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[mlobsters]

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her story of struggling with opioid addiction for ten years to resources that have helped her become housed and working as a harm reduction specialist.

providing information about a new helpline (855 HOW TO QUIT) for people struggling with opioid addiction to connect with other people who have literally been in their shoes

#addiction #harm reduction #opioid use disorder #855 how to quit #court0o0 #I've been following court for quite a while and am so happy to see so many positive changes for her life ❤️ #opioid addiction

[rye-in-a-coat]

MY SPARKLECARE THEORY

The Number.

Y'all remember when the ZCP told us to not call the phone number Rem gives to Bright? You should not, I'm not sure if it's an actual number in real life; but if it happens to be, no one who's on the other side of the line will be happy.

To avoid curious viewers to obliterate someone's phone, what usually is done in media ever since in the 1960's in the U.S. and Canada is to have the phone number's central office code to be 555 as it's almost* guaranteed no civilian person will have such number for personal use or will link to any business. This only applies in the North American Numbering Plan of course.

Why didn't the ZCP use a 555 number then? They actually used one in the same volume, the phone number Lo dials to call the Citycountrytown Casting Agency is 555-2737.

What I get from this is that, if they didn't use a 555 number for the number at the end, it is because the numbers in it themselves carry some kind of information.

Cross on blue and yellow background.

Such symbol has appeared before in Volume 1, where we see a escaped patient having it on a sign, and in Volume 2, where it is held by a protestor. As Eve mentioned once in this ask, such symbol which also appears in the blog, website and other stuff is NOT the hospital's logo. Then of what or who?

An anti-Sparklecare group?

It is clear that this symbol as shown in these examples, represents a statement against Sparklecare. What I supose is that, because Kittycorn doesn't want to reveal any further information of the protestors seen in volume 2, they will be relevant in a future volume or series. If we link these clues together, perhaps this symbol doesn't just represent the movement in general, but a specific organized group against Sparklecare, making it their logo. Then this would make Rem part of it too, and so Rem then becomes a very important piece in the story, because she's the infiltrated secret agent in the hospital. Knowing how heavily implied Doctor Party is to be an ESPer, he surely knows about Rem's undercover identity and about this organized group. Perhaps he's part of it too, if so, then they have another great important character against Cuddles.

A cipher?

Going back to the phone number, if the numbers in it are important and relevant, perhaps a piece of code is ciphered in it. My first thought was A1Z26 cipher, a simple sustitution code in which each letter gets a number assigned, so A is 1, B is 2; and so on.

The first six digits of the phone number, if you read them as 1-14-20-9 and decipher them using A1Z26, you get the word ANTI; which I really doubt this is just a coincidence knowing how it is implied this phone number belongs to an ANTI Sparklecare group.

The other four tho: 2425, are not that obvious. The possible combinations readable in A1Z26 are 2-4-2-5 (BDBE), 2-4-25 (BDY), 24-2-5 (XBE), and 24-25 (XY).

The only idea that comes to my mind is A-N-T-I-B-D-Y which is one letter off from "antibody". An antibody is protein belonging to the inmune system which will find, target and neutralize foreign and so-possibly harming bodies such as harmful bacteria and viruses.

An antibody's job is to protect the human body from what will harm it, and these anthries's hope seems to be to protect the patients from receiving any more harm from such heartless medical industry.

But Imma be honest, the four last digits are quite an stretch to analyze and I'm starting to doubt if the ANTI is a coincidence.

*A footnote.

If you want to use a 555 number in your media, DO NOT put as area codes 800, 888, 877, 866, 855, 844 or 833 before them. These area codes are reserved for toll-free dial numbers, to which the 555 office code is valid; so you may actually write a real phone number that who knows where that will link to.

#handful of grains #sparklecare #tell-o-phone

[akutasoda]

Hi pookie <33 Did you drink water or have any food today? if not please go do so and then read my req, health is important <33 Okay so for my req, I would like hcs and/or scenarios w ranpo, chuuya, sigma, and anyone else you want, with a reader who felt very hot and uncomfortable at night due to hot weather, and thus decided to sleep w/o a shirt, and obvi wearing pants and all that but instead of a shirt she's just wearing smth like a sports bra.

So basically, the reader's s/o gets all flustered and uncomfortable and shy and stuff and ask for permission to do normal stuff like "is it okay for me to hug you?" and "are you sure you're comfortable sleeping w/ me?" I feel like it would be so adorable asjkdaskjdksadj. (Also the reasoning behind this very specific, I was feeling rlly hot one day at night so i took off my hoodie and slept like that, and my mind went "hmm...this could be a great prompt" so yeah ;-;) I also would not like any nsfw content ig bc it makes me super uncomfortable, i live for fluff <33 You don't need to take this req if you don't want to, I hope you're doing well and wish a lovely night/day to you <33 stay safe <33

i can stay, if you want?

synopsis - after particular warm nights, you decide to shed some clothing - how do they react?

includes - ranpo, chuuya, sigma

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, reader is gn but mentions bra once, reader is mentioned to be shirtless, wc - 855

a/n: hi! health is important! i have had food and water and if you're reading this make sure you have aswell! stay safe yourself <3

ranpo edogawa ★↷

the agencies accomodations weren't exactly a five star hotel but no one complained as they did there purpose. but the most common problem for them was the heat - they weren't exactly well ventilated. most often had to purchase their own or put in a request but not ranpo.

ranpo cared little for the heat. while he disliked it, it didn't bother him that much. but when you began sharing with him it became noticeably warmer inside the small rooms.

and when one particular night became rather humid it affected the both of you. the shared futon was stripped of most bedding and even that didn't really help seeing as ranpo was very clingy. he always said that he couldn't get to sleep if he wasn't cuddling you or you were cuddling him. even if ypu were sweating.

so the solution you came up with was taking of a few layers. temporarily ripping ranpo off you to take off your shirt. ranpo didn't really clock back on until you layed back down next to him. and when he realised his face exploded into red, he was glad it was so dark.

while you weren't exactly naked as you had pants on and a bra should you wear one, but it made him slightly unsure wether he could still hug you. you noticed this hesitation and simply laughed at him saying something along the lines off 'its still fine if you want to cuddle' and that's all he needed.

he quickly got over his flustered state and snuggled back into you. he still was slightly embarrassed in the morning but very quickly learned not to be so embarrassed.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

when you first moved into chuuya's residence you were quite impressed. you were well aware that he made quite the pretty penny but this really hammered the idea home. literally. so it was no surprise that durong warmer day's and night's the rooms were quite well ventillated.

chuuya wasn't the fan of heat. while he wouldn't be picky and most the time didn't mind, sometimes the heat made him sweat a bit too much and he started getting that uncomfortable crawling feeling. but he still never prefered it.

but nothing could prepare either of you for some really warm nights. and there wasn't much else to do about it. even when all duvets and extra blankets were discarded it still felt uncomfortablly warm for you. so while you were getting ready for bed you decided you could do without the top.

you didn't think much about it as you still had most clothes on but the minute you stepped into the shared bedroom you didn't anticipate chuuya's reaction. and you didn't notice. mainly because even though his face was flushed with red he didn't say anything.

he felt as if he couldn't and he didn't even notice himself become hesitant to cuddle you, not until you asked if something was wrong. he simply coughed out a 'are you sure your still comfortable with that?'. you giggled to yourself before saying a simple 'of course'.

while he wasn't entirely comfortable yet, he did really want to hug you. so he did and very soon he got over it and if you continued to do this everytime it got too warm, he would always ask first.

sigma ★↷

he always was so hesitant about every little detail of your relationship. he wanted it all to be absolutely perfect and you had to keep reminding him that as sweet as that was it's not always obtainable. so moving in together was planned to an absolute T.

even when you proposed sleeping in the same room was enough for him to panic. he wanted to, but he was scared to rush things even if you proposed the idea. but you two eventually got there even if he was very flustered at first.

sigma was never one for heat. it made him uncomfortable and while one of the first things he ever saw was a desert, he still disliked it. so the warmer the nights got the more hesitant he was too sleep in the same room seeing as the heat that radiated of both of you could be suffocating.

yet you never minded, perhaps you both settled for a fan or rid the room of any duvets or blankets but eventually you convinced him it was alright. but ot was still overbearing for you.

so much so that you weren't even thinking when you sat up and peeled off your top layer. the action woke sigma and he had to double take to properly register the fact you were indeed now shirtless. if he wasn't embarrassed before, he was now.

he immediately scooted over scared he might cross a boundary like this. and when you asked him what's wrong he responded with 'are you sure your still comfortable hugging me?'. you smiled to yourself and told him 'of course'.

though he was still hesitant and his faced remained red, he continued as before. and even when he woke in the morning before you he got reminded of the situation and got very embarrassed very quickly again.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader

[intriq]

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Theme: Angst

Character: Dick Grayson

Word Count: 855

scabious; unfortunate love

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Dick had always been your close friend. Your close best friend. The best friend you fell in love with.

But he didn't feel the same. He loved someone else, not you. He loved Kory. Not you.

Even though he'd rejected you, made it known he only ever thought of you as a friend, you still loved him. Loved him so much that it made your lungs hurt and fill with flowers.

Which is how it lead to now.

Your both on patrol together, like always. Except the only difference being your waning strength as the flowers in your lungs greedily consume you, growing off that suffocating love you've got for Dick Grayson himself.

One particularly nasty cough makes Dick turn to you, worry evident all across that pretty face of his. "You sure you are in any condition to be on patrol tonight?"

"I'm fine, trust me." You reply in return, crumpling those bloody flower petals in the palm of your hand that you'd just coughed up moments before. "Just allergies kickin' my ass."

"C'mon, there's something you aren't telling me here." Dick's gaze locks on your own, even if your gaze is focused on the city below. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Dick. It's just a stupid cough from allergies, I'll be fine in a few weeks." You lie instantly, refusing to meet his gaze.

Dick is almost upset that you insist on lying to him. Did you really think he wouldn't notice the signs? The bloody flower petals that you've been coughing up?

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Dick's tone is enough to make you flinch. "You think I didn't notice those flowers you've been coughing up?"

"Nothing get's past you, huh?" You weakly laugh, a pained smile on your face before you begin to cough again, more flowers stained a deep red by your blood falling into your waiting palm.

"How long?"

"Few months now, I think."

"There's a way to fix this, right? There has to be. I can't lose you."

Your face scrunches up, contorted into pain. You barely had any time life, really. Very little of it. Sure, it was selfish to keep on loving Dick, even if he was begging for you to keep living. But in order to keep living, you had to get rid of your feelings for him. And you, in all honestly, didn't wish to do so.

Dick doesn't say anything. He can tell from that saddened look on your face that there isn't a whole lot that can be done, a whole lot left to do. That you don't have time to do anything else about it.

So perhaps it's the desperation over the fact he doesn't want to lose his best friend that makes him take your hand and pull you closer and kiss you.

He doesn't quite like you the same way you like him, but it'll do something, right? It has to. Dick doesn't want to accept any other answer for it. He needs it to account for something, to do something.

You pull away almost instantly, violently coughing up more flowers. Because Dick's desperate attempt to fix you, only worsens the problem. And when you can finally breath again after coughing more flowers into your own lap, speckled in crimson, you speak.

"Dick, please. Don't force yourself. Don't force yourself to pretend as if you feel the same way I do. Please."

"I may not love you, but god! You're my family, okay? I care about you. I don't want you to die, especially not because of me!" Dick pleads, holding your hand with both of his at this point. Voice shrill and desperate.

"I know it's selfish but.. God, I can't lose you. You've saved me more times than I can count. I can't lose you. I can't.. Please, please don't leave me alone."

Dick's voice is pitiful, pathetic. Selfish, but pathetic. Weak. And not only that, but he's crying. Sobbing, even. All because you're dying.

"Dick, please. Either way you'd wind up alone and without me. I love you. But not in the way you love me.”

Dick opens his mouth, as if to protest what is you’re saying, but he pauses when you continue to speak.

“You don't love me the way I wish you would. I love you. Not a friends kind of love. You don't love me the way I wish you would."

You're the one who should be crying. You're the one whose dying, after all. But yet here you are, hands reaching up to wipe away Dick's tears instead.

After a bit more back and forth, begging from Dick, your answer stays the same. You refuse to get the surgery, no matter how hard it makes Dick cry over this revelation.

But when weeks pass, and your final day is dawning upon you, Dick is there. Even if he can't stand to watch you die, you deserved someone by your side, at least.

So you die while Dick holds your hand with both of his. You grow cold and limp in his grasp as the final flower in your lungs bloom a beautifully macabre shade of deep, dark crimson.

A flower that blooms as a result of your pitiful and unfortunate affection.

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#gender neutral reader #oneshot #gn reader #angst #dc universe #non canon compliant dc universe oneshot #hanahaki disease au #hanahaki #no use of y/n #dc fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x gn!reader #no comfort

[lpsotd]

how do you feel about the "hungry/thirsty pets" lines??? im kind of obsessed with #4-159 tbh

(#803, #833, #855, #927) i assume you're talking about the pets with the 'hungriest' eye type ?? i think the hungriest pets are very cute !! i like these four in particular quite a lot. actually have jack russel #803 in my collection :o)

#[ asks ]

[jm-2406]

Hi,

I was wondering if I could make a request for a matt murdock x reader idea. You could make it into a headcannon or a dribble I dont mind ✨.

Basically I’ve always found interesting the idea of matt either loosing his powers or his hearing senses (like in season 3)

So id think about something like that happening to him and the reader helping him found himself in his new routine without his vigilante identity.

(insecure and « in need of love » matt is my weakness jsjs)

Lots of angst but a happy ending if possible

(Also its preferable if reader is just a civilian too)

Thanks 🦋

Love me tender.

Summary - an unfortunate accident almost cost your boyfriend's life but you are there to help him recover, even if he gets emotional and says stupid things.

Pairing - Matt Murdock x teacher!reader.

Word count - 855.

Note - I'm sorry for being so late in delivering this, I got my exam results and it was not good. I was upset, so I couldn't get anything done.

Warnings - rushed ending, mentions of accident/injury, Matt and reader having a heart to heart.

Requests - open || find my work - here.

It came as a shock to you when a phone call disturbed your sleep at 3 a.m. informing you about your boyfriend's accident. You were the only person on his emergency contact and the hospital staff were quick to inform you. When you reached the hospital gates, a fear gripped your heart. You were not sure what happened with Matt exactly but you could make out that it was something very serious from the nurse’s words.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], I am here to visit Matt Murdock.” You informed the receptionist. She typed something on her computer and directed you towards the ward. That night, you had the biggest shock of your life as you waited for the doctors and nurses treating Matt.

“It was quite a fatal accident, Miss [Y/L/N]. We're lucky that he survived but he might take some time to recover and from what we have gathered, he might have some problems with his external auditory canal.”

“But… he'll be okay, right? He will recover, right?” You asked him. The doctor nodded his head and left because of another case. It was all up to you now, to let him know. You knew how upset he felt if treated with sympathy, you felt like that too. You just wanted him to recover completely before taking any risks with his life.

A few days later, when you were sitting quietly in the living room and grading the test papers, you heard a cracking sound. Rushing to the kitchen, you saw your boyfriend standing and in front of him, a broken glass. “Are you okay? And what are you doing here?” You carefully reached him and brought him back to your room.

Before you could scold him for being so careless and not resting enough, you saw him sitting quietly, too quietly like a statue. He was holding his mask in his hand. It was high time now, you needed to talk. You placed your hand on his shoulder and got his attention. Matt was still quiet.

“You can't carry on like this, Matt.” You said after a moment of silence.

“I don't know what to do. I'm lost, okay. This feeling… the feeling of being helpless and staying at home all day… it kills me. I feel like I failed.”

“No matt. Please don't say things like that.” Your voice was thick with emotions. “We can go through anything if we are together. Please don't shut me out.”

Matt gave you a sad little smile and you knew that you had a long road ahead of you.

A few days passed with you and Matt adjusting to the new life without his vigilante identity. It was a struggle in the beginning but slowly, he recovered… at least physically.

One evening, you were sitting on the couch, watching one of your favourite films when you noticed Matt standing in the corner, lost in his thoughts. “What happened, babe? You alright?” You rushed to him and to your surprise he jerked your hands off him. That had never happened before.

“I think we should take a break.”

“What?” To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You didn't know what came over him suddenly.

“Yes, [Y/N]… we should.” He sounded serious.

“But, at this point? I don't understand Matt. What happened?”

“Because I can't give you a normal life, [Y/N]. Why is it so difficult for you to understand that? You were sitting there, all peacefully, watching a move. We couldn't do that together, or anything normal couples do. How many times we had to cancel our plans because of me being daredevil and trying to save the city. You don't need to go through all of this. You deserve better, [Y/N].” He breathed hard after his confession, sightless eyes following where your figure should be.

“Leave it to me to decide what and who I deserve. I love you, Matt. I know that I never said it before, I didn't want to push you away. I don't want ‘normal’, I just want you.” By the end of it, you had wrapped your arms around his neck and forced him to sit down. It was one of the few raw moments you shared.

“I'm sorry.” He said after a few minutes of silence. “Promise me, you won't do anything stupid like this again.” You asked, gently massaging his scalp. Matt just nodded his head. You knew that you had a long road ahead of you but you were satisfied with the journey. In the end it's just you two, together.

THE END.

#writers on tumblr #matt murdock x reader #𝐣 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 #daredevil #marvel mcu #marvel #matthew murdock #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock one shot #requests

[blueberry-obsessed]

Growth

The Lestappen Song of Achilles inspired drabble based on this wonderful anon over at @f1writingbyme's blog!! Dear anon, I hope you find this somehow, I'll upload it on AO3 at some point (just not now, it's just too short to deal with right now).

Also!! @iamred-iamyellow mentioned that they wanted to be tagged so here you go!! Special thanks to @marieshyperf1xations for putting up with me

This is essentially a rewrite of the first scene in Chapter Ten (10) in the original book! I might make this a series of drabbles if anyone is interested

Word Count: 855 words (I tried to keep it short and sweet!!)

Fic is under the cut!!

They turned fifteen just before winter came, their world frozen in time in anticipation of winter’s icy hold yet kept alive by the faint rays of the sun. Summer had lasted longer than usual, kept them nice and warm under its yellow beams and fresh blue skies—Charles had been incredibly grateful for all of it.

Now, he’s covered in a fluffy fur cloak—one that is, admittedly, a tad large on him—and has been sentenced to chilly winds and quick washes in hollowed-out rocks by the Gods themselves. Despite the weather, Max chooses to take a stroll outside, beneath the frozen sun.

“It is too cold, Max,” Charles had chastised.

“We have spent too long indoors,” Max had pouted, pink lip jutting out against skin too fair given the climate they resided in. “My muscles are stiff. I will be useless at practice with Chiron if I do not stretch.” He had already made his path halfway outside, there was certainly no stopping him. Charles could not let him leave alone, surely. 

They did not do much. They stuck to walking through the forest, playing a chasing game until they came across a river. It was partially crystallised—almost mirror-like—and they spotted a few pieces of stone nearby. The rest of it is fairly obvious.

 °°°°

Max throws another pebble in. It ripples against the river water three, four, five times and lands further than Charles’ last one had. The river is clear—clearer than it has ever been, but Charles doesn’t track the movement on it. He watches Max, instead—watches him pick up another stone, watches the movement of the slight muscle in his limbs.

There are no mirrors here, and the surface of the river, unsteady. So, Charles has only ever been able to measure his growth by the changes in Max. Max’s limbs are slender, despite the muscle Chiron has worked into him—it is to be expected, they are still young. Charles imagines he is much the same. Although Max’s chest is broader, his shoulders are square, and his face firm around the edges—he, somehow, still looks soft.

“You have grown,” he mutters, chucking another rock. It is too heavy—bounces once, twice, thrice and unceremoniously sinks into the depths of the river. In their swishing reflection, he can see Max’s raised brow. “You look older,” he tacks on. 

Max turns to him, fully now. The pebbles slip from his hand and crush the fiery leaves as they fall to the earth.

“I do?”

“Yes.” It is said with a finality and he has to play with the cold soil beneath him to avoid his companion's gaze.

“Wait, turn here.” And, well, Charles has no choice but to force his hands by his sides and turn.

Max’s hands find purchase on the sides of his face immediately. He moves Charles’ head around as if he is inspecting him for any injuries. He’s a bit ashamed to admit to himself, but it’s not an unfamiliar feeling.

“You are different as well.” Max’s eyes shine with something Charles does not quite know, and he notes that Max’s hair is longer too.

“Different how?” his voice is quiet, and all his energy is focused on willing his hands to stay by his side—lest he do something unwanted, like brushing droplets of splashed water away from blond hair. Max regards him for a moment too long.

“Your face, mainly.” Max traces his fingertips along his jaw. The attention makes Charles feel warmer than the fur cloak ever did. “You are sharper here.”

“A lot?” He brings his own hand up, the touch of his flesh is cold. He does not find anything new, however—he still feels the same, flesh and bone. 

Max takes his hand. His grip is apprehensive at first, yet growingly confident as he drags it further down. Despite the training Chiron has put him through, Max’s hand remains soft as it meets Charles’ collarbone.

“Sharper here too,” he comments, intertwining their fingers and sliding them back up. He gently pokes at the newly emerged Adam’s apple on his throat. He swallows under the weight of Max’s finger just because he can and wants to—wants to feel Max’s skin move along his. “But here. You are soft, yet still sharp.”

That does not make any sense, Charles wants to say, but he finds himself unable to speak. 

Max does not mind his silence and instead drags their palms further down.

“That’s enough.” It is more abrupt than intended, yet Charles’ face is unusually warm given the weather and Max looks flushed from the cold. “We should head inside,” he offers, softer this time. Diligently, Max nods, still slightly avoidant, though. Thankfully, he helps Charles clamber onto his feet regardless—their hands intertwined once again.

“You would not be displeased,” Max shrugs, his hand in Charles’, “with how you look now.” His face grows warm again, and he can not help himself anymore—he brushes a stray leaf out of Max’s hair. His hand lingers for a second too long and he prays to the Gods that Max misses the action entirely.

“Neither would you.”

They speak no more of it.

#M's writing ☘︎ #lestappen #lestappen fic #charles leclerc #max verstappen #CL16 #MV1

[daegall]

[11:30]

pairing: tutor bf!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, slight hurt comfort, established relationship!AU, college!AU

warnings: reader gets insecure a little?

word count: 855 words

a/n: so hi 🤭pls dont take this as a sign that i will come back i've had numerous attempts at writing and this was just lucky enough to work out :((

thought of this in class and nearly cried bc i realized nobody has ever done this for me HAHA

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy &lt;3

Dating Lee Donghyuck has many perks.

First of all, he is incredibly funny. His jokes never fail to brighten your mood, never fail to curl your lips up in a warm smile.

You don't know this, but Donghyuck loves your smile and no matter what, he will do anything to see it.

Second, he is very, really, super cute. Hot, almost. It's no surprise how many people would be attracted to him, with his whole goofy personality and pretty face, it's no wonder why you like him.

And third, Lee Donghyuck is so very smart. He's known in campus for being the perfect boy tutor (apart from Mark Lee). Funny, cute, and smart? What's not to like about him?

Well for starters, the fact that he's already taken.

You have no idea how you managed to have the Lee Donghyuck be with you, let alone love you, and you're more than sure other people think the same thing.

It's been stuck swarming and plaguing your mind ever since you've started dating, which is quite some time, actually.

Donghyuck's fingers wave across yoru face, scaring you for a moment, and you flinch at the proximity.

"Hey, you listening?" His soothing voice comes next, right next to you, and it's a double jump scare.

He can't help but chuckle at the expression on your face, finding you way too endearing for 11:30 in the morning.

"Oh—sorry, Hyuck."

Donghyuck shakes his head, his hand inching towards yours to grab your hand softly in his. "It's okay," He then motions towards the chemistry book in front of you two, and you realize that he's tutoring you. "Anyways, for this equation—"

Just as he was about to explain the mistake you had made in one of the chemical bonds question, a cough interrupts his words. The source of the sound is from behind you, and you turn to find a girl, a book in his arms.

She looks... a bit too dressed up for a session at the library, her pretty eyes lined with clean eyeliner and lips heart shaped in a smile. She's gorgeous.

"Hey Donghyuck! Do you think you could tutor me today about... um—" She quickly looks down at her book, as if she had jsut forgotten what she had to study for. "—Ah! Right, Kinematics,"

Her long eyelashes bat against her cheeks, the dimple on her cheek shining. Instantly, a wave of uneasiness washes over you, and as much as you hate to admit it, it's jealousy.

You're about to pack up, expecting Donghyuck to do nothing but accept the offer, but his fingers tighten around yours, as if to halt you.

"Sorry, but I'm actually busy tutoring Y/n today,"

His words surprise you, it takes you completely off guard that you make a noise between shock and elatedness.

"...Oh, is that so?" The stranger's eyes shift form Donghyuck, to you, before she smiles politely and nods. "That's alright! I'll just go ask Jeno,"

Yes, the physics major. Why didn't she think of that before asking the med student?

And as she walks away, you can't help the heavy thumping of your heart, and how it's strings are being pulled very dangerously.

Donghyuck grins at you, before turning back to the worksheet. "Back to what I was saying,"

Before he can continue on, there's another interruption, but this time, it's from you.

"Why did you turn her down?"

Donghyuck is taken aback from your question, much more from the weakness in your voice. And as he looks up, his heart hurts from how confused you look.

"Because I'm tutoring you? Why would I end our session in the middle of it to go help someone else?"

There he goes, absolutely stealing your heart yet once again. He says it so easily, as if it were always that easy. If it was always that easy, why is it the first time someone's ever done it to you?

"Nobody's ever done that for me,"

If Donghyuck's heart hadn't hurt before, it sure is now. It's swelling, and sinking, and spiraling in such hurt at your words. "Nobody should ever ignore you."

Finally, a grin forms on your lips, as your fingers tighten around his. "Yeah," There are beads of tears at the corner of your eyes, and they slip down your cheeks before you can stop them. "No, yeah, cool, that's very cool."

Donghyuck's hand leaves yours, and before you can miss the feeling of it in yours, a warmer sensation of them wrapping themselves around your cheeks stops it. Your boyfriend gently wipes away the tears, scooting closer to you.

As much as he hates to see your tears, he's even happier that you feel happy, he's glad that you feel the validation you should have always had.

"You know what?" He mumbles with a smile. "Let's ditch this worksheet and head over for lunch. They got fish and chips today, and waffles for dessert," he purses his lips and squints his eyes as if trying to remember something, "and if I'm not wrong, waffles are your favorite..."

You laugh through the tears, leaning over to bump your forehead against Donghyuck's. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

He laughs, brushing your noses together. "You know it baby,"

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[narachilde]

you and i, beneath the stars.

(gentle!blade x gender neutral reader)

scenario: you seek blade out in the alchemy commission after he disappears for some time to himself. it turns into an opportunity to deepen your bond with him.

tags: fluff..? i still don’t know how to tag this, slowburn-esque, not proofread. gentle blade, you are helping blade heal. au where he can walk around on the xianzhou without getting arrested immediately.

words: 855

notes: can be read as a standalone or as a sequel to a midnight stroll. doesn’t explicitly reference the events of that one and you definitely won’t notice if you didn’t read it but i wrote it so that if you’re coming from that one it also transitions well into this one. this one is exploring the slow but steady pace at which blade is learning to trust you. once again wrote it quickly so sorry it isn’t that long. enjoy!

it was rare that blade ever left where you were staying at on his own. he didn’t like unnecessary encounters, and your outings with him were more than enough to meet his quota for going outside on the xianzhou. but once in a while if you couldn’t find him indoors, you knew where you could look.

much of the luofu was made of stone, making it difficult to find patches of nature that weren’t strategically placed in commercial areas. but if you went to quieter commissions like the alchemy commission, you could find smaller fields of grass in tranquil corners where few frequented.

more often than not, that was where you could find blade.

you figured he would be going out on his own again soon. since your last outing, he had been quieter than usual. you knew he had a lot on his mind. and with recent events, you could tell he was particularly perturbed. so when you came back and there was no sign of him at your hideout, you went straight for the alchemy commission.

were you stepping out of line? perhaps. blade was someone tormented by betrayal. a betrayal so grand that centuries later it still lingered. it showed itself in his mind, in his demeanor, and in his skin. yet who could fault him for that? even the abundance was powerless against wounds of the heart. and for blade, those would be the only wounds that mattered for eternity. how could the gestures of a short life species like yourself possibly begin to bring comfort to the ages of pain he was handling? could you ever help him seek something other than death?

you knew the answer to that was no. no matter how impactful you were in his life, death had been his only driving goal for centuries. perhaps it was impossible to change his goal, but you could at least try to make the time he spent with you more pleasant. a time that he wouldn’t be forced to spend alone, where he could finally rely on someone again. even if he had his doubts, in your soul you knew you would never betray him. you were willing to show him your sincerity for as long as you were around him.

you found him in the alchemy commission lying atop a field of grass, gazing up at the stars. though he was known for his ruthlessness, you knew better than most that he too was no stranger to sentimentality. you approached him quietly, not daring to disturb his thoughts. despite your efforts, it was easy for him to recognize you.

“i didn’t think you’d come out here.” he commented. his voice was soft, as it usually was when he wasn’t feeling slighted.

“i’ll always come check on you.” you replied in earnest. you were learning that if you wanted him to trust you, you had to be direct- even if that wasn’t your usual way of doing things.

blade hummed in a way that told you he didn’t quite believe you, but you couldn’t blame him. after everything, it wasn’t surprising that he had trouble coming to terms with your lack of ulterior motives.

so the two of you sat in silence, staring at the stars. your gaze traveled to him every so often, lingering on his solemn demeanor. you wanted so badly to know what he was thinking. you wanted to be able to comfort him better, but you dared not to push him away. you knew he would retreat if you were too forward or too insistent. so you accepted the silence, hoping your presence was enough to somewhat comfort his pain.

time passed. as your eyes flickered to him once more, you realized he had closed his own eyes, his breathing steady beneath the moonlight. you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips- he was so gentle like this. without thinking you brought a hand to his hair, softly playing with it.

if blade was bothered, he didn’t say a word of it. instead, you were surprised when he leaned into it. it was a small movement, almost indiscernible, but you knew him. such a small movement brought you such a great joy, and you continued playing with his hair without complaint. maybe—just maybe—he was opening up to you more than you thought.

more time passed and eventually he began to sit up. trying not to reveal your disappointment, you let your hand rescind from his hair. now upright, blade stared at you with his usual gaze- soft but guarded. he opened his mouth as though he had something to say, but no words came out. he shook his head, settling for a “let’s go.”

so you got up with him, following him back to where your group was staying. what he had to say remained a mystery to you, but you didn’t miss the way he walked closer to you on the way home. and once again, you allowed yourself the privilege of hope.

a hope that maybe a deeper bond between the two of you wasn’t so far off after all.

#narawrites #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr blade #blade #blade x you #blade x y/n #blade x reader #blade is soft #and anguished #you help blade heal #i’m trying to portray a healing process w these fics

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

I have another idea for you bestie, if you can't do it, it's okay.

May I have headcanons of Trey, Rook, Leona, and Vil (separately) realizing they have a crush on GN!reader who is the adopted child of Lilia, and by extension the younger sibling of Malleus himself?

Hi bestieeeee

Warnings: ooc characters, a bit of Malleus hate on Leona's part, very ooc characters lmao. 

Request: yes. 

Words: 855

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~Trey Clover~

•When Trey first noticed he was falling for Malleus' horned sibling, he didn't think much of it. While Malleus was intimidating to him at first, after spending large amounts of time with you he'd learned quite a lot about Malleus. 

•Trey is quick to accept his feelings for you. 

•When finding out Lilia was your father, it reminded him of the time Riddle took his (Lilia's) cooking advice when he was sick and couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. 

•Which, in turn, reminds him to never ever eat your father's food. 

•He thinks your draconian features are really cool. He enjoys feeling your horns (If you let him, of course.) 

•First time you showed him your wings and tail he was in awe. He's also amazed by the amount of highly concentrated magic you can use. Yet again, you are Lilia's child, and your Malleus' sibling. 

•When he confesses, you tell him you need to ask your father, which has  him chuckling and telling you to go and ask for his permission. 

•Ofc, Lilia does accept, with quite a bit of teasing. 

•You have a lot of picnics, and Trey loves teaching you how to cook. 

•Over all, while Malleus doesn't understand why you love him, a mere mortal, he supports your relationship. 

~Leona Kingscholar~

•Oh no. 

•That's it. That's all lmfao. 

•Jk, but honestly that's his thought process. 

•Leona doesn't accept that he's fallen in love with you for a long time. A very long time. Though he tries he can't deny the way his heart starts pumping every time you guys hang out. 

•Sadly, seeing you comes with seeing Malleus. So, most of the time seeing you ends in a large fight with Leona and your brother.

•Lilia finds this very amusing. 

•When you finally get together, it's very stiff and Malleus doesn't support this relationship. At all. They get into hissy fits all the time, so most of the time, you end up going to his dorm instead of the other way around. 

•He learned not to eat Lilia's cooking the hard way. Luckily you were there to hold his hair back as he puked his guts up in the toilet. 

•Him and Sebek also absolutely despise each other. 

•Your Fae features interest him quite a bit. That, and he likes grabbing on to your horns to tease you. 

•Overall, Malleus sulks at this relationship and Lilia finds it amusing. 

~Vil Schoenheit~

•Vil accepts his feelings pretty easily, though he knows it's for the best bot to act on them, especially with his huge fan club. Putting you in danger with his jealous fans isn't something he wants. 

•Though, of course he ends up not being able to stop himself, and soon enough you're talking and hanging out everyday. The rumors that spread from this isn't something he likes, but he's content with you. 

•He likes doing your hair and Makeup if you'd let him. Also thinks it's cute to see a bow wrapped around one of your horns. 

•Lilia doesn't have an opinion on your relationship. As long as you're happy he's happy. 

•Malleus also doesn't mind this relationship. In the end you're still his little sibling, and in his eyes a random guy isn't going to tear your bond apart. 

•He already knew not to trust Lilia's food the minute he saw it. Politely declines every time Lilia asks if he wants anything. 

•When his fans find out you're both together, it goes better than you'd both expect. Though, that was partly because your draconian and Malleus is just intimidating as hell.  

•His fans find out the hard way not to fuck with you. Not only can you kick ass, but so can all of your family members. 

•In general, your relationship is wholesome and no one minds it. 

~Rook Hunt~

•He also is very fast to accept his feelings. In fact, out of everyone, he's the quickest. 

•He's very interested in your family. Def spies on Lilia, and Lilia pretends not to notice at all. Despite the fact he indeed does notice. 

•Sebek does not like Rook. He gets too close to Malleus for his likings. 

•Speaking of, Malleus thinks it's amusing how curious Rook is about Fae's. Though, he's happy to answer any questions this Blond bob-cut Hunter has. 

•He is flabbergasted when he sees your tails and wings. Asks you to speed your wings, wiggle your tail. He touched and caresses them so curiously. 

•Rook is obsessed with playing man hunt with you. Just let him hunt you, maybe you'll even get a reward at the end of it all. 

•He's very heavy on the compliments. And finally, when he wins over your heart, Rook describes it as feeling complete. 

•Honestly, Rook follows you around like a puppy. 

•Lilia and Malleus both are very supportive of your relationship. Rook to them is fun to be around and his curious nature always has Malleus grinning. Lilia loves teaching him in some martial arts. 

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[goldenempyrean]

Empyrean’s Advent: Day 11

Prompt: “I’ve already called you out of work.”

Pairing: WandaNat x R (Sick Reader)

Wordcount: 855

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You had expected to get sick. You knew it was coming, it was pretty much inevitable after spending so much time nursing Wanda; even with taking precautions, it was still pretty much inevitable.

So, when you woke up only a day later feeling like your head had been smacked full of cement, you couldn’t help but groan. Stifling your annoyance, you rolled over in bed, slowly opening your eyes to see Natasha.

She was already awake, one hand wrapped comfortably over the sleeping form of Wanda who rested, snuggling into the woman’s chest and the other holding open a book which she was contently reading.

“Morning sweetie.” She hummed as you heaved your aching body upright and smiled weakly, trying hard to feign your usual chippy mood.

Only your attempts didn’t quite have the desired effect when your voice came out in a crackly rasp, “Morning.”

“Your voice sounds worst then it did last night.” Nat noted and you could feel her eyes scanning over you. Your voice had been showing signs of deteriorating since last night and you knew Nat had noticed, even if she hadn’t said anything at the time.

“It’s fine.” You sniffled, stretching your arms as you tried to relieve yourself of the aching in your joints, “It’s probably because I’ve just woken up.”

Nat simply hummed as stumbled towards your closet, pulling out a pretty blouse and pair of black jeans, ones which you laid over the edge of the bed whilst you got yourself changed into your shirt.

The room felt hazy and you felt yourself steadily drifting off, as a result you felt yourself jump slightly when Nat abruptly spoke.

“You sure you’re alright to go in today?” She asked, the weight of her growing concern was heavy in her voice, “You dont seem 100% today, you coming down with the same sucky bug as Wands?” She asked, looking down to the sleeping woman in her arms. Although Wanda had been feeling slightly better in the last few day, the clutch of a fever still hung close to her cheeks.

“Im okay ‘Tasha, I just need to finish getting changed” You mumbled but still found yourself sitting down at the end on the bed, your drowsiness winning over your actions.

You sniffled and rubbed at your nose for a second before whipping around and grabbing a handful of tissues from the box which sat close to Natasha’s knees on the bed before trying to muffle a set of desperate sneezes into them.

“Hh-iii’tshhh! Hh..H’iiitshiew! Hh-Hup’tshhiew!”

Your sighed, the sound of which was leached with congestion and fatigue causing Natasha to look at you sympathetically as she carefully rose from the bed.

“Lay back down baby,” Nat whispered as she came up behind you, pressing a loving kiss to you neck as she wrapped her arms around you, “I’ve already called you out of work.”

You tried to cough quietly as you scrubbed at your nose with the tissues before asking the question which had began lingering in your mind, “How did you know that I would wake up sick?”

“Well you’ve been around Wanda throughout her whole contagious period and it was obvious you weren’t feeling too good last night either.” She raised an eyebrow at you, letting you know that your decline in health hadn’t gone unnoticed by her, “Your terrible at trying to hide things from me, y’know.”

It was then that another stuffy-sounding sneeze was heard, only thing time it came from the woman huddled beneath the bed, “Whats going on?

“Y/N’s sick.” Nat sighed as she helped you lay back down in bed, settling you next to Wanda.

“Im sorry I got you sick.” She apologised as you tried to get yourself into some sort of comfortable position.

“It’s not your fault.” You sniffled thickly and twitched your nose, “My stupid nose is all stuffy.”

Natasha’s eyes lit up and she clicked her fingers almost as if she had suddenly remembered something. With a small smirk she went over and began to search through her set of drawers. It took her a moment but she eventually pulled out a small blue plastic jar, one which you recognised faintly.

She came and sat beside you and looked down at your work blouse which you were still wearing.

“May I?” Natasha asked, her finger twirling around one of the buttons on your blouse. You nodded, giving Natasha your approval and with it, she carefully unbuttoned your shirt, gently removing it from you.

She then opened the small jar, and the distant smell of Vicks Vapour Rub rose from within it as she took a generous amount and massaged it into your exposed chest. It felt amazing and you gave a long, relaxed exhale, as it slowly began to open up your sinuses.

“You’re amazing darling.”

“Arnt I just.” Natasha smirked and gave you a small wink which caused you give a small chuckle as she climbed back into the bed, carefully crawling over so she could nestle herself between her two sickly girlfriends. Maybe spending another few days in bed wouldn’t be too bad afterall…

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[akutasoda]

ehe

can I request a s/o who acts like a cat even while fighting

cat fight

synopsis - when they're s/o acts like a cat, even when fighting

includes - baizhu, wanderer, sethos, wriothesley

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 855

a/n: i did sort if interpret this as more black cat and orange cat vibes..

taglist - @frankiesteinn, @little-miss-chaoss

baizhu ★↷

↪he's like a more friendly balck cat, almost like a domestic black cat who has been around a while. while sometimes he seems unbothered and disinterested, he has a kind hearrt deep down and isn't selfish - he is a doctor afterall. so no matter what, he always seems like the voice of reason.

↪if he was with someone who gave more of a black cat vibe, he'd almost act as a sort of reassurance - especially when it came to other people who could be quite embarrassed by how disinterested you seemed. he didn't exactly love your more selfish side but he'd find ways to deal with your moods.

↪if he was with someone who gave of more orange cat vibes, he'd act more as the voice of reason. he found it very admirable with how outgoing and friendly you were but sometimes he'd have to step in when you became a bit too chaotic. he did quite love seeing what you had gotten up to in terms of your more unhinged activity.

↪baizhu would normally discourage you from putting yourself in harms way as he would hate to see you get injured. however he found it quite hard to stop you when he observed you acting very 'cat-like' in battle - it was quite amusing.

↪ he'd never make an outright comment but sometimes you wpuld catch him staring if you were fighting and you never knew if he was trying to assess your condition or say something else...

wanderer ★↷

↪he gives off black cat energy for definite, or atleast for those that he's less acquainted with or downright hates. so for him to be with someone who could also be compared to that of a cat would be like a perfectly crafted match.

↪if you were also more of a black cat kind of person it would be almost too perfect. you both always seemed unbothered and disinterested which sometimes made others feel like you two were constantly judging them. although maybe two people that could be rather selfish would encounter a few issues.

↪or maybe you acted more akin to a orange cat, then you two would seem like completely opposites. he would seem cold, judgemental and calculated but you were like a ball of sunshine - a bit more chaotic and impulsively as well. you two would simply balance each other out perfectly.

↪although, wanderer did find it rather amusing with how your cat like behaviour would translate into your style of fighting. he'd always tease you about it afterwards, always comparing you to a cat who'd chase mice. while he probably didn't like seeing you put by yourself in danger, as long as he was nearby he'd happily watch you fight almost like a cat would.

sethos ★↷

↪he can be quite the outgoing and friendly person, sort of akin to an orange cat but he also has that more serious and selfish side. it really depends on who you are to him and the situation. however mainly for his lover, he's definitely more like an orange cat.

↪so if you acted more like a black cat, you two become quite the opposites that work. his friendliness counters your rather selfish nature that always gives of an unbothered attitude and he seems like the sun itself next to you. however when you're both seeming very cold, you can be quite the intimidating couple.

↪but if you match his orange cat energy perfectly then you both can be perceived as rather friendly people. unfortunately (or fortunately) that means you both like to indulge each other in whatever unhinged idea the other has thought up.

↪although one obvious difference can be observed on the battlefield as sethos becomes much more concentrated and almost aggressive while you remain rather 'cat-like'. he finds it rather adorable when you demonstrate the mannerisms of a cat in a fight.

wriothesley ★↷

↪he isn't exactly the biggest act like person, he's definitely more akin to that of a wolf or perhaps some kind of hunting dog. so him having a lover who acts alot more 'cat-like' always makes it seem like you two are complete opposites.

↪although perhaps you would be more similar than perceived if you were more like a black cat. this way you both had much more of an intimidating aura. wasn't the biggest fan of your more selfish side but he would find that it wouldn't be directed towards your relationship and he became more at peace with it.

↪however, if you behaved more like an orange cat you two would be a perfect mix of seriousness and chaos. wriothesley would find himself being entertained by your common activities that completey confused his brain as to why you would do so but that's what made his day.

↪again, he hated seeing you fight but sometimes he knew that the situation would be unavoidable and so he would instead watch out for you and your 'cat-like' fighting.

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[one-winged-dreams]

[Smug Au'ra Noises]

ship: saga stormsong x magnai oronir source: final fantasy xiv word count: 855 cw: suggestive implications

do y'all know what a happy alligator sounds like?

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As Saga wiped his brow, his attention was driven to the fatigue that had subtly, but quite gently, crept into his being since… Noon? Assumingly? He'd been keeping himself occupied this was true, but perhaps a bit overmuch.

Retreating back inside the palace, he allowed himself some respite, leaning against one of the comparably cool walls with a sigh. He'd have much rather been sitting right about now, as opposed to resting his shoulder against the stone with his arms crossed and a pout on his face, but if he were to sit, he wasn't sure how much it would take to muster the motivation to return to his tasks.

Not that he had any specific REASON to. He made himself useful and then some on a consistent basis, but he had relinquished his wanderlust in favor of remaining here in the Steppe, and that made him…

Antsy.

The Oronir had learned quickly that his willingness to assist ranged from convenient to being a downright nuisance. Often was he shooed off to go find something else to do, and to stop fretting over every single Xaela he happened upon.

He was actively considering what else there was to be done when the sight of his most radiant annoyance had him perking. Oh, how conflicting it was to see him, Magnai possibly being the most obnoxious Xaela he had ever met, but doubtlessly so of all the MEN he had ever met.

"Oh, has his radiance come to bless me with his presence as the sun apexes in the sky? Your timing is impeccable, Magnai," he greeted, his words dripping with mockery. He couldn't help it, it was what the Xaela deserved, and the only way he could find himself able to express his feelings on the matter of their companionship.

Magnai huffed, trying to act unbothered, but possibly annoyed by the quip. "And yet it's a miracle I've managed to run into the likes of you, based on all the scurrying about you've been doing. I'm to believe your generosity has been especially bothersome today."

Saga shrugged innocently, good-naturedly even. "Well, I think I'm done for now, so rest easy knowing your people will no longer be menaced. I could always be your problem instead, you know," he teased, winking and poking the space in front of himself.

Clearly, it was somewhat of a threat, or adjacent to it at least. But Magnai only smirked, audibly at that. "A problem, indeed. Petty words be damned, it's clear that you're desparate for my attention in your restlessness. Mayhap I will indulge you."

Saga paused, if only for a second. Interesting pushback. "Oh, is this a punishment for being a bother today? My sincerest apologies, truly." His arms crossed themselves across his chest again, and though he had perfected the art of expressing himself in a manner that radiated indifference, he was a bit irritated now.

Magnai's proud stride was hardly broken, and it would seem the day would not be Saga's as per the usual arrangement. As the Xaela now stood before him, close enough that he need crane his neck to keep eye contact, he clung to the spite that fueled his composure.

"No gratitude for the generosity I express in gracing, nay, rewarding you with my presence despite your shortcomings? By all means, if you intend to spurn the Sun this way," Magnai's eyes narrowed as his smirk turned smug, "then I expect a bit more bite than you've shown thus far, Saga."

Saga blinked, his expression not faltering entirely, but clearly enough. With somewhat wider than usual eyes, he retorted as naturally as he could, "Then I must offer another apology for hurting your feelings so deeply, oh radiant Sun."

Nope, not good enough.

Reacting not, even as Magnai circled him, he remained stalwart from the hand placed upon his shoulder to the brush of the Xaela's nose atop his head.

And then came the rumble. Deep, guttural, the barest hint of a hiss trailing behind.

Saga's eyes widened, feeling his skin prickle with goose flesh as a shiver ran from the base of his tail up to the ends of his ears. He failed to keep his breath from hitching, as he had never heard anything like that in the entirety of his travels. He wasn't aware the au'ra were capable of emitting something so… Bestial.

"So what do we say, little moon?" The nickname was a taunt, as was the way Magnai would breathe against one of his ears. His teeth coming down on the fur-lined flesh was a downright affront turned merciless torture as he produced one more of those reptilian growls directly into where Saga would be able to hear it most clearly.

And the viera could do naught but tremble silently, his mouth agape and his heart, among such other things, pounding with the sort of disbelief most unflattering. "I-I…"

Releasing Saga's ear from his bite, Magnai chuckled, low and deep, but not nearly anything like whatever THAT had been. "Your gratitude has been accepted most graciously. Now let me offer your promised reward of my company… Privately."

#self ship #self shipping #dream fics #brighter than the sun

[birdmanbroski]

— 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

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characters: midoriya, todoroki, bakugo, kirishima, jirou, ashido, asui, uraraka, sero, iida, kaminari.

word count: 855

content: pure fluff! also low-key me not being able to write purely platonically for izuku

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— izuku is a heavy sleeper. you simply cannot wake him up, and until you notice his slightly shaky inhale in the pale moonlight, you could mistake him for a dead man. often times he’ll snore very softly which lets you know he’s alive as well. his room is probably pretty hot, he likes it that way. and he has a big shark plush that he likes to cuddle with when alone. he’s a stomach sleeper, and likes laying his head on your chest to fall asleep, burying his face in the crook of your neck. he likes being both small spoon or big spoon, doesn’t mind which -as long as there’s sleep involved, he’s in! he’s very warm, so it’s especially nice cuddling him on cold winter nights.

— bakugo sleeping is the only time you’ll catch him looking calm. in a day otherwise full of yelling and a blonde flurry of raw emotion, it’s trippy seeing him sleep, peacefully, without a single care in the world. he starts off proper, on his back, but always ends up in strange half-up half-down poses. his room is very hot always as he cannot stand the cold, and in the winter he can’t fall asleep without fluffy warm socks on. though he kicks them off sometime in the middle of the night, having them on the floor by the time he wakes up.

— todoroki sleeps slightly sprawled out across the mattress. due to his childhood, he’s a very light sleeper, and will gasp awake at any faint sound. he’s very paranoid when falling asleep too - so he’s tried putting on white noise when getting into bed, and it’s helped him a lot. not as much as meeting you has, though. he likes his room very cold, and will do a few random loud snores through out the night.

— ashido is lowkey a menace when she sleeps. somehow she always ends up sideways, and having kicked off all the blankets, wakes up shivering cold. sleeping with her is a pain because she takes up the entire bed, and will smack you in the face with her arm or kick your stomach with her foot, apologizing profusely when you wake up cursing from the sudden hit. still wouldn’t give it up for the world, though.

— jirou has emo music quietly playing in the background when she sleeps. she wraps herself up in a blanket burrito and snores ever so softly. she really likes falling asleep to asmr, as well. she struggles with her sleep schedule, but that helps put her out in an instant on those nights where sleep just isn’t agreeing with her. she has to have her whole body covered with the comforter, only her head poking out for oxygen.

— asui is curled up in a ball, surrounded by a bunch of pillows to fall fast asleep instantly. she snores ever so softly and drools a little in her sleep. she’ll also cuddle a raccoon plushie she’s had since she was a kid. she has some colored lights in her room that are always set to a greenish setting as well, and the air is so crisp and fresh in her room from all the plants she owns.

— kirishima has his hands behind his head, legs spread out, face peaceful af when he sleeps. he’ll stay that way for the whole night, too. he has colored lights that are always on red, the manliest of colors, after all! and he has a crimson riot poster right across from his bed, so it’s both the first and last thing he’ll see when falling asleep and waking up.

— uraraka turns a bunch in her sleep, she can never find quite the right spot. she’s a side sleeper, but doesn’t have a side she prefers more than the other. her room is always freezing so she sleeps.. with socks on. she says a bunch of random words, and strings of incoherent sentences that leave you questioning - is she just pretending to be asleep?

— kaminari is constantly moving and no one ever knows how he ends up in the strangest of poses every night. sleeping in the same bed as denki is just pure chaos, you will get violated and he will end up with his butt in the air. he’s a man of culture and has either undertale, pokémon or sonic theme songs playing in the background.

— sero usually sleeps in his hammock, legs sprawled out. he has ambient lights that are on a color changing setting. there’s rain sounds playing in the background that he puts on to fall asleep faster, and the window is always open in the summer, so he can hear cicadas outside too. the vibe is always immaculate in his bedroom!

— iida sleeps on his back, with his head properly propped up on two pillows. he believes this is best, as he has done extensive research on how to get a quality nights sleep. he’s always tucked in when sleeping, and has both hands resting on his stomach. he used to snore really loudly, but it’s gotten better..mostly.

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#bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha imagine #deku headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #todoroki x reader #todoroki headcanons #birdmanbroski #izuku midoriya #bnha deku

[evilwriter37]

Hi! This is for the Nsft/Whump prompts

You could choose between #19 for Vigcup or #13 for this weird ship of mine; Vigstrid 😅✌

Thank you for requesting! I chose to go with Vigstrid, given that there's hardly anything out there for it and I wanted to challenge myself. You're making me ship it, anon.

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Rated: explicit

Warnings: none

Pairings: Viggo/Astrid

Word Count: 855

Summary: Astrid has sex with Viggo for the first time and is surprised by how good the experience is.

Ao3 Link

"I never thought you could make such sweet noises," Astrid breathed as she rode her partner's cock, in absolute awe of everything that was happening. For one, she was having sex. And for two, she was having sex with Viggo Grimborn.

"Me neither." Viggo's voice was just as breathy, and he took her by the hips gently. This man could be gentle, this man who had led the Dragon Hunters in business and battle for years, this man who had hurt and killed, and...

He was being gentle. Viggo was very different now, after having been burned chasing the one thing that had mattered to him: the Dragon Eye. He'd realized how shallow his life and his ambitions had been without having care for others.

That care now extended to her and the other Riders. Though, his care for her was very different from his care for them.

And Astrid had only heard threats out of him before, but now she was hearing sweet moans and sighs. She'd never once thought that something like this would ever happen.

"I-I'm sorry," Viggo said after some time, clearly in thought.

"What?"

"For everything I did before."

"Don't you dare try to apologize while I'm having sex with you," Astrid scolded. "This isn't apology sex. It's just sex."

Viggo smirked at her. "Whatever you say, my dear."

Astrid placed her hands on Viggo's broad, naked chest, riding him slowly, given that he was rather large, and sex was new to her. It hurt a bit, but she liked it. She liked it so much. Despite being intimidated by the sheer size of him everywhere, she'd wanted to be on top and take control. That was just how she was.

And Viggo seemed to be fine with that. He didn't roll them over or use his grip on her hips to make her go harder or faster than she wanted to. He just let her do this and pleasure the both of them.

"Are you close?" Astrid asked, voice low with lust in a way she'd never heard before.

Viggo ran his hands up over her back, the touch so good it made her shiver. "Not quite, darling."

Astrid arched into him, tilting her head back, humming with her eyes closed. "Oh. I am."

"Feeling your end would be splendid." Viggo's voice was also low with lust: a rumble.

Astrid had never thought she would like slow sex, had thought that her enjoyment would more align with something fast and hard and almost vicious. Maybe next time, but now, this was what she wanted, what she needed. Her orgasm was riding up on her, tensing her muscles in all the right places, increasing her pleasure to a burning she felt in her extremities.

Astrid's mouth dropped open in a loud gasp when she came, followed suit by a long moan. Her walls clenching around Viggo felt so good, and her body was burning and buzzing. Though she was rather good at pleasuring herself, she'd never had an orgasm this good before. She'd never felt so connected with someone before either. She swore she could feel Viggo's soul in her.

Viggo said nothing as she rode him through her climax. He just gripped her hips, let her dig her nails into his chest.

Astrid didn't know what to do when it was over. She was oversensitive, the feeling of Viggo's cock in her now too much. But, she hadn't gotten him off, and she wanted to.

"You do not have to continue if you do not wish to," Viggo said. "I can finish myself."

"I want to help," Astrid said. She climbed off of him, moaning as he came out of her. She took another look at his cock, and was utterly astonished that that had been in her.

She laid beside him, snuggling close, and reached her hand down. Her touch elicited a small gasp from Viggo, and a big arm wrapped around her, pulling her so tight against him he was almost crushing her.

But he was still gentle, even as he neared climax and his muscles tightened. She could feel his cock throb under her fingers.

He came with a sigh and a moan, hardly giving any warning, but Astrid hadn't needed any--being so close to him, she'd known that it was going to happen. She almost laughed at the way cum spurted from his slit. She'd known what a man's orgasm was like, but had never witnessed one personally, or been the cause of it.

She stroked him through it, and he laid a big hand on hers when he was finished, when it became too much. She pulled her hand away.

For a while, they just laid there in silence, breathing together, Astrid's breaths more even, Viggo's more like panting. Once his breathing had slowed, he looked at her and gave her a smile. She was on his right side so that he could see her. He was blind in his left eye now from his injury.

"That was wonderful, Astrid, my dear."

Astrid smiled, pecked him on the lips. "Yes. Yes it was."

#asks #Anonymous #requests #nsft #smut #vigstrid #viggo grimborn #astrid hofferson #httyd #httyd rtte #rtte #how to train your dragon #race to the edge #fanfiction #writing