#idk but I'm gonna go read fluff now because I'm sobbing

[qiwoomi]

officially yours (his)

gojo satoru x fem! reader

fluff, established relationship, marriage, modern au, slightly suggestive in the end

a/n: idk how long it's been, almost about a year but I'm back again. this time school isn't an obstacle anymore :] wrote this while seasons - wave to earth is playing in the background

If years ago you're telling the Gojo Satoru you would marry him, he would tell you it would be a dream out of reach. Because back then, he's not confident in himself to make someone as beautiful- inside and out as you happy. It might be because of his rough past, and he didn't want to risk you going through it as he doesn't want you to get hurt.

You are too delicate, too fragile that he's sure that he doesn't deserve you. Hell, he would even risk letting someone else have you if it meant you don't have to go through a single trouble that he always endures. Though he's used to it by now, but you don't.

So how is it possible that here he is, standing on the shoreline of the vast ocean of your dreams, his shoes a little drenched and stained with sand. But never mind all that. His eyes are on you, teary and red though it won't fall. His lips are trembling, he wants to say something, but he knew that he would be sobbing and he promised himself that he won't ruin the ceremony that unite both of you in sickness and health.

There you are in your white wedding dress, your dream wedding dress, as you held the bouquet of flowers in your hand, keeping up a smile even though you're also on the verge of tears. Your eyes are blurry, but your father guided you to him, letting go of you as you're now standing in front of each other.

You allowed yourself to sniffle. Geto then starts doing the speech and declaration to officiate both of you in your wedding day, Satoru's eyes never fell from yours.

It's time to declare each other's wedding vows, which you anticipate. Satoru fixed his bow tie nervously, as you smiled.

"[Name], my love, my heart, my life, my everything." He starts, and his voice already cracked which earned a few laughs from your families and friends. He was full on sniffling, nose red as the first drop of tears stained his cheek. "First of all, I want to thank you a lot for everything you've done for me. Taking care of me even when I'm whiny and clingy, even though I stained your shirt with my snot as you patted me to sleep. Always being there to comfort me because you know that I'm not fine, even though I insist I am. You always knew before me, and this is one of the reasons why I fall in love with you." He manage to make through the first paragraphs, as onslaught of tears stained his cheeks again.

"Oh my god, I'm crying." He accidentally slipped into the mic, as chuckles are heard again. He's trying to wipe them off with his sleeves now. "Does anyone have a tissue?" He sniffled, as Geto handed him a q-tip. He tried wiping his tears with them, as it didn't do as much. "What does a q-tip gonna do? I need a tissue." He sniffled again, only realising the tissue in his breast pocket when you pointed them out.

"Ah, thank god." He sniffled, as he tried to compose himself while wiping his tears. Now the audiences were laughing, which makes you laugh too even though you're also about to drown in tears. "Okay." He cleared his throat, lifting up the paper in his view which is stained by droplets of tears.

"I'm sure that even if I continue listing them down, words wouldn't be enough to express my love to you- because it runs deep. And it is dangerous, at least this is what I thought when I was so young and naive, still learning what real love means." He sniffled. "But I got addicted to it, you're too addictive that I'm sure the thought of you will never go away. Everyday I wake up, I'm thankful that I even get the chance to be with you. And I try to make it last, even though temporary, these fleeting moments is my motivator."

He inhaled, before reading the next last paragraph. "My love, I want you to know that this has been my dream for the longest time. And to see and experience myself to be officially yours is a dream come true. I'm yours, always yours from the start and eternally. I promise myself from the start, and I want you to know that I'll always be with you no matter in sickness or in health, in the hardest days of your life or the easiest. I love you wholeheartedly in all versions of yourself. My heart, I have devoted myself to you, and should you think that I'm not, I'll always remind you through my actions. I love you, my [Name], my wife now and forever."

Gojo Satoru managed to finish, his tears are now at bay only for it to stream continously again when it's your turn to recite your wedding vows. It is safe to say that Gojo Satoru cried more than you, and he took 1 to 2 business days to process your marriage before finally going back to his 'normal' safe. And you love him all the same.

bonus:

It was late on your wedding night, after making love with him. You laid on his chest, catching your breath as he caressed your hair, his eyes on the ceiling as if lost in thought. It was quiet, but you love it.

"My love?" He starts, his eyes now on you, admiring your features. His hand on your hair is so comforting, that it took you a second to answer him. "Mhm? What is it baby?" You asked, looking up at him with sincereness and love in your eyes.

He pouted, frowning a little. Whatever it is that's weighing on his mind, you want to make it go away. "I'm sorry for ruining our wedding. I just can't hold it- you know. I never thought we would go this far." He mumbled, as you now start cupping his face, making him look into your eyes.

"Hey, it's fine. You know, I love that you're not afraid to show your true self. I love you. You make the wedding more memorable." I reassured him, speaking softly that he might even fall asleep to my voice.

Satoru didn't answer, though it's evident he's happy to know your thoughts now that his frowns and pout go away. "I love you too. You know, we're not even done for the night." He teased, now going back to his 'normal' self.

You slapped his chest playfully, though there's no denying it when your cheeks are flushed.

a/n: this is inspired from one of the videos I came across on ig (iykyk) I wish I copied the link but I lost it ☹️ the video literally screams satoru and you can't fight me.

EDIT: HERE'S THE LINK GUYS!!!

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#gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo angst #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x female reader #gojo x female reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

[tatasoom]

I'm here today for a special preview analysis in TWO PARTS.

Here in the first part we will talk about the most speculative theory mostly based on nothing lol

In the second part you will discover that P'Aof loves an airport scene so much that gonna give us TWO OF THEM.

Enjoy!

A CRAZY THEORY BASED ON THE PREVIEW (OR NOTHING)

Yeah, I don't think predictions makes much sense now, but some viewers in the comments on YouTube (and also I) noticed a really strange thing in the preview for the last episode. Let's take a look.

Mhok is in the airport and see Day, probably two or three years later (I took this time information from a "novel" and it seems logical due to Day's graduation we see in the preview).

The last shot is already one of my favourite, Jimmy's acting (shock - hope - pain) and the angle, ugh!.. Well, let's talk about Day in this scene.

We see him on an escalator with a bag only and then walking freely... I believe he's a talented boy, but do you believe blind person can walk like this without a stick or a dog?.. I see sometimes visually impaired people in the metro and they're really good at navigating without any help, but they always have the stick! Actually Day also has one!

And that's how we're coming to the first part of the theory:

In this upcoming scene Day is not blind anymore.

Okay, we assume he can see and then the question is why he shows no interest in Mhok.

When I suddenly met my ex three years later after an extremely dramatic relationships and devastating break up, he stopped in the center of the metro station crowd and trust me we both looked more like Mhok, than like Day!

Some viewers think that Day just can't recognize Mhok, because they met each other after Day's vision had lowered to 20%. However we not only saw him looking at Mhok from that one palm distance, but also having photos of Mhok! Don't you think after a successful surgery Day must want to check out what a person he loved so much looks like?..

And that's how we're coming to the second part of the theory:

Day recognized Mhok, but pretends he didn't.

Yeah, I told you this theory is crazy! But listen... all previews, especially for the second part of the show, was playing with our emotions. And as we already know the episode 11 preview just showed us some moments from idk maybe the first ten minutes of the episode. I couldn't even imagine how much fluff and pain this episode actually brought us.

So no wonder this airport scene can be another moment of Day playing on Mhok's nerves (remember that beach scene with the book?) and P'Aof playing with our hearts.

That would be so f***ed up that I'm even ready to forgive them for giving Day his vision back haha

I've also read the novel ending and the series is definitely not gonna be the same, but will have some similarities. Maybe we'll see not only Day's graduation, but also his small bookstore and working process.

The most important part for me is not the circumstances of Day and Mhok's reunion, but the words about Day all that years looking for the kind of love Mhok gave him. I'm not ugly sobbing, you are.

P. S. Still processing episode 11 with a whole mountain of real life stories in my head. Trust me P'Aof is more realistic in storytelling than it seems. If you need a long post about different people I know going to the US for different reasons, also with breaking up with their lovers, just ask me haha

Thank you for reading and don't forget to check the second part!

#last twilight the series #last twilight #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #jimmysea #mhokday #morkday

[vomitpukey]

I'm gonna be real I just want to see Kevin n Bob make out so bad they don't even get a proper ship name like everyone else seems to (I propose sweetmeat ((or maybe candymeat? Or meatcandy? Idk if they actually do have one pleasssseee tell me thank youu :3 )) but if somehow anyone else finds this uh suggest stuff please if you want lol)

Pork belly burnt ends changed my brain chemistry so bad I ship these two so hard now lord save me.

I get having angsty fics of them is really the only canon-ish way to ship them but does anyone else have a super unconnected very ooc fluff au for them or is that just me😭😭😭 Bob likes candy idk all I'm saying is you can do strangers to friends to lovers just by having him go to the candy club a lot (I think I read a fanfic like this once but I can't find it for the life of me)

Speaking of sm in general I need to get caught up w the lore so bad😭😭 I've been putting off watching ep 6 because erm. Idk honestly I don't have an excuse sobs

#kevin x bob velseb #sweetmeat #candymeat #meatcandy #spooky month #pork belly burnt ends #spooky month bob #spooky month kevin #kevin kelson #bob velseb #12 am thoughts #more like rambles #sorry for no grammer correction this is probably annoying to read but guess whos autocorrect isnt working yayy /sar

[kalpasio]

if i wasnt in public reading the last part of the mafia au i wouldve been aggressively punching either the air or one of my poor (and regularly beaten up) pillows, I MELT EVERY TIME THERES DOMESTIC KALPAS AND READER I JUST DIE ON THE SPOT AND FALL TO THE FLOOR SOBBING 😭😭😭😭💥💥💥💥

domestic kalpas and reader moments 🔛🔝 we love how most of the fics here at one point has reader and kalpas living together,, we love the domesticity, idk bout yall but the end made me so happy for no reason,, just the thought of kalpas and reader living somewhere taking care of a bunch of old people warms my heart LIKE 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 i love domestic content of these two but a part of me loves seeing them both suffer (mostly kalpas *COUGH COUGH*) you can have both fluffy domestic moments and wall clawing angst in the same fic WINK WINK

- herrscher anon altho i think ive mentioned how much i like domestic stuff too much in this ask alone LMAO 💖💖💖

domestic kalpas is my biggest weakness 😭 sitting there writing while kicking my legs and giggling lol I just want to make cookies and watch some silly show with the murder man is that so wrong?

I don't know why but my brain is convinced kalpas would end up like working in an old folks home like EXTREMELY fed up with some old lady but she's just like oh yes dear that's fine :) and he's like I'm going to murder you if you don't eat the fucking pudding and they get along great. like how hes so excited to break aponias fingers but she's his best friend???? yes this makes sense. I'm running away now

spoilers maybe?? I'm working on an ending for like the mafia part (as opposed to the fluff part that lasted all of 5 sentences) and it's probably gonna be angsty because that's all I do. so. y'know. 👀👀 eventually

#herrscher anon!! 🧡🧡 #my love languages are: tea and cooking but i sit on the counter and watch and get hugs and then we cuddle after #gosh I'm lazy lmao #kalpas fighting with Myrtle or whoever about how she has too much yarn #let him be happy but also still a lil suffering #just a bit

[imhereforscm]

Hey 🌷. I hope you don't mind writing Tauxolouve x goddess reader general headcanons. What is there relationship like? How often do they go on dates? etc. It's ok if you don't want to write this.

Tauxolouve × goddess!reader—general headcanons

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: CUTENESS OVERLOAD AAHH *sobs into my single-pringle corner*

- Doodles you a lot, before you two get together, Like- when you're not looking, he draws sketches of you.

- Karno realizes something changed with Lou, because he notices he picked up his hobby again, but doesn't know exactly what.

- When you and Loud get together, you'll 100% get a "oh, so you're the girl that Lou's been head over heels about!" From Karno like the momma he is.

- If you're working together, he makes sure to slip heart doodles into each stack of documents he passes you and stares from the other side of the room to see your bashful smile, when you find his sketch.

- Lou could give up his soul for baths, so I can see him taking you to a lot of dates having to do with lakes and stuff, where you two can soak up inside, hugging it out.

- Also likes to draw the places you visit and it's usually moments of comfortable and loving silence between the two of you, where each one of you are doing your own thing. (Ex: He's painting and you're reading/also painting/anything).

- He likes to go on dates with you pretty often, because now that he knows he has a future, he wants to explore all the ways he didn't explore life before and now that you're here too, he's ecstatic.

- Leon: "If you don't stop spacing out during work, by staring at (name), I will move you to the other side of the wing!"

Tauxolouve: "Yeah, yeah, you're lecturing me on slacking off?"

Leon: "..."

Leon: "Listen here, you little-"

- Would take you on Earth dates if you're interested in Earth's cultures.

- I feel like at some point, Tauxolouve stumbled upon a copy of Romeo and Juliet and he surprised you one night by recreating the balcony scene with you.

- If you also appreciate poetry, he'll gladly whisper poems into your ear as you drift away in his arms and he runs his fingers through your hair. (I know gods don't need to sleep, but it's not forbitten either sooo-)

- Idk about you, but Tauxolouve strikes me as a person who love his partner's tummy *dies from cuteness* so whether he's wrapping his arms around you, tickling you, kissing you, trying to leave hickeys on you, his attention will naturally wander to your tummy.

- Will also lay his head on your tummy (because he loves it so much) and you're gonna stroke his hair AND WHEN HE GETS UP, HIS HAIR WILL BE DOWN, LIKE IN THAT ONE CG KNKSNGSODGNSDKGNDMGNKD.

- 100% carries you onto his back in a piggy back ride across the entire Heavens.

- Basically, now with you here, he has found his more playful side again.

- (Tauxolouve: "I told you Aigo! I'm not an old man!")

- Still draws you, but now he makes portraits, given how you know about his love for you, so he doesn't fear the possibility of you finding them.

- And I don't think I need to mention that, because it's pretty obvious, but he's there to listen to any of your problems any time of any day or night. You're not bothering him. Your feelings matter and he loves you. You're literally the best thing that's happened to him. <3

- You're basically living the Disney dream is what I'm saying.

- Hell, he even gets on one knee to help you put your shoes on.

- Also likes to raise your dresses for you, when you walk up the stairs, so you don't trip on them. It makes him feel like he's your prince and he wants to take care for his princess.

- His parents love you. And I mean they LOOOOOOOVE you.

- His mother would squeeze yours and Tauxolouve's cheeks 24/7, I'm sure of it.

- And if you decide to have (a) child(ren), these two can and they will spoil them rotten.

- Something else I don't think needs clarification, but I'm still gonna say it, because I'm extra, is that Tauxolouve, won't EVER and I mean EVER let the flame between you weaken. Even after centuries of dating and marriage (and kids, if you decide to have any, whether they're adopted or biological), he will always make sure you never lose your spark and also treasures you, because you gave him a reason to live and you brighten up his life. <3<3<3<3

(Imagine if one time Tauxolouve slipped a heart doodle between the documents, before passing them to you, but due to some complications, the stack ends up in Teo's hands and he thinks it was originally meant for him, so now he's hugging Tauxolouve close, into a ✨bro hug✨, sobbing into his shoulder.)

#scm #star crossed myth #scm tauxolouve #scm headcanons #scm tauxolouve headcanons

[euphoric-melancholyy]

Irondad Fic Rec

Okay so I know the past couple fics I've rec'd have been angst and we're gonna continue that, since it's apparently the theme of the week. We're going to the multiverse which oops I guess it isn't real after all 

Infinite Ends Where We Begin by @ironfamjam

Summary: !Endgame Spoilers!

When the snap opens portals to the multiverse, Peter can't help but jump through universe after universe trying to find Tony to bring him home. And while every Tony is different, Peter's a part of his life every time.

Some things are constant no matter what world they're in.

_____________

This might be my most angsty fic I've rec'd yet. It accepts Tony's death basically, and not even I've done that. Is it sad? Yes. Did I sob? Also yes, started almost immediately. But oh my god this fic is one of the best fics I have ever read. ALL THE DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF TONY & PETER! I MELT. AND CRY. Oh my god it's so well executed I couldn’t not rec it. And it has lots of different tropes! My heart is breaking and yet I'm almost happy about it??? This is a phenomenal story. 

I cried. I laughed. I smiled. I grieved. I maybe accepted. I cried even more. 

#irondad fic rec #irondad and spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #iron dad and spider-son #iron dad and spider son #alex recs irondad #alex recs fics #spiderman #post endgame #not my writing #I will never be over just how damn good this story is #phenomenal doesn't even cut it #like is there a bigger word #idk but I'm gonna go read fluff now because I'm sobbing

[beeindaclouds]

Ayup, I'm new here but I read your rules and list of people so i thought I would send an ask! I was wondering if you could do an angst to fluff thingy for Sapnap?

Maybe the reader has been really stressed out because of family problems(you can determine those) and the reader starts to feel like they're feelings for Sapnap are slipping because of the time they have spent apart. But when they kind of break down and blubber everything they have been feeling to Sapnap and he consoles them and all that fluffy stuff, they relized that they do still have feelings for sapnap they had just been really self conscious so they conviced themselves that they didn't have feelings for him anymore because they thought he didn't love them.

Idk if this was too much of a long ask but thought I would kinda lay it out for you to make it easier :D

He/Him pronouns if possible please :)

Hallo, thank you for requesting!

Wow, this was a long request, but I can totally do it. I'll also add the pronouns that you requested :)

Hope you enjoy <3

"Sapnap...I feel like we should break up, don't you?"

Reader: He/Him

Click here before requesting, please <3

Your minds kept on repeating the same things, over and over again

"You'll never be enough for them" "Why would they like you?" "Of course they don't accept your sexuality, what did you expect?"

You wanted to stop these thoughts...but they were right

See, you recently came out to your family as gay and since then they've all been ignoring you

You couldn't feel more alone then you were feeling now. It's like you've been disowned from your own family, your own parents. The ones that birthed and grew you up

Those dirty thoughts continued to circle your mind all day, no matter what you did, they were always there

And then they twisted to your boyfriend, Sapnap

"What's he gonna think when he knows that you've been disowned?" "That you're a bad son" "And then he'll leave you too, like everyone else"

"You should break up before he does it."

That last line hurt but for some reason you knew you had to do it

So as soon as Sapnap came back from hanging out with Punz, you talked to him

"Sapnap...I feel like we should break up, don't you?"

"What...?"

The pain and tremor in his voice hit you like a knife going through your own heart

You didn't want this, you never wanted this, you loved him...then why were you doing this?

Before you could say anything else you broke down crying, surprising Sapnap who, even after what you said, quickly sat by your side to comfort you

Through sobs and hiccups, you explained what had happened to Sapnap. From what had happened with your family to what you had been feeling

Sapnap layed you down, cuddling you into his chest

"I don't care what your family thinks, heck I don't care what anybody thinks. I'll literally go in front of those idiots of your family members and yell "HEY, I LOVE HIM AND YOU CANNOT TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME" if I have to lol" Sapnap exclaimed laughing which also made you laugh

"Oh god, why hahahah"

"Cause...I love you. I truely do." He mumbled, looking right at you

After a sweet kiss you fell asleep into his arms, where you belonged

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamsmpblurb #dsmpblurb #mcytblurb #sapnap #sapnapblurb #sapnap x reader #beeblurbs

[t0shii]

% comforting them when they're upset

.! oikawa, tsukishima, matsukawa (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ breakdowns, crying, etc. lightly proofread bc im lazy so sorry for any mistakes.

.! im so sorry if this is absolute word vomit or horse shit 😭 i tried my best though 😌 uhhh sorry for not posting yesterday i got my daith pierced and i was in a lot of pain after that so i didnt feel like writing anywho enjoy this 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 p.s. i was originally gonna write for mad dog but i was struggling so i went with mattsun instead sorry. also idk why matsuns ended up being so short i didnt do him justice i apologize 😩

oikawa

— always gets discouraged when his knee bothers him. today was one of those days. his coach had made him sit out of practice because he had been limping a bit. he came home distraught and you noticed right away.

"what's the matter toru?" you asked opening your arms for a hug, which he accepted, wrapping his arms around your middle quite tightly. "my knee is bothering me again 'n coach made me sit out. it's just not fair." he mumbled into your shoulder. you could feel his tears soak through your shirt. you nodded and responded, "baby, he just doesn't want you to hurt yourself. i know it's not fair but-", "but i wanna play volleyball, i wanna get better and practice." he said, aggravated that you weren't exactly on his side, still he held you tighter.

"toru, baby, look at me." he does as told, and you bring your hands up to wipe his tear stained cheeks,"toru, you can't strain your knee anymore than you already do, you know this. i know you only want to play volleyball, baby i know, but you have to be patient." he nods in agreement and you do the same, then guiding his head back to your shoulder, "i know it's frustrating toru, but you can't force it, y'know? he wouldn't make you sit out if it wasn't for your best interest. you know that, deep down."

the two of you had been cuddling on the couch, his back against your chest when you heard him sniffling again, "toru, what's wrong?" you ask softly, sitting up slightly. "i'm so useless, my own knee can't even work right. the team deserves someone better and so d-do you" he hiccuped, hiding is face in his hands. you felt guilty for not comforting him more earlier. "toru, that's not true at all." you stated, forcing his hands into yours, "take it back right now." he looked at you confused. "toru oikawa i said take it back right this instant." you said a little sterner than before.

"no." he managed to get out through sobs, and you knew the stern method wasn't going to work this time around. "toru, please. you're not useless at all, not to anyone, not to the team, and especially not to me. you're the best teammate, friend and boyfriend anyone could ever ask for and your knee just needs a break sometimes, you just need a break sometimes and thats okay. needing a break doesn't make you useless or weak, toru." you say softly, guiding him to a sitting position, hugging him closely and tracing small, comforting shapes on his back.

"you're so so strong toru, and you're an amazing person, an amazing boyfriend, you're such an amazing volleyball player and i'm so proud of how far you've come since highschool." you say, kissing the crown of his head. "you mean it?" he asks leaning back to look at you, "i always do, toru. i love you more than anything, and i'm so so fucking proud of you, but you have to know, it's okay to need a break sometimes and it doesn't change who you are as a person and it definitely doesn't make you weak or useless. he nods in response, burrying his head into the crook of your neck. you both stay like that, you whispering words of affirmations, him listening fondly until he feels better a little while later.

tsukishima

— he usually didn't let the stress of professional volleyball get to him like this, but he couldn't help it he would be lying if he said he wasn't overwhelmed, from interviews, to extra practice to prepare for the overseas games he had coming up, he was exhausted, to add onto it all he had been neglecting you and he felt horrible for it.

you knew practice was going to be running late since your boyfriend had told you in advance, so you weren't initially worried as to why kei had been coming home late at night. this night in particular was the fourth night in a row kei been home late and you starting to grow concerned. you hadn't seen him hardly at all that week, which was unusual because he always made time for you no matter what. worried, you decided to stay awake and wait for him to get home.

when the time finally comes, your heart dropped at his appearance, he looked absolutely horrible, as if he hadn't slept right in weeks. "why are you up?" he mumbled, taking his shoes off rather sloppily, uncharacteristic of him. you made your way closer to yoir exhausted boyfriend, "kei, i'm worried about you. i know you don't like me meddling with your career, and please don't misunderstand my concern for that. i'm just worried you aren't getting enough rest and i've barely seen you at all this week." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

you knew something was wrong when you saw the tear swell in his eyes, but he just stood there awkwardly, you walked closer toward him, "kei, what's wrong?" you ask, extending your arms toward him, which he basically fell into, he started sobbing immediately, shocking you initially. "i'm s-sorry for neglecting you this week, i didn't mean to i-i just-", "kei, i'm not worried about that, i'm worried that you aren't taking care of yourself properly." you mumble, patting his back comfortingly. to which he shakes his head no."work has been too much recently, i can't sleep and i barely have time to even think. its just practice, interviews, practice, interviews i-i can't handle it all anymore, y/n." he sobbed into your shoulder, you were speechless at his vulnerability.

"kei,-", "but i can't stop now because that'll make me a failure and i don't want to let you down and the team too, i just want to make everyone proud but i think i'm falling behind." he cried, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "kei, you could never let me down. actually, i think i've been letting you down recently, i don't tell you this enough but, i'm so so proud of you kei, so proud you don't even understand, i'm sorry for not expressing that enough to you. i understand that you feel as if you're falling behind but overworking and stressing yourself out isn't going to help you improve, kei, and i know you also know that."

"you're working yourself sick, kei and i can't stand here and continue to let that happen so you're taking a day off whether you like it or not. tomorrow will be a me and you day, how does that sound? i'll call your coach in the morning." honestly, you wouldn't have let him say no anyways, and he knew that so he just nodded his head. "look at me kei, you have to tell me when you're feeling overwhelmed. it's not good to keep things in like this, it's just like you tell me." he nods his head, but avoids eye contact, "and i'm not disappointed or upset at you, you know. but i can't read your mind, so please just tell me when things start to feel like they're crashing down on you 'kay? i'll help you just like you help me." you smile, he looks at you and nods, hugs you closer and whispers an "i love you" into your ear, which you return.

matsuwaka

— you knew his work was stressful and emotionally and mentally exhausting, so there were always worries in the back of your mind that he would become too overwhelmed, well today your worries became reality.

"welcome home issei." you called from the kitchen as your boyfriend walked through the door, though he offered you no response, which made you frown. "issei?-" you gasped when you felt a pair of strong arms sneak their way around your waist, "jesus, issei, you scared me!" you giggle placing your hands atop of his own, but you realized he was not laughing with you. "issei, baby?" concern laced in your tone as you maneuvered your way around to face him, "what's wrong baby?" you ask, taking his face in your hands to wipe at escaping tears.

"work was rough today." was all he said as he melted at the feeling of your thumbs running back and forth on his cheeks. "oh issei, i'm sorry." you mumbled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly, "is there anything i can do to help?" he didn't know why but something inside of him snapped when you asked him that, and sobs escaped his lips, he could only hide his face in the space between your neck and shoulder because for some reason he felt... ashamed to be crying in front of you like this. "please just hold me." he cried, so you did just that, shushimg him when his sobs got violent, rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly.

the both of you stood there for a good 15 minutes before you spoke up after he had calmed down a bit, "is there anything you need to get off your chest? you don't have to tell me now or even at all but i want you to know that whatever is bothering you, you can tell me, anything at all. i know your job is mentally exhausting and honestly i dont even know how you do it but i dont want you thinking you have to carry the burden of it alone, okay? i'm so proud of you, so so so proud of you issei, i just wanted you to know that."

you felt him nod in the crook of your neck, a soft, "thank you." sounding shortly after, "of course." you responded, kissing his shoulder a few time.he wasn't sure when he would feel completely ready to get things off his chest but he felt loved knowing that you would always be there to comfort him, and for that he was forever grateful.

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[lavenderwhore444]

My Hero

Dabi x Reader Warnings: Fluff, angst, very lovely romantic smut, swearing, violence but like punching walls and shit nothing big, Dabis backstory isn't spoiled I don't reveal his last name I swear, when he cries it's not like crying (obvi no tear ducts) but like the kind of crying where you’re crying but no tears come out

to use: input your name as y/n, I don't use your quirk in this. To input your quirk use y/q. To change different things click “change something other than y/n” and follow the directions.

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@issamomma I hope it's tolerable ❤️

“Hey! I see your requests are open. In light of all the recent spoilers, can I ask for something very sappy and self indulgent? Can I get a large fluff angst Dabi combo where he goes off about being the most powerful villain but all he ever wanted to be was a hero and the only time he’s ever truly felt like a good man and like he’s #1 is with y/n? With a side of mild romantic smut but hold the gluten? Thanks. 💕🙏🏻 If not, no worries. I’m gonna stalk your page and read more of your stuff now.”

This story is like compressed if that makes sense for some reason my brain just smashed everything that happens into one day 😃🔫

Honestly, I might write another version? Idk but I CANT START OVER AGAIN

Here's a song I like

“G’morning Dabi, ” you said, rolling over to hold him.

When you were met with a Dabi-free bed, panic immediately set in.

You peeked through the door, “Dabi?” you called

“Right here, babe, ” he said from the kitchen.

The smell of syrup filled your nose, and you realized that Dabi, the number two villain, was making you pancakes. Your bare feet hit the soft carpet as you walked to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed the back of his left shoulder.

“You are amazing, Dabi, ” you mumbled against his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, don't get sappy y/n, ” he said.

You ran your hands up and down his stomach, taking a deep breath to smell his cologne.

“Stop distracting me y/n they're gonna burn, ” he grumbled.

“Fine, fine!” You said.

You let go of him to put on a pot of coffee only to see that he had made coffee just the way you like.

“Jeez, did you kill a puppy or something because if so, apology accepted, ” you said.

“No, I didn't kill a fucking puppy. I just wanted to do something nice for you, ” he said, “but if youre gonna make it a big deal everytime-”

“Nope, nevermind, I'll be quiet, ” you interrupted.

Dabi finished making breakfast, and you both sat down at the table. He was quite proud of himself, seeing you smile at him when you first came down, feeling you wrap your arms around him, kissing him. It made his chest feel warm and light. Don't get the wrong idea. He’d never do anything like this for anyone else, no matter what. Only you, he was only soft for you. He even washed the dishes saying that “it was more meaningful if I do them myself, ”

You sat in the living room, talking about anything and everything. It had taken the better part of three years, but Dabi was an open book. He had cried on your shoulder, you had watched him bleed. You had stapled him together, watched him go about all his villainous deeds, and never, ever judged him. You were the best thing to happen to him. y/n y/l/n, or preferably when finally proposed (if you know his last name, please put it into interactive fics) y/n d/l/n. (Dabis last name)

You got up and felt your feet get caught on the rug but before you could hit the floor, Dabi’s arms wrapped around you.

You laughed as you steadied yourself, “my hero, ”

He froze, “your hero?”

“Yeah, that's what I said, ” you responded.

“A hero, ” he spat, “are you fucking kidding?”

“No Dabi that's not what I-” you started.

“Shut the fuck up y/n, I'm not your fucking ‘hero,’” he sneered, “im the greatest fucking villain of all time. That man child is a joke, ”

(ouch 😐)

“No please Dabi just listen, ” you said.

“No, you listen, y/n. I can't be your fucking hero. I fucking kill people. That's my life youre just a delusional little girl who wants someone to save her. That's. Not. Me, ” he said.

“Please baby I just, ” you tried.

His fist hit the wall, and his other knocked over a vase as it shattered, “I told you to listen! I'm not here to save you. I could burn this whole fucking house to the ground with you in it if I wanted to. You shouldn't be around me y/n. I can't do anything right I'll just hurt you I can't keep you safe, ” he started to unravel.

“I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone; I just wanted to be a hero. I just wanted to help. But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't,” he broke, “please, please, I didn't mean it I just I love you, and I can't lose you. I'm sorry ill get you a new vase; I'll cook your favorite food. We can get that dumb cat you saw in the store anything y/n. I wanted to be a hero y/n I wanted to go to that dumb school and help people, but I can't. It's all ruined, ruined ruined ruined, ” he started to sob, sliding down to the floor.

“I just want it to stop. Please make it stop y/n it hurts everything hurts, ” he ran his hands over the burns and picked at the staples.

“Baby no, don't pick at them, ” you said pulling his hands away.

Was he an asshole? Yeah, yeah, he was. But he always had to get angry before he got sad. He was never taught how to express it. That wasn't any excuse, but he was never violent, and he always always regretted it. So you sat next to him, letting him sob and sob into your chest.

“Please let me make it up to you, ” Dabi begged, leaving sloppy kisses up and down your neck, “please I'm so sorry, let me make it all better y/n let me make you feel good, baby, look just stay here let me make it special, ” he said running upstairs.

Ten minutes later, he picked you up, carrying you up the stairs. He set you down, and you looked around. The room smelled like roses and it was warm from the candles that illuminated the room.

“Dabi, ” you whispered, “this, this is perfect, ”

You turned to him as he pulled his shirt over his head, giving you access to his chest and stomach. You ran your hands up and down his chest rubbing over his nipple gently. He groaned.

“No baby, lemme take care of you, ” he said, “I've got wine and everything; let's make a night out of it yeah?”

You grinned, “mmm yeah, red?”

“You know I hate white wine y/n, ” he said, “I want to ask you while youre sober, are you okay with all of this?”

“Yes, ” you kissed him and mumbled against his lips, “I'm very sure, ”

He opened the bottle, “open up, baby girl, ”

You opened your mouth and he held your chin, pouring the wine into your mouth.

“There we go, ” he said, taking a couple of swigs.

You pulled him to the bed, smiling. You drank some more wine together, getting needier.

“Please please please, ” you begged, “please I need it,”

He kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth. It tangled with yours, exploring your mouth as his pants got tighter. Your hands gripped his hair. You pulled harshly, causing him to groan. He pulled you into his lap, moving your crotch over his clothed erection. He moaned into your mouth as he moved your hips. He wasn't the only one moaning as his hands traveled up your shirt.

He groped your tits through your bra, still frantically moving against you. He moved to your back, rubbing slow circles onto it. His fingers were rough and calloused but so gentle, letting his nails graze your back from time to time, making you shiver. They moved up your back until they reached your bra, trying to take it off.

He pulled away, “this stupid fucking thing, can you turn around?”

You turned, “you want to get my shirt while youre at it?”

“Oh I would love to take off your shirt, ” he smirked.

His hands and the soft fabric brushed your stomach as Dabi lifted your shirt. Next, your chest was set free as your bra fell on the bed. Immediately his hands were on you, pinching and rubbing your nipples, still grinding against you. Your moans mixed, nearly harmonizing, and you were only half-naked. He helped you out of your pants, rubbing your clit through your panties.

You moaned, ”n-not fair you don't even have your pants off, ”

He chuckled, “you want my pants off?”

You nodded, reaching for the zipper. He stopped your hand, moving to stand in front of you, pulling his pants down and stepping out of them. You grabbed his bulge through his boxers, causing him to hiss. You could feel it throbbing and decided to show mercy by getting rid of his underwear. It bobbed briefly touching his stomach. You couldn't help but stare, the head was an angry red with precum oozing out of it.

“Are you fucking drooling?” he laughed.

“N-no, ” you said, still staring.

He moved closer, the tip nudging your lips. You opened them enough to wrap around the head and suck gently. You let your tongue press against the tip, licking up and down slowly. He moaned shamelessly.

“No, no, lemme do it, baby f-fuck, ” he groaned as you pulled away.

He laid you down on your back. He got on top of you.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he whispered, “I love you, ” before easing the first part of himself into you.

“I love you too- f-fuck Dabi, oh my god, ” you moaned, throwing your head back.

He grabbed your chin to make you look him in the eyes as he bottomed out inside of you. Your nails dug into his sides as you moaned for him to ‘just please fucking move Dabi.’ and move he did, thrusting in and out of you slowly. He left your faces a centimeter apart, foreheads still pressed together. He let you feel all of him; his piercing dragged over your soft walls, right over that perfect spot. Your back arched and closed the nonexistent space between you.

He sped up, unable to control himself. Your nails raked over his back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, ” he mumbled into your neck.

His thrust became sloppier as the pleasure built up inside of you. It filled you up until it burst, coaxing something close to a scream from you that Dabi muffled with his lips on yours. He left you panting and flushed. Begging him to slow down, but he was too busy chasing his own high as you chanted his name religiously. He cried out as his hips snapped against yours giving you so much pleasure it was nearly painful.

He began to make your favorite sounds. Whimpering and high-pitched whines escaped him. He was so sweet and needy when he was right on the edge, throwing his head back only to press it to yours again. He began to babble about how good it is, so wet, hot, tight, perfect for his cock. He came with a scream like moan as you felt hot liquid fill you. He was left panting and thrusting until he began to soften.

“Apology accepted, ” you whispered.

He chuckled, “thanks babe,”

You pulled him in for a kiss. After you pulled away, he pulled you to his chest. His arms were wrapped around you, covering everything the blanket couldn't, keeping you warm and protected. Dabi kissed your forehead and raked his fingers through your hair scratching your scalp with his nails. You hummed softly, running your fingers over his chest and stomach.

“Night y/n, I love you,”

You smiled and whispered, “i love you too Dabs, ”

#dabi my hero academia #mha dabi #dabi fanfic #dabi x y/n #dabi smut #dabi x you #dabi imagine #dabi #dabi angst #dabi fluff #mha angst #fluff #angst #smut

[jimlingss]

OH MY FREAK FRACKING GODLINESS NAMJOON X READER COLLEGE AU SLICE OF LIFE AU I DIDN'T KNOWWW VXGDKGDKHSGLCLHS I'M 👏 SO 👏 HYPED 👏 YOU DO NOT UNDERSTANDDDDD (or maybe you do idk) AHHH! JOONIE!! MY SWEET BABY CHILD!!! SO EXCITED!! I WANNA SCREAM ON THE ROOF TOPS AT THE VERY TIPPY TOP OF MY LUNGS I WANNA RUN 92 MILES SPREADING MY EXCITEMENT EVERYWHERE I GO I'M SO EXCITED I COULD KISS YOU AHHHHH YES FUCK 👏 ME 👏 UP 👏

actually I am suuuper excited too but there’s still some brainstorming left to do. It’s gonna take awhile though. I’ll probably start writing it Mid-September to Mid-October (since usually slice of life series take a bit over than a month) which means the story will be posted in November? - if my estimations are accurate. 

But I’m so happy you’re enthusiastic for it!

myjeansareonfire said:So many beautiful ideas from /such/ a /talented/ author. I just... Your writing inspires me. Your stories inspire me. You write so beautifully, depict things so vividly, and write angst in the most amazing heart wrenching way. The fluff you write makes me smile and it always brightens my day. (2/4)

You’re really too much *sobs*. Trust me, my writing is still far from the ideal. Lately I’ve been thinking about how flowery my descriptions can be (as a result, it could drag and be boring). I’d like to make my writing a bit more straightforward. There’s this saying..something about saying more in less words. (side story - every time I write essays in school they’re like I need to be more direct or cut down all of this hahahahhaa)

myjeansareonfire said:SCP helped me get lost in such a wonderful world of love, between family and friends, and the way you portrayed y/n, so strong, independent, determined, made me think of the person I wish i was, and am always striving to be. I was going through some difficult things with my family and my dad specifically when i first read that, and reading it always helped me unwind and relax in a world where even tho some things might be fucked up... (3/4)

I, too, love SCP. I had a beta reader for the first three chapters of SCP and she told me that the OC was very ‘intense’ and I laughed. She certainly has a very strong character and yes, she’s someone I also want to be.

And yeah my slice of life series are a complete opposite from my angst stories (with intricate storylines and plot twists). I keep my slice of life low from conflicts and keep it chill, just as a fun read. The problem I face with that is that slice of life can become pretty boring so what I have to do instead of drawing readers in through plot is relying on the relationship between the two main characters. I focus on the relationship and character development. One of the reasons I find FL&M and SCP remotely ‘good’ is because of the relationship (honestly though Yoongi and the OC’s relationship is my favourite one I wrote thus far). So I gotta think about how I’m going to make future slice of life relationships different and fresh.

I’m so happy that it helped you so much. It’s unexpected to say the least - something I spewed out on paper has helped you to that extent. I hope things are okay now for you.

myjeansareonfire said:Not everything is, and you can learn to make the most of it, and strive to be more. It just reminded me not to let myself get low enough, to the point where I wouldn't be able to get back up. It helped me try to focus on the good in my life, on the people i love, and it helped me move forward. Girl if you're making me feel this way, what you write must be fantastic!!! We'd be here all week if I wrote about all of your stories and how each of them has impacted me, (4/4)

but THE POINT IS (wow i got extremely off topic) you inspire me!!! To be a better me, to be a better writer! You're just amazing! And i love you! And you're writing! And i can't believe i'm crying right now and I'M JUST HAPPY YOU EXIST and anything that you write, i will be here, i will support you, that updates list has my hyped and i know you will blow me away with everything on it like you always do!!!! You're amazing! ;-; ❤ (5/lol bonus it was longer than i expected)

You’re absolutely right! I feel like it might be a cop-out to say ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’ (cause let’s be honest here, if you get hit by a car and don’t die, you’re probably not that strong at the moment) but honestly, no matter the trials you face, you gotta have hope for a better future and strive forward. 

I’m blushing DAMN man you are toooooo kind, way too kind. Really I’m just some kid on the internet, writing cheesy ass fluff or like sad angst. I’m not that special ahaha Still, I’m glad that I’ve inspired you so much. 

#you're very cute #thank you #you know I'm more thankful for my readers and especially those who send me messages and talk to me #I really really appreciate it #myjeansareonfire #Jimlings

[colorisbyshe]

hey so i just read your post about your creative writing prof, and i was wondering if you could share some of the rhetorical tools & writing cheats she taught you? i'm so in awe of your writing & debating skills and i'd love to know how you built them up! :)

As someone who eagerly threw out my notes the second I graduated, I don’t really have much concrete advise to offer because most of it I just sort of internalized and embodied without knowing like “oh, I’m doing this now.”  So, I can’t help that much because a lot of it has just sort of become my natural writing voice and idk how to explain it.

But, the things that stand out the most to me? Repetition, smooth transitions, and cultivating your own voice (by stealing other people’s voices and also by literally using your voice).

[This got, uhhh, long! So, here’s a read more--]

So, for the repetition thing--I mean that in two ways. The first way is just learn how to say whatever you want to say in at least three different ways because if it’s a nuanced topic, no matter how well you explain it the first way, someone is gonna misinterpret and you’re going to have to explain it it again. If it were a paper, you’d probably be mentioning the same point at least three times anyways--a subtle mention in the intro area (like foreshadowing), in the meat of of your text, and then bring on home in a conclusion. You don’t have to stick to a rigid format like that but like... if you want your points to stick and relate to each other, you can’t just ever bring them up once. And don’t ever just say the same shit--expound on it, make some references to it brief and concise. That way, people don’t realize your just repeating yourself. (This is a fast way to add at least 500 words to any essay.)

The other form of repetition is less about saying the same thing over and over and more about structuring your points in the same way. I go by the “rule of three.” I’ve talked about this before. For every point you make and even for a lot of sentences you make, employ the rule of three. This means listing three examples, using three adjectives/adverbs, and just... dividing your sentence into three bits like I did just here. The brain really likes how three feels, even when it doesn't realize it’s happening. Because it feels like building momentum without doing too much--it’s a way to add some staccato into your sentences and paragraphs and it also is a way to make sure you actually have the points to back up whatever the fuck you’re trying to say. It’s brief, it’s punchy, and it’s also really annoying whenever you pick up when someone is doing it. Lmao.

This repetition thing is actually a really good way to ease into smoother transition between points, paragraphs, whatever. I know in like the third grade or whatever, you learn to transition with sentence starters like “and then” or “secondly” or whatever but throw that shit out! The best way to transition between paragraphs point is to connect the last point from the last paragraph to the first point in the first paragraph, which is what I did here! I went from describing how useful repetition is in the last paragraph to mentioning how it’s useful for my next point as well. If I were discussing straight privilege and gay oppression; I might end a paragraph explaining why a certain group has straight privilege and start my next paragraph talking about how straight privilege hurts another group, even if the rest of the paragraph is about how we act against or or whatever. While having punchy writing is good within a paragraph, you don’t want your paragraphs to be disparate unless you’re going for a bullet point, brief point. But, as you can see, I don’t do brief.

Which leads quite well into my final point--cultivate your own voice. Write in a way that people can figure out that it’s you. Personality is like seasoning; sure, bland has its purposes, especially when it’s just a quick thing, but throw in flavor. I fluff up my writing with certain quips, swearing, and just over the top dramatic. I insert “likes” and “ummms” and unnecessary commas so my writing reads as if I were speaking to you. Obviously, different formats of writing will call for a different way of presenting your voice and that’s okay!

Just like it’s okay to cultivate your voice by using other people’s voices. While I can go on for DAYS about the dangers of being derivative, you still need to read, read, and READ and absorb other people’s styles. Death of the author means you can harvest their organs and build your own Frankenstein’s Monster (he’s a chill dude, I swear). The best writers are good readers. Learn different turns of phrases and colloquialisms. Make your language more universal and then trim it down until its more you-niversal. Take your favorite bits and hobble

And then... read it the fuck out loud. Join mock trial or a debate club or whatever else is there that requires public speaking. (Personally, I chose mock trial. Does it show?) Or, if that isn’t an option, read what you wrote outloud to yourself, your cat, your fucking drying paint. Just do it. Realize what sounds good and what sounds like you. Realize when maybe you’re overemphasizing rhythm and repetition and where maybe a point overstays its welcome.

Once you become a better reader and speaker, you become a better writer. And when you start to realize the quirks you rely on and what type of persuasion you rely on the most, you can use that to render apart other people’s writing. You begin to realize why they’re saying what they’re saying and how you can negate that.

Like? A lot of people on this website appeal to “pathos” (emotion; sympathy) as an underhanded form of manipulation. You can attempt to fight fire with fire and pull out your own sympathy cards. Or. Or! You can go for logos (logic, fact) and fight fire with water. Which is what I go for. You can mix and match. Bring in some ethos (appeal to authority, reputation; also known as name-dropping and referencing your own expertise) and mix it with something else. Let yourself be the local expert with a sob story who can still whop out the hard facts.

Just... keep at it and become the writer you need to be. Practice is the only way to craft yourself into a Writer With a Voice. Tweet about shit and see how much you can fit in one sentence. Learn to be concise. Spend twenty minutes every other day doing free writes and learn how to get all of your ideas onto paper. Edit the fuck out of those free writers; use them to structure an outline. Learn how to organize yourself.

I can’t teach you how to become a great writer in one post. But you can teach yourself, just by writing.

Maybe you’re a writer who does best when the finish with a final swinging beat--a memorable last sentence that sinks into your gut like a fist. Maybe you’re a writer who trails off and leaves the mind wondering... letting your readers drawn their own conclusions. Or maybe, just maybe you’re a writer who changes with every topic, shifting tones and voices like a siren song to whatever audience will have you.

To find that out, you can’t just rely on me. It’s a long fucking journey, one that I’m still embarking on. I can’t tell you about the final destination.

But maybe I’ll meet ya there.

#also i never edit my posts or read out loud anymore #so like?? #I'm not the best to reference #and idk why anyone would think i'm a good writer #but this is what i have #writing #Anonymous