#he’d be too worried about needing to have them fixed lmao

[tallytals]

dazai would be so miserable with braces it is actually hilarious. could you imagine the process of getting them tightened once every couple weeks. or if he had to wear rubber bands. do you guys hear me he’d look like this at the end of every appointment

[helluvapoison]

Hey hey !

Can I request a part 2 of Adam and Lucifer being romantic rivals ? Ending in a threesome maybe ? I'm dying to read an Adam x reader x Lucifer smut lmao

I'm sure they would still fight about who is pleasuring y/n better lol

Thanks ! And take this : 💐 !

three’s a crowd if you’re a coward

[i], [ii]

Adam x Reader x Lucifer (NSFW)

18+ /only beyond this point!

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• Considering you had the two of them wrapped around your finger… this was destined to happen– and there was no lying your way out of this one, you wanted it to happen too

• They didn’t need to like each other. Just you, if they wanted it to work. Lord have mercy, did they ever

• “I don’t think he’ll be a problem for me,” Lucifer chuckles then drops a kiss on the back of your hand

Adam bristles, glaring at him with a tight smile as he grabs your other hand and kisses your wrist, “Yeah? You’ll be even less of a problem for me, shorty!”

• Like it never ended, which it didn’t, the rivalry and bickering started all over again. What one said, the other would counter placing kisses higher and higher up your arms

“This is exactly what I was worried abo–out!” Your voice jumped to a squeak when one of them, your guess was Adam, bit your neck, “That’s it! Both of you sit!”

• Simultaneously, they dropped to their knees on the ground and looked up at you. Not exactly what you had in mind but not a bad look for them either. Adam seemed a tad unsure of himself in this position, glancing Lucifer who was fidgeting and deliberately avoiding facing either of you

“For fucks sake,” Adam snickered, “don’t tell me you have a boner—“

“Shut it,” You snapped at him, “I’m serious, if you guys want this to work I cannot deal with anymore fighting! And-And no biting so high!”

You didn’t particularly care about the latter one way or the other, you were merely riding this power high

“So… bite lower?” Lucifer asks eagerly, his crimson eyes the size of pinpricks

• Destined, I tell you

• Reduced to a moaning disaster, Adam stood in front of you, cradling your jaw and rocking his dick into your drooling mouth. Every time your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, his hips would stutter and he’d push your limits, earning a swat to his thigh. He’d stutter out a, “s-sorry, babe,” and force himself still

• Lucifer was fairing no better. He came in you twice already, sobbing from overstimulation. How could he not!? Kneeling over him, bouncing on his cock while he dug his claws into your hips like a lifeline. “C-Can’t. Please, fuck, I can’t,” he whined against your skin

• You had no choice but to change positions for him. You were almost disappointed Lucifer had to tap out when he slithered underneath you and pulled your down onto his face. Forked tongue deep inside you, cleaning up the mess he made had you moaning around Adam’s dick

• “Shit, ‘m gonna cum—“

Lucifer pulled away just enough to let his snarky comment be heard, “So soon?”

“Motherf-f-fucker! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

• Desperate not to let Lucifer ruin his orgasm, Adam pulled your hair, effectively tugging you closer to him and away from the other. He grunted out many more swears amongst your name, filling your mouth with his load

• Lucifer would later declare he was acting selflessly, in your best interest when he guided you back onto his tongue and drove you over the edge a final time

• Adam fixed your hair and brought you water

• Lucifer took a damp rag and cleaned you up

• They both doted on you, delivered praise in their own ways, dressing you with clothes that didn’t match. Maybe they didn’t realize they were working together but it was possible! And that made you feel much, much better about your decision

• They absolutely bickered about who made you moan louder later as you slept between them. Lucifer snuggled into your chest while Adam brought you into his, keeping an arm around your waist

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ UNO REVERSO! TAKE THIS 🍫 because you’re so sweet! enjoy!

[minkkumaz]

FISH OUT OF WATER

your gentle boyfriend left you to care for his most beloved fish, along with the tank he's worked on for awhile. but when you tip over the tank, completely shattering all of his work, he snaps.

PAIRING kim leehan x fem!reader WC 1.6k TAGS angst. fighting. blood mention. cutting yourself on glass by accident. jaehyun showing his leader qualities LMAO. OMI NOTE this setup is so cute considering the heart wrenching angst you are all about to read wink wink.

leehan had always been an extraordinary boyfriend to you. he was often calm and gentle, while still loving you to his hearts extent. when saying he would walk across the world for you, you know he would without any hesitation.

but another thing about him was that he was quite practical. dwelling on things wasn’t his forte, and he often wanted to come up with solutions as soon as possible. many people relied on him, so he had to be able to deliver an answer immediately.

whenever you did something wrong, or there was a miscommunication, he’d try to reach out and fix it immediately. this is what kept things between the two of you whole. leehan was truly your missing piece. you’ve never caught him in a bad moment.

one of leehan’s many interests was fish. in particular, decorating tanks and caring for the cute aquatic creatures. you thought it was adorable, and have always encouraged it. so while he was away for the weekend to shoot for his groups jacket shoot, he trusted you to care for his corydora.

the instructions he gave you were very detailed, but just came down to simply feeding them everyday. you knew how important it was that his fish was taken care of properly, so you followed to the best of your ability.

everything was smooth sailing for the weekend. a happy and healthy little corydora swam around freely in it’s habitat. you truly admired how beautiful leehan made the fish tank look. he had worked on this one in specific for a long time, gathering all the right materials from good sources to ultimately pull together something beautiful.

when the night that he would be coming home rolled around, you were in a rush home from your classes. feeding the fish completely slipped your mind, so now you were racing to get home before leehan. there was a chance that it still had leftover food hiding in the sand, but you couldn’t be too sure.

as soon as you jammed your key into the door, opening up to an empty apartment, you sighed with relief. sliding off your shoes and placing your bag by the door, you approached the tank with heavy breaths. 

you had left the container of food on the lid of the tank, so you quickly grabbed a little stepstool in order to reach it. lee was giant, so it was normal that you needed a little bit of assistance when doing tasks he’d normally do.

but with your recklessness, the stool folded back underneath you, making you stumble forward. in a failed attempt to save yourself, the entire tank shattered from impact

you fell, barely avoiding the broken glass that slid across the floor from the heavy flow of water everywhere. all of the greenery and sand within the tank scattered everywhere. and to your dismay, the poor fish flopped around helplessly in the middle of it all.

panic washed over you as you scrambled to get the fish back into water. your side hurt like hell and there was probably a little bit of glass stuck to your sweater, but that was the least of your worries. all of leehan’s hard work entrusted to you, and for what?

when you heard footsteps towards the door you almost wanted to start crying. you picked around the floor, pushing the glass away from the corydora to pick it up safely. safely in the palm of your hand, you sprinted to the kitchen to get it in a cup of water. 

the doorknob twisted loudly, the glass you held shakily in your hand was halfway full. after hearing a suitcase roll in and a call for your name, you plopped the fish inside the cup and came out to greet leehan with dread.

“leehan i’m so sorry i can explain!” you heaved, placing the fish down in a table.

“oh my gosh y/n, what the hell happened?” he had a shocked expression on his face, hand slightly covering his gaping mouth.

“i– i forgot to feed the fish so i ran home and–”

“you forgot to feed my fish? are you serious? i barely left you for a couple days y/n!” he didn’t normally yell, but thats the only thing he could express right now. 

“i know! trust me i’ve been doing it lee but it was just this one time and when i went to grab the stepstool i fell and the whole tank toppled over!” you cried out trying to explain.

“i worked so hard on that tank for months, how could you be so careless?” his words stung your heart, you finally let the tears flow.

“leehan i said i was sorry…” you choke, wiping your face with the hand that wasn’t slightly blood stained.

“fuck, did you even care? was it on purpose?” he groaned, tearing up a little also.

“of course i didn’t do it on purpose i swear it was an accident.”

“give me the fish, i have a spare tank at the dorms. i can’t stay here with you tonight.” he mumbled, grabbing the cup and leaving before you could say anything more.

the silence in your shared apartment was now more deafening than ever. all you could do was cry. this was all your fault, if you hadn’t stupidly forgot to feed his fish and rush home. you soon realized there was a much bigger mess that you needed to clean, so you got to work to distract yourself.

your tears mixed with the tank water as you kneeled to pick up all of the glass, too numb to pay any attention to the small cuts it was leaving. except as a much larger piece gashed through your skin you finally got worried.

“fuck fuck– fuck!” you whimpered, running to the bathroom to run your hand under the sink. it made you much more aware of how hurt your hands got in the whole process of cleaning. what made it worse is that you had no bandages, and you obviously couldn’t contact leehan right now.

the scene from before replayed in your head at the thought of him, making your heart ache. you were sure he didn’t mean it, but there was another part of you that believed he did. 

with that, you called jaehyun to tell him everything, still sobbing on the other side. he came to you as fast as he could with bandages. you made him promise not to tell leehan anything, though he really wanted to.

“jeez y/n, i’ve never heard leehan do anything like that.” he sat next to you on the floor of your bathroom, wrapping up your hands lightly.

“did you see him at the dorms?” you mutter.

“not really, i left before he came in.”

“okay.. thank you jaehyun.” you pull away, examining the bandages on your hand.”

“anytime y/n. but i really think you should let me tell him if you aren’t going to yourself.” he sighed.

“i’m just a little scared i don’t know.. it was my fault the tank shattered.”

“but you didn’t mean to! i’m sure he’s just frustrated right now i mean– he cares more about those fish than himself.” jaehyun noted making you laugh.

“i guess you’re right. you can text him. i’ll try to mentally prepare myself.”

“great. i’ll go clean up the fish tank for you real quick and by the time i’m done he’ll probably be on his way.” he smiled at you, making his way out and down the hall. the sound of glass hitting a dust - pan filled your ears.

you went to your room and sat still for awhile, unable to comprehend what happened in the past hour and a half. you missed leehan so much. the spot in bed that was usually filled by a warm body was cold. he didn’t come home as quick as jaehyun said he was, so you let yourself fall asleep with tear stained pillows. 

it was late when the door opened and leehan came rushing to the bedroom. you were sound asleep, cuddled into a bundle of pillows. he found you cute like this, but it was different when his last interaction with you was a bad one.

“y/n, my love.” he whispered, shaking your side. 

“lee?” you stirred awake, blinking away sleep to look at him.

“love i am so so sorry, i really am.” he stroked the side of your face as you leaned yourself up on your elbow.

“i’m so sorry about your fish tank, it really was an accident.” you weep, clutching onto the sleeve of his sweater, before catching your mistake and wincing.

“baby… your hands. i shouldn’t of left you like that to clean it all up i am so sorry. i take full accountability for leaving you in such distress.”

“it’s okay, i was just so worried you’d leave. we always talk things out when things go bad…” he wipes the tears falling from your face.

“i have no idea what came over me, but that’s not an excuse. i was rude and immature. i could’ve been way more understanding about things.” he exhaled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders, “of course i was angry, but that didn’t excuse any of the things i said about you. i don’t want to lose such a precious girl.”

“thank you…”

leehan takes your hands, placing soft kisses over the bandages, before letting his lips attach yours. it was gentle, something you were much more used to.

“my little corydora is okay, so don’t even worry. at least i’ll have another tank to busy myself with.” he said, going over to crawl towards his side of the bed and give you a much deserved cuddle.

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[atlasofthestaars]

[MK X READER] New Era - Chapter .007

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NOTE:  Lots of fluff this time, hope you enjoyed! I uh, hurried to get this out before my work LMAO

Time for yet another poll this time about Kitana! These should be stopping soon, but I want to cram these all in before the Outworld Tourney arc so I can plan it out properly! 

As usual leave your thoughts, and I will be taking them into consideration up until a week after this chapter, aka when the tumblr poll ends.

About three chapters left of original content before rejoining with the main plot! I don’t think there are many other characters that people are interested in polling for after Kitana and Havik, but just know that chapter 10 is probably the last time I will accepting asks for love interests since by then I do want to cement how the characters will interact with the reader before we head off to Outworld.

FROM THE EYES OF ONE WHO GETS A LITTLE CLOSER WITH OTHERS

Turns out that movie night is what you needed.

It didn’t fix all your problems, certainly not. If only it did. You still struggle with sleeping still. You aren’t certain how you were able to fall asleep so easily in that room, but you weren’t able to fall asleep quite as nicely afterwards.

You still worry and struggle to relax, and you weren’t certain if you were going to ever find a permanent solution to that. But you were inspired by Johnny to take up more activities to help loosen up more. You began to cook more, trying to chase the perfection that was Madam Bo’s cooking from the recipes that she had taught you. 

You ended up cooking more than you often needed, and outside of meal times, you were often too embarrassed to ask Liu Kang to help eat the food. You weren’t even certain if the fire god even enjoyed eating, or ate to simply accompany you so you did not eat alone. You always wondered that, but found it to be too awkward of a question to ask. Plus, he seemed happy enough to eat your cooking.

Nevertheless, you had a surplus of food that you could not throw away, so you thought of a different solution.

“You don’t have to give me this.” Kenshi said, a look of confusion on his face as you handed him a neatly packed box of food. It was still warm and you could faintly smell the goodness that was inside. Despite his words, you held it out to him insistently to the point where he took the food into his hands, a confused look on his face. 

“No, no I insist!” You say, brushing it off. “I’ve recently taken up cooking as a hobby again, so I’ve been cooking more than I usually do.” You explained, crossing your arms so the man could not hand back the food you had given him. “I don’t want food to go to waste, so I insist, really. Plus, I figured you’d be someone who would help critique me on what I need to improve.”

“Wouldn’t Kung Lao be better for this?” Kenshi inquired, though he did not look as against the situation as he originally did. He lifted the box up slightly, trying to examine the pristine way you had wrapped and packed the food. “He’s the one who likes food the best out of all of us.”

“He enjoys any food, he’d just eat it and compliment me to see if he could get more.” You pointed out, having thought this out. “Raiden would be too nice, he’d say I tried hard on it even if it was horribly seasoned and burnt. Johnny might have been a good choice, but I also think he might take me giving him food the wrong way.”

“I see.” The swordsman said, taking another look over the packaged food another time. You felt proud of yourself for how neatly you had done it. He paused, before sending you a small smile, and you mentally pat yourself on the back. “Thank you then, I’ll make sure to give you a thorough review of it.” 

“Good, because there will be plenty more where that came from.” You said confidently as you quickly shooed him off. “Now go back to training.” You nagged him. “And let me get out of here before Johnny Cage makes fun of me for being here on my off time again.” You whispered, scanning the area for the actor. 

You quickly left, leaving Kenshi standing there with a slightly stupefied expression. He glanced down at the box, a small smile on his lips. 

When was the last time he had tasted a home cooked meal made with care?

Sneaking a peek around the area, his curiosity tempted him too hard. He pulled at the packaging you put thought into, and opened the lid. It looked like the definition of made with love. He grabbed the utensils you had given him, and took a bit of the food, too curious about it.

It tasted amazing.

“You’re free to do whatever, just don’t kick their asses too hard.” 

It was a month after your short break, and despite your visit to the Lin Kuei temple a long while ago, it was only until now that Smoke could make time to help out your group. 

You shot the gray haired man a grin as you walked down the halls with the man. He let out a chuckle at your instruction, raising an eyebrow. The man seemed confident, probably due to you hyping him up for this day. You knew he would provide just the perfect challenge.

“Let me give you the rundown.” You said as you continued to guide him. “Kung Lao, you remember him, is doing great. He does have a bit of an ego though, so feel free to knock him down a peg. Raiden, the other person from the exam, is also doing well, but don’t let his innocent looking face take you off guard. Feel free to also go a bit harder on him, he needs the push.”

“It sounds like you want me to beat up your students rather than test them.” Tomas pointed out an amused tone in his voice as he glanced over to you. He was very expressive with his eyes, which was a trait you were thankful for since he was wearing his mask today for training. 

“Isn’t that the Lin Kuei way?” You teased before sighing as you put a hand on your left rib cage. “It’s been years, and I swear Bi-Han left a permanent bruise from his intensity.” You huffed. “Anyways, for the other two, let’s see…” You paused, thinking of what to say. “Johnny has a flashy way of fighting, don’t let the look of his fighting deter you, no matter how impractical it may look, he can still land a solid punch.” You let out another scoff. “Also, don’t let his words, whether positive or negative, take you off guard, he’s a real charmer.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s an actor, he has a way with words. He might try to butter you up so you’ll go easy on him. Or try to cast you in his movies.” You informed him, remembering back to the first time Johnny had tried to get you to join his movies after the tournament. “You’ll see what I mean.”

“Duly noted.” Smoke nodded, but you had a sense that you probably made him more curious rather than cautious. You watched as he subconsciously spun the karambit he fought with on his finger, doing tricks with it absentmindedly.

“Anyways, Kenshi has some more…practical practice with fighting, so he’s also a threat to look for.” You continued, purposefully being vague with Kenshi’s past for the sake of his privacy. “He fights with a katana, so I suppose you’ll be out ranged.” You pointed out, gesturing to the much shorter dagger he wielded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to close the gap.” The Lin Kuei man said, with a tone of confidence in his words. You smiled, remembering your old spars with him. He was always tricky to fight against, being able to easily slip in a fight to get right where he wanted. “Any other advice you have for me?”

“Nope, like I said, you’re pretty much free to do what you want.” You said with a small shrug. “They’ll learn a lot from fighting you.” 

The two of you made your way to the courtyard, where the group was gathered. They were waiting, and you could tell that it had probably only been a few minutes since the last master had been training with them.

“Gentlemen, I present with you today, a different person to spar.” You greeted as you rounded the corner with Smoke in tow. You gestured to your friend, a smile on your lips. “This is Tomas, otherwise known as Smoke. He’s from the Lin Kuei. and I chose him to help train you today.”

“Lin Kuei? Like the ones who broke my Hichuli?” Johnny asked, as he looked towards Smoke. He observed him for a moment before pointing at him. “Nice mask, by the way.” He commented before looking towards you again.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as Smoke was surprised by Johnny’s compliment.

“I remember you from the test.” Kung Lao said, walking up to take a closer look at the guest. He sized him up and down, crossing his arms as he did so. “We’re better trained now.” He declared, referring to Raiden and himself with confidence, “We can take you on without you pulling your punches.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Kung Lao.” You warned, sending him a look. “You may have been progressing very well with your training, but Tomas here is still a trained hunter, you know.” You gestured towards the gray clad man who took your praise well, but there was a hint of bashfulness you could glean from his face. 

“It is an honor to have you with us here, today.” Raiden spoke, bowing towards Smoke with utmost respect. You smiled, pleased at the respect he displayed. You could always rely on him to be modest. You watched as Kenshi also nodded in his direction. 

“Kung Lao, since you’re so confident, go ahead and step right up first.” You instructed, nodding towards Smoke who stepped forward to take the challenge. You crossed your arms and observed, feeling satisfied as you were proven right that Smoke provided just the right amount of challenge. He could do what the rest of you could not: attack from all sorts of angles with his teleportation techniques.

As Smoke finally knocked over the farmer, you strode over. You held a hand out for the man.

“Good job.” You praised both of the men. You gripped Kung Lao’s hand firmly as he grabbed yours, hoisting him up. You felt Kung Lao squeeze your hand briefly before releasing it, and you mentally noted how his hand felt with the callouses.

“You’ve improved since the exam.” Smoke added in, brushing himself off too. Even though Kung Lao had been ultimately beaten, you could see that he had still given the Lin Kuei member a run for his money at times. 

“Thank you.” Kung Lao said, seeming to have been humbled a bit more. An enthusiastic look appeared on his face as he tilted his head towards the two of you. “Soon enough I’ll be able to beat you though.” He said with confidence. “Especially when I get my hat.” He said, his tone dripping with excitement as he glanced at you before walking off to the side to rest up.

“A story for another time.” You said as Smoke sent you a curious look. “Kenshi!” You called the previous gang member up, and stepped back to observe the fight from the sidelines. You had your students rotate through, each of them fighting Smoke one on one. After the last match, you called for a break, letting them catch their breaths, especially Smoke who had been fighting all this time.

“You’re really making me work.” Smoke commented lightly as he took the water you handed him. 

“Just as you did when I helped you.” You reminded him, remembering how many Lin Kuei recruits he had made you spar on that day when you visited the temple. “Don’t think I forgot.” You teased as you brushed past him, purposely bumping into his shoulder in a playful manner. You felt his stare on you as you walked away to go talk to your students.

You approached all of them, giving tips to them, explaining what they could improve when they were called up to fight Smoke for another round. You smiled as you watched them absorb the information. Soon, you sent them all back to fight the Lin Kuei member once more.

“Alright, you’re all dismissed.” You declared as Kung Lao finished his round, you chose for him to go last this time since he went first the first round. You clapped your hands, and they nodded as they dispersed. You watched as both Kenshi and Smoke approached you, only for Johnny to distract the Lin Kuei member and whisk him away.

You’d have to make sure that the actor wasn’t roping the poor man into anything later.

“What’s up?” You inquired as the swordsman approached, but you had an inkling of an idea of what it was about, after all you’ve been hearing his food critiques for about a month now.

“The food today was great, as usual.” Kenshi informed you with a soft smile. He had certainly warmed up to you much more ever since your food gifting had begun. “I did notice though that…” And he went off on a small talk about your food, giving you helpful criticisms as usual. He was always honest, and seemed to put great thought into his reviews, which you dearly appreciated.

It felt all too familiar, and you felt nostalgia pull at your heart. While you didn’t have too many memories of Kenshi in your past life, you had enough to remember that he must have been a close confidant. Why else would you care so much about his opinions?

“I’ll be sure to do that next time.” You said, but your mind drifted off. While you had been cooking mainly Chinese cuisine, you briefly considered trying out Japanese cuisine for Kenshi. You opened your mouth to ask for his favorite food, but considered against it.

Maybe you can surprise him instead.

You think you remembered what you believed was his favorite food from the hazy memories that you had sorted through. You made a mental note to visit Madam Bo soon to try to ask for some advice for cooking it. After all, she was the best chef you knew.

You watched with a silent pride as the man walked off after giving you his short food review. You felt a presence approaching you, and you turned to see Tomas approaching with raised eyebrows. You returned his confused expression.

“You feed your students?” He asked, a tone of curiosity…and another emotion you couldn’t quite place. You let out a small laugh as you nodded.

“You overheard?” You asked, but you knew already that he must have if he was asking about it. You placed a hand on your hip. “I do, but just to Kenshi. I’ve been practicing the recipes that Madam Bo taught me, and I usually make too much and give some to him. He helps me out by critiquing them.”

“I see.” Smoke said, nodding. He paused for a moment, a look of consideration crossing his face. “All these years of knowing you, and I don’t think I’ve tried your cooking, I’m hurt.” He said, his voice taking a teasing tone at the end. You scoffed and rolled your eyes to match his playful energy.

“It’s nothing special, if you want real good food, you should try Madam Bo’s, she’s the real master.” You said, moving to cross your arms. “But now that you’ve mentioned it, you’re right. I haven’t cooked for you before.” You paused and considered something. “Maybe one day I should.”

“I’d like that.” Tomas said, his eyes crinkling at the edges as you assumed he smiled at you. You returned the smile.

“I’ll make plans for it, then.” You said, trying to think of an appropriate time to cook for him…or maybe you should invite the other Lin Kuei ninjas too. You began to calculate in your head some plans. It was only until you saw Smoke extend his pinky in front of your face that your train of thought was derailed. “A pink promise?” You inquire with a mock offended tone, “What, you don’t trust me?”

“I do, I just want an excuse to hold it over you in case you forget.” Tomas said. letting out a small laugh. You sighed dramatically as you rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, you extended your pinky and hooked it around his, playing along.

It was a little silly, but seeing the promise between you was a bit charming. A small delightful tingle was left on your skin where it had made contact with his as your pinkies unraveled from his. You wondered briefly if it was a side effect of his power, but didn’t try to question it too much, just savoring how it felt.

“I’ll hold you to your word, then.”

“The first prototype of Kung Lao’s hat is here.” 

Turning around, you saw Liu Kang approach as he carried a small box. You approached him, grabbing the box from his hands. It was lighter than you expected, and walked over to set it down on a table so you could inspect it properly.

It took longer than you were expecting to get this first prototype. Another month had passed between when you had Smoke help you and now. The days seemed to be passing quickly, and the months leading to the Outworld tournament were dwindling slowly.

You weren’t certain to be nervous about the time to train these men were quickly running out, or to be excited that soon you were going to finally visit Outworld.

“Interesting.” You remarked as you held up the razor sharp ring of metal up from out of the box. It seemed it was the main blade that was supposed to attach to the edge of the hat. For now, it was still unattached. You were careful as you traced the edge of the blade, but hissed as you accidentally cut yourself on it. “Sharper than it looks.”

“Indeed.” Liu Kang said. you saw a crease of worry appear on his face as he noticed the look of pain on your face. You set down the blade, going to go inspect your finger where it had cut you. You squinted down, seeing a bead of blood beginning to form. It was a bigger cut than you were ready for, it extended to two of the joints of your pointer finger.

Carefully, the fire god grabbed your hand. You blinked owlishly as he carefully lifted up your hand to inspect it, not knowing what to exactly say or do. He let out a small hum as he noticed the small amount of blood. As if he were touching something delicate, he wiped away the blood with his thumb.

His touch was always so gentle, so warm.

“You carry a medical kit with you, yes?” The protector of Earthrealm inquired. You nodded, not noticing how you were spaced out. You reached around to grab it out of your pocket. You handed it to him, feeling a bit touched he remembered that fact about you. 

Liu Kang took it from you, and you watched as he carefully took the supplies out of the pack. He carefully made sure to clean the blood away before he spread some petroleum jelly on your skin. You tried not to flinch at the contrast of the cold jelly and his warm skin. Then, he carefully wrapped your finger up with a band aid.

“Thank you.” You quickly said, briefly stupefied at the actions of the god. You could have cleaned and mended your cut yourself, and yet you found yourself not wanting to mention that fact to him. Maybe he just thought it was easier for him to patch your wounds for you. There was no reason to overthink things, the fire god was just as friendly to you as he is to everyone else.

Surely.

“No problem.” Liu Kang replied warmly as he packed up your medical pack and handed it back to you. You swallowed as you took it back, tucking the pack back into one of your pockets. You avoided his glowing eyes as you picked up the box.

“It’s time to deliver this to Kung Lao.” You announced, before walking briskly off. You tried not to think about why you were all of a sudden feeling tongue tied over such a small gesture. You ignored how you felt his stare linger on you for maybe a little too long as you walked off.

You were overthinking things lately, honestly.

“This looks better than I envisioned!” Kung Lao marveled as he looked over the blade you were presenting to him. You basked in the beam he sent your way, and you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you as you were watching the man’s dream come to life before your very eyes. 

And you were the cause of it.

“I think it looks good too.” You remarked. You instinctively pulled the blade away as Kung Lao tried to touch the edge. You had been reminded of what happened earlier, and ignored how your face wanted to warm up at the memory. “Be careful, the blade is sharper than it looks.” You warn. You hesitate for a moment, before gently handing it to him.

You probably shouldn’t be as cautious as you were being. He was going to wield this razor hat one way or another. You watched with bated breath as he took it from you. Your nerves turned to pride as you watched him inspect it, flipping it over as he murmured to himself.

It felt right, watching him with the blade. Why were you so worried in the first place?

“Oh, and here’s the hat, compare it to the blade to see if you like the fit.” You remarked as you stooped down to pick it up. You heard the sound of metal falling as you lifted the hat up. You looked down, puzzled, as you knelt down to inspect it.

It was a small piece of metal. It had no marks, but it was too small to be any piece of a blade. Was this a piece of scrap metal? You chose not to question it, grabbing it as you stood up. You handed the hat to him, along with the piece of metal.

“Here’s the hat.” You started, before gesturing to the small piece of metal. “Not sure what this is for, but this was also in there too.” You said, shrugging. You watched as he gladly took the hat. There was a look of recognition that appeared on his face as he saw the piece of metal in your hand. He quickly snatched it out of your hand before tucking it away in a pocket.

Odd, but it wasn’t suspicious enough to question him. Or at least, you weren’t bothered enough to.

“Thanks!” He said. You watched as he put the blade along the edge of the hat. Carefully, he put the hat on, holding the blade to the edge with his hands. He tilted the hat down, masking the fact that he had to hold the blade and the hat together by striking a pose. “How do I look?”

A wave of nostalgia washed over you as you looked at the pose. You don’t remember when was the last time you had been hit with it this strongly. You were speechless as you looked at him. You knew he wanted to make a hat with multiple blades, but something about a simple blade hat felt right.

Maybe you should try and make him a different version of this hat, one that felt closer to the memories you had. 

A small memory of teasing and laughing with a much cockier version of Kung Lao filled your mind as you looked fondly at the man. You sucked in a breath as you nodded.

“You look great.” You complimented, and you truly meant it. “The hat really suits you, I can’t wait to see how it’ll look when it’s finished.” You watched as a grin grew on Kung Lao’s face, and you spotted a bit of pink on his cheeks. He seemed to absorb the praise well, and for a moment you almost reconsidered taking back the compliment. It was clearly letting it inflate his ego.

Then again, it made him happy, so you said nothing to rain on his parade.

“Of course I do.” Kung Lao said smugly as he took the hat off. He looked at it again, the same way you would think a father would look at their own kid. You held back a chuckle. He was really enthusiastic about this hat, wasn’t he?

“You can mess with it for a while, whether it be practicing with the blade or making notes for the blacksmith.” You informed him. “I’ll be taking it back with the box whenever you are ready to return it to get it worked on again.” 

“Got it.” He nodded. “Thanks for this, again.” You watched as the Fengjian farmhand took one last look at the hat before stowing again in the box and running off. Whether it was to test out the blade or to make design notes, you weren’t sure. 

Either way, you felt happy.

“You’ve improved a lot.” You remark as you watch Raiden run through a combination again. He was a far cry from the man you remembered from the beginning. You looked up at the stars, reflecting back to those days with a wistful look.

Time was passing by fast, and you were reminded of that as you noted how much more confident Raiden seemed in his strikes. You crossed your arms as you fixed the man with a stare, watching him take pause after he finished the combination.

“Really?” He asked, a small smile on his face. He had an almost shy look on his face as he turned to look at you. You nodded in response, and he stood there for a moment before looking away. “How so?” He asked, a curious look on his face.

“Well, for one, you’re not making as many mistakes anymore.” You pointed out, holding back a small chuckle. “Actually, do that combination again.” You said, finding it ironic that you were probably going to have to take back the praise you had just given him,

You watched him as he did the combination again, and noticed the error in his form. You couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips. The irony of it all.

“Okay, poor timing.” You remarked. You tried instructing him on how to correct him form, but watched as he kept on missing the critical error. You felt a bit bad, maybe it was because you had just been mentioning how he had been improving and now he was a bit psyched out. You walked up to him. “Here, you need to land like this.”

Gently, you grabbed his arms and moved them into the proper position. You twisted his hands to face the right way. Then, you nudged his legs apart to make sure they were spaced apart properly. You hummed as you leaned in close, inspecting his form now. 

“Just like that.” You said softly, as you removed your hands from him. You backed up, looking him up and down. You looked up to his face, raising an eyebrow as you saw him avoid eye contact, his face a bit pink. “You understand now, Raiden?”

“Um, I…” Raiden stumbled on his words, his voice a little panicked as he looked down at himself before nodding. “Yes, I get it now.” He said quickly. You tilted your head, a bit confused at his change in demeanor. 

“It’s okay if you don’t.” You reassured him, sensing he was nervous. Was he all caught up in trying to be perfect after your praise? You had a feeling that wasn’t the reason, but you couldn’t quite understand what else it would be. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad by praising you then correcting you.” You told him, trying to make sure he felt better. “I can help correct your form again if you need me to.”

“I should be good.” The former Fengjian farmhand said, his voice still a bit antsy. He shifted out of the form before facing the dummy. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. You nodded at him, and watched with satisfaction as he did the combination much better this time. “How was that?” He asked, a bit skeptical of his own performance.

“Excellent.” You praised, clapping your hands. “See, even if you mess up, you take critiques very well.” You pointed out with a smile. “It’s honestly impressive how quickly you can adapt sometimes now.” You continued. “I don’t think I was as quick of a learner as you are.”

“Really?” Raiden inquired, his eyebrows rising in surprise. “I can hardly imagine you not being excellent at fighting.” He commented, rubbing the back of his neck. “You just seem to be so talented at it, in all honesty. It’s admirable.”

“You flatter me too much.” You said, but still took the praise happily. You’d never admit it, but you enjoyed it whenever people praised your fighting skills. “I just have a lot of experience under my belt.” How much training you truly had, you had no idea, but he didn’t need to know that detail. “I do want you to know that I truly mean it when I say you’ve improved greatly, despite what just happened.”

“You are too kind.” Raiden said, nodding his head at your praise. “I hope to live up to your expectations for me.” 

“Oh Raiden,” You chuckled, covering your smile with your hand. You looked at the man fondly, shaking your head. “You already have.” You admitted. And it was true, he always went above and beyond for training, putting in more hours than anyone else did. He was truly dedicated to getting better.

The bashful look on his face, you had to admit, was rather amusing. You grinned. You felt bad, it was almost a bit fun to try and tease the man and see what got him flustered. Maybe you were being a bit of a bully, but you would never really admit that.

“I’ve only managed to get this far because I have such a wonderful mentor.” Raiden said, and you felt a bit warm as he turned the praise back on you. Sure, he had praised you just recently, but there was something about the way he said it that made this particular compliment feel special. The smile that decorated his face only added to it. “So, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being such a wonderful person.”

part eight

[kattythingz]

Golden Snake Boy, racer edition!!! You KNOW Mei!Ed would adore racing just as much as Mei does, if not more. He had that suit personally commissioned. His bike is his baby. RIP Ling for wrecking it lmao

Speaking of Ling. Promised scene/context under the cut! :D

Basic episode context: There’s a city-wide race event and Mei’s super excited about it; she’s been practicing for it for months. MK joins the race too out of MC-typical overconfidence, and, tl;dr, his inexperience causes him and Mei to crash and Mei gets rightfully pissed at him.

NOW! I don’t think Ling would join for the same reasons; he’d be more than happy to just watch Ed from the sidelines. But he hears that Envy (DBK) is joining the race in disguise, and Ling just knows Ed will ditch enjoying the race in favor of handling Envy. Which Ling doesn’t want him to do. Ed deserves this happiness!

No, Ling will join the race himself to handle Envy, and Ed will hopefully be none the wiser.

He’s off to a bad start already when Ed asks him annoyedly what he’s doing in the runner-ups, and Ling lies about wanting to try his hand at racing. Ed grows increasingly more annoyed as Ling keeps picking beef with some “random” racer that causes chaos all around them on the track, until it all leads to Ed and Ling crashing.

Ling emerges from the ruins of the vehicles, immediately worried about Ed first. He’s relieved when Ed bursts out of the wreckage with a loud curse, and thankfully unharmed.

He’s not so relieved when Ed whirls on him next in a rage.

Ed explodes, demanding why Ling pulled this shit and of all the stupid fucking things he’d expected from Ling, this—bullshit, wasn’t it! What was he thinking, getting in Ed’s way like that? Doesn’t he—?

Ed falters.

Doesn’t he know how much this race means to him?

Ling is devastated, at the genuine hurt that laces Ed’s expression and tone. 

He hastens to explain himself, that he joined to stop Envy and keep them out of Ed’s way, because he wanted Ed to enjoy the race without needing to deal with them!

Ed snaps that he can fucking multi-task, and Ling splutters back that, yes, he knows that, but Ed shouldn’t need to every time! He already does so much for Ling and protects him so often. He just... wanted to return the favor, for once.

Figures he’s not very good at it, though. Just like with his powers that he can’t control.

At those words, finally—Ed softens.¹

“I’m sorry, Ed,” Ling says thickly, kicking stray metal chips from the wreckage of Ed’s bike. Each clink of the pieces bouncing away chips at his growing shame. He swallows. “I know it won’t fix your bike. Or your months of hard work. But I—I truly didn’t—”

“You idiot.”

He stops at the unexpectedly soft words from Ed.

“Ed?” Ling looks up hopefully.

His heart skips a beat when his best friend’s gaze finds him kindly. And this… this, too, like Ed’s earlier anger is familiar. Achingly so.

“Of all the things I might’ve wanted you to repay…” Ed sighs. “You couldn’t get this worked up about paying back all the food bills you’ve dropped on me or something?”

“What?” 

Ling jolts when Ed’s eyes steel spontaneously, and he’s stepping into Ling’s space. “I don’t protect you for favors, dumbass.” Ed jabs a flesh finger at Ling’s chest. “I protect you because I want to, because you’re my best friend! That isn’t something I ever need you to repay! Honestly!”

Oh, Ling thinks—because he really oughtn’t be surprised by this.

And yet, still, again: Oh.

“And since when have I ever needed protecting, anyway?” Ed continues, exasperated. “You know I can kick your ass any day of the week if I want. That green freak is nothing in comparison.”

“I still wanted to try,” Ling mumbles, and Ed rolls his eyes.

“And I appreciate it”—and how awful it is that Ling knows Ed means that, vexation aside—“but, seriously, Yao. You know what you’re good at, and it’s not racing.”

Ling will never stop wondering, at times like this: how effortlessly Ed lifts the entire atmosphere whenever he pleases.

This is a losing battle, isn’t it?

He can’t help his endeared laugh, further warmed by Ed’s current expression.

“You’re right,” Ling says with a smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what I was thinking either, in hindsight.”

Ed smiles too, at that.² “Sounds like you weren’t at all.”

“That’s about right,” Ling laughs.

This au has a fic! :D

[lumityfication]

ranking my favorite percabeth scenes (in pjo only not hoo) because i need to get this off my chest

(disclaimers that this is def pretty percy centric but that’s bc pjo is from his pov, i haven’t reread hoo recently enough!! and ik the first scene im mentioning is also very popular but i feel like we can always be talking about it more. this is my ramble i can do what i want)

1. for me my favorite scene in any rick riordan book will be when annabeth takes the knife for percy in TLO and then when they’re on the rooftop afterwards. she’s literally his achilles heel. he didn’t tell her where his weak spot is but she took the knife anyway. Get back no one touches her. him letting her feel the spot on his back. You’re cute when you’re worried your eyebrows get all scrunched up. sorry i’m crazy

2. when they got paired up for war games in BOTL and percy said “nice” and annabeth just said “your armor’s crooked” and fixed his straps. I think about it so often

3. annabeth sitting with percy at the poseidon table in BOTL. She was sitting next to me. i mean Right next to me. him saying he liked the fact that she broke the rules to sit w him. the other campers looking….. they’re besties your honor

4. when they’re doing the cabin inspections in TLO and annabeth is cleaning up her stuff in the athena cabin and she’s like This whole thing with beckendorf and silena makes you think about what’s important. about losing people that are important and percy short circuiting and thinking abt how he could only focus on the earrings she was wearing. i hold them in my hands

5. percy’s panic when he thought annabeth was going to go with the hunters of artemis. he literally just got her back he was so scared that he’d lose her for real this time … the way he stutters makes me spin in a circle really fast like i just love the ttc angst pushing them into realizing what they truly mean to each other

6. underrated SOM moment is after scylla and charybdis when it’s just percy and annabeth in a little lifeboat before arriving at circe’s island, and when percy snaps at annabeth and she apologizes hes like i can’t resent her we’ve been through so much together there’s no point in holding a grudge…. my babies!!! (SOM percabeth is just too underrated like to me it’s when they really start to understand each other, what makes them tick, what the other has gone through, it puts them on the same page which sets up their dynamic in the rest of the series)

7. when annabeth is passed out in SOM and they have the fleece on her and percy whispers “you’re a genius” to her because he promised to tell her that if they made it out alive 😭😭

8. percabeth in the attic in TLO getting the great prophecy and reminiscing and then locking eyes and percy remembering another time they were alone together when annabeth kissed him in mt st helens. crazy scene it’s CRAZY

9. annabeth’s reaction when percy shows up back at camp after being at calypsos island. he was the bravest person i’d ever known… he’s…. HES RIGHT THERE!! is just SO ICONIC and her hugging him so fiercely :(((( he literally crashes his own funeral and annabeth being mad at him but also clearly incredibly relieved makes my heart ache even if it’s silly. such a tragedy that we don’t get annabeths pov in pjo because i would have loved to know how she was feeling in the like two weeks where she thought percy was gone

and then there’s obvious ones like the underwater kiss, “a kiss for good luck it’s kind of a tradition right”, mt st helens, aphrodite looking like annabeth, giving up immortality, and pretty much everything percabeth in TLT i feel like is discussed so much too bc of the show lmao

anyways girls when they reread pjo and notice even more little percabeth moments every time they read it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🤯🤯🤯😭😭😭😭😭😭

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Delta anon back again to add onto the previous headcanon of mine.

(Tw: s/h)

I absolutely love the idea that Killer would go to help. I think that at that point, they'd be so confused and disoriented that they'd just quietly let Killer help, barely even recognizing that it's Killer who's helping them. Being fully dissociated to recognize the pain or who's near him, unable to tell if they're in danger or not.

I'd imagine that after Delta got fixed up, Killer would probably head out, not used to helping Delta since they're not exactly on the best terms and also just simply not knowing what to do or say. But, knowing that Color (and Epic obviously, but Killer is more worried about Color) would be worried, Killer runs off and explains to them what had happened, including the burn.

But I'm still curious of how you think Color and Epic would react, especially that Delta/Beta hurt themselves, and especially if Killer actually helped them. Would Color and Epic try to help once whichever one of them got attacked is okay? Would Delta/Beta allow themselves to be helped, or would he hide, too afraid to let them see him, unsure if they can trust themselves around their friends?

But by the time Color and Epic (and maybe even Killer, because as much as he'd hate to admit it, he's concerned for Delta/Beta atm), would Delta have taken off the bandages by then? Would they have hurt themselves again, unsure what else they could do other than try to put themselves through the same pain - or maybe even more - that he put his friends through? Would they now be in even worse shape than Killer first found them in? How bad would it be?

I think itd be funny if like after cleaning up and dealing with any of delta’s wounds, killer just stares at them for a moment and tries to determine what they’re going to do next. If they’ve shown a tendency towards self harm in the past, and killer himself definitely has, he’d be smart enough to know not to leave them alone.

I’m betting this depends a lot on if he actually cares or not, and what exactly he’s caring about. He might think to just pick them up and take them back to Color and Epic, regardless of if that’s what they want or not, and a part of him would remind Killer of what Color has taught him. Others are allowed to say no and assert boundaries, even in situations where they need medical care, and he should respect that.

But also a much more vocal part might not care at all, would probably be fine letting delta kill himself, he should be getting back to color. something along those lines.

so maybe he just comprises by taking out his phone and texting color where he and delta is, explaining what happened. i have no idea if delta and killer would try to make any talk while they wait, although killer might be more distracted by what’s going on inside his own head to care anymore about delta.

so long as delta isnt harming himself anymore, then he did his part of looking after color’s friends, now he just needs to focus more on stamping the urge to kill delta lmao.

when epic and color finally get there, epic will most definitely crack a joke while killer walks right past him to go check on color again.

but ultimately if killer decides he’s done his part and doesn’t care to engage anymore, decides to go find color again, then delta probably would engage in some form of self punishment if they’re feeling that bad about it. perhaps even unintentionally, as a stress stim like scratching at the bandages. maybe killer would leave Zorox with them, and the poor puppy would desperately try to get them to stop. (maybe zorox led killer to where delta and beta were hiding in the first place)

i do think he’d want to hide, but hiding from your mistakes makes one weak and cowardly, right. so he might force himself to “be brave” and stay and wait.

i don’t think either Color or Epic would be upset or afraid of Delta and Beta, they hang around Cross and Killer—literal murderers. Color has dealt with Killer and his Stages many times, and came out injured pretty badly before. so i think that’s mainly what they’ll focus on; showing delta and beta that they aren’t hurt or scared, the injury either wasn’t that bad or already healing.

ultimately i think the talk might be led into a conversation about what made them so mad in the first place, and help them try to talk about it. maybe itll end with them all watching The Lion King, having a movie night and cuddle sesh.

[mailjeevasfan]

could you write a near x gn!reader angst? like how it'd be if they were to break up?

ofc ty for req <3 idk how i feel about this one but thanks @kissforjinko this probably wouldn’t have been possible without you bff LMAO

near x gn!reader

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break the silence ❦

when you sit next to him, the silence is piercing. your ears ache, and your head is pounded with the idea that this silence needs to be filled.

you’d never felt this way before. near likes things to be quiet more often than not, and doesn’t have a lot to say most of the time. but today, you know that there’s something he should say. he just doesn’t know how.

before you attempt to break this silence, you look deeply into his eyes. you need to get a read on his thoughts and emotions, because you know that he probably won’t express them aloud. when you look into his unblinking eyes, you see less than you’d hoped for. it’s his usual expression; very flat. emotion isn’t completely absent though. his eyes are slightly glazed over. or were you just imagining things?

‘near…’

‘…yes?’

maybe it was just a projection of what you wanted. you didn’t want to give up yet though. although his tone of voice is as flat as his expression, it speaks volumes to you. you know that he’s aware of the problems you’re facing. he knows that you’re unhappy with how detached he’s become, how distant he is, physically and emotionally. no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop him from working himself to the bone.

it felt so strange. to know that the passion he feels towards his work, his incredible work ethic, the thing you’d fallen in love with was the very same thing that would rip your heart away from him. you hate to admit it, but you saw the problems from the start. you found yourself worrying about him so much, trying so hard to help him with what you knew he was struggling with, even when he didn’t know it himself. you felt that you didn’t know what to do anymore. this just wouldn’t work.

‘…y/n?’

you let out a deep sigh and tried to organise your chaotic thoughts. a conclusion seemed to be forming in your mind but you didn’t want to accept it.

you really did love him. but you didn’t want to let this go on anymore.

‘i, um… i think we need some time apart. i don’t know if it’ll be indefinite, but… i need some time to myself. okay?’

a conflicted look enters near’s expression for a moment. he stares for a moment before replying.

‘…yes. okay.’

you wish he’d offered you a better response, but you know that he needs time to process it. so you leave the room. and when you do, near thinks.

he isn’t exactly shocked, even he could see that there were problems. but he is puzzled in his own way. he realises he let things come to this, but he didn’t know how to fix it. he thinks about the times you wanted his attention, but he’d brush you off without a second thought. he remembers the times he’d robotically explain to you why he was so busy, and the times you needed the kind of emotional support he couldn’t offer.

now he thinks he can get a better understanding, but the sadness begins to settle in. he wants to talk to you, but he worries that it could be too late. did he miss his chance to fix things?

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[peachdues]

Small Phanta update

I managed to write ~2200 words today, some of which included the most emotional scenes out of Part III, so I'm calling it a day. It's still nowhere near done lmao, I'm sorry y'all.

I did, however, finish one scene, and it's not really that big of a spoiler, so I figured I would share it. It's finally some fluff/a soft moment between Y/N and Sanemi, but it takes place before they make up and make out.

Hope you guys enjoy!

CW: body insecurity/ scar insecurity and reassurance. light angst at the end.

Y/N watched her friends sprint into the shallow of the turquoise lake with a small bit of envy. She wanted, so very badly, to join them, but she’d miscalculated the coverage that her swimsuit afforded her, and to her horror, she’d realized that the mark Douma’d left on her would be on full display the moment she removed the oversized button-down she’d used as a cover-up.

“Y/N! C’mon!” Mitsuri entreated her as her head popped back up from under the surface of the water, her hair tinged a dark pink from the water.

Absentmindedly, her hand raised to the spot where Douma had soiled her and rubbed, the slight pain from her stimulation of the still-healing wound forcing her to remain in the present instead of back in that blasted, dark bedroom.

“I think I’ll work on my tan for now!” Y/N called back, plastering a wide, fake smile on her face to assuage any worry. Not that she needed to, because before Mitsuri could question her further, Obanai snuck up from beneath her and raised her out of the water on his shoulders, the pinkette laugh-screaming as she flailed about to keep herself upright.

A crunch of gravel next to her caused her to tense, because she knew that all of her other friends were accounted for, splashing about in the serene crystal of the lake.

All of them, except for him.

Sanemi said nothing to her as he drew up next to her, though he maintained a respectful distance. He too, watched their friends laugh and play in the water for a moment, his hands shoved in the pockets of his red swim trunks.

Y/N tried to be sneaky as she allowed her eyes to roam the sculpted plains of his exposed torso, marveling at the muscle that seemed to be carved from stone. Since the summer, he’d gained a bit of a tan, his skin now a lustrous nutty gold, that, against the white blonde of his hair, created an attractive contrast that made her mouth water.

God, he was beautiful; it pissed her off.

The tension between them was electric, as neither wanted to be the first to break the silence growing ever louder between them.

“No one will stare, y’know,” Sanemi caved first, though he did not tear his eyes away from where they were fixed resolutely on the horizon beyond the lake. “They all want you to feel comfortable, so they won’t look.”

Y/N was about to snippily ask him why he was butting in on her business, even though her irritation was because he’d read her mood so easily – too damn easily, for that matter. She tilted her head up, readying her venom, but before she could bite, the words died on her tongue.

Sanemi’s tan hadn’t been able to obscure the scars of varying lengths and thickness which crossed his chest, forearms, and half of his face; if anything, his sun-kissed skin only made the silvery, jagged slashes stand out.

As she’d looked up at her former friend, she was reminded that he knew exactly how she felt at that moment – had felt that insecurity, every day, since they were eleven and a drunk driver had slammed into his parent’s station wagon, killing everyone but him and Genya.

I don't care if you have scars! She'd told him, once. I've always thought you were...were...pretty!

She winced at the memory, but painful and intrusive as it was, she still couldn’t find it within her to throw his attempt at reassurance back in his face. Y/N’s heart might have been a lowly, misshapen, shriveled lump, but she still had one.

And besides, she wouldn’t lie to herself; his words had soothed some of her anxieties, damn him.

“Thanks,” she said softly, and she gave him a small, tentative half-smile. She hated the look of hope that flickered to life in his eyes at the sight.

She hated the guilt that sunk into her gut even more.

[rabbitsrams]

I see a lot of girl!dad and boy!dad schlatt HCs out and I absolutely love them to bits and pieces!

But what about queer-kid!dad schlatt HCs? Like I see some brief of mentions of the kids being gay and schlatt being supportive of that but not really much else.

Like what if his son is into girly things like barbie, makeup, dresses, and is a little bit more sensitive than your average manly man. He’d ofc be sad that his son isn’t interested in baseball or most/any of his machine stuff, but ultimately he just wants his son to be happy and if that means being somewhat of a girl!dad to his son then so be it!

And he’d do the same thing with his tomboy daughter, but he’d be pretty excited if his daughter’s into baseball and/or his machine stuff.

And if his comes out as queer, I feel he will be incredibly supportive… like to that point of it being embarrassing.

His kid brings home his same-sex or gender nonconforming partner? Be sure that he WILL bring out the gun and do vague threats towards the ‘lucky’ kid. Especially if they’re a guy or a masc leaning kid.

Heartbreak? He will be there for every one, wiping away every tear that pours down his baby’s face. Even if his son’s traditionally masc, he’d still do it because he’s doesn’t want his son to bottle up his feelings like he did when he was younger.

If his kids is somewhere in the aroace kingdom? He’d be supportive of that too, I’d feel that if his kid’s on the more extreme end of the aroace spectrum… he’d be more relieved then anything because that’s one less thing that he’d have to worry about.

Kid’s now somewhere under the trans umbrella? You bet you’re bottom butts that he’s gonna get ANYTHING that his precious angel needs! Wardrobe changes? They’re stocking up on all of the kid’s preferred clothing like it’s the fucking apocalypse! Pronouns changes? Will contently correct oneself until he gets it right! Puberty blockers? Gotcha covered! Hrts? Already on it’s way! Top surgeries? Bottom surgeries? Any other gender-affirming surgeries? It’s scheduled as soon as they turned the legal to do so and as soon as the kid shows interest in surgeries! Not interested in any surgeries or hormones? Still will love his baby no matter what they do.

And if there’s bigotry or bigots out there? He will fight everyone of bigots tooth and nail if it means his kid will be happy (even if it means getting the gun out).

And god forbid his kid, HIS FLESH AND BLOOD!!! Is ever HATE-CRIMED!!! He will rain the fury of a thousand suns upon those idiots who decide to hate-crime HIS BABY!!! If he knew the identities of those unfortunate people… let’s just say he wouldn’t be so civil with those ‘people’…. and they’d probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

ya…

Anyways! I said my piece here, so feel free to add anything but I think I’ve went over the most important things. -🍓🫐anon

hey there! wow, this is amazing. so nuanced and i so agree! he'd love his kid no matter what. i loved reading this it was super sweet and captures schlatt's essence so very well. well done nonie <3

i'm not queer (i'm a cishet ally) so i'm not really sure if it's my place to continue on this or speak on queer kids' experiences, but i def want to boost queer voices regarding this topic (or anything related to it too ofc). if any LGBTQ+ writers want to continue this, hit my line! tag me in anything or send me an ask and i can read & boost it <3

but i do wanna add a bit to the girly things son and tomboyish daughter part bc that was my brother and i's experience: we kinda had a mix of everything lmao, i was a bit of a tomboy and he was more sensitive and not rly a "manly man" (gender roles who)

his daughter being super into old video games from his childhood and loving the consoles. schlatt being OVERJOYED and playing with her. she gets better at the game than he does lmfao (i'm just imagining mario kart wii idk why)

if she's more crafty with fixing up cars/machines/etc he'd love to help her out. buys her parts she needs and when she's done he's showing it off to everyone

and like i said before, schlatt 100% would go to all of his daughter's games if she was on a sports team ofc

and if his son wanted to get dolls or other girly toys he'd get it for him in an instant and even play with him!!! (my brother would always play dolls w/ me hehe)

also you teaching him how to do makeup (if u know how ofc) if he wants to learn <33

you and your son doing makeup on schlatt and him looking AMAZING. he's SO proud that his son made him look so good :D

lowkey though gender roles don't exist in this household, as long as the kid is happy then schlatt's happy <3

[mikanotes]

— it’s alright

arisu x gn!reader

genre: comfort, vent

warnings: anxiety/paranoia, description of a panic attack, breakdown, mentions of nightmares and trouble sleeping, barely proofread sorry i don’t have the energy lmao

synopsis: The fear makes it hard to sleep.

author’s note: self indulgent i am Tired

The moonlight was bright when your eyes opened. You sighed the instant your mind registered it was still early in the night. Your hand ran over your face and you shifted in your bed. “Did I even get more than an hour of sleep…” you mumbled to yourself, trying to get out a dry laugh to no avail.

You took your phone and unlocked it, only to bite back a loud wince of pain at the brightness of the screen. Why’d you always forget to lower it at night? You quickly fixed it before beginning what would surely be a long cycle of opening and closing apps to kill your boredom while you couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t anything new to you but you’d been getting better lately— So getting back to this rhythm was uncomfortable.

Still. You preferred the tiredness of your eyelids trying to close while staring at your screen over the fear of not keeping them open while staring at the darkness of you room. If you were to stay awake all night you preferred to do it without feeling like having an anxiety attack over the slightest sound.

Next to you, the sheets moved and you glanced to the side.

Arisu was moving a bit too much in his sleep. From how many times you’d woken up before him you knew very well that this meant he would probably be waking up as well. You sighed quietly and covered your eyes with your arm. If he saw you awake at this time again he would probably get worried.

“… Mh… [name]?” he barely managed to speak, “You awake?”

It was unusual for him to call for you right upon waking up. If he’d seen you awake then it wouldn’t be surprising but you doubted he already realized that. You turned your back to him and heard him scoff. He pushed your shoulder lightly then proceeded to squeeze it and shake your arm a little when you didn’t answer. “I saw you’re awake, don’t ignore me. Did you have a nightmare?”

“No.”

“… I did. Can you turn around?” he spoke more quietly, and you heard him move closer to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pushed his forehead into your back. “Seriously.”

You turned around— Tried to to the best of your ability with the space he was giving you— and was immediately engulfed into a tighter hug. His arms circled around your waist and his face found your neck. You hugged him back just as tightly. Your hand moved to run through his hair as a habit.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He pulled away a little, sighing and moving up to face you. Then he looked aside with a blank look before shaking his head slightly. “No. It’s fine.”

You nodded. It was his turn to look concerned, “Do you? Wanna talk about it, I mean.”

“No. Now that you’re here, it’s fine.”

“What’s with that?” he laughed softly, tilting his head into the pillow like his body was forcefully trying to put him back to sleep. He grunted a little as he stretched his limbs, legs touching yours and making you yelp at the cold. You kicked him lightly and some sort of sleepy fight ensued for about a minute, before you ended up with your head on his chest, arms sprawled out tiredly.

“I’m here even if I’m asleep. Just wake me up if you need to.” he go finally finished saying. You chuckled a bit at that.

“If I wake you up you’re gonna be like ‘Huh?’ and then go back to sleep.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“You would.”

“Would not.”

“Would.”

“Not!” he exclaimed, moving enough to look at you with wide eyes and a smile. You laughed and shook your head, before getting more comfortable.

For a moment you wondered if he fell back asleep. Everything was quiet apart from the steady beating of his heart against your ear. You held onto that for as long as you could. But eventually, the silence got to you. The ringing in your ears grew louder and the impression that the shadows in your room were drawing closer to you was getting impossible to ignore.

It would be nice if you could just sleep without fear.

You caved in. “Ryo, are you awake?”

“Hm? Yeah.” he seemed surprised. There was a beat of silence and you felt your breathing start to get uneven. He moved to sit up a little and gently pulled you along with him, “Are you okay? Hey.”

You sat up as properly as you could manage but kept your eyes on the bed, occasionally shutting them tight as an attempt to shut out the wave of feelings that hit you all at once. You were scared and you didn’t know why. You were anxious and your body reacted as it usually does. Your breathing was heavy and trembling and you had to tighten your hold on the bedsheets because your head was starting to spin.

Arisu held your face between his hands, tightly, and searched your eyes. “Look at me, please. What’s wrong?” his voice was calm but it was worried. You looked into his eyes and breathed out heavily.

“I don’t know.” your voice broke down, “I don’t know, I’m just… I feel so anxious, it feels like everything’s terrifying.”

If you had to define empathy you would simply say Arisu Ryohei. The way he looked at you was not only concerned, but held hints of fear and confusion. Not towards what you were saying but more so towards what he was feeling. You knew Arisu felt everything too strongly sometimes, the ability to understand the people around him being both a gift and a curse to him. He could understand people but struggled to put a barrier to how much his feelings synced with theirs if things got too hard. And this was even worse with people he was close to.

You knew for a fact you were the closest person to him. This wasn’t the first time he felt your emotions along with you.

“[name]. You’re fine.” he said after a few seconds. You knew for a fact he had to make sure his voice would be steady before speaking or it’d only make matters worse, “Everything’s okay. Nothing’s gonna happen. I’m here.”

His hand slowly moved to grab yours, gently taking it into his hold and letting you know it was okay. You tried to move it back to hold the sheet instead but he was quicker than you. “Hold me. You’re not gonna hurt me.” he said, and you believed him. So you held onto his hand as tightly as possible and he returned it.

It had been months of you dating and way longer of you being friends. Arisu knew you. More than you would believe he did. He knew every pattern, every detail, every tone, what every of them meant and how he should respond. He knew how to help you even when you shut him out. He knew how to help you when you reached out for him like he was the only one who could. He knew what you needed when you felt sad or tired or anxious. He was the only one who knew you this well. It wasn’t just mere empathy— That could never bring him the level of understanding he had. It was simply time spent together. Willingness to learn. To help.

He was the one who kept you going all this time.

“It’s okay.”

Things stayed like this for a while. Your breathing would calm down then stagger again, prompting you to hold onto him like a lifeline until you calmed back down. Every time, without a fail, he reassured you. It’s okay. Take your time. I’m here. Every time.

Then eventually, your body seemed to have grown tired of the panic and finally let you breath. It was nothing new that your energy would be drained after a panic attack— Which explained why you did nothing to fight how easily you melted back into a laying position. Arisu hugged you against his chest, still talking every now and then at a volume that would both remind you he was there and not disturb you if you fell asleep.

“You know… It’s funny how back when we started dating you were nervous to even just sleep next to me.” you mumbled, finally relaxing, “Now look at you.”

“I’m doing my job of caring for you as your boyfriend don’t make me resign at this time of the night.” he chuckled as you moved to tuck your head against his chin. He continued to run his fingers through your hair, slowly lulling to sleep, “You’re lucky I don’t have the energy to feel embarrassed.”

“Me neither. You’re doing a good job at the caring boyfriend thing. I think I’m actually gonna fall asleep.” you teased him, genuinely starting to doze off. He sighed with a laugh and hugged you closer.

“I’m glad.” he said, then quieter, “I’ll do it forever if it’s with you.”

“How sentimental.”

“I mean it.”

“I know. Me too.”

“I know.”

“Thank you.”

“Always.”

When you woke up the next morning, it was before Arisu, somehow. You ran a hand through his hair and he didn’t budge, seemingly too exhausted. You decided to let him sleep longer, hoping he wouldn’t have a single nightmare this time. He deserved that much.

[ax-writes]

chapter 2

in which- wilbur is acting awfully weird, and his bestfriend, tommy, isn't helping

chapter info- uncertainty, worrying, tommy being a shithead, anxiety, graphic descriptions of clothing /j, bittersweet maybe, nervousness, overthinking, more so thoughts

a/n- lmao, sorry this took so long to come out. i've been hella busy with school and assignments but now i have seven weeks to do whatever so many more cool things are gonna happen

pronouns- you/yours

masterlist-

months had passed since that short meet at the tube, but you’d seen him more at least. you’d gotten to know him better, you got to meet some of his friends, and him meeting some of yours. you knew each other better than you’d ever known anyone and you felt like you were finally getting somewhere in this friendship.

you’d organised with him to meet at his flat, and he’d let you know that his friend, tommy, would be over, so you were expecting a very loud child to run at you when you opened the door. however, that was not the case. instead, all you heard was wilbur and tommy in presumably wilbur’s room talking. very loudly, may i add.

“i feel like they’d murder me, ya know? which is what makes them so… i don’t know, attractive?” wilbur’s voice rang through the apartment, and your heart dropped. why were you suddenly so jealous over an unknown person.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” tommy laughed, and made his way towards the door, causing wilbur to catch your gaze. his door was slightly ajar and all he felt was fear of what and how much you had heard

“wait wait… tommy don’t go and tell them that!” wilbur begged. God, he was scared of a girl he’d met on the tube line. he’s a fucking mess over someone he’s known for close to two months.

“you literally called them a three course meal plus dessert. you have never talked about anyone like that. not even your ex! you have to tell them!” tommy whisper-shouted, gaining your attention. 

you’re sat on the sofa at this point, having kicked off your shoes and shrugged your jacket off at the door, waiting for the two males to emerge from wilbur’s bedroom. there was banter and chatting and overall just wilbur pleading and tommy forcing him to say something. if you had a say, it was unfair. a boy younger than the man forcing him to go tell you that he has feelings for someone, but him begging to not have to tell you.

‘strange’

but now, you had a very tall man in front of you, a shy smile on his face. he resembled a sad puppy more than he actually resembled a grown man.

‘weird’ 

and a younger blonde boy behind him, grinning widely, poking at the poor man’s back.

‘what is going on’

“get coffee with me tomorrow, 10am, at the cafe down the road” and that’s all that was muttered throughout the night, some marvel movie now playing per tommy’s request. and both you and wilbur couldn’t be bothered paying attention to the movie, too caught up in your own thoughts, which seemed to occupy the other.

‘this feels awfully familiar’

the next morning rolled around. wilbur had texted you and told you what you needed to wear, soothing your anxieties.

you threw on a beige sweater and some random pair of sweatpants, fixed up your bed head, pulled on a pair of worn out converse, and you were out the door, your feet carrying you towards the cosy cafe.

‘fuck’ 

there he was. 

scrolling through his phone, a solemn expression spread across his features. his beat up sweater wrinkled and decorated with ramen stains. his jeans creased and rolled up at the ankles, dotted with specks of dirt. his converse falling apart and fading at the edges, smeared with mud around the soles. and his hair-

‘god, his hair’

his hair flopping in front of his eyes and curling in every direction, the sunlight hitting each curl just right.

and as you were about to make your way towards the door, he held eye contact with you, a slight smirk on his lips.

‘he caught on’

after the coffee, date, hangout, you didn’t know, you were sat back in your boring, plain, expressionless flat, you couldn’t help but have your mind caught up in a tangle.

wilbur was certainly a gentleman, but there was no context on why you had to have that coffee with him at 10am on a saturday morning. there was no closure. what was happening now. was he trying to get your attention, was he trying to progress the friendship, did he want to be more than what you two already were-

‘no, that can’t be possible’

until the next saturday and a weird message from tommy.

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[myymi]

I HAVE to know about "Time to become food".

TELL ME

ahh i love this one so much i can't wait to finish it

it's another fic set in mine and passion's apocalypse au lol it's a rewrite of a chunk of season 1 episode 2 of telltale's the walking dead game

“Sonic, wait,” Sonic’s ear twitched at his name being called, turning to find his little brother grabbing onto his sleeve. He motioned for the teen to bend down so he could whisper to him, earning an eye roll from Rick. The hedgehog waved at the human to tell him to go on without him for now before crouching down, “There’s something really off with these guys.” Tails whispered, glancing behind him at Wayne. “I don’t like it. Please be careful.” “Hey, you don’t gotta worry about me, bud.” Sonic gave the fox a small smile, placing his paw on the younger’s shoulder. “Please just promise you’ll keep an eye on him.” The kit begged, tugging on the cuff of his glove. They needed to find him a new pair, the ones he wore were too torn up. The teen sighed but nodded, taking away the paw on his shoulder so he could press his knuckles against his forehead. He smiled fondly as the fox leaned into the touch, “I promise, bro. I’ll be back before you know it.” “If you’re not back in thirty minutes I’m coming to find you myself.” Tails warned, curling his own paw into a fist so he could press his knuckles against the older’s chest. The hedgehog rolled his eyes, ruffling the kit’s bangs as he rose to his feet. “Deal.” Is all he said before giving a two finger salute, turning around so he could jog up to Rick. The fox frowned as he watched the two of them walk away, a pit of anxiety settling in his stomach. He really hopes it’s just him being paranoid, but he does not trust this place.

“Tails!” His ears perked at his name being called. He turned around to locate who was calling for him, raising a brow when he saw Charmy standing on a swing. That hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. “Come here!” “Where’d that come from?” Tails asked as he walked over, eyeing the rope that held the swing up. It looked sturdy enough. “Vector fixed it!” The bee had a huge grin on his face. He dropped to sit on the swing like you were supposed to and scooted as far to the right as he could, “C’mon, it’s big enough for both of us!” Tails wanted to protest. He really needed to finish fixing the fence and generator, but the happiness he could feel from the younger kept him from saying no. With a sigh, he walked over and hopped onto the swing. “Vector! Push us!” Charmy called, leaning back far enough that Tails worried he’d fall off the swing had he not been holding onto the rope with both of his hands. He instead just laughed at the bee, turning just in time to watch the crocodile shake his head as he made his way over to the kids. “I can’t stay on for too long,” The fox said, leaning against the rope. Vector grabbed hold of the ropes and took a few large steps back, knowing the bee would complain if he didn’t push the high enough, before pushing the swing forward, “but I’ll bet Runt’ll like this. You should show him this once he's feeling better.” “When is he gonna feel better?” Charmy asked, his feet kicking in sync with the swing. The kit shrugged, bringing his tails around to rest in their laps. “Should only be a couple days.” Tails guessed. The arrow hadn’t gone too deep, so the healing process should be pretty quick. He looked over to the farmhouse, a nauseating feeling washing over him as he did so. The fox dug the necklace out from his pocket, carefully rubbing his thumb over Runt’s engraved name on the back of the main charm. It was really messy handwriting that he guessed was the wolf’s. Deciding that the easiest way to make sure it wouldn’t fall out of his pocket or something, Tails clipped the necklace around his neck. The cold metal was a weird sensation, but he’d deal with it.

ive definitely posted the bit with charmy before, but i like it so im posting it again lmao

[mystic-story-lover]

~ Apologies ~

Kenny Omega x Bria (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 897

Warnings: Swearing

Type: Angst

Summary: After seeing Hangman and Kenny reunite, everything comes crashing back down

A/n: Remember that post about having three stories in the works from forever ago? Here is one of those three lmao

~~~

“I can’t keep doing this with you Kenny. We’re going round and round, but nothing is changing.” Bria sniffled, the tears staining her bright red cheeks.

She’d been crying for the past few minutes, ever since the argument between her and Kenny got worse. This wasn’t the first they’d had recently, but they all ended up the same way for them. For the most part, things went smooth between them, but when his familiar face showed up, it all went downhill. Bria tried to convince the two men to talk, but had no luck in it.

“There isn’t anything that needs to change!” He threw his hands up, frustrated with the argument.

“Please Kenny, just talk to him.” She whispered, lowering her head.

Kenny paced around the locker room for a moment, his fingers tugging in his curly locks. He was mumbling things to himself, not loud enough for the purple haired woman to hear.

“No, I won’t do it, Bria.” He stated, finally stopping in his tracks.

“Fine, then I’m walking away from us, Kenny. I told you that I couldn’t keep doing this with you, and I meant that.” Bria sighed, and turned around. She grabbed her packed suitcase that rested on the wall by the locker room door, and walked away.

~~~

“Hey man, that segment was great.” Cole beamed, and Bria turned, spotting him with the cowboy. 

She blinked quickly, trying to prevent the tears from falling out of her chocolate brown eyes. The pain of leaving coming back around. It’d only been two months since she walked away, but it didn’t stop it from hurting more. Before she could turn away, he’d spotted her, and walked away from the rest of his friends.

“Bria, hey, can we talk?” He asked as he approached her, one hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Kenny.” She sighed, not daring to look at him.

“Please, just listen for a second.” Kenny whispered, and she looked at him. “I know I fucked up with us, and I’m owning up to that. It got so bad that I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. When you walked away, I took some time to figure out what needed to change, and I realized you were right.” 

“Well, I’m glad you realized it too.” Bria muttered, and tried to walk away, but Kenny stopped her.

“Bria, wait, I need to say this. I talked to Hangman, and he agreed that we should fix things. He wanted to surprise you with that, but when I told him we were over, he told me I was a fucking idiot for letting you walk out that door.” This caused her to burst out in a fit of laughter.

“He was right, you know.” She laughed again, a pained one, but a laugh nonetheless.

“Yeah, I know. He hasn’t stopped telling me that either.” He smiled at her, shaking his head. “Which is why I’m here, talking to you tonight. I want to fix things for us Bria, because I love you, and I’ll never stop.” 

Bria sniffled softly, unable to stop all the tears as they flowed. This was everything she’d wanted to hear, but it was too late now. As much as her heart screamed at her to fix things, Bria knew that it’d only end poorly for her again.

“Kenny, you made me miserable, and yet I still loved you, but I can’t do that again. I’m still putting myself back together, and if I go running back to you, it’ll only break me.” She whispered, and took a step forward, away from him once again.

“I understand, and I wouldn’t put you back in that position. Again, I’m truly sorry for hurting you Bria.” She nodded at his words.

When she walked away from him this time, he was approached by his friends, who all wore a look of worry. They’d seen the former couple talking, and when they watched her leave, they rushed over to comfort Kenny. 

~~~

“Babe? Did you hear anything I said?” Kenny laughed, shaking his head at his wife’s startled face.

“I’m sorry, I was totally lost in thought.” She smiled up at him, and he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. “What did you say?”

“I was asking what you thought about a video game nursery for the baby.” Bria laughed, glancing down at her stomach for a second. 

They were roughly fourteen weeks pregnant, and Kenny was constantly spoiling their future child. He’d bought clothes, a white crib, and some toys already, along with writing down a list of names that he thought Bria would like. 

“Babe, we don’t even know the gender of our baby, don’t you want to wait?” Kenny shook his head, and walked towards the couch. He sat down, and placed a hand on her stomach, rubbing it gently.

Suddenly, Bria jumped, waking herself from the dream she was having. She looked around her bedroom, remembering that she was alone, and peeled the blankets off her body. Sliding into her slippers, she got out of bed toward her kitchen, and pulled a glass from the cupboard. As she filled her glass with water, she thought about the day she spoke to Kenny last.

When she walked away from him that Wednesday, she never went back.

[eyelessfaces]

Just something about the idea of him grumbling while doing something for you because you can’t know how much he loves you but you just know him so well - you’d never say anything though because you know he feels like he needs to make the first move (if he ever will…)

And he’d also try and do projects around the house for you, fixing a squeaky drawer or the table that wobbles because he doesn’t want you to stress about doing more work when you come home from your actual job and he feels like he needs to earn his spot in your home

You just need to grab him by the face and not let go until he realizes just how much you care about him

The brainrot is real lmao (this one’s short because i just woke up but I promise I have more ideas to share!)

omg all of this:(((((((

like I said before ACTS OF SERVICE!! he really feels like his presence is too much sometimes and he hates feeling useless when you're out there battling to pay your rent (which he also does, he does battle to make a living out of all of this) so he's definitely out there trying to be as useful as possible around the apartment so you don't have to worry about (subjectively) small things (that can be stressful when you don't know how to deal with them)

I definitely think that that scene at the cafe with jean kinda traumatized him ("me and jim try, you sleep on the couch" or whatever that line was) and he's trying to be better at being useful when he already does so much to try to be successful :(

(you don't have to worry about the length of all of that whatever you send is perfect I love your headcanons we share the same vision<3)

[sundaynightlive]

You Are in Love (Steddie)

Yeah, I’m a Swiftie, deal with it.

(TW: blood and death, I guess?)

Steve and Eddie’s dramatic ass reunion after the Upside Down debacle, secretly-daring-before-season-4 edition.

Just some sappy, fluffy shit. So short—impossibly short.

I have so much I wanna write and post but my wifi is down and I hate writing on my phone so we all out of luck until my grandpa fixes it lmao.

You can hear it in the silence.

Quiet, as the dust clears. Steve’s heartbeat is in his fucking throat—the tear is closed, and they’re alive. They’re all alive, even—

You can feel it on the way home.

It’s time he was honest, he knows that. He knows how long he’s been lying, how much he’s been hiding from his people—his family. They didn’t deserve that, but he couldn’t help not being ready.

He’d only managed to tell Rob, for obvious reasons.

He’s far from Steve, separated by the chaos, bleeding profusely from long scars on his back where there used to be wings—dirty, hair soaked with rain and blood and sweat—he’s looking at Steve, wide-eyed, probably shocked to be alive when not too long ago he was undead, and not long before that, just dead.

God, how that had torn Steve apart—no one to cry to except Wayne and Rob, nobody to talk to, avoiding Dustin like a plague, unable to offer a shoulder when he needed one himself.

More than a shoulder—whole bodies, whole hearts and minds to console him in his grief.

And Dustin is still pissed at him for this, and Steve has a lot of apologizing to do for the way he’s been. He has a lot of apologizing to do for his refusal to explain himself.

But right now isn’t the time to worry about that.

You can see it with the lights out.

Steve is crying before he’s moving, choking out sobs before he even thinks to go towards Eddie to hold him for the first time in ages.

He’s wiping his eyes, rooted to the spot, blubbering like a goddamn baby until Robin pushes at his shoulder, urging him forward, and he realizes that yeah.

Yeah, he should probably go.

“Go, Steve.”

You are in love. True love.

He stumbles first, and then he’s running. He’s never run while crying before, and finds himself teetering and stumbling, but it’s not enough to stop it.

It’s been so long. So long.

God, Steve can’t wait to bring Eddie home, to laugh and cry and settle in Wayne’s arms, too, and then get that fucker in a shower, and maybe climb in there with him.

Or a bath. Maybe even a bath.

He can’t wait to crawl into bed with him again, to wake up in the morning to coffee and breakfast, courtesy of Wayne. He can’t wait to show him all the things he’s missed, to bring him to Hellfire and let him learn Will’s campaign, to get him a job, to get him a life. Get him his life back.

He can’t wait to wake up whole. Without that empty fucking space, and that empty fucking vest.

“You fucking idiot,” he sobs.

You are in love.

Eddie holds him, bares the force of him and then holds him tightly, laughing hysterically, crying, too. Steve is smearing blood across his hands and Ed’s back, and he can’t bring himself to fucking care. It’s not terrible—the scars won’t be terrible.

Eddie’s alive. He’s alive.

And really, Steve could care less about the eyes on them, curious onlookers plus Robin, who is yelling something like—

“Fuck yeah! We’re alive, motherfuckers!”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, hoarse, and Steve pulls out of the hug, tears streaming down his face. “I know I said I—“

“You wanted to kiss me before we split up, you dumb son of a bitch,” Steve manages, voice breaking, shaking his head slightly at the intense relief washing through every cell in his body, “So do it, Munson.”

The smile he’s gifted is worth every second of agony.

Eddie’s hands come around his face and pull him forward. Robin hoots and hollers. Steve just pulls his boyfriend closer, crying profusely and hoping to never wake from this moment. Nothing in his life will ever feel like this again—

And, to be fair, it shouldn’t.

You can hear it in the silence…