#spark notes killing the queue

[sparknoteslitmemes]

[writeriguess]

Hiyaa!!!

I'm so so so glad that you're back! I wish you the best and hope you have the perfect time writing and enjoying this🥰

Since you said you got your old requests deleted I guess I'll send mine again XD

I had sorta of a specific request afab!reader x Bakugo first time (nsfw)? Reader and Bakugo known each other since middle school and hated each other's guts but then in the first year of ua thing start to change... Like a enemies to friends to lovers thingy And they confess to each other a day before the final war now it's several months after that and when Bakugo takes reader for hiking on the weekend but then end up having their first time in the hot springs?

I hope it's not too much XD

Thank you!✨❤️

author's note: I remember writing this request before and feeling proud of it, but unfortunately, I cleared my entire queue of over 40 fics when the plagiarism issue surfaced. It's been quite a while since I last wrote NSFW content, so I need to practice again. I apologize in advance if the smut scene ends up being a bit brief.

From Sparks

The crunch of boots against gravel echoed through the serene mountains as Bakugo Katsuki led the way up the hiking trail. The midday sun filtered through the canopy of towering trees, casting golden patches of light on the forest floor. Behind him, you followed, your breath hitching slightly from the climb.

The crisp mountain air filled your lungs as you adjusted the strap of your backpack, keeping your gaze on Bakugo's broad back. The way his shoulders flexed under his tank top with every step he took distracted you from the ache in your legs. He glanced over his shoulder, the usual fiery determination in his crimson eyes softened by a rare smirk.

"Keep up, slowpoke," he teased, his voice playful but laced with the competitive edge you’d grown to expect from him.

“Maybe if you weren’t trying to kill me with this climb,” you shot back, feigning annoyance. “You know, not everyone has the stamina of a hero like you.”

He huffed out a laugh, slowing his pace slightly. “Didn’t think you’d wanna quit on me, considering how much you run your mouth.”

The banter felt natural, a sign of how far the two of you had come since those middle school days filled with endless bickering. Back then, you couldn’t stand each other, always butting heads over the smallest things. Now, years later, things were different. The bond forged through shared battles and late-night confessions made your relationship unshakable.

When you finally reached the summit, Bakugo stopped abruptly, turning to face you as you caught up. His face was flushed, either from the climb or the way his eyes lingered on you. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at you with an expression that made your heart race.

“This way,” he said gruffly, jerking his thumb toward a path off the main trail. You followed, curious as to where he was leading you.

The sound of running water reached your ears before you saw it—a hidden hot spring tucked away behind a cluster of rocks. Steam rose from the clear, inviting water, curling in the cool mountain air like a beckoning promise.

“You planned this?” you asked, your voice tinged with surprise and delight.

Bakugo shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Figured you could use some downtime. We both could.”

Without waiting for a response, he began peeling off his boots and shirt, leaving you frozen in place. His sculpted physique was on full display, every scar and muscle a testament to the life he led.

“You coming or what?” he called over his shoulder, his smirk returning.

Your heart hammered as you quickly removed your shoes and outer layers, stepping into the warm water. It enveloped you like a soothing embrace, but the proximity of Bakugo, now sitting beside you with the water lapping at his chest, set your nerves alight.

The conversation dwindled, replaced by a comfortable silence as the two of you soaked in the tranquil atmosphere. His hand brushed against yours beneath the surface, tentative at first, but when you didn’t pull away, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Katsuki…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, but he cut you off with a gentle tug, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap.

“Shut up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. His hands settled on your hips, steadying you. “Just… let me do this.”

His lips crashed into yours, a mixture of urgency and tenderness that stole your breath away. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the heat of his touch and the sound of your racing heart.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hardness pressing against your swollen pussy lips, and you couldn't help but moan. Katsuki smirked, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. His usual brash confidence was softened by something more intimate, more vulnerable—a rare glimpse of the man beneath the hero.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, carrying the weight of emotions he rarely expressed. His hands tightened on your hips, grounding you as his forehead pressed against yours.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. You couldn’t imagine a better place to be than here with him, sharing something you had never dared to hope for.

You let out a soft whimper when he entered you, his cock filling you completely. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you rocked against him, taking him deeper. His hips snapped upward, driving his length even further inside you.

Katsuki let out a low growl, his teeth grazing your neck. Your skin prickled with anticipation, heightening every sensation. Pleasure coiled deep within you, building with each thrust until you couldn't hold back any longer.

Your release washed over you like a wave, the rush of emotions and physical sensations threatening to drown you. Bakugo followed shortly after, his body tensing as he came.

When your breathing finally returned to normal, he pulled back, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked, his tone soft despite the edge of frustration in his words.

"I could ask you the same question," you replied, giving him a smile that left no doubt about your feelings.

Katsuki chuckled, shaking his head. "Guess we're both fucked."

His kiss was softer this time, a promise of things to come. You didn't know where the two of you were headed, but whatever happened, you knew it would be worth it.

Feel free to request <3

[1nsan1tysan1ty]

Tim AU where he’s dead as hell

Tim Drake died at age 10 while chasing Batman. Tim Drake dies to a gunshot wound to the abdomen from a bullet gone astray (that goon can honestly die with him cause that was such a bitch move).

He wakes up at home, cold and alone. He blinks, confused. He doesn’t feel dead although he’s…cold. His camera is still hanging off his neck and the high ceilings of the Drake manor offer no explanation.

“Okay,” Tim says, “okay.”

He stands up, head dizzy and body aching. His abdomen in particular hurts quite a bit and when he pulled his shirt up, there was a circular shaped scar. It was rigid and a little red on the edges.

Tim, being a ten year old, simply shrugged and went about his day. He continued school even though the people around him ignored him. He still did his work and the confused look on his teachers face was always a little weird.

And after a week break, Tim leaves the house to stalk the bats again. He finds that when he hides in the shadows (he learned from watching the bats do this) he basically disappears. Like, literally disappears! It makes snapping these pictures so much easier!

Then, the day his parents return from their dig, Tim is very startled the weirdness of his parents. They’re sniffly and just barely holding it together. They keep ignoring Tim when he tries to ask what’s wrong too!!

And suddenly, when there’s a gala held in his own name and the whispers of condolences, does he realize what’s happing.

“Okay. I’m…dead,” he nods as he stares at his sobbing mother, “dead-dead.”

Tims eyes wander to Mr. Wayne and watches as the man frowns and tries to comfort his grieving mother. It’s a bitter sight.

///cutaway segment where I yap///

Now, I’d assume that Tim is…a little numb. He accepts being dead weirdly well and just decides to live as normally as possible(he’s in denial). This time, he pretends he’s alive but he doesn’t actually interact with living beings and their world.

Okay, here’s a new thing

Because Tim is dead, he can wander Gotham with zero issues and thus, starts spying and listening in on rouges. He captures photos still(of course) and suddenly, he stumbles upon a big plan that would kill literally everyone. It’s set to happen in, let’s say, a year from when he finds out

Queue Tim finally deciding to do something that could actually help ppl. He prints the pictures he took(how? I’m not sure. He’s just built different I guess) and he starts leaving them in Batman’s, Nightwings, and Robins patrol routes.

One day, Tim just goes “fuck it” and shows up to the manor. He hides in the shadows and subconsciously allows himself to blend in with them. He’s nervous okay??

Dick is walking down the corridor, photograph in hand and Tim is just so excited! He’s also worried and stressed and dead which he totally forgot about. He scares the shit out of Dick which in turn scares the shit out of Tim and he scurries into the shadows again.

Later, Dick tells the others about the encounter

“Its eyes were glowing pure white!! With really sharp teeth and holy shit—“

“Language.”

“—and holy cow it was terrifying!!”

While Tim is a little sad that Dick(his Robin!!) called Tim, a 10(11?) year old, scary, it does spark a new idea.

Thus, Tim decides to play into the exaggerated narrative Dick had set in motion. The shadows like him and play along with his trickery. He leads the bats with glowing, blinking eyes and soft whispers.

And finally, three days before Gotham is to be exploded, Bruce figures it out and the Batfam save the day.

Happy ending! Yay!

Tim probably haunts them and because he’s been dead for so long (and as a child), he literally doesn’t know how to live anymore.

The bats have to coax him out of his cryptid, lurker like mindset and now they have 10(is he 11? 12? Maybe 15 now?) year old Tim Drake whose now permanently family.

End lol

Note:

This was VERY rushed and just an idea I had to write down

If anyone would like to expand their thoughts or ad don pls do!! Comment or reblog or whatever lol

I would highly appreciate it!!

[the-s1lly-corner]

sees asks open begging for alphabet requests

PROFIT! /lh (im gonna be sending in so many of these im sorry in advance)

angst alphabet... misery, wounded, and zestless prompts with razzle & dazzle (dandy's world)

M, W, Z w/ Razzle and Dazzle (angst alphabet)

youre all good! i needed the extra asks to fill the queue to get it rolling FVPMPFVMPELMPBLM plus id hate to barrage everyone with several days of non request posts FSMVMVF prompts: misery, wounded, zestless notes: gn toon reader, divided into two parts for each of them theyre the only exception to the one character rule/lh, misery and wounded are the only ones explicitly taking place post game, wounded is the only prompt shared rather than separated since... same body cws: mentions of death and loss, injury

RAZZLE

MISERY

he... tries not to let him shatter him. of course it hurts. of course hes grieving, but he knows you wouldnt want him to sink down into his feelings when theres work to be done to keep everyone else safe

on top of that, he feels a strong sense to be there for his brother. dazzle already has a tendency for... well... you know... and he wants to do his best to keep his brother from spiraling out of control

outside of speaking to dazzle about it to sort out tough feelings he might just internalize it and put on a happy-ish face in front of the other toons to keep them from worrying too much

ZESTLESS

he tries and he tries hard to find the spark again. he doesnt want to give up on you, even if the relationship has run its course and itd be better if the two... three... of you split

it gets even harder if hes the only one who lost feelings, and dazzle still has them. it wouldnt be fair to demand dazzle break up with you too. but its so awkward hanging around an ex... at least for a while, he wouldnt kill a friendship over this---- and vise versa if dazzle was the one who lost interest

he doesnt want to bring it up out of fear that saying it out loud would make everything fall apart in an instant. its a tough situation and he doesnt like it at all... but it feels wrong keeping up this act just to keep everything smooth sailing

DAZZLE

MISERY

handling it a lot worse than his brother is. if he was sad before hes totally miserable now. he becomes a lot more closed off and even getting him to participate in conversations with others is a huge task

he only really talks to razzle for a long time, hes not ready to unpack it all with someone else right now

REALLY in his feelings for a while, he might never get over you actually. i mean... razzle might not either... but dazzle is really going to be stuck in the past even if his brother heals

ZESTLESS

its a lot harder for him to hide this sort of thing from you and razzle. its only a matter of time until one of you brings it up and hes going to be forced to talk about it... and gooooood he would rather talk about anything else. he would even go on stage as the star!

...but he knows better. he knows at least talking about it is for the best, regardless of whats going to be done about it. an attempt to salvage it, or to simply break up

its times like this he wishes he wasnt sharing a body with his twin because hes stuck there if razzle still loves you... he tries to pretend hes not there when its you two together. its going to take a while for the friendship to go back to normal.... a long... long time...

BOTH

WOUNDED

unless its on their masks they have their own scars... though... both of their hands are a little roughened up. extracting from machines isnt easy work and sometimes the valves can be a little tough

its mostly the palms of their hands that are rougher. not really scarred, definitely a little calloused though

but other than that... with razzles fast speed, they... usually evade twisteds well enough

[beatrice1979a]

Sunburn

Reverse Marinette's first heartbreak

credits: @adorkastock for this pose

@bgony for alt chloe design.

Yes that's reverse Adrien many months before his haircut.

@generalluxun for Chloe's sunny character concept. Marvelous just Marvelous! Chloe can kill with kindness. Check their reverse fics Note that Alt!Chloe is definitely NOT into Adrien or any man. But I needed a Chloe. Update: read this post here for more about this Chloe. Let's pretend for a moment the Supreme forced her to date Paris' beloved teen celebrity for the Greater Good. What's even scarier is that this brainwashed Chloe would probably comply gladly.

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Sunburn

(English is not my first language. So grin and bear it)

They say never meet your heroes or, in this case, your beloved idol. Marinette learned this the hard way.

She was beside herself when she learned that, despite the rumors of having (yet again) a new Supreme-sanctioned girlfriend, the self-proclaimed teen heartthrob Sunshine Boy Adrien was having an informal meet and greet at Le Grand Paris. Just two blocks away from her own home. There was no point asking for permission. Her parents would never allow it. But this chance was too good to let it lapse. 

It was dark and everyone was asleep. She grabbed a few magazines and one of the many pictures scattered all over her punk themed bedroom and, silently escaped her room by climbing down the side wall of her three storey home. She ran into the night and camped, hours before dawn, by the expected location, right near the entrance of the fanciest hotel in Paris. It was chilly and slightly humid as the sun climbed the sky but Marinette didn't pay any mind even as the noisy swarm of fans started gathering all around the area forcing her to push and fight to keep her privileged spot in the queue.

There he was, Adrien Agreste in the flesh, even more handsome than portrayed in the heavily retouched press photos or the official telescreen channels. Her heart skipped a beat and she charged forward to beg for an autograph.

And then she saw her.

His arm around her with such unbearable familiarity. Her golden messy hair precariously arranged in two braided ponytails. Unmistakably her. Blinding her with that sunny personality and that oh-so-hideous saccharine smile plastered on that ridiculously pretty doll-like face: Chloe. Chloe Bourgeois. The snobbiest prissy miss perfect, top-of-the-class loved-by-all daughter of the mayor of Paris. Chloe Bourgeois. Her bully. Her tormentor. The only person who single-handedly made her life a total misery every single day since kindergarten. Even today on this otherwise auspicious day.

She felt something snap and, for a moment, she couldn't move. As she missed her chance, she got shoved and pushed by the hoards of screeching fans hopelessly drawn to the golden pair like moths to a flame. A flame Marinette could no longer see with tears clouding her sight and threatening to ruin her heavy makeup and the magazines she clutched for dear life onto her chest.

Then another spark blew from her heart, and fire swallowed her whole, uncontrolled, until it scorched her feelings and escaped her lips in a shaken broken whisper: I hate you.

I hate you. She repeated and ran as fast as she could until she crashed back in her bed. She ignored the angry protests of her parents and, possessed by an irrational anger, she dragged all the posters, the pictures, the Supreme endorsed propaganda and threw them into the open fire of the large oven at the back of the bakery. She just stood there hypnotized, staring and staring as that pretty boy face writhed in the flames.

When everything was reduced to ashes, she pulled her phone and called that guy who'd been pestering her for the last few months, begging her for a date. And she agreed. Because she also wanted to shine. She wanted to be loved and held tightly, and worshipped even if for just a moment, even if that moment was going to be with that obnoxious, arrogant, stuck-up class president, Le Chien Kim.

But maybe just then she would finally stop feeling like such a loser for having that ridiculous crush for someone who didn't even know she existed.

And with those thoughts she promised to never succumb to the whims of her heart ever again.

But Marinette was right at least for one thing: Adrien Agreste had never even seen her before in his life. Not until a few weeks later when he decided to finally surprise his mother with her favorite artisan macarons and his feet dragged him to the door of the most popular bakery of the 21th arrondissement.

Come let the truth be shared No one ever dared To break these endless lies Secretly, she cries

And I'll hide from the world Behind a broken frame And I'll run forever I can't face the shame

[arctic-shard]

scp-012 causes whoever saw it to continue the notes using their own blood and if that person were to finish a section of the sheet, the person will kill themself declaring the piece is impossible to finish, I just thought it would be interesting gift for the Yellow Lord.

Bumping this up the queue because the furnace is broken and my office is too cold to work in, so drawing is out for now ( I can set my laptop up anywhere, but hauling out the peripheries like the scanner is Too Much Effort and I have no space for it in my temporary workspace. ) But I can write, and while I could just do a little illustration for this, the idea intrigues me too much to leave it at that anyway.

Dunno how old you are @randomlbirdo, so here's the warnings: No sex happens but there's a couple mentions of Odious as a sexually-active being. Self-harm, sort of, does it count when you're not doing it to hurt yourself, you just need to feed blood to a cursed artefact?

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The Unending Crescendo

The Yellow Lord Odious has an anomalous object stolen from the Foundation. It can resist the curse, but it can't resist a challenge …

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The Lords of Alagadda, much as they considered Earth a backwater world, still kept an eye on it with their agents and cults. It was a wild place, full of emotion and stories and creativity and Alagaddans craved those things.

The Earth also contained the SCP Foundation - not a threat, but something to keep tabs on. The Foundation meddled with Alagadda occasionally, which was what initially drew the attention of the lords, but what kept their attention were the artefacts the Foundation had hidden away in storage. In their attempt to keep anomalies out of the hands of their fellow humans, the Foundation had gathered them up into convenient boxes that a determined Alagaddan Lord could borrow whenever it pleased.

There were ways to smuggle things in and out of Alagadda unchanged. They involved complicated alchemical wards and rituals, but it was doable.

This was not what the Yellow Lord, Wearer of the Odious Mask, was thinking about at the moment. It had put such plans into action weeks ago. It was busy in its study, sketching out musical notes as it played them - primary hands on the violin, secondary to write. The wastebasket nearby was overflowing with torn and crumpled sheets. Aside from the desk, the room contained dozens of musical instruments, including the organ it used for practice. The grand pipe organ of il Palazzo dell'Ira was in the audience hall.

Odious snarled as a knock on the door distracted it. Not that it was making any more progress than usual, but what if this time the notes were correct? It set down the violin with uncharacteristic gentleness, crumpled the sheet and threw it in the general vicinity of the wastebasket, then stalked to the door and flung it open.

A servant stood there, struggling with the weight of a gold case covered in alchemical symbols and the Yellow Lord's brand. The servant tried to lift the case to present it, but the gold was too heavy. "My Lord, I have the artefact. But do be careful with it."

The servant flinched under Odious' glare, the Yellow Lord not deigning to answer vocally. How dare this lesser being be concerned for it and not hateful? Odious was no apprentice alchemist who needed warnings, Odious was one of the great powers of Alagadda. But it did note how reluctantly the servant parted with the case, not because it wanted to protect Odious but because the artefact inside pulled at it. Odious had prepared for that - once the case was locked, only Odious could open it again, protecting its lessers from the artefact's curse. Odious needed the servant alive to deliver it, after all.

Odious chased the servant away, locked the door, and set the gold case on its desk.

It was one of the contradictions of Alagadda that Alagaddans were not themselves creative. The Humours were muses, sparking creativity in lesser beings but incapable of true creation themselves. Mirth was too stupid to care about this and Diligence even seemed to prefer copying, but Odious was different. Its role to be discontented, and one of those sources of discontent was that it was unable to compose its own music. Every time it tried, it only heard other composers - not mere influences but the core of the work. Nothing in its own compositions was Odious.

Deep in its twisted heart, Odious longed to be heard. Perhaps the only one who truly knew Odious was the Hanged King itself as it plundered Odious' mind for new sensations. But did the King really know it? Was it only interested in the hate Odious was created for and ignored its soul?

Odious could scream and use telepathy and fuck and torture, but these were all crude methods of communication compared to music. Music was pure. If Odious could just compose something of its very own, if it could write its Self in musical notation, maybe it would finally reach someone. Maybe someone would finally understand.

Maybe the King would be proud.

Millennia of failure had left it desperate enough to dabble in unknown magic. It drew a key from one of its pockets, licked the teeth to coat them in its bile, and opened the gold case.

Inside was a single sheet of music, penned in blood.

Perhaps it would accept Alagaddan ichor as a suitable ink.

Odious could feel the pull of the artefact. The page wanted blood. Odious denied it for now - no mere artefact could usurp the will of a Humour. Instead it set it on the desk. It hummed the melody as it read the score.

An interesting piece. Bold and jarring, but Odious quickly determined that this artefact wouldn't solve its problem. The score didn't change with each new blood donor, the music was using the blood to complete itself. Odious could add nothing to it but ink.

Odious lifted a hand to rip the paper to shreds in frustration, but changed its aim at the last instant to tear scratches in the table. It had put in an effort to claim this artefact. It would be more of a waste to destroy it immediately. Perhaps Odious could figure out the mechanism of it, to craft a page that it could wring out its heart over and write its own soul.

The melody had intrigued it. How would it sound with more parts played? Music was the purest language, playing the score would help Odious understand the artefact. It set the page on a music stand, settled itself beside the organ, and picked up the violin again.

Odious played perfectly. It always did. It had a passion for instrumental music from its awakening and had practiced for millennia. Two hands for the violin. Six on the organ - it didn't need to look at it to hit every note and pull every stop correctly.

The music was a discordant cacophony, mere noise to someone without Odious' experience. There was something in it, a pattern just at the edge of understanding. And the music just kept building. It shouldn't have been possible - a crescendo can't build forever, there needs to be a release or at least lessening of tension, but it never came. The single page somehow held thousands of lines of music, and the music swelled and built up and up for hours, frustrating and leaving Odious desperate for a conclusion, like an orgasm that just wouldn't come off …

The score ended so abruptly that for an instant Odious thought it had died. But it couldn't be dead, it had been dead before and its dead husk's hearts didn't hammer like this, its lungs didn't heave like this when it was dead. With shaking hands, it lowered its violin.

The violin had a chin rest made of Alagaddan porcelain-chitin, one of the few substances that Odious' bile couldn't destroy. It hadn't helped - Odious had leaked so much from its eyes and mouth that the bile had overflowed and scorched the instrument. Odious threw it aside and glared down at the music sheet.

"Where are you going with this? How do you end?" it hissed, taking the glove off one of its secondary hands and slicing the soft palm open with a talon. Thick, black ichor dripped onto the page and formed more notes.

Odious read the new lines. No conclusion, just more build-up. But it had to be near a resolution. It had to end. Odious ruptured some inner chambers in its body to send more ichor out of the wound.

The notes continued to form.

Odious wasn't going to let a piece of paper defeat it.

It picked up a new violin and readied itself beside the organ. There was no place to start from but the beginning - to begin in the middle would be an insult to the piece.

Odious could focus on regenerating its ichor to drip on the page and play the violin and play the organ. And, just to show the page who held the power, it sang the melody as well, a sharp, wordless soprano. It was the greatest musician in Alagadda, in all the lands of the Nevermeant, possibly even the multiverse. It was going to play the piece perfectly and to the end.

Hours later it reached the part written in its own ichor and kept playing. Odious was going to make it to the end. It was going to find the conclusion.

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Odious woke up stiff and aching, staring up at the ceiling of its study. It tried to strech but couldn't move.

Finally awake, my lord?

The Ambassador. Odious managed to turn its head to find the hateful creature delicately unfolding the crumpled balls of paper from the wastebasket. It had no face, but Odious knew it was sneering at its attempts at writing music. Odious flexed its arms, recognising the feel of rope around them. "What are you doing here?"

Amusing myself by reading your pitiful efforts to create, my lord.

"Fuck you. You interrupted my practice."

The Ambassador huffed. Practice? You allowed yourself to be possessed by a mere artefact. I had to bind you to pry you away from it, all while you screamed that you had to finish the song.

While the Ambassador prattled, Odious managed to curl around to drip bile on some of the ropes to burn them away. With a few arms free, it began untying itself. "Where is the cursed music sheet?"

Back where your stooge took it from.

Perhaps the artefact was more dangerous than Odious had given it credit for, if the Ambassador itself had deigned to remove it from Alagadda. It was the humans' problem again. "What do you care what I do?"

I do not.

Which meant that it had been ordered. Which meant that the Hanged King had sensed something wrong with Odious and sent its servant to sort things out -

Odious' thoughts were interrupted by the Ambassador's laughter. Is that sentiment I sense in you, my lord? Does the Seething Prince long for daddy's approval? For shame. Our King will be most disappointed.

Finally free of the ropes, Odious lunged for the Ambassador. It stepped out of the way and Odious ended up tackling its own desk.

When Odious untangled itself from the furniture, the Ambassador was gone. Odious howled in rage, at the loss of its prey, at the Ambassador's taunts. You twist my thoughts! I don't want love and approval! I don't want softness! I am everything I am meant to be - I am hate and anger and passion and violence - and I am the best at it! I play my role perfectly! I want -

Odious needed to be perfect. Nothing less was enough. It had to be so perfect that no one could ever find flaw, not even itself. It was a hard way to live, a crescendo without end. If it was perfect, then people would finally notice all it did for Alagadda and appreciate it, instead of taking the rituals and concerts and efforts for granted. It did what it was meant to do but nobody cared that it did it well, they only noticed when Odious made a mistake, so Odious had to be perfect, perfect, perfect …

I want …

The ending Odious craved was to become so hateful, so despised that the Hanged King itself grew angry enough to blast it out of existence. To be seared into oblivion by the hate of a god … glorious. Perfection.

But Odious also wanted to lay its head in the Hanged King's lap, feel the desiccated fingers stroke its hair, and know its efforts and work were seen and appreciated. To know that it had succeeded at being the Yellow Lord, at being Odious. To know that the King was proud of it. To be able to rest, just for a little while.

Triumphant fine or quiet diminuendo, there could be no applause, no rest, until the play was over.

I want to know how it ends.

[fireflysparks]

Okay, so... my queue is about to run out. The reasons for this are: #1, I've been working on my novel writing again lately, mostly editing/revising, but still. And #2, I'm working on probably the closest I've come to a planned Sims storyline since... I'm not even sure when?

It involves my Veronaville, which has turned into being more about other premades that moved there (and of course, The Sparks Legacy, which is in an odd place due to me wanting to even out some ages a bit). It's funny because I've been casually leaning into the storytelling more and more in my posts, and some of the events feel like they were leading me to this... and then I was hit with inspiration.

I'm kind of excited to see how it turns out, though I also feel compelled to warn you not to expect too much because I'm still mostly a gameplay person, and I didn't go into like poses or deep set-up for this. The 'big event' was done on a whim in one session after reading a post about a sim-ilar (😅) idea, though I swear my random gameplay was setting up for this mini story for a while.

Behind-the-Scenes Notes (only lightly spoilery): It is way harder to intentionally kill off a sim than I remember. 😆 I'm not sure I've seriously tried to do this since trying to replicate a black widow story in The Sims 1 back when I was a dark, moody, traumatized twelve-year-old. In the end, though it doesn't fit the story as I set it up, I had to go with the classic pool ladder trick to actually pull off the deed, which led to less than stellar ending photos. But oh, well!

Please bear with me if I do some extra reposting while setting up the new story posts. And thank you to the community in general for sharing all of your amazing stories and gameplay photos. Because you and this Simblr have honestly helped me get back in touch with my desire to create.

[earthtooz]

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣

in which: there always seems to be a mistletoe above your head whenever todoroki's around...

warnings: 4k+ words, fluff, swearing, kissing, jokes of k*lling someone bc bakugou is there, bad writing :/

a/n: welcome to the first day of my xmas event! ofc bc todoroki is my ULTIMATE bias ☝️ i just needed to start off with him. enjoy!

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

“You idiot! I’ll kill you!” 

You stand idly by on the porch of Class A’s dorms, pitifully watching Kaminari getting chased by Bakugou, who has clear murderous intent for the electric boy as sparks erupt threateningly from his palms. The squeals and screams from both blonds have attracted a crowd of students, noting the way that Jirou and Sero both cackle with delight, their laughter from inside the dorm audible where they watch from the window, and Mina looks proud of herself standing beside you.

As the snow fell and temperatures began to drop, it indicated the beginning of the Christmas season. Meaning, Mina thought it would be a good idea to put up mistletoes where people least expect it around the dorms, and poor Kaminari was stuck with kissing Bakugou as his first victim. You watched in amusement and horror as the yellow-haired swiftly pecked Bakugou’s cheek before running away, and now, he was stuck in a never-ending chase until his head is blown off. 

“Is this a good idea?” You ask the acid user, concern lacing your expression.

“Oh absolutely! It’ll bring some excitement to our holiday season!” She responds. “Kaminari just got the short straw having to kiss Bakugou first! He won’t be the only one though, I guarantee it.”

You huff. “This is cruel.”

“I don’t think you’ll feel that way when I set you up with a certain boy,” she winks, causing you to choke on nothing, sputtering at her antics as you try to rack some sort of reply in your mind.

You regretted telling Mina about your crush on a certain classmate, and before you could stop her, her expression shows that she’s already setting something up, calculating a plan in that mind of hers

“C’mon, don’t do that to him, Mina. He wouldn’t want to kiss me,” you mutter, crossing your arms in defeat, a frown gracing your lips at your own misfortune. Just as Mina opens her mouth to deny your claim, a voice pops up behind you that almost sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Who wouldn’t want to kiss you?” 

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Dinner’s ready, I came to get you guys but it looks like Bakugou and Kaminari are busy, huh?”

“Busy trying to make a crime scene? Yeah, you could say that,” you quip sarcastically, trying to recover from your embarrassment of Todoroki almost discovering that you’d like to kiss him. On queue, Bakugou yells out a ferocious ‘die!’, paired with an explosion and Kaminari screaming. “We were waiting for Bakugou to calm down but I don’t think he will any time soon.”

Todoroki chuckles at your statement. “You’re right. What are they fighting about?”

“I hung up some mistletoes around the dorms and Denki had to kiss Bakugou. You can imagine how that went,” Mina looks proud of herself, despite the chaos that she’s responsible for. Kaminari has probably fit in a weeks worth of cardio training at this point, Bakugou too.

“Like, on the lips?” 

“No, just on the cheek.”

“And he got that mad?”

“Well, he’s always that mad,” you retort. Both your classmates agree with you. You finally step in when the explosive blond grabs Denki by the collar, effectively giving him whiplash before raising his heated palms to his friend’s face. “Bakugou, let Kaminari go already!”

“Hah?” Bakugou exclaims, his raspy voice echoing throughout the open space of your dorm’s garden as he lowers Denki to sag on the floor. “You wanna die?”

“It’s dinner time, twat,” you retort. “Can you continue your plans of murdering Denki after dinner?”

He growls, dropping your classmate into the snow before stomping over to the dorm entrance but not without sending you the stink eye. 

As he pushes past, Kaminari stumbles into your arms, sagging in relief as you struggle to hold up all of his body weight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he cries repetitively. Were those tears in his eyes?

“You’re welcome… everything okay?” 

“I thought I was about to be sent 6 feet underground.” 

Todoroki grabs the electric hero by both his arms and helps him stand upright from where you were struggling to hold him. There’s a little more force required in the way that he picks up Kaminari, and you’re almost shocked by how smoothly he does so. “It’s dinner time, you should go get some food.” 

If you looked a little closer, you would be able to see the presence of jealousy lingering in his eyes.

“You’re the man, Todoroki!” Your classmate sobs before leaning on Mina’s shoulder, actually breaking into tears this time. He’s chanting things that you can’t decipher, the pair leaving you and Todoroki alone outside.

The wind picks up, sending a chill down your spine as you tug on the sleeves of your sweater. “Let’s go inside too, I’m freezing.”

A hand on your wrist stops your advances and you turn around to meet Todoroki’s eyes, immediately becoming entranced in the grey and blue of his irises. The heat from his hand is enough to wither the cold that seeped into your bones. “What does Mina mean that she put mistletoes around the dorms?”

“Oh, she’s just hung them around the place. I don’t necessarily know why but I guess it’s a part of the festive spirit?”

“How many of them?” 

“Well, it is Mina so my guess could be twenty to a thousand,” you murmur. “I don’t care to find out.”

Todoroki’s face is unchanging, but you feel like he’s scheming something. He always is in that brilliant mind of his, but you don’t enjoy the churning of your gut that tells you you’re going to be involved somehow. What business could he have with a mistletoe? Is he planning something on a classmate? Someone he’s interested in perhaps?

Thinking about it brings a frown to your face so you pull your hand out of Todoroki’s grasp and head back inside for a little relief from an unpleasant feeling that plagued your body; a sensation that didn’t exist solely because of the cold.

A few days later, Mina would strike, starting a series of fortunate, but also, very embarrassing events.

“Morning, Y/N!” Uraraka greets when you appear in the common area. Having just brushed your teeth and done your morning routine, you feel rejuvenated when greeting your friends. Asui pops her head over the couch at your entrance and waves.

“Good morning. How did you both sleep?” You ask, walking over to where she was sitting on the couches and jumping over the back to sit down. 

“Great! Tsuyu and I are planning some things for the Christmas dorm party. Care to join us?”

“I’d love to, what’re you doing?”

The amphibian-like hero turns her laptop around so its screen was displayed at you. You take note of the decoration site that she was currently scrolling through. More specifically, the seemingly endless flow of plastic Christmas trees that this website provided.

“I thought we already had one?”

“We don’t, not until the boys broke and it ended up in flames,” Asui reminds you and you laugh at the memory of the poor Christmas tree you had last year. Somehow, Kirishima managed to push Denki to crash into it and then all the lights malfunctioned, burning the branches a little, but since the tree was near a lit fireplace, one thing turned into another and marked the end of Class A’s Christmas Party for second year. It definitely wasn’t funny at the time when Aizawa had to reprimand the lot of them, but it definitely is something to chuckle at now.

Core memories with Class A.

“I guess they did, huh?” You sigh. “To be fair, they can break the one this year because it’s our last Christmas celebration at U.A.”

“Don’t remind us!” Ochako slaps your shoulder quite firmly and you slip out a little ‘ouch’ from the impact. “I’m gonna cry again!”

“Please don’t cry,” the green-haired commands.

“Hey, I have an idea that we can do for the Christmas tree!” You pipe up, raising your pointer finger to the ceiling, mimicking an ‘eureka’ position. “We should order some Christmas balls and get art supplies so everyone in the class can customise one and put it on the tree!”

Both of them light up at your suggestion, nodding in agreement.

After a few more discussions over the logistics and decorations of the party, your stomach grumbles in protest, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten breakfast since getting up. Asui about sends you off to the kitchen, banning you from contributing any more until you’ve had food.

As you’re halfway through cutting some fruit for a bowl of cereal when a familiar, deep voice breaks the silence of the kitchen.

“Good morning, L/N.”

You almost jump from shock, tightening your grip on the knife before turning around to see who the perpetrator was.

“Oh, hello Todoroki! Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah, slept in a little longer than I would have liked. Midoriya and Iida were supposed to wake me up to go for a run but they didn’t follow through with their promise,” he complains.

“To be fair, you sleep like a log,” you comment, turning around to resume cutting the fruits. The half-and-half takes his place by your side, watching you. Suddenly the knife handle feels slippery.

“I do not.”

“You do! We literally had a competition at training camp to see who could wake you up and it took seven people!”

He grunts, rubbing his eye. “No one comes between me and my slumber.”

You chuckle, letting silence engulf the atmosphere momentarily as you walk over to the pantry. You pretend to not see him snag a slice of banana, popping it in his mouth before you can miss it too much.

“What’re you gonna make for breakfast?”

“I might just boil some eggs and have miso soup.”

“That sounds good. Nice and warm for the morning.”

“I’m happy to share.”

You shake your head, rejecting his offer. “No, it’s okay thank you. I am going to make some barley tea though, would you like some of that?”

He nods and for the next few minutes, you both operate in silence, nothing but the sound of kitchen appliances operating filling the air. You pour four cups of tea, two for you and Todoroki, and two for the two classmates you were just talking to.

You leave the kettle out for everyone though and by the time you were done plating the add-ons to your cereal, Todoroki had heated up his miso soup and finished boiling his eggs.

“Would you like to eat together?” He asks, gesturing to the dining table near the kitchen counter.

Your heart flutters, flattered that Todoroki didn’t mind spending time with you one-on-one. It’s uncommon for him to spend time with another alone; whenever you see him he was always in at least a group of three or by himself in content solitude. Settling in seats beside each other, you both discuss weightless conversations with no depth behind them, but you adore his presence regardless, satisfied with any chance to spend some time with him.

As the food in your plates lessens to zero, you begrudgingly rise to end your conversation and put the dishes in the sink. After breakfast was when you had your morning stretching session before going into quirk and strength training, then you had to finish off your assignments because even though homework was the last thing you want to do, Present Mic is quite terrifying when he puts you on the spot during English lessons.

But, before you could walk away, a hand pulls at your shirt, capturing your attention.

Glancing at your classmate in confusion, he answers any questions you had by pointing to the ceiling, where, to your horror, hangs a beautifully innocent mistletoe that you know was not there before. Judging by the ripped edge of the tape- Sero’s tape- that held the mistletoe to the ceiling, you could tell that this was a recent scheme.

Todoroki then stands up assertively, pushing his chair out as he faces you and you find it hard to meet his gaze.

“I- We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable with it!” You exclaim, the words coming out as a jumble of nothing that he was somehow able to decipher.

He shakes his head in reassurance. “No, I’m okay with it. So, should I be expecting a kiss?”

You can’t think straight, you think you’re dreaming, is this a hallucination? Has your feelings finally gone off the rails that you’re imagining the way that Todoroki was ever-so-softly smiling down at you? He looks so joyful for the predicament that he’s stuck in. What if you ruin his plans? You thought he was scheming something with the mistletoes so someone in your class could kiss him, and said person was probably not you.

“We never speak of this again.”

Something within you whispers ‘fuck it’ before leaning in, cupping the left side of his jjaw to place a gentle and quick peck on his right cheek. If you were a little more aware, you would’ve seen the way he gleefully shut his eyes as a reflex to your close proximity.

When you part, you quickly swipe the dirty dishes before scrambling away, mind in scrambles.

His skin was so soft that you almost feel horrible for tarnishing it, but the memory was so euphoric that as you continued along with your day, it only got sweeter each time you replayed the moment. You just hope Todoroki forgets about what happened because you sure as hell can’t, the scribbles on your homework lay testament to that claim.

When you finally emerge from your room after slouching over your homework for five hours, it seems like whatever happened in the morning between you and Todoroki was out of mind, out of sight; the best option for your psyche.

Regardless, the memory keeps you up at night, often making you cringe as you bury your head into the pillow as if you were sealing the moment away into a coffin, locking it up and throwing it in the ocean of your forgotten, ‘here lies…’ recollections. The worst part is that your classmate doesn’t realise the inner turmoil he throws you in, acting as if nothing happened between the two of you whenever he smiles at you, or comes a little too close into your personal space, whispering jokes lowly into your ear. It’s outrageous how you have to sit there and pretend like everything is okay. 

Eventually comes the time when all of the blank, white Christmas balls you ordered arrive at the door of Class A’s dorm, and no one in the class can contain their enthusiasm when ripping apart the package. Aizawa stands to the side, untroubled so long as the mess is cleaned up. 

The art and craft materials are spread out along the clothed dining table, some glitter has already been spilled, there’s paint everywhere, and Jirou’s playlist pleasantly occupies the space alongside the excited chatter of your classmates. As you converse with Kirishima and Midoriya, often letting them get a glimpse of your artwork whilst enjoying the cookies that Sero baked for this occasion, you realise that everyone’s Christmas ball reflects a little of who they are.

Kirishima’s is red and beautifully glittery despite all the ferocious, strong idioms he’s written on the surface. Midoriya’s resembles the colour of All Might’s hero costume. If you look down the table, Mina’s has pink snowflakes, Aoyama has stars upon stars, and Hagakure’s has little drawings of her friends- their designs were just to name a few. 

Those who finish immediately go to put up their decorations on the Christmas tree. With Bakugou going first and despite the speed that he finished his ball with, you cannot deny that it is intricate and well-crafted. Then, others start to follow him, and somehow, it’s just you and Todoroki left behind to finish up.

“Yours is nice,” he compliments, suddenly materialising in the seat beside you.

“Thank you!” You exclaim. “I’m really trying.”

“I can see.”

Glancing over to his work, you notice that it’s also split in a half-and-half, with white glitter on one side and red on the other. “Yours is really pretty,” you comment, reaching over the table to grab a gold star to put on your ball.

“Thank you. How much longer til you’ll be done?”

“I’m done now! Were you waiting for me?”

“Yeah, I would like to put our decorations on the tree together, is that okay?”

He’s so cute you want to squish his cheeks. As always, you find yourself easily complying with his demands as he leads the way toward the Christmas tree that was already occupied with various Christmas balls and tinsel, topped with a gold star. You take the time to find a good place the last two decorations and despite how full it is, you find places right next each other. 

“We look good beside each other,” Todoroki mindlessly comments and you splutter at his choice of words. Did he have to be that shameless? The clueless boy he act going on only made you more flustered at your own embarrassment.

“Y-Yeah, we do,” you mutter, rubbing your neck. 

Glancing up at the gold star, the corner of your eye catches onto a suspicious red and green thing. A part of your stomach churns in knowing before you can fully process what it is and when you do, a part of you wants to curse Mina for setting this up. She purposefully put it in a place that wasn’t visible from the doorway and would be slightly hidden so unsuspecting victims would fall into her trap.

What do you do? Do you point it out for your own selfish reason or do you avoid telling Todoroki? That’s not very festive of you but you couldn’t find it in you to care about tradition when-

A pair of soft lips meet your forehead, effectively shutting down your brain. 

When Todoroki pulls away, cheeks slightly tinted pink, you are literally frozen to your spot. Pressing the off and on switch multiple times would not work, this time you needed rewiring and a new pair of batteries.

“I- uh, yeah- cool, thanks, uh, for that,” you fumble, letting the lingering touches of your classmate sink into your skin. You were fine, everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about. “Wow, you are beautiful- okay excuse me now, I will be going to my room and I will be staying there for the next three business days.”

Without giving him a chance to respond to your strange reaction, you turn on your feet and mechanically walk away. If you had paid a little more attention to your movements, you would have realised that you were walking same arm and leg, but it didn’t matter much because Todoroki just kissed your forehead and in the same moment, embedded himself into your system.

Then you made a fool out of yourself because you don’t know how to act around Todoroki. 

The paint on your fingers linger mockingly, especially the red and white coating your skin because days later,you’re reminded of how quickly life can change, and similar to that a cruel joke; how quick your life changes because of some stupid plant that people attached a stupid tradition to. 

It’s 6 pm or so and the Class A Christmas party is occurring in less than two hours. With all the decorations hung up and almost all the food ready, you found yourself sitting around the dining table with a bunch of classmates, playing several rounds of card games to kill time. There’s a teapot of steaming tea that Yaomomo made to the side, one that you reach over to occasionally to fill your cup again.

Everyone is laughing at Denki’s misfortune of drawing 16 the third time this round, adding to the unreasonable amount of cards in his hand, laughing even harder when he struggles to hold it all. Although some part of you should feel sympathy for him, there’s just something hilarious about the sight of poor Kaminari always drawing the short stick. You’ll apologise to him after the game.

Although, you don’t think that apology is going to happen, not when Todoroki calls out your name from where he was in the kitchen. Without even asking what he needed, you immediately jolt out of your chair and walk over, leaving your cards behind despite your close Uno win. 

Uno was temporary, whatever Todoroki wanted was forever.

“You called?” You asked upon entering and the first thing that hit you was a delicious aroma that floated around the room. Then, the telltale sound of sizzling follows.

Glancing to the stovetop, there was a pan full of oil and the half-and-half hero stood in front of it, adorning an apron whilst holding an oil strainer. He brightens upon your entrance, fishing out three pieces of what looked like chicken karaage and your mouth waters at the sight alone.

“I did, I would like your opinion,” he informs, reaching over to his plate full of fried chicken whilst you close the distance between you, eyeing his dish curiously. He eagerly gestures it towards you.

Looking at him for his confirmation, you take a piece, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite with little hesitation, letting the pleasant mixture of salt and spices mix whilst the enjoying the crunch of the chicken. Wow, this was good.

“This is amazing!” You exclaim, mouth half-full with chicken and fried batter. 

He seems relieved at your approval, and judging by the mess he made on the countertops, you’d say that Todoroki put quite a lot of effort in this dish for it to be bad. “This is my sister’s recipe; I tried my best to replicate it, but I wanted to make something for everyone tonight.”

“I had no idea you could cook! I’m genuinely stunned, I’m sure everyone will love it as well.”

“Thank you,” he offers you a gentle, but heartwarming smile that causes your stomach to flutter and your heart to sigh in content. Your tastebuds are in love too. “You should come over sometime to try the real thing. I’d love for you to meet my sister and brother.”

Your first instinct is to accept, as one does when going over to one’s house, but when you process the weight of his words, your mind erupts into a mash of concerns and delighted squeals. All that comes out of you is a muffled ‘I’d love to’- one of the better responses your mind could make up.

You note the way that his gaze flicker to your lips before quickly venturing back up to make eye contact once more. Suddenly, it’s getting harder to breathe, the atmosphere is heavy with intimate tension, and your heart is racing in anticipation because you’re certain he’s about to say something before-

“Hey guys! Something smells good in here, what’s-” Midoriya’s voice slices the air in half with an entrance that you don’t know whether to be grateful for or if you should strangle him. He then cuts himself off when he realises that he probably interrupted something, looking especially suspicious when his eyes gravitate towards the ceiling. “My bad! Sorry guys! I’ll take my leave now!” He squeaks before disappearing just as quickly as he came in.

“That’s weird, I wonder what he was talking about,” you begin, turning your head to look back at Todoroki before you find the air being sucked out of your lungs, being replaced by a pair of soft lips over your slightly dry ones.

Oh- wait, Todoroki was currently kissing you. This was nice. You feel like you’re floating despite how short-lived it is, because just as you melt into his warmth, he pulls away, hovering away slightly from your face, creating enough distance so he can scan your expression for any discomfort.

But your body moves on its own, causing you to jerk back from the half-and-half, brain racking to find something to say. ‘Thanks for the kiss. It was great but I’m not too sure if that was real or not’ or ‘I’m sorry you had to go through that’ are not appropriate options to say to someone after single-handedly creating the best moment of your life, so you choose an even better option; run.

You scramble out of the kitchen quickly enough, ignoring the surprise of your classmates that you run past at the dining table and trying even harder to ignore the footsteps that follow you from the kitchen to dorm’s entrance. Going outside into the expanse of endless snow and cold was your first option because you needed some remedy for what you were suffering through. Fresh, crisp air would aid the light-headedness you felt, and the frost could freeze the fire that was your face.  

Although you were quick to escape, Todoroki is quicker in his chase, grabbing the door before you could close it, slipping outside into the cold with you before shutting the door close with a little more force than necessary.

“Why do you keep running away from me?” He asks, a hint of hurt in his otherwise steady tone. The only light source is from within the dorm, illuminating him in a deliciously warm glow that replicated that of an angel, making him appear even more out-of-reach than he already was. 

Freaking out, you blurb out a: “Would you like the truth or would you like me to lie?”

In truth, your question was to stall the inevitable conversation you were going to have because you can’t find a way to lie from this. It was either the cold hard truth or… you run from Todoroki again but if there’s one thing to know about the half-and-half is that he’s persistent. Even if you flee from the face of the Earth, he’d venture into the solar system to find his answers.

Todoroki’s dual-coloured eyebrows furrow in confusion, looking at you inquisitively. He must think you’re the biggest fool on Earth- which, you are. “I would like the truth,” he answers slowly but surely.

You unknowingly inhale before confessing. “Please don’t hate me for this, but it’s cause I kinda like you a little too much?” You don’t look at him before continuing because if there’s one thing you aren’t brave against, it’s pretty boys with extraordinary pouts and puppy dog eyes. “This is literally so humiliating, but uh, you kinda like… intimidate me, and I don’t think you actually want to kiss me so I save myself the embarrassment and-” 

“-You like me?” 

“Well, obviously. You’re kinda perfect and it’s so unfair, I’ve never seen you with eyebags, or a single pimple, do you even have bad hair days? Plus you’re so talented and-”

“Perfect, you say?”

“Even the way you speak is per-” you cut yourself off before shifting your gaze upwards to look Todoroki in the eye. There’s mirth in his eyes, enhanced by the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You want to throttle him because of course, out of all the things you just confessed, he’d hang on to your admission of his perfection. “Don’t look at me like that, I actually hate you.”

“No you don’t, you like me a little too much,” he parrots.

You were actually going to lock him outside in the snow where little shits belong. Here you stand, pouring your heart out to him and he capitalises on your moment of weakness! Unbelievable.

Just as you turn around, Todoroki tugs on your sleeve, pulling you back. “Wait, don’t go,” he pleads. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist myself from having a little fun messing with you. I don’t mean to be cruel.”

“Well, you are, and I really don’t appreciate it,” you counter jokingly, huffing, watching the way your breath condenses before fading again. Now that the heat from your face had dissipated, the chill was getting to you and you’d really like to get back inside and hide from Todoroki for the rest of your life.

“I apologise sincerely,” his hand fishes through his pocket to look for something, pulling out something that you recognise all too well. “Will this make up for it?”

The half-and-half smiles at you shyly, unravelling the mistletoe he stuffed to become its true, expansive form. A part of you dies inside, the other cheers in victory as he raises it above your heads, the internal whoops and exclamations audible in your ear, but when you realise that there are a little too many voices, it causes you to turn around- only to see your friends gathered around a window, all looking at the two of you in excitement. 

You laugh and Todoroki groans, and in the blink of an eye, a wall of ice materialises in front of your eyes, blocking you from the prying snoops that are your friends.

“It will absolutely make up for it,” you murmur, grabbing both of his cheeks to pull him in.

[lordabovehelpme]

Hi! can i request a frank castle x reader with prompt 6? thank you!!

Warnings: f! reader, menstruation

You knew it as soon as it happened. The pain and then the all too familiar wet patch in your underwear. Groaning you set your laptop down and rush off to the bathroom. 

Sure enough the crotch of your panties are dark red, fresh and wet and promising pain for the next few days. God, why did it have to come now. Why does it ever have to come? 

As if on queue, your hips lurtch forward at the sharp stab in your gut. You close your eyes and send a silent prayer that the cramps will fade away, yet you make a mental note to pop a couple of advil asap. 

It doesn’t get much better as the day goes on. Your mood crashing and already tired of mother nature within the first few hours. The advil does help a little, but there's still an underlying hurt. 

The words on your computer start to melt together, letters now more shapes than things with the meaning of communication. Your head starts to throb, probably dehydration, or maybe the fact your uterus is trying to kill itself. The heat pack broke and a silent scream escaped when you realized you forgot to get a new one from last time. 

It all starts to add up, like dominos falling together in a line. Your emotions are strung high, thoughts like a frazzled live wire, sparking and humming and dangerous. Everything just seems to be going wrong. 

Frank doesn’t come home until late. The door opening and closing, keys jangling, and the familiar sound of his bag plopping to the ground. 

You can hear his boots walk up behind the couch, behind where you're frantically typing away and trying to make sense. 

Lips press against the top of your head, nose inhaling the scent of your shampoo, his fingers digging into the sore muscles of your shoulders. 

A moan escapes you as your eyes instinctively close as your head leans back. “Fuck Frank that feels so good.” 

He chuckles and presses a kiss to your lips, although the angle makes it a tad awkward. 

“Long day?” 

You only mumble out a sound as close to yes as you can. 

“Mmm.” His eyes scan the opened laptop on your legs and the melted now watered down iced coffee from this morning. “Have you been here all day Sweetheart?” Worry evident in his tone as he shakes the jacket from his form. 

“Maybe.” 

He leans over and shuts the lid of your computer, taking it in his large paws before you can snatch it back from him. Complaints sputter from you as you try to warn him of the deadline you're trying to meet. 

“Take a break with me. Just a few minutes.” 

It’s not a question. 

Usually you’d be fine with it, but today the last thing you want is to be told what to do. He walks away before you can rebuttal. 

“What do you want for dinner? That Italian place you like? If we leave in the next few minutes we can make it before they close.” 

Anger floods through your veins, how dare he walk off after shutting you down. He goes away all day and then expects to come back and boss you around. Uh uh, not cool. 

When you don’t respond his head pokes out from the kitchen, soon his entire form walking over towards the couch and bending down to meet your eyes. 

Those deep chocolate eyes, full of emotion and life scanning over your face. His hands engulf your own, thumbs drawing circles on your palm. 

It makes your heart stop, fury halting in his presence, in his strong gaze full of tender care. 

“I’ll order the Thai you like.” 

Suddenly you’re overcome with the need to be in his arms. Cation thrown to the wind as you all but launch yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms up around him and face snuggling into his neck. 

He grunts on the impact, but he holds you close, voice low and grumbly, barely loud enough for you to hear. “Hi sweetheart.” 

It’s so soft and genuine and it makes your heart squeeze. You’re so lucky to have him… it’s wholly overwhelming. 

Tears build at the corners of your eyes, trailing down your cheeks and pooling into the black cotton of his shirt.

He could tell so quickly that you wanted to stay in, he remembered your favorite take out place, he knows you. 

His form grows rigid, pulling you closer and making soft cooing noises. “Hey hey pretty girl, what's wrong?” 

Your fingers curl tighter as you breathe in his scent, “I don’t know.” A sob wrecks through your body, “I don’t know why I’m crying.” You try to laugh to ease the tension, but it sounds more like a strangled goose instead of the cute giggle you were going for. 

He's silent, probably searching the room for something that harmed you, his fingers running across your form in a mission for any lashes or bruises. 

“I’m not hurt.” His fingers halt. You search for the words, mind hazy with the unbearable weight of love for him and…“I just- you’re… I love you.” 

He pulls back, eyes finding your own as they search for a deeper meaning behind your words. As if you’re playing some sick game to win his trust. It only makes your crying worse. To know that someone said those words to him and didn't mean it enough for him to question your own feelings when he knows you love him. 

“And that’s why you’re crying? …because you love me?” 

You quickly backtrack, “No… yes… no… I don’t know.” You can’t meet his eyes, pulling his large hand into your own and picking at the stiff calluses. “I just love you a lot and I’m so lucky to have you and I wish you knew how much I love you. I wish I could reach into my chest and pull my bloody heart out so you can see-” 

His free hand rises to cup your cheek, bringing your gaze back to his own softened one, your words falling silent. The corners of his eyes crinkle, his pupils sparkling with mirth, “You’re insane.” 

It makes your own lips twitch up in a smile, giggles falling as his shoulders start to shake with laughter. “I’m just insanely in love.” As soon as it falls from your lips you cringe. “Okay hated it as soon as I said it.”

He leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips. Then a few more. You smile wider and instantly your mood lightens, his large thumbs wiping away the remaining tears. 

“Is this what my girl needed? Some extra loving?” 

Your cheeks heat and you bashfully nod. He grins wide and throws you back onto the couch. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now.” He topples over you and presses kisses to the ticklish spot at the base of your neck, nipping at the skin. 

You squeal and squirm beneath him, no’s falling out between laughter. 

He smiles into your skin and his fingers skim across the waistband of your comfy shorts, pulling them down and you freeze. 

It's like a bucket of ice water thrown over you. Your heart drops, smile vanishing and in a matter of seconds, you panic, legs kicking with a new type of hysteria, your hands wrapping around his wrists and pushing them away. 

“Wait wait wait… we can’t.” 

His fingertips stop in the elastic at the top of your underwear, instantly pulling away and he sits back. Worry fills him once again and it pains you. 

“I… I’m…” you fall into a whisper, embarrassed, “I’m on my period.” 

He stops for a second, mind overturning your words, analyzing them. 

“Your point?” 

It’s so nonchalant that it makes your gaze snap back to his own, now your turn to search for the game he's playing at. Suddenly you feel a different type of embarrassment, one that makes you feel silly for even thinking it would change things with him, for thinking he would be disgusted and turn you away. 

His hand on your cheek, thumb drifting across your cheekbone pulls you from your thoughts. “It’s up to you sweetheart.” 

There's that feeling again, that bubbling warmth that grows until you feel like you’re going to burst, going to implode without touching him and plastering yourself against him.

“Just… just hold me?” 

He nods, softening and melting down onto you, strong arms wrapping around you protectively, possessively. Like a giant weighted blanket as he drapes himself over you, growing pliant and easy… anything for you. 

Time seems to still, slowing down to a stop, his breathing rhythmic, your mind fighting sleep. Your hands instinctively rise to softly scratch at the base of his neck, relishing in the soft groan he lets out as goosebumps rise on his skin. 

A yawn that seems like it’s been locked up in you all day suddenly breaks free. Your eyelids drop, heavy and comfy as you seep up his body heat and tender care. The pressure of him takes your mind off the lingering persistent cramps, the harsh headache, the sensitive emotions. 

His breath tickles as it fans across your neck, but you wouldn't trade it for the world right now. Your heart fills full, mind at ease, perfectly content and happy when you earlier wanted to take on mother nature in a fiery pain fueled rage.  

He doesn't know it, but he's a healer as much as he thinks he's a fighter. 

“Frank?” 

“Mmm.” 

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Always sweetheart.”

[neocrush]

— the girl groups enhypen’s gfs are in !

genre: fluff (angst on jungwon’s part) + established relationship (eventually lol)

pairings: idol!enhypen x fem!idol!reader

note: idk how to title this pls i thought of it while showering

tagging: @jeminiepabo @strwberrydinosaur

you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles

you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles

you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles

but fucking mnet didn’t provide any inside of your dressing room??

but fucking mnet didn’t provide any inside of your dressing room??

but fucking mnet didn’t provide any inside of your dressing room??

so yves told you to ask for some from the artist in the dressing room next to yours

you knocked on the door without looking at the sign that showed who was in there

you asked for some water bottles and heeseung went “i’ll go get it!” and ran off to go get get them

jungwon just chuckled and went “hyung’s a really huge fan of your group, he kept on singing star on the way here”

you nodded at the younger one, impressed at the fact that you were popular among idols

the tall boy came back with a whole box full of water bottles

“there’s 12 of you here right now so i figured why not get a whole box” he chuckled nervously

you giggled and smiled at the nervous boy

“thank you heeseung-ssi, i’ll take this to my members” you took the box in your hands but was taken aback on how heavy it was

“don’t worry i’ll carry it for you”

long after that you started hanging out and boom you became his gf

you couldn’t resist the charms of lee heeseung

once it was revealed that you were a couple, orbits and engenes went INSANE (in a good way ofc)

“wait so y/n DOESNT hate men????”

★ jay - aespa

OMG OMG LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS BBY

you both met at school after you both debuted

everyone was gossiping around about how you were in the same class with the enhas

so like... monster rookies class

usually idols aren’t seated together but the teacher seated you and jay next to each other

causing a bunch of “oooohhhs” from your classmates

there were times were you and the enhas would leave school early due to practice or schedules

and on the way to the school gate, jay would always spark up a conversation with you

you assumed he was just very friendly

long story short he had a massive crush on you

so a few months into your friendship (which the both of you were very open about with your fans), he confesses

you were like “WAIT SO IT WASNT ONE SIDED THE WHOLE TIME”

y’all were just really blind lol pls read between the lines

anyways on to ur lovely bf !!

he’s so bold and brave around you but so shy around your members and seniors

we all know how he really respects nct (along with other sm artists) bc he covered the 7th sense with sunghoon on iland

so one day you were like “oh btw i showed taeyong sunbae you and hoon’s t7s cover”

he was like 😟 to 😧 to 😯

got all shy and was like “oh what did he say..”

you don’t know why he was acting as if he didn’t body that whole performance ????

anyway you told him that taeyong said that he and hoon did really well and that he liked how jay did his part

hid his face on the crook of your neck

“baby we should come say hi to them next time you go to sm”

“NO i will make a fool out of myself”

speaks english and japanese with giselle a lot when he isn’t occupied with you

sometimes you’d even have to ask nct’s shotaro to translate

your seniors (especially exo’s kai) adore him so so much pls protect the boy at all costs

★ jake - everglow

he was an active viewer of produce 48 and (like me) was really attached to the yuehua trainees

especially you

so when you got eliminated just before the last episode, he was devastated to say the least

he awaited your debut and when the time came he supported everglow !!!!

LOVED BON BON CHOCOLAT SO MUCH

does the killing part choreo in his room when no one’s watching lol

dies everytime you do the little “everglow” in songs

right so when he debuted in enha, he looked forward to meeting you as an idol and not a fan

when you shared a dressing room at kcontact, he couldn’t help but introduce himself to you

he mentioned he was a big fan and your heart warmed

cute boy is a fan of you? omg heart go brr brr

your members tease you and you just shake it off

that day when you got back to the dorms, you watched a bunch of enhypen videos bc you were interested in jake

you weren’t aware of how popular you were among people - let alone idols so you were surprised

you fell in love with his personality and started saying hi to him whenever you meet backstage at music shows

not long after, you develop feelings for him

you thought it was just a puppy crush but as you saw him even more, it got serious

you never actually confessed but aisha accidentally spilled the beans when he was passing by

“cmon y/n just tell him you like him because he clearly feels the same !!”

“you like me?”

“AISHA”

“that’s my queue to leave”

so she leaves you two to pour your hearts out to each other

you two become a couple and forevergenes (such a cute name omg) LOVE you two

you’re both the puppies of your group so that makes your relationship 103892x cuter

you met his parents and they adore you and even asked for your autograph

“jake used to talk about how great you are after every produce 48 episode”

“okayyyy i think that’s enough embarassing me mom”

his parents love you like their own daughter but does layla love you?

you were so nervous to meet her and was actually scared she might not like you - knowing how important layla is to jake

at first layla ignored you and jake was like “she’ll come around”

you were convinced she just doesn’t like you, until this one time you were cuddling with jake on the couch and layla comes in

you expected her to snuggle up with jake but she came to you :D

now layla is super fond of you and mrs sim would even send you pictures and videos of layla getting excited whenever you were on tv 🥺

★ sunghoon - itzy

you and the girls were at isac

the six of you were just waving at your fans and making heart signs with your hearts

on your left you saw yeji making hearts with ryujin so you wanted to do that with another member too

you felt a presence next to you and assumed it was someone from your group

spoiler alert: it wasn’t

sunghoon and sunoo were waving at engenes who just happened to be seated next to midzys

so you turned to who you thought was an itzy member, making half a heart with your hand

until you realized it wasn’t 💀

you bowed and apologized when you both looked at each other, you were scared you crossed a boundary

you bowed and apologized to the engenes who were there too

sunghoon and sunoo reassured you it was all good

after that, sunghoon couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you the entire event

when the day was coming to an end, he pulled some strings and ended up having some alone time with you ...in stray kids’ dressing room

don’t ask

ofc skz already left so it was just you two there

fast forward, you both hit it off and he became your bf <3

midzys and engenes love you both sm and love bragging about you two to other fandoms

you two were even named the king and queen of 4th gen kpop

oh also

you already know where this is going

“SUNGHOON HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW NOT SHY’S PROPER TITLE IT’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S SONG” - jay

brags about how he can do the shoulder dance in wannabe

ofc it’s bc you personally taught him

sends you pics of jyp as reaction pics

so you send pics of bang pdnim to him

every once in a while he reminds you of that video of jay why pee trying to hit a high note

“lmao that’s your boss”

PLS you always get super embarrassed so ofc you bring up that vid of hitman bang

“rAp dAncE-“

★ sunoo - stayc

you were his seatmate at school predebut

you came from the same town, same school, same neighborhood, etc

the two of you were extremely close and both shared the same dream

when highup entertainment accepted you, the both of you were over the moon

he was so happy for you

but sad too bc that meant you had to move to seoul :(

you promised him to do your best and that you hoped to see him again but as an idol

and hopefully when he’s an idol too

well what you hoped for came true !!

although you couldn’t see him much as a trainee - which made you quite sad - you got to follow his journey on i-land

you even asked your fellow trainees to vote for him

anyways now that you both debuted, you became close again and became really open with your fans on how close you were

you recommended his songs to swiths and he did the same to engenes

he even memorized the choreo to so bad and asap and lemme tell you this

he BEGGED you to teach him those choreos

“sunoo you can watch the practice on youtube”

“but i want to learn it from you”

he never really realized his feelings until he saw you getting shipped with his other members

you were both on weekly idol and the hosts really seemed to like how you and jake looked next to each other and they just teased you both the whole episode

that made sunoo feel uneasy and he thought it was only bc he was an overprotective best friend

turns out he had feelings for you (wow shocker)

so one day he asks you to come to hybe

after slightly getting lost, you meet up with him in a practice room

he confesses bc he felt like not telling you about his feelings would put a wall between you two

you appreciate his honesty and tell him you’ve felt the same way every since you were classmates

he scolds himself for not seeing it all those years but you just laugh it off bc you were pretty good at hiding your crush

you both agree to secretly date, until you both announce it on your five month anniversary

fans were really shocked at first... but they support you !!!!

engenes will not hesitate to come at anyone who talks bad about you and swiths feels the same way about jungwon

he gushes about you every single time you’re brought up

and you can’t help but love your adorable boyfriend

★ jungwon - iz*one

okay so

he was just an average high schooler when you were introduced on produce 48

his deskmate was watching your audition video and it was the part where you were doing this freestyle

he was SO amazed and he secretly followed your journey on produce 48

always made sure to vote on time and watch the episodes live

once the debut evaluation came around, he asked everyone he knew to vote for you and even bought tickets to see the show live

almost cried when he saw that you were center

ACTUALLY CRIED when you got into the top 13 😭

fast forward to him debuting in enha

he wasn’t able to catch up on you since he was busy with trainee life, then i-land, then debut preparations

but somehow in the middle of promotions he ran into you and BOOM love at first sight

fast forward to you finally dating, he couldn’t believe he was dating the y/n of iz*one

wizones make those “ladies and gentlemen, y/n’s man” edits and engenes make those “ladies and gentlemen, jungwon’s woman” edits

both fandoms love you two so dearly that the only hate you two got were from the delusional ones (who clearly aren’t actual fans)

when your last concert came around, he couldn’t bare seeing you cry when you said “this has been iz*one’s y/n, thank you everyone!”

he got flashbacks from when you cried during the final episode of produce 48 and he’s just.. sobbing bc he couldn’t be there to hold you

so the next day he rushed to your dorms with snacks and emotional support bc you were emotionally exhausted from accepting the fact that your journey with iz*one is finally ending

you felt extremely lucky to be in his arms and he felt extremely lucky too that he’s able to make you feel a little better

★ riki - weeekly

you were both on weekly weeekly idol together

and both you and riki being main dancers, you were asked to do random dance together

a few popular songs played and the both of you did the choreos

until after school started playing and the boy did the chorus’ choreo and you were like “woah???”

bc he was so INTO ITTTT

the song was basically made for him to cover it

and the mcs saw your reaction so they asked him to do it once again but this time with the whole group

after filming, he came up to you and was like “i’m a huge fan of yours” and you’re just like ):&/£]>\**_£]

“woah really???? i rooted for you on i-land”

and his face just lights up bc his huge crush on you developed even more

you became besties since then but he didn’t ask you out until your birthday

he took you out to a puppy café, knowing you were obsessed with dogs

you’d ask him to show you pictures and videos of bisco

“i better meet bisco once we go to japan together”

melted at the thought of traveling to his hometown with you

anyways

once you left the café, he kissed you in front of your dorms

and somehow he became your boyfriend <3

riki as a bf isn’t really a very public person

he’s the “this is our relationship, not the public’s” type of person

he doesn’t wanna risk companies wanting to exploit your relationship

although he doesn’t talk about you two much, he loves to brag about you when given the chance

whenever variety show hosts would fawn over you he’d just look them in the eyes dead and go “she’s mine”

[silky-stories]

Whitty having a nightmare about accidentally killing his s/o and reader comforting him with cuddles? 👀

Sure thing! Sorry for the wait by the way, the ask ended up glitching and disappeared for the longest time ^^;;

Hope this turned out alright!

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Too Dangerous {Whitty/Reader}

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Words: 1788

Related Song: sagun - I’ll Keep You Safe (feat. Shiloh) https://youtu.be/7ly7Mhle-4M

Summary: Whitty is scared of losing control and hurting his partner, thankfully his partner is a magician and knows how to make all of his worries disappear.

Disclaimer/s: Death, blood, small description of dead body, a bit of swearing, crying and panic attacks

Notes: (Please read) The start is pretty graphic and may be hard to read for some people, so there’s a double line down further that you can scroll to if you want to skip that part. It gets happy though, don’t worry :)! Also Whitty’s dialogue is in orange, Y/n’s is in blue!

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Numb.

That’s how he always felt after this happened.

After he lost his cool.

After he lost himself.

After his body gave in and combusted into the hot red plumes of rage, engulfing and ripping his body apart in one swift action.

...

After he exploded.

It never took long for his body to piece itself back together, for his pieces to come back and connect and rejoin one another, allowing his mind and consciousness to slowly but surely become clearer.

It was like puzzle pieces, all eventually finding their place as the picture that was his senses to come together, becoming complete once more.

None of this was new to him, he had experienced it many times before.

Only... something was wrong this time.

His vision was still very blurry, but he could make out a few colours, red being the most prominent.

He had never felt especially impatient to regain his senses, but the further along his accelerated recovery was, the more his half healed subconscious screamed that something bad had happened.

It wasn’t until he regained his sense of smell back that he started panicking.

The thick smell of copper and rust that cut through the air quickly invaded his lungs, violating his airways with the essence of metal and death.

Maybe it was the familiarity that scared him the most but...

He knew the smell of blood all too well.

The red he saw was immediately more violent and harsh than it seemed to be before, he stumbled closer to the scene with eyes only partially focused.

His legs still lacked most of the feeling in them, but he managed.

He needed to see what it was, he needed to know who it was. The speed that his blood rushed through his body only sped up his recovery as the picture finally came together.

...

He couldn’t keep his footing as he finally made out what laid before him.

You.

Your bleeding, broken form laid still on the concrete.

He couldn’t move.

Couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

...

He was trying to breathe.

Why couldn’t he breathe?

...

Suddenly everything hurt. His head hurt. His eyes hurt. His hands hurt. His body screamed in agony and grief at the loss of one of the few people that cared. One of the few that loved him.

What could he do now though?

You were dead.

He had killed you.

It was his fault.

It was all his fault.

It was all his fault.

It was all his fault.

It was all his fault.

It was-

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Whitty’s eyes snapped open as he hastily sucked in a gasp of air.

He laid there, motionless, greedily filling his lungs with the oxygen that his unconscious mind believed so strongly that he had been deprived of.

He could hear how shaky his breaths were despite the numbness, he was practically hyperventilating as he gave the ceiling a wide-eyed stare.

His form felt frozen in place as images from his dream flashed in front of his open eyes like a movie.

His stillness was disturbed only when you shifted beside him, he flinched, quite violently actually, as your head bumped into his arm.

The groan and words that came from you were his first indication that he shouldn’t have done that.

You were up.

Shit.

“Whitty..? Are you... mmph, are you alright?” You yawned as you propped yourself up in bed beside him, taking a moment to rub the sleep out of your eyes so you could look at him.

When you opened your eyes you saw that he had flinched back from laying down into a sitting up position. He was staring down at you, being the skyscraper that he was. Although there was only one thing that stood out to you, sobering you up from your sleep-drunk state.

“Y... y-yeah sorry I uh... didn’t mean to wake you u-”

“Wait, why are you crying?”

He paused, only now noticing the dark and warm trails that trickled down his face. He was quick to look away to try to wipe them out of existence, the concern on your face had only deepened when he looked back.

“It’s really nothing you... you don’t... don’t have to worry... about me... s-sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

He was a mess and couldn’t piece together a sentence to save his life at the moment but he hoped it would be at least slightly convincing.

He really shouldn’t have thought that.

You very clearly weren’t convinced as you gingerly took hold of his upper arms and guided him to you, leaning back and wrapping his arms around your body as you followed suit with your arms around him.

He wanted to protest, he wanted to further reassure you that he was fine and let you go back to sleep so you didn’t have to deal with his emotional baggage at three in the morning. When he looked up at your patient but distressed expression though, made contact with those eyes that told him that he wouldn’t be judged for whatever it was that had upset him... he just couldn’t hold it in.

It started with tears silently starting to flow again as he pressed his face into your abdomen to hide them, his body starting to tremble in your embrace. It didn’t take very long for him to break into choked sobs, gripping at the t-shirt you had worn to bed like it was his last lifeline.

“Oh Whitty... I’m here, everything’s alright...”

You had no idea what it was that had upset him yet, but the need to console him was intense and immediate. Your hands moved to the positions that had worked before, one on the back of his head and one on his back. Small circular motions were what you started with on his back, gently caressing his head with your other hand as you allowed him the time he needed to vent out his emotions.

This went on for around ten minutes. You didn’t really care, you weren’t watching the clock.

He had stopped crying within the first five, but it took another five minutes to regulate his breathing. Now he was breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, the way you had showed him to before when he needed help to calm down.

You continued to console him through actions, waiting to see if he would initiate the conversation you knew he was ready for now.

He turned his head to the side while still keeping his grip on your torso, he looked exhausted.

“...Y/n?”

You were glad you waited.

“Yes?”

“Do you ever think that I’m...”

You didn’t try to push him to finish his sentence, you knew he just needed a moment to get his words straight.

“...too dangerous to be around?”

You didn’t want to ask, you really didn’t, but you needed the context if you wanted to help him feel better.

“In what way?”

His expression soured as he glared at nothing from across the room.

“There’s a reason why there’s people after me, Y/n...”

Oh.

Oh.

He meant himself being who he was that dangerous.

Well that just wouldn’t do.

“Oh Whitty, why would I think that?”

“Because I fucking am!”

His sudden outburst didn’t frighten you, you had gotten used to them a long time ago.

“I’m unpredictable and can’t control myself sometimes! What will happen if you’re around me when I lose control? Human bodies can’t piece themselves back together Y/n!”

You kept silent as you took in everything he said, committing it all to memory since you knew that these were valid concerns and he needed to lay them all out if he wanted to address them.

“I love you... so damn much... but I’d rather be on the other side of the world if I knew that it would protect you from me!”

He moved to look up at you, the fear in his eyes was heartbreaking.

“I couldn’t... I couldn’t live with myself if I knew that it was me that... that killed you...”

There it was, the heavy statement that served as a queue for you to speak, you could see the anticipation in his eyes. It was peculiar actually, the look he held, it was like he was expecting you to agree with everything he just said and run or something...

You tightened your embrace around him to stamp that thought out of existence.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, you know?”

“I... huh?”

“I’ve seen the amount of times that you’ve been close to losing it, I know how hard it can be to stay in control.”

He couldn’t hold contact with your eyes, the amount of pure love and care for him was overwhelming after all the fear and desperation that he had just given in return.

“But I’ve also seen how much better you’ve gotten at keeping control.”

That was a surprise to him, but you knew that he would know what you were talking about if you gave some examples.

“Remember the guy in the grocery store? You looked like you wanted to rip his head off, and I didn’t blame you.”

You chuckled at the memory of the guy that decided to try to argue why the two of you shouldn’t be together since you were human and he wasn’t. The man was frustrating and made no sense at all, but Whitty’s fuse didn’t even spark, he didn’t lose himself to anger. He gave the guy the sharpest glare he’s ever done, told him to ind his own damn business, and then lightly took your hand and continued on.

His show of restraint was impressive to say the very least.

“You’ve been getting really good with controlling yourself, and we’re still working on it too. I’m not scared of you and definitely don’t plan on going to the other side of the world.”

Your grin was infectious, he hated and loved how infectious your grin was as he tried to stifle the small smile working it’s way up onto his face.

“I’m so proud of how hard you’ve been trying to keep control of yourself, and I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”

He... he let himself smile after that.

“I don’t deserve you...”

“And you’re clearly overtired since you’re just saying nonsense now.”

He chuckled, it was hoarse and faint but it was a wonderful sound.

“Really though, let’s try and get you back to sleep, okay?”

He pushed himself up further on the bed and carefully intertwined his body with yours, breathing out a sigh as he buried his face in your hair.

“I love you...”

“I love you too.”

[sparknoteslitmemes]

[luvlorn]

friend of a friend [karljacobs]

pairing: karl jacobs x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: a last minute invite to a game of among us goes much differently than you originally anticipated.

wc: 1.2k

anon asked: “karl jacobs imagine where the reader isn’t really a streamer or anything theyre a friend of a friend, and they play among us with karl and the whole dream smp and karl is flirting with them the whole time and all of the dream smp is teasing them and chat is going crazy!!"

a/n: fun fact, i hate among us. it's so overplayed imo and its boring to watch

tw: none, let me know if u see any i missed.

you sucked in a breath, nervously glancing at the 'join' button on your screen. your good friend, quackity, was currently live-streaming himself and some friends playing the hit game among us, and with a last minute pull out and no one responding, he reached out to you and asked if you would be okay with playing a few rounds.

you hadn't realized just how many viewers quackity really got. your eyes went wide upon seeing over 90,000 people watching him queue in the lobby. you suddenly panicked, but you'd already promised you'd play and the stream was waiting.

without letting yourself ponder for much longer, you hit the button, the familiar discord sound ringing through everyone's headsets. "hello!" you greeted, trying to push away the nerves and keep your voice steady.

"y/n!" quackity called, and you smiled. "guys, this is my awesome friend y/n! they're gonna play a few rounds with us since bad had to go early. chat! chat, everyone say hi!"

each person in the lobby greeted you in a mixed jumble of hellos, and with quackity's stream pulled up on your screen still, you watched as your name flew by the chat faster than you could blink, and you giggled nervously, muttering a small "hi chat!".

"y/n, we're playing with dream, george, sapnap, rae, sykkuno, corpse, brooke, karl, myself, and you! don't feel bad if you don't know who's who." he explained, and you hummed in agreement.

the game went smoothly, you growing more comfortable as it went on but deciding to keep more on the quiet side. that was, until you stumbled upon a body. quackity's body.

you quickly reported it, the meeting screen coming up and noting his body was the only one. "alright, who killed alex?" you asked loudly, and a distinctive laugh came from someone else. "who's laughing?" you demanded.

"that would be karl." a british accent called, who you learned to be george.

"hey, i'm just saying.. maybe he deserved to die. he's just actual dog water!" karl defended, and you grinned mischievously.

"that's a little bit.. suspicious of you, karl." you joked, and the call lit up with "oohs". "i say we vote him out, guys. i really don't know if he's imposter, but i want him gone."

"hey!" karl tried, but it was too late; everyone had voted. "y/n! how could you do this to me?" he asked as his body was shot out of the ship, and he was forced to mute. you giggled, thanking the group before muting yourself and heading off to do your next task.

after that round ended, you rolled your eyes upon seeing you were assigned the imposter role.

as your luck would have it, you were an imposter with karl, of all people.

you sighed, re-situating yourself and planning out a route. much to your misfortune, instead of splitting up, karl stuck by your side like glue.

you headed into medbay, taking a quick peek and seeing corpse and rae watching each other scan. you did a little dance in their direction and karl was quick to act, killing corpse while rae was mid-scan, and you killed her seconds later before hopping in a vent. karl followed, and after popping out into security and running, the button was called.

“rae and corpse were double killed in medbay!” brooke announced, and sykkuno’s loud gasp could be heard across the call, sparking a series of giggles.

“did you see anyone?” george asked, smoothly. brooke said no, making a comment about how they must’ve vented. you got slightly nervous, the adrenaline making it hard to lie.

luckily for you, karl piped up. “i was with y/n the whole time, we were in security.” he lied easily, and everyone seemed to take it well, the meeting ending with a skip. you breathed out in relief, smirking as you picked up on vouching for each other.

the rest of the round went smoothly, you and karl occasionally splitting to gain the trust of the other players, killing the occasional. the final ‘imposters win!’ screen came up and you unmuted, cheering loudly alongside karl.

“y/n, we make a pretty good team, don’t you think?” karl teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully, a small smile present on your lips.

“yeah, yeah. whatever karl, i carried.” you fired back, and quackity’s laugh rang through the call. you nearly forgot he was there: he died relatively early at the hands of karl.

a few more rounds went by, karl’s relentless efforts to protect you proving successful almost the entire game. “karl, will you leave y/n alone? i wanted to kill her!” quackity pouted, and karl giggled. your smile brightened at his contagious laughter.

“sorry, man. can’t let y/n die on me!” he commented, and you sighed, glancing at the time with sad eyes.

“hey guys, i think i’m gonna head off. that was a lot of fun! thank you so much for inviting me!” you announced, and a series of goodbyes rang through your ears.

“i owe you one, y/n! i’ll talk to you later!” quackity called out, and with a final laugh and goodbye, you left the discord call.

the crew decided after you left they had all had enough, so they bid goodbye to their respective streams and bid each other farewell.

quackity ended his live, quickly shooting over to discord to the infamous feral boys group chat and hitting call. the four boys picked up almost immediately, confused as to why he called so suddenly.

“karl, care to explain what that was with y/n?” quackity quipped, and the dream team burst into laughter, karl scoffing.

“what was what?” karl asked, innocently. of course he knew exactly what they were talking about, but he simply grinned like an idiot and sat back in his chair to listen.

"maybe if you weren't flirting with y/n the whole time you would've noticed how chat went crazy and how you're trending on twitter because of it!" quackity complained half-heartedly, smiling despite his words.

“can’t let y/n die on me!” george mocked in a high pitched voice, eliciting a loud wheeze from dream.

“guys, it wasn’t y/n. vote for me instead!” sapnap joined, making karl shake his head.

“so what? i didn’t want them to get out. what’s wrong with that?”

“karl, i don’t think i’ve ever heard you talk so much in an among us game ever, let alone flirting the whole time! if you want y/n’s number, just ask bro!” quackity laughed, and karl smiled brightly.

“well then, quackity, may i have y/n’s number?” karl asked, smoothly. the boys instantly began to whoop and cheer, applauding their friend on his confidence.

you heard a ding from your phone, quickly walking over and squinting as you adjusted to the light of your screen. a smile as bright as the screen illuminated your face once you saw the notification.

‘hey, it’s karl! i had a really great time today! i hope you don’t mind that quackity gave me your number!’

you quickly typed back a response, a giddy feeling rising in your chest.

‘trust me, karl. i don’t mind at all.’

[imaginearyparties]

I posted 3,311 times in 2022

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#5

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Natasha commits atrocities. You turn the stories of them into her sweetest sins. 

A/N: I didn't proofread this but @foreverindreamlandd and @aphrogeneias did so massive shoutout to them. Inspired by "Queen" by Perfume Genius, covered by Sizzy Rocket. Happy pride to the WLWs, here's some angst.

WARNINGS: 18+ minors please dni, foreplay (almost but not quite sex), semi-graphic discussions of death and violence, morally dubious reader

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454 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#4

psa

i am not going to write a sequel for you when you didn't even reblog the fic.

i am not going to write your request, that you sent to my dms without asking if i take requests, when i have never once seen you interact with my content.

i am not going to tag you in the sequel that i'm not going to write, when you have not even bothered to notice that the fic you're commenting on doesn't have a tag list.

fic writers are constantly begging for you to reblog our fics. to tell us something you liked about it instead of demanding more. if you're reading on this site, it is safe to assume that you've seen a post like this one.

i am not going out of my way for you when your actions demonstrate that you do not care about the time and effort that goes into my work. that you did not think it was worthy of sharing. so no, i am not writing you a sequel, or a request, or tagging you.

please do better when supporting fan creators. <3

814 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#3

attention - part two

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1,486 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

#2

attention | namor x reader

“Please don’t kill Riri,” you step out towards the front of the cell, placing yourself between Namor and your roommate. The g-d has his back to you but you can feel the shift that happens. You’ve caught the g-d’s attention.

Before today, you’d been acquaintances who shared a dorm. Riri had made fun of you for studying folklore and mythology at MIT. You had offered to share your microwave mac and cheese at 2 AM while you crammed for finals.

That feels like it was ages ago now. Riri doesn’t say anything but you feel her tense behind you. She’s a genius after all; with Shuri in the other room and Namor intent on killing her, she has no power over what the g-d chooses to do to you for speaking against him. You are not a genius. Nor are you a princess. And you’re certainly not a g-d. You’re just an idiot who thought her roommate was being abducted and didn’t have the sense not to follow her. Now you’re the prisoner of a Mayan serpent g-d and his blue-skinned merpeople.

Namor turns around slowly, with an air of casualty that strikes a stark contrast to how silent and still the room has gone. His deep brown eyes trail over you, taking in every inch. They spark with something too dangerous to be amusement.

“And who are you?” he asks, his accent flicking over the words like the devil’s forked tongue.

You gulp, but hold your head high. “She didn’t know about your people, she couldn’t have known she’d be putting you in danger.”

He steps forward, the soft pad of his bare feet in contrast with the sharpness of his gaze, the primal grace of his movement. His eyes scan you up and down, taking in every detail of you. You try to hold still, but you’re sure he caught you tensing. The barest hint of smirk tugs at his lips.

“That is not an answer to my question,” he tells you.

He is close enough to the bars of the cell that you can smell saltwater on him, see where it glistens against his exposed golden skin. You’re struck by the idea that this is what it feels like to be caught in a riptide.

“I’ll answer it if you leave her alone,” you reply.

A twitch of his right eyebrow, so quick you’d have missed it entirely if you’d blinked a half second later. Something dangerous glints in the murky depths of his brown eyes. Your veins thrum with the urge to run. You’re glued to the spot. You can’t seem to look away from him, no matter how much Riri tenses behind you, no matter how much your own mind screams at you not to pick a fight with a g-d.

“I asked your name, surface dweller.”

There’s something in his eye. It’s like being swept up in a strong current.

“Y/n,”the words fall from your lips before you’re even aware you conjured them.

“Y/n,” he tries the name on his tongue.

He takes another step towards the bars of your cell, close enough that you can smell the saltwater on his skin.

“What are you doing?” Shuri’s voice echoes on the marble. You don’t glance at her, and neither does he.

“Princess,” he smiles, eyes locked on yours, “I was just meeting your friend.”

He finally, finally turns his head to look at her. The spell is broken. Your eyes dart to Shuri as he moves towards her. Her brow furrows at you, alarms ringing out from behind her eyes. It is then that you realize your eyes are wide. It is then that you realize your chest is heaving.

You watch Namor’s back as he moves to Shuri, his gait less predatory than it had been a minute ago when he advanced on you.

“Come,” he tells her. “We have much to discuss.”

The two of them walk to the door, which he gestures for her to move through first. His eyes catch yours again. His smirk is foreboding, an omen only a g-d could conjure. Your mind begs you to look away. You ignore the omen and the pleading and hold his gaze again. The smirk widens. He walks out the door.

You’re struck with the terrible feeling that this isn’t the last of your interactions with Namor. You’d acquired the attention of a g-d. It is not lost so easily.

part two

2,684 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

it’s getting to be that time of year again so this is a friendly reminder to fanfic writers:

not everyone celebrates christmas

christmas is not synonymous with winter or coziness

calling explicitly non-christian characters/people "scrooges" or "grinches" for not celebrating christmas or not “being in the christmas spirit” is not chill

erasing an explicitly non-christian character/person’s identity by having them participate fully in christmas with no thought to their own religious/cultural traditions is not chill

i'm glad y'all are having fun with your holiday! just please be respectful to the people for whom it isn't a holiday.

19,553 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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I posted 336 times in 2022

That's 112 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 336 of my posts in 2022

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#i did however get to meet great-great uncle who was a marine during ww2 and had some genuinely hilarious stories about fucking over nazi's

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#5

Hey! Trans healthcare has hit a pretty shit patch in the UK, and after a horrifically upsetting fuck-up from my GP that left me spending 3 years believing I was on a gender clinic waiting list when I actually wasn’t - I’m biting the bullet and just going private.

As you can imagine, this isn’t going to be cheap. As well as being a full time student, I’m currently working two jobs to afford rent/food/clothes, and all that other good stuff, so forking out a bunch for HRT/surgery is uh. Not an option at this point. And I’m aware this country is in a financial shit patch, I absolutely am, and some of you are probably in the same situation as me, and that’s totally fine!

If any of you are in a position to be able to send something my way - even if it’s only a couple of quid, then my ko-fi is here: https://ko-fi.com/vincentmcl0368 If you’re not, then that’s totally fine too! Reblog this post, if you can, and maybe even stick it in your likes to come back to and reblog again later.

Everything helps - and of course I’ll be putting some money of my own towards this.

43 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

its me boy im john wilkes booth speaking to you from inside your brain. kill the president. go on. we dont need him. do it. 

44 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#3

I will say, as a Warehouse 13 fan who has never in his entire life watched an episode of Stranger Things, hearing Running Up That Hill literally everywhere I go on the internet at the moment is activating some sort of fight or flight instinct deep within me.

46 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#2

Every few months I just do a quick Google of Sherlock Holmes 3 to see if we’re any closer to getting Jude and Robert back. And we never fucking are. I’m this close to just sliding into a pit of despair. I have been actively waiting for this movie for over four years. Where is it. I need it. I’m going to fight Warner Bros in hand to hand combat. I need my homoerotic Holmes/Watson dynamic. I need Jude Law with that moustache and that little Watsonian spark of madness. I need it. I’m begging. Where the fuck is it. I’m going to scream.

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My #1 post of 2022

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You're very quiet. You good? Have you seen the new season?

Hey nony! Thank for checking in! 💜 Really appreciate it.

Sorry if I’ve been quiet, it’s a busy time of year and my brain has been all over the place. I’m just getting ready to load up the queue to hopefully get me through to the new year.

Yes, I have seen the new season, I binged it in one day and have been processing it since. Didn’t want to say too much right away to give people time to see it themselves, cause….spoilers.

Looking at some of the stuff popping up on Tumblr, I get the feeling that my thoughts on the season are going to be a bit different from the majority, but I’ll lay them out anyway and my reasons why.

To begin with, I enjoyed the season, It wasn’t quite what I was expecting, didn’t go the places with the story that I thought it would, but I generally liked it. There were some definite high points, most of them involving Lambert or Jaskier, and some less favourable parts but I generally enjoyed it.

Heres some boiled down points, I will do my best to not spoil directly:

1) I love Paul Bullion as Lambert, I thought he did a great job and his interactions with Coen was amazing. The Lambchop thing KILLED me! I want the Lambert and Coen show. I was glad to see him being very Lambert and not having swapped personalities with anyone. He was sarcastic and acerbic and fun. And he showed little signs of being genuinely nice under the bristles, which was perfect.

~1A) Just a side note that there are three Lamberts that live rent free in my brain. Game Lambert, Netflix Lambert and an ever evolving fandom hybrid which often looks like game!Lambert hiding the fact he’s actually a ginger, because I love that and I love stories about Aiden accidentally finding out. That or he looks like Sayuri’s young lambert :)

2) Jaskier. I liked seeing some changes and maturity to Jaskier, I loved his slightly dark arc but the spots of him still being this ridiculous, bright spark. I was very appreciative of THAT scene, so thank you Joey for your hard work. The interactions with Yen were divine, a level of enemies to friends that was just glorious. And I want a reel of just ALL the outtakes. And yes, I am one of those that prefers Jaskier to Dandelion. I really like the Polish Dandelion and his relationship with Geralt, but I prefer Jaskier for a whole host of reasons.

3) Yennefer. I liked seeing what she had to go through, I think it will show more growth for the character and I loved seeing her still pretty badass. She has things to deal with and that’ll be cool to see. Seeing an Istredd and Geralt interaction that WASN’T centred around Yen, was really nice. And I don’t love the parts of book or game Yen where she is just an outright bitch to Geralt. I’m hoping they lose that and, so far, it looks like its going that way.

4) Cahir. Oooh, he’s going to be interesting. We thought he’d hit bottom but I think that’s still coming and it will be fun to watch. People complaining about the reveal at the end being too soon, I didn’t see any reason to keep hiding it since it was pretty much a non secret.

5) Elves. I’m open to seeing where that’s going, I liked seeing more of Filivandrel, but I don’t care deeply for them. I will just watch and see.

6) Ciri. Funny enough, I have very little strong interest in Ciri. I KNOW she’s like the whole point of a lot of this and Freya is doing a fantastic job depicting her, I don’t dislike the character, I just don’t have a love for her that others do. The closest I get is the (vain) hope of seeing more interaction between her and Avallac’h outside book!verse, after W3 time wise maybe.

(Checks notes to see if there is anything else before tackling the BIG ONE)

7) Eskel. So, I can see that fandom has A LOT of feelings about this topic. I….don’t? Let me explain why.

I’m looking at this whole thing from two combined viewpoints.

The first is that I know that no adaptation will ever match the beloved version of Eskel in my head. That’s a literal impossibility. Game Eskel is the closest and even he only makes up part of it. Being in fandom, especially BOOK fandom of various sorts, for so long means that I have learned the valuable lesson to find the things I love in each adaptation and just let the rest ride. Don’t get too hung up on it, that road leads to stress and madness. Yes, I still get disappointed by things but I just face it, deal with it and move on. No adaptation will ever quite match and they don’t change the original or the source material…I can always go back to that if I prefer. Netflix is obviously creating their own variation of the Witcher world, putting their own stamp on it while using the books as a bouncing off point. At the moment, I am here for that and just enjoying the ride.

The second is that Netflix Eskel was NEVER going to be my Eskel, not even close, and I dealt with that ages ago. So I went in not expecting to get attached and I didn’t and so I’m not overly affected by what happened. I think, had they gone with more of what we saw in the flash back, I would have found more to love in this version but I’m not adversely affected in the long run. (I guess I’m a bit sad to miss out on at least seeing more of THAT version, he seemed fun.)

Reasons:

7A) Basil is a lovely actor and I have no issues with him, though I know almost none of his work, but he was too young and too “delicate” from the get go for me. He’s a youngling and I wish he’d had the chance at another character that he could really put his stamp on. Thue would have been slightly better, more age appropriate for one thing, but who knows how that would have gone. We will never know.

7B) I normally avoid leaks and spoilers like the plague that they are but THAT leak was important and it made it into my feed multiple times. I was braced for it, so to speak. And it was always going to be that way as we have Lauren saying that season 2 was written before 1 even screened and images of Thue being fitted up for a body casting. Do I love it? Of course not, I feel its a bit of a waste of a character that could have been better used even if he was never the version I wanted to see and I feel for those that are having strong feelings about the whole thing. I just refuse to let myself get tied in knots over it.

(My head is already building a palace where Lambchop and Coen bounce off each other like ping pong balls and tell each other bad jokes all day lol)

Note: I made a post a while back about pronunciation of Eskel’s name and it’s funny because it is still Es-kel when I’m thinking of the character in general but the Netflix version is Eskl. Talk about compartmentalising! Thanks brain, you weirdo.

I think the part that saddened me the most was actually very story appropriate and that’s the loss of the other Witchers, the slowly reducing number. That part is heartbreaking, as I would happily just watch hours of normal daily life of a full Witcher keep. I live for Inexplicifics’ Accidental Warlord verse and all of it’s inspired offshoots.

So, that’s me. Sorry it’s so long. And I should have stuff posting again shortly. ☺️