#i just am kinda over going through the tag everyday

[unforth]

So, uh, ~hypothetically~, if I were to quit actively pursuing new content for svsssartreblogs, would that, like... be okay?

When I made that one I just never imagined how popular svsss would get. Like 30 new arts a day. I spent 20 minutes everyday on just it. And I like svsss! A lot! But not enough for 2 hours a week of my life all by itself.

[prettygrltatum]

Warm Blankets!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Bimbo!reader

a/n: it's time for me to throw my hat into the ring and finally post for my favorite type of reader! >.< def will show off my oc for this one >:)

synopsis: you and your buff manz(pluz pets!) just kinda lay there and do nothing all day ╰(▔∀▔)╯

tags: fluff, cuddling, simon proposing in a personal space because he doesn't take me as a person who'd propose in public, just overral being cute (´｡• ω •｡`)

wrds:

it was a lazy sunday. finally simon came back from his missions this week and had a lot of time to be with you. stood at the door, awaiting him. you could hear simon's loud and strong combat boots at the steps, the keys jiggling. you were basically a puppy waiting for her owner to come home. meanwhile the actually puppy wags her tail and yaps.

'shh! riley quiet! he can hear you!' you whispered at the pup, turning her head at you with confusion. 'I can already hear 'yer through the door sweets." simon chuckled through the door. you gasped, picking up riley and scooting behind the couch.

when simon stepped through the door, he saw your little my melody onesies and it's ears. 'baby i can see you.' he laughed, moving over to see you holding riley in your arms as you pout. 'simmy? HIII!!' you squealed. you set riley down as she moved forwards and leaped on his legs. he picked you up and kissed you plush lips.

oh to be home with you. a place of comfort and warmth. 'oh! wait! I have a gift for you!' you jumped off of simon as he furrowed his eyebrow. he took off his mask, scars covering his face as he smiled. riley left his side and followed you upstairs with a yap.

the both of you came back with a blanket of silks and blankets. 'okay! so, i got you a cute..wait for it! kuromi onesie! so we can match. you, me, and riley! she can be pompompurin.'

simon laughed at your adorable mind. so pliant and cute. 'you got this for me?' you nodded as you squealed and handed him the suit. usually, he'll shout at you and cut the poor thing into pieces. but just for you, and only you will he wear something like that.

'this thing? oh god..'

a few minutes later, you see the buffest and burliest kuromi ever seen. you screamed and ran up to simon as he chuckled. god forbid any of his teammates see him like this. 'is this what you wanted?' he asked.

you nodded. 'yes! ah! you look so cute! I got you kuromi because I knew you like black so I got this one for you!' how nice of you! always looking after him. never ending. 'thank you lovie, what are your plans tonight?' your eyes looked up and hummed. 'i dunno! wait! we can watch scary movies! and make like a fort pillow!'

'pillow fort hunny?' you nodded, 'yup! lemme warm up the blankets!' you swiftly left to go to the laundry room, your little slippers tapping and riley following after you as she yapped.

simon shook his head with a crooked smile as he started to pull out some chairs and nearby pillows. he couldn't wait to give you your new gift. a pretty little ring with a nice hot pink rock on top. he can't think of anyone else to come home to but you. his little angel. you were basically made for him. and he wanted to keep you forever.

'okay! i'm back! i have the blankets I want to use for the building process and others are drying okay! so! place the chairs here and-'

he wasn't listening to you. not because you were boring. more like he was just admiring you. he does it everyday. no matter where he's at. on base, duty or even at home. sleeping in the comfort of your arms and warmth, he's always thinking and admiring you.

though your brain is small, your heart was big and ready to share your love with others. you still couldnt do long division and even though keep asking and calling how the ish washer works even though you've been living on your own for years now. sometimes it scares and surprises simon how you lived so long on your own.

'are you even listening babe?' you huffed at him. he stammered and looked up at you. 'y-yeah i am.'

'good! now help me!' you moved one chair to the side and another to the back and give it a little friend as you like to call it. and simon lifted onto the other side of the fort. he drapped over a soft fuzzy white comforter and set the pillows inside, having a beautiful floor decor with a hello kitty blanket. you shoved some stuffies and a chew toy for the pup.

'oh! the blankets are done!' you swoop yourself across the house, again riley still following only lagging behind due to you being a lot faster and bigger than her. simon took out the ring, looking over his shoulder to see if you were still there. no? great. he tucked it under the pillows. he knew your dumb little brain wouldn't figure out where he placed his gift.

'simon! I need help please!' you shouted across the house. simon lifted himself up with a grunt. signally that he was coming to your rescue. when he arrived at the laundry room, he found his sweet girlfriend overwhelmed by huge pink and black blankets. riley was gnawing on one of the blankets and trying all her might to drag it back to the living room.

'I gotcha' ' simon took the weight off of you and carried the warm and fluffy blankets. he started to place some on top of the chairs and fluff them out. you were sti struggling, they were weighted blankets, you came back to see a nicely made fort by your boyfriend.

'ooh! so warm! what are we watching?' you plopped down under the fort, hugging your boyfriend's beefy arm. simon's other hand held the remote, scrolling through the catalog. 'maybe legally blonde eh? you're just like her. smart in your own way, but still a little silly' he said as he slightly tapped your head as you squished up. riley laid in between you and him. her nose was deep into the blanket, barking and growling at it. simon was starting to get worried. his smart little pup might spoil the surprise!

'riley! no! not on my clean sheets! no!' you scolded her as you picked up her small body and moved her to your right side. simon sighed, mentally of course. he was so thankful that you were dumb. if you had any sense, you'd at least ask or try to figure out what's under that pillow. 'well, yeah! i'll watch it.'

simon played the movie, the intro quickly grabbing your attention. you were basically drooling over the early to late 2000's fashion. the pink. the fits,the way they speak. gosh you just wanted to jump into ellie's world and just kiss her and be her best friend. all that going on, simon couldn't take his eyes off. your sweet smell and smile, your rosy and soft cheeks. the way you pointed out everything in that movie.

he remembers when he asked for soap how he should propose to you. he only has 10 minutes before the movie ends. maybe 30? he wasn't paying too much attention to it. soap said, ' I dunno. im single, why the hell are you askin' me?'

not much help, should've asked price before he left. damnnit. he couldn't let this soft moment go by. he needed you to be in his bed with a rock on your finger. nothing else. so maybe now? maybe after the movie? maybe-

'simon. something's poking my side can you see what's under there?' well shit..

might as well get it over with..

'okay. listen to me (reader).' you started to get worried. you knew what simon did as a job. you called it his pew pew job. very accurate if you will. 'simon you're scarin' me..' you whimpered. simon sat up, sneakily pushing the box behind his back. 'nothin' to be scared of.' he assured. 'you know I love you very much right?' you nodded, small tears swelling in your eyes, 'yeah?'

he softly placed the box in your hand. the tears started to flow even more. 'what's this?' you asked, holding the velvet box in your hand. 'I want you to be mine.' he hushed to you, his cheeks getting warm and softer, even with all the scars all over his pale face. 'what do you mean? I am yours!' you squealed.

'I want you to marry me doll..' he mumbled. your eyes opened wide, exposing the tears that have been spilling out. and all of a sudden your eyes are a fountain. you crashed your body into his chest, shaking your head yes as you wailed into his body. ' is that's a yes-'

'YES!'

a/n:it's a series now, gimme gimme GIMME YOUR IDEAS!!!!

[foxcantswim]

Hearts of a Feather - Robin x Firefly // Honkai: Star Rail

(gif by me)

The Stellaron Hunters try to make Firefly confess her feelings to Robin. Firefly is worried about what Robin will think of Sam. Perhaps she should take her to the Secret Base and confess to her there...?

Tags: Fluff, Angst, First Kiss, Confessions, Kafka and Stelle are literal menaces, Silver Wolf lowkey hacks Robin's nudes, Blade is edgy, Robin lowkey thinks Sam is hot, Stelle&Kafka&Firefly share a bath-what could go wrong?

-x H.O.A.F x-

“Stop it…” Firefly mumbled, her face planted onto the desk in front of her.

Kafka chuckled as she stroked her hand through the younger girl’s hair.

Silver Wolf had found out a secret about Firefly. A secret that she had been keeping for a few months now… She had fallen head over heels for the one and only Robin. Arguably the most popular singer across the stars. And of course, Silver Wolf had spilled the news to Kafka and Blade whilst simply laughing at Firefly’s pain.

“Now, now my little bug…” Kafka pat her head for a final time before retracting her hand, “There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Silver Wolf whistled from the corner of the room, “It is kinda embarrassing.”

Kafka quickly glared towards her before returning her attention back on Firefly.

“C-Can we just forget about it?! Please?” she lifted her head up off of the desk she had been hunched over.

Silver Wolf decided to hack into Firefly’s phone out of boredom, and she had caught the girl saving a bunch of photos of Robin from the net. She also decided to check a few messages between the two, all it involved was awkward flirting from Firefly… And a few ‘interesting’ photos sent by Robin.

“Come on, dear. There’s no need to push these feelings away,” Kafka tried to reason with her.

Firefly groaned as she stood up, making her way towards the door. She would’ve been able to leave, but of course she had to be stopped by a certain tall man stepping in front of her path, blocking off her exit.

“Firefly,” Blade’s voice was stern, his arms were folded and a glare was on his face.

“Please-”

Firefly was immediately cut off by Blade, “I am sick of these petty feelings getting in the way of things. You will discuss them now.”

Kafka cleared her throat as she stepped closer, “Not the exact phrasing I would’ve chosen... but Bladie’s right, my little bug.”

Silver Wolf groaned, causing the three to look over to her. She raised her phone in the air, “You know I can just hack into your phone and tell her for you, ya know?”

Firefly’s eyes widened, “P-Please don’t!”

Kafka tutted, “You will do no such thing, Wolf. It is unfair to our dear bug.”

Silver Wolf rolled her eyes before turning away, proceeding to go back to playing her games, “You guys are boring. The puny bug flirts with her everyday and the almighty popstar of Penacony sends her photos that would be considered borderline inappropriate. You guys need to get your shit together.”

“Don’t mind her, bug,” Kafka shook her head, ignoring Silver Wolf’s moans. She looked down at the scared girl, “She won’t do anything. Not whilst I’m here.”

Firefly breathed a sigh of relief, “O-Okay…”

Blade shook his head, “She has a point, though. What’s with these… suspicious photos she sends you?”

Firefly’s cheeks reddened immediately, her heart pounded in her chest, “W-What? She just sends me photos showing off new clothes she’s bought! S-She just wants my opinion!”

Silver Wolf cracked a smile and laughed, “What? She wants your opinion on new underwear sets?”

“S-Shut up!” the girl exclaimed, a fire in her eyes as she started to get angry by all these assumptions and accusations.

“Oooh, the little bug’s got claws,” the hacker grinned, taunting her.

“Silver Wolf…” Kafka warned, “Let me just remind you that our little firebug here could transform into Sam and wipe us all out with the snap of her fingers. It would be wise not to torment her any further.”

“Exactly. So I’m leaving,” Firefly said, trying to push past Blade. But of course, he wasn’t moving anywhere. His arms still folded, his glare still on her.

“You wouldn’t dare to do such a thing regardless,” Blade stated firmly, “You will resolve this matter, and you will resolve it now.”

His hands moved to grab the girl, but before he could touch her a bright light filled the room causing everyone to squint and avert their eyes.

“Move. Before I make you.”

A robotic voice hit their ears, they all looked back towards Firefly… Well… Sam.

Blade cocked his head, “Cut the dramatics,” he scoffed.

Silver Wolf couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, “Imagine if Robin knew about your Sam form. She’d never feel the same way for you.”

That hit a nerve. Sam turned around and stomped over towards the hacker. Silver Wolf simply rolled her eyes at the girl’s attempts to scare her.

“Little bug…” Kafka’s voice was soft behind her, “Lets all just calm down a little.”

Firefly’s heart ached. Her mind was overwhelmed by everything happening, she felt as if her whole body would combust into flames if she had to go through anymore of this stress. She couldn’t ignore that pain that soared in her heart either… Silver Wolf’s words ran through her mind over and over. What would Robin think of this form? Surely she’d be afraid and disgusted? Surely she’d never want to talk to her again? Surely-

“I know what you’re thinking, Firefly,” Kafka’s voice broke her away from her thoughts, the way her name so softly had the girl’s eyes welling up, “You know Silver Wolf is just trying to get a reaction from you. Miss Robin would understand all of this once you tell her.”

Tears trickled down Firefly’s face, cascading into the metallic suit of armour.

She sighed before closing her eyes, a bright light once again engulfed the room.

A soft hand was placed on her shoulder, she turned to look into Kafka’s eyes.

“There’s my little bug,” her smile was genuine as she raised a hand to wipe a stray tear away from the young girl’s face.

Eventually, Kafka, Blade and Firefly had all sat down at a nearby table despite the latter’s reluctance.

“Right. Lets all just take a step back and calm down,” Kafka decided to control the situation.

Firefly wrapped her arms around herself and shrunk into her seat, her head was still swimming with multiple thoughts, “Can we just not talk about this?” she muttered.

“Come on, little bug. I find it cute that you have this little… crush,” Kafka smirked at her from across the table, her fingers mindlessly tapping on it.

“I find it distracting. We don’t need distractions. Elio’s script doesn’t-”

Kafka hit Blade on the back of the head, “Now, Bladie… It’s not often we have a little fun here. Let our dear little bug live a little.” Blade huffed in response, turning his head and folding his arms.

“Please… I-I don’t want to talk about this, Kafka,” Firefly whispered.

“Why not? I simply want to help my friend and my best teammate achieve her goals.”

Firefly could feel the glare from Silver Wolf from across the room.

Finally, a sigh escaped Firefly, “It’s just… I don’t know what I feel, really. Miss Robin is…” she paused.

“She’s what, hmm?” Kafka smiled, leaning in across the table as she rested her chin on her clasped hands.

A small smile crossed her lips as she continued, her hands moved to her lap, “She’s really pretty. And really nice. I don’t know… We’ve spent a lot of time together recently and I just feel… happy when I’m around her.”

“You must feel extremely happy when she sends those pictures,” Silver Wolf muttered under her breath.

“Silver Wolf,” Kafka scolded, sending a cold glare towards her. She looked back at Firefly, “But, yes. She sends these erm… photos to you, and you think it’s just her being friendly?”

Shrugging, Firefly added, “I guess so? She doesn’t really have a lot of other friends, so I guess she just asks me for advice on things-”

“Oh, please!” Silver Wolf jumped up from where she was sitting and skipped over, “No normal person sends photos like that to their friend. It’s not just the fact that she’s wearing little to nothing, it’s also the poses. Oh, believe me. I’ve seen every single picture she’s sent to you. Those images won’t be leaving my brain anytime soon.”

“W-Well it’s your fault for hacking my phone!”

“Now, ladies,” Kafka raised a gloved hand, “No bickering at the table,” she then reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone, quickly scrolling through her contacts.

Firefly watched her intently.

A few taps and scrolls later, Kafka pockets the phone and stands up. She offers a hand to Firefly, the latter takes it cautiously, “Come now, my dear. Bladie and Wolfie are clearly too busy to help you with this. I’ve contacted someone who is of much better use to us.”

“H-Huh?!”

-x H.O.A.F x-

“Soooo… You like Robin, huh?”

Firefly couldn’t quite believe this.

“Y-You told Stelle?!” she exclaimed, covering her face in embarrassment.

Kafka had dragged Firefly back down to Penacony, they had met up with Stelle in the Reverie hotel’s bar.

Stelle giggled, “Don’t worry, Firefly. Kafka told me you needed some help coming to terms with these feelings. Now, I don’t know why she thought I would be the best candidate to help but-”

“Oh please, darling. Little miss lady killer over here,” Kafka teased, leaning into her side slightly.

“I-I don’t need any help!” Firefly raised her voice.

Stelle smiled softly at her, “It’s okay, Firefly. I won’t force you to do what you don’t want to. I just want to see you happy with Robin.”

She shook her head, “S-She doesn’t like me like that!”

Kafka sighed, “And how do you know that, dear?” her hand reached out to squeeze the young girl’s shoulder in comfort.

Firefly bit her lip, looking down, “I…”

Stelle hummed, “You’ll feel better if you tell her.”

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“They always say that,” Stelle laughed in response, “Trust me, Firefly. Coming from personal experience, it’s better to just tell her. Your relationship won’t be ruined if she miraculously doesn’t reciprocate. But from the photos I’ve seen…”

“Y-You saw them!?”

Kafka quickly spoke, “I showed her the pictures. They were key evidence. Silver Wolf sent them to me earlier.”

Blood rushed into Firefly’s cheeks in an instant. The thoughts of Robin in various different outfits set her skin on fire. Sometimes she’d be wearing her trademark dress, but she’d be exposing a bit too much thigh to be considered innocent. Or she’d be showing off some new underwear she had purchased… But only because she wanted Firefly’s opinion, of course! Still… Those images were forever burned into the girl’s head.

Kafka smiled, upon realising that Firefly was indeed thinking about the suggestive photos, “Listen, little bug. Believe me when I say if Robin only saw you as a friend she wouldn’t be sending you these images.”

Stelle nodded in agreement, “Kafka’s right. If she was sending me those photos, you know I’d be over there confessing to her right this second.”

That earned her a smack to the back of the head from Kafka.

Firefly giggled at the interaction, her smile soon turned sad, “I don’t know… She’s this big popstar and I’m just… a freak with a mecha. She’d probably be afraid of it and-”

Firefly was promptly cut off by Stelle getting up off the bar stool, the taller girl enveloped her in a tight hug, immediately catching her off guard.

“Don’t ever talk about yourself like that, Firefly. She’d be lucky to have you. And take it from me, Robin is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, don’t worry your head too much about it.”

Firefly gulped harshly upon hearing those words, her heart hammered hard in her chest. She’d be lying if she said she never had a crush on the Trailblazer in the past, those words would’ve made her swoon back then.

“I-If she felt something towards me, why wouldn’t she tell me?”

“Dear, she is telling you. Through the use of those images,” Kafka explained.

Stelle pulled away from the girl upon hearing the girl’s phone ding in her pocket. She immediately took it out of her pocket and clicked on her messages. Kafka and Stelle watched and waited. She bit her lip as she clicked on Robin’s contact. A new picture had been sent.

Firefly’s breath hitched as her cheeks reddened yet again.

“Ooooh…” Kafka couldn’t help but grab the phone and take a quick glance at the screen, she made sure to show it off to Stelle, “My, my… Isn’t our dear little Miss Robin daring.”

This new photo was of Robin in her dress, but the area covering her chest was lowered a lot more than usual. The camera was at high angle. A shy look was on the singer’s face as she bit her lip, making direct eye contact towards the camera.

“H-Hey!” Firefly quickly took the phone and pocketed it, she stood up from her seat.

“Damn…” Stelle muttered, “Yeah, I might have to go a confess my feelings for Miss Robin.”

“Stelle!” Kafka glared, her hand raised in warning. Stelle, covered her head with her hands in a defensive stance.

“Can you stop hitting me?!”

Firefly finally excused herself, allowing the pair to fight amongst themselves. Kafka was practically backing the silver-haired girl into a corner, spouting warnings.

Maybe Kafka and Stelle were right… An annoyed groan escaped her as she ran a hand across her face before she made a quick exit. She paid no attention to the two calling out her name as she left.

-x H.O.A.F x-

Robin~♡ : Didn’t you like the photo? x

A message had popped up on her phone again.

Firefly’s hands were shaking as she responded

Firefly : You look great! I like the new style you’re going for!

She cringed at herself.

Her throat was dry as she waited for a response.

A few minutes later another message came through from Robin.

Robin~♡♬: Did you want to meet up in a bit? I’m almost done with rehearsing some lines for my new song. I could use a good break.

Firefly : Yes. I’d love to. What time and where?

Don’t sound too desperate, Firefly…

Robin~♡♬: Ten minutes. We can meet in the hotel lobby in reality. Or the dreamscape if you prefer?

Firefly pondered for a moment. A few different ideas swam in her head. But then, one particular thought made her freeze, her fingers hovered over phone. She took a deep breath. If Kafka and Stelle were right, then perhaps she should take a chance.

Firefly : Could we meet in the dreamscape? Do you know where the Great Tree is?

Robin~♡♬: Near the Family’s Construction? Where all those origami birds gather? Why?

Firefly : I just want to show you something.

Robin~♡♬: Okay little bug x see you soon

Firefly’s face flushed red, she quickly clicked onto Stelle’s contact and ran as fast as she could to the taller girls’ room in the hotel.

Firefly : Don’t ask questions, Stelle. I’m using your room. Don’t disturb me.

Trash Panda ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ : wtf???

A few moments later another message came through.

Trash Panda ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ : Go get em little bug~ I won’t let Stelle in the room.

Firefly giggled at the thought of Kafka taking Stelle’s phone away from her, the latter would definitely be putting up a fight right about now. She would always be grateful for how supportive Kafka had been throughout her time with the Stellaron Hunters.

She couldn’t stop herself from taking another quick glance at the photo Robin had said… Her throat ran dry before she quickly pocketed the phone. Her only mission was to get into the dreamscape as soon as possible.

-x H.O.A.F x-

Firefly played with a loose thread on her sleeve as she waited for Robin to appear. It had only been a few minutes since she arrived at the Great Tree, but it felt like hours. Surprisingly, there weren’t too many people around. Only a few who were busy looking over the railings at the beautiful shooting stars in the darkened sky.

A few origami birds scattered about the structure in front of her, her eyes tried to focus on each of them as she tried to calm her racing mind.

“Hey, Firefly!” Robin’s voice broke her away from her thoughts, causing her to jump slightly.

She turned to see the familiar singing walking towards her, “M-Miss Robin!” she smiled at her as she approached.

Robin reached up to readjust the hood that was currently on her head, “I had to cover up, didn’t want any fans following me up here…” she explained, “What’s the plan today anyway? I’m free for the next few hours,” she slowly reached down to take Firefly’s hand in hers.

Firefly had to quickly turn her head to hide her reddening cheeks, she cleared her throat, “I-I just wanted to show you something. A place I like to think as special. Nobody really goes up there,” she started to drag Robin along towards their destination.

If Firefly were to look back at the girl she was dragging along, she’d see the biggest and softest smile. Robin always seemed to look at her like that, but of course Firefly was always too dense to see it.

Eventually, the pair arrived at their designated location. Robin’s eyes lit up as she looked out over the railing. Her eyes followed a number of different shooting stars. Of course, you could see all of this from plenty of other areas… But… This felt different.

“So er… Nobody really comes up here. I like to come up here to think,” Firefly rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. Her other hand still remained snugly in Robin’s.

Robin smiled out at the city below. It was beautiful. The soft breeze was soothing and the silence was sweet. She couldn’t help but squeeze Firefly’s hand as she gently swayed their intertwined fingers.

“It’s beautiful, Firefly,” Robin said as she glanced up towards Firefly’s eyes.

Firefly had a shy smile on her face as she looked out over the railing. Despite her heart hammering in chest, she felt peaceful. Robin’s comforting presence was all she needed right now.

The silence was soon broken, causing the two to break apart in fright.

“W-What-?” Robin started before she looked down towards Firefly’s pocket. Her scared face was soon replaced by a smug grin.

The noise that had broken the silence, was none other than Firefly’s ringtone… Her ringtone was oddly familiar.

Firefly scrambled to turn off the sound, to decline the call, anything!

“Damn, Stelle-!” she muttered to herself.

“You have the chorus to Hope Is the Thing With Feathers as your ringtone?” Robin giggled.

Firefly wished she was dead right now… Where was ‘Death’ when she needed it?

She finally silenced her phone before quickly pocketing it, “I-I… I just-!”

Robin stepped closer, placing her hands on Firefly’s shoulder, “It’s sweet… You’ve always been my biggest supporter, huh?”

The girl remained silent, all she could do was lick her dry lips. She simply nodded a few moments later.

“Why did you bring me here, Firefly?” Robin’s voice was soft, a melody to Firefly’s ears. Her hands smoothed down Firefly’s arms to hold both of her hands.

“I… I just thought you’d like it. And I guess… Stelle and Kafka might’ve encouraged me to show you.”

“Kafka?”

“O-Oh, yeah. You don’t know her. Nobody important,” she could already hear the echoing scoffs of Kafka in her head.

Robin hummed, “And why would they do that?”

“B-Because they think that… they think that you might have feelings for me… s-so I came here to encourage you to open up to me?” What was she even saying at this point? Firefly cringed at herself.

“Is that so?” Robin giggled. Once her laughs subsided, she sighed and looked down at their connected hands, “It’s a miracle that they realised before you did.”

“H-Huh?” Firefly’s heart pounded in anticipation.

“Come on, little bug. I don’t just send those photos to anyone. If they make you uncomfortable, I can stop-?”

“N-No!” that came out a bit too quickly.

Robin giggled one again, “Well, okay then,” she stepped a tiny bit closer, “So… Do I need to spell it out anymore?”

Firefly shook her head, “N-No… I…”

Robin dropped one of her hands to reach up and cup Firefly’s cheek, she decided to outright say it anyway, “I like you, Firefly. I don’t care what anyone in the Family says. They’re always saying that me being in a relationship would somehow ruin my image… But, I don’t care.”

“Miss Robin,” Firefly whispered, her eyes subconsciously looked at the singer’s lips.

“Please say you feel the same way, little bug. Or I just said all that for nothing,” she tried to laugh off her nerves.

Firefly melted for the 100th time today. She offered Robin a small smile before reaching up to push back the hood that was still covering Robin’s head. It was no the latter’s turn to blush.

The singer soon felt Firefly’s soft lips against hers. Robin thought this was too good to be true. The wings by her ears fluttered in excitement, brushing against Firefly’s cheeks, the latter giggled upon feeling the feathers tickle her face.

Robin was in disbelief. The stars were shooting above them and the soft sound of the bushes rustling from the breeze hit her ears, and the most perfect girl was kissing her… It was almost too good to be true.

Before Robin could fully return the kiss, Firefly pulled away. Her eyes were glossy as she spoke, “Of course I feel the same way, Miss Robin.”

She laughed in response, “You know you don’t have to call me Miss Robin, right?”

Firefly giggled alongside her, “S-Sorry. Robin.” Her smile quickly turned sad, Robin instantly noticed.

“Hey?” she rubbed Firefly’s cheek with her thumb, “Everything okay? You don’t regret it or-?”

“N-No. Never,” she quickly shook her head, calming Robin’s nerves, “I just… I have something to tell you. Something important. I just don’t want it to ruin our friendship or… whatever else we might have.”

Robin squeezed her hand reassuringly, “You can talk to me, Firefly.”

“It’s quite strange… But I have this certain thing about me… I’m what you would call a Stellaron Hunter. And I can use this,” she pulled out a device from her pocket, “To transform into my alter ego.”

Robin raised her eyebrow in confusion, “Huh?”

“I-It might be best if I just showed you.”

Firefly took a deep breath as she took many steps back away from Robin, allowing herself enough room. She held up the device to her chest and closed her eyes, the device glowed brightly before she was engulfed in orange flames. Robin couldn’t help but be mesmerised, her eyes squinting at the bright light.

As if by magic, a brand new being was suddenly in front of her. Her eyes widened, both in curiosity and slight fear.

“So… This is me,” Firefly said, “I go by Sam when I’m like this.”

“O-Oh,” Robin was speechless, her eyes roamed over the tall suit of armour.

She could still hear Firefly’s voice, but there was another layer of a more robotic one over the top.

“I-I’m guessing you’re a bit freaked out.”

Robin was sure the girl was frowning underneath that armour, she stepped closer, “N-No! Well, yes. It’s a bit strange. But if this is also a part of who are you are… Then I accept it,” a soft smile was on her face as she raised a hand.

Sam looked at it confusion before slowly raising their own. Robin’s small hand took the much larger hand in hers, she delicately pressed a soft kiss to the back of the cool metal.

Inside the suit, Firefly’s face was flushed red. Her heart beat furiously, not completely believing that Robin was okay with this.

“I will need some sort of explanation on why you do this… but for now, it’s okay,” Robin reassured, “Don’t worry, little bug.”

Eventually, Firefly returned to normal, the suit of armour long gone.

“There’s my little bug,” Robin smirked, pulling her into a hug, “I’m guessing some people find you scary when you’re ‘Sam’. But I think it’s adorable.”

“H-Huh? What?” Firefly pulled back slightly to look into Robin’s eyes for answers.

“I’m sure you act all tough and mighty but deep down you’re just a big softie,” she pinched Firefly’s sides, causing the girl to giggle and try and escape.

“I-I’ll have you know I am tough and mighty!”

“I’m sure you are, little bug,” Robin’s voice was soft as she ceased her tickling. She soon leaned in and placed a soft kiss against Firefly’s cheek, her lips lingered in place for a moment too long.

Firefly responded by kissing the singer directly on the lips, a gasp of pleasure came from the latter as they closed their eyes and returned the kiss. Firefly’s hands came up around Robin’s neck, trying her best to deepen the kiss.

Robin’s hand smoothed down the shorter girl’s waist.

“Hey! It’s Robin!!”

Robin and Firefly immediately pulled apart and looked around, their arms still remained locked around one another.

“Oh no…” Robin’s voice dropped upon seeing who had intervened.

A huge group of paparazzi had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Both the girls had red faces upon realising the position that they had just been caught in. They quickly stepped away from each other as Robin prepared to come up with some elaborate explanation.

“Miss Robin, Miss Robin! Care to explain who is with you?!” multiple reporters had flashing cameras aimed directly at them.

“I-” Robin started, but was swiftly cut off.

“Have no fear, your handsome intergalactic base baller is here!”

“S-Stelle?!” Firefly exclaimed as the Trailblazer pushed through all of the paparazzi, glowing baseball in hand, “H-How are you even here?! I’m using your room and-!”

“Don’t be afraid when you wake up, but I’m right next to you.”

“What?!”

Robin couldn’t help but giggle at the interaction.

Stelle raised her bat towards the reporters and paparazzi, “Listen here, let these two go or you’ll have to face my wrath.”

A flash of light suddenly cut through all the unwanted intruders, causing them all to mutter amongst themselves in confusion.

“My my… You girls sure have got yourself in a twist,” a new voice echoed from behind the group of paparazzi, “Don’t worry, little bug.”

“Kafka?” Firefly questioned as the woman appeared. The paparazzi had all been tied up by what seemed to be bright electric ropes, most of them had their mouths covered by the restraints too.

Stelle groaned, “Uh, Kafka. I had this all under control.”

Kafka waved Stelle off, “I might have to visit this here dreamscape more often, it’s quite a pleasant trip.”

“Y-You can’t just tie people up whenever you feel like it!” Firefly complained.

“Oh? And what you rather me do? Release them?”

“H-How are you even here, you-”

“Oh, I’m sitting next to you too in that little pool. Room for all three of us, darling.”

Firefly shook her head in disbelief.

Robin giggled, before grabbing Firefly’s hand, “So this is the Kafka you mentioned.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Robin. Although the circumstances could’ve been better,” Kafka smirked, looking over at her work, “You two run along, Stelle and I can deal with these intruders.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Robin nodded, “Thank you,” she dragged an embarrassed Firefly away from the group as quickly as possible.

“I can’t believe you’re taking all the credit,” they could hear Stelle groan as they made their exit.

“Don’t be mad just because I’m more superior,” Kafka replied with her smug tone.

The pair finally made they way out of Firefly’s not-so-secret base.

“I can’t believe this,” Firefly covered her face with her free hand.

“They’re sweet,” Robin removed the hand from Firefly’s face, “If they hadn’t been there, we would’ve surely been overwhelmed.”

“I-I’m sorry the paparazzi already caught us,” Firefly pouted.

“It’s not your fault. It’s okay. I don’t care what they think, as long as you stay by my side, little bug.”

Firefly couldn’t help but smile, “Okay…”

Robin’s hand came up to the back of Firefly’s neck, playing with her hair, “So, how about you and me get out of here… and go back to reality so I can show you the real thing.”

“T-The real thing? Of what?” she shivered underneath the singer’s touch.

“Well surely you weren’t just expecting me to send you photos without actually giving you a live demonstration? I’m concerned that you thought I was being friendly when I sent you them.”

Firefly almost crumbled there and then.

Robin laughed before dragging a stuttering Firefly along behind her.

-x H.O.A.F x-

Firefly’s eyes shot open, she quickly looked around and tried to get her bearings. She immediately felt the presence of a certain Stellaron Hunter and a certain Trailblazer.

Kafka was on her left, Stelle was on her right.

She groaned with a look of disgust on her face as she carefully exited the water.

Her mind was soon filled with Robin moments later as she made her way towards the door, she had to mentally prepare herself for whatever she was about to experience.

Her phone in her pocket dinged.

She quickly grabbed it, hoping it was Robin… But surprisingly, it wasn’t.

Best Hax (⊙▃⊙) : Finally. Good job little bug.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Best Boy Bladie~ : Proud of you, Firefly. (ps. Silver Wolf, change my name in this group chat or else.)

Firefly’s heart swelled as she read the messages. She could almost cry upon seeing how they truly were supportive and just wanted the best for her.

She wasted no time in pocketing the phone before bounding out of the room, the biggest smile was on her face and the only thought in her head… was Robin.

Thanks for reading <3

[random0lover]

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish Head Canon’s - dad edition (kinda)

This all occurs some time after mw2 so I think Johnny would be about 27-28 (this is just my opinion so you don’t have to include this part if you don’t want.

Here’s a Pinterest board I made to go with this… kinda struggled with this one tbh

Notes: kinda got carried away and gave a backstory… this is messy af. Wrote all of this while I was super tired and my brain was only half computing so I hope it makes sense. Oh this also is not edited *cries in exhaustion*

Word Count: 3,500 (damn I got carried away)

Warnings: I don’t really think there are any, SFW, afab!reader, pregnancy, marriage, children, fluff.

- you two definitely had a whirlwind romance and probably met through a friend. Would love to say that you were a friend of Gaz.

- You knew he was on leave for almost 2 months (him and Soap were pretty messed up after a mission gone wrong) so you called him and he invited you out to a pub that he and his friend were going to that night.

- Once you got there and introductions were out of the way, Soap spent hours trying to make you laugh and trying to get to know you.

- The night ended with you helping a very drunk Gaz and Soap stumble back to Gaz’s flat. You spent the whole walk trying not to laugh when Soap would trip over his feet or when Gaz would start belting out lyrics to random songs.

- The next morning you woke up to a text from Soap- he had insisted on adding his number to your phone after his sixth drink- the contact name was a bar of soap. He was asking if you wanted to hang out again.

- You ended up spending everyday day together even if it was only for a few hours.

- It was the second week of his leave that you shared your first kiss. Gaz had gotten in contact with some of his other friends and you all went out for the night. You were standing out on the balcony of the little restaurant just staring at the view of the town below you.

- He joined you quietly- Johnny was never quiet unless he’s deep in thought- and it was a comfortable silence. Everything was comfortable with him and you’d honestly never gotten this close with anyone so fast and it kinda scared you.

- You know the whole situation where the girl says “beautiful isn’t it?” While she’s staring out at their surroundings and the guy says “yeah it really is” but he’s staring at her instead? Yeah that’s what happened that night on the roof.

- You felt his eyes on you so you looked over at him. He cupped both sides of your face while staring into your eyes and slowly leaned in to kiss you. You completed the kiss though.

- You didn’t sleep together that night but he did come home with you. You spent the whole night together just laying in bed with your head on his chest, sometimes just laying in silence, other moments were spent kissing and laughing. Just really enjoying each other’s company.

- It was the day before he and Gaz had to go back to base that you two finally made love. I don’t mean fucking I mean actually making love. There were tears sometimes coming from both of you but mainly you. You spent hours in bed getting to know each other's bodies.

- You woke up at about 2 am to him laying awake staring at the ceiling- he was confused tbh he’d never felt like this for anyone and he’d been with his fair share of people but no one had ever made him feel like you did-.

- You laid there with him just rubbing his chest when he told you he loved you. At first you didn’t know what to say. You knew the feelings you felt were more than just liking someone. So you told him you loved him too and made him promise to come back to you.

- He held you in his arms until you fell back asleep and when you woke he was gone. An old set of his dog tags lay on the pillow he slept on.

- You wore them around your neck only taking them off to shower and that’s it.

- It was four- almost five- months before you saw him again.

- You were rushing around your flat trying to get all your stuff together for a doctor's appointment when you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to find a fidgeting Johnny.

- Your mind was racing and you were trying not to panic. You honestly didn’t know if you would ever see him again. Your hand comes down to rest on your stomach, a habit you developed after finding out you were pregnant.

- You just staring at him with a slack jaw wasn’t helping his nerves one bit and you knew that but you couldn’t help it.

- “Bonnie?”

- As soon as the word left his mouth you let out a sob and leapt into his arms.

- He held you for a moment before pulling back to look at your tear streaked face before giving you a teasing smile, “Can I come in?”

- As soon as you stepped away from him your mind started racing but you let him in while you went to the kitchen to get yourself a bottle of water.

- You heard him go into the living room and didn’t think anything of it until you heard the duffel bag he was carrying fall onto the ground with a hard thump.

- He was standing by your coffee table holding an ultrasound picture that you got from your last doctor's appointment and you felt your mouth go dry.

- You didn’t know what to say. Today you were supposed to find out if it was a girl or a boy. You also knew for a fact that it was Johnny’s. He was the only person that you hand slept with in months and you didn’t get with anyone after he left.

- “It’s yours.”

- He didn’t say anything, just kept staring at that damn picture.

- You were starting to panic. You wouldn’t force him to stay, you promised yourself that if he wanted nothing to do with the baby that he didn’t have to stay. You made the choice of keeping the baby yourself. Once you found out you did try calling his phone but of course it went directly to voicemail as he kept that phone off when he was deployed.

- “Johnny,” you let the words start flowing, “You don’t have to stay, I don’t expect you too. I know with your work you were hesitant even getting into a relationship nevertheless having a baby so I’ll understand if you want to leave.”

- He’s frozen for a moment before he takes three long strides across the room and he’s kissing you.

- “Don’t say that, I could never leave you.” He’s covering your face in kisses and you can’t help but giggle and he smiles down at you with tear filled eyes.

- “You’re pregnant.” He whispers against your lips and you giggle again before nodding.

- “I was actually supposed to be finding out the gender today,” you look down at your watch covered wrist, “my appointment is in 15 minutes if you want to come.”

- He gives you a wide smile before giving you another kiss, “Then what are we waiting for?”

This is where the actual hc’s start if you want to skip the mini story above.

- This man could absolutely not hold still while sitting in the little plastic chair beside you. His eyes would be bouncing around, he’d be drumming his fingers against your hand, and he would be readjusting himself constantly.

- When he found out you were having a boy he was shocked. (Mini hc) He lived in a family of girls, no brothers just sisters so to think he would have a little mini him made him ecstatic.

- Feel like he would be the type to jump up and hug the doctor quickly lol (since you are laying down on the bed)

- He tried to bring up marriage but you didn’t want to get married just because you were having a baby. Instead you wanted to just keep dating until it felt like the time was actually right instead of just jumping into it.

- He had a flat back in Scotland which is where you end up relocating to since he has family there that could help while he was deployed. It had two bedrooms and 2 full bathrooms.

- He would be supportive of whatever birthing plan you choose as long as you and the baby come out safe and healthy.

- When you’re further along he does the thing where he stands behind you and lifts your belly to take some of the weight off your back.

- Will massage your feet whenever you ask.

- Before the baby is born anytime he goes out shopping he’ll come back with something for the baby to the point that you had to buy a shelf with cubbies to start putting it all in.

- The further along you get the more worried he is about you doing too much to the point he won’t even let you make it off the couch before he’s gently pushing you back down into the cushions saying he can do whatever it is you were needing/wanting to do.

- Calls his mom all the time to ask questions and if it’s too late to call you’ll often find him either on his phone or computer scrolling through articles.

- Definitely talks to the baby all the time. Sometimes he’ll crouch down and push his forehead against your stomach and start whispering things you can’t hear.

- Read somewhere that putting headphones over your belly and playing music can help the baby.

- Would love seeing you walk around the flat with just his shirt on, definitely gets turned on by how your stomach pushes the shirt out.

- You had spent hours ordering things for the baby's nursery and as things slowly got delivered you’d wake in the middle of the night and find Johnny sitting in the baby's room surrounded by empty boxes and random parts to things.

- It was a month before your delivery date when Johnny had to ship out again and for once he was scared. He knew he needed to come back to you. No matter what he couldn’t let the little boy in your stomach grow up without a dad.

- It took hours of reassurance from you and his family before he felt slightly okay with leaving. He honestly felt guilty, his job was insanely dangerous but when he first took the job he never saw himself being in an actual relationship, never mind having a kid.

- He left that night with his heart in his throat and a promise that he would be back as soon as possible and that he would be there when the baby was born.

- He almost didn’t make it. You had been in labor for hours though trying your hardest to wait until your baby’s father was there to hold your hand and cut the umbilical cord. He stumbled in still in all his gear other than his guns, he was frantic hoping that he made it in time.

- When he came in you let out a sigh of relief and within 20 minutes your little boy was born.

- Johnny cried. Idc what you have to say I totally believe this man would cry once he heard your baby’s screaming cries.

- The whole time he would be smothering you with praise about how good of a job you did. His hands would be shaking but the moment he held his little boy he had never felt more grounded in his life.

- Would definitely want to pick a name that had meaning to you both.

- The only time he moved away from you was to cut the umbilical cord and to go to the bathroom, otherwise he never left your side. Not once.

- He did absolutely everything he could to help with your healing after the birth.

- When the baby would cry at night he would be out of bed before you could even hear it. Sometimes though he would wake to find your side of the bed empty. He would rush into the nursery feeling horrible for the fact that you had to wake up but it would all be washed away when he would see your happy little smile.

- If you had PPD, he would do anything he could to help. Even offering a few good therapists.

- Once you were okay with being alone he would try to find a day where he and the baby could be out of the flat for a few hours so that you could have time to do whatever you wanted to do. Showering, napping, gaming, reading, anything you wanted to do. He just wanted to make sure you had the time.

- Bath time is his favorite.

- Buys a bunch of little water safe toys and would sit in the tub with your precious baby and spend so much time just playing.

- Nap time. Would totally fall asleep just holding your little boy.

- Baby boy is a carbon copy of him when it comes to energy so by the end of the night they're both exhausted.

- Fast forward two years and Johnny thought it was time to propose. He decided to take you back to the little restaurant where you shared your first kiss. Before that though you spent hours having fun, walking around town and even went back to the pub you met at.

- As the night got closer to an end he became super nervous. You could tell something was up because he kept talking too fast and some moments would become dead silent.

- For his sake though you were going to pretend you didn’t notice.

- Totally wanted to do the whole ring in a champagne glass thing but was scared you would swallow it lmao.

- Instead he opted to get you a little puppy and on its collar the name tag said “will you marry me?”

- When you looked up you found Johnny down on one knee with a beaming smile.

- Stumbled through his speech and completely abandoned the one he had planned and written.

- You decided to go with a traditional Scottish wedding just a few months later.

- Once you were back from your honeymoon you and Johnny decided that is was time to find a bigger place as your son was getting bigger and bigger as the days went by.

- It was an older two story brick country home that had been renovated by the sellers. 4 bedroom 3 bath with an attached garage, it was on 4 acres of land, leaving plenty of space for the kids to grow into.

- Johnny is kinda a pain in the ass to pack with. He would be going through things to pack and would get so easily distracted, telling the stories behind each item.

- He would also have the role of distracting your son so that you could pack stuff without getting side tracked every two seconds.

- Would probably call Gaz and make his ass come help lmao and this leads to you having the whole task force lugging boxes and furniture around like it’s nothing. They would all insist that they didn’t need your help but would be ecstatic when you called into the back of the house that you made sandwiches.

- Fast forward about two years. Your son is 4 now.

- You had the whole group in your home. Johnny liked to have them all over for a meal the first week they were back from a deployment (he likes to tell them that you’re the one that’s asking them all to be there)

- That’s the night you tell him you’re pregnant. Zoom forwards some months and you find out it’s twin girls.

- Johnny passed out 💀

- This was a planned pregnancy 100%. You both wanted this pregnancy to be different from the first. Not that you weren’t grateful for that pregnancy, you both just didn’t want any surprises.

- He would make jokes about it being a two for one deal all the time.

- Would totally be willing to get a vasectomy after the girls were born.

- You were both happy with the amount of children you had and honestly didn’t want anymore.

- Playful dad completely. Can be serious when he needs to be though which is honestly not often but as the kids get older his stricter side would have to come out.

- Totally the type of dad that would wander into the kitchen to see what the kids are making and when they’re not looking would snatch some of whatever it is.

- Would be the dad to offer your kid a drink of beer because he knows they wouldn’t like it and it makes him laugh 💀

- Would build a tree house for them and as they get older would add more to it.

- When trick or treating he would secretly be eating the kid’s candy.

- birthday parties are so important to this man. Literally goes all out with a theme of the kids' choice. Like the house or whoever the party is being held looks like it got pulled out of the game/movie/book.

- Family game nights and movie nights.

- He would be so happy if any of your kids got into football as he loved it himself when he was a kid.

- Handles tantrums with distractions. Like handing them a glass of water or just helping them reload focus. King at handling tantrums. (He almost cried every time until he learned what to do.)

- Anytime you leave them all alone you know they’d be up to some mischief. One time you came home to see them all covered in paint in the backyard.

- Laser tag enthusiast. Your kids 100% got their competitiveness from him.

- Big on encouraging your kids to follow their dreams.

- He’s super amazing at science (mini hc 🤷🏻‍♀️) but when it comes to Language Arts he is like no help.

- Would go all out on science fairs and honestly just loves to help the kid with school projects.

- Had so much fun teaching them how to ride a bike but is the type to make them wear full gear complete with knee pads, elbow pads, helmet, and maybe even shin pads.

- Super protective dad.

- Would hold the same standard for all of your kids, doesn’t matter if they are a girl or a boy they are not dating until they turn 16.

- When introduced to girlfriends/boyfriends he would be completely welcoming but would have the underlying tone of “istg if you hurt my kid”.

- Would be accepting if any of your kids were part of lgbtq+ community. Would probably tell them about his “adventures” of his early 20’s *wink wink*

- Would teach all of them self defense and even how to use a few select weapons like knives, guns, and how to form a weapons out of “nothing” (what you have around)

- Would get tears in his eyes on prom night but would joke about using protection.

- Would not be ashamed about teaching your kids about safe sex. He knows at their age he was having sex and he would prefer for them to be safe and aware rather than being lost and making bad decisions.

- Patient dad energy fr. Would not yell at the kids when they're having to hold a flashlight for him but instead would try to keep a calm tone and maybe even show them what exactly he needs them to do.

- Teaches them how to make harmless little rockets. Nothing too serious and would only shoot a few feet into the air.

- First aid. Would make them take actual classes to make them become certified if for any reason they would need it.

- Would do spa nights with your daughters. Meaning face masks, letting them paint his nails, and would let them convince him to wax his nose hairs (only one time though cause it hurt like a bitch)

- Would want them to know that they can call him about anything. Even if it’s something they're scared of getting in trouble for. He would ensure them that their safety and well being tops everything so making sure they're okay would come before any punishments.

- Honestly, I don't think he would be too keen on punishments. Would prefer to sit down and talk about why they did what they did and would have a punishment that would focus on making sure they understood why what they did wasn’t okay.

- Chill dad until he’s not. Don’t fuck with his kids… that’s one way to get on his bad side

- Was super emotional when dropping them off at Uni.

- If they chose not to go to uni he would be supportive but would want to know their plans.

I think that’s it… this was a mess and I feel like it was more of a story type thing rather than hc’s *sigh* my brain is scrambled. I’m sorry if this is bad 😭

Requests are open but can’t guarantee when or if I’ll write them. I prefer more specific requests as I find them easier to write. Thanks for reading my loves <3

[vanmarkus]

If you’re taking asks for your wips, I’m curious about 4 and 10?? 👀

sure thing, nonnie ✨

no10 has been answered here: X

in no4: Chris gets into a squabble and whacks a kid with one of his crutches, but since the school can't reach Eddie and Carla's not in LA, they go for the next name on the list: Buck.

here's a kinda longish snippet for you:

"Chris? Christopher!" Eddie's frantic voice echoed through the empty parking lot as he rushed towards them. "Buck? I got your text, is he okay?" Not waiting for Buck's answer, he crouched down in front of Christopher, his hands roaming the kid's shoulders, as if checking for broken bones. "Are you okay?"

"Hey, dad."

"Hey, buddy. Is everything alright?" The wrinkle between his eyebrows deepened as his gaze scanned Chris' face.

"Toby pushed me." Chris said simply with a small shrug, like it was an everyday occurrence for him to get into physical fights.

"What?"

"The kid pushed him over, because apparently he was taking too long with the tidying." Buck took over when it became clear that Chris was less than keen on sharing the details of his little adventure. "Chris smacked his arm with his crutch."

At least now he didn't have to hold back his proud smile anymore, and the way Eddie's eyes brightened with a soft chuckle told Buck he wasn't alone in his delight.

"Yeah? You really did that?" Eddie asked as he smoothed a stray lock out of the kid's forehead.

"He deserved it." Chris grumbled with a small shrug.

"Chris—"

"—is right." Buck cut in. "The little shit had it coming."

"Buck." Eddie hissed and Buck couldn't quite decide if Eddie took issue with him agreeing or his choice of language.

"F-fine, alright." He held up his hands defensively. "The nurse checked both of them over; Toby's got a nasty bruise and uh Chris skinned his elbows a little, but they're gonna be fine."

"Good." Eddie finally straightened up, though he let his hand linger on Chris' shoulder just for a moment longer, as he fixed his gaze on Buck's face. "Hey, you two gonna be alright? I want to have a quick talk with the principal."

"Yeah, sure." Buck nodded easily.

"Great. Thanks Buck, I'll see you at home." Eddie leaned in to give a small kiss to Buck's cheek, before disappearing behind the glass doors and leaving him to stand there, awestruck.

After a moment, he shook his head, convinced that it was nothing more than some kind of momentary hallucination and put his hand on the back of Christopher's head, steering him gently towards the Jeep.

"Alright buddy, let's go home."

✨and in the spirit of getting back into working on my wips and since it's gotten kinda long, I'm gonna use this as my Inspiration Saturday 🩼 and I am totally no pressure tagging and tagging back the wonderful @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @goforkinard @honestlydarkprincess @excuseme-greentea @exhuastedpigeon @nmcggg @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @watchyourbuck @actualalligator mwuahh 💛

[ghostxrose]

𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑶𝑪

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |

Summary ~ The war between humanity and aliens began in 2013 when the first Kaiju hauled itself out of the depths of the ocean. It rampaged through three cities, destroying everything in its path and killing thousands before it was finally taken down. As more Kaiju emerged from the sea, nations put aside rivalries and hatred in order to ban together and find a solution to save the human race.

Azusa had never imagined that this would be the world that she would grow up in. Mankind using giant robots to take down massive alien monsters sounds like the stuff of movies not the reality that she’s forced to live. She had also never imagined signing herself up to battle the monsters from the sea, but somebody needed to avenge her brother’s death and her father sure as hell wasn’t doing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, potentially triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, suicidal ideation, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Heyy, Lovelies! This fic is my twist on MHA characters in the Pacific Rim universe. I am absolutely obsessed with Pacific Rim, it's probably my most favorite movie! So this fic is my mash up of two of my fave things. It is xOC instead of xReader, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same. I'm one of those readers who will imagine myself as the main character no matter what, so this can be read as reader-insert. Anyway, enough with my rambling, enjoy the story My Lovelies! <3

“Get going, Azusa!” He says with urgency as he ushers her out of the kitchen.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere without you, Toya! I have a bad feeling about this one! Please listen to me, don’t go with Dad!” She pleads over the sounds of their younger siblings crying.

“Dammit Azusa, I have to! Dad doesn’t have another co-pilot! We’ll be fine, just go!” He borderline shouts at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Don’t go! Please, don’t go!” She cries, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the door.

“Fucking let me go! This is a job, Azusa, and I’ve been called to go do it! Go help Mom with Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto!” He yells, ripping his arm out of her grasp and rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Dammit, Toya-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Jolting upright in her bed, chest heaving and tears wetting her face, Azusa slams the button on her alarm. Letting out a groan, she wipes at her face and tries to even out her breathing. It takes a few minutes, as it always does, but she finally manages to recover and drags herself out of bed.

“Thanks, subconscious.” She mumbles bitterly as she makes her way to the bathroom. She goes through the motions of her everyday routine; getting dressed, putting her hair up, brushing her teeth, staring at the old family vacation photo on her dresser for too long.. Numbly, she finishes lacing up her boots, then stands up ready to answer the door for the knock she knows is coming.

The predicted knock does happen and she opens the door to greet her sister, “Morning, Fuyumi.” She says as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Good morning, Azusa! You ready for today?” Fuyumi asks her as the two make their way to the elevator.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She says with a slight shrug as they step into the elevator.

After pressing the button for the Mess Hall, Fuyumi joins her sister in leaning against the back wall of the elevator. She bumps her shoulder against Azusa’s with a small playful smile on her face.

“It’s a big day for you, kinda thought you’d be more hyped.” She comments, her features taking on a bit of concern.

“It’s just another day, Yumi. Just another day of being one of his soldiers that he couldn’t give less of a damn about.” Azusa replies in an emotionless tone to cover up the anger burning beneath her skin.

Fuyumi lets out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors open, “He does care, Zusa… And I know that it won’t be the same without Toya there to cheer you on.. but it’s been three years. There was nothing more you could have done that day to stop him. He’s gone, you’re here, and you worked your ass off to get to this point. You deserve to feel excited about today.” She says tiredly as they walk up to the food line.

“Yeah..” Azusa responds quietly, letting the conversation fizzle out. They fill up their trays with no further conversation being made, then head for a table with open seating.

Unfortunately for both of them the only table with open seating just so happens to be next to the table that Katsuki Bakugo and his group are sitting at. Azusa rolls her eyes at the comments and praises she hears being thrown the blonde’s way as she sits down. It’s been two years since her group entered the Ranger Program and Bakugo’s arrogant personality hasn’t dimmed a bit. Not even being behind the scenes during humanity’s war against aliens has done anything to lessen his pompous attitude.

“Who do you think you’ll be Drift-compatible with, Bakugo?” Azusa hears Mina’s perky voice ask.

“I don’t think any of you extras could handle being in my head and I sure as hell don’t wanna be in any of your idiotic brains. I’m just gonna ask the Marshal to let me pilot by my damn self.” Bakugo replies with a tone full of annoyance, earning himself a few gasps of shock and a bit of laughter.

“Oh c’mon man, you know single piloting is impossible even with the tech we have now! Plus, I think we’d be Drift-compatible! We work well together and we’re both super manly!” She hears Kirishima exclaim and she lets out a small huff of laughter at the pose she knows he’s doing even without looking at him.

“I don’t need a damn co-pilot and if I am forced to have one, it better not be any of you idiots!” Bakugo bites out and Azusa rolls her eyes once again as she digs into her breakfast.

“What a jerk, Dad’s gonna be pissed if Bakugo actually puts in that request,” Fuyumi comments quietly before taking a sip of her juice.

Azusa silently nods her head in absentminded agreement as she takes another bite. Suddenly, everyone around her quiets down, their heads bowing in respect and words becoming low whispers.

“Good morning, Rangers.” Marshal Todoroki greets, his booming voice echoing throughout the Mess Hall and demanding attention.

“As many of you know, today is the day that groups A through D will be testing to find their Drift-compatibility partners, or rather, their co-pilots. All other groups will be excused from their training to witness the event, but do not mistake this as a free day. Learn something from what you witness. As for groups A through D, tests will begin at 0800. Be prepared and be on time.” He continues, his stern tone making everyone give an intimidated nod of understanding.

“Ranger Azusa Todoroki,” Marshal Todoroki calls out, causing everyone’s eyes to turn toward the girl. Azusa clenches her jaw and her eyes meet the cold blue ones of her father.

“Come to my office once you have finished breakfast. Thank you, everyone, you may carry on.” He finishes with a slight bow of his head before he and his second-in-command, Marshal Shota Aizawa, turn to leave. Noise ensues once again with the disappearance of the Marshal’s presence. Meaningless chatter and the clattering of dishware fill the room, but one voice, in particular, catches Azusa’s attention as very much intended by the voice’s owner.

“Aww, the princess get in trouble, again?” Bakugo’s taunting comment grates at Azusa’s eardrums and her grip on her chopsticks tightens.

Other than the whitening of her knuckles, she gives no reaction toward the blonde, her eyes cast down toward her food tray despite wanting to glare at Bakugo. She numbly finishes her breakfast, tells Fuyumi that she’ll see her later, then stands to clear her place. She can feel eyes on her as she takes her tray to the trash bin, but she maintains her facade of emotionless neutrality as she walks out of the Mess Hall.

“The fuck does the old man want now?” She mumbles out angrily under her breath as she steps into the elevator.

Jamming her finger against the button for the floor that the Marshal’s office is on, she lets out a long breath. Stepping back to the middle of the elevator, Azusa crosses her arms over her chest and closes her eyes. A minute or two passes and the elevator groans as it comes to a stop. She prepares herself, mentally and physically, to step out of the elevator when the doors begin to open but pauses when she comes face to face with Marshal Todoroki.

“Marshal?” She questions, bowing her head slightly, confusion flashing over her features before she settles back into her neutral state.

“We will be going down to the Shatterdome instead.” Marshal Todoroki says, his voice taking on a much different tone than earlier.

He stares at Azusa with an expectant look as he waits for her to move back so that he can step into the elevator. Azusa shakes the confusion from her mind and dutifully steps back to let the large man through the doorway. Tense silence fills the cramped-feeling space as she presses the button for the Shatterdome. The elevator groans once again as it begins descending.

“Why are we going to the Shatterdome, Sir?” Azusa asks, tone neutral and emotionless and the Marshal lets out a tired sigh.

“Azusa, please, it’s just the two of us you can call me da-”

“I stopped calling you that a long time ago, Enji. Why would I start again now? Just tell me why you wanted me to meet with you instead of letting me go get ready for my Drift-compatibility tests.” Azusa bites out, cutting off her father’s words.

Marshal Todoroki’s jaw clenches and his fists clench before the tension deflates from his body and a look of defeat fills his features, “I want to show you something.” He replies vaguely and Azusa sends him an incredulous look.

“You want to show me something?? This is ridiculous! I need to be getting ready, not dealing with your feeble attempts at earning my forgiveness ba-” Azusa’s anger gets the better of her until she cuts herself off, clamping her mouth shut as the elevator doors open.

Marshal Todoroki stays silent as they step out of the elevator, only opening his mouth to greet others. They move through the hustle and bustle of the Shatterdome, walking past Jaeger after Jaeger and all of the people working on said Jaegers. They finally stop at the far end of Bay 12, both of them turning their bodies toward the Jaeger standing tall against the wall. Azusa’s neck cranes as she looks up at the gigantic robot, a tidal wave of emotions flooding her as she takes it in.

“Bravo Inferno,” Azusa whispers out, tears building up on her lash lines and the Marshal quietly nods from beside her. “The day Toya died.. I thought she was too destroyed to salvage, I mean, you barely came back in one piece.. H-how is she here?” She asks, her voice thick with emotion and tears slipping down her face.

“It took the repair techs a long time, but they were able to put her back together. In fact, she’s better than she was before.. on the inside, that is. I made sure the outside was redone to look the same as when she first came out of production.” Marshal Todoroki says quietly, his hands clasped behind his back professionally but his face full of emotions.

Azusa stares up at her brother’s old Jaeger with a mixture of awe and sadness. The blue flame-colored paint reflects the lights of the Shatterdome, giving it a pearlescent shine. Bravo Inferno’s emblem, a flaming phoenix, is stamped proudly on the left side of its chest along with the numbers from the year it was made. From head to toe, the Jaeger looks just like it had the day Azusa watched it leave the base being piloted by her brother for the last time.

“What was the point of this?” Azusa asks, coming back to her senses and remembering that she is standing with the man responsible for her brother’s death. “You piloting again or something?”

Still looking up at Bravo Inferno, the Marshal shakes his head, “No, my piloting days are long since over with. I’m passing Bravo Inferno on to you, Azusa. It’s.. it’s what Toya would have wanted had he thought the war would still be going on.” He says looking at Azusa with the ghost of a smile on his saddened face.

It takes a moment for Azusa to work past the lump in her throat, to straighten her back even though she wants to fall to her knees and sob. A strained “thank you” makes its way out of her mouth as she blinks away the tears in her eyes.

𖤛 𖤛 𖤛

Azusa cracks her knuckles before crossing her arms and waiting for the tests to begin. She and the other Rangers who will be testing today are gathered around the training mats, most idly chatting as they wait for Marshal Todoroki and Marshal Aizawa. She does a quick glance around and sees some of the other Rangers stretching, so she follows suit.

“Hey, Azusa!” Someone calls out excitedly right as Azusa hears footsteps approaching her. Turning her head, she catches sight of Tetsutetsu and Kendo making their way toward her. She sends them a small smile and waves, Tetsutetsu’s bright smile making her want to put on sunglasses.

“Hey guys,” she says when the two get up to her, narrowly dodging Tetsutetsu when he tries to engulf her in a hug.

“You nervous?” Kendo asks when the three of them fall back into warm-up stretches.

“Nope. I just hope that I get a good co-pilot.” Azusa answers simply as she leans further into a leg lunge.

“How are you not nervous?? Literally, everyone will be watching; Rangers, Rangers-in-training, Marshal Aizawa, Marshal Todoroki.. You’re seriously not nervous about your dad watching the tests??” Tetsutetsu rambles out before he is whacked upside the head by Kendo.

“Dude, shut up!” Kendo reprimands and Azusa huffs out a laugh.

“No, I’m not nervous. I don’t care who’s watching.” Azusa says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Attention, Rangers!” Marshal Aizawa’s stern voice calls out and everyone stands at attention.

“At ease,” Marshal Todoroki calls out next as he steps up next to Marshal Aizawa. Everyone relaxes but keeps their full attention on the two men at the front of the room.

“We’ll go over a brief explanation of how the tests will work, then we’ll get started.” Marshal Aizawa starts as the bleachers along the walls of the room begin filling with the other groups of Rangers-in-training that aren’t testing.

“The tests will work like this; one-on-one melee combat with bo staffs. You all have been broken up into smaller groups based on your results from previous Drift simulations and screenings. These one-on-ones will help better identify who exactly you work well with. Remember Rangers, these are dialogues, not fights. The goal is to find a co-pilot that keeps up with your moves and keeps the scores even. Should one of you outright win a match then we’ll know that person is not a match for you. The cementing stage of this test will occur at a later date when you and your co-pilot are assigned a Jaeger and go through your first real Drift together.” Marshal Aizawa explains in his normal serious yet tired tone.

“Rangers Bakugo, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Todoroki, Kendo, and Hado, grab your bo staffs then step onto the mat. Each of you will have one match with each other then Marshal Todoroki and I will review your scores later. Your co-pilots will be announced tomorrow if we get through everyone’s tests today. Marshal Todoroki, if you would choose the starting pairings, please,” Marshal Aizawa says and Marshal Todoroki scans over the six Rangers lined up in front of him.

“Kendo with Bakugo, Tetsutetsu with Hado, and Kirishima with Todoroki.” Marshal Todoroki says, tone firm as always and his gaze already full of judgment.

“Rangers spread out across the mat with your respective opponent and assume position. You will begin when I say so.” Marshal Aizawa commands and the Rangers listen accordingly.

Once they’ve reached a space far enough away from the other pairs, Azusa faces Kirishima with her bo staff positioned diagonally in front of her. She takes in a deep breath, steadying the few nerves that have crept into her system, and bends her knees slightly ready to move to either defend or attack. Kirishima does the same, winking at her when their eyes meet with a playful smirk on his face.

“Rangers begin,” Marshal Aizawa commands, and the pairs begin their matches.

The match between Bakugo and Kendo ends quickly with the score being; Bakugou 4 and Kendo 1. That’s not to say that Kendo didn’t try her best to keep up with Bakugou, it’s just that the blonde was relentless. Despite them all being told that the matches were supposed to flow like dialogues and not fights, it’s just like Katsuki Bakugo to do his own thing. Tetsutetsu and Hado’s match ended a bit better with their scores being; Hado 4 and Tetsutetsu 2. In both of their typical fashions, they shook hands at the end of the match, both of them wearing confident smiles.

Kirishima and Azusa started out neck and neck, but that changed quickly when Azusa got the upper hand. Their match ended with the scores being; Azusa 4 and Kirishima 2. Azusa helped Kirishima up after her final time taking him down and wished him good luck on his next match. Kirishima, being the ever-bright ray of sunshine that he is, smiled warmly at her and thanked her for a good match.

The next three rounds of matches seemed to fly by while simultaneously feeling dragged out. Azusa had won by 1 point against both Hado and Kendo, which made her feel pretty good about ending up being co-pilots with either of them. She, unfortunately, lost by 2 points against Tetsutetsu and she was a little disappointed by the fact that one of her two best friends wasn’t a very good match for her to be co-pilots with. At the end of their, match Tetsutetsu gave her an encouraging smile and told her that he would have been honored to be co-pilots with her.

“Time for the final matches for the first six Rangers. The pairings will be as follows; Hado with Kendo, Tetsutetsu with Kirishima, and Bakugo with Todoroki. Get ready, Rangers.” Marshal Aizawa calls out, and Azusa’s entire being fills with dread.

“Prepared to lose, Princess?” Bakugo goads arrogantly as the two get into position and Azusa’s blood boils a bit.

Marshal Aizawa tells them to begin and Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to make the first move. Azusa blocks his bo staff a couple of times but ultimately Bakugo lands a hit to her shoulder.

“1-0.” Bakugo comments with a cocky smirk.

Not wasting another moment, Azusa swings her bo staff knocking the blonde’s bo staff away and rushing him. With quick movements, she brings her bo staff up, then swings it down, stopping it only inches from his face.

“1-1.” She says quietly, challenging him with her eyes while her face remains neutral.

They go back and forth for what feels like hours, both of them having stopped keeping track of the score after they hit 2-2. Both of them panting and sweating, their match continues on and on until a booming voice pierces the bubble they seem to be in.

“That’s enough! Bakugo, Todoroki, your match is over. Put your bo staffs away and get on the sidelines.” Marshal Todoroki sternly tells the two and Bakugo releases Azusa from the hold he had her in.

The blonde stands and walks off to put his bo staff away, not bothering to offer Azusa help. The two don’t even look at each other once they’re both situated on the sidelines of the training mat, standing as far away from each other as possible. Kendo and Tetsutetsu both send Azusa twin looks of surprise mixed with heavy confusion, but she chooses to ignore them in favor of watching the next group of matches.

Note ~ I know that there may not be much to go off of but let me know what you think so far! Should I post chapter/part 2 sooner than planned? Idk, I'm just loving how the story is turning out and wanted to share it with yall! I love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

Ps, @tr-mha-fan I'm doing my best to work on your (second) request, I promise that I didn't ignore your ask, Lovely! <3

Tag List ~ @tomiokasecretlover

Divider Credit ~ @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

And I’m not even an Elite girly or whatever. Everyone knows I’m Team Best Friends. And I was a HUGE Punk fan from back in the day.

And I'm gonna rant a little. Or a lot. But I'm gonna put it under a cut because I know many won't care and I don't expect them to. I'm not even going to tag it. I just wanna use this like I used to use tumblr back in the beginning times - like a journal to vomit words all over.

Look, I’m just some bitch who has a lot of experience with people of all personalities. I’m almost 38 years old, have been working legit tax-paying jobs since the age of 14, 85% of which have been positions where I deal directly with the public. I think it’s not hyperbole to say that in 24 years I have learned how to spot a fucking asshole from 15 miles away, both with customers and coworkers. It makes the job so much worse.

Especially when one of the employees is that guy who wants everyone to think he’s the hardest dude around so badly but then fails to realize that nobody gives a shit. It’s a stunted 16 year old mindset coming from a 40-something year old man. And it’s not like this whole situation was an anomaly. He has a clear history of this kinda shit. He’s gonna do something shitty again, it’s just a matter of time.

And yet, here he is. Why? Because he can draw? Okay. Yeah, sure he will sell merch and tickets or whatever. But is that worth it if it results in a big chunk of your employees being unhappy? Will it be worth it when the people who have been there from the jump - the ones who carried the shit through the pandemic, the ones who went along with shit fucking booking - don’t renew their contracts? Will it be worth it when the toxic situation drives away the FANS who have been there from the jump?

I've been a wrestling fan for nearly 30 goddamn years, I am well aware there has always been real beefs and shit between people. That shit was just never as transparent as it is now. Social media, the fact that kayfabe doesn't really exist anymore (which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I digress) leads to this kinda shit.

Like. I just wanna watch fucking wrestling.

I wanna be taken out of the reality of everyday life. I wanna make silly jokes about gear or promos or dumb storylines. I don't want to have to sit and watch and wonder if every single line in a promo is a subtle jab at someone else, if someone is 'shootin' on someone else, oh no! who's gonna be mad, what will the dirt sheets say?

All of the attention is taken away from the performances and the talent busting their ass, literally breaking their bodies for fans. It's fucking selfish.

I just wanna watch wrestling.

[sneakyscarab]

hiya! so those of you following me may have noticed that touhou has taken over my brain over the last summer. i’ve been working my way through playing all* of the main touhou titles and after finishing th11 realized that i have many thoughts about these games and no real outlet because none of my friends play touhou so im just gonna start doing these review-esque posts about all the touhou games once ive finished them. as you can tell by the fact i just beat 11 i have a bit of a backlog here so expect to see a handful of these.

if you do not care about all that, thats fine. i just really wanna talk about touhou lol. posts in this series will be tagged “#grimoire of nina” for archival/organiztion purposes. anyways all that said it is time for the actual post

nina’s thoughts on Touhou 6 - Embodiment of Scarlet Devil

it's the first touhou! well it's not obviously there's a big 6 there but it's the first in the windows continuity, the first that ive played through to the end and finished, and supposedly the first in the streamlined danmaku style of gameplay. 

since its the first of them, its lacking in many unique elements that make it easy to talk about, so this one's probably gonna flow way worse than later reviews. it's very simple but not in a bad way, just raw shootin’ and danmaku dodgin’. one interesting “mechanic” unique to this game is ironically it's lack of one. in touhou to make dodging the bullets possible your actual hitbox is way smaller than your character sprite, and later games let you view your true hitbox while focusing. EoSD doesn't have that, so you kinda just have to get a feel for what parts of you can safely take a shot without you getting owned. it's kinda fun not knowing exactly whats safe, but probably rough if you’re used to the later games. of the different player options my favourite was Marisa’s illusion laser setup (i am not immune to master spark) but all 4 choices were pretty fun, and i ended up doing 1cc’s with both of Marisa’s options.

the characters in this one are all really good! it helps a lot that most of them show up frequently in future games and outside media and get more development. if i had to pick favourites though, id go with Rumia, Patchouli, and Koakuma. Rumia is a adorable little gremlin youkai with darkness powers who flies around t-posing, using darkness to create an orb around her during daytime to block sunlight and subsequently bumping into trees cause she can't see anything through the orb lmao. Patchouli is a tired magician youkai who spends all day in a huge magical library reading tomes and being bothered by Marisa. she has like asthma and anemia so she can't do any physical activity ever she's just the ultimate nerd. also her everyday outfit is just some comfy purple pajamas its an absolute vibe. lastly Koakuma is Patchouli’s familiar who's a summoned demon of some kind (usually interpreted as a succubus) who has the unfortunate job of actually managing and organizing the insane labyrinthine library that they live in and assisting Patchouli with personal matters. ironically Rumia and Koakuma have like the least characterization actually in the game (along with Daiyousei) but they get more love in external media and fanon. 

overall EoSD is great. it has a set of beloved characters, and really solid base gameplay. its a bit basic and lacking in a few features but its still great fun :> thanks for reading if you actually stuck with it this far!

(*not sure if i will play the first 5 games from the pc-98 era. i may check them out afterwards but theyre not high priority)

[justafrogandherumbrella]

OH HECK YEAH!!! So happy to see another weirdcore/dreamcore story writer. (Lol I just never tag my stories with those tags for some reason). I am sorry if it has already been answered earlier on, but is it alright if you can give a description of some of your characters' looks? I kinda want to try to draw them, if that's okay, but as I searched through the posts you made about it, I only saw a few pictures, so if you did post descriptions they might be a bit far down. Pls and thank you!

Have a nice day/night/whatever time it is for you! 😊

I'd love to provide some descriptions! I you do end up drawing them, I would also love to see the results. Here are some descriptions:

Rue:

Appearance: Is mostly human-shaped, but their body is completely made up of scribbles in black ink. These scribbles are constantly flickering and changing, and are mostly indecipherable. However, sometimes a small piece of a sentence, or doodles, can be seen flickering throughout their body. Their head floats above their neck, and is a giant ball off these flickering scribbles, with a large red eye in the center. 

Style: Rue doesn’t care too much about their appearance, and typically just wears whatever is comfortable to them. This usually means baggy clothes such as large t-shirts, loose flannels, sweatpants, and hoodies. 

Height: 5’3 

Additional: Often appears distant/zoned out

Emerson:

Appearance:  Slightly chubby, anthropomorphic slug. While they do have human legs and stand up right, they do not have hands. He instead has a pair of flippers. Based loosely off of slugs in the Agriolimacidae family. They’re tannish in coloration, and are covered in mucus… as slugs are. He also has a pair of antennae on top of his head.

Style: Likes to wear big, cozy knitted sweaters and jeans. They like to dress up to be in their coziest state. 

Height: 5’7

Additional: N/A

Gia:

Appearance: They have an almond skin tone, with a floating planet for a head. The planet has a shimmery silver-blue colored atmosphere. They have a ring of meteorites, as well as two pink rings that go around their head. They are also very muscular. 

Style: Almost always wears some type of battle armor. They are particularly fond of chainmail. They also always wear a small, white,  crescent-moon necklace. 

Height: 5’2

Additional: Can often be seen carrying a long sword, as well as being accompanied with their six-legged golden retriever, Bea. 

Aderyn:

Appearance: Aderyn has dark skin, and reddish-brown dreadlocks she wears in loose space buns. Unlike most of the cast, her appearance is more human. The left half of her face is completely normal. The right half, on the other hand, is completely covered in succulents of varying colors. (Specifically different Echeveria succulents) She has a giant , blue-green colored Echeveria Lola succulent where her right eye would be. Her left eye is green. She also has a trail of succulents that spiral down her right am, ending with another Echeveria Lola on the back of her right hand.

Style: She has a very summer-y aesthetic. She often wears long sundresses in bright colors, usually paired with a pair of sandals.

Height: 5'8

Additional: N/A

Bianca:

Appearance: Looks like your everyday human girl… except for the fact that she has a large, boxy TV in place of a head. The TV is usually playing some kind of static/white noise, or a blurry video of flying birds. She has light brown skin and long, pink acrylic nails.

Style: She's a very fashionable person who likes to dress up. She specifically enjoys crop/tank tops with. mesh under/over shirts, as well as high heels and skirts to match her outfit-of-the-day's color scheme.

Height: 5'4

Additional: Usually carries herself in a very confidant manner- except when around Mr.Rotary, her father.

Mr.Rotary:

Appearance: A tall man with pale skin. He has a well-polished rotary phone in place of a head.

Style: He wears almost exclusively blue and black suits. He likes to look as professional as he can.

Height: 6'3

Additional: Like Bianca, he often carries himself with confidence.

If there's any other characters you'd like a description of/additional information you'd like, please don't be afraid to let me know!

You have a nice day/night/whatever time it is for you as well!

[ao3feed-leopika]

all of my enemies started out friends

all of my enemies started out friends Link to fic: https://ift.tt/7ONoWxS by leo_pika_chu leorio has a Bad Day. he walks you through it all while stressing and obsessing over a certain old friend. (he’s so stressed and he needs sleep) This is part two to the kurapika shot “all of my heroes die all alone” but could be read as a stand-alone. (but shouldn’t go read kurapika’s pov it’s really short I promise) ik the works are like what 1,5 years apart??? idk really but hey this is very long so maybe worth it??? (not checked for errors, English isn’t my first language so be kind pls and thank you) Anyways enjoy!!!??? Words: 3863, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of you can’t talk to me when I’m like this Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter) Relationships: Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika & Leorio Paladiknight Additional Tags: Medical Student Leorio Paladiknight, Mentioned Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), leorio get some peace challenge, leorio gets tortured, Character Study, Leorio is under academic stress, someone help him, kurapika pick up the phone, leorio centric, I love Leorio, adhd leorio, Leorio Paladiknight has ADHD, autistc kurapika (but he’s not really in the story), leorio is so stressed that he burns eggs, literally why is he always so stressed (he’s me), Author has ADHD, And Autism, This is just my everyday, I have burned eggs before, idk what else tags to add, but just know that this is kinda idk sad???? in a way, Not as sad as some of my other works, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Song: Francis Forever (Mitski), Song: The Archer (Taylor Swift), leorio studies hard give him an award, I am an academic victim so I’m writing this, leorio is an academic victim, Part Two, I bring you part two of the series after two years I’m sorry, life’s been crazy, Background Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, is it really background if leorio can’t stop thinking about him, This is so leorio centric because he is me and also I love him so much, leopika - Freeform, leokura, hxh - Freeform, hxhleorio, hxhkurapika, hxhleopika, im so bad at tagging can I stop now, hxh fanfiction, oh also throw up mention, its nothing graphic but he throws up from stress, tw: throw up via AO3 works tagged 'Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight' https://ift.tt/tYLqG8e February 11, 2024 at 09:39AM

[vvanillavveins]

This one is such a cool idea, thank you for tagging me!! I am sorry this is so late- I had to actually sit & think about this for a good 2-3 days because damn it's difficult.

I had to talk through each one in order to work out an order, so i'm sorry for the incoming rambling if anyone reads this-

oh god oh fuck

1. The Vast, I think? - Open spaces? My own insignificance? Incomprehensible giant creatures?- Couldn't care less, actually, almost boring, in fact. Heights?- Love the adrenaline rush, can't get enough of them. However, my one & only life-long phobia is deep water. If you asked me what would be the worst possible thing that you could ever do to me, i'd say it'd be leaving me to tread water in the middle of the ocean. I can't even look at paintings of deep water without my pulse increasing. Those really cool little diorama things people make with the resin fake water? I stop being able to breathe when i look at them. No idea why. Phobias are just weird like that.

2. The Corruption - idk if its sensory issues or what but if i find bugs in my house i feel itchy and hot and start tearing at my skin and it's just awful.

3. The Eye - i don't like being watched. Being watched by The Eye means never truly being alone again & i need to be alone to keep sane.

4. The Desolation - on one hand, losing everything would be quite freeing. On the other hand, everyone around me being hurt isn't fair- if it's my fear then i should be the only one suffering.

5. The Extinction - like the Desolation, more depressing than scary. I think life in an apocalyptic wasteland would be way too monotonous for me though.

6. The Web - i can't handle change, so completely losing control of everything would not end well, lmao.

7. The Buried - i feel pretty neutral about all the physical manifestations of this one. It's the financial element that makes it stressful.

8. The Dark - eh, i've never been scared of the dark & i can't see very well in most light anyway. TMA is just really well written; it's the one of the only things that've made me understand why people fear the dark.

9. The End - again, no real strong feelings about this one. The lack of proper action is a bit tedious. But overall it just kinda feels comforting, in a way? I like the security/reliability of it. Also, i'm a massive coimetrophile.

10. The Hunt - i like adrenaline; i really love the feeling of being chased. Even if i logically understand that it's a matter of survival, some part of my brain still goes, "ooo what a fun ✨️game✨️", lmao.

11. The Slaughter - being chased is a game, so i'll run- but unless i am actually told to, running just doesn't naturally occur to me. Most of the time when i'm presented with an actual threat i skip past fear and go straight to anger. It's foolhardy, sure, but how dare anything have the audacity to think it can threaten me? I'm not saying I'd win a fight with a Slaughter avatar, but i would try. I think being a masochist helps.

12. The Spiral - less of a threat and more of just a continuation of my everyday life, i'm not sure what would change tbh. I do like liminal spaces, though, so that's a plus. Also, i feel like a Spiral avatar would be quite good company for a brain like mine- i could quite happily just chatter at them without having to over-explain & redefine everything.

13. The Flesh - gore & viscera are satisfying, and i honestly think i'd give anything for limitless body modification.

14. The Lonely - what makes the Lonely so appealing to me is how it isolates you; it either strands you in empty places or it replaces the people around you. If there's no one to reach out to, then you can't do anything to fix your loneliness. Never being able to form genuine connections with others is painful, but the Lonely would help get rid of the initial desire for connection. I think the Lonely would help me be much more at peace with myself.

15. The Stranger - i don't fear the Stranger because, ironically, it's the most familiar one. And i know for sure i could survive whatever it can throw at me; i already can't read faces or voices, i've already forgotten entire people like they were just deleted from my memory & i don't experience the uncanny valley effect- so it wouldn't get any fear from me anyway. Hell, in my lowest most paranoid moments, i've genuinely believed that my loved ones were replaced by shapeshifters. But i'm still here after all of that shit- so bring it on! Tbh, if i encountered the Stranger i'd probably ask to join it. It'd be nice if i could actually gain something from people's uneasiness around me. And the whole 'circus of the other' thing sounds like my childhood dreams come true, lmfao. 100% fuck yeah category material

fuck yeah

i ranked the tma fears from scariest to least scariest because i felt like it. no pressure but reblog with your rankings i wanna see!

oh god oh fuck

1. the corruption

2. the desolation

3. the hunt

4. the buried

5. the web

6. the extinction

7. the slaughter

8. the stranger

9. the dark

10. the flesh

11. the lonely

12. the eye

13. the end

14. the vast

15. the spiral

fuck yeah

tagging a couple of my moots if you wanna try :D

@encryptidarchivist @humanteethmarksonhumanbone @willdisappearintothelonely @styrofoamdoor @urnewsteppappa

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Coming home - Bradley Bradshaw imagine

Warnings: this one was a tear jerker to write, but it’s super fluffy

Deployment, it was something that you knew you might have to deal with when you’re dating a military man. However, it wasn’t something you expected to be thrown face first into.

It has now been months since Bradley had been gone, your texts having stop delivering a long time ago. It had been hard, going from having him next to you and hearing his voice everyday to now just getting the occasional email. It was enough to almost feel maddening.. the loneliness and the quietness of the house, only being alleviated by the dog the two of you share.

“We just have another couple weeks, girl. We can do it.” You mumbled the words quietly, swallowing back tears as you buried your face into your dogs fur. Your hand found the fake dog tags Rooster had gotten you from a shop before he left, your fingers tracing over the cold metal as you felt the words he had engraved in it. You’re my forever. Love always, rooster. It got you choked up again, tears slipping down your cheeks as you curled up around the small canine laying next to you. You slowly fell asleep, drowsiness taking you over.

The next few weeks passed slowly, you trying to busy yourself with school work and hanging out with the other wives and girlfriends. You were especially close with Hangman’s wife; seeing as he was your best friend since childhood and he was the one who actually introduced you to Rooster. You were forever in his debt for that, but not having either of your boys there was even harder for you.

On the day that the deployment was over you and Hangman’s wife were buzzing with excitement. The two of you were getting ready together in your bathroom, nervous energy coming from you. She had done this before, many times. So, she was sympathetic for you going through this for the first time. “Hey, after my first deployment with Jake he actually proposed. Maybe he finally talked Bradley into asking you.” She elbowed you in the ribs, a laugh erupting from your lips. “Yeah, maybe.”

After a few hours the two of you were finally waiting for the boys, seeing them walk up and nearly jumping out of your skin. You could see Rooster in the distance, his eyes scanning the crowd for you and smiling once he found you. This was the first mission since his mom has passed that he had someone waiting for him, and honestly he could get used to the feeling. Hangman was standing next to him and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with pride at the two of them. You had gone through these with Jake before, but boyfriends and best friends are totally different deployment experiences. “Oh, I am so getting pregnant tonight.” You heard the words come out from the girl next to you, both of you erupting into laughter as you watched the dismissal finally happen.

You couldn’t feel your legs as you took off running with the rest of the spouses, your eyes trained on the brown haired boy in front of you. Before you knew it you were launching yourself into his arms, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist as your face buried into his neck. His cologne wrapped around you as his arms encircled you super tight, holding you to his chest. You had no words, happy tears rolling down your cheeks as you just held each other. “Hi, pretty girl.” You chuckled at your boyfriends words, mumbling a tearful hi back.

“Oh come on, no hug for your best friend?” You heard Jake’s voice, your eyes rolling as you looked up at him over Bradley’s shoulder. He wore a shit eating grin as he wrapped his arms around his wife. You shot him a glare and flipped him the bird. “I’m kinda busy here, bagman.” You felt Bradley’s body shake with a chuckle, his arms holding you tighter. “That’s my girl.”

“Please tell me you’re mine for a while now. I know I’m supposed to be strong, but that was rough.” Your voice cracked as the honest statement left your lips, tears slipping down your cheek as you buried your face into his shoulder again. His face softened as he held you even closer, if that was even possible. “I’m all yours until I have to go save the world again.” The inside joke between the two of you lingered in the air as he pressed a kiss to your hair. “Now let’s you get home, beautiful. We have a lot of time to make up for.”

[writingaboutdreams]

His Gift Part 5

A/N = So people seem to favour longer chapter so that’ll be the format moving forward. Just expect some longer times between updates going forth. I am a full time Uni student and i work part time so please be patient.

Warnings = 18+ minors do not interact, description of panic attacks, discussion of mental health, dark Morpheus.

Y/n explores the room after Morpheus leaves. Having not had much of a chance to do so in her dreams. She comes across a beautiful dark brown wooden wardrobe. Opening it she sees it's filled with dresses. All different lengths, styles and colours. Each one seems so extravagant. Y/n pulls a deep blue, what could be described as a simple dress compared to the others. She checks the tag seeing it’s her perfect size. Not wanting to dwell on how Morpheus got that information she puts it back.

Wandering over to the dresser she continues her search. Trying to find some simple t-shirts and jeans. Opening the first drawer she scoffs. It’s an underwear drawer, just not the kind she would wear usually. Full of sets made of delicate silk and lace, many of which seem impractical for everyday use. She grabs the simplest pair she can and looks through the next drawers.

After searching the entire dresser she still can’t find any jeans. The tops she did manage to find are similar to the dresses. Much too lavish and delicate looking. Moving back to the wardrobe she shuffles through the hangers. Pulling out a plain black just above knee length dress. Seeing it as her best option Y/n gets changed quickly. Once the dress is on she realises it scoops at the back but she can’t be bothered to change. Rummaging through the shoes she thankfully finds a simple pair of black flats and slips them on.

She takes the time to look over the bookshelf, filled to the brim with all her favourites and those she had never found time to get to. The bathroom is similar, filled with her favourites along with what looks like some very expensive alternatives. So not only has she been taken by some sort of immortal all powerful God, he’s been fucking stalking her. Despite the revelation she can’t help but feel a little calm. At least this means she wasn’t being paranoid.

Her internal monologue is broken by the sounds of a bird. She turns to see a raven on the balcony edge. Similar to the bird she saw outside the bookshop, but then all ravens look the same to her. She walks out onto the balcony.

“Hello there friend, don’t tell me you’ve been kidnapped too?”

“No actually-” the bird starts to talk and she yells. Stumbling backwards and nearly falling.

“Talking birds, okay this feels like a mental break,” she mutters to herself.

“No sorry,” the bird caws, readjusting, “Should have warned you, I'm Matthew. I help  Morpheus, Lord Morpheus I mean.”

“Matthew…” she thinks back to what Morpheus said, “You’re my guide?”

“Guide, chaperone, babysitter. Whatever you prefer.”

“Okay this is just getting fucking weirder by the minute.”

“”Why don’t I show you around the dreaming? I can show you the throne room, the library, the kitchens…”

Matthew keeps talking but Y/n realises something. Fuck her medication. Walking back into the room she heads for the bathroom. If Morpheus has been going through her stuff maybe he brought it here.

“Y/n! Y/n! Hey, I'm talking here.” Matthew caws, flying in the room. Perching on an armchair as she walks past him quickly.

Once in the bathroom she does a search through all the cabinets. Becoming more and more frantic as she comes to the realisation it’s nowhere to be found. She stumbles back in the bedroom, dropping onto the bed. Thinking back to her last dose she wonders how long it’ll be before she starts to go through withdrawal. It’s not like she can just pop out to her doctor's office while she is stuck here. She also doesn’t want to have to ask Morpheus for anything.

"Is everything alright, you kinda spaced out on me there?"

For a minute Y/n thinks about telling Matthew. But there's too big a chance he'll tell Morpheus or maybe Morpheus can read his mind. She doesn't even know if she can trust him yet. Swallowing down her panic she tries to make her voice as even as possible.

"Just realised I never checked to see if my medications were here. You know, iron supplement."

"Oh phew, well I can tell Morpheus and he can get them for you."

"Really it's no big deal. Cmon show me around dreaming."

Y/n hates to admit it but the dreaming is beautiful. Countless rooms, each more wonderful than the last. Matthew tells her more about Morpheus, his duties and powers as dream of the endless. As they walk through the various parts of the palace they pass many different beings. All seem to avoid her eyes and many even bow their heads.

“Why are they doing that?” she asks as they pace yet another person moving out of their way and bowing.

“Well you’re Lord Morpheus’s soulmate and he’s their king. So I guess that makes you a queen?”

“I’m not Morpheus anything and I'm certainly not a queen,” she snaps and Matthew is quick to redirect them.

After touring the grounds they end up at the library and Y/n can't hold back her gasp of wonder.

"Yeah he thought you'd love it here." Y/n ignores him in favour of examining the shelves.

"Oh my queen, I never realised you were here," Lucienne gives a pointed look to Matthew who shuffles awkwardly.

"We just kinda ended up here."

"I had started a collection of books you might enjoy your majesty, i could show-"

"Please don't call me that." Lucienne looks surprised, "My queen or your majesty. I'm not, I’m just Y/n."

"You are Lord Morpheus' soulmate which makes you a queen of the dreaming and of the nightmare realm. It would be improper to refer to you as anything else."

"Not even if I ask you," Y/n looks down, disappointed and Lucienne relents.

"If you wish, Miss Y/n." Y/n beams at that and Lucienne shows her the collection of books before moving away to tend to the library.

Y/n flips through the various books. Finding each one something she would love to read. Picking one at random she settles in an armchair and starts to read.

Time passes strangely in the dreaming and Y/n is unsure how long it is before she looks up from the book. Matthew moves unsettled and she goes to speak before...

There’s the sound of thunder outside, so loud it seems to shake the whole palace. The books start to fall off the shelves and the furniture is shaken about. In fact the whole library seems to shake. The ground beneath her cracks slightly and Y/n jumps up.

"Matthew what’s-" before she can finish her sentence she finds herself no longer in the library. She's back in the room she woke up in. Running to the door she tries to open it but it won't budge. She finds the doors to the balcony the same.

Sitting on the bed her chest feels like someone has just dropped a bag of weights on her. Her breathing comes out shaky and uneven. Her leg shakes and her hand trembles. “No no please not again.” She reaches a hand out to grasp onto the bed sheets, needing to hold something.

"Fuck shit, okay you can do this. Breath in for four, hold for seven, breath out for eight," her voice is wobbly as she forces herself to repeat the steps. Ignoring the panic threatening overwhelming her.

"My name is Y/n L/n, I am in the dreaming, I am safe," she repeats the mantra but it’s not working. The room shakes again and she lies down on the bed. Eyes clenched shut.

Dealing with John Dee was more difficult than expected. Morpheus did not foresee the damage he would do to the dreaming. The only thing he was glad of was that he managed to keep Y/n safe throughout the encounter. Unsure of what might have happened to her, how John Dee might have used her against him.

He takes a deep breath in, using his now restored powers to fix the dreaming. He checks in on Lucienne taking her assessment of damage. It could have been a lot worse, he is thankful he was able to deal with it as quickly as he did.

He sees Matthew perched at the table in the library. "How is my love? She was not hurt was she?" the panic leaks into his voice.

"Well she was freaked out but she disappeared in her room pretty quickly."

"Good. And you…are unharmed?"

"I'm fine, bossman."

Morpheus gives a small smile before he moves off to continue his duties. As much as he wanted to rush straight to his queen it takes several hours before he is able to break away. Not wanting to leave his realm in disarray again. Once everything is accounted for and fixed he makes his way to Y/n's room.

He had wanted to put her in his rooms originally but after listening to Matthew realised it might be too fast. He half expects Y/n to come rushing up to him as soon as he opens the door. Eyes blazing, yelling at him for something or another. He did not know how refreshing he would find it to have someone feel able to speak freely with him. Though his temper was something he needed to control, he did not want his love to be afraid of him.

Waving a hand the door opens easily and he walks in. The room is eerily quiet and it puts Morpheus on edge. He looks around not seeing Y/n anywhere, “ My love? Where are you?” he tries to keep his voice steady. There’s the sound of a choked sob across the room, he marches over to see Y/n huddled in a corner of the room. He bends down in front of her, keeping his voice low and gentle. “ My heart, are you injured? Are you hurt? Tell me what’s wrong? ”

Y/n is shaking, her head covered by her arms. She slowly lowers them, giving Morpheus a view of her tear stricken face. She scrambles forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Please don’t leave me alone again.”

Morpheus feels frozen. His arms stay limp by his side as Y/n burrows into him, pressing her damp face to his neck. He has been so eager for her touch, for her to choose to come to him, to express affection openly. But now he has it he doesn’t know how to react. He doesn’t want her to snap back to reality or to be scared off. It’s only when she lets out another sob that Morpheus finally reacts. He wraps his arms around her, standing up and keeping her in his arms. He feels overcome when she presses her face harder into his neck.

He moves them into his room with a swirl of sand. Placing her down on his bed he keeps as much contact as possible as he lies down next to her. With her bundled to his chest. He keeps one arm holding her close while the other pets her head. “ Shhh, my love, everything is okay. I am here, I won’t leave you. ” He presses a kiss to her forehead, savouring the feeling of having her so close.

She is mumbling something into his neck but he can’t decipher it. He twines their legs together, almost every inch of them touching. He makes his jacket disappear and covers them with the blanket. “My queen let me take care of you.” Slowly she starts to relax. He watches as she falls asleep, keeping hold of her even then. Not wanting to waste a single second of this.

Waking up Y/n feels well rested for the first time in years. She hums contentedly, taking a deep breath in. Smiling at the deep woody smell. It's then that she realises she’s not alone. Registering the strong arm wrapped around her middle. Holding her against the mystery person's chest. She turns to look over her shoulder seeing those stormy blue eyes gazing at her with far too much adoration.

She yanks herself free of his grip and stumbles out of the bed. Falling out of the covers onto the plush rug. Morpheus sits up, covers pooling around his lap. He looks striking against the dark blue bed sheets. It’s the first time she’s seen him without his coat but he still carries that air of command. His hair is more messed up than usual but of course he looks gorgeous. As if he was carved from marble.

He gracefully climbs out of the bed standing in front of her, holding out a hand “ Need some help my heart. ” she scoffs. Getting up without his help, she readjusts the dress she’s wearing. It wasn’t exactly designed for sleeping so it had rolled up throughout her sleep. She straightens up and sees Morpheus staring at her.

“How is it that even just awake you are the most stunning being i have ever seen in my life ,” He speaks so casually and she feels herself becoming flustered under his gaze. “If there was ever doubt of a benevolent creator, you would dispel all doubts. For only a truly benevolent creator would grace humanity with a living masterpiece.”

Dumbstruck by his words she feels desperate to change the conversation. Deciding to take the offensive, “Where am I?” she demands to know.

“In my bedroom my heart.”

“Kidnapping me from my world wasn’t enough, now you’re taking me from the room I have here,” she is careful not to call it her room.

“You were very upset last night, I thought it would be best to keep us together. You certainly wanted that. ” his words are a pointed reminder of last night causing her hackles to rise.

“Well locking someone in a room with no warning and no way out is a sure fire way to upset someone.”

“I apologise, there was an intruder in the realm. I thought only of your safety. ”

“An intruder, who?”

He steps closer, brushing a hand underneath her chin. His thumb brushing gently along her bottom lip. “It is nothing for you to worry about, I have dealt with them my love."

“Stop fucking touching me,” she jerks her head away, walking towards the door.

“You are quite fickle aren’t you?”

“Last night was an anomaly. Trust me it wasn’t that I wanted your comfort. I only needed your weird hypnotising trick you do. Nothing else.”

“Hypnotising?” He looks genuinely confused.

“The thing you do you know, when you touch me. To make me feel calm and floaty.”

Morpheus takes a minute to process this information before his eyes light up. A smug smile settled on his face. “I assure you that there is no “hypnotising trick” as you call it. It is our bond. It’s only natural for my touch, as your soulmate, to comfort you.”

“More with this soulmate bullshit,” she scoffs, “Why should i trust anything you say anyway?”

“You may not trust me but you will not disrespect our bond my heart,” His tone takes on a threatening edge and she feels a tinge of fear.

But she stays where she is staring him down, “Fuck. You.” In the blink of an eye she feels the hard wall against her back. Morpheus crowds up against her, pinning both her wrists in one hand above her head. “You seem unable to decide between fearing me and provoking me.”

She knows she should stop but she can’t. “You seem unable to decide between saying you’ll do anything for me and pushing me up against walls,” she snarks back. Part of her feels embarrassed, for Morpheus to see her when she was vulnerable. For her to beg for his comfort. The man who kidnapped her. The other part of her just feels fucking pissed off. “So if you could make up your mind. I'm getting sick of guessing if you’re trying to court me or threaten me.”

He leans in close, and Y/n begins to regret her words before he backs off altogether. Storming away before disappearing in a cloud of sand. Y/n slides down the wall. The adrenaline that was fuelling her anger disappeared as quickly as Morpheus did. What the fuck has she done now.

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[nikkisheep]

The heart wants what the heart wants (Part 5)

past steve harrington x nancy wheeler

eventual steve harrington x reader

slight Jonathan Byers x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Nancy and steve are fully broken up, Jonathan kinda has a thing for the reader and asks her on a date, tension

Summary: Weeks go by since Nancy and Steve broke up. With Steve knowing how he feels about you, he is willing to do anything to win you back. Now with Jonathan Byers taking interest in you, is Steve too late?

Tag list: @ilovedilfs32, @louweasleymalfoy, @drxwstxrkxy, @mess-in-side, @ssolariiaa, @khaylin27, @fujiihime, @dig1taldruglord, @sundarksposts, @tayburkulosis, @imagineme2you

When someone you are in love with is hurting, you want to make them feel better. The only problem with this is that Steve was the one hurting me. I know about the break up between Nancy and Steve. Dustin had told me. To be honest, I was happy that Nancy was letting go of Steve. She deserves someone who loves her and only her, we both do. Steve had called a couple of times and everytime, I had to tell him to leave me alone. The truth was, I didn't want him to leave me alone. Not really.

I sit through another boring lesson in Chem and I thanked God when the bell rang. I was walking down the hall when I ran straight into Jonathan Byers. His camara was hanging around his neck and he had his bag slung over his shoulder. I had to admit, the older Byers boy was cute.

"Hi, Jonathan. Sorry about that." I tell him.

"Don't worry about it," He laughed.

He was kind too.

"Is this a new camara?" I ask. Pointing to the camara around his neck.

"N-no, it's not." He said.

"Wow, you must take care of that thing for it to look brand new." I smile.

Jonathan smiled back and we chatted for a bit. I had only talked to him a little bit before. When his brother was missing, I would go over to his house and check up on his mom. It was honestly breathtakingly sad to see how Will's disappearance was driving Joyce crazy. I would probably be the same way.

"I have to go but I would love to see some of your work," I tell him before running off.

I run out the building and head to my car. Steve was leaning against my car. Looking at him confused, I go to the driver's side. Steve still doesn't leave.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"I need to talk to you," Steve said.

"Why?"

"I want to make things right."

"You want to make things right?"

"Yes."

I nod for him to get in the car and he does. I roll my eyes. I wasn't mad at Steve. I understood. I had done the same thing. I told him I was in love with him while he was in a relationship and he did the same back, minus the relationship on my part. I smile at the feeling of Steve being in my car again. It has been so long since the last time. I pull into my driveway and we make our way inside.

"So, plead your case." I tell Steve.

"I have missed you so much. I miss your laugh at my stupid jokes, your smile. I have missed being your friend. I have missed having you over at my place. I just miss you and who I was with you. You made me so happy and then I ruined it. I will do anything. Please, let me make it up to you. You've been my best friend for ten years. I miss you," Steve pleads.

"Steve-"

"No, I am not done. I will spend everyday making it up to you if I need to. I have never needed you so badly in my life than I do now. I miss everything about you. I wake up and you are my first thought. I go to bed and you are my last thought. You consume me even though you want nothing to do with me, I understand. I really messed up but I am here now. I am here now, Y/n. I am asking to let me be back in your life. I want to be back in your life. I just need you."

"Steve, I don't know what to say. I can't forget the hurt you caused me." I say. Listening to him made tears form.

"God, when am I going to stop crying over Steve Harrington?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Y/n, if you want I can even do your homework. What is it this time? Chem?"

"I would never let you do that. You failed Chem," I laugh.

"With a C-. Okay."

"Oh wow, even better." I giggle.

Steve moves closer. His chest is touching mine. I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. Everything was Steve. His smell, his presence. Everything.

"I know you missed me too, Y/n." He breathed into the air.

"No, I have not." That was a huge lie.

"I can tell by your breathing that you are lying. Y/n, please let me make it up to you. I will do anything," He says. One hand coming up to my chin, lifting my face to look at his.

"I will do anything. Just name it," He whispers.

My breathing picks up and a blush creeps up on my cheeks. I stare into his brown eyes and lose myself. He licks his pink lips and my gaze falls onto his lips. Exhaling a shaky breath, I force my eyes back up to his. His hand comes to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. His touch causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

"You want to become my friend again or something else?" I ask, looking into his eyes again.

"Whatever you want. Anything you want," He breathes out.

We get closer.

"Anything I want?"

"Anything your heart desires. If you want me, you have me."

His hands come onto my hips. This was wrong. This was wrong but why did it feel so right? No, I needed to get away from him. I have to or I will do something I shouldn't.

"This feels right, Y/n. I know you feel it too."

"No, this is wrong."

"If it's wrong, then why does it feel right?" Steve asks.

"We can't. We need to be friends first. You just broke up with Nancy," I say.

At the sound of her name, the spell we were under breaks. Steve moves away and I slightly miss his warmth. I shake my head and walk to the kitchen to get something to drink. My body shakes with tension. I was still a victim to Steve's spell that he has casted on me once I fell in love with him. He says a few sweet words and I am ready to jump a cliff at his word. Steve comes up behind me.

"Steve, don't. We can't."

"We can but you have to want it."

His breath fans across my neck.

"Stevie, we can't. I want to but we can't. I can't."

I move away from him and go across the kitchen. I needed to put some kind of distance between us. It was like putting a lit match close to gasoline. If they get too close, they can burst into flames and burn everything around them.

"Steve, I need you to leave for now. I will think about your offer, about us being friends and then I will call you when I have decided." I tell him.

Steve says nothing but leaves. I let out a shuddering breath and run to my room. I can not believe that just happened. I let Steve get so close after everything he has done. The phone rings and I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Jonathan from school."

"Oh hi, Jonathan." I smile.

"I was wondering if I could take you to see some of my work and maybe buy you dinner?" He asked. I smiled.

"I would love that. Meet me at my house at 6." I tell him and hang up. Jonathan calling distracting me from Steve's propsal about us being friends. Jonathan had never done anything to me. He was a sweet boy who loved his mom and little brother.

Six o'clock comes around fast and I hear Jonathan's car outside. He honks. I was wearing a black skirt with a white shirt. My shoes pad against the pavement as I walked to his car. He was wearing a blue shirt with blue jeans. His hair was brushed. He looked good.

"Hi," I say while getting in.

"Hey, I hope this isn't weird for you." He said nervously.

"As long as you don't plan on killing me, I think that this is not weird at all." I smile.

"I-I am not going to kill you. I promise."

"Jonathan, I know. I was just joking." I laugh.

"Oh," He said a lot calmer.

"Why are you nervous?"

"I just like you a lot and I don't want you to be uncomfortable," Jonathan said.

"You never make me uncomfortable," I tell him with a smile.

Jonathan pulls out of the driveway and starts driving to a diner for dinner. I smiled when I saw where we were going. My parents never liked going to diners. They believed it was for poor people. I thanked Jonathan when he opened my door and I took his hand to get out. We walked in and I was so excited. Jonathan walked awkwardly beside me so I grabbed his arm and hung onto him. I leaned my head against his shoulder while we made our way to a table.

"Thank you so much for this, Jonathan."

"You like it?" He sounded surprised.

"Of course, I do. I don't get to come to little diners like this very often. Why are you surprised?"

"Because your family is rich and I thought you would think I am poor which I kinda am." He rambled.

"Jonathan, money does not define us. I like it here. I think it's cute," I tell him. I grab his hand and stroke the top.

After a while, Jonathan had me laughing so hard I had to run to the little bathroom to pee. I was having such a good time. I hadn't felt like this since before Steve started dating Nancy. I looked at my beaming face in the mirror. I looked happy. I was smiling so much, my cheeks hurt. I washed my hands and walked back to our table. There was a cheesecake sitting at my place.

"What is this?" I ask Jonathan.

"I got you desert. I thought you might like it."

"Thank you so much," I gush.

"You don't have to thank me. I was just being nice."

"Well, maybe I want to thank you." I giggle.

I grab his fork and give him a little taste. My jaw went slack while I watched him close his mouth around the cake sitting at the end of the fork I was holding. His eyes were closed and his tongue peaked out to lick the crumbs away from his pink lips. I turn away and stare at my cheesecake. We decide to share and again we were in his car. He was taking me to see some of his pictures.

"Wow, Jonathan. These are so good," I admire one of the pictures. It was the sky with stars in it. The moon was shining bright in the image.

"Thank you," He blushed.

The dark room lights highlighted his features. He looked good, I will admit. I move closer to him and look over his shoulder to look at the image in his hands. It was a picture of his mom and Will. They were smiling. The leaves were flying around them.

"Your family looks really happy," I say with a smile.

Jonathan turns his head slightly to look me in the eyes.

"Yeah they do." He said.

I look at some more pictures and I could feel Jonathan's eyes on me. I smirked at that.

"Do you like watching people?" I ask.

"W-what?"

"I see you observe people. I don't mean in a perv way. I don't think you are, I just notice you observing." I laugh.

"Yeah, I perfer to observe people because people don't always say with they feel. It's easier to get to know someone without listening to lies. You see the real them." He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I agree. I observe people too."

"Really?'

"Yeah, of course. It's how I choose friends."

"Am I a friend?"

"Do you want to be?" I ask. We move closer. He stands right in front of me.

"Do you want me to be?"

"I think you take me out on a couple more dinner dates and show me more of your work, then I will consider if your a friend or something else." I suggest.

"I can do that," Jonathan nods his head.

"Good, I can't wait." I say before leaving.

Jonathan stands there for a second and runs after you.

[yakultii]

idk what happened to the chain but imma do this v belated anyway bc i love talking ab my boring self also @yakultstan was tagged but imma do it here lol

1. Are you named after anyone? my first name.. nope..my dad named me and I hate my name. It doesn’t suit me at all.. my middle name however is named cause it’s the same as my mum’s middle name and every other white bitch in the country.. it’s also the same name as my dad’s biological mother who we don’t speak of and they made it very clear that I was not named after her LOL.

2. When was the last time you cried?maybe a week or two ago.. my emotions are hella unregulated so I randomly cry watching A Norris Nuts YouTube video but can’t ever cry over personal trauma or wanting to die.. I think it would be healthy for me to cry every day if I could and would save me a lot of trouble caused by terrible coping mechanisms.

3. Do you have kids? Nope. Kinda scary to think my mum had 3 kids by my current age… and look how they each turned out(not good).. I think it would be morally irresponsible for me to have kids who share my DNA at this point but if I make it to my future.. who knows what path I go down.

4. What sports do you/have you played?: mostly athletics as a kid (sprinting and long jump at competitive level) and as I got older different distances in running (did my first half marathon when I was 15) but honestly now just surviving feels like an elite sport :,)

5. Do you use sarcasm? All the time especially a lot more when I was younger though cause in recent years I’ve kinda stopped as I keep offending people.. only due to the fact that when I am being sarcastic I sound serious and when I am being serious I sound sarcastic rip. Nah I’m sure I still use it a lot.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about somebody? Usually either their outfit if it slays so hard or their facial structure/facial expression

7. Eye colour? Controversial (apparently) but my eye colour genuinely changes dramatically in the light. Sometimes people tell me my eye are bright blue, sometimes people tell me they are green, sometimes they tell me they are a mix of both and quite often people tell me they are grey !!!! I’ve also had someone think they were hazel which is kinda wild and a one off but that person hadn’t seen me irl.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I’m kinda boring but real life gives me enough anxiety I’m not going to willingly put myself through more.

9. Any talents? Literally none. well maybe my ability to pull off top marks on all my academic essays having written them all the night before but I’m not proud of it. Nothing too exceptional though.. I can juggle? No I’m actually really talented at still being alive when so many past circumstances should have resulted in death!

10. Where were you born? A small country town in the state of Victoria, Australia.

11. Hobbies? bed rotting for all but approx 2 hrs everyday(not proud of it), writing shit amateur poetry on @yakultstan going for walks in nature sometimes, eating food, studying? planning trips and travelling but not so much recently. idk I’m barely a person these days :,)

12. Any pets? Yesss my Yellow Labrador named Flume and my black cat named Angel (she’s literally like 16yrs old and still acts like a bby) but sadly they live at my family home 4hrs away from where I live :( we also have many other pets like chickens, goats, more dogs, more cats etc that aren’t mine. Sadly none where I currently live in the city other than the growing mould in my apartment :)

13. Height? 160cm/5’3ish (shorter than everyone expects)

14. Favourite subject? It was English by far in school and we also had a social justice class I loved back in the day but in university sociology for sure and a little bit of philosophy

15. Dream job? I don’t dream of working. in saying that if I was in good health there are a million things younger me dreamed of doing..teacher, journalist, social worker, outdoor education leader, international aid worker,author - the list goes on forever but I won’t continue or I’ll make myself sad.

Tagging ppl but only do if u want ofc <3

@hela-fortia @sfsolstice @manicmoonbug @user-terminal

(get to know me tag)

lets goooo

1. Are you named after anyone? Funnily enough, on my father's side, we had this tradition where all our initials are identical. But no, I wasn't named after anyone in particular.

2. When was the last time you cried? It's been a while tbh. Think it was a month or two back? Life be hittin sometimes.

3. Do you have kids? No I don't and I never really planned on it.

4. What sports do you/have you played? I used to stay after school and play basketball with my friends but I was so bad. I did do Muay Thai as well but only for a short while and I'd love to get back into that.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Oh most definitely. Love sarcasm.

6. What's the first thing you notice about somebody? Energy, energy, energy.

7. Eye color? A very dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings for sure. I really like neutral endings too.

9. Any talents? I'd say my creativity. I pour a lot out and love to express myself through EVERYTHING. Safe to say I'm kind of a perfectionist because of it.

10. Where were you born? Good ol' Virginia, USA.

11. Hobbies? Words, music, art, that kind of thing. There's a guy on youtube named ghowste who makes the best beats to freestyle to.

12. Any pets? Not anymore. Never had my own pet, just pets that were always passed down to me because their owner didn't want them anymore.

13. Height? I'm 5'7ish.

14. Favorite subject? English. Psychology was fun too.

15. Dream job? Honestly this changes for me a lot. I really wanted to be a Banquet Chef at the Smithsonian in DC but I gave up my cooking career. I did make it to the Fine Arts Museum here in Virginia before I quit which was amazing. If I had to pick a new one though it'd probably have something to do with communication and therapy. I'm bad as hell at communicating but I've been told I give great advice.

Thank you for tagging me @ivaspinoza. It was fun :)

I don't know many tumblr folks so I'm just tagging a few accounts I saw in my notifs, no pressure ofc

@toxifoxx @fuuuckimhi @skimbradsteen @zelphafrost @yakultstan @babalobobo @real-dooozy

[melodythebunny]

This is fine - monster au

Between me finding that comic yesterday and @ninjastormhawkkat mentioning snuggles I decided to write...

A PREQUEL!

(Or something-)

Tagging you guys so you can be subjected to my 3 am writing 😈

@drtwobrainsstuff @liloskull343 @spaaceeboyy @lartmacabre @earth-420-69 @ninjastormhawkkat

There was many things Carrie knew she would look back on later in life and tell her kids and grandchildren about.

but NOT BEING NABBED BY A GIANT MOUSE.

She was simply minding her own business, going shopping if for the evening. NOT trying to be robbed AND DEFINITELY not trying to be whisked away by a local criptic.

Yet here she was hanging from the creatures mouth, dangling like a leaf in the wind as it ran. It took while before it slowed down and by then, she was already dizzy and disoriented. The young woman shook her head trying to get rid of the nausea she was feeling from being jostled around.

It was crawling at a normal speed by now, giving her time to examine her surroundings. It looked like an old abandoned factory. similar to the old cheese factory just outside of town she saw an old cheese advertisement, confirming her suspicion.

So the fiend had been hiding here the whole time!

.

One the company lost A ton of money, the workers just left. They didn't bother packing any equipment with them. And due to time and climate many of the tools to run production began eroding away.

The mouse like creature turned into what used to be the cheese vault. Chewed through boxes and wrappings were telltale signs the creature ran through the old supply. Which would have lasted the town for 10 years on average.

in the middle of the enormous storage room, was a messy pile of hay, paper, cardboard and as well as some cotton.

It had taken her to it's nest.

Was it going to eat her? No. She read from the numerous reports that the were beast only had an appetite for cheese.

Mice usually lived in groups called mischiefs. There however was just one weremouse… so maybe it was just lonely.

"uhh…Thanks…for helping me?" Her small voice barely ducking in the large space.

carrie wasnt sure if the weremouse could even understand her. Then again it helped her from those men, so maybe it could. She kept speaking in a calm tone despite her underlining fear. After all it wasn't like you see a giant mouse everyday.

Aside from the were mouse's height, Carrie frowned at her shortness. It made the floor seem a longer way down. She closed her eyes trying to take her focus off that, being that she had a mild discomfort of hieghts.

"but ummm…could you put me down now…?" She asked cringing inwardly as her voice became somewhat high pitched from fear.

It blinked before slowly lowering her to the ground. She sighs in relief. She falls into the pile bits of hay sticking to her hair and clothes. the ginger brushed them off as best as she could. Barely gotten to take a step forward before she was pulled backwards.

Carrie Lets out a small "eep!", startled by the sudden movement. Her brain was still processing the last few moments.

The mouse's paws gripped firmly, keeping her in place. The message was clear.

Stay.

'This is okay…i'm fine. This is fine.' she thinks trying to calm herself.

cautiously, she glanced over the now laying weremouse. Her jade eyes meet its crimson red ones.

It nudged over a price of some cheese. Gouda…smoked gouda. She wasn't hungry right now though. Even if she was, she was too busy trying not to panic.

Carrie would've attempted to leave again but decided against it. The last thing she wanted to do was tick the mouse off. The creature's fur was warm and soft. Like a soft carpet or blanket. She yawns suddenly feeling sleepy. Low snores came from the mouse. The eyes were closed signalling signs of sleeping. well, it wasn't trying to hurt her, so that was a plus?

Exhaustion eventually caught up. Spending countless nights, trying to help Steven catch the weremouse. She sighed. How ironic. she wasn't going to be back home in time. Their sorta first kinda not date and she wasn't going to be able to make it. Sorta because the restaurant they were going to sounded costly and fancy. kinda not because, Steven was a bit hard for her to read sometimes. He had two kids from previous relationships and his work kept him busy all times of day and night.

date or not date, Carrie didn't want to stand him up either way.

Another yawn.

It was getting harder to keep her eyes open.

A nap wouldn't hurt. She couldn't go anywhere and possibly for the next few hours she'd be will be stuck here.

'sorry steven…'

Carrie snuggles into the fur, feeling safe. maybe it was sleep deprivation talking but hearing the breathing and steady heartbeat of the were mouse was strangely comforting. that added to her sleepiness.

Eventually she blissfully nods off as well.