#you make me laugh and i am comforted whenever i see you on my dash my notifs or my messages 😭🫶��

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

i really wanna, wanna, wanna just dance ♡

for @senor-hoberto 🌷| cr. 0613data

[mephisto-reporting]

Princess Treatment - LADS HCs

Premise: You spoil him rotten, giving him the true princess treatment whenever he least expects it. Based on this request. Pairing: reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus (Seperate) Note: Reader and the men are in a relationship. This is pure fluff and I wrote these as headcanons on how the MC would spoil the lads men.

XAVIER

Tying His Shoelaces: Xavier, perpetually lost in thought or too sleepy to notice, never realizes his shoelaces have come undone. You’ve taken it upon yourself to stop him mid-step, kneeling down without hesitation to tie them up for him. "Y-you don’t have to do that,” he murmurs, his ears tinged red as other hunters in the UNICORNS squad snicker or raise eyebrows. Despite his protests, he secretly loves the care and attention you give him. Sometimes, he’ll glance down at his laces before heading out, secretly hoping you’ll stop him again.

The Crumb Crisis: You’ve come to notice that Xavier is always getting crumbs on his face—whether it’s from a snack he didn’t realize he’d left out or a meal he’s rushed through. You’ve made it a habit to carry a handkerchief with you, and whenever you see those crumbs stuck to his cheek, you gently take the cloth and wipe them off. He’s always caught off guard, sometimes even stammering, "I'm fine, really!" but the quiet appreciation in his eyes is unmistakable.

Homecooked Comfort: After grueling missions, Xavier is too drained to do much beyond collapsing on his couch. And given his well-documented kitchen disasters—he once managed to burn soup—you’ve made it a point to spoil him with hearty, homecooked meals. From comforting stews to his favorite snacks, you make sure he’s well-fed and taken care of. The first time you did it, his sleepy eyes widened in surprise. “You… made this for me?” “Of course. You deserve it.” He savors every bite, and though he’s not great with words, the way he quietly finishes everything on his plate is thanks enough.

Fuck the machines: Claw machines are Xavier’s mortal enemy. You’ve watched him struggle time and again, his focus no match for the slippery claws, even when he uses his Evol. So, you’ve taken over as his claw machine champion. "Which one do you want this time?” you ask, cracking your knuckles as he hesitates before shyly pointing to a particularly adorable plush. You win it with ease, handing it to him with a triumphant grin. “For you, Your Highness.” He laughs softly, his rare smile lighting up his face. “You’re too good at this.”

Bedhead Boy: Xavier’s perpetually messy bedhead is endearing, but sometimes it’s just too much for you to resist smoothing down. With a quiet hum, you gently comb your fingers through his hair, fixing it without a second thought. “Hey…” he starts to protest, but he always lets you finish, his ears pink as you pat his head affectionately.

ZAYNE

Door Dash: Zayne’s disdain for hospital canteen food is no secret, and you’ve made it your mission to ensure he eats something wholesome during his grueling shifts. You send him meals carefully packed in insulated containers, often including his favorite dishes. Occasionally, you’ll slip in a small dessert, knowing his secret sweet tooth. He doesn’t say much when he gets them, but you’ve caught a glimpse of the faint smirk he wears when he opens the package. “You know I can survive on vending machine snacks, right?” he’d quip over the phone later, but the fact he finishes every bite says otherwise.

Sticky notes: Zayne isn’t the type to expect grand gestures, so you leave small, thoughtful surprises instead. A note tucked into his hospital coat pocket with a cheeky, “Don’t overwork yourself. I still need my heart surgeon around.” Or a sticky note on his dashboard that reads, “Drive safe, handsome.” Once, he found one in his mail that simply said, “Stop glaring at everyone, I know you’re secretly nice.” He pretends to be unfazed, rolling his eyes or muttering something sarcastic like, “Am I being stalked?” but he keeps every single one in a drawer at home.

Spoil me, rotten: Zayne’s wardrobe is filled with impeccably tailored long coats, a staple of his polished appearance. You’ve taken to buying him accessories like elegant brooches, leather gloves, or even scarves that perfectly complement his collection. He always protests when you present them, narrowing his eyes and saying, “You do know I can buy these myself, right?” But the next time you see him, he’s wearing the latest item with an almost imperceptible look of pride. You tease him about it, and he deadpans, “It’s just practical. Don’t overthink it.”

Doctor's Day Out: Knowing how chaotic Zayne’s schedule as a top surgeon can be, you take charge of planning the weekends so he doesn’t have to lift a finger. Whether it’s booking a cozy dinner reservation, arranging a quiet getaway, or even planning an at-home movie night, you ensure everything is set. “All you need to do is show up and look stunning,” you joke, and he raises an eyebrow. “Well, I’m halfway there already,” he retorts dryly, but the way he leans back and relaxes during those weekends tells you he’s more grateful than he lets on.

Massage therapist: Zayne’s hands are his lifeline, and after long, intricate surgeries, they’re often sore and strained. You’ve made it a habit to take his hands in yours and gently massage them, working out the tension in his fingers and wrists. He pretends to be indifferent at first but notices that your skills have improved. After all, you’d put in the effort to learn different techniques to aid him and his skilled hands. “I hope you’re not charging me for this.” He jokes. But as your thumbs press into the tight knots, his usual stoic demeanor falters. The sharp lines of stress around his eyes soften, and his shoulders, once hunched from exhaustion, slowly unwind.

RAFAYEL

After you: It’s no secret Rafayel enjoys being the center of your attention, and you’re more than happy to oblige. Wherever you are—be it a café, an art gallery, or even your own home—you always make it a point to open the door for him. Without fail, he pauses, waiting for you to complete the gesture. It’s not that he can’t do it himself, but he loves seeing that soft, proud smile on your face when you hold the door just for him. Of course, he’d never outright admit it. Instead, he’ll quip something bratty, like, “Took you long enough, Cutie” but the faint curve of his lips tells you he secretly adores it.

Color Splash: Rafayel’s world revolves around his art, and you’ve made it your mission to fuel his creativity. Whether it’s hunting down rare pigments, finding unconventional materials to create new textures, or gifting him innovative tools, you never miss an opportunity to surprise him. When he first discovers your thoughtful additions to his collection, he’s practically radiant, eyes gleaming with inspiration as he eagerly experiments. Of course, he’ll nonchalantly mutter, “I could’ve found this myself, you know,” but his excitement is undeniable, and you know you’ve made his day.

Cheater, Cheater: You pride yourself on your competitive streak, but when it comes to Kitty Cards with Rafayel, you can’t help but let him bend the rules. He catches on every time, glancing at you with a knowing smirk as he casually switches out cards while you pretend not to notice. He knows exactly what you’re doing but plays along with a sly grin. Winning always means he gets to name his prize, and without fail, it’s more time with you. “Your competitive streak is slipping, cutie,” he teases, already pulling you closer. “Guess you’ll just have to pay for it with another evening by my side.”

Passenger Princess: Whether it’s the car or your motorbike, Rafayel is always the passenger princess with you. He’s perfectly content letting you take the wheel, whether it’s navigating through traffic or cruising down open roads. He’ll sit back, casually tossing a playful comment your way, his relaxed demeanor making it clear he has no interest in taking control. But even more than that, he loves the attention you give him. He’ll rest his hand on your shoulder or his head against the seat, basking in the comfort of being close to you. It’s his way of enjoying the ride—and you��without the fuss.

Creative Clean up: Rafayel’s studio is a whirlwind of creativity, but it’s also a constant mess. Brushes, paints, papers, clothes—everything’s scattered around like a storm wrecked his living space. Coffee cups would double as pen holders, and brushes would be left lying around like they were an afterthought. But no matter how chaotic it became, you never complained. You’d roll up your sleeves and clean up every single time you visited him. He’d give you a cheeky grin, the same one he wore whenever he was being a brat, and say, “You know you don’t have to do this, right? I like my space just the way it is.” But he never stopped you, and in the moments when he didn’t look, his eyes would soften, and a hint of appreciation would slip through his normally playful mask. He knew you cared for him in a way that no one else did.

SYLUS

Product Placement: Sylus was used to getting what he wanted, whether it was luxury items or rare finds. He had his preferences, and he wasn’t one to settle for less. But when you made it your mission to keep his favorite, expensive brands stocked in your home—whether it was gourmet food, skincare products, or niche equipment—it didn’t go unnoticed. The first time you did this, Sylus had been caught off guard. He’d teased you, of course. “I don’t need you to be my personal store, kitten. I’ve got everything I need.” But when he came over and found everything perfectly laid out just the way he liked it, the teasing turned into a more meaningful smile. He would let you spoil him just enough to acknowledge your effort, but never enough to let you feel like you were getting the upper hand. That was the Sylus way.

Rare Rhythms:  Sylus’ love for rare records was well-known, and so was the fact that he had an extensive collection of limited-edition vinyl. But you didn’t mind diving into the world of obscure, indie artists just to get him something new for his collection. It wasn’t easy, though. It took long hours of scouring flea markets, searching online auction houses, and talking to music enthusiasts who knew more than a thing or two about underground talent. It was often a challenge, but for you, it was worth every second. Sylus didn’t say much, but you could tell by the way he listened to every single one of them, that he was genuinely impressed. "They’ve got potential," he'd said, before you knew it, that same artist was suspiciously rising in popularity, and you’d smile every time Sylus mentioned them. “You really know how to find a diamond in the rough, don’t you, sweetie?”

Spoiled Stubborn: Sylus was always the one taking the lead, always the one orchestrating the grand gestures. Spoiling him? Not so easy. He didn’t make it easy for anyone to do that. He would never outright refuse, but it was clear that when you tried, he preferred to return the favor rather than let you take charge. But you were stubborn—probably even more so than he was. You wanted him to be spoiled just as much. You wanted him to experience the kind of care he gave to everyone else, and you had just the way to do it: Planning dates where he couldn’t take over. Once it was picnic in the woods. You went all out—your best blankets, his favorite snacks, wine you knew he’d like—and most importantly, you took care of every detail so that he couldn’t take charge. The other time, it was a movie night at your place where everything was set: Popcorn, soda, the projector and candy. “You’re stubborn, you know that?” he remarked softly, but there was affection behind his words. "I want spoil you... but you’ve managed to spoil me instead." You smiled, the warmth in your chest spreading, knowing that in these small moment, you had made him feel cared for—something he usually avoided letting others do.

Sylus’ Salon: Sylus had always been a little gruff, his rugged demeanor giving off the impression of someone who was clinical and composed. But you knew him better than that. One of those moments was when you washed and dried his hair. He’d never asked for it, but you’d begun doing it without thinking. Maybe it was the way his silver hair shimmered under the water, or maybe it was the way he looked so disarmed when he let his guard down, letting you comb through his hair with graceful  fingers. You’d always notice how his breath would deepen, how his eyes would close just a little longer than necessary. "I know you like doing this," he’d say, the faintest hint of a grin playing on his lips. "But you’re making it hard for me to act all tough with you fussing over me like this." You’d laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before continuing to dry his hair. It was an act of tenderness, a side of him that no one got to see.

Touch Starved: Sometimes, it wasn’t the grand gestures that mattered. It was the little touches. —a soft brush of your hand against his cheek or the fleeting warmth of your fingers tracing his jaw—he couldn’t help but pause. He’d find himself rewinding moments of you brushing his hair out of his face, or simply wrapping your arms around him when he least expected it. He’d tense, but only for a moment, before letting the warmth of your embrace dissolve his guarded exterior. “It seems like a certain kitten cannot keep her hands to herself.” Sylus would tease, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as you snuck in another kiss, letting him know that you’d spoil him with your touches and kisses, even if he won’t admit it loudly.

AN: reblogs, feedback and opinions are appreciated!

[honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s]

"Enemies" to lovers with Matt | Aching |

thank you so much @fl3wers for the request!! sorry it took so long my love, college was on my ass 😭

warnings: all lowercase, angsty with a dash of fluff, slow-burn/pining

word count: 1.2k

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he was just annoying. not necessarily mean or cruel. and you didn't hate him but he was so gorgeous and so unavailable that you didn't know whether to jump his bones or smack him. not that you'd do either of course. he's nicks brother.

you knew that matt was an anxious person, quiet at times too. maybe you freaked him out with how you talked nonstop whenever you got passionate about things, and maybe the way you always forgot where you put things made him impatient, and maybe the fact that you still talked to him even though you drove him crazy just pushed him into hating you more.

“why are you still here, don't you have a home to go back to?” matt asked, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his hands gripping the door frame above his head as he tilted his head like an inquisitive puppy.

“why? you sick of me already sunshine?” you teased, poking his ribs as you rolled your eyes, brushing past him to grab your keys.

“hey! where are you going?” he asked immediately, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist to pull you back to him. you immediately pulled his arm away from you, ignoring your heart pounding from his simple touch.

“you just asked me to leave dipshit.” you teased, looking at him with a dead stare, your arms crossed. he rolled his eyes at you but you cut him off before he could protest.

“I'm going home” you replied matter-of-factly, his eyes bore into yours before they moved to scan your face. you could've sworn they lingered on your lips for a moment but why would they? omfg focus.

“its past two am.” he stated.

“well done, you can tell the time bernard.”

he rolled his eyes at you, his jaw clenching. fuck why did have to look like that. you turned away from him, moving to grab your jacket but matt stepped in front of you, your head crashing into him. you shove him gently, his hands wrapping around your wrists in annoyance.

“I'm not letting you go home this late, it's too dangerous” he shook his head, a light blush dusting his cheeks, “nick would never forgive me if anything happened to you” he muttered, “stop being stubborn and accept me actually being nice to you for once”

you blushed, looking down at your feet. you hated that he was right, and you hated that he was being nice and you hated his beautiful face.

“fine” you spit out, like the word was on fire in your mouth.

“you can stay in my bed.” he said like it was obvious, letting your wrists go before swiping your keys from the counter and walking away, leaving you standing in the kitchen.

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you ignored his instruction, walking to nicks room instead to ask if you could stay with him. you opened the door, sighing as you see chris's head above the covers with nick snoring beside him. fuck chris and never sleeping in his own bed.

you sighed, closing the door and preparing your stuff to sleep on the sofa but to your surprise, you find matt laying on the sofa, his head resting on his arm as he scrolled through his phone.

“go to your bed matt” you sighed, hitting him on the head with a spare pillow. he laughed at your attack, throwing a cushion back at you.

“see this is why I'm not nice to you, you're never grateful” he smirked, “I told you to take my bed, I'm okay here.”

“you can't tell me what to do bernard” his jaw clenched at the nickname, his eyes closing in frustration.

“fine.” he groaned.

he got up, moving his stuff from the sofa. you hopped on the sofa the second he got off and started making yourself comfortable when you noticed matt do the same on the floor beside you.

“matt what the fuck, go to bed” you laughed. he ignored you, placing down his pillow (and stuffed animal) and getting comfortable.

“you're not the only one who can be stubborn” he smirked, looking up at you smugly as he pulled his blanket around his shoulders.

“youre ridiculous” you rolled your eyes but your cheeks gave you away. you laid back down so he could no longer see your blushing cheeks. you longed to see his face as he continued his teasing but didn’t trust yourself to not kiss him to shut him up.

“youre the one who passed up my gracious offer.” he teased.

“and you're the one who'd rather sleep on the floor than his own bed just to spite me” you teased back, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. there were a couple beats of silence before matt spoke again.

“it's not to spite you”

“what's it for then?” you asked shyly, turning on your side so you were facing towards him, despite still not being able to see his face, just the tips of his hair.

“I don't want to be alone” he whispered.

you quietened, looking down at him shyly.

“you must be pretty lonely if you'd rather have me for company than be alone”

“shut up” he laughed, throwing a pillow at you as you keel over, holding your tummy in laughter.

you both continued your conversation into the night, laughing and joking like you were childhood best friends. it almost felt like a sin, a secret crime committed by your forbidden friendship. you left behind your roles as rivals and simply existed in dumb jokes and embarrassing stories and fond memories.

the night made him softer and it made it harder for you to pretend to hate him. you wished that you were next to him, that you were in his bed with him and that you could hold his hand and play with his hair. you hated how he made you feel like a dumb child with a crush, craving domesticity.

you listened to him tell you about a hockey game where he ended up being sent off (again), his voice lulling you to sleep. everything in you ached for him, you craved closeness and sleepily you reached down for him.

matt noticed your outstretched arm hanging off the sofa. he reached to hold your hand, his heart aching for you close to him but stopped himself, blush rising on his cheeks.

you couldn't have possibly been reaching for him because this wasn't a movie where the boy ends up with his brothers best friend. he turned over, silently cursing himself for starting a dumb rivalry with you instead of kissing you when he got the chance. and so he fell asleep wishing that you had taken his bed so he could've laid with you instead of regretting his choices.

when you woke up, his stuff was gone and you realised he went back to his bed at some point during the night. you sighed, thinking that maybe you two were finally going to drop the facade. that maybe you were what he wanted and not the dumb fights. and so you stared up at the ceiling and wondered if your late night talk was all in your dreams when you should have been waking up with him instead.

THANK YOU FOR READING FEEL FREE TO REBLOG AND COMMENT YEAH THANK YOUUU

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

I hope this doesn't come across as weird or anything but every time you show up on my dash it makes me so very happy, something about the way you carry yourself just exudes a soft, comfortable joy that really makes my day brighter, kinda similar to when you see strangers just existing and laughing about inside jokes you'll never really know the context of, still, the joy is there, hope u keep being u stranger :') <3<3<3

-a random follower

ANON THIS IS ONE OF THE SWEETEST MESSAGES I HAVE EVER GOTTEN?? HELLO?? MY HEART.

This doesn’t come across as weird at all oh my goodness 🥺 This… like. This really genuinely is one of the darned sweetest & kindest messages I’ve ever gotten. Thank you so so much I can’t!! I’m smiling at the screen right now :’D

I want to print out this ask and tuck it away into a safe little box where I can open it & read it & smile at it whenever I want to. Just… AAAAAAA!!! ANON!!! YOU ARE SO KIND!!! This is such a thoughtful & Kind message and it means the world to me. I really genuinely want to print this out.

Thank you so, so much for sending me this :’)) <333333 I’m afraid that words cannot express how touched I am right now, but please know that I will be Thinking about this ask for quite a while. I hope you have such a wonderful day/night <3

[nashdoesstuff]

i would’ve made this post earlier but. i forgot 😭

so, it’s 2025! i don’t really know what to do for any sort of resolutions, but i just wanted to say thank you to some people for 2024:

to @denieatsart,

thank you for being such an awesome friend. thank you for listening to me when i wanted to talk about my silly stories or about my problems or just to casually chat. thank you for helping me create and develop my ocs. thank you for creating such amazing and fun characters. thank you for trying your best to cheer me up when i had my lows. thank you for being the reason rêve and crest exist. thank you for introducing me to inkmare. thank you for just existing to be honest, you’re such an awesome friend and i wouldn’t trade the world for our friendship 🫶

to @justanidiotartist,

thank you for being you. thank you for helping me feel more comfortable in my selfshipping choices. thank you for giving me so many laughs. thank you for being such a fantastic artist and frankly supportive friend. i’m so grateful to have you as a mutual and even more grateful to have you as a friend.

to @analexthatexists,

thank you for creating so many amazing stories and characters. thank you for sharing your characters, for being interested in my own, for overall just being so passionate about your creative side and allowing me to share mine. i’m so lucky to have met you this year, truly! i can’t wait to see you on my dash again in 2025 🫶

to @funtime918,

thank you for roleplaying with me for the past two months. thank you for trying your hardest to ensure my happiness, for going the extra mile for me. thank you for persevering through whatever life tosses at you. thank you for making me laugh. thank you for enjoying my stories so much to the point where i’ve gotten sentimental. thank you so much for sharing media with me that i wouldn’t have found otherwise. here’s to the next all nighter, to the next roleplay, to even more lore drops and even more new plot points. i’m so grateful to have you as a friend /gen!!

to @psycho-chair,

i’m so happy to have you as a friend, too. i’m grateful for the hours the kross mutuals have spent on pony town, on ashes town, just hanging out and having fun. i’m grateful for you and geddon introducing me to pony town in the first place— it’s been a blast, and i’m so happy that i had the chance to meet you. thank you for persevering through your last year of high school. thank you for doing that in college. thank you for being here. every time you enter a space, you make every conversation, every interaction, immediately brighter. and i’m so glad to be in these spaces whenever i can.

to @t0ydoesstuff,

YOU!!!!! STINKY!!!!!! thank you for being such an awesome friend, too. for creating, for trying to cheer me up, for laughing with me, for making school so much more enjoyable, for going through the hell that was last school year, for overall just being so fantastic to the point where i wonder how you make art that’s so beautiful and wonderful. thanks for listening to my rambles, matching my freak [/silly] and introducing me to tally hall and will wood and the beatles. thanks for just existing, too. i’m so grateful for you and i hope we can be friends for as long as possible 🫶

to @starswirly,

i’m so glad to be your mutual, as well. thank you for sharing your stories with me, for doodling on the magmas with me, deni, and funtime, for helping me and the others create the apocalypse au, for roleplaying with our sillies even when things were difficult for me in life, for drawing vou during artfight [i am SO ill about that drawing btw <3], and for just being awesome all around with such fun characters.

to @unknownarmageddon,

thank you for being the Kross Guy. thank you for making me even more normal about kross. thank you for being the first person i friended on pony town. thank you for introducing me to ashes town. thank you for writing sirius. thank you for hanging out on pony town with all of the kross mutuals. just thanks for being such an awesome person!!!! never stop being awesome, geddon. ✨

to @sunnemona,

i know we don’t talk much, but seeing your positivity on my feed makes my bad days immensely better. so thanks for being bright, for always having such amazing ideas, for creating the apuldor psalter, for checking in on me during that Eventful Day, for overall just being such a kind individual, even with all of the toxic things thrown at you and your friends from the fandom. your positivity does make an impact on me, and every time i see you on my dash, i’m reminded to be kind to someone. on the street, in class, in my family, whenever. so thank you so much for being my mutual, and i hope we’ll have more chances to talk in 2025. 🫶

to @consumeroflemoans,

i know we don’t talk much anymore either, and even though this happened last year, thank you for helping me create the utmv roleplay server. thank you for introducing me to kross. thanks for making me laugh whenever i see you on my dash. thank you for being so lovely to be around, to talk to, to laugh with, to be friends with. and no matter where you end up or whichever fandom you end up in, you’re always going to make the space you find yourself in brighter and so much better than it was without you being there.

and to anyone i missed, to my other mutuals, to my followers, thanks for sticking around. for being here with me as i mark my second year on this hellsite. you’ve made it better than me 5 years ago could have possibly imagined, and i hope we’re here for however much longer we all have. hugging all of you!!!!! rahh!!!!!!!!

have a lovely 2025, y’all. enjoy it, make resolutions, get silly, be cringe, just have fun. okay? have fun. i love you all 🫶✨❤️ /p

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Can I please request Ivy, Goldmary, and Alear(because I always have to include Pepsi chan in my requests, you write her too well) with a faceless changeling S/O who's love language is turning into the character?

Like they love them so much, they feel the most comfortable as them. I think that'd be neat

(FE: Engage) Ivy, Goldmary, and Alear with a shapeshifting S/O

NGL I'd be freaked tf OUT if I saw that. And thank you for the kind words about Alear! When it comes to Fire Emblem characters, I feel obligated to make sure they're in-character as possible. It'd be an insult to my love for the series to do any less.

Ivy was startled when S/O first changed shapes right in front of her.

Truth be told, she felt she should be a little less surprised, considering what was in this world already. Gods, heroes from another world, magic.

Yet here she was, shocked by the fact there was a shapeshifter.

Ivy didn't mind S/O being a changeling, though she was curious as to what they looked like naturally.

What she did mind was the fact another Ivy was next to her as they were cuddling.

(Ivy) "...S/O."

(Ivy?) "Yes?"

(Ivy) "I...I understand that you're comfortable with me, to the point you are me...Um...How do I put this?"

The fact the other Ivy was tilting their head so curiously, something she would never do was throwing her completely off.

(Ivy) "It's strange. As if I'm staring into a mirror that is not mimicking my own actions."

(Ivy?) "Sorry, I can change if you wa-"

(Ivy) "No, please. I am quite flattered that you even want to turn into me it's...please keep this between us. I do not need Somniel screaming in terror from a second me."

(Ivy?) "Ha, alright."

She didn't mention it, but she also felt quite self conscious.

Was her chest that big...?

(Goldmary) "Why, it's no shock that you decided to transform into perfection!"

The other Goldmary began pouting.

(Goldmary?) "That is not why I changed into you, Goldmary..."

It was honestly a bit jarring for her doppleganger to sound exactly like her, but have their manner of speech to be completely off.

(Goldmary) "Who can blame you? I am quite beautiful!"

Goldmary becomes extremely happy whenever S/O transforms into her. Imitation is the greatest sign of flattery, after all!

And she had no idea she was so comfortable to snuggle into!

And so beautiful when she was smiling too!

Author's note: I can only write Goldmary admiring herself before an ego singularity forms and swallows this post whole, this whole bit goes on for a while, you get the idea.

(Alear) "Huh...that's what I look like?"

(Alear?) "Beautiful? Yes, yes you do look like that!"

Alear giggled sheepishly, her hand covering her mouth.

(Alear) "It's a little weird, hearing my own voice say that. But...thank you. Are you sure you're alright with this though?"

(Alear?) "Of course! I choose who I transform into, and I chose you for a reason!"

The other Alear gave her a peck on the cheek. While the gesture was quite affectionate and made her heart flutter, it was still really weird.

(Alear) "Thanks, it means a lot to me, and to you I'm sure. Someday, I want to see your true form, you know. That's who I love the most, after all."

The other Alear now shared her same blushing smile.

(Alear?) "Hah, you're such a smoothtalker...!"

Marth materialized next to the real Alear, eyeing the situation currently unfolding.

(Marth) "Wow, this is a confusing sight."

(Alear?) "You know who the real one is, right Marth?"

(Marth) "Yes, but it's like I'm seeing Alear speak into the mirror. Thank goodness she isn't actually like this by herself..."

(Alear) "Hah, I couldn't imagine...I am quite dashing though, don't you think me?"

(Alear?) "Why yes, yes you are!"

Marth playfully rolled his eyes as he disappeared, both Alear's laughing at their antics.

(Alear) "Oh! This should go without saying, but don't let Vander, Framme, or Clanne see us like this. I think they'd begin frothing at the mouth if they saw two of me."

(Alear?) "...Oh gods, I didn't even think of that. Where do we even go? People would be confused if they saw two Divine Dragons!"

(Alear) "...Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

[zahraaziza]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

as crazy as it sounds, after two months of running this blog i am approaching the 1k follower mark. i wanna thank each and every one of my lovely followers, readers and anon babies for loving, supporting my work as well as taking the time to interact with me and read each silly little post of mine!!

but i cannot forget about my beautiful mutuals, who never miss to put a smile on my face whenever i either see you on my dash, inbox or notifications altogether!! without you guys i wouldn't have found footing in this community.

you guys make my little heart flutter each and every single day, made me laugh and always made me feel comfortable and safe here. i am beyond happy to have found my sisters/ siblings and besties in you all.

i applaud and admire you all for continuously contributing to this part of tumblr with your amazing work, joy and positivity even if raggedy ahh hoes try to diminish that sometimes. much much much love to you lovely little people on my phone. i am always just one text message away, don't ever forget that!! <3

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @scarstarlet @millersaurora @anchoeritic @ellabsprincess @seraqhites @cowgirlcherrie @abbyskitty @destielcore @elliessknife @dropsofs4turn @milllersfae @cherriesxinthespring @dixonsdolls @porcelainbambi @angvlita @chaotic-mystery @kissesskittens @fxiryverse @elliesbelle @starologist @kokomos @xioriae @machetegirl109 @abbys-wife @lightpinkprincess444 @hazywazysmind @winfleurs @elliephobic @stardustmunson @lias-writings @lonelyfooryouonly @ellieshrts @beforeimdeceased @princesspookieforevs @doepretty @spaceshipellie @abbysdolly @enforcermoss @joelsversion @angelanderson @hehatesmati

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[unriding]

ZEVIE MY LOVE ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

First of all I wanted to just come in here and say how happy I am to have met you this year (ಡ‸ಡ)❤︎︎

You have been such a kind, warm, and amazing presence to have around and I always look forward to anytime I see you on my dash. Whether it’s your amazing writing or the little cute daily posts you make (they keep me goin fr). So I just wanted to wish you an early happy new year and I look forward to seeing all the amazing things you’ll do and achieve in 2025, my love! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

ALSO ALSO are you and Moze sharing a new years kiss when the ball drops? If so I wanna know all the details, does he know about this tradition? I imagine he’d be so cute about it with you 🐦‍⬛💖

DEAREST SAM !!!!! oh please do not make me cry /pos you are so kind i really will start shedding tears ( blinks in a very fast way ) … i am overjoyed to hear you enjoy the random posting !! T T and of course, i have some words for you as well sam …. >:)

for starters, you are literally sunshine in human form!! i think … most people have characters they would consider their ‘comfort character,’ and whenever they have a rough day,, just seeing mentioned character is enough to brighten it a bit. i think you are exactly that — to me and many others!! you!! are such a comfort. your presence is such a comfort. it makes me so soft to the point where i’m literally smiling to myself and my heart is doing a little flutter typing this because i love you so dearly!! i truly wish the very best for you in this upcoming year :> you deserve it !!! you deserve the same love and comfort that you so regularly give to others 🤍

i may actually combust at this thought sam … i don’t think he would be familiar with the tradition, but at the same time — i’m certain somebody would tell him ^^; and he would do a “evie. i’ve heard that …” and then i will of course be like “oh!! i’ve heard that too!!! and it’s supposed to be super good luck — ” to which he will say something along the lines of “we don’t need something as fickle as luck.” TO WHICH . WE ? i think this would be the end of evie. i don’t think i would even nervous laugh here … there is like a nervous threshold and this is well over my capacity /pos i think i would be like ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) !!!!! anyways —

[kyeomyun]

It's Time For Me To Go...

pairings: child!san x child!reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff if you squint, HEAVY ANGST, thriller/horror sorta, also comfort if you squint REALLY hard

warnings: major character death (sorry), mentions of sharp objects and being in a hospital, a patient with cancer, i think that's it ;-;

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: you were lonely, he was lonely, nothing could go possibly wrong for San wanting to make a new friend during his small hospital stay, right?

::note: this was inspired from the YouTuber "Snarled" so.. yeah :))

:::note: this is a rewrite of my favorite pieces I once had on insta so... i hope you enjoy it <3

Choi San.

The last few words he heard from his mother continue to rang through his ears. A new kind of tinnitus as the words did not stop clogging his ear drums. Even when they became so tired of the constant voice.

"You're staying here for just a few days, love. I will be back after my job, ok?"

Choi San.

The boy that blames his mom. Not because of what happened. But because she left him here for too long... A little too long. Long enough to leave him to experience at first-hand what he had to withhold.

But I am getting ahead of myself.

Choi San simply just a child with such a pure and sweet heart. Such a gentleman at such a young age.

Choi San, only 7 years old, was laying on a hospital bed wearing a blue gown.

At such the fresh years of 7, it was not a major cause for him to be spending countless nights in a room that smelt like almost every element that was on the periodic table. The bed was stiff; surely stiff enough to straighten his back quite a bit. One less thing he needs to work on in the future, huh? Guessing his mom leaving him in this hell wasn't THAT bad..

The reason he even ended up with stickers with attached wire sticking to his upper body was simply because his mother grew worried of San at night.

At night where the sun would rest for hours, he would be as well. Well... until he wasn't. The sudden lack of exchange of carbon dioxide and oxygen making him jolt awake with a rapid pounding against his ribcage, heaving until his breathing became even just like before he closed his eyes. Like before he arrived home after dashing around the park, his laughs being high-pitched.

"Sleep apnea," the doctor predicted just a few weeks before San went to his sleep studies to see if this so called "Sleep apnea" was the imposter of his sleepless evenings. The cause of the eyebags that the children at his table would sometimes gawk at but he wouldn't care or pay no mind. Just simply blink lazily at the video that talked about the various costs of coins and colorful papers his mom would exchange for the seaweed soup he would slurp down on his birthdays..

Now, day 4 of his sleep studies passes on. The monitors that latch onto his body growing quite irritating to his honey-like skin, leaving angry red marks that signs irritation.

But even though his skin felt as if fire ants munched onto it until they got their fill,  there was always one pondering thought that restlessly jogged San's mind.

Who was the person behind those curtains?

You see, San laid in a room full of other children as well. but there is one secluded space where the curtains would be drawn opened and he would see.. a child.

The child would just lay there, playing with their small fingers and would sometimes return back San curious gaze and stare whenever they senses his eyes.

But most of the time, they would just watch the other kids play around.

Today was nothing out of the norm, but today was the day where San would let this jogging question rush out of his mouth and into the wilderness. He needed to know or else his nights would not be disrupted by just his respiratory struggles.

"Ms.Park?" started the boy. His voice almost small like his figure that has now left his body dent in the hospital tough mattress.

He waited for her small hum before he continued on. "Who are they and why do your eyes always seem red after you leave their room?" his finger darted towards the window which the girl was clearly seen, fingers nipping the skin a bit.

Forgot to add, yes, San did take note of the puffy skin below the nurses moist eyes. Eyes heavily irritated by the stinging of salty tears that she prevented to leave any further than the tip of her cheekbones.

"Ah..." she sighed. the dreadful tone made San turn towards her. "That's y/n. They have been here for a while." She responded back to the curious young boy. But this sparked something in San.

"Can I go play with them? They must be lonely.." Ms.Park cracked a gentle smile, allowing San to boost up on his feet and make his way towards the small room where heart monitors beeped and many sharp tools were kept put away.

"Hello!" San beamed right after he stepped foot into your room.

Your eyes lit up. As if you didn't have that contact that you longed for since... forever. That longing being in arms distance now made your heart glow gold to actually talk to someone who.. seemed about your age at least.

For the past 4 months, you have only responded with short "yes" or "no" and majority of the time, the topic at hand was just not something a 1st grader like you would not even ponder about.  It's not like you were prohibited to make contact with anyone. Children that often judge before action just never thought to strike a date for playing with dolls or simply just exchanging names and interests.

You would sometimes give the kids a small wave but they would never wave back.

So having someone here willingly was almost like the dream you wanted for the past months.

"Hi.." you responded back in almost a whisper. San stepped even closer to you, his dimpled smile making you beam. He didn't seem.. judging.. of you like the other kids.

The other kids would always look at you as if you were some kind of alien. Maybe because of the loss of hair? Maybe because you were the only one in a room by yourself? Maybe because of the clear breathing monitor that was plunged into your nose? But other children had that machine to and was still accepted. You never knew.

"Do you want to play with me?" The small boy quired you and you didn't waste anytime agreeing to the offer.

Playing means talking.

Playing means friends.

You missed having friends.

You liked having friends.

Afterall, this is what you craved for.

San cheered, his smiled only getting bigger. If that was even possible. His eyes turned into crescents as he quickly ran out.

You were confused. But before you could overthink this situation, san ran back in with an adorable stuffed animal.

"This is Shiber!" The dimpled boy exclaimed, placing  the stuffed animal next to you. "Shiber is now your friend too!"

You smiled. This is the most happiness you ever felt.

As for San, this day marks where his childhood began to go downhill. The day where his gut wants him to push away his mother as if she was some kind of acid just waiting to soak into his skin and kill his many organs.

As days went by, San would always come in and talk to you. Stories about his school, where he met his best friend he calls Wooyoung. You would sit and listen, slowly opening up to him yourself. Even on some nights, he would sneak into your room and just snuggle next to you.

There was once instance, the moonlight creeping through the large window pane that stood high and gave the therapeutic view of grass that swayed along with the spinning dandelions that begged for attention from the world.

San was up, debating if he should risk his mother being alerted by Ms.Park but it was only one time. One time would not hurt that much. Plus, being a little rebellious was the trend nowadays so... just one time. To join the trend.

He was quick to rip off the monitors. Small hisses and whimpers escaping his chapped lips. He made sure to massage the red marks, calming down the irritated skin for it can stop punishing him for his half-hearted actions.

Then he was off to your room.

You were drifted off as well. Your room was still and collected, just like your figure that slowly rose and fell with slow breaths.

San was careful. Extremely careful not to tip over the rolling desk that held scaples, scissors, and many more sharp potential weapons that will cause a commotion within just seconds of clanging down onto the solid ground.

This was the moment San knew his attachment on you was special. As if his phone cable finally found the perfect angle to fill his phone with juice.

The moment San replaced Shiber with you in his arms and slipping Shiber between yours.

If only his mother came to discharge him just a bit earlier, this bond with you would have never existed.

Day 6, it was bedtime for all the children. As San was asleep, he was soon awoken by a small hand shaking him slightly.

He glanced up and saw.. you. You stared down at him.

"Y/n? What are you doing?"

"I need you to come with me. It's scary."

Of course, San body was still in rest mode. His body still felt light and heavy at the same time. As if a weightless brick used all its force to shove him down. But it surely didn't take long for him to notice that.. the rest of the kids were gone. Him and you the only kids present in the room.

San was pure hearted. So anything you would ask him, he would go along with it. Even with this strange request so late in the night.

So San got up on his feet and unconsciously grabbed your hand. You then dragged him with you, down until you reached the hospital halls.

The halls were... empty. No one was around.

Usually the halls will have doctors monitoring or even some with their bags, ready to leave for the night. Or even security guards to watch for the night and do their hourly hallway sweep to make sure what you and San was doing never happens.  But it was quiet and... unsettling.

To add on to the strangeness, the clocks were all stuck at 9:09 pm.

You began to walk down the long hallway, not looking back at the boy you were currently dragging along with you. But San was just utterly confused.

It was when you halted, the boy almost running into you head on but was quick enough to hit his brakes as well, his feet screeching the floor. Glancing up, the two doors where patients come and go awaited you both.

"It's time for me to go.." Your voice was almost as dark as the hospital. But not menacingly. The dark that has locked up memories just waiting to be upheld and clouds that are ready to break before the thunders clash.

San just tilted his head, you soon turning around and facing him.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just.. time for me to go. Is it time for you to go? Did he tell you?"

"W-What are you talking about? I can just come with you!"

You shook your head. That made san smile slightly falter. His heart almost dropping. He already attached himself to you within these past few days so even hearing that you will leave the hospital so soon almost made him tear up.

"No. It's not your turn. You have to wait for your turn." you spoke.

"Will it be my turn when you come back?"

You shook your head once again, tears starting to form but just like Ms.Park, you never let them spill.

"You have to go back now."

"We are.. still going to play together tomorrow right? Shiber misses you.."

You shrugged. simply just responding back.

"Go back. Now."

San turned back, the halls seeming.. more.. dark. Darker than before. But as he turned back around, you were no where to be found.

No footsteps signaled when you began to strut towards the large doors or even the shallow sound of when the doors slowly closed.

But San was getting creeped out with the darkness of the empty hospital and quickly made his way back to the room where children were supposed to be.

Then again, he glanced back at the clock. The time now on 9:10 pm.

He didn't waste anytime and laid down in bed, soon drifting off to sleep again.

The morning came and.. the kids were back. everyone was back. He blinked a couple times but it didn't take him long to notice that your curtains were now closed.

Confused, he began to tip toe over. He heard someone.. crying. but it wasn't Ms.Park as he expected.

It was another female.

"They died at 9:10 pm last night. I am so sorry.."

San was.. Shocked. Lost. Heartbroken when the realization and your words from last night sunk in.

"It's time for me to go." He recalled.

And the time. 9:10. when you suddenly disappeared from his sight.  The last time he would ever see you again.

As he walked back to his bed slugging slightly, he grabbed ahold of shiber, tears falling from his face.

"I guess.. they can't play with us no more, shiber.."

Now... it's not completely his mom fault. She didn't know you nor would she have even tooken notice of you.

But the moment you left...

Part of him left as well.

I guess you will forever have a part of him. A part that will never come back.

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tagging: @star1117-archives @dreamyyeosang @trblsvt @m4rsluv @luvhyun3

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEY MICKEY IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY??? HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY AMAZING DAY!!!!

i havent been following you for long but you’re such an amazing person - always so sweet n happy 🥹and its so nice and so so fun to see you on dash <333 whenever you’re not on, it always feels a little more empty and this turned into a love letter bUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!!!!

in light of this, i want to ask,, how do your favs spend your bday with you? who’s interested in a homely celebration? who wants to dress you up and take you out? and the million dollar question; is satoru eating the cake before you even blow out the candles? Its free reign for you to choose which selfships.. although i would love to hear about all of them.

ILY MICKEYYYY!!!!!!! <333333333

SCAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SQUEEZING YOU SO FUCKING HARD RN FEEL MY LOVE FEEL MY LOVE FEEL MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING SO HORRIBLY LATE I PROMISE YOU THAT I DID SEE THIS MESSAGE ON THE RIGHT DAY TOO AND IT MADE ME SO FUCKING HAPPY. IT'S STILL MAKING ME VERY HAPPY I'M GENUINELY JUST SOO SO FUCKING GRATEFUL TO HAVE YOU HERE I'M SO HAPPY THAT WE'VE MET<333333333333 THANK YOU SOOO SO SO MUCH FOR ALWAYS BEING SO KIND TO ME AND THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME:(((((((((((((( I ADORE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH ILYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK SO SINCE ARI ALSO ASKED ABT SELFSHIPS I'M GONNA DIVIDE THEM A LITTLE HEHEHHE WAHHH I LOVE YOU DARLINGS SO MUCH. SOOOOOOOOOOOO SO SO . i was thinking abt me and dazai and chuuya.... ohh they'd be so fucking adorable scar i love them sm:((((((((((((( dazai would wake me up by just peppering my face and just the whole body with kisses and then chuuya would try to fend him off a little, telling him to leave me alone . all for him to just take his place on top of me instead😭😭😭 they really are just two little cats omfgg... anyway they just shower me with hugs and kisses (they're both ridiculously clingy) and while dazai did want to cook breakfast we actually end up going to my favourite little cafe!!!!!!!!!!!!!! btw i need to mention that i think he'd a very good cook and i hate that. i wish he was worse . we only go there just bc they know that i love the pancakes there and that i love going on morning walks with them<333333333333 i'm always in the middle and we always have to hold each other in some way or another . sometimes i rest my head on dazai's shoulder and sometimes i just glue myself to chuuya's side fuck off i really do love them so fucking much i feel so soft:((((((((((((((( anyway overall we have a quiet bday i'm not one for big bday parties although i do like the idea of kunikida dropping by at one point to wish me a happy bday and give me a little gift but it's so funny bc he doesn't want to overstay his welcome but then dazai's already dragging him in and then we just have a nice little dinner at our place hehehehehhe

i think oikawa would be the one that would plan just a cute little bday party and by that i mean just the seijoh4 boys yk? and it's just another small get together at one of their places,, they decorate it with litle balloons and shit it's very cute😭😭😭😭we just order some good pizza and then play boardgames all night and it's more than enough for me:((((((((((( i get to sit on oikawa's lap, laughing into the crook of his neck while mattsun and makki play wii just dance lmao

OKAY AND SATORU MY BABYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! definitely does order a big fancy cake but the most he'll do is to swipe his finger through the icing and then boop my nose aaand then kiss it off he's so sickeningly sweet i'm gonna explode . oh and the get together he plans is similar to oikawa's little party aka we just go to shoko's place!!!!!!!!!! but the little thing he adds to make it all even more fun is that he asks everybody to dress up really really nicely. like proper fucking suits and fancy dresses bc he knows i like to dress up sometimes but i don't.. actually feel that comfortable going outside like that lmao so we just end up sitting there in her living room, me and satoru and shoko and suguru, all in our fanciest outfits while laughing our asses off it's literally so fucking lovely and fun and i am so grateful for all of them:((((((((((((((((((((( satoru keeps staring at me btw . i think he might be a bit lovesick. (i am not any better he's so good to me:((((((()

[skriblee-ksk]

first off. THANK U TO EVERYONE THAT MENTIONED ME🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💥 because first off i’m going to cry and second RIGHT BACK AT YOU???

@lumdays OK THAT WAS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE?? UR ART IS SO LOVELY TOO THO every day i look at the kiyuu art u made and shed tears AND THATS SO NICE TO SAY ABT ME??? UR SOSO COOL TO ME AND UR TAGS ALWAYS MAKE ME LAUGH literally all i wish is to see u on my dash more i always be missing notifs wtf. AND IM SOSO HAPPY U LIKE KIYUU SO MUCH!!!! COME OVER TO TALK WHENEVER U WANT TO MOOTIE ILYT 🫶🙏

@natsukishinomiyaswife i feel like i’ve said everything already but once again SWEETEST MOOT EVER?? THE BEST WRITER IN MY BOOK NOT EVEN KIDDING??? u can do it all fluff or angst. all sides of the spectrum. YOU’RE LIKE ALL AROUND A GREAT PERSON AND A GREAT WRITER HOW. once again, i wish for only good things in your future.

@cheerleaderman LITERALLY HOW ARE U SO ACTIVE????? FIRST OFF ITS HONESTLY AMAZING AND SECOND OFF I LOVE UR WORKS AND 3RD OFF YOU ALWAYS CREATE SUCH GOOD CONTENT WHETHER IT BE OCS OR TWST OR GIFTS OR ETC. ty for ur hard work and your immaculate designs and everything. I HOPE TO CONTINUE SEEING YOU ON MY DASH. FOREVER 😈

@scint1llat3 I have a lot to say abt u but idk how to put it into like. words. TY FOR UR CONSTANT SUPPORT!!! in a fan perspective i love ur art and currynoodles a LOT and i always get a whiplash of like “LMAOAOAO THESE LOSERS /aff” to “Why would you do this to them (me)”. ANYWAYS POINT IS I RLLY LIKE UR ART AND IM ALWAYS GLAD TO SEE U POST!!!

@rizdoodls HELLO!!!! lowkey was shocked out of my wits when u attacked me on artfight. i am still planning my revenge. ANYWAYS ALWAYS A JOY TO SEE UR TWST OC ON MY FEED!!!! ANDY IS SUCH GUY. THE SILLYGHHD. UR ART IS ALSO JUST GENERALLY HILARIOUS TO ME IDK TY FOR BEING MOOTS W ME!!

TY U ALL FOR TAGGING ME!!! literally all my lovely moots here in one wowies ITS SO WONDEFUL TO SEE U IN MY DASH ALL THE TIME!!! ESPC ON BUSY DAYS ITS JUST SO COMFORTING IDK YK IDK. wow words. ANYWAYS THANK YOU AGAN TO ALL FOR BLESSING ME FOR REAL 🙏🙏💞

like no matter how much or little we interacted or will in the future u will always make my day.

and then there are all my other lovely moots too and i want to try and tag all of them but i have memory loss so let’s see I’LL TRY MY BEST!!!!

@kathxrat-01 @oya-oya-okay @oyatochie @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @boopshoops @amatsuchan-eiliniel @part-sadist @jewelulu @the-rini-rush @gimmeurmoneyagh @h0neybane @blood-red-hummingbee @venaue @spade-12 @spadesncrows @m3tr0n0m333 @0honeybones0 @mirioho @shinysparklesapphires @beneathsakurashade @theolivetree123 @offorestsongs @viperbunnies @midnightmah07 @fell-e @taruruchi @ashipiko @ceruleancattail

AND MORE I JUST. CANNOT REMMEMBER RIGHT NOW WUUGHIAIGJJHHHHGHHH SORRY I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@h0neysugarfree @blueberrylovv @bequiteanddriveeeeeee @cherri-bomb-bomb @eg0mechan1c @fatrexicisback

[astrobei]

Quick! Tag your top favorite byler blogs (as many as you want) and tell my why you love them in one line to spread positivity on the dashboard and make someone's day!

YESSSSS ok buckle up everyone i have an excuse to Gush and these will Not just be one line sorry (i am not)

first and foremost, of course, my lovely lovely friends @bookinit02 @andiwriteordie @smoosnoom @wiseatom and @livsmessydoodles the MOST incredible and lovely people i have ever met in my life !! not only are they seriously the most talented writers and artists i have ever ever had the privilege of talking to, they are also just such kind and hilarious people and a solid 50% (at least) of the reason this community means as much to me as it does !! seriously so inspiring and uplifting and i look forward to talking to them every day because they never fail to make me laugh uncontrollably and inappropriately in public places, go give all their fics (and liv’s art) so much love RN bc they deserve it sm <3

@meanwillbyers my first Real mutual on st tumblr you are such a delight to see on my dash!! like actually mal is one of the funniest people Ever and such a talented artist AND writer like wtf . who let this happen 😭 has never had a bad take ever and is just generally such a refreshing name to see on my screen!

@lookslikefireflies literally she is such a talented writer, her will and max fic had me like . frothing at the mouth in tears on the bathroom floor NOT JOKING love love love seeing a message from u in my inbox or a comment from u on my fics, actually one of the sweetest ever and such a nice constant presence on my dash !!

@nancysglock HELLOOO wtf the first time i read one of her scripts it was over the summer and i dont remember which it was but i was SO EMOTIONAL WHEN I REALIZED IT WASN’T REAL omg but seriously so sweet i honestly geek out whenever you interact w my blog bc i’m such a fan LOL and the whiplash i get from your funny ask answers/posts vs ur scripts and rly well written gut-wrenching posts is so. wtf (<3)

@nnilkyway YELLING EVERY TIME HE POSTS ART seriously idk how u do it but the way u use color makes me gasp and i could probably sit there staring at anything u make for hours and hours,, and also they’re actually HILARIOUS yk when you find someone with your exact sense of humor and it is so extremely comforting and it feels like a warm hug,, literally what seeing ur posts on my dash is like i am sitting here patiently waiting for new nnilkyway content

@messrsbyler HOTTEST TAKES EVERRR and so many posts that never fail to make me sink to my knees and start sobbing SERIOUSLY one of the biggest brained people on this site,, also just extremely funny and sweet and i love getting messages/replies from you!! obsessed with you and your entire blog fr

this is by no means an exhaustive list, mostly just the people i interact w most on here! love u guys all so much, you seriously make it fun and exciting to be a part of the byler community, even when things r bleak and slow i always look forward to coming on here and talking to u !! thank u for giving me the motivation to keep writing fr <3

[moririki]

⤷ A BLOODSTAINED CONFESSION

RENGOKU KYOJURO X READER -> 3.6K
you patch up your fellow hashira after the hardest fight of your lives

REQUEST -> ✰
CONTAINS -> MUGEN TRAIN SPOILERS like before the cut and everything, mentions of blood + gore, so kinda angsty but definitely a fluffy ass ending, reader is a hashira but it's left ambiguous as to what element you are👍, i watched the movie two months ago so my recollection of dialogue and plot may be *slightly* off, near-death experience, idk how to write combat so i just... didn’t, reader lowkey thirsts over rengoku's back muscles and shit because why tf not, idk how injuries work aaaa
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> rengoku my beloved,,, he deserves the world,, i think i should have made this less angsty im SORRY (i rlly heard "extra fluffy" and it just went 👩🏻➡️ straight through my head huh) also i bet you guys missed me and my late-ass posting <3 but here i am!! for now!! yeahhhh!! i feel like the writing in this got a little repetitive so i apologise for that

APPARENTLY, THE DESTRUCTION OF AN ENTIRE TRAIN wasn't enough to end this mission. even with one lower six demon defeated, another much stronger one had replaced it. the arrival of akaza was a significant turning point in the battle, and one that you cursed yourself for missing.

you should have known that this mission would he more dangerous than expected when both you and rengoku had been deployed to the train, alongside three rookies. you should have known better than to let rengoku convince you to stay back and help evacuate rather than let him handle it alone.

he had been so full of confidence- squeezing your hand firmly before rushing off, leaving you feeling slightly lightheaded from the brief contact of his warm palm. you should have wished him luck, told him to be careful, anything, but he was gone before you had the chance.

you made quick work of evacuating the passengers of the derailed train, making sure that they were all confirmed to be outside of the carriages before entrusting their safety to zenitsu and nezuko. it was around when you had carried out the last passenger that you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet, coming from the other side of the embankment that you were currently placed at. 

before you gave yourself time to really think things through, you were shouting instructions to the pair of demon slayers and dashing off towards the source of the noise, hand readily placed on your sword. that was the direction that rengoku ran is all that went through your mind.

the scene that you found yourself facing did little to quell your fears. you reached two bodies first, recognising them as the hapless figures of inosuke and tanjiro. from a glance you could see the extent of their injuries, with the latter laying on the ground barely conscious. the boar-headed one could only stare at the fight happening several metres away, his shoulders slumped in defeat and swords hanging by his sides.

“there’s no opening,” he only whispered, barely audible. that much was true. even you had difficulty keeping up with the movements of rengoku and the demon that he was fighting. the fact that it had already been several minutes and that there was no clear advantage concerned you, and you unsheathed your sword.

“you two stay put, and learn what it means to be a hashira, alright?” you tried offering a brilliant smile, much like you had seen the flame hashira do so many times, but you hoped that yours didn't fall flat. from the slight relief shown on tanjiro’s worn face, though, you took that as a good sign.

without wasting another second, you rushed towards rengoku and the demon, assessing their movements. inosuke wasn’t joking when he said there wasn’t any opening, their movements equally matched. you took the chance and struck when rengoku managed to get the demon to stumble back. bringing your sword down in a vertical strike, you severed one of its arms, before taking a cursory glance back at rengoku to make sure that he was alright.

your wound did little to hinder the demon, as it simply chuckled before regrowing its limb.

“oh? another hashira? don’t tell me you think that this is a fair match,” the demon sneered as you held your sword in front of you, still nervously eyeing the blood that was beginning to drip at rengoku’s feet. it amazed you as to how he was still standing, let alone also ready to keep fighting, but you weren’t going to stop him with that amount of determination in his eyes.

“i wouldn’t say that you appearing after we had to fight an entire train was fair either, but here we are,” you glared at the demon, adjusting the grip on your sword.

“think you can hold on a little longer?” you asked rengoku, still facing the demon.

“always.” you could picture the steadfast smile on his face, lending you his strength whenever you needed it. you took a deep breath, starting your total concentration breathing and launching off of your foot, propelling yourself forwards.

you heard rengoku's footsteps right behind you, dependable as ever. when you swung your sword and sliced through, you knew that the flame hashira was there to follow through with a co-ordinated attack.

despite your best efforts, the upper six demon lived up to its status and provided to be more than a challenge for even both you and rengoku fighting him simultaneously. in fact, akaza had even managed to gain the upper hand a few times, leaving you with a cracked rib that was making it more difficult to focus and control your breathing.

but you and rengoku's big break arrived in the form of a rising sun that leeched itself into your surroundings. the glow was nothing but welcomed by you, though your demon opponent let fear flicker across its face for the first time this night as it turned foot and fled. the invisible adrenaline-fuelled strings that held you up snapped, and you felt the strength from your body sap, too spent to gove chase to akaza.

the bitter taste of defeat crushed you, numbing your senses as you barely heard the cries of tanjiro as he yelled at the retreating figure of akaza. you turned to your fellow yashira, eyes widening and senses returning as you took in the way he had slumped to the floor, head bowed as he kneeled.

"no, don't you dare," you mumbled, dropping to your knees too in front of him. panic gave your limbs a new purpose as your hands stretched out in front of you, seeking out the warmth rengoku still emitted even when mortally wounded.

the most pressing matter was the dark stain of blood that gave his uniform an unnatural sheen that was still spreading. you pressed a hand to the source of it, a large gash across his stomach that was much too deep for your liking. your other hand came to rest on his face, tilting his head up to look at you for any sort of good sign to cling onto.

"you better stay alive!" your voice was shrill, harsher than you wanted it to be, but those were factors you could hardly control more than the blood oozing from rengoku's stomach. you could see how unfocused his eyes were, and how heavy his head was when only being propped up by the waning strength in your hand. your own injuries had been forgotten, cast aside in favour for you to fear for the flame hashira's life.

and still, despite everything, the man still smiled. the blood covering half his face did little to mar its radiance. rengoku raised a shaking, bloody hand of his own, letting it fall heavy against your own as you felt your hold begin to slip.

"you're hurt too, you know." his words were more of a shaky exhale, though you heard it all the same. you felt a smile slip onto yours too as rengoku proved to still be so vigilant in the wellbeing of others.

"you don't need to remind me, shut up and save your energy," you whispered back. you didn't trust yourself to speak any louder in fear of your voice cracking.

"but.. i have to tell you something." the insistence in his eyes was back, burning into you so mich that you couldn't help but lean closer, trying to ease his burden of being audible.

"quit talking like you're dying." you were practically whispering into his ear, close enough to feel the rasp of his breath as he laughed, holding your hand tighter. his other hand came up to your own face, rough thumb brushing against the skin underneath your eye, wiping away a tear you never realised had tracked its way there.

"let me bandage you up." your voice may not have shook, but your hands definitely did as you disentangled them from rengoku's hold, urging him to put pressure on his wound while your fingers found purchase on the hem of your uniform and ripped off a strip of it. it was barely enough to cover his injury but you managed to wrap the severed cloth around his middle a few times, tying it tight and hoping that it was enough to stop the bleeding.

"just.. stay with me until backup comes, alright? you've got tell me something once we get out of here, remember?" rengoku nodded into your palm, smiling at your words as his eyelids fluttered shut. but you were close enough to still feel that he was warm, to feel the slight rise and fall of his chest as he managed to still breathe, and that gave you some comfort.

minutes felt like hours when you had to talk to fill the gap. whether it was to give rengoku something that tethered him to this mortal realm, or a way for you to distract yourself from your own pain, you onew that you would both have to tough it out a little longer, just until the others arrived.

"you know, i've always admired you." you were surprised at both his words and how clear rengoku's voice sounded. your grip on his hand tightened a little, and you leaned towards him so that your forehead pressed against his.

"this is hardly the time to say something like that, kyojuro." you tried not to laugh, the pain of your ribs starting to edge back in as the adrenaline left your body as the sun soaked your bodies.

"i just wanted you to know." you would have responded to the man if it weren't for the shouts that became all too clear. help was here, and everything was going to be okay now.

you didn't want to let rengoku out of your sight, but many insistent hands prised his body from your grip, and with barely the strength to speak there was little that you could do about it except succumb to the pain of your wounds and finally fall unconscious.

recovery was never an aspect of fighting that you looked forward to. when you finally came to, there were a few gripping moments of panic when you asked a nurse if rengoku was here, if he was alive. you had been assured that he was before the pain and medication kicked in again for a fitful sleep as your body healed.

but no matter how you were pressed back into bed, into the constraints of sleep, you never really felt like you were at rest. your mind was still racing to places your body couldn't as it pieced together the events just before you got hospitalised.

when you could finally get up without keeling over, you were stumboing your way through the hallways as stealthily as possible, leaning on walls for support and peering into rooms as you walked past, in search of your fellow hashira. your cards of luck had lined up when you stumbled upon his sleeping figure less than three rooms down from yours.

he looked a lot cleaner, still donning a serene smile even when unconscious and you felt the panic gripping your body loosen its hold. the throb of your most likely broken ribs was enough of an edge to keep you awake, and you made your way over to rengoku's bedside.

there was a convenient chair placed next to him, and you tried not to grunt in pain as you sat down in it. rengoku didn't even stir at your approach, and you resigned yourself to sitting there, studying his figure and resisting the urge to check whether he was actually breathing or not. if you focused enough, you saw the subtlest rise and fall of his chest, just enough to qualm your fears.

your concentration was broken as you heard the sliding door open again, and the hesitant voice of a nurse breaking your intense silence.

"ah, i'm sorry to interrupt but i need to change rengoku's bandages." to prove her point, the nurse raised her arm to emphasise the strips of fabric held by them. you stood up hastily, sending a cursory glance back at the still-sleeping form of rengoku.

like all matters regarding the flame hashira, you found your mouth and body working a little faster than your brain.

"it's alright, i can change them for you. i'm sure that you have plenty of other patients to tend to." the nurse nodded, though she still looked hesitant to hand you the bandages. you gave her a reassuring smile, stretching out your hand to take them. "i've had plenty of experience with this, don't worry."

the nurse appeared relieved, giving you a quick thanks before exiting and letting the door click shut behind her.

you turned your attention back to rengoku's sleeping figure only to watch him crack a single amber eye open and give you an almost sheepish smile. you couldn't help the flooding sensation of relief that drenched your bones, and you returned his gesture.

"i'm glad to see that you're alright." rengoku's eyes never left yours, and you felt yourself grow hot underneath his gaze.

"glad to see you too." you offered a hand, helping rengoku shuffle further up the bed with minimal effort on your side. despite the bandages covering a large expanse of his upper body, his grip on your hand was still stable and you bit back the fond smile threatening to bloom on your face.

luckily for you, rengoku seemed to get the message that he needed to get shirtless without you asking him, which saved you a whole lot of embarrassment. you weren't confident in your ability to look him in the eye and ask him to strip without blushing, though you did exactly that as your eyes raked over his bare skin.

littered with scars and covering taut muscle, it was hard not to let your eyes wander down his form. from the look on rengoku's face, he looked well aware of the effect that he had on you and fixing you with a practically imperceptible smirk. you were quick to ask him to turn around, and he obliged as quickly as someone with broken and bruised bones could manage.

his back was the same story, with broad shoulders and defined shoulderblades that had muscle twitching without you touching it. you sucked in a breath, way too audible for your liking, and tried not to let your hand stretch out to run your fingers down the expanse of his back. you were here to help treat him, not indulge in some fantasy of yours.

your mindset snapped back to professionalism as you grabbed hold of the fresh bandages, opting to put them on after you removed the old ones. while there was no sign of infection, you still grimaced at the bloody sight of rengoku's major wound. you tried not to show how much it had upset you, both now and in the moment, and your attention turned to your slightly trembling fingers.

you were careful to avoid where his skin was obviously discoloured from bruising, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain. he was warm to the touch, enough to invite you in with some false sense of confort before burning you alive. the way his back muscles jumped at your touch did little to help your concentration, but you shouldered on.

your mingld escaped you, insisting on recounting those painful minutes where rengoku was vpeeding out on the battlefield. there was a particular focus on his insistence to tell you something, and you bit your lip. surely, he would ask you at some point from now.

"how are your ribs?" rengoku's voice cut through the silence, its rasping edge acting as evidence of hiw soundly he had been sleeping earlier. while it wasn't the question you wanted him to ask you, you were never one to turn down conversation. especially from him.

"worry about yourself, kyojuro. i'm fine." your appliance of the fresh bandage meant that you would now have to be stood in front of him, a development that had your face flaming from the close proximity. silence set in, and all that distracted you from the rise and fall of his stomach was his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes flickered towards the ceiling, relying on your hands to guide yourself instead.

you dared to glance down and saw rengoku’s eyes fixed on your face already. there was something about his softened features and the look in his eyes that had you scrambling to stare at the blank ceiling again. as much as you would like to retreat at every first sign if danger or confrontation, you knew that you woukd have to talk to him soon, whether it was you or him who brought up the conversation topic from that day.

taking a deep breath, you perched yourself on the edge of rengoku's bed, still maintaining a professional amount of distance from him. still close enough to spot how his smile brightens when you choose to stay. you glanced down at your fingers, twisting knots into themselves as they were placed in your lap. you almost cursed and placed them underneath you to stop that, but instead you fixed your gaze on the flame hashira's ever-present smile.

"do you remember when you said you had to tell me something? right after akaza?" rengoku straightened up a little, nodding. you gave a cursory glance to the bandages safely wrapped around him, and winced as you remembered how much blood had left him that day. 

as if he could tell what you were thinking, rengoku reached forward and took your hand in his. you sucked in a breath at the sensation of his calloused hands, wincing as your ribs ached in protest. you couldn’t bring yourself to break his stare as your fingers intertwined, and rengoku brought you slightly closer to him. the tension was palpable, and you squeezed his hand in an attempt to alleviate some of it.

“what did you want to tell me, kyojuro?” you were still closing the distance between the two of you, voice barely above a whisper because there was no need to talk any louder for him to hear you. everything about him drew you closer, and the thought of pulling away never crossed your mind. you finally stopped, inches away, staring at him expectantly.

“well, there was a chance that i was going to die that day, so i was going to be selfish and tell you that i love you."

it amazed you how he could say that with such confidence when that statement had effectively swept you off of your feet. you were well aware that you looked more than caught off guard- your eyes had widened, and your mouth probably hung open from shock. that was nothing to stop rengoku’s words, though. if anything, it only encouraged him to keep going.

"and when i said that i admire you, i meant it. i admire your strength and how willing you are to help others. i admire you when it's sunset and you're laughing and i admire the way your hands feel, especially here." he guided your hand to his face, letting it cradle his cheek as he rested his own hand at your wrist, not willing to let go. you were sinking into the warmth of his body, letting his borrowed strength keep you upright.

“and most of all, i admire you because i find your beauty striking in everything that you do.” you were silent as rengoku’s eyes searched your own, watching as his lips split as he laughed. “you’re crying again.” you raised your other hand to your cheekbone, feeling the liquid there that began its trek down the planes of your face. you wiped them away with the back of your hand, keeping yourself anchored to rengoku as you curled your fingers around his own.

you felt so light that you could float away, and you couldn’t  help but laugh and grin as you fully processed the confession of the man lying underneath you. tears still rolled down your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the bittersweet pang as you remembered exactly why he was here recovering.

“you really scared me back there, you know?”

“it wasn’t my intention.” you laughed through your sniffle, feeling his warm hand trace patterns on the back of yours. you shuffled forwards and, as best as your shared injuries allowed it, you gave rengoku a hug. while your arms were around his neck, his rested squarely on your lower back, and it was better than anything else you could imagine.

you pulled away, relinquishing the comfort of his arms in favour of looking him in the eye as you prepared what to say next. admittedly, it was a lot easier when you knew how the other person felt about you.

“you know i admire you too, rengoku, and i love you. so much.” joy rewrote itself within his eyes, and they almost glowed with how intense his emotions were after you uttered those words.

“you do?”

your yes came out as a barely audible breath before you were being snagged forwards by him again. you practically crashed against his lips, but you welcomed the sensation, pulling yourself closer to him and settling on his lap.

you sighed into the searing kiss, only truly appreciating his warmth now as you felt it spread through you. you kissed him back intensely, ignoring the dull ache of your ribs to chase the addictive feeling that you only got around him.

around the person who loved you back.

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A Christmas message🎄

I've been thinking about making this post for days as I'm terrible with words and expressing my feelings. But my brain didn't leave me alone so here it goes. 😂

2021 has been a very strange year (in a good and a bad way) for me. It's been a strange year in a bad way, because of COVID, there's no way not to talk about it or stop thinking about how it affected me, how it affected the people I like and how it affected the world. I’d like to give my sincere condolences to those who have lost loved ones (and to those who still have relatives in hospitals suffering from this terrible disease). I'm sending out a lot of positive vibes and I'm rooting for everything to be alright.

A strange year in a good way. I learned a lot about myself and that was really good. It's weird to say that when you're 39, but it's like we often hear around here: life is an eternal learning experience. And I can say that I'm finally in a good place regarding learning about myself and accepting that still there's a lot to learn and it is okay and it is fine.

I also decided to be more active here on tumblr, I tried to get out of my comfort zone and my quiet corner and interact more and this allowed me to get to know wonderful people! Some of you I've been following for years and never had the courage to reach out and say hi (because hey, it's me, I never know what to say to people and no social skills here) and some of you I started following "recently": @dragmedown @twopoppies @daisiesonafield-blog @loulovehome @halohamilton @holyshit @lovingstheantidote @littleprincepleasdontgo @miss-styles @larrysballetslippers @louisxgolden @jalboyhenthusiast @bluewinnerangel @haztobegood @allwaswell16 @disgruntledkittenface @crinkle-eyed-boo @bearmustard @lornasaurusrex and many others I'm not mentioning here, but please know you're in my thoughts and heart. You guys are amazing and always make me smile/laugh whenever I see you on my dash. It is always a pleasure to interact with you guys and I hope we can keep this.

Guys from Discord, @evilovesyou @beelou @tomlinbuns @foreverfanficaddict @thedevilinmybrain @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @fallinglikethis @beckydoesthings @polaroidlouis @maggieisalarrie @chloehl10 @greenfeelings @whatagreatproblemtohave ... all the fic writers (!!!) sorry for not tagging all of you (and here comes my bad memory again), but know it was a huge joy to meet you guys and I wish 2022 to be a kinder and happier year to all of you.

Esse recado vai em português porque… nois é BR huehue hahahaha

@chrisltomlinson @prsephones @skyyneverlookedsoblue @thewallsalbum @wallsbylouis vocês são uns xuxuzinhos e é muito doido saber que seguia algumas de vocês há anos e só agora que resolvi conversar! 🤭 Eu espero que a gente consiga se falar/interagir mais em 2022!

Mari @larentsbr, espero que esteja bem e que volte logo. 💙

Allie @skepticalarrie, minha nenééééém 💙💙💙 (insira gif de dancinha de funk), tu foi um dos meus tesourinhos desse ano! Nunca pensei que umas palavras trocadas em um GC no twitter pudesse ter levado a gente para aquela loucura que foi a turnê de Harry (ai nossas noites em claro). Obrigada pela companhia de todas as noites huahauahau espero que finalmente em 2022 a gente consiga se ver pessoalmente e usar a TV gigante com uns bons drinks e Matilda surtando com as nossas gargalhadas.

Meninas @vintageumbroshirt @whatevertearsyou 💙💙💙, tão no meu coração sempre. Vocês foram meu outro tesourinho que 2021 me deu, espero conseguir conhecer vocês também em 2022, pois preciso abraçar! hahaha

Sus @lululawrence, I have no words to thank you for what you did for me. I know things are difficult for you, but still, you took the time in one of the few free moments you have, and managed to calm me down and help me when I was in the middle of a breakdown trying to figure out and understand who I am. Thank you ❤️. I hope to be able to repay that one day.

To my followers, thanks for being here. I may not interact much, but knowing that you enjoy my blog and my awkward tries of socializing (LOL) makes me very happy.

I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas (in whatever way you can). If you don't celebrate Christmas, no problem, may the day be wonderful anyway!

Merry Christmas everyone! 💖

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One Way or Another (yandere!Dabi x f!Reader)

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x f!Reader, Hawks x f!Reader

Synopsis: Being a doctor at the hero hospital is stressful enough. However, what happens when your beloved friend Hawks begins to take a liking to you? And what if he isn’t the only one who has his eye on you? An evil Dabi starts to fall for you immensely after one dark night. Nothing can hold him back from his urge to have you.

Part 1 / ?

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Warning: This story will eventually have mentions of stalking, violence, gore, language, and hard smut. Viewer’s discretion is advised.

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The sounds of birds tweeting filled your ears. Today your bed seemed just that more comfortable as the sunlight dripped though your curtains. The sound of the traffic in your city was at a minimum as you sighed into your pillow. Finally, a day off from work. This week had kicked your ass hard. Your job at the Hero hospital was a privilege and a burden. While you were one of a very small group who could treat and aid the top heroes, it was a very stressful job. The hours weren’t exactly nine to five and some nights you were heading home with your head low in complete exhaustion. However, you still loved your job. You had a great sense of pride knowing that you could give back to the heroes who protected you and everyone around you. 

But today is your day off.  You knew how to separate your job and your personal life.  You lay in bed thinking of what you planned to do with your free time.  Your kitchen could do with a cleaning, but the idea of sitting on the couch watching bad reality television sounded more appeasing to you. You smiled into your pillow, finally a day to relax and do absolutely nothing.

Then your phone buzzed.

You opened one eye to see your boss’ caller ID on your screen. You grabbed the phone from your nightstand and reluctantly answered. Before you could even say hello, the sound of your boss yelling over the phone broke the silence in your room.

"_______ get in here now we need you!"

 With your shoelaces undone and a piece of toast in your mouth, you dashed outside of your apartment with your work bag tossed on your back. Your boss informed you of a villain attack in the city centre which caused some heroes to be injured. Fire injuries were your specialty, so you were called immediately. Your legs were running to the train station, hoping not to miss the train to the hospital and having to wait another ten minutes for the next train.

While you were fixing your tie around your neck, your eyes caught sight of a small red object flying across in front of you. After a small moment of confusion, you heard the sound of wings flapping behind you and immediately knew who it was.

"Hey hey hey, didn’t know you were into running these days ______?"

You scoffed, swallowing the last bit of your toast as you dodged hitting into a random person in the street.

"Not now Hawks" You yelled up at him. "I’m running late."

Hawks. Number 2 Hero. You both met each other when he had only just graduated from this hero training. He survived a nasty attack from a villain, resulting in his feathers being pretty damaged. You were the one who took care of him and patched him up.  He was in the hospital for two days straight and most of that time was spent with you monitoring his health. His determination to become a top hero and his snarky charisma allow you two to immediately have a connection. After he was discharged, he still kept in contact with you and now he could consider you one of his closest friends. Till this day, he is forever grateful for you helping him, but these days teasing you seems more fun to him.

The man was now gliding alongside you, clearly mocking your lack of speed.

"Why am I not surprised?" He chuckled, eyeing you.

You sent him a stern glare. Unfortunately, you could not argue with him and run at the same time without losing your breath.

"You know, sweetheart, the train is about to leave in a minute, and unless you just gained a speed quirk, chances are you're not going to make it," he teased.

You held your tongue at his words. When you first told him you didn’t have a quirk, he thought you were joking and laughed in your face. Needless to say, you weren’t too happy about that. So whenever he sees the chance, he always enjoys pointing it out.

Hawks continued to fly beside you, now sighing and crossing his arms behind his head.

"Only if you knew someone who could get you to the hospital in time." He groaned.

He raised his eyebrow at you. You knew what he was trying to imply. Your stomach immediately started to do flips at the thought of it. You hated heights and Hawks knew this about you. But he also knows about how much your work matters to you.

You eyed your watch on your wrist, already you were ten minutes late. You glanced down to see Hawks’ red feathers tying your shoelaces. You finally stopped running and stood trying to catch your breath.  You ignored the rational thoughts in your head and returned back to glare at Hawks.

"I swear Hawks if you do anything funny." You sneered at him.

His face immediately lit up with glee and a smirk spread across his face.

"Trust me _____. It will be like floating on a cloud. " He reassured you by putting his hand on his heart.

"Just don’t throw up on me again." He hushed quickly. 

Before you even had time to swear at him, he whooshed behind you and lifted you up in his arms. You immediately let out a squeak in fear, earning a laugh from Hawks. Your hands gripped his neck and your body tensed up as you both started to rise to the sky. You both were now above the skyscrapers and the whole city seemed so small. It was truly breath taking and you wondered if Hawks ever just spent his days looking down at the city.  

You cast a quick glance down at the people who had turned into ants. Your stomach dropped and you turned your face into hawks’ chest for the rest of the journey to avoid throwing up.

"You can look up now doll."

You cranked your head to see if Hawks was telling the truth. You were relieved to see that his feet were touching the ground. He had landed on the hospital roof, a perfect spot.

"Nice landing" you jerked at him.

"You’re welcome Miss." He said, rolling his eyes.

You hopped out of his arms and stood attempting to fix yourself up before you entered the hospital. You could tell the wind messed up your hair quite a bit.

"You look fine ____."

Now you were the one to roll your eyes. Last time he said that you walked into your meeting with your lipstick smeared across your face.

"Shouldn’t you have been helping save your colleagues from that villain attack?"

"Had to make sure my _____ was safe first." Hawks was always skilled at avoiding questions he didn’t want to answer. You chalked it up to his media training.

You made your way to the door leading down to the hospital as soon as you felt you had put yourself together decently. Hawks' mouth dropped at your actions. He flew to block the door to prevent you from leaving.

"Nothing else you want to say?" He pestered at you. "No thank you, hawks or hawks; you are my hero; you are incredible?"

He really made a poor impression of you.

"Thank you, Hawks. Now shove it. " You snapped thinking of the time you are wasting with him up here. Your words, however, did not convince the young hero.

"How about takeaway and a movie at your place?" He questioned.

"Did you just invite yourself over to my place?" You sneered at him; your arms now crossed.

"Is it a deal?" He spoke. You were beginning to realise that there was no way hawks was going to let you though unless you said yes. You both haven’t done anything together in a while, you thought to yourself.

"Deal." You nodded.

Hawks’ feathers fluttered and he busted into a sing-song voice.

"Perfect! I’ll buy the food and you can pick the movie. Bye _____! " He yelled, tossing himself over the building as he flew away into the clouds.

Your mouth dropped at how he was able to make you agree to invite him over to your house within a minute. You sighed, rolling your eyes as you pushed the door open to enter the hospital.

As you entered your unit of the hospital, your boss was stood there waiting for you and your co-workers busily hurrying around.

"Look who finally decided to turn up."

You did your best not to glare at him.  You apologised profusely about being late to him and how it wouldn’t happen again.

"I heard she was seen with her boyfriend Hawks" A staff member piped up with a sneer.

You cringed at her words and her attempt to cause drama in front of your boss. Hawks is many things, but your boyfriend is definitely not one of them. 

"He is not my boyfriend. He was helping me to work. " You defended yourself. 

"I don’t want to hear anymore of the bird boy. Get working now _____. " Your boss yelled. 

You gave a low nod and immediately jumped into work, making your way over to your first patient.

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When you actually finished with the last patient, you had no idea what time it was. You gathered your belongings and exited the building, only to find the city engulfed in darkness. You sighed, your shoulders heavy from fatigue. The thought of a relaxing bath and a comfortable bed appealed to you. You checked your phone to find that the train station had closed long ago. Your eyes darted across the street for a taxi, but you had no luck. Walking it was, you thought.

You tried your best to stick to bright lit areas of the city. It was one of the disadvantages of being quirkless, you were practically defenceless. If a villain wanted to kill you, they would have no problem with doing it. That is why you prefer to work behind the scenes helping the heroes rather than being at the front of the violence.

Your walking stopped as you reached an alleyway. You debated or not if you should enter it. If you stuck to the bright areas, you wouldn’t reach your apartment for another fifteen minutes. However, if you went down this dark alleyway it would only take you five minutes. You stood listening for any noise to indicate if there was anyone down the dark path. After standing in silence, you made the decision to chance it. You took a breath and made your way down the narrow street.

All was well and you finally started to calm down as you walked. You thought of what leftovers you had in your fridge to eat when you heard the noise of glass breaking behind you. Your blood turned to ice as your body froze into place. When you looked to the source of the racket, a single drop of sweat ran down your brow.

A man with his head hanging low sat beside one of the big trash bins. You quickly realised the man wasn't all there when he didn't acknowledge you as you walked by. Your brain was screaming at you to keep walking. Your heart and morals, on the other hand, told you to check on the man's safety. You bit your lower lip, carefully weighing your options. Your morals came out on top.

"Sir?" you asked.

You were met with silence since the man did not respond. As you got closer, it became clear that the man was in pain. When you were within arm’s reach, you cautiously put your hand on the individual's neck to check for a pulse. Fortunately, it was at a consistent rate. You now knelt beside him. You tapped his shoulder lightly. Finally, the man let out a groan. You breathed a sigh of relief.

You gently pushed his head back, allowing you to see his face in the moonlight. You immediately noticed the faulty stitching and staples all around his face and body. The damaged deep purpled skin contrasted sharply with his pale skin. His eyelids hung low, but the brightness of the moon resulted in the stranger opening his eyes halfway. You were almost in shock at his bright blue eyes as they stared into yours.

"Am I dreaming?" He mumbled painfully.

You shook your head as you examined his body.

"What is the problem sir?" You questioned.

He sent a sly grin at you. Your concern was able to amuse the man. His finger weakly pointed at his opposite arm. One of the stitches on his arm had obviously ripped open and blood was steadily pouring out and onto the dirty ground.

You stared at the wound for a moment and considered if he needed to be taken to the hospital.

Almost as if he were reading your mind, he said, "No hospitals."

You chose not to question him and began to act on your feet. You removed your bag from your back and pulled out your first aid kit and some tools you used at work. You began to place a thread into your incision needle and prepared the medical stapler for use.

You could sense his apprehensiveness as he eyed your needle.

"Trust me sir, I’m a doctor." You explained to him.

"You'd better cut the sir crap; you're making me feel like an old man." He laughed lightly,

Feeling like you were getting somewhere with him, you continued the conversation. 

"Do you have a name?" You asked, hoping to distract him from the pain about to happen.

The man had a slight hesitation as his name fell from his mouth.

"Dabi."

You placed some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball as you continued to talk to him.

"You have a lovely name, Dabi."

"I bet you say that to all your patients."

You smiled at his words and you placed the cotton on his wound. He immediately tensed up and hissed in pain as the alcohol did its job.

"I can promise you I don’t, Dabi." His name fell off your lips with such ease.

After you felt the wound was disinfected, you grabbed the needle and began to stitch his skin together. Dabi was now sat up straight admiring your concentration with the needle. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had cared for him like this.

"Did you get caught up in that villain attack this morning? “You asked him.

Dabi's mouth turned into a smirk, "I guess you can say I was."

"I bet it was scary," you said.

Dabi raised his eyebrow at you. "Do I look like the sort of person who gets scared?"

You took your attention from his wound and looked at his unamused face. You giggled slightly at his expression.

"You can tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone. " You teased him.

He chuckled at your humour. You really did do a good job at distracting him from the pain.

"Those villains are pieces of shit, aren’t they?" He said, hoping for your opinion.

As you took the stapler in your hand, you moved on to the staples of the wound.

"Hmm, I don’t know if I would say that." You mentioned focusing on placing the stapler in the right position on his skin.

"What? You side with the League of Villains? " Dabi pried at you, staring at you with interest.

"Not exactly." You explained, "I believe a lot of the villains didn’t exactly have a choice of which side they wanted to be on. Also, working with Heroes, you begin to see that quirks determine what society thinks of you. If you don’t have a quirk, then you must be useless. If you have a dangerous quirk, then you are destined to be a villain. I find it all very frustrating if I am honest. "

Dabi listened intently to your rambling. It was nice to see someone agree with some of his opinions. You were obviously very intelligent. As you continued to work on his arm, he made note of your face and its beauty.

As you had just finished the last staple, you asked him, "Did you patch your skin up yourself?"

"Yeah, I did. I prefer to do it my own way because the majority of my skin is brunt to a crisp.” He explained.

"You have a fire quirk?"

He nodded as your eyes moved across his body to look at his skin. Your eyes finally meet his face. Without even thinking, you reached your hand out to cup in check and brushed your thumb along the staples in his face.

Dabi let out a small gasp. It had been a while since someone had touched him. You finally realised what you did and immediately yanked your hand away from him and stood up, hoping he wouldn’t see you blush in embarrassment.

"I’m really sorry Dabi" you said, putting your face in your hand, "I’ve just never seen anyone with a fire quirk like this."

He smiled at your embarrassment.

"Don’t worry. There is no need to be sorry. I didn’t mind it. " He reassured you.

You sighed and reached a hand out to help him up off the ground.

As he towered over your frame, you suddenly realised how tall he was in comparison to you. As soon as you realised your work was done, you let his hand out of yours.

"Well Dabi" you said, "I guess I better be heading home."

"Thank you" was all he said.

While your arms hugged you around your stomach, his deep blue gaze on you made you feel even more insecure.

"Are you going to be okay?" You asked him.

A small smile was on his face.

"Don’t worry about me."

You nodded to let him know you understood.

"Then I better go." You said, turning away from him.

Before Dabi could open his mouth to say anything to you, a black car drove into the alleyway with a large honk of its horn.  The tinted window rolled down the slightest bit and a voice called out Dabi’s name.

"That’s my ride," Dabi explained.

He didn't want to abandon you in the dark, but he also knew that you getting into the car would be impossible.

"Well take care Dabi", You said your last words and turned the corner away from him and the car.

You knew that it wouldn’t have been a good idea if you stayed any longer. You did your duty and left without anything else occurring. You had visions of the man’s blue eyes and face. You could tell from his body and face he was probably conventionally attractive before his burn scars. You ignored the flutters you had in your stomach as you took the stairs up to your apartment floor.

After entering the code to your apartment, you quickly tossed your bag to the floor and threw your jacket off. You sighed with relief to finally be home alone. Peace and quiet was the thing you needed after your long day.

"Finally home sweetheart?"

When you saw the man behind you holding a plate of takeaway sushi, you shrieked and nearly fell to the floor in shock.

"Hawks you little-!"

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Dabi threw up his hands in frustration as he approached the LOV's hideout. He completely forgot to ask for your name. After you had taken care of his injuries, the very least he could do was ask for your name.

He sighed and sat on the grimy couch. His thoughts returned to the events of your and his meeting. He was still bewildered that you chose to help a random stranger in the dark. Dabi knew that if it hadn't been for you, he would have bled out until he passed out and died. His fingertips traced the stitching on his arm that you had done. It was noticeably better done than his own work.

"What are you smiling about?" Toga spoke up, breaking Dabi of his thoughts.

His face immediately dropped, and he muttered a nothing. Toga shrugged off his reply and reached for the TV remote. The sound of the TV made Dabi’s head throb, so he stood up and headed out of the room to find somewhere more peaceful to rest for the night.

"What was the situation like in the hospital tonight Doctor?" the interviewer asked.

"Well, I would personally like to thank the heroes who were able to transport the citizens and other heroes who were harmed in the attack to the hospital so quickly."

The sound of your voice echoing throughout the room made Dabi freeze in place. He turned around to face the TV and ordered Toga to turn up the volume.

Dabi barely heard your voice as he continued to stare in a trance at your lovely face.

"We would like to thank you and your unit for all your help today. We are all grateful. " The interview told you.

You nodded and smiled at the camera as you wished everyone well.

Your name suddenly appeared at the bottom of the screen.

"Doctor _____ ______"

Dabi's face lit up with a big grin, and he couldn't help but laugh. He figured it wouldn't be that difficult to find you after all.

[eunoiaastralwings]

featuring elrond x reader

fandom tolkien- the lotr - modern au 👀

a/n for @middleearthsweetheart​​ thank you @i-did-not-mean-to for helping me — I suck at au

There was cold sweat running over your forehead.

You were shaking— something was chasing you then suddenly you were falling.

There were sudden flashes— faces with lifeless eyes that belonged to (your) every one you loved.

You cried and sobbed until your throat ran dry— you sounded hoarse.

A rush of tears fell down your cheeks.

“Y/N!”

You heard something call you desperately.

Someone's warm body over you— it was comforting.

“Y/N!”

You heard again and your eyes flew open.

You gasped for air— a wheezy sound leaving your chest.

A glass of water was brought to your dry lips.

You chugged it down desperately.

Then only you looked up to see the beautiful man next to you.

“Elrond.”

You smiled weakly at your friend.

“I woke you again— I am very sorry” you said.

“Don't be, Y/N — I was worried for you” he replied.

His hands brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your heart fluttered at the gesture.

Many a times Elrond had either held your hand in comfort— whenever you were scared or at unease — other times he unknowingly played with your hair.

It has become something he enjoyed— absentmindedly taking your hair into his hands and rolling it when he was reading or studying beside.

it was a comforting gesture— but your heart raced and face flushed each time.

He’s your friend— you reminded yourself.

It was an act of kindness to comfort you from the nightmares— he didn’t mean anything more.

The rather dashing young business partner of your parents— you couldn’t be involved with him.

But you weren’t sure if your parents— Celeborn and Galadriel being the best figures in family and business were against it.

But some parts of it did feel wrong.

“Thank you for—”

Not entirely sure what to say— you gestured at ‘everything’.

Elrond chuckled and smiled softly at you.

“No worries, Y/N— I want you safe in my home. Get some rest” he said.

Quickly, you grabbed his arm and he frowned at you— but it wasn’t judgmental, more like a silent everything alright?

“Stay with me?— For a little bit?”

You sounded weak and desperate— Elrond couldn’t find it in himself to reject it even if he wanted to.

He nodded and placed himself comfortably beside you as you laid to sleep again.

When you woke up in the morning your head was laid comfortably on something hard but soft.

Yous snuggled closer to the warmth until you heard a chuckle and felt the rumbling underneath you.

You sat up on your elbows with a gasp.

His brown eyes looked into your eyes— laughter sparkled with them.

“You used me as a pillow.”

“— Sorry!”

You responded quickly and made him laugh again.

When you woke up in the morning your head was laid comfortably on something hard but soft. 

You smuggled closer to the warmth until you heard a chuckle and felt the rumbling underneath you.

You sat up on your elbows with a gasp.

His brown eyes looked into your eyes— laughter sparkled with them.

“You used me as a pillow.”

“— Sorry!”

You responded quickly and made him laugh again.

Then Elrond did something you never thought he would— he pulled you back down and cuddled you tightly.

You gasped and stiffened.

“The day doesn't have to begin just yet— let me hold you like this—I have dreamed of holding you like this for many times.”

Saying you were shocked at the confession doesn’t begin to describe how you felt.

“What?”

You asked with a gulp.

“I thought you would known by now already— I tried to make it desperately obvious for you— but you had convinced yourself you couldn’t loved. Am sorry, Y/N, I was getting impatient.”

Without knowing what to say and you snuggled closer to him— breaking away the stiffness in your body.

“I love you— am in love with you.” 

You said after a few minutes.

“finally— am in love you too!”

he said and leaned how to pull your lips into a chaste kiss. 

After that you and Elrond started the day— even though he wasn't too happy to rather preferring to stay in bed with you.

You made the bed with him and made breakfast— he sent the cooks out to share the morning with you making and eating food together.

It felt perfect— you would cry forever thinking it was a dream.

But when Elrond hugged you from being and kissed your deeply— you knew it wasn't— your hopes and dreams were finally coming through to keep out the nightmares.