#so they can bully you and also you're poor and the only reason you're at that school is because of money set aside YEARS ago

[ph4ngz]

Can I request how do Reo, Nagi, and Kunigami fuck?

Of course, my lovely little anon ^3^

isagi, chigiri, bachira, rin + sae version here <3

Mikage Reo fucks you with unnerving passive-aggression. No, no, no. He's not the type to upset you on purpose, as much as he enjoys licking the stray tears that roll down your cheeks while he's fucking you stupid. Nah, Reo is so obsessed with making you cum that he'll unintentionally set off hostile waves of adrenaline rolling through his veins. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! That's right, cutie. I will get another one outta you." Just because he views it as a victory he can achieve on his own, more than once at that. He'll become so focused, so intent sometimes that cumming himself won't even cross his mind. "You've got a few more left, haven't ya? For me?" he'll chuckle breathlessly with a dangerously influential, open-mouthed smile from above you. And of course you'll nod your head so obediently for your sweet Reo, like the skilful cock bullying your insides forbids you from denying.

When he finally notices his abdomen tensing, he'll tip over to the more aggressive side of the scale, veiny hands dying to squeeze the fat of your ass with a bruising pressure whilst his hips stutter. "Nngh— hnngh! Nuh-no… wasn't done~" his orgasm will hit him like a truck, instantly taming his animalistic behaviour and reducing his vocabulary to nothing more than softened whines of ecstasy.

Seishiro Nagi fucks you with pure ego. Oh, you thought he would be gentlemanly enough to let you finish first? Think twice. "Stop whining already…" he'll complain lightheartedly, jackhammering so hard into your poor, neglected cunt that previous loads of cum start to spurt past his dick and land in small specks upon your ass. Soon enough, your incessant wailing will eat at his temper but also at his heart, half giving into you with a "quit bitching and I might let you cum with me this time, sound good?". If you feel inclined to behave yourself, he'll be reasonable. But it'll always be a challenge to control your temper when his egocentric bullshit comes into play.

After what will feel like a lifetime of Nagi dangling you over the edge above the depths of sheer pleasure and release, he'll suddenly grant you exactly that. It'll seem like a cruel lie at first when he tells you, but it's when he'll forcefully spread your legs impossibly further apart that you'll believe it. "Hey, s-stop squirming— you idiot… agh, hah, fuuuuuuck me…" he'll drawl out a fucked-out moan whilst simultaneously doubling over to kiss your cute nose mid-orgasm.

Rensuke Kunigami fucks you with intimidating strength. First, he'll toy with you gently, loving to torture your throbbing clit after telling you to sit still on his fat cock. "Ah-ah, sweetheart. If you move, I'll only have you crying." his voice is deep and smooth when he'll threaten you, nothing but the truth in that handsome smirk of his. He'll reward you with a nice sloppy kiss if you're complacent, although that's not the highlight you look forward to. That's when he'll have you ultimately trapped beneath his muscular body, broad chest flush against your back and rendering you unable to move without permission. "I fuckin' warned you, didn't I. You're s—uch a sucker for this strength shit…" he'll groan deliciously with his head hanging beside yours, relentlessly pounding your sticky pussy from behind.

"Ohhh god~ swear you get t-tighter every time I see you— Grr! Yeah, yeah yeah m'cumming!" Kunigami will strain to keep himself from fucking howling as he'll hold you insanely close and continue to slam his pelvis into your asscheeks, muscles tensing to stop your overstimulated body from fidgeting whilst the sound of skin smacking skin sends you to heaven and back.

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[david-watts]

having been scalded with far-too-hot-water, I’ve remembered why I hate washing up

[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave Boy Danny is a dad and that one fact makes Tim less suspicious of him.

Because the contingency plan for Bruce is his kids. It's also really concerning HOW young Bruce is a parent. (How old is he?!)

And this story won't be complete without Dani showing up to cause mayhem while calling for her Father.

She commits to the bit without even knowing all the details. Or the bit.

So, in Cave Au, I had planned to have Danny call Dani, his adoptive sister, instead of his daughter to make the Waynes much more nervous about him, but I'll write a different Au for you to make up for it.

Dani Fenton is the new kid in Tim's class. She's moved with her single father, Daniel Fenton, from a small town in Minnesota. At first, there is not much to her, even with her large brian.

She's a scholarship girl with a mind for chemistry that could make any scientist green with envy. Her uniform must be better tailored, likely second-hand, because it hangs loosely around her body as if made for a taller girl. She doesn't talk to other students, often popping in headphones when they are dismissed to the next class or during breaks.

Most of Gotham Acadamy doesn't want to interact with her, and she's completely fine with returning the sentiment. Personally, Tim only noticed her because she had a Dumpty Humpty sticker on her laptop.

He's surprised to find anyone in his generation who even heard the band, much less enjoyed it enough to have merchandise. It was a rock band that was popular twenty years ago when Bruce was a teenager.

Tim only knows about them because Bruce sometimes puts them on when he wants to work on any Bat vehicles.

He recognized her sticker, but it wasn't a reason to go over and start a conversation with her. The only action this realization caused was Tim pulling up his playlist and pressing one of Dumpty Humpty's songs.

No, what caused him to talk to her was an incident that happened three weeks after she arrived at Gotham Acadamy. It's a well-known fact that scholarship kids were picked on. Even though Waynes attempted to curb the bullying, it still happened to the kids they gave financial assistance to.

Tim had stumbled across a group of girls surrounding Dani by the soccer field. She was sitting on the grassy hill overlooking the field, and around her were various art supplies. Dani had likely been painting when the girls had rudely interrupted her.

It didn't take any of his Bat training to see how they were mocking her, and he sped up just as one girl reached out to try and snatch her screech book out of her hand.

The key word being tried.

Dani had been much faster, for she not only tugged her book out of the bully's reach but also kicked out the feet from under the girl in the same motion.

"Nice try." Dani taunted, her accent just peeking through. "Now, do me a favor and get your daddy to buy you a yacht you can't drive instead of bothering me."

"At least my Dad has money!" The other girl screeched.

Dani snorted. "Oh boy, you really cut me where it hurts. How will I ever recover from that comeback?"

"You Bitch!" A blond girl yelled. Tim knows her. Tina Lumière, the youngest of Harry Lunmiere- a family who ran luxurious vacation services. A family that was always quick to lure in investors. She's been trying to flirt with Tim since Bruce took him in, convinced he'll fund her family business if she bats her eyelashes hard enough.

Tim hates interacting with her.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. I'm a poor bitch that won't amount to anything, and I need to stay away from Timbo Dragon so you can go make rich stupid babies with him."

"That's not his name-"

"Look, I only have one day of the school week where I have a free period, and you're wasting it on this." Dani waves her hand around the group with an over-exaggerated squint. "I mean, honestly, why would I go after some guy? I'm a lesbian."

"You are?" The brunette in the circle of bullies asks, with too much interest. Dani sends her a wink, and the girl actually blushes. Tim is suddenly reminded of Steph, and that causes him to smile.

"That's not his name!" Tina shouts, stepping in between the flirting girls. Dani's face clouds over in distaste as she continues. "His name is Timothy Drake. I know you're lying about not being interested in him! I saw you staring at him in biology."

"I was looking at his rock band sweater. It's a band my dad likes-"

"Shut up!" Tina slaps Dani across the face, seemingly smug, but it doesn't last long since the raven-haired girl springs up with a nasty right hook.

It hits Tina right in the eye, knocking the girl down like her friend. She screams, which triggers all her friends to jump at Dani. Despite being smaller and outnumbered, Dani gives as good as she gets, throwing a girl over her shoulder and punching another in the throat.

Tim picked up his speed, walking into a fast run. He barely has the mind to pull out his phone and point it in the group's direction. "Hey, break it up! Break it up!"

The two holding onto Dani's hair let go like they've been burned. If a teacher had tried to stop the fight, they wouldn't have gotten far, but Tim is a Wayne. They have much more power than some poor staff.

"Tim," Tina wails. Her eye is already starting to bruise. She's going to look terrible for a while while it heals. "She attacked me!"

"No, she didn't," He says, rolling his eyes. He waves his phone at them. "Don't lie. I recorded the whole thing. Also, harassing others is super unattractive."

He didn't, but they don't know that. Tina's face falls apart as he helps Dani get her things and then escorts her to the main building. He doubts that will stop her harassment, but hopefully, it will detain them long enough for him to find a better solution.

"Thanks," Dani says after they finish walking. "That was cool of you."

"Don't mention it." He gives her a standard Wayne-dizzy smile. "What of mine sweater were you talking about?"

She grins. "The Dumpty Humpty one.'

"Oh yeah, that's my dad's. He loves the band."

Her eyes light up. "Mine does, too. Maybe we can get our dads to meet and discuss it."

Great. Dani Fenton was another opportunist trying to get Bruce to meet her parents. Pity.

"I'm sure there will be a chance in the future. Maybe the parent-teacher conferences, we'll run into each other," He says with a laugh, not giving her a direct answer. Dani nods and then walks off to her next class. He reports the girls, compiles enough evidence, and when he's sure the school will step in, he doesn't think about the afternoon.

Then, four months later, it's parent-teacher conferences. Bruce and Tim are just about finished visiting all his teachers, that are falling over themselves to get on Brucie's good side when Dani appears, dragging her dad behind her.

"That's him." She says, and Daniel's face lights up.

"You're the Dumpty Humpty fan?" He asks Bruce. His dad has no choice but to play along even though Tim knows he's dead tired and wants to go home.

"Of course. Who doesn't love a good Fairy Tale Ending to listen to on the way home?" Bruce laughs, and Daniel's grin widens.

"That's great, but I like Bloody Prince Charming more. Daniel Fenton, by the way." He holds his hand, and Bruce shakes it slightly more interest now. It's not that Dumpty Humpty isn't just old; it wasn't popular in this part of the country, so it's even rarer to find fans in Gotham.

"Bruce Wayne."

"Nice to meet ya!" Daniel chirps- seeing anyone other than Dick be that cheerful is odd. "Wish we can talk more, but I got to get to this one's art class."

"Of course," Bruce says, even though he's surprised they walked away so quickly without asking for anything more of them. Most try swinddle a second meeting somehow.

Dani waves Tim goodbye, and the Fentons are off down the hall, chatting between them in ordinary, eased tones. It's odd but a forgotten interaction for Tim after a few days.

Not so much for Bruce.

Tim finds out a month later that Bruce not only met up with Mr. Fenton again but even asked for his number on their second meeting. Then the two men went out for dinner, went to the mall, went shopping, and even did some charity fundraiser together.

Bruce would often message Daniel that it felt like he was the new teenager. Tim still did not think it odd.

Only when Damian burst into his room, dragging the rest of their siblings in. The youngest had called on a sibling meeting to discuss a new issue that worried him about Bruce.

"Tim, who is Father's suitor, and what are his intentions with Father?" The boy asked after everyone had settled.

"What?"

"Babybat has a point. I haven't seen Bruce this interested since Catwoman first appeared," Dick added. "I really hope this lover sticks around."

"What lover?" Tim questions Jason, who shrugs.

"A Daniel Fenton? The old man has been going steady with him for about a month now. Haven't you noticed? You were the one that introduced him."

"No, I've been focused on the Phantom case," Tim says, gesturing to the board covered in red yarn and a news clipping of the new hero.

Phantom had appeared a while back, going through the city and helping the little people. He's even harder to catch a glimpse of then Batman, but he's been helping to slowly cut down the pity crime and muggings, letting the Bats focus on the big guns like the Rouges.

The Bats had been trying to pin him down to offer assistance and gradated for all his hard work. They just catch him since Phantom is a meta and always slips away at the last second.

"Whatever the case may be." Damian started up again. "We must protect Father from those with less than honorable intentions."

"Hear, Hear," Steph and Duke cry, lifting up their juice boxes that Cass had passed out. It wasn't a proper sibling meeting without snacks.

"He can't be all bad," Tim said. "He's a single father."

"Having a kid makes him more worthy?"

"In my experience, step-parents have been really great." But Dana was incredible like that, so maybe Tim put too much faith in Bruce's dating life.

They all agree to closely monitor Daniel Fenton and his daughter Dani. There may be more than meets the eye.

[hp-hcs]

Hello there.

Since you're taking a request, then maybe some poły relationship with Theo and Mattheo. Preferably male lub gn reader

Thanks and have a good day

aaaaaa a non-monogamous relationship with my two favorite boyos??? abso-fuckin-lutely!!!

polyamorous theodore nott & mattheo riddle x gn!reader headcanons

(lovely pictures from @demieyesore)

since it wasn’t specified if the boyos were dating each other as well or not, i made it ✨up to reader interpretation✨

❕gender-neutral reader❕

TWs: violence (it’s theo & mattheo, what do you expect?), brief sexual harassment/attempted sexual assault (?)

requests open (please for the love of god)

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general headcanons:

mattheo is little spoon and i will take no arguments

(he’s almost always in the middle <3)

if you call theo literally any pet name he will die on the spot

same if you call mattheo any variation of ‘pretty boy’ or ‘cutie’

(extra bonus points if you compliment something unrelated to his physical appearance, like how well he did on a test, or how perceptive he is. homeboy will have no idea how to respond. he’ll just be like 🧍‍♂️🥹👍🫶)

the poly thing actually only happened because there was a very aggressive love triangle thing going on and then they were like “wait this is dumb”

plus, it makes a bunch of the teachers uncomfy, + both of their fathers, so really it’s ideal

they r possessive as F U C K

they can share with each other, that’s it. no one else.

i dare anyone to try to bully or harass you

or actually, even just look at you

OR IF SOMEBODY TRIES TO ASK YOU OUT

someone call an ambulance for the poor fuck 💥🚑🚨🩹🪦💀

lil oneshot thing? idk man:

you go to one of enzo’s stupid parties without your boys

“i’ll be fine guys, promise”

y/n was, in fact, Not Fine™

someone tries to hit on you but just DOESNT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER

let's say it’s cormac mclaggen cause mf is creepy asf

(i know everyone makes him like ‘the bad guy’ but yk what if you don’t like it go write ur own headcanons. they’d probably be better anyways)

anywhore, cormac is like, getting a lil too close for comfort

just kind of haranguing you the whole night

offering drinks, complimenting how you’re dressed, telling you that your boyfriends are “so lucky to have someone as sexy as you”

🤮🤮

you are OBVIOUSLY uncomfortable

but shit hits the fan when he grabs your waist/hip area and tries to kiss you

✨surprise!✨

your mancandy was here the whole time 😌

(not cause they don’t trust you, they just don’t trust anybody else)

💥👊😡🩸🩹🔪🗡️💣

cormac: 🥊🦷😵‍💫🩸🩹🩼☠️⚰️🪦

(lowkey hot to watch em defend you but yk)

((y/n for literally no reason: 👁️🫦👁️)

(((if you tell mattheo you think it’s hot, he’ll just go 🥺🫶💋😚🫂)))

misc:

expounding further on my earlier mattheo x reader headcanons, a scientific study i’ve conducted has found that mattheo riddle is, in fact, a himbo

from the new partridge dictionary of slang and unconventional english, a himbo is “a man objectified by his good looks and presumed lack of intellectual qualities, a man who trades on this image, a gigolo”

objectified by his good looks? have you met tumblr? ✅

lack of intellectual qualities? well, he thinks violence solves everything and thinks with his dick instead of his brain so i’m gonna say yeah ✅

but let’s keep it going, shall we?

a himbo is also defined as the “human version of a golden retriever—beautiful, incredibly well-intentioned, and dumb.”

…yep

beautiful ✅ well-intentioned (in his own mind) ✅ & dumb (lovingly) ✅

additionally: buff 💪 ✅ & respects his romantic partner(s) ✅

“but hp-hcs,” you bemoan. “what does that make theo?”

well, my dear delusionists, theodore nott is a hunk—not quite a himbo, but close

hopefully this venn diagram i made of some of the himbos & himbo-adjacents in the hp world will help illustrate this for you

[pettyprocrastination]

hiiiiii tj <3

i see you're back in your konig era and was wondering if you have any new hcs for our big teddy bear <3

HIIII ERIIIII :D

warnings: description of bullying, violence, social anxiety, insecurities, smut

SFW

So for me personally he’s very. Socially inept. Not in a ‘cute soft anxiety boy’ way but in the way that he will come off either deeply unsettling by staring at you in silence or like a total fucking asshole. Spent his entire childhood severely bullied and ostracized so any sort of slight against him, he will take personally and gets easily frustrated with himself for not handling situations/social intricacies smoothly

Probably has plenty of stretch marks from having such a big growth spurt growing up. 

Something about being severely bullied and then realizing his own size and strength means he could give his harassers some ferociousness back as a teen def…led to something. 

I HC that he has some pretty severe scarring on his face from being ganged up on as a kid, which only furthered him being an outsider to other kids/teens growing up so he wears his hood or some sort of facial covering on base as well. Severe trauma and all that. 

Most definitely has a criminal record from when he was a kid and fought back against a bully after said incident and ended up just getting tunnel vision and…destroying that poor kid. The case was either sealed because he was a minor or expunged completely because the argument was that it was in self defense and he had the scars to prove their previous assaults on him. Nonetheless. It left him fucked up. 

Shifting from being the defenseless kid being harassed and bullied to a bloodied teenager that now knows his strength and his capabilities in defending himself. Ough. 

Part of the reason he sheds his insecurities on the field. He’s able to not worry about being watched or ridiculed and just go full fucking ham and he loves it. Part of the reason why his voice lines are so shrieky and gloating. I love it lmao. 

If you’re on his side/somebody he considers to be an ally/friend? He may not talk much but will sort of…loom about. Small interjections here and there but overall just this shadow following you around- not that you mind. 

Will look over at you when he does something successfully for a bit of praise like ‘hey? Did you see that? Wasn’t that cool? Please tell me im cool’ without saying it outloud. 

I’m not sure if him being 6’10 is genuine canon (i can’t remember where I saw that if im being honest) but id imagine given how tall he looks finding clothes that fit him are a fucking pain. 

DIY king. At his height and size he will have to do the occasional alterations on his clothes. Grew up with a single mother who did her all to give her baby boy a good life which meant teaching him how to sew from a young age, a small hobby he would partake in while sitting at his mother’s side and beam bright when she told him he was doing a good job. 

Enjoys being in the wilderness quite a bit. 

I imagine him to be a ginger for some reason. His hair isn’t too long but enough that he can tie it up so it doesn’t get in his face. If you become close enough to him that you can see him without his hood on, please run your fingers through his hair he will reach nirvana. 

I’d also imagine that after spending so long covering his face, being without it feels. Weird. A touch overstimulating at first too. 

Sort of like how in that one ep of the mandalorian season two where din has to take off his helmet to get into that database, you see all his emotions and him react to the wind hitting his face because he isn’t used to it. 

NSFW

That being said. Once you kiss him he’s a bit of an addict for it. Won’t be out of the norm to find him pulling you back into his lap with a whisper of “one more, liebling? Please?” when you have to leave for a briefing in five minutes but then he nibbles at that spot on your neck and you just can’t say no to him. 

Not a virgin, but not overly experienced either. I’d imagine there’s been a few flings in the past of folks who have met this quiet giant and just had to suck him off cause I mean, who wouldn’t? But the genuine intimacy of face to face, holding one another while fucking? It’s a rarity he hasn’t truly been able to experience yet. 

Big dick and doesn’t realize it.

Loves a good makeout sesh. Doesn’t care if it’s juvenile or whatever if you sit on his lap and put on a movie in the background he will make out for fucking hours with his hand slipping up your shirt and pressing himself against your hips.

Tit man. Maybe it’s because I’m a fan of the honkers myself and i'm just projecting but the dude loooves to play with his partner’s chest. Big? small? Flat? He doesn’t give a fuck. Titties are titties please for the love of god let him touch you 

Kinda goes insane for the type of shirt where he can see the outline of your tits through it if you aren’t wearing a bra. Don’t be surprised if he corners you during the day and scolds you for being “So cruel” to him by wearing it before he starts mouthing at your chest through the fabric. 

Kissing, sucking, biting, licking, the man loves tits and will do it all god bless him. 

Nipple piercings will make his head explode

Loooves eating pussy. SO so much. Will go to the point where you have to pull on his hair to get him off of you and then he has the audacity to look at you with those sad eyes and ask for one more. 

Loves loves loves when you leave hickeys on him. He’ll never get in trouble for having them since he’s covered from head to toe at all times in the field but man does it get him riled up. Sees it as some sort of mark of your relationship to him, a little reminder for him to see in the mirror after your night together and he will plead for you to mark him up, he’s tough he can take it. 

“You can do it for me, can’t you? I know you can. Just one more, yes?” 

The type to kiss the pussy first, he’s a romantic. 

Will mumble/moan praise while between your legs. Talking about how pretty your pussy is and how you're so soft all over it has you completely braindead. 

Absolutely obscene with it, moaning and sloppy damn near drooling between your legs because he’s so drunk on you. 

Has no preference to where he gets to cum. Sex with you is joy itself but if you were to twist his arm: he’d say he likes to cum inside of you. 

He won’t say that he likes it so much because then he can lean back and watch his cum seep out of your hole, that’s his little secret. (Not a well kept one lmao) 

Probably has a porno-esque fantasy of a “sparring turned to sex” scenario that he keeps tucked away in the back of his mind at all times.

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Key To Your Heart - Track 6

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 4K

Series List: Here!

Miss last chapter? Here!

This one's a little longer than the last few, but it's one I was really excited to get to for a while. I hope you guys like it! We're starting to get into the nitty gritty! Once again please let me know what you think of it! Thank you all for your support :)

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After your emotional conversation with Pedro, you were worried he'd stop talking to you. At least, it seems that's how it usually works. Whenever you try to have a conversation about emotions with someone, it gets shut down. But surprisingly.. it didn't push Pedro away at all. The two of you talk nearly every day on the phone, and when you don't, it's made up for with plenty of text messages. You don't even have to be the first to communicate, either. It just feels natural. It doesn't need to be over-thought.

You keep telling yourself not to get your hopes up, but at the same time, you feel like maybe it's turning into something. Something more than friends. You couldn't help but wonder if Pedro felt the same way, or if maybe he's just a really nice guy.

Despite these feelings, you're still hesitant to tell him you love him. Although he put many of your fears to rest, you continued to be nervous. You were inexperienced. You were significantly younger than him. You led two very different lives. And even though he reassured you about your appearances, it doesn't mean you'd be his type once he actually saw you. Shoot, you don't even know if he's interested in pursuing a relationship.

Plus, now there's the risk of messing up a new friendship. Why ruin it?

How does anyone ever get into a relationship? Others make it look so easy, jumping from relationship to relationship like their heart isn't at stake.

Maybe someday you'd tell him. Maybe someday you'd share these other fears as well. But not yet. You weren't ready.

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About a week had gone by since you first talked on the phone, and it was around 1 PM when he called you.

"Hey Pedro!"

"Hey there, songbird," he replied cheerily.

"Songbird?" You giggled.

"If you hate it-"

"No, I love it. It's sweet," you blushed.

"Okay good. But the reason I'm calling is because I saw something on Instagram…"

"Oh yeah? What of?"

"About you. When were you going to tell me?"

Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh what? What is he referring to?

You nervously laughed "I… what? Tell you what now?"

"Your album is coming out in a WEEK!??!" He practically yelled with excitement.

Seriously… this guy. Giving me a damn heart attack.

"OH" you replied sheepishly. "You scared me, thinking you heard… I dunno"

"Oh! I'm sorry. No. I haven't heard any information that you haven't told me yourself, nor would I believe it anyway. Other than.. this album!!!" Pedro announced like a gameshow host.

You laughed before replying "yes, yes, the album comes out next week! They just announced it I guess."

Pedro clapped and shouted. "CONGRATULATIONS!!!! I'm so happy and proud of you!!!!!!!!"

You weren't looking in a mirror, and he couldn't see you either, but you could bet money that your cheeks were a bright shade of pink. "Thank you, Pedro!" You giggled, your face beginning to hurt from the large smile he caused.

"How are you celebrating? Is the studio doing anything for you?"

"Well they mentioned an album release party, but being that nobody really knows me I don't know who I would even invite. Plus I'm not sure that a large thing like that is how I'd like to show myself to the world. A little too ceremonious for my liking." You grimaced.

"Well, I happen to think you deserve something ceremonious, even if you don't think you do. And I think we should celebrate."

"We - you - you do? You mean…?" You stuttered in disbelief.

"You and me," he said matter-of-factly.

"You.. and… What did you have in mind?" 

Frankly you didn't know what to think.

"Well. I was thinking… Maybe we could listen to the album together? We could talk on the phone and listen, and it would be like our own little album release party. You wouldn't have to show yourself or meet people. It would just be like our normal conversations. Except I'd get to hear your new music and talk about it with you. If you want," he said, sounding slightly nervous.

Your heart swelled at the gesture and you agreed happily. The two of you made a plan to "meet" at 7PM and listen together the night of your album release. And he promised he wouldn't listen without you.

_____

It wasn't until after you were off the phone with him that you began to overthink the songs on your album. Not unlike your first single, these were also rather vulnerable at times. Sure, he knew a lot, and he'd listen to the album anyway. Probably. But still. To hear it… together? You were starting to feel like you were in over your head.

Nevertheless, the week continued on like normal. Work, talking to Pedro, hanging with Skipper. You agreed to a few more interviews in article or voice format after the release, and signed a few last minute things.

As the album date approached closer, Pedro texted you one day.

"Okay I'm going to ask you something and I want you to trust me okay. I'm not going to do anything that I know you would hate."

"Okay…" what does this man have up his sleeve?

"Can I have your address?"

Why does he want my address???? The panic settled in. But, you did like him; and he hadn't crossed any boundaries yet. In fact, he's been one of the most understanding of your qualms.

So. You sent him your address.

"Thank you ❤️" Pedro replied.

A heart !?! A red one!? 

"You're welcome. Also… I was planning to tell you anyway, but if you're looking for my address I may as well tell you…" you told him your real name. Not your stage name. Not a nickname. But your name. First, Last. All of it.

"Thank you for trusting me. I promise I'll keep it safe," reassured Pedro.

"Thank you, P."

"Of course. You have a beautiful name, by the way."

Your heart did a somersault.

_____

The album release date was finally here and you aren't sure you slept a wink. You were a bundle of nerves and excitement. You loved him and always enjoyed chatting together. This was exciting. But also these songs are so personal. This is a big moment. This was a big plan. And why did he want your address anyway?

~~~~~

Meanwhile at Pedro's place, he was just as nervous. He had started out excited, but then he got into his head. His plans for the evening started feeling too romantic. He didn't want you to get the wrong idea. He liked you, but he didn't want to push it. Maybe he was showing too many feelings towards you. You love someone else, and him not respecting that is rude. All you want is a friend and he's just going to seem like another one of those creepy guys trying to get into your pants.

But it was too late now, the plans were in motion, and maybe you'd enjoy it. Who knows. Either way, he loved your friendship, and friends could do this kind of thing for each other… right??

~~~~~

Throughout the day, you paced your house before finally leaving with Skipper in tow. "We gotta get some air, buddy. I'm losing it over here," you said while clipping his leash.

Stepping out of the house, you two went for a long walk, circled back toward home, and plopped down on your lawn. The house still felt too small in preparation for this evening, whatever it was. Why does it feel different anyway? It's just another phone call..? Unless….

Truth be told, while Pedro had his secret plans, you also had some of your own. Whether you followed through with them or not was up to your nerves.

After some sunbathing with your pup, you both head inside. The sun was starting to set, and you realized it was getting closer to the meetup time you chose with Pedro.

_____

6 PM.

You stared at the TV, not really absorbing anything on the screen, but needing a distraction. This afternoon you opted for a show that Pedro was not in. For once, you needed to not see his handsome face. You needed something else. Half paying attention while picking at a hangnail, you jump out of your skin at the sight of your phone lighting up. Pedro texted.

"Picking out my outfit for tonight! Always important to look nice for celebration."

Shit… he's not coming over is he?! That's why he wanted my address?!

"Wait…" you pondered how to phrase your question without sounding like a panicked asshole, when all you wanted to say was "what the fuck do you MEAN!?!"

I'm not dressed. I'm in sweats and covered in dog hair. I don't have makeup on. Oh no.

"Wait… is that why you wanted my address?"

"Oh. Nooo, no no. No, sweet girl, don't worry. I'm not coming over unexpectedly and interrupting your hiding place. I just think it's still important to dress nice."

"Oh..Okay.."

It was around 6:15 when he texted a picture of himself wearing a white button up with a dark blue suit and matching tie. He wore dark-frame glasses and his hair was slightly tamed, but still showed his messy curls. He looked gorgeous.

But as you scanned his body you noticed that instead of dress shoes, he wore a pair of polka dot socks. He had a goofy grin and his one eyebrow was cocked. You grinned.

"All dressed up and nowhere to go," he said.

"You're a goof, P. But I appreciate the effort."

A pause.

"Also, you look really handsome" you nervously hit send before you had a chance to chicken out.

Bold. Probably shouldn't have said that. But hey, friends compliment each other.

"Why thank you. A big accomplishment like this requires all the stops."

He timed this message right to the minute. As you read his text, your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find two boxes. One large, one small. A delivery boy was getting into his car. 

"Delivery from your biggest fan. 

-❤️, P"

He… he sent me some kind of care package?? And put a heart? And said he's my biggest fan?

You squealed and carried the boxes into the house. "What's this!?" You texted Pedro.

"Open them and see!"

You immediately open them. Inside the larger box was a variety of items. The first thing you noticed was a small vase holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. To the right of that was a bag, which you opened and found your favorite meal, from your favorite restaurant. 

Wow, this is elaborate. 

Below the food was another small bag holding your favorite dessert, and finally to the left, your favorite drink.

I can't believe he remembered all of my favorite things.. This is so thoughtful.

When you moved the flower vase, you noticed one more small item. Is that a… corsage?? You texted Pedro the question.

"Yep!" He sent, with a photo of a matching flower on his lapel.

Remembering you still had the small box, you opened the box flaps, wondering what could possibly be left for him to give you. On top of it was another note.

"For a handsome boy.

- ❤️, your mom's friend, Pedro"

Under the note was a jar of peanut butter, a squeaky anchor toy, and…? What's this?

You unwrap a small paper wrapping to find a dog-sized black bowtie. Shut up.

"SKIPPER!!! Look what Pedro gave you, buddy!"

He padded over to you and let you hook the dressy accessory around his neck. With the clip adjusted, he sat back, looking proud of his new fashion. You quickly snapped a picture and texted it to Pedro.

"I can't believe you did all this, Pedro. Not only did you send all this, but you remembered my favorite things? You remembered all the details from when I first met Skipper. My favorite food, dessert, drink, and flower? That's so sweet, this is all too much Pedro..  Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. I.. I don't even know what to say."

You're amazing and I love you. Is what I want to say.

"You're welcome." He texted back. "Like I said, you deserve a celebration. Plus…"

Pedro sent a photo of his table, set up with the same food and drink, with the caption "now it's like we're having a dinner party."

It was nearing the time to meet, but you still had to do one more thing. You had pondered it earlier in the day, but fully decided it when Pedro sent the photo of himself dressed up. It's now or never.

_____

6:45 PM.

Pedro sat waiting for a reply after he sent his dinner photo. It had only been a couple minutes, but his hands were sweaty and his leg was shaking under the table. Finally, his phone went off. You sent… a video?

He opened it and pressed play. There, he saw you rotating your wrist with the corsage on it. The first time he's ever seen your wrist, hand, or arm before. The first time he's even seen your skin tone.

Geez you act like you're in the Victorian ages, pull yourself together, he rolled his eyes at himself for being so overjoyed.

Next, the video panned to Skipper in his bowtie, looking handsome as ever. The camera zoomed in on him and he looked up into the view with his big brown eyes. 

And then…

The camera panned to the side, and showed a mirror. A full length mirror, where you stood. He scanned your body from your perfectly done up hair and makeup, down your body to your dress. You wore your favorite dress, (in your favorite color, he noted) which showed off your body in the best ways. He looked down to the floor and noticed that you too were wearing fun socks instead of shoes. You wore a pair of striped socks and wrote in your caption "all dressed up and nowhere to go."

His heart picked up and he could feel himself breathing unevenly. He finally saw you. And you were gorgeous. He couldn't help the smile that enveloped his face.

Fuck. She's beautiful… I'm screwed. 

She loves someone else. She loves someone else. She loves someone else. Forget your feelings.

Despite his struggle, he knew he wanted, and needed, to tell you how beautiful he thought you looked. This was a big step to show yourself, and he also knew how self-conscious you felt about your body.

"Wow, you're so beautiful."

You blushed, replying with a quick thank you with a heart, then sending a second message asking if he was ready to listen. The video wasn't the only trick you had planned up your sleeve tonight.

______

The clock turned to 7 PM and Pedro hit the dial for your number. You answered the phone and said a quick "hang on" to set up the shared listening party link for your album. Once sent, you took a deep breath and steadied your nerves. Then, you took the plunge.

"Okay I got the link! I'm so exci - what - wait, is this an accident?" Pedro's hand fumbled as he received your incoming video chat request, his heart picking up to a galloping pace.

"Nope! You can answer it. If you want.."

He quickly swiped the accept button and there you were. Clad in your favorite dress, sitting at a table with the meal he sent in front of you. He could see himself in the corner square, dressed in his suit, with nearly the identical table setup and food.

He couldn't help but notice on his own video screen that his cheeks were turning rosy and his mouth curled into a large smile. But he was too happy to be shy about his blush.

"So this is you," he said.

"This is me," you replied shyly, but still with a huge smile and blush plastered on your face, matching Pedro's.

"You look.." he sighed shakily "..wow.."

"You look pretty wow yourself there," you said with a shy giggle.

Both of you let out gentle laughs, feeling a warm glow as your stomachs felt matching butterflies of nerves, excitement, and… maybe something else.

"So should we listen, I guess?" You asked nervously.

He didn't answer. He was looking at the screen, eyes scanning the video. 

Is he blushing? You wondered. But why would he be? He doesn't like me back… right?

He still hadn't answered you when you finally said "Pedro?? Did you hear me?"

He snapped out of it, somehow turning more crimson. "Oh! Sorry… yeah! Let's listen."

Your nerves were off the charts. Some of these songs were so vulnerable. The ones at the end of the album were the most telling of all.

But as the two of you ate your dinners while listening to your new album, you began to relax. The night was filled with him giving praise and you giving background information on the meanings and production of the songs. 

"Are all the different instruments and harmonies played by you?"

"They are! The studio offered studio musicians but I had originally played them all when I wrote it and wanted to keep it a one woman show."

"You're incredible," Pedro said, shaking his head.

You blushed, for the billionth time today.

When it came to "Imaginary Love" Pedro grinned. "Hey I know this one! The one that started it all." 

"Yep!" You agreed and he began lip syncing to the lyrics dramatically. Little did he know, those lyrics were actually about him. You giggled as he acted out a soulful rendition of the chorus.

"You know, this whole journey has been a real rollercoaster and there have been times I've wished I hadn't posted that song..."

Pedro looked at you with that puppy dog look of his and you continued "but then I remember… that if I never posted it, I would've never started talking to you, and it makes it all worth it."

Pedro placed his hand on his heart and pouted his lip. "I agree. I'm glad to have met you. If I didn't love this song already, that alone would be enough reason for me to consider it one of my favorites.

You grinned and looked down at the table, suddenly feeling shy. The two of you continued to listen, having long finished your dinner. Conversation flowed easily, and you couldn't help but feel like you were on a date. Not that you had much experience with that, but from what you'd seen in movies and shows, this felt very date-like. And you didn't want it to end.

But as the album went on, you approached the last two songs. The ones you were scared of most. The most vulnerable of the album. 

The second to last began to play.

'It's hard to imagine craving something that I've never had.

Dumb to be so desperate for something I've gone without.

But when I'm alone and thinking to myself, I need it so bad.

I crave it like a drug, but one I know nothing about.

Your kiss on my lips, or any kiss at all.

It hasn't happened yet, no matter how hard I fall.

The years keep passing, but still no love.

The years go by, but still no kisses.

I keep wondering and praying up above,

I guess I'm unkissable, despite my wishes.'

Pedro furrowed his brow, looking at you, searching for something. He read the title of the song, "Unkissable," and looked up again, opening and closing his mouth to find the right words.

"Do-" he stopped himself and pondered his wording again. "Is- are all these songs true?"

You stared at the table, picking your nail against the wood. "Yes."

"You really believe that?"

"... I mean… I don't know… maybe… I guess…" you avoided his gaze, but could feel it.

"And you've never-"

"Kissed anyone before? No. I haven't."

"But you've wanted to?"

"Yes," you whispered, starting to feel tears prick at your eyes.

Pedro shifted his lips to the side in thought before finally saying "well… you're still young. It'll happen."

"I'm 26, Pedro. Most people have kissed by the time they've graduated high school. I just… missed the boat I guess. It's okay. I'm just being silly. I don't want it that bad. We can maybe listen to something else now."

"Hey, hey. Don't shut down on me," he asked pleadingly. "26 is still very young, and don't worry about whenever everyone else has done things. Everyone does things at their own pace. I'm sorry you haven't experienced it yet, especially when you want it so badly, but I know that when it does happen, it'll probably be better than any kiss you would've had with some 15 year old boy you would've had in high school."

You laughed, breaking your tears for a minute. "Thanks Pedro."

"Of course. And hey, don't think of yourself as unkissable. Any guy should be so lucky to be with you. Maybe the guy you wrote about in your song will be your first."

"Maybe… I hope so. Thank you."

While your heart bloomed at the kind words and prospect of maybe kissing Pedro in the future, Pedro's heart began to ache. Not only was he sad for you when you wanted love so desperately, but he also couldn't help but feel sad hearing you want to kiss another man. He wants to be that guy for you. He wasn't joking when he said any man would be lucky. But especially knowing now your true age, 22 years younger than him, he knew for sure your crush couldn't be him. You were way too young to be interested in a 48 year old man. He was silly for even entertaining the idea.

But at least he had a new friend. And as he thought longer, he thought about his best friend Sarah, and her relationship. They have a huge age gap, 32 years, but they're happy. And he's happy for her. It doesn't feel weird with them. Could he have that with you? Or is he in over his head?

The last song on the album began to play. This one was less vulnerable, but if he decided to look at the lyrics and notice patterns, he'd see it in the chorus. 

'People have a lot to say

Everyone loves or hates me

Don't know what I did today

Right now you're all I can see

Only want to be with you.

Please, love me too.'

You're sure the obsessive listeners will figure out the acrostic, and if Pedro looks up the lyrics, he might too. But either way, it's out there. All you can do is hope for the best and eventually you're sure it'll come out anyway.

 This wasn't one you were sure about putting on the album, but when the studio read through your personal songbook, they went insane over it. They figured it out quickly, and they promised they'd keep it to themselves. Luckily they have so far, but if money came calling, you think they'd sell your heart faster than you could say no.

The song, and album, came to a close and Pedro looked up at the screen once again, staring into your eyes. "Once again your music has blown me away."

Whether he put together the end or not, he wasn't letting on.

"Thank you Pedro. I really appreciate it. And thank you for tonight. It was truly special and I mean it when I say it's the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. You didn't have to go through all that trouble," you said thoughtfully.

"It was no trouble. You deserve congratulations for your album," Pedro replied with a smile.

Right.. it's just a congratulations. Nothing else. You sighed.

"Thank you. I'm really glad we did this. Talk again soon?" You asked.

"Absolutely. It was wonderful to meet you finally," Pedro said, finishing the sentence with your real name and smiling.

"It was great to meet you too, Pedro."

__________

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Danganronpa!FPE Au - oneshot

𝑼𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕!𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑿 𝑺𝒉𝒚!𝑼𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

☆summary - In this alternative universe of Fundamental Paper Education, Oliver and Reader got kidnapped to a school, forced to now play a killing game. Reader is the Ultimate Writer, and when they fall in love with the bully, Reader begins to write fanfic between them, but someone ended up finding out...

☆characters - Ultimate Lucky Student!Oliver and Ultimate Writer!Reader

☆warnings - mentions of killing, reader is really shy and can get flustered easily, Oliver is a big tease, after the line it will be written in 3rd person, I call reader "author", not proofread, they/them pronouns for reader

When you first arrived this school, everything was a complete mess. No one knew what was happening or how did they got here, the only thing they knew is that this teacher called Miss Circle explained the rules to everyone.

The thing that was shocking those people, was the game you were playing. It wasn't just a "normal" game. How could it be? It was a killing game, where the students needed to kill each other to get out.

After one or two nights in this school, you already had a good impression of everyone in there. Abbie was pretty shy, just like you. Engel was fine, he's friendly to everyone, and you hope it's really how he is and not a lie. Claire was also fine, nothing too much to say about her. But there was one person in there that had caught your attention more than you've wished for.

Oliver. You had no reason to like him, at all. He is a bully, always annoying people and being a complete asshole. Even to you sometimes when everyone's talking and you were minding your own business he said you're really suspicious just because yes.

But oh, how did you love him. Maybe he has a natural charm with him, maybe it's his hair, his voice, or his eyes, maybe his... Okay stop. You just can't help but fall in love with him! And you poor little thing couldn't stop thinking about this boy to the point it was getting annoying, so you decided to have a way to get those thoughts out of your head.

Write about him. See, you're the ultimate writer, if you're having problems with getting something out of your head you just write about it. That's how you managed to get yourself half of a notebook worth of fanfic with Oliver.

No one knew about this, for obvious reasons. You never really talked to anyone but Engel, Claire and maybe Abbie, and they had no idea about this little secret of yours. No one even suspected a thing! Or at least that's what you to believe.

The boy whom you were obsessed with was the only student aware of that fact. He's not sure if it's his ultimate talent - Ultimate Lucky Student - or if he is a very observer. Either way he knows about it, and now, Oliver needs to find a way to get his hands on your notebook.

Which he actually managed to somehow. You let the object with all your thoughts about him, in view, on a table, to anyone who wants to grab it. That's how Oliver got here, almost night time, reading those fanfics you wrote about him in front of your dorm door waiting for you.

The author was going back to their dorm, panicking because the most precious thing to them in that place was missing, and no one should ever read that, especially-

Oliver.

He was reading through the pages of the notebook with a smug face, before looking up at them and standing up.

"Hey, lost something?" — Oliver asked you while holding the notebook in front of them, holding the author's wrist that tried to grab the object.

".. Uhm, hey Oliver.. Could you please, give me this?" — He looked at the person in front of him, raising an eyebrow — "Why? I'm sure you'll be able to write a lot more content with us."

That made them freeze. It was obvious he was reading through them, but there was still a hope that just maybe he wasn't paying attention to it. Oh how wrong they were.

"Listen, I.. This wasn't really... Uhm..." — Oliver now was smirking as he saw the poor author's face change from a worried one, to a totally flushed one.

".. This is... Uh.. I wasn't thinking.. Straight! And.. I-" — They were cut off by Oliver's lips touching theirs, kissing them with passion.

Author was so surprised, that they almost missed when his lips weren't touching theirs anymore, now whispering in their ear.

"Meet me here around an hour before night time. Every day." — That's all Oliver said, before going back to his usual posture and walking away smirking, and trying to hide how happy he was.

Author just stood there, in shock, blushing for a whole minute before quickly going inside their dorm and starts giggling from excitement.

By the next day, author seemed different. They seemed more happy, excited, even! No one knew why, but Engel was glad to see them finally beginning to get used to the place. It's not the ideal place, right, but it's better to get used to it than submit to despair.

The day went by quickly, and an exact hour before night time announcement, author opened the door of their dorm, jumping slightly as they got scared from Oliver staring at them.

"Hey, why so jumpy? Got scared?" — He asked you, grinning from his teasing as their face got slightly red.

"No, no.. I just.. You're just there standing like a creep.."

"Heh, I guess you're right."

The two stared at each other, Oliver's smile only getting bigger the more uncomfortable they got, until they spoke up.

"Uhm.. About yesterday..." — Before author could even finish talking, Oliver already interrupted them.

"What? Want another kiss? I'm not giving away free kisses you know. You owe me one for yesterday." — He said casually, still smiling as they looked at him with their face getting a new shade of red.

"I-... What, no!! That's not what I was going to say..." — They looked down, tugging their sleeve as Oliver made a fake surprised face, gasping.

"What? No way, so you don't want anything from me? Guess I'll just leave then.."

"NO! I do want to kiss you again but-"

"Aww, so you do wanna kiss me. Don't lie to me little author.." — Oliver leaned down a bit to face the author, pouting slightly.

Author just looked at him with an embarrassed but also angry face, before sighing and looking away.

"That's what I wanted to talk about.."

"About the kiss?"

"NO! About how you act..." — They told him, a bit of disappointment appearing on their face which got Oliver a little nervous for the first time.

Noticing that the boy had shut up for a second, author finally managed to speak up.

"Listen, I.. I think you know that I.. Uhm, like you, a lot.."

"Yeah I read that."

"Ahem.. Anyways... It's just that.. I don't think we would work if you kept on being like that to me.."

Oliver stared at them for a moment, still smiling nervously, asking — "Like what?"

"Always bullying me! I.. I don't know when you're being serious or not, and it doesn't seem like you actually like me??" — Hearing those words hurted his heart and pride a little, but he sighed and placed a hand behind his neck.

"Uh.. Listen, I'm not good with this but uhm.. I don't really know how to get your attention if it isn't by annoying you. It's weird I know, but it's just my way of showing love."

Author was really shocked at those words, as they never saw Oliver being so norm around someone, without saying something about them or teasing.

It was clear how he was trying to be better for author, even if it got him out of his comfort zone. This was everything you needed to hear from him.

"... Oliver, I totally understand that. I.. I myself am not good with this kind of stuff as you can see, but I'm really interested in you. Can we.. Can we maybe start again?"

...

"Isn't this one of the things you wrote?"

"You really know how to break the mood don't you?"

"It's on my veins, I can't help it love." — And there it was, the Oliver who teased you to death just to see the different shades of red your face could get.

After that, Oliver was always pulling you with him whenever he wanted to interact with someone other than friends.

Actually no, he just pulled you every time because he's a complete asshole who just wanted to see you get embarrassed trying to explain to your friends why he did it.

You can also expect Oliver to (lovingly) bully you about your fanfics. He says that you should keep writing those, because it could give him ideas of what to do with you. He definetly said that trying not to laugh.

He's also going to hide your relationship from others. They might want to kill you, or even himself to bring despair, it's better if you two stayed as a secret.

Inside his dorm, he likes to pet your head and just really be in physical touch with you. That's something he's not saying out loud, but he is giving hints.

[armins-main-hoe]

would you make katsuki x twinsister!reader? one where they're both equally talented and competitive 👉🏽👈🏽

Sorry for replying so late!!

I don’t think I can make a whole fic for this since I have 2 on going fics and already struggling to keep up with those but I’ll write it down in headcannon form, sorry :/

The Bakugo Twins

(not proofread)

Honestly as kids, you both were complete menaces. All the other kids in class would follow you both around, no kid would dare step up to you both. Though I can see that at some point it was half the class following katsuki and the other half following you. Talk about sibling rivalry...

You both got your quirk when you both were arguing, both equally hot headed, both shouting and screaming, suddenly bright sparks started coming out from your fists. You both were startled by this and forgot what you were arguing about in the first place.

You both bullied deku. Sorry, but I can only see you also have a superiority complex just like your brother. I mean you grew up in the same environment as your brother and you are expected by others to be just like him. No one has ever taught you otherwise so its was only natural for you to do whatever he does and think whatever he does and visa versa.

You both gave the poor quirkless boy a tough time...

Honestly, unlike how in the anime, Deku wasn't actually thinking about taking a swan dive off of the roof, with you also bullying him, it probably did cross his mind once or twice.

However, by middle school you both had developed your own personalities, though there was not much difference between you both to be honest.

He was a bully, ego as high as the sky, a hero nerd, a complete jerk to everyone and you were one of those popular girls who acted like a bitch with her friends laughing at the back. You were the prettiest girl in the school and you knew it.

Katsuki hated the fact that you were going to apply to UA too. You both had the same quirk, meaning that if you got in, he would constantly be compared to you and there would be nothing special about him since he would not be one of a kind. He didn't understand why you wanted to join UA either. Sure, you liked heroes too but you didn't have collectables like he did. You never showed much interest in becoming a hero while growing up, at least not as much as him anyway. So why would you even think about joining UA?

What he didn't know was that you were applying for UA because of more than just one reason. You both were twins, everyone knew Katsuki was going to to apply for UA since he wasn't exactly shy about it. So naturally everyone thought you were going to apply for UA too. Call yourself some odd variation of a people pleaser and you said "well duh, are you thick or something? Obviously I am."

Another reason was, your looks. Since you were labeled as the prettiest girl in middle school and it got to your head, your looks became an obsession for you. You had to look flawless all the time and you needed someone to compliment you about your looks at least 10 times a day.

What better way to get complimented on your looks than becoming a famous hero? Heros are more popular than any celebrity so obviously becoming a hero would give you more attention.

Another reason was your sibling rivalry, you hated it so much when he would come home first place in a competition that you also participated in. You hated it when he was clearly better than you at something. Since both of your quirks were so 'flashy' and 'dangerous', you both were always competing against each other on who can use their quirk better.

When it was the day of the UA results, you both were equally nervous. Though neither of you tried to show it, acting as if you just know you are 100% going to get in.

Both of you were hoping for the other to get rejected. However, to both of your dismany, you both got in.

You're parents were over the moon of course, both their kids getting into a school like UA was what they called their biggest achievement.

You felt happy too, but in your stomach you felt this uneasy feeling knowing your brother was coming to UA with you. Katsuki felt the same.

You both knew how much more you would have to fight each other for the spotlight. Middle school would be nothing compared to UA.

Upon coming to UA, you both struggled a lot in your own ways. In the first few weeks, everyone thought you both were the strongest (and scariest) in the whole class. Which is good. You wanted it to be that way

Imagine sibling rivalry plus class rivalry. Him in 1A and you in 1B. Both of you the strongest in your classes, both you the scariest in your classes. Everytime you cross one another, the hardest glares were thrown at each other.

The sports festival ended up a mess. Why? Simple, the Bakugo twins.

You both managed to get through most of the festival without killing anyone but once it got to the one to one matches...

The final match was one that everyone was dying to see, the twins facing each other. Two people with the same quirk. Everyone wanted to know who would win, everyone wanted to know who was better. Who was the better twin.

Class 1a were cheering for Katsuki and class 1b were cheering for you because while this match was mostly to see who was the better twin, it would also determine who was the better class since they had the winner in their class.

The only person who thought this was bad as Deku. The kid you both bullied was the only one who could see past the competitiveness and realise that this would end in a disaster. That this was doing more harm than good. That if either one of you were to win the match then it would break the thin sibling bond you both had.

You both began attacking each other left and right, at one point no one could see anything with the amount of debris and smoke filling up the stadium. All they could hear were loud explosions echoing throughout the entire stadium.

Some time later, the staff had to send a teacher down there to try and see what was going on in the match. Immediately the teacher called the match off and another teacher came to break you both off.

Were you both siblings or enemies sent on an mission to kill the other? Trust me when I say the fight got so bad they had to call if off and just say it was a draw.

Both of you were covered in cuts, bruises and burn marks. By the time the adrenaline wore off, you both collapsed, unconscious on the floor.

They had to tie you both up and All might somehow managed to out the single 1st place gold medal around your necks.

Much to everyone's dismay, no one got to find out who was the 'better twin' or 'better class'.

So for the next few weeks, it was the same as always, trying to prove to everyone that you are better while sending death glares to your brother.

UA destroyed your relationship with your brother.

When you were younger, you both would at least play with each other, you both would hold hands and run around, chasing other kids, you both would still comfort each other when the other was sad, you both used to be each other's biggest supporters and now its all gone.

It all probably began to fade during middle school and now is completely gone in UA.

You saw each other as enemies and nothing more.

Well that's what you thought until your brother got kidnapped by the league of villains.

You could never forget how you felt your heart drop when you heard the news. You even forgot to breath for a few seconds. You scared yourself with how much you got scared of losing him.

So when Kirishma, who you recognised as Katsuki's best friend, came up to you, asking if you would help him and a few other students from 1a, get Katsuki back, you agreed.

When you met up with the group, you were the last one to come along since it took you a little longer to sneak out of the house, you saw the wide eyes they looked at you with, since they were so used to seeing you and Katsuki hate on each other every day.

"I do have a heart you know." you rolled your eyes at them. "Come on, lets hurry before that dimwit starts crying like a baby." you turned around and started walking away.

"Um.. Y/n.. We have to go that way-" A black haired girl spoke up.

You were all were successful with getting Katsuki back, you really wanted to hug him or something but you felt like you couldn't. You felt like it was wrong of you to even think about hugging him after everything you did to him. So on the way back, you didn't say anything. Even while watching All Might fight All For One on a screen, you kept your distance from him, walking next to the black haired girl instead.

The walk back home was silent. He walked ahead while you followed a few feet behind, usually you wouldn't let that slide, you would try to out walk him in some way but right now your mind was filled with so many thoughts.

You were so out of it that you ended up bumping into Katsuki's back when he stopped walking. He turned around and looked at you, a softer look on his face but still glaring at you.

"Why did you come with them?" He asked.

How do you even answer that? 'even though I wished for your death like you wished for mine, i still cared. I still didn't actually want to lose you.' or maybe 'why wouldn't I? I mean sure I hated your guts and hoped everything bad happened to you but I didn't actually mean it.'

You didn't even realise when tears began falling down your cheeks while thinking. Katsuki was shocked to say the least.

"I thought I would lose you..." You spoke out in the weakest voice Katsuki had ever heard you use.

Katsuki's hand lifted up to wipe your tears away but he hesitated. Can he do that? Really? After everything he did to you? He couldn't. So he turned back around.

"Idiot. As if some little villain would ever manage to kill me." You didn't miss how his voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, nor did you miss how he subtly tried to wipe away his own tears.

Maybe you didn't get to hug him like you used to when you were younger, but at least you now know there is a chance that maybe, just maybe, you could fix your relationship with your brother.

[reds-ultrakill-brainrot]

Hello!, I've been reading your works and i love how you depict each character, anddd I have a request for V1, V2, and Gabriel!

How would they handle a reader who is a bit more rough love (i.e; light punches, gentle shoves, snarky words but an undertone of 'hey i love you'), and tend to be a little more defensive, reason for it being.. anything you want it to be :D Also if its okay, could this be a 'read as platonic or romantic'?

Pumpkin, You're Gonna Kill Me

roughhousing reader headcanons (included; V1, V2, Gabriel)

x reader content (read platonic or romantic)

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V1 - it would take them a while to recognise your actions as affectionate, and would probably result in a bruise or two on your end (you tried punching a war machine, if anything that's your fault) - half of your snarky comments are going to be met by blank stares. while this isn't particularly productive for conversations, they like fucking with you in their own way. you never know if they are offended or if your joke flopped (it's neither, they're a little shit and abuse the fact they don't have facial features) - their genuine reaction to said comments is indifference, they aren't usually the type to be spurred on by words. if you say something with especially poor timing the most they are likely to do is to turn and give you a full body 'did you actually just say that' look - sparring will most likely become a common activity. it gives you a way to express affection in a way you're used to while giving V1 a chance to work on using only as much force as necessary. no weapons are involved on their end, but you would be free to use anything besides a gun (unless you're willing to be a blood donor) - while they were never designed with conflict management in mind (at least not the kind that doesn't involve bulllets) they aren't too bad at it. they will quickly recognise that you get defensive and give you space during conflict. quality time is usually how they comfort you, and if you're feeling particularly defensive and insecure they will offer a sparring session. they would never usually rig a fight in your favour, but giving you a few more chances to hit them usually helps cheer you up - after some time of them getting used to it rough contact will be returned, with less force to account for your squishy exterior. on the odd chance they shove you too hard or use too much force their wings will droop in an apology, that or they will give you a free shot to shove them as hard as you want - while they don't care as much about your defensiveness as some others might, it will still prompt conflict at times. if your ego or insecurity is keeping you from resolving conflict they won't give you a pass. they aren't entirely immune to negative comments, if you end up crossing a line or refusing to admit and accept your mistakes they will distance themself until you apologise V2 - they would probably match your energy, if not take it as a sign you want to spar. such aggresive physical contact is endearing to them, you could hardly hurt them even if you wanted to, so feel free to go all out

- i imagine surprise roughhousing would soon become commonplace, you full on tackling them out of nowhere with a "think fast". it's all fun and games until they do it to you, expect a couple bruises after that - any half-hearted snarky comments would be met with playful glares or a shove in return. despite their—at times—staggering ego, they aren’t particularly bothered by snide remarks, serious or not - the both of you would have a very similar way of expressing affection for eachother. while others would look on with mild shock as the both of you do your best middleschool bully impersonations, the both of you understand what lines you can and cannot cross - this would, however, backfire slightly in regards to emotional vulnerability and conflict. V2 can come off as cold or insensitive at the best of times, this is only worsened when one or the both of you are upset. they aren't particularly equipped for comfort, it will take a lot of effort on both of your parts to work through this, especiallly on V2's half - on a serious and slightly less healthy note, V2 would take advantage of your defensiveness. they know how to prod at you to provoke you. while they would normally have no reason to do so, i imagine if they are particularly annoyed at you they would fall back onto purposefully provoking you - similarly, apologies of any kind are going to be rare. a lot of your conflict resolution is going to boil down to leaving eachother alone for a while, before coming around again with an "are we cool?" Gabriel - it would take him by surprise at first. he isn't used to super casual interactions with other people yet alone anything boisterous. this will probably lead to a few miscommunications — him taking a few snarky comments as genuine insults. while he would come to understand this is how you express comfortability and closeness, he probably won't mimic or play along - even when he knows you don't really mean it, snarky comments will prompt dramatic reactions. such reactions will often be followed by a pause as he realises you weren't serious. he's embarrased every time he misses the joke, but a flustered Gabriel was most likely your goal anyway - the one time he tried to copy your behaviour he accidentaly punched you with much more force than he intended. you received one big ass bruise and a myriad of apologies afterwards - he will eventually become used to your behaviour - well, most of it. i doubt he'd ever get entirely used to that type of physical contact (light or not); he will always jump slightly if you shove or lightly punch him. he isn't scared or angered by any means, merely confused and slightly annoyed. he might understand your reasoning, but it just isn't how he acts, and as such there is always a level of disconnect - he would inevitably clash with your defensive reactions. he has a strong sense of justice and gets especially angered by lying in any form - white lies included. if you don't own up to your faults or mistakes he will be blunt about his disapproval. he won't let you get away with trying to save your ego, he'll expect you to fully apologise for any disrespectful behaviour, wether you see it as disrespectful or not - unlike the others he will eventually prompt you to explain why you act defensive. he wants to know it isn't prompted by anything he is doing. he wants you to feel comfortable with him, both physically and emotionally. he's happy to help you work on it, but most of the effort will still need to be on your end

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thank you very much for the request. as usual requests are always open - i'm thinking i might open up slots for short stories as well - but in the meantime i will take headcanons and music matches. thanks for reading

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

The slashers

(And Carrie please 😭)

With a albino child reader🤭‼️

Omg I don't know much about albinism sorry if I got something wrong or missed anything.

I shortened it because I'm not consistent.

Michael

Michael was stalking and then he saw you and thought you were a baby angel at first. Like seriously, you look so angelic!

Wanted to observe you more but then he realised that he's out for killing and then ran walked away.

A bit later when he's killed 3 people that he wonders why he didn't kill you. But whatever it was he wanted to see you again.

For a possibly-not-an-angel-and-just-an-odd-kid you sure as hell did act like an angel.

And then he started to feel protective over you. He distanced himself but that didn't work so he just dealt with this annoying feeling for now.

He saw a kid call you a mf chalk and then later he was also found cut out and dead like a chalk.

It was a sunny day where you tried to cover your eyes from the bright sun away from your sensitive eyes and your not so good wasn't helping at all.

You kept bumping into things when you bumped into a hard clothed big statue like legs which made a shade for your smaller body and you got a good look at your savior.

You were kinda creeped out since his gaze on you felt the exact watching ones you felt when you were outside or near a window but those eyes never meant harm or anything malicious towards you.

The figure then fastly walked away which was unknowingly the start of your new little friendship.

Sinclair brothers

They couldn't believe their eyes when they first saw you. You were just so... Different! In a good way! Wondered if you were just a pale kid who just bleached every hair on their body. Please forgive them they're new to this.

Bo again shows you off for tourist attraction but just in the shade, if you think he only likes you is because you can get the attention of people effectively he'll be very quick to dismiss those thoughts, of course he sees you more than that! That part is just for business. Don't think such silly thoughts again. Probably says shit like "don't run off and trip on the ground, it'll be a pain if your hair gets dirtied." but really it's just a dumb excuse to keep his paranoia away. He'll buy glasses for you if your eyesight is crazy poor.

Vincent also loves how you look. He's just in the corner like "wow I can't believe that beautiful child likes me." his cute little ass is in the basement and scribbling. Plays with your hair if you have any. He'd pick you up if you're having a hard time seeing, or covers you up on a bright day. He loves how you look but also hates the consequences you have to suffer with. He thinks you're very delicate because of these reasons and so comes mama Vincent, bo is around the corner no one can handle his mom energy yet.

Lester is sad that most of the time you can't go outside mostly because of your light sensitivity. But although the stars and the moon do look nice. Still tries to give you a good life though, he understands that you probably got looked at weirdly and doesn't want to make you feel that same way. Lester and Jonesy always have your back on this one. Random person bothering you? No problem Jonesy will get the pleasure of scaring the shit out of them maybe bite them idk depends. Maybe they're both mauling that person

Carrie

Was awestruck when she first saw you. Thought you kinda looked like her! And that you were an angel since you fit the description of one.

Would get confused if you said you get bullied. God people find reasons to bully someone for no reason.

She would definitely do something about it though, it would be very rude of her if she just let it continue.

Wouldn't go as far as killing but would scare them into never talking to you again. She might feel kinda bad but they deserved it.

Gives you old light coloured clothing as it goes well with you. Maybe you two can match!

Doesn't know what her mother will think of you so she keeps you hidden. She means no harm! She just wants to make sure she can be there for you.

[gatitties]

oo i'm glad that you do ! Then may i request him, Chifu, Baji ( seperated i guess ) with the Autistic ADHD reader thing ? Like reader is the Toman first division friend and also. Thank you

Secondly may i ask if requesting a similiar requests bothers you ?

─Ryusei, Chifuyu & Baji (separately) x autistic/adhd!reader

─Summary: your day to day with three big idiots and your little condition

─Warnings: none

Of course I don't mind, request whatever you want! ;)

Ryusei Satou

─ He probably met you while you were beating up some idiots who were bothering you.

─ You had many relaxation methods when your mind was overwhelmed in some situations, but that day you found your fists useful.

─ It's probably his fault that you're now in the first division of Toman, even if you don't like getting involved in physical fights at such a level, at least you had Ryusei covering your back.

─ He's not worried about your condition, they are just more reasons to play little jokes or make fun of you, if you have a habit of arranging objects in a certain position he will move them from one place just to annoy you.

─ Even though he brings you back to the real world when you start staying silent for too long, he knows it's not good to spend so much time lost in your mind.

─ Whenever he can, he makes jokes about your poor concentration.

─ He has one of these small sensory pieces on his key chain to lend you in case you feel too anxious or overloaded with the atmosphere of the place.

─ He likes to make fun of you because he's your friend, but if some other idiot with intent to offend you does it he'll beat them up before you know it.

─ He is the typical friend who will never show his feelings directly but who will always be there for whatever you need, instead of greeting you with a handshake or a hug, he hits you on the shoulder.

─ He will definitely laugh at you if you stumble on the street while your mind was wandering on different topics, also rest assured that he will have a folder full of videos of you saying a lot of nonsense in your moments of lucidity that make him cry with laughter.

Chifuyu Matsuno

─ You met him during classes, in his bully days, with his great pompadour.

─ He got mad at you because you simply commented out loud that his hair looked ugly like that, just your mouth ignoring your mind and letting your thoughts escape once more...

─ They punished you two for arguing in class and from there a beautiful friendship arose, he began to be your personal bully for those people who made fun of you for your condition, although he discovered that you didn't need anyone and offered you to join Toman with him.

─ He brings you back to your senses when you dissociate too much, he helps you most of the time with your concentration problems, he respects your little hobbies or routines a lot.

─ As if you needed to tidy up your desk a certain way and some idiot would mess it up to bother you (probably Ryusei) and he would rearrange it so you wouldn't be bothered by 'clutter'.

─ If you call at three in the morning because you just had a nervous breakdown or started to overthink a lot, Chifuyu will be there just five minutes later without hanging up the call.

─ If necessary he will call the reinforcements, that is, Peke J, to help you relax.

─ He will be patient when you can't express yourself correctly with words, don't stress about it, he can always find another way to understand you.

─ Which leads you both to create a small sign language that only both of you understand, can understand you with just a look, that and he began to notice your manias when you felt anxious or uncomfortable to get you out of the situation.

─ Type of friend you can count on for everything, good or bad, and with whom you spend more time in his house just for his pet.

Baji Keisuke

─ You were neighbors, at first he didn't like you because you seemed weird, but his mother forced him to hang out with you.

─ At first he was very hard on you, but as time went by the jokes or offensive comments decreased, he did a lot of research on your ADHD and how to deal with it, after all he had become fond of you.

─ He apologized for being an idiot, you forgave him because you were just children, although he continues to make fun of you, it's much more different.

─ Surely it was he who dragged you to be part of Toman, whether you like to fight or not, you were part of the first division next to him, you were also friends with Mikey so there was no discussion.

─ He'll definitely hit you with his rubber band when you start to disassociate, he'll slingshot it straight in your face, never misses.

─ You don't have enough with your intrusive thoughts and this idiot will drag you down the worst path to do all kinds of stupid things that float through your mind, he's like the devil on your shoulder.

─ He doesn't mind listening to how you ramble on different topics that you exchange from one minute to the next, twisting the conversation into a thousand other things.

─ Baji may not know how to write, but he is very astute when it comes to noticing things, he will get ofensive around other people if he notices your discomfort with them.

─ He will turn your house into a second 'sanctuary' for stray cats, you can't complain either because many times having kittens running around your room makes you relax, empty mind, only cute animals.

─ The typical friend who doesn't stop calling you 'bro' and makes you remember a specific greeting to greet you, although he won't say anything if you forget or change something in that handshake.

[qweerhet]

uncomfy with a post i am seeing by a nonamerican passed around uncritically by nonamericans that is criticizing us military apologism in the usamerican left (a fair and righteous critique)... by denying a form of child abuse exists???

so uh. just so everyone who has not attended an american public school (or has only been to public schools lucky enough to not have JROTC programs) knows. yes the ROTC grooms and abuses children, on a systemic and national level. the JROTC is usually present at elementary, middle, and high schools under an average income level, rural and urban both. yes the pipeline starts in elementary school.

ROTC officers target poor children and generally any children who are bullied or otherwise appear to be outsiders. they identify those children and follow them around school, even sometimes pulling them out of class for conversations, and intentionally try to form trusting individual relationships with the kids by buying them meals, giving them rides, buying them gifts like toys and clothes, etc. they'll act like school counselors to a large degree, encouraging kids to come to them with their emotional problems, and generally hyping up how if the kids just listen to them and join their program, all their problems will be solved and they'll find somewhere they belong. obviously this is all with the intention of getting them to join the JROTC, but they continue to have those relationships with program members ongoing.

ROTC officers that lead JROTC are known, socially at least, to be child abusers in the same way priests and boy scout leaders are--everyone has some idea of the power this infrastructurally-supported conservative-approved private relationship with vulnerable kids gives to the adults involved, and everyone knows there's a kind of conservative who goes into that field intentionally. if there's actual sex abuse scandals, the structure does a lot to cover them up (handshake with the vatican!), so i can't point to a lot of well-reported cases, but. It's there. Unspoken.

i am unclear on the status of whether or not they physically discipline children as a standard practice nationally, but i know it's happened in individual cases locally and been treated as normal. i wouldn't be surprised if that one was just dependent on whether or not "hitting kids" is popular among military conservatives in your locale or not.

anyway, obviously military training is abusive to put children through regardless of if you're hitting them or molesting them or not, so the baseline is still emotionally and physically abusing 8 year olds as an afterschool program. the JROTC also gives you a free ride to college if you go to one with an ROTC program so you really can get swept up in Literal Intentional Grooming for like a decade. i respect anyone who wants to explode every us soldier with bombs, as is their right as someone harmed by us imperialism, and i will not add this onto their post for that reason, but separately i would appreciate it if tumblr leftists did not assist the american military in normalizing and covering up massive systemic child abuse.

[spunsugarmusings]

Young Frankenstein: The Musical Starter Sentences

Starters from the Mel Brookes' hit musical Young Frankenstein. Change pronouns and tenses as necessary, and enjoy!

"What happened in that castle made our lives a living Hell!"

"We're the happiest town in town!"

"Hold the happiness!"

"Please, do I look like the kind of madman who'd prowl around graveyards, digging up freshly buried corpses?"

"I don't indulge in hijinks or tomfoolery!"

"I live for truth and reason, that's the reason I exist!"

"Hearts and lungs are simply tinker toys when stacked against the brain!"

"His reflexes have no freedom to react when I mistreat him."

"Those naughty thoughts are fine with me as long as they stay locked away in your imagination."

"You can savage me and ravage me; I care not what you do."

"Oh everybody look! How unique. They're not touching."

"Please keep your hands off these."

"It'll be like old time, you and me, right up there with the world's greatest pairs!"

"We've only met in a dream!"

"Up until now it's been the worst time, but now that you're here, we're a team!"

"What good is a stooge if he ain't got a boss?"

"I'm very high spirited, doctor. I hope you won't hold it against me."

"So, have you thought of any ways you could use me?"

"Nothing's better than a hayride, underneath the sun."

"There! There wolves!"

"There wolves, there castle!"

"Don't risk my curse, it could be worse!"

"Join the family business, learn the family trade!"

"Make yourself a monster, and make the world afraid!"

"Follow in our footsteps and you'll earn eternal fame!"

"As you know, predestination, from the day of your creation has determined you vocation, that's a fact!"

"Just relax, create a serum; come up with a brilliant theorum!"

"This is one position that you never can decline!"

"Love dances in on a whim."

"He was a bully and a brute, he was as crazy as a coot!"

"He was my boyfriend!"

"He always treated me like dirt!"

"But I was happy to be hurt!"

"I was an innocent young lamb, and he was a dirty old goat."

"He was the one I gave my heart to, but we were never wed, even so."

"If I'd mention wedlock, he put me in a headlock!"

"When I asked to be his wife, he stabbed me with a kitchen knife!"

"Where did all the good times go?!"

"If he had an angry fit, I was the first thing that he hit! But I didn't give a shit!"

"So, now we hurl the gauntlet of science into the frightful face of death itself."

"Death has ruled without question."

"Tear the night asunder, cast your light upon the dark!"

"Give my creature life!"

"We're considered both a Death and a Tourist Trap."

"Rich and poor are all soft-shoeing it in hotels or huts!"

"Even dogs are also doing it, pedigrees and mutts!"

"Do the Transylvania Mania!"

"Catch the monster before he strikes again!"

"Hello heartaches, goodbye kvellings."

"Let's forget about thinking, thinking's never smart."

"Flush your brain right down the drain, and listen to your heart!"

"Lose your mind, 'cause love is blind, and listen to your heart!"

"You'll find such bliss in the kissin' you're missin'."

"Intellectuals are ineffectuals when it comes to making love."

"Don't resist cupid's dart."

"Everybody loves to get a surprise."

"It all can change, if your fates arrange a nice surprise for you."

"There’s nothing like a wonderful surprise!"

"Here’s what we advise, never bother people with a surprise!"

"It's been so long since I felt the touch of someone's hand."

"Oh, Lord, let's face it, we're talkin' LONELY here!"

"You don't know your left from your right."

"You'll be the greatest creation of man since the invention of fire!"

"You'll be cheered, never feared evermore!"

"You know, until now my life has been nothing but a meaningless world of silly parties."

"Again? Oh, you're incouragable, aren't you?"

"We will take a hay ride when we're on our honeymoon!"

"Even monsters fall in love!"

[mrsarnasdelicious]

A Long Long Time Back [MMA Fighter!Sihtric]

"Oh My Gods, Y/N, is that you?"

Your High School Graduate Class has a reunion in the local pub and you are immensely regretting going. It is far too crowded and the people who bullied you barely changed. You're about to go home when you hear a familiar voice call out to you.

"Sihtric, Sihtric Kjartansen?" You turn to him. You haven't seen him in the flesh in a good few years. He's the only one you stayed in touch with after graduation. Though once Sihtric rolled into the MMA world, you slipped out of each other's life, too.

Nowadays you only see him on tellie.

"Hey pretty woman, how have you been?" He asks, coming up to you in a slight hurry. He looks absolutely fabulous in ripped skinny jeans and a crisp white button up. He isn't even trying, yet he is so ridiculously attractive. You fluster a little. "I'm okay, what about you?" You ask. "Fabulous now that I see you." He grins. You flush a little.

You have always fancied Sihtric.

He's more stunning now than he ever was. One of his ears has a small gauge in it and the other has a ring through the cartilage. He's got more tattoos than you remember, too. And his hair is long again, but you knew that. Every time you see him on tellie, he's got it braided like he's a viking warrior. His fans even call him The Dane. Which is a mild irony. Sihtric's dad was born in Denmark, but Sihtric's always had a bad relationship with him. Even though Kjartan is the whole reason Sihtric got into fighting anyway.

"How have you been?" He asks. "Good." You say breathlessly. It is like he sucks up all the air in the room, he is just so stunning. "Really?" He asks. "Yeah, really. What about you?" You smile. Sihtric grins back at you. "I've been busy, but very good, too." He replies.

"I've seen your fights, on tellie." You tell him. "Oh, awesome, do you like em?" He asks. You shrug and blush a little. "I do, but I also don't." You confess. Sihtric tilts his head, his eyes twinkling. "Oh?" He murmurs. "I don't ... I don't like seeing you hurt." You reply. Sihtric chuckles warmly. "Awe, still looking out for my poor hide, huh?" He teases.

"Old habbits die hard..." You flush. "They don't need to die.." Sihtric murmurs. His eyes cast to your lips. His pupils are rather dilated. "S-Sihtric.." You whisper. "Yeah..." He mumbles. He swallows audibly. His eyes don't leave your lips.

"Gods..." He mutters. He is flustering too. "I really want to kiss you." He speaks as though he's talking more to himself than to you. And he sounds ever so slightly out of breath.

"Sihtric..." You mumble again.

Slowly he tears his eyes away from your mouth.

He cups your face with one huge hand and you lean into his touch. "Gods, you are so beautiful. You already were, but you are stunning now." He rumbles. "Oh Sihtric." You whisper. "No no, no protests, darling." Sihtric leans in. You close your eyes, trembling in anticipation. Sihtric closes the distance. His lips are warm and soft against yours as he kisses you. You heave a soft sigh and kiss him back eagerly.

You rake your fingers through his hair and Sihtric grabs you by the hips.

Though you pull him off after a few minutes. "Not here." You whisper. Sihtric groans softly. "Why not?" He huffs. "We're in public." You whisper. "I don't give a shit, I have waited for this moment for so long." Sihtric replies. "Wh-what?" You can't believe your ears. Sihtric leans in to renew the kiss. But you put your hand against his chest and hold him at bay. Sihtric takes a deep breath. "Please, please beautiful. I want you. I have always wanted you." He whispers.

Your heart is racing as you take in his words.

"Always?" You ask. Sihtric nods. "Yeah. I've been crazy about you ever since I can remember." He replies. "Truly?" You whisper. He nods again.

He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you to the restroom.

There is an alcove between the gents and ladies. You and Sihtric fit in it perfectly.

Sihtric is on you at once, kissing you fiercely. You can't help a few moans from rising from your throat. Sihtric moans right back at you. His hands crawl at your hips and you pull lightly on his hair. His body presses against yours firmly and you feel enveloped by his scent. He smells so fucking good!

"I want you, too." You whisper. Sihtric grins against your lips. "That is all I need to hear." He replies.

He grinds slowly against you. You can feel his erection through the cloth of his trousers and the thin denim of your skinny jeans. "Oh Gods, Sihtric." You whine. "Fuck, you turn me on so much." He groans. "I can feel that." You tease. "I want to feel you, too." Sihtric whispers. His fingers fiddle with the buttons of your jeans. You push his hand away, though. "Not here." You tell him softly. "Please... fuck baby, please. I wana feel you." Sihtric whines. "I want to feel how wet you are for me." He leans closer to kiss your neck. You moan sweetly. "Please, please baby." He mur murs.

You drag your nails over his scalp. Sihtric moans loudly. You make a soft sushing sound. "I don't want to get caught." You cooe. "Not? Why not give everyone a show?" Sihtric teases. But he pulls away. "Hmm, no, I'd rather be only yours." You reply. "That sounds like a good option, too." He chuckles.

He gives you another soft kiss and then takes your hand.

"Come home with me." He murmurs. "Asbolutely." You don't need to think twice. It is all you have ever wanted. He is all you have ever wanted. No matter how many other men you met and the other people you dated. You have always felt so deeply about Sihtric. He has always been the one for you. And knowing now that you have always been the one for him makes you want to waste no more time.

Sihtric pulls you out of the pub without any further ado.

You get into his tiny ford and he drives to his place.

He lives modestly, considering he makes bank with beating other people to a pulp and getting hit himself quite often, too. "I hate cleaning." He explains, as he unlocks the front door and holds it for you. "I could clean for you. Or you could hire a maid." You walk past him, kicking off your shoes. Sihtric shurgs, shutting the door and toeing out off his beat up converse.

"I'm fine the way it is." He says gently.

"So I am not moving in?" You tease. Sihtric grins and pushes you up against the door. "Don't tempt me." He says. "Why not?" You cooe. "Fuck baby. I am never going to let you leave." Sihtric growls, before he dives in for another kiss. You moan in delight.

You make out against the front door for a good while. Sihtric grinds against you, moaning into your mouth. You have one leg around his hip, your pelvis tilted perfectly against his. It feels so good.

"I want you in my bed, now." Sihtric growls. "That sounds great." You cooe. But you pull him into another kiss. He moans into your mouth, his tongue rubbing against yours. He grabs you by the hips and slowly pulls you away from the door. You whine softly as he breaks the kiss. Your tongue misses his already.

Sihtric takes you by the hand and pulls you up the stairs to his bedroom.

You make a beeline for his bed. "So eager." Sihtric chuckles, following after you. "Can you blame me." You ask, flopping down on his bed. "Oh hell." Sihtric grins. He climbs on top of you and kisses you fiercely. You can taste his passion.

He breaks the kiss and his mouth wanders into your neck. His lips are warm and supple against your skin. You moan sweetly, your fingers rushing through his hair again. "Hmmm fuck baby, I bet you'll look so great riding my cock." Sihtric groans. He sucks a hickey onto your skin. "Oh Gods." You moan eagerly. "I love the sounds you make." He growls. "I got so many more of those." You purr. "Yes please." Sihtric nips at the lobe of your ear. "Ah!" You moan again.

"You smell so good here." He presses his nose into the nape of your neck. You run your nails along his scalp and press yourself firmly against him. "Fuck, I want you bad." Sihtric grunts. "Let's take it slow." You whisper. "I don't know if I can." He replies. "Yes you can, I know we can explore each other slowly." You purr. Sihtric grins against your skin. "You have such faith in me." He murmurs. "I always have." You say sweetly. "Thank you." Sihtric mumbles.

His hand slips under your shirt, caressing the skin just above the rim of your jeans. You have a soft sigh. The tips of his fingers are rough and soft at the same time, calloused yet gentle.

"I am so in love with you. I always have been." Sihtric murmurs, nuzzling your jaw, before kissing a path down to your collarbone. "And I with you." You reply. "That is all I have ever wanted to hear. That, and those amazing moans." Sihtric murmurs. He nips at your collarbone and then goes back to your neck, the other side this time. You moan loudly for him. "Fuck yeah baby." Sihtric grunts. He licks up your jaw and sucks the lobe of your ear. You whine and pull at his shirt. "Want it off?" Sihtric teases. His breath ghosts over your damp flesh and you shudder at the pleasure of it. "Yes please." You whisper.

Sihtric sits upright and pulls his shirt up over his head.

He is so amazingly well built. He's so perfect.

You run your hands all over his torso. "Gods..." You whisper. Sihtric closes his eyes and drinks in your ministrations. "You feel so good." He murmurs. "Just wait until you are inside me." You tease. "Fuck yeah." He hisses. "I am sure you will feel so fucking good. So warm and so wet on my cock. And you're so horny that your inner walls will be so swollen, you'll feel all tight." He growls. "Bet I'll be." You agree, thumbing his nipples. Sihtric closes his eyes to enjoy the ministration.

He rocks his pelvis against yours. "Gods, you are so hard." You mutter. Sihtric nods, mouth slightly agape. "All for you baby." He murmurs. "Only for me?" You cooe. Sihtric nods again, eagerly. "Take off your trousers, please." You cooe. "Y-yeah." Sihtric slips out of bed and takes off his trousers. You can only oggle him. He is just so incredibly stunning.

"Gods, I am so lucky." You whisper. "I am too." Sihtric comes back to the bed and begins helping you out of your shirt. His gaze casts to your lace bralette and he groans softly. "You are so gorgeous." He whispers. You pull him into another kiss. Sihtric moans against your lips and his tongue licks into your tongue again. You both moan eagerly and Sihtric shoves his pelvis against yours again. "I need you." He growls into your mouth. His fingers fiddle with the buttons of your jeans. "Y-yeah.. do it. Take me." You moan breathlessly.

Sihtric scoots backwards, pulling down your jeans. Your panties come right along. He groans huskily. "You look good enough to eat." He growls.

And he does just that, diving between your thighs.

His mouth seals over your petals, tongue thrusting between them. "Gah!" You cry out, taken completely by surprise. Sihtric groans in reply and at the taste of you. His tongue thrusts slow into you and you whimper. He moans and fucks you slowly with his tongue. It feels incredibly good. "M-more." You moan. Sihtric obliged, sucking down on your clit. You cry out in utter pleasure. Sihtric is so good at this. He knows exactly how much pressure to use and at what speed to touch you.

You have never been eaten out so good.

Sihtric alternates between licking your clit, sucking on it and fucking you on his tongue. It is too good to be true, but it keeps you away from the edge. Your climax builds at the bottom of your spine, but the way Sihtric works you keeps it out of your reach.

"I need to cum." You whine.

Sihtric switches to sucking down on your clit at once and shoves his fingers, two thick digits, into your wet, wanting core. You squeal in pleasure. Slowly he fucks you with his fingers. Your muscles begin tensing. Finally your orgasm is closing in on you.

You card your fingers into his hair and push him a little closer against you. Sihtric groans hoarsely. He's rutting slowly against the bed, but you barely register anything beyond his mouth and his fingers. But then he slips his hand upward over your stomach, pulling one breast free from your bralette. He tugs are your nipple, rubbing and twisting.

It is the final push you need.

You cum all over his fingers, your inner walls contracting and your hands and feet feeling like they are on fire. You doubt you have ever cum this hard before.

Sihtric pulls his fingers swiftly free from you. You whine at the loss. "Gods, I need to fuck you, now." He grunts, tossing the rest of his clothes out of bed. "Yes, fuck, do it." You hiss. He lines himself up in a bit of a hurry. He rubs the head of his cock against your folds. A slight groan tumbles from his lips and you can hear the desperation in him. You open your legs a little wider and Sihtric pushes forward. First he breaches your folds and then your core. You moan in delight. "F-fuck yeah." Sihtric grunts.

He pushes on, inch by slow inch. You tilt your pelvis, to give him a better angle.

"Gods, you feel so good, so warm and so wet." Sihtric whispers. "You fit perfectly." You reply. He grins boyishly down on you. He bottoms out, groaning deliciously. "Fuck, the sounds of you." You moan loudly. "The feeling of you on my cock." Sihtric replies. "It's so good." You agree.

He fucks you slowly at first, savouring every little detail about your cunt welcoming him deep inside. You fit like two pieces in a puzzle. Like he was meant for you. "Perfect." You whisper. "Yes." Sihtric agrees.

He picks up speed, slamming into you. He groans with every thrust. "Yes, yes, oooh fuck!" You moan. It feels so good to be fucked in such a needy, primal way. You have not been fucked this good in what seems like years. Maybe you have never been fucked with such desire before. Maybe it has always been Sihtric.

He shoves his hand between your entwined bodies, to rub at your clit. You cry out in pleasure. "Oh baby, cum on my cock." Sihtric moans, his voice urgent and needy. "I want to feel you milk my cock." He moans, rolling his hips expertly, so the head of his cock brushes your g-spot. You moan again, louder still. "More baby! More!" You whine. "I will give you all." Sihtric grunts.

He leans in to bite at your nipples and suck hickies onto the flesh of your breasts. He pinches your clit ever so carefully and sends you tumbling over the edge. Lightning strikes down your spine and your inner walls contract on his cock. You moan loudly, feeling as though fire consued your extremities and the pit of your belly.

"Oh fuck, you're milking my cock." Sihtric groans. "Ah yes, cum in me." You whine. "Holy shit." Sihtric swears.

It takes him a good few more strokes before his hips start stuttering and his balls draw up to his body. "I-I'm cumming." He moans, his voice desperate and hoarse. "Yes, yes, fill me up." You encourage him. With a loud groan, Sihtric spends himself inside you.

"Fuck, that was good." You pant. "Better than anyone I've had before." Sihtric agrees, before kissing you fiercely. You moan sweetly and kiss him back.

Only once he is fully flaccid, Sihtric pulls out. He lays down next to you.

"You know there is no getting rid of me now, right?" He smirks. "Same goes for me." You reply. He turns to face you and kisses you deeply once more.

[ramu-ego]

Helloo it's Ness anon again :)

I was thinking about Ness getting off by humping your pillow and sniffing your panties, he also humps your pillow just like how you make him so do it when you're around ♡

(nsfw) SHOW ME :: xfemdom!Reader

alright bullying Ness is growing on me ngl ♡ - requests open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, exhibition themes, scent kink, pillow humping, masturbation, mild humiliation kink, unedited word count: drabble character(s): Alexis Ness

"Alright, show me."

You weren't lying either. Panties dangling on one finger in his face as you stood above him with your other hand on your hip. Ness knelt over the pillow in a joking manner when he'd off handedly mentioned he used it to jerk off. Big eyes staring up at your behind his mop of curly hair. He'd said it. He just hadn't expected you to put him to the test like this.

"Show me." You insisted again tapping your foot and dangling your panties closer to his face, "You're already this hard and these are almost clean panties." A wink and his face grew redder, "Almost clean, of course."

"I can't- Just- And showing you-" Ness fumbled, tripped and grabbed at a reason to not go through with it. Harmless foolishness now had him throbbing in his boxers. Visible tent growing between his legs as he caught a whiff of your panties. The mouth watering scent of your dried juices on the crotch of your panties. Ones he knew spent half the day rubbing against your slit. Now within arms reach for him to have.

"You can have em," You draped the fabric over his face so Ness's cute innocent look was obscured by the lewd notion of panties across his blushing face, "As long as you let me see you cum."

It was a deal he couldn't pass up. Stupid if he did in fact. The second you laid the strong scent of your panties on his face there was no other choice. He wanted them for himself.

Scrambling to get himself free of his boxers. Only a button standing in the way of his aching cock and the cool face of the pillow. Ness pushed the fabric slit down around the base of his aching cock. Not even touched. Only temped with your panties. His cock head purple and begging for attention. Ness groaned the first time he drew his fingers down his shaft and tapped himself against the cold fabric of the pillow. A quick reprimand by you above him. Reminding him that you wanted to see him use the pillow, not just jerk off.

Feeling the flush coolness of the pillow finally touch the underside of his aching cock. Ness groaning into the panties across his face. He finally reached up and mashed them more into his nose. Eyes fluttering behind his bangs when the scent of your cunt filled his senses. Immediately feeling the need to run his tongue along the inner part of your panties. Tasting the tang of your juices and rutting his hips into the pillow under him.

Consumed quickly by the addition of your panties on his face and his nose being buried into it each passing second. Ness utterly refusing to take them off his face as his hips kept rutting into the pillow. Cushiony sides from the feathery pillow engulfing his cock when his thighs began to squeeze together. Sandwiching his length in the smooth fabric Ness couldn't control himself like he'd anticipated. Between the lewdness of your panties now mashed into his nose and his tongue gliding over the dirtiest parts. And your eyes on him and you watching him like a hawk. Ness had no idea this would have ever been so much fun.

"My god look at you-" You voice, mocking and playful, snapped him from his haze. Giggling behind your hand looking down your nose at the man fucking a pillow at your feet clearly on the edge of loosing it, "You fucking little perv. Sucking on my panties was enough to make you fuck a pillow??"

"N-No-" Ness tried to deny it. Though fighting with you over it made him throb all that much harder. Barely able to keep his eyes open, sucking on the spit soaked crotch of your panties and fucking the pillow with the only friction on his poor cock. Your words kept coming and Ness tried to deny every last one of them. The accusations of his depraved lewdness were true though. He'd never wanted to cum so badly in his life.

"Aww look the little freaks going to cum on his pillow like a perv-"

Ness didn't even have the voice to defy you. His stomach felt like a rushing wave hit him and before he knew it you were right. Cum spilling over the surface of the pristine white fabric. Watery ropes of cum shooting as far as the edge of the crumbled pillow and rolling off it's cotton surface before getting a chance to soak in. Cum that dribbled off the pillow as he came was only half of it. The rest pooling around his tip. Soaking slowly into the fabric of the pillow case. Ness riding out his own orgasm gasping with your panties half in his mouth as he tried to suck on them but just couldn't focus. Helplessly fucking his tiny pool of cum on the surface of the pillow as he milked every last drop of his own cum out of him. Giving up finally when he had nothing else in him and his legs gave out under him. Leaving him sitting on his cum stained pillow as his cock throbbed from the after shock of such an orgasm.

Picking your now wet panties off the degenerates face. You barely had to worry about the half lidded idiot kneeling before you. Ness trying to catch his breath with his cummy pillow between his legs. You smile and wad up the crotch of your own panties before dipping them back into your pants. Dragging the spit soaked fabric up your slit before tossing it back on his face. The snail trail from your own juices prominent on the part he'd been sucking on when he came. Ness scrambled to get the freshly dirtied part of your panties to himself and not rubbing anywhere else. Leaving you to wink and tell him that maybe next time he can just taste it fresh from the source. That was, if he had any more fun secrets to tell you about.

[ur-frndly-neighborhood-memer1]

THE REAL REASON WHY PEOPLE LOVE DRACO MALFOY!

Man! I can swear that if these toxic Harry Potter fans were old enough to read A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones) they would totally worship Joffrey Baratheon :D

Imagine being a young girl, reading a fantasy book and then you're introduced to a bad boy who has blonde hair and grey eyes. So you're likely to portray him like this on your mind:

Yeah, he is a bully, just like all dreamy Wattpad boys. So he is totally a boyfriend material for the main girl of the story. Like, if Wattpad has Vini Uehara, Harry Potter fandom has Draco Malfoy!

Yeah yeah, the boy might be racist and constantly despising people for their blood status, and yeah, he might be insulting and abusing them as well, and also proudly follows a racist terrorist who is trying to commit genocide…

But it's all because Draco's dad was bad :(

It's not his fault that his abusive daddy (even though we have never seen him abusing his son) and mean mommy (even though she clearly loved him sm) raised him this way! Stop blaming the victim you heartless jerks!😡🤬

LOOK AT THIS POOR, ABUSED BABY!

That's why fandom is thirsty for- sorry, I mean rooting for Draco Malfoy.

ThE bOy WhO hAd No ChOiCe!!!

(More like "the boy who had plenty of choices but he chose the bad with his own freewill" but anyhoo)

Oh also, Draco is supposed to be much more handsome than Harry and Ron even though there was only 1 or 2 people who fancied him while there was at least a dozen of girls who fangirled Harry and blah blah blah…

So, the hottie- sorry, I mean Draco definitely looked like Sean O'Pry even though his appearance wasn't described as attractive or particularly good looking but whatever…

(Certainly not unrealistic and romanticized Draco arts, right? :)

Lastly, it was totally Draco who should have been with Hermione, not loser- sorry, I mean Ron😒

Hermione is a good girl, and therefore it's her duty to redeem Draco. Why? Duh! Because that's how all spicy Wattpad love tropes work!😏

The kind-hearted main girl has to sacrifice her own psychological wellbeing and emotional needs in order to “fix" the bad boy. It's the single most important responsibility of Watty girls after all😂

But hold up there! Draco wasn't actually bad because he was HaNdSoMe!!!!! Okayyy?

Being the Leonardo DiCaprio of Harry Potter universe is Draco's redeeming quality. That's why he deserved Hermione more than Ron or anyone else😌

And of course, Hermione is a mindless object who can't have her own decides. So fandom totally has every right to question/criticize her love interests, right?

As the main girl, Hermione is supposed to choose the rich and charismatic bad boy, not the poor but the funny, kind and caring boy who always tries to make her happy and keep her safe.

Because this is how cliche love stories go...

And this is why some bipolar fools simp Draco Malfoy so much even though he didn't display any clear signs of kindness or compassion.

So my short answer why some toxic fans are so into Malfoy is likely because of their interest in "Alfa Men" (we can simply diagnose them with Stockholm syndrome lol)