#bitter writes

[wy-ote]

Super random head cannon: Bakugo with dimples. Idk it’s just something I think about.

He’s embarrassed by them. Hates to smile because it’s like two giant dents in his cheeks. But sometimes they slip out, on the rare occasions when a smile breaks his lips or when he lets out a little laugh.

He gets pretty good at hiding it, but then a rumor breaks out and 1-A can’t help but scramble. Who can make him smile? Make him laugh? For the longest? Maybe even get a pic? It’s basically becomes a competition. Because, there’s no way he actually has dimples, /right?/

[3rdsday]

Tommy basically said "the DSMP was good because it was, and still is, loved" and that basically sums up my feelings on the matter too.

[bluerosefox]

Bittersweet and Sweetheart Exes

12 am brain rot

Can...

Can I get an AU where Talia, Danny and Bruce dated each other and later break up? Maybe have them meet when Bruce is in Batman training years and its a whirlwind romance between the three. Like we know how Bruce and Talia are together as exes (both a little toxic to each other, a love hate kinda thing and yet still have something) BUT Danny is the ex they always are sweet for, like he is the one they love flirting with when they see him (Talia more so regardless where and when, Bruce can only openly flirt as Bruce/Brucie, he has to be sneaky when Batman)

I want Talia and Bruce both trying to one up each other for Danny's attention. They know he's Phantom btw, and his human side as well. They however don't know he's also the Ghost King (in training at the time) Danny keeps forgetting to mention it.

Oh, oh. Let's have the Batfam find out due to a cult summoning, like someone in the League is trying to usurp Talia's rule (I want LOA leader Talia) and Damian is taken by them (which means Talia, Bruce, and the Batfam are coming to save him) and they try summoning the Ghost King to try to offer Damian as a sacrifice for power in order to take over the League.

Both Bruce and Talia weren't expecting to see their ex appear in a swirl of stars, aurora lights, and galaxies with a crown to match, a cape that looked like it had a cosmos swirling, and a Kingly outfit though.

(Or if we wanna make it extra funny, why not have them both had dated Danny at different times, and didn't know they are all exes to each other until Danny goes "DANNY!" "Talia? Bruce? What are you both doing here?" "Wait you know him/her? How?" "....Yes? And well...I dated them...")

[nona-gay-simus]

Some days I truly feel like TLT has ruined... books for me. Like, I don't even like ACOTAR but I can think of at least four series that are basically ACOTAR with dragons, ACOTAR with gods, ACOTAR with vampires, ACOTAR with witches, and that's just off the top of my head.

But there's truly nothing out there that captures all or even some of the elements that enthralled me about TLT. The characters, the character dynamics, the magic system, the voice, the mix of science fiction and fantasy, the prose that knows exactly when to be funny and when to be serious, the queernorm world-building and variety of lesbian genders... It does not exist. Even if I find something with similar themes it will be bland fantasy voice and (most likely) boring straight ship of fem4fem.

It's even ruined audiobooks narrators because no one can compare to moira quirk and her sexy accent and wonderfully animated narration that makes the characters come to life.

And it makes me really sad to think i might never discover another series I love as much as this one. Not even close.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Sorry, but I just had a thought and I’m exhausted and don’t know if I’m going to write anymore tonight.

Just Steve holding a slight grudge against Nancy after she pretty much calls his love bullshit in the bathroom. He feels lead on, he’s slightly bitter but he knows how to be discreetly passive if he needs to be. But thing is he doesn’t have the energy in him to be passive. If this had been before the monsters, and someone who he thought was the love of his life did what Nancy did and proceeded to end up dating the guy who she said not to worry about within days after getting into a fight, he would have probably done something stupid. Probably would have ruined her locker with mean words or something like that.

He wasn’t sure what he would do, he was exhausted and couldn’t think of what used to come easy to him. Or maybe he’s grown to realize how immature that was, how it didn’t even seem all that fun to do to someone. Just thinking back to spray painting slut on the theater makes his gut twist uncomfortably. Once, he used to be the one to climb up there and spray something even worst. Now the thought made him want to throw up.

And maybe the grudge he is holding against Nancy isn’t really a grudge. Maybe he has matured to realized that the grudge he held was within himself for how fast he had fallen. For how stupid he was for thinking the girl would ever end up with him. He should have seen the signs. How she defended Jonathan even after he took non consensual photos of him and her about to have sex. Which he still felt disgusted by, his skin still crawled uncomfortably around the little creep whenever he was close by.

Though when the time comes, he realizes he was holding a grudge against Nancy. When he falls harder for someone new he realizes within minutes that something was different about this one. Instead of smacking him in the shoulder and scolding him for staring to long, Eddie would pull his hair in front of his face with bright eyes. Would do something dramatic to snap Steve out of the trance he was in. Like lick his face instead of kissing him.

That was the other thing Steve discovered. In the moments where it was just the two of them, it seemed like every other minute time would stop and Eddie would be in the same bubble as him. Lost in the same spell that Steve had tumbled into, needing to kiss the other just as much as they needed oxygen to breathe.

Nancy rarely had those moments with Steve, and they had stopped right around the time she started hanging out with Jonathan.

And Steve does hold a grudge, for how she stayed with him longer than what she had to.

Eddie made him feel in love and loved. Whenever Steve watched the other man he could barely keep his hands to himself and the best part was Eddie didn’t care. Steve could bite off Eddie’s remaining nipple and the man would still let Steve do whatever he wanted to him. Nancy never trusted Steve and never earned Steve’s trust the way Eddie did within one week of knowing each other.

Eddie was the moon and Nancy had been the sun for Steve. The sun burnt his skin and left him blistered while the moon wrapped his arms around him and rocked him to sleep every night. While Steve worried about when the sun would explode, he never had to worry about the moon disappearing for to long. It always came back, no matter what happened. Even if Steve had been an asshole.

God was Steve in love. This was it for him. And maybe at one point he had loved Nancy just as much as he did Eddie.

But now, as each day passes he only finds himself falling more in love with Eddie Munson.

He slowly comes to the conclusion that his love was and will never be bullshit.

And when he finally sits down to talk to Nancy about it, he finally gets it off his chest. What had been bugging him for almost years before falling for Eddie.

“Nancy, we were bullshit. But my love, it was all real. Maybe not as strong as it is for Ed’s but I know that if … everything wasn’t such bullshit I could have gotten there.” Steve says softly to Nancy. Shortly after she confessed she still had feelings for him. He seen this conversation coming from a mile away, especially with how many one sided sparks happened between the two of them while running for their life’s on spring break.

And as he stands up, leaving her in her own shock. Letting her process that he was with Eddie, a man. He can’t help but feel proud of himself.

He didn’t intentionally hold this grudge, but he felt as if he got back at her the healthiest way he could. By maturing and moving on. And looking down at Nancy, he could tell that she needed time to do the same. Not to be with another man or date in general, but to just grow as a person. But that was no longer his problem. His problem was currently running up the steps of the trailer with what seemed to be a moving snake.

“Hey Stevie! Look what I found.”

Steve was in love, and it wasn’t bullshit.

[rawrsatthetree]

I’ve seen people compare Julian Devorak to Astarion, and honestly I think you’re all embarrassing wrong.

Gale Dekarios is Julian Devorak.

Astarion is Count Lucio

[save-the-villainous-cat]

could you write something with the hero and villain fake dating? (you totallt dont have to if you dont want to or something I just wanted to ask cus I loveee the trope!)

"Kiss me," the villain said.

"No fucking way." A horrible blush started to spread over the hero's neck. The worst thing about this was that this had been their idea in the first place.

They were ashamed to admit it but when they had arrested the villain a few months ago, they had suggested to the judge a different kind of punishment. At the time, there wasn't much evidence of the villain's criminal activities, so the hero had thought it to be more practical if the villain had to work together with other heroes. As a kind of community service.

After all, the villain was smart when it came to these schemes.

However, for whatever reason, they had been paired together. The hero didn't quite know what to do with themselves now. Ever since the mission had started, their brain wasn't functioning at all. It was quite self-explanatory. The villain was incredibly attractive and they were joking around, seizing every opportunity to flirt with the hero.

The hero suspected it to be some scheme to throw them off their game. But they couldn't be sure.

"These guys over there have been eyeing us the entire evening. If you ask me, they're not buying our little act." The villain let their fingertips ghost over the hero's knuckles and the hero's heart started to throb. The hero didn't turn around to look at the suspicious people the villain had been talking about. Their mind was somewhere else entirely.

On this after show party, they were supposed to observe highly influential people for suspicious activity. An election was coming up and although the hero loathed politics, it was obviously the right thing to do. They weren't supposed to be the ones being observed.

Usually, the hero wasn't very fond of undercover work. They were a horrible liar and improvisation wasn't their strong suit either. For the last few days, the villain had saved them more than once from embarrassing slip-ups. It was quite pathetic.

"And you have been flirted with already," the villain said. Somehow, their voice sounded bitter.

"They were just being nice," the hero said. They shifted on their chair. If someone was indeed observing them, maybe kissing the villain was the right thing to do. God, the hero didn't have much experience and they feared they would make a fool out of themsleves once again.

The villain probably had a new lover every week or so.

"They wanted to buy you a drink."

"Ehh," the hero said. "It doesn't really matter, does it?"

"It's compromising the mission."

"Is that person who wanted to buy me a drink one of those guys who have been 'eyeing' us the entire evening?" the hero asked. They leaned over and took the villain's hand. Whenever they looked into the villain's eyes, their stupid heart skipped a beat but they tried to come closer, to appear more in love.

It was quite strange for them to display physical intimacy in public. They had never really considered themselves to be fit for relationships - work got in the way every single time but the villain brought enough casualness into the (fake) relationship to somewhat ease the hero's nerves.

The villain didn't answer their question, though.

"All I am trying to say is: when someone wants to buy you a drink, we don't look like a couple," the villain said. Their eyes dropped to the hero's lips and the hero leaned over, holding onto the villain's hand.

"Well, you could have come with me to the bar," the hero said. They shrugged and took a sip of their drink with a shaky hand the villain observed a little too long.

"I will keep that in mind." The villain followed the little veins on the hero's wrist of the hand that was holding onto them. The hero was so nervous they weren't sure if they had to cry or laugh.

"Okay, be honest. Is someone watching?" the hero asked. They managed to scoot over towards the villain.

The villain's eyes were still on the hero, observed every little move. To say the villain could be relentless was an understatement.

"They have the audacity to check you out." The villain's voice was low, even though their mouth formed a sweet smile. The hero hadn’t even realised how tight their grip was around the villain's hands. "Probably some disgusting perv. I can’t blame them, though. You look incredible."

The villain leaned in, touched the hero's forearm gently and immediately, the hero’s heart sped up.

"You have to be very careful or I will actually fall in-"

And then, the hero kissed them.

For whatever reason, they kissed them. They put their flat hand on the villain's neck and pulled them close until their lips met. Later, the hero would blame their own nervousness but truthfully, they didn't know exactly why they did it.

The hero considered themselves inexperienced - rightfully so - and heard their own heartbeat in their ears as the villain smiled against their lips. The hero felt clumsy and stupid; they didn't know exactly what they were doing. So, it was even more embarrassing when the villain put a hand on their thigh, squeezed softly and responded with slow kisses, forcing the hero to adapt.

Although the hero was painfully aware of their own nervousness, they were also calming down slowly. The villain was guiding them through it perfectly and they hated themselves for being in need of it.

Eventually, the hero pulled away and found it to be quite hard to look into the villain's eyes.

"Impressive," the villain murmured. Their smirk wasn't leaving their face.

"Sorry, I- uh-"

"Don't apologise."

"Oh, yes, uh..." The villain leaned over once more until they could whisper into the hero's ear.

"You did so well, don't you know that?"

"Are - are they still watching us?"

"No, my love." The villain gave the hero a peck on their temple. "How do you feel?"

"Nervous," they admitted.

"You're not really a fan of being undercover, are you?" The villain took their hand and the hero squeezed it, trying somehow to stop their hands from shaking.

"It's my least favourite thing about this job," the hero said. They took in a deep breath and tried to gather their thoughts.

The villain could be so sweet - the reassurance and the gentleness were so foreign to the hero that it scared them. Most of the time, their job was focused on performance and results. There wasn't much space for emotions. They weren't used to someone praising them.

"Don't worry, you are amazing at this," the villain purred. "If it's too much for you, we can always leave."

"But the mission..."

"Well, if you want my honest opinion: I couldn't care less about it. I am just enjoying my time with you."

The hero had to chuckle.

"You are terrible."

"It's your call. I can take the blame if your boss gives you an earful."

"Really?"

"Really."

Once they were back in their hotel room, the hero dared to sleep in the bed with the villain next to them and awoke unsurprisingly in their arms in the morning.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’m obsessed with the idea of cult leader!geto pining for a reader who just fucking hates him. i don’t know why just. maybe it’s someone from his past that he left behind when he defected, maybe they’re bitter and spiteful and all they do is hiss and bite but he’s so smitten. you can do no wrong in his eyes. he deserves the curses and anger, he knows, and he receives them with a smile and eyes full of hearts. he gets giddy when you scowl at him. he just thinks you’re love personified. he’s so gentle and patient that it’s infuriating because nothing you do or say will get him to bite back. it’s like you’re a kitten gnawing at his fist but he does nothing but coo at you even when you draw blood

[whump-in-the-closet]

“I have your friends”

- Laughing in whumper’s face, “man i’m sorry for you.” Confident in the destruction their friends are about to bring down on whumper.

-Clenching the phone with a white-knuckled grip. “What do you want?” ready to sacrifice themself, ready to beg and plead. This isn’t their friends’ battle, this is theirs.

-Surprised, with a fearful exhale. They lean forward though they try to hide any expression. They fold their hands together on the table in a facade of control. “We can deal with this like goddamn adults, right?” Right?

- Eyes widening. “Oh. God” Already choking on a freeze response, stammering and frantic. They know what whumper is capable of and it immobilizes them. “P-please. Don’t hurt them.”

-They lunge forward, a hand wrapped around whumper’s pristine white collar. “You what?” Their fury is visible, spat out with the words— seething in their eyes. They’ve been kicked while down one too many times and learned to bite back.

- They stare. Nonchalant. “What friends?” There’s even the tiniest of smiles on their face, curving upwards. “Oh, them? Yeah, I don’t care.” Whatever whumper did to them doesn’t even compare to how their teammates treated them after. If anything, they’ll offer to help <2

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Wu trained Morro at the same time that Garmadon was training with Chen which MEANS that Misako was around to see what the pressure of wanting and training to be the Green Ninja could lead to.

So later when she had Lloyd and KNEW that he would be the legendary Green Ninja, do you think she thought of the child Wu had once trained? The kid who became so obsessed with proving himself that he put himself in danger time and time again? The little boy who ran off into the night and never came back?

After seeing that, is it any wonder why she didn't want to leave her son-- the actual Green Ninja-- to be trained by Wu at such a young age?

Maybe a boarding school for bad boys would never make him want to be a hero. Maybe it would keep him safe from the destructive power of destiny. Maybe Darkley's was the only way to save her beloved son, Lloyd Garmadon, from himself.

Maybe Misako remembered Morro. And maybe, just maybe, she knew it would be best if her son never turned into someone like that.

[dragonsbluee]

I have a request for batfam/Jason Todd fanfic writers:

I love the "Jason Todd is a bookworm/theatre nerd" fics as much as the next person, don't get me wrong, but can we please diversify his interests?

90% of the time when I open a fic with that tag, we see Jason reading Jane Eyre or Pride and Prejudice or quoting Shakespeare. And not to say that there's anything wrong with any of those being his favourite but even if he loves to read "classical" books, come on!

You're telling me Jason raised-in-crime-alley-spent-his-formative-years-between-an-eccentric-billionaire-and-an-assassin-cult Todd only reads books by dead white people?!

I refuse! Give me a man who takes to books more than ever after his return to Gotham. Jason, who reads books like I am Woman, A Really Good Brown Girl and White Tears/Brown Scars, then recommends them to the working girls as he establishes his territory. Who reads in multiple languages, and who loves Arabic poetry.

Give me a little "Robin is Magic!" Jason scouring Bruce's library and picking up a copy of The Mahabharata after he's done The Iliad, and spends weeks obsessed with Journey to the West.

Give me a Jason who's read Things Fall Apart, and One Hundred Years of Solitude! The number of quotes and references he could pull that would further support his dramatic tendencies? It would make him so happy!

[wy-ote]

lay your head to rest // in the snowbank with me

Finally finished Part One of a thread fic I have on twitter. I thought I'd share it here as well!

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BKDK | Winter!AU | Pining Bakugo | Part One

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At first, Katsuki didn’t hear the shouting. To him, it sounded just like the howling blizzard that raged outside. It wasn't until the wolf let out a low growl that he finally stopped to listen. Another shout. It was more distinct this time. Someone calling out a name. The wolf, neck and tail fully fluffed, let out a sharp bark. "Quiet-" Katsuki snapped. He moved to the window by the cabin door, peering out into the darkness. He couldn't see much, except for dancing snow and the faint silhouette of trees. The wolf's nails clicked frantically on the wooden floor. Another bark. This time, more urgent. "Fuck, okay-" Katsuki opened the door and the wolf bounded into the blast of sharp cold air.

He watched as his companion disappeared, frantically barking at whatever lurked in the trees. 'Maybe dinner,' Katsuki thought to himself, stepping out onto the porch. The bit of snow that had drifted up crunched beneath his boots. He squinted, the cold already starting to freeze his nose hairs. It was quiet for a moment before he heard more barking and a figure appeared in the white haze, paired with his wolf. Katsuki frowned. He reached for the hunter's knife at his hip.

Only an idiot or trouble would be out in a storm like this. 

"I can't play right now!" Katsuki recognized the panicked voice before he could make out the face. He clicked his tongue, storming out to meet the wolf and his captured prey.

"What the hell are you doing out here, Deku?" 

“Kacchan! M-my ram!” His childhood friend’s face was stained with frozen tear tracks—cheeks, nose, and lips a startling bright red. “I-I found the g-gate open! He w-wasn’t in the barn—the storm-” Izuku rambled, turning his attention back to the woods. “I have to-” 

“You got a fucking death wish or something?” Katsuki growled. “That dumb sheep probably holed itself up at the neighbors-” 

“I checked there already! What if he got hurt? Or stuck!” Izuku tried to tug his sleeve free of the wolf’s fangs. “What if the blizzard-” 

Katsuki whistled, and the wolf released Izuku. “Your place ain’t close. How long you been wandering around?” Katsuki asked. 

“I-I don’t know. A while?” Izuku turned back to the woods. “I noticed him missing just before the storm kicked up.” 

“That was almost two hours ago. That dumb thing could be anywhere!” Katsuki snapped his fingers and motioned to Izuku. The wolf let out a huff before circling the nerd, sniffing at his coat. Once he was satisfied, he stopped, wagging his tail. “Fetch-” Katsuki commanded. The wolf barked and took off into the snow once again. “You better hope it didn’t go far. I doubt he can track much of a scent in the snow-” 

Izuku wiped his face. “I-I should keep looking too-”

Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s arm. “Don’t be stupid! You probably already got frostbite! Let him do his thing!” He gave him a tug. “Come inside.” Izuku resisted at first before finally letting himself be dragged into the small cabin Katsuki called home.

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Izuku stayed glued to the window until Katsuki finally pulled him over to the fireplace. “He doesn’t usually take off-” Izuku started to ramble, hardly acknowledging as Katsuki stripped him out of his snow packed outerwear. His shirt looked damp with sweat.

“Probably havin’ a rut,” Katsuki muttered. 

“What? No. It’s not the right time of year,” Izuku replied, tugging at his bottom lip. 

“So? I’ve seen that damn thing stumble over its own feet. Probably had rocks for brains.” 

“Kacchan-” Izuku shot him a glare.

Katsuki bit back a chuckle. He hung up the gloves and jacket by the fire. Izuku had already started pacing, shuffling over to check out the window again. Worry rolled off him in waves. Katsuki grabbed a hold of him and pushed him back over by the fire.

"Nothin' you can do, nerd-" Katsuki inspected his face, fingers brushing against the red tinged skin. Izuku blinked up at him sheepishly. Inhaling sharply. Katsuki ignored the hot, fluttery feeling in his stomach, shifting his gaze down to Izuku's hands. They felt like ice and were colored a beet red. A fairly good sign. "Boots off-" Katsuki muttered, pulling his hands away. 

"I'm fine, Kacchan-" 

"Shut the hell up and take your boots off. You probably lost half your toes in those damn peasant shoes," Katsuki growled, kneeling down in front of him. 

"They aren't peasant shoes!" Izuku argued. "I just got them repaired!" 

Katsuki slapped the side of his leg. "Don’t make me repeat myself, shitty nerd!" Muttering under his breath, Izuku obliged. He fumbled for a moment before kicking his boots off. Once free, Katsuki helped him out of his (painfully thin) socks.

His feet looked mostly fine, though they were starting to look a little white. "I'm gonna get you a change of clothes. Stay by the fire and don't go outside-" 

"No, really, it's okay, Kacchan-" 

"Don't be stupid! Even if wolf finds that stupid ram of yours, there's no way you can make it home tonight." Katsuki replied. "You can stay here and wait out the storm." Izuku had started muttering again, but Katsuki had already stepped into his room.

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. He wouldn’t admit the feelings that simmered in the bottom of his gut. That fluttery, love sick feeling. Instead, Katsuki steadied the shake in his hands, collecting a full set of clothes for Izuku. He then returned to the living room, catching the green haired nerd peeking out the window yet again. “Jesus, would you relax already?” Katsuki growled. 

“Aren’t you worried?” Izuku replied, tugging at his lip again. 

“No.” 

Izuku turned to Katsuki with a pout. He rubbed his hand against the glass, clearing away the bit of fog that had collected on the pane. “What if the wolf can’t find him? What will I do then?” Izuku asked softly. Katsuki was quiet for a beat before dropping the clothes on the couch and joining Izuku at the window.

“If anyone can find your stupid ram, it’s that damn wolf. He’s got a sharp nose.” 

Izuku turned his face away, trying to discreetly rub tears from his eyes. “I just, I must have left the gate open. But he’s never taken off before, so why now?”

“Probably got sick of all your yammering,” Katsuki replied. 

“Kacchan! I’m being serious!” Izuku huffed. 

“So am I. I’ve seen you yap non-stop to the damn thing,” Katsuki countered. “You talk to it more than anyone else.”

“Yeah, well, nobody will listen to me half the time-” Izuku paused for a moment before glancing up at Katsuki. “I’m surprised you noticed.” 

Katsuki clicked his tongue. “I didn’t notice shit. You just wander around the village, mutter like a creep. Hard to miss,” he grumbled, but the heat in his ears betrayed him. Izuku was quiet, but Katsuki swore he could almost see a smile tug at his lips. 

They both were silent for a while, eyes glued to the window. Finally, Katsuki pushed Izuku towards the couch. "No use standing around. Get changed. I'll make some tea." 

Izuku wrung his fingers together before letting out a soft sigh. "Right," he said softly. Katsuki left him to his own devices, heading straight for the kitchen.

He could hear the shuffling of clothes and the occasional mutter. The heat in Katsuki's ears started to spread into his cheeks. He forced himself to keep his eyes forward, grabbing the kettle from the stove. 

They'd known each other since they were just little runts. Chasing the neighbor's chickens and reenacting the fabled tales of All Might. There was a brief while, when Katsuki's youthful pride as a warrior got to his head, and a rift tore between them. When the war came to their neck of the woods, they'd fought side by side. For someone who seemed small and frail, Izuku had more courage than most of the warriors in their town. The battles had been rough. Nobody came out unscathed. But ultimately, the end of the war brought them together. Katsuki swallowed his pride and managed to spit out his version of an apology. He didn't expect forgiveness. Not after how shitty he had been. But Izuku's heart was unbearably big and kind, and he'd forgiven Katsuki long before. 

Katsuki dared to take a peek, glancing over his shoulder. He watched as Izuku slipped into the spare shirt he'd given him. His crooked fingers sliding to smooth the shirt. It only emphasized how small he was compared to Katsuki. Katsuki quickly turned away, cheeks flushing even hotter. 'Nope. Nope. Nope.' Katsuki prepared two mugs with tea. He didn't deserve Izuku nor have the right to think of him that way. When the kettle started to scream, he poured them both a cup. 

"Kacchan! Did you hear that?" Izuku suddenly said. 

"Hear what?" He growled, turning with the two mugs in hand.

"I heard a howl!" Izuku was already at the window, face practically squished up against the glass. "Maybe the wolf found him!" He stammered, bolting for the door. 

“What the fuck, Deku! At least put your damn boots on!” Katsuki barked as the front door flew open. But Izuku was already gone, bounding out into the drifts of snow. Katsuki nearly dropped the mugs in a panic. He quickly abandoned them on the table before following suit.

Izuku paused for a moment, hands cupping his mouth, before letting out a return howl. As if that fucking wolf could understand him. But then suddenly, two shapes appeared along the tree line. Izuku broke into another run, screaming for his ram.

‘Imagine that.’ The wolf had found him. Izuku practically rolled the ram into the snow with his embrace. It gave out a weak bleat. “Where have you been!” He sobbed. “I was so worried-”

“Let up. He could be hurt! We should get him inside,” Katsuki grumbled, giving Izuku’s shirt a tug. Izuku pulled back. 

“He found him, Kacchan!” Izuku scrubbed off the tears from his cheeks.

“I can fuckin’ see that. You also ran out here without any shoes, idiot!” Katsuki snapped. He quickly picked up the shorter man, tossing him over his shoulder. “Unfuckinbelievable-”

Izuku let out a squeak. He kicked his legs for a moment before Katsuki’s gave him a rough jostle. “K-Kacchan!” He whimpered. Katsuki ignored him, whistling to the wolf and heading back to the cabin. He dumped Izuku in the cabin. 

"Stay by the fire and don't fucking move. I'll take care of your dumbass ram." 

"But-" Izuku started to argue. 

"No fucking buts!" He then ushered the ram into his barn. Katsuki didn't keep a lot of livestock anymore. But the ram fit right in next to the few goats he had. He looked it over, checking for injuries. "You're lucky, dumb shit," he mumbled. "I'd feed you to the wolf if Deku didn't care about you so damn much." The ram gave him a cheeky bleat. “Shuddup-” Katsuki growled quietly. Satisfied the ram was uninjured, he gave it a pat on the head before locking up the barn.

He trudged his way back into the cabin. As soon as the door was open, Izuku jumped on him, eyes wide. “How is he?” 

“He’s fine! You can check on him in the morning,” Katsuki griped. The wolf let out a soft bark. “Jesus. Everyone’s so fucking needy-” he then muttered under his breath, giving the wolf a scratch behind the ear before pulling out a small bit of jerky he’d kept in his pocket. The wolf ate it greedily.

Izuku got down, ruffling the wolf’s coat. “My hero,” he whispered with a wide grin. Face shining. Katsuki felt his heart skip a beat. 

“Don’t get too friendly. He bites.” 

“Maybe you. I think he likes me,” Izuku said, burying his face into the thick coat. The wolf started to wag his tail. He squirmed free, attacking Izuku with several vicious licks. The nerd let out a gleeful giggle.

“Traitor-” Katsuki growled with the click of his tongue. But the wolf felt no shame, nearly knocking Izuku over with his powerful frame. He continued his relentless attack of happy whines and kisses.

❄️   ❄️   ❄️

Their tea had gone cold. By the time Katsuki reheated it, Izuku had moved over by the fire. The wolf kept him company, curling up at his side to act as a cushion for him to lean on. Izuku took the tea graciously. “Thank you, Kacchan! You really didn’t have to-”

“You better keep an eye on your feet. Damn things are probably going to blister,” Katsuki muttered, ears burning. He then grabbed one of the throws he kept over the back of the couch and tossed it at Izuku.

“Of course-” Izuku replied, carefully trying to maneuver the blanket around his shoulders without spilling his drink. A silence settled between them. Not quite comfortable, but bearable. It was moments like these that always made Katsuki feel on edge. Waiting for Izuku to finally speak. Would he finally chide Katsuki for his behavior all those years ago, even though he’d already spoken of forgiveness? Would Katsuki lose his nerve and say something irreversible? Make him cry, just like he did when they were children?

“How have you been lately?” Izuku suddenly asked. 

“Fine, I guess. Why?” Katsuki replied, finishing the rest of his tea with a gulp. 

“Just wondering. I haven’t seen you in a while. Not anyone, really.” Izuku’s eyes began to droop. His body slumped even further down into the wolf’s body. 

“Well, then why the hell did you move so far away in the first place?” Katsuki grumbled.

Izuku hummed, eyelashes fluttering. “I didn’t really want to. Money was tight before my mom passed away. So we sold our land and moved to a smaller place. I thought about moving back, but I was already settled in, so-” He paused for a moment, letting out a yawn. “I mean, I don’t know if I could afford to come back, even if I wanted.”

Katsuki stared down at his cup. “You got friends in town. Why don't you move in with one of them? Until you get on your feet again. There’s better work in town than out in the fuckin’ boonies where you live.”

Izuku chuckled softly. “It almost sounds like you want me to come back,” he said softly. 

“Fuck off. I don’t care what you do,” Katsuki growled. “Just a fucking option. Maybe you could buy some decent fucking shoes, then.”

Izuku’s laugh bled into a loud yawn. Eyelashes flickering as he tried to keep his eyes open. “Remember when we were kids and obsessed with that old book about All Might?” 

“I’m pretty sure you still are obsessed,” Katsuki retorted.

“I mean, yeah. I guess I am. They just gave me so much hope, you know? And that’s how we became friends. Pouring over it over this old yellowed pages in that dark and dusty bookstore-” Izuku paused for a moment. “I don’t think we were even technically allowed in there.”

"Ha! That old fart could barely see, let alone hear. If anything, we were doin’ him a service by keeping the riffraff out.” 

“Remember that one time you jumped from the second floor railing with a handful of firecrackers and scared Miss Kayama? I thought she was going to faint!”

“The hag whipped my ass for that one. Didn’t sit right for a week,” Katsuki muttered, though a smile tugged his lips a moment later. 

“I mean, you almost set the building on fire, so-”

“Whatever! Only a handful of books got a little burnt-" 

“I’ve always loved your adventurous attitude. Nothing ever scares you-” Izuku’s voice suddenly trailed off. Katsuki looked over, watching as the mug started to tip forward. He quickly grabbed it, carefully prying it from Izuku’s hands. The wolf let out a soft grumble. Katsuki stood, taking the mugs to the kitchen and setting them in his sink. When he returned, the wolf gave him another huff as Katsuki slipped his arms under Izuku. 

“Shut yer trap,” Katsuki hissed. He lifted Izuku up slowly. The guy was much heavier than he looked. Just solid muscle under all those layers. Izuku’s eyes fluttered for the briefest moment before he curled into Katsuki. Murmuring under his breath. Katsuki shook his head, biting back a smile. He laid him on the couch, making sure to tuck him in tightly. “Keep an eye on him, yeah?” Katsuki whispered. The wolf chuffed, getting up and moving to lay in front of the couch. Katsuki stood still for a moment. Watching the slow rise and fall of Izuku’s chest.

Finally, he turned away, no longer able to bear the ache in his chest.

[the-bitter-ocean]

(ACT 3 SPOILERS) Hi everyone! I Wanted to post writing I did for @tealgoat In tales of time au!! For context it’s set around act 3, where Odile reached the end for the first time with a family run. The art I used in this post is made by teal and you can find the links to those drawings individually over here and here! Writing is under the cut:

< You’re here again. >

< But something feels different. >

< You managed to beat the king like always… but this time..>

< This time you had the courage to call your companions your family. >

< You got to understand all of them a little better and in turn that made you all grow closer. >

< Is that what you needed? Is that the solution to the problem? >

< You didn’t think that helping them would amount to anything much, but the story’s outcome changed a little didn’t it? >

< Even if it was small.. you know how important it is. >

< Your father used to tell you that rereading a story allows you to see details you may have not noticed on a first pass. >

< That it can your change your entire perception of the story itself, even. >

< Is this what you needed all along? >

<Your heart feels warm. >

< He used to read you stories like that all the time. >

< Fairytales about love and friendship saving the world. >

< It gave you comfort then.. and it seems it’s giving you comfort now. >

< You’ve talked to everyone.. they all said different lines then the ones you’re used to.>

< With that logic in mind.. then it should be obvious that the Head Housemaiden should say something different. >

=> < Talk to her. >

=> < Don’t talk to her yet.>

=> < Talk to her.>

< You’ve said everything you needed to say to your companions. >

< It’s time for the moment of truth. >

< You approach the Head Housemaiden and greet her. >

< “Hello!” >

< The head Housemaiden smiles at you and waves. >

((“Hello traveling one! Are you done talking to your companions? Yes, wonderful wonderful-“))

< ….?>

((“ I’d like to thank you for accompanying young Mirabelle on the journey. You have my gratitude.”))

((“ Odile, yes? If there’s anything I can do to thank you, please don’t hesitate to let me know!”))

<….?!>

((“I know you will go back on your travels soon but I do hope-”))

<…>

<…… Ah. >

< Of course. >

((“ Just know that no matter what that Dormont will always be open to you! Please come back any…time….”))

((“…!!!! Oh… oh no no no.. oh nonono-“))

< Ahahaha…!>

< You should’ve expected this. >

< Why would whatever happened before change the story’s ending now? >

< Just because you felt loved and safe? Stupid stupid stupid- you should’ve known better! Why did you decide to rely on how you felt instead of looking at the reality of the situation you’re in? >

< You try to breathe. >

((“ Oh Odile! I’m so sorry..!”))

< It’s fine. It’s just the end again. It’s the same. >

((“ I’m so sorry..there’s no way we can stop it now!” ))

< You’ll just be..>

((“- going back! Back when everything started!”))

< You know her lines by heart, now. >

< If you know what happens next…then you can always know how to react and never be disappointed.>

< You’re fine. >

< You’re…>

<| “…? Odile?” |>

<| “Is everything okay?”|>

< You turn your head and look in Siffrin’s direction. >

< He’s staring right at you. >

< You can’t shift your expression fast enough. >

<| “ Odile what’s wrong- “|>

{“ Head Housemaiden, is something the matter?” }

((“ I cant fix it on my own, not before it all ends… if only I noticed it all sooner!”))

[“Huh? What’s happening? ]

(“ Dile?”)

< You can’t move. >

< You’re frozen. >

{ “Madame, what’s-Urgh!”}

[“ Is something happening? The air around us.. it feels like.. AGH!” ]

(“ My head hurts!!!”)

((“ It’s my fault you have to suffer like this…”))

<| “ODILE!!!”|>

[“ M’DAME!!!”]

< They’re all running, reaching towards you..>

(“ Dile come back! Somethings wrong!!!”)

< You have to move. >

{“ MADAME ODILE!!!!”}

< Maybe you can catch Isabeau’s hand if you reach out to him. >

((“I just hope that one day..”))

< You slowly hold your hand out for him to hold. >

< You take a step forward. >

((“ You could learn to forgive-“))

< And you- >

__________________________________________________________

<You open your eyes, your hand reaching out to nothing. >

< You’re back in the store once more. >

< You grip unto the shelf and take a deep breath. >

< Foolish. >

< You press your fingers against the bridge of your nose and adjust your glasses. >

< You laugh quietly as you can. >

< You truly believed this could work, didn’t you?>

< You really thought helping them all would be the key to your escape! >

< That if you helped them, if you were loved, then surely it had to free you, right? >

< Hahahahaha! >

< That was awfully childish of you! >

< They loved you but it’s not enough to save you! >

< And why would it? When has anything ever been that simple for you? >

< You should know better. >

< Everything was reset back to the beginning. >

< Any character development reversed and undone. As if it never happened at all. >

< Mirabelle is back to feeling out of place because of her identity. >

< Isabeau is still hiding everything about himself, pretending to be something he’s not. >

< Boniface is back to feeling like they’re useless and that they don’t contribute enough to the rest of you. >

< Siffrin won't remember the times you spent together.. back to being scared of you..! >

< And you're back here.. again.. and again .. and again! >

< That's what you get for hoping! That's what you deserve, for being so blinding incompetent and - >

< You slowly look up and glance at the clock. >

< Siffrin will enter the shop soon, won't he? >

<…>

< You need to cut this spiral of yours short then. That’s fine, it’s not like crying ever did you any favors.>

< Focus on the present. >

<The power of friendship didn't work. That’s fine. >

< All you can do is try something else now.>

< You owe it to everyone to keep going. >

< The story isn’t over for you yet. >

| You got a MEMORY OF FAMILY! |

< You'll always remember this. >

| When equipped, Memory of Family doubles everyone's EXP gained in battle, except for yours. |

[laufire]

jason's lazarus pit was golden jason's lazarus pit was golden jasonslazaruspitwasgolden jason's lazarus pit was golden JASON'S LAZARUS PIT WAS GOLDEN

AND PIT MADNESS IS *NOTHING*

[linkspooky]

I haven't literally felt this sickened about a character ending since Azula's entire character ended with her chained to a grate and crying and screaming without her brother even lifting her finger to uh, give her a fucking hug or something.

[darlingsaturn]

Sidekick / tour guide ! Reader in Star Rail

You know how Paimon is traveller’s guide/emergency food/sidekick/spokesperson/just their bestie? imagine if HST has their own Paimon too!

Reader is their Paimon without her appearance but they still float and behave like Paimon. They make snarky comments, dissing people that is rude to mc, making nicknames for their close friends, and so on.

Reader that follow after mc and is overly friendly to them only. And the other characters just watch in utter envy as the two talk for hours while trash diving.

Reader has weakness when it comes to food. So many characters use it to lure them away into their arms or just bribe them to spend time with them without mc around.

Jing Yuan ‘accidentally’ dropping snack while he walks away. Lmao like anyone would believe him when he made a trail from tasty snacks so reader would follow him.

Reader is a bit an airhead when they’re hungry, okay? Cut them some slack.

Gepard always having little candy on his pocket just incase he runs into the trio+his crush. Him always having to fight the attention of his beloved with his own sister because big sis is 🥵 and he’s worried about his future love life if reader chose big sis.

Blade getting the nickname something along the line of ‘mean jerk guy’ because reader can’t swear for the life of them.

But he secretly likes the stupid nickname, only because it’s from reader and he would always hide his smile with a smirk every time reader called him a nickname.

Okay married couple. Get a room🙄

Dan Heng is tired of reader. But only because they support the trash diving behavior of mc instead of stopping them. Like??? Stop the trailblazer pls???🤨

You know that one scene where Dan Heng was about to kiss— ehem, give MC CPR? Yeah?

Dang Heng and March 8th kiss reader atleast once each before they decide to help mc and reader to wake up fr.

Reader maybe getting hit on and suddenly mc has personal problem with this person.

Mc being the self proclaimed designated bodyguard for their own guide. Like what?? Such a lame excuse to get close to reader. But sure. Whatever you say, simp.

Sampo being absolute menace and reader dissing him under their breath and only the trio could hear them.

Welt being absolute softy and weak when it comes to reader pouty faces whenever they ask for allowance. The trio doesn’t even get daily allowance from him??? The favoritism😪

I love Paimon, pls write about this🥺 i’am on my knees and i’m begging.