#Please know I don't usually write fiction nor angst

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Kerosene Soaked Love

Eddie Munson loves the smell of kerosene. He loves the thought of fire following the bitter, oily smell. He loves the warmth of the fire and the sting of the smoke in his eyes. Eddie Munson could be a pyromaniac if he didn’t have that ounce of self preservation telling him to keep his ass out of jail.

When he met Steve Harrington for the first time after King Steve packed his shit and left, he found that he loved fire and kerosene more. The way the small campfire illuminated Steve’s jawline and puppy brown eyes made him melt. The way the flames danced on Steve's face was hypnotic and he slowly fell for the man in the fire.

Him and Steve bonded more through the events of spring break in 1986, between matching scars and shared trauma they grew very close. The nights spent by the campfires smoking, looking at Steve’s face being illuminated were always Eddie’s favourite. Their first kiss was shared by that same fire, it was slow and passionate. The kind of kiss that drowns out the world and the only thing you hear is the blood rushing in your ears. 

Steve learned to indulge Eddie in his love for fire. Whether that was letting him start the fire in the fireplace or letting him burn all the scraps of paper he could find in the house. Steve also grew to love fire because Eddie loved fire and he loved Eddie. The fire began to remind him of Eddie, how his loud, passionate boyfriend lit up the rooms he walked into and how his entire being seemed to glow. Steve also found more often than not Eddie's clothes buzzed with the smell of kerosene and smoke. He found comfort in that. Steve loved kerosene and fire, it reminded him of love.

Eddie loved Steve and Steve loved Eddie.

Hawkins did not love Steve and Eddie.

On December 15th, 1990 Steve and Eddie's small house on the edge Hawkins went up in flames. The roads were so icy that it took the firemen an hour to arrive, you could see the smoke from all the way across town. Eddie had felt his stomach drop when he got the call from work that the house had caught on fire. Steve was home that day, he had taken off to decorate for a Christmas party they were throwing for the kids. 

Eddie never drove faster than he had that day, he desperately hoped that he would see a disheveled Steve sitting wrapped in a blanket in front of the house with the firemen. 

All he saw were ashes of his house, an ambulence, several firefighters, and an adult sized body bag on the lawn. 

A week later the firemen and police determined that the house caught fire due to foul play. The house was doused in a mixture of kerosene and gasoline and then ignited with a match. 

Eddie cried for weeks, the thought of his poor Steve unaware of the horror that was about to happen, happily decorating for his favourite holiday. Eddie couldn’t get the thought of Steve crying and begging for Eddie to rescue him, or the thought of Steve choking on the smoke and his skin being eaten by the flames he so dearly loved out of his head. 

One of his most beloved things took away what he loved most.

Eddie Munson loves fire

Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington.

Eddie Munson loved. 

[kitkatt0430]

3, 13, 18, 20, 25, 26, and 32 for the writing ask game!

3.) How would you describe your writing style?

I tend towards third person omniscient-ish but with a focus on a specific character's PoV. So if I've got multiple characters in a scene, then the narration will focus on one character's experience of the scene - their thoughts and impressions of what's going on - without going into detail about what other characters are thinking/feeling beyond the clues the PoV character picks up on from body language and the like. (Sometimes I'll show the same scene from two different PoVs just to show how differently two people experience the same event, which is fun.) However the narrator-voice of the third person view may be more aware of things and hint at that despite largely restricting the info to the PoV character's understanding of things. Hence the 'omniscient-ish' descriptor. (I do like making fun of the things Eobard thinks he knows and does not sometimes. Gotta poke at his ego on occasion.)

I like to be silly with my descriptions - definitely been known to have a character staring at an inanimate object and then note that 'for obvious reasons, the inanimate object did not stare back'... though if it's got eyes, it very well might. ;)

I try to have a good balance of angst, fluff, and whimsy when I write because, to me anyway, to much of just one can make the whole thing fall apart. Cisco, even at his most angsty moments will make nerdy references. Kara being fluffy will still be tempered by her anxieties. And even something like Hartley drunk dialing Cisco to complain about Eobard's banana aesthetic will still be rooted in Hartley struggling to deal with his lack of closure over Harrison Wells.

(On a related note, that writing style comparison tool that's been around looooong before AI showed up says that my style is similar to that of Agatha Christie's. Which, if it really is, that's pretty cool. I do admire her writing a great deal.)

13.) Rate your worldbuilding skills from 1 to 10.

I'd say 7 or 8. I've got room for improvement, but I'm pretty good at wielding two different fandoms together in ways that make sense and I'm not too shabby at creating new world ideas from scratch either. I'm also my biggest critic about this because I know when what I'm trying to say doesn't make it from my brain to the page quite the way I wanted to. Which is how the magic system in Here There Be (a) Dragon got away from me a bit. (It's a little confusing, but overall it turned out good enough for me to be quite pleased by it.)

18.) First, second, or third person?

While I might experiment with first or second person from time to time, usually if I clean it up for posting it winds up third person anyway. I'm just waaay more comfortable writing - and reading - third person. Though I'm more likely to read first/second person fiction than write it.

20.) Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?

I've usually got a few active WiPs in progress at any given time. Which can be chaotic. But sometimes I'll focus on a single story and just kinda crank it out to the exclusion of whatever else I was working on before I had the idea. (*looking directly at The Pied Piper of Central City*)

25.) Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go?

I don't know really. Sometimes I loose inertia because I'm trying to keep chapters to postable chunks neither too large nor too big. Sometimes I loose inertia because I'm trying to finish it all in one go and getting some feedback that others enjoy the story might have actually given me the focus necessary to complete it. And sometimes the idea is too big and I wind up distracted by other ideas and wow has the hiatus really been that long? Which, the last one happens whether I post-as-i-go or not.

I think I like posting more than not-posting just because... even if I don't finish something, at least I've shared it.

26.) What would you describe as OOC?

So I have two different descriptions based on where the OOC behavior is coming from.

For OOC behavior in canon, it's behavior that require's outside explanation to make sense. Such as, on the Flash, Cisco's S5 arc. After S2 and S3 showed Cisco growing to accept and even learn to like his powers, with S4 having him really come into his own as a super hero (though he was always Barry's hero ^_^ ), S5 does a hard reverse on this with Cisco expressing the rather amatonormative belief that he can't have a family and be a super hero... despite Barry and Iris being right there showing that it can totally work for a super hero to have a wife and eventually kids. If this were about being afraid of dying as a hero and leaving his potential future wife and children behind, then at least it could have sorta tied in with the Nora plot in S5, but it was so vaguely explained that Cisco's reasons for ditching his powers were massively disconnected from Cisco's previous characterization. It left everyone watching to scramble to headcanon something else that better explained his behavior.

For OOC behavior in fandom, it's a bit harder to pin down since everyone has different interpretations of the characters. So just because I wouldn't write a character as doing something doesn't mean I wouldn't see it as a valid interpretation of the character in someone else's writing. That said, if it just doesn't make sense even with taking different interpretations of a character into account, then I'll see it as OOC. Like Leonard Snart being a dirty cop in a fic. I can see him as a straight up criminal or a police officer who comes down hard on dirty cops (maybe internal affairs even, seen some good AUs explore that) because it is an integral part of Len's character that he hates dirty cops because his father was one. If Len follows in his father's footsteps as a corrupt police officer, than he's no longer remotely believable as being the same character who killed his father for endangering Lisa. He's just a character who happens to bear the same name.

(That said there are times when playing with characters wildly out of character can be a fun thing, so I don't immediately back out of a fic because someone is being OOC to my view.)

32.) Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?

Hmmm, so I joked above about the whole inanimate objects not staring back one and while it's not an always use thing, it definitely pops up here and there. Beyond that, I know there are some words and phrases I've reused a lot, but I couldn't list them off the top of my head.

I know I reuse specific tones for characters while writing them. Eobard's typically going to get a more condescending tone reserved for villains who think too highly of themselves. Barry or Cisco or Estelle (the character from Tales of Vesperia, not my dog) will have a more idealistic and friendly tone. Yuri Lowell, Harrison Wells... they're going to be a bit more world weary and sarcastic. I still differentiate the characters beyond that, but there's definitely a similarity in how I use my word choices to set the tone of the character.

[trollkennel]

TrashWizzard's RP Blog Rules and Preferences

This is not an exhaustive list, but here are some guidelines before interacting with me. These are my personal preferences, not universal law nor judgment of anyone else's style of play. It's simply what I prefer for myself. Everyone enjoys their fiction differently, and that's ok :)

Firstly, I am an adult. I would prefer to rp with others who are 18+.

I am also 🏳️‍🌈very queer🏳️‍🌈, as are my characters. If you have questions about their identities, preferences, or my own please feel free to ask! My OOC pronouns are They/Them.

It goes without saying that bigots, homophobes, TERFs and assorted hate groups DNI. I'm literally Just A Guy who enjoys writing fictional things about made up people. Deal with it 🤙

I'm brand new to roleplaying in Tumblr format, so bear with me as I learn the ropes. I live on Discord, and depending on the circumstances I am also open to rp on there as well.

Roleplaying preferences under the cut:

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✅ Etiquette

Please be familiar with general roleplaying etiquette as well as common terms (such as Godmoding, Meta Knowledge, and IC / OOC). I am an adult with a full-time job and many interests. I will try to respond as often as I can, but please be patient if my replies are not immediate. Usually planning to reply at least once a day, sometimes more if our schedules line up well. I am a literate roleplayer, usually opting for and preferring paragraphs or descriptive posts; however I do enjoy rapid-fire script style as well.

✅ Original Characters Only

Show off your fantrolls, maybe even human ocs? No matter the fandom, I want to see your original characters only.

✅Canon-Adjacent

My characters are designed to flow well with MSPA (or the appropriate fandom's) canon as much as I can, but that isn't an unbreakable standard. Some things I have bent or changed because it's fun, straying just far enough to make unique and interesting divergences from canon. Nothing super crazy.

✅Character Arcs and Ongoing Plots

We love to see it!! It would be awesome to collaborate with other roleplayers I find I really vibe with. I would love nothing more than to create an expansive story with intertwined details among characters.

✅ Alliances and Rivalries

Plotting! Scheeeming! Sometimes this happens naturally, but I'm usually open to planning things ahead of time if it seems fun 👀 No worries about metagaming here, I'm generally very good at keeping OOC knowledge compartmentalized from my IC knowledge.

✅ Mature Themes

!! I do not mean smut, sex, erp, etc. !! I love darker themes and angst in my writing. Most of my characters are probably traumatized in one way or another, and some of those themes may be uncomfortable. I generally keep mentions to vague allusions, or don't go into great detail (especially if it's not private rp or with someone I know fairly well). This might include topics such as substance abuse, depression, mortality and other heavy subjects. Life is not always gentle. But the harder they fall, the more fulfilling the redemption.

✅ Slice of Life

As a lighter alternative, I do enjoy fluff, exposition, and slice of life scenarios. Well-placed comedy in rp is one of my favorite takeaways, and some of my characters can be very silly! This is also a great way to break the ice and get to know new friends/characters, and maybe work our way to bigger plots.

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❕Shipping

I am unlikely to ship my characters with a stranger's OCs. I'd prefer to ship with friends, if anyone.

❕Character Harm or Death

Falls under mature themes as described above, but please get my consent before trying anything. I'm usually not opposed to letting my guys have a bad day, especially if it helps with growth or plot progression.

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❌ Writers under the age of 18

❌ Erotic roleplay

❌ Canon Characters

❌ Joke Characters

Short interactions with joke characters might be okay but that's not my preference overall. Part of my roleplay enjoyment comes from taking my fake people seriously.

❌ Fully Broken Lore or Unreasonable Selfmade Canon

(MSPA specific) If your glitterbloods and half cherubs bring you joy then I am happy for you; but they don't have a place in my cast's lore, I apologize :( My guys wouldn't know how to react.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST # 12 (Bully!Jungkook x Reader)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Disclaimer: This piece is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Jeon Jungkook in any way nor do I condone or encourage these actions in real life. This is nothing but mere fiction and fantasy. Browse at your own risk, you've been warned.

Request: "youre taking requests right? can you pls write bully!jungkook who's mean as fuck and has a dacryphilia kink pls make it hard noncon"

Warning(s): Noncon, dacryphilia, choking, slapping, virgin!reader, infidelity(?), humiliation, degradation, angst.

Y/n whimpered as she bit her lip, eyes shutting in frustration and terror of what was to come when her lunch tray went flying against the cafeteria floor when she tripped over something that she couldn't locate on the ground.

"Tsk… pathetic" the girl's legs trembled upon hearing the voice of the culprit, Jeon Jungkook, sitting at his usual table with all the popular kids on her left side, the male in the perfect spot to have stuck his leg out just enough to make her trip.

"S- Sorry…" Y/n crouched as she hurriedly started to gather the spilled contents in the tray, not looking up at everyone snickering.

Jungkook torturing her on a daily basis was their favorite show.

"Do you know how many people around the world are starving every minute of everyday, Y/n?" His voice was sickeningly sweet as he leaned away from his cheerleader girlfriend towards Y/n, one tattooed arm wrapped around the other girl's waist. "And then there you are… just wasting it like it's nothing, tch tch."

"P- Please… sorry… it was a mistake" the girl struggled to find her voice. "I- I'll c- clean it up" her trembling hands were forced to halt all movement when one of his boots planted themselves on one of them.

"Now that's no way to go about this" tears pooled in her eyes. "Aren't you hungry? Tsk… we don't have a lot of time or extra food to spare here~" checking his wrist watch, the male glanced back at her as the corners of his lips turned upwards into a smirk.

"Please-" her plead was cut short.

"Eat it as is." The soft sob that escaped Y/n just earned her chuckles from all around her.

They were vile and relentless.

"Oh, come on, Y/n! Why the hesitation? We are all friends here~" Jungkook's girlfriend bitchily added, pecking him on his lips before looking down at her. The girl lowered her head even more, face flushing in embarrasment as she wished for the ground to swallow her.

"All that better be gone in the next ten minutes or you know better than to defy me" Jungkook threateningly whispered in Y/n's ear, giving her head a harsh nudge from behind. "Now get to it!"

The girl knew better than to say no to him. She had learnt it the hard way. And so Y/n lowered herself closer to the floor, shaking as she started picking the bits of food up and shoving them down her throat, depserate for the humiliation to just end.

"Come on now, get your fluids in, you need the hydration!" Jungkook bellowed, nodding towards the juice carton that laid on its side against the tiles, it's contents pooling around it. "Come on, Y/n! Clock's tickinnngg~" the male warned, biting his lip when she sobbed again, the helplessness of it sending a shiver down his spine as he felt himself getting hard.

Y/n could take her tears in the juice as she slurped at it, some of it getting on her nose and face which stained them since it was pomegranate. She felt Jungkook shift closer towards her from her peripheral vision, sending another wave of anxiety down her chest.

"Hurry up~" his tone was much quieter than his usual. Much darker. "You think we have all day long to watch you slurp and pig your lunch from the cafe floor in these floral patterned underwear of yours?" Y/n's eyes widened when he pointed them out before teasingly pinching them out from under the waistband of her pants, bringing them to everyone's view and attention.

"Please!" The girl pleaded as she shot back up, trying to cover his hand as she stared up at him, shivering from how close their faces were. "Please~" Jungkook bit his lip at the sight.

The bottom half of Y/n's mouth was stained with th juice, eyes bloodshot and full of tears as her spectacles hung low on her nose, one of the trils slightly dripping while the crumbs of the food clung to one corner of the mouth, all the kneeling having caused the front part of her shirt to lower, resulting in exposure of her cleavage.

"Go clean yourself up. You look like a disgraced pig." Usually he would have loved to humiliate and degrade her more. But today… was different. Today Jungkook had noticed her cleavage which he never really had before. Today, there was something different about the way she was covered in her lunch. The way she had kneeled. How he'd noticed the outline of her ass. The curve of her bottom lip as it trembled, a droplet of the juice desperately trying to hold on to it. And her flushed cheeks. Fuck. How they were so perfectly stained with her tears.

.

It was 5 minutes after break had ended and pretty much everyone had settled into their classes. Y/n could tell as the chatter in the hallways had died down, making her sigh in relief as she slowly rose from the closed toilet seat.

Now would be the perfect time to fix herself without anyone ridiculing or humiliating her further as teachers seldom gave any sorts of passes in classes scheduled right after the break.

Unlocking the latch of the cubicle she was in, Y/n fixed her clothes up as she pushed the door open, walking to the sinks without looking up only to gasp when she walked into a hard chest.

A very familiar hard chest…

"Thought you'd get rid of me that easy?" The girl's eyes widened to the shape of saucers as she looked up to find Jungkook grinning down at her, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Tsk." His eyebrows furrowed at the sight. "Didn't know you are into the whole pig look thing" he referred to her state, chuckling when she sobbed again.

"Pl-"

"Oh, shut up" before Y/n could comprehend what even happened, she found herself pushed against a cubicle wall with Jungkook's fingers firmly holding her throat in place, free hand flicking the lock close. "Fuck…" Rubbing his hard wood against the girl's crotch, the male bit back a moan. "Don't you just look like the most fuckable little thing all messed up?"

All colour left the girl's face followed by the oxygen in her lungs as she caught on to what he was saying. "N- No!" She pushed past her throat with all her might, pressing her palms flat against his built chest and shaking her head. He couldn't do this to her. It was one step too far. "No! Y- You cannot do this, not this!" And that made him even more hard. "No!"

"Aww… have yourself all saved up for someone?" Jungkook cooed in a taunting manner, raising an eyebrow as he brushed a piece of hair away from her face, amused expression morphing into a cold one. "That's too bad, then" ignoring the girl's struggles and pleads, the male gagged her with the half used toilet paper roll, it being the perfect size to plug her mouth the right way.

"Fuck- when did you grow up this much, Y/n?" Her weak claws and punches didn't faze him one bit as he pushed her shirt up and kneaded her breasts, feeling them up through Y/n's bra before simply ripping it open in two parts from the middle, cursing when he felt knots form in the base of his stomach.

They were just the right size with the sexiest nipples ever.

"How dare you keep this body of yours all tucked away and hidden from me?" Jungkook growled, feeling betrayed as he slapped her with the back of his hand, pushing her body to the side and against the flush tank before pulling her shirt halfway off, stopping when her arms were folded above her head in the fabric and leaving it there to restrict her arms from shuffling around so much.

"You really think every time that you'll be able to get away, huh?" The force with which he undid her pants almost ripped the buttons off, nails scratching her skin when he pulled them down and through her feet to get full access, squeezing and force spreading her thighs as he stood back up.

"Oh, I am gonna fucking ruin you good." Y/n sobbed as she struggled, tears streaming down her cheeks as they made it impossible for her to see through her spectacles, the outlines she could make out through them giving her the idea that Jungkook was undressing his own south region before her ass was pushed flat against the tank, legs picked off the floor as a hard and wet tip poked one of her thighs.

"Look at me and look at me well" Jungkook growled as he snatched the tear filled spectacles off, staring right into her eyes as he aligned himself against her virgin entrance, already knowing it was gonna take a good few shoves before he would be welcomed inside. "You are not getting rid of me; you cannot." A pained expression occupied his features for a moment as he sucked in a sharp breath while his fingers tried to push his tip inside her entrance.

"Look at my fsce as I fuck you because this is the only face that'll ever fuck you." One of his hands harshly gripped her throat when he was finally somewhat inside after some struggle. "Memorize it." Jungkook's hips pushed themselves forward as he shuddered at how good her virgin pussy hugged him. "Because you'll have to present yourself before it any time I need it."

Jungkook chuckled as the girl's body went limp, defeatedly resting against the wall behind it. The boy's ears turned red as he started thrusting now, "I mean, it's not like anyone else will ever want to fuck you anyways- fuck-" throwing his head back, he sighed out loud in pleasure, grinning. "You're lucky I am into filthy pigs. Or you'd have gone to the grave a virgin."

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Wow I almost cried writing this.

[alixdelcourt]

Maybe other ones opinions matter more to you than ours

Pairing Katsuki Bakugou x female reader x Eijirou Kirishima

Genre : angst to fluff and comfort at the end.

WC and warnings : 1.5 k / Polyrelationship, Angst, feeling down, abandon, injury, mention of hospital and sedative. Please be careful reading this, and skip it if you're insecure or sensitive, you'll just get hurt. Please be careful.

Note : Hey everyone, I am back ! I am sorry, I wasn't on hiatus so I didn't warned you, I was just sick and trying to recover. And now that I am totally healed, I promise that I'll catch all your requests up quickly ! Today's work is @d3nk1x's request. I am sorry it took my like forever to achieve it, really sorry. I hope that you’ll like it, please let me know, and feel free to ask anything else. I kinda like your requests :)

Requests are still open, and since my college year is over, I am totally free to write whenever I want. And I am bored a bit, so please send many requests if you want, I will be happy to oblige !

The heart has its reasons which Reason knows nothing of… What was sure is that you loved them, from the bottom of your heart. But it wasn’t enough for you to be completely at ease with the relationship that you, Eijirou and Katsuki are entertaining. Well, such relations aren’t usual and you prefer to keep it for you. What would it be if people, even your friends, discover this part of your intimacy and feel free to criticize, or worse to judge you and to deprecate it… Would your ‘couple’ survive all of this ? You prefer not to take the risk. A happy life is a discreet one.

But, your significant others are not on the same page. Like, for the boys, you’re all adults and old enough to make your own choices. You chose them, you brought them together, so why couldn’t you assume this decision ? Why three people in love would be so odd ? This subject was the only point of contention for you, that comes up more and more often. Like tonight.

The three of you were in Katsuki’s room, for the usual nightly cuddles. To have some affection before going to sleep, each one in his own dorm room. For the other students not to notice, Eijirou is the first to leave, and after a couple of minutes, you follow him. But tonight, the guys made a big deal out of it. You argue, explaining again for like the thousandth time your position.

“I just… I just don’t feel comfortable with people knowing that I am in love with two guys. Maybe it’s okay for you to share the same girlfriend, but this isn’t was girls do.”

“And who cares about other girls ? They just don't know what they are missing !”

Eijirou winked at you, trying to make you laugh and give it all up as a joke, but you weren’t laughing. He sighed, and let your mutual boyfriend try. And he did. Like Katsuki really tried. He took your hand, and made you look at his crimson stare.

“Please, Y/n. Let us love you in full view of everyone. I am tired, we’re both tired of paying attention to our reactions around you. We just want to give you all the attention you deserve and the love you generate at any time, not bottling it up or botch it between two training sessions. I don’t want to hide anymore, because this means we’re doing something wrong. And we’re not. So please.”

He’s meaning what he’s saying, and you know it. Katsuki Bakugou ain’t one to beg, for anything. But even if this was the sweetest and the most romantic thing he has ever told you, you can’t overcome your fear. Which deeply hurt the boys in front of you. The ash blond haired released your hand.

“Maybe other ones opinions matter more to you than ours”

Usually, when he’s this rude, Eijirou stands up for you, but today he’s way too hurt and he agrees with Katsuki. Too many words jostle on your tongue, but none were sufficient for you to express how you’re feeling. With obvious teary eyes, you stand up and leave quickly before bursting in cries. You try to convince yourself that you’re feeling this way because they’ve been harsh on you, pressuring you like this, but you can’t fool yourself. Nothing hurts like the truth.

But you made it. You managed to sleep, and in the morning, you decide that you’re moving forward and as usual, leave the situation as it is. But you quickly notice that it’s not the case for Eijirou and Katsuki. When you went for breakfast, they were already done and heading to their own classes. Usually, you have your have your meals together and they accompany you before going about their business. Usually, Katsuki cooks in the morning, and you make the boys tea. Usually, Eijirou takes all of the bags on his shoulders because it’s manlier and ‘every little training helps’. But today was nothing like usual. You tried to avoid your paranoia during the whole morning, but you couldn’t anymore at lunch. They literally rejected you. In front of everyone. Maybe you finally ruined everything by yourself.

When you arrived to the cafeteria, you decided to wait for them before realizing that they weren’t late, but they didn’t wait for you. They were already eating with some classmates. Sero noticed you, lining up alone for your lunch and staring, with a troubled expression on your face.

“Why isn’t Y/n with you today ? The three of you are always together… Something happened ?”

“She decided that our company is no satisfying enough for her. We would not want to force her.”

You weren’t that far from them, and Eijirou’s hard words were sharp and loud enough to reach your ears. He said it that loud on purpose.

“I thought that you and her had a thing… Aren’t the two dating or something like this ?”

Katsuki growled at Denki’s curiosity.

“None of your business, you dumbass”

“I was asking Eijirou ! Of course, no one would date your rude ass”

“He’s right, Denki. Our love life is none of your business”.

No one could possibly ask anything after this, even if they took each other’s hand. They ain’t persons to take criticism. They just proved you that you can’t cut off people’s curiosity. You’re just not strong enough. So you ate alone, and reached the afternoon training late, sorrowed and unmotivated.

Since your two regular partners for training were sulking you, you paired up with Midoriya, who needed help for his frontal attacks. You were strong enough to repulse him sometimes, by putting all your frustration into your fight, and you were agile enough to avoid him when he was too strong. It wasn’t like your usual trainings, but it was instructive in that you were learning new things. And suddenly, just when your sadness has eased a little thanks to work, everything went so fast that you couldn’t understand. First, your eyes caught a familiar vision. Second, your turned your head to see that Katsuki was proudly and fiercely kissing a blushing Eijirou, that wasn’t ashamed to kiss him back. Third, your eyes went wide open, and your mouth in awe.

“… - SMASH !”

Fourth, everything faded away.

Before you open your eyes, you can tell that you’re in a hospital. The smell of disinfectant and the beeping of machines weren’t misleading. And when you opened your eyes, The memories came along with the severe pain. You remember… Izuku, Eijirou, Katsuki… Recovery girl… The hero trainer… The ambulance… The injury, the pain and the cries… The sedative… And then nothing. You got injured during the training, you weren’t paying attention and you received Izuku’s attack you were supposed to block or avoid with full force. If you were a villain, he would have neutralized you, which was the purpose of the training. He isn’t the one to blame, nor are the two who caught your attention. From the very beginning, you were the only culprit. And just when you were thinking of them, you heard Katsuki’s voice grunt behind the curtain that was surrounding your convalescence bed.

“We have to see her ! Oi listen you-”

“We’re in a hospital, quieter !”

“Please, doctor, let us see her. We are so worry, and we need to be by her side when she’ll wake up”

Eijirou’s pleading voice was trying to convince the relentless doctor.

“You’re not her family, I can’t allow you to do so. I am sorry, rules are rules.”

Someone, maybe Sero, intervened.

“C’mon, boys, there’s nothing to do but wait…”

However, they didn’t give up. Kirishima begging and Bakugou threatening almost made you cry. You struggled a bit, but managed to talk with a husky voice.

“Please let them in. They are my boyfriends. Please…”

The curtain was withdrawn in a hurry, and in a split second, the blond and the redhead were by your side.

“Y/N ! How are you feeling ! Is everything okay or are you-

“Don’t ever scare me like this again ! I might lose my mind if you ever-

They won’t let you get a word in edgeways, checking on you and their concerned eyes scanning you. You started crying.

“I am so sorry… I am so sorry that I was stupid enough to hurt you instead of overcoming my fear ! I don’t deserve you, I-”

Eijirou hushed to you, while carefully wrapping his arms around you.

“Shhhh… It’s okay now, sweetheart. We won’t talk about this now, and not anymore. Nothing is more important than seeing you happy and smiling…”

“Besides, all those who were waiting heard you… I am sorry…”

“What a plot twist ! Seriously, don’t be… I am not afraid anymore. Today was horrible, and I got more hurt by the truth then Izuku’s hit. I am not letting anything between us again. I love you, and nothing will stop me from doing so”

Katsuki took your hand in his, squeezing it against his heart and peppering it with kisses. Words aren’t for him, so he lets you know his gratitude in other ways. With a kiss on your forehead, Eijirou concludes.

“If it took you approaching death to realize it, you're more of a dumbass that he calls you so”

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Here is ! Please let me know if you liked it or not, and if you did like it, feel free to share so other people could enjoy it as well :)

@d3nk1x @i-heart-fictional-boys @skywalkerstyles (from which I drew inspiration for the polyrelationship, I totally love your work) @katsukichu @kirislilrock

Maybe I’ll try a real taglist… I just need to figure out how does it work…

[kalims]

Ok so in most of the "fall out of love" x reader fics the fictional character is usually the one that falls out of love. So I came to request the reverse. May I request reader being the one to fall out of love with childe? And they finally confront them about they're feelings. And say "I love you childe, I really do! Just not in the way I used to" along the lines.

💌 — first time writing angst... kinda nervous 🤞😩 ... Anyways, feel pain.

╭┈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄│you realize that true love only stays in tact in fairytails and books

LOVE can be considered as a trivial thing. Most people fantasize about meeting their one and only, perhaps it would be in a beautiful setting. A castle.. A nonle falling in love with a commoner.. An arranged marriage that turns out to be a happiness ever after. There's so much more, yet youth does not know the difficulty in staying strong for someone.

You like childe.

The memory of him leaping out of a nearby tree and relentlessly inflicting heavy damage upon the treasure hunters that we're intent on taking away your belongings were still fresh and imprinted on your mind. Reminiscing about it made your heart flutter despite the painful churn of your stomach. That was the first time you loved, you miss the feeling.

You swore it was love in first sight, why so? Maybe you were too young, too idiotic, too entranced by him to even notice the fact that he murdered a group of people just trying to get by to survive. Why couldn't you notice sooner? Why couldn't you realize that not all fairytales have happy endings..?

You love childe.

His wide charming grin that just seemed to reach your heart and make it run laps inside your chest was too irresistible. Were you too delusional to notice that the dull look in his eyes didn't change nor did it shine when he uttered the words 'I love you'. Perhaps you were too overcomed in happiness and love to realize.

He's so perfect.. Why did you think so? At the age of nineteen, you were still as dumb as a high-school student in love. The second time you loved was the one you regretted the most.

You loved childe.

At the age of twenty one you were no longer hypnotized. That was the last time you loved.

Your heart twisted painfully when his words didn't have the same effect as it did before. Your mind screamed at you. 'End it before it gets out of hand.' You understood. Letting the feelings that were fading away do their thing will only make it harder to leave.

Amidst the gloomy atmosphere, the air seemed to thicken with unspoken tension. The sharp cold weather of the palace seemed to only add with the low temperature.

Your feet shuffled nervously, tartaglia leaned back in his chair with a raise of his brow. Your core hammered inside your chest, fearing the worst. You broke out into a cold sweat while your brain clouded with doubt.

"(Y/N)? What're you doing here? So late too.." Childe mumbled, the sound of his voice alone made your throat clog up in overwhelming emotions. Both positive and negative.

With a slow deep breath, you furrowed your brows before mumbling carefully. "I.. I love you childe, I really do... But just not in the way that I used to.." In a show of shame, your gaze dropped to the floor as you clutched the hem of your clothing in a vice like grip.

His jaw slacked for a second before he releases a laugh brimming in emotion. "I see... I won't stop you from leaving." The words he spoke was barely anything compared to everything he wanted to say.

'I love you, please don't leave'

'Thank you for everything'

There's a lot more things that he hasn't mustered up the courage to do yet, nor was he acceptful enough for him to let it damage his pride.

"Thank you."

You walked away with a heavy heart.

Ajax loves you.

You love him.

But that's just in an another universe, you suppose.

Got hit with the feels. Anyways, feel pain.

[mercuvry]

perfect (angst)

⊰ — listen to: perfect by selena gomez, I wrote this based on that song <3

⊰ — summary: how far will you go to be loved? even if it means you having to change into something perfect?

⊰ — warnings: cheating partner, very, very, very slight suggestive smut?, kinda low self-worth for y/n? (idk how to word it differently but watch out fOR THAT) y/n wanting to be someone else, lotta lowkey/mild angst?

⊰ — author's note: please don’t take this too seriously! this is a work of fiction! I really hope this doesn’t offend anyone by writing this, I’ve always wanted to write a little story based on the lyrics of this song even since I first heard it. please don’t read if you think this would make you uncomfortable! I tried to write this gender neutral but if I use any certain pronouns for y/n, please tell me/bear with me! also, sorry for any typos/weird sounding sentences and for using a lot of commas :)) I hope u enjoy!! you are wonderful just the way you are, please don’t ever forget that <3

"do you love her?” you ask. to your surprise, you say it without your voice cracking. you sound firm, and you’re wondering how that could be when on the inside, you’re breaking.

you shift your eyes to look at him. him. the one you love. the one who you thought loved you. but if he loved you, how could he do this? how could he do this to you? 

you’re both sitting on the bed you shared together. all the late nights staying up together under the covers, just talking until the sun rose up, talking about anything and everything. all the countless times where you just stared into each other’s eyes and in awe of how love you had between you. the times where you both felt comfortable in each other’s arms, taking everything in, letting everything go, letting you both admire each other in ways only lovers admire. lovers, huh.

mark doesn’t look back at you, although you’re sure he could feel your eyes on him. he stares off into space, slowly rubbing his hands together.

it felt like an eternity, until he finally answered you.

you already knew the answer, so why did you even ask?

you felt something different when he didn’t say his usual greeting to you in the mornings.

“good morning beautiful,” he would say when you have just woken up, still having bed head and morning breath. he would then kiss your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose, then planting a passionate, yet quick kiss on your lips would usually follow.

but he had stopped doing that. that’s when you noticed something was wrong.

you kept on thinking you had done something. sure, you would have little fights about stupid things. why didn’t you clean up after yourself? why didn’t you do the dishes like I told you to do? things like that. but, then you both stopped having fights like that.

he began to become distant. therefore, there was nothing to fight about.

you thought maybe you weren't showing enough affection for him like he would for you. you tried to be more loving, more romantic. buying him things. hugging him more. giving him unexpected pecks on the cheeks, you knew he loved those. you used to do that to him all the time and he would always blush, smile real big and tackle you to give you more kisses. but, he soon got tired of you kissing him all the time and he told you to stop. other times he wouldn't say anything at all. he would just ignore you.

you both would ask how was each other’s days. him always being the first one to ask you, not that you didn’t want to ask him, but when he came home from practice the first thing he would do is hug and kiss you, then ask how your day went. he would always have a smile on his face when he asked. would always have a smile on his face when he saw you run to him when he opened the door. when he waited for you to jump in his arms and spin you around. if anyone else could see those greetings, they would think you missed each other because he was gone for a couple months, not a couple of hours.

he would tell you every single detail of how his day went, even the unimportant ones. “the water in the practice room was warm today,” or “jisung was being really cute today.” but when he had come home, when you already knew something was wrong, he never held out his arms to greet you. his smile would be replaced with a frown. not an angry or sad frown, but just a normal frown. like he wasn’t that excited to see you. like there was something more important on his mind. it killed you not knowing what it was.

then you began to encounter things that would deepen the doubt you had. first, it was the words he would say at night when he would be sleeping. the name of a woman you don't remember him mentioning of ever knowing. saying things about her that he used to only say about you. then it was the smell. the feminine, floral scent on his clothes and on his skin. the scent that you did not wear. the scent you began to hate.

until you began to wonder, what it is about this new infatuation that made him turn away from you? you listened to him at night, smelled his clothes, and began pondering over what she did to him to make him fall for her. what do you do different that doesn't make him lust after you?

you wonder how she touches him, his body, and his heart and if you could do it too. you wonder how she laughs and how she makes him laugh. oh, how her laugh must be like to have it curving off her back for him. you even wonder to the point of you, yourself, whispering her name in your sleep. dreaming of how you could be like her. dreaming of how beautiful she must be. dreaming of how perfect she must be.

you sharply inhaled. that one word makes your heart drop down to your stomach, immediately feeling the sharp pain that felt like it was in your throat as you try and hold back your tears that were already falling.

you already knew the answer. what made you think he would say anything different?

out of the corner of your eye, you see mark get off the bed, lifting up his hand as if he was going to say something, but doesn't. instead he just shakes his head and walks out of the former room you two shared.

you get up and follow him out of the room and towards the front door where he was heading. you wanted to say something to him, anything, but before you could you now see the boxes by the door which you hadn't before. boxes filled with his clothes and his personal things. the boxes that would be, no doubt, going to her place. the perfect one that you both dreamt of.

the sight of those boxes made the words you wanted to say no longer on the tip of your tongue or in your head. your brain now replaces the words with the gorgeous made up face you think his current lover wears. that perfect face.

he bent down to lift one of the boxes and put it onto another, picked those two up and open the front door. he leaves the door open as you do nothing and just watch him walk down your front lawn, opening the trunk to his car and putting his boxes in. he then walks back up to your door and does the same thing, never looking back or up at you. never saying a word.

eventually he picks up the last box, the tears you once shed are beginning to dry down your neck, he almost walks through the doorway before he stops for a few seconds and turns to the side. not fully facing you nor the outside world and looks at the wooden doorway. secretly wondering if he's really doing this, if he's really in control or just on autopilot. he tries to think what to say or if he should anything. but is there any words that would comfort you from what he's doing to you?

from what feels like forever, mark finally looks at you and you just stare at his box. the last box that holds the last of his stuff in your house. the last thing that's keeping him there. you want to start begging on your knees for him to stay, to say that you'll be like her, that you'll act like her if only he stays. the other half of you wanting to kick the box out of his hands and make him tell you who she is. however, the only thing you do is stand there, the only thing your body lets you do.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out. he looks at you for a moment longer and then he finally leaves and closes the door. closing the door to the house you shared together, to the life you had together, to the love you had for one another, and to you; the one soul who he was supposed to love for the rest of his life until he found another, perfect one to care for.

[sea-m0nster]

ABOUT

Hai! Mun’s name is Lago or Lake, I'm 21 and I am. dubiously. I might exist. my pronouns are none of my problem, have fun figuring out. I don't know what people want in these but the important bits are:

English is not my first language (it's porch of geese) and I don’t care much for what I sound or write like. I suck at words and talking for extended amounts of time, I'm not particularly good at writing, my grammar is faulty and I don't care that much! Learned english through vidya games and memes and all that jazz. If i mess up, my bad. Feel free to correct me.

I’m brazilian and so are my characters canonically! All of them speak portuguese if you'd like to start a thread in that language instead or have them bond over it.

I'm very busy 80% of the time. If I'm here I'm probably procrastinating somehow lmao

I'm very friendly, talk to me about bones, boats and animals!

You can ask for my discord if you'd like to talk.

The main Character of this blog is The Armourer. Alien. Science dude, armsman for the empire, loves children, nerd shit and video games, loves cosplaying, building things and being nice. Finds human culture funny. Genuinely just a nice and wholesome man. Has issues. Several hundreds of years old.

Pronouns are HE/HIM.

HE’S THE 0NE THAT 0FTEN S0UNDS LIKE THIS IF HE’S TALKING N0RMALLY AT PE0PLE, but also l1ke th1s 1f he’s try1ng to be c1v1l or 1s typ1ng through a computer. no emotes but "pol1te l1ttle f1sh" (<<><) EITHER ALL CAPS or no caps at all.

Most recurrent Side Character is Bentiv, the puppeteer. Scary tall clown alien, girlboss. Chucklevoodoo professional, conwoman, spy for whoever sounds more fun, doctor and commiter of atrocities on her spare time. She’s chaotic evil and I REALLY do mean it. Hundreds of sweeps old. AKA Peepy. Also several of hundred years old. Cougar btw. Fyi.

Pronouns are SHE/HER.

she may encase her dialogs with brackets sometimes, and can take on several different quirks, including armourer’s as she sometimes controls him. sometimes she blogs and messages as him. It's easy to catch her if you look at some cues though.

[her OWN text3 look3 like thi3. u3e3 clown emote3 from time to time :o) .]

I’m usually very open about literally everything that goes on my blog, but here’s some quick RULES and things to keep in mind:

If you wanna talk about anything, you can just message me privately @ any of my blogs (here or @honsebeasts)

Open for shipping! we gotta talk though.

Open for non mutuals, but tbh i follow back almost everybody immediately.

DMs open icly.

I'm picky about M!As, but feel free to send any!

Gifts are welcome.

NSFW comments towards the characters are allowed. They will react accordingly.

OCs and Canons both WELCOME for any fandom. Feel free to interact.

Keep IC out of OOC. I, the mun, am a real human person with feelings, and an extremely shy one at that. Please don’t be rude at me if you have no reason to be. I don’t endorse the things my characters do. Also don't interact with Bentiv specifically if you don't like characters that are genuinely bad people.

Open for plot. Any and all plot. I love plotting!!!

I’m very forgetful. Feel free to remind me of a thread, i’ll be thankful.

I’m an android mobile dweller. My tags are simple, i try to make things navegable for myself mostly and other mobile people. I tag pictures #1mages. and ooc content #((ooc

I don’t tag IC content. You can tell who is talking by their quirk.

I'm not an organized person.

As a rule of thumb, I am not willing to ACTUALLY RP NSFW. I’m a “fade to black” person, we can happily discuss what went down, but I don’t RP or write it.

DON'T BE MEAN TO ME about these characters ooc. I don’t care nor do i want to know if you don’t like them! If you don't like me or my characters simply don't interact.

Message me if you need anything tagged. I’m forgetful, but i’ll try my best.

I like dark fiction and i love to write angst, violence and whump. If this makes you uncomfortable, don't interact or don't bring it up. This blog is pretty sfw and tame because Armourer is just a nice guy. But sometimes things happen when i feel like it.

I can't stress how much I'm extremely out of touch with stuff. If you see any issues with anything I'm doing or someone I'm interacting with, message me. I actually don't publicly take part of drama and discourse. I actively avoid that stuff.

I block and unfollow deliberately. This goes both for tags and people that make me (the MUN) uncomfortable. if something becomes too much or gets upsetting on my dash i simply hit the bricks. I perform the flawless emancipate and evacuate approach. Block and dip.