#the only thing is i dont look half as good blonde as he does

[sxtellary]

❟❟mikey character analysis❜❜

!! here's my take on a relationship with mikey, what I think his type is, what he wants in a relationship/what he needs imo and overall how he'd be in one. take it as you please, either a small analysis of his character or headcanons (｡-ω-)

triggers ;; js a lot of fluff with toman!mikey, gosh I love him so much he's such a cutie, fem!reader – not physically described

word count ;; 1.5k

I feel like mikey can catch strong feelings towards someone only after a certain period of time. platonic feelings and romantic feelings are two separate things, and I think he'd have a hard time distinguishing which ones which and what he feels. he'd confuse the platonic ones and romantic ones and just think you're a very good friend to him. I dont feel like he'd ever think about his romantic feelings that much, and even if he did he'd try to hide them (let's face it he's a teenage boy I'm sure he knows what falling in love feels like, he just doesn't know how to differentiate the feeling from a platonic one), only really acknowledging them if someone else pointed them out for him (for exemple things he does or say for/to his crush). that's why I think the "childhood friends to lovers" trope is the best one for him, or at least a friend he's been knowing for a very long time, so he can actually understand his feelings.

"sharing his popsicle with his friend after a long hot day at school wasn't something out of ordinary. summer was approaching rapidly and the weather was showing it, growing hotter and hotter as the day went by, making cold sweat beads on your forehead as you tried to make some air with a book you had in your school bag. you had some time in your hands after school ended and before your english private lessons started, so you choose to hang out with mikey and draken, to mikey's displeasure. he always loved draken and [name]'s company, that's why he pleaded for the blonde to accompany him when visiting the girl, but something in him screamed to make draken leave. he didn't know why. maybe the way the taller one was digging holes in his back everytime he talked with her, or the way draken made his presence known at the worst possible times ever coughing like a grandpa or starting weird conversations about the ice cream he was eating. either way he wanted him gone now. he can go to emma, or something.. right?

"ehh, mikey, you're eating all the ice cream! leave some for me too..," [name] said as she took the sweet treat they were sharing from the blonde's hands. "but you ate your part like five minutes ago.., ugh, you know what? fine. eat it all. ken-chin can go buy me another one, right?", hearing his nickname, draken sighed as he shook his head. something's happening..

as time went on with bickering, laughs and jokes emanating mainly from mikey and [name] (seriously, draken didn't even want to be there), the sun was starting to set, which meant their fun time had to come to an end and her lessons to a start.

after hugging you tight, he looked at you waving in the distance as you tried catching the next bus. he felt a strong gaze on the side of his face, and as he turned his head he met his friend already staring at him with furrowed brows.

"do you like her?", draken asked with a sigh.

"who?"

"don't play dumb with me now."

"no I don't? what's with the question all of a sudden?"

"what do you mean 'no, you don't'?", he spat, mimicking the quotation marks in the air as he walked alongside mikey to his house. "you made me go with you to her school on a friday afternoon, ignored me half of that time and even hugged her when you met and before she left."

"pshh, that doesn't mean anything, ken-chin! she's just a really good friend," mikey shook his head, still chewing at the wooden stick his popsicle came with.

"mikey, you shared your ice cream with her. I think this is more than a friendship if you ask me."

mikey didn't respond, opting to sulk over his friend's words all night and the next day. maybe he's right? nah, can't be.."

his type can vary, all I know is for sure he just wants someone who can handle him. face and body don't really matter to him, as long as they have a cute face for him that's enough. I think for him it matters more how they act, if they can help him get better from his dark impulses and overall be there for him. this is more a headcanon than analysis but I like to think he'd date to marry, or at least he'd want that if he wasn't so busy with gang stuff.

I also think he'd want someone who can relate to him, but to an extent. he will feel uncomfortable if his lover would have the exact same problems because he's not good at comforting (that doesnt mean he wouldn't try to cheer you up tho), but someone who can relate to him can make mikey feel a bit relieved and not so alone. he'd have a hard time opening up too, so having an old friend as a lover will make him feel more comfortable. his lover will automatically be his bsf too!

he's a clingy boyfriend. let's be serious, we all have seen how he is with draken, now imagine that a 100% worse. he'd demand to be everywhere with you, at your house, at his house, park, school, class, you name it, he's with you. nothing new if you skip classes just to hang out with him, and if you don't, he'd whine about it like a child. sleepovers are a must in your relationship, but they mostly happen at his house; I like to think he can't have a good night's sleep anywhere else except his own bed, and you in his arms too? best sleep he's had in YEARS!

""mikey, move! I have to go home, it's late," you whined as you tried to move the blonde's arms away from your body. you've been trying for about an hour and got no progress. it was as if he was glued to your side. it was kind of cute, if you thought about it; he looked like a koala, holding on for dear life on a tree. but you liked koalas when you weren't the tree itself..

you went to sleep late because he wanted to finish the last season of 'the simpsons', and you couldn't go to sleep first because he liked to keep his TV on high volume. goddammit, mikey..

from what you can see from the clock on his wall it was around eleven am. you didn't have a curfew per say, you just didn't want to bother the sano's anymore with your presence; the way you screamed last night to old cringey songs with your boyfriend was probably enough for his grandpa. and besides, you wanted to study for the upcoming exams, it was a sunday after all and you dont get the heart to slack off.

"come on, mikey. wake up!" you tried to shake him off once again, but he didn't even budge.

you knew he was awake already, though. the way his eyes fluttered as he moved his irises and the corners of his mouth trembled to contain the smile that was creeping up on them gave it away. "mikey!", that's the only thing you got to say before he poked your sides, making you giggle in the progress.

"you sure are very talkative in the morning now, aren't you. yapping my ear off and I didn't even get to wake up properly," the blonde yawned, making himself comfortable on your form.

"kiss me good morning so I won't be upset all day that you're leaving so early!" he demanded, making you chuckle.

"no. your breath stinks! go brush your teeth, mikey!""

even if he acts like a kid, deep down he knows it's not safe for you to take part in his gang life, he thinks it's dangerous. he'll try and teach you some moves, just so you can defend yourself when he's not around (which is like never cause he's literally glued to your side but wtvr manjiro ( ´-｀)). if you know how to fight tho, I think that's a whole new story, more or less. he'd still worry about your safety, but wouldnt mind you getting involved.

mikey would also have a hard time opening up. don't expect him to be comfortable to show any emotions to you when you first meet him or when you guys start dating. sure he'll be always happy around you, sometimes grumpy, angry, but I feel like he'll show his "weakness" much more later, when he feels more comfortable around you and when he makes sure you won't leave him after that.

I also like to think he has the same weakness as his brother to the ladies. like let's face it, getting rejected 10 times and still going for 20.. this is what I call weakness, and since shinichiro practically raised manjiro I think he rubbed off on his little brother. the thing is, since shin is mikey's one and only exemple, I don't think he'll actually act up on it and get rejected like his big bro (I feel like he's scared of rejection and seeing his brother get it every single time it made him precautions on things like these (／。＼)).

© 2024 sxtellary

#i love him so much it makes me sick #no one understands him like i do #mikey #mikey sano #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #draken #ken ryuguji #manjiro x reader #—nikkowrites☆

[newfallstrangeleaves]

Yandere in the apocalypse

Strawberries

M!Yandere X GN!reader Warning: stalking, mentions of killing. Summary: Continuation of the nightly visit story. The world has ended but that doesn't stop your yandere to prove (to nobody other than himself) that he can give you anything. He goes out of his way to get you something you want but things don't go as planned. Author's note: It was really nice to see the first part (and my first post) being so well received. Really thank you!!

Never will he be far behind. Always in the shadows watching over you. He truly is your guardian angel, undefeated protector, perfect boyfriend…

Though in a perfect world he would be close to you, show you how good he is to you.  But because of the friends of yours most of the time Aaron has to go unnoticed. But the times he does get close, he cherishes. 

The weather is nice and Aaron has spent the last 4 hours in a tree. Your group has made the decision to leave the city and head out into the wild. A decision he doesn't exactly agree with, for many reasons. Though your group has decided upon two night watchers now he dont believe for a second they could do a better job than him. 

Half of the group has split up from camp and gone out to look for food. You sit together with a girl with dark braids and a blond girl, who looks to be in need of a shower soon. The boy is there too, blissfully unaware of his surroundings and listening in on the conversation. 

“I LOVED to eat Moules frits, I could eat a whole bucket of those things.” The blond girl says. 

"Oh, you snob!” The braided girl exclaims. “Can you say something normal like a burger?” 

“But what is so weird about Moules frits? It's just Oysters and Fries! The blond pouts. 

“Wrong! It's Clams not Oysters, you idiot.” 

"You seem to know an awful lot about Moles frits, huh? Y/N, who do you think the real posh one is?” The blond looks over at you who throughout this whole conversation has just been smiling at the bickering. 

“Donno, seems like a tie, or what do you think Max?” You turn over to the boy who nods eagerly. You and Max exchange a look as the blond one rolls her eyes over dramatically, but the action prones a laugh out of the three of you. 

“What foods do you miss, Y/N?” Max asks when the laughing has died down. You think for a moment. 

“Well, not the canned potatoes that's for sure, or any other canned foods for that matter. I miss fresh ones, oh I know, I miss Strawberries!” You say. “And actually at this point I would be happy to have any shape, dried or fresh doesn't matter.” 

“Me too.” A voice from the bushes makes everyone jump.

Even Aaron is about to fall out of the tree. But when the other half of the group returns he swears over himself over the lack of awareness. But the conversation had made him think. If his love wants strawberries then she shall have strawberries. 

When night comes he sneaks down from his hideout. A week ago they passed a small community, odd people and overly religious. They had only really gotten a picture of them though three men who were out looking for a friend of theirs. The men had invited them back to their community but luckily your group had declined the offer. Good thing your group had caught their off vibes too and decided not to risk it. But when the both of your groups had parted ways and one of the men decided to turn back to you,  Aaron felt nothing good would come with a second encounter. So the man was killed and buried before sunrise. By then the group was up and away. 

But the men at the time had mentioned a garden filled with vegetables and fruits. Perhaps a tactic to lure you into their claws. But right now it's his best bet in finding Strawberries. 

Traveling alone ment moving at a much quicker pace. Perhaps he will be back to you in less than a week!

When he arrives he realizes the men weren't lying. If something they were playing it down by a lot.  Aaron could see “the garden” from a mile away by the size of it. The only problem he is facing now is getting in. It is surrounded by a huge fence, barbed wires, then on top of that they have built six hunting towers to guard from any intruders. 

He decides to wait until night time and while doing so he can feel his eyes grow heavier.

He wakes up (all stiff from sleeping in a tree) to the luck of a lifetime. Rockets are firing from the other side of the garden, somebody else is planning to break in too. He brings his handy pocket knife and while the guard's attention is elsewhere he takes the opportunity to run straight for one of the hunting towers. 

He just needs a little bit of luck to not be spotted now. Despite having two hunting towers at each side of him that could easily spot him he hopes their attention stays on the forest for intruders. 

The darkness hides him long enough to cut through the fence. His pocket knife pliers are weak, it takes time to cut through the fence. But not impossible. 

As he works up a hole big enough for him to fit through he can hear the guards discussing, the weak attack was quickly disarmed. But Aaron can sense them being on edge for anything else to happen. 

When he is through it's in and out. Their attention is not on the plantation but he still tries to hide amongst the greenery. It doesn't take long before he finds the red little berries. There are rows upon rows of them. They won't miss a few. When he is done collecting and placing the container back in his backpack, he turns to make his way out again. 

Just as he feels confident he is going to make it without getting spotted he gets just that. Spotted. He crawls through his hole as bullets start raining around him. His only option is to run and find shelter amongst the trees. He sprints as fast as he can, the trees approaching quickly. Just a few more steps. 

Then he feels one of the bullets hitting its target, a sharp pain shoots through his thigh. He lets out a cry of pain but with the adrenaline pumping his veins he doesn't stop. 

He pushes further and further through the forest even though he is not as fast as he would have liked, the people deciding to go after him seems to have given up the chase. Their voices grow more and more distant by the second. 

The following days are hard. He has to stop multiple times to not strain his wound too much. Worry starts to grow more and more each day. As he is slowing down you are walking further and further away. The fear something would have happened to you  while he was away grows stronger by the day. 

When the pain in his leg is unbearable as he is fighting to keep up a good pace he wishes he never left you. What if something has happened to you while he was gone? Why didn't he consider this before he left? How stupid he feels. 

He lets out a sigh of relief when he reaches a small lake and in the distance he can see your figure walking out in the water with your pants rolled up. So peaceful. Finally he can allow himself to rest and to heal. 

Mission accomplished too. He feels pride grow in his chest as he watches you. He can give you something nobody else can. He can't wait for your reaction. A smile only he could give you.

The next morning you wake up and the first thing you see is a small package with a note attached to it. 

“Whatcha got there?” Ginny asks as she frantically tries to brush through her blond curls with her fingers. 

“I don't know. Was here when I woke up.” You turn over the note and read what it says out loud. 

‘Got these for you. 

Until we meet, A.’

“A? There is no one here who starts with A.” Ginny says loudly. A ruckus begins amongst the ones that are awake. Their discussion is loud enough to wake up the rest.  

“What do I do with these?” You ask. 

“Leave them, it's not worth the risk.” Felice says and pulls her braids out from the shirt she just put on. “Come, you go with me from now on.” 

Aaron limps over to the spot you sat at as he is fighting tears. The anger and disappointment bubbling up in his chest. He wishes he could kill them, hurt them as they have hurt him. 

But all he does is pick up the berries. 

He knows revenge will come in due time.

#yandere male #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #tw stalking #post apocalyptic #yandere x y/n

[schelamski]

Tsukishima x mean!reader after Timeskip

If we can be completely honest for a second, Tsukkis gf could probably be as mean as he is and normaly he likes it that way, but what if a certain friend urged him to take a closer look...

Dont mind me, after writing this i want to recharge by taking a bath with my toaster...

warnings: teethshattering fluff, established relationship, implied smut ig and emotional unavailability, reader is a girl

Tsukishima x mean!y/n

For the past two weeks Tsukishima found himself staring at you while you were talking to some of your friends. He couldn’t help but notice the weird feeling in his stomach again, that seemed to remind him ever since that there was something he needed to talk with you about.

It all started when was hanging out with Kuroo, Bokuto and Akaashi on a weekend. They were all just spread all over the couch at his apartment. Everybody’s eyes were fixed on the television screen until his phone rang. Unfortunately, his phone was lying on the coffee table so he wasn’t able to grab it fast enough and when Bokuto took one glance on who the caller was he quickly snatched his phone with a smile. “Oya y/n-chan! How are you?” he howled into the speaker. Suddenly nobody really focused what was on the screen but rather on the caller. “Hey Bokuto, I´m fine, how about you? I´m sorry for disturbing your movie night, I totally forgot you guys were hanging out today!” came the response of Tsukishimas girlfriend. Bokuto tried to reply but the phone was grabbed by his blonde friend, who as soon as he noticed your voice tried to gain control of his phone again. “Hey, something up or are you just bored because I´m not with you?” he interfered the conversation with Bokuto before it even started. “Hey grumpy, in a good mood this evening? Its just the opposite, since you are finally busy, I can go out with some friends. Won’t be back till morning, just wanted to let you know in case you need help getting in bed like last weekend.” He didn’t have to see your face to know that you had a grin all over your face right now. Tsukishima furrowed his brow before replying “Don’t worry if you’re not here I don’t have to drink abnormal amounts of alcohol to forget your pain in the ass. Don’t be back till noon.” You giggled while announcing “Fuck you then, see you tomorrow dumbass. Try to stay in bed this time, will yah?” With a frown he replied, completely aware of his friends following the conversation eagerly “Only if you do it, what else is my girlfriend good for. Bring something to eat tomorrow and fuck you too.” As quick as possible he ended the call afraid of you mentioning his ungraceful fall out of bed last weekend for the third time. He was drunk and his senses weren’t exactly focused on the bed but rather on the girl that lied next to him. Taking of his glasses and pinching his nose bridge with his fingers he sighed. “I have never seen somebody more in love” Akaashi stated, his voice dripping in sarcasm. Tsukishima was confused, what was he playing at? But when Kurro asked “Are you guys always talking like that?” he started to think. Sure, in the beginning of your relationship it was a bit tampered down but you both were people who mastered the art of verbal bickering. After all it was one of the reasons he liked you so much. He shrugged and observed “I guess that’s just how we talk. I know that she doesn’t mean half the things she’s saying, and I guess she does the same with my remarks.” Kuroo took him in before commenting “Well ever since I’ve known you it was clear that you wouldn’t fall for someone sweet and innocent. I guess you finally found your match regarding the snarkiness. I can’t help but wonder if you guys talk like that all the time? Don’t you ever speak nicely with each other? And I never took y/n for someone to be that snarky around others? But maybe I´m reading too much into it, it’s your relationship after all. Let’s continue with the movie, I want to see this monster of a man again”. However, for the rest of the movie Tsukishima was lost in thought rather than in a cinematic universe.

Ever since this evening he was observing how you were acting with your friends and how your conversations were filled. He was in the final stages of his master thesis, but it itched him to gain knowledge on his relationship with you. After two weeks of doing so he came to the realization, that kuroo was a master of observing and he was right about Tsukishimas relationship. When you were with your friends there was a soft smile on your face, your voice a constant sound and even your posture seemed to be a bit more laid back than when he was with you. The blonde was aware of his quirks, especially expressing his emotions. He simply couldn’t help himself; he actually had no idea when it started and how he could try to have nicer or simply softer conversations with you. And then there even was something close to fear, he thought, what if after those roughly two and a half years you didn’t like him anymore? Sure, you cared for him but maybe you had fallen out of love with him and only wanted to remain friends? That was something he wouldn’t be able to do, he loved you too much for this, at least that he was sure of. The only idea he had was calling the person who had dealt with his snarky demeanor for the longest time and Akiteru was as happy as he wasn’t in a long time to be called by his brother and even asked for advice regarding his emotions. They sure had a lot to talk about this night.

For a bit more than a week your boyfriend was behaving very awkwardly you thought. It started when he kept staring at you having conversations with your friends even though he was supposed to work on his thesis to finish off his university career. When the staring stopped you heard and saw even less of him and after a week of very little contact and only half sided answers, you decided to contact him to explain this mess. Taking out your phone and texting him Hey smartass, I feel like we need to have a talk. Can we meet up or are you going to ignore me? you felt dizzy in your head.

After a few minutes, which you’ve spent in half agony, half hope his answer appeared on your phone: I agree, we need to talk, do you want to come over at my place Friday afternoon? Or do you want to meet on neutral ground?

You felt your heart sinking in your chest while reading his message, was he going to break up with you? Why was he proposing a neutral ground? Maybe you were too mean for him, maybe he needed somebody nicer? Or were you too clingy, too annoying or were you holding him back from reaching his potential? Despite feeling sick in your stomach, you agreed to meet him at his apartment.

Hearing the knock on his door he was startled. Closing his eyes, he had to remind himself that it was just you, you’ve been together for so long but he couldn’t help himself being slightly anxious, just like the first date you had or the first time you kissed. Tsukishima supposed, this was a first as well but this one he wanted to get over with. Opening the door he found himself astounded again, he had scarcely seen you the past days and now he was questioning himself why he prohibited himself from looking at you for such a long time. As usual he wasn’t quite able to point to what it was that kept him from looking elsewhere almost every time you where in his periphery. After more than two years he was aware, that your looks were slightly above average, so far he could tell objectively. But when he fully looked at you, he saw so much more than a slightly average girl. Somehow to him you looked harmonic, every tiny aspect of you fitted you so well in this whole picture of you that he was sure to be able to believe in a god if he told him that you where the gods eternal masterpiece. And then there was the feeling of home that settled between his shoulder blades each time he looked at you, he could practically feel your face on his back as he was making your morning tea and you were hugging him from behind. He had often wondered how on earth he was able to have all those thoughts, but he knew he’d never be able to speak them out loud.   

“Can I come in or do you want to watch me freeze to death in front of your doorstep?” you implied. It took almost all his restriction to not answer in his usual sarcastic demeanor. He stepped aside and you entered his small hallway almost immediately. Now you two were standing close together but you still felt like there was a big distance between you. This time he started speaking “Do you want some tea before your limbs freeze off?” You simply nodded and followed him into the small kitchen, the place where you two had cooked countless times together, shared so many laughters and had your deepest (and also drunkest) conversations. Now you understood why he had proposed a neutral meeting ground, this place breathed your shared memories. Unable to understand why you were thinking dramatic thoughts like that when you literally had last been here the weekend before you gratefully took the cup with your favourite tea from his hands, the slight touch of your fingers sending shivers like the first time you kissed down your forearms and back.

“Can I start? I think its best if we get this over with and before you say anything I want to tell you something, okay?” Seeing your big ass boyfriend mumbling you looked at him curiously, the voice of him not being snarky was rare to you. Afraid of disturbing the intimate and cozy atmosphere of the apartment in comparison to this cold and grey afternoon, you only whispered “okay”. While he seemed to gather his thoughts you were looking around. There was a reason you came over to his place more often than Tsukishima found himself at your place. His place was smaller but much more comfortable, he seemed to even have lit some candles you brought over on the small table in the kitchen. A strange feeling in your chest seemed to compress your heart, unsure of what was to come next you tried to take some last steady breaths. When Tsukishima started speaking, you looked him in the eyes, always lost in this weird shade of brown.

“okay…you are probably the only person…no who am I kidding… but you are the person who knows best how bad I am with emotions. However, there is something important I want to talk with you about. So, I guess unconsciously I was aware of this but what can I say, I’m good at ignoring my unconsciousness. When you called two weekends or so ago and were talking to Bokuto, you remember? Uhm, Kuroo mentioned something afterwards and I had to think about it ever since. I don’t think I´ll ever know a good way to say this so I’m just going to put it here: I think I don’t like the way we speak with each other anymore. Well, actually I’m sure I don’t like it. Most of the time I do, its just that I can’t help but wonder why we snark at each other all the time. Like when you talk to your friends you just seem so much nicer, I can’t help but think that its me who keeps you from being nice to me. I love your bickering, it turns me on so bad and makes me feel like I’m not the only sarcastic asshole but I think I also want to share nice moments with you. I don’t want to only have your mean side even though I know that you don’t mean the things you’re saying most of the time, I sure as hell don’t but I want to have all sides of you. I want to learn to have nice, normal conversations with you. I know that its not your fault or my fault alone, we both have to pull ourselves together for it, but I really want to. And now I’ve said all this and don’t even know if you still want to be my girlfriend, so if you don’t, please pretend I never said anything.” The breath he took when he was done was one of the loudest he’d ever taken, even in one of his volleyball games he scarcely was as out of breath as he was now. “Can we sit? Then its my turn to say something okay?” you proposed, suddenly aware of your trembling legs. Now you two were sitting across from each other, you gripping your cup of tea like your life depended on it and him doing his usual finger-fidgeting.

“I feel bad but I have to say it” You started, looking into his eyes, wide open and shocked, he was ready to say something but you continued “Shhh, now’s my time to talk. I thought you wanted to break up with me for the last week, so I was super afraid and nervous, well that doesn’t even cover it. I´m so glad, honestly, it’s been a while since I have felt this kind of relief. But now to your point. I think one of the reasons I’m snarky around you most of the time is that your kind of my Homeport…Around others I feel like I can’t talk shit all the time, nobody would like me, well except you. With you I don’t…I can just give you my thoughts without filter. However, I think I´ve been filtering all the nice and lovely things I´m thinking about you because I had the feeling that this just wasn’t our dynamic. I know you at least like me when you turn of the light and take my book away at night when I suddenly surrendered to sleep or how you know how to cook my favourite meals and how you tone down your teasing a bit on a bad day. Over the two years I learned to notice the small things and I hope you do too. But I agree, sometimes, especially when friends talk about their relationships, I´ll have a weak moment and just wish for some kind words or even something like I like you from my boyfriend. So if you’re feeling the same I´ll gladly put in the effort, I don’t want to loose you…You are very important for me…and I like you the way you are…and you probably ruined me for every other relationship if there is ever one because you just are you but like with a special place for me. I doubt that there’s anybody out there that is so well matched for me like you are so…don’t put me through this again. And remember those nice words!”  

Now it was Tsukishimas turn to be astounded. You both weren’t the kind to speak lots of words, deeming them unnecessary most of the time so you both rambling was a special occasion. Still fidgeting with his fingers he thought about your words. Slowly but surely there was a blood pouring in his cheeks, he could feel them heating up thinking about what you just proclaimed. “Come over here, I have something even better for you” Noticing how you were about to sob he kept his arms open until you were in reach and then pulled you into his lap. There were three magical words you’ve both only had said to each other so far when the other one was seemingly fast asleep. But after so much time together and hopefully even more he felt like it was now time to say it. “Y/n you’re a dork.” You looked at him deadpanned. “And I love you” now you were flabbergasted. Not being able to process a single thought you just stared at him while he hold you tightly in his arms and waited for you with a devious grin. Shoulders dropping and head tilting, you looked him in the eyes “I love you too Kei”. Next thing you know his lips are on yours, this must be the most love-loaded kiss you two have ever shared.

“If I´d known an I love you from me would shut you up for once I´d have told you waaay sooner”

“Kei, I´d shut up gladly hearing it from your stupid mouth again.”

“This stupid mouth will see about that in a minute, then you can tell me how much you like this stupid mouth!”

The smile you gave him now almost stopped his heart, it wasn’t exactly as pleasing as the soft smile for your friends but he was able to see your dimples and he decided, if there is one person who can laugh at him for falling out of a bed forever, it’s probably you. So no, there won’t be another relationship, except like, being engaged to you or something, but that could wait another year, Tsukishima tought.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu time skip

[mrswarnerxo]

❪ ★ ❫ nightmares.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: aaron warner x fem!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: aaron has been having nightmares of the war and a special someone dying. good thing you’re there to help your boyfriend.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, pet names, insomnia, mention of death, mention of war, nightmares, cuddling, comfort, paris anderson.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 347

𝐀/𝐍: i edited this because there’s no way im letting THIS stay on my account. dont care if i was half asleep the grammar mistakes in here KILLED ME. also didnt i make the jameson cuddler thing short too? idk man😭😭🙏

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: i’ll add em tonight since i already tagged them today and i dont wanna bother them lmao

you roll around in your bed, feeling nothing but the cold air as your arm reaches out from the blankets. you open your eyes and you don’t see the familiar blond hair of your boyfriend.

you look around and see aaron sitting on the edge of your bed, elbows on his knees with his head in his hands.

frowning, you slowly get up. aaron turns his head around and his eyes widen slightly when he sees you. “sorry, angel, did i wake you up?” he asks softly.

you shake your head before crawling towards him. “was it a nightmare again?” you ask. he’d been having nightmares ever since the war ended.

it was understandable, especially for him, because of his father.

it was a routine for you two. aaron has a nightmare, he sits on the edge of the bed, you wake up, ask him if he’s okay, then cuddle him until you two fall asleep.

he nods lightly but doesn’t say anything. you know when he does that, he doesn’t want to talk about it. and so you don’t. instead, you crawl into his lap and lay your head on his shoulder.

“it’s okay,” you whisper, “i’m here.” aaron sighs and brings his hand up to your back, the other one lying comfortably on your thigh.

he leans back slightly, digging his face in your hair. “it was about you,” he finally whispers. “you were gone—you got taken from me and you never came back,” he continues.

you know what he means when he says that. you died. he either has nightmares about his father or you dying. you’re the only thing he cared enough to have nightmares about.

“shh,” you shush him. “i’m here, aaron. i won’t leave you. never.” he sighs and squeezes you, holding you tightly as if he lets go, you’ll vanish.

you’ll never vanish.

“it’s okay. i’m here; and i’m staying, love,” you murmur. he hums, breathing in the scent of your hair. and soon; you two both fell asleep.

sadly, you woke up again when he fell on his back.

#aaron x reader #aaron warner x you #aaron warner fanfic #aaron warner #aaron warner x reader #aaron warner x y/n #aaron warner x fem y/n #short fanfic #i should sleep #i should go to bed #fanfic #books #booktok #bookish #fanfiction #belles fanfictions💋

[roe-and-memory]

UHMMM in your guy's pinned it says your ok with asks sooooooo

You guys should totally hand over all of your Lightning headcanons :3

HIHIHI IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE 4 DAYS

hi this is roe quick interruption

thats all ty

ok so…. a magician cannot reveal all of their secrets so ive picked a Select amount of our favourites because obviously we need some surprises,…. its still a LOT though so dont worry i wouldnt dare cut you cheap on our headcanons

if you guys want us to make a separate post on a specific one going into detail of the Lore behind it or just like, more detail in general, dont be afraid to comment and your wish is my command

HERE WE GO!!!

- “HE IS A DUMBASS AND I HATE HATE HIM” (roes words, affectionate)

- he is a liar, sometimes good sometimes bad (only when he wants to) and doc sees through All of it

- he has a walkman he’s had since he was little, he broke the headphones once and mack bought him new ones

- we’ve mentioned it before but he has vision light sensitivity issues

look at him. he cant see SHIT

- he grew up in henderson, nevada, every time a race came to vegas he walked FOUR HOURS to see it from outside the track (he lived an hour and a half from some of the only family that would ever love him in radiator springs EL OH EL!)

- hes a natural redhead but harv thought having him bleach his hair blonde would get him more attention so he did it because harv knows best! sally made him stop when he tried to do it after his roots took over and she was like erm no ! thats destroying your hair and ur curls. and him, not knowing much about his hair was like yeah sure ok

- he has Freckles. So Many. sally tells him he has stars and constellations on his cheeks and hes just giggling and kicking his feet

- also mentioned before he has a lanyard with keys and keychains on it that he carries everywhere hanging out of his pocket

- he has. Horribly. vivid nightmares. so he doesnt sleep much and when he does its always restless

- being a racecar driver he has MASTERED the ability to climb out of windows. he uses this ability to not only cause doc grief (he sleeps across the hall and hears everything), but also to sneak out in the middle of the night when hes restless and prance around in the field like a deer to make himself so sickeningly exhausted he passes out as soon as he lays down

- lightning and sally dance sometimes at the wheel well, neither of them are too good and he wants to practice for her - doc catches him in the living room poorly dancing to rascal flatts and doesnt let him live it down the entire rest of the day

- lightning runs away when hes 15, after walking 4 hours to vegas for a piston cup race he wanted to watch and then deciding he never wanted to go home — there was nothing there for him anyways. he had everything from home he wanted, which included his walkman and thats basically it

- (adding onto above) mack found him at a truck stop somewhere on an interstate asking for either money or a ride somewhere, and as an older brother of 5 little sisters who are his worlds, he saw him and immediately thought . if that was one of my siblings i would never forgive myself. and boom he has a new little brother and boom lightning has an older brother

- he knows how to operate a transport truck courtesy of mack

- he loves stickers, he always has, his walkman and an assortment of his other things are decorated in stickers

- lightning didnt have any friends in his rookie year, so when he has mater, doc, sally, cal, and bobby, he makes little random collages out of magazines and newspapers to keep them as memories

- he loves country music and HATES taylor swift (bobbys fault, bobby is a swiftie)

- doc has sunglasses that lightning finds in his garage, BURIED in a box, they have “hudson” engraved into the arm and he immediately takes them for himself because sometimes its Too sunny (doc when its sunny, he’s out enjoying a beer on the porch and his annoying boyfail son comes outside and stands expectantly awaiting his sunglasses in which he forks over hesitantly)

- crocs or converse there is no in between

- autism.

- he pulls on the threads of his clothing when hes excited or nervous

- talks with his hands, very expressive and he also kicks the ground sometimes for no reason

- he was never taught how to ride a bike. doc is slowly writing down a list of reasons he can KILL 👹 lightnings parents for being HORRIBLE ‼️‼️‼️

THATS ALL FOR NOW…. with time you will learn more but I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE ONES!!!

#lightning mcqueen #cars 2006 #cars fandom #cars fanart #doc hudson #sally carrera #mack cars #hes so fucking silly he needs to be STOPPED #the part where we call him boyfail IS HILARIOUS #like he is actually incredibly sucessful for his age #he just has boyfail energy #mack has 5 sisters trust me it makes sense #cars headcanons #memory’s headcanons #roe’s art

[frecklystars]

i think im a lesbian and thats been making me cry in the middle of the night every night for the last umm i dont know. week. couple of weeks maybe. i dont want to be a lesbian bc ive been bi for so long and i dont want another sexuality crisis. but at the same time the idea of being with a man makes me feel so fucking repulsed and i dont know if thats bc ive just had multiple experiences of a male friend making inappropriate comments toward me when i used to trust him OR if its bc i am genuinely realizing i have never. never. never. never. never had strong feelings for a man the way i do with a woman. like i saw a cute customer today who was a guy but i wouldnt date him. i thought he was cute but i wouldnt do anything about it, like if he asked me out i'd feel uncomfortable. but then i saw a blonde woman walk in and i thought to myself, god she's gorgeous and if she asked me out right now i'd say yes when and where!!

i only feel "i'd kiss him i'd date him i'd hold his hand" with fictional male characters and male celebrities. not real/obtainable people. would i still feel that way if they were physically in front of me? i think i would, i think if ken were in front of me calling me sweet girl i'd never feel repulsed. i think if a guy who looked and acted exactly like ryan gosling was in front of me asking me out i'd consider it maybe? but i know i feel genuine love for my F/Os. my feelings for them are 100% real and pure. i hear that could possibly be an aromantic thing, to be genuinely attracted to your F/Os but not real people. but i feel genuinely attracted to real women!! sometimes!! half the time!!! not ALL the time and i don't know if i'd be willing to be in a relationship bc i'm so detached to the idea of a relationship but like... the attraction is absolutely there to some degree and it seems to be that way strongly for women

and then i thought, ok well, bisexual means being attracted to two or more genders, right? and i'm attracted to (probably) anyone who isn't a man, though my strongest feelings are for women. but then someone else told me that the lesbian label would still include people who aren't strictly women, so?? like?? i'm just confused i was hoping lesbian meant "just women" so then i can tell myself "oh i cant be a lesbian then because i've felt attraction to nonbinary/genderfluid ppl as well who don't identify as women at all" but if the lesbian label includes that, then uh, maybe i'm? a lesbian?

but god i have felt so uncomfortable around a man who's been making me feel unsafe lately, and it's just making me wake up and realize i've never been genuinely wholeheartedly attracted to men, period. not once. i've had small fleeting little crushes but if that crush asked me out i'd say No Get The Fuck Away From Me. there was actually an instance where i had a small "crush"(?) on a male coworker when i was 18 years old for a few weeks, but then he asked me out, and i felt so disgusted and uncomfortable that i went to my car and cried. and then i had a crush on a nonbinary person years later and that felt. so. fucking good. that felt so whole and so real to me. and then i had a crush on a woman years after that and i would lie awake at night with the most pure beautiful feeling in my chest. and when they asked me out i didn't feel grossed out at all, i felt wonderful, i felt amazing, i was shaking because i was so happy

but i have never ever ever once felt that way with a man. and it makes me sad bc i spent so long calling myself bisexual but i dont think that fits me anymore and i dont think some of my family members would really love me anymore if i came out as a lesbian and i just. dont want to think about it too hard but its all i can think about. i dont want to label myself right now but i dont feel good if i dont have a label. like, i can stick with bisexual just for the sake of a label making me feel comfortable but i dont feel bisexual if that HAS to include men. does bisexual HAVE to include men, if youre a cis woman identifying as bi??? can me being bisexual be attraction ANYONE EXCEPT a man??? with just a very very very very strong preference for women????

i just wish my F/Os were real, i would just be with them and forget labels entirely and just get tf outta here. i know if my male fictional others were to come to life, it wouldnt repulse me. i've asked other lesbians "if YOUR male F/O was real and in front of you with a bouquet of flowers asking you out, would you date him" they have all said "no not at all, bc he isn't a woman. i am only attracted to him fictionally but if he were real i'd feel nothing". so like. i dunno. because if ken or plankton were real i'd feel everything.

im so sick of being here im so sick of men making inappropriate comments about my body when theyre supposed to be ppl that i trust and im so sick of wanting a girlfriend but not wanting a relationship, yearning for women but not wanting anything to do with actually dating somebody. exhausting. all of this is exhausting. am i aro am i a lesbian can i be bisexual i dont feel bisexual anymore i'm dragging that label's dead weight on my shoulders and i want to replace it i WANT a label but i dont know what my label is and im tired. i dont think my family members would accept me being a lesbian and that hurts. i tried telling my dad yesterday and he was like "no you don't know what you are, you don't have enough experience to know if you like men or not. i think you'll marry a man one day" no the idea of marriage repulses me too actually. im indifferent to sex, i dont want to get married, i dont want a relationship. but god i want a woman in my life who i can kiss and come home to and hold and ask her about her day and slow dance with in the living room. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. can barbie be real i just want to date barbie. she's human isn't she. c'mon barbie where are you girl you gotta come and rollerblade to my place so we can forget everything and be aromantic lesbians together

#vent #delete later #SORRY it is 8am i need to sleep but i cant sleep and i am spiraling a little bit ;-; #nobody has to feel obligated to read/respond i just needed to dump this somewhere!

[rphelperblog]

Jace Lightwood Wayland Herondale Quote Rp Meme

I don't want to be a man,I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."

Don’t touch my weapons without my permission."

You love each other-anyone can see that, looking at you- that kind of love that could burn the world down or raise it in glory.”

When you love someone, you dont have a choice. Love takes away your choices.”

There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.”

“Usually I'm remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day that doesn't end in y.”

If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat.”

The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it is for the conceited like me.” “

I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone ‘he was heterosexual and had low expectations.’”

“It’s a pretty wet parade already.”

It means Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'

You would do anything to save him, whatever it cost you, whatever you might owe to Hell or Heaven, would you not?”

That does it,I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas.”

If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you would have been dead as a child.”

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh.”

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially the unrequited kind.”

“To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed.”

Don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you.”

“Have a little faith.”

“To love is a contradiction.”

My hair is naturally blonde… Just for the record”

I guess it's true what they say, there are no straight men in the trenches."

Love is the most powerful force in the world. Love can do anything.”

I don't do what I'm told, but I might do what you what you want if you ask nicely.”

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.”

Keeping your clothes on? I could say I wouldn’t look but that would be a lie.”

My rapier wit hides my inner pain.”

I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe that it doesn’t apply to me.”

'It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.'

It will bring you light even among the darkest shadows of this world.

It's just this one night. In the grand scheme of things, how much can this one night matter?"

Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?"

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.”

If I wanted to lie on a couch and

complain to someone about my parents, I’d hire a psychiatrist.”

My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer.”

I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd everywhere.”

It doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you”

It’s me,Watching me play scrabble often makes women swoon. Imagine if I put in an effort.”

I'm not unhappy,Only people without a purpose are unhappy. I’ve got a purpose.”

I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.”

I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then.”

Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?”

We are meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from

the truth. That’s what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.

and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him, too."

"Theoretically the planet can crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other side, forever and tragically parted, but I'm not worried about that, either. Some things are just too unlikely to dwell upon.

Do you remember at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?"

"You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

You could have had anything else in the world and you chose me.”

Code names?I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”

Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."

“I got the wrong window at first. Gave your friend in the next cell something of a shock. Attractive fellow, what with the beard and the rags. Kind of reminds me of the street folk back home.”

"Neither does this,but I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?”

“I hate brooklyn.”

Are you sure? Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.”

You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. “

“Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.”

“That you seem to be dating my dad?You’re a little young for him, to be honest.”

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?”

Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal,whereas pasta is rarely fatal.”

"I like anyone killing things, especially me."

I should have warned her about your habit of never doing what your told.”

You do seem obsessed with my look…Could it be that you're attracted to me?"

"I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?”

“I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.”

"You may be right,I've met an attractive weasel or two in my time. He looks more like a rat.”

I've always known that about you. I don't know why I had to fall in love with someone who's more stubborn than I am.”

Nobody should get nothing on their birthday. Birthdays should be special.”

I wasn't planning to.I can't shrug anything off. My shoulder's dislocated."

"Exactly. Despite my staggering good looks , you actually don't like me that way.”

But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don’t want to want anyone but you.”

"I wish you'd stop desperately trying to get my attention like this,It's becoming embarrassing."

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.”

"You don't like 'hotstuff'? You think 'sweet cheeks' might be better? "Love crumpet'? Really? That last one's stretching it a bit. Though, technically my family is British-“

I could point out that that's not a dress, that's underwear, but I doubt it would be in my best interest."

He could bring a six-foot tall pink rabbit in a bikini back home with him if he wanted to. It’s not my business. But if you’re asking me if I’ve brought any girls back here, the answer is no. I don’t want anybody but you.”

"Well, aside from mine, of course,And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic.”

There might be a God, and there might be none, but we are all on our own.”

“Because I’m tiny, blonde, and look good in pigtails? “

Despite everything, I can’t bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other.”

If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliche?”

"You're not happy to see me, then? I have to say, I'm surprised. I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells.”

Sometimes I dream you're gone,I keep wondering when you'll figure out how much better you could do and leave me.”

My eyes are usually described as golden… and luminous.”

Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.”

I can’t believe he took you to an actual restaurant. I assumed his idea of a date would be making you watch him play World of Warcraft with his nerd friends.”

Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

#open to all #open to anyone #open rp #ask meme #open meme #open to anybody #ask prompt #rp meme #roleplay meme #memes #open shadowhunters roleplay #cassandra clare #jace herondale #jace lightwood #jace wayland #cassandra clare rp #shadowhunters rp #shadowhunters starter #rp musing #roleplay musings #dominic sherwood #mortal instruments rp #mortal instruments #ya books #book rp meme

[prttydolls]

for remembrance . . .

summary : enemy!draco used your bra strap as a bracelet during class.

warnings : BEWARE BAD SMUT!!!

author note : i hate this, im sorry im not tagging anyone in this fic im too ashamed . i will never open this EVER. lmk if this id bad ill gladly delete it WITH no hesitation

deep down, you know you shouldn't do this.

you shouldnt fuck your enemy, your father loathed the malfoys and the malfoys loathed them too.

so why did you even ended up in this mess with their heir, draco malfoy?

maybe it was his smile, his charming smirk, his gorgeous platinum blonde hair.

whatever the reason that made you sleep with him, you'd hide it from your family and keep it to yourself until you pass.

-

you were patrolling around the other side of the castle, you were extra cautious around the area since it was known people put traps as ‘harmless’ pranks.

you may wonder who even set up these traps? why the mischievous slytherins ofcourse.

they dont want anyone outside from their house to encounter them so they protected their common room entrance.

you saw many visible strings, trip wires.

for fuck sakes, all you wanted to do was to patrol the area and be done with it.

you were almost about to leave the area when suddenly you feel someone behind you holding your hips.

“you couldn't really get enough of me can you?”

his voice. the very voice that kept praising, degrading you that night.

a light pink shade crept up onto your cheeks, both of you were dangerously close.

“im not coming here for you.. im just patrolling the area so i could get off my shift malfoy.” you hissed, he didn't look pleased with your sudden response. “oh really? so you didn't come to be that other night to fu-”

you quickly turned to face him and plant your finger onto his lips to shush him “shut the fuck up! i dont want ANYONE to know what we even- did... that was a one time thing.” you whispered hastily. Draco didn't respond all he did was look at you with lust in his eyes, his blue-greyish eyes shining in the moon light.

he didn't say a word.

all he did was plant his lips onto yours and place his arms on your hips, you didn't even protest but kiss him back with passion.

you both knew this was wrong both of your parents loathed each other. Something was just pulling you two together to do this sinful activity with one another.

before you knew it, you were being carried by draco whilst he was kissing you harder than ever. you noticed where he was going, how his feet completely walked perfectly without stepping on the traps and all.

all you could focus now was draco, and him only.

-

here you are Infront of your biggest enemy, half naked- he looks at you as if you were his prey.

clothes scattered across the room, just one undergarment you left on.

your lacy black bra.

you sat on the bed, being a patient girl you are. You acted quite fiesty in public, but in private you were very submissive for him.

“may i take this off sweetheart?” he asked, his voiced laced with sweetness [ a/n : pls- does that even make sense ?? ]

you nodded at his request, “ah-ah, i need a verbal answer.” he said as he ran his finger on your jawline, his touch sent shivers down your spine.

“yes, yes you can draco.”

he smirked at your obedience. ”good girl.”

he slowly unhooked your bra and before throwing it somewhere across the room he stared at it wickedly.

you started feeling shy, you were really into this. whats worst is your naked, infront of YOUR enemy.

“awh, why'd go quiet pretty girl?”

“i- draco we shouldn't do this..” you muttered. “oh shush, as long as no one finds out were both good okay?.. unless you dont feel comfortable i truly understan—” you pulled draco in for a kiss to shut his trap up, "i want this, i want you draco. i just- dont know what would my parents and your parents would-”

draco understood what you were saying, you didnt need to ramble just to explain it. he quickly pulled you back in the kiss, even more deeper than before.

tounges dancing in sync, mouths colliding with one another. it felt amazing, dracos lips against yours.

you were busy making out with him, you didn't even realise he had been slowly inserting himself inside of you.

all you could think about now was this man, thrusting himself into you in and out.

you chanted his name, "draco, draco, draco. don't stop-" you moaned.

“im not planning to, ill make sure you are fucking full with my cum got it?” you nodded desprately at him, you were so close. both of you were.

his thrust became more faster, he seemed so eager to cum.

he switched postions with you, now you were on his bed. the same bed he masturbates in and thinks of you at the middle of the night, such sinful things were running around his mind.

draco took a look at you, after moaning and groaning your name, he never realised you looked so beautiful. just so perfect.

“shit- draco..im close please—“ you pleaded, “i know baby, cum with me.”

as you both stained dracos bed sheets with eachothers substance (ew wtf i cannot.)

after that, you couldn't remember anything. you blacked out.

-

you woke up in your room, the ray of sunlight beaming onto your (skin color). you couldn't remember anything, it only took a braincell to recollect what happened last night.

draco.

draco? holy shit- you did it again with him!

you secretly hoped draco forgot all about it, and put it behind for the day or maybe even the rest of his life.

but that wasn't your main concern, you had a really important charms exam.

-

you really cannot concentrate right now, you heard the clock was ticking loudly and the time was almost up. you were stuck on nunber 79. you just couldn't anymore, you forgot everything that was learnt, but thats impossible you were the smartest in charms (except hermione granger.) it was like your mind was distracted?

until something caught your eye, it was dracos arm. there was something new about it.

a piece of fabric, that seemed familiar.

it was your bra strap that you wore yesterday.

"draco why are you wearing that?!”

“i just need it for remembrance.”

taglist is not needed for this poor excuse of a fic.

#bye #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfiction #draco fic #tw bad smut #— {🐚} her work's ! #i wanna kill myself while posting this haha

[freebooter4ever]

Hey thanks I thought I was the only one who didn’t like the joke. Everyone laughed yuck

Ahhhhh yeah :/ i thought the joke was definitely funny, but with that harsh twinge of sadness at just how normalized and accepted this sort of sexism STILL is.

' i was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes, i get older but your lovers stay my age '

And its not necessarily a damnation of the man himself - obviously rami is a favorite of mine but i dont think hes ever dated anyone over 30 and is veering towards jake and leo disease too, and i still think rami is one of the most brilliant character narrative builders in the business currently - but its a damnation of a culture that treats romantic partners not as equals but as disposable play things with an expiration date. Look, i got flirted with by much older guys in pittsburgh all the time - usually it was cute, they were friendly, very complimentary and flattering about it, and they never treated it seriously or asked me out. Then i came to LA and the difference was night and day. Older (rich) men here feel entitled to younger women in a way that is frankly scary - at one point in a bar when a guy in his 60s was hitting on me my muscular male friend had to physically step between us and scare the guy off to get him to go away.

And it doesn't help that im sort of in the 'one of the guys' category, so i've heard the way these super rich dudes talk about the models they date behind their back while hanging with 'the guys', and, ugh, its not nice. I will say one thing for sports dudes - i imagine guys like ja*gr have way more respect for young women who are passionate about health and fitness than computer science executives.

But there's negatives in the sports world too - yall know how much i adore taylor. But even i recognize that she's not 'sports bro hot' - she doesn't have silicone, her make up is understated, she doesn't have that social media defined 'hotness' that sports fan dudes expect their sports heroes to date. So while i was naively scrolling insta looking for cute snapshots of taylor and travis being all lovey dovey at the end of the game, a good half the comments were men complaining about her. Saying they cant understand why travis is dating someone so old, that she will never be able to give him kids, that she's already showing her age (both of them are 34 btw). So far travis seems to ignore these types of comments but it would be hard to judge him for giving into peer pressure because this stuff is just so prevelant and exhausting.

And it does effect us older women - while i was dating Pilot Boy i was absolutely hyper aware of the fact that here is this rich, handsome, successful, and extremely smart guy dating beneath him. Like we bonded over being literally the same age - we had mutual friends in college without even knowing it. But i was always questioning like what does this guy see in me - why isn't he dating a gorgeous 25 year old whose only goal in life is to live on the beach with him??? Like he was honestly more the type of dude i would be friends with while he dates hotter women, lol. So i really was not surprised when he ended things (i was mostly sad that we couldnt stay friends and continue geeking out on airplanes and history together LOL), it just felt like it made sense, of course he wouldn't be serious about me, a guy like him should be dating a fresh, youthful, less bitter and cynical 25 yr old blonde. Six years in LA and this is just the pattern i see repeating itself over and over.

And im the romantic - when i fall in love its ALL in. Usually it's personality, usually its intellectual - that comfort in finding someone who just understands how you think. I love being so close to someone that you know them better than yourself, that you can communicate wordlessly. Shared humor, shared experience. As i age im learning that i actually dont pay much attention to the signs of aging when it comes to attraction - who notices wrinkles when what you're in love with is that look in their eye when they smile at you? The mental connection between romantic partners is the most important for me in my book. For me this typically means someone within the ten year range plus or minus - though i prefer it even within a five year age gap.

#But i also really feel for the women because when i was 22 i got myself into a relationship with a man a decade older #Who only valued me for my youth and tight skin #And even back then no matter how much in love i was (and i have since deleted all the posts but even after he dumped me i was still #coming on this blog sighing about how much i loved and missed him) #The feeling of being only valued for your youth was still skeevy to me #In the back of my mind i knew that this was a trait i was eventually going to lose because everyone ages #And i was not confident enough to think i would ever have any value beyond Young #And thats not to say there are not relationships with age gaps that are healthy - there totally are look at ally and justin they ARE love #Its just a very specific type of relationship where the older partner keeps dating younger and younger and only values youth #that creeps me out #And in our culture that narrative usually is an older man with a younger woman and i tend to side with the woman #THE GOOD NEWS is if you notice in the clips and gifs it looks like the younger guys on the pens are laughing a lot less than the old guard #i think the newer generation - the dudes in their 20s are starting to realize how shallow all this is and that things are changing #and that the generation of women after me will deal with a lot less pressure #At least i hope!!! #Jrnlsht #Sorry this got long

[marygodwin-bsd]

Rating members of the Port Mafia based on nothing but my own vibes (I haven't seen all of season 3)

This is a part 2. ill post a part 3 with the guild if i wannaaaa and maybe even a pt 4 for some stragglers

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

3/10 for that lung capacity bro ok real talk his design is alright i give it 7/10 I wish atsushi had kept his black streak so they could be more yin/yan but whatever- he kinda looks like he's trying too hard. I shall throw him a 8/10 for that trauma he's holding onto and how desperate he is for dazai's attention that he THROWS HIMSELF OFF A BRIDGE THING anyways voice fits him so 8/10, the ninja suit thing he wears of rashouman when he's fighting Fitzgerald is 10/10 top tier i ENJOY VERY MUCH thank you overall he gets 7/10

Higuchi Ichiyo

oh girl. oh GIRL. 5/10 on her thing with akutagawa because idk if it was me but i couldnt tell she was in love with him like at all... anyways her whole look is basic but effective and does the job so 7/10 on that, 10/10 on her loyalty i like that and also her being basic-looking but that plays into why shes so good at her job??? ok overall 8/10

Chuuya Nakahara

10/10 on looks, we know that, he's not the one I simp for (my heart belongs to Kunikida) but out of all the port mafia dudes this one is a good pic. COOL BACKSTORY 9/10. 8/10 for looks bc he actually looks like a mafia dude who watches mafia movies and despite the weird hair I am kinda into it all the colors go really well im sorry for the abuse from dazai i would throw him a bone but hes already high sooo overall 9/10 because I like the hair but objectively its a weird half mullet

Kōyo Ozaki

9/10 for how much she wants to protect Kyouka. Love her fit, 10/10, gives the perfect vibes and she's probably difficult to animate and I have a lot of respect for it,the umbrella is great. 5/10 for the atsushi abuse. I don't have much to say at this point other than that overall, 7/10

Motojiro Kajii

Ok looks are 4/10 he looks like melanie martinez's ex idk his name but also his vibes are like VECTOR from despicable me???? so 6/10 for that its amusing ANYWAYS. The fact that lemons and grenades make lemonade is a 10/10. the sass he gave Nathaniel Hawthorne was 7/10. the way he talked to Yosano gets him 4/10 overall, 7/10 on average and hes ok I don't dislike him

Rando

I cannot find a gif.

He is fantastic and gorgeous and i love him 10/10 on both how COOL his ability looks and how PRETTY he is. love him. but 4/10 for the chuuya abuse. overall 7/10 we dont know a lot about him

Kyusaku Yumeno

Looks are........ 7/10. very effective and cool but looks like HELL to draw and i don't really like that. the optimal thing would be black and white, but atsushi and akutagawa are black and white, so they gave them brown and purple???? and a weird hat to denote femininity??? I know the point is that no one can tell their gender I'm just saying the hat is unnecesary. Ability is so 9/10 and the resilience is 10/10 because COOL. Tbh i don't actually like how they act so 5/10 on personality i guess but overall 8/10 for coolness

Elise

MY BABY GIRL 10/10 for the SASS she gives- I know she doesnt TECHNICALLY count bc shes the result of an ability but I love her and i need her to STAB MO- this isnt about mori im sorry anyways moving on. design is 10/10 effective easy to draw and aesthetically pleasing with colors. dress is relatively conservative and she stands out against everyone else bc to my knowledge shes the only blond besides Higuchi. 10/10 because i love her and i need more elise content of her being rude to mori bc he deserves every roast and i need her to hit him

Gin Akutagawa

Giiiiiiin baby is 8/10 with the design both ways are effective, she looks great either way. I know very little about her but shes a badass and 7/10 for being the less intense sibling I don't know much about her but she gets an overall 7/10

Michizo Tachihara

10/10 for having the same english voice actor as Ban from SDS. 6/10 for his design, i'm sorry, it doesn't stand out and at first glance I was shocked because i thought he was Junchiro double crossing the ADA.... on his own he's okay but his design doesn't really... tell us anything? although to be FAIR, he basically never shows up so he doesnt have to tell us anything. 4/10 for never being there even though he's super cool overall 6/10 because "I hate to say it i really hate to say it idk who this man is"

Ryuro Hirotsu

Okay... 9/10 for that design, I like it, good old rich guy persona. 4/10 for the fact every time he snaps it bothers me because he's wearing gloves and that doesnt work that way. 7/10 for the voice its aight. 6/10 for how few times i've seen him so far? but hes around more than Tachihara so points for that. 8/10 and y'all know why

Mori Ogai

ugh, gods... THIS DUDE..... 0/10 for his taste in women. 8/10 for his design because he looks like he's copying dracula to try and gain control but its not working so its effective. 3/10 for the dazai abuse. 2/10 for the yosano abuse ive heard about but not seen. 7/10 for his real life counterpart having a daughter and that daughter invented yaoi and im not into yaoi but thats pretty cool?? overall 4/10 because his whole..... everything sucks? but at least he looks okay and he has a character and hes not 1 dimensional.

pt 1 here pt 3 here pt 4 here

#bsd akutagawa #higuchi ichiyo #koyo ozaki #motojirou kajii #rando bsd #bsd yumeno #kyusaku yumeno #bsd elise #gin akutagawa #mori ougai #tachihara michizou #bsd hirotsu #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd higuchi #bsd ozaki kouyou #bsd kajii #bsd gin #bsd mori #bsd tachihara

[theslay3d]

Jason Grace x sister!reader where the 7 meet her and she’s like cool and everything and they just think she’s awesome (maybe she does a cool sport like snowboarding)

Jason Grace x Sister!reader

Gender:Female

Warnings:none

Word count:1001

A/N this went in whole different direction HAHAH also i’m trying to get to all the asks my wifi is just not slaying btw had to upload this on my phone tumblr on my computer WONT SLAY

You were a Roman demigod. Daughter of Jupiter to be exact. You thought you might have been Greek because a satyr found you and brought you to camp half blood but the whole place felt off. It felt like you weren't supposed to be there. Which might be true as you still haven't gotten claimed and were older than thirteen.

Plus the Hero’s that usually help people into camp weren't even there; they were at the roman camp visiting friends. So there you were at camp in the Hermes cabin alone, well not physically as there were lots of hermes kids and unclaimed demigods but you felt alone.

Another thing is that before your life went to all of this craziness you did ballet. The one thing that helped you with everything and you couldn't even do it at the camp. Chrion was nice but you still haven't told him you felt like you weren't supposed to be there but you guessed he probably already knew.

Now you were outside on the dock even though you felt uneasy around all the water it was the only place to be alone. Plus the harpies wouldn’t come all the way out here. You didn't even notice you were crying until it hit you hand. You didn't want to cry, it seemed that's all you've been doing lately.

You closed your eyes and sighed breathing in the air around you. Then you heard a creak on the dock and quickly turned around to see who it was. It was Nico? You've heard of him at camp but havent seen him the whole time. “Hi?” you said to him with a questioning tone wondering what he was doing out here. “Hello” He replied back and sat near you but with a few feet in between you too.

“You're not supposed to be here” He broke the silence with that sentence. In your mind it kind of sound like a threat but you guessing its just because of what people say about him. He did look scary but also just emo. He looked like a kid too but you probably shouldn't say that out loud.

“I think your right”

“I know I am your roman not greek”

You tilted your head a little at him. How did he know that? The whole greek roman thing confused you anyway. “The roman camp is in California right?” You asked him. “Yes I can't really shadow travel you there but you can drive there” He replied back.

Your eyes widened driving? No thanks. “I'm guessing you dont like driving”. “No but can't I just…take a bus or something?”

“If you want to get attacked by monsters the whole time than be my guest”

You were thinking of ways to get there when Nico suggested that Argus drive you. That seemed good so you said that. Nico left shortly afterwards and you went back to your cabin or well the Hermes cabin.

***Next day***

You packed the small things you had which were mostly extra clothes and ballet stuff. You talked to Chrion about what Nico said and he agreed that you should go to the roman camp. After a few hours you were finally on the way. Nico decided to come too along with his boyfriend Will.

You were behind them in the van spinning your ring which turned into a sword. You didn't know where you got it from. It just ended up in your bag one day.

It took so long to get there but you were near the roman camp. Argus wouldn't take you directly but he dropped you about a mile away. You walked with Nico and Will in silence. “Thank you” You said to Nico.

“For what?”

“For telling me and taking me here”

It went silent after that until you made it to the camp. A blonde guy was standing there waiting for us, you guessed. You already had a guess who your godly parent was but once you stepped into camp it was confirmed. You were claimed by Jupiter immediately. It was weird to be claimed so quickly but who cares.

The blonde guy Jason turned his head to you. “Your a child of jupiter”

“Guess so” You smiled a little awkwardly. The camp was gorgeous. There were so many things everywhere your mind was going a little crazy.

You didn't know that Jason was also a child of Jupiter until he told you. Guess you have a sibling now? That was weird to think about you were always alone so having a sibling was weird. Jason took you on a tour as Nico and Will went off on their own things. You guys talked for a little bit getting to know each other but it still was awkward.

He took you to the dining hall(tbh i forgot where they ate at…ehhh au time!) There were so many people there and he led you to a table close to the corner. There were fewer people there, only about eight people. You and Jason both sat down and all the heads turned to you. “Guys, meet my sister, daughter of Jupiter.”

Most of their eyes widened until one girl must have noticed how scared you looked and quickly reached out her hand. “Hi im Hazel daughter of Pluto nice to meet you” You shook her hand and told her your name and then the rest of them introduced themselves.

So these were the heroes of olympus. You were kind of intimated but they all seemed nice especially Hazel you kind of stuck near her and Jason the whole time.

You guys all talked about stuff until you brought up that you did ballet and they all seemed interested in that. “Can you teach me?” The look-alike elf boy Leo asked. “I mean i can try”

They all thought you were so cool even though they were the ones that saved the world. They got excited over the simplest of things like ballet.

#jason grace fanfiction #jason grace x you #jason grace x reader #hero’s of olympus #hazel levesque #percy jackson #daughter of jupiter #leo valdez

[born-to-lose]

higirlie 💞🍻🫂 some devils bells q’s

whtd do devils bells look like? does anyone call jack jd? (i will b calling him jd bc i already “know” a jack n she is ummmm well she will get jealous (half joke)(dont ask)) how does jd feel about being the youngest in the band? whts liz family life like? wht do they all prefer 2 drink? who has the grossest pizza order? wht r all of their pizza orders? wht r their stage shows like? 

will come back w more questions in a few 💞🫂🍻

What do Devil's Bells look like?

Oh boy I don't have a hyperspecific description where I could give you pictures of people who look like them, but I have a vague idea as of now

Liz: straight layered long golden blonde hair with bangs (once dyed the tips pink in a motel sink), rosy skin, the shortest in the band (about 5'4"), medium to chubby with curves, dresses like an 80s glam rocker with fringed jackets, leopard pants etc

Jack: messy shoulder-length black dyed hair with light brown roots growing out but he always re-dyes them before they're too visible, very pale skin, a bit taller than Liz, quite skinny, usually wears band shirts and ripped jeans

Phil: wavy strawberry blonde hair, fair olive skin, the tall lanky guy in the band (slightly below 6'3"), rather thin but still has muscle from his work as a drummer, wears loose half unbuttoned shirts with the sleeves rolled up

Antonio: long curly dark brown hair, tan skin, tall and kinda brawny but a little shorter than Phil, some muscle but not too much, classic outfit is shirtless with a vest or graphic tees

Does anyone call Jack JD?

They all called him JD at some point, but unlike with most other things, Liz is the only one not allowed to call him that. He's completely fine with the other guys because it's "a bro nickname, not a pet name" and even if they're not exclusive, he wants to keep some sort of special treatment with her and call each other pet names

How does JD feel about being the youngest in the band?

Even if his bandmates treat him like the band baby sometimes, they only do it ironically (except Liz, she takes care of him as much as she can when needed). They see him as an equal, although, being the eldest, Antonio does try to have some kind of a not exactly parental role but be someone to give advice when Jack asks for it and keeps an eye on him if necessary. He sometimes feels a bit weird about being the youngest, but overall he doesn't really care because he's also an adult, just a few years younger than the rest and he's never left out by any of them

What's Liz's family life like?

It's actually not bad! The only one who has serious problems with his family is Jack and to some extent Phil, but it's more of an indifferent relationship than a feud. Liz's relationship with her father is complicated since he had a bunch of abusive or manipulative moments while other times he was indifferent and just ignored the fact she existed and other times he was friendly but never as close as she and her mother are. Her mom used to be overly careful when she was younger, but when she turned 18 she let loose a bit and trusted her enough to not get into trouble. She has a good relationship with her four years older sister and attended her first concerts with her. Both her parents weren't too fond of her travelling on her own because they considered her too young, but she promised to come back and start working after a six month break (which she obviously broke later on). The moment she called to tell them she had formed a band, they were sceptical and still are when they have some small local successes, but eventually they came to terms with it because she does what she's always wanted to do, she found really good friends in her bandmates and she visits her family regularly

What do they all prefer to drink?

Jack loves whiskey (he literally named himself after it c'mon), Liz likes gin, Phil drinks pretty much anything but mostly wine, Antonio usually takes some alcohol free drink like cola or energy drinks or even a non-alcoholic beer

Who has the grossest pizza order?

Jack unironically eats pineapple on pizza, which makes Antonio want to strangle him every time so they eventually just decide to get margherita for everyone or eat something completely else (I'll admit I have eaten pineapple on pizza before and enjoyed it)

What are all of their pizza orders?

Liz: tonno e cipolla; Jack: Hawaiian pizza; Phil: quattro formaggi; Antonio: pizza spinaci

What are their stage shows like?

They don't have bombastic stage shows yet since the only gigs they get are at small clubs, but they do try to entertain the audience as much as they can with the means available. Liz usually does something with her bandmates like mic sharing with Jack, resting her arm on Antonio's shoulder, doing the presenting pose at Phil during drum solos etc. She also gets on her knees and crawls on the floor sometimes, eye fucks and winks at certain people because that's one of the best ways to get the attention of the audience. And of course they throw their picks into the crowd (but not drumsticks since they're too broke to give everything away) and hang out at the club afterwards to chat and sometimes even sign stuff when people approach them and want to be "among the first to have met Devil's Bells"

#KISSING YOU KISSING YOU KISSING YOU KISSING YOU #ask #zigmentality #barbi #devil's bells

[ratdoeswriting]

youll get him back

Summary:  Morse had done foolish things before, on several occasions, often running alone into whatever half formed theory he had, and Jakes or Thursday usually found him bleeding, but mostly okay. Jakes used to be annoyed whenever he did this, thinking it a waste of time, but now he feels much the way he imagines Mrs Thursday does every time her husband leaves each morning.

Pairing: peter jakes/endeavour morse, fred thursday/win thursday

Warning: graphic depictions of violence, canon typical violence, murder,  descriptions of murder

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: this is crossposted on AO3 and my main blog under the same title - im working n a follow up piece but dont hold ur breath xoxo 

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Morse had done foolish things before, on several occasions, often running alone into whatever half formed theory he had, and Jakes or Thursday usually found him bleeding, but mostly okay. Jakes used to be annoyed whenever he did this, thinking it a waste of time, but now he feels much the way he imagines Mrs Thursday does every time her husband leaves each morning.

The thing is, Morse was good at talking. He could explain obscure classical references in layman’s terms, in a way that meant Jakes didn't have to listen to any bloody opera to solve a case - which he was always thankful for. At first he had thought it was condescending, some young bloke lording his knowledge over the lowly Cowley coppers, but when he got to know Morse, really got to know him, he realised that Morse had a genuine interest in this, that all this music really meant something to him. In a way, it meant something to Jakes too now, seeing as most nights he fell asleep with Morse’s records on quietly in the background.

Morse was good at talking about nothing too. Peter couldn’t count the number of times he had found Morse after he had run off, hands up and definitely scared, though not in any real danger because he just kept talking, a steady stream of thoughts and theories about this and that, distracting the suspect long enough that Jakes could cuff them.

This killer though, the way he killed, seemingly without mercy and with no signs of stopping, he wasn’t the type to be talked down.

It was a rough case. The only good thing about it was that no children were involved. The list of bad things gave Jakes a headache; the long and the short of it was that young men were being viciously beaten and then strangled, and they were all found in some remote expanse of fields on the outskirts of Oxford. That would have been enough to put anyone on edge, but the only thing that seemed to connect the victims was their appearance - tall, slim, blonde academic types.

Dr DeBryn had always been something of a rock to the younger officers, always calm and collected, even in the face of danger, but it seemed that the good doctor was shaken by this one. After the first autopsy, Jakes and Morse had gone to see Max; and the latter pair had looked like they were about to pass out - their expressions grim, their already pale skin almost sickly, and both shaking so much that Peter reckoned he could feel it through the floor. He likely wasn’t doing much better - the body on DeBryn’s table looked a little too much like Morse.

“This young man went through… quite the ordeal. Knife wounds and blunt force trauma all over his body, both sustained over several hours, and if you look here,” Max pointed to the victims fingertips and ears, “you can see the beginnings of frostbite setting in.”

Jakes nodded, glancing at Morse to make sure he was still upright before asking, “What about these bruises, on his wrist?”

“Yes, he has them on his ankles too, which indicates he was tied to the arms and legs of a chair, and you can see from the angle of the bruising on his neck that the killer was taller than him whilst he was sat down. What doesn’t make sense, though, is that there are multiple ligature bruises. It could mean that he was brought to the brink of death multiple times, but I suspect that the killer simply wasn’t strong enough to do it in one.”

Thursday went alone to the second autopsy, which was for the best because the killer had escalated to cutting out his victims tongues, and Morse would definitely have collapsed had he seen that. The third and fourth were the same as the second, the cuts were deeper and bruises bloomed over more pale skin, but ultimately they were the same.

At ten o'clock the morning after the fourth body had been found, Morse was surrounded by Jakes, Thursday, Trewlove, Strange and Bright who were all trying to convince him to stay with another officer at all times.

“These are very clearly crimes of passion.” Morse snapped, slamming the newspaper onto his desk. Strange and Trewlove looked taken aback by his outburst, but Jakes just rolled his eyes, used to Morse’s dramatics.

Morse stood, planting both hands on the desk as he continued. “Likely someone has been wronged - or lied to, hence the tongues - and is going after men who look like the guilty party. I don’t know if you’ve ever actually been to Oxford, but ninety percent of the male population look like the victims; the chances of me personally being targeted are so microscopically small that it would be a waste of manpower to have somebody protecting me instead of searching for the killer.” Morse all but shouted before storming out, his coat billowing behind him.

Morse had become restless after the second murder - people had made the connection between the victims and started hovering around Morse. He didn’t like people fussing over him when he had been shot, so, what with the amount of attention he was getting now, it was really no surprise that Morse had done a runner, Jakes was only surprised it took this long.

That didn’t mean Jakes was happy about it.

He was, however, less happy to find out that Morse had been snatched off the street, in broad daylight, not fifteen minutes after leaving the station.

They’d had multiple calls from witnesses and it didn’t take long to put two and two together, which was all well and good, but they still couldn’t work out where the men were actually being killed. Trewlove had been coordinating searches of all buildings surrounding the fields, to no avail, so their only option was to split up and search buildings further afield until they found Morse.

It was freezing. In reality, Jakes knew that was because it was in the middle of winter, but he couldn’t help feeling as if the real reason he was shivering so violently as he sprinted across the field was the mind numbing fear that this time he would be too late. Or too slow, because despite the fact he was running fast enough to give him a stitch, the rundown barn he was trying to reach didn’t seem to be any closer than it was two minutes ago. He had always reached Morse before he came to any serious harm - he almost laughed when he realised that being shot or drugged no longer constituted ‘serious harm’, at least not when it came to Morse - this time though, this time his Morse could be killed and he’s not sure he’s ready to deal with that possibility.

His shirt was completely soaked with sweat when he eventually reached the building - if you could even call it that. The doors were crooked, barely hanging on; there were panels missing from all of the walls, and the one that were still holding on were more rot than anything else. There were tyre tracks leading from the doors away and cross the field - how the fuck did I miss them? - and in the cold glow of dusk he could see spots of dried blood painting a trail pointing towards what would no doubt reveal Peter’s worst nightmares come true.

There were footsteps behind him, likely uniforms who were only now catching up, but he didn’t turn to check - he just needed to find Morse, he just needed to move, but his joints had locked into place and he couldn’t find it in himself to push open the doors. At least not until he heard someone cry out over the sound of his laboured breathing.

He couldn’t stand there any longer and with a sudden surge of adrenaline, he yanked the door open and rushed inside.

For a moment it seemed that everything was moving all at once - Peter was still hurtling towards the centre of the barn, the unis behind him were cocking their guns, the killer was scrabbling for a weapon and there, bloody, but mostly okay, was Morse.

The next moment was deathly still. Jakes stopped a few feet from where Morse was tied to rickety wooden chair and inhaled sharply at how terrible he really looked: his hair was matted with sweat and blood, his eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot, his skin as pale as the day he saw the first body and bruises almost as dark as the circles under his eyes after a long case.

“Do not come any closer or I will kill him.”

The unexpectedly feminine voice drew Jakes’ gaze upwards, where, standing behind Morse, holding a knife tightly against his neck, was a young woman.

“There are multiple ligature bruises. I suspect that the killer simply wasn’t strong enough to do it in one.”

“These are very clearly crimes of passion.”

Jakes could have smacked himself for not realising sooner that they were looking for a woman. Instead he raised his hands, signalling to the officers behind him to stand down.

“Alright, okay. No one else needs to get hurt, okay?” He hadn’t realised he was moving towards Morse until the girl waved the knife at him and he froze.

Looks really could be deceiving - Jakes reckons he should be used to that by now, what with Morse, but there was something about this girl that threw him off balance. Not necessarily because she was a woman, he thinks, more because there was something decidedly innocent about her. She was young, probably Morse’s age, though she looked much younger. Her hair was shoulder length and the dark curls bounced as she shook with rage; her pale yellow dress looked like a massacre in early spring, as did her coat which was discarded on some old equipment. Her eyes are what really threw Jakes off - a sort of unhinged sadness desperately looking for a way out that no one, especially not someone that young, should ever feel.

“None of the men you killed already are the one you really want, are they, miss?” Jakes said, hoping he sounded calmer than he felt, though his shaking hands gave him away.

She seemed momentarily distracted, as if she wasn’t about to kill a policeman, as if she was remembering a happier time.

“No, I suppose not.” She laughed humourlessly, a few tears falling to the ground. “No, no one can quite live up to my Jamie. He always knew just what to say to me. It’s a shame he had another girl on the go - we could’ve been awfully happy.”

There was a door on the opposite end of the barn, and over the girl’s shoulder Jakes could see Thursday creeping through it.

“I thought he was going to ask me to marry him - I was going to be Mrs Sarah Jones. I went to his house and I was trying to calm myself down - worked myself into a right flap, I had. But,” she took a deep breath, “as I was about to go and knock, the door opened and some… leggy tart came out, draping herself all over my Jamie.” The girl - Sarah - was getting agitated again and so was Jakes. Morse looked bloody terrified and he had the strangest notion to call out and tell Thursday to get a fucking move on.

“He didn’t even apologise. Merely told me to pack my things by the end of the week. I had a sudden urge to do the women of Oxford a favour and make sure they couldn't get hurt like I did.” Sarah was still smiling, but it was more sinister now and time seemed to slow giving Jakes plenty of time to watch as everything went spectacularly wrong.

Sarah pressed the knife against the side of Morse’s neck just as Thursday reached her and began to pull her back. Morse looked at Jakes, all doe eyed and teary, and all Jakes could do was look on in static horror as Sarah drew a line of blood that immediately cascaded crimson onto Morse’s already ruined shirt.

Jakes isn’t sure he’ll ever forget the sound Morse made - weak and broken, slicing right through his heart.

He moved on autopilot; if anyone asked he couldn't have said with any certainty how he got Morse untied, but he wasn’t really concerned about that. Peter used one hand to support the back of Morse’s neck and pressed the palm of the other firmly over the cut. Almost immediately, blood started seeping through his fingers, and Morse’s whimpering went up an octave, his eyes were glassy and unfocused, gazing vaguely at the other coppers who were standing around as if Morse wasn’t bleeding out.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get a fucking ambulance!?” He shouted over his shoulder. Morse flinched and Jakes turned back to him, ignoring the sound of now-moving heavy boots behind him.

“Morse, you need to stay awake.” Jakes pressed harder against the wound, trying to ignore the blood that was rolling down his wrist and soaking into his cuffs in favour of adjusting his hold on Morse’s neck as his head lolled and he fell silent, causing Peter’s panic returned anew. It was careless, what with the number of people so close to them, but Jakes couldn't help stroking his thumb across the cold skin of Morse’s jaw.

“Morse? Morse, come on open your eyes.” Peter was only rewarded with a feeble fluttering of his lashes, just as they had on their last day off: the sun had peered over the horizon and Jakes had kissed Morse awake, running his hand through golden curls and in return Morse had blinked up at him, grinning sleepily.

“Come on, Dev. Open your eyes for me, please?” This time he didn’t get a response at all. “Please, love?” Peter isn’t quite sure if anyone heard his voice crack. He’s not sure he cares.

It seemed an age before the ambulance arrived and when it did, Thursday had to bodily drag Jakes away. He was vaguely aware that, at some point, everyone except himself, Thursday and Morse had left - which was probably for the best.

“He’ll be alright.” Thursday said quietly, as if Jakes was a frightened animal. “Always is - he’s a stubborn bastard. Won’t let something like this stop him.”

Jakes didn’t really listen, too preoccupied with trying to light his cigarette. The matches were taken out of his hand, and he didn’t look up until he was exhaling the first lungful of smoke. Thursday pressed the pack back into Peter’s hands, guiding him out to the car, and in an almost characteristic display of kindness and acceptance, he handed Jakes his hanky to clean up with.

“You’ll get him back, Peter.”

#itv endeavour #peter jakes #endeavour morse #hurt/comfort #human disaster endeavour morse #seriously he needs to be supervised #hes an idiot but hes jakes' idiot #theyre in an established relationship #not that youd know #lmk if i need to tag anything else #ratwrites

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#ed and stede dont know what they mean to each other until its too late and they both get the wrong idea cuz they never told each other

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#5

“you can’t keep doing this. you can’t keep lying to yourself.” ironwidow! bonus points if it’s post cacw angst haha

Hey Liv <3 of course you would pick this one lolol, you know that post cacw is your area of expertise not mine, so here's my take on it. Hope it hits you in the feels.

more sacred romantic moments prompts here

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skirting a lie, dancing on the verge of a truth

Tony rubbed his eyes. This conversation was going in circles, and he wasn’t getting any younger. In fact, he felt like he’d aged half a decade since picking up the phone.

“Look, Secretary,” he said with a heavy sigh. “You can keep looking all you’d like, but you’re not gonna find her. Once Romanoff is gone, she’s gone.”

“If she does make contact.” Ross sounded aggravated. “You’ll get in touch straight away?”

“There’s no point in asking me that.” Tony tried to swallow his resentment. “I’m the last person she wants to see.”

“But if she does turn up,” Ross pushed.

Tony’s patience was worn down by the headache that throbbed in his temples. “Doesn’t the Secretary of State have better things to do than chasing down one rogue spy halfway across the world?”

“She’s an international fugitive!” Ross interjected, but Tony ignored him.

“That can’t be good for your heart.” Tony didn’t have the self restraint to stop himself from being snide. “Especially so soon after your triple bypass. Shouldn’t you be lying down or something? In fact I’m calling it – you take care now Secretary.” He didn’t wait for Ross to reply before he ended the call.

He heaved another sigh and got up from his seat. That phone call took years off his life. Talking with Ross was bad for his health. He needed coffee. Or alcohol.

He ambled through the now-empty corridors of the compound. Not too long ago they were filled with the sounds of his teammates, but now, an accusation was all that echoed in their silence. At the sight of the kitchen door, he was assaulted by the memory of that first conversation about the Accords. The moment it all went downhill.

He pushed open the door and was assaulted by a gun pushed in his face.

“Woah!” He sprang back from the young blonde woman who gripped it. Behind her – Natasha. Sitting at the table. In the adrenaline rush he forgot that he was mad at her.

“Who are you?” He demanded his assailant. To Natasha: “What are you doing here? What the hell is going on?”

“Yelena, put the gun down,” Natasha said in an impassive tone.

In a fluid motion the attacker lifted her hands in a “surrender” pose and flipped the gun to point straight up, her finger away from the trigger. Though Tony didn’t doubt she could find it with magnetic precision in a heartbeat.

She spoke with a Russian accent, but the indifferent way with which she spoke reminded him of Natasha. “I’m the sister, you’re the boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Natasha protested.

“I’m not her boyfriend,” Tony agreed. A pang of – something – prodded him uncomfortably.

“Sure he’s not.” Yelena shot Natasha a cheeky grin before she holstered the gun at her hip.

Tony sat down at the table at an angle from Natasha and repeated, “So what are you doing here?” He meant to sound angrier, but he couldn’t the note of relief creeping into his voice. He had missed her, more than he anticipated. Something flickered behind Natasha’s eyes before they shuttered into a neutral expression. He almost believed that she missed him, too.

[continue reading on AO3]

33 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#4

Wave-tossed [a blackbonnet fanfic]

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Pairing: Blackbonnet Characters: Stede | Ed Rating: G Other tags: nightmare | hurt/comfort | ed has abandonment issues

Wave-tossed

Ed woke in a cold sweat.

With each hammer of his heart the walls of the cabin squeezed in. Darkness pressed down on him like the depths of the ocean and he didn’t know which way was up, couldn’t break the surface, fought against instinct and gripping terror. Rough waves rocked the ship, a first taste of the winter storms that were to come, and the creak of the wood was a familiar echo to the ache of his heart, the only answer he’d ever had in lonely nights.

Fighting to open his mouth and throat and lungs against the watery darkness, he took a gasping breath. It grounded him – just long enough to register the soft, snoring body that lay against his. With a shudder Ed threw himself into Stede’s chest, clutching at him like a drowning man to a raft. Not caring that he would wake the man, only needing him – his touch, his scent, his arms around him –

“Ed?” Came the sleep-blurry voice. “What’s wrong, love?”

Hands on his back, holding him with hesitation. With a gentleness that shattered the last bit of his resolve. He sobbed brokenly into Stede’s shoulder, hot tears wetting the frills on the nightshirt. He didn’t care an ounce for his dignity, not in the suffocating darkness, not in the dead of the night, not between the wooden walls that haunted him with the destructive grief they had witnessed.

“Don’t ever leave me.”

A sharp inhale. “Oh, my darling.” Stede sighed, and Ed lifted his tearstained face to look at him. His features were illuminated by the faintest glow of a crescent moon on tossing waves, and wore a look of deep sadness and remorse and heartbreak, a faint mirror of the pain that ached in Ed’s bones. A warm palm cupped his face, keeping him from burying his face in his chest again. Keeping his eyes on his own. “I swear I won’t leave you ever again."

The words rang true, but they were battered to shreds by the turbulent fears that crashed through Ed’s veins. The phantoms that haunted his dreams seemed more real than the man who held him in his arms. He choked out, “I can’t – if you left me, I can’t – I don’t know how –”

“Hush.” Stede drew Ed even closer, fingers brushing through greying locks, a steady hand on the small of his back. Ed curled up into the safe cocoon of Stede’s body, breathing him in, faint florals and patchouli. The heady scent swam in his head, banishing the inky tendrils back into their shadowy corners. “Not even Mephistopheles and all the demons of hell could drag me away from you.”

Ed needed more of Stede. He splayed his hand against his ribs, feeling under his palm the solid torso that rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Stede took the cue, or maybe he just understood what he needed at the moment, because he said, “Count with me, darling.”

[continue on AO3]

34 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#3

Me:

No one:

Absolutely not a single soul:

My head: izzy why don’t we have a birb guy

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#2

LISTEN back in season 3 when robin was all “pffffft nancy wheeler little miss perfect” I know that’s not an exact quote but it’s late and I’m jetlagged I SAID she would end up liking nancy didn’t I like I jokingly said I ship them and I WAS RIGHT

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My #1 post of 2022

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[lostforysbth]

txt as the rising of the shield hero (bc i said so)

[note: there's less angsty shit and everyone has some sort of shift in personalities bc i can]

[note2: beomgyu's not here yet :( ]

[note3: the harem is gonna be ot5 poly FITE ME]

the moment soobin opened his eyes, it was chaos. there were gasps, screaming, people fainting, and lots of confusion in the air.

to his side were 3 other guys who looked just as out of place as he was. surrounding them were nuns and priests in white and gold, moving in haste.

beneath them was a magic circle, he swore that was what it was.

was he summoned here? last he remembered was going to the library and looking for a new manga to read. what was that book he held... 'the 4 cardinal heroes'?

his train of thought was broken by a throat being cleared, followed by a speech. in soobin's muddled brain, he picked up 'king', 'heroes', and 'save our world'?

he raised his hand hoping to have his questions answered, only to notice a contraption attached to his wrist.

"yes? shield um- hero?"

realising the man (king?) was addressing him, he asked the first thing that popped into his head.

"is this real?" at his question, there were floating question marks from everyone around him. "as in, am i hallucinating? will i remember all this when i sober up?"

the man still looked on at him, perplexed, but someone else coughed next to him. he turned to face a guy around his age— blonde-haired and preppy-dressed—

"i believe what the /king/ said earlier is that we've been summoned to save their world. am i right, your majesty?"

"yes, that is correct, bow hero."

"does that answer your question?"

soobin shrugged. 'not really', he wanted to say but he figured it would just be a waste of time. "what about the cardinal heroes?", he asked instead, "who are they?"

again, the man- king, sorry- addressed his question with a look of confusion, and contempt too but soobin's not gonna think about that.

"that would be you four. you are the four cardinal heroes who will defeat the waves that will destroy our world."

"how do we do that?"

"w-well, there is a lot to speak of on that. why dont we head to the palace first where we can have some privacy."

with that, the 'heroes' were escorted to a carriage. soobin, and a guy— another blonde but in a sweater and jeans— had spent a good half a minute staring at it.

in the carriage, it felt tense for some reason. soobin didnt know these guys but werent they technically a team now?

"so...", the blonde from earlier, the one with the sweater, started. "is anyone else still feeling lost? i have no clue what happened at that church earlier."

the last guy— black hair in an all-black outfit— sighed.

"the king just said we'd talk about it at the castle so can we hold off the questions for now and spare me from the headache?"

... and soobin was just admiring his looks. sigh.

the rest of the carriage ride was quiet, the only noise coming from the rattling of the carriage wheels and the crowd that had formed outside.

"the heroes are here!"

"the summon worked, we're saved!"

"pls save us, mighty heroes!"

soobin burrowed deeper into his turtleneck.

once everyone settled in the throne room, the king asked for a formal introduction from all of them. starting from the right-

"my name is kang taehyun. im 20 and a college student back in my world."

the king nodded in response. "thank you, bow hero. sword hero...?"

"my name is choi yeonjun and im also in college. im 23 years old and um yeah, sword and stuff." soobin didnt expect it but yeonjun seemed to like attention.

he gave a small demonstration with his sword, some twirls and a flip, then he smiled a little at the applause he received.

huh.

the king also joined in with crowd, clapping his hands before he gestured for the introductions to continue.

"im huening kai!" he chirped, high-pitched and- did he just poke his cheek with his finger? "im also 20 like taehyun-nim and i think this is a spear?" he moved awkwardly with the weapon in his hand, clearly untrained.

soobin had to duck out of the way, keeping distance between them in fear of getting skewered.

"ah yes, nice to meet you as well, spear hero." the king said fondly. "now then, shall we move on to your quests while you are here? i have prepared some warriors for you to recruit into your parties. unfortunately, heroes cannot be in the same parties as your experiences wont be shared so you will hve to do your initial quests separately."

the king gestured at his aide and about 20 ppl with various armours and weapons entered the throne room.

after that, a long tedious process of choosing their party members went on, along with more rules for the heroes to take note of.

majority of the warriors went to yeonjun and soobin almost had no party members. it was thanks to hnk, the spear hero, that he wasnt left all alone. he'd offered one of his own, a man a bit shorter than sbn but definitely had more muscle.

"hi, im jisoo, please take care of me."

"im soobin and- likewise."

they shook hands for a second before the king continued briefing them on their quests. his aide gave the heroes their allowances to start up their adventures- 50 silvers, jisoo had whispered to him.

"then, we shall conclude our meeting here. should you have any more questions, my aide, mr. kim, will be more than happy to assist you."

#txt au #yeonjun #soobin #taehyun #hueningkai #ot5 poly #txt as shield hero #lostforysbth

[harley-michaels-main]

hello, i was wondering if you would possibly do a Jujutsu Kaisen Match up for me

I’m Ghost, I am Aquarius born, ISTP personality, and I’m panromantic with a male lean, with any pronouns.

im 5’5, shoulder length blonde, pale ivory skin tone, Grunge aesthetic and Green/hazel eyes, I have been told by a few of my friends that I look like a middle age man who either only drinks coffee or whiskey.

I have trust issues, I tend to be stand off-ish to people and prefer to be alone in dark and quite places, though I am open and happy around people I feel like I can trust, I’m a bit chaotic and tend to get out of hand when it comes to things I am passionate about, and I like to have deep meaningful conversations with people.

I like most parts of nature, like flowers, bugs, animals, and the sounds, I listen too Grunge, emo, rock, metal, and punk bands, I do a lot of art, i enjoy drawing plants and my ocs, In my free time I do art, I read, write, and watch anime, some of my favourites are Death parade, demon slayer, and skate the infinity, I play a lot of video games, like Resident evil(I love anything horror and gory), kingdom hearts, danganronpa, and legend of Zelda:Breath of the wild.

I hate jerks, bullies, people that are clingy and/or loud, I dislike red meats, I have Emetophobia and Trypanophobia, and I hate going out to public places like stores and restaurants for long perriods of type.

Extra Facts and Notes:

-I can lift a full grown man.

-my favorite flowers are orchids, mandevilla and daisies.

-my favorite bands are My Chemical Romance, Fall out boy, Metallica, and Panic!at the disco

-I have a preference to people taller then me, or as i say "i like my men how i like my hoodies, tall and cuddly"

-hopeless romantics are also on that list

have a good day/night

Hi darling, I hope you're doing alright and the universe is treating you like the queen/king you deserve because I know for sure that your match up would.

Your Jujutsu Kaisen Match Up is...

Yuta Okkotsu

Not only does he fit the tall and cuddly type you're looking for, but he shares quite a few of the same interests as you.

He would definitely be the type to go on mature walks with you. To be able to get away from stress and to be with one of the people he cares the most about? I think yes.

He also likes to send you photos of weir plants whenever he travels and send them to you because they remind him of you.

While he isn't the type to enjoy sitting in the dark, Yuta will sit with you for as long as you'd like because he knows how you enjoy the peace and quiet.

He will also be the person to talk to you about deep conversations about the world and why the universe has such weird ways of showing signs.

However, he doesn't like to dive too deeply into these conversations because he knows how scary it can be sometimes. He doesn't want to be scared anymore, he simply wants to live a normal life with you.

Although there is one thing you two are at a crossroads and that is taste in music. He is definitely the type to listen to some lofi pop instead of the more hard sounding types of music.

Dont worry though he will always listen to your song recommendations at least once and there are a couple that he genuinely likes.

Oh, and lifting him up? Consider him a blushing mess. He loves that you're so strong but its somewhat embarrassing to have your much shorter S/O carry you.

Do be sure to pick him up as many times as possible. Maybe even squat him. Never skip leg day.

He is also the most romantic second year. He loves to plan little dates ror you two even if you arent able to get away for a long time.

Have half an hour between classes? You two are eating a snack in the garden. You two both happen to have a free day? Not anymore! Now you two are having a movie binge. You are only able to see each other in the hallway briefly? He's giving you a snack and a kiss on the forehead.

He also always tells you good morning and to have a good day, regardless if there was a fight the night before.

Yuta is the type of man who will try anything for you and will always be there to help you through your fears.

Alternate Choices

Toge Inumaki

Aoi Todo

Maki Zen'in

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #match up #yuta #yuta okkotsu