#TEARS UP WHEN THEY DO SOEMTHING SO THOUGHTFUL FOR HIM

[asuyaka]

It is currently 3AM for me rn so apologies in advance if this looks like it was typed by a drunk person,

I've had this idea at random, but I'd like to request Teen!Gojo with Male!Reader(who Gojo has a fat crush on) who is very physically affectionate and by the power of plot armor has the a ability to break through Gojo's infinity. And so he uses this power, not to beat the living shit out of Gojo but rather to sneak behind him and either give him bear hugs from behind or tickle his sides whenever he isn't looking.

★ - Thank you for requestin' anon !! 'm in love with this concept s'muchhh!

☆ - Teen! Gojo Satoru x Plot armored! Male Reader (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

You,—contrary to popular belief— weren't a strong sorcerer.

At least not compared to the almighty Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. The strongest sorcerers of the modern era.

Though, there is one thing about your technique that could easily make you one of the strongest. If you trained and worked with it, but that's too much work.

Your technique was sort of like Shoko's. RCT, but you had better control of it due to constant training when you were young.

So, what does a young teenager, whose bored out of his mind, do at times like these?

Stifling a giggle, you channel your cursed energy on your hands, sneaking up behind Gojo who was too busy arguing with Geto about something.

You pass through Infinity easily, grabbing Gojo by the waist, picking him up, and twirling him around. "Hi, Gojo!!"

Gojo yelps in surprise. It isn't every day—scratch that— no-one was able to get through Infinity unless he lets them. No-one except for the person holding him, who as much as he denies, has a fat, big, huge, ginormous, and massive crush on.

"[Name], it's great to see you," Geto says sharing a knowing and mocking look at Gojo, who is desperately trying to calm himself.

You keep your hands on Gojo's waist, peeking your head through the crook of the albino's neck. "Do you know when that crepe store down the street opens?

"Uhm... it opens tomorrow at 3," Gojo mutters as he pushes his glasses further up his face to hopefully hide the increasing blush on his face.

[Name] giggles happily, spinning Gojo around a few more times. "We should go when it does! It'll be like a nice little get-together!"

Geto snorts. "Ah, I won't be able to go and Shoko is... being Shoko. You and Satoru should go together don't you think?"

Gojo snaps his head up glaring daggers into his friend's eyes. He knew exactly what Geto was trying to plan, and [Name] being the absolute angel he is—

"Yeah, that sounds fun!! Just me 'n you, right Gojo?"

—agrees without a second thought.

[Name]'s hands move from his waist to his torso, a scheming smile on his face.

"[Name] don't. I swear to—"

Gojo interrupts himself with a loud laugh his hands on [Name]'s wrist, his glasses falling onto his nose as he shakes his head frantically. "S-stop it! Suguru! Do s-soemthing!"

Geto raises his hands up defensively. "Hear no evil, see no evil."

"[N-Name!] St- ah! Stop ittttt!!" Gojo's eyes are brimming with tears now, his chest heaving and his body convulsing. He hates being tickled, mostly because his body is so damn sensitive due to Infinity.

But [Name] just... God he doesn't know where to start.

You let go of his torso with a bright smile your hands immediately settling back on his waist. You were a big physical touch person if that wasn't already obvious.

"We're gonna have so much fun on this date, Gojo!"

Geto laughs at his friend's expense who was blushing. Like, whole body blushing.

Gojo swallows thickly, forcing himself to remember it was a friend date. They were just friends.

Only friends.

Fuck, he was in love with this idiot.

"Y-yeah. We'll have fun without Suguru!" Gojo is quick to regain his normal attitude. Well, as normal as it can be with the man he swears he's going to spend his life with nuzzling his neck, talking with Suguru about something he couldn't care any less about.

"I'm glad I'm not coming. I know you'll have a fun time, [Name]. Satoru has quite the surprise for you." Geto teases, drawing an air heart between the two.

"Suprise? What suprise?"

Gojo blushes it feels like his skin is going to melt off. "Nothing! Suguru is making stuff up!"

"Mhm. Sureeee."

[Name] presses into Gojo's cheek. "C'mon tell me!"

Gojo glares at his friend who just shrugs.

So much for being his best friend.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Space ~ B.A.

A/n: LOVE touching on the way Iris and Barry create their relationship by high key sabotaging every other possibility bc they feel inevitable... great shit.

Request: “Barry x male reader, reader and Barry been having issues so reader goes to stay with Kara for awhile.” By anon

Word Count: 2,000+

MASTERLIST

"So... are we going to talk about that?"

Y/n's jaw worked as he mulled over Kara's question. He couldn't expect her not to ask questions after all of that. She was a good friend, she worried. And Y/n didn't want to spend this entire trip running from his feelings. It would only make things worse.

On the other hand he really didn't want to talk about it.

But that may have been him trying to run from his feelings. Like usual. How well did that ever go?

He looked at her, taking in her barely contained curiosity and anxiety. The last time she had run into Barry and his boyfriend the two were newly in love after ages of pining and beating around the bush. They were full of relief at being able to hold hands and use pet names, and got borderline ridiculous if they ever kissed. Kara had joked they were the goal; the base line. Someone would look at her that way someday.

Now the two men were cold and distant, and when they'd gotten Kara the help she needed and Barry went to go back to his own world Y/n had asked to stay? In an entirely different universe where Barry Allen didn't even know who Y/n L/n was. Had never even heard of him. They were complete strangers in this world.

Sighing, Y/n leaned against the desk behind him and Kara tried not to grin as she realized he was about to talk about his feelings. Y/n never did such things no matter how many times she prodded and begged - but this was not a situation that called for smiling or teasing. She listened instead as Y/n began, "Barry and I have been having problems."

Kara raised an eyebrow. She was hesitant to push such a delicate string of luck but it seemed Y/n was about to stop and he really hadn't said much yet. "Problems?"

Once he started he couldn't stop. "First it was the newspaper with Iris' byline. I mean, he's been in love with her for near his entire life and everything was screaming that she would choose him back eventually. Eddie died, Patty and Linda didn't work out for several reasons - mostly because he couldn't open up to them. But that's not-" He closed his eyes, realizing he was going off on a tangent. "The point is," he began again slowly. "Barry and Iris are like, soulmates? Or something? And it started with the newspaper but then there was Earth 2, and the fact that they always know each other everywhere we go - even if vaguely. Like they're drawn to each other. Inevitable. There are worlds where I don't know Barry Allen and he doesn't know me, but they always have each other."

Slowly, Kara asked, "You're jealous of Iris?"

Y/n scoffed. "I'm not just mindlessly jealous. It wouldn't bother me so much if the name on the by line of the newspaper had changed. If it said Iris West instead, or Iris soemthing-else. But it doesn't. It still Iris West-Allen. And I feel like... a filler." His shoulders sagged and his face twisted with agony. "It doesn't help that he started to drop our plans to hang out with her. And I realized that actually he always prioritizes her. Our plans never overlap, like he's desperate not to have to choose, and then they do and he chooses her. And it's fine, she's family, but I thought I was too. I thought we'd at least be equally as important. And then Savitar comes and he goes after Iris - still. Iris and Barry weren't together, but his life falls apart if she dies. Like-" He blinked tears out of his eyes. "Like she's his whole world. Cisco can't save him, or Caitlyn."

"Or you," Kara realized, her face crumbling as it fully settled in.

The man shrugged. "Or me. And I tried bringing it up to him but he refuses to acknowledge it and scrambles to avoid the topic and I feel like he knows he's in love with her but doesn't want to admit it. I feel like I really am filler and he knows it, that his very atoms are waiting for her and it's just this unspoken inevitability. I'm only here for now and that's it and I'm not supposed to address it, I'm not supposed to see it, but I do and that really sets him on edge. Or- something does at least. I don't know! He won't talk to me!"

Immediately Kara pulled Y/n into a hug. Y/n let her, curling into her comforting warmth and knowing he could fully collapse and she would be fine. "Would it help if I helped you work through what other options there are? Discussions are hard to have if you have one out come stuck in your head, and then often turn into arguments that accomplish nothing."

Chuckling, Y/n wiped his face. "You're so smart Kara." And he meant it so genuinely she couldn't even joke that he was full of it. He seemed relieved to be able to talk about it, talk through it. She believed that truly was the case. "Please," he sighed. "Please tell me there are other options than what I think there are."

Kara hummed, tightening the hug for a split second before leaning away so they could meet eye to eye as they spoke. This was a conversation where he needed to know she was being absolutely truthful and genuine. "Well, first of all he could have the exact same fears as you. He could truly and deeply be in love with you and be scared that it'll all be for nothing. Fate and knowing your future - it';s a terrifying thought. Especially when no matter what you do, it never changes."

Y/n nodded. That was a perfectly logical option. "Anything else?"

She was ready for the question. "His life has been really difficult. He's constantly losing people, and being a superhero is extremely hard on a person. It's demanding and draining and leaves no room for even a single mistake. You're gambling with the life of every single person. Their happiness and stability. It's not a reason to treat anyone badly but I could understand if his work life and super hero life being so complicated and dangerous doesn't leave a deep desire for a normal, more straight forward life. Maybe he got it in his head that things with you were supposed to be easy and now... they're not. And he's too burnt out or anxious to address it."

Oh. Very quickly Y/n was calming down. Hearing all the other alternatives were very grounding and loosened the pit of doom in his stomach. "Anything else?"

Nodding, Kara continued. "He may not be taking your emotions seriously and either isn't realizing how your emotions are affecting you, or thinks they're some kind of accusation. He may even not understand that when you bring this up its concerning how you feel about it and not necessarily about him or anything he's doing at all. It's a pile up of things that all point your brain in one direction, and the way that makes you feel may be irrational or very rational, but either way he isn't the person who chooses Iris. And he may be one day, or he may not, but if he thinks you're accusing him of some sort of cheating when he couldn't imagine ever doing something to you?" She shrugged. "Like getting mad at someone for doing something in a dream. And it still means something to you but he isn't clocking that - all he can see is you blaming him for something he didn't do."

Y/n actually had the audacity to smile. "We would argue over me feeling insecure and it making him feel like I hate him. Or doubt him." He rolled his eyes but there was a little fondness there and Kara felt hope surge through her. Not all was lost yet. "We would end up arguing like we are over both of us just being insecure and not communicating it int he way we need to." He sighed, long and laboriously.

Kara just decided to skip to another option. "Or he's being an asshole and he does know it upsets you but he just doesn't want to acknowledge it or take it seriously."

They looked at each other for a second before slipping into soft, breathy laughter. It was weak and quiet but Kara wrote it down as a win. The idea that Barry would be so harsh and cruel truly was laughable. Maybe another Barry, another universe, but not this one.

After a second Y/n deflated again. Not as broken down but definitely exhausted. "What do I do if he won't talk to me? I can't just not know."

"Tell him that." When Y/n seemed doubtful, kara shook her head. "I'm serious. Say it even before you start the conversation. No warning, no chance to shoot you down or change the subject. Lay down the law. If you need this, you need this. It doesn't matter what he's feeling about the situation - you need to talk about this. This is a need for you; a deal breaker. If you break up you break up. He doesn't deserve you if he can't get over himself for an hour to talk to you and give you something you actively need."

Y/n melted in relief, eyes wet. "You're an amazing friend Kara."

The compliment, bursting with appreciation that could not be put into words, made Kara grin. "You deserve a good friend. Come on - we can take a few days before you have to go back."

So they did. A little less a month passed before Y/n went back. neither of them had meant for it to go on quite so long but Y/n's powers that were so often utilized by Barry were perfect for the threat Kara was facing and beating the bad guy was the last step. They had to go through so much before they could do that. It kept them. 

When he did go home, there was something different about him. He got to see more and experience more. He realized how much pressure he was putting on Barry and codependent he'd become. he seemed finally completely at peace with whatever happened - whether or not they broke up, he knew he'd make it through - but was also ready and willing to fight for it.

If only Barry would fight too.

In the end Kara had been right. Her very first guess had hit the nail on the head, and it had all come undone the second Y/n set a hard boundary. He needed this and Barry delivered. Their relationship was important enough to the speedster to put aside fear or pride and face it. They had a long talk about the whole situation and how out of control they both felt. How that scared Barry even more because he didn't want such a future. Because he wasn't allowed to be out of control like he was now or people died. Y/n clarified his feelings not being a reflection on Barry as a person and the kind of person or partner he was, and that seemed to help too. They decided at the end of it all that no matter what happened they loved each other and nothing could get in the way of that. That even if Iris and Barry did end up together, it wouldn't be the Barry that was now.

That Barry was Y/n's.

For the first time neither of them felt the need to check to see if Iris' surname had changed on the byline. It was Cisco instead who came crashing into the room, eyes wide with worry. He pulled up the article and pointed out the byline.

Iris West.

No Allen attached.

The article was the same, with a missing Barry, but the byline was different.

Barry and Y/n looked at each other, eyes opened for the first time. It was almost a slap in the face to realize that Iris and Barry ended up together in this world only if they thought they did. That the anxiety of the felt inevitable could destroy all of their relationships, and that the second they decided it didn't - it didn't.It was beautiful in a way. And suddenly they both felt that they could do so much more... 

And they did. Together.

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Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

[mixelation]

brainworms of the day: reborn au con shenanigans

i posted before about tori and kakashi going to a ninja fiction con like a tired older sibling taking his kid sister to a con. and i like the idea of them repeating this, because like. kakashi isn't super into interacting with fandom but he likes merch and he gets a kick out of seeing cosplays, and tori likes company and kakashi is pretty cill when he's not actively being a troll. so cons are like Their Thing and kushina gets very mushy over the idea of them bonding so obviously minato always gives them the time off

anyway i had some thoughts for shenanigans

thought one: minato canonically really likes icha icha and i think he deserves to have some fun. at first i was like "i don't think the hokage gets many vacation days, and surely if he DID take a vacation he'd spend it with his family?" but then i remembered he can teleport. minato takes days off all the time with the idea his assistant will just summon him back if there's a problem. he shows up unannounced in a pair of sunglasses

minato: i'm incognito :)

random passerby: the fourth hokage and hatake kakashi group cosplay? this place gets less and less original every year

kakashi and tori are unsure of this addition to their group because this is Their Thing. kakashi gets over it pretty quick because he does like getting casual time to hang out with minato, actually, but tori is annoyed because first of all. how is she supposed to behave normally* if her boss is here. secondly now everyone keeps asking her why SHE'S not in matching cosplay.

minato: do you want my cloak? lotta people in cloaks

tori: NO I DON'T, ACTUALLY

*everyone who knows tori would like to point out that the only change in her behavior is a 15% reduction in swearing.

anyway i am getting a kick out of imagining actual hokage and infamous ninja namikaze minato waiting in the same-day registration line. squatting in a two hour line to get into one of the big panels. taking photos with other minato cosplayers. holding back tears because there's a fourteen year old kakashi cosplayer with a sERVICE DOG ALSO IN COSTUME!!!!!!!!

thought two: sasori crashes a con because he wants to pass on intel about orochimaru or soemthing

tori: oh my god WHY are you HERE

sasori: because you're closer than deidara >:(

tori: no i mean, in public? in the crowded dealER'S ROOM?

sasori: who's going to notice?

(a group of sasoris in ugly wigs pass by)

anyway the true shenanigan-y part of this is that initially kakashi thinks a weird 25 year old man is chatting tori up. which like. yes? technically true? but kakashi thinks this is just tori falling for the wiles of a hot cosplayer and that he needs to intervene immediately because she's FIFTEEN, you PERVERT--

kakashi: hi :) who's this :)

tori, feeling her spirit leave her body: he likes my sasori fic

sasori:

sasori, in pain: yup. i. do. that's what this is.

kakashi: oh :) how nice :) then i'm sure you won't mind me standing here while you chat :) sharpening my kunai which are totally just props :)

thought three: i think in her later teens/early twenties, tori starts falling back on I HAVE A BOYFRIEND really frequently to get out of conversations. like in theory the card is for "a guy is hitting on me" but she'll also play it for "someone is talking to me and i don't want them to be."

in konoha this strategy works because even if you were just telling her the cafe is closing in five minutes, "but i'm waiting for my boyfriend, uchiha itachi :(" is enough to give this random poor employee pause. these words have meaning in konoha. however i think there's some Shenanigans to be had for her doing this without thinking about it at a con where context is very different.

man she's trapped with bc they're in line and he won't stop trying to get her to give him her room number: boyfriend? prove it.

tori, exasperated: (pulls out a photo she keeps on her)

man:

man: that's uchiha itachi

tori: exactly

man: .....you honestly expect me to believe that? you clearly just have that on you because you're a fan

tori: .....fuck

for bonus shenanigans repeat a similar exchange but it's at a kitty girl stabby ninja con so itachi is there and immediately wonders up afterwards with like. cat ears on.

man: (eyes darting back and forth between the photo and itachi himself, terrified)

itachi: the food options weren't great but i brought you some bread. did the line move?

man: (now looking around to see if anyone ELSE has noticed this)

tori, very blatantly taking his hand: no they just made us rearrange to stop blocking the hallway

itachi: i see

man: (FLEES THE LINE)

thought four: something cute

i don't want tori to be as well known as deidara/itachi in civilian circles, mostly because it'd be funny. but also i don't think she's as flashy as them and a lot of the stuff she does relies on her not being recognizable. and i like the humor of interacting with itachi/deidara stans and cosplayer who just don't recognize her. so there isn't much in the way of tori cosplay/fic/etc even when she's older and has her own Reputation among actual ninja. but okay. imagine. at the ONE con tori can't make there's a lone tori cosplayer. she's sort of haunting the place-- obviously socially awkward and shy. kakashi loses his mind. he summons minato. minato brings kushina. they bother this girl for like hours and low-key make her day even though it's also kind of scary?

kushina has to physically hold tori back from stalking her after she sees the photos. SHE'S JUST GOING TO BREAK INTO HER HOME AND SEE WHAT FANFICTION SHE'S READING NOTHING VIOLENT OR SCARY--

[millshakes]

Ok so today i had my dads bday!! wow cool and awesome sauce. So, this was my first time seeing my family after moving in my dorm,5 days. It was really fun at first, we ate nando's, I was being super social blah blah, but yeah it drained me like a bitch. Midway in I just started laughing at the silliest things.

There was this cupcake thing, my older sister ordered it, she will be N, there was only one piece left and she gave it to my other sister, H, I was lowkey joking around saying I wanted it, i did a little. However, I already had a couple of bites before so N was like no im giving it to H. Lowkey was a little bummed but oh well, after this I looked down at my phone for a little bit, and when I looked back up I saw my sister handing my mom a plate with the cake bit cut smaller, while going my way. For some reason I had a face of absolute joy and was actually really fucking happy, turns out fuck me it was for my dad who sat besides my mom. My family saw this exchange right and they all laughed at me, I laughed along too, it was pretty funny. However I was laughing fucking hysterically, like crying, almost throwing up, could barely breath, i do laugh like this occaisonally, it means I'm tired as balls.

H and my dad were talking about how much she's been walking, and since iv also been walking(we go to the same uni) I wanted to brag as well since I'm allowed to do that, I checked my app for my steps, I realised the past two days i havent really been walking so I decided to not show them.(I didnt mention this but i was REALLY bragging like being loud as balls) My brother saw me take out my phone mid conversation being loud as balls, look at it then stop talking and put my phone down, we then locked eyes. Me and him suddenly started bursting out laughing and yet again i could barely breath laughing hysterically. But this time while i was laughing, I was hit with a wave of fucking exhaustion and sleep deprivation(I am sleep deprived AS FUCKING BALLS), but this wasnt all I felt, also I felt like a crazy desire to fucking burst out crying. Crying and laughing is a pretty close action uk, but unfortunately I resisted and just continued laughing. After that I didnt let the wave of cry bother me but im pretty sure i was noticebly less outgoing. My social battery was getting drained like a bitch.

Like 5 minutes after that, I looked behind only to see a little girl crying and that shit sent me into another fit of laughter. Take note, this is while my dad is like giving a speech about his birthday thanking god and blah blah BLAH, meanwhile im hunched over fucking in tears.

I settled down after enough time we all finished eating we were just talking, and then we were preparing to leave. I saw my sister say soemthing to my mom and I heard like wanted something, I thought they were talking abt getting food for themselves cuz H and I are gonna go back to our uni's after that. So, I interjected saying wait i want to as well( I thought they said get food) my mom said" Oh? you want to give a couple of words to dad for his birthday?" and my stupid ass said what? no? And then i realised it, my mom mentioned wanting to give a couple words for my dads bday not wanting to get food for later for uni AND THIS SENT ME INTO ANOTHER HYSTERICAL FIT. I could see on my dads face he was over with my ass. I explained my side of the story afterwards and it was all a silly goofy laugh.

When we were going back to the car, my social battery was already dead for awhile. We were at the parking lot we left the mall, and i saw a person behind my, i thought it was my sister, so i looked back TURNS OUT IT WAS SOME RANDOM ASS OLD GUY. AND I BURSTED OUT LAUGHING AGAIN AND MY SISTER GOT MAD AT ME TELLING ME NOT TO LAUGH CUZ YEA I JUST LOOKED AT HIM AND BURSTED OUT LAUGHING NOT NICE AT ALL.

[writeformesinpie]

Could you write soemthing for Bang Chan and comfort? Please 🥺

Warmth surrounds you as you dig further under the bedding covering your shaking body. As tears stream down your face his arm circles your body pulling you towards his chest.

You don’t know why you’re crying again. No, you do. It’s that damn dream again. Nightmare. Call a spade a spade; it’s a nightmare.

It’s been the same one each night. It’s what you fear the most. Christopher says it won’t happen, that he will never let it and you want to believe him but when you fall asleep it feels so real. Can he really keep you safe? Will he always be there for you like he says?

“Stop.” The word rings out in the darkness penetrating your thoughts. Thoughts of the nightmare and how you’ll end up back there if you fall back to sleep. “You’re so persistent.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m here now,” he says with a soft chuckle. He pulls you even closer, both arms now wrapped around your body. “Nothing can hurt you while I’m around.”

“Really?” You whisper the words, afraid to break the spell, to ruin the moment.

“Really,” he says, planting a small kiss on your forehead. “There’s nothing we can’t face together. And if you’re too scared, or tired or unsure, I’ll face it for the both of us.”

Smiling you snuggle back against your boyfriend and allow the familiar sound of his heart beat to usher you back into sleep. Now armoured with his strength, nothing can hurt you.

Send me a person/character and prompt.

[woahwierdly]

I’ve feeling about making a fanfiction about a woman getting thrown into the hobbit trying to find her husband but also since it’s been so long maybe finding a new love? Let me know what you think!

I don’t own the hobbit this is merely fanfiction!

Thorin x OC

Emily fell into this world and her husband from her world fell in with her from what she thought, but she hasn’t been able to find him. See Emily had just married her best friend Mark but as they hiking up a mountain for a date they both fell into a cavern and it was lights out. When Emily awoke she was alone in a green field with small homes around her. The sun was high and it was the most beautiful place she’d even seen. Emily was wearing dark black jeans with combat boots, a burgundy hoodie, a thin rain jacket and a baseball cap. She had her old phone but that only lasted a day with her battery dying and she had her wallet with some photos of her family. She wondered for a bit before she found a green door. When she knocked on the door a little man name Bilbo Baggins opened the door. To say she was shocked was an understatement. She quickly realized she was in one of her favorite books. And as much fan-fiction as she read she thought she was going to save the line of Durin but…. Bilbo had just turned 57…. Meaning she had three years before the quest even started! Plus the fact she wanted to try to find Mark so she wouldn’t do it alone! But she had no means of travel, money or anything when she landed in the Shire besides the clothes on her back.

Her and Bilbo quickly made friends and he offered a room in BagEnd so she could get a footing. Within those three years she was gifted quite a nice bow set from Bilbo from Bree because she said she was an expert hunter which she was! Back in her world she often went hunting with her father or husband! She helped provide meat and get rid of a pack of wolves from BagEnd! Emily was quite helpful within the Hobbiton community. And it helped her make money for traveling or clothes. She first got five pairs of blue, a couple white cotton shirts, new boots, a traveling pack, arrows, a cloak with a hood made rain resistant. Now even though Emily and Bilbo were friends she kept her secret, never telling him her knowledge of what has yet to come, she wanted to meet with Gandalf and find her husband to return home…. If her husband is even in Middle Earth. She always wondered if Mark was here, alive or thought about her…. But she didn’t know.

All she knew was today was the day. It was Bilbos 60th birthday! Meaning Gandalf should be by today to inquisit some ideas to Bilbo.

She chuckled to herself not believing she been able to witness this world for three years, it went by so fast and now it’s almost time. Her arms ached with the want of going home and her head felt light. She was ready. As she was gathering rabbits for a stew Bilbo wanted she thought maybe I should have gotten more…for the company but she decided against it. This has to happened naturally well until Gandalf tells her to do soemthing.

It was afternoon by the time Emily left to go hunting and now it was dark, she should be able to see the mark and hopefully hear everyone’s voices or make it just after Balin.

She made her way through the quiet Hobbit town looking around she felt sad, she made a small but comfort life here. Made friends and helped more than she could have imagined. To be getting ready to leave left a small hole in her heart. Putting up her gloved finger to her eye Emily wiped off a small tear that threatened to fall. Chuckling to herself she couldn’t believe how attached she got. As she got closer to BagEnd she could hear Bilbo berating the pack of dwarves for pillaging the pantry.

Breathing in a deep of air, Emily had her hand on the door handle ready to start, and go back to her home. The door opened and the soft glow of lanterns lit the room and onto her face.

This is it. The adventure. The hope. Emily was ready. She would not fail saving the love of Durin, finding her husband and going home.

well??? Leave a review please! More chapter to come! I want it to be a slow burn? Hmmm have decided!::)

[bug98765]

My first post! Imagine how a few of my favorite companions would react to LW sacrificing themselves for the purifier and saying one last goodbye. This is based off a platonic relationship, I could do a romantic one too though.

TW-sad, strong language

Butch

He seemed to know what they were thinking as Lone’s eyes stared into the chamber, their eyes unwavering and determined.

“No…no. You can’t do this. We are a team.” He says, stepping forward and reaching for them. Lone turns to him with a small grin, tears brimming in their eyes. They take his hand, giving a squeeze before placing the beat to hell 10mm pistol in it. The same one they used to escape the vault. Butch always thought the gun resembled Lone’s personality. Rough but only because of the world they lived in. His stomach felt bottomed out.

Lone’s hands shook at their sides. “Take care of Dogmeat, keep my home in Megaton. Maria can make you a key. If you ever can, bury me somewhere I can see the stars.” Their voice is wobbling as they utter the words. Taking the steps into the chamber seemed like slow motion for Butch, not real even.

Butch doesn’t have the time to reply before the first door closes between them. He can hear their geiger squealing. His dread threatens to choke him as his body throws in in motion, slamming his balled fists on the glass. Their childhood flashes, the last months together. He wishes he had been nicer to this selfless brave person. His best friend.

“Please don’t! I can’t do this alone damn it!” He shouts but Lone has already turned their back, punching numbers into the terminal as their shoulders sag and their legs shook. He slammed his fist into the glass desperately. The building trembles with the purifier’s activation, sending Butch to the floor scrambling. The sounds of the purifier are defending on his ears and make his dizzy but he stands, desperate to get to Lone.

He peers through the glass, seeing their form laid on the floor, hand still draped over the console.

Charon

Charon leaned his shotgun against the wall beside his pack, preparing the enter the chamber. Lone hadn’t asked him but his contract called for their protection, Lone had become someone he strangely admired in his time with them so this seemed a small sacrifice. He knew this would likely speed up his process to going feral but he trusted Lone to put him out of his misery when the time came for that. He continued to remove any extra packs until a paper was flashed in his view. He goes rigid at the torn yellowing paper, slowly looking up to their face.

Lone looked at him with a look of certainty and dread. “Charon, as my only and last order, you are to be the holder of your own contract. It is well time you live your own life.” They said, voice wavering. The order clicked in his brain just as quick as the implications did. He straightened, gingerly taking the paper that was his life, but also taking their hand. Lone wrapped their fingers around his, sending a jolt through him.

“Boss, I can do this. I’m already a ghoul.” Lone shook their head letting go of his hand and tossing their own pack down behind Charons along with their caps pouch.

“My parents lived for this project, both died without seeing it through. I will insure they finish this through me. Live in Megaton, not just survive Charon.” Their eyes released the tears, soemthing Charon had never seen Lone do, “You deserve freedom.” The word rocked his world. He had never heard them before.

Charon didn’t have time to react before lone was in the chamber, the effects of severe radiation poisoning weighing on their form immediately. It all blurred together for him, suddenly making his face wet. He clutched the contract that bound his life and watched Lone sign their life away with the activation of the purifier. He suddenly felt cold as they fell to their knees, slumping to the floor. A small smile grazed their faces before the familiar glazing of their eyes took over. Charon didn’t know how long he stood there, staring at someone who just gave their life away for people that treated them like shit. All he could do was whisper.

“You deserved life too.”

Dogmeat

Lone scratched behind his ears. He liked that, kicking his foot and lolling his tongue out is appreciation. Lone’s face was wet, face twisted all funny. Not like the normal teeth barring they normally did in greeting. He licked their face, the salty taste mixed with the dust that always got stuck in his ears from the big room outside.

Lone made a short whining noise that Dogmeat hadn’t heard them make before, and tilting his head. He wasn’t sure why his human was acting so weird but the pets were nice.

“Go home.” He didn’t like those words. He didn’t want to leave. He liked going with them and protecting them from all the weird smelling stuff out there. Whining in protest he pawed their leg when they stood up.

“Home Dogmeat. Home.” The hard tone made him whine at them again but he obeyed. They only didn’t this a few times but he knew they would come back and get him soon. They always did.

Jericho

As Jericho considered their options, a heavy thud on the metal platform caught his attention. Lone was unbuckling all their bags and armor pieces.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lone paused at his words. Looking at him with hardened eyes, mad as hell.

“Saving this God damned wasteland. Or at least making it better.” They grumbled, continuing to drop the last of their gear. Heat raised in his chest.

“Now why would you do that? That is the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.” Jericho didn’t know why he was getting mad, but he was. And when Lone looked at him again, he was shook to his very core. Anger, frustration, and… sadness roiled in their eyes. Sadness he hadn’t seen their before. How had he not? That was the kind the brewed in your chest and never went away. The kind that made for sleepless nights and dark thoughts.

“Kid, don’t. This ain’t worth your life. You will DIE in there.” He said, a tad gentler. A rush of pain rushed into his chest now. The last few months had been the best in a while for him. Because of them. All because of them.

Lone was silent, dropping a key in his hand. And turning their back to him. “Keep my place at Tenpenny, don’t go decorating with that raider shit though. I’ll haunt your ass.” They said over their shoulder, walking into the chamber before he could get anything out. The door slammed down, solidifying Lone’s death rite.

His anger swirled again, mixing with the pain. He shouted at them through the glass as they approach the console. “You’re just gonna throw your whole damn life away, and for what? Some bastards to have clean water? Fuck them!” His voices raises, “I always told you that you’re too damn selfless! How could you do this to me!” His voiced cracked, and he became aware of the tears burning his eyes. He punched the glass as the purifier burst to life and lone staggered to the floor. His blood splattered the glass and he could hear the crunch of his bones as he punched the glass over and over again. The last shuddering gasps from Lone were all he could hear as they went still.

He fell to his knees, cradling his broken hand. Regretting his last words now as Lone’s breaths replayed in his mind.

(Sorry for any grammar mistakes!)

[dreamyy]

I wish I were Heather…

3rd of December

Today’s that anniversary. The day that he gave you his sweater. The cursed day that you fell for a certain someone who… didn’t reciprocate the feelings. A certain someone who… loved someone else. Who loved an angel. Your best friend. Who just so happened to invite you on their little date today. Was it her fault that she invited you to this date?

No, of course it wasn’t her fault, you never told her you liked him, you never told her about the sweater, you never told her about anything. In fact, you did the opposite. You stood on the sidelines cheering both of them on. You played Cupid. She invited you today to thank you for making them possible. Not knowing anything.

But you couldn’t dwell on that, it was time to leave. On your way out, you put on your own sweater and texted her saying, ‘I’ll be there soon!’ before slamming the door behind you. Why’d you have to agree to this? Seeing them together would make you feel even more alone. Even more heartbroken. But if you didn’t then your friend would be sad, right? Or would they have fun on their own, without you. You played Cupid but who needs Cupid when you’re already happy and together.

Your thoughts were overlapped by the noise of your feet crunching on top of the snow, the sounds of the bustling streets filled with people, with couples, the chiming of bells and carollers singing in harmony. Everything sounded so magical, and yet, you felt lonely. Seeing everyone enjoying themselves while you were there with a broken heart wasn’t the most ideal of circumstances.

Then, standing there in front of you, we’re those two, perfect for each other, sitting on a bench, playing around, holding hands and hugging. And… She was wearing his sweater. She looked so pretty. It was obvious why he chose her over you. You didn’t want to interrupt so you hid behind a tree and kept on walking down a trail. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes while you kept walking on. She’s your best friend, you should be happy for her! That was the only thing going through your mind and yet it didn’t stop the tears from flowing down your face.

Your legs felt weak, your lips were trembling and the tears felt oh so cold this winter, maybe it was because this was the first winter you spent alone. You quickly found a bench to sit on and you buried your head in your knees. You agreed to come with them and yet here you were, alone, crying on a bench. With trembling fingers, you texted your friend. ‘sry soemthing cameup but u go hve fun!!!’ Your hands didn’t want to hold your phone any longer, you couldn’t even type properly!

Suddenly, someone sat down on the bench right beside you. As to not fully embarrass yourself, you tried to wipe your tears and you looked at the person from the corner of your eyes. He was, REALLY pretty. Like on another level. And right beside him, there you were, disheveled hair, red eyes, red nose, red cheeks.

“Don’t cry, your tears will freeze up and you’ll catch a cold.” He mumbled out. Your eyes widened in surprise as brought your head up and wiped your tears with his gloves. (What.) If your cheeks weren’t already red, they definitely would’ve been now. You were flushed.

“What’s your name?” He asked. “I-I’m (Y/N). What about you.” You couldn’t help but stutter and sniffle which was understandable since you were just crying but you were still embarrassed. “I’m ___. (Y/N), are you alright? Mind lending an ear to a stranger?”

You chuckled a little, you didn’t really feel like talking about it but… Maybe that’s all you need to move on? Maybe all you needed to do was just have someone to listen. You were scared that if you told anyone else, they’d criticize you for falling for your best friend’s crush but if it was a stranger, they’d judge you but then you could finally move on. It was that special day once again after all. “A-Alright, but please don’t j-judge me too harshly.”

The boy smiled. “Don’t worry, im not that kind of person.”

A/N: It’s Heather day! I need someone who will buy me a heather sweater but anywayss this is the beginning of a Heather series. A piece of the story will be posted every december 3rd so now you have to wait a whole year. Yay! Anyways the characters wont have names other than Heather because they are placeholders for any character that you want.

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[chroniccfox]

This is literally not done. LOL. I was meaning to write soemthing that started sad and then was indulgently cozy and comforting...and then I ONLY WROTE THE SAD. Oh no LOL. Tbh not sure if i will get around to the indulgent comfort so here we are LOL.

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Moisture welled up and trembled against the lashes of my lower lashes. The moisture collected until the surface tension finally broke and spilled off the ledge of my lid and onto my cheek. Now that the dam had broken there was nothing stopping a steady stream of tears from following the first, carving a path along my downturned face and onto my chin where they began to slowly and silently fall upon the kitchen counter I leaned on. First one small drop on the smooth surface then another but soon below my face became a mess of scattered and reformed droplets collecting and springing apart with new additions. 

I remember being told once by a friend that the most miserable thing isn't just seeing someone cry. It's seeing someone cry quietly. Because someone who is crying quietly is someone who has given up on anyone caring to listen. Why cry out when no one will come to comfort you? That's why babies cry. They cry because something is wrong and they need someone else to help them fix it. So someone who cries silently… they know that no one is coming to fix it. 

I sniffled as silently as I could. My shuttered heaving  breaths were closer to whispers. The tears fell quietly from my jawline in the dim kitchen. It hadn't been dark when I started crying but the light of day had faded into the dark night while I tried to collect myself. And I never managed it so I never managed to get up to turn on a light. 

In the silence I heard the soft sound of keys turning in the front lock. Fear surged through me. I was practically choking on my need to flee, to not be caught here crying in the kitchen by one of my roommates. But oh. I heard the keys finish turning and the doorknob begun turning instead and it was too late. Even if I bolted right then I didn't think I could make it to my room without leaving some sound or trace or suspicion in my wake that would have them potentially asking me about it anyways. The only thing I could do was-

The door fully opened and I heard the shuffling steps and discordant noises of someone trying to make it through a door while juggling lots of things. Then a  quiet curse and something small hit the floor. I would guess a set of keys from the discordant metallic sound. A second quiet curse and more stuff was shuffled about in their hands so they could bend down to retrieve the keys. Ah. I recognized the voice. It was Bell. Bell was home. 

I wasn't particularly close to either of my two roommates. We lived together simply for financial convenience. Losing alone simply wasn't usually an option, thanks late-stage capitalism. However, between my two roommates Bell and Tuft I spoke to Bell much less. We simply had opposing schedules and I simply didn't need to be outside my room at the times he was home. The thought of this basically stranger while I definitely had to keep a good rapport with seeing that I had been crying alone in the dark kitchen was possibly the worst thing I could imagine. 

So I tried my very best to keep my face turned down and away while I tried to dry the tears and snot from my face. I tried to soothe my breathing into something more normal. I couldn't do anything about the fact that I was sitting in the dark though. I only had a few seconds before… 

I heard Bell stand back up with the retrieved keys and flip on the light switch by the door. Since the front room and the kitchen had no walls or doors separating the two spaces the light illuminated both rooms. As Bell fully turned to enter the main space he saw me immediately and froze. I could see him from my peripheral vision but even so it was obvious. What I couldn't see was the look on his face, the motivation. Was it surprise? Fear? Confusion? Disdain? I couldn't turn to get a better look without exposing my puffy red eyes. 

(THIS IS WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO TONE SHIFT TO INDULGENT COMFORT FLUFF LOLOLOLOL)

[iishmael]

Can you tell us more about Lewis and OT3? Only if you have time of course but your ask really made my day!

“Okay, I think I have everything.” Alex was looking at the list of items he’d written down in his phone in deep concentration, trying to remember if he’d forgotten anything important. “Lads, hello, could you listen for a moment? Do we need anything else?”

Reluctantly, George and Lando stopped playing with the fruit that was on display in the organic supermarket they’d ventured into, already having sorted several oranges and bananas into smiley faces. “I’m pretty sure we’re good. You literally put every single product from the vegan aisle into the shopping cart.”

“Yeah,” Lando agreed and jumped on the cart, balancing his momentum and holding on so he started to slowly cruise away from Alex, George and the fruit without toppling over. “Let’s go pay! Lewis is going to love this!”

[[MORE]]

“I just want to do this right,” Alex said, worry making him crease his brows. “He’s always so nice to us and if we end up setting his house on fire by accident-“

“Oh my god, Alex, please let that die! It was one time-,” George groaned, but Alex ignored him. He was busy packing their groceries into the boot of the G-class they’d stolen out of Lewis’ garage.

“It’s just a BBQ, not rocket science!” Lando was playing with the car keys, content with watching George and Alex do all the work. He slowly inched towards the doors on the right hand side of the car. If he was fast enough and sat down in the driver’s seat they’d had to let him drive again.

“I know but-“

George put his hand on the small of Alex’ back and started rubbing small circles to calm him down. “Stop worrying, it’ll be fine. Even if we burn the tofu and even if we somehow don’t even manage to make a nice salad out of all of this - it’s the thought that counts, and Lewis is going to be so happy we organised a BBQ for him. Come on. Nico texted, they’re already at the airport. Let’s hurry up.”

With a sigh, Alex let George push him into the Mercedes and off they went, rushing to get the food ready for when Lewis and Nico would show up. There wasn’t really any special occasion, but Lewis had taken them karting last weekend and with the summer slowly coming to an end and the second half of the season right around the corner they wanted to do something in return. After long discussions that involved the suggestion of renting a trampoline, buying Lewis a tiger cub and only dressing up in TommyxLewis for the rest of the year, they’d settle for a nice, normal BBQ.

Sometimes they were still anxious that Lewis thought they were annoying. All three of them freely admitted that they could be quite the handful, especially when together, but Lewis was nothing but patient with them. Well, unless they were about to do something stupid, but even then he liked to stick to a ‘I’m not your dad I can’t tell you what to do but please don’t do that’ approach. They’d picked the BBQ because it had the least chance of producing the face Lewis made when he had to pull off that line.

After half an hour of squabbling over the grill and the correct way to dress the salad, they’d prepared quite the feast. From quinoa to guacamole and baked beet crisps to the grilled tofu slices, they’d really given it their everything.

“Oh my god I hear a car coming,” George said and jumped up. He’d managed to stop Lando from eating the beet crisps rather successfully but as soon as he got up Lando shoved a couple into his mouth. He was nervous, too, okay?

“Lando!” Alex pulled Lando over to where George and him were waiting, all three of them a little anxious to please Lewis. They held their breath, looking around the corner of the house in Ibiza where they’d been staying for the past week. Lewis and Nico had gone on a little holiday of their own, just some days of private time, and it was very generous to trust the boys with their summer house in the mean time.

“Surprise!”

Lewis almost jumped a foot into the air when the boys startled him, but when he noticed the three of them smiling excitedly he started to laugh. “You almost gave me a heart attack! Oh, but - are we having a BBQ? This looks so good!”

He quickly walked across the backyard that was overlooking the sea down below, Nico trailing after him with a soft smile on his face.

“It’s so good to see you all,” Lewis said and hugged them, squeezing Lando extra tight when he noticed that he was dangling the keys to the Mercedes off of his finger.

“We prepared a BBQ!” Alex announced, beaming at Lewis.

George nodded and as Lando hurried back to the grill to check that it still wasn’t going to catch fire, he explained: “It’s all vegan of course and we prepared everything ourselves. As a little thank you for always being there for us.”

“Oh,” Lewis said, and looked from the vast amounts of delicious food to George and back. He blinked, suddenly feeling like there was something in his eye. “You made that all for me?”

“Yeah!”

“You better like it because there’s no way all of this fits into your fridge!” Lando shouted over from the grill and poked around the coals a bit. “I actually think we can eat. Alex, can you fetch the - oh no, we forgot to buy wine!”

Lewis laughed at Alex’ horrified expression and threw his arm around his shoulder. “Don’t worry. Nico hoards wine bottles in the cellar. I’m surprised you’ve not found them during the week - Nico, darling? Will you fetch us something nice?”

“Sure.” With an easy grin Nico walked over to the table and grabbed a handful of baked beet crisps before he disappeared into the house.

“Thanks, lads.” Lewis waved Lando over and pulled the three of them into a group hug. “I really love this.”

George, Alex and Lando smiled proudly when they heard that, and proceeded to make Lewis and Nico try everything they’d thought up, drinking wine and laughing until they were all full and content under the settling night sky. It felt like a wonderful night to spend with their found family.~

[ethunreal]

๋ 𓂋 stranger things . ˚◞

꒰ ⌕ ꒱ listed are my fav fics! ✧ ੭ pls support these writers !

jes wants you to know ! mostly eddie and steve because they plague my mind day and night. this list will be updated when i discover for fics i come to love :)))

๋ 𓂋 eddie m . ˚◞

﹙ 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ﹚

author: @theoreticslut synopsis: after years of friendship, eddie finally goes to a party to be with you, but your fuzzy mind can’t filter any of your thoughts. warning(s): slightly angsty, use of drugs and alcohol, pet names (princess, darling, honey), mentions of getting sick, mentions of hangovers, implied slight 'nudity'

﹙ 𝚒.𝚘.𝚞 ﹚

author: @loveronlineee synopsis: Eddie spots Y/N at a house party and decides to say hi. This results in a night way more fun than he planned it out to be warning(s): drinking, drugs, mentions of sex jes notes ! i absolutely adore their writing i recommend checking out their masterlist !!

﹙ 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ﹚

author: @kaylawritesfics synopsis: while sleeping over at Eddie's house, he lends you his most prized possession warning(s): swearing, slight sexual tension, mentions of drugs

﹙ 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 ?! ﹚

author: @k4g3hika synopsis: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. soimagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

﹙ 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ﹚

author: @skyebounded synopsis: You left some tapes for Eddie to have after you're gone, and now he is finally listening to them. warning(s): smut, angst, fluff. blood, sweat, and tears jes notes ! this hurt like no other T_T

﹙ 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 ﹚

author: @sapphireplums synopsis: when eddie starts to overthink that you'releaving him, his clinginess gets the best of him, however, thisnewfound feeling of always being with you, leads to soemthing even better. warning(s): light angst, super incredibly fluffy, clingy eddie,mentions of nudity, make out session.

﹙ 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ﹚

author: @grrlsmakegraves synopsis: when your best friend Eddie doesn't show up to drive you home from school, you assume that he's just gone to impromptu Hellfire Club meeting. but little do you know, his reasons for being late are so much worse warning(s): angst with a fluffy ending, mentions of injuries and blood, bullying

﹙ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 ﹚

author: @mad-elia synopsis: readers love language is physical touch? they're always clinging to Eddie's arms, sitting on his lap and snuggling into him, holding hands, etc. one day someone says something to reader about how they are probably annoying to eddie and their way too clingy so reader tries to stop? warning(s): hurt/comfort jes notes ! these kind of concepts are my weakness

﹙ 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 ﹚

author: @hauntlikeaghost0 synopsis: dustin henderson refuses to believe eddie "the freak' munson has a girlfriend. warning(s): fluff. eddie's a lil bit insecure. probably swearing.

﹙ 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 ﹚

author: @devilfic synopsis: head canon of eddie’s love languages

﹙ 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ﹚

author: @eddie-van-munson synopsis: Eddie and the Reader are married and none of the Hellfire boys realized it.. warning(s): Fluff, Cursing, Sexual Refrences, a Little bit of making out

﹙ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 ﹚

author: @undersilverlake synopsis: the hellfire club hates her and she over heard because she was dropping something off for him and then starts to distance herself. jes notes ! again these kind of concepts melt my heart

﹙ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ﹚

author: @farfromharry synopsis: Who in their right mind would want to take time from their own prom to dance with Eddie the freak' Munson? Answer: you. He was alone on the bleachers with the cutest pouty face and you couldn't stand to see him like that, though he knew it was probably out of pity anyway. But little did he know you had had a budding crush on him since the second time he repeated his senior year. Now you were both seniors (again) and this might be your last chance to tell him.

NEWEST ADDITIONS !

﹙ 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 ﹚

author: @sushihousebread synopsis: when starting a new campaign the hellfire club didn’t expect to see a toddler sitting in their club leaders throne.

﹙ 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 ﹚

author: @luveline synopsis: you ask your best friend eddie munson to give you your first kiss. eddie’s not really in a habit of saying no to you

﹙ 𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 ﹚

author: @weehlers synopsis: eddie is surprised to see a hawkins high tigers uniform in a heavy metal shop. but he’s even more surprised to see it belongs to hawkins highs golden girl y/n l/n

๋ 𓂋 steve h . ˚◞

﹙ 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 ﹚

author: @iliveiloveiwrite synopsis: they go to a party together but y/n gets really drunk and steve starts to get nervous because of what happened with nancy but then she just starts telling him how much she loves her and he feels better? it would be so cute warning(s): alcohol, underage drinking (American laws), drunk reader, drunkenness, fluff, happy, cute. jes notes ! this is so cute it makes me want to cry.

﹙ 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ﹚

author: @refiwrites synopsis: steve was still in love with nancy, it was clear as day. warning(s): VOL 2 SPOILERS! swearing, very much angst, mentions of knives, guns xtra: potential part two.

﹙ 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 ﹚

author: @lurkymurker synopsis: so while steve does that to dustin, the reader does it to max (not related, really just a sister figure). so when they arrive and the kids see them, they're all like telling the two of you to go on a date while you wait for the event to finish because they're about to get sick of the pining and longing glances steve throws at the reader so they do :D warning(s): cursing + so much fluff I’m not joking

﹙ 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ﹚

author: @2fabul0us4 synopsis: your boyfriend tries to stay strong for the people around him, but sometimes it's too much, and then he just needs you. warning(s): talks of violence, torture, takes place between season 3 & 4. jes notes ! literal tears in my eyes.

﹙ 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚗 ﹚

author: @maroonmusings warning(s): season four spoilers, fluff, fear of water/ drowning, mention of blood, slight love triangle with eddie be i can't help myself, gaslighting you all into thinking theWheeler's have a front porch, deviation from canon towards the end

﹙ 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 ﹚

author: @vxntagedior synopsis: after one night of babysitting, your baby sister has steve wrapped around her finger warning(s): absolute fluff, steve is THE babysitter, none of the bad things happened in hawkins so the timeline is kind of botched jes notes ! steve interacting with an actual child !?! i can rest in peace now

﹙ 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 ? ﹚

author: @luveline synopsis: steve finds out that falling in love can be really, really easy. you find out what it's like when somebody wants to take care of you warning(s): fem!reader, fluff, mutual pining, getting together, dustins next-door neighbour!reader, sick fic, hurt/comfort, reader is implied to weigh more than nancy, you're upset one time and steve goes overboard, small s4 spoilers no major plot details, post s3 pre s4. feat. the lunch club, karaoke, rollerblading, sunbathing jes notes ! the feelings i felt while reading this were indescribable, it’s that good.

﹙ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 ﹚

author: @hairrington synopsis: When you dive into the terrifying depths of Lovers Lake, you expect to feel the usual when it comes to your recently dangerous adventures: worry, regret, and a big dose of fear. But when you notice the man you're falling for getting smitten with his ex, you realize even envy can be felt in the Upside Down.

๋ 𓂋 robin b . ˚◞

﹙ 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 ﹚

author: @twistnet synopsis: watching robin get ready for a date that wasn't with you, hurt a lot more than you could have ever expected warning(s): female!reader, angst [ feelings of unrequited loved + crying ], general fluff [ hurt//comfort, best friends to lovers + kisses ] + mature language

﹙ 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 ﹚

author: @burgundybmw synopsis: There's this girl that comes in once a week to rent Fast Times at Ridgemont High. She always peruses the shelves, sometimes grabbing other films, but Fast Times is always in the stack. warning(s): Brief mention of period typical homophobia (not directed at Robin, this is very fluffy!)

﹙ 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 ﹚

author: @delfiore synopsis: summer, 1986. robin experiences an epic love when you come to stay at your aunt's place in hawkins for the summer. warning(s): mild violence, mentions of drugs, bullying, homophobia (ik ik big yawn but i promise it's sO insignificant)

๋ 𓂋 billy h. ˚◞

﹙ 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 ﹚

author: @billyhargrove-s synopsis: you and Billy have been dating for 6 months, only your classmates think you hate each other. warning(s): mentions of shitty parents, alcoholism, domestic violence (reader and Billy's home life's are pretty similar), school fights, minor angst? fluffy ending

﹙ 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 ﹚

author: @billyhargrove-s synopsis: Billy seeing his s/o and (step)sister getting along? Maybe they are dancing together? warning(s): fluffy, mentions of Neil,

﹙ 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 ﹚

author: @alloftheimagines synopsis: Billy is sleeping on YIn. Reader is soft running he hand's through his hair while reading a book. He still a little groggy when he wakes up a little bit and sees YIn's face and he says you're so gorgeous. I'm going to keep you and call you my wife warning(s): brief mentions of domestic abuse, bruises, and sex (not on page!), but mostly fluff and a touch of angst

﹙ 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 ﹚

author: @hauntlikeaghost0 synopsis: domestic billy with baking and dancing. what more could you want? warning(s): a lil bit suggestive, swearing, mentions of food

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[ingo-appreciation]

Giradoption au thoughts but it’s emmet’s side of things

-some brief context on things that have been happening with Ingo to properly set up soemthing

-currently post-game Volo and Ingo are traveling around together to help Ingo recover his memories and understand giratina’s blessing, while Volo is happy to be able to explore hisui and Not Be Banned from places

-by some event I haven’t thought out completely yet, Volo accidentally ends up in jubilife at the same time as his past self

-everything ends up okay and ingo gets a little more giratina features, but essentially space-time got a little fucked up there because that wasn’t supposed to happen

-now back to emmet

-one day while he and ingo were on their shift, ingo went into a tunnel and just vanished

-there was an investigation but no one could find anything

-hell Emmet even ask a friend from Sinnoh to come over and see if there was any legendary involvement or any legendary he could ask to help get ingo back

-one day while emmet and Cynthia are hashing out ideas, emmet goes back to the place where ingo disappeared. Except this time, there’s someone there

-“this area is off limits. Please return to the main station”

-and the person just looks at him and she says “something happened here”

-“yes that is why it’s closed”

-“the fabric of space-time was torn here”

-and emmet just stops because that’s the first time anyone has been able to explain exactly what happened at this spot

-now emmet and ingo aren’t as knowledgeable as hex maniacs or anything, but considering ingo has had chandelure as his ace for a Long time and emmet sometimes uses her for his battles, the twins DO know a little bit about ghosts

-and sure enough, when he gets a closer look, the lady is a ghost.

-she says her name has been lost, so either she makes up a temporary name or emmet makes up a name for her (I haven’t decided, I’ve just been calling her Void)

-void joins the investigation team because she says she’s interesting it knowing more about the space-time tear. Emmet finds it a little odd but hey! Connections are connections and void doesn’t seem malicious

-void tends to pop in and out of sight and varies on how corporeal she is, but the longer she spends time around emmet, the more she seems to get a handle on how to control her form

-eventually, Cynthia has to go back to sinnoh, and probably by some combo of legendary power and void’s own mysterious ghost powers, a rift is opened back up to get emmet and void to hisui

-surprisingly, the people of hisui don’t immediately think emmet is a zoroark. I mean they’d already had one person who looked EXACTLY like Volo prove he wasn’t a zoroark so maybe this is related somehow

-they take him to jubilife to show ingo his weird doppelgänger and ghost pokemon

-sure enough! There ingo is! Emmet is BEYOND ecstatic to have finally found his brother!

-except ingo looks different. And he doesn’t seem to fully remember emmet

-emmet tries to explain everything and even explains how Void helped him find ingo, bht the second Void makes eye contact and tries to come close, ingo like. Visibly Bristles

-he looks nonhuman as large shadowy thorns appear behind him. And he says “I don’t know who you are but I think you should leave”

-Void disappears and emmet is like “what the fuck, ingo, she helped me find you!” And ingo doesn’t even entirely know why he did it, but he got a Very Bad feeling from her

-ingo asks Volo and even he doesn’t know the answer, it’s only when ingo asks someone who’s been in the distortion world for a very long time that he gets why he panicked

-when giratina rebelled against Arceus, she had a trainer that helped her. And when giratina was defeated, her trainer was erased from time and space and then giratina was banished to the distortion world

-so for her trainer to be here, even as a ghost, something is very very VERY wrong

[localwebslingers]

"Yeah, I guess holding off for a little while makes sense." he agreed, because the idea of Norman Osborn knowing about the mulitverse and that it could be traveled was concerning. To put it lightly. Peter wasn't sure he would outright call the man a terrible person, he'd done plenty of honest good with his company. There was, admittedly, plenty of proof in that every day, and a lot of people who had worked for him made incredible progress in medical technology. It was just... Well it was hard to think possitively about someone who had his parents killed for not letting him sell research to dangerous people.

...okay maybe he definitely thought Norman Osborn was a terrible person, at least his was.

The sudden offer about the pizzas caught Peter by surprise as he looked over at Harry, who was definitely still focused on the stack of research papers. Seemed to be, anyways. For a moment, Peter wasn't sure he'd realized that he said that at all before deciding that no, Harry definitely did. And that made him smile a little, "Well, we would know, I would say that's enough to warrent the bragging rights. Whoever gets them." and he liked the idea of it. Not so much the bragging rights, but just getting to hang out again.

Even if they were working on the very complicated project of getting Harry back home again, it had been fun. The easy way they could go from talking about what they were working on to bantering and teasing without even breaking stride. After just a couple of days the tension from when they'd first met was gone, a welcome relief. There had been similar glimpses to the friendship he'd once had with his Harry, but this was still different. In a good way, and Peter found himself hoping they could make the trip back less of a one way trip and more of an open door. That they had to be very careful of protecting the key to, but a door none the less.

"Maybe we should add Coffee Bean to compare too." he added then, "After we don't tear a hole into the cosmos, like you said." that should probably be the first goal.

He turned the paper he'd been going through at Harry's suggestion around to push towards him and tapped it, "Speaking of, I think you're right, this is a pretty solid one to consider. It's already got some of the stuff we know we're looking for like frequency signals." a few of the other points he wasn't sure of, they hadn't looked into those areas quite yet, "We'd have to test a few things out first, but I think we can get soemthing like this up and running. What do you think?"

"The end result didn't live up to the hype." He admitted, with an amused shrug. "But what matters is that we had fun looking for it. That's what they say about journeys and destinations."

And he missed those days more than he'd admit, treasuring them fondly. But theirs were other journeys now, and in his case the current one was rather literal, given how they were trying to get him back home.

"I plan to tell them." He admitted, resting his elbow on the nearest table. "Maybe not immediately, because I can't risk my father learning that not only there's a multiverse but it can be traveled too, but Pete and MJ can keep that secret."

And maybe even improve on whatever they got, because if it wasn't too dangerous Harry hoped he'd have the chance to visit this Peter again. Maybe even witness him and his friend meeting, because that'd be the kind of chaos Harry would happily enjoy enabling.

Especially given the amount of multiversal similarities that were just this side of close enough to be as interesting as they were uncanny. Others, however, were unsurprising. Like the existence of Joe's.

"I'll have to try it then. See if it's better or worse than my Joe's'." He mused. "Because that would actually be good bragging rights. 'Best pizza of the multiverse', and nobody actually knows." He added, mostly joking, until he wasn't anymore. "Maybe one day we can actually compare." He offered, almost offhandedly.

And then he went back to his papers.

"Once we figure out all this mess, and hopefully don't tear a hole in the cosmos."

Which he very much hoped they wouldn't.

@localwebslingers

[animensfw-smut]

Hi! Can I get Bakugo x Midoriya's little Sister

And/or Shoto x Reader, where Endeavor doesn't allow them to be together?

Absolutely! I’m assuming the Bakugo x Midoriya’s little sister is fluff and the shoto x reader one is angst? But I’m gonna make the shoto x reader have a fluffy ending if you don’t mind. If it was meant to be nsfw for both, please feel free to message me again, and I’ll redo it. 😅

I’ve decided to do both of them which means they may be a bit shorter, but i hope you enjoy!

The Shoto x Reader oneshot is further down the post.

WARNINGS: None.

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BAKUGO X MIDORIYA’S LITTLE SISTER! READER

*Third pov*

No matter where he looked, his gaze always rested on her face. The way she smiled brightened up his day, though he refuses to admit it. Why should he feel this way for Deku’s sister? He hated it. 

There were many moments (y/n) found Bakugo to be cute. He was such a tsundere that she couldn’t help but smile when he did so many things just for her yet always said it was because she was being annoying. 

“BAKUBRO!!! You definitely like (y/n)!!!” Kirishima declared as he hung out in Bakugo’s dorm.

“Shut up. I don’t.” He looked away with an angry expression, but Kirishima knew better. His arm wrapped around Bakugo’s neck, a grin adorning his face,

“Don’t lie to me! I know!!! .... If you don’t make a move soon, Monoma may steal her away...” At this, Bakugo looked to Kirishima,

“What do you mean Monoma will steal her, Shitty hair.” Kirishima wore an all knowing smile, 

“Well, I’ve heard from Tetsutetsu that Monoma plans on asking (y/n) out so...”

“WHEN?!”

“He’s planning on confessing to her today.” With that, he was up and out of his seat on the bed, dashing out the door. Kirishima chuckled,

“Knew it.”

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Bakugo ran, searching for (y/n). No way will he let Monoma be with (y/n). He remembered how (y/n) had mentioned to Deku that she will be going to the Class B dorms to hang out with Kendo.

In a panting mess, he arrived at the dorms, seeing (y/n) being confronted by Monoma in the kitchen. 

“(Y/N)!” Monoma’s eyes widened when Bakugo grabbed (y/n) by the wrist, exiting the building. 

“W-Wait, K-Kacchan...!” Her other hand grasped at his arm and he took a deep breath before sitting down on the steps. He looked at (y/n) and she took the hint, sitting down next to him.

She constantly glanced at him as he stared out at the sun. It was setting, turning the sky into a deep orange. Her eyes focused on the way their hands were intertwined. His hand was warm, but not to the point where she wanted to separate their hands. It was a nice feeling to be held by Bakugo.

“So, did you aceept?” She raised a questioning brow,

“Accept what?”

“You know... With that extra just then.”

“Oh, Monoma? Yeah i accepted, i don’t see why not.” Bakugo grit his teeth, his hair shadwoing his eyes,

“R-Really...” His hands slipped away from hers as he started to walk away.

-

“Hey, Kacchan.”

His heart skipped a beat when she held him, her arms wrapping around his waist from behind. Her face was buried into the firm muscles of his back, her fingers pressing against his stomach. 

“Why are you upset, Kacchan?” He bit his lip as tears started to form in his eyes,

“I... Guess Monoma is a better match with you...”

“What do you mean?”

“He asked you out, didn’t he?” Confused, (y/n) turned Bakugo around, her hands framing his face and wiping the small droplets trailing down his face. 

“Nope. He asked me to help him with his quirk...” She gave a smile, rubbing under his eyes to stop the tears,

“Kacchan, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.”

His lips captured hers in a sweet kiss. A long awaited kiss...

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SHOTO X READER

*Third pov*

“Leave him. You are not worthy of him.”

The words echoed in her thoughts, occupying her mind 24/7. Endeavor had said this to (y/n) during the UA sports festival when he had found out that she was dating Shoto. 

Yes, (y/n) truly loved Shoto and would never break up with him, but it still bothered her to think that that was what Endeavor thought of her. The meeting was kept a secret from Shoto as she didn’t want it to be another reason that got in the way of them mending their relationship. 

“(y/n).” A soft whisper of her name brought her back to reality. She was currently hanging out with Shoto in his dorm. It was their ‘lazy Saturday’ where they stayed indoors for their date.

His arms were wrapped around her waist as he snuggled against her on his bed.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh... Nothing much.” Shoto knew when there was something wrong with (y/n), he could just tell instantly. He knew that there was soemthing off about her by the end of the sports festival, but he didn’t want to bother her with his questioning. 

“Did... My father tell you anything?” She gasped at the accuracy. He gave a sigh,

“Sigh... Don’t mind him... And, don’t keep anything from me anymore, okay? I’ll sort this out for you.” He nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing in her scent,

“He doesn’t even know how much you mean to me.” Unconsciously, a smile slowly spread on her face at the reassurance he gave her. Nothing could ever separate her from him. 

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“Father.”

Endeavor looked up from where he had been working at his desk.

“What is it you wanted?”

“Leave (y/n) alone. It’s my business, not yours.” Shoto glared down at Endeavor as Endeavor’s eyes bored into his soul.

“It is my business. I need to know who you get into relationships with and if they’re powerful and worthy of you.”

“It’s not your business and never will be. Just... Don’t bother her anymore.” With that, Shoto left his office. 

Endeavor looked at his back with wide-eyes. In his fury, Shoto had iced most of the room. Endeavor gave a sigh before using his quirk to restore order to his room.

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“Hey, calm down.” I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing his fringe away from his face. 

“It’s fine, you didn’t have to go to your father’s office... Though i appreciate what you did, Shoto.” I peppered his face with kisses before settling on cuddling with him. He seemed to have calmed down from when he first came into his dorm. 

“Mm.” He hummed as he brought me to his chest, kissing the top of my head. 

“Ah, i always feel so calm around you...” Shoto muttered, bringing the blanket over both of them. 

(y/n) traced over Shoto’s features, her fingers grazing over the scar as Shoto relaxed in her touch. Leaning up, (y/n) pressed a kiss to his left eye.

“(y-y/n), s-stop doing that...!” He covered his scar with his hand as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“Mm, why should i? You’re pretty, Shoto.” He gave out a few incoherent murmurs before pressing (y/n) against his chest again,

“Just sleep...” (y/n) hummed, obliging and snuggling up to him again. 

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A/N

AHHHHH, I hope this one was good enough!!! I’m not really that good at writing fluffs and all that, so i hope you all enjoyed it!!!

The next request is: Dom! Gamer! Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader.

[everythingthemoontouches]

✨Mercury in Gatorade

🪶Pick a Card cuz we all need a cosmic timeout. To think🧠 And stuff🫀

September 27th - October 19th

Pick a Card masterlist 💞💦

Choose a circle from this Olympics logo 💖

General message for the collective

Butterfly. Wings of change. Cruella de vils. Cruelty. Every villain has a backstory. If you walked a mile in their shoes you'd seethe at injustice too. Red riding hood and polka dots. Childlike innocence. The Before. Threads of fate are interconnected. The past, present and future are are not so hard to distinguish and separate from the other. They're enmeshed closer than you think. Cut some cords. Reflect. Review. Detach. Revise. Incorporate the horrors of the past and work your way through. We recreate that which we don't try to understand and feel.

Bad things happen when people feel unloved.

Desprate for food, attention, shelter, love.

Hate the crime, not the criminal.

Now pick a pile from the Olympic ring circle

🐾

1. Two little Witches 30 blue (volleyball)

declutter

Cry it out. Tears clean your eyes.

Old clothes need mending.

Broom. Sweep it away. Bees.

Housewarming puja. Do a cleanse or banishment ritual .

Childhood friends. Love. Here is the church and there is the steeple. We sure are cute for 2 ugly people.

No stop. No more ugly, negative, bullying thoughts about you. I won't stand for it.

Reprogram your brain. Listen to positive affirmations before bed.

Instead of calling yourself dumb, ugly, etc, or whatever horrid inner dialogue you have with yourself say soemthing positive.

Clear out the trash talking. Bad habits always need to be replaced by something new. The easiest xamooe I can't think of is someone trying to wake up early. Instead of hating on yourself for always being late, say I beliwve I will wake up at xyz time.

Say it like a prayer if you wish. I will wake up at 8 o clock. I will wake up at 8 o clock. (or whenever/whatever you need to) the law of attraction isn't a joke.

I don't believe you can randomly manifest a billion dollars in a day. But I do believe that if you repeat soemthing often enough you star to believe it and act towards it soon enough.

That's the secret to the law of attraction action and manifesting your hearts desire. Make room for belief. Make space for positive action. It starts in the mind. Declutter toxic thoughts, spaces, clean your room. Air it out. Write down your goals. Google peopep successfully at what you do. Use wiki how. Teach yourself things. Find out.

Research ways to do your thing.

Get rid of shit that doesn't help you. Throw it away if it's bringing you down.

In the movie dear zindagi, Alia's therapist tells her that if she wanted to go climb a mountain there's no need to start with the biggest one.

And there's no need to kill yourself to make a point. Start with a small, scaleable hill. Start with the smaller, Easier, doable task. Build your confidence and Build stamina.

Small changes won't cure All your problems magically, but it will make you feel marginally better and take away the stress of having a 100 problems.

But now since you have lesser things to deal with you'd have more mental bandwidth to devote to the more tricky challenges you're dealing with. Let's get going shall we? 😊💙

2.Violet Angel 23 (weight lifting)

tired

Hurt and comfort. Self soothe. Picking up the pieces.

Have you seen those Insta reels that go - Everything sucks. Just kidding. Everything is great. Or maybe it isn't. But you know what? Nothing is permanent.

You're on a roll coaster. Somtimes it's fun. Sometimes it's just scary. Life is a ride you can't avoid.

There's this story about a court jester who was asked by a King to write down something that would make Kingman happy when he was sad but would upset him if he read it when he was in a good mood. Now obviously this pompous little Leo, oops I mean, brat, I mean royalty figure(sorry leos) thought he did something really cool and outsmarted the jester. But nah. This guy surprised him by doing just as he was asked to. Do you know what he wrote down?

This too shall pass.

OK, so will your sadness. It's gonna fade into happiness soon enough. You've been through the worst of the storm. Now you get to enjoy the cool breeze and flowers that follow.

I saw this psotivity quote that went ' if you're going through hell keep going, why would you stop there' and if someone chirped that to me when I was frustrated, angry, miserable I'd probably clop them in the face like ' listen you rotten excuse for A Percy Jackson, I'm tired, also my backpack has a tonne of stones and hell is literally on fire+ my feet are burnt so don't you fuckin come at me with that witticism if you're not planning to put me in a wheelchair and wheel me through hell'

There's no magickal elevator that opens up when u pass a trial in hell. But I've heard that the Queen of Hell is also a Goddess of flowers and once a year she returns to the land of the living. That day isn't far off. You can go with her.

It's gonna get better for you.

All of the hurt, pain, sadness, heartbreak will be a thing of the past. Dry your tears, drink some rose milk and go to sleep. Happy days are coming.

Have you ever watched Titanic and wondered if Rose had managed to keep Jack afloat a few moments longer? How different their lives could have been...

It's either sink or swim untill help arrives. The Violet Angel Soemtimes shows up to indicate a new love, fried ship, loving relationship or some kind of help.

I know it's dark out and all that jazz, but when the ghpusl leave and the vampires go to sleep the sky turns pink

This dark night of the soul is coming to an end. You'll be happier than you've ever been. Just you wait and see!

3.Grumpy Red Fairy 8(cycling)

change and transformation

Get angry if anger is what you truly feel.

Are u tired of other people expecting you to live talk breathe act sing fart a certain way? Well it's no business of theirs.

Let the facade drop. Take off the social mask. (not the physical Covid safety ones).

Pretending is tiring and drains energy real quick.

In order to be truly loved we have to go through the terrifying ordeal of being known. 😬

People who are living a lie are always irked by those who don't chop away parts of themself to fit in.

Why cut your foot to squeeze into Cinderella's shoe? That glass slipper was certainly not meant for you . And while we're on the subject you wouldn't have been happy with Cinderella's Prince Charming either. There's something out there that's more right and made for you.

Why try so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?

Be you. Be real. Be authentic. And if that pisses some people off so mote it be.

No more lies.

Reblog to save this message.

4.i am Kali chabhi 13 (javelin throw)

Key in

Death. Change. Transformation.

Energy goes where attention flows.

Nursery rhyme - London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. (Break it down.) Build it up with iron bars,iron bars, iron bars my fair lady

Adapt or perish.Destruction. Demolition before rebuilding.

Those who resist change are the first to die out.

When the storm winds blow the stubborn oak topples but it's the willow that survives.

The old ways will not serve you in the new world. Cut your losses. And start over. Change your outlook. Accept changing circumstance and respond according to it.

Modern problems require modern solutions.

Goddess Kali hodls your hand as you cut cords with your resistance to change and she helps you walk through the flames into a new reality.born anew. Like Danaerys stepping into the flames and emerging as the mother of dragons.

Kali Maa is clearing all that is leeching off your energy, draining your strength, and abrading those relationships that cannot do anything but keep you stuck.

Test of strength. Rejoice in the purification of stale energy.

Sometimes things have to fall apart for better things to fall in place 💙 stay strong Pile 4, you'll survive 💪💯

5. ghosts of the past 42 (archery)

I don't have my glasses

Clear the debris. You have a chance to rehash old issues and clear them once and for all. Now is a good time to let it go.

Squinting.

Closure.

We forgive people so that we can release the pain and bitterness they left behind in our heart.

Move on from the past.

Your past shapes you but it doesn't have to define you. The present moment is always a choice. You are the author in a choose your own adventure. Some quests are scripted. But a whole lot of it is not.

When you take off your mask, you must turn around and confront others living a charade.

Where mad Men rule, it's considered out of fashion to be wise.

See, a lot of versions of us exist in other people's head but it's time to stop allowing others to write your narrative for you.

Maybe you have made some questionable or even embarrassing life choices s in thr past.so what? If you know better now, act better.

Yeah? Say if you're trying to give up a bad habit and x, y, z comes along talking about your gambling or street mugger days, you can actually say ' well actually that's not who I am anymore.' like Phoebe does IN friends. She got off the streets and made a whole new life for herself.

Make room for the person you are blossoming into. Flowers need space to grow.

Leveling up journey. You can escape poverty, your bad habits, challenges, addictions, etc. You have the power to rewrite your life story by virtue of actions and day tod at decisions. It's okay to cut off people who try to stop you from outgrowing them.

Old friends, acquaintances could be popping up in your life to remind you either of how far you've come or that there's still some work to be done in areas you that you had settled already.

It's okay be forgiving. Be greatful to yourself. Do past, present, future you a solid one and stay focused on your growth.

As long as you're learning from your mistakes, you're doing good 💕

We're only defeated when we stop trying

Abhi mujh may kahi Bali thodi so Hai zindagi - I still have a little fight left in me. 10 of swords energy. For some if you you're the first in a family line to do something great. Changing the course for someone . Showing people it's possible to improve ones situation. Inspiring them. But most of all believing in yourself enough to do the thing. And being gracious when you make mistakes along the way 🌱🌹

I'm so proud 🥺 of you, Pile 5. Keep going 👏you're doing so well

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That's all the cards had to say folks. The rest is up to you ♥️good luck, and godspeed 💫

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I am gonna reply to the tags you left and you can't stop me :D

I just love the idea that Reaper has this gigantic network of information. All to get what he wants.

He had to find out about the talented mage Geno who lived in another country SOMEHOW

It isn't like Geno would go apply for a job in a whole other country while he littlest brother was still in school. Like. That isn't Geno. So it was Reaper who ahd to find out and offered so much money and benefits that Geno pretty much had to say yes because it was just beyond perfect.

But there was soemthing you said that got me thinking.

"The short period of peace"

Which means there were a LOT of wars going on.

And if Reaper had been in power for a while now and is very respected and has a large thrieving country?

It can only mean one thing.

Reaper is pretty much a warlord as well. and a damn good one at that.

(wonder if others tended to call Reaper the GrimReaper for a while. or even Death)

Reaper just having a large army, or maybe a smaller one, but being very good at strategy and everything that he manages to defeat much larger targets. He makes sure the fighting happens in areas which aren't populated. He knows how to lead the enemy to spots where he can easily circle them and win.

Reaper is a powerhouse and probably the most influential king in this AU.

People don't go to war against him because they know Reaepr would win. and Reaper got good and winning over land and intergrating it into his country wihtout issue.

Fighting a war and winning it is one thing.

Getting the gained land to work well with your country and repair the damage and invest and gain loyalty? that is much much much harder. And Reaper would be good at it like an art.

Becuase how else does he have such a large area, positive standing. and good PR with his people?

oaky sorry for that. I got thinking.

The other tags! *cheats by opening a new window and scrolling back to the tags* let me see...

The period of peace after Nightmare managed to gain his standing and calm things down. Reaper had already been wathcing him and seeing what he is doing.

The fact the first thing that Reaepr thought when Ngihtmare went out of public eye that the knights betrayed him means he knows who each of the knights are. (which with the masks may be harder to figure out unless there is a whole ceremony but why would nightmare want people to know who his most trusted people are? maybe they have normal uniforms with neutral masks first? before they gain a special mask? It just seems like a security risk for everyone to know the elite guard by face and name... sorry i am rambling again haha)

Etiher way. Reaper thinks the knight betrayed nightmare. it implies that reaper knows their pasts and who they are. another point towards having a large information network (especially so with cross already betraying dream. if that is known or not also depends on the situation.)

Reaper really just has the biggest gossip network lmao.

but yeah. Reaepr keeps an eye on it. watching it closely. and Nightmare appears again. but always wearing amask now and many layers and reaper is convinced he is shorter.

So reaper probably thinks either nightmare got replaced by someone else... or nightmare got mortally wounded.

Reaper sends the message for a treaty.

(gonna be real. teen nightmare may have come close to crying happy tears at the message. this is something he needs. an actual powerful allay in cause something goes wrong and reaper is the most powerful there is.)

okay but you didn't need to stab my heart by making it obvious that nightmare specifically added a line in the treaty to protect his loved once in case he gets killed. that is just too sweet?! But also painful and the poor teen is so worried and scared for those he holds near.

okay but reaper's visit overlapping with Dream, ink and blue being locked up? actually works perfect because reaper can visit those three. hear them out. and tell them they are blind idiots. and just gives a fucking rundown on all the facts nad proof that nightmare is sound of mind and has been trying his damn hardest to make things better for everyone. but that they are mad because nightmare, a person who was never taught how to be king or how to rule, isn't the perfect ruler.

because they would need to hear it from someone else. someone outside of the situation.

and yes <3 drabble <3 no worries or rush or forced or anything! It was just a cute/fun/cool idea that someone else had but i don't want to overstep too much haha.

Ough. I think that New Age AU Nightmare should accidentally unite rival kingdoms. Usher in a new era of peace style.

Like. It's my au so I can do as I please, but I REALLY like the idea that Reaper is the first adult (besides his Knights) who really takes Night seriously.

Reaper only knows him as the Teen King, but he'd heard rumors of the usurping before and chose actively not to mess with Night, assuming he was a loose cannon and might declare war. He *did* inherit a huge army, after all. So when Reaper asked for the treaty, he was pleasantly surprised to hear Night was open to the idea. They talked through letters for almost a year before anything went through, and Night was always well-spoken and blunt about his beliefs and what he wanted, but also didn't skimp on the thinly veiled threats.

Reaper was impressed, and had a deep respect.

And then he arrived, and Nightmare was like, fourteen. And of course, he didn't say anything, but he payed close attention, and Night spoke the same way he wrote. It was definitely him. So... Reaper just rolled with it. And was proven so so correct for doing it. Because Night far exceeded the accomplishments Reaper had been expecting, and cherry on top, Night had Geno's little brother. The entire point of getting the treaty.

Of course, Nightmare would be a powerful enemy to make, so the treaty went through, but it worked great because it seemed Error would be staying, and visits would have to be arranged.

So. My point here. I think Reaper is someone who's willing to talk to Nightmare as a friend, and commiserate over ruling, share news, strategies, and just have general talks that Night enjoys.

Along with that, I think that anytime there's a big event where the royals of different kingdoms meet up (think Galas or political hearings) Reaper acts as Night's entry into the world of the royals. Reaper's been alive for longer than most current rulers could even remember, so him treating *Nightmare* of all people as an equal? It immediately gave him a boost socially that he needed. And he has the heart and the knowledge, at this point, to justify Reaper respecting him so much.

And by the time Nightmare is grown (and probably brings his nuclear war-head crafting husband Wizard to events), everyone respects him. He has other royal friends. He has a place there, abd people listen to his insights, abd he helps other kingdoms resolve their systematic issues when he can. And a mix between Scary Dog Privilege (Reaper + Error + Knights) and just Genuineky Being Good At It, makes him accidentally kick off a longer era of peace between a lot of the kingdoms. The kinda thing you hear about when ancient civilizations have that one peaceful era.

I just think it'd be so so ironic if he managed to get through all of this trouble, and have all these odds stacked against him, and actually be able to kinda naturally improve things!!!

Also @ancha-aus ! (I might start tagging u in these since I don't post regular drabbles- lemme know if you'd like me to Not do this lol 🫡)