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Y/N (I drew this as a joke )

The first image is Her during the day/at her job

The second one is her at the party her werewolf Mafia boyfriend Jake took her too

i’m not crazy with these little fellows, definitely not. IM JOKING THEY’RE ALL SO SQUISHY AND TINY AND SOFT, IWANTTOSTOMPTHEMANDBITETHEMANDCHEWTHEMAAFGJVGJVMHV. (I rlly love ur designs for each of them)

anyways, aus and character designs by @dovewingkinnie

Read my friends mini fanfic 🙏

ON THE RUN Transformers fanfic Mirage and Noah

You were Chris's babysitter. You and Noah grew up together, and you know the Diaz family pretty well, perchance. Today was supposed to be another day babysitting Chris, but on your way to Noah's apartment, you decided to take a short cut through an alleyway. It was already pretty late at night since Mrs. Diaz had to take a night shift, and Noah was working in his workshop. You haven't gone down this alleyway before, so you don't know what to expect. As you're walking, you spot a kinda cool, rusty car. You approach it, observing it. You look at the car brand logo only to be met with one you were unfamiliar with. You step closer to get a better look, but that's what the car starts to make whirling sounds and transforms into a tall, mechanical robot. You stare at it in shock, and it stares back at you. You take a step back, and it takes a step forward. You then turn around and sprinted as fast you possibly could. Behind you, you could hear a car speeding after you. You ran as fast as you could, reaching Noah's workshop. Once you got there, you practically busted down the door. "NOAH!" You shouted as you ran to wear he was, working on a car. You almost trip over yourself. Noah holds you by your elbows, and you put your hands on his shoulders, shaking him."Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Noah, you will never believe -" before you could even finish your sentence, the robot from before speeds through the workshop garage door and transforms into its mech-form. You hide behind Noah, you hear something from behind you. You turn your head and see a blue and silver Porsche. A 911 Carrera RS 3.8 to be specific. It transforms into a robot as well. "WHAT THE F-" You are cut off once again as the Porsche robot things' arm turns into a gun/Canon. It shoots the other robot that was chasing you multiple times. You turn your head back to Noah. He gives a weak smile and speaks. "Okay, before you freak out. This is mirage," He says, motioning to the Porsche. "Mirage is an autobot from a planet called cybrotron. The thing that was chasing you is a terrocon.-" You turned and ran out. You didn't get very far until Noah caught up to in the autobot 'mirage'. "Yo, you need a ride, Mami?" Noah asks with a subtle smirk. "Get in, sweetspark." You hear an unfamiliar voice, oh great, they can talk too. "Sure, I guess." You shrug, getting into the car. Noah starts driving to his place. "So, we have a lot to fill you in on, huh?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Definitely." You replied.

END

Fanfiction and scrolling through Pinterest are the things that provide me with a sense of purpose and joy… JOKING totally…joking

ᥙᥒrᥱ𝗊ᥙі𝗍ᥱძ, 𝗍ᥱrrі𝖿ᥡіᥒg.

choso has watched you jump from boyfriend to boyfriend, and always noticed that after each one you.. lost yourself a little. having his heart ache for you since childhood, he's determined to make you stop... but reveals his own feelings in the middle.

series m.list

sfw! - angst + fluff

ch.1 - dont you dare look at me that way

ch.2 - he's so perfect, blah blah blah

ch.3 - an arrow through my heart

ch.4 - at least just let me say

ch.5- don't you feel it too?

ch.6- confess i loved you from the start

-epilogue-

m.list dividers by @.enchanthings-a

-> based on the song "from the start" by laufey!

taglist: open!

all works belong to me. do not reupload or translate without permission.

Wild Geraniums

INEJ GHAFA X FEM!READER

Fluff/ cute stuff.

Inej coming out to the crows when she's dating u :)

Warnings : mentions of Sexual abuse, sexual slavery, girlxgirl, Y/N is a girl. Lesbian relationship. (I'm not good @ writing warnings so basically if u read SoC and got out fine you can read this)

Inej P.O.V

The wraith.

The name whispered amoung the ranks of the Dregs had now been given to her beloved boat.

Inej sighed contently as she looked out at the blue sea before her.

The breeze knitted a soft braid into her dark hair, the sea salt scented winds filled her senses as her eyes fell on the city which was Ketterdam.

The crows had organised a little meeting, after a few years of not seeing eachother together, this was finally a week of rest, relaxation and fun for Inej. She wouldn't be going out to sea anymore. For a mont atleast.

Nina and Matthais had planned for the group to visit their house in Fjerda. Inej was thrilled to meet their son, who would be turning one this year. Jesper wanted to take them to meet his Da, Colm Fahey, whom Inej missed in all her travels. She was eager to see how Kaz had expanded the crow club. Wylan wanted to tour all over Shu Han and Ravka, and Inej wasn't one to object.

Inej laughed thinking of all the fun they'd have.

“Captain! We prepare to anchor?” a familiar voice perked up from behind Inej. She felt two arms wrap around her waist.

She knew who it was.

Y/N Y/L/N, her most trusted travel companion and most importantly—

Girlfriend

“ofcourse my love.” Inej laughed.

“Inej!” Jesper exclaimed, running toward the girl as she walked through the familiar doors of the crow club.

“Jes!” yelled Inej as Jesper twirled her in the air.

“Good to see you back, wraith, or should I say, captain Ghafa.” rasped Kaz from beside him, extending a gloved hand.

“Good to see you too, Kaz.” replied Inej, taking his hand in hers.

Inej's heart bubbled at the sight of her two brothers, or the closest thing she had to them.

“Where are Nina and Matthais?” she asked.

“They arrived a about thirty minutes ago. Wylan went to pick them up.” answered Jesper.

“Are they bringing their son?”

“I think they are. Not sure.” Kaz scratched the back of his head.

“Inej, my love, where do I put my luggage?” huffed Y/N as she pulled in a huge chest like suitcase.

“My love? Who is she, Inej?” asked Jesper, repeating Y/N’s words in shock.

Inej turned to Kaz, face flushing furiously, hoping to see disappointment of some sort. But instead, she found him grinning madly from ear to ear.

He wore a look. A look which asked , ‘are you both together? When ? Where? How? Tell me.’

Inej smiled shyly.

“I thought I'd tell you all. Together.”

“Tell us what together?” Called Wylan from the doorway.

“Wylan!” Inej cheered.

The boy barreled toward her, wrapping her up in a tight hug.

“We. Have. So. Much. To. Talk about!” squealed Wylan, squeezing Inej's palms.

“Inej! There's my favourite pirate!” before Inej could process, Nina Zenik had her engulfed in her welcoming arms, joined by Matthais Helvar and a certain little child.

“Nina! Saints, it's been long!” Inej chuckled, wiggling out of the corpse witch’s grip.

“Okay okay! We need to go out for waffles! That's a must!” yelled Nina. “And this, is Feliks Sven Helvar, my adorable little boy.” Nina held up a small child.

“Hello, Little one.” cooed Inej, holding out her finger for the infant, who gladly took it.

He was an adorable tiny blend of Nina and Matthais. He had Matthais’s Fjerdan nose, and Nina's Ravkan warm forest green eyes. He had ombre hair, blonde locks like his father, which were brown at the roots like his mother's.

“So, Inej here, has a little something to tell us.” Jesper cleared his throat and gestured between Inej and Y/N.

“Oh! Who's this?” asked Wylan.

“ I'm Y/N Y/L/N, part of Inej's amazing crew.” grinned the girl, sinking into a bow.

“ And, my girlfriend.” said Inej, wrapping her arm around Y/N's waist.

Y/N's expression was shocked. Are you sure about this? She mouthed uncertainty.

It's not that you were embarrassed of your relationship. You were very affectionate, leaving springs of wild Geraniums in Inej's cups, her hats, and her books. Buying her thoughtful gifts. Hugging her and cuddling her whenever you got the chance to. But Inej knew the fact why you cast her that look.

No one knew about their relationship. So far, only a few among their crew and Inej's parents knew.

Inej was scared about how the crows would react about her intrest in girls, she hoped that something bad wouldn't happen.

Y/N was shipped from a few brothels and bawds before Inej freed her. She had no family. Her trauma probably lead her to fear what others might think of her being not so straight.

Inej faced the same fear. She knew the crows wouldn't be mad or weird about her interests. But saints, Inej had to worry.

“Oh my saints! We need to celebrate! With waffles ofcourse.” Nina cut the silence.

Jesper was the first to laugh. The others followed. Even Kaz let out a small chuckle.

“ Welcome to the family Y/N Y/L/N.” Said Jesper, pulling you into a hug.

“ We're so happy to meet you.” Wylan joined the hug.

Soon, Inej saw her whole group of friends, including Kaz, coddled around a very happy Y/N.

“Thank you f-for accepting me.” said Y/N, voice no higher than a whisper.

Inej looked at her girlfriend with happy tears in her eyes.

Y/N lunged forward into Inej's arms. Inej returned the gesture with a kiss on her forehead.

“Waffles.” Nina perked up.

“ Yes Nina. Waffles.” Kaz rolled his eyes. “Tell me how you took care of her while pregnant? Is this how your tree god paid you for my tree jokes?” he asked Matthais.

The Fjerdan let out a booming hearty laugh, starting the child in his arms.

“So, Y/N.” Jesper began, bouncing from one foot to another. “ What is Inej's favourite flower?” he raised a brow.

“ Wild Geraniums.” replied Y/N, pulling out a spring of the said flower from her pockets.

“This calls for a celebration!” yelled Wylan.

The rest of the crows smiled, nodding in agreement.

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I’ll Take You (Part One)

Alucard x Reader Mini Series

It had been another day of traveling for Alucard. He’d rather his feet be aching from walking than spending another second talking to dolls he had made of his friends. He found himself in a major city in Europe this evening, which made sense, starting this journey almost a month ago.

“I’m sure there’s plenty to do in a city as lively as this one.” He mumbles to himself, making a brief stop to scan the flyers on the town bulletin board.

“Traveling musicians from the West Indies… it would be a good idea to hear some music. I’ve been talking to myself for far too long. Social interaction would be good.”

Making his way to the tavern, he hears a distinctive song being sung by a perplexing voice. He had never heard anything like it. He follows the tantalizing sound of a woman’s voice, no an angels voice. The sound gracing his ears the closer he got to it. He finally laid his eyes on the source, your skin glistening in the moon light as you sang notes as softly as birds do. Alucard couldn’t tell if he was more amazed by your beauty or your ability to sing so impeccably. As the last note left your mouth, you opened your eyes. Immediately gasping, not expecting to see a blonde man staring at you at the end of the alleyway.

“Don’t be startled. I just heard you singing and I had to come see who was making such beautiful noise.” Quickly reassuring you that he’s not a threat.

“Oh, thank you very much.” As he stepped closer, you take in his striking features. His amber eyes, his long blonde hair that sat perfectly on his head, and his physique…he was quite the looker to you.

“Are you apart of the traveling musicians from the West Indies?” He softly asks, barely opening his mouth.

“I am. I mostly sing, but I also play harp. Are you here for the performance?” Your accent sticking out to his ears. It wasn’t your typical West Indie accent. It sounded like a collaboration of dialects forced into one person.

“I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you….” He paused waiting for you to say your name.

“Y/N.” You admit.

His cold hand reach for yours as he bows while kissing your knuckles and says, “I’m Adrian.” His amber eyes locking onto your (eye color) ones, delicately releasing your hand.

“The pleasure is mine Adrian. I have to be on stage in a few minutes. May we talk more after the show?”

“Yes, please find me. I look forward to it.” You look back as you open the back door into the building taking in his beauty one last time before you perform.

He heads into the tavern, leaning his back against the further wall to get the best view of the stage. You walk out carrying your compact harp, gracing everyone with your beauty. The crowd of evidently drunk men start to cheer. Gliding your fingers against the strings to start the song, the audience quiets down. Your voice complimenting the angelic sound of your instrument makes Alucard’s heart skip a beat. Completely engulfed by your sound, he hadn’t felt like this in years. You make eye contact with him as you play the last chords of the song. The audience bursts in applause.

“Thank you very much. Up next we have our drummers of the west indies.” You walk back stage out of Alucards sight.

Every other act, he got to see you in your true habitat. He could watch you all night and that’s exactly what he did. He stood there waiting for you as the tavern eventually cleared out the later it got. The tavern filled with only regulars now. You make your way over to him with your harp strapped to your back as he flashes you a closed mouth smile.

“Did you like the show?” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“It was beautiful. You’re very talented, truly one of a kind. You should be performing in halls, auditoriums even. Bravo, darling.”

“Handsome and kind, you’re a rarity. Where are you from Adrian?” Alucard smirks at your compliment, his smile growing alittle bit wider. You get glimpses of his sparkling teeth, his canines looking sharper than average.

“Romania. It’s very cold there. I’m assuming you haven’t been.”

“I have not, but I would love to go one day. You see, I want to travel the whole world. Both my parents were traveling musicians, so it’s ingrained in me. Why do you travel?”

“Bored.” He lets out a small giggle and smiles even wider. “Would you want to go for a walk?” He adds in a low whisper, right next to your ear.

You’re succumbed with goosebumps as his cold presence got closer to you. Alucard knows you can see his teeth and yet you still stand in front of him, nodding your head yes to leave the tavern.

“You’re not afraid?” His breath hitting the side of your neck, jump starting your pulse. Scared was the last emotion you felt. You wanted him.

“If you wanted to do anything, you would’ve done it in that alleyway.” You whisper back.

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This part one of this mini series!! I took the answers from the poll serious guys. Part one is fluff so you already know part two will be smut.

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I love @deanadraws Au Fit it

I drew @i-eat-my-mom-pearls-necklace cybertronian Y/n design they look super cool and awesome

Bumblebee My beloved, 💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛🐝🐝🐝🐝✨✨✨✨

Can I please hug TFA bumblebee please he’s my comfort character and he makes me happy and I love your artwork. It’s so cool and amazing 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖✨✨✨💛💛💛

Aw thanks! Here's both version!!!

They 🥺 (Fam)

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Tfa Team Prime (Optimus, bulkhead, Sari, bumblebee, ratchet, prowl and Y/n pls) also have you seen any other transformers shows for example beast wars . 💖💖 once again you are amazing, and I love your artstyle it’s awesome. 😎

Here they are! Thank you for the compliment! I was busy figuring out the pose and I am almost halfway to the episodes.

THE BROTHERS (Fam) GROUP HUG

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A group hug from the turtles please 💖❤️🧡💙💜🥹

Free hugs from the brothers!!

Bilbo Baggins X F! reader

“Unnoticed love?” PT1

Being the only girl in the company was undoubtedly challenging, especially as a hobbit. The dwarves had never encountered a hobbit lass before, and they initially hesitated to let Y/n join the journey, fearing she would slow them down with their preference for comfort, specific meal times, and plumper physiques compared to other races. However, Y/n's unwavering determination eventually won them over. She vividly recalled the events that led to their acceptance.

The moon bathed the Shire in its ethereal glow, casting a beautiful blue tint upon the ground. Y/n observed Bilbo cooking and preparing tea for both of them.

"I apologize for missing tea this morning. A wizard tried to recruit me for an adventure, but I declined," Bilbo said, placing a cup of tea in front of Y/n. The sweet aroma wafted towards her face. Bilbo knew exactly how she liked her tea, with a touch of cream and plenty of sugar.

"No need to worry, Bo. I witnessed the interaction on my way to the market," Y/n replied, lifting the cup and taking a small sip, her laughter escaping as she did.

"What's so amusing?" Bilbo asked, curiosity evident in his voice. "Oh, just the expression on your face when you went inside. It's not every day one sees a displeased Bilbo, unless it involves those Sackville-Baggins," Y/n chuckled, picking up one of the sweet treats Bilbo had prepared and taking a bite.

The two of them often shared meals together, almost like a tradition, which had led some of the other hobbits to speculate about their romantic involvement. However, Y/n knew deep down that her feelings were unrequited, despite her yearning for more. If only she could see the way Bilbo looked at her.

Their comfortable silence was shattered by a loud, insistent knocking on the door, startling both hobbits. "Were we expecting company?" Y/n placed her pastry down and stood up. "I don't believe so," Bilbo replied, joining her. He approached the door, hesitant about turning anyone away. What if they needed help? Taking a deep breath, he grasped the doorknob and opened the door. A dwarf stood before them, his features highlighted by the moon's glow, giving his beard a bluish undertone.

"Dwalin, at your service," the dwarf introduced himself, bowing and eyeing both hobbits. The interaction was awkward as he barged in and helped himself to some food, leaving the hobbits dumbfounded. "I guess what they say about dwarves is true," Y/n huffed, observing him devour their food.

Before long, more dwarves arrived, including Balin, the brother of the first dwarf, and two brothers named Fili and Kili. The wizard himself also made an appearance, followed by a swarm of dwarves stumbling over each other as they entered.

Y/n found amusement in watching their squabbles as they struggled to regain their footing. One dwarf tipped his hat and winked at her. "Bofur," he introduced himself, extending his hand, which Y/n shyly shook. "Y/n, a pleasure," she replied in a soft, cautious voice. Bofur placed his other hand on top of hers, grinning. This gesture did not go unnoticed.

The situation escalated when the group began singing, resulting in chaos. They clanged silverware together, tossed food, and spilled wine everywhere. It was a spectacle that surely alerted the neighbors. Y/n attempted to catch plates, while Bilbo desperately tried to prevent further damage, including potential plumbing disasters.

Now in the kitchen, washing the dishes, a young dwarf named Ori approached Y/n. She smiled, looking at his bashful face, as he handed her a plate. "Thank you, Master Dwarf," she said graciously.

Since that fateful night, Y/n found herself surrounded by the dwarves. Initially, there was tension due to her outburst with Thorin, but she felt more at ease with the others. When she wasn't conversing with Bilbo, she would engage in discussions with Bofur or Balin. Bilbo observed from a distance, his stomach churning with a sense of neglect. He couldn't quite pinpoint whether it was jealousy or anger, but he despised the feeling. He would watch Y/n return from the river, her wet hair clinging to her face, her flushed cheeks after a battle, or her cheeks puffing out when she ate. Observing her lick her lips only heightened his desire.

"Are you alright, Master Burglar?" Fili nudged Bilbo, snapping him out of his reverie. "Hm? Yes, I'm quite alright," Bilbo replied, fumbling with his hands, worried that he had been caught staring at his beloved friend. "It must be challenging being away from home, let alone on a perilous mission. But at least you still have some comfort with you," Fili remarked, glancing at Y/n. "I don't know how you manage to stay focused," he continued, his gaze lingering admiringly on her curvaceous figure. Bilbo couldn't blame them; he himself was guilty of such thoughts. He watched Y/n's every move, her hair still damp and sticking to her face as she walked alongside Ori, listening to his rant about his older brothers.

Bilbo's desire for Y/n remained unspoken, buried deep within. One side of him yearned to claim her as his own, to let the world know that she belonged to him. But he knew the truth—she was not his. They weren't courting, which meant she was available for others to pursue. The other side of him simply longed to drag her away into a secluded tent and express his desires, hoping she would reciprocate.

"Bilbo," Thorin's voice echoed, breaking the momentary trance. "Tend to the horses," he commanded. Bilbo sighed, watching Y/n fulfill her duties.

The company continued their journey towards Erebor, which meant passing through Mirkwood—a prospect that displeased Thorin but left him with no alternative. It was no surprise when they were captured by the elves. While the other dwarves underwent thorough searches, the elves were uncertain where to begin searching Y/n. One male elf patted down her sleeves, but that was the extent of it. "Hey! Why are you putting your filthy hands all over us but ignoring her?" Kili exclaimed, but the elf sighed and ignored his question. "We should have hidden our weapons on her," Gloin grumbled. "Excuse me?" Y/n turned her head, astonished by the remark.

They were presented before the king himself, Thranduil. Thorin gritted his teeth, looking beyond him. "Mr. Thorin, are you alright?" Y/n glanced at her leader, witnessing a softening in his gaze when he looked at her. She appeared so vulnerable, restrained—though they all likely did—yet he remained silent.

A gentle hand slid under Y/n's chin, redirecting her attention from Thorin to Thranduil. "Sweet hobbit, what brings you so far from the Shire?" Thranduil cooed, treating her as if she were a child. Y/n remained silent, her mind plagued by numerous

questions. Would everyone be alright? Would she be safe? And, most importantly, where was Bilbo? Unbeknownst to them, he observed everything from his hidden vantage point. He had never seen her look so fragile before, kneeling before a king, beneath someone who wasn't him.

"Are you at a loss for words? No matter, we will take good care of your friends," Thranduil declared before instructing his guards to remove them, leaving the two alone. Bilbo knew he had to act swiftly, despite the heartache it caused him. He had to find a way for them to escape as soon as possible.

Thranduil circled around Y/n, resembling a predator stalking its prey. "You never answered my question. Are you here to reclaim Erebor as well?" His tone carried a taunting quality, as if he couldn't believe a hobbit would willingly leave the comfort of their own home for an adventure. "Release them; they are my friends," Y/n spoke softly. Thranduil chuckled, ceasing his circling motion and kneeling before her. "Friends? Oh, my dear, you are merely a pawn in their game. Once they have the opportunity, they will discard you as if you were nothing," he said, gazing into her eyes. "Oh, little one."

He lightly caressed her cheek, smiling. "I believe it's only fair to say you will be treated much better here. I cannot allow your delicate hands to become even more roughed up than they already are," he remarked, alluding to the skirmish with the giant spiders. "Stay with me," he urged. "No," Y/n replied firmly.

"No?" Thranduil removed his hand from her cheek, repeating her answer. "No?" Rising from his kneeling position, he stared her down. "Why not? Do you truly wish to fight alongside these... these creatures? Oh, my dear, you should learn to choose your battles wisely because...," his voice darkened, "I'm afraid you won't be spared." "I'm doing this for someone I love!" Y/n blurted out. Instead of a chuckle, Thranduil burst into laughter. "You? You love one of the dwarves?" he exclaimed. "It's not the dwarves. It's..." Y/n's voice trailed off. Thranduil sighed, instructing Tauriel to apprehend her alongside the others.

Now sitting alone in a dark and desolate cell, Y/n was left with her thoughts. Worries washed over her, refusing to dissipate. They were trapped, and Bilbo was nowhere to be found. What if he had been devoured by the spiders?

can you do toji? Like where he comes back home to see you but your gone and he would start to panic because he doesn't know where you are and wondering if you left him and the reader left to go shopping for groceries and we wrote a note for him and telling him we was leaving to shop but he forgot and thought we left him Completely until we returned to the house with groceries and Toji on the floor crying? 😼 I hope this makes sense this is my first time requesting this 😊

Running Errands, Not Away

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: SFW fic, sad pathetic Toji, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, domestic fluff, panic attack, a couple of swear words

A/N: Thank you so much for your request @sleepypulm ! You were the first to ask so I'm extra grateful to you <3. I got a little carried away and I didn't expect to write so much haha. I tried to do both Toji and reader POV. I hope my illustration of his panic was atleast a little realistic, going off my own experiences. I really hope you like it!

(image found on Pinterest)

Toji Fushiguro fears nothing. Why should he? He is the infamous Sorcerer Killer, after all. Sure, he doesn’t have any cursed energy. But that never stopped him, in fact even the Time Vessel Association begged for his help. He has hunted many and beaten more. Nothing ever gets in his way. But then he meets you. It’s as if the deeds of his past melt away in your wake, and his sins lay forgiven. The heaviness he carried within him seems insignificant now. You somehow brought back warmth and colour in his life. Sometimes Toji lies awake at night wondering what he did to deserve you. He never figured out why you loved him. He could barely express himself emotionally. He was a broken man from the inside and he had done everything wrong to fix that- gambling, killing, shady deals. Yet you never begrudged him of his shortcomings. All you did was love him. Quietly and loudly, through actions and words, in public and in private. You introduced him to all your friends, dragged him along to Sunday brunches and even made those stupid little sandwiches for picnics in the park. He’d never tell you that he actually loved those sandwiches, despite his protests, each and every flavour.

Which is why this hurt. Worse than when he had almost been gutted trying to take out some Grade 2 sorcerer. Worse than having shards of glass shoved down his throat. Worse than anything Toji had felt before in his miserable life. He had come home after a long day and was looking forward to sleep, you, a cold compress, and food. Not necessarily in that order. The keys jangled in his large hands as he pushed the door open. He called your name - once, twice, thrice. 

That’s odd. No answer. 

You always fling yourself at him like you hadn’t seen him in days every evening when he got home. You’d talk his ear off about your day and steer him to the couch while you asked about his. He had gotten used to this routine and after an initial few days of sulking, he had even leaned into it. But there was only pin-drop silence today. Worry blooms in his chest. Toji tried to tamp it down as he slid his bag off his shoulders. Maybe you were just taking a nap and hadn’t heard him. Or you were in the shower. Yes- that had to be it. Why else wouldn’t you answer him? Unless…

Toji stalks towards the closest door - the study - and flings it open. Nothing but darkness. Obviously unused, he shuts the door and takes off towards the bathroom. He didn’t even bother with the kitchen, the lights were off and only the fridge hummed gently. Nothing in the bathroom either. Toji’s heart was pounding now. That only left the bedroom, and he wasn’t liking his odds. He could see no light coming from underneath the door, but maybe that didn’t mean anything because, of course, you’d turn the lights off when sleeping… right? No such luck. Panic gripped him fully. Toji slowly makes his way over to the bed. The mattress bows under his weight. He can’t stop himself spiralling now. 

You’re just late, that’s all. Probably traffic, work’s been crazy. You’re not the kind to just… leave. You wouldn’t do that, not to Toji. The fight you had last week over taking a trip abroad seems so inane now. Surely that wasn’t the reason. People argue, it’s normal. Maybe you’re at your mom’s. You’ll text him, or call him, or something. You probably just needed some space. Yep, that’s it. That has to be it. 

The silence in the house suddenly becomes suffocating. It pushes its way into his lungs and threatens to take over his senses. Is this what a panic attack feels like? Toji tries to breathe. It’s the first thing they taught him, even before he lifted a weapon. 

Breathe, control your body, control your mind. Panic helps no one, it only disrupts concentration. 

Well, fuck that, Toji thinks. None of his training mattered now. Not when- not when you were just gone. Toji checks his phone one last time. His wallpaper- the picture he took of you laughing after he fell on his ass in the snow- seems to mock him now. Nothing in his messages and nothing in his calls.

You’re gone and it’s my fault, Toji thinks. 

His breathing speeds up. He feels the weight of it all now like it’s crushing his chest. He slips off the edge of the bed, his wide shoulders shaking. His face feels wet and warm- Toji can’t even remember the last time he cried, not like this. His body heaves and his mind betrays him further- What did I do? What did I say? What did I not say? And then it comes down on him, all at once. The sobs he’s been choking down, his denial turning into sharp-edged grief. It feels like he’s stepped into some kind of quicksand and he’s drowning in the absence you’ve left behind. He doesn’t even try to stop it anymore. For once in his life, Toji lets himself feel.

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You hum in tune to the music blasting in your ears. Balancing a checklist in one hand and a shopping basket in another, you take a final sweep of the grocery store and confirm that you’ve gotten everything. It’s your second anniversary with Toji. Last year, you both decided to go to the fair like a couple of lovestruck teenagers and shared a slice of cake (black forest with cherries on top, Toji’s favourite) to commemorate the event. This year, you decided to surprise Toji with a home-cooked two-course dinner. The menu consisted of lobsters on pasta and black forest cake. After paying for the groceries and bidding the cashier a good night, you drive home in the quiet evening. The orange of the streetlamps cast a magical glow on the streets and you marvel at the calm in the neighbourhood. A peaceful night in, you conclude. 

You grab the paper bags and head to your shared apartment. The keys jiggle in the lock and the door creaks open softly. You slip inside and kick your shoes off. The clock on the mantle tells you that you had accidentally stayed out later than planned so you hurry to the kitchen and begin setting things up. As you haul the fridge door open, you hear it. You freeze in place. Was that… a sniffle? Confusion floods your mind. As you cast a glance towards the door, you note Toji’s bag next to the shoe rack. He’s home already? But that means… was that Toji crying? You’re utterly baffled now. Following the source of the noise, you head to the bedroom. 

“Toji?” Your voice is soft but it seems to echo in the stillness. You take another step forward and scan the room. And then you see him- on the floor at the edge of the bed, hunched over, his muscular frame shaking. Your heart twists. You flick the lamp switch on and take cautious steps in his direction. 

“Toji,” you call again, firmer but still gentle. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even look up. He’s clearly in distress, although you don’t know why. His breathing is uneven and he doesn’t move. A sharp spike of fear courses through you, but you ignore it as you kneel beside him, placing a careful palm on the flat expanse of his back. 

“Hey,” you whisper, struggling to keep your voice steady. “What’s wrong, honey? What happened?”

Toji flinches at your touch and finally looks up. His eyes were lined with red and full of something you couldn’t place- Guilt? Despair? He stares at you for a long moment, as if he’s never seen you before. Your worry increases. You’ve never seen Toji cry. Ever. You can feel your heart breaking. Something must be seriously wrong and you open your mouth to ask him again but he interrupts.

“You—” he croaked, his voice raw from what you assume was hours of crying, “You came back.”

You’re even more confused now but you’re slowly piecing it together. “Toji,” you say firmly, wiping the tear tracks away from his face, “I didn’t leave, you silly man. I went out for groceries. Have you forgotten what day it is today?”

He shakes his head and his breath catches again- it’s like he doesn’t believe you, or won’t. You don’t know what’s worse. 

“I thought,” his voice cracks, “I thought you were gone. That my past, the things I did… I thought you had had enough. That I—,” You don’t let him finish as you pull him towards you, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. You feel Toji sag against you. His large hands come up slowly, and he clings to you as if you’d vanish if he let go.

You stroke his hair gently and murmur into it, “I’m here, Toji. I’m not going anywhere. I love you. I see you for who you are, and you can’t scare me off, I promise.”

“You didn’t call, you didn’t text… I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend, I know you deserve better than someone like me and I just thought that you’d.. found someone or something better, and that you’d just left me and I wouldn’t blame you but—”

“Toji, stop,” you command. Your heart aches. You had no idea he still had these insecurities and you feel guilt creep in that you haven’t been able to assure him otherwise. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not true, all right? I’m not leaving you. I’d never do that. I love you and we’re in this forever, okay?”

He doesn’t respond so you you just hold him tighter, hoping that your embrace conveys the reassurance your words can’t.

“Toji, I left you a note. You didn’t check the kitchen, did you? I thought that’s where you’d go for a snack after a long day, which is why I left you the note on the counter saying I’d be out for groceries. Oh, you big fool, Toji,” you’re scolding him now, “All you had to do was take two steps into the kitchen. I had to run out for groceries, it’s our anniversary tonight!”

Toji’s stiffens in realisation and he pulls back slightly. Embarrassment flits across his handsome features and he wipes a large paw across his face as if to scrub away traces of the panic that had gripped him earlier.

“Anniversary, huh?” He grumbles now, almost sheepish. “You.. uh.. just getting groceries? I thought—”

You laugh, feeling relief wash away your fears. Of all the times he’d called you melodramatic, it turns out he was the drama queen. You’re grinning now, “I wasn’t leaving you. I’ve been planning our anniversary dinner for weeks! I guess I’ve got to make it up to you now.”

Toji’s face turns a shade of red you’ve never seen before and you lean in to plant a kiss on his downturned mouth. He sighs, but he’s not angry; just embarrassed at himself for not taking a second to consider other logical conclusions. A small giggle escapes you as you watch him pull himself back together.

“I… I’m sorry.” He says it quietly, his eyes cast downward. “I just… I didn’t know, and I freaked out, and I thought maybe... I don’t know... you were done with me.”

You soften at his words, brushing his hair back from his forehead gently before cupping his face in your hands, making him meet your eyes. You run your thumb over the faint white scar across his lips.

“Toji,” you say, your voice tender. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, all right? I don’t care how much you think you mess up or how much you doubt yourself. I love you, and that’s not changing.”

His expression starts to shift as he takes in your words, the tension in his body easing slightly, but his eyes are still filled with uncertainty. “You really mean that?”

“I really mean it,” you reply, your smile softer now. “And as for tonight—let’s just forget about the grocery disaster and make it special anyway, yeah? We’ll laugh about this in a few years. How a big lump like you panicked and cried instead of taking the time to read a piece of paper.”

He chuckles, his hand coming up to gently grip yours as if holding on to that reassurance a little tighter, a smile slowly breaking through the wall of his insecurity.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I guess we will.”

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Was lowkey thinking of an angst between Y/n and Bill, and Mis by Alex g is NOT helping..

Imagine if Bill is coming to terms with his feelings with her but when he does it’s too late and she’s already with a guy. Oomf💔

heh i’m back again 😼🙏(i’m obsessed w reader) AND SPEAKING OF HER,,, what kind of music do you think she listens to cuz i like imagine she listens to ppl like

kittycraft, the cranberries, bjork and sade :3

AWWWWW THATS ACTUALLY SO CUTE!!! I love how some of yall make Y/n a genuine character♥️♥️♥️

1) since she is a placement name for (Your Name), obviously—I never really thought about this because she is whatever YOU make her out to be. So basically i’ll say that she listens to any just because of the fact that she is whatever you make her!

2) If we are talking about Y/n as her own character and not by the viewers character, then I’ll say that Y/n is the type of person who listens to music that really compliments her and her thoughts, including struggles. She listens to music that she can relate to. I can visualize her listening to music from Alex g, Mitski, Clairo, beabadoobee. Those types of artists. That’s just what I personally think!

We love Y/n♥️

Why would this literally be Iida, though?

Take these Y/N and Share What You Got

I'll go first

@woopsieswithnoh I need to know your answer NOW

Give me something to draw with y/n and a Bnha boi (tell me which on) 😌😌

I’m Down to draw anything rn I need to ‘train’

AYO what have you done to my three favorite Hashiras? 👀