#(Oh this was such a treat to read and respond to <333)

[yukikorogashi]

Oh, he's not late. Supreme Leaders of Evil are never late.

And what was even special about today—or yesterday? Nothing, right? Probably nothing; if it wasn't a day dedicated to him, then what was the point...?

So, yeah! For no particular reason and entirely coincidental that it was anywhere near a birthday (that again didn't even matter when it wasn't his), Kokichi trots up to the silly little girl, having made a very life-changing decision.

For her, that is.

"Heeeeey there, brat! I didn't know I'd find you here!" He did. That isn't important. "But this is awfully convenient—here." And with a flourish, the Supreme Leader bestows upon his faithful follower a checkered bandana of her own, folded neatly, almost ceremonial.

"I've decided." Kokichi waves the square of cloth once in a gesture of hurry up and take it, but his attention has wandered as if abruptly disinterested in the exchange. "It'd be somewhat of a shame if you were to die, so—! You should probably join my organization. Got it?"

❤️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITSUKI!!! (15th March) ❤️

GRRRR, WHY SHE OUGHTA ...

Unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the sound of that unmistakable voice, Itsuki would turn towards the boy in question. "There ya are! Ya missed breakfast, lunch AND dinner yesterday!"

Never mind the fact that he hadn't been around to celebrate the little get together their other classmates decided to put together for her. Because truth be told... it... it wasn't that important, not during a time like this.

A disapproving pout was quickly forming upon her features, as her hands rested themselves upon her hips in an exasperated manner. He truly was like the little big brother that she never wanted at times. One whom she could never stop being CONCERNED for, especially with how much more difficult he tended to make things, and everything that he would get up to all by his lonesome.

Booooy, she could lift ya with ONE ARM, that's just how thin you are, y'hear?

And while she had admittedly gotten fairly use to his SHENANIGANS by this point, one couldn't blame her for still having the urge to chase this boy around the fields themselves with her TRACTOR, when needed. Anyways, it was both a good exercise AND punishment for this here fella, especially when it would seem that he would surprisingly enjoy it at times. Viewing it like GAME OF CHASE, more than what had been mentioned earlier.

"BRAT-- l-look who's talkin'! Is that anyway ta talk to the gal that helps jar up them BUGS fer ya?" It was much too early for this, so don't you push your luck now, bro!

Still, after taking a deep breath and patting down ruffled feathers, Itsuki would remind herself just who it was she was dealing with. That this buttmunch spoke a different language, when compared to the rest of them. And so she would raise her brow at him, when he said in his own way-- that he had actually been looking for her.

"... Huh?"

Looking down towards the offered bandana, and back up to to that seemingly disinterested (Ahhh these abrupt shifts would always let on more than one would initially believe) look on his face... it would take her a second or two, as she started putting things together. Brows furrowing for just the briefest moment, before her expression would completely soften altogether... Slowly reaching out towards the neatly folded GIFT, and taking it into her own hands with considerable care.

Truth be told, celebrating your BIRTHDAY in at a time like this-- in a place like this-- certainly wasn't on anyone's wish list. But she was... LUCKY enough that the other ULTIMATES had even wanted to bother about this, in the first place. She was... really GRATEFUL, at the end of the day. Especially after all they have been through, especially... with so few of them left now...

Especially when the ULTIMATE SUPREME LEADER himself-- would bother to do a lil' something special, just for her. Once more, showing in his weird lil' way, that he really did care for her in return.

... I don't what you dyin' either, bro.

"Awww shucks, bro..." Thinking for a moment, Itsuki would decide that a simple thank you just wouldn't do (Even though she knew that her usual hugs might amusingly lead to a less than pleased response oughta him too... she will save that for later on). And so instead chose to humour him with a little curtsy, "Well, thank ya fer honorin' an' viewin' me as such a VALUED MEMBER to yer EEEEEVIL CAUSE~"

Hehe, did she say that right? She would even throw in a curtsy then, as she held the unexpected gift close to her heart.

"... Awraht, sure! Ahhhh guess ah could join yer organization... jus' so ah can make sure y'all are eatin' right, ehehe!"

She suppose that she could let him off from his exercise-punishment too, just for today.

@falsiliar ❤️���

#(AAAAAAAA SAMMYYYYYY) #(I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS ASK IM????) #(TYSM FOR SENDING THIS IN OMGGG))) #(GOD KOKICHI BRO I SWEAR B() #(Thank you thank you THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THIS! This is like a birthday gift TO ME tbh auehawuhe uwu) #(Oh this was such a treat to read and respond to <333) #❄️ KOKICHI OUMA ;; BE STILL and know that I’m HERE WITH YOU ;; FALSILIAR 💛 ❄️ #❄️ THE ULTIMATE FARMER ;; DANGANRONPA VERSE ❄️ #❄️ ASKS ❄️ #❄️ QUEUE ❄️

[under-the-dirt]

I came back for some Christmas stuff. How would the boys react if reader got this for them? (It's $700 at Kohls)

ok this one’s gonna b a bit dif but we’re doing 141 + könig (i don’t understand y ppl b bootyfaces and replace gazzypoo w könig!) lmaooo plus that dino is so fucking cute im in love omghgjgjejssj

pairing: tf141 + könig x gn!reader

tags: fluff!!!! <333 i intended this to be read as if ur dating them and living w them UNDER 13 DNI YOU WILL BE BOILED!!

When you saw the giant dinosaur stuffy at the store, (with a little santa hat!!!), you knew it’d be the perfect gift for your favorite boy!! So, naturally, you bought it and surprised him with it Christmas morning!!

-Price-

Oh how adorable you were. Surprising him with a massive dinosaur stuffed animal, with a little santa hat! You looked so excited, big, wide grin on your face as you sat beside him, stuffed animal beside you.

“And how much was this, sweetheart?” He asks, looking over at you with a smirk.

“You don’t ask how much a gift cost!!”

“Alright then. What should we name him?”

“Hm… John!!” You giggle.

“After me?”

“Of course!!” You squeal, laughing softly. “Do you like it?”

“I love anything from you, darling,” He responds, opening his arm for a hug, which you quickly oblige. Albeit not without tugging the dinosaur down between you both.

-Simon “Ghost” Riley-

”You like it, Sisi?” You giggle, looking up at him with excited, happy eyes.

He glances at you with a smirk and love in his eyes at your adorable, albeit shit-eating grin.

“A dinosaur?” He teases with a chuckle.

“Yes!!” You giggle, pushing it towards him.

“Don’t you think you have enough stuffed animals?”

“Noo!! It’s for you!” You whine, bouncing on the bed.

“You’re too cute, love,” He chuckles, pulling you in and kissing your forehead. You were truly adorable, how did he end up with such a sweet darling?

-John “Soap” Mactavish-

He had no doubt that waking up with you by his side was the best part of his day, but today you were already awake, sitting on your knees beside him with a giant grin on your face. Looking up, he saw a very large dinosaur stuffed animal with a santa hat.

“Oh, what’s this hen?” He coos, sitting up onto his elbows.

“It’s a dinosaur! For you!!”

“Oh, fer me?” He chuckles.

“Yup!” You giggle. God you were adorable. He couldn’t resist just pulling you in for a kiss. You giggled as you braced your hands on his bare chest to kiss him gently, before pulling up and pushing the dinosaur onto him and making smooching noises.

“Hmm.. I much prefer you,” Johnny chuckles, pulling you back to his chest.

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick-

He loved seeing you, his sweet girl, each morning. Today was a real treat, as you were already awake, a massive grin on your face as you sat next to a huge dinosaur plush with a santa hat.

“How cute,” He chuckles, sitting up with a smile. “For me?”

“Yup!!”

“Aww.. An’ what are we namin’ ‘im?” He asks with a warm smile, making you pause and think.

“Kyle!!” You giggle, crawling over to him and laying down in the crook of his arm. “You like it?”

“I love it, baby,” He smiles, gently kissing the top of your head. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

-König-

You were always so adorable, especially now so as you sat beside him with a large dinosaur plush, practically the size of you, and a massive grin on your sweet face.

“Ah, what is this, schatz?”

“A dino!! It’s a christmas gift for you!!”

“For me?”

“Yes!!”

“All cute like you, yes?” He teases, causing you to giggle and blush.

“Do you like it?”

“Very much, mein hase.” He smiles, pulling you to his larger body and kissing your head gently.

“Can I name him king, like you?” You ask sweetly, looking up at him.

“Of course,” He replies with a chuckle, causing you to giggle and smile warmly.

AHHHH this was sm fun!!! imagining them comforting me helps me feel better when everything hurts (istg i have the body of an old man on the inside) BUT anyway i hope you like it!! also, if anyone has any tips on how to write gaz, alejandro, rudy, kreuger, keegan, etc. please tell meeeeeee i wanted to add them (except for gaz i put him in there bc he’s in the task force) BUTTTT i have no idea how to write them

and another thing i love when ppl who speak other languages and have an accent r talking and they say “blah blah blah, yes?” HGAHAHSHSHHDHSH KISS ME anywya uwu ily ghostly

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #captain price #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap john mactavish #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x reader #john mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #mw2 #simon ghost riley #tf141 #kyle garrick #gaz garrick x reader #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #task force 141 x reader

[bookshelf-dust]

the hurt is good

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 4,252

warnings: swearing, anxiety, loneliness, a smidge of angst, karen wheeler and her goons as well as mentions of the way they treat billy, hurt, comfort

a/n: hi!!! alas, behold!! i’ve been working on this very slowly for like the past week. but i think i’m pretty proud of this part. thanks for sticking around to read each of these and for encouraging me to try something new. i really hope you enjoy this part. love you bunches!! <333

before you read, listen to: angeleyes by ABBA and/or tiny dancer by elton john

————

The bedsheets are cold everywhere that your body isn’t. Each time you that you rub your feet together you feel the chilly fabric and scramble back to the warm spot you’ve created.

You flip onto your side, reaching for the phone on your nightstand. You punch in a number. A number you think you might remember for the rest of your life.

You wipe your cheek as you maneuver to your back, receiver pressed to your ear.

You stare up at the ceiling, feeling the warmth of tears at your hairline from the change in position. You can’t get them to stop.

The phone’s barely rung before he picks up, and you notice that it’s one in the morning.

“Hello?” Billy’s voice sounds like he hasn’t used it in awhile.

“Hey. It’s me,” you say.

“Figured. No other dumbass would call my number at fucking dark-thirty.”

You can’t find it in you to laugh, though you feel in your chest that you would’ve if you weren’t so stuck.

“Were you sleeping?” you ask, though you know he wasn’t. Not with the speed at which he answered the phone.

“No. What’s the matter?” he inquires.

You sniffle, and Billy sits straight up on the other side of the line.

“Y/N?”

You take a shaky breath, steeling yourself.

“I miss you.”

Billy has to take the phone away from his ear for a second. He runs a hand down his face and blinks. Hard.

No one has ever said that to him.

I miss you. I miss you.

Composing himself, he responds. “Oh yeah?”

“Billy.” Your tone is stern, though not quite pleading.

“You wanna know somethin’?”

“Sure.”

“I miss you more,” he tells you.

“Please don’t make this a competition, Hargrove.” Now you speak a touch more pleadingly.

Billy laughs, and it makes you smile.

You wish you could see him. See the way his eyes squint when he chuckles, or the way he tosses his head back and cackles.

“So you just miss me? That’s all?” He changes the subject.

You stop for a second. No. That’s not all.

“Yeah,” you say, though it’s not very convincing—to you or to Billy.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You pause shortly before continuing. “I-I just wanted to hear your voice is all.”

Billy’s grin dissipates. Something’s wrong, and he can feel it. He goes to speak, but you beat him to it, perhaps sensing that he’d dig for more. You hadn’t meant to sound so sad.

“I’m gonna try and get some sleep, okay, Billy? Will you do the same for me, please?”

You ask because he’s told you he doesn’t sleep well a lot of time. And sometimes, when you look at him, you can see it.

The rings under his eyes. The way he holds himself.

Billy hates that you’re not telling him something. Something that’s made you call him in the middle of the night, something that he thinks has made you cry. He thinks that because he’s never heard that particular kind of sniffle before. You sound so tired.

He doesn’t want you to cry or to be upset. Billy Hargrove cares about you more than he’s ever cared about himself. He even finds that he wants to. For you.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try. But only if you promise you’re really going to rest.”

“I promise, Billy,” you say.

“Okay. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Billy.”

When you set the phone down, your tears have stopped, though you remain awake, staring at the wall, your thoughts enveloping you.

You really hadn’t meant for him to catch that you’re upset. You hadn’t even meant to call him. You just needed him a reminder that he was there.

Earlier, you’d been straitening up your room when you found yourself going through old boxes filled with pictures or badges or cards. And you’d found a couple of photographs with you and your old friends. Some with your small group of middle school friends, but also some with Nancy.

Suddenly you’d found yourself very overwhelmed. You felt fear wash over you like when you’re at the beach and you try and jump the waves but miss.

You’d been afraid that Billy might leave you like everyone else.

You don’t want him to leave you. You want him to stay.

————

“You know you can invite Billy over whenever you want, right?”

Your mother sits on the living room floor. She’s decided to alphabetize your VHS tape collection. You have no idea why.

You’re spread out on the couch, watching her. “Is this a trick?”

She turns to face you and smacks a hand to her chest. “What? No!”

The smirk she’s sporting says otherwise, and you give her a look that makes her relent. “I just feel like you’ve been really quiet lately. I can tell you’re anxious. And I see the way Billy helps that.”

She shakes your copy of The Sound of Music for you to see. She knows how you feel about Mr. von Trapp. You grin sweetly.

“And I see the way he looks at you. The way you look at him,” she says.

“Mom.”

“Honeybee, I’m serious,” she tells you, voice soft as ever. “I can tell that you feel safe with him. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

“I know.”

You’re quiet for a minute. You wonder if Billy’s busy today. You would like to see him, though you always want to see him.

“I’m gonna go call him, okay? Maybe he could come over this afternoon and stay for dinner?”

Your mother gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up as you stand, and you watch her eye Gene Kelly for a minute too long before you head for the phone.

————

Billy doesn’t have any plans today, he tells you.

“I was thinking we could hang around for awhile and you could eat with us? My mom said she might even make cookies.”

Billy’s laugh is gravelly and sends a shiver straight down your spine. “Cookies, huh? Yeah, alright.”

“So it’s the cookies that do it for you then?” you ask, feigning offense at his agreeing only after you mentioned treats.

“Should there be something else that sweetens the deal?” He’s teasing you now.

“You tell me.”

“I was thinking maybe this girl I’m talking to would be a good addition.”

“Oh?” You twist the phone cord around your hand.

“Yeah. She’s a real pain in my ass, but I kind of like her, so I keep her around.”

“She sounds nice, I guess.” You’re so glad he can’t see you.

Billy hums. “You guess? I think she’s pretty damn sweet herself. I guess I don’t even really need the cookies. She’s more than enough for me.”

————

Billy opens the car door and grins at the sight of you—especially since you’ve decided to sit in the backseat with him, leaving the passenger seat empty.

Your mother realized that she not only had nothing to cook for dinner, but also no supplies for cookies, so she decided you could just scoop Billy up, take him along to get groceries, and then drag him back home.

Billy couldn’t really believe the gesture. But even if it was odd, this entire premise of being part of someone’s plans or being cared for, he found himself enjoying it.

Your mother turns the radio up a little, allowing a buffer for the both of you to talk to one another, that way she can’t really hear you.

Billy looks you over. He’s still worried about you after that phone call. He notices your knee bouncing and reaches over, slipping his hand over it and tucking his fingers snugly underneath it.

The bouncing ceases. You put your hand on top of his, run your fingers over the lines and creases in his skin, the engravings on his ring.

“Is it the store?” he asks tentatively. He figures going out is what’s got you a little nervous.

You look at him and nod. He lifts his other hand, dragging the pad of his thumb along the slope of your nose, which you wrinkle in response.

He smiles at you. Each and every smile that he gives you feels like it’s special. Feels like it’s meant just for you.

You grab his hand, freeing it from over your knee so that you can hold it properly. When you’re successfully doing so, he gives it a squeeze.

Your mother pulls into the parking lot and you’re looking for spots, not paying attention to Billy.

You feel him raise your clasped hands, and then you feel the warm press of his mouth. You turn to him, though he’s already looking at you. He lets his lips rest against the back of your hand for a second longer, and then he releases you down so he can unbuckle himself.

You’re practically burning on the way into the store, despite the fact that there’s a chilly wind blowing every which way that should be preventing that.

Your mother grabs a cart and then digs around in her bag for the list she made. She rips it in two and gives one half to Billy. “I’m trusting you not to let her sneak unnecessary things into the basket.”

“How do you know I’m not going to do that?” Billy counters, eyes dancing around the little scrap of paper.

“Well it’s fine if you do. I’ll make a little corner for you to keep snacks.”

“Are you kidding me?” you start. Your mother winks at you, and walks off, pushing her cart away with her.

You go the other direction, snatching up a basket. “I can’t believe this,” he hears you mumble.

Billy laughs behind you. “Keep it up, Hargrove. Keep it up.” That only makes him laugh harder, and then he plants his forehead between your shoulder blades, his hands going to your sides.

“You’re just mad she likes me more,” he says into your back before righting himself.

“I’m not even allowed to have a ‘corner of snacks.’ You’re such a dick.”

You move away from him, but not before snatching the list so you can see what you’re supposed to be retrieving.

He takes it right back from you. “I’ll share with you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You grab hold of his bicep and he takes that as having earned your forgiveness, though it’s not for long, because you can’t actively reach for groceries whilst holding onto him.

He opens the fridge door while you grab milk, gets things from the top shelves that you can’t reach, picks out all the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies.

He doesn’t actually end up grabbing anything for himself; he can’t fathom letting your mother spend money on him like that.

You turn a corner, in search of your mom. You’re now holding the basket with both hands because it’s much too heavy, and you’d like empty it out into her cart.

She scoots into the other end of the aisle and you rush to her, relieving yourself of the groceries.

“She wouldn’t let me hold it,” Billy tells your mother.

“I have muscles,” you state, pretending like you’re not slightly out of breath.

You wander down a little ways in search of pretzels. Billy follows you a few seconds later, having paused to ask if your mom needed him to get anything else.

“Billy?” You hear him walk up behind you.

“Y/N?”

“Can you get those for me? The stick ones? Please?” You’re pointing upwards. Normally, you’d scale the shelf, but with him here that seems unnecessary.

“Sure.”

He stretches upwards, his shirt riding up, and you catch a small stretch of his stomach. You wonder what it feels like. Probably softer than his hands.

On the other end of the aisle, your mother looks back and forth between her list and the groceries in her cart, scratching things off as she goes. She’s nearly finished.

There’s a hubbub of voices from behind her, but she chooses to ignore it. It sounds like soccer moms. She’s never been one, and never wanted to be.

“Nicky!” A voice she recognizes snaps her out of her stupor, and she takes a deep breath, preparing herself.

Karen Wheeler. And from the sounds of it, a couple more moms from her group.

Nicky lost all claims to being in said group when you were in middle school. She couldn’t take the obsessive PTA meetings and activities that just made it look like these mothers actually cared about their children, when everyone knew they didn’t.

Nicky pushes her glasses up into her hair, caps her pen, and turns.

“Hi, Karen. Pamela. Tiff.” She makes eye contact with each of them in turn and offers a stiff smile.

“How are you? How’s Y/N?” Karen asks.

“I’m just fine.” Nicky’s head darts towards where you stand with Billy. She smiles at the two of you.

He’s got his fingers hooked in your belt loops, and you’re playing with the cuff of his sleeve, occasionally brushing your thumb against the skin of his wrist. You look happy.

“Y/N is doing just fine, too. Really well in school. I’m very proud of her.”

Nicky turns back to Karen, but her eyes are glued on you. More specifically, on Billy.

“Is that Billy Hargrove?” Karen seems to realize that sounds off, and covers. “His sister, Max, is friends with Mike.”

“Oh, I see,” Nicky says, appraising the looks on her and the other women’s faces. She doesn’t like the way they can’t seem to stop staring at Billy.

They’re looking him up and down, looking at him like he’s an object, like he’s this sex symbol.

Pamela turns to face Nicky. “Is he with her?”

“Would it matter if he was?” Nicky suddenly finds herself very angry and unwilling to put up with these women.

Pamela looks shocked, but it’s Tiff who pipes up. “I just thought that he’d be with someone more…mature. Y/N’s so quiet. So…anxious.”

Nicky tosses her pen in her bag. “What the hell is wrong with you? Billy is eighteen years old, and the three of you are looking at him like he’s good enough to eat. Last time I checked, you all had children the exact same age. If by mature you mean yourself, then shit! If you can’t see what’s wrong with that, then I don’t know what to tell you.”

Billy hears your mom raise her voice and holds onto your waist a little more firmly. You look up when he does.

“What gives you the right to assume you know what kind of relationship he wants to be in?” your mother continues. “He’s a fucking kid, Tiffany, and so is my daughter.”

“She might be quiet but there isn’t a damn thing wrong with that, and neither is there with being anxious. It’s clear to me that the three of you don’t know the first thing about what life is like for teenagers these days, even if you were one once. And I’m sorry that you’re so unhappy in your marriages that you think it’s okay to prey on Billy. Get a fucking divorce.”

Nicky grabs hold of her cart and pushes it towards the both of you, cocking her head to the side in a swift motion that tells you both to follow her.

“You two get everything?” she asks, continually walking.

“Yeah,” you tell her.

“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”

————

You notice, as you’re starting to help your mother make cookies, that Billy keeps pushing his hair out of his face. Having already secured yours away from any possible encounters with ingredients, you decide to help him.

“Come with me,” you say, wiggling your fingers in front of his. He grabs hold and let’s you lead him to your bathroom.

He thinks about the last time he was in here, about you cleaning him up.

You pull the cabinet open and get a scrunchie, stretching it over your fingers to show him. “This okay? I could tell it was buggin’ you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Billy blushes a little at the idea of you having your hands in his hair, and you pretend not to notice.

You reach up, gathering all of his hair at the base of his neck. It’s softer than you expected, though you can feel the product in it, and the little bit of frizz that’s fought back.

Your nail grazes his neck, just slightly, and it makes him shiver. You tie his hair up into a bun. There are a couple shorter pieces hanging out at the front, and you make him face you so that you can push them behind his ears.

You twist one curl around your finger and then tuck it away. You look into his blue eyes, and he’s staring at you like…no. He couldn’t feel that way, could he?

Though maybe he does. Maybe he’s got the same ache for you that you’ve got for him.

Before he can think too much about it, Billy cups the back of your head and leans in, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you,” he mumbles against your skin, and then he’s giving you another one.

His lips are warm and soft, and you feel the press of them long after he’s pulled back.

You can feel him rubbing his thumb against the back of your head, and you lean into his touch. “You’re welcome.” The smile you give him makes him feel like he might actually die.

When you’re back in the kitchen, your mother has already got a batch in the oven, but she’s set everything else out for the two of you to make one.

“I wanted there to be at least a couple edible ones,” she says.

You turn to Billy. “Are you hearing this? She doubts my skills.”

“I don’t blame her,” he says teasingly, looking at Nicky, who laughs sickly sweet.

“You know what? I’ve had enough of this.” You feign wiping tears from your face and go to stomp away, but Billy just grabs hold of you instead, gently pulling you towards the counter.

“Don’t go, I need you.”

Your mother takes that as her queue to give you two some time.

Nicky knows. She knows that Billy is falling in love with you, if he’s not already there.

She thinks you feel the same, but she also knows you.

————

Billy seems to have made himself quite comfortable where he sits cross legged against your headboard. He’s already eaten his share of cookies, but he’s glad to wait as you finish yours.

You’re sitting at the end of the bed, facing him. When you finish your cookies, you sit up and move towards him, reaching to set your napkin on your side table. When he sees you go to move back, he grabs hold of your hand.

“Sit up here with me.”

You comply, positioning yourself beside him, and when you’re sideways so that you can look at him, he pulls your legs into his lap, resting his hands on your calves.

He’s only quiet for a second before he speaks again. “Are we gonna talk about it?”

“About what?” You adjust the pillow behind your back.

“Y/N. You know what. You don’t just call me at one in the fucking morning, sounding like that, and then expect me to forget about it.”

“You could tell then I guess?”

“That you were crying? Yeah. You think I don’t pay attention to stuff like that?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, avoiding his eyes.

“Well I’ve been worried about you all day, and don’t say I didn’t need to be.”

Billy raises his voice just enough to be serious, though he’s not yelling. You can tell he’s a little frustrated with you though.

“Please talk to me. I opened up to you about my fucking dad, Y/N. You have to let me in.”

Your eyes well up, but you push those feelings down, pulling yourself away from Billy and sitting up on your knees. He looks upset at the loss of you splayed across him.

“I was having a rough night, and I freaked myself out,” you start.

“Billy, you’re the first friend I’ve had in a long time.” He nods, urging you on.

“I found all these old pictures, some with friends from middle school, but some with Nancy too.”

“Wheeler?”

“Wheeler,” you confirm. “When I was middle school, I had a couple of friends, and we would do everything together, you know? We’d plan out our futures, even if it was just talking about high school and dumb shit like that. But I always felt like the odd one out, you know? I was freaked out about high school. They weren’t. I was shy, I was wary. I didn’t want things to change.”

“But they did. And we got to high school, and I lost all of them. They all found their own groups, and I just didn’t. I did find Nancy, though. We were both in the library at the same time, and we just clicked? We got really close and I felt safe with her.”

“We knew everything about each other. I felt like her family was my family, that kind of thing. But then she met Barb, and then Steve,” here your voice breaks, and Billy fucking hates it.

“Nothing bad happened. We just started seeing each other less, and I’d call and she’d be busy. It got one-sided. Billy, it was like she forgot about me.”

He extends his hand, and you take it. Those tears you’d been fighting win, spilling over slowly and then all at once.

“And I’ve had a hard time getting over that, even if I tell my mom that I’m fine. Really, I’m not mad at Nancy. I just feel so…insignificant. It hurts, knowing I’m so easy to forget, Billy. And I saw all those pictures last night, and then I thought of you and I got so scared all of the sudden.”

“It’s like everyone I’ve ever let in has left me behind. And I’m scared you’re going to forget about me too. And I don’t think I’ll recover from that, Billy. Because I need you.”

You stop then, and a sob rips free from your throat, though Billy can tell you didn’t want it to. “I’m sorry.” You try to apologize for your state.

He sits up on his knees too, and pulls you into his arms. You bury your face in his neck and he lets you, because he knows exactly how you feel. He thinks about his mother for a second, but let’s that go.

Billy’s hands move steadily over your back, doing their best to soothe you. He carefully guides your face from his shoulder, ensuring you look at him.

“I’m not going to forget about you, Y/N. I fucking swear. I could never. You are not anywhere near insignificant, and you’re not anywhere damn near easy to forget.”

“I’m so sorry that all of happened to you, and I can’t explain any of it, because everyone’s got their own shit going on. But I can tell you that you didn’t deserve it. And I can tell you that I need you too. You make me want to stay in this shithole. You make me want to be better.”

“Yeah?” Your voice is quiet, and you look so young, so fragile. It’s killing him.

“Yeah.”

The both of you are quiet for awhile, sitting with each other, Billy waiting until your breathing has steadied, until he feels your hiccuping stop.

“Billy, if I ask my mom, and she says it’s okay, will you stay the night?” You grin as you ask.

He laughs at that, and you can feel the vibrations of it where your face is shoved into his chest. He remembers the joke he made about that one of the first times you hung out.

Shit, he thinks. He really needs to tell you.

“Yeah, I will.”

You hop up, rubbing your face dry, and then excitedly make for the door. You hold up your index finger. “I’ll be right back.”

He hears you patter to the living room, the mumbling of your and your mother’s voices.

When you return, you’re giddy.

“My mom said you can stay the night, Billy.”

He laughs so hard that he falls onto his back, the spring in your mattress making him bounce a little. He’s fucking cackling at you, and it only makes you do the same.

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That night, after Billy has made sure Neil and Susan will be gone awhile, after he’s sat and waited for Hopper to pick up Max and take her back to theirs to be with El, and then packed an overnight bag, he’s back in your room.

In your bed. With you.

“My bed is much warmer with you in it, I must say.”

Billy smiles at you, and even let’s you play with the pendant around his neck. “I’m glad,” he says. “Guess that means I’ll have to spend more time in it then.”

You turn your face into your pillow, and he chuckles.

“Come here, baby. Let me hold you.”

Baby.

You scoot closer to him, and he scoops you up in his arms.

“I’m never going to forget about you.” He says it into your hair, his breath warm on your scalp.

“I believe you.” Billy kisses your forehead again, and you feel safe. He feels like he could be your forever home.

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[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia in May (Part Sixteen) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15...

Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @belaballs @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax

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Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: drama, crying, blood, injury, death mention, dueling mention, gun violence mention, unconscious mention, head injury, and marriage mention.

[[A/N: This gif has been under my radar for a while girlies. Epitome of this Rick Grimes on god. Y'all wanted some of Rick's thoughts, I present to you this creatively framed chapter. Love this so much, ly guys <333. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

Because -if you were to believe your eyes- Mr. Grimes held to his chest a deadly still, what you assumed to be, Mr. Walsh.

"Oh my god," you spoke, rather displaced -voice shaking and hands just the same, "-Mr. Grimes."

He startled, blue eyes flickering to you -unexpected, frantically tracing your features in the candlelight, "Ms. Greene? What are you-"

"Oh my lord," your Father interrupted, gathered by your side -voice rather serious, "-Richard, is he...?"

"No," he pulled his eyes from you, following your father as he was ushered inside, "-no. He's just unconscious. I... I knocked 'im unconscious."

"Okay, okay," Father spoke rather seriously, directing him, "-place him on the couch, I need to check him over. Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Tend to Mr. Grimes's wounds, will ya?" he continued, "-I believe I taught you such things, yes?"

"You have," you answered -confident, "-well."

"Good," Father responded, before turning to the man, who now stood awkwardly by the couch -blue eyes kept dashing to him, "-Mr. Grimes, sit in the loveseat and allow her to care for you, please. I'm afraid I cannot tend to you both."

"'Course," he hummed -slowly, leaning into the chair, "-I trust her with my life, sir."

Lord, you were going to kill him.

"Do not speak of such things lightly," you criticized, leaning into his space -you scanned over his face, lit by your own candle now. (One of the ones scattered along the room for the evening.)

Just as you saw before he had a rather surface cut along his cheekbone -light but still enough to clean up, he seemed to breathe out a moment before responding.

"I apologize," he spoke -tired and perhaps a little off, "-I know not to treat such things as inconsequential to you."

"Good," you raised an eyebrow, slightly confused -this cut was not what you had expected, "-these. These wounds are not that of a gun. Did you not... Did you not duel?"

"It was intended," he spoke, rather breathlessly -eyes only portraying guilt, like he was asking for forgiveness, "-but I would not raise my gun."

"What? At a duel?"

He laughed, sort of airy -your eyes drifted to the wound on his head you tended to, "I found it to be ungentlemanly."

"That's ridiculous," you responded, quick with frustration, with anger "-what if he was to shoot you? What if he was to kill you with a shot?"

"He didn't," he spoke -almost as if he was reassuring you, "-I'm rather fortunate to know the man well enough that he wouldn't shoot me instantly."

"Instantly?" you countered, leaning back to match his eyes, "-Was he...?"

"Eventually, he held the gun up," Mr. Grimes recalled -eyes pulled from you and a sort of gloom held over the blue, "-I suppose I should've been scared, but I was close enough to move such a weapon to my advantage."

"You... You knocked him unconscious."

"Yes," he responded, eyes back on your own, reverent, "-I... Ever since you visited my estate, I couldn't... I couldn't think straight, I couldn't allow such a tiny thing to lose you."

Oh, you realized, such a heavy look -heavy with emotion, was for you. For you. He viewed you as divine as if you were the only being in his world.

"Mr. Grimes..."

"And upon arriving all I could think about was you and the children... I-" he seemed to center himself, before setting his gaze resolutely on yours, "-I could not do it. I could not... I couldn't lose you all. You must understand-"

"Mr. Grimes-"

"I did it for you," he continued, "-I took your word as a guide. You must know what such affections mean."

"Mr. Grimes, please," you breathed out, a slow cautious breath -betrayed by the tears in your eyes and the smile that ran across your lips, "-we will discuss such things later, yes? When you aren't bleeding?"

"Why?" he hummed, teasingly, "-Is such a settin' not romantic?"

"Mr. Grimes-" you retorted with a smile pulling at your lips -anxiety silenced for a mere second. It didn't last long.

"Alright," your Father interrupted, standing to his feet (from where he kneeled by the couch), "-I thoroughly believe Mr. Walsh to be stable. Such a wound will surely not be easy to deal with, but not impossible."

"So," you stood to attention at your Father's tone, "-he is to be alright?"

"For tonight," he addressed the room really, "-in the morning I shall bring him to the clinic. Early enough that maybe gossip won't arise, hopefully."

"Thank you, Dr. Greene," Mr. Grimes responded, a deep sorrow of noise of genuine emotion.

"My dear," your Father suddenly turned to you -pointedly, "-would you head to bed? I shall tend to his wounds myself from here."

You couldn't help yourself, "And he's alright then? He's not going to-"

"Ms. Greene," he soothed, "-I'm alright. Please, on my part, get some rest."

You merely shifted for a moment, eyes darting between the pair rather quickly. You weren't sure if you should believe them, but something tugged at your eyes -exhaustion, and you knew your father to be a terrific doctor. If there were any hands you'd trust to care for him, it would be his.

"Okay," you breathed out, "-okay, just. If something were to happen-"

"I would wake you up," Father spoke, thoughtfully, "-I know my track record is not one of good prospects, but I wish you to know I would tell you if things didn't stand well."

"Alright," you echoed out, slow and careful, "-thank you, Father. And Mr. Grimes-"

"Stay alive," he interrupted, eyes still heavy on your frame, "-I know, I will. I await the morning anxiously."

Something in you relaxed at his words, your shoulders slumping and your eyes rather heavy. Nightgown flowing in the space, you wiped at your eyes -much like a toddler would. You supposed suddenly you looked rather improper, perhaps maybe even childish. He had seen you in your nightgown-

"Goodnight," you spoke, rather rushed, and gathered yourself up the stairs -quick movements to hide the crimson rushing up your cheeks.

You suppose you hadn't really thought about just what they would talk about. And just how much it involved you.

"Dr. Greene," Mr. Grimes's voice echoed through the halls -you startled in your step, "-if you don't mind, there's something I'd like to discuss."

Father laughed, a sort of chuckle, despite the heavy sort of tension in your room, "Eager, are you not?"

"The most I believe I've ever been," Mr. Grimes spoke, earnestly.

You sunk to your feet against the wall -almost on instinct, and your heart bloomed in your chest. With a range of emotions bubbling, you felt suddenly rather speechless; you knew you should go to bed. It was rather rude to eavesdrop, you could practically hear the Headmistress now.

As if on cue, a door scraped open. You stilled as if the movement would showcase your improper behavior; instead, you realized it to be your room. Well, you and your sisters' room, you should clarify. On instinct, your hand flew to your mouth -shushing the figure cloaked in a rather eerie darkness.

Beth, you realized, as her figure was revealed in the swipe of a candle, blonde curls rather untamed but still even upon waking she remained beautiful. You could hardly speak for yourself.

She understood quickly, slinking to the wall beside you -her body warmth welcome in the rather thin nightgown you wore in the night. Beth gathered close to your side, whispering light and airy -barely a hiss along her lips.

"What's hap-"

Another voice interrupted her, one from downstairs: your Father.

"My apologies, Mr. Grimes," he spoke, "-such wounds will not be kind to clean. But, I await such a conversation eagerly."

"Your daughter," he responded, a sort of breathless tone, "-you must be well aware of my intentions. Despite... Despite everything."

"What of Mrs. Lori?" Father echoed, tone drawn rather seriously, "-You are technically married, are you not?"

Beth stilled by your side, bright blue eyes widening with a sort of shock you hadn't seen in some time, "Should you be listening to such a conversation?"

"I already am," you responded pointedly -you were sure she understood such a dilemma, "-and I'm not leaving now."

"Not..." Mr. Grimes echoed, "-Not technically. Upon her first departure, I fully intended to send her such paperwork. She merely didn't sign it. Until..."

"Until?"

"The day of her return, she..." he continued, rather in disbelief, "-she spoke to Ms. Greene, and asked me of my intentions with herself. She seemed as though if I had any, she was going to convince me otherwise."

Father seemed to pause for a moment, digesting, "She signed them then, after... after meeting her."

"'She loves you, you know,'" Mr. Grimes seemed to quote, before laughing in a sort of disbelief, "-and she told me of their conversation. And I... I was suddenly confronted with a life without her."

Your breath halted in your chest, tears gathering behind your eyes. Beth noticed, and in the dark, she intertwined her fingers with yours -leaning her head upon your shoulder.

"I..." Father sighed, "-I apologize for the confusion, it was a call I should've disputed. I just, it seemed the best for the time."

"I understand, Dr. Greene," he echoed, tone rather a happy sort of infliction, "-it's all much forgiven. I could 'ave no such problem with her family, and if Judith... if she was in such a situation, I'm not sure I'd act any different."

"So," your Father sighed, heavily as if a burden was lifted, "-you truly love her."

"Beyond comprehension," Mr. Grimes said -wistfully.

You wiped at your eyes, as Beth carefully squeezed your hand -despite that you heard such a sniffle on her part. She stood strong for you.

"And you wish to, what?" Father echoed, it was a tone you only heard when he spoke of work -serious and direct, "-Court her? Ask for her hand?"

Your breath slinked through your teeth, held in your chest like a balloon ready to pop. A sort of tension slinking over yourself, a wonderous sort of emotion bubbling in your throat, but you held it back -remaining silent.

"Both, eventually," he responded, "-but I find my courting has been entirely lacking as it stands, so I'd like to start there. If you wish me to."

Father was silent, and your heartbeats felt so loud that your ribcage shook -so loud that it felt that such a noise would give you away. Beth stilled herself, her head laid upon your shoulder entirely static, and her breaths suddenly regarded as indefinite.

"You must speak to the Headmistress in the morning, but-" Father tilted, a sort of mixed tone shaking with his words -bittersweet, "-I believe your intentions are pure, and I'd be happy to support my daughter's happiness... Which you so obviously are a part of."

"Dr. Greene-"

Your heartbeat was so frequent in your chest then, as a sob slipped from your lips, covered with your hand and lips upturned into a smile. Beth was in the same sort of boat, grabbing your hand tightly, blue eyes matching yours with a sort of spark that made your heart leap in a way of excitement.

"He wishes to marry me, truly," you echoed -light.

"Mr. Grimes, you have my permission," he reiterated, a little choked up, "-fully. I know fully well you're capable of giving her the happiness she so desires."

"He wants to marry me," you repeated, as a giggle slipped through your lips, "-to court me and wed me."

"You must promise, though," Father continued, "-such issues should be solved promptly now. I wish no longer to see her cry, especially at your own hand."

"I promise," Mr. Grimes responded, so devoted it was as if he was reciting a prayer, "-I promise."

Hands over your heart, you let out a long breath -flushed cheeks and heart beating out of your chest. Beth matched your composure, her blue eyes watery, and mouth covered by her hand.

Within the next few seconds, she wrapped you into a hug -warm and soft, just as she was, "Congratulations, sister."

Congratulations, indeed.

Even the scream of Headmistress, early the next morning upon seeing Mr. Grimes lying on her couch without explanation, couldn't bring your brain from the high it had reached.

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[jotatetsuken]

singing in the rain

features: dr. stephen strange x f! reader

type of writing: drabble

trope: colleagues to friends to lovers

warnings: reader’s insecure about her looks, doctor strange and christine still break up, reader and strange meet up after the events of infinity war and endgame, overall it's pretty fluffy

song: singing in the rain - gene kelly

inspiration: from the moodboard @burnthoneymint made for her 3k event <333

beta reading: @/burnthoneymint (thank you so so much 😭😭 especially for the moodboard, you make such beautiful ones ♥️♥️)

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number of words: 971

a/n: finally!!! this is my first marvel writeup, and this is especially after i watched the dr. strange and the multiverse of madness movie. i forgot what it was to crush on the actor until i saw him again hehe. i hope y'all like this <33, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated :D also, sil’s a fabulous author so go check out her works soon! (be mindful of the byf’s and dni’s)

He saw you stepping out of your house in a blue gown with (h/c) bun earrings and a silver necklace as Dr. Stephen Strange's car came up to you. As Stephen emerges from the vehicle, clad in a black suit, black trousers, a white shirt, and black shoes, his stare never leaves yours as you descend the stairs to the car, him being taken aback by your beauty. He approaches you with one hand which you hold, opens the door for you to sit in the car, and runs to his seat while maintaining eye contact with you. 

He remarked, “Dr. (L/N), you look stunning!” when he got into the car. 

You smile and respond meekly, “oh, really? Thank you,” while nervously tucking your hair behind your ears, your gaze fixed on the stereo. 

He smiles and drives you to your normal hangout spot. You reflect on how your relationship with him has evolved in an unusual way.

While you two initially were colleagues, you as a medical researcher and him as an arrogant neurosurgeon, he was very gentle towards you, having known of your previous relationships with people like him, who were selfish workaholics, and he didn't want to treat you the same way. However, his established relationship with Dr. Christine Palmer, who was extremely nice & kind to you, despite her knowing of your feelings for him, for the sake of keeping the friendship intact, moved you, so you let it slide. 

After his accident that caused him to lose control of his hands, and his attempts to restore them resulting in a breakup with Christine, you wanted to help him. So, you introduced him to Jonathan Pangborn, who'd gained miraculous healing, and encouraged Stephen to go to Kamar Taj, where he was cured. Strange, on the other hand, did not maintain in touch with you after being cured and studying the Magic of the Mystic Arts in order to keep you safe.

When you did meet him again years after he took up residence in the Sanctum Santorum and after “The Blip” occurred, in a coffee shop next to your apartment, you smiled at him, and to your surprise, he hugged you and spoke with you as if he didn’t just go to another country or another dimension or broke the laws of time for the sake of humanity. 

“(Y/N),” he puts his hand on yours while you two were sitting at the table, “I need to tell you something.” 

Nodding, you reply, “go ahead, Stephen.” 

Taking in a deep breath, he asks, “(Y/N), I don’t know if you know this, but I’m now a-” 

You put your hand forward and halt him, and say, “you’re now a superhero, is it?” 

Widening his eyes, he asks, “wait, how did you know?” 

You laugh and reply, “well, I saw you in the news on the streets of New York when you were fighting people,” then you shrug your shoulders and snap your fingers, “and the next thing you know, you’re taken away from the universe in a snap.” 

With his mouth gaped wide open, Stephen asked, “wait, did you go away too?” 

This time, you were shocked as you nodded in agreement. He then explained everything that happened and you somehow took it all in, responding calmly, “Stephen, I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that. I hope there’s something I can do to help.” 

Suddenly, an idea strikes your head, “wait, are you free on Saturday?”

He tilts his head to look at you in confusion, “what for?”

You then reply with excitement, “well, I’m presenting a paper that I finally published after everything that happened at this conference, so would it be okay if you could be my plus one?” 

He smiled, noticing that you were hinting at a distraction for him to be more involved with people, to which he nodded, saying, “okay, I’ll pick you up. Is that okay?” 

You nod, “it’s a date.”

A few hours later, as you two left the conference room, Stephen broke the silence between the two of you, stuttering, “Dr. (L/N), that was such a beautiful presentation!” 

As your eyebrows rise, you smirk, “were you talking about the presentation or about me?”

His hands were in his pockets and his eyes were pointed towards the door as he laughed, his smile turning into a frown. 

“Oh, damn it!” he cried, as he held your hand and ran outside.

“Stephen, where are-” you asked as you were dragged in his direction as the clanking of your heels reverberated down the corridors until you went out the door and saw that it was pouring down rain.

He exclaimed “Oh, for goodness' sake, now what?” while you laughed hysterically. 

As he furrowed his eyebrows at you, you run to the middle of the street to feel the raindrops patter against your skin. While you twirled around in the rain with your eyes closed, Stephen smiled at you and decided to join in. As he ran towards you and put his arms around your waist, jolting you out of your reverie, you focused your (e/c) orbs on his greenish-blue eyes, smiling at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, combing through his jet-black hair and a few gray strands that tangled with the ends. 

“You have such lovely eyes,” you say as you smile at him, while he strokes your cheeks and presses his lips against yours as he moves closer to you. 

As you two began to kiss hard, locking lips, you didn't care about how you were soaked in the rain. After several moments, you two released each other from the kiss, keeping your foreheads touching and eye contact intact. At this moment, your heart was quietly singing in the rain.

© Shyna 2022

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[alhaithamhabibi]

your post was beautiful, really fuelling the daydreams right now and i’m living for it.

anywho, i return with more bird feed for the brain. male!roxie who’s surprisingly good at praising his puppy (yeah, that’s readers official title now. or the occasional pup. and yes, reader does respond to it like it’s their name.)! when he’s feeling nice, he loves to pat your head and praise you gently. usually, the praises turn back to him, in someway.

“ it’s truly a miracle you’ve managed to stay by my side this long, most people can’t. i’m so proud”

male!roxie who enjoys reading when he’s feeling domestic for once in his life, and lets reader rest their head on his lap as he does so. it was.. scary, at first. puppy expected some kind of prank. totally expected him to pinch their cheek and do his condescending ‘ nuh uh ‘ as if they’re a real puppy, but no, he allowed it!! how odd..

male!roxie who hand feeds reader. hear me out. say you’re just giving beside him on a chill day, roxie will definitely pluck a grape from the bowl sitting on the little table and hold it up to your mouth, wholeheartedly expecting you to accept this oh so gracious offer of his and eat as much as he wants you to. (he’s the one who asked for the grapes in the first place.. weirdo )

oh and if you’re wondering, yes, that is his excuse to shove his fingers into your mouth. he likes watching you splutter in shock about it. yeah, he’s so mean.

aw, I'm so glad you love the post! <333 and omg yes nonnie, you're so creative!!

praises are just a must for our glorious male!roxana, after all! with his golden fair hair, his captivating ruby red eyes, and that a smile that cause women and men to fall for him, you have to consider yourself lucky he kept you next to him! and he reminds you ever so often of that. he's your master so obviously he expects you to compliment him whenever you're both together which is almost all the time. he'll only ever praise you if you've been a good puppy to him. and if you haven't been good to him, you could see a very cold side of him which he doesn't even acknowledge you. even to the point he treats you like an actual dog which is definitely what you don't want to experience.

typically, it would be you to hand feed him. does he bite your fingers every now and then? yes he does but if you're lucky enough, he would kiss where he bit you even though he was the reason why it hurts. but some days, he likes to feed you from his hand. yeah, he would shove his fingers down on your mouth whenever he wants to but on the more genuine moments shared between you both. he likes to watch you make the expressions when he personally hand feeds you. either you're shocked or must accept it as him being him, he also takes notes of what food you like and what you don't. he'd be a horrible master if didn't know his puppy's preference even if he teases them about it.

domestic moments are not the rarest moments but are not uncommon in the agriche mansion. after all, he is one of lante's top three children so work is necessary to do. but after a long day of work, he'll just crash into the bed, taking you along with him. whether you were cleaning up his room or reading a book, he won't care. after all, won't you put his needs first as you always do? and during one of the more overwhelming days of being an agriche, he let his head rest on your chest and listens to your heartbeat which keeps him grounded in reality. to him, you may be his puppy but you're also his saving grace. you keep him from going insane in this household yet at the same time, he would go berserk if you're harmed in any way. you can't leave him in this hellish household. he won't let you.

on the unrelated note, i just keep thinking of this one scenario! when the night the black agriche falls and male!roxana runs away, he'll take you with him and disappear into the night. whether you find a lovely cottage to settle in or a bustling city filled with opportunities, you'll find a new side of him that isn't overshadowed by the agriche name. he may still be your teasing master and you'll be his loyal puppy yet somehow you feel as if you can finally reach out to him and he'll meet you halfway.

#— meena answers #the way to protect the female lead's older brother

[whumpy-wyrms]

Hello hi! Just read the newest chapter and I am Insane

I saw the update and I was so excited I nearly dropped my phone, I was almost normal enough to read it when I saw the wing whump tag, the crowd went insane and it ended up taking nearly 15 minutes for me to start actually reading.

I am insane, your writing is so beautiful.

(This is just me reacting to the entire fic I'm sorry (no I'm not), you don't have to respond to this one)

Anton, the wet cat of a man, watching the trees for an hour each day and counting that as touching grass enough.

He deserves immortality, I think he should get it, he can be trusted yes.

Hjshjshsjsgsjhsjshjshj he's being accommodating with the lights and the textures my heart- (we stan the tisms supporting the tisms)

"But hey, it's for science!" My Absolute Beloved, Anton can do whatever he wants to do he deserves it.

When the when the when the when the autistic wet cats of men communication (Anton and Dew talking at any given time)

The flinch going to the table >>>>>>>

THE LYING ON THE FRONT >>>>>>>>>>>> OHOHOHO YES

GLOWING GREEN LIQUID IN A COMICALLY LARGE SYRINGE YESSSSSSSSSSSSDHSHSFFHSDHHSHKDJFHSHDSJJ i am so normal about this i swear

The descriptions are so beautiful and vivid, have I mentioned I love your writing?

The Cloth Gag Yes

I just had to put my phone down for a second at that line woa I'm not usually one for duct tape gags, but this may have changed my mind on that front

When the man is in Pain and the other man is sat Criss-Cross Apple Sauce

He is in pain for weeks oh my with only Anton for company oh my he is going as insane as I am

He is Breaking someone get him a plushie this is beautiful I am handing him a chicken plushie because he is

the wings The Wings THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

HE IS IN SO MUCH PAIN HE DESERVES A COOKIE

He is Breaking poor guy ohno

""I'm tired of being scared of you,"" I Am On My Knees Good Sir I Didn't Need My Heart Anyways It's Okay

I am holding him so gentle

A lil kiss on the forehead if he's okay with that

Hold lab birb gentle like hamburger

I am giving him a week's paid holiday somewhere maybe just home for a bit (oh wait that's the lab now isn't it :3 )

What's the Anton doin

A COOKIE

YEASSSS

THE BOI GOT ONE YIPPEE

I was going to say give Dew a weighted blanket but I guess he has one already huh

"maybe four weeks? Fuck, that was insane." I'LL TELL YOU WHO ELSE IS INSANE OVER THIS

"keeping Dew from moving an inch away from his captor?"

Damn that line. Someone fetch me my fainting couch. I must be dramatic and think of this line often.

Anton you're not the birb here why are you cooing

"excusing Dew's mention of his old life just this once" Dew should slip up :3 as a treat :333

Anton is but a silly guy. A harmless, silly guy.

He has never done anything wrong ever. I support Anton's rights and wrongs. But he has not done wrongs. He is so. He is a little guy, ur honour. He should be allowed to do whatever he wants in life.

Birb instincts *sounds of wait hold on wait I need a minute wait*

Dew's got wings now yay :3

Also his clone doing his own top surgery is even better.

Have a good 24 hours!!!! I'm going to go try to be a little less insane about this I swear (difficulty impossible)

Also I wrote the live react thing in a word doc and it ended up 661 words long! Sorry for so much!

AHHH KJDFGSJGF TYSM I LOVE GETTING ASKS LIKE THESE!!!

A CHICKEN PLUSHIE FOR DEW OMG im definitely gonna draw that now :))

Anton and Dew are both silly little guys living in our silly minds rent free

us when Anton does Anything: its okay he was just feeling silly :3

anyway i was giggling kicking my feet the whole time reading this,, these asks make me so happy :) its still such a surreal feeling having people react to my writing and ocs this way AHHHAJSKDGAKJ this means So Much to me you don’t understand. thanks so much again for the support it makes me so happy people like my writing and characters!!!!! :)

#ask #this makes me so happy #working on chapter 6 right now #and maybe a little comic based on it who knows #we can all be insane about my blorbos together #thanks again for reading :) #sorry it took a while to respond to this ksjdghjsf #im so happy my ocs can make someone else react this way #tllr ask

[ughgclden]

hehe it definitely is!!(:< i’m on my lunch at work and i was like “ope i need to respond to bee!” and now i’m about to read ur recent fics,,,im so excited ALSOOOO your new layout??? i’m in love!

and thank u so much sweet sweet bee<3 it’s just annoying that i’m bummed about it ya know? it was only two dates and he doesn’t owe me anything but…let a girl know ANYWAYS

OH NOOO SICKNESS AS STRUCK, how are you feeling? the one good thing about being sick is being able to sit in your comfort and feel sorry for urself (: AND cinnamon chocolate chip??? i have never had the pleasure of a cookie like that, it sounds scrumptious!! i love the silly little pics of the bakes, truly allows me to visualize and brings the whole story together hehe

STOP- gbbo is genuinely my fav show to exist, ur so right!! the drama! the theatre! the comfort! the humor! perfection in the form of a show

i hope you’re feeling better n taking care of urself as well! happy october third!! hope you’re feeling xtra comfy and autumn<3

mars!!!! eek i hope you like them omgosh!!!! and thank you omg— i realised i needed a halloween theme so here we are!!! but your theme?? so pretty omgosh. hopefully work is treating you well!!!

ugh you're so right</3 he doesn't deserve to even be in your mind, here's hoping you find someone ten times better smh

im feeling a little better today luckily!!! managed to drag myself out of bed and get to uni, but i'm still all fuzzy-brained. mentally im sending you a cinnamon choc chip cookie,, hopefully you're receiving it<333

and yes!!!! it needs more appreciation?! its so entertaining but so comforting? like yes i am stressing over the bakes going wrong but i also have never been more relaxed in my life? it has everything you could want in a show smh

happy october third to you mars!!!! hope the month is treating u well,, n you're feeling all autumnal and cosy<33

#becca answers! #mars<3

[elytrafemme]

thank you very much for all the updates mare... i don't mind your so-called ramblings at all by the way, i love to read them in fact, if anything i just apologize that i cannot effectively respond to them at all 😭 And thank you so much for the math homework luck i. already forgot i made that one post about it. i am so sorry you saw that 😭😭WDJDIODSIDHFSDI I didn't.. finish it either... but that's ok WE'RE FINE!!!!! IT'LL ALL BE FINE 💪🔥💯

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?? YOU KNOW WHAT MY SCHOOL/GRADE DID A FUCKIN. SENIOR SUNRISE TOO!!! a couple weeks ago! And i. was. completely asleep during it. because... i didn't know... that it was happening .. Well it's ok there are other senior events (like my school does SENIOR HALLOWEEN where us seniors can wear our costumes to school and yeah my costume isn't decided yet but still i'm SO EXCITED!!!!!) so idrc but i'm glad you had a good experience with your senior sunrise, yours sounded really lovely :']

and just for future reference, if you ever do have some music you're super into, ever, i'd still be TOTALLY open to recs!! honestly idrk if i'm one of those people who Like All Genres of music but especially if you're really passionate about a tune i'd love to listen to it, hell i probably would like it too then... though thank you For the death metal wishes they HAVE been treating me good. <3 So awesome. and i am happy so thank you for that as well :'D

PLS DON'T APOLOGIZE EITHER POINTS GUN AT U , listen to me. rattles you like a maraca. you respond to as much as you (1) can (2) feel like , do not tire urself out i will wait for u!!! even if you reply to my ask in like 3 weeks from now u know what. i am still going to read it and cherish it just the same <333

NO WORRIES I will probably be in similar state of desolation when i have to do my multivariable calculus hw this shit is so hard i swearrr 😭

NOT ME LAUGHING WHEN I READ "I WAS ASLEEP DURING IT" CALLI ASDFKJHKJDSF YOU KNOW WHAT. that is fair of you The reason i was awake was bc i have to take a class an hour before schol starts daily except they swapped it w the senior sunrise SO I WAS ALREADY AWAKE! WIN :D but oh my God senior halloween sounds so fun if u want to pls feel free to update me on ur costumes , i think im doing my halloween costume still w aforementioned ex (srry she keeps coming up Not this) where im dressing as veronica from heathers. I have no clothes she would ever wear and cant do makeup #Slay

:DDD if i have tunes i think u will like i will LET U KNOW!!!!! i will do thinking on it <3 im happy ur happy and im also happy so this is a win for all of us in society here on this fine october 3rd. <3

#nightmare.ask #calli tag <3

[bootlegfrank]

Hey if you’re sick you can always wait to respond!! There’s no rush honey I’m not going anywhere❤️respond when you feel better. Your health and wellbeing comes first and I want you to be taking care of yourself. I wish I could be there to help you take care of yourself, you deserve that:(( I really hope you feel better soon you sound really sick:( you poor thing you need to be taken care of ugh the things I would do to get to be there:’((( I wish you weren’t alone too it makes me so sad you there I wanna be there with you. I know I’m not there physically but if there’s anything you need or want just say the word❤️ I also haven’t been sleeping either I swear we always sync up with this shit. A favorite way of cuddling hehe oooooo being spooned on my side with the other person having their arms around me:] I also really like to lay my head on the other person’s chest

Not you also loving art history oh god it’s over for me AKAKWJWJSJDJDJDJ if I wasn’t down bad before I’m really in it now. I’ve always loved art but I fell in love with art history when I took a class on it. HEH IM REALLY GLAD YOU LOVE MUSEUMS TOO OMG YOURE GOING TO THE VAN GOGH ONE PLS PLS PLS POST PICS OH MY GOD. I went to an immersive Van Gogh exhibit in 2022 and…fuck it was one of the most beautiful installations I’ve ever seen. The way they brought his art to life it was so beautiful I wish I could live in there god I would’ve loved to go to that with you. I LOVE KEITH HARING OOOOOOOOO THATS SO AWESOME WHAT!!!!! Tell me all about them (when you go ofc)!!!!!! I LOVE THAT YOUR CLASSROOM HAD THE PRINT I knew you would like it AHHHHHHH YES<33333 it’s very you coded. Do you have a favorite painting or work of art???? AH ROTHKO! I’ve seen some of his in person before:) Dali used to be an og fave as a teenager I really liked surrealism Haha and I was at this museum and they had my fave of his and I had NO FUCKING CLUE so I saw it and I was so shocked and in awe and I wish I could’ve stared at it all day but I didn’t wanna annoy who I was there with. There I actually got to see a lot of really cool shit I wish I could go back. Got to see some magritte and Picasso and Matisse and Gauguin and Monet and Klimt and O’Keefe and Cezanne even a Van Gogh:’))) Dadaism was never my favorite personally but I still think it’s cool and generally appreciate all styles of art:) huge proponent of that actually. I’ll defend abstract art until I die it gets so much hate. I’m not sure if I actually have an ultimate favorite style maybe Impressionism? Love it a lot a lot SHOCKED YOU HAVENT HEARD OF THAT MUSEUM THE WAY YOU’RE THERE AND HAVENT AKQKQJWJEJ PLEASE thats even funnier I’m shocked I found it

I’m one of those people with sticker anxiety D: I always want to make sure they’re in a worthy spot and nothing is ever deemed worthy for them:( THE SHIRTS SOUND SO COOL!!!!!! Well you like ribs so you should definitely do something with that;) definitely a spine related thing too. I’m also a sucker for anatomical hearts I love them a lot<333 make one of those and think about me whenever you wear it hehe I actually got a necklace from the festival (from a different vendor) that was an anatomical heart and it has a few red beads that come down which remind me of blood heh

Awwweeeee imagining you trying all hard to stay calm that’s precious<3333333 I would have such a fun time driving you insane over me hehe OOOO you’d treat me well after huh? ALAKSJDJDHDHDH stop I’d fold so fast even just reading that I’m like !!!!!!!!!!! Like yup okay I’m willing to do anything. I’m glad you’d also do a lot for me too;)

You're the sweetest, cutie. I wish you were here to take care of me too <3 I'm still sick, albeit a little less, but I went to Emo Night yesterday with my friends. I got stupidly drunk and sprained my ankle in the mosh pit, so now I'm confined to my bed with my leg on a pile of plushies with an ice pack tied to it -_- I'm not looking forward to having to go to class with this... I hope you'll be able to sleep better soon, you deserve to be well-rested <3 Ohh those are both such cute positions, I always sleep hugging a plushie but I bet you're much better to hold than my IKEA dog <3

I took art in secondary school so art history (including architecture) was mandatory and I loved it, it really changes how you consume media and look at art, and I definitely feel it made me a better artist :] Yesss I'll post photos of the museums I'm going to! Maybe I'll remember to take my camcorder and I'll take some 2005-vibing pictures hehe. Oh man that sounds so cool, getting to see your favourite painting without even knowing you were going to! I think it would be so fun to go to a museum with you, walk around and point out what we see in the paintings <3 I don't know if I have a favourite, there's so many movements that I love; Jugendstil, Impressionism, (Abstract) Expressionism, Cubism, 'De Stijl'(=Neoplasticism), I don't think there's any art I actively hate. I love abstract works that make people angry, I love detailed oil paintings that take years to make, I love old Greek and Roman art and modern interpretations of them, I love Theo Jansen's 'strandbeesten', I just love art haha. Nothing makes me happier than being able to walk around a city and accurately determine when the houses were put up simply by the style of architecture they're in hehe.

Ohhh I feel that with stickers haha, everything feels so permanent! Fun fact, I actually have a zip-up that I bleached a spine onto the back of! I couldn't find any photos so I'll take some in a couple of days when moving around is easier hehe. I did however find pictures of the time I dissected a heart in biology class, do you want to see those? I think it was a sheep's heart. I definitely want to do an anatomical heart, I am so gonna do that sometime when I have time (and I'll make sure to think of you every time I wear it cutie <3). That necklace sounds soooo pretty!

Oh baby it'd be so hard for me to stay calm, you'd be pushing me to my limits <3 It's so cute how you're willing to do so much for me <3 Lucky for you that I have your best interest in mind, hm ;) I'd love to ask you to do something insane for me and watch you struggle internally, wanting to say yes to me but your instincts needing to protect you, it'd be so cute torturing you just a little bit <3 Hehe yeah you've got me wrapped around your finger, cutie <3

#im also cooovered in bruises its real bad haha #i hope youre doing good cutie are you excited for halloween? i know i am already haha even tho it doesnt get celebrated here #asks

[frogtanii]

but... why?

akaashi sighed as he put down his phone, his eyes trailing over the numerous bags and suitcases meiko had brought on the trip.

it wasn’t like he didn’t want to hear bokuto’s answer but... he knew it would be something so sweet and wholesome that another wave of intense guilt would overtake him.

keiji, despite what he seemed to portray, wasn’t an idiot. he knew he was neglecting his closest and oldest friend and he knew it was affecting the both of them. he couldn’t remember the last late night mcdonald’s cheat meal he’d gone on with bokuto or the last time bokuto had pestered him about the book he was currently immersed in.

instead, his days were primarily occupied with meiko and attempting to read books that he was meant to do reviews on for his channel. as of late, it was much more of the former, his lover (??) basically forcing him to spend time with her.

ok, so she wasn’t exactly forcing him but there were times where he wished meiko cared enough to accept that he didn’t always want to watch the bachelor (the lowest form of entertainment in his opinion) and talk shit about certain people in the house. sometimes, he just wanted to lie down in bed with a large mug of hot chocolate, a good poetry book and maybe, just maybe, the woman he loved pressed against his side allowing him to read to her.

once, akaashi had brought up his desires to meiko. she’d laughed (physically laughed!!!) in his face and told him that “if she wanted to listen to a boring man read a boring book, she’d just buy an audiobook of the bible.”

not once did he express his feelings to her again.

he realized the relationship he had with meiko wasn’t the healthiest, especially since he had the room next to iwaizumi’s and heard every single noise she made when he was with him.

keiji’s therapist (a dr kanemoto — he’d been seeing him since he was 11 for his test anxiety ((his parents had always been overly prepared))) had advised against entering this content house in the first place.

apparently, with his introverted tendencies and the resurgence of his anxiety, it wasn’t the smartest of decisions to move into a home with so many high energy, semi-problematic, super famous creators.

but by the time he figured that out, he’d already signed the contract and promised bokuto that he would follow through. it didn’t help that meiko was in his other ear, practically begging him to come.

so akaashi did.

and now here he was; sitting in his girlfriend(?)’s room, surrounded by her things while dreading a conversation with his best friend.

when did everything go so wrong?

a knock sounded at meiko’s door, making keiji jump a little at the sound. he could feel his heart begin to beat erratically, his palms starting to sweat, and his stomach tightening as he made his way to the door.

when did he get anxious at the thought of bokuto????

taking a final deep breath in, akaashi opened the door only to be met immediately with... a hug.

bokuto’s muscular arms wrapped around keiji’s shoulders, the taller man squeezing him tightly — not too tight but enough that akaashi could feel himself melt into his friend’s hold.

keiji hesitantly lifted his arms to reciprocate the hug, a large sigh leaving kotarou’s body.

“missed you,” bokuto whispered, so quiet akaashi almost didn’t catch it. the short phrase was so full with emotion that his eyes welled up with tears, his vision behind his glasses becoming blurry.

“i... i missed you too bokuto-san,” keiji finally responded, his voice thick with regret. the silver haired man didn’t respond, instead choosing to hold him tighter.

they stood there for what felt like hours but in actuality was actually closer to 2 minutes, just basking in one another’s presence for the first time in months.

they probably would’ve stayed that way too if it weren’t for kuroo awkwardly clearing his throat at the door. akaashi quickly removed himself from bokuto, missing the hurt look on his friend’s face entirely as he awkwardly waved hello to the small calvary standing outside meiko’s room.

“sorry to interrupt,” sakusa began, shifting uncomfortably at the entrance. “but we are here to help.” the rest of the group nodded in agreement and with keiji’s subtle nod of approval, they all dispersed into the room, collecting meiko’s stuff and throwing them (quite literally, in kenma’s case) into her bags.

bokuto shot akaashi a small smile before joining atsumu on the far end of the room, who was working on meiko’s hair products. it was nice to see him getting along with others and making friends but it was... bittersweet.

somehow, keiji felt like... he wasn’t a part of bokuto’s life anymore — like he was an outsider just looking in.

“he’s changed, hasn’t he?” a soft voice came from beside him, temporarily startling him until he saw who was speaking to him — you.

you weren’t looking at akaashi, your eyes entirely focused on bokuto who was now enthusiastically conversing with sakusa about various skin care products, waving about meiko’s as an example.

“bokuto is kind and he’s funny and he cares... he cares so much,” you continued, in the same soft, kind voice. “he cares about you—” keiji’s breath hitched in his throat, “and while at the moment i can’t understand why, i trust him.”

finally, you looked up at him, your gaze taking him completely off guard. “don’t hurt him, okay?” and with that, you walked off, moving to join kenma and kuroo, playfully ruffling kenma’s hair as a greeting while gently hip bumping kuroo.

akaashi couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes again but this time because of pride — pride that his best friend had a people who saw him for who he was and not just some empty headed himbo. instead they, no you, saw bokuto as intelligent, observant and oh so sympathetic.

he watched as bokuto approached you, wrapping his massive arms around your waist and pressing his nose into your hair, laughing softly at your giggles.

if you saw something in kotarou that no one else did, if you treated him with the respect and kindness that he so deserved, then maybe, just maybe, you deserved that kindness too.

and if keiji could try for anyone, he could do it for bokuto.

℗ poker face

try, for him

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[minkmousesworld]

Aww thank you ;;; Also don't worry, I didn't think it was like my job or something. I just felt a Lil bad that I suddenly vanished without saying anything ;;;

I made these thoughts spam for you and other anons to enjoy and get inspired <333 so please use them freely and however you wanna write it! <33 I'll always love what you read no matter what it is! ;;;

Beside if this was my job, well I'll love it cause I'll spam every content of dragons and kitsunes- >:00 trry meee hehehe

Omg, Kitsune Tanjiro being so jealous at the thought of Reader mated someone else?? 👀 Sljsksks sign me up!! Ooo, Reader quakes at the breeding lovely fox Tanjiro. (Dark content warning ?)

Oh no, what if that mate returns?? Ooohhh, Tanjiro gets so possessive and huffy. He wants to prove he's a better mate than them, hehe and he will prove to the pups/eggs that he's a better husband! <33

Maybe Tanjiro shouldn't take advantage of the heat/rut but he cannot let go! The scent, the images of having a perfect family, how well dragon/kitsune Reader treats them as family <33 this other mate has to go! They're ruining their family! :((

- kitsune anon

It's okay, tsu, don't worry, I do it a lot /hj

sorry, darling, I have nothing to pay you with, but one day, when our company gets big enough, I'll think about your salary </3

cw interspecies relationship, mention of male pregnancy, mention of cheating (?), breeding implied; mention of dub-con + mating season (after line)

Awwe, Tanjirou is so bitter about the thought that these children could not just be your babies, but born from someone else, and the very thought of this makes him jealous and pointlessly offended by anyone... Look, they even consider him their parent, as if he gave birth to them!

Isn't he, isn't he good enough? And he doesn't want to sound stupid or desperate, but isn't he good enough to be your partner and parent of your cubs, perhaps not only current, but also future ones? He was the eldest child and his children will be healthy — and he will take care of you and the family you will create!

A small cozy nest where all the cubs will be together with you and him, snuggling and looking for warmth and protection, purring sweetly or yapping sleepily... doesn't that sound perfect?

And he knows that you are getting closer, and even if at first you could think that Tanjirou is 'just a cute kitsune', now you can't deny that he has a lot of good qualities and he looks at you with puppy eyes, wagging his tail if you come back from somewhere, faithfully greeting you with a gentle smile and a sweet “welcome home!”.

And even if you don't pay attention (it doesn't matter if you don't pay attention on purpose or not), but even if he behaves just like a family, realizing that he shouldn't push you, Tanjirou still unconsciously tries to get closer to you, snuggle up to you and let you snuggle up to him; in the end, even his possessive, greedily entwining tails become something natural, like his warmth next to you. And you don't really sleep like a 'couple', but he quietly and imperceptibly penetrates deeper into your life than an 'ordinary friend' — even for your cubs.

He becomes so jealous and greedy, even if he doesn't want to, because it's wrong — he shouldn't behave and feel like that! This is your 'partner", probably the parent of your babies — but your precious babies do not respond to them, having got used to the gentle and caring kitsune. They have spent so much time with Tanjirou that they don't even recognize your mate as their 'parent', believing that you and Tanjirou are their parents. And they react jealously if someone else's scent is on you, because they feel that Tanjirou is upset about it...

Why are you hurting him? You have to stop hurting him! Stop it immediately! Dad's / Mom's in pain. Why are you acting like this? Remove them immediately!

If they can scream and squeak, they will; their family is collapsing because you brought a stranger into the house, and you can't explain to them why for such a long time they were so tenderly and lovingly cared for not by their parent, but by kitsune, who just gave you temporary housing.

And you understand that the cubs are too stubborn, and you hope that they will become softer to your partner, but they become even more aggressive and irritated, trying to drive them away.

If you are a kitsune, then they definitely stand on four paws and hiss, raising their tails to scare your partner, or bite them when they pull their hands to at least one of the puppies, hastily climbing onto Tanjirou's lap or yours, waiting for affection so that they can relax after such a tense encounter with an outsider.

If they are still in the egg, then you feel how bad they are next to a partner, and you cannot give them cubs, because you know that your partner is not coping; but the little dragons almost bloom in Tanjirou's hands, again giving you peace and tranquility.

And Tanjirou doesn't want to encourage them, but they feel that he relaxes when a stranger is not with you, and from that they feel that they have to drive the stranger away, that their family was together! It used to be better, right? The stranger only interfered! They have to leave!

And Tanjirou is so ashamed that he agrees with them — they should leave, but you and the cubs should stay. You're family, right? He will help you get through the breakup, and you don't have to become his partner, of course, but it would be good if you decided to get engaged to him and take him as your... husband.

Just thinking out loud!

But the cubs agree with him.

Tanjirou, who breaks the rules and comes to you when you are in heat; although he thought that you would be sleeping now, but you, fortunately or unfortunately, were awake, so this was the first time you bred him until it seemed to you that enough for the first time, his body will not be able to withstand even more at one time, even if he begs you to continue while his body is shaking,,,,,

#.spicy♡ #🐹.cute mouse #🐹.kitsune anon♡ #🍑.tanjirou kamado #🌰.kitsune reader #🌰.dragon reader #🌰.parent reader #🌰.interspecies relationship #🌰.male pregnancy #🌰.cheating #gender neutral reader

[willwriteforhugs]

the most beautiful girl i’ve ever known- jung hoseok

boyfriend! hobi x chubby! reader- one shot !

word count: 2.3k

genre: angst

synopsis: you’ve always struggled with confidence- it’s simply part of who you are. always the chubby student in the class, always the one wearing pants instead of a mini skirt. as an adult, you tried to make peace with it, but after a horrible run in with your coworker, you feel like you just can’t do it anymore- at least, until your boyfriend takes things into his own hands. hoseok’s determined to get you to realize your own beauty, and he’ll do anything for that to happen.

warnings: body-shaming, work harassment, swearing, minor arguing

a/n: wow, first bts fic, here we go...

this fic was requested by a sweet anon- and if they’re reading this, i hope i did the request justice! i think i did well, though i tried to treat the topic with love and respect.

i hope everyone enjoys <333

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your apartment building’s elevator makes a polite dinging noise as the doors slide smoothly shut- and for the second time since they opened, you thank god the small space is empty. 

elevators are generally silent places, but now the box is filled with the sound of your rushed, uneven breathing. you rotate so your back is pressed into the corner of the moving elevator, pressing a hand to your face. hot, silent tears stream down your cheeks. your thoughts are a jumbled mess: 

god, how embarrassing. crying in a public elevator. anyone could walk in right now. 

you try to take a stabilizing breath- but you quickly realize the attempt was in vain. your inhale causes you to hiccup and choke, making you cry even harder. you bury your face in your hands, wondering what you’d done to deserve this. 

‘why this body? why?’ you think to yourself. it was a thought that came all too quickly, and one you were familiar with.

you don’t think you were ugly, not necessarily- but you certainly don’t think you were desirable, either. being overweight had always had that effect- not complete hopelessness, but a serious lack of overall confidence. and it’s not like you can help it- you try your best to stay healthy, but genetics do what genetics do. so you are overweight. some days, that fact it didn’t bug you- but today was not one of those days.

in the moment, you feel yourself reach up down and clutch at your own arms, squeezing the soft flesh. you groan quietly, unwillingly reliving what had caused this spiral in the first place.

one hour ago:

you had begun the day in a positive mood, really- but that had all gone to shit once the work day began. 

you had a new coworker- mr. lee. he wasn’t your superior, but he liked to be called by his surname, apparently. he’d been hired on a whim two weeks ago, when the company lost the long time employee that previously held mr. lee’s position. 

the man, though being probably a decade your senior, had a childlike way of going about the work day. he laughed at things that weren’t funny, and tried to make conversation even when you had your earbuds in.

you hated him, naturally. 

he was just too much. over-caffeinated, controlling, and immature- basically everything you despised in a peer.

however- or up until today, at least- you’d been able to tolerate him. but while you were on lunch break, mr. lee drew the last straw with you.

he’d walked into the breakroom, already making too much noise. he was humming, and tapping his foot, and running the microwave, all at the same time. and, unfortunately, you were the only other person in the room- so he made a beeline straight for you. 

“afternoon, peach!” he’d said. you hated the nickname, and had no idea of its origins.

“hi,” you grumbled, staring down at your food.

“i didn’t see you come in this morning.”

you made a noncommittal noise. “got here early.”

“right.” the man replied. 

a beat passed, and the two of you settled into a stiff silence, only disrupted by the sound of your eating.

and finally, the vulture had a point of interest.

“you really gonna eat all that?” he’d said, looking pointedly down at your meal.

you’d frowned at the comment, and dodged the question. “why do you ask?” you’d replied.

“well, you know. didn’t think a girl like you would need all of that, right?”

you set your fork down, trying to keep your breathing even. before you had been able to come up with an answer, though, he’d continued:

“i mean, you should be trying to lose weight.” he leaned into the word ‘lose’, as if speaking to a child. 

you remember your anger had begun to dissipate, quickly replaced by offence and sadness. you’d stood up quickly, grabbing at your things so you could leave. 

mr. lee had frowned at your reaction. “come on now,” he’d said. “there’s no need to feel upset, i’m only being honest with you. you don’t want me to lie, do you? you’re fat, you may as well know.”

you spun on him. “and what’s so wrong with being fat?”

before he could supply you with an answer (which he surely thought he had) you’d stormed out of the room and requested the afternoon off.

and now here you are. 

you stumble a bit on your way out of the elevator, cursing as you nearly drop your bag. when you finally make it to your door, it takes three tries to get the code correct.

you sigh heavily as the door to your apartment swings open. to your surprise, you find the lights still on, and it takes you a moment to realize why. 

it’s friday.

hoseok had the day off. 

shit.

you kick off your shoes and shut the door quickly, abandoning any efforts to be quiet. your own sniffles seem loud as you scramble to shut yourself in the hallway bathroom. you don’t want him to see you like this- crying, puffy, and chubby as usual.

right as you slam the bathroom door shut, you hear his voice.

“y/n?”

you grimace, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle the sounds of your crying. 

“y/n-ah, is that you?”

you hear your boyfriend pad into the hallway, and his steps falter when he discovers your belongings strewn about by the front door. there’s a pause, then the footsteps continue to the bathroom door- where, on the other side, you’re slumped against the cabinets. 

hoseok knocks gently. “y/n? love, are you alright? i thought you worked until five today...” 

when you don’t answer, he continues. “are you sick?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, and a small sob tears its way out of your mouth.

you can tell your boyfriend heard it, because his voice becomes even more frantic. “y/n?” he says, leaning against the door.

oh, hoseok. sweet, innocent hoseok. he was always so kind to you. you remember the day when he first asked you out- you’d been convinced it was a prank at first, but when you realized he was being genuine, you’d fallen for him instantly. now, you know that genuine was all hobi ever was.

he’d never called you fat. it had crossed your mind, of course- whether or not your size bugged him, or if he had to defend you to his friends- but whenever you’d been brave enough to ask about it, hoseok would always respond with: “of course not, my love, you’re beautiful.”

you’d never pushed it, though now you realize you always wanted to. 

now you remove your hand from your mouth, taking a shaky breath. your voice trembles as you finally respond: ‘”i’m okay, i’m- i’m not sick or anything.”

you hear your boyfriend’s body slide down the length of the door, ultimately settling on the ground in front of it. you lean forward so your head is pressed against the wood- the two of you are sitting face to face, with only the closed door keeping you apart.

“y/n-ah, talk to me.” hoseok says. “please.”

your shoulders shake as another wave of tears crashes over you. “i’m sorry,” you manage. “i’m just- i’m not feeling very good right now.”

you can tell hobi’s face is pressed into the door from how close his voice sounds. his words are tinged with distress. “what happened?”

you sigh, overwhelmed with shame and anger. you don’t want to tell him- but of course, you know you have to anyways. if for anything, just to wipe the sad curiosity out of his voice.

“you remember- do you remember how i have that awful new coworker?” you croak.

there was a pause, then: “the older one?” 

“yeah. he’s annoying. and rude.” 

“okay, yeah. i remember.” hoseok says quietly, urging you to continue.

you inhale slowly. “he just- he said some things to me today, and i-”

hobi interrupts you suddenly, his tone having gone sharp. “what kind of things?”

you pause. “he said... things about my body. he said i needed to lose weight.”

hoseok says nothing, which is always worrisome. you can practically feel his emotions through the solid wooden door- a chaotic mix of distress, concern, and red-hot fury.

after a moment, your boyfriend speaks up. “y/n-ah.”

you hum dully in response.

“can you please open the door?”

you frown, but decide not to fight it. you know he’s only trying to help. so you reach up and scoot back a few feet so that the door can open inwards. hoseok, who had been so faithfully slumped on the other side, shuffles inside the small bathroom, still on his knees.

when he meets your eyes, you can see his heartbreak, and he can see yours. without any hesitation, he reaches forward and takes your face in his hands, softly caressing your tear-streaked cheeks.

you lean into his touch, allowing your body to fall forward into his. he slips an arm around your abdomen in support. 

a few minutes pass without speaking, the air filled only with the sounds of hobi’s hand running over your back, and your laboured breathing.

finally, your counterpart speaks up. “y/n- is that all he said? the one thing?”

he places his hand on your jaw to lift your face away from his chest, wanting to meet your eyes.

you sigh, pulling away. “no, he- he told me that i should eat less, and that-” your breath catches. “well, he said i was fat.”

hoseok’s jaw clenches, and you shift in his arms. “what?” you whisper.

his eyes are aflame when he responds. “why would he say those things to you? i just- why did he think he’d have any right?”

you look away. “i don’t know. male workplace entitlement.”

hobi gives a wry chuckle. “that’s no excuse.”

“i know.”

“we’ll report him, alright? i will, if you won’t. that’s no way to be speaking to coworkers.”

you nod vaguely as hobi runs his hands up and down your arms. trapped underneath you, your right foot begin to fall asleep. 

“baby?” your boyfriend asks after a minute.

“do you think he’s right?” you burst, eyes burning. “do you think i need to lose weight?”

hoseok’s face falls, and he grasps at your wrists. “y/n,” he starts.

“no,” you interrupt. “really, hoseok. i- i’m not enough for you, am i? i don’t know why you stay with me. you’re way out of my league.”

“y/n!” hobi snaps. his tone is suddenly sharp.

you shut your mouth, already regretting your words.

“my love.” hoseok whispers, his voice breaking. “how could you say that?”

you choke on a dry sob, unable to answer.

your boyfriend’s eyes search your face, desperate for an answer that isn’t there. “how could you ever think that you aren’t good enough? and- what, just because you aren’t skinny?”

you look down at the floor as he continues, blinking rapidly. the tears really won’t stop. 

“that’s a silly way to think.” hoseok says quietly. “and i know that for a fact, y/n. because you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever known. and you always will be, no matter how big you are. you could be four sizes smaller, or four sizes larger, and i would love you all the same.”

you burrow your face further into his chest. “you mean it?” your voice comes out in a whimper.

“absolutely.” he says, not hesitating. “there is no version of events where you aren’t good enough for me. you’re too good for me, honestly. sometimes i think you deserve better.”

you pull away now, frowning. “that’s not true.”

“why not?”

“well,” you falter. “because i love you. and i chose you. i chose you because i love you, and i don’t want anybody else.”

above you, hoseok smiles gently, waiting for you to hear your own words.

the realization hits, and you understand suddenly. he wanted you to say that, to hear it from yourself.

“oh,” you whisper.

“now do you get it?”

you sniffle, grateful that your tears have mostly subsided. “yeah,” you mumble. “i get it.”

“good.” hobi pauses. “i love you, y/n. and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says about you, because you’re gorgeous, and you’re important. and you will never be defined by your body. i’ll call your office and report that awful guy, alright?”

you nod silently.

“okay.” he says, nudging your arm. “now how about you get cleaned up? since you’re home early we can spend the whole evening together if you’d like.”

you perk up at that. “oh- yes, i want to.”

hoseok smiles. “i thought so. here-” he rises to his feet, extending a hand to help you. you take it, placing your palm in his. he lifts you to standing, then smiles again.

“don’t worry, my love. i’ll fix your mood right up. i even have some sample tracks i could show you!”

you smile gently. “that sounds nice.”

as he turns to leave, you clear your throat. “hoseok.”

he turns quickly, eyebrows raised. “hmm?”

you gesture for him to come closer, and as soon as he’s in arm’s reach, you lean over and kiss him.

it’s a gentle kiss, really. a kiss that says i love you, and a kiss that says thank you, for everything.

hoseok hums into your mouth, hands quickly finding your waist. you lean into him, body and mind buzzing. kissing hoseok is your favorite, because each time is just a little different. 

your hands find his hair, and you smile against his mouth. you can feel him smile back.

he kisses you for just a moment longer, then pulls away. 

he rests his forehead on yours, sighing lightly.

and you know that you have never felt more loved, more beautiful, more safe, then you do in that moment, with him. 

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[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter twenty nine: 11 things I love about you 

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

Tw: Swearing, mentions of past violence

An: The poem format once again do be bad cause tumblr wont let me make it look a certain way. 

AN: I made a server if anyone wants to join!! https://discord.gg/R4URagRF

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Third person Pov 

Y/n was laying on her bed staring at the ceiling, she let out a deep sigh as she heard her sister in the room laughing obnoxiously loud. 

“Mei!” She said slamming her hand on the wall. “Why are you being so loud?” She didn’t respond, so y/n stood up sighing. She walked into the hall. 

“Mei!” She yelled into her open door. “Who are you talking to at this hour?” 

“Yamaguchi.” She said. Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Don’t keep each other up all night, and tell Yams I love him please.”  

“Of course Y/n.” Mei said as Y/n left the room and headed down stairs.

She went into the cupboard and grabbed a cup. Filling it up from the tap,  she looked out the window into the night. 

A tap on the glass startled her as she tossed the cup into the sink and looked at what the cause of the noise was. Standing in the window was Kyotani. She leaned over as she opened the window. 

“What the hell are you doing?!? You scared me half to death! Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Tendou asked me to pick you up and take you to him.” He said ignoring her previous questions. 

“Why..?” She was skeptical of him. 

“Just fucking, come on.” He said clearly annoyed. 

“Fine. Next time use the door you psycho.” She said as she slammed the window. 

She walked over to the front door of her house. As she opened the door Kyotani stepped inside. 

“Hurry the fuck up. We have to go.” He said as he rolled his eyes. She turned as she yelled up the stairs. 

“Mei! I am going out. If any violence occurs where was I?”

“At home.” A voice yelled back. 

“Okay let’s go.” She said as she pushed him out the door. A car sat before them in her driveway. She gave him a clearly confused look. “You have a car?” 

“Just get in.” He got in the driver's side as you hopped in only for him to speed off immediately. 

“Slow down Sonic.” She said with a chuckle. 

“Fuck off. My car my fucking speed. My fucking music too.” He said as he slapped his radio on. A CD started to play as heavy metal began to blast throughout the car. 

“Nice song.” Y/n complimented. 

“Fuck yeah it is.” He said. 

The rest of the car ride was filled with Kyotani’s music. It seemed like hours but really it was such a short time. Kyotani pulled up to the view point where you and Tendou shared the deep and personal things the night you told him you liked him. He got out of the car as he walked around and ripped your door open. “Get the fuck out. Over there.” He pointed to what you now noticed was Tendou leaning up against a bike. It was dark, but he looked absolutely stunning in the moonlight. Y/n’s breath hitched as she approached him. 

A car pulled up with Terushima standing from the sun roof. 

“Don’t fuck this up Guess!” He yelled as Kyotani hopped in and the other four monsters sped off. 

The two who were now completely alone laughed at the previous situation they just saw.. 

“Hey Y/n.” He said as he passed you something from his pocket. 

“What’s this for?” She asked as she took it. 

“The car key if you want to leave at any time.” 

“Oh.” She said as she looked at it closer.

“I am sorry to bring you all the way out here, but I promise it will make sense if you are willing to hear me out.” 

“Satori, I just want us to be okay.” He looked her in the eyes. 

“I have something I wrote down. So please,” He began to say. Y/n had never heard his voice sound so fragile. “I’m not always great with this shit.” 

“It’s okay, take your time.” She said as she gave him a small smile. He pulled the paper ball  from his pocket. It was crumpled and torn around the edges when he pulled it open. He took a deep breath before he began to read.  

“I love the way you laugh and how it can instantly change my sour mood, 

I love the way you treat your friends and the strangers on the streets,

I love the way you hold yourself and how you never back down even when others would,

I love the way I feel when your hands are in mine.

I love the way you take my breath away and make me feel safe,  

I love the way you show me how much you care even through the little things you do,

 I love how you make me feel like I am important again and how much I really mean to you,

I love how your smile lights up your whole face and a whole street block of people can feel the warmth.

I love how you are always willing to try new things, like getting on my bike at 1am angry

I love how you confessed to me and even your angsty poem from class,

But most importantly I love you, not just with a small piece of my heart either, 

I would travel any distance, any planet or any galaxy, just to feel your love,

Cause you,

You are my Paradise.” 

“Satori,” He noticed the tears in her eyes while he shoved the paper back into his pocket. He wiped her tears away with his thumb. He moved in closer to her as their lips almost touched. 

“I’m sorry my poem sucked. I just wanted you to know that I love you Y/n.” He said as he started into her eyes. 

“I love you too Satori.” With that they pulled each other in for a passionate kiss.

When the two pulled back for air Tendou looked her in the eyes once again. 

“Do you think you could ever forgive me?” 

“I had the moment I saw you tonight. I just was worried you would speak to me the same way you did over text.” 

“I thought you would hate me by now. Especially after last night?” She laughed. 

“I shouldn’t encourage violence, but off the record, damn Satori, my hero in a leather jacket.” It was his turn to laugh now. 

“Did Mad tell you what happened exactly?” 

“Not really honestly.” He began to tell her about his night. After he was done she told him all the dumb stuff Oikawa tried to pull to get her. The two had a good laugh before Y/n stopped and looked panicked. 

“Wait what about the police? Oikawa’s parents?” 

“Oh I am sure none of that will be a bother to us now Y/n.” 

“Oh? ” He just laughed back pulling her back into a kiss again. 

“We should head back to town.” 

“Are we going separate or?” 

“I can call them if you want to come pick up the car if you want to ride with me?” 

“You already know I do.” 

As the two were getting ready to leave, they both failed to notice the paper fall out of Tendou’s pocket. The paper now laid on the ground as the two sped off as the paper flipped around, completely blank on the ground.

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Scrapped Chapter: Spiteful

Soooo explanation for context, this is something I originally had written for spiteful (an anon asked about it recently <3333). I felt it was a tad too forgiving and took it out and that vaguely kills me but oh well. This takes place when Bakugou still doesn’t have his hearing aids. As it has been scrapped, I’m not sure how well I edited it. I also can’t say whether or not I might end up recycling any of its contents. Buuuuttt it’s he for y’all to enjoy regardless <333 

Chapter 24: A Notebook Chat

Kirishima felt the rug pulled from under him the moment he heard Bakugou’s mother threaten his former friend. Everything was so wrong and he couldn’t keep up. It started with their argument. It was so intense and unlike anything Kirishima could compare it to. He expected the woman to be more yelly and he guessed she might be sometimes, but not at that time. Instead she was… dangerous.

He could never imagine either of his mothers being like that and yet there was a woman in the room that felt like a threat to her son. Kirishima couldn’t comprehend what was happening and then Bakugou’s mother hurt him. And that couldn’t have been his friend's life.

Bakugou couldn’t be used to this because Kirishima would’ve noticed. He would’ve noticed if his friend was being beat at home. He had to have noticed. He just had to.

Then he thought back on it and he didn’t know if he would have. He didn’t know if he had ever asked about his friends mother or father. He hadn’t even noticed that Bakugou randomly ate somewhere outside of the cafeteria before the class started to shun him. He didn’t know a thing. All he knew was that he had liked Bakugou for his manliness.

And what did he even know about manliness anymore? He had been so mad at himself for finding Bakugou manly even after he had heard about how he had bullied Midoriya. And now he had watched Bakugou being told to kill himself and not even flinch. Unlike Midoriya, he had heard them from his mother. He had been hit by his mother.

He still thought it was wrong to say those words to Midoriya, but now Kirishima wondered if there was any way for Bakugou to have known that when he had said it. Was there a way for Bakugou to have known it was wrong to hurt people? Whoever that woman was surely didn’t teach him. Did Bakugou have anyone who told him that it was wrong? More importantly, Kirishima thought, did it matter?

Should Bakugou’s background matter when the class turned on him? Would they have reacted the way they did if they had known? It shouldn’t matter if Bakugou’s mother was a saint or a troll, they shouldn’t have treated him like that. He shouldn’t have treated him like that.

Kirishima knew he hadn’t actively partook in anything against Bakugou. He knew he wasn’t as adamantly against him like Uraraka was or throwing insults like Jirou. He didn’t approve of Kaminari’s antics to set off the 1-A timebomb. He didn’t do any of that but he still felt bad. He did nothing. He hadn't even tried to do anything.

The only thing was, well Bakugou was wrong. Bakugou might not have known any better at the time but even today, he still treated Midoriya horribly, he still threw around insults, he still treated people like they were “extras”. And Kirishima wouldn’t ignore that but he also could no longer ignore that the rest of the class was doing the same to Bakugou. So no matter what his opinion about Bakugou was, one thing was clear. He had to apologize to Bakugou Katsuki.

The same Bakugou Katsuki who had an explosive temper and obviously hated Kirishima now.

He didn’t know how he was going to be able to do that but he knew it wouldn’t be easy. He was almost thankful when Aizawa asked Kirishima to take notes for Bakugou. He couldn’t help but feel a pang when the teacher asked the favor. Apparently, Aizawa wasn’t aware that the two hadn’t really spoken. He seemed to think Kirishima was the closest to Bakugou when in truth, Kirishima didn’t know if Bakugou had anyone on his side. Along with that request, Aizawa had asked him and the other students who had witnessed Bakugou get hit, to respect Bakugou’s privacy and not share the events with the rest of the class. Kirishima knew that none of them had a desire to spread around what had happened there.

Later when Kirishima gave Bakugou his notes, he felt himself literally flinch away from Bakugou’s aggression. Kirishima figured it was well earned but that didn’t make standing in front of Bakugou’s door any easier. And knocking on that door was terrifying.

Until he realized that there was no way Bakugou would’ve been able to hear the knock and there was a doorbell thing right there for him to press. He felt like an idiot and he hadn’t even talked to Bakugou yet.

He held his notepad and pen waiting for Bakugou to open the door. When the door swung open it revealed a vaguely pissed off looking Bakugou who just raised a questioning eyebrow. Kirishima turned around his notepad with a prewritten question on it.

K: Can we talk?

Bakugou read it before answering out loud, “The fuck you want to talk about?”

Kirishima didn’t even consider that Bakugou would still be able to talk, nevertheless scrambled to write down an answer.

K: I want to apologize and ask you how you’ve been.

“Apology received. I’m fine. Good now?” Bakugou kept his words short and Kirishima could feel how unwelcome he was. He still had to try though. He wouldn’t leave this how it was and wrote another word onto the paper.

K: Please?

Bakugou sighed before grumbling,“Just get in.” He widened the door and Kirishima hastened to enter. Once in, Bakugou continued his speaking, “What did you actually want?”

K: I really do want to apologize.

“I don’t want your pity,” Bakugou responded upon reading the words.

It wasn’t that. Or at least Kirishima didn’t think he felt pity. On some level he probably felt bad for Bakugou but that wasn’t why he was there. So that’s what he tried to write.

K: It’s not that. It’s just I think you were right. We’ve all been acting horrible.

“Tch,”

K: I know but, can you give me time to write this out?

Bakugou looked unimpressed with the request but gestured for him to continue. Kirishima had to think about what he was going to write carefully. Eventually he just decided to wing it. He was already taking too long and Bakugou didn’t care for pretty words.

K: I still think what you said to Midoriya was shit. But I think I may have just traded one shit action for another. What we’ve been doing isn’t any better and I wanted to apologize for it. I shouldn’t be letting them say those sort of things to you and I’m sorry that I have.

Bakugou took a whole lot less time reading it then Kirishima took for writing it. Bakugou scoffed. “Just realize you’re all hypocrite assholes? Don’t care.”

“Please Bakugou, I just-” Kirishima started before cutting himself off, realizing his words were literally falling on deaf ears. He picked up his pen again

K: I get it. I screwed up.

“I don’t fucking care if you screwed up. Everyone screws up,” Bakuou’s voice was biting. “I don’t want your shitty ass apology. If you feel guilty, get over it.”

Kirishima felt a flush of indignation. He wanted to argue back. All he was trying to do was apologize and Bakugou wouldn’t even listen to it. Did he want Kirishima to grovel, because he wouldn’t. He bit his tongue though. He was there to apologize because he screwed up. He might be getting mad but he’d own up to doing something. So he gripped his pen tightly before writing again.

K: I let you get bullied an-

Bakugou snatched the notebook from him, tossing it away. Kirishima flinched. “What the hell is this? Sorry people are pricks? Sorry you went along with it? Guess what asshole, I did the same stuff in middle school. Don’t think you know shit just because you saw the hag hit me. Nothing’s changed.”

Both boys froze for a moment. He realized where he went wrong. It wasn’t that Bakugou wanted him to grovel, it was that he was under the impression that the apology was ingenuine. He thought Kirishima was only apologizing because he saw what his mother was like. Carefully, Kirishima went to pick up his notebook to reply.

K: Your mom is terrible but you’re right, that changes nothing. Even if you had an awesome mom, I made a bad choice.

Kirishima handed the notebook over for Bakugou to read and watched for his reaction. The other teen was unpredictable and Kirishima was beginning to see he didn’t have a grasp on what was going through his head. Before everything had seemed so much easier. Bakugou read the note with a resigned sigh and pushed his head into his hands.

“Fine. Whatever,” Bakugou said after a moment sounding tired, but lifted his head up. “Apology accepted. Happy now?”

Not really.

Kirishima thought he understood Bakugou’s initial rejection of the apology now. He still felt the same. He still felt like nothing was fixed. Even with the apology and with the acceptance, there was too much being left unsaid. Kirishima would still have to leave the room with nothing changed. He meant the apology but it didn’t change anything and Kirishima was not leaving the room like this.

K: No

Bakugou rolled his eyes, already reading what he was writing. Kirishima hesitated before writing his next words. It was… it felt like a risk.

K: I want to go back to how it was before. But I don’t understand. I don’t get why you would treat someone like that. I don’t get why you think that it is okay to bully someone.

“Who the fuck said I think bullying is okay?” Bakugou exclaimed, confused. Kirishima was also confused. Did Bakugou not know he still treated Midoriya like shit.

K: You kinda bully Midoriya. And call everyone names?

“Tch,” Backugou scoffed. “Telling me you cared when I called you Shitty Hair, Kirishima?”

Kirishima floundered. He hadn’t thought about it until Bakugou just used his real name like an insult. Now that he thought about it, no he hadn’t. He never took it seriously before he had started thinking of Bakugou as a bully. If anything it was a playful tease that gave them an excuse to tease him right back with pranks and nicknames of their own. But that still left out one thing. Instead of rewriting the question, Kirishima underlined the part about Midoriya and added more question marks.

“All I do is tell him to piss off. Creep doesn’t listen.”

That answered nothing.

K: You yell at him and hate him and he does nothing

“Don’t fucking assume things.” Bakugou’s eyes were fiery. “I yell at him, I hate him. He doesn’t back off.”

Bakugou was shaking with anger. His entire body tensed and he looked like a cornered animal backed into a corner. Kirishima wondered for the first time if he perhaps missed something about Bakugou and Kirishima.

“Okay, okay,” Kirishma spoke out loud, hoping the other would understand and calm down. Bakugou looked barely appeased but he no longer looked about to lash out. So Kirishima approached the topic agai.

K: Okay. I got it but you still can’t bully him

“Fuckin-” Bakugou started exasperated. “Did any of you fucking extras ever seen me bully him? Because if you did then I didn’t know you went to our middle school.”

Kirishima… What? Kirishima did not compute. Did Bakugou mean he wasn’t all of the still thought it was okay to treat people like crap. Bakugou picked up on his confusion.

“Dipshit. Y’all ever see me say shit to him when he leaves me alone?”

No but… Bakugou still said shit whenever he did speak to him. That was still a thing. Kirishima shook his head as an answer to Bakugou.

“Exactly. Freak leaves me alone then there’s no problem.”

Kirishima still didn’t compute. Did that mean if Midoriya stopped caring about Bakugou everything would’ve been okay? How did any of this make sense? It couldn’t be as simple as that. Kirishima could admit that Bakugou probably wasn’t a bully to anyone in the class before this had happened. He was gruff, foul mouthed, and rude but he didn’t go around trying to make people feel bad about themselves. But the idea that he could consider his harsher tone towards Midoriya as provoked… That hadn’t even occurred to Kirishima as an option.

But when had he seen Bakugou seek Midoriya out just for the sake of being cruel? A fat whopping never, is when. The only times that were close was when the two were forced together or being compared. But then, why did Midoriya keep seeking Bakugou out? It was such an obvious pattern; Midoriya engages Bakugou, Bakugou says “fuck off”, they argue. Come to think of it, they had even asked Midoriya about it once. He just said he was worried. And while Kirishima didn’t think that was bad, it was really weird that Midoriya would still seek out Bakugou like that. It only caused more problems to worry about. There was something not adding up about everything. He couldn’t place what though.

K: Am I missing something here?

Bakugou let out a bitter laugh. “A lot of somethings. And none of it’s your business.”

K: Let me get this straight though, you won’t be mean to Midoriya as long as he leaves you be?

“I’m mean to everybody fucker,” Backugou snipped. “But I guess. Just don’t like the shitstain anywhere near me.”

Kirishima considered this. Okay, he could let this go. He could accept that he didn’t know what was going on between Midoriya and Bakugou. He had gotten what he needed to know; Bakugou wasn’t a bully anymore. Bakugou made some messed up choices and he was aware of it. And there was something really weird going on between Bakugou and Midoriya that Kirishima was not about to understand any time soon. And while Bakugou would probably still blow up at Midoriya, it seemed as if it was a dual effort.

K: So… You met a cat at Ground Beta?

“Get the fuck out.”

With that, Kirishima laughed knowing things were going to be okay. He just didn’t know all of what was to happen before things could truly be “okay”.

[shouta-aizawow]

So... It's my birthday, so i will write you a hc. Every day in his birthday Katsuki takes the exact same picture but in different locations. For his 18 birthday all of 1A decide to go to those loctions (some were out of Japan, so they started doing it since the his 17 birthday, and they found a person who could space travel) and take pictures in those places, and also buy a little something.

And then they give it to him with a letter to open after the day was over. It's sure to say that there were tears in both ends.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! 🎉🎂🎁🎊🎈

I hope you’re having a great day!!!!!!

(Lolol let’s just ignore the fact that I haven’t responded to your asks for months, please...I promise I’ve read and loved all of them!! I’m usually just too tired to do much else ;~;)

ANYWAY!!! I’ve planned this response in my notes cause I’m rusty XDDD

Okay!

Katsuki’s never been one for celebrating his birthday with others. His parents were always too busy to pay his special day any mind, not to mention how much he detests crowds and loud parties.

So, yeah. Katsuki was always alone on his birthday, and that’s exactly how he likes it.

But that doesn’t mean he treats it as just another day.

No matter what, on April 20th, Bakugou Katsuki would go on an adventure.

———

It first started with a camera, a sandwich, and bone-deep determination. Katsuki set out to lands unknown (the forest near the park), battled the fearsome beasts (rabbits that ran away at the sound of his footsteps) and finally found his rightful treasure (a clearing filled with flowers).

He took a picture to immortalize his discovery before sitting down and having his lunch, relaxing underneath the sun, surrounded by the sounds of wildlife.

And at 8 years old, Katsuki realized that this is the best birthday that anyone could ever have.

And after that day, Katsuki made it a tradition.

Throughout the year, he’d make note of new places he’d like to visit, mysterious forests he’d like to explore, monstrous mountains he’d like to conquer.

And on April 20th, he’d set out.

———

Time skip to UA. Dorms have been in place for almost 3 years, Class 1-A is now Class 3-A, and Katsuki gets ready to go, early enough so even the insomniacs wouldn’t be downstairs.

He has his camera, a sandwich (the same one he had at 8. Sue him, it’s been 10 years and he’s feeling sentimental), and bone-deep determination that had never wavered, and Katsuki opens the door, ready to take on the world.

———

It’d been a great day.

The weather was perfect, Katsuki was left alone, and he has a new photo on his camera.

Katsuki hums to himself, small smile on his face with a skip in his step as he reaches the front door, ready to take a shower and go to sleep.

Only to freeze as he sees every one of classmates waiting for him.

Uh... okay...he’ll just head upsta-

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Goddammit...

But wait...

There aren’t any decorations, no food spread out on tables. No one is rushing at him and he’s not feeling crowded at all.

Katsuki let’s himself relax.

He’s still confused, though. Really confused.

Before he can voice his bewilderment, however, Kirishima approaches him, large grin and even larger book in his hand. He offers it to Katsuki.

Katsuki’s confusion makes way for compliance as he takes the book, cracks it open and...

Oh... it’s a scrapbook.

He looks closer, sees selfies and clearings with flowers and trees and mountains and sandwiches and-

Oh... he knows those places. Did they—

A box enters his vision, scarred hands holding it out.

Katsuki takes it, opens it.

There are brochures and keychains and items from gift shops that he’s passed by but never entered.

And that’s when Katsuki realizes.

And that’s when Katsuki starts to cry.

“Eh?! Kacchan?!”

“Bro, what’s wrong?!”

“Bakugou?!”

“Do you hate it?!”

Classmates scramble over themselves trying to fix perceived wrongs, making a ruckus as they try to console a hunched over Katsuki.

“You idiots!”

They freeze, the sound of oh-so-sweet but oh-so-rare laughter filling the common room.

And Katsuki looks up with a grin and says: “Thanks.”

And now Class 3-A is crying.

(Wait I forgot the letter... just pretend Katsuki finds it on his desk when he goes to his room and starts to cry again and all the heartfelt messages <333)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!!!! I hope you enjoyed this!!!! XDDD I might respond to your other asks today, but I can’t promise anything ;~; 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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