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I guess I can call this my persona

I’ve gone through like 3 personas cause idk what I should identify (gender wise) as lol

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@/mywhalienss is my old one

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He went on vacation

Stranger things have happened.

Chapter 1.

bts!ot7 x witch!reader

Fantasy au (I guess)

Warnings: Language , might be disturbing to some readers, the boys are in danger.

Summary: After an attack on BTS they get hurled into a world they never knew existed but they need to learn quick, luckily they have you , a guide and guardian of sorts. But will this new world let them out once they’re in it and do they really want to leave ?

Hi everyone this is my first fic. This chapter is one of the only one’s that will be in third person. I might edit this later on as well I just wanted to put it out into the world first. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2        Chapter 3     Chapter 4

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It happened so fast. One minute they’re performing for Army and the next they have knives pressed to their throats by strangers they never even saw coming.

It’s quiet …too quiet for this to be real right? Army isn’t screaming like you would think and it’s as if they can feel every heart beat in their chests harder than the one before. Jungkook struggled , of course he did, and now his worried members’ eyes follow the small drip of blood down his neck onto his collarbone.

“Kookie stop it ” Namjoon’s voice rings out trying to prevent the youngest from doing anymore harm to himself. Jungkook stops and stares at Joon his eyes glistening with fear and his will to fight leaves him as the older member shakes his head. The other memebers are al pleading with him to not put himself in anymore danger.

“ What do you want?” Jin asks as soon as he knows Jungkook isn’t going to try anything again , his eyes glaring down the men. “ It’s nothing personal”, the man holding Yoongi says. “ Yeah we’re just proving a point”, the one holding Jimin continues.

“ And what point would that be ?” Yoongi snarls. His eyes are trained on Jimin who us trying not to cry.

“ That they think they can go against the will of the council and get away with it. “

All eyes whip around at the sound of the new voice, and what they find makes them gasp in surprise.

A girl is walking towards them on stage , her hair tied in a low pony and feet bare, her golden green eyes sweeping over the men holding them hostage.

“ Who do you think you are ? Better run along now little girl. ”One of the men spits out. The girl chuckles at the threat .“ Maybe you should look again you filthy rogue.” Her voice is strong and melodic. She stops in the middle of the half moon the men have spread into and suddenly at her words her eyes flash just brief enough for the men to register it. The ones holding Jimin and Taehyung immediately fall to their knees in a low bow panicked words of apologies leaving their lips.

The men holding the other boys try to make a run for it but with a flick of the girl’s wrists they fall to the floor. The band members all turn to the girl in shock , their eyes wary and the adrenaline of the situation slowly starting to fade. “ Who-?” Hoseok’s words are interrupted by a low whine from the youngest and they all turn back to see him still in the hands of his captor.

The knife is at his throat and his eyes are trained on the girl. “ Stay back , unlike these idiots I won’t back down just because you showed up,” he growls. The girl laughs , and in any other situation the boys’ might have found it pretty. “ What are you going to do ? Try to cut his throat ?” She laughs again as she flicks her wrist and the knife flies out of the man’s hand.

The rest of the members give a sigh of relief at the knife being out of the situation , even if they are still unsure how it happened, what they are sure of however is that without it Jungkook will easily be able to overpower his captor. But Jungkook doesn’t move , his eyes are darting from his member’s faces to the mystery girl. He can’t move and without missing a beat as soon as the girl takes one step forward the man behind Jungkook grips his hair painfully and jerks his head to the side. The members make noises of shock and anger but the girl only smirks as the captor lowers his mouth down to Jungkook’s exposed neck , his lips slowly creeping backwards as his teeth , razor sharp, come onto display.

“ I’ll bite him, drain him dry or maybe- “ He slowly wets his canines “ he’ll enjoy being one of us .” Jungkook’s skin crawls at the feeling of the man’s breath on his neck and he so badly wants to move out of his grip. His hyung’s worried stares and angry faces is upsetting him too much ,so instead he looks at the girl.

Her face is no longer amused and the colours in her eyes are dancing like flames as she makes brief eye contact with Jungkook before turning her attention back to the man. She sighs as if bored with the situation. “ Give it a break” she rolls her eyes ,“ If you truly wanted to bite him you would have already, I don’t think you have the venom left to do it.” She smirks and slowly moves forward . The man’s grip tightens on Jungkook and he growls “ You stupid bitch you think you can stop us?”The girl stops a meter from the strange duo and slowly raises her hand “ I know I can.” But before she can do anything the man presses Jungkook tighter and he lets out a pained whine , the girl’s eyes flicker to his face and in the moment she hesitates.

As if expecting this the man hurls Jungkook towards her as he takes off running. Jungkook still unable to move hurtles towards the girl that side-steps him and he falls onto the stage. His body suddenly relaxes as if the impact broke whatever caused his immobility. The girl’s eyes train after the man and narrows ,suddenly he crumples to the floor unmoving.

“ Did you kill him!” Jungkook’s voice echos across the stadium , which is still unmoving and silent. The girl turns at the maknae’s scream and lock eyes with him.

“ No he’s not dead , not that he wouldn’t have deserved it .” She slowly walks towards where Jungkook is now sitting on the ground and the other members have come to his aid. When they see her approach Jin puts himself in front of the other members and glares at her.

“ Easy there , I just want to make sure he’s okay.” She comes to a stop and puts up her hands defensively to show him she’s not a threat. “ I have to assess the situation before calling the rest of the council.”

“ The council?” Jin lifts an eyebrow questionly still unmoving.

“ No need to call us. ”A new voice rings out from the end of the stage. The boy’s heads whip around at the sound and find three figures walking towards them.

The girl sighs , “ This is going to be fun.” As she casts a worried look over to the band. “ Buckle up guys , you’re in for a strange night.”

What if I tried shifting to another universe where I go to a BTS concert and I’m the soulmate of OT7 instead of mha? 😎😎 idk i also feel like getting fucking tailed tonight idk

We’ll see how it goes, I might just fall asleep like a loser lol

I have decided to write out my Bakugo x reader fanfic idea!

It’s name will be...

Magic Shop✨✨

Indeed a very magical name 😌😌(based off a BTS Song cause I can-)

Hopefully I can get the first chapter out today!

Stay tuned 😉😉

About what you could do for us (even though you really don't have to), because we were there for you. I have an idea for a Frankie fic.

I'm a baker and I've always loved the idea of people enjoying my cakes. I love baking for people.

Then I had this dream. I was friends with the guys and often made cakes and treats for them. In the dream (and real life to be honest) I'm head over heels with Frankie and would blush everytime he liked my cakes. He even got a little more tummy by eating cakes all the time 😆💜

What I didn't know was that he was crazy about me to. But then I woke up, before any of us could do anything about it.

Maybe you'd have some idea of how to make this into an awesome fic 😁❤

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: bad flirting, awkward Frankie and reader, Benny is the silly one of the group and you can’t change my mind

A/N: Okay. So I absolutely love this! Thanks for sending it in!

[frankie masterlist][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

part 2

“There she is! Our favorite little baker!” Benny shouted as he walked into the shop with the rest of the guys in tow. The rest of the patrons turned and looked at him as you shook your head.

“I know you only say that for free treats, Benny,” you teased.

“Hey, we all have a sweet tooth and we don’t trust anyone else to make us stuff,” he admitted. You walked from behind the counter and gave him a quick hug before hugging the other guys.

“How you guys been?” you asked, zoning in on Frankie who always seemed to linger in the back of the group. You had to confess that you always found him the most attractive out of them all and, more often than not, you found yourself thinking about him. “Frankie...”

“I’m-I’m good, thanks.” He looked at you then looked away quickly, smiling down at the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I want you guys to try something new for me. Go find a table and I’ll bring it out,” you told them and they all scrambled excitedly to the table with the most seats right by the window. 

You walked to the back and carefully plated the chocolate treats you had made last night. You tasted one yourself and thought it was great, but it was always nice to have a second, third, fourth, and fifth opinion. When you walked back out, Benny pumped his fists in the air and you laughed. Frankie stared out the window but looked as soon as you place the plates on the table. His eyes widened ever so slightly.

“I know how much you like chocolate, Frankie,” you said and he froze as he reached for a plate and looked up at you.

“Y-You do?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips.

“I do.” You winked before walking away and you could hear the guys all teasing him now.

You busied yourself with other customers for a while, your eyes drifting back to Frankie every now and then. They were all talking animatedly about something but you couldn’t really pay attention since you were minding other customers.

“Frankie, dude, please go over there and tell her how much you liked her new...treat,” Santiago said. He nudged his best friend but Frankie only shook his head and shushed him.

“She’ll hear you. She’s...looking over here!” he whispered angrily before covering his face with a menu.

“And that’s not obvious at all,” Will teased.

“What did you guys think?” you asked excitedly and Frankie quickly lowered the menu and pretended to read it. He had a bit of chocolate in the corner of his lips. Those lovely, plush, pouty lips.

“They were fucking amazing,” Benny said. “What do you call ‘em?”

“I...don’t know yet.” You shrugged. “And the resident chocolate lover, what did you think?” you asked, looking directly at Frankie who was trying to hide his face with the bill of his cap.

“Frankie...” Santi whispered, elbowing him.

“Hm? Oh! It was...amazing. Best thing I ever tasted.” He smiled and you smiled back, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. It was obvious that you had the same effect on him by the slight pink coloring his cheeks.

“You got a little something...” You grabbed a napkin and leaned over the table to wipe at the corner of his mouth. “Got it.”

“Thank you,” he said in a low voice, looking right into your eyes.

“Any time.” You stood up straight again and the guys all grinned at Frankie and held back laughs.

“You got any more?” Santi asked.

“You paying for ‘em?” You held out your hand and he just shook your head, making everyone laugh. “Maybe if you come back later. Now...get out and let me work, please.” 

They all said their goodbyes and, once again, Frankie lingered in the back. “Thanks again,” he said quietly. “You were good...I mean...the cake was good! The cake!” The guys snickered but you only nodded.

“Thanks Frankie. Come back any time.”

“Hey! How come he gets a ‘come back any time’ and we get kicked out?” Benny complained jokingly and Will shoved him out the door.

You laughed quietly as you cleaned the table they sat up, looking out the window just in time to see Frankie looking at you. He seemed embarrassed to get caught but raised his hand in greeting anyway. You waved back and he put his hands in his pocket before jogging to catch up with the guys. You watched as he did and tried to push all the thoughts you had of how good he looked in those jeans far back in your mind.

The bell above the door jingled as you cleaned and put stuff away for the night. “Sorry but I’m just clos-” You turned to find Frankie standing by the door awkwardly.

“Frankie?” You walked around the counter quickly and stood in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“Um...well...you said I could come back any time, but if you’re closing I could come back tomorrow,” he said nervously, his words getting a little jumbled.

“No, no...please stay. Mind helping me a little?” you asked and he smiled.

“Love to.”

You threw him an apron so his clothes wouldn’t get dirty as he cleaned. It took you a lot longer to clean up tonight because you were so distracted by him. The way he easily reached for the highest shelves, the stretch of his shirt as he did. The determination etched on his face as he scrubbed at a particularly stubborn drop of icing was probably your favorite thing.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, Frankie,” you told him and he looked up at you. He lifted his hat to wipe his forehead then replaced it.

“You do this alone every night?” he asked, looking around the kitchen.

“It’s not too bad,” you said.

“I mean...if you want, I can come by around closing time and help you out. I don’t mind.”

“You would do that for me, Frankie?” you asked.

“I’d do anything for you,” he blurted. “I mean, I’d...yeah...of course.”

You giggled and took your apron off. “Hey, I have something for you.”

“For me?” He smirked as you walked over to the big refrigerator. When you turned, he smiled even brighter.

“I had a few of these left over and...I know how much you like chocolate. Here.” You held the tray out to him and he took one of the little cakes. His phone dinged and he pulled it out.

Hey, whats goin on? the text from Benny read. Are u with her? Please dont have sex in the kitchen or thats all ill think about when we eat there. Frankie rolled his eyes and put his phone away.

“Benny?” you asked.

“How’d you know?” He took a bite of the cake and closed his eyes. “Best thing ever.”

“You really mean that?” you asked.

“Yup. Here.” He held the part he hadn’t bitten out to you and you took a bite. “Is that not the best thing you’ve ever tasted?”

“Wouldn’t it be conceited of me to say that about my own baking?”

“No. There’s nothing wrong with being confident in your work. I think I’m a damn good pilot,” he told you.

“Because you are.”

“And you’re a damn good baker,” he said. “Oh...you got a little...” He looked around and found a paper towel. He wet it in the sink before walking back over to you and wiping your lip. “Got it.”

“Thanks...”

“Can I...uh...kiss you?” he asked.

“You can.”

“Really?!” He was not expecting that answer at all. He looked down at the little piece of cake left in his hand. He shoved it into his mouth and you laughed.

“You’re gonna kiss me with a mouth full of cake?” you joked. He held up his finger as he chewed and chewed then swallowed.

“Okay. May I kiss you...now?”

“The answer is still yes.”

When his lips touched yours, you swore you sighed out loud. His lips were so soft, softer than you could have ever imagined. And his kiss was so gentle, one hand cupping your face while the other gently pressed at your lower back. There was no rush, no greed...just time. He pulled away, leaving you breathless.

“You taste like chocolate,” you murmured, still feeling as if you were floating.

“Do I?” he chuckled.

“Yeah. Sweet.” You looked at his lips.

“All credit to those delicious little cakes you made but you...you’re sweet all on your own,” he said quietly as he moved in close again. “Like I knew you would be.”

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Bakugo just loving and squeezing the chubby reader. Story is reader is being insecure also they're very shy just wondering why he didn't go for a girl with spunk. So to prove her wrong he was rough with them but now he's all soft and giving the best aftercare. Kisses, rubbing ointment to soothe the sting they got cause he actived his quirk a bit when slapping their butt and giving them food and water after. Just a lot of you did so good's and you're perfect remember that. Nuzzling and kissing every roll, bruises and bite he put too. We just need soft Bakugo 🥺💗

soft bk you ask, soft bk you get ☺️

bakugou is widely know for his big temper and horrible attitude towards others, so when your friends constantly question you about if he’s hurting you or putting you last, you get quiet. and they get worse, promising to beat him up if he left you somewhere, or made an offhand comment about your weight or insecurities, but you’re still quiet.

stuck in your memories.

you remember how he reacted to you asking if you’re what he really wanted. saying, “why me, kat. i’m not much,” he growled in your face about this, that, and the third, about how he wanted you, so so bad, he’d do anything to stay by your side.

how he loved the comfortable silence you’d let hang between you on a rainy day. how he loves the way you’d walk to him, hands clasped in front of you, and how it takes all of his willpower not to eat you up. or the way you’d make little treats for him and leave them at his elbow, not interrupting his work in the slightest. how he wanted you to interrupt him so he could kiss you silly and squeeze the life out of you.

“all of the times you’ve put up with me? i think you’ve got it wrong baby bear.” he kissed you so deep it pulled your breath away, left you hanging in the air, your only anchor being katsuki himself, and his grip on you was equally as tight. “i’ll show you why i love you baby, you gonna let me?” he sighed as he broke away, chest heaving and eyes searching your face. “or you gonna be an idiot and live in that head of yours?”

that night, he truly put you through the ringer. you felt so stuffed, you couldn’t even breath too deep without cum leaking out, not to mention the dried cum on your face from him facefucking you. he was sure to bite every part of you, down to your little toes. and if he used his quirk a little in that last spank, you’re welcome for the memories.

but when you two were done, he looked at your tearstained face and sighed. “hey, you okay baby?” he was already repositioning you two to where he could have you lay atop him. he enjoyed the feeling of your soft body against his, and would drag you atop him every time you were tired out. “fuck, my little one was perfect as always.”

he startled when he felt tears on his chest, “hah? fuck’s wrong?” when your arms curled under him and you pressed to him tighter, it left him breathless. he rubbed his hands up and down you back a little harder.

it was the aftercare you remember so vividly. the way he handled you like china, making sure you drank water and ate a hard candy. swatting at you when you tried to stand, reminding you that if you could walk, you clearly needed a few more rounds. either way, if he wasn’t there, you would’ve definitely busted your ass.

you remembered his laugh when you pouted at him until he drank something also, and his subsequent suppressed smile when you clapped for him. he was trying not to laugh at you, your situational awareness sucked for a while, you were literally pouting on the toilet.

he still wouldn’t trade you for the world.

the big shower in your bathroom was perfect for you both, and if memory serves well, kat can handle the scorching temperatures of your shower water. and if he couldn’t, why didn’t he say anything? he rubbed you down with a soapy cloth, being sure to keep a light, steady pressure so he wouldn’t pain any of your little marks, kissing over them if he saw you jump even the slightest. he hummed at you lowly when you tried to return the favor, instead asking you to shampoo and condition his hair.

you remember him bringing you out and laying you on the bed, a “gotta check you over,” falling from his lips. and once again, every bruise and mark found was treated with a soft touch and ghost of lips. laving you in shea butter, he went in with burn cream after for your tush. if he joked that this can be your engagement ring for the future, maybe you flicked his forehead, maybe you didn’t.

when he finished up with your feet, he tugged comfy undies up your legs, asking if you wanted his shirt to sleep in. you remember him pausing and looking over his shoulder at you. you don’t remember what you said or did to earn that look, but you do remember when happened after.

kisses. you were smothered in kisses. and with every kiss there was a little remark ranging from, “you still don’t understand how perfect you are,” hummed on your shoulder, to, “you see this? yeah, these are stretch marks on my beautiful baby,” vibrating on your thighs.

every bite he left was covered in a kiss and a sweet remark from the man who would only let himself be soft around you.

“look at me, hey!- at me, not gonna tell you again,” he rasped, grasping your soft cheeks between his big hand forcing your eyes to his, “i don’t care whatever the fuck you think about yourself, you’re mine, and it’s gonna stay like that. get over it.”

“but kat-.”

“but nothing,” he cut you off, “no baby of mine is gonna be sad and mopey. now, come here.” he pulled you into a tight hug, digging fingers into your cellulite and rolls. he nosed your bonnet aside, kissing your ear and grumbling, “love you, got it?”

you breathed deeply for a second, keeping tears at bay, “got it, love you, so much, kat,” you remember burying your face into his shoulder, letting out a wet giggle when he whispered, “i fuckin know.” you’ll never tell him, but you know the water on your shoulder wasn’t from wet hair.

yeah, you remember every second of that night, how he kept his arms around you all night. heeded your need to be closer to him by sticking his tired soft, cock into you, shushing you when you cried out, saying, “sleep dumbass, ’s no other way i could get ‘closer’.” to his gasps when he woke with you bouncing on him softly, broken words of, “you got ha- unhhh- and i wanted to hel- mhm! ‘suki!!”

he called you, “the prettiest thing to wake to,” before squashing your face into the bed and bucking into you wildly. you remember being out of commission the rest of the day and your wonderful man being at your beck and call, even if he said ‘no’ to everything you asked for while bringing it to you.

you were still quiet after the brunch you just finished with your girls, them still promising death and pain to bakugou, and that’s when he came in, looking for you. “c’mon dumbass, we got shit to do today,” he came behind you, picking up your bags and helping you from your seat.

“thank you, honey,” you quietly mumbled, grabbing his hand and taking your purse from him when you stood. he fixed your necklace, fingertips kissing your skin. he huffed seeing your gold ‘dymamight’ chain, along with the one he gave you weeks ago, both of your birth stones.

“gimmie the check,” he grumbled, snatching it away with a soft brush on your wrist and leading you to the front so he can pay.

“oh, one second,” he looked at you and huffed, “meet me at the front,” leaving his lips, and continuing the journey to pay your check.

you turned back to the subdued table of your friends, all looking away or fiddling with straws. “thank you guys, but, i’m fine,” you smiled, bidding them goodbye until next time, and walking to the exit.

katsuki was waiting for you, big arms crossed and playing around with his phone. you laid a gentle palm to his forearm, snorting when he jumped. “cut it out asshole,” he grumbled, opening the door for you, gentle hand on your lower back.

the last thing your friends saw from their window seat was katsuki kissing your fingers and tucking them into the crook of his arm, smirking softly when you hugged closer to him, hiding your eyes. they saw his lips move, and when you laughed and shook your head, your own lips curving around words quickly, they came to a consensus.

maybe you were fine.

and you were if your memories served you right.

A box of chocolates catches your eye, with pretty packaging and uniquely designed sweets. This assortment of chocolates revolve around two things—boku no hero academia, and the eight greek words for love.

Each chocolate is created by a different chocolatier, and no two are alike. If you enjoy one of these treats, be sure to let the creator know! 

To learn more about each flavor, read the pamphlet. Now come, try a chocolate or two, or take the whole box home on this special day of love! 

a product of pocuties. contents will be released on february 14th, 2021 at 12:00pm est.

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