#anyways. i feel like i see people draw him in just a jacket a lot but i feel like we need to embrace how silly the vest is

[tabooi]

okay so at first i thought tinky was wearing some sort of jacket with lots of pockets but after looking a little closer i realized that hes actually wearing a fuzzy button up with a UTILITY VEST on top

they've covered the reflective strip with fur and added rhinestones but im fairly certain this is the exact one. idk something about this detail is extremely funny to me.

#starkid #team starkid #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #tinky #t'noy karaxis #richie wearing a fishing vest everyday (shaking hands emoji) tinkys highschoolsona wearing a hi vis utility vest #anyways. i feel like i see people draw him in just a jacket a lot but i feel like we need to embrace how silly the vest is

[kidrat]

having feelings about trans Gwen,,, like there's the 'superhero leading a double life' allegory for being closeted, which ppl have noted, but there's plenty I haven't seen anyone mention yet! like, the fact her dad has a trans patch in support of her means she's out.

She's a young trans *girl* (as opposed to a trans woman) living as her authentic gender in a loving home. she went to her school dance in a dress. she did ballet! which of course boys can do too, but often times when people are assigned male they don't get the chance to explore feminine hobbies. It's really lovely that someone, likely Gwen's dad, supported her enough to let her have those girly experiences and memories, whether she was living as a girl when she took dance up or as a gnc boy.

While it's subtle rep, I still think it's awesome to imply a character like Gwen is trans. Trans girls don't always get to have a childhood. Transmisogyny fetishizes transfems and presents them as always victimisers, never victims. They're barred from girlhood and it's connotations of innocence, vulnerability, lovableness.

Not that Gwen isn't a hashtag strong female character! And not that she hasn't had to grow up fast in other ways. She Is Literally Spiderwoman and she plays the drums and has agency and expresses negative emotions. But she's also a teenager, and she gets to be hugged and comforted, and to be set up for a soft friends to lovers relationship with another teenager, a cis boy who respects her and only knows her as a girl and thinks she's amazing and draws her in his sketchbook. That is not a role the media often lets trans girls have!!! It's lovely to think young transfems might be able to see themselves in a character consistently shown as worthy of affection.

Of course, the fact that Gwen is in the closet about being spider-woman is even sadder knowing this is her second rodeo. Lots of us have hesitated to come out a second time because our parents were supportive about the first thing and well, putting something else on them feels like taking the piss or hoping for too much.

Something else I wanted to talk about is how Gwen being trans effects a reading of her Peter's death, especially taking into account the new information this film gave us about this. There's this gendered switch happening, where Peter passes on his usual role to a woman. What's more, he has to die for her story to happen. She loves him, and never wanted him to die, but she's blamed for it anyway. Her father talks affectionately about the dead Peter, calling him his daughter's best friend. He talks about him like a son. He vows revenge on Gwen for killing him. It's a fantastic allegory for how some transphobic parents hate their out trans children for 'killing' the kid they had before.

I think with the above in mind, maybe we can see the subtext of Gwen's arc with her dad in this film as that of a supportive parent who's nevertheless got some biases left that hurt his trans daughter, who doesn't speak up for fear his acceptance is conditional.

I don't think it's a stretch to suggest that protecting a trans daughter is this Captain Stacy's motivation while he's working as a cop. Obviously there's the text that he wants to be a 'good cop' to work against the institution's bigotry, and he displays the trans flag on his work jacket. His quitting the police is a fantastic story beat because it makes a point about the real world while also serving a lot of the analogies going on.

Good cops quit. They realise you can't be a well intentioned cog in a bigoted machine. It doesn't matter if you're a bigot or just taking actions a bigot might because you're working within parameters set by bigots. It's an important message. Within a trans reading of the film, I'd also see this plot moment as Stacy realising he can't protect his trans daughter if he's still playing by the rules of a society that see her as threatening and duplicitous. He's then able to stop seeing her on some level as having killed his son.

They're able to be close again because he has completely rejected the cis culture he was a part of, rather than just decrying the worst parts and slotting Gwen in. She no longer has to worry that he'll rescind his acceptance if she's too trans, and so he gets to know all of her because she can let him into her world without self-editing.

Anyway, those are my thoughts on Gwen after watching Across The Spiderverse two hours ago lmao.

#atsv #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse #spiderverse gwen

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three for One 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: The ho-lidays are the daddies and the baddies.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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You bob around to the tinkling of carols as they waft over the store. Unlike your coworkers, you enjoy the repetitive tunes. They are so fun and bright and help the time pass between customers and stocking. Not that there isn't more than enough to keep you busy.

In the rare moment where you aren't distracted, you let yourself browse the colourful lipsticks and shining perfume bottles all around. You don't have anyone to shop for, not even yourself. You have your dollar store glosses and discount nail polishes. You don't see the need to spend too much on those things. Or maybe you just prefer what you know. Simple and cheap.

Around lunchtime, traffic really picks up. Several customers ignore your approach and brush by you before you can entice them into buying some Chanel. You've already hit your sales targets but you never really think of numbers.

A woman stops you and asks for a very specific palette. You know just the one. You think it's cute, it looks like a cupcake, and while you adore the aesthetic, it isn't worth the price tag. It's just powder!

You show her where it is and Luanne comes over to take the reins. She's the makeup genius, her flawless contour is proof enough. You turn to float back to your zone and see a man watching you. You recognise him! Vaguely. You see a lot of people in a day.

"Good afternoon," you sing as you near him, "anything I can help you with?"

His throat bobs as he cheek ticks, "uh, yeah, er..." he pushes back his gray jacket, tucking his hands in his pants pockets, "you remember me?"

You smile as you try not to show your cluelessness, "I think..."

"I came in last week," he says.

You think, scrunching up your face as you tap your chin, "yes! You bought Liz Taylor for you mother."

"Mother-in-law," he corrects you, not unkindly.

"Yes, that's it," you jab your finger upwards, "you complimented my sweater."

"Yeah, that was me," He finally smiles, "anyway, I was thinking of getting a gift for my wife. Just a little stocking stuffer."

"Oh, that sounds so cute," you nearly squee. You get so excited to help people shop for a loved one. At the same time, you feel that void. Maybe one day you'll have a husband thinking of you. "We have some great gift sets, actually. They come with different scents so you're wife can figure out which one she likes best." You direct him over to a shelf, "oh, and if she has a favourite, you can get her a full bottle for Valentine's!"

He gives you a look. His eyes narrow just a bit and his cheeks round, "that's a good idea."

He glances over the shelf and you wait patiently. He turns back to you, his eyes flitting over your name tag as he reads it out, "do you have a suggestion?"

"Me?" You perk up, "well, I actually like the Coach. It's not too expensive and it's nice and subtle."

"Is that what you wear?" He asks.

"I don't... I use some cherry blossom body spray but I usually smell like the whole store by the end of the day," you shrug.

"Cherry blossom," he nods, "oh, by the way, I'm Andy."

He offers his hand in an overly formal way. You giggle but take it nonetheless. You don't really get that often.

"Sorry," he squeezes your hand firmly before letting go, "lawyer, habit."

"No, it's fine," you assure him, "I'm just a perfume salesman, is all."

"Well, you're really good at your job," he praises.

"How do you know?" You say.

"You're friendly and helpful. I have no complaints," he reaches past you and claims the Coach pack, "she's going to love this. I owe you."

"No problem. Do you need me to ring you up?"

"Actually," he sighs, "she has this idea. Christmas card. I'm supposed to find a sweater. So, I need to look around some more."

"Oh, that's so cool. A Christmas card? The sweaters are just over in the men's, right near the east entrance," you point, "they have some really cute Charlie Brown ones."

"Charlie Brown," he repeats.

"Anyway, I'll let you go," you clutch your hands together, "I hope your wife likes the perfume."

"I'm sure she will," he agrees, hesitantly clapping the kit between his hands, "uh, thanks. Again." He leans back on his heel, "oh and, that's a really nice colour on you."

"Uh," you look down at your gem green blouse, "thank you, sir."

"Andy," he insists, walking backwards, "again, you're a life saver."

You grin proudly and he spins on his heel, nearly knocking into Luanne as she comes over. He apologises as he side steps her and continues on. She gives you a strange look.

"Geez," she grumbles, "people. This time of year makes everyone so crazy."

"Well, he was nice," you say.

"Kinda cute, too," she intones.

"He was shopping for his wife."

"Lucky lady," she scoffs, "so, you wanna go on lunch first? I'm dying for a latte."

"You can go, I don't mind," you say, "I'm not very hungry."

"Deal," she winks, "I'll get you a hot chocolate for your trouble."

"You don't have to do that."

"I don't have to, I want to, sweetie," she preens.

"Fine, fine, I accept your coerced hot chocolate.”

🎀

Another day close to complete. It's like checking off items on a list. Each evening seems to darken sooner than the last, every morning rising too soon.

You yawn at the empty fragrance section as it’s only you left for the last hour. There isn't much to do except balance the till. Your headset keeps you entertained as electronics calls out possible shrink and home goods argue about their numbers.

“We need a body at returns,” Lucille cuts through the chatter. “Now.”

No answer comes and you slowly slide your hand up the wire. Before you can hit the button, your name is snarled from the other end. You're ordered up to cash to assist with the hordes.

You leave the ghost town that is beauty and as good as skip up to the front. You calm your step as you see Lucille sneering at you from behind a machine. You give a tiny smile and claim the extra screen behind returns. 

“I can help the next person,” you call and wave your hand in the air.

You stand back and wait for your first customer. A man comes up and throws a torn open package on the counter, the item bouncing out of the plastic. You flinch and barely catch it before it can slide off the other edge.

“Hello, sir,” you bat your lashes, “how are you today?”

“Not fucking well,” the man snarls. His mustache tickles your memory; do you know him? “It’s a piece of shit.”

“Oh, okay,” you look down at the trimmer and examine it, “you’d like to do a return?”

“Yes, I’d like to do a return,” he snaps, “are you dim?”

“Of course, sir,” you punch in your ID and passcode, “I’ll just get you going. Do you have your receipt?”

“A receipt? I bought the damn thing here, look it up.”

“Ah, alright, when did you buy it?”

“You don’t remember, little trigger finger,” he sneers.

“What do you mean?”

“Pfft, right, you think spraying people with skunk spray is fun?”

“Um, no?” Your cheeks tremor as you withhold a frown; you think you know him now as you’re hit by a sudden wave of Gucci cologne, the scent of a memory. “Did you have the card you purchased this with?”

“You don’t think I have money?”

Everything he says is aggressive. Your questions bounce off him like accusations. You don’t know what to say that won’t agitate him further, He huffs and kicks a foot out, leaning on his back heel as he reaches in his back pocket.

He flicks a black card onto the counter, “put it back on this.”

You nod and take the card, examining the nameless front. You turn it over and swipe it in the machine instead to search the number. He scoffs, “bet you never seen one of those up close.”

“Sir,” you smile bigger, letting the insult ping off of you. All the money in the world and he has no manners.

You find the purchase with the same sku and put his card back on the counter. He snatches it up as you start the return. You scan the barcode and continue on to the next screen, “what’s your name, sir?”

“Lloyd,” he answers curtly. You type, waiting, then look up at him, “Hansen.” He finishes sharply, “with an E, got it?”

“Yes, sir, and the reason for return?”

He rolls his eyes, “it doesn’t fucking work.”

“Alright. So it doesn’t cut the hair or–”

“It won’t turn on,” he growls.

“Right,” you take the trimmer and turn it over. It looks fine enough, even after he threw it. You slip the door of the battery compartment off. It’s empty, “and you had double As in it?”

“Double As?” He repeats.

“It needs batteries, sir.”

He pauses, eyes flaring, nostrils flaring.

“You think I’m stupid? That I don’t fucking know that? You’re not getting free fucking batteries from me.”

“Of course, sir, of course,” you rarely feel this addled, even this time of year, “I’ll get you your money back on a gift card–”

“Gift card? I want my money,” he holds up his card between two fingers.

“Yes, sir, I understand. As per our return policy, personal care items, once opened, are only eligible for a store credit return. Or you can exchange for another item. Would you like to look at our other trimmers? I can put this aside while–”

“What? How would I know that?” He hisses.

“It says on the receipt, sir.”

“I don’t have the goddamn receipt,” he barks.

“I know, sir, sorry. I can only refund this amount on a gift card. I can’t override the option.”

“I want a manager. NOW!” He demands as you jump in your shoes.

“I… I’ll see if she’s avail–”

Lucille has you jumping even more as she appears beside you, no doubt drawn by the raging man in front of you. She elbows you out of the way, not even acknowledging you as she puts on her mask. She leans on the counter just slightly.

“Sir, is there something I can help with? I’m the manager,” she says.

“I want my money,” he echoes once more. “I bought a defective product and I don’t want store credit. I drove out here twice for this bullshit.”

“Oh, certainly sir,” she brushes you with her hip, further edging you out, “right back on that black card, right?”

She scans her keycard, overriding the safeguard, and proceeds to the refund screen.

“Yes, exactly,” he snorts, “not like I don’t have even more money to spend here. Even if the customer service is lacking.”

You back away, unsure what to do. Do you just stand there for the transaction or do you go back to your department? You twiddle your fingers and bob on your heels.

Your eyes meet that man’s and he smirks smugly, wiggly his credit card at you. It’s fine, you won’t let him ruin your day. He’s already ruined his own getting so worked up.

🎀

It’s another busy shift. Your hot chocolate has gone cold from your neglect and you long to sneak away and shove it in the break room microwave. You can’t mourn the lukewarm drink as the line before you stretches on. You’re only a week from Christmas.

You finish wrapping the Prada bottle and hand it over the iron-haired woman with her cute curls. You wish her a good day as she waddles off. The next customer comes up, slamming down a cup so hard, the foam of the drink spits through the slot in the lid.

“Hello, sir,” you croon, “how are you today?”

“Here for a pickup,” he ignores your question.

“Right, can I get a name?”

“Why?” He challenges.

“For… for the package,” you sputter.

“Oh, uh, Drysdale,” he sniffs.

“I saw that earlier. I’m the one who called,” you brighten up.

“So you’re the annoying songbird,” he grabs his drink again, “took you fucking long enough. Line’s a mile long.”

“It’s very busy, yes. Everyone’s catching up on their Christmas shopping,” you bounce, “are you almost done yours?”

“Yeah, I bought myself cologne. So, chop chop, sweetheart.”

You nod and quickly spin. People get so impatient. You go into the small back room housed behind the shelves of lockup and you search the shelves. Drysdale. You pluck up the box and hurry back out.

“Right here,” you announce, “I have good news, too.”

“Tell me you’re gonna stop yammering,” he snickers.

“Um, no, the uh… the cologne is currently on markdown so I can do a price match and give you your money back.”

“Why would you do that?” He asks.

“Er, because… it’s policy?”

“You think I can’t afford it?”

“N-no, I didn’t say–”

“Look, I don’t need some department store busy bee to judge me, got it? This scarf costs more than your whole wardrobe,” he touches the patterned scarf around his neck.

“It’s a very nice scarf,” you agree.

He narrows his eyes, “you’re mocking me.”

You shake your head, “no, sir, I like the colours–”

“Give my goddamn package," he reaches and rips the box out of your hands, “and a tip, shut up and do your job. Maybe then you won’t have half the city waiting to get their shit.”

“Thanks,” you swallow down his anger. “Have a great day, sir.”

He doesn’t reply as he takes his cologne and storms away. You watch him and notice his cup still beside your till. It’s too late to call him back. You’ll just put it aside, you’re sure he’ll come back for it.

You move it to the other end of the counter and face the next customer, “hello, how are you?”

“Good,” the blonde woman answers with a gentle smile, “some people…” she tuts, “don’t let the grinches get to you, honey.”

“Thanks,” you feel the ice melt away, “I won’t.”

“Adorable cardigan,” she adds, “I really love the collar.”

“Oh, thank you,” you trill, “is this everything for today?” You gesture to the bottle of Calvin Klein on the counter.

“That will be it. And I’d love to have it gift-wrapped, thank you, hon.”

#andy barber #dark andy barber #lloyd hansen #ransom drysdale #dark lloyd ranson #dark ransom drysdale #dark!andy barber #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!ransom drysdale #andy barber x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #multicharacter #multifandom #knives out #the gray man #defending jacob #series #three for one

[ellecdc]

We need dating remus lupin general headcanons with YOUR wonderful writing. Please. 🫶🏻

I don't know if this is my best work - but hopefully this is what you were looking for. Thanks for being here with me <3

Dating Remus Lupin Headcanons

This man was completely oblivious to the draw he had on other people – including you. His quiet, sarcastic, mischievous but kind persona meant he had a lot of admirers that he never did anything about 

I fully believe Remus Lupin was the biggest flirt without necessarily realizing it (or if he did realize it, it wasn’t a conscious action - he really didn’t mean to be flirty, he just was)

Also don’t believe he knew how fuckin’ hot he was: denim jackets, oversized cardigans and knitted jumpers, converse, beanies - like he always looked so comfortable and casual but so put together despite of it?

Stealing his clothes is actually a dream of mine – his denim jacket with patches sewed on and a hole or two????? Need it

Curling up in one of his sweaters and warm socks by the fire? Fuckin’ hell 

His friends knew better than to ever try to (outwardly) set him up with anyone since he was so damn stubborn, so they would just happen to be in the library at the same time as you [the person they’d seen him bantering with in class time and time again] and also just happen to say hey and decide to catch up with you and then also just happen to sit at your table since they were already standing here talking to you anyway.

Forced library dates that neither of you really realized were dates, courtesy of his friends 

Remus caught on after a little while what his friends were trying to do, but didn’t mention anything in case you hadn’t realized yourself; he wouldn’t want to embarrass you

And welcome to the one thing we all sort of hate about Remus Lupin: he of course believed nothing would/could/should ever come about between the two of you

I believe him to be somewhat flighty – the second he realizes he’s falling for you, or, God forbid, realizes you’re falling for him – he hightails it 

Not for long though, I really don’t see James Potter letting him get away with that (Remus is stubborn so he gets ‘his way’ for at least a little before James forces the two of your out of your mutual misery)

I think you guys would grow closer and closer without ever actually saying anything about it:

Sitting beside each other would turn into leaning against one another

Leaning against one another would become the odd cuddle session 

Walking together to class would turn into a gentle hand on the small of your back guiding you through the castle (but also to keep you close) [this is that mentioned unknowingly flirty side] 

Hand on the small of your back would turn into his arm around your shoulder or your hand in his 

And he would prefer it this way, afraid that saying anything would make it too real (flighty), or, that you would deny having feelings for him and that would hurt in an entirely different way

You tried to be okay with it – to pretend that you were satisfied with whatever Remus was willing to give you because, come on, he was one of the most popular boys in school, he was the most well-liked Marauder, he was super smart and a powerful wizard, and he was so sweet to you.

But after a while, you couldn’t deny how much this unspoken space between you was weighing on you – particularly the somewhat routine periods where he’d completely shut you out

Was it you? Had you done something? 

Was he seeing someone else?

Were you just imaging this whole ‘thing’ between you?

He’d get increasingly agitated – almost like he simultaneously wanted you closer to him and further away from him; you’d never know how to help him in these moments

He’d speak more sharply to you, spoke less in general, and downplayed your friendship/relationship when other people would comment on it 

“We’re not even that close, we just study together sometimes” you head him say to Marlene McKinnon

“It’s not like that” he told Benjy Fenwick when he asked if you two were dating 

“She’s just a friend.” He’d said to Sirius, and that one hurt because why would he lie to his best friend? And what about you made it so difficult to see you as more than a friend?

Maybe you really had completely imagined the whole thing in your mind? Maybe he really didn’t care for you at all.

You began to pull away – less study dates, more excuses as to why you couldn’t meet up after class, sitting with Lily or Mary at quidditch games instead, staying at Hogwarts on Hogsmeade weekends – anything to avoid having to face the friend that you quickly realized you were halfway in love with who never even gave you a second thought

He did give you a second thought, though – in fact, he gave you a first thought as well as a third, fourth, fifth and sixth

“Do you think I did something to offend Y/N?” He asked James and Sirius one day – the two exchanged a knowing look 

“Why do you ask?” James asked with a smirk

“I think she might be avoiding me.”

“Does that bother you, Moons?”

Remus scoffed “of course it bothers me”

“I thought she was just a friend?” Sirius taunted

“Sod off...”

Remus couldn’t ignore it anymore – you weren’t just a friend. Never could be in his mind, he doubts. He would be your friend for the rest of your life if that’s all you ever wanted from him – but he’d probably always hold a candle for you; that’s why this divot you seemed to be carving between you two hurt like hell

He decides to do something very un-Remus like and face this head on (thoughts and prayers)

“Hey Y/N” he said gently as he approached your table in the library 

You seemed surprised at seeing him and started packing your things up

“Oh, hi Remus...” and the lack of your usual ‘hey Rem’ furthered his suspicions. “I was just finishing up, actually.”

“Have I done something to upset you?” He blurted suddenly. His assertiveness threw you off kilter – was he...talking? About feelings? You paused in your haste to pack your things

“No?” you said in the form of a question – you knew he picked up on it when the space between his eyebrows dwindled 

“Are you sure? I just feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

You were starting to get frustrated. “What do you want, Remus?” You asked sharply. He winced.

“I just miss you, is all.” He admitted quietly as he played with a fray on his sweater between his tantalizingly long fingers.

“What exactly about me do you miss, Remus? You have plenty of friends; I hardly see how Sirius, James or Peter can’t fill the same role.”

He guffaws – actually guffawed! The bastard. “What are you on about?”

“What are you on about, Lupin? I’m tired; I’m tired of being called a friend while you keep me closer. I’m tired of feeling like I’m being played by arguably the most important person in my life. I’m fucking exhausted – so tell me exactly what you’re ‘on about’ Remus, and make it count because I’m done.”

“No! No, not done; don’t be done.”

“What do you want, Remus.” You whispered dismally. 

“You.” He whispered back

“Don’t fuck with me, Lupin.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at you a little bit. “I’m not. I’m not, I swear it – I’m sorry if you’ve felt played by me. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel anything but loved because... because I do – I love you.”

“Love me?”

“Love you. So much.” He professed as he dared to step closer to you. When you didn’t seem entirely averse to his proximity, he moved to close the gap – enveloping you in a long-needed hug. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again.

“You should be” you murmured petulantly from his chest.

He chuckled and pressed his lips to the top of your head “let me make it up to you?”

And he did – you spent that evening on the astronomy tower, enjoying the view of the stars as they melted into the forbidden forest along the horizon and the rest of the Hogwarts grounds – and he told you his secret, that he was a werewolf

You were the first person he willingly told – James, Sirius, and Peter just figured it out on their own and there was no hiding from them

You were the first person he chose to let in – so uncharacteristic of the lycanthrope, but that just went to show how serious he was about making it up to you and garnering your trust

This changed everything 

There was no more pushing you away near full moons, in fact – he got nearly downright territorial 

No one else was allowed to sit beside you – that was Remus’ spot

He was irritable and snappy with everyone, but instinctively melted at the sight of you

“I can’t believe we survived Moony all these years without Y/N – she’s like a sedative” Peter muttered as he picked up the cards Remus had thrown at him in a fit during their game of exploding snap. There was no sign of that Moony now – smiling down at you as you sat curled up in his lap like he had nowhere else he’d rather be

I believe Remus was the king of trinkets – his dorm was littered with little bits and bobs he found that he thought were cool/interesting

He started gifting you little things once you began dating 

An enamel pin that made him think of you 

A small pewter wolf 

A cool rock that he thought looked like the colour of your eyes (you didn’t see it, but who were you to argue?) 

Little themed snow globes

Flowers he found on his walks 

Pretty beads/crystals 

Tealight candle holders 

The ribbon from a box of chocolates he got from his mum that he thought you would like

Acts. Of. Service. This man didn’t come from money, the way he saw his dad spoiling his mum was through his actions – so this caring attitude came super naturally to him 

Fixing up your tea/coffee the way you like before you’ve even thought about it 

Carrying your bags/books for you 

“Your shoe’s untied, dovey. Give ‘er here.” He said as he patted his thigh for you to place your foot so he could tie it for you

If you got sick/under the weather, he’d totally do your homework for you (his friends have done the same for him due to the moons – pay it forward)

I think he’d be so soft and needy after a moon – just melt into whatever love and care you’re willing to show him; give you complete control and take care of him.

It may have been super hard to get Remus to give love a chance – but once you got it, you were stuck with him because he was not going anywhere 

Loyal to a fault 

He’s so afraid of losing good things that he’s willing (and desperate) to do anything and everything he can to keep it [i.e., you]

Thankfully, you make it very easy to do <3 

#marauders era #marauders fanfiction #ask elle #self insert #reader insert #remus lupin #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #dating Remus Lupin headcanons #dating remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #the marauders #marauders #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fanfiction #ellecdc fics

[spdrvyn]

ya know who this is.. please make dating hcs of either miles (u pick but i like 1610 more) HES MY SILLY LITTLE GUYBWAAAH QAAAH WAHHH WAAAAHHHBBHBBHHHHBB

dating headcanons — MILES MORALES

(( golly gee, i wonder who this is! anyway, i know it's not really miguel related (woah shocker!) but i hope people are able to enjoy it anyway :3 spoiler free ))

× miles has zero, has NO experience with dating or romance before besides little crushes here and there. he doesn't know what kind of romantic gestures would be appropriate when you two first start dating, however he likes the little things. drawing things that you find pretty (like the view of the city, your favorite food, favorite animal) in his sketchbook and giving it to you the next day. finding little trinkets from shops and buying them for you even if it means not eating lunch that day.

× he is a hugger, a big hugger. if anything, he much prefers it over kisses! whenever you two see each other at school or meet up for a date, he greets you with a warm embrace and a gleeful smile. occasionally slumping against your shoulder whining about how tiring his day was. (swinging through the city, kicking butt, being spiderman and whatnot. however, he kinda has to keep those details out.)

× he's kind of bad with compliments, both receiving and giving. not entirely in a bad way though? whenever he tries to give you compliments, sometimes you're too much for him, too beautiful for him to take in, so he ends up stuttering and tripping over his words before apologizing profusely because he just can't find the words for how amazing you are. as for receiving them, he's so taken aback by it. i mean, he tries to compliment you and praise you a lot however when it's returned ten-fold? so casually as well? he melts, trying to cover his face with his jacket to spare himself some embarrassment.

× he was basically the same exact way when he asked you out as well. hell, he tried practicing in the mirror hours before hoping that he could put his artistic abilities through speech but he couldn't find the correct words in the moment. he resorted to writing it all down, he prided himself in how lovey dovey his confession was but when he tried to recite it to you all of a sudden it was like the words were just bouncing off of the page from how nervous he was. when you giggled in his face, he felt like the fear of god was being put into him until you said that you wanted to take him out on a date.

× he's a listener, he is addicted to the sound of your voice. he loves listening to you talk about mundane things, it brings peace to his half chaotic half normal life. you're his safe space, his heaven. at times, he's caught you off-guard mid-ramble because of how lovingly he was staring at you. to which you would respond by playfully pushing him on the shoulder.

× he's not the type to argue either, at least not with you. it's not like you two fought often but there have been times where he's stood you up due to unrelated circumstances or stopped replying to your text messages all night, it hurts you but he always takes responsibility even if he can't tell you why he's so busy in the first place. he feels guilty enough for keeping a massive part of his identity hidden from you, the least he could do is comfort you about it. even if he knows he's gonna have to tell you eventually.

#miles morales #spiderman 1610 #spiderman #spiderman: into the spiderverse #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #spiderverse #itsv #atsv #fluff #romance #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Silent Cosmos (Edward Cullen) (Ch. 3)

Pairing: Edward Cullen x GN! Mute!Reader

Words: 2.8k+

Warning(s): Two gross dudes, sexual verbal harassment (not towards reader), swearing,

A/N: omg chapter 3 is finally here. I apologize for the wait. I thought my semester this time around would be forgiving but NOPE. I had so much to do and read, I could hardly write for fun or draw either. I hadn't realized how long it had been since I last posted. I want to try a new method when writing series. I tried with my kpop writing blog, and its where I write a few chapters at a time then periodically post them. Helps keep the flow and motivation going, but that may have been a one off there.

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"O star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailèd hand, And I am strong again... The Star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed. -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Light of Stars"

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Edward hasn't been in school for the past few days.

You admittedly felt a little lonely without his presence, though Emmett and Alice have made it their mission to become your new best friends. Jasper tried but he still kept his distance from you, which you didn't mind. Rosalie helped when no other Cullen was around, although she kept a lot of conversations at a minimum, which you also didn't mind.

Alice had told you Edward had gotten a bad cold, so he is staying home. You had offered to bring him your notes the first time so he could copy them down, but Alice told you their father has him basically on lock down until he is deemed healthy. So, after you've done your homework, you've been making copies of your notes to give him when he comes back.

It's the start of a new day and once again, Edward wasn't there. You were at your locker with 15 minutes to spare. You placed the spare folder with Edward's notes on the shelf while your mind went back to that moment you two shared at the welcoming party for your uncle. You felt happy telling him all the stars and constellation you could see, and even happier when he seemed thoroughly interested in your rambles. However, you feel an inkling of guilt when you remember he gave you his jacket. Maybe he got sick from that?

"Dude, I got this weird spot on my dick."

Well, there goes your musings of guilt. You glance to your left and see two guys near you, just chilling against the lockers. You've never met them, though you do remember sharing a class or two with them separately.

"Are you really airing your business out when someone is standing right their?" The shorter one, with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes gestures to you.

"Relax, Mark. That's the deaf student." The taller one with deep brown eyes and brown hair says with a laugh. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes and choose to just focus on the inside of your locker. Maybe you should get more decorations- "Anyways, I have this weird spot on my dick. It almost looks like I have a weird mole there. I'm hoping it's just a new mole and Cindy didn't give me something."

Gross.

"I'd get that shit checked out then. You don't want it to turn into something worse if it is an STD." Mark says with a sigh. "I told you not to sleep with her, Tony. She made my balls itch like crazy. They still fucking itch."

"I think its just a weird mole. You wanna look?" He cackles while his friend fake gags. They both push off the lockers and walk away to who knows where.

You let out a deep sigh and close your locker. At least the ignorance of other allows you to hear some gossip.

"What's with the sigh, Tiny?" Emmett calls out as he and Rosalie approach you. He has very quickly taken to the nickname Tiny for you. You suppose anyone shorter than him would be considered tiny in his eyes. Rosalie simply opened her locker as you and Emmett conversed.

"Oh, just overheard two people talking about something that should have been a private conversation." You respond with a slight shrug.

"Gah, Forks High is full of a bunch of weirdos, huh?" He grins and raises his brows a few times, crossing his arms while leaning on the locker next to you. You silently chuckle and nod, though you wondered if there was an underlying joke there.

"No Edward today?"

"Nope. Carlisle still hasn't cleared him." He sighs with a sympathetic smile. "Between you and me, Tiny, Edward is still shitting his brains out." He signed that last portion to you.

You gave him a scandalized look and playfully slapped his arm with a small chuckle. You were surprised to feel just how hard his muscles were.

"What was that for?" He gripped where you slapped and pretended to be hurt. "It was a private conversation, no one else here except Rosalie knows sign."

You roll your eyes and shake your head with a smile. You could always count on Emmett to get you to smile.

"C'mon, Rose and I will walk you to first period, like always." He grins and gestures you to follow him. Rose simply came along since she and Em were in the class next to yours. You nod and follow, happy to have good company.

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It was a passing period and it was just you and Rose at your lockers. You grabbed a new pen and pencil since the last two you had broke and ran out of ink. Rosalie was fluffing up her already perfect, blond hair in the mirror of her locker. She and you didn't converse much, but you still liked her presence. Like the rest of the Cullens, she didn't tiptoe around you or treated you differently. She acknowledged your presence and would answer you if you had questions.

You were about finished in your locker when you heard two familiar voices keep up their gross conversations behind you.

"Dude, Rosalie has the hottest ass." Tony practically jeers, his voice intentionally loud. You glance to the blond next to you and she still keeps fixing her hair, though you can see her brows are a little more furrowed and her lips are more in the shape of a frown.

"Her tits, man, her tits are where it's at." Replies Mark and when you shift just enough to see him in the corner of your eyes, you see him make an obscene gesture.

You hear the slight creek of metal and when you look to Rose, you see her grip is so tight on her locker door that her fingers made indents which made your eyes widen for a moment. She closes her locker and you can see by her side profile she is pissed, and rightfully so.

So, you do what you think would make her laugh at the expense of those two guys.

You tap her arm to get her attention and she looks at you with a glare. You don't let it faze you. If those two are going to be gross about your friend, you'll just air out their business that they so willingly aired out by you this morning.

"You know those two jackasses?" You intentionally look to them as you sign and look back at her. "Well the brown haired one has a spot on his penis that he isn't sure if it's a mole or an STD. And his buddy likely doesn't wash right since he's had prolonged itchy balls."

Rosalie looks almost scandalized until her eyes widen for a moment as she looks at the two dudes and then back to you. She covers her mouth as she laughs when she realizes what you're trying to do.

You were about to sign some more when the two dumbasses approach.

"I know you were talking shit. What the fuck did you sign?" Tony glared, pointing an accusatory finger at you. He gets in your face and you swear you hear Rosalie growl.

You swallow thickly and decide to open your mouth. Your aunt always said you got your stubbornness from your mom.

"I said..." You try not to wince at the pain in your throat, your voice sounding hoarse. "You had a weird spot on your dick and your friend... has itchy balls." They looked at you with wide, horrified looks. "Don't talk about someone's body if you don't want yours talked about either."

"You little shit." Mark hisses and Rose steps closer to your side, an arm just barely in front of yours.

"What's going on here?" Emmetts voice grows louder as he approaches, his usual, carefree smile no longer on his face. He looked scarier than you've ever seen him. Mark and Tony looked at each other before slinking off.

Once they were gone you let out a dry, painful cough. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and quickly grab your water and drink, soothing your throat. You could taste a tiny bit of iron in the back of your throat as you drank.

Rosalie calls your name softly. "Are you okay?"

You nod in response and take another sip of water. You didn't catch the look they gave each other or Rose gesturing for Emmett to speak.

"What happened, Tiny?" He asks in a quiet tone. You close the cap of your bottle and place it back in your bag. Your throat still ached but you knew the pain from using your larynx will linger.

You start to sign to him everything that occurred, from what you overheard in the morning to him approaching. You can see a flash of anger on his face but he goes back to that small smile. Once you explained your words to Rose and why you said them, a huge grin breaks out on his face.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Tiny." He laughs and pats your shoulder a little too firmly.

"Come, I'll walk you to class." Rosalie said with a soft tone. You nod and wave goodbye  to Emmett. You both start heading down the hallway, the blond next to you tense.

When you got to your class a pale hand stopped you. You look to Rose with a questioning look while her gold eyes avoid yours.

"I just wanted to say thank you for earlier." Rosalie says, the tense look she had fades into a small smile, her eyes meeting yours. You see some vulnerability in her usually guarded gaze. She gives your shoulder a squeeze before dropping her hand. "You didn't have to do that. I'm... admittedly used to that."

"No need to thank me, Rosalie." You smile back at her.

"I do, because not many would step up like that." She softly sighs and her smile grows a bit. You felt her words had more meaning to them, but you decided to not linger on them for now. "I know I've been slightly avoiding you but I have a hard time trusting hu- new people. But, after today, I think I want to open up a bit and be friends."

"I'd like that too." You beam. "Alice has been begging me to do a shopping trip, maybe the three of us can plan a trip soon."

"I'd... I'd like that." She almost looks like she is relieved and less guarded.

"Is your hand okay?"

"What?"

"Well, I saw you grip your locker and you dented it."

"Oh. Yeah, it's fine. I work on cars and my grip is strong. It's nothing." She holds out her hands and you saw just flawless skin. "Well, I will see you soon. Class is starting."

"Talk to you later." You wave and go to class. You sit down at your usual spot and start preparing. You sigh, irritated at the way those two spoke about Rose so loudly. But you also felt happy you and Rose were close now. Her bending the locker was suspicious... there were many things off with the Cullens that you've picked up, however, you don't linger on it. They have their quirks much like you have your own.

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Edward lounged on the couch reading, back from his trip up to the Denali clan to clear his head. After witnessing that nightmare from you, he needed a moment alone to sort his thoughts. He wasn't sure what he felt afterwards but once he took some time to sort out his thoughts, he came back to Forks. None of the others knew what happened. He didn't tell them those details of your life, as none of them were privy to it. He wasn't either but that bridge has been crossed thanks to his ability and curiosity of the galaxy protecting your mind.

He felt guilt initially when he realized he deeply invaded your privacy. Then, despair and immense sadness followed when he recalls back to your nightmare, your past. Edward had seen many horrors in his long life, he even committed some when he'd hunt those men. However when he witnessed what you went through, he couldn't help feel a spark of protectiveness. You were nice. He found you a joy to be around despite it not being long since you transferred. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to you.

Edward couldn't help but smile when he thought back to you and him outside the fire station. It was a peaceful moment. He couldn't help but linger on the sight of you in his jacket, pointing out the stars and constellations. It was silent other than your internal thoughts. And when he got to witness your galaxy so at peace? He also felt a sense of tranquility he longs for.

Edward quickly put those thoughts away and resumed his attention his book when he heard his adoptive siblings come in. Alice and Jasper pass without saying to him, which he was slightly thankful for. However, Emmett and Rosalie lingered by him.

"How can I help you both?" Edward sighs, snapping the book closed as he looks at both of them.

Rose crosses her arms. "You need to come back tomorrow."

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, Tiny happened." Emmett grinned and gestured to Rosalie. The blond sighed and let the memory replay of you standing up for her so Edward can see what happened today. He furrows his brows, setting his book down. He stands up from the couch and looks between the two.

"My guess is those two will probably retaliate against our friend one way or another." Rosalie says softly. Edward chooses not to point out how she said 'our friend.' "You spend the most time with them, they'll need you to stick around them the most."

Edward nods slowly. He recognizes Mark and Tony, and he knows they each have a class with him and you. He's heard the thoughts that spew from them both like garbage and he knows they aren't above getting back at someone.

"I'll come back tomorrow." He confirms. He wanted one more day to himself, but tomorrow is good as ever to face you again. He knows how you lost your voice and how you ended up living with your uncle and aunt now, but you don't know he knows. And he'll have to keep that in mind.

Although, Edward couldn't help but smile at the sound of your voice in Rosalie's memory. It was rough and hoarse, and it caused you pain, pain he doesn't want you feeling again... but it was nice hearing that voice that matches to the one in your head... when that space of yours is dropped.

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You make your way to your locker first thing in the morning. You get yourself situated, grabbing the things you need for your classes before lunch. You set aside the folder where you kept your copies of notes for Edward down on the small shelf. You huff softly, throat still feeling sore from using your voice.

A familiar voice calling your name has you spinning around quickly, a smile instantly growing on your face. Edward approaches you with a small smile, looking the same as he did the last time you saw him.

"Glad to see you're feeling better." You grin, your mind flashing back to what Emmett signed to you in regards to Edward's health. You catch your friend's eyebrow twitch, a flash of annoyance on his face that he quickly recovered.

A Cullen quirk, you muse to yourself.

"Yeah. I'm doing a lot better now." He replies softly, standing  a little closer to you than usual.

"I have something for you." You see his eyebrow quirk as you turn back to your locker. You pull out the black folder and hand him it. "Notes for the classes we share."

Edward stares down at the folder before chuckling. He looks up at you and gives you brilliant smile, one that makes your heart flutter for just a moment. "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

Suddenly, you feel hand on your back. Edward was standing much closer to you with an expression akin to a scowl as he stares off a little. He looks to you and smiles softly, though you can still see the tension on his face.

"We should get to the classroom. I'll probably have questions about what I missed." He says in a low voice. You nod, a little confused by his demeanor. You finish up with your locker and let him guide through the hallway, his cold hand still resting on the middle of your back.

You weren't aware of Tony's and Mark's presences until you both were walking by them to your first period classroom. You paid them no mind, keeping your focus ahead of you. Doing this, however, has you missing the deep and threatening glare from Edward towards the both of them.

As you both walked through the hallway, Edward felt that his non-existent blood boiling at the degrading, violent, and nasty thoughts those two were thinking. He knew they both weren't the best that Forks has to offer, their thoughts sometimes louder than others.

That protective urge he felt after witnessing your nightmare? It's working overtime now and he isn't completely sure why.

What Edward does know that he won't let them try anything towards you.

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[froggibus]

This Unruly Mess I've Made - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn! reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: in your mind, Jason Todd and the Red Hood are entirely different people, but when he comes over after patrol one night, the lines start to blur

CW: angst, violence, yelling, fighting, Jason snaps at reader, allusion to panic attack (reader has one), big brother Dick getting way too involved, Jason losing it a bit (his own Joker moment), groveling, some hurt/comfort

the other half of the Batboys request! writing Jason's part was a lot easier for me than writing Dick's part but I struggled a little with making this angsty ngl. hope you enjoy!

Dick Version

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In your mind, Jason Todd and Red Hood are not the same person. While Hood is aggressive, merciless on the criminals he fights, occasionally without morals, Jason is an entirely different creature. He’s cocky, and he shares some of Hood’s standoffishness, but he’s also gentle. He loves books. He’s good with his words. 

Your boyfriend and his vigilante alter ego could not be any different in your mind, and Jason wants to keep it that way. 

He’s always drawn the line between his life with you and his life as Red Hood, trying to keep the darkest parts of his life from seeping into yours. Still, there are times the cracks show. 

Times like tonight. 

He’s pumped up on adrenaline, fists still broken and bloody from the fight he was just in. Looking down on the crumpled body of the man below him, he knows he went too far. Even for him. 

“Jesus, Hood,” Grayson’s voice sounds far away even though he’s just behind him. 

Jason can only shake his head, clenching his jaw even tighter. He can feel things bubbling over, a tightness in his chest that he hates. 

He needs calm, he needs warmth, he needs you. It’s the dead of night by the time he’s knocking at your door impatiently, still dressed as Red Hood, blood still speckling his leather jacket. 

You open the door with tired eyes, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “Jay?”

He tugs the helmet over his head, sweaty, dark hair falling in his face. Something is different about him tonight, you realise. It’s not just the way his blue eyes have been drowned in black, or the way he’s painfully tense. It’s like his demeanour as a whole has changed. 

It isn’t Jason Todd standing in front of you—it’s Red Hood. 

He steps into your apartment, slamming the door behind him so hard the whole door frame shakes. He doesn’t turn around and awkwardly hold out his hands as an apology to the door like he usually does—yet another indicator that something is seriously wrong. 

“W-what’s going on?” You hate the way your voice shakes, and even though you want to say you’re not afraid, you can’t. You are afraid. 

His voice is low and gravelly, not unlike Batman’s. “Just…rough night.”

You nod, pursing your lips while you fill up the tea kettle and set it on the stove. It’ll take a few minutes to warm up, and in the meantime, you hope you can talk him down from his ledge. 

“Did something happen on patrol?”

“Yes.”

His response makes you scrunch up your nose. It’s so dry, so…unlike Jason. And his voice. He sounds angry. Angry with you, angry with the world. 

“What happened?”

He doesn’t respond. You can see his shoulders tensing, see the annoyance on his face. But what right does he have to be annoyed with you? He’s the one who showed up here in the middle of the night, dressed like a damn vigilante and covered in blood. 

“Jason?”

He slams his fist on the kitchen counter, a chunk of the tile cracking. “Dammit, y/n! Can you stop asking fucking questions for five minutes?”

His sudden outburst has you flinching, drawing your body further away from him. Never, never in your life, has Jason ever spoken to you like that. But this isn’t Jason. 

Jason is equally stunned at his outburst, but he doesn’t care. The adrenaline is pumping and why do you have to ask so many questions anyway? Can’t you just let him sit and think for a minute?

He growls at the thought. “I just want some damn peace and quiet, is that too much to ask?”

The sound of the cracking tile is echoing in your ears, the room filling up with Jason’s angry voice and the kettle boiling and your own thoughts. Everything is overwhelming, everything is just too much right now. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing it all to go away. 

Jason keeps talking, digging the knife even deeper. 

Finally, you snap. “Jason,” your voice is calm but your heart is racing, “get out.”

He stops mid sentence. “What?”

“I said: Get out!”

You expect him to oblige, or to argue. To do anything except what he actually does. Because when you say get out, Jason starts laughing. Loud, mocking laughter. 

You scrunch your eyebrows together, staring at him in confusion. He steps around the counter, coming closer to you. You step back, extending your hand to keep some distance between you. 

Jason doesn’t care. He keeps coming towards you. 

“Get the fuck out, Jason. I mean it.”

He cocks his head to the side, “yeah? What are you going to do if I don’t?”

His words make you sick. A pit forming in your stomach, twisting into something nauseating. 

“Get out,” you breathe, shoving your hand into his chest to push him back, “or I’ll call Dick.”

At the mention of his brother, Jason’s eyes go wide. He’s not sure what he thought before, why he was being so cruel, but the thought that you’re so scared you’d call his brother has him realizing how far this has gone. 

“I mean it, Jason. Go!”

Your voice is so small, so broken. The sight of you makes his heart hurt. How could he be so cruel to someone he loves so much? Why does he have to fuck everything up? He wants to hold you, he wants to apologize, but you’re shaking so much and your eyes are glassy and he knows he’ll just ruin things more. 

He turns on his heel and leaves your apartment, slamming the door behind him. 

You rush to lock it. Your knees buckle and you slide down the door, the tears finally coming out. As much as you love Jason, you really fucking hate Red Hood. 

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It takes a while after Jason leaves for you to gather your composure. Your hands still shake and your cheeks are still slick with tears, but you force yourself to stand and remove the kettle from the stove. You manage to pour yourself a glass of hot water and toss a tea bag into the mug before reaching for your phone. 

You click on Dick’s contact and start to type a text. 

Keep Jason the fuck away from me. 

Dick is more than surprised to receive your text. You barely message him as it is, but the tone in the text is way different than usual. All he can think is: what did Jason get himself into this time?

He’s bursting through his brother’s door within a minute of your text, finding the man hunched over on his bed with his head in his hands. 

“What did you do?”

Jason looks up, eyes bloodshot and sore. “Fuck off, Grayson.”

“I will,” he nods, “when you tell me why y/n asked me to keep you separated.”

“Y/n asked you that?”

Dick raises an eyebrow, prompting him for an answer. Jason can only sigh, forcing himself into his feet, still clad in his uniform from last night. 

“I-I wasn’t thinking straight…I went over there right after that last fight and-and I started yelling. Y/n asked me to leave and I fucking laughed like it was some kind of joke.”

“Jesus,” Dick mumbles. 

“I-I didn’t realize how bad it was until I really looked and saw how fucking terrified y/n was of me.”

“And then you left, right?” 

Jason says nothing. 

Dick presses. “Right?”

“Only after y/n threatened to call you.” Jason’s face burns with shame and anger and regret, and he just wants to hit something right now. 

“You fucked up, Jason.”

“Don’t you think I know that, Dick?!” He snaps. “Y/n will never forgive me for this. I ruined the only good thing I ever had.”

As much as he wants to berate his brother for his actions and tell him how much of an idiot he is, Dick can’t stand to see him like this. It’s true that the only good thing Jason has ever had to himself was you, and Dick knows that losing you could send him spiraling worse than ever before. 

He sets a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Come on, take a shower and get dressed. Meet me in the car in 5.”

“Where are we going?”

“To see y/n. You’re going to make this right, okay?”

“Dude,” he tugs on his hair, “y/n’s not going to want to see me again.”

“That’s why I’m coming. I’ll be a buffer, and maybe things will be less scary for both of you.”

Jason groans. He hates when Dick’s right.

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You’re hardly surprised when Dick shows up at your doorstep, Jason in tow. “Can we come in?” Dick asks. 

You unlock the door, slowly moving it open. “Both of you?”

“If you’ll have us.”

You let the door swing open, gesturing for them to come in. Your heart is beating hard in your chest, the sight of Jason after last night only making the pain fresh again. Still, seeing him makes your heart flutter. 

They settle in on your couch and you sit on the plush chair across from them. You fold your hands, bringing your knees in. “So, what brings you guys here?”

Dick says nothing, only nudging Jason in the ribs with his elbow. Jason squeezes his eyes shut before opening them again, braving a glance at you. 

“Y/n,” Jason’s voice cracks, but he keeps his tone soft and gentle, “I am so, so sorry.”

You stare at him, picking out the streaks of grey in his hair and the dark bags under his eyes. 

“I was such a jerk last night, I was so disrespectful to you and your wishes and-and I can’t imagine how scared you were.”

You swallow hard, looking at Dick for guidance. He looks back, eyes full of concern. 

“I never want you to be afraid of me. I never want to see you like that again. And I-I understand if that involves never seeing me again.”

The thought of never seeing him again, of never having him wrapping you in his arms and reading to you again, has you choking on the lump in your throat. Tears slip out of your eyes, trailing down your cheeks. 

“I-I don’t want that all,” you whimper. 

Jason’s eyes light up for only a second. “You-you want to keep seeing me?”

You shake your head slowly. “I love you, Jason, and even if you were an asshole, I still do. I don’t want—I don’t want you to leave me.”

You’re full on crying now, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Jason approaches you slowly, giving you time to back away if you want to. You stay put, watching every step he takes to get closer to you. Finally, he closes the gap between you and pulls you into his arms. 

His large frame envelops you, strong arms holding you tight to his body. He kisses the top of your head, stroking your hair. He murmurs into your ear, reminding you how much he loves you and how he’ll never hurt you and how he would do anything for you. 

Dick watches awkwardly from the couch, wondering if either of you will notice (or care) if he decides to slip away. 

#batman #batfam #nightwing x reader #nightwing angst #hurt/comfort #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood angst #jason todd x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd x you

[ryuichirou]

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Anonymous asked:

I know that we put a lot of emphasis on ignoring antis but sometimes there are days where I read one of their comments and get so disheartened and tired. I do try to report and block as many as I can but it's just really difficult to pull through when a majority of them are minors who are calling for us to drop dead or be assaulted or kill ourselves.

Anyway, I'm grateful for you and your art! It really brightens my day, especially when I'm going through it.

It could be tough sometimes, Anon, I get it. You’ve said it well – if anything, it’s tiring. Even if you know for a fact that it’s just some kid trying to hurt you because of their own issues, you (and none of us) shouldn’t be forced to tolerate it just because they didn’t figure their shit out yet. And they sound so deranged sometimes that it becomes obvious that they don’t really understand what they’re saying/implying and they don’t care.

Thank you so much for your support! I am happy it makes you feel better. We’ll do our best to keep posting as long as we’re having fun, and I hope you’ll keep having fun too <3

And don’t forget that whatever they do or say, it’s not really about you – it’s about them trying to earn favor with their lame-ass friends who do the same type of shit, because creating meaningful earnest connections is much more difficult than gathering an angry mob, as well as creating actual content that can make other people happy and helps you to express your love for the media.

Anonymous asked:

What do you think is the reason for the octatrio visiting the Scalding Sands, is it just a business trip? Or maybe Azul is organizing his wedding, and wants to share his happiness with his old friends by inviting them in person! I'm sure that this isn't also one last ditch effort to get Jamil to reconsider their "relationship" (Oh, but he looks so misty-eyed after hearing the news, is that maybe a tear they see?... Ah, wait... He's just yawning...)

Ohhh, of course Jamil wouldn’t be misty eyed over this loss, Idia basically took the bullet for him… Honestly, good riddance, these two deserve each other 😭 The line between the Mafia AU and the Marriage AU is a bit blurred, but I didn’t think it was the case with this particular sketch; THAT BEING SAID, Azul is absolutely going to invite Jamil (alright, Kalim too) in person. He just HAS to see Jamil’s face when he hears that Azul is getting married! (Jamil’s face: completely unimpressed…)

When I was sketching it, I was thinking that it was a business trip; whether he is a mafia man or just an enterpreneur, Azul always has a lot of business in the Scalding Sands. And if they’re there anyway, why not pay a visit to their dear former classmates? <3 Jade and Floyd are always excited for that lol Poor Jamil.

Anonymous asked:

i love your riddle smut (especially the stuff with trey it’s so good <3) but honestly i find any nsfw of riddle a bit funny bc i can imagine him thinking something as innocent as a kiss is how babies are made. take responsibility trey!

You heard them, Trey! Teach Riddle about the birds and bees! But in general I’m sure Trey feels very responsible and probably even guilty, Anon….

Thank you <3 I love drawing Riddle in smutty situation, he is my ultimate sheltered homeschooled kid at his first party lol I really like the contrast of his innocent easily embarrassed self and his deeply hidden desires.

Anonymous asked:

My sister thought Idia was Aoba, at first…

Gotta love them blue-haired twinks with funky boots and huge-ass jackets and headphones and 10 boyfriends one of which is an AI dog…

Anonymous asked:

I think 'Kalim Overblots' plots should take advantage of their surroundings more often. If Kalim is overblotting in Scarabia, there's no reason why the dorm can't turn into Octavinelle 2.0 thanks to Oasis Maker. Especially if the Octa Trio is involved.

Yeah, using the environment is a great way to make a scene way more engaging. I wonder if Kalim could drown his dorm completely by the time he’s all out of magic and filled with blot; it would be interesting to see underwater Scarabia… lots of space for the fishies to swim in…

Anonymous asked:

If Jamil has a best man/woman in his wedding, it would be Najma because while she is annoying to him at least it is better than any of his school mates. Floyd and Ace are too troublesome to take care of. Ruggie will only just busy with the food than being best man. Kalim, if he isn't who he wed, would feel much more troublesome to take care of and wouldn't care if Kalim wanted to be his best man.

I'm sure if Kalim wasn't wed to Jamil, he will be make him his best man. If not, I'm sure Silver, Cater, or Lilia will. Except Silver, I can picture Lilia and Cater fighting for position. Then again, there will be many weddings for Kalim and they took turns.

I can’t even add anything to that, Anon; I haven’t thought about this scenario at all, but everything that you’re saying makes sense. Honestly, this is just another reason for Jamil to never bother with getting married – the thole thing is going to be so fucking annoying lol but I’m all for Najma being a best woman.

I can also picture Kalim saying stuff like “ah don’t worry, I’ll make you my best man next time!”

Anonymous asked:

I have returned from the trenches of forgetting my password and then finding out I had no access to that email anymore. So now I come back bringing some foods for thought in what can be called a part 4 of my shenanigans.

Ruggie is the campus whore, don't know where the idea came from but I feel like he'd sell his body for some quick cash.

Rook x Idia has been inching its way into my brain, I feel like Rook would find him to be a straight up sexual conquest. Idia would be an unsuspecting deer in his eyes and I don't think Rook has much impulse control lmao

Random story time rabbit hole : Your ranking for their levels of whore inspired to give Divus a pretty bastard son because I feel like Divus wouldn't discriminate on gender in his teen age years. Which made me realize Divus is not dad material, and led me to this conclusion after a friend of mine mentioned it; he would probably sleep with his son on purpose or by mistake. If he's the one to raise the kid on the other hand, its more emotional incest. On that note, my pretty boy deserves justice against his daddy (not, he is used to it by now and probably can't function without it lol)

~ The one and only, 🐩 anon

Welcome back, 🐩 anon! I’m glad to see you again :)

Ruggie would definitely sell his body; I think the only reason he would stop is if he gets himself a deal with Leona and has to protect his exclusive rights and all lol Other than that, Ruggie doesn’t see this whole thing as anything other another business.

100% about the Rook/Idia thing, we love thinking about these two, god it’s such a pity I never finished our sketch with these two LOL but it’s exactly like you described: Idia is such a rare unsuspecting deer that’s so skittish and fearful and difficult to catch. At the same time, whenever they interact, if Rook manages to keep Idia around long enough for his initial scare to pass, he seems to know just the right stuff to say to Idia to keep him invested in a conversation. He’s working on it, he’s working on this deer~

Oh god, the Divus-the-dad scenario was the one I wasn’t expecting lol I’m not even sure which one is more cursed (=better); but I feel like Divus sleeping with his bastard son on accident is more plausable, at least at this point in his life. When he gets older, he might get into the emotional incest thing….

Divus and his emotional incest era…

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[wisecrackingeric-2]

Hello~ I hope it’s okay to ask you about characters- if not, then you can ignore this 😅

I was just wondering what Luis’s eye color is? When I searched it up it said grey/ brown. When I see close up pics of his eyes, sometimes they look a bit light and cool toned? I’m not good at telling colors so I wanted to know what you think 🙏 (I hope this makes sense 💦)

AAAAAAAAAAA HIHIHIHIHI HELLO!!!!!!! I ABSOLUTELY A D O R E GETTING ASKS SO NEVER EVER FEEL AWKWARD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING!!!!!!!!

So Luis’ eyes are REALLY WEIRD cuz you’re ABSOLUTELY RIGHT in that from a distance they look brown- and I think MOST people had that same assumption that they were brown (at least I did HCNEHENEJ) for a LONG TIME before proper freecam modes n stuff were made but they’re actually a warm grey!!!!!!

These photos look a lil silly cuz the spotlight is shining directly on him but they’re definitely a warm grey!!!!! Again it’s just WEIRDLY hard to tell cuz from a distance they just??? Look like a dark brown?????? So I see a lot of artists (myself included just outta habit HFNWHENEHE) draw him with brown eyes anyways!!!!!!

Like for example his base model looks like it has dark brown eyes???? so you’re NOT ALONE IN STRUGGLING, TRYING TO TELL WHAT COLOR THEY ARE IS SO HARD AHENEHFNDUSNS

(I also just use this base model and other freecam mode photos for color refs just in general!!!!! Like for his dark skin tone, his hair being an almost soft dark brown, his jacket being a weird dark purple color etc etc!!!!) ((Also interestingly enough a lot of native/indigenous peoples from around the area Valdelobos is supposed to be in/nearby those areas also apparently commonly have that same warm grey color eyes which could possibly be a hint to his heritage which I find really interesting!!!!!!!!))(((A L S O ALSO fun fact he has a super faint scar underneath his left eye!!!!)))

AAAA IM SO SORRY THIS HAS TURNED INTO A GIANT WALL OF TEXT I HOPE YOU DONT MIND AJSNWHDNDUXJSI BUT IF YOU WANT ANY REFERENCES LIKE. AT A L L IN TERMS OF LITERALLY ANYTHING NOSE EYES RINGS ETC IVE GOT. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSOSOSOSO MANY JUST DM ME!!!!!!!!!!!

#AGAIN THANK YOU FOR ASKING MWUAH YOU ARE SO COOL I LOVE YOUR ART SM I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU DO NEXT #ericsasks

[blackcat2907]

FOR THE BIRD AU. I love building and your ideas mmmmm delish.

Thoughts on celestial dragon not having wings? Or cutting them off at birth? Maybe there wings are useless seeing as they never use them and always keep them covered no one really knows. But there are theory’s. (Could be why Dolfamingo and Corason ware those fluffy feathered coats to cover up the fact they don’t have wings.)

Ok devil fruit user who I think don’t have wings. Crocodile. Wether threw injury or choice. I feel like Sir crocodile doesn’t have wings anymore. New People constantly expect signals from a whole form of communication that simply doesn’t exist anymore, he of course uses this to its full possibilities-He is impossible to read at first and alot of people underestimate him because of his disability and by being ableist dicks, he can go and take everything they love right from under there nose and they never even suspected him.

Kuma though not by choice. He’s back stories already so god damned sad why don’t we add even more tears it huh. (Every time I learn more about this man I want to strangle Oda, how dare this sweet teddy bear of a man be subjected to such horror.)

And surprise Marco. I feel like it would interesting a lot of people would probably dicks about it at first or just avoid him or be very delicate and over correcting themselves around him. Marco and crew will quickly dissuade new comers of this stupidity.

A few of big moms kids might not have wings? Seeing as she’s seems to be part gaint maybe gaints don’t have wings or at least different type? Maybe Kaido got rid of his wings? Or again was born without seeing as he’s another species called Oni? Maybe he has Dragon wings?

Either way I love this au and will be writing and drawing alot more for it in the future.

OKAY BUT I HAVE THOUGHTS!

Celestial Dragons see themselves as gods, right? Different from everyone else. Higher than everyone else. They don't eat devil fruits because to them, they don't need that extra power. Plus, why would gods ruin their relationship with Mother Sea?

So yeah, they cut their wings off at birth as a sign of being better than everyone else. Doflamingo and Corazon definitely have their feathered jackets as a memory of the wings they lost.

Crocodile did get his wings cut off when he got his devil fruit. He didn't see the point in them anymore. And if he was going to take over Alabasta, it would be better to get rid of wings that could give away his emotions.

WHY WOULD YOU MENTION KUMA!? (Sobs into blankets) But you are so right. Anyway.

Marco lost his wings because they burned up when he ate his devil fruit because I want the angst. JUST IMAGINE! His devil allows him to become a Phoenix, but at the painful cost of his original wings.

Kaido isn't changed much because of what species he is. He stays a dragon, but in human form he still has the dragon wings.

I am 100% going to write more for this au, and honestly, I will probably cry if you make more fanart/fanfiction for this au. I love it.

#one piece wings au #wings au #donquixote doflamingo #bartholomew kuma #marco the phoenix #kaido #one piece ask

[bootyhoe-123123]

Rizzy reo (reo x reader bllk fluff)

(Hi guysssss this is my first work so im sorry if this is bad 😭 feel free to let me know how to improve 😋😋 -bootyhoe)

(warnings‼️‼️ no pronouns are used for Y/n in this story but it is said that they wear a skirt in their uniform you can of course just say pants if you feel comfortable with that instead anddd that’s it ENJOYY ❤️❤️)

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06:37 AM

I walk down a long sidewalk. I’m not the most familiar with it but i go this way when I need it. It’s an early Tuesday morning and it was just so difficult to get up this morning. I’m in dire need of a latte right now. I was up all night studying for an upcoming exam and kept on getting distracted thinking about a certain purple haired boy. Oh how I loved his purple hair, it suited him really well. Reo Mikage. I’ve had a crush on the guy for a few months now. I stop in front of a cafe I usually visit when I have a rough time in the morning, I swing the glass door open and walk inside the warmth hitting my face immediately making me feel cozy. I greet the girl behind the cash register, she looked a little older than me, somewhere in her early twenty’s. I give her my order and pay, after, I go sit at a small table with 2 chairs facing each other. I pull out one of the chairs and hang my beige messenger bag on the back of it, after I do I sit down and pull out my phone. It read 06:44 as the time. I didn’t have to be at my school till 07:10 and it was only a five minute walk from the cafe. I actually had time to enjoy my latte and it will be a lot more enjoyable considering the cold weather. “Y/n!” I hear one of the other girls shout out my name and I stand up to go get my drink. I thank her and take my drink off the counter and go back to where my bag was. I sit for a few minutes scrolling on my phone and taking sips of my drink here and there. I check the time again. “06:56.. I guess it’s time to start walkin’ towards that stupid ass school.” I Mutter lowly to myself.

I stand up and push the seat in. I open my bag and toss my phone into it. I sling it over my shoulder and take a final sip of my latte then walk over to throw it away. I brush off my uniform. I don’t mind the uniform we have to wear to school, the black skirt is cute and I like the checkers in my top but they’re hidden underneath my winter jacket right now. I wear basic new balances but I switch it up here and there, not like it matters to much anyway. The stockings I wear underneath my skirt are only for winter, I wear knee high socks any other season. I wave goodbye and say thank you to the women before walking out of the door. I pop my AirPods into my ears and play some music to keep me entertained on my short walk.

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07:02

I take my time switching my shoes into my school ones and walk into my classroom. I see a few people here and there. I wave at a few of my friends. We’re all sadly separated me in the back and the two of them in the front. And don’t get me wrong it sucked i didn’t sit with them but my seat partner was good enough for me. It was my crush, Reo. He wasn’t here yet. I didn’t expect him to be. He always comes into the class with a minute or 2 to spare with his best friend Nagi. I slowly take out my books and a few pencils from my bag before placing them neatly in my desk. I pick up my mechanical pencil, pump out some led, and draw little hearts and stars on my desk. “Hey Y/n! How was your morning? Sure was cold out today huh.”

I hear the oh so familiar voice of my seat mate and feel the tips of my ears heating up. “Hey Reo, yeah it was really cold this morning I love winter but my hands were freezing my whole walk here! My morning wasn’t the best but I’ll manage.”

I let the answer roll off my tongue to the handsome boy who was now facing me in his seat, our knees touching. “Oh? Your hands, are they still cold?”

He raises an eyebrow at me, “Well..yeah, not as bad but they’re still kind cold.”

I mumble, as I place my hands on top of one another on my desk. “Here, I wore gloves to school, let me warm your hands up.” I hear what Reo says and my eyes dart from him to my hands that were now enclosed into his bigger ones.

I feel not only the tips of my ears this time, but my whole face heat up. Reo rubs his warm, calloused fingers against my softer ones. I stared at our hands for a few seconds and slowly bring my eyes up to his face again. He was also looking at our hands but he seems to notice me look up because he looked up into my eyes with his deep purple ones, a slime plastered on his face. He leans over to me our faces closer together as he places his mouth by my ear. “Are your hands alright now or do you want me to keep warming them up?” I can hear my heart beating loudly in my ears as I gulp not knowing how to answer.

I hear Reo start giggling next to my ear as he pulls away from my face still keeping my hands in his. “I’m just messing with you, Y/n. I wouldn’t mind though. If you wanted to keep our hands like this I mean .”

Am I hearing right? Did he just say he wouldn’t mind? Doesn’t matter now. This is a good opportunity for me to shot my shot with my crush and I’m not going to let it go to waste. I nod to Reo and say, “I wouldn’t mind either. If you wanted to hold hands a little longer I mean.” I mimic his words, a smile growing on my face.

He returns the gesture and mutters a little “Good” before facing the teacher in the front of the class.

Our hands were still together underneath our desks. I’m definitely not going to be wearing gloves to school if it means I get to hold hands with Reo again.

#reo mikage #reo x reader #blue lock #bllk reo #reo mikage x reader

[cure-typhoon]

im very new here, what exactly is the runaway au im Very Curious now :eyes:

Hiii okey so basically is an au where the beta trolls (humans here) help Karkat escape from the people who kidnapped him a year ago and are going around the country in a van, trying to find a way to separate Karkat from the alien he has been fused with before things start to become worse for him.

And extended summary of the start of the au is:

Karkat has been missing for around a year before he was pressumed dead after his jacket covered in blood was found in the woods close to the last place he was seen. It was assumed he got attacked by an animal and thats why his body was never found.

The start of the story occurs at his funeral, from Vriska's point of view as she decides to attend the funeral even after she hasnt been friend with the group for around 6 years. They got in a Big fight at the end of highschool and all of them went on their separate ways, theyre 22 now and it's the first reunion as a group after the fight.

The funeral is, depressing as you can expect, Vriska is feeling akward as she is not really friendly with anyone in the group, she tries to talk to Kanaya as she was one of her closest friends when they we're younger but she is a mess emotionally because she was the last person who saw Karkat before he disappeared.

Anyway a lot happens and the funeral is almost over and all of the beta kids are reunited in a room just, not really talking. They tried to but it starts to become an argument until Kanaya's stops them and tells them that if they don't shut up she is kicking them all out because she really can't handle their garbage today.

They calm down and Vriska propose that they go to their old hanging spot, an old abandoned cabin they used to frecuent, and leave some things for him there because it would probably be less depressing that being here. And all of them agree and get inside or Vriska's van. They buy some burgers on the way and arrive at the place.

They go inside and kind of explore the place but decide to just sit and eat like the old times, they talk about old memories, and then Karkat. Things get emotional again and they decide to look for some of his old stuff to see if theyre even there.

Nepeta goes to the back of the cabin, to a room they hadn't check yet, it's dark in there and she uses her flashlight only to see a BIG fucking EGG in there, a slimy and broken egg full of a strange liquid. She is about to enter to investigate but stops herself, she smells blood, she points the light to the ceilling and sees a person, upside down, covered on blood and with eyes completely white.

She screams as that persons starts attacking her. She is fighting back but the person is trying to kill her, thankfully the others come upstairs after hearing her screams and starts to help her.

They fight and it's chaotic and some of them get injured badly but theyre able to tie him up and things calm down. They try to find out what's going, going from a possesion to aliens.

Then the person wakes up, now more calm but very confused, asking what the hell is going and where is he. He then sees the people in front of him and says "KANAYA?" and they get silent, they recognize that voice, it sounded more tired than what they we're used to, but it was Karkat

The one who they just had a funeral for, the one who just attacked them and the one who looks a minute away from dying.

Lets say things got chaotic after that. And thats all of the summary, for now lol, there's still more about the start but I want to draw it :3

#homestuck #karkat vantas #kanaya maryam #vriska serket #nepeta leijon #beta trolls #runaway au #runawaystuck #humanstuck

[brooklyn-xoxo]

Dabi’s childhood crush wrote him a letter

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He was just laying down on his bed when shigiraki stormed into his room. He was holding a letter in his hand.

“What’s this?!” He asked obviously pissed off. He held a white envelope that had butterflies and flowers drawn of them, and scrap book stickers scatters all over. Shut with a black rose sticker.

“I don’t know, why are you asking me that shit?” Dabi shrugged and rolled his eyes.

“Because it’s for you! Why else?!” He gave Dabi a look almost to say “are you stupid”.

“It says, to Dabi from y/n. Who’s y/n? Keeping secrets or something?” Shigaraki threw the envelope at him. Not for it to hit him, just so he could catch.

“y/n…?” Dabi gave a look of confusion and shock.

“Yes… I just said that… what’s with your face?” Shigaraki looked puzzled.

“Nothing, now get out.” Dabi spoke while looking down at the envelope. He wasn’t going to admit it but this was decorated beautifully.

“Alright.” Shigaraki walked out. Dabi immediately started to open the envelope. Being very gentle with the beautiful stickers and drawings. As he opened the letter, he started to read.

The letter:

Dear Dabi,

I hope you remember me, we were very close through middle school and high school. I won’t blame you if you don’t remember, a lot of things have happened since we fell out of touch.

I knew you as Touya, but I know you are Dabi now. I dont want you to feel uncomfortable, I’ll make it clear that it wasn’t easy getting that information. I thought you were dead, but I talked to people, and some helped me out with getting a hold of your new name and address.

I’m sorry if this is a bother but I just was wondering if you’re doing good. I know your life probably isn’t all that exciting because of the villain stuff, but besides that. Are you satisfied? I hope so.

I’m sorry that this had to happen to you. You’re father cared more about you becoming a pro hero then your health or feelings. People say time heals but I’m sure you still very hurt, and I’m sorry for not doing more. I don’t know if I’ll see you again some day, but I hope you’re feeling well today.

Surprisingly my week has been going well. The only thing that’s happened lately has just been silly relationships I’ve been in. I’m just wasn’t as interesting as the other girl he likes, not a big deal. He just found someone more exciting, the next second he was gone. All I really wanted was to see if I could be enough for someone, I guess not. Have you felt like that? Never mind.

Anyways, I just wanted to express how grateful I am that you ever came into my life. You taught me a lot, believe it or not. I talk to a lot of people about you, not that your Dabi but about how you inspired me as Touya.

Even though your not the same person, and you’ve done a lot of things people would be terrified of. I just want you to know how proud I am you were created, with the bravery to unlearn all of your families cruelty. I hope that your happier today then any day, because I love you. And I hope that you’re okay.

From,

Y/n l/n <3

Dabi’s POV:

“…..hope that you’re okay……” Dabi whispers to himself as he finishes reading your letter.

He puts it in one of this pockets to his jacket. So he can read it and have in when he goes on missions or just feels down. He refuses to tell Shigaraki and Toga who are constantly begging for information about the letter.

He wants to see you again but it will be hard to get a hold of your information. He wonders how you did it, you even found out his new name. Even if he did end up finding a way to see you, it’d be very different and awkward.

#dabi x y/n #dabi fluff #dabi x reader #mha x you #yn #mha todoroki #dabi my hero academia #bnha dabi #i love dabi #dabi imagine #dabi is touya #fluff

[gtraccoon]

hey i know you’re on a break so don’t answer this right away if you don’t feel like it but I have more characters!!

sorry it’s long again lmao

I debated for a really long time about whether to make Stan or Kyle tiny (cause imo they’re pretty similar), but i eventually decided Kyle. I love overly aggressive and angry tinies and also super tiny Ike was a really cute idea to me.

The bottom of Kyle’s pants is from an old Tegridy shirt that Stan repaired it with when it ripped. In return Kyle and Ike made Stan a necklace and a bracelet respectively. Stan’s style is also a bit different than in the show cause a lot of his main friends are borrowers. So at school he hangs out with some different people, most notably he hangs out with the goth kids more (i love them), and that jacket in the picture specifically is a hand me down from Michael who got tired of seeing him in his old worn down stained brown coat everyday. (i might change it later so he has poorly bleached hair, but i can’t decide rn)

Kyle and Stan have been friends since the Brofloski’s moved to his house, but then Ike met Stan. All was well and good cause Kyle and Stan constantly made sure Ike wouldn’t spill their secret…until enough time had gone past that they kind of slacked off on making sure Ike didn’t slip up. So of course one day he does, and Kyle’s mom figures out that Stan and Kyle not only know each other, but are “super best friends.”

Shelia goes to Gerald and plot twist: Gerald and Randy have been hanging out too. Also Shelly knows Kyle and Ike. And so does the poor kid in the parka that comes over sometimes. Sheila goes to Sharon cause she just at that point assumes that the human mom knows her family but nope: Sharon had no idea there were tiny people in her walls. Both families were just hiding each other from the respective moms. Sheila and Sharon eventually become friends cause they bond over both dealing with an absurd amount of dumbassery, but not until after they give their families a stern talking to.

Anyway, both families live in harmony pretty much. The Brofloski’s don’t like to be fully dependent on the humans, but they all go out from the walls whenever they want to and socialize with each other. Sharon even helped set up Kyle to go to Stan’s school virtually! The whole family basically made up this sob story about how Kyle has like glass skin and paper bones (i don’t have an actual bs story rn) and he can’t come to school in person so the school just set up a computer monitor at an empty desk and Kyle joins school from a zoom call everyday.

This is how he meets Cartman. The two argue just as much this way as they do in the show, and they hate each other. Kyle, however, is actually genuinely terrified of Cartman. Since they hate each other, he’s afraid that if Cartman every learned how small he was, he’d murder him. Sheila doesn’t know about Kyle’s horrific fear of his “friend,” cause Kyle’s afraid that if he told her, she’s want him out of school. Kyle only confines in Stan and Kenny (usually Stan more cause he takes Kyle’s fear more seriously and will just listen to his issues while Kenny’s main defense system is to laugh and distract him, which is nice but doesn’t always work). It doesn’t help that Cartman hangs out at the Marsh house a lot, too.

DUDE I LOVE THIS?

THIS IS SO CREATIVE! might not seem like it, but you’re giving me ideas, and who knows…. next part or maybe a new au soon! (prolly by next week, maybe, depends.) but i’ll totally write/draw more in the meantime, just, i don’t know if i’ll have motivation to write a finished story for it. this is literally so cool, i really like the idea of the parents being friends and i can like actually picture that, like kyle’s like “i’m gonna rock ur shit cartman” and cartman feels all threatened not knowing his enemy is like, 2 inches tall. it’s a really cool trope, and i’d read a fic/comic about that, definitely. thank you so much for putting in the time to send me asks, talented as always.

explination for a little break, news i guess?

i’m still gonna be on break for awhile. some drama stuff with school happened, and, yea, it’s so serious i’m pretty sure i can’t legally talk about it, but yea!!! i also recently got a skateboard, and have been spending a lot of my time on that. BUT, i still do love writing, so send asks if u want, and i will definitely write/draw about them when i’m out of this school drama shit.

honestly this has happened before and idk why it’s always with me, but it’s not like a school wide thing. it’s JUST me and 2 other ppl involved. sometimes i feel targeted. maybe ppl just don’t like me, idk!

tl;dr, drama

#g/t #giant/tiny #south park #south park g/t

[ejunkiet]

“Good morning, sunshine.”

rasmr oc: “sunshine”, she/they. vibes: blonde mullet; the scar from the car crash; as much metal as you can fit in your earlobe; and touch me, I dare you.

I was able to commission the incredible @sermna​ for this, and it’s perfect. 

there’s also a fic to this, as there is always a fic. see beneath the cut.

READ ON AO3 - rated G for goodness. love confessions, elliot/sunshine.

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Elliot feels like warmth and sunlight.

He always has. Ever since they’d been introduced at that party, the one they’d been dragged to by an old friend, despite their best efforts to dodge the invitation. Getting you back out there, after god knows how long. You’re too cute to hide away in your apartment forever.

They’d shaved half their hair that weekend in preparation for it. Tied the remainder of it back, showing their piercings, their scars. A warning, as much as a statement. Approach with care.

He’d ignored it all, of course. Made a crack about the music genres picked by the party DJ, before removing his jacket and telling stories about his - incredibly nerdy - tattoos.

(For someone so confident, he had the weirdest special interests. Luckily for him, they had similarly obscure interests too.)

And despite everything, it works. They fit together; his warm sunlight to their cool shadow. The yin and the yang; a matched pair.

First as friends. Then best friends. Then something more, much more.

They still can’t find the words for it. But they like his touch. The feeling of his arms around them, pressed close like this. His breath warming their cheek, the solid presence of him around them, surrounding them. Home.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

They hum, turning in his arms until they can rest their head against his chest. Like this, they can hear his heartbeat, strong and slow… although it speeds up as they lean into him, their fingers curling in his shirt.

Hiding a smile, they press a soft kiss to the visible stretch of skin above his collar, peeking over the yawning opening of his low-slung tank. It was too cold for tank tops in weather like this, anyway.

His breath hitches at the touch, his heart thumping loud in the silence that drags for a moment, before he laughs. It’s a lovely sound, soft and rolling, reverberating from deep within his chest. It’s one of their favourites from him, surpassed only by the low hum he makes when he’s kissing them, sweet and content, as if there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

And for someone who can literally create anything he wants within a dreamscape, the fact he thinks of them like this… it means a lot. More than he knows.

His hands slipping up their back draws them back into the moment, his fingers tangling in the longer strands of their hair. “You’re so warm. And soft…”

They shift until they can catch his eye, warm and gleaming in the late morning light. “I think you’re the only person who’d describe me like that.”

He grins, a flash of teeth. “That means I’m the only one you let really see you. All of you.”

His hand brushes across their temple, against the edge of the scar that trails back into their hairline. His gaze is drawn to it, as most people often are; tracing the line of it, the jagged edges. The way it cuts into their hairline, the short crop of their buzz cut.

His thumb rubs against the edge of it, a warm, steady pressure as his eyes flick back to theirs.

There’s an apology there, for his distraction. For his curiosity about the scar. They know that he wonders about it, about the reason they display it so openly. They can read him like an open book; he’s always so expressive, keeping nothing back. It’s one of the things they appreciate about him. His openness. He’s a counterpoint to their rough edges, their reticence and high walls.

He hasn’t asked about the accident, or their feelings about it before, and he won't. They usually don't like to talk about it. But here… in the soft quiet of late morning, with just the two of them, they want him to know. So they tell him.

“The scar is… important to me. It’s proof that I’m still here.”

His hand pulls back, his fingers curling as a raw sort of emotion flickers across his features. The soft curve of his mouth is turned down at the corners as he swallows, warm eyes flickering between theirs. “I didn’t ask.”

“I know. But I wanted you to know.”

He releases a slow, shuddering exhale. The back of his fingers trace along their cheek instead, finding the curve of their chin and tilting their head up, up, until he can press his lips against theirs in a gentle kiss.

It’s chaste, warm. Not unlike the sunlight that filters through the windows, lazy and golden where it finds them sprawled together on the couch, wrapped around each other. It’s an acknowledgement, and a comfort.

“Thank you,” he says when he pulls back, a gentle light in his warm eyes, and they return his smile. Pressing against the back of the couch, they lean up to recapture his mouth, kissing him, soft and slow, sinking into it, as they balance a hand against his chest.

His arms wrap around them once more, holding them close. He murmurs against their lips, “I love you, sunshine.”

It’s not the first time he’s said it. He’s as open with his affections as he is with every other part of himself. He loves them, and he makes sure they know it.

They’ve yet to say it back. Not for lack of feeling, or knowing. It just means - a lot. It changes things. Everything.

He hasn’t pushed it. He understands, as he always does, and he’s patient; he’ll wait for them, no matter what. No matter how long it takes.

And right now, right here - they want to. He needs to hear it. They’ve known it for - a long time.

“I love you, too.”

He exhales, sharp and fast, before he pulls back from the embrace, meeting their gaze, his eyes wide and so fucking warm- “You actually said it.”

There’s a heat in their cheeks, even as they set their jaw, holding his gaze. “I did. Don’t make me regret it.”

He laughs, the sound loud in the quiet stillness of the room. “Say it again?”

They release a long breath, as if exasperated, but they can’t stop the smile that curls up the corners of their mouth. He’s such a fucking dork. “I love you, Elliot.”

He laughs again, soft and bright, before he leans in and kisses them full on the mouth, humming that deep, happy sound against their lips as his arms squeeze them tight.

Then they’re toppling backwards on the sofa, his hands on them, followed by his mouth, and there isn’t much time for talking, after that.

#redacted asmr #redacted sunshine #(her commissions are open go grab a slot!!) #ej writes redacted #elliot/sunshine #ejunkiet ocs #ejunkiet commissions

[davosmymaster]

How do u think the moon boys would react to an s/o w more than 10 tattoos? All love xx

AAAAAAHHHH my first headcanon omg im so excited i cant!!!

I just hope this is what you wanted. It was such an open question and i kept wondering okay but how many, when, does the MC get them before or after meeting the moon boys... like SO MANY QUESTIONS!!

I hope you like my take on this. (sorry for spelling mistakes, also im not a native english speaker)

THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

Warnings for mentions of sex, nothing graphic tho

My answer is... depends.

I think none of them ever stopped to think about a s/o with tattoos, that being said I think they all were impressed when they saw them.

The first time for Steven is on a date. You ask him if he has any, and he thinks it's a weird question. The poor man is so nervous and excited about meeting someone new and having a date (finally) that he wants to go directly to the profound questions. He wants to know things like your favorite color, your favorite book, where did you go on holidays when you were a kid, the name of your pets, etc. He doesn't think anyone thinks of him as a man who's into tattoos but before he asks you you're taking your jacket off and there they are.

I think he's the type of person who'd think he doesn't like tattoos, but that is just because he's used to see large shapeless tattoos that look more like a blur than a proper work of art (and he doesn't pay attention to them anyways). Also, all the experience he has with tattoos is watching youtube videos titled "9 of the worst tattoos ever" so he does not feel like he can say anything about the matter.

But then oh you show him yours and he loves them. Once you keep seeing each other he teaches you about his hobbies and then he asks you to talk to him about the things you like and somehow you start talking about your tattoos and you show him every tattoo you have and he just wonders at how precise the lines are, the images you chose. I feel like even if you regret some of them or the tattoo artist didn't get them quite right he would still love them. Then you show him some ancient Egypt inspired tattoos like the Eye of Horus and he would absolutely lose it.

"So some people get tattoos to honor what they like, or an experience they had?" he asks, although he already knew the answer to that question. That's the first time he wonders if he could get a tattoo. He asks you if it hurts a lot, how much it usually costs, etc. And you can't help but chuckle seeing how invested he is.

The first time you two are intimate he brings your tattooed flesh to his lips. He doesn't know what tattoo he is kissing, but he doesn't care either. He loves the intricate drawings in your skin (even though it is now drenched in sweat) and he kisses you time and time again.

It takes him six months or so before he asks you for the name of the tattoo studio.

Marc hates tatoos with a passion. Like just... look at him. He was in the military. He's seen MANY muscular men and women with tattoos. He has all the references around him (sargeants, his own CO, soldiers, etc) they all had at least one big tattoo or half a sleeve... and he still has none. Why do you think that is?

That is why he tries to pay not much attention to yours at first. The thing is, either if you have more than 10 small tattoos or maybe even bigger ones, he didn't notice at first. London is usually cold all year round (except sometimes summer) and he likes to go on dates to restaurants with terraces.

The first time he sees them he's like "what the fuck?" like he didn't expect such an angelic face to have that many tattoos because he's used (biased) to associate that many tattoos to people usually in the military. Not that he thinks you're a bad person (as that is usually the stereotype right) like it's just... different but you're smart and catch him looking and ask him what he thinks and he's suddenly SO STIFF. And you can't help it but feel a little offended because they are part of you (obviously). You even think about not talking to him anymore (you two don't know each other that much yet) but he keeps calling you and caring about you and he realises that once again he has some issues he has to work on.

Then one day he asks you for your tattoos. You show him the one that has more meaning to you and tell him the story behind it. He feels like a complete DUMBASS when you do, because he thought it was just some aesthetic shit men in the military got when they got ripped enough. And he feels just so lucky that you trust him so much, as to explain and tell him why you got them, even when the explanation behind some of them is just "I liked the tattoo" or "I was feeling bad so I drove to the nearest tattoo studio and got it." Like... it changes his perception forever.

It comes to a point where you two are having sex and he is just SO delighted to see your body covered in art. He enjoys the view and doesn't even let you shower alone anymore. He likes to help you shower, cover them in soap just to reveal them after. You can't help but chuckle and remind him a thousand times how much he used to hate them.

He asks Steven and Jake if they'd get a tattoo. They are shocked at the question because they have both wanted one for some time now, but Steven was scared of bringing up the topic because he knows how Marc feels about it. Meanwhile, Jake knew Marc would change his mind at some point so he was there just... waiting.

Out of the three of them, Jake is the one who loves tattoos the most.

He sees your tattoos and immediately tells you that he loves them. He wasn't the one who met you first, though, so he already knows you have a few of them when he does meet you for the first time. Still, that doesn't make him less excited for them. It's not the same to see them through a mirror than in real life, so once he meets you he can't stop looking at them. The ink simply calls him in everytime his eyes wander without a purpose.

With time he forgets about them (as one usually does), but at first, sometimes, he even got distracted while driving because he likes to hold your hand when he drives and then he'd look down and there they were and they are beautiful on your skin. He just loves them.

He might forget about them for a while, but they always come back to his mind. When he undresses you his mind always seems to reboot no matter how hard or horny he is or where you are or if you're just in for a quickie.

When an idea for a new tattoo comes to your mind, Jake is always the first to know, because you always know how positive his answer will be. Once you even got the idea of printing a design you were thinking of getting near your hip. So you stood in front of him while he was watching tv, raised your skirt and pressed the paper against the upper side of your thigh.

"How does it look?" you asked. "Do you like it?"

He has his lips parted, eyes focused on the ink that will soon decorate your flesh. He throws the remote somewhere, grabs your waist and pulls you close.

"Oh mami, you don't know in how much trouble you are."

After doing the obvious he drove you to the nearest 5-star (according to google) tattoo studio and paid for it himself.

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