#I mean just in the tags but still to be safe

[writeriguess]

Can you do Katsuki x female reader where reader's daughter (who she had with another man years ago, her ex turned out to be abusive) finally warms up to Katsuki enough to start calling him her dad? The girl has traumas about her dad so it's a big step.

author's note: never mind about the GIF library—it only seems to work with certain tags. Katsuki's tag takes 5 minutes to load before throwing me with an error. I'll try adding GIFs to posts that actually load for me.

Piece by Piece

Katsuki had always been patient, in his own rough-edged way. He knew better than to force anything, especially when it came to your daughter, Aimi. She had every reason to be wary of men, of father figures, and he never blamed her for keeping her distance. He had seen the haunted look in her eyes when she flinched at loud voices, how she hesitated before speaking, always gauging if she was safe.

At first, she barely acknowledged him, only ever referring to him as "Mom’s boyfriend" or simply "Katsuki." It stung a little, but he never let it show. Instead, he showed up—again and again. Helping her with homework, cooking meals when you were busy, staying up with her when she had nightmares, and never pushing when she needed space. He wasn’t trying to replace anyone. He just wanted her to know that he wasn’t going anywhere.

There were tough days. Days where she barely spoke a word to him, locking herself in her room, the old memories dragging her down. On those nights, he’d stay up, making sure she knew he was around if she needed anything. Some nights she had nightmares. He heard her muffled cries through the door but never forced his way in. Instead, he left a cup of tea outside her door, a small note scrawled on it: "You’re safe. We’ve got you."

Slowly, she started warming up. Small things—like watching TV in the same room as him instead of avoiding him altogether. Asking him to pass the salt at dinner instead of pretending he didn’t exist. He took every small win, knowing trust took time.

Tonight was no different. You had fallen asleep on the couch after a long day, leaving Aimi and Katsuki alone in the kitchen. She sat at the table, lazily pushing around the remains of her dinner while Katsuki stood at the sink, washing dishes.

“You don’t have to do that,” Aimi mumbled, staring at the soapy water. “Mom’ll do it in the morning.”

Katsuki huffed, rinsing off a plate. “Tch. Ain’t lettin’ her wake up to a mess. She does enough as it is.”

Aimi was quiet for a moment, watching him. He knew that look—like she was debating something, turning it over in her mind. “You always help,” she said finally, almost accusingly.

Katsuki dried his hands and leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Yeah. So?”

She fidgeted, picking at the edge of her sleeve. “My real dad never did.”

His chest tightened, but he didn’t say anything. Just let her talk.

“He used to yell at Mom a lot. At me, too.” Her voice was small, but steady. “I used to wish he’d just leave us alone. But when he finally did, I still felt…wrong. Like maybe I wasn’t good enough.”

Katsuki’s hands clenched into fists, his nails biting into his palms. The urge to track down that bastard and make him regret every word, every bruise, every scar he’d left on them—it burned hot inside him. But this moment wasn’t about his anger. It was about Aimi.

He forced himself to take a slow breath. “That asshole had nothin’ to do with your worth, kid. He was just a piece of shit who didn’t deserve you or your mom.”

Aimi looked up at him then, really looked at him. “You’re different.”

He shrugged, trying to play it cool even though his heart was hammering. “Damn right, I am.”

She gave a small, almost shy smile. Then, barely above a whisper, she said, “Thanks, Dad.”

Katsuki froze. The plate in his hand nearly slipped. He turned to her slowly, his throat tight. “What’d you just say?”

She shifted, suddenly nervous. “I mean—only if you want me to call you that—”

He was across the room before she could finish, pulling her into a hug. He felt her stiffen at first, but then she melted into him, clutching his shirt with small hands.

“You’re damn right I do,” he murmured, his voice rough, thick with emotion. “You’re my kid now, got it?”

Aimi sniffled against his chest. “Okay…Dad.”

Katsuki held her tighter, pressing his chin against her head. He stayed like that, letting her feel the steady strength of his arms. After a few moments, she let out a small laugh, muffled against his chest.

“You’re squishing me.”

He grunted but loosened his grip slightly. “Tch. You’ll live.”

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her expression softer than he’d ever seen. “I think I’m really lucky.”

Katsuki’s throat tightened again, and he ruffled her hair roughly to hide the way his eyes burned. “Damn right you are. Best damn dad you coulda picked.”

She giggled, a sound so rare it made his heart ache. “Yeah. I think so too.”

Yeah, he’d never let her or you go. Not for anything.

[aventurineswife]

Reader flinches during an argument😩🤚

You cna make it just flinching or them actually accidentally hurting reader, whatever you're more comfortable with

Characters: Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Kaveh and Therta (get it? Cuz The Herta can be shortened to Therta... haha... ha)

Trust Reforged in the Quiet

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, The Herta x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Emotional Vulnerability, Arguments, Flinching Reaction, Apologies, Reconciliation, Romantic Tension, Communication, Soft Moments.

Warnings: Emotional conflict, Raised voices, Accidental intimidation, Mentions of guilt and emotional vulnerability. (No physical harm or abuse.)

A/N: yeah... I totally got it, ahahaha.. ha 🧍‍♀️

The peaceful glow of the Luofu was overshadowed by the tense atmosphere between you and Jing Yuan. The General stood in his study, his eyes fixed on you, frustration flickering behind their usual calm. The argument had started small, but it spiraled into something you hadn’t anticipated.

“You don’t understand the weight of these decisions,” Jing Yuan said, his tone sharper than usual. “Every action has consequences—not just for us, but for the entire Alliance.”

“I’m trying to help you!” you shot back, voice trembling. “But you keep shutting me out like I’m just an outsider!”

Jing Yuan ran a hand through his long hair, visibly exasperated. “It’s not about shutting you out—it’s about protecting you. Don’t you see that?”

When he suddenly stepped closer, his voice louder than before, you instinctively flinched, taking a step back. His eyes widened, his anger evaporating in an instant.

“Wait…” His voice softened. “Did you just flinch?”

You looked down, ashamed. The moment hung heavy in the air. Jing Yuan’s heart ached at the sight of you retreating from him, and he cursed himself for letting his emotions overwhelm his judgment.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, his hands hovering before dropping to his sides. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He took a step back himself, giving you space. “I would never hurt you.”

You hesitated before nodding, your eyes still wary. Jing Yuan took a deep breath, his usual calm returning. He walked to his desk, retrieved a cup of tea, and set it down in front of you.

“Let’s talk—properly this time,” he said, his voice steady but laced with remorse. “I want to listen to you, truly.”

And for the first time that evening, you felt safe enough to let him in.

The opulent office felt suffocating as Aventurine paced back and forth, his normally suave demeanor unraveling. You had challenged one of his high-stakes decisions, and he hadn’t taken it well.

“You think I didn’t calculate the risks?” he barked, his voice sharp as a blade. “You think I don’t know exactly what I’m doing?”

“I’m saying it’s dangerous, Aventurine!” you shot back, your voice rising to match his. “You can’t keep gambling with people’s lives like this!”

His eyes burned with frustration. “You don’t understand the game I’m playing! Every move I make is—”

When he spun to face you, gesturing emphatically, you flinched, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. The slight recoil stopped Aventurine mid-sentence. His hand, frozen mid-air, dropped to his side.

For a moment, silence reigned. Then, his voice came out softer, almost unsure. “Did I… scare you?”

You didn’t respond immediately, and that was answer enough. Aventurine’s usually confident mask cracked, revealing the guilt underneath. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his tone devoid of its usual bravado. “I let my temper get the better of me.”

You crossed your arms, your voice shaky. “I just want you to see that I care, Aventurine. You don’t have to face everything alone.”

He chuckled dryly, his smile weak but genuine. “It seems I’m the one who needs a reminder of that sometimes.” He reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing yours. “Can we try this again? No shouting this time.”

You nodded, and as he led you to sit beside him, the gambler seemed determined to show you he was more than just his sharp words and risky strategies.

The gentle hum of the Astral Express felt distant as you and Dan Heng faced off in the library. He rarely raised his voice, but tonight, his frustration was palpable.

“You can’t just rush into danger like that!” Dan Heng exclaimed, his voice uncharacteristically forceful. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”

“I was trying to help!” you defended, equally upset. “You always act like I can’t handle myself!”

“Because you don’t see the risks!” He stepped forward, his hand clutching his spear. “What if something had happened to you? Do you think I could—”

When his voice rose further, and his spear clinked against the floor as he adjusted his grip, you flinched, taking a step back. Dan Heng immediately froze, his sharp eyes widening in realization. The air grew heavy with the weight of what had just happened.

“You…” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He set his spear down, his hands shaking slightly. “I didn’t mean to… I would never—”

You looked away, biting your lip. “It’s fine. I just… wasn’t expecting you to—”

“No, it’s not fine,” he interrupted, his voice steady but filled with guilt. “I lost control. That’s on me.”

Dan Heng lowered himself to sit on the edge of the table, his posture uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I don’t want to push you away. I’m just… scared of losing you.”

You hesitated before stepping closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m scared too, but we need to face this together. You don’t have to carry everything on your own.”

He nodded, his usual calm slowly returning. “You’re right. I’ll… do better.”

In that moment, you saw the real Dan Heng—not the stoic guardian, but the man who carried the weight of the past and feared losing the one person who made him feel safe.

The grandiose living room of Alhaitham's home felt oppressive as your argument with Kaveh escalated. He stood in the middle of the room, his expressive eyes alight with frustration. You had challenged one of his decisions, and his idealistic nature didn’t take it lightly.

“You don’t understand what this means to me!” Kaveh exclaimed, his voice shaking. “I worked my entire life to make a difference through my designs! And now you’re questioning that?”

“I’m not questioning your work, Kaveh,” you said, your voice tinged with desperation. “I’m worried about you! You’re pushing yourself too hard, taking on too much—”

“Because I have to!” he shouted, his hands flaring in an animated gesture. “If I don’t, who will? Do you think anyone else cares as much as I do?” He stepped closer, his tone growing sharper as he continued. “Stop acting like you—”

Your body reacted before your mind could catch up. You flinched, taking a small step back as his voice rose and his movements became more animated. The action stopped him in his tracks, the weight of the moment crashing down around him like a crumbling structure.

His arms dropped to his sides, and his face fell. “Did… did I scare you?” he asked, his voice suddenly quiet and laced with regret.

You didn’t reply immediately, your throat tight with emotion. “I—I didn’t mean to—” you started, but Kaveh shook his head, cutting you off.

“No,” he said firmly, his tone filled with self-reproach. “This isn’t on you. I… I shouldn’t have yelled like that.” He took a step back, giving you space, his eyes filled with guilt. “I never meant to make you feel unsafe.”

“Kaveh…” you began, your voice softening.

He turned away briefly, running a hand through his hair. “I let my emotions get the better of me. Again. It’s just… everything feels like it’s falling apart, and I’m trying so hard to hold it together.”

You stepped forward hesitantly, placing a hand on his arm. “I know you’re trying, Kaveh. But you don’t have to do it alone. You don’t have to carry this weight by yourself.”

He looked at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I just… I don’t know how to let go. But I don’t ever want to hurt you, not even by accident.”

“You won’t,” you assured him, squeezing his arm gently. “But you need to let yourself rest, Kaveh. Let yourself breathe.”

He nodded slowly, his usual dramatic flair subdued by the gravity of the moment. “You’re right. I’ll… I’ll try. For you.”

And as the tension eased, you saw in his eyes the vulnerability he often tried to mask with passion and idealism—a man who cared so deeply, it sometimes consumed him.

The sterile halls of Herta’s spaceship echoed with the sharp edge of your argument. Herta stood before her console, her fingers tapping impatiently on its surface as she glared at you.

“Do you even understand the magnitude of what I’m trying to achieve here?” she asked, her tone biting. “This isn’t just some experiment—it’s a breakthrough!”

“I do understand,” you replied, your voice raised. “But you’re so focused on the outcome that you’re ignoring the risks!”

Herta’s eyes narrowed as she whirled around to face you, her movements swift and deliberate. “Risks are inevitable in science! If I stopped every time something was dangerous, we wouldn’t even have the Simulated Universe! You—” She gestured sharply, stepping closer as her voice grew louder.

The suddenness of her movement made you flinch, your shoulders tensing as you instinctively stepped back. The reaction was subtle but unmistakable. Herta froze mid-sentence, her eyes widening in realization.

She stared at you for a long moment, the tension in her posture dissipating. “Wait… did I just… scare you?” she asked, her voice unusually soft.

You looked away, unable to meet her gaze. “It’s fine. I know you didn’t mean to.”

But Herta shook her head, her usual detached demeanor cracking. “No, it’s not fine,” she said, setting her clipboard aside. “I might be a genius, but that doesn’t give me the right to… intimidate you like that.”

You glanced at her, surprised by the remorse in her tone. “Herta…”

She crossed her arms, avoiding your eyes as she spoke. “I get so caught up in my work, I forget about the people around me. I’m sorry.” She sighed, her sharp wit returning slightly. “It seems even I have room for improvement.”

You chuckled softly despite the tension. “You think?”

She smiled faintly, stepping closer but keeping her movements slow and deliberate. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll explain everything properly this time—no yelling, no dramatics.”

You nodded, the knot in your chest loosening. “I’d like that.”

As she guided you to her desk, the usual confidence in her demeanor was tempered by a quiet sincerity. For the first time, you saw the side of Herta that wasn’t just a genius or a scientist, but someone who valued your trust more than any experiment.

[inseobts]

Heyo, I hope you’re well and keeping nice and warm? I was wondering if you’d ever consider a continuation to Undercover Lovers, maybe with putting Hiyori in between? All good if you don’t think of continuing the story, take good care!! ❤️

Undercover Lovers Part 2

zoro x reader

while waiting for luffy and the others to return from whole cake island, you and the rest of the crew are forced to go undercover in wano, where your and zoro's cover as a loving couple quickly gets complicated.

PART 1

a/n: thank you cutie, hope you like it (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡

words count: 1.2k

tags: wci and wano spoilers, fake dating, romance, soft zoro

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The streets of Wano are quieter at night, but the tension in the air never fades. You and Zoro maintain your cover, still pretending to be a loving couple, but something has shifted again since the arrival of Kozuki Hiyori.

She had appeared unexpectedly, her presence like a gentle breeze, graceful, elegant, and far too comfortable in Zoro’s personal space. At first, you brushed it off, knowing that she had her reasons for staying close to him. But as the days passed, irritation settled in your chest like an immovable weight.

After escaping Orochi’s men, you, Zoro, Hiyori, and Toko take shelter in an old, hidden house in the Ringo region. The place is small but safe, with only a single futon, a few worn-out blankets, and enough food to last for a few days. You expected this to be just another part of the mission, but soon, it starts feeling like something else entirely.

Like you don’t belong.

Hiyori insists on tending to Zoro’s wounds, her delicate hands carefully wrapping bandages around his torso. You sit in the corner of the room, arms crossed, watching in silence. Toko giggles as she plays nearby, occasionally running up to Zoro and poking his arm, completely at ease.

“You should be more careful, Zoro-san,” Hiyori murmurs, her voice soft “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

Zoro huffs “I’ll be fine. It’s just a scratch.”

You clench your jaw. A scratch? He was bleeding all over the place earlier, and now he’s letting Hiyori fuss over him like a doting wife? You should be the one doing that, you’re supposed to be his partner in this mission, not her. And after what happened with that Miyamoto man you really started feeling you and Zoro could be closer.

Hiyori dabs a cloth against Zoro’s chest, far too gentle for your liking. You shift uncomfortably, biting back the urge to yank the bandages from her hands and do it yourself.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Toko’s voice snaps you from your thoughts.

You force a smile “Yeah, just tired.”

Hiyori glances at you but says nothing. Instead, she returns to Zoro, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she continues tending to him. The sight makes your stomach twist.

Over the next few days, things only get worse. The house is small, which means you’re constantly near Zoro, Hiyori, and Toko. And with each passing moment, you feel more like an outsider.

Zoro and Toko have a strange yet adorable bond. She clings to him, calling him “Zorojuro” and making silly faces until he chuckles, something he rarely does. Then there’s Hiyori, who always sits gracefully beside him, laughing at his blunt words, tending to his wounds, and cooking meals as if this is their normal life.

It’s like you’ve walked into someone else’s home.

One evening, after dinner, Toko jumps onto Zoro’s back, giggling “Zorojuro! Carry me like a samurai!”

Zoro grunts but obliges, lifting her effortlessly. She throws her arms out, pretending to fly, while Hiyori watches with a soft, affectionate expression.

“You’re quite good with children, Zoro-san,” she comments “I think you’d make a wonderful father.”

You freeze. The image before you is too much... Zoro carrying Toko like a father playing with his child, Hiyori watching like a proud mother. And then there’s you, sitting in the corner like some outsider who stumbled into their perfect little family.

Zoro scoffs at Hiyori’s words “Not happening.”

Hiyori only smiles knowingly “You never know.”

Something in you snaps. You abruptly stand up, your chair scraping against the wooden floor “I’m going for some air.”

Zoro’s gaze flickers toward you, but he doesn’t stop you. Hiyori, on the other hand, tilts her head curiously “Be careful, Y/N.”

You step outside, taking a deep breath. The cold Wano air stings your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the sting in your chest. Why does this bother me so much?

You lean against the wall, closing your eyes. You’ve faced enemies, fought battles, and endured grueling missions. But somehow, watching Zoro with Hiyori and Toko feels like the hardest challenge yet.

Because for the first time, you’re not fighting an enemy.

You’re fighting the sinking feeling that maybe… you’re not needed here at all.

That night, when you finally return inside, Zoro is awake, sharpening his swords by the dim candlelight. Hiyori and Toko are already asleep, curled up comfortably in the futon. You hesitate in the doorway, watching the flickering light dance across Zoro’s face.

He doesn’t look up, but he speaks “You’ve been acting weird.”

You cross your arms, leaning against the doorframe “Weird how?”

Zoro sets his whetstone down and finally meets your gaze “You keep running off. Snapping at little things. Something bothering you?”

You scoff, shaking your head “Nothing. Just tired.”

His eyes narrow slightly “Bullshit.”

You exhale sharply, rubbing your temples “What do you want me to say, Zoro? That I feel like I don’t belong here? That I feel like I’m watching some perfect little family while I’m just… there?”

Zoro blinks, clearly caught off guard. He sets his sword aside, his gaze unreadable “You think that?”

You gesture toward the sleeping figures “Look at them. Look at you. It’s like you fit into this life so easily. And me? I’m just—”

“An idiot” Zoro interrupts.

You glare at him “Excuse me?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair “You really think I see it that way? Hiyori and Toko are just people I helped. That’s it. And yeah, they’re nice, but they’re not—” He pauses, exhaling heavily “They’re not you.”

Your breath catches “What?”

Zoro leans forward slightly, his voice quieter now “I’m not doing this mission with them. I’m doing it with you.”

His words send a warmth through your chest, but before you can process it, Zoro steps closer, his gaze locked onto yours. The air between you grows thick, and then without another word he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss is firm, reassuring, yet impossibly gentle. His hands find your waist, grounding you as your heart pounds against your ribs. You melt into him, gripping his yukata as if he’s the only thing keeping you steady.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours “That clear enough for you?” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You blink up at him, breathless “Yeah… pretty clear.”

“Go to sleep,” he mutters, picking up his sword again “Stop overthinking.”

You hesitate, but finally, you nod. As you lay down, the warmth in your chest lingers, pushing away the doubts. Maybe you weren’t just an outsider after all.

Maybe you actually had a place here, with him.

The next morning, the atmosphere is tense, but different. You’re still processing Zoro’s words when Hiyori approaches him with a bright smile “Zoro-san, would you like me to prepare your meal first?”

Before you can react, Zoro casually drapes an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer “Nah. Y/N always eats with me first.”

Hiyori blinks in surprise, her eyes flicking between the two of you “Oh… I see.”

Toko giggles “Y/N and Zorojuro are togeeeeether!”

You feel your face heat up, but Zoro doesn’t let go. Instead, he smirks slightly, squeezing your shoulder just enough to make you relax “Yeah”

Hiyori simply smiles, nodding.

You glance up at Zoro, your heart hammering. He looks down at you with an easy smirk, his fingers gently tracing your back in an absentminded yet possessive gesture. And for the first time in days, you don’t feel like an outsider.

You feel like you belong.

With him.

[xxacidnekoxx]

It took a lot of energy to make that vent comic and it was the most difficult artwork I ever made ... I pushed hard to get to this point .. in my past when I would try to mention that sort of thing or that kind of topic at all in a serious way or find community of people who might understand what I been through. everyone would just be like " this is too dark please shut up and go back to drawing cute furry comfort-art . " But I am really affected by things that happened to me and I want to draw with honesty I want to be myself and to stop catering to people who just want me to be marketable. I'm a real person. I draw vent art sometimes.. I have a lot of trauma

I was absolutely amazed about the amount of people that could relate deeply! God damn it made me feel so much less alone and scared when I read the tags I really wasn't alone. I normally have a deep gaping hole in my heart after all that happened it's like a piece of me floating around in a void .. but a lot of people completely understood the trauma and there's something about seeing people say things that looks like it would have come out of my own mouth but it is coming out of someone else !!! I feel like there is a pressure leaving my body like a heavy cloud is lifting out of me !!! And I'm still processing the relief. There's a million things I could say about how I feel but mostly it's all coming from realizing how scared I was to talk, how mean everyone was, how long the journey was , how things are now in contrast to how they used to be ... I'm in a spot in my life where I'm safe and loved and it's beautiful. Looking back on the situation and thinking about how easily I could have been stuck in that relationship.. its all really overwhelming to think about !!!

And I don't try to think of a made up person I'm supposed to become anymore I don't try to hide the parts about my life that aren't beautiful to become someone who isn't me. Because I'm me and I enjoy it. I love that I can get up and leave a situation at any time. I love to have freedom to say no and I surround myself with people who genuinely want me to be safe. I felt so dehumanized in the past and it was horrible. Like as if I was just an art and jokes machine... as if people were still going to start telling me to shut up or that Im a bitch for refusing someone... but it was just support this time. Things are getting better.

[kyxhiin]

SIGHHHHH no new posts on the Billy Batson tag, then i remember I'm one of the people who make those posts. Now eat these little crossover interactions.

1. Danny Phantom. Shhh let's pretend Danny knows Billy's identity

Captain Marvel: Danny... Is there any slurs for ghosts .. Cause I don't wanna offend Them! And Solomons refusing to say something for some reason..

Danny in ghost form: Spooks... I think? Idk dude I don't know much about it either. Why do you wanna know anyway?

Captain Marvel: Thanks! Oh and one of the villains I recently fought was a ghost and he said every joke I said was a slur.

Danny: What??? What were the jokes anyways???

Captain Marvel: What does a ghost panda eat?..*waiting for a response that never comes*.. Bam-Boo.

Danny: They were right this should be a slur.

Captain Marvel: Hey!

2. Saiki K. Don't ask please I just really wanted this.

Saiki, trying to not pull up a face reading Billy's mind cause WHY are there literal gods in this kids head: ...

Solomon to the babi: Billy. Somebody's intruding your mind right now.

Billy: Aw shucks. *in thought ofc.*

Achilles: Aren't you gonna do anything about it??

Billy: I mean.. Do they have bad intentions? Or like are they gonna reveal my identity?

Solomon: No it seems not, but it would be wise to protect yourself from these kinds of things-

Billy: Can't we just leave it be?

Saiki still continuing to stare down Billy, trying to not make it obvious because how did the voices inside this kids head know??!!

3. Tony Stark.

Opening the door to his house In a pink robe midday, to see little Billy boy standing infront of it.

Tony: What kid, here to sell boy scout cookies? Who am I kidding those don't exist.. Wait do they?

Billy with the little baby smile, weirdly telling him everything because Solomon pissed him off so he's not listening to him anymore: No sir! I just crashlanded not far from here and the gods in my head told me it will be safe to come here!

Tony screaming behind the door:... PEPPER WE EITHER GOT A SCHIZOPHRENIC KID ON THE DOOR STEP OR WE HAVE TO CALL STRANGE!

Welp that's it.. I'm not very well versed in Marvel or Danny Phantom so some of these may be ooc.

[onioety]

Hello, I desperately need to ramble about Squid Game and specifically about Sangihun and Inhun (obviously about Sangwoo, Gihun and In-Ho individually as well). Yes, it's my time to shine, I just can't keep my mouth shut after taking a look at the infinite ship and characterization wars going on online. Thankfully Tumblr is this fandom cottage safe space for me, so I'll speak my truth freely to anyone that feels like reading (or maybe just to myself, one has the right to yap and be self-indulgent).

First of all, why are we discussing over and over again about Sangihun's and Inhun's potential as if they were fixed dichotomies? Gihun's relationship with both Sangwoo and In-Ho is both complex and deeply interesting and both are very valuable to me. None of them are exempt from toxicity, let me point that out, but that's part of their complexity! Both portray situations and dichotomies between the characters, their feelings and their ideologies.

Sangihun portrays the relationship of two childhood friends, growing up together, separated by time, circusntances and personal choices. Gihun looks up to Sangwoo because, in his eyes, he's everything he could never had but admire: smart, a scholar, idolized by his mother, highly competent, always aware of his actions. Turns out Sangwoo, obviously, lacks some precious qualities Gihun has; he's kind, altruistic and naturally understands and connects with those around him, regardless of his happy-go-lucky demeanor and his lack of conscience over his actions. Sangwoo recognizes and admires this, but, at the same time, perceives them as weakness that may go, even, against Gihun's own integrity and chances of survival. His affection towards Gihun is genuine, yet he has this latent feeling of superiority, believing he can look down on his friend, at the same time he recognizes himself as a failure.

I really like how Sangwoo is written and believe it makes no sense trying to give him a "good" or "evil" tag, as no character in Squid Game falls purely under one of these two categories, just like all of us. That's why they're so realistic and well-written. When Gihun loses him, he just can't be the person he used to be anymore. Still, he is. Contrast between radical change and permanence in his character is beautiful.

Now speaking of Inhun and In-Ho, I adore them. In-Ho wants Gihun to became exactly what he is, yet the beauty resides in him wanting, after all, to became someone like him, to regain some hope in kidness. He has become this Hobbesian mess, but I'm sure he envies whatever seems intrinsic to Gihun, that allows him to remain altruistic; 'pure'. Ruining Gihun himself means proving life is as senseless and terrific as it proved itself to be when he first played the game, as he has witnessed during years. But in his actions he wishes to became what he never could.

And Gihun finds in him, as Yong-Il, someone that believes in him, a support, a needed hand in a moment of doubt,a gift of vulnerability, that isn't completely faked. In-Ho, Young-Il and the Frontman aren't 'personas' or 'fake identities', they're all real parts of a same individual. This character is just so interesting and fascinating to me. I NEED TO KNOW MORE

Anyways, Sangihun and Inhun canon. And both Sangwoo and In-Ho are very interesting, not completely evil, absolutely not completely good. As human as everyone else in the series. Humanity acquires a different meaning for each of them 👍🏽

[bullet-prooflove]

For Sale: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @ilovemark1951 @love-affair-with-fandoms @clarasmoon @mishkatelwarriorgoddess

Companion piece to:

The Ice Queen - Gibbs meets The Ice Queen for the first time.

Break The Ice - A act of decency helps Gibbs to break the ice.

Grave - You and Gibbs bump into each other in an unexpected place.

Safe - You and Gibbs work through your grief in different ways.

Check In - Gibbs checks in with you after the night before.

Wait It Out - You and Gibbs wait out a threat to your saftey.

All Dressed Up - You and Gibbs have a frank conversation about an office event.

Right Here - You come home to find Gibbs waiting for you on your doorstep.

Revelations - Gibbs is surprised to discover a connection between you and Mike Franks.

Haunted (ft: Mike Franks) - Mike reflects on your prior history.

Lilies - Gibbs knows you're not fine.

Closure - Gibbs supports you in the aftermath of the arrest.

Save Me San Francisco - Gibbs is forced to confront his feelings when you leave for San Franisco.

Eurydice - Your relationship with Gibbs come to a head when you ask him a question he doesn't know how to answer.

Gibbs still runs past your house, it’s a habit he got into when he first settled in the area, one he maintains in your absence. Your sabbatical was supposed to be over a month ago but you’d extended it according to Franks. Gibbs knows it’s because of him.

You haven’t spoken since your last phone, not since you asked him that question, the one that keeps him up at night.

Do you want me Jethro? Do you want me the way that I want you?

He’d frozen in the moment, not been able to give you an answer and you’d taken it as a rejection, cutting off contact completely. The only reason he even knows you’re alive is because Franks still gets postcards of the landmarks you’ve been visiting. He sticks them to the filing cabinet with tape and Gibbs spends the hours in between cases trying to ascertain where you plan to visit next.

He's just starting to break a sweat on his run when he sees the For Sale sign propped up on your lawn. It hits him like a gut punch because he knows what it means, you’ve run out of reasons to return home now Violet’s murder is resolved. He cuts his run short, heads into the office early hoping to catch Mike Franks before anyone comes in.

“I ran past Maeve’s this morning.” He says, dogging the other man’s footsteps up the corridor. “There’s a For Sale sign outside her house.”

 “Yea.” Franks says as he takes off his sunglasses, tucking them into the pocket of his jacket. “She asked me to help with sale, she’s been looking at some property in San Franciso.”

“So she’s staying?” Gibbs questions as Franks drops into his chair, shuffling through the night shift’s reports.

“Looks like it.”

Franks may as well have carved a hole in his chest, torn his heart out and stomped on it.

It’s later that afternoon he asks Franks if he can take some leave. He has a couple of weeks saved up and they don’t have anything on the docket so Franks agrees. He packs  his duffle bag, snatching up one of the postcards from the filing cabinet before mapping out his journey from the front seat of his pickup truck.

It takes him nine hours to get San Francisco. He pulls up outside of a small grey house, with white trimmings, a set of steps leading up to the porch. His heart thuds in his chest as he takes them two at a time. He doesn’t make it to the top because the front door is already opening and there you are, stepping out onto the wooden slats clad in a light, navy blue skater dress that falls mid-thigh. Your hair is loose, flowing like burnished copper across your features and for a moment it feels like he can’t breathe because you, you’re absolutely stunning.

“Gibbs.” You say surprised, tucking your keys inside your purse. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He says as he stops on the step below you. “You look… You look god damn beautiful.”

You’re almost the same height at this angle. The fabric of the dress you’re wearing swishes in the nighttime air, brushing against his clothing in a way that’s almost sensual. His hands coming to rest on your hips as he looks into your eyes, drinking in that pretty shade of cornflower blue.  

“I’m supposed to be going on a date.” You tell him and he shakes his head in response to your words because he didn’t come all this way to fall at the final hurdle.

“No Maeve.” He says, his voice thick with want. “We’re staying in tonight.”

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[princessniquane]

Help

San/reader

Tags: overprotective Ateez, angst, accidental orgasm denial, fingering, squirting, kissing, pussy slapping, slight dom!San, slight pleasure dom!San, slight brat!reader

San helps out readers sexual frustration because friends scared the hoes

You and the boys were out at dinner to eat. It was a great time and everyone enjoyed the food and service, mainly you enjoyed the service and that shouldn’t have been a problem. Unfortunately for you, it was, because the boys were acting like complete assholes.They weren’t doing it too much to the cute server who was nice and complimented you but towards you.

Yes you were flirting back and why wouldn’t you? You’re single and you want to get laid, what’s wrong with that? Every time a guy tries to talk to you or get close to you, one of the boys push themselves in between. EVERY TIME! It’s like they have some kind of radar or something where if a guy comes up to you, they ruin your chances of getting laid. You’re pent up and freaking frustrated! They make sure they have an arm around you or be extra touchy.

“Why do you guys do that?”

“Do what?” Yunho asks whose arm is still around my shoulders.

“You know what I’m talking about. All of you do,” You say, trying not to lose your temper.

“He’s not worth your time,” Wooyoung says, brushing you off.

“Wooyoung is right, you know. You deserve better than that,” Yunho. The others nod their head agreeing.

“Oh? And who IS deserving?” You challenge them. “Please. Tell me. I’m all ears.” When no one says anything you get up and leave.

“Wait, come back.” They start pleading for you to come back but you’ve heard enough and just want to be left alone. You make your way home and try to calm down. You know they are doing this to look out for you but sometimes it’s just too much. You don’t interfere when they get hit on and asked out, if anything you encourage them to go and have some fun. When it happens to you ‘oh they’re not right for you’, ‘you can do better than him’, and blah blah blah. You just want to get off and go about your business, you’re not asking for marriage and kids with these guys.

You love them and all but this overprotectiveness is not working for you. It’s definitely not helping your libido. It’s killing it actually. When you get home you get ready for bed and put your toys out for another night of being blocked by THEM. You made sure to at least let them know you made it home before putting your phone on do not disturb, you don’t want them to worry and bother you during your alone time as well.

Ten minutes in, you’re almost there when there’s a knock at your door. At first you didn’t hear it but the person was persistent. You get up and cover yourself to open the door to San. He was leaning on the doorframe, hair slicked back and arm crossed. You sigh.

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

“I texted that I got home safe.”

“And then proceeded to put it on DND ignoring our calls and text messages.”

“Do you blame me?”

“Sweetheart…”

“No San! I get that you guys are looking out for me I do, but you can’t protect forever. You can’t scare off every guy that comes my way.”

“Sure about that,” he says raising his eyebrow. You go to close the door on him, but he pushes it open letting himself inside. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Of course you didn’t.” You plop yourself on the couch. San sits next to you and apologizes to you again. He turns to you looking at the carpet. You’re as stiff as a board because he interrupted your alone time and then he shows up looking and smelling good. Anyone with eyes can see how fine Choi San is. How kind, and thoughtful he is towards people. He’s exactly your type but you don’t want to ruin your friendship.

San being this close to you and you still being horny, is not helping at all. He needs to leave so you can relieve yourself and go to bed and hopefully forget about today. “What can I do?” You blink at him. “What can I do to help you out? I can do it, you know, just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” Your ears start to flush red.

“Wha-”

“You haven’t stopped squeezing your thighs together since I sat down. I know what you want. Say it,” he tells you, his voice lowered. You go to tell him to fuck off but he interrupts you again. “Let’s not pretend Sweetheart. All you have to do is ask, and you’ll get what you’ve been wanting all this time.”

“You…..”

He smirks while tilting his head to the side. “I…” You look away from his intense stare. San grabs your chin, turning your gaze back on him. “Don’t look away from me when we’re talking.” You try hard to look him in the eyes but you can’t so you look at his mouth. He scoffs. You bite your bottom lip and take a breath. He moves his head so you two meet eyes again. “There she is,” he smiles. One thing San knows how to do is disarm you of your walls. Not the walls you want him to but still. “Tell me.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “.....help,” you mumble.

He puts his hand to his ear. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

You push his shoulder. “I said I need your help ok!” he laughs. “It’s not funny San! I’m frustrated here!”

“Ok ok.” He spreads his legs wide and pats his thighs. You hesitate. Are you really going to do this? “Come on, I won’t bite. Let me help you with this, unless you don’t want any help?” You quickly get up and sit between his spread legs. He chuckles at you. “So cute.” He turns your head to look at him with a serious look on his face. “Are you sure you want to do this? WILL you let me do this?” You nod your head yes. “I need to hear you say it Sweetheart. Tell me you want this. We can stop anytime, just tell me…please,” he begs. He wants this just as much as you do.

“Please San, I want you to help me. I want this…want you.” As soon as he gets permission from you he removes your robe and then starts to rub up on your thighs. He spreads and kneads them in his hands earning a moan from you. He pulls you up right on his dick so you can feel how hard he is. You gasp.

“Do you see what you do to me? Ever since you opened the door in your robe with your chest nearly out. Fuck you must really wanted to kill me, opening the door looking like that,” he says as he rubs up and down your body. San kisses and sucks on your neck and shoulder while squeezing your breasts. You grind on his dick making him throw his head back on the couch. “Shit Sweetheart…”

San removes your panties and spreads your legs back open for him. He slowly massages your inner thighs getting closer and closer to your pussy. “Don’t tease San, please.”

“You’re no fun,” he pouts. San rubs inbetween your lips collecting your wetness and spreading it around your pussy and clit. You buck up into his hand but he uses his other hand to pull your hips down. “Stop that.” He goes back to rubbing your clit slowly getting you more and more wet until you start dripping on the couch. “Dripping just from a couple strokes Sweetheart?” he teases.

“San…” you breathe.

“Mmmm…” he goes back to rubbing up and down your slit and to your hole, teasing you. You buck up again. *Smack* San spanks your pussy. “What did I tell you Sweetheart?” The smack felt really good so you buck up again. You hear him scoff. “Alright. If that’s how you want to play it.” San takes one hand keeping one leg open and starts raining down hits on your covered pussy.

It may hurt but it hurts so good, especially on your clit. If you’re being honest with yourself you might actually just come like this. Spread open with San hitting your covered pussy. “If you were really about it, you’d do it without my panties in the way,” you challenge him. He stops and you can feel him relax even more behind you. You hear him suck in air behind you. You’re so fucked.

Without a word San removed your panties and put you right back in his lap. He leans close to your ear, “just remember you asked for this Sweetheart.” San rubs your pussy up and down quickly and back to your clit, quickening his paces. You follow his movements and then *smack* *smack* he lays two smacks on you and goes back to rubbing. Dan switches up when he spanks your pussy, never in the same pattern or on the same spot.

Honestly, this just makes things even more intense for you. You’re loving every second of this. One hit actually hurts and you close your legs, he stops and asks if you’re ok. You nod and he continues. He tells you to open back up and takes your mouth hostage.

As you two make out, he finally inserts two fingers inside you. Moaning into his mouth and feeling how tight you are, he can’t help but grind up into you. He wants to fuck you so bad but tonight isn’t about him, it’s about your pleasure and what you deserve, even though you’re being a brat.

San doesn’t waste time in going slow. He starts to finger you fast, he wants to hear you moan- no scream his name. He needs it. It doesn’t take long for you to say his name like a mantra as you get close. “San….San…fuck….” you moan. You start to buck up again and San puts an arm around your waste keeping you down. He bites down on your neck and you arch up against him. You’re so close.

“That’s it Sweetheart….cum on my fingers….so fucking good….so good for me….come on….thats it….”

“San San San…..fuuuucccckkk,” you scream as you cum on his fingers. San keeps fingering you through your orgasm. “Oooh fuck…San….San please….too much….” you moan.

“Want me stop?” he says slowing his fingers to a stop. You shake your head no quickly and San speeds his fingers back up. San goes back to rubbing your clit and back to your hole throwing in an occasional spank to you. Again, never in the same pattern or spot. The last couple hits to your clit, you squirt on his hand. San rubs your pussy spreading it all around, moaning in your ear as you ride it out.

Once you finally come down San stops and kisses the side of your head as you catch your breath. He holds you close as you lay back on his chest.

“Good?” he asks you. You nod your head as you start to doze off. San picks you up and takes you to your bedroom where he cleans you up and tucks you into bed. You grab his hand before he can try to leave. He looks into your sleepy eyes that asks him to stay. San smiles and gets in the bed behind you, pulling you into him, and kisses the top of your head.

A/n: I haven’t written smut in awhile so sorry if it feels rushed or anything. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[false-anomaly]

My mum & I have been debriefing abt the new protocol episodes and decided to look up the meanings of the names Chester, Norris and Augustus...

Together they quite literally mean 'Great Northern Fortress'. The main definition of Chester also states that it 'can be spotted as a placename element in cities like Manchester', where the institute WAS in this universe.

Their names literally mean the Magnus Institute. A Great Northern Fortress.

[thegreatyin]

And thus, with the passing of 24 hours, Caeru's ambition truly comes to an end. Major Nemesis spoilers below the cut- we're talking endgame ambition business here. Mostly on a character RP front.

The Doomed Scientist made quite a few... choice decisions, in the end. Killing Cups once and for all, recording his story as one of grief-

And sparing what little remained of Mr Mirrors, leaving it free to roam Parabola as it sees fit.

Some of them, he can explain. Others, he's still left to feel... discontent.

Cups needed to die. That much was certain from the start. It was a tyrant, as all Masters are, and complicit in the bargaining and eventual destruction of four (potentially five) cities, as all Masters are. It was an obstacle. A murderer. A petty monster that felt no remorse even on its deathbed, and it went out of its way to ruin multiple lives just because it felt owed its own sick and twisted idea of revenge.

It killed his first love. It looked him in the eyes and he knew what it had done and he knew from the start it was going to die.

Perhaps, in the end, it knew too. And yet it still pleaded, and wanted to live, and-

It made a bargain.

A bargain Caeru didn't take.

Not because he didn't want to. Gods, he wanted to. He wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else in the world. To have Greylu back, to give him the gift of life, of love, to show him the wonders of the Neath and the beauty of the correspondence and all of the people Caeru has met and loved and found home with along the way-

But. He couldn't.

Because Cups was a monster. And no matter what, it deserved to die. And he could not, in good conscience, allow it to live.

Even if sparing it meant everything he's ever wanted.

So he's left here, now. With a bloodied traveling coat, and a bloodsoaked knife, and a favor finally fulfilled.

And nothing to live for. No resurrected lover, no charming visits to Helicon, no slow dances in the living room, no memories to rebuild and lives to live and he won't live again-

Nothing. All he has is a coat born of obligation, not to his love, but to people he's never even met. To lives he's never even touched. To a paramour, still alive, with hair of rose-pink, who doesn't even remember her own brother's existence.

Cups didn't die for Caeru's sake. Cups died for the sake of all who wanted it dead. For the revenger's court, and the ghost screaming in his ear, and the reckoning that will not be postponed indefinitely.

And Caeru, who acted as a tool to carry out their wills? Who all but betrayed his own lover, just to satisfy a cause he never knew existed?

All Caeru is left with, is regret. Regret-

-And grief.

[tokutaiseichan]

i really like how chapter 23 is titled in Japanese. in English, it's simply "Stargazing with A Free Spirit" but in Japanese, it's called "満天を頂に叶えるは空の願い".

i'm struggling to translate and word it beautifully in English but it's roughly around the line of: What Grants [You] a Sky [Full of Stars] at the Summit was A Wish Upon the Sky or Wish Upon the Sky Blessing You with A Sky [Full of Stars] at the Summit

(i know it's kind of a mouthful / repetitive 😅 sorry, i still have a lot to learn)

why i like it? because of how they made it into a wordplay of Towa's name. Towa's given name is written as 叶空 in Japanese and as you can see here, it's incorporated in the title. i just think it's neat! especially when it's a chapter focusing on him. c:

funfact: Towa's name is written as 叶空 (叶 = to grant / fulfill, 空 = sky) but "towa" is also another way to read the word 永遠 (eternity / everlasting / forever, etc)!

[diabolicjoy]

i know this is childish but i hate not having a person to hold me accountable about my eating habits

[rmbunnie]

Immensely goofy how Tim Drake was explicitly intended to be/written with the purpose of being a much more likable and palatable Robin than Jason and then right out the gate in A Lonely Place of Dying we get the twofer of him going "WHOA really you mean it was the totally respectable guy openly trying to buy out the circus and praying on its downfall who was sabotaging it, NOT the employee spiraling over the prospect of losing his job who Dick explicitly told me it wasn't? Anyone would've guessed it was that clown chump, you're an awesome detective Dick!" and the infamous (to me) "If one cop gets taken out it doesn't matter because the police system is so expansive and unstoppable that it's become a faceless symbol more than a group of individuals, and that's what justice is. We need to be like THEM as heroes :D" Like I think overall he's decent enough but did they even try with that introduction? In what way was this the best shot at likable?

[yuanwang]

save me asian ocs.. save me...

[thelunarsystemwrote]

METEORESS LET'S GO

This is an oc my very very lovely best friend @tobi-draws (lol get tagged again) gifted me! I drew them today and here we are!

[lover-of-mine]

Its funny isn't it. there's a side of the fandom that can only cope if they think of Eddie as some cardboard cutout that they can project onto. Its why I think they have latched onto T*mmy so quickly, because he is literally their dream beige version of Eddie and for so long Eddie being a character who has his own motivations has ruined their headcannons. Didn't someone work out that Buck this season has had way more scenes involving Eddie than Eddie has involving Buck? But Eddie is supposed to be the one twiddling his thumbs whilst Buck is out there living life etc.

No, but that's exactly it for a portion of the people on the fandom and that is definitely what made people jump straight into T's arms. Eddie is a main character. He has dept and development. He has 6 seasons worth of a personality that doesn't fit the ideal partner they see for the wobbified version of Buck they made up in their heads. And considering the way that canon established Tommy as Eddie two steps to the left that Buck is projecting feelings into, fanon went wild. Tommy has no established personality. He has the begin episodes that paint him in a not so great light. They have the few scenes that exist with Buck where he exists, okay? He's doing the bare minimum. Sometimes not even that. But that means he is a character they can project anything they want into. He's a blank canvas. That means the space can be filled with whatever they see fit. And that means they can take the personality they convinced themselves Eddie had and copy/paste into T and move on. I've seen some awful takes. AWFUL. Like, some people are legit attacking Eddie to make him look better in comparison because they can't deal with the way that Eddie is still Buck's partner in crime. Eddie is not allowed to exist outside of Buck and some people just wanted to see Oliver make out with a guy. T does that. In a blank canvas. The show is historical for handling Buck's love life poorly and people are putting too much weight on interviews. They lie all the time because they can't give things up. I wanna know what's gonna happen if this relationship isn't the smooth sailing people decided it will be. There is a chance it will be fine and end amicably. But there's also a chance that it will get messy. Right now it could tip either way and I don't think that part of the fandom is gonna be ready to deal with shit if it gets messy. If T does something that goes against the perfect pedestal they put him in. People are already ignoring actually canon stuff like the way he left Buck in a curb, failed to communicate why he was leaving until he was in the car, and then didn't come back. So like, it's crazy. And yeah, a lot of Buck's arc so far has involved Eddie somehow, but Buck is adjacent to Eddie's. But I guess that's making it worse, because they don't like Eddie unless he's providing Buck with something they see fit and they are getting that somewhere else. Some people are showing that they don't have critical thinking skills when it comes to queer couples and honestly, that's kind of alarming.