#where else can I have a day like this. beautiful

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ baby daddy!satoru who wants needs you back.

in fact, you should've known he was playing a game the instant that text blinked onto your screen: pick your daughter up from his place, not school. a casual oops, totally forgot it was your day! that sent a shiver of unease down your spine.

what choice did you really have? the entire drive to that too-familiar house, your nerves were a tangled mess. pulling into the driveway, parking crookedly in your haste, the only thing screaming in your head was this used to be ours.

this small, unassuming house, a world away from the sterile grandeur of his old penthouse. the first grand gesture of your marriage had been this new place.

"the bigger the house," satoru had murmured against your bare skin that first night, "the further i'd have to be from you." so, your mornings had begun with tangled limbs and hurried kisses, and your evenings had ended in the same breathless way.

it had been the kind of dizzying happiness you foolishly thought would last forever. but then the cracks had started to show �� the endless work trips, the hollow promises of things changing. he had gotten better, ironically, after the papers were signed.

satoru stood in the doorway, that infuriatingly charming, utterly knowing smirk plastered across his face. your gaze darted around the living room, a quick, almost desperate search. "where's she?" you asked, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

his reply was a casual flick of his wrist. "oh, she's at a friend's."

a harsh scoff escaped you. arms crossed tight against your chest, you scoffed, "what? why? i drove all the way out here!"

"you were coming anyway," he purred, those soft puppy-dog eyes locking onto yours. "i can bring her back later. thought we could, you know… catch up."

"catch up?" you repeated, incredulous. "are you serious right now? we're not catching up, satoru. we're divorced."

but those eyes. they always had been your undoing. and somehow, against your better judgment, you found yourself agreeing to this ridiculous "catch-up." you'd pictured awkward small talk over lukewarm tea, maybe a stale cookie.

not this. not being bent in a cruel mating-press, his body a brutal, insistent press against yours, fucking you with a desperate hunger that stole your breath and any semblance of rational thought.

"god, it's been so fucking lo- long since i felt this," he grunted, his hips slamming into you with a possessive force that made you cry out. "this tight little cunt clenching - shit - around me like that."

"ah, 'toru," you gasped, your fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back, clinging on for dear life.

"been even longer si- since i heard you say my name like that." his sweaty bangs were plastered to his forehead, a flush creeping up his neck. his pace was relentless, each thrust deeper, harder, a raw, primal need driving him. he hadn't touched anyone since you, didn't want to.

tears streamed down your face, a messy mix of pain and something dangerously close to pleasure. and that bastard, your soon-to-be-not-ex-husband-anymore, thought you looked beautiful. his thick cock stretched you, filled you completely, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"did you miss this, huh?" he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "because i fucking did. bet- bet no one else makes you feel like this."

a choked whine escaped you as his teeth sank into your shoulder, a stinging sensation hitting. you can't think of a response, literally. you can't even think of your own name - you can't remember.

all that mattered was the way he was making you feel, the dizzying spiral of sensation. and in the name of "catching up," he makes you come, at least half a dozen shattering orgasms ripping through you before he finally relented, burying his face in the space between your tits.

he looked up at you, panting, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. "so… about moving back in?"

fuck those puppy-dog eyes.

[chigsprincess]

helloaaa how r u?? I want to request headcannons of bllk boys, mainly shidou but u can add whoever else, in a relationship with someone with LONG HAIR. like tailbone length… I’ve seen some of ur work and I’ve been fascinated..

thank u and have a wonderful day! c:

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

a/n: hii! thank you so much for requesting! i hope you have an awesome day as well! to be fair my hair was always on the shorter side but i asked around in my friend group, so hopefully i still managed to make it relatable for the long haired baddies out there!

how they’d act with a s/o who has extra long hair -r.shidou, h.chigiri, s.itoshi, y.isagi

Shidou Ryusei

He is having a field day with it. Literally never gets bored of using it as a beard.

Ties bows in it on a daily basis and just accepts the beating that comes as a consequence.

Has mad respect for you. It’s a nightmare to maintain, and he makes it worse.

Always begs for matching pink highlights, you should just give in at this point.

Beats up creepy strangers who try to touch it without permission on the streets.

Tries to braid both of your hair together in one of those ‘best friends’ hairstyles.

Definitely says shit like: “I want to die tangled in that thing.” all the time.

Chigiri Hyoma

You two have dedicated hair care days, where you help each other put hair masks on and blow dry the other’s hair for them.

You are partly the reason he is growing his own hair out. Definitely wants to catch up to you.

Every day is a scavenger hunt for hair ties in your home.

You two always wear matching hairstyles when you go out on a date.

He hides under it when he is cuddling you from behind.

Secretly uses your expensive conditioner sometimes.

Itoshi Sae

Had no idea it would be this annoying to live with you.

Finds hair in every meal he has, even if he wasn’t in your immediate vicinity when he started eating.

“Day 289 of unclogging the drains I’m starting to lose hope.”

Complains about it all the time, but he finds it extremely beautiful. When you mention cutting it, so it won’t bother him anymore, he instantly says no.

You leave him cute hearts on the shower wall made from the hairs that stuck on it. He is absolutely done with you.

Gets you one of those pet hair removal rolls for every major occasion, along with your actual presents.

Smirks every time you get caught up on the doorknob or in a zipper.

Isagi Yoichi

Thinks you look like a goddess. (and the girl from the ring sometimes.) It looks so pretty and majestic, he adores it so much.

Takes the time to learn about how to properly care for long hair and helps you out on days you are stressed.

Likes it best if you let it hang loose and don’t tie it up, even if the wind blows it into his mouth every 30 seconds.

Likes burying his face in it after a long day of practice. It’s so soft and smells so nice.

Loves public appearances where he can take you with him. Enjoys how mesmerized the people are when they see your hair for the first time.

Calls you his Disney princess all the time.

word count: 487

[almostwisegalaxy]

Geum Seong je headcanon

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Geum Seonje doesn't like. He doesn't know how to love like others. Not gently. Not wisely. Not cleanly. With him, love comes with clenched fists, tight jaws, sleepless nights spent checking that you haven't left a message on "seen" without replying.

You are his calm obsession. You are the only place where his gaze doesn't tremble, the only name he repeats without violence. Yet, with you, it's silent chaos. He doesn't shout. He looks at you. For a long time. Until you feel like you're becoming his breath. Until you understand that he wouldn't know how to exist without you anymore.

He has never told you "I love you" — those words, he despises them. Too weak. Too commonplace. He prefers to tell you "You belong to me," and he says it like a promise, like a prayer, like a gentle threat.

Geum Seonje is loyal. Sickeningly loyal. If someone approaches you, he doesn't wait to understand. He acts. Because in his head, loving means protecting, controlling, keeping — no matter the cost. He hides you, sometimes. Not literally, but he distances you from the world. He isolates you. He creates a bubble, a small world for two, where there is only you, and nothing else deserves your attention.

Sometimes, you wanted to flee. But he felt the echo of your hesitation even before you put your foot out the door. And he looked at you. And you stayed. Because his gaze said: "I can't live without you, and you can't live without me either."

You understood that Seonje loves like one clenches a knife between their teeth: with pain, with tension, with the constant fear of hurting. But he never hurts you physically. No. He is gentle with you, terribly gentle. Too much. As if he were afraid of breaking you. Or worse, that you would understand that you could break him.

He is possessive, yes. But not in a loud way. He doesn't post your picture everywhere, he doesn't yell at you in public. He observes you. He listens to everything you say, everything you don't say. He remembers your slightest gestures. And he acts in the shadows. That person who started talking to you too much? They won't come around anymore. And you'll never know why. But he knows. And he smiles at you one evening, placing a hand on your cheek. As if it were an innocent gesture.

When you cry, he is silent. He doesn't always understand why you cry, but he stays there. And he lets you cry. He rests your forehead against his and whispers: "I'm here. I'm always here. I will always be here." And you believe those words, even when you shouldn't. Because he is sincere. He proves it to you every day, even if it's toxic, even if it's too much.

Geum Seonje doesn't know how to love freely. He loves like one suffocates, like one locks a butterfly in a crystal jar because it is too beautiful for the world. You are that butterfly. And he admires you. He protects you. But he doesn't understand that you need to fly too.

He doesn't apologize often. But when he does, it's because he saw something break in your eyes. And he can't stand that. He falls to his knees before you, literally. He takes your hand and places it on his heart, and he says: "I am yours. You do whatever you want with me, but don't leave me. Never leave me."

You know it's not healthy. You know it. But in his eyes, there is a pain that no one else sees. A flaw. A panic fear of being alone. And you tell yourself that maybe, if you stay, you can fix him. (You have a high level of survival instinct, huh? ರ⁠_⁠ರ)

But you can't. Because he doesn't want to change. He just wants to have you. To love you his way. To make you feel unique. And he succeeds. When he is there, nothing else exists. He looks at you as if the whole world were collapsing around you, and he would still remain, clinging to you.

One day, you asked him: "What if I fell in love with someone else?" He said nothing. He simply smiled. Slowly. Gently. And he replied: "You won't. You belong to me." And you never asked the question again.

Because Geum Seonje, when he loves, he consumes. And he wants to be the only fire you feel.

And somewhere, deep down, you like it. (Are you normal?)

Because he makes you feel alive. Because he made you believe that love was that: pain, fear, fusion. And that without it, nothing remains.

And maybe that's the most toxic part.

But it's also what makes you unable to leave.

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[morganaawriterr]

The Priest’s Daughter; Sim Jake

SYNOPSIS ➺ You are the daughter of the priest, the forbidden fruit, and Jake is more than happy to release you from your religious and oppressive life. So, he makes one final move before making you his.

REQUEST ➺ For this pretty annon! Their bundle was: Citrine (Jake); The empress (Forbidden love); Moon water + clove (Vampire); Dark romance (Obsessive turned love); Spells: 3, “I’d burn the world to have you.” 4, “Don't pretend you didn't want this.”11, “If I get a taste… I won't stop.”

WARNINGS ➺ Death (not main characters); Jake is kinda crazy, but I think that's the point (?); ARSON; manipulation; religious stuff I guess; toxic vampire!Jake

Check out "Enchanted Corner" to see the original post with the rules to make a request yourself!

Jake is right in front of you, holding your hand as you both walk up the rocky mountain where you usually sit and admire the small village that you live in. The sun is starting to set, and the sky is painted in warm colors: a beautiful red, orange, and yellow gradient.

“We’re almost there…” he teased, showing you his cute, boyish grin as he grips your waist tightly to help you.

What you didn't know is that behind that pretty smile of his, Jake has gone completely mad. And maybe he was mad, obsessed, and insane, but it was all your fault. You've got the warmest skin and the kindest heart, and he can’t help but be consumed by you.

Jake never meant to get close to you, especially not to fall for you. But when he saw you under your father’s mercy, completely submissive and under his control, he couldn't help but want to save you. Religion can be a prison, and since they wanted to kill him so badly, what revenge is better than to marry his daughter and free her from a miserable life?

“What is it that you want to show me? There’s nothing new here, we’ve come here every day since we met!” you asked, intrigued.

You met Jake a few months ago on that exact spot, while trying to escape the harsh reality that you lived in. He was funny and sweet, offered to listen to you, and never took advantage of you, unlike the other men you’d talked to. He was always respectful, though he still flirted every chance he got.

Him being a vampire scared you, since you've been taught to fear them since you were born, but the more you knew him, the less scary he became.

Your heart was pounding with each step you took, and though you thought it was a good thing, it was far from the truth. It was a quiet, bad omen trying to warn you about what you were about to witness.

As you step onto the last rock before the top, you notice heavy smoke rising nearby. But it didn’t smell like a normal fire. It wasn’t just the scent of wood burning, but something else, something you couldn’t quite place.

“Jake, what is this…?” You started to speak, but as soon as you reached the top, the view made your mouth go dry, and the words died in your throat.

Right in front of you, your village is being engulfed in a heavy blaze. You recognized the houses almost immediately, and the church, once tall and shiny, was now turning coal-black, the merciless flames destroying it.

“Do you like it?” Jake asks with a smile, but it wasn’t a comforting smile like usual. It was devilish and haunted, and it made your stomach ache. “I told you I’d burn the world to have you… and so I started with the town and the people who wanted me dead and away from you.”

Jake explained it with a grin so wide that it caused your heart to shatter. The loving, calm vampire you fell for was no longer here.

“You’ve killed my family… you—” your voice was low and brittle. “Jake… I thought you loved me.”

Jake took a step closer to you. His presence looming over you like a dirty sin, and while cupping your cheek, he said:

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want this. You knew they would never let us be together—you saw the way your priest father treated me! HE WANTED ME DEAD!” Unable to control his anger anymore, Jake held you tightly. His big, veiny hands gripping your shoulders. “I love you, YN. I would do anything for you.”

“Jake… what about my family? I loved them!”

“You can keep loving them…” he whispered in your ear, voice dangerously low. “It’s easier to love them when they’re dead, because they can’t separate us.”

You chose to remain silent, confused about your feelings and morals. Your parents made you follow the path of faith against your will, prohibiting you from studying and forcing you into house labor. But was it right for them to die?

“I’m conflicted, Jake…” you confess, big, glossy eyes staring up at his.

Jake felt like he was on fire, having you so vulnerable and looking at him so sweetly pushed a button he was desperately trying to avoid. He wanted to be gentle with you, despite the desire consuming him. He needed to be gentle, or you would be scared and leave.

Though he would never let you leave him.

“You look so pretty. I wish I could taste you,” Jake said, changing the subject. “But I know that if I get a taste… I won’t stop.” He whispered against your ear, making goosebumps appear across your body as his cold breath came in contact with your earlobe.

“Then don’t stop…” You responded confidently, gently holding his face in front of yours.

Jake reached for your lips almost immediately, kissing you with hunger and need. His arms snuck around your waist, and he pulled you full against him, causing you to gasp. The vampire took that as an invitation and kissed you deeper, his skilled tongue fighting with yours without holding back.

With that, your parents, the village, and your hesitation slipped away like smoke. You were too busy getting lost in his addictive kiss and the way his pointy fangs ghosted over your bottom lip.

Now that Jake got under your skin, he won’t ever let you go. You’re his, and he will do anything to keep you by his side.

Author's Note: Heheheh its finally here im so excited for this one!!! Its my first time writing for Jake AAAAAHHH! I hope you like it! As always, thank you so much for all the love, reblogs are always appreciated! Masterlist

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[changingplumbob]

Day Twenty - Chloe Group 1/2

Waken up everyone! Time for another day in the villa. And not just any day, the final day as a group before we have the whole cast challenge, final dates, and the first commencement ceremony (elimination sounds harsh when I love them). As normal coins were flipped for if teeth were brushed and wheels were spun for which type of shower contestants would have.

Room orders were randomised as some are closer to the dining room than others, but after showers breakfast was served! After being instructed to eat full autonomy took control of our group members and Deanna. Room doors were locked (you know what sims are like with computers) and Deanna complimented each sim in the order they sat down to eat to prompt conversation.

Lara made it to breakfast quite a bit before anyone else, and took the opportunity to chat with Deanna alone. Once Elise and the others started filing in though Lara turned her attention to her fellow competitors while Deanna greeted everyone. Unortunately it appeared that Hana woke up angry thanks to her hot headedness. While she didn't shout any forbidden words or do anything mean she did have a face like thunder. It's okay Hana, you don't need to be angry at Apolline doing the dishes.

Lara and Elise really hit their stride, talking about all of the great parties they had been to. Billie tried to distract Hana with art talk, but of course you can't talk of anything refined without Apolline giving her opinion. Billie was interested, Hana remained angry. In front of everyone Deanna flirted with Callie who was happy with the attention. Jealously settings were working because no one got annoyed.

Rather than leaving the villa the contestants head to the top floor where chairs have been set out in an odd configuration. Today Deanna and Devin are joined by their little sister Artemisia (Emisia to family, Emi to friends).

Devin: Since this show was brought to life around the idea of family having a say in challenges, we let Emisia choose one

Emi: *evil grin* Today you will be taking part in... a staring contest. First to blink loses. You will go in pairs, I will join the three winners for a semi final and then the last two standing will battle it out. Up for grabs, not that you should want it, is a solo date with Deanna. I say up for grabs because if I win overall no date for any of you! To bad? So sad. What are we waiting for?

Deanna: *sighs*

First match: Lara vs Apolline

Lara: *deep in thought* A staring competition. A staring competition? I better focus

Apolline: Unconventional, but I am quite confident about it. I've faced worse people than some lovestruck girls. They can't compare to staring a fashion mogul down from a hissy fit, for sure

Winner: Lara

Second match: Callie vs Billie

Callie: You know, I think I might have a shot at this one!

Billie: This is fine. I can stare down anybody! I once posed for a friend for a portrait and I tried to hold position for so long, I swear I forgot to blink for about five minutes!

Winner: Billie

Third match: Elise vs Hana

Elise: Heehee! What a riot! Alright, I'm game, bring it!

Hana: *scoffs* Oh I am determined to win this!

Winner: Hana

For the semi finals it was Lara vs Billie, a battle of the smiles. Then Hana vs Artemisia, a battle of the scowls. Our two finalists, Lara and Hana.

Lara seemed at ease settling in while Hana still had a head full of steam. In the end though, there could only be one winner. The match was won by Lara.

Apolline: ...A bit of mascara fell in my eye, alright? I bet that Lara was holding by a thread anyways

Callie: I can't believe I lost that one!

Elise: I should've known I'd get lost in beautiful eyes! That was totally cheating with distraction, right? Hana, It's a crime to be so good-looking!

Callie: Are you focusing Elise? Time is running out for getting solo dates

Apolline: Relax Callie

Callie: You can say that, you've had a solo date already!

Billie: Well, I thought I was an expert but obviously I have a thing or two to learn from Lara! And Hana obviously

Artemisia: I think all in all this was a very successful challenge

Billie: Really? Over all the groups no one went blind or anything?

Artemisia: *laughing* I wish someone had gone blind

Hana:*sighs* My bad. I thought my anger could carry me through to a win but I guess not. Sorry for not preventing the front runner from getting a date everyone, I tried

Lara: *smiles* hallelujah I won! I have to admit it's been hard seeing the others get close to Deanna and knowing any kind of lead I had could be gone. I'm going to put my best foot forward on this date and make the most of our time together

@belsasim, @igglemouse, @invisiblequeen, @paracosmic-sims, @perolesims, @simscici

[lemotmo]

I'm starting to think that Ravi being in the middle of Buddie is the same thing they did with BT by putting Eddie in every scene to stop it from happening. In the last episode we didn't see anything from Buddie and I think it's going to be like that now. I wanted to know what Ali thinks about this and her opinion is also important to me.

😂Well Nonny, you're in luck!

I was just talking about this topic with Ali and our thoughts are quite the opposite from yours.

First of all, Eddie wasn't in every BT scene just to stop it from happening, because BT did happen, remember? No, he was there to constantly remind the audience that, while Buck might be with T now, there was always someone else there who he relied on and trusted so much more than he ever did T. T was a stand in for Eddie in so many ways. They showed us time and again that Eddie was a better fit for Buck in every single way.

Second, there is absolutely no sign whatsoever they would want to stop Buddie from happening now. They have been setting up the storyline throughout season 8 (especially 8b) and all of it is leading somewhere.

Ali and I both think that Ravi is there for a reason yes, but not the reason you think.

Ravi has been there for a few seasons now. He has seen Buddie interacting since his first day on the job. More recently he was partnered up with Buck and got to know him better. He was there in 8x11 when Buck could talk about nothing else but Eddie. Then he was there to witness Buck and Eddie's silent communication in 8x16.

Buck has gotten to know Ravi better over the last few months and he obviously feels more comfortable around him these days. He seems to trust him in and outside of the field.

Now, in 17 and 18 there will be an earthquake. We have seen tons of bts where Anirudh, Oliver and Eddie are walking in and out of a building in varying degrees of dustiness. Yesterday we got that picture Anirudh made of the same underground space we saw in an earlier photograph of Oliver. He made a beautiful picture of Ryan there.

We don't think that Eddie will be back with the LAFD yet, since he was only back for the funeral and Chris is still in El Paso. He will want to go back to his son asap. But he will also realise that he wants to eventually move back to LA, because we all know that Ryan isn't going anywhere, so it's logical Eddie will move back at one point.

So walk with me for a minute... if Buck and Ravi end up getting stuck and/or pinned in a tight space underneath a building, without any way out, Eddie will most certainly come running unoffically to help them get out. It would explain his plain white henley under his turnouts.

Personally, I think that Gerrard will let him help out and even give him his turnouts back (Gerrard discovered that Bobby had hold on to them somewhere in the hope that Eddie would return someday, just like Bobby promised. 😭) because we've all seen that he has become a much softer version of himself ever since Bobby helped him out and ever since he died. (I know I know... Gerrard redemption is something we didn't want or need 🙄, but we are here now, so... let's roll with it.)

In the mean time Buck and Ravi are stuck underground somewhere with nothing to do but talk and hope they'll get rescued. Now, Ravi was always there in 8x11 and 8x16 when Buck was either talking about Eddie or just being around Eddie. So there is the possibility that Ravi already figured out how Buck feels about Eddie and he'll ask the question again: Are you in love with Eddie?

And Buck? He might just think that he doesn't want to leave the world with anything left unsaid, like he never got to tell Bobby that he loved him. So this time his answer will be different and he'll just blurt it out: 'yes, I do.'

It would give us a reason why Ravi was the one who was always there when Eddie popped up in Buck's narrative. So as you can see Nonny, our opinion here is very different from yours.

It's up to you what you want to believe of course. We are only speculating as well and there is always the possibility that we are wrong. But for us? Right now? This is a very likely scenario. 🤷‍♀️

[pikahlua]

I don't know if this is a right time for this ask or not, but I'm genuinely asking. What other "charitable" conclusion can you get out of Bakugo's death besides Horikoshi jobbing him (as well as all the other heroes who were with Bakugo) to make Deku sound cool or something?

I'm sorry but making Shiggy scared for 2 seconds isn't exactly a flex.

You told us to be "charitable" but I don't see anything else beside Bakugo getting ridiculed for the haters satisfaction and I'm not even trying to be mean to you or go against what you are saying. I don't just really understand where you are coming from. Hero academia is a shounen manga for entertainment so obviously fights and their results are more important than almost anything else.

Look, I just woke up. I'm not happy. I'm gonna try to contain myself, but I'm not happy. Unless you're a particularly young person who isn't used to coming to your own conclusions, I'm just really annoyed. You're putting it on me to assuage your insecurities. You're adding all this unnecessary baggage onto Horikoshi's statement. "I killed Bakugo to show Shigaraki's overwhelming power," is a statement that doesn't have to exist in a vacuum. You and I read the same manga I assume. Please just try to imagine what writing choices led to the final product. Horikoshi obviously made MANY decisions about his story to get that final product, and they all connect to each other. Maybe it's true--though I seriously doubt it is--that Horikoshi sat down one day and was like "Ah yes, I know what will give those Twitter bros specifically what they and no one else want!" and "jobbed" Katsuki to humiliate him. What I would say is far more LIKELY that happened is that Horikoshi considered a lot of unresolved elements in his narrative and came to decisions about them in a haphazard order, and now he's having to use hindsight to try to make sense of them all and come up with trivia to fill this fanbook.

Let's say one of his early decisions was this idea to use Katsuki's death to demonstrate Shigaraki's power. There's no guarantee that this WAS an early decision, but let's just imagine it for argument's sake. Here's how that thought process could have gone:

"Hmm, I need a way to demonstrate Shigaraki's overwhelming power. I suppose the best way to do that would be to kill a character. Who would be the best option? Ooh Katsuki would! Because he's so powerful in the narrative it would shock the audience if he died! But then how can I use his death to solve these other loose threads? Oh, I know! I can use his death to showcase this fundamental and soft truth about his character that would be hard to make a scene involving anyone else about. That would be beautiful. And I can't have him stay dead, he's just too stubborn, obviously. So I can use his death as a symbolic moment, yesssss. It will be glorious! A moment where he can literally defy death and despair and bring HIMSELF back to life! As a new and even more powerful hero! This would be a great opportunity to give him a strength upgrade! Yeah, then he can be the one to defeat AFO and take All Might's mantle, maybe even save All Might too! That would cap off his story perfectly! Yay I'm excited!"

Sound like I'm adding a lot to his innocuous statement in a fanbook? Well it's no more of an assumption than what you're making. You assume Horikoshi wants to ridicule Katsuki, not use this as an opportunity for his character growth. You're unimpressed by the fact that Katsuki spooked Shigaraki when NO ONE ELSE, NO ONE BUT IZUKU accomplished that. The reason it's important Katsuki scared Shigaraki is because it was FORESHADOWING. It showed us Katsuki would come back to life later. His strength upgrade would have to be explored. He would likely be a trump card for the late game. No one else achieved a strength close to that. You claim everyone else was jobbed all the same as Katsuki, but no one else was such a threat that Shigaraki panicked and killed them, no one else threatened him, no one else unhinged AFO's side of his personality. There's a REASON for that, and it was to hype up KATSUKI HIMSELF!

"Hero academia is a shounen manga for entertainment so obviously fights and their results are more important than almost anything else."

Maybe partially so, but I fundamentally disagree with a lot of dudebros on the internet as to why. Sure, the spectacle is part of the fun, but shounen battles are at their core dialogues. One of the reasons shounen anime is so influential in media worldwide is because it provides an easy blueprint for how to make battles compelling, and just a bland fight scene with no context behind it is not what draws people worldwide to watch shounen anime. Good cinematic fight scenes require there to be a story informing them and a progression of that story in the fight. If you really think everything boils down to "two or more people fight and someone wins and shows they're stronger yaaaaay" then I'd say go on a journey of learning about writing and gain a new perspective. Look, a quick search easily pulled up this article:

Fight Scene Tip #4: Show Character Development  Writing great action starts with the core of every good script: character. Action is unspoken dialogue. When words can no longer be used and something must be done, action is taken. Thus, we have a fight scene. The action stems from the development of the characters: their journey up until that point, how they’re feeling in the moment, their relationship with who they’re fighting with, level of fighting skill, and if the character has the desire to actually fight or hurt others. Their intention in the fight drives the action.

Framing fight scenes as "their results are more important than almost anything else" sounds to me like you're emotionally invested in a specific result in just this case, because I doubt you really believe this. If you truly believe this, why would you even read MHA or any manga for that matter? Why wouldn't you just look up the results of all the fights and be satisfied with that? Why would you watch an action movie and not just read a summary to get the fight results? You act as though losing a fight can only possibly serve the purpose of destroying the reputation of the character who lost, but Izuku has lost some fights too you know. His losses were important, and I never thought any less of him when he lost. I recognized those as the growth moments they were, and the story even framed some of those battle losses as narrative wins, like in the sports festival. Speaking of the sports festival, do people deride Shinsou for his loss? Does anyone shit on Shouto for coming in second place? Further, are Yaoyorozu and Tokoyami both jokes for losing in the joint training simulation arc? Is All Might a laughing-stock for putting up his last stand against All For One in the final battle arc?

There will always be bad faith actors who try to make you feel bad about something you love, especially on the internet. Unfortunately, to enjoy your time on the internet, you're going to have to learn to tune them out. Just because they're laughing at Katsuki doesn't mean their opinions hold any value. Jeez, just the other day I had to clarify a statement because some assholes somewhere tried to twist "if you kindly read volume 42 and imagine it" into "use your brain, dumbass." They're wrong. Don't let them rile you up. Don't give their dumbassery any credence in your heart. It's up to you, not anyone else, not even Horikoshi, to determine what MHA means to you.

[ahappydnp]

Hey so I hope this is okay to ask as i’m a bit confused and crazy atm. In the WIQYT screenshots going around again about the doc, the last one talks about Dan having self image issues. I was curious if you could possibly help spread some light on the subject maybe? I remember always seeing him posted on the proana blogs back in the day frequently, and even in Dan and Depression he says his lexapro made him “gain loads of weight” but it never seemed like anything visually changed. I know you’re not a mind reader and trying to understand another persons self image is impossible, I guess I just maybe don’t understand where this comes from. I know he used to rag on himself in videos by putting pillows down his shirt to signify that he was chubby as a kid even tho he never was from the pictures available. I’m aware this is very parasocial but I’ve been going through a lot self image wise and he never got to make his documentary where he talks about it and idk. To me, Daniel is lowkey a philosopher and i’m so desperate to hear what he has to say on the subject. Can you think of any times he’s talked about this kind of stuff? (Sorry for this being such a downer anon i just kinda feel like i need to hear about it rn and i don’t know where to look)

I hope your weekend is amazing and filled with joy and laughter!

like you said, no one knows what goes on inside someones mind especially things like insecurities. but i do think it's two seperate issues that dan has talked about (under the cut for sensitive topics)

i think it's important to remember how society treated weight in the early 00s, obviously it was muuuuch worse for women but boys would also get ridiculed for their weight regardless of their size. i assume that dan did get picked on for being bigger (more than likely he was probably just taller than his classmates but kids just really like generalizing words like "fat" and that sticks in your brain). it was such a shitty time for body acceptance as a whole and he was bullied so much i'm sure people did throw in weight comments just to add to the blow.

and like everything else that's going to stick and then when you're a little older you just repeat this truth that other people told you that "i was a fat kid and fat=bad just like gay=bad so i'm going to agree with them" of course that was suuuuuuper toxic and unhealthy and dan definitely did even more damage peddling casual fatphobia and making insensitive jokes online. but he was pretty openly struggling with his body image from the get go (all the ED comments he made in 2009) and as we know, there's generally another root cause. dan's talked about his self hatred when he was younger (particularly stemming from the bullying and his internalized homophobia) at length and it makes sense that manifested into body dysmorphia the second part is in that screenshot from WIQY he was specifically talking about gay men's beauty standards which is a whole different issue altogether. he's talked a lot about his baby face and how he's felt insecure about his lack of "masculine" features and build. he's talked about how people don't take him seriously because he doesn't look like "a man". there's also the added layer of him being the poster child for ~pretty boy twink~ who's now getting older and aging out of those very rigid beauty standards solely because he's no longer 21. but gay men can be incredibly toxic when it comes to labels and what's attractive (i mean think about the fact that grindr literally has a body type filter so you can exclude whole subsets of people). so he's not saying that he's not attractive or not the general beauty standard, it's that he came out and fell face first into gay standards discourse because he was actively engaging and consuming queer community in a new light

allll of this to say i COMPLETELY get how it can instinctively rub people the wrong way when dan howell, who was famously coined "the hot one" for years and has had people drooling over him his entire adult life, says he's insecure. it can feel like a slap in the face if you don't consider his own struggles but i do think he's self aware and healed enough to know that he's very much within societal beauty standards (tall, straight sized, white, eurocentric features) and has actually benefited greatly in his career because of his looks. and he's unpacked a lot of his fatphobia and has made a point to be vocally body positive even going back to like 2016/2017

[leeril]

Routine

Tobias Rogers x reader

Short and sweet, not proofread

Banner credit- @cafekitsune

Her schedule was ingrained in my mind, from how long it took her to brush her teeth in the morning, to the late night cram sessions in the library. I knew she woke up extra early every Wednesday before class, the exact bus route she took just to miss the early morning traffic on her way back from the gym. I had her days down to the minute.

I could always tell the exact mood she was in from the small pin in her hair, each colour a different emotion. A small gateway into her mind.

I had her coffee order memorised like I was the barista who worked the till from 08:12 to 08:17. I knew the exact amount of syrup pumps, whether she wanted it iced or hot, or when she had that yellow pin in her hair- with extra sweet foam.

She was perfect, truly. She was perfect for me.

So why did she have to go and ruin our routine? Why did you ruin it?

Did I not pay you enough attention? I even stood closer to you in the grocery store. Slightly too close in the parking lot. But I was there wasn’t I? You knew I was.

It started with those extra 5 minutes while you were in bed. That wasn’t part of the schedule. You were running into your sleep. Was it him you were texting? Or something else? The once gorgeous and open smile you held, was now tainted. Did you direct it at him? Did he make you smile?

My favourite times together were always the ones where it felt like you saw me. Really saw me. Not just the dark shadow in the corner of your yard.

You needed me. It was so much easier to love you, cause I knew, I knew you needed me. Did you need him?

Those extra 5 minutes really were the turning point for us, weren’t they? After that you changed even more.

How dare you coil around my bleeding heart, squeezing and squeezing. And fucking squeezing. Till the last drop painted your perfect lips. My hand can still feel the wetness. Was it my blood that night? Was it yours? Did we meld together? Did you taste how sweet you really fucking were? Was mine copper? Was it bitter? Did you feel the love?

Those late night cram sessions quickly just became an excuse to sit on your phone, laptop idly staring at you, screen completely black. It gave me the perfect chance to observe you. I’m sure you didn’t see me- you were too busy of course. Still on that goddamn phone. Our reflections looked so perfect together, if only you had just lifted your head.

I remember the first night vividly, your pink pin in your hair, that yellow worn out cardigan on your shoulders, preparing for an English literature exam. But you just couldn’t keep your eyes on your notes, could you? Every few minutes, your eyes, your wandering eyes, they kept drifting to your phone. Was it his notification you were hoping for?

You really made me sick that night.

I forgive you now. It’s in the past after all. I know you won’t do it again. You’re perfect.

Thursday was always our day. The late lie in bed. The slow pace of you reaching for your phone, laughing at whatever was on it. It was your friends, right? Katie and issy? Your face entirely relaxed, hair slightly messy, curtain open just enough for me to savour how the sun shined against your skin. French toast with an excessive amount of powdered sugar, a cup of earl grey with honey, if it was raining- chai.

He doesn’t bring you flowers you know. I do. Amaranthus, daisies and anemones. They make a beautiful bouquet. I’m sure you think so too. I deliver them on our day. Do you like them? Do you see how much I still care?

You always did have a floral scent. The smell of rot doesn’t suit you. But I still bear it. Because I love you.

I loved the sound of your laughter, how it always seemed to cling to my skin. You had a way of filling any uncomfortable silence with ease. Are you laughing now?

I remember the last look you gave me. There was no fear. No surprise. It was like you anticipated this all along. Like you carefully shifted the routine to fit me in. Made all the correct advances for weeks just to feel the cold blades imbed your bones. You didn’t fight it. You didn’t scream. You just looked at me with that innocent smile. Those knowing eyes. And they told me all I needed. You loved me too.

Now as you lay there a few feet away from me, smell disguised by the flowers, I’m telling you about my day. You’re finally there to listen. The game of cat and mouse is finally over. Do you forgive me too?

[alltimecharlo]

can i request more self concious mack? I loved the other ficlet!! mayyybe a body worship element involved?

of course!!! body worship my beloved <3 fic under the cut :)

Mack stares at his reflection and immediately regrets it.

The locker room is empty. Quiet, save for the whir of the air vent and the faint drip of water in the shower stall no one shut off properly.

He stands in front of his open locker, shirtless, running a towel over his damp hair. He keeps his eyes down, but they still drift toward the mirror mounted on the wall.

He doesn’t know what he expects to see. He knows what his body looks like. Broad shoulders, yeah. Hockey-built, sure.

But then there’s everything else—his slightly too-soft middle, the small scatter of moles on his hips, the faded stretch marks near the waistband of his compression shorts, the old scar on his thigh from a skate blade years ago. The way his chest doesn’t look like it should. The way he sometimes tugs at his jersey to make sure it’s sitting right, hiding what he doesn’t want seen.

He feels… off. Uncomfortable in his skin, more than usual.

He doesn't hear Will come in until a familiar voice breaks the silence.

"You okay?"

Mack startles slightly. He turns to find Will leaning against the doorframe, still in his practice gear, curls damp and cheeks pink from the cold. He looks beautiful. Effortlessly so.

Mack offers a shrug. "Yeah. Fine."

Will eyes him for a beat, then pushes off the doorframe and walks over, crossing the room with quiet steps.

"You’re not fine," Will says, not unkindly. "You’ve got that look."

"What look."

"The 'I just got in a fight with my reflection and lost' look."

Mack huffs a laugh. "That obvious?"

Will shrugs off his gloves, tosses them into a nearby bin, and reaches out to take Mack's hand. His palm is warm. Steady.

"Tell me," he says.

Mack shakes his head. "It’s dumb. Just��feeling weird today. Doesn’t matter."

Will hums. "Matters to me."

He tugs lightly on Mack’s hand, guiding him to the bench. Mack follows without resisting, letting Will pull him down so they're sitting close. Will turns, legs tucked under him, and studies Mack with a look that makes Mack want to squirm.

Instead, he says, "I know I’m not—I just don’t always like how I look, okay?"

Will tilts his head. "What part?"

Mack gives him a dry look. "All of it."

"Hmm," Will says thoughtfully. "I think you might need new eyes."

Mack snorts. "You gonna buy me some?"

"Nah. I’m gonna show you what I see."

He leans forward and presses a kiss to Mack’s shoulder. It’s soft. Barely there.

Then another, lower, to the inside of his arm.

"Strong arms that carry me to bed when I fall asleep on the couch," Will murmurs.

Another kiss, this time to the center of Mack’s chest.

"This chest that I love curling into. That smells like home."

Mack feels his breath catch. His throat goes tight.

Will trails kisses down his stomach, slow and reverent. "Here," he says between kisses, "where you’re warm and soft and perfect. Where I like to rest my head."

Mack’s hands twitch at his sides. He doesn’t know what to do with them. Doesn’t know how to process this—this much tenderness. This worship.

Will looks up at him, eyes bright. "Your hips," he says, kissing along one. "Your thighs." Another kiss. "Every part of you, Mack. You’re mine."

Mack finally lets out a breath. Shaky. Disbelieving.

"I don’t know what I did to deserve you," he says.

Will smiles, climbing back up to cup Mack’s face in both hands. "Loved me like no one else ever has. That’s what."

Mack kisses him then, hard and a little desperate. Will kisses back with just as much devotion, fingers threading through Mack’s still-damp hair, grounding him.

Later, when they’re curled up on the couch in sweats and blankets, Will kisses a freckle on Mack’s shoulder and says, "If I have to remind you every day, I will. You’re beautiful. Got it?"

Mack, flushed and soft and full to the brim with love, nods.

"Got it," he whispers.

♡

[hyukwwn]

Heyoo! I’ve been here since your first fic, thank you for feeding us, its been keeping me afloat.

Sooo I got a lil request if that’s cool: Kwon Hyuk x fem!reader where she ends up as his roommate by some wild accident (like, we all know Hyuk aint the “share my space” type lol). No rush at all, take your time! Appreciate you tons in advance! ♥️

Can't take you home , You have shown that you won't go – ft. Kwon Hyuk .

summary you'd choose some room else, but what difference does it make?

a/n omgomg i feel so shy .. (/▿＼ ) ~ here's your dish ma'am >:)

warnings none , just a strangers to friends type of connection.

dividers credit @cafekitsune . banner credit @/shakunetsu on X .

today could not be any more beautiful. thank YOU for burning your stove down and god knows what you cook that even one extinguisher can't help shutting the fire up.

the whole corridor at the floor of your apartment smell like burnt bacon. and eggs. well, sorry thay you can't focus on the pan that's clearly smoking while you're busy gluing your eyes on your phone.

the fire fighters came right after 5 minutes of a phone call. your apartment seemed busted coming from the other people from other room that needs to be in your business. smokes flowing out of the entrance door, your whole living room was clouded!

"my apology miss. i think you should move to someplace else for some day. it'll be dangerous for your health to stay here while its still reek of smoke." one of the fire fighters says, the others still clearing up your kitchen and cleaning up whats need to be cleaned.

your eyes slightly widened at the thought of taking another studio and having to spend money on it when you already have one. and weirdly it became a toxic hazard area. don't know where that come from.

"is there anyone else living with you?" the firemen asked. he nodded and murmured 'i see' when you shook your head at his question.

"what's that all about?" a chilled manly voice came from your right side called out, his eyes focused on the entrance of your studio and taking in the situation.

his name is Hyuk. at least that's what you've heard about him. he was just your next door neighbour. people doesn't really take note of his presence, and that makes him unknown around here.

but still, you do notice how loud his music sometimes goes in the morning, then at night it'll be a soft R&B, how he has guests that makes noises and banging the walls to your side. you've never once complained about it just because you were shy.

you sighed after hearing his question, crossing your arms over your chest trying to think of a place to make your stay for maybe weeks.

"i burnt my kitchen.. don't ask how or why." you say, your tone slightly frustrated.

hyuk just nodded at your answer, eyes still boring into the situation in your studio. other neighbours had gone to their own rooms, i guess they have enough knowledge about what's happening then. chaos never acts without crowds am i right?

"now i don't know where to go to. my parents don't even live here!" you babbled to yourself, annoyed by how careless you were for busting your kitchen so easily.

hyuk took note of your disappointment, he glanced down at you for a second before returning his eyes towards the scene again. bummer, he thinks.

then one of the firemen came up to you, heavy breaths after investigating the incident inside of your studio.

"yep. you should totally move out of here for some time. maybe you have a friend living here..?" he asks, slowly raising his pointy finger towards hyuk beside you.

your eyes bat towards where he was pointing, a confused face quickly replaced your calm ones.

"him..? he's not my friend! he–" "okay you can take your stuff now, quickly!"

the frown on your face deepens when you were cut off. hyuk wasn't even someone who you know, much less your friend.

hyuk doesn't seem to react at the moment. instead, his jaw just tightened slightly and that went noticeably from your eyes.

"why should i be the one who's going to let her stay in?" hyuk asks in a chill tone, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes furrowed slightly towards the firemen.

"your studio is just next to hers right? ..so its better that way since she has to check up on her own while she's with you." the guy explains. oh you're being put with such work for one mistake, cus how did he even know that hyuk was your neighbour when he didn't see which direction hyuk came from? (guys, fanfic logic)

hyuk sighs, rolling his eyes to the side and walked away. "fine." was all his response were to the thought of you being his new roommate.

its been not long after the incident, now you've moved your stuff into hyuk's studio and became his roommate considering that the second room of his apartment was also available.

it made you curious on why he didn't make his friends his roommate for it being empty.

hyuk lazed on his couch, his eyes bored into the screen of the tv and not acknowledging your presence at all in front of the door, bags and luggages on both your sides on the floor.

"so.. help?" you uttered, enough to get him to hear you.

hyuk just doesn't want to be in a place where he has to constantly aware of your presence because he's really just used to being alone in the apartment. plus, knowing his personality, he would rather just go on a bike ride or make himself early in his part time job.

he sighs, sitting up then glancing down on your bags messily stuffed with your important needs on the floor.

"do i have to?" he says with a long sigh again.

you did not know how to act when having a roommate either. so its quite your first time.

"okay.. since you don't wanna." you shrugged, taking two bags in two hands and starts to drag them towards the empty room.

hyuk watches as you did so, not budging a little to give you a help.

after a good 45 minutes of moving your stuff in, finally everything is in place. you've took your time decorating the room, not overdoing it since you might have to move into your studio once again later.

you gazed around your 'new' room with a small smile, proud of yourself for being independent and nod needing your 'roommate's' help. (well.. who doesn't?)

"you did this all by yourself?" hyuk suddenly appeared behind you as his tall figure towers over your shorter ones. his eyes darting towards the well tidied up room of yours.

you turned your head to the side, noting his presence and nods. "of course. i don't need some help anyway."

hyuk scoffed at the cocky statement. he thinks its stupid that you just said that out loud to him who doesn't give any care enough.

"hm. keep the interior clean always." he reminded before turning around and leave your sight. not a fan of messiness, but somehow bites his nails off on some occasion..? come on.

are you going to spend your how many days with him as your roommate? yes. is it going well? the second you stepped in, no.

and so.. you've been in the same apartment as him for three days now. you wondered how much time you should leave your studio unattended more before you move back in.

chaos happens, but it escalates quickly as you both forgets about it in a few hours after. like one time you walked in on him shirtless and only in his towel while he leans on the sink in the bathroom. it wasn't on purpose okay? he was literally standing there glued to his phone and seemed to be there for like an hour? maybe just distracted.

or when you made breakfast at 8 in the morning right after you've made your morning jog, hyuk intentionally made a joke out of it; "boi be careful boi or you'll get my kitchen on fire boi."

okay, you have to admit he's quite a funny guy sometimes but that was not laughable.

living with him doesn't seem to be much of a fuss as you thought it would be! though.. he gave the worse first impression ever but as the days went on, he's actually really nice. not nice when he's out until midnight and came home at 3am seeing you binging your favourite movie in the dark living room AFTER he had just got scolded by his boss at work. he threw his bike across the room and it ended up being in front of your room.

you didn't say anything to him the morning after because of how terrifying he looked that night and stormed into his room with loud slamming of his door. and somehow his bike still remained in front of your bedroom door because you were too scared to move it away so you just turned into a ninja jumping over the bike and into your room.

and then came your last day being his roommate after a week staying in. it was fun, you engaged a lot with random conversations times to times. you packed your bags and left the room cleaned with zero of your stuff in.

and as usual, hyuk doesn't seem to have the mood to help you dragging your big bags all the way next door, to your apartment.

"so long friend~" you waved at him with a smile and got a straight face with an insincere wave as a response.

though he seems unbothered, he's really just happy he's got his own space again. finally alone at last.

what's so weird to him is that your scent still lingers and loud music was played from the other side of the room. and instead of the noise coming from the other wall, it came from the next door.

again, he's not someone who likes having a company around. but he can't help but to stop in front of your door with a soft knock, greeted by your presence standing before him with the usual cheeky smile.

"can i come in? i burnt my kitchen."

do not repost , thank you for reading !

[frogsinflannel]

Would you do kiss 13, discreetly, for bucktommy? Please 😘

Hello, thank you so much for the ask! I haven't been able to write much lately, so this fought with me but I managed. Canon-compliant, post-8x16. I'm not sure I'll be able to deal with the grief of that in a meaningful way, but I managed not to minimize it here even if it's not in full focus. 💚💚💚

~

It’s… good to see his parents, Buck thinks. It’s fine. They haven’t been back to LA since Maddie’s wedding, and they’d missed the birth because Margaret had the flu. She’s long since recovered, and feeling wonderful now she assures them. They’re planning to come out as soon as they can.  They can’t wait to see the baby (he’s beautiful, Maddie, you and Howard must be so proud!) and Maddie (you’ve got that new mother glow, sweetheart) and Jee (what a good big sister you’ll be!) and Buck (you look exhausted, Evan, are you getting enough sleep), one big happy family all together again.  It’s going to be a long visit, too, hopefully.  And in the meantime, isn’t the video call nice?

Sure.  Buck tries to smile.  It’s good to see his parents.  It’s nice.  It’s fine.

All the attention is on the baby, bouncing on Chimney’s knee.  He’s been fussy lately, fighting sleep, and it shows on both Chim and Maddie’s faces.  Buck’s been keeping Jee more lately when he’s available, trying to help out where he can.  None of them have really reached an equilibrium yet but at least the new baby was something to celebrate.  It helped.  It was a reminder that life goes on, that there would always be things worth living for.

Because that’s what they’ve had to do, isn’t it.  Just keep on living.  

Buck takes in a deep breath.  Holds it.  Lets it out long and slow.

“Hey.”  Tommy leans closer, putting a hand on his shoulder.  There wasn’t room on the couch for all of them, and instead of playing on the floor with Jee–though Jee had assured him that if he could pilot a helicopter, he could probably manage a barbie–he’d stood behind them.  Offering the strong, silent support that Buck has been leaning on for months.  Tommy’s voice is soft and everyone else’s eyes are still on the baby.  “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Buck says, under his breath.  It’s a reflex even though he knows Tommy won’t believe him because he is, fairly obviously, lying.  But he reaches up and squeezes Tommy’s hand anyway.  “Don’t worry about me.”

“Hmm.”  Yeah, Tommy clearly knows it’s bullshit, but he doesn’t call him on it.  Instead, he leans closer.  He presses a kiss to Buck’s neck, right underneath his ear.  If anyone glanced their way, it would probably look like Tommy had leaned in to whisper something.  But Tommy doesn’t say anything else, just lets his mouth linger on Buck’s skin, soft and tender.  Buck has to squeeze his eyes shut, just for a moment, fighting back a rush of feeling from the comfort of Tommy’s kiss.  He’s glad, for once, that his parents aren’t looking at him.  It’s tempting to turn his head, to find the warm, wet shape of Tommy’s lips.  To kiss him deeply, without reservation.  To feel something good.  But he doesn’t.  He keeps the moment discreet instead, lets himself take the offered support.  Lets it bolster him.  “If you need to leave say the word,” Tommy tells him.  “I’ll make an excuse.”

“I’m–I’ll be okay.”  He squeezes Tommy’s hand again and then lets his own fall in his lap.  It’s just one conversation.  He can get through it.  He should be grateful this is a dad he still has.  He nods, turns his eyes back to the laptop screen.  Maddie and Chim have a beautiful new son.  Jee is healthy and happy.  His parents are here; his parents are trying.  The hole in his chest will one day fill up, or maybe his heart will keep growing around it.  

One day, he thinks.  Yeah.  I’ll be okay.

~

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[jacksonekennedy]

"You don't have to hold me to anything. I already know what dress I'm gonna wear for dancing."

Oh. She knew what dress she’d be wearing. Jack tried imagining it, but before he could get too far, his mouth blurted out:

“What dress?”

He’d asked the question before the words had even formed in his brain. It had been a selfish, impulsive thing, and he regretted it as soon as he’d asked.

Jack snapped his mouth shut, as if to make a point that he’d spoken before thinking. He offered a sheepish smile, before thinking about his words a little more cautiously.

“Don’t answer that. I want it to be a surprise, actually.”

It would be torture. Who knows when they’d go dancing? With Alice’s schedule, and Jack set to return to D.C. in the next few weeks for a (likely) disciplinary or investigative hearing. He’d do whatever it took, though. Spend the thousands of dollars just to fly to New York. Just to dance for one night.

Just to see her in that dress, whatever it looked like.

It would definitely be a date, Jack thought. He would make sure to clarify as well, the closer the time came. Or, well, he’d ask. Surely he wasn’t reading this whole thing wrong.

For some reason, the realization that Jack and Alice were both aware of where this was heading was … exciting. A little embarrassing, but in a sweet way? Maybe embarrassing wasn’t the right word for it though. It felt very … innocent at times. The exciting part of meeting someone new and realizing that the feelings go both ways.

If Jack had any doubt, well, Alice had put those fears to rest by suggesting that maybe they hold hands.

“Oh, one hundred percent. It’s probably worse than plastic surgery and the dentist. I really don’t know if hand holding will be enough, but we can give it a try.”

What else could there be?

The promise of a kiss, maybe?

Jack didn’t want to push it though. It was late, and talking about kissing Alice would only make him wade through the water until he was staring up at her, silently pleading for her mouth.

His phone buzzed again. Jack sighed. It was his mother. Was that the third or fourth text of the day?

“You have no idea how badly I want to stay out here and keep spending time with you, but I promised my mom that I’d call her tonight.”

Jack realized how … stupid that sounded. And childish. He felt the need to offer up an explanation.

“I’ve kind of been ghosting her. Everyone, really, since you’ve been here, but before that, too.”

Jack was sure that she could guess why. Things hadn’t been good, but they felt so much better now. At least, in that moment they did. Jack was on a high that no one could bring down. Maybe he’d even make plans to see his mother the weekend after Alice left. That would make her happy.

“She threatened to drive up tomorrow if I didn’t. So.”

Jack offered an apologetic smile. He felt like it was a good place to end the night, though. The promise of seeing each other after the week was over. Already, Jack felt a bit of relief that he’d see her again. He’d see her in that dress, in that Yankees hat — or even a Yankees t-shirt… but maybe that was pushing it.

“I had a really nice day with you though.”

Jack smiled. He really meant it. Enjoying coffee together, swimming, the trip to the falls, dinner. Getting to learn about Alice’s family and their little traditions. Her parents dancing in the living room. And Alice’s voice. Her beautiful, perfect voice that he was certain he’d dream about.

“One of the best I’ve had in … a really long time.”

God. It was really good that there was a body of water between them. Jack wanted to kiss her goodnight.

“It was really perfect, actually.”

Okay. Okay, he could stop talking now. The more that he hung around, the more difficult it would be to leave. The more he talked, the more he'd be tempted to ask about the dress again. Jack didn't want to spoil anything.

“Alright. If I don’t leave now … anyway.”

Jack stood, legs dripping from the water. He scooped up his shoes with one hand. He paused for a second, and his mouth almost did that thing again. There was almost an offer to walk her up to her bedroom, but ... that wouldn't have lead anywhere good. Jack was glad he managed to regain some self control (but not really, because he still turned around).

One last look. He smiled at Alice, very softly.

Isn't this what had turned Lot's wife into a pillar of salt? Or what had condemned Eurydice back to the underworld?

Jack was glad that there was no biblical punishment for this. And, even if there was ... fuck it.

"Sweet dreams, Alice."

Alice bites her lip for a long moment while observing his smile— a part of aims for composure, but, alas.

She's fairly certain it's a losing game.

Jack simply looks too handsome like this. He looked too happy, about the prospect of seeing Alice again.

It makes her neck hot. Her hands feel all fidgety too, like they're too flighty to rest in her lap, too twitchy to skim the water. Like she needs to touch something. No. Not something. Jack. She really just needs to touch Jack.

And there was flickering between them right now too; something bright and new and exciting, but it wasn't flimsy, it felt, especially now ... substantial.

What she felt for Jack felt substantial.

'I’m gonna hold you to this. The Yankees game and the dancing,'

'Like, the day you leave, I’m sending you a calendar invite with different days to pick from.'

Alice shakes her head and smiles.

"You don't have to hold me to anything. I already know what dress I'm gonna wear for dancing."

It was black— not too long — and the hem of it had layers, pretty ruffles that moved like rippling water. She hopes Jack will see her in it and feel something. She hopes Jack will see her in it and feel compelled to twirl her, to dip her, maybe even pull her close to her chest and rest his forehead against hers and—

Well.

Alice would really like a kiss.

More than anything, she wants piano music to float above their heads as they stand on weathered hardwood, nicked by years and years of footsteps and dance steps, and she wants Jack to kiss her, and she wants to feel that fire rear up in her belly again like from tonight.

She really wants Jack to want that too.

And when it does happen, she wants Jack to want it again, and then there's another Yankees game, and another dance night on the calendar, and then another set of those, and another, and she's Scheherazade, extending their time together in a never-ending story of stadium seats and slow dances.

Again and again and again.

'We should go to the museum anyway. Get it out of the way so you can’t threaten me with it. And — well, there’s no way you could’ve known this, and if you repeat this … I’ll be very hurt by it — but dolls creep me the fuck out. So… apple dolls? I don’t know. I’m willing to go though. Face my fears.'

Alice smiles like the cat that got the cream.

Willing to face apple dolls for her? Willing to go this creepy ass muesum all because she'd suggested, jokingly?

"Apple dolls are scarier than normal dolls, I think— they look extra wizened."

"It might be a dentist or plastic surgery kind of situation. Where you might need to hold my hand."

Yeah. They definitely should hold hands there.

[lost-romantique]

The Dummies Guide to LVLUP

So you're tired of living vicariously through everyone's Hellaverse LVLUP posts, and you want to try giving this convention a shot, right?

Cool! I'm going to try making this detailed as possible, especially for folks that aren't familiar with the Vegas scene.

What is LVLUP?

To put it bluntly, LVLUP is like any old regular anime and gaming convention- the only catch is that it is a mecca for Hellaverse fans, especially for those that are fans of Helluva Boss.

It's the place where Spindlehorse usually makes big old announcements pertaining to the show(s), and it's the one place that guarantees a lot of your favorite Hellaverse voice actors and creators to all be conglomerated into one space: Brandon Rogers, Bryce Pinkham, Alex Brightman, Morgana Ignis, Vivienne Medrano, and more.

The SharkRobot booth is also the most beautiful thing ever because people that attend the convention usually get first dibs to stuff that hasn't been released yet.

I want to go to LVLUP, but what should I do first?

I think it's important to decide whether or not you want to go alone, with family, friends, and or other fellow mutuals.

For LVLUP this year, I went with two mutuals I met online, and my sister.

Just so you know LVLUP is a pretty big commitment, so I recommend finding people that YOU KNOW are interested in going to LVLUP just as much as you are.

Hotels and Transportation?

The thing about Las Vegas is that it has this beautiful thing known as the monorail that circles around the entire strip, and has direct access to the Las Vegas Convention Center.

Therefore, I recommend booking a hotel that has terminals directly connected to the monorail, and or are at least walking distance from it.

Hotels I recommend that has direct access to the monorail: Flamingo, The Linq, Westgate, and the Sahara.

Hotels that are walking distance to the monorail that I recommend: The Venetian, The Cosmopolitan, and The Strat (I have a soft spot for The Strat, and while it is walking distance to the monorail- it's also located in a ghetto part of town- but like the hotel rooms are cheap)

Hotels that I don't recommend: Circus Circus and The Luxor

When it comes to booking hotels in Vegas, I think it's important to use your connections. For example, my mutual is a Ceasers Rewards member, so she was able to get us a hotel room at the Flamingo with a beautiful view. As for me, I'm able to get discounted hotel room tickets and discounted flights thanks to my work connections. Likewise, if you have family and or friends that live in Vegas- ask if you can crash at their place.

So if you have connections, USE THEM!

If you don't have connections- I genuinely recommend using these sites to book your hotel like: booking.com, Expedia, etc- and booking around three to four months in advance roughly for the best rates.

The same goes for airplanes, guys. I took a Greyhound to go to Vegas, but I recommend always booking far in advance when it comes to what method of transportation you're using to get to Vegas.

If you're overseas- make sure you have your Passports, 'kay?

Regular vs VIP Members

Decide whether or not you want to go as a Regular pass holder, and or if you want to go VIP.

Regular 3 Day Passes to LVLUP are $85, but do understand that you don't get any special privileges that going VIP gets you.

VIP Passes are roughly $200, but the perks do make it worth it: you get free shit and I like free shit, you get to enter the convention center one hour before everyone else does so that means front row seats to the panels (usually), and a shorter wait time for getting autographs thanks to the VIP line.

Also, if you decide to go Regular- TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BUNDLE!

How much money should I bring?

I recommend carrying cash and card with you. When I went to Vegas I took $750 in cash that I divided into two separate wallets, and I also made sure I had at least $500 on my debit cards I had reserved just for use at Vegas.

Of course, the more money you bring the better, but if you want to go on a budget- I recommend having AT LEAST $300-$500 in cash, and having your credit card in handy just for emergencies.

PS: For the entire trip altogether, I've probably spent around $1500- I live in California so I have no trouble making a trip to Nevada.

Another reason to go to LVLUP:

Going to Helluva Show is literally the most magical experience ever, and genuinely one of the highlights of the entire trip.

It's honestly kinda surreal seeing projected images of your favorite characters inside a big venue space- and musical performances from Sam Haft, Georgie Lehay, Christina Vee, and Eric Schwartz- as well as a comedy show done by Brandon Rogers (the helluva boss, himself) makes for one helluva night to remember.

If you or your friends are considering going to LVLUP, and have any questions- please don't hesitate to message me.

I go to Las Vegas pretty regularly, so I'm quite familiar with the area, and I've been attending regularly LVLUP since last year.

And yes, I do plan on going next year... 🥲

[quintessenceofdust88]

fuck it friday

(I STILL HAVE HALF AN HOUR OF FRIDAY OK SO I'M TECHNICALLY ON TIME) I was tagged by my darling @laundryandtaxesworld for this. Love you, Via! ♥ I've been working a bit on all of my fanfics the last few days, and I think I might get the groove of writing constantly again, so here's hoping hehe. For today, I'm bringing you the final part of ch. 1 of my fanfic Trail of Lies , so I hope you enjoy it! ♥ (USUAL WARNING FOR TRAIL OF LIES: THIS FANFIC CONTAINS BUDDIE, BUT IT IS BUCKTOMMY ENDGAME. IT STARTS OFF AS BUDDIE, BUT IT’S NOT REALLY BUDDIE-FRIENDLY NOR PARTICULARLY EDDIE-FRIENDLY. Therefore, I didn’t want to tag it as Buddie, because I know how annoying it can be to have ‘anti’ fics in your ship’s tag. If that’s sth that bothers you - either the Buddie content or the fact it’s not really a good depiction of their relationship - please feel free to skip this one, I absolutely understand)

The restaurant Eddie’s chosen is cozy and quiet, with exposed brick walls and dim lighting, a far cry from the usual burger joints where they go together on the rare occasions they go out. Buck understands the gesture for what it is, and he feels incredibly touched, and kind of bad for the doubts he shared with Bobby. It’s clear Eddie was just having a bad day, and it was unfair of Buck to question his excitement for their family because of it. 

Their meal is delicious, and so is the wine. They start the evening with small talk, and it’s fluid and smooth like it always is with them. He and Eddie were best friends before anything else, and Buck values that aspect of their relationship so much. Even though he’s aching to broach up the topic that’s been on his mind for the last few days, he waits. He wants Eddie to bring it up. 

“So, angel,” Eddie says eventually, putting down his wine glass and smiling at him, that smile that sweeps Buck off his feet. “Tell me what you found out about surrogates? Do you think it’s gonna work for us?”

Buck finds himself beaming widely at Eddie’s question. ‘For us’. That’s all he’s ever wanted, for the baby to be their plan. 

“Yeah, babe, I think it will” Buck says, and doesn’t stop himself from talking this time. 

He goes on a rant about all the options he found online and about how California law works for surrogacy cases. And while usually Eddie indulges Buck in his rants, listening and nodding at the appropriate times, now he’s engaged, he’s asking questions, he’s planning with him, and Buck’s heart feels full. “Before we go on about our surrogacy options, babe, shouldn’t we decide who’s going to be the biological father?” Eddie asks, taking a sip of his wine. “I mean… I have Chris, so if you want to do it, I totally understand”

“Actually, about that, there’s this thing they do at the fertility clinic where they mix up our materials”, Buck explains excitedly, kinda wishing he had his tablet there to show Eddie everything he has saved. “I… I kinda like the idea of watching our baby grow up and not knowing to which one of us he’s biologically related.”

Eddie gives him a beautiful smile at that, squeezing his hand once more. That’s the farthest he goes when it comes to public displays of affection, so to Buck it feels almost like a passionate kiss (or he wants it to, anyway). 

“Yeah, angel, I kinda like that idea too.” He declares. “Well, I guess that leaves us to decide the surrogate matter. I gotta be honest, Buck, I’m not sure about the whole agency thing. Feels kinda…”

“Impersonal?” Buck completes, and Eddie nods, to his relief. “Yeah, I thought so too. I really like the idea of it being someone we know, but I’m not sure who to ask”

Buck has given the matter a lot of thought in the last few days, his mind going through the women he knows and to whom he’d feel comfortable asking something like that. His first instinct, as most things in his life, would be asking Maddie, and he knows his sister would say yes. But Buck can’t do that to her, not when she had such a difficult time after Jee-Yun’s pregnancy. His niece is one year old and only now Maddie seems to be recovering, and Buck can’t risk doing that to her; can’t risk being the reason why she finds herself in that place again, and especially for a baby she won’t even keep.

And with Maddie out of the equation, Buck is at a loss. He would never ask Hen, he knows she has no interest in being pregnant, and he knows all about Karen’s struggles and how that is a sensitive subject for her. He had briefly thought about May, but she’s way too young and has far too much going on in her life for a pregnancy to uproot it. 

He relays all of those thoughts to Eddie, who listens intently, and then goes silent for a while. Buck goes silent himself, his mind frantically trying to figure out if he let anyone out, when Eddie talks. 

“I think I might know someone. We… we work together at the store, and we get along. I think she might be willing. It… It could be an option” He says, and Buck frowns, trying to remember if Eddie ever mentioned having a particularly close relationship to any of the store workers before, but coming up blank. Still, he doesn’t think his boyfriend would be inconsequential about something as important as their baby, so if this woman came to his mind, there must be a reason.

“Oh? What’s her name?” He asks curiously.

“Kim. Her name is Kim.”

Np tagging @bidisasterevankinard @unhingedangstaddict @moonydanny @frogsinflannel and anyone else who'd like to join! If it's already Saturday on your timezone, feel free to consider this an Inspiration Saturday tag. Love you ♥

[ang3lzi]

heyyy could you possibly do an Arcane hcs fic where fem reader is insecure about her weight and how characters would help her deal with that? (if you're comfortable obviously)

i love what you do it brings me comfort ♡

⋆.˚ Arcane characters x insecure fem reader ⋆.˚

Hii!! Thank you so much for requesting again. 💗 I would also like to thank you for reading my work. I'm glad it brings you comfort!

Always remember you have no reason to be ashamed of your body. Every body is healthy and perfect. Remember that!! 💖

Summary: arcane headcanons where the reader is insecure about her weight.

Tags: arcane x reader, arcane, arcane x fem reader

Silco

When Silco sees you tugging at your sleeves to hide your figure, he'd grab your wrist and press soft kisses to your arm while murmuring “Never hide what I love."

He'd buy expensive clothes that fits your figure instead of hiding it.

Would press kisses to his favourite parts of your body as a way of telling you you're beautiful. (His favourite places to kiss are your hands, lips, fingers, neck and shoulder!!)

Every night, before you go to bed, his hands find your waist and pull you flush against him. He presses his forehead against yours and tenderly whispers; "You're perfect."

Jinx

get jinxed 😜

If you ever make a self-depervating comment, she'd turn serious immediately. She'd grab your cheeks and bore her eyes into yours. “Hey, that's my favourite person you're talking about. Be nice to her."

Jinx would constantly draw doodles of you to show you how perfect you look in her eyes.

She'd even stick her drawings onto the sides of your mirror so you can see the beauty in yourself.

On days when you feel bad, Jinx treats you to a spa day!!

She pushes your shoulders down to sit you down on the chair in front of her so she can braid your hair, she paints your nails (but you have to do her nails in return) and she forces you to put on her home-made facemasks that look like biohazards..

Vi

Vi notices how weight is such a sensitive topic for you and gets extra protective.

"You're perfect already. Ignore what everyone else says."

Vi makes sure to remind you your body is healthy already and you shouldn't change for anyone.

"You're just right for me."

She's CONSTANTLY hyping you up!!

"You're built like a dream, cupcake."

Caitlyn

Caitlyn is gentle and patient. If she ever hears you being hard on yourself, she'd sit you down and talk calmly.

"Your worth isn't defined by a number or a shape, remember that."

"You're elegant and striking, don't you see it too?"

Caitlyn would offer quick pecks to your face and hands in an attempt to make you feel better.

Mel

Mel takes IMMENSE pride in you. She loves you to the moon and back.

Mel understands the feeling of trying to be 'perfect' way too well.She'd buy custom made jewels and gowns tailored to fit your body and complexion.

"Art does not follow rules. Your body shouldn't either."

Every evening after Mel's showers, she gives you massages with comforting oils to make you feel better.

Jayce

Jayce gets worried when you skip meals. He'd make sure to cook meals and eat beside you to show you it's okay to eat.

"I know it's hard sometimes to love yourself. But I'm always here to remind you. Always."

Kisses every part of your body to get his point across.

Viktor

Viktor has very quiet but intentional love. He's not very showy but he'd trace parts of your body you're insecure of. He'd even kiss the parts from time to time and mumble his favourite things about them.

"You don't need to be more than you already are. I cherish you like this.""

He makes sure to write reminders for you every day before work

"Drink water, my love. I want you well."

(HELP IDK IF THE CUPCAKE THING WAS CRINGE IM SORRY IF IT WAS 😭😭😭)