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blueberrypancakesworld · 4 months

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Just be yourself - Sub/Dom

Coriolanus x fem!reader

sub!Coriolanus x dom!fem-reader

warning : drugging without consent, it's kinda non-con (eventho there are mutual feelings), kissing, dry-humping, snake, minor blood play.

Summary : Dr.Gaul is known all over the Capitol but so are here brilliant helpers and students. Young woman and men in their own studys while providing Gaul with new potions, tricks and animals. So what can happen if a rather naive Coriolanus gets with one of the students...it ends in something mad.

Info : So I cant believe that this is just my second piece I have written for him here. I need to write more and have some ideas and we need more sub Coriolanus ;) As always have fun reading everyone and this took way longer than it was planned.

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Coriolanus Snow was the top student at the Capitol Academy. He was the model example of a blameless good boy who had the future ahead of him.

He had recently joined Dr. Gaul's lab, not only was he so confident of getting better nites, but he had also found someone in the lab, a young assistant and scientist to Dr. Gaul.

She was a little older than him but he admired the way she looked at things, the excitement of exploration and just like him she came from a background she would have done anything to get to the top. Ever since he had seen her at the doctor's side, he had lost his heart to her, at least as far as his pride could tell.

Snow ended up on top. Always. It was no different with his favorite since he had shown up at her house after class, a meadow rose in his hand, he was sure he had her figured out.

He had seen the way her eyes had lit up with devotion and love. ,, Beautiful like you," he had said to her when she had checked in with him and they had gone on their first real date together in a cafe in the Capitol.

They drank tea together and talked, telling him about Dr. Gaul, his sweetness not seeing that she was giving him what he wanted. Information at the cost of love.

But all this time he was blind. The snow may land on top but it is nothing to the sun. He saw what he wanted to see in her.

He saw her happiness when they saw each other, the same happiness that was in him when he took her hand and kissed it gently and carefully. Not knowing that there was something different in each of them.

The bird in him seeing only the sky almost naive about the love between them. In her the snake that looked pretty but as soon as it bit you knew how painful it could be.

They both kissed each other goodbye in the evening, the rose in her hand with the smile on her lips and the warm cheeks. His actions made her react to him, didn't they? She wanted to see him again before she went back home...at least that's what she let him know.

He didn't need to know where she lived exactly, he knew she wasn't from the Capitol, he knew she had a good family like he once had and he knew she had money.

What he also knew was that she was an employee of Dr. Gaul, the woman with the different eye colors had discovered her and immediately added her to her team.

,,I take it you're keeping to your subject?" the older woman asked, looking up from her hand which had a snake on it as her employee and fellow researcher came in.

,,Of course he's perfect...it's going to be a sight to behold the snow will always have to melt eventually" said the younger one and took the snake from the older one.

Her own creation, the project that had earned her Gaul's respect. The black animal with the pinkish-red eyes and the black scales that shimmered pink in the light wrapped itself around its owner's arm.

Gaul nodded understandingly to her before the younger woman left the house dream, pausing at the door that led further into the laboratory. ,,I'm expecting a writeup and a record," Gaul said, and she knew exactly what her forbearer meant - it would be a spectacle to behold. A spectacle she would never let him forget.

Because she knew he would come to her. She heard his footsteps in the corridors the following evening. When he knocked on her door and came in. His blue eyes darting over the darkness, he was rarely in her room in the lab.

But he had never questioned why she had a large double bed designed for two people, a large writing table with lots of projects, the terrarium for her snake or the coffee table with the two armchairs.

He hadn't really paid attention to the furnishings. ,,A rose for my heart," she heard him say and she got up from her seat at the desk, an embarrassed smile playing around her lips, as always.

,,Coryo it's beautiful thank you" she replied and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek knowing he had hoped for more but he would have to be patient he would learn that he was not first in line.

At least not when he was with her. Putting the rose in the terrarium, she looked at her darling for a moment before pointing to the table and the armchairs.

,,Tea? I thought we could just enjoy the evening talking about the new book, a few school topics perhaps?" she suggested when she hadn't quite given him a reason why she wanted to see him. But he had come like a dog who wanted his owner's approval. He had this need inside him, she just had to bring it out.

Snow sat down and looked at his darling as she poured the tea, standing with her back to him, not seeing her open the small vial of her snake's pink poison and pour it into his cup. ,,Strawberry tea, sweet and soothing," she said, telling him that her grandmother had given it to her for the winter when the weather got colder.

,,Thank you," he said and took the tea, a smile playing around his lips and he closed his eyes for a moment as he took the first cautious sip after blowing.

She watched him, an unsuspecting smile playing around her lips as she took a sip of the tea herself. Her counterpart seemed to enjoy the sweetness complimented her grandmother for picking out the tea before they got into a light conversation about the latest and final work before graduation.

Every now and then she took a sip of the tea and paid attention to him. On his actually calm breathing, which slowly became deeper, as if he was trying to clean his thoughts, which were slowly becoming clogged with lust, by breathing oxygen.

The lips that suddenly seemed too dry made him drink even more and lick over them. Not wanting to notice anything and leaning back in the armchair to put the empty cup down.

His thin, perfectly formed fingers held on to the chair. His black suit trousers seemed to be getting too tight and he undid the first button of his white shirt.

,,Is everything all right, my snowflake?" she asked as she finished her tea and placed the cup on the table. Her gaze was free of any accusations and showed slight concern.

She saw a thought come briefly into his bright blue eyes. The pupils widened imperceptibly and yet he was drowning in the sweetness of the tea, the lust and his devotion.

The snow melted under poison and would slide into her hands. ,,Yes...yes, I think I...need air," he replied, averting his gaze and rising, only seeming to cling to the chair more tightly.

But no matter how many times he breathed, no matter how many times he tried to clear his head, it wouldn't do any good.

,,Are you sure?" she asked, slowly getting up from the chair and walking slowly after him, seeing him almost stumble against the door and try to open it. ,,Closed?" she heard him mumble as he turned to her and she felt his helpless look make her heart beat faster.

She shook her curly hair, which had not been sitting properly for a long time, through his head to clear his thoughts.

,,Are you sure you don't want to stay... to finally be good for me?" she asked, stopping in front of him and running her hand through his hair, watching him lean into her touch for a moment.

When he pulled back he didn't want to admit that he really needed it. He was a Snow he would always end up on top not like a whore on the bottom.

But his pride quickly disappeared as her hand closed around his neck and she pulled him into a demanding kiss. Her own body wanted more of him, she wanted to finally break him.

She knew that he wanted to be dominated, that his arrogance and pride were all fake.

He was made to be used like a toy for her and her explorations, and not to be the best.

She could feel him resisting, or rather trying to resist her. But she noticed exactly how he held on to her, his fingers searching for hers, wanting to pull her towards him, wanting more of her.

But at that moment she broke away from him, interrupting the kiss that had deprived him of all oxygen. Yet what she saw excited her all the more.

His hair was even more frizzy, his eyes desperately still, begging for more, his lips rosy from the kiss. ,,If your father saw you like this, Coriolanus," she said suggestively and turned away from him, knowing that fear was showing on his face.

But the whimper that escaped him was audible to her, to himself and to the small camera hidden in her terrarium.

Dr.Gaul got more than just a written elaboration. ,,Please darling...I-I" he stammered, almost stumbling towards her as the slap echoed through the room. It wasn't necessarily hard, but in his sworn state it had brought him to the floor.

He barely managed to hold on to the armchair so that he didn't end up on the ground completely without support. ,,Please? Oh please what boy? Please smile, please another tea, please another rose?" she asked him, bending down and pulling him up slightly by his white hair.

She heard the mix of painfully aroused moans and saw his hands trembling as he resisted clawing at her to get her off.

Before she gripped his jaw and forced him to look up at her, knowing full well that he was looking miserable.

,,You have nothing proud about you anymore Coryo...I mean aren't you so vulgar in front of me?" she continued to ask and placed her foot on his hard core hearing the groan.

The closing of his eyes for a moment as his painful arousal finally got attention the twitching of his cock he just had to beg for attention.

A sob escaped his lips as she eased the pressure knowing that his pride was raging inside him, he wanted to rise but any attempts were stifled by his sloppy, sloppy nature. ,,Yes-yes, I'm ashamed," he mumbled and looked down, unable to withstand her gaze.

However, this resulted in another slap, stronger than the previous one, and a painful sound left him. ,,Don't play like that bitch!" she hissed warningly and gripped his jaw tighter again, she had seen very well that he had moved his hips, seeking arousal through the pain.

She pressed her foot back harder painfully on his cock so he couldn't escape and his fingers scraped the floor.

His hips moved sporadically from time to time and she saw how he must be on the verge of tears. ,,I'm sorry I was stupid I'm sorry Mommy" he said hastily almost seeming to choke on his own breath and his lips trembled for a moment before she saw it.

He had called her that of his own accord, what a good boy. The small trickle of blood that ran from his nose was caused by the beating.

He never seemed to have been beaten, at least not so hard, what a shame. But she would take good care of him, she knew, and her beloved would learn.

Wiping the blood with her free hand and getting her fingers dirty, she saw how fascinated he suddenly seemed.

As if something had changed in him for a moment, ,,I-I'll be good, I promise," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

She released his jaw, giving him the space he needed before the wide smile came to her lips.

He began to kiss her stained hand, kissing every spot of stained skin, staining his own lips with it, resembling his school uniform. Like the red lipstick of a whore.

She let him and rewarded him by stroking his head, hearing the muffled moans as he began to lick the blood from her fingers.

His darling played with the strands of hair that were so soft she would have loved to go on like this forever.

If she hadn't felt her own arousal, the almost throbbing of her center, the wetness that was already sticking to her panties as a stain, the hard nipples.

She wanted him all the more. ,,Such a good boy you are, go on," came softly from her lips and gave him a little more room so that he could rub his hips and hardness against her leg like a wild dog.

He was still licking her fingers and she suddenly pushed them into his mouth.

She heard the surprised gagging as he took a moment but began to suck on it all the more joyfully.

Soon the muffled moans could be heard in the room, blood and spit hanging from his lips as he continued to look at her.

Always watching her, but this time with devotion and respect from where he should always be. Below. ,,My little baby deserves a toy," she announced, letting go of his hair and reaching into the terrarium within reach.

Seeing that the camera was still recording everything, she felt how the thought of being able to look at all of this as closely as she wanted caused an exciting tingling in her belly.

,,Say hello Cupid this is Mommy's boy Coryo" she introduced her pet to Coriolanus who seemed slightly confused for a moment before another wave of arousal pulled him back after needing more and he continued to suck on her fingers.

The snake watched him with its bright eyes before receiving a small kiss from its owner and Snow gave the animal an almost jealous look. ,,Not at all Snow, Mommy's here for both of you," she smiled and stroked his hair again, starting to play with his curls and putting Cupid down on him.

The snake seemed to know its creator's intentions and coiled itself around the older man's neck.

The scales cold and warm at the same time, unpredictable as the lust of the aphrodisiac it produced, Snow drew in an almost gasping breath only to groan the next moment as she removed her hand from his mouth.

A string of spit hung between them before she wiped it away and returned to her libeling.

She could feel him rubbing himself against her faster and faster, his arousal showing the first drops of pleasure, slightly visible on the dark fabric in the light.

,,That's good," she praised her two pets and Cupid tightened his grip around Snow's neck, causing him to actually shed a tear as the air he was deprived of and struggled to get seemed to bring him to the brink of unconsciousness.

But it didn't bother him or her. ,,You like it," she said the obvious and tilted her head slightly as he nuzzled his cheek against her thigh.

The viscous mix of saliva and blood with tears stained her clothes but she would punish him for that later, he had other tasks to fulfill.

,,Yes-ahh yes do fuck-it" he mumbled, barely able to speak properly as he seemed to be too focused on getting oxygen into his system with each difficult move.

She let him go on for a moment, stroking his hair reassuringly and pulling at the strands every now and then, which made his eyelids flutter and he only uttered something incomprehensible.

,,You want to come? Were you good for Mammy?" she finally asked when he had reached a rhythm that was no longer really definable and was just there to get his climax.

He nodded hastily, unable to produce a proper sentence, and she tugged at his strands to get a yes.

One last demanding look on her part, delighting in his submissiveness before she said, ,,Be a good boy and come for Mommy," Cupid pulled so tightly around his neck that Coryo lost his breath and got his orgasm with a breathy groan.

He leaned against her, breathing heavily, his eyes closed, a light film of sweat on his skin, his fingers trembling every now and then, and she felt the wetness on her leg when she saw the stain on his crotch. Coriolanus was a real whore on the inside.

As she broke away from him, Cupid was still wrapped around his neck, giving him air so he wouldn't lose consciousness. Snow almost toppled forward, barely holding himself up so his head didn't hit the ground.

He barely noticed the spit and blood that had dripped onto the floor as he searched for her.

His beloved sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly apart and slowly pulled up her skirt. ,,Did you think it was over?" she began, smirking as she saw his helpless expression when he had yet to receive a reward, a hug, devotion and affection.

,,You are truly naive my pretty one...now come here and let me use you will you?" she demanded, seeing how he still didn't quite understand the poison slowly leaking from his body from the sweat and exertion and she made a mental note to increase it.

She saw the flicker of vengeance and pride in the blue of his eyes and knew that if she let him go, her experiment would be in vain.

But she wouldn't. You have to break every bone in a pretty bird to stop it from flying.

A disappointed sigh came over her lips as she realized that he had just gambled away his reward before she snapped.

She heard a hiss and Cupid bit him on the neck, the venom soaking directly into the blood and she heard his almost pitiful whimper as he let out an ,,I'm sorry-I'm sorry Mommy" and he scrambled towards her.

She saw exactly how he was getting hard again, the drug making him do everything she wanted, but it was only a matter of time before he did it on his own. Like a good boy.

Like he was now as he slowly settled between her thighs, making an apologetic noise that sounded more like a mewl.

Coryo began to kiss his way up her legs, caressing her and showing her that she was everything to him.

Oh, he would be perfect for his Mommy, he would do anything for her.

She knew that as she looked once more into those beautiful lust-filled eyes.

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@tinfairies it's finally done hope you like it ;)

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multi-fxndom446 · 1 year

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I’d give up forever

Hawks x reader

Warnings: cussing, slight angst, SPOILERS, the length alone should be warning in itself😭 timeline also may be a little fucked oh well. Sarcasm

Summary: Keigo is definitely not falling in love with you

Inspired by these lyrics in Iris:

I’d give up forever to touch you

You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be and I don’t wanna go home right now

I don’t want the world to see me

Cause I don’t think that’d they’d understand

I just want you to know who I am

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It’s cold.

Freezing even.

But hawks didn’t care. He’s to tired to care. This life can become a tiresome one when you feel like you have nothing to live for other then gathering information for hero’s.

He was so tired.

Flying around for hours on end, keeping his senses alert for any sort of danger then in the late hours of the night he’d stalk away to the darkest corners to meet with the league to continue to try and prove his loyalty to them.

It was all to much. He just needed the world to stop, to slow down for one minute. One god forsaken minute. But it wouldn’t. At least not yet.

People below him would shout up at him in glee all day, children chased him till there legs grew tired, paparazzi was always on his ass and for once he just needed to be away from society.

Which is exactly what he was doing now. His shift ended hours ago and for once he didn’t have to meet up with the league so he took the time to scout out a building with a nice view away from the city and soon enough he found it.

It was an apartment building on the outskirts of town, hardly noticeable. He landed on the roof of the building, it wasn’t the tallest but he just wanted something that would allow him to breathe.

He sat on the edge of the building and pulled his coat tighter around his face while the chilled air blew past him.

The passerby’s never would assume the number two hero would be all the way out here so none of them cared to look up at the building, they just continued about there night.

He was happy for one moment just a singular moment till he heard a door on the roof slam open and a loud “hey!” Hawks let out an anguished sigh, letting his head drop down. “You’re not gonna jump are you?”

That caught him off guard. He looked back at the person, at you, then looked down the building at what would not be a deadly drop at all. “No?” He replied

You sighed in relief. “Good you would’ve made my job a hell of a lot harder.” You said as you made your way to him, letting the door you slammed open shut softly behind you.

“You’re not paparazzi are you?”

You looked over at him in utter offense, “do I look like paparazzi?”

Now that he took a better look at you, you definitely didn’t look like paparazzi. You were in pajamas with fuzzy slippers on and your hair was pinned up. “I guess not.”

Minutes of silence passed where the hero was hoping you would leave but you stayed glued to your spot a few feet away from him. “You took away my think on a building top time.” He finally muttered, glancing at you.

You shrugged, “not my fault you decided my apartment was the building of your choosing. I pay to live here this is technically my building top. Whats your excuse?”

“Just wanted a moment to breathe.” You finally looked towards him and saw the distant look in his eyes when he glanced away from you.

“Being number two is hard isn’t it?” He nodded slightly. “Well you can use my roof top anytime you need. All the civilians out here are old folks so they won’t bother you. Cant say the same for me.”

Finally you started heading back inside. “You’re leaving?” His words came out faster then he could realize. You turned back to him with a grin.

“Well I know you’re not suicidal anynore so yeah. You did give me a heart attack though.” You pointed back towards him “not every day you see someone legs dangling from your window.”

Hawks quickly looked down again to see if you were right and sure enough your kitchen window was right where his feet were. He turned back to you, “I’m s-“ but was met with the soft click of the door closing shut.

Needless to say he pulled his feet away from your window.

It wouldn’t be until weeks later that hawks would return to your apartment building. The League, more specifically Dabi, had been on his every movement and he was exhausted of options on where to hide out to find peace.

Is what he’d like to say about why he found himself ontop your building again. But in truth he found himself there again after weeks of thinking about you, something about you peaked his interest and finally he came back.

It was dark when he came back and he could see your were already on the roof looking out at the city. “You’re not gonna jump are you?” He asked, watching you jump and turn to him quickly.

You tsked and rolled your eyes at him when you saw the faint smirk on his face. “Of course not.”

“Oh good.” He said while he landed softly next to just a few feet away and suddenly he had a sense of De ja vu. “You made my job a whole lot easier.”

He smiled slightly when you breathed out a little laugh at him starting the conversation the same way you had all those weeks ago. You were silent for a moment before you let a grin slip, “you ruined my think on a building time.” You finally said

He laughed, “terribly sorry, want me to leave?” At this you pretended to ponder on the thought before shaking your head softly.

“I suppose it’s okay.” You glanced at him smiling gently. One thing you couldn’t deny, the man was incredibly handsome. “What brings the number two pro back here anyways?”

You.

Is what he wants to say but stops himself before he does. “To escape work.” He sneaks a glance at you while you weren’t paying attention. “And the fangirls.”

“Oh but why they must be so fun!” You exaggerate, turning to him with the most lovesick look you could put on.

He smiles and gives into your jokes. “Don’t tell me your my number one fangirl and you followed me all day just to catch me here?”

You gasped, “oh my I thought I hid it better.” You frowned and pouted your lip. He wouldn’t admit how cute he thought the action was. Before he could think about it more you started dying laughing and you smacked him on the arm. “As if hawks. If anything I’m your biggest hater you make my job so difficult.”

He raised an eyebrow at you suddenly realizing he never asked what you do. “And what is your job exactly?”

“I work at a hero agency.” You replied simply but he felt like his heart stopped for a second.

‘Don’t tell me you work at my agency?’ He pleaded with himself. That would make him look like such a dick for not recognizing you.

You, seeming to understand his look, quickly shook your head. “Not your agency! Endeavors!” You got out and he visibly relaxed. “I work in an office with like 20 other people who keep up his appearance as best as we can. So bad articles, rumors. All of them. They get sent to us and we twist it however we need to to keep up his image. So imagine what I’d have to write that night if you jumped ‘endeavors best friend dead’”

Hawks turned to you quickly, “I’m his best friend?!”

“You wish.” You replied quickly and he frowned. “I think if he could he would’ve killed you by now, you cause him a lot of trouble.”

“We’ve only talked a few times!” He defended which was true, they had only spoken a few times after the rating and had a few small conversations before them.

“So imagine how much trouble you are from only a few conversations!” You laughed, bumping his shoulder and his frown melted into a small smile. “Anyways tell me about yourself.”

Immediately his guard went up, something you noticed. “What’s there to know? You already know everything?” You eyed him. He had a carefree smirk on his face so you decided to play.

“Like what, that you hold the record for youngest top pro hero?”

His smirk only grew, “you looked me up?”

“It’s common knowledge.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small pink that dusted your cheeks. He went to open his mouth with probably another smart remark when he quickly turned away from you with a hand held up to his head phones. You had eyed them earlier but didn’t know what he actually used them for, it looked like it was a communication device.

Finally, he turned back to you with an easy grin. “Sorry, gotta head out duty calls.” He started flying up, “let’s continue this another time,” for the second time that night hawks was mortified he didn’t ask your name.

You laughed at his expression. “Y/n. And we will.” You smiled, watching him fly away.

The following days Hawks would find himself at your building more often then not. Sometimes you’d be there and sometimes you wouldn’t. One of the nights he finally caught you he was waiting on the edge of your balcony and scared you shitless.

You had explained to him then that with Endeavor reaching number 1 the bad articles had become ten times worse with criticism and spiteful rumors. It was the same night you finally invited him into your apartment.

The two of you talked for hours on end while you ate and drank wine. He only had one glass so he was still sober enough to hear you spill every detail about your life to him and he gave you as little information about him as he could.

He could tell it bothered you a little that he wouldn’t open up but you didn’t pry and for that he was appreciative. Finally after you had drank through enough wine your eyes became droopy and you fell asleep on his shoulder.

He would definitely leave out the part where it made his heart skip a beat.

The next day when he went to Endeavors office building he searched for you but had no idea where to even start and he was trying to be discreet about it.

He did ask the number 1 himself a few days prior but of course he had never even heard your name before and why would he in such a huge company like his. “Ah you should pay more attention to your employees.” Hawks had scolded him at the time and was only met with a grunt in annoyance while Endeavor continued to try and avoid him.

“Excuse me?” He stopped at the reception desk. The poor girl looked absolutely stunned. “I’m sorry to ask but do you know a Y/n that works here?”

Her mouth fell apart slightly while she nodded her head and turned to point towards a set of doors, “that’s where all the lower offices are she should be in there.” She finally got out.

“Thank you!” He gave her his charming smile and went to walk that direction when Endeavor stopped him.

“What business do you have with my offices?” He had asked, pulling him away towards the elevator.

Hawks allowed himself to be dragged by the bigger man, smiling and waving at the receptionist. “I have a friend who works here I wanted to say hi.”

Endeavor groaned. “Don’t tell me I have a fangirl of yours working for me?” Hawks shook his head sternly at that.

“Definitely not. She’s my biggest hater.” Finally being let go, hawks watched as another girl appeared at the front desk and her gaze snapped to Hawks immediately before she quickly ran through the doors he was trying to go through.

“I heard you were looking for me today.” You asked that night when you found Hawks on the roof again. He turned to you with a smile.

“Was it those two girls?” You nodded and stood next to him. He was sitting on the ledge, one leg dangling over and the other bent so he could rest his chin on it. His wings were tucked nicely behind him so he could see you. “They seemed like gossipers.”

“They arent-“ he gave you a look. “Okay they absolutely are but they’re actually my friends so they wanted to interrogate me as to why the number 2 was looking for me.”

He hummed, “cant a friend just say hi?” He noticed you deflate a little at his sentence but the next second you grinned and nodded.

“I guess they can.”

You both sat in silence for a moment before he decided to speak again. “I’m s-“

“Your h-“

You both stared at each other when you spoke at the same time. You broke into laughter and told him to go ahead but he was to busy watching the way you smiled so easily to remember what he was even going to say. “No you go I forgot.”

After a few more seconds you gathered yourself and turned to him, “your headphones. What do you use them for?” You asked pointing at your ears. “Are they like a communication device?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He joked and you nodded, “guess you’d just have to wear them to find out.”

Now when saying this he didn’t exactly expect you to immediately go to grab them from his head but he also didn’t know that you’d been wondering about them since that night.

He watched you with wide eyes as you leaned closer to him and gently plucked them from his head. He could feel the warmth from your hands on his cheeks and he couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped him at how close you were to him, he could see the shades of color in your eyes from where you were.

To him it felt like you were there in front of him forever but then seconds later you leaned back again and put them on your head, instantly the world became muffled and you shot him a confused glance but he was still to stunned to move.

When you took them off you had a frown on your face, “I don’t get it I don’t hear anything are these just to keep your ears warm?” You questioned when you noticed the red jewels that adorned his ears. “You have ear piercings?!”

And again you got closer to him to inspect them, this time much closer then before. He could smell your perfume perfectly now and the way his heart was doing somersaults scared him.

“Whoa they’re pretty.” You mused brushing your hand over the bottom of his jaw to move his head a get a better look, he shivered at the touch and it was then you finally understood the situation you put him in. Immediately you backed away, face red and arm extended holding his headphone. “Im so sorry! I didn’t mean to-I’m sorry!” You stammered before running off

Hawks was to much in shock to even run after you all he could do was watch the door close softly behind you and your light in your apartment shut off immediately as you got there.

He traced his finger along the ghost of where your hand was on his jaw for once feeling somewhat at peace.

The next days following he had not seen you, it was as if you made it a mission to never be where he would be which at the moment he couldn’t seem to find the time to question.

He was so busy with meetings with Endeavor and late night meetings with Dabi to even go to your building which he was sure you were still avoiding the roof.

The few times he did stop by, your blinds were shut tight and there was no sign of you coming out and he couldn’t bring himself to ask about you again at work.

His shit week turned for the worse when he and Endeavor were attacked by the Nomu. Of course he was ready but he was not ready for the level of strength this one had.

The nomu had done severe damage to the building and to the number one himself. By the end hawks was also worse for wear with some of his feathers missing. But compared to Endeavor he was fine.

Hawks went to the store later that night to find a gift, maybe you’d talk to him again if he brought you a peace offering?

He was glancing at the shelves when he suddenly stopped and grinned at what he was seeing. Immediately he paid and went to your apartment.

He held the gift in his hand while he knocked with the other before shoving it back in his pocket to nervously pick at the second gift he had secure in his pocket.

It took a moment but finally you opened the door a crack, “hawks?” You asked, scanning over his bruised up form.

“I come with a present.” He brought up his gift, a small Hawks plushie held up to his face while he gave you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster and you’d admit he was pretty good at it.

You chuckled softly before opening the door for him and taking the gift as he walked passed you. You smiled softly at it and set it down on an end table. “Are you okay?” He turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “I watch the news.”

He hummed, “you didn’t go to work today?” You shook your head and he took in your appearance you were dressed in pajamas. “Are you okay?” He came back over to you putting a hand to your head and your face burned hot at the contact.

“Yes, yes!” You shooed his hand away. “Just was feeling a little under the weather I’m fine.”

He still watched you with concern but dropped it. He went to turn away when your own hands slid to his jaw and he froze, “you have a ton of cuts and bruises.” You muttered softly “was everyone okay?”

His eyes softened at the worry in yours and he grabbed onto your hand that was holding his face. “There was some casualties but nothing to bad.” You nodded before you pulled away from him and took a few steps back.

He sighed, it felt like you were putting distance between the both of you and he couldn’t entirely blame you. You didn’t want to get hurt and Hawks was someone that would someday hurt you even if he never meant to. He knew it the moment you deflated when he refused to tell you anything about himself but he didn’t know how to tell you he was literally not able to.

Before the sadness could continue to fester in the space between you he pulled out the second gift, a small box.

“Here,” he hands it to you and watched as you opened it carefully to pull out one of his smaller feather around a chain. “Don’t take this to mean anything got it?”

You held a hand up to your mouth and for a moment he thought he hurt your feelings but then you opened your mouth. “Doesn’t mean anything?! Oh my god when’s the wedding?” You batted at the nonexistent tears.

“Ha ha you’re hilarious.” He said but he was still happy to hear your sarcasm again. “Just wear it from now on okay?”

“Wait..” you we’re putting it on when you stopped abruptly. “Is this some kind of claim thing? Are you trying to warn the other birds to back off?”

He rolled his eyes at you and walked closer to you. “I’m actually gonna kill you.” He muttered, pulling your hair out of the way for you to put it on easier.

He could hear your breathe hitch but chose to ignore it. He also chose to ignore the way his spine tingled when you layed the feather flat against your chest.

He took several steps back and admired it while you did the same. He wouldn’t admit this to you now but ever since the battle with the Nomu he’s had the overwhelming urge to make sure you were safe at any time and what better way to do that then to give you a feather.

The next day you were walking with your friend through the building when your receptionist friend stopped you. “Is that a hawks feather necklace? I didn’t know they sold those?” She had asked pointing to the chain around your neck. Your friend next to you looked over at it too.

“More importantly I didn’t know you were such a hawks fan.” She laughed and you waved her off with a grin.

“No I’m his biggest hater.” They both laughed when the receptionist sobered up.

She clasped her hands under her chin, looking at you with a twinkle in her eyes. “But seriously, do you know what Hawks can do with his feathers?”

You shook your head slowly, “fly? Be an idiot?”

“He can fly yes, the other thing is questionable-“

“No he’s definitely an idiot.” You cut in

“But his feathers do more then that.” She continued, ignoring you. “He can use them as weapons, a means of transportation, he can also detect sounds and vibrations.” She smirked and you froze.

You stared at her with wide eyes, hawks can do what?

You felt like your heart skipped a beat. It made you wonder if he could feel that sort of thing. “What?” You asked after a moment of looking at the pair of girls as the same realization started to strike in both of them.

“So in other words,” your friend chimed in finally “he’d be able to sense someone was in danger? So if his feather was always with someone he could make sure they were safe?”

The one to bring up this whole thing nodded her head excitedly then they both turned to you with the creepiest smiles you’d ever seen.

Before they could continue the discussion the man himself walked into the building with Endeavor. He found your eyes immediately and you felt yourself hold your breathe when you realized for once he wasn’t wearing his glasses. Hawks smiled to himself while he waited for the elevator, pretending he was listening to the pro next to him

You didn’t break the eye contact and instead subconsciously reached to faintly touch the feather around your neck and you could’ve sworn you saw his shudder. Before you could ponder on it your eyes zeroed in on his headphones and suddenly those things were making a lot more sense.

“His quirk,” you finally spoke up, keeping your eyes trained on the man. “Can he understand conversations?”

“I mean yeah I think to an extent. Why-?” They both turned to the direction you were looking and caught hawks just before the elevator doors closed. What they didn’t see was the quick wink he sent your way before entering. “No fucking way! I knew there was something going on between you two the day he came looking for you!”

“There’s nothing going on between us! We are just friends!” They both didn’t seem convinced.

“Yeah and I’m Endeavors favorite employee.” You rolled your eyes at them and tried to hide the fact you were blushing.

“Are we gonna get lunch or not?” You grabbed onto your friends arm and started dragging her out of the building while the other one started shouting at you to bring her something back.

You both returned about an hour later with food in hand and laughing about something that had happened earlier that day between some coworkers when Hawks and Endeavor walked out the front door.

They were both wearing grave looks on there faces it kinda made you nervous. Endeavor had said something to him before splitting off and going down the sidewalk to their left while Hawks walked straight towards you.

“Hawks?” You called to him but he looked straight ahead. “Hawks!” You said again and he finally sparred you a glance with a small forced smile before continuing on his way.

You stopped and watched him walk away. Your friend tugged on your arm gently to get your attention, “y/n come on he might just be busy if they just got out of that meeting.” You nodded slightly hoping that’s all that was and followed her inside but your mood had dimmed drastically.

It wouldn’t be until after the agency closed that you would get any sort of information out of him. You were packing up for the night as was everyone else. Both your friends had already left so it was just you.

As you approached the front doors you saw familiar feathers peaking around the wall just outside. “Hawks?” He turned to you with another smile but it was still forced. “Don’t tell me you have another meeting?” You checked your phone for the time.

“No, I wanted to walk you home.” You looked up at him and this time his smile seemed to brighten just a little. “I needed to talk to you about something.”

You nodded your head softly, “okay.”

Despite wanting to talk you were the one to try and make a conversation the entire way back to your apartment and even then he seemed to be out of it but you didn’t comment on it.

Eventually you gave up and just sat in silence with him all the way back to your apartment. You honestly didn’t think he noticed that you were silent and if he did he didn’t say a thing to acknowledge it.

All the way to you opening your door and letting him in no words were spoken still. You set down your purse and went to get water while he glanced around, noticing his plushie was missing from the table stand.

He looked around as discreetly as he could before he saw your bedroom door open and caught a glimpse of it sitting right in the middle of all your made up pillows. He looked back at you to see you still drinking water almost like you were trying to avoid his silence which he supposed he understood.

Quietly, he made his way onto your balcony and took in a deep breathe. You joined him only a few minutes later and he could feel you looking at him expectingly. “Things are gonna get bad from here on.” He finally said still withought looking at you.

“What-?”

“You work for the number one y/n I’m sure you can see things starting to go down hill.” At this you stayed silent and he sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s just-“

He turned to look at you and immediately regretted it when he saw the worried look in your eyes, the one look he was trying to avoid. “I’m not even supposed to be telling you this.” He whispered more to himself before he rolled his shoulder and stood up straighter. “I’m gonna be gone for a little while. I won’t be able to have contact with you.”

His heart broke a little at the way your eyes turned from worry to despair. “Why?” You asked quietly. He wasn’t wrong you did see a lot of things going wrong recently since the Nomu attack but you didn’t think Hawks would be the one to input himself. “Is this why you ignored me earlier?”

He nodded once. “I promised Endeavor-“ he paused “no I promised a lot of people I wouldn’t tell you. But I just couldn’t drop off the radar without telling you. I couldn’t have you hating me for real.”

“I could never hate you.” You choked, blinking up at the sky to keep your eyes dry and he frowned at the sight. He never wanted to be the reason you cried but he knew he was right about hurting you one day. “I guess you can’t tell me why huh?”

You still couldn’t look him in the eyes, especially without his glasses. His eyes pierced straight through all the walls you were currently trying to build up.

His frown was set firmly on his face so much so he wasn’t sure it’d ever go away. But he didn’t want you to see it, he didn’t want you to see the distress coursing through him so he did the only thing he could think of at the moment.

His hand reached out to you, moving to slide through strands of your hair so he could cup the back of your head and pull you into his chest. His other arm wrapped securely around your waist while his wings curled in on you, wrapping you in the warmest hug you had ever had.

“Will you be safe?” He ignored the way he could feel a few of your tears soaking into his shirt and hummed. When he didn’t answer you looked up at him as best you could. “I’m serious Hawks promise me you’ll come back alive.”

He couldn’t promise that, you knew he couldn’t and you could see it in the way his eyes closed. Instead of giving you the answer you wanted he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your head. “Promise me you won’t hate me if I do.”

“I promise!” You said immediately but his sadness only seemed to deepen by it and you weren’t sure why you had a bad feeling. “Why would I hate you?”

He only pulled you tighter against him and leaned his head down so you wouldn’t see a few of his own tears slip down his cheeks.

True to his word, the next day Hawks seemed to drop off the face of the earth and all the other pros started gathering daily.

Hawks missed you.

More then he’d like to admit.

It had been weeks since he last had seen you and it was then he started to realize how much you meant to him.

You were always in the back of his mind while he was infiltrating the villains. You were what kept him grounded while he was among huge crowds of villains gathering around for Shigaraki himself.

He collected the information, passed it onto the hero’s and took whatever orders were given to him but all the while he couldn’t get the feeling of you wrapped in his arms out of his head.

If he survived this he hoped you would forgive him and let him do it again.

Especially now that he killed a man, a man he had actually come to like. A man he so desperately wanted to save. But at the same time he was dodging Dabis flames.

God all he wanted was to survive. Before you he would’ve been okay dying here. He wouldn’t have been happy about it but he would be at peace but now you were there and you, you were starting to become everything to him.

“Pay attention hero.” Dabi scolded while he kicked him to the ground, readying his hand for another blast of flame. “I’ll tell Y/N to say hi when I’m done.”

Hawks eyes widened in horror. How did Dabi know who you were? He never had time to think about it before flames burned through his feathers. It was the second reveal of the night from Dabi, the first being Hawks own name.

“So desperate to juggle your double lives you never even noticed someone tailing you one of those nights you went to her!” Dabi laughed like a maniac and Hawks couldn’t get away from the flames. His entire back severely burned. “She won’t like you much longer anyways.”

The next thing he knew Hawks own student Tokoyami had rescued him and brought him to a medic tent to get treated. Everything after that had turned dark and he could only hope the hero’s would win and that he would wake up again.

It wouldn’t be until about a month later that Hawks was able to even see you again. He waited till he was out of the hospital and fully recovered and even after that, after all the bandages came off and he was cleared to go back to work he put it off.

He was terrified of facing you again when he knew there was a chance you wouldn’t forgive him. After everything hed just been through he wasn’t sure he could take you hating him for real.

Although his wings were slowly but surely healing and coming back, Dabi had done some irreparable damage to the nerves that ran through his back and feathers. So even when he felt that small tingle down his spine whenever you touched his feather he couldn’t be sure it was actually you.

He hoped it was.

More now then ever he hoped it was you. All day today he had felt a tingle up his spine which ended up with him at your front door after he could no longer ignore it.

For 10 straight minutes he debated knocking. He had held his hand up ready to knock then sighed and started pacing the hall. When some of your neighbors started giving him weird looks he finally knocked and the door opened immediately to his surprise.

“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever knock.” You said, hand on your hip as you stared him down

“We’re you just watching me the entire time?!”

“Obviously you idiot.” You smacked him on the chest.

He grabbed at the spot you hit him shocked you even hit him. “How did you know I was even here?” At that you raised an eyebrow as if to ask ‘are you serious’

“Well I practically have my own security team watching me like clock work Hawks.” He winced at the way you said his name. “Ever since the fight with the villains can you believe it?”

“I’m shocked.” If your weren’t so mad at him you may have laughed at him but your face was set in a hard glare.

“Right?! So just guess how shocked I was when one morning I open my door to be greeted by on of your sidekicks.” At the words your sidekicks you smacked him twice again on the chest not caring if it hurt him. “Imagine my surprise then after when he tells me you’re in the hospital but I can’t see you for my own safety and then! Ohoho and then how you were the one who sent them to watch over me.”

“Y/n..” he could tell you were very angry and at this point he’d take all the hits you sent his way.

“Months hawks! Not even one text or call after the fight to say ‘hey don’t worry I’m alive’ nothing!” You walked into your apartment now leaving the door open and he took that as a queue to come in and close the door for more privacy. “Months.” You whispered out, voice cracking.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said but your back was turned to him and you refused to turn around.

“They told me everything you know?” You said over your shoulder. “Your sidekicks. So I knew. I knew you stopped by my apartment every week since the battle yet you never checked in.”

He was sure if his wings were at full health they’d be drooping. “I have no excuse I’m sorry.” You sighed lightly before going out onto your balcony in silence. He followed you after a few moments.

You both stood in silence for what felt like forever when your voice broke through the tension. “I watched the news. I’m sorry.” He felt his heart drop. “I know you lost a lot of good hero’s, good friends. They all risked there lives for us.”

“And we still lost.” He said while he looked out to the sky above him. You stayed silent. There was nothing you could say to comfort him and you both knew it. He could feel your stare piecering into his head and at that moment he wished he never came over just to avoid what you were going to ask next.

“Dabi,” Hawks closed his eyes. “I saw his video too. Is it true?”

“If you saw that you saw Jeanist at the press conference I didn’t-“ he stopped when he felt your gentle hand on his face, coaxing him to look at you.

“Not that.” He felt his heart plummet straight to the ground. “About that villain. Was it true?” He took a second to breathe before nodding his head shamefully.

He expected you to pull away from him in disgust but you stayed put. “Dabi really is Endeavors son?” Another soft nod.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” You seemed genuinely curious. “If this is your way of trying to ask for forgiveness there’s nothing to forgive.”

There it was. He started to pull away and you could feel him slipping so you grabbed onto his face with both hands. “Damn it Hawks! I forgive you! If that’s what you need to hear!” You cried desperately trying to keep him from pulling away. “Not just for something you were ordered to do but for everything. Everything you’ve ever regretted in your life I forgive you okay? So please don’t turn away from me.”

Finally the tears he had kept to himself for so long flooded to his eyes and he wrapped himself around you. You returned the hug, careful not to touch his wings that were barely growing back. “I never wanted to keep all this from you.” He whispered and you hugged him tighter.

“I understand why you had to now. You held so much responsibility for so long for once let someone else bare the burden with you.” He was amazed by you. How could you just walk into his life as if you had always been there? As if you were always meant to be there?

“He knew who you were. Dabi.” Was all he needed to say for you to pull away to look at him. “It’s why I had someone watching over you. I couldn’t be there and I couldn’t let Dabi near you. If he had hurt you-“

“Hey.” You said softly, “he didn’t hurt me. I know where he got the information. An old coworker, he was a wannabe villain. He gave Dabi all the information he needed. Your sidekicks found him and arrested him. It’s how I found out.”

“I’m sorry-“ he was wiping his tears away when he noticed the chain around your neck. “You kept it on?”

You looked down at it confused as to why he would think you took it off. “Of course I did. I told you I would.” Your fingers went to it and he felt that familiar tingle shoot up his spine.

“It was you. The whole time I kept feeling something but I didn’t know if I would ever be able to feel it again after dabi..” he didn’t need to finish you knew what he meant.

“How bad is it?” He pulled away from you completely to shed his coat and turn his back to you. He lifted his shirt just high enough for you to see the scars that littered his back. “Oh my god.”

He dropped his shirt back down and turned to you again. “Shot some nerves so I don’t think it’ll ever be the same.” You saw the sad look in his eyes so before he could go to deep into thought you let your fingers run through his hair.

“Your hair is shorter.” You mused almost mesmerized now that you could take a good look at him. Then your fingers went to trace along the edges of the new scar on his face. “How is it possible for you to look ten times hotter then the last time I saw you?”

He breathed out a laugh and let his hands go to your waist as if they were always meant to be there. “Not something I expected my biggest hater to say.”

“I could never hate you.” You said immediately, looking him dead in the eyes so he could see how serious you were. “Ever.”

“I-“ he paused trying to find the right words to say. If his interaction with Dabi taught him anything it’s that he no longer wanted to hide himself from you. He wanted you to know him, everything about him even the darkest parts. For now he just wanted to start with his name. Something the hero commission told him never to reveal. But now they were gone. “I just want you to know who I am.”

“What?” Your gaze immediately turned confused. “Hawks-“

“No!” He said quickly tightening his grip on you. He could see the surprise in your eyes and he sighed in frustration. “My name. I want to tell you my real name.”

He no longer wanted Dabi to be the only other one to know. He no longer wanted both himself and the villain to taint his name. “My name is Takami Keigo.” No longer would it be tainted because now you knew it and you could speak it and he would never want to stop hearing it if it came from your own lips.

He glanced at you. Your mouth was open in shock, your hands had dropped down to rest on the arms that still had you by the waist. His nerves were practically radiating off of him. “Y/n?”

“You’re such an idiot.” You whispered with a smile on your lips while you slowly brought your hands up to cup his cheeks again. “You’re such an idiot Keigo.”

His eyes widened and his world slowed down for a second until it came to a screeching halt when the next second you were pulling his head down to yours. Your lips pressing onto his sent shockwaves down his back, a feeling he didn’t know if he’d feel again and now here he was wrapping his arms tightly around your waist while he returned the kiss.

The peace and quiet he had been searching desperately for he had finally found it.

He found it in you.

The end <3

#bnha #bnha hawks #keigo takami #hawks x reader #keigo takami imagine #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #my hero acedamia #mha x reader #mha imagines

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ilovehimyourhonour · 10 months

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the art of coffee 005.5 : you should have minded your business (written) . previous ! next !

park j. jongseong x fem! reader . university au , written chapter . reader is anxious , shy/awkward jay tehehe .

a/n mmm idk exactly how I feel about this one , but kinda thought we should see shy/awkward jay 🤭

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the knowledge of jay park’s whereabouts in this particular moment was definitely effecting you mentally, and the classmate seated next to you would say you were definitely being effected physically as well. your hands shook as you attempted to bring the paintbrush to your canvas, your sneaker tapped gently against the tiled floors, and your top teeth now sunk into your bottom lip.

“I cant do this,” you mutter beneath your breath, dropping the paintbrush into the little cup of water next to your tray of paints.

“are you alright?” the girl next to you questions, you muster what little calm you posses and give her a weak smile—she isn’t fooled but she doesnt press on. giving you a weary glance before turning back to the canvas sat along her own easel.

you take a deep breath, then another, and then another. your hands glide up and down your thighs, an attempt to calm your nerves. willing your anxiety to come back down to earth, for at least a moment—you’d beg for just a second of peace. why are you getting so worked up about this? and where was jungwon?

it had been a little over a week now, jay hasn’t done anything to effect your social status, honestly you’ve barely heard or seen jay throughout the campus over the last several days. its all in your head. he probably doesn’t even remember you. youre just some clumsy girl who ruined his shirt. you mean nothing to him. everything’s gonna be fine.

“has she been like this all day?” jungwon’s volume brings you back to reality, he stands next to the girl who was most likely questioning your sanity. “what’s got your pretty head in the clouds?” he hums, you sigh and push yourself up from your stool. taking the lead, you direct the two of you towards a table along the back of the room.

“is he still out there?” you whisper as you pass by a window, not daring to peek out.

“this is what’s got you so worked up?”

“is he?”

“yeah,” he frowns, setting the paper bag onto the table. “hes just out there sitting on the front steps, it looks like hes waiting for something.” jungwon reaches into the bag and begins unloading the boxes of food. “but lets not worry about it, im sure he’s just waiting for this weeks hookup.” jungwon turns to you with his brightest grin, and you cant help but let your own smile peak through—he was just too cute.

the two of you settle into your chairs, separate your chopsticks, and dig in. jungwon mumbles about something that happened earlier in one of his classes, the food stuffed into his mouth making it hard to understand what he was saying—but you simply nodded, trying to catch as much information as you could.

“I just cant believe she would say that, you know?” you hum and turned back to your food. “oh lord,” jungwon whispers. you glance up at him, assuming he dropped food onto his white shirt, but he is staring straight past you.

“what?” you frown, turning to face the same direction he was.

you should have never looked, you should have minded your business and continued eating.

jay park stands near the entrance, along with one of his minions and a boy thats very unfamiliar. the taller, older boy meets your gaze, and he smiles softly—taking a few steps in your direction in the process.

“hi,” he says. “um, one of the theatre teachers sent us to check on the props,” he rubs his hands together—almost as if he’s nervous.

“oh, um,” you glance past him. jay still stands by the door, his gaze focused on the ground. “I didn’t work on them,” you chuckle awkwardly as you rise from your seat. “but,” you turn to where your classmate had been sitting, only to see her space empty. “oh, she left.”

“its okay, we can come back later.” the younger boy smiles, taking a step forward.

“I think that would be best,” you sigh. “im sorry I couldn’t be more help.”

“oh no, its all good. thank you,” you smile as the two boys retreat back towards jay—who stands with his back turned attention lingering on the wall of past projects, his fingers gently trace a drawing tacked to the wall.

a drawing made by you…

@heeseungsim @thekinkpopstandsforkrackheads @yizhoutv

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jellazticious · 8 months

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JELL YOU CANT JUST DROP THIS RANDOM LORE ON THE FLOOR AND RUN AWAY!! TELL US MORE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

If this is about the Peppino clone theory then alright, buckle up cheesebags

First of all it's a theory and a headcanon, not lore, I don't want anyone acting like what I'm saying is canon 😭

BUT ANYWHO

I just thought it's weird that Peppino supposedly has never seen the tower in his life before or he has but he gets no association with it BUT he is plastered all over the posters, graffiti, boxes, etc in the background like he was part of the team. There's even like toys and robots designed after his scrumptious physique.

Next there's his malleability. I know this is a cartoon world with cartoon logic but alllll I'm saying is why doesn't Gus have that same whackiness? It's all mostly Brick doing the comedy. The most we have to Gus deforming his body was during the double jump where he turns into a ball. Peppino on the other hand? Turned to cheese, turned to a pizza, turned to a puppet, able to handle being in the front of a rocket, his body contorts during exaggeration of poses, way faster on foot than a rat etc.

He is just as cartoon character as the residents of the tower compared to the human levels of the outsiders like Gus and Stick. I mean yes, Gus can have exaggerated body parts but he is never as exaggerated as Peppino is

Next reason, the WAR level and the very confusing and retconned implication of what Peppino did. Some say it was canon that he was an actual veteran, some say he was technically not a soldier but a pizza delivery guy for the soldiers, and some say he accidentally wound up in the crossfires. Other than the war setting, the level, for zero reason or explanation, transitioned to a laboratory with clones of Peppino and the big ass tube in the bg has Pillar John in it. Cloning is not new to the tower but by god are they SHIT AT IT

Also here's a little intermission because I just LOOOOOVE this one tube in the bg so much

it's so stupid, he looks like he wanna die and he isn't even born yet, that's how you know you're getting a Peppino variant njsngjksrkj

but anwyay back to topic

I'm pretty sure we all think that the WAR level is the tower's last attempt at getting rid of Peppino by making a horrendous cheap move with making him relive his trauma. I love that take so much man, to think that the tower is this desperate because Peppino is SO CLOSE to destroying it that it didn't even have Pizza Time but a constantly ticking timer.

It makes sense with the war part of the level. That is clearly a traumatic event but then it turned to a lab which gets confusing.

I kinda stitched the two together and made them two different memories. The first one came from the original person the clones are based off and the other is Peppino's. I like to think that Faker and Peppino are opposites lol. Peppino has the perfectly structured body but not the mental stability while Faker is smart as hell despite being animalistic with a constantly shambling body. They're sorta the best ones to come out of the lab. but yeah, sorry for putting that tangent there. It's so to give a little context with how Peppino remembers stuff.

His brain is done fucked up that he cannot tell which memories are from him or from Bruno. It's like when you're dreaming and you already have stock knowledge in the dream's universe and it just hurts your brain when you try to pinpoint when exactly you got that information. He'd say some shit about his childhood and full believes he was the kid in the memory, and to Peppino he'd admit that all his memories are hella fuzzy for some reason but he just shrugs it off with "I'm just getting old". Also he kinda gets dreams about the lab and shrugs it off as some weird ass nightmare about the restaurant debt lmao.

(btw, Faker is well aware about Bruno's memories and know how to distinguish it from his own. I really love interpreting him as the alpha of all clones, it's so fun)

But yeah those are my reasons why I formulated and headcanoned Peppino as a clone.

All else that you need to know about this is that Peppino escapes, spends time in the real world, forgets his origins because brains are weird and it does this thing where it forgets traumatic events, and runs the restaurant (instinctual thing???), and seeing that Peppino is thriving on his own, Pizzahead thought how funny it would be to bring his ass back to the tower. Pizzahead is Pizzahead, his choices are whack asf

but all in all, I have always interpreted clone Peppino in all my silly little doodles gbjsbgksrbkj but like no one's gonna ask about it so I never made a peep nor a sound. But now you know lmao, which would raise questions that I'm more than happy to indulge

#Pizza Tower #Peppino Spaghetti #jella answers

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rist-ix · 6 months

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I have a question for you what do you think of the quote unquote age gap between Bloom and Valtor?

I had to do alot of research to understand Bloom age when I started to like this ship better than Mr cheater. So here's a brief information dump:

Bloom is 16 in the first episode and its confirm her bday is December 10 (we don't know the the exact year when each girl was born only the fact Stella is the oldest by that logic Bloom is the second youngest out of the group) when we get to season 3 it is confirmed that the girls is in their 3rd semester so that makes Bloom 19 at point. Valtor's age we do not know however I'm going to say at most early 20s from what we know Valtor working with a younger Griffin before he got Popsicled.

Here comes the tricky part. In s4 the girls just finished their semester and graduated making them 20-21. Up until s5 where Nicklodeon had to reboot their age making them 16 again. Flashforward to s8 and that makes Bloom age 19 if you are following the reboot or 23 if you do not follow the reboot. Since we don't know how long Valtor been frozen his mental age is up for debate.

For me personally I don't see Sparxshipping as an Edward and Bella situation as Edward was aging naturally during his years while Valtor was frozen and couldn't age naturally but only mentally.

Okay okay first of all! Your Bloom math checks out and I just realized that I for some reason always thought Bloom is 18 in s3. Which is still possible, I think, I just dont know why I assumed that. Actually no, it works, if she is 16 in s1 she is 17 in s2 and 18 in s3, but we dont know a lot about how the school years work in Magix so I'm gonna jot her down as 18-19 for the remainder of this post.

Still dont know how I passed math btw.

Anyway. Valtor's age is where the real mystery is at. We've got two possibilities in my opinion.

1. He's pulling the ageless immortal card.

My personal go-to for fics and discussions. Love me some 300 year old mommy issues. He has too much practice being a messy bitch, there's no fixing this man folks.

Evidence: There's a flashback showing him with Griffin as a tween: she looks MUCH younger, he looks exactly the same. Unless he also stole the secret magic of the world's most potent anti aging cream, or Griffin's proximity to Faragonda just aged her by three more decades, he does not age.

2. He is the age he looks.

Which, in my humble opinion, would not put him anywhere near twenty. That is a grown man. He's not college age, unless you count college professors under that word. Even if I were good at guessing ages the very stylized art style would throw me for a loop, but im gonna say 40s, give or take. Look at Avalon, look at Codatorta, look at King Radius if u must. That is the age range we're looking at.

Evidence: I dont have any. We're ballin'. I guess it's never explicitly stated he's immortal, which you'd think would be big enough of a deal to mention. If u got something feel free to let me know.

That being said, the Winx Club Wiki page for the canon timeline (ha, good one) puts the time of Valtor's creation in a rough time frame from "Over 17 years before season 1" to "Under 100 years before season 6". So he could technically be anywhere from 17-97, though I'm not sure the upper limit is as reliable as the lower one, given the check-list format of the website. So make of that what you will.

Now that we've got the question of age out of the way, lets get to the age gap. I have no idea what the situation in twilight was to be honest, so I cant compare that.

Realistically, there's at least a decade between Bloom and Valtor. Possibly two decades and change. And that is just from visible age, we can add a few centuries on top of that if we're sticking with the immortal bit. I'm gonna be gonest, I dont think being frozen for 17 years will make a whole lot of difference here.

If you find that icky, which is fair, you can always change that for fics tho! Either turn him into a twenty year old or put Bloom in her milf-era, the options are endless. Personally, I think the age difference is half the fun though, and also the least of their issues. When you're off making out with the objectively worst person in history, wether he's too old for her isnt gonna rank very high on people's list of concerns.

#asks #sparxshipping #winx bloom #winx valtor #i think their very obvious gap in knowledge and experience is very intrinsic to their canon dynamic #Bloom being the underdog while Valtor is VERY convinced of his superiority kind of defines the ship for me #and it makes it so much more satisfying when Bloom does put him on his ass

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drvirgus · 5 months

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The Idol who cant Smile

Minji X Fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 6:

My eyes fell on Minji, but I couldn't say anything. The camera was focused on Minji as she talked about our comeback. We all looked at Minji, but in my mind, the scene in her room kept replaying. It's been exactly 4 months since that happened.

Minji briefly turned her head to me while speaking. This caused her to stutter slightly, and she quickly turned her head away again. I swallowed as well. But I continued to look at Minji. If I were to look away now, the shippers would go crazy and analyze our behavior.

In these 4 months, our ship name has taken off. New videos kept coming out where we looked at each other or simply talked. Some even analyzed our behavior, and it's truly incredible what people come up with. But what's even more fascinating is that very few people were actually correct.

I felt Danielle's arms around me and leaned back a bit. Her arms were around my neck, while I leaned my back against her legs. This time, I was sitting on the floor to keep my back straight. Lately, I'd been developing a bit of a hunch from always being forced to sit on the couch. Apparently, they all wanted to be respectful.

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"Unnie," Hyein said softly. She stood by the door with her suitcase, looking at me with sad eyes. I raised my finger, as if warning her, "No tears. We'll see each other again in a few days," I said immediately. Hyein sighed sadly and looked at me for a while. She then opened her arms and pulled me into a hug.

I hugged the much taller girl back, "Now go. Your mom and dad are already waiting for you. Don't keep them waiting, and give them my regards," I said and playfully tapped her butt. With that, she moved towards the door, no longer looking at me with those sad eyes, "I'll be back as soon as possible, Unnie," she said and waved goodbye.

Amused by the younger girl, I let out a small sigh but waved back. She was the last one to be picked up. Everyone else was picked up earlier in the morning. As for me, I stayed in the dorm. After all, I had no one to go to. I only had my father at home... but he definitely didn't want to see me. So, I decided to spend our days off alone here. It was alright. I was used to being alone anyway.

With a sigh, I closed the door and went to the living room. There, I turned on Netflix, which we all shared since we usually watched things together. I decided to start one of the K-dramas that had been on my list for so long, but I never got around to watching.

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It was Korean Thanksgiving Day. Luckily, we had three days off. Today was September 28th, the most important day. However, I spent this day at home, at least after finishing up here.

As often as before, I stood in front of that door, unsure whether I should really ring the bell or just leave the food at the doorstep. I sighed once again and decided to ring the bell. It didn't take long for the all-too-familiar nurse to open the door. He smiled at me warmly.

"Nice to see you today. Have a good Chuseok," he said with a wide grin. He opened the door a bit wider and took the few bags from my hand. He watched as I took off my shoes, "I'm sorry that even on a day like this, you have to take care of my father," I said, bowing slightly.

The older man waved it off, "Oh no, Yumi will take over later in the day. We've arranged it so that both of us can spend the day with our families," he informed me, and I nodded in understanding. "But it's nice that you're here. Your father will surely appreciate it," he added as he led me into the living room.

There, I saw my father immediately. He was in his wheelchair, staring at the television. He was watching something, but he changed the channel as I entered the room. I looked at the nurse, "Well... let's hope so," I said softly as I then approached my father.

As always, though, it felt very awkward. I greeted him, but received no response. Now, I sat on the couch, drinking the tea the nurse had prepared for me, and like my father, I simply stared at the TV. We didn't talk. We didn't look at each other. As usual, we sat with some distance between us and just watched TV.

Painful minutes passed without us speaking to each other. After about an hour, I got up. Finally, my father looked at me. But he didn't say anything. He simply shifted his attention back to the television. I bowed once more and wished him happy Chuseok again. Then, I made my way back to the front door after placing the cup in the kitchen. There, I wished the nurse a happy holiday and bid him farewell.

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Sighing, I opened the front door and closed it behind me. I took off my shoes and also removed my jacket. I yawned a bit, but it wasn't time for me to sleep yet. It was only 6 PM in the evening. I hadn't eaten anything either, as I spent half the day watching my K-Drama.

I let out another sigh as I hung up my jacket, "There you are. Where have you been?" I heard someone say. Startled, I twitched slightly and looked with wide eyes at the person emerging from the kitchen. My mouth opened as I noticed Minji. I hesitated for a moment.

"I... What are you doing here?" I asked, visibly surprised by her presence. We still had a day off. Most people would probably come tomorrow...

"You're spending the holidays alone... I wanted to keep you company," the younger one replied. She scrutinized me closely, and God... her eyes...

I cleared my throat and nodded my head, "Uh, oh... That's nice," I said, and I could feel my face flushing. I immediately looked to the side, "Well... I was just about to order something... would you like something too?" I finally managed to look back at her face.

Minji looked at me. But I couldn't decipher her gaze. Why exactly... was she looking at me like that? She wasn't smiling, but she also didn't seem angry or serious. She just looked... so breathtaking...

"I'm here for a reason, Y/n," the younger one said. I swallowed, visibly nervous. She... had just said my name again. She was speaking informally to me again. I opened my mouth, "And... what's that?" I asked, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my sweater.

Minji licked her lips. She sighed a bit and turned around, "My mother gave us something. I'm in the process of heating it up. Go ahead and sit in the living room," she said and then disappeared back into the kitchen. She didn't even wait for a response from me.

But why was she looking at me like that? Why, above all, did I feel so nervous around her? Why the hell couldn't I forget the kiss between her and Yeji? Everything was just so confusing... What was Minji doing to me? Why was she driving me crazy like this?

I did as she asked and went into the living room. There, I turned the TV back on and let my K-Drama continue playing. Meanwhile, I tidied up the coffee table a bit.

It didn't take long for Minji to come into the living room with the Japchae dish. My eyes widened as I looked at the food. It... was the first time I was having a holiday meal with someone, and to top it off, homemade food. I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat already.

"Tell your mom thanks," I said. Minji sat down next to me and handed me my chopsticks. Together, we started eating. Every bite I took filled me with warmth. I could feel my heart rate speeding up. I inhaled the food.

I wondered how my mother's cooking would taste. Would she have made me Japchae too? Would she be proud of me? Would she love me?

"I like you."

My eyes widened. I abruptly stopped eating and looked up. I gazed at Minji, who was just staring at me. I swallowed in surprise, and slowly I set the chopsticks aside. I looked at the younger one, "What did you say?" I asked, and I started to stutter a bit.

Minji looked at me. Her eyes roamed over my face. She took a deep breath, "I like you. In a romantic way," the younger one repeated. My breath caught. She wasn't giving me a chance to escape from this conversation or misunderstand it.

In a romantic way...

I remained speechless for a while, completely taken aback. Minji just observed me. She was giving me time to process it all. I swallowed and looked at the younger one. Goosebumps formed on my arms. I... didn't know how to respond to that. I also wouldn't have expected Minji to like me...

"But... We haven't known each other for long," I said, and Minji nodded her head.

"I'm your Unnie," she nodded again.

"We... We're in a group," I said, almost breathless. Now Minji's expression became somewhat more serious. She shook her head, "Don't make excuses... Do you like me too?" she asked, silencing me. My breath caught as my eyes widened. I looked at the younger one.

I noticed Minji getting closer to me, "Say it... Tell me the truth, Y/n... Do you like me too?" she asked, her eyes narrowing a bit as her hand gripped my wrist. I swallowed. My face blushed as I felt her intense gaze on me. My heart rate sped up.

"D-Don't lie... If, if you really like me... Why did you kiss Yeji like that?" I asked now, and Minji's eyes widened. She took a moment, and after a short while, she began to laugh. She let go of my wrist to cover her mouth while she laughed. But I wasn't in the mood to laugh.

Minji chuckled. Her hand landed on my nape, "You're so adorable... after all these months, you're still thinking about that kiss?" she asked, and her eyes met mine directly. I swallowed, visibly nervous. I removed her hand from my nape. My eyes narrowed.

Minji still had a faint smile, "Forget about the kiss... I kissed her just to see if you'd react... I wanted to know if you felt anything for me before I confessed my feelings," the younger one answered as she continued to observe me closely. My eyes still narrowed.

I sighed incredulously, "Wow... You could have just asked me!" I replied, but then I faltered. My eyes widened, and Minji smiled even broader. She nodded her head, moving a bit closer to me. Her hand was now on my cheek, "I guess I don't need to ask anymore, do I?" she asked, a knowing grin on her face.

I hesitated. My eyes locked onto hers. Without giving an answer, I was the one who sealed our lips together. Minji had to smile into the kiss, but she kissed me back. I closed my eyes, and I felt my body visibly relax.

Minji stroked my hair with her hand before finding my nape again. She adjusted the angle of her head, intensifying the kiss. Yet, the kiss remained gentle.

"I think... we should go to my room," Minji said, almost breathless. Her eyes locked onto mine as I still struggled to catch my breath. I licked my lips. My heart was racing wildly in my chest.

"Okay," I replied and immediately stood up from the couch. Minji had her hand entwined with mine, and she led the way. My entire face turned red as she led us to her room.

#newjeans minji #danielle #newjeans #newjeans x reader #haerin #newjeans hanni #newjeans hyein #minji x reader #hanni pham

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stingrayloveblog · 1 month

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Alright because I'm curious: What is wrong with Marina's quest to help sanitized octolings? Because as far as what little we knew about it it was blended up people, removed memories to make mem cakes, and then if you botch it, then you become part of them. It was both vague enough to get the general idea across and open enough for more information to be revealed.

So what didn't you like about the idea?

The problem was that in octo expansion, we were told that the sanitized octolings had no vital signs, and in typical splatoon lore fashion, we were told in a dev interview that sanitized octolings are formed out of sanitization ink. Its hard to take dev interview information seriously, but judging by the fact that they rarely ever put actual important worldbuilding details in the game we have to take what we can get. Basically meaning, none of the sanitized octolings are any one person in particular. They cant get their memories back because they arent any original person. Theyre basically walking frankensteins monster corpses with no purpose but to do whatever kamabo tells them to do. Letting the color chip memories "sort themselves out" inherently has way too many risks and issues. It straight up just would not work. Anyone can have any color chips in their pallet. And if any color chip is made of any mem cakes, all marina essentially did was destroy the memories and basically do exactly what kamabo co did. The only one it would probably work on is acht since they are visibly not fully sanitized and the devs, for some godforsaken reason, decided not to give acht any reasonable or sensible plot relevance at all regarding literally anything that was going on. This basically means either only some sanitized octolings are made from the ink while others are just regular octolings that got sanitized, or they just retconned that first fact. They also tried to say that agent 8 is sanitized when they are clearly obviously visibly not sanitized in any way, shape, or form, unless theyre only now trying to make sense of how sanitization works by making it a multi-stage process. This still makes acht a complete outlier in the sanitization process since they remember everything pre-kamabo (while conveniently acting like they didnt canonically willingly get sanitized in the first place), while eight remembers nothing. Either way, the character creation part of octo expansion doesnt line up with agent eights canon backstory. Thats a whole other thing though.

Another issue is fuzzified octolings. No mention of them or anything that happened in alterna. From what we can gather from alterna, there is no more octarian army or at least a huge chunk of them are gone frok their society because of alterna. And yet, this plot point isnt brought up ever again, even within alterna since they for some reason forgot octavio existed right after forcing him into the story. Also, they had a hint that dedf1sh got fuzzified too, with one alterna track being named #35 captured, yet here they are, perfectly fine and still sanitized. Also doesnt help that fuzzification is functionally the same as sanitization, it just happens on contact instead, but nothing about memories is focused on. Marina absolutely should have been aware that a huge chunk of octarian society went missing to the point where even octavio went to look for them, unless side order happens before alterna, in which case it still ends up making marinas efforts useless.

The problem too with what marina did is that they showed no proof of any of it actually working. Agent 8 was supposed to be the first one to test it out, meaning we never actually know if the color chip-mem cake thing actually works, nor will we know if it will ever work, because for some reason we still let smollusk take control over the order sector. Marina should not have to hack her own creation to make things work. And sure, they have this one-off line thats like "wow eight you got your memories back !!", but thats something that couldve been shown so that its actually impactful and so that eight has an actual motive in the story that isnt just Stand There And Do Things Because You Were Told To, as well as Stand There And Listen To These People Talk To Each Other simulator. They even had mentions of other octoling devs that helped her make the memverse and yet we dont get any focus on them either. Smollusk talks about them, yet somehow they arent made important to the plot. This also implies that octolings can just go back and forth freely between their society and the surface, unless these devs also happened to leave and just so happened to not be involved with the fuzzification issue. We also have the case of people supposedly being dragged into the memverse and they look spaced out in the real world, yet thats also not made into an actual plot point and instead just mentioned once and never focused on again. If they had just shown any actual impact to the characters or the real world at all, maybe it wouldve been more interesting. They really went with a tell-not-show route with side order and it sucked.

And, to add on, it wasnt only octolings that kamabo co did stuff to. Iso padre is the biggest example of that. He lost his memories too. Yet they decided to leave him out of the story when he arguably wouldve been more relevant to what was actually happening than acht was, but unfortunately they opted to focus more on adding a popular character to the story for the sake of adding new useless information about a character and nothing else. All they had to do was make acht actually involved with the actual plot and not just sit in the elevator doing literally nothing and adding literally nothing but dialogue for them and marina to act like they just saw each other last week.

#i hope this all makes sense #like its a decent plot in theory they just did a bad job with it #splatoon 3 #weaponblog #ask

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bring-us-back-light · 9 days

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you turned off reblogs so i couldnt reply, @socalgal

which is fine, if you dont want to continue the discussion, you dont need to reply. but i am entitled to responding. im not entitled to you reading it, feel free to ignore it!

i really respect and appreciate you listening and having this discussion, but i think theres still a miscommunication or misunderstanding.

one thing thats become apparent to me, is theres a conflation of underlying topics that i dont know how to segregate. because theyre super intertwined. one is pedophilia, which to persecute is thought crime. the other is pornographic content of not real kids (such as writing or drawings, but not photographs or videos of real kids). which my stance is that creation of is ethically neutral and non harmful and therefore shouldnt be disallowed. rather reading it can be harmful such as when someone with relevant trauma gets retraumatized, or can be harmful to send it to others such as in the case of grooming. but in none of these scenarios is the harmful act creating it or posting it, nor is the party causing harm the author (unless the author is also the person retraumatizing themselves, or the person grooming a kid). even if a fic isnt tagged properly and someone stumbled across it and reads without informed consent, the harmful action was not giving the proper warnings. not posting it in yhe first place.

im not sure what group the rest of your reply is about. proshippers and pedophiles are very different groups. obviously its a venn diagram just like marine biologist and submariner is, but they are still distinct groups.

children will always be able to access porn. i think this is smth people try to avoid acknowledging, but its true. and i dont honestly think its the end of the world? like whats important is that kids (and anyone tbh) have support when they get ahold of things that made them uncomfortable and can get help processing stuff when needed. and that, separately, kids are given good educations about consent, sex ed, what interaction with other people is appropriate, and have safe trusted adults they can go to with questions or to seek advice if someone or something seems unsafe. kids are going to experiment with eachother. kids are going to look up and watch porn. kids may even look up tabboo porn. so long as they know that adults doing things to or with them is inappropriate and to get help, and they get support for processing anything they find troubling, they will be fine and not harmed by access to this stuff.

'suffering with pedophilic tendencies' not sure exactly what this means. pedophilia, once again, is attraction. not a behavior. tendencies, to me, obscures that distinction. but regardless they can literally just write their own. them being able to find it is not the authors problem. it is theirs for looking it up if it is harmful to them. grooming kids is the problem. not posting the fic or drawings. people will make their own content or groom kids without the use of fic or drawings.

we dont need to facilitate safe spaces, because people have that already in their room. people dont need access to clean needles or clean porn or controlled amounts to avoid overdosing, or stds, or poisoning. there is none of that involved in consuming porn. if there is a real human cost to jeffrey posting a pedophilic porn fic properly tagged, and janice jacking off to it in her room, please elaborate it to me. im open to being wrong. but you cant use slippery slope (consuming it is a gateway to causing harm) without substantiating evidence (which ive looked for so hard. please if you are aware of this please share it with me. i do not want people harmed and imo this is one of if not the main foundation of why i think my stance holds water). or false cause (someone using a posted fic to groom a kid. that did not happen because someone posted the fic it happened becuaee someone groomed the kid),

sorry that got really messy, rewording without parentheticals: i am open to being proven wrong or convinced otherwise that the act of creating porn featuring underaged character(s) and posting it with proper content warnings is ethically neutral and non harmful. But you have to prove that it is inherently harmful, so you cant depend on logical fallacies commonly used in this discussion like false cause or slippery slope.

also 'whatever nomenclature' youre referring to two different groups of people. so cant specify which you mean, but ive defined pedophile plenty of times.

and in response to your final paragraph: people do things all the time that should not be forced on others. vanilla adult porn shouldnt be posted on billboards. consenting adults shouldnt fuck on the subway (unless i suppose everyone in the car is consenting and you finish before the next stop i guess???). these are things that have the potential to be harmful, but are not in and of themselves. just like pedophilic porn.

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hey hey! idk if this is where I submit for the match up! but I would love to see who you think I'd fit in with! I'm a creative soul who tends to try to develop deep friendships with people above everything. I have a bit of a savior complex as well lol I work hard and play harder, trying to find new adventures to go on with those i care about. I tend to support others before supporting myself, and while im happy to let others open up to me its hard for me to open up in return. the best way i can feel close to someone is deep conversations and being creative with them!

My current fav song has been Maybe IDK by John Bellion, specifically the lyric "i guess if i knew tomorrow i guess i wouldnt need faith" just the idea of living today to the best you can just because you don't know what will happen tomorrow. the worries of the future should keep you down today

My current fav Redacted audio has to be the Helping your Werewolf bf shift again. Specifically the acting is just so good to me. Erik did an amazing job of portraying Milo's anguish and pain at not being able to shift. Plus the relieved sobs at the end is so satisfying and emotional.

The one boy i cant get the hype around is Ivan. like sure the yandere thing is somewhat attractive to some, but i just don't like the idea of an actual psychopath being obsessed with me.

my favorite movie is definitely the Secret Life of Walter Mitty by Ben Stiller. its less of a quotable movie and more of i remember every scene very distinctly. its a movie that envelops my own escapism. its beautifully shot, wonderfully acted, and a wholesome story on a rainy day.

my platonic redacted crush has to be Damien. he seems like a blast to interact with and tease. he's a hard worker and is tied close to his goals which i can admire. i would love to body double with him if i had some tasks to get done

space is also 100% my ramble subject when im sleepy, that and greek mythology

My guilty pleasure media is currently the animated shows Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Lego Monkie Kid. despite being kids shows, both of these are beautifully animated and shockingly well written!

I hope that gives you an idea of me! I look forward to who you think i match with!

Hmm, lots of good tidbits of information to consider. You strike me as really thoughtful, really caring, and I think Lasko could really benefit from a partner like that.

A savior complex, from what I understand, is just wanting to help people and make their lives better, and Lasko’s a guidance counselor, so y’all would have that in common. What’s good about pairing two people like that is y’all could keep each other in line, so to speak. Something that’s important when you’re always looking out for other people is to make sure someone is always looking out for you and vice versa. You and Lasko together would always make sure you’re taking care of others, each other, and yourselves.

Another reason I like the two of you together is that you like being creative with one another as a bonding activity. You know what’s the ultimate way to be creative together? Tabletop role playing games! If you don’t already play, Lasko would be so excited to help you with a character sheet, to help you craft a backstory, paint some mini figurines, go out and buy the perfect game dice and notebooks- the greatest combination of nerdy and cute in a couple.

Song:

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go/ Will you won't you, be the one I always know?/ When I'm losing my control, the city spins around/ You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

One, the whole vibe of “you slow me down, I’ll look after you, we’re here for each other” vibes are exactly what I’m picturing for y’all. Also, Lasko and I are around the same age, and I heard this song a lot growing up. I have some weird, like, emotional resonance with it from childhood, and I think Lasko does too. Like, it makes him nostalgic and longing; maybe he always wanted someone to look after and to look after him, and now he’s finally found that in you.

Runner-Ups:

A very reasonable runner-up for you would be Camelopardalis because he would do a great job making sure you balance work and your personal life and that you don’t put others before yourself too much. A more fun runner-up would be Guy because I love sticking that beautiful Creative Writing major with other beautiful, creative people!

note: thank you for waiting, dear, and I hope you like your match-up! 💕

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #busybee matches #redacted

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"It was as if Stefan was caressing the entirety of Elena’s body -- the sensation was overwhelming; she could feel the movement of his touch between her legs, and she ached to feel the power of him solid within her, to feel the magnitude of them; she hadn’t realized just how much she missed the love they made during their time apart. The pangs of desire she felt were so acute, she was lightheaded but the only desire stronger than her physical one was the desire to keep looking at him, to study him, bask in his gaze. He was there. With her. Again. Always."

no one does "always" better than stelena

"His certainty that she could get through this had become her certainty and had improved her mood significantly, allowing her to move on to the next part of his regimen: vamp speed."

lol the foreshadowing

LOL STELENAS MAKE OUT SESSION IS HOTTER THAN ANY DELENA SEX SCENE DAMN

"I mean it," she said, lifting his head so she could hold either side of his face and look into his eyes. "I'll kill anything that gets in our way."

He cleared his throat. “"What do you want to do?"

Elena looked at him. “I don’t - I -you said we should train.”

“Yes, but what do you want to do? You, Elena?” There was a hint of frenzy in his tone, his expression.

me, knowing that this is one of the worst things that couldve happened to stelena, considering how much stefan values elena's autonomy:

“It’s about Elena,” said Stefan.

Klaus scoffed. “Naturally.”

KLAUS IS SO PETTY. and jealous 🤣🤣🤣

“Stefan, you would never make me do something I didn’t want to do.”

“Not intentionally but you can’t live with this over your head.”

Elena nodded. “I agree.” She touched his arm. “So we’ll figure it out. We’ll find a way to break it.”

Stefan moved out of her hold. “Yeah, I will.”

THIS HURTS. like... this hurts ME as a reader. cant even imagine how elena must feel hearing this. not only is she a new vamp with heightened emotions but shes also sired to this man. hes basically pulling the rug out from under her feet

“How many times are you going to do this? You did this at the Mikaelson ball,” she said angrily. “You did this over the summer. You did it last year---”

“It’s just until I figure this out.”

“We will figure this out! I’m not just going to sit around and do nothing.”

Stefan cleared his throat. “OK so then you can see if Bonnie has any information and I will work it from my end and---”

“You’re missing the part where we do this together.”

She was shouting. “What did you think I meant when I said that it was me and you? Always? Always, Stefan, does that mean nothing to you?”

He looked at her sharply. It means everything to me. But he didn’t say it. Elena searched his eyes, waiting for a response and when he refused to give her one, she couldn’t help but start to cry, and everything in Stefan shifted.

He touched her face. "No, no, no, don’t cry,” he had said it without thinking but the second he did, Elena took a shuddering breath and stopped.

Stefan started shaking his head.“See? This is exactly why we can’t be around each other.”

I. AM. DROWNING. IN. ANGST.

“And it won’t! We’ll figure it out together. It’s what I want and I know it’s what you want too.”

“It’s not,” he said definitively. “It’s not what I want.”

Stefan almost faltered at the betrayal on Elena’s face.

“You’re lying,” she whispered.

“It’s not what I want,” he said again. “I mean it.”

He left and when he was sure he was out of earshot, fell apart."

LOL klaus was SO petty this fic.

THIS HURTS. like… this hurts ME as a reader. cant even imagine how elena must feel hearing this. not only is she a new vamp with heightened emotions but shes also sired to this man. hes basically pulling the rug out from under her feet

which is also why i was like she also has to get angry and indignant, it's not just bewildered and sad, it would make sense for her to be like are you fucking kidding me but i didn't want it to have the steroline feel in season 8

i wanted it more like a very heightened 3x05

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dammit….. kokichi’s worse nightmare being about rantaro.. I dont think people are doing what they should be doing with that information.

them in your au makes me physically ILL, i cant, they make me so sick. do you hav any fluffy/angsty headcanons about them i can consume- i mean read like a normal person? its fine if you dont btw!! I just want them to be happy, man…

Oh heh someone caught that little detail heh heh…. I wonder what exactly his nightmare was about? It is a mystery…

I can give you some stuff on them in the AU though!

I think the relationship came about completely accidentally, they were both focused on other things and Rantaro was pretty severely injured when they met, neither of them were thinking about even really being friends it all just sorta…. Happened.

Kokichi as a person is so… messy. That’s really the only good word for it. I think it’s a serious testament to Rantaro’s patience that he was able to take the time to break through to the Real Kokichi™️ at all.

But anyway, cute headcanon time:

They’ve definitely painted each other’s nails at least once. Rantaro had a lot of free time during recovery and he needed something to do heh heh. Kokichi’s nails looked perfect (though they didn’t last long at all) and when Kokichi tried to do Rantaro’s he got a little distracted and they ended up being smeared, but Rantaro still liked them a lot.

Kokichi kept Rantaro’s ring in his pocket because he was always afraid he’d accidentally melt it, he’d only ever wear it on occasions where he knew with 100% certainty that he wouldn’t have any reason for his power to get a little overactive. (So… anytime he was around Rantaro, because that avocado can calm him down just by being standing the same room as him now)

The actual conversation of them deciding they were on fact dating was probably unbearable tbh. It would be like an hour of Kokichi avoiding giving any concrete answer and Rantaro just… waiting for an actual response. He’s the most patient guy on the planet, he’ll wait an hour and half for Kokichi to finally work his way around to saying “yeah let’s do that- hold my hand now actually”

Kokichi is very obnoxious about giving affection, will climb up on Rantaro’s shoulders to kiss his cheek, very loudly announce that he’s about to kiss or hug him, hold his hand and swing it around so much it sort of looks like he might dislocate his own arm in the process- but he is a MESS when Rantaro’s the one to initiate romantic gestures first. Even if it’s something small like… Rantaro kissing his hand or something, Kokichi’s face goes red and he has to try and joke his way out of having an Actual Feeling or he’ll melt into a little puddle right then and there

Rantaro’s an older sibling- to many many younger ones- so he’s more used to helping out for others than having other people do things for him, Kokichi absolutely tries to rectify this as often as he can. He pays very close attention to everything from Rantaro’s favorite soda to which music style he prefers listening to on the radio and Kokichi will make sure Rantaro gets things he enjoys too. He also tries to stop Rantaro from always overexerting himself for other people but…. Well you see how that worked out.

And to end things on a sadder note, since I am feeling evil today: Rantaro forgetting him completely hurt Kokichi more than he’d ever want to admit. It sort of took this tentative new hopeful worldview he was developing and shattered it into a million pieces. He really just… can’t have good things. No matter what. Nothing ever works out okay. (But we’ll learn more about all that later in the fic, heh heh)

#au asks #rambling #oumami #the majority of their relationship was just hanging out and holding hands #and long philosophical debates about human nature and good and evil

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All mine. (Rossi x reader)

Summary: a news anchor gets a little too creepy and Rossi feels the need to remind you you’re his.

Warnings: it gets steamy. Not exactly smut, but very close to it, cursing, brief mentions of a rapist unsub, criminal minds violence, grammar/spelling errors. Word count: 1.9k

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‘Never in my life have i seen the press be this persistent.”

Emily said looking while out the window, a shocked look on her face. There was a swarm of cameras and microphones engulfing the SUV.

‘What’s the plan Rossi? We cant just walk out and tell them we dont have any leads.’

‘I thought JJ took care of the press.’

Rossi said, ignoring your question. His tone aggravated.

“She did, sir-‘

‘So what is this?”

He retorted, gesturing to the crowd of news anchors. You sighed and shrugged, putting on your sunglasses as a last ditch attempt to save your vision.

“So what do we do?”

Prentiss asked Rossi, repeating your previous question.

‘Push your way through the crowd. Don’t stop, and for the love of god do not say a thing about the case. Theres already been two damn leaks about it. Thats why they’re back.’

You and prentiss met each others gaze, a look of exhaustion and misery in both of your eyes. The three of you nodded and opened the doors, pushing through the crowd, trying to make it to the safety of the sheriffs office.

After what felt like a never ending walk, the three of you met back with the rest of the team. After a brief discussion about hat to do about the crowd outside the sheriffs office. Hotch told you and Rossi to go out and try to ward them off, but not to give them any new information.

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The two of you had been taking turns answering questions infront of dozens of cameras for what felt like hours, but was only 45 minutes. You noticed this one guy push his was to the front over the corse of those 45 minuets. He looked no older than 19 with messy, unkept hair and clothes. That didnt bother you, it was the way he looked at you. At one point you swore you saw him licking his lips while undressing you with his eyes. You gently nudged Rossi with your elbow, gesturing to the guy in a way the anchors wouldnt notice, but he would. You could tell by the look on his face he noticed.

‘Agent l/n will take one more question, then we’ll be done for the day’

Rossi said, looking at you, and stepping closer, resting his hand on the small of your back.The first voice you herd was a mans. Looking in the direction it was in, and to your dismay, it was the creeps.

‘You, in the black t-shirt’

You called out to him, deciding to bite the bullet and answer the question hes been so desperate to asl you.

‘What do you think of what the unsub is doing to his victims? Knowing that all of the victims look unmistakably beautiful like you?”

‘I’m sorry, what?”

You answered before Rossi could even open his mouth. The unsub you were dealing with was a sexual sadist who would tourture his victims, then rape them post-mortem. And yes, his victimology type looked eerily like you. From the hair and eye color, down to the height and skin tone.

‘How do you feel, knowing theres a guy who kills women like you, then has his way with them?”

he spoke slowly, making sure he got the most out of every word. You could tell he was getting off on this. Feeling the hand on your lower back press a little harder; you knew Rossi knew too.

‘Well, for one, i think it’s absolutely disgusting. My team and i are doing everything in out power and more to get him before he can do more harm.’

As you spoke, you looked around at the other cameras, adddressing them, but the creep kept his eyes trained on you. Every time you looked in his direction, his eyes were always skimming up and down your body, his gaze always too low down to be looking at your face.

‘Really? Because I think-‘

‘I think we’re done here. We will not be taking and more questions at this time. Rossi turned twards you, the two of you exchanged a nod and walked away as the anchors tried to talk over each other, the blinding flashes continuing. You could tell by the way Rossi was tense, by the wat he didnt talk, by the way his hands were clenched in fists, how the words stung him.

‘How’d it go?”

Hotch asked, his brow knitting together when he noticed how upset Rossi was.

‘Those damn creeps’

JJ and Emily gave you a knowing look and you returned it with a shrug. Hotch turned to look at you.

‘Are you ok?”

It was his job to keep his team safe. It didnt matter where, on the field or with the press alike, his job was to make sure every person with him was safe, no matter what.

‘I’m fine, just some messed up kid who gets off on this type of stuff. We didnt tell them anything new, just reworded old information like you said.’

Hotch nodded.

‘Good, next time if you dont want to go let me know, ok?”

You nodded and smiled a thanks, when Rossi finally spoke.

‘Y/n, Cara, can i talk to you about something?”

‘Sure what’s up?”

You felt a chill run down your spine at the use of your first name coming hastily from his mouth. He started walking and you shot the three a worried glance. Prentiss mouthed ‘good luck’ as you turned and walked away, following Rossi. He led you to a rather large storage closet that was down the hall and a few turns away from everyone else.

He closed the door behind you and turned the light on, glancing over you once as he walked forward, closing his eyes and tilting his head; smashing his lips into yours. You felt your heart pounding in your ears as he pulled away just as you started to kiss him back. The two of you stood there, the air around you hot and heavy. Rossi’s head was still tilted, his lips parted. They were just touching yours, while he lingered there.

David Rossi knew exactly what he was doing. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. On of his legs between yours. Resting his other hand on the back of your head, you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He didnt kiss you, his head kept completely still. You squirmed in his arms, the anticipation of another kiss getting to you.

‘Dave..’

You finally breathed out, starting to get anxious.

‘I am..’

He started before finally kissing you again, cutting himself off. This time you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. Just before you felt a moan escape your lips he stopped once again, his lips now hovering over yours.

‘The only one..’

Rossi started kissing down your jawline, taking his sweet time as he places sloppy kisses until he reached you ear. Then his voice got very low and breathy as he finished the last but of his sentence.

‘Who can look at you like that.’

His breath was hot on your ear and neck. Anytime you’d squirm, his grip around your waist would tighten.

‘Am i clear?”

When he noticed you nod. You herd him mutter a ‘good’ under his breath as he planted more hot, aimless kisses behind your ear and down your neck. You moved your arms a little, grabbing fistfuls of his suit jacket, pulling him closer.

Once he got to the base of your neck he lifted his head once again and kissed you roughly. Slowly taking steps forward, shuffling you back until your back made contact with the wall. You tilted you head back so the top of his hand was also touching the wall. Rossi straightened up, pushing himself against you completely, leaving no space between the two of you. He gradually moved his hands to your face, holding it still as he completely overtook you.not that you we complaining. You dropped your hands from his, holding onto his wrists, muttered moan escaping your lips as you tried to match the passion he had.

‘Holy….fuck mio dolce*’

He hissed as his hands started nipping at the buttons on your top. You rested a hand on his, stopping him.

‘We’re in a storage closet Dave’

You moaned out quietly.

‘Okay?”

You felt a smile creep onto your lips. His hands kept working to h bottom the first few buttons under your grip.

‘David you’re relentless’

‘e tu sei mio**’

He purred, dropping his hands from your shirt and wrapping them around your waist, dropping his head and roughly kissing a spot on your neck. You winced as you felt him nip at your neck, you brought your hands up to his head and tangled your fingers in his already crazy hair. You arched your back and herd Rossi curse under his breath in Italian, bringing his hands up your back, pulling you closer. Dropping your head back you stared at the ceiling, your breath hitched as kissed back up you jaw, this time on the other side. You felt your hands drop from his head and lay idly at your side.

David pulled away for a second and grabbed both of your hands and put them together, holding them above your head with one of his. The top of one of your hands in the palm of the other, your elbows bent out to the side. Standing up straighter, your eyes met his. He leaned forward and kissed everywhere he could, using his free hand to grab at your thigh, pulling it up to his waist. You shifted, adjusting your canter of balance.

‘Oh god, David,”

“Hmm?”

He hummed, marveling at how your body sang with every touch.

A knock at the door tore you both back to earth.

‘Shit,’

He muttered under his breath as he sloppily kissed you once again, as if to make sure you wouldn’t make any suspicious noises.

‘Dave? Are you, uh, okay in there? It’s been over half an hour’

Hotch sounded concerned on the other side of the door. Your eyes flew open, gasping softly when you herd the voice of your boss.

‘We’re fine, Aaron.’

You were shocked that he sounded perfectly normal, but you remembered he’s also had three wives.

‘Okay, well were about to meet together, Morgan and Reid are back from the crime scene’

‘Be right out’

Rossi called out as he looked back at you, then learned to your ear, whispering to you one more time.

‘all mine. Mine and mine only’

Before letting go of your leg and your hands and straightening out his suit, combing a hand through his hair and tightening his tie before walking to the door, resting his hand on the doorknob.

‘Are you ready my love?”

He asked, turning his head to look back at you, a blushing mess trying to straighten out your shirt and hair. You nodded.

‘Do i look okay?”

‘Absolutely stunning.’

You smiled and he left the stuffy closet, turning the light off and closing the door behind you. You walked into the conference room the BAU had converted into a makeshift evidence room, hotch giving Rossi a coy look as prentiss looked at you, raised a brow; parting her lips to speak, then deciding it was best not to.

Rossi noticed the shocked looks of confusion that everyone had and raised his hands, as if he was surrendering.

‘We talked.’

Morgan snorted.

‘Reid. What did you and Morgan find at the crime scene, anything?”

Hotch tried to direct the attention back to the case before it got too out of hand, but that didn’t stop the shocked looks everyone else gave you; and that certainly didn’t stop the sly, satisfied look he had on his face for the rest of the day.

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*my sweet

**and you are mine

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A/n: this was not supposed to be this steamy. Thank you @0and0its0doctor0 for helping me!!

#criminal minds fanfiction #I’m going to hell for this #david Rossi #it got steamy

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