#alright this was just a drabble

[writingfreezer]

you had been curious about his horns and tail, and dan heng was kind enough to let you touch them. what he didn’t anticipate was how intense the whole situation was about to become.

as your fingers delicately gracing his tail had slowly moved up to his base, his self-control had faltered with it. even though his tail was made out of mostly water, you somehow had found a way to squeeze around it to make dan heng shiver from the contact. you could see how he was biting his lower lip in order to keep the slutty moans that wanted to spill from his mouth to himself.

”does this feel good, babe?” you asked, voice sultry. your inner cheek was almost bleeding with how much you had bitten it in order to keep yourself from smirking at the sight in front of you. dan heng, the usually composed and quick-witted member of the astral express, had been reduced down to a pleading mess.

dan heng opened his mouth to speak but right before he was about to respond, your fingers curled and started scratching the base of his tail. the action made his back arch and he let out a high gasp that soon turned into a drawn-out moan. his eyes lulled to the back of his head and he flooped his head down on your shoulder.

panting, he tried to speak in his usual tone, ”plea- hah…. please, just, um… c-continue, please….” was all he could muster. the absolute desperation in his voice made a shiver run up your spine, and now both of you were biting your lips.

”oh? you like getting touched like this?” the answer was obvious enough that dan heng just settled for letting out a series of quiet moans. his forehead was still planted to your shoulder as he panted, and you snaked your free arm up to pull him close. he quickly pulled you into an embrace, snaking his tail around your waist, earning a soft chuckle out of you. his grip was tight, but not hurting. just perfect.

slowly, your hand left his back in favor of finding purchase at the hem of his pants. you tugged gently at it, giving him a warning, before diving your fingers under the fabric.

dan heng gasped and whimpered at what was to come. his hand moved down to hold your wrist as your fingers moved down, and more down, until you found the hem of his underwear. your scratching increased in pressure as your fingers dived under the next layer of fabric to meet his warm skin.

”please, be ge-” dan heng was cut off by a deep moan as your hand grabbed his cock and started pumping it without warning. this, combined with the scratching, made dan heng louder than he ever has been. it was a surprise no one on the express came barging in.

”i am gentle, now hush. let me take care of you…” you cooed softly into his ear as your pace on his hard appendage quickened. dan heng’s moans increased in pitch and his back arched into your chest, his grip on you tightening as much as he could. you could even feel his tail squeezing your waist, but that was irrelevant now.

as the vidyadhara in front of you continued to moan and plead, you couldn’t help but smirk. seeing dan heng so submissive kindled something inside of you, something that had never been kindled before in the span of your relationship. perhaps you should do this more often.

[starrystevie]

steve who got a lower back tattoo on a drunken dare in his late 20s and forgets it's there most of the time. steve who stretches one night at a party and his shirt rides up exposing the swirling lines that peek out from under his belt line. steve who doesn't think anything of it and forgets to pull his shirt back down as he leans forward on the couch while talking with the group, basking in the welcomed burn of a certain pair of eyes locked on him.

eddie who's sitting next to him, gripping the back of the couch cushion where his arm is slung around his long term crush like it's the only tether he has to planet earth because not only does steve have a tattoo, but it's right there. eddie who takes in a shuddering breath and can't pull his gaze away from the ink that spreads low over tanned skin that he longs to explore. eddie who digs his other hand into his knee to keep it from doing anything stupid like running his fingers over the tattoo or pulling steve up to go to the spare bedroom.

steve who shoots frozen-in-place eddie a knowing smirk after a few seconds as he leans over even further before standing up and holding out his hand in invitation anyway. eddie who finds out later in the night that he doesn't have to wonder what the tattoo feels like under his fingers for much longer.

[drabbles-of-writing]

Imagine spawning into existence and you already had to fight for your life. But then it’s fixed, and you’re all fine. You get to say hello to a small handful of people you just saved and figure out where you are. You still have no idea. Barely a minute later, you’re immediately under attack again by an evil possessed puppet and a god with abandonment issues who is literally a child. They're both trying to murder your human witch.

Your name is Stringbean. You’ve been alive for about fifteen minutes.

[licorishh]

Saw a one-off on Tumblr that just casually brought up the AU idea of Bell being Makarov's biological parent from their life in Russia pre-CIA and I would just like to say I am one thousand-percent behind this theory but not as an AU like actually as a headcanon because the timeline would match up perfectly and it would just be insanely cool

[good-beanswrites]

Hi Beans, I’m finally here. Diluting the sad with fun and very OOC.

I don’t really have a lot of ideas about what to write, but I remembered that I shared my idea of Es with the chivalrous Argenti's personality. So. AU in a vacuum (maybe an actors AU, maybe not), where Es thought that it would be funny to surprise the prisoners with the behavior of a knight(maybe Jackalope came up with that idea, maybe just strange sense of humor). What about the prisoners' reactions? (gallantry and compliments to plants attached) I think Mahiru would have joined the drive even if she didn’t really understand what happened. Fuuta would probably say "ugh, cringe" and that would make him a great target for the rest of the day.

YESS ahahaha, this is such a fun idea! I wrote a little scene with a few characters, but honestly it's hysterical picturing any of them trying to figure out how to react to this new and sparkling Es... I went for a version where not even Jackalope was prepared, but I can certainly see him suggesting something crazy like that to shake things up omg. Thank you so much for the request! The original meme was made by Mug, and I couldn't help but do a doodle myself ✨🌹

Amane was the first to witness it. She fled as soon as possible, finding sanctuary in the common room. The others were surprised as she stumbled in, face pale and eyes wide. Very little could frighten the girl; it was not a good sign.

Yuno moved to comfort her. “What’s wrong?” 

Her eyes went distant with the harrowing memory. “It’s Es,” was all she said. 

“Did they do something cruel?”

“No. Worse.” Amane shivered. “They were… nice.”

“They were what?”

Amane opened her mouth, but paused at the sound of heels clicking down the hallway. 

She stiffened. “If you need me you can find me in my cell.” She disappeared as quickly as she came. The others, who had been listening in on the odd conversation, gaped after her. They tried to piece together what had been so unsettling. Still, Es’ boots approached. 

All eyes landed on the doorway. 

And Es appeared. They looked very normal. Jackalope hopped up behind them. All shoulders sagged in relief. Es surveyed the room, slightly surprised to find everyone staring. 

Then, they smiled. 

It was a genuine, bright smile. The blue-gray of their eyes sparkled with a new light. Their lips parted to release a lighthearted laugh, unlike anything the prisoners had heard from them before.

They glided through the room, heels clicking lightly behind them until they came to Muu. The others stood frozen in place.

Es swept their cape aside with a grand flourish of their arm. They held both her hand and her gaze with warmth.

“Why, hello, Muu! You’re looking as positively lovely as always. Has this fine morning treated you well?”

“Um…” She looked to everyone, her face pleading for a little guidance. They were too busy looking eagerly to her in astonishment. “Uh… yes?”

“I’m pleased to hear it.” They reached behind themself. The room let out a soft gasp as they produced a pale pink flower from underneath their cape.

“For you, my dear.”

They didn’t wait for her to finish stuttering a confused ‘thank you’ before they turned to whoever was standing closest. Mahiru’s own face lit up as Es turned their glimmering gaze her way. Fuuta scoffed, muttering something about this being the lamest, cringiest thing he’d witnessed. Es pretended not to hear.

“Shiina Mahiru… a smile like yours is rare to find in a place like this. I thank you for it.” They pinched their chin and angled their head, thinking. “The meaning of your name has to do with light, correct?” 

She nodded, unable to keep the giddiness from her face. The others watched as Es moved their glove behind once more. Surely there was no room for any more flowers hidden there…

Surely they were all mistaken – Es flicked their wrist to present a small gathering of yellow blooms.

“Something radiant for someone as bright as you.”

She fell over herself with gratitude and giggles. She tried to tuck it into her hair, and Mikoto stepped over to help her. The pair raised their eyebrows at each other in disbelief. 

This time, Es retrieved their gift before turning to their next victim. A classic red rose. They caught a prisoner’s gaze. 

“Oh, no. Nope. No way.” Fuuta held up his hands, as if it could ward them off. “I don’t want your stupid-ass flowers.” 

“Now, now, I see you’re playing hard to get, as usual.” They brushed their thumb along the thorny stem. “You know, the rose has a very similar approach.”

Fuuta’s face now matched the flower’s color. “Wha–” He stumbled backward, then took off running to the door. “I don’t know what weird mind games you’re trying to pull, but I’m staying out of it!” 

Es only clicked their tongue gently when he disappeared. “Always making things difficult, that one. All part of his charm, I suppose.” 

They followed to the entrance. Turning briefly, they flashed their smile once more.“It was wonderful to see you all! I will await our next meeting eagerly.” 

With a fluttery wave, they vanished. 

Everyone’s attention shot to Jackalope, who had paused in the doorway. No one could understand his voice, but his little rabbit face seemed to say, Hey, don't look at me. I have no fucking idea.

[sisterdivinium]

As the Church shrank, dirtied by the ash and smoke of a pope's carbonized corpse and the negligence of its God, the OCS gathered. Headless though the institution was, Mother Superion would have it wield a sword still.

Weapons. Drills. Strategy. Work was endless.

Some new recruits gawked at the ArqTech owner walking amongst them from time to time, hovering by Superion's side. Camila snapped them back into attention — posture! A jab, a hold, a kick were more becoming than gossip.

But there was hardly any of that. There was no time, they witnessed no touches; the two women supervised, commanded, left.

Only when the day was done, with limbs heavy and eyes closed, did work allow for play: timid and tender, when all others were too tired to notice.

A look, a smirk, a caress — exhaustion made them chaste. With holy war on the horizon, carnal thoughts translated into candid touches and luminous kisses against the weight of coming darkness. All else was serious enough, so Mother Superion and Jillian Salvius exchanged no vows and said naught of love.

Warmth sufficed, closeness — the demons would come and lives would fade, so they took humble rewards in those hopeful shadows.

[clowningaroundmars]

miles g fic first draft is DONE. 30k words in case y'all wanted to know 😪

all i have to do now is just edit it andddd uh hopefully its up on ao3 before long!! :)

[johnslittlespoon]

The Fuse To My Fire

[NSFW | WC: <2000 | Curt Biddick/Gale Cleven/John Egan, Hotel Sex, Post–Algeria, Pet Names, Overstimulation, Begging, Fingering]

“You can barely keep your eyes open, baby,” Gale coos, on the verge of teasing, and a whimper slips out before Curt can stop it.

“Just one more,” he breathes out, eyelashes fluttering as he rolls his hips. "Please."

[AO3 LINK]

[enbysiriusblack]

For the Drabble / pairing thing:

75. “I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

- Jegulus

Also love you hope your day has been good so far (this is an invitation to talk about your day as well)

Regulus stared over to where James was undoing his shoelaces.

"What are you doing?"

James grinned, "I'm going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?"

Regulus frowned as James pulled his t-shirt and jeans off, making his way to the water.

"It's cold", Regulus heard himself say.

James was already half in the water as he turned around, "You'll get used to it."

Regulus took a step closer to the water, peering down into it.

"Come on!" James laughed, swimming a few metres away.

He took another step, his foot touching the water. A hand shot out to clasp his ankle and pull him further in.

"I'm going for a swim", James' voice still rang loudly in his head, "Do you wanna join me?"

drabble ask game

[hueynomure]

Drabble prompt - sand

“See?” Zoe smiled, putting her backpack down. “Keeping things civil with my mother has its perks.”

“I guess,” Marinette squinted, burying her toes in the hot, fine sand. Even with her sunglasses and wide-brimmed hat, the tropical sun was brutal. “But the way she talks to you sometimes…”

“I know.” Zoe hugged her from behind. “But it’s getting better... and she’s not here right now. Forget about her, okay?” She nuzzled into Marinette’s neck. “Think about the nice, well-furbished, isolated beach house we’ll have all to ourselves for the next two weeks…”

“I’ll try,” Marinette purred, leaning into her touch.

You can check out my other Miraculous drabbles here!

(I'm not currently taking more prompts)

[hallowed-nebulae]

The light escapes your body,

in gaps,

in pieces.

It burns, but it doesn't, and it's cold, but it isn't.

You do not know what to do. This light has always been a part of you,

hasn't it?

hasn't it?

Too many tasks and not enough time

crumbling and crumbling away in your hands

and it is all so very,

very,

heavy.

Ahh. I see now.

Come here. Sit with me.

Rest.

You need the rest, you know.

Sit with me, here in the shade,

and I'll tell you a dream.

Rest, and when you wake, all of your worries will see so much smaller.

Rest. You need it, after all.

Don't mind the light tearing its way out of you.

It will hurt much less, soon.

You need to get rid of poison before you can live.

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 8

Constructs

Way too late if ya ask me because Nayru and Hylia have decided to forsake me but it's done. *Collapses* This one did NOT want to write itself no matter how hard I tried even if I have so many feelings about constructs, in the end Hozier, the SS and TOTK soundtrack carried this to the final stretch even if it's just a small drabble lol.

Mostly referenced this time though, something soft and nice about Sky and Reader and Constructs, can be interpreted as platonic or romantic. Day 9 and 10 prompts will be released on the same day if it all possible though depending if I actually get some darn rest and have the time (because Legend is being a bit difficult on the Linktober Shadow one in contrast to how deity is going and I have irl stuff to get done, hopefully this is good enough until then.).

Wild’s Sky Archipelagos couldn’t be different from Skyloft, though no less breathtaking. The eternal beauty of the sky ringing true and everlasting over the cloud barrier enforced by Hylia, though if the sky found in your favorite Godslayer’s was beautiful due to the life that thrived in the loneliness in spite of it all, of creating a community that would outlast the wish for entropy Demise attempted to enforce into the world with the black hole heart of his greed, then Wild’s was because of the echoes of what once was there, that it was lovely and beautiful even in ruin as nature reclaimed what belonged to it by right. That even if the people were gone they existed, they thrived and lived and loved and even in tragedy, that mattered.

And nothing reflected that better than the Constructs which of outlasted the civilization. Made out of now decayed copper and sturdy ceramic, made cute, so the people would remember to treat their new helpers kindly, and made sturdy so they’d remember the people who loved adored them and their built in sense of duty and kindness to aid any guest of friend in need and given voices so they could listen to them speak, to make them just a little closer to humanity.

‘Many of them are deactivated now,’ Wild had told you, the first time you’d all stepped foot onto the main island, it was disorienting for you and most of the Chain (except for Sky, because of course your heavenly, cloud trailblazing boy would have taken to the abandoned, atmosphere cold and echoing sun gold clear beauty of the sky island the quickest like a fish whom was questioned on their ability to swim or a falcon on their ability to hunt, you were almost jealous if not for the fact you or Four always made lunges for his collar – Crimson didn’t come with through the portal after all, nor First’s Russet’- when he attempted to follow Wild’s lead and in consequence give you heart attacks), the little beings of ceramic and old bronze completely non hostile, going about tending to the islands with their faint whirs of gears and whistles of self sustaining magic batteries, voices cold but calm, almost comforting and the first pieces of technology far away from Sky’s them that weren’t immediately hostile towards your boys, ‘Mostly the soldier ones, the Stewards have remained though. Carrying on with their duty, making the place homey even if the people are gone.’

Something about that gave you pause, lagging behind your group in a long abandoned garden, the scent of Sundelions and lavender tickling your nose and a deactivate Soldier Construct coiled up in slumber. Remembering the ancient robots in Sky’s Era, carrying on in their little pockets of time, unaware that the people they were created to aid have long since gone, that their time had long gone, of Fi, everlasting, ever sleeping Fi, bound to duty, always remembering the one’s who created her, of Sky who treated her as a friend, and always watching as people so very unlike him but achingly similar came and went, unable to do anything. Loving like a ghost.

“Guest?”, came a little mechanical chirp, you blink yourself back into awareness, a Steward floating over with a tilted head, jade ceramic earrings clinking, “If I may, you look troubled. May I offer unsolicited aid?”

You can’t help but chuckle, shaking your head gently, an idea stitching yourself in your mind like threads of silk upon a gown, “No no, sorry, I’m alright, I was just wondering. Is it alright if I come on by to pick some flowers? They’re lovely, you did a great job caring for them.”

It inclines their head, chiming, something close to delight, as much as it can express as a machine, “Ah, I see you were admiring them. If I may offer a bit of trivia, Sundelions were the queen's favorite, you may. Will you take care of them?”

You smile, gently reaching a hand to pat it’s head with a nod, it clicks and whistles, surprised, but doesn’t pull away, “Of course, may I ask you a few questions as well? I’d like to know how many Soldier Constructs are resting now.”

You should also ask Sky what Fi’s opinion is on flowers, as well.

It might be a bit silly, but they deserve it after so long.

(Later, much later, when the Chain notices you’re gone after talking to Zelda in the Temple of Time high up in the. Sky finds you in the garden, gently weaving blossoms into a crown, the construct from before amicably chatting with you as it tends to the Sundelions with a ring of flowers around it's long, long neck.

He joins you, and when asked what his and Fi’s opinion is on flowers, he tells you she won’t mind, much less him.

Later that day, Fi’s gains a crown of yarrow, bluebells and morning glories

It’s not much, but it makes Sky smile, you hope she likes them.)

[soulsxng]

Ever since the situation with Rylenn and Allisae, Tahariel had been on high alert. Keeping stoutly by the side of his betrothed, just in case anyone else decided they wanted to approach her and try something. Gaze sweeping over the crowd in search of Avelan, or any of his fellows.

But it wasn't Avelan he found. Instead, he found himself crashing directly into a different familiar face.

A face so familiar, in fact, that in some ways, it felt a bit like looking into a mirror.

"Tabbris."

The other man stiffens, looking back at him with a gaze that quickly frosted over with an icy recognition of its own. It was rather obvious that neither were pleased to be in each other's presence.

"...Tahariel."

The silence hangs heavy between them. A suffocatingly oppressive weight to the air as they give each other a brief once over...until finally the younger of the two speaks.

"Everything that you've been doing lately, and you still think it's a good idea to show up here? Awfully gutsy."

"I can't say that I'm sure of what it is you're talking about. Are you trying to accuse me of something? Because if so, the only thing that I've done as of late to garner any attention, is find my fiancée again."

"--And kidnap she and her children?"

Tahariel laughs; short and disbelieving, as his arms cross loosely over his chest.

"Is that what you believe? If that were the case, then why would I have brought them here? Risked them running away from me, and casting an even larger spotlight on us? They came with me willingly, of their own accord, and it is Charidynn and Vanystea who have been unable to accept that fact. Who have sent assassins after us and threatened all of our lives, including Lily-- a child."

"We came here because Meriburn is a long time friend to Allisae and her children, and as such, they wanted to come to celebrate the occasion. And yet, Vanystea has weaseled their way in regardless of having not been invited, and have already been harassing us. You want to accuse me of causing a disturbance, but all I have done this entire time, is take in the festivities, and try to ensure that they can have the good time that they deserve to be having right now. Perhaps instead of pointing the finger at me, you should be looking for the ones that are actually causing the issues in the first place."

[quarantineddreamer]

Hi, idk if you're doing the ask game still but if you are, could we get rebelcaptain for number eight?

Hi, anon, thank you so much for the ask 💜 Confession? I read the prompt wrong a bit wrong and got through this whole thing before realizing it was things you said when you were crying 😬 but I'm going to argue that in this they both cry at points, so I hope you'll forgive me my error (and I really hope you like it!!)

things you said when you were crying

It took all of Cassian’s concentration to command his left foot forward, hands gripping the bars on either side of him so hard it hurt–though not nearly as badly as the rest of him. 

Every muscle in his body was on fire, every bone sharply aching. 

Not even ten minutes into today’s session of physical therapy and he was drenched in sweat, hair plastered to his forehead, shirt stuck to his chest, the salty taste of it on his lips, stinging his eyes. While he glared down at his feet, a large bead of it–containing all the grace of a raindrop and none of the beauty–dragged down his nose and fell to the floor.

The next step hurt just as bad as the last, and the one after that took twice as long and left him trembling, teeth practically rattling from the effort. 

But he was determined, eager to heal. The Rebellion needed him. Already he felt like he’d been away for too long. Months spent in and out of surgery, in and out of consciousness, he refused to let any more time go to waste.

Cassian squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, fighting a wave of exhaustion, pain, and nausea that threatened to drown him; they were sensations he had grappled with more times than not since Scarif, and he had quickly learned that each was tortuous in their one unique way. 

“Take a break if you need to, Captain,” the medic told him. “You have a long journey ahead, so pace yourself.”

Screw that. He opened his eyes again and, biting back a shout, forced his foot forward again. 

But the toe of his shoe slid in a pool of sweat–all of his own making–sending his leg sliding out from under him. He tried to catch himself with his arms–to brace his weight on the bars framing either side of him–but his palms were too slick, making his grip precarious, and he crashed to the floor, the intense agony of his injuries hitting him all over again. 

“FUCK!” he shouted, because what else was there to say when you could remember taking down stormtroopers without so much as a blink and now a single step had turned you into a humiliated tangle of limbs, sprawled across the ground. 

Fighting for breath, he used what little energy he had remaining to reach up to the bar above his head and pull himself upright, clumsily positioning his back against the wall.

But following that act, he had nothing left with which to defend himself against the frustration, the hurt, the fear that fell upon him, predators on wounded prey–devouring, consuming–until he’d forgotten himself entirely and all he knew was the dark wash of anguish tearing him to shreds from the inside out.

“Cassian, Cassian.” A hand caught his own midair, preventing him from smashing the floor with his fist again. 

The touch grounded him, bringing reality surging back to his frayed mind–he found himself wishing it had left him alone. 

No…not now. He didn’t want her to see him like this. Couldn’t bear the look of disappointment he expected to find on her face. “Jyn…” He caught her knees on the floor beside him out of the corner of his vision, made himself look up at her, her image swimming before him.

 “Let me–”

“What the hell are you doing here?” He tore his arm free from her hand.

“I came to check on you, I wanted to–”

Cassian did all he could to turn away from her. “Don’t,” he said sharply, loathing the tears that were cutting lines down his cheeks. 

Before Scarif he had been better than this at controlling his emotions, hiding them from others, but the regiment of medications he was on created a fog so thick he discovered his own thoughts betraying him all the time. If it wasn’t his short-term memory in shambles, it was his temper–forcing everything to be felt with a heightened sensitivity. The perfect storm of conditions under which he was dealing with perhaps the greatest challenge of his life. 

It was hell. 

“Will you please look at me?”

“Leave, Jyn. You don’t have to be here, this isn’t your problem. Leave.” His head fell back against the wall and he watched as Jyn’s face darkened, her fingers curling into tight fists where they rested over her thighs.

“Is that what you really want?” she asked quietly, fixing him with a hard stare.

No… A strand of her dark hair was hanging across her face and he wanted to push it back–maybe would have if he’d possessed the strength to do so. Force, her eyes were beautiful.

He was on the floor crying from pain and exhaustion; what must she think of him? Weak, pathetic.Yes, yes I want you to leave… 

But she wasn’t looking at him like that, no, he wasn’t quite sure what her expression was saying, but it wasn’t that. I don’t know… 

“What if I told you I’m not going anywhere?” Jyn murmured, reaching a hand tentatively towards his face, wiping a tear from his cheek with surprising gentleness. She caught his eyes again, still waiting to see if he would offer a reply.

“I’d say it’s just like you not to listen,” he finally sighed. 

“It does sound like me doesn’t it?” she teased, lips briefly twitching upward. But her voice was serious, expression intent, when she said, “Cassian, why are you asking me to leave?”

I don’t deserve this… I don’t deserve you… At his best he’d been a mess–so used to playing whatever part the Rebellion needed that he’d half-forgotten himself–what could he possibly offer her or anyone else now? It wasn’t clear yet if he’d ever be able to walk well again, much less run or fight. He would only slow her down, burden her–and Jyn had carried enough in her life as it was without adding his weight to the equation.

But Cassian didn’t know how to put those thoughts into words–or maybe it was that his voice was betraying him as much as he felt his body was–so he just shook his head, looked across the room to where the medic was standing in the distance, awkwardly trying their best not to encroach despite the need to hover.

“I’ve pushed people away before,” Jyn said softly, pulling his gaze back to her face. “Usually when I needed them most… I did it before they could do it to me, because I thought that’s how it always went, that there was no other way that life could go.” Her hand returned to the side of his face, thumb gently brushing over his cheek. “But it’s not like that with you… I said horrible things to you on Eaudu, but afterwards, when I needed you, there you were.”

“This isn’t like that,” Cassian murmured. 

“Isn’t it?”

“You can’t help me with this,  I might not get better. And then what?” his voice broke on the question, the first time he’d dared to voice the possibility aloud. If he considered the notion for too long he thought it might take life, form the shape of a black hole, a yawning void that would threaten to swallow him alive. Where would I go? What would I do? What now? 

Jyn blinked at him. “You think that’s a reason for me to abandon you?”

“I’m not the person I was–I might never be again.”

“Neither am I,” she replied fiercely. “Neither is Chirrut or Baze or Bodhi–any of us. How can we be? After everything we went through? And besides, it’s not the first time any of us have changed–I know you know that. ” He opened his mouth to speak but she held up her hand. “No, listen. I know you’re going to say it’s not the same, and you’re right, it’s not. This is a big change, a hard change. None of it was your choice, and I can’t even begin to understand what you’re going through. 

“But if you’re trying to tell me that your ability to ‘get better’ is what determines your worthiness? I’m going to…” she took a deep breath, “to have to fight very hard not to strangle you, because whether or not you know this right now, you're worthy no matter what happens next.

“However you have to show up each day, however you’re feeling, the good, the bad, I’m with you. Same as…same as I know you’d be for me.” She cleared her throat, blinked back a watery shine that had fallen over her eyes. “Okay?”

He leaned his head into her palm. “Okay,” he breathed, because even though he knew he might not believe it tomorrow, he believed it for the moment–and he had a feeling if and when he changed his mind, Jyn would do all she could to bring that belief back.

She wiped her tears from her eyes and offered her hands to him, “Can I help you?”

It still wasn’t easy. He still felt some embarrassment, he still held anger and frustration for it all. He still hurt…

But together, they slowly rose to their feet. 

[theloveinc]

BESTIE AHHH UR SO RIGHT SO MANY SUCCESSION AU THOUGHTS IT HURTS butttt thinking about what would happen w reader once someone gets the ceo position 🤭🤭🤭who do u think it would be 😱😱😱also bakugo is def kendall

(succession!au - here!)

UGHHH I COULD WRITE A WHOLE NOVEL ABT THIS but I know if I started I'd never fucking stop and we gotta flesh this out now. Now. sorry if it's a bit analytical rather than sexy tho.

To keep it on brand w/ actual bnha canon (or... projected? canon), OBVS I think Deku gets CEO position, which really actually matches if Bakugo is meant to be the Kendall-esque roll (AKA: everything he does is for the company yet he sees NONE of the fruits, #flop)...

And even though he's not exactly "out" of the company, it sparks this giant meltdown which causes him to lose YOUR favor along with a handful of others who want to kick him out (Roman behavior tbh)... like, board members Shindo Yo + Shishikura, for example...

(Cuz you're dating-but-not-officially-dating and constantly trying to reassure him that his value isn't dependent on his corporate position alongside trying to keep him sober(?)... but eventually he can't handle it anymore and both lashes out at you AND falls back into his nasty habits... which pushes you away entirely, at least temporarily)

And now that you're mad at Bakugo and... somewhat single (at least, not being tailed by a guard-dog-man at all times), I think Deku is taking notes from Todoroki and using this as his opportunity to snap you up; using his new CEO power to offer you a better position, better pay... a new boyfriend? Husband, even? Maybe???

Which causes Todoroki and Kirishima to up their game in trying to get to you, too.

(I think once Deku is CEO, Todoroki is probably moving companies and offers to take you with him to help separate yourself from Bakugo (same with Shindo), and Kirishima is just desperately inserting himself into your space by trying to convince you to not be so angry at Bakugo... even though... he's also purposely making things worse so there's a chance you guys NEVER talk again.)

IT'S SUCH A MESS!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hii!! For the valentine event, would you mind writing lee reader (platonic, male pronouns), with ler loid from spy x family. With 💙XOXO, 💛Sweet Heart. Thank you!!! Happy early valentine~

Heyo! I wouldn't mind at all! This accidentally went from just Loid to the entire family, so I included Yor and Anya too! I hope that's okay! Also- all reader characters are gender neutral for inclusivity!

Happy Belated Valentines Day! :D

Sweetheart ("Oh? Is someone ticklish?") + XOXO ("Hey, do you like raspberries?")

“Thanks for coming out with us today- I know Anya’s especially happy to see you today.” Loid smiled at you from his seat on the park bench, said girl and Yor laughing in the background as they played with Bond. “Plus, it’s good to catch up. How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know- I’ve been around.” You smiled in return, even if the gesture felt forced. If you were being honest, it’s been a hellish week for you. Relentless hours at work combined with little to no sleep during the night left you feeling sluggish and stressed. Loid- who had started to notice your zombified state- invited you out with the family for a weekend out of town. You were hesitant at first, but Yor and Anya were just as insistent of you coming upon learning about the invite. “Sorry- I’m just a bit tired.”

“That’s alright- it’s the whole point of coming out here.” Loid nodded in understanding, the feeling all too familiar. Before he could carry on the conversation, Anya bounced up, eyes sparkling.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Can I have a hug?” She made grabby hands at you, a sign she wanted to be hugged. You didn’t hesitate, pulling her into your lap and hugging her close.

“Of course you can, Anya-chan!” You laughed in her hair when her little hands pulled at your sweater, the gesture ticklish. “Careful now.”

“Oh? Are you ticklish, (Y/N)?” Loid asked, something like mischief shifting in his expression. Anya, ever the observant one, looked just as mischievous.

“What? Oh, no- no way! I’m not…oh hey, I know a great crepe shop not far from here.” You started to stand. “Let’s go get some- whoa!” Hands pulled you back, gentle but with enough force behind them to keep you sitting. “Y-Yor?”

“Sorry, (Y/N), but I think you need this.” She smiled apologetically. Even that was laced with mischief. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Anya cried. With that, hands attacked you, tickling along your sides and waist. You squeaked and squirmed in your seat, giggling helplessly as you tried to block out their hands.

“Whhahahait! Whahahhait, Guhuhuhuhuys! Pleahhahahahse!” You laughed helplessly at the feeling. The variation of Loid’s skillful fingers and Anya’s grabby pokes drove you up the wall. In addition- the hands holding your shoulders swept down some to get your armpits and upper ribs, adding to the tickling. “Aheahhahhahaha, cohohohohme ohohohohohn!”

“Hey! (Y/N)! Do you like waspbewwies?” Anya asked, eyes gleaming. She stuck her face into your stomach, blowing as hard as she could against the thick material of your clothes. The actual raspberry didn’t do much- but her gesture combined with her squishing her face into your belly was enough to make you squeal in mirth.

“EHEHEHHHEK! OHOOHOKAY OHOHOOKAY!” At your cries for mercy, the family pulled back, all laughing at the sight of your red cheeks and teary eyes. Around you, Bond ran, barking as if he were laughing too. You shook your head with a giggle, feeling yourself relax.

You were hesitant at first, sure, but you were beyond happy you took up the offer to come.

The Forgers were your family, and you theirs.

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