#I mean… ooc bad but it’d be interesting to see

[smoreal]

When are they gonna completely transform shadow to be ‘friendly’ and/or out of character in any new medium lmaooo

we’ve gotten kind of an asshole sonic and preachy sonic in the past, and silver’s character has changed from serious and reflective to almost skittish and nervous

Shadow’s turn when??

[rv3rblog]

gaz as your bf pt2

warnings: maybe some ooc (so srry), military inaccuracies (ik nthn abt it), english people inaccuracies (bc idk anything abt british ppl ?? like so srry i only know things abt mexicans and americans)

genre: fluff (so sweet im gna cry)

kyle “gaz” garrick x male!reader (can also be read as ftm! trans reader bc no genitalia is mentioned)

part i

look at him, so pretty hes so bf i wanna kiss him so bad. just look at him :((

gaz as ur bf pt. ii — officially dating headcannons (beginning of relationship!)

i will always imagine gaz as a silly loverboy who is so head over heels for you

when you two first started dating he’s kinda bashfull, he has a small smile on his face as he rubs his neck as he talks to you

first time he calls you pretty it catches both of you off guard

he starts trying to apologize, stuttering as he does so but once he sees you laughing and telling him it’s fine? he never stops calling you pretty :(

especially when you get shy about it and hide behind your hands

he just thinks you’re so pretty :((

he’s also most definitely the type to pepper kisses onto your face

just going all over your face when he sees you after being deployed

the first time he comes back from a mission he just sends you a text letting you know he’s back and you’re like vibrating in your seat at home

you tell him to come over whenever he wants and you send him your address

he’s slightly baffled but, he’s also so head over heels he goes over the next day

you two hang around each other all day and he sees how homely your home is and it makes him so happy

he definitely stalks around your house as he takes in every little knick knack and notices your interests

you make him dinner and he just watches you with adoration in his eyes

you just laugh at him and tell him to stop bc it’s flustering you and he doesn’t bc he think you’re just so cute when you’re pouting at him and trying to hide your face

gaz as ur bf but uve been dating for months/years

the type of bf that pouts when you don’t give him a kiss before you leave the house

if you guys go shopping he’s always following you around like a lost puppy, carrying your bags and saying you look good in everything you try on

“oh you’re so pretty baby.”

“you should get that love, it’d look nice on you.”

“you’re such a pretty boy, how did i get so lucky?”

you guys exchange letters when he’s back on base

i miss you gaz, come home soon and healthy. i need you to be safe out there. you mean a lot to me.

he carries a letter with him every time he leaves on a mission, either the first one you ever wrote him or the latest one he got

when he writes you letters he always addresses you as: lovey, baby, or my pretty boy

hey lovey, today was a hard day. training with ghost was tiring, he’s always expecting the best of us and i don’t hate it. my body is just tired right now…

to my pretty boy, your shirts stopped smelling like you a while ago. i miss you a lot…

baby, thank you for your letter (and the polaroid). i really think you should talk to your boss about it…

he has all your letters in a box under his bed at base :(

he keeps the photos you send him there as well

he wishes he could keep one with him in his wallet but he knows he’d put you in danger if he were to get captured or kia

he isn’t trying to hide them, it’s just the easiest place to grab them from after training

he takes at least two of your shirts with him to base and puts them over his pillow and cuddles it wishing it was you

whenever he has nightmares he re reads your letters as they calm him down (he imagines you’re in the room with him speaking to him)

when he’s back home he hugs you immediately and the two of you just cuddle in silence once you’re back home

he isn’t picky about the position at all, he just wants to be close to you (only really picky after a harsh mission)

he puts his dog tags on you when he’s on leave with you

the first time it happened caught you off guard

kyle looks at you, his eyes impossibly soft as he watches you reading on the couch. it’s a lazy day and all you’re really wearing is one of his shirts and your boxers.

he walks over to you and leans over your shoulder, kissing your cheek. you hum softly and look over at him.

“mm?” you hum.

“you looked peaceful,” he whispers. “cute.”

“was reading,” you whisper back. “the main character just found out that their mom is still alive.”

he hums softly and kisses your cheek again, walking over to sit next to you. he keeps his eyes on you.

“have i got something on my face?” you ask.

he shakes his head and you hum, not fully content with his answer. when you go back to your book, he takes off his dog tags and holds them in his hands for a second.

“hey love?” he asks.

you look up at him.

“come here.”

you move to sit closer to him, your book on the other side of the couch. he smiles at you, caressing your cheek as he kisses your forehead softly.

it’s then, when he does it.

he puts his dog tags over your head and watches as it settles on your chest. you gasps softly, surprised by the action. he twirls his tags around his fingers and pulls you closer to him.

“this?” he whispers, his voice dropping. “this means you’re mine pretty boy.”

[astrababyy]

y’know what? unpopular opinion, but i don’t think i would’ve minded the age difference between feysand nearly as much if it weren’t for the fact that feyre acts incredibly immature in general. not saying rhys doesn’t, but there’s this difference in the way they act that makes it really obvious that feyre’s legitimately barely an adult…

also, even the whole thing with her being a high lady at the age she is wouldn’t have been as bad if it weren’t for how she behaves. historically, a lot of people that made a big difference in the world have been quite young. i think (do NOT quote me on this pls i’m by no means an expert lol) lafayette was around 19 when he joined the americans during the revolution, wasn’t he? that’s kind of a side point, but he’s a historical figure so idk and he’s the first one that came to mind.

it really is just feyre’s behavior and mindset. she’s just really selfish and self-centered, and that’s a character flaw! which isn’t inherently a bad thing (though when it’s not called out in the text or even narrative, it’s bad writing so yk), but feyre just doesn’t have the traits of a good leader despite it.

she doesn’t have that quality about herself that gives leader vibes ig. she constantly puts herself and those she loves before others. she can’t find it in herself to have compassion and has this really black & white ideology, which could work for a leader but not with everything else. she’s arrogant and full of herself to the point of never admitting when she’s wrong. there’s this refusal to cooperate or even admit that other people have halfway decent points of views that deserve to be heard. and there’s a very clear narrative always being fed to her in book 2, and she’s so young and vulnerable in acomaf that she never questions it.

by acowar when she seems pretty recovered, feyre’s so loyal to the ic that she wouldn’t question it regardless of what state her mind’s in. there’s just so much about feyre that makes it difficult to see her as the leader type. i feel like she doesn’t display those qualities at all. she’s always seemed more like a lone warrior type than anything else.

feyre’s just so immature, and she’s like 22 by acosf so who can really blame her? that’s not an unreasonable thing, being immature in those first few books. she seems more serene in acosf, but that’s just… sjm making her ooc and that’s another convo completely.

in fantasy particularly, massive age gaps like that have their place and imo don’t have to be an inherently bad thing. i think my main issue with it has always been that the female love interest has always been so young. not in comparison or the years, but just in general. it’s so prevalent in ya, and a lot of the time the female protag will be like fucking 18-20, and it’s just so weird at that point? like, if they were in their mid to late 20s at least, it’d seem more reasonable, i think. it’s just that i legitimately cannot fathom how a person who’s centuries old can so much as tolerate a person that young. it doesn’t seem comprehensible unless the maturity rate for the much older love interest is, like, incredibly slow.

[baileypie-writes]

Heya , I hope you’ve had a wonderful break and wishing you the best in health! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

As a precure fan myself I’ve really enjoyed reading your headcanons for characters as not only are they tame but really cute to ((o(^∇^)o))

So for my request if it is possible is a Daruizen and female reader who is apart of the healin good team and is a lot more brash , teasing and pompous when out as a precure who finds Daruizen undeniably infuriating due to how unbothered and selfish he is and makes it clear through remarks and just poking fun at him whenever she can lol. I thought it’d be interesting to see headcanons on how’d he react to her and what he do in situations such as this or even just seeing a write up of a potential interaction would be really nice . I’m sorry if it seems like I’m asking for a lot and honestly take your time if you need to! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I look forward to reading more of yours posts and take care♪───Ｏ（≧∇≦）Ｏ────♪

A/N ~ Thank you for your kind and lovely request! This idea is so cool, I love it! Hope you enjoy!

~Daruizen With a Brash and Pompous Fem!Pretty Cure~

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Fandom: Healin' Good♡Precure

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Female, a Pretty Cure

Relationship: Platonic, enemies

Characters Included: Daruizen

Genre: Angst?

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mutual hatred between Reader and Daruizen, possibly OOC Daruizen?, Reader calling Daruizen an emo(I have no problem with emos. It was just for the story)

~Masterlists~

~Healin' Good♡Precure Masterlist~

Guide: Daruizen’s dialogue is green and Reader’s dialogue is uncolored.

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~ When someone like you meets someone they dislike, they don’t make any effort to hide it. That’s exactly what happened when you met Daruizen. You hated his personality from the moment you saw him lounging on a tree while his Megabyogen ran wild.

~ As you spewed your aggression and insults at him, he was amused at first. But over time, he felt himself become more and more irritated. You just kept going, never getting tired. He wishes you’d just shut up, and hate him silently.

“What’s with that choker? Are you an emo or something?”

“I don’t know what an ‘emo’ is, but probably not.”

“How do you not know what that is? Do you live under a rock?”

“Sure. Whatever…”

~ The only reactions he ever gives are dry responses. He would interact with you to get on your nerves, but doesn’t want to give you any sort of satisfaction either. Besides, he’s much too lazy to do anything else anyway. So he leaves all the talking, yelling and insulting to you.

“Gosh, you’re so annoying.”

“‘Kay.”

“I mean, don’t you have anything else to do besides poisoning the earth?”

“Not really.”

“Do you ever say more than just a few words.”

“Maybe.”

~ Your pompous trait reminds Daruizen of his own teammates. And he does not have fond opinions of them. The way you flaunt and show off is quite irritating to him. Especially since he himself doesn’t do more than he has to. You go out of your way to show others how cool you think you are, and it gets under his skin. But of course, he doesn’t show it.

~ While your average insults don’t faze him, there is one thing that grinds his gears. And that’s when you talk down to him as if he’s ignorant or a child. He’s already the young one of his own group, so he doesn’t need someone else treating him as such. Talking to him in a high pitched, baby voice and stating obvious things in an informative manner really gets on his nerves.

“Ok little boy, I don’t know if you know this, but what you’re trying to do is going to kill everyone on earth. And killing is bad, okay?”

“Yes, I’m aware.”

~ If you learn all the things that trigger him, you just might be able to get an actual reaction out of him. Just combine everything he hates about you, and crank it up to one hundred percent. Eventually, he’s bound to crack. And if he does, oh boy, are you in for a fight.

~ Daruizen would battle you one on one, taking all his rage and annoyance out on you; the culprit. It’s surprising to see him act so out of character. But if you wanted to get him all riled up, congratulations, you’ve succeeded. The battle would go on until he either loses steam or one of you defeats each other. Afterwards, he’d leave without hardly saying a word. Just know that you’ve successfully gotten yourself an enemy.

“Oh? You’re done fighting? Is your battery dead? Haha!”

“Shut up.”

“No thanks. Anyways, that was fun. You’re much stronger than I thought.”

*teleports away*

“Wow. He didn’t even say goodbye. How rude.”

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~~baileypie-writes

[ravenalla]

fascinating how fans can give din the benefit of the doubt when he does something thoughtless or harmful to grogu in s3 and merely attribute it to bad writing (like don't get me wrong, it is) but when other characters were also subjected to bad ooc writing, people treated that as that as the character actually being evil (luke) or incompetent (boba) and even used those mischaracterizations to elevate din as being superior as a mentor/guardian or bounty hunter. it was especially noticeable from the fandom when tbobf came out.

idk, like yeah some people are pointing out uncomfortable changes in how din acts around grogu in s3, though he was fine letting a baby work with electrical wires to help fix a ship in an earlier season?? but overall the fandom attitude still isn't as critical of him as much as they were with other characters.

also, favroni chose to fuck up the personalities of established characters who have been around for decades was already stupid enough, and now they're doing that to their own characters. they really don't care.

I mean I’ve seen tons of people legit angry that Disney made Luke so out of character and had Boba sidelined in his own show, not at the characters themselves. But your not wrong in that a lot of people just accepted that characterization because we got to see Mando again, who was framed as the “more interesting” mando, and while I hated the decision like everybody else to stuff his plotlines into Boba’s show I may have been a little biased in looking past it for season 3 since Din is my favorite character. So yeah I agree, Boba and Luke shouldn’t be demonized while Din is given a pass, personally I think all of it is just bad writing trying too hard to make the sequel trilogy make sense.

As for the wire thing I’m not saying Din’s a model parent, part of the humor of the show was he was a bounty hunter who had no damn idea how to take care of a baby, but the one thing they were consistent with was that he was always trying to keep the kid safe from outside danger, it was the one thing he could do. So it just doesn’t feel right to me he suddenly chooses to bring Grogu along, not even that Grogu insisted on coming himself. It’d be one thing if we were suppose to see Din as being a bad father like when Peli chewed him out in season 1 for leaving him on the ship, but it’s not it’s treated as completely normal and not an issue because it’s not suppose to say anything about Din’s character it’s just so Grogu can be there with the IG-12 idea. Luke at least I get because Disney wants to do the whole “oh this is why the Jedi fell apart again Luke’s repeating the same mistakes.” It’s stupid and doesn’t make sense at all for who Luke is but it’s the plan they laid out in those last 3 movies. Boba…nah Boba was just done the dirtiest.

For me all three of them are cases of “these characters would not do or say these things, it’s just the weird directions these writers wanted to go” more so than me giving Din the benefit of the doubt. Din’s not a saint, he kills people and literally was fine working for imperials and even went through with trafficking a baby before changing his mind. He’s not the greatest person, but one of his good qualities has always been him going above and beyond to keep the baby safe afterwards from outside threats, and after finally getting him back after losing him in a season where their entire relationship has been ignore most of the time I just think this is exactly what you said. Favreau and Filoni fucking up their characters for certain plotlines without caring what it implies. Again.

[seattlewa-hq]

Hi everyone! This is not a drill - we open for interactions tomorrow! I really can’t believe all the attention this roleplay has gotten so quickly. I sort of feel like I’m being pranked, like people are gonna come out with cameras and reveal it was all one big joke. But so far it isn’t! So, being said, I’m gonna leave a few points under the cut that I want to tell everyone! If everyone could like this post once they read it, I’d appreciate it very much.

01. Beta Editor

So I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I think it’d be in everyone’s best interest if we all used the new Beta editor Tumblr has rolled out. Meaning, if you have an old blog with the Legacy editor, please click that big purple popup in the corner to switch over to the new editor. Now, I know this is a big change if you aren’t used to it. I also kinda hate it. But it works best for everyone if we all use it. Tumblr has said they’re planning on getting rid of the Legacy editor altogether, so it’s easiest for everyone to just make the switch and adjust.

There’s a helpful tutorial here on how to use it and the new new version of xKit, and if you need additional help then let me know and I’ll walk you through it. It’s a necessary evil and I promise it’s easier to use than it seems.

02. Intros

I don’t think I said this in the rules, which is my bad, but intros are expected from everyone! They can be as short or as detailed as you want, I really don’t mind. I just want the most basic of information about your characters, and I would like it pinned to your profile so everyone can see it!

03. Locations Page

Due to some requests in the OOC Discord, I’ll be adding a locations page to the main! It’ll take me a few days to get it all set up, but if you have any requests or ideas for it, send them to the main or to the suggestions page on our Discord if you’re a part of it!

04. Co-Mod

I’m thinking, with how much attention the main has been getting, I might need to consider getting a bit of help running things. I think I’ll put together a little co-admin application for whoever is interested, so if you are interested, be on the lookout for that in the next few days. 

05. I LOVE YOU!!!

I know I’m a broken record but I am SHOCKED beyond shocked that people have joined this roleplay. I thought I’d be sitting here, making posts into the void, getting ignored in the tags until I just lost motivation and deleted the blog. But you guys have proven me wrong in the wildest, craziest way and it’s insane! I’m so happy and so grateful for you guys, and I hope with everything in me I give you a fun writing experience here. 

[scandalsavagefanfic]

Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer

I’ve talked a little bit about why Batman: Urban Legends is a bad story already, but I just saw a post talking about this panel and how well Bruce has been written in this story. And while the post didn’t really say anything about Jason, OP’s comments in the notes talked about how this seemed to be a direct response to people trashing Bruce for beating on the poor and disenfranchised, talking about how he’s finally “in character”, how he has a lighter touch and tends to think things through and how the story is teaching Jason a lesson about his “tendency” to brute his way through things without thinking about them, and how Jason wasn’t OOC.

My first post about UL touches on why that last bit is nonsense, but the stuff about Bruce reminded me of something else in UL that really, really bothered me. 

It’s the above panel and these, not just in the context that this story rewrites Jason as ALWAYS having been prone to violence and willing to wail on the weak, but also in the sense that Bruce, of all people, is the one chosen to teach this lesson to Jason. 

[that sentence ends in the next panel with “...stealing the Batmobile’s tires?”]

It’s just one more way DC keeps chipping away at what makes Jason (the Robin raised in poverty, the one who grew up with a first-hand insight into the way Gotham’s systemic corruption and crimes do the most harm to the poorest and least powerful people, and the only one to be personally affected by addiction) special and interesting. It’s just the most recent way they’ve bastardized his roots to villainize him (the poor homeless kid who was brutally murdered) so that Bruce (the billionaire) looks better, so that Bruce is absolved of all his responsibility in how Jason came to be the Red Hood.

Because in actuality, Jason taught Bruce that criminals can change.

Bruce didn’t listen. He stalked Penguin and when he found him, Bruce had to eat his words.

Penguin had actually tried to change. Bruce realized his mistake and tried to defend him after he was arrested, but the damage was done.

By the way, this is from when Penguin was just a jewel thief. Let that sink in for a sec. Go back up to the panel from Urban Legends with Batman and Robin in the alley and reread it.

And this, this story with the Penguin, is how it should be. Not that crap from UL. 

I don’t know why people have to keep saying this but Jason isn’t stupid. He’s incredibly smart and his actions, even his violence, are rooted in empathy and indignation on behalf of the innocent who are harmed, not rage. The above panels in UL are basically like saying that Cassandra Cain has suddenly changed her mind that everyone can be saved and decided to join Jason in killing super villains. This is the core of the character we’re talking about. It’s not the dumb little details like whether he likes coffee or eats cereal or whatever. It’s the heart of the character. It’d be like taking the circus out of Dick’s story, or the love of Robin from Tim’s, or making someone other than Talia Damian’s mother. 

Jason is very aware that petty crime is often motivated by desperation. He literally lived that life. That’s why he’s never targeted people like that the way this book shows him to.

Even when he returned, he was never an indiscriminate killer and he was never violent for the sake of it. He didn’t beat the shit out of addicts because he was an impatient little bitch. He was methodical and calculative and he only killed people who preyed on the weak, the innocent, and the defenseless. 

Like the mob’s drug lieutenants who dealt to kids:

Like these bastards, who were deep in denial and broke Jason’s golden rule, no dealing to children. 

Because drug dealers purposefully target kids, relying on addiction to make them repeat customers for life.

Rapists and the scum who prey on people at their most vulnerable:

And nazis.

The fact is, Jason certainly has his faults, but he would never, ever, do this to an addict:

Writing him like he would is out of character. Drastically. 

Jason doesn’t go off half-cocked. He doesn’t jump in blind. These aren’t lessons he needs to learn in anything except this story which specifically wrote him as idiotic and mean as possible to squeeze him into the box the writer needed him to fit into.

Jason has never been written quite this bad before, but even if you take the few random instances over the last 15 years, where he’s been written as meaner and dumber than usual as his core character, how can you stand there and say that Bruce’s style is a calmer, more rational approach and say how he’s been written for the last 30 years is ooc????

For the kind of story Batman: Urban Legends seems to be telling, Bruce is literally the last character this message should be funneled through. Bruce is a billionaire (or... multi-millionaire, for now in the main continuity but who knows what’s canon for this). It’s so fucking tone-deaf to keep writing this kind of interaction between Bruce and Jason. 

Do I agree that Bruce should be written as more understanding and empathetic and less vicious than he sometimes is since the 80′s, by the way, this isn’t new? Absolutely.

Do I think this was a good example of that or a reasonable template going forward? Absolutely not. 

DC needs to stop sacrificing what makes Jason Todd interesting, what makes the character an excellent tool to tell meaningful, topical stories, for today’s audiences, just to prop up Bruce. 

For starters, Bruce doesn’t need that?

Their roles in this story don’t have to be swapped. There are ways to write this kind of stuff that doesn’t fuck up a character. See the above example with Penguin. And that’s from the fucking 80′s. How are Reagan-era comics telling stories about poverty, addiction, and reformed criminals with more nuance and tact and consideration than something in 2021????

I just think it’s fucking sad.

And extremely frustrating. 

[tiresomeimagination]

Guilty Pleasure (707 x Reader)

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: This is sort of a slight AU. A “what if” where Seven met his MC during his time abroad in college. Someone that managed to make a big enough impact that moving on was harder than it should have been. I know this might be slightly OOC, but I did try my best to keep things believable ^^; I mostly just really wanted something with a foreigner/Western MC, and when I learned that Seven went to college in America, I thought it’d be an interesting way of implementing that. I’ve been working on this for a couple weeks now and while I’m not completely satisfied with how it turned out, I do still think it’s a neat enough idea, so I’ll go ahead and share it. (I also do apologize for the length;; I don’t know how it ended up this long, haha... Leave it to Saeyoung to make me write probably my longest oneshot to date)

Edit: I wrote a short continuation piece that can be found here!

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Ah, there was nothing like coming back to your quiet little apartment after a long day studying on campus. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend long hours at your college library. After all, you had the somewhat unpleasant honor of making it into an Ivy League school to begin with. This meant you had to work pretty hard just to make sure your GPA didn’t slip too much. Keeping up with things had been easier during your first year…back when you had a fun classmate to spend those long hours pouring over textbooks with. Now, it was just you. But that was fine. You managed on your own.

You trudged your way inside, kicking off your shoes and tossing your bag somewhere into the corner. With a tired sigh, you flicked on the light, nearly jumping out of your skin at the sight that greeted you. 

A familiar young man with bright red hair and glasses reclined on your couch as if he had been waiting for you. He met your gaze with a smile and gave a small wave. “Hey Y/N, long time no see! You really need to find a better hiding spot for your spare key y’know. I would have thought you’d change it up by now,” He said calmly. His English was nearly flawless, although you could still hear his Korean accent.

“L-Luciel??” You croaked out, finally finding your voice after your mini heart attack. This couldn’t be the same guy you knew, could it? Your old classmate...Chilyoung Choi, or Luciel as he had used as a nickname between the two of you, the mysterious boy who disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared in your life.

“Yep!” He chirped as he hopped back onto his feet, still sporting a carefree grin.

Several feelings ran through you in that instant, from utter disbelief, to relief that your old friend was okay, to hurt as you realized the implication that if he was okay…then he really had just left without so much as a goodbye. You pushed that feeling down and chose to focus on the positive for now. Your friend was alive, safe, and in front of you after all this time. Pushing yourself forward, you threw your arms around the redhead.

Luciel stiffened in surprise, letting out a small “oh!” before he returned the hug. He admittedly wasn’t sure how you would react to seeing him again, but he was relieved that you seemed to be taking it well so far.

“...Don’t think this means I’m not mad at you for ditching me,” you grumbled into his shoulder, savoring the warm embrace a moment longer before the two of you broke away.

“A-ah, of course, haha…!” He chuckled awkwardly, not wanting to risk getting on your bad side right now.

You let out a heavy sigh. "So…what are you doing here?" You asked, trying to keep your tone from sounding too frazzled.

"Ah, well, I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing!" Luciel said as he gave his best casual shrug, speaking as if he hadn’t dropped off the face of the earth. This actually wasn't the first time he had checked up on you. He had looked you up on several other occasions, but you didn't need to know about that.

"...You were in the neighborhood…? I figured you'd go back to Korea after school."

"Oh…yeah. I did," he responded simply, making no move to elaborate. The truth was that he had traveled back to America while working on a new mission. He tried his best to ignore the proximity to his old school, and by extension his old acquaintances, but after a long and grueling few days of agency work, his impulses had won out in the end. He needed to see you in person…at least one more time.

You let out a more exasperated sigh, running a hand through your hair. You knew better than to push for answers with him. Even back then, he had always been a bit dodgy about certain subjects. If you pushed, he would just shut you down and start to distance himself. You would have to walk his crazy tightrope of half-answers if you wanted to get anywhere. "O-okay…well…you're here now, so…can I…I dunno, get you something to drink?" You asked awkwardly.

"Don't suppose you've got any Doctor Pepper?"

"Umm…I'll take a look," You mumbled before heading into the kitchen and leaving Luciel alone in the living room.

He took the opportunity to look over the room. He took note of any new items you’d added and smiled as he spotted old familiar ones. He always did feel relaxed here. You had been one of the only classmates of his that could make him feel a bit less anxious about everything. Somehow, you could make him actually feel the teensiest bit safe in the midst of his crazy secret life filled with far too many worries to count. Maybe that's why he was drawn to you…why he couldn't completely push you to the back of his mind and forget you when it was time for him to leave. Luciel’s nostalgic smile faded as his thoughts continued to wander. He was supposed to forget you. He should have…

“Well you’re in luck, I had a few cans of soda left in the back of the fridge and it looks like I’ve got a couple Doctor Peppers. Guess it was meant to be,” you said as you reentered the room with drinks in hand.

Luciel snapped out of his thoughts and accepted the drink with a small thanks. "So… you're still hard at it, I see." He commented, gesturing to your school bag on the floor, practically overflowing with your textbooks and papers after you carelessly threw it down earlier.

"Oh…yeah, I've got a bit longer until I graduate. Not everyone can be a genius like you and fast-track everything," you scoffed as you averted your gaze, instead focused on opening your can of soda.

"Aw, come on! I remember you not being too bad yourself. You could keep up with the best of 'em. You would never have survived the year as my study buddy if you couldn't!" He said with a laugh, giving you a playful nudge with his elbow.

You couldn’t help but join his laughter. You forgot how contagious his smile could be. “Hah, are you sure it wasn’t just so you could come play with my cat instead of work?” You asked teasingly.

Luciel’s smile widened. “Ah…I will neither confirm nor deny that accusation,” he responded in an equally teasing tone before taking a sip of his own soda. “Where is the little guy anyway?”

“Hm, not sure…Here, buddy! Come on out!" You called out for your cat, scanning the area.

"Eep!" Luciel squeaked in surprise. You turned back around to find your cat coiling his way around Luciel's legs. 

You both chuckled slightly and Luciel was quick to bend down and scoop the kitty into his arms. you were torn between cringing and laughing at the feline's whines of protest as Luciel cuddled him enthusiastically, rubbing his face against the creature.

"Hey, be gentle with him. He's not as young as he used to be," you chided half-heartedly.

"Aw, but he's just too cute!" Luciel squealed happily.

You watched him play with your cat for a few more moments with a fond gaze before your expression grew more serious. "...So are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room? You just show up here after years of me not knowing if you were dead or alive? Come on, Chilyoung. You've got to tell me something." You pressed. You tried to keep your voice as level as possible but you couldn't stop a bit of hurt from leaking into your tone.

Luciel's movements slowed to a stop, instinctively holding your cat close as his expression darkened. He couldn't help but wince slightly at the use of his old fake name. Just one of many…

"...It was never my intention to hurt you...I had to leave the way I did. You won't understand, but I didn't exactly have a choice…And I didn't exactly have the luxury of keeping in touch…" He explained in a voice so low you almost didn't catch it.

You were a bit taken aback by his solemn response. Was he in some sort of trouble after all? You frowned with concern and stepped toward him, touching his arm gently. “What are you talking about? What happened to you?”

Luciel sighed, silently opening his arms and letting your cat scamper away. He then lifted his gaze to meet yours, giving you a sad smile. “I can’t talk about that…In fact, I’m not really supposed to be here at all…I just…” He paused, his smile fading as he looked away in shame and rubbed his neck awkwardly. “...I guess I just really wanted to see you again…hah…pretty stupid, huh?”

“...Luciel…”

He quickly shook off the gloomy expression and gave you a fresh smile, only managing to worry you more. “But this can be our secret, right Y/N?...No one can know I was here, okay?” He asked, his tone chillingly serious despite his cheerful facade. He sounded almost…scared.

Your expression hardened into one of determination as you pulled him into a tight hug. He held himself stiffly, not sure whether to push you away or not.  After a moment, you pulled away just enough to look him in the eye. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on or what it is you’re going through…but you can trust me. I won’t tell anyone. I promise. I’m just glad to see you again. I'm glad you're okay and I'm glad you're here…I missed you too.”

…Ack! You used friendly support and affection! It was super effective! Critical damage -707 hp.

Luciel just stood there, staring at you like you’d grown two heads. If you didn’t know any better, you’d even say he looked flustered. “Ah…I…uh…haha…yeah…” He stammered, struggling to get a hold of his hammering heart. You always did this. You made it easy for him to let his guard down. That was…dangerous. Much too dangerous.

You just chuckled at his anxious state, taking his arm and tugging him towards the couch. “Now come on. We don't have to talk about anything that you're not comfortable with right now. Let's just sit for a minute and relax," you reassured him, sensing that he needed some comfort.

He followed your lead without protest, although you could have sworn you heard him mutter something in Korean under his breath as he tried to pull himself together.

You both sat on the couch, falling into an awkward silence at first, but slowly beginning some friendly small talk. True to your word, you kept yourself from asking any of the big questions you really wanted answers to. Something you could tell Luciel greatly appreciated. Instead, you caught him up with a few things that had happened since he left. You didn't really think your boring college experience was particularly enthralling, but Luciel seemed to be enjoying every word of it. He never had the time to slow down and really enjoy a proper college experience. He had a job to do and people to help. He could never be like you. So he found it particularly relaxing to hear about the life of a regular student.

In return, Luciel offered you a few small pieces of info. They were all pretty vague, more like a few gracious breadcrumbs to sate your curiosity and keep you from asking more questions than they were actual explanations. You learned that he worked for a big fancy group where his genius computer science skills were being put to use. He told you that was the reason for his traveling. He made an effort to make it sound like a cool plus, but you could tell he was unsettled about something.

"Luciel…are you really okay?" You asked hesitantly.

"Oh yeah sure. Living the dream," he responded lightly.

You weren't very convinced.

Luciel looked over at your concerned expression, letting out a small chuckle. "Seriously, I am okay, Y/N. You don't have to worry about me. Sure, my job isn't exactly easy, but I can handle it. It's no problem for someone like me!" He insisted. Another lie. His job was terrible. It made him do terrible things and it made him feel like a terrible person. But he couldn't tell you that part. No. He just wanted to indulge in a little peace with you and pretend to be normal for a single fleeting moment.

You gave him a critical look. You knew he wasn't being completely honest but you also knew there was nothing you could do about it. "Well…even someone like you still needs help sometimes. I know I can't do much. I'm just a boring college student with a cat. But if there's ever anything I can do…I'm here, okay?"

"...Yeah," he muttered, expression softening and his smile turning a bit more genuine. There was a moment of silence as you looked at each other, drinking in each other's presence.

The moment was broken by the buzz of his phone. Luciel’s expression immediately soured as he fished the device from his pocket and flicked it on. He groaned, letting out another grumble to himself that was foreign to your ears. "Yikes…Duty calls," he finally said in English once more before he rose to his feet. He had to get back before anyone from the agency realized he was gone. None of them knew about you. He was never supposed to make any real connections during his brief time here, but he had managed to keep whatever this was a secret…And by God, he was going to keep it that way.

"You're leaving already? Is everything okay?" You asked anxiously, following his lead and rising as well.

"Yeah, yeah. Great. I've just gotta…uhh…have you got a back door?"

"Oh, uh…yeah. Just through the kitchen."

"Good, good…" He trailed off, mind running a mile a minute. His attention suddenly snapped back to you. "Ah, you remember what I told you, right? I was never here,” he reminded you hastily, sounding like he was in a hurry to leave.

You smiled. “Who was never here?”

Luciel mirrored your smile. “Haha, yeah. That’s the spirit! Now, I hate to drink and dash, but I’ve really gotta go. Thanks for…thanks for everything, Y/N. Take care of yourself,” he said, his voice softening at the end. He gave you a more hesitant and lingering look before heading to the kitchen, making a beeline for the door.

“Wait! Luciel!” You called after him as you followed him around the corner.

“Yeah?”

“...Keep in touch this time, will you?”

“...I…Yeah. Roger that,” he responded, lifting his hand in a small salute before opening the door and slipping back out into the night like the ghost he was.

Luciel could barely think as he hurried his way back to his temporary hideout where his handler would undoubtedly be looking for him. It was fine. Luciel was smart. Exceptionally so. If anybody was qualified enough to keep such complicated double lives separate, it was him. He would just have to think of a new way to get under his handler’s skin again to keep the agent distracted. It would be easy. Maybe it was a bit of his ego thinking, or maybe it was the addictive nature of your company, but Luciel couldn’t help but think that he could do this again. Was it really so bad to enjoy himself for once? It wasn’t like you were associated with him in any meaningful way someone could trace. All Luciel would have to do is cover his tracks properly and you would be fine…right?

Ughh…He groaned quietly in frustration, lowering his head as he hurried along the dark streets. Who was he kidding? He didn’t deserve to be selfish like this, did he? He shook his head, forcing himself to stop the senseless back and forth. He would think more about this later. For now, he needed to get back to work…and pray that there would be no punishment for indulging himself in such guilty pleasures.

[hanemiso]

...dazai, Fyodor, akutagawa and atsushi with a bilingual s/o ?

Also I love Ur writing so freaking much, I've been bringing through posts for ages now lol. (◕ᴗ◕✿)

a/n: awww thank you nonnie!! that means so much to me 🥺💞 thank you for requesting, pls enjoy!! i hope fyodor isn't ooc!! i’m not caught up in the manga so fyodor is based off of what i’ve seen in the anime or remember

characters: dazai, fyodor, akutagawa, and atsushi

bsd characters w/ a bilingual s/o

- i’m gonna start this off by saying

- you fckin cuss him out in your other language LMAO

- and whenever you do he’s like 👁👄👁

- “i’m too scared to ask…”

- “you should be 🥰”

- that’s usually all you use your other language for

- but dazai is enamored with your accent and your pronunciation in your other language

- you could legit tell him to eat shit and die and he’d still look at you like ❤️👄❤️

- like

- accents are sexy 😏

- he also just thinks your intelligence is sexy, the fact that you know more than japanese is enough to get him hot and bothered

- he’s very much the embodiment of “i like your funny words magic man🤩”

- and also like “go oooooooon”😃

- listen this man-

- i’m sorry but he generally doesn’t care 😔

- but if you speak russian 👀

- you’ve peaked his interest

- it’d surprise him the first time he hears it

- he’s looking at you like 😃 “hello yes you speak russian?”

- he uses you to gather intel if you speak other languages other than russian

- if russian is not your first language, he finds your pronunciation adorable

- he considers you both the dream team, neither he nor you considered just how much language can play a role in a master plan

- he wants you to teach him words and phrases in your other language so that he has another way of discreetly giving orders

- i’m sorry i can only envision you calling him a rat in a different language if you ever got mad at him and he would take it as a compliment 😭

- the biggest “this you?” LMAO-

- he’s just like ☺️ “you have a way with words”

- i know i said fyodor wouldn’t care

- but aku is even worse

- you’d say something to him in your other language and he’d straight up be like

- “i can’t understand you, idiot. you know how to speak japanese. use it.”

- he’s one salty bitch i’ll tell you that much i love him anyway

- if you keep speaking in your other language even after he says that to you, he will walk away

- in his mind, if you’re not going to say anything to him that he can understand then you’re wasting his time

- but if it sounds like you called him a name?

- ohhhh he’s gonna turn on his heel and look at you with the deadliest stare

- “wanna run that by me again?”

- if you’re bold you’ll say it again >:(

- he’ll ask what it means before marching over to you and getting in your face

- he would never hurt you, of course, and you know this. these kinds of fights happen quite often anyway

- but what you weren’t expecting was for him to ask you to teach him the bad names LMAO

- it’s like that one panel in wan

- he uses them to insult atsushi (i’m sorry precious boi)

- he’s another one who finds your ability to speak other languages fluently hot 😏

- except he gets more flustered than dazai

- when you speak in your other language he’s like 😃 “eh?”

- i can see him like tanjiro asking kanao about her coin

- you know when he’s like “nani nani??”

- you teach him because he seemed interested in your other language

- one of the phrases you taught him was “i love you” 🥺

- and when you told him what it meant HE GOT SO RED AWWWW

- and tried to say it back to you, but he was stuttering the entire time with a red face because it made him nervous

- you know how i said akutagawa uses the names you teach him to insult atsushi? well one time roles were reversed on accident

- he had heard you call dazai a dick one time and when he saw akutagawa iT SLIPPED-

- when he realized he said it he was like 😳 meanwhile aku was like 🤨

- “what did you say, jinko?”

- “you heard me! >:(“ he just didn’t wanna repeat it

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[raayllum]

not sure where i’m going with this yet but bc it’s something i’ve seen in a few fandoms (largely star wars, voltron, atla, and a couple of others) but i’ve recently realized is also - slightly?? - relevant for tdp

you ever see shit when people take something one ship canonically has and then just copy and pastes it onto the ‘rival’ ship they prefer, with no mind to any of the characters’ canon personalities or backstories?

this was most common in the voltron fandom with debates over which character, keith or lance, should get to be the black paladin (leader) of the group, ignoring that shiro was already the canonical and clear leader. other aspects that often got handed to those two despite shiro (or other characters) actually having set up or these components in their backstories: being taken prisoner for angst, having a cool robot arm, having major survivor’s guilt or self sacrificial tendencies, etc.

for star wars, it’s the way the canon source material took finn/rey’s dynamic from the first movie and then pasted it over kylo/rey’s dynamic in the last movie in particular: running to rey, who has fallen, and cradling her in their arms, even though in the first film, finn did so because kylo had slammed her into a tree so hard she went unconscious, amid other copy-and-pastes. 

i could get into how, for many years, the zu.tara fandom assigned zuko either traits he doesn’t have to make him more desirable or just flat out took things aang has/offers, while ignoring the ways aang relates to katara in ways zuko never could (i.e. being mutual survivors of genocide, both waterbenders, a desire to travel the world, etc. etc). 

and i’m not saying this is widespread thing in TDP. it’s not, hence why it took almost four years to notice, but i do think the areas i’ve noticed it’s in is interesting, hence why i’m sharing it. that said: feel free to ignore everything i say in the section below & it is not meant to be a generalization

that all being said

tdp femslash ships — basically janaya & raydia — have a Weird tendency to borrow a lot from rayla/callum as a couple without the JA or RCl shippers tending to... seemingly realize?

for example: i have seen people say they would prefer raydia (or sorayla) to rayllum bc it’d be “enemies to lovers,” as though rayla and callum weren’t / isn’t. and while rayllum is still very much friends to lovers more than those ships would likely be, they did start out as enemies. it’s a core consideration of how amazing it is that they became friends so quickly. 

another example would the one raydia oneshot i read where claudia - for some reason - had to save rayla from a very aggressive corvus. despite being vaguely ooc (and honestly kinda falling back on racist stereotypes, bc s1 ensures that corvus isn’t an ‘aggressive black man’ by any means) it’s like. if you wanted a human mage helping to save rayla from a dangerous threat, uh...

got bad news about what side claudia has been & realistically will be on. 

or even - bc i don’t read that much fic, even for rayllum - the few times i’ve read janaya oneshots i couldn’t quite relate. too often i felt like they would lean heavily on janai 1) caring too much for amaya too quickly or 2) have HCs of janai not really having any friends. nothing in canon points this way (if anything it leans towards the opposite of her having Good camaraderie with her soldiers and her bio has said she’d rather be a general > than a princess exalted above people, hence the path she chose until s3 came long). 

but canon does have hints that rayla, possibly, didn’t have a lot of friends before the boys

i’m not saying for sure that rayla was a lonely, largely friendless kid growing up - “bloodmoon huntress” could prove me wrong and i’d love to learn otherwise, even if i also love my current headcanons that she was. but the point still stands that canon at least gives me a reason to read into it as a headcanon rather than trying to force a ship that, thus far, has mostly indicated the opposite to be truth, of a square peg into a round hole.

and rayla also starts caring for her human love interest who saved her “too much” in her own canonical words

i have also seen people read rayla’s willingness to self sacrifice and some of her other traits onto janai, despite the fact that while they have similarities, janai and rayla are exceedingly different characters at their core. and, furthermore, if either half of janai/amaya was going to have super strong self sacrificial tendencies, it’d amaya - and i think amaya gets ignored bc she has her nephews to live for, in many ways, and we know she’s had close friends like gren and corvus. it’s easier to give janai a lonely backstory that’s a clean slate than to write her as having had a full life before amaya showed up in many ways, including her family and her troops

and although i don’t talk about it often, i also haven’t made it a secret that the dark magic stan (aka dark magic is Good viren is just misunderstood) and the JA corners of the fandom are the ones that i have the most ‘issues’ with.

the weird thing to me is that on the one hand, i get the rayllum-janaya comparisons. i’ve even made them myself! JA’s relationship development follows very similar steps to rayllum’s, just with less time and less varied emotional weight (by that i mean, rayla and callum have been through multiple losses and hard events together, including grief, whereas ja have only been through a couple. additionally, RC has everything that JA offers, emotionally, but JA doesn’t offer anything that RC doesn’t, emotionally, in terms of thematic explorations, events they’ve been through, etc). 

for example, yes janai and amaya’s displays of trust (janai trusting her in regards to viren, amaya trusting janai with the light) are big. but rayla and callum were having those, with rayla and callum saving each other’s lives (1x05) and callum trusting rayla with ezran and over claudia (1x03, 1x06), too. 

but the weird thing is that JA shippers have a tendency to be hard on rayllum. call it rushed or boring or that they get dumb, redundant arcs... and then turn right around and try to apply those exact same arcs to JA despite the fact canon thus far hasn’t supported those parallels.

i also see this play out sometimes with harrai, who once again, have a Lot of rayllum parallels all over the place in some pretty prominent ways

this is a very long winded way of saying that ship comparisons are normal and natural, but i don’t get disliking the development of one ship that is more in depth thematically and in terms of screentime, only to try to copy and past that development to your - technically, comparatively - more ‘shallow’ preferred ship. i just don’t

basically: tdp is a very well written show that purposefully parallels these relationships and if you don’t understand how they all contribute to the core themes in meaningful ways you just... have bad media literacy, bub

[h2bakugou]

hello! May I please have a Dabi x fem reader in the lov who likes to draw? I think she finds his scars and stuff to be a work of art in itself and is like (oh heck I gotta sketch this). He glances at what she’s drawing and she gets all flustered! Maybe he even takes his shirt off at one point which can lead to some other things~ (I like smut but if you think fluff fits the prompt better that’s alright with me!) Thank you and I love your writing!

a/n: hii! of course love! this is super sweet omg i love dabi, i feel like i dont capture his character very well but imma try like hell😩😩this is probably ooc for him but it’s sappy and i love it

summary: dabi’s hard to read, but that doesn’t stop you from sketching him. you find beauty in his flaws, entranced by his scars, so much so that dabi can’t help but be interested in you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, sappy romance bc i love this man, some spicy themes, one mention of a slight(possible? idrk what counts) manga spoiler (e.g. dabi’s past/history) (manga spoilers in tags!!)

wordcount: 2k

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It’s never been a really big secret that you liked drawing. But when it comes to working for the league, specifically, the League of Villains, your line of work doesn’t allow for very much downtime unless you’re in the midst of planning some sort of attack or rebellion.

Whether or not the league keeps hopping from rendezvous spot to rendezvous spot isn’t up to you, but you never fail to get a little used to the eerily calming silence that falls upon the league during the first twenty-four hours of the new four walls that seem to keep you safe for the time being.

With a barely sharpened pencil in your hand, a small drawing pad in the other, you’re staring at Dabi as you sketch him.

It started as a bit of a joke, maybe just teasing him since he liked to tease you about being into him since you were the only one he was really super close, if you could call being the first one he spoke to every time he saw you or the one you sought out to be paired up with during missions, ‘super close.’

But now, it was something you enjoyed.

Dabi was one among the very interesting members of the league. Something about his scars just seemed to entrance you. Pulling you in further and further down a rabbit hole of questions that you had but never let leave past your lips.

It felt wrong to ask, not that it was a bad thing to be curious, but because Dabi was just so mysterious. No one knew anything about him, or about who he was, his past, even his real name was a mystery. 

It felt wrong to disturb the unnerving peace that was Dabi. The resting expression on his features balancing on a thin cable between anger and poor personal resilience.

Dabi’s scars were the highlight of your sketches, always standing out. What the others may have thought to be ugly, or unattractive, you thought were beautiful, and emotional.

There was a story behind them, one you wanted to know, one you wanted to uncover and read, page by page, line by line, and word for word, discovering just how truly deep Dabi’s past was. But only Dabi could show you that, only Dabi could open that book for you. And you were willing to wait. You’d wait an eternity if you had too.

His rough raven hair is messy and strewn about as you scribble down his facial features, the groggy lighting making it just a tad difficult to see as you lead the pencil over the warm white paper littered with graphite covered fingerprints.

His arms are positioned on a counter, the art work resembling how he was sitting sloped against the kitchen table, elbows pressed against the dark mahogany wood, hands resting by his mouth as his cerulean eyes peer off at the cracked cement wall in front of him, occasionally glancing back at you.

The other members of the league were scattered about but it didn’t bother you. Toga asked you a couple of questions, wondering what you were doing, if you were excited about the new plans and such.

You replied quietly as to not disturb the peace.

But soon some of the members left, going off to go eat or find something to do. And soon you were among the few left behind, along with Dabi, Shigaraki and Mr. Compress.

Having almost finally finished your current sketch, you were stopped by a pair of hands picking up your drawing pad. Rough and calloused fingers drew your pad away and your attention away.

“Hey I’m not finished.” You glanced up at Dabi. Dabi just admired the talent poured into the sketch. Dabi couldn’t wrap his head around why you drew him so often, but he didn’t mind. It was kind of touching in a way.

“Is that really what I look like?” Dabi joked, handing you back your sketch pad.

“You have looked in a mirror once before, right?” You titled your head to the side, adding a bit more detail to his scars as you began to draw again. 

“A few times. But I’d rather look at you, doll.” Dabi’s hands reached down again, this time pulling at your hands. Leading you out of the room where the other two members sat, finding a way to entertain themselves, Dabi lead you up some stairs in questionable condition.

Picking a random room, he sat down on the rickety bed and waited for you to sit down.

“Why’s that?” You tease, returning to drawing, looking up at him every few seconds to reference. And to admire him.

“You’re easy on the eyes, beautiful and-”

“Are you saying you’re not beautiful, Dabi?” You stopped him, not pausing to look at him.

“I’m not beautiful, I’m gorgeous.” Dabi chuckled, shaking his head jokingly as he laid back against the bed, his head dangling off the opposite end.

“You are.” You confirm. Finally finishing up your sketch. You get up and walk over to him, handing him the finished sketch. 

“You add so much detail to my scars. They’re just scars.” The tips of Dabi’s ears flush as heat floods to his face. He’s flustered but he won’t admit it. He can’t understand why you think he’s so beautiful.

You don’t speak. For the first time, you’re speechless. You sit down beside Dabi, and now that he’s sitting up, he faces you.

You reach your hands out and gently lift one of his arms, holding one of his hands in your own. You run your fingers across the scarred flesh, gently caressing his skin. 

His hands are cold compared to your warm fingers. He’s getting chills all down his spine as you touch him. It’s not meant to be anything out of the ordinary, but he’s still shocked that he’s letting you touch him.

“Your scars are beautiful. I’m sure there’s a story, something about them that might make you hate them, but I love them, and I think they make you that much more beautiful. You are a masterpiece, every scar a carefully calculated brushstroke on a beautiful canvas.” Your words finally come out, overflowing with love. You can’t sit quietly anymore.

“Dabi you are beautiful.” Your eyes lock with his, and you can tell he’s unsure of what to do. 

Dabi no longer felt he had the ability to cry, but if he’d let himself, he would’ve done it in that moment. Being so open and vulnerable around you just happened. It came too easily, and he hated it, but he loved you.

Pulling his arm away form your warm touch, he tossed his jacket off and to the side before tearing his shirt away from his body, allowing you to see his chest, and more of his scar covered skin.

Sitting quietly with a faint blush on your cheeks, you couldn’t look away. trying to avoid staring directly at his toned chest and his nipples, you raised your hand and allowed your fingers to sink down across his sternum.

Soon your fingers were met with his abs, which the heat on your face noticed far too well. 

“Say it again.” Dabi mumbled. You lifted your head to look into his eyes again, your hand still resting against his chest.

“You are beautiful-” The moment the words left your lips, Dabi’s own lips were pressed against yours. Kissing you roughly, more than he intended too, his hands mangled into yours, pushing your arms over your head.

His heart was pounding and it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest onto yours. Pulling away for a few seconds, Dabi’s hair covered his eyes as he looked down, finding interest in the collar of your shirt.

“I want you.” Dabi’s words were simple, but they didn’t have to be complex. You knew what he meant, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted it too. A chance to see him in a different light, with deeper meaning.

A chance to connect with him, one on one. 

“Then take me.” Your fingers intertwined with his, your arms still resting above your head. It didn’t take long for his lips to magnetize back to yours, sticking to them like glue.

When Dabi thought about sex, he didn’t come anywhere close to making love. There wasn’t that sort of option when it came to him. He didn’t think he was at all capable of love, let alone a relationship that was going to have any sort of emotional connection strong enough to make him feel stable.

But you, you were so vastly different from anyone he’d ever fucked. So different from an excuse to get his dick wet, to get his mind off of league business or heaven forbid, his past.

But you, you were what he needed, what he wanted. It was far from therapy, but it’d work. Having you around was like a drug, addicting, and he’d be going through withdrawals if he couldn’t have you.

Feeling you, touching you, fucking you, kissing you, it was fuel to his fire. He was damaged goods, broken and shattered, impossible to put together, but you were doing your best, working on the smallest parts, exercising precautions, and opening your heart to him.

Hearing his name in the form of your moans as he rutted into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips drove him wild, much like the way your hands tangled into his hair, forcing his head into your chest where he kissed and sucked on your skin, leaving marks.

Your moans and his own grunts of pleasure were spewing from the locked room. Dabi didn’t care if the others heard, he was enjoying the moment.

Every part of it. Every part of you, every part of your body, your words, your love. And before he knew, Dabi was at his highest, his face flush against your naked chest, breathing heavily as he inhaled your scent.

Still inside you, he didn’t move, allowing the two of you to catch your breath. It was in this moment, if Dabi allowed himself to cry, he would’ve cried a second time. He was so infatuated with you, so attached.

“I love you.” Your words scared him, causing his cerulean eyes to peak at you through locks of his noir hair.

“That’s stupid.” Dabi kissed your sternum, kissing up your chest, stopping at your neck to leave a little mark, only to meet at your lips in the end.

“How?” You ask softly, your hands massaging his scalp as his lips hover over yours.

“I can’t explain it, it just is.” Dabi frowned, trying to understand what your eyes were saying as they clouded with emotion.

“Love is complex, and I think that maybe you’ve never really had good experiences with it. If you’d let me, I could show you just how beautiful it can be.” You offer, a small smile on your lips.

“If you feel the need-”

“I do. I love you, and I want you to know love.” You kissed his forehead. Dabi eventually pulled out, not minding the mess, he’d clean up later. 

“I want you to know why I love you.” You whispered, hugging him closer to you.

“Why I love your scars, your hands, your strength, the rasp in your voice, all of it. I love.” Dabi’s arms are strung over your waist as he lays, face nuzzled in your neck. It’s a bit of a stretch for him, and he feels out of place, but it’s oddly comfortable.

The next couple of times you draw Dabi, you ask to see him shirtless again. And with every new sketch, there’s something new to be learned, for Dabi. He’s learning about love, and loving you. 

He finds that you still draw him incredibly cute, and though he won’t admit it, he loves when you draw him. He’ll pose for you if you ever ask, and you always tease him a little about how it was like he was born to be a model.

It’s a long road ahead of you, but it’s one you’re willing to take, to show Dabi just how important love is.

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[dontcallmecarrie]

Hey, I vicariously live in my imagination to escape from the reality.

So, I have been wondering about the Rogues reaction to Tony defeating thanos, the IronSmaug, taking over the world etc...

Have a go at it, if you are interested.

It's also fine if you dont.

thanks, I really, really needed the distraction. it's been. an interesting week. not in a good way.

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tbh, the whole 'what does Team Cap think about this mess?' thing in TWiFFON is...something I had originally been torn about, and everything that's been happening ever since means I keep finding myself going "do I have the energy to tackle this? lol no".

For some context, because you probably know my stance on this sort of thing but I prefer redundancy just to make sure we're on the same page: once upon a time, I honestly, genuinely did like the Avengers. All of them, and yes, that included Wanda [...for less than an hour, but still].

Back when I still had faith in the writers, I was constantly going "...okay, so when are these guys going to stop acting so OOC? Where tf are they planning on taking these character arcs?" and just being disappointed at each turn— but I stuck around because I liked the potential. Steve "what do you mean punching fascists isn't cool anymore?" Rogers, Natasha "my past is a tire fire and I'll just leave it at that" Romanov, Clint "where's Loki? Let me at him!" Barton and the rest of the group had their good points, and I gave myself a headache trying to figure out wtf was their thought process when the time came for them to do their thing in TWiFFON.

It wasn't fun, I only did it because it was absolutely necessary... and I still ended up receiving complaints.

Look: for me, character bashing is exhausting. I have enough going down in my life that I don't have any interest in writing it, and over the past few years I've seen more than one of the fandoms I follow/lurk in become salt mines that have me going "...okay, if you hate it so much, why are you even here?"

When I write, I try my best to emphasize the 'actions have consequences' thing I learned long before I hit puberty; but that doesn't mean I'm up for anything beyond that. Again, I used to like these characters, so seeing the levels of suffering canon— and some writers— put them through just has me stepping back for a moment.

But TWiFFON attracted a lot of people who were pretty far out there in terms of what they wanted, some of whom got very very pissy when it wasn't the story I wanted to write, which is...probably like 99% of the reason I'm still burned out on that AU. Apart from the recent personal life bs that means I am Not Up To Dealing With any hypothetical rando that shows up in my inbox, because normally I could not care less about what people think but my energy levels are. Um. Not great atm. Not sure I wouldn't bite anyone's head off if they wanted to start something right now, tbh, or just ragequit writing for a while because I have way better things to do with my time than deal with random internet assholes.

...apologies for the tangent, but now you know why that situation is one I'm normally kinda reluctant on tackling.

As for what I'd originally headcanoned:

Back before things hit the fan, I'd originally planned to have some little interlude snippets of what Team Cap's been dealing with. Mostly, it would've forced them to acknowledge that for all none of them liked or trusted Tony, he was basically just the personification of what the rest of the world thought of them.

Nobody respects them, anymore, or trusts them; Clint'd be in very hot water and sleeping on the couch for a while, and Hank Pym would never let Scott hear the end of his involvement in this whole thing because Hank hates the Stark name and the English language cannot concisely articulate just how pissed off he was that he had to publicly thank Tony.

Team Cap overall would also start to fall apart at the seams as more and more stuff came out and ey, turns out the leader they'd trusted and broken international laws for had lied to them.

By omission, sure, but honestly— do you think that'd go down well? The "oh yeah, I've known my brainwashed friend killed his parents since DC but I am not going to tell him unless I'm forced to" thing?

I don't know about you, but I for one highly doubt Sam Wilson would be okay with that. Or Clint, for that matter, and the list goes on because the more time passes, the more stuff keeps coming out of the woodwork and for the first time in years, they're forced to deal with it.

One of the things I planned to include in the sidefic can basically be summed up as "the curious case of Bucky Barnes": that is to say, what'd happen after he's taken into custody, and poke lightly at the clusterfuck we're unpacking here. Tony, feeling bad for losing control in the bunker, would basically go "shit I fucked up but I also never want to see him again but he's an even bigger mess than I am, that's a whole lot to unpack so you know what? I'm just throwing out the suitcase entirely here, have all the resources for support and help and if I ever see you again, it'll be too soon".

...to sum up, it's messy af. SI Legal would feature heavily because his particular case means he needs a team of lawyers, what with the 'former POW who's trying to recover from All The Trauma' thing, and the 'so I literally was just trying to buy some damn groceries when you guys dragged me into this', and Tony basically went "hey, so if anyone wants to help him, uh, I kinda have some interest in this one. Fair warning, dude probably killed Kennedy while mind-controlled, with our luck".

And along the way, there'd also be some of that one subplot I'd cut due to pacing issues: specifically, the one dealing with prosthetics.

Remember how Miriam Sharpe said her son would never walk again? Yeah, we'd be revisiting that: her family'd get a letter or something inviting them for clinical trials, and meet Rhodey in passing as he's using his own leg braces to get around because he's still healing. Bucky would get a few design offers for a free replacement for his arm, and it'd probably end up being a collab with Wakanda because T'Challa feels bad for his role in that mess as well.

So Team Cap would be seeing this, seeing how everyone's acting and reacting, and the way one of their own is getting all the help and support Stark Industries has to offer and realizing that yeah, they messed up. Big time.

...depending on my salt levels and how close we're sticking to canon, I was thinking this'd go one of two ways.

Either they'd double down and just go "ugh, Tony is a supervillain and we can't do anything about it!" while TWiFFON marches on and then later go "...you mean he did it by accident?!", or...

Well, canon's proven character development and continuity isn't really in their writers' vocabulary. So my original idea of 'they're forced to deal with the reality of the situation, acknowledge they messed up and slowly move on with their lives' would've been very unrealistic.

Again, most of this is intentionally vague, I had not been keen to tackle that mess in TWiFFON in the first place and the way things exploded on me means I really, really don't have the energy to do so now. Not when there's far better things I could do with my time, like mess around with AUs where people actually get along, or knit, or— well, the list goes on.

[suzuki-violin-school]

Pretty Like Momma

I enjoyed writing this WAY too much

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Content: kirishima fluff, bakugo angst, cheating, pregnancy, childbirth, somewhat ooc bakugo, stepdad!kirishima, fem!reader, pillow talk

“Hagakure, huh?”

“Yeah. He said he thought it’d be interesting,” Y/n said. She sighed, hanging her head over the back of Kirishima’s couch. “And it looked so weird!”

“...I mean, seeing what’s happening inside would be pretty interesting,” Kirishima said thoughtfully. He sighed, shaking his head. “But seriously, cheating? On someone like you? Disgraceful. We all know Bakubro is impulsive, but it honestly seemed like he loved you, and you don’t do stuff like that to people you love.”

“Yeah. I believed him every time he said it, too,” Y/n said. 

“And you still haven’t told him about...?”

“No.”

Kirishima sighed, gesturing vaguely towards the door.

“C’mon, I’ll drive you home,” he said. Y/n nodded, standing up and following Kirishima. When he opened the front door, Bakugo was standing there, seemingly frozen, one hand up as if he were about to knock. “Oh. Bakugo.”

Y/n stared at him dully, watching as his hand limply dropped to his side. He stared at the ground, the usually dense, high walls surrounding his heart crumbling.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to say. “I was stupid. ...I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I had to at least tell you that much.”

“Yeah. You were stupid,” Y/n said bluntly. She sighed, glancing at Kirishima. “Anyways, I’m carrying your child. Ta-ta.”

She walked away swiftly, not giving him a chance to respond. Kirishima jogged off after her, following her to his car.

...Fuck.

=

Bakugo walked towards the room quietly, not quite knowing what to expect.

It had been a while since either of them had contacted each other. After that day, they had slowly stopped talking- Actually, not that slowly. But Bakugo had heard from Sero, who heard from Kaminari, who heard from Kirishima, the time, date, and location of Y/n’s operation.

Too scared of really having a kid, so she’d opted for a C-section instead.

Bakugo hated how he hadn’t been surprised by that. He hated that he still knew Y/n so well. He hated knowing it was his own damn fault he lost her. He hated himself.

The room was quiet when he walked up to the door, which he thought was odd. He’d expected to hear Y/n talking with someone, as happy as ever, most likely Kaminari or Mina, maybe Uraraka or Deku, maybe Jirou or Kirishima. He hadn’t expected silence. It felt wrong.

That is, until he heard gentle cooing.

Actually stepping inside, it was... A heart-wrenching sight, to say the least. For him. To anyone else, it would’ve been cute.

There was Y/n, sleeping peacefully, propped up in a hospital bed, with Kirishima sitting in a chair next to her, a small bundle of blankets in his arms.

He was beaming, absolutely euphoric, it seemed. Bakugo wasn’t even sure he’d ever seen Kirishima so happy.

“You’re so pretty!” He was saying quietly, focused intently on the child in his arms. “Just like your momma, right? Yeah, you are, you cute little thing.”

Bakugo cleared his throat loudly and Kirishima looked up.

“Oh, Bakugo.”

“Nnn... Quiet, Kiri,” Y/n mumbled tiredly. She opened her eyes slowly, surprised when she saw her ex-boyfriend. “Katsuki? What are you doing here?”

Bakugo winced. The way she’d said it cut deep. She didn’t want him there.

“I just... Wanted to meet them,” he said quietly. The stern look on Y/n’s face softened as Kirishima gently handed the newborn to her.

“...C’mere then,” Y/n said. Bakugo walked over to her, entranced by their child. “Isn’t she beautiful? Her name’s Kotomi.”

“Kotomi L/n,” Bakugo said quietly, trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened. He sighed sadly. “I just... I wish she was Kotomi Bakugo. I- I’m sorry, Y/n. ...She’s cute.”

“Well, actually,” Kirishima said slowly. “Kotomi Kirishima. Y/n’ll be changing her own name in just two months, so we decided not to wait with Kotomi’s name. Less work that way.”

“...What?”

“I proposed,” Kirishima stated plainly. “About a month ago, or maybe two.”

“Wh- Since when are you two together? Why didn’t anyone tell me? I- ...Y/n?”

“Kiri loves me,” Y/n said simply. “He’s good to me, and he’d never sleep with someone else. ...And he wants to help me raise this little girl.”

“But- But I could help raise her, too! I mean, she’s mine, isn’t she? I’m her actual dad!”

Kirishima glanced at Y/n nervously. Bakugo? Upset? Never a good combination.

“You gave up that right the moment you took Toru to bed with you,” Y/n said. “You don’t get to be her dad. ...You hurt me, and I’m not letting you hurt her, too.”

Bakugo opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again, knowing she had a point. He bit his lip, the physical pain distracting him, even for just a moment, from the emotional pain.

“Okay,” he said, voice cracking. He grimaced, balling his hands into fists at his sides. He cleared his throat. “Okay. Can I- Can I visit her sometimes? ...Please?”

Y/n exchanged an awkward look with Kirishima- With her fiancé. She sighed heavily.

“Sure,” she said quietly. “She is yours, after all, I suppose.”

Bakugo just nodded, turning to leave the room slowly. He paused in front of the door.

“I hope you’re happy, Y/n,” he said quietly. “I love you. And I’m sorry.”

=

Y/n snuggled up to Kirishima, getting as close as she could under the warm  blankets.

“Y/n? You awake?” He whispered, half-hoping she was asleep.

“Sorta,” Y/n mumbled tiredly. “What’s up, Ei?”

“Do you miss Bakugo?” Kirishima asked, getting straight to the point. Y/n hummed contently, hand dancing up and down Kirishima’s back.

“I don’t love him anymore, if that’s what you mean,” she said. She frowned, burying her face in Kirishima’s chest, smiling again when he wrapped his arm around her waist. “It still hurts when I think about what he did, though. He betrayed my trust and broke my heart, but I’m doing so much better now. ‘Cuz I’ve got you.”

Y/n threw one leg over Kirishima’s waist and sat up, straddling him on the bed. He smiled, setting his hands on her hips and squeezing gently.

“I love you, Y/n,” he said softly. Y/n leaned down and kissed him, both of them grinning like lovesick school children.

“Yeah? Well, I love you too, daddy shark.”

Kirishima chuckled, sitting up and adjusting the way Y/n was sitting in his lap.

“I really-”

“Momma? Daddy Ei? I can’ sweep.”

“Kotomi?”

Y/n and Kirishima both turned to see their little girl standing in their bedroom doorway, a teddy bear in hand.

“You can’t sleep?” Kirishima repeated, waving her over. Kotomi crawled up into her parents’ bed, moving herself to sit between them in Kirishima’s lap. “Did something happen?”

Kotomi shook her head.

“I woke up, but I can’ go back to sweep,” she said, leaning back against her mother. “But I’m so sweepy!”

Kirishima took the teddy bear from her, moving its arms like a little puppet.

“Why not sleep in our bed?” He asked, watching Kotomi smile as he made her teddy bear dance. “We’ll have a slumber party!”

“A swumber pa’ty?” She repeated. Y/n wrapped her arms around the little girl between them and kissed the top of her head.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Maybe Momma can tell you a bedtime story.”

“Oh! Pwetty pwease, can I have a stowy time?” Kotomi asked excitedly, squirming awkwardly and turning around to face her mother.

Y/n nodded, moving to sit next to Kirishima rather than in his lap. Kotomi followed, sitting snugly between the two.

“Am I allowed to help tell stories?” Kirishima asked, tucking the teddy bear into Kotomi’s arms.

“I wike it bette’w when Momma tells ‘em,” Kotomi said. “...You’w bette’w at it than Daddy Katsu’i, though!”

Y/n held back a laugh.

“Yeah? And why’s Daddy Katsuki so bad at telling stories?” She asked, grinning mischievously.

“He’s too noisy,” Kotomi said simply, laying back on the pillow behind her and wriggling under the blankets. “Can you tell me the stowy about Ewi again?”

“You want to hear about Eri again?” Y/n asked. Kotomi nodded and Y/n smiled softly. “Well, once upon a time, there was a little girl with a very powerful quirk named Eri, who lived with a group of evil people who wanted to take her power for themselves. One day, when-”

“She’s already passed out,” Kirishima whispered.

“...She really was pwetty sweepy, I guess,” Y/n said quietly, imitating her daughter. She laid down in the bed again, trying not to move too much and wake up Kotomi. 

Kirishima looked down at his two girls, smiley as ever.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” he said quietly. Y/n hummed in satisfaction, closing her eyes and snuggling close to Kotomi. “And she’s so pretty, just like her Momma.”

“Shuddup and sleep, you sap,” Y/n said, grinning to herself.

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“You’ll get frown lines if you continue that,”

Warnings: Light making out/Light smut (very very very light)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Draco’s Hufflepuff girlfriend is nothing but a delight and the exact opposite of him.

(I really really tried. I hope Draco’s character isn’t too ooc, but I thought it’d be so sweet to see cold stone Draco with a soft, cute girlfriend)

One of the things Draco loved most about you was your extreme compassion and empathy. You were, undoubtedly, one of the sweetest people at Hogwarts. Not just to your own house, but all, even Slytherins. Perhaps that is what drew him to you, your innate ability to look past house stereotypes and befriend even the snarkiest of Slytherins. If you were to see Draco and his lovely girlfriend walking the corridors, hand in hand, you’d assume they were holding hands accidentally. Your face always had a beaming, positive smile placed on it. You waved and greeted your friends kindly and exuded an aura of friendliness. Draco, however, was the exact opposite. He scowled, maybe not on purpose, but sneered at the poor souls who happen to look at him. You were light, he was dark. Not that you minded. Whenever you caught him in a glare, you’d squeeze his hand and softly tug.

“You’ll get frown lines if you continue that,” 

Draco looked down at your smiling face and couldn’t help but send a small smile back, “And what is ‘that?’” he asked.

“This,” you pointed to your face and pulled an exaggerated scowl, pushing your eyebrows together and pointed the corner of your lips down, “See? Unattractive,”

Draco chuckled softly under his breath and tugged his bag closer on his shoulder, “So now you think I’m unattractive?” 

“No no, darling, not at all. I’m calling your face unattractive,” you leaned closer to him, inhaling his sweet cologne before waving at another friend in the corridor.

“My face is unattractive?” Draco said, feigning hurt.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” you laughed and slapped his arm gently. “But, would it kill you to smile a little?” You reached you and tried to drag his cheek up with your finger to form a smile.

“I smile when I’m with you, that’s enough smiling for my life.”

“Draco, while that is quite adorable and does, in fact, flutter my heart, I mean smiling and saying hello to people, maybe greeting your friends in a nicer way?”

Draco stopped walking and pulled you into a more secluded part of the corridors where you were visible but not quite as seen. His eyes were playful and a smirk printed itself on his lips. Draco’s eyes were mesmerizing, you nearly forgot what you were talking about before raising your eyebrows,

“I don’t have to speak sweetly to anyone but you,” Draco bent his head and placed a peck on your lips. You rolled your eyes with a grin on your face, giving him another small kiss and spun sharply on your heel. “Where are you going?” he called, holding the strap of his bag.

“I’m going to Herbology. See you later, handsome!” 

Draco’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he watched you skip down the hall, giving nods and small ‘hellos’ to the people around you who were making their way to class. Draco shook his head to rid himself of the embarrassing colour that fully displayed his love for you and paced to his next class. 

By the time supper had come around, Draco searched the Great Hall for you. Usually, you were perched on the Hufflepuff bench, chatting happily away with your friends and even turning to talk to some of the Gryffindor’s behind you. However, you were nowhere to be seen. Dinner had started and Draco tapped his foot anxiously. It was only until you had run into the Great Hall, screeching to a stop and searched wildly until you found Draco’s blonde hair amidst the sea of students. You sighed in relief and started towards his table. Draco’s eyes widened as you reached him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and sitting next to him, and across from Pansy.

“Pardon me, I don’t believe you are a Slytherin, are you?” he jokingly whispered in your ear as you started to scoop helpings of food onto your plate.

“Slytherin Blitherin,” you waved your hand, “ ‘s it so wrong to want to sit with my boyfriend?” Your boyfriend shrugged and handed you a roll of bread before asking,

“Where were you anyway? Fighting demons? No, too mean. Were you making daisy chains with the house elves?” His elbow prodded you softly.

“What? No, but actually, thank you for reminding me. I need to have a little visit to the house-elves soon, they really are quite sweet. You really should come with me Draco, they really enjoy stories and absolutely are thrilled if you sit with them for a bit. But, I just woke up too late from a nap, thas’ all.” You smiled and sipped from the goblet in front of you.

“Of course you did,” Draco rolled his eyes and settled into his dinner bench, feeling happy you were beside him.

“Pansy, by the way,” Pansy’s back straightened, she didn’t hate you but she didn’t particularly like you either, nevertheless you continued, “My mother sent me a bottle of that muggle nail polish I told you about. It’s quite cute, I could do your nails later if you’d like,” You offered kindly. Pansy’s eyes widened as she glanced from you to Draco, he shrugged.

“It’s a muggle thing?” Pansy asked curiously,

“Oh yes, but it’s so much easier than doing it with spells, surprisingly. I think it’s quite genius actually, I did mine yesterday night.” you flashed Pansy your fingernails that were delicately painted a light shade of blue. Draco studied you as you began to converse energetically with Pansy, your yellow tie laid nicely on your chest whilst your hair was messily pulled back. He couldn’t help but fall further in love with you as you laughed and even spoke to Blaise a bit about the quidditch teams you were interested in. You were just so simply kind and generous that he even felt a bit guilty. He was worried he would scare you off or even worse, transform your kindness and friendliness to something cold and more like him. However, you seemed to be unchanged and remained the same front the first day he met you. 

“Draco?” His focus was blinked out of his eyes as you peered at you,

“Yes?”

“Is there something on my face?” You ask, wiping your lips insecurely.

“Only beauty,” Draco said. The moment he uttered those words, he regretted it immediately. Blaise howled with laughter whilst Pansy began to tease him. He scowled at them and sent his friends dirty daggers. You beamed at him with a delighted gleam in your eye, 

“Aw, Draco. You’re so sweet, isn’t he sweet?” you turned to Blaise after pressing a quick kiss on Draco’s cheek.

“Oh, the sweetest.” Blaise cooed sarcastically whilst catching his breath. Underneath the table, you squeeze Draco’s hand reassuringly and leaning your head on his shoulder. Draco would never admit this to anyone, except maybe you, but he was changing. He didn’t push first years, nor spend his free periods mocking the stutters and stance of the third years. In fact, he can’t even pin the last snarky comment he made towards Potter.

“Malfoy, maybe you should rethink having a blood traitor sit at our table. It’s quite despicable if you ask me, disgusting even,” A hateful voice sounded from behind you. A few Slytherin boys who you had sadly not friended yet sneered at you. Before Draco could respond angrily and tell him to piss right the fuck off, you chimed up.

“You’re Earl Elmer, right?” You turned and rummaged through your school bag frantically before removing a crumbled piece of parchment and smoothing it down on the table. “‘m sorry if it’s a little torn, I overheard you in Charms the other day. You said you were having trouble, so I took some extra notes for you. I hope they help.” The boy looked nervously at his friends and glared at the parchment before scoffing leaving the Great Hall. You frowned, “I know it’s a little crumpled, but I didn’t think it was that bad,”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and rubbed your shoulders comfortingly, “He’s a bloody twat, don’t bother with Elmer.” 

“I don’t want him to be upset. If I made him angry or something of the sort I’d be gutted.”

“You’re too kind sometimes,” Draco mumbled over the chatter of the Great Hall, “you barely notice when someone’s being a right arse to you.”

“I think he has the potential to be actually quite kind,”

“Don’t count on it. Now, eat your dessert or you’ll be cranky later.” You sniffed before nodding and reaching for a cup of pudding. Draco’s heart thumped, even after being treated awfully, you still went out of your way to be kindhearted to someone. You were too good for him, and he knew it.

“If you want me to, I’ll hex him,” Pansy offered, biting into her cupcake. 

“That’s nice, Pansy, but I think I’ll pass.” You said, leaning on Draco’s shoulder again, humming contently.

In your room, you laid on your stomach with your textbook. You groaned loudly making Draco look up from his spot on your bed. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked, pulling you lay back so your back was on his chest.

“I hate Transfiguration,” you grumbled, “I can barely make out the words anymore.”

“Oh? Hate? I wasn’t sure that word was in your dictionary,” Draco teased, combing his fingers through your hair.

“It’s not, maybe I’ve been spending too much time with you,” you teased back.

“Maybe,” he bent his neck to kiss your cheek, “Transfiguration can’t be that hard.” 

“It is, you don’t even understand, my brain is exhausted, it’s simply too hard,” you said dramatically,

“I’m in your class, Love.”

“But still! You’re a smarty smarty pants. And I’m just a dumb dumb.”

“You’re a Prefect,” He pointed out. “And, not to mention, one of the smartest witches in our year.”

“You know what, you are the loveliest boyfriend ever,” you switched positions so you were in his lap and cradled his face. You pecked kisses on his face affectionately, his hands sliding on your hips and down your thighs. 

“What’s with all the kisses?” Draco wasn’t complaining, but he didn’t want to turn your head from studying either. 

“You just look so cute sitting there, I couldn’t help it. Thought you deserved some kisses!” you smiled and kissed his neck lightly and then locking your lips with his. Everything about your kisses made his head swoon, he forgot about the war, the darkness his family that engulfed his family and even his own battles with anxiety and sadness. He melted instantly into your touch, moving his hands tentatively to hug your waist. You tasted of berries and the muggle chapstick you insisted on wearing in the winters to prevent chapped lips. You felt his hands wander softly, almost scared as you nipped at his bottom lip leaving him breathless. For someone so sweet, you kissed like a woman on a mission. Your hips slowly grinding into his and the top buttons of his shirt coming undone. His lips trailed down your neck and above your collar bone, focusing on the soft skin that begged him to bite. Draco felt as though his heart would plummet into the ground as you pulled your shirt off. 

“I-” he stuttered,

“Yes?” You asked innocently,

Draco raised so he was leaning on his elbows whilst you straddled him. Your fingers quicker to unbutton his shirt, as he ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it softly. You moaned as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. A sudden knock at the door made you bolt upright. Your hair a mess from Draco’s pulling and your lips swollen from Draco’s kisses. You gasped, realizing your shirt had been thrown across the room and Draco’s was mostly unbuttoned. Draco whined at the lack of contact but you shot him a warning look before shoving a sweater over your head. You swung open the door looking for who had knocked only to lower your eyes and see a young Hufflepuff from first year.

“I’m sorry to interrupt!” She squeaked, “I just had a, uh, a question on my Transfiguration homework but I can go,” as she turned you caught her shoulder and sent her a soft look,

“No worries! Transfiguration can be tricky, can’t it?” You looked over your shoulder at Draco who looked up at the ceiling with annoyance, tapped his wrist to signal to hurry up. Obviously, he wanted to get back to kissing his gentle girlfriend. You shooshed him and twirled to speak to the Hufflepuff, “Maisie, right?” She nodded, “Will you just hold on one second, then my brain and my skills are all yours.”

You closed the door and rushed around your dorm, throwing clothes into your chest and frantically tidying up. Draco watched amused, legs stretched out on the bed with his arms under his head and his back against the headboard.

“Can’t you just tell her to bugger off?” he asked, motioning for you to come closer,

“Absolutely not. One, that’s rude. And two, it may seem foreign to you, but I do actually want to help her.”

“But we were... doing stuff,” Draco whined, it was unlike his character to beg but he had just gotten a taste of you and was starving for more.

“Were we?” You joked and pointed at his shirt, “You better button-up, buttercup!” Draco grumbled and complied as you threw the door open. 

“Come in, come in!” You motioned her forwards, she stepped cautiously into your dorm, observing the nice moss plants you had hanging as well as the cozy rug you had placed on the floor. Her eyes wandered to Draco’s figure and instantly froze in fear,

“If-if you have guests, Y/N, I can always come later,” She stuttered, fiddling with her textbook.

“What him? Don’t worry, he’s nothing but a big ole bloke who just so happens to be dating me. Plus, what are Prefects for? Now, take a seat, you can sit on the bed or on the desk,”

Draco sent her a glare making her respond quickly, “I’ll sit at the desk.” You mentally scolded Draco before helping your first-year friend with her homework.

As you bid her goodbye after helping her with her homework and sending her off with a lolly, you shut the door and sighed with happiness. Draco’s arms opened, motioning for you to fall into them and lay comfortably on his chest.

“I’m so happy,” you mumbled into his shirt,

“Is that so?”

“I love helping people,”

“I noticed.” Draco rubbed soothing circles on your back,

“‘m tired,” you yawned.

“How is it that you have so much energy to help people and care for them when you’re just a small little thing?” Draco’s voice was low, nearly lulling you to sleep. He truly was amazed at your capabilities to be so good-hearted and pure.

“I love helping people,” your eyes drooped, “just as much as I love you,”

“I love you as well,” Draco soothingly petted your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead, allowing you to drift into a lovely and blissful sleep.

[little-butterfly-writes]

Wednesday

Yoosung Kim X Reader [y/n]

Author’s Note - Sorry this took so long! I also apologize if the ending seems rushed or if Yoosung is OOC. Thank you to the lovely @latte-delf for requesting this, it was an honor to write for you. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings - There’s a brief mention of a panic attack and slight bullying! I’ve tagged where it starts and ends if you’re uncomfortable with that. Lots of time skipping cuz I can’t fucking write. This is unedited, please tell me if there is any mistakes.

I hate him.

I hate him so much!

He stole the position of class president from you three years ago.

Yoosung Kim. He stole my position by two votes. Two. Votes. I was always class president before that! Yet he took it from me. My classmates even had the audacity to say he was a better president when it was time to vote for a new one! Sure, Yoosung was intelligent and popular, but he only won because the girls found him handsome.

And of course, he just (HAS) to go to the same university as you do. Sky University was supposed to be a place free of Yoosung Kim. At least he hasn’t seemed too interested in studies this year. He has failed almost every pop quiz your professor has handed out. Whenever you see his down face, you can’t help but giggle a bit.

I dislike how he’s majoring in the same thing as me still. It feels like he’s saying he can do better. Though his grades haven’t been showing that. He must realize that I’m superior than he ever will be.

~~~~~~~~~~

On Wednesday during your last lecture, you diligently take notes and listen to your professor. You make sure to absorb every bit of information that you can. During the last twenty minutes, your professor makes an announcement. 

“Students, I will be assigning a project due at the end of the month. You will have to find out the evolution of the animal as well as their behaviors. Please include any infectious diseases that they can carry. I will be giving you partners to make the workload easy.” You shrug your shoulders, can’t be too bad.

You wait until your name is called, which takes awhile since your name is lower on the list. You pray to whatever god is out there to not get Yoosung as your partner. 

Apparently, the gods refused to listen to your plea. Your professor calls your name out, “[y/n] [l/n] and Yoosung Kim...you two will have the koala.” A loud groan escapes your mouth at the name.

“ Class is dismissed. Have a good day.” You quickly pack up and speed walk out the lecture hall. Yoosung rushes up to you and taps your shoulder.

“Hey! Wanna exchange numbers so we can find time to work on the project?” The blonde smiles at you. You roll your eyes. “No. I’m going to do it on my own. You can play your stupid little game.” He frowns at your snappy words.

“Are you sure? I’d feel bad if you took all the work by yourself. We also have some tests coming up, so it’ll be a lot to take care of.” The genuine worry in his voice ticks you off. You write down your number on a loose piece of paper and shove it into his chest. Yoosung struggles to keep it off the ground as you walk away.  The walk to your dorm is full of your mumbled curses.

~~~~~~~~~

A chill on Saturday morning wakes you up. You grumble as you check your phone, seeing a text notification from Yoosung. He delivered it at 3:45 am. He’ll be an especially lousy partner today. The previous day, Yoosung invited you to his dorm so that you could work on the project together, to which you begrudgingly agreed. 

You arrive at his dorm within a five minute walk. Your notes and laptop are nestled in your backpack. After a quick rap on the door, Yoosung answers. His hair is mussed and his eyes look droopy. You scoff and push your way inside. Surprisingly, his place is a lot neater than you expected.

“So, should we make a slide and divide the work.” He asks. “I’ll do it on my own, go find something else you can do.” You jab. Yoosung lets out a frustrated sigh and speaks up. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but it’d be a lot easier if we shared the load. Plus, this is my grade as much as it is yours.” You grumble an ‘okay’ and split up topics to focus on. Both of you take turns borrowing your notes and his textbook. 

Around two hours after starting, you and Yoosung decide that you worked enough for the day. He offers to get takeout, to which you agree to. You’re a broke college student, how could you refuse? You sit on the floor with your back against the couch, too brain fried to think. Yoosung plomps on the small couch he has and lets out a groan.

“Want to watch Bulu or something on my laptop?” He offers. You nod your head. Yoosung opens his laptop and signs in to his streaming service. You decide to watch ‘The Workspace’ as you wait for your food. 

Your food arrives. Both of you continue to watch your show. Cheap pizza has never tasted this good. Maybe you’re just so hungry and tired to the point where you don’t even care. “Sorry if it isn’t too good. It was the only place I could find on FoodHub.” He apologizes softly. “It’s okay, I’m too hungry to care anymore.” You earn a chuckle from him. There’s an odd silence after that.

“Uhm…. hey, [y/n]?” He speaks shyly. “What?” You say in a cranky voice, irritated about being disturbed from your slice. Yoosung struggles for a minute before speaking for a minute. “Did I do something to offend you? You seem like you have something against me...”  You stiffen. (TW) Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You honestly never expected this to happen.

A can of worms open up. Your breathing slowly becomes ragged. Averting your gaze doesn’t help, you know his amethyst ones are on you. A wave of panic crosses you. You stammer something incoherent to him. “A-are you okay? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to..” He hurriedly apologizes. You grasp tightly at his wrist, wanting to ground yourself to something. Yoosung’s pulse is a bit fast, yet it helps you regain focus. He awkwardly places a hand on yours. “He….hey, It’s okay.” For once, his voice is actually reassuring. 

“Back in highschool..” You murmur. “You won student president even though I had been the president the years prior.” He looked shocked, eyes wide and lips a bit parted. “I remember. You worked really hard on that campaign.” Yoosung gives you a lopsided smile. “Since I didn’t win, people who I reported causing issues started to bully and harass me. Even some people who I used a slightly harsh tone with mocked me.” Your eyes started to sting. “Oh [y/n]...”

“The worst part of all, my parents were upset that I didn’t get the role again. They scolded me for not doing good enough.” (TW End) Yoosung can only pat your back. You don’t know what to think about it. He seems to think that as well, seeing as his hand jumps off you like he was scalded. “I uh… think I should go now. I’ll Lendmo you money for the food…..See ya.” You pack as quickly as possible and run out as fast as you can until you’re out of breath. A block away from Yoosung’s dorms, you stop to take a break. Warmth sets fire to your face when thinking back to being with him. Maybe it’s because you’re embarrassed? Maybe you’re just winded from running. 

There is NO. WAY. your face feels hot because of Yoosung’s comforting presence. There can’t be, it's impossible. You slap your cheeks in an attempt to compose yourself. It doesn’t work.

~~~~~~~~~

Its been a week since you’ve talked to Yoosung. He tries to talk to you, but you always scurry away when he gets too close. He’s even tried texting and throwing notes at you in class which the two of you got in trouble for. It’s only on a Wednesday that he finally catches you in the hall before you run off. The grip of his hand on your wrist is firm, but not to the point of pain.

Yoosung sighs and looks at you. You turn your head away slightly to avoid his burning gaze. “Please don’t be mad…” You hear him suck in a breath. “Mad? Why would you think I’m mad?” Your bottom lip trembles. “For avoiding you..” Yoosung releases your wrist and pats your head. “I’m not mad, I’m worried.” His hand slides down to your shoulder. “I know this won’t really help, but I’m sorry for what happened to you. You’ve been holding this feeling of hate because of some stupid people.” You giggle at his insult to your past peers.

But why do your cheeks feel blazing again? Why are there little butterflies in your stomach? There’s a slight squeeze on your shoulder before he retracts his hand. You wish it was still there so badly, that spot feels cold now. “How about going to my place? We can relax for a bit then work on the project.” He offers. You nod, maybe a little too eagerly as you hear him laugh. Why does he look so cute when he smiles?

You take the bus to his place, the campus being a bit far from his dorms. You immediately collapse on his couch and place an arm over your eyes. The groan that comes from your lips is loud and dramatic. Yoosung laughs loudly, oddly comforting you. He sits by your legs, looking rigid. “So uhm...do you still hate me?” You look him dead in the eye. “Only if you’ll teach me how to play that stupid game of yours.” You smirk. “LOLOL isn’t stupid!” He whines. You start laughing. The scowl on his features make Yoosung look like a puppy who hasn’t gotten a treat. You laugh harder.

Yoosung rolls his eyes. “Fine. I guess I’ll teach you.” You wipe away the tears from your laughing fit and sit up happily. He retrieves his laptop and starts up LOLOL. You notice that the both of you are inching towards each other. “I’ll make your own account just in case you want to play again.” “You mean so I won’t mess up your save file?” Yoosung flounders as you let out a hearty chuckle. You put your email and username in. “ShootingStar_[y/n}? I like it!” He guides you as you create an avatar looking similar to you. You decide to be a mage. During your tutorial levels, you have a hard time navigating with the mouse. He places his right hand on top of your hand on the mouse. Your heart beats erratically while his hand is on yours. There’s a slight blush creeping up on his face as well.

By the time you finish, it’s nearly evening. You take out your laptop while Yoosung logs out and goes into the presentation. You guys spend six hours working, editing each other's slides and practicing presenting. It’s around 12am when you two are content with your work. Yoosung orders some sandwiches from a 24 hour restaurant. 

You decide to stay over since its late. Yoosung lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the couch. His bed is like sleeping on a cloud, so soft and warm. You let yourself drift off peacefully.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you and Yoosung have to present your project in front of the class. His face looks pale, his hands are shaky. “Hey, you okay?” You pat his back. He gulps and nods. “Just a little nervous. It's been awhile since I’ve given your last presentation.” It's your turn to pat his head. His face immediately goes a bright shade of pink.”Wh-what was that for?!” “You did that to me last time I was sad. Besides, I think you’re just mad because you know I’m going to beat you in LOLOL tonight.”  He quickly pouts. “I shouldn’t have shown you PVP mode!”

Your presentation goes well. As you leave your class, your professor hands you a rubric. “Nice work, guys.” He gives you a smile. Yoosung meets you out in the hallway. You both peer at the paper. There’s a huge ‘A’ on the top of your paper. Yoosung looks at you with wide eyes. “Oh my god… I can’t believe we did it!” You jump up and down in exuberance. Yoosung hugs you tight. You can’t deny that you have feelings for him anymore. You kiss his soft lips.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you chase him down the hall.

“Get back here!” You yell. “Make me!” This childish man. You continue your chase until you’re outside on campus. He suddenly stops dead in his tracks. The shock of him giving up so quickly nearly makes you trip. You would’ve become a pancake on the pavement.

“Yoosung Kim, I hate you so much!”

He chuckles warmly. “I love you too”

Yoosung presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll buy you another sweet bun for you. Forgive me?”

“Fine, I guess I forgive you….I love you too..”

You press a kiss to his cheek, relishing in the warmth of the sun shining above you.

[ac-liveblogs]

Sorry for Spam (1) After suckin it up and playing thru Ei + Kokos Qs (Must reach Itto) I sadly realise they had potential. Shoguns doubt, her witnessing how humans change (resist her) naturally, which plays into Inazuma’s theme of resistance (Every day resistance vs political and military resistance) was cool imo. Holding out for abdication arc.But it was buried under weird date imagery, genshins giant paragraphs, n contradicted by pt 2. In pt 2, Ei forgets all doubt, regret, n contemplation.

Suddenly, people don’t matter nothings her fault. Its all the kujou clan, not like Ei coulda just stepped outside and fixed everything. (did she know abt the fatui or not!?) Its like 2 diff teams wrote the Q! If u took 1 part n made the whole Q, it could be good w polish, but together theyre too confused. I actually see where theyre going with Koko’s Q, but I never read Romance 3 Kingdoms, so its lost on me. Dracaena Somnolenta (sleepin dragon), is the name of Zhuge Liang, military advisor n chancellor, but not ruler. Kokomi seems 2 b cute anime Zhuge Liang, thrust into ruler (Liu Bei) position. All she wants is to advise n strategise, but instead shes gotta deal with appearances, burnout, expectations, n doesn’t trust enough to delegate work (also like Zhuge Liang). She’s PINING 4 a Liu Bei to take the weight off. Problems, interesting as I find the concept, she don’t have the personality to carry it. She’s too dainty, cute n waifu. She cant b smart, resentful, or god forbid bloodthirsty, (too ooc for Zhuge Liang?) I think it’d be funny, tho. Let Koko go apeshit. Her kit is half Childe, so she clearly wants to. Also appreciate the accidental foiling of Koko and Ei. Koko cares abt people, Ei dont. Koko can't delegate, Ei delegates to Tri Comm. Koko is forgiving, Ei stabs all rebels. If Mhy realised the foil, would they invert roles? Swap roles? Would Kokomi simp 4 someone who deserves it? like Venti?

Ei is a complete nightmare of a character. Her complete lack of agency and culpability within the game completely shatters any interest I might have in her. The extent to which the game tries to excuse her of any wrongdoing and reduce her to a character that needs you, the super special Traveller uwu, to save her and show her the wrongs she's allowed to happen is honestly nauseating.

It's not even that her people resisting her even matters - she says that she already knew people didn't like what was happening - it's that you were so special as to show her! But the thing about Ei not being treated as being responsible for anything means that no-one can blame her for anything, and that means that everyone else in Inazuma has to be the kind of person that would allow her to get away with doing what she did, which means that everyone in Inazuma must be a doormat.

How to put this. Genshin has this habit of sanding the edges off it's playable characters, you know? Anything dubious must be removed. Any bad things must simply be implied, or otherwise shoved under the rug as much as possible. It wasn't really Ei's fault all this bad stuff is happening and uh, also, wow the NPC Kujou Clan-

Hey, do you think Childe faced any actual consequences for what happened in Liyue? Do you think we'll ever actually see him be half as manic as his profile would imply? Will he ever even kill someone that didn't deserve it or at all? 'Cause I kinda doubt it!

Kokomi can't be resentful or bloodthirsty, because that would mean Ei would have to be treated as responsible for something she did so as to justify Kokomi feeling this way. So because we can't blame Ei, we must make Kokomi the kind of person that would forgive her even if that is actively less interesting.

And you know what? That's boring as hell. Genshin characters are boring as hell. I always look at them and see all the ways they could be interesting if only Mihoyo was willing to make them be messy, but instead I get admirable mature characters that have already completed their character arcs or are willing to turn the other cheek.

Kokomi is a human girl that worships a God that was killed by Ei centuries ago. She is waging war she cannot win against a god and has only survived this long because that god has not directly engaged her. That is super interesting! Kokomi has reason to want revenge, to feel despair, to be crushed by the pressure of knowing she's expected to somehow pull out a victory against an impossible opponent because what's the alternative? Letting Ei do as she pleases in Watatsumi again?

I played Kokomi's quest thinking I could have really liked her if she'd been written better. Unfortunately, we got this.

Ei is a god trying to force her own inhuman perspective onto her human subjects in a way that is simply incompatible with their way of life! She's blocked them off from the outside world and is reducing the people to mere husks of themselves - why is it that everyone is so calm about this, or rather, isn't it horrifying that everyone is so used to Ei that it doesn't even occur to them to fight back? When the god next door decides to uproot your way of life, what can you even do about it?

These are interesting things to tackle! There are cool things you can do! But in refusing to engage with Ei as someone that should face consequences for her actions, Inazuma and every character in it has to suffer.

God, there is no way Mihoyo noticed any similarities between Kokomi and Ei. I doubt they were even really thinking about anything besides how they were going to justify letting Ei off the hook by the end of it.

Itto's quest is solidly okay though. Shoutout to Itto for being the only dude in Teyvat that a) doesn't fall all over himself to lick our shoes and b) doesn't need us to get shit done.