#so hearing about her coming back and being treated??? not terribly??? is kind of breaking my brain a little

[scribefindegil]

weeping and wailing and clutching my chest every time I see a picture of Donna Noble

[nyctophicbtch]

metkayina reader firstborn daughter of ronal and tonowari and most authority out of their children maybe shes the clan heir or future tsahik plsss!! love interest either non canon character/oc mate or neteyam

Neteyam with Tonowari’s firstborn daughter

When you first met the Omatikaya guests, you were obligated to treat them kindly

You weren’t as cheerful as your sister, Tsireya, was thanks to the responsibilities you had, but you were still sweet and cheerful on the inside

Your personality caught Neteyam’s eye, but it wasn’t too obvious at first

Scolding Ao’nung for being mean is your daily routine ever since the Sullys arrived

Nobody really noticed, but Neteyam observes you a lot

He saw the inner you whenever you interacted alone with his younger sister, Tuk

You’d laugh so much and allow yourself to be childish

But once you’re with the group, you’d put on the facade again

In some way, Neteyam could relate as the eldest child and future to the clan

One day Neteyam overheard your father scolding you over a mistake and reminding you that you were the clan’s future

You looked so pressured you were about to cry

You flinched at some point when your father yelled at you

Ao’nung was just sitting in the corner feeling terrible for you

After your father left, you didn’t let your brother see you break

Instead you just ruffled his hair, saying it’s okay

Then you went out and bumped into Neteyam and your face went pale

“How much did you hear?”

“Not much.”

You started talking to him more often after that

It wasn’t as if there were obvious feelings between the two of you

But your siblings and his would tease you whenever they see the two of you sitting alone

Neteyam would talk to you more often than he would with your siblings

Def gonna be teasing Lo’ak and Tsireya together

And then you started noticing the little things about him

Until you finally realized you had feelings for the eldest Sully

They terrified you

Because Neteyam was just confusingly unpredictable

On one side, he treated you differently in a good way

The little gestures he’d only do with you were sweet and kind

But on the other hand, you were someone he could relate too, so he probably just saw you as a close friend

Your thoughts were constantly fighting amongst themselves

Even your siblings noticed

Tsireya tried calming you down once when you were stressed out about your own feelings

Kiri somehow found out

Then she told Lo’ak

And they both tried getting some confirmation out of Neteyam and tried convincing him to make a move

But he won’t budge

At some point Ao’nung would teach the Sully kids something misleadingly

And then you’d smack the back of his head

“That’s not how you do it.”

Neteyam laughs and everyone would pass knowing looks

Except Tuk who was oblivious and was in her own little world

After some time, Neteyam starts noticing too

The stolen glances you’d send his way when he wasn’t looking

How nervous you looked when he was standing way too close to you

He found it adorable

Meanwhile, you were still trying to figure him out

The Skxawng knows and he’s not doing anything about it

Yes, he feels the same way

Although Neteyam would usually stay calm

His heart would race when you maintain close up eye contact with him

Or when you’d lay a hand below his chest to help his breathing

Tsireya notices and she tells Lo’ak who confronts Neteyam

“Bro, she totally likes you and she’s frustrated trying to figure out if you feel the same way.”

“I know.”

“Why aren’t you doing anything about it?”

Neteyam sighs

He doesn’t think it’s a good idea and that both your parents won’t take the news so well if he were to act on his feelings

Lo’ak and Kiri thinks he’s an idiot for that

So they come up with a plan, including Tsireya too ofc

Let’s just say Neteyam wasn’t happy about being set up by them

And he couldn’t think of any excuses when you were already there expecting to hear something from him

So he just spits it out

And then takes you by surprise by kissing you

Lo’ak, Kiri and Tsireya were definitely watching, and somehow Ao’nung and Rotxo joined in too

They were busy shushing each other and trying to keep quiet

Luckily for them, you were too focused on each other to notice the furious whispers coming from behind

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ one and two, chapter three (ls2)

heading back home after silverstone is rough, for a number of reasons.

warnings/notes: alcohol mentions, yns dad being kind a dick to logan, me manifesting a logan to prema indycar move in this fr (guys lets see if i was an oracle, i wrote this on july 3rd LMAO)

You're sitting in the William's offices, legs propped up on the couch as the sim work Alex and Logan have been doing slowly wraps up. You've been a ball of anxiety all weekend, this is when Logan is supposed to announce his move to Indycar and you're not sure who he's told about it. Media's been swirling rumors for weeks.

You've been sitting on this secret for so long, it feels like its about to burst out of your mouth.

You turn your head to where Alex and Logan talk in a corner. The two look like they're in deep discussion, murmuring with hands over their mouths as if holding the words in their mouths will make them hurt less.

At the end, they share a tight hug, Alex whacking Logan's shoulder and murmuring something that has Logan tossing his head back in a laugh before they part ways when Alex's trainers come to grab him. Logan makes his way back to you, leaning down to steal a kiss before he takes you by the hands and drags you off down a hall.

"How'd it go?" You ask Logan, his hand intertwined with yours as you follow him to the little room where his bag is sitting. They've pretty much finished for the day, and you know Logan wants nothing more than to get back to the apartment so you can finish packing, so you just follow behind him.

"Sim was fine." Logan shrugs, "that thing does not perform like my car at all. I wish my car was like that."

"I know, baby." You hum, squeezing his hand, and the look you give tells him what he needs to know.

"Now Alex and Oscar know." He presses a kiss to the side of your head before detaching to grab his stuff, "I mean, I think Alex knew as soon as the rumors came out that they were true. He took it well, said he'd miss having me around."

"Well good thing he lives pretty close by," You smile when you notice Logan looks a little lost, reaching out to intertwine your fingers, "we can have him and Lily over during breaks a such, and you can go to races to support him when we aren't busy."

Logan smiles, squeezing your hand, "Yeah... yeah, thanks I just... I don't know. I knew leaving this was gonna be hard, because all of this is my dream... but..."

"But you get treated like a seat warmer. So, it's off to better ventures with Prema, right?" You smile and Logan nods, pecking your lips once again like he can't do it enough.

"Right." He sighs, smiling before he pulls you off and into the main halls. It's time to leave, and with your hand in his, you can tell Logan feels more confident now.

You land in Iowa for the Hy-Vee Homefront 250. It's nice to be back on home soil, but within moments your father is on the phone with you, breathing down your throat about everything. You're set to meet Logan's family on this short trip from Iowa, to Florida, to DC, and then back out to England for Logan to finish up his training before the second leg of the season.

So as Logan stands with some Indy drivers, shaking hands and laughing with them, you're stuck bickering on the phone with your dad. About what? Logan. Apparently, Logan's now not good enough for you.

"This is the stupidest thing ever," You hiss into the phone, glancing to make sure Logan's far enough away to not hear you as you snip back at your father, "I went along with your little arranged marriage, fell in love with the guy, and now you want me to back out?"

"He's a terrible driver, you deserve someone who's able to keep up with your lifestyle of being amazing at your work!" Is your father's response, and you can hear your mother scolding him in the back. Your father is quick to wave her off with a sharp hiss of some choice Italian words that would make your Nonna beat his ass.

"He's in a shit team that hates him," you overdramatize, "He is a good driver, he just needs a chance to show it. That's what IndyCar is gonna do for him. Okay?"

Your father sighs, "I just don't want you to be the only successful one."

"He made it to F1, is that not successful enough for you, Santino?" You huff at your father, leaning against the exterior wall of the Arrow McLaren motorhome that's housing you this weekend (a bit of a gift from Pato and Alex.) You rake a hand through your hair, knowing you're messing it up, but you just swallow and look away from where you can see Logan laughing with Kyle.

Your father comes up with some bullshit excuse that has you telling him to leave you alone for the weekend, since you'll be in DC on Tuesday morning, and you quickly shut off your call before slipping your phone in your pocket and laying your head back against the wall.

You take a slow breath and then push yourself off the wall, quickly making your way back to Logan's side to wrap your hands around the arm he had hidden in his pocket. He looks over, leaning down to peck a kiss to your head.

"Sorry for running off," you apologize, mostly to Kyle, "work calls."

"No worry, I get it." Kyle smiles, peeking over his shoulder at a few of the other drivers to make their way over. Logan and Alex sharing a quick fistbump in greeting as Pato happily gives you a hug, exclaiming how he's been told so much about you. By the end of the conversation, you've been roped into a dinner with the group, and Logan leans over to murmur,

"See, told you they'd be more welcoming."

And you can't help but laugh softly because, yeah, of course they were.

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yn.fdotus: a red adventure for the off weekend ❤️ congrats to @ patoward and @ kylekirkwood on their wins this weekend in iowa !

thank you to both @ premaracing and @ arrowmclaren for hosting us this weekend

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user1: they went to the indy race??

patoward: you better come back soon

user2: logan is going to prema. its real. yn said so basically.

kylekirkwood: see you soon !

premaracing: see you both very very soon at hq !

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Madelyn has been non-stop gushing over you since you and Logan had made it to his parents house in a small oceanside town a bit away from Miami. Between showing you the house and mass amounts of baby Logan (and by extension, Oscar) photos, you've been practically smothered by her love.

It's much later now, having spent most of the afternoon lazily tanning and spending time with the Sargeants poolside. Logan's father, Daniel, had made a fire with Dalton and his wife and kids, and you reap the benefits of their hard work as you braid your hair back in front of the warm fire.

Dalton's youngest watches you, jaw dropped before she wiggles off her chair and quickly runs around the fire to grab at your leg, "excuse me, miss yn..?"

You smile, tying off your braid as you look down at her, "Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can you make my hair look pretty like yours?" She asks, and her older sister gasped, running over too and begging for the same. You laugh and lean over, hoisting both girls into your lap and taking their little ponytails out. You brush your fingers through the youngests hair--Maddie's, quickly braiding back her hair in dutch braids and letting her watch as your braid her sister Dani's hair. Once your done, both girls hop off and run to go show their mother and you smile, shaking some loose pieces of hair off your hands before a blanket is draped over you and Logan pops down next to you on the little swing chair set up.

"You look so perfect here." Logan murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips, "I love you."

"Love you too," you whisper to Logan, unable to hide the pure love in your smile as he grins and lets you lean your head on him.

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logansargeant: coolest aunt and uncle award

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user2: shut UP yn and logans nieces (?) im gonna scream

daltonsargeant: the girls want auntie yn back soon !

user3: crying. they are a fucking FAMILY.

oscarpiastri: how many baby photos were shown?

⤷ yn.fdotus: so many. I have an arsenal.

user4: AWEEE STOPP

user5: their relationship is so random i cant believe they arent arranged

yn.fdotus: best uncle forever <3

Your family is far more stressful than Logan's. You fly out with his parents to DC, knowing its time to prepare for the rest of your relationship with Logan. Apparently, you'd been able to convince your brother Santi to talk your dad off calling off the whole thing.

When you arrive in the White House, your father is in a meeting, so your mother spends her time touring around the Sargeant's and introducing them to the maids and such who will be helping them for the weekend they're in DC. And you and Santi sneak off to a hall while he gives you a tight hug.

"I know I'm normally on your case, but you've got yourself a good guy, and I'm actually happy for you." Santi admits quietly, a maid passing by with a drink cart to bring to one of the main rooms.

"Wow, my brother not being a dick?" You grin, punching his arm, "who would've thought."

Santi scowls, going to say something when the maid reappears, apologizng for interrupting before informing you lunch is served. You and Santi nod, thank her, and make your way into the lavish sitting room your mother has had all set up.

"This is wonderful," Madelyn smiles to your mother who thanks her, and you know your mother is just happy to have guests. Santi kisses his wife as he steps in, and you move to settle down next to Logan who leans over and murmurs,

"I now have baby photos to rival the ones my mom showed you of me." His grin is contagious and you can't help but laugh, punching his thigh as you lean into him with laughter. Your mother sharing a happy expression with Logan's parents, and handing out plates of food to the table.

And finally, your father makes his way into the room.

"I apologize for the delay," your father brushes imaginary crumbs off his suit, "politics wait for no one. But I should have the night clear."

He introduces himself to Logan and his parents formally, and you can tell Logan's a bit nervous about the whole thing. Your hand finds his under the table naturally, your other hand settled on the neck of your wine glass as you take a slow sip of the cool liquid. Logan squeezes your hand, settling into his chair.

You can see the way your father's eyes linger on Logan each chance he gets, and he dances around the topic of racing, instead devoting time to discuss how exactly you and Logan were going to act. It's pretty much just as you had been, the two of you were absolutely infatuated with one another, and were to continue acting like it. Luckily, for both of your sakes, no acting would be needed since you did truly love one another.

And then it comes to the ring. Your father declares he'll buy it, but quickly Logan clears his throat, "Actually I was wondering, uhm.." He falters, glancing to his mother who gives him a smile of encouragement, causing Logan to continue, "I have my mothers original wedding band. And my brother, Dalton, got engaged with my mothers original engagement ring. I... I figured it would be more... symbolic, I guess? To give Yn something from my family. Help to... seal the deal, y'know?"

Your mother awes, immediately exclaiming, "that's a wonderful idea, Logan! Don't you think so, Santino?"

Your father rolls the idea around, before Logan's mother grabs her purse and fusses with it, all eyes drawing to her as she takes out a box and slides it down to the table to Logan. He takes the box and opens it, turning it before you can see the ring. Your fathers eyes soften, gently taking the ring into his hands.

"I..." Your father hums, clicking the box shut and handing it back to Logan before turning to your mother, "I do agree, my dear. It's quite the beautiful ring. And very personal. The story behind it will help solidify the relationship."

"And then when should the engagement happen?" Logan's mother asks, fiddling with her wine glass as she smiles at her son. Your mother hums, tapping her acrylic nails on the counter before waving her glass at you in expression as she asks,

"What is the date you've been telling people you started dating?"

"I haven't been--" You start, but Logan cuts you off, "Ironically, July 4th, 2020. I said it was the last time I was able to spend July 4th home in the states because I wasn't really racing pro yet. And I said we went out with my family, and that night kinda solidified we were dating."

You turn to smile at him, happy the date is actually something with a super sweet meaning--and laughing a little because it's just so American to have your anniversary be the fucking Fourth of July.

"And it will be, what, four years of dating?" Your mother hums, "Four is my lucky number. Seems like a perfect time to me to get engaged."

You nod and Logan smiles, lifting your hand to press a firm kiss to your ring finger and you laugh, leaning into him. The rest of the planning revolves around who's going to help pay for the wedding, where it will be, when it will be, and who will be going. Your mother insists on helping you hire a wedding planner, which is fine with you, and you make a small list of bridesmaids while Logan makes a list of groomsmen. By the time the lunch is over, the plan is set solid, and the next years Fourth of July won't ever be able to come soon enough.

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logansargeant: true patriots over here

user1: did they visit yns family???

user2: first logans family and now yns?? gonna CRY

yn.fdotus: imagine losing to the nationals. could be the marlins.

⤷ logansargeant: shut the fuck up?

user3: ur honor they are ENDGAME !!!

oscarpiastri: you couldn't be american enough, you had to date the first daughter

⤷ logansargeant: I am pretty patriotic

santino.fsotus: wow u made yn look tall?

flotus: so nice to have you logan!!

⤷ user4: OMG THEY MET LOGAN??

⤷ santino.fsotus: we've known logan for a while ..

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[confiaenanaa]

OOOOOO ANOTHER M&M WRITER?????

ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!!! ANYWAY, I'M JUST HERE TO SAY MY THANKS CUZ I'M GLAD SOMEONE ELSE IS WILLING TO WRITE FOR EMINEM 👀, back to my real intention (hehe), may i request (if you're open, if not you can discard this request) an f!reader with 90's marshall an age-gap around 1-2 or no age-gap, your choice, and the reader was just having an amazingly bad day, while her boyfriend just ruins it even more for her. after their biggest ever argument, reader just ends up wanting to break up with him, in which he agreed and she just stormed off somewhere private and dark but calm for her to listen to music and cry, but then there's marshall spotting her in the corner all by herself. and him, as her best friend, of course wouldn't let the little lady be alone. n then she just kind of started aggresive at first, but moves on to give up and cry while cuddling marshall after a bit more of interacting with the silly blonde guy. he always have great advices for cases involving love, especially for reader, but when it comes to him actually falling for reader? now that's a special case. he'd sometimes give an obvious advice that led to giving hint that he wants reader be with him. (ex: "maybe u can date someone blonde hotter than him." something like that) YOU GET ME YOU GET ME????????? SPECIAL SONG INSPIRATIONAL: TREAT YOU BETTER 🔥🔥🔥🕶️🕶️ ANYWAY, THAT'S ALL OF MY PROMPT, THE REST IS UP TO U, EITHER ENDS UP WITH SMUT OR FLUFFFF 🤭

eminem - friends to lovers

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

masterlist

synopsis: Y/N and Marshall are best friends. Y/N goes through a rough breakup; and her best friend is there to help her.

warnings: cursing, smoking

A/N: first request! I hope you like it. if there's any feedback you have let me know!

Y/N pulled into her driveway, sighing after a long day's work. She’d had a terrible day, truly one of her worst. She’d requested a raise from her boss, which she was denied; later, she spilled coffee all over herself and her car on her lunch break. She’d botched her presentation and possibly lost the deal of a lifetime. Her coworkers seemed to be extra annoying, and most of all, her boyfriend, Jack, couldn’t let her relax for one day. She’d received the seventh passive aggressive text from him just as she was turning the key to her front door. 

“Why haven’t you gone for groceries yet? I thought you were going to get me my favorite sour candies.“ 

At this point in her day, she just needed some peace. Maybe a facemask, some ice cream, and a movie. However, just as she’s setting her bag down on her desk, she hears an irritated sigh behind her. She turns to look at him, displeased as ever. 

-Why are you being so bitchy today? All I asked for were my sour candies.

She felt a surge of rage through her body. How dare he call her that? 

-Bitchy? What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve clearly had a rough day, so can you just lay off my ass and let me relax for a bit?

-Why the hell do you need to relax?! All you do is bitch about your job and sit on your ass all day doing nothing and making jack shit!

He’d begun to scream in her face. At this rate, it’d take only one more syllable out of his mouth to make her go catatonic. 

-At least I have a job! And I’m not just some squatter mooching off his girlfriend and sucking the life out of her! 

She knew she’d struck a nerve. He’d recently lost his job—one that he’d really loved. She saw his face contort from rage to hurt to a mix of both.

-Is that how you really feel? Fine! Then I’ll go and suck the life out of someone else since I’m such an inconvenience to your life!

-Yeah! You should! Get the hell out, Jack! And take your shit with you!

He’d looked a bit shocked. By the end of the night, he’d been packed up and moved out. Y/N sat down on her couch and popped open a bottle of vodka. She decided to text her best friend in search of some comfort. He’d texted back almost immediately. 

“I’m sorry to hear that you guys broke up. If you want, I can come over and bring your favorite chocolates and stuff.”

She’d smiled at the message. She told him to come over as quickly as possible. When she put her phone down, the feeling of grief hit her like a truck. It washed over her, covering her from head to toe. She felt the tears flow down her cheeks freely. She suddenly wanted to sink into the couch and not come back out. She didn’t regret her decision, but she’d certainly mourn the loss of a loving figure in her life. 

Just as she began to allow her thoughts to wander, she heard a knock at her front door. She opened it and saw her bleach-blonde best friend. He had a wide grin on his face as he held up the Walmart bag full of snacks and skincare. They were watching a movie, a random one; at least, to Y/N. She couldn’t pay attention; she was too busy thinking about her breakup and the thousand other things overwhelming her at the moment. She’d excused herself, telling him she was going to the bathroom. Instead, she decided to go to her spot. In her backyard, there was a small hill. On the other end, there was a pond with ducks and trees, and she always had it to herself. She sat down near the pond, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket. She lit it and inhaled. 

Just as she was about to light her second cigarette, she heard footsteps behind her.

-Hey.

-Hi.

-You feelin’ okay?

He asked as he took the cigarette out of her hands and hit some himself.

-Kind of. I just don’t really know what I’m feeling. I’m not regretting it, but I’m sad.

-I get it. But the best way to get over things is to move on. Don’t keep thinkin’ about that shit, or you’ll get caught up in it and things’ll get worse.

She realized he’d been right (like always). He looked up at her with hopeful eyes.

-Let’s go back inside and just chill, yeah?

-Alright.

She laid down in her bed, Marshall quickly following suit. She looked around her room, beginning to think about the weight of what just happened. She felt the tears pricking her eyes again. Marshall felt her tremble and heard a sniffle, so he just held her close and whispered reassuring words to her as he stroked her hair. 

-Look, you don’t need a guy like that.

They both sit up.

-Oh, yeah? And what kind of guy do I need?

She asked, keeping up the silly banter their friendship always maintained.

-I don’t know—maybe a hot blonde guy that actually cares.

She giggled and hit him on the shoulder; she thought he was joking, until she looked him in the eye. She saw that he meant it. Y/N froze for a second; did she really want her best friend? Did he really want her? She didn’t really have time to answer since he’d already had his hands pulling the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss...

[flutterrker]

Wield pet pt1

(f) Shark hybrid reader x Owner Izuku midoriya

Not my art

Warning: mentions abuse, Trafficking, fitting ring, Sexual assault, injury, Euphonizing, death, Arters note: my English is bad but I will try to fix it

It was a Nics day Todoroki and Deku were out patrolling the streets they hadn't been wakening long since they had just come from a meeting not too long ago but what was disgust in that meeting had Deku deep in thought about the report Bakugo had about the hybrid fitting ring he Bustad not too long ago and how most of those hybrids were going to be put down because they were too aggressive to keep and that some people involve in the incident had escaped Deku only snapped out of it when he felt a hand on his soldier looking over at Todoroki he sow his worried expression Deku smile at him to reassure him that he was ok but he know it wouldn't hold him for long he needed a distraction "hey I think we can go take our lance Break now oh and we are pretty close to this cafe I like "he says to Todoroki how just nods and follow him to the cafe

They get there Eventually and get Seated at a boof in the far corner as they settle in Todoroki looks at Deku and starts to speak "Is something bordering you, you look upset" Deku shakes his head no but before he can get a word out his phone rings picking up the phone he sow a number he didn't rcognize and pressing the Answer button and pots it Against his ear to listens "good morning am I Speaking to Mister Midoriya" a sweet voice asked him he Post for a moment before Answering " yes this is hem" " Great I'm calling from the hybrid shelter about you applying to Adopt a hybrid and I'm proud to Anons that it has been Approved " " oh ok when can I come and take a look " he asked in an Excitedly " later today if you want but if not we ca- " he cut her off before she could finish speaking "No! Today is good I'll come over later today " cringed at how Awkward he was being "Well that great to hear Such enthusiasm from a Potential hybrid owner then we will see you later today Mister Midoriya " "Yes Thank you so much see You guys soon," he says Practically jumping out of his seat " see you soon " Izuku ends the call unaware that Todoroki was watching him closely " exciting news I assume, " Todoroki asked Curiosity getting the better of him Izuku nods " I Applied to a hybrid Adoption Agency to see if I can get a hybrid " "hmm why not just get a normal animal like a cat or dog I hear hybrid are High maintenance pets and need a lot of attention,"

Izuku nods "Well To be honest, I never wanted to own a hybrid but I've been thinking about it for a well now, and after today's meeting it steels it for me I never even realized how badly they were treated by humans after the hybrid fitting ring was taken out all of those Innocent hybrids that were caught and sent to the hybrid shelter are all Scheduled to be euthanized, " " I heard about that on the news too it's terrible they are Punishing the hybrid that only follows their master's orders " Izuku nods and looks Todoroki in the eyes "Yeah they say the reason is that they are so aggressive that they can't even get close enough to train them "It was silent for a moment before Izuku spoke again "So I've decided that even if it is just one that can be rescued from the system it's at least one step into the right direction and it might inspire other people to adopt a hybrid as well and bring Awareness to the dangers of hybrid trafficking, " Izuku says with a small smile

Todoroki smiled and was reminded of how kind Izuku was but Izuku has always been a kind person and it made Todoroki proud to call Izuku his friend no matter what happened to him, he had always seen the best in all people no matter what "If you don't mind me asking could I come with you I would like to see the tip of hybrid you might Choose" Todoroki asked Izuku smiled back and nodded " yeah! I don't mind and we can Catch up on things" " I would like that " he said smelling "but I think if I do find a hybrid and adopt I'm going to take some time off to spend with it you know like bonding or getting to know One another but for now let's eat up and get back to work the faster we get this done the faster we can go yeah " Izuku says as Todoroki nods Agree

One patrol and a few Pity crimes take down later and Izuku and Todoroki are at the front gate of the hybrid Adoption center they park the car near the building and are Greeted at the glass doors by a woman wearing a uniform " Greetings Mister Midoriya and Mister Todoroki I have been waiting for you my name is Mary willow I'm the Director of the pup cup Adoption and rescue facilities hope you didn't have any trouble getting her " " No not atoll Was it you that I was speaking to earlier " Izuku asked she nods " yes it was and I must say it is a pleaser to meet you bout and we have a lot of new friends that would love to meet you so let's get this meet and greet started sheal we follow me please " she said smiles and Tuning around Leading them inside and in the directions of the kennels

They walked around looking at all the hybrids from bunnies to Birds but noticed that most if not all of the hybrids were pups and not Fully grown hybrids like Izuku hoped the Director noticed that nothing whose Catches he's eye so she Derek's theme to the Exotic hybrids Wing of the building there they see tigers, lepers, fish and some reptiles that are Unfortunately all still pups that is until they get to the last kennel" well that's everyone if you need a Minet to decide I can live and come back or you can just find me at the front desk " "what about that last one " he asked walking towards it "oh that one " she side looking inside he sow a shark hybrid that is fully grown has a muzzle on and looks to be in bad shape with all the Scratches and bruises they can see it looked like you had gotten into a bad faith

As Izuku got close he heard the Director speak " And that is y/n she is not up for adoption " She said Izuku frowned in confusion and looked back at her but before he could ask why she specked first "That one is from the fitting ring and is Scheduled to be euthanized "he stopped and looked at her for a minute and started speaking "When will they euthanize her" "Tomorrow Though it is a real shame to see because it is not her fault she's like this it is the people's fault for putting her through that trauma and Yet the hybrids pay the price " she said looking at the hybrid in the cage with a sad expression "we'll if that is all I will leave you to it to decide what lucky hybrids get to leave and live with the number one hero in Japan com find me at the front desk when you're ready but in the meantime feel free to look around I'm sure you'll find something" she says before turning around and walking away living Izuku and Todoroki allows to Stew in their Foughts

"Midoriya what hybrid are you going to take " Todoroki asked Izuku shrugged his soldier still looking at you in the kennels Trying to get your attention but nothing was working not kissing noises not calling your Name and not Throwing small rocks near you. you just sit there looking at the floor that is until Todoroki opens his water bottle the sound made you move your eyes for just a split second, but Izuku noticed it " hey, are you thirsty you want some water? " he asked and saw you were slowly looking in his Derkson he noticed the other side of your face had a Giant bruise he also noted how every time you moved you may a Pained experience it was subtle but it was there and he noticed it as he takes out his water bottle and sprinkles some water out on the floor to show you it was water it took you a Minet to start moving slowly standing up and walk as Beast as you could to them pouting more pressure on one Leg to avoid pouting pressure on your rite foot when you got closer to them you slid down the Bars to sat on your legs wincing in pain slowly you stuck your hand hesitantly throw the Bars of the cage to Reach for the bottle Izuku was holding for you, you look so wired it was like you were expecting him to do something but sow the relief in your eyes when he handing it to you slowly to not spook you took it and broth it up to your mouth to drink but intend of poring it into your mouth you stuck out your tongue

lapping at the water with your long tongue drinking it quickly Izuku watch you for a while seeing how matted your hair was and how dirty and tired you look at least you weren't skin and bones but Stull to skinny for his liking

Izuku shat there for a mined or two before stood up and started walking to the reception disk Todoroki followed Behind him Quietly wanting to see what happened next as they approached the waiting room Izuku saw the Director working at the front desk walking up to her Izuku said in an emotionless town

" I want the shark hybrid " " No" " please I'll pay extra " " I said no Mister Midoriya " "Why -" " Because Mister Midoriya she is not for sale " " so instead of letting her find a proper family to adopt her you would rather let them put her down " he said in Ange " No that is not the reason Mister midor- " " then what is " she sighs and says in a calm voice" Mister Midoriya I don't want to put her down but she is too dangerous to freely walk around and the people from the hybrid fitting ring are still out there looking for the hybrid they trained and she is the last one that needs to be euthanized I don't want to do this to her either but I don't want her to Software Anymore" he was quiet for a minute thinking of a way to convince her he could not only keep you safe and have the Schell to train you "What are you saying that the number one hero can't protect one single hybrid " Todoroki Piped up "No that's not what I meant -" "Please I just can sit here and do nothing I'm a hero and I believe I can provide a safe investment for her to live in Maybe if she doesn't feel so frightened she'll be easier to train and less Aggravated and aggressive" she looked at the two men utterly defeated before sighing and handing him the adoption paperwork " I'm not doing this for you I'm doing it for her she deserves to be happy too and to Experience a loving family as well," she said in a sad tone of voice " go take a seat Mister Midoriya and when you're done I'll Brief you on her history " Midoriya nods feeling tears in his eyes but Wipes them away

Once the paperwork is done he walks back up to her and hands her the paperwork she Pages true it and nods " Mister Todoroki please Stay here in the waiting room well I brief Mister Midoriya on his new partner " Todoroki nods and takes a set and pools out his phone to pass the time" This way Mister Midoriya " he followed her to a small room with a Disc and two chairs" please take a seat Mister Midoriya " he sits in the chair across from her she hands him a folder White your name on it he opens the document in it he reeds

Name: Y/n

Tip of hybrid: hybrid shark Mix between a thresher shark and bull shark

Temperament: (bad) Aggressive to humans, hybrids, and animals

Class: Aquatic

How common the species is : Rare

Age: estimated to be 20

Sex: female

Facilities: pup cup Adoption and rescue facilities

Date of arrival: 2027/6/18

Previous owner: unknown

Note from therapist: we sent in a hybrid Specialist to see if we could Sedate her to Administer First-aid to her wounds but were Unsuccessful as she refused to calm down enough to give it to her, I concluded that she is deathly afraid of being pinned down

Injury report: due to her having a muzzle on she has Resorted to slamming her whole body into the staff to pin them between her and the walls she Injured a few staff members and broke several staff members' ribs and arms by slamming them as hard as possible can against the wall

Note from hybrid Specialist: we tried to feed her to see if she would let us get close to At least check her eyes for Enya's signs of blindness safe to say she is not going blind we Took off the muzzle To give her some food but were shocked at the Violent Reaction she had to human snarling and hissing but not outright attacking the is until a staff member got to close for her liking

Injury report: when the muzzle was Removed, we gave her a bowl of fruits she Ignores it and kept sleeping until we went to Replace the bowl, and she Launched forward and bit down onto Mister Kenneth's hand and Thor his point finger middle finger and fume off

he was rushed to the hospital to receive medical attention they Informed us they could not re-attached the fingers he reserved 20 Stitches

Police report: she was Found in a Flooded basement and Changed to the floor with at least 9 hybrids and 3 human corpses in the water she was Sedated and pulled out but a few minutes later woke up and started attacking the offices we Tried to subdue her but in the struggle she killing 2 men in the process we opened five 5 rounds 3 Connected 6 more were fired before Red Riot and Dynamite Showed up and Pin her down muzzled her and Administering a larger Those of tranquilizer she was then Transportation to the Nearest hybrid VT

Medical report: since of Physical and Sexual abuse

Bullets were removed from the Shoulder, stomach, and thigh she also had three broken ribs one broken leg torn muscles, a Fraction ligament, a nasty infection in her Gills located on either side of her chest under the arms what seems to be lashes made from Being whipped by Metal Wire as well as Multiple cuts made by a Knife a yeast infection swelling and redness to her Genetics an upsetting amount of bruising on her arms, legs, stomach, chest, neck, and back

Note for doctors:we tried to give her medical attention but came no fader than treating her scraps and stitching up her cuts

Note: is Scheduled to be euthanized on 29 August 2027

Izuku closed the Document and was quiet for a minute Thinking how someone could do all those things to someone and not care how you're hurting them " Do you still want her it ok to back out it is a big commitment to own a hybrid " Izuku was drag back to Reality when she asks him that question "Yes I still want her" She smiled and nodded "Well if you have your heart set on her I'll need you to sign These documents here, here, and here and I'll come in a year to do a wellness check "she said smiles Izuku nodded and read the Terms of conditions before sighing she smiled a little bit more knowing you'll go to a good home "and we are done here is your free Complimentary harness and Leash and I'm obligated to tell you when walking her in public she has too keep her muzzle on atoll time except on private property now let's see if we can get her out of her kennel " " what before we do that I have a Question if she is too Aggressive to be near people how do I get the Medicine she needs " she stopped and smiled at him " I'll make an appointment with a friend of mine to come to you he Specializes in hybrid medicine and marine life as well he can take a look at her Broken bones for you too"

They walked out of the room and back in the direction of where your kennels were when they got there, they saw you sleeping from the gate on the floor the Director handed Izuku a blanket to wrap you in she slowly moved to the door, and unlocked it so Izuku could enter

As he Crouched down to pick you up you French from his soft Touch, he stopped for a moment waiting for you to relax you Stirred a bit before going back to sleep Izuku Gentle picked you up and wrapped the blanket around you snuggle to keep you from Kicking and keep you warm

Izuku Adjusted his arms to hold you more Comfortably before walking back out of the kennel with you now sleeping comfortably in his arms head on his soldier hands under your knees and the small of your back Izuku felt confident enough to move with you in his arms without waking you up

Walk to the waiting room Izuku Spotted Todoroki and walked up to him holding you Close to his chest Todoroki smiled at him and stood up to greet him and see what hybrid he got "You got the hybrid you want " he asked Izuku nodded "I just couldn't leave her here " " oh that reminds me could you drive me home my hands are Kind of full at the moment "Izuku asked with a Bright smile and a Smole blush on his cheeks "Why don't you just put her down " he asked confused why Izuku Couldn't drive "I'm Scared of waking her up "he nodded "ok I'll drive "

" om my God I don't even realize how long we've been in there for, "Izuku says Todoroki nods "It did take a while," Todoroki said well opening the door for Izuku to get in Carefully to not wake you up as he sits in the passenger seat Todoroki Buckles his seat belt for him as izuku waiting for Todoroki to come around the car to the driver's seat Izuku looks down at you and thinks to himself (I don't have a room ready for her I'm going to have to leave her alone for an Hour or two so I can find a nesting bed for her and close oh God look at that hear it's all matted I'll have to as my mom for some Atvi's abbot hear and get you medicine I'll need to study up on the species if I want to properly take care of her ) " Midoriya you babbling again "Izuku stopped and looked at him and then out the window (when did we start diving and when did we get so close to my house) ' Izuku thinks to Himself sighs in frustration when they pool into the driveway Todoroki got out first to open the door for Izuku

Finally getting to the door, Izuku held you in one hand and pulled out his house. Keys opened the door and walked in to the house he went right to the guest room and pulled out a futon for you to sleep in for now until he could get a proper nesting bed for you

He Laid you down Gently and covered you with the blanket "Your safe now sleep tight we have a long day tomorrow " said Izuku before walking out and meeting with Todoroki taking him for coming over and helping bring you back they said their goodbye close the door as the lock Kicked Izuku slid down the door and sighs in Exhaustion he just sat there for a minute or two before getting up sitting at a disk and doing some research on shark hybrid apparently when they side you were rare they meant rare as in there were only five ever record in Japan in the US there where ten in existents but udder then that there wasn't much to go off of (guess I'm staying up late tonight)

12:51 pm

Slowly he began to drift off to sleep straggling to continue reading the article he found bobbing his head to Stay upright his eyes closed for what felt like a minute but was more like an Hour before he was out like a Light, he slept on his desk that night face planned in a book snoring Lightly

Tomorrow will be better

[lovelyney]

───────𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘──────

DESC: When your intrusive thoughts win you over, you start withdrawing from everyone, thinking that no one will notice. However, that is far from the truth.

PAIRINGS: Tighnari x (GN!) Reader

SCENT: hurt/comfort

WARNINGS: self-harm, intrusive and suicidal thoughts, mental breakdowns, mentions of hallucinations, blood mentions

FLORIST’S NOTE: each and every flower has its own growing conditions; people are the same when it comes to healing from trauma or mental illness. do not rush yourself. you will bloom, i promise. give. yourself. time.

SONG: Fallen Down ― VGR, CG5

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2023 !! #©LOVELYNEY

YOU FLINCHED BITTERLY as you finished off your last Withering Zone for the day—one of the disciples of dismay hitting your upper arm before it fully deteriorated. And since you were dealing with this one by yourself, you’d have to wait until you got back to Gandhara ville to treat it. Wincing in pain, you pressed your hand against the wound and hoped you’d be able to hide until you (semi) safely returned to your house in the ville. The farthest thing you wanted to do at the time was alert Collei and Tighnari, not with how fatigued you were.  

As you reached the village, you exhaled a sigh of relief—the sounds of laughter dampening your already bitter mood. Typically, you wouldn’t complain about such a positive thing, but as of late, your mental energy has drained unusually fast, and seeing people live so carelessly when you can’t is a very bittersweet thing.

“(NAME)! You’re back!” Collei hollered and ran over to you, a soft smile gracing her lips as you came in her line of sight. “How’d everything go? You didn’t get hurt, right?”  

You pressed your palm harder against your arm, hoping the blood that threatened to seep out wasn’t noticeable. “I’m fine, Collei. Everything went well! I’m just a little tired. . .” You assured, your voice breaking from your exhaustion. 

Her eyes softened. “I—I see! I’m glad to hear that. Go ahead and get some rest; I—I’ll tell master Tighnari you’ve returned.”

You smiled feebly, “thanks so much, Collei. I appreciate it.” Bidding the girl a quick goodbye, you strode into your small house, your body about ready to collapse. 

You walked into the bathroom and grabbed the necessary supplies to care for the laceration. Your medical knowledge was limited, but luckily, Tighnari gave you an entire lecture on how to cater to different kinds of wounds when you had gotten yourself injured in the forest alone. Gingerly pulling your sleeves up, you tried to tear your eyes away from all the scars that littered your skin. Whenever you looked at your self-injuries, they reminded you how terrible you felt about yourself. People always say scars are evidence that you’re strong, but all yours did was make you feel weak. You wanted to confidently say that you’re passed that part of your life, but truthfully, you started to feel yourself slip back into it. You haven’t mentioned it to anyone, fearing they’re going to label you as  “crazy” or simply just water down your feelings to “being dramatic.”

A familiar voice rang out and dragged you back to reality; “(NAME)? Are you in here? Collei told me you weren’t feeling well, so I came to personally see how you’re doing.”

You hurriedly finished up the bandages on your arm. “Coming!” you replied, leaving the bathroom and almost stumbling over your feet from how fast you moved. “H—hi, Tighnari! I’m alright, really. I’m just really tired,” you greeted, your shoulders tense from the ranger’s sudden visit.

Tighnari’s ears and nose twitched as he surveyed your expression. “I smell rubbing alcohol. You’re injured, aren’t you?” He asked curtly, his eyebrows furrowing.

You swallowed thickly, knowing it was far from possible to hide anything from Tighnari. You faltered, “[sighs]. Y—yes. . . But it’s nothing, really! One of the dismays just hit me before the zone fully dispersed.” Hearing your voice out loud made you want to shrink and hide.

Shaking his head dismissively, he stepped closer to you. “(NAME), I’m not worried about how well you performed I’m worried about you. Let me see the—”

“Nono! That—that won’t be necessary. I, um, already treated it. S—so, it’s fine now!” You blurted, your face burning with fear. You hadn’t shown anyone your self-harm scars, and you feared what he’d think of you if he did see them. You swallowed the lump in your throat and continued talking. “Y—you don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine, really. . .”

Tighnari’s ears lowered as he stared you down with a melancholy gaze. The biting fear in your (COLOR) eyes and voice had nearly caused his heart to jump out of his ribcage. He could clearly tell something was wrong, but he didn’t want to push his luck.

“[sighs]. Alright, I’ll trust your word. . . But if anything’s bothering you, physically or mentally, please don’t hesitate to come find me, alright? I really don’t mind taking care of you, (NAME).” Confided the ranger, softening his voice to ease a little of your apprehension.

Letting out a quiet breath of relief, you flopped down on your bed, your mattress bringing you some much-needed comfort. “Mhm. Thanks, Tighnari. . .” you muttered, your voice monotonous from your lack of energy.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. It felt wrong to leave you alone when you clearly weren’t well, but maybe all you needed was some quality sleep. “Alright, I’ll leave you to rest. Sleep well, rosebud.” He spoke before leaving quietly, making sure to close the door behind him. 

Through your bitter emotions, you brightened up a little at the nickname he’d given you. “Rosebud, huh. . .” you thought and closed your eyes, mind weighing heavy with uneasiness for an unknown cause. 

“Will I ever have a chance to fully blossom?” 

You hugged your pillow tighter against your body as sunlight enveloped your room through your flowered curtains. It seemed your hypothesis from yesterday was correct; you were spiraling downwards back into your depression, judging by your lack of unwillingness to get up despite sleeping like a log the entire night.

Fluttering open your (COLOR) eyes, you peered up at your ceiling with a distant look. You doubted anyone came in to check on you; you didn’t consider yourself to be of significance to them. So it was natural they didn’t care, right?

Being alone with your intrusive thoughts with nothing else but the sound of the wind was excruciating—torture even. Whereas no matter what you did to try and move, the shackles that restrained you didn’t budge. Though you remembered how careless you’ve been with the withering zones and thought you maybe deserved to be alone—to feel the crushing weight of everything you thought you did wrong. 

Tears clouded in your eyes and fell down as the thoughts multiplied. And with each one, the light in your eyes that once rivaled the sun dulled to rival the twilight that washed over teyvat during the night.

KNOCK. KNOCK

“(NAME). . .? Are—are you feeling alright? You haven’t left your room at all today. . .” Collei’s warm voice asked on the other side of the door.

You jolted up and frantically rubbed your eyes, hoping to rid the evidence that showed you’d been crying. “Y—yeah, I’m in here! Sorry, I ended up oversleeping. . . Do you need me for something?” You answered and tossed your legs over the side of your bed.

She shook her head, “no no! Um, Tighnari specifically told me that you should spend today getting all the rest you need. So you oversleeping is not an issue at all!” Her eyes followed down to your injury. “H—how’s your arm feeling?”

You winced as you remembered yesterday’s events. You murmured, “ah, an—about that. . . I’m sorry for hiding it from you. I—I didn’t want you to worry.” 

Collei offered you an apologetic smile. “Please don’t apologize! I—I’m just glad you treated it. . .” she reassured. Her smile fell when she regarded your puffy eyes and wet cheeks. “(NAME). . . Are—are you sure you’re feeling okay? You look so drained. . . You know you can always come to master Tighnari or me if anything’s bothering you, r—right?” Worried the trainee. 

“She’s lying to make you feel better. Nobody actually cares about you.”

“All you do is make things worse. You’re nothing but a burden to everyone around you.”

Biting back another tsunami of tears, you cleared your throat and compelled a weak smile. “I appreciate that, Collei. But I promise I’m alright! I just, um, need to lay down for a bit more. . .” you said feebly. “Way to go; you made it sound like you’re trying to get rid of her. Now she’s sure to hate you.”

She nodded understandingly, her expression warm and gentle. She insisted, “t—that’s perfectly fine, (NAME)! I’ll leave so you can rest, b—but please come get someone if you feel the need to!” 

You watched her leave with a sigh, your gaze lingering on your bedside drawer. “I should at least change clothes. . .” You uttered and picked out some comfier-looking clothes to throw on. As you dressed, your eyes continued to fixate on one of your drawers. “Well, what’re you waiting for? Go on, do it.” You fell on your bed and tightly shut your eyes, mustering up all your strength to ignore your thoughts. 

Meanwhile, Collei strutted up to Tighnari and tapped his shoulder, the nervous feeling in her stomach increasing. “H—hey master Tighnari. . . Are you busy right now? T—there’s something I want to talk to you about.” She hesitated, her eyes fleeting back to your house every now and then.

The fennec’s ears wiggled as he turned around, immediately noticing her anxious countenance. “No, I’m not. What’s wrong? Is it about (NAME)?” He inquired. He wasn’t certain why you were the first thing that came to mind; maybe because he was already so worried about you. Seing her nod, Tighnari’s stomach flipped upside down. “They’re. . . they’re not doing well, are they?”  

Collei’s eyes glossed over with tears as she shook her head. “I’m worried about them, Master. . . Like really worried. They kept pressing they were okay, but the look in their eyes felt so. . . numb and impassive,” she explained.

Tighnari stressfully sighed as he tried to think of the best way to confront the situation without hurting you. He didn’t want to press you to say anything you weren’t comfortable with, but he also didn’t want you going through this alone. “Alright. Collei, could you take my place in this week’s outings? Normally I would have you watch over them, but I’d rather take care of them myself in this particular case. . .” Requested the boy, his ears drooping as his heart hammered against his chest. Her statement about you having a numb look in your eyes gravely worried him.

“Of course! Do you want me to go tell the others?” 

He nodded, “that’d be great. . . Thanks a lot, Collei.”

Your back pushed against the wall as your head dropped further into your hands. You don’t know why you thought sleeping would magically fix everything. It didn’t help that you felt incredibly abandoned, despite being surrounded by people. People who, deep down inside, you knew cared and would help you without a doubt if you were to just ask. But each time you even considered asking for help, a mocking voice would belittle you for even thinking someone loved you. After hearing it so many times, you think you’d be able to successfully ignore it, but no. Instead, it dragged you farther down inside the grave you put yourself in. And the worse part was that there was no one around to help pull you back up, making the desire to give up increasingly stronger.

“Then why don’t you do it? It’s not like anyone here would care anyways.” A distorted, yet incredibly familiar, voice whispered in your ear.

Lifting your head up to look up, your entire body stiffened as you saw what looked like a hazy deformity of Tighnari. Even though you knew it wasn’t actually him, your mentality was shattered, and so was your sense of reality, so it got into your head with a snap of a finger; what worsened it was that it sounded exactly like him. You closed your eyes and covered your ears, striving to slow your rapid heart rate and clear your mind. “Go away. . .” you thought, fingernails digging into your skin. 

“Why don’t you give up and make everyone’s job easier? You know you aren’t wanted here. Your only chance at being useful is to just rid yourself, so you’re not in everybody’s way.”

Shakily forcing yourself up, you staggered into the kitchen—feeling like the only way to quiet your thoughts was to harm yourself. You promised yourself you wouldn’t put yourself through this again, but you’d instead do that than cave into your thoughts. 

Somehow, you clung to the last drop of hope that lingered inside your head—the hope that desperately called, “hang on just a little longer, and I promise everything’s going to be okay; YOU’RE going to be okay.”

Tighnari ambled to your front door, ears pressed tightly against his head as he knocked. “(NAME)? Can I come in? If you’re feeling well enough to talk, there’s something I’d like to ask. . .” He called gently. His ears flicked up and picked up the sound of your crying. Throat tightening, he knocked again, this time more urgently, hating every second wasted by not being with you. “(NAME), if you don’t open this door, I will find another way in! Let me help you, please!” Shouted the ranger, trying desperately to turn the doorknob. “Fuck this. No way in hell am I leaving them alone in there.” he thought before lock-picking your window and sliding inside.

“(NAME)!” he yelled as he raced inside the kitchen, finding you with a kitchen knife in your hands—blood dripping down your arms and covering the tip of the blade. It felt like a life or death situation as he stepped closer, never once taking his eyes off you. You looked so fragile as if you could completely break at one wrong action or word. “(NAME). . . Please, put—put the knife down.” Tighnari pleaded and bit his lip, trying his best to keep it together for your sake. “I’m here now. You don’t have to bear through this alone any longer. . .”

Your head suddenly fell silent at the sound of his concerned and hopeless tone—a prominent distinction from the one your hallucination had given him. Your strength left your body, and you dropped the knife, tears flooding your (COLOR) eyes and falling down endlessly.

The second the knife hit the floor, Tighnari rushed to your side and dragged you into an embrace, letting you cry into his shoulder. His hand firmly held the back of your head as he rocked you back and forth, terrified you’d drop dead at any moment. He murmured, “it’s okay, rosebud. . . I’m here now. Nothing can hurt you. . .” His turquoise eyes fell to the floor, giving the knife a sharp kick, sending it skating across the floor. Feeling you latch onto his hoodie, he pulled you tighter against him, careful not to hit your bloodied arms. 

Every bottled-up emotion you had exploded just like that—each and every self-destructive thought twisted into a heavy sob. And with each one, your knees caved further and further in til’ you couldn’t stand upright. 

Tighnari was quick to catch you before your body hit the floor, his arms soon finding their way around you again. He stayed quiet, however, pressing small pecks to your forehead to show you that he was there—that he cared. He hadn’t heard such gut-wrenching sobs in all his life, and to hear it from you, his favorite person, made him want to cry. 

After a few minutes, your cries quieted to sniffles, and eventually, you had utterly enfeebled yourself. Tighnari showed a faint smile, “alright, rosebud. I’m going to carry you to my house so I can properly care for your wounds. Close your eyes and rest for a while, okay? I can see how tired you are. . . I’ll be right with you when you first wake, I promise.”

You gave a weak nod and leaned your head against his chest, finally deciding to give your mind and body a proper rest. 

You stirred awake, head throbbing and memories blurred, to the sensation of someone gently patting your face with a cold washcloth. “Hmmn. . .” you muttered groggily, your eyes refusing to open.

“You’re awake. . . How’re you feeling?” Tighnari asked from beside you and set the cloth down, his gaze now fully fixed on you. “Do you need/want anything?”

Your breath hitched as you recalled what happened. Looking down, you noticed your arms, both sore, were neatly swathed in bandages. “I—I feel so numb. I’m—I’m so sorry, Tighnari. . .”

He shook his head and handed you a cup of a calming tea he had put together. “Rosebud, please. You have no reason to apologize. I should be the one saying sorry. I felt something was off with you and brushed it off.” He lamented, carefully caressing your cheek and brushing away the tears in your eyes. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, okay? Just know that you’re safe here—both from the outside and yourself. Nothing’s happening to you under my watch.”

You took a trembling breath as you sipped the tea. The intensity of his love made you feel small as he stared at you. “I’m sorry I never told you of my past with this. . . I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again, but everything got so loud—my thoughts, the world, everything. It hurt so much, Tighnari. . . So much that it manifested a hallucination of you. I—I was so scared and so alone. I tried so hard to cry for help, but it was like I lost my ability to talk. . .” You described.

Tighnari’s large ears twitched slightly as he carefully listened to every word you expressed, ensuring he understood everything before offering input. As he pondered what to say, his eyes dropped to your bandaged arms. The idea you’ve already gone through this process alone made him sick.

He mused, “(NAME) it’s your story to tell, not mine. In no way am I mad at you for not telling me of this sooner. . . I’m proud of you for speaking about it even now, given it’s something you’d rather not reminisce about. . .”

“I can tell by looking at you that you’ve been through so much. I know you might think otherwise, but you’re so strong. Despite going through hell and back, you remain incredibly empathetic and caring. Do you know how impressive that is?   

“I can guarantee you that whatever bullshit your mind fed these last three days is only food for your depression; that’s it. I can’t stress enough how much everyone here adores you—including me. rosebud, you’re so incredibly beautiful, from the inside and out. The way you flourish and flower is something I wish I could see every day. The thought of you wilting, let alone by your own hands, terrifies me. Archons, (NAME), you might not see it, but you’re perfect in every way.”

Tighnari finished and kissed the pads of your fingers, watching as your eyes glazed over with tears.

Each word echoed in your head until your mentality began to heal. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed to feel someone’s arms around you until he pulled you in his and kissed away the tears that fell from your (COLOR) eyes. 

You rested your head against his chest, racking through your brain to try and think of something to say. “What—what did you mean when you said you adored me. . .?” You mumbled. “Really (NAME)? That’s what you come up with?” 

Tighnari laughed warmly as his fingers smoothed your (COLOR) hair. “Is that what’s gotten you so quiet? Well, rosebud, I mean exactly what I say. I adore you. Collei always tells me how obvious my feelings for you are, but I didn’t want to rush anything between us, especially with how you’re feeling now. But I have an inkling that the reason why your depression chose me to manifest is because you feel the same. . .” He cooed.

You fell silent as thoughts swarmed your mind, none of which proved helpful in your situation. “Come on, (NAME)! Say something!” you thought and bit your lip. “Y—you might be right. . .” you replied quietly, slipping your fingers into his.

Tighnari smiled and pressed his lips to the back of your hand. “That so? Good, because I took the rest of the week off to look after you, and you’re going to stay at my house for that time.”

“That’s fine with me, but where am I going to sleep? I—I don’t want to kick you off your bed. . .” You wondered.

He chuckled, tail wrapping around your waist comfortably. “You’re sleeping with me, silly. That way, I can keep an eye on you and make sure you’re sleeping alright. Judging by the circles under your eyes, you’ve been struggling. . .” He hummed and started to rub circles on your side. “I already moved most of your things here while you slept; do you have anything that helps you sleep better at night? I’m going to have you drink a calming tea beforehand, but do you have a certain routine you need to do?”

You smiled a genuine smile, his calming and caring demeanor soothing your doubts. “No. . . I think having you by my side will be enough. . . Thank you, Tighnari. I—I appreciate it so much.”

“Oh, (NAME). . . You don’t have to thank me in the slightest. I’d do this 10 times over if you asked. I’d do just about anything for you. . .”

[v-anrouge]

My birthday is coming to an end and i really just wanted to thank you all for the love and kindness you've shown me everyday, especially today, in light of recent events realizing how much of a bad person i am and how many people ive hurt i started to wonder if i wasn't better off deactivating and never speaking to anyone here ever again save for a few people i at least knew weren't hurt by me. i talked to my dear friend Aru and talking to her allowed me to think more thoroughly about things, i also wrote some more on my journal, i still feel terrible and i still don't think i deserve to be treated and received with such kindness after everything ive done but seeing you all treat me like this really made me emotional, especially when i know i haven't been doing the same back to you all, im really sorry for how terrible i was and still am, as i am far from being healthy and only just started to try and get better, and i know some things will take very long to fix but i am very lucky to have found people like you all who are very understanding and supportive, the kind of people i usually push away because im scared ill hurt them someway (which proved itself true huh) but it also made me realize a few things. it's no use of me to ask for you opinions and after hearing deactivating and running away, i made many mistakes and i need to be here to own up to them, as well as to make it up for you guys in any ways i am able to, and that maybe just maybe i can make things right eventually and take this as a learning experience to live in a better way, i don't know when ill go back to posting passionately about my hyperfixations instead of just posting random things but i am gonna try because i have so many followers for very low quality posting, my college is finally gonna go on break so ill hopefully have some more free time to replay twst and analyse my favs deeper and understand them more and hopefully make some good posts like i used to

this got long and idk if it even makes sense but for the final part; thank you all for the support i seriously don't know what i did to deserve you guys but im really really happy to have you around, i promise to be better, thank you all for the birthday wishes :3c

[lilac-hecox]

So like Anthony's ex talked about talking about how he talked about her in some of the Smosh reunion videos and that she was going to make a video about it. She did.

I will be honest and say I know very little about her outside of watching some tea videos about their relationship and the vlog channel they had, and hearing Anthony's comments and takes on things, and how she once got angry online because he said in his draw my life video that she used him and was manipulative.

So, this is just a recap of what she said from her video about him/Smosh:

Anthony's ex's perspective is that she is getting blamed for the Smosh break up because neither Ian nor Anthony wants to take responsibility for the friendship crumbling.

After the video, she called Ian's long-term ex Melanie and talked for an hour, and they both agreed that Ian and Anthony threw her under the bus and made her the Yoko Ono of Smosh.

She says that the friendship began to crumble when Ian began dating Melanie because Anthony and Melanie didn't get along. She said that Anthony told her when he started dating her verbatim that he "hated her." "Couldn't stand her." "Found her very annoying." "Literally couldn't be in the same room as her."

She says that when she started dating Anthony Ian got upset that Anthony started being a good boyfriend to her and devoted 30 hours a week to her and was a better boyfriend to her than Ian was to Melanie and it caused tension in Ian's relationship with Melanie. That Melanie compared the way Anthony was with her with how Ian was treating his gf and how Anthony was "proud" of his gf and featured her in videos.

She said Ian never liked her and was mean to her. That he was fake towards her and she never understood him. They never fought and got along if they were in the same room. She said they didn't vibe with each other and that Ian didn't care to make any kind of effort to be her friend.

She brings up the low blow of Anthony saying that he tried to have a heart to heart with Ian in 2017 about how he almost married her and how it was a bad relationship and she says if Anthony is so happy in his relationship that he "constantly talks about how happy he is (with Mykie) and how great it is and that he moved on why does he keep talking about her"

She said if she was so terrible, why did he propose to her. Why did he beg for her back multiple times.

She also mentions how he now edited her out of his draw my life video the good and the bad things about her. She thinks he did that to hurt her.

Earlier in the video, she also says that they broke up in part because she stopped being attracted to him, and she got 'the ick' over him.

Later, she talks about Anthony being an introvert and how they were similar in lifestyle decisions. Then she says she wants to date someone introverted again.

My perspective/opinion (and again I don't really know her that well or know the ins and outs of their relationship) is sort of that she is just kind of making a bigger deal out of it than it really is. She's got people hyping her up in her comments saying Ian and Anthony are misogynistic for blaming their problems on a woman, and she's replying to those in positive ways. Admittedly, I'm biased because I'm a Smosh fan and a fairly new one who is learning lore. But it just kinda smacks of using the Smosh reunion for views, get people talking, etc.

Also, people are definitely allowed to talk about their relationships, and it goes both ways. She mentioned that if he's so happy, why is he mentioning her. In his POV, the relationship was toxic and had abusive elements. I was in an abusive relationship, and despite moving on and being happy, sometimes you just remember crap and you're like "man good thing that didn't actually work out."

Her being kinda snotty about how Anthony has to keep talking about how happy he is with Mykie just comes off as bad vibes.

Idk! Also, the stuff about Ian and Melanie. Ian and Melanie appear to still be friends or close, so whatever issues they had there is apparently no ill will between them when she kind of paints Melanie as being on her "side."

My take (which is just my opinion) is that I don't trust her really and this feels like a cash in on the Smosh reunion and the fact that she just moved back to LA and that a majority of her audience knows her because of her relevancy of being his ex.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

can you guys help? (specifically Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, and Charlie)

I had a friend that has issues with taking her anger out on me even though I didn't do anything to her. Last night I got really mad and said very hurtful things to her in the heat of the moment and I wish I could take it back. I don't want to continue being her friend but I at least want her to know I'm sorry. What should I do?

"Why would you apologize? It sounds to me like she had it coming, if she treats you so terribly!"

"I'm going to ignore the irony of you giving that advice. Look, if you want to break it off with this friend, then just walk away. You don't owe her an explanation, and if she's upset, she probably won't be willing to hear you out, anyway."

"Vox makes a fair point. Maybe talking to her right now isn't the best idea, especially if she already has a tendency to lash out. If you really feel the need to clear the air, maybe you can write her a letter? Explain where you were coming from, while keeping yourself out of a harmful situation. Then yeah, you should probably cut ties with her."

"I think a letter is a great idea! Another option is that you could have a neutral third party mediate between you two, so that you can talk everything out. But you do need to be mindful about what kind of situation you're putting yourself into. Even if the harm she's causing you isn't physical, it's still not okay, and you shouldn't risk putting yourself in the kind of situation that would expose you to more of it."

[no-not-without-you-blog]

Recipe for Love- Chapter 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC (Joanna MacDonald)

Warnings: Angst-ish. Steve being an ass. Maybe language?

Authors Note: I know that this is taking a bit to pick up, but I promise, we will get there. This one has some definite sparks.

Section Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Recipe for Love Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Steve’s next few days were filled with training supervision, briefings, paperwork, and actively trying to avoid Jo. He had finally found some time in his schedule to let off some steam of his own and was in the training room when he looked in the mirror in front of the weights he was currently using. He saw Jo looking around the training room and as she saw him working out, he quickly tried to find a way out of speaking to her. He had his headphones in, so perhaps he could pretend to have not seen or heard her. He was walking across the gym floor heading to the men's locker room, not too quickly to seem like he was running away but quickly enough that she wouldn’t be able to catch up. He was wiping his face with a towel, trying to appear like he had just finished his workout for the day. He may not have the best acting skills but he thought they were passable for the moment. He was almost home free until an agent who had been working out stopped him and pointed to Jo, having seen that Steve had his headphones in and assuming that he couldn’t hear her calling him. He let out a huff when he realized that he can’t ignore her any longer and he turned around, giving his best attempt at surprise.

“Sorry, I didn't see you there.” He gave her a polite but distant smile.

“No, I’m sorry for interrupting your workout.” She seemed honestly remorseful for interrupting him and for some reason, that annoyed him more. It would be easier to dislike and ignore her if she wasn’t so nice. But she was. She was nice and seemed kind and she wasn’t terrible to look at, not that that mattered. But all of this just made Steve trust her less. She probably made people feel comfortable around her and then took advantage of them.

“I’ve had a chance to speak to the rest of the team over the past few days, but I haven’t had a chance to really speak with you. Would you be able to talk now?” Steve knew that he would have to speak with her at some point so he may as well get it over with. “Sure. I was just headed back to my quarters. If you are okay with walking and talking.”

She smiled at him. “Some say it’s a talent of mine.” She joked but Steve just gave her a small polite smile. Okay, well stupid jokes didn’t seem to help. Maybe some simple small talk can break the ice around the Captain. Jo thought to herself.

“So, Captain. I may not be overly familiar with your specific details, but I do know the basics. How’s it been transitioning to the 21st century? I can only imagine the culture shock, let alone having to master all the new technology. It must have been an adjustment.” 

“It’s been fine. It took some getting used to, but I’ve adapted well enough.” He answered curtly. 

Well that didn’t help any.

“Do you enjoy living at the compound? I haven’t lived in an environment like this since college, so it’s definitely going to take me some time to adjust to communal living. I definitely got set in my ways living on my own.”

He just continued walking for a moment, not giving her any answer or commenting on what she said. He finally stopped, turning her towards him and staring into her eyes with a look that would make a person second guess what they said next. 

“Is this what you wanted to speak about? Asking me questions as a way to analyze me? I know you’re a shrink, Dr. MacDonald. Don’t think I didn’t figure out who you are and that you aren’t being truthful to the team. What are we to you? Some sort of study?” He was practically spitting his words at her, her face one of shock. “I won’t allow you to come in here and analyze the group for your own gain. We aren’t lab rats and I won’t allow anyone to treat the team that way. So I suggest you pack it up and leave, because you won’t be getting any research from me or the team.” 

With that, he took a deep breath, trying to control his anger and feeling proud that he had exposed her and was able to protect the team before she was able to get too close to any of them. He turned around and walked towards his room, away from her and the conversation. He held his head high, feeling like he had done his duty for the day.

Steve had just gotten out of the shower and dressed. He was still flying high from his “victory” over Miss, no, Doctor MacDonald. He knew he would need to inform the team, but that could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, he was going to rest easy in the knowledge that he had protected his team. There was a knock at his door and he strolled casually over to it and opened it with a smile on his face. His smile dropped and he rolled his eyes at seeing Jo standing in front of him. 

“Captain Rogers, we never finished our conversation earlier.” He expected her to have lies and excuses ready to defend herself. “I wanted to speak with you about any special dietary requirements or requests you might have for dinners. Also, if you had any ideas of activities you think the group might enjoy would be greatly appreciated.”

He was taken aback at her seeming nonchalant attitude about his accusations. She smiled knowingly at his bewildered look.

“Captain Rogers, I wasn’t hiding who I am. In fact, I have told each and every member of your team who I am and what I am about to tell you. I’m not here to make a study of you or the team. Yes, I am a psychologist by trade, and yes, in the past I have written studies that have been published in journals. But I have never once had someone unknowingly participate in a study. That would be unethical of me, especially when dealing with such highly recognizable individuals such as yourself and the rest of the team. My reasons for taking this job are my own, but I am not here to analyze you or attempt to get you to open up to me for therapy. If someone wants to talk to me in that capacity, they are more than welcome, but I am not here to be your psychologist. I want to feel like a part of this group as much as I can, and I can’t do that if you and everyone else feels like I am making notes about them. I’ll keep no notes on you or anyone else, nor will I compile any research or reports. I am just here to make this place feel more like a home for the team and for you.” She paused for a moment, letting what she had said sink in. “I hope you can hear and see the sincerity in my words and intentions. I can only hope that you will come to trust me and what I say to you.”

To say that Steve was shocked by her straightforwardness was an understatement. He had expected platitudes and half-truths, but he could tell that she was telling the truth. He started to feel a pit growing in his stomach as embarrassment and a sense of foolishness settled over him. He had made some big assumptions about her and had been wrong. He hung his head low and took a deep breath.

“Doc…”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re not the first person to close themselves off to me when they find out my profession. I’m used to it.” Jo started to walk away from him when he called out to her.

“Jo.”

She was shocked to hear him use her first name, as he hasn’t done so up to this point. She turned back towards him.

“Yes, Captain?”

“Roast.” He answered, sounding apologetic.

Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

“You asked what meals I preferred. I love Sunday Roast.” He attempted to offer her an apologetic smile.

“With carrots and potatoes?”

He nodded his head. “Yes, it’s my favorite.”

“See. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” A smile growing on her face as she turned and walked down the hall.

Steve watched her walk away, not quite sure what to make of her.

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 46

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Thoroughly study this week's chapter art by vikkdoesart469 like Donnie studies ingredient lists

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Screaming thanks at @friggysblog for a thousand years for giving me the chapter idea!

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Entering the apartment after work, you were still reading through the text you had just gotten on your way up. Not too large a block, it was still quite a few words from Donnie elaborately explaining that he needed to step out. What had you rereading was the fact that amongst the many words he’d typed out, he hadn’t once actually mentioned what he needed or where he’d gone. From one perspective, it could be inferred that it was something for dinner, but from another it almost seemed like a technological part. It felt like you were overthinking it, but everything about this message felt like a cover-up and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself at how obvious he was. He could execute villainous master plans in seconds and yet he was still a terrible liar.

Smiling through putting your coat and things up, you headed over to the couch and flopped down. There was really some cleaning you needed to attend to, but you figured you’d earned at least a small break having made it through another capitalistic toil. Scrolling on your phone for a thread you’d left up, you jumped back into some story someone was telling. Losing yourself to dramatics, your gaze was pulled when you heard the door unlock. Only a few messages until the end, you sped through them as you heard Donnie enter. He went through the usual motions of putting his coat up which gave you just enough time to finish.

“You’ve got to hear about this lady and her husband.” You turned to find him right behind you.

“First…” He seemed ready so you lifted up to address him when something landed on your head.

You had no time as he said nothing more and let go to walk away. Scrambling to catch whatever it was, you missed and felt it hit your shoulder on the way down. Making a little noise as its pointed corner stung, it then landed and bounced on a couch cushion with a rattle that said smaller things were inside. By the time you located the brown and gold box, Donnie was already in the kitchen.

Palming the container, you found he’d given you a 4 pack of chocolates.

Curiously turning it over, it was the kind you had seen at the grocery store and had always wondered what kind of occasion anyone actually picked these up for. They always seemed too small for an actual gift and too boring to grab for yourself as a treat. Picking at the little circling of tape, you lifted the lid to find an assortment of flavors and different shapes to anoint them. Fiddling with the case to find the leaflet that would say which was which, you tossed a question over your shoulder. “Did you win these or something?”

Donnie moved, preparing dinner.

“Guessing game?” You found the ingredient notes printed on the interior of the lid and reviewed them on the way over to the kitchen.

Donnie slowed to pass you a nod when you glanced at him.

“So it’s something.”

He grabbed a pot to fill.

“Not something? Not a holiday.” You set the box on the bar so you could grab your phone. A quick check of your shared calendar didn’t reveal anything of note.

He hummed a curious sound as he put the pot onto the stove and cranked the heat.

“Sort of a holiday?” You narrowed your gaze. “This kind of thing feels impersonal from you…”

He turned to give you a flat look.

“I mean come on!” You returned one with a flare. “You gave me dainty metal work on our first date.” You traced over the chain around your neck and resisted tapping the locket because it would open it up. “This, incredibly intricate origami, and an entire metal child just to name a few.”

He gave a puff of laughter before abandoning his work to fold his arms on the counter and lean towards you.

“I mean, I appreciate them. They’ll be tasty, but it’s kind of sad in comparison.”

“You’ve alluded to it, though not exactly.”

Your smile disappeared as your face centered around a confused purse of your lips. “Wait, what?”

“Not a holiday, an occasion. Impersonal on purpose and, again, you’re on track to mentioning which.” Having given you his laundry list of clues, he went back to preparing dinner.

Turning to lean your back against the counter, you heard him in mono as he made cooking noises while you sorted out what you’d both given and had been given. “Impersonal on purpose,” you whispered aloud, having a sense that was the most important part. “But you love anniversaries, so why would you-?” It hit you so hard you gave a belly full of laughter.

You could hear his smile beside you.

“Wait, I have to make sure!!” Between giggles you spun around and started swiping on the calendar that was still up. “Oh, shoot! What was the timeline? We hadn’t shared our calendar then, right? Or had we? Will it go back far enough…?”

“We had, but I copied over the entirety of mine. You could review as far as I’ve kept on this platform.”

You paused in swiping somewhere around the beginning of this year.

That was new.

Or rather, you never considered going that far back.

You weren’t sure you wanted to. 

Shaking off the combination of curiosity and fuzzies that he once again shared the whole of himself with you, you flipped back until your shared activities weren’t as plentiful, but both of your schedules still commingled. Spartan in nature compared to now, you found just the date you were looking for. “You are truly evil.”

“Oh?” With a quick rummage into a cabinet, he got a thermometer and clipped it to the side of the pot. “And what has labeled me so?”

“’Sadiversary?’” Your expression fell, sardonic, as you held your phone out to him to see that labeled event just below his return from the Hidden City.

His lips wrinkled as he gathered up some potatoes. “I thought you’d appreciate the naming convention.”

“Sad-anniversary?! Donnie!” You rounded the counter just as he was picking up a peeler. “Why get me anything? You said you wouldn’t recognize this one!”

“I debated it.” He palmed a potato and shredded its skin into a bowl. “You seemed to accept our authentic one, but I didn’t want to allow room for you to consider otherwise.”

“AKA make it as sad as possible to reinforce the better one?”

He tipped his head in an appreciative way as he made quick time peeling.

Staring down at what he was doing and then at the pot behind him, your gaze narrowed. “What are you making?”

“This?” He said and then nothing more.

Looking over what he’d taken out, you spied chicken, eggs, and a few bowls. “You asshole!”

He was failing spectacularly at hiding his wicked smile.

“This is my fast food order from that night!!”

He gave into a laugh. “The opposite in this case.”

“Make it better so I forget!” You moved over to him and gave his arm several gentle whacks. “It tasted good because you were back!”

“Steamed in the bag.” He griped. “The fries were no longer crisp.”

“So?! It was the thought that counted! You kept it warm! Amongst everything else that was happening!” You grabbed his arm and he set down his last potato to address you.

“Hmmm, thought, you say?”

“Are you-?!“ You pressed your body against the length of his appendage. “-trying to say that the thought here supersedes then?!”

“I believe there was something else from that night…” He looked over you affectionately. “We’re making memories just fine.”

“You-“ You buried your face into him and he was forced to give you an awkward side hug. “I’ve changed my mind!”

He watched on with a smile as you relinquished his arm.

You grabbed the chocolate and cradled them close like they were the most precious thing in the world. “I’m putting these on a shelf.”

He gave a single puff of amusement and continued to cook.

Plopping down on the couch with the chocolate still to your chest, you fussed over your reaction. You weren’t actually mad, but it was a strange sort of annoying. It was the same sense you got when Donnie was being stubborn in a ridiculous way. Leaning your head back to stare at the ceiling and listen to him rhythmically cut potatoes into fries, you thought there had to be a better way. In reality, if he had just let it be, you probably would have forgotten all about this being any type of anniversary. He was right about you accepting the other date for your official one. Besides his desire for it to be, it was nice to have something consistent to latch onto when there’s been so much murkiness at the beginning of your relationship. 

Given the option though, you turned the chocolates over. They rattled in the box and you mused on how you’d love to celebrate every little thing. It reminded you of the calendar which sequentially led to you thinking about the sadiversary entry. It was something he would have had to add afterwards, which meant he was editing past events. Opening your phone and seeing the calendar once again sitting dutifully where you left it, you found he’d added all your firsts. From that first meeting at the sandwich shop to that first hug where he’d greedily snatched you up, they were all there with simple notation. You wondered how often he looked back on them and tapped through their details to find they didn’t have recurring reminders. They were something he just wanted down on the books and you sank back, letting your phone fall on your chest near the candy.

You sat like that for a while until the sound of Donnie’s knife changed. Imagining he was now preparing the chicken, you lifted your phone back up with the intention to scroll, but for the third time tonight the calendar stared back at you. All your milestones built were a testament to the now and you only glanced at the small box one final time before a plan formed. Sitting up, you tabbed over to a browser and typed in a query. It took some sifting and checking reviews, but you finally found a suitable page and left it open as you got up.

“Room for one more?” You purred as you closed in on the kitchen.

Donnie evaluated your new aura with a raised brow. “As much as I would like to say yes…”

“It’s a small kitchen.” You agreed. “I want to bake something, are you using the oven?”

He had to stop what he was doing to give you the full narrowed brunt of his gaze. “Why?”

“It’s a special occasion.” You rotated your body cutely.

“This is not a thing.” Switching to a new type of drooped lids, he stared at you dully.

“But, dear!” You crooned and tilted your head back wistfully. “You’ve given me such a wonderful gift!”

“In jest.” He glanced down at the chocolates in your hand and you knew he was evaluating your grip so he could steal them back.

“You would never!” You huffed and snuck past him as he was distracted.

“I’m frying.” He clipped, tracking you by turning his entire body.

“My studious boyfriend? The one who remembers and cherishes all our anniversaries?!” You searched the bottom cabinet for a large mixing bowl.

He gave an indignant snort. “Y/N, the space.”

“It’s not really a saying or anything.” You glanced at him with a fleeting warmth as you went to get ingredients. “But it’s sort of a known thing that cooking together tests relationships.”

“Clearly.” He curled his hands out so he could put unsullied wrists on his hips. “One is already juggling the many facets. It’s why professionals note their location when moving.”

“’Behind!’” You joked as you actually moved behind him to get into the fridge.

“It’s integral to prevent mishaps.”

“Don’t think we can handle it?” You returned to your station which was the small counter to the left of the oven.

He didn’t make a noise, but you could hear him puff up at the insinuation.

“Think of it this way.” You turned with a rubber spatula in hand. “Either this goes well and we nail being in a relationship even better than we already are or it goes terribly wrong and this evening is forever marked with the blemish you want it to be.”

The two options instantly smoothed his hackles and a near twinkle caught his eye. “Set your temperature.”

You pressed a few buttons on the oven and in doing so caught a glimpse of golden oil inside the pot. “What about yours?”

“325, how is it?”

You checked the thermometer. “Climbing, almost 200.”

“Good. What are you making?”

“It’s a surprise, but I’m sure you’ll be able to tell as I make it.”

“I can be otherwise preoccupied if you prefer?”

You eyed him where you were measuring flour. “Yeah?”

He nodded, his head focused on what he was breading in front of him.

“Cute.” You noted and went back to your task.

It wasn’t without its mishaps. You nearly knocked over his bowl of soaking fries and he was just dropping the first batch of chicken into the fry oil while you were trying to get your pan into the oven. Thankfully his reach was long and he could allow both tasks without too much effort. You thanked him while keeping your distance to prevent further issues. Setting a timer, you gathered your dishes to wash and took whatever he was done with. He gave you an appreciative glance as he went back to constantly monitoring the oil temperature.

Scrubbing while humming a tune from a new catchy song you’d heard, Donnie asked you what it was and within moments it was playing over some unseen speaker. You chuckled and told him not to expect much. He said that wasn’t the point and strategically turned back to his frying when you whipped around to judge him. Resisting the urge to flick suds at him, you washed in rhythm to the music before putting up the dishes to dry.

Toweling clean hands, you turned to find a pile of fries growing by the minute. Reaching out at their glistening exterior, Donnie’s spider appeared and you halted as you were caught.

He seemed amused and didn’t block you further. “You could, but they aren’t done.”

“How?” You reviewed the golden brown stack.

“Double fry.” He gave a light tap into the pot to break something up.

“You were serious about the crunch.” You stepped closer to the pile to soak up the warm greased air.  

Donnie nodded.

“Not a floppy fry guy.” The heat of the oven lapped at your legs.

“No.”

“Have you tried a lot of fast food?” You bobbed to attention as Donnie held out a smaller crispy bit to you and you ate it out of his hand.

“When I did eat, it was usually takeout.” He twirled his utensil before fishing another set of fries out. “Anonymity.”

“Does that mean you didn’t become a regular anywhere?”

He stopped for a moment and lifted his gaze. “Hm, the opposite.”

“Yeah?”

“Glaring oversight.” He had the faintest grumble as he stared into frothing bubbles.

“Sounds like nothing happened.”

“But it could have.” He had a bite to him and you could tell his task was the only thing keeping him in place.

“It was good though, right? That’s why you kept ordering?” You delicately reached out to show you were going to touch his arm.

He glanced at you and returned his attention in a way that you took as a confirmation. “Sustenance could be derived anywhere. This is the city of delicacy.”

You spread your fingers out to feel the tightness in his bicep. “There’s a lot of competition so places have to be good.”

“Exactly. I could have gone anywhere.”

“Where… did you go? Was it one place or…?”

“Your curiosity is thinly veiled.” He seemed bitter as he fished out the last fries and turned up the heat.

“Ah… well…” You slid away from him, but in a flash of movement he caught your wrist.

He looked down at where he’d caught you and softened his grip. “I… find it difficult to understand why you’d want to know more about… him.”

“You.” You corrected softly, placing your hand over his.

“Whatever you imagine that to be, it’s worse.”

“You’re not the only one who’s tried to convince me.”

“And yet…” He leaned in, more to inspect you.

“I’d like to decide for myself. Imagine if I’d listened to this you in the beginning.”

You got to watch up close as his expression opened up in genuine surprise.

You steadied yourself on his hand to lean up and give him a peck.

He dipped down just long enough for it to land. “Stubborn.”

“Sounds like the good kind.”

“I’m grateful.”

“That I didn’t listen?”

He nodded in time as he lowered. 

Instead of a normal hug, he sort of plopped his body loose against yours. He didn’t hold his weight and you laughed as you had to spread your stance to keep him upright. He waited just until your legs wobbled before hugging you properly with his head still hung loosely on your shoulder.

You rubbed his carapace and felt that he didn’t have his battle shell on.

“We’re okay.” You mumbled, kissing into his clavicle.

He hummed an agreement. “Three places total, two concurrent.”

You leaned into him to keep your surprise from showing.

“American Chinese, Indian and Afghani.” He rooted down into your shirt and to your mating mark beneath. “I’d order the same dish repeatedly.”

Still making small circles against his shell, you avoided lingering in one place too long.

“This was early, before the lengthy mania settled in. When I held my first home longer than the others. Before I became transient.”

“The one you built S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. for?”

He paused and you could feel his smile as he gave another nod.

“Sounds like you. Creature of habit after one meal.”

He stiffened underhand and you increased your pressure. “The first would always mistakenly add to my order. Well… I considered it a mistake. I’d complain during my next and they’d play it off since I wasn’t charged.”

“They were giving you freebies.” You murmured affectionately.

“I hated it.” He chuffed and finally turned his head so you could see him.

“Is it still around?”

“None of them are.” He sighed and lifted up from you.

You smiled softly as he tried to fix your messed clothes. “You’re still here.”  

He slowed around your shoulders where he was smoothing a crease. “I am.”

“I’m glad you’re stubborn too.”

He held you there as he descended for a meaningful kiss. Leaning onto your tiptoes to meet him for the sake of it, it deepend until an acrid smell burned your nostrils. Donnie snapped away first with an annoyed huff as he turned to slammed the dial turning off the stove. “Damnit.”

“Burn the oil?” You stared at the obviously smoking pot.

“Beside.” He gruffed, grabbing the pot and heading toward the kitchen window. You stepped out of his way and watched him manage to open the thing one handed before he deposited the hot pot out onto the fire escape. Shutting it back down, he then dusted his hands. “Again.”

You gave him some space as he got fresh oil heating in a new pot and noticed the music was still going. “What’s this?”

Donnie made a noise before flicking his wrist back.

You watched as a holographic screen floated over to you.Catching it and skimming through the playlist, you smiled at its name. “’Dip Your Toe’ by Sheldon. I’m pretty sure I recognize that totally normal human man in the profile.”

Donnie said nothing as he moved things around.

“I see he’s following the party trend with EDM and dubstep.”

Flicking a towel, he threw it over his shoulder.

“How’s this music experiment been going?”

“I’ve marked a few of faint interest, but, overall, found little.”

“I get where Shelly is going, but he’s too excited. I think it’s because you can’t lose yourself to these.” You flicked to the bottom before moving back up through the songs with slow purpose. “You don’t like how music distracts, right?”

With a tilt of his head, you could tell he wasn’t so sure, but leaned into your estimation.

“Maybe interferes would be a better way to put it?”

You heard a hum that said that was better.

“But you like beats, but it has to be something quiet. Do you know what lo-fi is?”

“Low fidelity?”

“I think so…” Reaching up with both hands you formed batons with your fingers and slid them toward each corner. It made the screen much larger and you used the new space to bring up a browser. “People love studying to it or whatever.” Without a proper keyboard, you hovered your hands, unsure, until you watched as one faintly glowed like a ghost beneath your fingertips. Testing the keys which gave no contact, you got a feel how to write. Each press illuminated the entry which helped you tack out a query. “There’s a quote I heard. I don’t know it exactly, but it’s something about how in the absence of vocals, there is thought. It made me think of you.”

You heard a sizzle as he got the fries in for their second cook.

Hitting play on the stream, you slide your finger along the screen on a hunch and happily found it turned the sound up. Moving the bar until it could be properly heard, you looked toward your partner and found him raising his head to listen. “I can see you being an audiophile, but also maybe liking the imperfections in this? There’s a dusty quality to it. People call it nostalgic so I always liked the ‘dusty’ description. It reminds me of dusty records in an old crate.”

The subdued beats melded with the frying and you tossed the screen back to Donnie. It disappeared into his person with a burst of purple pixels and you watched his carapace until his shoulders drooped with a sort of calm. Not wholly sure if it was the music or the cooking itself, your lids lowered comfortably as you stared on, immersed in the moment. Zen washed over the space and refused to be interrupted as Donnie grabbed another pan. Watching him like some sort of low-key cooking show, he toasted some buns before preparing plates for assembly. Drawn to him just as he tossed finished fries in a large bowl with salt, he set the food aside and you pressed into him as soon as there was an opening.

Not holding you exactly for what you imagined were greasy fingers, you nuzzled your cheek to his plastron and swayed. Titters of birds and a thrum of a crackle mixed with ethereal piano notes. In a gentle rise, you felt Donnie move with you and you both rocked until a new beat kicked in for a seamless transition to the next song. Your mind cleansed, all else slipped away past the sound and warmth of your partner. Not so much thinking as feeling it, you thought you might stay in that moment forever.

Donnie not so easily rinsed, pressed his snout into your hair and mumbled about returning to this later. You reluctantly pulled from him as a violin-type sound mixed to ordain the next song. Parting in a way that still felt entwined, you moved to grab a plate he had prepared to your liking. Looking like a gourmet version of your fast food order, you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of it, only gesturing to him that you needed to look back on it later. He found it agreeable and you both hovered to the couch, stepping on notes along the way.

Eating came with bursts of flavor that seemed in time with melodies twirling around you like friendly gusts. Deliciously heavy, but balanced with his use of seasoning and crisp lettuce, your eyes closed around each bite. Engulfed in a symphony, you rode the tide until the food on your plate seemed to simply vanish. Knowing faintly it was because you consumed it, comfort said even the portion was exactly right. Static fluttered like a TV set timed out from sleep and you turned this lull to your mate. He’d seemingly long finished and was watching you within the same dozy dream.  

In what looked like a trance, but on his terms, he was set in motion. His vision crisp, but with a sort of auditory fuzz that should have given him a grain, he scooped you up. Malleable, he moved you easily as he wanted, which ended with you laying against his body as he stretched out on the couch. Music ever encompassing, he drew out the noise on your back with a sweeping brush of his finger tips. A canvas all his own, his strokes whipped up a physical sense of the music and you could only imagine how good he’d be if he picked up an instrument. Watching a mental dress-up doll of him try various models on, a beep shredded the entirety of the moment.

You shot up and a glare was shared, not at each other, but at the interloper. One of your creation, it struck you first and you could only shake your head as you dismounted. Donnie was too slack to follow and simply rolled over where his head was already on the arm rest to watch you return to the kitchen. Once there, you turned off the timer and grabbed some oven mitts. Opening up the hot box, you leaned away for fear of the heat burning your eyes before pulling out the toasty pan. Sitting it on a cooled burner, you looked over the small square and mentally cheered that there was no fall in the dough to signify what you had done.

Setting another timer to which Donnie gave an irritated click, you shushed him on the way back. Not quite finding the same comfort, you tucked in the very small space he wasn’t occupying and he wrapped an arm and leg around you to keep you secured onto the couch. Huddled close, you leaned your forehead against his and rested, never hitting the same calm before the timer announced itself again. Less ire this time, you headed over and cut out four large squares before hoisting up the entire still piping tray to bring over to your partner.

Seeing you toting it, Donnie sat up and you knelt down in front of him to present the tray.

“Brownies.” He spoke, looking over what you had made.

“Notice how many?” You watched him eagerly.

“Four.” He scrutinized the bunch. “A small batch.”

“The same number as…?”

He only showed his understanding with the minor quirk of his brow. “Chocolates in the box...”

“I never liked those chocolates.” You set a pot holder on the coffee table before placing the brownies on top of it. “Candy like that is supposed to be gifted, but what’s the point if it’s so small.”

He tracked you with increasing interest as you gestured to the set. Catching your intent, he picked one.

You smiled and the warmth of picking that one out was just enough for your fingers to bare. You then slipped it onto an unused napkin that happened to be nearby and offered it to him. “I’d rather have something we can share.”

He seemed as gooey as the centers were sure to be. “Which did I get?”

“It’s the full experience.” You chuckled. “Even when you’re told, it always ends up being something else.”

Smacked with the many meanings, he gaped at you openly.

“You just have to find out.”

You wouldn’t find out until later that he’d gotten chocolate all over the floor. All you knew in that moment was that he pounced on you and that this day would live on as one of your fondest memories.

NEXT

You know what's up! Huge shout-out to my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83

[whumpsoda]

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WSFSP Characters, ALL OF THEM. GIMME GIMME /Lh

@softvampirewhump

AHHH YAYYYY!!! :333 where do I even start…

For this ask game

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Prince/Wesley

I have way too many ideas for this guy I’m so obsessed with his situation! He really wants to see as much as he can of the world after being stuck in one room for so long, he is super fascinated by nature! Eventually he starts journaling about his life and the stuff he’s been able to do since leaving his sir :3 he really yearns to know who he was before, and would do anything to get his memories back! He has a lot of inner turmoil about loving his sir, and how he actually feels about him. He’s very shy until he breaks out of his shell, and then he has a very happy and playful personality! He has a tough time with his appearance and deciding for himself how he wants to look, which takes a while for him to get comfortable choosing clothes and styling his hair.

Mutt/Graham

I love him. So much. I don’t even know what to ramble about… I don’t want to spoil anything for him either!! He’s a hugeee softie, and tends to feel terrible about letting his emotions get to him so easily :( he doesn't often give himself the same compassion he gives others, and has a hard time loving himself. He wants to be friends with everyone at the safe house, but doesn’t think any of them would want to be friends in return! He hates being vulnerable, and hides his emotions as much as he possibly can, just like he was trained to! He’s always been very loyal to those he cares about, which was only amplified by becoming a pet! He’s extremely touch starved, and would do anything to be treated tenderly! He really refuses any memories trying to return, and that’s something very difficult for him.

Florence

He’s another great one… I especially love him because of his past! Lots of whumperflies from that one :3 When he first came to the safe house he was a lot like Prince, eager to join in but still very wary! He was dettered from having any speck of character from his old owners, but now he’s got a big personality, very humorous but kind of snarky at times. Has a load of self depreciation issues… he does not really like himself :( he’s working on it though! He often feels like if he’s not being of use, he’s automatically worthless, like a lot of domestics, so he still spends most of his days doing and begging for chores. It’s difficult for him to relax! He worries a lot about becoming who he was before being a pet.

Joey

I love her soooo much!!! She’s very quiet and pretty much likes keeping to herself (with her being a companion she definitely knows how to play up her personality and be more social) and can often get very tired of being in a house with so many people after it just being her and her lady for so long. She’s super duper besties with Florence and Otis, and would absolutely love for Agnes to come over more often! I can’t wait to eventually reveal the situation with her radio :] She’s a big reader in the safe house after relearning, her lady used to have a big library where she would read her books from.

Otis

Their ma’am was very elderly and in need of company and aid, and so Otis was bought for her by her daughter! Otis was rescued after she passed away, and taken to the safe house!! I’m still developing their personality as I write this, but I know that they are still working on a lot of stuff, and before Wesley and Graham was the newest to the shelter! They do their best to get along with everybody all of the time, and along with Florence are always itching for some kind of chore to do around the house! They are always polite and respectful, just like they were trained to be… Isaac absolutely loves when they say no to or complain about something!

Isaac

She’s trying her best!! Admittedly I sometimes worry that I make her unlikeable when I do want people to know that she really is trying to help the rescues so if anyone likes Isaac lmk… I would be very excited to hear that :] She hasn’t helped out nearly as many rescues as Edith and Oscar, so she’s still new to figuring out what works! She really wants to help out and do good in the world :3 she’s at her happiest when the rescues are at theirs, and she truly believes in every single one! She’s kind of like an older sister to all of them, very much a mom friend type. Her and Agnes tend to butt heads often, and so their relationship is a bit rocky, but they love each other to bits!!

Agnes

She is genuinely like my favorite to write I can’t wait to introduce her… her personality is inspired by a couple other characters from some other whump series here on tumblr!

She’s a very chill go with the flow kind of person, and hates any semblance of strictness or rules! She originally rescued herself from life with her mistress, and would never go back. She was at the shelter at the same time as August from my other series!!! They are fairly good friends :] she has a continuous history of losing and breaking stuff a lot, but she always keeps her most valued possessions safe. She definitely has a temper, and is fairly stubborn. She can never seem to keep a job for long, so tends to jump from one to the next. She’s still very much struggling after being in the shelter, but is still hopeful to make it out in the real world <3

Edith

Edith!!! I adore her!!! She’s very gentle, and treats ever rescue as if they were her very own kid! She used to have a very good job in IT work, before finding out more about pets and becoming more interested in pet liberation groups!! That’s actually where her and Oscar first met <33 she’s always trying her best, and tends to beat herself up about making mistakes with the rescues :( she is a very skeptical person, and does not trust people easily!! She’s always been a sort of anxious person, and was never good at making friends. Oscar is her best friend!! They love each other sooo much. She’s very good at communicating her feelings and helping other with boundaries :]

Oscar

Love him!!! He’s always been interested in pet liberation since he was in high school, and his dream for a long time was to start a safe house for them! He went to a very wealthy school which had kids who like. Actually had pets :/ he met some as a kid, and was always put off by it. His parents wanted him to go to college and be very successful, but he dropped out after realizing it just wasn’t for him! They were never supportive of his real calling, so never really talked to him after that :/ he loves Edith with his whole heart and would do absolutely anything for her or anyone else in the safe house. He keeps in touch with all of his past rescues!!

Atticus

Ohhh I hate him so much… I still need to show more about how he treats Prince and Mutt, but it’s not fun :( he’s a very put together guy who’s also great at lying! He is very intimidating, and knows well how to manipulate people. He always wanted pets since his parents had them, and eventually got his wish…

Clementine

Clementine is actually the one who helps rescue the two boxies!!! In her free time she gets really into pet liberation groups, and soon enough calls in to help Prince and Mutt saved :3 she’s always felt something was off with the whole pet thing, and after getting the job as Atticus’ maid her suspicions are set in stone.

Eloise

She is very strict with her views. She has a big judgmental side, and sees herself above a good amount of people. She’s a big rule follower and always looks for order in every situation. She takes a lot of pride in her work, and views it as her purpose! Is very critical of other people and not herself :/

[laugtherhyena]

OCs are a funny thing where you start off with this initial idea that you're pretty down for, but as you develop them a bit more and maybe even sit down to design them, you realize that they're giving off a different vibe or you come up with a different idea that seems more suitable for character. Bonus points if this is an old OC that you had when you were younger and they end up changing a lot over the years as you grow older and become more mature as both a person and a creator.

This is kinda what happened with my OC, Hiro, as she used to be this creepy kid that came back from the dead after a few decades and was okay with murder as a form of justice. But nowadays she's a kid that comes off as creepy when in reality she's just a depressed kid that's desperately in need of help and support in a time where everything had changed since she's been dead for a few decades and is struggling to adjust to the modern setting after reviving herself. And she hates murder in general now. Her concept was still technically the same, it's just the surrounding details about her that changed a lot.

(Interesting to know that Hitaru was going to be a lot more spoiled and like her parents since she's never been abused like the rest of her siblings. It would certainly hammer home the idea of continuing the cycle one way or another, but I like who Hitaru is now. She's so sweet and I wanted to destroy Mrs. Nijiue SO BADLY the more I learned about her and her husband.)

THAT'S LIKE,, THE FUNNIEST INSTANCES OF THIS HAPPENING the oc does a 180 and becomes the complete opposite of the idea you crested them for in the first place, absolutely insane.

Yeah if i had kept her as an asshole it would show how sometimes the cycle just can't be broken but i think she's much more interesting the way she is not because it's surprising? In a way? Like, this is the oldest of the Nijiue siblings and the one born with a natural talent for arts so you'd expect that she would be treated the best by the parents and take after them due to that but Hitaru has it just as badly as her siblings and took it upon herself to not be like the parents and help them in the only ways she could while being in such a terrible situation. It's a nice break of expectations i think

Akemi also charged a lot from my original idea for the character, she was a lot meaner when i first created her for voidswap and genuinely looked up to the parents and wanted to impress them for the attention he never received from them, but then Mod Bubbles picked the siblings up for Asoot and it led to her becoming a much nicer and nuanced character which is really cool because i think that's the first time an oc of mine changed because of my friend's ideas rather than something stemming solely from me so that's fun

I guess we could include Beni in this list too, but also not really? Because Beni herself really hasn't had major changes to her character ever since creation, she's remained largely the same, i just added more and more stuff to her

Even her design has been pretty much the same ever since this first sketch lmao

The thing is that before she came into my mind i had this different idea for a character which was this girl who woked at the foundation's police division alongside Ryutaro and Keisuke and she was this scaredy cat type character that was always stressed and hated her job, but I wasn't super into the idea and the design i had in mind just looked a lot like Maki + i wanted someone that could have some form of connection to the Dra so cue to me remembering Kanata had a younger siblings and coming up with Beni after i checked the list just to be sure

(Also dude do you have posts of any kind about Hiro and whatever world she comes from? It's such an interesting concept I'd love to hear more about it 👀)

[pearldog30]

Alejandro Vargas head Cannon

Here's my bestest of boy Alejandro hcs as always this is going to be more on the realistic side and I hope you enjoy this y'all have been so kind with the head cannons (also State tune for all my soap lovers out there he's going to be next)

Some other HCS for my boys 👉Master list

Warnings| a very slight mention of violence I guess you could say. Other than that none that I know of!

When I tell you I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to find a love song for him I REALLY DID THIS MF WAS DIFFICULT (anyways song by Sam Smith fire on fire) but you know what the second it came on it fit him perfectly

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MF IS EXTREMELY HOT HEADED! he really is the littlest things really bother him. (it's never you though, or anything you do, so you don't have to worry about it.) all you hear from him is loud cursing/how he could have done it better and faster.

A lot like Simon he's used to being in control of things because he's a commander, so he's used to having people under his wing to look after. So when he's home he can't help but try to take control of everything, because he doesn't want you to worry. (you have to constantly remind him you're not on the field/base, and it's okay to back off, and just sit back.)

As expected he has tons of guilt, from fallen soldiers. he has to watch over so this often has him in a depressed state, because he feels like he could have done something to prevent all of it. he's a protector by heart so when he can't protect those soldiers, even though they knew what they were getting into, it still pains him. it often has him questioning if he's even good for Las Almas/you. if he can't even protect his own. (which leads to him trying to push you away)

He sometimes experiences nightmares/night terrors. which has led to him jumping up in the middle of the night holding a knife to your throat, because he thought you were an enemy. (yeah he's not allowed to sleep around weapons anymore when he's on leave)

When I tell you this man is overprotective, I MEAN OVERPROTECTIVE! (low key a little possessive/jealous but not in the you can't go hang out, you can't have a job, type of away.) he loves you with his entire body, soul, and heart, what can I say he's a passionate and romantic lover.

I see him as having terrible patience. like man's fr fr needs to take a class on patients or some shit. (Also has terrible road rage can't tell me otherwise. That's why Rudy drives everywhere)

When y'all fight they usually turn into screaming yelling fights. because well a lot like the song he is fire, he's too damn stubborn, and hot headed, to see your side. until it either turns into you breaking down, (may or may not be a very spicy time) or until one of y'all back down, which is very rare because he don't like backing down.

But after each fight depending on what it was and when y'all finally have a minute to breathe. he'll come around feeling terrible/like a major asshole, on how he treated you and apologize. (even though he low-key hates it cuz he doesn't like admitting he was wrong even though he knows he is)

This might not come as a surprise, but he smokes a lot. (him Simon and price Bond over smoking breaks)

When I tell you this man gives measure HE WAS A DADDY'S BOY VIBES! HE REALLY DOES. like he was connected to his dad at the hip, which is why he is the way he is. and he's so passionate about everything especially his country/partners. he saw how his father treated his mother, and gave her Queen treatment. he knew that's how he wanted to treat his future partner/how partners should be treated. (you can think his father, for the Queen treatment you get.)

One thing that did surprised you. Was when you guys got together, is he actually didn't learn to cook from his mother. no he learned it from his father, he was always in the kitchen with his dad. looking at the way he always made his mother's favorite food, so it kind of turned into a love language for him as it was for his dad.

One thing that didn't surprise you though, is that he is a God damn handyman. anything you need he's right on it fixing it and will not accept help from anybody. (not even Rudy) he prides himself on being able to fix anything. But for some reason in the process he always somehow electrocutes himself no one knows how and you're getting concerned.

I could also see him being the kind of guy that would like purposely challenge everybody, beat them. and then challenge you, and lose to let you win, cuz he wants to see you happy it makes his entire day.

Love language physical touch, acts of service. (our boy fr fr doesn't know how to keep his hands off you, you practically have to pry him off of you, if you want to do anything.)

I'm going to end this off by saying OH MY FUCKIN GOD! y'all ate up the ghost fanfic I made. and honestly I low key was crying seeing how many of y'all really enjoyed it, thank you so much for that. and thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read this, and enjoy this as well I hope. anyways reblogs and comments are always much appreciated!🖤

[afirewiel]

I've been having a lot of thoughts about Jane Eyre recently. Like first off, couldn't Mr. Rochester have gotten his marriage annulled? Ever hear the phrase "married under false pretenses"? That's what happened to him! If he had known about Bertha's condition before hand he never would have married her. He was tricked. He had grounds for an annulment. I'm sure he could have gotten one if he had tried. But that's just it. He never mentions having tried to get one. Like...what's the deal? You'd think he'd have tried to get out of it if he could. Sure, it probably would have angered his father and the Masons, but honestly, who cares? They were the ones who tricked him in the first. I'd have given up caring what they thought after that if I were in his place. I just think it's kind of ridiculous that he continued to bemoan his situation and blame others for it when he doesn't sound like he even tried to change it.

And there's the Masons. I get that back then people didn't really understand mental illness and it was very stigmatized. It was basically considered a curse and one that they had no clue how to treat. But pawning off a severally mentally ill family member off onto an unsuspecting stranger is just low. Not to mention, insanity clearly runs in the family (or at least from mother to daughter, Richard's okay) because Mr. Rochester mentioned that her mother and grandmother also had it. So why would anyone want Bertha to get married and potentially have children, risking passing it on to more innocent people? The Masons were just awful jerks in this whole thing, as was Mr. Rochester's father, the latter of whom I don't understand at all. I get why the Masons did it, but what did the late Mr. Rochester have to gain from this?

Now, Richard does seem to genuinely care about Bertha, as evidenced by how far he was willing to travel to go see her (bear in mind that back then it was a lot more difficult to travel internationally). And even after she attacks him, he still pleads with Mr. Rochester to treat her well.

I also think Richard knew (or at the very least) suspected that Mr. Rochester was keeping his marriage a secret (though I doubt he ever suspected Mr. Rochester would go so far as to try and take a second wife). There were other guests at Thornfield at that time and it would have been so easy for the secret to come out. All it would have taken is a few minutes conversation. "How do you know Rochester?" "I'm his brother-in-law." "Oh. I didn't know he had a sister." "He doesn't. I'm his wife's brother." "HIS WHAT!?" So either Richard knew to keep his mouth shut or Mr. Rochester just got very lucky.

And you know who I don't see enough people talk about in relation to the Rochesters? Grace Poole. I feel really sorry for this woman. Think about her job. I cannot imagine the mental strain it would put on a person to care for some so severally mentally ill...and without help.

I know one could say she's terrible at her job since she gets drunk and falls asleep, allowing Bertha to get out and wonder the house. But when you think about what Grace's life is like, it's hardly surprising. Not only does she have such a tough job, she can't even talk about it since it's a secret. She has no one she can turn to for comfort. She doesn't (whether by her own choice or from orders by Mr. Rochester) mingle with the other servants. She has no shoulder to cry on. She's isolated and alone.

And she's been doing this job for 15 years! And again, since it's a secret, she take holidays or go on vacation because they cannot bring in someone from the outside to care for Bertha while she's gone. So imagine doing this job for 15 years without break. It's no wonder she turned to the bottle for comfort.

And Mr. Rochester blatantly lied to Jane about her (twice!) blaming her for the attacks on himself and Richard Mason. Yes, he doesn't fire her like Jane keep trying to get him to do, but I can't help but think that has less to do with him being compassionate and more about being afraid that Grace will spill the secret if he fires her.

After the fire, we never hear what happened to Grace, but I cannot imagine that she found another job. Back then it was hard to get employed without a reference and I doubt Mr. Rochester could (or was willing to) give her one. Sure, the secret was now out, but I doubt anyone would be willing to the hire the nurse who cared for the late Mrs. Rochester and let her escape to burn down the house on her watch. So poor Grace Poole had a mentally taxing job for 15 years, with no vacations and nothing to show for it.

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BNHA Fic Recs: Family/Friendship Feels

make this feel like home by carolinaa

The Todoroki siblings all come together for Christmas for the first time in years when they hear that Endeavor will be out of town during the break. Very painful, but also the most realistic depiction of estranged siblings that clearly love each other, but don't know how to act around each other. Fantastically written, and it's told from Natsuo's perspective, which is a refreshing take on this genre of Todoroki family recovery fics.

Tickets to the Todoroki Trauma Drama Are Buy 1 Get 1 Free by miniongrin

Touya and Fuyumi are twins and get body-swapped and learn about the lives they've developed since being separated and grow closer as a result. Fucking hysterical, great characterization of Fuyumi specifically, and surprisingly sweet and sad when it wants to be.

journey to the past by aloneintherain

When Izuku's classmates are pro heroes, they time travel back to when Izuku was little and save him from villain attacks repeatedly over the course of his life. This is heartbreakingly sweet. It shows all of Izuku's baggage and loneliness while simultaneously giving us the best friend bonding that is Pro Hero Class A playing with baby Deku. It's like getting an ice cream after getting decked in the nose.

Confusion by bortzy

Todoroki and Kirishima bonding over being gay. That's kind of it, but it's cute. I like Kirishima and Todoroki being friends. It's just uncomplicated friend stuff.

Movin' Out by momojirounation

Todoroki and Yaoyorozu not knowing how to function so they ask their partners for help. Very cute and funny, I love platonic Todomomo, and also they're both autistic, which is just--yes.

i. shaky hands by rexcorvidae

Izuku has chronic pain on account of being the human embodiment of poor impulse control, so Dadzawa steps in and helps him deal with it. It's just nice. It's just nice seeing people treating Izuku well. It's vicarious catharsis.

If We're Being Honest by thequeenofwhump

Class 1A is hit with a truth quirk that causes them to spout "fucking word vomit" for almost a month, and because no one can lie, all the couples get together in, like, the first chapter, and it's great. It's hilarious, especially the internal narration of the characters, and there's a lot of really good friendship moments between everyone involved, and I do mean everyone. It's not just the usual angst-ridden characters like Todoroki and Bakugou. I have a whole review typed up for this bad boy, but I'd say it's worth a read.

Imperceptible by lunarecrypt

A Hagakure-centric fic was something I did not know I needed, but now I'm glad I have it. Hagakure needs stealth advice from Todoroki, and she finds out the barest bones of his backstory and why he is the way he is. I always love fics about less popular characters, and I especially love them when they're told from the perspective of an underappreciated character. I really like Hagakure, and I wish there was more available content about her.

Terrible Twos by PotterheadAvengerDemigod

Midoriya is hit with a Quirk that de-ages him back to when he's four years old, and since Bakugou is the only person he knows and remembers, Bakugou has to babysit him. Tooth-rottingly adorable and features Bakugou struggling not to swear in the presence of innocent baby Deku, lest his friends hit him over the head with a rolled up newspaper. It's great, fucking love it.

all according to keikaku................. by carolinaa

Kirishima gets sick of Midoriya and Todoroki's pining, so he decides to flirt with Todoroki in an attempt to not-so-subtly force Midoriya to confess by taking advantage of Midoriya's competitive streak. The characterization is really solid and features teenagers being teenagers, with all the hell that is high school put on full display. I just love it when class 1A is depicted as just the most Gen Z kids to ever exist. This fic is almost literally every conversation I've overheard or been apart of in homework group study sessions. It's great.

(Honestly, just go read everything by this author).

bff (brother friend forever) by carolinaa

A collection of snapshots showing Iida and Uraraka's friendship, where they're really just bratty siblings that love each other just so much. As always with this author, great writing style, fantastic characterization, and hit me in the fucking feels.

(Seriously. Read everything by this author. Especially if you want good Erasermic and Todo-family fics).