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metathefool · 5 months
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“Haha, Jonathan, I am perpetuating the Cycle of Abuse”
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cosmosnout · 2 months
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Uta redesign (I set her free from her crooked bangs)
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cptnleviackerman · 4 months
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╰─▸ ❝ Levi Ackerman ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷
content - gn reader has passed out (unspecified reason), levi is worried for them + cares for them when they wake
words - 700
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"look at me." levi whispers, his voice strained. he presses a cold compress to your head, beads of water trickle down his hands and his fingertips feel numb from the iciness, but he hasn't dared to move since you fell. the fear for your wellbeing eating him alive, rooting him to the spot next to you.
your eyes flutter, barely open long enough for you to get a glimpse of the man above you.
"angel, please, i need you to look at me." levi pleads, his free hand is clamped down on your upper arm, hard enough that you'd feel the need to scold him if you were more awake.
your eyes flutter again, but this time you manage to force them to stay open. the light floods your sight and you try to move a hand up to block the bright beams that hit you, but you find that your arms are achy, and when you try to move them they feel more like dead weight than something attached to your body.
"wha—" you begin, but levi cuts you off before you have the chance to say more.
"don't speak. i need you to take a sip from this glass of water, angel. can you sit up?”
you hum, but when you try to follow through on levi's request your head spins. you had managed to sit halfway up by yourself, but you fell backwards again as soon as you reached level head height with levi—who was still knelt next to you, the compress discarded and his other hand pressed firmly on your lower back.
“it's okay, it's okay, take your time.” levi’s voice soothes your racing thoughts, but you can hear the worry slip through the cracks, the recognisable signs of tension on his face are noticeable now that you have your eyes trained on him, and it makes you feel unreasonably guilty.
“im sorry.” you whisper, your voice small. but levi isn't having it, he shakes his head at you, gently pushing your back upwards and towards him so that you can lean your body against his for support.
“don't be silly. now drink this.”
levi brings the glass to your lips, and you shakily rest your hands on top of his, taking small sips of the icy cool liquid. you hear gentle whispers of encouragement from the man next to you, which brings a slight smile to your lips.
levi brings the glass away from you after only a few sips, not wanting to overdo it, and he places the glass on the ground next to his leg.
he wraps his arms around you, pulling you slowly towards his chest. his mind is beginning to settle now that you are conscious and talking again, but he can still feel remnants of his anxiety clawing its way through his head, the terror not yet subsiding completely, and his need to have you as close to his body as he can overwhelms him.
he presses a hand to your forehead, testing your temperature. when he finds that you're not burning up he takes a small breath of relief, and he allows himself a minute reprive from worrying as he buries his face in your hair. while taking your hand in his, he begins to rub circles on your thumb, and you hum at the contact. levi welcomes this reminder that you're okay, and he takes another breath of relief.
“you scared me for a moment there.” levi murmurs against your head. you feel his arms tighten around your body, and your eyes squeeze shut at the comforting contact. you bring the hand still clasped by levis upwards, and place a soft kiss to the back of it.
“i know. I'm sorry.” you whisper in return.
the two of you sit like that on the floor for what feels like hours, levi doesn't dare move you and you can't bring yourself to ask him to, since he seems wracked with his own guilt and worry. so you sit, wrapped in his embrace, occasionally taking sips of water—the ice long since melted.
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shiganshinaslut · 5 months
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18+||MINORS DNI
Need to hear Gojo whining and whimpering borderline obnoxiously loud while he watches how his cock slowly slides in and out of me. He can’t help it, it just feels sooo good n the sight turns him on so much :(
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writeforfandoms · 3 months
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Thinking about Gaz and a partner with anxiety
Gaz would be patient. He wouldn't mind reminding you that he loves you, however often you need to hear it. He'd learn all of your cues - how you sat a little apart when your insecurities were giving you trouble, how you looked down or away more, the anxious fidgeting of your fingers.
He learns to read the signs, and learns what you need. You need hugs? Man becomes an octopus. Just try to get him off. You need weight? You've got a brand new weighted blanket the next day, and Gaz is more than happy to lay on you and cuddle when you want.
And when you have trouble while he's gone? When he can't respond to texts or calls?
Don't worry, he thought of that too.
He leaves sticky notes for you across the flat. One on the bathroom mirror that reminds you he finds you stunning. One on the fridge reminding you to eat something, at least daily. In your shared bedroom, he sticks them multiple places, anywhere from three to twelve sticky notes that just say "I love you". He even leaves voice recordings for you on your phone, so you can hear him say it, can hear the sincerity in his voice.
He never holds bad days against you. He just promises that he'll always be there, putting himself between you and your demons, giving you time and safety to rest.
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steveshairychest · 1 year
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Eddie wakes up to the phone in the trailer ringing non-stop. Everytime he thinks the person has given up the phone immediately starts ringing again. He groans loudly into his pillow when it starts ringing for a 5th time and angrily makes his way into the kitchen.
"What?!" He demands angrily, not really caring who it is. It's 8am on a god damn Saturday he should still be in bed asleep.
"Eddie! Hi, good morning! Can you take us to the pool?" Eddie pulls the phone away from his ear and stares down at it as if Dustin could actually see the seething glare Eddie is giving him. "Please! Steve is working as a lifeguard so he can't take us. Please!!" He can hear Lucas and Mike chiming in with the begging in the background but Eddie's brain is only focused on one thing.
Steve is a life guard therefore Steve will be shirtless at the pool. Steve will be in tiny swimming shorts. Shirtless.
He reaches for his keys. "Be ready in 20 minutes or I'm going without you." He doesn't even get changed, he had slept in his clothes from yesterday anyways and there's only one stain on his shirt.
Eddie may not like Steve Harrington but he's not immune to his good looks. Dustin praises the guy every chance he gets but Eddie is still sceptical, it's hard to forget King Steve and his sour personality.
That doesn't mean he won't sit on a pool chair with his shades on and take in the view that is Steve Harrington dripping wet and shirtless. Maybe he'll fall in the pool just so that Steve will jump in and save him. He smiles to himself as he gets into the car, maybe he'll push Dustin into the pool for waking him up.
You see, Eddie can't swim. At all. Wayne had done everything else right while bringing Eddie up but he'd completely forgotten about swimming. It feels like it's a bit too late to learn so Eddie is content to sit on the edge and dangle his feet in the water.
Except when they walk in to the pool, Dustin, Lucas and Mike all carrying a ridiculous amount of pool floaties, Eddie sees Steve in a fucking tight little speedo and he missteps into the water. Right into the deep end. Steve moves slightly but doesn't rush for him, people fall in all the time, but then Dustin screams, "STEVE HE CAN'T SWIM!"
Steve's in the water less than a second later.
He helps a very wet, coughing and red faced Eddie out of the water and sits him down in one of the pool chairs. He's asking Eddie questions, asking if he's okay, if he's hurt but Eddie can't think straight, literally, because Steve has a hand on his knee and he's shirtless and speaking to him so softly. And he's in a speedo for christ sake.
"I think I need CPR."
Steve, to Eddie's surprise, actually smiles at him. "Maybe later. Thanks for bringing the kids. Dustin's told me a lot about you, though he did forget to mention the whole can't swim part." He pats Eddie's knee and gestures over his shoulder. "I have dry clothes if you'd like to change?"
"If you're just trying to see me in a speedo, it's not happening, Harrington."
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carrymelikeimcute · 6 months
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Struck by a head-canon for Stede and trans man Izzy which won't leave me alone.
I feel like initially Stede would be like 'I didn't know there was a woman on Blackbeard's crew!' all excited and Izzy would just deadpan say 'there isn't' and then ask the crew pointedly if they know anything about a woman on board to really hammer the point home.
BUT no matter how cunty the two of them were to each other after that, Stede would be the most diligent at gendering him correctly - to the point that it would actually start to get annoying for Izzy how hard he was trying, you know? Like when you hate someone so much but they do something that you can't be mad about and it's paradoxically infuriating? Just constantly chucking out gender affirming insults, wanting to deal with this 'man to man' specifically, etc. To the point Izzy thinks he's taking the piss but he isn't. He's just being the Gentleman Pirate about it.
And if they ever got arrested together by the Navy or cornered by enemies who were giving Izzy shit about it, Stede would absolutely be faux concerned for them, super sarcastic and bitchy, because obviously they are in mental crisis if they think Izzy is anything other than a man. Even to the point that Izzy's like 'Oh my God, this happens all the time and I just kill them, stop making it a thing' and Stede's like, 'no, shan't, they deserve to feel silly.'
Like, if Izzy was going to be executed and they were launching a daring rescue, Stede would specifically pack a change of clothes for him, not for practical reasons, but because he'd know they'd put him in a dress and that idea is appalling him, (and because any excuse to dress someone else up in his clothes).
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areyousanta · 11 days
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My warm up for working on commissions has me rolling
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presidentheartbeat6 · 20 days
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VERY blue eyes. some might say FRIGHTENINGLY blue eyes.
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Jake Lockley and Frank Castle gives me the same kind of vibe
Marc Spector and Matt Murdock gives me the same kind of vibe
Steven Grant and Peter Parker gives me the same kind of vibe
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primrose19 · 3 months
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Has anyone thought of an AU where Diana doesn't actually die and resurfaces at some point?I would personally love to see her during the revival. Mulder and Scully are in a bit of a weird place. More mature, more comfortable, at ease and familiar with each other but also in their "divorce" era. If she tried to come between them (again) at that time, would they have handled things differently? Would they have told her to fuck off immediately or would history repeat itself?
Ok in my defence, it's currently midnight, I finished studying not too long ago and I'm pretty sleep deprived and will continue to get even more so for the next 2 days. I accept no judgement at this time
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awkward-cobra · 6 months
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yknow what? fuck this. im tired of this job site being so OSHA compliant. im gonna do something that not even brian david gilbert of Unraveled fame could categorize!!!!!!
*casts spell of Summon Large Ape*
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ailendolin · 2 years
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The most tragic way for Mike to finally meet the ghosts would be Alison moving on and him staying behind.
Just imagine them growing old together in Button House. Alison's the one who goes first but it's okay because Mike's sure she became a ghost and has lots of fun with her ghost friends now. Knowing she's still there even if he can't see her makes losing her bearable - until he becomes a ghost himself and finds out that she didn't stay.
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emmedoesntdomath · 11 months
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peter, glaring at tony: die.
wade, popping up out of fuck knows where: you rang?
peter, suddenly panicking: wait, no, I didn’t actually mean-
wade, zeroing in on tony, eyes narrowing: it’s you again
tony, slowly pointing at himself: …me?
wade, pulling out a gun, throwing knife, and a spear out of nowhere: never fear, baby boy, your savior is here!
*turning to tony*
wade, pointing the spear at him menacingly: prepare to die, satan!
*starts charging at him*
peter, eyes wide: WADE
tony, turning and running off into the distance: AHHDDNDIDN BACK YOU MENACE AWAY SHOO
wade, laughing manically: DEATH DEATH DEATH
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mostlybroadway · 1 year
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since it happened he hasn’t been much for sleep. i mean, who can blame him? seeing chrissy cunningham break every bone in her body, and then going into a hell dimension run by a tentacled telekinetic and almost getting murdered by killer bat-octopi will truly do a number on anyone. he played dungeons and dragons like nobody’s business, but when it suddenly became real it sent him over the edge.
so steve harrington started spending the night. obviously. he stayed every night in the hospital as eddie recovered, and when he finally got to return home, steve just never left. he always said that his house was lonely anyways. or that wayne was working the late shift and eddie needed someone there. or simply he was bored, and staying with eddie and watching some shitty horror flick was more fun than being in his empty home, counting the hours as they passed. and eddie didn’t argue with him. he couldn’t deny that steve made him feel safer. sure, his helmet of farrah fawcett mullet monstrosity sometimes made eddie giggle (especially since he knew how long it took steve in the mornings to do) and he snored like a hog on steroids, but eddie liked steve. maybe even loved him. but the thought of that terrified him, so he repressed it. pushed it down, down, down, until it reached the scars that littered his hips. until he remembered that those scars littered steve’s hips, too.
“what’s going on up there, eds?” steve asked that night, propping his perfect head on his hand. he slept shirtless, because of course he did, so eddie could see all of his scars. how they matched his own. he knew he was blushing.
“nothing. just tired.”
“you know i don’t believe that shit anymore,” steve replied, placing a hand on eddie’s arm. god, who knew a crush on steve harrington could be so all-consuming? why did he have to care? why did he have to stay every night, without fail, no matter what eddie said about it?
why was he perfect? and why was eddie so scared of that?
“i guess… why?”
steve laughed. “gotta be more specific, munson.”
“why do you always stay?”
when steve didn’t answer right away, eddie knew he fucked up. he stays because he thinks you’re fragile. he stays because he’s the fucking babysitter, the mom of the group. he stays because it’s his job. obviously.
eddie quickly backtracked. “oh, nevermind. i didn’t mean-“
“no,” steve quickly responds, removing his hand from eddie’s tattooed arm and placing both hands on his face. and eddie’s gone. he’s a spaceman now, traveling through the galaxy of steve harrington’s eyes, his hands as his tether to the spaceship. the love songs make sense now, heavy metal be damned. eddie thought it about time to break out that elton john record again.
“i stay because i love you. isn’t that obvious?”
it wasn’t. it wasn’t in the least but obvious. but eddie was cool, he stood on tables and didn’t take shit from anyone. so he didn’t let that on.
instead he kissed steve harrington on his stupid face.
i have quite literally never written a ficlet but i’ve been reading so many and this just produced itself in my notes app. enjoy this unedited, oddly formatted monstrosity.
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devilsbrokerank · 1 year
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I’m not trapped With you, you see You’re the one who’s Trapped with me
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