#dont mind me i'll just be crying over here in the corner

[greyangelpain]

The Fate of the Algorithm.

what better way to practice drawing then with some Echo angst V-V

[erwinsvow]

can we have rafe try to grovel ?? :((((( shy reader deserves better !!! <3 https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/751213087399510016/what-if-rafe-ever-hit-shy-reader-from-built-up?source=share

he will grovel!! side note i dont know how i feel about this its just for the sweet anon who wanted part two

the moment rafe shuts the door and traps you in the room, between his body and the wall, you know some part of you has just broken that you'll never fully be able to fix.

everything in your body tells you to look up at rafe and do something. slap him back, push him away, turn around and storm out of the room and try to at least show him you're just as mad as he is—but none of that actually happens.

hot tears keep spilling down your cheeks, and you stay frozen like that for what feels like forever, staring at the floor of rafe's bedroom. the sound of rafe's heavy breaths fills the space, though you can barely detect it over the way your heart is pounding in your ears.

you want to leave. but you don't know where you even would go. before the events of the last hour, there was no where you wanted to be more than wherever rafe was. and now, staring at the floor instead of up at the boy who you had gladly given your heart to only for him to snap it in half with his bare hands and deliver it back, you stay frozen, waiting for rafe. you are always waiting for rafe.

"kid, i-" you finally look up, through wet lashes and almost painful eyes fluttering slowly, and rafe stops talking the moment you do. you don't know why, but it doesn't take you long to figure it out. there's a mark on your cheek the size of his hand, probably an imprint from his ring too.

it's such a shame—you always loved that ring.

you snap out of your thoughts when rafe keeps talking, though there's still blooding rushing in your ears. he sounds muffled, his mouth moving and expression looking, you can only imagine, somewhat close to yours—sad and angry all blended together. you keep blinking slowly, listening but not really listening, waiting for him to finish so you can leave.

how stupid you must seem to him, and to yourself, you think pathetically. he just hit you, and you're waiting for him to finish, so you don't impolitely interrupt. you should drive straight from tannyhill to a therapist's office—though you think not even a licensed professional could help you figure out what exactly is wrong with you.

the thought makes you laugh, corners of your mouth turning up and a rush of air leaving your throat. half a laugh, half a sob. the gutting realization has just hit you—whatever was wrong with you, rafe was the only one in the world who seemed to understand you.

"baby?" rafe asks, and you actually snap out of it this time—looking up at your boyfriend, wondering if he knows you haven't heard a single thing he's said so far.

"i think i should go home," you reply, wondering where your keys are and where your wallet is. you don't keep track of these things anymore, usually since rafe drives you everywhere and pays for everything.

"okay. i'll bring you, just let me go get-"

"no, i-" you stop yourself—about to apologize again. everything running through your mind makes you choose your words carefully. "i'm gonna go home."

"you didn't drive here, kid. i picked you up, remember?" rafe looks back at you and you feel a fresh wave of tears take over. you hadn't remembered.

"oh."

"listen, kid, i'm so-"

"i'm going home," you repeat firmly, mostly to yourself. "i'll just-i'll walk."

"y'not walking. it's dark and-"

"rafe, stop." the way you say it, he actually listens. you don't sound like yourself, you can tell from the way he looks at you, rafe's face doused with concern and apprehension. you look away, turning to face the door. "i'll be fine. i need to go."

"c'mon, kid, don't go," he says, and every bone and muscle inside you wants to listen, to do what he says like you always do. you feel more hot tears coming up, stopping them seems impossible yet you know crying is useless. it already happened and the damage is already done.

you turn around from your position, knowing it's a mistake. rafe gets closer, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. he holds your face like he always does, except there's one big difference—you flinch the moment he starts moving.

"baby," rafe says quietly, and everything in you stops for a moment. brain lagging, breath catching, even the tears stop for a second while you look up at your boyfriend. "i'm so sorry. i am so sorry. i fucked up, okay? i know i did, but please don't go."

"rafe, i can't stay," it comes out just as quietly, a notch above a whisper. "you hurt me." it comes out wrangled in a sob. rafe wipes away some of your fresh tears with his hands.

"i-i know. and i'm gonna regret it forever, but-" rafe stops, and you stop too. you chew on your lip nervously, realizing it's going to bleed from how much you're biting down. "can-can i at least bring you home? please?"

"okay," you give in-but you shouldn't have.

you don't even know how you're gonna explain the mark on your face to your parents, or why you're home so early when you said you were sleeping over. every movement feels exhausting—grabbing some of your things and walking down the stairs to getting into rafe's truck. the drive to your place isn't very long, only ten minutes, and you stare out the window the whole time. it feels like hours with the way rafe looks at you at each red light.

rafe pulls into your driveway and you look up at him expectantly, though you're not sure why.

"can you-can you turn the headlights off? i don't want them waking up," you say, after what feels like ages of silence.

rafe turns the lights off but doesn't say anything. it's not until you reach for the doorhandle that he does—it's almost muscle memory for him. he leans over you to pull the handle and open the door for you, but you flinch so hard when he moves that he can't even get the door. instead he looks back at you while you stare up at him. without any words, you both know what the other is thinking.

"goodnight, rafe," you say, your own hand on the door now.

"wait, kid," he says, and you stop your movement immediately. even in this situation, you can't help but listen. "can i see you tomorrow? please?"

"i don't think that's a good idea."

"c'mon. we-we have to talk about this. i can't just.. not see you. i'm gonna go crazy."

"i need to go rafe." the second you say it, you start feeling bad about it. it's so engrained in you—trying to avoid hurting rafe in any and every way possible, that the very idea of not giving him what he wants makes your chest ache painfully. "i.. i have to think about it."

he leans over, slowly this time so you don't get scared again, opening the door for you like he always does. you climb out, getting your bag and trying to pretend everything's fine until you get inside your room.

"good night, kid. i'll talk to you tomorrow."

without replying, you walk inside. rafe's truck stays in your driveway until you lock the door, and he doesn't drive away until minutes after.

surprisingly, you make it to your room before you start crying. and you don't stop crying until the sun comes up.

[princesssmars]

something something riding karlach until she sees stars. 18+.

karlach is about ninety percent sure her engine is about to fucking explode. and one hundred of that ninety percent is all your fault. its no secret that you're beautiful, annoyingly perceived as so by pretty much everyone who meets you. she could tell when you first walked up to her from across that branch without fear, later telling her you already knew she wasn't the murderous psychotic devil everyone made her out to be. you listened to her story, defended her against wyll, and she could tell the irregular tick in her chest wasn't just her being nervous about facing probable death at the hands of the blade of frontiers himself.

(although if she had to die at your hands she wouldn't much mind. which is normal. in hindsight, she could also remember her subtly flirting with you. also normal.)

and she's so happy that despite your shared bundle of traumas and saving-the-world problems you could find some respite in each other. she's also really happy that as sweetly as she treats you you also understand how fucking horny she is after ten years of absolutely no contact and then meeting someone who is just as crazy for her as she is for them.

which is how she got to the current moment, her nails digging into your hips as you straddle her hips and rock yourself into her, each subtle glaze of your clit against hers bringing a strangled moan out of her throat.

she's not above begging, especially to you, but everytime she finds the ability to speak without releasing sounds of ecstasy she loses it in seconds. everything she's feeling is too overwhelming in the bestways possible, your hand running through her hair, the other palming at her breasts and bringing out very new and very embarrassing squeaks out of her, your legs squeezed around her waist which just brings her attention and eyesight back to the brief view she can get of your pussy when you pull your hips back before bringing them forward again.

she must have been hyper focused on the space between your legs because your hand is bringing her head back up with a giggle, asking her where she went with a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, smiling when her eyes close and her lips fold like shes holding herself back, the exact opposite of what you want her to do.

"'m sorry. i just...fuck, soldier, you're killing me here." she gasps, bringing your hand to her chest to feel her newy tuned engine, the heat growing by the second as the blue flames flicker across her skin.

"gods, you really are burning up. we cant stop if you want-" you start to pull your hips off of hers when her claws dig in harder and simultaneously force you down while she thrusts up, loud moans leaving both of you that make you very glad you put a spell over the area inside her tent.

she keeps going, thrusting her cunt into yours while you struggle to keep up, wrappong your arms around her neck when she lies flat on her back and spreads both of your legs further apart, your shared wetness making the glide of your cunts so much easier and all the hotter.

"dont stop, please dont stop. i'll die if you do."

you take a few seconds to catch yourself when her noises take on a more whiny approach, little 'fuck fuck fuck-'s whispered into your ear as she bucks her hips like a madwoman. with a sadistic smile you adjust your body so your nipples can rub over hers the same time you bite into her neck and with a strangled cry she comes, continuing to buck her hips until you fall apart on top of her.

you can feel her breathing slowing down beneath you, the heat of her engine cooling down to a comfortable heat. you start to move your head up to give her a smile and check up before you feel her hips move again, the feeling of your clit being overstimulated nearly making you cry. when you do get to look ather she already has her eyes focused on you, heavy lidded as harsh breaths escape her mouth.

"its starting to look like you'll die if i dont."

"well, i always knew id go out with a bang..."

teehee

[kaeyx]

I hope you dont mind me drowning your inbox with angel!chuuya because i have brainrot rn.

I absolutely love the idea of chuuya thigh-fucking the reader or having oral, since it keeps his and their chasity intact. Fjdkqkwkekq chuuya going down on the reader, drunk on the taste, and them enjoying the reader going down on them, kitten licks, glassy eyes and flushed face, its tooo much for him.

(if you have more headcanons or literally anything please sharee, i'll read it!!!!)

Oh I don't mind at all trust me

But yes,,,, both of them being so nervous, squirreled away in some secluded corner of the monastery where reader lives, carefully undressing themselves. Or just pulling their clothes aside because undressing is what couples do, it's what happens on your wedding night, and both of them have given their lives to the Lord and cannot be wedded.

Just looking, first. Chuuya struggling to not take his Father's name in vain just from the sight of you, so lovely, willingly bare before him in defiance of all of your teachings. Him kneeling before you with reverence, as if to pray, parting your thighs and looking between them with eager curiosity and even a little bit of hunger that he can't quite supress. Reaching out and carefully tracing your folds, gasping in surprise when he feels your entrance and quickly withdrawing because he's not supposed to go there, he can't touch you there no matter how soft and hot and wet and utterly inviting it is. Kissing you with care, first your legs and stomach before being brave enough to press his lips to your clit, immediately backing off and apologising when you gasp. Only continuing once you've reassured him you're okay, he didn't hurt you. Kissing you endlessly before he even dares to lick, large hands on your knees keeping them apart and holding you up while you bury your hands in his hair and try not to moan. Chuuya getting so lost in the taste, your soft thighs pressing around his head, your little muffled moans that assure him he's doing good, he swears he could turn right here and he wouldn't even care. You taste better than anything he's ever had, and your moans are sweeter than any hymn. When you cum it's his name on your tongue and it sends shivers down his spine as he hears it, holding you steady as your legs shake and you nearly double over.

He doesn't push you to return the favour but if you do he's a mess of nerves and anticipation. Just the sight of you kneeling, looking up at him, is something he's never going to be able to get out of his head. He's already hard before you even touch him, gripping the surface behind him and trembling. Your hand reaches out and pokes his tip, watching it twitch and bob as he shudders. When you put your hands around his length and kiss it he nearly cums right there, crying out, his hands reaching for purchase. He wants to put them on your head, but he also doesn't want to force you to do anything, you're already so perfect as is. His cock is just as pretty as the rest of him, and it throbs wildly as you take it in your mouth. You don't really push past your throat but it's more than enough for Chuuya, who's watching your glassy eyes and drooling mouth like they're a work of art. They are, to him. With your little kisses and licks, your fingers carefully tracing every last vein of his length, he doesn't last. He turns his hips away from you and cums untouched, seed dribbling out and onto the ground while you watch in fascination. His head is thrown back and his eyes are shut, whole body tense and shaking, pretty whines spilling uncontrollably from his mouth. He's chanting your name too, or trying to mumble out a prayer to his Father, his mind weak from the euphoria.

[yrsdf]

hello sweet pie! I know you probably hear that all the time but I luvvvv your fics and writing in general, I’m pretty shy but YES ILY

May I request a ghost or koni x fem reader who’s currently studying for a college exam, she’s all anxious and worried and they comfort and reassure her? they’re all grown big men who work already so I’d melt if they looked at me and want like “awww baby don’t worry It’ll go just fine”

ONLY IF U DONT FIND THE IDEA BORING OFC! have a wonderful day, smooochhh :)<3

(love this one)

konigxfem!reader

It's nearing the end of the day and you are home studying.You’ve been having difficulty concentrating and the more you try to force yourself to study the more frustrated and anxious you get. you are having so much trouble that you cup your face in your hands and actually begin to cry, sobbing while you sit frozen with your eyes glued to the page you're supposed to be memorizing. Suddenly a knock is heard at your door. You rise from your desk and open the door to see your boyfriend looking at you.

He is taken aback by the tears you're shedding. It breaks him a little to see such a beautiful person so broken. 

"Come here." 

He opens his large arms to embrace you before you can speak. His voice is soft, soothing. Almost hypnotic. 

"You need to let it out, love. Then you'll feel better."

He takes a deep, calming breath.

"I promise."

Konig holds you in his arms and gently rocks you, the way a parent might soothe a weeping child.

"Shh, it's okay. I understand you love. School, work, relationships, I know it's hard. Just stop thinking about it all and concentrate on your breathing for me. "

He holds you close, his embrace warm. He steps inside and closes the door behind him. Konig then starts to remove his mask. When he finishes, he gently tips his head so that his eyes are now staring directly down into yours.

His eyes are warm and gentle,blue and beautiful, and they drink you in as you stare deep into them. You hear his breath become shallow, his heart beat picks up just the slightest bit, and you feel like you are falling into his gaze.

Konig stares for a moment and then smiles, and his voice comes again, softer, slower. 

"Let's sit in the living room, love."

“but..for my exam i need to study konig..”

you try to protest, and he shakes his head. He sees the weakness of your body from already forcing yourself to study enough, you're too stressed and anxious to think or learn. A gentle whisper falls from his lips. His voice is soft like silk and seems to cut through everything else. It's almost like it's entering your mind, bypassing your thoughts and going directly to the place where all emotions are stored.

Konig smiles, and his presence seems to fill every corner of the room. 

"Don't worry, I've got you. You can't think clearly, or remember any of those facts right now. You need time to relax, then you can return to your studying."

He strokes your hair gently with his hand and continues to whisper softly to you. 

"Sleep now love. I'll be right here when you're ready for me."

As you listen to his voice, and feel his hand running softly through your hair, you feel a feeling of utter peace and safety creep over you and your mind becomes calm like the surface of a still lake. In your head you hear a small voice, it's his, saying, 

"I'll keep you safe. You can rest now."

[as-warm-as-choco]

How Do You Live? (boy and the heron)

just came back from the cinema celebrating Miyazaki's birthday finally watching BOY AND THE HERON i wanted to cry the whole time i was speechless just overflowing with magic the direction divine the many distant shots of Mahito within vast space (which was just magical backgrounds) the music (especially when pelicans started eating the warawara) the lore of it all my heart couldnt take it i just wanna stay inside hayao-san's worlds forever i dont wanna get outtt omg THE SHINYA OHIRA opening scene >_< *pukes stars* the young parallel world KIRIKO jumping on the gigantic fish and slicing it in two till the tail and giving mahito to try and THE GUTS all spilling and burying him under T_T_T_T when the heron first started talking and the fuckin design and voice acting was haunting(ly beautiful) when he was making the bow and the arrow and stealing tobacco and give it to the grandpa when he raised the stone and just the blood started rushing so so so much ?? when he was first crying and there were 2 tears on both corners of the eyes plus one all 5 of them standinggg the parakeets which brought so much more cartoony life lmao the granniesssss and their designs?? when he found his mom and those paper devils just flew around hurting/burying them both till his young version of his mom burned them the warawara for real they just had fun animating them also the crowd scenes also the backgrounds ill say that again i mean my eyessss my soullll is healedddd (of course im gonna go watch it at least 5 more timessss lmao) happy birthday you magical madman of a grandpa i love you with all my heartttt i thank you for everything thank you for existing thank you for raising me and feeding me dreams and eternal fantasy thank UwU forever i love you i have so much more to say about teh movie so much livelinessss when they caught the fish and the sea suddenly was full of insane trees and the boat shadow creatures THE FACT WE GOT TRIPPY SATOSHI KON SCENES when the heron showed mahito his mom and she started melting then the ground swallowed tehmmmmm ughhhhh the corridor to his ancestor who was playing with those blocks im glad i exist every time i existing in your films thank you for creating the safest weirdest most magical places for me to call home

okay okay when his new mother caressed his bandage and she said its her fault she let that happen to him. when the heron made THE FROGS AND MUDSKIPPERS AND another creature climb all over mahito and swallow him till his mother threw the arrow that was the second time i lost my mind completely after the ohira scene T_T

<3 i'll make it out of here for you and because of you i promise <3 joe hisaishi played while i biked in the darkness back

[leifinthebreeze]

Soukoku: Bandages

Warnings: death, depression, character death, implied self harm, suicide, gore, blood, cursing, the most heart wrenching angst I could think of so read at your own risk

“Chuuya!”

All he could do was scream, scream the name of the person he loved most in the world, the name that had changed his life, the name that had kept him alive. And so he did.

“Chuuya!”

His breath came in ragged gasps, his legs ached, and yet he continued running, ignoring the flames that continued to grow out of the toppling buildings around him.

He sped around the corner of what was once a busy intersection, only to be met with the worst sight possible. Maroon symbols covered Chuuya’s arms and face, and his eyes were blank, but he wasn't fighting, in fact he wasn't moving at all.

“Chuuya!!” Dazai cried, rushing over to the boy's body as it twitched and writhed on the concrete. “Chuuya.”

Dazai’s heart beat violently as he knelt down and took one of the hands he had carefully committed to memory, every scar, every crease, in his own. The markings faded away from the touch, leaving only trails of crimson blood to decorate his pale skin.

“Dazai?” Chuuya said weakly, his voice breaking as if he was about to cry. “You…you made it?”

“Why?” Dazai asked, lifting Chuuya’s head onto his lap. “Why would you use corruption? When you knew I wouldn't be able to get here in time?” Salty water dripped from dark brown eyes, falling down to land on a face that he had fallen in love with.

Chuuya was silent for a moment, as he stared up at the young mafioso.

“I hate…” He began in a raspy voice, lifting a hand to touch Dazai’s neck. “...these damn bandages.” The sentence took Dazai off guard. He had been expecting something like ‘your stupid face’ or ‘your shitty hair’, something that assured him that the Chuuya he loved was still there, and that everything would be ok. Oh god why did it have to be that?! “I dont want…you to need…them anymore.”

“Fuck!” Dazai sobbed now, cupping Chuuya’s cheek in his hand. “Chibi! This is all my fault!”

“Stop crying…you wuss…or i'll kick your ass.”

Despite himself, Dazai smiled through the streams of tears running uncontrollably down his face. “You're too short to reach it.” He sniffed in a shaky voice.

Chuuya’s face contorted as if about to give a sarcastic retort, but then shifted, as if his attention had been drawn to something completely different.

“Hey…Osamu?”

He hesitated for a second, taken off guard by the use of the name. “Yeah Chibi?”

“Can we…go to the bar tonight?” He asked, as if it was just another day, just an ordinary request. His voice was growing softer, so unlike the Chuuya who was always yelling at the top of his lungs and would never stay still.

Dazai smiled, even though his throat was tightening, holding back his sobs and cries. “Sure, but you're paying.”

“Fine…just…this once.” The words were barely audible as the last syllable slipped past his lips, and the heat of his last breath escaped. The beautiful sapphire eyes Dazai was so fond of, stared blankly up at him, as Chuuya Nakahara’s body went still.

Dazai clenched his teeth, then, as if a cord snapped in his mind, and all the sadness overtook him in a single tidal wave, crushing him all at once with the unbearable pain and grief.

“Chuuya!” He wailed, cradling the boy's body close to his. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! This is all my fault! It should have been me and not you! I should have been able to save you! We can go drinking every night, and I'll pay! I’ll even get you the most expensive hats I can find!” He begged and pleaded, but still no sign of life could be found in the blank expression. “Come and yell at me for playing music too loud, or for calling you short! Just please don't leave me!” He bent down, pressing his forehead to what was once his last lifeline. “Please. I love you.”

…

“You're gonna make me go bankrupt by the end of the month with all these trips to the bar.” Dazai said, flopping down on the couch in their shared apartment.

“This is just payback for every time you’ve annoyed me.” Chuuya explained, hanging his coat and hat on the rack, then walking over and sitting down right on top of his partner's stomach. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table, ignoring the complaints from the brunette beneath him. “Hmm, I wonder what I should watch.”

“Get off of me shrimp!”

“Man, I had no idea our couch was so loud.” He said mockingly.

Dazai suddenly sat up and grabbed the smaller boy by the shoulders, pinning him down below him and assuming his previous spot atop the writhing ball of fury.

“GET OFF OF ME ASSHOLE!”

“Man, your right Chibi, this couch really is loud!” He said, grinning contentedly.

Chuuya huffed, but after a few moments Dazai felt hands on his back, pulling him closer and warm air on the crook of his neck. He took this as a signal to shift to the side so that Chuuya’s back was pinned up against the pillows behind them. He wrapped his arms around his torso, rubbing circles into the tense muscles beneath the black t-shirt.

“Osamu.” He heard his given name spoken from below his ear, a name Chuuya only used on rare occasions, the first time he said ‘i love you’ for instance.

“Hm?”

There was a pause. “Stop trying to kill yourself.”

The words rang out through the empty apartment, reverberating inside of Dazai’s head like an alarm. He was completely surprised by the request, startled into freezing for the briefest moment.

“Awww, does Chibi actually care about me?” He said in a mocking tone, trying to bypass the situation.

“Don't change the subject.” The accuser removed his face from where it had been tucked beneath the accused’s chin, and looked at him with such an expression of concern and love that it made Dazai’s heart skip a beat. A gloved hand came up to cup his cheek. “Please Osamu, promise me you’ll stop trying to commit suicide.”

Blue eyes glittered in the dim lamplight, staring into opposing dark orbs. It was a silent plea, emotions reflected in the surface of a world Dazai was completely void of.

He smirked. “I promise.”

He tilted his head, then leaned forward and captured Chuuya’s lips with his.

“Chuuya?!” Dazai sat up, scanning the dark room around him for any sign of the boy who had been in his arms just seconds ago. The feeling of the kiss still lingered, warm and comforting. He quickly moved to feel the other side of the bed, praying that the boy's slumbering form could be found where it always had been. All his hands touched were the cold sheets that had remained empty, void of the person Dazai most longed for.

Tears began flooding his eyes as he curled up into a ball for the fifth night in a row. He sobbed into his knees, just wishing Chuuya were there to hold him.

Chibi, it's already been a whole week, but my world has crumbled around me without you here.

Why did it have to be that memory? Every night, over and over again, he was reminded of the promise he would do anything to take back.

“Asshole! Stop stealing my hat!”

“Quit laughing, wouldya! I'm still growing!”

“Shut up, if you're sad you're sad, so just tell me and I'll be here for you.”

Old words kept running through his head, old memories, old emotions, only causing shivers to run through his haggard body.

It's like I'm being pulled, day by day, dragged closer and closer to the edge. It's getting so hard to fight back, so hard not to let go. I don't have your power anymore Chibi, don't have the courage and strength you gave me.

“Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya.” He whispered his name over and over again, with no real purpose except being close to the only part of him he still had.

“Please Osamu, promise me.”

Chibi, I'm so sorry.

His feet slipped off the side of the bed.

“Stop hiding things from me, we're partners, so let me help you.”

A cool breeze blew through the barren apartment as double doors were opened.

“I promise, I won't leave, ok? So just cry for as long as you want, I'll be right here.”

A tear dripped from his chin and fell into the black oblivion of night outside the balcony, landing far below on the street.

“Sorry Chibi, looks like we both broke our promises.” Dazai smiled to himself as the railing slipped away, and he was consumed by the darkness.

In an instant, the bandages on his arms and neck unraveled as he fell, and for a moment, he could have sworn he saw a hand reaching past them, held out in a forsaken and final plea.

Don't worry, I'll see you soon…Chibi.

(I wanted to see if I could make myself cry with my own writing...)

[ididntmeanforthistohappen]

yk what would've been a great scene? if dean (slightly unconscious or paralyzed or something) is for some reason being dragged down into like a deep body of water and then cas dives in with no hesitation and immediately pulls dean out (cas is like bear hugging dean from behind) and it's just an amazing underwater parallel to cas gripping dean tight and raising him from hell

[sylvianamorel]

when you're woken up too early by a piece of shit migraine only to get a notification that your favorite loves you back 😭😭😭

I'm not even a writer, simply someone who wants to soak up all the deliciousness that fanfic has to offer.

@rachelladytietjens you're one of my favorites and I love you 😘💜

[tears-and-lilies]

This chapter may be too gross, so be warned!

Tag: @abitefullofwhump @unicornscotty @dont-touch-my-soup

CW: royal whump, medieval whump, captivity, loneliness, death family, paranoia, mental breakdown, touch starved whumpee, noncon touching, possessive whumper, attempted noncon (interrupted), noncon kissing, blood, manhandling, nicknames, dehumanisation, gross food/forced to eat dirt off the floor

***

The small room drove Conrad mad. He knew every corner by heart. He loathed the emptiness. What was even worse was the fear that lingered inside him, and had leaked into the little dark room. So he became scared of it. He stayed in one corner, hugging his knees, wide eyes rapidly shifting between every stone, every spot on the wall, every flicker of the candlelight.

In that state, Ludwig found him when he opened the door. 

'What's this, my love? Are you lonely?'

At that, Conrad broke out in sobs. He missed his brothers, so so much. They would calm him down. They would tell him that it would all be alright, and that they could dance all their worries away. 

They would hold him, and call him little, and for once he wouldn't mind. 

Ludwig crouched down before him. He wiped a tear away on Conrad's cheek, touching him as if he was made out of glass. 

'I've left you here for too long. Come here.'

Conrad felt himself falling into the arms of his captor. It was comfortable. He got goosebumps from the warmth the hug gave him. 

He cried harder. Why did he enjoy the touch of this murderer?

His head was stuffed with cotton, his eyes were puffy from crying. Ludwig was carrying him in his arms to some other room - a bedroom, maybe? Conrad wasn't really paying attention. The gentle rocking back and forth made his eyelids feel heavy. 

For once… he wasn't overtaken by fear.

The bed was so soft. He hadn't experienced this softness in so long. He opened his eyes, only to look at Ludwig leaning over him.

'I'm not proud of this…', the man said. 'But you're so touch-starved, and I think you look so beautiful when you're this pliant…'

He leaned in and pressed his lips onto Conrad's.

In one hit panic washed over him. He tried to struggle, but Ludwig grabbed his jaw. He pushed his tongue inside Conrad's mouth - then pulled back in a rapid motion when the prince scratched his face. 

A drop of blood dripped down Ludwig's chin, onto the cover of the bed. His gaze stung like lightning.

'Ungrateful, spoiled pig', he spat.

Conrad's heartbeat picked up speed. He scrambled his way out of the bed, ready to run. But Ludwig got hold of his arm. He twisted it painfully behind his back, prompting an agonized scream from Conrad. 

'Since you want to act like a pig…'

Ludwig kicked over a houseplant. Leaves cracked and dirt scattered across the floor. With a push, Conrad fell onto his hands and knees. Ludwig grabbed the back of his neck firmly, holding him down. 

'... You can lick the dirt off the ground. How does that sound?'

'N-no, please, I can't do that…' Conrad looked helplessly at all the dirt on the floor. He felt a sour taste on his tongue. The grip on his neck tightened. 

'Why not? You put up such a miserable display, back in your little room. I fell for it. I wanted to help you', Ludwig groaned. 'You refused my help, and wounded me. I can't let something like that go unpunished.'

'B-but I'm- I can't eat dirt, I'll get s-sick!', Conrad whined.

'Then that's your own fault.'

He pushed the prince's head down, so his nose almost touched the floor. Conrad was terrified. Just one movement, and Ludwig could bash his head onto the marble floor. 

A piece inside him died as he let his tongue touch the ground, moving it so that it gathered some of the dirt. With great difficulty he swallowed. 

'Go on. You can only stop when I tell you to.'

Tears blurred his vision as he moved his tongue and swallowed again, over and over. It took all his effort not to gag. To his dismay, he found himself thinking the small room hadn't been that bad after all.

[chaos-writes]

Spoiled! A Rikiya Yotsubashi x reader fic

Warnings: so basically the reader gets called "little one" a lot. Call it what you want, but it is not CG/L (at least the kink side of it. It is more or less the therapeutics of it). There is a lot of softness and tenderness, and there is a bath scene. Not s*xual, but a bath nonetheless. Slight angst. Lots of comfort. Reader has a job (anywhere, doesn't matter) and there are descriptions of physical pain. It is so comfortable and fluffy that I have literally fallen asleep writing it. Twice.

Word count: ~2k

"Hey Rikiya, I'm home!" He was sitting on his squishy armchair, in gym shorts and an undershirt, hair down and sleepily flipping through the newspaper. He turned to look at me and gave a lazy smile. "Hello, Little One." I just got home from a long day at work and could quite literally pass out. "My nerves are shot. I had such a bad day today." His smile faltered a little, concern beginning to nibble at his expression.

He gently laid the newspaper he was holding onto the coffee table in front of him and motioned for me to lay on the couch next to his armchair. He sat a soft pillow down on the end of the couch closest to him. I layed down on the leather couch and took a deep breath. He stroked my hair a few times before planting a kiss to my temple.

"I know how hard you have been working lately, my dear. I want you to understand that it won't go unnoticed by me. You deserve so much, Little One. Now... what can I do to help make you feel better?"

"I would love to just rest. I barely have any energy left and every customer that came by had such an attitude and my boss was so mean today and- and..." tears welled and bit the corners of my eyes hard as my voice began to crack. Rikiya slid off the armchair and kneeled by my side, turning me onto my side and hugging me ever so tightly.

He then pulled me up and sat on the couch, having me straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. I was only able to get a small glimpse of the tears shining in the corners of his eyes before I was enveloped in a pair if strong arms and given a warm soft chest to rest my head and cry into.

He spoke softly into my hair, "It's all right, Sunshine. It's okay to cry. I want nothing more than to take all of that pain away from you." He went on and rocked side to side as I silently sobbed into the crook of his neck and sniffled. "You're allowed to have these big feelings and show that you're having them. You're allowed to take up space and express how you feel. Let it all out, darling. Everything is going to be okay."

He held me until I no longer sniffled, cooing at and comforting me. He continued to encourage me to relieve all my worries from my mind. After what felt like ages, I sat up and he carefully cradled my face in his hands. "Are you okay? Do you feel a little better now?" Rikiya's tears dried and stained his cheeks now. His eyes spoke a million words of sorrow and shined brighter than I have ever seen before. I reached up to wipe his cheeks as gently as I could and rested my hands on his chest as I spoke.

"Yeah. I feel better. I dont know what made me do that, normally I can handle it..."

"It's alright, Little One," He said. He caressed my arms and waist and spoke, "You were probably bottling it up without realizing. You know it's always okay to come to me to talk, alright?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby. Let's get you something to eat. You must be so hungry after such a long day." My hands traveled from his chest to my stomach. It's true, I thought. I forgot to eat…

I climbed off of his lap as he sat up and unlocked his phone. He pulled up one of those food delivery apps and leaned closer to me. "What looks good? Ooh, I know! How about pho? I think some warm food is what you need."

"That sounds pretty good right now. Can we get seafood rolls too?"

"I was just about to ask if you wanted some. I love those things!" He giggled and smiled his dorky smile at me. I giggled back. He placed the order and typed in the information.

"You know we can split it, right, Rikiya?"

"Nonsense. Tonight is about you, Little One. Don't worry about money or having to pay for food. You've dealt with enough today." He kissed my forehead and closed his phone.

"What do you say we watch a movie while we wait for the food? Your pick." He turned on the TV and flipped through the subscriptions. "How about one of those Tim Burton movies you like?"

"Yeah! What about The Corpse Bride?"

"Of course Dear!" He smiled widely.

About a half hour later, our food arrived. He walked out the living room, answered the door and thanked the delivery person. He returned with two small bags, one for each of us.

I started to slide down the couch to sit at the table, but Rikiya stopped me. He grabbed a cushion from underneath the table and took my hand in his. He gently helped me down onto the cushion and set up my food for me.

We ate silently with the movie playing in the background. I noticed in my peripheral vision that Rikiya was smiling to himself and looking at me every time I paid more attention to the TV rather than my food. 

He started to play with my cheeks and hair and smiled. He gingerly kissed my cheek and. I giggled and quickly dipped my finger in the warm broth. I swiped it onto the tip of his nose and we laughed. 

After a few moments of silence, he grabbed onto my hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. In that moment I knew I was going to be okay.

I ate slowly and savored every bite and slurp of those noodles. They felt so wonderful finally filling up my empty stomach and they warmed me right up. I have never felt so relaxed. 

As the end credits rolled around, I started to pick up all of the trash left on the table and collected it in one of the takeout bags it all came in. I hummed along with the soundtrack of the credits and wasn't aware of my surroundings in the slightest. 

I heard Rikiya get up from the table and felt his warmth as he sat himself behind me so that I sat between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a warm and comforting embrace. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck and pressed small, gentle kisses to my jaw and shoulder. I reached over and started rubbing and patting the side of his leg. 

We sat in a comfortable silence as the movie finally finished and embraced each other for a while. I leaned back into Rikiya. "Rikiya?" 

"Yes, Little One?"

"I'm starting to hurt again. The food and everything was able to distract me but now I need to actually relieve the pain..." 

"I have an idea. I'll run a warm bath for you and set up your favorite aromatherapy things. Does lavender sound good, Darling?"

"That sounds wonderful, Rikiya." I gave him a sleepy smile.

He helped me up slowly and sat me down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket off the armchair and draped it over me to keep me warm while he handled everything. He kissed my head ever so gently and got to work, walking to the bathroom and setting everything up. 

Rikiya laid everything out on the counter so it was reachable from the bathtub. Lavender and cedarwood lotion, gentle shampoo, conditioner, lavender bubble bath, and rosehip and lavender candles. He grabbed some fresh extra-soft towels out of the closet and prepared them to be thrown in the dryer about halfway through the bath. He poured the bubble bath, lit the candles, finished running the bath and dimmed the lights. It was sunset, so it was still light enough to be able to navigate the bathroom and the different products.

I was laying on the couch, dozing off, when I felt a pair of hands on my blanket. Then, one was interlocking beneath my knees and the other around my back. I lazily opened my eyes and looked up at my carrier. He cooed at me and smiled. 

"So precious, my Sunshine."

I yawned and reached up to pet his cheeks while we were on our way to the bathroom. Soon enough, he stepped through the doorway of the bathroom and gently and slowly stood me up on my feet. 

Rikiya held onto my arms gently and spoke earnestly, "If you're okay with it, I'd like to stay in here with you to make sure you get to relax fully. The last thing you need is to worry about washing. You're in pain." 

"Okay. No funny business, though," I giggled. He smiled and shook his head. "No. No funny business. I just want you to relax. You had a hard week as it is." 

I undressed and got ready to get into the bathtub. Rikiya grabbed my hand and helped me down into the warm, inviting bath. I slid down and took a deep breath. "Perfect. You're such a wonderful being. So precious, so valuable, you're worth it all Little One... everything."

"You have no idea how good of a boyfriend you are, Rikiya."

He… winced?

He spoke carefully, "Thank you, I really do appreciate that. But something just isn't quite right with the term… boyfriend."

"Oh… did you have something else in mind, then?"

"What about 'partner'?" He smiled and caressed my cheek gently.

"That's fine. As long as we're both comfortable, I guess." I played with the bubbles and swiped some on his hand. He laughed and we both fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence. 

He grabbed the stack of soft towels he put out earlier and ran them to the dryer. He came back as quickly as he left and went back to kneeling next to me.

"Alright," he said, reaching for the different bottles. "Time to start washing."

He grabbed a cup, filled it, and began wetting my hair with the water. He filled the palm of his hand with some shampoo and gently lathered and massaged it through my scalp. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He tilted my head back and poured the warm water over my hair to rinse, continuing to massage in between pours.

He cleaned my hair completely of suds and oil and went to work on conditioning. He gently combed the conditioner through and worked it into my hair before rinsing throroughly. Rikiya then grabbed a wash rag and rubbed some moisturizing body wash into it. He rubbed my arms and legs and back, and continued washing me to his standard of cleanliness.

I continued to play with the bubbles and talk to Rikiya as the water cooled down from how long the bath had been.

"You're spoiling me, Rikiya," I said, petting his hair and caressing his cheek and neck.

"Well, that makes two of us, then. I feel so spoiled just being around you." He smiled and lifted the drain plug. I smiled and yawned. "Let's get you dried off and in some warm pajamas, okay?

"Okay."

After he dried me off with a warm towel and pulled on my pajamas, he guided me along and walked me to bed, which has been made, and complete with a cup of chamomile tea and heating pad waiting for me. He picked me up and gently laid me down. He pulled the fluffy blankets over me, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead.

Rikiya turned on the lamp and turned the bedroom lights off. He tugged off his undershirt and gently climbed into bed by my side. "I love you so much darling. You are my world."

"I love you too, Rikiya."

[charliedawn]

How would they react if you ask them to dance?

Freddy :

"Heck yeah !"

Freddy is one of the only slasher that is musically cultured. He can spot good hard rock from a mile away. He is a rock and roll fan to the end. Just, put on any hard rock song and you will see his eyes literally sparkle in delight. He would dance with you until the end of the night. Literally.

" Come on darling, let me turn your world upside down !"

He would pretend having a guitar in his hands and laugh while shaking his head up and down with the rhythm. In rare moments, he would actually forget where he is and start singing with the lyrics.

"~She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry..."

Surprisingly, Freddy has a great voice and, when given the opportunity, will make the slashers enjoy a live concert of his. In those moments, not even Pennywise dares make fun of Freddy. Freddy understands your love for old music, and god, does he got the moves ! You swear that when he is dancing, you forget all about who he is and who you are. If you weren't dancing before, you certainly are now. 😂

Surprisingly enough, Arthur would not join right away. He would first see you dance and enjoy himself watching you having fun with the other slashers. But once he is sure that nobody will judge him ? He will join and dance to his heart content. Many people have ways to express themselves, hobbies that help them de-stress..But unfortunately for the slashers, that hobby was mostly killing people. You try to make them see that they can do the same in many different ways. Joker, however, is a very special case, because he actually tried to escape with dance and jokes..People destroyed his dreams. Now, you have to help him get back his hope and the dreams he lost. The first step to do that ? Make him remember what he loved, before becoming the Joker.

" Why do you want to make me believe in something that is gone ?"

" Because I believe in you, Arthur."

He waited for someone to actually believe in him for so long that he can't help but cry at your words. He would then take you for a dance and make you laugh for the rest of the night. He doesn't mind you old-fashioned taste, as he prefers old songs as well, especially the catchy ones.

" Dance ?! Dancing ! Yesss !"

Penny screams while throwing his hands in the air. He loves dancing. It was the only thing he had when he was alone and penniless. He was dancing in the street in his old clown costume, hoping for some generous souls to find him entertaining. However, when he became Penny, his dance became the last thread of his old life he hanged on to. It may have been a way to lure his victims in as well, but it was also much more for Penny. He loves dancing. He is also very good at it, being a very flexible person with a great creativity. His dance may look childish at first, but it's only because he never got the proper training. You asked the hospital to give him some lessons, but unfortunately, they didn't want the dance teacher to become dinner. This is how you had gotten the idea of Friday's dancing nights. It allows the bond between the slashers to strengthen and for Penny to learn more about what he loves.

" Penny dances ! Penny is so happy !"

Well, just make sure he has the dance floor to himself, as you wouldn't want any of the slashers to receive a slap or a kick on accident..He doesn't really care about the music, as long as he can dance on it.

Dance ? What is dance ? When he sees you and the other slashers dance, it makes him think of those teenagers at Crystal lake. He is not too fond of dancing. He will however stare at you and sometimes, even nod his head up and down with the music if he likes it. But, if you try to make him dance with the others ? He will freeze. He is not used to dancing and never cared enough to learn. For a long time, it had only been his mother and him, therefore he hasn't had the chance to make friends or open up enough to dance at parties. He likes watching though. Most of the time, he will stay with Five or Michael, the only ones to understand his predicament. Plus, he doesn't know or understand most of the songs you're playing. He tried to ask you what they meant, but most of the words you used to answer him only made him more confused. Love ? Hope ? Loss ? He doesn't understand them. However, he does understand grief and sorrow. Those are feeling he can relate with as he felt them when he lost his father. When a sad song comes in, he will pay more attention and feel a tug in his chest.

" My boy. You have to live your life as you intended. Don't let anyone tell you what you should or shouldn't feel. One day, the ones who bullied you and called you names will see how amazing you truly are."

The words of his father echo in his head as he listens to the music. He has nearly forgotten about his face, but his voice is still with him, advising him wherever he goes. He just never took the time to listen to him until now. He always thought that his mother was everything he needed, that she was the only one who loved him, but maybe was he wrong after all ? Maybe other people could accept him ?

*internal panic*

He knows how to dance, that's not the problem. It's just that it's been so long that he's afraid he's gotten a bit rusty. This is why you will most likely find him hidden in a corner, watching over you all. At this point, he is more likely to play the role of the quiet big brother who is making sure none of his siblings accidently hurt themselves or have too much to drink. However, if you really insist, he will try to enter the game and make a few tentative steps on the dance floor. But, dont expect too much of him. He is embarrassed enough as it is. However, he will help in the kitchen if you need to bake something of prepare some snacks for the slashers. Another thing to know about Michael, is that unlike Jason that doesn't mind raising his mask a little to eat or drink, Michael will prefer to wait until everybody is gone or asleep before letting himself do the same. He is very keen on his mask and doesn't want anyone to see him without it. So, maybe prepare a little space away from prying eyes for him to have intimacy ? As for the music, he doesn't mind. Everything is fine with him.

Unlike Penny, Pennywise is not that much of a dancer. Penny is a dancing clown, Pennywise is a grouchy clown. He would rather be sarcastic all evening than partaking in the fun. However, something that he is good at is inflating balloons. He will help organize the party and will try to entertain Penny as much as he can. Pennywise may not be a dancing clown, but he cares about Penny. Penny is the closest to family he has left, and even though he would never admit it, he would do anything for him. He is protective of him and if it meant making Penny happy ? He wouldn't mind playing the clown for a night.

" Stop looking at me like that. I'm not gonna dance. You can't make me. Invite Penny instead. He's far more excited to make a fool of himself than me.."

He would reply when you invite him to dance. He doesn't care about the songs, as long as they don't have any curses in them. He loves cursing, but he doesn't want Penny to follow his example. He wants him to keep the little innocence he has left.

(couldn't find a gif with Five, so imagine it's Five in the second gif.)

He will not dance. Not even if you beg him. He will be happy if you leave him alone with the drinks. He will mostly stay with Michael and drown his bad mood in alcool and most likely complain.

"Goddammit. Can't we have decent whiskey in here ?!"

However, if you really insist and he has enough alcool in his system ? He may follow you and make some moves on the dance floor. Maybe.

" I swear you all suck. It seems I'll have to step up to level the game. It's not because I'm having fun or I like any of you, it's just because you bunch of idiots can't differentiate good dancing and monkey dancing."

Five got many classes on how to be the perfect spy while being trained. Let's say that there were some more enjoyable classes than others. He knows how to dance as a result and will steal the dancefloor when given the chance.

[duckugou]

the blood on our hands

bakugou x gn!reader

aged up!

cw: a n g s t as hell. comfort. cursing, mentions of drinking, smoking, etc. alluding to depression and anxiety. dealing with trauma of missions and losing people. a ton of mentions of blood

this is a heavy topic in the hero universe i imagine- and generally in the mental health world of it all.

lyrics are from purple flowers by ande estrella which hold a very important meaning that has nothing to do with this- they just worked with the story. But fr go listen to it bc its so good.

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!

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reality is heavy and loud

Spacing out was more than being distracted to Y/n. Being a young hero meant stressful situations, overbearing management, tight spaces, stuffy meetings, and so much... blood. It takes a toll on a young person. Of course they wanted to be a hero- wouldn't chose anything else. They grin and bear this shit for a reason- to save and help people.

But god, who saves the heros?

but white has the privilege of washing machines to wash out the stains from their comfortable jeans

Some nights, after wrap-up meetings, everything was a bit too heavy. The usual group of friends and young heroes would choose someone's house to go to in order to destress.

For some, that was smoking. For some, it was drinking, video games, napping, venting, sitting outside alone yet with company. And for some it was merely listening to everyone else.

Not having to make a decision. Not having to be responsible. That's what y/n picked every time.

Bakugou would always notice them alone in the corner of the room. They were the one to come up with destress gatherings after hard missions. Bakugou knew it was so they wouldn't be alone with their thoughts. That's why he would always step in at times like as get them to talk, so those thoughts dont stay trapped in their head.

"Hey." Bakugou muttered, sitting on the floor next to y/n in Denkis apartment.

"Hey."

"You good, dude?" Bakugou asked with genuine concern.

He was always a bit nicer to Y/n. Nobody knew why, yet everyone knew why. They both were fragile and chose to hide it during the day, being strong around others to not raise red flags.

"I'm okay...just. That one was bad. I almost lost that kid. Like she almost fucking- died in my arms." Y/n choked out.

"Hey hey hey, its okay. You got her to the ambulance in time. You did that shit. You always do. You're the best in the game at comforting little twerps." Bakugou attempted to comfort them- somewhat succeeding and holding their head against his chest.

One time, Y/n mentioned that they held kids against their chest during rescues to calm their heartbeat. "If you listen to a calmer heartbeat, you're more likely to try to match it and slow your own down." Of course you wouldn't think Y/n would be able to have a calm heartbeat during a rescue, but they are very talented at controlling their nerves. Part of being a hero.

wiping the blood off their hands to their thighs, wearing the blood of the people who've died

Y/n subconsciously calmed down a bit, Bakugou's ability to remember every word that drips off of Y/n's lips paying off.

"I know. I just can't stop...thinking about everyone I've- we've lost. Its so unfair."

"I know. Hey, you have- uh. Lets go to the bathroom." Bakugou noticed a smudge of blood on Y/n's face and a bit on their hands. Cleaning up was the last thing on their mind earlier on.

"Ok."

Taking each other's hands, they walked into the bathroom. Bakugou sat Y/n on the counter, turning on the sink and grabbing a cloth.

"O-oh god. Thats fucking blood. I thought I washed my h-hands." Y/n began panicking, causing Bakugou to put their hands under the water with soap, washing it all off for them.

Tears mixed with the water from the sink and Bakugou stayed silent. Wiping their face, Bakugou looked into Y/n's eyes. These two have just always known.

They know what people can hide. What secret messages the body language of a person can hold. And he let them grip onto the back of his shirt as he held them in his arms, Y/n not being able to cry anymore and just breathing in his scent from his shoulder.

but dont let the purple flowers fool you

"Listen. We're going to get through this one. I know its hard on you- all of the families involved. But you- we saved them. We're all here for each other right? I'm here for you." Bakugou pulls Y/n back a little to look into their eyes. "You are the strongest one here. I know it fucking hurts. I know it is so...scary-" He sniffles a little, letting his own emotions take over. Something only he did when they were alone together. "- but we're heroes. And human. We are allowed to feel pain and sadness and disappointment- but we're heroes for a reason, right? We can handle this shit."

"I know we can. We always have. Just... promise you'll never leave me?"

"Youre so stupid. I've been more careful lately." He scoffs, wiping tears from his face. He of course knew that Y/n was referring to a few weeks ago when Bakugou got too caught up in the mission and was almost crushed by debris. He was pulled away in time by a fellow hero but it still opened his eyes, as well as Y/n, to how fragile they are, even if they are the heroes.

"I know Kats, but please. You're my rock in here. You're my person." Y/n says looking into his eyes.

"And you're my person. I can't leave you behind. You wouldn't know what to do without me here." Bakugou chuckles, earning a shove from Y/n.

"Katsuki." Y/n starts, holding his hands in their own.

"Yeah." He sighs.

"I don't speak lightly of feelings, you know that right?"

"Of course I know that. You don't talk much about those to anyone-"

"Except you." They interrupt Bakugou, reminding him of the importance of their unspoken bond and making his heart race.

"Yeah."

"Then you'll know how hard it is for me to say this. But- Katsuki I think I love you. I know we aren't super affectionate outside of being alone but- I've never felt what I feel with you before. I understand if you don't feel the same way and if this was all just because you felt bad but I needed to tell you that because you're really important and this is very import-"

Bakugou, in the most cliche turn of events, cuts Y/n off with a kiss to shut them up.

Pulling away, Bakugou rests his forehead on Y/n's .

"I love you too. I thought that was obvious when I never stopped you from saying my first name, idiot." He chuckles lightly.

"I kinda figured you at least liked me-"

"I'm going to keep you safe forever. That means physically and emotionally. No more hiding any feelings from me just because there are people around. Pull me aside. Hold me if you need or want to- I dont care if the whole world sees that. But just- fuck Y/n. I know you feel fragile. I know what it's like to be scared and hide it. I'm your diary now, ok? Always."

"Thank you...Katsuki. Fuck. You're everything I've ever needed. Plus youre kinda cute too I suppose." Y/n giggles.

"Oi fuck off." Bakugou kisses them again, relieved that he can finally be himself with Y/n, that he has them finally.

"I'm your diary too them, okay? I mean it. Anything, any time, say the word." Y/n says lightly, squeezing Bakugou's hand.

"Fuck. I love you."

"I love you too. I love how that sounds coming from you by the way."

"Me the fuck too-" Bakugou was interrupted by a loud yelling-

"I GOTTA PISSSSSS" followed by banging on the door.

"MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T DRINK SO FAST THEN LIGHT WEIGHT!" Bakugou responds, recognizing the voice of Denki.

"DONT MAKE FUN OF MEEEE I'LL LAUGH AND PEE MYSELF" Denki whined.

"Let's go, angel." Bakugou whispers into Y/n's hair, kissing them on the head and helping them off of the counter.

[sunarintoes]

Synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō - who happens to be a close friend of Yn, invites them to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his is… illegal. Follow the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with one goal: to create an eco friendly race car!

WC: 1.1K

Pairings: Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Kiyoko x reader (not poly)

masterlist

My Dear Friend

‘Oi Shittykawa! Stop spacing out, we’re about to go in an important race.’ Oikawa stays still and refuses to acknowledge Iwaizumi’s presence. Iwaizumi sighs, ‘dont race. Your head hasn’t been in it the past month, it's too risky to race in the streets when you don't have a clear mind.’

‘Im fine-’

‘No youre not! You haven't improved one bit over the last month, you're more cunning than usual and to top it off you've been sleeping with every girl and guy that’s thrown themselves at you. You're going to get an STD if you're not careful.’

‘I don't need you looking out for me like I'm some trouble prone child.’

Iwaizumi clenches his fists. ‘I'm your best friend you piece of shit! That's exactly what I'm supposed to do!’ he shouts, headbutting Oikawa. ‘Don't you understand- what's wrong! We promised each other not to keep secrets!’

‘I'm not keeping secrets per se.’

‘But you're hiding something.’

Oikawa and Iwaizumi stop and stare at each other, ‘it has something to do with Yn doesn't it?’

‘No!’ He begins but is interrupted by a coughing fit, ‘sorry, choked on some spit.’

Iwaizumi sighs and sits down next to Oikawa, ‘a month ago I spent the day with Yn before they rushed off somewhere in a panic. You didn't come back to the apartment until one in the morning or so and you were piss drunk. You had two girls with you as well. Since then Yn hasn’t spent much time with me - not that they really did beforehand but at least before they did not avoid me. Doesn't help that they’re back with her ex.’

Oikawa’s eyes widened at this, ‘back with their ex?’

‘Yeah. It hurts man.’

‘Oh… I'm sorry.’ 

‘Don't be, not your fault. I guess the timing just wasn't right.’

‘You're going to give up just like that?’

‘I guess.’

‘That lame.’

‘You’re lame.’

‘Not as lame as you, coward.’

Iwaizumi tackles Oikawa to the ground, ‘what am I supposed to do? Ruin her relationship?’

‘Yes! Well no, but don't give up. She seemed pretty hesitant to get back with her ex- I’m sorry Iwa, this is my fault.’

Iwaizumi pauses and sits back up, realising that Oikawa is being serious for once in his life. ‘How do you know that, what makes you sorry?’

Oikawa takes a deep breath in and out. ‘Yn and I are- were strangers before I cut it off and we discussed things between us while still remaining somewhat emotionally distant-’ he pauses, ‘to put it simply, they caught me in the middle of a breakdown and they consoled me and took me out for a drink. Non alcoholic of course. That night we made a deal to become strangers with benefits - we confide in each other and spend time with each other without being friends or falling in love and all that,’ not that that really worked Oikawa muses in his head.

‘So you and Yn are friends?’

‘No, we never were and never will be. We were strangers. Hence the use of past tense Iwa-pooh.’

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, ‘so you were strangers that acted like friends. What happened?’

Oikawa looks down and hugs his knees closer, ‘it's my fault, she came late to our meet up and I got angry, I… I had so many feelings bottled up and I took my anger out on her and it's too late to repair it and I’m a horrible person Iwa. Oh my god, I really am a bad person. What am I doing here? I- I need to leave, I’m toxic to this environment, I’m toxic to you Iwa-’

‘Stop it. Oikawa you're human! Humans make mistakes. You just made a mistake but you can fix it if you explain and apologise. I know how much you're suffering and I've never understood why you can't just tell me about your problems,’ he shifts to a softer tone, ‘but at least you're learning now, well done bud.’ He pats Oikawa on the back. ‘I’m proud of you, you’re finally telling me what's on your mind - like what best friends do.’

There are so many questions Iwaizumi has for him but he knows Oikawa is too fragile at the moment and he doesn't want to scare him off so he stays silent, offering support through the soothing motion of his hand rubbing in circles along Oikawa’s back.

When Oikawa calms down, Iwaizumi still continues to rub his back. ‘I'm not crying anymore, you don't have to do this,’ but one look at Iwaizumi tells Oikawa he is no longer doing this to comfort him, but to comfort himself. 

Iwaizumi has tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and appears to be doing everything to keep them contained.

‘Iwa-pooh,’ Oikawa sighs as he brings his own arm up to repeat the rubbing motion on his friend’s back. ‘You know it's not good to bottle up your emotions. It's your turn to be vulnerable now. Come on, let it out… there, there, it will all be better soon.’

‘I'm just... worried for you and heartbroken I guess.’

‘My my, what a lovely friend you are. No point worrying about me, I'm an adult. I can handle things myself.’

‘No you can't, you're immature.’

‘Lalalalala~ I can't hear you!’

‘This is exactly what I mean!’

‘Listen up Iwa-pooh, let's get your date back.’

‘I've already told you they’re back with her ex, idiot.’

‘Oh yeah I heard but I don't care. Let's break them up-’

‘No! Oikawa you shitty bastard we’re not doing that.’

‘Tch, why not?’

Iwaizumi sighs, ‘because we're not bad people. If it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be.’

‘Fine, I guess I'll just get her back as my friend then.’

‘So you admit it? You are friends-’

‘No! No! No! A hundred times no! That was a mistake I didn't mean to say. Besides looking at the time, the race is going to start in ten or so. See ya!’

[slasherkisss]

I've read over the rules and see that you dont have a character limit so i'll try no to go overboard; i'd like to ask for headcanons for trapper, spirit, huntress and legion (if its too many just pick frank and whoever) seeing their pre-entity s/o as a survivor in one of their trials. As in, the first time the killers see s/o in the entity's realm is during their trial. I'm sorry if its a little confusing

[ye i just kind of write with the list i’m given i don’t mind however many I write for so long as its like not. Every slasher on my list or something lmao. I can do these guys sure tho, I’ll only do Frank for The Legion due to some personal standards/reasons for writing the other Legions]

DBD Killers Seeing Their S/O in a Trial

Evan Macmillan/The Trapper

He sees you before you see him, and his entire body freezes

Your eyes so wide and terrified as you look around, trembling and crouching as you try to escape the killer you don’t know the identity of

His breath comes fast and it is full of rage, angry at the Entity for bringing you into this hellscape of all people. You didn’t deserve what this world would do to you

But you were his s/o, and he knew that you could handle yourself

Would likely still go after you. The realm of the Entity and the sacrifices is his job. He will do his job to completion and nothing will stop his mindset. he’s a hard man to change.

He saves you for last, though, and when he finds you trapped in a bear trap on the floor, sobbing, he reaches out and strokes your cheek.

You recognize the eyes behind the mask. The massive form you had grown familiar with and you can’t help but whimper.

“Evan...?”

He gruffly nods his answer and picks you up. He carries you bridal style instead of over his shoulder. Likely takes a moment in walking to kind of just explain what everything is to you if you don’t already know.

If you try to get him to let you go, he won’t

He’ll just kill you and lower you on hooks far more gently than the other survivors. He’ll make sure you feel as little pain as possible

Though he still sacrifices you, he will go to other killers and make it very VERY crystal clear to them that if any of them even touch you, he will not hesitate to snap their necks and rip their hearts out with his own hands. You are HIS and NO ONE ELSES in this world. 

If he can take you from the survivor’s outpost between games then he will and you stay in the Macmillan estate with him, whether you like it or not. 

Rin Yamaoka/The Spirit

She thinks she’s hallucinating. That it’s just a voice or image in the back of her mind. It’s nothing

When she gets closer to you and realizes that it’s you, however, she freezes in her attack

Her face goes from full of rage to shocked and almost ashamed in an instant

You’re terrified for a few moments before you see her cover her eyes, turning away from you as she sobs and it clicks in your head

You go out and touch her shoulder, making her flinch

“... Rin?”

She looks towards you and her face is pained.

She never wanted you to see her like this. So full of anger and so destroyed as she was. She would have never asked for this life for you and she tells you all of that through tears

If you accept her and hug her, she’ll hug you back, crying with you until you both have to go

Will spare you in most trials and let you sneak through a trap door, no matter what the Entity does to punish her. You’re the one thing in this world now that reminds her of who she used to be and she’s not letting you get hurt in any way. 

Anna/The Huntress

She’s confused when she first sees you. You weren’t supposed to be here.

Follows you in her normal manner, humming and observing you as you run fleeing from her. You were prey too now, right?

Similar to Evan, she’ll treat you like her target, still, but she will do it gently and out of love.

When she corners you and picks you up, you recognize her hair and the soft smile that spreads beneath the edges of her mask.

“A-Anna! What are you doing here? I’m-”

She’ll kiss you, soft and careful and beautifully. It’ll take your breath away as she does so, giving herself one last perfect taste of you. Whispering about how she missed you. How happy she is to have you here with her.

If you are happy to see her too then she smiles, grateful that you love her still.

If you aren’t, well, she’ll be hurt but kind of understand. She is trying to kill you, after all, she just wished that you’d have more faith in her.

After she kisses you she kills you, sacrificing you or stabbing you to make sure that you can’t get away.

Before you are fully sacrificed she always does the same thing. She hums, strokes your cheek, and kisses you again, murmuring sweet nicknames in Russian to you as you disappear before her eyes.

It hurts to see you go, but, she’s comforted by the fact that you’ll be back eventually with her. And you can both have so much more fun playing again in the future.

100% brags about you to other killers though and, if she takes you from the survivor outpost, will kind of just hold you up like ‘THIS IS MY S/O THEY ARE SO GOOD AND I LOVE THEM! IF YOU TOUCH THEM I’LL BREAK YOUR FINGERS!’

They listen to her. 

Frank Morrison/The Legion

Oh holy fuck it’s you! Babe!!!

Is the one who would just kind of drop whatever he’s doing or whatever other survivor he’s toying with to sneak up on you

Sneaks around and fucks with you, making you even more terrified in the situation your in before popping up behind you and grabbing your waist

He drags you off and pins you to a nearby building, holding you down until you stop squirming enough for him to pull off his mask

His shit eating grin isn’t a surprise and, somehow, you’re not all that shocked that he’s a killer in this world.

If you accept it and reprimand him for scaring you like that, he’ll laugh and go in for a kiss, murmuring about how he’s missed you and how he’s so happy you’re okay

“None of those other fuckers will ever hurt you, babe, I promise. I’ll stab em before they stab you.”

If you act afraid of him and push him away, complaining that this isn’t the man you fell in love with, he’ll frown darkly and hold you closer. His grip will burn and hurt as he leaned forward

“What are you talking about?” His grin is more wicked and dark than before, “This’s always been me, baby... Maybe you just didn’t get a good enough look.”

Stabs you and sacrifices you with a dark look on his face. If you hate him from then on, fine, but he won’t give you any mercy because of it. He’s a vindictive man and it shows any time you’re stuck with him.

[someone1348]

This was a request from @amintyworld i hope you enjoy!

People in this: Philza and Technoblade

Theme: a bit of angst/ Fluff

Tw: a small bit of anxiety mentioned

Plot: Phil and Techno origins!

Bby tech haha! Anyways enjoy everyone!!

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His Winged Hero

That night the wind had picked up and the rain came and left in small patterns. Trenching through the grassy plains a small piglin hybrid entered the land of the smp.

He had been trecking on his own for quite sometime. A small trenchcoat for an outfit and some materials he had picked up after some mob explosions or chests. He was trying to find somewhere to stay it didn't even need to be home he just needed a place.

The mosters were starting to arrive so he got out his wood sword and kept gaurd

That sword had gotten him this far, he could do this. He kept a level head and continued forward dodging arrows from skeletons and bolting from the zombies.

On the way he killed a few spiders and made break for it for more wood and materials.

He turned a bit to late, he had been cornered by hordes of mobs all out for blood. With little to no experience he held out his tiny almost broken wooden sword in one hand and hid himself with the other, trembling in the corner he can hear his own heartbeat.

A quick slash sound of a sword and the kid opened an eyes, a man only a silhouette with gigantic feathers coming out either side of his back.

After the mobs were eliminated he turned and gently picked up the child wrapping his wings around the piglin to keep him dry.

"Lets go"

The voice spoke.

The kids eyes wided, he was speechless. The man's accent was prominent and the tone was almost out of breath but it was comforting to the boy.

He wrapped himself closer to the mans chest, "its okay, i got cha' kiddo"

A small tear escaped his eye, the kid had no idea why he was crying, so many emotions at once but he didn't mind.

"We're here kid, let's get you cleaned and dryed off"

The small one nodded as the man whipped a tear off his face

"Its okay kiddo, you're safe now"

He nodded again

"Do you have a family or a home we can get you back to?"

He stayed silent shaking his head.

"Got it, well then this is your home now"

He took the kids hand and ran him a small bath cleaning his scrapes and getting him some water.

After the bath and new clothes the man gave the piglin a feast. He looked hungry.

"Its for you bud, eat up" he softly smiled down at him

All he could do was nod and eat up, his smile increased after he got a good meal and burped causing the two of them to giggle a bit.

"Sorry" the young one spoke up

This caused the olders soft smile to grow

"Its okay bud" he gently patted the boys head, "you got a name mate?"

"Technoblade"

"What a wonderful name, im Philza or Phil since that's easier"

Techno smiled

"Ph-Philza!"

Phil laughed "good job buddy" he took the child into his arms again, "Time for bed tech"

He nodded even if he wanted to protest. Phil tucked him in and let him drift off soundly

-3 years after-

"HIYAAA!"

"Woooah there tech, you swing it away from me"

"But I've been practicing"

"Yes i know but practice on the dummy not me"

"But i am practicing on the dummy" Techno smirked at his own comment

"Oh kay thats it!" He scooped the kiddo in his arms and tickled his stomach a bit with his wings

"Noooohoohoho! Dahadza!"

Phil giggled and put the kid down

"Thats what you get for that comment buddy you better watch your mouth and that sword tech or I'll get cha' again" He joked with him shoving his head alittle as the smaller one giggled and went back to practice.

-Some time after-

Phil and tech had fought many battles together and he was ready for anything.

Soon enough willbur joined their family household and time after that tommy. They acted as siblings would, fighting over little things, stealing each others stuff, bullying each other out of love, plenty of ups and downs but they were a family, his family

Techno was all grown up and phil couldn't be prouder of how far he had come. Sure he didn't agree with everything Technoblade did but he was his kid and he'd be proud of that fact no matter what.

Their family was close, it was family

After many tragedies they all still had each other and thats what mattered most to this crazy group.

After a day of mining and phil was getting attacked by a baby zombie,

"PHILZAAAAA LOOK OUTTTTTTTT!!!!"

Techno jumped into action killing the small zombie as phil laughed a bit.

"Thank you Techno" he nodded with respect as they kept adventuring together techno looked at him at smiled thinking back to that day phil saved him.

"What you lookin' at hmm?" Phil teased with his signature smug tone

"Notin' " Techno scoffed and looked away jokingly

Phil giggled "okay tech" he rolled his eyes smiling

"Lets go back, its getting late and i dont trust will alone with tommy" Phil joked as they both laughed going back.

Walking in the door they were greated with a signature chaotic buzzing of both arguing to phil.

"Alright Alright one at a time now boys" Phil said leading them further inside the house

'Yep, this is home, my home, my family and my winged hero, that you philza minecraft i own you my life'

He smiled as tommy hid behind him

"TECHNO HELP HE'S GONNA KILL ME!"

"let me at him phil! Come here you little!! gremlin!!"

He sighed smiling 'yep, home'

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The enddd! I hope you all enjoyedd! More to come when i can get to it! :]

-K