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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 1 year

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hi! i just saw your analysis of the “treasure of my heart” quote and omg you have a GIFT for analysis! In that post you mentioned the “Rare Spices” billboard Inej talks about in CK; I’d love to hear more of your thoughts on that!

Hi, thank you so much!!! I personally think that the “Rare Spices” advert is one of the most important pieces of information we get to further both worldbuilding and charactisation, so let’s talk about it.

The advert is massive sign painted on the side of a warehouse in Ketterdam, near Sweet Reef, and alongside the words “Rare Spices” it depicts two young Suli women in “scant silks”, mimicking those that Inej was forced to wear at the Menagerie. When she’s first liberated from Tante Heleen, Inej begins to explore Ketterdam and one of the first things she sees beyond the city centre is this advert. It terrifies her. It terrifies her so much that she stands there just staring at it for an unspecified amount of time, before turning and running back to the Slat faster than she has ever run before. In fact, it terrified her so very much that she has a nightmare about the girls on the billboard that night. In Inej’s nightmare the girls come to life but are trapped in the paint, banging on the billboard to get her attention to ask her to free them, whilst she is powerless to help them. Inej at the time comments on the horror of seeing this scene mere miles from where “the rights to her body” were bought and sold and haggled over (I think most of that is quotation but I don’t have my books to hand so I’m not 100% sure), and it tells us so much about how the Suli culture is exploited and fetishised within this community; whether it’s Ketterdam, the rest of Kerch, or the world at large (we could argue this is highly implied through Zoya’s POV, but it’s a whilst since I read KoS and RoW so if anyone wants to weigh in on Zoya in this then please do I’d love to read it 😁).

In my post where I mentioned the Rare Spices poster I was specifically focusing on the way Inej’s culture was sexualised for the purpose of being at the Menagerie, and how we know that other cultures are appropriated and fetishised by the Pleasure Houses as well (the Fjerdan girl at the Menagerie wears the wolf mask, an animal sacred to her people, and Nina wore a fake Kefta that was made in Kerch and is described to be a pale imitation of real Ravkan-made Kefta). But for Inej, up to the point of seeing this sign, that was a small part of the world; the actions of the few, a localised evil that she understood to be the opposite of the rest of the world because she still viewed everything with a childlike innocence. Seeing this sign breaks that façade for her and is arguably the first step towards what she views as the ultimate corruption of her innocence: murder. Because once she knew that the world on mass would see her and her people the way she was forced to present them, to appropriate her own culture, and to be fetishised for her “caramel” skin and “farcical mockery of a Suli caravan” she was forced to admit to herself that there was no way of returning to the person she used to be; not only someone who had been violated, exploited, and abused but also someone who believed that on the whole the world was a good place and that as long as you avoided the small parts of it that were dangerous you’d be okay.

And consider the wording of the sign. “Rare spices” next to two young Suli women wearing “scraps of mint-coloured silk”. There is a long history in our world of sexualising the so-called “exotic”; even the English/British idea, that I assume is what led to this same idea in the USA and much of the English-speaking world, that blonde women are more attractive, often leading them to be over-sexualised, can be drawn back to the Roman Colonisation of England because the vast majority of Romans were brunette or dark-haired and they saw the blonde Anglo-Saxons as “exotic” and attractive. (To be clear, in our own society this long history sexualisation has been mostly aimed towards people of colour and I’m absolutely not ignoring that, I’m just using this example because it’s the furthest back in history that I know of being as the colonisation was around 43 CE). The presentation of not only the spices but these women as “rare” to increase their sex appeal enhances this idea of ‘the exotic’ and by comparing them to the spices it, very similarly to all of the language surrounding Inej at the Menagerie, labels the women as stock, as produce, as something consumable like spices.

But something that I personally find really beautiful that Leigh Bardugo does surrounding this sign as well, is that Inej never condemns the girls on the billboard for the ‘suggestive’ outfits they wear, as long as they are worn by their own choice. She imagines that when she has her ship and begins to hunt slavers that the paint will peel from the sign and that she will have finally succeeded in freeing the girls, that they will “dance for no-one but themselves” and this is so beautiful but also so important as a declaration of female empowerment and autonomy because they have every right to dance and wear whatever they want to, but no-one has the right to force them to do that.

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xo-urban · 2 years

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Heyyy I just stumbled across your page recently and can I just say I am impressed, also I saw your beta reader thing and I completely get that cause editing can be a pain in the ass lol.

Could I request John Price with a reader who has a prosthetic leg and is also a part of the 141 task force, and the others don’t know he is missing a leg until one day when it’s revealed to them at like a bar or something and John is laughing at the others reactions? Sorry if that’s so vague but I didn’t see anything for John and I was like ykw Price deserves some love lol

omg hi I read some of your fics and didn’t expect you at all. hi ily and your writing LMAO

Losing a Leg at a Bar

Pairing: John Price x Male Reader

Summary: The team finds out you lost your leg in a mission while you and Price laugh at their reactions at a local bar.

Warnings: Typical Mission violence, fluff and funny moments, sexual intentions near the end.

Word count: 710

You had always worked by Price’s side, you two had been together through thick and thin. Yet you still were able to love in the darkest time.

Price still loved you even after you lost one of your legs in a devastating mission, losing more than what you could ever imagine. You were sneaking up with your duo to a building to raid, but landmines were littered everywhere, no one knew, the field was set to blow. On that day you stood too close to your teammate, losing your leg from the knee down and the life of your best friend. You weren’t in the best mental place after it, but Price helped you overcome this obstacle, with the time you both spent together only let the two of you fall in love with each other more, and you recovered in no time, standing by Price’s side as he stood by yours proudly, thankful you weren’t lost that day.

Now here you are with the new family the people call Task Force 141, a team like no other. Today was a day to kick off those boots and relax for some great time, it has been a while and Soap decided to treat the team to a night at a great bar he knew of. Course you wouldn’t turn down anything free, despite Price’s protests of wanting to relax at base longer with you, you convinced him enough to have a few drinks or more with you.

The glasses clinked together in a cheer with everyone around the table, soft smiles all around as shots of whiskey were downed in a single go. Laughter filling the air, even Ghost cracked a few smiles with his lifted mask. Price’s arm was around your waist as the team talked about some moments that happened around base, such as Soap slipping multiple times down a slippery hallway filled with his screaming and curses.

“Your turn to get the next round love..” Price smiled, patting your thigh as you nodded. You shifted off the seat to stand, stretching with a hum, it felt amazing. “WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR OTHER LEG?” Soap’s surprised yell almost silenced the bar. He had hit Ghost on accident who spat out his whiskey all over Gaz who cursed profanities in anger and amazement. Price laughed loudly in his seat. You turned around in confusion, watching the once calm table become a mess in seconds. “Seems like you forgot something” Price grinned, still giggling at the other’s reactions. You looked down and laughed, “Right.”

You had taken off your prosthetic leg since wearing it for so long was super uncomfortable, but you haven’t remembered to slide it back on, how could you remember anyways? You couldn’t even feel it. Soap was still spewing questions about it, asking how it happened and how long since it happened while Ghost was still trying to get some air in his lungs after that, Gaz just sat there wiping off the whiskey on him before he turned his full attention on you as you were putting the prosthetic back on. “Let the man relax before answering your questions, Soap.”

“I’ll explain after the next round!” You laughed, waving Soap off, who still couldn’t believe it as you walked away to get some more shots. When you came back of course, you were bombarded with questions. You sat down beside Price, who immediately snaked his hand around your waist protectively.

You explained the story of how you lost your leg to the team, each one listening with interest, Soap didn’t even wait to ask you questions once you finished your story, you spoke with ease, cracking a few jokes on the way.

After Soap left you alone to go bother Ghost and Gaz, you leaned against Price with a content sigh, “That felt good..” Price smiled at you, placing a soft kiss on your head, “I bet it was.. I love you, with two legs or one.” Price laughed as you slapped his shoulder. “It would be a lie if I didn’t say I love you, but right now I don’t think you deserve one after that.”

“Love!”

“Nope. Earn it back big guy”

“How about tonight in my room?”

“Sounds like a plan..”

#fanfic #fanfiction #male reader #modern warefare 2 #captain price x male reader #john price #captain price x reader #john price x male reader

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215-luv · 2 years

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How about JJK CHARACTERS doing normal jobs other than fighting curses?

// tw: curses/cursing, mentions of drowning

Saleslady!Nobara who is a pro at knowing what clothes matches your complexion and body figure or what accessory would match well with your aura. but will brutally talk shit about you in her mind when you pick up a dress that’s really really bad lmao, she’ll be looking at you and the dress back and forth with an expression that screams, ‘really?’ but don’t worry!! as soon as you ask for her advice, she’s already have 10 planned outfits just for you and a paper with her number on it sliding right inside of your back pocket (without you knowing ofc).

Waiter!Yuuji who never fails to brighten up his customers day with just a smile as he takes their orders and serves their food. the whole restaurant is doting on him lmao they adore him so much that the once mean customer suddenly turns nice under his presence?? the manager definitely gives him a raise for that. he approaches you with a paper and pen on hand and then is taken aback when he sees you because omg you’re so pretty?!??!! he’s all blushing and wide smiles and when comes the time he serves your food he’d mention some stuff like,, “a special dish for a special customer right here” “enjoy your meal, m’lady/my lord *winks*” he’s goofy and extra, i love him.

Librarian!Megumi is the quiet boy who everyone goes to the library not to actually read books but to check him out… i mean, who wouldn’t? he’d have a cardigan as his usual fit, hanging around on his usual place on the front counter while being occupied with a book. when he hears the bell ring from the front door, indicating a customer coming in, he lifts his head up and he sees you—a regular who comes by to actually read books and not make him uncomfortable with the stares, and suddenly his day is complete. you’re probably the only person who he smiles at and nods in greeting. and as for the other people,, well,,, he doesn’t spare them a single glance.

Lawyer!Maki who isn’t afraid to call out and talk shit in court that leaves everyone, including the judge, shitting on their pants because the raging aura she has lmaoo. BUT when you became her client, she suddenly becomes extremely patient and sympathetic with you that leaves her co-workers (the second years) dumbfounded?? like where is maki and what did you do to her?! they all watch as she tells you something with a soft look on her face, “don’t be afraid, alright? i’m here to protect you.” & their jaws drop.

Dentist!Gojo who is the finest dentist you’ve ever seen in your whole life that it leaves you frozen, completely baffled under his presence it makes you want to pass out or turn around and find another clinic, there’s no in between. you lay there while he inspects your teeth and he goes, “mmmmmmmm it’s a mess back here sweetheart..” and never in your life did your mood drop so fast you suddenly think, ‘nvm he’s ugly’ lmao

Hairdresser!Inumaki who is a pro at getting the EXACT look you want for your hair as the one you showed him on your phone. he’s not like one of those hairstylists who gets barely half of the hairstyle you want done (which is annoying, fr). but this man however, will definitely take hairstyling to a whole new level. he’s the type to not talk alot. he simply takes a look at the hairstyle you like and then he’s already got them hair dye and scissors ready. he’s not the mean type, definitely all cute and jolly even though he’s wearing a mask that covers his lower face because his eyes tells you everything, they’re so expressive that you almost giggle by the way his eyebrows were furrowed and all concentrated when he’s trimming your strands. and plus, the way his hands are on your hair is so soothing n gentle, you’ve almost fallen asleep halfway through the treatment lmao

Car Mechanic!Toji (aight here me out,,) is HOT. and i mean you go to his shop with your car and park at the front,, when you roll down your window you nearly passed out when you’re met with the sight of a handsome man wearing a tank top with a scar on the edge of his lip that forms a smirk the moment he sees your pretty face. and he goes, “gotta problem with that engine sweetheart?” and bullshit, because he’s completely right about that darn engine. you’re definitely poking holes on your tires when you get home tonight.

Nurse!Nanami who visits your room at any time of the day to make sure you’ve been drinking your medicine. he’s always there to assist you, asking you if you’ve been feeling any pain lately, and if you mention about having back pains, he quickly has his hands on your back, gently going from area to area and asking where does it hurt specifically, then goes to massage a particular area and asks, “is this alright? do you feel any discomfort?” but then there are also those times where you rebel and leave your room at a late hour (which is prohibited for u). so after his rounds around the floor, when nanami sees you sitting on one of the couches on the waiting room, he sighs. and when you greet him with an innocent smile, “hi, nanam—“ “get back to your room. now.”

Daycare Teacher!Yuuta who is the sweetest rookie ever. he’s also the youngest & the only boy among the old ladies who were working at the daycare. he at first was really awkward around kids, but that doesn’t stop him from adoring and caring about them with all his heart. the first time he met you, you were bringing your niece to the daycare and he’s baffled—you were so beautiful he couldn’t just seem to be aware of his surroundings!! and,, well, he bumps into one of the kids.. which was your niece who was actively running to the entrance that she ended up bumping into his leg lmao. a million apologies later, he faces you with a blush on his face, “i-i’m.. really sorry.. how could i make it up to you..?” and you know, you were also surprised bc he was asking how he could make it up to YOU??? like you were the one who bumped into his leg and not your niece hahahah,, but that’s okay! you weren’t gonna waste this chance anyway,, so why not suggest a date?? :DD

Lifeguard!Geto who the girls couldn’t help but gape at on a day at the beach. he stands on the shore where he gets a view of the people, especially at sea. on other days he either wears a tank top or goes topless with a whistle hanging around his neck. he sometimes walks around the shore, smiling politely at people—who swiftly becomes head over heels for him. he meets you when he saves you from a drowning accident. while you were still in the midst of fear, he’s got you in his arms as he lowers you to the ground and he instinctively consults you, “hey hey, i’m here. it’s okay. you’re okay, you’ve got me.” and when you do get a bare grip of tranquil, your eyes meets his, and then suddenly your breathing calms down. of course, geto notices it, earning a relieved smile forming on his face as you felt his thumb gently rubbing against your skin.

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ithaquasbbg · 10 months

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I would like itha fic where the reader is head over heels for him and just talk about how pretty he is constantly (I’m a little crazy abt him…but shhh no one knows that/j)

Omg im also crazy for Itha ☺️ hence the user. In this fic… we will Rizz him up.

“Pretty boy” - Ithaqua x Gn! Reader

Pairing : Ithaqua x reader

TW(s) : none!

You’re in the middle of a match, running towards your teammate who had just been chaired. After being able to hold off the Hunter for a while, they had been downed and you now had to rescue since you were the closest. When you get close, you peek over at the Hunter and see an unfamiliar figure. He’s tall and thin, wearing a pair of thin stilts that surely couldn’t be convenient for hunting. As you get closer, he seems to take notice of you and gets ready to swing, trying to keep you from rescuing.

It takes a moment but you manage to get your teammate out without getting hurt, now helping them get out of the way of the Hunter. Before you can even manage to think, you feel a wind current beginning to pull the two of you towards the Hunter. Against your best judgment, you decide to take advantage of the fact he’s wearing stilts, moving your leg just enough to kick them back, causing the Hunter to fall on top of you, giving your teammate time to run as far away as possible.

You can hear him cursing under his breath as he pushes himself off of you, getting ready to go for the hit until he realizes that his mask as fallen off, and you can in fact see him clearly. He has the most gorgeous face you’ve ever seen on a man, with big doe eyes and the cutest cheeks. “You’re… really pretty..” you find yourself saying, not realizing you said that out loud until you see his face flush moments later, as much as he tries to look angry. “You can’t just trip me!” He says, the grip on his weapon tightening, though for some reason he cannot seem to hit you.

You notice one more thing up close, the fact that his eyes are red and slightly puffy, as if he had been crying during the match. “Is there something wrong with you?” You ask, watching as his eyes widen in realization. “I’m alright.” He claims this with a blank look on his face, clearly uncomfortable with the fact he’s been seen like this as he reaches for his mask, about to put it back on.

In a second, you reach for the mask and hold it just out of his reach, smirking ever so slightly. “Why would a pretty boy like you want to hide your face?” You smirk while asking this, watching as his previously blank expression shifts into a frown. “Pretty boy? I have a name, you know.” There’s a moment of awkward silence until he reaches for his mask again, getting annoyed when you once again pull it out of reach. “If you don’t want to be called ‘pretty boy’ then, can you at least tell me your name?” The corners of your lips perk up after asking, watching him seriously contemplate it for a moment.

“Ithaqua.” He states bluntly. “My name is Ithaqua, now can I please have my mask back?” You feel a giggle escaping from your throat as you stare at him. “Not even a, ‘what’s your name’?” You’re obviously trying to continue this conversation as long as possible, just to get a good look at the gorgeous young man in front of you. He doesn’t seem to be enjoying this interaction as much, and simply groans. “..What’s your name?” He asks, staring at you with those gorgeous eyes of his. “(Name)” you say this bluntly, since you’ve gotten what you want, you decide to hand him his mask back.

“It looks like my teammates have all escaped by now..” you think, staring out at an open exit gate and going to make a run for it. “See you around, pretty boy!” You shout to him one last time, watching his face go bright red, whether it be out of embarrassment or annoyance as you leave.

-end-

God this is a short fic and I’m not used to writing like this but.. rjdjsjsjdsjsjd

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jayfortheday · 2 years

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I am OBSESSED with your Vance writings, literally losing my mind I’m so glad someone else likes him as much as I do. Any chance you could write an AU where the reader is kidnapped by the grabber and Vance saves/comforts them?? thank you again for your works omg I love them, and no worries if my ask is out of your comfort zone!

Stolen (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 2034

Description: Ever since Y/N was taken by the Grabber, all of Vance’s time has gone towards finding them. When Vance wanders a certain neighborhood after days of searching, he spots Y/N in the window of a stranger's basement.

Tags: canon divergence, alternate universe, kidnapping, blood, police, gunshots, violence, angst, fuck sound physics

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On normal days, Vance would walk you home from school. However, Vance had tutoring on Fridays so you were all alone today. As you walked along the empty sidewalk, you could hear the sound of a car rounding the corner behind you. You could hear the car approach and in your peripheral vision, you could see a large black van pull up beside you. You paused and turned your head to look at it. The window on the passenger's side was open and inside, you saw an unfamiliar man wearing dark sunglasses. He stopped his van alongside you.

“I’m sorry, kid, but do you know how to get to the highway from here? I’m trying to get to Denver,” the man inside said, laughing a little as he talked. You took a moment to think about how to describe the directions. “Uh, yeah. You’re gonna wanna turn out of the neigborhood up on Rayland street and go left ‘till you hit Main and-.” The man raised up his hand to interrupt you.

“Do you think you could just show me on my map? I know I’m gonna forget what you said,” he laughed again as he spoke. It put you off a little but you nodded.

He grabbed something you presumed was a map from his glovebox and opened his driver side door to step out and walked towards you. He walked around the van to you and you waited for him to show you his map. Before you could even comprehend what happened, he brought up some kind of aerosol can and sprayed something into your face. You cried out but a consuming void overtook all your senses and you fell limp into the man’s waiting arms.

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When you awoke, you found yourself on a stained mattress with an offensive odor. Your vision was cloudy as you looked around the room. Through your blurry vision, you saw concrete walls with one small window near the top of the wall on your left. Other than that one source of light, the room was dark. You groaned slightly and tried to use your arms to raise yourself. Despite your best efforts, they gave out and you fell back onto the mattress. Black began to cloud your vision again and sleep took you once more.

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When you awoke again, your vision was more clear. Your body didn’t feel as heavy and you were able to support yourself when you sat up. You rubbed some of the sleep from your eyes and ran your hands through your hair as you typically would when you woke up. When you finally took a good look at your surroundings, it hit you what had happened. You cautiously lifted your head to examine your space.

You jumped slightly as you saw a figure standing on the wall, just under the window. Your eyes went wide as they stayed trained on them.

“Awake?” The figure asked, slowly stepping forward. You didn’t respond. As the figure came into the light, you saw a tall man wearing a strange mask with horns and a large smile. He stepped forward, stopping at the edge of the mattress and crouched down so he was eye level with you.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said with a casual tone, speaking slightly slower than you would expect him to. He reached out his hand and lightly ran it along the side of your face. You shut your eyes and shuddered at the touch.

“You look thirsty. You want a soda?” The man asked. His tone was hard to read and not being able to see his expression made his intentions unclear. You were thirsty though, but you were too afraid to properly respond.

“I’ll be right back,” the man said, standing back to his full height and walking to the door at the other end of the room. With nothing else to do, you lay onto the mattress and waited for the man to return.

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Vance, once again, wandered a new neighborhood. He looked at all the houses, gardens, and even trash cans looking for something that could guide him to your whereabouts. As he had for the past five days, he found nothing. All of the houses were normal houses, all the gardens were normal gardens, even all the trash was normal trash. His steps grew tired, he was beginning to lose hope.

Just inside the range of his hearing, he began to detect a quiet sound. The sound of a voice calling out, though he could make out no words. Although he had very little reason to believe it was anything other than normal, Vance followed the sound to find it’s cause. The sound was only a couple houses away, someone not looking likely wouldn’t notice. Once he finally found the area from which the sound was coming, he paused, his eyes dutifully searching.

There were two houses right next to each other, and Vance stood between them. As soon as he had reached the peak of the noise, it stopped and was replaced by another sound. What sounded like quiet screams before was now replaced by even quieter sobs. Vance’s mind was racing, but only between two thoughts. ‘What if it was you’ and ‘what if it isn’t you’,

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You had screamed until your throat burned and your cheeks hurt to move. Even with all your desperate screams, there was no indication that anyone could hear you. You tried to push out another scream but your throat refused. After another attempt, you stopped. An utter feeling of defeat began to sink into your heart. You lay down on the mattress and rubbed your palms on your eyes.

Your breath hitched in your throat as tears began to spill from your eyes. Even though there was no one there to witness your misery, you tried to hold in your tears, as if crying was admitting defeat to the situation. Despite your best effort, the sobs broke through. As soon as they came, you caved into the sadness, allowing your emotions to break free. You hugged your arms around yourself, leaning on your side as your body shook. Your body was still quite injured from what you had endured a couple of nights before, so your sobs were agonizing.

You missed your house, you missed your dog, you missed your friends, and in this moment, you missed Vance. You wanted so desperately to leave wherever you were and to just forget this all happened, to pretend it was a dream. You imagined that you left, you imagined you were saved, you imagined that you stayed late at school or never agreed to give that man directions, anything but this.

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Stuck between two houses, Vance contemplated what to do. He looked for a place to start, maybe a window or a door, something. Close to the ground on the house on his left lay a small window, maybe two feet by four feet. Having nowhere else to look, Vance leaned down and peered in the window. He wasn’t prepared for what he would see inside.

Inside, he saw a stained bed with a curled up figure in the middle, emitting the sobs he heard from outside. There were metal bars on the window obscuring his view, but he could still see what he needed. He gave the window a knock, trying to attract the attention of the figure inside. The person inside froze at the noise, ceasing all noise and movement. Vance knocked again and the person cautiously looked up to the window with new confirmation of where the sound came from.

Although he couldn’t make out any facial features, the hair and clothes were strikingly familiar. The figure on the bed stood up and slowly approached the window. He waited impatiently for their face to enter the light.

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The knock on the window had pulled you from your sorrow. You froze at the sound, not sure if it was real or imagined. When it came again, you knew it was real. You looked up to the window, hopeful someone had noticed your screams. As you looked up, you saw a shadow blocking the light coming in. You stood up slowly, cautiously approaching the window. You were careful. What if this was a trap? You approached the window until you were as close as you could get while still remaining in view.

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Now that light was shown on the features of the person in the basement room, Vance’s hopes and fears were confirmed. There you stood, red eyes and tear-stained face, scratches, and bruises on your cheeks and eye. Your hair was messy and your clothes wrinkled and splattered with blood. Emotions inside him swelled as he processed you standing there. He watched your face change from confusion to shock. He watched you run up to the window and try to jump to climb it. Your hands hit the sill but your grip wasn’t tight enough and you fell. Empathetic pain crossed his face as your head smacked against the concrete floor.

You took a small second before standing up and walking up to the window again.

“Vance,” you said, your voice greatly muffled by the thick glass and metal bars. “Vance, help. Please help.” Sadness filled Vance’s heart as he heard the subtle defeat in your muffled voice.

“I’m gonna get you out of there, Y/N. I swear, I swear on my life,” Vance promised, pressing his hand to the window. “I’m gonna get the cops, and they’re gonna get you out of there, and they’re gonna arrest the motherfucker who did this, and everything’s gonna be ok.” You nodded, back up slightly, and sat back on the bed, still looking at Vance.

“Please hurry, Vance,” you pleaded. “I’m scared.”

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Sirens blared around the house as cops flooded the inside. Vance stood anxiously by the sidewalk, waiting for any sign of you. At least six cops entered the home, guns bared. There was shouting inside and the sound of a single shot being fired. Vance winced at the sound. Normally, Vance would appear stoic to any passersby, but the emotion of the situation had him anxious.

Soon enough, two officers walked out of the house, escorting a man. The man had chin-length hair and pale skin. He struggled against the cops, who held him by his arms. They escorted him to the herd of police cars, where they roughly shoved him inside of one. It was maybe one minute more before the rest of the officers exited the house. The first three cops emerged empty-handed, but the fourth carried a body in his arms. Vance immediately knew it was you.

You were curled into the officer’s body, shaking slightly. Vance watched the officer walk over to and rest you in the ambulance parked by the sidewalk. Once they sat you in the van and the police officer walked over to the others, Vance ran over to you.

“Y/N!” He called out as he ran to you.

“Vance!” You shouted back to him, trying to stand to meet him. He met you before you could and almost tackled you in an embrace. Pain coursed through your body as he held you, but the emotional relief was too great to end it.

Vance pulled away slightly to examine you. He lightly brushed a piece of hair away from your face to examine your facial injuries.

“Y/N, I, I��m so sorry, I-,” you cut him off with a finger to his mouth. You grabbed either side of his face and pulled his lips to yours. You kissed him gently, yet passionately. As soon as you pulled him into you, he wrapped his arms around your torso and leaned into the kiss. After a couple of seconds, you pulled away.

“I really missed you, Vance,” you sighed, your lip trembling slightly. Vance brought his hand up to your face and smoothed over your lip with his thumb.

“I missed you too, baby,” he replied softly. “But you’re back to me now, and you better bet I’m never letting you go again.”

“Never?” You chuckled quietly. Vance pressed another quick kiss to your lips.

“Never.”

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A/N: Woah! This is the longest fic I've written exclusively for this blog! I hope y'all who had the stamina enjoyed it, I had a blast writing it. I based the reader's experience off of Finny's in the movie since it sounds like the same things that happened to him happened to the other kids as well

#vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the black phone #fanfiction #fanfic

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tiredlilguy · 8 months

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Could you maybe do Lippmann s/o hcs please?

(btw luv your acc xx <3)

a/n: a;sldkfj omg ty ty <3 i'm glad that you enjoy the account >:D i made some fluffy hc's with the actor man! i hope u enjoy themmmm; also i realized i didn't really mention the mafia aspect of him all that much, so these are mostly just a lot of domestic fluff hc's also for anyone who's interested: here's the [SB masterlist]

pairing: Lippmann X GN!Reader cw: N/A, not proofread, just a lot of fluff desc: some fluffy domestic hc's with the actor man >:D

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but he’s definitely really quiet about your relationship; he very much has a public face, but he wants to keep that life away from you, not wanting you to be in danger, nor have to deal with that sort of industry

I can imagine that if you’re with him, you’re someone he can drop all of his masks for; he’s comfortable being vulnerable with you

Enjoys laying down on your lap while you caress his hair, he’ll close his eyes and hum to himself and to you while you read or scroll through your phone

I can see him liking to practice his lines with you- he’ll be given a new script and tell you that you are every other character and he plays as himself; it’s a little goofy and sometimes he’ll make you put on different hats to help him indicate what character’s line you’re saying

Would prefer a lot or quiet moments with you, you’re the one person (besides the flags) who he can fully relax in front of

Greets you by taking your hand and kissing it, then kisses up your wrist and eventually reaches your lips (lots of loft and gentle kisses, but the kiss on your lips is a little bit more desperate)

Takes you on lots of cafe dates; because he can’t really be out and about just anywhere with anyone, he’ll take you out to a lot of cafe dates that are far away/not super popular, sometimes if he’s a regular at a certain cafe, he can ask them to close temporarily (sometimes with money) while you both enjoy your date

This man carries A LOT on his person, but if you gift him something like piece of jewelry or a ring, he’ll always have it with him in his front pocket on his slacks

OR ;;-;; sometimes his coat pockets are stuffed with old movie/show/opera tickets from places he’s taken you too; he wants to archive all of them and put them in an album, but he’s sometimes too busy, so it just stays in his pocket

Speaking of movie/show/opera’s, he definitely takes you out to dates like that; not only can he find a spot where you can both sit alone together and without anyone on his back, but also he likes to dress you up

Will sometimes take you to a fancy play just so you can wear a nice outfit he picked out

DINNER DATES ARE A MUST; he will rent out a whole restaurant for the night, and even a dance hall too (I think I mentioned this already though)

Will always be spoiling you, no matter what, if you’re eyes meet a piece of clothing/jewelry for longer than the average three seconds, he’s getting it for you, no question

He’s a very high maintenance partner, but in full honesty all he wants from you is your love and care :) you don’t have to get him any gifts or anything fancy, he just wants you

Even though he likes to spoil you, he’ll sometimes make his own bouquets out of wild flowers that he found (made sure they weren’t poisonous or anything) and wrap them nicely together with some twine :)

Always makes sure to greet you and leave you with a kiss, he never misses his time to; will sometimes just kiss you out of the blue too (he likes seeing you flustered)

I feel like Lippmann is someone who’d take care of your hair, doesn’t matter what texture/type it is, he’ll adjust to learn how to take care of it; enjoys making you sit in the bath while he washes your hair; sometimes will offer to cut it if you’d like

If he’s warming up his voice, sometimes he’ll do it while you’re doing your morning routine, will hold you while your make coffee/tea and he’s humming note exercises to himself

Whenever he’s holding you, he always has his hands around your waist and rocking you both side to side

=w= the fluffy

[also if you want, please consider getting me a coffee or commissioning me ;) no pressure ofc!!! i understand that we're all in different circumstances/situations, any support of any kind is appreciated <3]

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd the flags x reader #bsd the flags #the flags x reader #the flags #lippmann x reader #bsd lippmann #bsd lippmann x reader #mono writes

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porcelain-giyuu · 2 years

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hello I have come w another long ass ask I just need you to know that your blog is currently one of my favorites, I smile at your writing and ideas okay 💛

NS Au thoughts:

aw giyuus parenting being influenced by urokodaki and tsutako is so sweet to me. Like tsutako, I wish urokodakis relationship with Giyuu was explored more in the manga. How did tsutako and urokodaki baby Giyuu?

Isn’t it implied that Giyuu didn’t really visit urokodaki after his final selection? I see the potential for some sweet reconnect type thing, where they both have to relearn how to exist w each other and show each other affection since it’s been a while.

Aw Giyuu is so sweet, homemade comfort food and helping them fall asleep?? He’s so protective I love it.

Zenitsu and genya being being annoyed but comforted is so on point and of tanjiro and Giyuu are going to have another awkward conversation they are such beans . Inosuke showing off I can already imagine how proud he would be lol

He’s even protective of muichiro despite being in the same rank as him (now that I think of it I think the rest of the hashira would naturally be a tiny bit protective of him/ careful with him just because he’s so young) Him showing off is just icing on the cake lol. (I’ve seen you use this term a couple times, but in your omega verse what does dams mean?) I need to know how the pups collect him😭 also what do all the hashira and oyakata sama think about him joining them?

omg sanemi I have no doubt he would be meaner to Giyuu somehow like he’ll just find a way to antagonize him, either subconsciously or on purpose. Also sad too, I’d imagine it’d be hard to see his brother (or him for that matter) create familial bonds because of what happened to his family. Anyways sanemi is so funny I want to study him and his weird concoction of confusion anger and jealousy like a bug.

shenanigans?? like what op what shenanigans are kyo senjuro and Giyuu getting into???

Also Giyuu going to each of his pups houses,, he’s so devoted what a sweetie. what do the hashiras of the estates think of his visits.

and rengoku falling in love with Giyuu because of the way he parents makes me feel warm and fuzzy, I guess itd be really enthralling to be witnessing a such a warm side of giyuu. honestly I can picture them all getting closer like a big family, it’s sweet. I think kyojuro would be a big family man. Itd be good for both of them.

How does Giyuu fall in love with him back? How does shinjuro react to suddenly having all these people at the estate? How would kyo let Giyuu know of his feelings?

I love Saunnes other work, the mask one is just so 😭

It made me yearn for more ‘mask wearing Giyuu finally takes it off/ it breaks and the hashira react’ aus. I think soon will be adding to the omegaverse one with another story so I’m keeping an eye out for that, so excited !!!

I also love ‘Breathe for Me.’ by AniramLynx, it has a love harem square thing with sanemi, shinobu, and kyo, and Giyuu has a secret daughter and it’s endgame rengiyuu and I just love how they tackle omega verse dynamics, And the writing is awesome. The writing is also in Spanish but maybe one day there will be a translations because it is awesome ☺️

“Your Name” by OddlyStupidOtaku I am liking so far as well, if you couldn’t tell already, I am a sucker for good omegaverse aus, especially when they are focused on family dynamics

For the Giyuu x uzui fam au

I love the hc but that Giyuu likes keeping track of weather patterns, science and the like,. This is canon now i don’t care

I think Giyuu sharing little parts of himself and his past like the tea shop or river is so sweet. Lol at Giyuu sitting in the shadows, does he sunburn easily Somehow this suits him. I know im getting redundant, but I wish the manga added more bits of his backstory and childhood before he lost tsutako (I actually just want more Giyuu)

how does the uzui fam try to include Giyuu into their relationship? How outwardly obvious is their affection for each other?? I can imagine that the uzuis is that pda quadruple, but i think they might tone it down with Giyuu for his sake lol. aww I love Giyuu x healthy relationships, it’s the best ship imo

ANON. YIRE BACK!!! sorry it took me fucking forever to answer i got caught up in watching the entirety of camp cretaceous. it’s really fun. to apologize for taking a balls ass long time, there’s some fun dialogue/a little unpolished blurb for you 💕

i’m really happy you keep coming back. the fact that i’m one of your favourite blogs and that you actually enjoy my writing means a lot more to me than you probably think.

as always CW: canonical character death, briefly touching on shinjuro and kyojuros relationship (and all that entails) maybe a general warning for light angst. that’s it though!! have fun :-)

NS Au thoughts:

well i fucking ADORE tsutako so much actually. urokodaki and tsutako treated giyuu differently because their places in his life were fundamentally different: tsutako was his mother, his sister, the woman who raised him and loved him. she helped lay the groundwork for who is he is as a whole- she was and still is monumental in his mind. his love for her is completely and utterly huge. she treated him fairly and kindly- she treated him like her son, and wasn’t often harsh with him.

urokodaki was also gentle, but he wasn’t giyuus parent. he was giyuus teacher; first and foremost he was someone who helped guide giyuu into a very dangerous profession. he trained him to be the best of the best because giyuu (while not as hard hitting or bold as sabito) had speed, precision and a steadfast will to protect. urokodaki wouldn’t have forced him into it: giyuu took to training with his entire being.

urokodaki wasn’t always kind. there are harsh, violent lessons you must go through to become a demon slayer that won’t perish at the first clawing- the first gnash of a demons teeth is always the worst. luckily, he saw even sharper teeth hidden behind giyuus tiny smiles and soft voice.

tsutako didn’t baby him, per se, but she was soft with him. she helped him wash his hair, let him curl up in her futon with her and helped him hide the first nest he ever made. her nests were small, could fit in cabinets or forgotten cupboards- giyuu takes after her in that aspect.

urokodaki didn’t baby him. he occasionally brought him to teahouses or festivals, but he also brought sabito. he rewarded giyuu for his hard work more than he babied him.

urokodaki loves his students. unequivocally, wholly, with everything he has. he guides them with calloused hands and his hidden gentle face, hoping they get to watch the sun rise each day. hoping the night doesn’t take them.

it always had. the night (the creatures it sires- monsters made of flesh and imploding stars) takes his students; his children. death reaches for them each time.

it had taken giyuu away from him in a different sense. he still lives, breathes, eats and sleeps- he just doesn’t come home. from the brief and quietly agonized letters he sends every once and a while urokodaki can tell the night took him- just… in a different way. he doesn’t return even when he promised, at the ripe age of fourteen and a half, to do so.

giyuu is afraid of seeing urokodaki. not the fear of demons, or of death or of loosing someone he loves, but the strange type of dread that comes when you find something you didn’t mean to forget. hadn’t meant to leave behind, didn’t want to part with but couldn’t bear to hold. he’s ashamed of breaking his promises.

eventually, giyuu gets a letter from tanjiro. nezuko enjoys being with urokodaki and tanjiro misses him. he assumes giyuu does as well and implores him to visit.

urokodaki isn’t aware that his other students (nezuko included of course) have bonded so closely with giyuu. his one student who was taken by the night and spat back out. tanjiro had returned to him bathed in the light of dawn; giyuu finally arrives home on a clouded noon, years after he left.

they’re both new people, but in that singular moment urokodaki is staring down at the half-frozen child he met so long ago. giyuu looks back at him, guilt, shame and relief building tightly in him.

when urokodaki hugs him, cradling the back of giyuus head in his hand and mask tipped to the side to hug him better, he realizes giyuu is taller than him. the sun does not break from behind the clouds; but urokodaki thinks one dreary day is a small price in the face of his beloved student coming home.

He’s even protective of muichiro despite being in the same rank as him Him showing off is just icing on the cake lol. (I’ve seen you use this term a couple times, but in your omega verse what does dams mean?)

the kids love giyuu a lot but they’re still getting used to him, and vice versa. tanjiro is used to protecting and providing so having someone do it for him feels… a little bit condescending at first, but when they talk about it he begins to settle into the idea more. it’s meant out of a genuine want for his safety and happiness as opposed to giyuu not thinking he’s capable.

eventually they all settle in enough to show off, mui and inosuke (and nezuko oddly enough) just get a head start.

dams are another term for mother, usually used in relation to omegas (both male and female) and has slightly different emotional connotations than just “mom”.

I need to know how the pups collect him😭 also what do all the hashira and oyakata sama think about him joining them?

it’s all tanjiros fault, really. when mui and giyuu were recovering from their mission, giyuu was in a very hormonally vulnerable state because he had just fully imprinted on a pup who was injured while in his care. he started nesting even while his hip/leg was fucked up, and was spending a lot of his time in his nest with mui.

tanjiro visited him a lot, sometimes even being pulled into the nest beside mui because he fucking loves tanjiro (this is after the sword smith arc).

nezuko was always with tanjiro, and where they went zenitsu and inosuke were never far behind. they were consistently shooed away because “if you don’t get out of his nest right now you’ll mess him up more and delay recovery for them both! not to mention you’re all still pups and Tomioka was just newly imprinted on!” (by aoi, who didn’t notice -or maybe just didn’t acknowledge- that she was also slowly imprinting on giyuu)

kanao also frequently did shooing duty, but liked to spend time with the others while they were all there.

tanjiro saw that giyuu and mui were healing and in better spirits, as giyuu was becoming more open and warm with them (beginning to treat them as his pups) and mui was lightening up around people that weren’t tanjiro or giyuu!

he dragged genya around too, because they’re friends damnnit and genya is going to spend some boss ass quality time with them if he like it or not.

this all backfires spectacularly when shinobu catches all of these children taking a dogpile nap on giyuu. they’re careful of his and muichirous injuries, but still. she’s right cheesed when she figures out giyuu has claimed them as his: they’re his kids now and nothing will make him let them go.

oyakata was both so very very pleased to become a grandfather (something he didn’t think would happen before he died) and also quietly amused. his biological children are also pleased to become aunts and an uncle, even if their nieces/nephews are older than them.

shinobu has some confusing feelings abt it all. on one hand, giyuu is healing from being nulled and is creating important bonds with people, but in the other he keeps stealing her fucking kids/sister. the triplets, aoi and kanao are her girls. but giyuu just swept on in and started mothering them. so to be petty (and to maybe give herself a little bit of normalcy) she starts acting all Pack Alpha around the girls. and mui. and the other kids. (she’s digging herself a fucking grave. giyuu has begun to act like she’s part of the pack. she’s so stupid for thinking this wouldn’t happen)

mitsuri, gyomei, and uzui all think it’s nice. uzui thinks it’s more funny and flashy than pleasant, but he still gossips about it with his wives.

obanai fucking hates it. end of story.

muichirou and kyojuro both adore it. muichirou doesn’t remember everything about his life before, but he remembers warmth. he remembers hands that held his face and swept away his tears; the scent of home buzzes constantly in his nose- the memories from his family before and the fresh notes of his family now. he promises that he will never forget any of them ever again.

kyojuro can’t get enough of it. giyuu smiles at him, spars with him, flutters at the edges of his vision even when he’s gone. the thought of giyuu is always with him; the shape of his body and the tilt of his lips when he hums to a curled up nezuko sleeping peacefully in his lap. bathed in light or rain or fucking ash giyuu would be more breathtaking then any god in kyojuros eyes.

oh don’t worry anon sanemis emotions get explored. also his relationship with his parents, genya and their other siblings. just wait. it’ll be so fucking fun. (and heartbreaking 💕)

shenanigans?? like what op what shenanigans are kyo senjuro and Giyuu getting into???

mostly the shenanigans are giyuu coming to the flame estate and everyone either a) going super overkill in training to show off their progress, b) shinjuro and giyuu awkwardly existing in each other’s presence (bc shinjuro Knows. he is completely aware of his eldest sons infatuation) c) kyojuro attempting to “subtly” keep giyuu and senjuro from spending too much time together while still pushing them together enough for them to get along or d) some horrible mix of them all, plus other random little issues.

it’s a whole mess, basically, but they all become more in tuned with each other. shinjuro is the exception of course; he’s fairly distant with his sons students. and the pretty water hashira.

Also Giyuu going to each of his pups houses,, he’s so devoted what a sweetie. what do the hashiras of the estates think of his visits.

the hashira of the estates generally like giyuu a lot. kyojuro is… horribly in love with him, and would give anything for the chance to properly show it.

gyomei thinks giyuu is sweet- and he never actually intended to steal his student. his visits are usually timed well enough to never interrupt anything and he brings gyomei high quality cat treats as gratitude gifts, so gyomei has no complaints. (it helps that genya seems to relax quite a bit when with two extremely powerful omegas who care about him very much- he’s not scared of being an omega, but the thought of navigating it alone was never pleasant)

muichirou obviously loves being in his home with giyuu, even though he’s taken to spending a good amount of his down time in the water estate. most of his house hands are working there now- it gets a lot more traffic and now requires a lot more upkeep. he’s a tiny little pre-presentation alpha pup with a mother that he loves to impress. his collection of terrariums is no joke, and he finds they both enjoy spending quiet time surrounded by the pretty glass jars.

shinobu definitely likes giyuu; she wishes his newfound tendencies towards gaining children stopped or at LEAST slowed down though. she and giyuu get a bunch of focus for their relationship as well- i’m unsure about whether or not to keep it platonic but still with lots of intimacy and trust (like queer platonic partners- commitment and love but not strictly romantic) or if i should go the romantic route. i’m 50-50 split currently. all i know is that she’s an important part of the ever growing pack.

How does Giyuu fall in love with him back? How does shinjuro react to suddenly having all these people at the estate? How would kyo let Giyuu know of his feelings?

giyuu falls in love with a lot of difficultly, grief, and guilt. he and sabito were courting from the ages of 12-15, and had promises. they were supposed to become the water pillars together- a bonded team so strong they would embody the ocean and all her tides. when sabito died giyuu felt less like the ocean and more like an ice floe; cold dark and dangerous, isolating in strange and terrifying ways.

in some ways he never let go. even after he begins to heal, let himself thaw and crumble under the warmth of his pups love, his pack, there was always the shape of sabito carved into him. a brand of love, friendship and deep respect- but a brand nonetheless.

generally, giyuu thinks it’s a disrespect to sabitos memory to fall in love with someone else. to hold them like that in the same space in giyuus heart that he had taken. but slowly, as giyuu visits the flame pillar estate more often and watches him live (the night his crow had told him of the train is held deep inside of himself. he does not think about why the memory rests next to the news of his parents death- of his sister smoothing his hair as she sobbed and sobbed and didn’t let him see them even after the villagers helped remove them from the house.) he realizes that sabitos place can remain his.

he can keep his first love (his first everything) in the same place. he doesn’t have to throw him away to love someone again. tanjiro and nezuko don’t throw away their family for a new one- muichirou doesn’t throw away his sparse memories of a face mirroring his own for the other pups. zenitsu doesn’t throw away his grandfather or even the brother that hated him; they all just make new space. giyuu simply (read: with great difficulty and lots of hesitation) wants to do the same.

giyuu doesn’t love like the ocean- nor does he feel like it when he’s with kyojuro. kyojuro is hot embers and thick sloughing metal- giyuu feels like the moment he makes contact he’ll burst into steam. kyojuro makes giyuu feel like endless rain sinking deep into the earth. he isn’t a glacier, or a steep and deadly ice floe, but he is a man. a man and an omega and a mother and a son and his sisters little brother. he wants kyojuro.

kyojuro is both stunningly impatient and mature, which tempers his impatience enough to seem nonexistent. he’s eager and jovial and quick to move, but not stupid. he thinks things through, he just has very little shame or boundaries with himself. other people on the other hand…

they aren’t easy for him. he gets along with most people but it’s usually by accident or by saving them from a demon that would’ve killed them. giyuu is easy to speak with- gentle and quiet but easy to goad into reacting if you phrase things right. he’s competitive, resilient and so so fucking gorgeous.

kyojuro doesn’t tell giyuu right away. he can tell there is still a thick wall between giyuus heart and everyone else. the pups hop the wall often, but occasionally stumble or are knocked back. kyo very rarely even gets to climb high enough to glimpse the other side.

he speaks with his father first. it’s painful, in the way speaking privately with his father has been for years, but there is no alcohol in the room and it smells of his mothers favourite incense.

shinjuro listens for once. takes the time to watch his son, his eldest boy- a hearty alpha and reliable young man. his darling pup, who he has hurt deeply in the past and continues to do so even now when he doesn’t do much of anything. lets his sons worry and adoration for the beautiful and destroyed omega that has captured his heart wash over him. when he had met the new water hashira, he was taken aback by how fair he looked while being so cold. so dull. he had seen the grief for what it was- his wife’s death left a similar mark on him.

when kyojuro finishes speaking he waits for a moment, then two, then his patience wears thin and he moves to leave.

“that boy has loved someone before. deeply. like how you love him, like how i lo- how i loved your mother. i was ruined by her death. i’m still ruined.” he begins, not baring to look at his boy anymore. kyojuro settles back down.

“whoever they were they were ripped from him. it was probably the catalyst to him being nulled. it’s a miracle he’s not a completely blank slate, now.”

they’re both silent. kyojuro is deep in thought, replaying interactions with giyuu for signs he might’ve overlooked. he’s not jealous, or angry, but sad. he adores giyuu with everything he has, but if giyuu loves someone else he would’ve wanted them to be here with giyuu loving him as they must have.

“he doesn’t look at you with blank eyes. he did to me, and most of the other people he ever saw- like he was looking right through them. to love a man like that is almost a death sentence.” kyojuro has no words for that that are kind. instead he offers this;

“giyuu has always looked at me without malice, at least. there has never been disappointment in him- not for me.”

shinjuro doesn’t shiver with rage or shame as he usually would.

“break it to him slowly. talk to his pups and his pack, then make yourself clear. don’t expect an answer. don’t expect it to be a pretty or soft confession; he might be pretty and soft but he is far from both at once. dont… don’t wait, kyojuro. whatever you do, reach for him.” during his speech, made with tilted and rusty words of encouragement, kyojuro has folded in on himself. he knows this is the closest thing he’ll get to fatherly approval. for now, it’s enough.

For the Giyuu x uzui fam au

i feel you anon. i’m desperate for more information but since there isn’t any i’ve just been making shit up!! it’s great

they take him on a lot of dates, and spend a lot of time with him. he spends a lot of his time while not on missions in the sound estate- his house feels so cold and so quiet now. he still can’t bring himself to furnish it because at his core giyuu believes it’s not his place.

so instead he keeps things with the uzui family. he has a room with a handmade wood box inlaid with silk, which keeps tsutakos bow, half the rope from sabitos mask, and various trinkets that people he’s saved have given him. they (along with his haori) are his most painful and important possessions.

the fact that he can put them here, in this house with these people who he adores and aches for in equal measure, says a lot.

the uzuis are fond of pda, but they’re not actually too intense with it. there’s definitely a level of casual intimacy that always surrounds them, but it’s not forced or anything. they fold giyuu into the mix fairly naturally and after a few months it’s not a strange sight to see uzui just toss one of his wives and giyuu over his shoulder and bounce around. he seems so happy and it makes them laugh. they don’t have to tone things down because giyuu would tell them if he was uncomfortable (even if it was just with his expression/body language)

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mrs-han · 1 year

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Omg happy birthday!! (in advance)

I would love to read something with Zen <33

Anything works, maybe something domestic and fluffy or something on the spicier side 😮‍💨

WAAH, thank you, dear!!

Ooo, it’s crazy — I’ve been on a total Zen high for the past few days. I fell for him hard before that tall suited dude came into the picture!

I hope you like this little piece! It’s a scenario where the bomb goes off as Zen saves you!

“Sweetheart…?!”

You were unable to open your eyes. Limbs heavy and head pounding, you fought with all of your might to be known.

Zen always found you.

I’m here, you yelled. I’m here, please help —

“I can’t find a pulse on her.”

Seven. That was Seven’s voice.

“No, no, no, sweetheart…!”

The coldness of the pavement faded as warmth surrounded you. A hand cupped your cheek, fingers desperately digging behind your ear and warm breath brought a sense of feeling to your numb nose.

“MC? Sweetie? Hey… hey, it’s me… please, you need to open your eyes for me, okay…?”

Zen.

You waited for your body to react; for butterflies to crash against each other in your stomach, for heat to rise in your cheeks and tint your ears a soft pink. But your body refused what you so desperately wanted it to do.

“Where are the sirens…?!” Zen cried out, his voice growing more distant.

“They’re on their way, Zen… Mr…. called them… ago…”

No… you were nearly gone, you could feel it. You felt your limbs droop further against the warmth that cradled you. To your great frustration, a piercing sound evaded your ear canals— like you were drowning in the deepest part of a swimming pool.

“No, no… don’t go limp on me…!!”

Zen’s cries mingled with the screeching noises in your ears, creating a cacophony of sounds that raged through your head. Was this… what death sounded like…?

No. No, you weren’t dying today. You had to pull through somehow. With every ounce of mental strength you had left, you tried to silence the noises in your head until you heard someone else speaking.

“Zen, the ambulance… —. You need… —”

The ambulance. If you could hang on until the ambulance arrived, then —

A wave of exhaustion hit you the way a tsunami hit costal cities. You were unable to think of anything else — your brain was shutting down.

“She … —”

“Hyun, she isn’t … —”

The voices that once surrounded you were far away now, settling inside the abyss meant for you.

“Don’t do this to me.”

Except for his. Zen’s voice outmatched the now-faint ringing in your ears.

“Come back to me, sweetheart. You can’t leave me, I haven’t even…” A pause followed by soft sniffles. “Please… please, I need you…”

“… Ambulance is … —!!”

You felt the warmth surrounding you hug you much tighter. Thank goodness… you didn’t have to fight by yourself anymore.

“The doctor said it’s due to flying shrapnel.”

“Has she made any progress?”

“… No.” Zen buried his face in his hands while his knee bounced anxiously.

Jumin glanced at you. “It’s been proven that women need more sleep than men do. Perhaps to keep their youthful vigor, don’t you think? To uphold their beauty?”

Zen lifted his head. “She doesn’t need to stay youthful, and she’s already beautiful. I want her to come back to me.”

To Zen’s surprise, Jumin placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been talking to her like the doctor suggested?”

“Every hour of every day.”

“And you’ve… wait. Is she wearing a cleansing mask?” Jumin moved closer to inspect the thin white mask on your face.

“Hey. Don’t touch it, I put it on her ten minutes ago.”

Closing his eyes, Jumin nodded. “This shows how doting you’ll be when she awakens and accepts your courting of her.”

Eyes darting from Jumin, to you, and to the floor, Zen’s eyes filled with tears. “Could that be now?”

Offering his handkerchief, Jumin sighed softly. “Ask her yourself. Please excuse me.”

Zen stuffed Jumin’s handkerchief in his coat pocket, preferring to use his sleeves. Reaching for your hand, he pressed his lips into your palm, kissing your cold flesh over and over again. His tears fell against your skin, but maybe they would wake you this time.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Wiping his face with his palm, Zen smiled sweetly at you. “Jumin dropped by. He thinks you need your beauty sleep, but I think he’s growing blind with age. You don’t need beauty sleep because you’re beautiful all the time, so don’t take his comments to heart. I… I still think you’re the most beautiful when your eyes are open, though.”

Zen’s soft chuckle was meant to be just that. But days without sleep coupled with the anxiety of you flatlining the way you did the first night of your hospital stay turned his chuckle into deep, heart-wrenching sobs. Having memorized the placement of every wire attached to your body, he cradled your head in his palm. Removing the cucumber and mint cleansing mask from your face, he kissed your brow, nose, and cheeks with trembling but enduring lips.

“I want to tell you to rest and take your time, but… I miss you. So much. I wish I had gotten to you sooner. Damn, if I had been a couple of seconds faster…”

Pulling you firmly to his chest, Zen pressed kisses atop your head. “I had a dream about it… about that white-haired stranger taking you hostage, and I didn’t tell anyone… if I had, you wouldn’t be here. You’d be with me, stuffing your face with all the Bungeoppang I can afford…!”

“Ze…n…”

“Not just Bungeoppang, either. I know you said in the messenger that you’d gorge yourself on street food once the party was over, remember? Well, when you wake up, I’ll take you out to all the food stalls you can imagine. You can eat as much as you want, how does that sound?”

“… Zen…”

“Or, I could take you out to a fancy restaurant. I’m not the richest guy, but I’ll dress up and open all the crab legs you want —”

“Zen.”

There it was: your voice. Faint and feeble as it was, he recognized your sound. “S…sweetheart…?”

“I can’t… I can’t breathe…”

Nearly flinging himself to the other side of the room, Zen let out a strangled gasp. “Sweet…sweetheart, you’re…!”

“Whew… you nearly killed me,” you joked, pulling yourself up with the strength you had left.

“No, no, no… here, let me help you.” With the deepest care, Zen sat you up, making sure the wires attached to you were secure. You winced, body sore and mind still foggy, but as Zen placed a hand behind your head, those sensations melted away.

“Easy… easy. I’m here,” Zen cooed directly into your ear. “Do you need anything…? Water? Juice? Food, I’ll get you food!”

Lightly grabbing his wrist, you held him from going anywhere. “Do you mind staying here…?”

Tilting his head, Zen slid his hand past your ear and smiled as he glanced at the goosebumps trailing your skin. “Sorry… I’m so happy you’re awake, that you’re here. The doctor said that you weren’t at risk for memory loss, even though the blow was directed at your head. Still, you were out for a few days and it scared the hell out of me… ah, you don’t need to worry about any medical bills or anything. I’m using what I have to cover you, and it’s a lot more than I thought, so —”

You pressed kisses upon Zen’s wrist, your lips following the faint blue line trailing up his forearm. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Zen’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Lifting your head slowly, you dragged your fingers over the slight bulging veins that danced across his skin. “You ramble when you’re nervous.”

Zen coughed. “Wh… I-I- you…”

“You also stammer. It’s very cute.”

“Y-You can’t make those assumptions here and now! Look at our situation!”

“Oh, so you’re usually the cool, calm, and collected type?” You grinned.

Opening his mouth to protest, Zen stopped himself. He knew what you were doing — giving a silent plea for him to relax. To calm down, and to stay present with you.

For you? He was more than willing to oblige.

“I should ring for the nurse, let him know that you’re awake —”

“You want to be away from me so badly?” You pouted, watching Zen begin to move from you after fixing your blankets and blushing furiously as soon as his fingers brushed your thigh.

“It isn’t that… ehm. If I stay this close to you for another minute, I’m going to lose face.”

“Lose face?”

“I’m going to kiss you.”

You were the one blushing, now. Hand over your mouth, you felt your heart hammer in your chest.

And Zen smiled to himself as he listened to your heart rate monitor beeping faster than his own heart.

#mystic messenger #zen mystic messenger #hyun ryu #the birthday of a nugget #zen x reader #zen x mc #YAY MAH FIRST REQUEST!!#thank you for your submission anon!!

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27emailsicantsend · 2 years

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the rina headcanons are endless!! it would be verrrryyy cute if we ever got rina baking together. it is very necessary to see them having a flour fight and having a frost-off to see who can ice the GF cupcakes better (my money is on Ms. Porter those turkey cupcakes looked expert level). we also deserve to see ricky teaching gina how to skateboard in this summer montage bc imagine him holding her by the waist gently while she holds his shoulders and her knees are kinda locked bc she’s nervous and is completely padded up…yeah i like to suffer with these thoughts.

also random but i would loveee a proper halloween episode bc we absolutely NEED to see rina in a haunted house bc yes gina would be protecting ricky. hes so malewife i cant 😭. one of these days i may have to slip out of anon mode and dump all my ideas on you privately haha but hiii it is me bday anon 🧁!

the expo gave us SO much i can’t even process what all this means for s4 but seeing the chemistry between sof and josh as rina is so heartwarming they work so well together i already know rina are going to be the most annoyingly cute couple when they finally get together. can you say ‘IT couple!’ and im totally projecting here bc i always wanted to do this but all the guys i ever dated were losers but i would d-word for a scene where rina are doing face masks together!! idk something about that is so sweet to me, especially if its gina smearing clay mask on for him and ricky being totally into it. (!!!) and since josh likes to paint his nails, it would be a cute nod to that if gina ever polished ricky’s nails. like imagine him with the cucumber slices over his eyes ike a diva while gina is giggling as she paints his nails in some pastel color. very bestie-turned-boyfriend energy! <33

BDAY ANON I MISSED YOU!!! Thank you for always showing up with a little cupcake 🥹

Ok but for real how did she frost those turkeys that well?? I’m literally a decade older than her and I do be struggling making anything meaningful in my kitchen lmao (and I eat mostly gluten free too so I just KNOW those were not easy to make). Also, completely unnecessary side note, Sofia is gluten free so they added that in as a call out to her IRL. They didn’t need to specify the cupcakes were GF so I thought that was a cute little shout out :)

And OMG I am like 90% sure I saw someone do a fan art of her standing on his skateboard and holding onto him 😭 (I can’t remember if they were kissing in it or not but how CUTE would that be, especially with their height difference!)

AND THE HALLOWEEN ONE IS SO GOOD. Like imagine him just quaking and crying and she has to lead him through, but then she gets a little scared sometimes and they call each other chicken again 😭 where I live (not sure if other places are like this) every one of our haunted houses end with someone chasing you through with a chain saw (no chain) 😂 it is the most traumatic and funny thing and the amount of screaming and panicking that happen in the end is so funny. I know it’s to get people to get out of the haunted house quickly but BOY is it funny. I would d*e if I saw them both run out in absolute fear from the ✨fake✨ chainsaw man

We were FED at D23. There was NO REASON for them to add the triangle to the choreo in their performance outside of fan service and you want to know what? I ate it up EVERY time I watched! And I’ll do it again!!

And trust me I totally get that!!! I 100% live vicariously through my rom coms and books so I don’t blame you 😂 (sorry you dated jerks though- I hope you find your own rina type love story some day 🥲)

And that is SO cute and we absolutely know ricky would do it. He would probably be the one who keeps bugging gina to go shopping for the supplies, asking her a million questions about the spa night, and would proudly brag and wear his colored nails. TBH it reminds me so much of Jim and Pam. Like we KNOW Jim would literally wear the dumbest outfit or do something that makes him look silly if Pam asked. And Ricky just RADIATES Jim energy. I’m so obsessed with these ships like I’m down BAD!!!

#rina #ricky x gina #ricky bowen #gina porter #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #the office #jim halpert #pam Beasley #jim and pam #asks #send me asks #bday anon #Sofia Wylie

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sukirichi · 3 years

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omg can i pls request a scenario of how the bonten husbands would react if you tell them your pregnant <33

BONTEN HUSBANDS FINDING OUT YOU’RE PREGNANT

⊹ mikey, haitani ran, haitani rindou, kakucho hitto, kokonoi hajime, haruchiyo sanzu

⊹ unedited. slight crack. i want bonten men to knock me tf up—

♡ — MIKEY !

Your husband strokes your hair as you cuddle to his chest, ear atop right where his heart lay. It’s the heart you’ve gotten to know so well, the heart you undoubtedly own and the same one that beats your name, yet it doesn’t lessen the anxiety blossoming in your stomach any lesser as you wonder how you’ll tell Mikey. Your marriage is a secret enough already; your husband much too worried over your safety that he never once brought up his desire over starting a family.

There’s only so much stalling you can do though, that you eventually muster a deep breath and lean up to look him in the eye, chest tightening at the sight of his tired eyes mindlessly gazing at the ceiling. You can’t tell what he’s thinking about at all.

Reaching up to caress his jaw, prompting to gaze down at you, you take in a deep breath. “Mikey, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Mhm?”

With wobbly lips and trembling hands, your words come out in a breathy, nervous laughter. “I’m pregnant.”

Mikey doesn’t speak, doesn’t even move. He only stares at you wordlessly for a full minute – the pregnant pause stagnant enough you consider scrambling off him in anxiety – until he pulls you closer to his body, lips landing right in the middle of your eyes. “You serious?” he mumbles, calloused hands fluttering over your belly that carries his child. “We’re going to be parents?”

“Yeah! Are you happy about it...?”

“Love, of course I am,” his frown is confused, almost as if wondering why you’d think he isn’t. “I’m going to have a family with you; that’s more than I could ask for.”

You understand what he means. Mikey’s already lost his family until not a single person was left, and the few loved ones he had, he had to leave behind for the sake of their safety. This, however, was a new opportunity to him. He could start anew. He could find happiness again. He could love again.

♡ — HAITANI RAN !

Watching from the corner of your eye, you continue brushing your teeth as your handsome husband appears inside the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as he hums at something on his phone. You’re both getting ready for bed and he’s wearing a face mask, pyjama sets matching with yours.

“Baby,” he muses casually, “You pregnant?”

You nearly spit out the toothpaste. Rinsing your mouth quickly, you dab your mouth with a towel and face Ran, who is now brushing his teeth beside you. He blinks at you innocently, expectantly even, that you can’t help but feel warm under his gaze. “Wh-where’d you get that idea?”

“Your fhewriod,” he mumbles incoherently to his phone, “Haven’t had em in monsh now. I track em, ‘member?”

Heart beating so fast you can’t help but feel as if it’s about to leap out of your chest, you playfully shove at his chest when he leans down to wiggle his brows at you. “You are, aren’t cha? Did I get ya knocked up? Wifey full with my baby?”

“You’re so weird!” you jab at him, protectively tugging your oversized button up down to cover the belly bulge. “So what if I am? You totally ruined my chance to surprise you!”

Ran’s toothbrush drops to the floor. Soon, he’s gripping at your hands, white foam present at his mouth still. “No way, you serious?! You’re pregnant!” You don’t get a chance to confirm it – not that he doesn’t know already – before Ran is crushing you into a hug, dropping down to his knees the next second to cup your belly and press his ear to where he imagines his baby was listening to him. “Hi there, little one, it’s me, your daddy!”

Snickering to yourself, you feel a smile tugging at your lips, brushing Ran’s hair the whole time he talks in a baby voice.

♡ — HAITANI RINDOU !

Tonight is movie night, and this is the third – maybe fourth – movie you and Rindou have been watching. It’s not often that you get time to spend with him without thinking of how early he has to wake up the next day, so you try and stay up late with him as much as you could despite the exhaustion wearing you down. Some recent revelations have been the cause of your drowsiness and constant nausea, something you push away as you snuggle closer to Rindou’s warmth, his hand resting on your hips.

Suddenly, a scene on the movie plays of the protagonist welcoming his newborn child, the grown man shedding tears in ugly sobs. Rindou smiles beside you as he pulls you to him until your sides are flushed together, kissing the tip of your nose that’s ducking every second in sleepiness.

“I want one. A baby. I think it’d be cool to be a dad.”

“Hmm, you will be,” you mumble half-awake, looping your hands with his while you remain completely unaware to how your husband has stopped paying attention to the movie. “You’re gonna be a daddy soon... ‘em pregnant...”

♡ — KAKUCHO HITTO !

Kakucho sits across from you, his handsome face tugging into a bright smile while you giggle at his cluelessness. You’ve dragged him into his favourite restaurant after work, planning to deliver the news as romantic as possible in hopes he’d feel better after a long day. However, telling him you’re pregnant is a lot harder than it sounds, and your husband is left chuckling in amusement when you order second servings.

“Love, you must be really hungry. Did you not eat lunch today?”

“No, I’m just—” you stop yourself abruptly, eyeing the untouched wine that came with the meal. Kakucho hasn’t noticed yet why you’re not drinking, but now that he’s noticed how nervous you are staring at it, he reaches over the table to squeeze your hand.

“There’s something on your mind, pretty. Tell me what it is.”

You don’t know why you’re so nervous. Kakucho wants a family; he’s going to be so happy hearing this! “Well, uh,” you begin, scratching the sides of your head before your gaze darts down to the delicious food. “You see...I’m kind of eating for two?”

“For two?” Kakucho repeats, a pinch in his brown as he ponders before – “Oh. Oh. You’re pregnant?”

You nearly melt on the seat when Kakucho gasps. Nodding, your husband suddenly shoots out of his chair and is by your side the next instant, kissing you flat on the lips that makes you feel him smile the whole time. Neither of you care anymore that people are looking, because Kakucho laughs afterwards in disbelief at the suspecting waiters. “I’m going to be a dad!” he exclaims, “We’re gonna have a family!”

♡ — KOKONOI HAJIME !

When you asked Koko to go shopping with you, he agrees right off the bat, thinking it’s just another one of your shopping sessions that you both enjoy. Things take a turn when you drag your unsuspecting inside a baby shop, though, the small rompers and lace gloves right on display that Koko would have to be a fool to miss it.

“Uh, why are we here?” he laughs rather nervously, but follows you inside anyway. “Any of your friends pregnant?”

“Nope, it’s for us,” you tell him in a casual manner, continuing to check the baby stuff that you’d need and already planning for the baby’s room theme while your husband freezes behind you. “I’m pregnant, Koko. It’s time to shop to welcome them.”

Koko spins you around to face him, his eyes wide with surprise. “For real? You’re not messing with me?”

“No, why would I joke about that?”

Laughing at his stupefied face, Koko practically bursts in the spot. Then, he’s back to being coherent the next second, whipping out his card at the nearest employee waiting to assist you both in shopping. “I’m gonna be a daddy!” he announces, thrusting his card to whoever would catch it. “Get me everything from this stall to there. I don’t care how expensive it is – my baby deserves to have the best of everything.”

♡ — HARUCHIYO SANZU !

As soon as Sanzu comes home, shouting baby, I’m back! at the top of his lungs, you ask him to check on the oven even before he has the chance to take his shoes off. He’s a little confused, especially when you trail behind him with a lovesick smile, awaiting his reactions as he opens the said oven. Inside, there are baby clothes and small gloves.

Sanzu holds them up into his face for a good minute before he rests his hips against the counter, narrowing his eyes at the material like it offends him. Then, it sinks in.

“Oh, god,” he throws the baby clothes back into the oven, blowing air out of his mouth as you corner him with a huge smile. “NOOOOOO! Where are the cameras? You pranking me, babe?”

“Why’re you acting like that?” you slap his bicep, effectively shutting the man up from howling like the crazed person he was. “That’s not how you react when your wife tells you you’re pregnant! Aren’t you happy?”

“I am, I am!” he tries to convince, though he doesn’t look entirely convinced of himself when he scratches the back of his head. “I was just shocked that’s all. Didn’t think I’ll be a daddy so soon, but it’s not a bad thing...I guess.” Seeing how your eyes tear up and your lower lip juts out – clear telltales he’s making you cry yet again – Sanzu hugs you and rocks you side to side, kissing you right on the lips as gentle as he could. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m happy, I really am. ‘Was just surprised. I didn’t mean for it to come out wrong.”

“You’re really happy?”

“Yeah!” he nods before offering you a thumbs up, “Good job! My load took!”

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peachesandmilktea · 3 years

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Omg how about squid game au with dabi as one of the vip guests and reader as a player? That could be a beautiful mess!

Squid Game AU - VIP Guest!Dabi x Player!Reader

Squid Game AU Masterlist.

TW: Slight Dubcon Touching, Implied Dubcon Smut, just a hint of prostitution (but not really), Mentions of Murder and Violence (in the context of the games).

“Player 022,” he says, ice in his voice and fire in his gaze as he watches, watches and watches again through the tall screens depicting the busy dormitories. There she is, that quiet, seemingly shy little player, the one everyone looks past at, the one who’s still so smart she brings everyone to their knees in the games without any of them even realizing it.

She's a wolf in sheep's clothing, pretty and yet deadly like a cute little flower hiding poisonous thorns beneath its colorful petals.

Dangerous. Fascinating.

“Bring her to me.”

One night, you’re taken out of the dormitory. No one tells you why or where you’re going, the Masked Staff silent as ever, their demeanor even more annoying than usual in the way they avoid every single one of your questions. Did you make a mistake, break a rule? Are they going to kick you out of the game, kill you, maybe?

They don’t answer, and you’re left wondering as they take you through long hallways lined with numbered doors, empty rooms with tall ceilings, and then to a luxurious elevator, up, up, up towards the sky and the highest floor. The place is pretty, walls an inky black covered with little hints of gold, and you can’t help but notice the difference with the players’ dormitory, so white and impersonal the mere color makes you want to puke now that you’ve spent a few days locked there.

You like the black and gold, though.

The same colors cover the bathroom you’re taken to so that you can shower (a luxury you’re pretty sure no one else has been granted), and they’re also the ones tinting the fabric of the elegant clothes you’re given to wear.

They take your ugly, filthy sweats away, and you’re dressed like a doll waiting for someone to play with it.

You can guess that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

Once you’re done, once you’re clean and pretty, once your hair is soft and silky to the touch and your skin doesn’t reek of sweat and blood anymore, the two Masked Guys that took you away from the other players open two tall doors leading to what looks like a luxurious hotel suite. You expect them to follow you as they’ve done all this time, but instead they simply close the doors behind you, trapping you there, leaving you on your own.

Alone, with him.

His gaze never leaves you while you slowly step into the room. It’s blue and cold, as icy as his posture; a leg lazily leaning over the other, chin resting in the palm of his hand. He’s dressed all in black, the only hint of color being the thin gold mask hiding his features from your eyes.

It’s shaped like the face of a wolf.

“Why am I here?” You ask, and the slightest smirk pulls at his mismatched lips, his lower face the only part not being covered by the mask elegantly following the shape of his nose and temples.

He stands then, and you shiver at each of the steps he takes towards you, his gait swift and silent like a cat’s. His fingers brush against your bare shoulder, and he scoffs at the surprised hiss you let out at the warm contact.

“You’ve caught my interest. Let’s say I wanted to give you an out.”

His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you to him as he leans towards you, rough lips brushing against your ear when he murmurs:

“Leave the game.”

He leaves a soft, barely there kiss on the skin of your throat.

“I’d hate seeing a pretty thing like you die so soon.”

Silence fills the room for a second, then two.

“Leaving the game would mean saying goodbye to the prize money,” you say, voice calm and yet calculating, a cold proposal that you’re making him. “Would you give me 40 million dollars?”

He laughs, mocking, cruel.

“40 million? I’d give you more.”

His digits trace the shape of your spine, conveniently bare in the dress he chose for you.

“You’d have to make it worth such an amount of money, though.”

Warm fingers slip beneath the black fabric, settling on your hip.

“It means you’d be mine for life.”

No returns, no refunds. You hear it in his voice: there would be no coming back from whatever this is. He’d own you, everything you are and ever will be, and in return, you’d have everything you’d ever dreamed of.

Money. Happiness. Safety from everything except from his hands.

Or you could walk away from his offer, earn your freedom by yourself and emerge from the game with blood on your hands. It would mean keeping your freedom while taking the risk to lose everything else, including your life.

The answer was easy.

You’d scammed so many others in the past. What was another billionaire to add to your list of victims?

You weren’t part of this game for nothing, after all.

“I’ll be yours,” you whisper, fingers softly brushing against the fabric of his shirt’s collar, gently pulling at it until his lips are but a breath away from yours. “Give me all of it and more, and you’ll have me forever.”

He laughs against your lips, and there’s something scary in his voice as he does so, something terrifying in the way he steals your breath away in a searing kiss just a second after.

“Oh, believe me, angel, I’ll give you much, much more.”

And it should be the opposite because you’re the scammer and he’s the victim but for the first time, you feel like a weak little rabbit trapped between the claws of a merciless, bloodthirsty wolf.

But there’s no turning back now, so you say the very last word that will seal your fate.

“Deal.”

-——

Aaaah I think I really like this dynamic. Would anyone be interested in a sequel? Please hit my inbox with ideas and prompt if you are 👀✨

And please tell me if you liked it!! ❤️

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Say, could you write some headcanons for Monty, Chica, & Roxy meeting a dullahan reader? They always wear a bandana to hide the fact that their head isn't exactly attached, always carrying few spares in case of emergencies(jerks taking it for 'fun'). At one point they bend down to pick something up & someone bumps into them, knocking their head from their shoulders. They sometimes juggle their head when bored & making every joke about losing their head & being a dullahan known to humanity.

Monty

You’re just a dullahan trying to fit in with humans--by playing Monty Golf regularly at the Pizzaplex. Humans liked golfing. It was calming and competitive. You liked that.

Monty recognizes you by the gator-themed bandanna you always wear, never seeing you without it. He thinks it’s badass and isn’t one to judge.

One day he’s signing a golf club for you and some stupid kid runs over waving theirs around, bumping into you.

Immediately your head tumbles off, and they scream and run away crying.

Monty’s shocked when he sees you moving around. How are you not dead???

He sees you patting the ground, realizing you’re looking for your head (which is an inch away from falling into the water).

Despite being a bit squicked he toughens up and grabs it, gently handing it back to you. “This yours?”

“Oh, thank you, Monty! If it weren’t for you, I’d have to put on my backup. It’s a pain in the neck. y’know.” You casually juggle your head before putting it back on, while he looks at you over his sunglasses, mortified.

“Wait whatdya mean by “backup”???”

Glamrock Chica

You know the incident report where Chica’s voicebox malfunctioned, made the server STAFF bots go haywire, and cause numerous injuries to guests?

Well, you happened to be an unfortunate victim. You just wanted to eat some pizza (as you’ve come to adore this human food) and chill out with your favorite chicken animatronic, but a tray goes flying at your head and knocks it off.

Thankfully nobody notices since it’s so chaotic, but Chica does and she’s horrified.

Later when she’s repaired and allowed to walk around, she finds you alive but...strangely you have a different head. Like a Halloween mask.

She clearly saw you get decapitated though??? So she goes over to ask if you’re okay.

“Oh! Yeah I am. I’m used to it.”

She’s so confused. And you explain you’re a dullahan.

Only then does she calm down, still feeling a little guilty you lost a head because of her.

“Don’t worry. It happens all the time. Good thing I always plan a-head in case of emergencies.” You chuckle as you show her your stash of spare heads and bandannas.

She doesn’t know what to think of your morbid humor. But hey, at least you’re able to make light of situations.

Roxanne Wolf

You decide to try out Roxy Raceway even though it’s probably a bad idea.

But when the wolf herself challenged you, you simply couldn’t decline.

“Don’t lose your head, kid.” She grins as you both wait for the light to turn green.

“Hope not.” You laugh. “Or else that’ll be the third one this week.”

“....wait huh-”

But the race begins and you take off, leaving her in the dust for once. But she quickly recovers and catches up.

All in all it’s a fun race and you didn’t lose your head this time.

Though the moment you get out of the kart, some kid bumped into you trying to get Roxy’s autograph and accidentally knocked your head off, sending it down into the sinkhole below the Plex. Never to be seen again.

‘Goddamn it WHY-’

Roxy’s a bit freaked out herself, but you manage to explain that you need your bag and she retrieves it for you.

Once your spare head is put on you huff and properly introduce yourself as a dullahan.

You expect her to call you weird or creepy but her reaction is “omg I finally get the joke” and chuckles.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #dullahan #monster reader #headcanons #platonic

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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If possible, could I get some headcanons of Bakugou, Kirishima, Tokoyami, and/or Shoji where the reader has fangs or shark teeth (Kiri and reader be twining) that they are insecure about because they got bullied as a kid and called mean names because the other kids thought they made reader look scary. So they always cover their mouth with a mask or a scarf all the time. So when they first see their teeth whether it be on purpose or on accident, reader basically explains to them the insecurity and then they just get smothered in compliments, love, and affection. [Sorry if it's a bit long or hard to understand. I just really love this kind of scenario of someone being insecure about something and once someone finds out about it they get the opposite reaction than they expected. It's just so fluffin sweet. My heart can't take it 🥺❤💕💞💖💗❣💘💝]

a/n: of course!! i don't usually write for shoji but i figured i could add him for these hc's!! this is really cute and sweet bro omg

headcanon: them with a s/o who has sharp teeth

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: fluff, swearing

;cut for length;

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katsuki bakugou

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Your insecurity about your teeth began back in primary school.

You’d been called scary more times than you could count back then.

So now you opted to wear a mask on most occasion and considered/did incorporate one into your hero costume.

Of course being in a relationship with Bakugou was nice, but you still felt insecure about something that seemed so small compared to other things, but to you, you couldn’t really look at your teeth without being reminded that at one point when you were little, other kids your age thought they were scary.

Your pointy teeth scared off toddlers when you could barely say your abc’s.

But you were reaching a point in your relationship where kissing had become a big thing.

Your friends asked if you’d kissed yet, and even Bakugou seemed to be talking about it a little.

It wasn’t until you were cuddling in his dorm when he leaned in to try and do it and you swatted him away, covering your mouth.

“Oi! Let me kiss you!” He groaned, pink staining his cheeks.

“You can’t!” You never moved your hand.

“I don’t care about your breath or if you can’t kiss for shit dumbass.” Bakugou retorted, staring at you. You shook your head.

“It’s not that...” You mumbled, staring at him with fear.

“Then what is it? Do you not want to kiss me?” He asked, easing up on you. You shook your head.

“No, no I want to. I really do-”

“Then do it. I’m not worried about you being bad at it, I’m not that immature.” Bakugou sighed.

You didn’t budge, running your tongue along your teeth inside your mouth, you felt like you were going to hurt him if he tried to slip you tongue or something.

“Dumbass, move your hand-”

“Wait!”

It was too late, Bakugou had gotten a full peek at your chompers. He stared at you before grinning.

“That’s cute.” He mumbled, gripping your chin, pulling your face toward his.

“W-what?” You responded, flustered by his comment.

“You have pointy teeth. All the better to bite with...” Bakugou leaned in and connected his lips to yours, stealing your first kiss without even a second thought.

You were boggled by his words, thrown off by him not running away scared.

“If you were worried about your teeth scaring me off, you should know I can handle myself. I’m a big boy.”

He loves to see you smile, even if you only do it around him.

He finds your teeth super cute?? Like man will ask you to nibble on him I’m sorry he thinks ur adorable <3

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eijiro kirishima

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GOD TWINSIESESESES

He realistically finds out when you’re eating alone in your dorm like you usually do.

You’d been teased growing up, called mean names all throughout school, mostly at lunch, so you’d taken up measures to hide your sharp teeth.

You wore masks and scarves, often trying to avoid talking without one.

But Kirishima was so fed up. He wanted to have lunch with you *insert angry emoji face here*

He is smitten for you bro he just wants to eat lunch with his bae

Doesn’t even knock and will barge right in.

His face when you lock eyes is pure love.

He takes a few looks at your teeth, which look similar to his, and he’s practically crying.

“YOU HAVE POINTY TEETH TOO???” He’s hugging you while yu try to push him away.

“Stop! No, you’re supposed to be scared?!” You stare at him.

“Scared? What why? They’re cute! And they look like mine...hey are you calling my teeth scary?!” He pouts.

“No! Mine are-”

“They are not! They’re adorable. They look really cute on you. Not that you can pick out your teeth or whatever but like they’re cute, manly too!” He stumbles over his words before pulling you into another hug.

“Whoever told you they were scary is wrong. They’re cute. I like them.” Kirishima is a blushing mess as he peppers a few kisses on your cheeks, reassuring you that one of your insecurities was actually something really sweet.

He also enjoys seeing you smile.

he calls u his lil shark bae

Please this man will only take selfies with the two of your like full teeth smiling.

Probably has like a gold cast of one of your teeth on a necklace bc he refuses to let u think that they’re scary.

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fumikage tokoyami

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Bless his heart he-

Honestly, he loves your teeth, probably bc you think they’re dark and scary.

This man loves dark and scary things.

So you’ve got pointy teeth and you’re insecure about them. It’s bugged you since you’ve had them, always getting teased for them.

You opted to wear masks to conceal the and usually tried to avoid showing them if at all possible.

But Tokoyami can almost tell if something’s the matter.

He really likes when you open up to him.

He doesn’t try to push the subject, but he’ll remind you if there’s something on your mind that you’d like to talk about, he and/or dark shadow will gladly listen.

So one day you’re just chilling in his dorm painting your nails in partial silence while dark shadow sings some song he’d heard on the radio.

“I would like to kiss you.” Tokoyami blurts out, seemingly out of random. But you’d been dating for a while, it was going to come up at some point.

“Y-you do?!” You look at him almost shocked.

“I do. Is that alright?” He asks, leaning forward ever so slightly. He goes to reach a hand up t stroke your cheek but you quickly cover your mouth with your hand.

“I have really scary sharp teeth that might hurt you if you kiss me.” You blurt out way too quickly, your words jumbling together almost making it impossible to understand.

Tokoyami just chuckles.

“Scary sharp teeth? Do I really look like the kind of guy to be scared by teeth?” Tokoyami chuckles. Your gaze softens and you slowly lower your head.

“You really like all the scary stuff huh.” You smile, your teeth peeking out.

Tokoyami can’t help but notice how pointy they are. He leans in, quickly closing the gap that rests between the two of you.

It’s a nice kiss, reassuring.

You feel better about your teeth.

He loves seeing you smile, and so does dark shadow.

He only teases you for thinking that he’d be scared of your teeth.

man loves dark and spooky stuff? hello if thats the case then ur teeth were made for him.

that sounded weird.

okay but you smiling with black lipstick on???? tokoyami is suddenly offering his hand in marriage for u

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mezo shoji

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If anyone understands what you’re going through, this guys knows.

He doesn’t question you, instead he only tells you that if you’d ever like to talk about why you wear your mask, he’d listen.

Shoji is so sweet.

He’d never pressure you into taking your mask off, or pressure you into telling him why you wear it.

He opens up about his mask and shows you and it makes you feel better.

You feel like you can trust him, and a part of you understands what he’s been through.

You can both relate.

When you finally decide to take off your mask and show him, he’s very patient and understanding.

He doesn’t rush you or make any jokes unless you’re comfortable with them.

He finds your teeth really cute.

“They’re beautiful, just like you.”

It’s such a cheesy line, but he means it.

He pinches your cheeks over and over again because it’s the first time he’s seen them without your mask on.

And your lips, he loves them too.

He loves to kiss them.

And if you do nibble on him, he doesn’t mind either.

You like to wear his mask sometimes when you’re alone in each other’s dorm.

“I think that color suits you, love.” He’ll pull you in close and wrap his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

KISSING. THROUGH. MASKS.

he knows where ur lips are at this point, he’ll place a smooch right on em.

when u wear his mask and it smells like u and then he wears it and hes like <3 <3 <3 i love this homie

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