#havnt thought of this in a while

[luck-of-the-drawings]

JUST ROLL WITH IT: PRIME DEFENDERS - EPISODE 12: FESTIVAL OF FEAR

part of a thumbnail project hosted by the lovely wonderful GREF (that link goes to the twitty post, heres the pdf for ur own viewing tho)

THIS WAS VERY FUN! THANK U FOR ALLOWING ME TO JOIN AND PLAY.

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[cpunkwitch]

I haven't seen the cute girl in the wheelchair since the spotlight party a while back and I don't remember her Instagram </3

[chipchopclipclop]

hii i stumbled across your profile! but i’m just curious who’s the person in your header if u don’t mind 🫣?

cringelord gagumber from sakugan

[1o1percentmilk]

haayyy moot my friend(doesnt have tumblr) asked me 2 tell u ur roshutoi fic made them feel ill (unsure of what this means or may entail). incredible work

ahahah..? well, as long as its all in good fun... apparently making people feel ill is what i do best

[bookskittychad]

im so tired

[ashthesalamipiece]

Idk if this would be considered angst ending with fluff idk, so like there’s this Tik tok trend going around of people calling ex’s and stuff after not having talked for years to just casually say goodnight. So like let’s katsuki and reader have been divorced for years and the their 16 year old daughter lives with mom and goes home with dad on weekends, and while at her moms house she makes her mom do the trend calling katsuki to say goodnight even though they havnt spoken in like YEARS and katsuki acts all annoyed and tough and and reader and her kid are just laughing and jokeing abt it for a for a while after they hang up but then he shows up at the door 30 min laters bc he misses his wife and this was his sign he needs her back😭🤚

“Just Say Goodnight”

(Ex-husband!Bakugo x Reader — Teen daughter chaos, angst to fluff)

It started as a joke.

Your sixteen-year-old daughter, Mei, had been scrolling on TikTok all night from her spot on the couch, laughing at some trend where people called up exes, crushes, or old flings they hadn’t spoken to in years just to say: “Goodnight.”

“Mom,” she said suddenly, eyes gleaming with that teenager with a plan kind of mischief. “We should do it.”

You glanced up from your tea. “Do what?”

She flipped her phone toward you. “You should call Dad.”

You froze. “Why the hell would I call Katsuki just to say goodnight?”

“Because it’s funny,” she said, grinning. “C’mon, you haven’t talked to him in forever. Just say goodnight and hang up.”

“That’s so childish.”

“Exactly!” she said brightly. “C’mon, please? For the internet? For me?”

You sighed. “He’s gonna think I’ve lost my mind.”

“Even better,” she said, already putting the camera on you. “Just say ‘goodnight, Katsuki’ and hang up. Quick and harmless.”

You rolled your eyes, heart beating a little too fast as you pulled up his contact. You hadn’t spoken to him in… three years? Maybe more. Communication since the divorce was through lawyers, school emails, or Mei herself. Clean. Detached. Civil.

Your thumb hovered.

“I’m gonna regret this,” you muttered—and hit call.

It rang once. Twice. Three—

“What?”

You blinked. His voice sounded tired. Maybe annoyed. Probably just surprised.

You swallowed. “Goodnight, Katsuki.”

There was a pause. Static. Breathing.

“…The hell?” he finally said, flatly.

Then you hung up.

You and Mei burst out laughing, both collapsing into the couch like kids.

“Oh my god,” she wheezed. “His voice—he sounded like he thought aliens were calling.”

You wiped a tear from your eye. “He probably thinks I’m drunk or dying.”

“You have to check your texts later,” she cackled. “He’s totally gonna blow up.”

You didn’t check.

You just laughed and joked and leaned your head against your daughter’s, warm in the glow of a rare, silly moment.

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Thirty Minutes Later

There was a knock at the door.

You assumed it was a neighbor, maybe a package. You opened it without thinking.

And there he was.

Katsuki. Standing on your porch in his hoodie and sweats, hands shoved in his pockets, looking more nervous than you’d ever seen him.

Your heart stopped.

“…Katsuki?”

His jaw clenched. “Why’d you call me?”

You blinked. “I… Mei made me. It was just some TikTok trend, it wasn’t—”

“I thought something happened,” he said, voice low. “Then you just… hung up. I thought you were screwing with me. But then I couldn’t sit still.”

You stared at him, unsure what to say. He looked… older. More tired. But still him. Still Katsuki.

“I miss you,” he said suddenly, like it hurt to say. “I know I don’t deserve anything. Not after how I handled shit. But when I heard your voice again—” His hand twitched at his side. “—I realized I’ve been waiting to. For years.”

Your throat tightened. “Katsuki…”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I don’t know what I’m doing, okay? I just—I got in the car. I drove here. Because I had to see you. I needed to know if you were okay. If we were okay. If maybe… maybe we could start over. Even just a little.”

You stepped forward, heart pounding.

Inside, Mei peeked through the hallway, watching silently with big, hopeful eyes.

You let out a breath, one that had been stuck in your chest since the day the papers were signed.

“I missed you too,” you said softly. “Even when I told myself I shouldn’t.”

He stepped closer. “Can I come in?”

You didn’t answer. You just opened the door wider and reached for his hand.

When he stepped inside, it felt like the house exhaled too.

And later that night—when Mei was asleep and the dishes were done and the house was quiet again—you sat beside Katsuki on the couch, his hand in yours, his head leaned back.

“I still think that trend was stupid,” he muttered.

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “But I’m glad I called.”

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THERES SOMETHING STRANGE HAPPENING IN THE TOWN OF GOLDEN GULCH The miners have been in the mines for months, when they should have gotten a chance to come home by now. The mayor says they found something great within the earth! Something magical and powerful and the miners cannot return until it is thoroughly unearthed! He cannot say what it is yet, but this new discovery will usher in a new age of progress and technology! Meanwhile, the mayors guard has been increasing in numbers and fire power. The sheriff and his crew now only patrol at night, and the weapons his soldiers carry are getting stranger and stronger. What otherworldly influences are infecting this town? Perhaps it is an unlikely crew of rebels that will uncover these secrets

[moonstruckme]

tumblr is hiding the request from me :( but here it is, thanks for requesting!

request: Would you be willing to write about(if you havnt already) Remus X a chronic pain having reader(joint pain kinda similar to his but like all over, maybe reader also has to use a cane from time to time) that's SUPER stubborn about their pain and HATES admitting there's anything wrong with them so they don't take pain killers or use their cane unless forced to.

cw: chronic pain, pain meds

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You can’t get lost in your book. The words won’t pull you out of your body the way you need them to, so you’re watching raindrops race down the window instead. You bet on which one will win, sometimes changing your pick halfway through—because, really, you’re the one making the rules anyway—and then starting again from the top of the glass once the last round’s droplets puddle into the sill. 

You’re not sure who’s more miserable lately; you, or the sky. It’s been dull gray and weeping all week, clouds barely moving on cold winds. As if the weather isn’t making you ache enough, you slipped on the wet stairs outside your apartment yesterday and now have a nice, big bruise on your hip to boot. Remus keeps looking at the tinge of it peeking out of your trousers with a pitying little uptilt to his brows that makes you antsy. 

Remus groans as he shifts from his curled-up position next to you on the couch. He stretches his leg out, propping his ankle on the coffee table. You wince. You know he’s feeling this weather as badly as you are in his knees. 

“Alright?” you ask gently. 

He makes a low sound, halfway between a hum and a grunt. “I’ll live.” 

Remus turns his head your way, and you pretend to read your book again as you feel him scan you over. You try not to look too stiff in your own skin. To ease the grimace from your mouth. 

“How about you?” he asks. 

“Fine.” 

“Sure, dovey?” 

You know the endearment is meant to soften you. You look him right in the eyes. “Yeah.” 

He hums, holding your gaze. There’s sympathy in the warm honey brown of his eyes, the sort you can never decide whether to spurn or cling to, as well as a stubbornness to match your own. After a moment, he takes his foot off the table. 

“I’ve changed my mind,” he says, standing. “I’m getting painkillers.” 

You stand, too, fighting past the protests of your joints. “I’ll go.” 

“I’ve got it.” 

“Remus, you’re in pain.” 

You know you’re pushing it—the limits of this lie, that you’re not in just as much if not more pain than he is—and it appears Remus knows it too. Rather than saying it, he only levels you with a look. You sit down. 

Remus doesn’t have to bring the bottle of pain medication back with him after taking his own dose, but he does. He sets it right on the coffee table next to a tub of numbing cream, which he opens before rolling up the leg of his trousers. One at a time, he massages it into his sore knees. 

You pretend to yourself that your own joints don’t feel any worse for thinking of what relief might be like. The words on your page blur past your eyes. 

“Give me your hand, lovely.”

You look at Remus. He’s finished with his knees, but now he holds his hand out for you, a dollop of cream on his fingers. “Hm?” 

Your boyfriend sighs, exasperation coated in fondness. “Don’t. You’re hurting.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“I can see it in your face.” 

You feel yourself frown. “It’s not that bad.” 

“What will it hurt?” His voice gentles. He keeps looking at you, until finally, you extend your hand. 

You know Remus knows how to be gentle with you. He’s good at helping without hurting, touch soothing over your skin and working the cream into every aching crevice. You hold in a sigh. 

“Sometimes,” Remus says in a thoughtful voice, “I catch myself dismissing my pain. And then I look at you, and I think how silly that is.” 

You take the opportunity to watch him while he’s not watching you. He looks peaceful. The furrow between his brows has shallowed, now borne of concentration rather than affliction or worry as he smooths his healing touch over your wrist and works his way up to your elbow. 

“I never want you to just put up with your pain. I don’t know why I do. But thinking about you doing the same thing helps me snap out of it, so,” Remus glances up at you, a tiny smile tugging at his lips, “thank you for that.” 

“Are you saying I’m silly?” You mean to tease, but your voice comes out infused with the sigh you’d held back. You sound tender and lovestruck; more vulnerable than you intended to be. 

“You’re silly when you won’t take care of yourself,” Remus answers unapologetically. “Even sillier when you won’t let me take care of you.” 

“It’s not your job,” you say quietly. 

He frowns. His thumb rubs softly over the tender jut of your elbow. “It’s both of our job.” 

“Thank you, but I don’t feel like I need the help. I manage it fine by myself.” 

“Sweetheart.” Remus looks at you. You’re caught like a fly in his honey trap. “It doesn’t make the pain any more or less real to treat it. You’re only helping it hurt you. It’s not a bad thing to take painkillers when you need them. Or to use your cane.” 

You stiffen at the introduction of a familiar argument. “I don’t need to use it.” 

“I know, lovely. You might not have had your fall yesterday if you had been, though.” 

Your hackles must be visibly raised, because Remus only looks at your face before softening his tone further, dropping a kiss on your shoulder. 

“I only wish you’d let us both look after you a bit better. And I hate to see you hurt.” His touch skims over that sliver of bruise showing above your trousers. “My poor girl.” 

You soften. Maybe it’s the tenderness of his touch, or the quiet ache in his voice, but you find yourself leaning over until your head rests on Remus’ shoulder. He continues massaging cream into your joints, diligent and loving. 

“It’s gotta go both ways,” you say, like you’re negotiating an agreement. 

“Of course it will.”

“You can’t just always be right. You have to listen when I tell you you’re being an idiot, too.” 

You hear more than see his smile. “But I so rarely am.” 

“Trust me,” you mumble, “it happens.” 

Remus chuckles and kisses your head. “Okay, dove. I’ll listen to you.”

[4gojoz]

- between smoke and silence

pairing ∗ afab!stoner!reader x stoner!jisung

cw ∗ fluff, slightttttt angst (and i meant very slight), smoking weed, idol jisung, reader and jisung are best friends, confessions, reader lowkey friendzones jisung, lmk if I missed any!

wc ∗ 2k

a/n ∗ FIRST POST AYEEE this was supposed to be a time stamp but i got carried away… lmk if u guys like this!

the rain came down intense and relentless, making a drum like sound with each heavy drop hitting the roof of y/n’s studio apartment.

rolling papers in hand, she bops her head to the light music playing from the living room tv, the sound of the rain matching the rhythm.

“dude… ive got the munchies already..” jisung whined. he was slouched across the couch, half lidded eyes staring at the ceiling enjoying the calming atmosphere the rain and music created.

y/n let out an airy laugh “i havnt even rolled the joint yet.”

“yeah but that bong rip fucked me up” he turned to her with a smile “i havn’t had a joint in ages. im so glad we finally get a break”

y/n skillfully placed the fine ground cannabis into the rolling paper, using a makeup brush to hold the perfect shape. “me too. seeing you once every three months wasn’t cutting it for me” they both let out a giggle, jisungs smile slightly fading after a second when he realized just how little he gets to see you.

despite being done with touring, packed schedules, and huge album releases, the feeling of melancholia lingers within jisung. though he currently is in his favorite place on earth, here with you, it’s like the concert lights, hotel ceilings, and unknown cities had a permanent impact on him. don’t get him wrong, he loves performing. it’s his passion after all. but impending doom weighs in on him as he is afraid of moving on from this moment, which will soon be a distant memory.

the rhythmic patter of the rain became louder as the rain grew heavier. y/n finallly finishing up the joint, pinching the end with her thumb and pointer finger and twisting to contain the flower.

the flick of the lighter pulls jisung out of his thoughts, snapping his head in y/n’s direction to see the joint resting between her lips. he watches the light colored paper quickly turn into a ashy black shade. a deep inhale from her makes the ember come to life, bright red and glowing in the dim of the night.

as y/n exhales, the smoke releases into the air creating fun shapes and swirls that reflect in the moonlight, slightly creeping in from the curtained window across the room. jisung sits up anticipating his turn while letting out a chuckle as a small cough leaves y/n’s lips. the joint is passed between fingers, his hand slightly grazing hers in the process.

the accidental gesture made his breath hitch, it was almost as if electricity had passed through each of you. with how little he gets to see you also means how little you guys share any skin ship. the feeling familiar but unusual.

as jisung begins to take a hit, y/n slightly turns her head away—at least, she pretends too. she recalls the time he said he was too embarrassed to smoke in front of her. she secretly watches him from the corner of her eyes, though, stealing quiet glances. admiring his shyness, his mannerisms, the way his hair slightly falls in front of his eyes, the light blush that spreads across his cheeks, they way his fingers fumble just slightly, gosh. she missed this. missed him, probably more than jisung did, and he didn’t even think that was possible.

the joint was just a smoldering stub now, left somewhere in the ashtray that sat upon the coffee table. the air was thick with smoke, though quiet and calm. the rain had stopped awhile ago, and the music was cut off by a tiktok jisung wanted show off— music being completely disregarded and forgotten.

they’re both on the floor, laying together side by side. limbs lose and shoulders barely touching.

it was that post-joint haze. eyes half lidded and glossy, auto smiles on, and brains too foggy to think straight. they both strongly fought the urge to look at each other. instead they stare at the ceiling, wrapped in the comfort of just being close.

“i forgot how nice this feels,” he mumbled, almost being able to hear the soft smile that was splayed on his face.

“being high?” she asked, nudging his leg with her foot.

he slowly turned his head towards her, his smile lopsided and honest. “no. well i mean yes, but mostly just—you.”

y/n turned to meet his red eyes and smiled wildly “i missed you too ji, whenever you’re away i have to stop myself from flying to where you are. everytime,”

he only responded with a small chuckle, looking back at the ceiling as the room fell silent once again. only for a moment though, jisung returned his gaze to y/n, who’s never left him.

“hey,” he spoke quietly, voice hazy from the smoke, “you still… like me… right?”

y/n’s eyebrows contorted into a puzzled look. she didn’t immediately give him an answer. the pause stretched between them, like a thread pulled taut, ready to snap.

finally, she let out a nervous laugh, “of course, i—“ she paused, afraid if she’s misunderstanding his abrupt question. “i mean, yeah duh.. you’re my best friend, ji. what do you mean..? i don’t know if—“

the uncertainty in her voice sent a flash of discomfort through jisung. he shifted slightly, kind of regretting saying anything in the first place.

“i know… i just..” he ran his fingers through his hair, tousling it perfectly, “uh. i don’t really know what i meant by that. i guess i just—we—we’ve always been friends, but sometimes it feels like…. maybe there’s something.. more?”

y/n looked away, her gaze drifting to the ceiling as she processed what jisung just said. was there more? maybe there was. or maybe it was the high messing with their heads. she couldn’t tell.

“i don’t want to make things weird..!” jisung blurts out, he sits up anxious and uncertain, “i just thought that what i was feeling was mutual—“ he’s starting to sound nervous now, defensive. “you know what im sorry, just forget it—“

“no jisung. i get what you mean.” she cuts him off, meeting his gaze again. “we’ve known each other forever it feels like. it’s just complicated, you know?”

the silence stretched once again. this time, not so comfortable.

jisung layed back down beside her, his mind racing, his heart pounding. “yeah.. complicated”

it was so quiet, both y/n’s and jisungs hearts pounding in nervousness.

y/n exhales slowly, her fingers trailing up and down lightly against jisungs arm, the gesture disrupting his thoughts “what if we tried it..? you know.. more than friends..” she says cautiously, yet almost teasingly at the same time.

jisung froze, her fingers still leaving soft feathered touches to his arm. “what do you mean?” his voice light, almost uncertain, making her stomach twist in a way she’d never fully be able to explain.

“you know… us,” she replied, glancing over at him quickly, then looking away almost immediately, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

jisung stayed silent for a moment, the pause feeling like an eternity to her. she was about to take it back— just laugh it off and change the subject. but the look he gave her told her not too.

“i don’t know,” he murmured finally, uncertainty in his eyes “what—what if it ruins everything..” she didn’t respond.

“what if something happens.. i don’t want to lose you” jisung admitted, his voice barely audible. “but I don’t wanna pretend like I don’t feel something more either..”

y/n’s breath hitched in her throat. “i don’t wanna lose you either, jisung.”

somehow, they were so close to each other now, they can practically feel each others breath, only inches apart.

“i wasn’t expecting you to feel the same way..” he chuckled, relieving some of the tension that had settled its way into the conversation.

y/n’s heart pounded in her chest “i do,” she confessed. “i think i always have.”

and for the first time, they both realized that whatever happened next—whether they took the leap or let things unfold at their own pace—it would be together. and that was enough for now.

[rueharley]

"It's not In my nature to"

Rafe cameron x Reader girlfriend

Where Reader and Rafe cameron get into an argument over why reader has been distant. Mostly for me to just vent out; things have been tough lately.

+ make up (I promise it's a happy ending)

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"Baby, talk to me," Rafe said with a tone influenced with a hidden plea. His eyes were trained onto me like a sniper, watching for any break, any hint of me opening up to him.

"I don't want to talk," I retort simply, my gaze falling anywhere but between the two sofas we were on.

My shoulders felt tense, no matter me trying to remain calm. Although I felt my throat being tight, I restrained myself from clenching my jaw, the gesture so easily being misunderstood as contempt.

He leaned back on the sofa and huffed, "of course" he mumbled, his voice bordered on anger, this was a point that wasn't lost on me.

I find anger unbearable and terrifying, yet clearly not enough to pull me from my old bad habits.

He looked across to me, i could almost see him as he considered if he should push me or not.

His icy blue eyes flickered across my face, analysing what the hell was wrong with my and why I was always so defensive.

I exhaled slowly, I felt this deep undercurrent of shame, of disgust with myself.

He, of course, was right. I should confide in him, talk to him, speak to him, say something to him. Regardless of the irrational, morbid, or even absurd concerns of mine, I shouldn't be hiding from him like this.

This is a default defence of mine - It is destructive.

"Can you give me some idea on what's wrong?" he spoke pulling me from my thoughts.

His voice was still filled with annoyance but he tried to keep reasonable, and I was grateful for that.

I ran through all the thoughts in my head. Give him something, anything, just try.

"is it.. Your family? Did something happen with them?" he spoke tentatively, trying to encourage me.

I shook my head, the simple act of speaking was now something that felt impossible. How can emotions manage to disable your most practiced actions so competently?

"Your friends..?" his words assaulted the air and I could only feel bad for making him guess.

He shouldn't have to guess what was wrong, the whole reason I didn't tell him because I think I'm being sensitive. It's not a secret, just something I wanted to blow over.

A moment of silence passed as he contemplated continued questioning. It's strange how well we read each other, yet sometimes we can't reach each other at all.

He sighed softly, he knew by my little reaction that my response was a no.

"is it.. Me? Did I do something?" he said with an almost unnoticed increase of frustration. His eyes watched me a bit closer, I wondered if he already knew.

It didn't even cross my mind to verbalise agreement. Yet in my mind the words 'yes' were speaking.

A tactical pause enveloped the room, a tactical pause or a hesitant falter - I'm ignorant to the difference.

I nodded so delicately, as if my agreement could cause an entire war from the simple gesture.

The ticking clock on the wall was mocking us. Mocking our inability to be as readable and consistent as it was. But this is a bit of a random and unnecessary thought.

His gaze focused and I felt the room's atmosphere intensify. I think I just confused the hell out of him while simultaneously giving him the relief of something close to an answer.

"I did something?" his voice was lower and genuinely curious, "what did I do, baby?"

I watched his bewildered face, it made me feel a pang of guilt. This was the whole reason I never wanted to tell him in the first place.

I looked to my hands, I was now rethinking everything I felt, gushing with guilt or was it remorse, I'm not sure what the difference is.

I need to speak, I have to speak.

I can feel him waiting to hear me and for some reason it feels like a climax to an undefinable end.

What is it that I'm overthinking, I havnt even said a word yet.

But that's the thing; words are unbearable. Who gave humans the ability to speak, yet be misunderstood with a strange sense of eagerness. Words hold no solace, they simply lack the inbetweens that might articulate my feelings.

Maybe there are not enough words to describe what is happening to me - or maybe I was never supposed to try.

I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts, Rafes gaze was still on me and he knew I was thinking about the exact thing he did.

"it is something you did"

My words were like a storm and the silence that followed were like a palpitation.

His expression hardened as I confirmed that the source of the issue was him.

I knew that if looks could speak, ours would be screaming at each other in multiple languages. Not angrily, just because at times we can both be very expressive people.

He could read in my pretty bland expression that I wasn't going to go any further into this. Admitting it was him at the root of it was an achievement in itself.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, frustration and concern sat precariously on his handsome features.

I loved him so much.

He leans forward, closing some of the distance between us. His eyes were focused with a hint of determination.

"Can you at least let me know what it is that I did?" he spoke lowly and carefully. He was really trying to understand this confusing rift between us.

"No.." I say quietly, speaking a bit quicker than I wanted to and instantly regretting it. That was my best opportunity to open up and I lost it with my own stubbornness.

A flicker of anger met his face. His icy gaze, not colder, but deeper, as if challenged by the extent of his own emotions.

"You won't even tell me? Why are you being so damn frustrating..?"

Without missing a beat from his harsher reply I replied

"You were the one trying to get it out of me when I didn't want to say anything." my tone wasn't too harsh, I never could be too harsh with him, but it definitely carried some heat.

Rafe scoffed as he looked away for a moment. His gaze remained in the distance, he was trying to calm himself.

The slow realisation that seems to be felt simultaneously during arguing came into the room. A mutual recognising that we do love each other, that arguing is kinda stupid.

"You're not making this very easy" he spoke gently, his gaze still away.

"It's not In my nature to" I replied, ensuring that silence wouldn't have arrested the room.

His unintentionally intense gaze came back to me.

It was so open it was almost alarming, so I looked to him with that same, surrendering agreement.

"what did I do, baby?" he spoke, his words lacking bite or challenge. His eyes were softer but focused, in no universe would I feel fonder of something.

I inhaled deeply and decided to bite the bullet. Face it. I loved him and love makes you have to do hard things.

"I'm just a bit.. Scared.." I began to say, my words delicate, my words precise, and with a little too much thought.

"Come here, baby," Rafe practically whispered as he tapped the sofa besides him.

I moved to besides him, the soft feeling of comfort meeting my body from his simple gesture.

I sat besides him and he rests his hand on my thigh.

I was sat close enough that I could smell the faint scent of his cologne.

"why are you scared, baby?" he asks quietly, his gaze ducking to stay on mine.

"I just.. I realised how serious this relationship is now.. That we are tied, like that" I say, crossing my fingers following the gesture of two souls intertwined.

I noticed how a flicker of confusion met with his eyes, yet he remained quiet to let me speak.

"I'm scared because I realised this is headed one way and that this is a serious, long term relationship" I spoke, a bit more confidently now.

"baby.." he bagan to reply, his gaze flickering off as he collected his words. "so you've been off and distant lately.. Because of a good thing..?"

"well 'good thing' is all about perspective.." my voice trailed slightly.

"no, baby," he cut me off, his tone a bit harsher, "it is not a bad thing. This relationship is a good thing, it's precious to us both, so you'll be fine,"

"but-"

"No, this isn't something you get upset over. Don't get upset over good things," He said his tone lightening to his more usual confident tone.

I sighed, not convinced.

He moved closer to me and held the side of my neck with his hand. His eyes watched me with their usual fondness and ease.

"my pretty girl" he murmurs.

I smiled slightly under his gaze, his words sounded so beautiful.

"I've always gotta keep an eye on your thoughts, huh"

I tutted at his choice of words, however, he did aways have a way to deal with my anxieties. He often just denied them and kept reminding me of reality, and when it's coming from him it seems to work.

He moved closer, his hot breath fluttered over my skin.

"pretty, Gorgeous, baby.. Mine, my baby," he murmers, almost inaudible.

It made my heart beat a bit quicker hearing him speak like that.

He quickly moved closer pushing his lips on to mine. He kissed me with passion and desire, somehow it blocked out all my thoughts.

He continued to kiss me, our lips moving against each others desperately.

I pushed against the kiss wanting more, yet he pulled away, much to my dismay.

I huffed out in protest.

"need to know you'll talk to me about this stuff in the future, baby," he says quietly resting his forehead against mine.

I nodded in response, as agreement.

"yeah?" he says wanting me to copy him for a verbal reply. His eyes bored into mine.

"yeah." I reply with promise.

"good girl, I love you, my baby," he says moving and kissing me lightly on the forehead.

"I love you too"

[cryptidghostgirl]

This is gunna sound confusing and Idk if you do him or not but could you do a Vox x reader where they have been dating for a while and Vox realizes that they havnt kissed yet and whenever he has tried or tries she turns away with a nervous laugh and says something to distract him and he finds out it's because she is nervous that she will mess up his screen like smudge it or break it (like when you touch a tv and the light warps because the screen moves slightly and if you do it to hard it can stay that way)

A/N i am actually obsessed with this idea. it is so cute and fluffy. it was so fun to write. Also, I know I said that part four of Cover Up was next in line but that part is gonna be NSFW and I am kinda nervous about it so....

Smudge (Vox x Gn!Partner!Reader)

Pairing: Vox x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort (but you're the one comforting Vox mostly)

Word Count: 1,255

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Vox had known Y/n for nearly a year now and they had been together for just over five months. At first, he had assumed their resistance to have any physical contact outside of the holding of hands, the occasional hug or cuddle in front of the TV, was out of a desire to take things slow.

He looked over at where they sat beside him on the couch, his arm draped over the back of the sofa.

That he could understand. What he didn't understand was how slow taking it slow really meant. More than five months in and they had yet to have their first kiss. Y/n had never even so much as given him a peck on the cheek. Vox was a patient man but it didn't stop him from trying, he leaned in. Just as his lips were about to make contact with the side of their head -- not even their face! -- he felt a soft pressure on his shoulder.

Y/n had stopped him, again. Their eyes met his. They hadn't even given him the dignity of a gentle hand on his cheek, of anything other than an apologetic smile.

"I need to shower, my hair is greasy."

Vox was a confident man. In his position, it was hard not to be. Still, the whole situation was beginning to weigh on him. Y/n must have noticed as the smile slipped from their face, morphing their features into an expression of mild concern.

"Vox, hunny, are you okay?"

"I..."

He withdrew from the warmth of their touch, fixing his gaze back on the TV. It was unfamiliar territory. He had never had trouble getting people before, he had no idea how to act. In every past experience, he hadn't cared what disregarding such a request as to not kiss a prospective partner, or real partner even, could do. The care was what made things complicated.

Vox was not a good man. He had never been a good man, not even when alive. Y/n made him want to be one. The way they saw him... they didn't want him for his power, his influence, his money. They wanted him for him. It was obvious. In every lingering touch, every word, every home cooked meal or surprise outing. It was all so new, so different. They made Vox want to be the man they thought him to be.

"It's nothing."

Y/n was silent for a moment. He could feel their eyes on him but did not dare to return their quizzical stare. It was all so fragile, their relationship, even Y/n themself. He heard them sigh and felt their weight shift on the couch beside him. The TV clicked off. At last, he met their gaze once more.

"I don't like it when you lie to me." they hummed softly, turning to face him fully, pulling their knees up onto the couch, "What's going on?"

Vox grimaced.

"It's... please, Y/n. Don't worry about it. Everything is okay, I promise."

Y/n raised their eyebrows, cocking their head to one side. They could tell he was lying. Somehow, they always could. From the moment he met them, Vox had the uncanny feeling Y/n could see right through his facade, to the very essence of his being. It was a fear, it was a thrill, it was a delight, it was...

Vox sighed, his eyes finding his hands where they rested in his lap. He wasn't used to feeling small, to feeling weak. He did now.

"It's stupid."

"If it is bothering you this much, it's not stupid Voxy."

The dam broke.

"Why wont you kiss me?"

His voice came out smaller than he'd meant it too, more frail then he thought it was possible of being. Y/n said nothing in response and tentatively, Vox looked back over to them. Their lips were slightly parted, their eyes met his. Y/n blushed and looked away.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Vox sighed, leaning back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, "I told you, don't worry about it."

"No, Vox. It... clearly its upsetting you, let's talk about it."

"So, why wont you?" he prompted after a moment.

He watched them out of the corner of his eye, noting the way their eyes flicked nervously around the room, the way they fiddled with their interlaced fingers. A tremor in his diaphragm, his heart fell.

"If you don't..." Vox took a deep breath, "if you d-"

"It's not that I don't love you." Y/n interrupted, still refusing to meet his sidelong glance with their own eyes, "It's... I want to be with you Vox, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me for Christ's sake it's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's... stupid."

They looked up at him, the hint of a smile on their face, their brow furrowed. Vox straightened himself. If they were going to repeat his words, he could repeat theirs too. He took their hands into his, facing fear head on.

"If it's bothering you that much, it can't be stupid or... or whatever it was you said..."

Y/n let out a slight laugh.

"Okay fine, but you have to promise not to laugh, okay?"

"I promise."

They watched him for a moment, appraising the validity of his statement, before nodding their head once.

"Isn't it going to... I don't know... what if I crack your screen?"

Vox's eyes went wide. He couldn't help himself, he laughed. Y/n pulled their hands from his, hitting his arm playfully.

"Hey! You promised."

"I know!" Vox struggled to catch his breath, "It's just... thats what you've been worried about this whole time?"

"Uh... yeah?"

Finally, Vox managed to calm himself, looking over at Y/n happily.

"What."

"Come here."

He patted his lap. Y/n looked doubtfully between his hand and his face.

"Come here." Vox said again.

They rolled their eyes, standing up and taking a few steps towards Vox before sitting down.

"Other way."

They shot him a look over their shoulder. Vox rolled his eyes.

"Please."

"Why?"

"Just... trust me."

After a moments thought, Y/n readjusted their position, now straddling their boyfriend. They placed their hands on his shoulders, keeping their balance. Vox reached a hand up to their face, cupping their cheek gently. Y/n leaned into the gesture as if on instinct, their cheeks flushing pink once they realized what they had done. Vox chuckled.

"Y/n, can I kiss you?"

"What if I smudge your glass? Or like, leave one of those weird imprints or something on your face? I-"

He cut them off mid worry, pressing his lips softly to theirs. It was not a long kiss or a very deep one but it sent shivers down Y/n's spine, sparks to Vox's fingers. Their eyes met, Y/n was breathless.

"Not so bad, was it?"

Y/n leaned forward, balling their hands into the unbuttoned collar of his shirt as they kissed him again.

"No." they hummed, "Not bad at all."

Vox laughed. Running a hand through their hair, he pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. He couldn't stop smiling.

"I'm alright."

"I was right though."

Vox's brow furrowed and Y/n grinned up at him, raising their hand to his face.

"I did smudge you."

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[devil-in-hiding]

Sometimes I just sit down and think about getting fucked :) right now it's threesome thoughts but naturaly I'd bend to poly 141... I really like the idea of laswell and John having to deal with a girl who was forced into military work to escape her prison sentence...

I havnt played the game keep that in mind

John fucking you from behind while holding you up by your hair to look at Kate. Your eyes are unfocused and tears are constantly running down your cheeks as John laughs at you while Kate strokes you cheek and talks to you like a baby. It's when john starts playing with your arsehole you freeze up and Kate suddenly grabs your face- forcing you to look into her glaring eyes. Your releasing little squeaks involuntarily everyone john thrusts and your hands grip Kate's thighs for some kind of support when she sneers at you and growls "don't you dare cum little girl"

And you make a worried whine when John moves his hand from your ass to your clit, thumbing it gently. Your eyes flutter no matter how hard to try to keep them open to give her a pleading look and words escape you for whimpers.

"Please- m-" mommy but luckily you cut yourself off with a sob and your limbs losing function as you cum. The only reason your head is still up is because of John's grip on your hair.

They dont let you get your breath back before Kate slaps your cheek and grabs your face again "bad girl" she whispers before running her hand along your hairline gently and giving john a look you couldn't decipher. You damn near pass out when John picks up the pace and sends a harsh slap to your throbbing clit.

"One more, 'ey?" John grunts from behind you "couldn' even listen to one order, it ain't lookin' good for you" Kate kisses your hairline and ignores your stuttering words and she hurts a laugh and says:

"Im sure your boys will love her"

-👠

oh jesus christ-

i just woke up and i’m so out of sorts and this just about made me fall to my knees

[mi-co-uk]

ᯓ 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖙𝖊 ⋆.˚

CRIMINAL MATT AND "PRINCESS" READER HEADCANONS

જ⁀➴ au masterlist here !

CRIMINAL MATT:

ᯓ his hobby is just stalking princess reader, he mentally criticises her for not being cautious of her surroundings and the only reason other guys havnt preyed on her is because of matt getting to them before they can even try.

ᯓ he's stabbed the tires of multiple guys that did as little as look at reader wrong or if she seemed remotely interested in them

ᯓ has bought a variety of items that he saw reader look at in shops or he just thinks she'll like. has them saved and scattered wrapping or in gift bags but he's too nervous to try giving them to her

ᯓ if he's watching/listening to reader while she's hanging out with one of her friends matt will get probably overly invested in the drama - he knows everyone she's around , who she follows and he knows anyone at the school so he enjoys hearing the gossip as there's limits on WHAT he knows

ᯓ in a way it was kind of beneficial to start stalking reader because he doesn't have time for his own stuff, like he drinks a lot less and gets into less fights to not draw attention to himself when he's trying to keep an eye on reader

ᯓ her favourite things are now his even if he doesn't actually like them. wasn't a big fan of vanilla scented things but now he obsesses over them as they remind matt of reader. will do things like order the same drink reader did so he feels closer to her and like he's actually hanging out with her as oppose to watching her

ᯓ the one line he won't cross is going into readers house. he knows he can't hurt your brother which pisses him off endlessly but he also looks out for you at times matt can't always so he wouldn't break that reliance. the only time he doesn't know what you're doing is when you're in your house.

ᯓ he barely spends time at his own house going as far to sleep in his car when you're in your house

ᯓ is for some reason confident you have no idea who he is and that you are unaware that he knows everything about you.

"PRINCESS" READER:

ᯓ is very very curious about criminal matt. whenever she sees him around for a split second it makes her even more curious. like why is he in places like a mall? it doesn't fit the rumours people spread about him living away somewhere stupid like the middle of the words like an animal or being barely traceable - she sees him all the time, he can't be the big mystery everyone makes him out to be

ᯓ her brother for a period of time was convinced that matt was stalking him, never once occurred to either of them that it was princess reader.

ᯓ secretly very insecure and finds everything overwhelming. only likes flirting with guys because they give her a sense of worth but it doesn't last long enough for her to actually do anything, still a virgin and still terrified of that kind of intimacy despite what people think and despite all the things she thinks about in her head

ᯓ has a journal of her deep dark secrets and thoughts that let's all hope no one finds and takes a look through 😋

ᯓ absolutely despises her brothers best friend, wont even go near him if she can help it. he's grimey and won't take a hint but he practically lives with them so it's virtually impossible to get away from

ᯓ is on various meds for anxiety so doesn't do any drugs despite encouragement from the people at her brothers parties. she's not really suppose to smoke either but she does anyway.

ᯓ doesn't tolerate being considered weak - tells her brother she doesn't like the guy and what he said so he'll kick his teeth in and ruin his reputation enough he doesn't try going near reader again. she's not weak or dumb or an easy target. she flirts with who she wants but she's not even close to desperate for the attention and she hates guys that think otherwise

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[aromanticofficial]

hey dude kinda wanted to complain about stuff. I’m aroallo I don’t date or do partners and im a man and the only other kinda queer I am is a little bit gay cause men are pretty and well the not ace part and all that but I’m not like feminine and stuff so when queer people see me they kind of single me out as like not actually queer cause I just look like some guy and well I am some guy and I’m not gay in the way they consider actually gay because of the whole no partnering thing on top of that I don’t really like feminine men or non binary men I’ve got pretty specific preferences when it comes to alot of stuff so idk I kind of feel left out alot

I got kicked out of alot of groups and stuff especially growing up people would try to make me like “more queer” I guess insisting that I should like try dating men and involving myself with like fem men men with more complicated genders or men who didn’t have dicks and it wasn’t really my style alot of people saw me as like something to be fixed or kicked out and when I didn’t act or do what they wanted they lowkey booted me saying I was scaring the other people in the group and making people uncomfortable actually that happened way more then once.

I tried making myself try alot of things I didn’t want to do or be or be with because of it and it’s been years since all that but something recently brought it up again and even if it’s not as direct I still feel excluded usually so I just wanted to like whine about it a little in your inbox lol.

One thing was a while back I used to make pins and badges with flags for everyone cause I thought If I did people wouldn’t be as scared of me it didn’t work but years later I still do it just because and I ended up giving a couple out recently just cause and my friends now we’re really happy and they don’t treat me like some kind of threat and it’s real nice they even hugged me like alot and they still do it like randomly or whenever I lean in or ask for one! Just so casually it’s really nice I’ve never really gotten held or hugged like that before I got really shy at first actually lol my recent friends they don’t mind what I am they’re sweet I showed them the aroallo flag and they were so nice they were trying to guess what it was and I told them it was the most like casual chill reaction I’ve ever gotten explaining it to someone.

I’m still kind of processing the fact I like men and it’s hard cause I don’t know I’ve sort or been doing on my own cause I’ve gotten kicked from so many places and sure I’ve got friends now but I don’t feel like safe mentioning that part or admitting it’s something I still struggle with and havnt really come to terms with I’m realizing I never really let myself think about men in any kind of gay way and when I try I get mad and embarrassed disgusted and a whole mess of emotions and like being ignored and treated like a threat kind of messed me up and made it even hard r to admit and focus on what I want I guess I’ve been so focused on being palatable in queer spaces I couldn’t actually be queer in them.

last thing let me know if I worded something off I try to like explain preferences without saying something wrong or like exclusionist yknow but sometimes I get things mixed up and I don’t know like alot of titles and like ways to be so let me know if I worded something wrong

Anyway if you post this can you tag it with a sunflower emoji or yellow heart so I can find it later please. And if other Aro blogs want to like respond to or say something that’d be really nice thanks for reading all this I know it was a lot of text

anon you have so many of my condolences for your treatment by other members of the queer community. I hope you find the people who understand you in the future

[fanficriter]

marc anciel with a reader who just randomly follows him around for like 2 minutes then leaves><!!and n̶o̶t̶ so secretly crushes on him??

don't fforget to drink water/eat and good night<33

-❧ anon if I may be❤

Marc Anciel x Crushing! Reader

this might be VERY ooc cuz i havnt rlly watched mlb in yonks but i will try be best ! This is also very short so i apologise.

Gender Neutral Reader

- You both met in Art Class!

- Sitting next to eachother, naturally you guys striked up a bit of a conversation

- He hasn’t been able to escape you since.

- Actually, yes he has. Because you had a habit of hanging around him then randomly leaving

- It confused the hell out of him

- Did you not like him? Did he smell bad? Did you leave because he didn’t say anything?

- Loud incorrect buzzer

- You’d follow him, trying to find a way to strike up conversation, but would get to shy and run away

- You confided in Marionette about your little crush and she was quick to help you out! Telling you about things he could talk about for hours, so you could bring them up!

- It worked pretty well!

- Sooner or later you guys were talking more and more during class!

- Nathaniel figured out about your crush pretty quickly.

- The way you’d blush every time he went on a rant about something he was passionate about

- Or just the way you’d linger around, trying to think of something to say

- Being his best friend, he told Marc pretty quickly

- “I think Y/n has a crush on you.”

- “Hah! What? N-no way!”

- He thought about it for a while. I mean, it’s not like you didn’t like him… You followed him around pretty frequently. Always complimenting him and whatnot.

- Poor guy was in denial

- Until you confessed 🎉

- “But then… Why do you randomly leave all the time?!”

- “I dunno… i don’t want you to think i’m weird for following you! I just don’t really know what to say…”

- He understood, he could get pretty shy to.

- After that, he started talking to you when you’d linger behind him, trying to get to know you better

- You both learned you had a lot in common!

- Maybe following your crushes around aimlessly actually works! (no it doesn’t)

This was lowkey difficult to write, i do not know his character at all 😭🙏