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Hi! By any chance, could you make headcanons about how Spike/Bakugo/Link would react to a Blind! reader and how they would act? I love your writing style and I'm obsessed with your fics AHSGAGHS  😣

Blind S/o HCs (Spike Spiegel, Katsuki Bakugo, Link)

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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Spike Spiegel

Spike like to coddles you

He doesn’t know what your experiences are like personally, but he always thinks back to when he lost his right eye and had to go through so much right afterward

Because of that, he tends to spoil you rotten while also not letting you do too much he perceives to be dangerous

Like, he doesn’t like you straying too far from your room on the Bebop when alone, and he doesn’t want you in the kitchen or any place with dangerous objects or weapons alone

He’s probably always lingering close by to you whenever he’s not working, in case you ever need something that might be a little difficult for you to get/do by yourself

That said, he’s a little easy to take advantage of (because he’s just so smitten and sweet on you hehe)

Like obviously, the Bebop is broke as all hell, but somehow, Spike always manages to scrape up enough money to make sure you never go hungry or without anything you need

And he’s easily to please when it comes to you because all you gotta do is ask him to describe what’s happening on the TV or ask him to take a nap with you and then boom! He’s putty in your hands

It’s a bit hard for him at times since he doesn’t have the most caring personality naturally, and he struggles to find a balance between doing too much/too little (especially since he doesn’t fully understand your capabilities)

But as long as you just stay being so sweet to him, he’ll always be in your corner, loving on you <3

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki has a difficult time with you (at first)

He know you’re more than capable because he sees how fine you get around despite your blindness

But he forgetful that you’re not fully able, so there are time where’s he expecting you to do something is getting fed up that you’re either not doing it or doing it weirdly

And then you have to remind him that you’re…y’know…blind…. (And of course he gets embarrassed and starts yelling and being himself lol)

That trend keeps up for a pretty long time tbh

But eventually, he does sort of slowly pick up on patterns about what you can’t do alone, what you struggle with but can ultimately get through, and what is super easy for you

And at that point, he sort of integrates himself into your routine- helping when he knows he can make a difference

He doesn’t ask you for any praise- he just steps in (especially when he can see the frustration on your face when you have to ask for help you don’t really want) but he does appreciate all the little things you do and say to give him thanks

It takes him a little bit, he manages to strike a pretty good balance with you when it comes doting on you and letting you do things for yourself

He enjoys doing his hero work but honestly? He enjoys being an everyday-hero for you a little bit more <3 (just don’t let anyone know he thinks that LOL)

Link

Link is pretty protective of you

He understands that you have agency and you’re more than capable of getting around and navigating large parts of life by yourself

But the knight in him really jumps out when it comes to you lol

Whenever he’s with you, he’s always holding your hand or offering his arm out to you

He makes sure to steer clear of certain places that might have uneven terrain or any possibilities of danger because he doesn’t ever want to put you in a scary position

And just really doesn’t love the idea of leaving you alone ever (especially because he has a lot of enemies)

Also, he’s probably a lot more talkative with you compared to others because he knows how much you need to rely on sound to make sense of the world

With others, he may prefer the silence

But with you, he enjoys talking to you, describing things for you, and just having conversations so he can hear the sound of your voice too <3

Overall, he’d be a big sweetheart to you but will probably be doing a whole lot behind the scenes to make sure you’re always comfortable 

Sick Day ⛄️

for @uniformbravo ~ Hope you like it and happy holidays~

@natsume-ss

Friends don’t do what we do

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Authors note: this is my first time ever doing something like this, I’m not a writer by conventional means but I could not leave you all hanging after blowing up my blurb

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“That’s a nice jacket.” Your greedy gaze takes in the leather comfortably draping his body.

He eyes you carefully, “Thanks.”

“You got candy in there?” You grin up at him.

“Sweetheart, ask for what you really want.” You hate the way he’s able to coax you into yourself, grounding you with the idea that he’s not like eveyone else. He doesn’t flinch at your forwardness.

“Can I…explore your pockets a bit..?”

You aren’t snoopy by nature (yes you are) , but the desire to more about him drew you into asking this absurd question.

He leans closer to you on the couch, offering his pocket. He carefully takes in the details of your face. You’d wilt under anyone else’s scrutiny, but his attention lacks judgment.

Tentatively you reach in.

He feels your hand digging around. This is the only way he can stomach letting you touch him, between a layer of thick fabric…it feels nice.

“Massive pockets. You carry your bike in here?”

Your heart leaps at the way his laugh softens his voice, “Yeah sweets sometimes I put ‘er in there.”

Your hand wraps around cool metal, heavy in your palm as you lift it into the light of the room.

A pocket knife.

“Oh.” Your eyes gleam dangerously, “You stab someone with this before?” You pop open the blade, checking for blood, before he gently confiscates it, clicking it closed.

“A stab from this’d be a paper cut.” He lifts it away from your reaching hands.

“Then what do you have it for?” He gives you a wry smile, “Has no one taught you anything about—” he pulls his hand away as you reach for it, “—survival?”

“Mmm…not really, no.” You quip. Whether or not it’s sarcasm, he mentally adds to the list of things he needs to teach you.

You reach in again, pulling out a folded piece of paper, you carefully un-crumple it, glancing up at him briefly, waiting to see if he stops you. He only holds your gaze. “Nothing juicy huh?” Your eyes scan a grocery list.

Oh Ho Ho. “Pomegranates?”

“They’re in season…” he murmurs as you read on.

“You put C4 on your grocery list?”

His brows scrunch confusedly, your gasp interrupts his rebuttal, “Chloroform?!” He rips the paper out of your hands, and double checks the list. Bread, chips, peanut butter, mozzarella, eggs, etc.

He sighs, “You don’t buy chloroform at the grocery store, you make it.”

“How?” He gives you a disapproving look, you return it with a grin of your own as you reach in again.

“Shiny…” The three bullets are weighty, all smooth, and cold in your palm.

You let him confiscate those, reveling in his gentleness, and the contrast of his warm, rough fingers. His nearly somber expression catches you off guard, like a cold breeze through a sweater meant to keep you warm. The bullets are a heavier weight, in his hand.

“You’re worse than a crow.” He mutters.

You reach in again, “…my hair tie.”

“Mh.” His noncommittal answer soothes your poorly concealed nerves. What needn’t be said, or brought to the light; whatever this was between you.

He confiscates yet another item from your palm, pulling it on his wrist. “This is mine too.”

Im really enjoying the scanlation of "the summer hikaru died" specifically cause thats a mother fucker who gets an american southern dialect. To often translaters remove dialect instead of adapting em.

"maybe it aint never was so black an white" <- horribly improper grammer. Exactly how my whole family speaks.

worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

What fanfic writers say vs what they mean. Btw.

me, seeing someone left me a comment: screaming, running around the room in circles, kicking my feet up in the air, jumping up and down, giggling to myself, squealing, wiggling, dancing around...

me, replying to someone's comment: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

Watching natsuyuu again after a while and i forgot how utterly beautiful some of the art was lmao

Your evil mother was killed by a demonic entity that took her form. It planned to torture you by revealing itself when you grew up, and feast on your terror and fear. When the day came, however, you felt no fear or despair. Instead, you thanked the demon for being the best mother ever.