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daemour · 3 months

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Pairing: Yunho x f! yn, mentioned possible woosan

Word Count: 4002

Warnings: cursing, kissing

Genre: Angst, fluff, e2l, school setting (unspecified), E for everyone

Summary: Getting flowers from a secret admirer was the highlight of your week. But with a certain blonde student disrupting your every day, things may change.

Hello @hotteoki <3 I am your secret admirer! It was great getting to know you and I hope you enjoy this! It kinda got away from me, and I do have a bonus woosan drabble that connect to this so i hope you enjoy it! and can you figure out who was giving the flowers?

“Ooh, look how popular you are, (Y/N), you got flowers again!”

Your peace of mind is shattered when you hear your worst enemy, Jeong Yunho walk by and tease you about your secret admirer. “Just because you’re going to die a lonely old geezer doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my flowers, Jeong,” you snap at him before returning your gaze to the bouquet of wildflowers lying on your desk. Every Monday, an assortment of flowers would be waiting for you, and every Monday Yunho teases you about it incessantly.

Yunho cackles, leaning forward (on your desk, might you add) and poking at the flowers. “What’d you get this time? White and purple lilacs? Cute. This person must really like you, (Y/N)...I feel sorry for them.” He punctuates each word with another poke and you close your eyes, exasperated.

“Jeong Yunho, get back in your seat before I smack you,” you threaten, but it does nothing to intimidate your personal pain in the ass. All he does is laugh and raise his hands in mock surrender.

“Hey man, I’m just saying. You’re so mean to me already, how would you be if they came out and told you.”

You blink at him, barely processing his words before your mouth drops open and you get ready to retort when the teacher comes in and you’re forced to sit down with a polite smile.

“Mr Jeong, please take a seat so we may begin our lesson,” your teacher calls out and Yunho shoots you a smile that you want to wipe off his face before taking his seat.

“I don’t understand what he has got against me,” you complain to your friends as soon as you sit at your lunch table. “Ever since we went into college he’s made it his life’s mission to annoy me. I don’t think we ever interacted with each other in middle school. Or even high school! I know he’s my neighbour or whatever, but he could stand to be nicer.”

Wooyoung slurps on his banana milk, not even caring about your issues, but Seonghwa leans forward, always invested in the gossip. Even if he’s heard the same thing from you dozens of times. “Maybe he likes you?”

You scoff loudly at the suggestion. “Ew, no.” You shake your head and shut down that idea. “Even if he did, that’s no way to get me to like you back! What, I fall into his arms? ‘Oh, Yunho, thanks for making fun of me and putting me down at any moment you get!’ Yeah, that’ll work.”

You roll your eyes so harshly you think they might pop out of your head and Wooyoung finally looks up. “Have you told him to stop?” You open your mouth to object but your friend cuts in again. “Or do you just fight him back and keep playing his game?”

You blink owlishly before sighing and leaning back in your chair. “You know, sometimes you can be pretty smart.”

Wooyoung nods happily before it hits him and his head snaps toward you. “Sometimes?”

Your usual bouquet awaits you when you arrive at school the following Monday. This week it’s white lilies and you stop to breathe in the fresh scent. But to your surprise, something else is sitting on your desk. A packet of mentos sits plain on the desk and you stare at it for a few unblinking moments.

“Do you like it?” You jump at Yunho’s voice suddenly appearing from behind you.

Of course. You whirl around and point at the offender. “Can’t you leave me alone? I don’t know what I’ve done to make you hate me, but really, dude. What lengths are you going to go to? How did you even find out my least favourite candy? Why do you keep bothering me day after day?”

Yunho stares at you, his eyes wide and you almost feel bad. Almost. But you shake away these unwanted thoughts and narrow your eyes. Wooyoung was right—you let the teasing go on for far too long. “Just leave me alone,” you sigh and plop down in your seat and bury your head in your arms, no longer wanting to see your biggest tormenter. (And yes, you are exaggerating.)

Yunho mumbles something you can’t quite hear but you’re unbothered by it and just steadily ignore him. There’s another pause before you hear him walk away and your shoulders relax. But even so, you can’t help but feel guilt for how you snapped at Yunho. Maybe he really didn’t know you were feeling annoyed.

But no, you can’t bend like that. He’s been bothering you for a good part of the school year and even if he thought you were okay with it, surely he should’ve at least gotten to know you before jumping into teasing you.

You have more important things to worry about anyway, such as your secret admirer. Every time you see a new bouquet on the desk, your heart rate spikes and you can’t stop a smile from growing on your face.

But, the more you think about it, the more worried you are about what the outcome of this would be.

And lately, not just flowers have been appearing on your desk. Sometimes, there’s a phone charm, maybe a strawberry milk or two, always something extra alongside it. It’s only made you more curious about your secret admirer, and you can’t stop talking about it to your friends.

In your quest, you’ve narrowed it down to two people, Choi Jongho and Kang Yeosang. Both are in your grade, although you don’t talk to them very often. You just know they’re on the quieter side so would be more likely to prefer secret gifts. Plus, you’ve had projects with both of them so they are at least connected to you in some way.

“Are you just going to spend your lunch doing this?” Wooyoung barges into your empty homeroom during lunch, carrying his lunch as well as a sandwich from the cafeteria for you. He pulls a chair in front of you and sits. “You gotta at least eat. Just because Hwa is sick doesn’t mean I’m gonna feed you in his place.”

You laugh, looking up at him and taking the sandwich. “Aren’t you doing that right now though?” You dodge his swat, laughing as you push aside your gifts of the day. “Anyways, yes. I have my guesses narrowed down, but even if they’re both wrong is just fun to me,” you shrug.

Wooyoung hums, leaning forward to poke at the ring pop. “Can I eat this?”

You can’t help but snort, nodding. “Go ahead. But, you know, I wonder if they’d ever come forward. All I get are gifts and I don’t know if they’d ever tell me how they feel. That's why I keep guessing. I want to know.”

A sigh escapes Wooyoung’s mouth, and he cocks his head. “But (Y/N), what if they don’t want to be known? I mean, maybe they’d just like to be anonymous and just it die after graduation?”

You shrug, meeting his eyes. “I just wouldn’t want to live my life not knowing. Of course it can be scary to confess, but missing that chance would be worse, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t ever reject them meanly if they turn out to be someone I wouldn’t like. Hell, my two guesses I don’t know if I’d want to date.”

Wooyoung nods, relaxing in his chair. “No, that makes sense. It’s better to get a solid answer than not. Do you think they’ll ever reveal it?”

Yet again, you shrug. “I really don’t know. I would understand if they don’t, but I hope they do.”

Wooyoung opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, the door to the classroom opens and an unfortunately familiar head of hair pokes through. “What are you doing here, Jeong?” you snap, eyes narrowing. “Can’t even have lunch in peace now?”

A choked sound escapes Yunho’s throat and he looks ready to run back out and pretend it never happened, but he swallows it back and steps into the classroom. “I want to talk to you, (Y/N). I promise it’s nothing bad. Will you hear me out?”

You narrow your eyes and beckon him closer. “Fine. What is it?”

His eyes flick to Wooyoung, who leans back with a face of disapproval. “You can say it in front of me too,” he states, his expression unchanging.

At that moment, you really appreciate Wooyoung. Although he’s the one who told you to set a boundary with Yunho instead of letting him have his fun, he’ll still have your back. Yunho glances at you but you make no move to correct Wooyoung so he sighs and steps fully into the room.

“It’s about the gifts. And no, it’s not a joke,” Yunho quickly adds when he sees your face shift to a deeper frown. “Uh. I was just passing by when I heard you talking to Wooyoung and I figured I should tell you now.”

A sinking feeling starts to grow in your stomach. “No–”

Wooyoung starts to look genuinely regretful that he decided to stay, and you can’t blame him one bit. “It is me,” Yunho confirms. “I wasn’t the flowers.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “You think that helps, Jeong?” You let out an exasperated sigh and a shake of your head. “You’ve been making my life here difficult for the better part of a year and I finally tell you off. And you think adding to my confusion on the secret admirer is going to help? You must be crazy.”

Yunho shakes his head frantically. “No, it’s not just that. Of course, I wanted to show I was sorry but there’s another reason. I…uh. Do I really have to say it in front of Wooyoung?”

You frown, eyes flicking back and forth between them before you sigh and concede. “Wooyoung, could you give him some privacy?”

With a nod and a face of pure happiness at not having to witness what would be awkward for him, Wooyoung practically runs out of the classroom, leaving everything but the sandwich he had brought for you. “What did you want to say, Jeong?”

“I like you, (Y/N).”

Before his words settle fully your head’s already a mess. “What?” You can’t get a full sentence out, just blinking at your classmate, whose ears seem to be turning red. “No, this is another prank, right? You’ve decided that I can’t just have a good time with my friends.”

Yunho steps forward, pleading with his eyes but you scoot back in your chair. “(Y/N), please. I’m being serious. I wouldn’t joke about that.”

“You wouldn’t?” You scoff, even though it sounds a bit wet. “Tell me, why would I believe that? Even if you had left me alone, that doesn’t erase everything else you did to me. You don’t act with sincerity, Yunho. Go away like I told you to weeks ago.”

Yunho frowns and doesn’t go away, only coming even closer. “How can I make it up to you?”

“You can make it up to me by leaving me alone. You can’t expect me to like you after bothering me so much, really now, Yunho.” You shake your head again, standing up and gathering your stuff, pointedly leaving the gifts he had been giving you on the desk. “I should go find Wooyoung now.”

And before Yunho can say anything you leave him standing in the middle of the class as you wander through the halls hoping to pass the time before your next class (thankfully not with him).

“Can you believe he did that?” You groan, pressing your face against Seonghwa’s shoulder as Wooyoung awkwardly pats your back. After successfully avoiding Yunho for the next week, you had to call an emergency movie night with your friends to figure out what to do.

“Well, I hate to say it, but I told you–” Seonghwa cuts off his jibe when you glare at him. “Look, (Y/N), you don’t have to accept him or even be friends. But maybe you could just let him try and redeem himself. He seems genuinely sorry. And if you do that and then still tell him no, maybe then you could feel less conflicted about it.”

“I don’t know if you should do that,” Wooyoung cuts in.

Both you and Seonghwa turn to face him with confused looks. Out of the three of you, Wooyoung was the most realistic when it came to Yunho. Seonghwa wanted it to end up like a storybook romance, while you just wanted to never speak to Yunho ever again. Wooyoung had always been the voice of reason that maybe Yunho just didn’t mean it with malice and was the one to tell you to set a boundary with Yunho in the first place.

“Why not?” Seonghwa frowns, shifting so that he can face the two of you properly. “Out of us all, you’re probably the closest to him since you know his friend, San.”

Wooyoung snorts, waving his hands. “Just because I’m friends with San doesn’t mean I’m friends with Yunho. I just think if (Y/N) doesn’t want to have anything to do with Yunho, then that’s that.” He shrugs, leaning over to grab a handful of popcorn but Seonghwa isn’t letting it go.

“But I feel like it would be good for Yunho to learn how to properly apologise,” Seonghwa argues again. “He shouldn’t expect you to fall for him after he confesses right after an apology.”

You bite your lip and look at your hands clasped on your lap. Both of your friends have a good point, and to be honest, before Yunho had started bothering you, you didn’t hate him. In fact, every so often you had thought about inviting him to hang out with the three of you. You sigh again. “I’ll try. Just till the end of the school year, okay? When I see him with his friends he seems like a genuinely nice guy. Plus, wouldn’t it just make things awkward with you and San, Woo? San is one of Yunho’s closest friends after all.”

Wooyoung shrugs, still clearly unhappy but not willing to fight any longer. “What’s the worst thing that can happen? Yunho’s a cool guy, so I do hope he doesn’t screw it up.”

Seonghwa laughs. “Who knows? Maybe in the end, they’ll fall in love and get married and I’ll be the best man..”

You laugh and shove at him. “In your dreams. You just want to be in the wedding party.”

Seonghwa shrugs, leaning over to rustle your hair. “We all know it's true.”

“Oh, hi, Yunho.”

You didn't even have to find the tall blond this time. He's waiting by your locker. How did he even find out the number? You have no idea, and you’re not too sure you want to know.

“(Y/N), can I say something?” He holds out a bag with all the gifts you had left behind the previous week. “And you can honestly keep these. I don't like these candies anyway.”

“Uh. Sure? Thanks.” You take the plastic bag from his outstretched hands with only a little hesitation. “What's up?”

Yunho blinks, surprised at your willingness to listen, although he quickly composes himself. “Uh. My friend, San, told me I should apologise sincerely, not just saying sorry and then confessing.”

You can't help but smile at that—San and Seonghwa would probably make good friends. “Well, that would be appreciated,” you joke and Yunho’s body relaxes at your short laugh. “I can't fall in love if you go from bullying to loving.”

Both of you realise at the same moment how badly timed that joke was, but Yunho gracefully ignores that. “Would…would you like to go to the library with me after school today to work on finals?” Yunho almost whispers, as if he’s scared you would reject him. And at any time before today, you probably would’ve. But this time, you offer a small, unsure smile.

“Sure.”

And although your brain is screaming at you, your heart is telling you that this is not a mistake.

As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve grown close to Jeong Yunho. and his dumb smile. His jokes that somehow always make you laugh and also want to choke him out sometimes. Even your friend group has warmed up to him. Seonghwa still teases you in private about being with Yunho, but Wooyoung is just as friendly as ever and…also seems to be joining in with Seonghwa on the teasing. You’re not quite sure what to make of it.

But one problem still persists—the question of your secret admirer. The flowers have dwindled, although they’re still showing up. It’s almost finals week and you’re stressing out of your mind over the exams, and sometimes you can’t help but wonder to yourself if the person’s crush on you is dwindling. And why don’t you feel bad about it?

At first, you thought you liked them, whoever they are. You’d smile every time you see the flowers and you were genuinely relieved that your secret admirer wasn’t Yunho. But these days, you look at Yunho, and you wonder what would’ve happened if you had said yes to his confession. Would he hold you gently the way he holds your weekly bouquet to admire it?

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?” Wooyoung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, his hand waving in front of your face.

“Ah– Sorry, Wooyoung. What’s up?”

“No, no, you seem distracted.” Wooyoung plops down in front of you, leaning onto your desk and looking up at you with his brows furrowed just slightly. “Is something wrong?”

You shrug. “It’s just that…I’m confused.” You sigh from your bones, propping your head up with your head. “I couldn’t stand Yunho for such a long time, and yet, these days I can’t seem to get enough of him. I look at him and I’m fond. I’m not looking at him and I’m fond. But what about my secret admirer? They’ve been constantly there for me just by giving me flowers. It’s always perked me up. But I don’t think I like them the way they want me to…the way I want to.”

Wooyoong frowns. “What do you mean, the way you want to? You can’t help it if you don’t have feelings for them. And sure, maybe you appreciate them, but it doesn’t mean you have to like them back. It’s not like you’re dating. Hell, you don’t even know who they are. Maybe they won’t give a shit, or maybe they’ll be disappointed but what can they do if they never told you?” He shrugs. “If you like Yunho, just go for it. He’s a nice guy, outside of how he treated you. And a little birdie may have told me that he still likes you.”

You nod, defeated and yet relieved. “That’s true. Hey, Wooyoung.” Your close friend cocks his head, looking at you with wide eyes. “Thank you for your advice. I do appreciate you keeping my head out of my ass and in line. I know I don’t say it enough to you and Seonghwa, but you guys are my closest friends and I love you guys.”

Wooyoung’s smile softens as he leans in to give you a warm hug. “Can’t leave you floundering by yourself, dumbass.”

You slap Wooyoung on the shoulder but don’t break the hug. “Fuck off, idiot. I hope you stub your toe today.” You pause. “Did Yunho really tell San he still likes me?”

You can’t stop pacing the park in front of the school. You asked Yunho to meet you there after the last day of classes, hoping to ask him out, but now you’re starting to regret it. What if Wooyoung and San were mistaken and Yunho no longer likes you? What if he just laughs in your face and tells you it was a farce for a last prank before your graduation? You bring your thumb up to your mouth, biting on the nail as you debate between just playing it off as wanting to go to the arcade, or whether you should suck it up and tell Yunho. Or you just ditch him here and go home and eat a big tub of ice cream. The choice is yours.

You’re about three steps into your last plan of leaving when a warm hand grasps your wrist. “Hey, sorry it took me so long,” a familiar low voice hums. “San needed to talk to me. Hey, did you know–”

“Can I ask you–”

The two of you pause before giggling at the cliche interruption. “You go first,” you offer. “I want to hear the tea.” You wriggle your eyebrows at Yunho, making your friend snort.

“Did you know San likes Wooyoung?”

You blink for a moment before a grin breaks out on your face. “Oh, really? That’s so cute! I don’t know San well, but I know Wooyoung’s pretty fond of him. Hopefully it works out for them!” You’re pretty sure you’re practically sparkling from hearing about this. Wooyoung has always been the single one in your friend group—Seonghwa’s dating this one girl from a different area and they’ve been happy for years, and you’ve had on-and-off partners through the years. It would be nice if he finally liked someone.

Yunho nods, pleased. “I hope so too. They would be cute together. Anyways, what did you want to ask me?”

Ah. You’re pretty sure you’re looking a little sick from how Yunho’s barely hiding his concern behind his eyes. “Uh. So. I changed my mind. See you at graduation!” And hopefully never again.

But before you can back out like a coward and never face Yunho again, you catch a twinkle in his eyes and a knowing smile and you immediately have a sinking feeling in your gut. If your fears are confirmed, you’ll make sure to write a nice eulogy for your friend. “...What did Wooyoung tell San and what did San tell you?”

Yunho chuckles. “Same as what San told Wooyoung, who told you.” His smile somehow grows even larger. “Honestly, the only reason I haven’t killed San yet is because I’d like to see him and Wooyoung get together.”

Your eyes narrow. “Well, I’m not sparing Wooyoung that same courtesy. I sure hope San’s able to keep Wooyoung alive.” You turn away, ready to find Wooyoung to beat him up but the grip that you forgot Yunho had on your wrist tightens and he tucks you into a back hug, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

It feels like time stops as you can hardly breathe when Yunho’s chin rests on your shoulder. “You can fight Wooyoung later, but I think something is slightly more important than that.” And before you can say anything, Yunho spins you around and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Now it really feels like time has stopped for you, but all you can do is stare up at him with your face slowly heating up until you feel you may melt. “Uh,” is all you manage to eloquently say, but Yunho just smiles, waiting for you to gather your thoughts while looking at you softly. “Uh. I think that slightly is a bit of an understatement.”

Yunho bursts out laughing at your admission, leaning in again until his nose brushes against yours. “There’s the (Y/N) I know and love. May I kiss you again?”

You’re pretty sure he can feel the heat radiating off your face, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you nod before whispering out a ‘yes’. And, before you can even blink, his plush lips are on yours again. It feels like a daydream, but as your hands come up to cup Yunho’s face, you smile into the kiss and feel at home in his arms.

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asmallmoon333 · 1 month

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Another Death Note AU I love to think about: Fem!Light x Male!L.

I adore these two in any form, but the potential of this dynamic in particular had me thinking plots that had my brain noodles excited since way back when I was in the middle of writing Time Speaks.

Now, L's gender wouldn't change anything about him, not really, but Light? Oh, it would be a whole new act for her to put on. And with L still male, it ensures it's not just a repeat of canon, but a whole new exploration of their characters, their dynamic, and the world they live in.

So in this AU, we have a Light Yagami who grew up in a society that told her she was lesser. That implied her gender was predictive of her place and abilities. But she wouldn't actually have a lot of anger about her gender I feel, since that goes against her natural feelings of superiority based on her intellect, so she'd just see it as the world being wrong as usual (rotten, if you will). She would look down on men for how easy they were to manipulate; not that anyone else would ever see these thoughts. Except Sayu, who Light raises with care.

Now, while said world would make it harder for her to rise up, Light is someone who gets what she wants and thrives on a challenge. She would use gender as her stepping stone, playing the "good girl" role to perfection.

And she'd be so very good at it. A much better manipulator than male Light.

Now, when she gets the Death Note, the story goes about the same at the start because Light Yagami is Light Yagami regardless.

Then in comes L, the first person who bested her, the first person she hates, and the plot changes. L is the only person, the only man, who looks at her and sees Kira. The only man who is deadpanned and blank to her "good girl" act and meets her provocation for provocation. Infuriating her every time they meet simply by being as smart as she is. By looking at her pointedly crossed arms, at her 'casual' forward-leaning posture, at her inviting smile--and blandly asking if her back hurts like his sometimes does.

How dare he.

How dare he see and value and fear her for her intelligence? He is certain she is Kira despite how aghast every other man and woman in her life is about the very idea of it.

They call L mad. Sexist. He ignores them and insists he's right, that no one else could be Kira but Light. That she's perfect.

And Light? She hates him for seeing through her. He scares her right back.

But she also can't stop herself from craving the acknowledgement.

The game between them would be so different and yet just as complicated this time, because while the two of them don't care about gender, they know this about each other, the rest of the world is not at their level and can't stop their bias about it. And Light uses that to her advantage; Kira will use any shield.

While L will do his best to strip her bare of all her lies.

So Light plays with the world's perceptions of womanhood in her war against L, using her 'weak' gender and 'need for protection' to manipulate the police against him. While L continues to pursue his Kira with a single-minded focus and certainty. He knows it's her.

But now he has to work even harder to prove it because no one is willing to listen to him. He has no proof, and in this universe, that means a lot more to the task force.

Light is smug about this, internally of course. She sweetly tells him to give up and start looking for the 'real' Kira.

L blinks at her and says he'll give up when she stops being a serial killer.

Light hates him.

But she also can't stop thinking about him. She can't stop revelling in how he sees her like no one else was ever willing to. And she eventually decides that she'll get him to give into her too, like she's gotten everyone else in her life. She'll make him admit he wants her, too. That he's human just like they all are, that he has feelings. (Just like she does).

She'll give him her attention in a way no one else has ever deserved. And L better appreciate it.

And after that? She'll kill him, of course.

She's Kira. She's pitiless. She plays to win.

But she might as well...enjoy L while he's here.

He's the only one she'd ever want to have in that way.

As for L? Well he's more than willing to play along, in any and all ways Light wants. He's seen her from the start, seen Kira behind her sweet smile, and he's entranced by her as always. He'd want her in any form, and gender is just one more tool of the brilliant mind he'll always be obsessed with, in any universe.

And he's absolutely thrilled at this game.

So, yeah!! I love this AU and one day, I'll write it, but for now thank you to the amazing artist @thanatelle who inspired these current thoughts! His work is so good <3

Fem!Light and Male!L are so very fun.

#death note #light yagami #l lawliet #lawlight #Fem!Light Yagami

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ekingston · 2 years

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For the ask game:

Supercorp fic where Lena runs a popular webseries/blog about plants and plant care and Kara (one of her avid subscribers) is absolutely hapless when it comes to keeping plants alive and is constantly asking Lena for help only to fail spectacularly. Lena is *convinced* Kara is fucking with her on purpose, and kinda sorta hates her virtual guts

(Now also on a03.)

Lena isn’t naive.

When she made the decision to set up a discord server for her plant vlog’s followers, she knew there was a possibility things might get messy. After all, even while remaining anonymous — she can practically hear her PR team screaming at the idea of Lena Luthor running her own verified social media account — her comment section has always been 45% earnest compliments and questions from beginner botanists and 55% unabashed thirst over her sexy hands and soothing voice. Lena imagined any possible frustration caused by having to sidestep the occasional untoward overture would be worth the satisfaction she gets from teaching fellow hobbyists to take better care of their plants. It’s nice to feel like she’s being appreciated, for a change, to be allowed to play hero in a small way, different from L-Corp’s high-stakes idealism or Supergirl’s histrionic stunts.

(She still hasn’t managed to set up a meeting with National City’s super-powered alien in residence, but she’s certain it will be any day now.)

Lena couldn’t have predicted that the most aggravating individual on her server wouldn’t turn out to be a persistent suitor, but rather a member of the plant-loving minority.

If the violence this ‘Kvers’ person routinely inflicts on their houseplants can be considered love.

Why are my plant’s leaves yellowing? had been this idiot’s first, innocuous ask. Moments later, they’d followed it up with a picture of the brown, crisp remains of what Lena had only vaguely recognized must at one point have been a vibrant green ZZ plant.

Because it’s fucking dead, Lena had wanted to reply, suggesting instead Is it possible it’s near a window where it gets too much direct light?

My place does get a good amount of sun, Kvers had responded. I kind of prefer it that way. Lena had given her a list of plants that would fare better in those conditions, and hoped that would be that.

But it didn't end there; it’s actually only gotten worse. Kvers is in Lena’s notifications what feels like every other day now with fresh doubts and queries. Why do you even have plants, Lena is tempted to respond half the time, when it’s obvious you’re too much of a moron to even be trusted to take care of yourself?

Are banana plants supposed to tear this easily? comes the next question, combined with a picture of a Dwarf Cavendish that looks to have been ripped to shreds by a wind stronger than the average tornado.

“What the fuck,” Lena mumbles to herself. Some tearing is to be expected, they’re pretty frail, she replies, before snapping and adding I advise placing it a little further away from that jet engine you must have set up in your living room, however in a disgruntled huff.

Kvers sends her only a 😳 in response.

A fresh victim is presented to her a few days later, along with Kvers’s desperate plea of Can this little guy still be saved?

Pictured is the saddest Boston fern Lena has seen in her entire life: it’s bruised grey-brown and beige where it should be a vivid emerald, and when Lena clicks the image to enlarge, she finds herself frowning at what looks like a dusting of frost still clinging to the fronds.

Ferns can recover from freezing conditions but only if their roots weren’t also affected, Lena replies very professionally, her fingers shaking with silent outrage. Though I don’t understand why you’d keep a potted fern outdoors when it’s that cold. She’s beginning to wonder if this Kvers person is a genuine imbecile or an abusive prankster. Where do you live that you’re dealing with these weather conditions in August? she demands.

Oh, um, Kvers replies and then, after a few starts and stops, Southern California.

So Kvers is absolutely fucking with her.

It takes a week before they’re asking for Lena’s input again. This buddy is looking a little rough today, they post, do you think a good soak could help perk it back up?

The miserable money tree pictured is barely clinging to life. Lena peers through the furious red haze descending over her vision and swears it looks like its few remaining leaves are singed.

Lena’s patience has run out. Are you serious? she asks. Did someone burn your building down?

Small kitchen accident Kvers has the audacity to reply.

It’s the final straw in every sense of the word. Lena will not stand for this blatant abuse a moment longer, especially if it’s done exclusively for the purpose of getting her attention. Before she can think too much about it, before her rage recedes, she sends Kvers a direct message announcing she’s coming by for a home consultation.

Where in SoCal are you exactly?

As it turns out, Kvers is right here, in National City.

She’s also a bafflingly attractive — though fidgety — blonde.

Blue eyes widen and pink lips part when she answers the door, her shoulders so broad and her arms so beefy she takes up most of the space in the doorway to her loft. Lena probably wouldn’t be able to see past her, at her endangered plants beyond, if she still wanted to.

But she can tell her loft is well-lit, like she’d mentioned — she’s framed by the sun’s dying rays, her hair and skin golden and shimmering in a way not entirely of this earth.

This explains so much, Lena realizes, relieved. The wind. The frost. The burns.

Her would-be adversary is wearing glasses and her hair is up, and her flustered demeanor seems so awkwardly genuine that Lena wonders if the image this woman projects when she’s dressed in her more familiar reds and blues is the act — if this awestruck, faded-jeans-clad cutie is the real person that’s hiding underneath.

She looks far more human than Lena would have imagined.

“You’re Lena Luthor,” she finally manages to stutter out.

Lena regards her evenly. “Good to finally meet you,” she says, and, dropping her voice a little, “Supergirl.”

#supercorp fan fiction #plant vlog au #supergirl fan fiction #fic by ekingston #who has two thumbs & managed to pen a clean 1000 word drabble for the first time in probably a decade?#👍 this guy! 👍#thank you for the incentive gaby! you’re a gem!#ask meme #deadbiwrites #fan ficlet #1k

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idk if we’ve spoke of matty meeting girlies parents for the first time?? but i think maybe he would bring annie to meet them and girlies parents would just absolutely fall in love with her!!!

Oooh, we haven't spoken about this!! I have established that you have kind of a complicated relationship with your family (more in this blurb) it's not awful, but there’s some distance just to make sure you can live your life in some peace.

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So you're slightly freaking out, to say the least. Your parent's reactions to you dating an older man, who is a musician for a living and has a daughter from a random hookup were… interesting. They weren't explicitly rude, but they were definitely questioning.

But you have been together for a while now, and they've spoken to Matty a few times over face time, and they seem to like him a bit more. They haven't ever spoken to Annie directly, but they have seen pictures of her and heard her running around in the background.

Your family finally manages to get you to come up to visit them, so you pack everyone into the car and off you go. Annie is happily chatting away in the back whilst you are freaking out a little, but Matty tries to relax you, “It's going to be okay, babe, they're not going to hate me. Your dad is my friend on Facebook!”

“...why are you talking to my dad on Facebook” you ask, confused, but matty waves you off and keeps driving. turning up the music a little bit louder.

You arrive at your parent's house, and Annie is so nervous, bless her. She's pulling at her dress and hiding by Matty’s side, “what if they don't like me?” she whispers to Matty as you walk up the driveway.

“Don't you worry about that sweetheart, they'll love you. C'mon, let's go have some fun, yeah?” Matty says, picking Annie up and taking a deep breath before walking up to the door.

“Well y/n is my teacher, so she taught me lots of things. I know how to read properly all on my own, you know.” annie continues to talk about school and you, and your mum gives you a soft smile over her head.

Surprisingly, they more than love Annie. They are obsessed with her. Your mum immediately chatting away to her and gave her presents that she bought for her.

Annie is relaxed so quickly, painting your mum's nails with the nail polish she bought her and chatting about school after your mum asks her who taught her to paint nails so well.

Your dad and Matty get along like a house on fire, chatting about the football and what they think of the latest games. And soon enough, the band gets brought up, but in a good way.

“You know, I was in a band when I was young.” Your dad says later on in the evening when you're all sitting in front of the TV drinking tea. You all have painted nails at this point, your dad even sporting the pink glitter on his fingers.

“You were?” You say with your face scrunched, you don't remember your dad talking about music at all during your childhood. Let alone being in a band.

“Oh yeah. I was the drummer, was pretty good, too. Do you play the drums, Matthew?” Both your parents insist on calling Matty “Matthew”, despite you telling them that they didn't need to.

“I do, I do. But not in the band, that's my mate George. But if he ever needs to tap out, I'll give you a call.” Matty says, which gives your dad a boost of confidence and makes his face break out in a cheesy smile.

Your mum is chatting away about Annie as she lies asleep on her lap, “and Annie is just so lovely. You've done a great job raising her, Matthew.” she smiles down at sleeping Annie, and strokes her hair just like you do.

“Ah thank you. But I couldn't have done it without y/n. She’s the real reason Annie is so great." Matty squeezes your hand as you speak, and you can't help but look at him with the most lovesick look in your eyes.

“Oh you two remind me of us when we were young, your dad was the only thing I ever wanted to look at or talk about,” Your mum says wistfully, looking over at your dad with a cheeky grin.

So after that, you visit a little bit more. Annie falls completely in love with them both, and your mum cries when she calls her nanny for the first time. Your dad tears up when she calls him grandad, but denies that the whole time.

A happy little family!! <3

#your dad teaches annie how to make oragami stars for some reason and she spends the next week throwing them at people #george has so many paper cuts #your dad and matty also have a little jam at one family Xmas after he brings out his old drums #anon!#teacher au!

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So thanks to @miracama who sent me the link to Sam Deats' twitter post where he confirmed that Maria is 16 years old in Nocturne.

I did originally think that she was 13 or 14 given how young I thought she looked but it makes alot of sense that they aged her up to 16.

Firstly I'm not going to mention Maria/Alucard in this post. Not because I hate it, (I don't) I'm just not interested in discussing this in the post.

Now I do think that it makes more sense to have aged Maria up to her mid teens as it now makes her the same age as your typical YA heroine. And that gives the writers more freedom to put Maria in more dangerous situations and have her involved in more mature storylines than the 12 year old Maria from the games.

It also makes more sense that Tera was so comfortable with Maria going to the Chateau to fight the vampires as well as organising her revolutionary meetings in the woods. 12 year old Maria simply wouldn't have made sense in these situations and I think that many fans would have questioned Tera's parental instincts if she had been that young.

Next it also makes Richter and Maria closer in age which also allows them to develop a deeper bond, one where they are more equal and allows them to fight side by side as well as hang out together by choice on a daily basis.

Maria being 16 also falls in line with the shows canon for all confirmed ships - they all fall for one another hard and fast, with those that conceive children doing so very quickly (Lisa and Dracula and Trevor and Sypha, the latter of whom conceived a child less than 3 months after meeting one another). Tera came to Machecoul and met the Abbott 17 years ago so Maria being 16 makes sense.

It also helps with her understanding and interest in the revolution and her ability to rally some of the people of Machecoul to this cause that she so clearly cares about. She's old enough to have an understanding of the revolution and it's causes and she's clearly been researching it for some time now and tries to stay informed, despite the delays that they have in receiving this information. She would now have been 13 when the revolution started and I do think that she became interested in politics etc at around the same time, especially afted she first read about it.

Finally, with a good chance of a time skip occurring it means that Maria can finish the show as an adult, with all the growth and character development that comes with it. And she can start making her own way in the world

#castlevania nocturne spoilers #castlevania nocturne #maria renard

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Ashley Brown Callout Post

Let me start this off by saying you are completely valid if you like Ashley. Most people do. And I used to like her to until I really thought about her actions. Not that I’m trying to change any opinions. It’s not unreasonable to like or even love Ashley. Which is why it makes me mad that people think it’s unreasonable to dislike or hate her.

I would also like to emphasize that I think seeing her as a kind of shitty person makes her more interesting in my eyes. And the characters having layers of darkness brought out of them over the course of the night is one of my favorite things about the game.

I swear I love this game but I’m about to hate on like every character.

First, I wanna talk about Ashley’s most divisive scene. Her killing Chris. Not “freezing” or whatever. Murder by inaction. Because a lot of people for some reason always act like Ashley’s disdain for Chris doesn’t play a factor in this decision. If they wanted to convey her freezing up, then this was a big fumble on the writers part because they absolutely did not.

Like, look at the scene. Shawty walks up to the door, reaches out an arm like she’s about to open it, then flashbacks to him shooting her implying that’s what she was remembering, as every other time a flashback happens it’s a characters thought. So she certainly didn’t blank. And then while staring him dead in the eyes, backs away from the door and watches him die.

To me, that is calculated. That is vengeance. TOO LATE?! Girl WHAT? And I have seen people legitimately claim that it was all because she was just scared. Don’t get me wrong, I think fear and desperation definitely played a part of it. She had that primal monkey brain going on taking control of her. But you gotta be a different breed of stone cold to stare him in the eyes as he gets decapitated in front of you. Even if you are hella dissociating, she’s perfectly fine in the alt timeline. And the breath she takes it makes it seems like she’s relieved and accepting of what just happened.

Side tangent: I’ve heard people say this was a deliberate change of character to punish people for choosing a choice Chris would never choose. That makes me have an aneurysm. If he would supposedly NEVER do it, then why does he?! Why does he have the option??? Until Dawn to me has always felt like a game where no choice is inherently out of character. Differing choices simply play up different aspects of their personality or show a different side to them. So if this is somehow true, then that is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. And this builds upon the hidden darkness thing I mentioned earlier.

Honestly, I think Chris shooting Ashley to save himself is his hidden darkness. Possibly nearly killing the girl TWICE in one night via saw trap and by shooting her in the face as she’s begging for her life, all to serve his own interests. I don’t blame Chris for this. Man has been put through the wringer. And honestly, I wouldn’t blame Ashley for letting that subtle disdain and fear take hold of her when she allows Chris to perish. It would be hypocritical of me not to. Here’s the thing though, that’s a POSSIBLE reality.

What really bothers me is should Chris aim the gun at himself first, Ashley goes all “wait no babe shoot me instead.” And DO NOT try to say she wasn’t really saying Chris shoot her, because I don’t know how anyone could see that dialogue and think otherwise. Even when people try to justify it, it still makes no sense to me. To me, this comes off as Ashley just saying things since she doesn’t expect Chris to follow through and wants to seem like a good person. Ashley in general comes off to me as someone who tries to gaslight themselves into thinking they’re a better person than they really are. Which, yeah, everyone has done at some point in their lives. But for Ashley this is a trait that kind of looms over her head to me.

And even if she pulled that self-sacrifice BS, her relationship with Chris STILL drops to zero afterwards. Saying something you don’t mean is one thing. Killing someone over them believing your BS is a whole different ballpark. Say what you want about Emily, but at least with Emily you know where you stand. Then, she acts all dismissive of his death and LIES about what happened to the police. At least factually. Maybe she’d like to believe that she really had just froze. But actions speak louder.

Speaking of Emily though, let’s talk about the scene in the basement. Now, straight out the gate I wanna say I don’t hold Ashley responsible should Emily get shot. That is all Mike, who is such a fucking ape in this scene. All of them are (safe for Sam). But this ain’t about that dumbass right now. And no, I don’t think Ashley was advocating for Emily’s death. But I also don’t think she wasn’t NOT advocating for Emily’s death. She certainly didn’t object in the moment. Neither did Chris because, again, ape, but Ashley was way more vocal than he was about making her leave over NO EVIDENCE. ZILCH. NADA. Don’t even pretend like she didn’t know Emily was gonna die out there because she most definitely would have. And it’s this high impulsivity that Ashley displays that I honestly find annoying af.

And before you start with the “well if you were in her shoes-“ I’m gonna stop you right there. I am one year off Ashley’s age, and I am staking my life on no the fuck I wouldn’t. Because if I thought my friend, even if that friend was Emily, was possibly turning into a monster, I would still stall and find any excuse not to kill them. Especially because I would never forgive myself if we got someone killed someone who I still considered a friend. Even if indirectly. My people pleasing ass could never. Though I sincerely hope I never have to find out.

If my friend almost got me killed whether it be by forcing me to waltz to my death or by riling up the gorilla that is Mike by screaming bloody murder. Again, I don’t care if it’s realistic because ain’t no one else in that room except the aforementioned ooga booga man were in hysterics like those two doofuses were. Based on nothing except assumptions, might I add. The thought of pushing her out of the way to save myself would have at the very least crossed my mind. Say what you want but Ashley is the last person I would want on my team because she is NOT a team player. Shes only a team player when it’s convenient and that is not conducive.

Also her screaming gets on my nerves sometimes. This isn’t related to anything it’s just the truth. Granted all of her freakouts are VERY well acted. I actually love the way she is played. Though, that’s not saying much because every performance in UD is fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ironically, it was while making this rant that I realized I don’t hate Ashley as much as I thought I did. Honestly, I wouldn’t even say I really dislike her. (Hard to tell with everything I just said, I know.) Is she still the least baddest bitch in the game? Without question. (Except for when she stabs the psycho that was pretty sick) But a lot of her flaws make her interesting, and she stands out amongst the cast for both better and worse. I think people tend to fail to recognize the bad parts of her and try justifying her actions in moments where they really aren’t justifiable.

You fic writers though… lemme tell you. You guys are cracked at writing her. Keep doing the lords work.

Meeting adjured. *law and order sound effect.*

#until dawn #ashley brown #rant post #don’t take this too seriously

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streets-in-paradise · 2 years

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Untill Death Tear Us Apart - Andy Barclay x (fem) Reader/ Chucky x (fem) Reader

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Word Count 2 K

Warnings: Chucky playing family in a slightly reminiscent way to Curse. The family dynamic of the reader and her kids is inspired on alternative!Wanda with Tommy and Billy on Multiverse of Madness. Also, I am not paying any attention to the timelines and just writing what occured to me.

Summary: Andy and Kyle arrive to your house to find a scene that doesn’t match with anything they have seen before. Your sons have a Chucky and he found a way to include you in their playing.

Notes: This sorta includes some Andy and Chucky fighting over the reader into the tension of a Chucky Season 1 hunting scene.

Tags: @losersclubisms

" There he is, my husband!" You cheered as one of the twins brought the red haired doll to the living room.

The government people interviewing you seemed very weirded by that description. They didn't know it was part of a game you used to play with your kids. The therapist said it was normal and you treated it as a coping mechanism to deal with grief, so you carried along with it.

The doll was placed in your lap to continue, your son said Chucky preferred it that way.

" The boys like to play a game where I am married to their favorite doll. " You tried to explain, provide context because the reactions were uncomfortable to stand.

They were looking at you like you were crazy and you wouldn't blame them. The woman at least, because the man was too busy directing hateful glances towards the doll for some reason. It was very unusual, considering how exquisitely nice he was with you all the time before.

" Then we should list him as head of the house. " The blond lady joked, kindly following the game. " Name? "

" CHUCKY!!" The boys answered her, both at once.

" Should we count him as married?"

Kyle was doing the smartest thing, delaying the moment of the confrontation to figure more things out. The presented anomaly was worthy of being investigated a bit further. In no other house they have visited before there was a Chucky showing such closeness with a parent.

" Yes, the kids made us a marriage ceremony and everything. " You playfully confessed to her what you saw as a mere cute anecdote about your kids' occurrences. " Chucky says that we are together until death tear us apart. "

" He doesn't believe in divorce. Doesn't he?"

You thought that those strange phrases the kids would come up with had to be with the close experience of death in their lives. Death tore you and their father apart, so they imagined Chucky would say that to symbolize he would never leave because he can't die.

In fact, It meant that your life depended of his amusement.

" He likes to sleep in mommy's bed, we let him so she wouldn't feel lonely. " One of the boys continued. " Husbands must sleep with their wifes."

" They come up in the middle of the night when I am asleep and place him beside me. I discover him when I wake up and most times it freaks me out a bit. These two pranksters insist on saying that Chucky climbs to my bed on his own."

Playing dad to manipulate the children was one thing, but the described behavior was far beyond that. Neither Kyle or Andy had a clue on why you were still alive.

Why was he seeking chances to be alone with you if he wasn't trying to kill you?

What they didn't know was that Chucky got to like your lovely family and he liked you. His initial plan was the usual, but it changed when he realized that he enjoyed playing family among you. The twins adored him and you were a great mother, a beautiful woman and a loving wife to the man you once were married to.

Instead of manipulating your kids into killing like he was supposed to, he attempted to possess your husband so he could take his place. The unnecessary struggle presented complicated things and he had to kill him. It left him unfortunately stuck on the doll body, doing a few killings here and there to keep himself entertained while waiting for you to develop the slightest glimpse of a crush on someone whose body he could steal.

After many months having you only through the games of your sons, he finally heard your silly laugh of embarrassment coming out while talking with a man and he couldn't believe who he was.

Why it always had to be him fucking things up? Andy freaking Barclay, the mistake of fate that grew up to become the greatest pain in his ass. He was there to stop him and, not satisfied with that, he was also being way too friendly with you.

" We love Chucky and he loves us. " A childish voice defended him. " He likes when mommy sings for us, so we sing for him."

The children were about to make one of their cute numbers, but you sweetly cut them off.

" There is no time for that. Our visits are working and they need to get to tons of other houses in time. "

" If it depended of me, I would stay all afternoon." Andy glanced at you as sweetly as the situation allowed him to. " Your mom is a wonderful host and she makes delicious coffee."

" Pass by anytime and I will bake something for you to have with the coffee. A pie, brownies. "

" Chucky likes your cookies. " Your son insisted, what you understood as himself asking for cookies.

" Yes sweetheart, but we don't know what our guests prefer. "

Chucky observed you long enough to know that was a sign of interest and, considering how suddenly confident Andy was showing himself, it was probably mutual.He was very pissed off, ready to jump over that little man as soon as the situation would allow him to.

' I like to be hugged' The recorded voice said while accidentally activated, or at least you guessed so.

" Owww, isn't he the cutest thing ever? They don't make dolls this cute anymore. "

Kyle was too confused at that point. Were her brother and the doll competing for your attention as part of their tension build up before a fight? That would at least explain one of their doubts. It was hard to remember he wasn't just some superstrong doll, there was a crazy man inside that could be enjoying keeping you alive for a while because he wanted you.

Keeping you and the kids safe was a priority, but Chucky was secure in the position he adopted so a clean shot would be impossible. Since that was how he wanted to play, Andy was more than willing to keep the bickering going because he had the upper hand.

He was a man in his own body, your attention was on him. He was talking to you, making you smile... Perhaps at the edge of getting a date? There was nothing Chucky could do about it without revealing himself to you, what would make you release him in shocked horror and into a good spot to open fire.

Death would have to tear you apart, but he was going to bring it to Chucky before the doll could get bored and bring death to you.

#andy barclay #chucky #charles lee ray #andy barclay x reader #chucky x reader #alex vincent #brad dourif #chucky 2021 #cult of chucky #curse of chucky #child's play #chucky 2021 fanfiction #chucky fanfiction

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Now that Yandere Dev is dead in the water and his game is as deep in the sand as he is.. I, a random person on the internet, vote that we as a community take the concept of Yandere Simulator and make it into something better!

Because the concept IS decent, just the execution needs work... A lot of work.

Everyone should have their own ideas for it so Imma say my vague concept that I probably won't ever bring up again.

For my new take on the concept, for one, almost all the main characters are actually going to be adults. It's stated that they already are but that's bullshit that Yandere Dev clearly used to justify some in game bullshit, they're in fucking high school, maybe one could be 18, but not fucking all of them.

Second, I might replace Ayano with some demonic or otherworldly being that's not exactly in love with Taro but heavily obsessive and interested in him, possessive even. Because honestly, while the point of the story IS a Yandere school girl, that topic has been milked to absolute death and is prone to get boring as hell. Plus, it's my idea to rewrite the story, I can take it as far as I damn want!

If Ayano is a demonic being in this, possibly Taro could be in this occult team/club/gang/cult so that way Ayano has REASON to be interested and connected to him.

Taro, in this rewrite, is a complex person. He's a nice guy, lives alone with and takes care of his 13 year old sister after his dad ditched them and he kiiiinnnda murdered his mom for the cult he's in and because he just disliked her. Yeah, Taro ain't no goodie two shoes bland mf now! He may be nice, treats his sister well, and partly believes he's a good person but he's in a cult, is willing to murder people who he thinks deserves it or anyone who threatens to find out about his crimes, and he supports cannibalism, under the right circumstances though. He still comes off as, and kinda is, a nice guy who wants to help people in any way he can, real protective of his friends and whom he dubs as innocent. He's got the mentality of wanting to see half the world burn and half the world blossom, he wants all those he thinks are bad or beyond helping to suffer while he wants the ones he believes are innocent to live happy and healthy lives.

Him and Ayano's dynamic is something I'm still thinking about honestly, as while rewriting the other characters is somehow easy, rewriting Ayano is just a pain for me somehow, it's hard to really rewrite anything about her and I don't know why. I may keep her emotionless thing going on though, not sure.

For Taro's sister, she's a slightly bratty newly teen, is very attached to her brother as he's the only family she has left but isn't overly affectionate with him, if anything, she's the most bratty with him. She doesn't expect too much from him and doesn't believe she can pout or whine to get her way but slightly does so to be petty and because Taro doesn't really react negatively to it... Yet. She has no idea what happened to her mom, just views her as missing, and has no idea Taro is in a cult. To her, she's got a normal life, despite her mom going missing and viewing her dad as the biggest jackass alive.

Taro and Osana's relationship and meeting is pretty different in this, Osana won't be Taro's childhood friend, I'll be giving that to someone else, instead Osana is a girl living in an apartment building, cooped up in her apartment and barely interacting with the outside world. After a stalking and obsessive situation she was the victim of, leading to the death of her cat, she swore she'd never trust the world again. Her apartment is a mess as she has no friends, she cut off her family, and she has no one to even talk to, she could technically be counted as a slob but at least she keeps herself clean. She hates the world and especially has issues with men.

When she meets with Taro for the first time, she wants absolutely nothing to do with him, constantly is mean to him, insults him, ect. Taro would've not dealt with her after their first interaction but learns what a state she's in from the apartment building owner and vows to try to help her and be kind to her. Why? Because he feels bad for her... And because he accidentally ran over a cat so he feels the need to feel better about himself, using the excuse of trying to prove to the world or some higher force that he can still be a good person. So...

I will leave it there! My ramblings went off the rails and this is only a concept that I have no idea I'll even touch on again.

#random post #random thoughts #just random ideas #yandere simulator #story idea #story rewrite #yandere sim revamp #yandere sim rewrite #concept #story concept #rewrite #rewrite concept #idk what to call this #idk how to tag this #for fun #i actually think i like taro's character in this

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dear-mrs-otome · 2 years

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Silvio Ricci - Your Fault I'm So Horknee Event - Premium End

Standard Disclaimer: I do this for fun. I don’t, and never would, claim to be proficient at JP. There will be mistakes herein. There will be dialogue I choose to smooth out or change, because it feels choppy just straight translating. There will be the occasional snarky aside and irreverence and just plain summarizing. If you’re looking for 100% pure accuracy, without commentary or localizing, this is not for you. If you don’t mind that…then proceed, and I hope you enjoy! And please, support your local localizer (they make this stuff look easy) and Cybird by playing the games and routes when they come to English.

Note: This story event, like others recently, requires one to finish the Sweet End before the Premium can be chosen. The Premium is an expansion on and slight continuation of the events of the Sweet, but from the suitor POV - as is the epilogue. This post contains the Premium end only. The beginning of the story and the Sweet end can be found here. I will post the Epilogue separately.

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After he’d brought her home from Rhodolite to Benitoite, the problem became glaringly obvious.

“...There’s way more,” Silvio says.

“There is more,” Carlo agrees.

They’re looking over the vast quantity of things filling up Silvio’s room, enough to leave him stunned. All gifts, but not a one addressed to him - they’re all for her.

It’s not necessarily a bad thing…but it rubs him wrong. “Toss them all in the storehouse,” he instructs Carlo.

Carlo asks whether he should give the report of it all to Emma. Silvio tells him no need, but that he should hold onto it so it can be given to her at some point down the line.

“And when will that be?” Carlo asks.

Silvio frowns. “I don’t know. But at the very least, not now." He says that getting so many gifts will only trouble her.

The only people who are circling her now are merchants with entrepreneurial designs, the sort who would only see her as a tool to use…and it’s not a pleasant feeling. But above all, none of these gifts are fitting for Emma, given that she values the sorts of things money can’t buy.

Emma isn’t some tool to be used for business. What the hell do you all think you’re doing with my girl?

That’s just how business works - schmoozing is part and parcel of the deal. But when it comes to her, he has a hard time being objective about it. He knows better than anyone how empty relationships based around money are.

“...As good a man as always…” Carlo says softly, and Silvio grabs him by the head, scowling, until a flailing Carlo swears he won’t say it again.

“I’m not a good person. I just don’t like it,” Silvio corrects him.

I should be the only one to give Emma gifts in the first place.

He can’t claim to not want to keep that privilege all to himself.

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It’s important that Emma be made known to many people, especially given that she can’t avoid social life if she’s to be the next king’s consort. Receiving gifts also falls under the umbrella of official duties…but people’s assessing stares are just too much for him to bear. That’s the sort of selfishness that has him keeping her from talking to others.

“You’re too overprotective, Silvio,” she says to him aboard the ship at the launch party, saying she’s figured out why he won’t let her speak with people.

He’s a bit taken aback at her proclamation that she’s figured out the truth…and it’s only made worse when she hits the nail on the head. Realizing she’s seen right through him.

Emma’s no fool, he knows…but she doesn’t seem ready to rebuke him for being selfish, much to his relief.

She lays out how he only steps in when people try to dig, and he’s not surprised by how observant she is as the former Belle.

“...It bothers me,” he admits. “All they care about is taking advantage of you.” He says he knows that’s partly just how the business world works, but he hates the idea of everything being about money when it comes to her. “Relationships built solely on money are hollow.”

You’re the one who made me realize that.

After she hears him out, she takes a deep breath, and declares she’s got to get better. Has to build relationships that move beyond marks on the ledger. Surprised by her proclamation and the way she seems so confident about it.

There are few women who would choose to change themselves rather than complain about their situations, in his experience, and he’s overwhelmed by how stinking adorable she is right now. Somehow barely managing to hold himself back.

Instead he comments on how she’s cheeky like that…but to himself he thinks that maybe he was too overprotective, and stifling her. She’s not incapable.

“You’d better come through on this, or I really won’t let you talk to anyone,” he threatens on a smile, and she assures him she’s got this.

I’ve ignored your will…he admits to himself, vowing to fix that.

She assures him she’s not as weak as he might think, and he concedes that - and also his difficulties in figuring out the right path to take when it comes to her. Whether to be strict or to coddle her. And when he says as much, she seems to be smiling with great amusement before enthusiastically telling him she doesn’t mind him being a bit harsh, she can take it and not let him down.

“Is that so…” Inside, he’s pleading with her to have mercy on him and stop saying such precious things in public.

“Then I’ll stop coddling you. I’m going to be strict with you.”

He reaches out to her without thinking - desperately wanting to hug her, after so long without. Then realizing that he doesn’t think just a hug will be enough. But she takes a step back for some reason, and he doesn’t mean to protest so loudly but he does. “I said I’d stop babying you, the ban should be lifted.”

She admits she didn’t mean to move away, and he demands she not do so then - silently begging her to hurry up and give in, because he doesn’t think he can take any more of this.

Or is she doing it on purpose?

When he moves in again, she backs up again, and he doesn’t understand why. She protests that they’re somewhere public, AKA on board, and everyone could be watching, but he doesn’t see the problem given that she’s his woman.

“It’s…embarrassing, isn’t it?” she asks.

Something seems to snap inside of him at that. Hunting her down, he tries to trap her against the wall, blaming her for all this and telling her to take responsibility - the two of them devolving in to bickering and chasing each other heedless of the party.

If I don’t have to go easy on her, then I don’t have to hold back on wanting her, right? he reasons.

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In the end, Emma proves the tougher opponent. Winning the on-board chase, and refusing to lift the no-touch ban even when they’re in the carriage on the way home.

“No more objections?” he asks, once they’ve returned to his room, but her response is tepid at best. And he doesn’t comprehend why she keeps her distance, almost as if wary of him. “Why are you acting like that? I thought you lifted the ‘no-touch’ ban.”

“I did. I did, but…I’m just weirdly nervous, because I haven’t been touched by you in awhile,” she explains.

“Huh?” he scowls.

She tries to tell him she’s gotta mentally prep herself, after so long, and he’s simultaneously scoffing aloud at that while internally wailing over how cute she is.

Anything resembling reason is utterly gone by now - leaving behind only beastly, irresistible desire.

“You told me I could touch you as much as I wanted to when we got back to my room, didn’t you?” he reminds her, and she haltingly affirms. “If you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be touched, I’ll remind you.”

If she’s not giving him the red light, he’s not about to take it easy, or to stop. He backs her into the corner of the room and sweeps her up into his arms before dropping a flustered Emma down atop the table, savoring the long-absent feeling of her warmth.

“Silvio…mnn.”

He kisses her, hard, to stop her words when she tries to object…and her hesitation about being touched doesn’t seem to extend to being kisses, because she seems to remember how to do so just fine. Her tongue meeting his halfway eagerly.

He knows she’s been wanting this for awhile now, badly. A longing look in her eyes whenever she touched him, whether she was aware of it or not…but he’s been painfully so.

Aloud, he accuses her of having really put him through the wringer as he carefully peels off the dress that had been made just for today and kneels on the floor. Emma coming out of her kiss-fueled daze and back to her senses.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“You’ll see,”he promises.

She flails at that and he takes her legs and spreads them firmly apart, over her embarrassed protests.

“Ten days,” he says, and she doesn’t follow. “”It’s been ten days since I last touched you. I’ll have you regretting you ever made me endure it that long.”

He’s been teased so much, nothing remains but painful desire. Pressing his lips to the tip of her toe, he kisses a slow path upwards - Emma making half-protests the entire time, but it’s obvious her heart isn’t in them.

To himself, he blames her for all of this, for being so cute. All on her entirely.

Working his way up past her knees, trailing kisses up her thighs - higher, to the place he knows will get him the best reaction of all…

(Silvio’s desire level: 150)

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<< Sweet End || Epilogue >> (TBC)

#spoiler #spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #mrs o loves salty seadogs #mrs o's translations of dubious quality #ikepri jp summary

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vampsquerade · 2 years

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Could I please ask for Smoke comforting the reader? Thank you!

of course you can, anon! thank you so much for your request! can we talk about how fucking hot smoke looks in the game? like…whole face revealed in the game’s engine…that card oh my god…WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE RAINBOW FOR NIGHTHAVEN YOU PIECE OF SHI- dies

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Smoke x GN!Reader: A Better Option

Trigger Warnings: angst with a happy ending, comfort/hurt, really bad breakups, physical altercations, confessions of love

Sitting outside on the porch of your now ex-partner’s home, you wait patiently in tears for the person you were calling to pick up. After one more ring, there was a click, “Y/N, you never call at this hour. What’s wrong mate?” It was James. “Are…Are you busy? I need somebody to come pick me up, and you were the first person that came to mind…” you say. “You’re in luck, I’m driving right now. Tell me where you are and I’ll go get you.” James asked. “I’m at my ex’s house…I’m sorry for bothering you while you were driving…” you apologize. “Oi, don’t you go apologizing for anything. You can never bother me.” James reassured, voice now firm. “O-Okay…I’ll see you soon…” you say softly. “Grand.” James said before you hung up on him.

You continue to wait patiently for him, continuing to cry into your knees on the front porch. After a bit of alone time outside, your ex’s front door opens the same time a car pulls up in front of their house, “Y/N…please listen to me. It was just an accident! We were drunk, a-and it didn’t mean anything!” your ex yells behind you. You quickly stand and walk off their porch, storming towards James who had now stepped out of his car. “What the bloody hell did you do to them, hm? The fuck’s the reason why they’re standing outside in the cold at this fucking hour of the night?” James asked angrily. “And who are you? Did…did this dumb fucking idiot really get mad at me for cheating? Ha! For all I know, Y/N’s probably been cheating on me this whole time.” your ex stated matter of factly.

A painful twist in your heart causes more tears to well in your eyes, and that’s when things get physical. James quickly throws a punch at your ex, causing them to stagger backwards. “The name’s James Fucking Porter, and you’ll do damn well to remember it. Arms up, prick. I ain’t leaving ‘til I punch your teeth in, or ‘til you apologize to Y/N for even thinking they would cheat on some sack of shit like you.” he says. Your ex shakes their head and steady themself before throwing a slightly disoriented punch back. James quickly ducks before standing back up, delivering a right hook to his jaw hard and knocking him out. The person your ex cheated on you with comes outside after hearing the commotion and storms over to James, only for him to raise his fist at them.

“Clear off or get snookered,” he warned, causing them to completely freeze up and stare at James like a deer in headlights. “Take that bloody prick inside. And start packing all of Y/N’s things soon, we’ll be back tomorrow for it all. If there’s anything missing, you’re paying for it. In full.” The other person froze in place and nodded, reaching down and dragging your ex back inside the house. You just stare at the situation that unfolded in front of you, wondering why James had gotten so aggressively protective like that.

James then turns around and motions for you to get into the passenger’s seat of his car and you do so, buckling yourself in quietly. He gets into the driver’s seat and slams the car door shut before buckling himself in and starting the car again. The atmosphere is tense, and you do your best not to make a single sound as James begins to drive away. You didn’t want to bother him further, already hating yourself for looking absolutely pathetic in front of him. But he didn’t say anything at all. James was deathly silent for once, and you knew it was because of your current situation. Seeing you in a state like this made him feel terrible, it practically killed him.

After a bit of driving, James pulled into a nearly forgotten pathway before stopping his car and getting out. You don’t hesitate but to follow suit and get out, watching James for his next move. He then went to the trunk of his car and grabbed a blanket, walking to you and draping said blanket over your shoulders. “Stick close to me, I’ll get you sorted.” he commands gently, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You nod silently, and the two of you begin walking down another path that went to the left. The fresh autumn air breezes through you, making you shiver slightly and pull the blanket closer to yourself. James feels you moving a bit, and he wraps his arm around you a bit tighter to try and keep you warm.

Soon enough, the two of you reach a lone bench underneath a giant, beautiful tree and sit down together on it. Once you’ve been sat, your body begins trembling as your emotions begin to consume you like the waves of a dark and violent ocean again. You’re crying again, except this time, much more audibly and way harder than before. James turns you to face him and he holds you tightly, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. He lets you cry for as long as you need to before you feel a bit more relieved, gently pushing away from him so you could explain everything. “I…found them cheating on me when I got home from a late shift at the hospital…they said it was an accident, blaming it on the fact that they were drunk…” you say.

James wipes your tears from your face gently, moving his oxygen mask down for a moment to give you a kiss on the forehead before putting it back in place. “The fact that they left you out there all alone for so long without even waiting outside for someone to get you was proof enough they didn’t care at all.” he said. “I just get tunnel vision sometimes, you know..? I never would have thought they did this and…what if this isn’t the first time, and it’s just been the time I caught them?” you ask. “Don’t overthink about that wanker. There’s other people out there who will treat you like you’re their most prized possession.” James said, looking you directly in the eye. You see something hiding beneath the sharp anger and darkness he was feeling towards your ex right now, but you couldn’t quite decipher it. “What do you mean by that specifically..?” you ask. James’ eyes now soften, revealing a shine in them you’d never seen before.

It was love.

“I would never treat you like that. You don’t deserve to be sad over some sorry excuse of a person who didn’t love you enough. You deserve to be loved and cared for. And…I reckon I wouldn’t mind if I was the one who gave that to you.” James confessed. Your eyes widened, and before you could speak, James moved his oxygen mask once more and leaned forward to kiss you. Body frozen as if the universe itself had paused all functions, you’re shocked he even had feelings like this for you. Once he pulled away, James gave you a hopeful look, “Please let me be the one to do that for you. Let me be the one who treats you right. I’ve never quite felt like this for anybody in my life.” he said. “Wh-What if your daughter doesn’t like this idea..?” you ask. “You know how much she cares about you. She wouldn’t mind it one bit.” he said.

You contemplate it for a moment, before coming to another realization about yourself. This whole time, before your ex cheated on you, you had always felt something for James beneath the surface. He was so much more fun than your ex, life was refreshing with him every time he was around before a mission. “I’ll have to take you up on that…thank you, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize how you felt about me sooner…I would have left that idiot long ago if you just told me…” you say. “No worries. I didn’t understand these feelings I had for you, just knew I had ‘em. But tonight, thinking of these feelings, it’s much different from what I thought it was. I love you.” he said right off the bat. You smile softly, “I love you too…you’re the best.”

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s smoke #james porter #smoke x reader #angst #angst fic #angst with a happy ending #eventual fluff #fluff #confessions #x reader #x reader angst #x reader fluff #r6s x reader angst #r6s x reader fluff #r6s SAS

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Not Everyone is Having Fun

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC), Sunstreaker X Lily Jones (OC) Description: The six friends play a game Lily and Sideswipe created based on a video game they've been playing. Sunstreaker is displeased with the idea.

Day 22; @fluffyfebruary: sacrifice @fluffbruary: Key | silly | Quest

"Really?" Sunstreaker sighs. "Oh, come on, it'll be fun," Lily smiles. Crosshairs, Drift, and Jamie agree with the two's idea. "They also dragged me into this," the six hear Cogman say, "the sacrifices I make." "We asked you to hide a key, geez," Lily comments. The game's objective to find the key doesn't please Sunstreaker. Lily and Sideswipe call it a quest. Sunstreaker's sole focus is to remove Lily and Sideswipe's video game once the stupid game is done. Crosshairs, Drift, and Jamie question how long Lily and Sideswipe have planned this game? And did Cogman have to help further than hiding a key? "Come on, it's just a silly game," Drift comments. "That's the problem, it's stupid."

While displeased about the game, Sunstreaker still follows his friends onto the field.

You're going to be an aft the entire time, aren't you? Sideswipe asks through the bond. This is stupid. You're just showing Lily not to do anything with her. Sideswipe warns.

Lily and Sideswipe have planned a fun game, but they worry the clues will be too easy even if Cogman wrote them. Lily now doesn't care if the game ends quickly. The six split into two teams, get the clues, and go their separate ways. Lily is quiet as the terror twins figure out the first clue. "At least Cogman made this a challenge," Sideswipe comments. Sunstreaker only nods as he looks at Lily. I told you. Sideswipe says. As much as she knows you don't like games, she was eager to get you to play this. We knew this would be a one-time game. Sunstreaker sighs, hating what he has done, but he really does not feel thrilled about this game.

Jamie and her guardians reach the spot to clue lead to first. Despite this, Lily and Sideswipe remain confident in reaching the next location. Lily didn't expect Sideswipe meant that he'd carry her while running to the next location. Sunstreaker watches Crosshairs, and Jamie follows them before feeling himself being stopped. "We need to talk," Drift says, "more like you need a lesson in relationships," Sunstreaker knows Drift is right, "you need to make sacrifices sometimes in relationships, even friendships. You know how mine and Jamie's relationship is. Getting her to go out is often a challenge. I'd like to take her on dates. It's been great the past couple of weeks, but I don't think it'll last with her mental health." "Sideswipe said Lily was eager to play this game and hoped I'd play." "Probably will be the only time." The two go to find their friends. Assuming they're all together.

Drift and Sunstreaker didn't think they'd already find their friends at the last clue. "A key?" Crosshairs asks displeased. "Yes, and now we have to find Cogman," Lily explains. Sideswipe smiles. "You two asked Cogman to take a locked box of candy and hide the key, didn't you?" Sunstreaker asks.

Cogman is in the kitchen, making dinner and waiting for the six to return. "Twenty minutes," he comments, seeing the six walk into the kitchen, "too easy." Cogman gets the small chest from the top shelf in the cabinet and puts it on the counter. Lily opens the box, and sure enough, there's candy. Enough for all six and their favorites. "No one's eating candy now!" Cogman scolds. Lily and Sideswipe silk and leave the room. "That was interesting," Drift comments. "And we will not be playing again," Sunstreaker declares and leaves the kitchen.

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I think for both HL and WD boys wife crush moment would be reader very enthusiast reaction on their win/make a score. It could be a video taken by someone or her exited babbling after the game where she talks about her favorite moment and how proud she is. And they be like 🥺😍🥰

HL:

The final moments of the game were constricted to seconds and for a moment you had forgotten how to breathe. For a moment, as you watched Ari standing in the players bench, the Bruins skating hard toward the open net, you had forgotten the process of inhaling oxygen.

It had only clicked in your head, the action of breathing when the siren sound of a goal by the centre forward and assistant captain. Your breath had been bated as Barnes slammed the blade of the stick into the puck and the chunk of rubber flew into the open net to allow the Bruins to get another goal.

The eruption of cheering fans and screaming diehards had drew you to breathe again. With the solidified win, you had joined some of the other hockey wives in screaming with excitement following the high of the win. They were a tight knit community you’d been welcomed into despite some of the age differences between you and them.

“They won!” Their cheers, their excitement couldn’t be understated as the wives had been as zealous as you were to go and greet your significant others, and as the allotted time to wait to greet them had ended, you had left the private box and made your way toward Ari’s office.

“He’s in a great mood,” Barnes had stopped you down the hall, a bright smile on his face, “we’re going to celebrate. You in?”

The offer was denied and Bucky had agreed that another time would be best. The idle chat had ended and you had slipped into Ari’s office and stalked toward him, your alpha and mate waiting for you.

“My favourite person,” Ari’s mood was bright, like Bucky had stated, “you came to see me quick.”

“That was intense! I didn’t think I breathed the entire time during the last ten minutes and then Bucky just…” you emphasized your point with your hands, ranting excitedly while Ari sat back and watched you, his smile shifting from excited to tender brimming with longing.

“I am so in love with you.” Ari interrupted you, his voice wavering. “I hope you know how madly in love with you I really am.”

“Ari,” your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widened slightly, “you know I love you too-“

“I mean it, Y/N. I’m so crazy about you.” He stood and walked toward you, hands resting on your hips when he came to stand before you. “You’re everything to me.”

WD:

“Beanie baby!” Bucky’s voice cut through the noise and he had picked you up from the turf and spun you twice, his lips grazing your cheek. “Did you like the game?”

“You won! And it was amazing!” You chimed when you were set down again, your excitability unfounded. “I swear, when the other team got a touchdown during the last…quarter? I was so nervous! And then Steve-!”

Steve beamed, his smile bright as he shared a look with Bucky, his gear dirty and grass stained. The rest of the team was being hounded with congratulations from the other girlfriends, cheerleaders, fans but all they cared about was you.

“You’re cute, love.” Steve had this stupid grin on his face, his eyes incredibly warm and soft as he looked upon you.

“The way you threw the ball-“ you motioned with your hand, swinging your hand a little too far and fast, accidentally clipping Bucky. “Shit! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it, beanie babe.” Bucky slipped his hands around your waist and lift you effortlessly from the grass. “You wanna run a touchdown?”

“A what?” You squeaked, grabbing onto Steve’s shoulder pads when you were set upon his back, your legs held secure by his hands. “Steve!”

“The most important touchdown of the night. Does Rogers have it in him?” Bucky cupped his hands around his mouth. “ROGERS! ROGERS! ROGERS!”

“I hate you!” You shrieked when he started running with you on his back, taking off full bore toward the end zone.

“No you don’t!” Bucky called after the two of you and then sighed. “I’m gonna marry them one day.”

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A DekuBaku A/B/O Fic Rec

I have compiled a list of A/B/O fic recs. I have included Titles, Descriptions and etc.

A/B/O II

Knot Typical by Sweet Fictional Dreams Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Tags: Rut/Heat, Smut, Switching Description: Katsuki wasn't your typical Omega, despite how many 'pick me Omegas' said that shit on the daily. Katsuki literally was not like your typical Omega. Not only did he tower over almost everyone he met, but he was also aggressive like a pissed cat and had canines akin to a wolf. His scent wasn't like melting sugary candy or a summer breeze

Perfection by Kellimari Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Tags: Nesting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Porn Description: Katsuki Bakugo is getting closer to his heat. His Mate and Husband, Izuku Midoriya, is preparing for a good and safe time. Expect a lot of fluff and making love.

Loved by MakeshiftDust Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Tags: Top Midoriya Izuku, Wholesome, Alternate Universe - Fantasy Description: Katsuki is an omega and his parents send him away to be a mate for the leader of another clan. No one speaks his language and he feels like he doesn’t matter. He misses his home. One night he decides to leave but on his way out of the village, he meets a stranger in the woods.

Bakugou Katsuki is a Fucking Brat by The_Fanfiction_Alchemist Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Tags: Scenting, Aftercare , Getting Together Description: Katsuki knows this isn’t a fight worth winning, but he can’t stand the idea of losing to Deku one more fucking time. “You think that flaring your scent is gonna make me cower, Deku?” Katsuki snarls. “You think that threatening me with your fangs is gonna make me submit like a good Omega?” “Oh, please,” Deku scoffs. “You’ll never be a ‘good Omega.’ You’d rip someone’s throat out and bathe in their blood before you’d ever submit.” Katsuki followed Deku back to his stupid new office, itching to unleash his fury on the shitty nerd for the bullshit he pulled at the press conference. There was no way he could've predicted how delicious Deku's anger would taste.

Loved by MakeshiftDust Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Tags: Scenting, Aftercare, Getting Together Description: Top Midoriya Izuku, Wholesome, Alternate Universe -Fantasy

In Between Pride And Want by Hibari1_san Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Explicit Tags: POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Ambiguous/Open Ending Description: Written for the BnHA kink meme on Dreamwidth. "Alpha!Deku x Omega!Kacchan, with bottom Bakugou. And for Bakugou to not have a problem with himself being an omega, just Deku being [a Beta turned] Alpha and his soulmate."

Sprint Condition by GreenEyesSublime Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Explicit Tags: Feral Midoriya, Protective Midoriya Izuku, Mating Run Description: The small village of Musutafu’s population is dwindling, so they’ve decided to hold a Mating Run - a tradition that’s long since fallen out of favor. But since it’s practically guaranteed to result in new alpha/omega pairs and plenty of offspring, the village elders have no other choice. Omega Katsuki doesn’t want to participate, but his parents insist. Good thing he’s familiar with the forest the Run will be held in, so he’s confident he can outpace and hide from any alpha trying to chase him down. Too bad the local mercenary, Izuku, is planning to join the festivities too - and he’s got his eyes set on a specific blond prize. It’s all run and games until you get caught. --Or, omega!Katsuki is participating in his village’s Mating Run and alpha!Izuku is in hot pursuit.

Liquid Gold by ResonantArchivist Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Tags: Lactation Kink, Consensual Somnopholia, Intersex Omegas Description: “I fucking pumped that shit, Deku!” Katsuki sobbed, staring at the bottles of liquid gold spilled carelessly on the living room rug. “My fucking tits hate the pump so bad, I just wanted to take a fucking nap with no babies for the first time in two months! But no! That’s too much to fucking ask, isn’t it!” After a stressful day, Izuku pampers his omega in the bathtub.

attention, attention! by pinchingzuku Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Tags: Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Brat, Possessive Behaviour Description: Ever since they reached the top ten rankings, Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku have been up to their noses in hero work, with endless paperwork to be done and too many villains to take down. Today's their first day off in months, and they end up celebrating in a much different way than they planned. or Katsuki just wants his Izu's attention after being in the throes of hero work, but he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

I want you to want me by Siera_Knightwalker Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Tags: Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Bakugou Katsuki, Alpha Midoriya Izuku Description: Omegaverse, where if you meet your true mate, they're the only one you'll respond to. You go into heat, but all you want is that one person. Where Katsuki and Izuku are true mates and Katsuki wants Izuku to live far more than he wants to love him.

#omegaverse #omega bakugou #alpha beta omega #dkbk #my hero academia

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