#i hope this is ok!! lemme know if anything needs to be changed or if you'd like something different

[lrdvyke]

starter ft. tavern — @devi1lute !

❛ I’d tell you not to get in trouble. ❜ It is an easy thing to say something which may never be acted upon by the other party. There is a faint amusement to his words because of that; as one hand balances a silver helm, the other his spear. ❛ But I suspect it will find you whether you like it or not. Seems more often the case, especially for ones with a story trailing behind themselves wherever they go. ❜ Yet the pale eyes are pointed towards the other man when the last statement is said. A faint curiosity, but he sees no reason to pry. Not yet, at least.

#devi1lute #— ver. bg3 #hi hello ! hope this is ok if not lemme know if i need to change anything c: #thought something simple as maybe helping each other on the road would be a good start? #half way between strangers and knowing each other hm mm

[theobailey]

Theo had vehemently fought against the idea of heading to the ER. Hospitals were never pleasant, and his recent experience had been completely overtaken by fear, but the pain was too much, so much he couldn't sleep, and he wasn't much help with the babies either, that he'd hauled his ass to the Memorial. "See, I really need to head back home as quick as possible," he told the ER doctor, "She's all alone with the babies, and I'm on night duty so-" He shifted in his wheelchair. "Just a quick pain pill and I'll be good to go."

with @aliciamillergarcia at the providence peak memorial

#filed under : alicia #hope this is ok! lemme know if I need to change anything

[generalzelgius]

          Apologizing to someone was no easy task   ;    it meant setting aside one’s pride and to admit that what was done was indeed a wrong committed to another person. Even an apology for something menial was difficult, now can one imagine how that is tenfold when one has committed such atrocities against another being   ?   The choice to make the long trek to Serenes Forest was not one made lightly, however, the guilt-ridden knight had decided it was time to amend the past by attempting to atone personally to someone who had been very much innocent and caught up in the horrors of war. 

          As he finally made his way into the forest he removed the hood of the cloak he wore to protect his identity. He held no secrets anymore and wanted Leanne to see him as he was, for the person he had now become. He held no expectations for this visit or that even she would grant him an audience at all. Truly, he would not blame the heron if she never wished to see or hear from him ever again. In fact, she, like so many others would have thought him to be dead. Him showing up now in seemingly perfect health would be an unpleasant surprise to many, this he knew.

@nobilismare​

#nobilismare #[ ok i hope this works for you ???? lemme know if i need to change anything !!! ] #███ ♞ ┆ rise from the ashes / you were meant for survival ┆ ( main verse )

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @afterglitch inspired by

"how does one stupid, cute baby go through this much laundry? jesus fucking christ." words were spoken at a whisper, though the kid was fast asleep in his room, thankfully.

#slater threads. #afterglitch #i hope both these ones i'm writing ya are ok!!! <3 #lemme know if you need me to change anything at all

[antihcroes]

@wysteriafaded liked for a starter!

katniss wakes with a start, taking a moment to breathe and calm her heart down. as she glances around the room it's then that she notices she's alone, the spot next to her empty. something that isn't a common occurrence. she brushes some hair back from her face, pushing herself out of bed and shuffling herself to the door. she leaves the room, and notices a light on in the kitchen. making her way to there it's then that she sees him and relief courses through her, walking over to him. "hey." she greets quietly. "what're you doing up, in here? everything okay?"

#( katniss everdeen interactions ) #( katniss ft. peeta ) #( katniss main ) #wysteriafaded #(i've really been in my everlark feels lately so i'm !!! abt this) #(also i hope this is all ok!!! if you need me to change anything lemme know <3)

[xallmywolvesx]

who: Stefan @fadiingliight

where: library

Carleigha smiled as she watched the kids settle in on various bean bags and comfy seats they had scattered around the kids area of the library. Storytime had taken a different turn today, each kid picking their own books to read, with Carly's help when needed. She loved watching how enthusiastic they got about reading on their own so she often kept to the side. Letting her arm fall to her side, the bracelet on her wrist jingles annoyingly. Her doctors had recommended the medical alert bracelet back after her diagnosis this year, but she hadn't really gotten around to picking one out until recently. It felt heavy on her wrist tugging at her attention. Inwardly shaking her head she lifted her head to look around smiling faintly as she spotted Stefan making his way across the library floor. "Hey there" Holding a finger to she lips she motions to his twins sharing a bean bag and a book. "They are about halfway through Library Lion and loving it"

#cchat #cc:stefan #i hope this is ok #lemme know if i need to change anything

[diortm]

𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @luhstories​ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

kit loved his wife, absolutely adored her, but even he wouldn't have guessed that his love for her stretched so far as to kill for her -- but hey, who's marriage didn't have its own problems? many others would have abandoned ship and declared the marriage doomed in this situation but not kit. no, instead he had chosen to go out there and find someone bad enough that he could morally write off having killed them, just so his wife could eat. "did you enjoy your meal, baby?" you have to be supportive, he kept reminding himself as he gave her an encouraging smile. "you want a soda or something with that? or.... seasoning?”

#listen i absolutely LOVE joel hammond #hope this is ok! #lemme know if u need me to change anything #kit armstrong ; 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒.

[princessbrunette]

I think if you tried to bargain with bounty hunter!rafe by saying you’d do whatever he wants if he’ll just let you go, he’d think about it before getting all serious and looking down at you with a suggestive smirk “whatever I want, huh? ok, kid. lemme putta ring on that finger.. how bout that? how’s being my little housewife sound, huh?”

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

you’re held up in a barn. it wasn’t ideal, lord knows rafe knew that — much used to a finer life back where he lived with his fathers riches on the fat of his land, but for now it had to do. the two of you were laying low — the word being that someone had recognised your face off a missing poster that your father had put out, and now rafe had to make sure the two of you were far from anyone’s sight for a while.

“my fathers still looking for me.” you gaze wistfully out the window. so there was hope, you almost forgot that this could be an option after all this time. you’d grown slightly fond of rafe since he’d taken you, which you knew was wrong — but you couldn’t help it. he was a handsome guy, and he seemed to actually care about your safety. you knew this mentality was likely just a survival technique — you're less likely to go insane if you believe your captor cares for you instead of caring for the condition he delivers you in, but whatever helped soothe you.

"yeah, well…" he bites on his finger nail, leaning against the wall as he looks out the barn door he'd left ajar. "great for you, sucks for me. i do not want to get arrested, believe it or not." he sarks, his own nerves producing quite the attitude.

“you know if you just let me go you wouldn’t go to jail.” you try, and you knew it was a long shot but begging for your escape had become second nature by this point. you swivel, sitting on a hay bale with your legs swinging aimlessly, brushing down the dress he’d purchased you at the market when he decided you needed to change your clothes as to not be recognised.

he chuckles silently, shaking his head before finally turning to face you — arms crossed over his chest.

“yeah? you uh…” he shrugs theatrically. “you think i’d just let you go? just like that.”

“well what do you want?” you whine, huffing as you push yourself to stand, coming right up to him to stare up at him desperately. he stares back down, lips parted, amused. “i’ll do anything. anything you want.”

“anything i- okay.” he shakes his head, pushing his fingers stressfully against his eyelids for a moment as he paces before arriving back infront of you, blinking into thin air and slowly lowering his hand as if he’s had an idea. “anything i want? ‘s what you said, right?” he clarifies, and you falter a little— shrinking in size at the realisation of how broad ‘anything’ is.

“…yes?”

“alright so,” his hand strikes out suddenly grabbing a hold of your wrist making you jump, squealing and resisting from habit. “give me that shit.” he grits his teeth and you submit, allowing him to raise your hand, taking a look at your fingers. “yeah…yeah i can see it. i’m gonna put a ring on that little finger.”

“huh?” your eyes widen.

“‘said anything, right? so… so if i marry you, it’ll look like you just ran away with me and he’ll stop looking. god damnit i—” he laughs, rubbing a hand down his mouth.

“what about your boss?” you blink, unsure of this whole thing. he waves you off, walking past you.

“my uh, boss is my dad.” he itches his cheek, perhaps a little embarrassed of the fact. “‘said i could do whatever i wanted with you. your dad pissed my dad off, so— so i took you, right— that parts done, his little girl is gone, my dad wins.” he explains, finally filling you in on why the whole thing happened, you stare intently, following him over to where he rummages through the bags tied to the horse. “i was gonna bring you to my dad to show him… show him that i could do it, and that he could trust me… but this is better, yeah — this is way better.” he mutters, before pulling out a small piece of wire, a souvenir from what he’d originally bound your wrists with.

“yeah, this’ll do.” he speaks to himself before yanking your wrist again, beginning to bend the wire around your finger. “‘til i can get you a real ring, a’ight?” his brows raise and he cups your cheeks in his rough hands, eyes darting between yours. “you are going to make the prettiest little housewife. okay? y’gonna marry me?”

you figured this was better than whatever his boss, well — his dad would have done with you, like sell you or something, so you nod. plus, rafe wasn’t all too bad.

“okay.” you agree just about a whisper.

“okay?” he clarifies and you nod, so he forces his mouth against yours. “this is gonna save us.” he whispers when he pulls away.

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #bountyhunter!rafe #western!au

[brittle-doughie]

HEY, IT'S 🎀 ANON. I'VE BEEN REVIVED BY NEW UPCOMING CROB UPDATE- how do you feel about it? -🎀

Looking Into the Face the Trial Update for Ovenbreak! (I guess!)

Oh crap, you were out of it for a while? Lel.

Bro got caught? Looks like Chili remains undefeated in the scot-free department.

Rest in peace in peace for all you peeps who have had Cappuccino Cookie OCs and

150 MILLION YEARS?! BLUD IS NOT GETTING OUT, IT’S ROGUEFOVER FOR THEM!

Here’s our first cookie for the update, Langue de Chat Cookie. Doesn’t it mean cat tongue or something like that? Probably for the best that his name is written like that as opposed to..Cat Tongue Cookie.

Ok, so it’s kinda like the TBD event of recent memory, I wonder if there’s more to it, lemme see them Ace Attorney references.

Friday Night-

Skins for the new cookies along with Walnut and Almond were expected, but Starfruit getting a skin finally? Hype.

It’s Brixity time. (Starts Brixitying)

A fairly fun update overall, again, I do hope there’s more to the main event then what was shown, it never hurts to have some changes here and there to prevent things from getting too stale!

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You deadpanned towards the cookie on the opposite side of the glass, a phone in your hand.

Y/N Cookie: Did you seriously use your one phone call on me instead of a lawyer?

Roguefort Cookie: You’re better then any lawyer, my jewel~ Now I can’t imagine doing anything else but talking to you.

Y/N Cookie: This call is timed, what do you need, Rougefort?

Roguefort Cookie: You.

Y/N Cookie: (deadpan again) Anything else you need?

Roguefort Cookie: How about you be my defense? I wouldn’t mind it at all!

Y/N Cookie: Uh..I don’t think I’m qualified for the job, but I know a cookie who might.

Roguefort Cookie: If you’re the one recommending them, then I will have faith in them. It hurts having this glass keep us apart.

Y/N Cookie: Hehe, sure….

You look down and pull out a card from your pocket. You figured it would come in handy one day.

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cr ovenbreak #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #roguefort cookie #roguefort cookie x reader #brittle speaks

[the-little-ewok]

A Little Help

A little help

Poe Dameron X F! Reader

Rating : T

Wordcount : 2900 (ish)

Warnings : None. Just fluff

Summary : Request from Tegan with prompt: “Wait, you think I'm cute?”

Poe brings BB-8 to you every week insisting something is wrong but you can never find anything, His droid is always in perfect condition. But BB-8 has decided his master needs a little help with you…

A/N : Sorry this took a little time to write! I do hope its worth the wait.

GIF banner by the lovely Salome-C

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"It's happened again!" 

Of course it did. You could almost time the commanders visits down to the day now. Always around a week after the last time you've seen him, for far longer than you've been able to keep track. As long as Poe Dameron is on base, you can guarantee that at some point you'll hear him running into your room, asking for your help. 

Putting down the datapad you’ve been working on, you turn to face him, holding the droid safely in his arms, the look of panic in his face softening your annoyance.

"Poe, I've already done everything I can. You really need to get it checked over by someone a bit more experienced. I'm not really a mechanic," you sigh softly as he puts the droid down in front of you on the table, wondering how he manages to carry it and yet still look like it hardly bothers him at all. The only indication it's even slightly heavy is the slight flush of his cheeks. 

"But you fixed him last time?" Poe interrupts your admiration of him, drawing your attention back to the droid now happily beeping and rolling across your table. 

"I didn't do anything but replace a few almost burnt out fuses. None of them would have caused any problems. You know that as well as I do." His face falls as you talk, making you pause in your words. Maker, you can’t stand to see that forlorn look. "But I suppose I can take another look. Maybe run some diagnostics again if you want?"

"Yeah? You don't mind?" Poe breathes, relief evident in his tone. "I've looked him over myself, but there must be something I'm missing. I just don't know how to help. Everyone else is busy. And you know it's…not really important."

You understood the love the pilot had for the little droid, but above all else the resistance came first, which meant he'd been bringing the droid to you to look over, even with your limited experience, because everyone else was caught up preparing for missions. His ability to care, to love even the smallest of things, has always been the most attractive trait of the pilot, which is really in part why you didn't mind him coming to you either. But despite the fact you enjoyed his company, you always wished it was under better circumstances. 

"Ok, lemme help you take another look and we'll try and figure it out together," you reassure him, trying to quell your thumping heart as he suddenly wraps his arms around you to give you a grateful hug.

“You’re the best,” he breathes, letting you go so you can grab your datapad.

He stands by quietly watchful as you re-run the diagnostics on his droid. He doesn't interrupt you, but he hovers far too close, watching your every movement, his hands twitching to help catch the droid every time you move it to unscrew panels or to check the inner workings.  

You almost wish you could find something to explain BB's behaviour, so you could at least fix it and quiet the pilot's worries. But as you finish up your diagnostics and checks, everything comes back exactly the same. His droid was, as always, in perfect condition.

"I don't know what to tell you, Poe. There's nothing wrong with BB that I can find," you shrug, re-checking the diagnostics again. 

"You're absolutely sure? Can you check again?"

You sigh, opening your mouth to explain that running everything again wouldn't change anything, but you pause as he gives you a pleading look. Stars, he needed to stop doing that, and you absolutely needed to stop giving in to him. Steeling yourself, you shake your head at him.

"Poe, I've checked it twice already. I promise there is nothing wrong with -” Your words cut out as the droid gives a series of beeps and a tilt of his head, before spinning around at top speed, beeping and whirring, causing the pilot to hold out his hands to ensure it doesn't fall off the table. Once the droid stops, Poe gives you a worried look. 

"This! This is what keeps happening! Just once a week and then I bring him here, and he’s fine. And then it happens again. There must be something." He runs his hands carefully over the droid, soothing it as one might a child, as you frown at them both, a thought slowly forming in the back of your mind. It starts quiet at first before it grows louder and the more you think about it, the more you start to believe it. 

Putting down your datapad you gently tug Poe’s sleeve to get his attention. 

"Can I have a word? Away from your droid. I think I know what this might be." When he nods, you walk over to the other side of the room, waiting for him as he follows you quietly. He all but drags his feet, shoving his hands deep in his pockets, looking like the world crashed into his shoulders before you’ve even spoken. 

"It's bad news, isn't it? You don't have to pretend it's not. If we know, we can figure out how to fix it. I mean, nothing can be unfixable, right?" His worried look breaks your heart, especially when he bites his lip and glances up to look between you and his droid. 

"Poe, I promise you there is nothing wrong with your droid. Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen one that's better cared for." You take a breath, considering how to phrase your next wording in the most polite way possible. "Do you think maybe…BB is just doing it for attention?" 

To anyone else they might have scoffed at you, told you droids are programs, and they don't have the ability to act out, but Poe looks over at his droid, a frown etched in his brow. BB gives a curious whir in your direction, rolling to the edge of the table to get closer to you both. 

"Why would he do that?" He frowns, turning back to you.

"You've been on a lot of missions lately. Maybe BB's just feeling a little left out of your attention? I think everyone misses you a bit when you're gone." You are sure you can't be the only person that misses his presence, so it's technically not a lie, though you couldn't say for sure. 

"I haven't been gone that often without him. I mean… I guess lately things have been a bit more chaotic. I suppose I have been a bit distracted," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh. "So, nothing’s wrong?"

"Nothing I can find. I mean, you really should get someone else to check him over in case I'm wrong, though. Droids aren't my special field." He already knows that, but both of you also already know that unless it's resistance critical, there are still no resources to really help him, even with the respect everyone held for the commander. 

Poe lets out a sigh of relief, the tension easing from his shoulders at your reassurance.  

"No, I think you're right. It makes sense. I haven't been a very good friend lately." 

Your heart gives a sudden painful ache, and you have to stop yourself from throwing your arms around him to hug him. 

"I don't think it's that. You're doing the best you can, and nobody has been a better friend to that droid than you." You settle for patting his arm comfortingly, still biting back the urge to wrap yourself around him, and squeeze him tight for even thinking that about himself. 

"I'm sorry. I feel like we've wasted your time," he apologises. 

"Not at all. I don't mind. But I will get my own back," you wink, before raising your voice loud enough to echo across the room. "So yeah I'll just take it apart, wipe its memory, rebuild it and should be fine then," you shrug loudly with a smile at Poe.

BB-8 gives an alarmed set of beeps, rolling as far away from you as possible to the other end of the table. With a laugh as he walks back, Poe picks him up and sets him carefully on the floor, where he rolls behind his master's legs, peeking out at you. 

"She's not serious, buddy," the pilot reassures softly, "but you gotta stop this now. I know I haven't been able to take you with me lately but -"

BB-8's beeps cut him off mid sentence making the pilot spin on his heel to frown at the droid.

He kneels down to get eye level as you walk back over to them, convinced you must have misheard or mistranslated something. 

"Say that again, buddy?" Poe asks softly. 

Curious to hear a clear answer as well, you crouch down, close enough that his leg is pressed against yours while he kneels beside you. Silently, you curse yourself for misjudging the distance that would be between you when you got down here. You really should move but now, you feel stuck, feeling like it would be as awkward to suddenly move as it would be to stay.

The pilot smells good. Really fucking good. Like starched washing, engine oil and soap. And he's hot, like the warmth a cooling X-Wing engine gives off when you stand too close, just warm enough to be comfortable but borderline that you might overheat if you stay too long…

Swallowing, you try to ignore the flare of prickling heat that creeps up the back of your neck at his closeness. If the lack of distance bothers Poe at all, he makes no indication of it. 

He frowns at the droid as BB-8 repeats his earlier statement, reaching out a hand to rest on its side as he speaks, "Buddy, what do you mean you have to keep coming here until I do it? Until I do what?" 

BB beeps back at him, making your eyes go wide and Poe stiffen next to you. 

"You… you little…we are going to have a serious talk about this." He scolds, pointing a finger at the droid, who gives a series of beeps back in defence. 

Poe turns to you at the same time you turn to him and fuck, he's far too close. The shock of it makes you wobble on your heels, and you're lucky his reflexes are what they are, as his hand shoots out to grab your arm and prevent you falling backwards. He holds you until you're steady, while you hope he can't feel your fluttering pulse through your clothes. His hand on your arm seems to burn through your shirt, sending heat flushing across your skin, before he lets you go, and a strange coldness engulfs you at the lack of touch.

Getting a handle on yourself, you swallow, bringing your attention back to the droid's answers. 

"Did…did your droid just say that he's bringing you here to ask me out?"

"I am so sorry." The pilot apologises sincerely, but there's something in his eyes that you could almost take as thinly veiled amusement. You're not sure how sorry he actually is for his droid’s interference, but maybe he's sorry you found out.

"Do you always get your droid to pick up girls for you?"

"I swear I didn't put him up to this!" Poe protests the moment the words leave your mouth, a blush creeping over his cheeks and lighting up the tips of his ears with red. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, amused at his sudden defence. 

"So you're telling me you think your droid did this all by itself just to get you to talk to a girl?" 

"Yes!" 

"And you're telling me it's seriously been bringing you here every week, so you can ask me out? And you had no idea?"

"Yes!" He confirms, his cheeks growing redder with each passing moment. You aren't sure if he's embarrassed at your teasing, at the thought that you think he put his droid up to it, or the fact his droid decided he needed a little help with getting dates. 

You snort with laughter at the whole situation. 

"Stop laughing about it," Poe laughs, "I swear I did not encourage this in any way! I had nothing to do with this!" 

"Okay," you laugh at his protests, "If you say so, Poe! You've both wasted a lot of my time, you know? You're lucky you're cute, or I might be annoyed."

Oh no. Oh no, you did not just let that slip out. You can feel your own embarrassment prickling at the back of your neck as Poe's eyes light up.  

"Wait, you think I'm cute?" His grin this time is not his usual flyboy flirtation cockiness, but a genuine lopsided goofy smile that's all teeth. Stars, it's the most adorable smile he's ever given you, and you could swear your heart skips more than one beat at the sight. 

"Yeah, well, you both are. You know, together. Just a droid and its dad." You give off what is supposed to be an offhand laugh, and even you can hear the unsure way it comes across from your embarrassment. "Anyway, we were discussing you two."

You try desperately to change the subject back to the droid as BB-8 whirs and beeps happily around you, teasing his master. 

"He was too shy to ask me himself? Now you must have a fried chip I've missed!" You giggle before you glance over at the pilot, who quickly turns his gaze from you back to his droid, his cheeks still flushed pink. "You're not shy."

"I don't think shy is the right word. I just…you're busy, and I'm sure you have better things to do. I was being considerate. There hasn't been a good time to ask. And you might have said no and broken my heart." He gives you a playful wink, and you can't help the smile that curls over your lips in return, as much as you try to suppress it. 

"Well your droid went to all this effort, I think it would be rude not to ask now," you tease him softly. Poe raises his eyebrows before he gets to his feet, holding out his hands in order to help you up. Placing your hands in his, you allow him to pull you to your feet, trying not to allow your breath to stutter at the contact. His fingers are calloused but soft, his grip firm but gentle. And even when you are on your feet, he still doesn't let go of your hands.  

"So, would you consider letting me take you to dinner?" Poe finally asks, the back of his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "Maybe tonight?"

"Well, I have a lot of work to catch up on from the last few weeks because I spent a lot of time checking someone's bratty droid," you give BB-8 a pointed look and the droid beeps back at you, letting you know it has zero regrets about that.

"Which was in no way my fault or doing. I am also an entirely innocent party in this and should not be blamed." Poe reminds you with a grin before he lets go of your hands. You suddenly feel lost without the contact, as though without him grounding you here, you could simply float away. "But if you don't want -" 

"I didn't say that," you cut him off with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure I can clear some time for dinner with you tonight." 

"Great!" He gives a cough, curbing his enthusiasm with a quick embarrassed smile. "I mean, that's great. So, 7?"

You nod in confirmation, not trusting your own voice to not come out as a squeal of excitement, and Poe beams at you. 

Leaning over, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek, making heat flare up the back of your neck and across your cheeks. 

"See you tonight then," he grins, walking backwards towards the door, keeping his eyes on you as you bite your lip with a smile. You see it coming seconds before it happens, not giving you enough time to warn him. He turns around to look where he's going and smacks straight into the door frame with a thud.

He groans, stumbling back a little, his hand flying to press against his forehead. 

"Are you-" you start, taking a step towards him, but Poe shakes his head, straightening his jacket. 

"You didn't see that," he laughs at himself, turning around to give you a grin, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment. There is a clear mark forming quickly on his head where he met the frame, and you can't help but giggle.

"I mean even if I didn't see it…still sort of heard it," you laugh as he rubs his head. "Seriously, are you ok?"

"Yeah, don't worry. No getting out of our date. I'll be alright by tonight… and I promise I’ll be more co-ordinated" he winks with a soft laugh. "Right, let me try this again."

When he leaves this time, he turns to watch where he's going, carefully navigating his way around the door frame as his droid beeps at him. You hear his answer floating back down the corridor. 

"You shush, You've caused more than enough trouble." Another series of distant beeps followed by Poe's outraged answer echoing across the halls, "I am not being ungrateful for your help!”

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Taglist reblog to follow

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron x you #poe dameron #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron request #poe dameron x f!reader

[lrdvyke]

starter ft. tess — @folie2deux !

Perhaps, in some meandering thought, Vyke does not expect to see the dealer, Tess, again. He has seen her once before, thinking that was it. Not with the rot that seems to be traveling from down her left arm, slow as it is yet damning all the same. An illness without cure, a creeping death one is not envious of. ❛ It is a pleasure to look on you again, ❜ Vyke says as his way of greeting the moment he sees them, traveling down from Limgrave in his want to head deeper into Caelid itself. Voice is muffled behind his helm, but the smile he has can still be heard through his words. ❛ Even in such trying times. Any troubles? ❜

#folie2deux #— ver. main #took some points from your post and put this in the elden ring verse if that's cool!! if not lemme know if i need to change anything c: #i'm sure he doesn't know what the rot is actually doing to her arm tho so he jus sees rot and is like 'damb shit sucks huh' #gskghjkfsg #i had an idea that he probably met tess once or twice in his travels so i hope that's ok?

[cerseis-fav-maiden]

A/N: I’m feelin some angst comfort today soooo I’m gonna write this tho no one asked for it lol

Oh ok….going home?

Melissa Schemmenti x FemReader

(Not my gif)

You and Melissa had been dating for about 5 months now but this was your first Valentines with her you were so excited you were gonna take flowers to her at Abbott and some pasta you made…plus you decorated the whole house…she always loved that you enjoyed cooking as well you get all dolled up and get onto your car heading to Abbott then you text her about your arrival because she hates surprises and she has a new kid who’s really rowdy so she’s most likely stressed

You: Hey mel I brought you lunch I’m almost there your in the kitchen right?

🩵mel🩵 : I am.

You: okie!!

You begin to think you shouldn’t have done this by her response..but to late now your already flowers in your purse and pasta in hand… you walk in immediately greeted by Barbara who adores you “awe you brought her food on Valentines how sweet y/n!” Melissa sits grading not even acknowledging your presence you really thought she’d be excited…you slowly walk over “hi mel…” you say timidly putting the Tupperware of food next to her on the table “hm?” She responds “oh thanks you gonna go home now? Cause I have my hands full right now and I don’t need you here right now” You’ve always been sensitive but that really hurt you you being to tear up “um yeah sorry to bother you” you practically run out of the room as soon as the door shuts behind you everyone’s eyes turn to Melissa

Then out of silence barb says “Melissa Schemmenti what in gods name is wrong with you?!” Melissa scoffs “nothing? Just busy why?” Barbs turn to scoff “PLEASE LIKE YOU DIDNT JUST ENTIRELY DISMISS YOUR GIRLFRIEND WHO DID SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU ON VALENTINES?!?” Melissa starts to think and goes “oh please I’m sure she’s fine” barb laughs “ok lemme call her” she calls me I answer clearly stuffy nose and wobbly voice “what’s up barb?” “Are you ok hunny?” “Sure, yeah it’s fine maybe she just didn’t want to talk to me on Valentines I get it it’s ok” I say crying again Mel tears up and signals for barb to hang up “ok well I’m taking her class for the rest of the day and she’s coming to you” Mel is quick out the door and in her car…

You meanwhile are at your shared home sobbing on the couch flowers on the floor in front of you you hear a car pull up and panic you don’t want her to be even more mad so you run and lock your self in the bathroom she comes in seeing all the decorations and she feels so horrible “where you at sweet girl!?” She yells into the house walking down the hall hearing you in the bathroom she stop’s outside the door “hun?” You choke out a response “yes? Are you ok?” She sighs “come out here please I’m sorry” you cry a bit “your not mad?” She tears up “no hun I’m not I promise I’ll explain I just want to hold you please I’m so sorry” you stand opening the door standing there shyly tear stained face and say “hi” she chuckles sympathetically “hi pretty girl” she reaches out but doesn’t hug you yet asking silent permission in which you nod she repeats over and over while hugging you “I’m sorry I’m so sorry” you pull away walking to the living room picking up the flowers and half heartily handing them to her she takes them “thank you baby” I smile lightly “um I hope you liked the pasta there’s more in the fridge” she tuts at you “nu uh dearie we are talking about this you can’t just let people hurt you hun” i sigh “I know Mel I just can we change into pj’s and lay on the couch first” she smiles brightly “anything you want darling”

We both change and I beat her to the couch she quickly follows pulling me into her lap “ok love I’m sorry I know I’ve said that a lot I snapped at you over stress at work something I should never do none the less on Valentines” I nod accepting her apology burying my head into her neck “ok so wanna bake together after a well deserved nap?” she asks trying to cheer you up “yes Mel that sounds perfect thank you!” You forgive her understanding her reasoning and the rest of the day is perfect…

#wlw crush #middleagedwoman #melissa schemmenti imagine #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary #angst to comfort

[faulty-writes]

Hey faulty, it’s currently 4am and I’m feeling really sick rn aha. Could you maybe do a oneshot of Iida x fem reader where she gets sick at night? Like they’re on a camping trip with the class 1A and they end up having to share a bed? (Cliché ik but I love this trope sue me) and she gets sick at night. I’m talking fever keeping her up until 3am then going to the restroom in the bedroom to puke. She doesn’t want to wake up iida and tries to just deal with it alone.. but she ends up waking iida up anyway when she goes to the restroom. She got so hot that she had to take off her t shirt but left the sweats on. She’s in a white tank top btw. (For plot you’ll see) Iida knocks on the door bc like he’s worried ya know? She says it’s open and then a few min later after talking, she asks him to bring her a black tank top from her luggage bc the one she has on is kinda see through. She’s red from the fever btw. Iida brings it and she turns her back and just slips it off to replace it with the black one. Normally shy but friendly reader would feel embarrassed in changing in front of him (and even being in a tank top) , but at this point, she feels like dog water so she doesn’t care. When she quickly slipped the white tank over her head, iida gets flustered (you know naturally bc u know girl he likes). He’s gonna turn around (or act how iida acts) but he sees some scars on her back for just 2 seconds. This leads to late night caring and reader opening up about trauma from rich parents. (Think like Killua from hxh just for the abuse he went through- parents wanted to make reader really strong and we’re obsessed over it-she’s in a better home now tho with a relative)

iida and fem reader are in the “I kinda like you a lot but I’m not going to do anything bc I love our friendship rn phase.”

Could you make it cute and fluffish and domestic? (I think that’s how u use that word lol) Reader and iida grow closer through it too. I’m sorry this ask is so specific lol, I have a vision in mind. I also think sweet shy fem reader x iida is really cute. (This is not self indulgent at all aha😂)

It’s ok if ur not up to it.. tho I would be really happy if u did write it up. I love ur fanfics!! Been a fan for like 3 years even before I had tumblr!(❁´◡`❁) just lemme know if ur busy rn or don’t wanna write it! No pressure. :)

Thank you!

[ Alright! Sorry this took a bit, but I hope you're feeling better and I hope I did this story justice. It was kind of fun to write, I like the whole "I like you but need to stay friends" trope because it can always grow into something more. Anyways, I tried to make Tenya flustered just enough in this fic. I love embarrassing him. ]

“Are you most certain you’re correct?” Tenya urged, and Izuku held up a piece of paper muttering under his breath. “That’s w-what I counted,” he replied before yelping when Katsuki grabbed the back of his head. “Shut the hell up already!” he snapped before glaring at Tenya.

“Who the hell cares if two of us have to share a damn bed!? It’s your fault for not accounting for this, four-eyes,” he growled, making Tenya frown in response. “I am afraid that I did not anticipate the weather causing our pre-scheduled camping trip to be postponed,” he explained, slightly annoyed by Katsuki’s behavior.

He wanted to make graduation special and insisted that Class A take a camping trip. However, due to the rainy weather and the persistence of his female classmates, the choice to pull over and book hotel rooms for the night was made.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Katsuki responded, releasing his hold on Izuku. “Come on you spikey-haired idiot!” he growled at Eijirou who nervously chuckled. “Well, I guess that means Bakugou and I are taking the first room,” he said.

“Best of luck figuring out who shares the one-bedroom suite for the night!” With that, he waved goodbye and chased after Katsuki. “Mineta and I can share a room!” Kaminari announced. “Yes, and Jirou and I can share a room,” Momo said.

“Mm, very well,” Tenya replied, looking at Izuku and Shoto. “I assume you two wish to share a room,” he said. “Oh w-well uh…” Izuku tried to reply but Tenya ignored him. You were sitting on one of the provided chairs in the lobby of the hotel, remaining quiet as you watched the scene unfold.

You coughed and cleared your throat a few seconds later. “Are you okay Y/n?” Tsuyu questioned laying her hand on your back. You nodded. “Uh, yeah just a bit of a sore throat,” you replied, rubbing it to ease the discomfort.

“Everyone please, pair up in groups of two and take a room key!” Tenya announced, and you looked at Tsuyu. “Go ahead,” you said, waving her away. “I don’t care who I spend the night with,” you soon regretted those words when only Tenya and you were left.

“Forgive me,” he said, unlocking the hotel room and turning on the light. “I hope this accommodation does not cause discomfort for you,” he said, gesturing you into the room. He could hear a steady stream of rain hitting the window and vicious thunder rumbling outside.

“I guess this camping trip turned out...s-sour, huh Iida?” you tried to joke, but he didn’t seem to find any humor in your words. Your smile faded and you folded your hands in front of you, focusing on the floor. ‘Well, that didn’t turn out the way I wanted’ you thought with rosy cheeks.

You moved out of the way when Tenya walked into the room, placing the bags on the floor by the bed. He insisted on carrying yours, and it didn’t come as a surprise considering he was a gentleman. “Are you feeling well?” he asked, noticing your reddened cheeks.

“Uh…w-what?” you replied, snapping your head up and trembling when he glared at you. “Are you feeling well?” he repeated. “Um, I uh, y-yeah I’m f-fine,” you choked out, thinking that your sore throat was nothing more than the rain irritating your allergies.

“I see,” he walked over to the bed and asked, “Do you prefer sleeping on the left or right side?” You knitted your eyebrows, unsure what he meant. “Uh, w-whichever side is fine,” you replied but knew your answer wouldn't satisfy him, so you thought of a diversion.

“I wanna take a...a shower!” you exclaimed, trying to ignore his now suspicious glance. The worst part was that you could barely stand looking at his gorgeous eyes. “Very well, you are welcome to freshen up in the shower. I trust you have the appropriate slumber wear, yes?” he asked, adjusting his glasses.

“Uh, y-yes,” you said. Maybe taking a relaxing shower would alleviate your throat soreness. “I’ll um, just g-get them from my s-suitcase,” you said, pointing to it. “Um, t-thanks for carrying it for me, uh, b-by the way,” Tenya nodded.

“I do not believe it would be appropriate to expect a lady to carry her luggage,” he explained, watching you open the suitcase and look through it for your sleeping clothes. Once you gathered everything, you scurried to the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

“What is wrong with me!?” you hissed, walking to the large tub, and turning on the water. You stripped your clothes off and carefully climbed inside, sighing in contentment as the water eased your body’s muscles. You lay there for what felt like hours before carefully climbing back out.

Droplets of water fell from your body, creating a rhythmic pattern as they hit the floor. You drained the tub before walking to the sink. You placed your hands on the counter and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You felt a bit odd and wondered if you had spent a little too much time in the tub.

Well, maybe you’d feel better when you lay down. Once you had dried off, you slipped on a white tank top, a short sleeve shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. “The b-bathroom is free,” you said, walking past the bed. “Hm?” Tenya was sitting on the right side of it reading a book.

“Oh, I see. Thank you,” he replied, closing his book, and placing it on the nightstand near the bed. You closed your eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to lie down. You pulled back the blanket and sat, pressing one hand against the mattress to feel its firmness.

You looked up when Tenya stood, although he didn’t say anything when he gathered his sleeping clothes and headed to the bathroom. You took a deep breath, coughing softly when you laid your head down and pulled the blanket back over you.

The sound of running water accompanied by the rain and thunder that still bellowed outside helped you drift off to sleep, but a few hours later you woke up sweating. “Ah…” you blinked, feeling exhausted, and reached up to touch your forehead. ‘Why am I so hot?’ you thought, wiping your face dry.

Hearing soft snoring, you turned your head. Tenya was lying beside you in blue pajamas and a matching sleeping cap. His face looked content and part of you wondered what he was dreaming about if he was dreaming about anything at all.

‘Maybe this fever will go down if I keep resting’ you thought as you closed your eyes and tried to relax your body. Unfortunately, you found yourself restless and your fever grew more severe, making you whimper on occasion. This combined with the nauseating feeling growing in your stomach finally made you sit up.

“I’m gonna barf…” you muttered, turning to look at Tenya to ensure he was still asleep. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up, especially after all the planning he had put into this camping trip. Besides, maybe it was better you dealt with this by yourself as you never wanted to burden others. You winced, holding your stomach as you stood.

You swallowed hard, tasting acid on your tongue. You turned to look at Tenya one last time before scurrying to the bathroom quietly. Your breathing was heavy and sweat dripped from your skin so profusely that your clothing stuck to your skin making movement uncomfortable.

As you swallowed again, you slowly pulled your arms inside your shirt. You intended to take it off despite being hunched over the toilet. You sighed in relief when the cool air hit your skin, somewhat thankful you made the choice to wear a tank top underneath said shirt.

At the moment, it didn't matter to you that it was white and see-through. You closed your eyes and wiped the sweat from your brow, your mouth salivated so much it dripped down your chin. You dry heaved, feeling your stomach twist until its contents splashed into the toilet.

When you coughed, Tenya's eyes fluttered open and he turned his head, noticing you absent from the bed. He sat up slowly and grabbed his glasses. He was more than certain the noise that had woken him was you.

It was natural that he wanted to check you were okay, so he stood up and walked to the bathroom, noticing that the door was closed. He pressed his ear against it growing more concerned when he heard heavy breathing, followed by sniffles. He frowned and paused before knocking three times.

You snapped your head up, eyes wide but vision blurry as you looked at the bathroom door. “Y/n, do you require assistance?” he asked, and you latched onto your lip to suppress the gag threatening to come. The inside of your mouth tasted sour, and your throat burned.

You shifted your eyes back and forth, knowing if you didn’t answer soon, he’d likely do something drastic. “I…” Your voice was weak, but you tried to push through it. “I…I don’t know,” you replied, before wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

Your answer alarmed Tenya, and seconds later he heard a toilet flush followed by running water. “What is the matter? Are you feeling ill? Are you injured?” he questioned, feeling ridiculous for talking to you through a door. You took a deep breath, resting your hand on your stomach.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, noticing your hair was disheveled and your cheeks red. Your eyes looked swollen and irritated, in other words, you were a mess. “I…just…” Maybe it would be better if he saw for himself.

“Um, t-the door is open,” you said reluctantly. “Very well, may I enter now?” came his reply. “…yeah,” the door squeaked, and you wrapped your arms around yourself before turning to face him. His eyes widened upon seeing you, noting your irritated-looking eyes and reddened face.

He didn’t want to assume anything, but you certainly looked ill. “Forgive me, but you look rather...ill and I do not believe I have a thermometer so I cannot take an accurate measure to confirm or deny any possible fever,” he replied, tapping his chin. “I…I’m not running a fever,” you lied.

He narrowed his eyes and reached out. “Pardon my touch,” he said, pressing his hand against your forehead. Yes, it was a rather outdated method to use, but it would allow him to feel your temperature regardless. “Hm,” he raised his eyebrows and lowered his hand.

“Your forehead is rather warm,” he noted. “May I check your pulse?” You blinked in response, hissing softly when you noticed how dry your eyes felt. “Um…okay?” you replied and gasped when he took your wrist, pressing his thumb against it.

The seconds ticked by awkwardly as you clenched your bottom lip. “Your pulse appears slightly elevated, suggesting possible sickness,” he said, lowering your wrist. “Oh um…” you wrapped your arms around yourself again, suddenly anxious, and self-aware of your see-through tank top.

“Hey Iida,” you said, glancing away shyly. “Yes?” he replied. “Uh…c-could you…get me another tank top? The black one from my luggage?” you asked sweetly, nervously rubbing your upper arms. Tenya knitted his eyebrows together, uncertain why you asked for a tank top when you already had one on.

However, out of curiosity, he glanced down, and his eyes widened. He covered his mouth when he noticed that the fabric of your current tank top was rather…well perhaps it was rude to continue to stare at someone's exposed body.

“Y-yes!” he suddenly shouted, immediately looking away from you. His cheeks glowed a furious red color which was accompanied by a feeling of shame. He knew he should not look at a young lady in such a disrespectful manner. It was improper!

After all, he did not mean to look at you that way, but it seems his mistake caused him a bit of embarrassment. “I would be honored to…” He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the unfamiliar heat that ran through his cheeks.

“I would be honored to assist you, please give me a moment,” he said, promptly turning around and scurrying out of the bathroom. He took deep breaths as he opened your suitcase, searching for the black tank top you requested.

Despite his concern about his fast-paced heartbeat, he believed it to be a natural reaction given his feelings toward you. Of course, he didn't want to ruin your friendship by acting on said feelings. “Here we are,” he said, neatly folding the article of clothing before returning to the bathroom.

“I do hope this is the correct item,” he said, hesitantly holding it out. “Yeah,” you replied, taking it. Unless you were in a relationship or classified yourself as a free spirit there was a certain level of modesty when it came to changing in front of the opposite or even the same sex.

However, given how horrible you felt now you didn’t think twice about turning your back on him and removing your current tank top. Tenya’s eyes widened when he realized what you were doing. His cheeks flushed, and he immediately raised his hand, intent on scolding you, but no words came out.

Despite not anticipating activating his engines, his nervous state made them spark to life and a soft rumbling echoed through the air. “P-pardon!” he stuttered and turned to face the door, feeling his heart accelerate again. “Hm?” You paused and briefly looked over your shoulder at him.

‘Weird…’ you thought, before dropping the white tank top to the floor. A groan escaped your lips as you slipped the black tank top over your head. While he knew it was rude to look at you when you were topless or changing, your groan concerned him enough to make him turn his head.

That's when he noticed the scars on your back, and instead of flushing yet again or feeling embarrassed, he grew concerned. Although your scars looked old and healed, he wanted to know what caused them. It is natural for heroes to receive injuries which then created long-lasting scars.

But yours almost looked…well perhaps it was more appropriate he didn't assume where they came from. He turned his head back, feeling the slightest amount of sweat drip down his face and he almost regretted not having brought a handkerchief to bed.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his pajama top, and was tempted to undo the first few buttons to cool himself. His cheeks were a deep rosy color, and his engines continued to rumble softly although he hoped they were not too audible.

Just as you finished putting your new tank top on, you heard Tenya clear his throat. “Huh?” you raised an eyebrow when you turned only to stare at his back. “Um...” you stepped closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to touch him.

You stumbled back when he trembled in response and turned to face you, his eyes wide and his face red. You blinked, unsure if you had scared him or if he was beginning to feel sick as well. “Um…a-are you okay?” you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I…” he glanced away. His mind filled with images of those scars, and he lowered his eyebrows in thought. Frankly, he wished to address what he had seen but did not want to appear strange or alarming. Furthermore, he did not wish to force information out of you or make you feel uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat once more and raised his hand, chopping it through the air as he said, “P-perhaps it would be best if we retired to the bed to further address your question.” You knit your eyebrows, not fully understanding him. Then again, did anyone understand Tenya?

Maybe his closest friends, but even they seem baffled by his antics sometimes. You placed your hand on your stomach, somewhat relieved you were feeling better. You shrugged. “Okay?” you replied, following him out of the bathroom. Your fever was still high, and you wiped your brow.

For a split second, you debated running to the ice machine. However, the thought of walking down an empty hotel hallway made you feel uneasy. Come to think of it, you didn’t know how late or early it was, not that it mattered because who knows how long Tenya could take to answer your question.

“Please sit,” he said politely gesturing to the bed. You looked between him and the bed before sitting down as requested. The bed gave a soft squeak when he sat down next to you. The two of you exchanged glances before he cleared his throat.

“I…do not wish for you to think I am being disrespectful when I ask this as I understand personal matters are quite difficult to speak about with those you are not close with,” as painful as it was to admit, despite the many challenges Class A went through together, there was still distance between all of you.

Yes, a few classmates had admitted their personal matters and remorse over certain things or times in their lives. However, he noticed that you tended to keep to yourself. While you were kind and compassionate, there was a shy nature about you, and he had noticed you struggle in social situations before.

“W-what do you mean?” you asked, your voice trembling and your anxiety rising. He was silent for a moment, and you noticed his shoulders were stiff. He shifted his legs almost as though he were uncomfortable, but you swear you heard a soft rumbling.

Was his quirk acting up? You quickly glanced at his face, his eyebrows were lowered and there was an uncertain glance in his eyes. His cheeks were slightly reddened, and his hands were in his lap, but you noticed his fingers were interlocked.

“Forgive me, I believe it would be beneficial if I were to explain more clearly. I…” he took a deep breath, laying his hands flat on his thighs. He cleared his throat again and reached up, tugging at the collar of his pajama top.

“I noticed that there were…rather severe-looking scars on your back.” A chill ran down your spine and you leaned away from him. Your eyes were wide, and he expected you to be angry, but instead a look of hurt and dread spread across your face.

You fisted your hand into your chest and the other into the blanket, keeping silent. Tenya frowned. “I…apologize,” he said, carefully placing his hand over yours but immediately jerked back when you gasped. “I…pardon I did not intend for my touch to-” You shook your head.

“N-no, it’s f-fine Iida,” you replied, despite your heart racing in your chest. “It’s just…” you glanced away, “no...n-no one has asked that b-before.” Then again you weren’t exactly the type to flaunt your body and usually changed in the locker room stall.

You latched onto your lip, the thought of your parents made your stomach twist, and you suppressed a dry heave. “Are you well?” Tenya asked, slightly alarmed, and though you nodded, he wasn’t fully convinced. “Forgive me,” he said, standing up from the bed.

“Perhaps I should not have inquired. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable,” he said, turning with the intent of walking to his side of the bed. “N-no!” you cried out, grabbing his arm. He stumbled back and looked at you bewildered.

“Uh…” You blinked, and your cheeks grew red. You felt so hot you were liable to faint, but you shook your head trying to fight through your anxiety. “S-sorry!” you said, quickly letting go of his arm. You swallowed hard, groaning out of embarrassment.

“Um…I…the s-scars are…” you looked away, rubbing the back of your neck. You felt the bed dip when Tenya sat down again. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you and once again extended his hand, placing it on your shoulder.

Your head shot back, looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips. “Please do not be afraid,” he said, his voice hushed and full of concern. Oddly enough, you smiled and nodded. “Right, s-sorry,” you said, glancing at your lap.

Your throat felt tight, but you forced yourself to speak. “The scars…are from the training m-my parents put me through,” you explained, refusing to lift your head to look at Tenya's expression. You expected him to be worried and maybe even feel sorry for you.

Instead, you gasped when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. He knew it was irrational, and he did not know how you would respond. Although he could not confess the feelings he had for you deep down, he would not stop trying to physically prove it to you.

A part of you wanted to push him away because you weren't used to this type of affection, and because you didn't want him to catch whatever you had. But you couldn't help but melt into his touch. He was aware of the training that was deemed necessary in order to become a worthy and true hero.

However, there were other, unethical training methods such as the ones that Shoto went through that proved to leave long-lasting emotional and physical scars. He could not fathom why certain families pushed their children so hard during training.

Yes, a villain would not be easy on a hero, this much was certain. But to inflict such pain that it left physical scars was unacceptable, and it made righteous anger burn deep within him. However, he took a deep breath, calming himself.

“Forgive me,” he said, pulling away. “I…I do not believe I could help myself,” he stated, bringing his hands to his lap. He knew very well that he let his emotions get the better of him and at this moment, he needed to remain focused.

“Would you favor continuing our conversation?” he asked. “Um…well, my p-parents aren’t heroes but…t-they’re rich and w-when my quirk manifested they...” you paused and curled your fingers inward, ignoring how your nails dug into your palms.

He leaned closer with a serious expression on his face. You closed your eyes, sighing. “They…saw promise in it and…wanted to u-use me as a tool. If their daughter c-could be a hero…then it would boost my family‘s name and...r-reputation.” That spark of anger ignited again, but he held himself back from speaking.

You frowned and opened your eyes. “T-they forced me to train...every day. P-pushed me to my limits, and t-that's why I have...scars on my back. They always t-told me heroes don't feel...pain, they just do whatever it takes to gain f-fame.” Your eyes watered over, but you quickly wiped them.

“The...the m-more pain you can withstand, the more l-love you will receive,” you said, continuing to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “I-I'm sorry,” Tenya frowned, uncertain how to comfort you. “Please do not apologize,” he said, reaching over to gently grab your wrists in order to pull them away from your face.

“You are likely to irritate your eyes further if you continuously rub them,” he explained before cupping your hands in his own. “I am quite honored that you have shared such memories with me, but are you physically and mentally well?” You glanced down, nodding.

“Yeah…” you replied, tightening your grip on his hands. “I live with a r-relative now….” and you hoped it would remain that way. He leaned closer, making you stiffen out of shyness. “Uh…” you dared to look back up and your face flushed when you locked eyes with him.

“I am…grateful to hear you are safe. Please know that I would never allow anyone, not even the fiercest villain to subject you to such injuries or pain.” While you assumed he was lying, the heroic and loving look in his eyes said otherwise.

And the way he embraced you further convinced you. His arm was tightly around your waist, and when he pulled you close, his opposite hand tangled itself in your hair. Whether it was the fever talking or the fact you were a little touch starved, you wrapped your arms around him in return.

His eyes widened and his heart accelerated. Being this close to you was something he always desired, but knew he could not have. At least not now, but there was always hope for the future. After taking a deep breath, he reluctantly pulled back.

His cheeks burned pink, and he cleared his throat, lifting his hand into the air. “Perhaps it would be best if we retired to sleep,” he suggested, and you turned away shyly. “Oh, uh…” How many hours passed anyway? What time was it? You were tempted to look at your phone but decided against it.

“Please allow me,” he said before standing and walking over to your side of the bed. He pulled back the blanket and shifted the pillows. “Hm,” you looked at him with a blank expression but walked over and sat down.

“Place your legs under the blanket,” he instructed and for a moment, you felt like a young child being tucked in but knew you shouldn’t take it that way. Tenya was just trying to be kind and after everything that happened tonight, it felt comforting to be taken care of by someone.

Once your legs were underneath, Tenya pulled the blanket over you and ensured you were comfortable before walking over to his side. Your face was glowing, and you closed your eyes, wishing your fever to go away. When you felt the bed dip, you mumbled and turned on your side so your back faced Tenya.

He glanced at you but said nothing and removed his glasses, placing them on the nightstand by the bed. Then he lay down with his arms by his sides. His attention was focused on the ceiling for a few minutes, allowing silence and your breathing to ease him to sleep.

Morning came too quickly, and the blinds didn’t stop the sunshine from leaking in. You groaned, fluttering your eyes open. Your head ached softly, and sweat droplets trailed down your forehead. You reached up, intent on wiping it but noticed your arms were stuck.

“Huh?” You looked down, and heat rushed over your face when you noticed a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes widened and you turned your head, seeing Tenya’s sleeping face, and realized how heavy his body felt against yours.

You snapped your head back and panicked as you thought of the ways you could get out of this situation. You also thought of how to wake him up without making this awkward. Then again, maybe there was no way you couldn’t make this awkward.

You moved your body and wiggled your arms to jolt him awake. “Iida, Iida!” you hissed out, and he moved his head with a soft mumble in response. A deep breath sounded before he slowly opened his eyes. “Are you…a-awake?” you asked nervously, and he nodded.

“Yes…” he replied, lowering his eyelids. “What is the matter?” You shivered at the sound of his raspy voice. “Uh…y-you um…” How could you explain that his arms were wrapped around you? Sucking a breath in, you tapped his arm with your fingers.

“Hm?” He glanced down, and upon seeing the rather inappropriate position you were in, he immediately pulled his arms back. He stumbled out of the bed, and you jolted up when he hit the wall. “Iida!” you cried out, your eyes wide with concern and your hand extended in his direction.

“P-please accept my most humble apologies!” he frantically pleaded, placing his hands on his thighs, and bowing. His sleeping cap slipped off his head and fell to the floor. However, he resisted the urge to pick it up until you responded.

You blinked, and slowly pulled your hand back only to fist it into your hair. Your forehead still felt hot, but somehow you felt better than last night. Your cheeks burned red, and you glanced away, unsure how to respond to Tenya’s frantic exclamation.

“I-it’s fine,” you said softly before pulling the blanket back and hanging your legs over the side of the bed. “Um…t-thanks,” you said as Tenya leaned back up. “Hm?” he responded, looking at you despite your back facing him.

“F-for last night um…” you rubbed the back of your head, “I t-think it helped,” as talking things out usually did. He looked taken aback but smiled, “I am very honored to have assisted you in such a way and I do hope to be of more assistance in the future,” yes, he wanted you to run to him whenever you had an issue.

But he supposed only time would tell whether that type of trust strengthened between the two of you and despite no longer being the class president, he still wanted to be your closest friend. You turned to look at him, slightly surprised before looking at the floor. “Oh um…s-sure, maybe?” you replied, standing up and stretching.

“I suggest we change our outfits and relocate to the lobby as breakfast is served promptly from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m. Then perhaps we can depart and resume this scheduled camping trip,” he said, reaching for his glasses and slipping them onto his face.

“R-right,” you replied, walking over to your suitcase, and laying it flat on the floor before opening it. You tapped your lips, deciding what outfit you wanted, unlike Tenya who more than likely already had something picked out.

As the two of you walked to the lobby, there was an awkward silence. Part of you wondered if it was your fault, and your anxious thoughts began. What does he think of you now? Is he going to look at you differently? You clenched your jaw, squeezing your eyes shut.

It was almost like something was about to burst out of you but then you heard a familiar voice. “Y/n!” Ashido called, running up to you. “Excuse me Iida!” she said, looping her arm through yours and dragging you away before you could say anything.

Out of instinct or panic, you held your hand out to Iida. However, due to his past experiences with Ashido, he thought it best not to interrupt whatever conversation she wanted with you. “Hey, Iida!” Uraraka called, she was currently sitting at one of the tables available in the lobby with Izuku.

He smiled and looked at you one last time before walking over. “How was your night with Y/n?” she asked when he approached. He paused, recalling last night's events, and cleared his throat. Uraraka tilted her head, noticing the flush on Tenya’s cheeks.

Izuku noticed this as well and they both exchanged a glance before Uraraka smiled. “What happened between you and Y/n last night?!” she questioned excitedly, and Tenya stiffened. “I…I believe I will gather my breakfast,” he stated, quickly walking away from the table and toward the breakfast area.

“Mm…” Uraraka pouted and scanned the room, easily spotting you and Ashido. “I’ll be right back,” she said to Izuku before walking away. “Your flushed face says everything! So, spill it!” Ashido shouted, raising her arms above her head. “Iida was flushing too!” Uraraka said, approaching your table.

You shivered when she turned to you and smiled. “Is everything okay between you two?” she asked suspiciously, and you shook your head. “N-no, I m-mean yes, I...I mean...” you groaned out of embarrassment. You took a breath, trying to gather your composure.

“I was just a-about to tell Mina t-that nothing happened just…” you rubbed the back of your head, glancing at your lap. “We just h-had a talk,” the girls leaned forward, eager to hear more. “A-and well…” you nervously chuckled. “I’m g-glad that he’s my f-friend.” Ashido sighed. “Seriously!?” she cried out, clearly disappointed.

Uraraka frowned and leaned closer to you. “Nothing happened between you two?” she asked, pouting. You nodded and shrugged, “Sorry?” you said before turning your head to look at Tenya who had gathered a plate of food, and happiness washed over you. ‘Yeah...just a friend’ you thought with a bright smile.

#tenya x reader #tenya x you #tenya x y/n #iida x reader #iida x y/n #iida x you #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #faulty writes: tenya iida: 23 #faulty writes: tenya iida: one shot: 23

[allay-j11no]

pls pls pls can u write anything about rick (preferably fluff) i just need to pretend he exists for a min

Sure Anon! I hope you like how this went!

Home at Last || Universe WA-431-Z

taking a page out of my own Rick and Morty universe, CoD MW x Rick and Morty, you've finally returned to your husband, to your now adult daughter and teenage grandkids, whats the best way for you to adjust to life at home? cuddles and movie night with Rick <3 --- Insert's/warnings(?): F!reader, Reader is Brit, fluff. --- 30 years your daughter's been dead, when Rick moved the two of you to this universe, he moved you years before himself, making sure you fit in well with your job, nothing was different for the 7 years you stayed in this universe. Nothing changed, Price, Laswell, Soap...nothing was different, so when Rick sent word to Price to let you know to come home after deployment, you were over joyed, you were able to finally meet your now adult daughter, finally able to see your husband after seven years. . .

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I was driven up to the house in the usual clunky Humvee, I'm sure everyone and their mum could hear it, after it was parked and I grabbed my rucksack, I stepped out and walked over to the garage, knocking on the bit of the door that was down, "m'home..." I said softly, Rick slowly turning away from a delicate project before engulfing me into a warm hug, "I've missed you [Y/N], so much..." he sounded tired, pulling away a bit and putting my rucksack down. "Have you been getting any sleep lovie?" I gently held his face, inspecting him, he leaned into my touch, shaking his head no, "Beth and the others are out for the week...Family vacation they said, wanted to wait for you to get home so I stayed behind dear..." He pulled me closer again, nuzzling my neck, I smiled, "Lemme change into civilian clothing, then we can relax on the couch and watch movies like we use to, kay babes?" He was hesitant to let me go, but after a mumbled 'ok' he let me go, showing me to where the bathroom was to change. After that he took me to his room, putting my clothes and rucksack away, we went to the couch, Rick had the softest blanket he could find, he laid on the couch as I curled up on top of him, he wrapped us up in the blanket. We turned on some random movie, 'this is nice...' I mumbled to him, he smiled and stroked my hair, 'it is...' he mumbled back, no long after, we both fell asleep.

1128, very short but usually fluff like this is short and sweet, if you want me to write a lil drabble about my OC I would be more then welcomed to!

#rick x reader #rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick c137 #cod mw2 #cod original character #first post #short and sweet #anon ask #thanks anon!

[butmakeitgayblog]

I'm studying Ancient Art History for my LAST exam of my life and while I'm studying it of course - because a lot of statues and vases are related to Greek Mythology - I'm thinking about Medusa AU. It's 18:00 here and I'm getting hungry but because it's too close to supper time, I decided to take a break and eat something easy just to reach supper without eating myself.

And because I'm thinking about Medusa AU, I read the last snippet again (I'm taking a break u.u) and I have two questions now that I need to ask because I'm not sure you talked about them before: 1. Clarke is blind, alright, but has she ever been blind or she became blind at a certain point?

2. Does she keep her eyes closed or she goes around with her eyes open? And if not (if she keeps them closed and rereading the first chapter, maybe I lost the moment where she opens them) what about the first time Lexa sees her eyes?

That's it. 😂 So anyway, how are you? Hope you got a little bit better! 😊

Ooooo good luck on your exams! That's so exciting! Not to be a nerd but I always loved my art history exams. Not the studyng portion, just the actual exam, so you gotta lemme know how you do (and what was on it 👀). I'm sending you all the wonderful vibes and mental mindwaves to you. Also, Professor Elbow Patches is very proud of you, she is with you in spirit and so am I 😌

Anyway ok, Medusa au Clarke. So, no she hasn't always been blind, but she's been blind the majority of her life. She'll explain to Lexa what happened but just understand that more of her life has been spent blind than not, but still she does have memories of having sight. So if Lexa says something is red or has leaves or whatever, Clarke does have some mental image of what that means in her head.

As for her eyes, yes she keeps them closed, but it's for a personal reason which she will explain. I don't want to spoil anything because that's also a conversation they have as they steadily grow closer, but yeah for now keeping her eyed closed is a forced, learned habit. But like you said, in the snippet she does have her eyes open so something very much does happen in the in between that changes that 😌

#anon #medusa au

[ninjacat1515]

Fresh Start Part 1

Karl drifted through his 24nd birthday, feeling like everything was slowly suffocating him. His job was pure drudgery and he loathed getting out of bed in the morning. Same old, same old. Nothing excited him and he took it out on anyone he found weaker. That gave him fleeting satisfaction at least.

An old woman had moved into the apartment across from his and she unnerved him, seeming to know way too much about everyone in that complex, including Karl. One day he was fed up with being creeped out and barged across the hall, kicking the door.

It opened a moment later, like she had been waiting for him. Her eyes pale and her skin tinged with mottled purple. A black cat slept in a cat tower in the living room, which was fairly tidy. The apartment was clean if albeit full of odd nick knacks.

"Well? Come to teach me a lesson for existing?"

"Why the hell do you know so much about me??"

"Public records. I like to find out who I'm going to be living alongside before choosing a spot. This place is so crowded, I miss the swamp."

He stared, eyes narrowing.

"You aren't happy with your lot, are you?"

"What? Ofcourse I'm happy!"

"You scowl and throw your weight around all of the time. Not happy."

He snorted and began to turn around. God he was ready to pack up and leave...

"Your entire life feels like a joke, doesn't it? You are empty and hateful, heading for more of the same if not worse. Unless you make a change."

"Lemme guess. You're some kind of self help guru who will fix my shit and sell me what I don't actually need. I have a job and my own place."

She smirked, most unimpressed and leaned on her cane.

"That wouldn't help you. I'm talking about something truly drastic. A change of scenery! But not a vacation. It would be your new home..."

Karl glanced about the hallway, hoping no one was witnessing this conversation. He didn't want people thinking less of him for interacting with this old bitch.

"So like what? Moving to a new town? I haven't even been here a year I don't feel like doing that."

"You would just be taking what you could carry. It would be a tough new life but you could go wherever you wanted and you wouldn't be beholden to this society's standards or bills. A clean slate! You could be who you truly want to be!"

The more she talked the more Karl fought the urge to roll his eyes. But ultimately she was pretty harmless. Just an old lady who lived alone who was probably experiencing signs of dementia.

"I can show you the way if you're willing. Tonight at midnight! Bring any supplies you deem necessary and some good shoes and a jacket."

"Um OK sure. Thanks..." he backed away and swiftly closed his apartment door. She was batshit but what the hell, he didn't have anything to lose and nothing else better to do. Maybe it was some whacky seance or a hike through a cemetary.

Just before the visit he downed some coffee before packing a bag with a canteen and some snacks, along with layers and his old hiking shoes. He hoped it didn't bore him to death.

"What is your name by the way?"

"Artemis. Now let me free you!" She beckoned him to a door and flicked it open, revealing a shimmering mirror of sorts. It was beautiful but Karl felt the hair rise on the back of his neck. What a strange set up and it looked so real! A lot of effort for some worthless old spinster...

"So...what is this?"

"A special doorway but I should warn you it is a one way trip. There will be no second chance to change your mind once you go through."

Karl blinked as his curiosity became anxiety. The lady was focused and eager and she suddenly didn't seem so weak.

"Ok I was playing along but I'm not going through anything! It's a prank isn't it? You drop a bucket on my head and film my reaction and all that fucking shit, right?"

"Actually no, it's not a prank. Nothing will be dropped on you." Her eyes shifted to lavender and her nails sharpened.

"But I need to hold up an agreement!"

She shoved him through with shocking strength, cackling. Karl fell through the warping magic before he could scream only he couldn't even breathe! The pressure in his chest didn't last and he sprawled onto the floor of some huge room. Dark polished wood, grand paintings of things with grey skin and he felt a sensation of being watched.

Karl looked up and a very tall figure in black and gold robes stood over him, arms neatly folded. It was smiling at him, flashing teeth no human should have. It had the same grey skin as the artwork and Karl scooted away. What the fuck, this was all some sort of stupid over the top joke!

"Thank you Artemis!" It gave a low laugh and Karl's stomach dropped. He leaped to his feet and went to run but toothed bear trap like horrors emerged from the floor, jutting up and snapping shut; almost getting his leg.

He was scared shitless and mightily confused but the old woman had not lied about the excitement. Be careful what you wish for you stupid fuck!! Karl snarled to himself as he dodged another attack and bolted off down a hallway.

#minecraft karl