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axvwriter · 1 year

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My Phantom Bride ideas

Making a list of some of the different ideas I've had for writing fanfiction for Twisted Wonderland's Phantom Bride Event. I don't know if I'll actually write them all out. If I do, a good amount will probably be done at later times since I don't have character intro posts for them all ready yet.

-Bobo challenges Eliza for Idia's hand in marriage. (Would technically be a au of an au- Twst Bobo follows the game's storyline pretty closely and this would deviate quite a bit.)

-Bobo joins the B Team as one of the Suitors. (This would be closer to how Bobo would follow the game event, though somewhat of an au offshoot since I think it would be fun for Bobo to try to win Eliza's heart, but the last group never really gets to try. They sorta do with the doorman ghost.)

-Hex joins in as one of the suitors and upon being rejected, he absolutely loses it. Eliza doesn't get a slap in in time as Hex uses his chaos magic as he throws a crybaby tantrum over being rejected. Using his chaos magic, he creates the illusion of him being Idia and Idia looking like someone.

-Sophia, who has adopted Idia and Ortho as her family, barges in with Ortho, crying about how cruel and mean it is for Eliza to take their brother away from them. The two trying to guilt-trip Eliza into releasing Idia. If that doesn't work, Sophia and Ortho are going to shoot up the place- and probably end up joining the failed suitors in being frozen. Maybe Idia loses his cool at his brother being slapped and breaks a bit of the delusional image Eliza has of him, but she is in heavy denial...

-Milo and CatMask? Milo, six or so-year-old mute mage is horrified by the idea of anyone being killed. So he tries to stop the wedding despite it being very scary to him. The ghosts cause young boy to cry and CatMask goes ballistic. CatMask already upset that Milo is trying to throw himself into danger, now has a proper target for its rage upon them making the boy cry. CatMask blazes through the ghosts and goes to attack Eliza, Puffy steps in the way and thus Eliza realizes her true love.

-Grim actually tries to win Eliza's heart. In the event the boys did goad him into helping by saying how he has no chance of winning her heart. So cue ghosts confusion upon this small cat saying he's a suitor and them asking if he's a cursed prince.

There are a few more of my ocs that I have imagined them if they were to interact with certain points in the game's story, but there isn't all that much interesting potential for them.

Like Riddles would be pretty similar to Hex's, except she's calm and using her illusion magic right away to confuse Eliza and the ghosts until they break down and give up. Cinder is absolutely useless- Psyfur would attend as a guest and point out Puffy to Eliza, just very calm and boring.

Piper could have potential except for the major thing of she wouldn't know how to do what I have in mind. CatMask without a ward wouldn't really feel motivated to help out. If it's directed by those it favors to help, it'll only give a half-hearted effort. Basically sneaking in and trying to carry Idia away. Then could just end up similar to Milo's ending wise.

The one's I really want to write are both versions of Bobo's and Hex's. I would love to show off how chaotic Hex's magic is. Especially give an idea of how dangerous Hex's duberio ancestors were.

If any of you find any of these ideas interesting and would like to see them, please send in an ask for one of the prompts after I get Bobo's fight for Idia's hand in marriage one up. That will help motivate me to write them as otherwise who knows if I'll actually write the others.

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I forgot to add this idea!

-After event aftermath of Bobo fighting for Idia's hand where Crowley sets up a small class for a selective few to learn how to propose to royalty. He sets Bobo up as the teacher and doesn't even bother supervising or checking in on it at all. Leona and Malleus are the students, but perhaps a few other students get to try it upon showing interest. Bobo sets it up as a bit of a game, basing it off of her own kingdom's customs and hiding bits of knowledge of these customs amongst ghosts and the octavinelle trio.

Her reasoning being that if they're visitors to her kingdom, they'll have to go about to learn about it. Since she's pulling in some of the ghosts, the ramshackle three, to help her with this, she'll have them know. She'll hint to look about for this info, but wont tell them where the sources are. Will also give some knowledge to the Octavinelle trio along with telling them its up to them how they give out this knowledge and if they actually give it or lie since there's always the chance of learning the wrong stuff from the wrong sources. Also bringing up they should still be cautious about how they try to obtain information since the Octavinelle trio could choose to force them to sign contracts first.

For this aftermath prompt, I will take some character suggestions.

#axv #axv writing #axv writing ideas #my writing ideas #may do more of these to see where interests lay #like prompts for facing overblots or other singificant story plots #not just the game events #twisted wonderland mention #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland grim mention

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chanelfunnell · 2 years

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A) anon, Kaner's son Max Domi and so Seth Jones are playful and keen to join any activity with Tazer or Blackhawks. Kaner is home body now. I was surprised that S Jones kicks by his left foot.

B) anon, a lot of dogs are cute and I like a lot of dogs of a lot of nhlers across the franchises. On the photos lol

C) anon,

Auston Matthews with a beard, looking weird with his p..rn stache.. Play offs facial hair is the worst look.

D) anon, there is just a pyckbunny history for Markle and an anon weirdo writing me about nonsense mixing flat caps, Harry, his warmonger friend Langdon and something about Hossa's whirlpool.., Marketa. Id steer away from any bs and dangerous people such as a arm smuggler Mann. Any bs outside ice hockey and unelected ruling class with lazy mean women such as Markle, Middleton or Camilla. Markle should pay for her all wedding costs, dresses and idiotic Mount battens should not allow her to have a big scale wedding in the church.. Old fartvking is smuggling more than 10.000 euros in the bags compared to self made Snoopy Dog with own cash and Marketa as a royal is denied and as self made biz girl bulkier and mocked by lazy gold diggas with it a buck such as Camilla or bulimic Kate. Read her mother's response in the suit how Kate hired as a simple idiot with just interest in clothes and media a media lawyer woman called Prince lol for a nominee trust.

These idiots have no clue that it is not in estate registrar but shluld f.. Ck offg ASAP from her estates like ugky Wisteria sister Pippa no own bucks pushes people for stepping on the lawn just for an inch. Stupid, vapid, no work, no dowry, no class. Not just a puppet Harry as Montecito laughs from him. Market's long term bf lawyer's family reside here, Markle is a stalker gold digga but she keeps quiet. So should drug junkie Harry Goldsmith who was sent to speak by his nasty abuser sister Carol to rant in the tabs. So like old bag Camilla's posing in tabs but none work done.

Check Princess Anne and her typical work as normal, Marketa waiting in the wings and app somd idiots mesee her surname Windsor and denied her election and mocked for self made status. What I know Kate wrote to Christian Ronaldo on Myspace after Marketa's presence at Red carpet of Pirates of Carribeans. All ugky, lazy, mean posing mean girls without money, class, typical with barking druggie uncle. Arm dealer loon like Mann as Harry Hewitt's company is dangerous so the Mountvaten and their gold digging mean chavs's toxicity, greed and unelected status or non royal origin and nothing on their own merit than shagging deluded royal farts.

OK athletes are trashy, posing and in chains but money made by them and with common sense than any common mugger like these women from Markle to Middleton women or Vamilka. Read the Middleton response in suit, to self accomplished workhorse who is a princess. Worse than climbing caste obsessed pushy mother with two Cinderella's ugky sisters camping illegally at the princess kand. We know Markle is a psycho but both of the d just mean, trashing other girls, heading rich men using the bed than own work, actually no dowry or manners, lazy, spiteful, stupid fir b assic PR. Not just Harry who is definitely a cavalry officer's son not a Prince. His father published similar book, all crybabies but trolled M or others keep quiet. These mean women just add them more like cross Che King a super player in NHL while they are a pond hickey hoikers. They ask a brother druggie like Hunter if friends or trashy star to pitch their appraisal to press how perfect and Saint they are. So Markle. Do you think Marketa's ex bf of 8 years lawyer from wealthy US family has no clue what these nasty women in law, a king and Harry are about? Markle present in Russian House yet borrowing other houses for her personality PR. So these crazy useless Mount battens and their penniless climbing gold diggas. Harry has attached dangerous people to his hip, the rest is atrache with their puckbubnued and own stupidity. Do you think they would make if in profi sport and into the bed a wag? Lol not apable or just plain or just ugly looking and too desperate chasers. King Charles was app kicked from Birkhall that is a part of Marketa's Balmoral estate. Well done, they are just greedy liars croks parasites joining forces with similar tuned charlatans and gold diggas. Their ancestor was stupid Alix Tsarina meddling into anything but lacking basic skill like never working media posers Camilla, Catherine.. Also her blind obsession with charlatan Rasputin reminds us old history. No surprise two bimbos Markle and Middleton are fighting about clothes, both looking either unkempt or frumpy after acts of flash, crotch shots or naked selfies luring their idiots into the bed, their only claim to anything such as money, house, standing in society, claim to fame lol. Spare me, so spare tyres... If not less paid, the land lady abused so kicked out. It is the same with no results, no t playing. If you are paid 5 mils bucks you need to deliver on the ice as well as juicy bits in the book and PR. That idiot has anything to sell and run buz bcs hardly able to run a ware tap and so their bimbos

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Hi i have a request like a Chris Evans x reader and like the reader clean they’re house and chris have this book that he put like important stuff and the reader put that book on their coffee table and proceed to clean and when chris got home chris took a shower and find his book and he ask the reader and the reader said it was in the coffee table but when chris check it wasn’t there and chris got all mad bc it’s important and the reader said she will buy him a new one but chris said i will never be the same or something like that and chris stormed off and a few mins the reader saw the book but dodger have it he was ripping all the pages and stuff and the reader and dodge go to the shops and buy a new book for chris and when they got home chris was already there still mad and the reader gave the book to chris and the reader say something like “I know you said its not gonna be the same but I bought you a new one bc dodge kinda uh play with it” something like that and the reader apologized you can do whatever you want there, pls end it with a happy ending thankyou!

better than the original

pairing: Chris Evans x sensitive!Reader

warnings: angst, mentions of a DDLG relationship and little space, but no actual DDLG in this one, fluff, super sensitive reader (aka me, I cry over everything)

a/n: kind of a part two to "wrong person"?? readers not little in this, but its in the same universe!

you thought he would have been appreciative of you cleaning the house while he was on set, but to your surprise, he got mad.

"where's my book?" he asked, looking around the living room, disregarding all the work you'd done.

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere." you said, helping him look for his favourite book and trying to ignore the upset feeling in your stomach at the way he ignored the clean house.

he rounded the couch, and you heard him exclaim. "oh for fucks sake." he said, before storming off towards the bedroom. you furrowed your brow and walked around the couch. you sighed when you saw Dodger chewing on it, and ripping out the pages.

"Dodger! No!" you said. you took it away from him and placed it on the counter before going after Chris.

"we can always get a new one," you offered, but you knew that was the wrong decision when Chris turned around.

"that's not the fucking point, y/n! that was my favourite book, and even if we replace it it won't be the same!" he said, and he slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.

you felt tears coming to your eyes. you were insanely sensitive, and Chris knew that. he knew better than to yell at you, because you would start crying and wouldn't stop until you he assured you over and over that you weren't in trouble, and he wasn't mad or disappointed. you understood that he was upset, but it still hurt that he got mad and yelled at you, when you clearly didn't mean it.

you walked away and back to the living room and sat back down on the couch, where you remained for the rest of the night, your tears never ceasing. you were just trying to help, and show him you could be a good girlfriend and eventually wife, but instead you made him mad, and angry at you.

you spent a cold and lonely night on the couch, shivering from the cold that the knitted blanket couldn't block out, not wanting to anger Chris any further by joining him in the nice warm bed upstairs. just the thought of the bed made you eyes well up again, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to him.

eventually, you woke from a restless slumber, and your tears retuned when you remembered that Chris was still mad at you. you glanced over to the book that still laid chewed up on the counter, and decided to go and try to find him a new one.

you stood up and grabbed your wallet and car keys, before leaving the house with Dodger on a leash.

you drove into town and found the first bookstore you could find. you walked in, and your eyes lit up when you saw they had just gotten a new shipment of them. for $15 you could get the regular book, or for $25 you could get a signed copy with a bookmark. you thought about it for a moment, but decided to get the signed copy, even though it cost more.

you paid for the book, and made the quick drive home, hoping that the book would put Chris in a better mood, if his sleep hadn't.

but, when you walked in the door, you knew that wasn't the case. the door shut behind you, and Chris came barrelling into the room.

"where the fuck were you?" he demanded, and your eyes widened. "ive been calling your phone, only to find out that you left it here, while you left, with my dog, might I add, to god knows where! why the fuck wouldn't you tell me where you're going? do know how stupid and immature that is?" he yelled at you. you tried to will yourself not to cry, but it was useless. he stood in front of you, eyes dark and face red. to you, he looked terrifying, and you wanted nothing more for him to go back to the nice Chris you thought he was.

tears slipped down your cheeks as you handed him the bag and Dodgers leash.

"I-i'm sorry. I k-know how much that b-book meant to you, a-and I just wanted to r-replace it so y-you won't be angry w-w-ith me anymore. I-I got the s-signed one to-o. it comes w-with a book mark. here-s your d-dog." you said before running off trying not to cry even more.

you ran into the bathroom, and to the linen closet where you had your little hideout. you climbed in and shut the curtain behind you, and let the tears come. you could feel your headspace approaching but you pushed it away.

you'd upset Chris, and he probably hated you for what you did. you knew that the book you bought could never replace the original, but you thought he would have liked it. you took Dodger with you because he needed some fresh air, and he loved going into stores with you.

you just wanted to prove you could be a big girl! that's all! he was really mad at you last night, so you knew even if you were little, you wouldn't get the care that you needed, so you pushed through and remained big for him, but even that wasn't good enough.

you don't know how long you sat there and cried your little heart out, but soon you heard Chris entering the bathroom. he took a seat somewhere and started to speak to you.

"y/n, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you like I did. you didn't deserve that. you worked so hard on cleaning the house and I didn't even acknowledge it because I was focused on a book. I should've let it go when it happened because its a book. I was wrong. it can be replaced. the one you got me is so much better than the other one, and I love that you got it for me. I shouldn't have yelled at you. you're insanely sensitive, and you were probably already on the verge of tears when you came in the house, and me yelling at you was not the right thing to do. I could have asked you calmly where you were going, instead of getting angry." he explained. he waited to see if you would say anything, and when you didn't, he continued speaking.

"and I'm sorry for saying that Dodger was my dog. he's not. he's ours. you take such good care of him, and I know you were only entertaining him because I was still asleep, because your such a sweet girl. I'm so sorry baby." he said. you sniffled, and slowly crawled out.

you walked over to him, tears still pouring down your face, and leaned against him. he immediately embraced you, and rubbed your back as you cried.

"I didn't mean to make you mad!" you sobbed, and Chris shook his head.

"no baby. you didn't. I could never be mad at you for something like that. you're okay. i'm not mad, i'm not disappointed. you're not a crybaby, its okay to cry." he recited like he always did, squashing all your fears before they could even enter your head. he lifted your head to look in your red and swollen eyes.

"have you stopped crying since last night?" he asked, and you shrugged your shoulders.

"n-not really." you said, and Chris sighed sadly.

"c'mon. let's go back to bed for a little, it's still early." he said, and you followed him into the bedroom.

you drifted off less than a second after your head hit the pillow, and had a peaceful sleep knowing that Chris wasn't mad at you.

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happyocelot · 3 years

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Which ship had more development: SasuSaku or NaruHina?

Hmmm. Interesting question. I’ll write a long answer to this. Before I begin, though, I just want to say that I like both pairings, so I’m not going to bash one to elevate the other, as I feel that’s quite silly.

I think both pairings had good development, but at different times in the storyline, and their development is of different natures.

Many people in the fandom confuse interaction and development, but those things aren’t the same. A development is a perceptible change in the relationship from time A to time B, while an interaction is the number of times they, well, interact. To give an example, the relationship between Iruka and Naruto receives a ton of development within the first chapter of the manga. We go from Iruka resolving his feelings towards Naruto and acknowledging him, defending him, and letting him graduate, establishing himself as Naruto’s father figure, even if they have minimal interactions later on. That all happens, again, in just one chapter. It can even happen when the characters barely interact at all, as with Ebisu and Naruto, or Kankuro and Temari with Naruto. We need to apply this principle with SasuSaku and NaruHina too, and not obsess over who got the most panel-time or page-time, because that is not the definition of development.

Now onto the long rambling. SasuSaku is like a desert plant that had to weather a harsh sandstorm to fully grow, while NaruHina is more like a tree which grew huge over years of watering and warm, sunny weather.

Sakura, at the beginning of the manga, has a crush on Sasuke, although she doesn’t really know him very well, nor does he know her very well. Their relationship progresses when Sakura makes that unpleasant comment of Naruto being an orphan and doing whatever he wants. This annoys Sasuke, who is also an orphan. He tells off Sakura, who resolves to be kinder from then on. Sakura gets bashed for this a lot, but it is in fact a positive development, because she broadens her mind and outlook. The next development we get is during the bell test, when Sasuke and Sakura decide to break Kakashi’s rules and feed Naruto their lunch, demonstrating their teamwork.

So within the first few chapters, Sakura has gone from having a somewhat superficial understanding of Sasuke, to gaining a small bit of insight into his life (and Naruto’s life) as an orphan, and proving capable of collaborating together and producing the results that Kakashi desires in genin.

Next is the Land of Waves mission. They display good teamwork here again against Zabuza and Haku, but the biggest development here in their relationship is when Haku “kills” Sasuke. Sakura, significantly, demonstrates a deep understanding of their hard life as ninja; she says that according to the shinobi code of conduct, she should not cry.

She cries anyway.

Remember who else was a “crybaby ninja”? None other than Kakashi’s old teammate, Obito. Remember what Kakashi did when he got the Sharingan for the first time?

He cried. For the people who were precious to him.

At this point in time, we can’t classify her feelings towards Sasuke as something superficial anymore. He’s an important friend. That’s another significant development.

So far, we’ve talked about the development of Sakura’s feelings towards Sasuke, but what about the other way around? Let’s get to that.

We now enter the Chuunin Exams, which is full of SasuSaku development. Kakashi thinks they’re ready, even though they are rookies, something which strikes others like Iruka and Guy as odd (Guy, specifically, has waited a year before signing his kids up). People like to bash Sakura as a “useless fangirl” in Part 1, but it’s plainly foolish in light of Kakashi’s own opinion; he nominates them as a team, so he clearly finds her skills satisfactory.

Not Sasuke though. Sasuke tells her off again here, saying that she’s “worse than Naruto” and that she could train harder. This might seem negative at first glance, true. Sasuke is a blunt individual. But what’s significant here is that he believes in her potential. He wants her to do better. He thinks she can do better. He pushes her to be her best, in his own way. He’s invested in her development as a ninja. He also gives her credit where it’s due, when he says that her sense of genjutsu is the best on the team when Izumo and Kotetsu test them and the other genin. He isn’t indifferent to her, nor does he ignore her like some may think.

This isn’t a one-sided street either. In the Forest of Death, it’s Sakura’s turn to tell off Sasuke for wanting to run from Orochimaru. Here, she too, thinks he’s better than this. She calls him a coward. She pushes him to be his best too, in a way. She’s a far cry from being a “fangirl” by the Chuunin Exams.

The biggest moment in the Chuunin Exams is the “who hurt you?” scene. Here, we see that Sasuke cares enough to violently attack Zaku and break his arms, deeply disturbing Sakura, but most significantly, Sakura calms him down. She is the first person to understand the darkness within Sasuke, not even Naruto and Kakashi. Sakura is.

On top of this, during the Konoha Crush, when Gaara attacks Sasuke, Sakura is the one to defend him, standing in front of him, ready to give up her life, and Sasuke, in turn, wants Naruto to get her away from the fight when she’s outmatched, because he doesn’t want to lose anyone precious again. Here, we’re explicitly shown exactly what Sasuke thinks of her. The first confirmation of how much she means to him.

There are quite a few comedic moments in this part of the story, from Naruto and Sakura being ticked off at Kakashi’s lateness to Sakura being ticked off at Naruto and Sasuke’s stupid squabbling to all of them being freaked out by Guy’s giant eyebrows. There are also times when they brainstorm and plan on how to get their scroll in the second round of the exams. I’d just like to point these out because this pairing isn’t all angst and gloom, nor “one-sided crushes” as some say. They can laugh and have fun together and respect each other enough to consult the other for help.

Taking all these together, it’s no surprise that Sakura is the one to confront Sasuke as he is about to leave the village. It’s also no surprise that he doesn’t even try to harm her. He just says “thank you” and knocks her out.

Because there was something there. She meant something to him too.

So we can say that SasuSaku got a lot of development in Part 1.

In Part 2, Sasuke and Sakura are separated from each other for the most part, although they have several emotionally charged confrontations with each other. As he gets more and more consumed by rage and hate, he tries to sever his bonds with his teammates. Part 2 isn’t exactly SasuSaku development, but it’s more of Sakura, Naruto, and Kakashi trying to preserve what they have with Sasuke. It’s essentially arrested development because Sasuke isn’t moving on from the past, from Itachi and the Uchiha. He can’t move into the future.

After all, if he’s full of rage and hate, how can he allow love to grow in his heart? Though he tries to crush that part of himself, he doesn’t entirely succeed. Sasuke still remembers them, his old team, when Team Taka attacks Killer B and the jinchuuriki easily wipes the floor with them. That’s why he’s able to quench Amaterasu. It’s an interesting moment. They’re still precious to him.

SasuSaku finally receives resolution at the end of the war, when Sasuke learns to stop hating. It’s only when he stops hating that he can move on with his loved ones, the ones who never gave up on him, and the relationship can develop. The final parallel in Chapter 699 shows this; he says “thank you” to Sakura again. He doesn’t knock her out this time in the middle of the night, but instead gives her an affectionate poke on the forehead in the broad daylight. He might be leaving on a journey again, but it’s not to seek power, it’s to understand the bonds of love that hold the world together. He might be leaving, but he’ll always be back. To home. To Sakura. And Sarada, later on.

NaruHina, on the other hand, have parallel development. But because Naruto invests in building bonds with his loved ones, unlike Sasuke who was trying to burn those bridges, they get more and more mutual development in Part 2; it isn’t arrested, like SasuSaku, because Naruto was all about overcoming rage and hate in Part 2.

Unlike Sakura, Hinata is introduced slightly later on in the story, during the Chuunin Exams, not the Land of Waves mission, when Team 8, like Team 7, is nominated by their sensei even though they are all rookies. We are given Naruto’s impression of her: a shy, dark girl who looks away when he looks at her. It’s interesting the odd contrast this has with her name. Both her first and last name mean something like “sun direction” or “facing the sun,” but she is shy, hesitant, and hides herself away in these big, bulky clothes.

People like to say that Naruto doesn’t “notice” her, yet these claims are obviously faulty, because he clearly notices her enough to make these observations about her. It isn’t entirely a positive impression, but neither is it a completely negative one, like how he says he hates Sasuke in the beginning of the manga.

They’re seated together during the first round of the exams, and Hinata wishes him well on the test, which he seems to appreciate, although “he didn’t even notice her.” Hahaha, that will definitely change as the series goes on.

Moving onto the exam, she sees him struggling to answer the questions and offers to let him look at her answers. He refuses, saying that he’s an incredible ninja and doesn’t need to cheat, and that he doesn’t want her to get in trouble either. He also asks her why she wants to help him, and she says she doesn’t want him to disappear here.

These are all big, positive developments in their relationship. So now, Hinata has developed from a shy, dark person to one who is nice enough to let him look at her answers, and one of the few people who “don’t want him to disappear.” A completely sincere and earnest person as Naruto understands, because he can’t believe that she would want him to get in trouble, and thinks Kiba put her up to it (of course he’s totally wrong there; she did it of her own free will, as she would later say when Pain attacks Konoha).

They are given very heavy parallels and development in the Chuunin Exams. Just like Naruto, Hinata has been disdained and has not received acknowledgement from her clan because she’s too weak. Other people are better than her in the ninja arts, people such as her cousin Neji and little sister Hanabi, who as her name indicates, is revealed to be a sparkly firecracker in the Last movie, unlike the shy, gentle Hinata. Her father declares her superfluous to the Hyuuga, and tells Kurenai that he’s unbothered by the thought of her being in life-threatening situations. Where Naruto doesn’t have a family, Hinata’s family has stifled her and tried to crush her spirit. It’s no wonder that she’s dark, hesitant, and hides away in those big, bulky clothes, so unlike her name.

Naruto can’t stand the idea of Neji browbeating her in their match, nor can she handle Kiba mocking Naruto in their match. Where Hinata thinks in her mind that she wants to cheer Naruto on, Naruto openly cheers her on and tells her that it hurts to watch. They are the first to believe in each other, not even their teammates.

Naruto’s belief in her spurs her on to continue fighting past the point of defeat. She adopts the same ninja way as him, and though she doesn’t win the match, she’s changed, just a little. Naruto, by this point, is enraged by Neji’s treatment of her and swears on her blood that he’ll defeat Neji.

Later, when he feels jittery at the thought of facing Neji, she’s the one who encourages him; she admires that though he fails and fails, he always gets back up. In her mind, that’s true strength. She gets an intense feeling in her heart.

This gives him the courage to face Neji, and it should be pointed out that he defeats Neji, in part, for her. He looks for her after the match is over, wondering if she saw him. A far cry from “I didn’t even notice her.” In a sense, Neji, true to his name, is a screw who connects them together.

Those are such great parallels and development. Hinata, when she keeps failing and failing and stands up in her match against Neji, she’s just like Naruto. When Naruto is hesitant and filled with self-doubt, he’s just like the old Hinata. And when Hinata encourages him and points out his true strength, he gets the strength to overcome his shortcomings, just like the new Hinata. They have a positive feedback loop.

Their development continues in Part 2, when Hinata sees him for the first time in three years and freaks out over what to say to him. Naruto seeks her out and asks why she’s “hiding.” Again, a far cry from “I didn’t even notice her,” and a bit of foreshadowing, when she finally stops hiding and honestly tells him her feelings later on. Of course, at this moment, she’s too overwhelmed and faints in shock, giving us some humor with Naruto completely oblivious as to why she acted that way; they have light moments as well as heavy, just like SasuSaku.

We get some interactions during the time when Team 7 and Team 8 search for Itachi, where Hinata seems completely unbothered by the fact that Naruto is a jinchuuriki, and demonstrates just how much her skills have improved since Part 1, when she analyzes how Kabuto’s body has been taken over by Orochimaru’s cells and sees the flames of Amaterasu from miles away, but the biggest developments they have are during Pain’s attack and the Fourth Ninja War.

She steps in when Naruto is pinned to the ground by Pain and finally stops hiding and shows her true strength. All this time, she’s been looking at Naruto’s back, chasing after him, wanting to be with him, but now the tables have turned. He’s literally looking at her back, and while he’s shocked at her resolve to fight, she’s calm and does so of her own will. A lot of translations have her say she’s “selfish,” but the word she uses is “hitoriyogari,” which is more accurately “self-satisfaction.” As in, she’s doing this for her own self, to change her own self, for her own self-satisfaction, a theme which goes back to her fight with Neji, when she also resolves to change herself. This is a build-up of that.

This is also why I hate when people say “her personality revolves around Naruto,” because yes, while she does love him, what she’s doing here is changing herself, for herself, for her own self-satisfaction. Her own development and growth. She wants to be a person she can like. Not the old Hinata who always used to give up. Now she won’t give up even though she knows she’ll never defeat Pain. She owes that to Naruto and to herself. She finally embodies her name, “facing the sun.”

When Pain attacks her, Naruto goes completely berserk and gives up all control to the Kyuubi. “Destroy everything,” the fox says. “Give your heart to me, and I’ll save you from your suffering.” Seeing Hinata attacked and almost dying caused him that much suffering and pain. Why? Because he loves her too. He doesn’t tell us, but he shows us with his actions. Seeing Hinata attacked, in my view, was like seeing himself attacked. They are parallels and share the same philosophy and ninja way. They’re almost reflections of each other. You could say that now she is the one who gives him an intense feeling in his heart, just as he did for her.

Their next moments of development are in the war, when they’re constantly saving each other from despair and pain.

When Hinata is fighting the White Zetsu, and lapses into her brief self-doubt, thinking she’s useless, Naruto shows up, says everything’s okay, and seemingly reads her mind, telling her not to get so down on herself, and that she’s strong. He throws her own words from the Chuunin Exams back at her.

When Neji dies, and Naruto lapses into despair, Hinata’s the one who slaps sense back into him, reminding him of their shared ninja way, throwing his own words from the Chuunin Exams back at him.

She resolves to stop running and finally stand by his side, holding his hand. Well, he beats her to the punch, when he holds her hand, thanks her, and says it’s all because of her being by his side. Hinata once again starts doubting she could execute the Sixty-Four Palms, then remembers Neji and Naruto’s words of encouragement, and not only succeeds, but improves the technique by combining it with her Twin Lion Fists. Supporting each other, even when they’re not physically present.

They’re connected across long distances, and both are terrified when something happens to the other; Hinata, rushing towards him when his heartbeat grows weaker and weaker (a parallel to the Chuunin Exams, when he’s terrified when her heartbeat goes weaker and weaker). Naruto, rushing towards Hinata, when she’s caught in the Infinite Tsukuyomi and calls out to him for help. A positive feedback loop.

They get their resolution at the end of the series too, when they stand together, side by side forever, with the one who’s always believed in them. They’re twin suns, just as Minato and Kushina were described, and whom they closely parallel.

Okay, I’ll stop now. I hope I’ve demonstrated that both have good development, though of different kinds.

#sasukefanpage #asks #sasusaku #naruhina #i took a long time to write this #edited to include some more stuff i forgot to add before

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whumperooni · 4 years

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Little Omega being distressed so her Aloha rubs herself all over her to cover her in his scent before fucking her for hours and knotting her over and over so she forgets everything that makes her feel bad, imma let you choose which character fits the scenario I trust you

ty ty ty for your trust nonny ♡♡♡

sorry i took so long getting to this! it’s a little short, but I hope it’s okay!

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

Tags/Warnings: a/b/o, knotting, crybaby reader, somft

Word count: 1.1k

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It’s been a bad day. A really, really bad day. So bad that you exploded into tears whenever you got home. So bad that hiccuping sobs had you shaking as you curled up into bed, hugged a pillow to your chest.

Nothing went right today. Nothing has gone right all week, actually. It’s been so awful and you’ve tried to keep your head up, but being yelled at by your boss and being humiliated in front of your peers finally broke you and now you can’t do anything more than sniffle and whimper, cry like a pathetic little thing.

You’re still crying by the time your alpha gets home- still bawling like a child whenever he strolls into the apartment and calls out your name. You try to compose yourself- you really do- but even with your efforts you can’t stop and your alpha wanders into the bedroom to find tears streaming down your cheeks, distress and upset radiating off of you in thick waves.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

Everything is wrong, but you can’t get it out- all you can do is hiccup out a sob as your alpha approaches, whine and throw yourself on him when he gets close enough for you to do so.

“Baby?”

You sniffle and you burrow your head into his broad chest, spill tears all over his sweatshirt. Having him so close means you’re engulfed in his scent and that helps a little, at least- your shoulders still shake and your lips still tremble, but your crying slows as you inhale the scent of cloves and musk, leather and the slight hint of metal he carries.

“Alpha!”

Large arms wrap around you and lips find your hair, a hand slips down until scarred fingers can find your chin and tilt your wet face up.

You can’t quite see him through your blurry gaze- tears obscure your vision and leave it almost useless, block out nearly everything but the concerned crimson that peers down at you.

“Did my baby have a bad day?” Kirishima asks- worry in the question, scent strong as he hugs you tighter to his chest.

You nod and you manage to warble out a pathetic little “uhhuh” and Kirishima frowns- deep enough that you can see it despite the tears in your eyes.

He climbs onto the bed and pulls you right back against his chest, starts to scent over you heavily in an attempt to calm you down.

It works- it always works- and soon enough you’re just sniffling against him, curling your fingers into his shirt as you let out soft, upset whimpers.

“What happened, baby?” he asks, coaxes. “Tell alpha all about it.”

And you do- the words come pouring out in a babble.

You tell him about your boss and the way he had screamed at you for a simple mistake. You tell him about the new coworker that’s been a bit too handsy with you. You tell him about how you spilled coffee all over your new dress and you tell him about how you were shoved to the ground by a mean alpha.

You tell him everything and Kirishima listens quietly, holds you closer whenever you sniffle and pets over your hair with a loving hand.

“My poor little omega,” he murmurs whenever you finally finish spilling out every little injustice of the week. “You’ve had such a bad week. Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Didn’t- didn’t want to bother you,” you whine out. “Didn’t want to worry alpha.”

A huff sounds and Kirishima starts to scent over you again, rubs his hand over your back as he does.

“You never bother me,” he tells you. “Never. You shoulda told me about everything earlier, sweetheart.”

“I- I’m sorry...”

Kirishima shushes you and he lets you nuzzle into him, presses kisses to your hair whenever another sniffle escapes you.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he says, voice soft and sincere. “Just let me make it better, kay? Alpha will make you forget all about your bad week.”

Make you forget? Oh, you want that- you want that so bad.

You nod and he hums, strokes over your hair once more before doting a kiss upon you.

“Lay back, baby.”

You obey him and lay back onto the bed, bite your lip as he runs adoring eyes over you. The touch to your thigh has you squirming, just a bit, but you still whenever he rubs it, whenever he runs his rough hand up high and pushes your shirt over your hips.

“Just sit back and relax,” he tells you. “Alpha’s gonna take care of you.”

And he does. He eats you out until you’re mewling and creaming on his face, fingers you until you’re almost dizzy with the pleasure his thick fingers bring. The way his cock fills you dashes away the stress of the week and the way he has you so easily coming on his dick has eradicates all the bad memories that had you sobbing before.

“Al- Alpha!”

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.”

He really does.

He has you as he pushes his fat knot into you and he has you as you’re trembling and whining. He has you as he fills you and he holds you so very close- big arms wrapped around your body and his hips grinding against you, fucking his cum deep inside as you mewl and clench around his cock.

He grinds into you as you fall apart underneath him and he fucks you again when his knot goes down, repeats the process again and again until you’re a limp, soft mess that can’t think, can’t do anything besides whimper out soft sounds of pleasure, until you’re so blissed out that all you can do is cum and ruin the sheets with your slick, until you’re so lost in the haze that you can’t keep your eyes open.

He takes care of you and he does as he promised- he erases the bad week from your mind and he fucks you until everything but him is gone, until all you can focus on is his cock and his scent and the way you’re so very full.

When he’s finally done, Kirishima gathers you in his arms and deposits you on the couch, lets you snooze away as he changes the sheets and cleans off the cum clinging to your cunt, the drool dried on your chin.

You don’t wake as he carries you to bed and you only sigh when he curls himself around you, nestle against him with a smile as he scents over your sleeping form.

Your dreams that night are soft and hazy- sweet and beautiful. You smile as your dream, so happy, and all you can do the next day is drift about in a pleasant little fog- your alpha’s scent clinging to you and the feeling of everything being okay keeping you buoyant even with the tiny bits of trouble and stress that try to trip you up.

#kirishima x reader #rooni's shit #Anonymous #i had this queue'd for later but fuck it #it's somft time

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rfaromance · 4 years

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“you think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me?" + suit saeran being taken care of? 😳

“You think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me?”

Fire in his eyes.

Fire in his voice.

Fire in his hand, as pain seared through the sliced flesh and blood began to ooze out, dripping onto the pastel pink floor.

“Y-you’re b-b-bleeding,” MC protested immediately, and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t keep her words from shaking. Was it the blood that disoriented her, or was she afraid of the display of rage that caused it?

“You useless airhead!” Suit snarled as he barged into the room, throwing the door open with such vigor that it smacked against the wall. “You can’t even do your stupid job properly!” He stomped right up to her and lifted her up by the collar, his gaze wild and uncontrolled as he tightened his grip, tighter, tighter....

“But I can’t kill you, or my Savior will punish me,” he muttered bitterly as he let her go. “You’re my toy,” he hissed. “I should get to decide what I do with you.” He began to pace in irritation around the room, ignoring MC as she coughed and spluttered on the floor. “You airhead. You don’t even know how strong I am and how powerless you are.”

Suddenly he stopped beside a vase of flowers, a bouquet of wilted blooms that reflected his somber mood. As he stared at them, they filled him with an inexplicable rush of fury. “You’re a weakling, holding onto a gift from that stupid, pathetic Ray!” he growled, and before MC could stop him, he slammed his fist against the vase, shattering it into pieces through sheer force.

Water, blood, and dried-out petals slid onto the floor as Saeran cried out in agony, clutching his wounded hand.

“Let me help you,” MC gasped, rising to her feet immediately.

Her concern only seemed to further infuriate him.

“I don’t need your help,” he muttered bitterly, but judging from the way he winced as he moved, trying to shake his hand clear of the pain, MC could tell that he was just putting up a front.

‘Even now,’ she thought pitifully, ‘he’s trying to prove his strength.’

“You’re injured,” MC stated flatly, and she walked over to the bed to pull one of the cotton pillowcases off her pillows. “If your hand is hurt, you can’t hack.”

That declaration managed to catch his attention. He began cursing under his breath as he tried to draw out shards of glass, occasionally groaning and hissing as he drew out longer or more jagged pieces.

“Don’t do that,” MC chided him as she approached with the pillowcase. “If you use your bare hands, you’ll just end up cutting your fingers up next.” She wrapped the pillowcase around her hands and hesitantly reached out for Saeran’s injury. “You have to put something between yourself and the glass.”

“Don’t talk as if you know anything,” Saeran grumbled, but reluctantly he extended his arm and let MC scrutinize his injury. “You’re an airhead. This will probably just make it worse.”

MC narrowed her eyes as she looked over the scrape on his hand; it was deeper than she expected. “Well, I think that’s a risk we’re willing to take.”

“We?” Saeran scoffed. “Do you mean your crybaby Ray? He’s dead and gone, and I--”

“I mean you, Saeran,” MC told him, and she flinched as he raised his other hand high above his head and balled it into a fist.

But then he slowly lowered it, as if he had changed his mind. “You’re a fool,” he growled. “Be quick about it. I’m sure my Savior needs me to get back to hacking into the RFA messenger... especially after you nearly blurted out all of our secrets, you idiot.”

“Yes, yes,” MC murmured absent-mindedly, as she plucked out another sliver of glass. “I hope that’s all of them,” she muttered. “Go get first aid, Saeran. You’re too important to be injured.”

“Damn straight I am,” he huffed. “But don’t tell me what to do.”

“Before you go,” MC began tentatively, “we should stop the bleeding.”

“And how do you suppose you--” He stopped in his tracks as he watched MC begin to lift up her shirt. “What are you doing, you dunce?!”

“I’m getting fabric to tie around your hand,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Hold on a second--”

“N-no, I’m fine!” he hissed, and for the first time, MC thought he sounded... frantic. Not in his usual manic way, but in a... flustered way. “Go get a pillowcase or something!”

MC dropped the hem of her shirt and nodded slowly. “Oh. That’s a good idea.”

“You’re so useless,” Saeran muttered, and he watched MC’s movements like a hawk as she trotted over to the bed to fetch another pale pink pillowcase. “No wonder Ray liked you. You’re the same.”

MC fought the urge to roll her eyes as she wrapped Saeran’s hand up in the pillowcase and tied a knot in the fabric, securing it into place. “You’d better hurry before it gets infected.”

“I know what to do,” he huffed, and he spun on his heel as he headed back to her bedroom entrance. He stopped suddenly before opening the door, though, and slowly he turned his head to cast her a shy minty glance. “But uh... Thank you,” he mumbled. “For... entertaining me.”

That night, one of the believers brought MC a bowl of rice.

#suit saeran #saeran choi #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mc x saeran #fanfiction #mm fanfic

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ranissupercool · 4 years

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Bitch

Fandom: Danganronpa Characters: Mikan Tsumiki, Hiyoko Saionji Relationships: Hiyomikan Rating: Teen and up Word Count: 2,346 Summary: Hiyoko is Hiyoko, and Mikan is happy with that.

Some fluff I wrote while drunk. The Hiyoko/Mikan can be taken romantically or platonically, but it's portrayed as a friendship in this fic

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“Give me one half-decent reason why I shouldn’t stomp you six feet into the ground right now, you sneaky little rotten pig bitch.”

“B-B-Because I’m s-sorry…?”

Yeah… Hiyoko was mad. Understandably mad, but also scarily mad. This wasn’t what Mikan had been going for.

“A ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna cut it for secretly drugging me, idiot!”

“E-Eek… B-But you keep telling me to f-fight fire with fire, a-and you drugged the whole class that one time…”

“I… Okay yeah, I did do that,” Hiyoko muttered, unable to refute Mikan’s reasoning. “B-But inviting me over just to drug me with aphrodisiac is super shady and totally makes you look like a creep. I was just doing it to be funny!”

Mikan sighed. She really couldn’t win with this girl, could she? Not that she was exactly wrong, either…

“Hmph… You really are useless. I tell you to stand up for yourself and this is the thanks I get?” To be fair, Hiyoko was one of her bullies too. She knew that damn well, Mikan was certain.

Still, all she could bring herself to do was poke meekly her fingers together and apologize. She knew Hiyoko hated when she did that, but what else could she do?

“Ugh, whatever. At least I still have more self-control than you did when you got drugged. Heh, you remember that? How you were seriously about to use Peko’s sword as a--”

“I-I remember! I remember, s-so you don’t have to s-say it… Ugh… B-Besides, I-I used a low dosage…”

Still, despite Hiyoko trying to act like it was nothing, Mikan could clearly see that it was taking effect. Her face was flushed, she kept trying to fan herself… and she kept strangely shifting and rubbing her legs against each other. Seeing Hiyoko in such a state was rather odd… Should Mikan feel bad? She knew Hiyoko wouldn’t, were she in Mikan’s position, but--

“Geez, whatever. A-And stop staring,” Hiyoko huffed. Ah, Mikan had been caught… “It makes me think maybe you did do this to perv on me. Damn lolicon…”

“A-Ah, I r-really didn’t… S-- Sorry. I, um… To make it up to you, what do you want me to do? Strip? Or you could draw something on me… O-Or I guess hit me, if you really wanted…” It wasn’t as if Mikan necessarily wanted her to do any of those things, but if it made Hiyoko less mad… Gah, and here she was trying to get back at Hiyoko for once. Yet, now she was only submitting again, wasn’t she?

“Ugh, none of that, you weirdo masochist! Why do I even bother with someone like you…”

“Th-That’s what I’d like to know…”

Ah. Crap. Hiyoko was giving her a rather dirty look now. Was that bad to say? It was the truth, but--

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You’re so pathetic it drives me nuts! How the hell are you expecting to survive after high school like that?”

“E-Eep…”

“Ugh… Whatever.” Hiyoko, already seeming exasperated with Mikan, let out another huffy sigh. “I guess I can at least give you credit for trying… even if I totally want to twist you up right now.”

“I-Into a crybaby pretzel!?”

“Hey, you remember! Guess you have more than half a brain cell in that dumb head of yours after all!”

“O-Oh, um… I-I try…” Mikan couldn’t help blushing lightly, even knowing that wasn’t at all a compliment. “B-By the way, are you… feeling okay? If you want, y-you can go back to your room and… y’know... I-It might make you feel better…”

“What? Are you seriously suggesting I do something so gross!?”

“I-It’s not really that gross! I-It’s… healthy…”

“Oh, I’m sure you’d know, wouldn’t you?”

“...W-Well actually, as the Super High School Level Health Committee Member… Y-Yes…”

Hiyoko rolled her eyes and flopped onto Mikan’s bed, startling her and causing her to instinctively back off to the furthest corner of said bed. “Whateverrr. I’m not doing that. You asked what you can do to make up for this, right? Keep me company and distract me ‘til it wears off.”

“Huh? Y-You want me to… talk to you?”

“Well yeah, no way I’m going to anyone else like this! Unless you’d rather I distract myself by twisting you up…”

“Eep! N-No, talking is fine! I-I just… ah, I usually memorize conversation topics for these kinds of situations, but I always get nervous and forget them…”

“God, you’re such a nerd. Maybe I should just sleep this off instead, so I don’t have to listen to your whining…”

“A-Ah, no, I… u-uh…” Mikan stuttered helplessly, racking her brain for something to talk about that Hiyoko might find remotely interesting. Unfortunately, it took her too long, Hiyoko having somehow already fallen asleep before she could think of anything to say. That aphrodisiac really mustn’t’ve bothered her very much, even despite the earlier signs…

...As anxious as Mikan may have been about being a boring host, maybe this was for the best. Hiyoko was a lot less scary when she was sleeping. In fact, if anything, she was kind of cute…

Was that creepy? That was totally creepy, wasn’t it? Mikan let out a helpless little whine for no one to hear, laying on the bed next to Hiyoko-- softly, so as not to wake her. Hiyoko was a bit of a light sleeper, and she did not like getting abruptly woken.

What was she supposed to do while Hiyoko was sleeping, though? She couldn’t just leave her there, alone. That would be rude and also dangerous, considering the mischief Hiyoko would surely get up to if left by herself to root through Mikan’s things. Maybe she could read a book…

That thought was cut short when Hiyoko began lightly clutching onto Mikan’s arm, muttering something incomprehensible. Well, now she was trapped…

...Hiyoko’s body sure was warm. And honestly, the clinging wasn’t too uncomfortable. Hard to believe this girl was capable of inflicting so much pain onto someone.

But, hey. She wasn’t all bad. Although her methods were unorthodox, she did try to inspire confidence in Mikan. While she didn’t get it at first, now that she understood, she really had to appreciate the rude, harsh girl now sleeping peacefully next to her.

She wouldn’t have dared try and drug her, otherwise.

“Wha-- You fell again !? God, you’re useless!”

“I-I’m sorry…! I’m r-really trying my best…”

“Like hell you are! Geez, I should’ve just let you clean the classroom by yourself and left with Mahiru, but no, she insisted I stay here and help… You better be grateful to her. If it weren’t for Mahiru being so generous and nice, there’s no way I’d cut a stupid bitch like you any slack.”

“Y-You’re not even helping anyways… You’re just watching…”

A pretty normal day, with Hiyoko acting the same as always. Not only that, but Mikan was forced into cleaning duty with her…

Well, ‘forced’ may have indeed been the case, but she didn’t mind. She’d been gradually getting used to Hiyoko over the past couple of years, amazed that the other hadn’t gotten bored of her by this point. Surely, she thought, if Hiyoko hadn’t gotten bored of bullying her, that meant she had to care in some way.

Er, maybe. It was, admittedly, hard to tell with her. Still, the attention was nice, and Hiyoko honestly didn’t do anything too horrible or gross, despite her insults and her threats. She may have been scary, but Mikan still preferred being with her over many of the people in their class.

She was… comfortable with how things were between them.

“And?” Hiyoko sneered. “Did you actually think I was gonna help? That isn’t stupid; that’s just delusional.”

“A-Ah… I guess you’re right…” Mikan sighed, resigned as always, and pushed herself off of the floor before picking up her fallen broom. “But, I mean… i-if you really don’t wanna be here, there’s no one to force you to stay… s-since Mahiru and Miss Yukizome left a while ago.”

“...Geez… Even when we’re alone…”

“H-Hm? I-I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that…?”

Hiyoko narrowed her eyes at Mikan, causing her to let out a small squeak and mutter another apology. “That. That’s exactly it. Even when it’s just the two of us, you don’t do anything . Are you some kind of masochist? Is that why you let everyone walk all over you?”

“Wh-What?” This was… new. Not exactly the questions being asked of her, but the tone Hiyoko took… “U-Um, no…?”

“Then why!? No matter what I do, you complain but still let it happen. It’s ridiculous!”

“You… m-make it sound like you want me to fight back…”

“No shit. You couldn’t even tell that much? Talk about pathetic…” Hiyoko scoffed, but Mikan still didn’t quite understand what was happening, so she could only stare quietly at Hiyoko. “...God, you really had no idea. You’re so… geh.”

“Geh?”

”You’re so disgustingly pathetic it grosses me out to watch. People feel bad for you, sure, but with the way you act, they’re still too weirded out to get close to you. There’s no way you haven’t noticed that, right?”

“That’s… j-just because I’m not very likeable, right? That’s the only--”

“It’s totally on purpose! I just don’t get why… All I do know is that if you were in my position, you’d be long dead by now.”

Mikan… didn’t know what Hiyoko meant by that. She sounded incredibly serious, though. “W-Well… I’m going to be honest in that I don’t… fully understand what you’re getting at. But if you want to know the reason I let people be mean to me, i-it’s probably just because I am that pathetic. I’m n-not any good at defending my--”

“I know damn well you can defend yourself. Maybe not against everyone, but me? You totally can; you just don’t. I’ve never even seen you try to stand up for yourself against anyone before. What, have you just… given up? Is that it?”

“I g-guess that’s not exactly wrong… Um… Trying to stand up for myself has never really done me any good before. So… I don’t. B-Besides, if I did, you might…”

“What? What could I do to you that could possibly be worse than what I already do?”

Mikan wasn’t sure how this would go over with Hiyoko, but she also wasn’t sure if she would ever get to see Hiyoko being so upfront with her again, so she might as well admit it. “...I-If I deter you from being mean to me, you might get bored and start ignoring me…”

“Seriously? Isn’t that still ten times better than getting insulted and hit and stuff all the time?”

“I-I don’t really think so…”

“...I think I’m starting to see why I haven’t been able to provoke you into fighting back so far…”

Was… that really what Hiyoko had been doing? This whole time? No, it definitely wasn’t that at first… but… maybe over time, Hiyoko had grown to be concerned for her? Mikan really wanted to know, but she couldn’t be sure without asking Hiyoko herself. “Um, do you… maybe… not… hate me?”

Hiyoko stared at Mikan for some time, perhaps trying to read Mikan the same way she was trying to understand Hiyoko.

Then, she sighed. “You really are an idiot.”

“Nrgh… Mikan…”

Mikan slowly opened her eyes. Right, she was still in her room, in bed, with…

“ Mikan! ”

A tiny hand roughly pushed against one of her boobs, and she realized her position had changed since she last remembered. She was hugging Hiyoko to her chest, arms and legs practically clinging to the girl… When did that happen?

Hell, what time was it?

“S-- Sorry…” She let go of Hiyoko, who immediately sat up.

“Jesus, what was that supposed to be? Were you trying to suffocate me or something!?”

“Wh-What? No, I…” Mikan sat up herself, glancing to the digital clock by her bed. 8 PM… it had been a few hours since Hiyoko went to sleep, so that must have meant… “I-I think I fell asleep after you did. Whoops…”

“Geez… Weirdo.”

“A-Anyways, how do you feel? Did the aphrodisiac wear off?”

“Must’ve. I’m not feeling anything.”

“Ah, that’s good…”

“Good? I don’t think you quite get the point of getting me back with the drug… Whatever. It’s a start, I guess.”

Mikan perked up a bit, leaning slightly closer to Hiyoko. “A start? Um… D-Does that mean I did something good?”

“Geez, you’re not supposed to expect praise from your bullies! Anyone else would get mad!”

“E-Eh? But… You did earlier, but you don’t seem very mad now. You were so good at acting like you hated me for two years… Why not right now?”

“Well… b-because clearly, you don’t learn anything unless I tell you when you’ve done something right. So… good job… I guess.“

Mikan couldn’t help it. She smiled-- giggled, even-- but her eyes also watered and watered ‘til they spilled over with tears. She was happy, yet--

“Wh-What the-- You still can’t take one nice thing being said to you without crying!?”

“S-Sorry, I can’t help it… I told you before that--”

“I know, I know… Trust me, Mikan, we’ve both had shitty pasts. And… I get it, sorta. But if you panic or cry whenever someone’s nice to you, you’re gonna scare them off. So, uh… work on that.”

“I-I’ll try.”

“Good. Also, stop apologizing for everything. It’s annoying.”

“C-Can’t make any promises on that one…”

“Huh? Did some useless pig just try to talk back to me? Did you forget who’s in charge here? Just because I’m trying to help you out here doesn’t mean I’m not totally willing to twist you up into a dumb little crybaby pretzel.”

Oddly… that just made Mikan laugh. “I’m not a useless pig… Hiyoko, you bitch.”

“Hey, that’s my word. Next assignment is to think of an insult without plagiarizing me. Bitch.”

“No… I think I’m still going to call you a bitch. Bitch.”

Hiyoko snorted. “...Maybe you are getting better at this.”

#danganronpa #saionji hiyoko #tsumiki mikan #hiyomikan #fanfiction #ranfic #is that even their ship name?? god the ship names in dr are confusing

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lovely-angst · 6 years

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can you do bakugou saying some really hurtful things to his s/o while he’s angry for some reason but he didn’t know his s/o was going through some tough things with their family and something bad happens to them? dead/missing etc.

I was in the mood for fluff, but then I saw this :^)

you brought this upon yourself

“You’re such an idiot! You can never do anything right can you (Name)?” Your mom insults as she shakes her disappointed head at you. Looking up at her as you sat on your knees, you tried to explain yourself but it added fuel to her anger instead.

“Just be quiet! You’re just a disgrace to our family; our hero name!” Gasping, your brows furrowed in shock as you stared up at your mother. Leaving the room, you watched as your mother disappeared into your bedroom before coming back out and tossing a large bag into your face.

“Leave, I don’t want you here.” The coldness in her tone washed the color out of her face as you stared at your items that were stuffed into the bag. Shakily, you stood up with the bag in your hands and walked towards the door to put your shoes on.

“Mom I-” you start but before you could finish, the door slams infront of your face. Letting out a heavy sigh, you walk towards the only place you knew could help; your boyfriend Bakugou.

“Why-” he started upon seeing you in tears at his front door. “Why are you crying?” Sobbing loudly, you fall into his chest as he stares down at you completely confused. Letting out a sigh, he brings you into his house to try and figure out the root of the problem.

An hour passed and all you had done was cry your eyes out. Bakugou watched awkwardly from the side because he didn’t know how to console you at times like this. Food usually worked, but you kept rejecting everything he offered.

Staring up at the ceiling, you tried recollecting your thoughts to calm yourself down from your crying fest. Turning your head to the side, you see Bakugou’s trophies on the coffee table; it looked like he was starting to polish them. You smiled gently to yourself, ‘he’s worked so hard.’

Sitting up, you stretch on the couch while rubbing your eyes before focusing on the male in the kitchen. He leaned against the counter as he waited for the tea. “Let me help you,” You say as you walk over to the kitchen to give him a hand.

“Sorry I was being such a crybaby this past hour,” You start as you place the tea on a small tray. “I was just having a tough day,” Bakugou watches you as you finish placing the tea on the tray before picking it up with one hand.

“(Name), you don’t need to help, I got it,” he tries but you shake your head at him. “You helped me enough today, let me just do this for you,” Walking over towards the couch.

“Wait, (Name)!” Before you could process his words, your foot hits the edge of the coffee table causing you to trip, spilling the tea all over his awards. The teacups smash all over the wooden floor as you fell on his trophies, pushing some off the table.

Pulling yourself up, your eyes widen to the mess you made and guilt immediately eats you up. Turning around to Bakugou, you were expecting to see him furious but instead, your blood runs cold.

He showed no emotion. His red eyes glanced around at the mess before his eyes locked with your causing you to jump.

“Katsuki, it was an accident.. I’ll clean this up right away, I’m-” Bakugou cuts you off when he shoves you to the side before bending down the check on his awards. “Just get out of my way,” He says with a low tone.

Picking up the broken pieces of the trophies, Bakugou set them onto the table with a sigh, “Even a child would have been more cautious. Do you ever think before you do something? You can’t do anything right can you?” Bakugou says without looking back at you.

“Katsuki, I didn’t mean it. I know I should’ve been more-”

“Just get out of here before you break more things,” He growls, half turned to glare at you from the corner of his eyes. Your lips quiver and you grab your bag before running out of the house in tears again.

Walking around town with the only items you had left, your mind kept replaying the memories of what happened to you. What luck you had right? It seemed like the world hated you.

Hero classes were not looking too bright for you, failing some courses and having to retake them in order to advance. It was a strong quirk, you just have yet to learn how to control it better.

Being lost in thought, a raindrop on your cheek brings you back to reality as you look up at the crying sky. What are the odds that it would rain on the worst day of your life?

Carrying your heavy feet to the nearest shelter you could find, you sat down on the curb and finally broke down.

It didn’t matter that strangers were staring. Nothing mattered anymore. You had nobody. You had nothing. Nobody cared anymore. You became a failure to everyone.

“You didn’t become a failure to everybody,” a voice says beside you and your head snaps up. Turning your head to the side, your eyes widened and your hand shot up. But before you could use your quirk, he grabbed your wrist with a sly smile. “Tough day huh?”

“Sh-Shigaraki Tomura..” You whisper out and he smiles. “Oh, you know who I am?” You tried pulling your wrist back, but he grips it tighter, making sure not to use all five of his fingers. “You know (Name), we’d love to have you join us.”

Your struggling stops and you look up at him, his blue hair covering his eyes that stared into your own. “Join who?” you ask cautiously before he leans closer. “The league of villains of course.”

“But why?” Shigaraki lets go of your wrist before standing up. “You have nowhere to go. We’ll take you in; we won’t leave you because you won’t be a failure to us.” Standing up, you hesitate to answer.

“B-but I’m a hero! I’m supposed to be defeating you villains!” You shout confused at your own thoughts. This is wrong. I’m a hero. “Heroes only care about themselves. Isn’t that what your boyfriend Bakugou Katsuki is all about? Being number one?”

Upon hearing his name, you gasped. “He’s working hard to become the top hero!” Turning around, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Isn’t that the reason why you’re here? He kicked you out.”

“H-How do you know this?”

“I want you to join the League of Villains, it’s that simple.” He tries again and you look down at your shoes, eyebrows arching from your conflictions. “Us villains work together. We’ll help you and raise you.”

Looking up at him from your lashes, you glance back down at the floor sadly before nodding at him. “I’ll join..”

Letting out a chuckle, purple large warp portals appear beside the two of you before you suddenly get pulled in. Falling onto the ground of an unfamiliar place you look up to be surrounded by many villains that you had been practicing to fight against.

“Welcome to the League of Villains,” Shigaraki says behind you as you gulp nervously. There was no turning back.

Staring at your desk, Bakugou frowned angrily as he crossed his arms. It had been two weeks since the incident at his house and he had not seen or heard of you since.

He had contacted your family about your disappearance and unfortunately, he received no good news.

“You kicked her out?” Bakugou repeated as your mother lets out a sigh. “It might’ve been too much on my end too, but she always stresses me out from all the mistakes she makes.” Bakugou furrows his brows as he stares at the tea in his hands.

“She left and I never heard from her again. I don’t know where she’s at or how she is.” Setting his tea down, Bakugou sighed. Where in the world were you? Every time he thought of you guilt eats at him; how he yelled at you and pushed you to the point where you ran away.

It was because of him you were gone. You came to him because you needed help but he had to go ahead and yell at you. Now you were missing and no one knows anything about your whereabouts.

Staring down at his large hands, Bakugou missed you. If only he could turn back time to fix everything and be a better boyfriend to you.

It was hero training day and everyone was suited up in their costumes as they prepared to train in Ground Beta, a more urban type of area. Walking around carefully until he heard a loud explosion in the air.

“What the-” Out of nowhere, a body was thrown right passed Bakugou and slamming into a building before falling onto the ground. Running to check on them, he found Asui on the ground in pain.

What was going on? This wasn’t apart of the training.

“Bakugou!” Hearing his voice being shouted, Bakugou turned around to Kirishima who was running at him. “Villains have broken into Ground Beta, we have to be on lookout while the pro heroes come,”

Villains?

Just as Kirishima opened his mouth to speak again, a bubble enveloped him before he was slammed against a building just like what had happened to Asui. “Kirishima!”

Bakugou’s eyes widened in realization when he processed the quirk. He knew that quirk.

It was yours.

“Katsuki?” Bakugou’s breath stopped when he heard your voice. Turning around, you stood in the middle of the street looking confused and scared. “Katsuki!”

“(Name)!” Bakugou yelled as he ran over to you. When his body met yours, he enveloped you into a tight hug, burying his head in your neck. “Where did you fucking run off to?!”

Pulling away, you gave him a warm smile, “The league of villains,”

Bakugou’s blood ran cold. The league of villains? Gritting his teeth at you, he gripped your shoulders tightly, “Cut the crap (Name)! You had me worried sick!” Your smile dropped into a frown as you stepped away.

“You brought this on yourself Katsuki, did you not?” Your once lively eyes were lifeless as you stared into his ruby ones. Holding out your hand to the side, your quirk picked up large rubble laying around before you held it up. “You’re the one who made me like this, who told me I was useless.”

Shooting the rubble towards Bakugou, he used his quirk to destroy the rubble before it could hit him. Bakugou clenched his teeth as he stood his ground infront of you. “I never said that!”

“You made me feel like I was.” picking up more rocks and large materials, you ran towards Bakugou before shooting them at him once more. “Nobody cared for me, but the villains.”

“They took me in and appreciated me when no one did.” As the dust slowly faded away, you stared at Bakugou from the middle of the street as he stood at the end, watching you. “It’s me against you now, Katsuki.”

“Villain against hero.”

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egoiistas · 6 years

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sofia & alondra

a/n - an original ficlet based on @b-griveros‘s OCs Sofia & Alondra who are the cutest wlw beans ever istgdjhf. Happy Pride Month!

“There you are.” It was hard to miss her. The volume of golden curls did her no favors especially they poked out at either side of the tree at its base. The front passing over the uni campus left Sofia’s cheeks so numb from the cold air that she hardly felt the breeze when she rounded the tree. She stuffed her hands inside the pouch of her hoodie, at least, to be merciful to her fingers.

Alondra sat on the ground, knees to her chin with her arms wrapped around them. She looked indignant with her bright, red nose matching her windbreaker. A clear indicator she had been crying. Even the small bow over her head was off-center and lord knows how much she hated it when that happened.

“I’ve been blowing up your phone. This campus isn’t small, you know.’

Alondra gave her a quick glance and tried to contain her pouty lip. “I want you leave me alone. Please.”

"Mmm. That’s a hard no.” Sofia set her backpack on the ground and took a seat next to the crybaby. Without another word, she dug in her bag, rustling through paper and textbooks. As nonchalant as she could manage, she asked, “What did you do this time?” There was a little guilt for approaching it like this, but she looked more mad than sad and her wounded pride won’t let her open up easy.

“I didn’t do anything!” She whined, but it sounded muffled from the way she suddenly crouched into herself, curling herself tighter. “They don’t know the rules.”

Her hair was no longer pinned to the tree so when the wind blew Sofia caught wafts of loose blonde hair in her face that she had to swat away. She barely wanted to deal with her own hair as fine and short and dark as it was, much less billows of someone else’s no matter who it belonged to. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose after that ordeal. “Was it the tall one?”

Alondra turned her head to her this time. She gave a small frown. “No, it was the cute one.”

Sofia ripped the package of candy she bought on the way over here. “Not so cute anymore, is she?”

She huffed, straightening herself against the bark. Her cheeks were flushed from the autumn chill and probably also from getting herself in a tizzy. “The DM said I had to roll for persuasion during this encounter so I did and then--”

“What’s a DM?”

“Dungeon master, please keep up.” Sofia made a face that went unnoticed. “And then, one of them brought up that it should’ve been intimidation skill check - which my character does not have expertise in, but then the DM said we’ll just see from then on, so whatever. But then some of the other players were “Roleplaying”-” she says with quotation marks in the air “- when they started yelling at my character for no good reason. I carried them through that whole session. Like, I’m sorry you don’t know how to minmax, sis.”

Crunching on some chocolate with magical hidden peanuts, Sofia intoned, “You literally spoke gibberish to me just now.” She lurched sideways after Alondra went for her arm with the inertia and weight of her body. It was surprising for someone with such a small frame. Sofia, however, was not only built sturdy, but fortified. Thank you, soccer conditioning.

“Sofi, you have to join me! I can’t deal with them alone,” she whined, clutching the sleeve of the hoodie. It was kind of cute. All of her was kind of cute.

“Why don’t you find another dungeons and dragons group?” She offered a piece of the chocolate and Alondra took it. She did that thing where she hummed as she was chewing and thinking about what she was going to say.

“This uni doesn’t really have many and this is the only one that fits my current schedule.” She said, twirling her hair while still leaning on Sofia. Alondra was then quiet for a moment. “None of my other friends are really into this either,” she confessed somberly. Her hand wiggled down the space between Sofia’s arm and her leg, lacing their fingers together. “And it’d be nice to do something like this together.”

She looked at their hands and she smiled softly, not really used to it despite the many months. “Is it always at this hour? Because you know I have practice.”

Sofia didn’t have to have a clear view to know Alondra’s lip was pouting again. “When does your season end?”

“Not for another two months.”

Alondra turned her head to bury her forehead Sofia’s arm again. “Stupid futbol.”

“It’s soccer here.”

“Futbol.” She was so willful, glaring at Sofia just to be right. Or perhaps to have a win. She was so far from home, after all.

Feeling willful herself, Sofia kissed her lips, pouty as they were, and she seceded, “Futbol then.” A blush bloomed across Alondra’s cheeks and Sofia felt the heat rising in her own face, like a couple of useless girls who liked each other. “Can you “persuade” them to move the time?”

Her eyes lit up and she basically jolted to a stand. “If I can move it and convince the DM, will you join me? We can roll up a character for you, create a backstory! Make it really gruesome.”

She went on as Sofia lifted herself from the ground, dusting the debris from her butt and collecting their stuff.

“Hey.”

Sofia looked up, pushing her glasses back up. Alondra surprised her with a kiss of her own.

“Thank you. Sorry I’m such a crybaby.”

“Are you kidding me? Who doesn’t know when a persuasion roll should be made?” Sofia smirked, putting the bookbag on one arm.

“It’s check.” Alondra tried not to snicker.

“You’re really busting my balls right now?”

“If I don’t then who will?” She giggled. “But you’re trying. It’s cute.”

“You look too cute to be playing DnD dressed like that.” She outstretched a hand to hold hers. “Come on, let’s go get dinner.”

Dedicated to my cousin: for coming out in the face of adversity. Stay strong, love<3

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jonginoodles · 6 years

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Best Lovers (EXO’s Suho Scenario)

Summary: Best Friend. Is this a blessing or a plague? Depends on the viewpoint. If you have a best friend that you can tell everything and takes them for the rest of your life, it’s a blessing; But if you probably twerked on the cross in your past life and now you fell deeply in love with your idol best friend, it’s a plague.

Genre: Angst/Fluffy/Smut

If this has a good feedback, I will certainly do part two! Enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎

2AM

-And... Finished! - you heard your best friend and tutor’s voice as the song’s beat stopped. You didn’t know how you were alive yet after sweating that much.

-YES! - you screamed throwing your arms up expecting God to have mercy of you and pull you to the sky faster. Suho walked to you and messed up your hair.

-I was going to praise you but you really need to shower, girl! Even your hair’s sweating! - he made a fake disgusting face and you hit his ass with your leg.

-Oh, yeah? Suddenly, i really want to hug you...- you opened your arms with a goofy smile.

Before he even screams, you already had your arms around his body in a tight hug. Your head resting on his chest. You could feel how warm he was, Suho always learned the choreographies with you. You two were like that since you had joined SM as a trainee two years ago. All the others trainees didn’t like you and bullied you because you are a foreigner. One day, Suho was passing through the practice rooms and saw the girls pushing you on purpose so you missed the choreography, and then yelling at you for making a mistake. He entered the room and acted like you were really friends while all the girls were shocked because Kim Junmyeon from EXO was there. He got you out of there and offered himself to be your tutor. You didn’t even know who he was, but you felt so grateful that you cried while hugging him. You talked for hours that day and less than one week after you already were best friends.

-Seems like you need a shower too now... - you said and he made a disgusting face.

-I should make you wash me, kid. - you stared at him in shock. He sticked his tongue to you before running from the practice room, screaming that you couldn’t reach him with your small legs.

You two got in Suho’s car already smelling good.

-I’m sorry. - you were playing with your fingers. Suho frowned and you continued. - It’s almost 3AM and you have your own schedule today. You will be so tired...

There was no sign of life in the company this late, but Suho got the keys. You two usually leave at 10pm and eat out together, but today you were having difficulties. Now you felt guilty. Great.

-Ya, look at me. - your best friend said and you did. - You worry too much about others, i’m fine! I wouldn’t sleep earlier anyway with Sehun’s truck snore.

You laughed and he pinched your cheek before turning on the car and leaves the SM’s garage. You turned on the radio and started singing. Suho joined you, smiling while driving carefully. You smiled too.

-Oh, we are near that place i wanted to show you! - he exclaimed, making you jump. - Can we go there? Please, please?

-What?! Jun, it’s 3AM! I haven’t even paid for this cellphone yet, if someone robs me...

-I’ll buy you five of these! Please... - he pouts at you. Oh, you forgot. Suho have money. So much that he doesn’t care to pay a hundred on a giant lollipop. If it was not you scolding him every useless thing with an ridiculous high price that he wanted to bought, he would be broke already.

-Fine, fine! Pay attention on the road!

As soon as you two got out of the car, you laughed. Laughed nervously.

-No. No, no, no. No way i will get into this forest!

-Come on, (Y/N)! I've coming here a million times. - he turned his own cellphone’s flashlight. You got chills only by looking at the darkness around the tall trees.

-After midnight?! No, I can’t do this. I will be waiting SAFE for you inside the car. - you turn around and started walking, but your feets were lifted off the ground. - No! I’m serious, Junmyeon! LET ME GO! I’M NOT KIDDING, THERE’S NO WAY I'M GONNA ENTER THERE!”

You kept your arms firmly around his shoulders with your face hidden in his neck. He was carrying you for five minutes now with just one hand, the other was lighting the mud road. You felt bad for him and was almost facing your fear of dark because you could feel him trembling of tiredness.

-We arrived, crybaby. You can look now. - you jumped from his arms to check if he was okay, but the view from there caught your eye. Even at night, the houses and buildings’ lights were amazingly beautiful together. You could see the whole Seul. - Beautiful, right?

-It’s worth it...

-What do you mean by that? It was me who walked through the mud with a crybaby on my arms! - Suho crossed his arms and you laughed.

-Ya! You just fucked the whole cute scene! - you hit his arm and he smiled.

Suho caught your hand and took you to the tip of the "cliff", sitting down. You did the same. You stayed there, feeling the cold wind hit your faces. If you could frozen a moment forever, it would be this one. It is truth when they say the higher you are the fresher the air.

-Are you happy? - Suho asked out of nowhere. - Being a trainee for two years isn’t easy.

-It’s not. I think about the people that trained for a long time and never debuted everyday. I think if i will be that person.

-Ya, don’t say such things! You are talented, beautiful and cool times to times. - he joked and you rolled your eyes with a smile. - You will debut and if SM doesn’t do this, i will start a company just to debut you!

-Thank you. - you answered squeezing his hand with yours. - It’s also tough because once you debut, you don’t have a personal life. You can’t date, you can't go to parties, you can't have friends from different genre... I never even kis-

The sentence died on your throat. What were you about to say?! Sure, Suho was your bestfriend, but you never told him this. He always told you about the girls he got and you always had fun with his stories. You just never had an interesting love life to tell.

-I know it.

-What? How? Oh no, my mom sent you messages again!

-No! - Suho laughed loud, probably remembering when you were talking to your mom by facetime and he snapped. She felt in love with him immediately. She can’t even talk to you anymore without asking about Suho and if you are finally dating. - You never told me about men. It’s obvious.

-Shut up! - you yelled, feeling your cheeks blushing. Thank God everything was dark there.

-So you want to be kissed before you debut? That’s it?

You felt your heart beat faster that moment. With that holding hands. With that provocative smile on your best friend’s face. Suddenly, it was difficult to control your breathing.

-N-No! You misunderstanded it! I only said about idols that can’t even date, not that i’m interested on it, b-but-

In a blink of an eye, your best friend’s lips were on yours, touching it gently. It was only a popo, but it already felt so good. He held your face with his cold hand, caressing it. You suddenly pushed him away, recovering your senses (or not).

-W-WHAT DID YOU DO? - you yelled at him while touching your lips. He laughed. Cute.

-Didn’t you like it? - he approached you, but you pushed him again.

-I... I... Shut up! - you couldn’t admit you liked it. No, you loved it. - Don’t you ever do this to me again, you pabo!

He was surprised, asking himself if he did wrong. You stared at him, pouting while looking away. You stared at his body, his face, his lips. Everything seemed so attractive. No. You certainly don’t have experience on this, but you watched too many doramas and movies, and you know that nothing good happens after 2am. At least it’s what Ted Mosby said.

You stood up. You didn’t know what to do next, because it’s more probably of you to jump off of that cliff than go back through the forest’s darkness alone. When you were almost considering the “jump the cliff” idea, you felt the cold hand holding your arm gently.

-(Y/N)-

The next second you already were colliding your lips, craving for his touch. You didn’t know why you did this, but that was the first time you liked so much your name just by slipping of that lips. His tongue invaded your mouth gently and you start playing with each others’. It was magic. You couldn’t imagine how you lived years without kissing. Without his kiss.

And that’s how the shit started.

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reaction #exo #exo kai #exo lay #exo suho #exo sehun #exo chanyeol #exo do #exo xiumin #exo chen #exo reaction #exo scenarios #exo texts #suho scenario #junmyeon scenario #kim junmyeon

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emi100395896 · 3 years

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WHY I LOVE : JUJUTSU KAISEN

A/N: Hi, yes I’m back. I’m sorry for being inactive for 60 smth days and probably going to be inactive for another 2 weeks because of exams but it’s fine. <3 I promise I binged lots of animes and I’m back with more headcanons. Also, I’m not sure if you guys would like me to do more than headcanons, but do tell if you want me to. I started this as a fun blog and hope to continue that even though I’m always inactive lol. Anyways, here you go, a jujutsu kaisen rant! Ps: these are my personal thoughts and feelings, if you don’t agree with them then fair enough! ^^

Genre: Crack/Comedy/?reviewing?

A/U(s): None.

Warnings: spoilers are put in brackets and are red! Watch out for them. :D

Trigger warnings: None.

Summary: Just me ranting. :)

UHHH REVIEW TIME! The main characters ;)

Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi is best sasuke trope boy. By far my favorite emo boy. Why? Well, it’s mostly because when animes introduce characters like Megumi they’re all emo and have to avenge their village and kill people and are ‘brocken’ or smth idk.

But jujutsu kaisen does the whole sasuke trope a big middle finger and makes Megumi a less tsundere, and broken character.

Honestly, I never expected Megumi to have this type of personality because most animes try to give his archetype the whole ‘their honest’ when in reality they are just rude and selfish. Megumi is literally honest. My guy had no problems telling Gojou that he wants Yuji to stay as his own opinion which if you asked any of the people under this archetype they would respond with ‘Ugh, just keep him alive okay?’.

Like he is honestly sweet and even when trying to force Yuji and Nobara to leave it WASNT for his own well-being it was for theirs. Literally is the opposite of Ray, Sasuke, and any type of character that is emo and rude. Also he is one of the few characters that deserves to be as powerful as he is because he didn’t get his powers because of ‘his burning rage for the person who killed his village as he tries to avenge them.’ And he also has a bad background but is quite an average character. I just appreciate him. :)

Nobara Kugisaki

AMAZING-

Honestly though, she’s amazing. My favorite character since she literally is a girly girl yet is powerful (nothing wrong with that, it’s just wow.), which hear me out.

Most shounen anime girls fall under 3 categories of female characters.

The useless damsel in distress that is a tsundere.

‘Another Naruto reference? Seriously Mochi?’ I’m so sorry my lovely reader, but Naruto is one of the founding fathers of all Shounen anime stereotypes. So yes, another Naruto reference.

First of all, I don’t hate this characters, I actually don’t dislike them either. That being said I don’t like them. I get this neutral emotion whenever someone like idk Sakura I guess is on screen next to Aiura Mikoto (Who btw, is another underrated female character that deserves love even though the anime is crack-y.). I guess it’s because throughout all of the Arc’s and episodes, Sakura hasn’t changed or developed or even learned from past mistakes. It sucks seeing character that could’ve had potential, being boring and just bad. Also she’s ungrateful for her parents for no reason, and that just says a lot about her persona. To be honest, most Naruto female characters are like this, and I don’t want to hear crap about Hinata’s character because she barely got screen time and the only times we see her is when the creator pushes her to be next to Naruto more often or if the whole gang is together. (I watched a bit of Naruto so I could be wrong about this whole thing but this is again, my opinion.)

The dimwit and clumsy/tsundere/strong female fan service

Oh look, it’s everyone’s ‘favorite’ Erza Scarlet from Fairytail. But whoops, her whole character is just her having cleavage. Or everyone’s favorite crime Taboo Tattoo (I didn’t watch it but most fans have come together and agreed that it would’ve been a decent anime without all of the fan service.) Or maybe the stereotypical dimwit character that is clumsy?

Yeah, you know who I’m talking about right?

I feel like some animes, that are 23 minutes long, would be reduced to around 15 minutes without all the fan service (not counting the Opening or ending)

(Also all the dumb jokes, but that’s for another time.)

Looking at how many creators complain they can’t go too in-depth with their OC’s, because they don’t have much time, but they somehow can fit in a whole scene of people literally having their clothes ripped off because of how ‘delicious’ it is. Yes, I’m coming after you Food Wars. Even though I am a big fan, that doesn’t mean I can ignore the flaws. I am fair and will admit that, as far as characters go, Food Wars is shallow.

Personally, mha is also another crime with lots of fan service of 15-16 year old girls. 😀

I don’t want to get into the heated Hero Hei debate wether this doesn’t count because they’re ‘fictional’ or if it does. So moving on.

Can I mention how much Momo Yaoyorozu could’ve been an amazing character with amazing development and a cool quirk? I mean personally, I hate how Momo is now just fanservice. This queen has an amazing quirk, went in through recommendations, smart, helpful, is class Vice President, heroic, tall, thoughtful, rich but doesn’t brag about it and is humble, and just a cool character that could be delved deeper on?

Haha nope. Boobs.

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W h a t

This literal queen could carry this series on her back yet they have the audacity to make her have zero personality and just a background character? Like excuse me, I don’t think you understand, but Principle Nezu has more screen time than her. Literally her and Koda (Creati and Anima) could be so cool but no one ever acknowledges them. :(

Anyways let’s move on.

And finally, the love interest.

Ochako Uraraka. That’s it.

Ochako really deserves more, honestly. I was hyped up in the sports fest. because she just showed off that she isn’t backing down, and now she’s just a mindless love interest.

Honestly, I don’t like talking about this topic the most because A, it’s controversial for some reason. And B, it sucks seeing these amazing characters being watered down to just a love interest.

OH BUT NOBARA? NOBARA?

SHE DOESN’T NEED ANYONE!

She’s fine on her own, thank you very much.

I mean best scene was when she was fighting Sabrina the witch and didn’t seem to care much about scars and she just debunked all of those things and I just UGGGHHHH- <33333

Like animes try so hard to have a feminist role model by making her tomboyish and mean and a tsundere and calls anyone that looks at her a pervert.

But Nobara isn’t any of that. Nobara is fashionable and powerful. She loves shopping. She loves eating expensive. She loves Luxuries. She loves proving people she’s strong. She isn’t easily scared. She protects, and I just love her. She isn’t your stereotypical tomboy or at least she doesn’t fall into the smurfette effect or smth.

Tbh, I was worried when she joined them. I said either she’s a tomboy who’s a tsundere or a soft spoken damsel in distress, but now that I’ve seen her, I know that Nobara is Nobara. And that you all should appreciate her also.

Okay enough of that rant lol, moving on to Yuji!

Yuji Itadori

I LOVE THIS MC!

Are we going to use stereotypes again? Yes we are!

Usually shounen MCs have the worst personality either being too bland (mf MC from re-zero) or just too much of a coward/weakling/pervert/happy-go-lucky character.

I mean, if we are going to have a strong character he has to be a pervert for some reason.

A respectful character is a crybaby/weakling.

And a happy character has a dark secret side and ‘OmG lOoK hE’s SoO sc a Ry!1!1!’.

And tbh Yuji falls in the rare category.

The category that isn’t a crybaby, perverted, 11 year old that looks like he’s at least 20.

That category is what I’d like to call. The Saiki K. category.

I love MC’s like this because they aren’t too shallow, but not the whole story is about THEM and THEM ONLY.

It’s amazing to see how they still have the same personality but somehow have went through a bigger character development than all those other MC’s.

(Not disrespecting your faves, once again this is a personal opinion-)

And the way he isn’t OP and actually has trouble and the way (Slight spoilers!) that we can see that when he asks Sukuna to heal yoshino and the way Sukuna just laughs and I just like how they didn’t make Yuji just ‘become OP through the power of friendship’ and just they accepted he was dead or how his hand was cut off and he accepted it but how when he was dying he actually cried saying how he didn’t want to die showing us hey, it’s okay to cry but please don’t cry when you win a prize or competition or something. (End of spoilers!)

Ugh I just love Yuji being an MC. Again, he is one of those few rare MC’s with interesting character design, and personality without overwhelming it or just underwhelm it.

AND FINALLY YES ITS HIS TIME

Satoru Gojo

I DIDNT EXPECT HIM TO BE THIS GOOFY LMAO-

Honestly most surprising character.

DHEUIWOWV should I make a separate post for the plot, story and Gojo? It’s getting late where I am sooo this gonna get a continuation! I’m Mochi and see you guys next time, Bye-Bye! (｡- u -｡)

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ariadnc · 7 years

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problematic james!

hates the neighbors everyone needs to mind their own business thanks

drinks away his feelings and does math/designs stuff but doesnt remember

gets super horny while drunk but passes out before he can do anything

there’s a problem? leave the house. just don’t talk about it

lied to his wife about being a top notch assassin and played the role of useless husband to a T

he just wants to keep everyone safe while simultaneously pushing his body to the brink cause who gives a fuck? not him

missing an arm cause he was reckless af

what are plans never heard of that never felt that in my life in this house we barge in, fuck shit up and die like men

really needs therapy but will not go and almost ruined his marriage b/c he refused to go to couples counseling

incredibly horny always

any place any time but when u see his wife can u blame him

is about to be a father and is mentally screaming all the time

dresses nice!! to deceive the eye and hide the pain

has terrible taste in furniture, still tears up thinking about his old college couch that’s now burnt to rubble

knows he has a trash friend but loves him anyway

adores his wife and turns into a moping crybaby when she’s hurt/upset at him

two kids?? im fine i just gotta lie down

mama’s boy like he literally will fly out to his mom wherever she is when he wants to be consoled/pampered

frat boy but like with a heart and like smart but also stupidt when it comes to relationships/feelings

gets angry so easily its not even funny and most of the time its irrational

#c: james carter #otp: mr and mrs carter #joeykeerys

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leonard-cohen-the-second · 3 years

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Finally finished s5 of Legends and the season was so bittersweet for me. Like, how did they forget to write sympathetic consequences? How did they look at the amount of episodes and say "Yeah, I'll spend an exuberant amount on a sympathetic b grade "villain" that'll only have 1 episode of redemption before she joins the legends." I'm flabbergasted. We didn't need all those nowhere storylines with Constantine. Why did we care about Astra? Cos she was endeared to him? Really? Besides the college ep, what about her copious screentime truly wanted us to care despite Constantine's feelings muddying up what the viewers feel? What actual development did she have this season as her OWN character? (No, her lackluster MY MOM isn't a storyline, especially when that's literally all her character motivation. (Which has been proven to work in the past, but again: lackluster.) "Oh im still mad after X amount of years in Hell at this one guy?" GO OFF QUEEN! "Oh, actually, I just want my mom back and I didn't even do all the REALLY bad things it was actually my adopted mom Lechasis. So, really, I'm okay." Um... so all that screentime was for?.. And yes, it's a common trope to make the small fry bad guy not really a BAD guy when you bring in the bigger baddie- literally see s3 ending- but they had no care in crafting that story but for talking exposition from Constantine. Astra was consistently just a kid character throwing a tantrum in a woman's body, which I'm so tired of seeing WOC being reduced to with their issues. We literally saw it with Nora last season. Why did I need a rehash with a WOC??) It was all dependent on Constantine! Every single one. Even the reason he sold his soul was because of her and that automatically means "more" for her character as a whole? Failed potential. All of it.

After Charlie's sister died there was nothing??? No "you caused my sister to die! Yeah she was a git, but she was still my sister and thats why I'm totally brainwashed after 4 months of you being gone." Like, I'm all for flat villains, and I damn sure know Atropos was one this season. We had that back in s2. But there was charisma to back up those villains! Hell, we had a few episodes predominantly on them and even if they were murdering ppl it was still interesting to watch because I knew their motivations and they were down to earth. They all didn't want to die. A known fear for most every human. They spend episodes with them bonding over that fear, and in a certain part became much like the Legends' episodes where they do much of the same. The Fates? "We need order!" Which isn't a BAD motivation, it's just one that needs far more time and care spent on working that shit up! Not some super spoken exposition by the GOOD Fate then one scene showing how far the BAD Fates would go to get the loom back before the 3 part finale.

And despite how I see Malcom and Eobard being flat- even if they had their own shows i def didn't watch to give them more dynamics- the show did a wonderful job of trying to get them on the same multidimensional level. But the Fates? The only time I felt actually connected was when Lechesis was going off in her last time on screen. I just. I don't get the writing this season. I know there was a will they, won't they return but I'm very glad s5 wasn't the season Legends ended on. I really hope s6 is better. Please tell me they don't split their 45 minute run time on 3-4 separate storylines that we're supposed to care about equally.

Good god. Why the fuck should I care about a POC forcifully hooking up with another plain ass crybaby white man that didn't serve the plot at all nor was their relationship built up by said plot? What is this? This is regardless if I think it's actually really cute. (Like, what did they think with Arrow ending they needed to have literally every single hetero hook up on the show and even one have a kid?! I loved all the Avalance moments, but it's pretty slim pickings compare to all the unnecessary make outs and time spent on literally any random relationship blossoming.)

Don't get me started on Behrad. "Oh he does drugs, isn't he so cool and suuuuch a puppy! He has ALL the same attributes Zari had but oh no, he's not gay or anything. He's just a stoner that sits around on the ship and is wildly useless. Nah, he's more of a fucking plot device to move Zari's character forward."

Why does their type obviously show for their POCs too? Why the fuck, in that lighting, is the women playing Astra and Charlie the same/ so close in skin type? Why, in every episode they were on screen together before the finale, do they have the same hair style? Why?! Why is the onscreen presence of a black woman reduced to whatever the previous black woman wore and acted like? Keep your diversity up, sure. But bring in a darker skinned woman! Bring in another POC! Don't just swap out two women that look similar and expect your audience not to notice. What the hell happened this season?

I'm just so tired. So, so tired.

#this has been a drunk rant #re8 all over again #why are storylines so lackluster #like did writers forget basic 101 #i loved a lot of moments this season #but every episode was ruined shortly after switching to a Constantine or Astra scene #they easily could have fixed it by havinf astra turn good in ep5 and then have her switch in ep10 #so then we'd have more time of her being a good person and showinf slowly that redemption #but nope #so many pacing issues #jsut so many

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