#i was also excited because i think i’m finally getting back to form after 2 years of not playing because of covid

[roaringroa]

sprained my ankle right before a match i was really looking forward to playing 🙃🙃🙃🙃

#i play futsal btw #this match is gonna be against a team with a friend from high school #i was really excited about playing against her :/ #i was also excited because i think i’m finally getting back to form after 2 years of not playing because of covid #like not to toot my own horn but i played reeeally well last match #and i’ve been doing well at practice too #i was really mediocre the first half of the year #and even now it’s not like i’m a star player or anything #like i spend a good amount of the time at the bleachers #i’m saying i played really well with myself as the point of reference #but i do think i’m getting back to form #and my teammates and coach have been complimenting me too which is very nice :) #anyway i love futsal with all my heart #a shocking thing to say on tumblr but i’m kind of a jock #just a very loser jock #hence why i’m here #my post

[thesassypadawan]

Debriefing *part 1* (Knight Anakin x PadawanFemReader)

Summary: After a successful undercover mission, you want to properly thank General Skywalker…too bad he’s in a debriefing with your master. Oh, well, better keep quiet.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Blowjob and Ani’s big dick. Padawan reader is of age.

Notes: Hope you also enjoy part 2!

“Hello, Anakin. I take it since I’m hearing from you that the undercover mission was a success?”

“You would be correct, master. We were able to…”

You had the thought earlier today. It was exciting and thrilling…naughty and oh so very wrong. The type you really shouldn’t act on, but the desire burns so brightly that it can’t be ignored. So, when you heard the voices coming from the next room, you knew the perfect opportunity had finally arisen.

With your mind set and your wits about you, you discreetly slipped inside…making sure to stay out of holo Obi-Wan’s view.

The moment Anakin locked eyes with you he knew something was up. The mischievous expression you wore practically said it all.

“And how was my padawan? I hope she wasn’t too much trouble for you,”, your master asked jokingly.

“Actually, she…” Anakin began to say, but trailed off as he saw you shake your head and press a finger to your lips.

‘I’m not even here.’ You sent through your newly formed bond.

Ani shot you a leery look, but decided to play along. “Was no trouble at all, perfect, little angel,” he replied with a small smirk.

“Excellent. Now about the…”

Tuning out the remainder of the conversation, you eased yourself down onto all fours…crawling underneath the console he was seated at.

It was now or never. Burying your face into his crotch, you breathed in his heavenly scent. A mix of cinnamon and musk, that made your skin grow hot and excitement build between your legs.

Instantly you could feel Anakin stiffen up, and in more ways than one. ‘Angel, what do you think you’re-’

You gave him a small nip. ‘Showing my appreciation for a job well done. Enjoy and, remember, I’m not even here.’

Thinking he would be furious; you were surprised when Ani pulled down his pants. Just enough to free his thick, hard cock. ‘Fine, but you better not make a sound…or else you’ll get it later.’

You tried your best to stifle a moan at the sight of it. ‘Yes, general.’

Happily, you dove in. Running your tongue up and down his thighs, you gave the sensitive skin a gentle bite here and there. A low hiss could be heard in the back of your mind.

Slowly and torturously, you kissed your way up from the base of his shaft. Giving his red, hot tip a few teasing licks when you reached the top. The sounds of his groans flooding the bond.

Smiling, you lazily sucked on his head. Before taking into your mouth as much of his impressive length as you possibly could. Trying your very best not to gag, you bobbed your head up and down. Loving the noises that filled your head.

You felt his organic hand come to rest on the back of your neck, fingers lacing through your hair. ‘Come on, little one; I know you can do better than that.’ And pushed himself the rest of the way in.

This time you gagged slightly as he thrust in and out. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

‘Feel so good, sweetheart. So perfect.’

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You forced yourself to remain still for him as he picked up speed. How you loved the delicious burn.

‘That’s it. That’s, my good girl.’

When you thought he was nearing his end, Ani abruptly pulled out. Leaving you breathless and disappointed.

You heard the sound of Obi-Wan still talking above you. “Well, when she awakes; please, give her my regards. May the force be with you both.”

The transmission must have ended after that because a heavy silence now filled the air. You broke it with a small whimper of protest. He answered by sliding his hand from your neck to your aching cunt.

Cupping it firmly, you half expected Anakin to push your panties to the side and begin running his long fingers between your folds. Instead, with a quick jerk of his arm and the scrapping of his chair, he dragged you out by it alone.

Whimpering, you gazed up at him with wide eyes. Had you done something bad? Had you made some kind of noise without knowing? All you wanted was his cum. All you needed was his dick. Didn’t matter where, just give it to you.

“You’re not in trouble, hatari,” he cooed lovingly, while tightening his grip. “If I’m going to cum, then it’s going to be in that sweet little pussy of yours. Understand?”

You nodded weakly, pathetically grinding against his palm.

Ani flashed you a dazzling smile. “Now be a good padawan and go wait in my quarters. I have something I need to finish. I promise to be quick.”

Pulling you effortlessly to your feet, he growled low into your ear. “Just don’t have too much fun without me.” He then gave your now soaking cunt one last hard squeeze and sent you on your way.

He waited a moment, making sure you were out of sight, before turning his attention back to the extremely stunned looking Obi-Wan.

“And may the force be with you too, master,” Anakin said smugly. “Skywalker out.”

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin smut #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars prequels #star wars smut #smut #smutty fanfiction #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen fanfiction #hayden christensen smut

[thatsdemko]

fuck valentine pt 2 - j.hughes

part 1

masterlist

v-day collection

a/n: y’all know the drill on the pairings and such lets just skip to the warnings! I paired two ideas together that were given to me for this!

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of oral + mentions of nudity + mentions of choking/suffocation

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

there’s not a word in the world that could describe how he was feeling. the past couple of days had been agonizing and torture. every day you seemed to come up with a new way of killing him. he was pretty sure he was not going to make it by Saturday.

but somehow? he did. the game was a breeze and he was thankful to finally be home, and you couldn’t have been more excited to finally be underneath him.he couldn’t wait for his drive for passionate and rough sex to be gone.

you heard the sound of the key being inserted in the door and the lock unlatched. a smirk that you just couldn’t hide formed onto your lips looking over at no one other than his mom. she hadn’t seen her son in so long, she was beyond excited to surprise him.

“I’m home! where are you?” jack peaked into the bedroom door that was left cracked open. he saw nothing but a hint of something red displayed on the bed. it took everything in him to ignore it and go find you.

“living room!” you called back hearing his hurried steps coming only to be greeted by his mother standing there, arms open.

his eyes went wide at the sight of her. sure, he was shocked and happy to see her, but there was something on his mind he’d been needing to get off since Tuesday. “mom! what are you doing here?”

“y/n said you were having a hard time so I figured I’d come see you!”

it was partially true. he wasn’t performing well on the ice—all because of you—so when you got the concerning call from Ellen you knew this was one more trick up your sleeve before he could finally get you in bed.

he glared at you while in his mothers tight embrace. you just smiled back giving him a little wave from the couch. it was fun to see him squirm in person. you could only picture how tough it was for him on the road.

Ellen left to go unpack her things in the guest bedroom leaving you two alone for the first time. jack stood there with the inability to move. you could see how hard he was through his grey sweatpants.

“so happy to see you—all of you actually.” you couldn’t stop smiling. after all the many days away you were touch starved of his aggressive hands and his body. but he would have to wait just a little longer.

he watched you get up, making your way over to where he was standing. he inhaled, your perfume that he ever so missed the smell of. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“save that talk for the bedroom.” you winked, “oh and by the way, I’ve got nothing on underneath just to make it easier for you.”

—

by the time dinner was finished and Ellen was getting ready for bed, jack was antsy. you could see him squirming out of the corner of your eye all night. he couldn’t stand knowing you had nothing on and the red lace in the bedroom had yet to be worn by you.

you were in the bedroom getting ready for bed yourself when you felt a pair of hands slip under your shirt and touch your breasts, “so when do I get you alone in red lace? I’ve been impatiently waiting.” you could feel his body press against yours from behind you. your butt touching his bulge that hadn’t gone away since Tuesday.

“I was thinking tomorrow, I’m kind of tired.” you said sarcastically, removing his hands from where they were, you turned around to face him, “the lace was expensive, I don’t know if you’ve earned it.”

he scoffed at your words, “I’ve waited since Tuesday, I’ve earned it.”

looking up at him you couldn’t say no. you would be denying it yourself that it’s also been torture for you. every night you went to bed just wanting his hands to choke you. it was a wet dream.

you got on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his lips, “well do what you said. fuck me into oblivion.” before you could even think, you were on the bed and his hands were tugging at the shirt that you were wearing. it was a sight to see with how quick he was moving to get everything off.

“eager much—“

he cut you off with a hard passionate kiss, “shut up.” his lips trailed down your neck, sucking hard at certain places. his hands roamed anywhere and everywhere. he missed your body. it was no fun to try and picture it every night while trying to jerk off.

he finally made his way to your breast, his tongue swiped all across your nipple causing your back to arch and a gasp to escape. he was going to hit every spot he could like it was his last meal.

“I need you in me now, Jack.” you breathed out, your fingers were digging into his scalp at this point trying not to come too early. anything and everything was making you, embarrassingly, wet.

“you gotta wait, pretty girl.” his tongue found the folds of your pussy sucking at every part. he couldn’t believe how wet you were for him. he was going to get every part of you. that being said, when he was finally ready he pushed your legs further apart for him to enter. every part of you ached for him to be inside of you.

“don’t start slow.” you smirked feeling his hand cover your mouth, following your instructions your head slammed against the headboard a couple of times at how rough he was going. you couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t mind.

“all fours, now.” he growled and you didn’t hesitate at his demands. you quickly turned around and you could feel his cold hands on your ass before inserting himself once more. he had a hard grip on your hips guiding your body the way he wanted it. you could hear the soft groans coming from jacks mouth, he wasn’t going to stop until one of you was out of breath from this.

you could feel he was deep, each stroke becoming hard and faster to the point that your arms began to shake trying to keep yourself up right. it was a task you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep up with. it wasn’t long until he found your clit and every ache and joy in your body was expressed in loudest moan you’ve ever given him.

“you like that?” he smirked, he did just that one more time and you were sure to come by now. but jack wasn’t there just yet. he had a few more tricks up his sleeve to finish before that. his hands were tighter now around your waist and this when you knew it was his finale. he went deep with long strokes that turned into shorter and faster ones, your legs were practically shaking trying to keep yourself up.

you could barely get the words out before you felt yourself coming. “I-I can’t—“

“I’m almost done.” he cut you off, the squeaking of bed you were sure was enough to wake up his poor mother, who was two doors down. you couldn’t handle the thought of morning conversation tomorrow, but right now? you were waiting for Jack to give the words. it was getting hard to hold off.

you were sure you were going to explode when he finally told you to come, and when you did he was right there to clean up the mess with his mouth. finally done, you were so sore that collapsing onto the bed hurt. you slowly turned around to face your boyfriend who was dripping in sweat with a smile on his face.

“feel better now?”

“never fuck with me on Valentine’s Day.”

#hockey imagines #hockey #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #hockey smut #hockey fic #hockey blurb #nhl fic #nhl #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #new jersey devils #New Jersey devils imagine

[bivwifeybunny]

I here by request Foolish fluff that can allude to smut!

Maybe reader has a headache and Foolish ends stream early to comfort her and she starts feeling better and then things lead into the bedroom..

(Also may I have permission to write the smut part? Like you put out the fluff and then I give the part 2 that’s smut 👀)

My Special Girl

Pairing(s): Foolish x reader

Warning(s): Cursing, alluded smut (actual smut in the part 2 hehehe 🤭), mostly just fluff tho

A/N: RAHHH I'm finally posting a fic after.... uhhh idk but a LONG time. haha... yeah sorry about that. but HEY it's a foolish fic and that's something new. shrimpy here convinced me to start writing for him (it wasn't hard since i cant say no to shrimpy lmao) but yeah, this is a little collab I did with her. so as said in the ask, she wrote part 2 with the actual smut. I loved writing this and working with her honestly. she helped with a couple questions I had and was really patient with me (i took 11 days to finish this lol rip) so would def do again. also my first collab? im so excited for y'all to read this. anyways this is getting long, enjoy and the link for part two is at the end.

You already felt it coming on. The tension building behind your eyes and the strain forming at your temples. But you’d be cruel to deny him when he looked at you with that cute pout. So you walked off, popped an ibuprofen and came back, sitting next to him as you watched him play some Minecraft.

However, the ibuprofen was definitely not enough. Thanks to his bright ass lights, the less than cozy screaming and yelling, and the eye strain from staring at the monitors, your headache began to worsen.

“I thought Minecraft was supposed to be a relaxing game.” You groaned, eyes squinted as you struggled to keep up with the pvp he was doing.

“Maybe it could be, if Richarlyson wasn’t being such a little bITCH!” Foolish screamed, resulting in another wince from you. His fingers darted around, clicking away as he chased after the little pixelated egg.

And then came the barking.

The back and forth, screaming, barking, with the added touch of his way too bright lights and the blue light from the monitors made you groan again. You leaned your head down, your hand covering your eyes, trying to find some relief. He was so excited to show you his progress on the titan, and you promised you’d at least stay long enough to see it, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could take this.

Luckily though, most of the screaming and barking stopped when Richas made a strategic retreat and teleported away. So you were able to look back at the monitor when he called your name.

“Okay, finally. Alright, alright, look.” Foolish grinned as he warped over to his titan build and began to glide over to it. “Now, I’m obviously not completely done but I’m so close, and I only really have- No, no, nO, NO!” He whined as a creeper dropped down next to him and exploded, ruining a part of the hand.

And unfortunately for you, that note struck the wrong cord and the pounding in your head grew past your limit. “Foolish, I’m gonna go lay down, okay?” You whispered, not only because of the throbbing in your head but also so his chat wouldn’t hear. You hurried off screen, heading back into his bedroom and crawling into bed after ensuring all the lights were off. You tossed the blankets over your head and buried your face into the cool pillow, hoping it’d ease the pain.

Meanwhile, as soon as you left, the doozers were all spamming things like “what happened to ___?”, “i dont think they were feeling well”, “they had their head down earlier”, “are they okay?” and so on.

Foolish, however, didn’t even glance at chat as he hurried off of Minecraft. “I think I’m gonna call it a day, guys. Sorry this was a shorter stream than usual.” He apologized for his 3 hour stream before quickly ending.

As soon as he was sure he ended, he rushed over to his room. He frowned at the dark room and the faint outline of your body curled up under the blankets. “Baby?” He called out quietly, climbing onto the bed next to you. He leaned over, propped up on his elbow and gently drew back the blankets. “What’s wrong?”

“Head hurts.” You muttered, eyes still shut tightly, jaw clenched.

“Aw, I’m sorry, honey.” He whispered softly, turning you to face him before rubbing his thumbs over your eyebrows, a silent instruction to relax from your tense position. “Should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have asked you to come on stream if I’d known you weren’t feeling good. Did you take anything to help it?”

“Just ibuprofen but’s not working.” You answered, leaning into his touch with a soft sigh, making him smile.

“Well, here. Why don't we try a bit of this?” Foolish mumbled, pulling you on top of him. “Where does it hurt?” He asked, to which you muttered, “My temples ‘nd behind my eyes,” snuggling into his warmth. He nodded, moving his hands to your head and beginning to massage your temples gently, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You sighed in relief, relaxing your stiff position even more as he rubbed away all the tension, humming in a soothing, soft tone. You stayed like that for a while, letting Foolish work his magic while you cuddled him close.

After a little while he kissed your head again and moved his hands away, hugging you instead. “Feel any better?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” He smiled softly. “And I hope you know I’m going to absolutely clowned on by chat tomorrow and it’s all your fault.” He teased with a playful smirk.

“I say it’s worth it. They already get to spend way too much time with you as is. It’s about time I stole you away from them for a little while.” You laughed, lifting your head to look up at him before smirking. “But if you really want me to make it up to you, I have an idea in mind I’m sure you’d like.”

“Oh ho ho ho.” Foolish giggled excitedly, meeting you halfway when you leaned up to kiss him. “Don’t mind if I do…” He smirked into the kiss, flipping you over. “But since my baby was hurting, why don’t you let me take care of you?”

Part 2 :D by @mentallyillcrustacean

Taglist: @jordyncandy @foxilia @lacunaanonymoused @remiwastaken

Foolish taglist: none yet :)

#wifey: foolish <3 #foolish x reader #foolish x reader fluff #wifey's moots <3 #shrimpy <3

[delta-piscium]

part 2 | this is part two to this from Steve's perspective leading up to and including part one | cw unresolved angst [unfinished/for now not being worked on]

31 days until moving day.

Steve burst through the door to Family Video, swinging it open with way too much force. 

Robin jumps and opens her mouth, probably to tell him off for scaring her but he speaks before she gets the chance. 

“Eddie asked me to move to Chicago with him,” he blurts out, “Robin, he asked me to go with him.” 

Her eyes widen, “what did you say?” 

“That I’d go, of course,” he huffs. Like it’s even a question? like not going was ever an option?

Robin jumps over the counter squealing and hugs him so tight breathing becomes a little bit hard. 

“I’m moving away with Eddie,” he whispers into her hair, awed as he hugs her back. She somehow squeezes him even tighter and they stay like that for a minute until they have to actually do their jobs. 

An hour passes and Robin keeps shooting him contemplative looks.

“What?” He finally snaps after getting tired of waiting for her to say what she wants to say herself. 

She jumps again like she didn’t realize how obvious she was being, which honestly, she probably didn’t.

“Nothing, nothing.” 

“Robin,” he whines.

“Okay, just,” she scrunches her face up a bit and Steve knows that face, she’s trying to figure out how to say something to him she thinks he’ll react badly to. 

He narrows his eyes at her, bracing himself, “yes?” 

“I think you and Eddie are great together, and like I love you both and I am excited for you guys. You know that right?”

Steve nods, doesn’t say anything though, wants her to get to the point.

“I’m just also, maybe, a little bit worried.”

Steve’s eyebrows draw together, “what do you mean?” 

Robin is looking around nervously. Something heavy starts to form in Steve’s stomach. 

“You haven’t been together for very long and this is a big step. I just don’t wanna see either of you get hurt you know? I guess I’m just wondering if you’ve talked it all through? Because both of you have a tendency to jump into things without thought.”

They haven’t talked it through, not really. Eddie asked Steve to move, he said yes and that was pretty much it. It didn’t feel like they needed to talk it through though? Did they? Usually, they just dealt with things as they became relevant, that had worked for them so far. 

Robin must see something on his face because she quickly talks again, backtracking and interrupting his thoughts. 

“Not that I don’t think it will be great, you know I just worry about things a lot. This is my anxiety talking. You know what, ignore everything I just said. You two know what you’re doing.” 

He doesn’t want her to know she’s already put doubts in his head so even though he’s starting to freak out a little he smiles and shakes his head. 

“It’s fine Rob, I’m sure we will talk more with time.” 

22 days until moving day.

Steve meant it when he said he and Eddie would talk. Meant to ask about the logistics, meant to make sure they were on the same page, he really did. But every time the move comes up Eddie just seems so sure about it already. Steve doesn’t want to make him think he’s having second thoughts. Thinks maybe it’s better to not say anything, to wait and let it come up naturally. 

He thinks maybe they’ll talk about it tonight. The kids had joked about them all evening, about how fast they were moving.

Mike had made some snarky comment about them moving to a city where they knew no one and how awkward it would be if they crashed and burned and they’d have to share a bedroom. 

Eddie had laughed, said it was good they weren’t gonna crash and burn then. But, he’d also added that his band was also going so actually he would know people. 

It was just jokes, Steve knew that. That didn’t make it any less true though. Steve wouldn’t have anyone except Eddie, sure he liked the guys in his band but they weren’t his friends. Steve would have Eddie and Eddie would have his band. It suddenly seemed like a big deal.

He expects Eddie to also feel it, to get worried and bring it up but he doesn’t. If he is worried he isn’t saying anything, just like Steve isn’t.

8 days until moving day.

There’s a knock on Steve's door and when he opens Gareth is standing there. Steve is a lot confused about it but lets him in. 

“Uh,” he starts a little unsure, “do you want anything to drink or?” He offers, mostly because he doesn’t know what else to say or do. 

Gareth shakes his head, looking about as uncomfortable as Steve feels. Shuffling around where he’s standing and fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. “No, I’m gonna leave again soon. I just came here to say something.” 

Steve gestures for him to speak, “I’m listening.” 

Gareth doesn’t immediately say anything, he shuffles some more and looks around the room before his eyes land on Steve again, a determined look in them. 

“Look, I like you. I know Eddie loves you.”

Steve can’t help but smile a little at that, even though he’s starting to suspect he’s in for a shovel talk. 

“And like, I probably wouldn’t do this if it weren’t for the fact that you haven’t dated for very long at all and are about to move in together in a city four hours away.”Gareth pauses and waits to speak again until Steve nods, showing he’s listening. 

“Eddie does things without thinking. He doesn’t think about the consequences, not anything, just does. I love that about him, it’s the reason our band has gotten anywhere at all, but it also means that he gets hurt a lot, disappointed a lot. He can handle it with most things, he won’t be able to handle it with you.”

“What are you saying?” Steve asks even though he’s pretty sure he already knows. 

Gareth looks pained but continues, “I’m saying that if you aren’t one hundred percent sure about moving with him, if you have any doubts at all, you can’t go.”

Steve can’t suppress his flinch. He expected Gareth to say he needed to be sure, that if he wasn’t he needed to tell Eddie. He wasn’t expecting him to say he shouldn’t, no, couldn’t go. 

Gareth catches it and narrows his eyes, “I mean it Steve, it will break him more if you go, let him think it’s gonna work and then leave, then if you don’t go at all.” He steps closer to Steve, getting into his space. “So, if you’re not absolutely sure,” he pauses, steps even closer, “Do. Not. Go.” He punctuates every word and then he turns on his heel and leaves.

6 days until moving day.

Steve needs to talk with Eddie about it now, can’t ignore it anymore. He isn’t gonna just not go like Gareth told him to do. No, he’ll talk to Eddie and it will be fine. 

They’re in his bed together, laying next to each other. Skin touching skin and a comfortable silence between them. Now is as good a time as any. 

“Hey, Eddie?” 

“Mhh?” He hums, shifting slightly next to him. 

“What happens if something goes wrong when we move?” 

Eddie snorts, “what? Like if we get a flat wheel? I know how to change a wheel, sweetheart.” 

Steve smiles despite his nerves, tries to not imagine what Eddie would look like changing a wheel. 

“Good to know, but no, not quite what I meant.” 

Next to him, Eddie props himself up on his elbow so he can properly look at Steve. 

“What did you mean?” He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Steve’s ear as he speaks. Steve has to focus harder than he’d like to admit to not get lost in it. Even the smallest touches have an effect on him when it’s Eddie. 

“What if something happens with us?” His voice is small and he can’t look at Eddie, afraid of what his reaction might be. “Remember that thing Mike said about us not really knowing anyone there? Just, what would happen?” 

“Baby,” Eddie gently grabs Steve’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting his face towards him. Steve easily follows but closes his eyes. 

“Baby, please look at me,” Eddie’s voice is even softer than before, and Steve has always been weak when it comes to Eddie asking him to do things so he slowly blinks his eyes open.

“There you are,” he smiles, face open and tendrils of hair falling around it. He looks angelic and Steve almost forgets what they are talking about, too overwhelmed by the man next to him. 

Eddie keeps them on track though. 

“Like I told Mike, nothing will happen. We will be fine. But,” he continued before Steve can protest, “if something does, we both have jobs already, we’ve done this right. We will be able to save eventually. Quicker because we’re two people, paying rent and all that stuff on two salaries. If something happens we will have that security.” 

Steve relaxes then and Eddie must see it because he grins and continues, “now if you didn’t have a job then I’d be worried. I’m not cut out for all the responsibility of being the breadwinner, princess.”

Steve groans and shoves Eddie away. Mostly to hide the blush he can feel creeping up his face just from Eddie calling him princess. Judging by the way Eddie cackles he doesn’t have to see Steve blush to know the effect it has on him. 

He reaches out and pulls Steve in against his chest. “Worst case scenario we have to move back. Wayne will probably pretend to be unhappy about it but he’ll let me take over his trailer again. And, I know you have complicated feelings about this house, that your parents are the worst, but you’ll be able to come back if you need to.” 

“Okay,” Steve says, his worries mostly calmed. 

1 day until moving day. 

Steve and Eddie are spending the night apart. Eddie wanting to spend his last night with Wayne and both of them needing to do some last minute packing. 

Just as he finishes closing one of the last boxes the phone rings, he’s a bit confused about who would call him right now. His friends all having seen him earlier in the day to say goodbye. Maybe Eddie needs to double-check what time they decided to leave. 

He picks up but it’s not Eddie, or even one of the kids, who speaks.

“Steven,” his mother's shrill voice crackles on the other end of the line. 

“Hi mom,” he tries to hide his sigh as he speaks, doesn’t have the energy to get into anything with her right now, doesn’t want her to ruin his excitement. 

“I thought you were moving to Chicago alone?” 

His freezes, when he told his parents he was gonna move he didn’t say he was going alone but he also didn’t mention Eddie. He knew they wouldn’t like it, knew it would be easier to let them assume he was going by himself. 

“But I just got off a call with Mrs. Hagan and she told me that Tommy had said you were moving there with- with that cult boy? The one who’s wanted for murder?” 

Steve closes his eyes and this time he doesn’t bother hiding his sigh. Fucking Tommy, he’s always had a big mouth but Steve suspects that this hadn’t been him blabbering without thinking. No, Steve thinks Tommy knew exactly what he was doing telling his mom this piece of information. 

“His name is Eddie, and he was cleared of all charges. The ‘cult’ was literally just a school club.”

“So it’s true? You’re moving with him?” Her voice is sharp and even just hearing it over the phone makes him flinch.

“Yeah, we’re friends and it’s cheaper that way. We got a better apartment because we’re two people with a job each.” It’s such a simplification of the truth it’s almost a lie but Steve doesn’t think this is the time to come out to her. He hopes the ‘better apartment’ comment will calm her, it’s the sort of thing she cares about after all. Not for his safety and comfort though but for how it will reflect on her.

He’s not sure she actually hears him though because she hisses a vicious, “If you move with him you will not be welcome back Steven, this will be the last time we speak.” Before she hangs up on him. 

Steve carefully places the phone back in its cradle, then he’s left standing alone in the living room, both too shocked to move and not really shocked at all. 

He’s not close to his parents. Has slowly been understanding just how much they’ve neglected him. He’s been relieved about moving away, about being in another city where he won’t have to see them when they waltz back into town. But to never speak to them again? That’s a whole different thing. He still hoped that they’d be able to fix their relationship. That him not being dependent on them anymore would allow him to stand up for himself. That everything would get better. Now instead, the thing he thought would allow their relationship to get better is gonna destroy it forever. 

He debates calling Eddie, wants to tell him what his mom just said, wants to hear his voice, wants to let him make it better. He decides against it, he doesn’t wanna ruin Eddie’s last night with Wayne and he’ll see him tomorrow anyway. He can tell him in the car. 

He doesn’t call Robin either, she’ll insist on coming over and he knows she’s on a date with Nancy right now. He doesn’t wanna ruin that either, even though both of them will tell him he’s not, he knows he will be. He goes to bed instead, sleep seems like the best option right now, at least he won’t have to think if he’s asleep.

Moving day.

He ended up not really sleeping at all. Tossing and turning for hours and after finally falling asleep sometime in the early morning he wakes up just hours later from a nightmare. He doesn’t remember what it was about but can feel the lingering panic. He gives up on getting any more sleep, doesn’t wanna risk more nightmares when he’s alone.

He picks at his breakfast, still thrown off from the conversation with his mom the night before and not feeling like eating, so he gives up on that too. He spends the rest of the morning wandering around, touching the walls and the furniture in the house he grew up in. The house he’s been left alone in since he was nine. The house he both hates and loves. The house he will never be allowed to return to after today. 

Then the phone rings again, it’s probably his mom calling to ask if he’s decided to stay he thinks. It’s not, it turns out.

“Hi I’m Patricia, I’m looking for Steve Harrington?” A chipper voice says.

“This is him.”

“Okay well, good. I’m calling about a barista job you’re supposed to start with us next week.” 

“Yeah?” Steve chews on his cheek. 

“I’m so sorry but due to our rent being raised we’re having to do cutbacks. Since you haven’t signed your contract with us yet, it’s the first one to go.” 

“You’re firing me?” Steve asks, it’s not entirely right since he hasn’t started yet but it’s all he can think to say. 

“Essentially,” Patricia responds, “I’m sorry for the short notice.” 

“Okay,” he says, his voice void of emotion, “thank you for calling.” 

He hangs up without waiting for a response, he doesn’t have the energy to be polite. 

He barely has time to let the information sink in before his doorbell rings. Eddie on the other side of the door with a wide grin on his face. 

“Did you oversleep?” He jokes. 

Steve’s confused for a second but then he realizes he’s still in his pajamas, that he’s spent the whole morning wandering around like a ghost in his house not getting any of the things he needed to do done. 

He hasn’t packed the bag of all his essentials. He hasn’t gotten dressed. He hasn’t even brushed his teeth. What he has done is get fired from a job he never even started.

He sees Eddie’s teasing smile, the combination of it and his sudden joblessness tugs at something in his brain, brings back the conversation they had last week.

“Now, if you didn’t have a job then I’d be worried. I’m not cut out for all the responsibility of being the breadwinner princess.”

He doesn’t have a job. He’ll have to live off Eddie and what little savings he has left. Become a responsibility Eddie doesn’t want, a burden probably.

“Worst case scenario we move back”, “you’ll be able to come back if you need to.”

If he leaves now he won’t be able to come back. 

Gareths words play back in his mind too.

“if you have any doubts at all, you can’t go.”, “it will break him more if you go, let him think it’s gonna work and then leave, then if you don’t go at all.”

“I’m not going,” Steve hears himself say as he steps back from the hand Eddie reaches out to him. 

“You’re not-“ Eddie looks so confused. “Like today? Do you need extra time? We can postpone by a couple of days but-“

He’s not getting it. Steve interrupts him, needs to make him understand because he can’t listen to him try to come up with solutions. 

“No, Eddie. I’m not going it all.” 

The words feel wrong in his mouth but he forces them out anyways. 

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks and it fucking ruins him. He feels his carefully blank expression break, despair showing through. 

“I can’t leave Hawkins, the kids,” he has to look away from Eddie as he says this. Knows it’s the only thing Eddie won’t question, knows Eddie thinks he doesn’t mean as much to Steve as the kids do. “They need me.”

“When did you decide you weren’t going?” Eddie asks and Steve didn’t know it was possible but he breaks even more from that, from Eddie not fighting him. 

I didn’t, he thinks, I don’t know why I’m saying this now. If you ask me to stop and just go with you I will. 

“A couple of days ago,” he lies. 

It’s silent then, just their breathing and the distant sound of cars down the street being heard. Eventually, Eddie breaks it.

“Steve?”

His voice cracks in the middle. Steve can hear the plea for him to take it all back and he nearly does, has to swallow the words creeping up his throat before they get out. 

“I’m sorry,” he says instead. He turns around, closing the door behind him. Destroying their future and breaking the last bit of his heart in the process.

He doesn’t get more than two steps into the house before his legs give out beneath him. He stays there, sitting on the floor for what feels like forever. 

After some time he hears a car drive away and he knows Eddie has left. He feels silent tears start streaming down his face that soon turns into sobs. Making him curl in on himself and gasp for air. 

He doesn’t know how long he stays there, crying until he can’t anymore and then just sitting there. But after a while, he’s interrupted by a loud ringing. For the third time in less than twenty-four hours he picks up the god-forsaken phone. 

“Hello?” He rasps, his voice dull and raw from crying.

“Steven. You made the right decision and stayed I take it?” His mother asks.

“Yes.” He says and hangs up on her. 

#happy ending never got written but they end up happy and maybe on day i'll return to this and write it #once again i apologize for any typos mistakes in general etc I've read through it I swear #part one is like 800 words and this is over 3k idk what happened okay #actually i do i had to fit in more scenes #so uh yeah #there will still be a happy ending i promise but now you get where steve is coming from which is mainly a panic attack tbh #steve baby do not make big decisions while mid anxiety shut down #also talk to people <3 #eddie you know better than to reassure someone because you both have jobs? what are you doing??? #it's 5am i swear if this does not show up in the tags ill cry #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my writing #my post #steddie angst #dels steddie thoughts

[lilchibi-chan]

Jungkook x Secret Relationship Reader

You met Jungkook on the set of a video. You were the makeup artist and you mentioned to him that you were actually a fan and it was an honor to meet him and the rest of the group, as you had been following them for a very long time. He thanked you for your support and also asked about how long you’ve been a makeup artist and made other small talk. He was very polite, which you expected, but it was nice to know the way that you perceived him was true.

Whenever you touched up his make up, he would make eye contact with you or steal glances at you while filming. This made you a bit more shy around him because 1) he’s very handsome. Even if he wasn’t famous, you’d be a bit nervous. 2) he’s in one of the biggest music groups in the world right now. He could have anyone he wants and yet his attention has been on you the whole time.

At the end of the day, he asked for your Kakao Talk and messaged you from a secret account he had. From that day, you had been messaging everyday since. Over the course of six months, you got closer and closer. Until one day, he asked you to start dating him.

He came to your house late after recording, throwing pebbles at your window to get your attention. When you finally wake up to the small knocks, you head toward the window and look down to see him. He smiles once he see’s you’ve finally come to the window. You signal for him to go around to the back of your house and he listens.

“What are you doing here,” you whisper groggily, but happiness still makes it through

“I couldn’t sleep and I wanted to see you. I had to see you,” he says

“Why,” you ask,“are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” he laughs out,“I just wanted to ask you something.”

“What did you wanna ask me that couldn’t wait til morning,” you say laughing

“W-would you-would you go out with me,” he asks nervously

He bites his bottom lip, awaiting your answer.

You can’t believe what he just asked.

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You and Jungkook have been dating in secret for about a month now. It’s hard getting used to the long hours away, but he makes sure to check in on you as much as he can. Whether it be a call, text, whatever. He’ll send you good morning texts since he wakes up before you and sends encouraging messages along with it. As much as you would love to be open about the relationship, you know why it has to stay secret and you understand. Even in secret though, Jungkook finds ways to make you feel special.

He’ll send you small messages throughout the day when he has a chance, send flowers to your house under a different name and ask how you liked them. Even if he’s in the studio just playing around with music, he’ll FaceTime you or send you little videos.

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Today, Jungkook decided he wanted to take you out during the day. Some where, where you could just be a normal couple. An amusement park!

Since it’s early and there wouldn’t really be a crowd, he knew this was the perfect time to be with you in public. To those who don’t really know who he is, you two just look like young adults on a date and enjoying each other’s company.

“So what would you like to do first, love,” he asks you

You point over to a rollercoaster and he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

Butterflies start fluttering in your stomach and a smile spreads upon your lips. A blush forming on your cheeks.

You’ve held hands before, but this time it’s different. It’s outside. In the open. It’s normal.

It also isn’t permanent.

As you enter the line to board the rollercoaster, your mind drifts off to what some of ARMY would think if they knew about you. Wondered how it would effect Jungkook, how it would effect BTS as a whole. If he got hate because of you, you wouldn’t be able to bear it.

“You excited,” he asks, pulling you out of your thoughts

You realize the line has moved up and start to walk forward with him.

“Mhm,” you say facing him and giving a small smile

“You okay,” he asks, sending you were feeling a little off

You nod, unconvincingly, and give him a smile as you did before.

He decides to let it go for now and figured you would tell him when you’re ready.

After a couple more rides, you decide to get some food. You spot a table in the back and Jungkook goes to take a seat, facing away from the entrance, so when he took off his mask, no one would notice him.

As you’re ordering, you look over at Jungkook and notice two girls have approached him. You assume that they ask him for a picture when you see him stand up and pose with each of them.

They thank him and run off, excited that they got a picture with him.

You walk back over to the table and smile at him.

“You know they’re gonna post those later right,” you ask, laughter in your voice

“Yeah, but it’s makes them happy and I’m thankful to have them as our fans,” he says, pride filling his smile

You smile at how happy he is and then a bout of sadness builds in your chest.

“Jungkook,” you say, looking down and fumbling with your fingers

“I-if they were to find out about us, would they uh…would they like me,” you ask, tears brimming your eyes

He grabs your hands and holds them. Caressing your knuckles to help calm you.

“I think they would want me to be happy and I’m happy with you and that’s all that matters. No one can change how I feel about you,” he says

You look up from your hands, tears still threatening to fall.

He smiles at you and wipes a tear that managed to escape.

“Come on, let’s go. I’ll take you home and we can cuddle and watch some movies,” he says, reaching a hand out to help you up.

When you finally make it home, you go to your room to change while Jungkook put out a blanket, got some snacks and put Netflix on.

You can back out to a full spread and as he promised, you watched movies until it was time for him to go home.

He gave you a kiss on your forehead and went down to his van where the driver was waiting.

You decide to clean up and then head to bed. Even though today was long and a bit emotional, you had fun. Jungkook always knew how to make you feel better.

I have an idea for a part 2 of this story, so if you guys want it just lmk!!!! I hope you enjoyed!!! Thanks for reading 💘

#bts #bts headcanons #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook #kookie #jungkookie #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jungkook headcanons #jeon jungkook headcanon #secret relationship #idol x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

daredevil fam x teen!intern!reader [pt. 1]

CLICK HERE FOR PT. 2

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.5k

request: yes / no

original request: DYING over your matt post– i'm a sucker for casual family hcs with teen readers, it's always the cutest !! could i request something similar like the whole team (nelson, murdock, & page) taking care of an intern? just a teen who usually takes care of filing ends up wandering into the whole found family dynamic they have set up? thanks !

dynamic: daredevil fam (nelson murdock & page) x teen!intern!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page

a/n: hiii tysm for this request!!! i love found family hc's too -- especially with daredevil bc i feel like i haven't seen many :( if y'all ever have more daredevil requests like this i would be more than happy to write them!!

taglist: @nutellani @thecloudedmind

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your school had an internship program.

basically, during the last few weeks of the year, everyone in your grade was matched up with a company to go be interns!

and sometimes that led to summer jobs which was cool

anyways so you were pretty excited

you had been looking forward to getting your assignment for a while now.

you had told the people who assigned the internships that you were interested in law, and you were holding out for a good assignment

but you were kind of worried because a lot of people were interested in law as well

so finally the day came

and you were confused to see someplace called “nelson, murdock, and page” listed there

like who the heck were these people

even worse, a couple of the really egocentric & mean kids got internships at landman & zack.

LANDMAN & ZACK

and they were really rubbing it in.

“y/n, where did you get assigned?”

“uh.. nelson, murdock, and page.”

“huh, never heard of them. i got assigned to landman and zack!!! aren’t you happy for me?”

blech

anyway the first day that you were supposed to go came finally

the one upside to being assigned to nelson, murdock, and page was that it was fairly close to where you lived

like only a block or two!!

you honestly weren’t sure what to bring so you kind of overpacked

well not crazy but still

you probably wouldn’t need three packs of pencils AND two staplers

but hey, this was new york! anything could happen.

you took a deep breath as you walked in, and as you approached the door, you could hear what sounded like an argument inside.

“listen karen, i’m not gonna take it anymore! the shamrock shake is gross!!”

btw i agree with that statement not that it’s relevant but still its nasty spearmint is blech

oop back to what i was writing

“foggy, you’re wrong. it’s what really makes spring for me!!”

“hey, you two. there’s someone outside.”

and just like that, the two who were arguing turned to face the door. 

you gave a sheepish wave, embarrassed that you hadn’t just walked in.

“aw, no way!! are you the intern? uhm… your name… uh..” said the shamrock shake hater

“y/n.” said another man, the peacekeeper, it seemed. 

you had remembered the internship assigner telling you one of the lawyers was blind

and judging by the red glasses, this was the one.

“yeah, that’s me. you must be murdock… i think.”

“call me matt.” he said, extending a hand for you to shake.

then the woman, (shamrock shake lover), also extended her hand.

“i’m karen. it’ll be nice to have someone new around here!!”

“yeah”, said the shamrock shake hater, “nice to have someone to do all the filing!”

“oh.. filing?” you asked, brow furrowing. 

you could feel yourself deflating a little bit.

“don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of interesting stuff for you to do y/n.” matt spoke, a small smile on his face.

“foggy, how about you show them how to do it?” karen said right after, pointing at shamrock shake hater.

foggy, now.

“aw, karen!! you know i’m no good at filing!!”

“that’s a lie. you just pretend to be bad at it to get out of doing it.” karen replied, and matt nodded.

a big dramatic sigh from foggy

“al-RIGHT, al-RIGHT! jeez. c’mon y/n. seems like we have work to do!!”

you couldn’t help but laugh bc these people were ridiculous

in a good way

at least for now!

turns out foggy WAS good at filing

and apparently you were too!!

he made a game out of it to see who could unlock the cabinet & put the folder in the right spot first

and not to brag, but you always won :) 

he even bet his lunch that you couldn’t beat his time!

“don’t mess with them, foggy. i think they’ve shown they can run circles around you.” karen laughed as he challenged you

and yet he still did it!!!

and you won!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!

so you had a delicious sandwich & chips for lunch courtesy of foggy nelson :D 

the rest of the day was pretty nice too

like most of it was filing but matt told you about some of the cases they were working on

and karen was so sweet like y’all were gossiping fr

she told you about all the crazy stuff that happened at the firm

and honestly, you were so glad you had been assigned to this firm

because were the people at landman & zack having this much fun???

no i don’t think so!!!

plus it helped that they all hated landman and zack too

foggy told you all about how stuffy and uptight everyone was there

so it was kind of a relief!

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I HAD TO DO THIS IN TWO PARTS SO HERE'S THE SECOND ONE

CLICK THIS FOR PT. 2

#daredevil #nmcu daredevil #nmcu headcanons #matt murdock x teen!reader #foggy nelson x teen!reader #karen page x teen!reader #nelson murdock and page #nelson and murdock #matt murdock #karen page #foggy nelson #marvel #mcu #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons

[coffeeandbatboys]

Eyes and Ears part 3 Final (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

A/N: Ladies and Gentleman hold on to your butts for the conclusion of this series. It's gonna be happy, then sad, then intense, and so on. Please read the warnings because there's some heavy topics in here.

Summary: You and Matt have finally adjusted to your new situation, and something good happens. But its just your luck as terrible things send you spiraling out into insanity.

Warnings: angst, blood, pregnancy, miscarriage, depression, and near-suicide.

'Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you' Fix You \ Coldplay

You didn’t need to hear the window to know that Matt was home. A cold draft brushed against your back, letting you know it was open. A faint thud could be heard, though, and you turned to find him getting up off the floor. You reached over to grab your hearing aids, pushing them in sleepily.

“Sorry sweetheart. Didn’t mean to wake you up.” He crooned, leaning over the bed to press a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re fine. I was awake anyway.” You yawned, accidentally revealing that, in fact, you hadn’t slept at all. He made a face that you recognized in the dim moonlight, a face that could only be described as disapproval, before turning to get changed. He stopped though, lifting his head to hone in on something.

“Is there someone else here?” He asked.

Why would he think that? “No? Just us.”

“I hear another heartbeat…softer, but it’s there.” He followed the sound, hovering over you. That’s when he froze, took a shuddering breath, and passed out.

Claire confirmed it the next morning. A Mini-Murdock was on the way.

A few days later, you awoke to the warm sunlight streaming through the window. Stretching, you thought about becoming a mother, and excitement welled up in your chest. Looking at your phone, you saw a text from Matt.

“Hi love. Decided to let you sleep. I’m at work.”

Making your way to the bathroom, you suddenly realized that something was wrong. You were horrified to realize that you were bleeding.

“I was doing fine until-until this morning and then there was all this…blood.” You choked, pouring your heart out to Claire, who was sympathetically running some tests on you.

And Claire, the woman who confirmed you were pregnant, also confirmed that you'd had a miscarriage.

Bursting through the doors of Nelson & Murdock, you quickly found your Husband. You tried not to cry. Not here. Before you knew it you were standing in front of his desk. His face twisted into concern as you tried to break the silence between you. “Sweetheart-“ He knew. He couldn't find the other heartbeat.

“Matt. I-I….I lost the baby.”

There was no stopping the tears from falling now, as he stood up, rounded the desk and caught you in his arms. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. Words couldn't form in his head. You wanted him to say something, know that he wasn't mad.

But no words came.

After two weeks, you'd completely shut yourself off from the outside world, even your own husband. You rarely spoke to him, and as far as you knew he never said anything to you. But that wasn't the case. He'd pleaded with you to talk to him, to say something. And you never did.

One day you couldn't take it any more. You grabbed your phone and wrote your last text to Matt.

I'm so sorry. I can't live with myself, Matt. I can't live knowing that you hate me now. I love you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

You hit send.

His heart stopped when he heard the text read aloud to him.

Without a word, he sprinted back to the apartment, where he heard your heartbeat.

He heard your heartbeat on the roof.

He prayed that he'd make it on time, that he could convince you to stay. That you'd be alive.

You heard his footsteps shuffling behind you.

"Baby please-"

"Matthew, don't. Just don't. I didn't just loose my child, I lost your child. I can't forgive myself for that."

"Sweetheart it wasn't your fault. And you don't need to forgive yourself. I forgive you. But for the love of God, please don't do this. What happened to eyes and ears? I need my eyes. I need you. I love you, and that will never change. You could have a hundred children or no children at all and I'd still love you. But if you died I wouldn't be able to take it. So I'm pleading with you. Stay with me."

You shied away as he reached for your face, knowing that if you let him hold it, you'd never want him to let go.

"Say something baby. Say something, please!" He cried.

"Okay." You choked, voice small and timid. "I'll stay."

He let go of the breath he was holding and pulled you tightly into his chest as the two of you moved away from the ledge. You could barely breathe, mostly due to the way your husband was holding you. He was crying by the time you made it back to the apartment, but then again so were you.

"Don't ever do that to me again." He said, voice still incredibly shaky.

"Then help me come back. Help me come back to normal." You breathed.

"Let's start here. I," He leaned forward and kissed you on the forehead. "Love," he kissed you on the nose. "You."

Your lips melted against his, relishing in the feeling, as you hadn't felt it since you had shut everyone out.

"I love you too, Matt. I'll be your eyes."

"And I'll be your ears."

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*Screams in Sebastian Stan* aAAaaAAaagh

It's over! I am sad, but I am not sad D:

#matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #marvel #Angst #Husband x Wife #reader insert #miscarriage

[kaminocasey]

Loverboy Part 3

Summary: You find something out about someone in the Batch. Then, you have to make a tough decision. Pairing: Echo x Sith!Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sexual Situation, Angst WC: 2.2K A/N: Dedicating this chapter to @rain-on-kamino bc her love of Echo inspires me <3 I'm really excited to write the next chapter of this story! Also, it kept messing up on mobile so I had to do this from my laptop and now it's showing up in black for some reason so if you want to read it on my AO3 if it's easier, HERE is the link. Sorry tumblr is being wacky today. EDIT: I fixed the fucking color of the font but now it wont let me post the first paragraph of the fic lmao. I'm fucking done with this site today.

Part 2

Echo spends the next few weeks visiting you at your place, much to the distaste and distrust of his brothers. They comm him constantly and make sure you aren’t doing something to him. 

If only they knew the things you do to him. 

The morning light shines through your living room curtains as you realize you and Echo fell asleep on the sofa last night after your… activities. He’s got his head resting on his flesh arm with his scomp arm protectively holding you between him and the couch as your head rests on his chest and your legs are entangled with his mechanical ones. You’ve gotten used to his mechanical limbs and find comfort in them at this point. Before you can wake him up, you hear a loud, almost angry, knock on your door. 

Echo stirs slightly and you quietly slink over him onto the floor, throwing on his long sleeve black shirt and pad over to the door. When you open it, Hunter and Tech barge in, quickly looking around.

“Where is he?” Hunter demands.

“Excuse me?” You ask him, crossing your arms, realizing you’re still not wearing pants, nor underwear. 

Hunter notices it too, immediately, and tries to look elsewhere. Echo finally wakes up, sitting up straight, looking drowsy. 

“Hunter? Tech? What are you guys doing here?” He rubs his eyes, standing up.

Unfortunately, at the same time that he stands up, he realizes he’s also not wearing pants. Flustered and angry, he pulls the blanket up around his waist.

“You did not come back this morning.” Tech informs him.

“We assumed the worst.” Hunter tells him, almost apologetically?

“That’s because you can’t stop thinking the worst of me.” You fire back at him.

“I wonder why.” Tech looks down at his holopad. 

“Well, now you know I’m fine.” Echo opens the door for them. “I’ll be down in a few.” 

Hunter and Tech give you one last glance before walking out the door to wait for Echo. He closes the door behind them and then looks at you, apologetically. It doesn’t matter though. They’re never going to like you or trust you. 

“I’m sorry about them.” He murmurs, coming to you, wrapping you in his arms.

“Echo… they look at me and see only one thing.” You pull yourself out of his arms and to your bedroom so you can get ready for the day.

It’s true. They’ll never stop seeing you as a Sith… a threat. You understand why, of course. You’ve done some pretty questionable things in the name of the Sith. But that’s not you anymore. Hell, you’ve never even killed anyone. Except Wat Tambor. But that doesn’t count. He deserved it. Sure, it was revenge… but after what he did to Echo… That rolling slug fuck deserved. Also, there was the assassination attempt of Palpatine but that definitely doesn’t count, seeing as how that asshole turned out to be the worst Sith of them all.

“I’ve been trying to get them to come around.” Echo follows you to the bedroom. “You guys got off on the wrong foot that day at Cid’s…” 

“They shot at me first.” You peel off Echo’s shirt and stand there naked, looking for something to wear in your closet.

He chuckles, leaning in the doorway. “I know they did.”

You look at Echo as he eyes your naked form. Maker, he’s so pretty… 

He drops the blanket, letting it pool around his feet, revealing his hardened length twitching with want for you. You swallow. 

“No. You’re not going to distract me with… that.” You point at his member, standing at attention for you now.

He walks to you, towering over you, smiling down at you, still sleepy. 

“Stop it.” You try to keep your eyes trained on his so you don’t look elsewhere.

“You really want me to stop?” He smirks.

No, you really don’t and he knows it. “Your brothers are waiting for you.”

“Guess we better be quick, then.” He shrugs, taking your hand and letting you guide it to his erect length.

You smile up at him as you sink to your knees in front of your lover, feeling yourself go warm under his stare. No one had ever treated you with such kindness before… such love. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it.

After Echo leaves, you get a much needed shower and get ready for the day since you have a few errands that you need to run. You make a quick cup of caf and some toast to go and then head out. 

On your way through the markets, you immediately recognize Wrecker and Omega as they look at all the vendors in the market. Especially since Wrecker stands about two feet above everyone walking by. Your brain is telling you to go the other way. The last thing you needed was for Hunter to see and think you set this up. But on the other hand, the shop next to it had all the cleaning supplies you needed… 

Going to move your mask down over your face, like you would normally do, you realize you left it at home… You’ve not worn it since that day at Cid’s and you don’t wear it when you and Echo go out at night. Honestly, you don’t know why you still have it. Other than maybe avoiding awkward situations like this…

You start to walk by them, trying to be inconspicuous, but Omega turns around and smiles up at you, as if she could possibly sense you-

Oh…

Of course it would turn out this way… 

You feel it coursing through her, flowing through her and around her.

Omega is force sensitive. 

It all makes sense now… Why she smiled at you, knowing you weren’t a threat that day in Cid’s. She knows you’re not a threat now. 

Do they know what she is? 

“Hi.” She grins up at you.

Wrecker looks at you and then pulls Omega closer to him.

“H-hello…” You murmur, trying to at least look a little friendlier.

“We haven’t been introduced. I’m Omega.” She holds her hand out to you. 

You look up at Wrecker who, like you said, towers at least two feet over you, for permission before touching the kid. The last thing you needed was to set off this 260 pound giant. 

He looks down at Omega and then his look softens as he nods to you. You reach out and shake her hand.

“This is Wrecker.” She nods behind her. “I’m glad to finally meet you. Hunter wouldn’t let me.” 

“I’m glad to meet you also.” You smile softly at the kid, understanding why Echo is so protective of her.

When she lets go of your hand, you nod to Wrecker and start to walk away, but then stop to look at them again. Omega tilts her head, curiously.

“I wanted to meet you, also… but Hunter… he’s right to keep you away from me. I’m dangerous.” You tell her. 

It’s the truth. You don’t know if there’s still people after you or not, even after two years of being inactive. You think that maybe Hunter realizes that. 

“Doesn’t matter. I know you won’t hurt Echo and you won’t hurt us.” She nods.

She’s obviously the wisest one out of all of them. You look up at Wrecker, who’s sort of smiling at you. You give Omega a quick smile and head to the store that you needed to get to.

“We’ll see each other soon.” She calls out to you. 

It’s definitely a promise. 

“Where is Master Dooku?” Ventress asks you.

You shrug from the window seat, looking out at the Serenno mountains as you eat your breakfast with your legs pulled up underneath you. The sun was starting to shine slightly, which didn’t happen often here, so you wanted to soak up as much of it as you could. 

“You do realize we are meant to leave in less than an hour, right?” She crosses her arms, staring at you.

You shrug again. “Won’t take me long to finish this.”

You could practically feel her eyes roll at you. Ventress wasn’t the most patient with you. Or with anyone, for that matter.  

“Where are we going?” You look over at her.

“Kidnapping Chancellor Palpatine today.” She answers you, starting to walk away. 

“Ooh. Naboo?” You smile. 

Naboo was beautiful. Definitely in your top five favorite planets. The sun always shines there. 

“We aren’t going for fun.” She warns you.

Holding your hands up in surrender, you can’t help but grin at her. It was no secret you weren’t the most… serious Sith. But you knew you didn’t belong on the “Light Side” as the Jedi proclaimed to be. All sides have their flaws. 

You act in your own best interest a lot. Perhaps it's purely selfishness that leads you. 

“Why are we kidnapping Chancellor Palpatine?” You ask her as you walk down the long gloomy halls of Master Dooku’s home. 

“Why must you always ask so many questions?” She side-eyes you. 

You give her a toothy grin. “Because it irritates you.”

You and Ventress weren’t exactly chummy, per se. But, you got along and you worked well together. You trusted her enough. She acts big and bad, but underneath that beautiful pale skin, lies someone who’s looking to belong somewhere, just like you. 

“You are annoying. Be glad you’re not my apprentice.” She glares.

It’s a soft glare and you know she doesn’t mean it. In fact, there are days where you wish she was your master. But you know, there’s probably more that Dooku could teach you. 

Your last errand is meeting with a friend of yours that usually lets you know when there’s a good bounty for you to collect. She’d not contacted you in a couple months, which you didn’t really mind. But now… it makes you reconsider. You had something to lose now. Would Echo think less of you?

Lona hands you the tracking fob. “I didn’t think you’d want to miss this one. A Sith. Pretty dangerous.” 

You click on the Fob and your puck lights up with a holo of a beautiful pale face you’d not seen in a long while. Your stomach does a huge flop and you swallow.

Ventress…

“What’s she wanted for? And who wants her?” You ask Lona.

“You know we don’t ask those questions.” She gives you a funny look. “She’s worth 200,000 credits, though. You can’t pass that up.”

You nod, tossing the fob and puck into your bag. “See you around.” 

As you walk back to your apartment, lots of thoughts run through your mind. There’s no way she’d come quietly. But it’s 200,000 credits… that would keep you comfortable for a bit longer. On the other hand… she’s the one who warned you about Dooku’s death and told you to go somewhere safe… 

The lower levels of Coruscant were exactly as you’d expected them to be. Seedy. Sketchy. Dark. You’d been there for a year now with your own apartment and your own life started, away from the Sith. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. You didn’t mind being on your own. You enjoyed your freedom. 

You suspected that Dooku still had his eyes on you somehow because your rent was suddenly all paid for the next year, which didn’t sit well with you. Were you still wanted by the Separatists? When would you be allowed to return to the surface? When could you return to Serenno? 

Walking through the streets with your hood drawn up like you normally do, you feel a presence behind you. A presence you’d not felt in a really long time. Quickly rounding a corner and hiding behind a dumpster, you wait for the person to walk by. But they don’t.

As you stand to walk away, there’s a familiar voice behind you.

“I thought I saw you down here.” Ventress pulls up her mask.

You turn around to see her and can’t help but smile. Finally, a familiar face. Maybe not a friendly one, but that’s alright.

“I heard what you did, freeing that clone.” She tells you. “Heard it pissed off a lot of people.”

You shrug. “You know I was never good at doing what I was told.”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you.” She tells you, softly, walking closer to you.

“You have?” She was the one keeping an eye on you… Not Dooku.

She nods. “I’ve got some news, though.”“What is it?” You ask.

Has the war finally ended? Have the Separatists won? Would you finally be allowed to return to the surface? You miss the sunlight. 

“Dooku is dead.” She tells you.

It hits you like a train. Dead? How is that possible? 

“Dead at the hands of Anakin Skywalker.” She tells you.

“Oh.” You murmur. 

Skywalker… Of course… 

“Listen… the surface is a shit show right now. I think you need to get off-world and go somewhere safe.” She tells you.

Your master is dead. You’re alone. You’re stuck here. You’d never get to see the sunlight again.

Ventress says your name, snapping your thoughts back to reality. “Did you hear me?”

“What?” 

“There’s a planet called Ord Mantell. It’s safe for people like us. Deserters.” She tells you.

You nod. “Got it. Ord Mantell…” 

“Here. This will help you stay anonymous.” She hands you her mask and you look down at it as you hold it. 

Running your hand over the worn golden yellow art that decorates it, you look up at her. “Why are you helping me?” 

“Because we never belonged with them.” She tells you. “We don’t belong anywhere.” 

TAGS: @grievouus @brynhildrmimi @madameminor @dumfanting @rain-on-kamino @misogirl828 @rexandechosandwich @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @twistedstitcher27 @zoeykallus @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @arctrooper69 @rexxdjarin @meekaielmyerhs99

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb echo #tbb echo x you #tbb echo x reader #tbb echo x sith reader #sith!Reader #bad batch echo

[kteezy997]

Family Video Boy 2 // S.H.

Warnings: making out, shirtless Steve, beginnings of smut, cursing, I think that’s it?

10:01 p.m.

Y/n anxiously awaited Steve Harrington outside of the house of the family she babysat for. She couldn’t believe she was actually getting a chance with her first real crush. She didn’t know what the night may bring, but she was ready for it.

A car pulled up next to the sidewalk, and Steve got out of the driver’s side. He came around to the other side of the car, opening the passenger door and looking at y/n with a charming smile. “Y/n. After you.” he said, gesturing to the passenger seat. She smiled back, “Thank you.” She blushed as she obliged and sat down in the car.

“Have fun tonight?” Steve asked as he took off into the night with her. “No, not really. The kids are brats.” “Eh, that sucks.” She turned her head, looking at his handsome profile as he kept his eyes on the dark road. “How was work?” He shrugged, “Got kinda boring after you left. You were the only exciting thing to happen my whole shift.” She noticed his lips curve into a tiny smirk. “Oh yeah, I bet.” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

“So Steve, where’re we going?” Steve shrugged, poking out his bottom lip a bit. “Dunno. I’m just driving, y/n.” That smirk would not leave his lips alone. “Where would you like to go?” He asked, his big brown eyes inquired her as his mouth asked the question. "Dunno." she said, suddenly becoming aware of the sexual tension that had formed between her and Steve in the car.

"Maybe we could just park somewhere and talk?" he suggested, sounding innocent enough. "Okay." y/n agreed. As Steve pulled into a secluded area off the main highway of Hawkins, y/n got an idea into her head: to tell Steve that she used to have a crush on him. It could be embarrassing, but she also thought it might make her less nervous and maybe break the ice for them.

"Steve, can I tell you something?" He looked at her, giving her every bit of his attention. "Yeah, of course. Anything." "I kinda, sorta used to have a little crush on you." He huffed out a chuckle, "Oh, really? That's cute." She blushed, “ Yeah, I kinda felt bad because you were dating my sister, but I could see why she and all the other girls liked you. I mean, you seemed to be a bit of a jerk, but overall you were like the perfect guy."

"Wow, that's nice of you to say, y/n. I was an ass, but I've been working hard to change that the last couple of years. I've got way better people in my life now, good people. My friends have really helped me...not be a douche." He held onto the steering wheel idly as he spoke. y/n was somewhat taken aback by everything he said, but also impressed.

"That's really admirable of you. Not everyone can do something like that." And it was after that that she noticed how close their elbows were on the console between their seats. She could practically feel the heat coming from Steve's body. He leaned back into his seat, relaxing into the space with her. "Thank you, I appreciate it." He let out a small, tired sigh and shut his eyes, just for a moment.

His arm inadvertently scooted closer to her, grazing her arm. y/n looked down at their arms touching, and she felt her breathing become a little quicker. She looked at Steve's face, his long eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly here and there. When he finally opened his eyes, the air in the car felt almost humid.

Slowly, he sat back up in his seat and leaned over, cautiously taking a hold of her face with delicate hands. She couldn't help but gasp lightly as he leaned in further and kissed her. His lips pressed against hers sweetly, chaste at first, but the more she kissed him back, the more intense it became. Steve was the one to introduce his tongue first.

His hands went to her neck, she let her tongue run sensually across his mouth. She put her hands on him, wherever she could, his arms, his shoulders, his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, the Steve Harrington staple, his thick, soft mane. She knew that there were many other girls that had had the chance to have him this way. But now, it was her turn.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked her, pulling away and looking into her eyes. The tenderness in his voice made her even weaker than she was already feeling. "Yes, I want this, Steve." she cooed, leaning in to kiss him again, harder than the first time. Their tongues battled, sliding around each other eagerly. He moaned against her lips, and shifted in his seat.

Y/n leaned back as Steve climbed on top of her. He took ahold of the lever that reclined her seat, drawing her backwards. He took his mouth off of hers to yank his shirt off by pulling it from the back of his neck-he learned that women liked it when he pulled his shirt off that way. Y/n bit her lip, almost in a trance as she eyed his naked chest.

Steve settled in between her legs, which she had instinctively parted. Her hands went to his back, his skin becoming slightly tacky due to the stuffiness in the vehicle. He pulled away from her again, much to her dismay and she whimpered softly as a form of protest. “Look, y/n, I don’t want you to think I’m still a jerk that just goes through girls like, like links in a chain or something. I’m really not that guy anymore.”

“It’s okay. I believe you, Steve.” He smiled softly, and touched her cheek, his thumb grazing over her soft skin. “Good, because it’s true. I want something more, something that’s meaningful, but I-" she frowned, hanging onto his words, but really not getting where he was going with them. Steve took a second to clear his throat. “When I saw you walk into the store today, I wanted to fuck you…so fucking bad. You…you seriously took my breath away. It was like this sexual electricity that like, drew me to you.”

Y/n raised her eyebrows, not knowing what to say. “Wow, I, um, that’s like the craziest thing I’ve ever heard, but I love it.” “Oh, thank God. I thought I might have scared you. I just…I had to tell you.” “Well, I’m right here Steve, I’m all yours.” she smirked. He grinned, kissing her again, but this time they helped each other tug their clothes off. Articles were dropped to the car floor in between hot, breathy kisses.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

A/n-this feels so long already, I’ll do a part three😈

#steveharringtonxreader #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #joe keery #steve harrington smut

[queermatters]

Starting HRT

Around this time last year, I went I ordered the first piece of clothing I ever wore that pushed my comfort zone but also affirmed my gender: my euphoria hoodie. It was a thick, bright bright pink unisex hoodie. I ordered it expecting to hate how I looked in it and to send it back, but even if I did like it, that I wouldn’t leave the house with it on. It arrived days later. I tried it on… instant euphoria. Then I casually left my dorm to meet with a friend at the library.

What felt like such a big deal in the run up, ended up being nothing, but better yet, a euphoria inducing experience.

The year that would follow would be a myriad of unimaginable challenges for me to surpass with respect to my transition. Everything felt impossible. I wasn’t even sure I wanted HRT, but paradoxically felt so drawn to it, and even slightly envious of the results my friends had got off of being on it.

I had my first private appointment with a psychiatrist to get a gender dysphoria diagnosis in September. My endocrinology appointment was booked soon after for the 20th of December. In this liminal space, my transition felt weird. I had said to my psychiatrist that:

I’ve explored all the avenues I can explore socially for my transition. I keep looking to medical transition for answers. The things I want, fat redistribution, change in emotional landscape, softer skin etc, can’t be achieved through social changes alone. There’s more to be had, and I feel HRT will help me get that.

He agreed and diagnosed me. The appointment on the 20th was spent discussing the different forms of HRT I could go on, and what my care plan would look like. After the appointment, my endo send a link to an online pharmacy to buy my HRT from. I ordered it and it arrived 2 days later, just before Xmas.

In the days running up to the patches arriving, I was so SO excited. But also apprehensive. That anxious part of my brain wanted to overthink everything: “have you thought about this enough? What if it makes you feel sick? What if you get fatigue? What if what if what if”. I’ve spent nearly 3 years on this gender exploration journey, spiralling in and out of doubt, I cannot be accused of not thinking about the step I was taking next enough. That’s when a dear friends words echoed through my head: “What if it all goes OK?” .

The patches arrive. I lay in bed, slowly waking up, nervously excited for putting on the patch, while simultaneously being autistically anxious about the unknown. What would it be like? How will I feel? How long will it take to notice? What if it all goes wrong?

I open the box. There they are. I grab my 50mcg patch, holding it with anxious anticipation. I pace the house for 30 minutes before tearing it open. Now I would need to put it on.

My mom arrived back home, and being so lucky to have such a supportive parent, but also one who has also been on HRT, I asked for her help putting it on. I could have figured it out, but given that I’m doing this privately for now, I can’t afford to waste any!

She showed me how and I managed to get it applied correctly. I felt fine. The sky didn’t fall in. I didn’t give off a blood curdling scream and drop dead. My nerves lifted and I just felt… normal.

I go out for lunch and return home with a sense of calmness over me. I didn’t know if it was because of the HRT or because I had finally done something I had been so anxious about.

It’s been 4 days now. That blanket of calmness still envelops me for the most part. For the first time in over a whole year, that nagging sense of unease and dysregulation has lifted a little. The sharper emotions of stress and anxiety have changed in quality a little. Things feel ever so slightly more mellow.

Is 4 days too few to experience any changes? Probably. Especially without a T blocker (for now). But I’m proud of myself. This time last year, I was scared of those around me knowing who I really am. Now? I’m fully out to those around me, and I’m on HRT. I’m excited for the future and to see the changes come round.

To any trans folx reading this who want to go the medical route: know that you’ll figure it out eventually. If you don’t feel sure, remember that you’re allowed to feel that way, and that one way or another, you’ll find your path. Mine has just started, and yours soon will too. Until then, please take care of yourself. It sometimes may not feel like it, but you deserve compassion and patience while you figure this out 💖

#hrt stuff #trans hrt #HRT #mtf trans #mtf

[ladynightlark]

Hii i just read ur new chapter and it was amazing. impeccable. showstopping. I promise I have actual thoughts about it but I just have to organise them into something coherent first lol so have some really over the top positive adjectives bc ur writing makes me froth at the mouth.

Uhh bc I’m definitely not desperate for any and all content relating to this fic, maybe 1, 9, and 11? Thx and take all the time u need for the next chapter!! Don’t burn urself out!! 

Hi! Thank you so much!

I’m glad you enjoyed the new chapter! It feels great to finally get back to writing for this story again!

Thank you for all your kind words and adjectives (lol), these types of comments never fail to make my day and definitely get me excited about sharing more of what I have planned for this AU!!!

And also thank you (and everyone else) who’s been telling me to take my time with the next chapter. No worries, I’m making sure to pace and not overwork myself.  But hearing that from time to time means so much. So thank you!

1. What is a piece of symbolism in your fic?

I could talk a lot about some bigger/more obvious symbolisms in the fic (like Nezuko and Zenitsu’s relationship and the fact that Nezuko could never reach him, even after Gyokko was defeated), but I think one of the more subtle ones I don’t many readers have caught is the pendant that Kaigaku gives Nezuko way back in Chapter 2.

If you remember correctly, it was yellow with blue cracks on it, and for manga readers, once Kaigaku became a demon, his pendants were blue (don’t know if this is going to be used in the anime, but I thought it was a neat detail).

And in the flashback to the day he and Zenitsu ran into the six-eyed demon, the one pendant Kaigaku was wearing around his neck was cut off as a warning.

Well…that’s the same pendant he gives Nezuko!

So not only was it a reminder/symbol of the wager he instigated with Nezuko, but it’s a memento of the time he was faced with what he thought was an impossible situation to win, and nearly chose a darker path for himself in order to survive (which has some parallels to Nezuko’s situation).

9. What is your favorite line/interaction in your fic?

Nearly every single interaction between Nezuko and Kuwajima has been an absolute blast to write!

I think this is mainly because while their mentor/mentee relationship is similar to Tanjiro & Urokodaki’s from canon, there are some HILARIOUS differences in how they handle their pupils (mainly in the fact Kuwajima is more open in his teasing and enthusiasm in getting Nezuko to break out of her shell, and Nezuko is trying to determine whether or not this old man is crazy or not).

Not only that, but also because Kuwajima is not afraid to intervene to help Nezuko grow and avoid dangerous habits/mindsets that could hurt her in the long run. 

There’s just so much range in their relationship, and getting to explore that as a way to set this apart from canon is amazing. 

From Kuwajima laughing at Nezuko while she’s clinging to a tree in the middle of a thunderstorm, to him putting her on bedrest and banning her from training when he sees the toll it’s taking on her physical/mental health. 

Nezuko stubbornly telling Kuwajima to trust her despite the multitude of reasons he’s provided on why she won’t make the cut as a demon slayer (and probably only seeing her as another prospective thunder breather he can teach based on her bit of potential), and later he’s offering to send her demon brother’s earrings to be repaired and eventually sitting down with Nezuko to help her explain what it is she’s missing in her mastering of the breathing forms. 

And then, making Nezuko promise to think only of herself so she can come home, and finally getting to share in her joy of her overcoming her final test and Final Selection.

Honestly, I’ve loved getting to write every moment of interaction they’ve had with each other. It makes me a bit sad we’re only going to get maybe another chapter or two of them together before Nezuko goes out on her own. But seeing their growth is a very rewarding feeling.

But in terms of one of my favorite lines that I’ve written so far…

Chapter 7:

Still, against her better judgment, Nezuko carefully grabbed onto the branches and hauled herself up until she found a good spot to sit in the strong arms of the tree. “So now what?” “We wait.” Kuwajima looked up at the sky, staring at a few clouds that were turning gray above them. “For what?” “Nature.” Fifteen Minutes Later… “I HATE NATURE!”

11. Is there anything important in your fic you think readers have missed/overlooked?

At the very beginning of Chapter 11, there’s a VERY important but subtle detail in Nezuko’s dream. She sees someone who’s NOT one of her immediate family members right before she wakes up. I think it’s important to point out that their presence may or may not be significant in how the story is changing.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #ask #children of fuchsia light and demon fire #demon slayer fanfic #ask me questions #nezuko kamado #jigoro kuwajima #writer asks

[ranchselfships]

Ahhhh I just finished up an Undertale playthrough this weekend after not playing it forever, and seeing the Asriel fight again made me instantly think of your blog! I really just wanted to send him your way since the ending is so sad 🥺

oh wow I’m excited and glad you thought of us!! And congrats on completing Undertale again :]

The ending is indeed really sad while also giving me an increased admiration for Asriel. He’d been trying to execute his plan for so long— gain the human souls, get everyone together to absorb their souls, become a god, and reset to a safer time. When he calls you in the True Lab, just as everything is finally “falling into place”, I can sense the anticipation in his dialogue. It’s the most exciting scene of any game in my opinion :P and phase 1 of his boss fight is so incredibly satisfying because it’s a look into his true personality and interests and style. His own ideal boss fight that maybe he’d even been imagining since he was a kid, come to life. And the incredible feeling of having his own body back after so long.

I think the sadness sets in during phase 2 as Asriel begins to break down, after all the main cast is saved. He admits that he is lonely and afraid. I wish he knew how much his parents love him and still have it in them to protect him. I wish he knew how cool he is and how everyone would want to be his friend. I wish he knew that Chara cared about him a lot and would want him to live happily whether or not they can really be there.

Asriel releases everyone’s souls after his fight, knowing that without the power he won’t be able to retain his form. His final act with such immense power is to use it for good and destroy the barrier so that everyone can go free— and what really gets me is that after Frisk wakes up, everyone knows the barrier is gone but nobody knows Asriel is responsible. Asriel exists within an impossible dream. Asriel works behind the scenes. Asriel is an extremely important character and as a person I think he is a gift to the world.

I care about him so much, and he deserves all the love in the world. Thank you so much for such a nice ask! ^_^ it means a whole lot!

#self ship #f/o #self shipping #selfship #selfshipping #fictional other #f/o community #self ship community

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

Hey guys! Gonna give a lil update (both a mini life update and a update for the au stuff):

Tumblr is still messed up for me (currently posting this from pc) so I’m guessing it has to do with the bells they added to the dash considering that’s when it happened, so I’m assuming it’ll be back once they take them away, but if not I might have to go to staff or something we’ll see 

Anyway I got hat game on my pc for Christmas! but it sets my laptop on fire and runs very badly lmao so I’m probably gonna see if I can get a gaming computer for my birthday so I can play it properly 

Also sorry for not being very active lately, we went on vacation but I got sick afterwards and then a big snow storm hit, so just got a bit overwhelmed from all that happening one after another lol, I’m not sick anymore thankfully but the snow is still around 

In au related news as y’all know I’ve hit some art/writing block lately, so I’ve not started on the next prologue chapter just yet but thankfully I did get the plot of it figured out in a discord call, as I had been struggling to think of how it would play out bc it’s gonna be a A B plot situation, but I finally got a way for it to work out nicely ^^ so I got a little outline of the events jotted down, just haven’t started on the actual thing yet 

So after that chapter the prologue will be finished and so things can flow into the main fic, speaking of the main fic you’d assume I’d start working on chapter 2 after finishing the prologue and you WOULD be right, but I recently decided I want to go back and edit/rewrite chapter 1 just bc my writing improved so I wanna add extra scenes or better descriptions etc etc so it’s getting a revamp but not an outright rewrite just bc that thing is way too long to redo it entirely 💀

Also on the topic of writing i kept having the issue of thinking all the chapters outside of snatchers prologue chapter (heartburn) where all not the best writing, especially compared to aforementioned snatcher chapter that had way higher writing quality, I originally just chalked it up to being in the zone™️ when writing that one, but I realized I think it MIGHT be because it’s the only one not being adapted from a comic, all the others had comic or tumblr related things tied to them, but the snatcher fic was all it had going for itself, thus it had more descriptive words or spent longer on events etc because it didn’t have anything to go off of, where as the other fics ended up accidentally feeling more akin to scripts to me in how they did descriptions, ESPECIALLY forget me not because it’s literally just word for word event for event the same as it’s comic form, not sure if I’m making sense but what I’m getting at is that I’m glad that after this next chapter we are in completely new territory! No comics or ask blog stuff is tied to any of the chapters to come, so perhaps this will mean their writing will improve because they’ll only have the words to rely on, like I said idk if this little rant was necessary I just enjoy talking about my writing process is all 

But uh yeah tldr: next fic chapter will happen eventually, after that I’m going back to redo the first main fic chapter, and sorry I didn’t get to do any holiday art but maybe I will last minute do some doodles I dunno lol, OH, and I still gotta figure out a follower milestone event bc I’m super excited about it!^^ like I said of anyone has suggestions I’d love any ideas! 

Happy holidays! :3

#long post #grace post

[krysthale]

lovely fire

Pairing: Tanjiro x Fem! reader

Pronouns: she/ her

Warnings: none

Notes: idk if this will be short long or what, i only have this in my mind and i need to take it out😩

“flame breathing! first form: Unknowing fire!”

you shouted when you cut the neck of that demon. You start running, you needed to keep moving or else, another demon will come for you and that wouldn’t be good, you weren’t hurt, but your legs where aching, and it was only the fourth night of the final selection. For your luck, it was already dawning. You decided to climb a large tree, making sure you were where the sun would hit you so you can rest without the worry of getting eaten by a demon. You tied yourself on a branch for support keeping you from falling. Opening your eyes, you saw that you only had 2 hours after the night time, so you started to get up to eat the food your brother packed for you. You were resting in the tree when you heard something from below you, you put one han in your nichirin you were silent.

“uh… Hi?” a soft voice asked, you turned your head below the tree to see a crimson haired boy “Hello..?” you answered to him, differing from you, he was bleeding from his forehead “Are you alright?” you asked going down of the tree “ i’m fine, and you?” the boy said, when you were down of the tree you faced him ignoring his last question “you don’t seem fine, you are bleeding! come here i have medicines and bandages” you said taking his hand to make him sit resting his back on the tree, he didn’t even had time to complain because you were already cleaning his wound. There was a moment of silence before he said “My name is Tanjiro Kamado” you smiled and said “i’m Y/n Rengoku”

The night caught both of you, and after bandaging him up you both started to move together. Killing demon in the night and resting and eating in the day was your routine with him for the rest of the final selection, You were happy that you weren’t alone in the process and he was also happy for finding a friend. The final selection ended, and you both were again surrounded by the glicinias. “We did it!” Tanjiro said to you, you smiled agreeing with him and started to jumó around while chuckling. You took both of his hands and the both of you where jumping in excitement. Tanjiro noticed that only 5 of them including him and you survived, while holding your hand he started to go toward the two girls “i think something is going on here” he said. You nodded and started walking with him, still holding his hand. The girls congratules them for surviving and explained that they will get a tattoo of their ranks in their hands, also that they needed to choose a mineral for their nichirin. There was a boy who where complaining about all saying he wanted his katana now, and out of nowhere he started to pull the hair of one of the girls, you got angry and wanted to go to stop him, but Tanjiro headed first. “Let her go” he said while taking the boy’s arm in his hand “and what if i don’t want to?” he said, then you started to walk toward them “if not, i’ll break your arm!” Tanjiro said while squeezing tightly the boy arm, the other boy walked back from the sudden pain. You were going to the little girl and started to brush the hair the boy got messed up, the girl smiled to you and then you heard the other girl say “if the boys are done playing, come here and choose your mineral”

You saw one mineral that caught your attention, it shine a bright purple and red when the sun get to it you walked at the same time as Tanjiro, and both of your arms glanced to took one rock at the same time. Your hands brushed when you both took your minerals, you blushed slightly at the touch, and looked at Tanjiro who was also blushing, you smiled at him and he returned it.

“Y/n you don’t need to come with me! your brother is surely worried for you! i can go on my own, i’m fine!” Tanjiro complained as you were walking with him with one of his hands in your shoulders so he can have a support “Don’t worry about my brother! i’m sure he knows i’m fine, you are the one who is about to colapse here and now! how do you want me to left you like this?” Tanjiro still thought it was better for you to left him and go to your house with your brother, but he liked your presence and wanted to be with you a little bit more. You were both talking about little things while walking to Urokodaki’s house. You told Tanjiro about your brothers and your father, and he told you about his family, you reassured him about it by telling him about your mother. “uhm.. Y/n” he said and you answered him “mmh?” “Well… remember when i said that my family was killed by a demon? well, the thing is that my little sister survived but…” you were looking at him happy about his sister “but… she was converted to a demon…” your eyes widened “i’m so sorry Tanjiro, I.. i don’t even have words to this, it most have been difficult to…” Tanjiro smelled that you were sad and felling bad for him “the thing is, my sister, Nezuko, never has killed a human, and she is sleeping in Urokodaki’s hous-“ a flying door interrupted him, and then a little girl went out of the house, Tanjiro started say her sister name, and she started to run toward both of you, he started to run toward her and you put a hand in your nichirin in fear that she would attack you, but that never happened, she was hugging Tanjiro while he was crying, then a man went out of the house and started tu hug them both. You relaxes your body, and take off your hand of your nichirin.

“Thank you for the food, but i’m afraid i’ll have to reject your offer to stay…” you said taking a little sip of the tea Tanjiro gave you “why? you are surely tired, and it’s already late” Tanjiro said “Tanjiro is right miss Rengoku, the demons will go out in a few hours, i think you should stay with us for tonight at least” Urokodaki said to you after drinking his tea. You smiles to them, you wanted to rest but you were worried that your brother may think you didn’t survived “Your offer it’s surely great Sr. Urokodaki, but i’m afraid that my brother may be worried for me…” you said trying to reject them kindly “i need to go or he will panick” you started to get up with the intention to go, but you shrieked in pain in your ankle, Tanjiro was quick and catches you before you fall and then Urokodaki say “i’ll write a letter to your brother so that he knows you are okey, your ankle is hurt and you wouldn’t me able to walk to your house in your own”

And there you are, lying in Tanjiro’s futon, you protested that you could sleep in the floor, but he was so persistent that now you are there, a little hand reaches for your own, and you looked at it. It was Nezuko, she was so cute that you wanted to hug her so much! Then you felt new weight in your middle, when you looked at the source, it was Tanjiro’s arm, in his sleep he started to hug you, not that you minded of course.

The next day, you were awaked by Tanjiro, saying that your brother was here for you. it wasn’t suprising, knowing your brother, it was strange that he didn’t arrived the last night. You got yourself up and Tanjiro helped with your things, then he… was lifting you bridal style. You blushed furiously and he was too, but he wanted to help. Tanjiro helped you sit in the edge of the house meanwhile your brother thanked the man for taking care of you. You watched as your brother was finishing talking to Urokodaki, and then you said to Tanjiro “Thank you for all,i hope to see you and your sister again, please write me sometimes” and you kissed him in the cheek. Tanjiro froze “u..uh, y..yeah, i..i’ll write to you! and you w..write to me too!” he said completely red by your past action. You smiles at him in your brother arms before dissapearing from his sight.

#tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x reader #rengokukyoujorou #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu tanjiro #reader insert

[eurovision-del]

Having finished posting my rankings yesterday, here’s my thoughts on this year overall!

My general feeling after hearing all the songs but before starting my ranking was that this was a reasonable year, not particularly weak, but not especially strong either, so I was a little surprised to see just how many songs I actually loved when it came time to put them in order! There’s so many rock songs this year, all in completely different sub-genres from metal to punk to indie, and I love pretty much all of them – back on form for me after last year where a lot of the rock we had failed to connect with me. Outside of rock, there’s plenty of other exciting, brilliant entries. I said the same thing the last couple of years, but I am very impressed with the entire big 5 and maybe, for real this time, this might be the year where they all avoid the bottom five? I’m still not ruling out one flopping on the night (like Fulenn last year, I’m still not over it) and ending at the bottom of the scoreboard, though I’d hate to see it happen. We've got fewer ballads than normal this year, but in general I think we've got a good range of genres. The language diversity is also decent too – 14 songs are currently listed on Wikipedia as being in at least partially Not English, with several more containing small phrases of other languages – not quite as many as last year but at least we're a long way from the dearth of different languages of the mid-2010s.

I think part of the reason I didn’t think this year was too strong despite having so many songs I enjoy is because of the lack of competition this year, with only two potential winners. Personally, I’m sure Sweden are winning. I can’t see anyone else winning the jury vote, and I also reckon she’ll get plenty of televote support – Tattoo is still a great song and the vast majority of people won’t know or care that her light box is smaller than it was in MelFest. However, I do still hold hope that Finland could pull off a Måneskin/Kalush Orchestra style victory by winning the televote, although that will still require the juries putting Käärijä in their top five at minimum, and I worry that might be too much to ask. I also don’t think him winning the televote is guaranteed, I’m sure Finland will do well there, but I think the song could be very divisive among the general public. I reckon the new voting rules are actually going to bias the final results towards the jury – all the qualifiers from the semis will have proven televote appeal, with fewer jury-friendly entries getting through, which might result in the jury votes being more concentrated on certain entries, and since I'm sure they'll go for Loreen I'm confident she'll most likley win in the end. I would love it if Finland do win though, or even if someone else manages to pull off an upset victory!

Way, way back when the semi finals were announced, since semi one had only fifteen songs compared to semi two’s sixteen, I’d assumed that semi one would be the easier one. That did not turn out to be the case! Fandom consensus is that it is much harder, and that's definitely how I feel too, as my rankings show – in fact, my entire top three comes from there! It’s going to be a very tense voting sequence, that’s for sure. I think there’s five clear qualifiers (Sweden, Finland, Norway, Moldova, Israel), but the fight for those final five places will be a tough one. However, there’s still plenty of songs I love in semi 2, – I feel especially strongly for Romania and San Marino since they’re such underdogs, I’ll be cheering them on on the night! Semi 2 may be less tense, but it should be even more interesting seeing who qualifies because it feels so open right now. I only feel confident saying that Austria and Australia are through for certain – after that it’s anyone’s game.

I also want to say that I love how the BBC have handled hosting so far! I like the designs we’ve got this year, very bold and striking, and the stage seems perfect for accommodating everyone (unless you wanted to hang any heavy equipment from the ceiling). I cannot speak on behalf of Ukrainians – although I do think maybe more could have been done to make it clear that it’s their party, we’re just the hosts – but on the whole I’m proud of how the contest here is shaping up. There’s such an excitement in the UK for Eurovision unlike anything we’ve had since long before I started following the contest! Liverpool seem to have really thrown themselves into it – I’m excited to see what it’s like on the ground next week!

Overall, I think this is on course to be a great year! It may not be the most competitive one, but hey, Finland currently have all the momentum, we could be in for a tight battle between them and Sweden next Saturday! I’m so excited for everything, I cannot wait to get started!   

#eurovision #esc2023 #ok now that I've put it down let's see which of these predictions end up wrong! #last year I though Albania were certain qualifiers! #it is very easy to got caught up in the bubble #although I wouldn't have it any other way I love this crazy competition and being involved in the fandom is a huge part of that #Fingers crossed for my faves but I'll be happy as long as they bring a great show #I have a fantasy where both Malta and Latvia get through Semi 1 but I'm aware it's very unlikely #still I hold out hope #best of luck to everyone though!