#This is actually not my fault someone else put these ideas in my head ok

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DP as in dick and pit the way the cobras would pound Johnny till he cried and shove his face in their sweaty arm pits

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Ok but like picture this:

CW is the personification of time, hes a time god, so while he can stop time, speed up, slow down, he isnt always consciously aware of the speed of time. BUT, lets think of time as a part of him. So, when he likes people, wants them to succeed, even peripherally, time seems to be in their favor.

People often say oh time flies when you’re having fun and drags when you’re not. What if this were actually true. CW isnt always focusing on the people he likes, but time is him so it also favors these people. They will always just make it to class right before the bell or save someone just in time, an attack will be a second too slow.

For danny, however, CW is basically a grandfather. CW loves danny. So time is like an eager puppy that wants to please him. If hes having fun with his friends and thinks, i wish it could always be like this, time fucking dilates for him, it really does go slower. When hes bored time speeds up just a little bit.

That was a long ass lead up to my fic idea but anywayss. Imagine danny gets old, time passes, but not really for him. Its probably a mix of being a ghost and CW being his grandfather, but hes stopped aging at some point. He loses his sense of time. When its always stopping and starting and speeding along and slowing down, it tends to lose some of its meaning. So he lives and lives until one day he realizes the world has completely changed around him. He’s become something of a homebody, staying in his home for months at a time, imaging the stars, recording star maps, generally enjoying his life.

Theres a knock at the door. More of a thud, really, and when he goes to check it out, he finds a man- a man bat? -slumped against his door. He’s baffled. But the man- man bat? -is injured, so he brings him in.

He tries to take the armor off, before giving up it just phasing it off of the guy. Not all of it, he leaves the cowl over the top of the face and the underclothes stay put, he’s not disrespectful, thanks you very much. He does what he can to patch the guy up. Its much easier to do on someone else rather than himself. The man bat guy doesn’t seem to be badly injured, a broken ankle, a fractured wrist and bruised ribs, but what really seems to have taken him out is a bad concussion, he guesses, judging by the fat ugly knot on top of the dudes head.

It is no matter, he thinks, he will just have to stay here and recover. And so danny drifts off, to put some food aside for his unexpected guest and to get back to work.

He genuinely forgets about the guy until he hears a thump. Trying to sneak out, the man bat has fallen. Now, normally, theres no way in hell Batman would have fallen. But when he’s seeing in quadruple and his head pounds with every beat of his heart, he can probably forgive himself for this little mistake. Maybe.

Danny floats on up to him.

Wait

Y am i writing this all out lol. I was just gonna outline my idea and dip 😭.

Basically, he helps bats recover, but finds he really likes hanging out with him. So time comes into play and slows down, just for them. When bruce is finally healed and can reach out to someone, the world has changed again. Shit went down in gotham. The city has changed. He doesnt understand at first. Its not really wirher of their faults, but hes- he doesnt know how he feels, sad, mad, frustrated, at a loss. He feels it all, in great detail, and it weighs heavily on him. But well, hes made friends with danny in the years- years???!! - hes been with danny. He goes back. They make up and stay together til bruce succumbs to old age bc he isnt the same as danny. Nvr was and wasnt going to be but at least they could enjoy their time together. The end.

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ok so since people didn’t cut my head off for my unpopular opinions i’m gonna expand on the second one. so for people in the gilmore girls fandom it’s pretty much the general opinion that luke is a saint for taking jess in and that jess screwed things up and that it’s his fault luke kicked him out. ”he got himself kicked out”. even people who like jess seem to think this is fair. so as someone who watches gilmore girls mostly for jess i have a different perspective that i’ve never actually vocalized but i figured maybe this little corner of the internet wouldn’t hate me for this, as long as it doesn’t make it out of here.

so i also first of all think that the fact that jess has to work at luke’s and graduate in order to stay there is a bit sad. like everyone around him his age has somewhere they can stay without conditions, and people wonder why he’s the only one worried about making money. and yes, it’s a fine idea in theory, he has to change his ways if he wants to stay with luke bc that’s the point of him being there, sure, but luke could stand to NOT always bring it up to jess during fights that can’t stay with him if he violates the conditions.

bc the thing is that luke very clearly makes it known that he doesn’t want jess there and that the whole situation is kind of a pain in his ass that he’s doing out of obligation. a minor is entitled to a place to stay where they can be an asshole unconditionally, actually, and they shouldn’t have to be constantly grateful to have that. and if luke didn’t want to fully commit and be that place, he should have said no to taking jess in. you don’t get to get all the praise for doing a good deed and then get all pissy about actually following through with it.

like i know luke and jess aren’t the main characters and that their scenes and dynamic are for comedy. but then they play off jess leaving as serious so i should be allowed to analyze their scenes seriously. and my conclusion is… luke is not that nice to jess LOL. like i can’t think of a single scene where he responds to him in any other manner than pissed off or annoyed. he never stops treating him like a bad kid. we know luke cares about jess but does jess have any reason to believe that? or does he think this is all for liz? like i know their scenes are jokes but for someone who complains so much about what a difficult person jess is to connect with, i think luke missed a lot of moments to do it.

luke taking jess in in general is nice, YES, but i’m not talking about just good intentions here. and i know that it was a very good intention but i, again, just super dislike the whole ”you wouldn’t have anywhere to stay if it wasn’t for me, so watch it”-attitude. even in season 4 luke basically said that jess had to come to liz’ wedding because he was there for him when no one else was. and i think that’s a shitty thing to say to someone who deserved more. i know luke didn’t have to do it bc he’s not his parent and that’s why people forgive him and not liz, who is his parent and did have to do it. but i think luke agreed to be jess’ parent and if he didn’t want to, he could have said no to his sister for once in his life. anyways, i think i’ve made my point.

also, i love you luke, my world just revolves around your nephew. i know i’m putting a lot of unrealistic expectations on a guy who’s pretty emotionally constipated. and he did come through with the big things, like giving jess money in sesson 4. but i’m talking about the little things that could have made even more of a difference. just don’t get it twisted ok, luke and jess’ relationship is my fave on the show, i may like it even more than rory and jess’, but when i enjoy something i analyze it. so don’t think i don’t love them, because i do! i just want to squash the idea that luke did everything he could but that jess ultimately was too difficult, because i disagree with that.

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What if...?

Fem!Reader angst, purely self-indulgent, probably ooc Simon

You've done this before... numerous times actually; getting into your head too much, being stuck in a mind loop, making a mountain out of a molehill and start an argument out of nowhere, but you dread that day... the thought alone makes you dizzy and nauseous. Although he had tried to reassure you countless times but still you haven't been fully convinced, still feeling not good enough and undeserving of his love... a love so pure, beautiful and passionate it feels like a dream. You still had not been successful to defeat the dark part of your mind that makes up these fucked up scenarios. What if he finds someone else? Someone more patient, present and mentally stable? Someone who’s willing to give him anything and everything he desires? "I'm worried, Simon. Worried that you'll resent me when we're older and it's just the two of us." "Love, don't you think that's enough? Just us? Because for me it is. We don't have to have children to fulfill our love." His words start to calm your racing mind a bit, but the dark thoughts start to run through your head again. As you try to process it all, gather your thoughts and think about what to say next, he takes your hand in his gently rubbing your knuckles and leaning in to give you a tender kiss on your cheek. After some time passes you break the silence "I know but wha- ... what if you regret it? What if-" fuck it’s starting again... your head hurts from thinking too much "What if you find someone else? Someone who-" he cuts you off starting to get a bit irritated "Someone else? Never! Please... bloody fuckin hell!” he lets out a loud sigh and gets up from the sofa and stands there pinching the bridge of his nose “How could you even say that? Love, please don't let these thoughts get to you. We've been through this a thousand fuckin’ times. You're the only one for me. And I would never force you to do anything that you don't want or put your life at risk. What kind of man would I be if I did that? Why should I even say this? It should be obvious, right? I just don't know why you wouldn't believe me!" His voice is getting louder by each sentence and tears start to well up in your eyes and soon after, you’re crying "I believe you, Si. I'm so sorry. I don't mean to upset you. It's just that- that these fucked up thoughts never really leave me alone, no matter how much I try, I just can't escape." You manage to get out the words through your sobs. He feels guilty now... and helpless. You're sobbing right in front of him... because of him. It’s all his fault. He should've been more patient and understaning. "It’s ok, love. I didn't mean to get angry. I'm so sorry. Please... what can I do?" He gives you a bone crushing hug and rocks you back and forth to calm you down. You take deep breaths and he pulls away slightly when he feels your racing heart calm down. He looks at you with glossy eyes, guilt and a thousand apologies evident in them. "Whenever you start getting these thoughts again just tell me, ok? Don't let it get to that point where you get stuck." "Ok, Si. I promise I will try but it won't be easy. It just takes some time for me to come to my senses after those thoughts strike my mind." "I'm right here whenever you need me. You don't have to go through this alone. We can even get help from some professionals if you want." "Yeah, that’s a good idea. Thank you, Si." He gently kisses your forehead and slowly pulls you into his arms again "I love you" "I love you too, Si."

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

[stories-from-the-shaded-moon]

Detention

I swear that this is still LU. It’s just a modern au

But um…yeah here you go

“I definitely have a Hatsune Miku cosplay.”

“Ok, but me too?!” The lunch table laughed. “I wore it for Halloween one year. I can still fit it.”

“I’m not surprised about you, Wild, but Legend? I would not have expected that from you.” The shortest student commented.

“I wore that shit with pride!” The student with dyed pink hair announced, scribbling on his homework.

“Language boys.” Everyone groaned. So, maybe getting into a…physical altercation with the big guy wasn’t the smartest idea on their part, HOWEVER, the guy was talking mad shit to Wind. It was Warriors who swung first anyway.

“Mr. Lon, I beg the question,” Warriors started. “Why is it us who are being detained?”

“It’s simple really. You swung first. It’s policy.”

Wild blew a raspberry at no one. Everyone else groaned.

“But he-“

Mr. Lon let out a chuckle. “I know what he did. It’s one of the reasons why I didn’t give you the essay.” Mr. Lon tapped on his desk.

The classroom quieted down only for a second. “What?!” Legend stood from his seat. “You mean to tell me that I was doing homework all of this time for nothing?”

“I won’t say that it was for nothing. Homework is still important.”

Four leaned back in his seat. “So that’s why Twilight and Sky were so relieved, huh?”

There was a smile on Twilight’s face as he looked back at Four. “You see, none of you guys have had Mr. Lon as a teacher! The guy actually listens to his students!” Sky nodded, his phone in hand.

“I take pride in understanding my students’ situations. Wind is an upcoming freshman and, therefore, comes to my class every once in a while. I have no idea what stuff that other boy was saying about Wind, but I also have no idea why a senior is so intimidated by a mere 8th grader.” Mr. Lon chuckled again. “Seniors get so scared when they see potential in an underclassmen, it’s honestly hilarious.”

“So…” Warriors tapped on his own desk. “we’re not in trouble?”

Mr. Lon hummed. “I believe that you are the only one here that will actually have to speak to the principal. That’s another thing, never swing first or everything will be viewed as it being your fault.” Mr. Lon nodded at his own words. “Admin is more likely to side with the person that took the hit than the person who threw it.”

Warriors banged his head on his desk three times. “My mom’s going to fucking kill me…”

“Well, maybe your mom won’t be too mad. I mean, the guy was talking shit about your little brother. I think that’s an okay reason to punch the shit outta someone.” Wild added.

Mr. Lon sighed. “Aside from all of the vulgar language in those sentences, I say that what you say is wrong…sort of.” Mr. Lon stood up, starting to walk around the room. Sky took out his earbuds and put his phone away. “You see, I understand why you hit the guy. Protecting your family should be a top priority no matter what, but I’m sure that there was a better way to handle the situation. Do tell, what is it that he said about Wind?”

The seven detained students looked at each other, then at Legend. He was the Teller of the group. If someone wanted to be let in on something, Legend always got straight to the point.

“He said that if he ever saw Wind, that he would-“ Legend cleared his throat. “Effectively silence him.”

Mr. Lon’s eyebrows shot up, his expression overtaken by surprise for only a second. Then, he cleared his throat, turning away from the boys. “And everyone else got in trouble for recording the fight?”

“Yes sir.” Sky answered.

“Effectively silence? How exactly did he say that?” Mr. Lon asked.

“He said that he would show up at my house with a weapon and kill him while he was by himself. He comes home first and I was just-“ Warriors was cut off.

“Who has the clearest video?”

The seven students traded glances before the quietest one raised his hand. “I do.” Hyrule giggled.

Mr. Lon was at Hyrule’s side in seconds, as were the other six. Hyrule hit play and the video was as clear as day.

The video started while in the middle of the argument between Ganondorf Jr. and…Sky?

“Yeah, I may have taken the fall for Sky, but it should’ve been me who hit first.” Warriors explained.

“Me and Ganondorf’s dad have had it out before. His son wasn’t doing any work from my class and he expected me to pass him anyway. Like hell.” Mr. Lon said. Hyrule paused the video and everyone turned to Mr. Lon.

“Are you saying that he…” Legend spoke. “GJ was not held back!” The seven students started to snicker, trying to hide their laughter.

“From what I heard, his freshman year was a rude awakening for him. He is still in Mr. Rauru’s Math class…” Mr. Lon said, tapping the resume button on Hyrule’s video.

Suddenly, a bell rang throughout the classroom. The seven students found themselves groaning.

“No-“ Wild whined. “I actually liked it here…”

Twilight giggled. “Cheer up, you might have Mr. Lon next year!”

“You might.” Mr. Lon winked, pushing a slight shove into Twilight, who returned the shrug. Mr. Lon stood at the door to his room. “If anyone asks what we were doing in here, tell them that I was helping y’all with homework.” He said that they all walked out.

By the end of that two hour period, Mr. Lon had gotten seven high fives and he would be telling his wife about all of them.

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MHA!Winx

Just random thoughts, that need to be shared so they will stop spinning around in my head!

The “Incident” where Katsuki uses Magic for the first time: so, ok. I think my base idea is that, either Hisashi is straight up dead, or in a coma, right? I actually think I’m leaning more towards coma, cause. ok, so like, neither Izuku or Katsuki really remember the Incident that well. They were, like, five, and Katsuki is subconsciously repressing that shit. But while I think I talked about how the event is effecting Katsuki, even if she can’t remember it, I don’t think I mentioned how it affects Izuku? Which is, this is the incident that starts his interest (his obsession) with magic being real. I mean, HOW ELSE would you explain an explosion that left Katsuki and Izuku completely untouched? So, Izuku thinks his dad is in a magic coma, and part of him being obsessed with magic is him looking for a way to wake him up. Katsuki is outwardly “ok, that’s stupid, magic isn’t real, that will never work”, while somewhere internally she’s like “no, he SHOULDN’T wake up, he’ll just hurt you again”, but also, “if he wakes up, what if he remembers, will he tell Izuku, Izuku will know what I did and hate me, HE CAN NEVER FIND OUT”.

Also, side note, how Inko’s handling this. I’d put Hisashi and Inko’s relationship as … Like, they clearly loved each other at some point. They got married. They agreed to adopt Izuku. But I think somewhere in there, things started to get really toxic. This is based on … semi-personal experience? (It didn’t happen to me, but I watched it happen to someone close) But adopting Izuku was sort of the cause of the downturn, cause I characterize any Bad!Hisashi as pretty self-absorbed and a bit narcissistic, so he doesn’t handle it well when he no longer has Inko’s undivided attention. Which, like. Buddy, you adopted a small child, of COURSE your wife is gonna be paying the kid a lot of attention, especially if YOU AREN’T. Like, I’d have a weird background of Izuku and Katsuki’s early childhood, is Mitsuki and Masaru trying (with varying degrees of gentleness and intensity) to convince Inko that she and Hisashi need counselling. Like, clearly something is going on, you guys should talk to someone. Ok, maybe you two should just take a break. Alright, he SLAPPED you, either you divorce his ass, or he forfeits all his rights to life to Mitsuki.

Like, I think I’d have Inko, she would have seriously been considering divorce when the Incident happens and like. Now her husband is in a coma, and Inko has NO IDEA how to feel. Like, she still loves him. Maybe they could have worked it out, but now she doesn’t know. Will she ever? I can see her sort of romanticizing Hisashi to Izuku a bit, to try and soften whats happened (plus, she doesn’t want to sour Izuku’s memories of his dad!).

(For the record, Hisashi would never have turned violent on Izuku before, this would be the first, and only, instance. Inko has no idea the reason all that shit happened was cause Katsuki was protecting Izuku FROM him. If she had, she would have signed for divorce immediately, turned guardianship of Hisashi’s comatose body to his family, and never bothered to stay in contact.)So, all this feeds into a very tenuous situation, that’s primed to go off the moment anyone finds out what actually happened. And, I have this half-baked thought of, like. AfO finds out what happened. How, no idea, but he does. So, this is A half-way point, where Katsuki is struggling to figure out why her magic is so “Go Big Or Go Die!”, and somehow Katsuki and Izuku end up in a place that shows them memories. A place AfO can kind of reach from his magic prison, and he uses this connection to “alter” the memory shown, so it looks like Katsuki and Izuku were fighting, Hisashi tried to get in the way, and Katsuki blew him up. So, now they both think Hisashi’s coma is Katsuki’s fault, and Izuku is struggling with, “ok, we were kids, this clearly wasn’t on purpose”, while Katsuki is like “oh, I’m a terrible human being”. And we’d have struggles, and angst, and maybe AfO figures out how to possess Hisashi’s body from his mirror prison, or his body gets possessed by another of AfO’s followers, and then we have a recreation of the scene of Hisashi trying to hurt/kill Izuku, and Katsuki jumps in to save him, blows Hisashi sky high. And this causes both of them to remember what ACTUALLY happened.

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Ok, so, adjusting Tenko to be Izuku’s age makes the most sense. Other thing, his magical core. I think I’d make it so both Tenko and AfO have, like, an affinity for Destruction Magic. And like, it isn’t inherently “Evil” magic or anything, but AfO is still very “I want to be the Ultimate Bad Guy!”. Like, Demon Thief, All For One.

Also, Mimi had a suggestion for One For All. AfO is, here, a guy who figured out immortality and a bunch of other shit which means he isn’t really a “human” anymore. One For All is a secret society started by AfO’s brother, to recruit people to fight against him. All Might is the latest in their line of those who hold the “One For All” title, meant to be held by their best hope for kicking AfO’s ass. Gran Torino is also a member of One For All.

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Oh see I was thinking that everyone knows /except/ Katsuki re: the ‘not actually killing Hisashi’.

Like he def has to go to the hospital, but he’s still okay-ish and recoverable. Like I don’t want to traumatize the baby too bad and have her actually kill a man but like. Her actions are /enough/ for her to realize she could’ve if things had gone just a little more wrong.

And while Katsuki doesn’t really know what she did, she knows she did something. And Izuku is aware of that too, but like. Is trying to defend her and explain what happened because he doesn’t want Katsuki to get in trouble. So while none of the adults know what /really/ happened re: Magic, they know that Katsuki was defending Izuku from whatever Hisashi was doing. And yeah in the aftermath Hisashi would be blaming the kids and everyone’s like ‘you really thing two five year olds managed to explode an apartment?!’. So this is a final wakeup call for Inko to get a divorce. 

But like. No one.... really.... explains the nuances of the situation to Izuku and Katsuki. Because they’re like 5. So from Katsuki’s perspective, she did something that very nearly killed a man, and then suddenly Izuku’s parents are getting divorced. So she feels like that’s her fault. Sure adults say it’s not her fault, but they don’t go into things because again she’s like 5 and she thinks that it’s just because they don’t believe that she could hurt someone like that. Then as time goes on everyone else just moves on and never gives the more nuanced explanation even when the kids are old enough to comprehend said nuance, and everyone thinks that Katsuki is fine because ofc she never expresses any of the ‘oh god I could’ve killed him!’ trauma, even actively repressing any details.

And then yeah later it all comes out and.... oof.

We could still have the AfO fucking with altered memories by leaning in to Katsuki’s perspective and lack of solid memory

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What if Midoriya was hit by a quirk erasing bullet?

I desperately need someone to write this. It’s been swimming around in my head, but I know my talents, and creative writing isn’t one of them, so I’m putting it up here:

Give me a fic where Midoriya gets hit by a quirk erasing bullet.

Because here’s the thing – Midoriya’s whole life and purpose is heroics. But until he miraculously received One-for-All, literally no-one believed he could ever be a hero, and there’s a good chance Midoriya didn’t really believe he could do it either. We all know that a quirk isn’t what makes Midoriya a hero. But in the mind of child whose life was hell until he got a quirk, you can’t convince me that the only reason Midoriya thinks he has value and purpose and friends now is because of said quirk (afterall, it’s the only variable that’s changed right? He’s still the same he’s been his whole life when he was bullied and was friendless, things only got better when he got a quirk, so obviously the quirk is the only thing that actually matters (not Midoriya, not really, but that's ok. He'll do anything to be a hero, and one day he'll pass the quirk on to someone who was actually born to be a hero and didn't luck into it like he did).

But the quirk, the magic cure that fixed everything wrong with his life is gone. Not only that, All Might himself intrusted him with this quirk and he lost it (there will be no tenth user. One-for-all is gone and it’s Midoriya’s fault. He can't look All Might in the face anymore. He should have chosen Mirio as his successor). And suddenly all that growth and confidence and happiness he’s gained since he got into UA is gone because the quirk is gone (that’s the only reason anything changed, why anyone cared and now it’s gone) and now things will go back to the way they were and he can’t live like that, not again not when he knows how good it can be. (But it’s all his fault anyway, he has never been anything but useless, even if it was nice to pretend for a while that he wasn't).

Give me an Aizawa Shouta who is doing everything he can to try and support his Problem Child, but unwittingly making it worse, because no-one told him that Midoriya grew up Quirkless. He tells him to take time, pulls him from hero training (because he knows Midoriya, knows a lack of a quirk won’t stop him throwing himself in danger, but Midoriya’s eyes have been so dead since he lost his quirk and Aizawa is worried, and his Problem Child needs to heal). Midoriya attends the mandated counselling sessions. He doesn’t tell the therapist that he knows she’s reading word-for-word from resources for supporting quirkless children. He knows it’s word-for-word because he’s memorised practically every resource on quirklessness since he was diagnosed (they’re all bullshit). The therapist tells him that being Quirkless isn’t the end. Midoriya smiles and nods and swallows the scream that she has no idea what it’s actually like (The words taste like poison. That’s ok, he’s not sure he’s really alive anymore anyway). Mirio tries to cheer him up by saying it's not that bad. Midoriya doesn't have the heart to tell him the truth (or maybe Mirio will be fine. Maybe quirklessness isn't the problem, maybe the problem has always been Midoriya).

Give me a Katsuki Bakugou who has grown and matured and realised that the way he treated Izuku, the way others let him treat Izuku wasn’t right. He hadn’t noticed just how much better and happier Midoriya had become at UA until suddenly Midoriya is acting like he used to at Aldera and it’s so wrong. (Kacchan calls him Deku and Midoriya goes still and small and don’t antagonise him, don’t draw his attention. He calls him Izuku after that and somehow that’s so much worse).

Give me a Midoriya whose dreams have been crushed because he’s not a naïve 14 year-old anymore. He’s seen how hard it is to be a hero and everyone was right. You can’t do that quirkless (and if they were right about that, well they were probably right about everything else weren’t they? Jump off the roof and see if you get a quirk in the next life). Give me a Bakugou that pulls Midoriya aside and tells him you’re wrong, you are a hero, you were always a hero and you’re going to let something as small as a bullet stop you? and You’re going to be at the top right along with me Deku. And Midoriya is furious at first because the last thing he ever wanted was Bakugou’s pity (Fuck you shitty Deku, you think I’m saying this to make you feel better?! I’m saying it because it’s fucking true, and you ain’t gonna hear me say it ever fucking again).

And really that’s all he’s ever needed isn’t it? Someone who really, truly believes he can do this (Kacchan believes in him. That’s more than enough for him to believe in himself too).

Midoriya pulls out every Hero Analysis for the Future book, every half-sketched thought or design on how he could be a Quirkless hero and he runs with it (Hatsume is over the moon with all the new ideas for her babies and what better way to secure her name in the history books than her gear seeing a quirkless hero to the top?). Midoriya shows up to hero training with an arsenal on his back and fire in his eyes, and Aizawa grins like a devil at the sight because there’s that spark he was so worried had disappeared along with the quirk (Midoriya is worried that Aizawa will tell him no. Aizawa proceeds to identify every potential issue and weakness with Midoriya’s new ensemble and recommends solutions and offers training for his new style going forward. He knows a thing or two about fighting quirkless). Midoriya hasn’t cried since he lost One-for-All. He cries when Aizawa makes it clear that he still thinks Midoriya has potential.

And here’s the thing. When he wasn’t dealing with the latest villain attack, Midoriya had poured every ounce of his time, energy and training into controlling One-for-All. (What was the point in developing anything else? Everyone made it abundantly clear that quirks were what made a hero). But he knows that being a quirkless hero will be hard and so he throws everything at it. No-one who knew Midoriya would think he was stupid. But ever since All Might had given him his chance, he had been prioritising brawn over brain. Everyone is about to learn how terrifyingly brilliant he can be when the brains come first (Nedzu is thrilled. He is also very, very, glad that Midoriya is so unfailingly good. Villains have been made from far less and Midoriya would make a very dangerous villain).

Maybe the quirk erasing bullet is permanent. Maybe it isn’t. In the end it doesn’t matter. Midoriya will be a hero.

[doorsclosingslowly]

1, 7, 19, 25!

Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic. Hm idk I try not to repeat myself too much because I have so so many WIPs to work on. Probably the blorbo du jour with a strong narrative voice and selective perception is suffering due to something that's probably their fault, but someone manages to empathise with him and that doesn't solve the problems it still means something that they don't see blorbo as scum. Either that or a discord shitpost discussion about sex that got way out of hand and now "glove fingering uti" has sprouted feelings

Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. (not going too far back bc I'll only be depressed I havent written much this year

Lexicographers were all liars. They put words into the dictionary for things that did not exist, such as “joy” and “calm” and “sleep”. Most emotions were invented, presumably for some malign plot specifically targeting Gríma and obviously connected to stealing his job. What else could they steal from Gríma, after all? He had nothing, not even dignity. Not since Saruman had taken over the department. He’d been so friendly to Gríma before Théoden’s illness and retirement. He’d commiserated about Gríma needing to take over some of the Department Head duties on top of his actual job, just because Théoden was less and less capable.

I just think I really nailed the vibe of a guy who's annoying and self-centred but also genuinely honestly miserable. (this is the catfishing AU, which kinda takes place after Saruman successfully and with Gríma's help conquered Rohan/the art department of a university and then that didn't improve Gríma's ennui at all somehow, in fact life is even worse)

Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse? I have an insatiable need to tell myself stories when I don't have anything to do & huge trouble falling asleep. I would make up shit about anything but if I do it about blorbos, I also get to talk about them

What do you look for in a beta? I've never *looked for* a beta specifically bc I'm very scared of bothering people, but I've shouted into the void in case anyone was interested in betaing my work and I've been super happy about working with Alyssa, Ro, Rumpel and Daro on various stories. My biggest needs are probably for someone to judge whether it all makes sense, bc to me a lot of mental jumps make sense that may confuse someone not trapped in my brain, leaving my third person present and nonstandard english phrasings intact, bc that's on purpose I'm not trying to win a grammar prize I'm trying to turn thought processes into text, and also just generally being a person I know and trust. Trust to put in the effort to understand and to be interested in where I want to take an idea and not where they would like to take it. And also especially I have to trust that I'm not forcing said beta to read something they hate, that they would tell me they want to stop and not force themselves to keep going, bc I've worked on myself enough to be ok with publishing a flop fic now but I'm very scared of making someone do something they hate

Thank you!!!!

[assassyart]

is it ok for me ask what your take on jatchet but as parents are? I made a ship child for em and I'm curious on your opinion on if Ratchet and Jak became parents

Oh sure! Sounds fun!

I'll admit, I kinda just ran with the idea of how both would individually act as a parent not necessarily parents together, but it still works shippy-wise, too!

Jak and Ratchet both love kids, but playing hero with some children and having to take care of a kid are two different things.

For starters, Jak has way more experience with parents than Ratchet does. Whether that was good parenting though...well...I guess that's up to you. 💀 Jak was raised by Samos and got to meet his actual dad, while the closest thing Ratchet's had to a father figure was Azimuth, and that...uh...yeah, didn't end well.

I think keeping this in mind is important, because Ratchet and Jak's backstories are very different and this would drastically impact how they would react to the challenge of raising a kid of their own. As a kid, Jak was reckless, stubborn, and never listened. He had an itch for adventure and that ended up only getting him into trouble. He's very aware of that now, and while he does look back on it fondly, I do not think he'd feel the same when faced with a kid that potentially acts the same way as he did. I think he'd end up subconsciously drawing inspiration from Damas and Samos. ("Oh my god I sound like Samos, what have I become" would definitely be something he says at some point.)

He'd likely become overprotective, especially knowing that he's got a lot of enemies that might try to target his kid. He would do or kill anything to protect his kid, even at the cost of not being home as much. That said, I think he'd do everything he could to be actively in the kid's life, especially since he was cheated of spending more time with Damas and would've given anything to spend more time with him.

Moving on to the lombaxy boy, Ratchet's childhood was filled with a whole lot of nothing. He was alone for most of his childhood until meeting Clank. As a kid that never got to leave Veldin, Ratchet's greatest fear would be that his kid doesn't get to see what the universe has to offer. Sure it's a scary universe out there, but Ratchet feels like it'd be better to grow up knowing that there is so much out there than to stay cooped up on one planet. (Or maybe he's simply projecting.)

He'd be the type of parent that wears one of those things you can strap to your chest to hold the baby so your hands are free (Clank on his back, the kid on his chest: an unstoppable adventuring trio). He's definitely the more carefree one, and tends to let the kid get away with things if it does no harm (and his definition of "no harm" is a lot different from everyone else's lmao).

I don't think Ratchet would ever let the kid get into any real danger, though. If some save-the-world thing came up, he'd demand for his kid to stay home so he can deal with it. His "chill dad" routine would be gone completely, because for all his faults, Ratchet will still always put his life on the line for the ones he loves, even if it means he has to hurt someone's feelings he cares about.

Overall, I think he'd be a decent dad? Too laid back probably and he'd definitely suck at disciplining, leaving his partner to do it.

Which brings me back to Jak. Jak wouldn't admit it out loud, but he would be terrified that the kid will end up being afraid of him. Consequently, I think he'd refuse to use his dark eco at all around the kid, only showing off his light eco. This is a complete contrast to Ratchet whom would show off his trophies for all the arena challenges he's won for the kid's fifth birthday. 💀

Jak would cherish the kid to hell and back, but he's always got a fear ingrained in his head that he'll screw everything up. In spite of that, I do think Jak would be the one to train the kid in self-defense, because Jak's pretty confident in his own abilities and would jump at the chance to ensure his kid is strong enough to take anyone on. I think that's where his bonding with the kid would flourish.

In conclusion: Ratchet's the fun one, Jak is trying his best, they're still a mess. <3

[swee7dream]

nct dream as partners to an age regressor cg!nct dream x f!reader

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

genres agere content, fluff warnings feminine nicknames dni if you sexualize age regression author's note hihi ! first time blogging, kinda nervous ... i've had this idea in my little marble head for quite some time and now here i am posting it !

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

ur gonna be the death of him. poor boy is stressed 25/8

he's doing his best but he still doesn't quite understand at times

a quality time lover ! sometimes he gets so immersed in his own thing he doesn't notice you switch tasks until it's too late,,,,

"oh no! oh dude... i'm so sorry man, c'mere. no, don't apologize. it's my fault. it's ok. you can cry all you want. let's just get a bandaid on that gnarly cut, okay?"

when he's sorry, he means it ! after the pb&j knife switcheroo incident, he made sure to set alarms to make your meals just in case you've regressed that day and can't (safely) make your own food

a very good listener ! he loves listening to u talk for hours and hours and hours and hours and

listens intently to the explanation of your shows, the names of your plushies, and the storylines currently on going as you play pretend

loves playing pretend. at first, he was a bit shy, breaking character and laughing into his hands when embarrassment got the best of him, but now bro is confident! u could place him in a broadway show and no one would think he's out of place

could be said he was actually the one who made the first move to play pretend.

"...whatcha doing?" "playing" "...what are you playing?" after being burned under your x-ray vision gaze for no less than 5 seconds, you hand him a plushie and 'insist' on him playing with you

not one for titles or nicknames. mark is mark, you are you!

punishments are the last of his worries. hopefully, you don't make it rise the ranks

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

manners freak

"ah!" he always has to hold whatever you asked for out of your reach. "what do we say? it starts with a t and ends with a 'you'."

does all sorts of crafts with you

one time, he drew your favorite character and you loved it so much you made him put it on your wall then and there. he was undermining it and complaining that he didn't want to get up and do all the work that involves framing it but the smile and blush on his face told a different story

lets you put stickers on him! only the pretty ones that he's approved beforehand. and NOT on his hair. he's chinese, not korean. he doesn't need the military service buzzcut

like mark, not big on titles. they make him uncomfortable tbh. nicknames for you, however, he does quite like (tiny, munchkin, etc.).

happy to let you be independent while regressed under STRICT supervision

goes so far as to make little songs and jingles to you can sing along to as you perform certain tasks so you both know you're doing things safely and correctly even when out of his eyesight

ur complete coloring pages go right next to his pieces of art on the fridge. u are both artists !

lullabies are a must. the man is a singer for a living ! good night! z Z z ....

punishments usually consist of renjun nagging on for over an hour. you don't really tend to listen. it's mostly for him to let out his frustration before the big stepper comes for you.

"and NO ice cream this weekend!" "NO!"

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

first one to actually not mind titles ! he can live without them but they scratch an itch in his brain like nothing else can

two words: cute aggression. leans in to kiss your cheek only to bite it. he bites your nose. he bites your EARS ?! someone lock this man up !

hugs you in a way that presses the cheeks of the two of you until you look like twins conjoined at the head

the cuddliest man ever like i've never seen a more teddy bear-coded individual?!?!?!

"gotta pee." "hold it." "i can't!" grumbling jeno noises

started going back to the gym after seeing how much he you like being carried

he doesn't really talk a lot when in cg mode, but you've known him long enough that you can read his body language just fine

might actually be in cg space more than you are regressed !

just anything that you do, big or little. it's so precious to him. he feels the urge to just protect you from everything!!!

no !!! u can't go outside !!! what if bugs bite u?!!! oh u brought bug spray? ok... send him a message of when u get on the bus! and when u get off the bus! and to ur friend's house! actually, just let him drive u ok? give him five minutes to change !

the worst at dishing out punishments out of all of dream. a pout, a teary eye, a sniffle, he's unraveling at the seams.

he sits on a chair by the bed, arms crossed with a stern look. you could shatter it with a bat of your lashes, but you know you need this.

"i'll be sitting here until you fall asleep. we could've played chutes and ladders tonight like you wanted if you hadn't thrown away your veggies, angel."

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

he is the baby. wdym you are ?

poor boy is used to being the youngest and acting cute, what is he supposed to do now that the tables are turned?

at the beginning, it's lots of awkward head pats and hugs of comfort.

sits you on his lap while he's gaming, playing with you and your toys in between matches

kind of insecure to be ur cg :( give the boy praise and appreciation!

"you," he sighs, looking away from you. "you should really be in bed by now. it's past your bedtime." "but you're not asleep." another sigh. "i know..."

when his confidence and comfortability is up tho? big big BIG on the baby talk and praise to the point you have to remind him you guys are in public!!! it started out as a joke (yk how he is, being annoying on purpose with his main weapon being aegyo). he doesn't think it's a joke anymore guys,,,,,,,,,,,,,

titles are goofy to haechan. he calls you the same he always does.

"what about me? did i do a good job today?" he asks, striking a ridiculous pose. "yeah ! you're the best, chan ! :D" "... :( thank u baby :,("

punishments don't exist actually! he's right there next to you. silly string all over the room? it was his idea to play spiders. veggies thrown away? impossible. he never bought them to begin with. didn't do your assignment? was it that important to begin with? hyuck doesn't think so

might be a regressor too ! on the older side, perhaps (pre-teen - teenage)

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

terrible for big space. just the absolute worst

baby talk and aegyo is not an action for him, it's a lifestyle. makes you do one or the other (or both if he's feeling particularly sadistic i mean playful) if you want something or as a punishment on the lighter side

probably made you slip multiple times before you even told him you regress

all the cheesy, cringy, cliche stuff? he does that. shamelessly too

loves titles and uses them on himself even if you don't. doesn't make you call him anything, but he loves how it 'rolls off the tongue so well!'

he's an addict to nicknames for you. finds them randomly

"oh man, look at that rabbit! it's so cute!" "just like y/n" "what" just randomly takes out his phone in the middle of walking to text you nana: hi bunny you: ? you: hi?

acts of service are his natural calling. you might as well be quadriplegic.

makes your favorite drink for you! ur too little to do it urself !!! let him do it for u (pls pls pls pls pls he's on his knees)

also makes lunches for you that are all pretty and shaped like some sort of animal when ur feeling small ! he stopped doing cats though since one time you felt like you were eating luna and cried.

you two literally fight to death about who loves who the most. jaemin has to be tied to a chair in the basement of an abandoned building to let you do literally anything for him

punishments are extremely rare. virtually non-existent. he prefers to talk things through and give rewards rather than take away

health is important! it's so so important to him he set up a meal plan where you eat the rainbow three times a day.

makes you exercise with him.........

"i'll be home in about half an hour, jellybean. do you think you could finish a bottle of water by then? i know you can. i'll see you soon, okay?"

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

you know those people that talk to babies like they're grown people that pay taxes and drink alcohol? that's chenle

he knows you've regressed and you're not in the mindset of an adult anymore, but he isn't a big baby talk person like jaemin is

the nicknames he uses for you are very classic so he can use them both in public and in private (doll, dollface, princess, etc.)

surprisingly into his role as cg? like, he has a chart set up for you and everything. if he's abroad/not around, he'll call you so you can place the gold stars yourself in his behalf

another manners enthusiast

uses titles for himself and expects you to use them too

"'can i have dessert please, what?', princess? what word is missing from that sentence?"

doesn't say much but always keeps an eye or hand on you in public.

bro is nonchalant (for the most part. just don't read his locked notes)

"a gift? i didn't buy you anything" LIAR. "what pink box? have you opened it? bring it over here. let me see"

he's very patient, just stern since he has strict boundaries and rules. constantly encouraging you to have firm boundaries as well.

"is this ok?" "do you not like this?" "how do you feel about that?"

go-to punishment is writing lines. always gives you a yogurt or some other snack when you finish. mostly does it for himself, he doesn't like staying on the subject of punishment/bad behavior. there's better things to do in his opinion

his favorite activity to do with you when small is your text message conversations. no words, no talking, just a photo message from you (!!!! look what i'm doing !!!!) and a photo from him in response (!!!! good job i'm so proud of you !!!! here's what i'm doing !!!!)

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

a lot like mark, not a fans of titles or nicknames

more of a listener. has lots of questions but doesn't want to interrupt the groove with which you're explaining the lore of equestria so he just nods his head in hopes that he'll understand with time and context

the one who would adjust the fastest to learning about your age regression out of all the dreamies. give him five minutes and he'll be like "...ok. wanna watch tv now?"

jisung is so !!! silly !!!

a goofy boy. he loves making exaggerated reactions and expressions to make you laugh

"gah-!" you've hit him with an invisible arrow! jisung holds his chest, stumbling back to slowly fall down onto the floor. very very slowly. "you've shot me... i can feel my life force leaving me... why... would you do this...? bleh."

kind of has a sixth sense for you. if something triggers you and makes you slip in public, he's like a cat that heard something no one else can.

pulsing your hand in his to get your attention only for you to avoid eye contact is a dead giveaway. he might not always be able to leave the event, but he makes sure to give you a break of just you two. breathing exercises, grounding techniques, he also lets you play with the plush toy keychain he bought for occasions just like these.

the first time you shutdown verbally when small, jisung panics! he's running around looking up on the internet how to 'talk without talking'. now he's a baby sign language expert. good job, you! /gen

author's note can u tell this came from a jaemin delusion? he's just so cg coded my LORD T-T

[arson-the-clown]

Prompt 3: "I missed this" (From Suicide Mouse to the Dead Men)

I sighed dramatically as I slid down into my seat "Ahhh, I missed this." As usual our large round table was scattered with board game pieces "The fuck are you guys playing?"

Squidward's Suicide looked at me with his usual contempt "Ickbarr, Widemouth, and BRVR are playing Mouse Trap. Or attempting to anyway. They're probably going to give up soon."

"Well, it's rather difficult to play a game with half the pieces half eaten." Widey said exasperatedly

"It's not my fault I swear!" Ick giggled.

I sighed "You know, maybe I take it back."

An all too familiar hand grabbed my by my hair and yanked me out of my seat to face him. It was Happy Appy, his red hair with a single green streak sticking out at the top couldn't be mistaken for anyone else even if you tried. Despite being a full head shorter than Squiddy he was still much taller than me and picking me up like this was nothing to him. I couldn't contain the moan that escaped my throat.

"You slimey, rotten, good for nothing piece of garbage!" Appy growled "You-you think it's okay for you to just disappear for months on end with no notice and no word and then show back up like it's nothing?"

"Mmmmhpf, Honey, I'm home?" I murmered

He must not have liked my snide answer because it got me sent hurtling onto the table, smashing whatever pieces of the game were left. I felt my back crack as I hit the hard, uneven surface and the wind completely left my lungs gasping for air. Clearly unhappy, Appy lifted his large red chainsaw and began to rev it up.

"Give me one good reason not to chop you to piece where you are, filth!" But despite the hard words escaping him, tears were streaming down from Appy's striking blue eyes.

"You mean besides the fact that it wouldn't actually kill me and would just make a huge mess for everyone else to clean up? God you really did miss me didn't you? C'mon babe, put that thing away." I forced myself up onto my elbows "Please, just give me a hug and a kiss. There's no need for all this."

"No need?! You abandoned us for 8 months! You abandoned me for 8 month! I spent every single day for 8 months worried sick about you thinking that you either left the Dead Men entirely or someone somehow finally killed you, you bastard."

I barely had enough time to scoot out of the way as he burried the chainsaw into the table, much to everyone else's irritation.

"Damn it, now I have to find another fucking table" Squiddy said tossing his hands up in the air.

Reluctantly, Appy turned his chainsaw off, but then went right back to pursuing me. One. Two. Three. He had enough time to get four good punches to my face in before Squddy pulled him off of me. My vision blurred on the right side and I could already feel a migraine forming. Inky black blood ran down my face and from the corner of my mouth. I had no idea how to react than to sit in stunned silence.

After a moment, I made an attempt to crawl forward, but I was so violently dzzy that my head dipped sharply to the left every move I tried to make. I could barely make out Appy crumpled on the floor crying in front of me. It took me an exhuberant amount of time to process Ick tending to my wounds.

"Are you ok, Mickey?" his voice was as soft as it always was "Appy can seriously pack a punch."

I laughed quietly "You're telling me kid."

There was a moment of silence all around where I closed my eyes and let Ick do his pointless work on me. Then after a time Appy must have moved closer because his voice was much louder.

"You owe me an apology" he puffed

"Oh, I owe you an apology? Motherfucker, I was stuck doing guard duty for the Carnivalia by Slenderman's orders no less for 8 goddamn months and came home hoping to rest, only for the man I'm fucking to try to murder me. But yeah, I owe you an apology." I spit a mouthful of blood in what I hoped was his direction. I couldn't help but be thuroughly pissed off. I'm not an emotional guy by nature but all of the stress of being surrounded by fucking clowns for 8 months, fighting off Lurkers and Zalgo Zombies, all caught up to me.

"Both of you need to apologize or I'm going to beat you both bloody." Squiddy interjected from somewhere "You're both being incredbily stupid. You love each other. Cut it the fuck out. Mickey, say you're sorry for the lack of contact."

I rolled my eyes and immediately regretted it as it made my head throb "I'm sorry for going no contact, even though I didn't have an option and had no place to try to fight Slenderman on it."

"Close enough I guess. Appy, apologize for beating Mickey up."

Appy harumphed, but finally let go after a moment "Fine, I'm sorry for beating the shit out of you even though you absolutely deserved it."

"Good, now both of you shut the fuck up for a while. Widey and BRVR are going to go look for a table since you so gracously destroyed ours. Ick, you're babysitting Mickey and-

"No need." Fighting my swirling head I stood up and made my way to the door despite their protests "I'm going to go see Isaac. At least he won't beat the shit out of me for something I had no control over."

"Mickey, I didn't- I just- I- " Appy floundered, sounding genuinly upset again, but I ignored him and pushed my way through the old double doors and out onto the cold, windy streets of Sauce City.

[hecate-spawn]

And They Were Roommates

Author notes: hi hi! This is going to be my first time writing and publishing a proper story on tumblr! It's about two teenagers who end up living together. It takes place in Tokyo. I hope you enjoy it! CW: none. Talk of past relationship Word count:2352 7 pages

Chapter 1: Flyers

  Mira’s POV

I’m not picky with who my roommate is. You think the earth is flat? Sure buddy, whatever floats your boat. Chronically online? Same actually. Into kinky shit? Do that with someone else when I’m not around. Ex Yakuza member? Just don’t get me more involved than I’d like. Basically, as long as you leave me alone and respect my space, feel free to room with me.

However…

I am still a fifteen year old girl living alone that doesn’t exercise nearly as much as I should so filtering my roommate options more than “not an incel” and “under 35” is a good idea.

I think the ideal roommate would be someone my age who is also chronically online. Gender and sexual/romantic orientation be damned as long as they respect my boundaries.

Now I do the thing all sensible people do when roommate hunting.

I put up flyers. In the mall of course; where else would I put them? A prison? Well I suppose I could put them up at the local arcade and some cafes.

“Urgh, I wanna finish my anime though,” I huff, tacking up another poster in the food court. It’s a big space in the centre of the mall and it almost always has people there from the time it opens to the time it closes. The food court was a big, circular space outside. It has all the restaurants like Mcdonald’s, Sukiya, Starbucks, Matsuya, KFC, and, well you get the idea. Coffee tables usually had 2-4 folding chairs in the centre with an outer ring so people could walk around and order food from their desired restaurant. It’s a great place to hang out with your friends.

If you have any that is.

In case you couldn’t tell, I don’t really have friends. The three that I do have are two online friends who I’ve never met in real life and my ex boyfriend. I feel like all these relationships would have red flags at a first glance, but they’re all trustworthy people. Well, I at least know my ex is, since I’ve met him face to face.

I walk through the mall, passing all the different types of stores and take a left, exiting the mall, letting the sun shine its rays down on me. While I prefer my dark, air conditioned room, the sun and fresh air gives me power and a touch of energy. Not enough to, per say, run a marathon but enough that I can do the fifteen minute walk from the mall to the arcade. By the time I got there my energy was gone in the sense that I wasn’t as “preppy” and more “I want to go back to fucking up newbies in call of duty” if you know what I mean.

“Uh Yuki, what are you doing?” Well speak of the devil. I know that voice. It’s one of the few people I’m actually friends with.

“Stop being so formal Kyo. I told you, just Mira is fine.”

Who knew I’d run into him here. Sweat is dripping down his face, making his brown hair stick to it and there’s a dark spot at the front of his shirt. Who in their right mind would willingly get that sweaty during summer in Japan. Actually, was that sweat or water from… I don’t know, running around in a sprinkler?

“Sorry,” he apologises. “I’m just used to calling most girls by their last name. And since we’re not, you know, together any more I wasn’t sure if it’d still be alright.”

“Pfft. Don’t worry, it's fine,” I give a slight chuckle. “I just don’t like it when people are all formal with me. So just go back to calling me Mira.”

“Y-yeah. Right, sorry.”

“Dude stop apologising, it's not your fault.”

“Sor- um, OK.”

I ruffle his hair. It’s warm and sticky, very much matted to his head. I’m like, 99% sure this is sweat but I still want to know if my “theory” is correct, so I ask.

“Oh yeah it’s sweat,” Kyo confirms. “I have baseball practice for the summer.”

“Wow, that’s kind of amazing,” I say. It’s amazing to me and my hermit ass, but I’m pretty sure this is just basic stuff people do.  Not to say that I don’t exercise at all. I usually try to get out of the house for one hour everyday. I mostly go on walks but sometimes I climb trees. It feels more natural than sitting on a rooftop and swinging your legs. It’s also safer and easier to people-watch.

“Not really,” he replies. “Just basic stuff.” “Well it’s amazing to me. Oh! Before I forget-” I take a few flyers from my mini backpack. “I’m looking for a roommate. I can’t pay rent next month only taking commissions and whatever I have left of my savings. If you know someone interested, preferably around my age but I don’t care, then tell ‘em to give me a call.”

“Yu- Mira, I don’t think there are a lot of high schoolers that are looking for an apartment,” he takes a flyer and gives me a look of what I assume to be pity. 

“Reaally encouraging Kyo.”

“Look, I’m just being realistic. I’ll put these flyers up, but I do have one question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why do you have a two room apartment anyway?”

Caught off guard by the question, I laugh. Honestly, I don’t know what it is about Kyo, but his genuine questions, especially blunt ones like that, are just kind of fucking hilarious. “I use the extra room for storage and as a writing room. It looks like a fucking spider decorated it with the amount of string and pins I’ve used to organise it.”

“That… doesn’t sound very organised.”

“I really like the fact you’re blunt,” I say. He never gave me that impression when we first met. Honestly, he still doesn’t give me that impression now. His straight brown hair matted to his baby face and big amber eyes, he seems like such a quiet and timid person. Another word I’d use to describe his appearance other than cute is submissive. Kyo is all those things, but not so much that he’s a pushover.

“Seriously?” He asks, eyes wide.

“Seriously. It’s one of my favourite things about you. I can’t sugar coat my words around everyone so it’s nice that I can just… be more honest around you I guess?”

“I’m pretty sure I got the bluntness from you Mira.”

“Well, I think I started to be less of a prick thanks to you. Looks like we both got something out of our relationship. Other than being friends of course.”

“You… think we’re friends?”

I smile and it doesn’t feel forced. “Well what else would we be? Crazy exes that can’t be in a room for two seconds without fighting? We’ve known each other too long to be acquaintances. Plus, we hang out a lot”

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Kyo says sheepishly. “It’s just weird hearing you say it.”

Now that surprises me. Did I really act that distant and cold? I mean, I guess I did when we first broke up but I didn’t know how to act. It was my first relationship and I was the one who broke it off so wasn’t that how it was supposed to go? I was supposed to be the asshole who didn’t love you, then you find someone and realise that you’re so much better off.

But with Kyo that didn’t really happen. A week later he messages me on Discord to see if I want to play Genshin and the rest is history.

“Oh, crap! I gotta go pick up groceries for my mom! I totally forgot.” Kyo lets out a disappointed sigh, and starts jogging away. “See you later Mira!” He turns back to wave at me before being swallowed up by the crowd. I offer a small wave and look at the stack of papers in my other hand. Doing the rest of these is going to be a drag. I know a way to get it done quickly but it would probably be too dangerous. I guess that means I have to use my “author powers” and get creative.

Let’s see. I could just start handing them out but that’s a lot of social interaction with random people I don’t know. Plus, I’m probably going to get weird looks. I could also scatter the papers to the wind, but it would just end up as trash. Of course I can always just do the sensible thing and continue to tape them up, but I’d rather not. 

The longer I think the more I can feel the sun’s hot rays on my back, and my hair starts sticking to the back of my neck. Why did I wear a black sweater out here? Seriously, who forgets to take something like that off? Seems like I’m that someone. At least I had the sense to wear a T-shirt under it… Which is also black. I keep saying I need to expand my colour pallet to be more than blacks and greys with the occasional splash of white, purple and green, but I just get distracted. I’m still close to the mall and I have enough for at least a shirt and shorts.

“Might as well. I’ll at least be out of the sun.”

Taking off my sweater I wrap it around my waist and grudgingly walk back to the mall, which is quite crowded by this time. Makes sense since it’s five o’clock. A lot of people get off work around this time, and usually they’re hungry. Of course there’s also the couples on a date, the teens hanging out with friends, and families wanting a (somewhat) relaxing without the stress of cooking.

Then you have me, the idiot with summer clothes exclusively in black and dark shades of grey. Yeah I’m starting to grasp the reality of my own stupidity.  I conveniently left out the part where most of the clothes I own also happen to be various hoodies and sweatpants. Wow… I need to get out of my room more often.

I need to but I don’t want to. That’s the main problem. My want is always stronger and more important than my need to me. Not a healthy trait but I’m still alive so to me, that’s basically all that matters other than being able to write.

“How may I help you?” Someone asks. Noticing the person at my side I look them over. Bubblegum pink hair down to their waist, big ice blue eyes and a tall, slender frame. If they were a model I wouldn’t be surprised. Judging by their uniform and name tag They work here. Their general look makes me assume this is a girl.

“I’m looking for a summer outfit,” I say. “Your name tag says you’re Hoshi Asuka. Is Hoshi-san alright?”

“Hmm,” the worker purses her lips. “I prefer Hoshi-chan. Cuz I’m cute.” She gives me a wink and smiles. Clearly a teenager. Probably around my age too. “So looking for a summer outfit eh?”

“Yeah. Anything comfortable really.”

The girl sighs. “You’ll have to give me more than that. Like, are you looking for a dress or a-”

“I’m looking for a dress,” I say quickly, cutting her off. “Preferably not white. That will get dirty quickly.”

“Alright! Let’s see,” Hoshi leads me to the dresses. It’s beside the skirts’ section and if you turn the corner you’d find the dressing room. The dress section and many racks of different types, from modest dresses reaching to past the knees and covering up to the neck to ones that reach to the thighs and have more of an open neckline and ruffled sleeves. Of course there were other dresses that were more of adults looking to party or a night out with their partner. A few could barely cover your ass.

“You have a wide selection,” I say.

“A lot of women shop here so we tend to have a wide selection,” Hoshi replies. “Certain style you’re looking for?”

“Umm casual? Not too tight. Maybe around my knees?”

“Got it! You’d probably be looking for,” she rummaged around in the racks, before pulling out a dark purple dress. The dress was sleeveless, only covering my shoulders, with a boat neckline and a ruffled hem that was just above my knees. I think it’s rather cute.

“How much?”

“About four thousand five hundred yen.”

“Do you have a size medium?”

“This is a medium.”

“Ah. I’ll just take this to check out.”

Hoshi hands me the dress, taking the hanger off so I don’t accidentally take it home. Carrying this and my flyers are going to be hard and the walk from here to my apartment complex. It would be so much easier if I looked like a cute sociable girl instead of a hot mess. It’d also be better if I was cute and sociable but that’s life I guess. While I can’t change myself, the answer to my problems is right in front of me.

I adjust my grip on the dress and put down my flyers on a nearby table holding different varieties of clothing, all neatly folded.

“If you can I hand these out please,” I say gesturing to the stack of paper. “That would be nice. If not just shred it I suppose. Thanks for your help.”

“W-wait, excuse me ma’am I can’t just-” she splutters.

I don’t hear the rest of what she says as I go to pay for my dress. It’s actually quite a nice one, I hope it doesn’t collect dust in my musty closet.

And I sure hope I get that roommate.

[cafetxt]

≡☆ the jealous type

pairing: bf!hueningkai x fem!reader

genre/cw: jealousy baby jealousy, a sprinkle of fluff + a dash of suggestive-ness

wc: 0.8k

a/n: help me i feel like i'm the worst at writing dialogue... but anyways here's a little fic that suddenly popped into my head out of nowhere, idk how i feel about the ending though >:D

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"i'm not upset." you insisted, as kai kept on assuming you were. well, he was kind of right. you were kind of upset.

you were mostly jealous though.

you both were walking back to your apartment complex after getting some boba from down the street. you had initially told kai to go to the shop first instead of coming upstairs because you wanted to take a walk with him afterwards and now, you regret telling him to go. or maybe you were just being a jealous girlfriend.

but to be fair, the worker was flirting with kai right in front of you, and you were sure she was doing it since the moment he walked in. she even had the audacity to put a little heart next to his name. while you were watching the entire exchange, all you could do was look between her and kai and laugh under your breath because no way.

you knew your boyfriend was good looking, so of course people would try to flirt with him, but this was the first time someone continued to do it even when you arrived and kai put his hand on your waist.

kai of course, found the situation funny which just made you even more annoyed. you walked ahead of him into the lobby of your apartment, making a beeline for the elevators.

"y/n," kai started, catching up to you with the boba in his hand. when he sees the pout on your face he can't help but laugh. "i've never seen you that upset before."

"i told you i'm not upset!" you fire back, your voice rising and kai raises an eyebrow. you shake your head and turn away from him, heading into the elevator silently. the ride to your floor is silent, but you can feel kai looking at you and assessing the situation. once the doors open at your floor you basically stomp to your door, a little embarrassed at your little outbreak.

"wait... is it because of that worker?" kai asks as he steps through your front door behind you, locking it.

you turn to face him. "she was literally doing the most kai. in front of me? and drawing that stupid heart on your drink? hello??" you scoff, crossing your hands over your chest.

"no way..." kai starts, placing the boba on the ground. "you're actually jealous."

"and you think this is funny." you start to turn away from him but he grabs your wrist to stop you. as soon as you face him again he grabs your face in his hands to make you look in his eyes.

"y/n, hey. it's not that i think it's funny. it's just that I've never seen you like this before, and to be honest i didn't really know how to act in that situation." he tilts his head closer to you, your noses almost touching. "but i want you to know that i only have eyes for you, no one else matters to me. and if stuff like that ever bothers you again i want you to tell me, ok?"

you sigh. "ok, but it's not your fault. i may have overreacted.... so i'm sorry about that." you try to avoid eye-contact so he lets go of your face and pushes your shoulders slightly until you feel your back come into contact with the wall. he places his hands on either side of your head, successfully trapping you between him and the wall.

"i had no idea you were the jealous type." he smirks when you look up at him with wide eyes. "it's kinda hot."

you immediately blush at his words and try to cover your face. "no, it's actually really embarrassing... i didn't think i was either."

he laughs softly before you feel him lean his head into your neck, gasping when he presses his lips against your jaw. “don’t be,” he mumbles against your skin. “i love you all the same.”

he uses one hand to lift your chin to look into your eyes before he kisses you slowly. your lips move against his eagerly as your arms wrap around his neck. his hands fall to your waist, hold tightening as he presses himself closer to you, sandwiching you between him and the wall.

the kiss grows more desperate as your tongues slide over each other messily, and you pull on the ends of his hair. you both pull away breathless as kai rests his forehead against yours, his hold on you unwavering.

"what can i do," he starts, still trying to catch his breath. "what can i do to to show you that you are the only one for me?"

you pull back to look at him, your thoughts running wild. "i can think of a few things..."

he takes the hint immediately and detaches from you a little to position his hands lower on your waist and you know to jump and he catches you as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"as you wish my love." he says into your ear and you giggle as he carries you to your room, leaving the boba you had bought abandoned on the floor.

[thefanficmonster]

Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

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“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

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“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

 Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor.  And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

[telanana]

Since I am completely plagued by this AU I will never write, I'm dumping it into the void tumblr so I can just. Get it out there.

So, Arcane AU where Powder gets caught by Jayce and Caitlyn and Vi has to leave her behind because otherwise she'll get the other two caught. Now, normally the enforcers wouldn't think twice about imprisoning a kid, but Jayce and Caitlyn both appeal to the council for leniency because she's literally just a little kid (which Powder protests very indignantly at the trial lmao bc she's just as capable as anyone else and it was just bad luck that she got caught). After a bit of bickering, the council reluctantly agrees to place Powder with Caitlyn's family with the caveat that Caitlyn do most of the supervising/teaching Powder how to behave in the upper city (bc hell if her mom's going to deal with it lmao).

Anyhow, they get back to the Kiramman estate and get Powder into the bath and put her in some fresh clean clothes and her own bedroom (right next to Caitlyn of course). The first night, after everyone's been asleep for a bit, Powder makes a break for it and almost makes it past the gates before a pair of enforcers patrolling the perimeter catch her and bring her right back. From there, Caitlyn and her parents reluctantly decide to keep Powder under basically house arrest until she proves she isn't going to run away. Basically, they set her up in a room with no windows and only one door in or out.

Since everything in the room has been Powder-proofed, Powder rebels by building her bombs out of whatever she can destroy in her room to turn into materials. Caitlyn comes in one morning and the place is just totaled. And her gut reaction is further punishment, but one of the little grenade critters starts to move and it makes her pause long enough to realize how unusual it is for a kid to be able to make stuff like that, especially without any help. So, she sits down and asks questions, which Powder tries her hardest not to answer until Caitlyn finds out they have names.

Meanwhile, down in the Undercity, Vi is absolutely livid bc Vander doesn't want to go back for Powder immediately. He keeps saying to wait until someone hears something about where she is and whether busting her out is going to even be possible. So, Vi tries her damnedest to stay put. Milo, unfortunately, keeps saying how they shouldn't have brought her along, how she jinxes everything, etc. Only this time, it's because she'd still be there if they hadn't taken her along. But Vi doesn't see it that way. That's her little sister and he doesn't get to say it's her fault for bringing Powder in the first place and it turns into basically a brawl where Vander has to come down and physically separate the two of them before it gets ugly.

There's a bunch of other things that come into play that I haven't really worked out yet, like the lack of an explosion making Jayce's work go undetected for a little longer and Powder's capture meaning that the enforcers don't actually go on a manhunt in the undercity. Basically, a ton of trigger events don't happen and things bubble and brew a bit differently. Silco has to basically worm his way into turning the undercity against Vander to wage war on the topsiders. It starts with Sevika, of course, because she's fed up even without the enforcers turning the undercity upside down looking for Vi and the others. I think inevitably it becomes a sort of civil war down there with two undercity factions going head to head. Vander's enforcer contact, Grayson, eventually tells him where Powder is and that she's in good hands. I think Jayce eventually starts working with Powder to try and develop hextech a bit more, but has to deal with her inclination towards weaponry and that causing some problems with Heimerdinger.

Other than that? It's just the AU idea that lives rent free in my head. Like that specific moment is the catalyst and I just love going, "ok but what if this happened instead??" and turning that into my nightly bedtime story in my head lmao

[yesimwriting]

Hi! I have been having an off day I’m kinda exhausted and anxious slightly snappy haha. I was wondering how would the darkling react to an anxious reader that he cares about. 😊

a/n ive been a little MIA but im working i promise!! i felt really apathetic about writing for awhile bc of some personal stuff but ive been trying to get back into it bc im genuinely happier when i write :)

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- ok so i think how he reacts to an anxious person that he cares about depends on where you're at in the relationship,, which might be kinda a 'duh' but it needs to be said for how im setting this up lol

- bc if he's kinda just starting to figure out his feelings, i think he'd be so surprised by how much he cares that he has to hold back his immediate reactions, bc he may have his faults but he's def protective once he realizes something is affecting/hurting the person he sees as the sun

- that protectiveness stems from wanting to be what makes you happy, he wants to feel like he's your shelter so that he feels like he's good enough for you. He wants you to be happy so he can feel your warmth but he also really wants the redemptive feeling that comes from knowing that he's your protector in a way.

- he wants to protect and make you happy so bad, sometimes you need to be like 'umm...i really appreciate that you want to torture the person that bumped into me a little too hard on a bad day,, but maybe let's not??' especially if you are still in that phase where he kinda scares/intimidates you bc you know him more as the General

- not only are his more over the top reactions a little scary bc you don't want to offend him by not wanting to talk about it to avoid blowing the situation up,, they're also confusing

- bc you had no idea he cared if you lived or died let alone cared if you were nervous or not?? but sometimes it makes you feel really comforted, bc if someone as hardened as the darkling can care that much about how youre feeling than you can't be as awful as you're feeling

- and it's also comforting bc he's clearly strong and powerful and when he puts a hand on your shoulder and stares at you like you're the only tangible thing in the world and telling you that he's not going to let anything happen to you,, the rational part of your anxiety is appeased to say the least.

- alright but that's at like the first stage of the relationship for him, bc i feel like he def has like twenty stages he goes through before finally being in a committed relationship bc even though he wants an attachment and love so badly bc he hates his eternal loneliness, he has a lot of layers to work through before he feels secure enough in you as a person to risk vulnerability

- so if he's at the point where he's accepted what he feels for you,, but has yet to really act on it, this is where he starts to give himself away a little

- like you'll mention being stressed about training in the Little Palace, or not getting along with someone and he immediately jumps to encouraging you. It's kinda funny bc at first he seems like he's just trying to be a supportive pal bc at this point ur sorta friendly (at least more friendly than anyone else is with the darkling) but then he kinda losses himself in talking about how amazing you are.

- and if youre feeling anxiety/bad bc of someone in particular, you better not mention their name unless you're 100 percent sure you're furious at them.

- sometimes it causes some strain bc you don't necessarily want him to get involved, and he's not above lowkey guilting you into telling him the full story, but it's not really intentional. He just starts talking about how much trust he puts in you and you just let the little things go after making him promise to leave things alone.

- if your anxiety is general,, or just bc of a. bunch of little things and he's at a point in which he's accepted how much he cares about you but has not told you yet,, he'll try to hide how soft he feels, but sometimes he slips up.

- honestly, i wouldn't be surprised if a really big relationship milestone came from that.

- like you crying one night and the darkling finding you, and then him taking you back to your room and promising to stay so that you don't have to feel alone and then the next morning you wake up and he's holding you

- at first ur like ?? but he acts so normal you're like maybe that can be platonic? but then it starts happening more and more and neither of you mention it and then when you two finally do get together youre like 'ohh? im stupid'

- and if your anxiety comes from your worry about him?? wow--he'll have to stop himself from kissing you

- this is a man who is so used to being hated/feared that the concept of someone worrying about him so much they physically don't feel well?? that would hit him STRAIGHT in the chest, and he'd be so quick to pull you to him, and then you'd be like--are you ok??

- wouldn't be surprised if that's how you found out he had feelings for you,, like he'd say something like "i didnt know the brightest star in the sky could want to protect the darkness instead of banish it. You're the brightest light I've ever known, it was more than enough for me that you weren't repulsed by my darkness...and now..."

- anyways,, if you were already established together and you were anxious, he would have no need to hold back

- if he notices your hesitant to let him 'help' he might do a thing or two to reduce sources of your stress without telling you...which sometimes leads to you getting a little mad, but depending on how extreme his actions were, he normally smoothes it over quickly

- i mean,, it's just how he shows that he cares, he's never had someone that could snap their fingers and get rid of his adversaries or reschedule a thing or two to make his life easier

- he sees no harm in it,, and even though sometimes other people may give you a bit of a hard time bc of his evident favoritism,, you know it just means he cares

- if he goes really far, you're more willing to be mad at him, but honestly when youre upset all you want is to be near him bc there's nothing more comforting,, so you agree to hold off on arguing lol

- i mean there are always lines that get crossed, so there are times he cant charm himself out of your anger, but the longer youre together the more he tries to hold off on doing things that make you really angry,, unless he feels like the person really hurt you, then nothing can stop his anger

- if youre actually together he's much more quick to comfort you physically if youre feeling really anxious,, he'll kiss you everywhere until he's all you can think about, which works for when your anxious over small things

- if your problem is larger, he cant exactly kiss it away though i cant say that doesnt help but it's still comforting and relaxing bc duh,, so i feel like he's really touchy if youre upset

- kissing sometimes leads to other stuff,, but that should be its own fic/headcanon bc i have a secret head cannon that feeling needed or like the only one his partner has is a turn on for him bc it returns some of the power he feels like he gives up by letting his partner care about him

- might have to write that fic now that im thinking about it....

- if youre so anxious you dont want to be touched, it'll be a little harder for him, but if he reaches for you and you back away he'll try to talk you down and remind you that he's not going to let anything happen and as long as he's breathing he'll make sure you're okay

- if youre officially together and youre anxious about something small, he's actually surprisingly nice to talk to,, before you were close you felt like you were bothering him with small, insignificant things,, but once you know that he cares about you he's a patient listener bc he likes being really present with you when he can bc he's busy so often

- sometimes if youre worried or upset he jumps to anger towards the object of your distress before comfort, but once youre at the dating part, you know that that's just how he is, and anger is how he shows love in a way?? lol, so you just have to clearly tell him that you'd rather him stay with you then rush out and like smite someone, he'll stop and comfort you

- sometimes how much he cares makes him angry at himself bc he begins to question if he'd pick you/your happiness over his goal, if he can't convince himself that you'd never get in the way of that, he gets a little cold until he feels assured in his loyalties or at least assured in the fact that your happiness would never conflict with his goals

- that can happen at any point in your relationship,, i feel like it'd happen more when he's unsure about his feelings bc seeing how much he cares about someone that's nothing to him makes him want to banish his nerves

- overall though,, once he cares about you, whether he's fully accepted it or not, he'd burn the world down to make you feel okay again,, or stay in bed with you for awhile, or both--whatever you want, really