#(did I cry a little? Did I get a few comments saying they cried? 3 clouds!)

[lowkeyremi]

Bakugo with the kids >:3 (bakugo x fem!reader)

This post was possible bc of @shima707 they commented on my bkg dad post for more so i decided to write more :D

"Daddy, Shoko's cryin' again." Mayako says shaking her father. Katsuki usually sleeps in on Sundays with you by his side but for some reason he's waking up upon the fact that the newest addition to the family is crying.

"Where's mommy at? Tell her to get Shoko." He mumbles under the covers. Mayako gets off the bed to open the blackout curtains which causes Katsuki to groan loudly.

"I looked for mommy but she's not here!!" Katsuki perks up at those words, where could you be early on a Sunday morning?

"She's not here? That's weird, she woulda told me if she was goin' somewhere." Mayako glares at her father, it's actually pretty ironic. Katsuki feels like he's staring at himself.

Your blond husband rises from bed to brush his teeth, this was not how he imagined his day would start.

"Can you get one of Shoko's clean bottles off the rack, Maya?" he asks between brushes.

"Mommy already made a bottle for her its in the fridge left with a note to warm it up." Katsuki finds it strange that you left without saying anything. The hero jogs his memory trying to remember if you said anything about going out on Sunday.

Once he's freshened up, he makes his way to the nursery with Mayako by his side like a little assistant or something.

"Your brothers 'wake yet?" He asks opening the nursery door, he is met by loud cries from his little one.

"I think Kaien is awake, not sure about Kitaro." Katsuki nods, he picks up his daughter with his washed hands. He wanted all of his kids to have K names like him but you argued it'd be too confusing. You agreed on both your sons having K names but you named Shoko and Mayako.

"Alright Shoko, that's enough crying." She's only about four months old which means aside from eating, pooping and peeing, crying is all she can really do. He cradles her and puts the bottle in her mouth. The cries stop immediately and she sucks on the bottle harshly.

"Daddy, please don't get mommy pregnant anymore. I'm tired of hearing crying everyday." She admits in a tired tone as if she's the one who cares for all the children. She does contribute to her siblings care though.

"Hah? I hafta hear crying every day, more than you did and how do you even know I'm the reason mommy has babies?" He's shocked to say the least, Mayako is only nine.

"Well for one mommy was always like 'I swear on my life all that man wants to do is get me pregnant' or 'I'm not having anymore of his kids after this one' so I asked Aunty Mina what she was talking about and she gave me as she called it 'a watered down version of how babies are made'." Mayako explained to her father. He should've known it was Mina.

He switched Shoko's postion so he could burp her, then he realized he needed her towel or he'd have spit up on his shirt.

"'N what exactly did Mina say?" He completely ignores that fact that you've complained about pregnancy, he's heard it all before. Whatever Mina told his daughter was something ridiculous he already knew it.

"She said that you slid your hotdog into mommy's bun and the mayo created a baby hotdog." Katsuki cringes hard. Out of all the things Mina could have told his daughter it had to be that.

"I hate that idiot so much." He mumbles. Shoko gives a good burp and a few coos. Katsuki adores the fact that Shoko has your eyes and your nose.

"Go tell Kaien to brush, Kitaro too if he's 'wake." Mayako gives a silent nod and stomps out of the nursery. Katsuki predicts that Kaien will come crying in a little bit, he and his sister clash often due to Mayako's firey temper and his softness.

He's determined to change Shoko's diaper and clothes before Kaien comes in crying.

Katsuki gets lucky and is able to start breakfast when Kaien comes crying in the kitchen. "Daddy, Mayako's being mean. I hate her!" He yells folding his arms.

"Woah kid, we don't say hate. Especially not about family." Katsuki says, he's in his 'Kiss the chef' apron in courtesy of you.

"You say hate all the time!" Kaien argues, and well, he's right. Katsuki doesn't want his child outsmarting him, though.

"That's cuz I'ma grown up." It's the best thing he can come up with at the moment. A father of four with his wife away can only do so much. He's got Shoko strapped to his chest while he's cooking.

Katsuki gets no respond from his son, so it's time to do some digging.

"What did your sister do, Kaien?" He was not at all prepared for Kaien's answer, he expected that she was bossing him around or something.

"S-she said that I can't use the spicy toothpaste because I'm a baby!" Spicy toothpaste? Oh, he must mean the mint toothpaste.

"What did you tell her?" He quickly scarmbles the eggs with the cooking chopsticks.

"I told her six isn't a baby and she said it is." Katsuki almost laughed, not at Kaien. It's just that cute little pout he has on his face.

"Maya-"

"Yeah?" She responds before her father can finish calling her name. He had a sneaking suspicion that she was lurking around the corner waiting to interject and say that her brother was wrong.

"Why can't Kaien use the spicy toothpaste?" The eggs are done so he plates them and checks on the rice. Shoko was drooling all over his collarbone even with her baby towel.

"Cuz he's only six, he should use the kid toothpaste." She says in her 'as-a-matter-of-fact' voice.

"Are you Kaien's ma?" Katsuki asks, he doesn't miss a beat while chopping the spring onions.

"No but-"

"Aht, no buts. You're not his ma so you can't go around telling him what to do. Unless of course, you're babysitting 'em." He sets the chopped onions aside and puts the rice and eggs into bowls. He makes sure all the servings are equal or he'll get complaints from his mini critiques.

"Mkay." She's sour right now.

"Where's Kitaro?" Katsuki garnishes the the food and sets it on the table.

"We both tried to wake him up but he kept saying he was tired." Mayako comments and sits in her normal spot.

"Ain't nothing for him to be tired for, he's eight." Mayako shrugs at her father's words and says thanks for the food. She and Kaien dig in.

Katsuki heads up the stairs, Shoko still strapped to him. His eyes scan the hallway and it's covered in toys. The blond makes a mental note for his kids to clean up later.

He walks over toys to reach Kitaro's room, the door's closed which isn't normal. You enforced the 'no closed doors' rule, unless someone's in the bathroom or changing.

He opens it half expecting Kitaro to be doing something bad. Instead the eight year old is snoring like he hasn't slept in years.

"Get up kid, time to eat. Go brush." He shakes Kitaro.

He just groans, pulls his covers over his head, and yawns.

"I'm tired." Katsuki raises a brow.

"Tired from what?" Once again, Kitaro's only eight, he can't be doing anything that energy consuming.

"Video games." He mumbles from under the covers.

"Tch, 's why you don't needta be playin' them. I don't know why that old hag got you a gaming system." Kitaro is sluggish getting out of the bed. Katsuki's watching him like a hawk. He watched him all the way until he was at the table.

He sees you sitting with Kaien in your lap eating some of his food because he's not likely to finish it.

"There's my baby girl!" You coo to Shoko. Katsuki undoes the baby carrier and takes her out of it. Those ruby red eyes scan your body for any indication of your activities this morning.

"Where have you been all mornin'?" Shoko babbles while Katsuki starts eating breakfast.

"I went to the gym, I'm trying to lose baby weight." You explain with a small smile.

"Tch, why's it matter? I'm your man 'n I like you the way you are." He never understood why you were so insecure.

"I'm not doing it for anyone besides myself." Kaien whines when you pick at his eggs.

"You aren't gonna eat them, little boy." You boop his nose and he tries to bite your finger.

"Too slow, Kai." He pouts, and it looks just like when Katsuki pouts.

"Why didn't ya tell me you were leavin'?" He huffs.

"Cuz you'd tell me I look good and convince me to stay." You're met by his silence which tells you you're right.

"Date night?" Katsuki asks with a sly smirk.

"No more babies!" Mayako protests.

"I agree- wait how do you-?!"

"Mina." Your husband and eldest daughter say at the same time.

"Oh I love her." It doesn't take a genius to know Mina probably told her some crazy watered down version of sex.

"Ki, hon, you look tired." He yawns at your words.

"He stayed up all night on that gaming system the old hag gave him." Your eyes widen.

"Katsuki! Your mom is not the 'h word' and I've been meaning to put parental controls on that thing." He rolls his eyes at your pg language when you normally have the mouth of a sailor when the kids aren't around.

"Whatever." The hero scoffs.

"Love you too, Kats!" You wink at him obnoxiously and he groans.

Thanks shima707 for giving me the motivation to write more, and I'm glad you enjoyed the first part! Love you guys and see ya next time <3

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[itsscromp]

5 months

A story inspired by this TikTok I hope you all enjoy 😊😊 word count:1.2k

Simon woke up to the all to familiar bright lights and beeping sounds of the hospital. He groaned in pain as he felt like he couldn't move. Thankfully he was spared as you were there to dim the lights after seeing him awake.

"Hey buddy... How are you feeling ??" You asked, To which he replied to a dry cough, water please.

You gently handed him the cup of water and placed the straw into his mouth, Taking a few sips. "What... Happened ??" He asked.

You looked down for a little bit and sighed. "The entire building was rigged with explosives, We began to run out before i found out you weren't behind me. Me and soap began to move the rubble that was in the explosives... and well" You looked over at his badly broken body. Both legs were broken, One arm was broken and 5 cracked ribs.

"The doctor said you won't be back on your feet for a least 3 months"

"Fucking hell..." He sighed.

Regardless, you were happy to keep him company and help him whenever you could. 3 months came by and he was finally free of those damned casts. He could be able to move freely.

But one night, upon closer inspection when he got out of the shower. He lost a lot of muscle, and seemed to gain a little bit of weight too... "This cannot get any worse" He started to tear up, He was already self conscious about his body as it is, this was just almost insult to injury.

He tried to shrug it off for the next week, trying to squeeze in any workouts as he could. But every time someone walks past him, he would always get some form of comment. "Nice tits lieutenant" "Need a training bra ??" "Give us one squeeze please ??" He had to fight every instinct to not throw a weight at there heads... But they were right.

He stood there in his room, looking at his worthless body, His abs weren't as defined anymore. His pecs could hardly be called pecs. His biceps seemed to almost have deflated. Not to mention the pudgy sides around his waist seem to top over. As he started to tear up again, He began to repeatedly smash the mirror in front of him. he hated seeing himself like this. He did was a fucking passion.

You heard the smashed glass and rushed toward his room, Trying your best to pull him away. "Easy easy !!"

"Get off of me !!" He cried out.

"Simon relax, relax... It's just me" You gently took his hands and squeezed them gently. Looking at him in the eyes.

You could see the anger, sadness and insecurity the had, He has already been through a lot and this... This just fucking hurt him.

"Come here, let me have a look" You gently took his hand and inspected it, Just grazes, not deep cuts. So you went and got the first aid kit.

As you treated his wound, he looked down at the floor, seeing the tears fall down. "I fucking hate myself..."

"Simon... Please don't say that" You finished wrapping has bandages and looked at him.

"I do, y/n... Look at me... I'm not what I am" He started to cry a tad bit heavier.

You gently wrapped your arms around him, you knew this was hurting him badly, you didn't want to see him hurt. So later that night, you began to figure out a workout routine. One that was while excruciating, you knew this would get him back to what he once was.

The following morning, you burst into his room, blowing a whistle, and making him jolt awake. "What are we still doing sleeping around lieutenant !! Gym gear on and meet me in the gym !!" You did your best coach voice and urged him out.

Simon was a tad bit shocked when he saw you, But regardless he got his gym clothes on and soon followed you. You had set everything up. Weights, cardio, courses, and protein shakes. "For our warm up I want you to do 30 push ups"

"Y/n..."

"Don't talk back, Don't give up come on let's go !!"

He knew you meant well as he did his 30 pushups. Today you were his best friend and now his coach, You had him do a lot of things. But when it came to rest period, you brought him over to the mirror.

"I want you to take your shirt off"

He froze as you said that, But you gave him reassuring eyes knowing that it was just you two, He trusted you... So slowly he took off his shirt, He looked away from the mirror once he saw his pudgy stomach. But you gently went up to him. "You know what I see Simon ??"

He kept his eyes away from the mirror but turned to look at you, Giving you a soft look. "I see... Someone who has worked really hard today. Someone who is the strongest being that I have come to know and love. Someone who I know will work hard to see himself again. It will take time, But I know you got this Simon. Just don't beat yourself up... I know this"

You struggled for a while on your body and how you looked as well, You didn't want to see Simon sad and angry at himself.

"Yeah... Ok"

After the gym session, he went back to his room and saw that the mirror had been replaced, he didn't think much to begin with, But he took your advice in hand and went over to it. Taking his shirt off again, this time looking at himself, while yes it will be hard... "I can do this, I can... It'll take time" He said as he gently rubbed his stomach and patted it.

The training sessions continued and got harder, But you helped push Simon to his limit and to the point where he didn't know he was capable of, Downing every protein bar or shake he could, and making sure he looked at himself in the mirror after every session, to learn to love the body that he is in.

5 months later.

Simon wiped his sweat as he placed down the weights, It was hard, excruciating, and sometimes even painful, But it was all worth it, he began to workout shirtless again like he used to. Walking to the mirror with the upmost confidence, looking at himself, and flexing his biceps, he saw the snake-like veins had come back. His manly pecs have sprung back to life, he smirked as he began to pop his pecs, his Terry crews vibes were you could say... "Popping off" and his 6-pack abs have been upgraded to an 8-pack. But the smallest difference is there was the tiniest amount of pudge on his sides. but he could let that slide, all he knew was that he was happy with the way he was.

You walked into the gym and saw him looking at himself, all happy. "I knew you could do it" You smiled up at him.

"No thanks to you sergeant" He smiled and ruffled your hair, he was super thankful for you, his best friend and coach. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. "Ok muscles don't crush me" You chuckled as did he.

Simon worked his ass off for 5 months, and it paid off big time. All thanks to you.

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[erwinsvow]

Can’t stop thinking about reader when Rafe heads off with the cross at the end of s2… like imagine he doesn’t tell her anything and she thinks he’s ghosting her🙁 poor girl stuck through everything and (naively) believed he was innocent (I would too it’s ok we all have our moments) and now he just leaves her life without saying anything??

- 💓

wait this hurts!!!!! especially with a pogue reader or just a super sweet kook reader who literally has been defending him to everyone! even her parents who do not want her seeing rafe anymore... i can just imagine that heartbroken feeling and then when he comes back with a buzz and honestly soo different too, his personality changed so much in between 2 and 3. and the first time they see each other...

"you look good," rafe says, glancing over you like he always used to do, the same pretty, short dresses and cute shoes. there's a few things missing, the RC necklace you used to never take off, even when you're showering, the bracelet he got you when you two first started dating, the anklet he would always play with. it's all gone, a different necklace in its place. he can vaguely make out a new initial.

"thank you," you say quietly. you both stay silent for a minute, wondering what to say next. "your hair, it's different."

he runs a hand through his buzz, mind automatically floating back to how you used to run your fingers through his longer hair at any given opportunity-in bed about to fall asleep, on the couch watching some stupid movie together, in the back of his truck when he'd get between your legs and make you cum until you cried. then anger filters in, boiling his blood, wondering if some other guy is getting to see you like that now.

"yeah. s'hotter there, this is easier."

"i liked your long hair," you comment, smiling sweetly the way you always did towards him. you turn around, looking at some friends waiting for you. he doesn't notice a guy standing there, and he's thankful, because he doesn't think he could hold himself back if there was. "um, well, i should go." before you can turn around, he speaks again.

"i missed you. really, i did." you turn back, looking at him through watery eyes.

"really?" your voice is all choked up, which he hates. hates that you're crying and hates that he's the reason for your tears. "you missed me? that's why you didn't call or text? you disappeared."

"i had business to take care of, kid. i didn't-"

"you didn't have a phone? you couldn't write me a letter? you know how long i was here, waiting for you? everyone said i was stupid and i still waited-"

"y'not stupid-"

"yes i am rafe. i waited this whole time for you. i'm so stupid."

he gets closer, and you wish he wouldn't.

"not stupid. y'just a good girl. i'm sorry. i am, i am."

tears spill down, he wipes them away. you're sure your friends are staring, embarrassed if they see all your resolve caving in like this.

"can i ask you somethin'?" you look up, nodding. "you still waitin' for me?"

from this close, he can make out what your necklace says, the tiny little r pendant he once got you shaking as you nod your head.

#📮 asks #💓 anon #Rafe Cameron

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box— Luke’s Debut Edition

SERIES MASTERLIST

idk the dates they lived in toronto so this is my diy timeline now tysm

this seems moot now but it’s fine

TUESDAY, APRIL 11TH

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liked by lhughes_06, jackhughes, and 8,643 others

yourusername tonight was a very special night for the hughes family, a family i’m proud to say has become my own. tonight, my favorite little brother, my favorite (for tonight) son, and one of my best friends whom i love so dearly had his nhl debut tonight and i couldn’t be more proud of him!

i remember sitting with you at jack’s draft and telling you, “that’ll be you next!” i sat in the stands during your games back when you were in elementary school and i remember you running straight to me after your team won post losing a few games in a row. you told me that you’d win for me next game i went to; and you did! you ran right past jim and ellen and shouted, “sissy, i told you i’d win for you!” i’m crying writing this out but it was too pure to not share during this moment. you won for me tonight, too, bubs❤️

i’ve seen you annihilate the collegiate hockey world, and now i get to watch you do the same in the nhl. it was a privilege to sit in those stands tonight and watch you take your solo rookie lap, and i hope you know how hard i cried over it. we’ve been waiting for this day since the day i met you all. i was there for quinn’s debut, i was there for jack’s, but being there for yours is a memory that beats them all. maybe it’s because i feel like a proud older sister and i’m younger than the other two, or maybe it’s because of how good our bond is. whatever it is, i will never stop being proud of you. you’re going to be golden, lukey moosey, and i hope you’re excited for it. i love you so much!

p.s. i can’t end without say congratulations to my soulmate! he best a 22 year devils record tonight with his 43rd goal! poetic, isn’t it? i’m proud of you and love you so much, jacky boy <3

with love,

sissy❤️ #RaiseHell

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lhughes_06 sissy, you’re going to make me cry! i love you too❤️

yourusername hurry home then and cry with me while we watch quintin!!

lhughes_06 tell your ex husband to get ready faster!

yourusername brb

dylanduke25 you DID make me cry, sissy! so proud of you luke!

yourusername i’ll let the sissy pass because it’s a special day! i miss you, duker!

dylanduke25 i miss you, too!

lhughes_06 thank you, duker!

user6 hughes curse broken…?

_alexturcotte so proud of you lil bro! you are the superior hughes! @/lhughes_06💯💯

yourusername me and ellen are the superior hughes’s but it’s lukey moosey’s night so i’ll let it slide

lhughes_06 thank you, turc! miss you!

lhughes_06 @/yourusername you really are the superior hughes

jackhughes facts

_alexturcotte facts

_quinnhughes facts

user92 the stories in the caption i can’t

jackhughes i am beyond proud of you, lukey! you’re going to do amazing things for the devils and the league! love you! (sissy, please don’t have us all crying on the couch)

lhughes_06 thanks, jacky! love you, too. (you’ve met sissy, right?)

yourusername (reminder that lukey moosey said the same thing to me after his first umich win)

jackhughes (FUCK)

_quinnhughes (i don’t cry, so don’t make me)

lhughes_06 (psa i did tell sissy i’d win for her tonight just like that game)

_quinnhughes (this is fine)

umichhockey that’s our boy!

user77 i’m crying oh my god

edwards.73 @/lhughes_06 we all watched your game together! so proud of you, bro! can’t wait to join you!

yourusername lukey’s debut already killed me don’t remind me of yours! rude head

lhughes_06 thank you, eddy! you’ll love it here!

edwards.73 @/yourusername i’m sorry…?

lhughes_06 @/edwards.73 correct

yourusername @/edwards.73 i accept your apology, child number two

user6 new lore just dropped and it’s a tear jerker😭 so proud of you, luke!

_quinnhughes i remember that game! he was excited for days after. i’m proud of you, lukey! i’ll be hiding in the stands during playoffs! i love you! @/lhughes_06

lhughes_06 i love you, too, quinny

yourusername big brother of the year alert (kinda)

jackhughes @/yourusername you can sleep outside

yourusername @/jackhughes mom would have you sleep outside before me

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes that is true

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes stone cold fact

user22 congratulations luke!

trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 i’m proud of you, bud! congratulations on your debut! go ahead and cry my girlfriend out so she runs out of tears when she comes home!

lhughes_06 thanks, z! and i’ll break out more elementary school me stories for you

trevorzegras thank you for your service🫡

yourusername @/lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras we aren’t friends/dating/siblings/mom and son for the next fifteen minutes

trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 look what you did

lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras LOOK WHAT YOU DID

user38 i might be crying harder than y/n

yourusername you can try, but you will not succeed

nicohischier proud of you, luke! can’t wait to see what you do here!

lhughes_06 thank you!

yourusername nico!!! light of my life!!! welcome to my comment section!!! i love you sm come cuddle!!

nicohischier @/yourusername i love you, too! and okay, sure

jackhughes @/nicohichier careful she clings

jamie.drysdale @/jackhughes when did she start climbing under shirts to cuddle

jackhughes @/jamie.drysdale quinn

_quinnhughes she was scared of storms when she was younger, okay! @/jackhughes @.jamie.drysdale

mackie.samo go little rockstar

lhughes_06 heading for our last fight before our worlds part

yourusername that lyric would’ve been suitable post frozen four semi finals but do your thing baby smurf

lhughes_06 i will thank you

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[rosiethedragongeek]

Okay, so I said that I'd do that list of hcs about the gang dying, so here we are (also I am not responsible for any fics this spawns) (also these are all pretty limited bc there are So many ways that this could go down and I can only do so much lol) also this is an au where they beat Grimmel and keep the dragons bc I say it is

(i'm sorry <3)

HICCUP

Hiccup dies trying to make peace with another tribe

The conversation between the two leaders is private, and on the other chief's terms

Which we know he is willing to go for

They were able to restrain Toothless and kill Hiccup

Toothless dies fighting against the hordes of soldiers that this guy had waiting (because without Hiccup he can't fly away, and they weren't about to risk him getting back to Berk)

The other chief declares war with Hiccup's head on a spear and he gets it

Hiccup and Toothless have a shared funeral, sent to rest together, just like Hiccup would have wanted

They all put on a brave face at the funeral, and each of them said a few words

Astrid about what a strong leader he was, how he was selfless in his pursuit of peace

Snotlout spoke 'reluctantly' about what a great warrior and chief he was

The twins went on about the glorious battles that they wouldn't have been in without Hiccup

How he was actually a little unhinged like how they all road into battle with the red death for their first time on a dragon that hated them etc etc

Fishlegs talked about how gentle and kind he was, how they wouldn't be here in this unprecedented time of peace with dragons and most of the people around them without Hicucp's big heart

They all cried together after the funeral and fell asleep on Hiccup's floor

They never talked about that again

Astrid is inconsolable, she's not going to rest until she has that chief's head on her own spear

She lashes out at people a lot

She gets a tattoo of the strike class symbol on her shoulder to honor Hiccup

Their dragons all take the loss really hard

They won't leave Toothless' favorite spots for days after this

Just in case he comes back

Even though they know he won't

They're clearly grieving for a long time after that

Barf and Belch aren't as playful, Meatlug's appetite is almost gone, Hookfang more or less leaves Snotlout alone and doesn't flame up for a few months, Stormfly is unresponsive

They still do what they can for their riders though

Their battle strategies grow increasingly violent and desperate

Fishlegs spends hours pouring over Hiccup's notes in the Book of Dragons, on his desk, about the Dragon Eye, anything he can find

It feels like spending time with Hiccup if only for a minute

He also plants a tree over Hiccup's grave

Something that will last for years and years in memory of Hiccup

The twins decided to erect just a massive statue of Hiccup in the middle of Berk (mostly because they knew he would hate it)

They actually went out of their way to do stuff that they knew Hiccup would hate, leaving his things in the wrong places, rotten fish in his hut or smth in hopes that he would come back and haunt them

They cope w humor and Astrid hates it

But Fishlegs reminds her that they all deal with things in different ways

And she gives them a little more grace

Snotlout doesn't really talk about Hiccup much after he dies except to make ill-timed comments about how Hiccup would be rolling in his grave, or if Hiccup hadn't up and died he could've helped here but no

(But at night sometimes he sits at his grave and talks to him like he can hear him because maybe he can)

He and Astrid get in a massive fight over this (the jokes and comments) before they both start crying and Snotlout apologizes

he just misses him so

much

Fishlegs and the twins come in towards the end of this and they all reminisce about Hiccup

They all help Astrid with her their revenge mission

Fishlegs argues that if they can still achieve peace, it's worth it

Astrid and Snotlout are outraged at this, how could Fishlegs even consider attempting peace after what he did to their Hiccup

The twins are surprisingly quick to point out that, Hicucp would have wanted them to achieve peace before he took something else from Berk

Nothing is worth another one of their lives

But they also want to see revenge as much as everybody else, and really, what are the odds peace talks go their way??

They're all for blowing evil assholes up

Astrid is angry with all of them, mostly because they're right that Hiccup would want peace, and because she knows that peace isn't possible

But it makes her rethink what Hiccup would want them to do

He wouldn't want them to kill themselves looking for vengeance

They have a quiet moment altogether before they decide to slow down and think about what they're doing

When they come at the chief again, they are organized and cutthroat

He never stood a chance

Astrid takes up her position as chieftess and she leads in a way that she hopes would make Hiccup proud

But she has her friends by her side and they all keep each other right and take care of each other

I was gonna do all of them at once but this was really long lol

I'll probably reblog this with the other riders as I go and if you have ideas please lmk <3

#that was messed up and my brain just kept going #hiccup dies au #hiccup dies #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup haddock #hiccup #astrid hofferson #astrid #snotlout jorgenson #snotlout #fishlegs ingerman #fishlegs #ruffnut thorston #ruffnut #tuffnut thorston #tuffnut #httyd ot6 #httyd gang #rtte gang #rtte ot6 #how to train your dragon #httyd #rosie's httyd brainrot

[ebonyslasher]

A Touch of Comfort

Series: The Boys

Pairing: Black Noir/Reader

Summary: Oh No, was that Vought’s intimidating assassin crying? Wonder what happens after? Click Here to watch the heartwarming extra scene from Episode 3 of Season 2 of the Boys! 

Walking through the corridors of Vought Tower was always a roll of the dice. Regular employees might be lucky enough to not witness or be the victim of any supe creepiness. Might being the key word here. It's a game of "what will you witness today?" And that game depends on which Seven Supe member you would walk by. 

Maeve and Starlight were pretty normal. Most you'd see were frustrated, exasperated, or mad expressions from them. They might say hi every once in a while. So pretty nice actually. A-train was the same, often minding his own business and/or snacking. Says Hey sometimes too. Although, you've caught him checking you a few times...and he has hit on you before. Thankfully he was pretty good at flirting so it was never awkward. 

The Deep…was different. Cringey, really. He'd try to joke and act cool with random employees to get brownie points. A way to up his popularity. You've been a victim to his try hard bottom bitch behavior a few times. Especially when Homelander was around. Ugh.

Homelander.

He was the worst one to run into. Sometimes he was 'pleasant'. Other times, he would be brooding and a little maniacal. He'd either be in the mood to give you an ego stroking speech or make some vulgar and harassing comments. Every interaction was unnerving. You hated seeing his crispy ass eyes. 

As you tried to quickly make it to the lab, you wondered if you would witness something today. And which supe it would be this time. Rounding the bend towards the Seven head bust statues, you see Black Noir slumped against the wall with his phone in his hands. 

Slowing down to a tortoise-like pace , you pondered on your previous knowledge about him. He was always quiet. To himself. You never witnessed anything bad when passing by him before. The only interaction you've had was dropping something and him picking it up for you. He was intimidating but nice. 

Now looking at him, he didn't seem so intimidating. 

Was his shoulders shaking? This made you come to a complete stop. As you observe, you begin to hear the soft cries coming from him. Was he crying? He really was.

Dumbfounded and a little sympathetic, you looked on in fascination as the image of the intimidating ninja crumpled in front of you. Scanning the area, there was no one else walking through. It was just you and Noir. 

Black Noir is one of your 'favorites' of the Seven. The gossip you heard surrounding him was kind of cute. He would be known to doodle during meetings, be awkward during bougie events, and fall asleep randomly. Your friend in crime analytics even said that he just waits around for some bad guys' information and communicates via notepad. Some of his messages had little emojis drawn on them.

Him crying hits you a little more this time after thinking about it. Caving into the feeling, you did something out of the ordinary. You walked up to Black Noir and crouched down to the right of him.

"Black Noir…..", you said so softly, with a lot more feeling than intended. His body tensed, but he didn't look up.

Trying again you ask, "Black noir, are you okay?" He slightly tilted his head towards you. You, of course, couldn't see his face. But the feeling of 'do I look okay?', radiated from his being. Fair enough. It was a stupid question.

"Okay. Do you need anything?" You ask. To which he said….nothing.

Well, what could you do at that point? He didn't want to be bothered but he obviously needed comfort. You reached out to his back and started softly rubbing the area under his knives. It was what your mom did when you would cry.

He immediately tensed and jerked. Almost as if he were about to hit you. And he might have, if he didn't catch himself. You surprised the hell out of him with that move.

Earving initially wanted you to leave. Buster was giving him some comforting words and you interrupted him. How rude…

He doesn't really know why he's letting this happen. But the rubbing began to feel really nice. So nice. No one has done that for him for….years? Decades? He doesn't remember exactly.

Earving leaned more into your touch and you both sat silently. Minutes passed and he stopped sniffling. Picking his head up, he looks at you and grabs your right hand that was in your lap and squeezes it lightly. Bringing his phone back up, he types out a quick message that says

'Thank you.' 

It makes your heart jump a bit and you can't help the smile that grows on your face. You say a quick "you're welcome", as he gets up and starts walking away….until you say

"Do you want to go get ice cream?"

#the boys #black noir #black noir x reader #you know that back rub that just heals your soul #yeah that one

[mackenzielovee]

sixth sense: part four

synopsis: "I really don’t think you understand what I’d do for you. Picking up the phone isn’t even close to the top of the list.”

warnings: mentions of domestic violence, bruising, swearing, alcohol consumption, illusions to sex, kissing, crying, it's a mess

wc: 4.8k

a/n: hi <3 i hope you guys enjoy this and i did it justice. so much love

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     You stare at the marks on your neck until the tears pour down your face, until the sobs shake the mirror, until you sink to the floor and cry until you feel absolutely nothing. After you’ve cried everything out, you stay there. Seated on the floor of your bathroom, staring at the opposite wall, wondering how it all got so bad. 

Had there been a moment, you wonder, that had fucked it all up? One little thing you did, one tiny little bit of karma that brought Campbell into your life. Or was it different, somehow? Were you damned from the beginning, always destined to be this girl? This person who couldn’t seem to trust anyone?

Your phone buzzes on the counter, and at first, you ignore it. You’re sure it’s Campbell or Bryn or someone you can call back. But on the third ring, it dawns on you. 

It could be him. 

The thought of hearing his laugh, picturing those eyes, it draws you out of the numbness. You grab it and are not at all surprised when you recognize the last four digits of his unsaved phone number, and without hesitation, you pick up.

“Hello?”

He inhales sharply, which seems to still your breathing. 

“I wasn’t sure you were going to pick up,” he admits, “I was going to leave a message. Although all bets were off on whether you’d listen to it or not.”

You smile softly, your cheeks puffy, “I would have.”

“Good to know,” he says with a light laugh. 

You give him a small laugh in response, not sure of what you should say. Every part of last night comes back to you when you think about the fact that you called Rafe at your most vulnerable, and you’re sure you should explain yourself. You just don’t know how. 

He clears his throat awkwardly while you pick at a stray thread on your shorts, trying to distract your brain. 

“Um, I was calling to see if you still wanted to come by tonight. The frat party and all. It’s fine if you don’t feel up for it or had a rough night–”

“I’d really like to,” you say, noting how your voice sounds weaker than it usually does. 

Rafe says nothing for a moment, then lets out a breath, “I was waiting on a ‘but’. You don’t have one?”

Your lips tip up, “I have a butt.”

Rafe laughs then, and just for a second, all of the sobbing and the feeling of Campbell’s hands wrapped around your neck feels worth it. Just because of that laugh. 

“Trust me, I know you do,” he replies. 

Your eyebrows shoot up at that; Rafe Cameron had never even come close to making a comment about you until this moment. 

He seems to notice this and coughs. His phone muffles for a moment, like he’s moving around.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “That kind of just came out.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh.

“So, I should expect to see you tonight?” he asks, “I’m trying to plan out how much time to spend getting ready.”

You grin, “My attendance determines that?”

He laughs that laugh again, and you swear your heart stops. You rip off a few pieces of toilet paper and wipe under your nose, grateful he can’t tell you’ve been crying. 

“Well, yeah,” he states, as if it’s obvious, “I’m not gonna wear a polo if you’re not coming, and I’ll have to gel my hair–”

“Leave it,” you blurt, wondering what he looks like when his hair isn’t gelled back, “I want to see it messy.”

He chuckles lowly, which makes you smile. Why is this so easy? 

“Okay. Messy it is. Any other requests?”

You hum as you think; one more coming to mind but you’re unsure if it’s overstepping. Then, you think, it’s him. He’s wormed his way into your life, and you think maybe it’s time you do the same. 

“Can I see your room?”

Your voice is hesitant, weak, and just emotional enough that Rafe’s breath audibly hitches after you speak. 

“You want to– yeah, you can see my room. Absolutely. Yes. You and I can definitely be alone in my room.”

“Great,” you laugh to yourself, “I’ll see you later, then.”

“Wait,” he calls out, his voice louder. You pull the phone back to your ear and furrow your eyebrows, waiting on him to continue. 

“What?”

“I was also calling to, uh, check on you. You were upset last night, and I’ve been kind of worried. A lot worried. Are you okay? Did something happen?”

You sigh and stand from the floor, placing yourself in front of your bathroom mirror again. You run your free hand over the slight bruising forming on your throat and collar bones, then squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Everything’s fine,” you say, your voice robotic, “I’m fine. Sorry I bothered you.”

“No, Y/N, you did not–”

“I’ll see you tonight,” you reply weakly, then pull the phone down and end the call. 

You glance at the bruises once more, then shut off the light and exit the bathroom, all while trying to push what happened out of your mind. 

     The fact that you’ve never attended a frat party means you have absolutely zero idea what time they start. You’re sure some part of a frat is partying consistently, but for tonight’s purposes, you don’t show until almost midnight. You’d picked a top that hides your bruising well enough, but still looks cute enough to pass for a party. 

The whole college scene was never something you’d gotten into. Your mindset had always been to take the classes, work to pay for it, and that would be your life. During your relationship with Campbell, the only fun you’d been allowed to have was with him, and you never dared to defy that fact. 

But now, as you push past several groups of people with drinks in their hand, searching for a pair of familiar blue eyes, you can’t help but wonder what you’ve been missing. 

You find him in the kitchen with his back to the doorway; drink in hand, white polo covering his chest, and his hair is untamed. Just like you’d asked. He’s talking to a girl, you realize, and draw back out of instinct. 

You suck in a deep breath and try to calm yourself, taking in his body language. He’s standing tall, gesturing as he speaks, and every time she reaches to put her hand on his arm, he draws it back as if scratching his neck or running his hand through his hair. You try to relax and step toward him, letting his voice fill your ears once you’re close enough. 

“It’s a pretty easy fix, honestly. Just pop off the top of the stopper and pour the gel down in there. It’ll dissolve pretty much anything.”

She nods, batting her lashes at him, “Is that something you could do for me? Maybe next Friday?”

“Oh, I don’t–”

He shifts his body, as if moving away from her, and his eyes connect with yours. He grins then, reaching for you and then pulling his arms back awkwardly. 

He laughs and so do you, taking a step toward him. 

“Excuse me,” he says to the girl, then turns and meets you halfway, “You made it.”

“I made it,” you give him a relieved smile, one he instantly returns. 

You watch as he takes you in, his eyes never leaving yours as he does so. After a few seconds, he seems to snap out of it and shake his head, making you laugh. 

“Let’s get you a drink,” he says, nodding his head across the kitchen, “What do you like?”

You glance at his cup, “What do you have?”

“Well,” he grins, and you know this should be good, “Since I can’t make a vodka soda even remotely close to yours, I’ve got rum and Coke.”

“That’s what I’ll have, then,” you decide. 

His smile widens and he pushes off the counter he’d been leaning on, holding his arm out to let you walk in front of him. He leads you over to the countertop covered in bottles, his hand just ghosting over the small of your back so you don’t feel like you’ve lost him in the crowd of people. 

“You want me to make it, bartender?” he teases. 

You smile and nod, “Yeah. I need to see your skills.”

He lets out a laugh at that and skims over the different bottles until he finds the rum, pulling it forward. 

“Here,” he offers you his cup, “Tell me if that’s too strong for you. And don’t say you like it if you don’t.”

You accept his cup wordlessly and stare into it, only a quarter full. You eye the rim for a beat too long, making Rafe laugh to himself at the fact that you’re hesitating. You sip from it then, wincing when the rum meets your tongue. 

He takes in your facial expression and laughs, nodding his head to himself as if he now knows how much rum to give you. 

“It’s good,” you say through your weak voice. 

He turns his head and meets your gaze, his jaw shifting from side to side to hide his smirk.

“You little liar,” he says. 

You smile, making him smile, too, and watch as he makes your drink. He only puts one shot in yours – making you wonder how many is in his – and then mixes it and hands it off. You sip from it, relieved when the flavor of the Coke meets your lips. 

“Better?” he asks. 

“Much,” you reply, “You’re good at that.”

“Thank you,” he beams. 

“Cameron!” 

Rafe turns around and you follow his gaze, meeting eyes with the same guy Rafe is usually in your bar with. His lips form an ‘o’ when he sees you standing with Rafe, tossing an arm around his shoulder when he’s close enough. 

“Oh, shit, you’re the girl from the bar,” he says, slurring his words slightly.

“Y/N,” Rafe hisses at him. 

“Right, Y/N,” he nods, “I’m Topper. I hear you’re a real charmer.”

Rafe punches Topper in the chest hard enough that he draws back, but doesn’t learn his lesson. 

“He’s an idiot,” Rafe explains quickly, apologetic expression. 

You shake your head at Rafe, then step forward and raise your eyebrows at Topper. He’s still smirking, somehow proud that he’s trying to embarrass you. 

“I remember you,” you say, a devilish smirk dancing across your lips, “You’re the guy who comes into Black Boar and orders Blue Hawaiians all night. Well, I shouldn’t say all night, because you drink two and then try to skip out on your bar tab after hitting on my coworker.”

Rafe coughs to cover the laugh that erupts from his throat while Topper narrows his eyes at you. He remains like this for a few seconds, then breaks into a grin.

“She’s all right, Cameron,” Topper says, “Good to finally meet you.”

Rafe playfully rolls his eyes at Topper over his head, then holds his hand out for you. 

“Come on,” he murmurs. 

You stare at his outstretched hand and then up to those blue eyes, the ones you want to trust more than anything in the world. 

His shoulders fall only slightly when you don’t take his hand immediately. The action combined with the thought of him being disappointed makes your stomach turn, directly resulting in your hand meeting his. 

He grins and threads his fingers through yours, using your clasped hands to lead you through the crowd. As you walk, you hear several people greet him, and he smiles and holds his cup up to them in response. Your lips tip up at this, liking watching him in his element. He’s friendly, kind, and respectful. Qualities you have yet to see in a man before Rafe. 

He stops at the bottom of the stairs and turns around, keeping your hand in his. 

“Still want to see my room?” he asks, blue eyes trained on yours. 

“Yes,” you nod, your voice barely audible given his proximity. 

He smiles and pulls you forward gently, letting you go up the stairs ahead of him but keeping a hold of his hand as you do. Once you’re at the top, you turn and let him guide you down the hallway, stopping in front of one of the last doors on the right. He gives you an apologetic smile and a squeeze of the hand before he pulls away, fishing a key from his pocket. You squirm, trying to push down the feeling of wanting his hand back in yours, and watch as he pushes open his bedroom door. 

He lets you enter first and you take it in, already immediately sure he’d tidied up for you. His bed is made up and his carpet looks freshly vacuumed. His desk houses his laptop and his textbooks. What catches your eye, though, are the personal things he has around. A bulletin board full of photos, old football game tickets, and random little things from his life. From people who he loves and who love him. And based on the photos he has, there’s a lot of them. There’s one that catches your eye as Rafe softly closes his bedroom door behind the two of you, stepping over to see what you’re looking at. 

“Who are they?” you ask, pointing to a photograph of him and two girls. 

“My sisters,” he replies from behind you, his voice like honey in your ear.

“And here?”

It’s a picture of a group of guys on a dock; Rafe’s wearing a snapback and swim trunks only.

“Some friends from high school,” he says, “I need to print out some new ones.”

You spot one that looks a little more recent, when Rafe started gelling his hair. You turn and look at him, comparing his hair now to his hair then, and smile. 

“What?” he questions you. 

You shrug, trying to remain nonchalant as you avoid his eyes and skim over his bulletin board again. 

“I like your hair like that,” you tell him. 

He takes a step closer, “Like what?”

You swallow, trying to win the battle he silently proposed. He wants your eyes, and you’re refusing to give in. 

“Like it is tonight,” you say. 

“Yeah?”

You nod. 

“Thank you,” he practically whispers. 

He’s standing so close now that you can feel his body heat, the warmth of his skin, crawling up your arm. Of course he’s a fucking furnace, you think, The warmest heart ever. Makes sense. 

“Do you like my room?” he asks. 

You hear him swallow at the silence. You can feel yourself giving in, wanting to see those blue eyes more than anything. 

“Yes,” you say quietly.

“Y/N.”

That’s all it takes. Your name off his lips, and you’ll do whatever he asks. Your head turns, and when he takes you in, he grins. 

“What?” you ask. He’s stolen your voice, given the question comes out hoarsely. 

“I’m really glad you came tonight,” he says, “I was worried about you.”

You set your solo cup down and turn to face him completely; about two inches of space between the two of you. 

“You don’t need to worry about me, Rafe,” you mumble. 

“Someone has to,” he argues, “It sure as hell isn’t that ex-boyfriend of yours.”

You flinch at the mention of Campbell, and just for a moment, you swear you can feel your throat constricting around his hand. Rafe’s eyebrows furrow just as you try to correct your facial expression, plastering that mask back on. 

“I don’t want to talk about him when I’m with you.”

“I’m sorry,” he replies carefully, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I am because of you,” your voice is low as you reach up, taking it further by placing your hands on his arms, which promptly rise so his hand meet your waist, “Thanks for picking up last night.”

He laughs, but it’s low and sarcastic, “Y/N, I really don’t think you understand what I’d do for you. Picking up the phone isn’t even close to the top of the list.”

You swallow the emotions that threaten to rise at that statement and instead angle your head up to look at him, silently asking if he’s serious. As if he knows, he nods his head slowly, telling you he is. 

“Is kissing me one of them?”

Your eyes flicker to his lips and you watch as he licks them, then sucks in air. 

“Definitely,” he says, his voice low, “Right now?”

Your lips tip up and so do his, right before you answer, “Right now.”

He barely has time to nod before he pulls you closer by your waist, one hand traveling up to cup your cheek and guide your mouth to his. He kisses the same way he conducts himself; passionately, calmly, and with purpose. You feel yourself melting, losing all of the heaviness weighing on you just by kissing Rafe. 

He pulls back and you swear you could cry, having lost that blissful feeling when he stops. 

“Shit,” he groans, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a little while now.”

You smile and rise up on your tip-toes, ignoring the syrupy feeling in your stomach, and kiss him again. 

“Keep going,” you encourage him, “Please.”

He swears under his breath and then nods, bringing his lips down to yours again. This time, it almost feels like he’s trying to hold onto his control. His tongue skims across your bottom lip and you immediately allow for entry, making him groan again. 

Everything about his kiss feels perfect. It feels intimate and loving, two things you’ve never felt before. You want to make Rafe lose control, to know how else he can make you feel. 

You grab onto his polo and start to guide him back toward his bed, which he allows because he can’t seem to stop. You pull back from him to sit, watching him blink and try to regain composure. 

“Y/N, how much did you–”

“Not even half of it,” you say, “I’m sober. I promise.”

He nods and then guides you back on his bed, letting you lay flat before he places himself on top of you, connecting your lips again. Your hands meet his back and tuck under his shirt, meeting his warm skin underneath. He ejects a low moan from the back of his throat and then pulls back from your mouth, moving down to your neck. 

“If you’re feeling even the smallest bit off–”

“Rafe,” you pant, “I’m not drunk, I just–”

You stop yourself from saying those words, the ones that admit vulnerability. That tell Rafe you want him as much as he seems to want you. That tell him you have feelings involved here. 

“Just what?” he pulls back, meeting your eyes. 

You can’t help but smile when you see him, puffy lips and dilated pupils. You reach up and stroke his cheek with your thumb, which he responds to by moving and kissing the inside of your hand. 

“I just want you,” you admit to him, “You make me feel good. Not just physically.”

“I do?” he questions. A smirk tugs on his lips, and you trace over them with your finger. 

“You do,” you confirm, “Please.”

He nods. You extract your hand and watch him as he lowers himself down to you again, connecting the two of you. One of his hands travels the length of your torso while you lose yourself in him, sliding your shirt up. He pulls back after a minute to rid himself of his own shirt, then reaches down with raised eyebrows and the intention to do the same to you. 

“Go ahead,” you tell him quietly.

He tugs your shirt over your head and tosses it on his floor, groaning when he sees the lacy bra you’d had hidden underneath. 

“Shit, Y/N,” he groans before kissing you again. 

You moan into his mouth and his hips buck at that, making you laugh against him. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “You just sound really pretty when you do that.”

You’re sure you melt right into his comforter when he says that. Your lips form into a pout that he kisses away, then shifts down to your neck. You can feel his tongue work against your skin, and you are less inclined to hold back your moans after his words. 

Just as you enter into bliss, wanting his mouth to touch everywhere on your body, he freezes. Your eyes open and you watch him sit up slowly, not saying a word, but his lips part in an unreadable expression. 

You watch him as he stares down at you, his eyes focused on one point. Just before you open your mouth to speak, Rafe reaches down with the gentlest of touches and tips your chin up, angling you so he can get a better view of your throat. 

It doesn’t click in your mind until you see it click in his, and when he moves to confirm his suspicion, placing his hand over your throat in the exact way Campbell had, lining up with the marks he left, Rafe swears and jumps off the bed. 

Your heart sinks into your chest as you sit up, “Rafe–”

“Who the fuck did that to you?” he questions, pacing the length of the bed, “Was it him?” 

“Rafe, please,” you beg him, even though you’re not entirely sure what you want from him. 

Really, you just want him to forget he ever saw them. The same way you want to forget the whole thing ever happened. Your throat dries up, leaving a burning sensation in its place every time you try to swallow. 

“Y/N, answer me,” he says, quieter now, his voice more desperate. 

You can tell by his expression that he already knows. As smart as he is, Rafe Cameron has already worked out what happened in his head, and he knows. So this, you think, this forcing you to say it, to tell him, is a test. A trial to see what he means to you. If you would pick up the phone when he calls out of the blue. If you would be concerned if you found the same markings on his skin. You choke at the thought. 

“Yes, it was him,” you answer, eyes shut, listening to his scoff. 

“Fuck,” Rafe whispers, “Where did it happen?”

Your eyes remain squeezed shut, and all you can see is Campbell's face. How angry he was, how he tightened his grip on your throat and watched as you couldn’t breathe. The feeling of not being strong enough weighing on you, knowing you could never fight him off successfully. 

“Last night,” you whimper, “In the parking lot.”

“Fuck,” he repeats, louder this time. He stops pacing and sinks down on his knees on the floor, resting his hands on your thighs from where you sit on the edge of his bed. You open your eyes and meet his, finding comfort in the fact that those blue eyes are on you. As if when they are, nothing bad can happen to you.

“It’s okay,” your voice is barely audible now, because you’re too busy holding yourself together to focus on speaking. You don’t want to break in front of him. 

He shakes his head, “It’s not fucking okay, Y/N. He put his hands on you, marked your skin – fuck. How could anyone look at you and – shit, baby, I’m sorry, I should’ve been there, I should’ve–”

He trails off and collapses his head in your lap, which opens up your tears. You cry silently above him, your hand raking through his messy hair. His hands come underneath your knees and pull you closer and closer, until he looks back up at you with red, water lined eyes. 

“It’s not your fault,” you murmur, “You’re not responsible for what happened.”

“Come here,” he demands softly, pulling you down into his lap on the floor. You obey, letting his arms wrap around you and your thighs rest on either side of his body. He reaches up and uses his thumbs to brush the tears away from your cheeks, then kisses the tear streaks. You’re pulled closer by him when his hands meet your back, and your face rests on his shoulder. 

“I just wanted to feel close to you,” you explain through tears, “Because you’re not like him.”

He exhales a long, deep breath at that, guiding one hand up to your hair and stroking through it.

“Look at me,” he whispers, watching as you pull back to do so, “Look at me, baby. I’m saying no. But not because I don’t want to or because of this in any way, but because I want you to want me the same way I want you. Not because of some asshole who put his hands on you. I don’t want it to be about him. I want it to be about us.”

You nod in understanding, but you know he sees the fresh tears well up in your eyes. You can’t help but wonder if he thinks you’re damaged now. Broken in some way.

“I understand,” you nod, placing your hands on his shoulders and moving to stand. 

“No,” he latches onto your waist, “Wait. Please. I’m not rejecting you, Y/N. I’m not. Do you understand that?”

“I said, I understand,” you reply, wiping a stray tear, “I’m just ready to go home.”

Despite your declaration, you settle back into him and let out a breath you’d been holding when he leans forward and nuzzles his head into your neck. He kisses over each mark, pulling you only closer on his lap, which makes your tears fall once more. 

“Stay,” he whispers against your skin, “Stay with me. You’re safe here.”

Your eyes close. I know I am, you think, I know I am, because I’m with you. 

“Rafe–”

“Please,” he insists, “So I know you’re okay.”

He pulls back then, meeting your eyes and begging you with them. You nod, which is when he leans forward and brings his lips to yours ever so carefully. You cup his cheek with your hand as he kisses his feelings into you; his care, his kindness, his apology. 

“Okay,” you agree when he pulls back. 

He pecks your lips at the agreement, then moves to stand. He places you back on the edge of his bed and rises silently, walking over to his dresser and removing a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt. 

Your eyes never leave his as he walks back to you and hands them over with a small smile. 

“You can get changed and washed up first, if you want,” he points to his bathroom, “There’s an extra toothbrush under my sink.”

Of course there is, you smile, Of course he’s considerate of people he doesn’t even know are staying over yet. 

You do as he says, stepping into his bathroom and closing the door behind you. Despite wanting to, you do not look in the mirror, because you don’t want to see the bruises or the way you must look right now. Instead, you change and brush your teeth, then hurry back out. 

You set your clothes on his desk, where he’d folded your shirt already, and give him a weak smile when he sees you. 

“Be right out,” he promises with a kiss to your forehead. 

You lay down on his bed once he closes his bathroom door, just taking in his room. Secretly, you love the fact that he wore his hair how you requested and most likely cleaned up his room just because you asked to see it. 

When he comes out, sporting a tee shirt and shorts, he smiles at your smile. 

“Did you clean your room for me?” you ask him. 

He pulls the blankets back, and you squirm underneath them. 

“I did,” he admits, “Just a little bit. I’m not messy or anything.”

He climbs into bed and lays down on his side, facing you. You stare into those blue eyes and smile. 

“No, you’re not,” you whisper. 

He smiles at that, “Do you think it would be okay if I put my arm around you?”

Your heart freezes in your chest at that, and you’re nodding before you can think of a verbal response. He extends his arm and you scoot closer to him, remaining still while he shifts so he’s flat on his back and ushering you to put your head on his chest. Your body molds to him with an ease you don’t recognize, but the task of breathing becomes easier. 

“That’s better,” he says quietly, “Wake me up if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Rafe,” you grasp his shirt in your hand. 

“Get some sleep,” he answers. 

You close your eyes, unable to remember the last time you fell asleep within minutes of laying down. You only think about it for a bit, because before you know it, you’re out like a light.

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[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by the absolutely lovely @staceymcgillicuddy and my wondrous darling @pearlypairings - thank you both! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

15, 13 of which are complete and the last two very nearly finished. 😭

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

365,528 and counting. I’m a rambler!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Stranger Things… nothing else has grabbed my attention quite the way s4 did.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

With a Little Help From My Friends (my ultra-long found family fic)

Why Should I Cry For You (that one surprised me, it came from way behind!)

Not-so-iron Maiden (Eddie & Max sibling supremacy)

Tattoos and Trash Talk (Eddie and El bonding)

the shield and the shepherd (my very first fic! Eddie and Chrissy falling in love without Vecna in the way)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I’m absolutely tickled every time somebody likes something I wrote enough that they take the time to leave me a comment about it. I’ve even made a few friends that way!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Into the Shining Sun? Even then, it’s angst with a very hopeful note to it. There’s enough angst in my real life; I like everything in my fics to turn out okay.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

So far, With a Little Help, because it ended with Eddie and Chrissy’s wedding!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, I haven’t. I honestly think it will break my heart if it ever happens. I stumbled completely by accident across a post here on tumblr hating on GreatMage and I literally cried about that for two days. (Shameful!)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, I live firmly in the fluff zone. All of my fics are rated a very mild T.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Haven’t tried one yet, but maybe someday, if I can think of a good idea!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. How would I even know that? 🤔

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but @pearlypairings and I have kicked around a few fun ideas and someday we are going to make Clarkelley happen!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

This is a nearly impossible question.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I’ve only got two WIPs and they’re both almost done, so— none!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Omg, I don’t even know, honestly. Umm… I guess building friendships and relationships between characters?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Anything outside of my comfort zone. I have a tiny little box I tend to stay in, and refuse to even try branching out.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

With the help of Google Translate, I’ve scattered some bits of Welsh dialogue here and there throughout Next Time I Fall. Apparently I got most of it wrong. So I don’t think I’ll try any other languages unless I’m actually familiar with them!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably X-Files? And then there was that random embarrassing NSYNC stuff… we won’t talk about that. Those were all just scribbled in old journals, though. I never actually posted anything publicly until I found Ao3 last year.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think each one is my favorite while I’m working on it! But I think I have to say Next Time I Fall, because the response to it was so much more than I expected, and people’s engagement with and investment in the story has given me so much joy.

Randomly tagging @tnmdfhgkg @saltyseagoat83 @sokkas-first-fangirl

and for anyone else who sees this and feels like sharing, 🫵 *boop* I tag you!

#stranger things fanfiction #ao3 writer #hellcheer #greatmage #fluffy fic #losty writes

[mmingooo]

pressure || lee minho

❥𓂃𓏧 warnings: mentions of academic/work stress (it’s not really specified which)

❥𓂃𓏧 pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

❥𓂃𓏧 word count: 0,5k words

❥𓂃𓏧 notes: wrote this while being stressed so this is kinda (very) self indulgent, enjoy <3

not proofread.

masterlist.

please make sure to reblog and if you want to, drop a comment!

the tension and pressure you felt in your head was killing you, it came from a few issues you couldn’t solve a few hours ago that you in fact, managed to fix. you expected the pressure to disappear after the relief of having solved what was troubling you, but it was not going away. you had tried everything, you took a shower, you relaxed on your couch, you drank tea, drank water, tried meditating, but nothing seemed to work.

had you forgotten something?, no, you went back to check everything, and all was indeed solved, so, what is it?

you were trying meditating once again as a desperate attempt to get this tension to stop, when you heard the front door open.

you opened your eyes halfway and threw your boyfriend a small smile, and went back to paying attention to the soft voice that was guiding the meditation.

“um-”

“sh”, you brought your finger to your lips, stoping minho from saying whatever he was gonna say, “i’m trying to concentrate”

“but-”

“sh”, you shushed him once again.

“i-”

“minho i swear to god if you don’t stop talking and join me i’ll kick you out”, you say with your eyes still closed.

you hear him put his stuff down on the diner table and feel the couch dip beside you, his left knee touching your right one, and he takes a deep breath.

after 20 minutes, the video ends and your head is still killing you, what the hell are you doing wrong?!

you rub your face and stay with your hands covering your face, soft tears begin accumulating on your eyes, maybe crying might work?

your body begins shaking and you let out soft sobs.

minho doesn’t say anything, instead he wraps his arms around you and lays you two back into the couch and rocks you.

he leaves loving kisses on your forehead and temple, and after a few minutes you feel your body begin to relax under minho’s hold.

“you wanna talk about it?”, minho asks while intertwining your fingers with his.

“i… had a kinda stressful day… no, i had a very stressful day with a bunch of little problems i had to solve that no one else wanted to deal with, and i managed to solve them,” minho drops another kiss on your temple, “and when a came home, i still had this pressure in my head i had been feeling the whole day, and i tried everything, the only thing i didn’t try was working out, but i’m not about to do that because that is not me”

minho laughs and says, “yeah, the only people who actually enjoy working out are chan and changbin”

“yeah! honestly how do they even do it? i begin dreading going to the gym before i even put on my working out clothes, they really are weird”

“and they stay there for hours too”

“oh my god yes!, imagine being covered in sweat for hours and not even being bothered by it, anyway, so i tried meditating, two times actually, might i add, and the pressure still wouldn’t go away, so i guess i cried because of the frustration”

“and did it work?”

“not really, but it worked when you hugged me”, you say looking up from your place in his shoulder.

“so you wanna keep cuddling?”

“yes please”, you smile and peck his lips.

“alright honey, let’s stay as long as you’d like”

#ꕥ stray kids #ꕥ lee know #stray kids #stray kids x reader #lee know #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids angst #stray kids lee know x reader #stray kids lee know #lee know x gn!reader #lee minho fluff #skz #skz lee know

[lythea-creation]

Crushing The Voice - Wanda x fem reader x Natasha

summary: Will your girlfriends be able to crush the voice in your head that just never seems to stop putting you down?

warnings: self-harm (choking), mentions of past self-harm (cutting), please look out for yourself!!!

word count: 836

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? Yes

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I had always had this little voice inside my head. At least I could not remember a time where it had not been.

The voice that was telling me that I was not good enough, that every good thing happening to me was only an illusion ready to burst at any time, without a warning.

Sometimes the voice was quiet enough to drown it out. But sometimes it got so loud that everything else faded into the background.

The only thing that could make the voice go silent then was a strong stimulus. So my mind would not have another chance than to concentrate on the more eminent threat.

So I could not help myself but cut it all of. The voice, the oxygen and therefore the ability to breathe, to provide my body with the oxygen it so desperately needed.

The grip around my throat was incredible tight. Honestly I had never expected to have such strong hands. But panic and desperation were giving you unknown abilities.

I was not sure what I was feeling while choking. Panic, relief, numbness. Maybe a strange mixture of all of them.

When the door to the bedroom suddenly opened it all started to twist into panic.

Wanda and Natasha did not know about my choking. They had been so relieved when I had finally managed to stop cutting a few months ago. It had taken a long time for them to trust me that I would not hurt myself when they were not around. Them seeing me doing it again now, just in another way, would ruin everything we had achieved.

Nevertheless I could not get myself to stop despite knowing that one of them would definitely find out now.

Due to my tears the lack of air my vision had already begun to turn blurry, my attention was not focused at all.

I just noticed my girlfriend's approach when it was too late. Her arm had slung around mine, trying to get me to stop.

Out of reflex I hurled her away from me. Once again my insane strength surprised me as I heard her hit the wall.

Now the urge to choke moved to the background as I realized what I had done. I had hurt her.

I hurried over to my girlfriend, my vision slightly returning back to normal, thanks to the oxygen entering my body. Now I could see Wanda in front of me.

“I'm so sorry”, I cried.

Although I should be able to breathe just fine now, it still felt like no air was reaching my lungs as my panic increased. And all of a sudden it did not bring any relief anymore.

Desperately I intended to help Wanda up.

She did not hesitate to take my hands, but did not really put any weight on them while standing up. She had just wanted to get close to me.

“Hey, it's okay”, she reassured me, pulling me closer.

I could hear that her voice was trembling as well, but I could not quite understand why.

She gave me a few seconds to hug her back, before tightening the embrace.

I was sobbing so heavily that I ironically could barely breathe.

Actually I did not even notice Natasha entering the room as well, until she placed her hand on my shoulder.

“I'm sorry”, I repeated on and on, whenever my body gave me the chance to between my sobs.

After a felt eternity my crying finally subsided and my girlfriends led me over to our bed to sit down.

I was leaning against Natasha as Wanda was caressing my hand.

“I'm sorry”, I claimed for the last time. “Please don't hate me now.”

“Why would we hate you?”, Natasha questioned, taking off guard.

“You just started trusting me again and what do I do? I betray your trust. I even hurt Wanda”, I proposed.

“I'm okay, love”, Wanda promised. “You were upset. It's partly my fault as well for startling you. Let's not obsess about it, okay?”

“And we could never hate you”, Natasha added. “We love you way too much for that.”

“We've managed to get through such a situation once. We can do it again. Together, alright?”, Wanda inquired.

“You deserve better”, I mumbled.

“We deserve better?”, Nat wondered. “You're one of the most incredible people I know. Just because you're struggling to cope in a healthy way doesn't mean you aren't worthy of love. Or would you want us to hate ourselves for what we've done in our past? Because that's a part of us we can't change either. We can only try to work on ourselves and do better in the future. How can you expect any more than that from yourself?”

“You're all we want, (f/n)”, Wanda chimed in, a beautiful smile adorning her face. “And we'll tell you that as often as you need to hear it to make the voice inside your head stop.”

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Hey, that was a heavy one again! What do you think about it?

#marvel #natasha romanoff x fem reader #wanda maximoff x fem reader #fem reader #lgbtqia #angst #romance #mentions of self harm #self h@rm

[omegaworld]

Pirate Queen [Alpha Luffy x omega reader] - part 3 - extra

 Important to understand the context

I have 50 followers now so I decided to make this extra one for you! I hope you like it! (^///^)

Part 1, Part 2 - Final, Part 3 - Extra

Word count: 1072

Spoiler for those who haven't finished the Wano arc yet

___

(After Luffy defeats Kaido and the Straw Hats leave Wano)

(What will happen is totally taken from my imagination and does not follow the manga)

After leaving Wano the Straw Hats decided to go to the island of the Kujas to offer them protection since Hancock was no longer a shichibukai. If it was before everyone was sure that Sanji would be delirious, but since Natsuko's arrival he remained serious and dedicated to the recovery of his omega.  

After about a month of traveling they finally arrive at Amazon Lily and Y/n was eager to meet all the friends her alpha had made on the island. As soon as they disembark on the island Luffy is surrounded by a horde of women and Y/n laughs, there was no doubt that Luffy was adored.

'Luffyyyyyy!' a voice comes up and the crowd splits to let a woman through. Y/n tilts her head in confusion as the woman grabs Luffy burying him in her chest and starts pouring out loving names. She didn't like it, why was that omega so close to her Luffy?

Y/n follows with the crew while Luffy is led further ahead by the band of women, a few others stay behind and accompany them filling them with questions. In celebration of their arrival a large banquet has been prepared, Y/n tries to put aside that feeling, but every time he looks at Luffy that woman is touching him in some way. Couldn't she see that he was hers? Unfortunately the cape Luffy was wearing accidentally covered the mark and it was bothering her tremendously.

Brook and Franky's conversation finally distracts Y/n from the scene, but perhaps it would have been better if it hadn't. They both comment on how beautiful the pirate empress is and when she questions them they explain that she is considered a goddess, an omega who due to her akuma no mi was not affected by the alphas, the most beautiful woman in the world and that all men fall in love just by looking at her. Again that feeling inside her stirred, Luffy was a man Y/n think looking at him. Was he in love with her too?

Shaking her head Y/n stands up, she needed to get some air.

___

Sitting on one of the slopes tears streamed down her face without even really knowing why, she had never felt this way before. Not even when she didn't know him yet had she doubted that she wasn't good enough for her alpha or if he wanted her, but now... Hancock was pretty? The most beautiful? So did that mean Luffy thought she was prettier than her too?

But she was his mate, she should be the one he thought was prettier. They were marked. That meant he couldn't trade her for Hancock, right?

___

Luffy was enjoying himself at the banquet when suddenly he stops making Hancock question him, his nose twitches at the absence of Y/n's scent and looking around he realizes that she is not in sight. He gets up and stops Hancock from following him by saying he'll be right out.

He follows his mate's scent only to find her crying. Luffy's inner alpha panics as he runs to her 'Mega' he calls out fondly holding her cheeks gently with his hands and making her look at him 'Who did this?? I'm going to beat the crap out of them!!!'

Y/n cringes and Luffy realizes he spoke a little rudely. Taking a deep breath he pulls her onto his lap purring to calm her down as she clings to him and cries harder 'P-please' 'What mega?' the alpha asks worriedly 'Don't trade me for the world's most beautiful omega' 'Ehhh?' Luffy asks tilting his head extremely confused 'how can I trade you for yourself?'  

Blushing Y/n sniffles and wipes her tears 'It's not me. Everyone says Hancock is' 'I don't say that' Luffy says seriously and still very confused as he looks at the omega in his arms. Y/n laughs, for a moment she had almost forgotten that Luffy was just like that, always sincere, something she loved about him.

'Yeah right' she smiles and he returns the smile seeing her happy. The alpha holds her face wiping her tears away and kissing them before kissing her on the lips. Why was she so worried anyway? Luffy was her mate, the one who promised to love and care for her always and he always keeps his promises.

As they pull away from the kiss Y/n sighs hugging Luffy and burying her nose in his neck 'Sorry alpha, I guess that omega was just too close to what's mine' 'Hancock?' He asks and she nods still hiding in his neck 'But it's still yours' He laughs and she pulls away to nuzzle her nose against his 'Yeah right' Y/n pulls away looking a little at Luffy's hidden mark 'I guess she just couldn't see it'.

He is confused until he suddenly brings his hand to his neck and can feel the brand covered and frowns at not realizing that the brand he usually proudly displays was now covered. Stepping back a little he removes the cloak leaving the mark visible again 'Now everyone can see shishishishishi' S/n laughs with him before he stands up and places his hat on her head extending his hand to her 'Shall we go back?' She agrees and they both walk hand in hand back to the banquet.

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This time Luffy didn't let go of her, he brought her to his seat and sat her between his legs filling her with treats and giving her a taste of everything he considered good, meaning all the food.

Nami who had seen Y/n leave smiled as she saw the scene, at least in one thing her captain was not such an idiot. On the other hand, Hancock almost had a fit when he saw Luffy enter with Y/n 'Luffy, honey, who is it?' 'This is Y/n my mate' Luffy announces proudly. The older woman notes the already healed bond marks on both their necks and the kujas had to hold the empress to keep her from falling n the ground.  

All the women perked up upon hearing that Luffy had a mate and buried us in questions very excited to meet her.

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In the distance Hancock watched the scene with anger and childish tears in his eyes. Grandma Nyon sighs at the behavior of the current empress 'I warned you it would go wrong. You already knew you were not his mate.'

#omegaworld #Omega #omegaverse #Alpha x Omega #omega x alpha #alpha/beta/omega AU #Alpha #alpha luffy #alpha luffy x reader #alpha luffy x omega reader #monkey d luffy #boa hancock #nami #chopper #brook #sanji #ginbe #robin #franky #ussop #zoro #one piece #One Piece Fanfiction #one piece oc #one piece fanfic

[voidcat-senket]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @hxhhasmysoul and @subdee!! <3 <3 <3 who are both v lovely go like. look at their blogs. anyway

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

.161

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

520,484 - 27% of that is one fic looool

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now just HxH and SW:Fallen Order series. Sherlock and Star Trek AOS were big ones too

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Closing the Space (Between Us) - again its 27% of my wordcount! It deserves it! the Hunter x Hunter Killugon Reunion fic of my dreams. I am SO PROUD of this one I have handed it to irl friends! On purpose! My partner got me a physical copy for Xmas 2021!

2. Crying Over Yuuri - a Kyou Kara Maou! fic, which is a fandom I am amazed is still being read. It's a Wolfram POV fic where he, you got it, cries over Yuuri. Pretty fluffy ending. I credit the numbers to the fact that not a lot of fic gets written for KKM anymore so it doesn't disappear under all the new stuff

3. Not Unusual - A ST:AO3 Academy Era McKirk. Bones gets a bunch of clues to something going on with Jim... he gets it a little wrong, Jim freaks out because this man has Issues, but it resolves in the end. I wrote this one as a pinch-hit for an exchange back when I was still RPing Jim Kirk @thewinningscenario

4. 5+1: Are They Or Aren't They? - Somehow my Mystrade (Sherlock BBC) still gets hits with fair regularity and I'll never understand why. It's definitely not my best work but it's cute! 5 times people weren't sure if Mycroft and Lestrade are dating, and the time they know (because they receive a wedding invitation!!)

5. One Flew East, One Flew West - a Killugon Modern AU in which Killua and Gon meet at a Psychiatric Recovery Center, with Kurapika as another patient and Leorio as a therapist. written for HxHBB2020. I'm very fond of this one. It makes me cry <3 I'm so happy there's so much fandom diversity in these! (The next 11 are all either HxH or Sherlock, l o l )

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I wish I could say I did! I mean to! Sometimes I am not in a good place so I mean to do it later and then I forget..... whoof. I am so thankful for each and every review, and I want to repay that!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I wrote a LOT of fics in my teens where people died (not all of them are on A03, it didn't exist at the time. I'm not giving you my ff.net ;) ) Surely, one of them! More recently, I wrote a Dragon Age: Inquisition Lavellan/Dorian in response to Dorian preemptively breaking up with me (rude!) that is Pretty Hecking Angsty. It's tagged "hurt no comfort"

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Closing the Space (Between Us) did so much work to get where it was, and they ended up with Everything! My boys <3 (And Alluka)

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Very rarely! I'm pretty lucky in life that I don't get hate generally. Maybe it's because I'm not Out There enough but- who cares! People are nice and sweet and lovely mostly, and I love writing fanfic for/with them :3

9. Do you write smut?

Sometimes it will appear in other fics. I don't really do PWPs, and smut itself is pretty rare because I don't include it unless it's... necessary? Kinda? Like if the story demands it. I personally only read smut in certain moods, so when smut's included I make it easy to skip, but it certainly exists

10. Do you write crossovers?

It depends! In my Sherlock days I had a Sherlock/Stargate Atlantis crossover series and a Sherlock in the HP universe series, but I haven't done any recently.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! I heard people copy fics over to Wattpad sometimes but I've never looked. I'm not usually in MegaFandoms anyway, so I don't think I'm in any real danger.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

YES!! A few different Sherlock ones! (I guess I was pretty well known in the Mystrade sphere?? IDK that was back on livejournal. Anyone else miss KinkMemes?) I think one got translated to Russian and one to Chinese. Both reached out to me and asked for permission first, which I of course granted! It's very flattering <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Way way way back in my teen years I cowrote a few times- one in YuGiOh and one in Fruits Basket with a high school friend. Recently I am technically cowriting a fic with @spyscrapper atm- I say technically because its really an rp l o l (Star Wars: Jedi Survivor Canon Divergent Spyscrapper, it's pretty hecking cool! And painful! :D ) I once cowrote a fic where the other author just like. eliminated my plotline. so. It's not always good, but it's still fun to try!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I refuse to pick One. Killugon (HxH), McShep (Stargate Atlantis), Seishirou/Subaru (Tokyo Babylon & X/1999) and any combination of McSpirk (Star Trek) have probably had the most long-lasting impact on me. And

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

I often feel like I should finish Pulling The Trigger because it's an interesting casefic and I like the thought of a mystery, but... it's 12 years old at this point, so...

16. What are your writing strengths?

Nature-themed metaphors and descriptions! And I feel like I have pretty strong character points of view! Oh, and angst. I'm good at angst. >:)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Planning 🙃 oops what's that. And I use adverbs too much! (but it's fun so I'll keep doing it)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It depends why! If a fic is from the POV of Character A and Character B is talking in a language they don't understand, for example, it's fine to use it (though please provide a translation for your reader!) The language switch has to be for a specific reason, and if the character understands it the reader should too. (In One Flew, Gon and Killua sometimes swap to Japanese to disguise their conversations from everyone else- I show that by changing their conversation to italics in most cases.) I definitely wrote a fic as a teen that had all Japanese because I was a weeb and... lol don't do that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Yugioh, 2001!! It was probably two paragraphs long hahaha

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Closing the Space (Between Us) for sure! God it's so good. I am begging people to read it. If you're going to read One Thing I have written in my entire life-so-far, please let it be that!!

"Tag 20 people:" that seems like a lot hahaha uuhh @spyscrapper @avtorsola @mmuffncakes @nightingalesighs @etoiline @iwishtocountthestars @unicorncoalition @shalnarkonice @missinkylace @thefledglingdm 10 is a reasonable number. but tbh if you wanna do it, do it, I wanna read ur response!

#ao3 meme #memes #fanfic #i made dis #ask meme

[melandrops]

20 Questions Writer Ask Game

Inspired by @thesymphonytrue

How many works do you have on ao3?

18

What's your total ao3 wordcount?

209,022

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

In published works I have 5:

DSMP/RPF (I count them as the same fandom even though they are tagged differently in my works)

Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse

Stranger Things

Legend of Zelda (BOTW/TOTK)

White Collar

I have wips in probably 2 or three other fandoms including Shadow and Bone, Purple Hyacinth and The Magnus Archives

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hey Lover (Pavitr/Hobie)

Three Rings (Karlnapity)

I'm not a praying man (but I'll kneel to that) (Pavitr/Hobie)

Dancing Barefoot (Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler)

We're Sleeping Together (Dnf)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Very rarely to be honest. If it's a mutual or someone I know or they give a comment that I think warrants a response (request, questions, etc) then I respond. Otherwise, I never know what to say and how to thank them for commenting without sounding like an automated message lmao. But if you have commented on my fics trust me I have happy screamed about you <3

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Love Causes Trouble. 60s/70s era dnf where george gets killed at the end. Very tragic I think.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the wildest one you've ever written?

Nah, no crossovers. I do have a hunger games/spiderverse idea, but I'm not sure if it will come to fruition.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, god bless. Which is a little surprising sometimes considering the amount of rpf I've written lmao. But my dsmp writing was never that popular so I should count my blessings.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure. I prefer quick and easy fade to blacks which I've done before, but occasionally I write smut.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I would be open to the idea. It would have to be a long fic if I did that.

What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh god. I've never written for it but ngl wolfstar has a soft spot in my heart. But there are so many and for the sake of not providing a documented list of everyone I've shipped before I'll leave it at that.

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

My Purple Hyacinth fic. I love it so far, but I just got so burnt out in the middle of working on it. And I have trouble picking up fics when I haven't touched them in too long. I still have it outlined and probably like 1/3 of the way done. So I'm holding out a sliver of hope. But realistically, I probably won't finish it.

What are your writing strengths?

Uhhh no idea. Over the years I've definitely seen a lot of improvement in my descriptive style. Showing, not telling. And I think I've gotten a lot better at making my writing compelling. The first time someone told me that my writing made them cry I also cried.

What are you writing weaknesses?

So much. 😭 I find that dialogue often runs away from me and I get sidetracked, or it sounds clunky and unnatural. Also characterization. I tend to want to make my characters 1 million percent soft and huggable and forgetting that they are quite flawed. Also plot. I can write out a series of vignettes like nobody's business but an actual plot is hard. I've only written something with a genuine plot a few times, and only one of those got published.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It's why I didn't include any of Pavitr speaking in Indian associated languages. I don't want to do a bad job on it, and would be too nervous about accidentally appropriating someone's culture. Or just generally making an ass out of myself by writing something silly. Maybe something to work on?

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Wrote and published? Dsmp. That fic has been deleted (it's for the best) but my first fic on my profile is still a dsmp work. Unpublished, my first fanfiction was probably for the Lunar Chronicles. Specifically Cress and Thorne.

What's your favorite fic you've ever written?

Love Causes Trouble

It is not the most popular of my fics by a long shot, but it's one of my favorites. If I went back and rewrote it there are a lot of things I would change about it. A lot. It's very imperfect but I'm just such a slut for 60s/70s queer love, for artists and writers falling in love and for tragic endings. A bit kill your gays, but I'm at peace with that.

If not for you (I couldn't get off this floor)

I also like this one because it has a few personal ties to me and because it got such a good reception. I got so many comments saying that this helped them process their grief or it was really cathartic to read so it means a lot to me.

I'm tagging a few people but please feel free to continue the game, even if I didn't tag you.

@avi17 @maybeebeee @wulfspyd3r @sunkraken

[fezwearingjellybananas]

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🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

I don't know if I've ever fully cried (I say I'll cry about a lot of things, but actually in real life I don't that much), but I do have a happy excited little wiggle if I get a long comment on something. You've definitely left some that have made me emotional.

As for laughs, I got one once that was just calling Barry an overgrown gazelle child and that did make me laugh. And if I get an email that says @avatarskywalker78 has left a comment on a fic featuring Eobard I do get excited to find out the insult being thrown at him this time (he deserves all of them the wanker)

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Yeah, I filled a prompt and the prompt itself I think maybe they were actually hoping for character bashing which I'm not into, and they didn't seem impressed they asked a person who writes predominantly short, dialogue heavy fics to write something and got a short, dialogue heavy fic out of it. It was this quick succession of guest comments all with different names but I don't think they realised I could actually see the hit counter was not going up as the comments were so it seemed safe to assume it was just one person, presumerably the prompter since they used the same name as they had initially to leave the first not hate comment. They are currently still on the fic, I haven't actually managed to go back to that fic to delete them, I don't want to have to see them and I have to to press the delete button.

I also feel like "constructive criticism" can very easily fall into hate, a lot of people leave out the constructive part, it's just picking holes in what's there, and they very rarely actually want to have a conversation, they just want to tell you what you're doing wrong. I had a spate of a few on the rude end on ffn, had a panic attack about it, now I no longer have fics on ffn and that did mean some got lost because I didn't get around to transferring them all the AO3 before panicking and I do regret losing a few of them now.

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention?

The Questing Flower I knew as I was writing it it was not going to get much, it's a gen fic, gen fic never gets the attention ship fic does (gen is my most common category and if you sort my work by hits you have to go to page 3 to find the first gen fic), it's a long, fantasy AU (Iris is the main character, it's her on a quest), it was just never going to be a fic that got much and that is what I knew would happen. It's a fic I wrote it for me, I was the one who wanted to read it, and I got a few really nice comments on top of that too so I am very happy about that, but I really loved writing that fic so I think there was this little hope while I was writing it that I didn't really let myself acknowledge that maybe it could defy my expectations.

Thank you!

[Asks]

#replies #shrinkthisviolet #*

[localplaguenurse]

Hello it's me again here to yell at you some more about gold as ginkgo because WHAT IS YOUR WRITING???? OMG I'm at ch23 already and so much has happened fcvhbjknklml amazing storytelling!!

Now this is gonna get a biiiit personal mayhaps sorry if that makes you uncomfy maybe?? But I just want to express how much I *adore* the way you portray the protag's anxiety and particularly the internal conflict of coming out of a toxic relationship.

this paragraph, this one in particular got me literally crying. I kid you not I started weeping and then went to talk to my besties because it's so real it hit me so hard. I'm sorry many people can relate of course but I in particular I'm just coming out (~5 months or so) of a 12+ year old toxic relationship and I've been struggling SO HARD, really so hard. And that made me feel validated, that made me feel like yes it's a thing it's normal. (I too had straight up panic attacks that left me with hands shaking and crying)

It looks eerily a lot like something I'd told my best friend weeks ago

anyway idk I just want to say your writing is amazing, the pacing, the characterization. I love that wifey doesn't just "get over" things or "get better" int he way it's usually portrayed, it's organic and slow and she falls back into negative thoughts and stutters and gets anxious but they ARE getting better in the little things, in the confidence, in the healing, in the feeling comfortable.

And it's not just that, the social anxiety, the nonbinary struggle, the feel that you're annoying others and have to be hyper independent never asking for help. I may not fully relate to all of them but you do make them important on the story and I feel like you portray them all so well.

And Gods, Morax/Zhongli is so nice lmao <3 need me a partner like that //hit that is SUPER self-indulgent love it. He's all kind and patient and loving and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ;w; I love him your honor <3<3<3

Aaaaanyway loved their outing to the city, love Li Lei's character, loved wifey slowly growing out of their shell, love Morax fucking crashing injured in the middle of the night during a storm and Xiao and the panic and everything, the whole dealing with the Abbes CHILL MAN LITERALL CHILLS OMG. Love the golden smoke yes it is your signature ehe <3

(as a side note, I remember a lot of chapters ago this scene with Morax commenting about a storm incoming and then dissapearing and I was like.... is this some weird ass mandela effect or am I crazy bc I specifically remember this lore of dragons getting horny during the rain but NAAAHHH NO WAY the fic isn't going on that direction Crys pls chill your horny brain BUT THEN HAHAHAHA GUESS WHO WAS LOWKEY RIGHT??? I DID READ EYE OF THE STORM TOO TO BE FAIR. Also on the same line of my horny brain so sorry for this but wigey being so asdfcvhbnjmk about praise and compliment has me going PRAISE KINK PRAISE KINK MORAX PLS!!!!//HIT)

ok that's enough this got way too long I apologize I got emotional n cried again I LOVE YOUR FIC!!!!!

I am going to get emotional, I'm getting the like heavy feeling in my eyes of "oh tears! may be soon!"

I'm also gonna get a little personal because it also ties in with the fic and just, y'know, if we're sharing then I'm gonna share too.

I've said numerous times that wifey's experiences with anxiety stem from my own. I was also writing this fic during a few very difficult parts of my life so I really leaned HARD into those aspects of their character. Something I also mentioned a few times is that I used to write stuff on wattpad, I got burnt out, and then I didn't post fic for five years (which now that I think of it, technically not true because I did post some things on amino back in high school, but y'know). I never really stopped writing, though. Gave me room to experiment and because I'm A) a lifelong fan of the dark and macabre (even though I'm actually a bit of a chicken baby), and B) very depressed/anxious, naturally I leaned more into darker writing. I liked to make it a point of writing happy endings but I would put my charcters through the fucking wringer.

I was also a huge people pleaser in high school that didn't know how to make friends aside from the ones I already had. You can imagine how fucking devastated I was when one day, fuckin completely out of the blue, I was booted from my friend group. I only had like five friends and I kept two of them after that shit. One of those friends was a girl I had known since first grade. For the next two years right up until covid hit I was like "well fuck, Charlotte, guess you've only got two friends now. It's only a matter of time before they get sick of you too." It took me maybe a year for me to realize it wasn't my fault that the people I trusted turned out to be shitty, and it wasn't until like a year or two ago that I was able to actually open up and talk about that shit because I've been terrified to actually be vulnerable with people since then.

That's only like some of my damage, I've also got the eldest daughter and "ah fuck I think I'm undiagnosed neurodivergent" trauma. Two for one combo! Love it here!

So, yeah, I got pretty good at writing and specifically writing about people dealing with toxic relationships. Part of it is venting, part of it is wanting to raise awareness for these things, and part of it is just, idk, I like writing this stuff. I'll write whatever if it's interesting enough.

Anyways, thank you so much!!! There's more I could go on about but that's spoilers, so I just wanna say I'm really really happy you like what I've done! Put my heart and soul into this baby. Also yes this is horrifically self indulgent lmao, this fic was like entirely catered to me and my beta reader and apparently everyone else is into it.

I hope your day or night is well, whatever time it is where you are!

#ask #as gold as the ginkgo trees #crys!

[friendship-sparkles]

I posted 66 times in 2022

That's 66 more posts than 2021!

11 posts created (17%)

55 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spacedust-rp

@discordslair

@twilightssparkle

@bunnihugs

@asktwilighteclipse

I tagged 62 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#twilight sparkle roleplay - 42 posts

#my little pony - 40 posts

#mlp roleplay - 32 posts

#mlp rp blog - 27 posts

#twilight sparkle - 24 posts

#mlp rp - 23 posts

#twilight sparkle rp - 11 posts

#ic - 7 posts

#my little pony roleplay - 6 posts

#friendship-sparkles - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 92 characters

#i'm here for the nostalgia and i was too young for all this online rolepplaying at the time!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

oh, twilight—.. oh my goodness. have you seen angel bunny around?

Angel Bunny? He's not with you? Lemme guess: he didn't wanna eat his veggies and ran away again?

5 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#4

Hello! I am Layla and my main blog is @arabianflowers! This is a roleplay blog for the character Twilight Sparkle from the My Little Pony franchise by Hasbro and Lauren Faust! My Little Pony was my favorite show when I was little and meant a lot to me. Twilight Sparkle was always my favorite, and when I saw a few My Little Pony roleplay blogs circulating on Tumblr, I couldn't resist making a blog for my favorite purple princess!

My rules for roleplaying are listed below!

RULES

1.) Be kind! That should go without saying.

2.) Do not post inappropriate messages or images.

3.) Do not spam.

4.) Please refrain from swearing or using vulgarity in any way.

5.) I do not roleplay NSFW (Not Safe For Work) content. This is strictly prohibited.

6.) Twilight is not Muslim, but I am, so there are certain things that I might be uncomfortable with roleplaying even though my character is not Muslim. Please be considerate. I do not expect everyone to know about Islam, so I am more than happy to specify my rules and boundaries in that respect if need be.

PREFERENCES

1. I will roleplay any canon version of Twilight! I love everything about her!

2. I prefer to roleplay in third person, but I also like to roleplay limited, typing as if I am the character, and I am flexible about the way that I roleplay, so I am open to discussion.

3. I mainly play the canon compliant version of Twilight, but I do not mind canon divergent scenarios. Just discuss it with me first and I'll see if I want to do it.

4. If you want to roleplay with me, then comment or interact with this post! You can also private message me, but I would prefer for you to request on my blog and then we can take it to private message.

5. I do not track my roleplays and replies, nor am I picky about the way that people organize their blog. If we begin a roleplay and you respond a week or a month later, I will still try to keep the roleplay going! If I have lost the drive or inspiration, I will let you know. All of my posts are also fully available to interact with, so don't be shy to comment or reblog! Roleplay is supposed to be fun, so don't stress yourself out! As long as you follow my rules you'll be all set!

That's it! Have fun!

Sincerely,

Layla

6 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

#3

Are you actually a princess? Because If you are your terrible at your job.

Uh...who are you?

8 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#2

Solar: my name is solar eclipse and this is my body mate twilight sparkle

ANOTHER TWILIGHT? Wow, this is interesting. Hi, Solar! And...me?

9 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“ what did that asshole do to you?! stay here, i’ll go kick his ass! ” - Rainbow Dash (from @spacedust-rp )

Twilight Sparkle dried her tears, embarrassed that she had been caught crying. She did her best to put up a tough front as always. "No," she cried. "Rainbow, come back!"

Who had told Rainbow Dash about what one of the townsponies did to her? This was not going to end well.

32 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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