#and ngl it was really bloody hurtful

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

this just in: uplifting people just by virtue of their assigned gender at birth in the name of feminism found to be transphobic so now we're just gonna shit on those who CHOOSE to be male presenting bc it's a CHOICE right so we can tell them they're inherently inferior right guys??!!

bioessentialism found to be transphobic so we're jumping straight into gender essentialism which is totally cool as long as it's pretending to be feminism!!!!

[mondaymelon]

OMGGG what about the tall genshin men reacting when u suddenly distance urself from them, but they dont know its bc of something they said? feel free to edit n modify this as much as ud like :3

₊˚ෆ "𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄…" | diluc, childe, kaveh x gn!reader

art by @/kongqingkoqi on twitter! (not too sure on who you meant by tall characters, so i just chose a couple males with the tall model~ thank you for your request!)

— cw: angst + comfort ? injury (diluc), ngl reader is kinda a bitch in childe's but it was the only way i thought up of of making the situation work so. lmao. cries

[ Perhaps it was the winter cold that had bit him so, or perhaps it was merely a gloom that had briefly descended upon him. Either way, an unfortunate slip of the tongue has wounded you, yet they themselves remain unaware. ]

"Love?"

DILUC's eyes are round with worry, and his concerned gaze sweeps over you - from your crestfallen form, and then to your eyes that shy away from his. Ever since he had returned to the estate after being out of business since morning, you've been avoiding him, not wishing to speak a single word to his self and not even bothering to spare him a fleeting glance.

At first, it was bearable. Perhaps you just had had a long day and wanted some alone time, no? It was always a possibility, that is, until he saw your smiling self as you busied yourself in chatting away with the maids, and most importantly, that brother of his.

What had he done to warrant such treatment? You loved him, that he was sure of. Otherwise, you would've rejected him, wouldn't you? You wouldn't have let him take your hand and bring it to his lips ever so slowly, pressing a kiss into your knuckles?

"Love, I... I'm sorry. Please, tell me what I did wrong." His voice contains a shred of his desperation, and his crimson eyes only hold you in their gaze. You, who had broken past his carefully crafted walls and rekindled the flame that had long since been extinguished within his heart. "If it's something I did, if it's something I said-"

“Diluc, you…” Your quiet voice ebbs to silence as your eyes glance away, landing on everything except for the red-haired man before you, whose broad shoulders give the slightest tremor. The darkness in your expression, the displayed hurt… Ah.

Diluc’s weary mind raced, recollecting the hasty conversation from this morning, when dawn had yet to break and he had arrived home, coat blazing, skin littered in bruises and still-bleeding cuts. You had rushed out of your bedroom, still in your night garments, panicking over the wounds that covered his body and the red that blackened his already dark clothes. In a strained voice, eyes wide and frantic, you had called for the maids, only for Diluc to forcibly shush you, steadying himself on shaky legs.

“Love, what happened, what were you doing and how did-??”

“It doesn’t concern you.” His tone is low, tired. “Stay out of this, you won’t be able to offer any assistance anyhow.”

Begrudgingly, the man recalled his absolute exhaustion, having just returned after a bloody night of battling monsters, muscles sore and crying for relief. There was no need for your concern, his cuts would mend and his wounds would heal. Yet he hadn’t meant for his words to come out so harsh, for his tongue to pierce you in the way it had.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right mind when I said that- I just... I just didn't want you to be hurt also... If I'm injured, those wounds will fade with time, but I.."

His words trail off, replaced with your silence - a voiceless agreement, one that Diluc takes as an answer. Holding both your hands in his gloved ones, it's somehow easy to feel his fiery warmth despite his cold demeanor. Cold... was it really so? The male's eyes shone, and then you were in his arms, tightly intertwined.

"..I don't know what I would do if harm were to befell you, love..."₊˚ෆ

"Love!"

CHILDE's playful smile fades at its corners as you walk past him, the way you're failing to even acknowledge his presence painfully apparent. "Hah... what's with you today?" Another absence of a response. You dash your way out of his sight, and he's left alone in the dark living room, a half-smile still on his features. The fuck?

Okay, maybe it was just one of those days. There had been several since the start of the relationship, and the harbinger offered his utmost understanding. Sometimes people just felt like shit, and didn't feel like doing shit, and he could understand that to some extent.

There, mystery solved, yeah? Ah, but just one problem, how come you had been completely fine just an hour before? He had the day off, and so did you, so there was a mutual agreement to just stay home and laze about in one another's presence - yet it was only nearing lunchtime and you had already given him the cold shoulder? For what..? You hadn't even gone outside or did anything today-

Oh. Then he had to have been the problem. He raps his knuckles on your bedroom door, but it's really his bedroom too, and is bold enough to poke his head through the frame without waiting for your confirmation, a hesitant grin decorating his lips. "Love, I'm sorry- for ah... whatever you disliked...?"

You're sat at your desk, weariness evident in your darkened eyes. "Childe, do you find me someone who needs to be protected?"

He blinks. "...What?"

"Childe, do you really just want to spend the entire day lying around?" Snapping your fingers, your eyes lit up with sparkles. "We should go to a cafe or something for lunch, maybe, and then-"

"Why through go all the effort? We're staying home because I thought you wanted to, aren't we?"

"Not to that extent Childe... if you were with friends, what would you be doing? Not sitting on the couch all day, I hope?" A sheepish smile crossed your face.

"Hmm.. friends... I suppose we'd duel...?"

"Then-"

"Nope, no way am I dueling with you, you're way too weak, love, that's why I gotta protect you, hm?"

He immediately shakes his head at your words, almost frantic. "W- No, I didn't mean it in that way, love. You're capable, it's just that... Well- you don't have a vision, or a weapon, or-"

"Childe." Not your usual 'love', a bright smile on your lips, and he flinches just the slightest at the sight. "We're in a relationship. I don't want to be in a give all take all relation, you know? I.. I want to be independent, I want you to rely on me sometimes too... I just feel like sometimes I'm just such a burden to you and-"

"A burden?" His eyes widen, features instantly shadowing with disbelief at your words.

You, a burden? Such a thing couldn't possibly be. The warmth that you had granted him, the delicate arms that had held him in its hold, the lips that had whispered such affections and pressed kisses on his skin-

"No, love. You are not a burden, not when you are someone who makes life worth living." ₊˚ෆ

"Love...?"

KAVEH's in instant full blown panic mode, the dark bags under his eyes especially evident with how wide they've grown. "H-Hey, are you okay?" Of course, something wasn't okay - otherwise, why would you be ignoring him like this? But his sleepless mind has grown frantic, and he's desperate for relief. His hand latches onto yours before you can disappear into another room, holding onto your wrist loosely enough to not seem forceful. "Ah..."

He'd moved without thinking, almost as if on instinct, and now that you had glanced back with something colder in your gaze, that same urge told him not to let go. "I, I'm sorry!" For what exactly, he wouldn't even be able to tell a soul, yet the words seemed to have done the trick, as your feet pause in the middle of a step away from him, hesitance clear in your expression.

"For what, Kaveh?"

Shit, he's fucked. This was it, all the all nighters and hours of laborious planning and calculations had led to this one moment... His mind was spurred into action as his mouth sputtered useless stutters and... oh, could it be?

"Kaveh, you should go to sleep, it's already so late, and you haven't gotten a good rest in days, love..." Your concerned tone rang clearly in his ears, but he shook the words away, his disheveled form only focusing on the work before him, the endless tasks he had yet to complete.

"No, I... I can't. Love, could you brew me a cup of coffee, the extra strong kind? Thank you..." He gave his sleepy eyes a rub, completely missing the look that had flitted across your face in that moment.

Your sigh invades his flashbacks, and you look completely done with him, brows furrowed a fraction and lips drawn into a thin line. "Kaveh, please, for the love of the archons, take some better care of yourself."

"...Ah?"

Suddenly, your tone had shifted in the span of a half second, and instead of the angry gaze he had expected, it was more so... scolding. Concern. "Close that jaw of yours, Kaveh, how come you look so surprised? I've told you this time and time again, you need rest!"

An accusing finger was pointed in his direction, the bearer someone he was certainly very familiar with. "Well, it's a big project, I have to finish it by next week and there's barely any time, so I need to-"

"-And how can you possibly plan on functioning if you haven't gotten any sleep?"

Curses, a valid argument. Kaveh slowly held up his empty hands in defeat, chuckling sheepishly. So this was about him, and not you? Thank the archons, for a second he had thought he had messed up big time-

"That look of yours, you better not be thinking what I think you're thinking! And, besides..." You glanced at the ground, as if suddenly reluctant to speak another word. "I was waiting for you so we could sleep together..."

...An angel? Was that who was before him?

"I-I'm sorry... I promise I'll take better care of myself and... you won't have to wait for me, tonight. I'll turn in early, love." ₊˚ෆ

(a/n) not all that proud of this one. but here. sigh

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[niya-writesshit]

✮ ron weasley || nsfw hcs i enjoy

TW: nsfw, j mentions of sex throughout, pretty much smut ngl

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

he's always saying shit like "bloody hell love that feels so good," "fuck love right there," "making m' feel so good (name), blimey."

lowk this man probably jerks off to you 😭. not in a creepy way, but he's just so sexually attracted to you. there's all these little things that turn him on about you: you wearing his quidditch jersey, or you giving him a kiss in front of all your friends. even you simply putting up your hair made him have dirty thoughts, but he just couldn't control it really.

^^^ the quidditch jersey thing omg... ron goes absolutely feral when he sees you in any sort of clothing of his, but especially his jerseys. if it's the day of a game and you come down to greet him after (or even before) a game wearing his jersey, rest assured you will be pulled over to a private corner of the changeroom and fucked. he's just so in love with you and the sport, and he probably would press you against a locker in that jersey and fuck the shit out of you immediately. "you look so good in that love." he wouldn't even care about the others hearing him, he's just so turned on fr. "bloody hell (name), see what you do to me?"

loves receiving head (who doesn't), but only from you because you know how to do it just right. he's obsessed with the way you look with his dick in your mouth, especially when you've got tears rolling down your face or drool dripping down onto his abdomen. he loves seeing you ruined, and it's almost out of character for him to be so in love with seeing you so degraded.

BUT BRO PRAISE. ron couldn't even verbally degrade you during sex because he's so insanely in love with you. it would probably hurt him to call you anything other than love, and he's constantly checking in on you as he fucks you. "you're doing so good, love." "taking m'so well, (name), fuuuuck. y' sure your alright, love?" as he pumps his massive cock into you. "you feel so good, m'love. yer doing so good for me, aren't ya?" " 'm so close, love, fuck. see how good you make me feel, baby?"

like i said in the head one, he loves seeing you ruined by his dick. it gives him an ego boost when you need to pause to re-adjust or you gag while deep-throating him. he always feels a little bad if he makes you cry while he's fucking you, but he compensates by praise.

he loves how small you are compared to him. when you're finished with sex (or even just when you sit near him), he pulls you close to let you spoon into him. he likes to wrap his large hand around yours, or press his body against yours to feel how tiny it was around him. he def bear hugs you! or he'll tangle his legs in yours and envelope you in his arms, it makes him feel like he's protect you when you're wrapped in his body like that.

[itsthatmff]

Watching you win a fight ||| Monster Trio, Ace

Just something i came up with out of boredom.

She/her pronouns used.

Requests are open anytime !

Luffy

“Woaah, that’s my Y/N !!”

Would be super happy and proud of you, like actually

Wouldn’t stop bragging to the other straw hats about how you beat that enemies ass

After fighting his own enemy he’d come rushing to you thinking you’d need some help beating yours, but when he sees the enemy knocked out, and you standing there heavily breathing, His face would brighten up so much.

“You actually beat him Y/N !! You’re so cool. You didn’t even need any help” he’d come up to you with the brightest grin on earth.

He’d keep on complimenting you about how well you’ve done, and he’d ask you to tell him about the entire fight in detail.

If you think he’d leave you alone and stop talking about it, you’re wrong. Dude mumbles how amazing you fought even in his sleep.

Even though he’s obviously much stronger than you, he kinda looks up to you when it comes to fighting.

Zoro

“Care fighting me next?”

The fact that you beat a super strong enemy all by yourself made you 100 times more attractive than you were before to Zoro.

Good looking AND can fight ?? Thats like a Win-Win right there.

And the way you were still looking so beautiful even with bruises and blood on your face and body, made his heart skip a beat ngl.

You both would be fighting in the same spot, and sometimes he’d turn around to check on how you were doing with the enemy. Seeing you finally defeat the enemy all by yourself would put a big smirk on his face that he couldn’t hide for gods sake.

Wouldn’t even hide how impressed he was, as when it comes to his passions , like fighting for example, he can’t help but butt in and give his opinion.

“You did really well.”

He’d be kinda shook even, especially if its his first time watching you fight. The way you recklessly knocked out others made his crush just grow bigger.

He’d jokingly say to fight him next. Which is just another way of him saying “you’re actually making me fall in love with you.”

He would NOT forget that fight of yours ever. Sometimes when he tries to take a nap, he likes to envision how attractive you looked in that fight.

He definetly respected you before, but now his respect towards you increased by thousands.

Sanji

“Y/N-swaan, punch me next <3”

Sanji.exe stopped working

He’d probably be midst in a fight, then he’d turn around for a second to catch you in his sight. The torn bloody clothes were enough for him to drop the cigarette between his mouth.

He’d probably tell his enemy to shut up and let him watch the fight in peace.

Would be supportive 100%. Like he’d be yelling as if he were in an audience.

Would make a fan chant. Like duh, he’s your number 1 Fan

After the fight he’d make an extra special meal for you, saying how you “fought so hard” to deserve it. (The other crew members wont even get to taste a single drop, he’ll make sure of it)

He’d probably randomly ask you to hit him afterwards. I feel like he’d be into that 💀.

Ace

“That’s so hot. Not me, I mean you.”

If it’s the first time he’s seeing you beat up an enemy, he’d be flabbergasted. Is there something you can’t do at this point ??

He’d quietly watch you, with a wide grin. Once you’re done and turn around to face him, the coolness in him fades away. Your serious face and the scarred clothes swoon him instantly, and his face turns pretty red.

Poor man would be stuttering and struggling to even get a word out. He’d catch a chance and treat you out to dinner though. Not before checking in with a doctor to see if you have any severe wounds.

He loves the fact that you’re such a strong and independent woman. Just thinking about it makes his stomach turn 360 degrees.

He knows you can protect yourself, but if you somehow still get hurt, he’ll turn MAD mad. He’d skewer whoever hurt you for dinner.

100 % will praise you after beating an enemy as a boyfriend. Sometimes he’ll hug you and fall asleep with his face on your shoulder whilst praising you, so he’ll mumble some words like “well done princess” WHILE HES SLEEPING, IN A FIGHT. that definetly confuses most enemies that are supposed to be fighting with ace at that moment.

Loves imagining you saving him from a fight. He’d be staring holes at the kitchen counter just thinking about it.

The type of guy to just sit back and watch others getting their ass beaten by his girlfriend for fun.

[yawarakaizai]

Could I Request Jouno with a quiet People pleaser that'd be so cute ngl >-<I'll leave the rest up to you, and how you see fit hehe

RECIPITENT Jouno Saigiku (BSD) NOTE omg ,,,..... so many things to say , , ,.. ... ... jouno is so aaaa aaaaaaAAA <3333 i love h im

Note; fluff! gn reader (they/them), overprotective jouno

we all know that jouno is a big tease to his peers. you weren't an exception to his regular 'insults' and remarks.

what confused him the most is how you'd never bite back.

when you first joined the hunting dogs, you were naturally a reserved and quiet person.

he'd try to bug you, but you never really budged in the way he'd expect.

you take every insult with a nod and unbothered, gracious smile.

jouno began to feel bad. he pitied you for what he thought was you being oblivious when in truth - you thought that he wouldn't like to see you genuinely hurt by his remarks.

against all odds, you two fell in love rather quickly.

to simplify it ; you fell first but he fell harder.

jouno didn't have any previous relationship experience so it was DIFFICULT to figure out his emotions. he had to go to the other members for help.

tecchou was as equally dumb if not dumber than him when it came to love. teruko began to blackmail him, threatening to tell you about his crush before he even had a chance to confess. fukuchi, well.. he was too drunk to give any proper advice. jouno found he was able to confide in tachihara who suggested he take you out somewhere nice and tell you straight-forwardly about how he felt.

and so, he did just that. taking you out to a lavish restaurant by the sea, you were amazed at the thought jouno would even do this much for you.

you were even more amazed when he took you out on the pier with the night sky hanging above and got down on one knee, presenting you with a ring as he confessed his overdue romantic attraction towards you.

bashfully, you informed him,

" ...jouno, that's for marriage. "

he's immediately like &^!*(£*&?@? NO!! I knew that. duh, I obviously knew that!!

you're giggling at his cover-up and shut him up by getting down as well and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

he lost it.

for the first time in his life, jouno was so stupidly in love!

he treasures you like gold, like a princess, like treasure, oohhh you are so so spoiled and prized by him!

on a mission his last victim just barely alive vomiting blood by jouno's shoes as they claw desperately for his mercy, then he just,, ''would you like to see my cute s/o?'' the guy is so confused. does he say no? but if he says yes and sucks up to jouno, maybe he'd be spared! jouno goes ahead and turns his phone screen to the bloodied man, showing him his lock screen - a selfie of you and jouno that you insisted was worthy of having as wallpaper. times like that made jouno wish he could see, but nevertheless, " aren't we just the cutest? " with a nervous gulp, the criminal would nod his head rapidly. " yeah! " he'd agree with jouno, unable to care less, really. " they're adorable, yeah! you're a lucky man! " jouno grinned, straightening his posture to tuck his phone away. " i really am a lucky man. a nice one, as well. " he put his sword away much to the relief of the man below. " i gave you the privilege of looking at an angel from the heaven you'll never reach. " jouno had switched his sword for a gun.

you were such a kind person. jouno thought you were a bit too soft and way too forgiving for your own good.

when he'd tease you, he'd KNOW when he went too far, but he was so confused when you wouldn't be upset. at least not visibily.

he could sense that your body would deflate in quiet sadness at some certain joke, but you'd never say anything about it.

you kept your feelings to yourself and soon enough he found out it was because you didn't want to upset him by telling him his humour wasn't right for you.

the day he approached you about it, his heart broke hearing you sob as you were uncertain with how to set boundaries properly.

you were always a ''i don't mind, if you wanna!'' person, letting others push you around and use you how they pleased.

since that confrontation, jouno was always sure to be gentle with you.

he'd still tease you every now and then, but he'd compliment you so, so much.

when you'd oversleep, he'd wake you up by peppering kisses all over your face instead of his past pulling-the-covers-off-and-opening-the-blinds routine.

although jouno still can't fully grasp the concept of a 'people-pleaser', he feared that you were scared of him or at least had been scared of him which made you unable to approach him about your dislike for his mean behaviour.

after that, he was able to spot more instances where you'd allow yourself be taken like a dumb doll by others.

when people would boss you around and you'd comply obediently.

no. he didn't approve of that.

while he'd happily threaten others - with you, he'd sit you down and warn you that your kindness can be exploited.

you were always too afraid to tell people 'no', so jouno would begin to teach you how. steadily, of course!

no one was going to take advantage of you, not with him around.

he cares so much for you, he's such a sweet bf to have, looking out for you.

plus, it was so funny that he - a sadistic, cruel, extroverted ex-criminal had a sweet, shy partner by his side!

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 406: Secret Menu Hero Name

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was all “NOT EVEN DEATH ITSELF CAN STOP ME!!!” and saved All Might so easily and spectacularly that it immediately became clear why Horikoshi had to keep him on ice for fourteen months straight. All Might was all “thanks for the assist Bakugou-shounen, now please allow me to show my gratitude by lending you my SWEETASS ROBOT ARM that nearly gave makeste a fucking heart attack when she saw it, HOLY SHIT.” Kacchan was all “I JUST LIKE TO SMILE, SMILING’S MY FAVORITE” and he smiled the BIGGEST EVER and indeed has literally not STOPPED smiling ever since, and my heart is warm. <3333

Today on BnHA: A jubilant menace stirs in the air. A chill runs down Kid For One’s spine. A sudden crash behind him. He whirls around, only to be met with the face of Chaos itself in all its raucous glory. The boy is relentless. His pursuit, unending. His blows, unyielding. And his mirth, as perplexing as it is petrifying. What the fuck. Why won’t he stop laughing. He’s laughing. Horikoshi is laughing. The readers are all laughing. You’re laughing. Kid For One is shitting his pants while this cackling sleep paralysis demon gleefully chips away at his frail sanity, one frenetic BOOM at a time. And you’re laughing. :|

doo de doo, don’t mind me, just gonna scroll past the first couple pages of this chapter so I don’t get spoiled for the outcomes of all the other mini-battles I haven’t finished catching up with yet :’)

though I already caught a glimpse of a bloodied-up Shouji before I realized what was happening, so unfortunately that particular cat is now out of the bag. can’t believe the suspense of whether or not Shouji would survive his fight is now completely ruined for me. can you even imagine how tense it would have been wondering whether or not Shouji would get killed off. ...and you know what, even as I type this, I’m realizing that this is really not the type of sarcasm that translates very well across the internet, lol. and even if it did, it could just as easily come across as “WOW, MAKESTE REALLY DOESN’T CARE ABOUT SHOUJI AT ALL, HUH” sarcasm, rather than the “it’s not that serious guys, it’s just that there’s no possible way Horikoshi could ever convince me that he was actually going to kill off one of the kids” sarcasm it was intended as! so yeah. you know what, I’m just going to shut up about all this now and move on. glad he’s okay though

so now back to the Main Character Battlefield, where Kacchan is currently having way too good of a time for someone who actually WAS killed off by Horikoshi fairly recently

All Might is all “he’s so fast!” and yeah he really is lol. ngl, I had a fair amount of Kacchan endgame theory stuff riding on his ability to meaningfully upgrade his speed, so all of this is very satisfying to hear! and to be fair, I do wonder how much of it is owed to the boost from Gearshift as opposed to Katsuki’s own newly acquired exploding bloodsweat. but I’d like to think that even without GS he’s still incredibly fucking fast at this point. like easily still a Top 3 BnHA Speedy Boi

well shit lol now Edgeshot is reminding everyone that even prior to his “death”, Kacchan was briefly able to surpass Tomura’s speed with his upgrade

well there you have it! so yeah, that basically confirms he’s currently even faster than All Might was at his peak. just a homicidal little comet casually zipping around all of these other slowpokes

lol

just for the record, I still have no clue how Kacchan’s bizarre new upgrade actually works, but I am fairly certain that sweat is NOT SUPPOSED TO EVER DO THAT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES

like seriously though Kacchan, doesn’t this hurt? like at all?

(ETA: hahahaha. ouch.)

well whatever!! if Tomura was able to bypass Erasure’s loopholes with all of his hand nonsense, then Kacchan’s sweat has my permission to zoom around inside his bloodstream and randomly explode inside him to somehow make him faster without actually harming him in any way, AND THAT’S FINE. the time for nitpicking ended roughly around the same time that a soft-spoken paracord man dove inside of him to forcefully restart his organs

LOL

“DON’T GET ME WRONG, I COULD EASILY KILL HIM ANY TIME I WANT! I JUST DON’T FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT RIGHT NOW, OKAY. THAT’S DEFINITELY WHAT IT IS, AND IT’S DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE HE JUST EXPLODED ME SO HARD THAT I SAW THE FOURTH DIMENSION”

meanwhile back in Dekutown it looks like Tomura has maybe finally broken free of his impromptu Blackwhip toddler leash

whatever man. how are you still not redeemed yet since I last saw you in chapter 369. you had like an entire year’s worth of chapters. get it together already!!

lol what in the actual fuck is “instadeath”

is this just a Funny Ha Ha fanscan way of referring to Decay?? or were there some additional Tomura quirk developments that I missed out on which were somehow even wilder than the infinityhands

Deku keeps saying that he’s for serious REALLY going to run out of Gearshifts now, but I don’t fucking believe a word this kid says tbh

it will be the “final one” once the fight is finally over, and not a moment sooner. if I know anything about Deku, which I do. and Gearshift, which to be fair I really don’t

-- oh, fuck yeah

what the hell is up with that swirly hand shit though, Kid For One. you better knock that off right now

OH MY GOD THIS FUCKING GUY FOR REAL THOUGH!!

:/ well at least this time you’re being ignored because he’s actually scared shitless of you. shh. don’t tell anyone

holy shit this chapter keeps hitting me with these random bits of information Destiel meme-style and it’s the wildest fucking thing

so while I did obviously clue in to the fact that something must have gone down in the Endeavor+Hawks+Toko+Jirou VS AFO battle, on account of AFO very clearly not being in Jakku anymore, I have not yet caught up to that part of the series, so I don’t actually know anyone’s status! hopefully they’re all alive and relatively unmaimed! although they very clearly failed at their One Job, but oh well

that being said, “AS STRONG AS DARK SHADOW” looooooool omg. DS what did you do. my boy left an impression. I cannot wait to read that, oh goodness

KFO YOU LITTLE TWERP, DIDN’T ANYONE EVER TELL YOU YOU SHOULDN’T LOOK DOWN ON OTHER PEOPLE OR ELSE YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE YOUR OWN WEAKNESSES

seems like someone ought to have told you that. could have spared you a lot of pain and agitation to come. more’s the pity

hee hee hee

hello there

so now my feral wolfchild is having a big internal monologue about how he’s finally mastered his new superquirk through the power of being an unrepentant masochist

fsdkfj. listen up Kid For One, he may be “nothing but a pebble”, but I promise you, if you could fucking hear this kid’s thought processes right now, you would already be halfway across the planet. living out the rest of your days in hiding while checking underneath your bed every night to make sure this little hobgoblin isn’t secretly waiting there to pounce at you

FSDLKFJSLDKJFL SDFLKWJEFLKWLF WLKJFLDKS

(ETA: you guys will never believe this but I found a sneak peak of the as-yet-unreleased soundtrack which will accompany this scene in season seven of the anime! SPOILER ALERT!!!)

ACTUAL GHOUL. I AM ACTUALLY SCREAMING. MY SON HAS BECOME GENUINE NIGHTMARE FUEL

THIS IS MY FAVORITE, FAVORITE, FAVORITE THING EVER YOU GUYS. HOLY SHIT. I CAN’T BREATHE OMFG

OUCH. HA! HAHA.

(ETA: once again, I know this sounds highly improbable, but I actually found some 100% authentic footage from the anime version of this scene! I’m telling ya. once this hits the airwaves minds are gonna be blown.)

HE IS THE “WHO” WHEN YOU CALL “WHO’S THERE”!!! HE IS THE WIND BLOWING THROUGH YOUR HAIR

you have to admit though, this really is the exact type of behavior you’d expect from someone who literally just got spat back out from the pits of hell

oh my god hold up what is this sudden tonal whiplash?

you guys I seriously had to sit back and take a deep breath and calm myself down for a moment, because Final Form Katsuki is just So Much. like actually just THE MOST. that I had to physically force myself to slow down and take these next few panels seriously and resist the urge to keep on making jokes about how CLEARLY EVEN HIS PARENTS ARE TERRIFIED. LOOK AT THEM. MASARU IS SOBBING AND MITSUKI’S HAND IS TREMBLING. IN THE WORLD’S MOST EPIC TWIST, AFO GOES DOWN ONLY TO BE REPLACED BY KACCHAN HIMSELF AS THE FINAL VILLAIN!!!

but yeah I had to stop and calm down from all of that because, oh. Masaru has his head in his hands. and Mitsuki’s trying to get him to turn around, but her hand really is shaking though. and it just really hit me that the two of them have spent the last... thirty minutes...?? swept up in the highs and lows of almost losing their child, and then getting him back, and then watching him be so strong and so good and SAVING ALL MIGHT and RESTORING EVERYONE’S HOPES AND DREAMS. and they must be so incredibly proud, but at the same time he’s still caught up in this fight, and the fight is still not over, and they know the tide could still turn again at any moment. and I can’t even imagine what that must be like. especially with them having already watched their son die once today

oh my god Horikoshi you cannot freaking do this to me!

goddammit. and now I’m all caught up in my Bakufam feels. DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI, THE MITSUKI TEARS WERE THE LOWEST OF BLOWS

and now Kid For One is once again whining about this “pebble” who’s pissing him off even worse than All Might. you love to see it!

OH MY GOD?!?!

oh my lord?! is it finally happening?? ARE WE FINALLY GETTING THAT SWEET, SWEET CONTEXT AT LONG LAST? WILL A MAN FINALLY HAVE A NAME??

-- Horikoshi I swear to god

YEAH NO SHIT. NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT, THEY DO KIND OF BEAR A RESEMBLANCE. YOU KNOW, IF YOU SQUINT

okay, color me intrigued. so that is indeed why AFO was crying when we previously saw this flashback! this is actually so interesting to me, because it’s literally the one and only time he’s ever shown real emotion outside of generic battle-related stuff (anger, shock, surprise, etc.)

so he says Kacchan pisses him off because he looks like Two. and every time he gets reminded of Two, he remembers how his brother died. and, I guess, made him feel sad for the first and probably last time ever???

holy shit, Kacchan was right

he really is AFO’s Final Boss. like even more than he realized

*~*~*OH MY GOD*~*~*

HOLY SHIT YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!

OFA DOS PARTIAL NAME REVEAL AT LONG LAST!! FULL NAME REVEAL AND ADDITIONAL FLASHBACKS TO FOLLOW NEXT WEEK...?? YES? MAYBE? PLEASE????

I swear to god, if Horikoshi deliberately kept Two’s quirk and name Top Secret for YEARS only for them BOTH to wind up NOT ACTUALLY BEING REMOTELY SPOILERY OR WORTH ANY KIND OF SUSPENSEFUL BUILD-UP IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER, I will. just sit here and be puzzled, I guess. lol. “sometimes I just like to fuck with people like that.” OKAY?? WELL GOOD JOB, THEN??

“Kacchan of the Bakugous” was so out of left field and I am grinning so, so hard right now. BAKUGOU NO KACCHAN. that’s officially the second Heroes Rising reference in as many chapters! sure feels like A Certain Mangaka is building up to a Certain Reveal about SOMEBODY maybe possibly still having SOMETHING which will remain unnamed for now, but which rhymes with “done for mall”! and that’s all I’m gonna say about that

except that it’s not, because I’d be lying if I said I didn’t also have fifteen other entirely different emotions about him proudly introducing himself to AFO not as Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, but as someone even more powerful. “BEHOLD, it is none other than I... Kacchan!!! ( •̀ ᴗ •́ )و lolo get fucked you big dumb fart”

heh. but seriously. just me sitting here basking in the fact that he uses the name Deku gave him. the fact that he decides not to go with his formidable, much-agonized-over hero name in this one moment, but instead chooses to use a far more terrifying moniker, even if AFO doesn’t realize the significance. because Dynamight is a hero, yes. one of the very greatest and strongest!

but Kacchan? Kacchan is the boy with a dream. Kacchan is the boisterous child laughing at the danger, unafraid of the challenge. smiling in the face of the tallest wall. Deku’s motherfucking Image of Victory. hahahahaha. ouch

anyway so yeah! what a chapter. this may have actually derailed me because now my brain just wants to write a bunch of character metas even though I STILL HAVE THIRTY MORE CHAPTERS TO READ. and not to mention I still have to actually post all of them as well lol. but whatever! we’ll make it work. long live Kacchan of the Bakugous, and may his Secret Menu Hero Name always strike fear in the hearts of his enemies

[imperfection-in-one-human]

The odd one.

Tav x Everyone

Warnings: depressions ; self harming behaviour ; bad english ; bad written lol ; im not good at writing endings ngl ; self doubts ; thoughts about suicide and even mentions ; descriptions of wounds ; teeny tiny bit of fluff ; drama ; angst ; idk poly relationship?

Note: hello everyone who thinks this is gonna be good lol. Its just a little drabble i really wanted to write but thats like my first fic/drabble ever so please be kind :') still i hope you enjoy that small thingy. Also i used they/them as tavs pronouns and theres no specific description to their look. Also there might be typos etc. English is not my native language!

If someone has to describe tav than they would probably take the word "odd". Odd because they were so clumsy that it was nothing new when they tripped over their own feet or stumble right into a trap, indicators where most started to think that they're absolutely not capable of fighting or at least not being good at it. Most would think that they're just gonna stumble into sword, or spells, and call it a day. But, much to everyones suprises, it wasnt like that. Tav was rather good at slaying things, beheading goblins or punch someone so hard that they're loosing foot - they were even good at taking hits until their nose run bloody and their lips were chapped, even bruised. The description of "odd' was perfect for them and still, it seems that there were even more things about them that made them so weird. Not only had they a habit of not treating their wounds probably, no, they also tried to downplay them and saying that they are not as bad as you think it is. Even when shadowheart tried to heal a claffing wound on their arm they just tried to get away from her healing spell - something about "dont waste it in me shadowheart, keep it until someone really needs it. Wyll got wounded too". It was weird but no one really questioned it, they shoved it onto the fact that tav was indeed a very selfless person. Always trying to do something good or even trying to give most of their being to people so that they didnt have to suffer - may it be a healing potion, a weapon or even the safe space behind a wall. Tav would always give up things like that, taking hits for every companion they got ans smile at them afterwards with reassuring words because "it doesnt hurt that much! Dont you worry!"

It was only time later when they found out the truth and its all because of that artist. Someone who they thought they're never gonna see ever again but here he was with a ghost in front of him and said ghost was just so mad at him that everyone was ready again to fight but instead they got to hear the whole story and when the ghost said why she was dead tavs eyes got dull for a second.

A second where it felt as if the ocean crashed right onto them, waves of unspoken sadness and a hidden longing no one wanted a admit, tidal waves who threaten to consume every last single bit of them, swallowing them whole and keeping them right into their embrace. It was as if someone spoke the right words for a curse to be lifted, a lingering curse everyone knew that it existed but no one wanted to admit. It was only then where everyone kind of knew why tav did things the way they did, why they never quite let their wounds heal or reopening them again in a battle. Why they never quite cared enough about themself to even try to heal anything about them. Why they never really took onto the pretty words everyone said to them in and out of camp, why they shied away from any ounce of love even though every single one loved them with such a burning passion that it would burn them and they would happily accept it. They would love to crumble under that heat and still they never really got it, of course they exchanged small little affecrionate gestures like hugs, cuddles or kisses on the cheek but it never seemed to go further than that. They knew that their tav was in shatters and pieces, still they tried to but them back together.. it just seemed that they never quite made it. As if it they were million miles away even though tav was right infront of them. Still that didnt stopped any of them to express their love for their leader, there was still hope that one day they would get into that broken little heart. Maybe they just needed time? Maybe love wouldnt heal them completely?

Maybe everything came into a full picture right here and then even though it was just a small second. After that incident everyone went back to camp where the inevitable came - all of them wanted to know what was going on but no one really dared to ask. It was such a delicate topic, they were scared that their beloved leader would built up even more walls, what they didnt know was the fact how much tavs heart ached - how much they yearned for the love they could have and even the relationship what was right infront of them. The only thing holding them back was fear. Fear that every single of them would see them as they see themself. That they would leave them with their heart in their hands and crush it like fallen leaves from a tree. They were so love and touched starved sometimes it felt like they were going crazy! They wanted all of this to be real and still there was a small voice in their heads telling them that they deserved none of this, that they are not important enough that someone would even care when they were gone. Just died in a battle or got swept away from the absolute. That all of them just love them because they were travelling together and as soon as the journey ends they going seperate ways. Astarion would live the life he wanted, karlach would get her own small home again, laezel fullfilling her wish of ascending, wyll roaming the coast, gale going back to tara and his tower, shadowheart living with her parents and halsin going back into the shadowlands so he can be with his old and beloved friend. That sounded real. That sounded like it would happen and not their little dream of living with them until death itselfs collects them. Still.. they dreamed about that little fantasy everyday, selfishly wanting that and nothing more. Just living in peace with every person they love.. then why does their heart hurt so much as soon as they're showing love for them? Is it too good to be true? Were they scared? Probably everything of the above.

So they really needed to talk to them all of them. And they're gonna do that, letting all of them into that broken heart of theirs and allowing themself to be happy?

... maybe if they let a little bit of sunshine into their pierced heart they may allow themself to dream a little longer with the. To accept the love they wanted to give. Maybe it wasnt such a bad wish after all?

[minihotdog]

Stay a Wee Longer

Pairing: Soap x Medic!OC (Sergeant Lynn)

Summary: Soap ends up needing to be stitched up and is happy that the person doing it is so purdy

a/n: I actually like this fic ngl

c/w: poor understanding of medicine and the medical field, blood, wounds, mentions of dropping babies, saying too damn much while high off pain meds, a cutie patootie so cute it makes me wanna explode, too much smiling.

Word Count: 10k

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You raced down the hallways of the small med bay alongside the medic you were turning over as he filled you in on the current influx of patients.

“We just got a wave of task force in the bay. You know what that means.” Reed sings at the end of his statement. 

“Trouble.” Your words are dry, already exhausted from imagining the day ahead. “Yes, ma’am!” He exclaims in agreement.

When the task force was back in town it meant everyone had their work cut out for them. All sorts of injuries would come through, many needing immediate care.

“Your first patient is Sergeant Mactavish. Ooooh, he’s cute.” Reed gasps, peaking at the patient chart before handing the clipboard to you. “You should really make a move.”

“What’s wrong with him?” You ignore his remark. 

Reed rolls his eyes at your attempt to deflect. 

“Laceration, Left pectoral muscle. Bleeding is minimal, large improvement from earlier.”

“Yeah, rog.” 

“If you don’t make a move on him then I will. Give me his file back.” He says while faking taking the clipboard from you desperately.

“Reed! I swear!” You finally break, smirking at your friend. He laughs before you both head in opposite directions.

You reach an unmarked door, a room reserved for more secretive guests. You knock before entering and greet an apprentice cleaning up a mess of bloody gauze.

“Thank you, I’ll take it from here.”

The apprentice nods and leaves. You feel a pair of eyes on you while taking another peek at the patient’s chart before speaking. 

“Hello, Sergeant Mactavish, how are you this morning?” You brace for a sarcastic or angry response only to be met with a genuine “Oh, I'm quite lovely.”

Your eyes dart from the chart to him in surprise. His baby blues staring back at you. You’d ask patients how they were, even when they were obviously in pain, it allowed you to gauge how well they may cooperate during the treatment. Usually, the response would be along the lines of “fuck off” or “what do you think?” Yet here he sat with a slight smile tugging at one side of his lips and a dazed look.

“What’s yer name, bonnie?” His eyes were tired, dark circles clung to them as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. 

“I’m Sergeant Lynn. I’ll be tending to you today.” 

He gives you a proper smile, his eyes nearly closing in the process,

“Good tae meet ye, Sergeant Lynn.”

You notice the scar on his chin and recall his lengthy medical history in the chart,

“You sure do get hurt a lot, don’t you?”

He continues grinning, “Aye, I’m awfully good at that.”

You take a seat on the rolling chair next to the hospital bed where he lies. Your eyes give him a once over looking for any other obvious injuries. He’s lying shirtless, his camo pants splotched with blood here and there. He has a small patch of chest hair and a Scottish flag tattooed over his heart, and old scars litter his torso and arms. Your cheeks felt warm at the sight of his physique, it was obvious that this man loved the gym as much as life itself.

You mentally tell yourself to keep it together as you put your gloves on and begin removing the bloody bandage placed on his chest to help stop any bleeding he still had. His wound still oozes out a slow stream of blood traveling down his chest and slowing at his abdomen. You wipe up the blood with gauze, feeling his muscles contract under your touch. He doesn’t seem to care that he’s bleeding, his gaze fixated on you.

“I’m happy yer the one lookin’  after me today.”

“Oh yeah, why’s that?” You glance up at him quickly before continuing to examine the wound and its depth.

“Yer the most beautiful woman I’ve set eyes on in a long time. And I’m no sayin’ that ‘cause I’ve been starin’ at ma teammate’s ugly mug fir months.” His words occasionally blend together in a messy slur.

You felt a little embarrassed by his compliment. It wasn’t the most appropriate time for you to be receiving one. He was bleeding, wounded, and your eyes trying so desperately to not gawk at his bare chest or stare back into his captivating eyes.

“Thank you, sergeant. I assume the pain medication you’ve been given is working well.”

“Ye assumed correctly, but I still hae some discomfort.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, I’ll up the dose for you.” You quickly reach over him turning a dial on his dropper, the liquid beginning to drop more frequently. Soap notices your sweet-smelling perfume at the brief proximity and he lets his head drop back on the bed, eyes shut trying to savor it. The cool liquid entering his arm through an IV causes him to sigh and you assume he’s feeling the effects of the medication a little more, relaxing even further into the bed but once again he looks at you, this time with the softest eyes making your heart jump at the sight.

“Could you state your name and date of birth for me? Gotta ask before I do anything.”

“As ye wish. John Mactavish, January 12, 1996.”

You thank him quietly and continue trying to clean his wound and stop the little bleeding that is still present.

“A winter baby, huh? I heard they’re the happiest little things.”

“Aye? Where did ye hear that?”

You toss the used gauze into a small bin on your work table. “It’s an old wives tale.” Your lips form a downturned smile. “I used to deliver babies. The old midwives always had the darndest things to say.”

He chuckles sweetly, “Ah wonder if it’s true.”

“Me too. Unfortunately. I only saw the babies when they were born. Never got the chance to catch up.” You find yourself chuckling alongside him. You were certain a tint of pink had found its place on your cheeks. 

“It must be a wonderful experience tae see the birth o’ a wean.”

You pause looking up at him with your eyebrows raised. He recognizes the look he gets almost daily from his teammates and translates, “A baby.”

You grab your suture and begin stitching the wound shut.

“It is. Sometimes it feels like a game of Russian Roulette, sometimes you get an easy delivery.” Your lip twitches downward, “Other times it all goes to shit. You don’t know what to expect, but with time it becomes a sixth sense.” You dab his wound with some gauze before continuing. “Most people don’t realize how hard birth actually is, or the risks. People think it’s easy because you might have the organs for it, but it often doesn’t go as planned.”

He listens to you attentively, his eyes go from the ceiling to you and back to the ceiling.

“Why did ye leave that work? Ye sound passionate.”

“Well, you can only drop so many babies before they send you running for the hills.” You joke, hoping he picks up on it instead of believing you were some serial baby dropper. His laughter fills the small room, the sound almost boyish but laced with the deep bass of his voice. You can tell he probably needed a laugh after the pain he’d endured. 

“Ye hae a great sense o’ humour, sergeant.” His laughter dies down and he looks at you for the thousandth time. “Seriously, why did ye stop?”

You sigh, “I wanted a little more… Pizzazz?” The word sounded more like a question, you weren’t sure if it truly explained how you felt.

“…Pizzazz?” He repeats with a snicker falling from his lips. He tilts his head at you, his eyebrows raised in amusement. You look up at him with a spark in your eye that he can’t explain. “I wanted more chaos, more variety, heart-pounding work.”

“Hmm.” In a way he understood.

“When I woke up this morning, I had no idea what I’d be doing. Here I am stitching up a handsome Scotsman and tomorrow…” You shrug, “Maybe a rookie will come in with their fingers in an ice chest after a Roman candle fight. Who knows?”

He chortles, partially from you calling him handsome and from remembering his days of being a mentor to the rookies of his old unit before the SAS and Task Force. He’d received countless phone calls in the dead of night being informed that his troops were out raising hell. A rookie’s life was hell, but without responsibility, the blame would fall on whatever poor soul was listed as their supervisor. 

“That mean ye work well under stress?”

“Something like that.” Your words trail off focusing a little harder on the intricate parts of the stitch. “What made you want your crazy-ass job?”

“The adrenaline is mental, but I get tae do something rewardin’. I’m proud tae protect folk, even frae dangers they dinnae know exist.” He hisses slightly at the end of his sentence. You stop, waiting for him to recuperate. He gives you a reassuring look before you continue. “What made ye wan’ tae be a medic?”

“I like helping people, even if they fight back half the time.” You go quiet for a few seconds. “Also, some rotten girl I went to school with said she wanted to be one as well and I said I could do it better.”

“Haha, ye seem like the competitive type.” His tongue darts out to wet his chapped lips. Your eyes retreat back to his chest, and you chew on your lip trying to calm yourself. 

“I’m sure ye’d kick her arse at this a thoosand times o’er. I can see ye pit a lot o’ love intae yer work.”

“I do what I can.” You wink at him playfully. It was now his turn to blush, he was thankful that the scruff he’d grown the last two days was there to camouflage it. Cannae let a bonnie lassie see ye like this, John

“Alright, Sergeant Mactavish. You’re all stitched up and ready to go. Please take it easy until it heals. And please no Roman candle fights.” You warn while placing your tools on the small table to your side. 

He laughs heartily, “Thae days are long behind me.”

“I’ll have an apprentice come to take out your IV and if you have an escort you can leave immediately.”

“Thank ye. I suppose it’s better tae be safe than sorry. Even though I reckon I could handle it.” His large hand comes up to scratch his scruff. His bicep contracts in what he thinks is a natural movement. You mentally roll your eyes at his innocent peacocking. If he hadn’t been so delightful, you’d have written him off as another sweet-talking womanizer you’d encountered from the special forces. 

“Maybe you would manage just fine but every precaution comes about because the unthinkable has happened.” You clean up your station, disposing of your gloves. 

“Do you need anything before I leave?”

“Tae be honest, I’d like if ye stayed a wee bit longer and humored a poor injured man.”

You shake your head at him with a smirk. Your pager cuts you off before you have a chance to respond. “I’d love to stay but I have to run.” You take out a notepad, scribble on it and hand it to him. Your soft hands graze his calloused ones. “Here you go, darlin’.” You shoot him a smile and he gladly returns one before you scurry off leaving him alone in the room. He looks at the piece of paper realizing you’d given him your phone number. A big smile spreads on his face, red finally peeking out from behind his facial hair. Oh, Johnny lad ye hae ootwitted yersel!

[yawnjzznn]

“are you hurt?”

txt’s reaction when you fall down

• pairing: txt x reader humour

• warnings: injury, swearing, mentions of blood

• i’m open to requests!!

soobin 🐰:

• very dramatic— like, really dramatic.

• you accidentally fell on the way to your usual meet up spot where he’d wait for you so you guys could walk to school together.

• when he sees you walking up to him while dragging your other feet, his golly smile probably fades into a frown layered with a worried expression.

• rushes over to you and grabs your hand— checking your face for some reason even though you’re limping over to him..

• “are you okay? are you hurt? what happened?” his words can’t keep up with the thoughts in his mind as he squats down to check your injured leg.

• even though you try and insist that you’re fine, he’ll probably drag you (carefully) over to a nearby bench and sit you down, pointing a finger at you and telling you to wait with a stern voice even though you can clearly see the worry in his face.

• he takes about 5 minutes to come back with a plastic bag in his hands, jogging back over to you urgently.

• “what happened?” he asks while getting on one knee, inspecting your red ankle, a little scrapped and bloody.

• you sheepishly giggle, embarrassed, “i fell cause i forgot to tie my shoelace..”

• literally pauses and deadpans, lifting his head up slowly to look at you, “how many times have i reminded you to tie your shoes?”

• he cleans it up carefully, handling you with so much care and acting as if your leg was a glass piece— so fragile in his hands.

• he’d finish it off by bandaging your leg with a cute pink bandage, huffing when he’s done.

“sorry..” you mumbled, looking away a little guilty, hands balled up on your knees.

“it’s okay.” he sighed, sitting beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning down slightly to match eye level, “just stop forgetting to tie them.. you do this everytime..”

“.. that was once.”

“thrice.”

“okayyy but i realllyyy don’t mean to..” you whined, turning your head to look at him, pouting.

“awwwww babyyyy it’s okayyyy,” he mocked you mirroring your pout, pulling his arm away to cup your cheeks, squishing them in the process.

• you guys ended up being late for school since you were limping all the way.

• he didn’t mind though, before reaching school grounds he placed a kiss on the top of your head, telling you to: “be more careful next timeee, okay?”

yeonjun 🦊:

• ngl would probably laugh out loud.

• the sight of you falling down in gym class was so hilarious to him.

• it was P.E class, and the teacher had assigned free time for 10 minutes. yeonjun thought it was a great idea to play basketball with you— that was until he was dribbling, telling you to guard him and you tried to— but fell in the process due to him playing around and trolling you.

• he would definitely gasp as soon as you hit the ground, slapping a hand over his mouth and letting go of the basketball in his hand.

• he didn’t start laughing— not yet even though you looked like a starfish sprawled out on the ocean floor with the way you just stayed face flat on the floor, not moving due to embarrassment.

• he’d start laughing when the ball he had let go of previously bounced onto your back— making you flinch before resuming your position.

• his laughter was so loud and contagious even his friends started laughing despite not even being included.

• he’d continue laughing, practically rolling on the floor, slapping it.

• bro would laugh for a good minute before actually going to help you.

• still giggly and with a golly smile, he’d reach over and tap you cautiously, biting back laughs, “a.. are you.. o-okay?..”

• seeing that you didn’t react, he squatted down, continuing to poke you, “i’m.. s-sorry..” he���d literally be stuttering because of how hard he tried to not laugh.

• the teacher probably noticed the commotion, walking over with a stunned look on her face, “is she okay?” she asked, pointing at you.

• “no.. can i take her to the nurse?” yeonjun would ask with such a giddy smile.

• with the teacher approval, he’d carry you on his back, giggling the whole way to the nurse’s office— up until he set you on the bed.

• the nurse is ready to attend to you, kicking him out but before he leaves, he’d bend down to your height and kiss your forehead, “sorry baby.”

• even though he apologized you can still hear his laughter as he turns the corner of the hallway, far away from the office.

beomgyu 🧸:

• he would also laugh out loud tbh..

• during break, he followed you outside to where you’d left your phone— in the outdoor field.

• would probably be on his phone gaming while trailing behind you— then he hears a grunt and a sound.

• he peeks over his phone, unable to find your figure until he looks down— and there you are, on your knees and hunched over.

• he’d laugh so obnoxiously, snapping photos of you while doing so— doing the most and going as far to slap his knee…

• “that was so funny!!” he’d yell through laughter, wheezing at this point.

• you turn behind to look at him, glaring but he can’t even see it— too busy laughing his ass off at a normal fall.

• “i just heard a thump and you’re on the floor!!” he’d struggle to speak, words airy and giggly.

• you’re so tired of his shit. you stand up and walk over to where you think your phone is, ignoring him trailing behind you slowly, struggling to walk.

• you swear you can hear his laughter echo in this outdoor area, so loud and clear.

• he’d probably show those pictures to your family, or send it to the group chat you both are in.

taehyun 🐿️:

• takes it seriously unlike the other three..

• even though he’d be giggling on the inside, he’d quickly rush to your aid, accidentally letting out fits of laughter but covering it up with coughs.

• you were outside, walking around a park with his cat.

• you’re the one holding the leash, and maybe his cat was feeling extra silly today. it ran in slight circles, going unnoticed to you until you trip over the leash that’s now tangled up with your feet.

• you’d try and stop the fall— but instead you just fell on your knees, hurting it more.

• luckily you fell on grass and not harsh concrete— if that were the case, taehyun would’ve taken it more seriously.

• he’d just gasp loudly, like an actual audible gasp, “.. are.. are you.. okay?..”

• you stay silent in embarrassment.

• bro would start scolding his cat to try and make you feel more comfortable.

• would squish his cats face gently, “why would you do that to her?” he’d scold with the softest high pitch voice.

• after his little session, he’d rush over to you, sitting you down on the grass to check your knees.

• he’d rub the dirt on your knees off with his hands, not minding the mud and soil, cleaning it off as best as he can while biting on his bottom lip, so obviously trying not to laugh.

• you’d notice, obviously, and sigh, “.. you can laugh.”

• he’s so shocked when you say that, pauses and looks up at you with the most hurt and guilty expression on his face, “i- i would never..”

• “you just laughed..”

• “i didn’t!” he’d try and defend himself so hard knowing damn well..

• after cleaning it off, he’d try and make his cat apologize to you— pointing at it accusingly, “apologize to her!”

• “it’s okay.. it’s just a cute cat.” you’d sigh, patting it.

• he’d feel so bad and make your favourite meal right after

huening kai 🐧:

• he’d giggle at first, like an evil, “MWAHAHA,” type shit

• watching you fall while trying to jump rope at home was probably the highlight of his month.

• the type to move back and forth while laughing, literally saying, “HA. HA. HA.”

• you’d try and recover from the fall, distraught yourself from the embarrassment.

• after he calms down, he’d tend to you, making sure you didn’t have any serious injuries.

• “you okay?” he’d ask through giggles.

• “.. don’t let me jump rope ever again.. okay?” you’d sigh, staring at him in betrayal as if he was the one that pushed you.

• “the way you fell.. your knees literally bent.” he’d go into details and embarrass you further, making himself laugh even louder and more than just now.

• he feels bad after, placing you onto the corner of the couch, placing a soft blanket over you and tucking you in, surrounding you with his plushies.

• bro would tend to every need, making sure you get everything you want.

• would watch you slowly fall asleep— feeling more guiltier for some reason.

• he’d wake you up, whispering a little, “im sorry.”

• would hug you to sleep and feel better

[writermask-0807]

vlad tepes dracula x reader {“love me soft, and love me slow.”}

A/N: im a puddle of goo for sad vlad and this is the product of that. ngl, im honestly actually proud of this fic and wow isn't that new?? (the world must be ending) anyways I hope yall enjoy!!

Warnings: ooc vlad, uhhh pining, sort of, and angst?? but with a happy ending (?), so dont worry! just my poor bby grieving ig (he deserves better 😭)

He doesn’t know how to say it.

It doesn’t matter how long he’s thought of it, how long the words have been lingering, just on the tip of his tongue, only half a kiss away from being confessed against your mouth, his fingers tangled in your hair- a raw, vulnerable permanence to whatever - whatever this is, whatever this he has with you.

He doesn’t dare to call it love, although it is what it is- love in the curve of your lips and the shine of your eyes; soft, tender love in the gentleness of your hands when you hold him, love, tender and soft in your brushing kisses and your pretty smiles, etched deep into the ancient floors and walls of his castle, a place warmed once more by your presence and your love, a place he can call home once more.

It’s love, and he’s sure the both of you know it is, but -

Vlad Tepes Dracula does not know how to tell you he loves you, and he’s not even sure if he wants to—and he doesn’t want to admit it, because then it will mean that it’s real, that this is actually happening—because he’s afraid. No amount of denying will take it back, not when the truth is so terrifyingly, blatantly obvious, a laughing mockery in his face.

Love has not been kind to him. He had loved Lisa, true and with all of his heart (or what was left anyway), and it had torn him apart, it had unraveled him at the seams and it had left him wounded and bleeding. It had left an empty, bloodied cavern in his chest, and it had bruised him black and blue with anger and grief. Love has not been kind to him, and yet here he is again, afraid of it and yet so deeply, desperately, pathetically in love anyway.

It’s almost laughable- how far the great Vlad Tepes Dracula, King of Vampires, has fallen from grace, but here he is, finding something suspiciously like happiness in that endearing way you laugh, in the way it makes your eyes crease at the corners like half-moons, your dimples curving.

Starlight gleams on your skin and the color of your eyes when you open them, lashes fluttering, feeling his gaze, and you’re so achingly beautiful like this—the midnight breeze in your hair, the moonlight shimmering on your skin, the gentle lilt of your laughter, and that soft, tender love in your eyes—and all he wants to do is cradle you close, hold you to his chest and tell you that the heart inside, as broken and black and withered as it is, beats for you and you only, and he longs for it so much that the very thought of anything else aches.

“Vlad, are you alright?” you ask, leaning in, concern in your frown as you peer searchingly at him, a delicate hand coming to cup his cheek; and this close he can smell the sweetness of your scent of lavender and cinnamon, see the galaxies of stars in your wide, beautiful eyes, feel the softness of your skin if he chooses to reach out.

And he does, curls an arm around your waist and steals a kiss, achingly tender and soft, reveling in the way you melt unthinkingly into it, into him - and he should really tell you to be careful, that he could hurt you - he’s selfish. Always has been, and with you around, he thinks he always will be.

“I’m fine, dearest. Just thinking.” He breathes into your hair, presses a kiss to your temple, cradling you close, and there must be some somber quality to his voice, or maybe it’s the mournful sigh that accompanies his words that does it, but he thinks you know, in that moment - he thinks you understand in the way you soften into his embrace, arms winding around his neck and pulling him closer—if even possible—into your warmth.

“It’s okay, you know. We’re gonna be okay.”

You murmur in his ear, leaving a soft kiss to the side of his jaw, before you tuck your head in the crook of his neck, and god, he loves you. He just can’t say it yet. And despite the tears that pearl in the corners of his eyes, he thinks that that’s okay. He’s bruised black and blue by a burnt out anger and resignation and grief, and he needs time to heal but you understand and it’s okay. There’s nothing more he can ask for, and while love hasn’t been kind to him, Vlad thinks another chance is worth it if it means having you in his arms like this again.

FIN-

[jackwolfes]

demigodbeautiies' end of 2023 grishaverse fic rec list ✨

this list is a selection of grishaverse fics i read and enjoyed in 2023! i've also had the absolute pleasure of getting to know a lot of these writers and hope you enjoy any of these fics if you give them a read 😊

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spring cleaning by CSHfic and VSfic: G, Gen. Nina and Jesper help Wylan redecorate. i'm such a sucker for post-canon fics and this is a very very sweet one

put up with the rain by tepesh (@voidfishersong) : T, Gen. Kaz and Inej learn something about Jesper. tastiest fabrikator reveal fic i've ever bloody read

those who pull us free by @the-jennnster: M, Wesper/Gen, hurt/comfort. Wylan deals with nightmares. super artfully written, short and sweet and the right kind of painful.

like gravity by @basicbard : M, Wesper, angst with light smut. Super beautifully written

the open door invites the thief by thegoldenkneazle (@wylanvanfeck): M, Kanej/Gen. Wylan ends up in the midst of something he shouldn't, shenanigans ensue.

when crows blush by talking-crow (@six-of-crows-hyperfixation): E, Wesper, Smut. Wesper work in an office together and fuck around. super fun, super hot.

the pleasures of altruism by dimtraces (@doorsclosingslowly): E, Kazper, Smut. look me in the eye and tell me jesper WOULDN'T fabrikate a fucking machine for his best friend

bite my lips (lover red) by the_lady_king: E, Wesper, Smut. i just think it's really fun and really hot so it's going on the list.

contrast ratio by anonymous: E, Wesper, Smut. Jesper and Wylan have fun with hidden cameras. i wont lie this fic rewired my brain a bit in a very, very fun way.

holiest thing i know by @chaosride: E, Wesper, A/B/O. omegaverse can be a bit of a marmite trope but this fic in particular plays around with ketterdam's worldbuilding in a very intriguing, well done way and it's also just really hot i'm ngl

screw top rose by calicomma: E, Wesper, trans!Wylan. impeccable tender domestic romance vibes.

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and the shameless self promo zone below because i've written a lot of things i'm very, very proud of this year 💖

a choice of two locked doors: M, Wesper, arranged marriage au. my current magnum opus and general baby, incredibly proud with the way this turned out.

the bed we loved in: M, Wesper, immediately post canon hurt/comfort. just, very pleased with the vibes of it.

not just girls: E, Wesper, trans!Wylan character study. really gratified with how much this seems to have meant to people.

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‼️‼️Random Smiling Critters headcannons I made for no reason ‼️‼️

All under cut. This one is long af, I don’t wanna take up too much room with my silly billys 🥺🥺🥺

DogDay:

•He’s a leash child. There is no way he isn’t a leash child. Anytime he and the other critters go somewhere new they HAVE to put him on a leash or he’ll get lost.

•He also has a mussel(?) that they put on him whenever he’s being a problematic emo puppy. He doesn’t wear it often but every other month CatNap just puts it on him.

•Speaking of the mussel, DogDay HATES baths. The girls got so tired of his ‼️STANK‼️ that they forced him to take a bath. He was so uncooperative that they used both a mussel and a cone on him.

•Whenever Picky cooks something with cheese DogDay will just sit beside her and beg for some. Average dog moment Ngl.

•His favorite toy is an old ass, gross fucking tennis ball that Kickin probably gave him. The amount of times he has been hit in the face with it is insane.

CatNap:

•He’s selective mute. Anytime he does speak he’s either forced too, high on the nip or VEEERYY annoyed. Whenever he needs to communicate he’ll just use sign language.

•CatNap can fall asleep anywhere. He could fall asleep on a cactus and he wouldn’t care. He’s a cat, anything is possible.

•He plays like a cat. Lasers, those feather toy things, catnip, boxes, string, anything.

•One of his love languages is gift giving. He’ll often give people he likes dead rodents or random trinkets. He likes to give Bubba dead or fake rats.

•Sometimes Bubba will give him catnip. Whenever he does, CatNap gets hyperactive and really talkative. He also tries to get Bubba to give him more, although any attempts will fail.

•He’s kinda the only critter who can climb. Because of this, to get some sleep time, he’ll just climb the tallest/closest tree he can find and sleep on a good branch.

Kickin:

•Short ass loser. Probably the shortest male. What a beta male Ngl. /j

•A very angry child. Whenever he’s angry he kicks (Haha get it?) and screams. Often times someone has to hold him back from beating the shit out of someone (That someone most likely being Hoppy)

•I don’t know if chickens are like this but idfc. He doesn’t like being touched on the back or under his wings(or arms..? Ig..?) for bird reasons. Bubba is completely aware of this and sometimes rubs those spots to piss off Kickin.

•When being held from beating the shit outta people he pecks at their arms to get free. His beak is rather sharp so it often hurts. Although Bubba is usually the one to hold him back so he tries to avoid pecking at Bubs arms. With anyone else tho, their arms end up slightly bloody.

•He probably uses Gen Alpha slang ironically (same bro)

Bubba:

•His favorite school subject is math. What a fucking loser. Lame. Lame!! Loser!!!! (Shhh…! Don’t look at my grades-!!!!)

•He’s probably the biggest of the male critters. He’s really heavy and kinda a fat boy 0-0 the only one who can get him at least a centimeter off the ground is Bobby. This freaks the shit out of him.

•At states earlier, CatNap likes giving him dead/fake rats. This has become such a common occurrence between the two that anytime CatNap gives him a gift box he has someone else open it.

•^^^ Bubba is terrified of rodents, especially rats and mice. He has mice traps everywhere, mostly in random, barely noticeable corners. (Blame CatNap, he’s done this one to many times)

•He’s got MAD rizz bro. Everyone but Picky (I headcannon her as lesbian) and Hoppy has had a crush on him at some point. Kickin was the only one who got lucky tho.

•His little charm thing can glow, although it has to be turned on for it to glow.

•He’s a bit chubby… he’s got that good chub. Make him a big boy, he’s an elephant, make him big.

Hoppy:

•You cannot tell me she doesn’t own a trampoline bro. You ‼️CANNOT‼️ tell me she don’t own a trampoline.

•That being stated, she will often stargaze on it during them good nights. She will also play on it with the other critters, although they often get off it once she gets a little too silly.

•She will often tease Kickin for being gay despite her being biromantic. The most sibling ever.

•Dumbass probably vegan. Carrot. Dumbass loser!!!

•Whenever she runs a certain speed she does a bunch of hops to pick up speed. No one knows why she does it. Not even her, she’s been doing this since she was a lil bun bun, it’s a habit at this point.

Picky:

•Girl is VERY protective of her precious kitchen. Whenever she’s cooking she doesn’t let anyone but Bubba or DogDay in. Anyone else and they will be yelled at in angry pig language.

•She cooks mad food bro. If she isn’t there you might as well just die, it’s not worth it.

•”Can we get McDonald’s?” “We got McDonald’s at home.”

•Her favorite show is Hell’s Kitchen and her favorite movie is Ratatouille and Rainy with a chance of meatballs. Change my mind.

•She and Bubba are high-key sibling core Ngl. On the second Tuesday of every month they exchange information. Picky will give him the other critters current diets, weight and physical health and Bubba will give her cooking recipes. No one but them knows about this.

CraftyCorn:

•Girlie definitely ate paint and drew on walls. She is the least likely to have never purposely tasted the purple watercolor pigment and drank the cursed paint water potion.

•She gets high off of scented markers, I don’t make the rules. Her favorite flavor of marker is blue.

•She probably bedazzles everything given to her. Oh that moldy chicken nugget? It’s shinier than a disco ball now. Your favorite hoodie you gave her bc she’s ur tiny girlfriend? She’s now a walking diamond. Your grandmas ashes? Granny has never looked better! Your kidney? The only kidney stones I’m seeing are the stones blinding me because holy shit, i have a bedazzling problem.

•She teaches the others how to draw during the weekend. Whenever someone finished a project she hangs them on her walls and her favorites go on the fridge. Bubba can’t draw, but he still tries.

•Since she’s the only one who really has hair, Bobby likes styling her hair into silly little styles. Her favorite to put on her are pigtails and braids.

Bobby:

•She loves physical affection. She loves touching, being around people, yes. She definitely gives the best hugs out of all of them.

•Bitch probably wears heart shaped glasses when out with the girlies. They do find it attractive.

•We need more fat girl appreciation bro. Make her a big girl. I wanna see people draw her as a unit. She’s a bear, give her chonk! Healthy fat girls are hot, make her hot XCCCCCC ‼️‼️‼️‼️

•She’s decently strong, due to bear. Not as strong as Bubba, but still pretty strong as she’s the only one who can lift most of them off the ground at the same time.

•She probably writes love letters to the others but never sends them. Right to the shredder!

•She and DogDay are in a poly relationship with the other critters. They are in a very happy relationship and it’s very wholesome.

Finally just for shits and giggles, here’s every time I mentioned a critter outside their own head cannons

DogDay: 2

Catnap: 4

Kickin: 3

Bubba: 11

Hoppy: 2

Picky: 2

Crafty: 0 (Fucking loser)

Bobby: 2

I do not have a bias. No

Not one.

[spid3rpunksimp]

Hobie brown x Spider! gn! reader

Ngl I wrote this after cracking up at my pole, its litterally all over the place, and this doesn't really count with the pole I'm just bored.

Masterlist

Please don't leave me.

A/N: I have literally no idea what this is cause I'm still new to the world of ✨fanfictions✨ but I am pretty sure that this is ANGST. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

Warnings: Blood, pain, gore, stabbing, violence, cursing

Everything was supposed to go well today. This mission wasn't supposed to go wrong. Everything was running smoothly, you were on the floor, bloodied up, dying while Hobie yelled your name. You wanted to respond so badly but you couldn't, all your energy was gone. You felt hot tears run down your face as his broken please for you to talk back hit you in the heart.

You, Hobie, Gwen, Paveir, and Miles were fighting a simple villain like always. Something you two did together all the time. Nothing was unusual about today, it was you and Hobie alone whenever the villain seemingly became more powerful than usual as the rest of the crew tried to find where you three had all gone, "Hobie watch out!" you yelled as he ducked down from the strange weapon that the villain was holding. It wasn't the same weapon that the villain had earlier. "Guys! What's going on in here?!" Paveir yelled as Gwen and Miles entered the room, whipping their webs beside him. "Uhh, the villain is being an asshole and turns out he's more powerful than we thought-" you barely finished as you were flung to the other side of the room as a disk (you think) went straight for your abdomen. "Y/N!" Hobie yelled as his attention went straight to your landing spot.

"I'm fine, Hobie! Don't mind me and make sure you don't get your ass kicked!" you yelled back to him as you got up and threw the disk back at the villain, missing your target spot and hitting him on the side of the leg, which made him PISSED.

The villain looked over to you as you felt a strange pain in your abdomen, as you looked down you realized the blood, as the giant rip in your suit. 'Just a scratch' you thought to yourself as you shot webs at his eyes, put two webs on either side, pulled yourself forward, and kicked the bastard villain in the face but it was almost like you had done nothing to him as he simply ripped off the webs and threw a giant medal pipe at all of your friends. You heard their groans in pain as the villain laughed and looked over to you. "Looks like your little friends are stuck to the wall huh." the villain said as he let out a bone chilling chuckle, looking over to you with anger filled eyes.

The pain in your abdomen came back as you felt your spider seances going off like crazy as you put your hand over your stomach, pulling it back up you realized how soaked with blood it was. You looked down only to be met with blood pouring out of your stomach, you could barely hold yourself up, you felt Light headed. Tired even.

"Y/N! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! GET BACK TO THE-"

Hobie was cut off with a loud crash sound as the villain punched you into the wall all the way behind the both of you. You felt as the bones in your back snapped, pain becoming overwhelming as you screamed and cried in pain, you heard your friends screaming for you to get out of there but, you couldn't move. Well, you could, you where moving your legs just fine, but it hurt to try to get up. SO you just sat there.

"Getting tired are we?" said the villain as he stabbed you with a long medal rod, stabbing you multiple times in the thigh before moving you tour abdomen, and then to your shoulder, where he simply stabbed you once, leaning into the rode as it moved into your arm more. Your lips were dry, you mouth left agape, you couldn't feel the pain anymore, you could barely hear before you where brought back to sense by the broken scream of your boyfriends voice.

"YOU TOUCH (pronoun) ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU"

The villain looked over, a evil grin going across his face as he picked you up by the neck, the pain in your back coming back but, you couldn't scream. You couldn't breath. everything hurt. You wished you'd die right then and there. You wanted this horrible pain to end. The villain brought you over to an edge, the edge had concrete slabs and many other construction scraps everywhere, if he dropped you, you doubt that it would be very easy for them to find you. You felt yourself going blue as you felt your airway come back as the villain loosened his grip. "OH this pretty little thing? Don't touch (pronoun) anymore? Oh come on pretty little spider, don't go dying on us just yet. You're just about to see the final faces of your little boyfriend and his buddy's."

"Lyla. LYLA CALL FOR BACKUP!" Hobie screamed as he remembered the digital companion, but it was too late. The villain had already dropped you as a portal showed up with Jess and Miguel. The last sights you saw of them were Jess pushing away the bar as Miguel began to beat up the villain. Hobie immediately coming over to where you where falling as fast as possible before you fell complacently into the construction scraps, You felt as a peace of concrete fell over you, your head hitting another concrete slab.

. . .

"Y/N! Y/N PLEASE RESPOND!"

Hobie's yells where broken. You could tell he was crying under his mask. You wanted to yell back so badly but you couldn't. Everything was going black.

You felt tears running down your face, you didn't want to leave Hobie. You really didn't. He understood you, all the memories you had together.

You couldn't leave it all behind.

But you couldn't help it.

Everything went black.

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Part 2?

I almost cried writing this

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Tw: toxic relationships, paranoia, implied murder, obsessive/possessive thoughts/behaviors, blood.

Bsd port mafia (- Mori, - verlaine, - kouyou, - Q, etc)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

This blogs interacts with/contains/creates dark content, Dni if you are uncomfortable with that.

Gin is the only one with decent decisions in this ngl.

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Chuuya is paranoid, not knowing if it's okay to trust you. He's constantly on the look out, hand on your waist, grip almost a little too tight, eyes roaming everywhere to make sure no one from work sees him. Sees the two of you. It's frustrating for you, the details about his job so vague, so out of focus whenever he's with you. You would be fine with that, but you're not, not when he dances around the subject, buying your affections with gifts rather than quality time together. It's almost funny, how he thinks money can make up for a week of silence, unable to tell if it really was a business meeting or an affair. He wants your trust, and you give it to him, but trying to earn his is tedious, especially when he gulps and looks away, turning to look at you again, a shaky smile on his face. You've never seen that temper of his before, not until you happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, gun pulled out and blood splattered, that you blocked his number and changed yours.

Akutagawa is obsessive and clueless. He wants to own you, control is something he just needs to have. He resents you, cursing you for making him fall harder than the stars, and you try to understand this, with every sweet smile you give him and as much space he needs. You listen, you stay, you give him time to sort everything out. But it gets harder and harder, his affections cold and harsh, only able to insult you lightly, but it hurts regardless. Akutagawa is aware of it, but doesn't quite understand, and he tries, but it's all in vain, with that temper of his and how clueless he is with relationships, unable to keep a balanced and healthy one with you, seeing you as something to own rather than to date. So, he tries his best not to give chase when you finally snap and leave him alone in the alleyway.

Tachihara is confused and torn. He's not sure which 'version' of him he should show you, or if he would be capable of keeping a relationship. Your relationship starts out normally enough, but when he keeps disappearing and reappearing with an apology on his lips every few days. It gets harder and harder to trust him, cooking meals for two only for one to be there, and the more timid his nature gets, the harder your suspicions get. It's only when you come across him half dead in front of your door that you finally say goodbye, patching him up for the first and last time.

Gin is... Secretive. She's silent and elegant, graceful with her movements. She doesn't cause trouble, nor does she start arguments. Quality time is her service, and you can't help but swoon over her. However, it gets worrism when she doesn't talk at all, avoiding anything that could lead to an argument. Her job? No answer. Her hobbies? Barely any. Can you meet her brother? She stays silent, saying no after a pause, and doesn't elaborate further. It comes to a surprise when she's the one who breaks it off, unable to keep secrets any longer, and it's a mutual agreement to never meet again, and to keep lips shut.

Higuchi is a failure with relationships, too obsessive even. She clings on like you're her life support, fussing over you and sometimes barely leaving you alone. She blows your phone up with text messages and voice mails, only to go completely silent for the following days. It worries you, it annoys you, and you're left to ponder if you should end it all right then and there. She shows up at your doorstep, out of breath, and you let her in. The cycle repeats, and when she finally starts to calm down with her antics, that's when you end it, bloodied clothes spawn across her room. She doesn't give chase.

Joke(ster):

The lemon guy is too crazy to even call a friend, so thus you leave him alone. It's for the best once the lemon bombs drop in the empty parking lot for shit and giggles (kajii)

[jupitercomet]

okay well i kinda came up with something, it’s pretty self indulgent ngl because i’ve had a bad anxiety day. but like if i was in the situation where i had a boxer boyfriend, i would always be so anxious when they did fight, so like maybe one where they comfort the reader before a fight that they’ll be okay and that they can straight body their opponent😭😂 maybe with jake for some ✨variety✨

okay good im glad😭 i know you said you were gonna subliminally rework my brain into not thinking that anymore but it’s still getting there

hehe yes post updates and i will be READY😂

-🧚‍♀️

I had so much fun with this one if you couldn't tell lol

warnings: mentions of violence, language, brief mention of wanting to throw up

“Mmm,” Jake groans, still clinging to sleep as he snuggles further into the blankets.

You gnaw on your lip, shyly prodding his shoulder for a second time. You feel bad, you know he should be resting. With such a big fight tomorrow, it’d be borderline dangerous to deprive him of sleep. Still you can’t stop yourself from nudging him softly.

“Stop moving, angel,” Jake’s voice is gravelly with sleep, his arm suddenly thrown over your middle to keep you still.

“Sorry,” you whisper, giving up on waking him and attempting to relax into the mattress now that you had the familiar weight of Jake’s arm around you.

Jake simply grunts in response, already dozing off again. You wait a second, holding your breath, before shifting to wrap yourself around Jake’s arm. Though you can’t fully explain it, you’re suddenly overtaken with a strong desire to cry. Your bottom lip wobbles as your eyes become glassy and you nuzzle your face deeper into Jake’s bicep.

He shifts again, pulling you closer to him with his arm. “Come ‘ere, angel.”

He’s hardly awake as he pulls you to his chest and, try as you might, the sound of his heartbeat against your ear seemed to be your breaking point. A sniffle alerts Jake of your sudden vulnerability, though sleep dulls his senses and he has yet to realize the never-ending tears that are rolling down your cheeks in rapid succession. 

“What’s going on, baby?” He hums softly, eyes still closed as he gives you a small squeeze. “Why can’t you sleep?”

Your admittance comes out meek against his chest. “Don’t want you to fight tomorrow.”

It always scared you when Jake stepped into the ring, everyone knew the horror stories, but tonight you’re terrified. Maybe it’s because you overheard Maverick telling his staff to be thorough in how they checked Jake’s opponent’s equipment. “Check his gloves,” Maverick warned solemnly and you felt your blood run cold. “He’s not known to fight fair.”

Jake seems to underestimate your fear, rolling onto his back and taking you with him as his lids remind shut. “Is my angel baby worried about lil ol' me?” He presses teasing kisses to the crown of your head. “You know I’m gonna get a first-round knockout. Aim straight for the face and pow!”

You want to scoff at his confidence but it comes out strangled. Check his gloves.

“Stop, Jake. It’s not funny,” you whimper, unable to even entertain his antics.

“Hey, now. Hold on a second,” Jake’s alert now, the wet patch on his shirt suddenly registering. “You’re serious? Why are you crying, baby?”

He sits up, leaning against the bed frame, cradling you sideways in his lap so he can see your face.

You sniffle, cheeks heating in embarrassment and you wipe at your eyes quickly. “What if you get really hurt, Jakey? What if—” Your eyes squeeze shut as intrusive thoughts fill your head. A sickening crack. Jake, bloody and bruised, passed out on the mat. Check his gloves. Check his gloves.

“No, angel. None of that,” Jake strokes your cheek to bring you back to him. “You’ll make yourself sick thinking like that.”

You want to say that you've already made yourself sick, but instead you cover your face with your hands and cry harder. It's all too much. Tomorrow’s fight. Jake’s opponent. The fact that you're keeping him up when he should be sleeping. You want to throw up.

Jake lets out a quiet curse at your condition, rubbing your back comfortingly as he rocks you both side to side. “Fuck it, I’ll give it up, okay baby? I’ll retire, get some boring ass desk job. You’ll tie my ties every morning and we’ll move to a cul de sac where all our neighbors have the same lawn and celebrate shit like Earth Day. And I’ll get really into grills for no reason. And you’ll start wearing perfume that smells like Poo-Pourri. We’ll probably get a fucking boat—”

Your quiet, watery giggle cuts him off. “You’d hate that, Jake.”

“I don’t know, now that I’ve said it, a boat sounds kind of fun.”

“You’d hate it, and that includes the boat,” you reiterate. “I could never ask you to do that.”

“You don’t have to,” Jake shakes his head, suddenly serious as he looks at you. “I’d give it all up for you in a heartbeat.”

He means it too. He means it more than he’s ever meant anything in his life. Jake knows what it’s like to lose you and nothing, not even boxing, is worth that. He’d start looking for a new job this very second if you asked him to.

Instead you kiss him softly, putting an end to the desk job fantasy he was already starting to hate. “Just promise me you’ll be safe tomorrow. And smart.”

Jake grins as you shuffle so that your back is pressed against his chest in a more comfortable sitting position. “I don’t know, angel. That’s kinda a lot to ask of a guy who’s been punched in the head as many times as I have. How ‘bout I just tell him that he’ll have my super scary girlfriend to deal with if he beats me up?”

He grabs your hands, covering your fists with his own as he puppets a few shadow punches and mimics the sound of them dramatically. 

“Holy shit, are you Muhammad Ali?! Look at that form! You’d be a killer in the ring, angel,” Jake peppers your neck in kisses, the act becoming more difficult the more he grins at your giggles. 

“Bradshaw better watch out ‘cause you’re definitely coming for his title.”

You snort and Jake wraps his arms tighter around your stomach. 

“Ooh, they could call you the Angel of Death. Pretty fucking sick, yeah?”

You shoot him a empty glare. But you relent finally, "It does sound pretty sick."

Jake takes the win and a squeal escapes your lips as he throws you both back onto the mattress. 

Exhaustion seeps through your bones the moment your head hits the pillow, your anxiety and tears catching up to you, and Jake notices, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “There’s nothing to worry about tomorrow, okay? I can’t lose when I’ve got my lucky charm watchin’ me.”

You smile sleepily at that, eyes fluttering closed as you snuggle closer to him. You mumble an airy “I love you, Jakey" and Jake feels his heart constrict with adoration.

Your breath evens out almost immediately after that, your face soft and content. Jake can’t help the dopey smile that stretches across his lips and he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear gently.

“I love you too, angel.”

[willthewise85]

Sprolden fic master list!

I know many people have trouble finding sprolden fics so here’s a list! I will continue to update when I find/read more! Most of these are one shots so be aware! If you have any more, let me know and I’ll make sure I add them! (Purple=favs!)

Angst

Weeping angel- liverhaver

MICHAEL ANGST AHHHHHHHH

Safe with you- charliestopper

I love them so much it’s sickening

There for you- anonymous

MORE MICHAEL ANGST

Life Is Hard- kelyiar

MICHAEL ANGST HEHEHAHA Tw: suicide

Not the Skater’s Best- Strangling_Figs

This isn’t really Sprolden it’s just PURE MICHAEL ANGST RAHHHHHHHHHHHH

god’s very simple and love shouldn’t burn- Frommybedroom

There’s been no new fics in so long that this is like water in a desert

I’ll never drink again- charliestopper

THE MOST HEARTBREAKING SHIT THIS FANDOM HAS EVER PRODUCED!!! Literally everyone ever needs to read this. Tw: alcoholism

Fluff

Lightning in Our Fingertips Today (I Jump Each Time You Touch Me)- lavender_grav3yard

This is for everyone that agreed with me when I said that snow was Sprolden’s thing

Across the tracks- charliestopper

I never thought about Michael not being able to drive bc he’s blind but it makes sm sense

A night for us- charliestopper

Can you tell that I really like charliestopper’s fics?

Her eyes and Words are so icy( oh but she burns)- oceanchild/sofileall

Insomniac!Tori is so real

First kiss and it’s only because I love you- Sprolden

These are technically like a series or smth idrk

Loverboy and hatergirl- fusioon

Yeah they cute what about it

Your Head (and Hair) in my Hands- lost_to_words

Michael says “bloody hell” or smth like that in this and it reminded me how fucking British they are

Green and blue- kore538

Tori and Charlie being THE siblings ever

Matching Costumes- AboveTheFold

Cutie patooties

Post-Cannon

sprolden’s first pride- charliestopper

The tags honestly say it all

A very Sprolden Christmas- otherpeopleareallthereis

ITS CHRISTMAS TIME BABYYYYY

Days better together- writerbitch_letsgooo

I am a hurt/comfort person @ heart

The Aftermath- ForeverBrainrot

I read this and then immediately subscribed bc I need to know the second a new chapter comes out

there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me- ALilSakuraBlossom

I almost cried reading this ngl

Invisible String- Sprolden

I’m sooooo excited to see where this goes and so happy that the author is back

World Junior Speed Skating Championships- Sprolden

LITERALLY MY FAV FIC EVER OML I LOVE THEM AHHHHHHHHH