#this got real angsty though whoops

[poppitron360]

Hii! Can I ask for some of your more lighthearted (as in not too angsty) Leo Valdez headcanons?

1. CANNOT SIT ON A CHAIR PROPERLY

FOR THE LIFE OF HIM. YOU COULD POINT A GUN TO HIS HEAD AND HE STILL COULDN’T DO IT.

I NEED MORE FANART OF THIS PLEASE

2. Can in theory breathe fire but doesn’t bc it gives him a really bad sore throat.

3. Still reading TOA- I just found out that Leo’s full name is “Leonidas” (either that or it’s a nickname Calypso gave him, but the fandom seem to agree that it’s his real name) but he HATES it when Calypso calls him that, so my hc is ANNABETH is the ONLY one with “Leonidas” privileges. And that’s bc he’s so fucking terrified of her he doesn’t DARE appose her on it. I feel like she does use it respectfully though.

Hazel is also allowed to use it sparingly.

4. Oh yeah fuck canon Leo and Annabeth are besties and they bond over both being runaways and also engineering/architecture stuff. Leo’s DEFINITELY had a peek around Daedalus’ laptop- his design for an automaton that can house a human soul got him thinking about his mom. He always planned on maybe taking a closer look at those files but then the laptop got lost in Tartar Sauce. I know you said no angst. Whoops.

5. Leo and Hazel start a support group for demigods who have come back from the dead. Every Wednesday in New Rome. Biscuits and Orange Juice will be provided. They call themselves the “YOLTers” (You Only Live Twice- because YOLO is for the weak). Thalia is also a frequent attendee.

6. I hc him as hard of hearing after the explosion in Blood of Olympus. Specifically deaf in his right ear and chronic tinnitus in his left. He uses hearing aids sometimes and also uses ASL and Morse Code to communicate. I choose to view that as wholesome bc we need more disability representation.

7. He is a “Leonidas” ONLY at Starbucks. He then follows it up with a bunch of equally hard-to-pronounce middle names (which he completely made up) said in a rapid-fire Spanish accent and watches the Barista panic as her white ass tries to spell it all. It’s even funnier when she tries to say it back to him when giving him his order. He takes the cup (leaves a generous tip) and says “but usually I just go by Leo” and walks away.

That is pretty much my entire understanding of American culture right there-

8. Trains autistic. He loves them. In the one I’m currently reading- The Dark Prophecy- Calypso and Apollo go on a train without Leo and I’m just imagining them getting back and him being “But what kind of train was it? Standard gauge or narrow gauge? Man, I love narrow gauge trains. Did you know that there’s this place in Wales called the Ffestiniog railway, where they have this special type of locomotive where the engine- the sicky-outy bit- is like, either side of the locomotive, so that there’s no need for a turntable-“

Okay I might also love narrow gauge trains (I’ve been on the Ffestiniog railway, it is amazing) (Also that is not a typo, in Welsh I believe the double f makes a soft sound (like in “off”) and a single f makes a hard sound, more like a v (like in “of”) you learn a new thing every day!)

9. Ambidextrous but Left-hand dominant (Often has to specify to his tool belt that he needs left-handed tools)

10. When speaking will put weird pauses in the middle of a sentence and not stop between sentences like talkingreallyfastwhenhe’sreally exited and talking slowly when he’s tiredit’skindaweird and choppy like hisbrainisgoing a million times faster than hismouth.

11. His favourite Disney film is Frozen.

12. When he’s comfortable around you, you start to hear more of his hispanic accent.

13. Said it before, will say it again. Headcannon no. 13 is ALWAYS WITHOUT FAIL “They’re a Swiftie.”

He has to listen to music as a way of not being alone with his thoughts. I discovered Taylor at a young age, and she has remained one of the few consistencies in my life since then. She got me through some tough times (Not as bad as Leo, but she helped me survive 2020). I feel like Leo would be the same- not always knowing where he’ll be sleeping that night or if food will be on the table, he’d want comfort, stability. Taylor would be there.

14. He wakes Frank up at 3am with “Hey I can’t read that what does that say?” “…Leo you wrote this. You’re telling me you can’t read your own writing?” Little does Leo know that Percy came in with exactly the same request half an hour before. Frank is finding being the only non-dyslexic on the ship incredibly frustrating.

15. Has the philosophy “anything is a fidget toy if you fidget with it” and STICKS to it

16. If Piper sees an item of clothing with an ungodsly amount of pockets, she is contractually obligated to buy it for him.

17. Eats cheese straight off the block. Like doesn’t even bother cutting it, he just *noms* straight into the block of cheese like it’s a chocolate bar. Similarly also eats Nutella straight outta the jar, sometimes without even using a spoon (and y’all know he doesn’t wash his hands).

18. Slightly more immune to electric shocks than normal bc of his way with machines (Valgrace nation do with that what you will)- similar to how Percy, as seen in botl, is a little bit fireproof.

19. You can’t tell me that during his first quest with Jason and Piper, they didn’t at least once triple-spoon with Leo in the middle bc he’s warmest.

20. In fact, “Cuddle Leo” is a common pastime for Jasiper. Particularly when it’s cold.

21. HE. CAN. SEW.

I saw a lot of people hc that Leo makes Percabeth’s wedding rings but that is factually incorrect. TYSON makes the ring. LEO makes Annabeth’s dress. I just started this fic where Annabeth, Piper, Leo, Reyna, and Rachel all go wedding dress shopping for Leo to get ideas, but he makes absolutely the most BEAUTIFUL gown for her- much better than any store. It puts all other wedding dresses to shame.

22. He can also knit, crochet (This hc was supplied by my mum who I’ve forced to read Heroes of Olympus), weave, and do macramé. He’s gone down rabbit holes about old-fashioned lacemaking. Him and Annabeth have sewing/crafting competitions at camp and on the Argo.

23. Autistic hand-flappy stim

24. He watches Stand-Up Comedy specials with Jason. I feel like if he wasn’t a mechanic he’d be a comedian (or run a taco truck, like Jason suggested in TLH). He takes his friends to as many comedy shows as he can. He loves them.

25. A Valgrace hc but it relates- while I was thinking up ways for Leo/Jason to propose (just a regular day in my brain), I had an idea for Leo to take Jason to one of those comedy shows that does crowd-work, and sits in the front row to get their attention. When the comedian asks who they are, Leo introduces Jason as his fiancé. When Jason goes, “Wait, no I’m not!” Leo yells “WELL WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE?” And gets down on one knee.

Also, sorry it’s taken me so long to respond. I’ve had this saved to my drafts and I’ve been slowly adding to it every time I get a new headcanon.

[icallhimjoey]

I call him Joey, just to feel something

so there we go.

Joe Quinn fanfiction one shots (updated 4 setember 2024)

That Better? - lil angsty, lil fluffy Summary: It's hot. It's humid and hot. You're uncomfortable, sticky, sweaty, and you feel disgusting. However, Joe doesn't give a shit. Needs his cuddles to get his sleep, no matter how grumpy it makes the both of you feel. Wordcount: 1.5K

Boy Of My Dreams - lil angsty, lil fluffy Summary: You have one of those nightmares that you're not really able to shake, and then Joe turns up as the bad guy and you wake up in a weird state. It's okay though. Joey fixes it. Wordcount: 1.5K

Five More Minutes - fluff / lil sexy Summary: Muttering "five more minutes" after waking up is something most people do, but somewhere along the line, you and Joe have taken it to a whole 'nother level. Wordcount: 2.5K

Cotton Soft Touches Gentle Voices Smooth - fluff Summary: Joe's got some work to finish, but it's difficult when his girlfriend is all snuggled up on the sofa, looking like she's just about the most comfortable a person has ever been. Wordcount: 1.8K

Just A Man - fluff Summary: Joe witnesses someone flirt with you, and, listen, Joe can take a lot, okay? But an Italian bartender making his girl laugh from where he can hear it across the hotel pool is just a little too much, all right? Wordcount: 1.7K

What Else - hurt/comfort Summary: You come home after a long shift, and your feet hurt, and you've got balled up toilet paper in your underwear, and peole are so fucking rude, and Joe is so happy and you're not. Wordcount: 1.8K

I Want To Hold Your Hand - fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: Bookstore!Joe is back for another store visit, and he thinks he wants a lot of things, but really, when he finds you hiding in the breakroom all day, all he truly wants to do is hold your hand. Wordcount: 2.4K

Lost Moments To Keep - hurt/comfort Summary: Bookstore!Joe is leaving for work tomorrow and won't be able to visit the store for a while... but then you take a real bad tumble in the store and hurt your head, so how the fuck can he leave you now? Wordcount: 3K

Little Spoon Reversed - fluff Summary: Anne is grossed out after hearing people talk about being big spoon or little spoon, and Joe loves using it against her. When he asks you which one you are, you throw him a curve ball that makes his brain melt a bit. Wordcount: 2.1K

Not His Thing - hurt/comfort Summary: Joe and his friends go for a fun day out and visit a smash room together, lads on tour. You have the same plans, except yours ends up being not so fun when a shard of ceramics flies right into your face. Big whoops on Joe's part. Wordcount: 1.7K

More Than That - fluff Summary: You hadn't actually thought this through. Hadn't anticipated what it would actually be like to bring Joe, the guy who you had sex with and who tried to feed you pasta a lot, to your cousin's wedding. It's: not the best. But Joe is, so, thumbs up emoji. Wordcount: 2.6K

Funny Story, Actually - fluff Summary: You take the tube to a dinner with Joe's friends, and on your way, you run into your former boss. The one who you'd trusted with your life. The one who then went and slept with your ex-boyfriend. The one whose bag you then pissed into before meeting Joe in an empty tube lift. Wordcount: 1.8K

Drown In You - smut Summary: In the shower with Joe, words get spoken that hold nothing back. This is the cut scene, the one entirely jumped over, from part 5 of Reinvent Love, remastered in full HD for your enjoyment. Full smut, little plot (although, read Reinvent Love because it’ll help)! Wordcount: 1.8K

The Boy Is Mine - fluff Summary: Joe has work and cancels plans but, you know what, you can just come over and help him out, can’t you? It’s nerve-racking and embarrassing but, ok fine, you can come over and help him. Wordcount: 1.8K

Love Languages - fluff Summary: You and Joe try to figure out his and your love language. You're convinced you know his. But then again... do you? Wordcount: 2.2K

Still Love Me? - fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: The holiday prep is just a lot, okay? And you did something stupid and now, here you are, crying over something silly and in need of some extra affection. Good thing Joe's there. Wordcount: 1.7K

Sweet Dreams - fluff Summary: You can't sleep. Joe finds you, still wide awake, when he gets into bed and has just the trick to get you to doze off. Wordcount: 1.1K

Good Girl - 18+ Summary: Joe figures out you have an off-switch. Or, an on-switch. Depends from which angle you approach it. Would be nice if he didn't abuse his power, wouldn't it? Joe disagrees. Wordcount: 1.9K

Heartbeats All Chaos - fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: You suffer through our first panic attack with Joe in the room and whilst you are trying your best to remain calm and practice all your breathing techniques, Joe is freaking out. Wordcount: 2.1K

Girls' Night - fluff Summary: Wedding gang's back! Joe's best friend Poppy and you are starting to become better friends. Joe pretends he hates it, eye-roll, oh my god, you're so annoying, but secretly he loves it so much he can't even think about it without blushing. Wordcount: 3.4K

For You - fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: All the women who are independent, throw your hands up at me. You never ask for shit, because you don't need any help, do you? Until, suddenly, um, yes you do, and Joe gets to fucking shine. Wordcount: 3.3K

Blind Bargain - fluff Summary: You and Joe are sneaking around and you're mortified people will find out, until your flatmate sort of does, and what if she hates you because you lied to her for ages? Joe saves the day. Wordcount: 3K

Touch - fluff Summary: Joe's all grumpy and grouchy and very irritable and so annoyed and, listen, his bones creak now. Shit, he's getting old. Good thing you've got magic hands with magic fingers that hold a magic touch. Wordcount: 2.1K

But, I Love You - angst, hurt no comfort Summary: You want an evening out with Joe. Your soft ruffled mismatched outfit Joe. But you get Joseph Quinn instead and when you voice this, it all kind of... goes to shit. Wordcount: 4.1K

Inside Out & Outside In - 18+ smut Summary: In this prequel to Ground Rules (see blow) you find out what really happened on that one night, where you felt all vulnerable, and Joe was there with soft eyes and kind touches. Wordcount: 4.9K

Ground Rules - angst, fluff Summary: You accidentally fall pregnant. It’s Joe’s, but you’re not together and… so, now what? Together you figure out a system that you have to keep convincing yourselves and everyone around you will actually work.  Wordcount: 4.8K

Mine - fluff Summary: Joe talks in his sleep. Seems kind of awake, but definitely isn't. That's... that's the story? Enjoy. Wordcount: 1K

Love You A Twelve - fluff Summary: Joe has some good news and some bad news. It starts with soft beard scratches on the sofa and ends with shaving foam kisses because Joe's cute and you're cute and, gosh, shut the fuck up don't even LOOK at me right now. Wordcount: 2.9K

Alla ricerca di Cenerentola - 18+ fluff, lil smut Summary: You meet Joe at a rooftop birthday party in Rome, Italy and Joe falls in love whilst you practically inhale a full charcuterie board. You're charming like that, we get it. But then you disappear... so, now what? Wordcount: 3.5K

Soothing Serenity - 18+ lots of TOUCH Summary: Joe just happens to be the type of boyfriend that relaxes after a long day at work by putting his hands on you. And who are you to deny him? Wordcount: 1.9K

Sticky Skies - fluff Summary: You move into a new flat and meet your very cute neighbour out on your balconies when you go for a cigarette. Quick 5-minute before bed smokes turn into long two-hour before bed conversations, and you're very cute as well, so Joe can't help but love you, obviously. Wordcount: 3.5K

Infinite Fizz - 18+ smut Summary: On your last day as a temp PA, there’s no more holding back. This is the cut scene, the one entirely jumped over, from part 5 of In 120 Hours, remastered in full HD for your enjoyment. Full smut, little plot (but read 120 hours, because it'll help). Wordcount: 3.7K

Easier In Greece - fluff Summary: Joe’s in an interesting stage of life when he’s offered an equally interesting project. You whisk him off to Greece and spend eight days together on a boat with high expectations of which none turn out to be true. Wordcount: 7.9K

Saturn’s Eyes - fluff Summary: On your first date with Joe, he suddenly has an idea. He needs to show you something back at his flat. It's not sketchy, he promises. Wordcount: 2K

What's Best For Me - angst, fluff Summary: Joe's in his head and is distant for a little while which quickly has you spiraling because clearly, this is all your fault isn't it? Wordcount: 2.3K 

Forty-seven Days - fluff Summary: You’ve not seen Joe for forty-seven days, and you think he’s coming back tomorrow but he lied and surprises you at your job a day early and he’s all hands and hips and mouth. Anne hates it. Wordcount: 1.1K

Soft Hands - fluff Summary: You come home from a night out at Halloween, absolutely plastered. Joe’s waited up for you and helps you into bed safely. Wordcount: 1.9K

His Glasses - 18+ smut Summary: Um, so, Joe wears his prescription glasses out of the bedroom for the first time. All aboard the struggle bus!  Wordcount: 1.3K

There You Go - 18+ smut Summary: You go to bed way before Joe does one night, and he finds you tossing and turning, unable to stop moving, having all sorts of dreams... and so Joe helps you out, wink wink nudge nudge. Wordcount: 1.1K

What Are You Wearing - fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: You have an awful day and then Joe wears and awful outfit and it's all wrong and why does a grown man not know how to fucking dress himself?! Wordcount: 1.9K

Promise Me Both Ways - 18+ smut, fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: You've asked Joe to be a little... rougher, than he usually is. And you fucking love it, until something goes wrong, and Joe freaks out. It's fine, you LOVE it, but Joe's not so sure... Wordcount: 1.8K

-> back to home ♥

[quinntell]

Laying on the ground. Fit on the brain. Do you think he grew up in 2b2t? Do you think he started the radio as a sort of log, and never thought it would go anywhere? How amazing and how horrifying must it be to talk to yourself for years, hopelessly, just to hear your own life parroted back at you through a shitty radio, and to get out and learn that people heard your life with you? That someone out there listened, and was excited to hear you had survived? That someone you didn't know was worried endlessly because you forgot to log a day? That someone grew with you, and you didn't know? Like.

God. Imagine Fit getting to the island, finally finally safe for the first time in his life, and a month into it, a boat crashes. Okay, not out of left field. But then he's introducing himself and he sees these two people he's never seen before in his life just light up and look so happy. Relieved, even. How weird is that? And then they walk up to him and tell them they both heard his radio.

He wasn't alone that entire time. That's gotta be a hard hitter. And an even harder hit? He doesn't have to be alone ever again.

And then the kidnappings ect ect, but oooh man I'm just. I think about Fit's story a lot. I think if he ever said why he was there, no one would blame him. They could hate him, sure, but who could blame someone for wanting peace?

GOD, IMAGINE IF HE EVER GOT REAL PEACE. NO DANGER. NONE! EVER! i think he would actually break down, honestly. Fit needs danger to survive because a danger-less place is just. Suspicious. At this point.

Okay this went on forever but I'm just rotating him in my head so much and sad music is playing. Whoops.

- FA (💥)

bro. I’m rotating /you/ in my head. Like literally you are just giving me so so so many good hc’s and ideas

I imagine fit is at first very very weary of pac e mike cuz like. They know /so much/ about him and then he starts overthinking about how many weaknesses he showed of himself when he did the logs and at first he mainly hung out with them to keep an eye on them and to make sure they don’t fuck up his plans. But slowly he started to bond with them and grew fond of the scientists and their hoard of rats and he almost forgot that they had listened to his logs because once they noticed fit stiffens when the mention it they just agreed to not bring it up and it’s just so wholesome but angsty at the same time!!

fr though FA your brain is so huge.

[sweetdreamsofgelato]

about the kiss prompt 3, 7, or11 with either Sy, Walter, or August. or Charles if we are feeling Tudory. lol

The #7 “I’ve missed you” kiss screamed Walter to me. This is slightly angsty, but I hope you enjoy it!

(gif from google, if it's yours pls let me know so I can properly credit)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader (You)

Rating: T for angst; hurt/comfort vibes

Word Count: 667

It was no secret that Walter was a gruff man. His oft-sullen and monosyllabic nature were rather notorious, and whilst no one ever appreciated being on the receiving end, most colleagues made allowances for something they deemed personally beneficial. His apparent ability to emotionally detach meant he was routinely saddled with the worst of the worst: the cases no one else wished to touch because of the inescapable knock-on effect on one’s mental health. Most assumed he was impervious to the foulest dregs of humanity and the horrific emotional gamut he ran each day. Believed that as if by some innate magic, he was able to simply absorb the repeated exposure to an endless parade of tragedy and defuse it all away into nothingness.

How wrong they were.

Walter felt everything and the trauma was acutely visceral. It lived in the permanent dark smudges under his haunted eyes, made its home in the unyielding tension in his every muscle, and burrowed into his soul where it inevitably metamorphosed into the existential exhaustion he continually suffered. His very essence was scarred, and it was a burden he bore without complaint so that the abysmal darkness never touched those closest to him.

His stoicism was how he survived and protected his peace.

It was how he protected you.

And whilst some took exception to his compartmentalisation by accusing him of being unnecessarily cold or distant, you understood and accepted it because you knew one thing with the utmost certainty:

No matter how far gone he may seem to be, Walter always came home.

It wasn’t easy, and the latest case had been particularly gruelling. Most evenings he stumbled in well past midnight and immediately collapsed on the sofa without touching the food you’d left wrapped on the kitchen worktop or taking a shower. Sometimes without even bothering to undress. After a paltry bit of sleep, he awoke before the sun and did it all over again. Days went by without seeing each other, let alone speaking, and it wasn’t for lack of wanting on his part. You knew it was because he was in the thick of it and processing that left him feeling tainted in many ways, and he never wanted that anywhere near you.

But you kept on making meals he could eat in passing and leaving extra cosy blankets and fresh clothes in the spaces he most frequently dropped. Held his hand in companionable silence when words were all but impossible. You continued to ease his burden the best ways you knew how because:

Walter always came home.

Just as he did that night. You were stretched out on the sofa enjoying a bit of television and a warm drink when Walter swept into the house on a wave of energy unseen in recent weeks.

You caught sight of his coat and hat flying through the corridor. His bag quickly followed, the lot chucked and forgotten at the bottom of the stairs. He finally came into view, hopping on one socked foot whilst desperately tugging at the boot on the other. He gave a triumphant whoop when he finally got it off. You made to rise, but he motioned for you to stay put and beelined for the sofa.

He collapsed into your open arms with a contented groan, and even though he was a beast of a man, you relished the weight of him. So solid and reassuring and real.

He enveloped your body with his and cradled your face in his hands. His fingertips sank into the soft column of your neck and yours dragged through his dark curls. Foreheads met, and in the barest moment of mingling sighs, his nose gently nudged yours before taking your mouth with his. His overgrown scruff scratched and stung with every drag of his lips but you cared nought. He was here, and that's all that mattered.

Neither desperate nor impatient, this kiss was slow and deliberate. By pouring himself into you and allowing you to return in kind, it was a recharging of the soul. Checking back in.

He reluctantly broke away, breathed into your neck and whispered, “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Welcome back, Walter.”

[feuqueerfire]

Wandee Goodday Ep 7 Live Blogging

Whoop whoop 2nd week in a row that I'm managing to watch the show right after it airs. Although I did consider not watching it for 1-2 days so that I can finish my binge watch of Unknown (I'm so excited to see petty Yuan in ep 8 heh) but thought I should just watch this one before I find out everything that happens through tumblr and twitter posts.

I'm in sort of an angsty mood, esp after the last few Unknown eps that I've watched, so I'm expecting some angst here too. Eps 5-6 of Wandee have been happy and fun while they ignore their feelings and problems, so I need some of that to burst and cause issues.

Ep 7 (June 15)

7-1

showing a little support for psychiatry, though idk how helpful it is to make somebody go when they don't really wanna go

Does Yak want a mouth kiss if he wins?

Yak finds a photo of Ter and Dee in a book and it casts doubt in his mind ig

ohhh Dee was planning on throwing it out but in the end kept it and he had even written "love Dr. Ter the most" on the back

pls Kao's frustration as the audience stand-in

"...might lead to losing them"

Did Ter hear the part that gives away that they're not real bfs

well, he knows they're not dating fr anyway but still the audacity to confront Yak like this

Ter using his knowledge about Dee gained for the past 8 years against Yak, agh. like you knew him all this time and must have known he liked you and yet now that he's finally moving on, you can somehow take action? piss off

both Unknown and Wandee have boxing

what is up with these grown ass adults not being able to live without seeing each other for a few days T.T you shouldn't even be thinking of not going to Japan bc you won't see Yak for a couple days

Why is Dee basically he sniffing Yak's armpit in the gym showers

7-2

Yei just watching Yak sneak out lmfao

fuck I think Ter's gonna somehow be here? I didn't watch the preview but I saw a screencap of Ter and Dee while Dee was in the tiger outfit or whatever, though I think somebody mentioned it was at Ter's place

speak of the devil...

oh, Yak's got a keycard to Dee's place, did we know that?

why is Dee at Ter's bruh

let's fucking kill Ter, I actually cannot anymore

I do think it's funny how neither of them are commenting on Dee's literal tiger sex roleplay costume lmao he's even got a headband!

Dee needs to snap out of it, get up, and leeeeeaaaave

now Kao is here too?

the costume isn't for you to appreciate, Ter stoppppp >:((((

why the fuckkkk did Ter start leaning in, I actually need this man dead and gone, get off my damn screen

and then spilling wine on himself and wanting Dee to help cleanup and now he's practically naked in his fucking boxers, I wish I could be normal about just disliking Ter but I am immature about my hatred for him the same way he's immature about his ways trying to get Dee

TER IS OPENING THE DOOR IN HIS BOXERS?!?!? AND DEE'S ALSO IN HIS TIGER COSTUME IM GONNA LOSE MY SHIT AGHHH

[Linguistics] oh damn Yak uses meung with Ter in anger

aw man T.T I get Yak, why did Dee say Yak always uses violence? I don't recall Yak being violent before this???

Yak breaking up, returning the keycard, taking the necklace back, ouchhhhhhhhh

Yak leaning on Taem

Aw man, Dee being sad at the necklace being gone

I think I would like it if for the rest of the ep + some of next ep, they're separate about doing their own stuff and missing each other and spending time with Ter & Taem only to realize they don't feel the same as they used to and when they come together again (hopefully sometimes next ep, I don't want it to be solved this ep tbh), it's with real feelings and confession. I think I also want Dee to confess/start the conversation since he's the one who fucked up (I know I ragged on Ter but how did Dee even let it go through all those steps omg)

fuck I saw 1 second of the preview and aghhhh I hate Ter, who could've guessed. I have some stuff to do so I'll be back for the next 2 parts later, though they're quite short compared to the first two parts.

7-3

back to watching but I'm having lunch so I probably won't type much

T.T

Ter realized his feelings alright. i don't know that i believe you lol, though maybe it's true since Ter's drunk while he's saying it

okay Ter accidentally fell, I thought he was gonna attack Dee from the 0.2 sec preview

dang, Yak's the one who leaned back and didn't kiss Taem. It seems like Taem wouldn't have been opposed to it?? Did she fall for him some time in the past few eps

7-4

oops was checking at the bottom timing bar how many minutes the show actually is before previews start (9mins) but got spoiled for the last scene of the ep

Damn, Yak's imagination of Dee and TEr really has him facing a humiliating defeat against Luke's character

I get P'Yei like despite everything going on in Yak's life, this is still his job and him winning was necessary for himself, the gym, money, etc. or at least put up a fair fight, not whatever that was bc of a fight with his fwb-fake bf that he has real feelings for

Aw, Wandee came back immediately and found Yak at his favourite place or whatever

Yak crying nooo

why am I suddenly paranoid that this is also Yak's imagination lmao

ah, indeed Yak had asked for Dee's first kiss

and Dee kisses him even though he lost

the kisses are mid but it's fine

damn, a hospital ball next ep? and how is Ter even in the show still wtf

I wanted angst and sadness and I got that but the way we got there was fairly contrived. Ter's sliminess I understand but Dee going through so many steps without just... leaving is like ?? I get that he may still have feelings for Ter that makes him not think straight or whatever but c'mon... am I supposed to believe Dee would actually go to Ter's place and have dinner there in his fucking sex roleplay clothes that he put on to have a candlelit dinner with Yak? and the violence comment was like... no? Yak's pathetic fight was also like... why.

The first kiss was also not impactful because we've established for 7 episodes that it's something very monumental to Dee + it's something that he wants to do with only somebody he really likes, so to have it 1) be a "consolation prize" and 2) come before they discuss their feelings or anything is resolved feels incomplete. It's not a grand or romantic moment the way their first kiss should have been. I don't wanna go back to goofy dance show or whatever next ep...

idk, this ep was a bit of disappointment in terms of storytelling and the way we're exploring emotions, I hope they can turn it around. They have 5 more episodes and so theoretically they have time to do stuff well but also... they have time to drag everything out lol

The necklace though T.T

[xxcherrycherixx]

I know i like to talk about cupid and blondie just fucking every second but i legit just also want them to just do normal couple shit man, like cuddling on the sofa or treating the other to their favourite home cooked meal.

Kissing each others cheeks and foreheads sweetly, holding hands everywhere. Constantly telling their respective friends about how much they love their gf.

They go to the fair and try to win each other prizes! Theres an archery game and blondie keeps telling cupid she can totally win it, cupid misses miserably. Blondie has a turn and wins immediately explaining her skills with “sometimes i get bored when you’re not home so i shoot your bow in the house” cupid just stares gobsmacked unsure wether to tell her girlfriend off or kiss her right there. (She absolutely breaks that bow when she gets home just incase blondie has accidentally hit herself with one of the arrows)

Cupid eventually starts bringing blondie through the portal and to other worlds, they never stay for long and cupid makes sure they’re very careful to not get caught but they get to go on wonderful dates.

Blondie starts bringing cupid with her on field work days, cupid takes it very serious and helps as best she can (although she does sneak kisses in now and then which distracts blondie)

They live in a little cottage, near a forest so blondie can explore (occasionally cupid gets dragged along with her, she still isn’t a big fan of the woods though) they have multiple spare bedrooms and when people ask why they have so many empty bedrooms they just give each other a look and make an excuse about how the place just came like that and they didn’t really mind the extra space.

Those spare rooms quickly become kids rooms (and a cub room, blondie brings home a baby bear one day and cupid just sighs in acceptance of the fact that she’s now also a mother to a bear. She of course loves that little one just as much as their other kids though)

None of the children are cupid’s biologically, she states that shes not comfortable with the idea of birth so Instead they’re all either a mix of blondie’s genes and a donors genes or they’re adopted.

Cupid’s family happily take in blondie and the kids as family, but they always give cupid sad looks when blondie and the kids aren’t around. Nonetheless blondie gets invited to join their parties and get togethers as cupid’s plus one, Aphrodite likes the blonde girl very much and tells her to call her auntie too, she often invites the girl to join her and her friends for drinks claiming blondie is great at sharing gossip.

As the fairytale worlds society changes, Blondies family comes around to accepting the relationship. especially when blondie introduces their first child, a girl with golden curls. All the remaining walls drop and blondies mother scoops her daughter up in a tearful hug proud of her for becoming a mother too and apologises for not being there to support her through the pregnancy. Blondie’s mother makes sure to be there for every single one afterwards and it makes blondie so happy.

But not everything is “just right” in a relationship. ( hey guys trigger warnings here for like um lots of shit about death and suicide 😬 whoops it got angsty)

Theres a lingering dark cloud that hangs over cupid and blondie’s relationship. Cupid doesn’t bring it up but she knows and hates whats to come, Its a horrible realisation that strikes her not long after they start dating, its the reason her family gives her pitying looks, its the reason she refuses to have biological kids of her own even though she wants to. She notices her wife change, and she changes herself physically to match, but its never real.

Blondie is aging and she isn’t.

She confides in briar one afternoon, the girl was meant to sleep 100 years and outlive her friends and family, and while she wont have to do that anymore, she still had to live with knowing it was going to happen. Briar tries to comfort her, but fails. She tells cupid to tell blondie, but she refuses to.

Two years into their marriage blondie becomes pregnant with their first child. When their daughter turns one years old cupid visits her family alone and cries. She cries and screams about the future, how quickly one will turn to ten and ten will turn to her first child being lowered into a grave. Her father holds her silently, knowing that nothing he says can comfort her.

Cupid continues for the next decade trying to keep her fears at bay, and then blondie gets a call about a loss in the family. An older relative who had taken their own life not long after the death of their spouse.

Another horrifying realisation hits cupid. She doesn’t confide in anyone about this one.

one day Aphrodite finally lets it slip to blondie that cupid will outlive her and their entire family.

Blondie struggles with learning this, she had known her wife was immortal and very much older than her, but having it finally hit her that her wife will outlive her by thousands upon thousands of years with most likely many lovers after to replace her hurts. Knowing cupid and their family will be her forever, but she and their family will not be cupid’s forever, absolutely tears her heart to shreds.

One day she breaks and tells cupid, her wife tells her that she will in fact “be her forever”, that there will be no one else after her. Blondie accepts it as a lie to comfort her, but one day she realises what cupid really meant. she feels sick and terrified of her wife’s intentions, but she feels even more sick at the relief it gives her to know that she wont just be a short fling the other woman will one day forget.

They don’t speak on it again and they definitely dont tell cupid’s family of her future intentions, they continue to live happy and in love, but every now and then they think about the shared grave that awaits them.

[daisymae-12]

20 questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag @kiwiana-writes ❤️❤️❤️

I wasn't going to do this because a silly part of me was feeling some imposter syndrome - mostly because I haven't published a fic for RWRB yet, and that makes me feel like I'm not a 'real' fic writer (yes silly I know) 🙃 reminded myself that I have published stuff on ffn/ao3 before even though it was 6+ years ago 😅 ANYWAY filled this out so I can look back in a year or so and see what's changed 🌞

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

5 on my old AO3 account that I pretend doesn't exist 😂 1 on my new AO3 (though it's just a fic where I dump my drabbles)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

48k

3. What fandoms do you write for?

only RWRB now

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

lmao not going specifically name them because these days I like to pretend all my old fics don't exist but my fic with the most kudos (354) is a soulmate fic 😌

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Mostly! (I've tried to respond to all of them but I'm always fighting the procrastination monster)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Confession for these two questions - I've never actually finished writing a fic 💀 but! I don't think I could ever write an angsty ending - I need a happy ending 😂 I'm going to finish a fic one day, I swear (hilariously I think the first fic I'll ever finish will be the Vampire Henry fic at this rate LOL)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've always planned to but I've never actually reached that part 💀 (see above confession about never having finished a fic lol)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope! Don't think it would be something I would do in the future either.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No and I don't think anyone would want to steal any of my half finished fics LOL

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Alex/Henry 🥺

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ahh all the unfinished fics on my old AO3 account. Sometimes I still get comments on that soulmate fic asking if I'm ever going to update and while I'd love to finish it, I'm in a different headspace now from when I started it (10 years ago!)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Let me see if I've got an answer for this in a year because right now I genuinely don't know 😅

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Does being a slow writer count? Never finishing a fic? I'm working on it 😅 I have 6 (whoops) WIP's right now and there's two that are SO CLOSE to being done - I've just got to keep fighting my easily distracted brain 🥲 The day I finish writing a fic, I'll genuinely cry and probably buy myself a cake to celebrate 😂

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'd like to? I do love reading fics that include Spanish dialogue. But my second language (Tagalog) is kinda useless for this? 😂 You'd think it'd be helpful cause it uses a lot of Spanish words/phrases, but it's too much of a different language overall to be of any use. (lol I'll read fics with Spanish dialogue and randomly be amused when I recognize a word that's the same in Tagalog - "I know that word!!!")

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HP (hate what jkr has done to taint it tho 🙃)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Since I've never finished a fic, my fave WIP's right now are my Fake Dating/College AU fic and my Vampire Henry fic 🥰

no pressure tags as always (sorry if you've already done this and I missed it 😅) @heybuddy-drabbles @affectionatelyrs @littlemisskittentoes @cultofsappho @happiness-of-the-pursuit @read-and-write- @14carrotghoul @inexplicablymine @suseagull04 +anyone who wants to do this

[its-captain-sir]

u reblogged it from me so 📓 star wars 👁️👁️

oh god there's honestly so many hakfhakdhsks I have been thinking at lot about my old fantasy au though lately so let's talk about that one!

Plot-wise it was supposed to follow Obi-wan, a jedi knight-wizard (jedi in this au are more ronin-like, united by the order but functionally traveling peacekeepers who offer up their services) who's been doing Bad ever since his fellow knight (Anakin) fell under the control of a dark wizard/demon (Palpatine). There was a big fight, forests were burned, squires and animal companions (Ahsoka and R2) were lost, and Obi-wan's entire life basically fell apart. Whoops!

None of that is actually Covered in the fic however cause this story would have focused on him running across Mandalore on his travels and encountering the king and his seven sons (Jango and the clones!), all bearing a curse that so far no one has been able to break. As far as they can tell, it was placed on them by dark wizard who was angry at Jango and hoped to weaken Mandalore, and now each of the sons are bound by a thread only they can see and tugs on it compel them to follow it to its owner or, as they learn later on, can even be used to control them. Upon learning that Obi-wan is skilled with magic (the force basically) and curses in particular, they enlist his help to try to break it before it's too late.

While that's the overarching plot point, lots of other stuff happens in the meantime! Like Ahsoka actually being alive and finding a place for herself in Mandalore as a close friend of Rex! Weird family dinners between all the Fetts that Obi-wan gets included in! Boba being the seventh son of a seventh son and maybe having just a Little more magic of his own than he should and making it everyone else's problem! Angsty moments where an attempt at breaking the curse fails and Cody and Rex are forced to turn against their loved ones! I'm not even scratching the surface here, I had BIG plans for this au.

Eventually it would have culminated with them purposely following the threads to their end and confronting the dark wizard who, surprise! is the same guy that corrupted Anakin (who is still under his control btw). There'd be a pretty large battle between the Fett family + Obi-wan and Ahsoka and Palpatine and Anakin + Palpatine's summoned constructs (the equivalent of battle droids), and tbh I don't think I ever completely got around to deciding what all happens here, but it does end with Cody killing Palpatine, Anakin being released to return to his friends and life, the curse on the Fetts finally broken, and everyone getting rides on a dragon as they all enter a free life from this point on (did I mention I made R2 a dragon? yeah I made him a dragon)

And there you have it I guess! There's honestly a lot more world building and plot points I could have gone into cause I reallyyyyy planned all those kinds of things out when I worked on this more consistently, that stuff was so much fun for me to try to figure out how to translate over from star wars to full fantasy, but this is the basics of it! Now I just sit here and hope that maybe it will actually be a real fic one day hakfhakdjsk

[bloustorm]

tagged by @aobawilliams

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

just 4

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

9,731 words3,338

3. What fandoms do you write for?

AO3 I got My Hero Academia, Trash of the Count's Family and Kiss the Abyss, but I also got various wips for Naruto, DC, and some other fandoms or crossovers like DCxWC

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Woes of a Drunkard (341)

How about No (76)

Burned-in Fingerprints (24)

When did I lose you for real? (18)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yeah! I always try to respond to the immediately, I myself like when the author responds to something I wrote in a comment (though I also try to write longer comments) and I think it's nice if it just gets acknowledged that I saw that they took their time for it. Also comments give me live and kudos just do nothing for me.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would probably be "When did I lose you for real" if I ever manage to finish that fic whoops

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh hard to say actually, like Burned-In Fingerprints ends pretty positive if I remember right but like How about No doesn't even get angsty at all? but I would say it's a neutral ending so yeah. Fingerprints.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, but like my fics aren't that well known obviously or haven't really been written out enough to have anything offensive in it lol. I really need to finish my wips one day

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, that's a secret /j Idk what's meant here with what kind, anyway only a selected few are allowed to read that anyways

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Hmm haven't written anything just thought about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so (unless it was done without my knowledge)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, there's kind of an idea of doing it with @grolahvol and possible @fanfiction-artist-prototype but that's up in the air for if it ever happens

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

...yeah no idea right now, come ask me another time. (It tends to change on the day)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

*crying* all of them.

Would really love to actually finish the posted stories I have on ao3 but I am currently so OUT of the fandom that it will take a while before I can look at the again I guess, like I literally have the third chapter almost ready only needs simple edits but nope

16. What are your writing strengths?

I honestly got no idea? I probably got some I'm just not sure what it could be.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

word hard. Also no idea how grammar works beyond "whatever feels right to me".

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eeh, I probably wouldn't do it because it's bothersome having to look up a translation while you're reading a fic, unless it's something that fits with the context or just a few words here and there. Also switching languages in the middle of thinking is so hard to do, why would you do this to me. + like it just feels awkward to write it in another language, at least to me. Or to read it, there are a few language that can make it work but like german is not one of them (at least to me)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Uhhh technically like the Ga'hoole movie or something mabye?? that was even before I knew about fandom.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

UGH, I like the Drunkard one but How about No is also really funny

tagging @fanfiction-artist-prototype @aro-aizawa @slagathorius-maximus and uhhh whoever else sees this and writes

[number-one-crush]

LF DoL M!LIxF!PC RP! (w/ me as the LIs and you as the PC!)

What an absolute fucking MESS of a title that is, lmaoooo TT

ASSORTED WARNINGS: 22+!! TW: dead dove and shit, it’s Degrees of Lewdity, please be careful people who don’t know what that is!

Hey (maybe future) friends! I’ve recently gotten into DOL and have been pretty obsessed with it lately. It’s got all the things I love, and by all the things I love, I mostly mean: EVERYONE LOVES ONE PERSON AND NO ONE IS HAPPY ABOUT IT and TOXIC FUCKING OBSESSIVE RELATIONSHIPS. So, without further ado…

THE PREMISE:

My favorite characters by far are Whitney and Kylar. I imagine I’d also probably really like Eden, too, but I actually haven’t really tried anything with him yet, and honestly, as much as he sounds like a real catch, I just really, really thrive off all the jealous drama between Whitney, Kylar, Sydney and Robin at school.

So like, I’d really like to RP that. And by that, I mean that I’d like to write Whitney and Kylar… and to a lesser extent, (mostly for drama) Robin and Sydney, as being wildly in love with and obsessed with your PC so we can explore the absolute mess of a fall out that inevitably causes. :v

My favorite thing to do with characters I love is to write for them: there’s something really fun about getting into that headspace and exploring the way they feel and how they’d behave, and I love it. I could write fanfiction, and I can’t lie: the temptations have been there! But honestly, it’s hard for me to motivate myself writing fanfiction when the chance to write against someone else and geek out over the absolute fucking disaster-nonsense our characters get up to together is so much more fun. ):

SO: DETAILS! 

I really only do MxF, with me playing the LIs as dudes and you playing the PC as a lady. Sorry for any other pairing combination, I just wouldn’t have the same inspiration to write for other configurations. ): I’m not going to tell you how your PC should look or really behave, and I look forward to hearing about her from you! I love getting excited about other peoples’ OCs!

I’ve got headcanons for the boys (which are pretty typical, honestly!), but I am of course open to input from you on what you’d like to see, too. :> 

Since this is DOL, obvious content warnings apply! Noncon/dubcon, abusive and messed-up situations… they pretty much come with the territory, though I’m not looking to make anyone uncomfy and I’ve got no problem toning some things down or ratcheting things up based on what you do or don’t feel comfy with! I’d like to feel comfortable talking OOC to make sure everyone feels okay about stuff. 

Which brings my rambling to my next point: DOL is obviously a sex game and I’m not opposed to raw smut or anything. But what I miss from the game is the emotional turmoil and fucked up sense of longing – and an obvious desire to possess PC – that I feel Kylar and even Whitney are drowning in. We get to see their actions, but not their thoughts, and I really want to do this to develop and dwell on those feelings! I want to see them and the PC involved in situations (fucked up as they are) that allow those things to really flourish and shine. I am an absolute slut for deep, anguished, sometimes violent obsession in characters… I just think getting to explore that is SUPER sexy in fiction, so maybe expect a like 80/20 plot to smut ration. Maybe 70/30? I feel like the smut hits a LOT harder if you’ve got a lot of pent up feelings behind it. 

Honestly, I don’t even NEED smut, but like, it’s DOL, so it kinda feels like it comes with the territory? Your girl here really lives the tumultuous, angsty emotional foreplay, whoops. ): I just really wanna write a bunch of really fucked up dudes falling in love with PC – bullying her, stalking her, meekly trying to protect her… you get the vibe!

ANYWAY, some things I’d hope for/need from you!:

+ Absolutely, positively, with no exceptions, you need to be like, middish twenties or older. I’m older myself and I absolutely have no desire to interact with teenagers. No offense to teenagers, you all can make great writers – just as someone who is absolutely not a teenager, it’s just what I’m comfortable with. Even if the subject matter wasn’t super-ultra-fucked, I wouldn’t feel comfy with it.

+ I’d like someone who understands that, as an adult, I have a job and a partner and a relatively active social life with my (one) good friend, so I will probably manage a post or two a day, sometimes a post every two! It might be more than that if I really get into the vibe, but ya know…

+ I like to be descriptive when I write, somewhere between pretentious-fuckoffery and wordy-but-functional. Sometimes I’ll do a few paragraphs… sometimes, I really get into it and it can be a couple pages. I tend to be reactive to what is needed for a scene: flashy back-and-forth dialogue is gonna make for shorter posts, but sometimes I really like getting into my character’s headspace and waxing poetic about how much they want their love interest for like, a few paragraphs or more. I’d like someone who can at least manage a few paragraphs! One liner stuff does nothing to me; I want to be able to feel like my characters have a reason to WANT your character, so I need something to work with! Please have a pretty good grasp of grammar and what not, too! Obviously stylistic choices can make for some fun grammar fuckery, and I’m not about to judge for some spelling errors, but like, please please have a pretty good grasp of writing! I live for good writing partners. ):

+ TENSE/POV: I am not super picky, but I admit I love the present tense second person of the game. As someone who was super into Homestuck, that shit just jives with me. That said, I’m open to a lot of different things, just absolutely NO FIRST PERSON. I cannot stand it in RP, it really takes me out. We can hash it out!

+ The ability to advocate for yourself OOC! The subject matter is icky, and I don’t want to traumatize anyone. We don’t need to be best OOC friends, but I hope we can feel comfortable with each other enough to hash things out outside of RP so we can both feel okay with whatever is going on! I’d also really like to just be able to gush about our characters OOC, please! TT Like, let’s be dumb and make playlists and pinterests, ahhhhhh! If you got a song you got that reminds you of things, PLEASE TELL ME, I wanna be a total fucking nerd about our fucked up children!

+ Discord! I tend to use discord to RP because servers make things easier to organize! Please use it! I don’t really like using anything else, womp womp. ):

So! If you’ve read all that, and you’re interested, please hmu here on Tumblr! I hate the ask/messaging system here, so like, you can just drop me some info on your PC and maybe your discord handle via one of those, and we can move to Discord to see if we’d make good RP partners! 

Thanks a bunch and looking forward to hearing from you! 

PS: Please excuse the Dabi theme-ing, I’m too lazy to change my very basic theme-ing. I love love fucked up dudes, and I cannot lie.

[emmamountebanks]

Okay, I GOT to ask: what are your Brinivybank headcanons? Like whats the full story behind these besties suffering together? And how angsty does this get? I need to know cuz you put this triplet in my head and I'm obsessed

omg

ive thrown up so much baloney about them over the months so some stuff i say may be lowkey rehashing but oh well! these are my babies!!

i ended up writing more than intended so it's put under a cut

i can already just kind of picture dylan meshing well naturally with both emma and max over the summer (in the event max made it ofc). emma and max would take a bit more time to even interact with each other but the second emma makes a dumb joke and max responds with something dumb back, it's clicked.

since max was originally listed in his bio as class clown before dylan's intro video gave him it, they're already on the same level. supermassive didn't let skyler and miles interact because they would've been too powerful together. the three of them would be just dumb shenanigan snark fests and everyone hates to love them. they are the perfect goofball menaces to compliment their partners, and they love terrorizing them together.

as far as the actual canon events though, i always just like to believe max and emma meet post-surviving that night. they have to. emma snatched his clothes and got his ugly wolf mug on her phone, she needs to make fun of him for it. and with biting/trying to bite her i can just see him being like "whoops my bad i didn't eat before the moon came up". u know she wants to be mad but with his lil hoodie and awkward dumb joke she can't be mad.

i needed just more of emma and dylan, too. they love being annoying!! they want to break into cabins and be gay do crimes!! the most i get for any sort of bonding is if abi's died and dylan recaps the story to her. she opens up in front of him and kaitlyn! she's letting her real emotions out for once and lets her stage presence drop! and then they just never interact again. what the hell!

but post-game! they have a great support system going. they all share almost the same fear, of not being good enough or trying to act like someone they're not because that's what makes people happy. dylan and emma put on a show since they think that's what the people want. max hated upsetting laura since he didn't tell her about college. he wasn't falling in line with the plan of what she wanted them to be anymore. none of them want to make anyone sad. they just want to have fun, tell jokes, be silly, and stay afloat.

after all the werewolf trauma, it's rough for them to bounce back to their normal selves, but i think they'd feed on each others energy and remember its okay to still smile. having everyone else alive and around definitely helps speed up the healing process too.

i also imagine if laura and ryan don't come back, dylan remembers max's name and her story of leaving him there. he and emma go together bc emma wants to know who the hell the bitch was that tried to eat her - and its just some goofball that's wearing a cropped pink hoodie. her desire to throw hands is instantly gone because he looks just so sad waiting for laura at the dock and he's like "who are u guys.. wheres my girl"

my favorite kind of angst for them is the run i just did where they were my only three survivors, and infected each other. i personally feel like there's a strong bond that forms between werewolves after infection - so now that their love interests are dead, they rely on each other 10x more for support. cuz no one is going to understand it like they do. cuz max is the reason emma bit dylan and now they're just stuck with it. they don't know the source of the curse, and no one is around to tell them anymore.

alone but together. every month, they dread the night that reminds them and forces them to be the cause of everything they've lost. they met up right after, realized what happened, and realize that it's just them. emma gets their numbers, they have a little group chat to keep each other sane. then when it's a full moon, they meet up to be together and accounted for, and lock themselves away.

another full moon later, they get a place to stay and move in with each other. it's easier and more comforting this way, and it's easier for them to keep their humor when it's in one safe space.

but the survivors guilt eats at them for a while. max is sad that he couldn't have done anything to help laura, that she died trying to help him. emma is sad she wasn't there for abi, that the last time she saw her she kissed abi's crush. dylan is sad that ryan went off and never came back, and he'll never know if something more could've happened.

while it takes a long time to heal, they eventually slowly come to terms with their fates. but they'll still never be okay.

maybe there's an off chance they can get chris to help, since he'd have to live for them to stay infected. but with the rest of the hacketts dead, chris is just as helpless as them on the night of an actual full moon. who could even cure them at this point?

[aandriskobold]

OKAY BIG POWER OF THE DOCTOR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS

bats don't read this if u haven't watched it yet. under a readmore for spoilers and because it's long whoops.

overall i think the writers were trying to do too much yet again. i can forgive part of this since it's a batshit master plan, but dan's leaving felt so rushed because of all the other stuff they had to get in, and i was upset we didn't get more time with just yaz and thirteen, exploring the dynamic we were left with at the end of the previous episode

you know i'm bored of daleks and cybermen. you know this. vaguely interesting to have them working together but i feel like that's also been done before? could have done something more fun and different!

again structurally they're not doing anything with their ideas. timeless child doesn't really matter. nothing thirteen has done has had a lasting impact on the plot of doctor who. and i hope they never touch timeless child again! it's just that if chibnall was going to do that he should have followed through during his run.

sacha dhawan killed it as always. he's such a compelling and sexy master, i hope we haven't seen the last of him. also my link got copyright struck for the song (but not the whole pirated episode) which i'm assuming was the iconic hit rasputin by boney m. which is hilarious.

i did also enjoy the dynamic of ace and tegan, especially with yaz (though i don't see any real reason for them to bring back graham. but if you're going to, where's ryan.). i love the exploration of what the lives of the companions are like afterwards, and how they might feel resentment/loss/yearning. tegan clinging to her gift from the doctor and being used as a weapon is so interesting and i wish they'd done more with that. like, doctor, you fuck people up so reliably it can be used against you!

however who actually set this up? was it graham? if it was graham why were they arguing over directions, unless they were trying to find yaz from the doctor's directions? in which case when did she have time to send them? why wasn't ryan there?

as much as i love the idea that the doctor and thirteen especially is defined by her friendships, i wish she had gotten her own dying monologue without being interrupted by the support group. jodie deserved it, but i think it also lessens the impact. she's ALONE, let her be alone! i'd have also loved it to be sadder (more detail later). like i wasn't already sobbing but you know i love misery. this doctor was so desperate for companionship, and it also feels a little out of character for yaz to just do it without questioning, when she has been pushing back against the doctor's commands during these specials. i don't see any real reason yaz would leave just because the doctor's regenerating. feels blatantly done to get yaz out of the way.

also kind of devastated that the last time we see yaz she's lying about the doctor being fine and still not talking about her real feelings. at a support group designed for that exactly.

i did overall enjoy yaz's story in this ep, and mandip's performance. love that she had to do stuff on her own and smashed it, i think that's really been missing for thirteen's whole run because there's always been a million other companions around.

so THASMIN. i have a lot of feelings about this.

I haven't been got so bad by a ship in a loooong time. i caught up over the weekend and couldn't think about anything else. mandip how do you make your eyes do that.

when i said "haha wouldn't it be deliciously angsty if they never actually get to act on their feelings and we don't even get a kiss" I DIDN'T EXPECT THEM TO ACTUALLY DO THAT. I CAN'T BELIEVE I BAITED MYSELF.

as someone who rarely experiences romantic attraction i'm not against the doctor just. not feeling that for yaz even if she wanted to. but it really seemed in the sea devils conversation that she did, she was just scared to act on it. but then that seemed to disappear again in potd. i've heard that mandip was playing yaz so that it would make sense if the writers decided to make her in gay love with the doctor, but thirteen reciprocating kind of came out of nowhere for me. she's very heart on her sleeve and i don't think she'd have been able to hide it if she was feeling it previously. so this is a case of poor setup imo since they? didn't tell jodie?? it also feels like a copout honestly, like chibnall is saying "look! we did lesbians! we weren't baiting you!" while we don't actually get the substance of their relationship at all.

although i'm obsessed with the tragedy of them just agreeing to spend forever together, and that forever lasting like. a week. tasty.

anyway. i'm just saying, i'd have made the whole thing even more tragic. yaz refusing to leave without a reason. the doctor lying to get her out. her regretting it at the last second and wishing she had yaz there, that more than anything she doesn't want to be alone again. that good stuff >:)

agree with other people saying thirteen's characterisation is off. she has no more reason to be scared of the master's bullshit than usual. she literally just saved the entire universe mostly on her own. where's her comebacks, her eyerolls? it felt like jodie barely got to actually do anything in her own last episode.

RUTH! I LOVE YOU!

forced regen is an interesting concept for me, i think it works in the end and it was pretty chilling, though i'd have liked to see more of a character change in the master-doctor. regen changes you! every time! some parts of the doctor would still be there!

doctor getting zapped and killed by an (checks hand) energy bolt feels a little contrived and disconnected from the main plot. feels like they wrote it, realised they still had to kill her, and went back and added the train and qurunx subplot.

speaking of that final regen, OKAY!

i was so hyped to see ncuti that i was actually mad david showed up lol. it does make sense for the anniversary though and i'm curious where they'll go with it.

final thought - hated the design choice to have her clothes change in the regen. YOUR CLOTHES DON'T CHANGE. IT'S A THING. if you wanted to hint at it being tennant you could have done face or hand close-ups instead. we were robbed of tennant in that fit also.

[bitchgray]

Hey! No worries about the slow replies! I'm pretty slow myself so no problem here 😅 Hmmm what ships should I ask about for the lore 🧐 Why don't you tell me about Yukimiya, Nanami, Solomon and Satan? I think that's a good bunch.

- L&L Anon

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Okay, so I'm gonna put this under a read more because some of these guys I've thought a lot about and some I haven't thought any about.

If you have any additional questions, lemme know.

Yukimiya - I have thought about him

So extra fun fact about me, I am a shy person. Given my behavior on the server, it might be a little surprising, but I am shy and I have astoundingly little presence for being 5'10" with a very broad frame.

The idea of someone seeing me easily and keeping on noticing me is kinda. It hits, y'know?

So the idea in my head that pairs these two concepts together is the fact that I have a crush on him very early on--as in, regardless of reasoning, I come across him practicing briefly, watch, he sees me watching and smiles at me, and I kinda panic and walk off, but the good news is that's enough to get me a crush.

Bad news, the crush gets worse. 0/10 experience. But I do somehow get around to actually being able to talk to him on a regular basis.

There's really not *much* in the way of Thoughts I have for him. But like. The big one is this kinda...belated 'oh' moment, I guess you could call it?

I like him, I'm not hiding it, but I'm also not obvious given that I don't actually want to be rejected by him. But one of the things I do is I offer him snacks. I just start carrying around snacks for him, he like blueberries, so I have these little packs of dried blueberries to offer him.

I hate blueberries. And he operates under the assumption of "oh, they have a food they like, they share it with me, nice", while failing, for a while, to notice, that A, I don't eat any of them, and B, I don't give them to anyone else. Other snacks, sure, I share, but the blueberries are specifically for him.

Someone *else* takes notice of it, though, and does him the favor of pointing it out.

At which point he realizes.....yeah no I really don't eat the blueberries. Or offer them to anyone else. I have just been doing that little bit to care for him and just him this whole time, huh?

.....WHOOPS. WHOOPS I'VE HAD A HUGE CRUSH ON HIM THIS WHOLE TIME, at least he finally noticed.

No like. Confession thoughts, per se, but he'd have to be the one to say anything.

I wanna take him to an aquarium and show him the penguins. He likes penguins, and that makes me happy.

I also need to tell him that he needs to go to therapy.

He listed his type as someone who laughs a lot and will watch over him. The idea of him noticing me for either of those reasons will send me to my grave.

Nanami - I have *not* thought about him

I think part of what it boils down to is I don't have many self-insert thoughts for JJK? I have one, but that was more of a thought experiment (an angsty, angsty thought experiment) than anything of note.

I think part of it really comes down to that I want to care for him. I think he deserves someone able to protect him, and I want to be that someone.

Another part of it is also he's the type of person I really want to get praise from. I want to impress him, at least a little bit. And yeah, I wanna hear him laugh.

I think he's the type of person who would like my sorta. Cat-like affection/relationship with people I like. Someone invites me to hang out with them, there's no real need for it to be a Big Thing. Sitting in the same room for three, four hours, maybe putting on something to watch, but generally just doing our own things, being happy sitting together in the same room in silence? Maybe occasionally showing each other something, maybe leaning against each other, or just occasionally poking him? Choice.

Satan - I have thought about him

So--sue me, I don't like *everything* about Nightbringer, but it did give the delicious delicious thought that early on he's got very much a vibe of separation anxiety? Like--there's maybe a couple people who he can stand to be around for an extended period without worry about them suddenly irritating him for literally no reason. I want to be one of those people.

Which is funny, because my self-insert also fell before the brothers for asking god who died and made him king (joke, I don't know exactly how it happened yet, so until I do, this is the cover story) so, whoops.

I have big fuck-off wings that occasionally manifest and knock something over when I'm startled, or just on accident for a hot minute. I knock over his books a lot, but I help put them back.

He's--sure, I irritate him just a *little* at first, right, like. I just *show up* and he's already on edge about all his 'brothers' (the air quotes go away eventually) always around and on his case, he doesn't need another idiot with wings invading his space like this and looking through his books. But I also don't really cower away from him when he gets all pissy, and I don't provoke him any further. I just sit exactly where I am and keep reading, and then when I finish my business I leave.

The irritation eventually goes away because at least I'm generally *quiet.* And whenever I talk, I actually talk about something he knows about, and I don't ever talk about any "before" this, right? And I do like cats.

So eventually I just. I become one of Those People for him. And that means that now he's following me around and doesn't like it when I leave. And I'll give him a feather to play with in my absence every so often, or I'll just stay the night with him. Just quiet talks. He just goes and grabs my sleeve whenever things are a bit Much for him so I can at least stick around him.

And when feelings develop, it doesn't really *need* to be said. It's not a matter of us shying away from the concept of being "together." We'll call our trips out to bookstores and cafes and out to categorize odd fauna for my work 'dates', and we won't say that anyone's wrong when they assume we're a couple. We just. Bonded together. He'll read me poetry, and I'll improvise something to say to watch him blush. I'll kiss him out of nowhere on occasion. Normal stuff.

I want to watch him grow! He goes from barely being able to enjoy the presence of anyone around him to having friends just about everywhere, I want to be around to watch that happen, be proud of him about it.

I also want to nap with him. He seems like he'd be comfy to nap around.

Solomon - I have *sort of* thought about him

Having a self-insert already in mind helps this, right? Wrong.

I want him to look at me. Why? Not a clue. I want him to see me and be a little annoying about wanting my attention.

Annoying man.

I don't know, he can fluster me a bit if he flirts with me, but I *will* look unimpressed if he makes note of it.

He's not ever allowed to notice the fact that I'm looking at him. He's not. He ever get any sort of >:3c about it, I will vacate the premises. No exceptions.

I want to sit around with him and watch him work on spells and the like. It's like--a universal trait across most of my self-inserts that I find magic difficult past one or two types, but like. The idea that I'm okay at magic, just do it in a way that he can't make sense of? Choice.

I want to make him feel tender for no real reason. I want to fall asleep around him and have the first question in his mind be whether he should get a blanket for me. I want to surprise him with the fact that he's catching feelings so at least *then* I'm not *alone*.

The idea of him touching me gets me flustered. Truly awful man.

He gets *one* feather. And that's if he's nice.

The poly ship with him and Satan has the same vibes in the sense of None Of Us Say Anything, we just get closer and closer until, Surprise, We've Been Dating This Whole Time. We just all love cats.

[lymricks]

76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” for @allegra-dreams <3 It’s a rock that fucking does it, finally. Billy’s toe catches on a rock as they’re running, and they’ve been running for what feels like hours and he isn’t tired at all, feels like he could run all night, might have to, but his toe catches on a rock and Billy goes down on all fours with a howl and he just--he just can’t get back up.

It’s been a long fucking night. A blur, mostly, of swinging his fucking crowbar through the air, through the skulls of fucked up monsters, and he could have kept going, he swears he could’ve, but the fucking rock.

“Billy!” Steve’s voice is sharp, but the tone is low. They don’t want to get found. He’s got a bandana tied around his upper arm. He’d been bleeding. Billy had stopped the bleeding because it had seemed like a lot of bleeding for one arm. “Get up,” Steve hisses at him, stumbling back to his side. “We have to fucking go!”

The kids are all staring at them and Billy can’t look at Max. He can’t fucking do it. “I can’t,” Billy says. “You need to keep moving.”

“What? Yeah, ok. That’s a no,” Steve says. “Come on, man. We don’t have time for this.”

Billy knows exactly what did it, and if he’s honest, it wasn’t the fucking rock. It was the thing that went for Steve, the one who took the bite out of his shoulder. Billy had been on the other side of a fence when it happened, when Steve had cried out and the kids had screamed. Billy had been on the other side of a fence, but he’d turned around and one of those things had latched itself onto Steve’s arm and Steve was on the ground, and Billy hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t had a second thought, had vaulted the fence, screaming, swearing, had torn it off of Steve.

Had killed it. Super fucking dead. It’s just that it had taken a bite out of him, too. And now Billy’s tripped over a rock and he can���t get back up and the kids and Steve need to keep moving.

“You,” Billy says, voice low, “Need to keep fucking moving.”

It would have killed Steve. It would have eaten him. Billy had fucked up Steve’s face not too long ago, but he doesn’t want Steve to get eaten. Actually, he the opposite of wants that, but only Steve knows and anyway it isn’t an option. The kids are safe, at least. It would have eaten them, too, once it had finished Steve off. Billy had had a choice, sure, and he’d made it. And then he’d tripped over a fucking rock. And now he can’t get up.

“We’re not leaving without you,” Steve says. “What’s wrong? Get the fuck up, Billy!” and he sounds pissed, but Billy can hear the low thread of panic in his voice. “Get the fuck up.”

“Harrington,” Billy says, and his voice is loud. “You’re not fucking hearing me. You. Need. To. Keep. Moving.”

You need to leave me here, he means.

He doesn’t want to look at Steve when he says it, but the other option is Max, and Billy can’t look at her either. “What’s going on?” she says. “We need to run! They’re coming!”

Steve is still crouched down next to where Billy is doubled over on the ground. “Billy,” Steve says. “Get up.”

Billy shakes his head. “I can’t,” he says softly. “Steve. I can’t.”

“No,” Steve says. “Sorry. That’s not a fucking option.” He hooks his fingers under Billy’s arms and lifts, but he hisses in pain from the bite out of his arm and they don’t get far. They land with Steve sitting on his heels, Billy leaning into him, both of them breathing hard. Steve tries to shift his grip, to get his arm around Billy’s waist. Billy can’t help the sharp, pained sound that he makes. He’s looking at Steve’s face when he finally sees the blood. “Billy,” Steve says. “Holy shit. Why didn’t you--”

“You need to keep moving,” Billy says again. “Fuck. Steve, you need to keep moving.”

Steve’s shaking his head. It’s making Billy a little dizzy to look at it. There are black spots dancing behind his vision. “Run,” Billy says.

Steve falls back on his ass and tugs Billy into his lap. Billy’s head lulls a little against Steve’s shoulder. This is the opposite of what he wanted, but in the cold night air, in the crunch of frost, Steve’s chest is an impossibly warm pillow. Billy feels his eyes start to close.

“Billy?” Max says.

Steve cuts her off. “You need to run. Get to Hopper’s. Don’t stop until the door is boarded up behind you.”

“What about you?” Dustin asks. Billy thinks his voice sounds small. Steve smells good, Billy thinks. He wants to lick him. He’s so tired.

“We’re going to be fine,” Steve says. “Run. Seriously, right fucking now, shitheads.”

Billy hears them leave. It’s so dark. “It’s dark,” he says.

“Your eyes are closed, asshole. Open them.”

In the distance, Billy can hear the sound of monsters coming. “You need to run,” he says. He doesn’t open his eyes. Steve is going to get eaten if he stays. Steve is so fucking warm.

“It’s all right,” Steve says. “Open your eyes for me, Billy. Come on.”

That’s just another addition to the list of things Steve’s asking of him that Billy can’t do. Get up, be my boyfriend, open your eyes. Billy can’t do any of those things. Billy shakes his head, feels Steve’s hand framing his face. Feels Steve’s lips against his own, gentle. Billy loves him so fucking much, but he can’t open his eyes or get up or be his boyfriend and he’s sorry, but at least Steve didn’t get eaten. At least the kids got away.

He’s sorry.

He kisses Steve back until it’s too much to hold his head up, until it’s easier to just rest against him. The monsters are coming. Steve needs to fucking run. “Billy,” Steve says. “Baby, you need to wake up.”

Billy wants to, but he can’t. It’s the stupid fucking rock. It’s the bite out of his side. He can feel his own blood down his ribs and stomach, sticky and warm. He wants to tell Steve that he isn’t sleeping, just resting his eyes, but he can’t do that either. “Please,” Steve whispers. Billy can feel his breath against his temple. “I can’t fucking do this without you.”

Billy is so fucking sorry. “Run,” he says, because they’re coming. He can hear them getting so much closer. Talking feels like a lot of work. He wants to say he’s sorry, he wants to say I love you, but as important as those are, they don’t matter as much as: “Run!”

He doesn’t know if Steve runs. It’s the stupid fucking rock’s fault. Billy is so tired. He adds stay awake to the list of things Steve wants that he can’t do. Billy lets the darkness swallow him whole.

~

“Steve!” Max’s voice is so fucking loud. Billy’s going to murder her. He has the worst hangover of his life and he’s going to murder her. “Steve! He’s awake!”

When Billy’s vision clears enough for him to see, he’s met with Max’s angry, tight expression. “Asshole!” she yells at him, which is not helping his fucking headache. “You stupid fucking asshole! You’re not supposed to--you can’t just--you were hurt!”

She smacks his shoulder and Billy winces. It’s around then that he remembers it isn’t a hangover. “Fuck,” he says.

There’s the sound of a door opening, footsteps. Max smacks his shoulder one more time before she turns on her heel, her hair fanning out behind her. He hears her leave. “Billy?”

Relief floods Billy because Steve’s not dead, because he’s not dead, because neither of them got eaten. He tries to sit up, but it hurts too much. Steve’s there, then, a warm hand on his shoulder, big brown eyes all Billy can see.

“You dumb asshole,” Steve says.

“A lot of people are calling me an asshole,” Billy says, surprised by how hoarse his voice sounds, “For saving them.”

“God, fuck you, seriously. You should have said something,” Steve says. He looks so sad.

“I can open my eyes now,” Billy says.

“Obviously.”

“I can get up. Well, not now, but probably soon.”

“That’s what Joyce said.”

“I can even stay awake.”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Are you losing your mind? What the fuck is happening right now?”

That, Billy thinks, is everything on the list except one last item. “I can be your boyfriend,” he says. “I love you,” he adds.

Steve gapes at him. “You fucking asshole,” he says, but it loses some of its sting when he kisses Billy again. Billy thinks Steve might be crying, his voice sounds a little choked up. “I love you too. I’m going to fucking kill you if you do that again. You asshole.” And he’s definitely crying, but he’s also smiling against Billy’s mouth.

Billy hates that stupid fucking rock just a little bit less.

[wizkiddx]

your voice

angsty vibe, requested by @hollandlover19 than you for th rq and hop this doesn't disappoint too much :)))

summary: tom says something so stupid and has to deal with the consquences

warnings: a bit angsty, but ends in fluff! argumnts and raising voices, I guess could be associated with panic attacks tho not written with that intention

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“Oh, Y/n er sorry.” Harrisons morning dulcet tones were what you were awoken to with a groan.

Everything was achy, and your head was pounding, making you grumble in discontent as you shifted uncomfortably on the technically too-small-to-sleep-on sofa.

This was not the morning you’d foreseen even 12 hours ago.

Lockdown had been difficult for everyone, even removing the tragic health crisis. Being locked in with your boyfriend and his brothers and friends was, for the most part, amazing. Lots of laughs, lots of beers and lots of quality time that you usually didn’t get. But it was also intense.

Without a doubt, since you first got together, this was the longest time you’d ever had with Tom. And it had been brilliant, your relationship getting so much closer and just learning the subtlest intricacies about the other. In fact, when lockdown had been announced, you’d never lived together (the most a week-long holiday).

Though it was also like a pressure cooker, Toms rented house. When one of you were in an understandable but stubborn lousy mood, it affected the whole house.

Yesterday night had been the perfect storm. The weather was unbelievably scorching; your work had announced that they had to let some staff go because of the financial implications of the pandemic; a ‘mole’ had released personal details of your relationship.

And it was like a pot on the stove; everything went from controllable to violently boiling over in a matter of minutes.

Honestly, you didn’t even know why you had started arguing - it was that pathetic. And yet you’d both said pretty horrible stuff - though it was Tom who had crossed the line. Frankly, the way he’d spoken to you was almost unforgivable.

You’d both known instantly too, all his anger at you had immediately evaporated when he’d realised what he had said. It took no time for him to become a grovelling apologetic mess, however even that- it was already too late.

It might sound feeble, but honestly, you’d run and locked yourself in the downstairs loo. You’d cried on the inside- whilst from the other side of the door, he had been begging and pleading with you.

After an hour though, Tom finally gave up - hence why you’d had a pretty uncomfortable night on the sofa.

This brings it back to Harrison, the early riser of the house, barrelling into the living room after his morning run. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, except also slightly terrified looking as he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I’m up now” You sighed, dragging yourself into a sitting position on the sofa whilst massaging your crooked neck.

“You er…. you fell asleep watching the TV?” Rolling your eyes, you sighed at the blonde, even if his poor acting was a little entertaining.

“Are we both pretending that you don’t know what went down last night?” Of course, Harrison knew. The walls were thin, you’d been screaming and he was Tom’s best friend. No doubt, Tom had immediately gone to him for help and advice last night.

Harrison held his hands up in response, caught in the act, and clicked his tongue. “What he said was bad. You shouldn’t be the one ending up with the sore back.” He wasn’t wrong.

“And yet here I am…” With a sigh you smiled which he returned with a sickeningly empathetic one “Anyway, don’t let my sad self get in the way, did you come in here for anything?”

Now, because Harrison was mentally a five year old, that’s how you ended up sat crossed-legged on the floor, clutching a wii remote and angrily shouting at yoshi on the mariokart screen. The whole household was competitive as hell and you were no exception - so some rouge elbows were flying when he viciously knocked you off the track.

Slowly Harry and Tuwaine filtered in and picked up remotes too, so the quiet morning was very quickly switched into a tense atmosphere of yelps and shouts. None more so than Tuwaine, who was possibly the worst looser you had ever met.

Really, you knew all the boys were only doing this as there way of showing you they were with you. That they also thought Tom was a massive raging dickhead. And you appreciated it more than they would ever know. Locked down in Toms house, very much not mutual ground, having three stupid boys behind you meant everything.

Just as you got on to the 18th and final race of the house’s mario grand prix, another voice cut across the tense silence as you waited for the coutdown to turn into ‘go’. Naturally, you flipped round to see Tom, looking as though he literally just rolled out of bed with puffy eyes and messy hair and no top. The sight made your heart flutter, to the point you had to consciously check yourself - refusing to smile softly at him like you usually would, instead narrowing your eyebrows and looking back at the TV.

Tom had so desperately hoped that when he came down this morning, everything would be better. That all it’d take would be a quiet conversation for the two of you to make up - for him to have you in his arms again. Primarily as he had heard your excited laugh echoing through the halls in reactions to Tuwaines yelps of protests - it made him hopeful. Waking up to a cold and empty bed was almost soul-crushing this morning. He did not want it to ever happen again.

Which is why his heart sank so much when all you gave him was a scolding look, before turning your attention to the TV. Admittedly, he was naive to think that what he’d done last night would be an easy fix - he knew it too. So with dropping shoulders, Tom silently took a seat on the sofa, watching from afar. You spent the rest of the race more absent, not joining in with the Harrison or Harrys trash-talking, acutely aware of Tom’s eyes burning the back of your head.

Then came Harry’s celebrations as the overall winner (only just) and when Harrison suggested another game Tom piped up again.

“Give me a turn Harry.”

The three boys kneeling next to you all stiffened, looking immediately to you for what seemed like consent - as if they were engaging with the enemy. (At least it was good to know everyone was on your side).

“I’m gonna go prepare for my meeting anyway.” You spoke quietly, already placing the remote on the floor and standing up.

“Y/n I don’t mind swappin-“

“No. Thanks, H but no.” You weren’t being selfless and giving Tom a turn. You were running away from seeing him.

And Harrison was still really angry at Tom. He’d been so selfish and insensitive and had hurt you- someone who Haz also cared a lot about too. Yes Tom was his bestmate, that he’d grown up with and known for years - but Haz really liked you too, in fact all the boys did. So they were almost as pissed with Tom as you were.

So while you threw the cushion you were sat on back on the floor, Harrison shot Tom the filthiest look and practically shooed him away.

“come on Y/n … just one more? Then you can do your boring work.” You were about to refuse when Haz tilted his head toward the door, only then noticing that Tom had slipped out the room. Now that he was gone ,yes, just one more wouldn’t hurt. The meeting prep wasn’t time pressured; it was an excuse for an escape.

Tuwaine whooped a little when you nodded, planting back down and ready for the first race. Yet apart from that, the room was still a little awkward, you being the first to break the silence.

“Actually Haz, would you mind giving me a lift today?”

“What to the shops?

“Um no not quite.” Tuwaine laughed in his usual innocent and infectious style before asking more.

“Seriously? You know we’re locked down? Boris won’t be happy if you going mad and leaving the house.”

“Just to Y/f/n’s. She lives on her own so it’s legal.”

“She lives just down the road right? Can’t you walk?” Harry was confused, making him look away from the screen, ultimately leading to his ‘diddykong’ falling off the track.

“I’ll have my bags. I um… I think I’m going to stay with her till lockdown eases more.”

As soon as you said that, Harry pressed pause on the race, all three boys looking at you mouth-opened.

“For real?”

“Yeh I um… think me and Tom need some time apart and being locked in isn’t helping.”

“I’m not saying to forgive and forget what he said… but he is really sorry.”

“The twats literally kicking himself.” Tuwaine added, making you smile a little for calling Tom that.

“I know just… I need some space and-“

“Are you breaking up?” Harry almost announced, cutting you off. He would miss you too.

“No! Nono I … well I don’t know. I just- we both need this.”

The boys all nodded, looking at the floor for a moment before Harrison’s blue eyes were back on you.

“Course I’ll drive, but… but I’ll miss you.”

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You’d left merely an hour later, whilst Tom was holed up in the garden doing what looked like an almost unbearable work out. It meant he was also out your hair and you could throw all your stuff into two suitcases without him being any the wiser. It was probably pretty cowardly to leave without speaking to him, but you couldn’t. It would hurt too much and you didn’t want to break down in front of him. No doubt as soon as you had got to Y/f/n you did - into a blubbering mess of tears - but Tom hadn’t seen so it was okay.

Speaking of. Tom.

Tom was not in a good way at all. He’d been trying really hard to curb his’ short fuse’ lately- all of which had been well and truly blown in the past 4 hours. After finally being realised from meetings, which he’d not been able to concentrate on anyway, Tom had mentally prepared himself for a lot of grovelling. Once he’d vaguely hunted the house and not found you there, he naturally asked Harry and Tuwaine (both of whom were in the living room) if they’d seen you around.

It was a typical question, the answer he was expecting was that you’d just gone on your daily walk. And yet the response he got was… well a lot more confusing. Harry’s eyes widened whilst T did his awkward-uncomfortable chuckle, the two locked in an intense bout of eye contact. It was as though they were arguing with each, but through the powers of telekinesis... and it put Tom on edge. He was already stressed because you were so angry with him, so not getting a clear answer out of his brother and best mate - lets just say it tested his patience.

“You two need to tell me what the hell is going on right now.”

The two boys both looked panicked to speak to him, which was the opposite of the usual situation. They were some of the ONLY people in his life that would just say it how it is, no sugar coating. Like if he was away and being ‘famous’ was getting to his head; or if he wore the wrong pair of jeans. Even yesterday evenings events, they’d both called him out on what he’d said to you.

So why the silence?

Eventually, it was Harry who spoke up, but in doing so, practically just waved all responsibility on to another innocent party.

“Ask Haz.”

And then Tom knew. He knew this was bad. Immediately his heart was pumping at an alarmingly fast rate, taking the stairs two at a time and not bothering to knock before bursting the door open.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Harrison was reclined back on his haphazardly made bed, laptop balanced on his lap as he looked up with a sigh. He’d known this conversation was coming, but it didn’t make it any less easy. With a sigh, Haz closed the lid of his MacBook and sat up on the bed.

“Tom just-“

“Where. Is. She.”

“She’s gone to Y/f/n’s.”

“Oh… okay.” Suddenly Tom’s voice was muted, thinking he might’ve blown his top at nothing. This wasn’t weird - Y/f/n was in your support bubble and you went to hers often.

Tom was grossly underestimating the situation - and Harrison heard didn’t fancy stringing him along though.

“No like gone. She um… she took all her stuff. I think she’s going to stay there till-“

Tom was already out his room at that point, slamming the door as he did so. Making a beeline for his own room, Tom then frantically started to pull out the draws and rummage around the shelves, confirming what he already knew. Your clothes were gone, your toothbrush and toiletries were gone, you were gone.

It’s important to note Tom didn’t really cry all that much. Or if he did - it was more inconsequential, at a sad movie or one of the rescue dog stories from battersea. Actually, when it came down to it, he didn’t really cry.

Now though, it was impossible to ignore the burning of his eyes, as he sank down onto the bed that now felt twice the size. With ragged breath, he repeatedly fisted his eyes, not actually letting the tears fall - but it was impossible to not acknowledge their presence. Harrison stood wordlessly at the door frame, knowing it best not to interrupt - whilst at the same time knowing Tom shouldn’t be left alone. There was a delicate balance between the two, which he was walking on a knife-edge on right now.

After a short while, Tom looked up with red eyes and nodded at Harrison, effectively granting him entrance. With a sigh once again, Haz moved and sat next to Tom on the bed, clasping his hands together nervously.

“She said you both just needed a break from each other. Think lockdown and everything was just a bit too intense.” Haz had tried to explain, yet it seemed Tom had only managed to lock onto one of the first words.

“A break? Or breaking up?”

“I uhm… she didn’t explicitly say ending things. But I just… I don’t know to be honest mate.”

“You see the way she looked at me this morning? Like she hated me. Wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was there.”

“I don’t know what to say… she needs time and space I think.” Tom was silent for a beat, shaking his head as he cradled his forehead.

“I hate the fact you and my girlfriend are on better terms than I am.” Anddd his voice was back to scathing.

“I’m not on anyones side. But your both my friends and she… she needed some time.”

With that, Harrison made a quick exit out, getting Harry to take over the Tom supervision.

Ever since the atmosphere in the house had been tense. To say Tom was highly strung was an understatement, particularly towards Harrison. Deep down he was thankful Haz was looking out for Y/n: he was glad that Haz was checking she was okay. It’s not like Tom could, because Y/n was refusing to answer his calls, texts, whatsapps, even the slip of paper he’d slipped under Y/f/n’s door in the middle of an especially dark night.

So it was good to know Y/n was okay, but the fact she was going on socially distanced walks with the rest of his housemates was rubbing salt in the wound.

After a week and a half of complete radio silence on your end Tom had utterly worn down. He didn’t have the emotional capacity to be angry anymore, he was just tired. Tired of missing you with every breath, tired of the ten-tonne weight of guilt pressing on his chest, fucking exhausted with being angry at Haz and Harry and Tuwaine.

The best thing in his life and one of the very limited opportunities was quality time with the people he loved more than anything else. He had ruined it all.

And it was the small things. It was waking up to your soft, whispered voice in the morning; it was your infectious giggle when he surprised you with a hug from behind and gentle kisses to your neck; it was your quiet singing in the shower. Especially when he knew Haz, Harry and Tuwaine were all still seeing you and laughing with you. It hurt like hell.

Which is how he ended up hesitantly knocking on Harrison’s bedroom door at half eleven at night, with his tail between his legs. Having been so uber-healthy all lockdown, Haz was already in bed following his sleep cycle, though for Tom right now- he would be awake.

“I’m um… I’m sorry I’ve been a knob. There’s no excuse of anything I’ve just… I’ve been a knob.”

“You’re not wrong.” Harrison nodded in agreement with a sly smile, motioning for Tom to come into the room, after which he perched on the edge of the bed.

“I just… I need to speak to her but I… I don’t want to push her if she’s still hurting and I…”

“You absolutely promise not to blow your fuse? Because she couldn’t handle that.” Tom’s eyes widened, thinking this would be a much harder pitch than how it seemed to be going.

“Yesyesyes i- I promise. I just, I feel broken you know? Even if all I get is the time to say sorry, I-I really need to.”

Harrison released a deep breath, nodding slowly before throwing the covers off himself. Tom watched all his movements with a curious gaze, silently sitting as Haz pulled on a hoodie, then socks too.

“Well? Let’s go.”

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Now, what Tom had not in the slightest bit been prepared for was this to happen tonight. Really, he hadn’t even thought Harrison would agree to let him talk to you… and even if he had, Tom not in hell thought it’d be at 11:30 that evening.

His heart was thundering in his chest, trying to hurriedly script how on earth he was going to apologise meaningfully to you - as him and Haz walked the short distance to your friends house. Honestly the whole situation was peculiar to Tom - finding it hard to believe that if you weren’t to answer his texts you wouldn’t be open to an in person conversation.

What Tom didn’t know, was how you’d been texting Haz at a similar point of desperation. You weren’t happy and even given everything Tom had said and acted - you missed your boy. No matter how infuriating he could be when trapped 24/7 - you’d quickly learnt this was the only way you wanted to spend these weird times.

So yes, Tom’s best friend knew you were hardly sleeping either, but needed that little push to interact with you boyfriend. No doubt, you’d still be awake to answer the door.

Once he’d arrived at the apartment block and walked up the stairs to the right floor, it still took some prodding and pushing from Harrison to get Tom to knock on the door. Plainly, because he was shitting himself. Haz hadn’t given him enough pre warning, enough time to work it all out in his head. So it took another encouraging nod from Harrison for him to knock on the slightly rough-round-the-edges flat door.

Y/f/n was single and young, starting her career in Kingston - so the flat she could afford was modest at best. When it was just occupied by a single person, that was manageable - two was a push. You’d only been living with her for a week and a few days but it was enough to know this flat was not ideal for two people in lockdown. You were already stepping on each others toes. It also wasn’t technically legal to move households but Y/f/n had always been in your support bubble as a single household otherwise. And so there was also a layer of guilt to it all.

Naturally then, sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t Tom meant you just were not sleeping. Even if you had both gone to bed early (just to kill some hours in the day) you were still wide awake at quarter to twelve - when a timid knock echoed through the minuscule apartment. Curiosity peaked at who the hell would be calling now; you silently slipped out of bed, managing to not disturb Y/f/n, and closed the bedroom door.

Now you weren’t an idiot. Even though this was southwest london, hardly the capital for crime, Y/f/n lived in a dodgy building with some questionable characters. And it was midnight. Hence why you approached the situation cautiously, tiptoeing to the door and waiting with your ear pressed against the wood.

“I told you she wouldn’t answer!”

“She will! Might just be in the loo or something.”

“Haz this is stupid-“

The air in your chest froze when you immediately recognised the smooth tone of his voice. It was him… and you’d missed that so much. Already there were tears in your eyes and you couldn’t open the door just yet. So no, instead you slid down the doorframe before calling quietly out into the night.

“Tom?”

The bickering on the otherside of the door was silenced, but you heard a quite tap on the door... and could envision exactly what was going on. Tom, pressing both palms and his ear to the door, as Harrison took a few steps back - sensing his work was done.

“Y/n? You there?” He sounded desperate, you could hear the emotion dripping off his voice. It was only when you tried to reply did you realise your own voice was having a harder time speaking.

“Yeh its-its me.” It felt as though this heavyweight that had been pressing down on your chest was slowly lifting, making your voice all cracky and low.

In response, there was a short and sharp exhale. It sounded relieved before some fidgeting as you imagined him crouching down beside the door - mirroring your image.

“Fuck, it… it feels so good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too… I’ve-i’ve missed you.”

Tom snorted at that, a gentle bang allowing you to realise he’d just whacked his head on the back of the wood.

“You have no idea how this week felt.” He was wrong though, you did.

Yes, maybe without the insurmountable guilt that Tom was rightfully feeling, but it didn’t mean that the time apart wasn’t easy.

“I do. This hasn’t been a nice holiday for me you know?”

He sighed, knowing that yet again he’d said the wrong thing. This time though, he didn’t rebut instantly (which surprised you), instead his response was more measured and calculated.

“I am so sorry. And of course, I know because I was the one that hurt you too. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that.” You nodded but given this conversation was happening through a door Tom didn’t see your gentle agreement - opting to fill the silence.

“I um… I’m not good at this whole um… speaking my feelings. But I’ve hated myself ever since I picked that fight with you. It was stupid and uh it-it was all my fault. I’m so so sorry for hurting you.”

“‘Why?” You tried to ask, except the words were stuck in your throat, making you have to clear it before asking again. “Why did you say it?”

“To get a rise out of you. It’s stupid and petty and fucking-fucking dumb. I said it not because I’ve ever thought it, I never ever have, but I knew it’d hurt you. I was preying on your insecurities because I was angry at the world and that was so unfair. “

“No shit.”

Silence reigned as you fiddled with your fingers - specifically with the promise ring he’d bought you a year ago.

“You-you think you could ever forgive me?”

“Thats the annoying part. I want to hate you because you literally stabbed me then twisted the knife but… but all I’ve done this week is miss you. Even when I saw Haz or Harry or Tuwaine. I just fucking missed you.”

“Can you open the door please love?”

Clumsily you scrubbed the tear tracks off your face, scrabbling to your feet so you could thrust open the doors. Because you might still be bloody pissed at him, but at the same time - you needed your Tom. Thrusting the door open, the first thing you registered was being pressed into Tom’s chest. His arms slinked around your waist and held him tight, which you reciprocated, squeezing tightly round his neck. Your senses were all being assaulted by one thing and one thing only. Tom.

He smelt like usual, except maybe the slightest bit stronger than usual - you figured he hadn’t showered in a day or two or bothered with cologne. The top of your forehead was pressed up against his chin, and as he readjusted his grip on you, you felt the scratchy feeling of his unshaven stubble. He kept whispering apologies against the top of your head, almost desperate and religiously.

Arching back, you brought both hands to cup his cheeks, looking into his glassy brown. eyes, which looked so lost and confused.

“I’m still angry.”

“Of course-“

“I’m still angry but I’m going to kiss you okay?”

Safe to say Tom didn’t require a verbal response, taking it upon himself to nudge his lips against yours, yet waiting for you to initiate the kiss. And that you did, everything else about this godforsaken week and a half. His index finger traced the angle of your jaw, whilst he held your lower back tight, pressing himself as close as physically possible to you. Needing you.

Eventually arching back, your thumb ran over his deep and sunken under-eyes, which added so much age to his face.

“You look tired Tommy.”

“Can’t sleep without you telling me goodnight.” That was another tradition you had had. Even when he was away, you’d even set an alarm for whatever bedtime was for the other across the world. Just so you could send a little message or voice not saying goodnight. Was it cringey? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

But since you’d been away all the evening wishes were absent from you. Which hurt Tom more than you may ever know.

“I know you’re still angry but will you please come home to me? I need you to be the last thing I hear at night and the first thing in the morning.”

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cuddling with bakugou, todoroki, and kirishima hcs!

dedicated to: @frxggie ily <3

genre: tooth-rotting fluff

gn reader | warnings: none

a/n: i could’ve sworn i’ve already written this, but i somehow haven’t so .. here is it <3 tbh the todoroki one is lowkey angsty asf wtf happened

bakugou

-actual traditional, what you’d think of when thinking about cuddles cuddling aren’t very often

-he prefers to just have a lazy arm slouched around your shoulder, likes his space and wouldn’t want someone to see him cuddled up against you anyways

-even tho y’all have literally been dating for over a year ok bakugou ?..

-the only time he truly truly cuddles fr is whenever one of you are sad

-or if he woke up in the middle of the night and you somehow convinced him to cuddle .?

-i know that sounds weird but it’s happened a few times

-anyways, whenever one of those two exceptions are happening, he’s way more affectionate than usual

-lets you lay against his side as you both cuddle under his super fluffy allmight blanket that he tells everyone he doesn’t have, or he lets you sleep in his lap if he’s working on homework late

-sometimes acts like he’s subconsciously cuddling into you further, or gripping your hand in his tighter, but it never is

-mans is just scared of being seen as soft and for what

-everyone already knows he is for you 🙄🙄 so why hide it sheesh

-sometimes whenever you fall asleep during cuddles at his dorm, he wakes you up by flicking you in the head just to piss you off

-but if he’s sleepy he kisses your forehead and is like “dumbass, gotta wake up”

-only lets you sleep in his dorm if he ABSOLUTELY has to. or if he really wants to

-i mean he always wants to fall asleep with you next to him, but he isn’t about to get his ass whooped by aizawa just for some cuddles he gets while fuckin asleep

-which is why he never falls asleep when you’re over. he doesn’t wanna miss a moment of your mindless sleep talking, or your short moments of stirring awake that you don’t remember later when you wake up for good

-likes to rub and massage your back, knows that sometimes you undergo a lot of stress, and he always loves when you rub his back, so he returns the favor

-if he’s 100% sure you’re asleep, he’ll whisper that he loves you or that he’s so proud of you in your ear

todoroki

-loves getting to cuddle with you, but only does when you say you do first cuz he doesn’t want to ask for things from you

-at first he was a bit awkward and stiff cause he had never cuddled with anyone before

-poor guy he just doesn’t know how to handle affection :(((

-you taught him tho, and also made him work on initiating contact and such

-kind of have a system where if one of you do a certain face you just nod and you cuddle lmao

-prefers being big spoon because he likes knowing you’re safe in his arms and that he can protect you if something happens

-would def be happy with being little spoon too tho because whenever you run your hands through his hair he gets goosebumps and his heart just.

-you make him feel so loved it’s so sweet

-whenever you yawn in his arms and your grip on his finger tightens he’s like wnshshwisnd <3

-yup. you hold his finger instead of his whole hand because he’s always been scared that he’d accidentally burn/freeze your hand if he had a nightmare or something :[

-you insisted he wouldn’t, but he said he’d be more comfy if you just held his finger instesd of hand so ye

-honestly it feels natural nowadays tho so, both of yall are comfy it works out

-doesn’t usually fall asleep when you’re cuddling, unless he’s super duper comfy

-prefers to feel your body get heavier as you sleep, it kind of just ensures to him that he’s keeping you safe yk.

-sometimes he likes to hum different love songs that remind him of you whenever you’re fast asleep in his arms and he’s just like ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

-mans is so pure i’m sobbing

kirishima

-let’s be real here .. he is practically a cuddle machine

-likes cuddles whenever possible

-dating him got you used to pda in a snap. he loves to cuddle with you anywhere.

-the common room, lunch, your dorm, his dorm, bakugou’s dorm, denki’s dorm, anywhere he can

-his cuddles >>>>

-he’s always so warm and cuddly. it’s like he was a cuddling prodigy as a kid or sum. knows the best ways to get you all comfy and content

-prioritizes your comfort more than his own. making you happy makes him happiest, so of course he lets you lay/sit however you want.

-big spoon a lot of the time

-but will also melt in your arms if you hold him. it makes him feel so loved. do it.

-loves it when you run your hands through his hair when it’s down. esp when you do kinda back and forth and make it ruffley

-likes kissing all over your face whenever you’re smiling at him

-digs his face into your neck a lot. really likes how safe it makes him feel, and your giggles when he accidentally tickles you

-doesn’t really give a shit about the teachers, you spend like two thirds of your nights in his room tbh

-likes when you sit facing him on his lap and have your legs around his waist and your face on his neck.

-watches movies like that a lot, you usually nap while he watches them though

-sometimes if you fall asleep while cuddling and he wants kisses, he’ll kiss all over your face for minutes straight just so you’ll be like

-“kiriii what do you need, i’m sleepy,”

-then he’ll just point to his lips and you’re like

-wow.

-ofc he gets a kiss or two tho, but then you fall asleep cradled in his arms once more

-all cuddles with him get a 10/10 in my book

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