#like in the serious way where i freeze and dont know how to react

[gifti3]

hes been forcing a gruff voice this whole time..!! (i actually really like his natural voice much more lol)

[shidoglazer]

the note

princess x knight

sae itoshi ＠shidoglazer

it started with him being the one who was assigned to watch over you in your everyday life. wether you were taking a stroll out, having a cup of tea or even just reading one of your fantasy romance books, he was always there beside you. you didn’t know him by his name, always by “sir knight commander”.

you were taking a walk beside the castles balcony, railings too short to save anyone from falling. how lucky for you to trip on a pebble, almost on the edge of falling before the knight grabbed you by your shoulders, steadying you back up “do watch where you’re going for your own safety, your highness.” he lets go of your shoulders when you’re pulled back closer to the wall and not the railings. your heart was still thumping from the adrenaline before looking back at him, smiling warmly.

“thank you, i, what’s your name again?” you tilt your head in curiosity. “sir sae is what you may address me as, your highness.” he spoke with a stoic face and a serious voice, while your smile grew wider at that. “sae… okay. lets continue our walk!” you turn your head back and continue walking towards the pathway of the balcony.

it may just be you being clumsier than usual, but the way you were tripping almost every time you both were in a slightly risky area made sae suspect you were doing it on purpose. nonetheless, he kept his mouth shut and helped you accordingly, always pulling you back to balance by your shoulders before saying “be careful, your highness.” his voice and touch is engraved into your mind by now. and you knew it was so so so wrong that you were developing a romantic interest on someone with a lower social status.

midnight, when sae was off-duty, was resting in his personal room. no sounds except for the crickets, the foot stomping of the nightshift knights and wind blowing through the window. but tonight, there was an unfamiliar sound, the door creaking open gently and closing with a few thuds. his eyes shot open in instinct, lifting his body up, “who steps-” “its just me.” the princess stood there with her nightgown on, looking as delicate and gorgeous.. and beautiful�� no, what was he thinking?!

“your highness. is there something wrong?” he quickly fixes himself up, ready to step out before you push him back onto the bed. “nothings wrong. could i sleep beside you tonight?” and he almost freezes at your request. you dont even wait for a response from him to start crawling into his bed, laying next to him, a bit too close for it to be considered ordinary. out of instinct, he backs off from you. “..your highness, what are your intentions?”

“isn’t it obvious? i like you.” you shuffle towards him, face being too close to his for comfort. sae doesn’t know how to react. he knows theres been a tingly feeling in his throat and stomach whenever he touches you, and that goes extremely out of the royal rules (that knights must respect women.) “..your highness..”

he stutters, but tries to remains composure. “this goes against royal protocol.” “it’ll be our little secret.” “i’m not allowed to keep secrets.” “then i allow you.” “the king and queen are the only ones allowed to change a law.” “but i love you.” and that silences him.

theres a deafening quiet between you two. “princess.” he says with a stoic tone, one you’ve known for way too long. “thats what you are. a noble. one social status above me. your blood is cleaner than mine. your hands are soft from silk and tying ribbons. mine are calloused, trembling and stained with blood, soaked in lives I took so you could stay safe, your highness.” he pauses. “so please. don’t risk your life, don’t risk getting executed or banished from the royal to be with a knight like me. there are so many princes that’d die at the hands of a commoner just to be in my place.”

you don’t know what to say or do. but before you know it, your eyes are stinging. your cheeks become cold from the tears and the wind blowing against your face. “but.. but.. i love you.” “you don’t. please don’t.” his hand reaches up to stroke one of your teardrops away. “sae.. just indulge me once? please?” “once.” and you nod eagerly. he reaches for you to pull you closer to him, pressing his dry and scarred lips against yours, soft and plump that he wished he could claim for himself, and not a prince that would treat you like dog shit. he wished in another life, maybe he’ll be born as a noble. one that could claim you as his forever.

but unfortunately, he was cursed with this life. this life that he had to pull away from the kiss, from you. “..go back to your room. you have a special ceremony tomorrow.” and you would’ve forgotten it was going to be your wedding day with a prince from an affiliated royal if he never mentioned it. you let out a choked sob, shuffling out of the sheets and out of his room.

your fingers press against your lips, trying to reminisce the kiss that happened not even a few minutes ago. and you wish that maybe in another life, you’d be born as a knight. to fight beside him, one that could claim him as yours forever.

it becomes dawn way too fast for your liking. your ceremony is in a few minutes, and everyone is surrounding you to make sure you look perfect. sae’s watching from a distance. you catch his eyes through the thick metal armour, and he looks away almost immediately. as if reminding you to not be stuck onto him. and shit, you really feel like crying now.

your ceremony starts, everyone claps their hands when you and the prince share a kiss. sae can only watch. he tries to ignore the burning void in his chest, or the tears welling up in his eyes that feels like a beehive stinging him. it’ll be fine. right?

when the ceremony ends and you head back to your room, theres a note left on your bed. you unfold it underneath your fingertips. “i love you too. burn this paper after you’ve read it. — s.”

you kept the note in your pillow until your last breath, even if sae wasn’t the one to keep you company to do so.

[suugarbabe]

Hey bub, im back again (so sorry 🙏 dont feel pressured to write any of these pls). Hows your October going??

I have (another 😭) request my love. I was scrolling tiktok and it was one of those slytherin react videos but its gave me another idea.

What about around the time of the yule ball reader just walks up to ( Mattheo/Theo/Enzo ) who's conversing in the hall and just straight up pulls him by the tie and kisses him then walks away. Just super unprompted and out of no where (theyre friends though, like part of the 🐍gang). Hes just speachless, going between shocked, confused, extatic and back to shocked. Maybe reader throws something about going yule ball shopping together the next day before she leaves but he hadnt even asked yet.

Anyway darling, thanks for your amazing fics and i tell you when i saw that we'd become mutuals i nearly dropped my phone x

I'm on an enzo kick so that's who it's gonna be 🤭

You had made the decision earlier that day. You knew what you had to do in order to get him to ask you to the Yule ball. You had went over the plan with Pansy earlier and at first she had laughed. But when she saw you were serious she wholeheartedly agreed that it was the only surefire way to get his attention.

There had been a couple of opportunities to come up to him earlier in the day, but he had mainly been alone. You knew that if it were going to make an impact, he had to be surrounded by his friends.

Which is how you found yourself walking up to Enzo while in the middle of the conversation with the rest of his group of friends. At first none of them really noticed you coming toward them, too engrossed in whatever they were talking about.

When you finally reached them, you didn't even give any of them time to greet you before you reached out for Enzo's tie, grabbing it close to the knot by his neck and pulling his down into a searing kiss. You expected him to freeze up, not know how to respond, but you were pleasantly surprised.

Barely a second after you pulled his lips to yours his hands were on your waist, you ran your tongue along his plump bottom lip, him immediately granting you access to his mouth to further deepen the kiss.

For a good twenty seconds you were full on making out with Enzo Berkshire in front of the rest of your friends. When you finally broke away, Enzo was short of breath, eyes searching your features for any explanation.

Instead of giving him one you simply straightened his tie while stating, "Meet me in Hogsmeade this weekend and we can pick our outfits for the ball, okay?" Enzo was at a loss for words, the most effort he was able to give was a simple head nod. You smiled sweetly at him, giving him a pat on his cheek, "Good boy." And with that you walked away.

As you did so you heard the the others start to chatter, hearing thumping that you were assuming was them patting Enzo on the back.

"For fucks sake, Enz, when were you gonna tell us you finally asked them to the ball? Let alone started snogging them like that?" Mattheo was clearly proud of his friend in this moment.

Enzo just shook his head, "I, erm, I haven't asked yet. But, erm, I'm going to catch you lads later I need to do something." Enzo then stalked off, taking on a light jog to catch up with you to discuss the details and properly ask you to the ball.

[yesimwriting]

Hi! Can I have billy and stu (separate) with a gn!s/o that cries for 10-30 mins whenever they dont get something right?

A/n why is this lowkey so me

update: after the way i reacted to losing three points on an assignment today,, yeah, this is me 

also made some serious progress in part 8 of final girl!! might have to split my original idea for that chapter into chapter 8 and 9 bc i want to have something out for you guys 😭 fell a little behind with school starting and some personal stuff

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Billy Loomis with a gn!s/o that cries whenever they don't get something right:

hm, i go a little back and forth on this bc when dealing with dating killers that have at most a limited amount of empathy capability, emotional, feely stuff is back and forth

But I feel like that's accurate, like one day, you could burst into tears and Billy would be 10/10 attentive physically because he doesn't have the right vocabulary,, and then the next he'd just sort of freeze up or get manipulative

Let's get into the good days though

If Billy knows something's going on that could lead to you crying, he'd take a preventative approach on a good day

Softly rubbing your back while you do whatever the thing that could make you cry is

Won't make you talk about the root of the problem, but will listen more than he lets on if you do want to

If you want to be distracted, he'll think of something else for the two of you to do together

In that vain, if you needed a minute, you'd get as far as the bathroom.

He doesn't like leaving you alone when he knows you're emotional, a part of it goes back to his abandonment issues with his mom.

He may not know a lot about feelings and isn't above the occasional manipulative ploy,, but he knows he doesn't ever want you to feel like that

A small part of him worries that if he does leave you like that you might either resent him or somehow start associating bad feelings with him and try to leave him

He also doesn't like feeling shut out, and likes feelings trusted

Speaking of feeling trusted, that feeling of vulnerability makes it easier for him to be understanding

Even when he doesn't get it or feels like something's dumb, he knows not to say that because he doesn't want you shutting him out

The fact that you're willing to cry in front of him kind of makes the medicine go down easy

Depending on what it is, might even encourage you to try again Now, onto the not so great days

It's rare that Billy's cruel (out loud, bc his lack of empathy thoughts aren't always the nicest) about you getting emotional, bc he doesn't want to feel like you're going to leave

But there are a few exceptions, the main one being if it involves something/someone that makes him feel jealous/territorial

Like if you're crying over a project that you're working on with some guy, his reaction to that will vary in levels of passive aggression

Or if you're crying because of some fight with friends he feels like you spend too much time with, he'll be even more aggressive/manipulative about it

"Only want me when your new friends are making you cry, huh?" type of thing

Will for sure use these moments to encourage a state of co-dependency, like reminding you how much you need him bc of who or what made you cry

Stu Macher with a gn!s/o that cries whenever they don't get something right:

Okay, so similar levels of versatility to Billy, just bc i see them both having trouble understanding emotions, and having even more trouble caring about other people’s feelings

Just bc you’re the exception to Stu not ever really taking into consideration other people’s feelings doesn’t mean he knows how to help

So his first instinct on days where he’s a little more patient/understanding is to try to change the subject

Sometimes it feels like he’s trying to redirect you like you’re a toddler with too much energy 😭

Like if you’re tearing up or crying over let’s say not understanding homework or getting a bad grade, Stu suddenly remembers this movie he’s been dying for you to see or randomly has a need to go out for ice cream or do anything that could make you stop thinking about something 

It’s normally nice, even when it doesn’t feel super helpful to you, because you know it’s his way of showing that he cares

He’ll also probably make fun of whatever/whoever is at the heart of the issue

The jokes have a range depending on how upset you are, if you’re feeling better he’ll probably be a little ruder/more open about his dislike

If you’re super upset, he’ll make fun of it in a more lighthearted way,, will probably also make the insulting parts of the joke more ridiculous so that you laugh

Definitely goes out of his way to try to make you laugh on his more understanding days

He’s also super touchy, will hold onto you in one way or another, usually won’t let go until way after you’ve calmed down

He says it’s just to be sure,, but you have a feeling he has some personal motivations

Now, on his less understanding days, Stu’s first instinct is to manipulate 

He sees how emotional you are as an opportunity to push you towards co-dependency,, so he’ll go out of his way to baby you

It’s generally nice,, he’s super attentive, but if you try to do anything for yourself while upset, he’ll be bothered

There is some intended manipulation there, but it’s also because he doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings, at least not without layers of innuendos and sarcastic quips to hide the actual feely stuff 

So all he has to show you that he does care, that you do matter even though he might not get why you’re upset, is his actions 

It’s a mix of what he’s picked up from media and the softer things he never had anyone do for him when he was a child 

So it does feel a little patronizing when he goes too far with it, especially because it’s rooted in things no one’s done for him so it’s not like he has a lot of experience/examples on how to do it “correctly”

It’d be a lot sweeter if you knew why he gets like that, but besides a few implied comments, I can’t see him directly admitting this 

Honestly, not always a “bad” thing,, it just has the ability to get a little volatile depending on how you’re feeling and how moody Stu is that day 

Also definitely tries to throw money at the problem, will offer to take you shopping as “his treat” while you’re emotional/crying bc that’s the only supportive model he’s seen 

[jayzissleppy]

i'll wait forever..

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

includes ; hongjoong x reader, your ex boyfriends brother trope, hongjoong has been in love with you for months, confessions, fluff and a little speck of angst pet names: princess

a/n ; i literally wrote this on call with my friend while we were just fooling around writing diary entry's and i decided to edit and publish it !

words: ___

summary: your boyfriend seongwha cheated on you hours before and you thought you needed some air, so while you sat on your porch at night taking in the silence, you received a visitor.

you sat out on the porch of your house. you needed air, and a lot. this would probably be the most agonising night you'd ever have... he cheated. seongwha cheated.. and not with just anyone... the girl he told you not to worry about.

while zoning out with the cold air and silence you heard a knock on the window and turned to see where its from..

"y/n.. are you okay?' it was hongjoong. seongwha's younger brother.

"did he send you here." you replied sternly. 

"no, i came here on my own"

"well you shouldn't have."

"i brought you your favourite snacks" he said lightly throwing a basket with a pink bow to your poarch. 

"...." 

"where my thank you?" he said.. i could hear the smile in his voice.. the smile that always taunted me when i was over... the smile i fell for. 

"thank you.."  

"so, can i come up?" he said already almost at top

"i dont mind.." you replied.

your breath hitched as he got closer to the top.. his blue hair glowing under the moonlight.. you immediately felt comfortable..you were safe with him.

"why are you crying, princess?" 

"hongjoong.."

he sat next to you, taking your face in both of his hands. 

"your going to be okay"

you cried.. cried.. and cried and who sat there for you while i cried. hongjoong..

"princess.." he said, you could hear the worry in his voice 

"dont cry over a man who didnt deserve you" 

"but he was the only man who made me feel like i was worthy of being loved.." you replied wiping your tears.

"i guess you never looked my way.." he lightly laughed.

"what.." you said, breathless.

"y/n.. ive been here, ive loved you. i love your smile when you look at me, even if it was as just friends.. i love the way your laugh echoes through the walls even if it wasnt for me. i love when you dress up for pretty dates, dates i only wish i took you on.. y/n. ive loved you."

"... hongjoong"

"i know this isnt the right time and im sorry but i cant let you cry over someone so shitty..you only deserve the best.. even if its not me. i was and forever will be lucky to have loved a girl like you"

"..hongjoong.."

"i know its bad but-"

"hongjoong!... let me finish.." you sigh "i regretted ever moment i stepped into that house and it wasnt for you, every time i got dolled up i thought how you'd react. i only came on somedays cause i knew seongwha wouldnt be home.. i came there for you."

"... your not kidding right?" he said shaking

"hongjoong.. im not ready to be in another relashinship yet and especially with my ex's brother, but.. if your ever willing to wait for me, please do.."

"ill wait for as long as you need, ill sit up and watch the moon dissapear and the sun rise, id wait till the end of the earth if it means i get to love you"

you take his hand in yours, his hands are freezing. 

"should we head inside?" you ask pulling him up off the ground

"id like that" he says with that loving smile on his face

*bzz...bzzz* 

hongjoongs phone screen lights up 

 .hwa is calling

you look up at him signaling he can answer

"where are you" seongwha asks

"why do you care.."

" you better not be with her"

"sorry but he is, i mean..why wouldn't he be." you say into the phone, ending the call.

you take his hand and lead him inside your room. 

"do you need a hoodie?, your freezing" 

"..."

"what are you looking at me like that for you"

"your..wow."

"what" you say giggling

"y/n, im being so serious right now, but i dont think i can wait. please. "

".."

you lean up and give him a quick kiss on his check.

"wait just a little longer?"you say smiling up at him. 

he tackles you onto your bed, digging his face into your neck gigling.

"ill wait forever for you"

note: i know this was short but im working on another book right now and i just wanted to leave t his here, please be nice with the criticism, i didnt have much motivation to write this, as i said i wrote it for fun on call with my friend, thank you for taking the time to read this !

[shurisneakers]

harmless (i)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)

Warnings: cursing, nonsense writing

Word count: 1.5k 

A/N: listen i just needed something to keep my mind busy and a perry the platypus!bucky and dr. doofenshmirtz!reader was the only thing i could think of. dont have any high expectations from this series, you will be sorely disappointed.

If you have any ideas for this series, lemme know!! it’d be cute to write!!

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Series Masterlist

Bucky Barnes, for all intents and purposes, is edgy. 

His SHIELD salary is definitely enough to afford him a simple beanie, gloves even if he’s that eager. His long hair, though a spectacle in itself, isn’t as good at keeping away the cold as he claims it to be. 

It’s a personal choice, a fashion statement even, to be roaming the streets in a long flimsy t-shirt that does nothing to accentuate his broad shoulders, and tactical pants that look a little too comfortable. 

It’s cold. He says he likes it, to appease his blond haired best friend who insisted that he wear a cardigan at least. He won’t like it in a while, but he would never admit it.

The bike ride to the other side of town for a minor mission takes longer than he expected. The wind rushing by gets his adrenaline racing. 

Official missions are long and gruelling, and oftentimes not fun. But it gives him a purpose.

It’s easy, therefore, to find him brooding when he’s not on one. 

No one wants their room to be on the receiving end of Bucky’s stress-cleaning sessions. His baking is more appreciated.

So when there’s news of a small time villain creating havoc again, it made sense that he volunteered to go sort it out. No one else wanted the job. They’d all been at it before. 

SHIELD didn’t seem particularly bothered either. 

“It’s not that serious, Barnes.”

“I’m going.”

“Just stop her from doing whatever dumb plan she has today. She seems to have a new one every week.”

“Can I-”

“This is not an assassination mission.”

“Fine. Can I-”

“No.”

“Fine.”

He didn’t know what to expect. He had an idea of how they should be. Smaller villains tended to be more aggressive, vicious to prove their point. They were here to stay.

He wears his regular gear. Enough knives to make a butcher look away in shame, and guns including, but not limited to, his biceps.

He finally pulls the bike to a stop a few metres away, leaving it out of reach in case things got too out of hand. He didn’t want to have to walk back to the Tower, and his friends, as much as they loved him, would never go out of their way to pick him up. Little shits. 

The address is a dingy, plain concrete house near an old construction site. It was flat and felt more like an afterthought than an actual building. It looked more like an abandoned Walmart than an actual villain lair. 

The only entrance is the door in the front. He counts to three, lifting his leg to kick it down.

It falls down ungracefully, loud and creaky like it was bound to the doorframe by rust. 

The only light source inside is a green light. All the way at the other end on an elevated platform is a desk and a chair facing away from him. He can’t see much other than that.

Someone’s laughter comes back loud and booming. He raises his gun, feet apart in a defensive stance. 

“I’ve been expecti-” the voice pauses mid-sentence- “Did you just kick down my door?”

He looks behind him to where the wooden piece is on the floor. He certainly did.

He can finally see you as you stand up, green light illuminating your face. You reach over to the side, pressing a few switches. 

He squints when all the lights turn on, pulling the both of you from darkness. 

“Dude!” you cry out, face twisting into what only could be described as a mix of horror and disdain. “What’d you do that for?”

He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t lower his gun either.

“You’re an Avenger, just fuckin’ pick the lock or something. This is expensive!” 

He only watches as you whine, looking beyond him at your now demolished entrance. You take a few steps closer, jumping down from the elevated platform.

“Insurance isn’t going to cover this.” You drag your palm across your fist before extending it towards him. “Pay up.”

He wasn’t sure if he heard you right.

“What?” he finally asked, voice gruff.

“All you superheroes go around, destroying walls and cars in the name of world peace like you own the damn thing. Not today, bitch boy. Pay up.”

He doesn’t have his wallet with him. He didn’t expect to need it.

“I’m supposed to be stopping you.” 

“You can do that once you pay for my door.” 

You sound resolute, unshaken. A little annoyed. There’s what appears to be a gun in your hand, although it’s unlike any weapon he’s seen before.

“What’s your plan?” Bucky looks at your hand. Your stare follows his. You lift the thing up and he tenses.

“I was going to freeze some jerk but now my plan is to get you cancelled on Twitter.” 

“Why?” his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Local superhero destroys property of tax paying citizen for no good reason.”

“I mean-” he shakes his head, discarding what you’re saying, “-why were you going to freeze someone?”

“Because I wanted to. But you’ve ruined the mood now, so that won’t happen.”

He blinks, lowering his weapon when he realises you weren’t making any attempt to move. “What’s your ulterior motive?”

“Nothing! I just wanted to mildly inconvenience that stupid fuck for being such a prick.”

He doesn’t know what to say. 

“Is that the freeze ray?” Bucky asks instead, raising his gun when he realises there’s a very real chance he could end up like his best friend. 

“You got a problem with it?” You hold it up carelessly. 

“I can’t let you use that.”

“That’s all you’re going to do?” you huff, “Is this what you call an intervention? This is so boring.”

“Give me the freeze ray and no one has to get hurt.” 

“No one was going to get hurt in the first place, genius. All this does is slow him down for 5 minutes so he misses the subway.”

There’s nothing technically that evil about what you’re doing. He doesn’t even know how you ended up on SHIELD’s radar. He gets why no one was particularly driven to take this seriously.

“And for fuck’s sake put that gun away. You’re not scaring me.” 

He doesn’t oblige, even though something tugs at him, telling him that you’re speaking the truth. 

“Here, take the stupid thing.” You don’t bother waiting for his response, bending over and sliding the gun towards his feet. “I’ll find another way to get back at that dickhead.”

It hits his boot with a small thud. He looks down. Its design is ridiculously comical, like you ripped it straight out of a kid’s TV show. 

“Next time, bring some drama. Wear a cape or something.” You wave him off. “Now get out of my lair. I need to fix the door.”

“You don’t have another one of these lying around, do you?”

“Why, do your friends want one too?” The glare you give him is dangerous. He doesn’t react to it. “No, it’s limited edition. I don’t build the same thing twice.”

“You have others?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” A smile grows on your face, dropping as quickly as it arrives. “SHIELD will tell you if I do. Now leave.”

Bucky looks at the freeze ray in his hand. He supposes his job is done. He was told to stop you, but you didn’t seem to have any inclination to go on with your plan.

“You can ask them if you want, they know about me.” You roll your eyes. “Go ahead, call them.”

He doesn’t want to take a chance. As odd as the situation is, it’s still novel and he isn’t quite sure how to deal with it.

He tucks your weapon under his arm, pressing his phone to his ear.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” Maria’s voice is crisp as ever.

“I confiscated a... freeze ray.” He feels ridiculous even saying it. “But I’m going to bring her in to SHIELD headquarter-”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“But we can’t trust-”

“We’ve been keeping tabs on her for a while. She’s more or less harmless. You can take the rest of the night off, Sergeant.”

He cuts the call, not entirely at ease with the smug, expectant look on your face. 

Still, he couldn’t disobey direct orders.

“I’m gonna... go.” He mentions towards the gaping hole in the wall.

“That would be ideal, yes.” You nod, crossing your arm over your chest.

“Okay.” He hesitates, but finally takes a step backwards. He peeks over his shoulder as he leaves, but finds you swivelled away from him again. 

He steps back outside. The cold greets him again like an old friend. The weight of his weapons feels stupidly embarrassing now. 

It’s a long drive back to the Tower. He keeps replaying the entire story in his mind. He’s unsure of whether he made the right call, but no one else really seemed to care. 

He had seen weirder things. It came with the gig.

He leaves it at that.

“How’d it go?” Steve asks him when he walks into the living room.

“T’was fine,” he answers, toying with the stupid device he took from you. Maybe he would test it on Clint. He had been getting annoying lately. Breathing too much in Bucky’s general direction.

A part of him feels guilty for his carelessness towards your building. The other part is just bewildered. 

That night he looks up the cost it takes to replace a door, making a mental note to draw some money from the ATM soon.

Next part

[kate-les-bridge-stewart]

This is a transcript of a semi fanfic semi rambling stream of conciousness I wrote on discord about an idea i had for an au. I did not write this intending for it to become a fanfic so it is formatted and written horribly lol. Hope you enjoy my mad scribbles and babbles.

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Osgood had been knocked out cold by a sudden explosion, hitting her head hard against a wall.13 saw so she rushed over and checked her pulse. And to her complete bewilderment she hears a shockingly familiar "thump thump thump thump"

She freezes. How?! how was this possible?! There surely had to be another explanation, maybe osgood had a heart transplant or something embedded in her heart that made it sound like that! Surely she couldnt be- no, that's impossible, right?

She rushes osgood to an infirmary and has to leave to deal with whatever threat had attacked in the first place.

Later when that's done tho she goes back to the unit infirmary and finds kate sitting next to osgood on her hospital bed. Theres a "do not disturb" sign outside the door to the room and osgate are the only ones in there.

"Pretty odd for an infirmary room to have a do not disturb sign" 13 thinks but focuses on finding out how osgood is doing.

(Osgood is asleep btw)

13: So, how is she? She got hit pretty hard, knocked out cold

Kate looks a bit startled at the sound of 13s voice and seemingly scrambles to hide what looked like some xray prints

Kate: o-oh! Yes shes doing fine, got a nasty bruise on her head and some other bumps and scrapes but nothing too serious.

13: (slightly suspicious at this point) where's the med staff? You elected yourself as her personal caretaker or something? I dont mean this in a bad way but you seem like you have too much on ya plate to try learning medical care

Kate: oh no the med staff tended to her, I was just helping. I just had to, shes one of my best friends after all.

13: ah gotcha. Sorry, dont mean to pry but shouldnt her heart monitor be on?

Kate freezes for a brief moment and some color drains from her face.

Kate: uh-

Before kate can react 13 has turned on the monitor for her and to her surprise, she sees the dual heartbeats again.

The doctor stops and stares at the screen. Kate sits back as her own heart sinks into her stomach.

Osgood wakes up suddenly at the sound of the computer and stares up at the doctor in horror

13: why do you have 2 heartbeats?

Osgood is too stunned to speak, kate who's normally an impeccable speaker was also at a loss for words

13: kate... were you holding chest xrays when I came in?

Kate cant give an answer.

13: let me see them. Please.

Kate looks to osgood as if silently pleading for help. Osgood closes her eyes with a sigh and gives her a nod.

Kate slowly and hesitantly pulls out the xrays which 13 takes tentatively. Sure enough, the impossible was true.

Osgood had 2 hearts.

There was no mistaking it.

13: Osgood... why do you have 2 hearts?

The doctor couldnt describe her emotions in that moment even with a gun to her head. A sizable part of her was convinced this couldn't be real, this had to be a dream or something.

Osgood: ..... there's a lot you don't know about me....

13 remained silent, listening.

Osgood: I'm not actually a human. I'm... I'm a timelord...

13 didn't know what to say, there were thousands of questions and thoughts racing through her head. There was so much she wanted to say, so much to ask.

Osgood: to ease one of your worries first, no, I'm not a spy for rassilon. I have no affiliation with them whatsoever, I'm a rogue just like you.

Osgood gently grabbed 13's hand and made a telepathic link between them. She opened her mind to the doctor, allowing her to see Osgood was telling the truth.

13 looked off to the side, racking her brain as she struggled to decide which of her thousands of questions she should ask.

13: so everything I thought I knew about you was a lie?

Osgood: pretty much. I'm not affiliated with the master either, just to quell that suspicion right away.

13: who are you then?

Osgood: I'm me. I'm just another rogue time war refugee who simply wants to live. I have no motives, I have no giant history, i just want to live in peace...

13: does anyone else know? Besides kate?

Osgood: no. I've been living as a human for the past 15 years.

13: how did you get to earth? Do you have a tardis too?

Osgood: yes. A newer model too.

13 thought carefully for a moment.

13: why did you join unit?

Osgood: I wanted to help humanity. I love them just like you. Plus, dealing with alien technology is familiar and comforting to me, gives me something to do.

13 stood back.

13: ... I think I've interrogated you enough for now. But I'll be back with more questions. This is... a lot to process...

And with that the doctor walked towards the door, her emotions just as immense yet indecipherable.

[thr-333]

Drastic Measures- Part 8

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Wind~

It’s just a nice day in Gotham, like always.

Ao3

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“You know what?” Ladybug says to Chat as they both take shelter from the wind, “I really hate Gothams weather,”

“It’s fine Ladybug,” Chat jokes, daring to look around the building only to hide again with severely windswept hair, "Just don't go into hibernation,”

“I might just watch me,”

“You there!” they both look over to see an officer pointing a gun at them, “Leave! Let the pros handle this!”

“Excuse me! We are the pros!” Ladybug snaps despite their cowering behind a building from wind.

“But if you want to try take over your welcome to it!” Chat Noir yells, grabbing Ladybug and leaving their shelter before they got shot. They get thrown back into the wind, blown back a few steps. They hold onto each other working together to reach the Akuma hiding in a self-made tornado.

“Do you think someone was just as mad at the weather as I am!?” Ladybug yells over the wind, trying to throw her yo-yo only for it to get blown back in her face.

“Well, I have to say this is kind of a step-down!” Chat shouts, trying to poke his staff through the tornado getting jerked to the side, only saved by Ladybug catching him, “Stormy Weather could control all sorts of weather,”

“Yeah and almost started several global catastrophes!”Ladybug pulls him back down to the ground, both crouching down.

“Well, maybe we need some luck before there's another!”

“You got it,” Ladybug nods, gearing up to throw her yoyo, “Lucky charm!”

The lucky charm is immediately blown away.

“... Maybe we should have done that further away,” Chat muses.

“You think so?” Ladybug sighs, “Maybe the city road maintenance could use some bad luck?”

“Oh I get what you're putting down,” Chat grins, “Cata-”

“Help!” The look towards the cry, a couple of officers and their car getting pulled up to the sky.

“Looks like they took you up on your offer,” Ladybug deadpans, running over to them with a tailwind.

“I was trying to make a joke!” Chat Noir jumps up catching the two and getting carried off by the wind.

“Trying,” Ladybug throws her yoyo out wrapping it around Chat and pulling him and the officers down.

“Well how about we try making a new manhole?” Chat Noir places the officers on the ground, they duck down getting pressed to the road by the winds.

“That's all you Kitty!” Ladybug shelters the police long enough they can grab onto a lamp post.

“Cataclysm!” Chat Noir hits the ground, lowering the level of destruction to a smaller radius. He keeps it activated until the hole is big enough for them to drop down into. Ladybug sticks close to him as they tunnel under the tornado.

“Do we know where the Akuma is?”

“Why don’t you brainstorm?” Chat says with slight irritation, “Kinda trying to focus,”

“Sorry,” Ladybug cringes, keeping quiet for him.

“Here should be good,” Chat Noir says, turning to point his hand up and make their way back to the surface. They pop up in the eye of the tornado everything calm but wind gushing around them. Marinette throws out her yo-yo unimpeded catching the floating Akuma's legs and pulling them to the ground.

“YoU!” The Akuma lashes out at her with a fan, a slight flick, and Ladybug is blown back into the tornado.

“Chat! The fan!” Ladybug tries to pull herself back into the calm but the winds are too strong, she only prevents not being blown away by her yoyo still wrapped around the Akuma's legs.

“On it! Cataclysm repeat!” He calls on it again grabbing the fan and turning it to dust. The storm calms and Ladybug lands on her feet getting the leverage she needs to grab the butterfly and purify it.

“Bye bye little butterfly,”

“No to be the bearer of bad news,” Chat Noir half whispers to her, “But we're out of the pot and into the fire,”

Ladybug looks around to see the police starting to form a shaky barricade around them, it's easy enough to evade if the batclan wasn't blocking every viable exit.

“So police or Batman?”

“I honestly can’t deal with his high and mighty routine right now,” Ladybug sighs still chilled to the bone from the wind, “Police,”

She walks over with purpose to the man she had researched was the commissioner; Gordon. On her way she finds a spotted item lying on the side of the road. So that's where her lucky charm went. A fan, cute.

“Miraculous ladybug!” Ladybug stands before commissioner Gordon, whom she knew had to have dealings with Batman, he marvels at the repairing ladybugs until she gets his attention, “You want to talk sir?”

“You finally want to talk to me?” He asks instead, almost good naturally if tired like he was used to it. Definitely had dealings with Batman.

“If I wanted to hear get out of my city and leave this to me I would just record him,” Ladybug gets Chat to chuckle, not the commissioner but she can tell he wants to, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Your a hero unaffiliated with the Justice League or any government,” The commissioners lays out, “In other words, you're a vigilante and I don’t know if you can be trusted with Gotham's safety, Batmans been around for years he’s a vigilante but he does protect the city, so why are you here?”

“I understand your concerns sir, but unfortunately this isn’t a matter of borders or what city each hero protects, the villain hawkmoth can only be stopped by us or other miraculous users, so even if you dont approve we will continue to operate even if we have to fight the police along the way,” Ladybug says with all the confidence, hoping to also portray that she really dosent want to, “As for trust we operated in Paris for years, we have the trust to the citizens and officials, if you want a reference call the chief of police or the Mayor we have worked under the approval of both,”

“I will, thank you Ladybug,”

“No problem,” Her earring beeps, “Now if you’ll excuse us, bug out,”

They jump up, using their skills to reach the rooftops.

“Oh man I forgot about this guy,” Chat complains as Batman is right there when they land.

“Ladybug-”

“Yes leave the city, yes I’m not needed here, thank you I’ve heard it before,” Ladybug tries to just walk past him but Robin lands in her way, “You know we have to stop meeting like this, wouldn't you prefer a nice dinner date?”

Robin makes a choking sound which must be offended. Chat laughs, coming to lean on her shoulder.

“We’ve traded places bug-a-boo,”

“Heh,” She smirks at the old nickname, “bird-a-boo,”

Robin completely freezes, giving them the chance to run by, he doesn't even react, until she calls.

“Later bird-a-boo~”

It’s an interesting reaction.

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“You seem distracted,” Marinette tells Damian, both working separately together in their study.

“I’M NOT!”

“Oh forgive me, clearly you are completely relaxed,” Marinette rolls her eyes, pinning a new design to the wall.

“Heh there must be a pretty girl in his life,” Adrien smirks from the seat he stole from her earlier.

“Why are you even here?!” Damian snaps, taking the papers Adrien was shifting through.

“You didn’t deny it~”

“Oh is there someone?” Marinette ignores the sick feeling for plastered cheerfulness, “Tell us about her,”

“It’s none of your business!” Damina snatches some more papers from the desk and storms out, blushing all the while.

“Don’t be embarrassed!” Marinette calls after him letting go of her gratefulness she didn’t have to hear about her, she says quieter, “I bet she’s super cool,”

“I’m noticing a pattern with you Marinette,” Adrien hums, her sketchbook now taking up his attention.

“Adrien I was madly in love with you for like a year and you didn’t realize so I highly doubt you can notice a thing,” Marinette takes her book from him, whacking him lightly with it.

“Right back at you bug,” Adrien tries to snatch it back from her only to get pushed back.

“Flirting doesn't count,” Marinette rolls her eyes, putting her book safely on the shelf, “No one can tell if you’re serious,”

“Is that so~” Adrien hums, “What about Robin?”

“I’m not flirting with him,” Marinette rolls her eyes, gathering up some fabric to start her next project.

“You so are ,” Adrien accuses, outraged.

“I am not!” She slams the fabric down on the desk and turns to him.

“So are,” Adrien smirks sinking back into the seat.

“I don’t even know him,” Marinette rolls her eyes again it's scary how much that's becoming second nature at this point.

“You could~”

“Adrien!”

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No tag list sorry, I’m horrible at keeping track of them :P

[diavolosthots]

more requests! sorry if this is getting annoying. mc accidentally kisses the brothers and the undateables goodbye on the cheek before leaving the house/purgatory hall, what are their thoughts and how do they react (this actually happened to me and a friend we both come from a culture where this is normal but live in a country where it isnt so it was *super embarrassing*)

WAIT NO DONT APOLOGIZE FOR REQUESTS I LOVE THEM ❤❤❤ Also where i come from that's relatively normal too and where I live now people are f*cking sensitive toward that 🙄 anyway!

THE BROTHERS + UNDATEABLES reactions to MC accidentally kissing their cheek

Lucifer:

His first thought is that you're lucky youre this important to him because had anyone else tried that he would've turned demon ASAP. However, the longer he processes the action, the more he realizes that, in order for you to do this, even just accidentally, you must hold some kind of comfort around him and just the thought of you feeling safe and comfortable enough toward HIM that you kiss his cheek on accident, sends his pride skyrocketing.

Mammon:

He just kind of freezes for a moment and replays the event. Did that just happen? You kissed his cheek? When you apologize and tell him its an accident, he almost wants to say that accidents dont happen and of COURSE youd kiss his cheek because hes awesome like that, but for once his lifetime, he doesnt and actually bites his tongue.

Leviathan:

Uh yeah so he's gone. Not only is he blushing redder than the blood of his enemies COMBINED, but he also just stopped working. You kissed his cheek? It must've been an accident. Yeah of course it was an accident.... And then the self doubt kicks in.

Satan:

His cheeks will blush slightly but hes actually super understanding, especially if he knows that that's custom where you're from. Still, he cant help but wonder if maybe, it wasnt an accident, and if maybe, he should return the favor.

Asmodeus:

Awe babes youre so silly! Nothing happens on accident~ but really go in for the lips next time will you? He promises theyre softer ;)

Beelzebub:

He doesnt even realize until a while later and he just stops. And then runs to you because he needs answers. And its so cute because you tell him it's an accident but he tells you that you can keep making those kinds of accidents okay sidhsjiwiajas

Belphegor:

Hes almost as smug as asmodeus but not as dirty, ya know? Tells you its okay but hed be glad to pick up that custom with you 👀 makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside, more warm than his bed ever could and he cant help but recall the feeling of your lips on his cheek.

Diavolo:

He laughs it off because mistakes happen, right? Totally understands there was no harm done. But once you left, and he's alone again, only barbatos to keep him company, he cant help but indulge himself in that feeling of your lips and the warmth they brought... And he almost calls you back to him.

Barbatos:

Hes actually aware of your customs and quickly kisses your own cheek so it wont be awkward, except that it's... More awkward now and now youre both apologizing. He didnt mean to make you feel bad, and he will make it up to you. Unlike some others, his thoughts dont run wild and he wont think much of it.

Simeon:

Oh darling thats okay. He appreciates the gesture. Angels are quite touchy feely too, even with friends, people just dont realize this. Yet, your touch felt different and he cant help but notice. On the outside, it's as if nothing changed, but on the inside, hes sure his heart skipped a beat.

Luke:

Levi 2.0. He stops working because wait did you just touch his cheek? With your lips? His brain is overworking right now but once you tell him it was an accident, he kind of.... Feels sad? He doesnt understand why. Feelings are weird.

Solomon:

Hahaha darling thats okay he knows. Hes much like Asmo though and will tease you about just going all the way and kissing his lips next time. It seems like a joke but hes semi serious; these feelings are getting unbearable.

[pocket-clown]

A Place in your Home; A Place in your Heart | Arthur Fleck x reader 

// original request: Hi! I love your writings 💖 and I shyly wanted to request something. ^^ I wonder if you could write about Reader that has a difficult situation and has to find a new place to live, but doesnt have enough money? Arthur wants to help her and offers her that she can live with him. They've not dated for long but it's serious and the're much in love. She wants to move in with him, but she's afraid it wouldn not work out for many reasons, but eventually she agrees and Arthur is immensely happy. ^^

// A/N: This originally was going to be a longer fic, but I’ve been struggling with writing yet again, so I figured breaking it down into headcanons was easier than taking eons longer to write something more detailed.

thanks for the request, @dont-be-alarmed

It had been nearly three weeks since you were given the news, the words barely making their way over the fuzzy phone lines, voice as uncaring as ever.

Due to a better suited tenant making an offer, your lease was not going to be renewed, and you needed to be out by the end of the month - no if, ands, or buts about it.

Your lifestyle was a hand to mouth one; paycheck to paycheck, your weekly earnings were just enough to cover rent and basic necessities with little left over to save, splurges on luxuries being an occasional, very rare treat.

With your rainy day savings, your actual savings, and the total accumulation of the profit you made from selling various items that you could, you barely had enough to cover even a deposit on any of the nearby apartments - let alone deposit, and the first month’s rent. 

In short, you were screwed.

You were screwed, and it was eating at you. Day and night, the thought loomed over you like the piles of trash that littered the city, threatening to topple over on passersby at any moment. 

Had you been given a much more reasonably timed heads up, it wouldn’t have been even half an issue, yet you were left to do nothing but lay in bed, eyes burning as you stared at the television, seeing but not really watching the program on it. You’d been pulled from your restless sleep by the sound of a glass bottle dropping and shattering somewhere outside, and given that it was nearly four in the morning, you were about to give up on sleep. 

Even in your sleepy haze, did the weight of the situation hit you like a truck, your stomach tightening with anxiety, the churning twist of panic, worry, and hopelessness making your eyes blur with tears as you shifted your gaze to the ceiling.

You couldn’t help but almost pitifully chuckle at that - soon, there wouldn’t even be a ceiling for you to cry over.

December was nearly on its last legs with Christmas just around the corner; the days of autumn bleeding into those of winter as you found yourself growing more and more grateful each day that your boyfriend’s apartment was one of the few that had a functioning heating system. Temperatures dipped below freezing more often than not, and you often had to take a moment to brace yourself before you stepped outside as the air’s freeze physically hurt sometimes - your eyes, nose, and fingers on the days you forgot your gloves stinging from the wind, while any exposed skin reddened from the nip of the wind. 

It was thoughts of days like those that made you brief a sigh of relief and sink back into the couch of Arthur’s living room, one of his softest blankets fluffed and draped around your body as you curled your legs under yourself, warm and safe from the harsh weather outside, and the even harsher population of the city.

It was also thoughts of days like those that reminded you that this wasn’t going to last. 

“Love, what’s on your mind?”

As in tune with your emotions as ever, Arthur noticed that you were particularly quiet that evening, lost in your thoughts as you didn’t even pay any mind to the television - set to the weekly airing of The Murray Franklin Show.

You hadn’t even told Arthur what was going on, the fear of stressing your already overworked boyfriend out keeping you from opening your mouth. 

“Huh? Oh - nothing,” You blinked, turning your attention from the carpet to the television. “I’m just tired.” You spoke, fingertips picking at the frayed hem of the blanket currently wrapped around your body.

Another hint for Arthur: no Art, no Artie tacked on the end to your reply. From the corner of your eye could you see him through the passthrough, eyeing you from his spot at the kitchen counter where he was taking the utmost care to not spill the mug of hot chocolate he was making you as he stirred it.

Even though your relationship was hardly out of its infancy, you both knew each other well enough to tell when something was wrong. Arthur was already so very in tune with your emotions, so you knew he wasn’t just going to let your morose mood go without a question or two, and you knew yourself enough to know that something about Arthur’s concern hit a soft spot in your heart, rendering you unable to keep much from him once he managed to get into your head. 

He seemed almost sad as he now stood in the entrance to the living room, his lips settled into a thin line as he kept his eyes trained on you. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze, the guilt from keeping something so major from him eating at you, but the uncertainty and apprehension of not only how you’d bring it up with Arthur, but how he’d react.

One of your worst fears was Arthur jumping on the opportunity to have you live with him. Not because you didn’t want to, not because you didn’t trust him or anything of the sort - but Arthur had a habit of putting the needs of others, especially your own, miles above his own. Money was much tighter for him than it was for you, and hell you had no idea if even combining incomes would be much help. No doubt that it would be some, but whether it would be enough, especially given the uncertain job climate of Gotham, left you scratching your head. 

Arthur took a seat next to you, the drink he brought you placed on the coffee table, and with a deep breath, you let it spill out faster than you really meant for it to.

Your lease was ending in just over a week. Your landlord had no intent of renewing it because someone else was moving in, and you had no money to move elsewhere yet, even after your best efforts at earning enough. You had no where to go, nothing to do, no way to remedy the situation - and time was running out.

Hell, you had no idea if at this point you even could do anything beyond accepting the inevitable.

“Why... don’t you stay here?” 

Arthur’s meek, yet hopeful voice raising such a suggestion made your ears perk up. You hadn’t even thought about that - but immediately did you know that it wouldn’t work. At least not yet.

“Art - I can’t do that, you know I can’t.” You couldn’t look at him as you spoke, the thought of being able to live in with him making your heart skip a beat, but the knowledge that it almost most definitely was not realistic at the moment making it hard to swallow.

“Why can’t you?”

“It won’t work - it’s not going to work.”

Though instantly you regret speaking those words, wincing once you realized what they implied. You knew Arthur and his anxieties well enough to know that it wasn’t improbable that he took “it won’t work” as meaning, you didn’t have enough faith in your relationship for it to work.

“ - Not like that,” You were quick to correct yourself, hoping to save the situation before it became more angst ridden. “I mean, living together. At least right now. Money is already tight for you, isn’t it? And I mean, it’s not like my own job is the most stable right now.”

“Y/N, do you really think that matters?” Arthur looked almost angry as he spoke, as if the fact that you were concerned about finances was ridiculous in such a situation. You knew Arthur enough to know he wasn’t actually mad, at least not at you, but still on edge at the threat of your loss of shelter. “You’ll be homeless, and - and who knows what could happen to you out there -” The hitch in Arthur’s breath as he spoke, coupled with the way his left hand gripped at the fabric of his trousers clued you in that this was something extremely distressing for him. 

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, yet you refused to let them fall as you blinked them away. “Arthur -”

“Please,” Arthur’s hand shot out for your own, his warm from holding the hot drink previously as he held your hand tight in his own. “Y/N, please.. Don’t worry about money, we’ll figure it out - but it’s dangerous, it’s awful out there and I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you -” 

Had you not stopped him midsentence with a gentle “Hey -”, you’d no doubt Arthur would’ve either succumbed to a fit of laughter, tears, or both.

“ - Arthur, hey,” Your free hand that wasn’t kept in his own reached for his shoulder, tugging gently on the fabric of that brown cardigan you so loved, pulling him closer to you. His forehead came to rest on your shoulder, his breath just barely noticeable against the fabric of your chest. “I dont... I don’t know what I’d do, either - Arthur I just don’t want to add more to your plate, you’re already so overworked, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

You could feel Arthur shake his head at your words, but he didn’t speak - not that you blamed him.

With your lips now pressed to the top of his head, you took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. That comforting scent you’ve come to love and seek out within the few months you’ve been with him - the scent you, really, wouldn’t mind being surrounded by all of the time. 

“We’ll try,” You said finally, not missing how Arthur seemed to tense up at your words. “Arthur I... would love to stay here - I would, love to live with you. It’s going to take some time to adjust - never mind actually making the move - but... I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

You could’ve laughed at how Arthur shot up at this, his eyes wide as he seemed full of disbelief for a moment before your own reassuring smile sparked a growing grin on his face. “Do you really mean it, Y/N?”

“Waking up with, going to bed next to, coming home to you doesn’t sound all too bad, the more I think about it,” You whispered, your body finding its way to Arthur’s as his arms pulled you close. 

Maybe this home wouldn’t be so bad. 

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Little Human - Part 3

Fandom: Original Relationship: Dran/reader (demon/reader) Request: Part 3 with a smutty dominating demon plzz Part 1 Part 2

 Lying in your bed, you tossed and turned but were unable to fall asleep. maybe it was because you had had a drink tonight, or maybe it was your frustration begging for your attention. A bad thing about having a monster boyfriend whos portal to his world was under your bed, it was harder for you… take care of yourself without him popping out. His visits were random, with no real pattern to them. Sometimes he would appear in the dead of night, and sometimes in the day. It was that randomness that made it difficult. Since the night with the robbers, you found yourself becoming more and more attracted to him physically. Your body began to crave his touch unlike anything else. But how to do you bring up the topic of sex with a demon? 

the idea embarrassed you immensely, so you ended up just keeping quiet, waiting for him. But now, in the darkness, you couldn’t stop your mind from wondering to him. Slipping your hand beneath your panties, you immediately felt a surge of pleasure as you gently started to rub your neglected clit. You were grateful that you were wearing a nightgown. Whining, you close your eyes in an attempt to pretend Dran was here with you. You wondered if he even knew the control he had over you now. You were his, completely and utterly devoted to this demon in a way you had never experienced. You loved how he could pick you up like you were a ragdoll. But that lead to more lustful thoughts of how he control your body. How he could dominate you. There was very little doubt in your mind that he would dominate you in the bedroom, and it gave you a rush of lust, but what sort of dominator would he be. Harsh and unforgiving? Playful and teasing? You could see it being a combination of both. The idea of being at his mercy was enough to make you moan as you pressed your clit a little hard. You spread your legs a little wider, your hips rocking slightly against your own touch. Maybe part of what made you so worked up to the point it could take you only minutes to reach a climax was the idea of him crawling out from your bed at any time. Could he hear you? Moaning a little louder, you threw caution to the wind as the weeks of aching and yearning for him became too much. It always did. Arching your back, you moaned as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. “Don’t.” the voice that filled your ears made you jump, your eyes flying open. “Dran.” You gasp, about to scramble away as your cheeks burn red. He was at the end of your bed, crouching on the ground as if he had just crawled up from under your bed. but you suspected that he had been there for a while. He licked his lower lip, reaching out and pulling your covers off your body, leaving you in your nightgown and underwear. “Keep going. But you cant orgasm.” He smirked, his eyes winkling in the darkness with lust. you had to stifle a moan at the idea of trying to deny yourself. Especially under his gaze. spreading your legs, you knew that the wet fabric of your underwear was all he could see if you bent your knees, so you did so. As you started to rub your clit again, you felt him lean over and push the fabric of your night gown up your body to expose your underwear to him fully. A low rumbling groan came from his chest as he climbed onto your bed to hover above. “What do you want?” Dran leaned down and purred in your ear, making your hips buckle up as his hot breath hit your neck. “I want you to-“ You cut yourself off. All you had to say was ‘I want you’. that’s it. But Dran latched onto it. “You want me to… what?” he chuckled as your legs fell apart in hopes he might offer you a touch. It was killing you to have him so close like this. “I want you to dominate me.” You confess, eyes closed tight as your cheeks blazed with embarrassment. The low chuckle that left his chest made you whine. “Im glad our needs align.” He leans down and drags his tongue up your neck, making your tremble under him. Your toes curled as you felt your orgasm building again, but just as you were about to reach it, hands grabbed your wrist and you were pinned down with your hands either side of your head. You whined, your legs shaking as you felt the bliss slipping away. “Good girl.” Dran leaned down and purred in your ear once again. “Cruel.” You grumbled, but he simply chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea.” He pulled back, flashing his sharp teeth at you. “Tell me, how long has my human been left wanting?” You felt a small rush of lust at his question and, even though you were embarrassed, you answered. “Since the first night you kissed me.” You confess. You saw the excitement in his eyes as he realizes that you had wanted him from the start. “Do you trust me?” he purred, leaning down and kissing the skin where your shoulder met your neck. Gasping, you nearly forgot he had asked you a question until he looked up to you for an answer. “Trust a demon?” you clarified, but the smirk on your lips told him that you weren’t being serious. “Sounds dangerous.” “I guarantee I could make your fragile body shake with pleasure. After tonight, you’ll never be left wanting.” He nipped at your neck, making you tremble a little. “I trust you.” You breath, unsure what you were in for. Dran pulled back, sitting back on his knees. But as his hands lifted off yours, you found that there was still a weight holding your wrists down. Looking to the side at your right hand, you couldn’t see anything, but as you tried to wiggle your arms, you were still unable to move them. “Choose a colour.” Dran drew your attention away from your invisible binds. “Red.” You replied instantly. It was the first colour to come to your mind because of how bright his eyes were in the darkened room. “If you say that colour, I’ll release you. No questions, no pressure.” He told you, and you were taken aback. You didn’t expect this massive demon to know about safe words. The thought made you smile, because you truly did trust him, and any doubt you had had was gone when he was the one to introduce a safe word. before you could question him, he moved away from your face. He slid down your body, his hands only stopping to grope your chest quickly before descending to your needy core. He looped a clawed finger around your underwear and the ripping sound that filled the room told you they weren’t coming off the conventional way. He ripped them off with his claw, pulling them away from your skin and bundling them up in his hand. When Dran notices youre watching him closely, he reaches a hand up the centre of your body. The claw gently raises the neck of your nightgown off your body before he easily cuts through the fabric, bringing his hand back down. His claw was only millimetres from your skin, making easy work of the fabric. “My claws have cut flesh like ribbon. Yet you dont flinch?” He leans forward, eagerly awaiting your answer. “I trust you.” You breath, and the smile that dawns his lips makes you weak under him. “Good. You wont regret it, little human.” He then blows the fabric from your skin, leaving you fully exposed to him. His eyes rake over you as he sits back. His tongue darts over his lips as he bares his teeth slightly. Dran leaned forward, pressing his flat, wet tongue against your entrance, and licking up. You shuddered as he did it again, now earning a moan from you. His arms went under your legs, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you down, closer to him as he buried his face between your legs, now showing little mercy. a string of cusses left your lips as his tongue lapsed as your clit which was already overstimulated from earlier. looking down, you saw his red eyes were on you, drinking your reacting to his touch. The sight made you freeze, and he didn’t like that. he nipped at your clit, making you jump but he quickly made up for it was his tongue. He abused your sensitive bud until you were writhing. And, as before, he denied you. He pulled back just as you were close, leaving you a panting mess was you whined. “you’re cruel.” You glared at him as he raise back to his knees his tongue licking his sharp teeth and lips. “I’ll let you cum. But only on my cock.” He chuckled, his words making your breath catch in you throat. But as he sat back, you noticed something. Your eyes darted down to his hips, where there was normally only fur. But you could see something protruding with red veins. His cock seemed to be beneath a sheath that protected it.  you saw the tip now pointing out of the fur. You wanted nothing more than to reach down and encourage him out, but your hands were still bound. You let out a moan which caused his cock to twitch and grow. Dran wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his cock until it was fully erect. He chuckled when he saw you were watching him. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you looked away. As if you weren’t spread across your bed naked in front of him. Dran moved to hover above you, a hand either side of your head as he rubbed his cock against your pussy. You whined at the contact, grinding against him. One of his hands came down to line himself up with your entrance. As he pushed into you, your whole world felt like it had disappeared, leaving only you and Dran. Dran let out a low growl as he thrusted in as far as he could, now completely inside you. He gave a few small thrusts, allowing you a moment between each to get used to him before he let out a low snarl, starting a pace that nearly made you lose your mind. His hips snapped against you with quick thrusts. His face fell into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent which was laced with lust. Drans lips pulled back to bare his teeth as a growl left his throat. You moaned, his name falling from your lips. The way he moved was more pleasurable than anything else you had felt in your life. He had set a pace which was enough to drive you to orgasm right here and now, but something told you that he wasn’t planning that just yet. You wrap your legs around his torso. Because of his size, you were unable to hook your feet together around his back, but you didn’t care as the new position offered a new spot for him to hit that made you cry out. You wanted as much as him as you could, desperate for any form of contact he could offered. You twisted in your binds, but never said you wanted them released or showed that you were uncomfortable in your face or body. Suddenly, the binds were lifted and you could move your hands. He had noticed. You wasted no time in the reaching for him, desperate for touch. Your fingers found his shoulders, the fur soft to touch. Of course, you had touched him before, but now was different. with him over you, fucking you into your bed, you still wanted more of him. You wanted every sense to be only concentrating on him, you wanted him to be the only thing in the world you could concentrate on. He slipped an arm under you and lifted you up onto his lap as he sat back on his knees. You might have thought it would give you some control of the speed, but he thrusted up into you, still in full control. You clung to him, moaning and panting his name as snarls left his throat. With ever animalistic noise, you felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten. Your right hand leaves his shoulder and moved up to his cheek for a moment, before proceeding further north. Your fingers ran up his fur to his horns. The second your touch grazed the base of the horns, a growl broke past Drans lips and he bared his teeth. Yet his eyes were squeezed shut, and if he had wanted you to stop, he would have at least looked at you. Deciding to test his further, you wrapped your hand around the horn, using it as a stabiliser just as your other hand stayed on his shoulder. Dran snarled, his fingers digging into your sides as he fucked you. Your whine turned into a moan just as his eyes opened. the fiery red in the black fur was almost hypnotising as he stared at you. your eyes fell to the sharp teeth in his mouth. They could easily rip you apart, as could the claws on your side. He was a demon, you knew what he was capable of, and yet he was able to control himself enough to keep you safe but close enough to the animalistic side of him as possible. The side that was fucking you to near insanity. “Dran.” You moaned, trying your hardest not to look away from him, despite the fact your eyes were about rolling back into your head. The chuckle that left his lips was intoxicating as he admired what a pretty mess you were. But he wasn’t finished yet. “Such a submissive little thing.” His voice was deep, and he growled the word ‘submissive’. All you could do was nod as you felt your orgasm approaching, and his words weren’t helping. “Lets see how good you really are.” He chuckled as you threw your fingers pulled on his fur and his horn. This had never been something he would have thought he wanted. And yet now, that he had you on his lap, clinging to him like this, he found the feeling far more pleasurable than he could ever imagined. It had driven him to his edge, and Dran could see your body shaking. “Dran, im so clo-“ You began, as if hearing his thoughts but he cut you off. “Not yet, little one.” He growled. “When I say.” You mewled but you weren’t sure if you could deny yourself anymore. The torment of earlier, the pleasure you were feeling now and the growls that were leaving his lips were far too much to bare. Your knuckles were going white as you tried to find something else to think about to stave off your orgasm. But as you glanced around the room for the first time since he had came, you found it was filled with thick black smoke that stopped a foot away from the bed. Everything was about him. all your senses were focused on the demon as he fucked you mercilessly. “Please?” You whined, and when he didn’t answer you found yourself repeating ‘please’ and ‘Dran’ between moans. You somehow ended up with both your arms wrapped around his neck. It was too much for the demon, who finally smirked. “Now.” He growled, his trusts becoming faster and yet more sloppy. Dran had barely finished the word as you came, hard. Your walls clamped down on his cock as your body shook with the pleasure that shot through your veins. You barely registered Drans snarl as your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears. Dran gave one final thrust up and he came, your walls milking him as he found himself so lost in the pleasure that his claws broke the skin on your hips slightly. Not that you minded as the pain seemed to mix so perfectly with your own pleasure. You collapsed against Dran, panting and spent. The first thing outside of his own pleasure that Dran noticed was the smell of blood as it drifted to his nostrils. His claws and hands were withdrawn from your side at rapid pace. You opened your eyes, unsure why he had pulled away from you like you had electrocuted him. But this wasn’t any normal kind of relationship, so maybe he just didn’t like to be touched after. But when you glanced to him, you saw he hadn’t moved a muscle. The fog around the room seemed to freeze, no longer moving slowly in small circles. This concerned you as you frowned a little. “Dran?” You crawled back to him. it was strange, seeing the massive demon who had dominated you not 5 minutes ago who was now timid. “I…” He cut himself off and you saw he was staring down at his hands. When your saw the small specks of red on the tips of his claws, you looked down to your right hip, which had 4 cuts. Not big ones, and you hadn’t even noticed them if he hadn’t said. The blood had already stopped but was smeared a little. Glancing to your left, you saw the same. In fact, you could remember the pain, but it had been so mixed with the pleasure that you had found it pleasurable. you place your hands on top of his open palms. His head snapped to your own, either from confusion or surprise, you didn’t know. “You know, I kinda liked it.” You smirk, shrugging your shoulders. Dran stared at you for a moment, before his own smirk spread over his lips and a deep chuckle left his throat. His fingers closed around your hands. “But, if you want to make it up to me, you could stay here tonight. Sleep beside me?” You asked, hoping he would take your offer. You just wanted to cuddle up into his fur and drift off in the comfort of his arms. “If that is all, then I shall.” Dran nodded. Pulling him towards the head of the bed, you crawled underneath the covers. Dran joined you, but the covered weren’t going to fit over you both so he only pulled them up so he could wrap an arm under your neck and pull you against his chest. Besides, he didn’t sleep with covers, or in beds, but that wasn’t a discussion he wanted to have. In fact, he didn’t even want to talk at all. And you were far too tired to challenge that. Cuddling against his chest, your fingers ran though his fur while his other hand seemed to hesitate before being placed on your hip lightly. When he saw no adverse reaction, he allowed the full weight of his hand to lay there. The fog remained as a thin layer on the ground. You thought it was just something that came with him, but Dran used the fog as a way to detect approaching danger. It was a part of him, as much as his horns. As you dozed off, Dran found himself pulling you closer. It wasn’t meant to be like this. He was meant to find a mate and return with them. And yet, he wanted you to be happy. He was sure his siblings would call him weak in a mocking tone, but they wouldn’t push him. If you are remaining in the human world kept you happy, he was content as long as you were safe. However, he might be able to tempt you down to his world for a little bit. If only you could see what awaits you.

[constantlyunlightening]

Shoto NSFW Headcannons

I got some fun and naughty headcannons here for our boy, Icy Hot!

I dont even know if anyone was looking for these but Horikoshi made Todoroki such a character.

Is he being a little shit, or is his head empty? Is it both?

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Beats me but makes for some fun ideas. I’m half tempted to make a kinkier version of this if anyone is interested. :)

Click read more, only if you’re 18 years or older.

First thing, first, we’re talking about a 20+ year old Shoto here. He’s older now. He knows about sex and, while he isn’t a player, he isn’t exactly shy about it.

He’s actually pretty indifferent about it. At least, when he’s not interested in someone.

But when he’s into you, his thoughts on sex change a bit.

He likes the physical contact of it - of being close to someone he cares about. Of being close to someone who cares about him.

Boy’s more than a tad bit touch starved growing up in the household that he did.

So once Shoto started to touch you a little at the beginning of your relationship, it snowballed into a whole lot. Arms wrapping around your shoulders or your waist, leaning up against you while you’re busy with a task, hand holding, his hand resting on your knee or your thigh when you sit together, resting his head on your lap, the whole deal. And then, of course, sex.

Sex for the first time with you was a lot about Shoto finding your limits and boundaries. He’s seen the aftermath of being shitty to your significant other and he refuses to create a situation like that. He’s always careful with you, and sex is no exception.

Honestly, sex at first is a little too slow. Not boring by any means but, damn, Shoto, could you speed it up a little?

“You can go a little faster.” Your voice was verging on a pathetic whine as Shoto held your legs up in the air, driving each inch of his cock into you - inch by single fucking inch. Feeling that slow stretch in you was absolutely delightful, sure, but those slow ins and outs could only create so much of a build up. After each painfully slow thrust, you started to adapt. You couldn’t be satisfied by this teasing, mot when your body was clamping down and trying to suck him in deeper and deeper. You needed more and you needed it now. And if the way Shoto was throbbing inside of you was any indicator, he did too.

Your words had him pausing, halfway speared into that sopping hole of yours, and eyes of ocean and shadow were locked onto you with a heat so real you almost thought he was using his quirk.

You thought he was going to tip. You were prepared for him to pound into you any second now but he just stayed still, hands sliding over the curve of your bare thighs as he pondered over your words. Did he somehow forget what you were in the middle of? Why was he taking so long?

“Shoto?”

“How fast?” His voice finally broke out in a low octave that had your body automatically clenching. Oh, but that tone of his would be oh-so-better if he was drilling into you already.

“What? Just… faster than what you’re doing,” you assured him, your hips trying to buck back onto him but unable to push past the steel grip he suddenly had on your legs compared to the gentle caressing. And before you could pester further, a tiny cry of a sound escaped you because Shoto had answered your request and was slamming into you with enough force to crash the headboard against the wall. Over and over the sound echoed in the room around you as your body got the onslaught it was craving.  

Your eyes were starting to roll back into your head when you heard him grunting out his next words - “-like this?” One more sharp thrust that drilled right into your center and he paused, letting his head stretch that part deep inside of you with the way he stilled. Your whimper escaped you just as he settled on a new pace that was, once again, much too slow for your needy body. “Or like this?”

“Shoto- just fuck me, already-”

“Be specific, baby.”

The rest of the session went like this too. Best believe he asks a lot of questions, especially in the beginning.

“Want me to go harder, baby? Deeper?"

"Where does it feel good?”

“Want to cum again?”

Hopefully you don’t get shy easy because he’s looking for specifics. He wants to know your boundaries, your limits and how to make you feel so, so good.

He’s going to learn you inside out. What makes you tick. What makes his baby feel better than anything. What makes them crawling back for more.

He’ll make you answer every single one of his questions with your body and your words and you better believe he’ll be fishing for the most erotic answers he can get out of you.

Oh, and if you do get embarrassed from his onslaught of naughty questions?

Good.

You’d never be able to tell from his usual poker face but he absolutely loves getting you flustered.

At some point, he’ll know exactly what your body needs to get off without asking questions. But if he knows if gets you all shy for him, he’ll ask anyway and play dumb.

Ever notice how Shoto lowkey says and does things to get under peoples’ skin? (i.e. almost every interaction he has with Bakugo)

Best believe he’s going to be doing stuff to tease you on the down low all the time.

And the worst part is, you probably won’t even know if he’s teasing you or not.

The whole Todoroki family has a similar theme of making you wonder “are they sarcastic? Or are they clueless?”

Shoto is no exception to this rule and his poker face is spot on.

He’ll tease you in public all the time too.

Wait until after a session of sex when you’re walking around in public a little funny.

“… Are you alright? You’re walking different.”

You won’t know if he’s being serious or if he seriously does not realize the effects of blowing someone’s back out.

He’ll be amused no matter how you react, but don’t worry, he’ll help you wobble yourself to the nearest bench like he’s your hero and not the reason you gait is off.

The bedroom isn’t off limits for his poker face but it’s a little more merciless.

Two digits dance on your tongue as Shoto looks down at you, letting his fingers tease your mouth while his other hand has his length pressing against your opening. “Come on. Tell me where you want this cock. I want to hear it from you.”

You could of glared at him, the way his tip poked against you without ever actually entering. He knew damn well where you wanted it, but he never once seemed any less serious as he repeated his question. The first time he had asked, you declared he knew what you were after and that response had these fingers curled into your mouth as a punishment. And now, even as he continued to prod against you, when you tried to actually answer his question, that’s when his fingers would dip down just enough to get you to muffle your words. Your answer was lost to his touch and an almost sympathetic look was tossed your way as Shoto quirked a brow.

“That’s not an answer.” This time he moved just enough to get his head dipped inside of you and just as quick, he was pulling right back out, leaving you to try and get out more protest through your makeshift voice muffler. That’s when you saw just the tiniest bit of a smile move onto the lips of your lover as he leaned down, lips grazing your ear. “Try saying it again for me?”

Speaking of teasing, Shoto is a brat

I’ll write anyone as a switch, but Shoto is a particularly good bratty dom

Meaning, he’s a dom who will purposely say or do something to get you into a spot that he can take advantage of. (With consent, of course).

He acts up a little to get you to act up.

He’ll let you steal his food but then kiss you because he decided he “changed his mind” and actually, “he’s hungry”

He’s also the type to hide your clothes for a bit and when you end up putting on any of his stuff, he’ll declare he needs it back right that second and he’ll help you get out of it.

All with a completely straight face.

“Shoto, are you serious right now?’

"Why wouldn’t I be? I need that shirt for today. Come here.”

One time, you two had a disagreement and you decided to give him a blow job as an “apology” and he has not let it go.

Obviously, he’d never force you to do something you didn’t want to but now when you say sorry, he’ll jokingly bring it up.

Is he really joking with that poker face though?

“I’m sorry, Shoto.”

“Yeah? Show me then.” *proceeds to motion to crotch*

Don’t worry. He won’t actually make you and he’ll forgive you regardless.

However, if you wanted too, then~

Hes not going to say no.

He likes it when sex is a bit heated and emotion fueled too.

He’s poker faced but very emotional (remember the time when Shoto got upset with his dad then proceeded to freeze half of a stadium?) and whiles he’s gotten better at handling his emotions now that he’s an adult, he still got lots of them, baby!

Is he feeling particularly loving? Then, if you end up having sex that day, expect some real passionate and sweet love making.

Is he irritated? Hard, fast and maybe a little bit rougher than he should be - he tried so hard to keep himself under control but he just got a bit too aggressive.

Feeling competitive? Oh, maybe you used that pretty little “make me” taunt and he is going to do just that. He takes it as a challenge and he has not lost his competitive spirit!

Along with him being competitive, keep in mind that if you give him oral, he’s going to return the favor as best he can and he’s going to try to make you cum more than he did, if possible.

He does have that pro-hero stamina though, so usually? It’s very possible.

Expect jealous sex too!

Shoto honestly didn’t even think he could get jealous but turns out when guys flirt with you, he absolutely does.

He trusts you completely and isn’t ever going to act out against you for it. He knows even if a guy does flirt with you, it’s one sided and you aren’t about to leave him. He won’t do much more in public than maybe wrap his arm around you, call you baby more, try and lowkey get the attention back on him. Nothing too insane.

It’s when you guys get home (or in private in general) when he decided to show up for you - let you know that he knows you better than anyone. He can make you feel better than anyone.

You were all of two whole steps into the door way when Shoto had his hands on your waist and was yanking you into your home, kicking the door behind you and then pinning you against it. Lips crashed down onto yours before you could get in a word and his hands were already trailing up your shirt, grazing over and up your sides. He was kissing you like a man straved and you were the first meal he had seen in weeks.

You tried to squeak out his name, hands tugging at the fabric of his shirt and causing his grip on you to tighten, squeezing at your body once he slipped his hands back doen to the swell of your hips. He was going to leave some finger tip bruises on you if he wasn’t careful, but you had an inkling that making marks was exactly what he was going for. Finally his lips were tugging off yours, but only to venture down your jaw and the column of your throat. “Shoto, whats gotten into you?” You finally manage as heat seeps it way to your skin and you tip your head back against the door.

He was a hero but the way his kisses and nips felt over you was criminal.

“He wanted you, you know.” Shoto spoke out in low vibrations against your skin, referencing the guy who had been flirting with you while you were out earlier. It wasn’t an accusatory tone, but it was spoken more like a simple fact before he tugged away and let his gaze connect with yours.

For a moment, as his eyes searched yours, you were reminded of a small animal that was craving attention; it was like he was asking for it when he looked at you like that. There was an urge to reach out and pet him, to coo sweet nothings and assurance into his ear and you would have, if he wasn’t already sinking down to his knees and you felt heat spike up into your core. “But I don’t want him. I only want you.”

“I know that.” Those puppy dog eyes were gone in the moment as he was knelt in front of you and already undoing the pants you wore with quick finesse. You swallowed slowly, feeling adrenaline kick up in your veins as he tugged them, and you underwear, down and away, his focus unwavering from the goregous sight before him - you. “That just happened to remind me how lucky I am,” his hand slipped over you rear until it tucked just under your thigh and he popped you up onto one leg as he got this one around his shoulder. Your back hit up against the door and you were reaching to grab at his free shoulder to try and gain your balance as best you could. His tongue dragging across you had a shiver ripple through your spine and you swear you could feel a smirk curving onto his lips as he buried his face between your legs.

You definitely heard that deep chuckle he gave, warm breath fanning against your skin. He loved how your body reacted, already trained to his touch, to his tongue. Your mind drifted to that starving kiss he had given you upon entering the door, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were about to get the same treatment where he was at now. The gleam in his eyes as they darted up to you made you think yes. “Decided I had to show my appreciation.”

[hongism]

wintertime antics - k. seokjin

➻ pairing: seokjin x reader

➻ wc: 964

➻ genre: crack, fluff

➻ rating: pg & sfw

➻ warnings: i dont think there’s any ._.

➻ summary: you think life on the farm is always a bit more interesting with kim seokjin in it. even if he did steal your chickens. twice. maybe it wasn’t his fault the second time. you still blame him though.

➻ @jinterlude asked:

OKAY CALZONE! I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST SEOKJIN + VODKA + AND ADD SOME STARDEW VALLEY INTO IT. Please and thank you! ;-;

➻ a/n: MISS KIMCHI she’s done uwu, i hope you enjoy :3 i had a ton of fun writing your request uwu you’re so cyoot, also dedicated to @hobiance​ ily and i named a chicken after u

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You sigh for what feels like the hundredth time today. The sun beats down on your skin, but the chill in the air cancels out the heat from it’s rays. Winter has set in, which means your fields are stagnant for the season. It also means having to buy wheat for your animals at an increased price since you can’t grow it at the same rate you usually would in the other seasons.

That, however, is not the issue you are currently faced with. No, it is an issue thanks to your neighbor – Kim Seokjin. Ever since the man moved in, you two have not seen eye to eye on anything. You consider yourself a serious and dedicated farmer, whereas Kim Seokjin seems to be anything but. Sure, his crops seem to grow faster than yours and the quality is always ten times better than yours, but that is beside the point. You cannot stand the man because he keeps stealing your damn chickens. And today, in the middle of winter, he decided to steal your beloved chicken, Elaine.

Why?

Because he loves to prank you.

Why?

Because he’s an asshole with nothing better to do with his life.

And thus, you find yourself standing out in the freezing cold weather, knuckles bearing down against the door of his small cabin. There are a few flecks of snow dancing through the air, signaling a further storm. If Seokjin doesn’t open the damn door right this fu–

Just as you’re thinking the spiteful words, the wooden door swings wide open, revealing your tall and broad-shouldered neighbor. His black hair is pressed against his forehead, and a sheen of sweat lies over his skin. You glare as he greets you with a broad smile.

“Farmer Y/N! Fancy seeing you here in the middle of winter! I was just cooking up some seafood spaghetti. Would you care for some?” He asks through the smile. You see straight through his lies.

“Where’s Elaine?” You get straight to the point, not wanting to hang around any longer than you have to.

“P-Pardon?” Seokjin has the audacity to stutter.

“My chicken. Elaine. I know you know what she looks like, especially since this isn’t the first time you’ve taken her.”

“Oh! That’s Elaine?” Seokjin questions, a small laugh escaping his full lips.

“So you did steal her!”

“Wait, woah, Y/N. Hold on. I didn’t steal Elaine! I swear on my prized cow Bessy and horse Shadow. I didn’t take Elaine. Your coop door was open this morning, and I spotted it so I went over there and closed it. Well, when I closed it the automatic lock triggered, and I obviously don’t have the keys to your coop, so when I spotted Elaine wandering around, I just had to take her here instead. Come inside! Please. Elaine is in here.”

“Do you realize how shady and unreliable your story sounds?” You scoff. You fold your arms over your chest, eyes glaring holes into Seokjin’s form. Despite being much larger than you are, he actually flinches under your gaze. He pushes the door open a little further, revealing the interior of his house.

Sure enough, just past the entryway lies the fluffy, feathered body of a chicken. It must be Elaine, unless Seokjin happens to keep his other chickens in the house like this. You dart inside and snatch the chicken off the ground. She bears Elaine’s signature tuft of feathers at the front of her head. A sigh of relief escapes you.

“Ah, thank god, Elaine. I was worried I had lost you for good this time.”

“You know…” Seokjin starts, coming up behind you. “You might want to repair the chicken wire around your fence. I found a hole in it this morning too, so I’m assuming that’s how Elaine got out.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need help from the likes of you,” you reply as you pull Elaine closer to your chest.

“Oh come on, Y/N. Quit playing around like that. I am genuinely trying to help you. It’s not a prank this time.”

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Listen… if I had known how important Elaine was to you, I never would’ve taken her in the first place. I could’ve left her out in the cold or maybe a fox would’ve come by and snatched her before I did. Just let me repair the fence for you. Say it’s – it’s a way to repay you for all the pranks I’ve pulled on you.”

“And why on earth would you want to help me?” You squint at the man, still unconvinced by his argument.

“Well, to be honest, the only reason I would pull pranks on you in the first place is because you’re really cute when annoyed at me. If I didn’t keep pulling pranks then I wouldn’t get to see that cute nose scrunch of yours!”

Seokjin’s words take you aback, and your mouth hangs open as he continues to laugh under his breath. A faint blush decorates his tanned skin. If he were just playing around, you don’t think he would react in such a way, so you are inclined to believe that he’s actually being serious at the moment.

“O-Oh,” you stammer out, unable to manage any actual words. Embarrassment burns at your body, and you pull Elaine closer to you as though she will help defend you from the embarrassment. “Well – well, actually – maybe… hm. Um, I could stay for lunch. Only because it’s pasta though! Don’t take it the wrong way. I don’t care about you, only about the pasta.”

“Of course, of course. I’m assuming Elaine will be joining us at the table? Does she like pasta?”

“Kim Seokjin, you better not even try to feed my chicken pasta!”

☽     ☾

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Amiright?

Summery- 2.1k. Colin x Y/N. A fun night out brings up some questions. So this was written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ gif challenge. If you wanna participate, head on over and join in, more then happy to nominate you if you desire. I did break the rules a bit with that opening gif, but it does appear before the final gif. Im not much of one to follow the rules, sorry peeps. I roll my own way. 

You and Colin had a easy relationship. It was never really all that serious, you two never even made it “official”. The two just melded one day into this more then best friends with benefits, you were his unofficial girlfriend, a term you thought yourself to be. You unfortunately would freeze up at the idea of official girlfriend, i mean... thats to serious, isnt it?

 He looked out for you, and you looked out for him. Long days at work, he would surprise you with your favorite take out spread on the coffee table, and then you would sit between his legs, his arms wrapped around you while you both played the newest video game. He would make it out like you totally kicked his ass, stealing kisses and nibbles when he wanted to distract you and usually before the night was done, the video controllers were forgotten for a quickie on the couch, often times the video games music was your new sexy time theme song. 

Then other times, he would drag you out of the apartment. His grin boyish as he insisted you change from your work outfit, unbuttoning your blouse and running a hand over the lacy cups of your bra. “Fuck I love this number on you, when we come back, I should peel you right out of this with my teeth.” Your breath hitched, you would like that very much. Placing a kiss to your lips, he smirked “but not right now. I have something else in mind. Something sporty lil minx.” 

“Where are we going?” You question, digging through your closet. “Im not sure of how to dress!”

“Anything babe! Comfy clothes!” He went into the closet you currently were a bit lost in, and reached over you to grab your sweat pants and a tshirt. You look at them with an arched brow and snort while taking them. “You high classing me up Stud?” 

He winked as he pulled on his old beat up grey zip up. “You know it sexy, aint no one got nothing on you.” 

Laughing, the two of you stumble out the door and his arm wrapped around you your waist, holding you in against his side, you followed him along, chatting a bit about your day since he wasnt spilling what the two of you were doing.

But soon enough you two came up to the local gymnasium and he dug out a key from his pocket, unlocking the doors and slipping in. As the two of you walked in, a few lights sprung on and you wiggled out of his hold and sprang forward to do a cartwheel, landing half hazardly back on your feet. “Ta-Da!” giggling as you reach up to pull your hair back into a ponytail, snapping the band you kept around your wrist around. Colin grabbed a nearby basketball and lazily dribbled it as he sauntered towards you across the court. “How did you get the key to this place?”

“I know a guy who knows a guy, who needed a gig played this weekend. Figured we needed a night out baby, and what better then playing Horse?” Another dribble and you put your hands to your hips watching him, you were always down for the thrill of the challenge. Competitive little minx that you are. And he was right, you two had been holed up in the apartment for a tad to long. 

“Well lets make it interesting Colin.” you state, holding your hands out for the ball. “Every missed shot, we get to pick something to loose.” He cocked a brow and raked his eyes over you. “Game on babygirl.“ He tossed you the ball ,and smirked, watching as you picked your spot. Off to the left side of the court, along the edge, you dribble a few times and then with a small jump, flick of your wrist, you sent the ball flying, and hell you made this shot a hundred times growing up. That ball gave a sweet sweet swish snap, and Colin rolled his eyes. “easy, I got this.” Jogging for the ball, he swooped it up and zig zagging over to you, showing off, you step from where you stood while he went to make his shot. 

“Its harder then it looks” you claim, and he winks. 

“Im winning this baby, your gonna look awful good running around all bare ass naked in here while I claim my trophey.” And sure enough he to made the shot. 

“Oh you think your gonna get that far? Whats your trophey?” 

“Why your panties of course.”

Oh fuck, game on boy, you thought and grabbing the ball, you chose your next spot, further away, towards the middle of the court. When you went to make your shot, he snapped your ass with his palm, making you squeek and shoot it way off, not even hitting the back board. “COLIN!” His laughter echoing as he tugged on your shirt. “Off it comes!” 

“That was cheating you bastard” you stick your tongue out as you jerk it over your head and toss it over his shoulder. He grasped your chin and drew your teasing tongue into his mouth, wrangling a moan from you before releasing you.

"Fighting dirty is encouraged babygirl, I thought you knew that" you narrowed your eyes at him as he jogged for the ball, the bouncing echoing while he assessed where he wanted to shoot from. Once he picked, you sauntered in front of him, leaving enough space so he could shoot, but you knew what could distract him. Since they distracted him 20 times a day without even trying. His hand was always snaking up your shirt to play with your breasts. 

Just as he was about to shoot, your hands shot up and giving a luscious lip parting, moan, plumping the swells together, his eyes immediately fell from the hoop to where they were spilling over the top, and sure enough his shot went WAY WAY off the mark. A drop of your hands and the wiggle of the brows, you snicker. 

“Loose the shirt hot stuff!” You tug on his hoodie, and pull down the zipper for him, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss, fully meant to draw his focus from the game. Tiny nips, flick of the tongue trailing over his full bottom lip and then pulling away before he can get the satisfaction of tasting your kiss. A frustrated groan fell from his chest, and he shrugged off the shirt. 

The back and forth was fierce. Colin got the satisfaction of getting the next few shots, and much to your disdain at this, you shed off your belt, pants and one sock. He did let you keep on one sock, how sweet of him. While you were following along behind him, hooking your hand into his belt loops and tugging on him from behind as he takes a random jumping shot, falling back into you. 

“Ha, you missed baby, Pants, they are finally mine!” 

He doesnt even hesitate to unzip them and tug them off, a smirk playing off his mouth. 

So his next statement threw you off axis, put a pause to your laughter, tilted your whole world off kilter. You dont know why it would scare you so much. 

“My girlfriend is free to take my pants off whenever she pleases.” With a toss he shot them in the pile of clothing you accumulated. 

But you couldnt see that, he called you his girlfriend, girlfriend. You werent anything, never have been. 

“What? Im not your girlfriend.”

He just looked at you a bit weird and picked up the ball. “Of course you are Y/N, we practically live together now, Im just waiting for my lease to end on my apartment.” 

“Oh no buddy.” Your hands go to your hips with a shake of the head “We never said we were anything.” Pointing between the two of you, good mood gone as his face turned serious listening to you. 

“Then what has this all been? You cant tell me nothing Y/N, its been like a year” You already had turned on your heels. You werent running away, no, not at all. You werent terrified that he might have cared about you more then in a friendly way, although you both know thats the biggest mother fucking lie you told yourself in that moment when he was saying your name, trying to get an answer. 

Your gathering your clothes when he grasps your arm. “Will you just stop for a moment Y/N and talk to me?” 

“I cant, I got to work tomorrow.” You lamely make an excuse, fuck work. 

“You know, I knew I god damn knew you would pull this shit Y/N the minute I said it was anything. You know why? Your so damned scared of actually wanting something, you wont say it. Think its gonna blow all up in your face, amiright?” His words running together as you wrench your arm out and you glare at him. 

“Im not the one who just assumed anything asshole.” Your temper flaring to hide anything other then what you really want to say. And you leave Colin standing there in shock, in the middle of the gymnasium, the lights glaring over him and you resolve not to look back as you slam out the door, but you hear him, a string of cusses following you outside in his anger and your name, your name calling you back, to not run away. But run away you did. 

He didnt come back that night, not to your apartment, you heard the slamming of his door across the hallway and you curled up in bed feeling completely miserable about what had happened, how you reacted and maybe he was right, you had some kind of commitment issue after years of self esteem issues. Ones he always talked you through. 

“Babes your so damn smart, what would I do without you?!” Helping him put together a lyric for his music, the words would just come to you. 

“Come on, its not that bad, let me read.” Sneaking a peek over your shoulder at a short writing piece you were indulging yourself in. 

“Kicking ass and taking names” High fiving you after a particularly difficult boss in the video game. 

“Baby you eat today? How about a grilled cheese?” on those days you just couldnt get your shit together and remember to feed yourself. A water bottle being tossed at you. 

“God damn your so beautiful” Early morning wake ups, his arm locking you in close, and not allowing you to leave him for a few moments. A kiss to your shoulder and light nibble to your neck before you really had to start the day. 

It hurt he wasnt there now, the bed felt hollowed and you buried your face in the pillow. Why did you do this to yourself? He tried to text a few times, but you bypassed them, not having an answer for him. He would want one, Curtis didnt just let things go. ‘what are you never going to talk to me again?’ was his last one. Then the phone went silent.  

 The night turned into days, and it turned into the longest three damn days you could recall. Then the third night as you were nursing a beer, secretly listening for the door across the hall, there was a knock, a soft rapt that made you spring up out of your seat. Setting the bottle aside, you unlocked your door and peered out. Opening the door wider, there was Colin, not in his usual band tees, and jeans, or that stupid zip up you missed, no he was dressed up, tie and everything. 

“Hi Y/n” he smiled, fidgeting a bit, he seemed so out of his norm. You shyly look down, picking at your rather unfancy attire. 

“Hi Colin, you look good” 

“Do I? I wouldnt know” He teased and reached out to lift your face with a tilt of his fingers under your chin. “But theres an important woman whom deserves it.” Your brows come together, clearly unsure of what he meant. “Y/N, I didnt mean to scare you off, I should have done this right, not just assume you wanted the same thing I did. Im hoping you do, but if you dont... then I will respect that. Will you date me, be my girlfriend?” 

Seeing him now, those uncalled for fears still lingered, but you wanted this. You wanted him, and the past few days showed just how much he actually meant to you, maybe you both were taking each other for granted. 

“Yes Colin, I cant believe you still want to after I was such an asshole” 

“Nah, you werent an asshole.” He stepped in closer, and kissed your forehead. “Okay, maybe a teeny bit, but I was a big dick for not talk to you about it, so that makes us pretty even right?” 

You laugh listening to him and tug on his tie, dragging him into the apartment. Fuck you missed this. 

@what-is-your-plan-today​ im just gonna tag you in everything till your like “STOP” lmao

[tsukidotcom]

Tsukishima Kei — Teasing

This is referring to more of a friendship with Kei than a romantic relationship. But you could think of it either way :)

Okay obviously this man is going to be a huge tease. Shorter than him by a few inches? Will make fun of your height. Your hair naturally brown? Will call you shitty hair (bakugou is that you?).

He won’t say sorry about it, either. Unless you visibly show you’re legitimately hurt by it. Like deeply hurt by it.

It Was At This Moment That He Knew, He Fucked Up.

You guys probably will avoid each other for a few days before Yamaguchi makes him talk to you. Once when you and him are alone he will be really awkward about it. A lot of unwanted tension and unneeded silence.

He’ll blurt out he’s sincerely sorry. Maybe even treat you afterwords by buying you a meatbun/your favorite snack. He isn’t familiar with words and how to use them. His tone of voice may come out wrong or he says something he doesn’t mean. Please don’t react harshly by what he says baby is really trying his best 🥺 Give him a few minutes to untangle his words and say it properly.

Once when he finally got his shit together by then you know he’s sincere and you feel better. You might chuckle a little bit because he’s just a goofy hot mess. He’s so funny trying to apologize to you. like a child !

He will never admit this out loud—and I mean NEVER—but he does care about you. Teasing is just his way of showing affection. The more he teases the more he seems to like you. But he doesn’t want you to know he likes you. So he does the OPPOSITE of love; hate. Tease. Being obnoxiously,, out of his way, rude. Another reason why he teases is to hide how he feels? Like if he suddenly becomes embarrassed he’ll call you “bakka” or some other mean comment to hide the fact his face is a very deep shade of beetroot.

He also teases because he likes your attention. Who knew a snarky comment could give him all the attention in the world?

Again, he‘s aware he can take things too far, but he never actually knows the what. What causes things to be too far. What does he SAY that’s bad. Why? When? Where? Who?

In his noggin, he knows he doesn’t think the things he says are true. So when you take it seriously he seems clueless at first

Poor Tsukishima,, thinking people can read his mind and know he’s joking.

After thinking the situation through your perspective, he can see how much of an asshole he really looked. Mental facepalm.

Once when you guys make up, and I mean the SECOND you make up, he is back to being a salty saltine cracker. Will say lighthearted remarks.

He will probably purposely call you a ✨nostalgic✨ nickname or say the most used remark he always uses on you. I say nostalgic like one of the first insults he ever said to you.

Since you guys have been avoiding each other, being able to hear Tsukishima’s remarks somehow made you happy??? Especially a older one.

He’s considerate idk 🥰

And babey really does have a heart please 🥺 he just hides it with his salty comments. Everyone notices his mean remarks but if you analyze them you’d realize he meant something TOTALLY different.

For example:

“Hey, Shorty.”

“I’m not short!!!”

“I have to bend down just to be able to look at you.”

“I will steal your knee caps before you get the chance to run away.”

“You’re legs are so short, N/N-san. You wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.”

What he was really saying was;

“I want you’re attention. look at me.”

“oh, here’s you’re attention.”

“Not Enough .”

“Wha-”

“m o r e”

Yeah, he’s subtle like that.

After you two get it off, his way of words starts to rub off of you. Whether you like it or not. You suddenly know great combacks whenever you get into an argument. Always leaving the other person speechless. You learned from the best, after all 😳

If you tell him that you learned from the best, he’ll most likely feel flustered. A sudden tint of pink rose to his cheeks and the tip of his ears. He’ll call you stupid and useless as he looks the opposite direction of you to cover his face. Because you’ve been picking up his own habits you start teasing him.

“Awwe, is Tsukishima-kun flustered?”

“No—Boke.”

He’s so used to you teasing/insulting him that when you actually compliment him he doesn’t know how to act. Even if it was more on the sarcastic side he’ll still freeze up like 😀 whut.

He also just adores you so a compliment from you is everything 🥰🥰 a mega softy on the inside don’t fight me on this.

All in all is a real jokster 😅🤣 but can and will be serious when needed. He will always be there for you. He isn’t good with words but is real good with actions.

If he notices you’re visibly sad he’ll (snarkily) ask if you want to hang/study at his place. If you accept y’all would just chill out in his room. He would be wearing his headphones, doing homework on his desk or something while you sit on his bed, a big dino plushy wrapped around your hands. Probably scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Sometimes each others presence is all you guys need. Suddenly you don’t feel as sad.

If you’re really sad and just end up breaking down, venting and/or crying out to him, he’ll listen and won’t interrupt you. Headphones = off.

Don’t expect him to say a speech or reassuring words. He doesn’t know shit when it comes to that type of stuff. You shouldn’t expect him to hug you, either. Even tho most people would react that way Tsukishima isn’t like that.

“Oi, what are you-”

“Tsukki,” you sniff, “I can’t do this anymore....” You bury your face in the dino plushy, hugging it closer to your chest.

You go off and complain about your life. He would definitely be surprised/taken aback. He’d just drop whatever he was doing and listen to you. If someone did something bad to you (a bad friend, dark past, toxic relationships, etc.,) He’s imagining how to confront them at tomorrow at school ❤️😌

But that would have to wait. He definitely wouldn’t say a mean comment. If he does, it would only be one that could make you laugh. Lift your spirit. In the moment, he might put a hand on your shoulder, arm, or back. Just to remind you he’s here. And you might lean into his touch. You just spoiled your deepest insecurities and past, after all. You’re vunerable to him now. And honestly Tsukishima might be the best person for that.

He’s quiet and reserved even though he says loud, evil comments all the time at everyone. Nobody can read his facial features because he always stares with a blank face. Nobody can pinpoint what he’s thinking. And nobody asks because he hides well behind the wall of Tsukki Insults™️©. Even being as tall as 190 cm, he can hide pretty well. He can definitely keep a secret and act like nothing happened.

He also might rub circles on your back or squeeze your arm/shoulder as a way of saying “you’re okay” “i’m here” “don’t worry”

This isn’t his typical style but this is definitely a side of him that’s there. It’s just nobody sees it.

After you feel better, he’d act back to normal and keep on doing his work. If not, he’s probably babying you a little bit. Will give you water or warm milk (warm milk and cookies, maybe??) and put on a movie on his tv in his room. The tv is small but, i mean,, it’s there.

Turn off the lights for you. Maybe make popcorn or any snack you like.

“But—Tsukki. You’re homework... you won’t be able to do it in the dark.”

“It’s fine. I can do it in the morning.”

“Are you sure..?”

“Yes, baka, I’m sure.” He ?softly¿ scowls

You’d be under the warm covers. He’d probably be in bed, too. Not under the covers though. And he makes sure to keep his distance. A few ft seperate you guys. The only way that gap is gonna close is if you move yourself.

If you do,,, he’d definitely ask and tease you. ‘oh, you wanna be near me?’ “shut up.”

Honestly you probably feel touch deprived, or touch deprivation. After all that crying and thinking bad thoughts. You’d probably want a simple hug but Tsuki would never give that to you and you know it. Even if you directly asked he wouldn’t. And watching a movie in the dark just makes the atmosphere so moody..? Perfect rime for cuddles!

I dont blame you 💔🥺

Kei wouldn’t move away but he wouldn’t suddenly put an arm over your shoulder or anything. He’s gonna keep to himself. He won’t mind sitting like a few inches apart. If your shoulders are slightly touching? He’s gonna get a lil tense. If you are noticeably leaning onto him and your legs are close to his (even when they’re under covers) he is gonna be rEalLY tense and flustered.

“What do you want, creep.”

“Nothing.”

“Liar. Just spill it.”

“Mm, I just want to be with you. Is that okay?” You say, teasingly innocent.

A flustered tsuki tenses his shoulders, “I’m already with you, dumbass.”

“Saying useless insults now, are you?”

“Shut up.”

Will probably end up leaning on you a bit, too :>

If you fall asleep he’s just gonna let you sleep on his bed all night and sleep on the couch or something. His neck will be a pain in the morning which he’ll make you buy him a strawberry shortcake as a thanks for his bravery and sacrifice.

“Here’s your shitty shortcake, your highness.” You say sarcastically.

He gives you that signature smirk, “This is what happens when you fall asleep after balling your eyes out to me-”

“Hey!” You grow pink out of embarrassment. You’re an ugly cryer so you didn’t even want to imagine what Tsukishima witnessed.

“Uh...., T-Thanks for listening, by the way..”

“Oi, don’t start getting sentimental.”

“I-I’m not!” you protest, “Can I not say thanks? I mean, you helped me... a lot. I always bottle things up.... so i...”

“It’s fine. You repayed me by giving me this strawberry shortcake.” He eats another bite

You look up at him and smile. You could tell he meant that he doesn’t mind it. And for you to shut up before he gets flustered again.

Tsukishima Kei cares for you 101

[ick25]

Rockman.EXE Episode 11 Review.

Pretty sure this image of Netto holding his butt was cutted from the dub.

Oh, is the episode gonna introduce the Invisible Chip?

We start the episode at the tournament, where Midorikawa is announcing the final battle of the preliminaries with Tohru Hikawa and Iceman.

Wow, Tohru, are you always so sad? Cant even smile for the camera?

We see Meiru, Yaito, Dekao, Mariko-sensei and Masa-san in the crowd ready to cheer Tohru on his battle, and we get to see Masa’s special flag for cheering, and yes, this is gonna become a thing.

You might be wondering why Netto isnt with them, well thats because he got up to buy a hot dog and got lost on his way back.

Rockman’s GPS aint gonna help you this time.

As Netto is looking for his seat, Midorikawa announces Iceman’s opponent, Rocketman aka Breakman.

So there are Net Battle academies? Well, that makes more sense than a “Duel Academy”.

Netto thinks that Breakman could be a tough opponent for Iceman and Tohru, but he is suddently distracted by a familiar voice who turns out to be Miyuki-san.

Miyuki-san says that the battle will be over in exactly one minute.

The battle begins with Breakman launching his missiles at Iceman. During this, Netto walks over to Miyuki-san telling her that its unfair to believe that Iceman will lose in only one minute.

However, Miyuki tells him that the loser will be Iceman’s opponent.

We see Breakman launching more missiles at Iceman but Tohru shields him by using the Ice Cube battle chip.

Then he tells Iceman to use his “Freeze Bubble” and ends the battle with a frozen Breakman.

Miyuki’s prediction came true but before Netto has the opportunity to praise her she interrups him by saying that it is going to rain and leaves, despite being a really nice day.

In fact, we then see Netto and friends enjoying a nice picnic outside, with Masa-san presenting them his special calcium filled bento.

After the scene with Masa and Dekao that was cutted from the dub for obvious reasons, we see Netto who is really enjoing his meal and already had chow down three bentos. Meiru warns him that if he keeps eating like that he will get a stomach ache, and Rockman even reminds him that he ate... How many hot dogs?

We get a funny scene with Netto running around looking for a toilet just to find out that the men’s bathroom is being cleaned. Netto’s moving animation in front of the bathroom sign keeps playing so it wont cut to the part where he holds his butt, clever move dub.

For some reason Saloma is watching Netto run around in circles outside the bathroom (which was cutted too) during her conversation with Miyuki.

They have a brief conversation about how skilled Netto is at Net battles specially against the WWW operators, but he doesnt take them as serious as he should.

After that, Netto finally leaves a bathroom in relief and overhears a couple talking about the weather suddently changing from sunny to rainy. This makes Netto realized that Miyuki-san’s prediction came true once again.

As he is heading to the arena for his battle, Netto is suddently stopped by Higure-san who appears out of nowhere looking at him in a very creepy way.

Creep...

He says that he wants to thank him for helping Numberman in the last episode, and after a flashback of Numberman being KO by the unknowend Navi, Higure gives him a “Friendship” chip as thanks.

Netto is excited thinking that it is a group of rare chips but unfortunately he only gets a bunch of Mini Bombs, making him jump in rage.

Netto’s friends aren’t the only ones waiting to see the match, turns out the World Three operators are spectators as well.

So they finally get to see Rockman’s operator, although they already seem to know who it is. Wouldn’t that put Netto in danger earlier?

They hope that Rockman loses in his first match, except for Hinouken who still wants his revenge, and Mahajarama tells them that it might be possible because he feels something unusual about his opponent.

Time for the match to begin, but first we get Netto and Rockman’s profile by Midorikawa.

Thats how you smile for a picture, Tohru!

However, when its time to see the opponent’s profile, the screen only shows static, probably due to the storm outside, but it helps keep the mystery since Netto’s opponent is...

Who would’ve guessed? She would.

Midorikawa reads Miyuki’s profile from the N-1′s data base, and all I learned so far is that her last name is Kuroi.

Before revealing her Navi, Miyuki predicts that the match will last five minutes with Netto as the loser.

Netto and Rockman inmediately recognize the Navi with the same flashback from before, though this only makes Netto feel excited.

The battle begins and Skullman disappears, but Rockman quickly figures out that Skullman is actually not invisible as the title suggest, but instead is moving at an incredible speed making it almost imposible to follow.

Netto decides to send the Shot Gun battle chip which creates a curtain of smoke, this helps Rockman find Skullman and uses the Rock Buster to hit him.

Skullman starts attacking with Rockman dodging, but eventually lands a hit making Miyuki remind Netto that he now has 4 minutes left.

Noticed the miscoloring too?

We cut to comercials only to return with Higure’s voice saying that he will see Netto at the awards ceremony, something he repeats when suddently appearing next to Mariko-sensei, much for Masa-san’s annoyance.

We cut back to the battle with Netto deciding to send the Area Steal chip to keep up with Skullman’s speed.

But they soon realized that its not enough to keep up with his speed, and Skullman once again lands a hit on Rockman.

Rockman tells Netto that he can’t hit Skullman since its looks like he is reading his moves somehow, Netto remembers that two of Miyuki’s predictions came true earlier making the young net battler question his victory.

Three minutes left.

During some comments from Mahajarama and Enzan about the battle as they watch, Skullman ends up breaking Rockman’s sword. 

Miyuki decides to send a battle chip to skullman, a chip that doesnt exist in the game called “Spirit Fire” or was it “Demon fire”?

This knocks Rockman to the ground making Netto hesitate even more, Miyuki reminds him that he has only 2 more minutes left, but Netto gets a hold of himself telling Rockman to keep going. Rockman is motivated after hearing his voice and quickly gets up before Skullman’s attack hits him, which I personally find very adorable!

They give eachother strenght! XD

Netto has to think of something quick, he says he has to try using a chip he hasnt used before and remembers the Mini Bombs Higure-san gave him.

He then ask Miyuki-san if he still has one minute left before her prediction comes true, she confirms it and Netto quickly gets motivated.

He starts sending all ten Mini Bombs that result in another smoke curtain like the one from before.

As the whole area is covered in smoke again, Rockman and Netto start thinking about their next move.

Netto sends the Areal Steal battle chip to Rockman, Skullman finally makes his move, but instead of Rockman, he punches the air where three Mini Bombs suddently appear.

This catches Skullman off guard as Rockman appears out of hiding. An angry Skullman attacks with another “Spirit Fire”, only this time Rockman destroys it with his Rock Buster hitting Skullman in the process.

Miyuki finally reacts to this and decides to plug-out Skullman right as he charges at Rockman who fires another shot at him, ending the battle.

I cant really tell if Rockman missed or it went through since Skullman is being logged-out.

Miyuki is left shocked but ends up smiling gently, Netto gets an interview by Midorikawa and only has this to say.

Really?! After the whole bathroom incident?!

We cut to Miyuki passing Saloma as she leaves.

I think the real reason was that it became “uncertain” that she was gonna win, since Netto actually surprised her with a new strategy despite the match still haven’t ended in five minutes like she foretold, but she ends up telling Saloma that Netto and Rockman are indeed special, so she decided to let them win.

The World Three dont seem happy with the results of the battle, except for Hinouken of course, who ends the episode saying how he will finally get his chance to defeat Rockman.

Yeah, because that worked so well the first two times you battled him. And the second time it wasnt even Rockman who beat you.

My thoughts?

Near the end of episode 7, Miyuki asks Saloma why she had taken so long to help Netto and Rockman against Count Elec, Saloma just says that she sees something special about them. This is brought up again in their conversation before the match. Miyuki was willing to proof Saloma wrong by not going easy on Netto. In the dub, episode seven never happend so they talk about something unrelated, like Netto being a secret agent or something like that.

It was very interesting to see Miyuki’s battle style, she uses her predictions as a psycological tactic to scare her opponent. I’m not sure if Miyuki really has powers or is she just really good at reading people, and weather aparently.

Maybe her prediction in episode 2 was just a coincidence, maybe the crystal ball is the one that sees the future, who knows? The anime never gives a straight answer, which is good because it gives more mystery to her character.

We get to see Netto fight an opponent with nothing at stake, unlike with the World Three, Netto had a weak motive to beat Miyuki, it was not about saving his friends or punishing bad guys, it was to advance in a tournament made just for fun. Once Netto remembers he entered the N-1 to enjoy the battles Rockman was able to hit Skullman, Miyuki had finally see that fighting spirit Saloma had noticed and allows him to win.

We get two flashbacks of the same scene from the last episode where Numberman is KO by Skullman with that specific part cutted out, a reused shot of the arena being covered in smoke the second time and one miscolored panel. The spirit fire was renamed “Ghost Fire” in the dub, along with other name changes. Netto holding his butt is unplesant to see so it was cutted from the dub, as well as the part where he runs around in circles.

Enzan and Mahajarama comment about the battle a lot, I get that Mahajarama was explaining things to the other WWW operators, but was Enzan talking to himself? He could be talking to Blues but I really doubt that.