#he'd probably hate that take if he saw it. but its not my fault my schools were pretentious who decided there was a right and wrong way

[give-grian-rights]

this is so horrific and beautiful . i hope Joe has seen it. also what video did he say this poem, what the hell

Deep Fried Sunrise, Minecraft map art Blocks placed by Magenta Original poem by Joe Hills

Built on the Joe Hills DeepSlate 9 Patreon Server

[dandyslibrary]

PERFECT🪞

Glisten x Reader // Fluff // Oneshot

Prompt ; New toon, that’s an Idol, and at first glisten feels threatened.. threatened by how perfect you are! You see him as your best friend. And he's forced to spend some time with you even though he doesn't want to. But a misunderstanding occurs! And you do something that makes him realize his feelings.

Romantic or Platonic? ; Romantic

TW; Probably OOC?? Glisten doesn't like you at first, romcom moment at the end, overuse of the word perfect, Y/n being so in love and glisten is dense sigh,

A/N; This was so silly, hope you like it anon ! Probably cringe but this is like desert before the main course meal. (My other fic im almost done with!) READER IS WEARING WIG

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Why did Glisten feel so threatened by a single toon! He knows he’s better than everyone. He excels in everything! That’s because he’s perfect. He has to be!

So why do you have to do better than him in.. everything! Everything he does! It’s just so infuriating is it not!?

He's seen your performances before.. the way you moved so smoothly and your voice was fit to be in a choir. You had a good sense of rhythm, your songs were perfect also!

Not to mention how you looked.. you looked so beautiful up on stage. Holding the microphone tightly singing your heart out.

he first time he saw you perform he was mesmerised, you performed so flawlessly like it wasn't a big deal that you were in front a huge crowd of people.

You were just so perfect. No, you were above perfect.

And he hated it.

He hated how he could never be on the same level as you. He hated how you're on a higher level above him. How others see as someone amazing.

How the first thing others would think whenever they see you was someone 'perfect'. And he hated how his first thought of you was 'perfect.'

He hates to admit it, but he wants to be like you. How are you just so perfect? He wants to know how. He wants to know why.

Why did you exactly come here? Did you come here to steal his spotlight? To steal his title of the most perfect toon?

He hates you.

Of course he never shown it, he kept it to himself. If others saw this ugly, horrible side of him, then he'd be deemed as someone who wasn't perfect.

He also hates how you see him as a 'best friend'. Yes, it is cute how you would cheer up how your mouth curled up whenever you saw him. How you would wave and yell out his name whenever you made eye contact.

You'd stay by his side and 'protect' him from the twisteds. Though you'd keep on talking to him while he was extracting and there were times you attracted some twisteds.

He doesn't mind hearing your voice anyway.

And you'd be the first person to volunteer to help him test his makeup being so enthusiastic that he agreed.

It would've been perfect if you didn't kept on talking while he would apply eyeshadow. But, the way your eyes stared into his while he was so focused on you made his heart flutter a bit.

He'd gently hold your jaw as he was applying on your eyeliner. You were trying to talk about this new song that you've written, which he could really care less about right now.

Could you just stop moving your plush lips? Its as if they were putting him into a trance..

He was snapped out of his train of thought when you just suddenly called him perfect.

Were you mocking him?.. Did you find out about how he felt about you? Surely you didn't read his diary right?

Suddenly his gentle grip changed, he held your jaw harshly making you wince. He noticed and pulled his hand away. There was a red marking on your beautiful skin.

He balled up his fists dropping the brush to the ground. He turned his back on you and asked you to leave. You tried to protest- but he didn't hear any of your pleas and pushed you out instead.

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Glisten was at another performance of yours, why? He needs to take notes. And its not his fault. you were just so good on stage how could he miss it.

The lights suddenly went off which spooked him a bit. Suddenly when the lights went back on you were on stage. And again you looked so perfect..

But this time you weren't wearing your regular clothes, you were wearing an outfit that had his face on it saying 'I LOVE THIS MAN!'

.

His face heated up from embarrassment, his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. What? What is this-

"This song is for the most perfect toon, the toon I have loved for so long!" you yelled even though you had a mic on your hands. The crowd stayed silent for a bit then they started cheering. Of course they would cheer-

You then started to sing the song that you've made for him which was really cheesy. Out of theme with your other songs. It was as if it was from a rom-com

Is this the new song you were talking about?

He couldn't take his eyes away from you, your performance was so beautiful. Well it was made for him so of course it had to be.

Right when the song ended you started with the other songs you were famous for. Still wearing the shirt..

He was called to backstage and to be honest he was a bit nervous. And flustered.

"Glisten! You saw me perform didn't you?" you smiled widely at him fiddling with the hem of your shirt nervously. You chuckled as he continued to stay silent

He noticed that your hair was a bit frizzy, sweat dripped down your cheeks. You also seemed a bit out of breath.

"G-Glisten?" Your smiled wavered- and you were about to say something but he cleared his throat narrowing his eyes.

"It was simply perfect." he finally spoke giving you a soft smile pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Really, he loved it.

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uhmmgmmms THANK YOU FOR READING! Hope you enjoyed hfhdsfn SORRY IF ITS REALLY BAD...

[blood-grove]

ruffled feathers

avian/harpy! ghost & soap + child! naga reader

tws; broken bones, near death experience, angst, kidnapping?, idk if this would count as DDD :( its jut overall a dark au take on avian and the world they live in, .

a/n; yeah this one is really heavy compared to my other ones stay safe, also my interpitation of harpies are the ones that have normal human arms and a set of wings but everything else about them is cryptid like

I really hate how stupid I was sometimes, I thought if I could just reach the nest get the eggs I'd be done head back down and enjoy the small feast along with all the other things you've foraged today.

The further I went the more painfully exposed I felt glancing around anxiously before reaching the nest digging threw it snatching up the eggs I could grab stuffing a few in my mouth already before starting down the tree a bit unevenly trying not to drop the eggs or fall.

My tail subconsciously wrapping around a branch as I almost had reached the bottom—

Only to have some huge slam into me the bark of the tree digging into my tail as it attempt to try and hold on my brain registering what the hell was going on till there was loud snap and crunch and my own scream of agony till my tail went limp and I was snagged away from the tree a few branches snapping and creak in the process.

Pain radiating threw my body like I had been crushed like a tin can, I was in the air.

I was in the air?

Did I die that quick is this heaven?

"Hope your still alive down there."

That gravely voice was clear indication I wasn't in heaven and possibly in hell.

Simon honestly did not know why he had picked up the small thing he could barely tell if it was still in his talons grip the ragged breaths and tired sobs it started to let out were a great reminder to him.

The thing would barely even be a snack honestly but better than nothing Soap needed that food badly ever since the loveable idiot broke his wing its been critical to nurse him back to health of course Price and Gaz also helped but they also had there own lives own territories so it was usually down to him to help.

Whatever the Owl Harpy could grab he'd bring back ranging from larger to smaller prey.

Small centaurs, hybrids, humans.

You name he's probably killed it.

But right the task at hand feeding Johnny.

Another few eerily quiet wing beats and he was back on track.

Landing on the ground couldn't have been fun from the little snake he hoped it broke or passed on already lifting his talon to examine the snake making sure it didn't look like it was infected the last he needed was to give Johnny food poisoning.

When he saw the little thing stirring out of its unconscious state he sighed rolling his eyes as his talons popped unlocking from around the little snake that started to sob again as I picked it up it weighed decently he hoped it wouldn't put up much of a fight for Soap.

Not his fault the thing decided to keep living usually he aims for the head or body the force of him pouncing and the whiplash of being torn away from where ever they wear would stun them long enough or kill them.

"P-please let me go-"

"What?"

God it was a mess its left arm clearly limp and useless as of now bruises blooming on there body and the few smaller cuts on there tail no doubt either from the tree he yanked it out of.

"Please it hurts—"

Simon just ignored it as he went into the interior of there little nest outpost enough room for wing spans but small enough to conserve heat as he tuned out the Naga's begs and sobs looking to see if Soap was awake finding the man stretching out his uninjured wing perking up at the sight of Simon with a smile.

"Ghost! Ah thought ye'd be gone for a few more days?

"Wasn't findin' much food out South brought ya' a snack though-"

Simon slightly waved the weakly squirming naga Soap grimacing a bit.

"Why is it still alive?"

"Thought it died on the way here guess not, What? Need your food chewed up like a fledgling?"

"Shuddup! Whatever give it-"

Simon grinned as he pulled the snake away out of reach chuckling as at Soap's huff.

"Please d-don't eat me.."

"It can still talk?"

"Yeah?"

"God's Si ye' sick bastard just crush it already you know how I feel about you toying with food- Espcially young ones-"

"Alright alright-"

"Please don't kill me I-I'm sorry!-"

Soap just huffed making a grabbing motion towards Simon as he begrudgingly handed the sobbing thing over.

"God it's barely got any meat on it."

"Best thing I could find when winters coming around the corner soon enough.."

"Can't we just..let it go?"

"And let it just freeze to death up here in the mountains sure-" Simon grinned as he looked down at Soap who just glared back up at him from the nest of pelts loose feathers fallen feathers along with whatever other makeshift bedding they've collected.

"Not what I mean but I guess you make a decent point.."

Soap sighed as he looked a down at the small naga who sobbed and whimpered.

"I- Well I can't kill them Si-"

"Alright I will then-"

"No!- I.."

"Soap..You need food you haven't even in a couple of days and neither have I.."

"Well..can't you get..something else?.."

"..Fine but I'm going to eat them then-"

Soap flinched at this subconsciously tugging the naga closer much to the pain and bewilderment of the child and there broken arm.

"For the gods sake Soap!- Do not make me take that thing away it's a waste of heat and air were already struggling to eat anyways and you haven't been healing well-"

Simon grumbled rubbing his temple as he sighed heavily.

"Please Johnny."

Soap shifted as he looked down at the writhing form in his arms there snake half had constricted barely around his leg in a attempt to force him to let go which did not work as he basically ignored them as he frowned.

"I-..Can't we keep em' Si?"

"No"

"But just look at the poor thing- Look I- Please-"

Simon just just sighed as he turned his feathers ruffling as he picked up a satchel.

"I'm going to go find some more food and some berries or whatever if I can..If you haven't eaten it by then, Then fine you can keep it or whatever but it's not eating our food."

Soap frowned slightly but he took it as a fair enough deal grinning slightly as he looked over to the little naga that had passed out either from pain or shock.

When he looked up Ghost was gone leaving him alone again.

Well not completely.

I could barely register anything that was going on the next time I woke the pain in my arm had gone down surprising a sour tart taste in my mouth either from the lack of water so far or blood.

I was warm,

Like unnaturally warm.

It kept me still the pervious cold that had been biting at my body was gone it made me lethargic looking around I noticed my arm was a in a makeshift sling.

It felt nice..It would feel nice if I didn't feel eyes on me.

"..Ye alive little snake?"

I shifted away slightly letting a raspy hiss.

"Thought so, Y'know ye know A dinnae want tae eat ye honestly yer very small skin an bones"

"I wanna leave"

"You can't really not with that broken arm..You sound parched as hell let me get some water.."

Soap smiled softly shifting a bit as he got up heading over to a part of of the cave coming back with a small bowl full cool clear water.

"Theres a spring that leaks into her..should be cool enough."

Soap sat infront of me as I glared trying to slither back as he pushed the bowl towards me.

"C'mon.."

I just hissed again as I coiled up grumbled ignoring his offer He sighed mumbled before shuffling back to his spot.

This was gonna be a long night.

a/n: WHY DID I MAKE THIS ONE SO LONG ITS SUPPOSED OT BE SHORTER THAN THIS...idk if i wanan make a pt 2 tried keeping it 1st person for reader i default to 'You' a lot bad habit.

[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Vox and Alastor's breakup/Fight was huge--and messy as fuck. Quite simply, unlike what canon is hinting at where Valentino came to Vox's rescue and Alastor ruined one of his Antenna it didn't happen here--and for those 7 years, Alastor lived with the belief he'd killed his beloved Vox. Which is the main reason why Alastor took over the entertainment district--too keep anything of Vox's alive. So yeah, Alastor runs the Vees. TV isn't as powerful--Radio is in every house, but huge televisions are on every corner, running 24/7 informing sinners of news and such and you can rent a tv alongside videos. (And the big TVs show Valentino's porn for a few limited hours at night. Val is....not someone Alastor cares alot for, especially once it comes out Vox sent an SOS to him. Once Velvette and Nifty become friends however, Alastor can see what Vox saw in Velvette.)

Vox's deal with Lucifer is alot more freer then whatever canon Alastor has going on. Lucifer's only command is this: Help and Protect Charlie to the best of your abilities and I'll give you power. The more you help her the more power you'll get in return.

So Vox doesn't really want to free himself at the moment--why would he, when helping the Princess would get him ridiculous amounts of power? (And with this power, he could protect himself from Alastor? He'd never be afraid of dying a second time again.) And that's why he avoids radios, knowing if Alastor picks up his voice the deer will know he's up and alive.

Upon his return and realization that Overlords aren't solo acts anymore and that Alastor owns the Vees and the entertainment district, Vox gets in contact with a hidden Overlord that owes him big time--after all, Vox did stop him from betting his soul and well seeing how Valentino's life is absolute shit at the moment it's a good thing he did.

Husker is, of course grumpy as ever, but agrees to take on his overlord status again and Join Vox at the Hotel--both of them proclaiming themselves as allies and the Hotel and the area around it their territory, easily surrounding the land with hearts, spades and lightning bolts.

While the two overlords are decorating, Angel Dust lifts up his phone, and takes pictures of Vox, and sends them to Valentino.

Valentino prints them out, and drops them off at Alastor's desk, murmuring about how having Angel Dust at the hotel might be a good thing after all.

HI AGAIN SWAP NONNY!!! youre so cool marry me. I mean what wait who said that

oh my GODDDD fuck the idea that alastor thinks he fucking KILLED vox when the other disappeared... im gonna be SICK he thought he killed his beloved and because of it even though he hates modern technology and all the buzz and noise that comes along with it he decided to take control of the entertainment district because itw as the only thing he thought he had left of vox... do you think he kept like voxs old heads or something and like has a makeshift grave or something. and he hates val because vox went to ask him for help but he didnt come in time so he thinks its BOth their faults that vox is gone... oh my god. oh my fucking God........ im really gonna be sick nonny why would you do this to me THEYRE SO FUCKIGn .OWUAUGAHHHHH TEARS MY HAIR OUT

YEAHH husk and vox friendship here is so sweet to me. i like to think that vox and husk join in on the bonding activities at the hotel with charlie and hype her up sometimes. also since theres no niffty here would vox also act as a niffty type person? like he and husk share duties between them of being concierge/janitor/bartender.... imagining vox in a bartender suit and a maid outfit was probably not the best thing to do for my fragile mind tbh but. You know. You see my vision right nonny dont you (i am shaking you gently)

GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!!!! is angel acting like double agent like here or something? or are he and val in less of an employee/abusive boss relationship here and more of a comrades-in-arms relationship here united under alastor's tyranny? whatever it is im excited to hear more :) please dont stop with this nonny the brainrots getting to me

[batsplat]

who do u root against 😈😈😈😈

(feel free to ignore hahahah im just a hater who likes [non serious] hating <3)

bastianini's the main one (if you read my top ten 2024 rider ranking really carefully, you can probably detect a slight hint of it), which is a long-term investment that got cancelled for a while on pity grounds last year (quite unfortunate because I'd geared up to go full hater mode when I saw his pre-season did not match the hype his factory signing was accompanied with but... alas, portimao) but has really come through for me this year. the exact results profile to hit the sweet spot - enough good stuff to piss you off but ultimately a lot of vindication. I still remember some of the things people were saying after misano ii... and the beautiful thing about hating that profile of athlete is that you can sit back and observe. not everything needs a reaction. you know they will eventually come through for you. awful mentality, I am secretly in the casey camp where I dislike athletes who aren't taking this shit seriously enough. he was my highlight of the final race of the season, aleix's comment made me smile for days

ehhh vinales I think I'm sort of over, it's just increasingly felt too mainstream and low-hanging fruit to bully him. if EVERYONE is ragging on him then what's the point y'know. I was an early adopter - I knew in my soul that man was not a serious operator pretty early on as a motogp fan. this is a case where being a tennis fan came through for me once again, took one look at him and went 'lostgen'. so the unravelling of the 2017 title campaign after how crazy the hype was... pretty satisfying. but also I genuinely felt happy for him when he won cota this year, so perhaps war is over. when I watch him hurtle backwards at each start, occasionally I feel a kind of nostalgia-induced warmth in my heart. when a pigeon shits on your windowsill every week, do you not eventually become fond of the pigeon? you know that it will never desert you... there is beauty in the rhythms of life if you know where to look

I have a long-standing antipathy for alex marquez that I can't quite remember the origin point for, maybe the story about him being favoured over teammate alex rins to win his moto3 title? which, again, this is very much hating for fun territory, it's not exactly his fault, but y'know. I've always been fond of rinsy and this is extremely extremely mean but I did enjoy that aragon 2020 comment where he said he looked at the pitboard and was shocked at the name and went "wow another one, marquez, another marquez!!" which is just so obviously bitchy given they used to be teammates. and like. I can't not respect that energy. you just kinda feel he'd been sitting on that one for half a decade (same way miller still *clearly* has a grudge against this guy lmfao bless him). did pause my hating on pity grounds for part of the honda stint but last year was rewarding on that front. ehhh.... raul fernandez is now old enough I can say I've been a hater historically, but honestly at a certain point that one kinda loses its kick. still don't entirely get why he's gotten a two year contract extension. there might also be another child I strongly suspect I will be a long-term hater of but unfortunately I need to wait until he turns 22 before I can publicly pray on his downfall :(( even if sometimes you just Know where this path is leading you

anyway lol none of these are THAT serious. I genuinely think the danger factor makes it tough for me to commit to the same extent, like with all these riders I have watched at least one crash that absolutely terrified me. I don't feel as comfortable hating on someone I know there is a slim but real chance I might watch die on any given sunday. (vinales' austria 2020 double proper spooked me icl.) with men's tennis the guys I hate I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire, but also that shit's more serious. AND way less satisfying when you're hating on a generational talent who's just winning everything, usually the guys I'm a hater of in motogp give me a fair bit to work with

[sampoenjoyer]

MINI RANT ABT SMTH THAT ANNOYED ME

I was scrolling through a mha tag looking for fanart of one of the villains and i saw someone like talking about their opinions on each of the different characters and YKNOW ITS FINE TO HAVE DIFFERENT TAKES THATS OKAY I GET IF SOMEONE HATES/DISLIKES MY FAVORITE BUT THEY HAD A RLLY AWFUL TAKE ON SHIGIRAKI AND I NEEDED TO RANT.

ok so they stated they didn't like shigiraki because he lacked motivation WHICH IS A TAKE IVE SURPRISINGLY SEEN MORE THAN ONCE, AND I JUST WANNA BREAK IT DOWN.

Not every character needs a super strong motivation.

IDK MAYBE THATS A HOT TAKE BUT I CAN THINK OF PLENTY OF CHARACTER'S I LIKE WHO DON'T HAVE SUPER STRONG MOTIVATIONS. Actually same series, MR COMPRESS I LOVE THE GUY I DON'T, AS FAR AS I KNOW, THINK HE HAS SOME CRAZY STRONG MOTIVATION. This point might be more my personal opinions-y but i just wanted to say it. NEXT POINT:

2. Shigiraki DOES have a motivation

HIS MOTIVATION IS KILLING ALL MIGHT. I'm in season 3 rn, so maybe he suddenly changes his opinions later but as of the story he wants All Might dead, that is his goal, and to some extent he wants to destroy everything, to ruin hero soceity. I could see an arguement the latter is his true motivation, EITHER WAY HE DEFINITELY HAS ONE.

also ik some ppl look at character motivation differently so alternatively: you could argue his motivation is the rlly messed up event in his childhood with his family, or:

3. His raising by All for One.

OKAY SOME PEOPLE SEEM TO BE UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND THAT ALL FOR ONE MANIPULATED SHIGIRAKI, AND GROOMED HIM TO BE A TOOL. LIKE IT IS VERY BLATANT; he took in shigiraki as a child, after (SPOILERS)

(i couldn't figure out how to do the spoilered text on tumblr sorry)

shigiraki had killed his own family, and he convinced shigiraki it was all his fault, that he'd meant to do that, that he had evil inside him, an urge to destroy. Shigiraki is the product of over a decade of manipulation and grooming, and it also made blatanlty clear that he is not mentally well, probably depressed LIKE EVEN IF YOU DONT COUNT THAT AS A MOTIVATION THE MANIPULATION IS A REASONING BEHIND HIS ACTIONS.

IDK IFTHIS MAKES SENSE JUST BUGS ME WHEN PPLHATE ON A CHARACTER I LIKE FOR A REASON THATS FACTUALLY WRONG. (IVE PROLLY DONE THE SAME BEFORE WITHOUT REALZIING BUT YEH IDK)

ANWYAYS RANT OVER.

[marzowo]

One more post b4 i sleep

Warning that this au is 1:A beast Au x Original Au mix

So its gonna make like no fucking sense

2:Ive never read or watched Bsd or beast bsd

sorry,im hoping someone will help my au makes sense

3: There are probably so many timeline incorrect things with this au,Aka why i got frustrated and gave up :/

Anyway first is the hc that i have,its a small one

But i hc that atsushis hair was originally black,and it turned white during his days in the orphanage and thats how the orphanage knew he was a monster (they didnt know what he was,but child with 'magic' in a toxic church?) probably a demon

They didnt know he was the tiger until later on

The next hc is a huge one :D

and it has to do with religious trauma,Im not going into detail but basically Atsushi has some severe,like some severe religious trauma,not only was he physically abused, The Orphanage's religion was used as a vice of punishment not only for atsushi but all the Orphanage kids,his was just the most severe(like cult typa shit,maybe ot was actually a cult)

Now for the O!bsd x B!bsd au

,l like to imagine for my ver of the au That theres technically 2 headmasters of the orphanage, The original headmaster and his son, when atsushi was a child he was a teenager Atsushi kills the original headmaster and its the son that gets into a car accident later in the bsd series, or you could switch it to atsushi killing the son and after he dies the father repents bcs he knows it was technically his fault.

[This is when shots starts to go downhill and starts to mention timelines]

Atsushi's orphanage bg is exactly like beast au,up to when mori finds him {i think mori might have gone to retrieve him} (this is as someone who nevee read beast tho,so im not sure if shes there but) atsushi escapes the orphanage instead of being kicked out,he roams the streets for awhile mostly sticking to alleys and he eventually finds himself close to ig one of the many bases that the PM has (idk ive never read or watched bsd or beast bsd) and elise is out running an errand(or something IDK WHAT SHE DOES SMH), we all know ellise knows shit she shouldnt,and she recognizes atsushi (idfk maybe she doesnt recognise him,she just finds his hair pretty.) but she takes him to mori and mori takes care of him for some time bcs why not (idk why i made this but,im now realising it makes no sense...) but mori gives him the decision of the port mafia or the ada (this is after a large timeskip btw,atsushi works in rhe shadows and noone,not even dazai knows he works for the pm,everything is essentially like cannon) and he decides he wants to take a break from the mafia for abit {this sounds like a wattpad fanfic,kill me now

and goes to work for the ada,just not in the usual sense, since noone knows who he is and he still works for mori (Queue Cannon) Atsushi basically is a hella good actor. [fuck this idea,all my homies hate this idea. Atsushi is an actor yes but he actually quits the pm instead and goes i to his found family arc.] he decides to join back the pm after the ada goes down Idk but the (current?) arc with dazai and fyodor passes and the pm somehow ends up unscathed but relocated and dazai goes missing [Last i heard he disappeared down an elevator shaft or sumn]

Idfk where this au has gone anymore

Yea :)))

Heres one more HC/AU thingy based off somone elses AU that i saw

The persons Au! - The tiger has the ability to steal abilities when astushi eats the ability owner.

My Additon to the AU: Now i hc that as WR atsushi ate someone who had the ability to change size and appearance (maybe a notorious criminal who didnt pay off his mafia debts) so when life got too interesting or dangerous for him he'd change age and looks and just start all over again (and bcs of his tigers regeneration ability, just like with deadpool he's essentially immortal)

This is a rant,its going on tumblr

UGH

My brain is too full :/

i didnt mean to make it this long tbh

Anyway im hoping somone will like my HC's and AU's and appreciate me pls thank u

GN

[megan65735]

Please, Wake Up

CanIPayYouInGay

Summary:

I was asked if Wakko got to see Dot before she died in my other story. Here's the answer.

Work Text:

Dot closed her eyes and yawned, "But I'm not even… *cough cough* ...tired." She lied.

Yakko looked down at her, worried, "I won't take long. And I promise, I'll bring Wakko right over to see you, ok?"

She didn't open her eyes, "Mmm hmm…"

He kissed her forehead, "I'll be right back." He walked out, leaving her to rest.

As he moved the sheet out of the way to leave, a gust of wind passed him. It managed to reach Dot's bed, making her shiver. Even with two blankets, she couldn't keep warm.

Even so, Dot could barely keep herself awake. Her body begged her to just fall asleep and her mind was fighting a losing battle. She went in and out of consciousness, but still wasn't able to try and open her eyes.

She knew she should be resting, but pure willpower wouldn't let her. Wakko would be home, any minute now, and she wasn't going to miss that just because she was on her deathbed. 

In the distance, the train's whistle blew, alerting her enough to get the upper hand on sleep. She was finally able to open her eyes and take a deep breath, which she regretted. 

Dot took one hand out from under her covers to bring to her face as she went into yet another coughing fit. Her small body shook in discomfort and she swore she was about to hack up a lung. 

The really ironic part was that each cough left her out of breath, and each breath caused her to cough. It left almost no relief for the poor girl.

It took about two minutes to stop, but it definitely felt like much longer. As soon as it was over, she sunk deeper into her pillow and stared at the glass of water left on the nightstand. As much as it would help soothe her throat, she didn't have the energy to even try and reach for it.

Dot closed her eyes.

'Yakko was right. I should have stayed in bed last night. Why do I always have to be so impatient? This stupid sickness was about to heal on its own and I had to go and ruin it…'

Dot gripped the pillow and squeezed her eyes tighter.

'I'm supposed to be at the train station right now. I'm supposed to be greeting my brother after a long year of working. It's my fault he had to leave and find a job in the first place…'

*Cough cough*

'And now, Wakko has to come home and help take care of me because I couldn't wait just one more day…'

*Cough*

'He probably hates me… He probably didn't even want to come back home… Who would want to come back to Acme Falls?...'

She whimpered.

'Especially for me. He knows what a burden I am… Yakko writes to him almost every day, telling him that I'm still sick… telling him what he has to sacrifice to take care of me…'

There was no sound, which meant the train must have stopped. 

'They're probably talking about me right now. They're probably talking about how they'll take care of me… and I'll probably ruin those plans, too… Why do I keep making their lives harder? They're such good brothers… I don't deserve them… They don't deserve a burden like me… They'd be better off if I just died…'

"Dot!" The middle Warner sibling burst into the room, then quickly covered his mouth and settled himself when he saw his sister resting.

He took a nostalgic look around his home, wagging his tail. He sniffed the air, remembering the scents that he's grown up with. 

Even if it really was no place to live, Wakko missed it. He's been looking forward to returning for a year, and he planned to enjoy it while he could, since his ha'penny was supposed to pay for a new house. 

Sure, this place was run down, cold, and damp, but this was the first home he could remember living in. Where Yakko made them every meal, and eventually taught Wakko to cook. Where they'd witnessed Dot take her first steps, and eventually learn to run, jump, and play. Where he hoped he'd wake up from a bad night, every other day, wishing he never left his siblings. But leaving them was the only way to help them, and he would do anything for his two favorite people in the world. 

He approached Dot's bed with a smile, unable to control the high speed that his tail wagged. "Dot… I'm home." He whispered to not scare her.

She was huddled in on herself, with two blankets attempting to keep her warm. She didn't react to him, still completely motionless. 

He pet the side of her head, hoping it would be gentle enough not to startle her. It was something he remembered seeing Yakko do.

He looked at her features. She looked exactly as he remembered her, aside from growing about an inch, but it was practically unnoticeable. Her pale face stood out against her black fur, just like her brothers'. Her head rested peacefully against her pillow, a little too peacefully.

"Dot?" Wakko tilted his head, confused. He remembered her being a light sleeper, though sickness could have changed her habits. 

He wondered if he should even try to wake her up, she might really need the sleep. Their older brother looked exhausted, maybe they both had a rough night. But there was a strange determination in his mind just to make her react.

"Dot, wake up." He raised his voice slightly. 

He got no response. He paused and stared at her for a while, trying not to let his mind wander to the worst conclusion.

She couldn't be gone. He just got home, he was supposed to help her. He swallowed hard and looked around the room. 

He was alone. Not just the only one awake, but really alone. He needed help for Dot. He needed to get Yakko. 

Wakko bolted out of the room, leaving only his sister's body on her bed.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Can I get some writing of literally any of your primeboys aus, idc which one they’re all so good :D

sure why not! here’s one for the modern AU. tws for medical abuse, what’s effectively legal kidnapping, referenced manipulation, physical abuse, and a mention of police (with sam awesamdude)

dream smiled at him across from the glass, serene as always. even in bright orange prison overalls and with his hands cuffed in front of him, he sat like he owned the place. which he probably did, tommy supposed, but it’s not like that was doing him any good right now. “hello, toms.”

“don't fucking call me that.” tommy could feel his face turn red from embarrassment- fuck, he wished he could forget that time he'd been on those fucking sleepy meds that he'd been made to take so much when he was sent off with dream and he couldn’t even talk properly. apparently, he'd introduced himself as fucking toms to a cashier and dream hadn’t let him forget. “i'll kill you.”

“sure you will, buddy.” dream snorted. “i like your hair.”

“that’s a weird ass- oh, yeah.” tommy raised his hand to the pink streak through his hair, dyed through where the grey-white was at its worst. stress, apparently. had to be a fucking lot of it to age him to looking like an old man at sixteen. “techno did it to me. because he's a good brother. unlike you.”

“last i checked, he helped phil send you away. he's as much as fault as i am, really.” dream snorted. “hey, maybe when i get out, you can get a green streak, too? that way, we'll match instead.”

“you’re never- you’re never getting out of this shithole, dream,” tommy said, hating how his voice wavered. “you're not.”

“tommy, tommy, tommy. oh, tommy. do you really think any jury would convict me? face it, you don’t have the evidence. and i still technically have custody over you, so it’s not like i get a choice.”

“yeah, because you fuckin' manipulated the shit outta my dad!”

“still legal.” dream shrugged. “anyway, once that happens, i've been thinking about moving town, y’know? maybe we could go somewhere sunny- somewhere where no one knows our names! we could make a whole new life, y’know. and you couldn’t stop me, tommy. I’m not even breaking the law.”

tommy couldn’t breathe. he couldn’t he couldn’t he couldn’t not again he wasn’t having that again. the idea of being taken off his meds and being locked in his room and hit and hit and hit and hit was too much to bear. “sam. sam! sam, please!”

the police officer understood what tommy meant through his babbling, and gently placed a hand on his head, guiding him out the room like a frightened child. giving dream one last glance, tommy saw that the smile on his face, almost innocent, never faded.

[heeswifetypeshi]

ONLY ONE

TXT: HUENING KAI

They both were inseparable since they were kids. They couldn't live without seeing each other. Yet, as time passed and as they grew older, they became a lot distant.

Her parents died at a young age, so she was forced to live in a dorm where all her supposed friends skinny shame her and call her ugly and homeless yet claim it is just for a laugh.

She tried not to take it to heart, but as the days went by, she took it too hard on herself and hence she started smoking.

It was fun. It was the only thing that kept her distracted from this shitty reality of hers. She had relatives that made for her finances but she was devoid of the feeling of having a family. The feeling of being loved. She didn't know what it felt like even when Kai loved her and was always there.

She got too lost into this addiction of hers that she cut ties with him. He also tried to shove it off, yet he was so concerned. He was the only one who knew this wasn't how she was and this is how badly she's changed.

So he decided to confront her. He thought it be easy but its been 8 months since they've spoken a word to each other because she got too toxic and told him too stay away.

"Maybe she did care when she told me to stay away, otherwise i would've started it too." He told himself that.

He was reminded of her blood shot eyes when she told him to stay away. He would do absolutely anything to get her back even if it meant crossing half this planet for her. He really loved her yet she failed to see it. It was always like this. She failed to see what everyone tried to do for her.

So he found her, down an alley, smoking. As usual. He could feel his eyes glisten with tears whenever he saw her like that. He'd always watch her from a distance wondering if she was doing okay.

He walked towards her, startling her, as she choked on air at the fact he was approaching her.

She told him to stay away from her, to leave her for good. Yet, here he is. Defying and going against her word.

"Y/N. I know this is sudden, but we need to talk."

She took the ciggerate from her mouth and stepped in it. She knew what he was going to ask her, and she knew with every fibre of her being she would never listen to what he has to say. But it's been so long since she's seen him. She wants to hug him, hold him closer to her and inhale his scent and be lost in his touch, yet she felt she'd look like a weak idiot if she let her guard down and did that.

She motioned for him to continue, staring at the evening sky and wishing she was up there. She closed her eyes, feeling the breeze on her face. It gave her the peace she needed.

"Y/N, I know you told me to stay away so I wouldn't feel affected. But I'm sorry. I'm not as heartless as you to let the love of my life grieve all alone and suffer in front of my eyes."

"If you really loved me, where were you for these past 8 months when I needed you the most?" She said so, in a pissed off tone, hinting she was blaming him. She always did this. Place the blame on someone else when it was entirely her fault for not communicating with anyone, for shutting everyone out when she had Kai with her the entire time

"I was there! I was there with you when you felt bad. Hell, I was there everytime you went through something bad. Yet you failed to see I was there. "

His words hit you deep. He was right. But you hated admitting it. You always made yourself distant to others cause you were too blinded by the fear of others leaving you.

You started crying. You felt bad you've hurt everyone around you, especially Kai.

"I-I am so sorry I pushed you away. I just felt that the world betrayed me by taking the only people I've ever loved away from me. I just felt so isolated and I'm so sorry I started smoking. I'm probably the most weakest person you've ever seen. I-"

"It's fine, Y/N. I'm just glad you haven't, you know, died yet." He laughed, trying to clear the atmosphere. It's been so long since you've even seen him smile which makes you realise how much you love him, how much this man would do for you're happiness. 

You didn't deserve him, but here he is. 

"I hope we can start over, if you're okay with it."

He paused for a moment before smiling with his dimples showing. Oh, are you gonna get used to seeing his smile everyday.

"I would love too. But that's not gonna change the fact that I'm still so madly in love with you."

You're heart skipped a beat at his words.

You really didn't deserve him. He'll always have you're heart.

To you, he's you're happy pill you'll never forget to take an overdose on.

But to him, you're the only one for him.

He's the only one who'd ever understand.

[qingxin-dream]

A Proper Punishment

a/n | haaa, april fools! get it? bc scaramouche wouldn’t actually fuck me :’) he’d probably just kill me. anyway, this is my first smut writing. like ever. so please take it easy on me lol. happy april everyone! (art credits: u/Cyclic_Abelian on reddit).

warnings | gender neutral pronouns + female-bodied reader, pet names, make-up sex, rough sex, oral (male receiving)/face-fucking, marking, slight degradation, choking, hair pulling, dumbification, overstimulation, orgasm denial, breeding kink, Electro play

genre | smut (18+ only! minors dni!)

word count | 3.1k

pairing | scaramouche x reader

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For a man burdened with immortality, the few months tainted by your abrupt absence silently weighed on the Balladeer as if it had been centuries. Not a soul dared to speak your name in the presence of the Sixth Harbinger for fear of his unpredictable wrath. He wouldn't allow it. Invoking your name would be like searing a hot brand directly on his chest, a painful reminder that he was not going to endure this hardship for much longer.

Though the wound was invisible, perhaps if you asked his recruits they would tell you the agony in his dulled midnight-hued irises was too obvious to ignore. The harbinger was not the type to drown himself in his work, but by the Archons had he drove himself mad with every mission. His command was stricter with the lash of his venomous tongue at any perception of protest and camping early for the night was a thing of the past.

When he spared his soldiers a break for the day and retired to his tent to rest, the Balladeer would eventually wake irritably to a pillow soaked with that annoying, salty liquid leaking from his eyes. Grumbling, he'd messily throw the pillow around to its opposite side and curse his weakness for affecting him so. Heart or not—Scaramouche despised the new void devouring him from the inside out.

It is all your fault and he hates you for it.

You had promised to return to him in a couple weeks. You were only visiting your friends in Liyue you had lost contact with for awhile, you said. They were terribly worried about you, you said. Frankly, it was a miracle that you had persuaded him to let you leave his sight in the first place. Now his jaw only tenses at his foolishness. Even with the resources of the Fatui, the Sixth failed to locate you there.

Hell, had you lied about that too? Were you off with someone else in a hidden corner of Teyvat?

The thought sparks an unusual pang of jealousy and betrayal in the brooding puppet. He could feel his entire body freeze up as a million possibilities raced through his mind of what he'd say when he saw you again—what he'd do to you. By the end of it all, he vowed to convince you to never part ways with him again, as if you had a choice anyway. There were indeed punishments for such careless behavior.

Suddenly one of his recruits rush into his tent without warning, immediately drawing the ire of the Balladeer. "Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing? I’ll—”

“My lord, forgive my intrusion, but we found them! (Y/N) is entering the camp as we speak!” the masked soldier bows deeply and prays to Celestia that Scaramouche won’t fry him alive where he stands.

His lips purse cynically, catching himself before making any rash decisions despite his penchant for impulsivity begging otherwise. He couldn’t trust his Fatui recruits with spotting enemy activity a mile away, so how could they have located you?

The poor recruit glances nervously at the harbinger. The Balladeer’s eerie silence is much more intimidating than any of the nasty threats he spewed regularly. Before either could move to speak, the curtain of the tent parts once more.

“I’m back,” you announce, putting on a smile in hopes of quelling the rage that was no doubt bursting the seams of the puppet’s composure. Though you were absent longer than you anticipated, maybe your lover would be more inclined to embrace you happily than rip your limbs off in a blind fury. At least that is your hope with your friendly front.

“Leave,” Scaramouche nearly growls at the recruit, an ominous glimmer in his pupils. If the lowly Fatui soldier had waited a second longer to meet his gaze, he would’ve been privy to the pure, unadulterated expression of murder scribbled on Scaramouche’s face, delicately masked by a thinning thread of restraint. “Now.”

What little hope you had is crushed, a mere child’s fantasy. You expect as much, shoulders slumping in premature defeat. Once the soldier hastily exits the room, you attempt to apologize. “Listen, Scara, I’m so—”

“Sorry? Ha, spare me your pity. You should be on your knees right now begging for forgiveness… No, mercy, because I’m not sure if I have it in me to hear pathetic excuses,” Scaramouche scoffs and glowers at you, intently walking toward you to wrap his cold fingers around your throat. “You have made it clear you don’t know who you belong to, and I’ll have to remind you.”

“Wait, babe,” you tug lightly at his hand on your neck and grip the folds of the dark robe on his chest. You know you fucked up. Your friends had persuaded you to stay longer, and then manipulated you to never return to him. Between who you thought were your friends and the anger you knew was festering within your lover, you had chosen the coward’s path. “You don’t understand—”

“Don’t tell me what I do and do not know. You never sent a single letter. No correspondence. Nothing,” he squeezes your pretty throat dangerously. “You could’ve been dead. At this point, I might kill you myself for abandoning me.”

“I was a fool. My friends weren’t really my friends after all.” you pitifully whine, struggling to catch your breath a little and unable to peel his fingers off of you. “I would never do that to you.”

Leaning into your ear, you could feel the tingle of the harbinger’s hot breath on your sensitive skin, causing an embarrassing rush of blood to your cheeks. A slight shiver made you flinch beneath him, and a malicious smirk pulls at the puppet’s lips. “Good. Then why don’t you show me how much you missed me, (Y/N)? Hm?”

Without hesitating, Scaramouche nibbles on the edge of your ear, releasing your neck to find purchase on your waist instead. You gasp in surprise, clutching his clothes tighter and instinctively pulling him closer. He eagerly returns the favor, roughly pinning you against him and sinking his teeth into the enticing dip between your shoulder and neck. Lost in the inviting scent decorating your collarbone, he mumbles something incoherent that resembled “I’ll fuck the insubordination out of you once and for all.”

You stifle a growing hum of pleasure at the harsh contrast between his gentle sucking and playful marking, wanting to repress the moan caught in your throat. Your knees turn weak at his touch, threatening to collapse beneath you. As much as you are worried and confused about his reaction, any logic went out the window as he shoves you on top of the round table and plants himself between your legs. 

“What was that? I can’t quite hear you,” the harbinger snickers, letting his hands roam to your plush thighs and kissing up your neck to find your lips. His wet tongue demands entrance, though you aren’t in the right state of mind to put up much of a fight anyway—quickly becoming intoxicated by every little ministration he blesses your skin with. Your hands unabashedly dive into his short, violet locks when he holds your lip in his teeth, relishing in how his taste melted in your mouth. “Speak up, darling. Your moans are mine.”

“Don’t deprive me any further,” Scaramouche commands, though you couldn’t help but pick up on the lingering desperation laced in his instructions. He begins helping you remove your top between his insatiable kisses, finally freeing your breasts from their cloth prison only to be greedily captured again in his hands. At first, he greets them with a loving squeeze and massages them rhythmically, appreciating how their shape molded into his palms softly. Then, he trails his mouth away from yours, forging a path of reddened love bites down to your awaiting breasts.

The moment his tongue swirls around the perky bud of your left breast, you could no longer subdue the moans fighting to slip past your lips and whine his name like it was a soft chorus. Like it was the answer to your prayers, a delicate chant of worship over and over. “Fuck,” you exhale breathily as Scaramouche lapped at your nipple and rubbed the other teasingly.

You feel his grin against your breast as he lightly sucks on your sensitive bud, earning a few needy tugs of his hair and more elated whimpers spilling freely from your lips. Not wanting to neglect your other breast that was so eagerly waiting in anticipation, he latches his mouth to it roughly while roaming his hand up your thigh directly to the thin veil of fabric blocking his advances. It is no matter to Scaramouche, who connects his thumb to your clit through your panties, earning a particularly lewd yelp from you. 

“Heh,” he laughs to himself, kissing your bruising love bites up to your neck and finally facing you again. There is a prideful glimmer in his lust-ridden irises as he looks down upon you after removing his hand from your underwear. Everything about his expression screams, ‘That’s right. I own you. You’re mine, and mine alone.’ 

You’re shy under his intimidating gaze, reaching to cover your round breasts until he yanks your wrists away. “Ah, ah, ah. Who said you could hide yourself from me? Come with me.”

“Ah, w-wait!” you exclaim in shock when he drags you off the table and pushes you to the floor littered with pillows and blankets in the corner. On your knees, the moment your lashes reveal the lust in your eyes with a fleeting look upwards to the face of your lover, Scaramouche couldn’t resist the idea of you taking all of him in your pretty mouth like the little whore you are. 

In a swift motion, he uncovers the throbbing heat trapped beneath his robe, springing free and looming over your face like the most decadent prize you had ever seen. You swallow audibly at the challenge his length poses to the limits of your throat, but it’s obvious Scaramouche is not bothered. He is determined for you to envelope all of it in your wet cavern. You’d have to make room. Let him claim every inch as his and nothing less.

“Time for you to atone for your mistakes, darling,” his smooth voice echoes in the dimly lit darkness of the tent, petting your head once before nudging your mouth closer to his tip flushed deep pink. “I’ll make you regret ever leaving me.”

“Y-yes, sir,” you accept, licking the mushroom-shaped tip with the tip of your tongue in a quick stripe. You lower your tongue to the base of his cock, wetting the entire length up to the tip with a messy lick before taking the puffy tip in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around it, you work in a rhythmic back-and-forth motion with one of your hands working at the base in sync, taking in more and more of him with time. 

Scaramouche quickly cracks under your salacious spell, succumbing to the endless waves of hot pleasure coursing through him with every thrust of your mouth on his hard cock. He went into this prepared to punish you properly, yet here he is feverishly moaning and cursing at the ecstatic pressure building inside him. Once you are easily adjusted to taking him fully, he grabs your hair with passionate ardor, forcing you even deeper on his desperate cock. Though you gag at the sudden assault on the back of your throat, he lets you breathe for just a mere second before shoving his entire length in once more. 

“Damn you,” he mutters, watching you struggle in his grasp with a ravenous, wild high written all over his beautiful face and his unkempt locks start to cling to his forehead. “You did this... You did this to me. Fuck, you can take it.”

You are delirious in your own high, faithfully deep-throating his delicious cock as if your life depended on it. Marveling at how the normally rigid, unfeeling Sixth Harbinger is unraveling at an alarming pace, you are ready to taste him pouring his seed down your used throat. At the brink of painting your throat white with his cum, he hastily stops you with a tight squeeze of your hair balled up in his fist. He takes a brief moment to calm himself, panting heavily.

“Not yet,” Scaramouche exhales, guiding you down onto the sheets and hovering over you, twitching cock in hand. He carefully swipes his finger through your delicate folds, surprised at how wet you are for him already. You mewl in response, grinding your hips against the lone finger in excitement. “Mm, all this just for me? It’ll take more than that for me to consider letting you live. You’ll be good for me, right? Hm?”

Despite the sinister tone coating his baritone voice, he makes sure your mind is too clouded with the mesmerizing motion of his fingers on your clit to even babble a response to his bombardment of questions. All you could do is helplessly turn your head away in pleasure and buck your hips into his skilled touch. You spare a glance at him between moans, offering a nod and an earnest plea, “P-please... I n-need it.”

“Need what?” he feigns ignorance, brushing his tip swollen with desire along your pussy. It takes more self-restraint than Scaramouche cares to admit for him to not give in immediately when he felt you so weak and malleable against his cock. He leans over you completely, one hand holding his member to your hole still clenching around nothing and the other pinned against the pillow over your head. “Did you need me this bad when you left me for months? Did you even think of me? You’re gonna have to beg better than that.”

“I-I need you. Only you, please,” you plead, shamelessly trying to grind against him for relief. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t give me that shit, (Y/N). Tell me who you belong to,” Scaramouche presses, indigo irises daring you to dig your grave deeper. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Before you could answer, he leans back to sit up on his knees and you are terrified he is going to leave you to think about your betrayal in a puddle of your own yearning. You instantly reach out to him to prevent him from escaping, but he gives you a knowing smirk as he removes his top instead. Even in the little light of the tent, you can make out the definition of his toned muscles, resisting the urge to run your hands across every nook and crevice. 

“I belong to you, Lord Scaramouche,” you declare softly, eyes marveling at his form and rising to meet his equally breathtaking irises. “I’m yours, and I’ll never act otherwise. Please... f-fuck me?”

“Hm, I’ll consider it,” he teases with a tap of a finger on his chin before crawling over you again and lining himself up with your wet hole. A wicked flash of Electro flickers in his pupils at sight of you practically melting in his grasp as his cock entered you painstakingly slow. One of his fingers grazes the outline of your waist, leaving euphoric sensations of electricity in its wake. Scaramouche himself struggles to maintain his façade once he bottoms out inside you, gripping your hips with both hands. “Don’t leave me ever again. I won’t let you.”

Quickly nodding and humming, you appease the jealousy that had been gnawing away at the harbinger for months. The moment he drags his cock out of you until it was just the tip, you moan and writhe in lustful satisfaction underneath him. Your pussy feels so terribly empty without his cock, but Archons it is so wonderfully ecstatic when Scaramouche fills you back up completely. 

His pace starts to quicken, the tent filled with the erotic mixture of both your moans. He takes your throat in his hand again, a faint spark of Electro dancing around his fingers. Each one of his passionate thrust pushes you further and further to cloud nine, you are seeing stars, utterly incapable of speaking anything that sounds like a sentence. Rather, your mouth was preoccupied moaning and babbling at the feeling of Scaramouche’s cock stretching your walls nicely. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls at the sound of your pussy greeting his cock with such loud, lewd noises. His violet-colored hair clings to the light film of sweat beginning to form on his face, but he pays it no mind. Scaramouche holds your neck tighter, upping the voltage of his powers, committing every inch of your insides to memory—what makes you moan, what makes you squirm, what makes you fuck harder against him begging for more. Between moans and thrusts, he continues, “You... you’re lucky I’m fucking you like this. I... I don’t give second chances.”

“Mhmm,” you nod frantically, drinking in his hot breaths and the way his cock kissed the deepest part of your pussy with ease. He pins your legs to your chest with both of his hands greedily chasing the heavenly high building up within, just out of reach. You hold onto one of your thighs as he met your clit again, eager to make you scream. “Scara, fuck, ‘s so good! I… I’m gonna cum.”

“Not until I say,” Scaramouche orders, attempting to maintain a steady pace while you were mumbling to yourself over and over about orgasming all over his thick cock with tears pricking at your lovely eyes. “Almost there. Wanna breed you... I’ll fill you so fucking full I swear.”

“Yes, s-sir,” you bit your lip. Suddenly you feel a peculiar pulse of Electro on your clit with every slap of his skin against you as he returns his attention to the mating press he has you in. The faint, fleeting shock sends waves of pleasure through you as Scaramouche’s thrusts grow faster and messier. Your pussy is undoubtedly bruised from the relentless motion of his cock seeking to make his mark on you, but you are much too intoxicated by the hot sensation. “P-please cum in me. Need it bad.”

Gripping your thighs tightly, he couldn’t muster a word as he finally lets you have your orgasm and shoots his warm seed into your depths. It is so powerful as you come down from your high that you notice your legs twitch and shake from abuse. Scaramouche keeps his cock in you, wanting to bury his cum in your pussy. He runs a free hand through his hair, the wet strands causing his hair to slick back against his head. 

A strangely gentle expression graces his perfect features, holding your jaw delicately between his index and thumb, whispering to you in the darkness, “I love you, so don’t leave me ever again, (Y/N). Or I might actually have to kill you.”

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! my masterlist

[villainsblog97]

Xdinary Heroes reaction:

Their S/O dealing with Stress and Anxiety

I wrote one of these for Ateez but now I'd like to write one for the group that has been making me feel better these passed few months. There will be discussions on both Stress and Anxiety, if either of those will send triggers, please read cautiously or do not read

Summary: how does our 6 heroes help their S/O (you) deal with Stress and Anxiety

Warnings: triggers for stress and anxiety may occur.

Scenario: boyfriend, angst, emotions, don't worry there's fluff too!

GIFS are not mine! Credit to all original owners!

Gun-il

Gun-il is constantly looking out for those around him

But you are his #1 priority

So when he sees you stressed out about something

He's gonna forget everything else

His main focus is you

Whatever it is

He's gonna make sure you step away from it

He will do something totally sweet

Maybe make you some food

Get you some hot tea

Or even set you up a nice warm bath

If it's really bad he'll take you somewhere quiet

And hold you

If he can't be there

Then he'll talk to you on the phone

Until he can get there

Jungsu

Jungsu knows all about your anxiety

And he knows you usually call him if there's a problem

But if he's at practice or something he'll let it ring or decline

However

If you call a second time

He will drop everything

Everything

Step away from a fansign

Stop practicing

He'll be answering that phone before the 3rd ring

He knows exactly how to calm you down

"Jagiya.... deep breaths, just listen to my voice"

He would slowly begin to sing to you

He would make sure your breaths were slow

His soft vocals would relax your body

He would stay on the line with you until you've calmed down

Only then would he be okay to hang up the phone

Gaon

Jiseok is a kpop idol

So he knows plenty what stress is

His life can be very stressful

But when it comes to you

All the stress is behind him

Because he's gotta help you feel better

You're his world

He hates seeing you like this

Jiseok is so full of energy

But when he sees your state

He tries so hard to hide his pained eyes

But he often uses his energy to his advantage

He'll probably send you some funny memes

And some cute selfies

With encouraging words

"Whatever it is baby, I'm here always"

"This isn't your fault, please don't blame yourself"

If he's with you he'll hold you in his arms until you calm down

Or he'll lay on his bed with you

Or the couch

He's just gonna make sure you know how loved you are

And that usually helps take the stress away

O.de

If there is one evil thing that Seungmin hates in this whole world

It's when your anxiety attacks you

You mean everything to him

He loves you so much

So it absolutely kills him when he finds you in the midst of a panic attack

His face grows sad

He's trying to hold back tears

He'll sit in front of you

And take your shaking hands

He'll hold them in his and kiss them

Before he pulls your trembling body into his arms

"It's okay baby... its gonna pass" he whispered

He'd make sure to whisper so you'd have to calm down to listen to what he's saying

"I'm right here my love"

He would kiss your head as he holds you close

He's holding his entire world in his arms right now

Drawing small shapes all over your arm and back

His touch is soothing

Soon he can feel your body slowly relax into him

A sigh of relief leaving his lips as he hugs you more

"There you go" he smiles

(Bruh I was listening to their cover of Drown while writing that and I'm Sobbing! 😭)

Junhan

I feel like the first time he saw you stressed

He wouldn't know what to do

But now that he's known you more

He knows how easily you get stressed out

So with that he'd open himself up more

He'd be the kind to take you for ice cream

Or maybe some Ramen

"This will help get your mind off stuff" He'd say with the purest smile

He'd also give you lots of hugs

Because he wants to take all the stress, weighing you down, away from you

He will definitely ask a million times if you're feeling better

But honestly the moment you were with Hyeongjun

You forgot why you were stressed

He has such a blissful personality

You feel at peace when you're with him

He's your comfort

He's your rock

And he'll do whatever it takes to make you forget what was stressing you out

"It's okay Jagiya.... whatever is bothering you, let's figure it out together"

Jooyeon

Jooyeon loves you very much

And he knows you come with a few things

One of those things being major anxiety

It's the one thing he hates

Not about you!

Just what it does to you

However

He puts the world on hold when you're having an anxiety attack

He's going to sit with you

No matter where you are

Even if it's in the corner of a closet

He'll sit beside you

Pull you against his chest

His heartbeat beating gently against your ear

He'd wipe your eyes if you were crying

And he'd kiss your forehead

He'd also run his fingers gently in your hair

And hum a little song to you

Whatever he needed to do to relax your body and mind

"It's okay baby, I'm right here, it's gonna be okay"

He'd speak so gently to you

And hold you close

Until you've relaxed against him

I promise the next one will be sweet!! 😅

[rayofsunas]

s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

[startanewdream]

Padfoot & Minnie

Summary: Minerva meets Sirius for the first time after finding out he was innocent all along. (Companion piece for Afternoon tea)

Notes: I may take a time out of writing oneshots for a while because I want to dedicate to another project (I didn't forget any pending ask, I promise! - I'm just really excited with this new idea). But before that, please enjoy this moment that definitely happened between Sirius and Minerva.

It took two Order meetings until Minerva found herself face to face with Sirius Black alone at Grimmauld Place.

She was late for the meeting, having been almost followed by one Ministry employer (they had the right idea that she would stand with Dumbledore, but also the wrong idea that they could follow her), and she ought to enter the meeting room immediately, but she stopped at the sight of Sirius Black standing alone in another room, his arms crossed and looking rather thoughtful.

She took out her raincoat and stood still watching his figure.

Minerva had met other versions of Sirius Black in the past. First, that eleven-year-old boy who was too energetic and couldn't spend a day without plotting something with his best friend - then with his group of friends. Then that teenager who was trying desperately to stand aside from his family and made many mistakes in the process. Then an idealist soldier in a war that he was too young to be fighting.

Then he had been a traitor for years. Then an escaped convict.

And now he was a wrongly convicted innocent that seemed haunted by ghosts past.

The youthful Sirius Black that Minerva once knew was gone, replaced by that taciturn man who would only show a gleam when he was in the company of Remus Lupin or when he would speak of Harry Potter. And even then the light was dimmed in comparison to how bright Minerva had seen that boy in the past.

He turned to her and when their eyes met Minerva knew she couldn't delay this moment anymore. There were things she needed to tell him.

But he talked before she could when Minerva entered the dining room - or what resembled one in a very distant past.

'You got old, Professor'.

Minerva lifted her eyebrow.

'You got thinner'.

'Well, they don't keep a balanced diet in Azkaban. And last year it was mostly rats… did you ever eat one?'

'I beg your pardon?’

'Rats', he repeated, winking at her with so much mischief that for a moment she hoped to hear James' laugh echoing in the room. James always laughed at Sirius' jokes. 'They are actually tasty. Have you ever had one?'

'I most certainly have not'.

'Didn't even chase a little innocent mouse?'

'I know how to control my impulses, Mr. Black'.

'So there are impulses', he said, chuckling. 'I once chased a cat. Lily wasn't happy, but I told her I couldn't help myself'.

Minerva blinked.

'So the rumours were true after all?', she asked, trying not to sound very curious. 'You, Potter and…'

'Yeah, we managed that'. He gave her a lopsided smile. 'How many points would you give us for becoming animagus?'

'You mean awarding minors who took the risk of forever damaging their bodies to turn into unregistered animagi while breaking a few hundred school and wizarding rules?'

'I expected two hundred points at least', Sirius said, unabashed by her comment. 'It was impressive that we did it - and no one ever found out'.

'Turning into animals to hang out with a werewolf. You were out of your minds'.

'We were', Sirius agreed proudly. Minerva fought back a smile; Black and Potter had more talent than sense, and they knew it. They would thrive with the idea of becoming animagus.

'How old were you?'

'We started in Second Year. Accomplished just before the beginning of your Fifth Year'.

'Fifteen', she whispered. 'And it only took you two years?'

'We had a lot of free time', Sirius joked.

Minerva remembered the amount of mischief they caused and the equal amount of detention they got into. It didn't seem they had time - but they certainly had the drive to.

'How did you prepare the potion?'

'Bathroom of our dormitory. James knew a lot of house-elves because of the time he spent in the kitchens and we made them sworn secrecy'.

'And the mandrake?'

'We did it in the summer. A whole month silent. James wrote that his parents thought he was fulfilling a very weird promise. My parents didn't notice'.

Sirius looked around the room and then to the ceiling above with disdain. Minerva remembered talking to a young teenager, so full of anger and confusion; he hated his family so much that he had ran away. He'd promised he would never be like them - and then Minerva had thought Sirius had broken that promise when she saw the news he had betrayed the Potters.

Except they had all been wrong.

'Sirius - I am truly -'

'Don't be, Professor', Sirius said hurriedly. 'I understand why people believed I was the traitor. It was my idea to change the secret keeper without telling anyone after all - it's all my fault'.

He sounded so bitter that her heart broke a little.

'I do not believe it's your fault'.

'James and Lily are dead. If I had kept their secret -'

'You did. There is only one real traitor in this story and it's not you'.

Minerva thought of little Peter Pettigrew, so anxious to be like his friends. For years she thought she had been too hard with him - and now she wasn't sure of anything more.

'Thank you, Professor'.

Minerva hesitated for a few seconds.

'I am not your professor anymore, Sirius'.

'So I get to call you Minnie officially?', he asked, more joyful now.

She fought back a laugh.

'Only if you want to turn into a cactus. But I will allow you to call me Minerva'.

Sirius smiled and for a moment Minerva saw the ghost of the boy he once was.

_______

Remus yawned lazily. The best thing he could say about that meeting was that it was over quickly. Any meeting with the presence of Severus Snape felt heavier; no wonder Sirius had exploded in the first minutes of the meeting and left the room.

Remus knew he should go after him now, calm him down and explain what had been discussed. He hoped Sirius was feeling better, but he doubted it - that house brought too many memories for him.

Before he could go upstairs, he heard noises coming from the dining room opposite the kitchen.

He walked quietly to not wake up that infernal portrait of Sirius' mother and stopped at the door.

'Well', Sirius was saying, a note of joy in his voice that was rare these days. 'I can show you mine if you show me yours'.

'Mr. Black…'

'What happened with Sirius?'

'Maybe you are pushing your limits, Sirius'.

'It's just for a few seconds. I give you my word I won't even try to sniff… anything'.

'You can't be seri… well, you probably are anyway’.

‘Oh, I’m always serious. Think of it as a sort of welcoming gift after years with nothing more than dementors for company’.

There was a short silence, then a sigh. ‘Very well. I will grant your wish, this one time only'.

Remus heard a soft sound, then another heavy one, and then silence.

Curious, Remus pushed the door quietly. He did not know what he expected, but it wasn't this.

There was a familiar black dog lying lazily on the floor of the dusty room, but what surprised him really was the tabby cat above the dog, calmly pressing each of its front paws in the fur in the dog's back, in and out, almost distractedly, as if massaging the dog. Then the cat sat, the body covering its paws and ressembling a bread loaf, and caught sight of Remus; the cat threw him the most stern look he had even seen on a cat, looking almost as if daring him to say anything. Remus would recognize the glass marks around the cat's eyes anywhere even without that severe expression on its face.

On the ground, the dog winked at him.

Remus blinked in answer and closed the door quietly. No one would believe him if he told and in any case, this seemed like a moment between Sirius and Minerva anyway.

He just hoped James was watching this from wherever he was.

________

For reference:

Fonte: Pinterest

[themoonmunchkin]

Don't look!

Pairing : Bakugo katsuki x gn!reader, Midoriya Izuku x gn!reader, Todoroki Shoto x gn!reader.

Genre : fluff

Warnings : insecure reader, cussing, savage deku?, kinda angsty but overall super fluffy ^3^

Synopsis : you're insecure about your side profile but they're having none of it.

Not gonna lie, he probably wouldn't even have known that this was an insecurity that people had.

So when you first start dating he wouldn't think much of it when you cover your nose while laughing or when you contour your jawline extra hard.

Until one day you start letting your thoughts get to you again, you think about how everyone around you have such a beautiful side profile.

You start wondering why Katsuki even bothers to be with someone as "ugly" as yourself, I mean has he seen his face.

But anyways you start distancing yourself from the world again, start hiding your face with your hair, have mental break downs in the night, refuse to take pictures and completely shut him out while thinking you're being subtle.

But no, no, no- my mans noticed...and he's currently having a full blown panic attack on the inside.

He's really worried at this point and starts thinking about what he's done wrong, he tries to talk to you but you're always making excuses and running away from him.

Now, he's had enough and so he quite literally barges into your dorm room and demands an explanation as he keeps shouting at you until....

.....he takes in your tear stained face with fresh tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

You were seated on the floor with a hand mirror clutched to your chest, the same one that you use to point out all your insecurities in, your phone is on the ground next to you with a picture of a model, her perfect side profile on display...the same one that you always compare yourself to.

Cue in a confused, angry and sad boom boom boy 😔.

Who the fuck had the audacity to make his baby cry hmm 🤬.

But then his anger vanishes just as it comes and before you knew it, he's shut the door behind him, quickly walks upto you, swoops you into his arms and cradles you in his lap.

"Ssshhh....its ok baby, I'm right here". Bakugo softly coos in your ear while running his fingers through your hair and letting his other hand rub your back. "Talk to me honey, what's wrong?"

You pull back a little and look up at him into his pain filled eyes that still hold so much love for you and that's when you tell him everything.

You tell him about how you've always hated your nose, how you've always wished you'd had a more chiseled jawline, how you've been bullied about your side profile by your peers and how you've never felt good enough.

He still doesn't get it because you're genuinely the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on, but understands how this is something that seriously bothers you and so he's gonna do everything in his powers to yeet those insecurities out.

Now Bakugo isn't one to lie or sugarcoat something, but he's also not someone who'll let you sit and hurt yourself like that.

He takes a deep breath, cups your cheeks in his hands and looks at you with the most earnest look on his face.

"Listen here baby, you're right maybe you don't have the most chiseled jawline or the sharpest nose out there-"

You winced at that a little but he was quick to speak again.

"I'm not done yet-" he closes his eyes and thinks for a second, words have never been his thing as he's someone who prefers actions instead but right now you needed more than just a kiss or a hug, you needed security and reassurance, so he takes in another deep breath and opens his eyes to look at you again.

"-just because you don't have those doesn't mean you're any less beautiful." He said with a smile as you curiously looked at him. You looked so damn cute to him all he wanted to do was pounce on you right then and there, but he held himself back for your sake and the next things he said made you fall in love with him even more.

"What you have suits your gorgeous fucking face, you don't have to change for any stupid extra and no one's opinion, not even yours is going to make me view you any differently or make me love you any less." He leaned in and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips that pretty much took your breath away and then he pulled back with a cute blush on his face.

"So from now on only listen to me okay and no matter what-" he kisses you again and pulls back a second time "-I will make you look at yourself the way I and so many other people look at you".

Now he's had his fair share of insecurities and he's had a lot of people call him "plain looking" (which I still don't understand how when he's got some of the rarest and most beautiful features) even then those words about his looks have never really got to him.

But when it comes to you, he immediately knows something's up with all those self-deprecating jokes you apparently find to be funny.

Doesn't question you cause he doesn't want to scare you away, also because he trusts you to come to him if something is wrong.

But alas you and your stubborn ass refused to seek help from anyone and instead you chose to cope with yourself by putting yourself down in the form of those awful "jokes".

You've always tried to get yourself to stop this, but it soon became more than a coping mechanism, it was the only way you could hold yourself up without wanting breaking into peices.

That was dangerous.

But it's ok! It's still all fine and dandy until one day everything changes and you realise that all that self-deprecation didn't do shit.

Its Sunday today and you and your boyfriend Izuku have been walking around the shopping plaza for a while now.

The two of you were on a date, but you were also on a hunt for the new all might merch that your boyfriend has been fangirling about since forever. So far there was no luck on your end but y'all weren't about to give up just yet.

"OMG! I think I see it in there!" Izuku squeals cutely while pointing at what looks like a moderately big comic store that had an emo cyber punk looking aesthetic to it.

*Gasp*..."OMG! I think I see it too!! Let's go!!" and with that you grabbed his hand and were dragging your blushy stuttering mess of a boyfriend towards the store. It was adorable how easily he got flustered even after how the two of you were almost half a year into dating.

The two of you finally reached the store and stepped in, there it was the brand new neon tinted holographic Allmight figuring with working layers. Izuku's eyes sparkled as he ran towards it and immediately snatched it off the shelf.

"Yay we finally got it!" You cheered as you walked over to him and gave him a high five. The two of you had bright smiles on your faces as you talked about the figuring and walked towards the counter to pay for it.

You looked towards the counter where a young girl who looked about your age was working as a cashier, she had this bored expression on her face until she saw your boyfriend and it immediately changed into something you could only call as a flirty expression.

"Hey there handsome~ what can I help you with today~" she said in a sultry tone and gave him a wink. You and izuku were both puzzled at the fact that she not only just openly flirted with your boyfriend but also completely ignored your existence.

"U-um....er....we just need this figuring please". Izuku placed the box covered figuring on the counter and was about to pull his hands back when she quickly grabbed them and cupped them with her own hands.

"You sure, how about I give you my number and we ditch this place to go get coffee."

"Um -uh no thank you, I have a s/o!"

"Hmm...I don't see them."

"Well I'm right here and maybe you'd have seen me if you'd stop flirting with your customers and did your job properly." You said and at this point you were seething because even though she knew you were right there, she hadn't spared you a glance and pretend like you were completely invisible.

"Oh, so that's who you are....I was wondering why such an ugly person would be hanging out with someone like him-" she pauses and looks into Izuku's eyes with a bored expression "-you need to raise your standards, I mean have you looked at how hideous their nose is or how ugly their face is."

The two of you froze. Sure You've always made fun of yourself before but this was the exact reason why. You've always told yourself that if you'd make fun of yourself, you'd be desensitized to what others say to you but it's only now you realize that no amount of preparation would ever be enough to handle the real thing.

Shame. Humiliation. Pain. Fear.....This is what you felt at the momen-

"How. Dare. You." You turned towards Izuku and for the first time ever you were met with the most terrifying expression on his face. His eyes were dark and he looked...mad....like really really mad and you froze, the cashier looked like she was about to cry with the look he was giving her.

"I don't know who you think you are but you had no need to say whatever you just said and you are wrong because they have the most gorgeous facial features ever." at this he turned to you and softened his eyes a bit, he reached for your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze.

"I promise you sweetheart, you will always be the most beautiful person in my life and no one can tell you otherwise-" he looked at the slack jawed cashier with disgust and pointed towards her "-not stupid people like her-" he looked back into your eyes like you were the only two people in the store and pointed towards himself "-not me and lastly never will you ever tell yourself those kinds of words again even as a joke, got it."

Always openly staring at you in the most respectful way ✨.

Even before y'all started dating he would always stare at you in secret, but hey! it's not his fault you were so irresistibly attractive all the time.

Uhm...so moving on, he is observant as heck especially when it comes to you but unfortunately he's just as oblivious T_T.

He's always noticed how you'd get shy and walk away whenever he'd stare at you for too long and genuinely thinks it's adorable at how bashful you get.

But truthfully.....you're mortified, paranoid even at how much he stares at you.

I mean yeah it's adorable to see him so whipped for you but you're always wondering if he's secretly bashing your side profile in his head and the thought makes you wince ever single time.

But you always tell yourself to not let your insecurities define Shoto or effect your relationship and besides Shoto isn't a cruel person, he'd never think of you that way.....right...?

Oh God, he's doing it again, he's staring at you and this time it truly is terrible because he is seated right beside you. The two of you are seated wooden chairs, side by side in the U.A. library.

Your textbooks and notebooks are spread out on the table in front of you. You're in a more secluded part of the library opting to study in a more private area and boy oh boy did Shoto take advantage of that.

"Shoto, could you please stop staring at me like that". You held your textbook upto your face and looked the other way.

"But I want to look at you". Shoto pouted slightly and furrowed his brows at your actions, he reached for your wrists and tried to pull them down and to much to your inconvenience, he succeeded.

You see, while you still had a bunch of work left to do, Shoto had finished about 15 minutes ago. You told him to go back to the dorms but instead of listening to you, he denied your offer and has been staring at you with the most unreadable expression on his face.

"Why can't I admire the one that I love the most". He slightly tilted his head towards the side and flashed you the most genuine smile. Damn him for being so adorable but that's not enough for your insecurities to go away.

"Because I'm ugly". You finally said softly with your head hung low and tears threatening to fall. You wanted to shrivel up in a corner and fade away for sounding so vulnerable but at the same time it felt so good to let your thoughts out.

"You're....what..." His eyes were wide and his jaw was set a slack. Now this took him by surprise, he had expected a lot of things but never once had he expected....that. He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your face to meet his. "Love, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, why would you ever say that."

"Because I'm not beautiful, everyone has such a gorgeous face especially from their side. I don't and you don't have to lie to me to make feel better about myself. I know I'm ugly and I'll always be that....just let me accept that and be Shoto." You said with your voice slightly raised and shaky from the lump in your throat.

Shoto's eyes darkened a little and his grip on you tightened a little but not enough to hurt you. To even think that someone as precious as yourself could ever have such awful thoughts about yourself- how long have you been silently suffering like this all by yourself.

He cupped your cheeks with his hands and met your eyes with the most determined look on his face. "Darling, I don't know who said that to you or even if that's an inside voice but, I will absolutely never let you accept yourself this way."

"Everything about you is perfect, from those gorgeous eyes that i always get lost in," he kisses your eyes.

"-to that perfect nose that helps you breath so you could live by my side another," he kisses your nose.

"-to those delicate beckoning lips that I wish to kiss forever." he finally captures your lips in a breath taking kiss just to slowly release them and look at you.

"And besides, you know better than to call me a liar baby, you know that I would never lie when it comes to you so let's pack up for today and let me show you how much I love you and how utterly enticing you are."

[sunlightnmoonshine]

In the end (pt. 1)

It feels a little surreal that the show is over and I will no longer have anything to look forward to because the devil judge set such a high bar in terms of writing and character exploration that I will always hold dear to my heart. Given that its actually done, I found myself drowning in the realisation that we will never see these characters again and how I feel about where the show left them off. So this is me coming to terms with it:

1. Min Jung Ho - Snake lol. Something I admired about the writing was how they didn't try to make him all out some evil piece of shit but rather someone that had a very strong misguided belief off some strange frustrations against Yohan who was changing the legal system more radically but effectively. Which he could not come to terms with. In the end he villanised Yohan and ignored the actual problems that persisted and inevitably contributed to the problem all in a sense of self righteousness, ah sorry, hypocrisy is the better word. The show leaves him looking oh so pathetic, he can't even raise his head to meet Gaon, the boy he betrayed severely and he'll rot for the rest of his life going down in history as a hypocrite who did nothing to actually fix the system he claimed he would be the arm of justice for. Its a fitting end.

2. Heo Joong Se: Clown. The show really said he's a spoilt, stubborn arrogant joke until the end. Down to the way he insulted everyone but specifically insulted women. The way all he did in that court room was scream his head off without an ounce of remorse somehow still deluded by the fact that he's doing this for the country? But knowing fully well he's a businessman through and through and that was all he will be. I can not stress how phenomenal it is that it is Jung Sun Ah that shoots him dead. Its clear he's had it coming from her hand ever since she tried to suffocate him during the massage but it's just how randomly she does it. She's sick of him, she's aware she's going to be targeted, she's aware he's done too much behind her back and never once respected her and its in the midst of one of his screaming fits particularly screaming "I am the King" that the bullet goes through and there's silence. Perfection.

3. The rest of the clowns of the SRF : idle bystanders that turned an eye away from inherent evil and repeatedly benefitted off of their actions without an ounce of remorse yet again. But hilarious nevertheless because they really became jesters on that stage in a desperate fit to live, threw themselves away to get out a door. It's noteworthy that they spent most of their time trying to stop the other from leaving instead of quietly watching and just getting out. None of them of are capable of that, they only know to take from others. Crumbling under the systematic stage they built? Poignant. I don't really care what anyone says they deserved to die point in tow with HJS who saw human life as so unworthy of it wasn't their own. There's a reason why human trafficking is considered one of the worst of crimes, human experimentation falls closely next to it. All because they were poorer than them. Guess their greed really out did them. Tried to put on a show in a court house which was anyway all just a staged facade and ultimately they died on that stage with their masks out for everyone to see. For their people to see them throw each other away to live. If they were going to throw each other away - their own kind- what wouldn't they do to the lower class? Oof the show gave them what they deserved- humiliation.

4. Jung Sunah - I still struggle to come to terms with how she's gone and how painful everything about her was until the last minute. It's clear Sunah has been breaking for a few episodes now. She's so close to the top and she's realised how truly alone she is and she's realised Yohan will never want her the way she wants him to. She's realised every person she used to get to where she was, ended up being wasted stepping stones because she doesn't have what she wants all the way at the top and never will. The way the show has her quietly go to the experimentation centre and weep over the girl she saw herself in but someone she initially turned away from because she's not part of her bigger plan. The child she left to fall prey to the people Sunah has inevitably helped secure positions in her attempt to secure her own position. The way the show focuses on how the child has been repeatedly pierced with needles something Sunah hates the most and how she realises this is also her fault. She probably thought hey I'll get to the top and do things my way but as Yohan pointed out, ruling over trash isn't it, it'll never be worth it and she's essentially walking with a target on her back and she'll never be free because the weight of her sins will catch up to her and the rich will always be after her because she's not the same as them. She would be living on the edge forever. And she knows this.

Something I found very interesting was how she wasnt roped in on the crimes of the Dream House Project. Yohan only highlighted her crime as having killed K and Soohyun and its the frustration she feels in that moment that really gets me. It's also why I think she could never get out of the show because she killed innocent people which is highlighted repeatedly and at the time never showed remorse for it. BUT I love how the show somehow saves her from humiliation, until the end they paint her with regality and power because that is who Sunah is. Frankly she could have walked right out of the door while they were throwing a fit and Yohan would have let her because that was the terms of the game but he'd have come after her at some point and even if he didn't Gaon most certainly would have.

But it's the way the show brought it all back to how she feels about Yohan since he's the other half of what she's always wanted, the way she's happy he's alive, how she goes and stands in front of him and she's got her hand on the trigger of the gun while Yohan on the button of detonator. I believe, if Sunah had shot him Yohan would have detonated the bomb and died with them and I also believe deep down Sunah knew Yohan would somehow get out of this even if she didn't shoot him, so she really gave him the chance to get out and back to Elijah. I am not sure if Sunah couldn't shoot Yohan or if she didn't want to, and I lean towards the latter because she really liked him, it might have been ill placed desire but if things were different if she hadn't sided with the SRF in hopes of getting to the top she and Yohan might have worked things out and they would both be healing. If she only hadn't killed the innocent people to make a point... But at the end of it Sunah took her fate into her hands and I appreciate that the show gave her the agency over it, to decide not to shoot Yohan because she's finally letting go ( I stand by this but if Yohan had died Sunah would have lost - she never wanted him to die), because she won't do what the rest of the SRF scum want of her and because she's fine with going on her own terms.

That doesn't mean it didn't hurt though... I cry thinking about it because the show tried really hard to show how unfair everything was to Sunah and how if circumstances had been different, if the world had cared a bit more how she might have turned out differently. Her final moments the flashback to the one act of kindness she had needed in her life, the way Yohan really must have sparkled in her eyes, and how much she valued that moment all the way to her death because no matter what, in his own loneliness and difficulty he was kind to her. Jeez it hurts.

Ideally I'd have wanted her to live but I don't know how that would have worked out. At the end of it not all villains are evil. Some are products of the ills of the system that left them alone and let them become monsters but behind a monster there can also be a victim.