#angst-ish

[mr-frohickys-adopted-kid]

New Lloyd design, rah

[superiorsturgeon]

Forgiveness

Ren: *visiting with Arkos couple after a fight with Nora*

Ren: *sighs* Thank you again for letting me come by on such short notice, Jaune…I just…needed some space from Nora right now…

Jaune: *doing dishes after dinner while Pyrrha plays with Arkos kiddos in the living room* Hey, it’s no problem! The twins love when their favorite uncle visits! *pauses awkwardly* We can set up the pull-out bed after I finish, if you need to stay the night…?

Ren: Thank you again…*hands Jaune a cleaned plate*

Jaune: *stacks plate in drying rack and starts on a glass*

Jaune: …you know, Ren, if you wanna talk-

Ren: *interrupting suddenly* How did you forgive Pyrrha?

Jaune: *nearly drops glass* W-what…?!

Ren: I-I’m sorry, I’m not very good at…expressing my emotions or talking about others…

Ren: But after what happened with Nora, I need to know!

Ren: Back when Beacon fell, Pyrrha sent you away before she went up in the tower…you said that was your first kiss, but then she used it to trap you in a locker. It was a betrayal of your trust when Pyrrha chose to send you away and go to a fight she couldn’t hope to win.

Ren: I could see that she hurt you, Jaune. Even when she came back, I saw the pain she caused you, but now…

Ren/Jaune: *look over at Pyrrha playing with squealing Arkos children, balancing one on each shoulder while squatting up and down*

Ren: …and now, I’ve never seen two people more happy or in love.

Ren: So please, I need to know…

Ren: How did you do it? How did you work past something like that and stay together?

Jaune: *puts down the glass and pauses, watching Pyrrha do push-ups with her son clinging to her back while her daughter crawls underneath*

Jaune: …I gotta tell you, Ren, it was really rough for us, when Pyrrha came back. At first, I was like, SUPER happy to see her again, you know? It was like everything could go back to the way it was before Beacon fell!

Jaune: But after that feeling wore off, I remembered all that stuff you were just talking about, like how Pyr kissed me, and then shoved me in a locker and ran off without me to get killed instead of coming with us, and it started to bug me.

Jaune: …like, I REALLY started to resent her.

Ren: We all noticed. You stopped talking around her and stopped looking her in the eye. I think Pyrrha almost cried every time she saw you because you seemed so distant.

Jaune: Yeah…I was kinda bitter…Looking back, I know what she did was a dumb teenage decision made under a lot of unfair pressure, but at the time I was still mad, and I guess I kinda wanted to see her hurt because she hurt me…

Jaune: …in hindsight, it was pretty shitty of me to be all passive-aggressive and cold just to hurt her back, and I was being a dumb teenager too…

Ren: Did that realization make the difference?

Jaune: Nope.

Jaune: Believe it or not, I called my mom.

Jaune: I told her everything that was going on, and my problems with Pyrrha, and she gave me some advice her grandpa told her about relationships:

Jaune: *does a southern accent* “When the goin’ gets tough, ya only have two options: Ya either stop lovin’ ‘em, or ya love ‘em a whole lot more!” 🤠

Ren: …so…

Ren: …that’s the secret?

Jaune: *resumes putting cleaned plates away in cabinet* …weeeeelllll…there was a lot more to it than that! Pyrrha and I had to have a big talk about our relationship, and there were a lot of tears and apologies, but great-grandpappy’s advice kinda made me sit down and decide whether I wanted to be with Pyrrha or not, and once I decided that I wanted to be with her I could figure out what I had to do…

Jaune: *feels an impact as his son glomps onto his leg like a koala*

Jaune: *grins down at Arkos kid* And I think I picked the better choice! *scoops up his son as Pyrrha gathers up Arkos daughter for bedtime*

Ren: …your great-grandpappy sounds like a wise man, Jaune…

Ren: If you don’t mind, I think I need to make a call.

Ren later called Nora and they made up on Jaune and Pyrrha’s pull-out couch.

Nora: *snuggled against Ren’s chest* I’m glad you called, Ren, but what made you decide to give me another chance?

Ren: Someone gave me some advice that helped me decide what I wanted:

Ren: *in a terribly-executed southern accent* “When tha goin’ gets tuff, ya only got two opshuns: stop luvin ‘um, or ya luv um a whole lot more!”

Nora: …

Nora: Ren, that was sweet and touching and everything, but that accent was, like, the WORST accent I’ve ever heard! 🤣

Ren: Nora, please, it wasn’t THAT bad…

Nora: I love you, Rennie, but that was so bad it was offensive! 😂

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Zack would be so stupidly possessive over Cloud when the blond woke up. He’d spent four years mildly aware of the shit Hojo was doing to the two of them and not being able to do a damn thing about it.

Then he’d spent another year hauling Cloud across continents, looking after the blond and protecting him from everyone and everything. Had done absolutely everything he could to get the two of them to safety together.

So like fuck was he going to let some random he either didn’t know or barely knew come between the two of them and try and take Cloud away from him now.

[throneofsapphics]

Hey hey, as someone who also speaks fluent angst, I was hoping to make a request?

Reader is injured and tries to hide how bad it is?

Could work for any character soo you choose! I do love your poly fics though 🥺🥺🥺

THANK YOU!!

knocking on death's door

poly!Manorian x Reader

Summary: You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so.  

Warnings: major injury, descriptions injuries/mention of blood, angst-ish

Word Count: ~1.7k 

A/N: ah thank you! I love this request, thank you for sending it! honestly I love writing poly fics. also anyone if you hit your head please go to a doctor 

You took a small tumble down the stairs. You’d been injured worse before, but knew you likely had a concussion and would have some intense bruises on your back and legs. You could already feel the giant one blooming on your upper thigh, and felt the ache in your lower back. But, a good salve and a discreet healer could fix a majority of problems. 

The only problem that might come your way is Manon and Dorian. Both of them have the tendency to be fussy. The last thing you wanted was to be on bedrest for a week. 

You crept down towards the healing rooms, taking a few servants' passageways, and peering through the door. Just your luck, the only healer you trust not to report to them, a close friend of yours, wasn’t present, and you decided to go back tomorrow - right after they left. 

-

Manon and Dorian weren’t in your shared rooms and wouldn’t be back until later. They had a plethora of negotiations and meetings today and the next few days. A part of you did feel guilty hiding this from them, but they already had a lot going on - you didn’t want to add any extra stressors. 

You slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower, washing off the blood from a few cuts, and snatching some of the salve and a pain tonic you kept in stock. With that, hopefully the bruises will fade in a few hours, and the headache should disappear. The small scrape on your palm … that you’ll just have to wait out, but it’s easily explainable. They know you can be clumsy sometimes. 

You fell asleep on the couch quickly after. 

-

Manon scented something was off as soon as she entered the rooms - blood. She stalked right for your side, one arm dangled over the edge of the couch, the other curled under your pillow. You were sound asleep, your breaths deep and steady, and only mumbling as she carefully lifted your arm, turning it gently to see a small scrape on your palm. Falling. Again. You were so clumsy it worried her sometimes. She called your name, quietly at first. Poking you when you didn’t wake. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking heavily once you saw her. 

“Falling, again?” She raised her brow, looking at the slightly guilty smile on your face. “You need to be more careful.” She exhaled sharply, going to find something to bandage it with, and disinfect it. 

“I already took care of it,” you called after her, but she ignored you. Dorian came back shortly after, frowning at Manon wrapping a small piece of cloth over your hand. “It’s over kill,” you insisted, but one sharp look and your mouth snapped shut. 

“Did you hurt anything else?” 

“No,” you sighed, rolling back to shove your head into the pillow. Manon was a bit suspicious but … she knows you get annoyed when she fusses, and left it for now. 

-

The three of you collapsed into bed, all tired, and a slightly longer than usual nightgown hid the bruises. Your head still ached, but you took another tonic to fight that off. Apparently their day had been incredibly exhausting because they didn’t question anything too much, and the three of you fell into a deep sleep within minutes. 

-

Dorian rose first the next morning, smiling at the sight of you and Manon curled up together. Your nightgown bunched slightly at the side but … purple, he caught a sliver of purple skin. Carefully, he pulled down the blanket some more, shifting your clothing as well. A giant purple bruise bloomed on the side. 

He called your name, but you didn’t wake - he woke Manon, however, who spotted the bruise as well. 

“Y/n.” She called this time. Nothing. He shook your shoulder slightly, and you still didn’t stir. 

A quick scan with his magic showed some kind of swelling in your brain. That’s beyond anything he could handle. He scooped you in his arms, darting out the door as quickly as possible, not caring he was only wearing a pair of long sleeping pants, and sprinted for the healing rooms, carefully cradling your head against his shoulder. Manon caught up to him quickly, thankfully having thrown some clothes on, and asking questions but he couldn’t answer - his only focus was getting you there, as fast as he could. 

-

It took most of Dorian’s self restraint to keep both him and Manon from interrupting the healers working on you. 

“She said she didn’t hurt anything else.” Manon’s voice was barely above a whisper, her hand clutching onto his arms, nails digging in slightly. Maybe it would’ve hurt, but he was too focused on the scene in front of him to notice. 

You can be a bit clumsy, and Dorian knows that - it’s not unusual for you to come in with some sort of scrape or bruise once in a while but … neither of them asked what happened this time. The day had been long, and they’d been tired. Guilt ripped through him. And you’d lied too - to Manon, saying nothing else was injured, then a dark bruise on your leg and back, and somehow you’d hit your head. 

He felt his magic starting to bubble underneath his skin. One of the healer’s noticed as well and turned sharply to them. “We’re taking care of her. Both of you out.” 

-

Manon’s eyes narrowed at the woman ordering them out of the room, but her face was firm, no-nonsense, and unyielding. Dorian pushed her back gently, and she left, somehow without snarling or hissing at any of the healers. They found a small bench no less than 20 feet from the door, and waited. She leaned her head against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her. The warmth provided an anchor, kept Manon from spiraling too deep into her thoughts. But she can’t help thinking she should’ve checked, she should’ve pushed further. Dorian’s absolute panic had filled her with dread. He always seems to keep his head, always calm. 

-

You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so. 

It was strange, seeming to float outside of your body - watching everyone move around you. You were in and out of this semi-conscious state for days, watching as healers would fuss over you - take your temperature, check your heart rate and breathing, scan for any additional injuries. Swelling in her brain, you heard once - and winced. 

The worst part was watching Manon and Dorian. They were pale, their eyes lined with worry, and the bags under their eyes were heavy enough it looks like they might have punched each other. You were never alone, one of them was always there unless the healers kicked them out. Either holding your hand, or sitting next to you. 

Once, when Manon wasn’t present, Dorian brought a book. Your favorite, and read outloud to you - his eyes darting over to your face with every other line. All you wanted was to reach out, to grab his hand, touch him and let him know you’re okay, but you couldn’t. Your body was stuck there, limp and pale. 

You’d never felt this kind of hopelessness before. Knowing your loved ones are in pain and only able to watch them suffer, not give a comforting squeeze, word, or even blink. 

Five days passed, and you were back in your rooms. 

At dawn, on the seventh morning, Manon laid next to you, curled on her side, eyes closed, but you could tell she was awake. Dorian was awkwardly spread over a chair, his chest falling and rising in even breaths. Asleep. You watched as tears dripped down Manon’s cheeks. Not once had you seen her cry. She didn’t say a word, no sobs leaving her chest, but the silent tears broke something in you.

You blinked, and you were back in your body. You stayed perfectly still, trying to figure out if this was real or not. Slowly, you opened your eyes. Manon was there, tears still lining her cheeks. 

It took more effort than you cared to admit, but you reached your arm up, brushing a tear off her cheek. She leaned into your touch for a few seconds, before those beautiful eyes shot open. 

She grabbed your hand, holding it gently between both of hers. “You’re awake.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and hoarse. 

Dorian was up in an instant, sitting on the other side of the bed and taking your other hand. 

“Hi.” Your voice was so weak it came out as a croak. Dorian let out something between a sob and a laugh. 

Reluctantly, Dorian left to grab the healers as quickly as he could. Manon had refused to move - holding onto your hand like a lifeline. 

He returned with them, and it was a whirl of questions that made your head hurt, and further instructions. Rest, rest, and rest. Enough rest to drive you insane. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Manon finally asked after the room cleared. 

“It .. it didn’t seem that bad.” Your voice was rough and your throat scratchy but you managed to get the words out. 

“You hit your head, you’ve been out for a week.” Manon hissed, but kept her voice low. You could have died, went unsaid. Dorian handed you a glass of water, helping you sit up against the pillows. You could sense the … not quite anger, but hurt coming from him. Hurt and fear. You clutched the glass, forcing your hands not to shake, and took a small sip. 

“I know,” you whispered. She blinked in confusion. “I … I wasn’t here, but I could see it, sometimes.” Your hands began to shake, water starting to slosh over the edges

She pressed her lips in a tight line, and took the glass from you, pressing it up against your lips. “You’re not getting out of bed until I say so,” was her response. 

You glared at her, opening your mouth to say something, but Dorian spoke before you could. “This isn’t a battle you’ll win. I’m on her side.” 

“Traitor.” You mumbled.

[sseniita]

hello op, I adore the villain you've created in the medical malpractice piece. their energy, their quips, their motivations, their dynamic with the hero. it's brilliant and perfect and please, please do write more about them. "firework" now has permanently changed my mind. maybe a continuation or maybe another one-shot if you're interested? it's great stuff

omg thank u sm,, i was proud of it! and ofc! i didn't have a story laid out for them but im always happy to revisit my works (maybe even w/ suggestions wink wink nudge nudge) !! sorry for the late update, i may be silent but trust, i am lurking

medical malpractice: healing boredom

The villain hadn't expected for this to go on for this long, but the little hero was resilient. If the villain didn't know any better, he'd think the hero was getting as much as a kick out of this as he was. His thoughts took over his mind, only snapping out of it when he heard the squeak from the hero and the flinch away from his healing hands.

"Ouch." Hero cradled their newly healed fingers to their chest.

"Oh, so sorry, firework. I was distracted." The hero returned their hand and the villain got to work on their thumb. Maybe snapping each of their fingers last night was overkill they thought- he shouldn't be giving himself this much work. Each heal was a meticulous and fragile process; it took more power than messing with a frontal lobe or blocking an artery. The villain cursed silently as he moved to the hero's other hand.

"I didn't know you could do that." The villain hummed in confusion, asking for elaboration with a raised eyebrow. "Hurt."

The hero was smarter than the villain thought, but apparently also vulnerable to charm. They dismissed things when disguised as a joke or flirtatious comment. Which explains why the villain now spent their Tuesday and Thursday afternoons playing footsies with the Hero under oval tables at meetings. He had had many close calls.

"Mmm. Everyone can hurt someone, Hero." He responded, focused on the hero's untrimmed cuticles.

"Yes, but I didn't think you could do it physically, with your powers."

"Well, healing involves pain, does it not?"

"You don't make it hurt."

"Ah, you've never been healed by someone as talented as me is all."

The hero chuckled. "So it's a skill thing?"

"Of course. A bad nurse would draw blood during a vaccination," He smiled up at the hero, healing the hero's pinky without breaking eye contact. "but you wouldn't feel a thing with a practiced nurse"

The hero's eyes widened at the realization their pinky had been healed. They wiggled each finger that only an hour earlier had turned purple and gone limp.

"Oh, you are good. Thank you, Nurse." They said, impressed, batting their eyelashes and smiling at their fully functioning fingers. The villain stared at the clock, ticking towards 9 PM and letting him know it had taken almost an hour to heal the hero's fingers. Never breaking fingers again, he thought.

"You're all set. Anything else you needed from me?" The hero leaned back against their arms on the examination table, leisurely displaying themselves in their ripped suit with half lidded eyes. They crossed their legs and tilted their head to the side.

What are you playing at, Firework?

"Well, I don't know. I hate that our little meetings run so short."

"They're very frequent." The villain shrugged.

The hero rubbed over the tissue on the examination table, making an infuriating crackling noise. They continued at it while speaking. "I have a kink in my neck."

"I'm a doctor, not a masseuse, Firework." The villain said, turning his back toward the hero, distracting himself from the noise of Hero's fidgeting by organizing paperwork and folders at his desk.

The hero had been at this game the past few visits. Coming up with excuses and making up stories about them and the villain that he knew didn't happen. Last week the hero had said the villain threw them against a brick wall and broke their arm. The villain had certainly not done that.

He was starting to get annoyed at how peculiar the hero actually was. They blabbered non-stop while he took x-rays, they became very sweaty very fast, and they had acquired a staring problem when he inspected them. He assumed the fighting had finally gotten to them. It always does.

"Well, could you maybe at least look at it?" The villain sighed, mourning the fun he had had the past months. Was the joy of fighting the hero really worth the effort of healing them over and over again?

He turned to the hero, a red and sweaty mess, and moved his hands up their neck, getting close to inspect under their hair, to know exactly where to press. If they were lucky, they'd hit pressure point and the hero would drop dead.

The hero wouldn't stay still, squirming under him and leaning their head back. Their hand reached for his elbow and a light tug had made an effort to make them face each other. Noses just inches away from each other. The villain was about to ask what was wrong before he noticed the hero's glance to his lips.

Oh.

The villain was pleasantly surprised at the hero's delusion about their relationship, but that was neither here nor there. He smiled softly at the hero, taking complete control and kissing them even softer on the lips. He liked being a few steps ahead of them. The villain knew the hero had no self control and so was prepared when they grabbed onto the lapel of his lab coat and pushed him on top of them, deepening the kiss as they went.

The hero was very different in this state. Grasping onto the villain to save their life, throwing the stethoscope around his neck to the floor. Hero was in bliss, and the villain decided to keep going along. After the villain's coat was on the floor but before the hero could reach for the villain's belt, the pair was distracted by a knock on the frosted door.

"Shoot." The hero hissed, finally regaining themself, sitting up and diving for the villain's coat on the floor. Sorry they mouthed before yelling towards the door.

"Justaminute!"

"Hurry up in there!" A voice called from the other side.

The hero was red in the face as they fixed their suit, struggling with the zipper the villain had started pulling down. The villain smirked, taking the liberty of zipping it up the rest of the way, his cold hands earning a flinch from the hero. They turned back towards him, before the hero opened their mouth the villain hushed them.

"I'll come see you later, okay Firework?" Their head tilted, their eyes lustful, and their hands right at his sides, exactly where the hero didn't want them. All the hero could utter out was a pathetic Ok, biting their lip to hide their gushing smile before rushing out of the office, only mouthing a bye halfway down the hall.

The villain watched them leave. They didn't mind the 6 or so heroes awaiting treatment. They had begun to regret their choice, chalking it up to a waste of time and effort. All they had wanted from the hero was the occasional fight to get out of boring afternoons lazing around the mayor's office- that had gotten stale. But this could work too. Oh, this could definitely work too, he thought with a dreamy smile. As he gestured for his next client to come in, he knew it would be a messy healing job- he found himself a tad bit distracted.

Healing his boredom would hurt, it just wouldn't hurt him. If he played his cards right, the hero wouldn't even notice their own destruction. After all, he was a very talented doctor.

[battersweet]

Hello!

Today I'm in the mood for some angst. Would it be okay if I asked for some sad Barnaby headcanons?

Hiii!!!! And ofc mate🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

(btw it's not really angst, and really short i'm sorry i tried to make as cannon as possible without making them out of character😭)

Tw: Mentions of Harmful stims, mentions of Epilepsy, Mentions of Self-destructive behaviours

✨Billie Bust Up Character Headcanons -for Barnaby- Part Twelve!✨

SCROLL AWAY İF YOU DON'T LİKE'EM 👹

[myreygn]

major demon slayer spoilers!!

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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graves

“Hey there!”

Sanemi doesnʼt react. Of course not, he never does, but a little hope never hurt anyone.

Masachika pouts and steps closer, peeking over his friendʼs shoulder. “Whatʼcha looking at?”

The grave seems to be relatively new, the earth still somewhat fresh and the tombstone shining bright, reflecting the sunlight. A whole bunch of flowers lie next to it and when Sanemi goes down on one knee to place a bouquet there himself, Masachika tilts his head to read the inscription.

Shinazugawa Genya.

Oh. Oh, okay.

“Thatʼs your brother, right?” He sits down next to Sanemi. “Iʼm really sorry.”

Thatʼs not a lie. Does it hurt that Sanemi has never properly visited his grave? Yes, but heʼs not gonna hold it against him. Sanemi needs time to heal and Masachika has all the time in world to wait. And now that Muzan is defeated, Sanemi might find the time as well. Masachika certainly hopes so.

A strangled sob next to him catches his attention and he watches in an almost morbid fascination as Sanemiʼs shoulders start to shake and he curls into himself, crying as if heʼs forgotten how to and it sounds like heʼs choking. Heʼs seen Sanemi cry before, once, and it was nothing like this back then. Back then it was full of anguish, desperation and rage - “No- nonono, Masachika, please- fuck-” - and this time... well, this time itʼs different. It sounds defeated and pained and sad and it breaks Masachika's heart.

“Itʼs okay.” He knows Sanemi canʼt hear him but he canʼt just sit here and do nothing. “Thatʼs right, let it all out. I know you hate it, I know... but youʼre doing great, really. Youʼre gonna be fine.”

Masachika doesnʼt know how long he sits there and whispers soft encouragements that Sanemi canʼt hear anyway. It doesnʼt matter. Time means nothing and they havenʼt had a calm moment like this in a while.

So when Sanemi suddenly stands up, Masachika needs a moment to follow and when he turns around, his heart skips a beat. Sanemi stands in front of his grave. His grave! Masachika scrambles to get there as well but stops dead in his tracks when Sanemi falls to his knees and presses his forehead to the ground. It looks like... praying. Carefully, he steps closer to understand what his friend is mumbling to himself.

“-sorry, I should have come to see you sooner... I didnʼt feel like I could do it and now that Iʼm here, I- skies, itʼs been years, I shouldʼve been here, I- please forgive me...”

Masachika watches, stunned. He honestly didnʼt expect Sanemi to be ready to talk to him this soom. At a loss for words, he puts a hand on the Wind Hashiraʼs shoulder. The mumbling stops. Sanemi lifts his head.

“Masa...” His voice cracks with new tears and Masachika squeezes his shoulder, holds onto it as if letting go would make him fade away.

“Iʼm here, Iʼm here... I forgive you- hey, can you hear me? Sanemi?”

No reaction. Alright, that wouldʼve been too good to be true. But whatever it is about his presence, Sanemi senses at least some of it and Masachika wants cry with how happy he is.

But he doesnʼt, just squeezes his shoulder tighter; “Iʼll keep an eye on your brother, I promise.”

Sanemi wipes his tears and stands up, his posture way more relaxed than before. “Iʼll be back tomorrow.”

Masachika watches as he walks away, his cheeks almost hurting from how much heʼs smiling.

“Iʼll be waiting.”

[sleeplesswixard]

Hi! I'm new here and saw the Post, can you do Chaos God Chikn Nuggit x Reader, After he Realizes that he's a Demigod he breaks but the reader is there Him and Comfort Him during His Breakdown. Platonic. I want to comfort Lil Doggy and Hug Him.

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Ngl i LOVED the idea omg

Also thank you for your request yippe!!!

ChaosDemiGod!Chikn nuggit x gn!reader (platonic)

Type: Angst-ish, Fluff

You knew something was wrong about Chikn since you two first met. Sure, he was silly and chaotic, you loved being his friend. But his weird abilites didn't go unnoticed from you.

You even got more confused when no one find it weird or concerning, we're they blind or something?

This fancy clock man wasn't making the situation any better either. At first, he sometimes bothered or annoyed you, but you didn't really mind it. He was nagging everyone.(İ actually despise this dude what do you guys see in him lmfao?) But since you are Chikn's best friend and spend most of your time with hım, Bezel's weird actions towards Chikn caught your eye, like he was knowing something you guys didn't know.

İt was an casual friday, Slushi was ranting you and Cofi about an anime she really liked. For her own sake, your'e acting like your'e listening to her, but you we're slight zoning out. Cofi saw your unfocused expression and patter your shoulder to get your attention. You immediately straightened your back and turned back to Slushi again.

You looked around lazily, your eye landed on a figure that was approaching you three. İt was Cheezborger, holding something in his hands that you couldn't really make it what it was. The cat held out the ripped patch of grass(or whatever it is) in front of you. You, Chee and Chikn always used to play games, sleep,(or do nothing in general) and any other things under this. You we're confused and concerned, Slushi and Cofi's face was mirroring your expression.

"İt's okay." Chikn appeared suddenly, a few feet away from you guys. His face displayed a neutral, soft smile on his face. But it was more disturbing than comforting. "İ feel at peace now." A large orange eye appeared on his forehead, than a red one next to his left, than another and another. "İ finally figured it out.

Your eyes widened to the image in front of you, you took a few steps, the others we're too shocked and scared to move. Chikn's body become more pale, soft tone of yellow as he started to float off of the ground slowly. His voice came different.

"I'M THE DEMIGOD OF CHAOS, AND I'M HERE TO BREAK THE FABRIC OF THIS REALITY."

You blamed yourself a lot for it.

How did you not see something was coming? When Slushi, Cheezborger and Cofi ran away to find Fwench Fwy and Iscream, they left you with Chikn.

You genuinely didn't know what to do, you always knew something was wrong with him, but a demigod? Demigod of Chaos? İt didn't even cross your mind.

When you shook off yourself from the shock, you approached to him hesitantly, trying to talk with him, trying to get him out of this state.

At first he didn't even seemed to be listening to you, nor knew what was he doing right now. But as you continued, you saw he slowly started to land on the ground, his new form was still remaining though. But as soon as he landed in front of you, looking at his paws, he slowly started to panic when he realized what state he was in.

"İ-" He stammered, "İ- w-what's happening to me?" his face turning to you than back to look at himself again, the poor dog was shaking like a leaf. "This can't be real, right? What am i doing?" His face turned to you again, the eyes we're scaring the crap out of you, but for your friend's sake you managed to keep it calm.

"Chikn, i— wait a minute-" You tried to comfort Chikn, but he didn't really seemed to be listening to you now. He was rambling to himself, his voice becoming more loud and scared as he continued talking.

"İ don't want powers...! İ don't even want to be a god! İ never ASKED for this!!!"

"Chikn, hey- buddy. Chikn, please, listen to me." You grabbed his shoulders, a signal for him to look at you. Chikn finally listen to you and looked at you, tears we're running down his multiple eyes. You gave his shoulders a gentle squeeze, "İ know, all these things... All of a sudden is really confusing, i know... But now, you need to calm down, okay? We can't solve anything like this. We have our friends to help you, right?" You sighed softly, your'e about to continue, but Chikn interrupted you before you could talk.

"But... But look at me, Y/N! You think anything can help me or anyone want to go near me...? like this?! İ don't even know what am i anymore!"

His voice cracked at the end, he let out a shaky breath, which was becoming more rapid. "Maybe this was what Bezel meant...? Am i evil?! What if İ'll hurt someone?! Or i- i don't know! Anything!" Chikn cried out, the tears blocking his view. Your heart sinked at the sight of your bestfriend, you immediately pulled him to a hug, carresing the dog's head and ears to soothe hım. No, Chikn, no.." You replied,you felt his head on your shoulder. "İf you we're evil, wouldn't you wrecked us already? Wouldn't you caused chaos the first place?" You asked, he didn't denied it, he felt his body relaxing as you kept embrace him. Your words clearly started to calm hım.

"And it is not about how you look, its about what kind of person are you inside. They'rqe not going to stop caring about you just because of this. You know that right?" You asked, Chikn nodded his head slowly, you smiled. You we're grateful that you managed to help him. "And even if they did, you have your bestfriend here. İ will never leave you. What do you think i am, chopped liver?" You tried to lighten the mood, a small laugh escaped Chikn's lips, wiping his tears off with one of his paws.

Chikn pulled away from the hug after, the eyes on his face was gone and replaced with his normal ones. He had a gentle smile on his face.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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İ feel so cringe omg.

At least i am cringe, but i'm FREE.

This is my first fic that İ've write, also english is my second language i'm sorry if there's mistakes! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[storytimewithnova]

Single parent

Prologue

You figure Tooru Oikawa as a normal high school guy right and you’d be right to a point See that is not all he is oikawa is a single parent to two sons Oikawa Shoyo and Oikawa Kenma there dad up and split he was from another school A teacher And this guy just wanted Kawa for his body no strings attached so when Kawa dropped it on him he could have kids and was having kids this asshole up and left Kawa to struggle alone.

So that brings us to the present here and now and once again Oikawa was late for practice no explanation why and he was getting let off for it again and the team was getting sick of it to the point they wanted to follow Kawa to find out what could be so important that it makes him late every day so they followed Kawa home only he didn’t go straight back home he went to a daycare

Chapter one

Tooru’s pov

Tooru:Hi miss were they any trouble

Miss Yula:Good as gold as always you have two angels there Oikawa

Tooru:I know that and I love them both so much

Miss Yula:it’s not easy being a single parent Kawa don’t be scared to ask for help

Tooru:I’ve brought my sons up on my own this far without that low life dead beat that did a runner as so as he found out I can get pregnant sorry miss I know it’s not your fault it’s just a sore subject for me

Tooru Ran

Tooru:so did my babies be good

Shoyo:Yesh Momma

Tooru:Sunshine what happened to your face look At mommy for a minute

Sho turned his face for Kawa to see

Tooru:sunshine did one of the kids do this

he nodded

Tooru:okay let’s go home get this cleared up before it gets infected and sunshine listen mommy can’t take you and Ken Ken to daycare tomorrow I may have to bring you to my school will you promise to behave and mommy get ice cream after

The two nodded The team watch him

The team mumbling: why does he call himself mommy and whose kids are they maybe his brothers

Iwaizumi:nah his an only child as far as I know

Makki:Let’s follow him home

Tooru:babies dinner then bath Shoyo help your baby brother

Shoyo:Yes momma

Kenma:momma where is dadda

Tooru:dead in a ditch for all I care

he mumbled under his breath

Tooru:babies you're too young to understand I better call my school let them know you are coming with me because I can’t take you to daycare and I think tomorrow what I am going to do I go volleyball then collect all my class work and we get ice cream how does that sound and I spend all my time with my two favouite sons

Shoyo:really momma can we watch you play I want to be a setter

Tooru:of course my sunshine

Tooru looked over at Kenma he was trying to wat paste

Tooru:Kenma sweetie no no no here oh what a mess Sho help your brother

Shoyo:Otay

Tooru:no sweetie it’s Okay

With the team

Makki:He is so good with them I see why he is the team mom

Makki said Iwaizumi was watching like he heart shaped eyes.

Makki:Iwa you okay

Iwaizumi:huh? Oh yeah

Kunimi:Iwaizumi senpai your basically drooling Jesus” wait look he's on the phone listen

Tooru’s phone call 📞

Tooru:Hey Kiyoko Ni

Kiyo:📞Hey Tooru how are my Nephews

Tooru:Hang on Sunshine do you want to talk to auntie Kiyo

Shoyo:yesh

Kiyo: 📞 Hey sweetie you looking after mommy

Shoyo:Yesh but momma sad”

Kiyo:📞 is that so Angel do you want to put mommy on so he can tell me”

Shoyo:otay Momma Antie Kiyo wants you

Tooru: okay baby take you brother

Shoyo:otay

Tooru:baby it Okay remember Okay break the word up sweetheart

Shoyo:“O-Kay

Tooru:well that’s a start any way Kiyoko Ni sorry I have to correct him

Kiyo:📞 No it cute anyway Shoyo said you were sad

Tooru:well his not wrong I am also angry I guess I haven’t forgiven Klaus for up and leaving as soon as he found out I was Pregnant Dick move on his part now kenma wants to know when daddy is coming back

Kiyo:📞yes it was a shitty move but remeber what you got our of it

Tooru:True but how are you meant to say to a kid your daddy is never coming back because that abusive bastard just up and bailed on his own kids and simply said fuck this shit I’m out you mean nothing to me now I only need you for your body and now you have kids you are practically useless to me good luck with the brats peace out his exact words”

Back with team

Matsun:Did we hear that right the kids are his that guy he is talking about said he only wanted him for his body That is basically R@pe he knows That right

Back with Kawa and the call

Tooru:Seriously sis i haven’t even told the school that my babies dad is an ex teacher oh well like you said i got something Precious out of it

Kiyo: 📞exactly baby bro you spent this long which is what a 1 year and half raising those kids by yourself and you have done fabulous don’t get me wrong but they do need a dad”

Tooru: I know but I don’t think I can trust again my trust and heart was broken with Klaus I might have a crush but is a stupid high school crush I have to be muture I’m a parent at the end of the day I can’t focus on love

Kiyo📞 Well enlighten me who you have a crush on

Chapter Two

Kawa’s pov My crush is Iwa chan not that I ever tell him or say it out loud to his face but right now I am still on the phone to my cousin and she has been teasing me non stop

In the phone call with Kiyoko 📞

Tooru:My childhood friend Iwa chan but I can’t trust myself to fall again and let myself get hurt

Back with the team

Omg he's been through so much he has trust issue

Iwaizumi:the thing is I love him too have done since when we were kids why didn’t I know about this Klaus guy

Shoyo:Momma someone is outside

Tooru:okay sweetie I’ll have a look

Kawa’pov I went to see who was outside and saw my team Standing there to say i was shocked would be an understatement

Tooru:what are you guys doing here?

Matsun:Honestly Kawa we were worried about you all this coming late to practice and looking tired can you blame us

Tooru:how much did you hear

Makki:all of it we’re sorry

Shoyo:Momma who they

Tooru:mommy’s friends sunshine go back to your brother

Shoyo:Okay

Tooru:wait what did you say?

Shoyo:Okay

Tooru: you finally said it right baby well done

Shoyo:Tank you momma

Tooru:okay well baby steps now I’m going to invite my friends in okay you are going to be polite at all times and look after you brother

Shoyo:me good boy i go to ken now

Tooru:thank you sunshine I am guessing you have questions guys come in

Back in the call

Tooru:Kiyoko Ni I am going to have to call you back my team followed me home and heard everything

Kiyo:📞 well now is you chance to tell Iwa how you feel

Tooru:bitch did you not hear a word I say about trust issues

Kiyo:📞 yeah yeah whatever bye bro

Chapter Three

Kawa’s narrative

I looked over to my kids only to see Kenma trying to eat a Lego brick I swear that kid will just put anything in his mouth i worry for him *signs*

Tooru:no sweetie no we don’t eat that are you hungry come on you guys can sit Sho stay with mommy’s friends while mommy sorts your brother out

Shoyo:okay momma

Tooru:and sunshine

Shoyo:Yesh momma

Tooru:Tell you brother no more silly questions

Kenma:Huh?

Tooru:Oh he heard me

Kenma:my qests not silly

Tooru:sweetie you literally asked me yesterday who switches on the moonlight

the team giggle

Kunimi:hey that seems like a genuine question to me captain

kunimi said

Tooru:Kunimi please don't encourage my son

Kawa walks back in with Kenma and says

Tooru:sorry about that anyway

Makki:captain we said we heard everything we meant Everything

Iwaizumi:Tooru I am your childhood bestfriend why didn’t know about this Klaus guy what he did to you can be classed as R@pe

Tooru:maybe but out of something horrific i received something precious and that’s how I’ve always looked at it yes I may Have lost the ability to love

Iwaizumi mumbled

Iwaizumi: please don’t say that because I love you

Tooru:Huh what was that Iwa chan

Sho heard and parroted back

Shoyo:he said please no say that I wuv you

Tooru:so if I am getting what Sho said you said Iwa you said Please don’t say that because I love you

Iwaizumi:why you Little snitch

Sho sticks his touge out Sometime later the rest of the team left leaving Iwa and Kawa alone to talk….

Chapter four

Tooru:Iwa I know it’s not completely ideal I am a single parent two kids still in high school and have trust issues I am broken I get you love me and I do like you in fact I have loved you since we were kids but I am scared to let myself fall in love again scared I will get hurt again scared if I rush in head first again I will end up more damaged Than I already am and lord know how that will affect my kids their affected now not having their deadbeat dad around

Iwaizumi: Like you said i may not be ideal but we will figure something out together if you will Let me help you out with the kids I love them they are cute kids Tooru you have done Fabulous on your own but you are struggling I will treat them like they are mine they won’t know also in regards of my feelings I wait for you however long it takes

Tooru:you’re serious about this

Iwaizumi:when have you ever known me to joke

true he has never made a joke he wanted to do this so they agreed And Iwa was around more the kids called him daddy he loved every single minute with them right now he was playing with Shoyo because Kenma was napping

Shoyo:daddy why mama always sad

Shoyo asked out of the blue Kawa heard the question and answer it

Tooru:I’m not sad sweetie tell you what how about tomorrow you and Ken come watch me and daddy play volleyball would you like that

Shoyo:yay otay let me go get Ken Ken and tell him

Tooru:you do that baby he should be waking up from his nap now

Chapter five

the next day and Kawa and Iwa brought the kids to the school gym

Matsun and makki:morning kids

Shoyo:Ohayo

Shoyo said with a big smile Kenma just waved and cuddled up to Kawa more

Tooru:sweetie what did mommy say about socialising

Kenma;can’t

Tooru:yes you can even if it one or two words

Shoyo:try it Kenken I’m here look take my hand there you Go Ni chan Got you

Kenma:H-h-hello

kenma said then hugged his brother

Shoyo:yeah kenma Ni did it

Kenma ran to Kawa

Tooru:well done baby do you want to play volleyball with daddy now

Kenma:mhm

Tooru:okay take your big brother mommy will be with you in a bit then we can go to get Dino nuggets

Shoyo and Kenma’s lit up after hearing that they yelled together

Kenma and shoyo:MOMMY’S THE BEST EVER

Chapter six

Practice continued as normal and let’s be honest having the kids around saw a huge change in the team as well Kyotani who is normally Rude violent Bad mannered and has severe anger issues kind of mellowed out with the kids around and was playing and tossing the volleyball he even got them chocolate milk and Ice cream he told them not to tell their mom it would ruin his image as the tough guy

Shoyo:Uncle Kyo

Kyotani:yes sunshine

Shoyo:why do you put on that Tough guy act anyway when your really a softy who hurt you

Makki:well kid his a Juvenile delinquent

Shoyo:😕❓❓❓ huh?

Iwaizumi:You will understand when you are older kiddo

Kyotani:no one wants to hear from the meme lords that Live vicariously through the Internet so Makki button it I only have a soft side for kids and yabaha

Kenma:mommy can we go to training camp with you

Tooru:what do you think guys they seem to love being round you also you guys are helping Kenma be more socialable and training camp might be another step to help his social anxiety

Iwaizumi:I agree with Kawa and we need Kenma to open up more

The day of the training camp you would think nothing exciting happened right well almost true the boys deadbeat asshole dad wanted to pay a visit

If you wanted to know what their deadbeat dad looks like

Tooru:Niklaus why the fuck are you here

Niklaus:can’t I see my sons Tooru

Tooru:how about no klaus they are never going to know what they are you have a daughter with Hayley got back to her

Niklaus:Tooru please let me make right with them

Tooru bared his fangs

Tooru:I said NO!!

he growled

Iwaizumi:Tooru your teeth

Iwa said Kawa covered his mouth

Niklaus:oh little wolf you haven’t changed

Tooru:fuck off Klaus my kids are better off with out you barstard they have a dad and he ain’t you if they want to see you in the future then they’ll call NOW GO

he growled again his wolf side showing a deadly and menacing Urge to attack

Shoyo:Who was that mommy

Shoyo asked

Tooru:someone you are to young to meet and he is bad man

Shoyo:okay me and Ken Ken are going to uncle bokuto he is going to show me his service ace

Tooru:have fun kiddo and don’t try any risky moves mommy will be in a bit

Iwaizumi:so are you going to tell me what that was or am I going to have to guess

Tooru:signs* “I am a wolf leader of the wolfs now last of my pack that asshole was my sons deadbeat dad he is a hybrid vampire and wolf hence why you saw my fangs when that dick tried to get to my boys

Iwaizumi:wait what so those supernatural stories you told the kids and told me when we were kids

Tooru:are true they will be like him a hybrid but the have a witch side they will discover their powers at 16 now I understand if you want to leave us

Iwaizumi:hold your horses Tooru who says I am going anywhere

Tooru:Thanks Iwa for loving us even though you know the truth let’s go back to the kids

Chapter seven

Time skip Shoyo and Kenma have grown up and they have discovered their powers Kenma uses his witch powers do his homework and to keep a track of his brother at all cost and Shoyo is leaning to control his wolf and vampire side he doesn’t like using his witch side not like Kenma who found he could use it to be lazy or use it in volleyball and not just to confuse the opposition also Iwa and oikawa was married

the kids never asked about Klaus and they were happy and As for Klaus he could see he wasn’t wanted in his boys life but he did tell hope about them so if hope wanted to know about her brothers she could and like wise for Kawa he told the boys they have a half sister if they ever want to know her they can earning from shoyo

Shoyo:Ew a girl Cooties

Kenma:Shoyo she’s our sister she isn’t contagious

Shoyo:how do we know Ken Ken

Kenma:she is like us blood of a wolf and An orginal aka the deadbeat

Tooru:Kenma he is still your dad

Kenma:no he isn’t you married our dad he was a sperm donor I-

Tooru: hold it right there son where did you learn that

Kenma:uncle Makki

Iwaizumi:oh really well you can tell uncle Makki he is dead

Kenma:yes dad

And that is the single parent story

[bingusoclock]

Thinking about how Nero thought Dante might be his father. Thinking about how, even in Fortuna, Nero operates under the 'Devil May Cry' name even if he doesn't need to. Thinking about how that mightve been a way for Nero to connect with his possible blood relative after they left Fortuna.

(I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable canon explanation but yknow what sparda family feels)

[irlkisukeurahara]

Miles go five minutes without drawing ByaGin challenge impossible!!! Based on this ByaGin text post I made a bit ago.

[3amfanfiction]

Actually I’m not done with this yet.

Simon tries so hard to run defense at first, both for you and for Price.

He’s pulling you away whenever he sees the hurt flashing across your face, love isn’t it time to feed the neighbors cats? And stopping by to talk to Price the next day, she’s softer than us captain. She’s not used to the rough like we are.

At first it seems like it’s working, the captain easing up on you, fewer crude jokes, pinching fingers, and wandering hands, fewer tears from you.

But something changes again and price ramps his aggressions back up, so Simon goes to talk to him, to get to the bottom of this.

But this is John price. Did Simon forget that?

This is the man who can talk his way around any military operational choice. Give him 5 minutes with someone and he can talk them around to his point of view.

And Simon respects him so god damn much, this man that pulled all his broken pieces together and fixed them into the shape of a man beneath his balaclava. The one who makes sure he always makes it back home, makes sure he hits the mess and med bay before passing out, reminded him that not all touch meant pain back when his scars were fresh.

So John talks and Simon listens.

Maybe Price has the right of it, maybe doll is tougher than Simon thinks she is. Maybe she really does enjoy this game she and Price are playing.

She probably cries so often because she knows how much the captain likes that.

Sigh. She had him worried. He thought she was truly distressed about the attention but she was just feeding into it, the little whore. He didn’t need to worry about the captain playing too rough, she liked it.

So he goes home, taking a page out of his captains book. Fingers turn a bit more grasping, words a bit more pointed.

And you cry for him so, so prettily.

Shh shh come here and let me hold you sweetheart. I know, your feelings are so big, let’s give you something else to focus on.

Now I’m thinking about you and ghost, together for a year, when he introduces you to his captain.

Ghost is obsessed with you—you’re perfect and can do no wrong and at first he’s over the moon when his captain shows interest in you. Two of his favorite people getting along? Win.

But Price isn’t nice, he’s always managed to crush anything he gets within his grasp, fingers squeezing too tight, no regard for the damage his toys receive.

So he starts to squeeze, and it hurts, and you turn to Simon for help. At first he tries to mitigate things, she’s not feeling up to hanging out tonight cap, come sit by me love, you should be nicer to her. But as all things do, it only escalated from there.

And Simon has to watch his captain, the man who makes sure he and his team come out of things alive, the man who always sees a straight path forward, the man who has Simon’s back . . . consume the person who makes Simon feel like he has a home to come back to, who tells him it’s okay to cry, who revitalizes him with food, love and care.

And Simon knows it’s not malicious on Price’s part, his grasp has always been the fingers he can claw into his prize, the desire to own in an uncertain world.

But how can he explain that in a way this sweet thing will understand?

So he has to stand back and watch as his captain leaves you bleeding and bruised, your eyes coming to him for help and he has to decide if he lets his captain continue playing with the person healing his soul . . . or step in and lose his team.

[bolontiku]

To post or not to post.... is it even really a question???

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

This self indulgent af because Corneo was a nasty ass bastard and I wish I could have castrated him the moment I met him. (It’s also nice and fluffy and a little hurt and comfort for cloud because that shit was nasty af)

Zack losing his absolute shit when he finds out about the sector 6 run. Over the dress, the dance, the arena battles, the people that hit on Cloud, the gassing on Cloud (and Tifa and Aerith but mostly Cloud)

Like I can imagine him desperately wanting to go to Sector 6 just to teach Corneo a lesson but Cloud being his usual exasperated self and just dragging the man away from that situation like, “I love you but you’re an idiot. If you really wanna go or see it I’ll take you but leave Corneo out of it.”

[vodika-vibes]

About Dusk: Love Language!

Dusk is a jerk. He is. He can't help it. Emotions are hard and making emotion words are even harder. Especially with his brothers in the Corrie Guard. (They all became assholes in sheer self-defense, after all).

So, Dusk's love language. "Have you eaten?", "How much sleep did you get?", "That senator who really hates clones is hanging out on your patrol route, I'll take your place today.", "I found a recipe that I think you'll like, you can be my guinea pig."

And under it all, they all have the same meaning. "I love you. I love you and I'm afraid for you. I love you and I'll protect you the only way I can. Please don't leave me, I don't think I could handle it."

[solargeist]

WATCHER GRIAN !! This is supposed to be all one Watcher but i was struggling a bit with the designs as I went lolol