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omiiomiaaus · 11 months

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im sorry... im not sure if you're accepting requests so i just wanted to give u my thoughts (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

imagine toji cant sleep. why? cuz you're sleeping right next to him and he cant keep his eyes off of u. he might be tired but he's watching as your body moves against his as you breathe and the soft feeling of your bare skin as he mindlessly caresses u. hes listening to your soft snores and he smiles at the drool at the corner of ur mouth.

hes truly head over heels 4 u and all he can think about is how grateful he is for u and how much he wants to protect u from all the bad things hes seen in the world cuz ur his sweet girl forever!! <3

thank u for listening 😌

Toji watching you sleep

This is literally the cutest shit ever oh my god I wish he was mineeeeeeee!!!!!

NOT PROOFREADING BC IM LAZYYYY

Okay so like he’d be tossing and turning until he hears your soft breathing from the other side of the bed. you’re fast asleep probably dreaming about him tbh.

He can’t help but reach over and pull you closer, chest to chest, heart to heart. Your warmth immediately easing his troubled thoughts.

His arms were wrapped firm around your sleeping form. Tired irritated eyes admiring your relaxed expression. He brought his hand to your face, pushing a stray strand of hair from out your face, his fingers ghosting over your cheek.

His fingers were calloused from all the years of having to defend himself with his hands. The same hands that battered and bruised peoples faces were privileged enough to feel your soft untouched skin. Sometimes he felt like his touch wasn’t worthy enough for you. He didn’t want to taint his sweet baby with the hands of someone who’s killed before.

But your love radiated from your heart to his soul, making him selfish, you’re his and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’d rather hold you with his corrupted hands than have someone else, someone who could give you a normal life, hold you close like this.

Toji loves to watch you sleep. your beauty never halts for a second, even when you’re blissfully in another world while dreaming. It amazes him more, the fact that you’re unaware of the beauty you possess in such intimate moments like these.

He went from struggling to sleep because of insomnia to willingly depriving his body of rest just to watch you.

To watch the way your chest raises and falls with every deep breathe you take. The way your face twitches, probably a reaction from your dream.

He could watch you all night. He loved you so much he’d whisper it in your ear, gently kissing the top of your head.

The silence brought thoughts into his mind, thoughts of the moments you two shared. Your first kiss, your first date, your first fight. Moments he wouldn’t have wanted to share with anyone else but you. His mind and heart raced a mile per minute. He laid there under your body, hand coming up to rub his face. He looked back down at you, pure love filling his eyes.

His thoughts shifted from questions to statements.

“Does she really want to be with me forever?” “Am I really good enough for her?”

“I’m thinking too much, she’s the one, I’m sure if it, I want her in my life forever.”

Toji was not a man of many words… he kept his thoughts to himself but he’d make it known just how much he loves you. He’d protect you and cherish you for the rest of his life.

“I love you” he whispered into your hair, bringing his arms tighter around your body, stroking your hair. His heart skipped 10 thousand beats when you nuzzled into him like a little cat curling it’s body in its sleep.

It would be early morning by the time he falls alseep, 4am. The birds outside starting to chirp little wake up tunes and his mind would clear, your soft body comforting him. You’re all he needs in life, and he wants to give you the world in return for you just being you.

Man y/n’s so lucky… 😓 my inbox is open for feedback and thoughts but if you send some requests that’s fine too, I’ll get to them whenever I have time sooo if anyone wants to send me some that would be great cause I want to have more posts :) -Omi

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etfrin · 6 months

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god okayokay

reader is dewey and gale's daughter and apart of the "core 5" (reader, mindy, chad, tara and sam) and dated amber freeman in the past. though has severe ptsd from what had happened a year ago (and the fact that reader saw her dad die and almost died with him, if it wasnt for the fact that they managed to stable her) and reader killed amber to avenge her father thinking by killing amber brutally would make up for dewey. thought if she hunted down her father's killer, she'd feel better.

present time, she's living with chad and ethan in their dorm. her and ethan are in a relatively healthy relationship, but she never opened up about amber or what exactly happened back in woodsboro because she wasnt ready. in fact, he never even seen her without a shirt on (because of the scars from amber and richie), but once he walked in at the wrong time while she was changing in complete accident (since they share a room) and he apologizes PROFUSELY but he cant help but stare. hes not even disgusted hes just kind of mesmerized by her. she gets insecure abt them and he lays her down and asks her abt them, how she got them. some scars were actually from stupid little things like slipping on a skateboard while carrying around a knife in a sheath that wasnt secured all the way so reader started carrying around switchblades after that (which she used to kill amber.) but he cant help but kiss them and tell her abt how beautiful she looks with them. so im just saying switch virgin! ethan and switch experienced reader (lost her v card to quinn first staying there but its a brief thing and isnt mentioned after that) just really soft sex between the two, ethan being a caring bf and after, realizes hes fucked up because hes genuinely fallen heads over heels for the girl he should hate. he knows he cant kill her, so now he doesnt know whats more important; avenging richie or being with the one he loves. choosing between his family, or choosing a life he wouldn't have with anyone else with someone that he loves more than life itself.

may had of gone overboard but im in love w this whole idea

↳❝Scars | Ethan Landry❞ˎˊ-

Warning - NSFW | p in v sex, fingering (f. receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), loss of virginity (Ethan), mentions of murder, scars and Ghostfaces. | lmk if I forgot anything!

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

A/N: okay so this was supposed to be a drabble then it was suddenly 1.6k words (don't ask me what happened), I hope whichever one of you requested this likes it, I TRIED I PROMISE and here's the link to request!

virgin! Ethan Landry x female! Reader

Ethan didn't ask about the scars for a week.

He didn't act any different despite seeing the ugly healed-up wounds all over your skin. Despite some of them being from playing around, most were from your fight with the Ghostfaces.

You thought he would be disgusted when he first saw them, the one second before he had closed his eyes, but there was no visible disgust on his face. Only concern.

And he had apologized so much that you practically pitied him.

Even now that you were on his lap, your lips tangled with his in a heated kiss. His hand on your nape, another hand on your hip. He hadn't ventured far yet, being as respectful as he could be.

All the while you felt yourself getting needy for his touch. After another heated kiss, you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips. Ethan's face was flushed with a crimson red, breathless from the kiss.

The hand on your hip went near the hem of your shirt and you felt yourself tense. "Can I?" He asked softly. You give him a nod, anticipating this time, he would feel disgusted. That he would leave you heartbroken.

He took off the shirt, his breath caught in his chest as your scars came into view.

The gashes were all over your skin. White healed tissue tinged with pink. "How?" He lets out a choked whisper. "Would you mind telling me how?" He said, again, his eyes looking into your so tenderly with no hint of disdain.

Taking in a deep breath, you nod and begin to tell your story, everything from your father dying and you killing Amber to get revenge, for the wounds you got from the fight. Everything.

"I know they aren't the prettiest to look at," you whispered, "I know I understand if you don't want to stay with m-" "Don't even finish that sentence," Ethan interrupted.

"Don't," he said in a firm tone, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with tears even if they didn't fall, he pulled you in for a hug. "You went through so much," he whispered, his voice filled with emotions, filled with care and love.

"Let me take care of you, they're not pretty but they're a part of you and I love these scars just as much as I love you." He said you felt yourself nearly getting to tears as well from his words but held yourself back.

"Okay," you whispered, "Take care of me."

And that's how you end up under him, bare for his lips to kiss all over your scarred skin. You let out encouraging purrs as his kisses travel down from your neck to your collarbone. A small cut was there due to negligence while handling knives. He licked the edges of the scar. You sighed as he continued to worship your body.

He finally reached your torso, and a huge gash was there. He had stopped kissing your skin now, staring at the pinkish tissue that was a huge contrast against your skin.

'Now,' you thought to yourself, 'He's gonna realize that you're just not worth it, not with all the baggage and the scars on your skin that come with it.'

"I wish I could kill them," he whispered, his lips brushing against the scar. His words made you melt because it was tinged with truth. There was no doubt in his mind that he would kill them if he had the chance.

He pressed wet kisses onto the scar, making you let out a small sigh. He then crawled on top of you again. His voice was filled with nerves as he whispered, "I have never done this before."

You cup his face with both of your hands and pressed a small kiss on his forehead. "I have," you whispered, you had lost your virginity to Quinn so you were at least aware of what you liked or not.

"I could teach you," you offered, "Figure out what we like or not together." His doe eyes fill with relief and he gives you a smile as an affirmation.

"I would love that," he said, leaning down for another kiss as his hand traveled down to your soaked panties. He lets out a gasp into your mouth as he feels the material cling to your fold.

He panted, "Oh- you're so wet. Is that all for me, darling?" The way he asked made your cunt clench, so breathless and in wonder. "Yeah, E," you whine as his fingers glide on your clothed pussy, the slight friction making you gush out more juices.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, and you nod. He slides down the panties, and throws them on the floor, making a mental note to take it for himself later.

He pressed his fingers to your folds, sliding them across your cunt until the tip of his finger finds your entrance. You let out a small gasp, feeling yourself clench. "Can I?' He whispered, and again you nod. "Go ahead, E," you whispered.

The first digit enters, making him whimper about how tight you are, and how warm your insides feel. Your inner walls pulsate around the single digit.

He pumps the digit in and out before his index finger also joins. A whimper escapes your lips as your pussy stretches to accommodate his digits. "Is it good?" He asked, the nervousness mixed with heat in his tone.

"Perfect," you assure him, "Just crook your fingers a bit and you'll find a spot, focus on that for me, E." He eagerly does what you asked, his fingers finding your G-spot and pressing into it every time he thrusts his digits inside.

You moan, your hips bucking into his touch. Getting a bit more confidence from your pleasurable sounds, Ethan goes even faster. Your walls begin to pulse with the familiar need to snap the tension that was building but you didn't wanna cum so soon.

"Stop," you whispered and Ethan pulled back immediately with a questioning gaze. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, concerned, "Did I hurt you? I am sorry."

You chuckled, "Nothing like that, my love. I was close…" You bite your lip, hesitating about saying the words that you knew would sound crude, "Wanna cum on your cock for the first time."

His eyes widened at your request. He nods obediently, pulling off his shirt with one hand and taking off his belt so he can slip out from the rest of his clothes.

His cock looked painfully hard with his cockslit leaking pre-cum all over his length. He stroked his cock to elevate some of his own needs.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he whispered, as he slotted his girth near your entrance. His cockhead getting coated into your slick. You shake your head, "I want it, Ethan. So much."

He gives you a nod. He buries his face into the crook of your neck as he slowly slides into your warmth. Inch by inch, his cock stretches out your pussy, your inner walls molding into the shape of his length. He lets out whines as his veins sizzle with pleasure.

You felt his dick pulse and twitch as he whined, "Gonna cum. Gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Your hand goes to his hair to harshly tug at the brown curls. Effectively distracting him from the overwhelming pleasure. "Sushh, baby," you whispered, "It's okay. It's okay." He groans, "Babe…" You hum in reassurance. You make your pussy clench around his dick. Your walls squeezing his cock so suddenly makes his hips jerk into you, his cockhead grazing your g-spot.

You moan near his ear. "Like that," you whispered, "Take care of me."

It took him a few more moments to get used to the vice grip on his cock, the wetness, and the warmth before he began shallowly thrust into you.

He pressed kisses all over your neck, your throat, your breasts. Marking the places near your scars so you can remember this night. Both of you let out noises of pleasure.

He begins to thrust deeper than before as your nails dig into his back and he gets faster as well. Humping into you now, his mind getting lost in the sensation of your velvet heat.

"Am I doing all right?" He whines as his hips keep meeting yours. "Perfect," you moan in reply. His hips begin to snap faster, his thrusts deeper than before, filling you up. You moan louder as you keep getting filled with his cock. Your pussy begins to spasm around his length as the heat fills your tummy.

You were getting close with each snap of his hips. "You getting close, baby?" He moans, his lips now brushing against yours. "Cum on my dick, please, babe!" He begs, as he gets more desperate, his thrusts getting sloppy and losing their consistent pace.

Your free hand goes down to your folds to find your clit. Your thumb rubs fast circles onto the bud. You felt the telltale signs of your climax. Your stomach is coiling, just waiting to explode.

"Please, cum on my cock," Ethan whines again, his lips crashing with yours in a filthy open-mouth kiss. That snapped the tension your body was holding, you moaned into his mouth as your pussy began to squeeze his cock repeatedly. Your cunt milking his cock for all its worth. As soon as he feels your inner walls spasm and contract with a shallow thrust, he begins to cum.

He pants as his cum leaks out, too fucked out to pull out. You were both tired. Both emotionally and physically drained, it doesn't take long for you to sleep.

Ethan lays awake though, feeling the heat of your body beside him. Hearing you breath. He closed his eyes, and an image was in front. In which you're dead and cold.

He couldn't have that. He can't kill you anymore. Not after this. Not after promising forever with you, not after marking you and kissing your every scar.

He would have to choose in the future and he would choose you.

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yourlocaltreesimp · 6 months

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All Chained Up

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Chapter 1: Days drift past

At the beginning of every good story, there’s two key things. The first being nothing, the way of simplistic sleepy life that days drift past in a haze. Small things like running around with your friends as children, staining your pants with grass as you tumble through weedy fields or stacks of work and the cramp in your wrist as you write… minute things that fill up time. But then comes something that disrupts the simplicity. Something that holds your comfort captive. It hangs over the characters in whatever book read or game played until the issue is resolved with a fitting amount of fighting. You supposed your life was much the same, at least half of it. Days slipped past your fingers in paperwork and assignments, unable to break from the chains you found yourself wrapped in. Bills needed to be paid and there were fewer ways to do that. At some point, you stopped waiting for something to change. You stopped waiting for some villain to make themselves known. You stopped waiting for your story to begin. The tired sigh that racked your body was one you were well acquainted with. The cycle of burnout and exhaustion never truly left- if there was anything hanging over your head, it’d be that, not some petty villain. The thought almost made you laugh, the exhale you let out amused. You got into bed, knowing that the next day you’d be met with the same things and the same people. The same lines and patterns of your days. You always felt out of place, like some bird trapped in a cage, that you were one of a kind. But surely if you had that thought, you couldn’t be that different… but that nagging feeling gnawed at your ribs like carnal fear. Something you’d forgotten- something you yourself couldn’t rectify.

You were not met with your bedroom when you woke up. In fact, you weren’t sure if you were met with much of anything. The world before you was blank and cool. An endless expanse of darkness that nothing could cut through. Your joints were stiff as you moved them, grasping at the empty space in front of you.

“What?” Your voice was quiet, as if the sound did not reflect. It felt like you were moving through water to look around you, resistance meeting your movements. You searched for anything aside from yourself, but when you turned, you weren’t met with much. More darkness and a small ball of light, no larger than a marble, dimly glowing. It hummed quietly when you held it in your hands, something familiar that you couldn’t quite recall. But you weren’t given the time to consider it. Instead, you heard voices. Small whispering chitters- overlapping one another in a wave of sound you couldn’t decipher.

“They’re here! I cant bel- We’ve missed you. W- You won’t leave again wil- The King. Get the King.” The voices cut after the final utter, and you were left with far more questions than ideal. They hissed and whispered, so close to being legible and yet so muffled. The whispers only increased in frequency and volume until one cold voice cut across them all.

“Quiet.” His voice was that of such authority that you yourself felt small in comparison. It pierced through you, cracking your ribs and heading straight to where you were most vulnerable. His voice crackled like static, something so unnatural. The symphony of little voices fell quiet as asked. You turned to face this man, the one who they called ‘the King’. His hair was a snow white fluffy as tufts of it brushed past his cheekbones, skin that of a pale grey. His face was sharp, as if carved from marble, perfect and smooth. His eyes were what caught you. For they held no sclera and were instead glowing vats of red. The kind that put roses to shame for their redness, and yet were just as captivating. He examined you as you did him, though his expression was that of utter reverence, as though he was looking at god themself. The sharpness you saw softened, his lips parting and angular eyebrows furrowing in something of concern. He stepped forward but you stepped back.

“It really is you.” His voice no longer hissed, instead it was clear and quiet- a secret shared between the two of you. You and this man you did not know. You and this man who has chosen to show himself as a threat.

This man who called out to you so wholly that it was terrifying. They say animals will most often not understand nor recognize themselves when met with a reflection, so perhaps this was the inverse.

“You’ve returned to me” He sounds relieved, albeit crazed. The glint in his eyes the same as an addict awaiting their next hit, and you fear he’s found it in you.

“What do you…” Your voice fails you and you trail off, caught off guard as he takes another step forward.

“Oh my dearest… You can’t have forgotten me, can you?” He smirks, his voice curling in a way that has you questioning if he was taunting you. But the amusement fades when his examination sees that you do not look upon him with the same familiarity. You’re scared. A deer caught in a trap with no way to escape, only to await the inevitable. “No matter. You will remember soon.” He returns to half talking to himself and you, nodding to comfort himself. He fiddles with something in his hands, marbles, you think. They faintly glow as he rolls them from palm to palm with a stretching smile, baring his teeth. They vary in colour slightly, from magenta, to lime, to cerulean, each humming a slightly different tune, winding to make a harmony. You count 9 marbles, each clearly meant to mean more than what they currently are… but the number holds no significance.

“I kept them safe for you my dear… But I will admit I've had my fun. Don’t fret, I haven't caused too much harm… yet.” He smiles, a sly grin as he holds them out to you, along with your own small one you disregarded until now. And as they pile into your hand, you feel you slip past yourself, and away from your own body.

#all chained up #all chained up boom #linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #yandere linked universe #linked universe x reader #link x reader #link x you #yandere linked universe x reader #x reader #yandere link x reader #lu dink #fir’s library

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r0-boat · 8 months

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Hear me out, flying type hybrid darling using their wings to hug their partner.

Like 'preening' their partner's hair and hiding their feathers in their partner's clothes; chirping / hooting happily when their partner come back home with hands full of their feathers like a silly game

(Can be anyone you like I just cant get this thought out my head haha)

Now I am absolutely obsessed with shipping Larry with monster reader. And when I saw Harpy reader I dived for it aaa.

The characters I will do is Larry, Warden Ingo, Leon,

Various characters (pokemon) reaction to their beloved as a flying type hybrid harpy.

Larry

You just showed up one night scratching in his back door with your sharp claws. You were looking for nesting material the day before you never asked a human for some this human seemed shocked But ultimately gave you some cloth it was strong yet soft and smelled nice. This human was nice : )

As a flying-type trainer, he knows some of the mannerisms you have. He thinks it's cute when you preen his hair or make a small nest out of his clothes because you missed him. Sometimes, he would show you how humans court and then do the same thing to you

And his coworkers and boss are none the wiser when he starts finding feathers in his suit all day. They just assumed that he had a new flying type Pokemon and not a hybrid birb spouse. Even so, coming to work covered in feathers isn't professional, but he can't bring himself to tell you to stop. He knows you're doing this out of love for him. Maybe Larry will ask you if he could wear one feather and put it in his pocket.

Your feathers are just so soft when you wrap your wings around him. He can't help but cuddle into you and fall asleep. He can feel your nails thread through his hair, mimicking the way he touches you.

Before stepping into his house, he could hear the excited tapping of your feet as you do your happy dance. The little bird hops with your feathers all fluffed before yelling his name and throwing feathers all over the place. His home life has never been this exciting, and he can't help but smile.

Warden Ingo

You struggle the flap of your wings, kicking up the snow on the ground. The Searing pain in your left wing and arm is almost overwhelming. Your energy is slowly draining as your body struggles to keep warm. Your feathery down kept you from freezing for a while, but how long will that last? Has the wind begun to pick up? You hold your broken arm close to your chest, trying to keep in your subs of pain as you huddle your wings closer together, desperate to cling to any ounce of warmth; your vision blurs and your brain tells your body to conserve energy. The only thing you saw when you began to blackout was a man in a long coat approaching.

You were protective of the man who saved your life—wrapping your wings around him not only for affection but also for protection. For some reason, this human was drawn to you. Your beautiful white wings and Feathers jogging his memory of something, though not enough to figure out why.

Every time his Warden duties called, he would leave his cabin even though he had sworn he would go you home somehow, always following him, stalking him in the distance until he was alone. Then, you would appear either from a high ledge of a cliff or a dark cave to brush yourself up against him, cooing for his affection.

Every time he falls asleep, he wakes up to his jacket being stolen and wrapped around you, not that he Minds that you wear it, though he has to tell you to be careful; those sharp talons of yours could easily rip a new hole.

The Striking eyes of his remind you of a Braviary hybrid. You can't help but Preen his hair and put some of your feathers in it. You coo in Delight of how handsome he is. Cuddling close to him and playing and tugging on his clothes.

Leon

Wherever he was, this was definitely not the Pokemon Center. In fact, this wasn't a town at all. He didn't even know how he got so high up in the mountains. Leon swore he was following a path. As he continued to wander, getting himself more and more lost, it wasn't before long that the sun began to set. Still, he took this challenge with a smile despite being low on supplies. He was in the wilderness. They're sure to be some berries somewhere. However, before the sun dipped below the horizon, he saw a blur Bolt from the tree to the dense foliage. It was like lightning, but he could have sworn he saw feathers. The figure was a human shape, a hybrid, perhaps? It stood at a distance where he could barely see it. It stood there tilting its head almost as if it wanted him to follow. As he followed the creature until they were nowhere in sight, that's when he realized he was back on the path.

Almost every encounter with you was by pure chance. You don't even know how he does it; a dumb human gets lost, and then you guide him back suddenly. A month later, he's back?! What the heck?? What is this human's deal!? is he trying to get himself killed?!

You only watch the human to make sure he doesn't get himself killed, not because you think the human is attractive. And you absolutely didn't swoon when you saw that he was wearing the feather you dropped as a necklace.

But unbeknownst to you Leon wasn't just adventuring for adventuring sake he was looking for you. Oh yes the mysterious hybrid that led him back to the path on that night he met you. Hybrids are already so rare, and when you caught his eye, he couldn't help but relive the memory. He not only wanted to meet you, but he wanted to get to know you to understand you. And you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you.

Even though you're instincts told you to court him as a potential mate, you knew that as a human, he couldn't be trusted, but somehow, Leon knew that , he knew that you were wary of him. He didn't blame you. How could he? Thus begins the slow build of trust and your relationship

#Pokemon x reader #warden ingo #leon x reader #pokemon leon #larry pokemon #pokemon larry #Gym leader Larry #champion leon #pokemon headcannons #gn!reader #Pla #pokemon swsh #larry x reader

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years

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— metaphors about running | k. bakugou

The thing about running somewhere, what they don’t tell you, is that it’s all about momentum.

Inertia. To move and keep moving blind to circumstances. Any trackstar worth a dime will tell you as much. To encourage movement, many runners will see the track as life or death. Our bodies naturally response to fear — fight or flight. To flee, to hold onto instinct and run fast is all contingent on your momentum.

Katsuki Bakugou is 19 when he meets you for the first time. In a dingy bar, as a friend of a friend. You look like you don’t want to be there just like he doesn’t and you bond mutually over the fact. He’d blamed the chemistry on drinking. A little alcohol could turn him into the Pope, really. And you were clever, as expected of Jirou’s friends. And the world is terribly unkind to Katsuki at 19 — before he’s really anything but a rookie trying to prove himself.

A world that tends to swallow him up like a boat in a seastorm. Left defenseless to the lofty dreams he set out for himself at 4 that he refuses to let go of - he thinks maybe he liked you because you cared nothing at all. He relished in your normalcy. Your normal job and normal friends and normal hobbies. Even your offhanded jabs seemed like they came from a life that was easily fulfilled by simplicity. Perhaps it’s a sort of magnetism, that pull he feels to your neutrality. Your completeness.

It’s a light jog at first. It starts that way. Your friend group casually meshes and little by little - your face appears in the back if Katsukis mind. He cant remember the last time he thought about anyone but himself. It’s a light, aimless jog. A directionless way of maintaining distance on something that seemed to keep closing in. When hanging out on free weekends didn’t feel bother some and when text messages became thing to look forward to. He stopped putting his phone on DND. When the gap widened, Katsuki had no choice but to pull away.

Then he’s… running. With less intent but more effort, Katsuki finds himself in a place where his body puts up walls and dashes from them. Somewhere in the back — he can hear them being shattered but he doesn’t turn his head to look. At 22, he opens his own agency and tops the Hero Chart all in the same year. His list of accolades and list of tasks only expands and his time is shorter than ever before. He understands the phrase time is running out, also hinging on the concept of inertia. At this point in his career, he hasn’t stopped back to look but can feel you chasing him without an effort. Like a shadow wrapped around his ankles.

His agency lets you in without checking ID. Just last week you organized his desk when he fell asleep on it and apparently you went shopping with his mom. His dad knows your name because he calls you it, instead of some crude and unremarkable nickname. Emotions are as finnicky as the sands of time, Katsuki knows it best. Maybe the reason all of his feelings for you seem to remain clear and steady is because he had failed to consider everything.

He takes you as a plus one to a wedding at 24. You drink too much and sleep on his shoulders on the cab ride home - dressed extra nice. You were nervous because it was your first public Hero wedding, and the words “not the last” slipped out of his mouth. Past his lips and into your hands, where you held them careful. You smiled the same smile you always do, the one that sends Katsuki flying backwards.

The thing about running is that you normally have a place where you want to end up. Sometimes its the finish line. Other times, you’re a child racing your parent home or a student racing to get cover from rain but there’s always somewhere to be and always things around you to consider. The weather and the terrain. At 24, Katsuki is tracing the curve your hips and wondering.

Maybe, there’s something about where he is that makes everything feels so stagnant. That this isn’t a straight line in the opposite direction but a venture around the Earth. Maybe he’s running against time, an invisble thing that’s left his heart pumping for you the same. At 19, at 22, at 24. Five years is only one grain of sand in times hourglass, but somehow Katsuki feels buried under it all the same.

For a moment, he sprints. His body isn’t what it used to be. At 25, he has an argument with you he can’t escape from. When the adrenaline runs out, the anxiety kicks in. When your body is just ready to stop, when the physical toll touches your muscles and splinters into your soul. A tough year with a lot of loss. Sharp words that make his mouth fill with iron like he bit his tongue while trying to talk. You’ll never fucking understand me, he says bitter and tired so stop getting in my fucking way.

Months pass after that argument, but the hurt on your expression is something Katsukis mind can’t forget. You’re still friends technically. He knows you’re there but it’s different now. Like a torn muscle, ripped to shreds. Katsuki feels his legs give in when his 27th birthday passes and all he recieves is a voice memo. It’s not something to call a break-up, but what word is there for the inconceivable loss of you? A piece of him goes missing. Like somewhere along the way, your shadows merged.

He stops running at 27. It’s slow at first, then he’s skidding to a halt and stumbling over himself. When he stops to look around, it dawns on him. He’d been running in circles all this time. For 8 years, he’s run the same distance all to find himself drawn back to you. Always you, inevitably you.

Every part of his body aches when he drags himself to your door to beg for your forgiveness. To pray that, you’d been keeping up with him too. You open the door and your face is still prettier than the moon. For the first time, Katsuki is motionless. Steady as he studies your face, your puffy eyes and pouting lips. It’s unlike him to be so still. A statue, tongue tied by the feelings in his throat. Even after you invite him in, and he sits - his chest is tight.

When Katsuki stops running, he takes a deep breath. You offer him a drink, and it’s one you know he likes. When Katsuki stops running, his elbows rest on his knees and he’s got his eyes closed. When Katsuki stops running, he only thinks one thing. His head is clear. His heart is slowly returning to its steady pace. Love is a motionless, floaty thing.

“Fuck, I love you. I really fucking love you.”

When Katsuki is no longer running, his vision clears to see your smile. A teary grin. His heart is so calm.

“I love you too, idiot.”

#aristotle.txt #writing tag #bakugou x reader #i love he

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toxicruins101 · 1 year

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"I'm sorry" Tommyinnit x Male! Emotionless! Reader.

PLATONIC

Angst

TW: Screaming, blood, injuries, fighting, swearing, guilt tripping.

Read at your own risk.

Tommy had always enjoyed m/n's company, even though he acted like a robot and had zero clue of how a human acts.

Tommy didn't know why but m/n had never shown any emotion it was like his body and mind were blocking off that part of him, tommy always wondered what m/n's personality would be like.

Would he be sarcastic, playful and happy?

Or dramatic, quiet and skillful?

Yet as of now to Tommy m/n was a total ass.

Tommy walked by the oath to his house holding his arm blocking it from freeing more blood as his eye was bruised and closed blood and injuries covered his arms and face as he walked.

M/n ran behind him untroubled with a blank face catching up to him while slowing down at his side.

Tommy turned and went to his house ignoring his friend and went inmideatly to a chest taking some bandages and a healing potion, he drank the potion and some minor injuries closed up.

He started at the chest and if items could die that chest would be long gone.

M/n stood behind him.

"Tommy?" he heard m/n's blank voice behind him but he only glared harder at the chest a million thoughts swarming his head.

"Tommy." spoke m/n again but this time only hatred swarmed his head as the burning sensation of despair, hate, sadness, bubbled in his chest as he wanted to scream, fight, cry, create a ruckus.

But nothing came out, just pure silence.

"what the fuck is wrong with you." spoke Tommy his voice has never been deadlier

He frased his words like a question yet it was anything but

"huh?..." spoke m/n confusion sparked across his features yet he knew better

"you heard me, what the FUCK, is wrong with you?!" screamed Tommy while turning around and looking at m/n tears welling up in his eyes

"AND YOU JUST WATCHED AS THAT MONSTER, THAT MONSTER-" spoke Tommy but got cut off

"Dream?" asked m/n

Tommy got his sword out and pointed it at m/n's neck, tears threatening to fall at any given moment.

"Dont" he spoke a dangerous tone to his voice as his grip on the sword never flattered neither did it's position on m/n's neck

M/n just stared at the sword with no fear and no emotion seen, he raised his hand and tried to love it away but Tommy's grip was firm and stayed there.

M/n simply stared at the cuts on his fingers as the blood spread around his fingers but he didn't mind it he just took Tommy's left over bandages and wrapped them around his fingers making sure they were tight so they stopped the bleeding.

"what's wrong?" Spoke m/n as he looked at tommy who had been glaring at him the whole time, fists clenched in anger.

"everything

Everything is fucking wrong

Your supposed to be my friend, someone i can trust"

Spoke tommy getting angrier by the minute

Hatred filling his veins as his thoughts and reason became blinded by rage.

"yet you fucking watched as that monster brought me to the brink of death." Tommy said tears threatening to fall again and his voice started getting closer and closer to screaming.

"but you wanted to fight him, you challenged him if I remember" you said as a matter of fact.

"yes, but if you were thinking straight you'd know that when your FRIEND is getting his ass kicked by his ENEMY, YOU'D STEP IN TO SAVE THEM INSTEAD OF WATCHING AS IF THIS WAS SOME TYPE OF FUCKING CIRCUS" screamed tommy at m/n as the only thing processing through his brain was anger.

Before m/n could respond tommy continued his speech.

"I'D LIKE TO THINK THAT THE PERSON I'VE KNOWN FOR YEARS WOULD HAVE MY BACK, FUCKING EXCUSE ME FOR ASSUMING YOU'D AT LEAST BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THAT"

"JUST BECAUSE YOU CANT PROCESS EMOTION DOESN'T MEAN YOU AREN'T FUCKING HUMAN, DO YOU EVEN HAVE A THOUGHT PROCESS OR DO YOU JUST STAND THERE ALL DAY WATCHING PEOPLE GET BEATEN UP AND DO NOTHING ABOUT IT, CAUSE OH POOR YOU CANT FEEL A FUCKING THING."

"HOW ABOUT INSTEAD OF STANDING ALL DAY DOING NOTHING YOU DO SOMETHING WORTHWHILE WITH YOUR LIFE AND GET A FUCKING MOVE ON ASSHOLE."

Tommy screamed at you without making eye contact and turning around to gather more things

Honestly he was fucking tired of your behaviour, he cared about you but sometimes enough is enough

God, he reminded himself of Wilbur in pogtopia screaming at him for every little thing he did wrong.

Did he go to far?

No it's fine, m/n probably-

He heard the sound of water falling on the hard floor and looked outside

It wasn't raining, then-

Tommy turned around and saw m/n there wide eyes as tears fell after one another from his eyes.

He went to speak but was cut off by his own raggedy breathing

M/n composed himself and looked down as he continued crying.

"I'm sorry" spoke his voice this time filled with guilt and sorrow.

(A/n: I really want to do a enemies to lovers story with dream on here, would you guys like that? It would be like all the other stories on my page but it would be much more emotional so if you guys don't want that then just tell me so yeeeahhh)

#fanfic #writing #dsmp fic #reader insert #dsmp lore #x male reader #dsmp x reader #male reader #dsmp tommy #tommy x reader #tommy mcyt #dsmp angst

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merv606 · 22 days

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I know some people are out there hoping Daniel will escape from Terry but I’m like…HELL NO!! I want that pretty little twink thoroughly destroyed and Terry totally triumphant. Daniel is Terry’s and always has been. I want Terry to out a ring on it! 🤣 ♥️

😈

More?” Daniel slurs out, a soft noise he refuses to call a whimper coming from him as Terry’s arm wraps around his midsection - he swears it’s swollen from the older man’s cum - as Terry arranges him to his liking. Mere seconds later and Terry’s cock is already back rubbing against Daniel’s entrance, slightly sore, clearly from being thoroughly used - but willing still it seems as he cants his hips the best he can - all to the praise of the older man which just has him clenching, forcing more of Terry’s come out of him, making his crack event wetter; more obscene.

How is Terry still hard?

The sound of the tube of lube which really, embarrassingly, isn’t needed - at all; not with what’s coming out of him, having taken more loads than he can even count - open and gaping. Even when he clenches he swears it doesn’t close all the way. Still, Terry loves him like this - so wet and open; clearly fucked within an inch of his life.

Hands massaging his ass, the older man’s thumbs delving between his cheeks, parting them.

The sound of Terry touching himself to the sight of Daniel’s hole; fucked open and painted in white.

Terry has collected art from all over the world and knows nothing in his collection or that he’s ever seen for that matter would ever compare. Daniel will always be the most priceless thing he owns.

“Absolutely perfect.”

A finger is gently pressed up through the mess, and Daniel knows without looking that the older man is sucking said finger into his own mouth, and he shuts his eyes as Terry groans.

“Terry, no,” Daniel whimpers, knowing what’s coming but it doesn’t stop the older man from putting his lips to his ass next.

He jerks forward, knowing that Terry will just tighten his grip, pull Daniel back into place. There is no going where Terry doesn’t want him to go; especially so if it’s away from him.

Sure enough, large hands tighten on the hold on his hips, fingers digging into the already bruised soft flesh of his hips.

It’s not that it doesn’t feels good - quite the opposite - it feels so fucking good but the fact that Terry’s mouth is on him like this - his cum oozing out of him … it’s so filthy which Daniel would can’t admit to himself (yet) that that’s part of the appeal.

“You know you taste good like this.”

Back to the older man’s face buried between Daniel’s cheeks eating him out, Daniel humping back against his husband’s face, trying, and failing not to sound like a cat in heat.

Too desperate to come, he’s reaching back to hold himself open, completely on display for the older man, clenching to show Terry the state his cock has left him in. The sight of that, his hole clearly owned, and the ring on Daniel’s left hand marking him as Terry’s through and through as he tries to tempt his husband.

“God, you can’t even keep it inside can you honey?”

He needs to come, and he comes hardest when something is inside him, trained well by the older man, so he moans out, “so put more in me.”

“Fuck, what you do to me,” and while Terry’s voice is rough, there’s an awe there, love dripping from every word, like the cum dripping from his ass. Lining up, first teasing the head of his cock against his husband’s greedy hole, just to see him try to fuck back on it before judging it back inside. Terry watches the hole open easily to the intrusion, his cock head keeping him open, before he pushes the next few inches inside.

Normally he’d be griping the sheets, making himself relax to take it - if it was the first time that night that he was Terry inside but now he’s too open and used, so relaxed he simply lies on his belly, legs splayed open, for the older man to use him as he sees fit.

Bottoming out, his hips flush to Daniel’s ass; cock so deep Daniel can taste it.

Pulling out only to see the gap, the white on his cock from the cum already inside him - he filled his boy good and deep.

Fucking back in, squealing wet noise - the soundtrack of desire - as Terry has him again and again and again, fucking more out than in.

Destroyed now, as willingly as he could be; ruined for anyone else but Terry.

#short and sweet #i got an ask 🤩#ask #cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso #mercy is a sharp knife

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innocent-cat · 1 year

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Can I get some genji and/or ashe x reader comfort for a reader whose friends broke off friendship with them? im going thru it man

I'm sorry to hear you aren't doing too well:'( BUT I LOVE ASHE AND GENJI SO I WILL POUR MY SOUL INTO HEAD CANONS OF COMFORT FOR YOU

for lack of better context clueing, youre dating genji and ashe in these scenarios.

(A/N - pls specify /p and /r you guys confuse me and make me think im doin the whole thing wrong(っ◞‸◟ c))

Ashe Caledonia x Reader Genji Shimada x Reader Head cannons

Warnings - None

"Homesick", Ashe x Reader, Genji x Reader

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Ashe

Ashe had been wondering where you had been all day, and you had scared her a little

You hadn't responded to her calls, texts, and let alone read her texts.

All she could think about was how she could have gotten you killed just because of her living the life she strode

Coming home to you curled on your bed SHATTERED her bro

i don't care how cold hearted she is she loves you with her whole heart and wants to comfort you in any way possible immediately

"Hey- hey- darling? Are you alright?"

if you had said yes she would have said something jokingly snarky about how 'you aint' okay n she can tell'

She of course rushed to your side kneeling, rubbing your back, kissing your head, and whispering to you whats wrong

she genuinely wants nothing more than to help comfort you in this moment and its amazing

When you eventually explain to her that one of your closer friends had decided it's best to cut ties with you, she can't help but look at you with pity

"Oh my love.. I'm so sorry about that"

Expect cuddles. ur the small spoon.

movie night for the rest of the day

she literally just hold you in her arms 'protecting' you from harms way

Still rubbing circles into your back when you fall asleep

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Genji

Poor boy thinks you ran away in the night when you're ignoring him

he's genuinely terrified he's gonna go home and UR NOT GONNA BE THERE

he's literally crossing his fingers that you're laying in your shared bed with him when he opens the door to the house

HEAVY sigh of relief when he sees you're safe and did not in fact abandon him

im so tired right now guys

he low key walks to the bed slowly like you're gonna leave the moment you hear him creeping around

"Helllo?｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)"

so confused and soft spoken mann

he literally went to poke you before you turned around and just

hugged him

completely full body embrace wrapped this confused boy

okay he's now less terrified but more terrified for you

"Whats wrong??"

When you tell him what happened he's kinda just like

(・へ・)

It's not his fault guys he's just a little skringly

After an awkward few moments he starts rubbing circles into your back, and low-key playing with your hair

"What can I do to help?"

literally anything.

so you did.

you guys played Mario kart all night and he let you win every race

like. he'd go out of his way to fuck with the COMS just to make sure they don't beat you

He's playing dry bone bowser. I don't make the rules, but I also kinda do

Literally just giggling your sadness away with him doing stupid things to impress you or make you laugh

even if you cant tell he's trying like. super duper hard to make you happy

#genji #genji shimada x reader #genji shimada #ashe overwatch #ashe #ashe overwatch x reader #ashe x reader #ashe coledania #overwatch #overwatch2 #x reader

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gregoftom · 9 months

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ever just watch and replay the kiss to feel some emotion in your chest

the commitment to it the length of it the softness the firmness the eyes closed the eye open and unwavering in their contact the holding of his head the touch to his cheek and shoulder the pause on leaving to turn and nod, like the need to linger there, the want, the more that could be but doesn't come, the lack of words, the unfettered emotion

the length of time of that fucking press of lips to greg's forehead. the most raw outpouring of tenderness. of gratefulness. of getting to have and to hold and to keep. of being overcome by happiness and the expression of that is to kiss greg with such affection and care

to linger on that for as long as he genuinely wants to

to feel feel feel

to be almost in tears by it!

to be surprised by his own self for doing it. to have acted without inhibition, and that's what came

it's the softest thing in the world

and when he releases the kiss, to behold this angelic face in his palms...

ohhh my heart is aching for him.

and he had to remove himself from the corporate room of wives and bosses to let himself experience something so in need of pouring out of him. to be able to express that in front of greg, with greg. his release, his escape, his levity, his friendship, his comforting anchor of security. the one he's found and orbits to constantly since. the one he wouldn't want to do this without. a partner. a grounding presence. someone to be free around. someone he doesn't need to hide any part of himself around. he can be a prick, he can be macho, he can be loving, he can be feminine, he can be playful, he can be flirty, he can be sad, he can be tired, he can be grumpy, he can be nurturing, he can be seen in his socially weak moments without embarrassment or fear, and in fact taking greg's metaphorical hand to help him so openly. he'll be closed-off and angry at times but he can be weak and vulnerable. he shows his belly with undoubting trust.

greg's his one person I don't think he should ever have to go without in his life

(and really they should spoon and fall asleep together about it)

christ anon you want me dead!!! bc alllll of this - and the way tom does a little gulp and blinks afterwards, like he almost cant believe he did that, the way greg searches tom’s eyes for the joke, for a razz, and it doesn’t come, only genuineness and affection so he nods, understanding, his hands clasped almost in prayer like he’s a disciple of this hurricane of a man. the way tom’s fingers pet the back of greg’s head, such a tender action and something he knows greg likes, to soothe and answer his question; is it real?

yes greg, yes it is. realer than anything in this shitass world where people put on a meatsuit and pretend every day of their lives. it’s real with you. i’m real with you.

and about the belly thing, SO true but an actual visual example of this is the wrist in america decides - he exposes his wrist which is a vital weak spot to greg when greg takes the coke from it, representing so much in terms of their relationship. tom can’t help but expose himself, he loves greg so much. and despite it getting him burned greg loves him too, kissing his hand when pretending to snort the drugs [toms ring hand btw, which shows subservience indicating that greg Likes to be in that kind of position with tom and thus chooses to be and explains his pure joy at the sticker scene] bc these mfs are so desperate to press lips to one another that they find any way they can. skin other than mouth because they’re both too afraid to do that but they find any way they can because they want each other so badly.

they should you’re SO right and tom jetpacks greg, we seen that boy wrap his own arm around himself, he wants to be cuddled! needs to be! so he’d be so at peace and happy and feel so safe to have tom’s thick and warm arm around him.

IKR damn like. that really happened!!! and greg did the same in 4.08!!! damn these bitches are gay!!!! good for them!!! good for them…

#tomgreg #now I cant stop thinking about itttt ughhhgbdbf #whenever i see the gif of forehead kiss i brrrrrrrrrr

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https://www.tumblr.com/wegonbealright-09/733984937653534720/still-cant-wrap-my-head-around-the-fact-that?source=share

Just a genuine question how did you as an ex shipper did not caught on this earlier? I mean we really don't call our loved ones like that Especially if that person cares for you so much and buys you good all the time. If ppl think this is some drama where bullying was the form of love then it's not. Idk how can jkkrs still defend that shit saying "but jm never had any problem" like that's jm you're talking about.

Must be nice for all the members to see jm's arts in museums when they called him ugly. Mfkrs never saw their faces in mirror seems like..i get the jokes and shit but you don't joke about someone's insecurity unless you're also making fun of your own self.

Man how i wish jk come across some YouTube videos where that mfkrs is basically bullying jm and he should see how much of an ass he was towards someone who cared most for him. "I only did that with you cause i like you" yeah shithead i didn't see you calling RM ugly or Ranking him last?? Making fun of jm's looks when he knew jm used to be insecure about some of the things looks being one as they say his looks are not typical kpop idol. I hope that same thing came back to them ten times.

anyways, the boy they used to mock for looks get's his face framed in museums while others just visits it.

The bullying and him not having a reason as to why he used to hate Jimin (although he denied multiple times but boy we're not stupid actions speak louder than words) are one of the things that used to make me as a shipper uncomfortable because as much as Jokers romanticized these things I just couldn't and still can't get over the disrespect.

It feels like he'll loose ten years of his life if he compliments Jimins looks. I'm imagining his reaction to this Dior campaign, imagine seeing his face everywhere you go with a face looking like a rat high on marijuana.

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portwellbabes · 1 year

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A Caswell Apology

EJ got up off his very comfortable position on the couch and dragged his feet over to open the front door. Lately, he found it hard to find the motivation to do anything but sulk on his bed or couch.

He went over to open the front door, at first blinded slightly by the sunlight but then surprised to see his cousin at the door. She was shivering and bundled up in a coat, scarf, and gloves. He hadn’t really realized when summer had slowly transitioned into Utah’s typical cold fall weather. Huh, had it been that long since EJ stepped outside his house?

“Oh Ash! Hey, come in.”

Ashlyn smiled at him graciously before stepping into the house, taking off her shoes and many layers.

“Um, it’s a surprise to see you here” EJ mumbled awkwardly, “My parents aren’t really home”

Ashlyn’s heart broke at the fact that EJ assumed she was at his place for his parents and not for him. She really needed to fix things with her cousin.

“No actually, I’m here for you”

EJ tilted his head slightly in confusion. Ashlyn sighed, trying to form a proper apology. But she couldn’t at the moment so she just threw her arms around her cousin, pulling him in for a tight hug. A hug that she should’ve given him months ago, at the beginning of the summer. EJ blinked before reciprocating as he tried to make sense of why his cousin was so troubled.

“Ashlyn, hey. What’s wrong?”

“EJ I’m… I’m so sorry!” she blurted out as her eyes glossed over with tears.

“Sorry? Whatever are you sorry for Ash?”

Ashlyn had broken out into intermittent sobs so EJ pulled her to the couch with one hand behind her back as he massaged her to try and calm her down.

“I’m such a horrible… cousin!” she said in between sobs, “I completely neglected you this whole summer when you needed me the most! I cant believe I didn’t realize- And after everything you do for me!”

EJ looked at her sadly. While he didn’t want to admit it, he had been lacking in his favorite confidant and counselor or a cousin this whole summer. Although he had Val by his side to keep him sane, Ashlyn knew a lot about the relationship he and his father had which he hadn’t told anyone. But if EJ ever felt neglected, he definitely did not show it.

“Hey, hey, look at me. You are not a horrible cousin Ashlyn. You had your own things going own this summer, with Maddox and Val and stuff” EJ spoke softly, squeezing her hand.

Ashlyn chuckled, “Why are you like this Eej?”

EJ tilts his head away from her, confused at her comment.

“Why are you so nice?” she blurts out exasperately. “You make excuses for people’s actions towards you even if they don’t deserve it. You put everyone’s needs above everyone else. You forgive too easily. Eej this why your dad takes control of your life! This is why you and Gina-“

EJ raises his eyebrows, letting go of Ashlyn’s hand. She immediately stops herself, looking at him concerned. A wave of guilt washes over her as she scrambles to stop EJ from punishing himself for the downfall of his relationship.

“I didn’t mean that… you were not- are not why Gina broke up with you.. it was“ she looks at EJ’s eyes avoiding hers and takes his hand in hers, “either way, she didn’t deserve you Eej.”

EJ looks up at her with shock in his eyes

“Ash, she’s your best friend” “And you’re my cousin”

He looks at her dumbfounded as Ashlyn continues.

“I know she’s my best friend and my roommate but that doesn’t mean she can’t make mistakes. And the way she treated your relationship wasn’t right. I mean I can’t even imagine what it would feel like if Big Red strung me along in a relationship while he had feelings for someone else. I should’ve realized that. I shouldn’t have…” she looks up at him sadly, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you that day during rehearsals. And in front of everyone, too.”

“I forgive you”

Ashlyn looks up at him, “Really?”

“I do”

“Thank you, Eej”

Ashlyn wraps EJ in a hug, as he hugs her back with a soft smile on his face.

“Now what do you say we go out for some thai food? I could use a trip to the other side of this door” he joked.

Ashlyn chuckled, “Yeah you kinda lost touch of society in these last couple months. Plus it would be nice to spend some time with my favorite cousin”

“Let me take a quick shower and I’m all yours, Ash”

Ashlyn smiled at him as he got up off the couch. As he was walking back upstairs he stopped at the foot of the stairs with a slight smirk on his face. Without turning to look at her he said, “maybe then you can fill me in on your little ‘discovery’ with my good friend Val?”

“Eej!!” she exclaimed, blushing furiously as he laughed running upstairs. Ashlyn shook her head with a smile on her face, proud to see her cousin’s obnoxious yet charming self back. And she knew then that no matter what, they would be okay.

A little redemption for Ashlyn after she very publicly outed her cousin in ep 3.05 🫢

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hasarjunadoneanythingwrong · 1 year

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arjuna bby ofccc 🥺🥺🥺

gonna wrap this up by doing arjuna and arjuna alter! shockingly the arjuna blog got a few entries for arjuna...incredible....

but yes, this is the last ask i'll be doing i did 11 of these so i think thats probably fair

favorite thing about them

everything. well

for arjuna i like that he feels pressured to perform perfectly at all times but still cant help resenting that that same performance doesnt come naturally to him like it seems to do with other people. i find it very relatable. i like the gap of him simultaneously being incredibly confident to the point of seeming smug in his abilities in things that he is familiar with/can practice, and his deep insecurity with basically everything else (especially when they're less tangible and unable to be practiced.) the fact that he seems to find himself unworthy of being loved if he isnt useful or helpful in some way is incredibly familiar to me, so it bothers me to see people miss that side of his character and brush him off as arrogant when a lot of it is overcompensating on things he knows he's good at so he can prove he's valuable. i find his sadness, anger and resentment that he masks and tries to downplay incredibly human and its been really nice seeing him grow out from his inital withdrawn confines.

also ngl i've wanted to shoot my older brother's head off as well but i know id probably react like him after. probably. maybe.

also i like his fluffy hair and pretty eyes

i also like how arjuna alter functions both initially as a mirror reflecting arjuna's own toxic perfectionism back onto the world around him, showing how the continuation of that ideal harms not only yourself but the people around you, and how he functions later as a glimpse into what arjuna was like prior to some of the most defining events of his life. what little glimmers we've seen of him are both incredibly compelling and incredibly tragic as someone who's lost their identity and reason for being the way they are. we know nothing of how he ended up the way he is, and hes a shell of the person he was. and yet even so, he was able to retain some small sense of self, and although he'll never be the same as his old self he can still have a life and form a new purpose

also i like how hes a cute kitty :3

least favorite thing about them

*passes the fate writers $5* write him interacting or thinking about literally anyone other than karna for the love of god

ditto for arjuna alter and also i want him to have more backstory bc i KNOW he could be really good its just. they wont do it.

favorite line

all of them. all of them

but also

t. thanks. im gonna go. go cry for a little bit thank you

i also liked arjuna alter's voiced lb4 scene where he was dying bc he sounded totally fucked up then and it was awesome (painful) but i cant be bothered to look up a link atm

brOTP

calling whatever he and parvati have going on a 'brotp' is probably not accurate but i do quite like their interactions. its very sweet.

other than that i also like his (canon) friendships/interactions with jason, circe, georgios, and orion. oh and martha and gorgon!

also i think he and karna would be funny as obnoxious siblings :p

arjuna alter is even less social, somehow, but its kind of funny to imagine him still hanging around limbo. 0 stranger danger radar. im choosing to decide hes more friends with cu alter as well to contrast with me making arjuna and medb hang out more. i mean they do show up in the same cbc so legally i can do that.

OTP

gudajuna canon fite me. i do have a bias for gay stuff but i still think its very sweet w gudako. i can and will ship basically anyone with arjuna which is why im holding back from just listing 70 people and i can come up w several more on the spot but tbh outside of the mc maybe like...his irl wivesandkrishna

also him and taking a fucking nap and chilling out. Tbh this over anything else I’m not primarily gunning for romance in fgo which may sound strange but c’est la vie

nOTP

im going to fucking solo a hgw on my own just so i can purge the world of karjuna/junakar permanently thats how much i hate it

random headcanon

arjuna was totally invited to the 'religion group' by someone (georgios or martha probably) who was trying to make it less christian (sanzang attends its only fair) and remembered the bhaghvad gita exists.

arjuna spends like 75% of his day in spiritual meditation the game just doesnt mention it

arjuna alter has chronic fatigue

arjuna alter's horns have blood vessels in them. why not

unpopular opinion

he should kill karna again. fuck everything

stupid comment aside i wouldnt actually hate them revisiting arjuna vs karna again IF (this is a very big big if) they actually delved into their actual history with each other. like explicitly stated in text why they started beefing, mentioned the things BOTH sides did to each other, looked at the opinions of BOTH sides about their relationship just yknow actually give it some fucking depth other than them yelling at each other for what (to someone unfamiliar w the og epic) seems like basically nothing? except some vague jealous feelings on one side? which is hardly enough to keep beefing for over 2000 years but what do i know

for arjuna alter my unpopular opinion is they looked at him and were like 'we could do this better' and wrote morgan and i want them to go back to him and give him a backstory as well.

and also he should have a summer alt. he deserves it

song i associate with them

*activates my emo gland*

youtube

for arjuna

youtube

for arjuna alter

favorite picture of them

theres so many of them tbh but atm ive been thinking of this one. whats even going on here. are they having a rap battle. are they assigning each other fursonas

#my asks #ask game #this is the last one guys fyi #*activates all my almonds* have you guys heard about this dude called arjuna fgo

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You were on your phone, bored out of your mind. What else were you supposed to do? It was just a boring day after all.

You decided to just mess around with some AI on character ai, since it’s really fun. Just to flirt, mess with, or genuinely roleplay with them.

Before you knew it, the afternoon has gone by, just giggling at your screen as you messed with the ai, it was a Jax ai, but… not like Jax would mind, right? It’s just a little fun.

You knew Jax wasn’t actually like this, in fact you’d made him, or his ai, into an absolute mess, it was just fun to watch, you only snapped out of it when you heard an “Ehem” and saw a shadow looming over you.

“Shit..” you murmur, looking and making eye contact with Jax, “Uh… sup-?”

“Well well, looks like someone’s in an anti-social mood today. Have you really been hiding up here and texting on your phone all day? Pathetic~” Jax said in a teasing and somewhat cruel manner as he snatched the phone out of your hand.

“Jax—“ he held it over his head, amused at your attempt to grab at it, he just gently pushed you away and went to being full on teasing.

Jax looked at the screen and saw ‘ai’, he smirked smugly, “Wow, really pathetic. You seriously need tt talk to AI just to socialize? Just like crybaby. I wonder if you flirt with them too.” You tried to retort, but he just ignored it, than, his eyes fell into his name on the screen in your most recent messages, he clicked on the most recent message you had, which was very not pg, he went quiet.

You could feel yourself flush, oh god.. oh god he read it and is gonna make fun of you.

“Jax I can explain-“

Jax just scoffed and put his hand down on the desk in front of you, a bit too roughly for your liking, the phone making a soft ‘thump’ as it hit the desk, he was glaring a bit at you. “Do you seriously think I’m gonna let this slide?”

He loomed over, practically cornering you, you couldn’t stop your nervous and somewhat dirty thoughts that were running right now. He grabbed the collar of your shirt with his free hand and tugged you to your feet roughly. “Jax it’s not real-“

Before you could fall over, trying to spill out an excuse so he wouldn’t absolutely tease you and just make your life hell from now on, he pressed you against the wall and growled, “Exactly. It’s not real, so why are you spending so much time on it?”

You flushed immediately, but you couldn’t help it, he had you so fucking close right now, he’s never done this. “It’s just an app, Jax…”

Jax glared a bit down at you, “Than stop spending so much time on a fake.” You slowly realized that he wasn’t mad about you flirting with ‘him’… he was mad that you weren’t spending time with him…? Maybe…? Is that why he was acting like this? That would… actually make sense.

You chuckled softly, “Jax… if you wanted me to spend time with you, you could’ve just said so.”

Jax growled, “I’m just saying, I’m better than hanging out with some mindless software ripoff of me.”

“I’m fine with hanging out, Jax- I… more than fine with it.” Yet again, you had to resist the urge to let out those dirty thoughts.

Jax simply continued to hold your arms, but they were no longer pinned to the wall. He tugged you over to the bed and wrapped his arms around you, plopping down as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

Oh GOD that definitely didn’t help the dirty thoughts, until you realized he wasn’t being rough, just… gentle. Was he trying to cuddle? Okay… that was kind of funny, that he was this needy.

“Pff… can’t believe you’re jealous-“

“Shut up and enjoy it.” Jax huffed, holding you close and seemingly wanting to never let go. You couldn’t help but find it adorable, how needy for attention he was, at least, for you… definitely still that snarky Jax, but it seems like there’s more to him than just being a snarky jerk.

——

Decided to do a somewhat wholesome thing instead of full on like— yk

I STARTED SQUEALLI BBG AND KICKING MY LEGS AND ALSO THREW MY DEVICE IN HUMILIATION /lh HSNGJTHEJDJ I CANT THATS SO CUTE STOP IT I WANT THIS BUNNY ENOUGH AS IS YOURE GONNA MAKE ME DEPENDENT ON HIM

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buffenny · 2 years

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i’ve avoided putting anything on here, on my public accounts because i’m not exactly a public griever. i never will be. i originally wasn’t going to put anything here either, but i think this is the next step in this whole grieving thingy for me.

idec if anyone actually reads this, because this is a comfort for me, plus i don’t think i can stomach not saying anything about someone that meant so much to me despite having never met him. he’s got me through so much. so fucking much.

also before i get into it, i do want to mention that this is very much me rambling and may also come across sort of vent-like.

things were really rough for me last night (as im sure it was for so many other people). i cried for so so long to the point where i couldn’t breathe and the only thing i could feel was the pressure of my headache that had formed, it wasn’t even one of those pounding headaches, it was just constant. honestly i blame it on being dehydrated, L to me for not drinking water ig.

at first i thought it was some kinda of sick joke. about 10 seconds into the video i was actively hoping that it was. i don’t know how to fucking process this or how to properly grieve and i cant even imagine how anyone close to him must be feeling right now. but i bet that they’re fucking proud of him. he’s made such a positive impact on so many fucking people.

he was the first person i watched when i started watching minecrafters again. instantly i grew attached to his content and his personality. the way he interacted with his friends was just so fucking nice to watch. i cant even explain it well because who the fuck actually manages describes complex emotions like this in full??

my first art post on my twitter account was him and my first mcyt post on my instagram account was him. i

remember being fifteen fucking years old, having no friends and no one to even talk to. i remember being the loneliest i had ever been in my entire life, and i remember how much technos content helped me through that.

yesterday, when the video was uploaded to his channel, i cried the hardest i had ever cried in my entire life. i have never dealt with grief like this. i’ve never experienced death. but yesterday, everything felt wrong. nothing felt real, it didn’t feel real. i straight up, could not fucking believe it. i still cant believe it. because it doesn’t feel real. i cant wrap my head around him actually being gone.

and when i say that everything felt wrong, i mean that it felt like i couldn’t do anything. everyone was talking about distractions but i couldn’t distract myself because just the action of doing so felt like i was doing him a disservice. and don’t get me wrong, i know that’s not true, but that’s how it felt. i couldn’t listen to fucking music all day yesterday because the noise was just too loud, and the lights on in my room were too bright so i had to shut them off as well. it all felt so wrong.

today, seeing the rest of the world move on with their lives was so confusing to me. people have been so excited to watch the new stranger things episodes and i just cant. i cant bring myself to do anything like that. anything that i can’t relate back to technoblade i cant distract myself with.

i played a bit of minecraft, i watched some of his old videos, i watched phil’s stream.

it was really nice to laugh with my friends though. i’m glad that i was able to do that today. really fucking glad.

i’ve been spending a lot of time on twitter. right now the whole place is just full of love and support and other people who are grieving just as much as i am and it’s really fucking nice.

i’m kind of scared to post this because i’m not really one for being public with my emotions, and i don’t have anything like this on any of my accounts. also the fact that i know my friends will probably see this. but like i said, it felt wrong not to post anything.

it’s true that i could post something significantly shorter, but i think i’d rather post something that feels more me.

#technoblade fanart

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crunchchute · 5 months

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another day, another round of me wracking my brain trying to come up with a good fnaf timeline. this time i came to the conclusion that i should just make an au where i leave out a bunch of stuff at this point if i want to work with my own story 😭

ok this turned into a LONG rant id normally just put on my other blog but as i started here, im just gonna post it here. i also keep forgetting stuff and sometimes i come across a theory/fact that makes me go OOHH im so dumb i forgot. and it changes everything again and its probably happening again here

first, fnaf 2 is where i get stuck every single time. id love to just leave at least the toys out, sorry mangle. second, i just cant wrap my head around the whole "charlie was the first victim" idea because we get introduced to all this where we see the puppet in the toys location and the withereds.. it becomes too confusing for me. is it at the same location? was the puppet with the ogs and the toys were added later? i would say the toys are irrelevant and havent been added until the ogs were withered. anyway, i believe will could have stuffed the kids into the ogs prior to killing charlie, which would make more sense if the puppet was possessed later and then gave them life? whether the toys are or arent posessed is not important to me as much (just confuses me. like if they werent there would it change the story??), or rather it lacks some closure, like the ogs have eventually been destroyed and the spirits let free, but for the other kids (that people say are possessing the toys), we dont even know their names! or how they ended. i always think of the theories how will destroyed the ogs to take remnant from them to use in the funtimes, but nobody ever thinks of the fact that he just gets springlocked right after which would make No sense. the funtimes are an odd thing, i guess you could apply he actually took it from the toys, but why would he? is there proof? if theyre programmed to snatch kids directly, hed have enough remnant and not have to get it from previous animatronics. that said, i believe the SL location and funtimes were made early on, but had to have this kidnap/kill function only after charlies murder because if she was the first and the point of her being the first was that will found out about remnant and possession, he would want to start experimenting with it then. however, i do prefer charlies murder to be out of jealousy towards henry after losing elizabeth, which would mean the funtimes would be existing at this point (because of eliz death). or perhaps the funtimes have been a project of his (i have this little coffin theory. probably dumb, basically just each character is there to hold the body/spirit of each afton family member, baby and ballora are obvs, funfred would be cc with bonbon in the place of the walkie talkie plush to control him.. and foxy for mike, but this doesnt work unless william knows about the posession...) but baby killed elizabeth and he wanted to get her back... wouldnt then finding out about charlie and the puppet be like way too convenient? like hey, this is exactly what you need. ...and how long can a spirit persist within an object until possession using remnant? or this kind of "activation" like in give life.

now this brought me to thinking about springtrap and when exactly was he "revived". as well as other time things.. such as, i thought the spirit "degrades" over time, loses sense of self - but i guess that would apply more after the possession starts. hinted at with scrap baby, she has been baby for so long its no longer elizabeth. but springtrap, and then scraptrap, is william seemingly after decades unless his spirit possessed spring bonnie only around the time they found him? big think

and then back to the general timeline. i cant even pinpoint the very start which bugs me, so it always all starts in '83, (after fredbears existing for a bit) when i assume the bite triggered the nightmare experiments, also closing of fredbears. i think there was a freddys at that time already where the first mci would happen but as i said i like the idea of will stuffing the kids into the withereds. maybe not, maybe i gotta let that go but its just such a nice idea. theyre just there in the back, nobody cares about them, the perfect place. then he can be the one to fix them up into their fnaf 1 glory, but this applies to it even if they were stuffed there much earlier and the withering happened Because Of the decay (probably makes more sense too! so i will try to work with that instead) and you see! no puppet yet. but also no possession. hed fix them up after, put them in their own new location and go ham. as in, he also has the saferoom there with the spring bonnie suit to use. nobody suspects a thing. (i also think the golden freddy/fredbear suit could be there and thats how we got golden freddy) but you see, with this we could just throw fnaf 2 out entirely.. whether we had the withereds or not, it doesnt matter, toys dont bring much to the table other than the bite of 87, no? the puppet could work perfectly in fredbears or freddys, just waiting her turn

see what i have to live with. i already helped myself a ton by accepting that henry is just in jail after the first mci/post fredbears so i dont have to work with him too. he wasnt framed, only in charge as the owner.. and we got fazbear entertainment taking while william has afton robotics. as in, they split at some point (after the bite?) and then he works under fazent in various locations, many times under aliases. Oh which brings me to.

in this year of 2023, they finally made me care about fritz! only because its william. to me. i have no proof! other than the clickteam teaser saying "fritz", but showing dave. (if its not him im fucked.) plus, isnt all we know about him literally just an employee kicked out on the first day for tampering with the animatronics (and smelling bad)? wouldnt william do something like this? get inside, if he cant he will take another identity (a name of one of his victims even) to get in to fuck around with the animatronics. why not just go there as william?? he once owned this place..? WELL now comes another juicy part (oh god crunch is going insane) he got kicked out! he cannot be in the location. why do i think that? midnight motorist. yeah.. okay i now love the idea that rye put out there, in the house its mike and a babysitter or aunt (movie helping with the lore!!!) and the footsteps are golden freddy luring him out (movie again!! its only 2 footsteps because GF doesnt walk!! he floats!!) but that aside, im thinking of the JRs part. this doesnt matter other than a hint at other stuff, metaphors and parallels and such. JR could be fredbears previously, yeah i dont argue with any of that, but it also makes me think of it as a paralell to the toy location. a place he got kicked out of, maybe not just once, perhaps the night he killed charlie he had just been kicked out (for various reasons) which amplified his anger as we see in MM after being kicked out of JRs, ending with him killing charlie (which i think was a tiny tiny bit premeditated in the way he was jealous of henry and his happy little family, now getting this chance) much to think about

note: i dont take anything here too seriously. theorizing is always just fun so if the one person decides to read this and react in a highly negative way, just keep it to yourself. if you have strong arguments against something with proof, do bring them in, i genuinely forget about shit i read like, yesterday. i also cannot "factcheck" everything when after googling i get shit like people on quora telling me that... quote.. william was under the control of the glitchtrap virus since he was 8 years old... umm wrong!! he was forced to eat cement when he was 6!!

okay that was meant to be a closing sentence but i also thought of one more thing. and one more thing!! i was a firm and calm and collected believer of fnaf 1 taking place in '93. then came the movie, making it in the 2000s. and it changed me to the worse! i started reading up on it and found out that its all just a theory that majority latched onto and decided to take as fact. as well as the idea that springtrap was locked in for 30 years. wont factcheck rn but it was apparently 30 years from the first location being closed, not since the springlocking. which means theres no set time between that and fnaf 3. on top of that someone was saying it made more sense for fnaf 1 to take place 10 years after that, so around 2003 instead, and it made sense to me then, so yeahh...

it also ties better to help wanted onward (though fnaf3 happening later would make the previous events more mysterious, why wouldnt they look into the location sooner?) and SB not taking place in like 2050s but 2030s or so (if its true that SB is happening 10 years after the pizzaplex opening). holding onto the game!vanessa is an afton theory even stronger after the movie! i talked about it b4 but had no proof. and so we dont have any literal grandpas making babies, the sooner it goes on the better. if vanessa is ~23 during help wanted, this way shed be born sometime in the 90s or early 2000s (this kinda applies even if HW took place in 2023 right after fnaf3 but since i think it happened sooner then i would prefer to go with the 90s) and. and will could have gotten laid one last time :] and have vanessa. think about it. (yeah how old is he again... it works right? also having to put him into a straight relationship after all of this is criminal, i know. im sorry, i will do better. (lie))

in the next episode, i will go over why the mxes entity is william. good night

p.s if you read through all of this, write me an ask about whos your favorite animatronic

#please help #this became way too long #dont read. dont bother #crunching #fnaf lore drives a man insane. more at 8 #i just reread my own writing and came across something that made me go wait a minute...#i hate it here. im gonna rewrite that and pretend it didnt happen #long post #move aside bass. im now the true william waffler #waffling about william 2

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