#he would never go for it. and she understands this. because SHE would never go for it. and he understands THIS.

[xsilversugar]

It fuckin' kills me every time I think about it. I don't support Rowling or think of her in my day-to-day outside of being actively reminded of the harm she causes. I too want her to vanish. She was a huge part of my childhood but I grew out of her and called her a hack by the sixth book and basically only hate-read the last because I had to know how it ended. I didn't have the full context or understanding for why what she wrote felt off to me--so by the time her political views became well-known; I felt vindicated in my dislike of her. Throwing her work away and not caring by then was easy. It's only when I think of the active harm that I feel anything about it all.

However learning about Neil Gaiman fucking gutted me. I was so wanting to believe it wasn't true but even then one of my first thoughts was a cold "yeah, that tracks actually" (hell, I literally had a dream practically predicting it) but it still felt more personal a betrayal rather than a broad lingering hate. More...insidious. I stay silent and don't involve myself in the fandom anymore because if I let it...it'd still hurt me...like a raw wound merely ignore. I cried for practically a week straight, in and out of denial and hopeful that it was a misunderstanding, but I was so invested in digging up whatever news I could, and then I had to stop. It was too much. I'd occasionally still recommend his works to people in private but I don't go out of my way to suggest anyone dare pay for it in the slightest anymore. If the topic of favorite authors comes up, I just don't have one anymore. I might offer to give someone a copy I have but I tell them why I'll never read it again myself.

Maybe it's because I went through this before with Rowling in particular but I thought it would be easier to cut Gaiman out. On one hand, sure, it is exceptionally easy to just let myself become distracted with other things, to not think about it or talk about it. On the other...I only stay silent because it still hurts just as much and I just can't unpack it this time. I can't. It's too much. I don't care if that makes me sound stupid or whatever. I'm too disgusted.

Still, I don't think I could say I disowned him, his work, or what he meant to me. The view I had was wrong. I haven't abandoned my love for those stories, I can't forget; that's why for the most part I don't bring it up without context because s long as I am distracted; I'm fine. If I think about it for too long...I feel like I'll fall apart. He is the one who disowned us, betrayed us, and did truly unforgivable things to others whom I choose to believe--and even hell has standards--so he's simply not welcome. That's all.

It's impressive how Neil Gaiman vanished from the internet. Wish Rowling would do the same.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

I Don't Hate You (1)

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary- As you were about to knock on her door you heard what sounded like a groan. You froze at the door. Did you hurt her badly in training? Was she in pain? Steve was going to kill you. Oh god you had fucked up. “Fuck Y/n, right there please,” the witch moaned and you realised. Oh.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI- Enemies to Lovers?, Dom Reader, Top Reader, Praise, Sub Wanda, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Oral sex, Multiple Orgasms.

This is an old fic I found from my ao3 so the writing quality isn't that good, apologies but I don't have the time to improve it.

General Master List | Chapter 2

You hated her. She hated you. That was the only thing you and Wanda Maximoff could agree on. The rest of the team had no idea what happened to make you hate a certain witch so much but by the way you acted towards her they could tell it must have been something big. So here you were currently sitting in the kitchen of the Avengers compound with a scowl on your face as Wanda had just entered the room.

“Can’t you just try to be civil with her?” asked Natasha who was your best friend. The spy had been there when they rescued you from Hydra and helped you understand your abilities and control them so you couldn’t hurt anyone else. Natasha was the only person you willingly told about your past. The testing, the abuse, the torture and the stripping of your humanity really did a number on you but you managed to get through it. You had to. With an annoyed look, you turned to the redhead and met her eyes.

“I’m sorry Nat but I just don’t trust her,” you said for what felt like the millionth time. The whole team wanted you two to get along but that was quiet hard as you were both strong independent women who could be annoyingly stubborn. The spy dropped the conversation with a huff and continued to run by old mission files with you. During this you found yourself looking out for a certain brunette and you couldn’t help it. You thought it was just your paranoia acting up as that was a habit you couldn’t shake but you didn’t miss that other odd feeling you felt when looking for her.

“Y/n? Wanda? A word please,” spoke Captain America and you audibly groaned at the names called. You heard her mumbled something under her breath and you just help yourself from being a dick.

“What’s wrong darling?” you sarcastically retort.

“What do you think?” she spat out, her accent thick.

“I think your thinking about having to spend time all alone with me,” you started with a smirk and she just raised her eyebrow at you, “Trying your hardest to keep that little mind of yours from thinking about being under me.” Thanks to your abilities you heard her breath hitch and knew you had riled her up.

“As If I would want to be under you,” she growled but you could see the way her legs slowly squeezed together. You loved teasing her because it always worked and well if you were being honest you had definitely thought about her being under you. The woman was gorgeous! She had a stunning body from all her training, she could kill men twice the size of her and she never backed down from a challenge. How could you not fantasize about her? It would be like some amazing fanfic where the two people who hated each other would some reason have amazing hot sex and maybe fall in love.

“Keep telling yourself that darling,” you said. You were about to tease her even more but a firm grip on your shoulder stopped you.

“Go now,” ordered Natasha and you saluted at her in a mocking manner and walked down the hall to follow the captain and witch. You couldn’t stop yourself and your eyes wandered lower until they reached the brunettes behind. You quickly averted your gaze once you released what you were doing.

“So what’s this for Grandpa,” you joke as he leads you to the training room. You jump up onto the pile of mats to sit on while he just rolls his eyes at the nickname. You and Steve were close as you both shared the super soldier serum but yours was more enhanced.

“You and Wanda will be sparring partners from now on,” his tone serious and you just laughed.

“You think she could fight me?” your voice shocked. “Wow I’m officially hurt Captain,” for dramatics you placed your hand on your heart and acted as if he had shot you.

“Get down Y/n,” he grumbled but you listened as he was still your friend. “You are going to spar with each other and settle your differences otherwise you are both banned from missions.”

“What?” you and Wanda both asked in unison.

“You heard me,” his tone stern, “Now sort this out so we don’t have to listen to anymore arguing.” With that said he left the room and slammed the door making you laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she snapped while tying her hair up and getting in a fighting stance. You looked her up and down unconsciously before clearing your throat.

“Looks like you’ll have plenty of time to be under me darling,” you purred and launched yourself at her. She dodged a few of your punches but you noticed how she put way to much weight onto one of her legs meaning if you swiped at her other-

“Fuck,” she shouted as her back hit the mat and you climbed on top of her to pin her down. You moved her hands over her head while moving your hips to straddle hers. Your faces were inches apart and your smirk was predatory. You looked deeply into her ocean eyes and wondered has she always had such beautiful eyes? You watched as her breathing started to pick up as you moved to whisper in her ear.

“If you want to be under me just ask,” you purred. “I’m sure I could make you scream,” your tone was sultry and as you pulled back you saw her eyes dilate so much only slivers of the green were left. You chuckled at her reaction before getting of her and waiting for her to get back up. You let her make the first move this time and quickly avoided her incoming attacks. You read her movements and analysed her techniques before predicting her next moves. You knew Natasha had trained her mostly so she had learned the spy’s skills but they just weren’t as developed as hers. Once she lifted the weight on one foot you knew she was going to swing her foot at you so you moved back and caught it with your hand. You flipped her over as she was now off balanced but made sure to put a hand on her back before she hit the mat once again. You hated her but that didn’t mean you were going to purposely hurt her. You weren’t like that anymore.

“You really do like being on your back for me,” you teased as you pinned her once again.

“Shut up,” she said with her accent coming out strong. “I’m getting a drink.” You gazed at her as she drank from her water bottle. From where you were you could see the light showing off the sweat that was dripping down the column of her neck and slowly trickling its way to the valley of her breasts. The sight of her was intoxicating and you couldn’t help but stare. You managed to look away before you came off as creepy and she returned to you a few moments later.

“Ready to be beaten again?” you taunted and she just rolled her eyes before throwing a surprise punch. You were impressed but it didn’t work as you countered it and swiped her off her feet once again.

“Wow you really are falling for me,” you joked and she groaned in annoyance. The two of you continued to spar for another hour until Wanda finally called it quits as she was getting annoyed. She managed to land a few hits on you occasionally but would always end up underneath you. When she stormed out of the training room you assumed it was out of frustration as you had being egging her on for ages. However Wanda left in such a hurry as the wetness between her thighs was becoming too much.

Once in her room she quickly shed her self of her sweaty workout clothes and laid down on her bed in nothing but her underwear. She didn’t get why you hated her so much. The only reason she acted the way she did to you was because that’s how you treated her. Wanda pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind as she moved her hands along her sculpted body. Sparring with you had awoken something in her. Yeah sure she had thought about you multiple times while pleasuring herself but to actually be under you and be so close? It had her wet within seconds. Her nimble fingers found themselves teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bra before she moved to unclasp it and throw it somewhere into her room. She pictured you above her, your hands teasing her nipples as she moaned under you. Your name falling out of her lips like a prayer as you took her desperately in her bed. One of her hands moved from her breast to slip underneath the fabric of her underwear and start rubbing circles into her clit. She wondered if you would be dominating during sex as you had that cocky personality or if you were really just a brat who needed to be tamed like she was. She hoped you would take charge and make her scream like you promised. She found herself getting unbearably wet between her thighs as the coil in her stomach started to tighten. She slipped in two fingers and thrusted at a leisurely pace imagining they were your fingers and you were teasing her for being such a brat this morning. Her hips bucked every time her palm brushed her clit and soft whimpers left her lips. She didn’t even notice that she was moaning your name as she edged closer and closer to the edge.

“Y/n,” spoke a voice and you whipped your head around. It was Steve great. “Why did Wanda look so annoyed after training with you?”

“I don’t know maybe because all she did was get pinned to the floor by me? I’m sorry Cap I really am but she’s too easy to fight!” you exclaimed and he sighed in frustration.

“Then why don’t you try and help her improve!” he said and you looked at him confused.

“Isn’t that your job? Or Nat’s?” he pinched the bridge of his nose at you and huffed.

“It’s yours now ok?” he said in a serious voice and you just groaned. Why God, why? “Also you can go check on her and apologise for being so rough on her in training,” his voice left no room for arguing so you mumbled stuff under your breath before leaving to go see the witch.

“God Y/n,” she whimpered as her fingers hit her g-spot repeatedly. She was a wet mess by now and she didn’t care. The image of you pounding into her with a strap on was doing wonders for her and she was so close to coming for a second time.

As you were about to knock on her door you heard what sounded like a groan. You froze at the door. Did you hurt her badly in training? Was she in pain? Steve was going to kill you. Oh god you had fucked up. “Fuck Y/n, right there please,” the witch moaned and you realised. Oh.

Wanda curled the two fingers inside her and rubbed tight, fast circles into her clit with her other hand bringing herself right to the edge. With a final thrust she came with a guttural scream and trembled on the bed as her orgasm washed over her. She laid on the bed panting after having two of the best orgasms of her life. Who knew you turned the witch on that much.

You remained frozen at the door as you had just heard Wanda moaning your name and had just orgasmed at the thought of you. Every single ounce of confidence in you went flying out of the widow as Wanda just came thinking about you. You knew you had to see the witch otherwise Steve would definitely ban you from missions so you did the only thing you could think off- make dirty jokes while talking to her.

You knocked three times on the door before saying, “Hey Wanda, I’m sorry for going so hard on you in training I just thought you would have liked it hard and rough.” You could hear an embarrassed noise from through the door and quietly chuckled. “Anyway I can’t wait for you to come tomorrow.” Wanda groaned loudly into her pillow and dreaded training with you tomorrow.

The next day you and Wanda met for training you had decided to wear a tight fitting black t-shirt that showed off how defined your body was as well as slightly curvy. You certainly didn’t expect Wanda to turn up in tight leggings that hugged her ass perfectly and a small sports bra that made her chest look bigger. You had to control yourself as she swayed her hips towards you. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes and you could tell she was going to be a brat.

“Hey Y/n,” her tone sultry and accent thick.

“Hey Wanda,” your tone equally seductive. “Did you have fun last night?” You saw how she blushed and thought this was going to be easy.

“I did actually,” she murmured, her face inches from yours. “I did what you said I would.”

“And what was that darling?” the nickname slipping from your lips.

“Thinking of you,” her voice raspy. You raised an eyebrow at her boldness but let her carry on. “I thought of what it would be like to be under you,” she stepped closer to you and moved to a fight pose. She made sure that in the position she was in her breasts would be pushed up and it would give you a clear view of them. “To have your hands all over me,” she threw a punch and you easily dodged it but grabbed her arm and flung her over you. She landed on her back with you onto and her eyes dilated. You could see how flustered she was and how her thighs tried to squeeze together. You moved apart her legs with your hands, spreading her out for you before crawling above her and putting your knew in between her legs. A soft moan left her lips at the contact and you stopped advancing on her. It felt so wrong to have her here on the floor of the training room.

“Do you actually want this?” you asked in case she didn’t for some reason.

“Yes,” she gasped out. You pressed your lips against hers and heard her moan into the kiss. Fuck she was addicting. The taste of her lips, the sound of her whimpers, the smell of her perfume. You couldn’t get enough of her. You pulled away and saw how her eyes fluttered open, her lips chasing yours. A small peck on her lips was placed before you pulled away for good to stare at her.

“Not here darling,” you panted out on her lips. Her nose brushed yours and you so desperately wanted her now. “My room or yours?”

“Mine,” she whispered and you moved off her and pulled her up. You pulled her close to murmur into her ear.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” you nibbled on her ear lobe. “Go.” Swiftly she left the training room and you chuckled as she fumbled with the door.

Around five minutes later you knocked on her door after making sure no one would see you. As soon as the door opened a hand made its way to the collar of your shirt and she dragged you into her room. Wanda pressed you against the door and reattached your lips together in a hungry kiss. You groaned into her mouth as her body became flush with yours. In one motion, you switched the positions and trapped her body between you and the door.

“If you want to stop just say,” you panted out while resting your forehead against hers, “I won’t judge and will stop as soon as you want me to.” She smiled before lacing her hands through your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss. Your knee made its way back between her thighs and she took this as the chance to grind along it. Your hands moved from beside her head to massage her chest before pulling down the sports bra revealing her chest. She gasped as the cold air met her nipples while you just let out a low chuckle. Your fingers rolled and pinched her nipples as she sighed against your lips and grinded her core on your toned thigh.

“Please,” she whimpered as you moved your kisses to her neck. You sucked hard onto a spot on her neck where everyone could see as it and felt her buck her hips especially hard.

“Oh you like that darling?” you teased. “Do you want everyone to see your mine? To see this and think of me and you?” you bit down on another part of her neck and soothed it with your tongue before moving to her chest. Your name fell from her lips as you took a breast into your mouth and worshipped it. With a pop you let it go before moving onto the other.

“Y/n,” she whined, “Please I’m so close. I need you to,” she moaned out before you cut her off with your lips.

“Need me to what?”

“Touch me here,” she guided one of your hands to between her thighs and you instantly felt how wet she was.

“You’re so wet for me,” you growled out and she moaned at the tone of your voice. You rubbed her through the fabric of her leggings and felt her getting extremely close. “Do you want to come?” you felt her nod against your shoulder and you tsked her. “You’ve got to use your words if you want to be a good girl,” she moaned at the words. “Good girls get to come.”

“Please let me come,” she whimpered and you felt bad for what you were about to do but it would be worth it. “I’m so close,” as soon as she said that you picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around your toned abdomen. She whined as you placed her on the bed as she was so close to coming. Once she was on the bed you knelt by the end of it and reached for the waistband of her leggings. You looked at her in the eyes, asking the silent question, and waited for her to say yes. She nodded but you tsked again so she said, “Yes. Please!” You laughed at her neediness but continued to pull the remaining clothing off her skin. As you unveiled the soft, smooth skin of her legs you groaned quietly as she was breath-taking.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered while moving her legs over your shoulder. You peppered open mouthed kisses in between her thighs before leaving a few bites to leave as a reminder. “Is this what you wanted?” you murmured into her skin. “To be spread out and wanting for me?” your hot breath sent all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout the witch and a low moan left her lips. “Desperate for my touch?” you finally gave in and took her clit into your mouth. Her hips jerked at pleasure so with one of your hands you held her hips down. The show of strength made Wanda feel even more aroused and a new gush of wetness pooled between her thighs. Your tongue licked between her folds while your free hand moved to circle her clit. You thrusted your tongue into her dripping core and felt her clench around you. Wanda was already extremely close from before so it only took a few thrusts of your tongue against her walls and a few rubs of her clit for her legs to wrap around your head. Her legs trembled as she came with a long string of moans, her back arching beautifully and chest heaving from the intensity of it. Once she had rode out the last of her aftershocks you switched your tongue with your fingers and easily slipped two into her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as her hips bucked as best they could under your grip. You started a fast pace of moving your digits within her while your mouth sucked and licked around your extremely sensitive clit. It took only a minute or so for the witch to cry out your name out as another orgasm washed over her. You waited once again for her to calm down and tested to see if she could handle another. You worked her up slowly this time and her hands unclenched the sheet in her hand and tangled in your hair. You made her come another time before deciding she had enough and it would be too much for another.

“Are you alright?” you whispered as you moved back above her body. She sighed out a yes before pressing her lips against yours. The brunette moaned as she tasted herself on your lips before pulling away.

“Do you want me to?” she asked breathlessly and you shook your head.

“Its ok,” you said after pressing your lips together once again, “You’re tired. Go and rest.” You moved to her bathroom to grab a towel so you could quickly wipe her down and clean her up. Once you were happy she was alright you went to grab her clothes and put them into a wash basket before passing her some comfortable clothes to wear. You heard her call your name so you turned around to look at her.

“Stay?” she had hope in her eyes and for some reason you felt like you couldn’t deny her. You crawled into the bed with her and felt her move close to cuddle you. This felt weird for you as you had never expected to do this with her but it didn’t feel wrong so you went with it. “Y/n?” you hummed in response, “Why do you hate me?

“I don’t hate you,” you admitted. It was true. You never hated Wanda you were just scared of what she thought of you. When she went into your mind all that time ago when she was with Ultron you were still a new member of the team. You hadn’t done much to remove the ‘red in your ledger’ as Natasha phrased it and you assumed she just thought you were evil. “I just thought you would see me as a monster. I pushed you away because you saw all of me and it just….scared me I guess.” She removed her head from your chest to look at you in the eyes.

“You’re not a monster Y/n. And I never thought that of you.” She pressed her lips onto yours and this time it felt different.

“I’m sorry for how I treated you,” you whispered against her lips, not meeting her eyes.

“I’m sorry too,” she cooed and you finally looked at her, “But to be honest I was just mad at you. I had a huge crush on you and you just wanted to push me away.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m yours now,” you said and you saw her raise her eyebrow, “Well that’s if you still want me.” She answered you by kissing you passionately on the lips and pulling you closer.

“Of course I do.”

[midniqhtt]

comfort fic reads II 4k celebration

₊˚⊹⋆ main masterlist ꨄ︎ part two list ₊˚⊹⋆

a/n: list got too long and had me maxed out. so i shifted some fandoms to part two instead.

hi loves! i never do anything for celebrating but i thought i could make a big list of all my favorite fics i’ve read over the past few months/years and continue rereading. i can never get enough of showing my appreciation for writers and all their hard work, and i want them to know i think of these fics/series at least once a day ♡︎ i say ‘comfort’ but theres more angst lol

key- A: angst II F: fluff II S: smut II SB: slow burn II C: comfort

.𖥔 MARVEL .𖥔

𝑩𝑶𝑩 𝑹𝑬𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑺

ꨄ︎ loving you is easy two II @blank-potato II A + F

You and Bob are indifferent to each other, never seeming to mesh. But when you lose your memory, something new blooms between the two of you.

ꨄ︎ fooled around and fell in love II @flowersforbucky II S + A + F

you've never been one for commitment, and your teammates know it. when you and bob start seeing each other, it takes them by surprise and makes them worry about how he'll react to the heartbreak that they expect to follow. what they don't understand - you've never felt like this about anyone.

ꨄ︎ soft currents next to you II @nghtwngs II S + A + F

there is falling in love. there is also falling into another universe. there is also falling in love again.

ꨄ︎ home is where the heart is II @ilovemilestellersmoustache II A + F

Wanting to feel more included Bob decides to help on a mission but in efforts to protect you he injures himself leaving him with amnesia. Your boyfriend not remembering isn’t the biggest problem because he’s always going to find you again, even in a hundred lifetimes.

ꨄ︎ soulmate II @geminiwritten II A + C

you're engaged to bucky when you find out that not only are fated mates real, but you have one... and it's not your fiancé

ꨄ︎ we can’t be friends part two II @tfatwsbarnes II A

bob always wondered why you didn’t favour him over the rest of your team. until he learned that you had unsettled the bones of the tva.

ꨄ︎ cowboy like me II @goldenlikedayl1ght II A + F

you get a text from an old friend and think.. you could do worse than a book club.. with some benefits.

ꨄ︎ xerox two three II @ichori II A + SB + C

you had one last job before you were free. no more splitting, no more deaths. unfortunately, that job seemed to rope in four other assassins and a... a man in hospital-wear?

𝑩𝑼𝑪𝑲𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑺

ꨄ︎ bad boys don’t buy flowers II @espinosaurusrexex II S + A + F

Bucky would have never thought, he’d be chasing after a girl. Not when all of them usually fell at his feet. But when he finds himself entangled in a deal born out of a desperate argument with his assistant, he realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for you: The independent florist who is adamantly dragging him to the homeless shelter every chance she gets. There is just one problem: Bucky doesn't know how to tell you. And the teasing from his friends is certainly not making things easier for him...

ꨄ︎ come back to you II @buckyalpine II F

What happens when a time travel mission ends up with a version of Bucky from the 40′s standing on the time travel platform.

ꨄ︎ curiosity killed the cat II @queers-gambit II A + C

after rescuing you from kidnappers, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become.

ꨄ︎ you’re my desire part two II @marvelouslizzie and @notafunkiller II S + F

Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers' date, but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes' arms.

ꨄ︎ graveyard part two II @wkemeup II A + C

As the unofficial healer for the Avengers, you pride yourself on the ability to mend heroes with the touch of your hand. Only, your gift comes at a heavy price — one you keep secret from your friends —and when Bucky asks you to do the impossible, they’ll discover why your gift is called a sacrifice, too. 

ꨄ︎ dreamscape II @/wkemeup II A + C

When Bucky falls under the spell of a Djinn, the line between fantasy and reality blurs. In order to survive, he must fight his way back to the real world - even if it costs him everything he's ever wanted.

ꨄ︎ blurred lines part two II @ellemj II S + A + F

When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.

ꨄ︎ love language II @/flowersforbucky II S + F

snapshots of your relationship with bucky told through the five love languages.

ꨄ︎ flashing lights part two II @pellucid-constellations II A + C

Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?

ꨄ︎ stay still part two II @buckysknifecollection II A + C

What if your soulmate was the one person you had hurt the most?

ꨄ︎ saturn II @shurisneakers II A

you die. bucky tries to bring you back (or) close to a year after you die, bucky's desperation finally finds an answer. but it may not be the one he's hoping for.

ꨄ︎ bleeding heart II mournthebird II A + C

You're his assigned nurse.

ꨄ︎ 40s!bucky II @helaintoloki II A + F

after accidentally sending yourself back in time, you run into a younger version of the man you loathe only to find yourself questioning your feelings for him

𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹

ꨄ︎ under my skin II @/flowersforbucky II F

what first begins as a series of bad luck shows you a different side of the man who normally drives you crazy.

ꨄ︎ moral of the story II @starktonyx II A

You never expected to be blindly sent to kill your ex-husband, but when you cross paths again in looping shame rooms, it’s like going through the pain all over again.

𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑲

ꨄ︎ without you part 2 II @foli-vora II A

You return after the 'blip'. Five years is a long time, and a lot of things can happen in that time.

𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

ꨄ︎ for science II @projectionistwrites II S + A + C

In which the Moon Knight alter system presents a unique opportunity to settle the nature versus nurture debate, once and for all...

ꨄ︎ red flags II @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss II S + A + F

Sweet as he is, dating Steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way. 

ꨄ︎ the jake problem pt2 II @bensolosbluesaber II S + A + C

Jake hates you. Like really hates you, which wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t dating Steven and Marc. But maybe, just maybe, Jake doesn’t hate you.

𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝑹

ꨄ︎ sunset lovers II @duskholland II F

you’ve never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you’re desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you’re stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae.

ꨄ︎ one more to see you II @waitimcomingtoo II A

in an effort to see Peter again, you Dream Walk and learn it’s consequences

𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑻𝑹𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑿𝑰𝑴𝑶𝑭𝑭

ꨄ︎ silent treatment II @floral-and-fine II A + C

where the words their soulmate speaks first are tattooed on their arm.

𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑽𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺

ꨄ︎ watchful eyes II @/espinosaurusrexex II S + A + F

When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself.

ꨄ︎ out of time pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 II @after-avenging-hours II S + A + F

When Steve is poisoned on a mission, his only hope is a pure Super Soldier Serum. You travel to 1943 to find it—but without the infinity stones, your actions could change the future. Can you save him before time runs out?

.𖥔 TOP GUN .𖥔

𝑩𝑶𝑩 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝒀𝑫

ꨄ︎ the plan II @/geminiwritten II A + F

the squad are all pretty sure that bob has a thing for you, but you're not convinced, so you hatch a plan to tease him within an inch of his life until he snaps

ꨄ︎ the kind of girl i could love II @roosterforme II F

Bob has a secret admirer, but he's convinced it's actually Jake and Nat messing with him. 

𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑳𝑬𝒀 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑾

ꨄ︎ love to lie pt2 pt3 pt4 II @/ddejavvu II A + F

Your worst fear is recognized when Bradley’s jet goes down with him in it. You’re not sure why you’re still his emergency contact, you’d broken up two weeks ago, but when you rush into the hospital room, you discover that you have a chance to fix the mistake you’d been cursing yourself for. The only problem is, you have to lie to Bradley, and you discover that you love doing it if it means you get to be with him again.

ꨄ︎ things unseen and heard II @bloatedandalone04 II S + A + F

the one where you overhear bradley talk about you to jake and decide to give him the space he apparently wanted.

ꨄ︎ playing games II @/geminiwritten II A + F

you've been best friends with rooster for years and you're both obviously in love with each other, but he refuses to cross that line... until you accept some help from hangman and he takes the game just a little too far

ꨄ︎ wrong number II @roosterforme II F

Bradley was planning on a quiet night at home with a beer and a basketball game on TV. When he receives a text from a wrong number, he's left looking at a beautiful photo of you. Now he just needs to persuade you to ditch the guy you meant to text and focus on him instead.

ꨄ︎ between friends II @sometimesanalice II S + F

Bradley and you don’t talk about that Spring Break. But a single question asked during a night out at the Hard Deck might just change things between the two of you forever.

ꨄ︎ trouble in paradise II @/sunlightmurdock II S + A

After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.

ꨄ︎ i’ll show you good, restore your faith II @/se7entyrell II A + F

Your relationship with Bradley is new. Really new. Like, 'haven't let him smell your morning breath yet' new. But when he gets a call telling him that his mom is dying, you find yourself driving him to San Diego in the middle of the night, preparing to meet his entire extended family during the worst period of their lives.

ꨄ︎ terms of endearment II @ohtobeleah II A + C (heavy themes)

They always say when you aren’t looking for love it tends to find you. So when you and your daughter turn up in Fighter Town, Bradley Bradshaw is instantly infatuated. With reluctance to trust and harbouring a bad past, you don’t make it easy for the fighter pilot to love you.

𝑱𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑵

ꨄ︎ domestic fantasy II @/geminiwritten II F

your ex is coming back to collect some things he left behind and you accidentally tell him that you have a new boyfriend, so hangman accepts the role of your new (fake) boyfriend

ꨄ︎ dirty laundry part two II @/geminiwritten II S + A + F

after a couple months of living together, you're still completely oblivious to how you affect jake and he's starting to spiral because now he's... feeling things

ꨄ︎ medical emergency II @marvelwitchergilmore II F

When Jake gets a call asking to pick you up from the hospital, it's safe to say he's confused. Especially considering neither of you were known for getting along with the other.

ꨄ︎ sign of the times pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 II @se7entyrell II S + A

You're destined to die in Jake Seresin's arms. In every life, in every iteration, it's inescapable. Whether you loathe, or love each other, each ending stays the same. But what if it doesn't have to?

ꨄ︎ spring fling pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 II @ddejavvu II F (in progress)

You should have known the ‘no refunds’ detail on the website for Spring Fling was a red flag. But you paid no mind to it, eager to be assigned a quick fuck for spring break. When the man that walks through your cabin door is none other than Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, your wildly infuriating fellow pilot, you have two choices: bicker the entire time and have a miserable spring break, or fuck.

.𖥔 MISCELLANEOUS .𖥔

𝑹𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑻 𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑻

ꨄ︎ odds are stacked II @sunlightmurdock II S

In which Rhett loses a bet and you lose your virginity.

𝑻𝒀𝑳𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑺

ꨄ︎ all yours II @/geminiwritten II A + F

after being best friends and chasing storms with tyler for years, one night changes everything... now you're staring at a pregnancy test with two pink lines—and just as you're working up the nerve to tell him, tyler announces to the world that he never wants to settle down or have kids

ꨄ︎ orange juice II @ahsokaismyqueen II S + F

When it's time to interview a group of storm chasers for your new book, you get sent back to your hometown. You never would have guessed one of the people you'd be interviewing would be your ex boyfriend. And you might still be a little in love with him.

ꨄ︎ no hesitation II @briefinquiries II S + F

Tyler would be the type of guy that if a girl came up to him and said ‘this guy is creepy, pls pretend to be my bf’ he would be like ‘hell yay’ and scare the guy away

𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑲

ꨄ︎ all the stars are closer II @kashimos-hajime II A + F

mark watney wasn’t the only one left behind on mars, and as you struggle to survive on the desert planet, hidden feelings come to light between you and your best friend, dr. chris beck.

𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻

ꨄ︎ all american boy II @scribes-of-valar II A + C

Your friend has been distant for months, all of a sudden he's a brand new man. He's practically a puppy dog following after you and you're not sure how to feel. What's a girl to do when she suddenly finds herself looking at not one, but two Clark Kent's?

ꨄ︎ no.1 party anthem II @sunsburns II F

what was supposed to be a night for work takes an unexpected turn when you run into clark kent—alone at a restaurant, waiting for a date who seems to have no intention of showing up. poor guy.

𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳 𝑹𝑶𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯

ꨄ︎ an itch you can’t scratch pt2 II @theonewiththefanfics II S + A + F

After taking a bad fall, Y/N gets rushed to the ED of Pittsburg Trauma Medical Hospital only to come face to face with a man she had a one-night stand with, and who ghosted her that same morning without a word - Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch. As if her bad day couldn't get any worse than it was...

[householdcryptid]

Cockwarming anon again! Dude… that fic was so fucking good, i’m still reeling from it. Like, read it multiple times, squealing and kicking my feet 🙈❤️❤️❤️

So, I offer you this idea as a little thank you (also apologies in advance if this sucks, i’m not a writer, i’m just extremely thirsty and bobpilled rn);

So they’re not fucking, right? But they’re also technically not not fucking.

It’s taken Bob a little while to actually process what’s going on, and what exactly he’s feeling. It takes him a little while to figure out that, sure, he’s getting comfort, but there’s something else in there, something deeper, more primal.

He develops little fixations, and right now he’s fixated on her thighs. He doesn’t know how he’s never noticed them before, how soft and supple they look. Pure comfort. He finds himself wanting to touch them at all times, and she lets him without question, of course, but it only makes him worse.

He’ll sit closer to her so his legs can press against hers as much as possible, he’ll grab them under the table at meals. He’ll even ask to lay his head on them when they’re watching movies together. Slowly escalating, pawing, rubbing his face against them like a cat, sweating, whining, drooling, until his head is enclosed between them, face pressed against against her core. Panting, shaking, eyes closed in complete bliss like he’s finally found heaven.

Just wait until he figures out that he’s a munch.

babe i know you said you arent a writer but you SHOULD be holy shit 😵‍💫 also thank you! i'm so so so glad you liked the last one 🩷🩷🩷

i'm thinking about doing a part two to this just so i can write about him getting pussy drunk tbh he deserves that. # bob reynolds is a munch

cw: rob bein a nasty lil freak, uhhhh scent kink(? kind of?), nsfw but no real sex, reader knows robby is a weirdo and is Totally into it, talks of addiction (not a lot but mentioned), short because i got sick 💔👎, hope you enjoy 😌🩷

It starts off small. It always does with Bob. One tiny thing that snowballs into an addiction, and leaves him reeling. Once upon a time it was morphine, and then worse, but now? Now it’s you.

Small things— things no one but him would notice. The way you smile when he tells you about his day, no matter how boring it is. The way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, the way you glow.

More recently though, he can’t stop thinking about your legs. He’ll sit in the gym and watch you spar with Walker or Yelena, not understanding why the sight of their hands on you makes his skin crawl.

Instead of focusing on that feeling though, he zeroes in on your legs. The way they tense up, strike out to catch your opponent in the gut, the way they look when you have them wrapped around someones neck, pinning them to the ground.

They’re beautiful, even when you aren’t fighting. He finds himself drawn in, big warm palm sliding over the fabric of your sweats to knead at your thigh mid movie night. He isn’t trying to be a creep, isn’t making any attempt to get handsy, just wants to feel the plushness of it in his grip.

It devolves quickly. Gentle squeezes turn to fingerprint bruises that he feels genuinely awful for. You don’t ever mind, though. Your best friend is just tactile, he doesn’t know his own strength sometimes, and it’s not like you’re complaining, so why is he upset?

He stops squeezing as much, but it leaves something of a hole behind in his day to day. An ache he can’t explain, a longing that feels bone deep. Until you pull him to lay his head on your lap one day, and he’s found a new thing to be hooked on. Revels in the way the plush skin bows under his cheek, how you always end up petting through his hair. It ends up being a surefire way to put him to sleep, eventually.

It’s just too comforting. To have your attention on him so completely, your fingers in his soft curls and his cheek smushed against your soft thigh.

One day, the tower is empty, save you and Rob. He’s twitchy, strung tight like a rubber band ready to snap, skin buzzing with a power he still doesn’t understand and doesn’t think he deserves.

But you’re there, too, and that helps. Pulling him in with gentle hands, and he expects the usual. His head on your lap, your hand in his hair, but you shift. Your knees part, and you pat your tummy invitingly.

“I wanna lay down too, goofy.” You explain, laughing softly at his puzzled expression. He can’t stop staring long enough to come up with a verbal response. You’re wearing shorts, cotton boxers that pull taut at your thighs, dimpling the skin a bit, and his mouth waters.

His sigh is heavy and tremulous when he nuzzles his face against your stomach, lays flat on his front between your legs, arms wrapped up beneath your thighs, his hands splayed under your lower back.

“S’better.” He mumbles, lashes fluttering as he breathes in the scent of you. That’s where it starts, really. Your scent.

Warmth, clean sweat and a heady musk that makes him a little dizzy, he seeks it out. Noses down your tummy, wriggles southward until his face is buried between your thighs.

You giggle— honest to God giggle— and heat licks up his spine.

“Sorry-” He mutters, not making any attempt to actually pull away. “M’sorry. You smell so good,” He whispers, hands sliding to press your thighs closer around his head, nosing at your cunt through the soft material of your shorts. “S’so fuckin’ warm here.” He croaks out, just on the edge of a whine, nails biting into your supple skin.

“It’s okay, Robby,” You murmur, ever so indulgent, especially when he’s whining against your clothed core, already drooling into the fabric. “You can stay. You’re good, bubs.”

He almost sobs at the reassurance, brain going blissfully empty when you squeeze your thighs around his head gently.

He’s trembling just a little bit, huffing these shakey breaths against your core like he can’t quite catch his breath, pretty blue eyes unfocused and heavy lidded. Blissed out on just the smell and the feel of you, the way your thighs block out the sound of the room and the constant buzzing in his brain when they press to his ears.

He falls asleep like that, mouthing at your cunt through the shorts, letting out short little whimpers and huffy groans, your fingers in his hair and your thighs pressed to his ears.

You can only sigh, slip into a nice catnap as well, knowing full well the whole process will begin again when he wakes up.

[diaryofavillainwhore]

— Corrupt Me Softly

She smiled too easily. That’s the first thing he noticed about her.

In a city choked with smoke and rot, she was all softness and light. The kind of girl who bent to help a bleeding stranger. Who picked flowers from the cracks in the pavement. Who still clapped when pro heroes gave speeches and said things like “We’ll protect you.”

It was fucking laughable. Pathetic. He hated girls like that. He wanted girls like that. No, he wanted her.

Dabi first saw her during a league attack gone wrong. Her arms were wrapped around a sobbing child, blood on her hands, eyes wide and too brave. She looked up and saw him through the fire. His face was half hidden by staples and shadow, but he saw her clearly. That beautiful soft face, the big eyes. And what she didn’t do. What she should’ve done. She didn’t scream or beg. She watched him with unblinking eyes… and that was it.

He should’ve turned her into kindling. Should’ve reduced her to bones and ash, like the rest of the meatbags in the way. But something about her made him pause for a second. And in that second, the idea planted itself like a spark on dry wood.

What would someone like her sound like when she cried for him?

She didn’t even know his name, not really. She had heard rumors about the league of villains and its members. But he was like whispers in the smoke.

And he followed her every day. Sat on rooftops with a cigarette between his teeth, watching her go about her sunshine life. She wore skirts that floated when she walked. Took care of stray cats. Gave money to buskers. Laughed with her friends like she hadn’t seen a man burn alive last week.

He started slow. A scorched bouquet outside her door. A voice in the dark. A heat on the back of her neck when she walked alone. She left her curtains open like an invitation, like she wanted to be seen.

And Dabi? He watched her sleep. Watched her press her knees together in bed like she was pretending not to be needy. She was aching for something she didn’t understand yet and it made him smile, because he’d be the only one able to give it to her.

Then the man at her work smiled too long. Chatted her up with clear intentions. She was too naive to notice, but Dabi saw everything, and he acted.

Two days later, he was found in an alley, tongue cooked black, hands melted down to the knuckles. No suspects. No witnesses. Just a message burned into the bricks.

‘Don’t touch what’s mine.’

She knew. She knew he was watching her, and she didn’t tell the heroes. That’s when he knew she’d break.

When he finally showed himself again, it was in the alley behind her apartment. Her hands trembled, But she didn’t run.

“What do you want from me?” she whispered.

He stepped close. Breath hot against her ear. His fingers slid over her jaw like he was touching glass. “Everything.”

And he took everything piece by piece. First, her time. Then, her truth. He made her lie to her friends. Made her second-guess the people she trusted. Made her sneak out just to hear his voice. She started trembling not from fear, but from want. From the sick little thrill of hearing her name curl off his tongue like a threat.

When she told him she still believed in heroes, he laughed. “Then why do you moan like a sinner when I touch you?”

One day, she came to her childhood home to black smoke in the distance. Gone—burned to the ground. Every memory, every piece of who she used to be, gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.

He found her on her knees in the rain, sobbing. And all he did was kneel behind her and stroke her hair like a lover. “They never gave a fuck about you. They loved your brother more. They always did. Now they can’t hurt you anymore.”

She screamed at him. Fought him. Hit him until her knuckles split. And he let her, because pain is still attention and rage is still connection.

Beneath it all, her heart was cracking like glass under pressure. “You’re sick,” she spat.

“No, baby,” he purred, cupping her face, his thumb brushing the tear on her cheek. “I’m in love.”

She had a plan. A secret exit stashed under the floorboards—money, a burner phone, a recording of what Dabi had done. Names. Dates. Faces.

He had changed her. He had Warped her. He had twisted everything she believed in. But maybe… maybe she still had time to undo it.

She told herself she wasn’t running from him, just running back to the truth. Back to the heroes she once adored. To justice and to the light that used to warm her, before cold flames surrounded her like a shield. No, not a shield, but a cage.

One last chance to escape the monster who lived in her shadow.

She got as far as one street away from the agency. Her hands trembled as she looked up at the building. Its sleek glass windows reflecting hope, safety, salvation.

Her eyes burned with tears. She stepped forward, and a hand closed over her wrist. Hot. Unmistakable. Dabi.

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out?” he murmured behind her, low and calm, the way it always was right before he snapped. “After everything I gave you, everything I burned for you… you really thought you could crawl back to them?”

She gasped, tried to yank her arm free, but he was already dragging her backwards into the alley. Into the dark, and out of sight.

Her body betrayed her, like whenever he touched her. When she smelled that unmistakable scent of smoke and musk. She shivered at his touch, weak with adrenaline and full of twisted memories.

“No—let me go, Dabi—” she whimpered weakly.

“No,” he growled, shoving her against the damp brick wall, pressing his body to hers. “You don’t get to fucking leave.”

Despite the beautiful sunny day, the alley was tight and cold. A siren wailed in the distance. She still could see the hero agency’s sign, beyond the edge of the wall. So close. Even a single scream could save her, but the fear of what would happen to Dabi overpowered the need to step back into the light.

So she let him held her there, trapped in the shadows, his hands sliding under her shirt like he owned her.

“You thought you were a civilian again?” he sneered. “That you could go back to your little sunshine life and wash the filth off? You’re not one of them anymore. You’re mine.”

She whimpered, struggling, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I just wanted to feel normal again.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, his voice turned dangerously soft. “You were normal. I made you better. I made you real. I made you mine. And now you’re gonna show me you remember that.”

She froze as he dropped to his knees in the filth of the alleyway, yanked her panties down beneath her skirt, and pushed her thighs apart. “Dabi, no—please, someone might see—”

“Then maybe they’ll learn who you belong to.”

He licked a slow stripe up her inner thigh, fingers bruising her hips as he buried his face into her soaked cunt. There wasn’t anything gentle about the way he ate her. Every lick, every suck was punishment. Her back arched against the brick. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry. It was sick and twisted how she wept for him.

“That’s it,” he rasped against her pussy, pulling away just enough to look up at her. “Say you missed me. Say you missed my mouth, my cock, my hands around your throat. Say you don’t want them. You want me.”

She shook her head, choking on a sob, “I—I wanted out—”

“Liar. You wanted to be caught. You wanted me to remind you how fucking good it feels to be ruined.”

He stood and opened the zipper of his pants, enough to free his partly burned cock out. Angry, hot and leaking for her. He gripped her thigh with one hand and hooked it around his waist. The other holds his cock tightly, smacking it against her swollen clit until she was sobbing. Then he thrusted into her in one brutal push. She cried out, eyes wide, walls clenching around him with betrayal and sick, molten need.

“You hear that?” he growled, rolling his hips in slow, devastating rhythm. “That wet little pussy knows where she belongs. Not in some glass tower full of hypocrites. Not at the feet of heroes. Here. In the dark. Taking me like a fucking whore.”

He kissed her like he was starving. Fucked her like he was punishing her for the thought of leaving. Slow and mean, hands holding her open, body caging her in, fucking her against the bricks like she was nothing but his plaything.

“Tell me,” he hissed against her ear, “do the heroes make you cum like I do? Do they choke you while you beg for more? Do they own your fucking soul like I do?”

She sobbed and wailed and squeezed her eyes shut. Pleasure and shame blurted the edges of her mind. “Please,” she whimpered.

He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in with a growl. “Say. It. Say you’re mine. Say you never fucking left.”

And with her face soaked, her thighs shaking, her pussy gripping him like she never wanted to let go—she cracked. She cracked and broke completely. “I’m yours. I never left. I can’t—I can’t live without you—”

He groaned deeply and looked up to the sky, like he was thanking every fucked up god that she’d be finally his. His hips started to stutter as he ground deep inside her and spilled her womb full of him. He held her there for a long moment, still buried inside her. His grip bruised her skin, two hearts pounding like war drums and finding the same rhythm.

Then he kissed her temple so sweetly it made her cry again. “That’s my girl. You’ll never leave again. Not unless you want the world to burn for it.”

for @dabislittlemouse, because corruption never felt so good

[vikkirosko]

🐰 Jax x Reader Platonic headcanons A friend in the Void 🗝

Jax could hardly call anyone his friend. He annoyed many people and, it would seem, no one was ready to tolerate him. But there was you before. You were the only one he really spent a lot of time with, and he got softer around you. Unlike him, you were much calmer and friendlier towards others. You and Jax balanced each other out, and because of that, the others could tolerate his company. But something happened that no one expected. You disappeared. One day, when everyone was going to the next quest, you didn't come. You weren't in your room, and you weren't even anywhere in the circus. You just disappeared without telling anyone or leaving any trace. Even Caine couldn't find you. When everyone realized that you had disappeared, Jax realized that he was all alone. He lost the only friend who supported him no matter what

When Pomni appeared in the circus, it would seem that little had changed, but when she was in the Void, she was sure that she had seen someone. When Caine found her, she told him about it, but he insisted that no one could be there. But that wasn't the case. You were there. You didn't know exactly how you ended up in the Void, but you've been there for a long time, and in all that time you've never been able to get out. Even Caine didn't seem to see you there. Pomni was the one who found herself in the Void for the first time in a long time and she was able to see you. You hoped that she would tell others about you, but that didn't happen. You saw it because of the small windows that allowed you to see everything that was happening. You saw how Jax, your best friend, tried to hide his real emotions behind rudeness, and it alienated the others, which is why they didn't see that he was in pain

You didn't know how long you were in the Void, but you saw that your friends stopped talking about you, even Jax was silent, even though you saw that he stopped every time next to your door when he walked down the hall. To the others, it was like you were dead. They were sure that the same thing had happened to you as to everyone else, and you were trying your best to keep the remnants of your mind. The fact that you didn't lose your mind in the amount of time you spent in the Void was already amazing, but the more time you spent there, the more you forgot. Just being able to see those you cared about allowed you to keep some sanity. But you didn't know how much longer you could have lasted

Although the others were silent, Jax often thought of you. It was hard for him to believe that you were abstracted. You both spent a lot of time together and he would have noticed if something like this started happening to you, but you were acting the same as usual. When he asked Caine about you, he didn't get any clear answers. Jax couldn't even find you. He searched all the rooms of the circus he could get into, but found nothing. He couldn't even imagine where exactly you ended up. Just the fact that you weren't abstracted gave him hope that he would be able to find you

When Pomni saw your face on one of the doors, she couldn't understand how this was possible. While trying to ask others about you, she found out about your disappearance and that you and Jax were friends. That's why she told him what she saw. This gave Jax hope. He really wanted to believe that Pomni had seen you. He intended to find you before it was too late

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

This is something I can see happening if Pomni were to let it happen

Jax is terrible with boundaries

And so far Pomni hasn’t been speaking up about how uncomfortable she gets when he deliberately goes out of his way to get into her personal space

Here’s an interesting question that nobody seems to be asking: If Ribbit was such good friends with Jax, why did he abstract in the first place?

Now this is entirely speculative on my part, but I’ve been theorizing that what ultimately leads to someone abstracting isn’t the loss of sanity, but the surrender to hopelessness

It happened to Kaufmo when he realized he was never going to reach the mysteriously reappearing and disappearing exit door that taunted him for days

It almost happened to Gangle when she was stuck closing for an exhausting shift in a job she grew to hate because she knew this was her dead end as a a graphic design major dropout, until Pomni snapped her out of it by offering her a way to leave

And you’d think having a best buddy around would keep you from giving up on yourself. Someone to keep the endless days from feeling like torture

But what if your friend is the torture

I don’t think it’s fair to assume that Jax was consciously awful to him though. But considering that he saw Gangle taking his treatment with no push back as her “liking” it, it’s definitely feeling like he may have pushed his one friend a little too hard.

We don’t know what their dynamic was, we don’t know how different Jax was back then, we just know that Jax doesn’t like talking about it (which is reasonable, it’s a very sore subject)

But I sincerely don’t think Jax understands what healthy relationships look like anymore than Ragatha does

And what’s even more interesting is how different his philosophy is to Kinger’s

He core beliefs is practically the antithesis to the show’s themes

The boy has issues. Unexplored, deep seated, possibly ingrained as a survival instinct issues

And I don’t think having a friend who goes along with everything he wants is gonna help that

And I don’t think Pomni would

And I’m not sure if Jax will like that

[papayaem]

Two Wheels and One Heart – Part II

Dad!Lando Norris x daughter!reader

Summary: The recovery story of Lando's daughter after her motocross injury

Warning: Motocross accident, injury, broken bones, hospital, physio, fluff, angst if you squint

TAKES MOST TAKES PLACE DURING WINTER BREAK

Three days after surgery, the swelling had gone down enough for the doctors to finally place a proper cast on her leg. Lando had barely left the hospital. He’d only gone home once—to shower, grab clean clothes, and pick up her favorite hoodie (one of his quadrant hoodies, actually; she stole it two years ago before it was even released and never gave it back).

She was quiet, more than usual. Not in pain—at least not physically anymore—but in her spirit. She didn’t ask about her bike. Didn’t ask when she’d ride again.

That worried him more than the X-rays ever could.

Week 2 – Home, but Hurting

“Careful,” Lando muttered, arms under her as he helped her down onto the couch. She winced as her casted leg brushed the cushion.

“I’m fine, Dad.”

“You’re not fine,” he said. “You broke your tibia. There’s literally a metal rod in your leg now.”

“I don’t need reminding.”

He sat beside her, rubbing the back of his neck. There was silence for a while, broken only by the quiet hum of the telly in the background.

Then: “I scared you,” she whispered.

He turned to her. “What?”

“I know I did. You looked... different. At the hospital.”

Lando’s throat tightened. “Yeah. You did scare me. But not because of the injury.”

“Then why?”

“Because you weren’t you. You didn’t smile. You didn’t joke. You didn’t say ‘told you I’d send it off that ramp.’ That’s how I knew you weren’t okay.”

She looked down at her lap. “What if I can’t ride again?”

Lando reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, gently. “Then we’ll figure it out. But you can. You just... need time. You’re strong. Stronger than I ever was at your age.”

She looked up at him, eyes wet. “Promise?”

He nodded. “On every race I’ve ever driven.”

Week 5 – Progress and Pushback

They started physical therapy at a small clinic outside of town. Lando insisted on driving her every time. He’d sit in the waiting room, coffee in hand, reading notes from the McLaren team, but his attention always drifted to the sound of her voice echoing down the hall.

Some days she made jokes and would not shut up to save her life. Other days she cried in the car, or just completely shut down. He never rushed her. Never forced her to try explain something he could never fully understand or forced her to just “tough it out.” He just listened and waited, the supportive silent which made evrything hurt just a little bit less.

And one day, on the way home, she surprised him.

“Can we go see the track this weekend?”

He nearly missed the turn, but he agreed, feeling the need to give her everything she wanted and more, and incredibly proud of her progress.

Week 7 – Back Where It Happened

They pulled into the gravel lot on a Saturday morning, sun low, the track still damp with dew. Her crutches sunk slightly in the soft dirt as she limped to the fence.

Lando followed silently.

Her eyes scanned the course. The ramp still stood where she’d flown. Fallen. Broken.

“It doesn’t look so scary now,” she said.

“Because you faced it.”

“Not on the bike.”

“No,” Lando said softly. “But in here.” He tapped her chest. “That’s where the real crash happened. And that’s where the healing starts too.”

She didn’t reply, but her hand slipped into his, and she felt so much lighter, as if visiting the track gave her the closure she needed so badly.

Week 10 – Small Steps, Big Dreams

Lando had a surprise waiting in the garage. A stationary training bike—modded with softer suspension, full safety harness, and VR goggles linked to old GoPro footage of her favorite trails.

Her jaw dropped.

“You built this?”

He shrugged. “Had some help. McLaren engineers like side projects.”

She laughed for the first time in weeks. “You’re such a nerd.”

“Dad nerd,” he corrected, grinning.

And that afternoon, as she rode slowly, leaning softer than usual, legs trembling, Lando sat nearby with a stopwatch and a tear in his eye.

She wasn’t just riding and building strength again. She was rising.

Epilogue – Months Later

Six months to the day after her fall, she stood at the start gate of a small local event. Just an exhibition lap. No jumps. No pressure.

Lando was right beside her, adjusting her gloves, checking the straps on her boots like he always used to when she was little.

“You sure about this?” he asked, eyes searching hers.

She smiled, fearless this time. “Yeah. I’ve got my dad in my corner.”

She revved the engine. He stepped back. The gate dropped.

And as she took off, dust rising behind her like a storm, Lando didn’t see a broken girl. He saw his daughter—whole, brave, and flying again.

Please to not copy or Translate without permission x

[guitar-goose]

I'm going to be blunt and maybe controversial here.

Jinu is not a good person, even at the end of the move.

But that's why he's such a good character.

Throughout the movie jinu lies and manipulates, makes bad decisions, and is overall a selfish person, and this doesn't change at the ending when he sacrifices himself.

He still goes through with lying and destroying rumi's life despite deeply caring about her, and still continues on his plan to steal the souls of all of his fans.

All he does is give his soul to rumi, not because he had a change of heart but because he cared deaply for rumi, something that develops over the movie but doesn't change in this scene.

But what makes him such a loved character is that he is human. (I know he's a demon, but just go with it for now)

When he was a human, he was in poverty and, when given a chance to leave it in exchange, had to leave his struggling family. He took it. He chose to be greedy and, because of this, suffered for 400 in shame.

Because of this, he became a monster and a murderer to escape this eternal suffering, even going as far as destroying the only real relationship he had in centuries to be free of it.

This only time he reconsiders his actions is talking with rumi, someone who understands his own pain but chooses to escape her suffering by protecting others.

And even then, he begrudgingly understands he will never deserve the freedom from shame she hopes to get because he believes he is unredeemable, leading him to continue his lies and manipulation forcing him in a cycle

This isn't a good hero or redeemable character but a morally broken one, one that is well created and feels authentic and real and deeply human.

Because humans aren't perfect, not with perfect morals or perfect actions (just have a look at the world rn)

The moral of the movie is to be authentic with who you really are despite the shame you may feel from it, and jinu perfectly encompasses this message.

jinu is a broken person forcing into reliving the mistakes he made for years, he knows he is a bad person and does nothing to change, but when this is striped away with rumi you can see the real jinu.

This jinu, without the shame and broken pieces, who can care and does without restraint until he is forced back into his self hate later on.

Although when he sees this person that allowed him to feel free again of him in danger, it is by no surprise he sacrifices everything he never had before in hopes that maybe she can be free like he never was.

Making up for sacrificing his family for his own gain, sacrificing himself instead of gaining from it because now he understands what it is to be free and to be trapped, and how he would much rather rumi be free with him that sacrifice than anything else.

Because he knows what it feels like to sacrifice other all too well

[lovetrouble123]

What Is Taking Over Me? Jealousy.

Synopsis: In which Dick is jealous that his girlfriend is in love with Nightwing

TW: y/n has an unhealthy obsession with Nightwing

A/N: guys i promise pt2 of Kindergarten Crush is coming but I have no idea how to do the imbedded link thing😭 can yall tell i never use tumblr despite having my acc for almost 10(?) years🫡

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A whole two years and Dick Grayson still hadn’t told his girlfriend, Y/N, about his night time routine. One year of them sharing an apartment in Blüdhaven, and he still kept his mouth shut. Of course, ever since he rented the apartment across the hall under a different name, it’s begun to be easier separating his vigilante life with his personal life.

But just because all his things were stored in the apartment across from him, it didn’t mean he hadn’t left small clues around. One night he had left his domino mask lying around, and another night he left his gloves, and soon after one of his escrima sticks.

And while most people would grow suspicious about random objects appearing and disappearing out of thin air, it only made Y/N happy. You see, Y/N was fascinated and deeply in love with the masked vigilante in Blüdhaven, Nightwing. She had no clue her boyfriend was Nightwing, but that didn’t stop her from having a shrine dedicated to him on her side of the bedroom—from posters, to figurines…she had it all.

The first time Dick found out that she was in love with his vigilante persona, he immediately felt an ego boost. But now, hearing Y/N talk on and on about how much she loved Nightwing, how hot he was…it was all growing annoying.

He felt stupid, being jealous of himself.

Dick sat on the couch, Hayley curled up beside him asleep. He was looking through some files that Oracle had sent him, and since he was home alone, he didn’t see the reason to leave and go to the room across the hall.

But then the front door busted open with Y/N, wearing a large and excited smile. Hayley woke up, started barking and jumped down before hobbling her way to the front door to greet her second owner. Meanwhile, Dick fumbled with the case file in his hand and quickly shut it and looked over at Y/N.

“B-Babe, you’re home early.”

“Dick, you won’t ever guess what I found for my collection!” Y/N exclaimed as she reached into her bag and pulled out box labeled ‘Nightwing Figurine,’ with a picture of the figure on the front. “I found it at the store, isn’t it cute?!”

“Don’t you think you have too many?” Dick asked, straightening up on the couch some as Hayley circled Y/N who was currently taking her shoes off.

Dick was annoyed, angry…he was Nightwing! He should be the one making them happy, not some plastic figurine!

“Ever heard of impulse buy?” Y/N sassed, petting Hayley on the head as she made her way toward their shared bedroom.

“It seems like that’s the only thing you’ve been doing,” Dick said with a sigh as he stood up and followed behind Y/N and Hayley. Y/N had abandoned her bag on the bed, and had already begun to open up the figurine box. She discarded the box, and gently took out the figure and set it on the shelf that held her Nightwing collection.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. But last I checked, I’m the one making any real money for us,” Y/N sassed as she took a step back, her hands on her hips as she admired her vast collection.

“Sure, but that doesn’t give you the right to spend your whole paycheck on Nightwing stuff,” Dick huffed in annoyance.

Y/N glanced back at Dick with a raised brow, “why’re you so against Nightwing?”

“I don’t have anything against him. I just think it’s stupid that 90% of the time you’re giving your attention to him, and the other 10% is me,” Dick explains.

“Oh please,” Y/N turned her whole body to face her boyfriend. “He doesn’t even know I exist. My obsession is justifiable.”

“I don’t really understand your obsession toward him,” Dick retorted, his eyes glancing away from Y/N and over to her Nightwing collection. “He’s just some guy…and it’s a little creepy.”

Maybe Dick was past the stage of ‘oh wow, my girlfriend has a crush on my vigilante persona,’ and now he was on the ‘oh wow, my girlfriend is obsessed with my vigilante persona, and if I see one more piece of Nightwing merch, I’m going to end it all.’

“What’s there not to like?!” Y/N exclaimed, “he’s pretty, and he has a good personality,” she listed. “He looks really good in that suit…honestly, I could go on for days.”

“Keep it up and you’re sleeping on the couch,” Dick threatens.

“Again, for someone who claims that they don’t have an issue with Nightwing…you sure do act like you do,” Y/N said.

“Fine. You know why I have an issue with him?” Dick finally snaps, “it’s because he’s all you ever talk about! I’m your boyfriend, and yet you act like you’d rather date some masked vigilante than me! He’s not even that special!”

Y/N stared at Dick in silence, taking in his words. But now that he had started, it seemed like he couldn’t stop.

“All you do is talk about him, day in and day out. I know everyone has their own obsessions, but Y/N, sometimes you don’t have to buy Nightwing merch! You have too much, and it’s starting to get creepy. Don’t even get me started on how annoying it is too.”

“It just,” he trailed off, running his fingers through his hair. “It just feels like I’m competing for your attention. I can’t compete with a hero, and I’m sick and tired of constantly being reminded that I’m not Nightwing…I’m just…Richard Grayson.”

Dick knew it was stupid. His ranting that was. He was seriously standing here and complaining that he was constantly being measured up to Nightwing, being measured up to himself. But what would Y/N do if she knew the truth? If she knew he was both Nightwing and Dick Grayson? Two sides of the same coin.

Dick held his personal life dear and close to his heart, and it’s the reason why he had a separate place to keep all his vigilante things. When he was in the privacy of their apartment, he could drop the vigilante persona and just be Dick Grayson. But now, it was like he couldn’t separate the two…all because Y/N wouldn’t allow him too (even if she wasn’t really aware).

“Dick, I didn’t—,” Y/N trailed off. “—I didn’t know that you felt that way.

“Forget I said anything,” Dick said as he turned on his heel. “I’ve gotta meet up with someone from work.” Dick walked out of the bedroom and back into the living room. He grabbed the folder from off the couch, and disappeared into the apartment across the hall.

•••

Dick returned the following morning at around 2am. Patrol had been slow in Blüdhaven, and the case he and Barbara had been following had concluded.

Dick slipped through the window, his boots silently landing on the wooden floor of his spare apartment. The first thing he did was pull his mask off and set it aside on his messy computer table where there was a singular laptop that hooked up to Oracles computer, as well as files, pens, papers…and a framed picture of Y/N.

He knew it was dangerous to keep a picture of her at the spare apartment. What if a villain found out this was his base of operations and kidnapped Y/N? He had debated with getting rid of the picture, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

The picture was a few months old, and one of his favorites. It was a simple picture of her holding Hayley…her first time holding her. The two had just adopted her and brought her home when it was taken, and Y/N looked so incredibly happy.

Dick sighed and pressed the comm in his ear, “Babs, I’ve got a question for you.”

“Let me guess, Y/N again?”

“Y-Yeah,” Dick hesitated. “We got into a fight before patrol, and I’m just…should I tell her that I’m Nightwing?”

“You know that I’m gonna say yes.” Barbara stated, “Bruce might not like it, but she’s gonna find out eventually. Plus, keeping it from her seems a bit unfair.”

“Unfair?” Dick repeated.

“I know how much it bothers you that she’s…strangely obsessed with Nightwing. And I wouldn’t doubt that that was what your fight was about…again.”

“This time I let her have it though.” Dick admitted, finally settling down in the office chair that sat at his desk.

“And you said what to her?”

“That I was tired of being compared to Nightwing, which is, ya know, ironic.” Dick sighed out, running a gloved hand through his hair.

“And you know that when she finds out, she’ll be more obsessed, right?” Barbara slowly asks. “I know you can handle yourself, but do you think she’ll completely lose her mind? Like put you in danger?”

“I don’t think she would. I think she’d just be highly pissed at me, and awkward.” Dick says, “pissed because I kept this secret from her for so long, and awkward because she’s practically talking about me when she praises Nightwing.”

“Let me ask you this, does she ever wonder where you go at night?”

“She’s always asleep by the time I leave. I don’t even think she even knows I leave,” Dick admits.

“Dick, she can’t be that oblivious.” Barbara laughs, “the girl has a whole shrine dedicated to you, at least from what you’ve told me.”

“But she never acts like she knows, never even questions me.”

“Yeah, I’m going to choose to believe that she knows that you leave in the middle of the night.” Barbara states, “but since you’re choosing to take the stupid route instead of telling her who you are up front, I’ve got some suggestions.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you could always talk about yourself in the third person.” Barbara suggests, “next time she goes on about Nightwing, you could always act as if you know him personally or something.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“Then leave some of your equipment over there—.”

“—Already did that a few times. She just got excited and thought that I bought replicas for her collection,” Dick said as he shook his head.

“Dick,” Barbara firmly called. “Do you plan on staying with her your whole life?”

“What?”

“If you don’t tell her now, you’re going to be living a lie for the rest of your life.” Barbara states, “you have to tell her if you plan on staying with her.”

Dick knew Barbara was right. He knew that he had to tell her the truth. But there was a fear in telling Y/N everything, a fear that Bruce undoubtedly instilled in Dick since his Robin days.

“What if she leaves me?” Dick quietly asked.

“If she leaves you for telling the truth, is she even the one to begin with?”

•••

Dick opened the door to the bedroom to find Hayley and Y/N curled up beside each other on the bed. The left side of the bed was noticeably empty, the spot where Dick slept (whenever he actually was able to sleep).

Hayley raised her head and began to bark at Dick’s presence. He put a finger over his mouth, trying to indicate to Hayley to be quiet so that Y/N wouldn’t wake up. But it was no use because Y/N let out a soft groan and sat up rubbing her eyes, “Hayley…what are you barking at?”

The moonlight that came in through the half pulled curtains illuminated the bedroom, casting everything in a soft white hue. And for Y/N, it only made her all the more beautiful, especially with her tired and half asleep state.

“Babe, can we talk?” Dick softly asked as he walked toward the bed.

“Huh?” Y/N hummed, “Dick, why are you still up?”

Dick shuffled over to the bed, taking a seat on his side of the bed as Hayley pressed her head against his arm, desperate for his attention. “I couldn’t, uh, sleep. Can we talk?”

Y/N hummed out an ‘mhm’ before shifting to face her boyfriend, “what’s up?”

Dick began to pet Hayley’s head in an attempt to calm his nerves about telling Y/N the truth—that he was Nightwing. How would she react? How would she take the information? Would she think he was joking? Would she—god forbid—leave him?

“I need to tell you something important, and I need you to promise that you won’t freak out on me,” Dick slowly said.

“Alright, I promise,” Y/N yawned.

“I love you, Y/N…and I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Dick calmly said. “But for that to happen, I need to tell you something…and you can be mad at me, but I need to tell you this.” He took a deep breath, “I’m Nightwing.”

Y/N only stared at Dick before sleepily smiling, “yeah, okay. And I’m Batman.” She yawned again, “you’re so sleepy Dick…you’re beginning to be delusional.”

“Y/N, I’m being serious.”

“So you’re telling me that you’re Nightwing,” Y/N repeated. She then glanced over at her Nightwing collection, more specifically the picture on her wall that someone had taken of him when he wasn’t looking. She slipped out of bed and walked over to the collection. She grabbed the picture and walked over to Dick, holding the picture beside his head, her eyes darting back and forth.

She then let out a small audible gasp, “you really are, huh?”

“Yeah, I am.” Dick agreed, “and I’m…sorry for how I acted earlier—.”

“—You’re sorry?!” Y/N exclaims, “I’ve been saying weird things about Nightwing and it’s been you this whole time?!” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “I am so sorry for the things I’ve said to you!”

Dick couldn’t help but laugh at her behavior. “Some of the things were weird, but I couldn’t exactly get mad. I mean, it was just my girlfriend talking about me, even if she didn’t know it.”

“You can’t get mad, but you can get jealous of yourself?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms with a raised brow. “Does that even make any sense?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Wait, why tell me now?” Y/N suddenly asked.

“I had a talk with Barbara about it, and she said if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, it was best if I told you now,” Dick admitted. “I’m sorry for being stupid and not telling you.”

“Dick it’s…fine.” Y/N says, “we both messed up…especially me for obsessing over you like I do. I now realize how weird it was and how uncomfortable I must have made you. I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you if you forgive me?”

“Deal.”

[danadiadea]

Yeah. Because Severus should have asked LORD VOLDEMORT TO SPARE a boy Voldemort believes to be predestined to KILL HIM. listen, Snape is suicidal, but he isn't dumb, and he wouldn't want to die from Voldemort's hand so uselessly, yk? too bad you want Snape to be stupid as fuck, sorry he doesn't meet the demand.

Severus CAN'T *physically* ask for Lily's life IN EXCHANGE for Harry's. Albus is saying utter manipulative bullshit here, because he needs a spy and he needs to guilt trip this 20yo boy who is in an extremely susceptible state right now. Voldemort isn't targeting Lily. He is targeting HARRY. Harry's life can't be "exchanged", because letting him live is obviously out of question for Voldemort at this point. I like Snapemort, and I see you're a big fan too, since you think Snape could tell the Dark Lord what to do and basically ask a maniac obsessed with living forever "take a chance of dying cause I said so pls🥺" and get away with it, but lets bring that discussion back to the canon information and not whatever delusional images of Voldemort and Snape you came up with in your head.

And Voldemort did act on Severus' request. He didn't refuse Snape – he gave Lily a legitimate chance to escape she decided not to take. We are literally never told Voldemort said "no". It was already extremely brave of Snape to ask a madman to spare Lily – it was an insane level of bravery and selflessness to come to Dumbledore after that (which must have been immediately or at least really fast, otherwise Voldemort would kill or kidnap Potters before they could go in hiding, that wouldn't have taken him much time), risking his life for people who should've meant less than nothing to him, realistically.

And are you missing the fact that he is STANDING IN FRONT OF D U M B L E D O R E in the scene you quote he came to willingly to give him this information because you are unable to process the text you read, or just to piss me off? He initially gave Albus information

about

all

of

them

being in danger.

Whatever he fucking said to Voldemort, he came to Albus after that and warned him. Believing Albus could kill him. Knowing he'd most likely go to Azkaban if Voldemort loses at this point. And getting absolutely nothing from it, whatever shit you are willing to invent (like Snape who is extremely good in potions and dark arts couldn't make Lily enter a relationship with him unwillingly if he wanted to, lmao. guess fucking what, he didn't do this. you are unable to understand that Severus isn't braindead, therefore he'd give Voldemort a reason to spare her Voldemort himself is able to understand to some degree and find harmless enough for him. it's called evaluating context, you should try it one day).

So unfortunately, Severus did care about Lily.

Marauders fans just be having double standards on the point they proud themselves the most on: Diversity

They be like "let's make James brown" (ik that it's in the whole fandom in general but ykwim) and reject the Jewish-looking guy

They be like "let's make Lily obese" and reject the underweight guy

They be like "let's make Regulus abused" and reject the canonically abused guy

They be like "let's make Regulus get groomed into joining the DEs" and reject the canonically groomed guy

They be like "let's make Barty's actions look right by saying it was for love" and reject the guy who did everything for the girl he loved (platonically or not)

Double standards, double standards everywhere.

Diversity only exists if Snape is not involved

[sillyuin]

Mission: Love letter

Genre: fluff and pinch of humor.

Pairing: Jeonghan x female!reader.

Warnings: Firts person P.O.V, some cursing, Stayc's Sumin appears briefly just because.

- Yuin’s note: Let me get this straight. I wrote this long ago but didn't posted it bc I'm really insecure about it. However, here it is after all. I am cringe and I am free. Lowkey is a experimental fic, so let me know what you guys think.

🎵 Now playing: Blush - Wooah

“Just tell him how you feel, it’s not that complicated.” 

Yes, it sounded simple, but only when he said it.

After all, it wasn’t about Joshua or his complicated feelings; it was about me, being unable to express my feelings and breathing at the same time. No wonder why. 

Even though he was just a human like me, he was Yoon Jeonghan, a.k.a. the crush of basically half the campus, a.k.a everyone’s favorite, including me. Handsome, smart, cool and with a smile that could melt even the coldest hearts.

My elbows were propped on the table as my chin was resting in my hands, maybe that would somehow help me think (spoiler: it didn’t). I had already finished my slice of carrot cake and the huge red tea I had ordered, maybe out of anxiety or because it was almost dinner time and I skipped lunch. Joshua, on the other hand, was taking his time to savor his snack.

“I wish it were that easy,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “I tried once and we know what happened.”

“Ah, yes,” Joshua covered his mouth as he laughed, even though he knew how mad I get about that story, “I’m sorry, but honestly… It was hilarious.”

“Josh!”

“Just try not to trip on your way to the bathroom... Again.”

“You’re a jerk, and you know it,” I said, still pointing an accusing finger at him, but he kept stifling his laughter. “Bro be serious!”

“Alright,” Joshua cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat, giving a more serious appearance with his serene face. “How long have we been friends?”

“Since…Middle school?”

“Very good! Middle school. Tell me, in these… Ten-like years of friendship, have I ever lied to you?”

I snorted. We both knew the answer to that question.

“In serious situations,” Joshua added.

“…Never.”

“Then,” he leaned forward a bit over the table to get closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine in a way that it was almost scary, “Why don’t you believe me when I tell you it’s not that complicated?”

I swallowed hard. How could I argue? He sounded very convincing, still, I refused to agree with him.

“It’s not that easy,” I stammered, “I already messed up once, and now it could be twice... Or three...”

“This time it won’t be at a party, full of people… And definitely no alcohol.”

“I thought it would help me be more extroverted!”

“To be an alcoholic, maybe.”

Talking to Joshua didn’t seem to be helping as much as I thought, and I was starting to lose my patience. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask for his advice, even if he and Jeonghan were roommates.

Joshua took a breath and gently wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. “Thanks, I haven’t laughed that much in a long time,” he said. With that, he cleared his throat and adopted his serious posture again. “Listen, Y/N, if you’re so worried about that, why don’t you write it down?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Like a love letter?”

“Yeah. If your problem is speaking, then write it.”

“Josh, I’m not in high school” I was disgusted with the idea and it showed. “What would Hannie think if I gave him a letter to confess?”

“You know what I think?” Joshua raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “You think it is indeed a good idea, but you don't wanna do it because you’re scared”.

I was ready to fight him when my phone started ringing. My roommate’s name showed on the screen. She told me how she had left her keys inside the room and was locked out; I could barely understand due to her nervous explanation. I had to leave Joshua to go help her, however, at this point I guess it was a relief.

As I hung up the phone, I noticed he was looking at his phone screen with a wide, satisfied smile on his face, and it was somehow chilling.

“Done!~” he put his phone aside and took a sip of his drink.

“…What’s done?” I asked, fearing his answer.

“Tomorrow you’ll have breakfast with Jeonghan,” Joshua clapped softly, which seemed more like blatant mockery than a celebration, then emphasized his next sentence with the sasiest voice he ever made: “He’ll be waiting for you at nine, at our usual spot. So I recommend you start thinking about your outfit; on your date.”

“Joshua Hong, what the hell did you do?!”

He took another sip of his drink, unmoved; it was his song of victory. I had no more excuses. No words could express how upset I felt, but at that point I couldn't back down without feeling guilty. I was cornered.

Joshua looked at his wristwatch and made a fake expression of astonishment, “You’re late and Sumin is waiting for you.”

I gave him one last blank stare and quickly grabbed my backpack, before leaving I left some bills on the table.

“Next time I’ll let you starve.”

He laughed mockingly. “Oh, don’t forget to wear a cute blush too!”

“Dear Jeonghan, I hope this letter finds you well…” No, it sounded too formal.

“Hey Hannie, how are you? I hope I’m not being inopportune…” No, it sounded too fake; I don’t talk like that.

I didn’t even know how to start. Just thinking about Jeonghan reading this letter made my mind a complete mess; I felt like my chest was going to explode. I didn’t know a confession could be so problematic. Even worse, it was already past ten at night: I was running out of time and hadn’t even written the first line.

What could I do?

Then, my roommate’s voice burst into my room, pulling me (for the better) out of the hole it was in my head.

“I’m buying some snacks, do you want me to bring you anything?” she asked.

“Yes, please, and…” I paused and shrugged a little in my chair, “Sumin, can I ask you for help with something?”

She nodded several times, expectating.

“I need to write… a love letter” I took a deep breath, “And I don’t know how…”

“Ah! Finally!” she interrupted, way too happy. “You’re finally going to confess to Jeonghan!”

I remained silent and expressionless, but the blush on my cheeks could be seen from across the city.

“Yeah… I need help writing the letter.”

“I’ve never written a letter, not that type,” Sumin crossed her arms, her thoughtful gaze wandering around the room. “Shouldn’t you just write what you feel?”

Damn it, Joshua said the same thing. I felt that it wasn’t enough. Maybe she understood from my devastated expression that it wasn’t helping.

“Oh!” She looked at me, smiling. “Tell me, what do you like most about Jeonghan?”

Where to even begin? It wasn’t just his pleasant voice, or the elegance he radiated with his mere presence. Jeonghan was much more than a flawless hair and an enviable sense of style. 

It was about the way he always found me, even in a room full of people, and made me feel part of something. In how his bright smile can comfort me after a tough day. In the comfortable moments of silence that could last minutes or hours. And I could go on talking about him for hours without stopping…

“That’s so sweet!” Sumin exclaimed. “You must write it!”

Were those just my thoughts, or did I actually say it? Damn it. 

I sighed, distrustfully. “Don’t you think it’s a bit… cheesy?”

“But, you are cheesy!” Sumin laughed as I wondered if she really thinks before speaking. “And we all love you like that. Everything will be fine.”

Sumin’s words gave me a little encouragement, so I took a deep breath and resolved to write no matter what. I thanked her and went back to my computer; I’d have time later to transfer it to a more presentable physical sheet.

“I’m getting your snack now,” and before leaving, Sumin turned around to add: “Oh, and don’t forget to put on some nice blush tomorrow.”

“You’re the second person who tells me that today… Don’t you have anything else you want to share?”

Sumin smiled awkwardly and that said a lot, but I had no time to argue about her involvement in the mission: love letter. For now, there was a lot of work to do. I was resolved to confess to Jeonghan, and now no one could stop me.

It was almost nine in the morning and I had been waiting for ten minutes at our spot, a small fountain on the boulevard two blocks from my building. A thousand scenarios were running through my head all night long. I felt a tension I had never experienced, and my restless hands playing with a lock of hair was perhaps the smallest of my problems.

However, all of them vanished for a moment when I saw him approaching in the distance. Jeonghan was coming towards me, and I could only stare, admiring him: his angelic face, his gorgeous hair, the beautiful outfit he had chosen… Could somebody like me meet his standards?

His voice brought me back to reality, and I was aware again of my numb body. I tried to disguise the nerves attacking me, but I was never good at pretending, not in front of him.

“Y/N! Good morning,” he said, trying to catch his breath, “I’m late, I’m sorry.”

“D-don’t worry,” I stammered, “it was my fault, I arrived too early.”

“Is something wrong? You sound a little down,” he stepped closer, looking straight into my eyes. “Are you feeling well?”

I took a step back and cleared my throat.

“Of course! Couldn’t be better,” of course not, but he didn't have to know. “Should we go?”

We walked for a few minutes in complete silence. I thought of many ways to start a conversation, and all of them were discarded before they left my mouth; no idea seemed good enough. 

On the other hand he was too quiet, more than he usually is, and a terrifying thought struck me. Maybe he didn’t want to be there? Could Jeonghan be doing this just because Joshua asked him? I sighed and immediately felt his hand resting on my shoulder, making me jump slightly.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, of course…” I tried not to sound distracted. “…What you said.” But I was convinced I sounded like an idiot.

“So, where do you wanna go?” he smiled, and I could tell he was a bit confused.

I quickly looked to the side and there was an empty bus stop, so I asked him if we could go talk for a moment. We sat down and I took a breath before speaking, clutching the small bag that was resting on my lap with both hands.

“Jeonghan,” I paused briefly before continuing, his eyes locked on me were somehow intimidating, “…there’s something I want to give you.”

And as I reached into my bag to pull out the letter, he placed his hand on top of mine.

“Wait,” he said firmly, “I want to tell you something first.” I felt almost as if my entire body had paralyzed.

He sat up straight in his chair and cleared his throat, a soft smile on his lips.

“We’ve been friends for a while, and we made a lot of happy memories,” he suddenly stopped speaking and swallowed. “You’re a valuable person to me and… I would like you to continue being… that special person for a long time.”

“Of course,” I said without hesitating.

“Really?”.

“Of course! After all, we’re friends.”

He fell silent, but then he covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. At that point, I wasn’t understanding a thing, and I think my face completely gave me away.

“Y/N, I’m trying to tell you… that I like you.”

“…Excuse me?”

“I’ve liked you for a while and…”

“That was my line!” I interrupted. Apparently, I spoke too loudly because he froze in his spot.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “—Excuse me?”

I pulled the letter from my bag and placed it in front of him. Jeonghan looked at it, blinking at me several times and his mouth fell. I just couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, my cheeks were burning so much that I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

And as if everything I was feeling in my stomach wasn’t enough, Jeonghan began to laugh in such a charming way …For a moment, I was convinced I wouldn't live to tell.

“Are you serious?” he asked, taking the letter and looking it over. Was he nervous? Was he uncomfortable enough and couldn’t speak? I don’t know.

I kept my gaze down, as if I were guilty of something, and after breathing slowly a couple of times, I gathered the courage to speak.

“I didn’t know how to express it… So I wrote you a letter.”

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me!” he exclaimed. I felt my heart skip a beat. “You put so much effort into it, and I just said it like that, now I feel bad.”

“No, it’s okay!” I nodded several times; he just smiled. “But… Is it true?”

“What thing?”

“That I… You like me that way?” I looked away. It felt really silly to ask, but I still couldn't believe what was happening.

I felt his hand cupping my jaw with a gentle touch, forcing me to look at him. His gaze was so kind it felt unreal.

“And why not?” his fingers played with a lock of my hair. “You’re beautiful. Who wouldn’t fall for that adorable flushed face?”

Joshua’s words echoed in my head. Have these two talked about me in the past? And how much?

“Also,” he added, tucking my bangs behind my ear, “you’re attentive and with the purest heart I’ve ever seen. Just look at this cute letter!”

“You… You really think that about me?” I whispered, still incredulous.

“Since we met. So, tell me,” he cleared his throat. “Would you like to have a date with me?”

Jeonghan extended his hand to me, and I accepted it, nodding at his invitation. My hand rested against his, and he took it, as if it were made of glass, leaning in to place a small kiss on my knuckles. Then he made a movement with his head to tell me that we could leave, and so we continued on our way, fingers intertwined and taking our first step into this new chapter of our lives.

“By the way,” I said halfway, “please read the letter when you’re alone.”

“Why?” he asked playfully, “Too cheesy to handle?”

“That sounds very familiar,” I narrowed my eyes, suspicious. He looked at me like a culprit and smiled, trying to hide it. “Tell me, does anyone else know about this?”

“well, maybe I talked about one, or two things, with someone…” His wandering gaze spoke for itself.

“Hannie…”

“I didn’t say names… Or anything about a plan…”

“So there was a plan involved!” Embarrassing wasn’t enough. I felt like a complete idiot.

“I’ll be honest, nobody mentioned a letter, you really surprised me… And,” Jeonghan shrugged, “You’re a… little obvious.”

“... What do you mean by “a little”?!”

Jeonghan let out a poorly disguised chuckle and put his arm over my shoulders, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

“We can discuss it later, it’s our first date, I’m starving, and I can’t wait for you to tell me all about theis letter…” 

“You can read it later!”

“No, tell me! Tell me now!”

[olgasaysso]

The apothecary diaries made me realize something very interesting about how women perceive power...

I can't be the only one who noticed that in stories written by women power is often compared to a prison or a cage meanwhile in the ones written by men it's mostly fun and freedom.

It is that women tend to see power as more of an responsibility and men think of it as the ability to do whatever they want?

The apothecary diaries made me think of it first. I discovered with surprise that I actually like the emperor, which I almost never do. Any guy that has relationship with more than one woman at once tends to disgust me, especially if he's in a position of power but for some reason not him.

Because the emperor is as much a prisoner as the 2000 women in the rear palace. Maybe even more because as long as he doesn't touch them, they're allowed to leave.

Like on one hand, he's the most powerful man in the empire. He calls the shots, right?

But on the other hand, he can't even properly protect Lishu from being sold to some pedofile by her father. The only way he could protect her was to make her his concubine and how f*cked up is that? She's like a daughter to him and the only way he could protect her was by marrying her? And then he couldn't even spend time with her anymore because that would be read wrong.

It's the fact that 3 of his children died because there was no proper medic to save them due to the fact that they don't allow non eunuchs to treat them and forbid women practicing medicine... when he doesn't even care about that. He hasn't blinked once at Maomao running around the inner palace and being a doctor.

At first when I was watching the story I thought of how horrible it was that he didn't even visit Lady Lihua after their son died. But then it made me think of how he's literally not allowed to get attached because of his position and how hard it is for him? The fact that he couldn't even provide enough support for Lady Ah-Duo so she doesn't lose her uterus? The fact that she switched their baby with his brother and he had to watch his son grow up "away" from him?

There's so much more to this, especially with Jinshis approach to power and I could go on an on but I think I made my point.

And when I started comparing the stories written by women to those by men... Women tend to write power as more of a burden than a gift.

After watching TAD I watched solo leveling.

And for those of you who don't know, it's basically a story about a guy who suddenly "discovers" that he's like a character in a game (not exactly but it's be too long to explain) and basically finds out that he has endless potential and over the course of the story he becomes the most powerful being in the entire universe.

And there's a moment where he's talking to his little sisters friend that gets very misread as something inappropriate by another character.

This other character points out, kindly, to Sung Jinwoo that the girl is a minor.

Sun Jinwoo doesn't understand so he just looks at him and asks "so?".

And so the guy immediately gets scared and never mentions it again despite the two of them being friends.

This moment is kind of played for laughs. Nothing actually happened, Sung Jinwoo is a good guy so he wouldn't.

But he could. Nobody could do anything to stop him.

And when I watched that I laughed too. But then I thought of how terrifying that is. To have someone be so above the law, this untouchable. Who can do anything he pleases because no one will ever stop him.

But that's never actually adressed in the show other than to show us how cool this is.

It this was written by Natsu Hyūga there'd probably be a million different situations to show us how fucked up this is and how it weighs on the main character.

In the apothecary diaries Jinshi doesn't even want to ask anything directly of Maomao because he doesn't want her to interpret it as an order.

[bewitched-hours]

zo I have an idea..

I'm off my bleeding cycle zo i CRAVE angzt

Anyhow

What about [READER] being Mafiozo'z child>:3?

They look almozt look exactly like him, expect for the clothez, and wanting everyone who waz in debt dead.

Y'know, they have black bunny ears, a cute lil bun bun tail, long yellow hair in a low ponytail? (Kinda like their skin color.. just look up nay fanart with Elliot with hair, you'll zee the picture-), stomps foot when mad (like a lil bun bun), wearz a kinda fluffy zcarf (can be picked up by the zcarf, like a zcruff lmao), and if courze, we can never forget the paw beans/paw padz. Iz a ztunner either with a zword or bunny kickz, or even headbuttz

Bazically, [READER] is.. WAS hiz kid. What I mean by that, iz that he zee'z them az zomeone with debt, and doez not really zee them az hiz child.

Which makez them feel terrible every time they zee him az a killer. Itz even worze when they zee hiz goonz like that too. It makez their earz go down :(

Like the firzt time they arrive in thiz hell, they bazically freak the fuck out zince their father never really let them go anywhere without him (bc he waz zcared someone might hurt them bc he'z a mafia thingy :[ ), before zomeone eventually calmz them down (after a few panic attackz)

(I'm totally not zaying thing az my own experience, nooo...)

But when they actually zee him in a round, and zee him kill people for their 'debtz', they feel abzolutely heart broken, and they feel even worze when they ztun him. They juzt wizh he could just let them lay on his lay while he patz their head az he tellz them some ztoryz (don't come at me for this, my dad wazn't like this💔). And they're just bazically crying for a while, even in the roundz. Even hiz goonz don't recognize them:(! But they do feel like they need to comfort [READER]... They have no idea why.

They all zee [READER] kinda ugly crying every time they ztun Mafiozo (like one of those ugly crying meme thingz)

Even zometimez they hug him before they ztun him, which makez Mafiozo confuzed

(guyz i promize I'm fine)

-zanon

Zanon you know how to cook the most delicious reqs- Also yeah, I think we both have daddy issues tbh- (I swear I'm in therapy)

Reader gets She/Her~

You thought you had a pretty good life.

Sure, your innocence was practically never there but you managed to keep a cheerful attitude since your dad and his goons were your family. You lived a life between being protected by your dad and playing with either bunnies or the goons... Or both-

You looked like a practical clone of your dad with a few adjustments... And bunny ears and tail...

So it was only logical for him to be so protective over you. He even taught you how to shoot a gun!

You were never alone in life, so you were obviously startled to awake in a cabin randomly one morning.

You were surrounded by strangers and cried almost immediately for your dad, your ears twitching and falling to the sides of your head as you attempted to run outside before being picked up by Chance.

You actually somewhat trusted him, given that he reminded you of the goons. So, he was appointed as your babysitter for the time being because you showed quickly that only he would be able to calm you down.

He wasn't thrilled about it but you did show interest in his gun and gambling so it cancelled out and quickly made you his favourite.

You knew how to play it safe which disappointed him a little but he couldn't fault you since you were obviously the kid of the debt-collecting killer. It was obvious someone with his blood wouldn't be someone he'd want under his wing permanently.

Just thinking about what Mafioso might do if he finds out about you sent shivers down his spine...

He made sure to teach you the ropes of this game of life and death and helped you understand the puzzles but of course the Spectre felt evil today.

Mafioso was the killer for your first round ever. Turns out you were a sentinel with a sword which caught Shedletsky's attention so for the round, Shed and Chance took turns to show you the works and explore your abilities.

"I don't wanna hurt papa..." You'd cry a little, only stopping because you remembered you were meant to help the other survivors... Survive. Shocker.

But as if on cue, one of his goons came around and spotted you. You reacted with a small smile and a hand wave but when it became clear he didn't seem to remember you, Shedletsky quickly picked you up by your scarf and ran off while you quietly teared up.

007n7 had already warned you that your dad and his goons might not know because of the Spectre and you resented it for that.

How dare it take away your only family?

You could only stomp your foot and cry, eventually ending up balled up like a hedgehog and sniffling weakly because you wanted your life back. You wanted back the love that you were given.

At least there was Chance who could play with you and spark that little bit of joy in you again... Though for hugs you definitely went to the bird-man.

And what would you know! Next round had Mafioso as the killer again and you as a survivor...

But this time neither Shedletsky nor Chance were brought in with you. Taph tried to keep an eye on you but was more focused on setting traps and Two Time creeped you out...

Dusekkar was confusing, Builderman boring... So you just went off on your own for once.

Which- ultimately- had you chased down by your own father while you pleaded for him to remember... But he didn't.

The frustration made your head spin... Or maybe it was the fact you were breathing too fast...

Either way, you had little time to react and ultimately pulled out your sword to stun him when he got too close before hugging him with tears running down your cheeks.

"I want him back..." You choked out through quiet sobs, hesitating to let him go before running off again. Something in your little mind had hope that you could help him fight against the Spectre. That you could return to when you could lay on his lap and just have him pat you while you napped to his stories of the people he had to deal with, when you were held by his goons whenever you got worried over him being late and they'd tell you about stories they thought up of bunnies that looked like you to cheer you up, when you could hug him without that confused look on his face...

At least with the goons you could see they had a mix of confusion and concern, maybe showing that you could help them fight against the puppet show. But after that round you were inconsolable.

Full-on ugly crying and screaming that you hated this place and that you hated the Spectre and that you hated fighting against your dad and...

You h a t e d knowing the sword that stunned him is always held by your paws...

It made you feel helpless and dirty... Perfect for the Spectre but only further fuelling your frustration and determination to get your family back...

Now, this could get a part two if anyone wants this to have the same or similar twist to the "reader & bluudud" story~

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[imnothanah]

Childhood best friend!Ushijima

Context: Random thoughts on Ushijima as your childhood best friend. Friends to lovers

Ushijima who has liked you since kindergarten. His dad thought it was only a puppy crush and didn’t pay too much mind to it since he thought it would eventually go away once he grew up (It didn’t). Ushijima father was shocked when he saw his son holding hands with someone’s daughter at the playground. She was eating a lollipop, staring at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world while his son stared with bright big eyes, slightly red cheeks and biggest smile in the world.

Ushijima who saw you were the prettiest girl in the world and has developed a crush on you since kindergarten. He drowned himself in fairytales, daydreamed and drew his thoughts, that being him as the prince and you as the princess that needed recusing. He drew it after much consideration and decided to give to you it as a birthday gift.

Ushijima who got you a lollipop and drawing as a gift, he intended them as offerings to confess, but standing face to face with you got him all shy and words died up in his mouth .

Ushijima who finally gather up all his courage to confess but you couldn't understand. Despite his words being straightforward “I like you!”, you couldn’t comprehend his words or actions, but you knew candy, and it is delicious so you took his offerings anyways “Yummy, thanks”.

Ushijima who didn’t think much and thought you and him were together officially since you accepted his gift offering.

Ushijima’s dad was shocked to see he brought a friend home, a little girl from daycare home to play in the front yard. His dad’s mouth hung open in disbelief. He couldn’t quite put his shock into words.. “Kids these days they grow up too fast. Or am I living too slow?” Or “I raised a gentleman” after seeing how much he cared for you.

(His dad also started to welcome you home more often, inviting you to dinner and coming over to hang out with his son.)

You who weren't good at remembering things, so you could remember much in pre school. Your memories start as soon as elementary. All you knew was there was this boy who spawned in your life and has never left since kindergarten. But he was nice and caring so you didn’t mind his presence. You also found out he just yaps a lot around you specifically, and finds it endearing. He talks a lot but it isn’t annoying, instead you found his bluntness funny at times.

Ushijima who would always walk you home, and would even dare to be late to practices to walk you home (or at least to the bus station if you insist that you could go home by yourself).

He would walk you home then run back to school or sometimes ask you to stay during volleyball practices. You didn’t mind staying behind to wait for him. You often found yourself dosing off and waking up while he was piggybacking you home actually. (This continued all the was up to high school)

Ushijima was famous for his strength at a young age. And once, he spiked so hard that the ball flew off course and went straight to your face. Ushijima genuinely thought he had killed you because the hit was pretty hard, and it made you lay there like you were unconscious. Internally, he was panicking. He thought this was the end and you’re breaking up with him. He immediately rushed over to check your condition while silently blaming himself for hitting so hard. He was only assured when you started moving again and laughed at the situation while continuously assuring him since he looked really sad and remorseful. (He started practicing his spike control a lot more since he didn’t want that to happen again).

You who started going to his volleyball matches since elementary and found it interesting. Every time he scores. especially a hard one (triple blockers, scoring while his form was still crumbling, surprising the team by using right hand, you name it), he would immediately look for you in a crowd and you only continue playing once you gave him a nod or thumbs up or something like a signal of approval.

Ushijima who was strong and healthy most his life, so when he does get sick, it means the fever is really bad and he just dies immediately. You remember visiting him after school to give him get better cards from his teammates and classmates, he insists that he could sit up but you told him he should just rest and he immediately complied. You read him all the letter people sent and even helped writing his thank you letter to everyone that day. You could tell the fever was bad since he kept looking at the ceiling while squinting his eyes, trying to think of words. The fever was so bad that he could only see and see blurry lines. Then, you fed him soup and medicine that his dad left behind before work, tugged him to bed and went home. (He takes 3-4 days to recover average)

In high school, volleyball started getting really competitive and he would always stay behind after school to practice. It was also during this time that you realized he was changing. (Or something inside you were changing). His shoulders were broader and he looked more reliable than ever, but most noticeably, his features were getting more defined. In middle school, you could sometimes see his ears go red whenever he gets a compliment thanks from nice old ladies for helping with carrying their groceries bags, but it slowly disappeared once he started high school. Now he just nods. You started developing feelings for him during high school too an, saw signs that he reciprocated the same sentiment. He would buy stuff for you from the cafeteria or vending machine, stuffing your mouth with food, insisting that you should eat more (He did this in middle school occasionally), while stroking your cheek (now this, THIS is something He didn’t do this before high school, was he getting more bold? I wonder who taught him) Ushijima has spare hair ties in his bag since he knows you would sometimes forget your own and learned how to tie your hair up for you. Piggy backs home from practice upgrade to princess carry and then there was the occasional flowers every month, complying to your wishes without much thought. These made you confused, you guys weren’t a thing (you guys were, for Ushijima) his teammates asked who you were and he would always casually say you were together, proud and clear. So Tendou gave him tips about how to keep this relationship stable. Actually he was always this caring since kindergarten, but things just got more prominent as high school came, thanks to the help of Tendou, Ushijima acted more boyfriend like, instead of a best friend.

Sometimes you guys would plan a two people hangout, and you did it once more today. You were confused with Ushijima during this time and internally panicked so you also invited Tendou to tag along to the amusement park trip without thinking. On the day of the hangout, you found Ushijima getting even bolder. You caught him inhaling the scent your hair, putting hands on your side to keep you from being lost, looking at you with those eyes. And to make things more confusing, during important parts, Tendou would disappear among the crowds.

The whole day was awkward, at least for you it was, and on the last stop, Tendou disappeared once more. “You guys go ahead, im afraid of heights.” Tendou chirped as he happily pushed you guys onto the ferris wheel. You were quiet the whole ride, and to top it off, Ushijima looked hella good today, especially under the radiance of the sunset. “Damn it” you quietly mumbled.

“Are you alright? You’ve been awful quiet” Ushijima said as he looked at you, voice laced with concern. There it is, that expression that eye contact and especially the look in his eyes. The face that never makes your heart flutter every time. Looking at him now would only complicate the situation more so you started panicking and tried looked anywhere, everywhere but him.

“Y-yeah im fine its just-” Before you could finish your sentence, he placed his hand on your forehead, checking for temperature and the words died in your throat actually.

“You’re red. Are you really fine?” He looks at you while squinting his eyes. Which made you panicked and quickly slapped his hands off and stood up to a level that he couldn’t touch your face.

Now this is just unfair, your panic wasn’t completely unreasonable and uncalled for but it made you feel bad about yourself. A confusion and shock now display on his face. He squints his eyes slightly like he was thinking something. You don’t know what he is thinking but he was probably shock and hurt.

“I- sorry- It’s just” You panicked and sat back down with your hands covering your face. “I don’t know how to feel these past few days.” You started “You’re making me confused every time you look at he with those eyes!”

“What eyes?” Ushijima said as he slowly cups your hand as he slowly guides it off from your face. “THOSE!” You said as you once more panicked.

”Ushijima Wakatoshi, you’ve made me VERY confused with MY. FEELINGS. Sometimes, I FEEL like you act like MY BOYFRIEND, but then you’ve been my friend for WHO KNOWS HOW LONG, I CAN’T TELL IF I’M LOSING MY MIND OR IF YOU’RE JUST MESSING WITH ME.

Ive tried to calm down, and I myself, ‘No, he’s just your friend, you’re overthinking,’ but then BAM you say something that makes me think, Wait. Is he?? Is he actually into me. LIKE WHAT?!?!?

Im tired! You’ve blurred the line of our relationship and I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t affect- IN WHICH A LOT.

WAKATOSHI, I- I THINK I LIKE YOU, A LOT”

.

.

.

Silence.

You could bring yourself to look at him, and he just stares at you.

“Sorry-“ You quickly murmured and this time, misreading the silence as rejection.

”Wait no- Sorry I’m just shocked.” Ushijima quickly assured “I thought we were already a thing.”

“Huh?” You looked at him with confusion.

-

Turns out Ushijima genuinely thought you were dating ever since preschool.

“Remember that candy I gave you? I that was my offerings for you to be my girlfriend.” He started talking about how happy he was that day and he thought of 1000 scenarios of him meeting and getting to meet and approval from your parents already.

This made you laugh out loud. You couldn’t believe it, Ushijima was really a dork.

“I guess it can’t be helped, but I noticed how you were really downed today so I bought the same candy as I did that day.” He admitted as he gave you the lollipop

“Come to think of it, we were still kids back then, and I didn’t know a thing about, like… love or relationships. All I knew was that you were the prettiest girl in the world, so I confessed immediately.” He paused, eyes softer now. “But as days went by, I found myself falling harder for you. I like how you laugh, how you talk, how you look, how you treat others, how you treat me… and a million more things I could say. Everything about you amazes me.” Then he looked straight at you.

“So this time… I want to confess again. Not to the prettiest girl in the world, but to you. Just you. The real you.”

“I like you, Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend and make it official?”

Aren’t you the luckiest girl in the world right now.

[penelopehere]

How They Became Demon Hunters HCs With Huntrix

Rumi

Her backstory is partially explained in the movie, and I built my own headcanons of how her parents met in another one of my post

However it’s very clear that she was raised by Celine to hate her demon side, wanting to hide and even destroy it from a very young age

She was constantly pushed towards being perfect in every aspect of her life, whether that be in sparring, singing, social skills etc

This was all done in the hopes of eventually getting rid of her marks and protecting the world

However, she also thought that being perfect would make up for the fact that she was a mistake

Despite not knowing exactly how her mum died, I believe she would still blame herself; thinking that being half demon brought misfortune to her mum

In regards to her father, she just pictured him as an evil figure that managed to trick her mum and never considered the fact that he may have been a good person

She would also be homeschooled and sheltered for most of her life, any public appearances done purposefully in order to build her life as an idol

Because of this she would be put on a lot of korean variety shows and do interviews when she was a teen in order to get public support early

On the side, she would also train and even hunt demons with Celine so she would be strong enough to lead the next generation of hunters

However the feeling of loneliness would constantly consume her since she had no one that could understand her life as a half-demon, and she didn’t have any genuine friendships at this point

Celine would notice this and tried to reassure Rumi that this was all for the greater good, and that the hunters were all she ever needed

However, this only worked to a certain extent

Eventually though, Celine would introduce Zoey to Rumi for the first time

Rumi finally felt like she could let her guard down a little, instantly bonding with the other teenage girl

She still felt insecure about her demon blood, and Celine warned her to not reveal anything about that side of her so she wouldn’t lose her new friend

So Rumi stayed silent, not saying anything about her heritage even after Mira came to join the group a few months later

Rumi vowed to do whatever it took to protect the world, even if that meant lying to those she loved

Mira

Similar to Rumi, Mira would most likely also be a legacy

However the difference being that not everyone in her family had hunter abilities, so a lot of them had no idea what demons even existed

This was further emphasized by the fact that most of her relatives that did carry these powers were deceased or estranged

Because of this, Mira always felt like the odd one out and never truly knew what made her so different

She tried to express how she felt through her clothing and artworks, but her family- being rather strict- didn’t appreciate her creativity

They refused to listen to her, causing Mira to act out in many ways

She often spent late nights outside by herself, doing whatever she felt like

From this she would spot her first demon, sucking the soul out of someone until they died

She didn’t know how to react, not fully understanding what she was seeing

Once she managed to snap out of her fear she would go to check on the victim, only to find the body was no longer there

From there she would just run, not knowing when to stop until she subconsciously came all the way back to her house

She wanted to scream and tell her parents what happened, but the moment she walked through those doors she realised they wouldn’t believe her and that she was truly alone

She would carry this fear with her as she got older, not truly knowing if there was something wrong with her brain and making her see these things

Sometimes she would try to fight the demons she saw, rarely succeeding due to her lack of proper training

She had to constantly see people because of this, traumatizing her even further

One day however, she was listening to a song and began singing, not noticing the demon in front of her until it began to get repulsed by the music and ran away

She tested this out the next time she found one, blasting the song towards it while fighting

This is when she realised the demons were weakened by the music

She’d track down the artist of the song, eventually finding Celine in a fan meet and trying to see if she knew anything about the monsters she was seeing

She’d try to be subtle at first, not fully revealing everything she saw just in case Celine thought she was crazy

Mira got her contact information, and was told to meet her in a couple days

From this Celine realised Mira also had hunter abilities, and began to train her in secret

Mira’s parents wouldn’t care about her extended absences, relieved that their daughter was no longer getting in trouble with the police or acting out at home

Celine would reveal what hunters and demons were, explaining their history

Mira was skeptical at first

However, with everything that had happened, she had no choice but to believe Celine and for the first time in her life she didn’t think she was crazy

They trained together for a couple months before Celine introduced Mira to two other young teenagers who had the gift; Rumi and Zoey

From then on Mira finally felt like she had a family, and would do everything she could to keep them together

Zoey

Zoey would be a partial legacy, with only one side of her family knowing about demons and hunters

She didn’t know of her abilities at first, thinking all the monsters she saw as a kid were just a figment of her imagination

Especially since by the time she looked back, one of her family members would be there innocently waving and telling her to go play

It wasn't until she was older was it revealed that she had hunter blood inside her, and that she could begin training to become one

Zoey would be ecstatic, believing she was a real life superhero; wanting to tell all her friends and the rest of the family about it

However, this idea was quickly crushed as it was explained to her the importance of protecting their secret; not wanting to worry others with matters they couldn’t control

They also believed it would keep the non-hunter family members safe if they didn’t know about demons or Gwi-Ma

From then on Zoey had to live a double life, training and hunting demons in secret while also pretending to be a normal girl

This was exhausting, especially since she hated lying to parts of her family and felt as though they couldn’t understand her if they didn’t know who she really was

Then with her hunter relatives, because they were all older than her, she constantly felt like she skilled enough to keep up with them

Therefore she was constantly trying to prove herself to both sides, being the perfect kid and warrior at the same time

Her only solace was writing lyrics and using them against demons, feeling as though this was the only time she could unapologetically be herself

However, all these negative feelings eventually began to hinder her training, since she felt too alone and unworthy to focus on fighting

One of her relatives got the idea of contacting a friend in Korea, sending Zoey there to meet them

She was then introduced Celine, who empathised with her difficulties living a double life

Being an idol and hunter, she understood the difficulties that came with lying to those you loved

However, she assured that Zoey that her fellow hunters would always be there to understand her

For a while, Celine assessed and developed Zoey’s skills, impressed with how she could make her own songs in such a short period of time

She then introduced her to Rumi, the two of them instantly connecting over this feeling of loneliness

To Zoey, it felt like they were the only people in the world that understood each other

When Mira came a couple months later, they welcomed her to their small family

Zoey couldn’t believe there were others her age who felt the same way she did, and never wanted any of them to feel alone again