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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ My Brother's Best Friend Is The Guy For Me

content: leo valdez x daughter of jupiter! grace! reader warning: language (you startin to see a pattern yet?), mentions of a bra, kissing ig, author's note: another day another fanfic idea that haunted me until I wrote it. I'm really just a victim of my own mind😣😣 Also, deepest apologies i could drop three fics rn but i don't wanna like flood the tags or other people's feeds. but, if you guys want me to, just say the word🫡🫡🫡 I'm a people pleaser to my bones. Oh, and this is very non-canon compliant, i know. I'm re-reading the percy jackson series first bc i like things to be in order, even tho my fav was the lost hero. my copy of the lost hero just sits on my bedside table, staring at me until i finish the other books. IM SORRY-

after arriving in new rome, piper and leo figured it would be best to drag jason around the city and see if they could jumpstart his memory with familiar sights. they got lost a few times and clearly news of jason being back had yet to spread, as every few feet there were shocked looks and questions thrown at the trio. jason answered them, always, but people were quick to move on. almost like he wasn’t even missed. piper and leo could both sense jason coming to this conclusion and were unsure how to rectify the issue. jason sighed as he desperately looked at some statue, hoping against hope that it would mean something to him and just allow him to remember. like percy had the second he’d seen annabeth. jason barely knew percy and he was already growing bitter towards the boy, seeing it unfair that he got all of his memories back while jason was still just working with just flashes of smudged faces and warm feelings.

“anything?” piper whispered and jason just shook his head. he sighed before nodding towards where the ship should still be.

“We should be getting back,” he murmured, already walking away from the pair. leo and piper shared a glance, frowns deep set on their faces.

then, the clatter of metal on brick was heard, causing all three of them to jolt their heads towards the source of the noise. there stood a girl, probably their age, swords and spears scattered around her feet as she just stared at them. her hair was the color of golden straw, maybe a shade or two darker than jason’s. leo could tell tears were pooling in her eyes, her…shockingly blue eyes. leo’s eyes widened as he connected the dots before glancing at jason, who stilled and his eyes glazed over like he was lost in thought. she was dressed in the typical roman demigod attire, a purple shirt just peeking out from under a toga of sorts. she, admittedly, looked a little worse for wear; her hair was tangled and desperately pulled back into a ponytail, her eyes had bags under them, and she had clearly spent many recent nights awake.

“jason?” she asked in a broken sob, her chest heaving and the tears beginning to leak out of her eyes. jason’s eyes stayed on her before he jolted forwards, like he’d been struck by lightning. something snapped inside him, sending the boy rushing towards the girl, years and years of memories flashing before his eyes as he pulled her into a strong and loving embrace. memories of growing up together, training together, laughing and crying together. memories of his twin sister; no, memories of his baby sister. yes, yes, he was older. he remembers now. he knew he was still missing large chunks of his life, but getting his sister back was the only thing that mattered in the moment.

“y/n,” he gasped out as the girl cried against his chest, her hands desperately grasping at his shoulders. jason cried too, curling around her like she was the only thing that mattered, that protective older brother feeling coming back and filling his chest once more, slowly chipping away at the hole that juno left there.

“i- i looked for you. i didn’t give up, even after reyna put me on camp arrest. i knew you wouldn’t just leave, i knew it. they gave up too quickly, they just gave up,” the girl cried against his chest, pulling back to look at her brother, who had been gone for far too long. jason nodded at her, giving her shoulders a squeeze and offering her a comforting smile.

“it’s okay, y/n, i’m here now. and i remember you, which is more than enough for me,” he told her and her matching smile slowly slipped off her face.

“…you forgot me?” she whispered out, new tears brimming in her eyes. jason opened his mouth to reply but only sounds came out, his panic to comfort his little sister becoming overwhelming.

“it’s a long story. i’m piper and you must be jason’s sister?” piper cut in, saving the poor roman boy as she stepped forwards, her hand held out. some of her hair was standing up on its own, the moment the siblings collided sending a minor shockwave through the area causing both leo and piper’s hair to fly upwards from the static. y/n pulled her eyes from her brother, turning to the beautiful girl before her, bashfully acknowledging the flyaway hair. she let go of jason, promptly straightening her back out and shaking piper’s hand with both of hers.

“yes, yes. sorry, where are my manners?! i’m y/n grace, jason’s twin sister. lovely to meet you, piper,” she stated, a composed and diplomatic look taking over her face, which still had tear-stains but it didn’t make her appear any less regal.

piper smiled sweetly at the girl, the roman-ness of her basically radiating off like static electricity. though…she had a feeling the girl before her had a rebellious streak, based on the nike blazers on her feet instead of the standard sandals. y/n then turned her attention to leo, who quickly pulled himself out of his daydreams and took her hand into his, promptly flipping it over and pressing his lips to the back of her hand with a dazzling smile. the girl flared with a blush, looking away and slowly pulling her hand back, resting it flat against her stomach.

“leo valdez, at your service, princesa,” he mused as jason shot a glare at leo, who just smiled cheekily and pretended not to see it. he couldn’t help himself; it really wasn’t in his nature to ignore pretty girls, even if they were his best friend’s sister.

“come on, y/n, we’ve got a lot to talk about,” stated jason, nodding his head towards the streets of new rome. y/n’s eyes seemed to brighten at the prospects of getting updates on her brother and she quickly scooped up the swords and spears, leaning them against a bench before scampering off after her brother.

“i’ll meet you two at the boat later,” jason called, smiling widely at the pair, who waved him off. they shared a look, their smiles matching jason’s in size. they were just happy he was happy, assumably finally gaining back some memories.

piper shoved leo before turning around and heading in the opposite direction of the grace siblings and towards the argo ii. leo followed for a moment before looking over his shoulder, being met by the sight of the youngest grace doing the same. their eyes locked for a moment, the girl offering him the softest and sweetest smile he’d ever seen. leo beamed back at her, hoping she couldn’t see the steam rolling off him from so far away. they held each other's gaze for as long as they could before the daughter of jupiter disappeared behind the block. leo stopped, feeling the pounding of his chest and hearing the roar of his heartbeat in his ears before piper tugged him down the block with a glare.

“you cannot,” she hissed at him and leo gave her an innocent look as they started to walk towards the boat.

“i don’t know what you're talking about,” he lied, easily, averting his eyes from hers and pretending to take in the views new rome had to offer.

“i know when you lie, repair boy. you can’t date jason’s sister that he just got his memories back of. that’s, like, totally against bro code,” she huffed at him and leo rolled his eyes.

“you don’t even know bro code.” “i know enough. she’s off limits, valdez.”

and leo just smirked, wanting her more now that she was forbidden fruit. and based on how she looked at him, he had a feeling this thing wasn’t one sided.

over the next few days, while they were conversing over what to do and how to proceed as a group, leo went out of his way to immerse himself in the grace family. originally, he will admit, leo simply got close with y/n because he thought she was super hot, apparently forbidden, and totally out of his league. but, as he grew closer with the daughter of jupiter, he grew more attached. instead of focusing on her shiny hair, he found himself looking forward to her dumb jokes and they way she threw her head back when she laughed, desperately trying to cover her mouth with her hands. he quickly forgot - not entirely, of course, with a girl that attractive it’s kinda hard to miss - her dazzling figure, instead finding comfort in the soft looks she gave him when they spent too long planning the quest and boredom was starting to set in. his yearning for her was rapidly turning into something more solid, something more love-adjacent. he was certain that the princess of the gods was going to be the death of him…that being that jason didn’t get to him first.

it was one late evening when it happened, the breaking point between the two. most everyone had turned in for the night after a long day of arguing and training, the teens just wanted to sleep. save for y/n, who was sitting on the railing of the ship, her legs dangling over the edge and swinging through the sky. her eyes were trained on the setting sun, vibrant oranges and yellows shooting out from behind some mountain, turning to deep blues and lavenders as time continued to pass. jason told the girl good night, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before walking away. her eyes followed him for a moment before turning back to the sunset.

“careful, wouldn’t want you to fall,” leo joked as he walked up, resting his forearms against the railing next to her and keeping his eyes on the sun too. y/n laughed lightly, glancing at the curly-haired boy next to her.

“yes, you're soooo right, i'd have no way to save myself at all,” the girl mused, swishing her hand purposefully and causing a breeze to rush through leo’s hair, just teasing the beginning of her powers. he laughed lightly, looking over at her. she held his eyes for a moment before flirting them back to the sun.

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she questioned. “yeah. gorgeous,” leo murmured back but his eyes weren’t on the sun at all but rather locked on her, enjoying the way she looked drenched in golden light.

y/n turned at his distracted tone and caught that his eyes were locked on her. she blushed and had the urge to look away but refused to do so, even pulling the courage from somewhere to move closer to the boy. leo shifted slightly, pushing himself closer and higher up so she wouldn’t have to bend so much to meet his gaze. his eyes flirted down to her lips before returning to her eyes, tilting his head the slightest bit in question at her. y/n swallowed nervously but she still reached her hand out, allowing her fingers to dance along the junction between his shoulder and neck.

“i wasn’t talking about the sunset,” admitted leo, his eyes staying trained on her as she leaned closer, mere centimeters between their lips. “i know,” she whispered and he felt the puffs of breath against his lips.

they weren’t sure who jolted forwards first, all they knew was that their lips were finally meeting. leo’s hand slid up her legs to her waist, his fingers desperate to feel her, to hold her close. her hand moved from his neck to his cheek, pulling his lips impossibly closer. leo was sure he felt sparks, but he just wasn’t sure how much of them were imagination or the daughter of lightning. leo pulled back first but her lips chased after his without much control. he chuckled at her, causing the girl to flush once again. she was easily embarrassed, leo found out. he also discovered that he loved the red hue on her face more than most things.

“jason’s gonna kill me,” she gulped, her brows furrowing and a panic flashing across her eyes as she looked at leo. leo reached up, cupping her face in his hands and he watched the fear slowly melt off her features.

“oh, to hades with jason. i like you…like, really like you. he can just get over it…saying that you like me, too,” replied leo, glancing down as he finished his sentence.

“hey, it’s not every boy that’s got me sparking, you know,” cut in y/n, causing leo to notice the sparks that flew off from her hands and hair every now and then, “i like you, too, leo. i thought that was obvious.”

“just checking,” leo stated with a dopey smile, which y/n managed to match with her own.

“no, but really, we’ve got to talk to jason,” she told leo firmly, who went to shrug her off again.

“talk to jason about what?” the man of the hour questioned as he walked back out onto the deck. y/n instantly paled, sputtering out vowels and constants but unable to form any words. leo subtly moved away from y/n, trying to remember what distance is acceptable for friends that totally didn’t just kiss and confess that they might love each other.

“What- what are you doing out here, jase?? i thought- you said you were going to bed,” the girl managed to spit out, finally. jason glanced between the two before reaching forwards and grabbing his jacket from the back of a chair, presenting it to the pair.

“piper accidentally left this up here…what’s going on? What did you have to tell me?” jason pushed, crossing his arms and glaring at the both of them. y/n shared a glance with leo, who’s eyes told her not to say anything before she turned back to her brother.

“jason, i- i really like leo. and i know you’ve got this whole protective streak thing but he-” “it’s cool,” jason cut in, shrugging his shoulders. y/n halted to a stop, frowning before cutting her eyes back up to her brother. leo nearly fell on his face with how quickly he turned to look at the son of jupiter.

“What?” they questioned in sync. “like, we’re good. leo, you’re my best friend. honestly, you’re probably the best guy to date my sister. though, if you even so much as think about hurting her, i'll deep fry you, got it?” jason added, turning and giving leo a cutting glare. leo’s back straightened out and he faked a salute at his friend.

“i have no plans of doing that, sir,” leo joked, using a largely fake sargent-like voice. y/n cracked a smile, hiding it behind her hand with a shake of her head. she then turned her attention to jason, who glanced between the two with a warm look.

“great! i’m actually off to bed now. sleep well, the both of you,” stated jason, waving a hand over his shoulder as he walked away. y/n turned back to leo, waiting a few seconds before promptly shooting forwards and pressing her lips against his. leo smiled into the kiss, knowing jason had nothing to worry about; he didn’t have plans on letting her go any time soon. as they pulled apart, y/n’s eyes trailed upwards and they widened near the top of his head.

“um, leo?” “yeah?” he questioned in a nearly dreamy voice. “your hair is on fire.” “oh, gods, not again,” he groaned, reaching and rapidly patting at the tiny flames with a roll of his eyes. y/n chuckled into her hand once more, watching all this with an amusing glint in her eyes.

“oh, yeah? you find this funny, princesa?” he bit out, jokingly glaring at her. she rolled her eyes at him as he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to hers.

then he did something unexpected, allowing his fingers to toy with the hem of her shirt. there was a moment of pause, just enough for her to push him away. When nothing happened, he slid his hand under, allowing his fingers to dance over her skin, slowly but surely climbing upwards and upwards the tip of his middle finger just barely brushing the bottom of her lace bra-

“that’s it! both of you, separate! i was cool and now i'm very much not cool,” jason shouted, causing the two to jump apart as jason stormed up to them, grabbing a hold of y/n and steering her towards the stairs to go below deck. he spun around, pointing at leo as they went.

“and keep your nasty paws off my sister!” “jason!” y/n cut in with an exasperated groan.

“don’t talk to your brother-in-law that way!” leo called back with a smirk before a gust of wind knocked him on his ass. he shouted greek and spanish curses at jason, who couldn’t understand them but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was saying. With a final battle of middle fingers, jason once more began to pull y/n below deck.

leo stood back up, rolling his eyes at the older twins' antics as y/n shot a look over her shoulder, just like the first day they met. her eyes glimmered at leo and she smiled a megavolt smile that only she could master, causing leo to return with a smile of his own. and as he watched her disappear from view, he couldn’t help but smirk, knowing that he’d do anything in his power to keep the daughter of jupiter by his side. he’d do anything for that smile, for that laugh, for that girl. even kissing ass to her brother for a few weeks.

author's note cont. : i feel like this was such a cute concept but my sleep depraved brain could not produce at the level i wanted smh 😭😭😭 but i also needed it to be done. but, c'est la vie! i think it's cute and sweet, but also rushed and held together with blood sweat and tears. anyways, good vibes and juju to everyone all over the world. kisses from covey😘😘😘

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #leo valdez x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackson #pjo #jason grace #pjo fandom #leo valdez #heroes of olympus

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katz-chow · 7 months

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im a ghost girlie but my love for soap is literally incomprehensible and i have this headcanon where its ghost x reader but soap third wheels all the time and its not like in a mean way at all, they’re just a trio that is basically inseparable. i also hc that they make so many jokes about being a throuple to the point where its not rlly a joke anymore lmao. anyway, this is all to ask if you’ll write some headcanons about that dynamic. fluff ofc! if u feel comfortable writing a little bit of poly soap x reader x ghost, i’d be very gracious 🙏🏽 but no pressure!

soap, simon, and the not-so-single parent

warnings: gn!reader, ghost x reader, soap x platonic!reader, my interpretation of ghost & soap, domesticity, fluff, johnny being johnny, simon being simon, reader being the concerned parent, third-wheel soap

a/n: this shit be on my mind constantly that johnny just loves to annoy and thirdwheel reader & simon. some of this is inspired by irl stuff. i'm not really into a poly triangle personally and i just can't imagine them, especially simon, to be okay with it, sorry!

humble beginnings

johnny didn't find out that simon had a romantic partner until you two reached past your 1 year anniversary. it happened by pretty much chance too, here's how that went: simon forgot a file, you were off of work, you drove to base, you dropped off said file using your dependent clearance, he kissed your cheek goodbye right in the doorway of his office (masked), johnny turned the corner, and as simon pulled away, you looked at johnny who was desperately trying to seem busy on his phone as he walked away hurriedly. he was on the calculator app. simon and you gave each other a look and he nodded, knowing that you've been wanting to meet the colorful coworkers (and his closest friends) for a while now. you called him over, soap, as you've remembered, not everyday you see a mohawk. johnny freezes and turned around to see you beckoning him back to the frame of the office, and simon with his arms crossed, staring a bit annoyed actually. he was chill when you two introduced each other, not wanting to embarrass himself. his eyes lit up though, when he heard you invite him over for dinner. "lovie..." simon started out, a gentle hand on your back. you hit his chest with the back of your head playfully, "no, no, this will be good for us. first diner party in our new house" "HOUSE? HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD SOMEONE" he wanted to scream at simon's face, what came out however was a "i dinnae want to be a bother to you both" you insisted and he felt bad (but also curious), so dinner it was. simon took off his mask to please you and well, it was the comfort of his home. he rolled his eyes as johnny quipped that he certainly was "quite the opposite". from that day forward, it was the three of you against...manchester i guess?

children, the both of them

johnny tags along whenever you two are running errands on leave or on off days when they're both stationed at home. sometimes it's just you and him, or him and simon, or all three of yall. it started with a "we're having brunch, wanna join?" and now it's more like "we're going to the zoo, 9 am, get there" they make up the weirdest challenges and it feels like you're babysitting them both. simon, doesn't see it, he's a grown adult man, he's not silly. johnny says it's just in his nature like how it's natural that wombats poop in cubes (he walked ahead to read that tidbit and walked back to regurgitate it back at the two of you). challenges include: simon and johnny getting into a long debate about which is better, the smoked salmon crepes or the chocolate crepes, and when they mix them together, who can eat it all without puking? who can get to the butterfly sanctuary the fastest without running? who can find your favorite fish in the 30,000 gallon (113562.35 liter) fish tank WHILE holding their breath as if they were swimming in the water johnny telling you that his jokes are the best, simon butting in and using the "i'm your boyfriend, surely my jokes are better" card. you wanted to throw them both out of the car as they kept going back and forth with the most stupidest, tasteless, dad jokes ever. johnny saying he can drive better than simon. simon saying he can fly a broken helicopter and land safely. you're in the driver's seat. simon quipped that he would be a good artist compared to this shit's canvas (picasso) and johnny saying that his cat can paint better. simon said dogs can do it better. johnny said- you get the idea simon threw up after the 8th time on a rollercoaster. johnny threw up on the 9th. you, however, went through a nice scenic boat ride :)

quiet mornings

you three are closer than yall think. whenever they're both away, you always miss the noise they bring in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to make muffins or...popcorn. the three of you doing the daily wordle, crossword, and sudoku. "what's c for?" "c4 is an explosive, bonnie" "no johnny, what does C STAND FOR? fucking idiot..." mornings when you both are expecting johnny are never quiet, especially when he announces that he's there by knocking on the front door and saying "it's johnny!" when someone opens it. even when he's not there, you can at least hear simon's almost silent breaths if it wasn't for how close you two were. you miss them when they have to leave, you know it can't be forever, but damnit you missed the buzzing of them both. you don't miss, however, johnny and simon playing drunk monopoly.

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mhahaikyuus · 10 months

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Wait for me

Tags:; angst to fluff, exes to lovers, mentions of therapy, drinking, trying to move on, Bakugo groveling, crying, happy ending

“I don’t want to talk to you”

“But I want to talk to you.” He insisted as you kept walking trying evade him. Katsuki’s hulking figure trying to blocking your path.

“What do you want? Huh?” He said speed walking a little in disbelief at how fast your legs could move from him.

“To leave me alone.”

He grabbed your hand and yanked it stopping you both from the street. Katsuki pulling you to the side from the busy pathway both of you were inhabiting into a alleyway.

“I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“No.” You groaned tired of the same routine.

“Shoes?”

“I already have a pair.” You said with dead eyes and a blank face.

“You want a bag?”

“Nope.”

He was getting desperate.

“Makeup? Clothes? Books? I’ll buy you a car! Come on im trying here.” He said exasperated

You shrugged.

You were shut down from him. Looking at him as if he was a stranger not your ex boyfriend you hadn’t spoken to in almost two weeks.

“I don’t want your money. If i did I would have kept talking to you.”

He sucked his teeth in annoyance.

“You know what I want.” You continued looking at him unimpressed. This show of money irritating you.

“You know I can’t-“ He struggled to put it into words. Fortunately you knew him like the back of your hand

“Okay. I’m not forcing you and i’m not going to demand you. It’s your choice. I can’t be in a relationship with you anymore.” You said with a sigh letting down your wall even if it was an inch.

Katsuki felt his stomach turn at your words. He hadn’t had many relationships in his life and he was known for his abrasive personality. Something all his previous partners had to endure. Katsuki knew it was wrong but always made it clear, if you couldn’t deal with it the door was always open.

It wasn’t til seeing you walk out made him reconsider everything.

All you had asked for was an apology. To admit he was wrong and say sorry.

But it would never come, and after a while it took a toll on you.

Gifts and a hug were nothing to you, and Katsuki trying to skirt around those two words began to hurt your heart.

You brought it up after every fight asking him to address your needs.

When it was clear he wouldn’t, you accepted it. Never one to beg you took up Bakugo on his words, leaving him.

You didn’t know what you were waiting for, “If that’s all, can I go now or do you have something else to say.” Adjusting your bag and shuffling your feet.

Katsuki felt ashamed of himself but the words still wouldn’t leave his mouth. Letting you know his pride was worth more than your relationship.

But what else could you expect, dating the number two pro.

The correct choice was made, no matter how heartbroken you were. Seeing him now confirmed that. He wouldn’t change.

Katsuki mumbled, “No I dont.”

You nodded, “Alright, it was good seeing you. If you need something you can call me, okay?” Offering him a small smile and going on your way, blinking back tears.

You wanted so badly to be angry at him but you couldn’t. It wasn’t meant to be. If he wanted to change he would for the right person and you weren’t her. It wasn’t his fault. All you could hope was he would be happy and he learned to better himself because he wanted to, that or find the right person. But you didn’t want to think about it, the very thought making you want to collapse.

Katsuki watched you leave feeling the hole in his chest grow.

It had been two weeks since you had left him teary eyed. Your last words replaying in his mind.

“I want an apology for what you said.”

He dragged his hand down his face, “I know but you know how I feel why do I have to say it.”

“You can’t say two words?” You asked sadly truly realizing his ego was his number one priority.

He almost started grinding his teeth almost as if he was in agony at the thought of putting you first.

“Nevermind…I know I shouldn’t have asked.” Your previous words felt to close to begging for your liking.

He let out a sigh of relief, thinking you would let it go. Like you had done one hundred times before.

Why were you with someone who would never put you first?

After a moment of silence you spoke up “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

You had also realized you had let this behavior go on 100 times before, and it wasn’t right. You didnt deserve that.

“What?” He said in a shaky voice starting at your dispirited form.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore. I won’t ask you to change when you don’t want to. It’s better to end things now than end up miserable.” You said slowly

He made you feel as though a future with him would end in misery.

It was all he could think about for the last two weeks. After the first day seeing you not respond to his texts he left you alone. His pride too big.

Bakugo felt he was stuck in a constant cycle of wanting to swallow his pride and chase after you. The fact you wouldn’t beg or plead with him to change caused him to spiral. But he couldn’t. After decades of this behavior it was impossible for him to try and make another choice.

Instead soft moments you two shared plaguing his mind.

Cuddling after a long day while Katsuki groaned into your chest as he told you about his day.

“Commission told me I needed to change my attitude if I was going to work on the mission and I told them to fuck off.” He grumbled as you raked your hands through his hair.

You laughed at his words.

“Good because I wouldnt want you to change for anyone. I like you exactly as you are.”

He glared at you his chin resting on your chest.

“Like?”

You huffed at his insecurity but never complained, always happy to reassure.

“Love, i love you exactly as you are.” You corrected yourself.

He had never met anyone who had so wholeheartedly accepted him. Even in your worst moments you never wavered on your love for him.

Everyone else, his friends, his family, his own mother. Every single one told him his flaws in detail and told him he had to change. It angered him to no end but he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

All you had asked was to try and put you first and he foolishly took that for granted. Now Katsuki only had fleeting moments with you. He had carefully orchestrated after spending so many nights alone. Katsuki had noted your most common areas of walking in the city when you were together and asked a favor to switch patrol times.

Seeing your familiar jacket and hair he took his chance to see you again.

Katsuki didn’t know what he would say when he saw you again. He just needed to. But it only to affirmed your reasoning for leaving him.

Seeing you walk away for the second time was a widening hole to his chest. Worse than any pain a villian had inflicted upon him.

The one person who never asked him to change, walked away.

He loved you more than life. Why couldn’t he say the words.

The days got longer and the nights became sadder. The remnants of your presence left in his apartment were the only thing keeping him going.

Your toothbrush next to his on the sink, lotion on the nightstand, pillow smelling of perfume on his bed.

Not seeing you curled up in bed, the tv blaring whatever show you liked, the smell of shared dinner wafting in the apartment. Katsuki realized what he had done.

He was ashamed.

Your toothbrush next to his untouched, your pillow smell less of you everyday, and making dinner for one made him silently weep before he left in the morning and every night before he went to bed.

Bakugo had always assumed he was going to end up alone since he was a child. His awareness never seeing a reason to be sad. But now he had the experience of love it was devastating. It was all his fault.

Two weeks of no contact besides Katsuki’s street ambush turned into 2 months.

You were heartbroken but tried to move on.

The feelings of guilt and shame didn’t carry onto your side.

Each date you powered through. If you weren’t the right person for Bakugo, then he couldn’t be the one for you.

These dates could let you find someone who, on the off chance could love you back as much as you did them.

It didn’t change the result, each date ending with a kiss and you coming home alone to cry.

Until you found a sweet guy named Yuki. He was nothing like your ex. Very kind, quiet, and he liked you a lot.

Sorry was at the tip of his tongue in his daily speaking, slightly shocking but it was a nice change.

On a coffee date he had bumped your chair a little too rough and almost went into a panic.

“I’m so sorry are you alright?” He asked with widened brown eyes of fear as you readjusted yourself.

It was all you could do to not laugh.

“I’m fine, i swear. Stop apologizing.” You said gently touching his hand to calm him.

He was shy, rubbing the back of his neck, “Okay.”

Todoroki was picking up bakery sweets for his girlfriend, a stop on his way to home from patrol. Seeing you and Yuki on your fourth date enjoying each others company in the corner of a small cafe.

He interrupted your date to say hi.

“Hi y/n how are you.” Todoroki asked standing at your table. It had been a while since he had seen you.

It was a shock to see one of Bakugo’s friends after removing yourself from his life.

“Hi Shoto! How are you?” You asked

Making small talk before Shoto said his goodbyes and left not wanting to interrupt.

“Who was that?” Yuki asked seeing slight distress in your eyes.

“Oh…um an old friend.” You replied with a small smile changing the topic.

The only thing on your mind, wondering if Shoto would tell him.

Bakugo wanted to die.

Shoto on patrol mentioned offhandedly seeing you with a friend yesterday night at a cafe. Having no idea that the two of you were broken up.

In the two months of being alone he was trying everything to fix himself.

One weak night he had, he broke and came to his father in tears asking what to do.

His father was so gentle mannered and quiet and he loved his mom. Making a copy of his wife, when they found out they were expecting. Both Bakugo and Mitsuki butting heads due to being so similar. If anyone could talk to him it was Masaru.

“What do I do? I need her” He said tearfully. Katsuki had pride and not anyone could see him this vulnerable. But his father knew him so intimately it was hard to keep that wall up.

Masaru was gentle but he was firm. The only way to be with his wife for this long. “You need professional help. Therapy might be best for you.”

Bakugo nodded in defeat at his words.

Now once a week he sat in a office on a cramped couch to discuss his feelings.

He hated it.

Everytime the therapist asked him a question Katsuki wanted to snap at him. Instead taking a deep breath and grumbling out an answer.

Remembering that you would move on and could find someone if he didn’t do this.

Now his worst nightmare came true. As he was trying to work on himself you had moved on. Icy Hot being a dumbass and rambling about seeing you last night with a “friend”, Bakugo knew all your friends and what he had described was a date.

He got off of work and went straight to the bar to drink. Something he did rarely but today called for a drink.

You were sleeping in your bed as one does at 2am. When your ex boyfriend pounded on your door waking you and your neighbors up.

Jumping from your sleep at the noise of his giant fist slamming against the door. At first you thought someone was breaking in but the incessant banging shook the sleep from your head. Dragging yourself out of bed to swing open your door. To see your ex leaning against the doorframe towering over you. Liquor on his breath and cloudy red eyes. He looked so different from the last time you saw him. Bloodshot eyes sunken deep with bags, he had scruff on his usual clean shaven face, and his hair was longer.

You jumped back in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” You said almost tripping on your own feet to move away.

“I missed you.” He said pushing his way in.

“It’s 2am and youve been drinking.” You scolded him.

A cocky smile graced with face. “You worried about me baby.”

Okay he was really drunk.

“I’m calling you a cab home, sit on the couch.” You said grabbing your phone. Katsuki plucked it out your hand and pulled you in by the waist. Smelling your hair with a deep inhale. You shoved him back in shock.

“Katsuki! You can’t. Sit down.” You said his hand still firmly on your waist.

Now you were back in his arms he wasn’t letting go.

“I love you.” He said with a drunk slur nuzzling your neck.

You pulled your upper body back and gripped his face.

“Listen to me.”

His drunk eyes were glazed over but he focused on your voice. He nodded.

“Sit down and let me go.” You said slowly

“I already let you go once.” He said and you could see his eyes water. Your chest hurt at his words.

You sighed, “Okay, and im coming back. Just lay back on the couch.”

“Promise?”

He was such a sappy drunk.

“I promise.”

He nodded slowly letting you go and you guided him to the couch.

You grabbed a bottle of water and put two pieces of bread in a toaster.

Bakugo was face first into your couch. Gently pulling his body up he swung his arm around and yanked you into his lap.

You huffed at his touchiness.

“Eat and drink up.”

He nodded almost crumbling up the toast into a ball to eat it in under a minute and chugging the water.

At least he wasn’t fussing about the bread and water. An attempt to try to sober him up, but that seemed to fail. The only comfort knowing tomorrow morning wouldn’t be as bad for him.

“Where is he?” Katsuki asked

You were half listening to him, “Who?”

“Yuki.” He said leaning on your neck, “Your new boyfriend.”

You prepared for this, when Shoto greeted you. Still his question made your heart squeeze.

“Not here, and he’s not my boyfriend.” You corrected brushing back his hair, letting yourself fall for a moment. Knowing it was wrong. Even if the love you had for him still existed it didn’t mean you could show it. It wasn’t healthy, you broke up for a reason.

Pulling back from him, climbing out of his lap.

His hand grabbing your own and locking your fingers.

“I fucked up.” Katsuki said leaning into you. “I’m sorry.”

You froze at his words, telling yourself

hes drunk

“I’m sorry I was an asshole. I lost you.” He mumbled again with watery eyes.

Twice he had said the words that had broken you up. Holding his face you nodded with matching sad eyes..

“You weren’t all bad. We just weren’t meant to be together.” You struggled to put it into words feeling your chest ache.

He nodded slurring, “I’m changing, i’m trying.”

You hummed gently laying him back. He was finally losing steam and the drunkenness catching up to him.

“I’m happy for you.” You said putting a blanket over him.

His eyes were half open and his pinkie still locked in yours.

“I’m in therapy. Talking about my feelings n shit. You know i’d do anything for you. Ya love of my life. Can’t believe i lost ya im drowning. Im gonna be better, for you.” He murmured. His crimson eyes closed, features relaxing succumbing to sleep.

You left another glass of water on your coffee table and a trashcan by the sofa. Quietly closing your door to your bedroom. Sobbing into your pillow, wishing it was real. The small part of you still wanting for the both of you to be together. But drunken words meant nothing in the morning.

The next morning you walked in to Bakugo sleeping on your couch. He always woke up late when he drank. Two years together you knew him as well as breathing. Closing your door you didn’t want to wake him.

Around 1pm you heard shuffling and creaking of your couch. A small knock was heard on your door before Katsuki slowly came in.

He looked as terrible as last night.

“Hey,” You said quietly

He cleared his throat ashamed at what he had done, “Hi, look i don’t…whatever happened i’m sorry.”

“How are you feeling?” You said shutting the book you were reading, gesturing for him to sit on the bed.

“Like I got hit by a truck.” He admitted sitting down at the foot of the bed on the side that was previously his.

You nodded, “Um you were just drunk and mumbling. Don’t worry about it, I know drunk words don’t mean anything.”

He nodded, “My bad.”

Katsuki was getting flashes of what he said. It wasn’t hard to figure out. Drunk mumbles of what he was thinking all the time.

You shrugged, “You had a bad night. I’m just concerned that you are okay. You don’t look the best.”

He fiddled with the seam of his pants unable to look at you, “You heard everything I said last night?”

“Yeah, but like I said. I know it didn’t mean-“

Katsuki interrupted “I meant every word, at least everything I remember, it’s coming back in pieces.”

“Katsuki you were drunk and emotional. We can just mark it off as a bad night. It’s partly my fault for letting you get so close.”

In truth some of the words he said you took with a grain of salt.

Katsuki in therapy made you laugh. He always grunted about how stupid it was to talk and he would never.

He was regretful for how things ended but that was common in a breakup. Getting drunk was an outlet for unsaid emotions. Along with the fact he was a sappy drunk.

It wasn’t real.

He would never change for you.

A bad night, that’s all it would ever be.

Bakugo was getting frustrated at you letting him off the hook. This would be so much easier if you grilled him or yelled about his actions last night.

But you were giving him an out. He wanted to take it. Feelings made him sick, vulnerability scarier than any else in this world.

You knew this about him. It hurt his heart that you were still so loving to him.

Katsuki took two deep breaths and covered his face with his hands. Elbows resting on his knees.

“How did I fuck this up this bad.” He muttered to himself fighting back tears.

Unable to hear what he said you hesitantly touched his shoulder to grab his attention.

“Sorry what did you say?”

He studied you a moment and took every piece of advice that stupid therapist had given him about you.

If you want her to think about giving you a chance, you have to be honest with her. You have to make the decision to try and put her first even if it makes you uncomfortable. If you love her you will try.

Ignoring every fiber of his being screaming at him to shut up and take the out. Leave you alone so he wouldn’t have to be vulnerable.

“I said how did i fuck this up this bad.”

You shrunk back at his words, “Oh…” Recognizing the venom in his tone and mistaking the anger he had towards himself at you.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

He almost barked out a laugh, “I’m so in love with you this is killing me. And now you don’t believe anything I said.” His retinas burning with unshed tears

You swallowed at this confession. Even if you both loved each other…it wouldn’t be enough. Love isn’t enough as much as you wanted it to be.

“You were drunk I would never hold you to drunk words.”

“I meant every word. I fucked this up because I was selfish. I still love you and this is killing me. And now you’re moving on and I have no one to blame but myself. I’m trying to get better, for you. I took you for granted. But i was telling the truth last night i’m going to therapy im trying to work through my shit so if you ever changed your mind about me you won’t be miserable. So we could have a chance. I’m sorry.” He said so sadly.

Tears were dripping down your face once he finished. Shaky breaths the only noise in the room.

He was saying everything you wanted but why so late? Why did it have to get to this point for him to realize.

Katsuki froze at you crying your eyes out grabbing you and holding you to his chest as you sobbed.

“Please don’t cry. Please.” He whispered

“I wanted you to get better while we’re together. I thought maybe if i was the right person you would. But so much has happened, we’re not together anymore. I don’t think we’re right for each other. I don’t think i’m right for you. I don’t…i don’t think love is suppose to hurt this way.”

Katsuki felt like a brick was on his chest as he tried to stay afloat. You didn’t think you were suppose to be together? You didn’t think that you were right for him?

When in all this time, that was the only thing Katsuki was sure of.

“You are the only girl for me. The only person in this world I want to be with. We’ve been apart and that’s what is hurting us, not our love for each other.” Katsuki was cradling your face regret written all over his, “I know. I made a mistake. It took me losing you to figure that out but i’m making changes i’m trying.”

“I can’t…”

“Please baby please.” Katsuki didn’t care he was begging now. Pride out the window the second he decided to come over last night belligerent. These past two months without you were agony. He couldn’t imagine doing this for the rest of his life.

“I can’t trust you to do the same as last time. I don’t want to do that again.” You said your hand over his, tears still dripping.

He nodded, “Okay, I understand. What do you want me to do, I’ll do it. I can’t be without you anymore baby I can’t sleep, I can’t eat I need you. Just one more chance, that’s all i’m asking. I promise I won’t screw it up. I’ll prove to you we’re right for each other, I’ll earn your trust back.”

You took deep breaths pulling back from him Katsuki kept your hands in his, his face leaning into yours, vermillion eyes frantic studying your own. Trying to break through the walls you had built up in your time apart. His other hand wiping your tears.

You took 3 shaky breaths trying to calm down your breathing. “You have to keep going to therapy. We won’t be together until I see actions not just words.” You said “I need to see you make an effort. I don’t want to go back to the same relationship. If you really want to change for me you need to show it. And no more trying to buy my love instead of apologizing.”

Bakugo was holding his breath hoping for you to give him a chance he didn’t deserve.

“I don’t want to be in a relationship until I do. We can date but we aren’t together until I say so.”

Bakugo felt his chest lift. You were giving him another chance. He knew he didn’t deserve it, he didn’t deserve a minute more of your time. But that would change. He would make himself worthy enough to call himself your life partner. Katsuki would remove any doubt you had about him.

Bakugo nodded his head

“Whatever you want baby. Just wait for me?”

You nodded, “I’ll wait for you.”

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spacexseven · 1 year

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sorry for the late reply! And to answer some of your questions in the tags, it’s actually all three. A “final girl” is a basically a trope that means a character (usually protagonist) that is “pure, feminine, and the victim” during a horror film. They’re usually a victim of chance or have a distant past connection to the killer. Be it their intelligence, connection, or simply pure luck, the final girl is able to avoid death until the end where: 1) they survive to the end and defeat their killer 2) they escape or 3) they die regardless. I was thinking of killer! yan bsd, but I was also intrigued with a victim/final girl! bsd. An example of an idea that’s currently plaguing my mind is Final Girl! Nikolai. I liked the idea of a serial killer targeting magician/or whimsical (maybe ability users) people and choosing nikolai as target. cat and mouse chase, and they end getting the drop on him (how? idk). Its kinda a slow burn horror, but regardless nikolai fights back. this is a gist and example. Tuna, i’m so sorry about throwing this ramble dump at you. 🙈 this is just an idea, nothing you actually have to do. im just happy sharing this with you - 🦄

ahahahaha....there was a lot i had to say about this, but i kept it as brief as i could because i Might...might do a series/oneshot w this au. Maybe </3 thank you for sharing this gem of an idea i am very excited to dig in nomnomnom. tagged under 'sk reader au 🐟'

gn! reader, is a serial killer & implied to have an ability that can 'collect' other abilities. can be read as a yandere reader.

cw: stalking, murder, violence

ability users are fascinating little things.

especially when they try everything in their power to stay alive. it's a wonderful sight, to see those that always stood above regular people, to see those regarded as gifted, desperately attempt to survive. there was something intoxicating about holding power above the same ability users that were feared by all.

but your interest was less in the users and more in the ability itself.

there was a lot you hoped to learn about abilities, regardless of the type. there must be a reason as to why some were sentient, why some were so much more powerful than others, why some were uncontrollable, and the best way to learn, was of course, through the ability itself. you were willing to do anything to satisfy your curiousity, even if it meant the user had to die for their abilities to join your collection.

you had fond memories with all of them; flawless made for an exhilarating fight, always a step ahead until you sunk your claws into the frightened figure of a dark-eyed ability user, rashōmon was unique, the dark mass almost besting you, but, in the end, you stood victorious over a sickly body—even if you hadn't gone after it, this was an ability that wasn't meant to survive for long, and you liked to think that it was for the best that it joined you instead of disappearing with its user. and of course, discourse on decadence was unforgettable. you remembered it belonged to some goverment agent who was hot on your trail—it was the closest anyone came to stopping you—and your most recent kill.

usually, you didn't like picking favorites. each ability was fascinating and unique in its own way, but it was undeniable that one in particular stood out to you.

the overcoat was an interesting ability. at first sight, it appeared quite simple, but you had viewed it in action too many times to know just how frightening it was. how easy it was to turn it into a lethal weapon—to reach in and twist out a limb or to drain out the blood from a vein. the seemingly unlimited potential of the ability, however, was only one of the aspects that intrigued you.

generally, you've never cared for the users as much as you did their abilities. while you enjoyed the brutal torture you made them suffer, and you liked hunting them down, they always came secondary to their abilities. you didn't care to know their names or their personal stories. despite all that, a name—nikolai gogol—had made his way on your list of targets, scrawled next to his ability.

it'd only take you a minute to identify nikolai in a sea of people.

whether he had the scar over his eye showing or hidden, whether he was wearing glasses or colored contacts, no matter what wig he wore or how ordinary he tried to look, you would immediately be able to point him out. no disguise, no false identity could hide him from you—you know this because he's tried, many times now, to fool you. but you've always known it was him, from the slightest strain of his voice when disguised, the unsettling blankness in his gaze when he looked at you, the subtle upturn of his lips when he approached you. you knew it was him from the way he titled his head when asking you a question, the way he said your name, and even the syllables he stressed when he spoke.

he approached you first as a police officer, then as a detective, a local politician, and even an assassin. You had already noted down each encounter you had with him, the details of each false identity, and what you had learned from it. it was a feat in itself that nikolai had survived so many encounters with you. perhaps it was because of your growing obsession with him,

(somehow, you always knew that your last victim would be nikolai. he'd be a fitting end for your legacy, as the ability user who had been watching you from the very start. the only ability user you could see as more than a shell for his powers. the only one who escaped you once.)

initially, you believed that nikolai followed you around for self-driven justice, to punish you for your crimes. (the policeman getup convinced you of that much), but instead of lunging at you, he watched, enraptured, as you stole the perfect crime, and he followed you closely as you stalked the user of falling camellia, doing nothing to stop you either time. and every time after that, be it walking past him in the busy streets of yokohama or meeting him as your taxi driver, nikolai had yet to try and expose your crimes and exact revenge. he never held a blade up to your throat, never used the very frightening ability of his on you.

his passivity, however, did nothing to quench your bloodthirst.

it was you who attacked him first.

you're no stranger to hunting down your prey. it was something you anticipated now, the sound of footsteps making their way around corners, the sight of shaking shoulders and trembling hands as they hid behind walls, the way fear consumed them when you finally cornered them; you relished in the hunt as much as you did the result.

nikolai doesn't make it much of a hunt. he's quick, with his coat fluttering around him. his footsteps, you remember, are light and quick, his breathing staggered as he laughed wildly. he snatches up your gun with a hand through his coat, and shoots blindly. there is despair consuming his mind, no panic climbing up his spine. his heart rate accelerates not out of fear, but out of thrill, and he looks at you with unrestrained elation. this was no hunt, nikolai wasn't hiding from you—this was a chase. just as you approached a dead end, and you think you can finally, finally, shove him into a corner, nikolai turns to smile at you one last time, before disappearing into a flurry of his coat. as you stand alone, a dark glove laid on the floor ahead of you catches your attention; his glove might have caught on a jagged end and fallen, you think. after cleaning up his mess, you silently pocket it, still haunted by that uninhibited look and that devilish grin.

nikolai is everywhere after that, taunting you.

he sits across you from the train, he takes your order in a restaurant, he applauds you from a distance, after watching you drag away yet another body, congratulating you on another successful kill.

"next time," he smiles at you, all coy and enticing, "i hope it's me."

you hope so too, but you don't let him have the pleasure of knowing that. the scowl on your blood-streaked face sends him spinning away in giggles.

it wasn't the next time, but after a few more dead bodies and many more warnings about your work are played on the news, you meet nikolai again. nikolai gogol is no easy prey, but you're not one to be bested twice. this time, you don't let him run. you're finally on top of him, blood pooling out of where your knife was stuck in his thigh, his coat ripped off him and abandoned somewhere else. it would be so easy to kill him now, so easy to watch him bleed out and claim his ability as yours, but for the first time, you hesitated on delivering the killing blow.

this time, it's not the ability you're after, is it?

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sugar-omi · 4 months

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TRANS MASC COVE TRANS MASC COVE (sfw +nsfw hcs pls,, id love your thoughts)

NO BC NOW YOU'VE PUT THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD N I NEED HIM DESPERATELY eta while im in the middle of writing: after this i... i can no longer hold onto my fem!cove thoughts. n i am eating up trans!cove like a starving ANIMAL.

tags : SFW + NSFW, transmasc (ftm) cove, switch cove/reader, some mentions of body/gender dysmorphia, im sure theres 1 transphobe walking around sunset bird so the smallest mention of that clown

SFW

i've been seeing a lotta top surgery scar tattoos on my twt timeline lately, and pls some of them i need for myself bc they're so!!!! pretty!!!!

so i can definitely see him getting tattoos there

not because he wants to cover em up, i just think he sees so many flash sheets over time that he's SOLD

mmm i wanna say that fem/afab!cove would have small boobs

or B cups at most

either way, i almost wanna say that his boobs before surgery wouldn't bother him as much unless someone was sexualizing him or he was exercising n his boobs were bouncing too much or smth like that

even then its usually complaints of, "ugh, this bra isn't supportive..." or something like that

ofc he still has his moments

i also think he only binds sometimes, rarely

doesn't do it often since it's often hot outside, or especially if he's sporty, its uncomfortable

(also looked it up just to be sure) but since he's always on the beach its inconvenient/unnecessary to wear if he can't wear it in the water

but like i said i think he'd be pretty flat/small anyway, so i think he's okay

mm definitely doesn't give up having long hair, or wearing the occasional dress/skirt ofc

but will correct one of the old sunset bird residents if they try and say "see honey, it was a phase, you're wearing a dress today!"

also idk abt yall, n this is more of a general thought, but i feel like step 2 cove's impulse control is. deathly low.

so one day, he has long/long-ish hair

and the next he has a mullet, wolf cut, or buzz cut.

he's so chaotic to me pls

now i've had fem!cove on my mind for weekssss now

so i'm not just saying this

but cove is still buff

thick muscly thighs, NICE ARMS. REALLY NICE ARMS

mm so i feel like he looks pretty androgynous or masc anyway

now im projecting here.

but cove has irregular periods, n they're pretty heavy most the time

or lasts awhile (ok im done projecting. sorry cove</3)

also think he deals with cramps (IM SORRY COVE)

i think his period is the biggest trigger of his body/gender dysmorphia too

although i think fem!cove would hate her period anyway altho tbf who doesnt

he'd definitely appreciate some comfort!!!

bring him another heating pad, your comfiest hoodie or blanket and snacks

he's very happy for the thoughtfulness and the company

step 2 cove would definitely be moved by such thoughtfulness... he's in tears

so after the first time it's a trend to spend time together in his bed, watching movies or something while he's cuddled into your side or next to you in a cove-rrito, all sleepy n comfy...

NSFW

had to stop writing the SFW to write this bc i had a thought

cove laid out all pretty... his chest rising and falling and he's all teary eyed as you're between his legs, eating his cunt until he's seeing stars.

pls his cunt with be so sensitive, and he'd be so pretty to fuck

would shake so much too

his thighs quivering so bad he clamps around your hand

you'd have to hold his legs up so he doesn't nearly flatten your head between his thick thighs

"y/n!" cove cries, his hands tangled in your hair and he's trying so hard not to squish your head between his thighs, but your tongue is flat against his sensitive clit, sucking and bullying the poor button while your fingers make a loud, sloppy mess of his hole.

he whines, hips shaking in your hands.

you tighten your grip on his waist, your fingers digging into the flesh, grumbling irritably around his clit but cove just cries out a loud moan and slurred word, torn between your name, a cuss word, and a cry for god.

you pull of his clit, your fingers still curling against that spongy spot inside his sloppy walls. "stay still, you're gonna crush my head..." you start to kiss his thighs, small kisses turning into you sucking deep hickeys into his tan skin, and that turning into biting.

cove gasps for air, his eyes fluttering closed as he squirms.

"fuck, y/n, please..." he mumbles, tugging at the bedsheets.

you stop the assault on his thighs, leaning up on your elbows so you can give cove a kiss, your lips lazily moving together...

anyway... horny aside for a moment<333

mm i could see cove not getting or really wanting bottom surgery

i think trans cove would be pretty comfortable with his body's appearance overall

and he's probably read into it a lot since it's not like he hasn't thought about it, i could just see him probably deciding its not something he wants

ARGGHH HE'D BE A DEMON WITH THE STRAP THOUGH

ahh. cove holding you down or folding your legs against your chest while he slams his hips against yours...

his strap hitting your poor prostate / cervix, he'd coo about how cute your whines are and that you're making him leak

would definitely upset he can't fill you up w cum

especially if you wanna get pregnant, rambles about how much he wishes he could fill you up with his cum again and again and again...

arghhh fuck imma lose my MIND

definitely takes advantage of those squirting dildos

can at least admire how you look oozing milky lube

omfg definitely wakes up all excited to tell you if he dreamed about it too...

has an array of straps

we already know he has a tentacle dildo or two deep in his closet...

yeah tries them out on you

"don't get tired yet, i have one more.. and it has a knot!!!"

he just likes to experiment on you a little~~ bit <333

ohh please tell him he looks handsome/sexy while you're giving him head

he'll die.

FUCK HE'D GO CRAZY IF YOU RIDE HIM TOO I KNOW IT

yeah he's still the same cute, secretly horny, big crybaby pookie <3333 i love him pls

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden x reader #cove holden #smut #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove our life #cove holden smut #cove holden x mc

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jeonghantis · 1 year

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☼ SEVENTEEN RECOMMENDATIONS!

a collection of works that i would consider my all-time favorites + very not valuable side comments from me. ♡ all works are nsfw unless specified! you can also click here for tags for my recs. ♡ additional note: there are way more fics i enjoyed, i am just currently hunting them down as of the moment because i forgot to like/reblog them. rip. but i'll update this as soon as i can. ♡

YOON JEONGHAN

⤗ love café by @chocosvt

i think about this piece all the time. hands down, HANDS DOWN! one of my favorites of all time.

⤗ red horn by @himbocoups

hehe.. sue me. i am a whore for demon jeonghan.

JEON WONWOO

⤗ rich girl by @blushnote

lost count of how many times i've read this. it's just TOO GOOD!

⤗ perv wonwoo x roommate reader (1, 2) by @rubyreduji

awakened something in me.. *looks away.*

⤗ favorite by @wonusite

who doesn't love some college professor x student? 😁

KIM MINGYU

⤗ again and again by @lovelyhan

BEST BEST BEST BEST GOT ME GIGGLING N SHIT!

⤗ oh no, he's hot by @ncteez

the best dilf fic for me because there's no daddy kink 😁👍

⤗ we don't usually hold hands by @gyukult

ANOTHER ONE THAT GOT ME GIGGLING.. LUV ME SOME SLOWBURN!

⤗ mommy's good boy by @httplastic

okay.. Okay.. need i say more? if it's a mommy kink, sign me tf up

⤗ the morning by @cheolhub

marriage kink, it has me in a chokehold. also needy mingyu wanting to desperately eat u out.

CHWE HANSOL (VERNON)

⤗ not a virgin by @ncteez

i love losers so bad and vernon is such a loser and i love him. perfectly encapsulated him.

⤗ high and fucked & double fucked (ft. dino) by @rubyreduji

i never thought i needed these two together in one fic and now.. 👹 i just love this whole dynamic between the three.

LEE CHAN

⤗ double fucked (ft. vernon) by @rubyreduji

⤗ bitchless by @milfgyuu

im a whore for prolonged sexual tensions im SORRY!

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leviiackrman · 4 months

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WHAT DOES YOUR SOLE LOOK LIKE & TYPES OF CANNIBALISM;

I was tagged by @faerune @chuckhansen + @corvosattano to take this uquiz for some kiddos, and I also threw in the most recent uquiz tag cus I’m slow tehe! Thank you sm beloveds🤍

Tagging (anyone and everyone cus idk who’s done what lmao): @risingsh0t @bbrocklesnar @roofgeese @unholymilf @florbelles @arklay @captmactavish @shellibisshe @simonxriley @queennymeria @marivenah @nokstella @mrdekarios @thedeadthree @jacobseed @jackiesarch @heroofpenamstan @dameayliins @carlosoliveiraa @shadowglens @fenharel @alexxmason @tekehu @malefiicarum @brujah @solasan @arthrmorgann @garaviel @baldurians @jendoe + @nightbloodbix

A BIRD IN A COVERED CAGE;

They left without you. Put you out of sight and therefore out of mind. You sing every morning like nothing's changed, talk to the walls to keep yourself company. Just you, the darkness and your own denial that you are completely alone. Nurse your wounds, get yourself some water.

RITUALISTIC CANNIBALISM;

eating others as a religious act, a form of human sacrifice or tradition in the name of a deity. you care a lot about your grades, or used to as a child, and would cry if you got a b in English. you are a people pleaser. you are good at self discipline. you desperately want to achieve success, in whatever way that means to you, and feel the need to devote your life to something you find bigger than yourself, in order for your life to have meaning. you probably had an eating disorder. or an anxiety disorder

BLOOD IN A LAMBS WOOL;

You're the victim, right? It hurts, everyday it hurts. It's obvious you're tainted, pulled into hell as soon as you stepped upon earth. You'll never know peace, you'll never know a life without violence. Im sorry. Wash your face and your hands, don't let your wounds carve deeper.

SURVIVAL CANNIBALISM;

eating others to prevent starvation and not as a part of a cultural practice, usually as a result of an emergency or a famine. my sweet baby angel, you have not been touched by the darkness. I'm sorry if this scared you. you are a normal person with normal person problem. you want to get married. you dance with your friends. and you would never ever eat them (right?) it's surprising what can happen to a person, when pushed to the extreme though. have you ever wondered about that?

A PILE OF BUBBLES, AN IRIDESCENT MESS;

Well aren't you just all over? You're appealing but you're fragile, one wrong move and you lose all that you are. You were meant to be stepped on, broken, but the joy you bring to onlookers is unmatched. Do with that as you will and take very good care of yourself, have a snack.

AUTO CANNIBALISM;

the practise of eating parts of ones own body. you consider yourself an introvert. private and reserved. you don't like asking for help, even when you need it. secretly your biggest fear is being abandoned, which is why you abandon others first. in the end you will be your own destroyer. you stay in a dark room, curled up like a worm, eating yourself.

DOG TEETH;

You're vicious, but you're afraid. You have to make the first punch, and make sure your opponent can't land one. But you need to stop seeing everyone as an enemy. The only one being violent is you, your anger and your defensiveness is killing you. Take a nap, rest your head and clear your mind. Come back in the morning.

FILIAL CANNIBALISM;

the eating of one's own offspring. eating offspring has been documented in a variety of mammal and bird species – as well as fish, insects and spiders. hunger and quality control are among the many reasons proposed for this counterintuitive survivor of natural selection. you think of yourself as a logical person, and you probably went through a hardcore atheist phase. you consider this logic a virtue. to you, logic and emotion are two opposites, where one is superior to the other. wait until you find out that logic is an emotion. you are a great problem solver. your partiality towards objectivism though, is often less helpful than you realise. you have a hard time taking criticism.

#tagged*#misc: uquiz #oc: chika hoki #oc: margot durand #oc: mineyo ginnivan #oc: rin kyutoku #faerune #chuckhansen #corvosattano #apologies for being generally mia #I’m back to work tomorrow and I don’t wanna🙃#ive also JUST finished naruto and im having major withdrawals #so I’ve been distracting myself with my on going chibi project #it’s turning out SO GOOD you guys!!#can’t wait for you all to see it #anyway thank you for the tags!!#love you all🤍🤍🤍

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oldworldwidgets · 22 days

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UH OH TIME TO GET SAPPY

(sorry this is two days late ive been very lacking on spoons BUT) this has truly been one of my favorite years ever.

i started this blog because i had so much love for deacon railroad rattling around in here and i didnt know how to contain it. i'd finally finished atom bomb baby after months of work and i was desperate to share it and get other deacon girlies' opinions on how i did, but after i made this blog, i still chickened out of posting it for almost two weeks. i lurked and scrolled until i finally got the courage... and the rest is history. i thought my playlist was going to be My Only Thing. i would post it and never be heard from again.

extremely loud incorrect buzzer

i have met so many incredible, creative, inspiring, wonderful people this past year that i truly can no longer imagine my life without. yall have inspired me to write hundreds of thousands of words, make my darling ocs, get a damn fo4 tattoo, break out of my shell, and interact with more people than i ever couldve imagined. mutuals ur some of my favorite people in the world and i mean that so sincerely. hell even if we're not mutuals and ur reading this im so thankful you've stuck around. thank yall for always tagging me in your picrew/oc/writing tag games, i love seeing everything yall have created so so much. i promise i will always be insane in ur tags so long as i live and breathe 🫡

particularly i wanna mention @typecastwritesssss, @spaceratprodigy, @mae-peachie, and @happyhappysparkle for constantly being so kind to and supportive of me. yall are so talented and inspirational and thoughtful and aaaaaaaa im just so thankful for yalls influence on my life <3 <3

ok thats all!!!! happy late birthday oldworldwidgets!!!!!!!!

#oldworld.posting #oldworld.txt

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a-scary-lack-of-common-sense · 1 year

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hi! this is the same anon who asked about the writing thing but--since they all had switched classes, is how you tagged/call them what they refer to each other as? (so like everyone refers to them as mediscout, engimed, demo-spy, etc.) or do they just refer to them as their new classes (so referring to the mediscout purely as Medic?) obviously they call solly spyder (which i think is so cute and very fun :>) but im curious about the others! so i guess this goes into the territory of: are there any nicknames they all call each other--or at least ones you think stand out?

Hello hello! First of all, thank you so much for asking so many questions and allowing me to talk about my AU to you all, I really appreciate that you guys are enjoying this as much as I am! <3

Second of all, I'm so sorry this took so long to answer!! I have seen your other ask concerning the writing for my AU, and I have to tell you beforehand that it's okay if you lost motivation or inspiration to write this during the long wait. I totally understand if you don’t feel like doing this anymore. Please don't force yourself to write for something you lost interest in. But I’ll gladly still infodump you about the AU!

Names:

Sure, if you wanted to you could just call them their job names. It would make it easier for the readers to recognize each character, but I do have some actual names I came up with if you prefer something more natural sounding!

All the job switched mercs chose their own names, but I deliberately made the names they chose sound as close as possible to the OG Red mercs'. Because the irony here is that they are clones who try so desperately to be unique and different from the OG team, but still managed to somehow copy them despite all their efforts not to.

But I'm really shit at naming things so the effect was kinda lost :')

Sniper as Soldier- Monday or Mondy

Reason: When asked about his name choice, he paused for a moment and asked back, "what day is it today?"

"Monday."

"Monday it is, then."

Soldier as Spy- June or Spyder

Scout as Medic- Germs (short for germinoma) (yeah idk what happened with this one but I didn't wanna call him Jerry either)

Reason: June chose the wrong day to ask Germs about name choices. When asked, the battle worn, tired, salty field-medic grabbed a random medical book from his bookshelf; opened the book; flipped to a random page; viciously stabbed his finger on a random spot on the page and read the word under his finger: "germinoma"- all the while maintaining direct eye contact. It was supposed to be sarcastic. June took it literally, so it became his permanent nickname (much to his dismay)

Medic as Engineer- Ludovic (sometimes they call him Ludo, for short)

Spy as Demoman- Louise, Lois, Lassie, Louisiana, Lyse (any name similar sounding enough to Lois works)

Reason: His "boom sticks" are modified versions of an actual French cigarette brand called "Gauloises". Since none of the mercs actually knows how to read French, they severely butchered the pronunciation and ended up just dropping the beginning of the word entirely, sticking with "loises". However, everyone had varying interpretations of how to pronounce THAT too. So his exact name remains a mystery, and he won't clarify either (he finds it fun to see them try and guess).

Demoman as Sniper- Trevis

Heavy as Pyro- Mikel

Engineer as Heavy- Belle

Pyro as Scout- Zippo

Reason: ya know... zippo lighters... and he's a scout now, so he ZIPS past you... get it?

These are all very bad names, I know, but hopefully you can tolerate my utterly abysmal naming skills :')

Nicknames:

- Monday sometimes calls Lois "Goldilocks" as his own godawful pronounciation of "Gauloises". It annoys Lois to no ends and Mondy loves it.

- He also sometimes calls Germs "bun-bun" to piss him off about his buck teeth. He feels too bad to joke about Belle's tho.

- Monday uses the most nicknames with others, 90% of which is to mock or annoy but it's all in good fun (usually)

- THEY'RE ALWAYS THE SILLIEST NICKNAMES TOO, WITH EVEN SILLER STORIES BEHIND THEM. Just think of the dumbest, goofiest, sounding names

- He once honest to God called Mikel "Jason" and did NOT elaborate

- Germs rivals Monday with his own silly nicknames for everyone, but his tend to be a bit more... vulgar

- "HEY FUCKNUGGETS"

- "fly high, chucklefest junior!"

- "calm down Colonel shrinky-dink"

Okay, that's it for now. love you, bye bye, I'll see u again in another ask!

#tf2 #team fortress two #my art #asks #job switcheroo au #job switch mercs #tf2 oc #tf2 au #tw scopophobia #tw eyestrain #job switcheroo

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shitouttabuck · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 thank u bud i’m procrastinating packing and this was fun

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

seven!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

129,484 which is a fake number to me

3. what fandoms do you write for?

nothing has made me as insane in my life as network television procedural drama 911 on abc, so

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you can start a family who will always show you love

let the world have its way with you

my hearts over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance

like a dog with a bird at your door

i like the summer rain (i like the sounds you make)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try very hard to because they make me so happy and it’s unbelievably kind of people to take the time to leave them!!! However i sometimes leave it too long and then worry it’s weird to reply after like. a month. which as a fic reader i wouldn’t give a shit about so idk what my problem is!!!! i will reply i will just maybe take a hot sec to do it

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i don’t have any i’m a happily ever after or bust kinda guy in my own head if nowhere else…… angstiest is probably the sound of love astounds me if only because it ends post-feelings realisation but still pre-relationship

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

they’re all so happy omg. i will say with great personal bias it’s my heart’s over-pumping but also i have. a sequel in the works….

8. do you get hate on fics?

no people have been very very very lovely but also sjjsjsjs i’ve not been here super long. the funniest comment i’ve gotten was on my first fic where someone was like i liked this but it is jarringly inaccurate as mcdonald’s in california doesn’t have a veggie burger option 😭 i cried laughing im so sorry to u americans. pls petition your local mcdonald’s to stock the mcplant it slaps

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

have written two e-rated fics….. it’s very fun but i don’t think i’m very good so i’d like to practice actually (maybe some sexy prompts after i finish the bed-sharing ones?) just the regular kind for now like i love buck and eddie desperately and am myself into a million things but i don’t know how kinky they would actually get in my own head. so just a little gross with it for now i guess

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

no that would be SICK. @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove is podficcing bucket list fic which is so very cool of her!

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

no omg i don’t know how y’all do it i’m bad at group projects but also this sounds soooooo fun. if also deeply stressful

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

if that’s synonymous with most likely to get you institutionalised, uh. gestures around us. otherwise mulder/scully and i am just now right as i’m typing this realising i’ve never ever in my life actually read x files fic what the fuck. also steve/bucky but i haven’t read fic since 2017 probably

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

listen i have not written a word for x files au past that one snip i shared forever ago. i want to soooo bad i’ve talked about it to some of you very rabidly but. it does not want to be written and if it did it would have to be so fucking long which is very daunting to me. not saying i’ve put her in the ground yet but. we might need some necromancing

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i’m pretty good at writing in character? mostly? sometimes i struggle with buck just because i think we’re very similar and i project a little and then have to go back and fix it lmao but for the most part i think i’m good at that! and i have a lot of fun writing dialogue

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

plot!!!!!! and pacing!!!!!!!!!!! also my inability to write non-linearly omg if i get stuck i just get Stuck i can’t jump ahead

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

oooh i love it and would love to include more than the teeniest bits i have but i’m so conscious about it sounding natural and not stiff to people whose language it actually is (shout out and a million kisses to @eddiebabygirldiaz for fixing the spanish in i love you like a dog!!!!!)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

911 babey!

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance !!! not just because it was the first fic i posted after joining tumblr fandom but. idk it is so so so special to me like it makes me so happy and when i think about it i’m like. hey u wrote that. good for u my dude. and also maybe i just associate it with meeting a bunch of you whjsjssjsj

tagging @callaplums @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @rewritetheending @try-set-me-on-fire @onward--upward @anxieteandbiscuits @devirnis @athenagranted if anyone wants to do this i’m nosy soz if you already have !!!!

#tag game #if you see me posting later today. send me hate mail i need to pack

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tinartss · 7 months

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i forgot to ask but have you watched the link click finale yet and if so what are you thoughts?? cause um. it got us to top 3 trending (very shook moment). anyway love all your art <3

omg hi anon!!! tysm!! <33 man the finale was so good😭😭😭😭 100% deserving of that trending lu guang tag HAHA thank u for asking i’ll give u an excerpt of my live reaction right after the ep ended (source being my notes app). very much unfiltered and incoherent so prepare to hear me repeat myself like five times LMAO

‘i love protective hypocritical selfish lu guang LIKEEEE oo ITS SO GOOD. what if him constantly restating The Rules to cxs was partly borne out of him worrying abt cxs’s death node not particularly the death nodes of the ppl in the photo. like ‘cxs don’t do anything stupid you’ll change a death node’ = ‘cxs don’t do anything stupid i’m scared you’ll err too close to ur death node’. ARGHH god i love it there’s gonna be so much drama if cxs finds out that lgs been the biggest hypocrite of allllll time IM SO EXCITED god . desperate lg living thru another timeline terrified of cxs’s death willing to die for him sacrifice timelknes for him do anything to keep him alive all for the boy he loves…….LIEUEUUETO EIWUW i’m so ill. i need to know everything….how many timelines has this man lived thru…s2 is truly buildup for s3 and i’m so excited like pls give us more trio content🙏🙏 curious abt hatman ofc but preferably he stays a side character LOL’

anywho i can't believe the animatic i made at the beginning of the season aged (mostly) well…am thinking of making some new adjustments to the end of it for funsies….we will see what happens 🤞🤞 and i also rlly wanna do a kavetham shiguang au based off of the finale….*shakes fist* i need to see irrational alhaitham….unsure of how large the venn diagram intersection is between kavetham enjoyers and shiguang enjoyers who’ve finished the s2 finale but this one is for u 🫡🫡 (if i actually get time to draw it LOL)

sorry that was so long HAHA but feel free to share ur thoughts as well! love hearing abt everyone’s collective lc brainrot <33

#link click spoilers #link click season 2 spoilers #lcs2e12 #ask #this was a fun ask LOL #thank u for the opportunity to let me jibber jabber without a character limit 👍#can't believe ts wrote timeless after watching the finale! so crazy #another song rec: we'll be together again by tony bennett and bill evans :(

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 9 days

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Dearest Covey.

Hello!! It’s me!! I’m here to make a request before it’s too late😞🙏🏻 as usual, Percy Jackson x Aphrodite!fem!reader, maybe a blurb on reader and Percy going shopping?😋 it’s okay if not possible don’t worry!! Take your time:) also tomorrow I’ll send in my usual yapping, im currently mid valorant game as I have died, but anyways as always stay safe, healthy, and hydrated!!

Love always

-🪷

✮⋆˙ c'mon, barbie, let's go shopping!; percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite! reader blurb

content: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite! reader blurb warning: none! author's note: POOKIE I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK LITERAL DECADES LMAO THAT'S MY BAD FRFR also i had so many ideas for this but also none at the same time???? i live a very confusing life lmao- but the title was just too cute that i couldn't just let this ask slip away from me!! hope all ya percy fans enjoy frfr

"oh, cute!" you mused, gliding your fingers over the navy blue shirt. it felt soft and looked like it would give that perfect sinched look. you pulled it off the rack, taking a good look at the whole shirt. then you heard the squeak of sneakers, looking up just in time to see your darling boyfriend, bending at the hips as he desperately tried to get breath back into his lungs. partly because he saw you and partly because he ran the whole way there from the food court.

"hi...baby," percy managed to huff out after a few minutes, earning him a few giggles and a kiss pressed to the corner of his lips.

"hey! good news on the ice cream situation?" you asked, holding the shirt to your chest as you came to the conclusion you'd buy it, the thought that percy would be drooling over you in it being the deciding factor.

"no ice cream, which is a travesty. but, they got froyo!" percy explained with a shrug, easily draping his arm over your shoulder as he inspected the shirt in your arms.

"you know i love me some foryo. especially when its with yo!" you joked and it left both you and percy cringing.

"that was so bad-"

"im never saying that again," you winced, leaning into percy's hold easily as hie eyes darted down to the shirt in your hold. his lips curled upwards as his eyes returned to your own.

"you want it?" he asked and you rolled your eyes at the boy, shrugging his arm off your shoulders.

"yes. but, perce, im gonna buy it myself-"

"what? blasphemy! you're not supposed to pay for anything anymore. that's the point of having a boyfriend, duh!" percy cut in, making a dive for the shirt in your hold. you were quick to avoid his hands, taking rapid steps backwards and twisting to avoid his grabby fingers.

"back off, foul beast! i have my own money!" you hissed at the boy through your giggles, taking a small jump back as his fingers grazed the tag of the shirt.

"yes! that you, as my stunning, sweet, gorgeous girlfriend, do not have to spend! think of me as your own personal atm machine," argued percy, managing to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you slamming back into his chest. you laughed but leaned away from him the best you could, holding the shirt out as far as possible. but due to his longer arms, he easily snatched it from you and then held it straight into the air. and despite your jumping, you didn't even get close.

"percy," you whined, dragging out the last letter of his name but he just smirked and marched up to the register. and you watched him go, a small shake of your head but a smile nonetheless.

sometimes you wondered who the real child of Aphrodite in this relationship was.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson fandom #perseus jackson #perseus jackson x reader #pjo hoo toa #toa #heroes of olympus #perseus jackson fanfic

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ms-no1kpopstan · 27 days

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can I pls request a fic where reader is on her period and already in a bad mood so when sunghoon comes home from practice early saying his stomach hurts too & that he’s sick she thinks he’s just poking fun at her and doesn’t take him seriously but later on when they go to the convenience store together cus she needs to buy pads she realizes that he’s actually rlly unwell and feels bad and takes care of him.

Sure! Here it is!

Also, can I call u 🧡anonnie? Bcs u requested for enha… If u want another emoji, tell me!

(photo isn’t Mine!)

You groan as you shift uncomfortably in your spot on the couch. Your period had started early and it hurt so much worse than normal. Usually, you would be used to it, having periods for the past god knows how many years, but this time, it felt like you were being stabbed in multiple places, your abdomen, your legs and your head.

You were desperately waiting for your boyfriend sunghoon to get home from dance practice with the rest of the members so that he could go to the store with you.

The second you hear the door click open, you call out sunghoon’s name just to find him groaning in pain on his way in. He was clutching his stomach as he held on to the tv stand. You, now starting to think he’s mocking you and making fun of you, due to the fact that your abdomen felt like it was getting stabbed by the sharpest knife on the whole entire planet. Back to what you think is him mocking you, you let out a scoff and say, “well, you can stop making fun of the fact that im in pain right now, you know…”

“What? Baby, what makes you think that im mocking you, and that im actually not in pain right now?” Sunghoon replies, still clutching his stomach. “Well, I don’t know but from the way that you’re having a ‘stomach ache’ right now, when I just started my period today, is a bit suspicious to me.” you reply, irritated. thanks so much, dumb mood swings!

“Well, do you need me to get you anything from the store?”, Sunghoon asks, definitely worried about you. “Well, i was gonna go to the store and buy some pads so, if you want to join me, then come along.” you reply, just wanting your cramps to go away for once today. (at the store)

You walk down the snack aisle with Sunghoon next to you, or at least you thought he was next to you. You stop for a second and realise that he wasn’t next to you anymore. You look behind to see that he was standing a fee feet behind you and once again clutching his stomach.

‘Oh, maybe he wasn’t joking.’ You thought as you hurriedly walked up to him and asked him, “baby, what’s wrong? I’m so sorry that I thought you were making fun of me, it was very horrible of me to think that. But what happened?” “um, you didn’t let me tell you but I didn’t eat anything the entire day because of practice and I didn’t even realise that I hadn’t eaten at all, so I realised that I hadn’t only when my stomach started to hurt like hell.” he says, a bit slowly due to the fact that he was shutting his eyes in pain.

“Hoonie, baby, oh my gosh I feel so bad now. Come on, let me take you home and give you something to eat and a painkiller to stop your stomach ache, okay?” You say sweetly, much more different from your demeanour about a half hour ago.

You get him to lie down the second that you get home, giving him his food in bed, a bowl of rice and some kimchi. After he devoured his food, he slowly started to doze off, and you, noticing that, turn off the lights, and get him covered up in a blanket, before lying down next to him, getting into his blanket and letting him fall into your embrace…

TAGS; @leaderwonim @mandukkul @copyhanni @nikiswifereal27 @stariikis @ad0rechuu @copyhanni @jungkit @rk1stars @rikihqq @wonryllis @angel1kisses @nishions @rikizm @stariekis

#kpop #enhypen #requests #🧡annonie #enha #psh #park sunghoon #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #fluff #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon enhypen #enha is my no one bg

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venusandsaturnsrings · 2 years

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sorry for the break but im back ueueue

got me thinking,,, do u ever think that incel diluc has some sort of savior complex rooted from the whole dark knight hero thing from canon? like i imagine that when he was running that bar, he'd have cases of people getting roofied and nearly taken advantage of and saves them, not mentioning that more than 3/4s of those cases were paid staff he hired personally,,,,

then when u came along strutting in with ur colorful attire and cheeky grin, dilucs mouth nearly waters and he has since decided to plan the most elaborate rescue to have u in his palms. he doesn't immediately save u when u were dragged out and stuffed into the van, he tracks u down (more like just drives through the abandoned warehouse he obviously rented for this masterpiece) and times his entrance just right so that he can stop it just as u were about to be disrobed. he knows he's won this when he sees ur thankful eyes, mascara running down ur tear streaked cheeks and pupils heart shaped at ur gallant savior.

honestly i see him justifying this with no one being really hurt in the end, and sometimes treat it as some sort of extreme sport.

idk sorry im really bad with other charas that aren't childe aaa

OOOOOOOOOH my love... you always feed me so so yummy... i'm never opposed to childe content EVER since he's almost all i talk about but diluc is so yum too... emotionally constipated red-head man <3 responding to this with @teyvatmoon in mind...

PLEASE READ THE TAGS ON THIS, IT'S A WEE BIT DARK

Diluc could justify anything and its somewhat of a talent. it's gotten him out of plenty sticky situations and is partially what has kept his reputation so very shiny. what kind of respected figure can't smooth talk and pull excuses from their ass? none of them. Diluc can do whatever 'horrible' things he wants as long as he can paint them as 'honorable' instead. who would go against the twenty-three year old student and business owner? no one with a brain, that's for sure.

since owning a café on campus was wildly successful in the day time, it was only the natural progression of things for Diluc to obtain a liquor license to host events in the evening. such after-hours happenings weren't frequent since it always took a lot of work and a lot of staff but he was happy to provide a space on campus for people to drink since, for everyone but you, it was safer. prior to starting these monthly events it took a lot of work with both the university, himself, and city representatives but Diluc is beyond charming when he sees fit. sorting out rules and standards was like nothing to the young man and so, every last Friday of the month, he'd host drinking at was usually a calm café.

you and your friends had frequented there during the day for quite sometime now so it was no surprise when you all began showing up to these monthly binge drinking sessions. it was nice to attend such an event somewhere you were already so familiar with in the day time. it didn't take long for you and the rest of your group to warm up to the place. perhaps for you, it was too fast.

the buildings front was a large glass garage door that would be rolled up in the hot months to create better airflow since there was no air conditioning and it also allowed for more people to hand about the area with extended seating. being September it wasn't quite cold enough for it to be necessary for the door to close and thus it was still left open. students milled about the whole area drinking and laughing. you had decided to wear something a bit more revealing and daring this evening just for fun, well, what was supposed to be fun.

the skimpy and fully pink outfit had definitely garnered stares; hungry ones. such a head-turning outfit surely had more than just Diluc staring desperately. this... choice... of yours simply furthered the righteous feelings brewing in his heart. he was excited and many surly mistook the slight upturn of his lips as love for his work when really it was love for you. it was hard for even such a self controlled man as him not to stare at your tits, ass, thighs, stomach, or any other expanse of skin his eyes could find. your plump flesh was everything to him and he was certainly going to savour this first night of many in which he'd indulge in such a beautiful body. Diluc had almost entirely zoned out on you up until you had finally come to him grinning and asking for a drink. whatever he recommended, you said. his dick jumped at the words. well, he certainly did have something extra special to make for you. the drink was a deep purple colour, bordering on black, and glittering. it smelled of alcohol as well as a cacophony of berries. it tasted almost better than it looked. the only thing that would've made it better was a less salty and bitter taste but Diluc had given it to you on the house so no real complaints could be made. the drink as well as the evening was gone in what felt like seconds.

you had stumbled around back near the parking lot for some air and to text your friends only to remember you had handed off your phone and wallet to one of your friends with pockets in their outfit as you had none. it only took that one moment of disorientation for you to feel as though your body was being twisted and wrung out in every direction. in a way, you were. the hard landing on metal barely covered in cheap blankets did nothing to soothe the growing panic and nausea filling your body. you squirmed in every direction and cried as loud as you could but the hands trying and holding you down never ceased. the latex gloved hands all smelled of rubbing alcohol and all the voices sounded like venom. you were wholly convinced this was where you'd die. the roughhousing that ensued upon the van stopping was almost worse. being thrown on the ground and dragged over sharp gravel and nails would've made you worried about tetanus if there wasn't a knife right against the back of your throat. you heard doors slam and felt your body slam. this was the final time you were to be thrown but also the first time it had caused you to throw up.

the bile rose up your throat quickly. the salty and acidic liquid that rose up ended up covering part of your front and all of the floor in front of you. the group of men merely laughed at you. mocking how you're so weak and useless. can't even hold it together enough to not make yourself sick, they crooned. their hands, however, never let up on their assault of roaming your body. you thought perhaps they expected this and the gloves were a preemptive measure. with your head still spinning and stomach churning you almost felt upset about the masks you could now see obscuring their faces. 'cowards,' you thought. they paused. did you say that aloud? ah. you're really fucked now.

the chunk of wood that flew across the room and hit one of them hard in the nose startled you. with a heavy head, you turned to see him. Diluc. so he had piped up to insult them and he had come to save you; if the gun in his hand was pointed at them the way you thought it was. it didn't take long for the under-armed group to flee and Diluc to land by your side. concern was etched all over his features as he gently untied and helped you up. he didn't seem to mind the vomit getting on him at all. it was sweet in a gross way.

he took you back to his very nice home, after a brief trip to urgent care for aforementioned needed tetanus shot, to have you properly cleaned up and given a mix of medicines that should alleviate the drugs running through you rather quickly. his hands were soft and human. not a touch of latex or a whiff of rubbing alcohol. his arms felt safe. Diluc held you until you slept that night, more than pleased with how things turned out. you'd be his now and the extra jack-off material he got from recording the whole ordeal could stay a secret. that was his guilty pleasure. <3

#cw: vomit #cw: noncon #cw: kidnapping #cw: incel #cw: misogyny #cw: stalker #cw: manipulation #cw: abuse #incel diluc #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #chit chats

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fionajames · 6 months

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ocs pt. 2

apologies but i love making characters

GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR BEING ABSENT TODAY, I HAD TO WORK ON AN ASSIGNMENT AND THEN DRIVE AN HOUR TO MY COUSINS' PLACE FOR A BIRTHDAY AND THEN DRIVE AN HOUR BACK PLUS IVE BEEN TAKING CARE OF MY LITTLE BRO AND SIS

@lovejoysoots u asked to be tagged so here :) also, hope its okay i included xane in taki's info!

GUYS REQUEST.

ALSO, I REALISE KNOW IVE ONLY JUST MENTIONED THIS, BUT IF Y'ALL WANT I CAN WRITE AN 'X READER' WITH MY OC IF U LIKE THEM THAT MUCH BUT YOU. HAVE. TO. TELL. ME.

ANYWAYS, ENJOY, AND SORRY AGAIN

Taki Caileth

Taki is a Nautolan Bounty Hunter with dark violet skin and magenta, lilac and pastel purple. His eyes are purely black (as Nautolan eyes usually are).

He's eighteen in 22 BBY and became a Bounty Hunter when he was merely a kid - because he grew up on Glee Anslem until he was eight and then was hurriedly taken away, growing up on Tatooine and Corellia, as well as all over the galaxy.

He fights best with a sword or a blaster rifle. Taki is decently well-known as a Bounty Hunter under the name of Maverick (not related to Top Gun, it literally means an independent person). Whilst many know Maverick, not many know Taki.

Taki works - as the word maverick means - independently. It's not because he hates people or anything but because of trust issues after his family's death.

During the Clone War, Taki sides with whoever pays - and usually the GAR, because he feels bad for the clones. Not the senate, not the republic, not the Jedi, the clones.

He's smart and calculating yet sarcastic and loyal. His loyalty can be his downfall as he tends to trust easily and so his solution is to not get too close to anyone.

On several occasions, Taki has teamed up with fellow Bounty Hunter Xane. They are a scarily and shockingly good team and share several views over things, although Taki sides with the GAR more, Xane has a disliking towards a certain Jedi named Anakin Skywalker.

Although Taki is moving alot, he has a place on the lower levels of Coruscant which he uses as a base.

During the war, as everyone is desperate for money, Bounty Hunters become very valuable. One Bounty Hunter was doing a job for the Separatists and kidnapped a Jedi Youngling - an eight year old Rodian boy. Desperately, the GAR hired Taki, who went and retrieved the boy. In the process, he lost his left leg from the knee down. In thanks, the Jedi gave him a black-metal prosthetic and paid him about 70% of what he was originally supposed to earn, even though the prosthetic cost about the same price as the original payment. Taki begins to side even more with the GAR because the Separatists captured an innocent child - which he sees as very wrong, as something similar happened to him when he was younger.

Taki doesn’t really have a best friend but he’s closest with Xane and the Rodian Youngling he rescued.

Satsuki Noriko

Satsuki is a Human girl with light freckled skin, short, fluffy (dyed) red hair and black eyes. She’s seventeen in 22 BBY. Her grandmother was a Mandalorian who left Mandalore for reasons she refuses to explain.

Satsuki has a shop on the middle layers of Coruscant where she paints armour and helmets, as well as ships and speeders occasionally. When the clone wars came around, Satsuki decided to increase her work hours - in hopes of getting more customers and more money - so she could allow Clones to come in. Because the Clones aren’t paid, Satsuki doesn’t charge them for any money.

She’s kind and generous, but also sarcastic and stubborn. Her best friend is a Clone trooper named Trinket. Trinket once saved an old, rich woman off-planet who insisted on giving him her expensive jewellery as thanks. Trinket gave all of it to Satsuki as payment for the paints, materials and her time on behalf of all the Clones.

Satsuki is part of a rather large family with one fourteen year old sister, one eight year old half-sister and one six year old half-brother. The family do family dinners weekly and Satsuki gets along best with her sisters and brother and grandmother. Her grandmother is your resident badass grandmother who is incredibly scary and awesome.

Satsuki has and will beat up anyone who talks shit about the Clones and is their number 1 protector. She hangs out with Trinket, Fox, Rex, Cody and Vyper (the unnamed Commander of the 13th Battalion who I’ve named) the most.

Satsuki sees the Clones as her brothers and best friends, and has to be daily convinced not to sneak on board to join the fight.

One time, Satsuki introduced Rex to her grandmother and her grandmother instantly called him bu’ad and he almost cried.

The Clones and her have frequent conversations in pure Mando’a and it’s rather entertaining.

Rin Keiko

Rin is a human girl with long black hair, dark brown eyes and tan skin. She’s 16 in 22 BBY making her one of the youngest Jedi Knights, although not the youngest ever. Rin fought during the Battle of Geonosis alongside her Mirialan Master Aoi Tsumugi. During the fight, Aoi was struck down and Rin was forced to continue fighting for her life, feeling alone even though surrounded by hundreds of other Jedi.

After the battle, Rin managed to convince the Council into Knighting her using her points that one; Aoi was going to Knight her in a few months anyway, two; they’re scarce for Knights and need all they can get, and three; she is ready.

Rin was then Knighted and given a battalion of her own to lead as General. Alongside her Clone Commander Warden, of course.

Rin is what many describe as insane. She is protective to her troops and friends and would rather lay down her life than any of theirs. She’s reckless and smart but overconfident and cocky in a scary way. Her laugh is maniacal and intertwined with trauma, plus her troops are convinced she's either seeing ghosts or hearing voices. That doesn’t mean they don’t love her though! Their General is their sister and they are extremely horrified when they find out months after meeting her that she's still just a kid.

They are terrified for her when they accidentally somehow witness one of her PTSD-induced dreams (something a lot of Jedi get and are extremely dangerous) as she floated midair and objects swirled around her like a hurricane. She - frankly - looked possessed.

Rin starts losing it with the council a lot, laughing inappropriately and insanely and muttering loudly with huge grins. It’s terrifying for a sixteen year old to do that. If Rin wasn’t such a good fighter and General, the GAR would have probably forced her into some sort of insane asylum - or at least gotten her daily therapy.

Rin’s best friend is Warden and their like brother and sister, and all her friends are the Clones and some of the Jedi.

Iniko Edge

Iniko is a fourteen-year-old Pantoran Youngling boy. He has violet blue skin (colour hex code; #4157A2), golden yellow eyes, soft yellow markings on his arms, legs and hands, and curly raven black hair that is actually very dark, deep purple but only really obvious in certain lights.

Iniko has a double-bladed dark purple lightsaber that can be split into two separate lightsabers (like Cal’s). He got both crystals during the Gathering, and panicked because of it.

Iniko was apprenticed to Shaak Ti at the start of the Clone Wars and lives on Kamino. He trains there and has befriended many clones.

Iniko is a kind and quiet boy, but not shy. He loves befriending the Clones but is a bit quiet at first. All the Clones see him like a younger brother. After a few months of training with his Master on Kamino, Iniko is sent to assist other Jedi with missions and use Kamino as his base instead of Coruscant. He is sent as a Commander alongside Captain Rook and a small battalion of Clones. They aren’t really like battalions such as the 212th and 501st because they're a lot smaller and they have never gone on missions just with themselves. They don’t even go on missions as much as others, because thats how they work.

Iniko secretly cries for every Clones’ death and is a sweet Clones’ rights supporter. He befriends lots of other battalions’ clones - such as Cody, Rex, Jesse and others. He is best friends with Captain Rook, Ahsoka - who he teams up with during missions and was actually créchemates with - and several members of his squad - in particular Tripp, Kaz and Tempest.

Iniko also met Rin and sees her as an older sister, although Rook lectures him regularly about not taking after her reckless nature. Rook is extremely protective over him, and it shows through a lot. In fact, the entire squad - and others - are protective over him. But not in an obsessed way. They know that he can handle himself and that's what scares them.

Iniko is a wholesome boy and very similar to Dhole in a few ways because of it, but also different.

Iniko hides his breakdowns and illnesses and injuries and all that from everyone, because he believes he doesn’t matter as much. That’s one of the Temple’s faults. They brought up all the Younglings, Padawans, Knights and Masters to believe that peace was the most important thing, and to get it at all costs. Accidentally, they taught Iniko that he wasn’t worth as much as the battle, and so he remembers that. The Clones are slowly helping him but he’s still fragile.

DONE

HOPE U LIKED

IMMA GO HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

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noforkingclue · 2 years

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Hey what's up. I hope you had a great weekend.

May I please request a Steven Grant x reader where they are in a car chase with some of Marc's enemies who are trying to kill the reader and Steven. Would it be possible if you included the dialogue "There are no red lights in the middle of a car chase."

I hope this did not come across as being bossy, if it has im really sorry.

Have a great week :)

Thank you so much! I’m now on annual leave for two weeks and I’m so happy! Work has been very stressful lately so I’ve desperately needed a break!

Of course this didn’t come across as bossy! I loved Moon Knight and I’m glad I got a some requests for it :D

Hope you enjoy the fic!

Title: Chases

Marvel tag list: @geocookie21, @greeneyedblondie44, @purebloodwitch

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian

“Turn left! Turn left! Turn left!”

You gritted your teeth as the man in the passenger seat pressed himself further against the car door and gripped the seatbelt tightly.

“I know, Steven,” you said as calmly as you could manage, “I do live in London, y’know. I know which way I need to go.”

“Right,” Steven said awkwardly, “Yeah, I knew that. Silly me.”

“Although who the fuck starts a car chase in central London,” you muttered, “This isn’t a film. There are-“

“Pedestrian!”

“Shit!”

You slammed on the brakes at Steven’s yells and narrowly avoided hitting someone. You glanced at Steven out of the corner of your eye. He had his eyes tightly shut and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, although this was all Marc’s fault. Who knew that the bastard had so many enemies?

“Look,” you said as you briefly looked into the rear-view mirror, “I’m trying to find a place to dump the car. I think we’ve lost them for the time being. The sooner we get off the road the better.”

“Yeah,” Steven opened his eyes slowly, “Good thing you can drive.”

“Umm.”

You coughed awkwardly and avoided eye contact. Steven sat up straight and the panicked look returned.

“You can drive?” he asked desperately

“Of course I can,” you said, “I wouldn’t be driving in central fucking London if I couldn’t. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Legally speaking, I can’t.”

“What?”

“I didn’t pass my test. I almost did,” you added quickly, “It’s just my driving instructor was a cu- jerk. He failed me on one stupid little mistake.”

“So you don’t have a licence,” Steven flopped back in his seat, “Great. We are breaking so many laws right now.”

“Now see-“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before another car slammed into the back of yours. You swore and glared at them in the mirror.

“One good thing,” you muttered as people jumped out of the way, “No guns.”

“What a relief,” said Steven, “Marc doesn’t agree though.”

“Well tell Marc that he’s a dick.”

“He heard you.”

“Good.”

You gripped the steering wheel tightly as you desperately tried to lose the cars that were chasing you. Part of you was glad that it was Steven next to you, while the other part secretly wished that it was Marc. Marc was more used to situations like these and would’ve been able to lose the cars quicker than you could. Well, at least you hoped he could. You glanced at Steven again who looked like he was slowly recovering.

“Y/n-“

But you still needed to get rid of those damn cars.

“Y/n-“

If only you could find a place to dump your car then run to underground. Hopefully you’d be able to lose then in there and-

“Red light!”

“Fuck.”

You didn’t have time to hit the brakes and you narrowly avoided hitting another person. Steven was gripping the seat belt again and he said weakly,

“You skipped a red light.”

“There are no red lights in the middle of a car chase,” you said, “We really need to get out of London.”

“You’re being very sensible.”

You snapped your head around to glare at Steven. You opened your mouth to argue back when you realised that you had taken your eyes off the road. You jerked your head back just as the steering wheel slipped from your grasp. As quickly as that had happened a hand shot out a grabbed your hand, steadying the wheel.

“Not very sensible,” Marc voice seemed to cut through the noise like a knife, “Maybe Steven needs his view reassessed.”

You swallowed thickly as Marc remained near as he helped you steady the car. With your eyes firmly locked on the road in front of you, Marc looked behind.

“Well done,” he said, “You’ve managed to lose them. Good girl.”

You wrinkled your nose at Marc’s words which earned a chuckle from him. As he relaxed back into his seat you said,

“Should I asked why those people were chasing us?”

“Best not to worry about it.”

“Even if not knowing is why Steven and I get killed?”

“You won’t. I have faith in you.”

“Glad to hear it. Where to now? Hey are you sleeping?”

Marc, who did have his eyes shut, open one eye and said,

“Preferably out of the city. I trust you to keep us all safe.”

You remained silent as Marc shut his eyes again. You weren’t expecting Marc to say that or the odd feeling that you got in the pit of your stomach at his words. What you did know was that nothing good was going to come from it.

#fanfiction #marvel #moon knight #reader insert #request #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader

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