#//The only hard No he has is getting innocents caught in any crossfires

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya is the sort of friend who can and WILL cover for you, no questions asked. Not only that, but he will actively help and encourage you all throughout whenever needed.

#hc; kaeya #//So ride or die for his friends and those he deems worthy of a free pass (Luc); he will screw over The Law #//He can’t exactly go on a spiel abt vigilantism or covering up Shenanigans when he himself has dabbled in it #//Eroch didn’t just get Banished; not under his watch #//He won’t blindly do so; often weighing the pros and cons to himself; even while fully intending to help #//Hes gotta make sure how BEST to cover everything up so everyone else will be none the wiser they were behind it #//Also how much paperwork he’s gonna end up doing so Jean won’t see it and ask him tf happened #//Revenge mission? he’s gotchu. gonna steal a thing for some reason? he gotchu. need a diversion? he GOTCHU #//The only hard No he has is getting innocents caught in any crossfires #//Do that; esp against his warnings; and while he won’t sell you out (immediately) he WILL deal with you PERSONALLY #//And he WILL make you regret the knights didn’t catch you first

[camelotremix]

2023 Camelot Remix - Reveals & Masterpost!

♥ Thank you everyone for joining us again for another fantastic year, we hope to see you all again next year!

♥ We’ve had some amazing remixes this year and want to thank all of our remixers and pinch hitters for your hard work - you’ve been FABULOUS.

♥ Thank you to everyone who read, commented, kudosed or showed love in any way for the works created. And if you haven’t left some comments, kudos, or love, here’s your chance!

Your ever-loving mods, Sknits & Fifty ♥

Fic: shana_rose created Too Strong Coffee (A Snowy Fight Remix) for ajsrandom (Arthur/Gwen – Teen and Up – 1403w) Summary: Gwen and Merlin concoct a plan to help Arthur destress. Fic: ajsrandom created Flower Shop (The Fiendishly Delightful Everything Will Be Bouquet Remix) for sinivalkoista (Gen – Gen – 1482w) Summary: Morgana is plotting again, but this time she plans the prank of all pranks against Arthur. It involves an innocent flower shop and a caught-in-the-crossfire Merlin. Fic: queerofthedagger created The Hopeful Conclusion (the 'The Debate' Remix) for scotscookie (Merlin/Arthur – Teen and Up – 1700w) Summary: While Hunith, Morgana, and Leon greet people, Merlin stays close, hovering just on the edge of Arthur’s personal space. Arthur may have taken it the wrong way if Merlin wasn’t the only one aware of The Plan—capital T, capital P.

As if to prove the point, Merlin leans in until their shoulders are pressed together. “Are you absolutely sure about this? There will be no going back.”

---

Almost exactly one year after the nightmare of a debate, the trial against the assailants finally takes place. Outside the court building, a protest in support of magic users is held, with Merlin Emrys and Arthur Pendragon at the head of it.

As it turns out, the day has more than one surprise in store.

Fic: EachPeachPearPlum created sit by me (the everything seems alright remix) for Stelle_loves_reading (Gwaine/Merlin – Teen and Up – 525w) Summary: "Tell me a story," Merlin says, tilting his head back further, far enough to meet Gwaine's gaze for a moment before he closes his eyes. "I like your stories."

Fic: merthurallure created Ruin our Friendship, a More Than a Ride Remix for teachinghimpoetry (Merlin/Arthur – Mature – 946w) Summary: Merlin and Arthur get stranded with only one horse. Feelings get revealed.

Fic: moonflower999 created You Don't Call, You Don't Write (The Echoes of the Other World Remix) for linorien (Gen – Gen – 695w) Summary: It's Samhain. This is the night when the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest. Camelot is wreathed in fog as Merlin, Arthur, and Guinevere head into the crypts.

Fic: linorien created All You Need is Faith and Trust for s0mmerspr0ssen (Arthur/Gwen – Gen – 12676w) Summary: The drought is awful. It's broken the land and the people's spirits both. An old ritual might be the trick to breaking the curse, but will it also break Merlin and Arthur's friendship?

Fic: s0mmerspr0ssen created In Your Shoes (The “Swap Our Places” Remix) for clea2011 (Merlin/Arthur – Teen and Up – 13917w) Summary: Arthur is in dire need of an attitude check, so Merlin helps him: with a body swap spell. Chaos ensues.

Fic: princessoftheworlds created Counting Castles (the Naming Chickens Remix) for malu_3 (Gwen/Merlin/Arthur - Mature - 5,794w) Summary: Inspired by her conversation with Hunith, Gwen whisks her husband and their lover away to a castle on the coast so they can spend some time together free of their royal duties and expectations, but despite the fresh air and seaside spray, they find that starting a family isn't always easy.

Art: mirayla created Yet, here you are, still (The Still I Surface in Morning Light Remix) for queerofthedagger (Merlin/Arthur - Teen - Art) Summary: “I’m not going to make it that easy,” Arthur presses out, his entire body shaking as he cages Merlin against the nearest wall. “You killed for me? Well, so do my knights. I never wanted you to; you were never supposed to take that kind of burden on for me. But who am I to condemn you, after the atrocities I have committed in my father’s name? You know of them, and yet, here you are, still.”

And yet, here Merlin is, still.

-Still I Surface in Morning Light - queerofthedagger

Fic: salamandair created it's our time now (if you want it to be)[the Irresistible remix] for seadeepy (Gwaine/Merlin/Arthur - General Audiences - 853w) Summary: Arthur is up late with a restless mind after the events of the last few hours. Gwaine won’t let Arthur’s mind keep the other awake, not if he can help it.

Fic: chaosgenes created Save Our Souls (a "No thanks to you, God!" remix) for papysanzo89 (Merlin/Arthur - Explicit - 4,779w) Summary: Emrys, the demon of Prophecy and Magical Arts, has long attempted to drag his prey, Arthur Pendragon, into the depths of Hell. Perhaps, this time, the human priest will finally succumb to his seduction.

Fic: laevateinn created Five times Percival was surprised by Gwaine, and one time Gwaine was the one surprised for aeris444 (Gwaine/Percival - Teen - 4,259w) Summary: People knew Gwaine as the fun knight. But like everyone, he was much more complex.

Five occurrences where Gwaine wasn't what people expected him to be... and one where he was not the only surprising person.

Fic: seadeepy created this love, it transcends (the I Know Now remix) for moonflower999 (Merlin/Arthur - Teen - 1,027w) Summary: At the moment of Arthur's death, Merlin discovers his magic is capable of far more than he ever imagined.

Fic: aeris444 created A trip to love for laevateinn (Gwaine/Percival – Teen and Up – 662w) Summary: Gwaine and Percival are planning a trip to go admire the northern lights... But a worldwide pandemic gets in the way of their trip.

Fic: malu_3 created Morgana and the Hall of Fortune (A Fickle Canon Fix Remix) for willowsmarika (Gen – Teen and Up – 10509w) Summary: After being run through by Merlin, Morgana Pendragon is offered an intriguing choice. Fortune has not smiled on her in her past endeavors, but perhaps there is wisdom to be gained, still, and a chance at a happier fate.

Fic: scotscookie created Life is for the Living (A Prayer before Birth Remix) for polomonkey (Merlin/Arthur – Teen and Up – 3225w) Summary: Merlin has always loved watching Arthur.

Fic: Stelle_loves_reading created Out in the Snow, A Tiny Warlock Glows - Remix for nivelle (Gwaine/Merlin – Teen and Up – Art) Summary: Merlin and Gwaine are away from others, and Camelot. They are attacked by bandits and while Gwaine is dealing with seemingly the last one of them, he realizes Merlin is seriously wounded.

Fic: MyKingdomComeUndone created Something So Magic About You (The Taste of Temptation Remix) for insane_falcon (Merlin/Arthur – Explicit – 27053w) Summary: “You’re more interesting than I thought you’d be,” Arthur admits, allowing his lips to curl into a smile that hovers somewhere between supercilious and patronising. “But you should really give up while I’m playing nice. I’ve been trained to kill since birth.”

His breath catches in his throat as the boy lets out an undignified snort. That was not quite the reaction he was aiming for... Before he can come up with something clever and scathing to say, the boy doubles down.

“And how long have you been training to be a prat?” he asks, again raising that damned eyebrow of his. “Or did that just come naturally?”

For an excruciating moment, Arthur is struck speechless. How dare this…this imbecile insult him to his face? A prat? He’ll show him who’s the prat!

Arthur’s eyes narrow as he brings his sword back up, but instead of cowering in fear, the boy merely smirks at him.

Or:

Arthur catches an apple thief and ends up getting more than he bargained for. (and no, I‘m not just talking about sex, although he does very much get that, too)

Fic: sinivalkoista created Bearly Beloved (The Arto-Maglos Remix) for MerlinMorganEmrys (Arthur/Gwen – Gen – 7500w) Summary: Once upon a time, there was a prince who was rather prattish.

Because of his prattishness, he was cursed to become a bear.

...

“Merlin, listen. This afternoon, I heard a girl singing in the forest. I have a plan.”

“Kidnapping her?”

“No.”

“Kidnapping her father?”

“No!”

Art: kairennart created heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I for mirayla (Merlin/Arthur - General Audiences) Summary: After Camlann, Merlin receives the visit of a ghost.

Fic: teachinghimpoetry created Somebody's Watching Me (The WAP Make it Rain Remix) for merthurallure (Merlin/Morgana, Arthur/Morgana, Merlin/Arthur - Explicit - 1,657w) Summary: Morgana really liked being watched by her mystery man. Tonight she was going to give him a show worth watching.

Art: papysanzo89 created up where they stay all day in the sun (The "I am your Husband" Remix) for MyKingdomComeUndone (Merlin/Arthur - General Audiences - Art) Summary: A hand reached for his forearm, and Arthur whirled around, only to discover none other than the strange man from the restaurant standing in front of him, face flushed and panting slightly.

“You just left,” the man complained between breaths. “You can’t do that, it’s really bad form to leave your husband behind like that!”

Art: nivelle created Like a Bird in Flight (Rings Like a Bell Through the Night Remix) for EachPeachPearPlum (Gwaine/Merlin - General Audiences - Art) i: Gwaine asks Merlin for a dance.

Art: lfb72 created Catch of The Day ( Swipe Right for Fish Remix) for salamandair (Merlin/Arthur - Teen and Up - Art) Summary: I spy, with my little eye something beginning with ….? Arthur looks into the water and discovers something far more fascinating than just fish.

Fic: clea2011 created It’s a Kind of Magic (The Singalong Remix) for Shana_Rose (Merlin/Arthur - Teen - 9,613w) Summary: Arthur writes a song. All by himself. With a pen and everything.

Band AU in which Arthur and Merlin engage in mutual pining and ridiculous misunderstandings, Gwaine can’t keep his shirt on, Leon holds it all together (grumpily) and Lance has the patience of a saint.

Business as usual then.

Fic: geeklover created A Contradiction in Terms (The Difference Between Night and Day Remix) for fifty_fifty (Merlin/Arthur - Mature - 1,183w) Summary: Uther hasn't been dead for twenty-four hours, and Arthur already faces his first challenge as king. Now is when he needs his father the most...or does he?

Fic: polomonkey created Candere for Athena (sherlock_is_actually_a_girls_name) (Merlin/Arthur - Teen and Up - 8,206w) Summary: Ever since that fateful night when Arthur had pulled him in for a hug, arms strong and warm around Merlin’s back, bare chest pressed against him, face all but buried in Merlin’s neck… Merlin had been lost.

But Arthur had let go. And he hadn’t touched Merlin since.

Four times Merlin attempted to get a hug from Arthur, and the one time Arthur gave it willingly.

Fic: Athena (sherlock_is_actually_a_girls_name created The Lavatory for chaosgenes (Merlin/Arthur - Explicit - 732w) Summary: Merlin is afraid of heights. Arthur helps.

Fic: sinivalkoista created the kitten caboodle (the corgi conundrum remix) for princessoftheworlds (Gen - General Audiences - 1,272w) Summary: Arthur finds himself a mortal nemesis - in the form of a deranged beast Merlin brings home.

Fic: moonflower999 created Tell Me What You Really Think (The Gratitude Remix) for geeklover (Merlin/Arthur - General Audiences - 1,983w) Summary: Uther assigns Merlin to Arthur as his new manservant. The problem is that no one knows that Arthur is attracted to men, and Merlin is exactly his type. The prince has to find a way to get rid of Merlin as quickly as possible, as Uther will not budge.

Art: nivelle created Self-designated Knight-sitter for kairennart (Personaje) (Gen - General Audiences - Art) Summary: If she sits on him, he can't run off to get into trouble, Aithusa figures and holds onto Lancelot a little bit tighter.

Art: willowsmarika created The Babysitter Swap (The Aithusa Just Wants To Have Fun Remix) for kairennart (Personaje) (Gen - General Audiences - Art) Summary: Aithusa had enough of Lancelot's protectiveness, she wants a fun babysitter for once. Enter Gwaine, who even manages to loose his shirt during the day, because why not?! And it's Gwaine...

Fic: fifty_fifty created Part of That World (The Little Merman remix) for lfb72 (Merlin/Arthur - Explicit - 31,926w) Summary: Merlin is a curious merman who becomes intrigued with the humans who live on the land. After years of watching and longing, he finds out it's possible for a merman to become a human man.

Meanwhile, Arthur is fed up with his life in the city and quits his job at the family business. After a blow-out fight with his father, he moves to his mother's old seaside cottage at sleepy Camelot-on-Sea, where he finds himself, his life's calling, and a rather mysterious merman who saves him in more ways than one.

#camelot remix #camelot remix 2023 #reveals #merlin fanfic #merlin fanart #merlin #masterlist: 2023

[sofiadragon]

"We want strong men, to stand beside women as equals and work as partners... We need to stop telling men that there is no difference between competence and misogyny.”

Yet another YouTube video essay that cuts to the core of Marvel’s problems. This one hits some great thematic points about Phase 4 being dominated by bait-and-switch protagonists, female or minority antagonists that are only bad because a white man is pulling their strings, and a strict black-and-white morality that comes off as preachy propaganda. 

Highlights:

The bait and switch: Either we tune in to see a favorite character and that character is overshadowed by a new character until the title character is hardly even part of the show. And/or the title character is absolutely mangled by the film/show to become this weak, terrible parody of themselves so that the minority or female character looks better by comparison. The female character never suffers any great setback because she is already at the end of her power-up arc, which all happened off-screen in a cut or before the movie/show even began.

The Lecture: She-Hulk condescendingly explains to Hulk that she doesn’t need training because is better at controlling her emotions than he is even after all the effort he put into training himself because she has to deal with inexperienced men condescendingly explaining the things she is experienced in to her all the time. Not a hint of either of them seeing the hypocrisy there. I know I’ve ranted about this scene before, but Phase 4 is so preachy. Again and again, we see some character go on a moral rant not at the villain, but at a supporting character or co-star. Hulk randomly needs a lecture about feminism. Loki just wants to be king of something for no good reason, and never mind the first two acts of Thor 2011. Every protagonist in DS: MoM gets a lecture... except maybe Wong? That movie is so confusing I may have to watch it again, but I think Wong made it out without an after-school special. The end of Falcon and the Winter Soldier is just a moral lecture with no stated solutions to any of the problems while a female minority terrorist murderer suddenly gets treated like an innocent child caught in the crossfire.

It’s just too easy: The Asgardians have had the worst time in Phase 4 and with them being my favorite characters... that’s just who I care most about. I’ve called out Sylvie for being a Mary Sue adjacent author self-insert before, and by Loki I’ll say it again. Nothing is hard for her except that she’s got this bumbling, spastic idiot attached to her. She doesn’t fail except that The Variant trips and lands in her way. None of her faults matter at all to her personal goals and struggles, and her primary fault actively helps her achieve her goals. This isn’t a struggle, and if it is just that easy then why should we care that she did it? Jane Foster is just... Oh my goddess no. She doesn’t even get to earn her power based on some intrinsic quality of her character that lets her pick up Mjolnir. No, Thor cast a spell on his hammer accidentally with no effort and minimal intention (I know this is a soft magic system but come on, there are some basic established parameters.) That allows Jane to wield Mjolnir. The hammer just makes her awesome, she’s barely able to stand without it. It’s just so easy for her... and it isn’t earned at all. She just got sick after a magic ex-boyfriend cast a protection spell that kills her faster if she uses it. This could have been a decent story for Jane (while Thor’s character is unsalvageable in this film) if she had just earned Mjolnir on her own merits.

#youtube #mcu critical #marvel phase 4 criticism

[sentimental-simp]

my hand was the one you reached for all throughout the great war

okkotsu yuuta x f!reader: angst, hurt/comfort

tw: mentions of blood. that’s it.

word count: 2.3k

song: the great war by taylor swift

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42939279

summary: sometimes, it's hard to admit your mistakes. sometimes, you just want to run away, avoiding the consequences. but you know you can't do that. especially knowing your relationship is on the line.

It is difficult to love when it feels like the entire world has turned their back on you, laughing at your pain. Especially in this world of gore and curses, people like (Y/N) could never catch a break. As a First Grade Sorcerer, the things on her plate were sometimes too much to handle. Hearing those distorted voices get into her head, nearly losing consciousness every time she took a step too far, or being unable to save the innocent lives that got caught in the crossfire is something she carries with her to her sleep. Yes, it was exhausting. But there are times where she forgets to recognize that she isn’t the only one having a hard time too.

Like all the other professional jujutsu shamans on the battlefield, or her lowerclassmen, or her boyfriend Okkotsu Yuuta. As a Special Grade Sorcerer, he has a lot more responsibilities and inner turmoil ingrained onto him with every curse he destroyed, every technique he cast, and every life he saved. There will always be things (Y/N) would fail to see in his tired dark blue eyes. 

If only she knew how to find it, if only she would be able to understand his side of the story, if only she could learn to accept her mistakes, maybe they wouldn’t be in this mess.

Their fights have been becoming more frequent, from being about missed dates or arriving home late, to small things like jokes meant to be harmless, unwashed dishes, and past loves.

(Y/N) was being petty. It hurts.

Today was the third day Yuuta didn’t come back to their shared apartment. She had a feeling he was staying over Toge’s place, but she was too fearful to check. Why? Perhaps she was scared to hear him tell her it was none of her business (the back of her mind tried to convince her Yuuta would never say that, but her anxiety got the better of her). Or even worse, how he wasn’t there at all. Maybe he had no home to stay. Maybe… maybe he found another person to be with. She wouldn’t blame him, she really was in shambles lately, their relationship was slowly crumbling to pieces. But deep down she would pray to whatever god who would bother listening to her. 

Please, let him come back home.

~~~

It was the sixth day. Still no news.

She had to drag herself out of the covers to get to work. Another day, another mission, another Special Grade curse in need to be exorcized. Was it silly to hope deep down he would be there? She shook her head. No.

Yuuta wasn’t involved in this mission. Of course not. He would always be out there doing great things that made such a big impact to the greater good. Here she was, getting her ass kicked by a baby head with spider legs.

Luckily for her, she managed to cut through its webs and killed it. Unfortunately for her, she was left with four broken ribs, some lacerations, and a split lip. On other days, it could’ve been worse. With all her remaining energy, she teleported back to their apartment. As she was stumbling through her bedroom, she noticed how the place was collecting dust. She lied down, couldn’t care any less about the white sheets being stained crimson through her bloody wounds. She hasn’t perfected her reverse cursed techniques when it comes to healing, but that was all she had. Usually, she would have Yuuta to help her clean up. But he wasn’t here now. 

As (Y/N) was slowly healing herself, she studied her knuckles that were bruised like violets. She cried. Not because of the injury, but she remembered how Yuuta would warmly kiss the ugly and marred skin on her hands, how he would kiss the pain away. She missed him so damn much. Through the tears, her eyes slowly lost their vision, and soon she fell asleep, agonizing over her mistakes and how her lover wasn’t here.

She was bitter. One of the promises they made when they got together was how they would always stay by each other’s side. But he wasn’t here.

Yuuta still wasn’t here.

She woke up in Jujutsu High’s infirmary. Surprised as to how she got into her alma mater’s hospital, (Y/N) nearly tripped over the IV attached to her skin. Ieiri Shoko arrived on time to get her back to the bed, explaining to her what happened. Apparently Yuuta brought here, asking Ieiri for help.

The girl nearly tripped again.

(Y/N) didn’t know what to feel. Yuuta came to check on her? Was she supposed to feel happy that he was kind enough to not bleed to death in their bed?

Or was it pity that drove him to do such? Yuuta was always a kind man. Even if he despised her, he would still help her. 

She still felt like a void. After all, he still wasn’t here with her.

The next day, (Y/N) was discharged. Ieiri tried to talk her out of the problems, but she was too ashamed to admit so many things. How she was the one who made this mess, how she drove Yuuta away from her, how she was too scared to apologize. The girl couldn’t bear facing the consequences, so she’s just doing something she’s good at: running away.

As she was walking down the school grounds to leave, she got a glimpse of Yuuta in the distance, talking to another sorcerer colleague. He looked more tired than usual. For a second, their gazes met. But his eyes immediately darted elsewhere.

That was understandable.

The corner of her lip trembled as she forced herself to look away.

It was her fault anyways. She deserved it.

Twelfth day, he’s still not back.

The wounds on her knuckles have opened because she punched the wall in frustration. Perhaps in the back of her mind, she thought he would come back and help her out. God, she needed to get her head back in the game. She needed to pick up the pieces she broke herself.

It wasn’t his fault. It was hers.

The girl laid in their bed. It was cold. 

~~~

The gods answered her prayers. They were still cruel. Most likely they were mocking her.

No. She shouldn’t put the blame on others.

Her paths crossed with Yuuta. He was exiting their shared apartment, a bag slung over his shoulder. Was he getting his things? The boy couldn’t meet her gaze. Maybe it was a hasty generalization, but it somewhat confirmed he was really leaving her.

“Is that it?” Those words accidentally slipped off her lips. “You got everything already?”

Yuuta’s blue eyes widened in surprise. “Uh,” He stammered. “Yeah, just got my clothes.” He pointed to his bag.

“I see,” (Y/N) muttered. She didn’t know what caused it, but maybe the expression on her face made him look even more pained. She bit her lip to refrain herself from lashing out to him.

His mouth parted as if he was going to speak. “About what happened…” His voice trailed off, unsure what to say next. “Maybe it’s best if we should–”

She lost her cool. (Y/N) marched up to him, fury fuming out of her as she jabbed a finger on his chest. “Shut up. Please. Don’t you dare say another word.” She immediately regretted it.

Was that fear in his eyes? Yuuta stared at the hand that was accusingly pointing at him. All she could do was draw back her hand, not her words. So she stumbled away from him, turned around, and slammed the door.

She was an ironic fool. The girl claims she wants him by her side, but she would draw the curtains closed on him. He used to tell her to trust him more, but her ego swung on him. Or maybe it was her past, telling herself to punish him for things he never did. There was no way to justify her actions. She was the wicked witch drowning him in this relationship.

But she doesn’t want to let him go.

She was so selfish. She wants him to leave her. But she would play the victim to force him to stay in the fraying threads that barely keeps them together. (Y/N) was painfully self-aware of everything after the damage was done. Was it better to live in blissful ignorance? Why was this so difficult? They had a chance to talk it out, but she blew things out of proportion. She made the situation worse.

Thirteenth day and she was still alone in bed.

But a rustle of keys at midnight jolted her awake. Was he back?

She froze. Should she be overjoyed he was here? Should she go to him? Should she pretend to be asleep?

“(Y/N)?” His voice called out to her from their kitchen. His steps were growing louder.

She couldn’t bear it anymore.

The girl shot right up, not caring if she was barefoot on the cold floor, and ran to open their bedroom door. And he was there.

Yuuta was there right in front of her.

“Are you alright?” He began, smiling softly. There was a tinge of sadness in his tone.

Her lips trembled, confused. Why was he like this? So kind and caring? Why wasn’t he angry at her? Why wasn’t he shouting? Why wasn’t he seething in rage? Did he reach his closure? Was he ready to end everything? Was he–

His hand caressed her cheek tenderly. She didn’t realize she was crying as he gently wiped the tears off her face. His fingers were rough and calloused, but they were warm. Was this real?

Her body moved on its own as she reached out to gingerly touch his face. Yuuta’s other hand patted hers as he kissed her knuckles. He pressed his lips on the scabs of dried blood and bruises. “I’m sorry if I made you do this.”

That snapped her out of her trance.

She took her hand back and clenched her fists. “Why are you apologizing? It should be me!”

Again, he looked hurt because of actions. In shame, she covered her face so she wouldn’t see him. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I keep pushing you away every time you try to make this work. I’m sorry that I’m so difficult to deal with.” She sobbed, choking back her tears. “I have a thousand things I prepared to say to you, but every time I see you, my negative emotions get a hold of me.

“I’m sorry for being so self-absorbed. I know I’m not the center of the world, so I can’t always be mad if you come home late at night all bruised and bloodied. I was out of the line when I got angry at you for not calling me. It wasn’t your fault, I should’ve known better because you’re just doing your job.”

Like the tears, her words spilled out of her mouth. “I’m so sorry,” She kept on whispering, her voice slowly becoming hoarse. “I don’t blame you for leaving.”

(Y/N)’s mind was telling her that he was going to leave. That’s what the voices in her head were pressing on. She was expecting him to leave. But she desperately wanted to run to him, run back to his arms. Was he still there? She was too busy crying to notice if he made a sound as he left. Her legs gave out. She prepared to crash down on the icy cold bedroom floor.

She let out a gasp as warmth embraced her once more, catching her, cushioning her fall. Yuuta was there. No. Yuuta was here. With her. Holding her gently, as if she was fragile glass. As if he didn’t want her to break any further.

“(Y/N), please don’t say that.” He was crying too. In shock, she slowly faced him, unable to register this rush of emotions. “I should shoulder the blame too. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone. I was so angry then ashamed to face you again. You got hurt because I left you, even though I promised you to always be by your side.”

He threaded his fingers on the strands of her (h/c). “Yesterday when I saw you by the door, I’m so sorry for even thinking about leaving you. I honestly thought you would be better off without me. I thought me being a Special Grade Sorcerer would be a burden to you. I always made you worry.”  Yuuta stifled a laugh. “Was it selfish for me to still need you even if I caused you pain?”

A light chuckle escaped her lips as she nuzzled her head upon the crook of his neck. “I was thinking of the same thing. I thought you wouldn’t want to deal with me anymore. I didn’t want to be more of a burden considering all the weight on your shoulders. I thought you were tired of me.”

He shook his head quickly. “No, no. Never. Please don’t ever think that. (Y/N), look at me.” Reluctantly the girl met the eyes of her lover, face flushed in shame. His thumbs padded away her tears. “(Y/N), I love you. I truly do, please remember that.”

Unlike all the times he told her that phrase, none of them looked away bashfully. He was still looking at her directly in the eye, as if he could have never been more certain of his words. Through her tears, she smiled again, a sight he dearly missed. “I love you too, Yuuta.”

He slowly stroked the dried blood on her hands, healing the wounds away from existence. He kissed her forehead, (Y/N) closed her eyes, embracing the moment, embracing the warmth. “Thank you for staying here with me.”

She could feel a smile form on his lips as he hummed. “I’m home. Sorry for being away for so long.”

“Welcome home, Yuuta.”

Though there is an uncertainty of perpetual happiness, she vowed to always be his.

The worst was over. Despite all the conflict, the bloodshed, the painful words, her hand was still the one he reached for. She doesn’t plan on letting go, and neither does he.

#yuuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu x reader #angst #hurt and comfort #i love yuuta so much #based on a taylor swift song #jujutsu kaisen x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader

[yakool-foolio]

now that i think about it, how will chapter 0 play out for the DKY au? yakou won’t exactly be on the train car so it might be hard for him to actually investigate anything regarding the Amaterasu Express Massacre (including some of the gimmicks), so i’m wondering if he’s going to investigate a separate case or maybe something that logically makes sense for him to be at haha

I slept on this question a bit too hard (I completely missed attending one of my classes whoops). Chapter 0 for this AU is much more complicated to figure out how it would function in the story, it'd make chapter 4 jealous. But after some contemplation, I think I've found a way to make it work. It may involve a little suspension of disbelief, but it'll be interesting.

The prologue and chapter 0 are basically combined in this AU, since Yakou meets up with all the surviving detectives individually, which serve as their introductions. I'll definitely go into more detail in a future post about each detective's train massacre and how they survived and caught or avoided the culprits. For now, all that's needed is that Yakou spends the day getting to know each of the survivors and a part of their stories, clueing himself in on Amaterasu's involvement in these massacres.

However, things change when he rushes over to the final train arrival. Yakou spots the rookie Yuma being interrogated by Swank and a handful of other officers, questioning his innocence. Yakou uses this window as his chance to investigate the aftermath of the slaughter, swiftly surveying all the train cars and the burnt bodies. He checks off a mental list of all the dead detectives, recognizing them from the profiles he received from the WDO. But other than Yuma, one is still missing. Zilch. As he finishes his brisk investigation, he spots someone running off the train. Yakou chases after them, and they run right into Swank and his goons who are about to arrest Yuma. The other detective, now recognized as Zilch, begins to exclaim in agreeance that Yuma is the culprit. Swank is fully aware that this Zilch is the hitman, but he's not dumb enough to reveal it in front of Yakou. In a subtle change of plans, the money-grubbing peacekeeper holds both suspects down. Yuma and Zilch turn to Yakou for help, scared voices trampling over each other as they try to explain their innocence. Shinigami advises Yakou to ask for her help, and he accepts in a panic.

In this first mystery labyrinth, Yakou is tasked with finding out which of the two remaining detectives is the real culprit. Since he could only investigate the aftermath, he has to rely on the detectives to testify about their time on the train. Using their testimonies, Yakou has to pick out any contradictions in order to determine who committed the murders, assisted by the evidence gathered on the train. Yuma and Zilch are in their mystery phantom forms, battling each other while Yakou is caught in the crossfire of their statements. There are times where Yakou will side with either of them, but eventually he realizes that Yuma is the one telling the truth. Zilch retorts even more, evolving into his owlcat form to plead innocence and attack Yuma further. Yakou defeats Zilch, allowing Shinigami to reap his soul and destroy the mystery labyrinth.

Returning to reality, Zilch freezes mid-yell, suddenly dropping dead in an officer's grasp. This time it isn't just Yakou that flips his lid. Yuma yelps in shock as Swank berates him for poisoning Zilch. Yakou tries to reason with Swank, but it's no use. Just as Swank is about to take Yuma away by force, the surviving detectives step up to assist Yakou and prove Yuma's innocence by providing evidence that Zilch was a hired hitman. With nothing else to gain against a pack of determined detectives, Swank submits to their claims and backs off as he swears they'll feel Amaterasu's wrath soon, allowing Yuma to be set free. The group of detectives reconvene, providing Yakou and Yuma some much needed relief. They all leave Kanai Station in a bundle of conversations, all warmly greeting the newest member of the Nocturnal Detective Agency.

#its scarily difficult to adapt chapter 0 to this au but i think i got it #im not good at writing mysteries even though i play mystery games #im a bit stupid n silly #death knight yakou au #rain code #rain code spoilers #yakou furio #yuma kokohead #hitman zilch

[colnerys]

‘PERSONAL LOG’

send  ‘PERSONAL LOG’  for a glimpse at one of my muse’s personal logs.  (bonus points if you add the name of a person,  place,  or an event you’d like the log to discuss!)

kira nerys, personal log, stardate ... i don't give a crap.

this is the fourth time this week that i've seen dax leave the holosuite with commander worf. i must admit, as ridiculous as i've felt being in one of those programs ... i'm envious of him.

i never really had friends my age growing up — well, friends that stayed long enough for it to become anything meaningful. after all, the occupation wasn't exactly made for us to raise children. every week i wept over losing a new friend to the cardassians as i begged them to take me instead but they never listened.

that stubborn little girl never lost hope until she joined the resistance.

funny isn't it? the resistance— a symbol of hope to all bajorans; an emblem of freedom ... yet, there i grew up. i saw how expendable our lives were to those spoo— cardassian soldiers. and i learned that the only way ... the only way for me to make it out alive was to grow no attachments & keep my heart close to my chest.

how did that turn out? horribly.

every night i still wept for the lives lost. i wept for my fallen comrades. i wept for the innocent bajorans that got caught in the crossfires. i even wept for a collaborator once.

but over time, i learned how to deal with it.

... i didn't come to this station to make friends. i had one job and one job only : make sure the federation doesn't screw us over. i was skeptical of them— hell, i still am but i never expected to feel like ... this.

now, jadzia isn't my only friend, i know that! i got er... i have odo too!

but odo wasn't the type of friend you had fun with — ha, look at me. talking about having fun... what does it matter? i should be grateful he's always there and that i can find him at any hour and he'd speak to me even if he doesn't get me half the time he's still... there.

i don't understand why i'm feeling this way. it isn't as if i'm dax's only friend on the station— i know that.

but there's something about her and worf that makes me feel ... queasy. that makes me feel sick. t-that makes it hard to breathe. i-it's ... it's like someone just reached into my chest and started squeezing my heart real tight— like a ...

like a heart break.

just like when bareil—

oh prophets. c'mon. this is just cruel.

this is DAX we're talking about. the same DAX who moves from one alien to the next— trying to conquer the galaxy, one night at a time! i-i can't— [ she gasps ] uhp—! no. of all the people on this station?! of all the people in this quadrant ?! why DAX?!

we'd never work! sure i think she's brilliant, intelligent, and wise beyond her years but that's PURELY from a professional standpoint. it has nothing to do with how soft her hair is, how just one look from her assures me like nothing ever has—

...like nothing ever has? [ hysterical laughter ] oh, prophets nerys! you really know how to pick 'em, huh?!

argh! computer, end log entry and establish a security code to access this entry — kira lambda five, seven, one, one, zero, delta, lock.

#sohelish #* 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ic #* 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : inbox #hi u get the gay log entry huh #meme status: accepting

[owlf45]

Sixth One For All Holder | Roleswap

“Everyone in the world believes in one. In you.”

He is no older than the last one was, when Shigaraki first met him—twenty, maybe, if he’s stretching it. His eyes are dark. His mouth is hidden behind the collar of his suit.

Shigaraki thinks, quietly, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.

“The entire world— All their faith for one pair of hands. For the hero who has always stood since the dawn of quirks.”

He—En, one of Shigaraki’s quirks mumbles—speaks softly, flatly, sarcastically. He looks more like Yoichi than any of the others. It stings.

I’m sorry, Shigaraki thinks. There’s blood pouring from his mouth, and he wipes his chin. En might be the one to finally kill him. He’s the sixth one. Shigaraki’s brother was the first.

Shigaraki never meant to kill his brother. He only meant to stop him—only tried to prove that one leader for all would only cause the balance between quirked and quirkless to collapse.

“I’ve never forgotten.”

I know.

En steps closer to the bridge. Smoke spills and unfurls from his skin. Shigaraki thinks he can see the other five who’d died right in front of him—by his hands, even though he desperately asked, pleaded, screamed, whispered that he didn’t want their blood on his hands—within, haunting, still, refusing to move on.

En has Yoichi’s eyes. They all do: him and the five ghosts over his shoulder.

“And I’ll never forgive you.”

I know, Shigaraki thinks. I know.

All For One wonders when the time will come that he will no longer be strong enough. That One For All will surpass All For One. When they will stop throwing themselves at him, again and again, unwavering, flare burning brighter before snuffing out in a pitiful plume of smoke.

He wonders when he’ll stop killing young dreamers with his brother’s eyes.

All For One is the first hero. Hero society— and by extension, quirked society, has never existed without him. His power is never questioned. He is timeless, immortal, unkillable. He’s the best hero, the Symbol of Protection, right?

All For One is the first hero. Hero society— and by extension, quirked society, has never existed without him. His power is never questioned. He is timeless, immortal, unkillable. He’s the best hero, the Symbol of Protection, right?

All For One’s hero name = All the world for one (for Shigaraki) to protect

All For One takes the young grandson of Yoichi’s seventh successor, a poor young boy whose quirk causes tragedy among his family. Tomura impresses him, and All For One wants to pass his legacy on to him. He knows it’s only a matter of time before he is killed, and Yoichi’s successors only want revenge. It’s only All For One that One For All wants, but he can’t let society crumble without him, and he can’t let One For All get so powerful that he kills innocent people in their routine fights

All For One has a family, but after Eighth— All Might begins to dismantle All For One’s hard work, he distances himself from them. He can’t bear to let Inko and his quirkless Izuku get caught in the crossfire. Especially not after he loses his eyesight to a fight he scrapes by to survive.

Except— Izuku looks so much like Yoichi. And when he has One For All, has Yoichi’s eyes, with the hurt of Quirkless discrimination that All For One’s own, rigid, timeless system created, that All For One’s parental distance created, All For One has to swallow the old truth—that he only fails the people closest to him.

#ofalegacyweek #sixth one for all holder #roleswap ofa au #all for one #bnha #bnha fanart #owl's art #owl’s art

[spacexseven]

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE! Cause today I've been thinking about yandere Atsushi. The dude's had a hard life and I see him as reeeeaaaally clingy mixed with overprotective, he's gone through stuff and has an emo man with a cough out to kill him, so it'd make sense he wants his s/o around and safe with him. But he also seems like he'd be fairly easy to trick into letting his s/o escape. He doesn't want to scare them away or be violent so with enough convincing he'd probably let them go somewhere on their own. Then he finds out they escaped, goes looking for them, and he gets even more trust issues with his clinginess increasing tenfold

emo man with a cough 😭😭 poor akutagawa

cw: stalking, implied tracking, reader is locked up :O

atsushi is just so cute, you know :,) but definitely super clingy, like hovering around you all the time. he probably started the habit of constantly watching you and checking on you because he was really just worried, he knew what kind of people were out there, and he needed to protect you.

but he spirals, fast. what starts off with good intentions turns into something more suffocating. he starts to like having you in his line of sight all the time. he likes watching you - you're cute, and he loves you. unfortunately, it only gets worse. sometimes he's worried; why are you spending more time with the other members of the agency? he's right here, too! he notices every little interaction.

like you said, he doesn't want to scare you away from him. ideally, he wants to make you depend on him, so he starts slipping little lies. oh, you didn't know? the port mafia are getting more reckless, killing more people for the smallest things - there's been a lot of victims with the signature port mafia style of murder, especially near that boutique you like so much. he'll exaggerate things, like about how there's an extremely large number of gifted groups forming in the city, which means more conflict, more innocent people getting caught in the crossfire. don't worry though, atsushi'll protect you!

if you're smart - smart enough to figure out his weakness (which is, the fact that he wants you to love him back), then you might succeed in tricking him. if you give him an excuse like you want to get him a gift so he can't come along, he'll be over the moon. so delighted, so thrilled, that the idea of you going out alone is suddenly not that bad. of course, he doesn't want you spending more time with the other detectives because what if...you start to like them?? so, alone you go.

the excitement wears off pretty fast. by 30 minutes, if he doesn't get a call that you've reached your location, he might let it slide, but any more than an hour, and he's frantic. he's so nervous, he feels like he's about to explode. where were you? your phone location was moving in some random location, and he realizes you left it on the train on purpose. regardless, he will find you. atsushi is dangerously dedicated to the task when it concerns you. all the while, he's thinking of how dangerous the world is, how stupid you were to run and mostly, how cruel of you to destroy his heart like this.

maybe you left it by accident? but you didn't try contacting him at all, so it's obvious to him what you're trying here, and he doesn't like it. when he gets you back, expect to be locked in his dorm. before this, he let you tag along to the agency, but from now on, you're locked inside his room, cameras everywhere to keep an eye on you, and no phone, or any sort of device. he doesn't want you to even think for yourself anymore. he makes the decisions, you can't see anyone, can't talk to anyone, unless it's him. he decides he needs to make himself your entire world, like you are his.

i say atsushi is too cute and proceed to write this...but i love u anon

#yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere atsushi #atsushi x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #yandere atsushi x reader #bsd x you #yandere ff #yandere x you #yandere x reader #ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #drabble 🐟 #atsushi 🐟 #bsd 🐟

[nickyhemmick]

A Very Stressed American Jew here again,

Hi! Thank you for taking the time to respond to my ask and yes, I’m someone who loves hearing as many perspectives as possible so I’d love some sources from you. I also very much appreciate the fact you are being very careful to only reblog posts that are anti Israel, not antisemetic (which is frankly a breath of fresh air, the internet has been a bit exhaustingly full of both antisemitic & Islamaphobic content these past feel days as I bet you’ve seen)

I’ve also been to Israel on a Birthright trip. We met people who ( both Palestinian and Israeli) on various sides of the conflict and learned a ton about it, from both perspectives which I was lucky to have the opportunity to do. We even went a little into the Gaza Strip to talk to these people running a pro Palestine peace movement and it was so important to me hearing those stories.

I never said they were on equal footing militarily, they definitely are not, Israel definitely has that advantage. But you are incorrect about Israel always being the aggressor since 1948,they’ve defended themselves about as often as they’ve attacked. Isreal is a small country comparatively to the ones surrounding it, so it makes sense it defends itself heavily in case of an attack.

I 100% agree that there are too many people who are compliant with the mistreatment of many Palestinians! I’m not anti #freepalestine at all! I get why that is a thing. But I also stand with Israel( but that does not mean I condone every action they take. ) Overall I think the situation is extremely complicated and some sort of compromise should be reached.

It’s just been very frustrating to see so many people reblog things on a situation just bashing Israel because so many others are doing it. Especially when then don’t know what they are talking about or using big buzz words that they don’t know what they mean, or spreading misinformation. It’s been on both sides and has been very very draining. I just want peace and some sort of solution. It makes me extremely happy you know what you are talking about and can debate politely yet happily about it. The internet has been so ‘ either agree with me 100% or you a bad person’ about this so it’s refreshing to see you are not like that.

I’ve done a lot of research into it from as many perspectives as I can get my hands on.

Some extremest Israelis are hurting Palestinians

Some extremest Palestinians are hurting Israelis

Both sides are throwing rockets at each other and it’s terrifying.

Both sides claim the other side is brainwashed

There is so much biased propaganda out there on both ends it’s hard to know what is truly happening.

I know people living in Israel who have sent me videos they’ve taken of rockets flying over there heads and I’m so scared for them. I’m so scared for all the innocent people caught in the crossfire on both sides.

Thank you for a more nuanced response and I’d love some of your sources,

A Very Stressed American Jew

Hi anon, 

I wasn’t going to respond to this until after my math final tomorrow but I’ve spent the past two days thinking of your ask and the things I wish to articulate in my answer. 

I am going to start here: how can you say you support Israel but say you are also pro-free Palestine (as in, you said you are not anti free Palestine). In my opinion, these two ideas cannot coexist. Simply because, the entire establishment of Israel has been on violent, racist, colonial grounds. 

(Super long post under here guys)

You said you don’t support all Israel’s actions, and definitely, just because you support something doesn’t mean you can’t criticize it. However, in my opinion, if you do not support Israel’s actions against Palestinians there’s not much left to support? I admit this is a very biased view as I am Palestinian, but many things that people support about Israel have existed before its creation: as in, these are things and qualities that have existed in Judaism and are not due to “Israeli culture.” There is no Israeli culture. There’s Jewish culture--100%. But there is no Israeli culture, because Israel does not only steal Palestinian land, but Palestinian culture, too. Such as claiming Levant food is Israeli; hummus, ful, falafel, shawarma. I mentioned food from this article I know is culturally and traditionally of the Levant, and has been for centuries, it is not something that has come to culinary creation in the past 73 years. 

I do not think this is a complicated issue. I said that in the previous ask and I’ll say that again. Saying it is a complicated issue is trivializing the deaths of innocent Palestinians, the violent dispossession our ancestors endured, and the apartheid they live under. I hope if anything comes from this discussion it is you removing the “it’s a complicated issue” phrase from your vernacular. 

This is not complicated. A journalist reporting the death of martyrs only to discover that of them include two of his brothers is not complicated. The asymmetry of Israel vs Palestinian armed forces is not complicated, nor is the asymmetry in Israeli vs Palestinian suffering (which I will get to later). It is not complicated.  Destroying the graves of martyred Palestinians (or just in general, the graves of the dead) is not complicated. Little children being pulled from the rubble, children being forced to comfort one another as they are covered in the ashes of their decimated homes, attacking unarmed citizens in peaceful demonstrations (you can find videos before this attack where they were playing with kites and balloons), destroying an international media office and refusing to allow journalists to retrieve the work they are spending every waking hour documenting but claiming it was because it was a hide out for a “Hamas base,” fathers who are trying to cheer their frightened children up only to end up dead the next day, while many Israeli have the privilege and the option to go to hotel-like bomb shelters is not complicated. 

This brings me to my next point: the suffering of Palestinians cannot be compared to the inconvenience of Israeli’s. On one side, you have children who are happy to have saved their fish in the face of their homes and lives being decimated behind them to Israeli’s in Tel Aviv having to cut their beach day short to get to bomb shelters. You have mothers and fathers ready to set their lives down for their children to save them from bombs to Israeli’s enjoying their brunch only after making sure there are bomb shelters there. You have Palestinian children being murdered to blocking out the sound of sirens in the safety of your bomb shelters. (The first picture of the Palestinian child is not from footage of the recent problems). You have the baby lone survivor of a whole family recovered from rubble. His whole family, gone, before he ever had the chance to realize that he even exists, while Israeli’s decide to flee out of the country,(Translate the caption from Twitter, it checks out), or have to leave the shower due to sirens. Who is really suffering? 

I won’t sit here and pretend like the thought of rockets flying over my head, no matter which side I am on, is not terrifying. It is. It’s scary to just think about. But Israeli’s have protection beyond Palestinian’s, they have sirens to warn them (Israel does not always warn Palestinian building members that it is about to be bombed), they have the Iron Dome, they have simply the threat of nuclear power (which I am not saying Israel would use, but the simple fact they have it would make me feel a lot better if I were an Israeli citizen) and they have bomb shelters. What do Palestinians have? Hamas? That smuggles its weapons through the ocean? That only ever reacts to the action Israel instigates? And yet Gazans are branded terrorists and that it is their fault that they “elected” a terrorist organization that only was ever created due to no protection from any armed country? (There are so many links I want to add in this paragraph but it is simply impossible for me to add everything I want, a lot of what I’m referring to can either be found through a Google search, or you can stalk my Twitter account, all that I am posting now is about Palestine, and will include sources of things I cannot add in just this one post.) 

Look, I see myself in the genocide happening in Palestine right now. I see myself in this ten year-old girl. In this three year old girl. I see me and my family in videos of cars being attacked in Ramallah and Sheikh Jarrah (I cannot find the Ramallah video, should be somewhere on my Twitter), I see my father in the countless videos of fathers crying out for their children, of kissing the corpse of their loved ones (again, translate the Tweet, the man holding the body is saying “just one kiss”). I see my grandfather in videos like this (old footage). I see my younger brother, I see my grandmother, my mother, my aunts and uncles and cousins. I see myself and my life and my family were my father not lucky enough to get a scholarship to the UK and out of Palestine, were my maternal grandfather not been lucky enough to make it to a refugee camp and build a life in Jordan. I have an unbelievable amount of privilege to be born into the life I was born in to, in terms of I do not have the threat of bombs and violent dispossession around me, and I do not even live in the US. I have privilege and sheer luck that my parents were able to go to the US so that me and my brothers can be born, because now I have both the protection of the most powerful country in the world while at the same time being part of a people to have suffered so generously the past seventy-three years. 

On the other hand, you saying that Israel has “defended themselves about as often as they’ve attacked. Israel is a small country comparatively to the ones surrounding it, so it makes sense it defends itself heavily in case of an attack,” I offer you this question: why are they using military grade guns and stun grenades in mosques to “defend” themselves from rocks? And before you mention that Hamas hit Tel Aviv, I remind you that Hamas did that due to the violence in the Al-Aqsa mosque square and the attempted ethnic cleansing in Sheikh Jarrah. The violence didn’t begin with us; the violence was brought out of Palestinians in resistance to the generations of oppression we have endured and the attack on Palestinian Muslims during the holiest night of Ramadan. Hamas has since asked for a ceasefire multiple times and Israel is refusing. New reports say there is a possibility of a ceasefire in the coming days, but Israel could have decided this a long time ago and spared many lives. (Remember, no matter what resistance we make, Israel is the one in power).

Israel has been the aggressor since 1948. Just read up about the Nakba! 700k Palestinian families were dispossessed violently. The only reason Israel was established at all was because it simply declared it was now a country and the US and many other countries recognized it as such. (Of course, there are many other historical details here, like the British Mandate of Palestine, the Balfour Declaration, the Oslo Accords and many others. I am aware of them but these are for a different post all together). My paternal grandfather was a little younger than me when Israel as a state was created. The hostility that followed was due to this independent declaration being listened to over Palestinian voices. 

Here is a very, very simplified analogy, one that can also answer some people’s questions as to why Palestinians (not Arabs, we are Palestinian before we are Arab) did not like what happened in 1948 and why they refused a two-state solution (that Israel was never going to go through with anyway). (I am also aware other Arab nations got involved, and that is perhaps what you mean when you said they had to defend themselves, but my response to that would still be we didn't start it, that we only responded to it).

Let’s say you are a farmer. You have many fields of trees, ones you have taken shelter under from the sun since you were a child, or hid behind when you wanted to avoid your parents when you misbehaved. You have seen your trees grow from a seed, to a sprout, to a flower, to a large, beautiful tree with fruits the size of a fist. You pluck the fruits from one tree, and make a jam from it. I don’t know how to make jam but I know it takes a lot of energy. So, you make this jam and from it, produce a lovely, mouth-watering pie. Once it has cooled from the oven, you take it with you outside your balcony just so that you can admire the years, months, weeks and hours this one pie has taken to be created. Suddenly, a stranger walks past and yells to you, “That pie looks delicious, I want it!” And you, shocked at their boldness but ready to share, say, “I will give you a bite.” But the stranger says, “No! I do not want a bite or a slice or whatever you want to offer me, I want the pie!” And they grab it from you. You and the stranger start screaming at one another about who the pie is for, who is allowed to decide what happens to it, and who you can share it with. Then, another stranger comes by and says, “Why all the problems? Let’s cut the pie in half and the both of you can share it!” But why should you, who has spent years cultivating the fruit and grain inside this pie, share it? Why should you give up half of the 100% that you already owned? Of what you already had? So you disagree, and now a crowd has formed around you. “What’s the problem?” someone in the crowd calls. “They don’t want to share their pie!” another voice says. Then you become branded a selfish, mean bastard. Again, this is a super simplified analogy, so don’t take it too seriously, but I am trying to show you why Israel is the aggressor.

In addition, I do not know too much about the Birthright program, just that American Jewish people are sent to Israel, all expenses paid. I tried my best to find the Twitter thread but I read it so long ago, about an American Jewish person who went on their trip and they talked about the propaganda that they were exposed to on that trip. I can’t say for sure that it is true, because I haven’t been on it and never will, but that is the first thing I thought of when you mentioned your Birthright trip. Either way, I think it is still great you went and saw the country. However, I must ask you this: are the people you met ones you, yourself, sought out, or ones you were organized to meet?

Now, I haven’t been to Gaza, so I don’t know what you really saw or didn’t, but did you speak to Palestinians who lost their homes to airstrikes? Did you speak to siblings, parents or children of loved ones who had been lost beneath the rubble of buildings and towers? Outside of Gaza, did you speak to Palestinians that live in poor quarters? Ones who have been victims of an IDF soldier shooting them, or who have family members who have died from such attacks? Did they take you guys to Ramallah, to Nablus, to Beit-Imreen, to Jenin, to small villages in the West Bank, far away from Jerusalem and Tel Aviv? Did you speak to people there? Ask them their stories? Because if you did I have a very hard time believing you still think Israel is “defending” itself.

I’ve been to Jerusalem, many times, even Tel Aviv and Jaffa and Haifa. All the times I visited Dome of the Rock there were IDF soldiers with huge guns strapped to their person, standing menacingly outside the courtyard. For what? Genuinely, genuinely for what? It is nothing but an intimidation tactic. The same way we are not allowed in through the airport. If you could see the struggle some Palestinians actually go through just to get into Palestine, through the land border, you would be disgusted. I love Palestine, it is my ancestry land, it is my culture and tradition. But I always hated going to visit because I knew the way to getting there would be hell.

My father worked in Tel Aviv through the first Intifada. My maternal grandfather was forced out of his home in the Nakba and was forced to leave behind his belongings and the orange trees that have been in his family for generations. Hell, the town they lived in was destroyed! It doesn’t exist anymore except in the memories of my aunts and uncles, who never even saw it, but just heard of it from their father!

I’m not saying there aren’t Palestinians who are racist and anti-Semitic (though, tbh, I will direct you here for that) and who support Hamas in killing Israeli’s, but talking about how there are many “extremist” Palestinians who are hurting Israeli’s and in the next line say there are extremist Israeli’s who are hurting Palestinians is not correct. There are extremist Israeli’s killing, lynching, stealing the houses of Palestinians, and there are Palestinians who are fed up and fighting back. (I am not talking about Hamas vs the IDF here, I am talking about the citizens). I have not seen one reported death of an Israeli due to Palestinian violence (if you have, from a trusted source, send it to me), but I have seen countless of the other way around. I have seen images of charred little bodies, of a baby being dug out of the rubble, of a child’s body that had been so mutilated that you can literally see the insides of their body coming out. (I don’t know if it’s on my Twitter, I didn’t want to save that shit). If this was my country I would be absolutely ashamed of myself and my people and what they are doing in the name of my protection. So you have to forgive me, and forgive other Palestinians, who don’t give a fuck about Israeli’s having anxiety over rockets flying over their heads when we see these images. Where is the protection of our kids? Why does no one seem to mention them except when mentioning the poor, innocent ones in Israel? At least more than the majority of them have their parents to comfort and rock them. At least many of them will probably be saved of ever having to be beneath the rubble of a destroyed building, or digging in it, to hope to find the parts of their parents or siblings just so that they can bury them. Just the links from the start of my answer is enough to support what I am saying.

I have soooo much more I can say, like how Israel uses religion to distort the image of what’s going on (tbh, just check my Twitter for that: language is EVERYTHING), but you didn’t mention religion in any of this and so I won’t either. The only reason I decided to respond to you in such length was because you have been one of the few respectful anons in my inbox in the past few years of me being on here talking about Israel, so I appreciate that from you. 

As promised, some more sources: decolonizepalestine is a good place to start if you haven’t used it already, it has reading materials, myth busting, and more. Here is a map list of destroyed localities from pre-1948 until 2017, run by two anti-Zionist Israelis. Here and here are the articles I promised of a former IDF soldier-turned Palestinian activist, I read these two last year in June and remember coming out much more informed than before I read them. I suggest looking into the writer and his organization, which, if I remember correctly, collects accounts from previous IDF soldiers. I would suggest not to follow Israel and the IDF accounts on any platform, or any Israel times newspaper, simply because they will not tell you the truth. In fairness, you do not have to follow any Palestinian Authority accounts (which I am not even sure there are), but to follow on-ground Palestinians like Mohammed El-Kurd, who has been speaking out since he was 12 (he is now 22) and he is part of the families in Sheikh Jarrah. I have noticed that this and this account have been translating Arabic headlines and tweets for non-Arabic speakers, I have just started following this person but their bio says they are a Palestinian Jewish person so I am interested in their view of things. You can also follow Israeli’s on-ground and see their perspective on things, but I would also advise to compare the Palestinian and Israeli side of things from the people, and critically analyze the language used in each case. Also, this article references Jewish scholars opposed to the occupation (I have not looked into them myself but I plan to after my exams), and Norman Finklestein is another great Jewish scholar to look into if you haven’t. Twitter is better than Instagram and Facebook, so I would stick to getting live-info from there, Twitter does not censor Palestinian content as much as Insta and Facebook so you’re more likely to see things there.

I will end this by saying I personally do not see any other option for peace than to give Palestinians our land back. Whether we may be Muslim, Jewish or Christian, it has always been and will always be our land. I only hope to see it free in my lifetime. 

Free Palestine. 

#palestine #israel #west bank #tala gets asks #anon #whew this ask took me like 2-3 hours to respond to #pls read it even if ure not the anon #lots of good links and info #palestine tag #anon there are more reading lists in my #to read #and palestine tag tags #check my likes on twitter too if u decide btw not just what i retweet #like also: imagine palestinians around palestine and the world who are simply waiting to hear if their relatives are dead or alive or #have been striked from a rocket. like i can see my father worried abt his friend in gaza rn like any day #now he can just never hear back from him and have to guess hes dead somewhere beneath the rubble #and israelis are anxious at the rocket sounds? good for them but again that shows the asymmetry in #palestinian vs israeli suffering #and by ‘good for them’ i mean good that thats what theyre worried abt compared to palestinians #my aunt is in sheikh jarrah #my cousin lives right by the al aqsa square #again theres so much more i couldve mentioned and talked abt but theres just so much #theres so many LAYERS i wld say but not that its complicated #and definitely theres more i need to learn and read and watch dont get me wrong! i am not a fountain of knowledge by all means!!!!

[brightbeautifulthings]

The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones

"If the only good Indian is a dead one, then she's going to be the worst Indian ever."

Year Read: 2022

Rating: 3/5

About: Ten years ago, Ricky, Lewis, Cassidy, and Gabriel did something horrific on forbidden land. More than any of them, Lewis regrets what happened that day, and that guilt sends him into a spiral of fear and paranoia that affects everyone he loves--and makes him doubt whether they're real or not. Cass and Gabriel are gearing up for a traditional sweat, but someone or something is hellbent on destroying them, and Gabriel's daughter, Denorah, is caught in the crossfire. Something in the woods has never forgotten what they did that day, and vengeance is coming for them. Spoilers are under the cut. Trigger warnings: character/animal/child death (graphic, on-page), gore, body horror, violence/violence against women, guns, racism, hate crimes, paranoia, guilt, grief.

Thoughts: This is a difficult book for me to review, since I almost gave up on it after the first section. I knew from My Heart is a Chainsaw that Jones's books are extremely dark, but I'm beginning to think his writing is overall too grim for regular consumption. There's a rash of gory, particularly gruesome deaths in the first half of this novel, and almost everything that dies is an animal or a woman who's basically an innocent bystander in this drama. I've been a vegetarian for over a decade, and I struggle a lot with animal death in horror (Midnight Mass was multiple times soul-crushing for me), so it was really hard for me to get through. If it's something that bothers you too, my advice is to not pick this one up. There are other Jones novels that don't feature it so heavily.

I wasn't expecting it to bounce back from that, so it surprised me how much I liked the second half. Maybe I was just better prepared by then, but it was like resigning myself to watching a multiple car pileup that no one was going to survive. I also enjoyed that, at that point, the villain is far less ambiguous. More on that after the spoilers. It was more interesting to watch them manipulate circumstances into the worst possible outcomes for these characters than to wonder whether any of it was even real. Jones sure does love his powerhouse final girls too, and Denorah's part of the novel was easily my favorite. Most tense game of basketball I've ever read. The ending is full of grit, blood, and tension, and it made me like the whole novel better. (But, no, the animal death does not let up at any point, so prepare yourself.)

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. TURN BACK BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.

Another reason this book is so difficult to review is that it's almost impossible to talk about the second half without spoiling anything. I enjoyed Elk Head Woman a lot more as a concrete villain than as a potential figment of Lewis's imagination. She's creepy af, and like all the best slashers, she doesn't have to run to catch her victims; it's just single-minded, unrelenting vengeance. It was grotesquely fascinating to watch her turn Cassidy and Gabriel on each other, and while I think the chase scene with Denorah goes on a little too long to maintain the tension it needs (and characters coming back from the dead not once but twice is... Sure, Jan), I really enjoyed the way it ended. Admittedly, I'm confused about whether Shaney was ever a real person or not though, so if anyone has theories on that, I'd love to hear them!

#book review #the only good indians #stephen graham jones #horror #horror fiction #3/5 #rating: 3/5 #2022

[tomurasprincess]

Corruption Zone (Dabi x Reader)

Summary: You and your little group of surviving heroes are trying to make the best out of survival in a decaying city, torn apart by Shigaraki and his League of Villains. You’ve weathered many storms and many hero hunting villains, but as it turns out, the worst is still to come.

Pairing: Dabi x Reader Rating: E+ Warnings: Apocalypse AU. Dubcon, coercion, blackmail, mind break, major character deaths (I mean, hello apocalypse AU), yandere. Word Count: 8k+ Note: My entry for the BNHarem Discord collab! The theme this time around was apocalypse AU, and I had a lot of fun world building. I feel like I pushed myself out of my comfort zone with this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! The full masterlist can be found here, so make sure you check out the fics from all of the talented writers!

You sigh heavily as you glance around an old abandoned warehouse where you and your party are hiding out like rats in filth. You've been working on making the place habitable for you and your group, cleaning out some of the trash, unpacking what little supplies you have, and shoring up the place's defenses. It's not particularly hard work, but it's time-consuming and has left you exhausted.

But when you hear one of the doors open, all your exhaustion leaves you as you turn quickly on your heel to see who the intruder is. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see Shouto enter, fresh off a supply run. Your relief quickly turns to concern as you see that he's bleeding, and you rush over to check on him.

The fact that both Shouto and Katsuki were injured on a supply run is terrifying to you. They are your two most skilled fighters, and the ones doing the heavy lifting when it comes to protection. You merely help out as you can, acting as leader and support of your little band of fugitives. 

"What happened," you ask as you begin to check out the wounds. You realize you graze a particularly sensitive spot as Shouto hisses out a curse under his breath.

"There were no supplies or food at our usual spots. Bakugou decided to go deeper into villain territory to try to find something."

"And you just decided to go along with it," your voice comes out sharper than you mean, your concern for both of them showing through your anger. "We've discussed this, villain territory is too dangerous to just waltz right into."

"You know how he gets," Shouto gives a deep sigh. "And he hates the fact the group is so hungry."

"I know it's been a while since we've had real food, but it's not going to do us any good if you get yourselves killed. "Unfortunately, this is a massive understatement. The fact of the matter is your group is starving, and if something were to happen to Shouto or Katsuki, your group was done for.

"You try telling him that. He thinks we should be taking the offensive against the villains instead of hiding, anyway." Shouto sounds worn down, exasperated by his fellow pro-hero's attitude.

You know how right Shouto is. Bakugou believes that your group will be wiped out, one person at a time, if you continue on your current course. If you don't stop trying to simply survive.

Secretly, in the deepest darkest part of your heart, you agree. You have been losing members of your party slowly but steadily, and every loss seems to ripple through the group like an open wound. Worse than the starvation, worse than the hiding, was the heartbreak of all the friends and family your group has lost. 

You hear the door slam open, and then closed as the explosive male himself storms into the room. He's also injured, but looks far better than Shouto does. "You're damned right, Icy-Hot. I'm sick of this hiding shit, we're not getting anywhere with it. We need to take the fight to them." 

"And how are we supposed to do that, Bakugou? We don't know enough about what happened that day to keep blindly running into villain territory. For all we know, Shigaraki could still be alive."

You know Bakugou has been railing against stealth, against the hiding ever since hero society broke down. But Shouto has a point, as much as it terrifies you to admit it. The notorious League of Villains leader is MIA as far as you're all concerned, and you have no idea if he still lives or was killed in the spread of decay that happened on that horrible day several months ago.

"Tch, he could also be dead," Bakugou scoffs. "With all communications gone, the only way to find out for sure is to go into the Corruption Zone."

The Corruption Zone was the epicenter of it all, the place where this whole thing was believed to have started. The only reliable information anyone could get was that a catastrophic event spread across the city center like a creeping rot. There was no telling how many innocent people were caught in the crossfire, no reliable death toll. 

"Yeah? You know that we have no information to go by. We'd be rushing in blindly." Shouto snapped back. You place your hand on your forehead, feeling a headache coming on with the argument you know is about to happen.

"We have reports from heroes coming out of that area," Bakugou pointed out. 

"The reports are unreliable and conflicting. Until we know more, we should be cautious." 

"The fuck is the use in being cautious? If we don't have good information, then we should get it on our own!" Bakugou storms towards Todoroki, and you begin to make a move to step in between them. But you're saved from having to break up a fight when Bakugou abruptly turns and storms to the door leading outside the building.

"I'm doing a perimeter search. There might be villains around."Todoroki glances at you before falling into step with him as he moves to follow. Despite their differences, the two work well together, and you have been with them for several months now. You had met up with them as you were fleeing the destruction on the west side of the city, being one of the few heroes to make it out. Some might call you lucky for surviving and meeting up with them. You call yourself cursed. 

You make a move to go with them before Bakugou gives you a death glare over his shoulder. "I sure as hell don't need you to come with me, so stay here," the words coming out in a growl. His words sound gruff, but they come from a place of fear. Fear that something will happen to you and the rest of the group. "Icy-Hot, let's go." 

"We'll be right back, I promise," Shouto reassures you with a small smile after he sees your look of worry, and you nod your head at both of them. You trust both of these men with your lives. If they say they're coming back, then they will be.

While they're busy outside, you're about to do your own quick search of the warehouse when you hear a voice rise up from behind you. "Well well well, what do we have here, fellas?" You turn around to see three men blocking your exit. They were all dressed in black, with black combat boots and so many weapons strapped to their bodies that you could barely count them all. "Such a pretty little whore, running around all by herself." He glances at the other two men before smirking. "You a hero, little thing? You don't look like one."

Ah, low-level villains, obviously. Annoying, but not truly a threat to you. Your quirk isn't exactly the best for combat, being a supportive and not an offensive quirk, but you have a group backing you up and you're no pushover. You simply need to stall for a bit of time before the rest meet up with you.

"Would be a shame to leave her on the streets like this, don't you agree," the shorter of the men chuckles. "I don't think this one looks cut out to be a hero, do you?" The third simply nods his head at the question directed at him, his expression barely changing. He appears to be the follower of the group, content to simply await his next command.

Encounters like these aren't so uncommon. Some villains have moved on, content to rule their little territories in whatever way they liked. But others still have a grudge against heroes, choosing to continue to satiate their bloodlust by hunting them down and making examples of them. 

These were obviously the second type, and that usually meant they had more rage than common sense. The type to hunt down heroes were never usually the brightest of the bunch, and were equally as prone to dying by the hands of other villains than they were of actually killing anyone. They have no ideology, nothing keeping them going but their pure rage. 

What seems to be the leader of this ragtag group makes his first move, lunging out at you with surprising quickness for a man as large as he is. But you're quicker, and you launch yourself easily out of the way and use his momentum to throw him off balance and down to the ground. The shorter one lets out a disgruntled noise before making a go at you himself. This one is quite a bit faster, and you're not able to dodge in time before he's on you. You do a sharp twist before bringing your heavy steel-toed boots down towards his ankle. You connect and hear a cracking noise as he begins to howl and attempts to limp away from you.

You glance over at the remaining one, confident that he won't make a move on you after his partners humiliated themselves so badly. And you're proven to be right as he gives you a quick, respectful nod before turning and fleeing. He barely makes it two steps before ice covers his feet and crawls slowly up his legs. You grin as you see Todoroki, but your grin falls as you see his look of cold fury at anybody daring to attack you.You're pulled away from Todoroki by the sound of cursing and explosions as a loud, angry male comes flying down from a nearby ceiling. You can't help but roll your eyes at his sense of overdramatics before you notice the leader of the group out of the corner of your eye. You're going to be too late to dodge, you think with quiet fear, as you see him running towards you with a knife in hand. But Bakugou has already noticed, activating a burst of explosion from his hands to launch himself at the villain and throwing his arm out to block.

You see the skin on his arm split as blood gushes from the wound, but it doesn't even phase him as he throws a hard punch to the leader's head. There is a sickening crack as he connects, and the villain falls to the group unconscious. 

You give the man an unimpressed stare. "Do you always have to be so damned loud, Bakugou?""Tch, fine then, don't thank me for saving your ass." He scoffs at you with no real venom in his voice. "And next time, I won't."

"You shouldn't have done that, you know," you give a long-suffering sigh as you grab what little medical supplies remain. You take out the gauze, disinfecting the wound before starting to wrap it up in bandages. "I had that covered just fine without you." 

He gives you a snarl before pulling his arm roughly away from you. He's anything but dumb, and he knows how much of a lie your comment is. He knows how much of a skill gap you have between the two of you, even without taking his arrogance into consideration. "Yeah? Should I have let you die?"

"No, that's not what I -"

"Because that's what would have happened," he glares at you. "You're support, not offense. You need people to shield you, and he was closing in. Bastard had you, and we both know it. And I can't - we can't afford to lose any more people."

"I know that you feel responsible, that you weren't strong enough, but none of the losses were your fault -"

"Tch, whatever, I have shit to do," he scoffs as he quickly stands up to walk away. To avoid the conversation that he didn't want to hear. "I wish that he wouldn't blame himself so much." You glance over at Shouto, standing there with a stoic look on his face. "He has done everything in his power to protect this little family of ours, same as you. Beaten himself up over every loss we've had."

"You know how he is. Thinks if he were better, stronger, than we wouldn't have lost anybody at all." 

Tears sting your eyes at the thought of everything and everyone that you've lost up until this point, all the friends you've watched die. But you are still carrying on, still surviving. Your group has united together, your places and your roles all sorted and running smoothly. 

But things have changed recently, a strange atmosphere seeming to fill the air. Nothing that could be described precisely, but something the entire group felt. As if the world was holding its breath, waiting for some event that would yet again change the course of this world. Something was coming, something big. And you have no idea what it was or what to expect. 

But you are all still heroes even in these circumstances, and you have long ago learned to trust your instincts. So you began to move more frequently, find better hiding places. You don't stay in any one place for long, because staying still means villains being able to hunt you down. Staying still meant death.

You're pulled from your thoughts by the sound of someone rustling through their bag. As you glance up, you see one of your group pulling out a rope to tie up the villains. She notices you looking and smiles. "I don't think these two will be any sort of threat anymore." You mentally curse yourself for getting distracted enough to forget you still had villains in the area, even if they are unconscious. 

You glance at Shouto, the more level headed of your group, and he gives a quick nod. "I agree, I think they are too much of a coward to come after us again." You give a nod as you quickly move to help the woman tie them up, trusting his expertise on these things. 

You all know that this could either be a cruel or a merciful action. If other villains, even a few other heroes find these men, they could be killed outright. But if they can escape, then they earn their freedom, provided they don't come back after your group to take revenge. Villain or not, you feel the weight of this, having to make these decisions to protect your group.

Shouto sees the look on your face, and knowing your thoughts, walks over to put a hand gently on your shoulder. "It's getting dark soon, and we need to bunker down. We all know how dangerous it gets when it's dark." He gives you a meaningful look, but doesn't point out the painful truth. Doesn't mention the night a month ago when your group lost several members due to being caught after dark. That incident is what led to a group decision never to let that happen again. It was simply not worth the risk, even with your group at full power. And lately, none of you can claim full power. 

"Everything is clear, right?" You ask both men. At their nod, you move to leave the area. 

"Where the fuck are you going?" Bakugou snarls at you as he makes his way to stop you.

"There are a few people still outside," you explain as patiently as you can. "I'm just going to grab them really quickly. It will be fine." You wait to see if Shouto will agree, being the more relaxed of the two. He's not any less protective than Bakugou, but he is usually the more reasonable of the two.

He gives a quick nod at you. "Just make it quick. We'll go the other direction and grab the rest. I'm not sure what's taking them so long."

You turn on your heel quickly as you make your way out of the building, hurrying before either one of them can change their mind. You know they're concerned about you, but you've taken on the role as leader within your group. It's your responsibility just as much as theirs to keep everyone safe.

But as you make your way to the area where everyone was gathered earlier, you hear nothing. No chatting and laughing as they keep themselves entertained like they were earlier. Pure ice seeps through your veins as you run the rest of the distance. But you stop cold at what you see there. 

Blood. Blood on the ground, blood on the chairs, blood splattered everywhere. There are no bodies anywhere that you see, only the blood. "No no no," you whisper to yourself in horror. "Please, this can't be happening. Please don't let us lose anyone else."

But before you can decide what to do, you hear the sounds of battle and the crackling of distant fire. Shouto and Bakugou, you think with alarm, they must have gotten into some danger back at the warehouse. But as you run in that direction, you see something alarming.

The crackling you heard are flames, bright, dazzling blue flames. The scent of smoke is heavy in the air, fog covering everything as you stop to stare at the devastation. The warehouse that was to be your hideout has gone up like kindling, fully engulfed by the strange blue flames. A distant memory hits you, something you read during a news article about a villain with a flame quirk that was described similarly. But those thoughts all fly from your head as you see something that makes you stop in your tracks.

A still smoldering dead body was lying on its side away from you. Please please please, you send up a silent prayer, please don't be any of my group. But your hopes are dashed as you run over. The outfit looks familiar, jeans and a pink shirt with sneakers and a backpack lying behind her. You know this woman, have known her since the beginning. She was kind, gentle, and like you, she was not a front line fighter. For her to be dead, the enemies had to have cut a swathe through your defenses. Had to have gotten through Bakugou and Shouto.

You stand up quickly as you scan the area looking for enemies. As much as you'd like to cover her up, mourn her, you know that this is not the time for that. You have to protect the rest of the group from meeting the same fate. After their safety is secured, you can either count your losses and grieve, or you will no longer be around to care.

You creep slowly into the warehouse, trying not to jump at every shadow you see. You see no villains, but you do see more bodies—all from your group, all smoldering with that same blue flame. The smoke begins to fill the room, causing your eyes to burn and a coughing fit to start. 

Before you can try to leave to get some fresh air, you hear dark laughter from behind you, and a wave of heat rush towards you. You throw your body to the side as you roll to prevent any injury from slamming into the concrete ground. As you whirl around to face your attacker, you are shocked by what you see.

It's a tall, lanky man dressed in black leather pants, a white shirt stretched tight against his chest and a black leather jacket over the shirt. Most distinctive, however, were the noticeable burn scars covering most of the exposed skin you see. His face, arms, and hands are all littered with them, with staples buried in the skin as if to hold it in place. You unintentionally meet his eyes, and you see they are the same shocking blue of his flames, staring directly into you as if trying to analyze and exploit every weakness you have. And his cocky smirk says he has the confidence to do just that. 

This isn't one of those aimless villains you've encountered before. No, this is a hero hunter with a purpose. With an ideal. One that genuinely believes in the deaths of all heroes, who will stop at nothing to end his target. You instantly know that this one would fight to the death for his ideals, and in this tragic landscape of a former city, that was exactly what had to happen to make him stop. You are hopelessly outmatched. He knows it too, by the way he carries himself so casually, by the way he looks at you like you are nothing but an obstacle in his way.

"I don't know what you want, but you need to leave." You back slowly away with your hands up as you try to convince him you're not a threat. "The rest of my group will be here any minute now." It's a bluff, a large one at that. You don't know how many of your group are left alive or where Katsuki and Shouto are. But it's the only option you have. There is no way you can fight a villain of this caliber on your own, not with your pure support quirk.

"Aww, princess, you're a terrible liar." He tsks at you as he begins to saunter towards you. You back away a few more steps as you make your way to a back exit. You remember where it is even without having to look, having memorized the warehouse hours before you even decided to stay here.

The villain's smirk widens when he sees your body tense, and flames rise to his palm as he lifts his arm. This is it, you're dead, he's far too close for you to dodge the flames that are about to come for you.

But instead, he sends the fire towards something behind you and your blood freezes in your veins as you hear a blood-curdling scream behind you. You whirl around and see another member of your party on fire, but before you can run to him a wall of fire surrounds you, trapping you in with the villain. 

You turn to stare at him in horror, unable to comprehend what is happening. Unable to understand that you just watched someone else you care for die a brutal death.

"Speechless, sweetheart? I know I have that effect on people." 

There is no way out, flames surrounding you on all sides except for where the villain is standing. As you study him one more time, you realize you've heard of someone matching his description before. You sort through all the information you have of known hero hunters, trying to match his flashy appearance with a name. But when your shocked brain supplies it, you almost wish you didn't know.

"I know who you are," you try to sound confident, but your voice lacks power and comes out timid. "You're the League of Villains member, Dabi. The one who attacked the training camp at UA. Known for arsons and murders across the city even before this began." 

This man is one of the League's most elite members, and happily took to the task of hunting down remaining heroes after the catastrophe began. He is well out of your skill range, and even with Katsuki and Shouto, this would be a difficult battle. With you alone, you stand no chance.

"Oh? So nice to be recognized," he grins at you. "I keep killing the stupid ones who don't know me. A little disheartening, I must admit." 

"Where is the rest of my group? Are they - "You can't bring yourself to finish your sentence, to ask the burning question of how many of your friends are still alive.

"Hmm, and what would you say if I told you they're not all dead?" He cocks his head to the side as he stares at you.

"I'd say you're probably lying, or they'll all be dead soon." "

Wrong on the first count, right on the second. Unless…" he drags out the last word, watching your expression as it turns to cautious hope. 

"Unless what?" The words stumble out too quickly, making you seem too eager, and his expression sharpens with amusement to see it.

"Unless you do a little favor for me, doll." A sense of dread crawls up your spine at the thought of doing a favor for the villain standing in front of you, but you feel like you have no other option but to hear him out. At worst, it's something you won't do and you'll die here and there with the rest of your group. At best, it's something you can tolerate and you all live to see another day.

“What's the favor? I'm not saying I'll do it, but I'll hear you out."

"Don't really have much of a choice there, do you?" He rolls his eyes as he waves his hands around to indicate the fire spreading across everything. 

"Just get the fuck on with it," you hiss at him, not wanting to play this little game with him anymore. "Tell me what you want."

His smirk turns dark as he gives you a long, lingering glance up your body. "What I want is you, doll."

Your eyes widen at his words, and you try to think of something, anything else that he could possibly mean by such a statement. But you know deep down exactly what this man wants from you. "I - I don't, I mean…"

"You're acting like a blushing virgin, doll." But he looks surprised when you do blush, eyes shifting away to look at anything but the man standing before you.

He throws his head back and lets out a deep laugh. "You really are a virgin. Fuck, I lucked out finding you, didn't I?"

You want to back away, run, and get out of this situation, but the fire behind you prevents you. So you're forced to simply watch as he begins to approach you, coming to stand far too close for your comfort. He reaches out a burnt hand to cup your chin as he forces you to look up into his eyes. They are even more of a brilliant blue this close, and you can't stop yourself from staring into them.

"What will you do if I say no," your fear preventing you from raising your voice above a whisper. "Then your group dies, simple as that." A casual statement, as if it means nothing for him to wipe out an entire group of innocent people. You begin to tremble at what you know you're about to do. You don't want this, not at all. But you want your group to die even less. What is a little indignity if it secures their safety?

You give a quick nod, not wanting to say the words that mean you agree to this.

His hand goes to your neck as he squeezes, putting enough pressure into the movement that your breath is forced out of you. "Use your words, doll."

Not surprising that he'll be cruel about this, making you utter the words that agree to this proposition despite the fact that you have no real choice in the matter. "I agree."

His grip tightens on your neck again, even harder this time as he doesn't immediately let go. He waits until you reach a hand out to grab his arm, trying to pull it off you before he finally lets go. 

You take a quick gulp of air before talking. "Fine, I'm yours, is that what you want to hear?" You snap the words out at him, fear making you bolder than you should be.

Your question is answered as his hand comes to tangle into your hair, lips crashing into yours as he pulls you roughly into him. He forces his tongue into your mouth as he dominates the kiss, teeth nibbling at your lip as he massages your tongue with his own. It's a sloppy, heated kiss that has drool dripping down your chin when he pulls away, lips already looking red and swollen from his biting.

"God, I am going to enjoy ruining you, doll," he growls into your ear. 

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer into his body, hand going under your shirt to rub up your back. His hand is almost hot enough to burn, and you try to wiggle away only for him to clamp down harder. He drags you over to a clean area of ground as he shoves you down onto the hard cement, settling in between your thighs.

"You - you want to do this here?" You manage to choke out in shock.

He grinds himself against your core as he laughs. "And why not? Good a place as any." He runs his hands along your sides as he pushes your shirt up, leaning down to kiss the skin around your stomach.

"But - the fire, and what if any of my group comes in -"

His hand glows blue for a split second as he grabs your shirt, burning it off of you and throwing it to the side. "Then I guess they get to see you fucked like the whore you are." He pulls you up enough to place heated kisses along the column of your neck, sucking dark marks into the skin as he continues to grind against your core. 

You pant a bit, feeling like you're burning up yourself as sweat rolls down your body from the heat of the fire and the heat of him. He traces a finger along your bra, a plain white number that you found when you were desperate for new clothes. "Nice bra," he snickers as he unhooks it with one hand, throwing it aside just as casually before taking a breast into his hand. "I should find you something prettier than that." 

He kneads the soft flesh of your breast and tweaks the nipple with his other hand, taking it into his mouth. He sucks just the side of too hard, and you squirm at the slight stab of pain as he grazes it deliberately with his teeth.

"Would you just get on with it already," you snapped, wanting this experience to be over with as quickly as possible so you can move on.

"You agreed, doll," he smirks, "and that means I'm going to take my time with you."

He reaches down to unzip your pants, tugging on them as he looks at you. "Unless you want me to burn these off of you, I'd suggest taking them off."

You quickly raise your hips and wiggle them down a bit, not wanting him to use his fire so close to your skin. It's a bit hard to pull them off, the heat of the room causing you to sweat. Eventually, Dabi gets impatient at your progress and rips them off with one quick movement.

He spreads your legs quickly with one hand as he runs a finger up your clothed sex. You quickly look away from what he's doing, only to feel his palm on your legs get hotter. You snap your eyes back at him as he stares at you with a menacing look.

"Don't you dare look away, doll," he growls, "I want you to watch as I eat this pretty pussy." 

His vulgar words cause a jolt of arousal within you, and you timidly look into his eyes as he pulls your panties to the side. He rubs two fingers up your folds, causing you to let out a small gasp.

"Mmm, doll, you're already so fucking wet for me." Dabi groans as he licks his fingers. "You DO want this, you little hero slut."

"N-n-no, I don't, I really -" But the rest of your sentence is cut off as he dives down in between your legs, licking along your folds as his nose prods against your clit. 

"Oh shit, please stop," you moan as you throw your head backward, trying to ignore how good it feels. But the feeling only gets more intense as he spreads you apart enough to take your throbbing clit into his mouth. You let out a surprised shout, the pleasure of it taking you by surprise as you feel yourself getting wet.

Dabi doesn't mind as he licks up your juices before lashing his tongue against your pearl, slipping a finger into your tight heat at the same time.

"Oh fuck doll, god you're so tight." He works his finger inside of you as he tries to loosen you up, sucking at your clit the entire time and making you feel dizzy with pleasure. You can't stop your panting, hips bucking almost against your will as you try to seek the feeling you sense building up inside you.

"I bet you've never had someone do this to you, huh?" He slips another finger inside of you, this one going in easily because of how wet you're becoming. You whine at the feeling of his fingers scissoring inside you, opening you up so that he can slip a third finger inside. This time, the feeling stings as he forces his finger past the tight ring of muscles at your entrance. You can't stop yourself from clamping down on his fingers, trying to push them out.

He pumps three fingers inside of you as he takes your clit back into his mouth, curling his fingers inside of you until he finds that sensitive spot that has you writhing against him. He slams into that spot over and over again as you feel waves of pleasure building. You don't want to cum, you really don't. Not for this man who is forcing you into this. But you don't seem to have a choice in the matter.

"Fuck, I know you're close doll," he lifts up just enough to whisper, the vibration of his words only causing more pleasure against your throbbing clit. "Don't fight it, just cum for me." His fingers increase their pace even more, pounding his fingers inside of you against that spot that has you seeing stars. "I want you to cum all over my tongue."

Your legs are shaking from trying to hold off against the pleasure, but as he grazes his teeth lightly across your throbbing clit, you squeal as you finally reach your end. Your walls flutter around him as you feel liquid gush out of your cunt. Dabi happily laps it all up like a starved man as he lengthens your orgasm, refusing to stop his fingers from moving inside of you. 

When he pulls away, you feel ashamed to see that his mouth is coated with your juices. "Taste yourself, doll, don't you taste delicious?" He chuckles as you try to get away, simply forcing his tongue into your mouth. 

He lifts up to undress himself, pulling his jacket and shirt off and revealing a scarred but toned chest. His pants are next to go as he unzips and pulls them off quickly, revealing his lack of underwear when his cock is pulled free from his pants. He is an average length, but girthy with a bead of precum already leaking from the tip. Even more concerning for you are the metal studs that run down his length and a Prince Albert piercing at the head of his cock.

You shiver in fear at the thought of those piercings rubbing against your insides, but it also sends a bolt of arousal straight to your pussy. You quickly glance away, not wanting to look any longer. But Dabi doesn't appreciate you looking away from him. He reaches out to grab your chin, digging his fingers in as he turns your face to his. "You like what you see doll," he whispers, reaching down to pump his cock a few times with a closed fist. "Because this is about to be inside that wet cunt of yours."

You blush furiously at the vulgarity of his words, but you don't dare to look away from him. "You can stop here," you plead in a quiet voice, "you don't have to continue." 

"Mmmm, but I want to continue." He grabs your legs as he drags you closer to him, pulling a gasp from your throat as your back is scraped across the cement. He settles himself firmly in between your legs as you feel something prodding at your entrance. "You have no idea how much I want this, doll. Ruining a little hero like you is a chance I can't pass up." He drags his length down your folds as he gathers up your juices to lubricate himself, and the feeling of one of his piercings rubbing against your sensitive clit has you letting out a small moan.

"See, doll?" He grins darkly as he spreads you open with one hand and begins to push in slowly. "Don't try to deny it, you want this. Ahh fuck," he hisses at the feeling of his cockhead breaching your entrance, "god, you're so damned tight."

You let out a whine as you feel him slide in, little by little, into your throbbing cunt. It hurts a bit more than you expected, and you throw your hands up to his chest to try and slow him down. But he simply laughs as he makes a small but hard movement to thrust himself even further into you. You let out a little whimper, head lolling to the side as you try to ignore the pain.

He finally bottoms out inside you before stilling for a second, his legs shaking with the need to be moving inside of you already. You're surprised that he paused at all to let you get used to his size. But your gratefulness vanishes quickly as you feel him grab your hips, shifting into a position that allows him to enter you even deeper. You squirm in pain as you feel him press right against your cervix.

"Am I too rough, little hero?" He mocks as he begins to thrust into you, tearing a small scream from you at the pace that is too quick to be entirely comfortable. "I want this tight little cunt of yours to be sore for days once I'm done with you." His hand runs up and down your body as he fucks you, feeling so hot that you feel like you're on fire. Your skin is drenched with sweat at the heat of his body and the fire still blazing around you. Even the cock pounding away at your throbbing cunt feels too hot. But the piercings dragging against your inner walls are cold, and the contrast in temperature has you moaning unintentionally, feeling pleasure despite yourself.

"That's a good little hero, moan for me." He reaches down to tweak your aching clit between his fingers as he pulls you up just enough to plant open mouthed kisses down your neck and chest. "I want you to cum around my cock, doll, think you can do that for me?" 

"N-n-no," you choke back another moan, "I'm not gonna cum for you, you bastard." But you feel the telltale tightening of your lower abdomen, feel the throbbing of your clit like a heartbeat at the need for orgasm. 

"Is that so?" His smirk turns vicious. "Guess I'll just have to try harder then, won't I?" You scream as his hand between your bodies gets hotter, two fingers rubbing tight circles around your clit. He begins to change the angle that he's thrusting, watching your reaction closely as he seeks that sensitive spot inside you. He chuckles darkly when he finds it, pulling a loud squeal from your throat as he begins to aim for it mercilessly.

The slap of skin against skin becomes louder, balls smacking against your ass as his fingers rub against your clit even faster. Your cunt clenches down around his cock, and you let out a choked sob as his piercings grind even harder against your inner walls, catching on that sensitive patch inside you. 

"Please, fuck," you plead with the villain, not knowing if you're begging him to stop or never to stop. "Please, I need -"

"I know what you need, doll," he hisses out a curse as your pussy contracts around his cock again, lewd wet noises filling the room. "You need to cum, don't you, babygirl?"

When you don't respond, his fingers lashing against your clit suddenly come to a complete stop. "Tell me, is that what you want," he snarls into your ear before trailing lower to sink teeth into your neck.

“God, please yes, I need to cum" you sob out, wrapping your arms around the villain pounding you into submission as you trail your nails down his back. "Dabi, please -'

His fingers instantly go back to your clit, grinding hard against the sensitive bead as he continues to suck bruises into your neck. "Then cum for me, doll, cum all over this cock."

As if on command, you're thrown over the edge, screaming out your orgasm as your cunt flutters around his cock. He doesn't slow down, continuing to move his hips as he fucks you through your orgasm. Tears are running down your face from the overstimulation, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. 

"Too much," you gasp out as you try to catch your breath, "it's too much."

"Aww, doll, would you be that cruel," he tries to taunt you before cutting his sentence off with a choked curse. Fuck, your cunt is squeezing me so hard, fucking shit."

He no longer cares about your pleasure, wrapping your legs around his waist, thrusts going erratic as he seeks his end. You're so oversensitive that you feel another orgasm building up directly after your last one, and you wail as you feel liquid splash out of you and onto Dabi's chest.

"Fuck yes, good girl," he grunts, "squirt all over my cock as I fill you up."Your eyes widen in shock and alarm as you furiously shake your head. "No, shit Dabi please not inside, I'm not - "

But it's too late, the look on Dabi's face turning into an evil smirk as he locks his hips in place. He lets out a deep groan as you feel thick ropes of cum coat your inner walls, almost burning you with how hot it is. It seems to take forever until he stops cumming inside of you, and tears run down your face as what just happened comes crashing over you.

He pulls out of you with a sigh, sitting up as he looks down at you. "You make such a pretty sight, all fucked out and dripping my cum like a little slut."

You shiver at his words, looking away so he doesn't see how his words send a thrill through your still tired body. You sit up slowly, wincing as you feel how sore you are between your legs. "That's it then, I'm free to go and my group is safe, right?"

He doesn't answer immediately, choosing to dress as slowly as possible with a look on his face that says he's considering the question. "Hmm, I don't recall saying you're free to go."

Your veins turn to ice as you stare at him in confusion, desperately hoping you're misunderstanding. But a deep, dark part of you tells you this is no joke, no misunderstanding. Tells you that you were stupid to trust a villain. "But that was the deal, that my group would be safe and we'd all be free to go."

"Ehh, I changed my mind." You're rendered speechless at the casual tone to his voice, as if he were telling you what the weather was.

"You - what the fuck do you mean, you changed your mind?" Your rage is blinding, leaving your vision to turn red and fury to boil the blood in your veins. You leap up, ignoring all the aches and pains of your body as you rush at Dabi. "Do you mean you're going to kill them?"

He seems unphased by your outburst, merely choosing to laugh at you. "I mean, dear old Shouto is probably already dead."

Your hand flies up to your mouth to stop the scream bubbling up in your throat. "You're lying," your voice comes out barely above a whisper. You shake your head repeatedly, backing up away from Dabi as if to ward off his next words.

"Go see for yourself then." He barely finishes pointing towards one of the exits to the warehouse before you're off, door slamming behind you as you hope and pray that he's lying, that it isn't true. 

But it is now fully dark outside, and you're unable to see where you're going. You're in too much of a blind panic to care though, continuing in the direction you think you may find something and not caring about the dangers. You come to an abrupt halt as one foot slips out from under you, causing you to land roughly on your butt. 

Your hand lands in something sticky, and you raise it to your face as you try to determine what it is. It's so dark in this area with the power cut off that you can't make out anything besides a mysterious substance. But then a blue flame catches a nearby trash pile on fire, and the blazing light from the flames illuminates the area.

As you slowly look at your hand again, you don't want to acknowledge what's there. Your brain tries to stop you from processing the truth, but it happens anyway. With sharp clarity, you recognize that your hands are covered with blood. That's when the smell comes in, the entire area reeking of iron and smoke. 

But the thing that catches your mind the most, that makes you want to scream and never stop screaming, is the body that you see at your feet. Shouto Todoroki, the man you saw just hours earlier, full of life and willing to risk everything to protect you and your group. The man who now lays lifeless at your feet, sightless eyes staring into the sky at nothing. His complexion already looks ashen, and you reach out gingerly to touch him only to realize that he's still warm. This must have been recent, you think.

"Wondering how long he's been dead, doll?" You were so absorbed in staring at Shouto that you didn't even hear Dabi approach. 

You slowly nod your head, not able to trust your voice.

"Oh, he was hanging on to life when I found you earlier, doll," Dabi's smile widens into a truly devastating smirk."No no no no no, that can't be the case, it's not true, you're lying, you have to be -" You can't stop the words from tumbling one after the over. You want this all to be a horrific nightmare, but you know this is reality. And you know deep down that Dabi isn't lying this time.

You glance down at the body - no, Shouto, not the body, never the body - and you notice there is wetness on his face. You wonder when it started raining, until you see another droplet hit Shouto's face. You reach your hand numbly up to your face to realize that you're crying, not even realizing when you started. 

You feel nausea churning up in your stomach, and you barely stop yourself from throwing up. Hot shame courses through your veins at the thought that while he was dying, hoping for help, you were in there - 

Dabi appears in your field of vision as he kneels beside you to peer at your face. "Ohh, that look on your face. Guess you realized the truth, huh? That you were getting off around my cock while my poor, sad little brother was out here dying."

"Brother?!" You're surprised you're able to say anything at all, but the word spills out before you can even stop it."Yeah, brother," he scoffs with disdain. "I was the black sheep of the Todoroki family, the one that got discarded. Always said I'd get my revenge, but I never thought it would be so satisfying."

You know some of the missing persons cases, having researched some of them yourself while you were a student. So you're able to supply the true name of the man in front of you with relative ease. "Touya, you're Touya Todoroki, aren't you?"

"I'm not that man anymore." The villain looks surprised at you knowing that name, although you can't tell if he's impressed or angry. "Just call me Dabi, dollface."

"If all you wanted was revenge, then why your brother? He suffered too," you fail to choke back a sob. The pain of knowing that someone went through so much only to end up like this pushes you into more despair than you thought possible.

Dabi simply shrugs his shoulders. "I already killed dear old dad when this began. It wasn't enough."

This is news to you. Although you never personally cared for Endeavor, the fact of the matter is that he was the number two, and then the number one hero. His loss would be a massive blow to whatever surviving hero community was left. "What about the others then? The other heroes, what happened to them?"

"Your little group really was ignorant, weren't you? Don't you know the truth? You have to suspect it, at least."

You lose your patience and snap at him. "How the fuck would I know what happened to the hero community? I wasn't there!"

"Well then, I'll let you in on a little secret, doll." He leans in towards you as if whispering a juicy secret. "There IS no hero community left. That damned hand freak won."

Pure chaos swirls through your brain. All along, your little group hoped to one day reclaim the city. Reclaim hero society, build it back up to be even better. But maybe it still wasn't all for nothing, perhaps if a hero had taken Shigaraki out, things could still be okay. 

You stare closely at his face as you ask the next question. "And Shigaraki?" 

"If you're asking how he's doing, then I can tell you he's doing just fine. Alive and well in his little den of filth within the city." He cracks up, laughing at the look on your face. 

Everything was hopeless. Everything and everyone you loved, dead and gone. The villains won, Shigarkai was alive, and Shouto was lying dead at your feet. Bakugou was probably dead as well, and you can't muster up the courage to ask the truth. 

You cover your ears with your hands as you rock back and forth, trying to ward off all of the information coming at you. But Dabi takes your hands into his as he pulls you into his lap. "Shh, shhh," he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "You still have me, now don't you doll?"

You whimper as you curl your face into his chest, trembling with unshed tears that no longer want to come. "Yes, I do." As sick and fucked up as it is, it's not a lie. He truly is all you have left.

"And you want to stay with me, don't you?" He whispers his poisonous words directly into your ear, all the while rubbing comforting circles along your back as he holds you like a child.

"I do want to stay with you, Dabi." Another horrifying truth. 

"Such a good girl." He kisses along your face and forehead, cooing at you in such a mocking way that it makes you feel sick to your stomach. "My good little girl, aren't you?"

You give an empty nod at his words. This is fine, you think. You'll be fine. It's better than wandering the wastelands alone, better to have someone to talk to. No matter what he wants you to do, no matter what you end up becoming at his side. It's still better than being alone. And as one last tear falls down your face, you cuddle up into his arms, close your eyes and pretend you believe it.

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DATING EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴  Kim Jongin

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jongin was a huge fan of affection, he would love to cling to you and have a hold on you as often as possible. His nickname of bear was definitely reflected in his affection, he’d love to bear hug you and wrap you up tightly.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He didn’t quite know how to react when he first met you, he knew he liked you, but he wasn’t really sure what to do. He’d turn to a few of his elder members for support in what to do to try and impress you. Whenever he spoke to you, he always got incredibly nervous, and he knew there was only one explanation to his feelings.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Jongin confessed to you one night after inviting you to dinner. He was incredibly shy, with an innocent smile on his face all night long, building up the courage to tell you how he felt. Once he did, he couldn’t help but let go of a sigh of relief and take a huge sip from his drink. A part of him wanted to run away, but when you decided to tell him how you felt too, he was pretty relieved that he made the decision to stay and listen to every word you said.

D ⇴ DATES

Dates were a big deal to Jongin, he felt that actions spoke louder than words, so he’d go all out to impress you. He was a proper gentleman, he’d always show up at your door with flowers or a gift, and always offer you his hand. Whilst he loved to take you out to play crazy golf or something silly, he also wasn’t afraid to dress up nicely and spoil you at a nice restaurant. No matter what the plan was though, Jongin always made sure that your dates were something you’d treasure, each one had to be special as that was his favourite way of letting you know how he felt about you.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

It’s well known Jongin has had a couple of public relationships in the past, so he will definitely be a bit apprehensive about dating again. When he first mentions it to you, you promise to work at a pace that is comfortable for him rather than pushing him. You trust that he knows what he’s doing when it comes to keeping your relationship safe. He definitely uses what he’s learnt from past experiences to try and make your relationship work, he’s not oblivious to how cutthroat the media can be, but he doesn’t want you caught up in the crossfire.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Compared to the rest of his members, Jongin has a bit more of a temper on him than the others. Whilst he hates shouting or arguing with you, there are certainly a few occasions where he just can’t help himself. If the two of you argue, he’ll take some time away to relax and calm down, once he’s cool and ready to talk, he’ll reappear. He won’t let an argument drag out for too long, once his temper has cooled, he’ll realise what mistakes have been made and will be determined to figure things out. He’s stubborn, but when it comes to the point of beginning to hurt you, he knows exactly when to draw the line.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You met his niece and nephew first when helping him babysit one evening, and luckily for you, they hyped you up to the rest of his family. Seeing how much the two kids loved you, his family knew that they’d love you too. And when they met you, they weren’t let down, and seeing how happy the kids were to see you again settled everything too.

H ⇴ HOME

Jongin didn’t want to rush anything with your relationship, it was something he’d done before and regretted. It would take a few months at least before Jongin considered inviting you to move into his place, but eventually, he’d know when he was ready, and as soon as he was, he’d ask you the question straight away.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ one night one a date. As the two of you walked along the river hand in hand, his eyes glanced across at you. You were lost in looking down the river, but as he studied you closely, it became very apparent to Jongin how he felt about you, calling out your name to capture your attention before telling you how he felt.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Jongin tried hard not to get jealous, he often gave off the impression he was tough and confident, and he wanted it to stay that way. But on the inside, he hated seeing you around other people, and you knew him well enough to know when he was feeling that way too. He’d try and smile in your direction when you caught him and reassure you, but you knew him much better than that, pulling him to one side so that you could ease his worries without anyone else hearing around you both and teasing him about it.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having his niece and nephew gave him plenty of practice for the future. Seeing Jongin around them both certainly gave you an insight into your future, as it did for him when he watched you with the two of them. Together you knew that one day you wanted to start a family together, but you weren’t in any rush, you both had other dreams you wanted to accomplish before you thought about children just yet.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He loved to play jokes on you and wind you up, he was one of the biggest jokesters in the group and that reflected in your relationship too. He’ll always play innocent when he tries to make you laugh, pleading that he never intended to give you a stitch from laughing too hard, but you know he knows exactly what he’s doing. Nothing boosts his ego more than knowing that he’s the one responsible for your laughter and the reason that you proudly wear such a wide smile on your face whenever he’s around.

M ⇴ MISSING

Jongin struggles a lot when he’s away from you, around the group he’ll become very quiet and introverted whilst trying to push his feelings to one side. For a few days, he’ll appear fine whenever the two of you call, but after a week or two when the distance begins to burden you both, his true feelings will become clear. Over time, he’ll open up to you about his struggles and let you see how emotional he’s getting. He counts down the days each time he goes away on tour until he can reunite with you, that’s his best way of coping, knowing that each day when he wakes up, he’s a day closer to being able to go home and reunite with you. It’s hard on you both but coming back together is always the highlight of it all.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He loves for you to call him ‘bear’ and in response he’ll always give you the biggest bear hug. For you, he’s traditional ‘love’ is his favourite term of endearment to use, but it usually depends on how he’s feeling.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jongin is obsessed with your waist, he loves to wrap his arms around your waist when he’s hugging you, or have an arm wrapped around it whenever the two of you are walking side by side.

P ⇴ PDA

He’s not afraid to be affectionate with you in public, he’s not shy in making his relationship known to people and will happily make an obvious point to anyone who stares in your direction that you’re taken. He’s in tune with you and knows exactly what you’re comfortable with, he won’t ever push the boundaries past that.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Jongin’s questions usually are the triggers for some sort of debate. He loves getting to know you, even after years together there will always an element of intrigue in him that will knows there’s more to find out about you.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Whenever he goes shopping for hoodies, he buys duplicates. These days, you have a whole section of your wardrobe dedicated to the hoodies that Jongin has bought you so that the two of you can match. When he goes on tour, he swaps the hoodies so he has yours and you have his, that way you have each other’s scents around you, but you can still be comfortable in clothes that you’d both wear in your day to day lives.

S ⇴ SEX

Incredibly passionate, this is the time when Jongin will be most affectionate with you. He’ll cling to you and keep you as close as possibly as he can. He lets his lips and hands do most of the talking, he loves to feel your body and feel the control that he has over you. His lips will be attached to any part of your skin that he can reach. Jongin is also the best at aftercare, he always knows exactly what to do to look after you.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He often sends you photos throughout the day when he’s somewhere he knows you love. It will usually end up being a coffee shop, but he loves to tease you that he’s there whilst you’re usually busy at work instead.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

There aren’t many people who know the real Jongin, but you are definitely one of them. It’s strange for him, somehow it always feels as if you’ve been a part of his life, he struggles to remember what life was like without you most of the time.

V ⇴ VACATION

He never used to be fussed about having a vacation until he met you. He wanted to give you holidays and treats that you deserved, usually at the end of a comeback or a tour he’d give himself a week to just be able to spend time with you and thank you for being so supportive of him whilst he was so busy with work.

W ⇴ WHINING

If he’s in a clingy mood, Jongin will definitely whine until he has your attention. He’ll sit and wait somewhat patiently until you have your eyes firmly on him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He knows that you’re a big fan of his lips, and he’ll definitely use that to his advantage. He’ll often appear beside you with his lips puckered, making it very clear what he wants from you. He loves to use his height to crane down and press a kiss against your cheek, or if he can reach, your lips. Whenever he kisses you by surprises, he knows it will flush your cheeks red, which is always the sign he takes to carry on.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were Jongin’s best friend, he loved having you in his life.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He’d always keep you close whenever you slept, even if you were a bit of a wriggler, somehow, he’d find a way to keep you in his strong hold, and kiss gently against your neck and shoulders until you slipped off to sleep.

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Masterlist

#exo #exo imagine #kai #kai imagine #jongin imagine #jongin #exo scenario #exo reaction #exo headcanon #exo kai #exo jongin #kim jongin #kim jongin imagine #exo drabble #exo one shot #exo fluff #kai scenario #kai reaction #kai one shot #kai drabble #kai fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

[literaryfic]

Chapters: 1/?
 Fandom: 빈센조 | Vincenzo (TV) 
Rating: Explicit
 Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Vincenzo Cassano | Park Joo Hyeong/Hong Cha Young
Characters: Hong Cha Young, Vincenzo Cassano | Park Joo Hyeong
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Italian Mafia, (i know nothing about the mafia so this will be very inaccurate!!!), basically vincenzo & cha-young being mafia bosses in italy


Summary: When Vincenzo Cassano came back to Italy, no one expected to see someone by his side. Or how Cha-young and Vincenzo became the head of the Cassano family. a mafia couple au inspired by a discussion with @ourgalaxybangtan @ghostrights & @whovie-reloaded

  Vincenzo had been handling most of the family business since their adoptive father’s health had started to decline. As the consigliere of the Cassano family, he was Fabio’s most trusted man, his advisor, his lawyer but also his second-in-command.

It hadn’t been easy, all these years, to climb the ladder. He wasn’t a native, he wasn’t blood, and so not many people had welcomed him at first. That’s why he had to become ruthless, so that no one could deny his authority or even dare to try. He had killed and tortured many men, broken their minds and their bones, burned their flesh and cut off their limbs, ashes and screams trailing behind him. If he wasn’t proud of the blood on his hands, he was at least proud of his work. All the hours he’d spent training, fighting, preparing, scheming, studying, all his efforts to erase Park Joo-hyung from the face of earth had paid off. The scared, weak little kid was gone, buried with all his other victims. ‘An eye for an eye, and then some’, Vincenzo lived by that, and he would stop at nothing except killing the innocent. There was no doubt he was the best at what he did and anyone who did not respect him feared him enough to not threaten him. His success was the Cassano family’s success, yet he knew that members of his own clan would not hesitate to have him killed if they could. Two clear factions had formed in the past five years, those who supported Vincenzo as the next head of the family, and those who supported Paolo, his brother. Paolo and Vincenzo had never gotten along, and Paolo’s inferiority complex and jealousy grew deeper every time his older brother had to clean up after one of his rushed job. Paolo had a particular taste for violence. Whereas Vincenzo killed and tortured because he had to, Paolo got a kick out of hurting others, be it children, women or elders. He loved to assert his dominance, to feel almighty. Vincenzo didn’t think himself much better than him, (regardless of the reasons behind his murders, he’d probably killed way more than him), but he wanted Paolo to be punished for his sins. It was only a matter of time before some influential family members whispered plans of assassination and of ‘restoring the rightful heir’ into his ear. Paolo was an angry, frustrated man who wasn’t particularly good at his job, an easy puppet to control. He’d been watching them carefully but he knew that as long as his father was alive, no one would dare to touch him. Back then he had thought he would take care of them when it came to it, become the head of his family, and continue to rule the underworld. Then, the incident happened and everything changed. He hadn’t been able to sleep for weeks, his victims’ screams haunting his dreams. He started avoiding mirrors, his reflection taunting him. He barely ate anymore, and Fabio had reminded him to get a grip. So he had done just that. He drank himself to sleep or took sleeping pills, and he went on. He knew, however, that he could not go on like this much longer. He had to get out before he buried himself next to Park Joo-hyung and all the others whose lives he’d taken. He’d started to plan his escape secretly. He would wait until his father died, staying loyal to him as long as he was alive. When the time came, he knew Paolo would try to kill him. The power struggle between them would start as soon as the head of the family would die, but instead of destroying his opponents, Vincenzo would seize the opportunity to leave. He would go back to South Korea, get the gold and leave to an island, where he would spend the rest of his days. The death of his previous Chinese client was perfect timing. As expected, Fabio, his boss and adoptive father, had named him the next head of the family in his will. It came to no surprise to most members, but murmurs spread quickly, “Can you imagine? A foreigner, as the head of our family? What has the world become?”. After wrapping things up in Italy, Vincenzo promised himself to never return, throwing away the key to the graveyard of his sins. …. There’s no going back from this, he thinks. Vincenzo is still holding Cha-young’s face, unable to look away from her lips, still wet from the kiss. Her pink cheeks, her smeared lipstick, the freckles under her fondation. Her. Hong Cha-young. His heart is soaring in his chest, all the emotions he had desperately tried to silence erupting all at once. There was no point in denying it, he had fallen in love with her. All he could do now was break his own heart, hoping it would heal. …. He realises he can’t live without her after she gets injured. They’re trying to get more information on Jang Han-seok’s paper company, and this time they’re trying to prove that some of the transactions made to European bank accounts were bribes. They’re breaking into none other than the Minister of Economy and Finance, Cha Do-won’s house. Miri had made sure to deactivate the security system and cameras, and Vincenzo was in charge of securing the place while Cha-young searched for the secret ledger the Minister kept hidden in his office. Cha Do-won was making a speech right now, and they had assumed most of his personal security would be with him. Vincenzo had quickly incapacitated the few men around the house and Cha-young looked for the ledger. After a few minutes, she found a hidden drawer in his desk. There it was, a thick documents labelled 'Accounts’. Subtlety wasn’t one of his strong points, apparently. They were about to leave when suddenly, a dozen men started to raid the place. Vincenzo fought them off as best as he could, and he was grateful that Mr. Lee barged in to help. They thought they had them all beat, and so Vincenzo made a mistake. He turned his back to the door to look for Cha-young, who he thought was behind him. “Vincenzo!”, he heard her shout his name. He sees her across the room, about to get struck by a man. He rushes to her and knocks him out quick enough. “Oh my God”, she says, “Did you see that? I almost died! He had a knife as well, and I dodged it, and then I ran—”. She keeps rambling while they get out of the house and into their car, clearly in shock. She’s getting paler as time passes, and he only notices the blood that pooled on the seat when she tries to get out of the car. She was stabbed, but the shock and adrenaline had prevented her from feeling any pain. “Oh”, she says, looking down at her wound. Vincenzo jumps out of his seat and rips the bottom half of the T-Shirt he’s wearing. “I don’t think now’s the time for that, Darling.” Even in a life-threatening situation, Cha-young is joking around. Vincenzo’s mind stops, he feels paralysed by fear, the fear of losing her, of her dying in his car, because of him. He pushes those thoughts away as he holds the fabric to her wound. “Hold this, as hard as you can.” The rest of the car ride to the hospital is a blur of running red lights, speeding in between traffic and repeating “Hong Cha-young, stay with me.” Vincenzo had faced death everyday for the last 20 years. He had killed, had seen people kill and had almost died countless of time. “There’s no limit to fear”, he’d once said to Jang Han-seok’s informant. Only now, waiting for Cha-young’s surgery to be over, does he understand what those words truly mean. During 6 hours, Vincenzo pleads and begs God, the devil, anyone willing to listen (Don’t take her. Everyone but her). He makes empty promises (I’ll do anything. I’ll stop hurting others, I’ll disappear from her life) and meaningless threats (Don’t you dare take her. I’ll kill you, too). In the end he doesn’t know who answers his prayers, and what promises seals the deal, but Cha-young wakes up and he doesn’t care. He holds her hand, stays by her side, and vows to never leave her. He starts to plan for an escape route shortly after that. In case they can’t stay in South Korea and need to take off. First, he thinks of Malta, or another island. But they would need to go somewhere they have allies, somewhere with an easy access to emergency money and resources. Italy. He contacts Luca and sets everything up, a two bed-room apartment, two bank accounts, and everything they could ever need like cash, some guns, and a car. “Consigliere, will there be another person with you?”, Luca asks. “Hopefully it won’t come to that”, he avoids the question. He knows he promised not to come back, but some promises need to be broken out of necessity. He needed to make Cha-young was safe, at all cost. His brother’s betrayal had made it easier. He’d been caught in the crossfire of their fight against Babel, killed by Choi Myung-hee in order to frame Vincenzo. But they had proved his innocence, and sent back his corpse in Milan. After Fabio’s death, Paolo hadn’t been the best replacement, and after he was killed in South Korea, they’d put in charge one of their cousins who had neither Fabio’s experience, nor Vincenzo’s mastermind. The family was in a crisis, which didn’t go unnoticed by their rivals. Soon, business started to slow down, their clients stolen by the competition and their allies started to switch teams. Money ran low. For that reason, Vincenzo didn’t run into much opposition when he came back. Most members and people in their business thought he had killed Paolo after he’d unreasonably followed him to South Korea and tried to finish him. Paolo only left disappointment and resentment behind him, and so no one missed him much. What they had not expected, however, was for Vincenzo Cassano to come back with someone.

#vincenzo #vincenzo fic #chayenzo #chayenzo fic

[hopelesshawks]

Physical Fatality Part 11- Pettiness

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

Masterlist

Ever since your removal from the task force both All Might and Endeavor have decided to be more involved in it on a managerial level. Which is really just a nice way of saying that the two are micromanaging and Hawks has never wished so hard for two people to just fucking retire already. Let Midoriya and Shoto take over and let the agencies finally enter a new fucking era without the ridiculous pettiness. “Hey bird boy,” a voice singsongs.

Speaking of petty...

“Has the fact you’re almost single-handedly ruining her career affected you and (y/n)‘s relationship yet?” Monoma asks Hawks cheerily.

He, Hawks, and Bakugo are standing on a rooftop staking out a nearby building not far from the downtown area that’s suspected as being a new base of operations for the group responsible for the attempted terrorist attack. Midoriya, Todoroki, and Tokoyami are at a different building on the other side of town. This is a perfect example of why Endeavor and All Might’s micromanaging is only making the task force’s job more difficult. The two of them had insisted on choosing the teams and somehow neither of them had considered how bad an idea it was to put your ex fiancé on the same team as your current boyfriend. Brilliant. Truly fucking brilliant. Monoma has made petty jab after petty jab since the moment they left the office and it is starting to really grind away at Hawks’ nerves.

Hawks has been trying to be the bigger person, he really has. Things are finally in a good place with you again and he really doesn’t want to fuck that up, regardless of how much of an ass Monoma is being. He should really be given an award for the immense amount of patience and restraint he’s been showing. But that particular jeer? That particular jeers rings a little too close to home. Because yes things are finally good with you, but the fact your career hinges so much on your relationship now is an undeniable dark shadow being cast upon it. Another reason, Hawks might add, that he couldn’t wait for Midoriya to take over for All Might. “Feeling tongue tied?” Monoma needles again. “Say something worthwhile and I just might fucking respond,” Hawks fires back. “Ah so he does speak! Just admit things aren’t all rosy and perfect in ArteHawks land.” “ArteHawks?” “Your perfectly perfect couple name for everyone’s favorite perfectly perfect star-crossed lovers.” “Don’t call us that.” “Call you what?” “Star-crossed lovers.” “Aww why not? Are the fates themselves not telling you your relationship is doomed?” “Our relationship isn’t doomed.” “Sure it isn’t,” Monoma scoffs and something snaps in Hawks.

It only takes a moment for him to grab Monoma and slam him down against the rooftop, pinning him there. “Watch what the fuck you say,” Hawks threatens. “Hey ease up. I’m not enjoying his bullshit any more than you are but just ignore him,” Bakugo warns. “Yea Hawks, ease up,” Monoma smirks up at him. “Listen here you little-“ “Hawks! I said ease up. If you fuck up and get a bad headline it reflects on (y/n) too remember?” Bakugo cuts Hawks off before he can finish his sentence. Hawks looks over at Bakugo and then back down at a smirking Monoma. God he wants to punch that stupid, smug look off his face. But Bakugo has a point. So Hawks takes a calming breath that does very little to actually calm him down before forcing himself to release Monoma and go back to observing the building across the street; however, the peace is only momentary. No sooner has Hawks returned to his post does Monoma stand back up and ask “So when all this inevitably blows up in your face, how long do you think it’ll take for (y/n) to come running back to me to fix her reputation again? A week? A day?”

There’s only a split second between Hawks registering what Monoma has said and his reaction. He whirls around, fist connecting with Monoma’s face, causing the other man to stagger backwards with the force of it. He rears his fist back to land another one but Bakugo catches his arm and yanks him back. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bakugo demands. Hawks wrestles himself free of Bakugo’s grip and redirects his gaze to the younger man. He should calm down, objectively he knows he should, but Monoma’s words are floating through his head and Bakugo had prevented him from fully venting his ire so it continues to burn through his veins. “What’s wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? You just gonna let him talk about (y/n) like that?” Hawks spits back. “He’s obviously trying to get a rise out of you idiot. So stop giving him the satisfaction,” Bakugo scoffs. “Oh so he can just say whatever the fuck he wants and you won’t react huh? Won’t defend your supposed best friend,” Hawks replies and he knows it’s unfair but he’s pissed and so much stress and tension has been building since the moment he told Endeavor about the two of you’s relationship that he needs an exit for it. It was supposed to be Monoma but now Bakugo has stepped into the crossfire. “What the fuck are you implying bird brain?” Bakugo asks, his voice low and lethal as he steps closer to Hawks in warning. “I’m not implying anything. I’m just saying you’re a fucking coward,” Hawks replies, wings subconsciously puffing up to make him appear larger. “Don’t you fucking dare call me that. Motherfucker don’t play with me,” Bakugo warns. “I’ll say it again. You’re a fucking coward.”

Hawks should’ve listened.

The punch to his face is not unexpected and he almost immediately follows up with one of his own. But one punch isn’t enough and the fight starts escalating. One minute they’re trading blows and the next he’s shoving Bakugo off the roof and the other man is dragging him over too. Hawks quickly engages his wings to avoid falling and by the time he lands on the street Bakugo is doing the same, having used a few well timed explosions to control his fall. The fall hadn’t cleared either of their heads though and as soon as they make eye contact Bakugo is surging forward with his palms sparking, crimson eyes rage filled. Hawks sends a few feathers his way but it doesn’t slow the other man down so he pulls out his two large feathers ready to wield them as blades.

On the other side of town Midoriya mutters under his breath as he takes notes on the movements inside the building opposite the one he, Tokoyami, and Shoto are stood on. “Some things never change,” Shoto comments as he goes to take a seat next to his friend. “What? Oh! Yes I guess so,” Midoriya admits bashfully. “How has (y/n) been doing?” Shoto asks. “Better since she and Hawks made up but still difficult. All of the events are driving her up the wall since they take time away from actual hero work,” Midoriya explains. “I wish I could offer some encouragement but my father is just as bad as All Might. Overheard him demanding Hawks invite his plus one to the bullshit agency-only cocktail party he’s having tomorrow,” Shoto replies. “Honestly I’m surprised (y/n) hasn’t killed him and All Might yet,” Tokoyami interjects as he joins the conversation. “Trust me, she’s thought about it. Repeatedly,” Midoriya comments. “Anyway, what do you say Midoriya can we confirm it’s this building?” Shoto asks, veering the conversation back to the task at hand. Midoriya nods, “Yep, I’m certain of it. We should notify the others.” “About that.... we have a problem,” Tokoyami sighs as he shows Midoriya and Shoto a photo Monoma’s just sent him of Hawks and Bakugo locked in combat.

Hawks should stop.

He knows he should stop.

He wants to stop.

But somehow he can’t stop until he wins.

His wings are a fraction of their usual size, his ribs ache, he’s heavily bruised, and there are burn marks where Bakugo has caught him with one of his explosions a few times. Granted Bakugo isn’t looking that much better, equally bruised and bleeding in several places where Hawks has managed to cut him. This all started so pettily but neither he nor Bakugo is willing to back down. They’re both too proud. Both feel as if they’re fighting for your best interest and, as such, admitting defeat would in some way be letting you down. One massive fight that at its core is just two men’s horribly misguided attempt at defending you. The sheer irony of the fight is something both men will come to realize once the dust has settled but for now their minds are far too clouded to consider that what’s happening is exactly what Bakugo had been warning Hawks against. So instead of stopping like he knows he should, Hawks continues to grapple with Bakugo, the two of them locked into close proximity tumbling over each other until finally Hawks has Bakugo pinned beneath him, a feather pressed to the other man’s throat.

That moment it’s like all the air gets sucked out of the area. Hawks has never and will never needlessly kill someone, especially not an innocent or fellow hero. But with Bakugo pinned underneath him, both their chests heaving with exertion and Bakugo’s eyes burning with defiance and a refusal to back down or submit even with his life in Hawks’ hands, Hawks is struck by the realization that he could. He could kill Bakugo right now if he wanted to and that’s a sobering thought. “Shit,” he huffs out and the next word out of his mouth is about to be an apology when suddenly he’s being ripped backwards by an unseen force and Bakugo is being similarly yanked away. As Hawks finds himself suspended in air he finally takes in his surroundings for the first time since he and Bakugo started exchanging blows.

There’s a massive crowd of people around staring and whispering in an attempt to figure out what exactly is going on. He spots with growing dread a news van and several reporters all taking pictures of the scene, including some of the collateral damage to the street. Thank god none of the buildings themselves were damaged. Then finally he finds the source of the unseen force holding him in the air.

In the middle of everything stands you.

And man, oh man do you look pissed.

Author’s Note: Men are ✨dumb✨ but we’ll see how (y/n) reacts next chapter. This is the chapter with the least connection to the associated song which meant leaning more heavily on the overall album’s inspiration (Romeo and Juliet if y’all couldn’t tell lol) for this particular chapter and more trying to have the vibe of the chapter match the vibe of the song.

Taglist [open]: @akkaso @cathy8taffy @eeppff @iikillerkitteh @pixelwisp @pokesosa @lildockel @bread0nhead @lavender-moon13

#hopelesspf #hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n

[imagine-docx]

dresses.

Summary: Bucky is a cute single dad who needs to get a dress for his daughter because his ex wife’s wedding is in a few weeks. Insert you, the cute kids shop owner who has a ton of knowledge in this department. [ChubbyBucky!SingleDad!AU]

Warnings: swearing, and some insecurity mentions and some body shaming, suggestive content right at the end.

A/N: the amount of love i got on sneaky is astronomical! and i love and appreciate each and everyone of you who read it and enjoyed it! also, please remember to sign all the petitons, and donate if you can and attend protests if you can! black lives matter. - amanda

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Nope, nope, no, absolutely not, fuck this. Was the exact thought process Bucky went through his mind. The reminder just popped up that in two weeks was his ex wife’s marriage ceremony and reception.

Bucky and Natasha were once married, and had little Layla from the marriage. Layla was caught in the crossfire of a nasty divorce when Bucky and Nat ended things when she was only 3. When Bucky got the invitation for the wedding, he felt the same exact heartbreak when he realized Nat was cheating on him, and felt someone throw his heart into a fire when he realized the man she was currently engaged to was the exact man she cheated with.

He got up and realized that he should check if Layla had any clothes to wear to the wedding. He looked through her closet and realized Layla outgrew almost all of these or weren’t there for the wow factor.

He sighed, closing her closet. He ran his hands through his hair, he turned around and was greeted by the mirror that was there. 

The divorce was hard on Bucky and it was obvious. He put on a few extra pounds around the waist, his shoulders rounded out, and his thighs filled out his pants from all the late shifts at the security firm. Another sighed escaped his lips, he was seeing his ex in laws again and he didn’t look the greatest. 

He walked down the stairs and grabbed his keys, and was going to pick up Layla from Wanda’s house and take Layla dress shopping.

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“Wow you look like shit,” Wanda greeted him.

“Glad to know someone like you is caring for my kid,” Bucky sarcastically responded, allowing himself into her house. 

“You already knew what you were signing up for when you knew I was dating Sam,” Wanda said, guiding him to the kitchen.

Bucky met Wanda through Sam. Sam met Wanda through the security firm, when Wanda was working for her old company and they changed the codes without her knowing, she flipped out and somehow Sam and Wanda clicked, and here they were. 

“Where’s my kid?” He said, looking around for the little bundle of joy.

“Upstairs with Sam,” she responded. He eyed Wanda, “Listen, they’re bonding because I need to talk to you.”

“Shoot,” he said, grabbing a banana from the fruit basket.

“Nat’s getting married next week.”

“I know that.”

“You should get a date,” Wanda said bluntly.

“I would, if I could.” He stated, “Oh, I need a dress for the wedding.”

“Even better!” Wanda exclaimed, “That cute shop owner seems like she can help you out.”

“Wanda,” Bucky warned. Wanda was referring to you. You owned this little shop called Sew Lovely and were always helping him out with clothes for Layla. 

He learned about it through Wanda as she was friends with you, and god was he smittened by you. You always helped out with what she wore, and the majority of her closet came from your little shop. 

Everytime he came to see you, he felt like he was falling deeper and deeper, and it didn’t help that Layla would spend any given moment with you, and you were amazing to his kid.

“I’m trying to help,” she said defensively.

“Daddy!” He heard a little voice exclaim from around the corner. 

“Hi pumpkin, did you have fun with uncle Sam and aunty Wanda?”

“Uh-huh, we coloured, watched movies, so much fun.” Layla said.

“Tell me more while we’re in the car,” he said, getting up from his seat and walking to the door. Before leaving he leaned back to Wanda, “I’m going for the dress,” Wanda smirked, “Not for the girl, for the dress.”

Wanda kept that smirk on her face, “Of course Buckaroo.”

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He decided to take Layla out for smoothies before shooting you a text asking you if you were free to help find him a dress. He poked the straw into Layla’s drink before he felt the buzz from his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and read the text message while poking his own straw into his drink. He let out a small smile “Come love,” he said grabbing her hand before making their way back to the car. 

Upon buckling her in, he brushed some hair out of her face, “We have to go shopping baby,” he cooed.

“I love shopping!” she exclaimed. 

“Glad to hear baby,” he said, before navigating to the shop. 

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He held Layla’s hand, while navigating to your shop. “Is aunty here?!” she asked, excitedly. 

“Of course,” he chuckled as Layla dragged him into the store.

He heard someone call out Layla’s name and it could have been confused with an angel. “I knew that was my favourite sugar puff!” you exclaimed, crouching to hug her. 

“Aunty! I’ve missed you!” Layla exclaimed, throwing her arms around you. 

“And would you look at that, it's my favourite client,” you said. 

Your hair was tossed into a messy ponytail, you were wearing an oversized white knit sweater, a pair of black jeans and some white sneakers. Even though the outfit was simple, you look like god himself spent ages creating you. “You know I would have no idea what to do with fashion,” he joked. 

“Of course I do,” you joked back. “So how can I help the two of you today?”

“I need a dress for a wedding,” he said, biting back the fact it was his ex wife’s wedding. “Say no more,” you said, before crouching back down to Layla, “Alright love, we need to get you a dress. What are you thinking?” 

“I want poofy! Colours! Flowers!” She exclaimed. 

“Oh she knows off the bat, let’s go sugar puff,” you said, getting up and grabbing her hand and taking her around the shop. 

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And that’s how Bucky spent the remainder of his day looking at dresses with you and Layla. He sat while the two of you looked around and tried things on. He admired how well you two bonded, as if you were mother and daughter, “I like this one the most sugar puff. What do you think?” 

“I love it!” She exclaimed, she threw her arms around you for the second time today, “Thank you Aunty!” 

Bucky looked over and saw that Layla was sporting a poofy white dress with red flowers and green leaves around it. “I love this one,” he said in awe at his daughter. 

“No problem baby, I guess we have to get you matching jewelry,” you said, engulfing her into another hug.  

Bucky let out a groan, “You guys have been shopping for so long.”

“Don’t rush a girl,” you joked. 

Another forty five minutes and almost two hundred dollars later. They were done. “Remind me to never go shopping,” he joked. 

“When you have a girl, you can never say no,” you smiled at him, making his heart melt. 

“Thank you so much,” he said, feeling insecure because he knew someone like you would never like him. 

“Not a problem sugar,” You said, and his heart skipped a beat. “See you next week?”

“You can count on it,” he said, giving you a small smile.

“Bye Aunty,” she said, hugging at your legs.

“Bye sugar puff, bye Buck,” you said, as they walked out the shop.

He should probably stop spending so much money at your shop, but seeing you made it all worth it.

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At this point, there was a week until Nat’s wedding and he was internally freaking out, he tried on his suit the previous night and it didn’t fit. The pants could barely make it past his midthigh, the dress shirt needed about three more inches before it could fit around his frame, and the jacket couldn’t even fit his arms.

Layla was asleep in her room, and he sat on the bed and tears started brewing in his eyes. Makes sense why Nat left, and why she wouldn’t like me, he thought referring to you.

He shut his eyes to prevent tears from slipping down his face. He steadied his breathing before shooting Wanda a text asking if she could watch Layla for a little longer than he anticipated. He tossed his phone on his bed, before dumping the suit in the trash can and going to shower.

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Bucky left work early, having asked Steve to cover for him while he went suit shopping. Once leaving work he somehow found himself on your street. He decided to see what you were up to before going suit shopping. 

He walked up to the shop and saw you were sitting on the bar stool, innocently chewing at the tip of your pen while looking at the notebook that sits in front of you. You were wearing a black romper with sunflowers all over them, an oversized black cardigan that was slipping off of your body, you had your hair tossed into a messy bun, glasses sat on your nose, and a pair of black sandal heels were on your feet. 

He found himself slowly walking up to the shop, opening the door, the bell went off from above him. You looked up and let out a huge smile, which made his heart melt and he returned a goofy grin. 

“Got worried for you Buck, haven’t seen you in a while,” you joked.

“Dad duties call, doll,” he said walking up to the counter, “You alone?”

“Jessica and Natalie are in the back,” you said pointing your pen off to the back, “It’s fairly early, aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Don’t want me here doll?” He said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“No, I just need to make sure you have the funds to keep my store running,” you joked.

“Gotta go suit shopping, was on my way, and thought I should stop in and let you know I’m fine,” he joked.

“You going by yourself?” You asked.

“I have no one else doll, Steve and Sam are at work,” he said running his hand through his hair.

“I can come,” you said, quickly adding, “If you want.”

“I don’t want to drag you away from work,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hush hush, I’ll come.” You closed the notebook, got off the stool, “Let me tell them I’m leaving and grab my bag?” 

“I’ll wait here,” he said smiling at you.

“Don’t move,” you warned, before walking to the back.

He looked around at the new displays, he thought about how much time you probably put into it, “You moved, about an inch. Can’t trust you anymore, Barnes,” he heard you say from behind you.

“My apologies doll, how could I possibly make it up to you?” He asked.

You linked your arm around his, “I’ll come up with something,” you said, as the two of you exited the shop.

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The two of you found yourselves at this small suit shop at the edge of Brooklyn. Walking in, the two of you heard someone yell, “James.” And an elderly Italian man came and greeted him with a hug.

“Hi Bruno,” he said, returning the hug.

He pulled away and noticed you, “Who’s this beautiful dame?”

He introduced the two of you, before Bruno brought the two of you deeper into the store, “He’s provided suits since I was young.”

You nodded, “It’s cute.”

“How about have the pretty dame sit and I do the measurements,” Bruno said. You sat on the stool provided and sipped on the smoothie that you bought for the two of you. Bucky felt embarrassed as Bruno took his measurements in front of you, but you flashed him a reassuring smile, and he felt some of the insecurities fade away.

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An hour later and Bucky found himself getting frustrated. Nothing looked good on him. He tried navy blue suits, beige suits, grey suits, plaid suits, and to no avail he could find anything. Bruno went to look at other options, while Bucky looked in the mirror. It was obvious he was picking at his own body.

You got up and walked over to him, rubbing his back, “You look gorgeous Buck, don’t deflate yourself.”

“It’s just that,” he started, “It’s my ex wife's wedding, and I don’t look good. I want to impress the family, but I look like-”

You cut him off, “You look amazing, and she’s an idiot for letting you go. If her family doesn’t like it, that sucks, cause you’re no longer their family.”

“Thank you,” he said, pulling you into a hug.

“I got your back Buck,” you said, hugging him back, “But you should have told me we were dressed to kill, I would be on it.”

“Now that you’re in on it, what’s running through that mind of yours?” He said, pulling away.

“Black,” you said, “Can’t go wrong with that.”

He smiled before yelling out, “Bruno? You got a black suit?”

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He hated how right you were, but also simultaneously loved that you knew him that well. He smiled at you, “Doll you know me well.”

“Gotta look out for my two favourite Barnes, don’t I?” you asked.

“James, you look amazing, you just need a tie,” Bruno said, before going off to find a tie.

You got up and smoothed out the suit near his shoulders, “I owe you one,” he said, looking down at you.

“You owe me a lot sugar,” you said.

Bruno came back with a red tie, “I think this would look good on you James.” You moved away from him, and let Bruno tie the tie to complete the suit. 

“The colour brings out your eyes,” you commented. 

The tie was rich, vibrant, red, and contrasted nicely against the black suit and his blue eyes. “You look amazing James.”

“Thanks Brun, I’ll take it,” Bucky said, looking at himself in the mirror, smiling at how good he looked.

Bruno walked to the front and rung up the order, “You really know what’s good for me doll.”

“What can I say? I know my Barnes,” you joked.

“How about I go change, then I’ll treat you to dinner?” He asked.

“He’s living up to his word,” you joked.

“I always do doll,” he said, before walking back to the dressing room.

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Bucky was a man of his word and took you to the small dinner about three streets away, but still was on the outskirts of town. You finished up dinner and were driving back, “You know your way to a girls heart.”

“I always do,” he joked.

You two sat in comfortable silence the rest of the way back. Pulling up to your house, he walked you to your step. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Anytime Buck,” you responded.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Are you free this Saturday?” He realized what it sounded like, “I mean, you can be my plus one with Layla,” he rushed out.

“Of course I would come Buck,” you unlocked the door, “Text me the details?”

“Of course. Good night doll,” he said.

You kissed him on the cheek, “Night Buck,” you said before scurrying inside, missing the blush that rose to his cheeks.

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Bucky didn’t see you at all that week. He was busy getting his haircut, buying other last minute things he needed before the wedding. He kept in contact with you through texts, telling you he’d pick you up at four.

It was three fifty and he was in his car, with Layla in the backseat singing loudly to the pop that played on the radio. He was nervous, he didn’t know what to expect. He unbuckled Layla, before making his way up the steps. He rang the doorbell and waited for you to answer.

Once you opened the door, he felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs. Before him you wore a red satin dress, with a low cut exposing your cleavage, the black heels accentuated the length of your legs, you had a necklace with your initial as the pendant, a small gold bracelet and some gold earrings. 

“Aunty! You look so good!” Layla said, breaking Bucky’s train of thought.

“Thank you sugar puff, you look beautiful,” you said stroking her hair. You pulled the door in behind you and locked it, and dropped the key into your back. 

“You look gorgeous doll,” he said, still in awe at you.

“You clean up well Barnes,” you said, “Let’s get to that wedding.”

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Bucky found himself looking at you with awe whenever you didn’t notice. A lot of the family Bucky once met at his wedding leaned into him saying that his current family was cute and received their blessings. 

He didn’t notice how much the three of you looked like a family until one of Nat’s cousins pointed out that his tie, matched your dress, which matched the flowers on Layla’s dress.

He looked over and saw you, Wanda, Carol, Nebula and Sharon sitting and sharing a drink. He smiled, before he heard someone call out his name, he turned around and saw Natasha, “Can we talk?” 

“What?”

“I wanted to apologize for everything, and I’m glad you found someone who treats you well and loves Lay,” Nat said, motioning to Layla sitting on your lap.

“Thanks Nat,” he responded, sipping on his soda.

“Truce?” She asked.

“Truce.”

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It was well after twelve, and Bucky was dropping you home. Layla was taken to Wanda’s earlier, and Layla was going to spend the night there. You and Bucky had a grand time, you two laughed, shared drinks, shared a few dances, and a few glances here and there. 

You were wrapped up in his suit jacket due to it being colder than you anticipated when you were leaving the hall. “I had fun tonight,” you said, as you walked up the stairs.

“Thank you for coming, I appreciate it,” he said.

“Anything for you,” you said looking at him, you felt the air shift and you didn’t mind.

Both of you leaned in, until your lips were touching and moving in harmony. Your arms found their way behind his neck, and his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You broke away when you needed air. You gave him a sheepish smile, before he pecked your lips again.

“Glad this dress did its job,” you joked.

“You bought this just for me?” He asked, running his fingers along the satin material that was along your waist..

“Of course, I needed to match your tie, for obvious reasons, and I hope it would lead to something like this. Needless to say, it did its job,” you said brushing hair out of his eyes.

“Well, if this dress is for me, I would like to see it on the floor,” he whispered seductively in your ear.

“You better get to work loverboy,” you said, before he picked you up and took you into your house.

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Batman vs Flash Villains, Round 5

Batman vs Heat Wave 

With Heat Wave, we finally move away from the villains whose main weapons are all basically variants on gases, explosives, and knives. Heat Wave has a flamethrower (sometimes it also blasts waves of heat which hit targets with concussive force). The fire that this flamethrower can produce is incredibly hot. The gun can produce temperatures that melt the Flash’s boots (which are designed to handle insane amounts of friction) and there was at least one Pre-Crisis story where the gun could produce a blast of 50,000 degrees (presumably Fahrenheit). This is as hot as lightning and five times hotter than the surface of the sun. While this probably isn’t canon post-Crisis, that does give an idea of the upper limit of his powers. 

Now, most heat suits can only withstand temperatures of about 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit. While Batman, being Batman, could probably make a better heat-resistant suit than this, even he’s going to have difficulty making a suit that withstands the heat that Heat Wave’s gun can put out. Now, we know that it can be done in the DCU, since Heat Wave’s own suit is apparently resistant to this sort of heat, but even if Batman does manage to get his hands on a suit that can resist the heat gun, the sheer heat of the gun isn’t going to be the only factor in this fight. 

Heat Wave’s flames are probably going to be causing a lot of damage. While he isn’t at all the sort to deliberately put innocents in harm’s way, he is quite careless and not an especially good aim...and that’s without taking the pyromania into account. Both Batman and Heat Wave are going to be at risk of being pinned under collapsing buildings and other types of infrastructure that are being weakened or destroyed by Heat Wave’s fire. If either man gets pinned, their opponent would obviously then have an easy time winning the fight. Both men would be prone to getting distracted by any endangered civilians, so neither one would really benefit much if they got caught in the crossfire. There’s a not insignificant chance that this fight would be put on hold for twenty minutes while Batman rescued innocent people and Heat Wave felt guilty for putting innocent people in danger. 

Should the battle come down to hand-to-hand fighting, Heat Wave would have a better shot than a lot of the Rogues. He’s a big, muscular guy and seems to know how to throw a punch. That being said, he’s not a skilled fighter, so Batman would probably be able to take him if he manages to take the gun out of commission. 

Another factor is that Heat Wave is kind of a one-trick pony. Unlike most of the other Rogues, he only has one weapon. While it’s a very useful, very dangerous weapon, if he loses it, he almost certainly won’t have a backup plan. Combine this with the fact that Heat Wave isn’t particularly bright and the fact that his pyromania means he’s easily distracted by fire, and it isn’t hard to imagine that Batman would eventually be able to disarm him, at which point the battle would turn sharply in Batman’s favor, since Heat Wave would have nothing beyond his sheer strength to back him up. 

That being said, if Batman’s suit somehow failed or he couldn’t find an appropriate suit in time, he would probably lose, and lose badly. Heat Wave’s heat gun is incredibly powerful. 

Due to my willingness to believe that Batman probably has a suit that is comparable to Heat Wave’s own and the knowledge to be aware that he should bring it to this fight, I’m going to give Batman the victory probably 6 times out of 10. But there are definitely ways the fight could go in Heat Wave’s favor. 

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