#I don't know if it's enough to warrant the warning but I wanna be safe :D

[dr-friendship]

I have this idea in my head for a fun digital art piece with my own characters but it's taking longer than I thought it would so I figured I'd post the WIP so that I can say I've posted something today hahaha--

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Rough Road ||

Frank Castle x female Reader.

Tags/warnings: 'annoying acquaintances of circumstance' to lovers, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (wrap in RL!), swears 😯

Author's note: This is for the TFC December fic challenge 'Snowed In', so check the tags for more!

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"I think we should try and find somewhere to pull over." you say to Frank. You had been driving for hours and the snow was coming down harder now.

"Mm, I'm pretty sure there's a motel about 15 miles ahead, we can make it, get a couple of rooms and start again in the morning." He replies, concentrating on the road.

You stare up through the windscreen at the neverending horizonless thick grey-white of the sky and the flurry of heavy flakes building up on the road ahead of you. "I don't think we'll make it that far."

Sure enough after another couple miles the road became impassable, you had hardly seen any other cars ahead of you or coming the other way for most of the drive. It was gonna get dark fairly soon.

"Shit." Frank says simply, turning off the ignition after he stopped the van at the side of the road.

"Thank fuck I've got cell service" you say, "I'm gonna call for a truck."

While you were on the phone Frank checked his paper maps for the nearest habitations, but there was nothing that warranted risking trying to walk through a snowstorm at night.

"Okay, the rescue company is dealing with shitloads of people in similar situations and 'cos we've got a van and some supplies they're saying we're further down the list. Earliest they could get to us is tomorrow morning."

"Alright, well they'll probably have cleared the roads by then. Guess that ain't too bad. Just gotta hunker down for the night."

You kicked at the dash in frustration. "Urgh. I told you we should've left after the storm, now we're stuck here in your stupid van, which stinks by the way."

"Stinks?" He screwed up his face in disbelief. "What of? I keep it clean!"

"Of you!"

"Listen, as much as you're a complete pain in my ass it was too dangerous to wait in the city any longer. Now the Russians associate you with me…"

You threw your head back against the rest and sighed. "Yeah. I know. Just gotta lay low for a while." you parroted.

"This ain't exactly my idea of heaven either sweetheart."

You hated when he called you that. Even though it was just an automatic thing for him and it didn't mean anything it really annoyed you. He reached into the back bringing out a pack of cards from the seemingly random selection of shit he had squirreled away there. "Imagine you don't wanna talk about what happened, so it's this or I-Spy."

You groaned and nodded as you whiled away an hour or so playing blackjack until your hungry stomach noises got too loud to ignore.

"Alright, chicken or beef sub?" he asked, diving into the backpack.

You chose the chicken.

"Damn, this is really good. You pick them up before we left? Where from?"

"Made em." He replied, taking a bite of his own.

"Huh." You mused, digging in again.

"Surprised I can make a sandwich?" He scoffs.

You shrug. "Surprised you can make a good sandwich. Guess being ex-marine you gotta have some talents."

"You got no idea." He throws you a wink as he takes a sip of coffee from the thermos and you roll your eyes.

After another hour of whooping his ass at blackjack and a lightning quick excursion into the nearby trees and back to relieve yourself, your yawns and heavy eyelids make it clear that you're gonna have to go to sleep at some point soon.

"Does one of us, uh, need to keep watch or something?" You ask him, watching as he crawls into the back of the van and starts digging out a mat, a singular sleeping bag and blanket.

"Nah. Even if they did send someone to follow us ain't nobody getting through this, we're safe enough." He rolled out the bag and caught your awkward look.

You wrapped your arms around you, it was getting cold now the residual heat from the van had disappated. "So… just the one lot of bedding then?"

He nods. "Yeah, usually just me in here y'know, with all my stank."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

He has to resist the urge to let you panic about sleeping beside him for a while longer, he's not that cruel. "It's okay, you can have it. I'll be alright up front." He sees your visible relief as you process what he's said, nodding and rummaging in your pack for the toothbrush and toiletries you'd thankfully picked up at your last gas stop, there having been no time to grab anything but the absolute ultimate essentials before you left.

The thick layer of snow that had built up around and on top of the van probably provided quite a bit of insulation, but that didn't exactly stop you from being fucking freezing. You tried to snuggle up deeper into the sleeping bag, all your clothes and a beanie on and the blanket on the top, but you were still cold. You tilted your head up to glance at Frank in the passenger seat, still awake with his jacket on and arms wrapped around himself tight, the occasional puff of his breath misting the air.

"You awake?" You ask, already knowing he was.

"Yeah. You alright?"

"Cold."

"Yeah."

The silence between you seemed to stretch on forever. You pull the blanket tighter around you.

Fuck it. "Uh, if you want, you could come back here, share the blanket? And y'know, body heat will help I guess."

"Thought you couldn't stand my stink?" He throws back at you.

"Well, the cold is kinda trumping that, but it's fine if you don't wanna… just thought it is your stuff after all, don't wanna put you out of your own van."

"Nah, s'good idea." he agrees, climbing into the back with you. You shiver at the initial chill as he lifts the edge of the blanket to lie next to you, your back to his. His jacket is cold against you but after a while you began to warm up, stopping your shivering and finding yourself drifting easily to sleep.

When you wake up it's still dark but you're warm, hot even. As you gradually gain a bit more consciousness you realise that the reason is because Frank has you in a bear hug. He must have turned around in his sleep. His arm is draped over you, big hand splayed over your stomach pulling you impossibly close to him. The only skin contact is his nose at the back of your neck, the warm exhales tickling the light hair there.

It's… pleasant, maybe even something more. He actually smells good. You smile to yourself thinking about the juxtaposition of this killing machine, this angry guard dog let off the chain being a big soft snuggly puppy of a man behind closed doors.

You shift slightly in his hold and then freeze.

Okay, maybe not so soft…

Despite the layers of clothing and a sleeping bag between you, it's unmistakable that it's his cock that's hard and pressing against your ass. You try to rationalise. It's just a normal bodily response after all, but do you dare move? What if he wakes up and it gets awkward, you've got a lot of driving still to do if this snow ever clears…

Any control is taken away from you as Frank stretches momentarily and then wraps you even tighter in his arms, his nose nuzzling into your skin and hips slowly grinding against you with a quiet contented moan. He suddenly stops, pulls away as he wakes and realises where he is, where you are, and what he's doing.

"Shit, fuck…" he turns away from you as he sits up scrubbing his hand over his face. "I'm sorry, I uh… it's uh, been a while since… y'know?"

The blanket rustles softly as you shrug.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He cuts himself off as his eyes adjust to the darkness, his ears registering the sound of the sleeping bag zip being opened and his gaze finding the smallest glimmer of soft light reflected in your own.

"It's okay. S'been a while for me too," you admit. This might be the stupidest decision you've ever made when it comes to sex, or even when it comes to roadtrips, but you can't seem to override it. Not when he looks at you like that, smells like that, makes you feel like that. He saved your life but you don't think that's all it is.

You slough off your defensive dislike and begin to embrace something that at least feels real.

His face is a picture in the dim snow-reflected light within the van as you reach for him, pulling his warmth and his lips towards you. He's taken aback, but his hand cups your jaw and you find yourself surprised by the tenderness with which his mouth meets your own. You don't waste a second, catching his wrist and guiding him down to palm over your chest, quickly leading his hand under the waistband of your pants so he can feel just how much he's affected you in this short space of time. It's like you're trying not to have the time to think about it. You both carry ghosts from your past that you've never openly shared, but you know, simply from the slight hesitation in his touch even as you urge him on.

The tender kisses soon heat up. "Call me sweetheart again." You breathe against his mouth, and he groans deep as his fingers meet with the wetness at your core. Your own hands explore underneath his jacket, fingers feeling the hard muscle of his chest under his shirt. You reach down to cup his cock through his jeans and then tug at them, moaning as he hurries to unbutton your pants so he can swipe his fingers through your slick folds. His mouth is on your skin, hungry to taste more of you as you scrabble to undo his pants too, urging them and his underwear down just enough to free his gloriously erect cock. He helps you wriggle halfway out of your pants too and now you're jacking each other off like a couple of teenagers, his fingers slippery and desperate over your throbbing clit, and yours covered with sticky precum as you wrap your hand around and stroke him.

"Oh shit…" you whine, as he skillfully brings you closer to the edge, your hips moving against his hand as he watches you. You forget the cold, gasping as he slips a finger inside you, your grip tightening around his cock making him grunt in such a delicious way that you can't help the words spilling from your lips.

"Frank, fuck me, please!" You're begging, you've never begged for anything other than to stay alive, but you need this, you want to feel him inside you, there's nothing else that will satisfy the ache.

He pauses, staring at you like you've just proposed or something. It takes him a hot minute to register what you're saying, but once those words sear into his brain he moves fast, lips sucking and kissing at the skin of your neck like a brand as he yanks your pants all the way down and off, his mouth following. He pushes up your shirt when he gets to the hem, his tongue trailing right up the centerline of your body to your bra where he mouths over the curve of your breasts before pulling down a cup. You arch your back as he takes your peaked nipple between his lips before he continues downward.

You claw at his shoulders as his nose bumps at the front of your underwear, just giving your clit the barest pressure, teasing you instead of giving you what you need, but you soon change your mind as he hooks his fingers under the elastic pulling them off you so he can bury his face in your pussy. He presses your thighs apart, holding you down as your hips try to rise up to meet the mind melting sensation of his tongue on you, in you. You moan, curse, and praise him as he quickly stokes your need and desire into a sharp dense point where you can do nothing else but implode in on yourself, screaming his name as he makes you feel.

He rises from between your thighs, licking his glistening lips with a small smile. It looks good on him.

"You alright, sweetheart?"

"Getting warmer, could be better." You throw back as you catch your breath and return the smile, yanking him back over you and using your feet to help him push his pants all the way off. When you take him in your hand again his gaze flits between your eyes and your mouth, which he claims in a hot kiss as you guide him to you, reveling in the feeling of the head of his thick cock spearing inside your heat.

"God damn." is all he can say, and you can only agree as he repeats it like a mantra as the slow slide of his cock filling and stretching your cunt has your eyes almost rolling back into your head with a long and loud moan.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he rolls his hips into you, the mental and physical battle he's fighting between going slowly, gently, and pounding you fucking senseless is palpable. He's drawing out sounds that you would never even make when you're alone. It might just be because you haven't had any form of touch from anyone for a long time, but you're more certain that it's all him that's making you flustered, hitting all your spots and stripping you down to a bare wire of being with nothing but his soft dark eyes.

That growling, barking, flesh-ripping fighting dog is still there underneath, you can feel how he holds it inside himself, yanking at the chain and always ready to be released when there's a need. The fact that he's driven you out of the city is proof that he actually cares what the fuck happens to you, and that sort of blows your mind. You could have easily gone alone, you were ready to jump on a Greyhound and make your own way but he wouldn't have it. He made you his responsibility. Yeah he was a killer but he was also a protector. Your protector.

He wasn't much of a talker but with his dick buried inside you he's soon gritting out reams of praise that have you clenching around him and mewling as his hand squeezes over the firm curve of your ass.

"Feel so good girl, s'fucking tight…"

You inhale sharply as he reaches between your hot skin to find your clit and ensure that you feel what he's feeling. Your fingernails graze over his scalp and the short hair at the nape of his neck as you pull him even closer, your second orgasm building up fast as he drives into you over and over.

"Ohh, god-"

"That's it sweet thing," he murmurs against your ear as the indescribable feeling of his cock dragging inside has you both on the very edge. "C'mon angel, such a good girl f'me."

You keen at the praise, something he'd unlocked from your subconscious with the simplest key, something even you didn't know you would react to. "Fuck… you're gonna make me-"

Frank feels you start to shake around him, moving his fingers even faster over that swollen little bundle of nerves. It's too much.

"Shit. You feel too fuckin' good, I gotta-" He moves to pull out suddenly and you claw at his ass stopping him before he does, you'll be damned if you don't feel him come inside you.

You whine as he stills. "Fuck! Don't stop, don't fucking stop…"

He looks for your assurance. "You sure? You want this?" his voice is quieter now, wavering. If you say yes he doesn't know that he'll last.

You nod frantically, tilting your hips up, wrapping your arms around his neck, the movement making him groan as you feel like utter heaven around him. He never thought you could be so soft, so open, needy.

The van rocks gently on its suspension as he resumes, every powerful thrust as he's fucking you punching such beautiful sounds from your throat. He can feel every gripping twitch of your perfect cunt as you begin falling apart underneath him, so tight, hot, and wet and quietly begging him to fill you. Your nails dig into the muscle of his huge shoulders and your mouth falls open, thighs tightening their hold around his waist as your moans crest. Don't stop, you told him, and he briefly wonders how he thought he ever could when you feel like this.

"Good girl, fuck- that's my good girl…" it's whispered and desperate, he's barely holding on by a hair.

The possessiveness in his words makes your eyes scrunch up tight and your body open. His cock is hitting you hard right where you need it, the focused touch of his fingers radiating out and burning you up.

"F-frank I-"

You unravel, crying out as you clench around him again and again as torrents of pleasure rip through your entire body. Your eyes fly open, locked on his, determined to witness how he might follow you into bliss. Your hips buck up chasing his own, his harsh warm breath washing over your skin with a deep, sensual moan as he finally lets go, pulsing inside you, not stopping the slowing, stuttering motion of his thrusts until he's given you absolutely everything he's got.

Laying there still entwined, a deep satisfying rumble from Frank's chest breaks the contrasting near-silence as he carefully rolls you on top of him and strokes his fingers lightly over your cheek and along your jaw, sliding them into your hair as his lips brush yours in a soft kiss.

"Frank..." you hum, your forehead resting on his. You can't stop your small nervous giggle as you're still unsure about what this is.

"Yeah." is all he says in return, his hands gliding down over your bare back and your hips, the sleeping bag and blankets forgotten now that inside the van had become a damn sight warmer. The windows with the covering of snow on the outside almost glow through the misting from your body heat on the inside of the glass. It's like you're trapped in a snowglobe. The image soon shatters as your mind clears from the dreamy fog of what you've just done.

"Shit. I-I'm sorry, I know that you-" you start to explain all the reasons that you know this is just a one-time thing, more for yourself than him, but he stops you before you can reel off the excuses.

"Hey," he says, gently catching your chin in his hand and running his fingers lightly over your skin. "We don't need to do all that shit, y'know?"

You can't help looking anywhere but in his eyes.

"Hey, c'mon, it's okay." He repeats.

You wish he wasn't like this, wish he would be colder with you, go back to the sniping, reluctant, thrown-together partnership, or whatever it was you had before. It takes effort but when you manage to meet the warmth of his gaze it feels like something you could get used to looking at.

"Look, it is what it is, yeah? I'm gonna keep you safe, no matter what."

You nod and allow him to pull you close to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath and the thump of his heart through his ribcage.

"It is what it is," you murmur, your eyes growing heavy as you melt into sleep.

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[lauronk]

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🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

i wouldn't say it's an unpopular opinion but among some people in the fandom (ahem) it's controversial to say that maria's behavior towards joel and her warning ellie about him was completely justified. and it was. she's a grown ass woman who has seen and experienced who knows what awfulness in the apocalypse. and here comes this man she's clearly heard predominantly bad things about, with a teenage girl she knows isn't his. wouldn't you be fucking suspicious? wouldn't you want to make sure that ellie was safe with this man known to be dangerous? she doesn't know anything about joel beyond what tommy's told her and clearly tommy unloaded some bad shit. so her being suspicious and mistrustful of this man in her town is 100% warranted. AND THEN he wants to send her husband off to do some dangerous shit in his place.

but people wanna be mad at her because being a joel apologist/defender means that anyone against him is automatically evil. and then you add in the fact that in the show she's a Black woman? her character was unfortunately doomed from the start with some sectors of the tlou fandom (under the guise of "wanting the show characters to look like the game characters" of course; these are the same people who don't find the person playing the 14 year old attractive enough). hopefully y'all learn to respect her in season 2.

[enhaheeseung]

first you wanna complain about how only your smut fics blow up and normal fics don't get recognition. about how tumblr audience is one track minded. as if you're entitled to people liking all the shit you put out.

and now you want validation for your fic which has underage heeseung smut???

yk what? fuck you. you're a horrible, horrible, disgusting human being. to even think of an actual human being like this. and pair it with your mental breakdown about some random as fic of yours not getting enough notes. kys. pls im begging you.

1) NO you absolutely cannot write about underage heeseung having sex with a much older woman. it is disgusting, perverse and paedophilic.

2) people didn't like that fic of yours because your writing is shit.

Trigger warning proceed with caution⛔️

I’m going to address everything cause I will not have you coming on here and accuse me of such nasty things

First I never said I was entitled to people liking my fics I just made it clear that there’s a huge difference between nsfw and sfw and that it would be nice if everyone got the same recognition for putting in the same amount of work also I don’t know what you mean by “normal” fics

Never even once said I wanted validation I asked for opinions on the topic because I want to avoid making anyone uncomfortable I want to get this very clear so I’m not looked at in any different type of light

And incase no one saw it that particular idea about the underage fic is absolutely 100% true but it was for plot purposes only and I never intended to go in to detail about it furthermore I don’t even have anything written yet and upon seeking other opinions I decided to change it

I’m just Gonna say I have no idea what mental breakdown you’re even talking about at this point so I’ll move on from that quickly

It was never about notes to begin with it’s about people not getting recognition that they deserve for putting in hard work into everything they write writers have actually left because of this topic alone but I’m not going to get into all that right now cause it will be hard for you to understand

I’m not writing about underage heeseung nor am I posting anything like that to my page

Once again I have no idea what fic you’re even talking about

All that aside if I offended you I apologize greatly I have a tendency to joke around about things in a harsh manner but in the end I wouldn’t even be able to have a voice or opinion if it wasn’t for all my lovely beautiful followers I love you all for sticking with me and I hope none of this change’s your perception of me

Whoever you are once again I do sincerely apologize for any misunderstanding I might have caused between us thank you for your opinion and I’ll be careful with my words from now on so this doesn’t happen again

I’d strongly advise you to not go around spreading hate messages or slandering other peoples blogs with such things i understand you’re upset with the things I did but that is definitely not warrant for you to tell me to commit the s word nothing is and these types of asks could be really harmful to others personally I’m not bothered by them but others could be so please be careful

I think I addressed everything so if anyone else has questions for me please just shoot an ask my way without all the hate I never wanted my blog to be muddy up the way it is but I’m partly responsible for it so it is what it is I’m not looking for sympathy if I did something wrong lay it on me but all I ask is for you to use logic

So I think that’s all once again thanks to all my followers I love you all you’ve been real I’ll do my best not to cause anymore unnecessary drama I just want my blog to be a safe place for everyone to simp over hee

Anonymous whoever you are I’m sorry you feel this way towards me but I hope we can get past this now stay safe and I love you❤️

Ps if anyone thinks I’m not being sincere I could have just deleted this ask but I’m addressing this cause I want to grow and learn from MY mistakes and spread awareness

Thanks for taking time to read I hope everyone has a good day/night

[cheeriecherry]

Hi there! I wanted to request Bakugou, Deku. And Todoroki, how they react to their fem!S/O Being sick. Like they're delirious with a fever near hospitalization( but not quite that level), body aches, wet cough. boys get worried when they don't come into work/school/text back. So they come see, and find her as well previously stated. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and answer this!

Ofc! Stay safe everyone and make sure to wear your masks :O

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

-He’s not a clingy guy, so he doesn’t expect you to answer his texts right away or always tell him where you are or what you’re doing.

-That being said, he knows your routine. If something is off a little bit, he’ll be mildly concerned, but will ultimately chalk it up to you being forgetful or spontaneous.

-But after you don’t show up in class, he starts to get worried. 

-He tries to think of whether or not you had any injuries during training that might have excused you from lessons, but he can’t think of any beyond a couple minor scrapes and bruises.

-He sends you a text in between classes, and when you still don’t reply he makes a trip back to the dorms at lunch to check on you.

-He doesn’t expect to find you like...this. 

-Curled up on your bed under nearly a hundred blankets, shivering. Your lips are dry and chapped, and he can hear your laboured breathing from the doorway.

-Now, he doesn’t wanna get sick, but that’s the last thing on his mind as he walks over to you and sits on the side of your bed.

-You don’t even seem to be aware of him as he presses a hand to your forehead, wincing at how hot you are.

-He doesn’t want to leave you, but he knows you’re probably sick enough to warrant a visit from Recovery Girl. Pus you’re his girlfriend, so it’s better to be safe than sorry.

-But like I said, he doesn’t want to leave you alone, in case you start choking or something, so he sends Kirishima a cryptic text telling him to bring recovery girl to the dorms.

-Ngl the bakusquad probably tags along with her when she comes to visit, but she ultimately commends Bakugou for calling her because are, in fact, very ill.

-She considers calling the hospital to have them bring you in, but she wants to try helping you in the comfort of your own room before resorting to extreme measures.

-You’re stuck with an IV in your arm for a couple days, and receive a kiss from the old woman on the forehead every morning, and soon enough you start perking up a little. Your breathing improves, and you start to sweat off the fever.

-Bakugou barely leaves your side during the whole ordeal. He goes to classes, but every morning, lunch, and evening he’s in your room. Sometimes he just sits and works on homework, sometimes he falls asleep.

-He’s been warned not to be near you while your still contagious, but he says fuck authority and does what he wants. You’re more important anyways.

-Still, it’s a relief once you start to feel better, and eventually open your eyes. You don’t remember most of what happened the past few days, but you do recall hearing your boyfriend’s voice a couple times.

-He might not know how to take care of you but he’s good at finding people who do, and he’ll always try and do what’s best for you.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

-one hella worried boy.

-Usually you guys hang out before class starts, but he figures that you maybe slept in today or something. So he sends you a text telling you good morning and heads off to class.

-When he gets there and find you’re not there, he starts to feel bad for not going in to check on you, or at least wake you up. Like, what if something bad happened to you and he just ignored it?

-He doesn’t want to be pushy or overly anxious, but he’s also a worrier by nature so...

-He can’t concentrate during class, thinking to hard about all the things that could have happened to you. He really really hopes you just missed your alarm, but a little niggle in the back of his head tells him that’s not the case.

-He excuses himself to ‘the bathroom’ during second period, and runs as fast and as stealthily as he can back to the dorms, where he then finds you.

-You’re practically gasping for air, laying on your bed. You’ve thrown your covers off because you’re too hot, but you’re also shivering so hard you’re shaking the mattress. He knows as soon as he lays a hand on your forehead that you’re not okay.

-So he does what anyone would do and calls one of his friends...who are in class. He’s somehow surprised when Mr. Aizawa picks up and starts scolding him about his students being in class, but he quickly babbles out that he’s ‘not actually in the bathroom and that he went to check on you because you weren’t in class and you’re really sick and please sir could you get recovery girl’

-There’s a sigh right before the line goes dead, and ten minutes later the tired man himself shows up with the school nurse.

-Once they actually see the state you’re in, and hear your horrible congested coughs, they both start to get worried.

-Again, recovery girl will want to try and avoid any media hubbub involving the school, so she’ll try to treat your symptoms in your room. It works pretty well considering her quirk, but you’re still on thin ice. Your fever is dangerously high, and even with an oxygen mask on you’re still having trouble breathing.

-Not to mention your mumbling...you’re not really aware of what’s going on, but it sounds like you’re trying to have conversations. Everyone worries that you’re hallucinating from the fever.

-Midoriya tries to convince your teacher to let him stay with you, but both Aizawa and recovery girl tell him there’s not anything he can do. It’s best he go back to class...which he reluctantly does. And only because recovery girl is going to stay with you until the end of the day.

-Once classes are over he makes a beeline for your room. His hands are full of little things the rest of the class had given him to give to you, as get-well presents. He sets them on your desk and sits beside you on the bed.

-Recovery girl’s quirk seems to be working, you’re a little more restful and still, though your lungs still sound horrible. He talks to you a little bit, wondering how you got this sick with no one noticing, but how he knows you’ll scold him if he blames himself for it.

-He falls asleep beside you on your bed that night, and the next morning he wakes up to a gentle trembling hand in his hair. 

-He opens his eyes to find you’ve turn onto your side, and are looking at his with a tired gaze. Your eyes are still a little glazed over, and he can tell you’re not really all there yet, but he still smiles at the improvement, as well as that the first thing you thought to do when you woke up was to touch him.

-He makes sure to keep up with his studies over the next few days, and makes lots of notes for you to go over later when you feel better. All his free time is spent in your room, despite the fact that he might catch what you have. He at least wears a mask at recovery girl’s request.

-It’s a major relief when he sees you sitting up and walking slowly around a few days later, though no matter how much you ask he’s not gonna let you try and do schoolwork until you’re at 100%.

-It’s a miracle this guy doesn’t get sick, though everyone kind of keeps a few feet away from him for a while.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

-Doesn’t think anything of it at first. He notices you’re not texting him back, but your phone might be off or dead, or you might be busy.

-He starts to wonder when you don’t show up in class. If you’d been planning to take a day off, you would have told him. Right? He sends you another text, asking if you’re okay, and promptly gets his phone confiscated.

-He gets it back at the end of the day no problem, but when he sees you still haven’t replied, he knows something is up.

-He ignores everyone on the way to the dorms, ducking in between people to try and get there faster.

-When he finds you in a pathetic wheezing ball under a heap of blankets, he instantly feels a pang of guilt. Maybe if he’d been more diligent, he would have learned that you were sick sooner...

-But it’s hard to beat himself up while he’s still got you to worry about.

-He finds a couple towels and old shirts around your room, and wraps them around some ice blocks he made, then sets them all over your body to help bring your temperature down.

-There’s no one in his phone contacts that he could really call in this situation, so he reluctantly settles for the class president. He’s always wanting to look out for fellow students, after all.

-So Iida shows up, takes on look at you, and sprints away to get recovery girl. Todo didn’t think it was that bad, but he mostly trusts Iida’s judgement, so...

-And then recovery girl comes in and confirms that yes, you are very sick. Very sick indeed.

-And the worry flares up in him again. He watches as she fixes you with IV fluids and antibiotics, and sets an oxygen mask across your face. He can’t help but notice how small and vulnerable you look in this state, and how he wants nothing more than for you to get better.

-He wonders if you should go to the hospital, if it would be better for you there, but recovery girl wants to keep you comfortable. She has most of what she needs at the school, but should your condition not improve in the next day then she’ll definitely arrange for an ambulance.

-Todoroki wonders how he’ll be able to visit you and make sure you’re doing okay if you’re off campus, but ultimately he wants what’s best for you.

-He wears a mask while he’s in your room to try and deter himself from getting sick as well, but he spends most of his time in there. He sometimes does homework, but mostly he’s just laying beside you on your bed thinking (or napping).

-He goes back to his own room to sleep during the night, but the first thing he does when he wakes up is come check on you.

-Your condition steadily improves, but you don’t regain consciousness until the third day, and when you do, the first thing you see if your boyfriend.

-He’s sitting in one of your chairs a little ways away reading, and he doesn’t notice you’re awake at first. When he does see that your eyes are open, he comes to sit on the edge of your bed.

-The first thing he does is give you a lil kiss on the forehead, and then he goes on to explain how you’ve been bedridden for days because of an illness, but how your condition has been getting better over time.

-V grateful that you’re awake now, so much so that he barely even feels the guilt from before. He’s just glad you’re doing okay.

-Gonna wait on you hand and foot for the next week or so, and nothing is too expensive. You want a square watermelon? He’ll get you a square watermelon, whatever you want. He might even try a hand at cooking meals for you, though they’re slightly burnt and overseasoned.

-He tries though, and it’s the thought that counts. He bars most of your classmates from visiting you while you’re recovering, because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but after some finagling he agrees to let two in at a time...but only for a couple minutes.

-He wishes he’d paid more attention in the beginning, but he makes up for it by doting on you afterwards.

[fennecshandgf]

ok ok ok gonna be normal under the cut i promise

“I’ve been meaning to head into Espa.”

Fennec looks at Boba, then you. “Funny,” she says, “I think he is, too. Could hitch a ride.”

FENNEC SHAND WINGWOMAN REAL. honestly had to happen these two aren't gonna get anywhere without outside help😭 love the implication that boba's spoken abt doc with fennec tho....or that he's been obvious enough in his interest for fennec to notice. he's down bad

"did killing him bring some benefit to you? I assume there was a reason.”

That makes him smile. The kind you can recognise, which is a fresh novelty in itself. Slim, crooked, closemouthed. But genuine.

You avert your eyes.

“Yes,” he says. 

“What was it?”

His hands jerk around the cards and he drops a couple. There’s only a little wave of vertigo that washes over you when he clears his throat, swiftly picking them back up. Boba does a good job of swallowing it, but you’re almost certain he’s taken aback. 

ok this whole section.............he's openly asking if they're ok, letting them know the zabrak wont be an issue anymore, that they're safe.........i need a moment.

Would thanking him be presumptuous, assuming that he killed the Zabrak — if he even did so himself — for your sake? Most probably, as a message to the Pykes. A warning, a deterrent. You were simply caught in the crossfire."

HE KILLED THEM FOR DOC HE KILLED THEM BC THEY HURT DOC!!!!! this might as well be a love confession from him honestly. ofc they don't see it that way bc that would be insane but its basically a proposal atp. that's what it is.

The table is made of chipped wood and covered with a waxy, plastic tarp and crates on top. You catch a gentle creaking from what is likely one of the table legs. You nearly smile at the comparison — one leg unable to keep up with the weight it’s carrying. Unable to hold in the complaints of its struggle.

The fruits are pretty. Some kind of citrus, with a deep, dark, reddish-pink rind that shines in the sunlight. Like jewels, stacked into hills before you. Like rouge-painted lips. Like blood, even, if you didn’t suspect they were artificially coloured.

i have nothing to say abt this its just a really pretty passage :)

Another market-goer and their bulky cart move to block your view. The irritation that rises in your chest, its quickness and burning acidity, surprise you. You stay silent but you know the words that try to escape, can feel their weight on your tongue.

Move, you want to demand. I know that man.

ok first off. clown behaviour. lmao u wanna look at the daimyo that badly Doc NoName? u wanna lean back and admire him? CLOWN. but also. smthn about how much they look at each other.......they're not trying to look at boba because they have anything to express they just like looking at him.....

Not just yours, surely. There are other people, other stalls. Other things to warrant him ceasing all movement and staring like that. You’re fairly certain that he can’t see you peeking out of this alley, anyway; the angle’s all wrong. There are people in the way. It can’t be you he’s looking at.

Boba nods. Barely, near imperceptibly, but you see it.

BOBA STOPPING IN HIS TRACKS WHEN HE SEES DOC HE'S DOWN SO FUCKING BAD😭😭. the intimacy of it all................offering a greeting only they would recognize.......an acknowledgment simply for the sake of it............i need a minute again........

It’s not a coincidence that he’s standing here, just as you’re on your route back. You’re not stupid. 

boba's turn for clownery. ok mr fettucine ur just in the middle of their route running errands? staring at a noticeboard until you can 'accidentally' cross paths with them? he doesn't even fucking say anything when doc does get there 😭CLOWN SHIT

You peek into the packet as if it’ll give you some idea of what to talk about. It actually works. “Does Fennec like sweets?"

Boba’s helmet tilts, considering. “She likes gifts.”

she's just like me fr. sorry i gotta pause the bobadoc for my wife its in the name and everything. ill give u all the sweets in the world master assassin fennec shand

He nods down at your bag. “I’ll carry it.”

he walks them back.........offers to carry their bag.......offers them a ride back unprompted........u just KNOW he wanted to offer it himself after missing his chance earlier

He turns his head up. There’s not much to see but a smattering of stars, the moons having risen firmly behind the two of you, but his helmet stays facing upwards for several paces. Those stars glitter and swirl in the inky-black of his visor.

this is so sweet they're so sweet ajsdfbnkv doc's just admiring him boba's walking them home im so !@#$%^&*(

obsessed with how he's basically openly courting doc at this point and they're still out here like 'hm maybe boba DOESN'T want to shoot me in the head wow.......must be bc fennec likes me.' THEY'RE SO DUMB THEY'RE SO STUPID I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH

the craft so long to learn・ chapter eight [syncopate]

➢ Running errands was never this interesting, before.

Pairing: Boba Fett/Reader, Fennec Shand & Reader — Gender Neutral.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4.9k

Tags/Warnings: References to past violence.

GIF credit:  @gffa​ - [x]

Notes: eight months, it has apparently been. in my flop era, i am.

series masterlist ・ ao3

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A fan of cards creases between your fingers. You squint, as if their faded numbers might contort themselves into different figures if you only concentrated a little more.

“You’re going to burn a hole through those.”

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[ellanainthetardis]

I don't even know how the other anon came up with "Trinky" but it's adorable! May I prompt it?

here you go [X]

Trinky

Effie tried to be quiet as she sneaked backinto the penthouse. Her friend’s birthday party had gone on forever and it wascloser to dawn than she had thought. She didn’t want to accidentally wakeHaymitch up and deal with his grumpiness all day.

Of course, she should have known better.

She stopped tiptoeing around when she spottedthe two men trying to get their way across the corridor.

“Late night out?” she called out, folding herarms across her chest.

Chaff was supporting most of Haymitch’s weightbut he wasn’t steady on his feet either and, when they turned around, theywobbled left and right.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Eleven’s victorlaughed. “Had fun, love?”

The look he gave her made her skin crawl andshe hastily adjusted the short sparkly silver dress she had on so it didn’tshow too much cleavage. She knew her make-up was a bit smudged and that herlight pink wig wasn’t as straight as it should have been, she hadn’t botheredcorrecting that because she had thought it was late enough that she would besafe from prying eyes.

She had spent most of the night dancing toforget about yet another loss for Twelve. She had drunk a little more than whatshe would usually allow herself too. In short, she wasn’t at her best. And shewas ready to bet Eleven’s victor was jumping to conclusions as to why shelooked so disheveled.

“Trinket!” Haymitch exclaimed joyfully beforeshe could politely tell Chaff to mind his own business. “Trinket, Trinkety, Trinky…”

Despite herself, she felt herself grin. “Someoneis in a good mood.”

Haymitch was wasted. There was no point beatingaround the bush about that. His eyes were glassy and he didn’t seem to be ableto stand straight. He had lost his tie somewhere and his shirt was halfunbuttoned, making her wonder what sort of shenanigans they had pulled that night.

“Someone got lucky.” Chaff chuckled, promptingHaymitch to start snickering too like it was the best joke.

If she had been a bit tipsy before, that newscertainly sobered her up. Not that she wantedto care. They had no rules, no agreement, nothing. They were free. That wasthe whole point of a no-string-attached affair. All the more so anot-acknowledged one. But…

“I do hope you two behaved.” she sighed withirritation. “Although you managed not to get arrested so there is always that.”She eyed Haymitch up and down, making an inventory of what she could see:hickeys on his neck and upper chest – had the woman chewed on him? – tangled hair as if someone had ran their hands init repeatedly, slightly swollen lips… She huffed. “Tell me you, at least, had the presence of mind not to do anything in front of a camera?”

She sodidn’t want to have to deal with romantic assumptions about her victor.Haymitch was usually discreet so it would hit the press fast and hard and itwould be a mess of dismissals and denials. The woman might want her fiveminutes of fame too, which would make it all the more complicated and it was far too early in the morning for her tohave to worry about that.

“Don’t be jealous, Trinky…” Haymitch slurred.“You’re prettier.”

“Why, thank you very much.” she scoffed.

“Yeah, don’t be jealous, Trinky.” Chaff taunted, still chuckling like an idiot. “I got luckytoo. Wanna hear about it?”

“Not really, no.” she countered firmly –because a drunk Chaff could getsharing and she really didn’t want to hear about his sexual exploits. “I willlive that particular damage control to yourescort. I am certain Viola will be more than happy to deal with it.”

“Trinky…” Haymitch insisted, clearly not happy withthe lack of attention.

“Is that my new pet name? I think I preferred sweetheart.” she commented.

He pushed himself away from Chaff, almostmaking Eleven’s victor fall in the process, and stumbled closer to her. Shetried to catch him before he could do something stupid, like trip and hurthimself, but she ended up with her back to the wall, pinned by his whole body.He propped his forearm above her head and, since he looked steady enough likethat, she let go of his waist.

“She said she wanted to blow me off in therestroom.” he informed her.

She couldn’t help but wince when his breathrolled over her face.

“I do hope she offered you a mint first.” shedeadpanned, immediately looking in her clutch for just that. She always had some on her for this very reason – forhim or for her after a smoke. “Open up.”

He obediently opened his mouth and let herplace the candy on his tongue. She tried to ignore Chaff’s chortlings at theirantics.

“You’re saying I smell bad.” Haymitch astutely deduced – and given howintoxicated he was, it must have been more complicated than it looked.

“You should go to bed.” she replied, glancingover his shoulder at Eleven’s victor. “Perhaps it would be best if you stayedon the couch, Chaff. Or in one of the empty rooms if you must. I am not sureyou should go back alone in your state.”

It was only an elevator ride but… She hadlearned not to take the possible damages a drunk man could do – to others andto himself – lightly.

“Yousmell good.” Haymitch mumbled, either not aware or not caring that they had anaudience. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck and she firmly placed her hands onhis chest to keep him at a reasonable distance.

“I’m good, love.” Chaff answered. He took onestep, swayed, and then made a face. “Okay, maybe I’m gonna take the couch.”

“Good choice.” she snorted, turning herattention back to her own victor. “As for you…”

“She had a green mouth.” he muttered as if hehadn’t been interrupted. “Didn’t want that around my dick…”

“Alright.” she hastily cut him off. “First, language. Second, I really do not needto hear every detail of your one-night-stand.”

“Oh, he didn’t score…” Chaff mocked while hemade his slow stumbling way to the living-room. He didn’t even turn back tolook at her.

“She had a green mouth.” he repeated again,running his fingers on her collarbone. She tossed a quick look at Chaff’sretreating back but he disappeared around the corner without a glance. “Yourskin’s so soft…”

“And wasn’t herskin soft?” she hissed, making an effort to keep her annoyance under check.

His grey eyes bore into hers and, drunk or not,she thought he had figured it out.

“She didn’t kiss good.” he said. “Not likeyou.”

She reached out and brushed her fingertipagainst one of the teeth marks on his neck. “You certainly let her kiss you alot of times for someone who did not kiss that well.”

“I wanted to for a while.” he admitted. “Then…”

“Then, what?” she sighed, gently but firmlysteering him in the direction of his bedroom.

“Then I wanted you.” he said and she faltered.

He could say the sweetest things sometimes –usually when he was wasted out of his mind and wouldn’t remember them thefollowing morning.

“So you did notlet her give you a blow job?” she clarified, nudging the bedroom door shut withher foot behind them. With Chaff in the penthouse, she didn’t want anyconversation to be accidentally overheard.

She made a face at the state his bedroom was inbut still helped him to sit on the bed. He immediately flopped down on hisback, his eyes on her the whole time.

“Nah.” he shook his head. His lips stretchedinto a smirk and his voice took a whiny tone. “Trinky…”

“Enough with that ridiculous name.” she shushedhim, crouching to take off his shoes.

He mulled that over for a few seconds. “Effie.”

“Better.” she humored him, placing a knee onthe bed to finish unbuttoning his shirt. His hand immediately coiled around theback of her thigh. He didn’t do anything really, he just held on to her, his thumbdrawing distracting circles on her skin. “Haymitch.” she warned.

“You’re gonna suck me off?” he asked.

She almost burst out laughing. Trust men tonever lose sight of their goal when it was about sex.

“No.” she replied, moving to his belt. She unbuckledit quickly and unzipped his pants, unable notto notice that he wasn’t indifferent to what was going on. She pretended shedidn’t realize.

He was pouting when she tugged his pants offhim. “Why?”

“Because you are wasted, Haymitch.” sheanswered.

“I don’t mind.” he immediately protested,taking the hand she outstretched to help him up to a sitting position.

“I do.” she shrugged, slipping his shirt off.“Now, get some sleep. I have a feeling you will have a difficult morning.” Sheshould have expected it but she didn’t see it coming. He grabbed her around thewaist and pulled her down with him and she shrieked in surprise. “Haymitch!”She tried to make him loosen his grip but he wouldn’t let her go. He wasn’ttrying to start anything though, so, after a few seconds, she stoppedstruggling and pursed her lips, cushioning her head on her bent arm. Theystared at each other for a while, lying on their sides. He had that soft smirkon his lips… “You are a ridiculous man.” she declared, as much for his benefitsas for hers.

“Tell me a story.” he demanded.

His breath was a mix of whiskey, scotch andmint. Not quite pleasant.

“Should I make it a fairy tale and tuck you inwhen I am done?” she mocked.

“Sassy.” he accused.

“Perhaps.” she granted, eyes twinkling inamusement.

“Tell me something about you.” he insisted.

That wasn’t an usual request and she ponderedit for a moment. What she wanted to share and what she wanted to keep. How muchof her persona she wanted to drop. How dangerous it would be to let him seebehind the mask.

She settled for something safe in the end.Something inconsequential.

“My mother has this favorite wig… A lucky charmof sort. She wears it at every big event she throws.” she explained. “Once, Iput some itching powder in it after she made a very distasteful comment on myfigure. She spent the whole party trying not to be too obvious when shescratched her head.”

He chuckled a lot more than the anecdotewarranted but she figured alcohol must have made the story funnier.

“Did she find out?” he asked.

“I am still alive, am I not?” she grinned.“That should answer your question.”

“How old were you?” he snorted.

“Well, it was two weeks ago. I will leave themath to you.” she deflected. Her nephew was still trying to figure out what hadhappened to his itching powder, poor child.

He laughed so hard that tears gathered in hiseyes.

“You’re crazy.” he said when he calmed down.

“You are drunk.” she retorted with a huff.

He watched her for a minute and then leaned into press his forehead against hers. “Wait ‘till I’m asleep, yeah?”

She ran her fingers through his hair,distractedly trying to untangle it, not understanding how it must feel to be soafraid to go to sleep. She knew he dreaded the nightmares. How could she not whenshe was woken up by his screams every few nights, even a corridor away?

“Of course.” she whispered.

“You’re the best, Trinky.” he mumbled,tightening his grip on her waist as if she was nothing more than a giant teddybear.

“Try to remember that when you are awake, wouldyou?” she teased without any heat.

He would have forgotten the next day but… itdidn’t matter.