#tbh i’m just worried about writing him ooc

[anmiruzu]

Procrastinating with Senjuro

a/n just a small drabble while i procrastinate on my hw assignment i hate my honors teacher anyways i have no idea if i did his character justice bvfhdj this is why i hate writing dialogue :”D

-218 words-

you sigh as you rest your head on your unfinished papers.

“...y/n”

“hm?” you curiously look up at senjuro. “yeah?”

“you have to at least do something”

“i know, i know, but it’s so boring — y’know, actually, how much have you done, sen?”

“i’m almost done”

you bolt up with surprise evident in your eyes. “you are?!”

“yes, do you want help?”

“please”

senjuro soon finishes his own assignment and switches his attention to you and your work. you continue to quietly grumble not wanting to work on your uninteresting assignment. 

he starts to help you with your assignment pointing out areas you can improve on and giving you general tips. as you reach the half-way point, he gently pats your head as a reward. 

“you’ve made progress”

“yup, just another half to go” you stretch your arms and yawn as you start to work again.

senjuro smiles as he gently runs his hand through your hair. “do you want to take a break? we’ve been working for quite a while”

“yeah, that sounds nice”

“mhm” senjuro gets up from the tatami mat to head towards the kitchen. “i’ll make you some of your favorite so relax”

“thank you, senjuro”

“of course” he leans down and gives you a small kiss on the nose. “anything for you”  

{kimetsu no yaiba masterlist here}

[tvrningout-archived]

it’s stuff like this post and this post that makes me want to write k.yojuro bc he’s just!! such a good egg and brings my little heart so much joy when i think about him :’ )) but i dunno we’ll see! it’s just a thought bc we’ve had some very lovely kyo portrayals and it maybe shouldn’t matter? but i’m not sure if i’d have anything to add that hasn’t been explored before.

[fae-of-fiction]

✧ — cutie pie ᡣ𐭩₊˚.⋆⁺₊

✧ — there’s just some things that you do that are too irresistibly cute; oliver aiku, isagi yoichi, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei, kunigami rensuke, bachira meguru ᡣ𐭩₊˚.⋆⁺₊

✧ — 1k words (some parts are longer than others, oops)

✧ — fem!reader, established relationships, cuteness aggression, language (i have a potty mouth), reader is shorter than the boys but otherwise kept nondescript, fluff, soft!boys, whipped!boys, prolly some ooc (pls let me be delulu), domesticity, some subtle suggestiveness, not proofread (we die like men) (i’ll prolly go back and fix it up later but it’s 2am and my ass needs sleep), my writing :,)

✧ — it’s only my second post and i’m already switching my format slightly? yes. yes i am. i swear this is the only time i will change it up i hope. enough of my blabbing, here’s the things they find cute! <3 (tbh i feel like all of these could apply to all of them but for the sake of convenience i’m doing it this way)

aiku considers himself a tough man. he doesn’t coo at fluffy kittens or cute babies, and he sure as hell doesn’t do that weird baby voice thing when talking to them.

but you — oh, you’re something entirely different.

especially when you’re struggling to reach something on a high shelf.

maybe it makes him cruel, but when aiku notices you in this particular predicament, his first instinct isn’t to reach above you and grab the object you’re seeking for you — instead it’s to watch.

he watches as your shirt slips up your back, teasing him with that tiniest sliver of skin. watches as your dainty fingers try desperately to grasp the object that’s just out of your reach. revels in the little bounces you pull off as you try to gain some leverage through a small jump. melts on the inside when you finally give up and turn back to him with innocent sort of helplessness on your face and ask him for help.

only then does aiku feel that mistimed instinct to come to your rescue, and no, he absolutely does not flush or feel giddy when you beam at him and thank him with those adoring eyes.

when isagi had been asked what his “type” was, he genuinely didn’t have an answer. he always figured he’d just be attracted to whatever he was attracted to — and there was no need to put a name to it.

that was, until he met you — and then it became all too clear that isagi did have a type; the mother hen.

others may find it slightly overbearing to be bombarded by such intrusive mother-henning, but isagi finds it absolutely adorable. you’re always checking in on him, ensuring that he gets the proper amount to eat and drink, that he’s maintaining a healthy sleeping schedule; hell, sometimes you even chastise him when you feel he’s practicing too much — and even that is cute, because you get all pouty when you do so, your cheeks slightly flushed and eyes clouded with genuine worry.

it makes isagi feel seen and loved, cared for in a way that he’s never experienced before. in a way that he wants to bask in forever.

karasu absolutely adores your clinginess.

he’s heard many other guys sigh and groan about how smothered they feel when their girl is clingy, and truthfully, karasu simply can’t relate.

nothing makes him feel bigger than when you want to be near him. you wrap your arms around him and cling to him like a second skin, no matter what it is he’s doing. your love language is clearly physical touch, and you speak it so fluently — a hand in his, side to side, shoulder rubbing shoulder, arms wrapped around his middle, lips fastened to his neck or mouth.

when karasu is allowed to have his phone, he’s greeted with multiple messages, pictures and videos all from you, clogging up his feed — some may find that a little too needy, but karasu revels in it and saves every picture you send. he loves knowing you miss him and that he’s in your head more often than not.

you’re all over him, in person and in distance, and karasu loves it. finds it cuter than a fluffy kitten wearing a ribbon. maybe he squeezes you a little too hard when you throw yourself at him, but when you’re that damn cute and attached to him, how can he resist?

shidou never really thought about the allure of having a quote on quote “mini-me.”

at least, not until you started replicating everything he did. it started out small, with you merely adapting some of his words and phrases into your dialect.

but it didn’t take long for your attitude to start to morph into something similar to his; quick to temper, cocky, and shamelessly vulgar, shidou couldn’t help but see himself in you. gone was the woman he originally fell for. she had been replaced by someone molded from him, from his influence and love, and rather than irk him or put him off, it only drove him to love you even more.

you were so cute when you copied him. when you used all the insults to slice into someone that he would have used, when you developed his same “i don’t give a fuck” attitude, when you stopped letting other people walk all over you.

you’d effectively been shaped into a piece of him, and shidou would never grow tired of seeing the evidence of it.

kunigami will never tire of hearing your laugh.

no, not those cute little giggles you used to use around him — your real laugh, the one you only allow to slip out when you’ve become comfortable enough to do so.

you say you hate it, but kunigami swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful in his life — it’s purely angelic, and far too cute for him to handle.

there’s something about it that blazes up his chest and makes him feel lighter than a feather, especially when he’s the one that evokes it. it wraps around him like the warmest, comfiest blanket and makes him feel as if he’s on top of the world. it never fails to make him smile, even if he’s in the worst mood of the century.

bachira absolutely melts when you become defensive of him.

it’s a fairly common occurrence — you tend to take things said to or about him much harder than he himself does, and you’ll defend his honor until you’re blue in the face. it can be quite an entertaining sight when you catch wind of something a rival team member said; because you have zero hesitance to stomp right up to them and confront them.

bachira doesn’t mean to find it so cute — given how absolutely torn up you seem about it when it happens, bachira feels he shouldn’t view it the way he does; but he genuinely can’t help it.

seeing you become so worked up, with your full lips all pouty and your eyebrows drawn together, just warms him from the inside out. maybe it’s because he’s never had anyone become so emotional over a slight to his person, never had anyone so ready to swing just to “beat some manners” into someone because they were rude to him.

or maybe it’s because you’ve always just been cute, and you look even cuter when you get all worked up over him. whatever the reason is, bachira selfishly hopes you never stop — because he’s never felt more loved and cared for than when you do it.

as always, comments/likes/reblogs are not required, but are always appreciated! thank you so much for reading, lovelies!

[obbystars]

It hurts to be something, it’s worse to be nothing with you.

NOTES: dividers by @cafekitsune !!

( Written before 2.2 / Kinda short tbh / Boothill may be OOC / not really angst as it turns into fluff tbh / I blame this / title was chosen because I was listening to the song at the time / GN!Reader )

It took a while for Boothill to even get used to this new life, or new body. Every time he looked at himself, he’s reminded of what was stolen from him. For a time, he hated his body. He sometimes wished he stayed dead. He feels so cold. He didn’t… He never wanted this, though as time passed, he grew accustomed to it. He eventually accepted it, but it never stopped those thoughts from worming their way back into his head.

He doesn’t quite feel… human. Nothing about him truly felt human.

“Boothill? You still there?” The voice was barely above a whisper.

“Hm?”

The gentle beating of a heart entered his ears. He felt warm. He felt a warm hand gently rubbing his face. Another hand was playing with a few strands of his hair before it was now gently brushing it. He opened his eyes, finding himself in an all too familiar room. One he had always looked forward to going back to once he finally had time to spare.

And underneath him? His favorite person, of course. Someone he always looked forward to seeing again, to spending more time with. He looks up at you, and you took note of his expression.

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up?”

He shook his head, burying his face into your chest and closing his eyes again, “No, no ya didn’t... Don’t worry ‘bout it,”

His arms were wrapped securely around your waist, trapping you in bed with him. You wiggled around in his grip for a bit to get a bit comfortable, resulting in you having to move him further up. His face was now in the crook of your neck.

Was he crushing you? Surely if he was, you would’ve said something or even tried to nudge him away. Were you cold? He hoped not… You did sometimes push him off of you because he was too cold. Sometimes he wishes he could provide you the warmth you always give him, but it’s not like he can feel it anywhere else other than his face. He hated that.

“You okay?” You questioned, your voice snapping him back to reality.

His answer was only a faint hum this time. He feels your hand brush his hair again, and you swear you can just feel him melt under your touch. It surprised you sometimes. A brash, flamboyant Galaxy Ranger, always full of energy and ready for the next journey across the stars almost turning into mush once your hands meet him. It was something you picked up on very quickly, and it didn’t take as long for you to realize why he reacts this way.

“Does it bother you?”

Your hands stop moving through the white strands, “Does what bother me?”

“This… My body. Does it-”

“No. Not at all,” you suddenly cut in, “You get cold sometimes, but that doesn’t bother me. Why do you ask?”

“…it’s nothin’,”

You turn your head to face him, nuzzling him knowing he can feel you there, “Well… It definitely is something, but… Whenever you’re ready, I’m all ears,”

He can feel you gently press a kiss on his head, and another, and another, and another. The only place where he can feel you, and you were practically showering him with small kisses.

He feels warm, especially when he’s with you. Maybe that’s why he always looks forward to moments like this with you because for once, even if it’s just for a moment, he feels human.

ehhh, this felt better in my head but oh well, I just really wanted to write Boothill

I don’t regularly post fics or hcs like this but maybe I’ll make a silly side blog for it if I do find myself wanting to write so much more for Boothill ( I literally love him so much )

[acesgarden]

can you please do a movie Lloyd X reader basically this takes place after the movie so everyone in Ninjago city knows that Lloyd is the green ninja but back to the plot Lloyd is currently going through the Oni and dragon equivalent of puberty so he is growing 2 new arms, horns, Wings and a tail and the reader always visit and Lloyd is starting to feel insecure so the reader shows Lloyd all the messages on her phone and all of them are from there school saying that Lloyd will always be the city green ninja and so on and Lloyd is happy that everyone will accept him and the reader and Lloyd end up cuddling and then garmadon walks in accidentally and processed to embarrass Lloyd in front of the reader and the reader pushes garmadon out of Lloyd room and the reader locks the door so both the reader and Lloyd can have cuddling in peace and the reader says that she loves him no matter what he will look like

Helloooo! I wanna say thank you to who sent in all those requests although i’ve only decided to do two of them ^^’ I still appreciate it!! I am excited to write this one hehe. I’m a sucker for comfort stuff (thought this turned out more like a hurt comfort tbh) so I hope this does the request right! (cause it kinda deviates from the request a bit) I apologize for how long this took to get out. 😭

“In my eyes, you are everything”

Type->

One-Shot

Pairing ->

Movie!Lloyd G. x F!Reader

Warnings ->

Blood mentions, OOC Lloyd(?)

Summary ->

After the events of the movie, Y/n and Lloyd officially get together and often sneak into each other's houses. But one thing Lloyd just so happens to forgets to mention is the fact he has Oni and Dragon blood. And Y/n only finds out when she stumbles upon Lloyd panicking over going through changes. Aka Y/n comforts Lloyd going through Oni/Dragon puberty.

1.7k Words | Masterlist

Footsteps trudged against the pavement of Ninjago city. Today had been a long day for Y/n, but work was always exhausting. What made it worth the wait though was getting to see her best friend and boyfriend, Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon.

Her pace quicken the second she saw that familiar apartment complex. She rushed to the alleyway as soon as she reached it and found the usual fire escape. Rusty as it was the fire escape was surprisingly sound. Climbing past the first…second…third, and finally on the fourth floor.

There wasn’t much to see through the curtains but if Y/n was right.. the window slid open with ease and she climbed in. The room was nice, surprisingly messy but overall organized. She scanned the room even with how familiar it was. Yet there was no sign of Lloyd.

“Must be getting a snack or something..” she mumbled plopping onto his bed starfish style. The feeling of soft sheets let her sink into the familiar mattress sighing contently. She always got jealous of this because seriously?! How does he get one this comfortable!

Y/n stared at the ceiling, more specifically as the spinning fan. The clock ticking in the background producing a rhythmical melody. A minute passed and Y/n got a little curious but stayed still, then another passed, and another. Still remaining comfortable until about five minutes. That’s when She began to worry. Had she misread the texts? Were they supposed to meet at her house?

Rolling over and pulling out her phone to opening their conversation from earlier. And right there, clear as day it confirmed they were in fact supposed to meet at Lloyd’s…but where was he? Y/n concerned shot him a text asking if he was okay and where he was. She put her phone down afterwards resuming staring at the ceiling.

A noise came from the bathroom, like something got knocked over and a pained hiss followed behind it. Worry flooded her systems as she hastily rushed to the bathroom door. Y/n knocked calling out “Lloyd? Is that you?” No answer. “Lloyd” and again there was no answer. So she tried the door handle, unlocked. She peeked in before swinging the door open. There stood Lloyd facing the mirror, hands messing with something on his head, and a box of bandages spilt over on the floor. “Lloyd..” Y/n moved closer but he just turned away like he was ashamed of something. “Whats wrong Lloyd? Are you hurt?” Y/n questioned, her voice soft.

Lloyd turned his head slightly and Y/n places a hand on his shoulder, he turned towards her hesitantly. Finally, as the two stood face to face Y/n cupped the teens cheek looking him over. There was dried blood matted into his hair, on his fingers and under his nails, on his forehead too. Two horns were visibly poking through his hair. And without a second thought he was pulled into a hug, tightly but not to tight either. She could feel his tears soaking her clothes but didn’t care.

Lloyd was gripping her hard, she still did not care, only pulling him closer. his knees felt weak as they both slowly sank to the floor. She rubbed circles into his back and ran fingers through his messy hair. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” Y/n asked pulling away now holding Lloyd’s face in her hands. He didn’t say anything at first.

“Puberty..” Lloyd mumbled which led to a slightly confused look forming on her face. “Puberty?” She stated and Lloyd nodded. “Oni…Dragon? Puberty” Lloyd added and Y/n nodded “mmm.” She pushed his hair out of his face, wiping away the tears. “How do you feel right now?”

“Weird and and scared, scared of how people will see me now that not only am I, a Garmadon, but also..a monster.” The last part was spoken softly as he adverted his eyes from her. He didn’t want her to see the forming tears.

“Monster? No no no. Lloyd. You are not a monster. You’re changing and that is okay. I remember this story..The First Spinjitzu Master..he was the mix of Oni and Dragon..right?”

Lloyd nodded, not seeing why that story was relevant.

“and he had two sons, one of them being Garmadon, your father.”

Again, Lloyd nodded starting to catch on.

“It’s because of your heritage is it not then?”

For a third time Lloyd nodded.

“Then there is no reason to call yourself a monster. You should be proud to wear these. A symbol of your heritage and a reminder to yourself and the people that even now there is still a great person protecting them. This realm, and everything you stand for.”

Lloyd glanced back at her, sniffling.

“Mhm… I think we should probably get you cleaned up.” Y/n said referring to the dried up blood. She watched Lloyd awkwardly smiled and nodded. Getting up she looked around the bathroom.

“Sink cabinets.”

“Thanks” Y/n replied crouching down, opening the sink, grabbing an excess cloth before going to damp it with water. Getting on the ground she pushed Lloyd’s hair out of the way again and pressed the cloth to his forehead wiping the blood.

Lloyd hummed as if holding in the pain. “I know, it’ll hurt for a bit..once I get the blood off i’ll need to clean it so it doesn’t get infected.” Y/n explained continuing her work. She finished with his forehead moving on to his fingers and under nails. That was much significantly easier to clean. Y/n turned back to the sink’s cabinets for the med kit, and grabbing rubbing alcohol. “Ok, this will hurt. I’m gonna count to three so brace yourself.” She warned getting the gauze ready.

“Ok, 1, 2, 3” she began to clean the wound as Lloyd hissed trying to pull away. “Moving is only gonna make it worse.” Y/n warned..again.

Lloyd mumbles trying to not move as much.

Y/n finished and dressed the wounds. “How’s that?”

Lloyd nodded, “better thank you..” He watched his girlfriend nod and peck his forehead.

“Cmon, let’s go get comfy.” Y/n pulled up Lloyd and they walked back to the bed to get comfortable, maybe watch a show or something. She plopped down by the top while Lloyd sat at the edge near the bottom. Something was still bothering him it seemed. So she flipped over putting her head in her hands.

“You feeling any better?” Y/n asked.

“not really..” was the reply.

Y/n sat up, “come here.” She patted the place beside her. Her boyfriend moved closer and leaned on her. She pulled him closer. Her fingers brushing through his hair once again.

“I love you Lloyd, nothings ever gonna change that.”

Lloyd nodded “I know that..I love you to, so much. I’m just scared how others will see me” he spoke. “That they will no longer see me as their green ninja..that i’m..” He didn’t finish his statement.

Y/n gave him a look “Lloyd.”

Lloyd continued “different enough to be shammed, that I reflect my father more than my uncle or or the First Spinjitzu Master. I don’t want people to be afraid of me-“

“Lloyd-“

“What if they start being afraid of me!-“

Y/n pecked his lips. “Lloyd!” He just stared at her “You are and will always be this cities green ninja, you are this cities hero, They are not afraid of you, they love you Lloyd.” Y/n cupped her boyfriend’s face.

“You are my hero, you are my favorite person in all of Ninjago, because you are you.” Y/n began pecking his face, starting on his forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips. “I love every inch of you. In my eyes, you are everything. You’re my world, heart, and sun. I smile every time you text me, every time I see you, your appearance will never change that.”

“How would you know that?”

Y/n looked confused, “what do you mean?”

“How do you know they don’t hate me.”

Y/n shows him her phone, she had Chirp pulled up. On the trending page were #GreenNinja, #Weloveyougreenninja, #LloydGarmadon, etc. She turned her phone away to click on one of the hashtags and turned it back scrolling through all the chirps. hundreds, thousands, of them about how the cites green ninja and hero. How they love him, congrats on saving the city and many more. That wasn’t all, she pulled the phone away and opened Instabook. Scrolling through hashtags related to him, even showing post from many of the students and school.

“They don’t Lloyd, they love you, as do I. Don’t forget that okay?”

Lloyd stared at her before tackling her in a hug. Causing his girlfriend to giggle, Y/n paused not even realizing till now “you have four arms?”

“…you don’t mind them?” Lloyd asked.

“What? No! they’re awesome! I mean like with four arms just think of all the things you could do, climbing faster, fighting faster! Plussss you can give me more cuddlessss.” Y/n said booping Lloyd’s nose. She pecked him and began to run her fingers through his hair.

They fell into a comfortable silence, just her and Lloyd together. Everything was alright in the world as if it remained only them two. Lloyd falling asleep on her as she falls asleep holding him.

Y/n looked down with a small smile, Lloyd looked half asleep by now. Especially in all this peace and quiet-

The door slammed open.

“Guess I spoke to soon..” mumbled Y/n

Lloyd shot up looking in the direction of the door and groaned plopping back onto Y/n. “Go away dad”

“Oh, did I interrupt something?” Garmadon spoke with a teasing tone and a raised eyebrow.

Lloyd’s face turned red which Y/n got a glimpse of. Burry his face into her more. Y/n just giggled at his response.

“You know you should really lock the door, son” Lloyd groaned “daddd.” All Y/n could do was giggle at this interaction.

Another head peaked through the open doorway. “Honey we should leave the kids alone. Let them have their fun.” Koko, Lloyd’s mom, winked.

“Moooomm not you too!”

Koko laughed. “Okay okay, we’ll leave you alone. Cmon you.” His mom dragged away Garmadon.

“Thanks Mrs. G!” Y/n Yelled out as Lloyd used his elemental power to shut and lock the door.

The two got comfortable again, cuddling up and laughing. Eventually falling asleep together, embracing themselves in each other’s warmth and arms.

[niki-phoria]

Heyyy

Can you do headcanons about how chishiya,arisu and kuina are after arguments and how they say sorry?

Have a good day!!!!

‧₊˚✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina reaction - apologizing after an argument

warnings: ooc chishiya, mention of a knife (i was going for silent acts of service, like chishiya gives up a weapon so reader can be safe but idk how obvious it is), sad arisu :((

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i don't write headcannons and when i get asks for them i turn them into reactions lol but i hope you like it :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ chishiya

i've used this gif so many times and i'll keep using it LOOK AT HIM SKNSLKS

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chishiya sits at the table in his makeshift workshop, making adjustments to another bomb. you lean back against the door, debating whether or not to disturb him.

“i was about to come find you,” he says, setting the can aside. chishiya turns to face you before gesturing for you to come closer. you obey, sitting down beside him. “i found this earlier.” he slides a switchblade across the table to you. “you should use it.” 

you open the knife, checking the way the light glints off of the side. “thank you.” an awkward atmosphere falls across the room. it’s like you can feel the weight of all your unspoken words mixing with chishiya’s, forcing their way down your throats and keeping both of you silent. 

chishiya stuffs his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the table behind him. he stares at the wall in front of you. “listen… i’m sorry.” the admission almost catches you off guard. chishiya sighs. he doesn’t look at you as he continues. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. you didn’t deserve that.” 

“you really hurt me, chishiya. you know i hate people yelling at me.” he shifts so he’s facing you again, hesitantly reaching out to grab your hand. you let him gently stroke his thumb against your knuckles. 

“i know, and i’m sorry. i’m not… good at talking to people. i thought years of being surrounded by death in medical school and during my work would’ve prepared me for this, but… it didn’t.” you look up at him when he pauses. some of the tension eases from his shoulders when you squeeze his hand. “i’m scared. we’re not safe here. i’m worried about dying. about you dying. i thought you were being reckless and i was upset so i yelled at you. i’m sorry.” 

“i forgive you.” you bring a hand up to his face, stroking his cheek. “we’ll be okay. i love you.” 

chishiya lets a small smile spread across his face. he grabs your hand and presses a kiss against your knuckles. “i love you too.” 

‧₊˚✩ arisu

word count 394 not a big fan of this one tbh

sharp, continuous knocking wakes you in the middle of the night. you shift, rolling over onto your side to face the door, willing whoever is knocking to just go away. after a few seconds of silence, the knocking continues. you let out an annoyed sigh, forcing yourself to get up and answer the door. 

you’re met with an anxious arisu standing on the other side. his hair is disheveled, eyes bloodshot and red. all of the anger drains from your body as he lowers his hand, looking down at the floor. “can we talk?” you step aside, opening the door and making room for him to enter. arisu whispers a small ‘thank you’ as you shut the door behind him. 

he sits on the side of your bed, fidgeting with his fingers. you lean over to turn the bedside table lamp on before sitting down next to him. arisu looks up at you before back down at his hands. “i’m so sorry.” his voice is quiet and shaky. “i shouldn’t have said that to you. you didn’t deserve that. i was drunk and stupid. i know it’s not an excuse and that saying this won’t make it up to you but i need you to know i’m so, so sorry.”

you sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest. “do you know why i refuse to play games with you?” arisu looks at you, teary eyes staring into your own. he thinks for a second before slowly shaking his head. “it’s because i love you. and more than that, i trust you. i don’t want to be forced to choose between my life and yours because i’ll choose yours.” you pause, forcefully blinking away stray tears that threaten to fall. 

“oh, y/n,” arisu pulls you into a hug. you let yourself be vulnerable, clinging to him. “i’m sorry.” he repeats the words like a mantra. like all of your worries will disappear if he keeps saying the words. “i’m so sorry.” 

you sniffle when you pull away, forcing yourself to look up at him. “i forgive you. but this can never happen again.” 

arisu nods. “it won’t. i promise.” he wipes away a few stray tears you hadn’t realized had fallen, coaxing you back into another hug. you wrap your arms around his waist, letting him rub your back. “i love you too.” 

‧₊˚✩ kuina

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kuina slowly makes her way over to where you sit on the rooftop, sitting down next to you. you don’t acknowledge your newfound company, still completely focused on the stars above you. the sky is clear, providing a nice view of the night. “you know, i’ve never really seen the stars before.” kuina glances at you, silently waiting for you to continue. “i’ve always lived in the city. you can’t see space with all of the billboards and light pollution blocking the view.” 

“i went stargazing once.” kuina says, returning her attention to the sky. “we were in the mountains. it was before my mom got sick.” her voice drops to a whisper. “i want to take you camping one day. we can make smores and stargaze and curl up together when the night gets cold.”

you reach over to grab her hand, intertwining your fingers together. kuina’s skin feels hot against your own - it always does, as if you’re the ice to her fire. “i’m sorry,” you murmur. your voices remain quiet in the darkness. 

“you shouldn’t be,” kuina dryly chuckles. “it was my fault. i overreacted. i’m sorry.” 

“it was my fault too. i should’ve told you before i left to hang out with her.” 

“y/n,” kuina sighs. she brings a hand up to your face, leaning in a little. “you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“but-” 

“no,” she leans in even further so her forehead rests against yours. “i’m sorry i yelled at you. i shouldn’t have done that.”  you can’t help but stare down at her lips as she continues talking. “how can i make it up to you?” 

“a kiss would help.” 

kuina laughs, a bright smile spreading across her face. the sound makes you smile in turn before she presses a sweet kiss against your lips. when she leans back you pull her back in for another, and another, and another.

[chishiyashoodie]

can you write some hc of chishiya and reader’s first date ? 🥺

Sure! Haven’t written anything like this in weeks so bear with me. Also, I’m not taking requests, but thought this was a cute concept! so thank you for requesting it <3

Headcanons of Chishiya’s and readers first date

+ pairing: ooc!Chishiya x reader +

+ warnings: none!

+ word count: 3400ish +

+ author’s note: I got a bit carried away and I wrote two first dates hehe. I think it’s kinda sweet but idk if I’m happy with it. Very quick proofread so sorry for any mistakes <3 This can take place before or after the borderland +

-So you guys meet after work one day to go through some work related stuff

-You go to a Japanese barbecue restaurant

-After you are done eating, he asks if you’d like to meet tomorrow again just to hang out

-“So a date?” you ask him

-“No, not a date”

-“Hmm” you say giving him a suspicious look “Pick me up at 12pm”

-Date-no date day is here and you are super nervous but you don’t get why because first: it’s definitely not a date and second you’ve known him for a long time

-He decides to take you to an exhibition at the Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum

-You wonder how he knows you like that kind of stuff

-After you guys are done with the exhibition, he takes you to a small food stand inside the museum

-“Are you hungry?” He asks

-“No, I’m good” you say with a smile

-You sit down to wait for him to get his food and he brings you a matcha lather, which you love, and you ask him how does he know you like it

-“I’ve noticed you have this every morning at work when you start your shift”

-So he’s been observing you, which you find kinda sweet, because everything is in the little details

-After the museum date hang out, you walk to a nearby park and lay down under a tree

-You feel so comfortable and peaceful that time goes by so quickly

-“I like this” you say “but I’d rather it was nighttime so we could be looking at the stars. Don’t get me wrong, I love blue skies but stars make me curious because they are there, so close yet so far”

-He’s just looking at you with heart eyes and a soft smile

-“Maybe we could do this again tomorrow?” he suggests. “But when it’s dark so you can see them?”

-“Sure”

-Looking at the stars with him is definitely not something you’d think ever happen.

-The next day you guys meet up at the park.

-This time he brings a blanket for you guys to lay on.

-Before you realise it your head is on his chest

-You start talking about constellations and even though he has no idea what you are talking about, he’s following every word you say.

-When it’s time to go, he walks you home and you invite him in.

-You prepare some tea for the both of you and start talking about life

-“It’s so weird, I can talk to you about anything and I know you’ll just listen” you say

-“Likewise” he says before asking you. “So do you have a boyfriend?”

-“Hmm no?”

-He hums

-“I do not have a bf, sorry your question caught me by surprise” you say staring at his face without realising

-“I don’t have a girlfriend”

-“I’d be worried if you did and you were here with me, tbh”

-He raises his eyebrows at you, after all, this isn’t a date either so why would it matter, right?

-“So how come you are single? You are pretty cute” you admit, before slightly chocking on your tea at the realisation of what you just said

-“I’m cute?”

-He’s staring at you so much at this point he could literally get you to tell him your biggest secrets

-“Super cute if I may admit”

-For the next few minutes it’s just silence and awkwardness. You just told Chishiya he’s cute and by the looks of it, it seems like he thinks you are cute too

-“It’s time for me to go. I have an early shift tomorrow” he finally says

-By now you are inches away from each other like a magnet pulled you

-“Do you really have to go? I mean, I have a spare room, you can sleep here”

-He raises his eyebrows at your forwardness, not that you mean it for him to stay and sleep with you

-You can feel each other’s breaths and your lips are touching

-“Sure, I’ll stay”

[valentine-writes]

ur writing is super good!! sorry if i’m piling on with this, but any angst with miguel? i need this man put in a blender

if you need to be mean

「 tws + notes: vv possibly ooc, unedited, spider-person reader, unhealthy dynamic, assorted angst, hurt/comfort ending, reader is cold, miguel doesn't know how to deal with emotions, everyone is a wreck but they're all trying so hard :( </3 」

「 gn!reader, man idek if this is platonic or romantic tbh y'all r just messy here 」

↳ ft. miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099

author's note: THANK U SM!! and i got u!!! i am. so excited 2 practice more for him– anon please don't be upset w/ me,, but,,, (´∩｀。),,, i physically don't think i can write Pure Angst. i wud b no good at it!! :p so! hurt/comfort in the end ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ i CANT JUS,, END IT SAD,, </3 i am so so sorry!! also so so real putting him in tha blender at the Highest Speed ever,,, he iz my milk webkin fr (lovingly) (kinda) some real quick stuff: this was gonna b short but i Overdid It and im still unsure whether i like it or not. and also. i was supposed to have the reader being mildly Messed Up™️ too cuz "hehehehe letz make this more difficult >:))" (also becuz miguel is NOT the only one allowed to have issues + too many angsts i have read where reader jus takes what miguel dishes out passively and i didn't want that) BUT I ENDED UP MAKING IT WORSE AJDHDQWHJE,,, hopefully this is. angst galore. again i am not great w this <( _ _ )> <//3

▸ maintaining a healthy relationship with miguel– in any form– proves to be difficult.

this is especially prevalent in the beginning stages of your developing relationship. you begin to learn that he is terrible with verbally expressing any affection he feels towards you. some days he seems almost so completely distant that there’s valid reason to worry that he just doesn't care about you anymore.

these worries are the furthest thing from the truth– miguel hasn't cared about someone to this extent in a while. still, he finds himself lacking, completely unable to tell you how much you mean to him.

▸ sometimes he grows fearful that he's become too attached to you. he aware he's in too deep at this point, yet conflict rages on in his mind: whether it's better to hold on as tight as he can to keep you in his life, or let you go before something rips you away from him.

part of him is worried it's only a matter of time before something happens.

these thoughts are usually quelled by drowning himself in tasks and missions, using his focus on work as a means of distraction.

when there's nothing left to shut them out, he chooses to avoid you instead of seeking reassurance.

there are times when you don't see him for days straight. he doesn't send you on any missions, doesn't contact you, actively avoids you when you're inside of the HQ– and when you eventually see him again, he avoids speaking of it. you both understand you're meant to pretend like nothing happened.

you're not beyond doing the same to him. miguel is distraught with how similar you two can be, how you reflect him and he reflects you in unique and awful ways– ways that only the two of you can understand.

▸ whenever you choose to be the one to spontaneously ditch, however,,, there are moments where he gets desperate and ends with him seeking you out,, usually by assigning you a mission just so you have a reason to come back

no matter who leaves– whether it's you or miguel– you both end up taking each other back in the end, half-heartedly reaching the unspoken agreement that this is the way you two “reconcile.” you grow accustomed to this back and forth.

you're both wonder who this is hurting more.

▸ never wants to be seen as clingy or needy. wants to convince himself he can make it on his own, that things are somehow better that way. miguel feels a deep frustration in the fact that he can't seem to process his emotions in a proper manner.

he seeks solace in solitude, even if it never fully works. he's willing to settle with feeling "okay" instead of "better." (self isolation moment.)

asking for help on missions is one thing. asking for personal help is another, which means that offering him support on his bad days is always a hit or miss.

most of the time, if someone chooses to extend their hand to him, it's typical that he swats it away and insists he doesn't need anything. he doesn't accept help easily– even when it's from you.

▸ there's always the off chance he lets you stick around. he's silent as you find a place for the two of you to sit down. once he’s comfortable, he leans against your side.

the quiet in the room isn't tense. it isn't scary. you know he just doesn't want to talk about what’s bothering him often. he can't even verbalize how much you mean to him– how is he meant to explain any of his other emotions to you?

"it's okay." you whisper, breaking the silence in the room. "just... take your time."

even though your words are as soft you can manage, it feels like you're yelling in contrast to his complete wordless state. you glance over at him. miguel doesn't meet your gaze.

"i'll be here for you," his expression softens ever so slightly at your words as you reassure him, "i promise."

he only mutters one word in response: "don't."

▸ (next headcanon based off of this art from instagram. slide two specifically.)

you can still remember the first time he ever cried in front of you. it's been a vivid memory in your head ever since it happened– not because of why it happened– but because of how it happened.

"you haven't been around for days, miguel." it's been almost more than a week since you've last seen him. this time, you sought him out– not to bring him back into your life, but to confront him one last time. after deliberating for longer than you cared to mention, you finally decided you were going to make things right or get out of his life for good.

and there he is, standing on his platform. it's lowered to the ground, the orange holographic screens surrounding him empty, displaying nothing. they emit a soft glow in the dark of the room.

"tell me what's wrong." you demand. the tone in your voice is unfamiliar to him. you're not making any effort to conceal how thin your patience has been wearing.

his back is turned to you. he doesn't say a word until you approach the lowered platform he stands on.

"go away."

"what? like you've been doing this entire time?" you retort.

"go away." he repeats more forcefully. his anger doesn't scare you away. nothing ever does.

you stare at him unflinchingly. "not until you tell me what's wrong."

miguel knows you're going to stand firm. you're going to stay until he tells you. as he lifts his head, glancing over his shoulder to speak to you, you brace yourself– you wait for him to yell. to lash out. anything.

he just looked at you. his eyes, stinging with tears, meeting your stare.

you don't remember what was hurting him that day. you can't recall what made him breakdown in front of you. no, this is the part you remember.

miguel's large frame looks so much smaller as he attempts to shrink himself, as if trying to hide from you. he averts his gaze, trying to blink back the tears and fails horribly.

he has nothing left to do. miguel hides his face in his hand, even if it’s only the two of you in the room. he’s humiliated– completely ashamed– that he can’t seem to stop his crying. for a moment, you’re frozen, unsure of what to do.

it's a drastic change from how you know him. standing in front of you, miguel seems more like an inconsolable child, rather than the detached and icy person most knew him as.

"don't look at me." those are the only audible words miguel manages to choke out between stifled sobs. he cries like a little boy.

and you hate it. you hate how hard he makes it hard to stay angry at him. you hate that no matter what you do, you can't stay away.

the tension in your body dissolves slowly, jaw unclenching as you sigh to yourself. you’re caving already.

it takes you a moment, but you know you can't leave him like this.

slowly approaching him, you quietly wrap your arms around him from behind, gentle enough for him to pull away from your touch if he didn't want it. he doesn't protest. you swear you can feel him subconsciously lean in.

"it's okay," you mutter, "i got you."

▸ miguel makes sure to talk to you the next day after you comforted him. to your surprise, it wasn't to tell you to keep that moment between the two of you– he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't say a word.

he was there to say thank you. simple and plain as that. he thanked you for sticking around. thanked you for being there even though he constantly pushed you away.

and you couldn't find the energy to respond. horribly disheartening to miguel, considering this is the most effort he had put in to communicate with you– but understandable. he didn't push you any further.

as awful as it felt to know, you didn't want a thank you. you didn't need his gratitude for your stubbornness.

it was much too late for a thank you to resolve the days he left you without a word, only to return expecting everything to be the same. it was much too late for a thank you to make you feel better about the fact you ended up comforting him even after everything. those words couldn't fix anything.

you wanted a goddamn apology.

▸ it's been almost three weeks since you'd last been seen around the spider society hq.

nobody seemed to be aware of the reason for your sudden disappearance. miguel was worried sick.

his temper is shorter, his patience is waning, and he’s willing to snap if anyone even mildly irritates him. it’s an unpleasant experience for everyone.

he'd tried to find you by tracking your watch, which proved to be useless. you were too clever for that– you'd made yourself undetectable, somehow disabling or destroying it before you left. miguel could’ve hunted you down, searching every place in the multiverse to find you again, once more to see you. but he didn't have to. the moment he had decided to start the search, your watch went active again, allowing him to locate where you were. like you were beckoning him over.

he didn’t hesitate to meet you there, stepping through a portal to get to you. notably, you weren’t in your own universe– but he wasn’t going to scold you for that. not now.

there you were. it was almost dream-like to him, seeing you sitting in the grassy fields in the middle of nowhere, the outline of your frame illuminated by the moonlight. the night air was filled with tension, as you sensed him approach from behind and quietly sit beside you.

he’s the one to break the silence. your name slips from his lips, as he’s about to speak up–

"hey." you greeted flatly, cutting him off. you glance at him with a weak smile, chuckling dryly. "so... you need something?"

"...no." miguel glanced around at the unfamiliar setting. just before he can get anything out, you part your lips to speak again, looking up at the dark sky, glittering above the two of you.

“i forget that new york doesn’t have the best view of the stars.” you murmur. “light pollution and all that shit… so y’know,, this is nice. i missed this type of view.”

he nods in agreement, though the small talk about the stars isn’t what he wanted from you.

you continue with your little ramble, seemingly just saying whatever came to mind. “speaking of cities– how’s your corner of the multiverse been? has nueva york been fine? feels like forever since i’ve been there.”

miguel tries not to be distracted by your casual conversation or your obvious allusions to your absence. he sees the way your shoulders are held tense, the way your gaze flits over at him expectantly– miguel knows you’re just waiting for him to talk about it, anticipating what he’s oing to say next.

"i– look–” he takes in a breath, finding the words he had been planning to say all this time. “i know. i know i messed up, and i messed up a lot. …i just came here to tell you i'm sorry. for everything."

there’s a momentary lapse of silence between the two of you. the tension is immeasurable as he watches you shift your sitting position, facing him entirely.

"you should be. asshole."

miguel sighs. “i… really should’ve expected that.”

“you know, migs? i tried so hard to just leave you alone.” the previous confidence in your voice wavers. there’s no bitterness in your words, no malice. he hears it in your tone: you’re just worn down, utterly emotionally exhausted.

he hears a sniffle, causing him to turn his full attention to you. the tears glisten as they fall from your eyes and drip down your cheeks. you make no attempt to shy away.

“what are we gonna do now?” you ask, looking over at him. your voice is faint. small. “i can’t let you go– and for fuck’s sake, you won’t even let me– so… what now?”

“i… don’t know.” he confesses. his hand makes his way to yours, placed atop it. his other wipes your tears away, trembling as he touches your cheek with all the tenderness there is, like he’s afraid he might hurt you. he whispers your name again, and it is the sweetest sound you’ve heard in a while.

miguel usually thinks he’s no good at comforting others. but in this moment, you would’ve never known that. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into an embrace, holding you in his arms like you’re the most precious thing in the world. he’s not leaving you to suffer alone. he’s not leaving you like that ever again.

“you don’t have to forgive me.” he whispers to you. miguel knows he can’t repair all the damage he’s done. he knows you might never be able to look at him the same. And for once, he’s fine with that. he just needs to know you’ll be okay. “...just, please. let me do this for you.”

[prythianpages]

11 and 20 for the ask game 💕

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hello! 🥰

11. Do you prefer writing angst, crack, or fluff?

I prefer writing angst 😌 especially when it’s a forbidden romance/ star crossed lovers. Love reading it too.

20. Hardest character to write/get the characterization correct for?

Lucien 😩 hence why I only have one thing written for him. Idk why, I’m just always worried about writing him OOC. I also miss Lucien from book 1 🥺 I feel like I need to read the series again to get a better feel for him tbh, it’s been almost a year since I first read ACOTAR.

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[imaginmatrix]

Tbh, I’m not afraid to write slight/more than slight OOC characters anymore. Like, yeah I’ll cringe if someone portrays a character in a way I don’t like, or I’ll complain about misinterpretations of characters I LOVE, but… sometimes it can be fun to read or write characters slightly different than canon.

Percy in a lot of my fanfics IS ooc. Like, not to the point of being unrecognizable as the same character, but enough that I do sometimes get comments about it.

And it’s definitely something I do on purpose.

Most of my fics are AUs— meaning the characters have different experiences, relationships, memories, and privileges that can affect them in a way that might make their personality or even how others see them different than what we’re used to in canon.

For example, TGAR Percy is popular, a golden boy, and he dates around a bit. This is obviously very different from the kid in the books who was branded a trouble maker, who didn’t have any school friends outside of people who turned out to be like him (Grover and Tyson), who had a hard life that showed.

But in TGAR, that wouldn’t make sense— they live in a world where everyone knows the gods exist and their whole society has been built up around that fact. Demigods are minor celebrities. Children of the big three moreso.

Percy grew up with private trainers, with a spotlight on him (but his mom still around to keep him grounded), adhd and dyslexia are revered and accommodated in a way they aren’t in our world because they’re signs of divine blood so he wouldn’t have had as much trouble in school, he didn’t have Smelly Gabe, he didn’t have to worry about money or constant danger or any of that— so while he’s still sarcastic, powerful, loyal, a bit of a doofus but one who has a lot of intelligence other people overlook, he’s also very well adjusted.

Any quests he went on were his choice, for fun or training. Because of his status as a son of Poseidon, people were more eager to befriend him, to date him. Without Sally that could have very well messed him up in other ways, but he had a GOOD support system. He likes to date, because he still craves a genuine connection when surrounded by so many yes-men, but he’s still Sally’s son and very respectful even if his relationships are short lived (they’ve never felt right to him.)

Then in “all of you, all of me”, he’s a little closer to canon Percy, but now with an academic twist. I won’t get too much into it since the story isn’t there yet and spoilers, but he had a similar experience growing up as canon Percy. But in the absence of gods and magic powers, he found something else to focus on, to pull him through, to work hard at.

And then there’s “follow like share” Percy who I honestly think is the closest to what an adult Percy from the books would look like without Annabeth’s influence on him growing up. A little edgier, a little more sarcastic, a little more dry.

ANYWAY, I think a lot of fanfic authors are scared to write their characters as ooc in any capacity— I’ll admit, if I’m reading a story and everyone is acting so far outside what I see them as, it will turn me off of it. And everyone will have a different threshold for that. But especially if you’re writing an AU, don’t be afraid of tweaking their personalities. If the Percy in your story is a hipster who brews homemade kombucha but has the same sense of humor, loyalty to his friends, and outlook on life, who cares if he’s also a little bit more granola? If you want to write Annabeth as a girly girl who loves pink and makeup and skirts, but also is just as driven, prideful, and stubborn, do it! It’s for fun!!!!!

[mavspeed]

Hi! I just finished reading the chapter 7 of your tgm Icemav au, and I saw your post talking about how we shouldn’t make a character too ooc, something I totally agree with. I just wanted to know how you go about it when you write. I have a hard time not completing messing characters up when I write them and I just want to know if you have any advice on keeping them as close to canon as possible, well adding your own little twists to them at the same time. Just thinking about the Top Gun characters there’s so many possibilities and blanks in their pasts that allows for our own interpretations, but sometimes I feel like I ruin them without really meaning to. Sorry about the word vomit lmao, I just really enjoy your writing and if you have any tips on writing characters 😅🫠

hi!! let me preface this by saying my post was referring to an EXTREME case. like imagine an absolute asshole of a character, right, just a right asshole- and someone makes him a quiet oblivious bottom pillow princess in the sheets and in the streets. that’s what I was referring to lmfjdjdjd

also I’m honestly terrible at writing advice but I’m gonna try my best. I think you’re being too self critical, tbh! if you’re already thinking, are they being too ooc? am I writing them completely out of point? that’s a good sign! just write, and the characters will figure themselves out. don’t be too hard on yourself :D

but if you’re really truly worried then I think it helps if you have like a base idea of what the characters are in your head. like a headcanon for their personal motivations, etc, and every time you write them you keep this in mind. it’s even better bc as you said, top gun characters don’t come with a lot of backstory- so there’s a lot of room for inspiration and interpretation. this is pretty helpful bc boy, as someone who used to write for cherik, the issue of keeping your characters in character was an even bigger problem there 💀

for eg: my maverick’s confident in his abilities, but he’s also got like. cripplingly low self esteem, and that stems from growing up completely alone and entering the Navy with the mitchell name attached to your back. and for iceman, I ran with val kilmer’s idea that he’s got a shit father and went one step ahead to say he’s a military brat but his entire family’s abusive. this led to him closing himself off, being cold and cutting in his interactions, but it’s for good reason! it’s bc he’s a traumatised boy

these are just 2 examples btw bc I write for them mainly but yeah that post was honestly referring to an exaggerated example I genuinely don’t think this fandom has a problem when it comes to writing ooc characters for tg86 (now if we’re talking about tgm... 😬) so I’m gonna say it- just write! and everything will figure itself out :D

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TT isn’t ableist it’s DC/the editors/ect stop blaming him ok but he wrote these scenes he wrote this dialogue and this is just off the top of my head not even touching the “subtle” ableism woven throughout the run :

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Major tw for ableism :

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#4

Fanon Dick is sm like...I'm not saying Dick needs to be hypercompetent at everything but like a huge point of his character is trying to be because he's incapable of relying on other people a huge thing for him is being able to take care of himself in whatever way he needs to -be that blending in/playing the Wayne game for B, cooking for himself, cleaning up after himself, ect. like it's ooc to act like he can't do any of those things (or that he wouldn't of tried to learn) and no ones saying he's the best at them but fanon needs to learn there's a huge gap between being the best and being incompetent at something. I know everyone's worried about making him a mary sue but genuinely him being perceived as one in universe is an ongoing source of tension to him and his relationships like...main point is like he can cook and doesn't live in a dumpster guys pls read a comic

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Ok so like my thing w Dickbabs/Tom Taylor’s Nightwing is like knowing DC has been under scrutiny for years for ableism specifically surrounding Babs writing-that its hard not to see this book for what it is-It’s literally so insidious they’re literally both physically disabled and not only is it either ignored/brushed aside but they’re actively placating ableists and using this ship to do it like?? Aren’t y’all DickBabs mad for being used like that?? Y’all don’t have standards?? Like it could not be more obvious that it’s a constant here’s DickBabs ignore the fact she’s walking 😭 and the fact it’s coming right after a book where Dick had a reasonably popular new (Black!) love interest whom got written out for DickBabs makes it even worse. The fact that in the book Dick is barely competent and TT consistently relies on cameos and fan service in place of plot..like it’s just a very obvious pattern of appealing to fandom to avoid criticism (and effort tbh) and it’s working it is which is infuriating tbh. Like genuinely this book is the most obvious written from a pure marketing perspective I’ve seen in a while 😭

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My #1 post of 2022

I’m not a Depp apologist (I stand w Amber) I would personally kill him if given the chance but I do think pro Amber people need to be careful how they talk about his drug history. He’s not a bad man for being an addict, he’s not a bad man for being sick, he’s a bad man for being a wife beater and otherwise violent bigot of a man-and whilst his consumption of drugs and alcohol is undeniably linked to the abuse it’s important not to link addicts in general to being abusers/aggressors when more often then not people self medicate for reason’s yknow. Idk just watch your phrasing that is all. Other addicts do see how you view and talk about them. (Again I’m not pro Depp again I think he should die)

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pls i had to double check the notification to make sure i saw it right because the scream i let out- 😭 you better believe me when i tell you i cried a bit 😤

i love these two so so much and you write them to, dare i say, perfection. i literally cannot imagine them being even slightly different than how you write them....i mean.... you've made them look so natural at every freaking single thing they do or think or act on, it's like they're real people because everything about them is so detailed and in character omg I LOVE THIS (idk if im making sense im so overwhelmed with happiness im giddy 😭)

i missed their dynamic so much and watching jungkook finally getting comfortable enough to trust her on some things is amazing and what's even more amazing is how she is experiencing that shift too.... honestly i feel happy for her when it comes to her feeling comfortable with trying to trust him and even relying on "probably's" as she says because even if that does lower her guard and might not always be the best thing to do in her line of work but i still feel that she's been so hardwired all her life to stay in that hyperaware and cautious state that she's in certain ways just not felt safe enough to truly "breathe" tbh. we know she's always forcing herself to shut down her emotions and surely after that long period of not really "feeling" things, all of these new emotions must make her feel different and uncomfortable in a sense but i truly hope she can find a healthy balance in feeling and honestly accepting those emotions (jungkook better help her with it if she ever needs support tho 😤)

i know i always say this but hector truly is the bestest character everrrrr i love him and he's precious 🥺 i love his dynamic with the oc too and the gentle understanding they have for each other is really like a safe place amidst the entire list of intense interactions among other characters in the story. i could write a thousand words about why i love this story so much and it wouldn't be enough 💗

ohhh and i loved reading the long author's note too! pls feel free to write em as long as you want 😌 i love this story and i feel grateful that you choose to share it with us! that said, you definitely don't need to rush with the story. write at whatever pace you feel comfortable with and i'll be always here to support you (im sure a lot of us will be!)

i haven't been as active here as i used to be during the stay at home days since life has started happening again and im graduating soon too which means im having a very stressful time with the final year project and thesis too just like you mentioned you did but this iicngyp update came as a saviour in these stressful times and for that alone, i will support it till the end. you could say im emotionally attached to this fic 🥺

i said this already but the QUALITY of your writing is unmatched and it just pulls me in with how immersive it is but!! you wrote in the author's note that you feel scared that the chapters or writing won't be as good as earlier or if it'll match but i just wanna tell you that no matter how you write them, i trust that i'll love it. so pls don't feel scared or nervous about us not loving it because im sure we always will!

thank you for writing, ily 🥺 (also sorry for this long ask)

Hiiii, it’s always good to see you in my inbox 😁 and never apologize for long asks, the longer the better truly~

Ah no you make sense and this makes me so happy 😭 I was particularly worried about this chapter and if they’d feel ‘ooc’ (weird thing to say since I’m the one writing them I know) considering the fact that there’s a huge shift happening in their relationship, coming from Jungkook in particular. You’re right though, OC is not quite… there… yet. There are feelings that are starting to bubble to the surface and she essentially keeps shoving them back under. So yeah, it might take a little while until she gets somewhat healthy about it, but she’ll get there!

Hector is such a sweetheart, OC needed someone who’d be on her side and I’m happy with how he turned out and the fact that people like him that much 😁

That’s super sweet of you! I’m not looking to rush the story, but also sadly my productivity just plummeted after Covid and it’s upsetting because there’s a pretty direct link between my mental health and that (if I don’t write I’m less happy, if I’m less happy I don’t write, so it’s quite the vicious circle lol).

Oh gosh I hope your thesis goes well for you!! I know how stressful but I’m sure you’ve got this, don’t forget to take care of yourself during it too 💜

Ah thank you so much again, with this chapter I was actually quite unhappy with the way it turned out until I edited it, and then I was quite happy with it. The first scene (which had been written for months already) was almost entirely rewritten and I think it really helped ‘lift up’ the chapter. I’m very glad you enjoyed it though, makes me feel like my hard work really paid off

Thank you so much for the comment, again, always happy to see you in here and I hope i’ll get to keep reading your thoughts for future chapters as well 😊

[heroquills-a]

( kinda been thinking about taking up knuckles as a muse but i dunno man )

[wispy-ghost]

If it’s ok I could I request glamrock freddy x scarred fem reader so basically reader has these long scratches on her back from the shoulders to her lower back and Freddy sees them and is worried until he finds out that she got them from her ex (himbo is not happy😬)

a/n: yes, you can! Tbh these are my favorite to write. Also, sorry if it’s ooc I’m just getting back into writing.

au: human au

warnings: talks of past abuse

- Freddy, at first was confused and very worried for you, why do you have long marks on your back? What happened? Who/what did this to you?

- It would take him a bit to bring it up. (Freddy didn't want you to be uncomfortable)

- Later that night, he decided to ask while you two were cuddling, "star, what were those marks on your back?"

- You were frozen for a moment. You had almost forgotten about the marks and what he did to you.

- "Star, are you okay?" Freddy asked, bringing you back to what he asked.

- "Um I…"

- How do you tell him? It's hard to say what happened to you.

- You don't want Freddy to worry because you were getting better, and it wasn't bothering you that much anymore.

- "I had a boyfriend who… who wasn't the best man." you begin, cuddling more into Freddy's chest.

- "He would hurt me if I… if I didn't do what he wanted." you stop for a moment.

- It got easier to understand that it happened, but it's was hard to talk about it.

- "Star, if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." Freddy said, hugging you tighter, hoping it would comfort you.

- "No, it's okay, it's just hard to say... I'm sorry." you reply "superstar, you don't need to apologize." Freddy said as he started to rub your back.

- You wait for a moment so you can get your word together.

- "He would hurt me a lot, and those scars are the worst thing he ever did to me. Most would go after a few days, but those always stayed. It's a reminder of what happened to me." you explained.

- After you explained, Freddy was a bit mad not at you (never).

- He was mad that someone would hurt you like that.

- How could someone hurt someone as unique as you?

- Now it made sense that you flinched when he raised his voice a bit or when you flinched when he moved his hands really fast and why you get scarred fast.

- Now that he knows, he's more careful with you.

- Not too much, but he makes sure to not get loud with you.

- Freddy wants you to feel safe with him.

- Freddy would help you get more comfortable with your scars by telling you that they show what you have gone through and that you're strong.

- Tbh Freddy would be the best with a s/o who had gone through an abusive relationship.

[chishiyashoodie]

i got u, hear me out ok chishiya x fem reader, they dont know each other but reader is having a panic attack on the roof and he ooc comforts her, they start meeting on the roof often then end up nsfw bc they realize they r in love,,,, little bit of angst just bc chishiya doesnt want to fall in love in borderlands :,)

Hi babe! Tysm for your request. I didn’t make it nsfw bc as I was writing it I realised it was too sweet so it’s all fluff tbh but I’m definitely keeping in mind writing something like this with some nsfw for you. I hope you like it <3

Author’s note: some ooc!Chishiya and mentions of firearms but only twice

The roof was your safe space.

Nobody bothered you, you could be alone with your thoughts for a while, you could get some fresh air and you’d feel a bit safer than anywhere else.

But today it was different.

You went up there since the thought of dying came to your mind.

You felt your heart beating faster than usual and you weren’t able to breath properly so your safe space was the only place you thought of going to.

You left your friends behind since you were scared of them judging you and made your way there.

You sat down on a bench and started counting down from 10, inhaling and exhaling each time.

Before you reached 1, you heard footsteps and got up quick and pulled out your gun.

“Hey, it’s just me, Chishiya”

You sighed in relief while putting the gun away.

“I’m sorry about that, I thought you were…”

“Niragi?”

You nodded.

“Don’t worry, he’s too busy doing who knows what downstairs”

You sat down on the bench and invited him to sit down with you.

“So what’s up with you?” He asked you. “You still look shaken up. I’m not here to harm you”

You took a deep breath. You really needed to let it all out, and Chishiya was there, even if you knew he wouldn’t care, you proceeded to tell him anyways.

“I just feel like I can’t do this anymore. All the games, all the innocent people dying, thinking I could be next, the fact I’m not safe here…”

He looked at you and gave you a little smile.

“I don’t feel safe here either, believe me but we are clearly doing this for a reason. I don’t know what that reason is but we have to fight and be strong. Look how far you’ve come, y/n” he said patting you on the back. “I’ve been watching you, there’s something about you”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You watch everyone, Chishiya!”

“Yes, but as I’ve said, there’s something about you. You are different. You give your heart and soul on every game and that’s why you are still here”

“Wow, you are actually nice! I thought you were some heartless prick”

You both laughed.

“I have my moments, so don’t spoil this”

After that interaction on the roof, you and Chishiya would keep bumping into each other there almost every day. It was like he was using the roof as some sort of escape from reality too.

It ended up becoming and every day thing, you’d give notes to each other, ‘meet me at the roof’.

You both used those times to get to know each other more, of course you were a bit afraid of his intentions but they were far from bad. He wanted to know you for you.

After a couple of weeks you guys realised there were feelings there, feelings unknown for him. And without realising you shared your first kiss, your first time and your fears. Almost as if the reason why you two were in the borderlands was each other.