#I think I might have accidently sent anon hate???

[yuri-is-online]

tragedy anon back again w u guess it!!! More tragedy!!! Im thinking rn of a Yuu who was always going to die in the end. Like being sent back to their world is the equivalent to a death sentence, and they can't stay in TWST because time always loops and they feel like shit for trapping everyone in a moment when they could all be living their lives if not for them.

Yuu who has always been doomed from the start.... Like maybe yuu has been framed for a crime back in their prev world and when they do come back their execution will commence or maybe it's the apocalypse and when they do come back it's truly only a matter of time when they die. Thinking of the TWST boys who goes to visit them only to find nobody..... But traces of them.... Though I feel like the first scenario is more brutal, imagine you go visit your friend and not only are they dead but they were sentenced to death for a crime you know damn well they did not commit and everyone else is rejoicing.

Rejoicing that they're gone. Rejoicing at the fact that they all had KILLED them. Did Yuu know this was going to happen? If they did why had they not told them?! (they will never know, no one ever will because no one ever asked when they were alive if they were alright and they sure as hell will never get an answer because Yuu is dead and they are gone. Forever. )

:3

Ah tragedy annon, my Billy Shakes if you will, this made me THINK think. Doomed (hehe dyuumed) by the narrative is such a sexy trope. "If you were dead at the end of the story you were dead since the beginning" my beloved.

The main thing that made me think is that in country's that have the death penalty there's typically a lengthy appeals process + a ban on sentencing minors to it, even if they were charged as an adult, that makes it hard for me to see that being Yuu’s situation. That being said I agree that would be an awful, awful thing to come see. I could see someone like Malleus, who hates seeing other people happy when he isn't and is prone to causing storm with his magic, going full Netflix Castlevania and starting an apocalypse in Yuu's world while bringing their body home to be laid in state in Briar Valley. It's his right as King of the Abyss after all. Someone like Riddle might try proving your innocence, thinking about how restoring your good name is all he can do while the Octatrio extract their own kind of justice.

The apocalypse Yuu scenarios are ones I like but haven't played around with much just because post apocalyptic settings aren't my jam but! I could see there being a lot of anger at this Yuu for not telling them their situation. Of course now that the boys are older, they can reflect on their behavior and know why Yuu said nothing. But it's easier to blame Yuu at first than accept that they're grieving. It would take them a long time to work through that I think.

My personal preference for scenarios like these involve Yuu being mortally injured before coming to Twisted Wonderland, either in an accident or an attack, that results in their death when they return. I've also played around with terminal illness that's temporarily cured by going to Twisted Wonderland (my own health issues have made me like that less :/) that Yuu isn't recovered from when they return. Either way Yuu is dead when their friends finally figure out a way to get to their world and they have no way of being there for them. And they have no one to blame but themselves... unless.

Unless...

Maybe they could re-set time again?

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #i like the idea of yuu being a murder victim whose case is currently going unsolved and they're just like #nonchalant about it #“i hope i get on buzzfeed unsolved” #“wait they don't do that anymore” #“hope i get on watcher” #“you hope you get what now” #I'm actually working on one cater fic that sort of takes that concept #and have a scene outlined with vil that deals with that too #but idk if i want that to be the point of the fic or if it would go in his “first impressions” fic #tragedy annon

[blucassiopeia]

hi! so in your main fic masterlist the preludes have a star next to each spinoff BUT Kuroo and Osamu have two. Osamu’s prelude is a two part story DOES this mean Kuroo has another part -yet to be released- too? 🤔🫣

also in the chapters list, after ch15/ch16 (don’t remember) all the preludes boys are listed: does it mean that’s where part of all the preludes stories take place (chronologically speaking)?🤔🫣🫢 Is that chapter Ran’s wedding?

i have yet to read Osamu’s prelude, but excluding Kags’ and Sakusa’s ones, Ran’s wedding day is one of the main topics on the spinoffs…

does it make sense? i dont know how to english anymore 😑

Also, while reading the warnings/tags i saw something interesting 🤨: Ran’s illness(?)…Is that why Kuroo is going to be up Ran’s ass so involved in Ran’s life even after she’s happily married with kids? at a certain point in her life, Ran was/is/will be ill 😷

im the anon that a while ago sent a long ask about the spinoffs and i was lowkey happy to see kuroo suffer 🤭

…so, im about to get - once again - in my kuroo angst hole 😬😬

reader (kuroo’s story) is not dying, bc you said she won’t. but she will get into an accident (saw your ask about your 2nd fic + the ideas you have for the plot - kuroo’s war flashbacks 🤭🫣). In the end of the kuroo spinoff i got a feeling that he realised he MIGHT be a little too late in accepting his own feelings towards reader (that’s why i thought she was dying) like they were already there but he REFUSED to accept them and at the same time by being so present in Ran’s life he kept fuelling his one-sided love towards Ran EVEN tho he knew from the beginning that he never had a chance with Ran (he asked this question to kenma if im not mistaken)

so giving my two cents to this 2nd story: the main couple is going to be kuroo x reader and time wise is going to be AFTER reader’s incident and we (readers) are going to know what happened through flashbacks (possibly from kuroo’s pov bc he saw with his own eyes what happened to reader) 🫣🤭

last thing: gut feeling (don’t know if it’s because you have hinted something/replied to someone) but Kuroo not so lowkey hates Osamu. Imagine if Ran got ill bc of Osamu 🤔🫣 like what has Osamu done to make him feel so guilty and wanting to redeem himself towards Ran 👁️👁️

sorry for the long ask

ps. wishing all the best to canon!Kuroo BUT the kuroo in your universe deserves all the angst until proven wrong (just bc he make reader suffer) 😇

oooooHhh the starss, you should listen to them, those are the soundtracks i listened while writing the preludes. you noticed the c2:saitama skies? it also has one already too.

the boys are listed because they'll be playing a big part of that scene after what happens there (also in Ran's life hskshwkhl), it'll be like a "breather" because the following chapters are heavy angst so i needed my readers to relax a lil bit then hit y'all in one go. noticed the last one being still empty? that's ran's hubby's special chap. so the scope of those chapters are from the moment they met ran, to the present [5 years after she got pregnant and got married].

yep, ran has illness, you should really read sakusa's prelude to give you a heads-up 🤣 and yes, that's one of the reason why kuroo's so involved, and i mean all of them too. but that's just not all of it. you'll know sooon.

OKOK, ill make myself very very clear, maybe i said kuroo's yn will die or she won't, just y'all to keep thinking about what i truly mean in that last scene of kuroo's. that last scene is in the last chapters of the fic. it'll be branded heavy angst so you should expect some.. ykyk.

AND OHHHHH, the 2nd fic [EIGHT] is relatively different. it's apart of the 1st fic in some sense but still connected. it's not a continuation of falling stars. you shouldn't confuse yourself with that for a while. we still have 20ish chaps before that. 🤣

[1st fic] i might've mentioned kuroo being on the same stage as osamu. so that's maybe a hint of what really happened/will happen. both of them deserves all the angst i have. ✌🤭 if you ever read vanilla twilight, you'll have a huge idea what their relationship with each other and with ran is.

about EIGHT [2nd fic], it's still ran x her plushie, but in a diff sense. kuroo and the others will still be there, and kuroo and osamu will still play a bigger role than the rest, and some of the characters too.

and kuroo hates osamu because of something that i made a fic about......... or something 🤭 and i just answered something related to this. osamu made a grave mistake, and kuroo knows about it, shirabu knows about it, tooru too, and maybe yuki too. the last line in osamu's prelude is a hint. and noooo, ran didn't get ill because of osamu 😭

you'll know in the ficcc, i'll be back after 1-2 months because i'll be away with no wifi access with me so....

thanks for collating your queries agaiiin. i had fun answering and spilling some infos for ya guys ❤

#fs spinoffs #kuroo angst #osamu angst #WAHAHAHAHAHA #😈 #okay #so evil #haikyuu angst

[bjornolf-bjarki]

Hello! I am the anon who asked who your fav hellsing ocs are. Who of these ocs do you think Sigrud would likely interact with or not? Which one of them would he see as friend/colleuge/enemy?

BEING EDITED AS THINGS CHANGE Thank you anon! I wish I knew who you were to say sorry for taking so long but I have most of the people I mentioned in your last post. I've talked to most of the people I mentioned in my post and have been talking to most of the others and getting their opinions on the matter. Some of them have not told me much yet or are even planning to RP with my oc! Which is pretty cool. I'll start with @hellogreyeyedathena:

Judith: The way Sigurd interacts with Judith is like a mischievous colleague would treat a new hire. Lots of pranks, hijinks, and all that crazy jazz. Over time she might come to respect him a lot more and come up with really clever pranks. At one point she'd probably trick him into thinking his tattoos are moving on their own while he's showering with her psychic powers and changing his perception of reality. She'd also find out that if she causes him to go off into a flight kind of mode, he'll probably leave a trail of destruction after he runs through the shower doors and streaks through a forest trying to run. Judith would take note to make sure he's not gonna break anything when she does it again. Also, he has to clean up after he's done being pranked. At first, she treats him like he's a bit of a joy to toy with since he's a bit of a himbo and even slides in cheeky under-the-radar flirty insults at him. Also, he's got a special relationship with Walter once we meshed both our AUs and speculated on how he'd react to Sigurd giving a reformed dark Walter blood freely and kinda teasing him. At some point, he rough-houses with Walter and gets hung upside down by his ankles. Walter then basically takes up his offer on blood and gets a few tastes in and is definitely "playing with his food". Their relationship from there on gets intimate in a way (I think?), which kinda surprises Judith but nonetheless is amused Sigurd doesn't mind though, if anything, Sigurd likes playing with fire>:3! Judith would tell Walter not to play with his food, though to be fair she probably found it more titillating than anything. One time Sigurd had probably annoyed her and that one example is when she sends him to the clown dimension for calling her "Judy" by accident. Don't worry he doesn't get hurt and it's not anything evil. (she really hates that one and Sigurd really hates clowns. Don't worry tho he brings his sword or knife with him next time if he gets sent there again). Apparently, Judith doesn't mind that he rubbernecks every now (his libido and hormones are out of whack because of his condition), and then since she likes to poke and prod at people bc of her flirty and trollish nature. Honestly, Sigurd likes to dress provocatively sometimes so he returns the favor.

Aside from that they basically become friends and whatnot. Though Hans is a bit protective of Judith but eventually trusts Sigurd to be around her. Walter would totally be the same way. Would this relationship ever get romantic? Judith is in a closed relationship with Hans and Walter so it is not very likely.

Overall though it's mainly a fun, friendly, yet mischievous relationship from what I can tell.

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Now it's time for @neet0 and her OCS!

Mika: This dude is a himbo too so they'll get along. But at first, Mika is distrustful and intimidated by him. Not because of his strength, but rather the fact that he's with Seras and they seem pretty close, in neet0's words he'd be thinking, "What's he got that I don't got?" it's not jealousy but it's a sense of something like a tug of war, a game, sport. Mika's never been able to have a serious relationship and still approaches it like a fling whereas he'd view it like a hunt. It would basically turn into a competitive relationship with him to try and see if one can win over Seras. Mika trying to win Seras' love and overcome Sigurd's place fair and square. In a twist, Sigurd just asks if he wants to join in on the relationship with him, Pip, and Seras because Seras told Sigurd she wanted to take on another lover if he was ok with it.

Thankfully, Sigurd is and knows that Mika wanted to give that love to her as well. Mika accepts and basically bearhugs him on the spot. They keep having these competitive bouts to outdo each other but it's all fun and games. They up the stakes too, whenever Sigurd loses, he willingly shares blood with Mika, forming a bond between the two and bringing them very close. If you watched Mika drink his blood you'd see that he'd grunt and blush, since he was willingly and lovingly giving blood Seras and Pip start noticing and is happy to see them coming closer together... though she's also curious. She could sense the bond between them and found that it was a lot like her romantic bond with Sigurd. She starts hatching a plan to get them even closer together... and she's sure the results will be very titillating. At this time Mika starts opening up about how his master, Ales was dying and that he feels so afraid of being alone or listless after one of the days Sigurd is training Mika to be a warrior like him. Sigurd comforts him and opens up about when his oldest brother died in his arms and tells him that he'll never be alone again since he's got the girl of his dreams and him as a friend (spoiler alert they aren't just bros) and then feeds him a larger amount of blood, nearly passing out until Mika pulls himself away, looking into his eyes, their psychic bond growing deeper and deeper. Sigurd had to admit to himself that he was quite charming, for a friend of course. Oh also Pip catches them and laughs (He knows how this ends up ;) ).

They have a pretty good bromance and things are alright, till one day Mika and Sigurd do a race down a hill when they finally have another "Hold my beer" moment when Seras wonders aloud which one of them would win a race (she totally eggs them on btw, she sees the chemistry like the mad chemist/therapist she is) like they always do and both of them fall down the hill on the last stretch and end up in a tangled mess, stumbling to their finish line, till suddenly, Mika playfully tackles him and they end up looking into each other's eyes. A blood-red pair of eyes meeting fiery hazel eyes. It was all that competition play leading up to this sweet citrusy explosion. They didn't just reach the finish line, they went FAR beyond it.

Pip was probably being a good "chemist assistant" with Seras as they watched it go down.

They'd be making out on the grass, Sigurd rolling Mika over, hands on his chest, the whole fruity buffet, and more was happening on that field. Sigurd even bites his lip and gives him a french kiss with his blood, like how vampire bats do that when they bond together and help each other survive (bc vampires and vampire bats have similar instincts to an extent IMO). Then they'd both look up to see Seras blushing and just enjoying the sight of her two favorite himbos making out, "just doing bro stuff" and then probably joins in on the fun to seal the deal. The four of them probably end up on a bed together, happy at how all this transpired. Mika wasn't going to be alone after Ales died, Sigurd and Seras made sure of it.

(I went really long for this because Sigurd and Mika had serious and insane amounts of chemistry)

Ales: Sigurd finds him shady at first and disagrees with his methods rather than his compassionate intent. Sigurd would come to understand his motives for being a bit sneaky but finds him to be spineless in some of his actions. He thinks he should've been more honest and forthcoming to his daughter, Lily, and Alucard but eventually, he somewhat understands this too. He hears about how he's dying too. Sigurd finally breaks down and opens up to him and how his brother died and in many cases, his older brother helped raise Sigurd. Ales also help comfort his past trauma and gives him closure with his special abilities. Even if Sigurd was largely disgusted by the shady tactics, he still saw the kind and caring vampire behind them. Ales is happy that Sigurd and Seras are acting as Mika's anchors in this whole debacle of him coming to terms with the fact that his death is coming soon. Sigurd would miss him for sure. He kinda reminded him of his father in a way.

Lily: She's good friends with him overall. At first, it was a bit complicated because she was distrustful bc of his past and how she thinks he might treat her friend Seras. So she's shy and standoffish a bit when she finally interrogates him when they meet for the first time. And yes he's tied up when it happens, at least until Seras finds out and lets her know that he's her boyfriend and is a good dude that treats her like an independent woman and respects their relationship's boundaries (personally that's from me bc I think it'd be funny). Lily then profusely apologizes, though he says it's ok and that he understands why (Sigurd is chill af at this point). Lily becomes pretty good friends with him as well and starts asking some questions about his condition/curse where a Varcolac bit him and infected him, Sigurd explains the details of his curse to her since he knows she won't tell anyone else. Varcolacs as a monster species is even a mystery to vampires in a way.

Sophie: They're basically casual buddies. She'd find Sigurd's relationship with Mika, Pip, and Seras VERY titillating. Probably has popcorn and watches it unfold.

Overall the characters have positive experiences and are really interesting to navigate through as my oc. I was most pleasantly surprised by Mika because it seems they had spontaneous chemistry and were very loving and just had that nice spice. The best kind.

And now for @rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth oc's Barret: They're pack mates for sure. Total bromance and all that. Like they'll be roughhousing like brothers at random. Not too complicated as a relationship and it's fun. Sabine: She's just like his mom to him. A bit flirty but nothing insane and she's just like that one friend's mom you know that you really appreciate and love because they give good snacks and are just sweet all around. Even if she pinches Sigurd's cheek harder because he's strong and wants to let him know she can handle herself and is pushing him harder. Overall she's the pack mother and Sigurd respects her for it. Maybe she'll accept Seras and Pip into the pack too if he can bridge the divide between the werewolves and vampires here.

None are romantic but still very enjoyable nonetheless.

Here's what I learned about @ofwraithsandwords' oc!

Djamilah (aka DJ)/Ibrahima: It's... complicated? In the beginning, they definitely don't take Sigurd seriously, at all. Then DJ probably gets to know him more and finds out that he was once a slave then DJ would probably have empathy, though is very aloof about it. Like imagine your dog that's trying to get you to take it outside and is growling, only to not want to go outside once you open the glass door (I have this happen with my dog all the time lol) but you know they still love you... you guess. Not necessarily in a romantic way but more platonically and in a friendly way. BUT if it did get romantic/spicy, he'd not be on top... at all. @ofwraithsandwords and I did delve into it and I said that she'd definitely have him in a dog collar after basically talking about how she'd brush his hair and scratch behind his ears if they felt like messing with him/doing that out of whimsy (take that as you will). DJ is very impulsive and dangerous but I and @ofwraithsandwords believe they'd at least be friendly to a comfortable extent. Though Sigurd would be intimidated by her power. Sigurd would have to get used to them and DJ would probably teach him about how her powers work and all that. (the oc goes by any pronouns bc gender is not important to them, author's words not mine) I love this dynamic a lot because it's unpredictable, much like DJ is in the story that @ofwraithsandwords wrote, which is fitting since they're a larger-than-life character and fit so well into the chaotic setting of the au and Hellsing itself. As for the others I mentioned I'll edit the post when we're done discussing about it or rp'ing.

#Hellsing #Hellsing oc #Ask answered #this was fun #really fun #thank you anon #ask #this took a long time but it was worth it.

[plztumb1rhelpmegetoveranxiety]

Fuckfuckfuck-

#Shit #I think I might have accidently sent anon hate??? #The heart is appearing red for me but it might look black for the person I sent it too??

[bajisbabe]

# IF YOU SEE THE HOMIES WITH THE GUAP

“the money blue, designer shoes, jimmy cho, louis boots”

having you as a younger sibling | Ran, Rindou

warnings: platonic, violence, cussing, gender neutral reader.

anon said: “hey i sent the order "ran and rindou with a younger sibling who dates sanzu ?? plss" However, I changed my mind, I just want to know what they would be like with a younger sibling gn, but you decide which of the two requests you will make, pls”

song: beethoven by kenndog

— having Ran and Rindou as your older brothers would certainly be a trip.

— no one messes with you because they’re afraid of getting cracked in the skull with Ran’s baton.

— you likely have no friends because of this, to be honest 😬

— doesn’t matter though, your brothers are almost always around.

— Ran is most definitely the type to bother you about your appetite.

— “have you eaten yet?” / “are you going to?” / “you need to eat.”

— gets all huffy when you refuse to eat.

— “alright, starve then 🙄”

— eventually comes back with something for you to eat.

— he nonchalantly makes conversation with you while you eat, trying to make it seem as though he isn’t watching to make sure you eat it all when he actually is.

— Rindou, on the other hand, is very annoying to have as an older brother.

— he acts like he never wants you around.

— “ugh, why are you here?” / “get lost, (y/n).” / “do we have to take them?”

— is a bit of a jerk, but he has a kind heart… I think?

— the type to get you something you asked for weeks ago, having remembered the entire time.

— if you say you need water, he’ll suddenly disappear and then come back with a whole 32-pack of water, taking one out and shoving it into your chest like it was a nuance to get.

— but if you’re ever upset, just know he’ll be there. bumping his fists together and asking, “who’s ass do I need to kick?”

— Ran is the lover, Rindou is the fighter.

— but they’re both willing to fight for you.

— they already beef with middle schoolers anyway, they don’t mind squaring up with a couple more for their younger sibling.

— if you ask them to back off, they will.

— they might stop showing up so often in an effort to make you seem more approachable.

— and once you finally managed to make some friends, Ran and Rindou try their best not to scare them away.

— despite being two of the most feared men in the region, they will crumble if you ask anything of them.

— might even teach you how to use their weapons.

— but would most definitely get scared once you start swinging it about.

— “(y/n), that’s not how you do it… (y/n), nO!”

— they’re not gonna let you use their weapons again.

— you can forget it, lmao.

— mess around and you could land one of them in the hospital.

— Ran would tell you that it’s not your fault while you cry about how sorry you are and that you didn’t mean to give him a ✨concussion✨

— but if it’s Rindou you hit, be prepared to get cursed out. he hates you, lmao.

— actually, you might end up in the hospital because of them.

— do not, by any means, playfight with these guys.

— they take that shit waaaay too seriously.

— they will knock you out if it means they win.

— will apologize for it later but would honestly do it again.

— don’t enter their room without knocking. if you enter the room while Ran is testing out his baton, he may or may not smack you with it completely by accident. but it will happen nonetheless.

— he would apologize, trying to shush while your cry because if Rindou finds out, he will have Ran’s ass.

— “...you hit them? didn’t I tell you not to swiNG THAT SHIT AROUND IN HERE!”

— Rindou would hit you too though, to be honest. but unlike Ran, he wouldn’t apologize.

— he would just stand there, staring at you while you writhe in pain, “didn’t I tell you to knock?”

— jerk.

— and a hypocrite. ✋😔

— but don’t be too mad, they really do love you.

— they would do anything for you.

— you’re family after all.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #cw cussing #cw violence #ran x reader #ran x you #ran headcanon #tokyo revengers headcannons #rindou haitani x reader #rindou x you #rindou x reader

[ruthlesslistener]

I don’t go to elden ring and idk anything about the characters but I saw the duality of man post and I think morgott and pk. should be friends. Small head + big body and big head + small body. One is a victim of child disposal and one is a child disposer! I see no problem with this arrangement, they’re both kings after all, and I will now rest my case.

Anon this is absolutely the funniest fucking ask you possibly could have sent me because Morgott and PK would absolutely fucking despise each other. Both are sad old divine men with severe self-hatred issues who devoted all of themselves to their kingdoms, but they did it in such different ways that they would do nothing else but coldly regard each other and be judgmental as hell while making the stiffest, most clenched-teeth levels of painfully polite speech during their staredown. PK would hate him for refusing to take pride in his divine heritage, sticking blindly to the order that shunned him, and hiding away like a coward while leaving the rest of the Omen in the sewers (all while pretending that he doesn't know he suffers the same issues), while Morgott would despise him for his cold, detached mannerisms, and how he's capable of causing great suffering to his children in the name of some greater power- just like his mother, Marika.

And then, of course, they would hate each other for the similarities that they witness- that bluntly elegant, detached way of speaking, an indicator of a child born in a wasteland, an outsider to society. The animalistic instinct lurking just beneath the skin, pulled just a bit closer by every twitch of the tail or too-sharp movement that snaps their attention over like a cat to a mouse. The fact that they were both born underground, wallowing in dirt, and now are scrabbling to be above what they once were. The fact that they both gave all that they were to their lands, their people, but its a futile war that they're fighting and they know it and they hate it, hate it, hate it.

(oh and let's not forget the mommy issues, bc while it aint canon in Hollow Knight, I gave PK lots of 'em)

And that ain't even getting into the whole mess that would happen once Morgott hears what PK did to his children (intentionally cursing them and leaving them to die alone in a cold dark pit, while he and his brother at least were accidents, were forsaken but not slaughtered, unwanted and unloved but not cast to their deaths from the moment of their birth), and the jealous, burning self-hatred that PK would feel when he hears what Marika did (casting away her children when they were hale and hearty, while he had to watch the many children he cursed walk towards him as empty husks, either half-dead or warped beyond recognition, and he never would have the chance to be their father because to do so would be selfish, both to him and to them, for he thought that they were dead beings wearing the face of someone who might have once been his child, and he suffered the agony of watching thousands die because if he never found his Pure Vessel, that would mean the destruction of Hallownest, and worst off- that all of his children had died in vain.)

So yeah, while they are both my blorbos, I'm extremely certain that they aren't compatable in the slightest, lol.

#elden ring #hollow knight #anon #reply #morgott the omen king #pale king #man I have a Type dont i #love me some tragic self-hating kings

[mrpenguinpants]

Razor: Pre-Relationship HCs

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON [if you’re still here haha]!! Razor is best boy! I can’t pet the dogs but I can pet Razor so therefore he is the best boy. I take no criticism and I’m taking it to my grave.

I’m just gonna make this part my appreciation post and @snowy224 I don’t understand why tumblr won’t let me @ you but you are such a real one it’s kind of insane. I’m almost scared actually but know that no matter how bad I’m feeling or how much I want to throw my fics into the garbage it’s always nice seeing you pop up 💕💕

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Semi Part 1: General HCs

Semi Part 3: Cuddle HCs

Semi Part 4: Jealous HCs

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[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji  @mikeysbike​ @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii  @adoring-ghost @asheseiler  @snowy224 @youaskedfurret @childelover​ @xoneaboveallx​ @akaasea​ @stanzastic​

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Razor: Pre-Relationship HCs

You had first met the wolf boy when you had been attacked by a Mitachurl when you were collecting wolfhooks. He had jumped out of the bushes and saved you and ever since then you made sure to visit Wolvendom any chance you could get. Just to meet with the mysterious man and thank him somehow. It then developed into having friendly competitions in hunting and familiarizing yourself with how Razor’s life was and who he was as a person. It made you feel like a kid again, running around, getting mud on your clothes, and sleeping outside under the stars. You almost forgot how pretty the sky could be sometimes. 

It took a bit of time to get used to Razor’s affectionate nature and trying to reason that Razor had only known wolves his entire life, so there wasn’t anything deeper to when he wanted to hold your hand or nuzzle your cheek. It still made you flush pink since you never experienced this before but it was kind of nice. It felt comfortable to simply hold you hand out, wait for Razor to see you, perk up, walk over, and place his chin in the palm of your hand. The cute but sweet act always made you give a small giggle as you petted him and he nuzzled into your palm. 

That was until you started developing feelings for him. It just hit you one day when you saw Razor laugh so hard he was almost crying when you accidently slipped on some mud. He was usually pretty quiet and the only loud noises he made were howls with his lucipals. You stared at him for a couple of seconds before you caught yourself and laughed along with him. On your walk back home you kept thinking back to how happy Razor looked and proceeded to scream into your hands. You were starting to crush on someone who may not even know what a crush was. 

Now, every time he initiated some type of affection it sent your heart rate skyrocketing until you thought you would combust. You could feel the heat starting to overtake your cheeks and you went stiff in his hold whenever he wanted to snuggle together. Your different reactions only made Razor confused and it made him think you were sick or there was some type of danger nearby, which only prompted him to go into protect mode and made cupid himself take an axe and cleave your heart in half. 

Razor’s world is a simple one and yet that’s what makes it so complicated. At first he wanted to hold your hand because it was soft but now whenever he holds it his heart starts beating faster. When you both fall asleep under the stars he always stays awake a bit longer. Both to make sure you’re both not in danger but to also gaze at your features. After spending so much time together he started to feel weird. Whenever you had to go back home he wanted you to stay a bit longer and felt something tugging at his heart. Telling him to go after you but he was still nervous about the big city. 

So when you seemed to be shying away from his usual touches Razor couldn’t help but feel that he must have done something wrong. Did he accidently hurt you? Was there another custom in Mondstadt that he wasn’t aware of? It made him feel sad that you didn’t seem to want to spend time with him.

While you couldn’t sense the mood in the wind, it didn’t take a genius to realize that Razor seemed to be upset about something. His hair that you had at first mistaken as a wolf ear was turned down, his red eyes were sadden, and he looked like a kicked puppy or wolf in this case. It hurt your heart to see your friend so sadden so you quickly rushed over to where he was, dropping the things you had brought so you both could go out adventuring, to make sure he was okay.

“Razor? Are you alright? Did something happen? Are you hurt?” you quickly scrambled towards him and giving him a fast once-over to make sure he wasn’t bleeding anywhere. He only looked up at you with those same sadden eyes and you swore that you would protect his man with everything you had. 

“Do you...not like Razor?” Razor pouted up at you as he seemed to shuffle away from you. Not like him? Where did this come from? You slowly kneeled beside him frowning slightly as you reached over to pet him. He didn’t seem to shy away from your touch, in fact he almost seemed desperate for it. 

“What? Of course not Razor. Where did you get that idea?” you softly scratched behind his ear as you tried to remember if anyone in the city of freedom mention anything about a wolf boy or that they were heading to Wolvendom that might have upset Razor. 

“You. Don’t like being near me,” Razor confessed as he leaned harder into your touch, “This. Don’t do anymore” 

You suddenly dawned on you that he was right. You had been so focused on getting your feelings under control that it did seem like you wanted to scramble out of his hold. But it wasn’t because you didn’t like Razor. It was definitely the complete opposite but it came off wrong. You were mentally kicking yourself for your mess up as you slowly reached over to hold his hands. Something to keep both you and him stable.

“Oh, um...” You laughed awkwardly to yourself, “It’s not like that Razor. Um, how do I explain this..” 

You pondered to yourself and what the best and easiest way to explain that you really really wanted to hold his hand in a romantical sense. You wanted to be more than lucipals? That..didn’t seem right. Razor’s world was simple so the best way would be to say things simply. 

“You see Razor, whenever we’re together I get this feeling here,” you pressed his palm over your heart so he could feel how fast your heart was racing, “that means that I like you. A lot. So much that when you want to um, hold hands, it makes my heart go so fast that I need a minute to let it calm down. It’s not because I hate you, I don’t think I ever could. I just like you so much that I need  a second. If that makes sense...”

“Razor has that too!” Razor suddenly exclaimed as he proceeded to tackle you in his excitement as he took your own hand and placed it over his heart. You could feel his own heart rate racing at the same pace as yours. 

“Ah- I’m glad?” you stuttered as Razor peered down at you grinning. 

“So you won’t leave Razor?” Razor asked as you sighed amused. 

“Never.” You agreed as you watched Razor light up brighter than any star in the sky. Razor grinned down at you and you swore you could see a small wolf tail wagging. What have you gotten yourself into? You might need to check in with Barbara soon to make sure your heart wouldn’t collapse anytime soon. 

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Okay. One more Xiao fic and I’m going to take a powernap, I’m so tired. I’m sorry Venti I will write you tmr. I think 3 posts a day is my limit so hopefully I can get to everyone in time. I’m about to go wake up, play alien isolation with friends, and scare the life out of me. Wish me luck! 

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[morganaspendragonss]

so so many thanks to everyone who read even one of these stories. i am forever grateful for all the support i've received; every comment, every kudos, every reblog, every like - they all mean so much. i'm overwhelmed, honestly, but in the very best way. ily all 🥰

day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

*

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

or

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

*

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

*

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

*

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

*

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

*

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

*

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

*

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

*

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

*

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

*

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

*

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

*

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

*

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

#masterlist #holly's august extravaganza #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

˚ · . 𝘁𝘅𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻! — 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤

pairing: txt x fem!reader

genre: fluff!

word count: tbd

a/n: I took the longest time with this, I’m so sorry anon! I tried the best I can to make it good but it still doesn’t feel quite right. anyways, I hope you enjoy!

᠃ ⚘ choi yeonjun:

this was a little tough for me to do, bc Yeonjun is the oldest member and I feel that even if they did do something that’d upset him he wouldn’t really go off? If you know what I mean

but at the same time, he is also your boyfriend and he loves you to bits and pieces

so when they were messing around this time and didn’t break just anything, but the gift that you had gotten him for his birthday

he’d try to keep his cool, but would be visibly distressed

“Ah, come on guys do you see what you’ve done?” he’d whine

Thinking about how you had saved up to get him this cologne (you loved nice smells, and nice smells + your boyfriend = yes pls), and the face you had made when you cutely insisted he only where it when he’s with you

it’d just hurt his heart so much

but at the same time Hyuka and Soobin were standing at the crime scene looking like they’d burst into tears at any given moment

he’d eventually just settle on telling them off in a serious-but-not-serious tone, and he’d make sure to remind them of this mistake every freaking day skks

he’d make them apologise to you as well, which resulted in you sucking in a sharp breath through your teeth before you hit the back of his head playfully

you’d asure them (and Yeonjun) that it was no big deal

“I’ll be buying you cologne for the rest of our lives anyway,” you’d whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek – for effect, ofcourse.

And although he’s still pretty bummed about the broken gift, man’s would just get extremely smiley and giggly cause he WEAK for you

᠃ ⚘ choi soobin:

we all know this boy about to put himself through the most sksks

he’d wear the bracelet you got him for your 2 year anniversary EVERYWHERE and blush a little each time he looked at it

(the members would drag him so bad omg)

so when Beomgyu’s piercing got caught in it while he and Yeonjun were messing around in the van on the way to the next schedule, his heart started doing laps

he tried to gently move it away, but the van hit a pothole, and the next thing he knew, the beads were scattering everywhere

even though he’s clearly not to blame, he’d so blame himself for it

“I’m so sorry, Hyung” “No, it’s okay, I should have taken proper care of it”

he’d tell everyone it’s fine and it’s not that big of a deal, but there’d be a visible dark cloud hanging over his head 24/7 and he’d be completely despondent

he wouldn’t know how to tell you, so when Yeonjun and Beomgyu eventually apologized to you, you sighed, realizing that this was the reason he’d been avoiding your calls and texting back so dryly

“It’s okay, baby,” you’d coo, running your hands through his hair and giving his scalp gentle massages as he nuzzled his head into your chest.

᠃ ⚘ choi beomgyu: 

As I’m sure you can imagine, a large can of the Daegu satoori will be whipped out for this one

mans would be going through the five stages of grief as he watched Taehyun’s coffee seep into the handmade songbook that you had made for him last Christmas

they had been deciding on a title for a song that Beomgyu had initially written, but had now become a collaborative piece, when Huening had suggested that they just play rock-paper-scissors

them being them, they got way too into it, and Taehyun had accidentally knocked over his coffee onto the song in question

“H-hyung, I’m sorry...”

His heart would ache so bad omg, and he’d try and hurry and wipe the coffee off or something ugh this poor baby

I don’t feel like he’d be angry about it, but I do think that he’d be thinking about you and the amount of time and thought went into this gift and how much it meant to him to have received it from you

heck, the only reason he even used the book was because you had to convince him for weeks that it was meant to be used and not to gather dust

like Soobin, he’d also struggle to tell you about it, worried that it might hurt you which would hurt him – so he’d just resort to being playful about it and tell you in a roundabout way

“See, Y/n! This is why I didn’t wanna use it. I knew something like this would happen; I live with animals you know”

you’d just laugh it off and wrap your arms around him, knowing all too well that he more than likely cried about it before coming to tell you what had happened

he’ll NEVER let the members live it down lmaoo

“Remember that time you destroyed that gift from my girlfriend”

playfully obviously, ya know mans is a professional chain-tugger

expect that the next time you come over you’ll find that songbook framed and on a shelf in his room with a polaroid of you on the outside corner

᠃ ⚘ kang taehyun:

He really strikes me as the kind of person who wouldn’t normally get upset about something like this happening, but because it’s a gift from his s/o he’d be ticked off – at the very least

however, despite being ticked off, he wouldn’t let his emotions get the better of him.

You know our king of rationalism

He’d see the glass shatter as it hit the laminated floor of the dorm room, and he’d simply just stand there looking at it, absorbing the situation, trying the best he can to keep himself as calm as he possibly can

Yeonjun had came into the room to smother Huening with affection again, when he had accidentally knocked the watch off the dresser (it probably sent shivers down their spines as they imagines the many ways Taehyun could kill them in their sleep for this one)

“It’s okay, it’s not the end of the world,” he’d say, but really it felt like it was.  

Taehyun may come off as someone who is cold, but in reality he’s just such a soft boi who’d take care of and show affection to his s/o in his own ways

he hates to see you sad

it’d break his heart to know that the first gift he had ever gotten from you was in smithereens just bc yeonjun and hyuka couldn’t sit still for five minutes sksk

he’d want to tell you right away and he’d apologize in the sincerest way possible

“I’m really sorry about this, Y/n. I’m sure you spent a lot on this gift; I should have taken proper care of it,” he’d say, eyes literally begging you to forgive him

and you’d just slip your hand into his, giving it a squeeze, before snuggling into his figure and telling him that it was an accident, and how warm it wakes you feel knowing it meant that much to him

he’d gently push you aside and frown, before planting a kiss on your forehead, “Of course it means that much to me. It’s a gift from you.”

᠃ ⚘ huening kai:

“ANDWAEEE!”

you and I both know that we can hear that

Soobin and Taehyun had been teasing him about his plushies again – his collection was growing way too big for the space which he and Taehyun were supposed to share; and even he knew that

and as per usual, every time they picked a few to give away, Huening would get really sad and be unable to part with any of them – so they decided to tease him a little

they picked the plushie they knew you had given to him (the big, fluffy pink one with the floppy ears :((( )

he’d beg them to not tease him as they tossed it amongst themselves (THIS POOR BABY PLS)

“Please be careful! It’s going to break!” he’d whine

and it did :((((

one of the ears tore, and poor Huening just stood there with upset tears rimming his eyes, looking like his world just ended oml

Soobin and Taehyun would be extremely apologetic, and like Soobin, Huening would say that it’s okay even though it isn’t; he’d probably need like an hour to himself before being himself again

oh but he’d so rat them out though lmao

“Y/n! Look what they did! They hurt our Ae-Cha!” he’d say, playfully pouting as he showed you the tear on the plushie; to which they’d simply roll their eyes while Beomgyu and Yeonjun laughed

“Oh no! Our Ae-Cha!” you’d gasp in response, pouting just as much, before giggling and taking out the needle and thread from your bag

he’d wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder as you fixed the toy, telling you every other minute how lucky he is to have such a beautiful and talented girlfriend uwu ^.^

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If ur open to requests could u do how the members of the bad batch would react to Reader having lots of scars and being insecure about them? I know it’s kind of a heavy topic though so if ur not up to it that’s totally ok!

Hi anon, thank you for the ask! I am indeed open for requests, and if anyone is interested in making one, you can check our this post!

You did well sending this my way; even though they sometimes carry painful reminder, scars are not something to be ashamed of - I think. They play a part in telling your story; wether it be about your clumsiness or battles you fought against someone else or yourself.

I think that's the mindset the boys would have regarding scars - especially since three of them have visible ones.

It can be read as either platonic or romantic, up to you!

TW: scars, mention of self-harm, mention of accidents and surgeries(bad fall, fractured bones, burns), mention of pain and blood, clumsiness, you being insecure and blaming yourself on some occasions for your scars, stabbing and training going a bit wrong

Hunter: clumsiness gone wrong

It's no secret to Hunter that you're very clumsy, he saw you tripping on your feet and dropping mugs and datapads more than any other memeberof the Batch ever did

But he didn't expected you to be that clumsy

"Who did that to you?!" he asked as you took of shirt, revealing barely healed stab wounds and burns

"Uh... I-I did" you barely confessed, looking down. "I tried to train and it went... Well, not so good. "

He came closer to take a look, his fingers stopping a few centimeters aways from your skin, and you couldn't look away, afraid of the contact he could make

You grabbed the closest top you could find and hurried to put it on, hoping for Hunter to drop it, but he didn't

"How did you stab yourself? "

"Hunter, that's not important. It's healed, it's hidden, let's not talk about it anymore." And you left before he could think of an answer

He didn't brought the topic back, until you trained with him, and managed to catch the blade instead of the handle of his knife

"I got it." you told him, trying to keep him there, but he followed you to the fresher and took care of cleaning the wound

"It happens. To the best of us."

You barely chuckled, thinking of all the scars you got because your body Moved faster than your brain, because you couldn't double check were you were going, because you had to get them for stupid reasons instead of cool ones

"I don't think you own this one to knocking your head over a pipe, do you?" you asked as you pointed to his scar above his left brow, and he smiled

"No, I don't. But this one," he took of his arm plate and rolled his sleep up to show a scarred patch of skin on his elbow, "I own it to the corner of our table on Kamino."

"And I have one on my chest- don't tell anyone about it okay?" he caught your eyes with a false sense of seriousness that had you nodding in amusement

"Knife training. I told everyone someone tried to stab me; just never told them who it was you know."

Your eyes widened, but the spark quickly faded away as you realised that it was almost impossible for him to stab himself. That was your level of stupidity, not his

"You don't have to lie to me you know. I know I'm clumsy, it's just... I could have avoided all of it but..."

You shrugged, and Hunter allowed himself to grab your shoulder, firm but nice in his hold

"You got these because you trained. Or because you tripped, or because you didn't look twice before you grabbed something. That's who you are and there's no shame in that. "

You rolled your eyes, but his words were soothing you still

When he was done patching up your hand, he gave it a light kiss and led you out of the refresher

"Careful where you put your feet, little warrior." He gently teased you, and knowing that Hunter - Hunter - still saw you the same - he called you a warrior, even through your clumsiness, warmed your heart

Wrecker: injuries

He’s playful and always find ridiculous stories behind his scars, stories he tells everyone asking him, because being clumsy doesn’t take the cool away and he wants to prove it to you

_

Wrecker wouldn't see the problem at first; he quickly learned to love and be proud of his scar, even if it was the consequence of a mission gone wrong

So when he sees you trying to hide the scars running down your neck and under your shirt with cheap space makeup and a scarf, he asks you why you'd do this

"I don't like them. They're ugly, and they make me feel ugly. They shouldn't be there."

He'd grab your hand, gentle, and would ask you to stop for a minute

"You're not ugly", he'd try to confort you, but you would answer with "that's not how I feel, Wrecker" and though the words are spit to his face, he doesn't feel hurt by them

Your shiny eyes, on the other hand, feel like a stab in his heart; and he asks you to sit with him for a minute, just a minute and he'll leave you be if you really want that

So you sit, reluctant, expecting something along the lines of "don't cry, you're beautiful anyway" blah blah

But Wrecker grabs your hand and gently out it on his face, more precisely on his scarred cheek

"First mission," he starts, "we were sent on a Separatist base to blow some stuff up; the usual you know. A generator exploded next to me. "

He's speaking softly, his tone surprisingly low compared to his loud usual self

"It took some time to get used to it - mostly the blind eye and the weakened hearing - but look at me now."

And his smile is so genuine, so caring that you can't help but feel a pinch in your heart

You feel bad about it, because you called yourself ugly and now you realise he might believe you find him ugly too

"I hope it doesn't sound weird, but... You look good with the scar." You try, and the squeeze around your hand comforts you some more

"I was thinking the same about you. Seems like we could be scar- buddies, what d'ya think?"

You appreciate his effort; you truly do; but you know it will take a while before you can look at the long trails on your skin and realise they don't take away any of your beauty or your worth

"Sounds good to me."

It takes you some time to abandon the scarf you always wear, but you eventually do and Wrecker gives you the biggest, proudest smile ever

He tells you you look like a badass and call you "scar-bud" and you can't help but feel good about it

You stopped buying the cheap space makeup; or at least you don't use it to cover up the scars anymore

One day while you're eating with Wrecker, you tell him the story behind them; it's not an easy one but he's here to support you anyway

Tech: self- harm

It get easier to accept them once you've opened up about their story - and Wrecker's nickname for you plays its role too

_

Tech is a man of reason and logic, so when he notices your arms always covered up, even in very warm climates; and the way you flinch every time something or someone tries to grab your wrist, he deduced you were hiding something

So one day, as the team was celebrating another victory before flying back to Kamino, he pulled you apart and confronted you about it

"What's about your arms, really? "

He takes notice of your uncomfortable look, the way you twist your sleeves to keep them tight against your skin

"Nothing, it's just..."

You're not sure about that; you're scared he might mock or scold you; and though you stopped harming yourself long ago, you didn't need someone to make you feel even more ashamed of your past actions

"Nothing important."

"It's important enough for you to keep it secret." He tells you, and for a second you hate the way he's so curious about everything and anything

"Let's just say we all fought battles in the past, and some of them are not to be proud of."

He frowns a bit, but when the realisation hits him, his eyes widens and he let out a soft "oh"

"Yeah, oh." You try to laugh it off, your heart already filled with the painful reminder that you did that to yourself

But Tech doesn't see it this way; he offers a hand to you, and you look at it for a moment, unsure about his intention

"I won't hurt you, I promise"

You reluctantly let go of your sleeves and he grabs your wrist; you almost flinch when you feel the tissue coming up your arm, revealing your scarred skin

You don't even look at it, it's not something you want to remember; rather you want to bury it far from you

You jolt when you feel a light touch against your arm; and another, and another...

When you dare turning your head, Tech is giving each of the lines a feather-light kiss

"A battle is a battle," he whispers against them, "and your victory is something to be proud of. Though I can understand the difficulty in it."

You can't hold the tears back, but weirdly enough you're not feeling sad

He never tells anyone about that night, or every other similar moment that followed; that decision belongs to you and he made it clear he would never step over your privacy

That helps you get more comfortable about it - with him at least - and sometimes, when the night get long and your mind overthinks, you get up and join him in the cockpit

And if you're only the two of you, you strech your arm his way, and he gently rolls up your sleeves to pepper kiss your skin, telling you that's you're doing great, another win for you today, i'm proud of you

And he goes on with the kisses and the praises until you feel better; and if you don't he'll stay there with you, talking about everything that could possibly interest you to help your mind wander off

And you know that if you ever lose the battle one day, he'll be there to hold you and tell you that sometimes we lose, we fall and it feels wrong; but it's okay, because we can always get back up and fight stronger, harder than before

It takes some time, and a lot of work, but one day you sit in your bed and roll your sleeve up; and you gently kiss your skin

Crosshair: open fractures and surgeries

And you realise that you won today, and for the first time you can look at your scars and feel proud of your victory

_

He doesn't have any visible scar; and to be honest he's the one who carries the least marks because of him being a sniper, and therefore always quite isolated on safer grounds

So at first you didn't feel that comfortable with the idea of him knowing about your scars; you didn't liked them, so why would he?

But one day one a pretty rough mission, part of your armour and blacks were torn apart, and once again you got injured

The knock on the refresher made you jolt, and though you protested when he came in, you didn't had the strength (literally) to throw him out

He sat with you in the shower, a mixture of blood and water sliding on the floor, and brought the medical kit closer to him

"I can do it myself." you spit to him, and though he said nothing verbally, his eyes spoke for him

So you sighed and looked away, because if you didn't you were probably going to cry from the pain and the gutting feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable in front of him

You expected a snarky comment, something about getting sloppy, careless. You could almost hear him- hear it, if you focused a bit-

"Stop that." he muttered as he washed away the clots around your wounds, and you looked at him, confused

"Stop what? Bleeding out? Thank you I'm trying."

He rolled his eyes, but his touch remained soft, treating and bandaging your wound with care and precision

You tried to move away as soon as he was done, but the ache slowed you down in your movement; which he didn't fail to notice

"Make it easy on yourself, let me help."

You frowned, jungling between the pain of your wound and your older scars getting sensitive again

Sometimes they would hurt like a sting - or a stab wound depending of your tolerance - and you couldn't quite explain it to yourself

"I'm fine. I-" you breathed out a difficult sigh, and Crosshair shook his head to your stubbornness

"Does massaging helps?" He asked, and when you gave him a puzzled look he completed " for the scars."

You nodded, but couldn't help the light start when his fingers gently rubbed on your scared thigh

You let him do his work; and he did surprisingly well, asking where it hurt the most, if you needed a massage somewhere else

"Thank you." you finally whispered as he stroke the large scar on your knee, and you can't help but feel the need to justify it. "Open fracture on both legs. Happened a while back, but... Yeah, I had a few surgeries to fix that. "

He nodded to show you he's listening, and his gentle touches invited you to tell him more about that story

The next time he massaged a scar, it was the one on your back; you told him about your fall on a rock and how it almost broke your spine, and he gave you a slightly worried look

"I'm fine." You reassured him, "I just broke a lot of things in my life, and my bones are no exceptions. "

He never asks about them directly, but he'll always gladly listen to the story you tell him as he rub the pain away

Echo: Burns

It helps you a bit with your confidence, because he always look at you like you're some kind of superior being; being able to survive that much injuries is in itself a miracle for him and he never misses an opportunity to remind it to you

_

He, better than anyone else, understands your struggles. He understand the feeling, the shame and the disgust you have toward the marks on your body and your face

He never brushes your feelings off; instead he listens to you when you rant about them, telling him how unfair it is

You hate the sensation under your fingers; the bumps on your cheek and temple, the spot unable to grow hair anymore, the reflect on the mirror

And Echo knows that, and he is angry because you shouldn't feel that way

So he takes it upon himself to boost your confidence and make you feel good about your body

He starts with pets name, "pretty one" "handsome" "beautiful"; and at first you brush it off, but it slowly grows into you

To the point of smiling at the mere thought of him giving you your food ration or your blaster and spontaneously going "here, handsome"

And you may not love your reflection, but you love Echo, and if he can do that for you then you decide you can do it for him too

So it quickly become a thing between you, pet names and compliments about your appearance, and every moment is a good moment to tell them

Fighting droids? Got your back beautiful!

Eating outside? I'm lucky to be seated with the prettiest person out there.

Laying in bed, unable to sleep? I'll hold you tight until you get your beauty sleep.

Getting out of the refresher, parcels of skin wet and exposed? Kenobi has nothing you could envy.

Sometimes, it get rough. You wake up to the ghost feeling of a sharp blade burning your face, and it takes a while to ground you and ease the sensory flashbacks

But Echo is patient, the same way you are with him when the phantom pain strikes him down, leaving him sobbing and shaking against you

That's when you start to realise you're both similar; so eager to see people love themselves, yet so reluctant to apply it to you

"Do you think we deserved it?" He asks once, still shaken by the pain

"No, we didn't." You confessed, spontaneous, "But it happened anyway. So we might as well..."

And you stop, because it's not something you can vocalize; it's something you just both get, you both feel

And when things are tough, when the reflection twists and the tears threatens to roll down, there's always one of you to whisper "we might as well"

That's the thing you hold onto when you feel terrible; knowing that someone understands

Eventually, things get better for both of you; being able to rely one someone, share the pain and the sarcasm and the love opens up a new future for you; one where you can work through the scars, turn them into something you own rather than something that owns you

You still struggle with the whole "loving your body" thing; but now you don't hate it anymore, and that's already a big step

____

It was really interesting to write! I hope it'll help some of you feel more comfortable about your body and your scars 💗

Also I hope you liked it anon, thank you again for sending this ask!

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Radioactive Izuku au from @polarspaz au that they’ve allowed me to write (I asked on anon but it was me dw). Please support them and their art! 

Title: 200,000 Rads

Chapter 1: Chance Encounter

Word Count: 2,852

"I'll be back soon, Mom," Izuku called weakly as he peeked into his mother's bedroom. She was curled up in her futon, her face a bright red as she sweated through her fever. Izuku clutched his mother's wallet in his hands nervously, inching towards the front door. He almost wished that his mother would get up, that her fever would magically be cured and that he wouldn't have to leave the safe haven he called home.

But his mother remained still, her eyes bleary with sickness. Izuku licked his lips, tasting the sour tang of radiation on his tastebuds and swallowed roughly. He steeled himself and turned around, walking to the front door and yanking it open before his anxiety could make him stop.

He stood, breathless, in the doorway for a couple of seconds as terror climbed up his throat. Spit pooled into his mouth, the taste of radiation filling his senses, almost choking him on the cloying taste. He swallowed harshly, wincing at the taste. Later, he would have to use a few rounds of mouthwash to clear him of the taste.

He wanted nothing more than to turn back around and hide under his covers. No! His mother was counting on him! It was an easy task, he just had to get some medicine, some cold compresses, and then he could come home! He slowly stepped out of their little apartment door, closed it and locked it behind him and then stepped out into the world.

It had been a little while since he had been outside since he was exposed to everyone out in the open. It was terrifying. He shuffled through, his hands stuffed into his pockets with little to no skin showing as he slithered down the hallway and towards the street. It was later in the day, most people were either getting home from work and school or just going out to enjoy the coming night.

Izuku quickly made his way down the road, practically running down the sidewalk and further into the city. He could feel people looking at him from all over, probably confused as to why he was wearing such heavy clothing. A heavy and cushioned jacket with a fur-coated hood, thick ski goggles, a pair of black sweatpants, black boots, and a face mask to top it off. People shuffled away from him, clearing the area as he trudged through. There were some people who had lived in the area long enough to know who he was. They didn't know too much about him, just that he was the daughter of Inko and had some sort of terrible quirk.

People who Izuku used to see daily when he was young sent him small nods or waves, but they knew that Izuku wouldn't respond. Izuku didn't have time for them anyway, and it was better to get in and get out without getting too attached to them. The memories of the person that he was before his quirk were hazy, but he could remember enough. They were incredibly bittersweet, but the deeper he went the more horrific the memories became.

Izuku slowed down to a jog as he reached the store, pushing open the door and slipping inside. There weren't many people inside the store, thankfully, and Izuku found himself quietly searching the shelves with pursed lips. Searching them with a critical eye, his fingers brushed up against boxes and bottles of medical supplies. The hum of some pop song on the radio had Izuku softly tapping his toe against the tile as he reached for the box of fever medicine for his mother.

As his fingers touched the box, another hand brushed against his. He squeaked and flinched back, startled as he looked up to see who had touched him. A tall blonde man with startling green eyes looked down at him. His hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and he had a thin mustache that was separated into two halves on his upper lip.

"Oops! Sorry 'bout that, little listener!" Present Mic chirped, "go ahead."

"A-ah, no," Izuku flushed, waving his hands around in a nervous twitch, "please, take it, um, Mr. Present Mic."

Present Mic snorted, "please, Mr.Present Mic was my father. Just call me Mic, okay?" He grinned, "and I mean it. You look a little under the weather yourself," he gave Izuku an easygoing smile and handed him the box of medicine, "next time, though, how about you go out before you get sick, yeah?"

"M-me? But I'm not," Izuku trailed off, realizing that Mic thought that he was the one who was sick. He nodded instead of explaining himself, "yes, thank you very much!" He gave Mic a low bow and shuffled away, leaving Mic to get whatever else he needed to get.

Behind his mask, a giddy smile rose onto Izuku's face. He met a pro hero! Present Mic was one of his all-time favourite heroes, with his incredibly popular radio show and incredibly kind demeanour, it was no wonder why so many people took a liking towards him and Izuku was no different.

Oh, Mom was gonna be so jealous once she heard! Izuku was practically squealing with delight, but he kept it in long enough to get to the front counter. A teen looking to be a few years older than Izuku stood there, chewing quietly on a piece of gum and looking at him with a blank face. She scanned his items, he paid, and then he was out of there.

His high from meeting Present Mic was still coiling within his chest, so much so that he decided to go on a small walk before he went home. He grinned behind his mask, knowing that his mother would be incredibly proud of him for getting out. He had become a bit of a home-body since the accident.

He hummed quietly to himself as he walked the streets, taking in the fresh night air. He felt lighter than usual. Happier since one of his long-time idols. As he strolled deeper into the city, however, the sound of a battle reached his ears. His legs began to move on their own, an aching curiosity curling in his chest as he speed-walked over to where the noise was coming from.

He peeked around the corner and then flinched back with a gasp.

Izuku's throat felt like it was closing up. He was pushed against the cold wall of a dark alleyway, staring into the heart of a battlefield. Three people took up the dim area, two boys who looked to be around Izuku's age and one adult that even the dumbest person could point out to be Stain. The Hero Killer. Izuku gripped the grocery bag he had picked up for his mother, watching with bated breath as the villain spouted some sort of nonsense about hating heroes and how those at UA were choosing to become corrupt.

"You hero students are all the same!" Stain hissed, wielding his dual swords as he slashed at the two students with reckless abandon, "you follow All Might blindly and never think about those who have been hurt by heroes!"

Izuku slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a yelp as Stain's sword slashed against the boy with two-toned hair. Blood splattered on the dark pavement as the boy lept away, throwing out his arm to send a sheet of ice towards Stain that the villain easily dodged. His long tongue flicked out to lave at the sharp metal and the boy dropped like a rock. Izuku started to tremble in horror, tears building in his eyes that glowed an eerie green. He was going to die! Stain was going to kill him!

"You almost killed my brother!" The other boy, dressed in a sort of knights outfit, roared as he sprinted for Stain, "I won't let you kill my friends!" He grabbed at Stain, flinging him against the wall and slamming his arms into Stain's chest to pin him. The force made rubble tumble lazily off of the roof of the building, missing the fighting men by a few feet.

Stain cackled from where he was pinned, giddy as can be, "you're his brat brother, eh?" He hissed, one hand still gripping his main sword tightly, "how lovely it will be, taking down TWO Indegniums in such a short period of time!"

He raised his sword and brought it down, catching the tender skin that was exposed between panels of metal, spraying more blood into the air. Stain's tongue lashed out and lapped up the blood, causing the boy to slump uselessly to the ground. Stain laughed again, kicking the boy harshly in the side where he was unguarded.

"How pathetic," he spat, "you'll be fun to kill, you wanna-be hero." He raised his sword, taking it in two hands and resting it above where Indegnium's heart was, lifted up and-

"NO!" Izuku shouted, throwing off his puffy jacket and knocking Stain off of Indegnium, sending the two of them sprawling onto the ground. Stain recovered faster than Izuku could, snarling in fury.

"Who the hell are you, kid?" Stain spat, raising his sword, "another hero brat?! My lucky day!"

Izuku scrambled back, letting out a terrified squeak as Stain's sword came down. A searing pain curled on his face and he screamed, his hands flying up to his face. Blood poured messily down his face, getting into his mouth and soaking into his clothes. Izuku looked through the blood and his tears to see Stain standing still above him, staring at his sword. Izuku's blood caked his sword and was glowing horrible neon green.

"Interesting," Stain growled, sticking out his tongue to lick over the blood.

"No, don't!" Izuku yelled, "it's not safe!"

It was too late, Stain's tongue curled over Izuku's blood. Izuku wilted, slumping against the ground. He could see Stain, unable to move his head and watched in horror as Stain's face fell. Literally.

Stain howled in pain, gripping at his face and dropping his weapon as his face began to melt off. His tongue, long and slick, began to char and fell off in a meaty clump as Izuku's blood coursed through his face. Stain's skin sloughed off like wet newspaper, his blood and muscles twitching as they boiled from the strength of Izuku's radiation. Izuku gagged at the sight, his breath picking up quickly as his own blood slowly crawled over the ground, shining like paint under blacklight. It crawled sluggishly across, most of it soaking into Izuku's clothes, burning larges holes into his shirt and pants, while Stain gurgled messily on his own blood.

Stain was still screaming as he went down, his eyes starting to melt right out of his head. They rolled out of his head and splattered on the ground like pudding while more blood gushed from his wounds. His nose, or what was left of it, melted away to expose blood. His cheeks started to burn off, the smell of scorched flesh filling the air as more muscle and skin melted away, his teeth literally falling out of his head and falling to the ground like mints.

Izuku was crying, wailing out into the night to match Stain's own gargled howls of agony until the radiation reached his throat and melted away his vocal cords. Stain gave a few more chokes, and then vomited and in a horrifying display of regurgitation, vomited up his own stomach. Izuku closed his eyes tight as feeling slow came back to him as Stain finally died. He scrambled up, unable to get up past his knees as he gagged and vomited up his dinner. He coughed loudly, openly sobbing and wailing both in pain in terror.

He could hear police sirens getting closer as he started to pant, his breath coming in faster and faster until he was barely breathing at all. A hand touched his back and Izuku howled, scrambling up and away from whoever touched him only to fall onto his ass. Looking up, one of the boys who had been fighting Stain stood above him, staring at him with open eyes in shock. He took a step forward and Izuku scooted back, uncaring that he was smearing around his own sick and radiation, shaking his head.

"No, no, no, no, no, don't get close to me!" He shouted hoarsely, "please! I-I can't hurt anyone else, please!"

The boy paused and took a few steps back, blinking a few times and shaking his head as if to clear away whatever he was thinking. He returned to his partner and began to tend to his wounds with a medical kid strapped to his side. Izuku sobbed quietly as he pressed up to the wall, covering his face with his hands and shaking.

The sirens got louder and louder until the skid of tires on the pavement reached their location. The sound of multiple pairs of footsteps made Izuku looked up, and he melted when he saw who was there. Some police officers, a man in a long tan coat, and the pro heroes Thirteen and Present Mic.

Present Mic was speaking in low tones to the man in the tan coat but went silent when he saw Izuku. His face dropped, his eyes flickering over the scene of gore that surrounded and covered Izuku, and then to the radioactively green sludge that covered him. He took a step forward, but Thirteen beat him to it.

"Stay here," they said firmly, patting Present Mic's chest. They stepped forward and crouched down in front of Izuku, putting their palms out in a placating motion. "You're safe now," they said softly, "are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Izuku coughed, wiping the blood away from his mouth and shook his head, "J-just my face," he stammered, "I, um, my quirk," he sniffled, hands shaking in fear.

Thirteen hummed and nodded slowly, "what is this stuff made out of?" They motioned towards Izuku's blood on the floor.

"It's radioactive," Izuku replied, "don't touch it. It," he looked towards Stain's body which was little more than a clump of flesh and bones on the ground. Looking at it had him bursting into tears once more, molten green trailing down his cheeks as he began to wail.

Thirteen was quiet, and then carefully grasped Izuku's hands to pull them towards their own, "it's going to be okay," they said, "you're not in trouble. I'm pretty sure I can clean stuff up, but then we need to get you to UA. Who's your doctor?"

Izuku whimpered, throwing himself into Thirteen's arms and crying quietly. The hero rubbed his back in slow circles in a soothing manner. As Izuku's tears began to dry, he noticed that Present Mic was inching closer to them. Thirteen noticed as well, they sighed and waved him over quietly.

Izuku told her the name of the agency that the Hero Commission assigned to him when he was born, as well as the name of his personal doctor while Thirteen uncapped one of their fingers and sucked up the radioactive sludge on the ground, sans the stuff that used to be Stain.

"What's your quirk, dear?" Thirteen asked as they capped their finger, allowing the EMT's and other heroes to approach while a separate group attended to the two UA students. Izuku sniffled, wiping his clothes with his bright green blood and tears.

"Radiation," he replied in a croaky voice, "it comes out when I get stressed."

Thirteen nodded their head, turning to Present Mic who had been put into a radiation suit just in case, his hair making his head lumpy underneath the bright yellow suit. He squatted down in front of Izuku, looking at him through the face shield.

"It was very brave of what you did, little listener," Present Mic said seriously, "you saved Shouto and Indegnium's lives tonight-if you weren't here they could have been seriously injured or worse."

Izuku nodded, flinching when one of the EMT's tried to touch his face, "those bandages won't work," he croaked, "you have to use the special ones."

The EMT looked a little irked but pulled away all the same. Thirteen gently massaged at Izuku's shoulder, their touch was grounding to Izuku.

"We have to take you to UA," they said, "so your doctor can patch you up. Eraserhead will be there and he can stop your quirk. Is that alright with you?"

"That's fine," Izuku said softly, and with Thirteen's help, he slowly got to his feet. His body felt numb and shaky as he followed the two heroes out of the alleyway and towards a familiar vehicle. It was a circular pod with a radiation symbol on the front, strapped to a truck. Izuku broke away from the heroes and climbed into the pod without fuss, looking out the thick glass windows as the pod lit up green with his light. He closed his eyes and leant his head against the warm metal as his radiation warmed it up, and wished he was at home.

#writing #z's writing #bnha #mha #Izuku midoriya #deku

[whatiwillsay]

submission: we need to talk about ttb (spade-riddles)

Hey Cam. Seeing that ask defending TTB’s doxxing has sort of pushed me to finally share some of my story on Tumblr, I guess. I haven’t had the opportunity to talk about this to anyone fully, so this will probably be long, but I hope you don’t mind me venting.

I’m one of the people that got emailed by TTB. I don’t feel comfortable posting this off anon, but I was in a Discord server with you and @bisluthq and some other people back in Dec/Jan. I don’t know if you remember me, but my name on there was one word and began with an L and ended with an S.

I want to share the full story, but I also don’t feel comfortable with sharing certain details publicly because I’m still very wary of getting outed further by her if she sees this, so I’m gonna be vague about some things

Request to her followers — If you see this, please don’t send this to her. Like I’m genuinely asking you not to because I don’t trust her not to cross any more lines. My dad is a major homophobe with serious anger issues who has literally been arrested for violence before, and she doesn’t really think carefully or maybe even care about how any actions she takes could lead to people being harmed, so I’m not eager to see how she might react.

Anyway, I first got an email back in December, and I was really freaked out by it at first. I spoke to one of my mutuals about it, and although we both agreed it was super weird and invasive and creepy, we ended up trying to see the funny side of it. So, I kinda just brushed it off and moved on. I was mainly just really confused about why I had been targeted because at the time, I thought it was only me who’d gotten an email like that. I didn’t understand why she’d specifically targeted me instead of other people who she clearly disliked a lot more.

About a week later, I saw someone on Tumblr mentioning a strange email, and I realised other people must have gotten them too. I spoke to Nat about what happened to me and ended up in the Discord

At the time, I felt like I’d gotten off really easy comparatively to others because I initially didn’t realise that she’d contacted anyone else. And so I tried to act chill about it because I didn’t want to make things about me, but honestly, I was extremely anxious. I felt on edge for over a week. I would keep checking her blog again and again because I was super worried that she would post our personal details publicly. I scrolled through my entire blog from start to finish and deleted a lot of posts that were either personal or that I just didn’t want anyone I knew in real life to read.

This part I have to be vague about because it would basically give away who I am, but it was only a while later when I thought I was in the clear that someone I knew in real life texted me and mentioned seeing a weird email about me. The email had been sent a while back, and they’d been shown it by the original recipient/s. Multiple people had been shown it, but luckily (kinda), only two of those people were actually people I saw on a regular basis

I’m mostly closeted, but I’m kind of technically out to a few of my immediate family members. But it’s very much a DADT situation because they’re not accepting, and they like to just pretend I’m straight. And so I basically have to act closeted even when I’m around them, and I can’t even ALLUDE to being gay.

But with my dad, it’s different. He’s very homophobic. I’m only gonna mention this next part so that people understand what kind of dangerous situation that TTB could have put me in. (And the other people that she doxxed too because she didn’t know how safe their individual situations were). It’s all really personal, and I wouldn’t ordinarily feel comfortable sharing any of this at all, even anonymously, but I think it needs to be said because her actions were extremely fucking irresponsible.

Right, so when I first “came out” to my dad, it was actually an accident, and he reacted… extremely badly. This was back in like… 2018 or 2019, I can’t remember the exact year

(TW // physical abuse, homophobia)

He was extremely angry, literally shaking. He yelled at me, he described in graphic detail how he was going to “break every bone in my body”, “strangle the life out of me”, “drown me”, etc. He kept telling me that I’m disgusting and going to Hell, you get the idea. He was having a lot of fun with making strangling motions and stabbing motions with his hands, and he kept slamming his hand onto the table. That went on for about 15 minutes, and then he stood up and threw a chair from the dining table at me. That was fun lol. And he punched me in the head pretty hard which kinda knocked me back. I felt dizzy, I had to sit down on the floor. At that point, my mum who had been crying and asking him to stop physically intervened, and he ended up storming out of the house instead. My mum’s a genuinely good person btw. She’s a little homophobic, but she cares about me a lot, and I’m very grateful for her. She hates him too, but she’s kinda stuck with him… It wasn’t her fault

He literally hates gay people. He complains about us on the regular. One time, he threw the remote at the TV and cracked the screen just because there was a gay male couple kissing onscreen. Another time, he threw a rock at a gay man on the street. There was also a time where he forced a few of my siblings (who didn’t want to do it) to throw peeled oranges out of the window at people celebrating pride while he drove past them and yelled insults at them. He found that really funny. Anyway, I’m sure you guys get the idea of what kind of person he is

He hasn’t laid a hand on anybody in several months though, so I do think he’s trying to be better at least. Like he’s still verbally abusive and controlling and awful, but I appreciate that he’s at least making an effort to calm down with the hitting and kicking and stuff

Anyway, with my dad, it’s less DADT and more that I think he’s got it in his head that he managed to scare me into “seeing the error of my ways” and that I’ve “stopped choosing to be gay” and that I’m now straight. So, if it had been HIM who had gotten that email, it would’ve been like… extremely bad. Like I’m getting anxious just thinking about it. And this is why I’m so angry at TTB. It was extremely, extremely irresponsible of her to not consider these kinds of possibilities before she sent out her stupid emails. She’s supposed to be an ally, but it didn’t even cross her mind that these emails would lead to people being outed and possibly even harmed?? It’s not okay at all. I’m just very grateful that she didn’t send one to him because I don’t even know what kind of situation I would be in right now.

Anyway, enough about my fucking awful dad… I feel uncomfortable that I even typed all of that out, but I wanted people to understand how dangerous her actions could have been. Like I mean, my dad’s got PTSD and extreme anger issues from his teenage years, so I do try not to judge him TOO harshly, but there’s no excuse for being a huge bigot or occasionally violent. The idea of him being the one who got that email is still so scary to me. Like my heart is racing just thinking about it

One of the people that DID read the email was the male friend I mentioned earlier though. He was shown it by someone else for a particular reason, and he was a very important person to me. Like he was a good guy, we were close, he helped me out with certain personal issues I have and is one of only two people that I know in real life that I felt comfortable confiding in about them. We’d always meet up once a week, sometimes twice, and we’d just talk about stuff and make an effort to help each other out with things. Like he was very important to me.

It turns out that he’d looked through my blog before I’d got around to scrubbing it, and he asked me if I was gay in person the next time we met up. I couldn’t lie because like… he’d have known I was lying right to his face. So, I told him I was, and you should have seen his face. It made me feel so awful about myself. He looked really stunned and shocked and kinda uncomfortable. Like it got so awkward, and I started rambling and making things worse. He was avoiding eye contact, and my voice was shaking.

I ended up making up an excuse to leave about 5 mins later and had an actual anxiety attack. Again, this is embarrassing and something I’d never usually talk about online, but I just want to get it all off my chest so that I can move past it all.

So, I was like on the verge of tears (I don’t cry easily), I couldn’t breathe properly, I was pacing around the building, and I just wanted to escape, so I headed straight for the doors. There was a queue of about 100 people lined up and waiting to leave, and I couldn’t think straight or breathe and just needed to be outside, so I tried to go out through the other exit which is for staff only. The security guard stopped me and basically publicly humiliated me in front of all of those people. He loudly shamed me and said I “didn’t have any decency” for attempted to jump the queue, lectured me in this really condescending tone, and then sent me right to the back of that huge line. Meanwhile, I was literally in the midst of a bad anxiety attack.

And then I eventually got outside and had to call my mum to come and pick me up instead of just making my own way home like I usually do. She’s amazing though tbh because she actually came to get me and didn’t even question why. I had to skip all of my plans for the rest of the day and instead just hid upstairs in my bedroom with the lights off until the next day. I refused to tell any of my family members what had happened even though they kept asking. I just felt so, so awful, and my anxiety was through the roof

To be honest, before that happened, my mindset was like: “I mean, if I get outed, it obviously wouldn’t be good, but I think I’d be able to deal with it fine”. But then, when it actually happened, and I saw the way my close friend reacted, I had like a whole emotional breakdown lol. It’s like, you think you’d be fairly chill in a situation, but when it actually happens, your reaction can be really unpredictable. I was so embarrassed by everything about that entire incident. I didn’t even want to show my face the next day.

It’s been almost two months since that happened, and in that entire time, my friend has contacted me once. We literally used to meet up once or twice a week (and during lockdown, we’d do video calls or phone calls instead), but since then, we’ve barely even spoken. Things are just so awkward now. I know this sounds stupid, but I feel like TTB’s taken one of my best friends away from me. I don’t think he’s a homophobe or anything, he has openly gay friends and is fairly accepting, but I think it’s just the way that he found out that has just made things so weird between us now. I feel like if I’d had the chance to come out to him myself in my own way, he wouldn’t have reacted like that. But I’m gonna text him next week and see if we can maybe try to fix our friendship, but I doubt it at this point

The other people who were shown the email, I mostly just avoid. I don’t really care about them knowing that much because I wasn’t close to them, but it’s just really embarrassing knowing that they probably scrolled through my Tumblr blog before I scrubbed it

And about Tumblr… This used to be the only place that I could fully be myself. It was like a “safe space” for me which feels ironic now. But I haven’t been active on my blog since December. I still lurk occasionally, but I just don’t feel comfortable here anymore. I did consider deleting my current blog and starting afresh with a new one, but I don’t think it’d make much of a difference… Like she’s kind of ruined Tumblr for me. I do still enjoy reading people’s blogs every now and then, but I don’t feel relaxed here anymore, I just feel on edge.

It’s mainly the fact that SHE’S still here. She still has a platform, she still has a bunch of followers. It’s been so hard seeing her face next to no consequences whatsoever for the horrible things that she’s done to so many different people. And it upsets me that she hasn’t even acknowledged that what she did was wrong. Plus, it makes me feel even worse that the Hard Kay blogs and some other people are still supporting her and pretending that this whole thing just didn’t happen. Like do they just not care? Or is it that she’s twisted things and made them believe that the situation was different to what it actually was?

And tbh, this whole situation has even set me back in my own sort of personal self-acceptance journey. I had such bad internalised homophobia when I was younger, and it took me so many years to get to a place where I had mostly accepted myself. But now I just feel ashamed again, and I’ve gone back to my old habit of trying to force myself to be attracted to men. Like I downloaded Tinder the other day and set my preference to men and was swiping through profiles. It’s kinda silly actually. I did snap out of it and delete the app the next day though. But I don’t know, I feel like this whole thing has just kinda fucked with me a bit. I am trying to work this stuff out and get back to normal though. I think I’ll be good again in maybe a month or so, hopefully.

And… yeah. I just really resent her, and this situation upsets me. Because the reason she did this was so petty and ridiculous, and I guess she didn’t even realise how much it would impact people? Like I do know that my situation wasn’t as bad as some of the other people’s situations, and I feel really bad for them, and I hope they’re all doing okay. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for them. But it still has impacted me a lot more than I actually thought it would. I thought I’d get over it within a couple of weeks. But it’s been like two months, and I’m still not completely over it

I know it might not sound like a huge thing, but being outed really does affect you, even if it’s only to a few people. Because to me, I feel like I’ve had my sense of like, security and comfort taken away, and it’s kinda distressing. Sorry if I sound dramatic with any of this, I just really needed to say all of this stuff to other people besides myself lol

Like her actions have literally led to me being outed to a few people. A close friendship that I had has basically been ruined. I don’t feel comfortable or secure on Tumblr anymore, even though it used to be an important outlet for me. I’ve had a resurgence of anxiety about my sexuality. Etc.

And again, my dad is extremely homophobic and literally made death threats to me and physically attacked me back when I accidentally came out to him in 2018 or 2019. And if he had gotten that email, I don’t even know what would have happened. I don’t think he would have like… SERIOUSLY physically harmed me, but there would definitely have been a repeat of the first incident. More throwing chairs at me and hitting and screaming and death threats. I don’t really want to think about it.

It just bothers me that she didn’t even consider that? Like did it not even cross her mind? And my dad is bad, but I’m sure there are people in the fandom who have even worse parents, and she could have got one of those people instead. It’s just so… I don’t know, it’s just so frustrating to me.

Anyway, I just hate her for what she did… Like maybe I shouldn’t, but I really do resent her so much, and I don’t think I could forgive her even if she apologised to us all (which I don’t think she even would because she doesn’t seem to have any decency whatsoever). The least she could do is at least express some kind of remorse, but she just genuinely doesn’t care, and that’s super messed up. All over some stupid Tumblr blog that is much less important than she thinks it is.

But anyway… I apologise for the whole rant, and if anybody read all the way down to here, I appreciate it. I do actually feel a bit better now that I’ve got this all typed out. And I’m sorry for the oversharing lol, I usually don’t do this, but I just felt like I really needed to tell people and get it off my chest so that I can try to get over it — L

submisssion⬆️⬆️⬆️

ok L i am trying to remain calm here because this isn’t about me.  but i am very emotional right now.  i am so so so infinitely sorry that you had to go through this harrowing and terrifying experience.  ttb (now blogging under spade-riddles) is absolutely disgusting, lower than dirt, that she would put your life, safety, and well-being at risk over a fucking kaylor blog.

please please please im me or get in touch somehow because i want to offer you support.  have you been financially impacted by this?  we can raise money.  do you need therapy?  we can help you find the support you need.  this community is unequivocally here for you.  whatever you need, if it’s in my power to help you get it, i will.  you have my solemn promise on that.

i am so deeply and desperately sorry that you have gone through this.  i was shaking while reading your story.

i am in touch with other people and we are in discussion about the best way to let tumblr know what happened.  this will be a safe space for you (and all of us) again if it’s the last thing i do.  this community is 100% here for you in any way we can help, sending you all the support and love we have.

#submission #tw: abuse #tw: homophobia

[queenmolina]

bobby was in the system 

i’m going into detail about how i imagine it just because that’s what anon asked me to do - if you think this might be upsetting then i advise you to stop reading here <3

i’m going to preempt this with some disclaimers

- i’m british so my pov of the system will be wrong, i’m not even going to try and translate it

- i’m not picking out sad/tragic things to be deliberately upsetting for the sake of an angsty backstory, this is just genuinely how i choose to imagine it happening 

- this is a compilation of my friend and i semi-projecting onto our shared comfort character. im more than happy to share this because i really like this take for bobby, but please be sensitive in any comments you might make in (more for other people’s sake - im comfortable to discuss any of the content)

bobby doesn’t remember his parents. he lived with them for a time and from what people have told him, they were a really happy family. his mom was a therapist and his dad was an author. there are photos of the two of them smiling happily at the camera - some even had a small, baby-faced bobby bouncing on their knee, though they called him robin. it’s on all of his certificates, all of the documents. his name is robin. it doesn’t feel right

when he’s three, bobby’s parents pass. he thinks it must have been some kind of accident - to take them both in one go - but he doesn’t get offered any explanation. he’s almost immediately fostered into a family but there’s so many kids there that it’s basically a foster home. he’s one of the youngest and is immediately babied by all of the older kids which is where he starts to be selective about physical affection/contact with other people

he stays there until he’s six. all of the kids there get moved about when their ‘parents’ (it’s what the kids were told to call them but it never really applied) decided they actually weren’t cut out to look after a dozen children and threw in the towel

six year olds are a bit middle of the range in terms of how quickly people foster/adopt them but bobby’s gained a bit of a reputation for being ‘tricky to manage’ because he’s so fussy - he’s not fussy, he just wants people to stop mollycoddling him and give him some peace and quiet. he stays in a foster home for a year until eventually a couple take him in. but it doesn’t last long - they say bobby acts out and all of a sudden he’s back on the front step with his shopping bag of possessions and they’re passing ‘robin’ back as though he’s a library book and not a child

from the ages of eight to twelve, he gets passed back and forth from one place to the next. some are better than others, obviously. there’s the malone’s where the only other kid is their 17 year old biological daughter who thankfully doesnt much care for ambushing bobby like some of the others had. there’s the harper’s where bobby’s surprised they even passed the social worker visit because the house is a tip - but the carers are nice and he has his own room. there’s the vegaro’s who he even allows himself to hug when he had to leave. the rest of them aren’t even worth remembering. they never lasts, even the nice ones always go wrong. he’s back in the foster home every time he begins to get settled

when he’s twelve, the rate at which he gets fostered slows again. he sidles along with the older kids who seem to have given up hope and spend their days causing trouble or sneaking out of the home just because they can. bobby doesn’t go with them for a few months - until he realises that it’s fine. no one will care if he disappears for a few hours. will they even care if he doesn’t come back at all?

on his thirteenth birthday, one of the carers helps him gather his stuff from his bunk and shove it all into a bag. he’s fed up of trying to find a real home so when a woman shows up to take him, he doesn’t even try for a smile

it’s his aunt. his biological family. she has the same soft features as his mother in the photos and the same dark, pin-straight hair. somehow it manages to hurt more when she wrinkles her nose at his attempts of a conversation

her husband is nice. jerry, his name is. a portly man with a receding hairline and a frequent habit for offering bobby a sip of his beer. he’s not related to bobby by blood but it’s nice to feel like someone’s on his side

his aunt hates him. she doesn’t say it out loud - not when bobby’s in the room - but he sees how she looks at him. he hears her arguing with jerry about him sometimes and saying nasty things about his mother too. she and jerry seem to fall out a lot

she leaves one day. and doesn’t come back.

for once, bobby doesn’t get sent back to the foster home. if anything, he feels more welcomed once his aunt had gone. he and jerry feel like family - a little strained but bobby thinks that must be how all families feel. they watch tv together and even share hobbies. jerry even bought him a guitar, something brand new and for bobby and not second hand. bobby was worried he would have to give it back when the time came for him to return to the home but that wasn’t something to worry about right now. he meets jerry’s friends and family and for once, bobby feel like he has a family of his own

this is also the longest he’s ever stayed at one school. he thinks he might be making friends (he can call them friends this time, they’re not allies. they’re friends)

when he’s fifteen, jerry passes. he hadn’t been very well, it had been getting worse. bobby had seen that it was coming and had half-packed a bag before it had even happened

his new friends from school come to the funeral and sit with him on the front row of pews. alex - who was a foot taller than the rest of them - cowers a little from all of the attention. luke pulls at his sleeves and collar, clearly uncomfortable in the fancy get up, but he offers a sad smile whenever bobby catches his eye. reggie isn’t sure what to make of the whole thing but he can see that bobby’s upset and their shoulders knock together whenever reggie wants to remind him he’s not alone. at one point, bobby even takes reggies hand in his. he would be embarrassed or uncomfortable at the contact except he’s lost his family and he’s probably going to lose his friends too

instead of going back to the group home, he’s asked to move in with jerry’s mother, althea

she has a pretty big house and a garage which she converts into a space for bobby to hang out. he’s still unused to having his own room so to have two feels a little overwhelming. he invites his friends over to fill the space and when luke asks to start a band, bobby allows him to convert the garage into a makeshift studio. althea doesn’t mind, in fact she encourages it.

bobby isn’t the best at putting his thoughts into words but he can put them into action so when the boys start having trouble at home, he makes one thing very clear: the studio is their home. the studio belongs to all of them and if they ever need a place to stay, they should stay here. this is their home, where they’re loved and looked after. bobby tells them this in fewer words but he hopes they understand

(he’s not sure why the boys are so upset about their home lives - bobby would do anything to be with his parents. that is until he sees alex stifling hot tears or luke choking up over his test results or reggie knocking on his bedroom window at two am, desperate to escape the noise. then he gets it)

luke moves in and bobby starts carting his dinners to the studio to eat. althea pretends not to notice that there’s another boys clothes in her laundry loads and just starts doubling bobby’s food portion to make sure they both get enough

then it goes wrong. and bobby loses another family.

althea teaches him things to keep him distracted. she shows him how to knit, teaches him more tagalog, more recipes. it does nothing to make him feel better but he could never tell her that. he’s grateful for every moment she spends with him. she didn’t owe him anything and yet she took him in. the least he could do is try to smile and forget about his boys for a moment. for her. 

she’s the one that encourages him to keep creating music, to make them a legacy they can be remembered by. it doesn’t work out that way in the end and she’s the only person that understands how the guilt weighs him down quite so much

years later, when he’s told that he’s going to be a father, his first thought is to run. he can barely cope with being responsible for himself, let alone another person. but it wasn’t his choice, she was going to have the baby. he was going to be a father

carrie is three when her mother leaves. it feels like another cruel twist of fate, like a knife in his gut. he always wondered when it would be his turn to go. he’s 29 and maybe he should’ve gone 26 years ago with his parents, or 14 years ago with jerry, or 12 years ago with his boys. but he would not let carrie have his struggles. so he cries to althea alone and puts on a brave face for his daughter

#i didn’t mean to write quite so much but !!! #oops #but this is how i picture it #because trevor as a parent is just desperately trying to keep his family together the way he did with his boys #he’s trying to give carrie everything the boys needed: acceptance and peace and support #thats all he knows #bobby just wants his family!!! #because he knows how much the boys hurt when they didn’t get their parents support (particularly luke) so he throws his support at carrie #netflixwewantjatp2 #jatp #julie and the phantoms #bobby wilson jatp #bobby jatp #bobby wilson #i’ve officially named him robin now #robin robertson bobbins #bobby robertson bobbins #boggie #sunset curve #queenmolina hcs #tw foster care #tw death mention #tw abandonment #cw death mention #cw foster care #cw abandonment

[thotsforvillainrights]

Anon listen!

(Someone requested a like headcanon thing for shiggy and overhaul wearing a maid dress and getting pegged. I apologize that I accidently deleted it. My box was buggy and it was showing doubled like it had been sent twice so I deleted one of them thinking I would have it’s copy. When I refreshed, both of them were gone! Also someone else requested something but I can’t remember what it was. I just know it was also doubled. So I’ll write that headcanon set here and now. As for the other one lost in the void, I apologize!!!!)

~Maid Dress and Pegging Tomura/Kai~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

~Shigaraki~

-I mean you might have to force him a little bit by putting some things on the line. Making some sacrifices and doing a sort of eye for eye thing yknow? So yeah he’ll put on the damn dress for you, but tomorrow you better give him a ridiculous amount of head until he finishes in that mouth of yours. I’m talking about how he wants to stuff your mouth with cum, so seriously consider if it’s worth it in the long run. If you’re still down for it, then he’ll grumble as he puts the dress on. He swears you better not take any pictures of him like this either. He glares at you, and especially glares when you pull out the strap (for readers with a cock already, the make hollow ones). It takes a lot of negotiation to make him even so much as get on his knees for something as scandalous as this! He’s never had any type of fake plastic/silicone in his ass before until now. He hates to admit it but he actually liked that shit. Maybe he might put the dress on again one day, for special occasions like your birthday. The same goes for that strap on coming into contact with his asshole again.

~Overhaul~

-He literally tells you “fuck no” when you first bring it up. If you know him well then you know it’s not a good idea to press him until he’s angry or annoyed. It’s best to let it lie for a while before asking again maybe a week or two later. However, he goes back to the office to research this because his curiosity gets the best of him. He wonders what the strap will feel like inside himself, how the cool tip of it will feel when it goes inside nice and slow...damn, now he’s getting a little hot and bothered. To your surprise, he goes to you first and brings it back up. You agree to go slow with things and he complies with your requests surprisingly easy. He figures (despite it feeling a bit degrading) that the dress must be an essential part to the experience. If we’re being honest, he’d rather see you wearing it while cleaning the floors with your ass in the air. Despite this, he goes along with it and realizes just how badly he craved it right after he cums and makes a mess of the sheets below him. After coming down from the high of his orgasm, he requests you reenact this at least 3 times a month or more. Sharing is caring. If you get on your knees for him, he’ll do the same for you ^_^

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 1

a/n: this is a mini-series that are based off of your asks and once i,,,,, finish,,,, my seijoh phase, i will also do this for the other schools but pls take these offerings in the meantime as i work on the next part of my manager!seijoh and the time traveler au 

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anon request: 

Wow, your series of Seijoh managers is so cute.🥺👉👈 After starting to read, I can only think about Oikawa and y / n on a Saturday night seeing mean girls, painting nails, taking care of the skin and the another day Oiks rubbing the face of everyone who spends much more time with his dear businessman LMAOO Anyway, congratulations on your work 💕💕 seriously, I LOVE this series omg-

I MIGHT BE AN IWA AND KYO STAN BUT OIKS IS DEFINITELY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND PRETTIEST DUMPSTER IVE EVER SEEN

yep lets start the pilot

so basically, oikawa was being oikawa again

what might i mean, you ask

well, he was starting to work much harder than before since this was his last ever inter-high and his last ever chance on beating ushiwaka 

even though they finally have the team assembled avengers assemble! with kyo back on the team, he still felt lacking and wanted to use every single free time to work on becoming better

yall fun fact about me, oikawa is actually my favorite character bc of how hard he works and the pain i have in that once scene during the karasuno match when he slammed into the tables and was struggling to get up bc of his knee----NO IM SOBBING AGAIN

iwa noticed him doing this again so he sent you out to drag him out and distract him from this 

‘cmon oikawa-san-’

‘NO, Y/N-CHAN! I HAVE TO-’

‘no, the only thing you have to do is spend time with me bc i miss you and i want to have that movie you kept talking about’

bahahaha he is so whipped that a single ‘i miss you’ from you will literally make him break his back and bend for you

it was successful and you were in your room, your parents understanding oikawa and his antics since youve complained about it before, and he was sitting on your floor while looking through movies

‘y/n-chan, do you have no alien movies in here? or barbie?’

IN MY CONTENT, IT IS CANON THAT OIKAWA LOVES THE BARBIE MOVIES FITE ME

you laughed from your spot on your bed and shook your head

‘no, oikawa-san. natsu took all my barbie movies and i get scared of alien movies’

he pouted but continued to look until his eyes literally lit up

it was like god took a picture of him and you saw the flash

‘MEAN GIRLS! Y/N-CHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU LIKED THIS TYPE OF MOVIE!’

he shrieked but you shrugged

‘meh. katsuki, natsu’s boyfriend, gave it to natsu as a joke but he gave it to me instead bc he cannot stand regina george’

you reasoned while picking out nail polish colors and looking through the ingredients of your face masks

‘WE’RE WATCHING THIS! PERIODT!’

omg hes so loud but i am too so we compatible

ugh i hate my logic

then later,

as the movie played, you were arguing with oikawa as he refused to wear the unicorn and wanted the panda one, which was your favorite

‘OIKAWA-SAN, I LIKE THIS ONE!’

‘Y/N-CHAN I LIKE IT MORE!’

you sucked in a sharp breath before relenting bc you wanted oikawa to be relaxed per request of your beloved senpai

‘fine. but i get to paint your nails’

he nodded eagerly and you handed him the packet, to which he simply stared at it

‘y/n-chan, can you,,,, put it on me?’

he sheepishly asked and you gave him a confused and bewildered look

‘oikawa-san, have you never put these on yourself?’

he shook his head, cheeks flushing and eyes focusing on the blue blanket

‘my sister always put it on for me. or iwa-chan’

‘IWA-?! wHAT-?!’

but you nodded anyways and he made you sit on his lap to put it on

‘um, oikawa-san, this position-’

he smiled at you, a gentle and real smile, not the ones for his fangirls

‘nuh uh, its fine, y/n-chan. oikawa-san loves you so he likes you right here’

he mumbled, blushing and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer making you giggle and nod

‘okay. close your eyes then, oikawa-san’

he excitedly nodded, expecting a kiss from you but you flicked his forehead making his eyes fly open and wince at the pain

‘so perverted, oikawa-san. pervert-oikawa-san’

you scolded and he pouted

he said something but you didnt listen, instead placing the mask on his face and smoothing it out

his fringe was about to touch the wet material so you hastily grabbed a clip and held his hair up

he looked so cute that you couldnt help but reach over and snap a picture of him

‘ara ara gomen did y/n-chan just take a picture of oikawa-san?’

he teased but you shook your head

‘no. what are you talking about?’

he did the same thing to you and now you were both painting each other’s nails, ofc staying loyal to your school mint green and baby blue on the ring fingernail

lmao dont blast me for not being exact w the school colors but it looks mint green to me

he finished yours first and omg?? hes so??? good?? like what???

you were holding his large hands with your small fingers and his heart started thumping really fast at the simple touch 

‘thank you,,,,, y/n-chan’

you looked up to him with large eyes, still unfamiliar with the softness of his voice

it was such a contrast compared to his usually loud and obnoxious, mocking tone

‘oikawa-san is not a really good captain since he burdens and bothers everyone but you always fix it all and keep everyone together. so, sorry for everything’

he mumbled and the eye holes from the mask let you see his sad eyes, genuinely sad about himself

you made the last paint stroke and capped the nail polish before leaning forwards, hands on his thigh so you could be closer

oikawa ofc freaked out because wow youre so much prettier up close and he doesnt?? deserve you??

your eyes blazed with anger and he stuttered your name but you cut him off

‘OIKAWA-SAN IS NOT USELESS. HE IS A REALLY GOOD CAPTAIN WHO LED HIS TEAM TO BATTLE THE ULTIMATE RIVAL AND EVEN THOUGH THEY LOST, THEY STILL WON IN MY EYES. YOU GOT KENTA-KUN TO COME BACK EVEN THOUGH HE DIDNT WANT TO BUT HE DID BC HE KNOWS HOW GOOD YOU ARE. HE WANTS TO PLAY ALONGSIDE A PLAYER WHO DESERVES TO BE ON THE COURT AND EVERYONE ELSE THINKS THE SAME THING. ME, Y/N, IS JUST A MANAGER WHO MIGHT NOT KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT VOLLEYBALL OR THE TECHNIQUES AND ALL THAT BUT I RECOGNIZE YOUR TALENT AND YOU WILL MAKE IT BIG SOMEDAY, OIKAWA-SAN! I PROMISE! AND WHEN YOU DO, I WILL SUPPORT YOU AND COME TO YOUR GAMES BC YOU ARE MY CAPTAIN AND I DONT REGRET EVER MEETING YOU. SO DONT APOLOGIZE AND SAY SORRY TO ME, INSTEAD TELL ME YOU ARE HAPPY TO BE IN THIS TEAM AND SAY YOU LOVE THE TEAM AND YOU LOVE VOLLEYBALL AND YOU LOVE-’

but he cut you off, placing a chaste kiss on your exposed nose

yall really thought it was the,,,, speaking function part of your face

nahnahnah that is only for the doggie

oop what

 you stopped, flustered at the sudden action but oikawa smiled

‘i love you, y/n. i really love you so give me a chance, okay? i will wait, no matter how long it takes but,,,, let me catch up and for now, think about me, okay?’

BRUH HOW IS THAT RELEVANT TO HER LONG RANT LIKE WHAT---

you tilted your head to the side, confused

she is deadass naive like bls protect her

‘a chance for what? you want to catch up for what? youre already good, oikawa-san’

then he laughed

so much more different than the ones he let out in public

it was so,,,, beautiful

you found yourself grinning with him and he calmed down, brushing away the stray hairs that is in danger of getting stuck on your mask

‘come on, y/n-chan. lets go take this off’

he stood up and offered his hand which you took

after the moisturizing and final touch-ups for your skin, you finally settled on the blanket fort and dozed off, the movie still playing but you were too comfortable in oikawa’s arms that you didnt even notice the credits rolling

the next day, you didnt feel the need to mention it at all

but oikawa did and it was still truly an accident

iwa heard about him staying late again and you having to drag him out of there and he was hitting him and kicking him again

you were so used to this that you were just writing down your notes at the corner, oblivious to oikawa’s crying

finally, he had enough of it

‘SEE THIS IS WHY Y/N-CHAN DOESNT LET YOU SPEND THE NIGHT WITH HER! BECAUSE YOU ARE SO MEAN!’

um, sire what did you just say

that was completely taken out of context and everyone, omg, especially iwa and kyo just froze

‘what,,, did you just say?’

iwa asked in a dangerously low voice and you shrugged

‘you told me to distract him, iwa-san, so i did. he was happy and satisfied and thats all that matters, right?’

you shot them a smile and oiks had such a smug smile when iwa looked at him and he was about to hit him when kyo just came out of nowhere and YEETED the smile off of his face

oikawa screamed

just a wittle blurb about this bc i totally love this :( and he totally needs more love and some of my readers love oikawa and want oikawa manager content so here it is!!! feast on these crumbs!!!!

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[seungmoroll]

Taking Care of My Princess | Mark Tuan

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: angst, fluff, Mark x female!reader

Requested: yes

A/n: to the anon that sent in this request, thank you! I hope you like it!

           You had just finished running a few errands in town when you had gotten a call from your boyfriend Mark. When you had picked up the call, it was just Mark catching up with you, telling you that he missed you and that he wanted you back at your shared apartment.  You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your boyfriend, knowing that you were just at your apartment three hours ago. Too busy with your phone call, you had missed the oncoming bus as you crossed the street. Unable to slow down fast enough, the bus had struck you, causing you to crash into the bus and then into the ground. While strangers quickly come to your aid, from your phone, one could faintly hear the concerned voice of Mark calling out to you.

           “Y/n? What was that? Y/n? Y/n?” But alas, you were unable to respond to him as you laid there unconscious next to your phone.

           When Mark had gotten the call from the hospital, he had dropped everything and came racing to you. On his way there, he felt himself getting sick. He didn’t know what your condition was, all he knew was that he had to get to you quick. Once he had got to the hospital, he had gone to the reception desk, frantically asking about you. Luckily, a doctor had picked up on your name and was able to escort him to you. To say he was shocked about your condition was an understatement. His mind had quickly gone to the conclusion that you were in critical condition, but there you were, simply resting in a hospital bed with only a few stitches and a cast on your leg. As if you weren’t hit by a bus, you nonchalantly wave at him when you see him approach you. Pulling you into a crushing hug, Mark reveals, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

           “Silly, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” Pulling away from you, Mark asks you, “How you could possibly be joking around during a moment like this?” Simply shrugging, you show Mark your cast.

           “Look, the doctor says I have to wear this for 6 weeks.” Mark carefully inspects your leg, thanking the heavens that this was the only bad thing that happened to you. “You know what that means right?” Taking his eyes off your leg and back to your face, he looks at you in confusion, “It means that you can’t leave my side for the next 6 weeks.” Brightly smiling at Mark, he can’t help but wonder how you’re being so casual about this whole situation.

           Later on, when you get discharged from the hospital, you are given crutches to walk on, but Mark refuses to let you use them, telling you to get on his pack so that he could give you a piggyback to the car. You happily accept his proposal with no hesitation. “I could get used to this,” you say as you let Mark place you into the car, “It’s like I’m a princess.” Buckling you up, Mark replies to you, “What’re you talking about? I’ve always treated you like a princess.” Quickly giving you a peck on the cheek, he goes to shut the door and makes his way to the driver seat to take you home.

           Over the course of the next few weeks, Mark did exactly as you said and did not leave your side once. He always made sure that you were comfortable and that you were taking your medication. “Hey babe, you take your medicine yet?” Shaking your head no, Mark goes to grab your pills and a glass of water. Handing everything over to you, he sits down next to you and watches as you take your medication, putting the glass down on the table for you once you were done. Pulling you into his side, he pulls out his phone so that the two of you could cuddle as you watched youtube videos together. Eventually the two of you would fall asleep like this sometimes, and every time you woke up, you’d be in your bed with your foot carefully propped up.

           He made you your favorite meals. Not wanting to leave you alone, he would carry into the kitchen with and set you on top of the counter as he went about cooking; letting you taste the food as it was made. He refused to let you help him, not wanting you to injure yourself any further. One time you were in the kitchen by yourself and you wanted to grab a bowl to eat some cereal, but you were struggling to get the bowl from the cupboard and Mark reprimanded you for not calling for him to get it for you. “Y/n,” he said sternly, “Why didn’t you call for me? You know I could’ve gotten it for you.” Feeling bad for making Mark worried about you, you put on your best puppy dog eyes, “I’m sorry, I just thought I could get it on my own.” Not being able to stay angry at you for more than a second, Mark’s features soften, petting your head gently, he says, “It’s fine, I’m not mad. Next time just call for me okay?” Nodding your head, you silently point towards something. Following the direction of your finger, Mark sees that you’re pointing up towards your favorite cereal, understanding what your implying, he says to you while smiling, “Of course I’ll get it for you.”

           He even helped you get dressed and bathe, though it first it was a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but now the two of you were just used to it. Secretly, it was your favorite way to spend time with each other because that’s when Mark was extra careful with you and paid attention to the littlest details. Moments like those shared between the two of you held a different type of intimacy, and you loved every bit of it.

           Though if you were to be honest, you missed being independent. It’s not like you hated the time spent with Mark, you just missed being able to do your own things without needing his help. Sometimes you felt like a child and sometimes you just didn’t want to hassle Mark, but he hasn’t voiced out any problems at any point of time. You were pretty sure that he was enjoying this more than you were. This week especially, you just starting to feel like Mark was being slightly overbearing.

           At this point, your leg was almost completely done healing. It was still in a cast, but you felt like you could do more things by yourself now, but the problem was that Mark still wouldn’t let you do any of it. Your breaking point was when you had gotten up from the couch to grab something and you had accidently stubbed your toe on your other foot on the coffee table. As soon as Mark heard you yelp in pain, he had come out to check up on you and when he saw you clutching onto your foot, he raised his voice towards you. “Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you? Just let me do everything for you.” Tired of hearing the same thing over and over again, you retorted, “I’m not a child Mark, I can do something as simple as grabbing a snack from the kitchen.”

           “Obviously you can’t,” he says as he lifts you back up onto the couch.

           Letting out an exasperated groan, you say, “Ugh I can’t wait until this stupid cast comes off and I can be free of your overbearingness.” Taken back by your confession, Mark quietly sits down next to you. “Didn’t you want to be pampered like a princess though? I just wanted to take care of my princess.”

           Feeling bad that you might have hurt Mark’s feelings, you explain to him, “I did at first, and it was amazing, and I appreciated everything you did for me, but sweetie, I just want to have me time again and be able to do things on my own.” Understanding how you felt, he nods in response, “And that’s fine, but I just don’t want you to get hurt again.” Taking his hand into yours, you tell him, “I won’t, I promise, and if I do, I’ll let you take care of me all over again, but you know, with you being just a tad bit less overbearing, okay?”

           Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he pulls you into his side and lays a kiss on your temple, and says to you, “I’ll do whatever you want me to because for you, I’ll always take care of my princess.” Playfully hitting him in the chest, you push him away from you, “Ugh, you’re so cheesy.”

           Giving you that bright smile that you loved so much, he quips, “You love it.”

           “Yeah, yeah, now why don’t you go make me a cup of hot chocolate so we can cuddle while watching movies together.” Getting up from the couch, he bows in front of you, “As you wish, princess.” Rolling your eyes at his playful nice, you think about how lucky you are to have someone like Mark in your life.

A/n: ugh Mark would be such a wonderful and caring boyfriend. my requests are open if you guys have any requests, you can check out which groups I write for here: x

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