#now i have to intervene he kicked him in the head 😭

[anonbinaryweirdo]

i love being the older cousin 💞

[guiltyreverie]

Hiya

Saw that you were looking for some request to help get you out of your block (I hate when that happens) so I was wondering if we could get a Zoro x F/GN reader with the prompt "Holding your hand under the guise of not getting lost in a crowd" The swordsman isn't as touchy as Luffy but I think he'd find a way to get that physical touch.

Thanks 🌴

Hey anon, thanks dear for the request 🫶🏻 I love this idea!! It has me all 🤭 giggling and kicking my feet. Also I hope you’re satisifed with this 🤍

Crappy Love Confessions

Pairing: Zoro x gn!reader

Tags: grumpy x sunshine, established relationship, Zoro thinks he’s being slick but you got him all figured out, slight insecurity/jealousy

Warnings: none, just fluff

Writing prompt: “Holding your hand under the guise of not getting lost in a crowd”

Summary: You arrive in a new town and you end up exploring it with your boyfriend by your side

A/N: I mostly wrote this in the middle of my lectures - I hope the person behind me had a blast reading this 😭 and ngl as much as I love grumpy men, they’re lowkey so hard to write (BUT I WELCOME THE CHALLENGE)

Word count: 1.5k

Loud chatter, salesmen shouting and advertising their products filled the air, the smell of various restaurants, children running about - the tunes of a new city filled your senses and you stare around in awe; almost every time it‘s the same deal and every single time you‘re still amazed by this feeling.

Luffy‘s hand met your back and finally pushed you off the boat. “Come on, y/n.“, he was drooling and you looked at him in amusement, “I smell meat!“ - he was already gone - a chuckle escaped your lips at the antics of your captain.

“Cutie-chan“, Sanji gasped dramatically and he grabbed your hands to check if you‘re alright, “are you-„

Zoro‘s grumble interrupted him and the both of them are about to butt heads again; you‘re ready to intervene and prevent the town from getting destroyed by these two but Nami was faster.

“Don‘t you guys have things to do.“, she pointedly stared at Sanji, since he was the one that needed supplies and ingredients for the next few weeks.

Sanji is about to make a flirty remark but stops himself when he sees Nami‘s glare, she pushes him off the deck and Zoro towards your direction, then proceeds to hum around about ‚not having too much fun‘ and your cheeks flush slightly; nonetheless you grin at her and shout back “no promises.“

Zoro looks at you, or well, more like scowls at you and if you didn‘t know any better you‘d think he was mad at you.

Your head tilts slightly to the right - inaudibly asking what‘s wrong.

“It‘s nothing“, he tenses up, and you can see something is bothering him in his eyes - now you could go about this in two ways, either you pester him and force him to tell you or you respect his boundaries and let it be.

You figured he‘d eventually tell you himself once he‘s comfortable enough and let it go, instead you focus on the rumbling town in front of you and smile and start walking, you knew Zoro would follow you either way so you don‘t bother calling out to him.

The both of you check out the shops, while you grab some utilities you also check out the snack vendors, all while Zoro is right behind you following every footstep and holding your bags for you on one arm and the other empty for, probably any worst case scenario he can imagine.

When you see a sword shop out of the corner of your eyes, you smile and turn towards him: “Do you want to check it out?“

He glances at you, then at the shop, he seems to contemplate it, overthink it even; you let out a sigh and step towards the shop: “Come on“, you nudge him, “it‘s at least worth checking out.“ and nudge him into the shop.

You stand beside him, observing him fondly while he checks everything out in deep concentration and gets anything he needs; when you’re ready to check out and leave the store you notice a small dagger - perfect to replace the one that broke recently.

You test out its feeling around your grip and its secureness and smile to yourself in satisfaction - you’ll get this one.

What you fail to notice is your boyfriend staring at you in admiration - for someone so kind you were deadly when threatened - in fact it’s the reason he was so drawn to you in the first place. All you needed was two little daggers and no one stood a chance against you, your bubbly self would disappear and it would almost seem like you had been replaced with the best assassin to walk the earth.

When you glance back at him satisfied with your choice, your breath halts for a moment; the way Zoro was looking at you right now? It almost made your face flush in embarrassment, his eyes were filled with endearment, admiration and something else you can’t pinpoint right now - he always had a hard time vocalizing his feelings for you but he didn’t have to, you always knew how much he cared for you without saying anything.

You clear your throat in an attempt to dissipate the butterflies in your stomach and smile at him: “You got everything?”

He keeps staring at you mesmerized: “yeah, i got everything I need.”, your face flushes slightly and the butterflies you tried to dissipate earlier come back, he didn’t mean just his sword supplies - not with the way he was staring at you.

“Alright.”, you nod and make your way to the cash register and pay up.

Zoro is already outside, leaning against the wall, while waiting for you, when you get out he promptly gets up and walks beside you, he seems to contemplate something, you were about to ask if there’s anything else he wants to check out when grasps your hand. Your face flushes when his large calloused hand wraps around your smaller softer one and you grin brightly - the warmth inside you only growing bigger and bigger.

He looks away, his voice slightly hoarser than before: “I can’t risk getting lost.”, you raise an eyebrow in amusement, his blushing ears clearly betraying his actual thoughts.

“Sure.”, you smirk clearly unconvinced by his reasoning.

Now the both of you walk together, your hands intertwined and you hum happily looking for your next destination.

The both of you walk around more until it’s late in the evening; your feet hurt from walking around all day and you decide to finally go back to the ship.

“Zoro”, you pout, the sting getting worse and worse.

He sighs slightly then proceeds to let go of your hand before he kneels down in front of you: “Hop on.”

The warm feeling in your chest, once again, consumes you - god you love him - you get on his back and wrap your arms around him while he grabs the back of your thighs and picks you up.

Fondly you kiss his cheek: “Thanks, dear.”

He ‘hmphs’ slightly and grumbles: “you’re too light, do you even eat?”

“Y’know I always finish Sanji’s food”, you grin, “you just lift abnormal weights.”

He tenses up slightly when you mention Sanji: “Don’t mention his name.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Sanji and him always fight but he usually didn’t react this badly at his name being mentioned; finally, it clicks in your head and you manage to connect the dots.

“Is this about this morning?”, you lean your head on his.

“I don’t like when he’s being close to you.”, he sighs.

You smile and hold him tighter: “I don’t care for him, in the same way I care for you. No amount of flirting from his side can change that.”

“It’s not that. I trust you, it’s just..”, he seems to gather his thoughts, trying to put them into words and you let him - he needs to realize just how important it is to let you in. His jaw tenses up and he clearly seems uncomfortable being vulnerable, even if it’s you he's talking to. “It just makes me think that I can never be as vocal as him; He doesn’t mind crappy love confessions or public affection.”

It takes you a few seconds to even process his words - was he insecure?

“Zoro”, you motion for him to let you go and you quickly step up before him, grasping his face, “I don’t want crappy love confessions or public affection or anything else, I want you.”

“Ok but what if me being me isn’t good enough at one point and you want to do better - you certainly can, if you want to.”, he looks at you, the uncertainty finally clear in his eyes and it pains you, leaves you wondering for how long he had been harboring such thoughts.

“No, fuck that, I don’t want better, because there is no better.”, you bite your lips slightly, “ for me? You’re the best pick, Zoro. I love you, the way you are and I want nothing more than for you to keep being yourself and it’s not going to change any time soon. You hear me?”, you hold his face once again and genuinely look at him, he needs to believe you, trust that you won’t leave him.

“I’m just being stupid, aren’t I?”, he smiles at you a little stunned.

You smile and shake your head: “No, not stupid. Human.”

He raises an eyebrow slightly at your choice of words but accepts it nonetheless. He kisses your forehead earnestly and once again kneels for you to get on his back.

You grin and hop on, hugging him tightly.

He clears his throat: “I love you, too, by the way.”, your grin brightens - and he says he isn’t the type for crappy love confessions.

Together you guys walk through the bustling town back to the ship, the warm sunset fitting the atmosphere inside your chest.

[everyandanything]

turning myself into a copypasta (yes even this part 😭) bc when I have a thought I need about 100 different opinions on it to feel validated so…. everyandanything I’m sorry but you’re my next victim………

thinking about musical!darry letting pony beat him up……. not fighting against him, just letting him tackle him flat on his back and pound his once soft now permanently hardened kid fists down on his chest and arms, the devastation on his face once soda intervenes, it’s the only way he thinks pony will ever be able to open up to him bc He hit him First in his own moment of grief and overwhelming frustration and so he wants pony to punish him for it if only just to get him to do something to help himself……..

resetting the scene…. *opens fic outline…who said that..* he remembers cradling a brand new ponyboy in his arms, he sees him swaddled in a pink blanket bc their parents had been expecting a girl bc they were both part of “two boys and a girl” families (#start your own lore challenge), baby pony loved to squeeze darry with that classic baby strength when he was upset and as 14 year old pony is on top of him screaming in his face bright red and teary holding the meat of his biceps with his nails a part of him sees that tiny baby again and only wants to hold him and soothe him like he used to be able to, take everything he’s ever said in the last few months back, drive himself to the store after work that day, but he can’t!!!! he’s already damaged their family too much, and if pony needs to let it all out like a baby throwing a tantrum- unable to truly express what they feel without physicality- then who the fuck is Darry to take that from him? soda is sitting at the table still, poking his dinner with the prongs of his fork and silently trying to keep himself steady as he !yet again! antagonizes their brother, struggling to swallow around the lump in his throat, he finds himself waiting for soda to jump in too, to kick him in the ribs and the back of the head. he needs it just as much as pony, he uses soda as a crutch too often and pushes him in the middle, almost resenting him for how intact he’s kept his relationship with pony while he grows farther and farther away from them both to the point he isn’t even a brother, not even a parent or an uncle, more like a principal or a jail warden or something of the like. soda is practically shaking in his seat, he’s angry and Darry wants him to be. they deserve to be angry and whatever else he’s made them bury when he’s around. he knows it’s selfish to be thinking of all of the wrong he’s done his babies when they hurt so bad, he knows, but it’s his fault really… he should’ve let pony be when he didn’t want to talk to him, he should’ve never thrown the bills at soda’s feet and rattled pony in the kitchen, he should’ve picked up his own frosting instead of begging for it for his birthday… soda slams his utensils on the table and rushes the clump of ponyboy and Darry on the living room floor, he grabs the back of pony’s shirt and pushes Darry’s shoulder until they separate. pony keeps crying in a ball as far from them both as he can get in the smaller space, and soda is trembling, arms out to keep Darry away from him and vise versa covered in tears of his own. his first brother, who he taught how to say swear words in secret in elementary school and was there when he said his first word while their parents were sleeping because he had a stomach ache that kept him up all night and he was so obsessed with watching over the baby in his room and sang him songs when he would fuss and believe him he Did, even when he was happy he would cry and cry… soda is blushing down his neck sobbing before he even gets coherent words out between them, it pulls Darry apart. he wants them to unleash it all on him so badly, he wants to rid them of their pain in any way that will work no matter the cost…. but he can’t… he can’t hardly open his mouth to talk to them as they cry now, but when he does..

/You’re our little brother and we love you. Did you hear what I just said… I said I love you./

he’s thought it plenty. he loves his brothers like no one’s ever loved anything and he’d bet the world on that. but he hasn’t said it in so long, not out loud, only when saying his prayers at night asking whatever’s even out there for some fucking good fortune and good luck for once, not even for him just for them…

ponyboy glances up out of the crook of his elbow and then covers his ears. he’s still so small, he’s barely a real teenager… soda’s shoulders drop like weight is shedding off of him little by little, he holds Darry’s arm like it’s the only thing he needs to keep himself upright or he’ll fall over and die right there, resting the side of his face against his bicep. soda is getting big, he’ll be 18 in a year, but he still feels like a baby… his first brother, the littlest forever in his eyes. Darry wants to scoop them up and say it again and again, to make up for everything he’s already said and done, to dig it into their heads that he loves them so much it makes him feel sick and it’ll never change even if pony still hates him in the morning and soda finally gives up on keeping him sane.

there’s a knock at the door and he stops talking, both of his brothers scrambling to different corners. Darry stays on the floor a second longer to catch his breath.

#KeepTorturingDarryCurtis …… who said that 😟

( also!!!!!! I LOVED born a grease I was sitting up every night checking the outsiders fandom tag waiting for new chapters with the power of believing and I’m so sad it’s ended but also so happy that you’ve gotten so much love bc it was incredible </3 )

Anon you can’t just drop something like this in my ask box and run. Just shatter my heart and then leave the scene of the crime, come back! I have so many questions for you!! I could read a million more words of this!!

But ughhh you totally get Darry’s self loathing and anger towards himself especially at this point in the story, like the lines “it’s the only way he thinks pony will ever be able to open up to him bc He hit him First in his own moment of grief and overwhelming frustration and so he wants pony to punish him for it if only just to get him to do something to help himself” and “he finds himself waiting for soda to jump in too, to kick him in the ribs and the back of the head.” and “he should’ve let pony be when he didn’t want to talk to him, he should’ve never thrown the bills at soda’s feet and rattled pony in the kitchen, he should’ve picked up his own frosting instead of begging for it for his birthday” are so it.

AND THEN!!! Pair it with this: “he loves his brothers like no one’s ever loved anything and he’d bet the world on that.”

Like that’s it!! You're so right. That’s 100% darry. He loves his brothers and would do anything for them, sure he doesn’t always know how to express it, sure sometimes it comes out angry, sure he’s tired and drained and and the world hasn’t treated him fair, but he loves Soda and Pony, he’s given up everything for them, and yet all he can see are all the ways he fails them. He loves them “like no one’s ever loved anything” and yet he thinks he deserves nothing but hate and anger from both of them for all the ways he’s wronged them. He can’t imagine a world where either of his brothers love him back, because in his mind, he doesn’t deserve it. Everything that's gone wrong for his brothers, even down to his parents death, is his fault. And why should they love someone that does nothing but make their lives worse?

Anon I’m so serious write like a million more things about the Curtis brothers and I’ll be sat every single time. This is so so good. 

(and thank you for the kind words, so glad you enjoyed born a grease!! 🫶🏻🥹 but most of all thank you for sending this to my ask! Don't know what I did to get Darry angst just hand delivered to my inbox like the morning news but this was lovely and soul crushing all at once. Seriously would love to read more of your writing !!! ).

[simp4konig]

My personal thing, if you don’t mind me sharing <3, about König, while I know he has the potential to literally kill you without a second thought, I feel like he has a soft spot of children. Parents not so much, but he always spares the children. Now, for the bad behaved children I feel like he would give a scary talking to 👀

Because König feels very strongly about bullying, so if he heard a kid was bullying the other kid? Would come to their immediate rescue and shut the bully down harshly. For him, that’s a mercy, but he promises that if he ever hears word or sees them acting like that again he won’t be as “merciful”. But to the Victims he would console them, but also give them his harsh reality of “you have to be stronger than your enemies” and as much as he wants them to keep their innocence, he doesn’t want them to be weak either. Or worse killed.

But that’s just my little HC 😌

Anon rhis is such a good headcannon???? 🥹🥹 lemme just..,🤏🤌

No i don't mind qt all!!! 😊 If anuthing, im so glad you shqred this with me 🥰💖 bc I felt IMMEDIATELY inspired by this headcannon !!😽✨💖...

... so jere are MY headcannons for YOUR headcannon 🙈🙈⛅🌻💞💕💓✨🌼 Took me a short while to formulate my answer, so srry for the delayed reply 😿 I saw this as soon as you sent me this an i dont want u to tjink i ignored you at all:(</33

König with a soft spot for children headcannons🥺🥺

+ father König drabbles🤭

Word count: ~2022

*If you ignore my VERY angsty depiction of König's childhood, then it's totally pure fluff all around 💖✨🤗

*General headcannons for König

Writinf block is fuckinf AGONY and im in PAIN 😭😭💔💔 give me time to recover and ill powt two fully-fleshed out fanfics sometime soon 🙏🥺

Tag List ♡ @simpforkonig ♡ @abysslovesyou ♡ @puff0o0 ☆ @rustic-guitar-notes ☆ @happy-mushrooms ♡ @reyner-lee

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König, having been bullied all of his childhood, is FIRMLY against bullying.

To see a little girl/boy being labelled an outcast is oh too familiar to him, and hits far too close to home than it should. Brings back the insecurities, the feeling of being utterly humilated, a permanent reminder of his not fitting in. Literally.

Primary school: bullied for being a beanstalk, for head hitting the door frame, for being abnormally large, a "mutant"; balls hurtled at him in dodgeball, all competing in finding out who can knock out the "freak"; knees kicked from behind and legs buckling from the attack, a stampede of legs stamping on him as he cowered on the floor, helpless, and no one caring to help, teachers observing idly nearby.

Secondary school: nose broken to "fix" his crooked features, his "ugly" face; cast aside in class photos for "ruining the picture"; people of his own age turning their heads in the other way in disgust, avoiding him like the plague.

As if his "ugliness" was contagious, and if anyone was to touch him they'd catch the disease.

Power surpassing his tormentors, yet too powerless to fight back, he endured, yet didn't overcome.

Lasting trauma changed König's own perception of self completely.

It took a long time becoming the cocky and confident commander he presents himself as. To stand up to his full height and embrace himself for who he was and is, to be self-assured, domineering, and boisterous with others irrespective of their rank. The Colonel; a hardened soldier; a strict man of discipline exerting his authority over all, not at all sympathetic towards anyone.

Deep down, he is still that young boy, vulnerable in the center of a circle of so many pointing fingers and sneering faces. All became a collective body of ridiculing smiles, of sing-song laughter, so many that he lost count.

So, personally vowing to NEVER let his future children (or any children) go through the same turmoil, he would intervene whenever he had the chance to.

For instance, perhaps König was speed-walking home one day, dufflebag slung over his shoulder as he rushed to get back to you as soon as possible after being deployed these past weeks, and maybe he was passing by a playground.

Initially focused on the goal at hand, he couldn't help but turn his head, a small smile under his mask as he felt a wave of nostalgia crash over him. Nostalgic of times before he was forced to integrate with callous society.

Smiling at the oblivious children playing together, kicking their chubby little legs on the swings, sliding down a slide and falling, squealing. All giggling with glee, so innocent.

All except one. His eyes would land on a small girl, bawling on the ground, no older than five years old.

Surrounded by three others, all pointing fingers and laughing, the ringleader making fun of the poor thing as his henchmen stomped the remainder of her sandcastle, kicking sand at her. Hands on hip, chest puffed out triumphantly.

Rubbing her puffy eyes, thick pouting lips drooping in an open-mouthed frown, chin quivering as she struggled to contain her broken sobs, she kneeled on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest.

Usually, in these types of situations, people tend to behave in two very different ways when they see something that happened to them happening before their eyes:

"Why should I help them? I went through the same thing, so it's not my problem" or "I should help! They shouldn't have to go through the same thing".

You can probably already guess under which category König falls into.

He was NOT about to actively play a passive role in ignoring the poor blubbering child, to be downright apathetic like the other adults were in their radius. No way.

Still carrying his dufflebag, imagine the horror of the little shitlings*: seeing an imposing giant 2ft+ taller than them, huge body trudging towards their little troupe; cold, icy-blue eyes half-lidded staring into their bulging ones. Glaring.

Little band of clowns would probably actually shitting themselves fr 💀

Not only does König give the brats a stern talking to (all the while they are nodding their heads with jaws on the floor, knees trembling and nearly caving in on themselves), he later makes it his due diligence to track down the parent(s) and scold them too.

"Was wird deinem Gören zu Hause beigebracht? What do you teach your brat? This behaviour is unacceptable. You have set a terrible example, Du verdammter Idiot. How dare you allow this? Bulling is wrong. Scheiße, are you listening to me? Because you should, Dummkopf. You should be ashamed. I am sure ashamed of you. I swear to Gott—"

Cue 1 hours later, he personally grounds them (the child and parents)... 🤐

...And the child goes with it? Even the adults? 😭

I mean, to be honest, I would too, if a 6'10, body-so-broad-that-it-blocked-all-sunlight-and-did-not-fit-in-the-door-frame Colonel, gesticulating wildly, projecting strongly his German-accented voice, cursing in an aggravated amalgamation of furious English and a spiteful spit of German... Yeah, I'd be pissing my pants not even gonna lie 😭

I'd imagine that the parents would be immediately saluting, images of stupidity on their faces, completely dumbfounded to have their parenting challenged and to learn that their "precious little angel(s) that can do no wrong" actually can do wrong. (sorry guys i hate toddlers with a RAGING PASSION... rant over fyi no more of me insulting shitheads🥰)

As for the sweet, weeping girl, he would crouch down to her height, gentle eyes genuine behind his menacing mask. Slowly lifting the fabric, wary of his facial deformities, his scars, he'd do his best to give her a comforting smile, wanting to make her at ease.

She was not put off by his appearance at all. If anything, she maintained eye contact — was curious yes, so with no filter whispered, "You... you have a nice smile, sir. I like your eyes.

"They're—" a loud sniff, wiping her nose with her sleeve "—they're pretty. "

Taken aback, König's eyes widened. Then, in soft whisper:

"Meine Süße, I'm so very sorry about those— those idiots..."

The girl giggled a little, dimples appearing on her tear-stained cheeks.

"And I'm so very sorry, but there will others. Other idiots," he allowed himself to smile, letting out a dry chuckle.

A tentative hand dropping to her round shoulder, squeezing it every so slightly to emphasise his words. "And you have to be strong, Mädchen. You must be strong. This world isn't a good place for angels like you."

Obviously, he didn't sugarcoat the truth. Situations like this would be unavoidable. He would make that clear.

"I do not condone violence, but—" a wink, acknowledging the irony behind his words. "—if you stick your foot out when one of those brats are walking down the corridors, surely nothing will happen, ja?"

Seeing the girl lighten up, smiling brightly, no signs anymore of crying, he ruffled her hair with a toothy grin.

Letting the veil drop down his face, he suddenly fixed his posture and gave an exaggeratedly goofy salute as he turned to head home, satisfied. All the while the girl waved at him energetically, eyes crinkling up in an adolescent's adorable smile.

On another note: I never really gave it much thought before, but... König as a father? 🥺🥺

Your headcannons unlocked a part of my brain that had been locked. 🤭✨ Needed to upgrade my König skill tree before I got to this poin. 🦸🏼‍♀️ Sure has been worth it, though. 🤩

Ever since he was past his teenage years, the thought of a family was something he longed for. Desired.

Maybe it's because he was taught traditional house roles in his European household, or was longing for something that was out of reach, he couldn't tell.

What he was certain about was that it was his biggest wish. His dream.

Deployed in a foreign country, his favourite past-time was fantasizing about his future with a special someone, to have a big family, and to raise his children, giving them everything good he never had, and to shield them from everything bad he had experienced.

Something in being the breadwinner of the house was so masculine to him, and coming home to so many short, out-stretched arms, so excited to be reunited with their papa clinging on to his long legs brought a tear to his eye.

And, once you two officially became a couple, he knew that he wanted to start a family with you at some point. From the moment he met your eyes, intuition assured him that you would be the right one for him.

If you're a [fertile] female, he wants nothing more than to see miniature you and him running around, sweet cherub faces and their chubby cheeks smiling at him, calling him papa, calling you mama.

Seeing your belly swell up with his baby would strangely give him a sense of pride, proud that you would both bring sacred life into the world together, and would practically worship the ground you walk on. He would want to get this right, for everything to be perfect.

He wouldn't allow you to lift a finger despite your protests, catering to your every need, caring for you in any and all ways he could:

Carrying the groceries, 3 carrier bags in each hand, serving you while simultaneously subtly making you swoon, not missing the googly eyes you made at his strength from his peripheral vision;

Doing the bed, making sure to stock up on additional soft pillows and fluffy blankets so you would rest well, removing all stress from your morning routine, and the discomfort of finding a comfortable sleeping position at night;

Insisting you eat balanced meals, preparing nutritious food that had all the nutrients you would need, the sustenance to feed you and develop a healthy baby.

The gore and guts he had witnessed in the battlefield did not compare at all to the sight of blood staining the hospital bed sheet. The look of horror in his eyes as you went into labour, death grip on his hand, knuckles turning white. He'd be hyperventilating, almost feeling the same pain you were going through 😢💔

Not to say that your agony was worth it, but seeing the beautiful blanketed bundle in your arms, you cooing at the little one, made every single horrific moment combined in his life worthwhile.

All the struggles, the hardships, the troubles; all worth it if it meant seeing you with his child.

If you're anything other ([infertile] female, male, non-binary, etc), König would get so emotional when adopting a newborn with you.

He'd be teary-eyed, unable to hide the emotions.

To think that he'd be rescuing a child, giving them a second chance and making it feel so wanted, so loved. To give it all the love he was missing, the feeling forgotten through years of bullying, abuse, and violence, and war.

He would waste no time building the nursery. Painting the walls, building the crib, buying plush blankets, stuffed teddy bears, toys that would be in no way a choking hazard.

His helicopter parent preparations aside, his dream would be to grow old with you, and be surrounded by children, grand-children, and even great-grand-children, sharing stories as the lively atmosphere was bubbling with life, with a family.

Piggy back rides would be a MUST!! 😡 Or, better yet, his infants (taking turns — dunno if three kids at once is very practical 😭) sitting on his shoulders, seeing the world from so high up. Reaching out, and their head in the clouds.

Bouncing them on his knee, like a train conductor going through heavy turbulence, all the while the little ones would be laughing happily, telling him to go faster.

Every single one of his children cuddled up to him; in his lap, over his shoulders, splayed over his legs, clinging to him like a pack of koalas. 🐨

Reading bed time stories, stroking their head, stood in the door way minutes after his children had fallen asleep. Keeping them safe.

A family of his own. To eventually embarrass endearingly, to squish their cheeks, and tickle their sides, play-wrestle and tease by keeping objects out of reach. His extensive research also included horrible dad jokes, which were made hilarious by their poor translations into English.

Wanting to raise his children the way his mother had raised him while she was still around, to give his children the happy childhood he hadn't had, to make school a positive journey into adulthood. He'd teach them to deal with bullies, to stand up for themselves when he never could...

...And, athough he has good intentions, the truth is that with a father like him no snot-nosed brat would ever dare to mess with the Colonel's children ☠️

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Note: Omg you. csn tell that i got so carried away w/ this😭😭 you know rhat line where König "fantasized" about a family ?yea that was me the entire time wiritng this...💔 God i need to stop daydreamimg excessively ajd return to reality 🥲 ...

...,,jk i wont 🥰💅✨💫 good mental health??😰😰 guurrl we don't know her 💆🏼‍♀️💫✨🧚‍♀️💓

Functioning like a normal human being💔🤮🤮🤮<<<<< Making up vivid scenarios in my head💓💓 😍😍😍

*fyi, shitlings is a loose translation for "gówniaki/gówniarze", an insult you have for children in Polish (similar to the English "shithead"). Do what you will with that new knowledge. The world is your oyster with that one ig 👍

[crazylittlejester]

*prev anon with the very shitty day. Since you're also having a shitty day, have some happy head canons.

Warriors likes to give forehead kisses. He gave them automatically to Tube and Mask, so now when another hero does the same movement or action, like bumping their head too close to his, he automatically gives them kisses. Everyone gets flustered but they like it and sometimes purposely trigger it.

Everyone thinks that Sky is the cuddle bunny, but if a hero gets in the right position to a sleeping Warriors, when he is having a good day, he will pull them into a hug like he used to do to Mask and Tune.

Time remembers campfires with Captain Link singing and Mask playing his ocarina, and sometimes he pulls out his ocarina and encourages Warriors to sing along. Sometimes by kicking him if he doesn't respond promptly.

When Warriors is having a bad day, Twilight likes turning into Wolfie and cuddling him. Neither ever talk about it.

Warriors and Legend are actually best buds and love snarking at each other in a way they can't with the others. They are also the quickest at noticing when the other is having a Bad Day and intervening.

Sky's Loftwing loves Warriors. The feeling isn't exactly mutual but Warriors is too much of a softy to push him away. He just tells himself that it's a really weird horse.

Warriors, Wild, Time, and Twilight bond over being Horse Girls. Warriors and Twilight were very excited when they were introduced to Wild's horses. Not so much when Wild tried to show off the other animals he could ride.

AAAAH THANK YOU FOR THESE, THEYRE ALL SO SWEET!!

Wars is DEFINITELY a forehead kisses kinda guy (that first headcanon is sooo cute), I headcanon his love language is physical touch and he’s getting more comfortable with hugs from people again (even if he does occasionally have his bad days). As long as people warn him before they come too close or touch him, he’s down for a good hug whenever

Sky’s loftwing loving him is sooo sweet 😭 It’s making me wanna write something where those two meet each other. Wars is SUCH a horse girl, I can totally see him convincing himself it’s just a big horse

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Hiyoo^^ I’ve been reading your stuff and let me tell you I.am.in.love.

Can I request the union boys and maybe gray and the boys with a s/o that’s really good at fighting. Kinda like Mikey or Senju from Tokyo revengers.

~Thank you🌸

Hi anon!! AAA THANK YOU SO MUCHH! And yes plss baddie reader 😘

Also, whoever you are, I hope you’re not a Jimmy stan because I really dk how to write for him 😭

“hot blooded youth”

if you can fight well

*harsh languages, implications of SA in Ben’s part (not towards the reader)

(jake, gerard, donald, gray, wolf, ben)

jake ji / ji hakho

Jake was walking to class, heading up the stairs when he heard some faint yelling under the alleyway.

He scrunched his eyebrows, leaning forward to see two girls seemingly arguing down there. One of the girls have bandages all over her face. The other one, the shorter one, sports a casted arm.

“Subin-ah.. I’m sorry. I told you I was sorry, didn’t I?”

“Huh.. n-no. I’m sorry too..”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING ME?!”

The short girl winced at the loud voice, backing herself away into the corner.

“W-what? But, you were kicked out of school.. and y/n-“

“Oh yeah. Y/N. You know what, call that bitch. Actually, GO SCREAM HER NAME! SEE IF SHE’S GONNA COME SAVE YOU THIS TIME AROUND!”

Jake is now on high alert. His hand is already unclasping the windowsill.

He was about to jump down when he saw your figure rounding up the corner.

With one hard pull on the collar, the taller girl fell backwards. Losing her sense of balance.

“You fucking scum. I told you I’ll kill you if you ever go near her again, didn’t I?”

The girl struggled to get up, stumbling around when she does. Seemingly akin to that of a drunk person.

“Why.. WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING THAT BITCH?! I WAS YOUR FRIEND FIRST!!!”

Picking up a stray broken piece of glass, the girl charged at you.

This was the moment Jake decided to jump down.

What he didn’t expect was you evading that swing, twisting her arm as you go, and kicking her to the ground. You picked that piece of broken glass up.

“You- Did you seriously even try to think up that question just now? Why? Because unlike you, Subin is not a goddamn psychopathic narco.”

You threw the piece of glass away from her reach, heading towards your shaking friend.

“You good?”

“Ah? Oh. Yes, I’m fine. Thanks, y/n.”

Jake stared at you, in complete awe at what he just saw.

When you left with your friend, he would approach the booze smelling girl and ask.

“Yo. So, you know y/n? Can I have her number?”

gerard jin / jin gayool

Gerard has been noticing you for a few weeks now.

You worked at the karaoke room down the street.

You were Teddy’s middle school friend. Well, not really friend. But you used to go to Seong-Il.

Teddy offered to give him your contact, but he refused. Wanting to introduce himself to you face to face. (old fashioned cutie)

So when he finished his shift early, he thought it was the perfect opportunity.

He bought some drinks, one of each kind since he doesn’t know which one you’d prefer.

While he was walking towards your work place, Gerard noticed a couple of girls, maybe around 4 of them rushing in front of him.

“You sure this is where the bitch works?”

“Yeah, I’m sure of it.”

“Okay, we’ll teach that bitch a lesson alright.”

Gerard’s eyes, taken aback. Why are girls so scary these days?

He continued to walk until he reached the front of the karaoke room. Deciding to wait outside as to not disturb your shift.

“You bitch. You think you can talk shit about my friend and expect us not to come for you?”

Hearing a ruckus in the small alleyway beside the shop, Gerard sneaked to peek in.

It was those girls from before. All 4 of them surrounding you, who seemed to be taking out the trash.

“Tch. What the hell..? Are you seriously this pathetic?”

Oh, that seemed to anger her.

“You..! Shut your damn mouth when I’m talking to you!”

Taking a full swing, the girl threw a hard punch to your left jaw.

Gerard stared in shock. He wanted to intervene. But he really didn’t want to fight a bunch of girls.

You grimaced, spitting out the blood that rushed in your mouth from the impact.

Gerard watched as you glared at the girl, looking extremely pissed.

“That hurts, asshole.”

Taking a full fist of hair, you brought the girl down to your knee. Breaking her nose. When she rose up, you throw a punch at her. It was hard enough to hear a deafening crack from the impact.

“Take another step, I’ll give you worse than what she’s having.”

The rest of the girls shivered, dragging their unconscious friend and ran as fast as they could away from there.

Gerard stared in disbelief at the scene. What the heck just happened? He jumped when you called onto him.

“Hey. You here to fight me too?”

“Um.. I bought some drinks?”

You tilt your head, making him gulp.

Wah.. girls really are so scary these days.

donald na / na baekjin

Unlike the rest of the boys on this list, Donald knows that you can fight. At least to an extent.

He knows that you can take care of yourself if something happens, so he doesn’t really worry about you too much.

You’re a de facto Union member. So you often take commissions from Donald for matters that the Union executives can’t reach.

Today, this is the commission.

“I can’t believe it.. y/n, 18 years old, professional babysitter.”

:’)

He made you escort a CEO’s son for the entire day. The man was an important asset for Donald currently, and he needed a babysitter in urgent.

His first thought went to Jake, since, well it’s the most logical choice. But he’s currently out of town visiting his grandparents. He can’t possibly ask Forrest or Jimmy. Or god forbids, Wolf. On a kid sitting job.

So, he asked you.

Plus, the kid seems to like you. So, there should be no issue on that.

“Noona, do you know those guys over there? They keep staring at us and following us for a while now.”

Alerted, you turned your head to where the kid pointed. There was indeed like at least 8 guys in total, some of them leaning by a lamppost, some are in front of convenience stores, and some are blatantly following the two of you.

“It’s okay, just keep walking-”

You suddenly felt a sharp blade pressed against your back.

“Follow us, if you know what’s best for that kid.”

You held the kid’s hand tight in yours. Fuck. This is gonna get messy.

At his office, Donald was still compiling a few contracts for Daehyeon when his phone rang suddenly.

“Yes, y/n?”

Except when he heard the reply on the other end, it wasn’t you. Instead, was heard the cry and wailing of a boy.

“A-ahjussi!! It’s me. I- We-“

Donald was panicking now. What the hell happened? He threw his jacket on, making sure to make his voice as calm as possible.

“Calm down, kid. Take a deep breath. What happened?”

“We were-“

He heard the boy take in a sharp breath, trying hard to calm himself.

“We’re at X road, in the alleyway next to the clothing store by the crossroad. We were attacked, ahjussi..! Right now, noona is- Eh? Noona!”

“Ahjussi, she wants to talk to you.”

Taking the phone into your hand, you groaned as you stand up. Teeth gritting as you clutch to your throbbing side.

“Hey, Donald. Some babysitting that was.”

“Are you okay? Stay still. I’m almost there.”

“Oh fuck off. I’m perfectly fine..”

Donald reached in time as you fell onto his arms in exhaustion. He eyes moved to see the remains of 10 grown dudes all bloodied and battered behind you.

He caressed your head softly, a proud smile on his face.

“You are one scary fucking girl, aren’t you?”

gray yeon / yeon sieun

You were on the way home from cram school with Gray and your other friend.

The poor girl came up to you and Gray saying that she has been getting harassed for a while by some older guy near the school.

You offered to walk her home. Fearless as always.

Gray decided to come along since he’s worried shitless that something bad will happen to you. He has no idea.

“Hey, Missy. I see you’ve decided to bring your friends over. Let’s have some fun, okay? All three of us!”

The girl scooted over behind you, holding your uniform tightly. Obviously scared out of her wits.

You extended your arm to her side protectively. Gray already calculating ways to defeat the guy if they decide to get violent.

“Sure!”

Gray’s eyes widened when you brought the guy twice your size down to his knees with a single kick.

“Let’s have lots of fun, Mister! You and me!”

Gray had wanted to stop you, he really does. But his body couldn’t move an inch, and he felt a chilling sensation seeing you be so violent like that.

“P-please..! Stop-“

Clicking your tongue, you stood and sent him another kick across his face.

“What are you saying? We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

The guy was now quivering pathetically, looking up at your empty eyes with fear.

You throw your fist, watching as the man braced for impact.

“That’s enough! Y/N.. that’s enough..”

You looked at the girl, tears are free falling from her eyes. Sniffling profusely next to Gray.

You sighed.

“Next time, if I even see your face in this part of town, I will personally kill you. Now scram.”

The man scattered to get up, running away as fast as he could.

Picking your bag up from the ground, you threw both frozen figures behind you a cheery smile.

“Whew. That got me worked up a little. Hey, don’t worry. He won’t be coming back no more. Now, let’s go home!”

He’s suddenly really glad you guys are on the same side together.

wolf keum / keum seongje

I think Wolf, like Donald, would also be proud if you could fight well.

Wolf was at one of the bars he usually frequents, bored out of his mind.

You haven’t been answering the texts he sent. Though you warned him about this beforehand since you have to meet with your friend today.

Wolf took a drag from his cigarette. Checking his phone once again. Once again, still no texts from you.

He clicked his tongue. Are your friends really that much more important to you than him?

“Hey. I’m going out for a sec.”

Closing the door behind him, Wolf opened his phone and dialled your number.

Within two rings, a response was heard.

“Wolf! How have you been?”

Wolf frowned, that’s not your voice.

“Can you give the phone to y/n-noona?”

“Yeah.. about that.”

Wolf clicked his tongue, he hadn’t even bothered to tell the rest of the boys about where he was going. Jumping on his motorbike the minute your name was uttered.

“The thing is, y/n is batshit drunk right now. Come be a good boyfriend and pick her up. I’ll text you the location.”

Wolf chewed on his bottom lips, oddly uneasy knowing that you’re probably not yourself. At a club. Without him.

Well, your friends are there. But still, he doesn’t trust that they are all lucid enough to take care of you if anything happens.

Once he reached the location your friend sent him, he wasted no time barging into every room looking for you.

Eventually, he meets your friend walking out of the bathroom. Looking slightly amused at his arrival.

“Oh, Wolf. You actually came.”

“Where are they?”

Your friend gestured to the bathroom.

Man is crazy enough to actually went into the girl’s bathroom, where he sees you groaning by the toilet seat. Your other friend holding your hair for you.

“You can leave. Noona.. it’s Wolf.”

You groaned, feeling like your head is gonna split in two.

Wolf took the hint and shut his mouth. Rubbing your back to soothe the nausea.

“Where the fuck is that kid?!”

Remember that Wolf barged into random people’s room earlier. He also left without an explanation :)

The man banged at the door, making you wince at the loud noise.

“I saw you went in there! Get the fuck out of here before I break the door open!”

Wolf noticed that you were getting uncomfortable when the man began to send a series of kicks to the door. He was about to get up and deal with them himself, before you beat him to it.

Wolf stared in confusion as you open the door with a click. Moving to walk past the raging man to get your bag and just continue puking at home.

“Hey! Where the fuck you think you’re going!”

The guy made the wrong decision to grab your shoulder.

You flipped the man over, elbowing him on the ribs, before kicking the back of his knees down.

“Ugh..”

You gazed at the man sleepily. Looking like you’re contemplating on what to do next, which after a few seconds, you decide to just leave him there and continue your walk.

Wolf stared at your figure. Completely mesmerised until he heard a cackling from beside him.

“Ooh that’s my girl.”

Wolf shifted his glance towards your friend, raising one of his brows.

“I guess she never told you. Y/N was actually the top dog of our school back in middle school. She’s pretty damn good at fighting, you know.”

Wolf smirks. Well he’ll be damned.

ben park / park humin

You and Ben have been dating for like almost three months now.

So far, everything has been going great.

You know about his whole business fighting the Union and stuff. And while you do get worried, you’ve never really said anything.

Ben thought it was a bit odd, but you acted normal aside of that so he just merely shrugged it off.

That day, you were supposed to head to Eunjang to go on a date after school with Ben.

You two reserved a flower arranging class since you thought it was a nice activity for a change from the usual cafe hopping.

Ben was in a great mood the entire day. He couldn’t wait to see you. Especially since you two haven’t been able to see each other due to the packed schedule with the midterm examinations and other school activities.

He ran to the front gates, expecting you to already be there.

You weren’t.

Oh well. He leaned against the side of the school gates, lips pursed into a smile. Rocking himself back and forth on the balls of his feet.

10 minutes became 20. And 20 soon became 30.

Ben frowned. You couldn’t have forgotten about him, could you?

As a matter of fact, no, you haven’t forgotten. You’re just in a really, really sticky situation.

“Never would’ve thought I’ll meet you again out here, y/n.”

“Please. I’m not in the mood for fighting right now.”

The man laughed, pulling you harshly by the collar.

“Ah, y/n. Did you forget about me already?”

“I bet you never told Ben Park about how you went to juvie, did you?”

Feeling anger bubbling inside you, you broke free from his hold. Throwing a hard punch into his jaw.

When he fell to the ground, you got on top of him. Throwing punches after punches after punches.

Even as the man under you get more and more bloodied. Even when your knuckles broke skin. With all the blood rushing to your head, you can’t stop the dizzying sensation you felt that night three years ago.

You were about to throw another punch when you felt a strong grip on your wrist.

“Y/N. Stop that.”

Ben got immensely worried when you didn’t answer any of the calls nor text messages he sent you. So, he decided to check the tracking app to your phone.

He felt his heart shatter when you look up at him with tears running all over your face. Your expression dazed as you look around to see what you have done.

“…why did you do that?”

“-ill me..”

Both you and Ben turned to look at the figure under you who is squirming around weakly. Tears rolling out of his eyes.

“Kill me, y/n. It’s the least you could fucking do. KILL ME YOU COWARD! KILL ME LIKE YOU KILLED MY FUCKING BROTHER!”

You let out a scream. All memories of the past coming back in an instant.

Ben pulled you up, hugging you tight in his arms as you cry your hearts out. Bloody hands dirtying his white uniform.

“I promise it wasn’t on purpose, Ben.. That son of a bitch touched my sister..!”

Ben clenched his jaw, pulling you closer into his arms. This is not how he imagined the day to go at all.

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Can I have a Fujio fic please 😭 I have searched all of this site and found nothing ,,,

ɪᴛ's ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ!

Pairing: Fujio Hanaoka x f!reader

Summary: y/n is Fujio's world, and he'll do anything to make her feel loved

Warnings: fluff, comfort, kinda short, suggestive if you squint

Authors Notes: Fujio is everything I love him. Dedicated to @straysugzhpe . Sorry for the slow activity, uni is very time consuming, please be patient I'm doing my best! 🥺

Request: above! I love your account btw!!

Fujio was immature and rough around the edges, that was nothing but evident to the naked eye. Bruised and bleeding, he'd shrug it off and move onto the next brawl all for kicks. Since there usually was no-one he'd have to think about worrying, his boyish ways mindless fighting was the only thing that fed his appetite.

Until y/n saved his arse one evening, taking the hit for him. For what reason? Nobody knows but her, and she refused to tell. All that's known is that the moment Fujio's eyes fell upon her, he was down bad; not necessarily for her looks, but the balls she had to intervene like she had back then.

He wasn't the best boyfriend and he knew that, but he tried his best when he was needed the most. With Y/n firmly straddled on his lap, his hands kneaded her plush waist, lips meeting every nook and cranny of her neck. Her mouth was parted, hot little pants and whines fueling his fire as her hands tugged the hair on his nape gently.

"Love you s'much, baby," He mumbled into her skin before moving to another spot, hands riding to grip her hips, "I love every part of you, even the parts you hate." Y/n's heart thundered through her chest, cheeks hot and eyes watery from his affection. He was an affectionate guy overall, always wanting to have some sort of physical contact but these small moments where the world would silence and it was just them, in her living room was another level of euphoria.

"Fujio..." She whined, his thumbs running gentle circles when he leant back into the sofa, rolling his hips up slowly. His butterfly kisses travelled along her collarbone to the other side of her neck, his hot breath making the hairs on her neck stick up and tingle.

"Mmm," He hummed into her neck, "M'sorry baby, just love your voice n' your hips n' your waist..." Now leaving open mouthed kisses along her burning skin, nipping and sucking harshly, skin decorated in his love. Y/n hands trailed from his neck to his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt when she rolled her desperate hips along his crotch. Y/n's mind was foggy, too intoxicated on the feeling of electricity surging through her, heart swelling with every word that left his pretty lips. Those same lips met hers roughly, one hand securing her lower back, rutting hips against his faster while the other held the back of her neck gently as his tongue slipped itself through her lips. Fujio adored her taste, taking every opportunity to capture her mouth with his own, push her into a corner and kiss her until they couldn't breathe, hands usually fondling her skin gently and slowly. This kiss was slow and rough, the kind where so much saliva was passed that you could hear the little sucking noises and pants between them - and the occasional arousing whine rattle through chests. The kind of kiss where Fujio's hands of mischief would caress every surface of her body, begging to strip her of any obstacles in the way of his final goal - shirt over head, bottoms practically ripped off her legs. His shoulders burned from her nails, but relief came when those fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, swiftly pulling the clasp apart and unzipping his slacks.

"Y/n, baby~" lips ghosting, eyes boring into hers, "I'm not done with you yet." Whenever he left chaste pecks on the swells of her tits, he always smirked at his swift way of leaving them bare in front of him to bury his face into, giving his love to them as messily as possible - swollen and covered in spit. He flipped her underneath him, pushing her into the sofa cushions as comfortable as he could before leaving a peck on her puffy lips, a warm smile tugging at his lips, "So just relax and let me love you, baby."

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