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Minor Setbacks - Tord x reader

Deleted this request on accident— sorry Anon!!!

But it was a request for Red Leader!Tord right after the accident— reader is his longtime friend and the head medic of the army and has to help him patch up right after the incident, including dealing with his arm.

I’ve never really written angst before, so this should be fun!!

Angst? Angst-ish? I dunno. I heart hurt/comfort. Happy ending for everybody but Tord’s arm ❤️

I actually really enjoyed writing this, I had to do a little bit of research but it was okay. I love writing for Tord.

WARNING!!

Reader amputates Tord’s arm in the back of a car after the accident. Mildly yucky. More realistic depiction of the effects of a literal explosion than were featured in the show.

extreme medical malpractice but it’s to prevent necrosis so I guess it’s okay.

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The car came to a halt a little bit away from the cliffside. Tord stood, unmoving, close to the edge, overlooking the townscape below. The house he’d grown to love, that he himself had laid to ruin out of his own free will. That old life had to end. It was inevitable.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, temporarily dampening the pain that would be searing straight through the right side of his body otherwise.

He was burnt. Bleeding. Disfigured. His right eye would barely open, and his right arm was almost completely numb, save for a dull stinging sensation. He could hear nothing but ringing and blood pumping in his ears from the explosion of his giant robot.

Three figures got out of the car— red soldiers. His right hand men, Paul and Patryck, and his longtime friend (and trusted medic), [Y/N].

His brain was still reeling. Emotions were prickling underneath every inch of his skin— irritation, annoyance, rage at the fact that his plan was foiled, and something else. Something he couldn’t quite put his mangled right index finger on.

Fear. Just the tiniest bit.

Paul and Patryck did their best to salvage parts for some project they were working on while [Y/N] rushed over to Tord’s side.

He didn’t even look at them. He didn’t want to look at anyone. He didn’t want to look at anything. He wanted to go back to the Red Army base and focus on anything else than his rather brutal failure. Hatch a new plan. Plot something else.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a voice.

“Tord, hey. Are you in there?” [Y/N] asked, waving their hand in front of his face.

He just nodded.

“Let me take a look at your arm.” They said, more as a demand than a suggestion. Tord couldn’t even lift his right arm, clinging it to his side with his left hand as if it were falling off. It kind of was.

Police and fire truck sirens sounded in the background, cutting through Tord’s quiet brooding with an aggravating volume.

Paul spoke up. “We need to get out of here quickly.”

“Here, I can help you to the car.” [Y/N] said, hooking his good arm over their shoulder and leading him. He was silent, still internally brooding over his loss.

They helped him haul himself into the car. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, trying not to put his weight on his right side. He was slowly snapping out of the haze he was in, noticing the sheer amount of blood staining his clothes and the way his arm had begun to sting and stab, the pain worsening as the adrenaline wore off.

Paul and Patryck got into the front seat, and [Y/N] and Tord were in the back, not even seatbelted in. Silently, [Y/N] reached for Tord’s right arm.

“Jesus..” They breathed, taking in the sight of it. His right arm was nearly maimed— stinking of singed flesh and body hair, blood seeping out of multiple spots. The entire right side of his body was relatively worse-for-wear, burns and caked-on blood licking and curling around his flesh.

“This has to come off.” They said.

It was as if someone had slapped Tord across the face with a seven-pound bag of ice.

“What?”

“It’s a six-hour trip back to the base, Tord. Your arm is beyond salvageable— you can’t move it, and the longer it’s open and bleeding like that, the higher the chance for sepsis or necrosis. It has to come off.” They explained, a tone of assertiveness in their voice mixing with sweet sympathy.

Tord was silent, contemplating. His mind was still a little fuzzy, but he knew [Y/N] knew what they were talking about.

He gave a dazed nod, willing to do what it took to preserve his life. Even if that meant doing this.

[Y/N]’s expression wavered. They looked solemn and sympathetic, but determined. “Okay. You face your body to the window of the car, and I’ll…… finish this off.” They said.

Tord stayed silent for another moment. His arm was throbbing, now, and it felt like it was stinging and burning all over. That’s when he realized it was barely even hanging on. The bones had been nearly shattered in the explosion and the impact with the ground, and it was essentially hanging on by a thread— a few thick tendons and some heavily damaged muscle were all that really held his arm together about halfway down his bicep.

He nodded. They had to do what they had to do— even if that meant severing Tord’s arm in the back of a dinky car.

[Y/N] watched Tord’s face flash with emotions they swear they’d never seen him express before. “It’ll be okay, Tord. We’ll figure this all out— but your arm can’t be saved. It has to go.” They repeated.

“I’m going to have to cut and pull.”

Tord went pale. They’d never seen him do that before. They assumed he was just in too much shock to react properly. All he did was swallow thickly and nod.

“Just get it over with.” He said through gritted teeth, his accent thickened by the stress of the awful state he was in.

[Y/N] nodded, grabbing their pocket knife out of their pants. Tord winced, looking away from them and trying not to think too hard.

It was over in a flash. A few wet pops, a snap. An involuntary yell tore its way through Tord’s throat as [Y/N] cut through flesh, veins, muscle. With his left hand, he was gripping [Y/N]’s forearm, his nails digging into their skin and leaving little indents.

After it had ended, Tord went limp, laying across the back seats of the car, his newfound stump of an arm dangling over the side of the seat as the remains of what it had once been flopped onto the floor. He choked back a sob and a wave of pain-induced nausea.

He didn’t move. He couldn’t. He gasped out heaving, labored breaths between gagging, badly-repressed sobs, and anguished groaning as [Y/N] stitched his stump shut without any medicated solace.

Sweaty, sick, clammy, cold, and pale. That’s all the great Red Leader was reduced to for a short time. He was panting, he couldn’t stop gagging, he couldn’t stop the tears that spilled relentlessly, involuntarily, from his exhausted eyes, and he certainly couldn’t stop the searing pain that was making his body shake.

Eventually, he’d gotten so overwhelmingly drained of energy (and blood) that he went mostly quiet. He was fading in and out of consciousness— whether it was from the pain or from exhaustion was anybody’s guess. He slumped against [Y/N], nearly motionless.

All they could do was hold him. He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t moving save for his shallow, ragged breathing and the occasional dry-heave. It wasn’t like him at all. He seemed like an empty shell of himself.

Then again, it also wasn’t typically like him to get a limb amputated because of a freak accident.

[Y/N] looked down at him slightly as he leaned all of his weight on them. They shifted in their seat a little, propping themself back against the car door, guiding Tord to lay on his left side against them.

An hour or two like this passed, the car in complete silence aside from Tord making the occasional quiet, pained noise. He’d had calmed down a little. He was hurting so incredibly bad, but despite the rather unfortunate circumstances, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the care and contact his closest companions were providing. Paul and Patryck’s not-so-occasional concerned looks from the front seats did not go unnoticed.

He swallowed hard, closing his eye and letting himself lean completely into [Y/N]. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the tenderness of the moment. He was a bloody, burnt, ugly mess, his blood staining their clothes and his fist still clenched tightly around their shirt—

And yet, here they were. Holding him close nonetheless. He opened his eye, looking up. Their worried eyes were nearly boring into his soul.

As they saw his gaze shift, their expression melted into something soft. Something sweet. Something sad.

“Hey.”

He didn’t respond for a second, as if mulling over whether it was worth the effort.

“Hey.” He choked out, his voice hoarse.

“How…… how’re you feeling?” They asked hesitantly. Their hand moved gingerly to his head, stroking gentle circles against his crown with their thumb.

“Like I just had my arm torn off.” He said with a dry laugh, like it wasn’t really all that funny.

But it really wasn’t. They both knew that.

Slowly, their hand continued to move, gliding up and down his back in an attempt to try and soothe him by any means possible.

“Thank you.” He said suddenly. [Y/N] didn’t need to pry— they knew what it was about. The care. The gentleness of it all. The way they tried their best to help him even if it was sometimes disturbing, like it had been when they’d amputated his arm.

Speaking of, that old thing was still sitting on the floor of the car. Just so you know.

[Y/N] simply hummed and nodded.

“Of course, Tord.” They replied.

And without thinking, as if it were the most natural instinct in the world, they leaned down and placed a small kiss on the top of his head.

They didn’t pull their head away from his after the kiss, simply opting to rest their cheek against the top of his head instead.

Adjusting was going to be difficult, and Tord knew that. However, he also knew he had [Y/N]. He recoiled internally at the rather corny and cliché revelation, but he knew it was true.

And that made his new situation feel just a little more bearable.

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A/N:: Did I mix a little bit of his fanon personality in there? Maybe.

IDGAF I kinda loved this actually. Like let me give this man some sweet sweet TLC

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Who ordered the yappachino?? Nobody! It’s complimentary!

Whoa guys! Lots of new requests recently… (and also super old requests that I’ve been putting off for… way too long!!)

I’m gonna be 100% straight with y’all (happy pride month, by the way,) I’ve been going through some kind of evil brain episode for like, a month.

Here’s what’s in the works currently! In no particular order:

- Blue Diamond x human female reader who is Steven's close friend

- Pearl and Lapis fics (lumped together in one post, but separate)

- Aoyama X Reader

- platonic class 1A x 3rd year reader dying in a fight

- SBR cast with tall reader

- Red Leader bath time nsfw whatever

- 2 Jasper fics

- Bucciarati’s gang as pirates (not X reader)

- Josuke/Jotaro/Kakyoin/Rohan x reader (lumped together but separate)

It’s a lot! It is going to take a while! My schedule is slammed the next 3-ish days because I’m getting ready for my 17th Birthday!!!! But after that I promise promise promise I’ll be posting more often.

I also will be on hiatus between June 22-28th as well as July 20-August 8 for very demanding marching band camps. (I’m trying out for Drum Major! Yay me!)

It’s hard balancing being almost crazy and family time and my boyfriend and my friends and my job and being a good mother to my (marching band) kids and my small nail and jewelry businesses and also writing. But I’ll do it anyways!! What is a good writer without a jam-packed evil schedule?

Okay. Enough of me rambling. Love yall!! Thank you for your patience and support <3

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Hey, Y’all!!

While I’ve been busy not writing fanfic I found time in my schedule to enjoy Deltarune chapter 3. Once I finish getting through it, I’m definitely adding the DR cast to my character list.

I am working on your requests I SWEAR!! Please don’t kill me with piranhas I am getting through them.

Anyways! This isn’t an art blog but I couldn’t help myself. Mr Tenna! By me.

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Jasper reacting to her S/O running their fingers through her hair?

I’ll do you one better! Here’s an entire fic. Keep the Jasper requests coming guys 😝😝

Intertwined — Jasper x Reader

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You and Jasper were on the couch together after you’d both had a particularly long day. She’d been out running errands (and consequently dealing with a lot of people she deemed “stupid” or “infuriating”) all day, and you’d just gotten off of a nine hour shift.

You were sitting on one end, nearly smooshed against the arm, and your rather large girlfriend was stretched along the length of the couch, face-down, with her face in your lap.

Your hands had just been wandering. You were just looking for something to keep your brain busy. Unconsciously, naturally even, your fingers found their way into her off-white mane of hair.

For a split second, her whole body tensed. Her fists clenched and her arms flinched upwards as if she were about to push herself off of you and jump up. You gently laid your hand on the back of her head, stroking the length of her hair softly. You interlaced your fingers in it, running them from her scalp all the way down to the ends, and then working your digits through the next little section.

She let out a long, deep sigh. The kind that relaxes every muscle you have and reminds you just how deeply you can breathe.

You continued for quite a while. She let out a contented hum when you reached the spots right above her neck or when you got a particularly bad knot out.

She shifted slightly, wrapping her huge arms around your waist and adjusting herself to be more comfortable. Your mind had started to wander, and the realization that she was letting you do this hit you. She’d glare at or threaten other people for getting too close to her— and yet, here she was, clinging to you and enjoying intimate moments like this together.

You thought about how much she must trust you. Of course, she trusted you a lot, and you knew that, but you’d never really realized just how much that meant to her. Nobody had ever loved her so quietly or so gently (or maybe even any way at all) before, and she was allowing you to show her what it was like. The genuine, loving way you treated her told her things she never thought she’d know.

That she’s worthy of being anything other than just a machine of war, an expendable asset to a bloodthirsty empire. That the “love” humans speak so fondly of is a real thing— and that it was beautiful. That she was beautiful. That life, without all of the fighting, vengeance, and conquest, was beautiful.

While you were lost in thought, your hands had paused. Jasper grumbled and said your name a few times to get your attention, her voice muffled by your thighs. You didn’t hear her, though. Her arms fell from your sides and she flipped over, facing upwards at you.

For someone who doesn’t get tired, she was sure acting like she’d been woken up from a nap prematurely. You chuckled to yourself for a second at how pouty she seemed.

“What’s so funny?” She asked sarcastically, her rough voice bringing you to attention.

“Nothing, nothing, Jasp…. I just find it kinda funny how comfortable you get when you’re with me.”

She seemed confused, her banded face scrunching up.

“What’s funny about that? We’re…. whadd’ya call ‘em…. ‘Partners’ now. I’m s’posed to be comfortable with you.”

“It’s not funny in a ‘ha ha’ kind of way— it’s funny in a way that, like, you don’t usually act like this. It’s funny because it’s not expected. Does that make sense?” You explained.

“Oh. Yeah, it does.” She said slowly. You weren’t entirely sure she’d even been listening. Her heavy-lidded eyes had been wandering your face the entire time you were speaking to her.

You two sat in silence for a minute.

“Keep doing whatever you were doing. It felt… nice.” She half-whispered.

“Please.”

You smiled and leaned down, pushing some of her hair aside and planting a kiss on her gem.

“Of course, since you asked so politely.” You teased. Jasper simply flipped back over and let you do your thing.

“You should do this more often.” She mumbled. “I don’t know what effect you have on me, Y/N, but it makes me feel…. Good.”

You knew that was the most sentimental thing you were going to get out of her, and you were sure she meant it a lot more deeply than she could express.

“Definitely noted.” You responded softly. “I’m glad I make you feel that way.”

Jasper hummed in agreement, most likely half-asleep and not fully listening. You placed another kiss on the back of her head and continued running your fingers through her hair until you two were ready to haul yourselves off to bed.

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[brandoscomet]

What is non-con?

Non-con is just short for non-consensual. I refuse to write it because frankly it’s disturbing to me.

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relationship headcanons for future!steven x reader? :]

Of courseee!! Thank you for requesting <3

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Future! Steven X Reader Headcanons!

— He’s very sweet and attentive. He notices any slight shift in your mood and does his best to fix it any way he can.

— He’s big on physical touch and words of affirmation. His self-esteem isn’t the lowest on the planet, but he could definitely use some positive attention. Praises, long hugs, and naps together are definitely in order.

— Even though he won’t ask for it, he craves comfort. He’s so stressed about everything that he’ll come home and seek you out after a long day. He doesn’t want to bug you by asking, so he’ll probably just stand awkwardly nearby and wait for you to finish up whatever you’re doing. When you inevitably take the hint he’s trying to drop, he’s so relieved. He’s a simple guy—just take him to the couch or the bed and scratch his scalp with your nails in silence or softly tell him about your day. He totally melts and is asleep in minutes.

— He likes simple dates, like picnics or movie nights or painting together. He prefers to do things at your house (or the Crystal Gems’ HQ)

— He’s a good boyfriend, but he works himself to the bone (as we saw in SUF) and sometimes he needs a little help keeping himself together. Giving him gentle reminders to take care of himself, reminding him to give himself breaks from time to time, and being his shoulder to cry on are unavoidable. He just needs some support.

— When he ends up in a bad state, trying to talk him down, having him do breathing exercises, or just gently holding him usually do the trick.

— He is SO CHEESY. He’ll shoot you awkward pickup lines and make corny jokes CONSTANTLY.

— He’s also really into “cheesy” pet names. He calls you all the basics— babe/baby, sweetheart, honey, anything he can think of. He absolutely melts if you use them on him, too.

— Really loves just talking with you. He makes time to sit down and have long conversations with you every day no matter what. Your presence is so comforting to him and he loves hearing what you have to say.

— Arguments are rare, but they happen occasionally. He freaks out and gets really worried when they do happen, but he makes a huge effort to talk things out and mend everything between you two.

— He makes it a point to introduce you to his family (if you count Greg and the Crystal Gems as one) and make sure you all get along. Of course, you do, and it makes him over-the-moon happy. He’s so grateful that you embrace the fact that he’s literally half-alien rather than judging him for it. You end up spending a lot of time with the Gems (and Greg) naturally and they absolutely adore you.

— He’ll bring you along to Little Homeworld to help him teach if you want to. He’s relieved to have some weight off of his shoulders and he’s so down to have someone to teach the LH Gems things he might not know. Plus, he gets to spend more time with you. It’s a win all around.

— Eventually, he shows you around actual Homeworld and introduces you to Spinel and The Diamonds, which you can only really describe as his three giant aunts. It goes really well, though, and you two visit together frequently.

— Even though it becomes a regular thing, he can’t handle kissing at all. He gets SO FLUSTERED and has no idea what to do. He just kind of stands there lovestruck for a minute.

— He sings to you all the time. He’ll play the guitar and improvise a song on the spot just for you.

— You two take long walks on the beach regularly. It’s just something nice you two have turned into a sort of routine.

— He likes it if you teach him how your hobbies work. Teach him how to sew, or paint, or code, or write, or work out properly, or sculpt, or do hard math, or whatever else you like to do. He’ll start bringing you supplies for things if they’re something that requires them and he’ll do research on them too. If you’re interested, so is he.

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[brandoscomet]

not a request but you should get into invincible!! It’s really good and I’d love your style of writing for it ^-^

Oooooo I’ll think about it! My boyfriend says it’s pretty decent, and a couple of my friends like it, but I’ve never seen anything aside from a few clips on instagram reels and stuff. Maybe I’ll give it a try!

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oh my god i also love jasper!!!! i find her very comforting. would you mind writing how jasper shows affection? maybe some cuddles and such… thanks :)

OMG YESSSSS Jasper's totally my comfort character. I heart emotionally complex brute characters <3

More Jasper requests please I LERV her..

Jasper (Steven Universe) Showing Affection!

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Jasper's not really a "talk about your feelings" kind of woman. Much like how she demonstrates her anger, she opts for physical affection over vocally expressing it. She'll give you very basic compliments, like a "You look nice." when she deems fit. She won't seem very enthusiastic or genuine about it, but the way her voice lacks her usual biting gruffness and the way her lips curl slightly up tells you everything you need to know.

She's tried her hand at giving you gifts, but if choosing them is up to her, they're very unconventional. She'll just bring you whatever "cool" thing she can get her hands on. If you tell her specifically what to get you, she'll have it in your hands within an hour. She remembers everything you like and makes sure to get them for you semi-regularly.

Acts of service is definitely her forte. Thousands of years of serving the diamonds have definitely made her good at that. There's nothing she loves more than running errands or doing things for you. You're out of shampoo? She's storming off to the store like it's the most important duty she's ever been assigned. The trash needs taken out? Don't even worry about it. She'll be wrestling the bag out of the can before you can even realize that it needs to be done. She thinks very highly of you and doing you things keeps her feeling fulfilled and useful.

She's big on quality time, too. She'll "begrudgingly" agree to go places with you, like visit the Crystal Gems or Little Homeworld, but in reality, she's just excited to hang out with you, even if the other gems get on her nerves.

She LOVES physical touch. It's so funny seeing Jasper threaten people not to get near her, but then get home and have her all over you or want you all over her. She's the world's largest lap dog. If you two are watching a movie or you're playing a console game, she'll sprawl out on the couch and lay her head in your lap. If you're cooking? She's snaking her arms around your waist (or putting her hands on your hips/shoulders if you're really short. She's like 7ft/213cm tall) She loves it when you two are just physically present with eachother.

If you two are out in public, she'll have her arm around you if youre not holding hands. She also really likes it when you wrap your arm around hers and sort of lead her around.

Even though she doesn't need to sleep, she climbs into bed with you every night without fail. whether you want her to spoon you, or you want to lay on top of her, or you want to cling to her side, she'll do it. She'll rub your back or card her fingers through your hair and just look at you, her chest stirring with feelings she'd never be able to put into words.

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.+' MASTERLIST!

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Steven Universe

.+’ Mixed Characters:

Pearl and Lapis (separate) X reader who’s energetic but gets really tired, really fast at the end of the day (coming soon!)

.+' Jasper:

How Jasper shows affection

How she reacts to reader running their fingers through her hair

.+’ Steven:

Future! Steven X Reader headcanons

Steven X reader where they opt to do college locally rather than going abroad so they can stay with Steven (will have a real title by the time it’s finished, bear with me!!) (Coming soon!)

.+’ Blue Diamond

Blue X reader who’s Steven’s close friend (coming soon!)

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Eddsworld

.+' Tord:

Romantic Headcanons! (pre and post-end)

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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

--Mixed Parts

Jojos With an S/O Who Acts Like Doppio

--Phantom Blood

.+' Dio Brando:

BF Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

--Stardust Crusaders

Kakyoin and Jotaro (platonic) x reader who is Jotaro's Sister

.+' Jean Pierre Polnareff:

Would he like brainrot? (headcanon, no reader mentioned)

--Diamond Is Unbreakable

.+' Rohan Kishibe:

Stand Whisperer (Rohan with a reader who can speak to stands)

--Vento Aureo

Bucciarati's Gang Pirate AU (Reader not mentioned) (Coming soon!)

.+' Pannacotta Fugo:

Heart to Heart (Fugo with a reader who speaks to stands)

--Steel Ball Run

SBR Cast with a Tall Fem Reader (Coming soon!)

.+' Johnny Joestar:

Bf Headcanons! (SFW + NSFW)

Peace (tooth-rotting fluff)

.+' Diego Brando:

A Rekindled Flame (Diego with a childhood friend vampire reader)

Diego With a Tall Fem Reader

Peril (Diego with a vampire reader who regenerates)

.+' Funny Valentine:

Bf Headcanons

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My Hero Academia

.+' Yuga Aoyama:

Aoyama with a reader who says freaky stuff casually

Love Letters (Coming soon!)

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Hunter x Hunter

.+' Illumi Zoldyck:

Lovestruck - A College AU Fic

Chrollo smut (Coming.... eventually!)

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I have THE WORST Steven universe brain rot lately— PLEASE request!! (Especially Jasper!!!!!!)

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you think polnareff would like brainrot?

I feel like he could go two ways. Either he’d love it or he’d be completely confused by it. No in-between.

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EXAM SEASON IS OVER!!! Hope y’all are excited for some more fics! I’ll be working on my most recent requests first, just to get them out of the way. Sorry for the long wait!

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Hi hi do you write x male reader requests or x trans man readers

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Hi, 🌊!! Welcome to my blog 🩵! Also, long time no see y’all. I’m not male or a trans man, so it might not be the best writing ever, but if you guys want male or trans male readers I’m totally down!

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wait do u do character headcanons? I think i sent a request for one and i didnt even ask beforehand im so sorry!

I do!!! If it was the pirate request, I’m getting to it! I’m slowly working through everything and it’ll be posted sometime soon!

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Hey, feel free to ignore this one if you want! Its a little specific. In short, its kind of a platonic Startdust Crusaders x reader type thing?

Jotaros younger sister is a powerful stand user who is part of the Stardust Crusaders, and bonds quickly with the others.

She is serious but sweet, intelligent but anxious, and exremely perceptive.

You can decide who would fit better for this : Kakyoin or Polnereff. But one night, shes telling him about her thoughts regarding her brother. How shes worried about how much he pushes and isolates himself. How she wants to be there for him and help him. How she knows he deeply cares for her and their mother, but wants him to feel comfortable enough to talk to her when he needs to, and honestly just secretly wants a closer relationship, but has no idea how to go about it. She knows if she tries to bring it up shes either gonna chicken out, or he would just dismiss or dodge the subject. Kak/Pol kind of gives her his thoughtss, a little bit of guidence, a few gentle words to try and help. And Jotaro overhears every word......

Again, no pressure to accept this one! Have a good weekend (also, did you hear the anime for JJBA Part 7 was oficialy announced today???)!

PART 7 I KNOW I KNOWWW AUGHHHH IM SK EXCITEDD!

ALSO! GOOD NEWS! I know I told y’all I’d be grounded, but I paid my own phone bill in its entirety rather than splitting it like I usually do this month, so my mom agreed to let me keep my phone despite everything. I’ll be back on a semi-regular uploading schedule!!!

This was a super cute request!! As an oldest sister of 5, I feel this, lol. Maybe I projected a little bit. Oops!

I picked Kak, because he’s more emotionally mature and intelligent than polnareff. I love the way that the fandom has accepted that Jotaro actually has deeper emotions ugh. I’m such a sucker for guys who feel.

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(PLATONIC) Kakyoin (and Jotaro) x Jotaro’s sister!Reader

You sighed, plopping yourself down on the balcony outside of your hotel room. You let your weary muscles slack and sink into the plush-lined chair, taking in the smell and atmosphere of the night breeze.

You’d had a hard day that day, dealing with not one— but two stand attacks in the span of less than twelve hours. You and the rest of the team were beat. Finally, after hours of fighting tooth and nail to stay on the journey to save your mother, the battle was over. The Crusaders had checked into a hotel and decided it would be best to room you with your brother and Kakyoin, because they figured that that arrangement would mean the least amount of chaos for you.

It was late that night. Everyone in the other room was asleep already, and you were all in your pajamas and ready for sleep by that point.

But instead, basking in the moonlight on the balcony, you replayed that day’s events, recounting in your mind how your brother, the stoic and tough Jotaro, had flipped out on you and raised his voice at you when you unintentionally alerted one of the stand users to where you were. A frown pulled at the corners of your lips.

Lost in thought, you didn’t hear the sliding glass door open, or Kakyoin’s footsteps as he approached where you were sitting.

“Hey, Y/N.” He began. Upon seeing you pensive and lost in thought, though, concern seeped into his mind. “It’s unusual for you to be all by yourself like this. Is everything alright?”

You snapped back into reality, looking up at your magenta-haired friend. “Yeah, Kakyoin, sorry. I’m just— a little bugged.”

“Oh,” He replied. Although he was more emotionally intelligent than the rest of the group, he didn’t have any friends growing up, so he was hesitant and unsure when it came to providing emotional support. But he figured there was no better time to figure that out than right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He questioned. “Or would you rather me go back inside and leave you to think?”

“No, no. I need to get this out, I think. Jotaro’s frustrating me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother and all, but I just feel like he’s….. emotionally constipated. Does that make sense?”

Kakyoin chuckled a little, seating himself in the chair across from you. “Yeah, I see what you mean. What bothers you about that?” He asked.

You sighed, crossing your legs and resting your elbow on the arm of the chair, laying your head in your hand. “I’m worried about him. When he’s frustrated, or scared, or sad, or anything, he either lashes out verbally or completely shuts his emotions down. He isolates himself, and I just wish he’d be more open. I feel like he doesn’t trust me or something, even though I know that’s not the case. I don’t understand why he won’t talk to me.” You lamented, rambling a bit.

There was a pause, and Kakyoin thought for a second.

Then, “I think he’s just nervous.”

You tilted your head, lifting it out of your hand and laying your arm down flat, you sat straight up. “Huh?”

Kakyoin continued. “He’s your older brother. He’s the ‘tough guy’ of the group— the ‘tough guy’ of your family. Especially with your father out on trips all the time. He probably doesn’t want to let that down, you know what I mean?”

You squinted your eyes a bit, pondering on his words. “Go on….”

“He has to be the ‘man of the house’ with your dad on tour. He probably just wants to seem like he has everything under control. Like nothing can phase him. To ‘protect’ you and your mom, in a sense. He wants you two to think he has weaknesses, because that’d make you two worry about him. But he doesn’t think you and your mom should worry, he feels like all the worrying should be on him. It’s a complex a lot of older siblings have.” He explained.

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, thinking to yourselves together.

“Wow. Now that you mention that, it makes a lot of sense. I never thought our dad’s frequent absences really affected him, but I never considered that.” You said.

Kakyoin looked at you, his gaze softening. “Jotaro cares a lot about you, and a lot about your mom. He’d do anything to keep you two safe— I’ve seen it myself. I’m sure you know this already, but he loves you and your mom more than anything. You’re his family. No ‘tough guy’ persona could hide that.”

You turned your head away, looking down at the street below, thinking again. “So what do I do?”

Kakyoin looked at you, a puzzled expression on his face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, how do I get him to be more open? To feel comfortable talking, to know that it’s okay to feel those things?”

“You tell him.” He said, shrugging. “There’s not really any other way to let him know. You just have to find the right moment.”

You hummed in agreement. “I just wish I didn’t have to, you know? I wish he just, like, knew. That it’s okay to have feelings and emotions other than anger and nonchalance.”

Kakyoin laughed again, a gentle sound. “Yeah. He seems to have a lot of stuff bottled up. He told me about some of it earlier, after the second attack.” He lowered his voice, his eyes shifting, his tone changing to something more sympathetic. “Don’t tell him I told you this, but he was really worried about you earlier. He felt bad about yelling at you. He just wants to keep you safe. He feels like you and his mom are all he really has, and he panics when you’re in danger. He just doesn’t know how to express that aside from getting upset.”

Upon hearing that, you felt bad. You had been angry at Jotaro for being mad at you, but he really just wanted to show you he cared. You let out a groan. “Uugghh, Kakyoin, I feel so stupid now. It’s so obvious when you explain it like that.”

“I mean, it’s not obvious to you. I think I’m just picking up on it because I’m an outsider in the situation. You live with him, so you assume he’s just doing what he does and being a jerk. It makes sense that you wouldn’t see it.”

Suddenly, you froze in absolute terror. Your eyes went wide, and they slowly turned to Kakyoin.

Worried, the magenta-haired boy turned around, assuming something was behind him.

There stood Jotaro. Kakyoin had left the sliding glass door open, and Jotaro had heard everything. Everything.

He grumbled, stepping out onto the balcony, pulling his hat over his face. Kakyoin excused himself, walking past Jotaro and going back inside to allow you and your brother to have your fun sibling bonding moment together.

Jotaro didn’t sit, rather opting to walk over and stand next to the chair Kakyoin had occupied.

“I’m sorry about blowing up at you earlier.” He said, his voice gruff from exhaustion. He sucked in a big breath, and then exhaled. He stood for a second, as if getting the words out was physically taxing on him.

“It freaks me out when you get hurt. It’s—“ he sighed again, not used to talking about his feelings. Not knowing what to say.

“It’s scary.” He finally admitted. “We’re on this journey so we don’t lose mom.”

A pause.

“The possibility that I could lose you in the process is scary.”

That thought hadn’t occurred to you yet. I mean, how could you have? You didn’t have to worry about losing Jotaro, since he was so independent and powerful and all. You didn’t think about how he could have to worry about losing the both of you on this journey.

“Kakyoin was right.” He continued. “And you were right. To be upset at me for yelling. I’m sorry.”

You were still looking at him, surprised at what he was saying.

Too tired to say anything smart, you simply stood up and walked over to him. You opened your arms and wrapped them around him.

“It’s okay, Jotaro. Thanks for the apology.” Letting go of him, you scratched the side of your head nervously, looking away a little bit. “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m your sister. I’m here for you just as much as you’re here for me, y’know. You don’t have to hide how you feel just so you look strong.”

He contemplated for a second. “Yeah. I’ll work on that. Thanks, Y/N.”

Though it wasn’t much, this was a big step for him, and you knew that. He didn’t have much to say, but he’d find the words when he needed them. And he’d find you when he needed to let them out.

“And I’ll work on not getting myself into trouble so often.” You said. “I’m sorry for worrying you so much, I know things have been tough for you because you’ve been worried about mom, but also me, too. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

He cracked a small smile, letting out a low chuckle and putting his big hand on your head, ruffling your hair. “Yeah, you really need to get better at that. I have no idea how I’m related to someone so accident-prone. You probably got it from the old man.”

You groaned sarcastically. “I’m not nearly as bad as grandpa. He’s been in, like, 3 plane crashes already. There’s no way you’re telling me I’m as bad as him.”

He rolled his eyes, still smiling subtly. “Sure. Whatever you say, Y/N.” He said, turning to go back inside. “You should get some sleep. We’re leaving early tomorrow.”

“Uh oh, moment’s over. Bossy Jotaro is back.” You said, poking fun at his change of attitude.

“Good grief.” He mumbled, a small upturn at the corner of his mouth.

And with that, Jotaro walked inside and shut the door behind him. The relief of letting his feelings out muddled with the exhaustion in his bones made him crawl straight into bed. Even though he was tired, there was a smile still on his face. Even if it was difficult for him, he was glad he got to let things hang out in the open. He decided he’d be more open with his family more often, and he was glad to know that he had support, too.

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Hello!!! I was wondering if your could write a oneshot where Aoyama has an s/o who casually says the freakiest things ever. Like an example would be if they were in a battle with a villain and s/o went "dang,wonder if the flexibility comes out in handing at other times. if you know what I mean?" you can take as much time as you need dw!

Hiii!! thank you for requesting! I feel like I've had so many Jojo requests, it's refreshing to get a req for a different fandom, haha. (Nothing bad about that though, Jojo is my favorite piece of media, like, ever.)

Aoyama is such a silly character. I really enjoy the emotional depth they introduce to him later on in the show. And the thing?? I can't spoil it, but if you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about. Just dang.

Warnings: a little suggestive. Not like, explicitly stated, but very much implied.

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Aoyama x Reader, who says freaky stuff casually!

It took him a little while to get used to the things you say. He was kind of taken aback at first, but eventually he learned how to deal with it. Only when it was directed at other people, though.

You two were fighting a villain with an enhanced flexibility quirk, and while you two were fighting alongside one another, you turned to your boyfriend. “Dang, Yuga, I wonder if that flexibility comes in hand outside of fighting, if you know what I mean.”

He had to stifle a laugh. “Mon ami(e), that’s hardly an appropriate thing to say right now! We have to focus on the task at hand!”

If you started saying stuff about HIM? He’s so dead. You killed him. He physically can’t handle it.

You and Aoyama were sitting in his dorm room for a movie night. You’d gotten yourself a little dressed up just for fun, and you were wearing lipstick.

“Your lips look very nice tonight, Cheri. Is that a new color?” He complimented. Nothing could have prepared him for what you said next.

“Yeah, it is. And I bet you’d think they’d look even nicer if I put them around a certain something of yours.” You said with a smirk.

That poor boy. He had no idea what to do. “M-ma moitié!” He stammered, turning his face and covering his mouth with his hand, his skin growing redder and redder by the second.

You’d chuckled to yourself, finding how flustered he was oddly endearing. You knew Aoyama wasn’t familiar with the kind of attention you were giving him, but you had no that clue it’d hit him that hard.

“You good, Yu?” You’d asked, still giggling to yourself, reaching your hand out and placing it in his shoulder.

He swallowed thick, collecting himself before speaking. “Of course, mon amor! Just a little surprised at your boldness, that’s all!” He’d answer.

“God, Yuga, you look like a sunburnt lobster!” You’d tease, poking fun at his flushed complexion. He feigned offense, dramatically putting his hand up to his forehead to distract from the ever-deepening color of his face.

“Are you telling me that I look like a dirty crustacean? After everything we’ve been through together? How could you, Y/N!” And he dropped himself flat onto his back, pretending to faint.

You two laughed amongst yourselves. Jeez, Yu, you’re such a drama queen.”

Be careful doing that in front of your classmates, though. If one of them sees the way he reacts to the things you say, he’ll NEVER hear the end of it.

He absolutely loves how out-of-the-blue it is, though. And it’s something nobody else really does, so it sets you apart from everybody else, which he likes. He’s never really felt like he fits in anywhere, so you being a little weird is something he finds nice about you.

As much as it flusters him, he really enjoys the fact that it shows that you actually like him. People often get annoyed with how self-absorbed he seems, so he doesn’t get much genuine attraction directed his way.

He starts getting more confident and saying things back to you, which leads to some pretty fun flirty banter between you. It becomes a mutual thing that y’all share and brings you closer together.

He also starts joining in when you say stuff during other contexts, too, like when you say things during battles. It makes things less stressful and helps the two of you stay more positive in high-risk situations.

He really appreciates your little odd habit of saying things like that so casually. It does a lot more for him than he thought it would.

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[brandoscomet]

funny valentine hcs for the 2 valentine fans out there..? Mayhaps..?

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Hi 🌸!! Nice to see you! Sorry this took so long, I hope the 2 Valentine fans aren’t too mad about that!

I'm not super duper great at writing for Valentine, so apologies if he seems out of character :, )

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F. Valentine X Reader headcanons!

He’s very proper. He’s the president, after all, so he kind of has to maintain a polite and professional attitude at all times in public. Even at home, though, when the two of you are in private, he’s gentlemanly and respectful towards you.

Unfortunately, when the pressure of running a country makes him feel worn, he lashes out. Maybe he had a frustrating meeting, or had to deal with some pompous royals from another country, he’ll come home frustrated and with a short fuse. Maybe you’ll say something that sets him off, and he’ll start an argument, but there’s not much either of you can do but distance yourselves. When he calms down though, he regrets it so deeply. He’ll do anything to make up for it— take you out, buy you expensive gifts, hold you, do things for you, anything that would let you forgive him.

When his duties have him feeling weary, he’ll seek you out at the end of a long day. He always looks forward to coming home to you at night, no matter how late it may be. He tends to get caught up late at night, and it means a lot to him if you wait for him before you go to bed. He'll walk in the door, change his clothes, and climb straight into your arms.

He's actually very soft with you away from the prying eyes of the media. He'll complain about his woes and seek comfort from you, he'll kiss your hands, he'll dote on you, etc

In public it's a bit of a different story, though. Not that he treats you harshly, but he has to be professional. The most he'll do in public is let you hook your arm around his, and rarely, he might give you a peck on the cheek. He just doesn't want to seem vulgar in front of the press.

As professional as he tries to be, though, he gossips with you. He spills ALL of the hot tea he hears. "In my conference today, I found out that Lady Whatsherface of Anothercountry was executed for cheating on her husband! His new wife is TWELVE. Can you even believe that?" or "The king of Farawayland asked me if I could send aid from out military to squash his country's civil war. Why on earth would he think I'd say yes?" He's so messy when it comes to talking about the people he deals with in politics.

He likes reading to you. Not for any particular reason, he just likes talking and interacting with you. Sometimes he can't think of anything to say, and it's easy to read words off of a page.

He's very attentive. He'll remember everything you say to him. He'll buy you something you mentioned wanting months ago, or he'll bring up a story you told him a long time ago.

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