#hope yall dont mind ... sniffle

[tummietown]

normal brain plays m.outhwashing and thinks. Wow. that was very sad. anyway, time to try something else

autism brain plays m.outhwashing, cries at it 4 times, and then thinks. i have to draw vore with these guys in order to be sane

[lizzie-is-here]

lonely is a man without love

part iv- the hunt

“the moon in me finds the sky in you” - dikshasuman

summary: you and steven do a little bit of grave robbing. oh yeah, marc’s there too.

wordcount: 3.6k

warnings: language, violence, red room talk, idk

a/n: yall i’m so sorry i dropped off the planet for a bit 💀 there’s been a lot going on like i’m in a situationship now w a friend from high school who moved to my college this semester, i finished my finals early, i see taylor swift tomorrow, i’m back home, but ANYWAY i hope y’all enjoy and pls forgive me ik it’s been 3 weeks 😭 love y’all

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Hijacking a car is the easiest part.

Driving with a pounding headache isn’t that bad either.

On the other hand, watching Marc fling off his shirt is very hard.

“How did Harrow know those things about me?” you ask, averting your eyes back to the road. “He saw right through me.”

“He’s just trying to mess with you. You know, he’s trying to get in your mind,” Marc says. “No, don’t let him do that. He’s got this idea that he can see the ‘true nature’ of people or some baloney like that.”

He starts putting on a new shirt, and you can’t help but feel a little disappointed as he continues. “If that were true, I don’t think he’d have a bunch of homicidal maniacs as his disciples, would he?”

You tap the steering wheel. “But he knew.”

Marc’s face twists with sympathy. “I know.” He raises a hand to pat your shoulder, but he thinks twice and sets it on the headrest instead. “But he’s just manipulating you. Weaponizing your past.”

You glance at his hand.

“… You can touch me, you know?” It comes out a bit awkward, but meaningful nonetheless.

He gives you a small smile and rests it on your shoulder, a light chill going up your body. You didn’t receive a friendly touch in your life until the Red Room fell, and the first time Nat hugged you after a team dinner you had sobbed your heart out.

It had become your love language, in a way. You may be picky with who touches you, but every passing graze means the world.

And the weight of his hand grounding you feels nice. So you sniffle a bit before nodding sharply.

“Thank you.” Marc doesn’t take his hand back. You don’t want him to. “What did he tell you? I kind of zoned out.”

He shrugs and begins working a knot in your shoulder. “Nothing much. ‘You’re unlovable’ and ‘You’re a monster’. It’s all the same with him.”

You can hear the underlying hurt in his tone, but don’t bring it up.

After a few seconds, you pipe up, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Have I told you about the time I jumped off the collapsing sky base for the Red Room without a parachute?”

———————————————————————

Pulling off into some sand dunes, you drive across the sandy terrain in hopes of finding a place to put this tattered cloth together.

Under the light from the headlights, you and Marc lay out the fabric on the hood of the car and start trying to piece it together.

“Try that,” he says, passing you a triangle.

Working in tandem, you make little progress. It’s like a puzzle with no directions. It’s frustrating to come to so many dead ends, and it’s starting to grate on Marc.

“I’m not getting any whole constellations, it’s just little pieces and fragments.” He slams his hands on the car and walks to the side.

“Marc,” you begin cautiously. “I think we may need Steven. I know you don’t want to, but he understands all of this. We need to give him a shot or we’ll be out here all night.”

Suddenly atop the car, Khonshu chuckles. “I summon the gods, you summon the worm. He won’t return the body.”

“Why do you feel the need to do that?” you grumble, heart rate slowing after the bird practically jumpscared you.

Marc grabs the side mirror before ripping it off and gathering the strips of cloth.

“What is it with you and mirrors?” you ask.

He pauses his irritated work and points to the broken mirror.

“I see Steven in reflections. Figure he’ll be happy about this.” He holds up the cloth.

Sighing, he walks away. “Alright,” he says. “Go ahead. You’re in.”

You can see the change before you hear the British accent.

Steven crouches down in the sand, ripping tape and assembling the scraps faster than you or Marc ever could have. You step closer, unsure of how he feels about you. You did lie about your job to him.

“Steven?” you ask, sitting down next to him. He looks up, momentarily taken aback. He stares for a bit, different from Marc’s half-lidded gaze. His eyes are wide, taking in every detail.

Well, every detail of you. But you don’t know that.

“Egyptians invented modern navigation,” he explains. “There’s not a lot of landmarks in the desert. So, they came up with a way to get about using the sun and stars. It’s bloody genius, innit?”

He holds up his work. A star.

You carefully take it, marveling at the cohesive map.

“Oh, woah, that’s amazing.” Steven blushes a bit at your words, but it goes unseen in the dark. “What do we do with it?”

“Well, I’m not sure, but if… Oh wait, hang on a minute.” He holds it up to the light. “You see that? You see those little pinpricks there? That’s a constellation.”

You nod. “Orion. We should be able to triangulate the stars into coordinates, right? Let me scan it.” With your phone, you pass over the star, letting it pick up the image.

“Well, um, actually… Unfortunately, it’s not that simple.” That much is revealed when nothing turns up. “Yeah, you see, Senfu marked that tomb, like 2,00 years ago. And stars drift over time. Not much as far as stars go, but it could mean the difference between us searching miles away from where we’re supposed to be looking.”

You pick up his insinuation. “So unless we know what the sky looked like on that date…”

“We’re buggered,” Steven finishes.

The god appears ahead of you, a warning before he speaks. “I remember that night. I remember every night.”

When he makes no movement, you and Steven begrudgingly head up the dune to meet him.

“I can turn back the night sky, but it will come at a cost.”

“Doesn’t it always,” you sigh.

He nods to Steven. “I cannot do it alone. Steven, when the gods imprison me, tell Marc to free me.”

Steven is wrapped in the same suit from before a few seconds later, eyes glowing. As the god raises his hand, he begins swiping it through the air. Steven mimics Khonshu’s motions, and before long, you gasp aloud.

The sky is spinning, whirling past as trails of stars blur together. The moon is little but glowing white dots, rapidly switching phases.

You’ve never seen something so beautiful.

“This is the night,” Khonshu says as the spinning stops, freezing the spiraling constellations on the night you were looking for.

“This is surprisingly painful,” Steven shouts.

You hurry to grab your phone, scanning the stars.

“I know, I’m sorry! But it’s working,” you call.

Khonshu collapses to his knees as Steven says, “I can feel my energy leaving me.” The head cover disappears as he loses control of the night sky. He reaches up again, holding it long enough for you to finish scanning.

“I got it! 29 degrees north, 25 east.” Steven collapses, and you tuck your phone away to hold him.

He crawls to you, coughing and trying to control his racing breaths. You help him stand, but it doesn’t do much. He faints as soon as you let go, falling face-first on the sand.

“Steven!” you shout.

“Hey, Steven?” No response. “Marc? Come on, idiots. Where are you? Marc, come on.”

You keep trying until you give up and start dragging the poor man across the sand, but it doesn’t last for long.

Headlights blind you as a car speeds toward the two of you. Shortly followed by gunfire.

“Shit, why do you have to be so heavy?” you grunt. “Oh my god, fine.” Reaching the top, you toss the body over the hill rather unceremoniously, racing down and hopping in the car.

The other car circles you as you duck down, grabbing any weapons you can find. The men step out and start inspecting Steven/Marc, and you take the opportunity to sneak out.

Striking up a flare, the red glow immediately catches their attention.

You hear them yelling before they make a sharp turn and start shooting again. You drop the flare and run around the other side, readying another.

Just as the truck pulls to a stop by the van, you run out, tossing the flaming signal onto the top of the bed, where there was plenty of ammunition just waiting to be exploded. It doesn’t take long for the fuse to spark.

It’s safe to say that you receive a small firework show, and both bodies tumble out with no sign of getting back up anytime soon. If at all.

When you turn around, you immediately shriek.

“OH MY GOD!”

Steven stares back at you, now completely fine and a bit confused.

“…What?” he asks.

You shove him lightly. “Don’t scare me like that, Иисус Христос [Jesus Christ]. I could’ve thrown a flare at you.”

Steven meekly apologizes and your anger dissipates, so you wave to the car.

“C’mon. We’d better get going if we’re going to catch up to Harrow.”

———————————————————————

By the time you’re almost at the tomb, the sun has begun to rise.

“We can’t lose more time,” you grumble finally, breaking the silence. “Harrow must be headed back to this tomb.”

You bite your lip, weighing your words on your tongue. “Listen, if he’s there, we’ll need Marc.”

“No,” Steven says.

You blink. “No?”

He shakes his head. “No. See, the thing is, we made a deal, Marc and I, that when he was done with Khonshu, he would disappear for good.”

Steven glances to the mirror where you figure Marc is yelling at him.

‘But that deal didn’t involve you getting (Y/N) and us killed. That’s not gonna fly with me.’

“You made a deal?” you ask, unaware of the words of the other alter. “That he would just, never come back? Never eat, sleep, live? I understand this is a complicated situation, but both of you belong in your body equally. Besides, that would mean he would also completely disappear from my life.” You add the last bit much quieter.

“What do you mean?”

You hesitate, gripping the wheel. “Yeah, well, the guy’s kinda grown on me. Both of you have.”

‘Steven, you’re gonna make her upset, stop. Give me the body.’

“Even if he would want to ‘lone wolf’ this whole thing,” you continue, waving your hand. “I’ve been there before, and I’m not going to let you dive into a suicide mission alone.”

Ignoring the frustrated man in the mirror, Steven nods. “Yep, it’s just you and me, and the open road.” You brake hard, stifling your amusement as he jolts forward.

“We’re gonna go on foot,” you say, more of an order than a suggestion. He agrees readily, and both of you trek through the narrow path to your destination.

The shadows are a welcome relief from the heat, yet every sound has you tense. Every bit of movement could be a sniper. Every crevice could hide a hitman.

“There.” You point down to a camp. “It looks like they’re already inside, so we need to find another way to beat them to- What’s its name?”

“Uh, Ammit. She eats dead people’s souls.”

“Great. Let’s check the camp.”

Steven heads into a tent, rifling through the belongings. It’s going well, at least until a glass table reflects Marc instead of himself.

‘You look scared.’

“I’m not.”

‘You should be.’ Marc gives a wry grin that’s barely visible on the glass. ‘Without Khonshu, there’s no more suit, no more healing, no more power.’

Steven shines a flashlight directly into his eyes and blinks away the dancing spots. “Yeah, and no more you. I thought. It’s what you said, innit? But believing anything that comes out of your mouth just shows what a plonker I am.”

‘Look, I wish I could just disappear, I really do. But unfortunately, I’m still here. If you’re gonna go through with this, you gotta be smart.’ Marc hesitates a bit. ‘For (Y/N)’s sake. I’ve been in situations like this before.’

Steven shrugs. “So have I. It’s the same body, innit? It’s in there somewhere. Muscle memory and all that.” Marc rolls his eyes from the desk.

‘Yeah, I’m not sure it works that way. Just-’

“Oh, whatever,” Steven huffs, cutting him off.

‘I’m here,’ Marc calls, voice permanently in Steven’s head, even as he tries to walk away. ‘You’re not alone.’

“I know I’m not alone! I know I’m bloody not alone, I’ve got (Y/N). She’s got my back.”

Marc’s snide response shocks both of them. ‘Oh, are you in love?’ he calls. ‘You’re gonna get all of us killed.’

“And you don’t love her?” Steven snaps back, stomping down his flustered-ness to prod at the other man. “Look, I appreciate your concern, mate, I really do. But we’ve got it from here.”

As he eagerly hurries out of the tent, Marc yells from a mirror.

‘If you touch her, I swear to you, Steven. I swear, I’ll throw us off a cliff!’

Meanwhile, searching the camp, you freeze when something catches your eye. A bloodied tool, but not something modern. It’s old as fuck, from what you can tell. But the blood is fresh. Like someone stole this from the tomb and stabbed the nearest person with little regard to the trail they’d leave.

Blood covers the nearby crates. Only more reason to get out of the open.

Charging up your Widow Bites, you head to the entry point where Steven is waiting. You quickly start putting on his harness, trying to ignore how close you are by constantly glancing over your shoulder.

“I have to say, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life,” he excitedly whispers. “The adventure, I mean.” Not surprising. His love for Egyptology makes this basically the most dangerous yet exciting field study ever.

You smile. “Yeah. We want what we’ve never had.” Tightening the buckles, you can’t help but notice his breath ghosting over your cheek. “You know, family, freedom. Relationships…”

There’s a moment of connection. Your eyes meet and you don’t look away.

He’d be really easy to kiss. You know he would be. And a part of you really wants to. But not right now.

You cough a bit and look away, grabbing some gloves as you clip his harness on the rope.

“I will go down first,” you manage, voice quieter than usual. “Before I belay.”

“Yeah, of course,” Steven says. “What’s belay?”

You chuckle and wordlessly drop, reaching the bottom with little issue. What you don’t see is Marc summoning enough control to punch Steven directly in the face, partially for almost kissing you and partially for not doing it.

Underground, the oppressive heat finally relents and you let out a puff of air.

Grabbing your flashlight, you scan the room and run a finger along the dirt atop the sphinx hidden in the dark.

Before you know it, you’ve traced the signature hourglass of the Red Room.

“Shit,” you whisper. Before you can focus on it for too long, shouting from behind you causes you to whip around.

Steven tumbles down the entrance, falling flat on his back with a grunt. You help him up, dusting him off a bit.

“There you go,” you chuckle.

He blushes a bit. “I kinda wish you hadn’t seen that.” You shrug, smiling.

He glances up, eyes widening. “Oh, wow, look at you…” It’s your turn to blush now, almost giggling at the feeling in your chest before you notice that he’s looking at the sphinx, not you.

“Oh, yeah. They really are… gorgeous, aren’t they?” You’re staring at Steven as you speak. “They’re just, they’ve been standing guard for centuries.”

He nods excitedly. “Right! Look, I just- If they sprang to life right now and asked me a riddle for passage, I’d be thrilled. I’d shit myself,” he adds, “but I’d be thrilled.”

“Did… did you do this?” Steven asks, pointing to the hourglass drawing.

Reluctantly, you nod.

“Force of habit… the… The Red Room protocol was to leave the emblem wherever we went. A subtle reminder that Dreykov’s power went beyond borders.” You gesture to the symbol. “A reminder that he was all-powerful.”

You chuckle ruefully, pointing to the symbol. “Even without the pheromone lock, without his agents, he’s still controlling me.”

Steven notices the way you’re voice has quieted, how your usually-relaxed posture has slumped in on itself.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, as if the stone sphinx can hear him.

In an instant, you’re brushing it off.

“Yeah. No, it’s fine, really,” you say, confident once more and hurriedly striding down the dark hallway.

The path twists and turns, disorienting you until you freeze in a small room.

“It’s a maze,” you huff.

Steven can’t help his quip. “It’s a-maze-ing.”

“No,” you snort before pointing around. “Like, there are six paths.”

The man behind you starts muttering to himself as you scan the room. A familiar smell lingers in the air, one you would know anywhere, even if it is hidden by the smell of sand and dust.

Gunpowder.

A few bullet shells lie in the sand.

“What were they shooting at?” you whisper. No one else should be here except Harrow’s dig team.

Steven begins tracing on the center table, much like you had. When you notice a shape forming, you step closer to inspect it.

“This whole structure is the Eye of Horus,” he says. “Look at that. It’s the royal symbol, protection in the afterlife.”

You nod, keeping up with the research you’d done. “But, the resources needed…” The epiphany hits you. “Ammit’s final avatar was a pharaoh.”

“Woah, a bloody pharaoh,” Steven gasps.

“So, do you think this is a map?” you ask, not wanting to disturb the drawing.

“Right. The Eye of Horus is also the eye of the mind, yeah? Representing the six senses, six points. The eyebrow denotes thoughts. Pupil, sight, obviously.”

He continues pointing about the shape. “This point here is, uh, hearing. Smell, touch. And this long line ending in a spiral, is the tongue.”

“An avatar would be Ammit’s voice,” you mutter.

Both of you turn to the corresponding tunnel at once, heading down it together. It ends in an open room, still very musty smelling but less claustrophobic than the previous areas.

You explore for only a few seconds before Steven’s gagging.

“Oh my- Oh my god, is that fresh blood?” he manages. “Isn’t that little chunks of meaty bits?”

You nod in affirmation, really hoping he doesn’t hurl. That’s when you notice canopic jars, very full of organs and coated in very fresh blood. It hasn’t even crusted.

Another bloodied tool lies on the operating table.

You’d read about doctors and sorcerers buried with a pharaoh to protect him from intruders, but this? Checking down the exit hallway, you only see a thick trail of blood.

“Okay, okay,” you hiss, glancing up to the secondary level. “Steven, there might be a way out up there, go check.”

He clambers up with a bit of help from you, wood creaking and echoing around the stone walls.

“So, according to the ancient texts, Ammit should be bound to an ushabti, a little stone statue thingy.” You let him geek out a bit before gunfire stops your heart right in its tracks.

“Harrow,” you say, just loud enough for Steven to hear.

“What are they shooting at?”

You don’t have time to respond when a sickening clicking sound comes from right outside the door.

“Hide. Hide,” Steven calls.

With nowhere to go, you duck down by the table.

The clicking grows ever closer until you spot something, mangled and grotesque, tossing a barely-alive digger onto the stone surface.

The stabbing and squelching sound that follows is enough for you to know that some more jars are about to be filled.

In all honesty, you’ve heard worse, so you silently exhale and try to stay as still as possible.

That plan gets shot the moment you shift and bump a jar.

Wincing, you silently shift away from the table, steadying your breathing as the clicking grows more aggressive. From Steven’s hiding spot, a loud creak rises up and the creature -whatever is it is- jumps atop the table to search for the source of the sound.

You can hear it start climbing the wall, fighting to get to Steven. And that just won’t do.

With a click of a button, you fire off an electrical blast from your gauntlets. It stuns the mummified man, who falls to the table.

Steven shouts with a force you’ve never heard from him and topples a shelf, effectively crushing it.

“I squished it. I squished it,” he whispers.

“Yes,” you say, forcing an encouraging tone. “You definitely squished it, now come on.”

He clambers down the ledge with no semblance of grace, and you take his hand, rushing through the hallway to want you hope will be your destination.

As you’re stepping across shattered stones, a grin finally forms on your face.

This is it. The walls are lined with hieroglyphs, gilded statues line the chamber.

And a sarcophagus lies in the center, water surrounding it.

“Oh, my days,” Steven whispers. “First ones in. Tomb fit for a pharaoh. Thutmose II, Nefertiti, it’s gotta be one of the big ones.”

You point to the sarcophagus, eyes narrowing.

“Steven?”

“Yeah?”

“Those aren’t hieroglyphs. That’s…”

You speak at the same time. “Macedonian.”

He mutters to himself, inspecting the writing. Thoughts spilling out as his mouth races to keep up with his mind.

“I think we’re looking at the long-lost tomb of Alexander the Great,” he concludes. You understand why he’s excited, but a part of you also knows that now is not the time. Not when you’re in a time crunch.

Setting your hands on the lid, you nod for Steven to join you.

“Everything inside me is, like, screaming not to open this thing,” he says nervously.

“Well, it’s either us or Harrow. Your pick.” You know it’s a bit unfair, but it works.

He sets his hands by yours, bracing himself.

You raise a brow. “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

[xtrafluffyteddy]

hi are u by any chance accepting requests atm? if so could I pls request the monster boys comforting the reader after they have a panic attack? (I love ur monster boy series with billy, steve and eddie sm)

if you’re not accepting requests then feel free to ignore this :)

thanks in advance! have a nice day/noon/night <3

Gentle claws and sharp teeth

Demowerewolf!steve x mindflayer! Billy x demovampire! Eddie x reader

i hope this is okay im a bit rusty

Sorry for being gone so long

It started like any other day you'd climb your way out of the monster pile you had been squished or in the boys words "cuddled" into ,shuffle your way down the hall of the old rickety house yall had taken over as your own, step over a couple of old blood bags you had brought home from work for eddie to snack on and reach the kitchen to make yourself a nice hot cup of coffee.

That was until the phone rang, normally you didnt dread the phone ringing since it was usually just some telelmarketer or dustin calling to tell you how fun california is and how much he misses you and eddie and steve, but something about this phone call made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end and your breath come out in quick huffs. With shaking hands you reached for the reciever quickly picking it up crackling heard from the other end then the familiar sound of sinister laughing.

You couldnt believe it after all this time he had emerged, a million thoughts ran through your head 'what if they take the boys from you, what if the boys get trapped on the otherside, what if, what if, what if'

Before you knew it you had dropped the reciever with a loud clack the dial tone ringing out throught the house altering the sleeping men in the other room that you had left their grasp all three of them quickly rushing to check what the commotion was about.

What they found made their dull unbeating hearts break. There you were curled up in a ball hyperventilating and pulling at your hair eyes looking around wildly like someone would show up to grab you if you closed them for a second.

Steve was the first to make a slow approach towards you lowering himself to your level like you were a skittish animal slowly reaching out his hand placing it gently on your head causing your head to snap up. "S-s-steve" your voice cracked thick with emotion "shhhh its okay honey its okay" steve gently took you into his arms as eddie and billy made their way to either side of you placing gentle hands on your shoulders and cheeks "oh sweetheart" eddie rasped voice thick with sleep but also worry "what happened darling" billy murmured tracing small circles under your cheeks wiping away any stray tears.

You slowly started to snap out of the haze that clouded your mind your three monsters coming into view all of them wearing worried faces their hands anchoring you back to eart. '''m sorry" you mumbled sniffling once again only the boys to quickly shush you "no need to be sorry sweetheart you had us worried is all" eddie coos pressing a soft kiss to your inner wrist being mindful of his sharp teeth. "why dont we get you back to bed hm?' steve whispered standing up with you safely tucked into your arms. Eddie and Billy shared a knowing look quickly grabbing your favorite snacks and your long forgotten coffee following steve as the four of you disappear into the safety of yalls room away from Vecnas grasp and the threat of the upside down seeping your world again.

[convxction]

ooc. falafel--i mean fell exalt quotes+lines rant down below lol~

tfw you almost forgot your name lmao. grima stop ad lib for krumb please.

the thing that makes me go UMMM? is how coherent he still is despite being dead. you know, dead means ...dead? brain no???? i wish that would have been portrayed in that way, at least it would make sense for me if he had like...broken syntax you know??????

ngl this line is ??? what do you mean??? is this the broken syntax that i was asking for???? but yeah the fire emblem is supposed to grant wishes and whatever so ...welp. that couldn't help stop that shit show now, can it?

nOOOOHOHOHOHOO1!! CHROM LOSIG HOPE IS DANGER ALERT!!!! sobs ...noooo ;a; god to make him sink this low to give up hope is just...hand in face ..cries....

bruh. i dont know what to say ... the level of interpretations can be different but yall ...thats so in love line and i hate it. man wants to hear his bestie's voice again ... all he hears is grima's ugly voice yucky. give bestie's voice again (winks at hosoya/miyuki san voices wehayahahaheheh)

sits in a corner ... commence crying. the thought that he might have killed some or idk drove some to be killed (or take their own lives) is just...depresso ....

CHROM'S OBSESSION WITH POWER SOBS....LET HIM GOOOO!! LET THE MAN REST GDDDIII!!!! SINCE DAY ONE HE DIDNT GET A REST DAY SOBS...HIS DAD DOING BADIES....HIS SISTER SUFFERING ALL ALONE...SHE DIES ....COUNTRY ALL UNDER HIS PROTECTION....THE SHEPHERDS...RISENS AND GRIMA....STUPID WALHART....WAAAA VALIDAR SATAAAAHHHP SOBS.....FUCK YOU GANGREL WAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOBS.................

mm...deep conversation for a dead guy. still hurts when he lost hope and ofc now believes bonds mean nothing sobs... BONDS MAN, BONDS!!!!! god...i hate love this.

falafel chrom: destruction to askr soon

alfonse, probably: wont let it happen

lif: mhm.

inhales...exhales.. THATS SO LOW!!! DONT USE THAT LINE!!!! WHY DID YOU USE THAT LINE????????/ THATS SO SO SO DEPRESSING!!!!!!!! KRUMB'S LINE.......!!!!!!!

oh yes add the depressing effect. so far in Japanese chrom had been....uhh.. syntactically wrong?? if i can say so, because he said in the last line 'Ane-san' and for my information you dont say ane-san, it is just Ane /big sister if you are referring to her so ??? idk if this was meant to show how damaged his mind is and he is just using whatever words his brain can retain after his death meanwhile in english is think he is ... better than me ahahaha;;; prease localization team ...for once make me restore my faith in your krumb writing sobs....

oh oh i see i see some in english now ... unless you see it as him saying it now ??? instead of " I couldn't protect a thing" meaning in the past . . . ? ? ? ? ? umm ...whatever~

now to the forging bonds thingie event...

lISSA DONT WORRY!!!!! HE WILL BE YOUR BROTHER!!! JUST BECAUSE HE IS DOING THE HEART EYES AT THIS FELLA HE FOUND ON THE PLAINS DOES NOT MEAN HE WILL FORGET ABOUT YOU...something something

sniffles. ninja cutting onion is back..

ah yes sweet sad and angst ... someone is taking notes of the past future dlc.

THATS TE LINE I WANT PEOPLE TO RECOGNIZE MORE!!!!!!!!!!! MAN LIKES COMPANY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he likes his peace and quiet BUT HE LIKES HIS FRIENDS AND COMARDES!!!!!!!! ESPECIALLY HIS SIGNIFICANT OTHER'S COMPANY SOBS ....FAMILLLYYYYY

watched the main story event and sigh... man just needs to be free to harvest souls. just let him go whack around XD i love that byleth just i will talk for these dumdums, chrom growling, maria repeating her siblings names, and anakos being anakos lmao. teacher mode still activates. anyway. sad dead krumb is sad sobs

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi! Id like to request a romantic matchup if you don't mind?

For fandoms, id prefer jujutsu kaisen or My hero academia (whichever you find easier honestly)

Im a straight female

Im 5'6 with long, wavy brown hair; freckles all over my face and some on my chest; small waist and bigger hips; my eyes a pretty big and very dark brown ;my skin is pretty tan and my voice is very soft(i get called mouse for it a lot)

I usually wear a baggy hoodie with skinny jeans and converse with no makeup because sadly i dont posess that skill

I love sweets and i have an obsession with gummy worms (munching on them help me while studying or taking a test)

I love listening to sad songs or love songs. I haven't been cheated on, but i will definitely belt out "before he cheats" to my poor confused dog while im home alone "cleaning"

I love working out and challenging myself

I have a total of five friends who have worked really hard to earn the title since i dont trust easy

Love dancing, playing soccer snd volleyball but my parents think its a waste of time so i dont compete, but I help my friends train anyway

Im 100% a dog person and im allergic to cats

im not afraid to punch a bish if they mess with my friends, but I probably wont do much if im being messed with

Friends = family

Kinda aloof and standoffish around strangers

Afraid of being alone and drowning (nearly drowned when I was 7)

Prefer the heat over cold

Terrified of driving

Sass 100% if im comfortable around you

Love to argue and playfight

Touch starved

Honestly i just want someone who would dance with me in the living room with no music, workout with me and later eat an ungodly amount of food or eat ice cream with me while watching disney movies :(

OMG OMG DUDE I HAVE THE PERFECT MAN FOR YOU!!! like the moment i finished reading this i was like OH MY GOSH i know who do choose for you. i hope you agree with me @pantherhappy!

the character I chose for you is...

YUJI ITADORI!!!

like it's perfect change my mind

he would love to be the man who dances with you in the living room and then slam pounds of food with you in the living room before passing out in your arms

like I CANT GET OVER HOW PERFECT THIS IS

he would be your workout buddy and you guys would build the best workouts fr

would cuddle you all the time and study with you, but hides the gummy worms so every answer you get right, he gives you a gummy worm lol. gives you the proper motivation

you guys would playfight all the time and omg so cuteee

at first, when you met him, you were a little distant, but with Yuji, being the friendly guy he is who also happened to have a little crush, he would make his way into your life slowly, but loudly and very nicely

if you move in with him, yall would get a cute little dog

he would love how you can stand up for yourself it makes you 20x more attractive to him

would cuddle up on the couch with you and binge movies forever

he loves driving you around. he'll take you to work/school and then would wake you up at 4am to go on a late night drive

would stick to you like glue

when you start dating, you would always be around you

you're never alone when you're with yuji

"Don't be down, okay?" You looked up to find Yuji's hand outstretched to you.

You and Yuji both had tear stained eyes after having a long and deep conversation.

You smiled and grabbed his hand, letting him pull you up from the couch. "I'll never let you be alone, okay babe?" He pulled you close and buried his face in the crook of your neck swaying you back and forth in the living room.

You buried your face in his chest and nodded, sniffling. "Thanks for talking, Yuji. It means the world."

"Of course. I'm always here for you."

"And I'm always here for you."

Yuji pressed a little kiss on the tip of your ear and squeezed you close as you kept swaying in the living room before falling asleep on top of each other on the couch. You wouldn't give Yuji up for the world.

[fiftyshadesgrl]

SONGS FROM THE HEART PT 1

This is the first fanfic I have done in a long time and it just poured out of me. I hope everyone likes it and please don't use my writing as your own. Let me know what you think.

It was another day for me, I fixed my hair and done my makeup. I changed into a hot outfit, for what reason I had no real reason. The one guy I dress up for trying to get him to notice me, will never be anything more than my friend. Me and jensen have been the best of friends since I starred in a couple seasons of supernatural.  Jensen was surprised to find out that I could sing and shared his passion about music. We would sing together all the time and this will be another performance at a con. The fans loved the way me and jensen would sing together and they also loved it when we sang our separate songs.

I always sang songs that meant something to me and the way I felt, tonight was no different. I had picked out the perfect song and hopefully jensen would finally understand. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts, "y/n, five minutes." I take a deep breath and head out of the door after checking myself one more time. I turn the corner and there stands jensen with his back turned towards me, he's talking to Jared.

I take a step towards them but stop as I hear their conversation. "Dude, you can't tell me that y/n isn't singing these songs for you. She's been trying to catch your eye for a year now." Jared said but thankfully he hasn't spotted me yet.

Jensen shook his head, "shes not. We are just friends and thats all we will ever be. Ask her yourself."

My heart shattered, that just goes to prove that my thoughts were right. I try to suck back the tears that threaten to fall then I clear my throat. Jensens body stiffened visibly when he heard me, they both turned towards me and jensen expression showed that he knew he had been caught. "Y/n, hey. How long you been standing there?"

"Long enough." My voice was unsteady and I know they both noticed it. Before either one could say anything I brushed past them. "Come on, let's get this over with." I wasn't ready to face the crowd but I had no time to think about anything but doing what I promised the fans.

I stepped out on stage and grabbed the mic, "hey guys, so happy to see all of yall here. I'm gonna do things a little different tonight. I'm gonna sing for yall first and I hope you don't mind that I change it up." The crowd cheers and I knew they wouldn't mind. They're such understanding people it makes me sad to know this is going to end. I glance to the side as jensen and Jared stand on the sidelines, puzzled looks on their face. I give a sad smile then turn back to the crowd. "I just want to say how thankful I am to all of you who have supported me and have enjoyed my singing. I just want to be honest with yall, tonight will be my last con."

There's alot of no and don't go coming from everyone but I have to do this. "It's not that I haven't enjoyed doing this for you guys but I have had a special reason for doing this and now I realize that it never mattered to the one person I was trying to get through to. As you guys know I sing from the heart and I sing songs that mean alot to me and are about my feelings, and tonight is no different." A stray tear falls down my cheek and the room is silent. "Okay enough of me talking, let's get this show on the road." I try to smile but I think everyone sees through it.

The band starts playing the beginning notes of 'I can't make you love me by Bonnie Raitt.'

"Turn down the lights, turn down the bed. Turn down these voices inside my head. Lay down with me, tell me no lies, just hold me close. Don't patronize, don't patronize me."

I'm managing to hold it together, but just barely. I look out and there's alot of fans wiping their eyes and sniffling. I glance to the side and Jared wipes his eyes too and I can see jensens eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Cause I can't make you love me if you dont, you can't make your heart feel something it won't, here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart, til I feel the power, but you wont."

I close my eyes to keep from bursting out in tears. I just have to do this one song then I'm gone, I keep repeating to myself.

"I close my eyes, so I won't see. The love you don't feel, when you're holding me. Morning will come, and I'll do what's right. Just give me til then, to give up this fight."

My voice cracks and the tears start to flow. I can't sing the note but I turn to look at jensen as I whisper out the next line. "And I will give up this fight."

I can see his cheeks wet with tears, so I Jared's. I turn back to the crowd and sing the chorus for the last time and there's not a dry eye in the house. No cheers, nothing just silence as I stand there crying. Everyone is feeling my pain. I accomplished what I set out to do tonight. "It's been a blast guys. Thanks for listening to my rant and my singing. I hope you enjoy the rest of the show but for me, this is goodbye." I blow a kiss to the audience and walk off stage.

I try to squeeze by Jared and jensen without having to talk to them but jensen reaches out and grabs my arm. "Y/n..."

"Dont jensen." I shake his hand off my arm and run back to my dressing room. A minute later I hear a pounding on my door, good thing I locked it.

""Y/n! Open the door!" Jensens voice boomed from the other side, I opened my travel bag and began throwing my things inside that I brought from the hotel here. "Open the door damn it! We need to talk!"

I walk over to the door, try to steady myself before I speak. "There's nothing to talk about jensen. Go do the show."

"I'm not going out on stage until you talk to me." Jensen tried to turn the handle on the door but like I said, thankfully I locked it. "Open the damn door, you know I'll break it down. I don't give a shit." He rattled the door more aggressively this time.

I took a deep breath and almost unlocked the door but then my senses came to me. "No jensen. I cant do this anymore. You confirmed what I've thought all along tonight to Jared. We are just friends and thats all we will ever be." The tears begin to flow again as my heart breaks even more.

"Just let me explain, okay? You didn't hear the whole conversation." He sounded like he was leaning right on the door.

"I didn't need to. I heard everything I needed to." I placed my hand on the door and could swear I felt the heat from his body through it. A sob escaped me that I couldn't hold back anymore. "Jensen, please. Don't make this any more hard than it already is. My heart can't take anymore. Just, go."

Silence for a few seconds that felt like hours. I thought he had left but then he spoke. "Look, y/n just stay until after my set, just give me five minutes after my set. Please."

I sigh as I lean my forehead against the door. Should I stay? My head is so confused. I take a deep breath in, "I can't. I'm done jensen. Just go."

I walked away from the door as jensen rattled the doorknob a few more time and beat and banged on it but I refused to give in to him. He finally gave up and I could hear throughthe loud speaker in my room that he had made his way to the stage. I grabbed my bag and threw the door open to find a security guard standing there.

"Excuse me Ms. Y/l/n, I was instructed to make sure you don't leave the building. Mr. ackles orders."

I rolled my eyes, "of course, but could you do me a favor. I left my water on the stool backstage do you mind if I get it?" I try to sound sweet and charming.

He shook his head, "no can do maam. Youre to stay in your dressing room until the show is over."

"You can't keep me here! I can leave whenever I want to." I stomp my foot like a child and try to shove him aside but he doesn't budge. Then the tears come back, "all I want is to go get my water. Please just let me do that, my whole life is falling apart and I just want this one thing."

He sighed and I could literally see the wheels in his head turning. "Go back in, lock the door and I'll bring you another water." He said unrolling his arms from in front of his chest.

I smiled a sad smile and thanked him. I closed the door and locked it I waited patiently then I heard his footsteps going towards the lunchroom. I opened the door and it was all clear. "Sucker." I smiled and ran towards the exit. Once I climbed in my car I headed towards the hotel to get the rest of my things. Then it will be goodbye forever to jensen.

Once I got to the hotel I hurried and gathered my things and quickly scribbled a note to jensen, 'jensen please don't come after me. Please don't feel guilty, it's okay. I will be fine. We had alot of fun times and I will always hold those memories I my mind and heart. Tell Jared I said goodbye.'

I walked downstairs and gave the note to the woman behind the front desk. "Can you make sure jensen ackles gets this?"

"Sure thing, thank you for staying with us and I hope you will visit us again." I nodded before heading back out to my car. The con should be over in another 30 minutes. Just enough time for me to check in at the airport and make my flight.

As I drove towards the airport my heart sinks lower in my chest. I don't know if I will ever get over him but I have to try.

[theinkangelsfnfwritingheaven]

you write for kapi? O: i have been waiting for kapi writer,,,,, thank you mod *sniffles* <3 i hope youre having a good day!

as for my request, could i ask for kapi enemies to lovers? initially kapis love interest is his rival, and they can beat him in almost any ddr song, but slowly their relationship becomes romantic? :D

slllow slow slow burn, if you dont mind ^^

ofc, no pressure! and take your time when writing ^^ (p.s. anon is off o:)

《I'm supposed to hate you | kapi》

Pairings: Kapi x reader

Setting: Mainly the arcade

Warnings: None

Genre: None

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A/N: Yep I write for kapi! Ty and ty for the request! I hope you like this :D, also anon is off? (ALSO I tried putting effort in this so I'm srry if it's not a slow slow slow burn like you wanted but atleast it's kinda long ^^')

Masterlist | Write for list

"I beat you again kapi!"

The gray cat sighed as he lost to you again. He looked up at you with a slightly angered expression. "Hey it's not my fault, I'm just good at the game" You told him. Kapi scoffed a bit. "Sure y/n, I'm gonna just head home" He said putting his hands in his hoodie pockets, and walking away.

"Of course see ya later, try practicing more aswell!" You yell the last bit to him. Kapi stopped and looked back at you. "You'll see.. one day y/n I'm gonna beat you!" Kapi yelled back with a grin and walked out the arcade. "What's the point in being less confident?" Kapi told himself as he walked.

Crowds of people walking with bags and the sound of people chatting to each other. "I just can't ever beat them" Kapi said in his head, continuing to walk.

"Maybe I'm just losing my rythm in things and I'm just focusing more on beating them" He thought about that for a second. Maybe he just needed to practice with someone to get his rythm back. But who?..

*Ding dong!!*

"Beep- *cough* kapi?" Boyfriend said seeing kapi once he opened his door. "Hi um- I know it's been awhile ever since our rapbattle but I was wondering if you could do a slighty huge favor for me" Kapi explained to boyfriend. "Oh um- Sure whatcha need?" Kapi scratched the back of his neck. "I've been beaten by a rival again that I've had for some time and I was thinking that I've lost my rythm.. I was wondering if you could help me get it back" He told boyfriend.

"Ooh, Of course come on in me and girlfriend will help ya out" Boyfriend would say walking in his house. Kapi would walk in aswell. "Wait a sec- did I interrupt yall? Dude I'm sorr-" Boyfriend cut him off. "It's alright man we weren't doing much anyway" He chuckles, reassuring kapi.

And just like boyfriend said him and girlfriend helped kapi out. Each day he got better and soon enough he was getting better at beating his rival. What surprised kapi the most is that they started getting along more.

"Woo! That was fun, good game kapi"

You tell kapi with a smile. Kapi smiled back a bit. "Yeah uh thank's, you still beat me though" he said. "I know but your getting better, seems like you've been practicing" Kapi nodded. "Well I guess I'll get going now" Kapi would say to you.

"Alright, before you go though. I was wondering if you'd like to hang out tomorrow at that one fast food place close to the arcade" Surprised and confused kapi nods. "Sure but you have to pay for the food" Kapi jokingly said with a smile. "Of course see ya later kapi" Kapi waved by and left leaving the arcade.

Were the two of you starting to form a friendship? Some more days and weeks past and soon enough they did. After or before going to the arcade they always got lunch at that fast food place. Talking about their favorite games besides ddr and stories about moments in their life.

"Hey kapi" you say. "Hm?" Kapi hummed eating his burger. Yall was currently at the fast food place enjoying y'alls food together after playing ddr in the arcade. "I know we always play ddr but what if we have an actual battle that people can come see to watch, I know you've been practicing alot" You explain to him.

Kapi would finish eating and started to speak. "Oh? That sounds fun.. ah what the heck, sure I dont see why not" Kapi said with a smile. "Alright then will do it tomorrow!" You say with a cheerful tone and expression clearly wanting to do this for fun.

Kapi was slightly anxious but only slightly since he's kinda done this with boyfriend and knew that he lost. He shook the thought of him losing and took this as something to do for fun. Yall finished up yalls lunch and left.

After kapi left he went to tell boyfriend and girlfriend about what you told him. Both of them were excited and wanted to go just to cheer kapi on which made kapi happy and feel alot better about doing this.

Time skip, the day and night had passed.

Kapi and you was in the arcade along with a WHOLE crowd of people. Including boyfriend and girlfriend in the front. After some talking the battle would begin. The song was catchy and kapi was real good at his rythm. After alot all of the practicing he went through and instead of hating his rival that was now his friend.. Kapi won! The crowd would cheer. Boyfriend and girlfriend were cheering him aswell.

Kapi still surprised and shook looked at you. You smile at him and put out your hand. He looked at it and shook it. "Good game, you finally beat me" You tell him happily. Not even angry or anything like that about losing. "Thanks y/n, I uh- have to tell you something if that's alright" You tilt your head, letting go of his hand.

Kapi raised his hand and boyfriend threw a mic to him, kapi catched it. He cleared his throat and started to speak. "Thank you everyone for coming if you could stop cheering that would be great. I have something to say to my best friend" He told the crowd. Soon enough the crowd lowered their cheering. Kapi looked at you and breathed in then out. "We've been rivals at first y/n, and were friends aswell now. I enjoyed hanging out with you but I'd like us to be something else" You were honestly really confused and you let him speak.

"I love you y/n.. Will you be my partner?" Kapi confessed to you. Not only that.. he did it infront of a crowd. You were surprised and didn't speak for a bit before saying "Yes!, I'd love to kapi" The crowd cheered and kapi wasn't expecting a yes.

The gray cat hugged you happily and you hugged him back. Boyfriend and girlfriend was honestly just really happy for the two of you. They cheered aswell and shared a kiss together. "I'm happy to have you girlfriend, y'know that right?" "I'm happy to have you to boyfriend"

After that day yall were a couple. It's funny how a rival can become something more.

[themightyabbs]

Tendou Headcannons

I’m new to this, and I wanted to try writing headcanons

- I feel like he’s an impulse buyer and buys alot of weird shit - If you show him something you really like, he’ll always keep it mind to surprise you  - I feel like he’s always cold, not like dead cold but chilly to the touch  - Likes to poke you in sensitive areas (like your waist) to see your squirm - Has alot of merch  - Is head of a popular meme page - Likes sweets/candy, I feel like his favorite candy would be skittles - Likes to stare at you, in a fond way - Really likes touching you, whether it being holding hands or he just has an arm slung around your shoulder - His camera roll is nothing but candid pictures of you, memes, and cursed pictures of shiratorizawa’s underrated crackhead energy.  - Has definitely screamed out the lyrics of Shinzou wo Sasageyo - Likes singing to you/ singing around you - Fast Metabolism - Likes holding your face in his hands/touching your face - Likes painting his nails, really appreciates when you do it for him, and match fingernails with him - Wears alot of baggy clothes, because he likes them and so they will fit you too - Buys matching hoodies for the both of you alot  - Night owl, it’ll be 5 am and you wake up because he’s crying/sniffling cause of the movie Rise of the Guardians  - Love Language is Quality Time (I feel like physical touch could also included with this) - Often gives you headpats or head rubs - Likes to cook with you, even if your not good with cooking he still likes to give you little tasks to help with the preparation of the meal (like slicing vegetables except for onions, doesnt wanna see you cry even it from an onion lol, preparing the measured ingredients like milk/flour/oil, in the measuring cups, and being the official taste tester)  - Great at back scratches - Good at massages (I JUST FEEL LIKE HE IS) - Enjoy being both big and little spoon a lot - Great at taking offguard/candid photos of you, you never notice him - Really likes Sweets, I feel like his favorite candy would be skittles  - Would have PLENTY of indoor cuddle/movie dates - Lots of Mcdonalds/Fast food Dates, sometimes at midnight  - SO MANY PILLOWFORTS  - Definitely has taken you to star gaze, probably doesnt know the constellations and makes up totally random and ridiculous ones up to make you laugh  - Ya’ll have lots of times where its just comfortably silent, and yall just enjoy each others company - Definitely a person who liked to draw on themselves with sharpie, and probably likes to give you sharpie tattoos (ONLY IF YOU DONT MIND THOUGH) - Keeps a mental list of EVERYTHING you like, and stuff you briefly show him so he can one day surprise you with it.  - I feel like he watches gameplay throughs to focus on stuff like homework - Obviously likes baking stuff for you, its really random though lol  I hope I did okay lol

[gojoyogurt]

happy birthday gojo!! || chilhood friends to lovers au || short fic

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

summary: you spend the whole day together with gojo, your childhood friend. this birthday was special since you were the only one to celebrate it with him since all his other friends were overseas. on this day, it felt more like you were receiving a gift on your birthday rather than giving him a gift.

warnings: grammar and vocabulary may not be the best. also, i know gojo isnt 20 but... for the sake of this story i made him just reaching his 20s hope you guys dont mind. some spelling mistakes may not be noticed.

“hey gojo!” i screamed acrossed the road as i saw the tall, light haired man with a bandana covering his eyes leaning on the lamp post. he looked over and gave a small smile along with a wave. it was such a special day since he just turned 20, if he made my 20th birthday so memorable, i should only return the favour since the both of us have been together ( not in a romantic way ) for the longest time and we were always there for each other. “ayo happy birthday you overgrown man baby!” i jokingly congratulated him. “thanks you tiny tiger” he replies back with a smirk on his face while patting me on the head. i blushed slightly, i always had a crush on him but i never got the chance to say it to him. “should i say it today?” i thought to myself as my heart skipped a beat.

we walked down the street for a while and we stumbled across a cafe that seemed pretty quiet, the atmosphere it gave off was so simple yet it was drawing our attention to it. “hey do you-“ we both said simultaneously. “man... that single braincell energy tho amirite HAHA” i affirmed him as both of us were laughing our asses off right infront of the cafe door. after wasting our energy on cackling, we finally stepped into the cafe and ordered our drinks. “one cafe latte-“ we both said simultaneously AGAIN. “why are we so in sync today??” he questioned as we both started giggling uncontrollably at the register. “excuse me, are you guys going to order?” the staff asked us. “oops, sorry. we’ll get two cafe lattes please!” i cheerfully ordered. “two cafe lattes, anything else?” he reassured us. “nope!” i confirmed our order. “ok here’s your receipt, you guys make such a cute couple! you’re so lucky to find your soulmate that matches you perfectly!” the cashier said to us. we both just looked at each other and laughed it off.

it was nearly impossible for us to get to the table since gojos hands wouldnt stop shaking because he was giggling. luckily, we made it to the table without spilling the drinks. “here, its a small gift i made” i said as i handed over a brown wrapped package to him. the crumpling and tearing sound of the paper filled the area we were in, my heart was racing since i was worried that he wouldnt like it. “oh wow, y/n you made this??” he questioned me as if he couldn’t believe that i actually made the picture collage of the both of us. “yeah... do you not like it?” i asked quietly, scared that he actually hated it. “YO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU!!” he screamed in excitement. the collage was filled with memories of me and gojo from when we first met when we were 5 and uptil this day.

it felt like a heavy weight was just lifted off my shoulder. “thanks!! that took a while since i also added some pictures of us when we were still kids!” i replied back in relief. “hey! lets take a photo now so we can add it to the frame!” i suggested. i wriggled my chair over next to him and i took out my polaroid camera from my bag. we both smiled for the picture and i waited for the photo to come out.. “should i tell him now?” i reassured myself. i looked at him quietly, he was smiling while looking at the photos of our past selves, “i want to see that smile forever... ” i knew that it may seem greedy, but my heart always raced whenever i looked at him, even uptil now. “hey, y/n you ok? you seem a little flushed” he asked me with a concerned look on his face. “oh, uh, yeah just feeling a little warm...” i muttered. “lets go to my place so you can rest, ok?” you agreed to go over to his place after finishing your drinks.

during the walk back to his place, i couldnt control my heart, it was beating as if im about to go on stage and perform for millions of people. i stopped walking and i was shaking quietly in a small alleyway leading to his house. “y/n, are you ok??” he ran back after noticing that i wasnt by his side anymore. i dont know why but i suddenly started crying, it was supposed to be a happy day but... why am i like this??? am i scared? gojo hugged me and i cried into his chest while he was calming me down. / “y/n... talk to me, is there anything wrong?” he tried to ask me after i calmed down a little. “i-i- i li- like u b-buht i d-don whant to ru-ruin our fwe nd shipp” i somehow managed to get the words out in between breaths. at that point, my face looked like it was a tomato about to burst. i could hear my own heartbeat, i didnt even dare to take a glance at gojo. “man... how do i take care of you... you see, y/n, i also liked you for such a long time but i always thought that you would go off with some other man so i never confessed” he confessed while scratching the back of his head.

my heart felt like it just stopped, at that moment in time, i feel like the world was so serene and quiet. after snapping back into reality, “wh-what weally??” i sniffled as i looked up at him with my swollen eyes. “HAHAHA YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he teased me as i quickly wiped my snot and tears off my face. “you’re not joking with me right?” i tried to confirm with him. he suddenly let out a huge sigh and walked towards me. my heartbeat suddenly increased as he got closer and closer with every step. he leaned closer towards me and took off his black bandana, “do i look like im lying?” he questioned me as i stared into his beautiful blue eyes. this isnt the first time im seeing it but i always can never prepare myself to see it. his eyes looked so peaceful, like a quiet ocean that has no limits. it felt like you could clearly see the sky even though we were in a dark area.

he put his bandana back on and gave me a long, tight hug. “you are the meanest person i know did you know that” i jokingly said to him. “hey is that the first thing you say to your boyfriend? ouch” he joked back. he hugged me for a little while longer before staring at me. he leaned in closer next to my ear and whispered, “thank you, for making this the best birthday present i could ever ask for” he gave me a peck on the cheek before looking back at me. my face was once again about to explode and my heart was probably on the verge of exploding. “can you not do that i have a weak heart you know???” i scolded as i jumped on him to attack him. “ouch ouch ouch!1!1!1!1! okok im sorry geez, violent much” he teased me once again. “c’mon, lets go to your house already, i look embarrassing” i pushed him so that i don’t embarrass myself in public. i clinged onto his arm and kept my head down the whole way back so that people dont see my face. this day was honestly the best day of my life, i had a huge smile on my face for the rest of the day.

and the rest is left up to your imagination...

hello people! sorry if this seemed rushed because i’ve been quite busy recently but ill still try to post whenever i can. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GOJO YAYYY. actually ive been on a hiatus off anime for a while and jujutsu kaisen is getting me back into the swing of things so im really into jujutsu kaisen atm HAHA. anywho hope you guys enjoyed this short fic and see yall in the next one byee!!!

also im so happy aot the final season came out today but since i read the manga, im really not prepared for whats going to happen... also can we talk about how the intro is just a whole gender reveal party??

[nctdream-boat]

“Shut up and love me” with Bang Chan plsss

“‘Shut up and love me” with Bang Chan plsss”

40. “Shut up and love me”

A/N: You didn’t give much of a plot so i hope you like this 🥺 i decided to do a like close friends thingyyy bc i miss him and want him to be my best friend.. I also made it a head cannon bc i wanted to and i wrote this during my lunch break so im soooo sorry if its not the bestttttt

Plot: Chan decided to invite you over to the dorm to celebrate national friends day with his best friend (you)

Master Link

Writing Prompt Game Link

“dude I know you said it was necessary but it’s not freaking necessary.”

you sigh exasperatedly because your amazing best friend of like for-fucking-ever decied to put a BLINDFOLD on you.

for what reason?

he said that he had a surprise for you since it was best friends day

you don’t even think that a national holiday like that is even important but who are you to crush his dreams

and hey these usually come with free food

so here you are; blind, cold because you were expecting to be outside today but nope you were wrong, and hella confused

“it’s necessary Y/N” he mumbles focusing on leading you safely

“all these lie” you say getting fed up with his antics

“ok ok sorry” he chuckles

he stops you in a c o l d room like it wasn’t anything

“ok you can take it off now”

you slide the blindfold off your head and just stare

some might think it’s in awe but no

you’re looking at his dorm… the freaking blindfold WASNT nesessary

well i guess it wasn’t as bad since there were changes made to the dorm

Chris had moved some of the furniture so he could set up a pillow fort in between the couch and tv

it was big enough for you both to fit without being all up on each other

but also small enough for you to be cozy

“awe chris it’s cutee”

he just smiles in response and walks over to the kitchen and comes back with a plastic bag

“i got snacks as well, anddd i got your favorite” chan says holding up your favorite snack

“ahhh yessss thank you Chan”

so after that yall get all comfy in the pillow fort and cover up your freezing body with a blanket

“What do you want to watch? we have disney plus and netflix” he asks

he turns on the tv and looks at you expectantly

“uhhh lets watch Lion King” you say starting to get excited to watch a Disney Classic

“noooo i don’t wanna watch that. the boys and i watched over the weekend. How about The Little Mermaid if we’re going the Disney route?”

you look at him like he’s lost his mind

does he not remember when you were in middle school you watched that movie with a group of friends and during the kiss scene the random kid in the group decided that THAT was going to be the best time to confess to you…

with a kiss

on the lips

totally ruined your night

totally ruined that movie for you

so

“No Chris, i don’t want to watch that.” you dead pan

“why- Ohhhhhhh” he says looking away from the tv to see your reaction

“Omg chris you forgot. wow ok i see how much you love me”

cue the fake sniffles

“Y/n we don’t have to watch it”

“no you want to, so put it on and make me suffer” 

you turn away from him and lay on your side and fake pout

“Y/n come here im sorry i forgot”

“no”

he didn’t want his best friend mad at him even if they were faking it

so he did the only rational thing and kinda picked you up and moved you over so you were facing him again and hugged you

bc hugging is a very normal occurrence within your and Chan’s friendship it took all of you to not immediately wrap your arms around him

“get off Chrisss” you whine

“i dont wannaaa” he says coping your tone

“uhhh get off. you’re heavy and-”

he cuts you up :(

“shut up and love me” he says

“hmmm okayyy whatever but only if you buy me extra snacks next time

“*sigh* fine”

[yuzenji-archive]

Can you please do hcs of atsumu, sakusa, ushiwaka and osamu with a really small and timid s/o? they really dislike crowds or anything that makes them feel unsafe and one day, they accidentally let go of their hand and when they went to find them, they get hit on by men + fluffy ending pls I hope this wasn't too much >~

tbh i relate omg im super short and i hate crowds so much but the only exception is if im in disneyland or universal studios (fuck it im gonna write a scenario where u and a haikyuu bebe go to an amusement park) ;; otherwise i’ll end up crying :< and no no omg it wasnt too much at all!!! thank u so so much for this request

ATSUMU —

aware that ur timid and dont like crowded places so whenever he plans dates its usually in a place that doesnt have a lot of crowds and stuff so hes very much aware of that

but when the chances lands on a crowded place atsumu’s senses are just SHARP

he doesnt EVER let u out of his sight and he rarely lets go of ur hand

hes just scared of what would happen to u if ur not near him or if hes not holding u u know

then this one day,, just had to come around

u and atsumu basically got squished in the middle of the ever so busy tokyo and he accidentally let go of ur hand and the panic just

STRIKES HIM

and he didnt even hear u call for him so he doesnt have any fuckin idea of where u went so homie is swimming thru the sea of people and calling ur name and is extremely stressed

like oh my god my smol and shy and timid baby is lost where tf aRE U

he found u where u originally started and u were partially surrounded by boys who are obviously from harajuku LMAO

they were just towering over u and being very weird and atsumu fuckin sped walk to where u are and shoving people around to get to u

“JESUS i thought i fucking lost u i was panicking back there”

“hey back off we got them first”

“hey why dont u shut up and leave my partner alone?” he really has no shame knowing this bitch isnt even from tokyo

he apologizes profusely for even not holding ur hand tight enough and hes just extremely guilty :^(

OSAMU —

his calm nature kinda just reminds me that he probably doesnt like crowded places either

but he asked if u wanted to go to fuji-q with him and u said sure why not bc ya kno what would be the harm of it

osamu picked the worst date and it was partially crowded and now ur like “oh great”

the roller coasters were scaring u and theres a haunted house so that would be mf fun amirite

osamu promised that he would never let u go if yall went to the haunted house and u trust him so yall go 😐

there were a couple sets of people after u and it just so happened that this one couple screams every time somebody breathes like ??

this one jumpscare scared the shit out of them and they ran past u and osamu and ended up taking osamu with them along the way and u were left alone

it was dark and scary and u feel like u were going to die inside and osamu was panicking silently and quietly but really his mind was absolute chaos

even if its dark hes trying to find a way to find u by walking in the wrong direction of the entire house

u ended up ducking behind one of the counters in the house and u just sat there waiting for osamu while the panic just grows bigger and bigger in ur chest

eventually his eyes adjust to the dark and hes checking EVERYTHING and i mean every single corner of the whole thing and hes asking the staff for help

they did not find u but osamu heard tiny sniffles and he found u just )); head buried on ur forearm bc uve been stuck there for a while

“oh baby im so sorry-”

“osamu..” u hugged him so tightly and it broke his heart seeing u like that omg :^(

throughout the day he only ever kept u super close to him ): if he could say he developed some sort of paranoia bc of that, he would

WAKATOSHI —

he likes going outside and stuff !! especially the park he likes the park but he likes it even better when ur with him <33 ik super cheesy

so new years came along and he messaged u asking if u wanted to go to the temple with him for new blessings and good luck for the year

u kept in mind that there will be a ton of people there but it eases ur mind a little knowing wakatoshi is with u and u know he’ll just stick by u the entire day

yeah well slight inconvenience when he went to go get a little snack and this little charm thingies for u, he came back and u poofed!

he doesnt think much of it but he starts looking for u while holding the charms in his hand

when he does find u, ur expression was uncomfortable bc this dude was pushing himself onto u and he just

marches right up to him and yall know this a big bitch so he just glares at the guy tbh trash talking wakatoshi would never work

he’d apologize for not taking u with him and the second he hands u the charm thingies ur smile when u see it just warms his heart so much

he thinks ur the best lucky charm in his life <33

SAKUSA —

imma keep it real simple here

but u will never catch this bitch in a crowded place like ever

[shhh-no-ones-home]

december 23 - ricky horror

title: one in seven

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its official where i live! marry christmas and happy holidays to yall. i hope you all have a great day and enjoy the last couple fics of the year! thanks again for reading and sharing, i love you all and wish you all the best in 2021.

prompt: Notes and gifts from a "secret Santa" take a strange turn

request from: n/a

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @joeynihil @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @thisplace-ishaunted @xyours-eternallyx

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one week. thats all that was left. five days till christmas day and i was all but turned off by the idea of gifts and celebration and parties and everything else that came with the holiday. i think my secret santa knew that though, whoever it was. dont get me wrong, i didnt mind being on the road for christmas, i didnt like the day, and i didnt have family to spend time with so it didnt really matter. but little did i know at the beginning of this that everyday i would wake up to something weirder in my stocking. and not even in a bad way, cause the two things id received already were super awesome.

and yes, it was the guys idea to put stockings up and do secret santa. that way we each got something small the seven days before christmas and the day of we would ultimately find out who our gift giver was over dinner as they gave us one final larger present. and dont get me wrong, i was an excellent gift giver, already two days in and vinny had loved the two things i had secretly slipped into his stocking but i was getting more impatient. i wanted to know who was getting me things only a few people knew i wanted. and ultimately i wanted vinny to know who was giving him his gifts.

when i got up today i wasnt exactly sure what i was going to be pulling out of the stocking hanging outside my bunk. the first day i had gotten a skeleton hand mug, the second day i had gotten a bag of death wish coffee, and i really just wanted to know if the theme would continue. maybe this person was trying to tell me something. i laid in my bunk as my alarm went off, silencing it almost immediately since i was awake already, just staring at the ceiling. i tossed the blanket off and slid out of my bunk slowly, looking up at chris as he leaned back into the opposing one, sipping out of his Starbucks cup from yesterday.

"morning."

i said and he held his cup to me in cheers.

"morning."

he said groggily.

"you check your stocking yet?"

i asked and he nodded.

"yep, todays was a voodoo donut and a starbucks giftcard."

he said with a smile and i laughed.

"guess you get it twice a year now huh."

i said and he nodded contently,

"whats in yours?"

he asked and i turned around, my eyes going wide at how thick it looked. i drew my brows and reached my arm into it. i felt something soft graze my hand before pulling it out.

"awe, its so cute."

i said as i pulled the plush bat out, taking the black silk eye mask off of it and petting its head. i showed it to chris.

"either my secret Santa thinks i sleep too much or not enough."

i said with a laugh, putting the eye mask into my bag next to the coffee and mug. chris laughed a little bit as ricky slid his curtain over from behind him.

"what you guys talking about?"

he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"y/n's concerned with the gifts from her secret santa."

chris answered and rick raised a brow.

"how come?"

he asked and i shrugged, hugging the bat to my chest.

"ive gotten two things of coffee so far and two things to sleep with. im getting mixed signals to say the least."

i said with a laugh and he nodded, jumping down from his bunk with a thud.

"maybe they think you needed something to help you keep up the good work, and something to help you relax. you do work harder than all of us combined."

he mentioned, making me smile.

"thanks rick, i guess ill just have to wait another few days and ask when i find out who it is."

i said and he nodded.

"guess so."

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"okay, this is getting more and more confusing."

i said, unwrapping the fuzzy blanket, holding it out to look at what was on it. the whole thing was solid black with alchemy symbols, pentagrams, crystal balls, and the likeness on it in bright pastel pinks and purples. it was really cute and matched the bat perfectly. all this stuff just had me wondering what i could be getting at dinner. i knew this blanket wasnt cheap, it had a black craft tag on it after all.

"whats confusing?"

vinny asked, holding the new bulls jersey in his hand.

"the theme of these is a little skewed to say the least."

i said and he shrugged.

"that looks comfy."

he said, running his hand over the side of it and i nodded.

"what else have you gotten?"

he asked and i sighed.

"coffee, a mug, a plush bat, a sleep mask, pastel bath bombs, a coffee and honey face scrub mask, fuzzy black and pink socks, and now this blanket. its like a care package."

i said and he shrugged.

"guess youll just have to find out at dinner, which we should probably get ready for."

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as we all sat around the table i watched intently as we went down the line, each person giving their last gifts.  justin had chris, chris had ryan, ryan had aj, aj had justin, i had vin, vin had rick, and finally rick had me. as he got up he reached for a large box and my eyes went wide.

"okay y/n i know all week youve been trying to figure out what the hell this all could be leading up to but i asked all of the guys if we could pitch in on something so its not just from me."

i drew my brows.

"we all know you work ten times harder than the rest of us so we all wanted to do something special for you."

he said, setting the box down in front of me on the table.

"you guys didnt have to do that. you guys put so much into the band, im nothing special."

i said and he sent me a disapproving look.

"but you are, without you none of this would work. so as a thank you from all of us..."

he said, pointing to the box and i moved slowly to open it, all of them watching me intently. i ripped the paper off first, then going in to rip the tape off it and popping the sides open one at a time. when i pulled the tissue paper out of the way i drew my brows. in it was a large wooden box.

"okay?"

i asked, pulling it out and setting it on the table in place of the carboard box.

"open it."

chris said from across the table and i pushed the gold tab up, lifting the lid. as soon as i saw what was in it my mouth dropped. i wanted to inspect it more but my vision was going blurry at the tears behind my eyes.

"you guys."

i said, closing it and standing up to give rick a hug.

"so i take it you like it?"

he asked and i nodded against him, pulling away and wiping the tears off my face.

"its beautiful."

i said, opening the box back up and looking over the kit of art supplies. there was everything i could ever ask for in here: a water color palette, gouache, oil pastels, soft pastels, colored pencils, drawing pencils, two sketch pads, brushes, the whole nine yards.

"we wanted to get you something that you enjoy and that relaxes you. this whole week ive been building up stuff that could make you comfortable during or after a long work day: comfy stuff to sleep with, coffee when youre running around making sure we're all in line, spa stuff to help you chill at home. they all helped with this idea but we thought it could be something to get you out of the real world when youve had enough. and now youll think of all of us when you use it."

he said with a wide smile and i couldn't help crying again.

"you guys take such good care of me."

i said through a sniffle as vin leaned over and hugged me, then Justin leaned in and did the same, pretty soon all of them were standing around me in big a group hug.

"we love you y/n, we wouldnt get anything done without you and we're so glad to call you a team member and most importantly a friend."

rick said, as they all stood back up and went back to their seats.

"thank you guys, for everything. and thank you especially for making this a special christmas, the most special christmas ive ever had."

he squeezed my shoulder gently.

"youre part of the family now y/n, and we wouldnt want it any other way."

[mar-bluu]

if you feel up to it, mayhaps the prompt, “please don’t hold me, I wouldn’t know how to let go” or something along those lines, for any couple :D ur writing is so dope!!!! ily

fsdghjksfgv okay this was such a nice prompt and i’ve been kinda stuck in writers block rn, so i used this to try and get out of it lol. i hope i did it justice!! :3 also i’ve never had my writing described as ‘dope’ before but im kinda living for it so thank you!! ily too dude!

ship: Blush word count: 746 warnings: panic/anxiety attack, self deprecating thoughts, poor writing/grammar/etc

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In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.

The walls were closing in and the room was spinning.

In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.

Deep breaths, Mush kept reminding himself, deep breaths. He wasn’t too sure what had set this bout of anxiety and fear off, but he knew he was beginning to spiral.

In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.

Curled up in his bunk, blankets and sheets bunched around him, Mush buried his face in his hands, fingers tugging at loose strands of hair. It had been days, and weeks, and months of feeling like pure garbage. Flat, and lethargic, almost corpse-like as he dragged himself through his daily routine, everything building to a boiling point where tears spilled down his cheeks and he sat in bed, holding back quiet, shaky sobs. He felt so incredibly alone, isolated from his friends, the people he considered family, and while the tiniest, slightly more rational voice in the back of his head told him that wasn’t true, that he was being dumb, and he had no reason to be acting like this, Mush couldn’t stop himself from shaking. He clawed desperately at his clammy skin, trying in vain to free himself from the suffocating feeling, the night air, hot and stuffy made him want to throw up.

In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.

He ran his hands through his hair then down to his face, sinking his teeth into the flesh of his hands to stifle his sob and ground himself in the crowded room. He was cautious not to wake the others sleeping nearby, but his clothes stuck to his body, making Mush all the more uncomfortable and miserable. Even now, while surrounded by tens of resting bodies, he had never been so lonely. His heart rate spiking and sweat beading on his forehead, Mush clutched despairingly at the blankets, drawing the thinly-knit fabric around himself as he ran out of ways he thought he could help himself. Tears soaked the threads around him and his eyes burned, his mind turning to thoughts of extremities as he spiralled into hopelessness, lapsing into the same frightening thought pattern he’d been experiencing for months.

In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.

Mush’s head screamed at him to leave, to get out of bed and run into the night, fleeing from the issues that plagued him. He buried his face under the blankets. Make it stop! Make it stop! He rocked forward. Please, make it stop! He begged silently to the air. Just as he was beginning to think he would never find an end to this, he felt a dip in the mattress next to him and the bed frame creaked. Through blurry, tear-filled eyes, Mush peered out from under the blanket. The concerned face of Kid Blink hovered in front of him, features illuminated faintly by the soft moonlight. “Blink?” Mush sniffled,

“Yeah, ‘m here.” Blink whispered back. “What’s wrong?” Mush wiped his eyes on the scratchy material of the blanket.

“Ah, nothin’,” he laughed dryly. “Jus’ overreacting.”

“Don’t seem that way to me.” Blink spoke quietly. Mush looked away, biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to prevent a fresh wave of tears from spilling from his eyes.

In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.

After a few minutes of staring at the wall, trying to calm his frantic mind, Mush felt Blink shift beside him as his strong arms wrapped around his waist, gently tugging him into Blink’s lap. Against his will, Mush felt himself relax in Blink’s grip, as he pressed a small kiss to the spot between Mush’s neck and shoulder. He didn’t deserve this affection. But as much as his mind cursed him out for it, Mush couldn’t deny, it was nice, just having Blink hold him, it made him feel safe and seen. But he knew it couldn’t last.

In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.

“Please don’t hold me,” Mush mumbled into his hands. Despite his words, however, he cuddled into Blink’s lap. His heart had begun to slow, the whirling thoughts of doom beginning to fade, they were still there, demanding to be listened to, but Blink’s warm embrace seemed to ward them off. “I wouldn’t know how to let go.” He finished. Blink’s thumb ghosted over Mush’s knuckles as he pulled him in tighter, humming slightly as his lips grazed the base of Mush’s neck again.

“Then don’t.”

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@cutesiewoojin​ @gendistic42​ @the-cowbi (sorry for the random tag yall, im just kinda excited that i finally managed to put words on a page again!! i know you probably dont care lol)

[rvnjun]

everything | zhong chenle

requested #1: So I was wondering if you could do a little chenle fluff thingy where he hugs the readers waist? Idk I just had a dream about it and I’m 🥺 you can do whatever you want with it after that tho! requested #2: I’ve have no ideas rnkdkdnsj- but I guess I can go off of how I feel rn ? I have a massive headache and I’m feeling really nauseous so can I get chenle cuddles in his room if you’re not busy pls 👉🏼👈🏼 requested #3: Hihi!! May I get cute chenle hugs where the reader doesn’t wanna let go of him after a cuddle session and he just walks around with them bc he’s best boy and I wanna squish his cheeks bc cheek chub if that isn’t too much, you can ignore this if you want!! ☺️ requested #4: can i please have a chenle request where youre having a rough day and it ends with cuddles? requested #5: May I request a really tired chenle pls 🥺 genre: fluff word count: 1.1k authors note: wowie everyone really wanted chenle, all these reqs came in last night and today so wow. i hope yall dont mind that i combined them all into one super request XD

Everything. Everything was going wrong today, nothing wanted to go proper for you. Your vision slowly started to blur as tears welled up, you sniffled and wiped your eyes carefully. The day was almost over and you were ready to go home but someone seemed to have other plans for you. “Are you kidding me,” you dejectedly mumbled under your breath. 

The last bus home had already left which left you one of two options, neither pleasing. Walk home or call someone to get you, that's all you could do. Your mind started to race as you thought of who you could call, the obvious answer was Chenle but he was busy preparing for a show the next day and you had already bugged him enough about your day. Sometimes you feel like a nuisance to Chenle so you didn't want to keep that up.

 Crestfallen you started your long journey home, feet already beginning to hurt after no more than 20 steps. Your cheeks burned as the tears continued to fall showing no sign of stopping. “Stupid,, fucking,, day,” your voice cracked as you kicked at the air with every word. To bystanders, you looked like you were losing your mind but you could have cared less. 

Out of your peripheral, you noticed a black van slowing down near you. Honestly, if you were smart you would have realized sooner who it was but you didn't. Your heart started to pound rapidly against your chest even more tears falling due to your fear of what they wanted. 

The car stopped right next to you, causing you to halt in your spot when you noticed a familiar look to it. The door opened and Chenle burst out, wrapping his arms around you. You started to cry harder and hug him back “Why didn't you call and have me get my manager to pick you up?” he asked, feeling slightly hurt that you didn't. 

“I felt like a nuisance and didn’t want to disturb you,” you cried into his warm embrace. He sighed and placed a kiss on top of your forehead. “How did you find me?” you asked feeling curious as to how he knew you missed your bus and how he knew where you'd be. 

“You always text me when you get on the bus but you didn't so I was worried,” he tried to let go of you but you refused. His sweet laugh rang through your ears as he slightly loosened your grip on him and turned around so you were hugging his back. “Come on baby, why don't you come to my house for a bit and we can have a little movie night or something.” The tears started to halt and you smiled, a movie night with Chenle sounded beyond perfect. You hummed in response and followed him into the car, feeling sad that you had to let go of him. 

The ride to his house was silent as he gently rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand, every once and awhile bringing your hand up to place a sweet kiss on it. “You know just how to make my day better,” you said, laughing at thinking how hysterical and stupid you must've looked. Chenle leaned forward and peered at your face, seemingly knowing what you were thinking. 

“You know, I don't understand how someone can always look so perfect?? After all the crying you just did maybe I'd be able to see something wrong but I can't?” he smiled at his own words, fixing your hair a bit. Wanting to poke some fun at him for being cheesy you realize that you couldn't. The tears that had finally stopped started up once more. “Oh no, why are you crying?” he asked with a pout. 

“Because, because of im so happy and I love you,” you cried out, hands waving. “I love you too Y/n,” his voice was gentle as he leaned over and pulled you into his chest the best he could. You wiped your eyes when you arrived at his house. 

You hugged Chenle’s back tightly making him giggle once more, slowly taking off your shoes and jackets and heading to his room. Not once letting go of the warm boy. His back bringing a sense of peace over you, calming the rough waves of today the crashed against your head relentlessly. Just being near Chenle made you feel like you were laying in a meadow with the sun cascading down on your skin leaving behind a warm tingly feeling. 

As you approached his room you finally let go. He opened his door and immediately picked out a random movie, placing it in. You, on the other hand, made your way to his closet and put on one of his shirts. Smiling triumphantly you couldn't help but giggle to yourself.  

As you went to crawl into his bed Chenle placed his hands on your waist, spinning you around so you were facing him. The gesture made butterflies float all through you. “Y/n,,-” he started, eyes wandering all over your face before they landed on your lips, his grip tightened slightly “-I love you so much and I want you to know that you are never a nuisance.,” he ended his sentence with a slow and gentle peck to your lips. The kiss may have been simple but that didn't stop it from being full of love and passion, your mind blanking. Your knees nearly betrayed you but Chenle wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you into his chest and deepening the kiss. When you pulled away your face gave away your obvious flustered mind. 

Chenle smiled softly at you, rubbing his eyes with a big yawn, “Now let's cuddle,” he beamed while grabbing your hand and pulling you down into his bed. He pulled you against his chest, his head nestled into the back of your neck. One of his legs crossed over you making you guys even closer There was barely any space between the both of you. He placed a soft kiss on your neck and sighed. In the darkness of your day, Chenle’s cuddles were heaven. 

“I love you Chenle, and, thank you,” your voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke. He hummed in response, his eyes growing heavier by the second. About to speak up and say more you stopped when you heard his calm breathing. Slightly turned your head a smile grew on your face at the amazing sight. Even sleeping he was still so ethereal looking. “Cute,” you whispered before kissing his nose and turning back to face the TV. “I guess I wasn't the only one with a bad day,” you quietly said to yourself. Soon joining Chenle in a warm and peaceful slumber.

[everyonesawhoregrace]

A Season 5 Predictor. You’re welcome. (Tommy Shelby Imagine...kinda)

WARNING. THIS IMAGINE .... KINDA... IS SAD! I’m not officially back from writing, although I’ve been dabbling here and there hehehehehe. I’ve been getting a lot of private messages about when I’m comin’ back and honestly..... i dont know. however. i would like to think its sometime soon. oh! for those who have been wondering about fire and ice 2 (!!!!!!!) im working on it, but i want to make it perfect. afterall, our girl Jade’s been through somethaaaaangs hunny. hope you all are well. enjoy this cute, small, tiny little imagine. hopefully it gets yall to stop thinking my boy tommy is a dick and actually a man with feelings hehehehehe love you all . always. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I panic, pushing my fingers through his hair. Hiccuping and being blinded by my own tears, I latch onto him. “There’s nothing-“

“Everything is fucking wrong with me.” He sinks to the floor, falling to his knees. Tommy. “I want to fucking die. I want enough!” He screams, shaking me.

Bringing myself down, I feel his features against my palms. His cheekbones and glow and burn, a result of him slapping himself over and over again. His skin is hot to the touch, making me wince as I lean in and press a kiss to his lips.

“Stop. Please.” I sniffle, my nose runs. “Please, I cant-“ I break into a sob but tell myself to calm down. Jesus Christ. Calm the fuck down! “Please, just look a-at me?”

His eyes, sky blue, a sincere blue, swims in a sea of red. Still, even as his mind runs with thoughts of self harm, hatred and suicide, does he manage to look up at me. I wipe my tears before wiping his. “Tom-“ I whine, shaking my head. “Please don’t go anywhere. I-I won’t live without you.”

His lips move, tilting up slightly before he frowns again. I push him, “I need you.” I press my nose against his, shutting my eyes. “I-is that what you wanted to hear? That I need you?”

He bites down, grabbing a hold of my wrists. Pushing me away. “Y/N. Everyone I touch dies.” He swallows. 

“Tommy-” 

“I-I’m being serious,” He struggles to get it out, loosening his ties with me. Does he really think it's that easy? Like I’ll just let him-, “Grace, Lizzie.. They’re gone, b-because of-”

“Stop!” I shout, pressing my lips together, shaking my head, I feel myself getting annoyed. “Please just fuckin’-”

Just like that, a chorus of gunshots shoot through the windows, flying past a sat Tommy and I. And before I can do anything, or say anything, Tommy throws himself on top of me. Guit omits off of his body, but I can’t help but to latch closer him. I love you, Tommy Shelby. I really do. 

[laurens-lil-fics]

Hallucinate - Matt Murdock x Powered! Reader Part 4

Series Summary: When members of a criminal organization start flooding precincts all over New York, turning themselves in, Daredevil must investigate to see what new player has them running for the hills.

Chapter Summary: A couple days of radio silence makes Matt worry his new partner may do something rash. His solution? A sushi dinner downtown. But an uninvited guest could turn the whole night around.

Word Count: 2597

Warnings: Major angst, cursing, kidnapping

Author’s note: I thought this chapter would be hella short but it is, in fact, hella long. Dont worry, yall will get some answers soon. 

The third time was, in fact, not the charm. Neither was the fifth, or the seventh.

By the eighth call, (Y/n) finally answered, mumbling a simple command to leave her alone before hanging up.

Matt sighed deeply, repressing the urge to throw the burner phone out the window and start scouring the city for her heart beat.

It had been two days since the incident at the docks. She had refused to let him try to get her to ‘her place,’ insisting she didn’t trust him with that information.

When he tried convincing her to let him treat her wound she only pushed him away, eventually using what little energy she had left to fly off and leave him in the shipping container where they had taken refuge.

Both Daredevil and Matt Murdock hadn’t heard from (Y/n), which understandably put him on edge. 

Karen insisted it was because he had taken the charade too far and let himself get close to her.

He insisted it was because someone powerful enough to rip a yacht in half was on the loose in Hell’s Kitchen, unsupervised and seething. 

She had the addresses of the warehouses Mr. Mackie tipped Matt off to, she could have easily gone on her own to find Blum and kill him. Shit, he was probably dead already.

Groaning to himself, Matt ran his fingers over the case file he was supposed to be reading for a fourth time. He was too distracted to focus on anything that didn’t have to do with (Y/n) or Blum or anyone else involved with the two of them.

By the time he had forced himself to finish the case file, it was already noon.

He reached for his personal phone this time, deciding a call from Matt Murdock was the better approach. On the third ring she answered.

“Hello...?” Her voice was raspy, worn, like she had been crying or screaming, maybe a mixture of both.

“Hey stranger...” he smiled to himself, hearing her chuckle over the line, “haven’t heard from you in a while... everything okay?”

He could’ve sworn he heard her mumble something about him being mindreader before she responded. “Yeah... I’ve just had a lot on my mind and I haven’t felt like talking to anyone...”

“Well if it’ll help, I’m free tonight... Maybe venting about it will help you feel better?” He offered, his fingers tapping anxiously against his desk as he awaited her response.

“I dunno...” she sighed, “It’s a lot... and I don’t wanna bore you with the details. I’m not one to dump my problems onto other people.”

That would explain her reluctance to work with him.

“It’s not ‘dumping your problems’ if I’m offering to let you vent to me... plus as a lawyer, any and all ability to get bored was beaten out of me at law school.”

(Y/n) chuckled again, then the line went quiet. Matt didn’t break the silence, hoping she was taking that time to consider his offer.

“Where did you wanna meet...?”

Matt smiled softly, leaning back into his chair. “Theres this sushi place downtown, it’s small but the foods good... you eat sushi?”

“When it’s in my budget, yeah.” she responded.

Matt assured her he would cover it, though it took some convincing on her part to allow it. Once he gave her the address, he hung up. Now he just had to come up with a line of questioning that would be the most inconspicuous. 

Matt arrived just a couple minutes before (Y/n), worried if he showed up late even by a minute it would rub her the wrong way.

Why was he so worried? He told himself she’d open up to him more if she was in a good mood; that she’d be less likely to kill someone if he put her in a good head space.

From his moist palms he knew he was lying to himself.

He heard her walking up the block towards the restaurant, but still acted surprised when she lightly bumped him before telling him hello.

He could hear the fabric of a skirt brushing over her knees, the light click of her kitten heels, and he could smell just a hint of sweet perfume lingering on her skin.

“It’s a little more casual than I expected...” she trailed off, leaning a bit more into Matt as they entered the restaurant. 

“I’m sure you look beautiful... no one’s really going to mind if you come in a bit overdressed.” he assured her. He realized he had called her beautiful once he felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Matt Murdock sucked at playing it cool.

The two sat down in the corner of the restaurant, neither really knowing how to start the conversation once they had ordered their drinks.

“Okay... then I’ll start...” Matt cleared his throat, leaning in closer to her, “I haven’t known you very long... but you’re very sweet... I enjoy spending time with you. I just want to do what I can to make sure you’re alright... and I can’t do that if I don’t know what’s going on with you...”

The waitress interrupted them, bringing them their drinks and jotting down their orders, (Y/n)’s heart hammering in her chest the whole time.

Once she had left, (Y/n) sighed softly began fiddling with the wrapper from her straw.

“You know how I told you I went to school for photo journalism?” the nod from Matt prompted her to continue. “I never graduated... When I was working on my degree one of my professors told me I’d have to go out and take pictures for a big story if I wanted a real job... so I did...”

Matt cocked an eyebrow at this, “And what did you find?” he pressed.

“Nothing good...” She mumbled, glancing around the room, “I found out this company that had branched into the city my college was in... it was doing a lot of really shady stuff... But once they found out what I had they made my life hell.”

She stopped there, why she refused to say more, Matt didn’t know.

“And that made it harder for you to attend classes?”

(Y/n) hummed in agreement, her voice wavering for a moment.

“Part of me knows I did the right think trying to find the truth... but I also know if I hadn’t seen what I did my life would be so much easier... I wanna go back to school, I wanna finish my degree, but no one will hire me without it and I can’t pay for school without money... I ruined my own life...”

“That’s not true... Hey, it’s not true.” He reached forward, searching for her hand for a moment before gently holding it in his. 

“You did what you thought was right... you didn’t make that company do whatever it is they did, you didn’t force their hands. You only tried to expose it so people wouldn’t get hurt.”

(Y/n) was silent, save for a couple soft sniffles here and there. Matt could tell she was trying to fight back tears, had he known this was under the hard exterior he had seen during his nights with her as Daredevil, he would have opted to talk with her somewhere more private.

“You’re a lawyer... What do you do when the bad people don’t get what they deserve...? What do you do when you know they’ve hurt people, that they deserve to be punished, but they just... they’re not?”

Matt would be a hypocrite to tell her it was best to turn the other cheek. Shit, he spent his nights in a devil costume beating up people who got away with whatever crimes they had committed. People who the justice system just couldn’t stop.

But he also couldn’t tell her to keep fighting them, that could set something off inside her head, something that would give her that good old Frank Castle mentality.

“I may not look it, but I’m a praying man... sometimes you just have to pray that someone else will step in and give those people what they deserve.” That was a happy middle, right...?

(Y/n) slowly pulled her hand away, the sound of her wiping at her eyes not lost on him. “Sometimes prayers aren’t enough...”

Matt shrugged his shoulders, a soft sigh escaping his parted lips. “You’re right... but it’s still important to have hope... otherwise what they did to you will eat you up for the rest of your life and you’ll never move on.”

She seemed to be pondering what he said, all while refusing to look at him. All that pain, all that anger, Matt knew as well as anyone it wouldn’t go away in one night. But maybe this was a step in the right direction.

This time, she reached over, taking hold of his and giving it a gentle squeeze. She murmured a small thank you, to which Matt returned the intimate gesture and brushed his thumb over her knuckles.

The two frantically adjusted themselves once their food arrived, Matt was a bit ashamed that he had lost him composure the way he did.

The conversation became more lighthearted as the meal progressed, a great weight having been lifted off the two of them once they finally addressed the elephant in the room, or at least the elephant that only Matt seemed to be aware about.

This whole time Matt had been trying to figure out why (Y/n) had been after this Blum character, trying to find a way to ease her out of feeling like she had to kill him. Now he had a vague sense of what had happened, and was comfortable knowing his words had some sort of impact on her.

“So you really took Greek to impress a girl...? Guys really do that?”

Matt laughed and scratched at the back of his head, feeling bashful at the mention of Elektra and the lengths he had gone to so he could win her over.

“Yes, guys do that, Ms. (L/n). You’d be surprised just how many guys do, I bet you dated a guy back in the day who did the same thing.”

(Y/n) snorted at his assumption and washed down her last bite of fish with a gulp of her water. “God, now that you mention it I actually-”

“(L/n)? (Y/n) (L/n)?”

A voice from across the room caught their attention, and curiously sent (Y/n)’s heart beat skyrocketing. Matt didn’t have a good feeling about this.

“Little (Y/n)!” The person exclaimed with glee. He approached (Y/n), something Matt imagined would have had her up and shoving this stranger away. Instead she sat there, petrified.

“Never expected to see you in New York, why didn’t you give your old uncle a call?” 

(Y/n) remained silent as this man put his hands on her, giving her an awkward side hug before glancing Matt’s way.

“Is this your new boyfriend?”

“No, he’s not-”

“I’m Marcus, Marcus Blum, (Y/n)’s uncle.” The man introduced himself. Matt felt his blood run cold.

“Matthew Murdock.” His response was curt and to the point. He knew he should have put on a facade, pretended to not sense (Y/n)’s discomfort and played the role of the oblivious date.

But right now (Y/n) was a time bomb, and Matt would do anything to avoid lighting that fuse.

“Mr. Murdock, would you mind if I borrowed my niece for a moment? We need to catch up on family matters.”

Before Matt could even respond, Blum had his hold on (Y/n) and was leading her towards an empty corner of the restaurant.

The worst part was, she willingly stood from her chair, staring at Matt the whole way there like a fish out of water, pulled from the ocean.

“Don’t try anything,” Blum began, all traces of his cheery tone thrown to the wind, “one wrong move and you’ll be pumped full of lead in seconds.”

That meant there were people in the restaurant who worked for him, who had been watching them, probably listening in. They must had been very efficient, Matt hadn’t heard anything suspicious since their arrival.

“They’d never pull the triggers fast enough... not fast enough to save you, at least...” She murmured, pulling her arm from his grasp.

“I thought we’d agree you’d never come back to New York, (Y/n)... That your snooping days were over.”

“I don’t know what your talking about-”

“Don’t play dumb with me!” he snapped, checking his tone once the few people in the restaurant who weren’t on his payroll looked in their direction. “Who else could rip a yacht in half like that...? Who else would send my people scrambling into jail cells?”

“Maybe you pissed off the wrong person... and they’ve come for revenge... Maybe all the people I found years ago have returned as spirits... come to settle their scores.” She grumbled. Though her voice was level and her chest puffed, her heart beat was drowning everything out for Matt.

Blum leaned in close, whispering in her ear. “If you have any sense... you’ll leave New York tonight. Otherwise your boyfriend is going to learn first hand about everything you’ve lied to him about.”

(Y/n) states silent, her strong stature faltering as she looked away from him and towards Matt.

“I’m glad we could have this talk...”

With that, Blum brushed past her and sat at the table he had been occupying. It suddenly felt like all eyes in the restaurant were on Matt and (Y/n) once she returned to their table. 

To (Y/n)’s insistence, they payed the bill and hastily left the restaurant.

Roughly 30 minutes after (Y/n) left Matt at his apartment, having said their goodbyes, he received a call from her on the burner phone. The second he answered, she was rambling a mile a minute in his ear.

“If we’re going to make a move it has to be tonight, can you meet me at the warehouse on the east side?”

Her voice had lost its steely edge, it was clear she had cried during the walk to wherever she was staying since she wasn’t bothering to mask her voice at this point.

“Slow down, we need to make a proper plan of attack before we go in there-”

“There’s no time for a plan!” she interrupted, “They’re threatening innocent people, people who know me! We need to find Blum and take him out before it’s too late!”

Matt could hear keys rustling in the background, as if she was struggling with a door before bursting into her room. 

“(Y/n), let’s just think about this. If we slow down we have a better chance of catching Blum.” Matt, who was preoccupied with going to his closet for his suit, hadn’t even noticed his slip up.

The line was dead silent for a moment, Matt almost called out to her, nervous the call had dropped.

“...How do you know my name...?”

Fuck.

“A-are you with them? How the fuck do you know my name?!” 

Matt began to panic, trying to think up an excuse on the fly, something convincing.

“Answer me, asshole! How do you know my-!” 

The sound of the phone clattering to the floor had Matt wincing away from the speaker pressed to his ear. What followed was the sound of something heavy thumping right beside the device. His knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the flip phone, realization dawning on him once he realized what had happened.

All he heard next was the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the phone before the line went dead.

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