#alrightberries

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coming back from the dead to say i recently got in to star wars and didn't know where to find poe dameron fics but then remembered u used to write for that fandom so thank u miss nemo for keeping me well fed with quality writing and good characterizations across fandoms

Don't make me self promote, you know that never works out well for people like myself.

#but i love you and ive missed you and im very glad you enjoy my fics #and i might still be writing for this fandom so keep your eyes peeled #nemo answers #alrightberries #mutual appreciation

[moonlight-prose]

hi i just finished reading nocturnal and OBSESSED!! it's SO well written and i loved the way you portrayed the characters. when i first found the first chapter i thought it was just an adorable meet cute about steven and his insomniac co-worker, but then i found the second chapter and i'm absolutely hooked!

fun lil fact: i'm an insomniac and my bf and i have discovered that the easiest way to get me to sleep is to read to me/talk to me, and every time the reader in nocturnal falls asleep i always imagine that's what steven's doing for her. it's a win-win: he gets to stay up reading, she gets to fall asleep. also, i can confirm it's a nice and comfy position to be in 🥺

i also loved the part where marc tried to mimic what he thought steven would do so you wouldn't wake up and get suspicious. it just makes sense to me— he does his thing, you're blissfully oblivious, and steven won't be too suspicious when he comes back. also, the little cliffhanger you left off in the second chapter has me biting my nails in anticipation bc normally i've got a pretty good grasp at how things flow but with this one i'm stumped with who's on the other end of the line. could be marc bc on one hand maybe he was hoping it'd wake you up so you won't be late for work, but on the other hand he probably wouldn't want to risk exposing his location/alt number. but it also could probably not be marc altogether.

either way, i'm SO excited to see how you handle the story and write out the next parts. have a lovely day deae author, you've certainly made mine! ♥️

HIIIII. I saw this yesterday when I woke up and basically got super duper emotional about it. You've literally made my whole year. I'm so SO HAPPY you're loving the story!! It's become one of my favorites and you have no idea how much it means to me to read this.

There's no doubt about it. Steven Grant reads to help them fall asleep at night and when it's not possible for that night, they read to him. I love that your bf does that for you. YES!! That whole scene was Marc trying to play himself off as Steven, because he panicked when they woke up. Not to say he won't fall for them as well later on. As for who's on the other end of the line I'm having fun throwing hints for it in the next chapter.

Thank you so much for this darling. I'm literally screaming for joy while typing this. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

#witch aunt responds #alrightberries darling #i'm fine #i'm just crying cause this was the sweetest thing ever

[willowser]

now i wake up by your side—

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 2.8k+

tags: u.a. college au, canon-compliant, reader has a telekinesis/telepathic quirk, references (and potential spoilers) for the current arc in the manga, angst, a lot of secret hidden feelies

tysm to @alrightberries for giving me the opportunity to bring this lil thought of yours to life 🥺 your patience and understanding during the time it took me to write this is so appreciated it, and tbh you're the reason i'm even still here right now LOL you're so sweet, and i hold your kindness so close to my heart. i wish i could convey how much it means to me. i hope i did this even a lil justice !! happy birthday dear !!!! 🥺🩷✨️

Sero dreams of watching the sunrise on top of the Roppongi Observatory.

It’s a beautiful sight, one you’ve never seen with your own eyes, but you soak in the warmth flushing across his cheeks and the anticipated break of morning through the clouds. When he takes in a hefty breath, you feel the spring chill sting inside his chest, crisp and clear, like it’s you breathing instead of him, and it’s almost comforting enough to lull you to sleep, too.

But a clay pot shattering against a nearby bench has your eyes springing open, ripped from the haven you’d been lost to. 

You have to blink several times in order to fight through the exhaustion wearing you thin, but the evening returns to you in small, bleary doses. It’s the middle of the night—or at least it was when you’d first wandered out to the training field, and you can’t be sure how many hours have passed since then. Across the yard, you’ve successfully managed to carry four pots from the garden plot near the entrance all the way to your feet with your Quirk— but number five sits in pieces in the grass.

You’ll have to clean that up by morning or Eraser will make you run laps until you puke. Again.

Kirishima flits through your mind in a suit and tie: not as a Hero, but a spy of some kind, chasing down men with masks covering their faces and wielding a gun that looks odd in his hands, even in his own dream. Despite being back in the dorms, stories up and near the end of the hall, you can see it—hear him yelling out at the criminal to stop, feel the thud of the ground under his feet. His own determination blares through you like a freight train, as strong and damning as he is, and you fight to force yourself back inside your own shoes as you try to carry another pot.

Recovery Girl used to tell you that you did this to yourself: all your worry about losing sleep psyching yourself out of it completely, chasing it away before it even had the chance. When everyone is getting ready for bed, heading out of the common room and hitting the showers, you can feel that suspense building; what will come across tonight while everyone dreams? Fantasies? Or nightmares?

During the day it’s easier to drown out the foot-traffic of everyone’s thoughts—you do it without trying, now—but your brain needs rest, too. Letting go of control for even a second, just to get some shut eye is—

Something frightening is outlined in your peripheral vision, the dash of a pale shape you aren’t able to discern before it’s gone. The air turns metallic and stale and you can hear water sloshing, though you’re nowhere near the pools. All your blood rushes in your ears and your fingers curl, like you’re gripping your seat—gripping the edge of the couch in the common room, where you’d been sitting beside Mina when Kaminari put on that horror movie. The one with the—

“The hell are you doin’?”

Your eyes snap open for the hundredth time that night—show over, credits rolling—and it’s Bakugou. Standing only feet away from the new set of clay shards of your failure, tangible and real and staring at you with an intensity not even your dreams could mimic.

You blink, eyes stinging and heavy. You must look insane. “Oh, hey,” the voice that comes out of you is far-away, chartered off to distant lands, and he notices immediately, focus razor-sharp despite how late it is. “What did you say?”

Bakugou wrinkles his nose, like he’s offended at having to repeat himself. “I said, what the hell are you doin’? It’s nearly 2 in the morning and you’re out here throwin’ shit around in your fuckin’ pajamas.”

Almost on cue, the breeze brushes past your legs, chilly enough to have you shivering, and you peek down at them as if you don’t know what they look like. The sweater you’re wearing is from second year and the U.A. logo is half-worn off, but it’s the comfiest thing you own and if you’re going to be plagued all night by the forced intimacy of your classmates’ dreams—you at least want to be cozy.

When you look back up at him, Bakugou is pointedly looking away, taking interest in something other than your wimpy state of dress. 

It dawns on you then that he’s out here, too, in sweats and a simple back sweatshirt, hair a messy, golden halo in the pale, buzzing field lights. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think his face was a little rosy, but—maybe you’re seeing things.

Still. Being out and away from everyone, alone with Bakugou, makes your stomach tighten horribly. Like you’ve done too many sit-ups.

You try to brush off your sudden bout of shyness, because you know he’ll clock that in no time, too. “Well, I could ask you the same thing.” At the raise of your eyebrows, he only tchs, and casts you a filthy look. “But I think maybe I’ll just mind my own business.”

The face he makes is so awful and hot-blooded that you laugh, truly and earnestly, enough that a headache pulses to life. You wince, and the stream of pain that shoots down the middle of your skull brings back that image of Kirishima’s action-thriller: blood and knives, the sound of skin on skin, a fist against cheekbones, the ugly snap of breaking—

“Oi.”

Bakugou is closer than before, when you’re grounded back inside yourself. At least no pots have been broken this time. Less to clean up.

“Sorry,” you shoot him an apologetic smile that you know he must hate. “It’s just so—” your hand feels like it’s made of lead, but you drag it up to massage slow circles into your temple, trying not to grit your teeth and worsen the pounding in your head. “So loud sometimes.”

He’s silent until the pain ebbs out, and when you can blink without flinching, you peek up to catch how intently he’s watching your face. In the night like this, his eyelashes seem darker, longer, a kind of haunting beauty you would dream about, if you could get some sleep.

Again, you think of Kaminari’s horror movie, legs pressed against Mina’s under the heavy comforter she’d brought down from her room. It’s warm, the kind of pink, fluffy thing you’d imagine a girl like her to have—but it didn’t stop you from shivering every time you chanced a glance at Bakugou and found him already staring back.

The heat in your cheeks spreads to the back of your neck, so immediate that you think you might start sweating. “Dreams and stuff,” you murmur, by way of an explanation, “nightmares, sometimes.”

Bakugou's frown deepens, the muscle in his jaw tightening once as he grits his teeth. “What, you can just…hear that shit all night?”

“Usually,” you shrug, “It just comes in, you know? And I—” you steal another glance at him, aware, then, of just how intrusive you might sound. The veil of privacy is thin between you and others, and they don't often like being reminded of that. “Not for you, though. I don't—I don't get anything from you.”

And it's true, frustratingly enough. Not that you are ever intentionally peeking into anyone's head, but things slip through, occasionally—sudden reactions, wild, loose trains of thought. 

Bakugou's face twists, regardless, and you're reminded of all the times you've been forced to spar together, at Eraser's behest. One of the smartest in your class, quick on his feet and never without a plan; every time you've managed to get a hand on Bakugou, there's been nothing but a sea-shore calm.

It's hard to do and, at this point in your life, you've seen a thousand people try it—but he's the only one that's ever succeeded in keeping you at bay.

Nothing in his expression changes, but all your nerves spread to your voice until it shakes. “You're—I don't look in there, of course, but it's—you've always been…” Bakugou is terrible at taking compliments, you know that, almost as bad as you are at giving them. “Pretty, I guess.”

Awful, at giving them.

Embarrassment floods him, suddenly stained pink as he curls into himself. “Piss off,” he barks, and though he’s scowling at you in what must be disgust—you can’t help but to smile at how aggressively bashful he is.

You almost get the guts to make matters worse, just because you can. Admit how handsome you’ve come to find him, after the last few years, until his face is steaming in the sweet nighttime chill; the kind of intimacy you wouldn’t mind dreaming about again and again.

The absence of his thoughts are a comfort for your tired mind, has all the harsh edges of night fading into something a little easier to swallow, to breathe in. You know he does it on purpose as a strictly defensive move, but you almost want to thank him. For the quiet.

You don’t know if it’s from you or him, but when you reach a hand up to hover near his temple, the air buzzes between you, gently. Charged with that same thing that had you unable to look away from him in the common room only days ago. “In here, I mean,” you murmur, and the smile you pull on feels lame, but it’s as genuine as ever. “I don’t know, I don’t know how you do it. But it’s…nice.”

You’ve seen him die a thousand times.

Mostly in Midoriya’s dreams, sometimes in Eraser’s when he nods off during last period, but that horror—like many others, from that day—stains you all. When dinner is put away and showers are finished and the lights go out and the flood gates open, someone almost always relives the ugliness of it all; you’re more familiar with that moment than you are with any of your own.

Here and now, you close your eyes and see Jirou staring back at you, face beautiful and full of hope. You see Kirishima’s torn suit jacket and the blood on his cheek and the empty gun in his hand, the most dedicated secret agent. Aoyama is dreaming of his mother, something warm that makes you feel like you’re dazzling, too.

And yet—Bakugou is silent. Even right in front of you. Even after everything.

If anyone deserves the peace and quiet, you suppose it ought to be him.

“When’s the last time you got any sleep?”

You blink until his blurry figure is clear, and it’s like you can physically feel whatever energy you had left seeping from your body at the mere mention of sleep. “Maybe a morning or two ago,” you tell him truthfully, “I usually pass out after a few rounds of ‘throwin’ shit around’.”

Bakugou only stares at you as he digests the words, and once he’s gotten them down, he shakes his head before looking out over the mess you’ve made of the training field. With his head turned like this, you can take in the full weight of his scar—the one that’s wide and still baby-pink across his cheek. 

You almost get the guts to tell him he’s handsome. Almost.

Frustration is evident on his face when he looks back at you, but his voice comes out softer than you expect, like he's struggling to get out any words at all. “Can’t keep doin’ this,” he chastises. “Can’t be a Hero if you’re half asleep all the time. Gotta figure this shit out.”

“I am,” you give a lazy wave to your pots, “What’s wrong with this solution?”

“It's ass.”

“Alright, you have any better ideas, pretty boy?”

He bristles, visibly enough to have you snickering, and—you’re not sure what you expect of him; to continue his griping or leave you to your own devices, building his walls up high as he always does. Ever the fighter, ever the protector; maybe it’s a good thing, you tell yourself, because you’re weak like this and one of you needs to be thinking straight.

Despite his flush, there’s a playfulness to his grouchy expression, his raspy tone—and it has you leaning too far into things you don’t know how to name.

You never know what to expect of him.

There’s the slightest brush of skin against the back of your hand, and when you drop your eyes to the slowly-dwindling space between you—the rough pads of his fingers are touching you, gently. Softly enough to be the breeze, if it weren’t so warm.

You’re afraid to look at him, suddenly, like it will break whatever spell the night is casting over both of you; instead you press your lips together to stop their wobbling and the smile fighting to give you away. You’re waiting for that sea-shore calm, that quiet comfort, whatever it is he’s trying to offer you, strangely enough, in this moment. When you turn your hand over to catch his, the air buzzes again and the blood rushes in your ears.

You focus and—all you can see is your own face staring back at you. In a flash, like he’s cycling through his cards in a hurry, trying to find the best one.

You, across the arena during the entrance exam. You, in the locker room before the Sport's Festival. You, sitting in the common room during Christmas. You, ruined with tears and your own blood and covered in grime, on the darkest day of your life.

You, now. On the field in the stale light, prettier than you think you must look, for being so exhausted, the lines of your smile deep as you grin up at him.

—And then there's nothing.

The absence of noise is louder than anything. A stark, white silence that cuts through; a different world trickling away. A single touch and a little focus is all it takes to take root inside someone’s head and that’s always felt like a weapon, but now it feels like coming inside from a snowstorm, relief shuddering down your spine. Everyone else's fears and nerves and heartaches dissolve until they’re only a bitter taste at the back of your throat. Something far, far behind you

There’s just Bakugou. A strong silence that feels impenetrable, invulnerable to the outside. The steady beat of his heart is comforting in a way you didn’t realize it would be, has that bloody, dead-eyed image of him shifting into something else: another moment in Midoriya’s memories, of his silhouette standing in the sun, tall and fierce and alive.

Returned. Here and now with you, after numerous, unforeseen turns of events. You wonder if the ease surrounding you is his own, something else he’s sharing—or if this is just how it feels to be with him after so long. Maybe in the past it was different—you know it was; during the entrance exam, during the Sport’s Festival—but now you feel more relaxed than you ever have. A reminder that, no matter how dark the nights get, the sun is only just beyond the horizon. 

Returned, comforting and quiet.

(You won't know this until much later, but your hand will go slack in Katsuki's and his fingers will tighten around your own because he's not ready to let go yet. When your knees buckle, he'll already be there, awkwardly holding you up against his shoulder as his face flames and his eyes dart around the empty field, checking for any shitty snoops.

Ears is always up damn late, too, and there's a decent chance he'd get caught trying to haul you back to your room on the third fuckin’ floor, so there's really no better option than to gently lower you both to the grass. After a couple of minutes with no movement, the field lights will shut off and only the distant glow of the stars will remain.)

(You won't know this until much later, but Katsuki will arrange the both of you so that your head isn't slumped on the hard ground, but resting on the plush of his bicep, an arm around your shoulders so that the warmth can be shared between you both. His heart will pound hard enough in his chest to be worrisome, and every time you shuffle and scoot closer to him and nudge your nose into his sweater—Katsuki will fight to stay open and true, only honest with you in this wordless way.)

(You won't know this until the sun rises high behind your lids and your bones ache and he’s shown you things he could never say, but it's the best sleep you think you've ever gotten. With him, under the stars, surrounded by his calm and his constant.)

(You won't remember this but in your dream—your real dream, born from with solace Katsuki offers you—the morning will rise and settle in and he'll walk you back to your room despite the stares and in the elevator when you're alone, his lips will touch yours and you'll feel his  heart in your chest and his nerves in your stomach and his fear and relief all in one.)

(And right away, when you wake up, you'll finally have a name for this thing that's been blooming between you both for as long as you can remember—and he will, too.)

#i was so nervous about getting the quirk right kahfkahf #and then i was so nervous about it being fluffy enough bc the first draft of this was too angsty ?? #SO I REWROTE IT LOL #i hope this is okay !! 🥺 #i love the idea of bakugou being able to express how he feels in emotion only #that the fear he doesn't know how to name or how to explain or understand is conveyed to you somehow #whenever he touches you #🥺 #tysm for giving me the chance to write it !!! #literally no but seriously you're the only reason i haven't privated this blog again LMAOOO tysm 🥺 #✿ willow writes #✿ one shot: bakugou

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continuation of the list to this post

tldr: supposedly unauthorized translation and publication of some aot works

@kojinnie (why you should not date aot boys)

@todoroki-sweetheart (waking them up to ask if theyre sleeping prank; asking them if they would punch you in the face for 1 million dollars; sex with the aot boys after a high risk mission)

@gangrenados (how he sleeps)

@lunaslovelyrambles (they love...)

@ackerman-supremecy (what aot men would be thinking as you're getting ready to pegg them)

@annashittyglasses (how they say goodnight)

@jaegershots (aot characters in a horror movie)

@fischltao (aot squirting headcanons)

@thezeninclan (protecting your drink at a party)

@sleepysnk (erwin teaching the 104th about sex)

@cherryskyies (messaging aot characters random things)

@papijean (habits they picked up with you; thigh riding)

@onyxoverride (aot characters taking nudes; aot character and a reader with tattoos)

@killerbananas (caught masturbating)

@marsandsaturn (aot boys and what they do when you are upset after a bad day; aot characters + instruments)

@mvrtaiswriting (are you afraid of spiders?; teaching you how to fight)

@cookiefics (if we broke up; what they love about you; which kiss is their favorite)

@alrightberries (when they wake up in the middle of the night and realize you drifted off to the other side of the bed)

@pumpkinpot (first time giving them head)

@arminsumi (holding hands for the first time; crushing on you + their confessions; eren and armin both liking you: accidentally walking in on you)

@daniet (aot (snk) headcanons)

@depressing-debbie (squad dad levi headcanons pt 5; aot characters at the pool; aot characters babysitting)

@feralaot (aot characters in the morning after a night with their s/o; what are their biggest per peeves; their mcdonalds orders)

@armeeen-loverblog (beautiful boy's)

@sweetdreamlandstuff (favorite sex position)

@peachigutz (aot men as fathers)

@dr4kenlvr (little things the aot men do)

@urmother-official (asking them for help in math)

@bokutokoutarou (dating the aot characters)

@akicult (aot trios babysitting)

@romantichomicide95 (what turns attack on titan men on; crush that doesn't like kissing)

@hangeslefteye (aot characters as tarots major arcana)

@suy4lvr (put your hand around my throat, please)

@ohimsummer (what it's like to date them)

@russic (a taste of you)

@crisalidaseason (what if nobody died?; which subjects in school would be aot characters favorite; aot characters in a zombie apocalypse)

@medli-komali (aot characters as babies headcanons)

@aizawa-s-wife (are they top, bottom, switch?)

@aetheternity (what leads them to want a round two; stop ip im on the phone)

@apollostears (nasty)

@ittojean (friendship headcanons; aot boys! and a partner who likes their muscles)

@wyvernslovecake (aot characters talking in their sleep)

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

to my dearest porco,

i know it's too much to ask of you not to hate me for what i've done, so i won't. but i do ask and pray that, one day, you'll find it in your heart to forgive me.

when i went to paradis as a warrior, i promised myself that when i came home, i'd finally tell you how i truly felt— about you, about us. the "us" that never happened because i was too scared to ask you out. the "us" that never happened because i couldn't look you in the eye when they said i was going to be a warrior and you wouldn't. the "us" that never happened because i didn't say goodbye to you before we left for paradis, foolishly thinking i'd see you again.

but... i must confess: even though you were crushed about not being selected as a warrior, i was relieved. because it meant that, unlike me, you had an entire future ahead of you where you can spend time with friende and family. maybe fall in love and settle down, start a family of your own and grow old and gray with your lover. and if i can be so bold, i also confess that it was a future i secretly wanted to share with you.

yet faith is cruel and my years are numbered. i don't have much time left, and the selfish side of me wants to spend that time with you. the selfish side of me wants to run back to marley and hope that you'll be there at the harbor so i can finally wrap my arms around you and tell you that, in all these years, i've held feelings for you that aren't just friendship. i can't pinpoint exactly what they are or when these feelings happened, but i do know it started when we were younger. i remember our first day as candidates and how you proudly announced that you'd become the one to inherit the armored titan, and i was in awe of your headstrong determination. and then we grew closer, and overtime, admiration blossomed into affection.

you've made me a better person. there were times during training... too many times... where i felt like giving up. but you never let me. you dragged me back up and forced me to better myself, pushed me harder and broke my limits so many times i honestly can't remember who broke my mental psyche more: you or our commanding officer. but as tough as your love was, it was what i carried across the sea and thought about late at night, staring at the sky, two steps away from breaking down. because porco galliard, the only thing that held me together in that god forsaken island was the thought of you. the memories of us laughing together in the mess hall. the hardships we faced when we trained. the little smiles and silent giggles when we'd sneak to the rooftop, hand in hand, so we can watch the stars and share secrets.

the only thing that kelt me going was the thought of coming back to you.

which is why it's with great irony that i tell you now: i won't be coming back. at least... not alive. because, fortunately or unfortunately, years of looking up to someone who held firm in his beliefs (aka you, doofus) has made me the same.

the world is wrong about paradis. they're wrong about these so-called "demons." the people of paradis are peaceful, wanting nothing more than to live quiet lives beyond the walls. they're just like us eldians, wronged by the world yet apologizing like it was us who wronged them, which is why i've decided to stay and fight with them— fight for them. i know you'll probably never understand or agree with what i'm saying, and i hope you understand that i will not apologize for choosing this path.

but i do apologize for leaving you, for never coming back like i promised i would.

i don't know how you feel about me and perhaps i never will. i know you probably hate me right now, though. maybe we'll meet again soon. maybe in the battlefield or in the afterlife, who knows? certainly not me.

but all i know is that, when i look into the sky, it comforts me to know that you're probably looking at it too. you always did love star gazing. i still don't know all the constellations but sometimes i like to play a little game— our little game— of making one up as i go. i know you don't believe in heaven but sometimes i wonder, when my time is up, will i be in the sky too? turned into a burning star, shinging down on earth? and if i do, will you look at me with the same awe you look at the other stars? will you look at me with the same awe i look at you?

i have to go soon. time's running out and i can't keep writing anymore. if this letter finds you, then let it be known that, sadly, this is my final hello and goodbye. i've no regrets about choosing this path or not telling you about how i truly feel in all these years, but i do wish i could've done so in person. i pray that this letter reaches you across the sea, and that it conveys all the unspoken words and wishes i so desperately wanted to say.

take care, pock, i wish you all the best. live the life i never could.

i love you.

sincerely,

T.

~~~~

T, 

Ever since we were little, you knew how to push my buttons. You always had that way about you, eyes glinting as you took in your surroundings, got to know everyone around you like the back of your hand. You found weaknesses, and you pushed and prodded, yet somehow soothed at the same time. We could never stay mad at you. Who knew that when you exclaimed back then that I had no weakness, you forgot to look in a mirror. You were dangerous then, just as you are now. My weakness. My Achilles heel.

That is how I know that the one I grew up with, the one that would always meet my challenge with a face of determination, no matter how tired you were, how many times you had been beaten down; I know you’re still in there. Somewhere. 

I do not know what those island devils have done to you, and frankly, I do not care. That future you speak of, that wonderful long life? It’s gone. I’ve been chosen. I have taken back what was rightfully mine, my birthright. And now, I journey to take back my future. The Jaw; and You. Past and present. Mark my words. I will have you back.

The Devils of Paradis have taken too much from me. You remember, they are the ones that nearly killed the Chief? That incompetent idiot Reiner? They took from us Annie. Bert. Marcel. How many more are we going to lose to them? 

I’ll come save you from them, their honeyed words have poisoned your ears and I won’t have it. I refuse to allow it. 

What have they done to you my stars? How have they taken the brightest light and snuffed it? My guiding light, stay strong. We are coming. All of us. 

You are right to say I do not understand. How could I? We fight for Marley. To redeem ourselves, to take back what was taken from us. Our pride. Our honour. You of all people should understand that. You trained harder than any of us. So why? Why now? When the time is so right, when you are poised in such a position. Why would you give up on us? On me? 

How could you stand with them knowing that you would have to face me? 

I refuse to answer to your ‘final’ hello and goodbye. You have anything to say, you say it to me face to face. Be it on the battlefield as you say, or as we hold each other on bloodied rubble. Say it to my face, dammit. Don’t write a letter saying goodbye. I won’t have it. 

I looked to the skies each day as the ships roll into the harbour waiting on the docks as you say. Each day you're gone I gaze upon the moon, as we did in our youth. I trace the constellations that remind me of your skin, and know that where you are in the world, the sky above us is one and the same. 

Keep your eyes up. Don’t you take your eyes off of them for a second. Our path was chosen for us, like the stars. There are rules. Duties. Bonds. 

We cannot lose the brightest star in our constellation, nor can I lose my guiding light. 

Dammit hold on. Stay strong. I know you’re still somewhere in there. Don’t become one of them. Come back to me. 

Faithfully, 

Porco 

Valentines Day event - now closed - sorry for the late delivery! 

@alrightberries tagging you bc I’m replying so late!

#ALRIGHTBERRIES #YOU KEEEEEEELED ME WITH THIS ONE #and I decided #to make it worse #ANGY PORCO #WHO DOES NOT UNDERSTAND #STUBBBORN BOY #I hope thats okay and it went....kind of where you were expecting?? #porco galliard #porco x reader #valentines day event 2021 #submission #suz.writes.

[alrightberries]

stop starting new wips and work on your old ones, fucking clown 🤡

#asks #alrightberries #FR THO I GOTTA WORK ON CURRENT WIPS

[puredivinity]

Pass the happy! 💌 When you get, this reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 more people! Get sending 🍃

boop!!! hi there!!!!!!! thank u for sending🥺

listening to music makes me real happy. there’s rarely a time where i don’t have my headphones in my ears, and i’m usually listening to one artist in particular!

playing the sims!!! it’s my all time favorite thing to do and that’s what i’m doing when i have my laptop open like 90% of the time. (i literally have the sims 3 open right now and i’m in the middle of making a sim lmfao)

my friends!!!! i love y’all. everyone gets a lovely little smooch and a well wish! i hope y’all have the loveliest of days.

taking naps....... i love snoozing tbh.

writing!!! this one is kinda off and on for me, due to the fact that i stop liking my own writing at times, but rn i like it. so it’s on the list.

#asks #alrightberries #ANYWAY lovely to see u🥺

[therealvalkyrie]

i don't have a lot of hurt/comfort recs but i have a one-shot called "may i?" that i think is a good read 🥺👉👈 kinda heavy tho at 8k but it's my fav thing i've written to this day

oh oh oh, boop trust me i have read it and loved it like my own child, that fic is so beautifully written it makes me weep😭

if you haven’t read “may i?” go do it now, it’s required reading

#boop #mootual appreciation #fic recs #ask valkyrie #alrightberries

[asteriasdaydream]

i just finished reading the first chapter of la douleur exquise and OH MY GOD i’m already so heavily invested in it!! levi being a lil shit to his ex but acknowledging that she has good skills for the job and hiring her is *chef’s kiss*

i can’t wait to see what happens next chapter 🥺♥️

Your little *chef’s kiss* had me CRYING lol. I’m so happy you like it!

Chapter 2 will be out next week 🥰❤️

#replies #alrightberries

[bluebellhairpin]

in the mood for hc's you say? d'you have any to spare for the loml bakugou 🫶

Ofc I do <3 when katsuki gets older, he retires from pro hero work and goes into a teaching role just like all might did. Maybe bc of injures, maybe bc he gets too old - no matter the reason, he goes into teaching for the rest of his life and despite being quite gruff, and harsh, he does a good job of it. Students love him more than they hate him.

#old man katsu is a teacher and u can pry that from my cold dead hands #nemo answers #alrightberries <3

[anlian-aishang]

thank u for the levi reblogs ma'am

ahem thank u for putting up with my clusterfuck blog 💕

#alrightberries #asks #answers #alias's #i - #i am so sorry

[davosmymaster]

hi i just finished fallen from heaven grown on earth and it hURT SO GOOD 🥺 i loved how at the start all the reader could think about was marc, but the further the story goes, marc is mentioned less and finally she was focused on steven. the part where marc cruelly tells her to get dressed and get out?? chefs kiss. steven promising he'll get better and, if she'll still have him, come back to her?? hurt me but it was SO good.

i also loved that when marc confessed, instead of the typical "oh i love you too we should tell steven" that's usually the trope, i loved that she felt rage instead. it makes sense; she's lived her whole life as an afterthought to marc, had to watch him marry someone else, and even after all of that she still loves him and does him a favor. and when she's finally happy and found peace with someone, marc comes and ruins it all and breaks her heart because he couldn't be bothered to communicate. and now he's hurt both you and steven, two people he dearly loves.

i'm so excited for the second part— maybe steven finds out it was actually marc that chased you away that night, not him, when they're going through his memories in the ship. maybe steven's upset with reader because he thinks she's only with him because of marc. i'm so eager to see where you go from here, and i'd love to be part of the taglist! thank you for sharing this with us dear author, and i hope you have a lovely day ♥️

Helloooo @alrightberries hope you’re having a wonderful day!

First of all, thank you for your ask and your comment about the story. I did wonder what would readers think about certain parts and its my first time writing smut so I wasn’t sure i was doing it right. Thank you!

I wanted to write this as accurate and real as possible, so things like the reader not properly seeing Steven as a person at first (and only seeing him as a version of Marc) and only thinking about Marc in his presence, were things that would 100% happen, specially after knowing him for years. Honestly I didn’t think anyone would read my fanfic so I supposed no one would notice little details so thanks for that. That’s also the reason why she feels such rage when Marc confessed, bc imagine loving someone and all that suffering just bc.

Marc gets really angry and jealous bc Steven got in a month what he didn’t even imagine to have. And he knows she loves him, which he was never sure about. Steven is such a good man that he doesn’t even fight for his happiness, he wouldn’t be happy if he was still with her after what happened, anyways.

And it is true, Marc hurt the 2 people he cares about most in his life, and destroyed a relationship as well. After what she said, im not sure what he would do. But he’s hurt hurt for sure.

The story is mainly set from the reader’s pov and there’s not many supernatural elements in what i wrote either, so im not sure there’s a way to show what happens with Taweret, after all that a Marc-Steve experience only, but im glad you thought that much about it. Im so happy you enjoyed it that much.

Thank you for the ask and reading once again. I cannot stress this enough, im so happy you enjoyed it. ❤️❤️❤️

Have a lovely day, 💕

#moon knight #ask box #personal #thank you for the ask!

[myelocin]

HI YOU'RE FILIPINO PALA la lang srry natuwa ako KAJSKDF you have such a way with words and tbh i fell in love with your porco fics 🥺👉👈 sending love all the way from the south!!

hi!!! yes i’m fil :D i’m from the south too!! dlhjskjlfh ;w; thank u for the kind words awmg ;A;

#nc.chat #alrightberries

[wakatvshi]

casually plugging my masterlist bc i write a lot of levi canon verse stuff 👀 the most popular ones are the short end of the stick and "may i?"

ummmmmm we’ll pretend that I haven’t already read half your levi stuff and that it’s not what gave me most of my levi brainrot. I don’t think I’ve read may i soooo im going to JUMP on that

#answered #alrightberries

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

omg wait this is so random and out of the blue but i just KNOW the only reason why levi finally let hange drag him to his first college esports tourney was bc he found out there was a cash price 😩 mans studied the game religiously and crushed everyone else bc he wanted that CASH

Re: this

NO BUT THIS IS TRUE.

He made a list of all the tea he had saved on his wish list that he was gonna buy with the money 🥺

“Hanji for the last time I don’t have time to enter.”

“You can buy all the tea off your wish list twice over with the cash prize. Hell I’ll buy if for you if we win”

“How much are we talking?”

#stop it #STOP IT RN #IM ADDING TO THE HC #THIS IS THE CONTENT I NEED #THANK U BB #THANK U #asks #alrightberries

[alrightberries]

you should work on your wips

no u

#asks #alrightberries #i’m bored okay