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closurechilde · 4 months

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CAT

Idk... I had this cooking in my draft lol

It reminded me of this B99 episode where Rosa tells Holt that he and Kevin need to bone and he starts making a scene.

Anyways, have some food. I'm sorry if it's not that good 😔

Oh, and btw, I think asks are open so don't worry and ask for whatever you want! I'll tell you if I can't write it and give you reasons, ofc. I'll try to finish my carrd this year, promise.

Cw. Umm, spoilers? I think we're all past Phantylia, though. Just the general being a clingy cat but not admitting it. Fluff. Short. Gn!reader.

The General opens his eyes at the feeling of something heavy on his lap. After the phantylia events, Fu Xuan made it clear to you that you would be doomed if he ever stepped out of bed. That statement led to the beautiful sight in front of him: You cuddling with Mimi and laying your head on his lap.

A sleepy rumble of Mimi wakes you up and you turn around to look at him with sleepy eyes. "Felt too comfortable to be my pillow..." You tease before leaving Mimi to get beside him and lay your head on his chest. He chuckles and kisses the top of your head. "Morning, sunshine." He says, getting his arm around your waist as you snuggle closer into him.

He touches your chin twice, a silent plea for you to look up at him and kiss him. You chuckle at the gesture and do exactly that, making out with him until you feel a soft nip on your leg.

"Excuse you, I'm trying to help my husband recover." You joke as Mimi's tail sways happily when you give her attention. You sigh and pat your chest, and she happily obliges and gets on top of you.

"Seems that I have competition." Jing Yuan chuckles as you pet Mimi.

"Well, considering that I may have spoiled her and now you have my full attention, she may be jealous." You giggle as Mimi nuzzles her head on one side of your neck and Jing Yuan on the other.

And that's when it hit you...

"You're like a big cat." You say out of nowhere and the general looks now confused.

"I beg your pardon?" He says dramatically. "I am a member of the High Cloud quintet, I'm the general of the cloud knights and, most importantly, your husband! I'm not a big cat! She's a big cat!" He pouts and points at Mimi, who's purring because you're scratching her back.

You look at him. "Have you finished your tantrum so I can explain my point?" You ask, making him sigh before he nods.

"Fine. Explain yourself, you criminal." He says as he finds solace in the free crook of your neck.

Just like you're doing to Mimi, you scratch the parts of his back that don't have bandages in a soothing manner that makes him sigh in contentment and nuzzle further into your neck.

You giggle and kiss his forehead. "Big cat."

#jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fluff #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai jing yuan #jing yuan fluff

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wonder-mei · 3 months

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The thief is kinda cute (MK1 Syzoth)

Author's note; reminder this is not a lore accurate to the Mortal Kombat universe. I write because they're hot. I also do no have beta reader or i read my fan fic from top to bottom to see any errors. I'm lazy okay.

She is not seeing things. She knows. A pastry she put on the table in the breakroom suddenly vanished but her coworkers said she ate it without remembering. Obviously she will remember what she eats. The pastry suddenly disappeared!

“I’m leaving now. Don’t hallucinate without me” her coworker laughs at the front door of the restaurant

“I’m not hallucinating! There is–”

“Yeah yeah, an invisible thing is living here. Don’t have to remind me. See you tomorrow” the colleague left leaving her alone for the night’s shift

“Hmm” she puffs out the annoyance. No one believes her that there are some materials and foods missing from time to time. But they all think she was imagining stuff. She went on the plan she had before going to her shift today; placing a freshly cooked fried rice in the break room then pretends she’s going to the restroom but this time with a twist. She going to lock the door

She waits for the restaurant to be clear from customers. She places a bowl of fried rice on the table “Oh no, i want to pee” she walks outside towards the toilet that is not far from the break room. She hides behind a shelf eyeing the bowl of rice. She waits for a few minutes and the spoon in the bowl floats!

With speed, she runs and locks the door. There’s a rush of footsteps inside the room twisting the knob “Reveal yourself ghost! I– i know a few recites that i am not afraid to use on you!” she grabs the nearest pan just for sure if the entity attacks her if it manages to break down the door. With bravery and curiousness, she unlocks the door and raise the pan to hit the entity but–

“Please don’t hurt me!” the nothingness pleas

“Huh?” the entity seems like standing in front of her “Show yourself demon!”

“I’m not a demon… i am–” from nothingness in front of her pops out a man in green. Taller and bigger than herself “I am Syzoth…” he holds both of his hand up

She stares at him still with the pan raised up to hit him “What is a Syzoth?”

“I am a human….?”

“Why are you questioning yourself? You are not human! Demon!” she ready to attack.

“Wait. Please!” he covers his face with his arms waiting for the impact but nothing. He lowers his arms to see her staring at him. Staring at his badly bandaged left arm.

“You are hurt” the bandage is full of dirt and dried blood. He never bandages a new one “There’s a first aid kit. I can help you” without waiting for his response, she takes out a first aid kit from a cabinet inside the break room. She gestured to him to sit. He did.

She squeamish at the sights of the wounds. It looks like someone scratches him deeply until can see a small sight of his flesh “You’re lucky it’s not infected”. She aids his wounds with care.

As she wraps his wounds with bandages, “You are not crazy…. I ate all the foods that were missing…”

“I know that i’m not crazy” she focuses herself wrapping the bandage

“I am sorry…”

“Are you alright? As in, are you doing fine? Why are you stealing?” she eyes him. He has beautiful eyes she admits herself

He shamefully looks away “I have no money to buy. I am sorry” he apologize again

She sighs “Don’t be sorry. I understand your situation just… don’t steal anymore. Just ask and i will give you” His wounds is now covered with new fresh bandage and got the right medicine for it

Syzoth examined the bandage “Thank you so much… i will leave now”

“Wait!” she holds his shoulder down not letting him stand up “Eat this” she slides the bowl of rice next to him “I already ate. It’s a waste to throw them out,right?”

He stares at her. How can she still smile at a thief like him? “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go on. I have to clean a bit. Enjoy” She left him to eat the fried rice to clean up what is left to be done before closing the restaurant. When she returns to the break room he’s already gone. She rushed to the back door,when she opened it he already stood there in the rain. His eyes fixed on her “Thank you. You are very kind… thank you so much”

She looks at him. Lost in his eyes “See you tomorrow?”

“Okay” with a nod. She closes the door, locking it. Without any reason, her heart is beating like crazy. She closes the restaurant as usual but tonight. She hears a distant footstep behind her but no one can be seen. He’s secretly failed to hide himself, Syzoth is eyeing her to her home safely. She smiles by herself feeling safe that he is watching over her.

The footsteps stop right after she enters her home. He left right after she closed and locked the door. She sleeps with a wide smile on her face.

The next day, she walks into her shift feeling thrilled. Her coworkers noticed her mood “Thinking about other ideas of yours to trap the scary demon?” they tease

“Hmph, actually he is not scary. Quite adorable. Soothing in the eyes”

The coworkers look at each other, weirded out and worried for her. “I told you she is crazy” someone whispers to the others. They all nod in agreement watching her happily clean the kitchen.

#mortal kombat x reader #mk reptile #syzoth x reader #reptile x reader #mortal kombat

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lavishl0ve · 7 months

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🩸Johhny Slaughter x Fem Reader🩸 (Part 2)

Part 2 continuation of my Part 1 Reader, I plan to make many more of these (which can also be read as a stand alone) but I heavily suggest reading the parts before these since I do reference some connections within previous parts! Again, these are my first fics and i’m not like an english major or whateva so i apologize if it isn’t perfect. Thank you and enjoy 🤩 (First part is on my page :)

Part 2: Scars

My dreams only remind me of the terror I wished to avoid. Ana screams echo throughout my head. I should have helped her, sacrificed myself. Maybe she could have been the one to escape. I curl into myself sitting on the rough mattress waiting, and waiting. Waiting for what? I’m not sure. May death have mercy and greet me with a cold kiss in my sleep. But death is late. I’ve lost count on how many days it's been, weeks? Each day that Johnny man swaps out my bandage, sometimes we exchange a few words but our encounters are usually in silence. With each encounter I grow with worry. Once the infection leaves my ankle is that when he’ll murder me? Oh god. Will I take Julie’s place on that meat hook..? I can’t think about it. I feel sick. Scratching interrupts my thoughts. That notifying sound of someone entering the basement, is it bad I was hoping it was Johnny? He was the only family member presenting some type of remorse or maybe it was just his job to make sure their food isn’t contaminated. Their. Food. I shake the thought. Sissy treds over and suddenly I'm disappointed. Better her than that cook though, last time he brought me food he spat in it. Safe to say I didn’t eat it. Not that the food is good anyways. She slides the plate under the small gap the bars have.

“Here Sugar.”

I look up at her giving her a small nod. Maybe I would have smiled if it wasn’t the same stew as always. But it’s better than starving…right? She stands for a moment watching me and sits down. I stare reluctantly at her.

“Go on, you’ll like it today. I made it.” She giggled.

Scooting forward I grasp the plate. It’s hot today. I take a small portion of the meat and take a bite. I chew once then twice. It’s incredibly tough, I let it linger in the back of my mouth acting like I swallowed it. She laughs again.

“How’s that red headed friend of yours taste?”

She mocks me poiking her razor blade through the bar so that it's mere inches from my face. I spit the chewed meat at her,

“You fucking monster!” I yell and I throw my plate at her.

shards of porcelain shatter on the floor from the impact, a few shards cutting her stew stained face.

She grabs my shirt through the bar hitting my head against the iron bars

“You fuckin’ bitch.” She screams, shaking me against the bars.

She takes her razor blade and slices right underneath my left eye.

“Eye for a fuckin’ eye.” she scowls, “Next time it’ll be more than that.”

She throws me on the ground, some of the chipped porcelain pieces cutting my legs. She leaves. I occupy my time picking the shards out of my legs.

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I wake up to the thud of his boots approaching. Death had not visited me tonight. Unless Johnny is death. I see him walk towards the cell looking at the shards on the ground. He groans. Maybe he knows what happened. Entering, I face toward the opposite wall hiding the cut Sissy had given me. Maybe I'll just let this one get infected and die. He sits on the mattress right next to me removing the same compact tin and gauze again. I refuse to face him. He takes my ankle and unwraps the gauze himself.

“It’s better.” He remarks.

He goes through the daily process , applying the topical cream, then wrapping it up. He sighs.

“You’se alright sweetheart?” He questions.

“Don’t let er’ scare you.” He glances over left toward my face.

He saw the dried blood that had ran along my cheek. He grabs my chin with two fingers and turns my head to see the cut better.

“Fuckin’ Sissy.” He hissed through his teeth.

Johnny rose and stomped out the basement without another word. You didn’t hear the scratch of the door close though. Maybe this is my time to escape! But how the hell will I get out? I reach outside the bars fumbling with the lock. Impossible without a key… or a bobby pin. Digging into your messy hair hoping to find a remaining pin you used the day you guys got caught. It took some time but it was there. I unfold the bobby pin and inserting it into the lock trying to hear those “clicks” Connie talks about. I was never as good as Connie, although she tried to teach me, I had always got frustrated. I twist around the pin, unable to hear the noise. I click my tongue in frustration. I try to remove the pin, trying to restart. It snaps. Fuck. You throw the pin on the ground and sit back against the cold wall.

Johnny yells, “The hell you do to er’ Sissy?”

“She jus’ needed a lil’ lesson Johnny.” She replies, “Was actin’ like a bitch.”

Some words were muffled, at the end of their argument Johnny's words were loud enough to echo throughout the whole house.

“Don’t cha’ go on touchin’ my fuckin’ things Sissy!” he yells, “Or ya’ gonna get it worse than er’.”

You hear a door slam.

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The next morning you awaken to Johnny banging on the cell.

“Wake up.”

I rub my eyes, vision coming into view. Johnny unlocks the cell and grabs your wrist.

“Cmon’.”

“What- where are we going?” you ask.

You’ve never been out of the cell. Is this the end of your demise? Johnny clecthes some sort of emerald green fabric in his left hand. He leads you throughout the house towards the back walking through the kitchen, the sink stained red at the glance you get. We step outside, it’s still dark out, my bare feet touch the grass and I breathe in the fresh air. Finally, a nice change. He leads you toward the same shed which you first encountered him in. Pulling the switch on to turn on the lights you make out the space. Some kinda workshop of his I assume. He walks you through the side door which opens toward the back. He shoves a hose into your hand.

“Clean yourself off.”

Stunned you just stare at him, you can’t see much since the darkness covers his face. You wait.

“You gonna turn around…?” I ask uncomfortably.

“I gotta make sure you don’t run away sweetheart.”

You feel your cheeks blush, but you can’t resist a shower. (A somewhat shower). You walk a few steps from him. Facing away, you take off your shirt, then your underwear. Since you can’t see him he surely can’t see you right? At least that’s what you tell yourself. You turn the knob right and the cold water splashes immediately at your feet. You whince at the sudden shock, Johhny laughs under his breath.

“It ain’t gettin’ any hotter, make it quick.”

I suck it up and point the hose over my head dousing my hair, I bite the inside of you cheek. The water runs down my spine. I coat my hair, wash the dried blood off my cheek, thighs and scrap the stew remanents off on hands. Wow how I miss warm showers. I look back towards johnny he leans against the barn, cigarette in mouth, he glances back over like he knew I was watching him. I turned around finishing my “shower”. As I turned the knob off I hear johnny shift off the shed wall.

“ ere’.” He say’s cigarette in mouth.

He throws me the emerald cloth he’s been holding. I unfold it revealing some short dress. Probably Sissy’s. I pull the fabric over my head, then squeeze out the excess water in my hair. I walk back towards Johnny.

“So,” I pause, “Back to the cellar now?” I shrug.

“Naw’.” He throws the cigarette to the ground grinding it with his boot.

I’m taken aback as he walks away, I assume he intends I follow him. I quicken my steps with little hops and skips, the dirt collecting on my wet feet.

“Where we going?” I ask quickening my pace trying to catch up with him.

Johnnys strides are long, almost double mine. I skip every now and then just to catch up. He stays silent to my question. As we approach some junkyard filled a bunch of old rusted cars Johnny strides over to the back of an truck and puts down the cargo-bed hopping on the edge as he pulls out another cigarette. I stand there, what do I do? I take a moment then just decide to do the same, dangling my feet as he stares . He offers me the box,

“Oh no, I don’t-“

He nods and snatches the box away back into his pocket. The sun rises over the horizon painting his face a lovely orange and golden color. I study Johnny more in depth, his dark eyes stare into the sunset. Wow. Am I crazy? Or is he strangely attractive. A piece of his slicked hair falls in front of his face as he leans down towards his red lighter igniting his cigarette. His nose is so perfectly straight, jaw, hand sculpted. No Y/N stop. This is insane. I avert my attention towards the sunset hoping it’d change my thoughts but it can’t. I can feel him staring at me. He drops his head back down holding his cigarette between his legs as his forearms rest on his thighs. His forearms. I glance at them. Scar-covered. I decide to break the silence.

“How’d you get those?”

He scoffs, “Which ones?”

“These.” I trace the scars on his upper bicep.

“Barfight.” he mutters puffing his smoke again.

“Well… you’d win?”

He scoffs, “I always~ win Darlin’.”

The way he dragged out his S sent me into spiral. What is wrong with me?

“What about this?” I ask pointing to his left hand.

“Nubbins. He’d always set up traps when we ‘er kids.” He pauses, “Left a pretty good god damn mark.”

I nod agreeing with him.

“I’d suppose yours will leave more though’.” He winks and nods toward my ankle.

I purse my lips together.

“How about this one?” I ask moving his strand of hair, hinting at the scar going down his eye.

His eyebrows furrow. He doesn’t answer. Serious subject. We sit there for a minute.

“My Maw’…”

We stare at each other for a moment. His puffs the cigarette again, jumping off the cargo-bed. Did I fuck this up?

“We outta go back inside before they know I brought chu’ out.”

I jump down, “Back to the cellar?” I sigh.

A simple Mhmm rumbles between his lips. I look back towards the sunrise soaking up each ounce I could receive. Who knows if this is my last time seeing the sun, let alone the sun rise. But in the end, I guess beautiful things aren’t meant to last.

#johnny slaughter #johnny tcm #tcm game #tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #fic writing #johnny sawyer x reader #johnny sawyer #johnny x reader

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just-more-pr0mts · 9 months

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Danny Phantom promt#3

Classic feild trip au with a bit more common sense

Danny loved feild trips, especially when they took the class out of town to look at things like astronomy towers or doing things like beach clean ups. It was an easy out from school, he got to do something helpful or see something new, and just not do work.

So when Mr Lancer had announced they were going on a feild trip. Danny usally would have been excited, but they were going to Fenton works. His house. And his parent were going to give demonstrations on thier work and 'equipment'.

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Danny was running late. Now this was a common occurrence, but when he was late for the trip to his own home...well that might have a bit of explaining to do.

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The entrance to Fenton works slammed open, and Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton,Mr Lancer and class all turned to face the door with a start.

"Im so sorry im late sir" Daniel 'Danny' fenton in all his glory stood panting at the door way. "I forgot we wer- well you were coming here today. And i was in a rush and i didn'tget breakfastand i-"

"It's alright Mr Fenton" Mr Lancer cut in over the A-listers snickering and a heavy sigh from what soundedlike Sam "The tour has not yet started, why don't you go and get breakfast"

Relief washed over danny, "Thank you sir I'll try and be quick about it" he headed over towards the kitchen area dropping his backpack next to a couch which was occupied by some of the students in class. Just before he stepped in, he was cut short by a-

"Hey Danny wait-" Jazz exclaimed as she went and picked up a baseball bat leaning against the wall. "Here" as she tossed him the bat.

He caught it effortlessly "Thanks Jazz, your the best" and went to go and get himself some breakfast.

"What was that all about?" Paulina an A-listers asked from her spot on a couch. "Why does he need a baseball bat?"

"Oh our mom cooked meat loaf last night" Jazz said as if the most obvious thing in the world

Sam and Tucker winced. And the rest of the class along with Mr Lancer looked around in confusion. What does that have to do with anything? Was the question on their minds.

"Miss Fenton if you could please elaborate?" Mr Lancer asked.

"Oh! Silly me, you guys don't live here like those gremlins" she said gesturing toward Sam and Tucker. "Well you see-" she was cut off buy a scream.

"You alright in there?" Jazz said loudly "I found the meatloaf!" Danny screamed back. "Don't forget, dad went and bought apples" "Apples?" Danny questioned. "Yes they're-" "Behind the toASTER" his voice cracked and a clash was heard, things falling over and then silence.

Danny slowly walked out of the kitchen, his shirt singed at the bottom and a stain on his fright sleeve. His head hung low and hair a mess and his face sporting a cut near his hairline. "Hey Jazz.." he started off. " I'm hungry, I didn't have anything since lunch yesterday..do you" he looked up at her, she was heading over to a panel in the wall.

She pushed against it with her palm and it opened up. She grabbed a bandage, a bottle pf water and what looked to be a protein bar. "I have to restock again but here" she handed him the protein bar and water and dragged him over to an empty chair and wrapped head.

"It's just a small scratch" He mumbled. "That could get infected which is why I'm using these bandages"

All whilst this is happening the room full of people are looking on in alarm. Danny hasn't eaten for how long? Not because he doesn't have food bit because of what? He's parents must do something right? Why do they have a secret panel of food and first aid equipment?

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strawbubbysugar · 2 months

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Quiz looks like such a sweetheart, like the kind of friend who always has your back and is happy to be a shoulder to cry on...do you have any personality tidbits you can tell us about them?

Yes! Though its a bit hard to think of things off the dome without context of a story around her.. Lemme just.. Pull up an oc ask game & answer some!

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

Botany & General gardening

Cooking! Its a bit of a lost art in the future what with instant made food, so she takes great pride in cooking from scratch

Journaling, she likes to be organized!

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

She is (partially) deaf, and wears hearing aids!

this isnt a disability but im putting it here - She is vegan!

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

Patient

Passionate (About things she loves)

Forgiving

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Quiet

Idiosyncratic

Reserved

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

Cowardly

Indecisive

Shy (tends to not speak up when she is uncomfortable or upset, and will go with whatever someone asks her to do to avoid conflict)

#ask #alien project

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asmallpinkfan3 · 1 year

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Helo can you do y/n getting into a fight how would the coven heads react (plus the owl house) make it platonic too please

Can't wait for it to be written<3

-peachy anon

Hi peachy! Of course I can write y/n getting into a fight. If it’s ok I’m gonna write it like they are your parent.

Y/n’s first fight!

Tw: fighting,blood

Reader type: GN!

Au: parent au!

Raine

Oh they heard about you getting into a fight and they immediately was like “are they ok”?!

When you walk in after school they check your injuries to make sure you didn’t get hurt to bad.

“I’m ok, I just got into a small scuffle”.

You say even though they are already getting out medical stuff.

“Well you got a open cut there let me fix it”.

They say as they pull you to sit in the dining room to clean your face.

“Thanks it feels a lil better”.

You say not really wanting to admit that you liked when they took care of you.

“That’s good do you want some dinner it’s already done cooking”?

They asked to which you gladly accepted.

Darius

Oh my, you got into a fight while wearing your best outfit.

You come home actually more terrified of Darius finding out about you getting you clothes dirty then the fight.

Instead of going through the door you went through your window jumping on and quickly changing then jumping out your window and going in front of the door.

Knocking you were met by the sight of your dad.

“You got into a fight”? He says seeing while you walk In and sitting down in a chair.

You look down and don’t say anything but you start to feel the pain slowly throb everywhere where you got punched, kicked, scratched.

“The guy insulted my friend so I hit him to shut him up but it ended up with me nearly getting knocked out”.

You told him laying your head in your arms.

“Are you still bleeding anywhere”?

He asked making you look up at him your fire head was bleeding a lil bit.

“Ah hang on”.

Coming back In he had a cloth and a band aid.

“Don’t move”.

He says as he wipes the small cut and puts the bandage on it.

“There”.

Lilith

Oh you being her kid she’s proud when she finds out that you punched a guard.

“So you punched him why”?

She asked as she’s helping you along with Hooty.

“He made fun of aunt eda from afar and I heard it coming back from school so I got into a fight and won”.

You let out a small laugh and lilith smiled.

“Well I’m glad you won”.

She said hugging you.

“Thanks mom”.

She pulls you and Hooty into the kitchen to make some food.

#toh x reader #the owl house #darius x reader #raine x reader #lilith x reader

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supernatural-hunter1 · 1 month

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“Me and the LOV” Part two

I wake up to the little ray of morning light shining through the window, of my room I set up yawning and stretching after getting out bed, I walk down the hallway to the room where the others were, I look over and see Dabi sitting on the couch drinking his coffee, while Shigaraki was sitting on the floor playing a video game, “Morning Shigaraki, Morning Dabi.” I greeted them with a smile. Dabi said good morning to me, and Shigaraki also said good morning without looking away from his game.

I catch a scent of food that was cooking so I walked into the kitchen as I stand by the entrance I see Mr. Compress cooking breakfast and on the other side of the kitchen, Spinner is standing by the coffee maker, and pours himself a cup of coffee And I greeted them both. “Morning Mr. Compress, Morning Spinner.” I said, as I entered the kitchen “Morning Y/n how do you like your coffee?” Spinner asked. “Cream with no sugar please.” I said sweetly, and I turned over to Mr. Compress “would you like my assistance with the breakfast Mr. Compress?” I asked. And he shakes his head, “I appreciate the kind offer Y/n but I got it from here.” he said. As he turned his head giving me a knowing smile. Sometime after breakfast, I helped Compress with the dishes and complemented him on how good breakfast was, as Shigaraki was done playing his game. He goes over to turn off the game console, the news channel came on.

I poked my head through the entrance to the kitchen, as I entered the common room, they were talking about me and some hero who goes by the name ‘Demming’ as they were talking about my ‘tragic death’ My eyes narrowed as I started to growl “Why that Son Of A Bitch!” I shot in a deep ‘Dean Winchester’ like tone, which made both Toga and Twice jump in surprise Dabi chuckles at their scared expression he heard a thud beside him, he looks over and sees me sitting on the other side of the couch with my elbow resting on my knees and my hands covering my face as I let out a grunt of frustration. Shigaraki was standing by the TV looking at the hero and then looking back at me “So, that’s the hero you mentioned to us yesterday?” he asked. I nod “Yep.”

I move my hands from my face, Pulling down on the sleeves to look at the bandages that’s wrapped around both my arms, “So what are you going to do now?” He said, I look up at him as he’s standing in front of me. “Well, for starters, he took away my quirk, And now he’s got everybody convinced that I am dead, so I guess all I can do now is lay low for a bit until I can come up with something? and besides how can I go out there and get back at that bastard looking like ‘The Mummy’” I scuffed as I showed him the bandages “Fair enough.” he shrugged. As he walked away. I hear Dabi clearing his throat. My attention is now on him, and he still sitting on the other side of me. “What?” “Here let me see your arms?” he said. I gave him a light nod. And reached my arms out to him.

He sets up And slightly moves a bit closer to me, he reaches over and grabs my hand and pulling it towards him, my arms are a bit shaky, and I flinch The minute his fingers touched the inside of my wrist “Sorry, I guess I’m still a little bit sensitive.” I said nervously. He looked up at me, “you were banged up pretty good when we found you, so I don’t blame you, I get it.” he said, as he gently unravel the bandage around one of my arms, as the bandage falls to the ground some of the bruises have died down, and some of the scratches Are slowly starting to heal Dabi gently moves his index finger over the scratches and the bruises.

“Well, I see the bruises are going away but, I say give it about a week for the scratches to heal themselves.” he said, I nodded at his word he reaches down to pick up the following bandages and gets up to walk away. I look over to Toga As she walks by I ask her if she had any other clothing that I could borrow since I lost most of my things, her eyes lit up like a little glimmering Stars with the big smile on her face, she grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the couch and dragged me to her room. She pulled out some clothes and laid them all out on her bed for me to try on, I picked out a light blue high waisted denim jeans, A tan color floral print off shoulder ruffle trim crop top blouse, And dirt brown leather cowgirl boots with pine leaf designs drawn on them, and I put on a (color) bandanna that I wrapped around my hair.

Of course, the top pulls up a bit revealing just a tiny bit of my pudgy skin “OMG! Y/n you look soooo cute!” She goshies, i chuckle “Why thank you Toga, but good luck trying to pry this off of me, if you want these back?” I said jokingly. Toga shrugs, “go ahead and keep them. I was gonna get rid of them anyways, As cute as they are it’s not really much of my style anyways. But good thing I didn’t because they so totally look much cuter on you than they on would me.” I thanked her as the two of us walked out of her room. And headed back to the common room to meet with the others, as we entered the room Twice and Compress were the first to comment on my outfit and I thanked them, but the other three on the other hand? I noticed that Shigaraki, Dabi and Spinner had jaw-dropping expressions on their face and I giggled a bit.

Mr. Compress was the first person to complement me and I kindly thank him for it, i walked over to Shigaraki who is sitting at the table looking over a map of the city. “Let me guess? you’re working on a plan to take down the hero society?” I asked as I approached him, and he nodded as he explains some parts to whatever plan he had, and he points to the location on where they’re going next? I gently placed my finger on the map, and I slowly run it down the lines of the drawn out roads As it comes to a stop a gently, my finger on one of the lines. “have you ever tried to use the backroads?” I asked, he looks up at me, his eyes narrow and uncertain? “Backroads?” He says a bit confused.

“depending on the location of the area if anybody catches on about what you’re doing they would probably block off some of the main exits to try and stop you? But….. If you take one of the back roads or back exits, that have less people around then you make a clean easy getaway if that makes sense?” I explain. “Hmm…. I never thought about that before, but than again it doesn’t even cross my mind now that I think about it?” he said he takes a closer look at the map looking through the area and the roads around it, then he glares back at me. “i’ve been a villain sidekick since I was 13 whatever boss I had, they would always use back roads whenever the heroes ever catch on to what we were doing back where I’m from.” I shrugged. he leans back in his chair with his arms crossed as he was looking up at me and the two of us talked for a while.

After that I was just about to Go to the kitchen to get myself a drink when I heard Spinner call my name “Hey Y/n there you are, I’ve been looking for you?” He said, I turned to him as he was approaching me “what’s up Spinner? I was just about to head into the kitchen to get a drink.” I said, with the soft smile as he approached me, “Well, good thing I caught you in a perfect time i… um….” I can tell in his tone of voice that he was a little bit shy and nervous and to be honest, I thought it was kinda cute, considering with him having a mutant gecko quirk

he pulled out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to me it was my cell phone that I thought I lost during the fight with the hero ‘Demming’ “here, Compress picked it up after it fell off of one of your pockets when i carried you back with us.” he said, I noticed there are some little blush that is starting to appear on his green scaly cheeks I tried my best to hold in a giggle, because of how cute he looked all blushy, so I just gave him a sweet smile and thanked him as I gently take the phone back. As the two of us walked in to the kitchen, I waved at Mr. Compress who was the leaning against one of the counters taking a sip of his tea. I set my phone down on the island counter and walk over to one of the cabinets and grabbed a cup, and then stepped over to the sink to get a drink of water and then walk back over and picked up my phone to turn it on, Spinner also told me that he charged it to see if it might still work. (he’s a sweet boy, a heart 🥰)

As I pushed the on button on my phone Shigaraki called for Compress and Spinner to leave for a mission and I followed them out even though I lost my quirk Doesn’t mean that I can’t handle myself (which I can totally handle myself😅) I followed everyone out the door so I can bid them all goodbye. “Don’t worry I’ll hold down the fort until you guys get back, Bye, good luck, have fun, be careful out there, And if you see any heroes punch them, in the face and make him cry for me, come back safe,” I shout as I waved goodbye “Bye Y/n we will, we’ll be back soon.” Toga yells as she waved back before getting in the vehicle and just like that they’re gone, I turned and walk back into the safe house I heard The notification on my phone going off like crazy? as I walk over and picked up the phone, my eyes go wide they were all text messages, and missed phone calls, and voicemails, from friends and family members from back home I sighed and shook my head, I’ll deal with all that later. But for right now I turned on the Spotify app and played some music while I clean up the place until the others get back.

(that’s it for now come back for part three of the Me and the LOV series. Hope you all enjoyed?😁)

#lov x reader #league of villains x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #spinner x reader #shigaraki headcanons #spinner headcannons #league of villains headcannons #lov headcannons

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slowips · 2 years

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changing seasons kazuha / reader

you choose to live the same everyday, the only locations you’ve set foot being your workplace, home, and whatever connects both. life gives you kaedehara kazuha, who resets your choices.

# general, canon compliant, (implied) death, 1.4k words.

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when the crows caw at the beginning of dawn, you will open your windows and inhale the fresh, electrifying air of inazuma. a long minute of silence before your sense of responsibility truly shakes you awake, and you’re dashing to the kitchen to grab a piece of melon for breakfast. you will change to more fitting clothes, then head towards ogura’s textile store.

then, you'll go to a little booth behind to do your routine of turning her finest silk into kimonos and accessories. your hands move methodically, your mind accustomed to the natural motions of your job—weave in, weave out—and when the crows cry in the evening, you will pack your things and head home for a quaint dinner before preparing for the next day. it has been this way since your youth.

“heading home so quickly?” ogura asks from the counter once you’ve emerged from your little work space. she’s shuffling through cabinets frantically for someone who spoke in calm tones.

“i can still help,” you say as you put your bag down and ready for her command, especially since she is scratching her cheek, staring at the drawers as if condemning it for eating something important.

“i think i left it at the warehouse…” she mumbles to herself before looking at you. “could you help me with the store until i get back?”

there’s a slight discomfort at the idea of being the first contact for ogura’s store at such late timings, especially since those that visit are people who insist on getting textile despite the shop needing to close. your boss always knew how to handle those customers. all you know is how to weave a thread and be led by your habits.

still, you nod, steeling determination. compared to how ogura helped to house you, give you food, and even a job, this is only a small wish.

“thanks,” she smiles, squeezing your hands to emphasise her gratitude before making her way to the warehouse. you stand awkwardly, eyeing the citizens waltzing by, hoping those who glance at the colourful silks displayed will continue their journey home, leaving you alone to anticipate a return to your mundane life.

except someone does notice the items on display, and he does take a step forward. he’s drenched from head to toe, but the most impressive thing about him is the confidence he exudes even if his attire has been slashed, revealing his bare chest.

it’s bandaged, trying to cover up a wound that reeks of iron. you almost feel obliged to help him touch up and apply ointment, but your brain blares an alarm. don’t grow close to him, lest you’ll suffer again.

“are you ogura?” the man says, tipping his head as an apology for wetting the floor. his mindfulness makes it hard not to favour him.

“she left to retrieve something,” you reply, leaving the counter to take some cloth so that he can dry himself up and prevent the puddle from growing.

he accepts the cloth, and as he ruffles his hair with it, red piercing eyes stare at you.

“are you her helper?” he asks, putting the damp cloth on the counter. “i’m looking for someone to stitch my hoari.”

of course, you think—something you weren’t doing throughout your conversation; if you did, your thoughts would naturally lead to his chest.

you glance at the clock. there’s only 10 minutes left till closing time. if you get his shirt done now, you can clean the puddles, ogura might be back, and you can head home early enough to cook dinner.

“is that all?” you inquire. when he nods, smiles and gives a small “thank you”, you retreat to your workshop.

a thought you’ve been trying to suppress bubbles in your chest, tickling your heart: he’s a handsome man.

unfortunately, you have no space for such things in your daily routine. it’s exhilarating to think about him, and that’s precisely what you want to avoid. the blood rushing to your face, the chill of the unknown, you hate it all. he is someone of the wilds, that wound bound to almost at the cost of his life. he prides in it, daring to engage with danger.

so you grab your supplies, remind yourself of the seconds that tick by, and return with a proper mind. you’ll fix his haori, do it cleanly so that he has no reason to return. then, you’ll go back home, cook dinner, rest, and await the new dawn.

unfortunately, your plan fails. he finds you to say his thanks, gifting you plants which he believes can be turned into unique materials like the sea ganoderma. ogura teases that he searched for you yesterday. was what you did that grandiose?

he appears a few days later, worry in those red eyes that grown accustomed to staring at you. ogura asks what’s his business, and he claims he’s here to warn a certain helper of the increase in nobushi attacks.

“i know,” you huff, embarrassed that you didn’t. “thanks for the reminder, nevertheless.”

“then, i suspect you would appreciate company home,” he adds, “because they are growing bolder at night along the path towards the nearby village.”

“you… know my route home?”

“you have the strong scent of straw, as every villager there has.”

“well,” your boss interrupts. she winks, pushing you and the samurai out of the store. “while you two settle your arrangements outside, i’ll close the store and rest for tonight.”

you grip your bag’s strap, eyes fixated on the cemented path. the night is growing darker and if what he said is true, you do appreciate some protection.

“you are…?” you ask as you take the first step, aware of the consequences of this choice of yours. there’s no going back now.

“kaedehara kazuha,” he replies, “but just kazuha is fine, and what fine name would such a talented individual be called?”

“i wouldn’t say i’m talented,” you blurt after your introduction.

“your stitch work on my attire has endured countless perils and nature.”

it makes you turn to look at him. true enough, his outfit is in one piece, and your thread, despite being a different colour, stays mostly invisible.

“it’s my job,” you laugh, trying not to reel yourself too early in your memories and think about what started it all. talking about work also caused your muscles to ache, so you stretch and enjoy the pull of your body instead of whatever tradegy pushed you into a systematic life.

“you don’t seem related to ms ogaru. if you don't mind me asking, is there a reason why you’re under her care?”

you lower your hands. the scenary around urges you to recall the desires of your loved ones. their everlasting thirst for adventure and thrill, to explore what lays among the tall grasses, to know what was beyond the shore, it came at a hefty price you had to bear.

“it’s not...” you drawl, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths, “i can’t explain it. at least, not now.”

“very well,” kazuha speaks in gentle tones, and you’re uncertain if you should accept his kindness, potentially rekindling your very own wound you’ve tried to nurse with precision and routines. “a heart is a heavy burden.”

as kazuha watches the scenary around him, you kick pebbles on the ground. his footsteps echo yours, and as unfamiliar as it is after years of solitude, it sparks warmth you’ve thought you’ve lost. maybe you’ll accept a bit of anomalies once in a while, as long as your final destination is always home.

“how’s your injury?” you ask, a little ashamed that you couldn’t answer his question, but you make a promise in your mind you will, when the time is right.

“it’s healing well.” he has a hand placed on his chest, reminiscing. “that day was a rough day for me, so i appreciate your help. it turned a day into something more bearable.”

there’s an updraft that swirls around both of you, maple leaves caught in it. he snatches one from its path and hands it to you. it strikes you how much time has passed. you lost them in the changing seasons, when autumn turned to winter too.

“do you think that our meeting means anything?” you ask, your chest bursting with feelings, both old and new.

he smiles, red eyes twinkling. “i think it’s the start of something.”

it’s past the time to make dinner, but you figure it’ll be okay.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kaedehara kazuha x reader

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soulyoh · 1 month

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Call me Compos Mentis

Chris thought my hair was wig on the first the day and told me to catch one of them brats and I end up with my hair in flames by said Chris to bring "brats out to play" then told me stop quoting him again. I have read glasses I out on at times and mostly when I can't listen well.

Scary Girl had to chop my hair to help me out which is what I am thankful for more. We both hiss at Chris behind the scenes

I only got here because they said they need better cooks and I know how to bake and make Mexican food from scratch, so my dumbass said why not.

I am from Texas so I am always in my cowgirl boots, or mentioning it, and to piss anyone off I will sing the anthem of USA and Texas state flag.

I keep telling Chris everyone knows his hair is a wig therefore why he burns my hair.

I wear a mask because I want to be little emo and if I get annoyed, I cover my whole face to nap anywhere. You will find me ability to sleep anywhere conflicting and not enough sleep I start to think the government knows my sins causing me to work overtime and try do everything at once.

My backpack has snacks, spare water bottles, survival books, silly mini games, to old school magazines, fireproof blanket, my tarot cards, throwing knives, and birdseeds. My little pack is a mini safety aid kid on me all times and waterproof.

Will use dog collar if needed for self-defense and I keep teaching Emma, Pryia, Axel, and Scary Girl laws of Texas and how to makeshift weapons first with just a pen or pencil!

I wear layers for makeshift bandages because my dad told me about his dreams of world domination and now, I am like I rather the zombies than my father in my old age. The pink shirt is just Geoff and Brody hugging happily. Black bandana on my leg just in case someone else wants to use for any reason.

Horribly quiet out fear anyone hating me and tends to scary people because I disappear or appear anywhere when needed.

Chef got mad at me because my fun facts of WWII or Texas history is making Chris happier than he uses them in challenges therefor I must shut up about them. I nod and understand but now Chris won't shut up about me telling him more someday.

I do Chris's eyebrows and eye makeup... I don't like the job his eyes are soulless, and he thinks fun mock my accent. (I use a funky fake Texan accent for shit and giggles it's too late to talk normal)

I am queer I scream if someone asks rudely but asked nicely, I giggle out I am SHE/HER/THEM BISEXUAL DEMIGOD DEMISEXUAL.

Has a lot of allergies and has shit load allergy pill bottles hidden places other interns can use too.

I will bark on command to scare others of if you ask me to create a distraction or just doing hog calls or bird calls.

I will be friends will anyone, but I am really slow so you gotta tell things twice sometimes.

I sleep talk, fight, and yell sometimes.

Huge Courtney and Duncan fan that's why my outfits are questionable or end up ripped up because I want everything perfect to make Courtney proud by memory and I end looking messier than Duncan could somehow.

I told Priya to poke them eyes out to anyone that annoys her because I believe in her! Chris had to tell stop telling Pryia and Damein to stop telling them these things! I only do it because want them to have success when their comebacks aren't well said and it's total drama?

#internposting #internsona #dramasona #total drama

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darkparablesfan · 3 months

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The Hawk and the Little Sparrow

Hello- So this is my first post here- so sorry if it's not that great looking. So here is a work of mine- With Hawks with my OC- Risa.

The lively city sounds of Musutafu snuck inside the restaurant’s walls giving much needed background noise for the slow night. There weren't that many customers that night so Risa had some time to prepare for tomorrow. She was listening to some music, humming and singing along as she chopped up vegetables then moved on to preparing the different meats.

But it was cut short when the restaurant’s bell chimed loudly as the entrance door was opened and chimed again when it was closed. She quickly let go of the knife and ran to the counter.

“ Welcome -” But she couldn’t finish what she was saying as the sight in front of her shocked her. It felt like her heart had fallen into her stomach.

There he was, number three Hero, Hawks at her door, looking a mess. His jacket was covered in dirt and mud ( at least she hoped it was just mud ). His gaze was almost empty. But he still tried to smile as he looked at the women standing in front of him.

“ Hey there little-”

With a loud thud the young men collapsed onto the floor. His vision started getting dark, then he heard quick footsteps closing in and Risa calling out his name.

A few hours later when he woke up he found himself among soft and puffy pillows and a blanket. He quickly pushed himself up which only led to him feeling a strong sting in his chest. When he looked down he saw he wasn’t in his costume anymore. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt that could easily be easily like a tent for him. In several places, his arms were covered with bandages and bandaids. He glanced toward the door as Risa walked in with a tray in her hands as soon as the door opened.

“ Ah, you are awake Keigo!” She smiled at the blond haired man.

" Yeah, sorry about that." He tilted his head as his hand was placed behind it and scratched it.

“ You can pay for the cleaning later.”

“ Oh come on little sparrow.” Keigo whined.

“ Oh come on, I was just joking!”

“ I know, I know. Sorry!”

Risa’s cheek puffed up a bit like a puffer would puff up.

“ Well, now that you're up, I can tend the wounds on your face.”

She grabbed the first aid kit box and sat down at the edge of the bed. She put some alcohol on a cotton swab and applied it to Keigo's wound, who jumped back with a loud hiss.

“ That stinged baby bird!”

“ Oh shush you! If you keep moving it will take longer. You can swear at me if that helps.”

“ What? You really think I would cuss at a lady like- Ouch!”

Within a few minutes, all of Keigo's wounds had been treated. He pouted like a small kid as Risa put away the box and came back with the tray. It was packed with different kinds of food. Almost all of them were his favorites.

"Wow! You made all of these?”

“ You were sleeping for a while and I guessed you would be hungry.”

“ You know me too well- It’s dangerous. What if some villain catches you and interrogates you about me?”

“ I doubt they would care too much about what your favorite food is. And that you keep sleeping with that Endeavour plushie.”

“ That was low Risa.”

The young woman let out a laugh that filled the otherwise quiet room. Keigo let out a small snort under his breath then began to eat. Risa just watched him with a content smile on her face. Seeing people enjoying her cooking always made her happy and she felt proud of her work. When Keigo finished he leaned back and patted his stomach.

“ Ah, I feel like I'm gonna explode.”

“ Hey, there are some crumbs on your face.” Risa leaned closer, gently wiped off the crumbs from his cheek. With her thumb she could feel the soft skin, but it was covered by a band-aid. Seeing him like this. It broke her heart. So many questions swirled in her mind. How did he get these wounds? Did the Commission send him on another secret mission?

“ Your face will stay that way, little sparrow.” Keigo’s teasing voice shook her out of her thoughts.

“ Don’t tell me what to do- You are not my dad!”

“ Yeah, I could never be like him.” He lets out a laugh but just as soon he lets out a yawn “ Ah…I guess I’m still a bit sleepy.”

“ Alright. Move over.” After she put the tray on a table the brown haired woman kicked off her shoes and took off her socks. She then climbed into the bed and lay next to the Pro Hero.

Keigo teased her, "Don't you seem a bit too confident?" as he lay down next to her so they would be face to face.

“ I had a long day as well. So shush.”

He let out another chuckle. He smiled at her with a faint but genuine smile.

“ You know you don’t have to do all this for me.”

"Well, it just so happens that I like helping others. Especially if it’s a reckless Pro Hero who causes me a faint heart attack almost every time I see him.”

It was true, it wasn’t Keigo's first time fainting in the restaurant but Risa still couldn’t get used to seeing her childhood friend being all beaten up from fights. And that’s just the physical signs. Anytime she tried to get him to open up even more.

“...Hey.” Risa’s soft voice broke the silence.

“ Hm?”

“ Whenever you feel like it, I’m ready to listen, okay?”

There was no response from either of them. Risa just looked at the blonde man who stared back at her. Keigo turned towards her his arms wrapped around her body. Risa pulled him closer. Keigo’s body felt so much smaller than before. Like a small, delicate doll. The young woman's fingers slipped into his soft hair and gently caressed his head. When she could feel something warm on her clothes she let out a sigh. A sigh of relief.

She would hold Keigo and keep petting his head even after Keigo fell back asleep. Maybe this hawk was out there to serve others and help them, but this little sparrow was even more determined to take care of him.

#fiction #writers #anime #writers on tumblr #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks x oc #fanfic #oc x canon #self indulgent #self indulgence at its finest #self indulgence time

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manicpixiedgoblin · 1 year

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Nervous Young Inhumans

Masterpost

Chapter Five.

[Season One Finale]

In the morning she drove him home. He stayed in the car again, waiting for something.

“Jesse, you’re selling?” she pointed to the sign on the lawn.

“Uh, yeah, yeah,” he scratched his head, “I think I’ll sleep in the RV for now.”

“Is that your workplace?”

He looked at her.

“Jesse,” she sighed, “I don’t care. It bothers me more to see you using than it does to see you cooking or selling. But be careful who you’re involved with. I don’t want to see you back in the hospital again.”

“No?” he smirked.

“Not as a patient, no,” Ellie rolled her eyes.

“I haven’t used so much recently… it’s been making me paranoid, I don’t know.”

“Yeah. Well,” she shrugged, “if there’s ever anything you need- I just mean, if you’re ever hurt and don’t want to go to the hospital you could also… call me.”

He stared into her eyes. The hint of a smile on his face. He reached his hand out and touched hers.

“Same goes for Walter.”

“What?!” he paled, “what Walter?”

“Mr. White, whatever.”

“El, I don’t think-“

“Jesse,” she put her hand on his chest, “I told you _I don’t care_. I just want you to be safe.”

“He-how-“

“He visited you in the hospital. I heard him talking to Skinny.”

“Shit,” he rubbed his face, “he won’t believe that I didn’t tell you that.”

“Make him believe. I’ll let him know if he wants this to work he’s not being clever enough.”

Jesse sighed and made a face.

“So, uh,” he looked back at Ellie.

“I’ve gotta get some rest. So do you. But call me later, yeah?”

“Yeah, alright,” he leaned towards her. She didn’t move.

He ended up kissing the edge of her lips, closer to her cheek, before getting out of the car.

“Jesse?” she called, getting out of the car too.

He looked back at her, half a smile on his face.

“Let me help you settle in.”

He stretched out his arm and held her in a side hug as they walked towards the house.

***

She was in the hospital thinking of the freckles on his shoulders and chest. A smile and slight blush overcame her besides herself.

She’d left him with food and clean bandages on around his torso, put the TV on a table inside the RV, ignoring the glass flasks and mess of supplies all around.

Ellie tapped her pen on the notebook in front of her. She liked her work, she liked the medical procedures of being an emergency physician.

But her head was full of Jesse, concern over him still being mixed up with the likes of whoever Tuco was.

***

That day she got home exhausted and slept until her next shift. When she got out of that one she had a message from Jesse on her phone.

“Hey, uh, El,” she heard his voice on the other side, “so listen, I’ve got this work thing tonight with, uh, you know. W. Anyways, I was thinking maybe after that or, I don’t know. How’s your schedule? I know we’re both busy but we haven’t really talked since, uh… well since you came back actually. Just- call me, okay? I- yeah, call me.”

***

It wasn’t uncommon, back when they’d spent every second together, to show up unannounced at each other’s houses. The morning after hearing his voicemail she drove over thinking they should talk at some point, and it might as well be now.

As Ellie was parking she saw a woman in a yellow suit jacket putting up decoration outside his place.

She got out of the car holding a cardboard tray with two cups of coffee in one hand and her purse in the other.

“Excuse me,” Ellie called out, waving as she walked over to her.

“Oh! Hello!” the woman smiled brightly at her, “We’ll be starting the open house soon!”

“Open house, right,” Ellie nodded, “I’m actually here to see the owner. Current owner.”

“Oh, he’s probably in the uhh-“ she waved and grimaced at the RV.

“Thanks.”

Ellie walked over to the RV, opening the door full of bullet holes and seeing it empty not only of Jesse but of most of the supplies she’d seen before when she’d helped him settle down in there.

She opened the back door of the house, which he always forgot to lock.

“Jess?” she called out. Nothing. The living room and kitchen were empty. She heard the sound of metal downstairs.

She shook her head and ran to the basement, where Jesse and Walt where halfway through whatever fucking process, cooking meth.

“Assholes,” she snapped, making them both jump and turn their heads.

“El!”

“What is she doing here?” Walter hissed.

“Relax, man, she knows.”

“I thought I told you-“

“Walt, he didn’t tell me shit. I heard you in the hospital. You’ve gotta work on your sneaking game.”

He stared blankly at her.

“You two do realize there’s about to be an open house tour above your heads?”

They looked at each other.

“Idiots,” she sighed and walked down the stairs and sat on the bottom step. Walt and Jesse were wearing masks and Walter tossed one to Ellie.

“I’m not staying for the cookout,” she set it down besides her, “now what do we do about the tour upstairs?”

Walter began getting flustered, he walked up close to Jesse.

“I don’t care how you do it, just keep them out of here,” he said.

“No, I got it,” Ellie stood up, “you two keep cooking or… just try to be quiet and keep the noise down.”

“Are you sure?” Walt asked her.

“Yo, El, if we get caught and you-“

“Jesse, I got this.”

They both stared at her. She mumbled another idiots under her breath as she walked up the stairs. She opened the door a crack and was faced directly with a young girl.

The blonde in her pink sweater stared wide eyed at Ellie. At least she wasn’t wearing a gas mask.

“Hey, sweetie, you can’t go this way, c’mon,” Ellie smiled and nudged her towards the kitchen.

She pushed her dark hair back from her face and straightened up. She was wearing a normal outfit, she looked like a decent, working adult. Things should be fine.

She walked up to the realtor.

“Hi,” she smiled at her, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize when I ordered Jesse’s bed rest there’d be any kind of activity around the house. I’m Doctor Sanders, his physician.”

“Oh,” the woman looked confused but took her outstreched hand and shook it, “you make house calls, huh.”

“He’s a special patient,” she smiled patiently, “the air in his,” here she used air quotes and gave herself a pretentious air, “mobile home isn’t ideal for his recovery so I set him up in the basement. I hope it isn’t too inconvenient for the tour. I mean it sounds better than it looks anyways, right?”

The realtor paused and adjusted her yellow suit coat. “Right. So I’m supposed to just not let them tour a whole section of the house?”

“I mean I personally don’t think the racket would be ideal for my patient,” Ellie shrugged, “and seeing a convalescent figure might also not sell so well.”

***

She walked back downstairs after everyone left, spending most of the time standing against the basement door and directing everyone towards the contingent rooms.

“What’s that smell?” the woman had asked multiple times.

“Probably the oil diffuser, it’s supposed to help him breathe,” Ellie had said.

She’d gotten a grimace in response.

“Y’all done?” she said when the tour had left.

“Done,” Walter was walking out of the basement. “Well… Ellie,” he nodded, gave another look to Jesse and then left.

Ellie laughed.

“Can’t be happy to be seen like this by his star student,” Jesse joked.

“I don’t judge him,” she shrugged. “If that were me… I don’t know. He has a family to think about and he’s lived as a high school teacher with a shit public school payment plan. What’s he leaving them?”

“Yeah. Do you know how long he’s got?”

She shrugged. “Does it matter? It can’t be much if he’s doing this.”

She sat down on the work table and Jesse reacted by quickly making sure nothing fell. She almost smiled at his being careful around something he’d always been so reckless and intuitive with.

“Do you like working with him?”

“I don’t know but, uh,” he sniffed instinctively before walking up to stand in front of her, between her legs, “if you tried the shit we’re cooking… it’s insane. It’s so fucking pure I don’t think anyone who tries it can ever get high on other meth.”

“Really?”

“Do you want to…” he nudged.

She stared into his eyes, struggling to keep her arms at her sides and not reach out and touch his face. He had a playful smile, kept coming slowly closer to her.

“How much did you cook?”

“Four pounds… a bit more.”

“Jesus fuck Jesse! How are you even selling all that?”

“We’re selling it all to Tuco, and he-“

“Wait, the guy who sent you to the hospital?”

“I mean, Mr. White, he made sure-“

“This sounds like the shittiest business model I’ve ever heard.”

She got off the table but Jesse didn’t move back. They stood almost face to face, she looking slightly upwards. She ignored the tension by shaking her head again.

“If-“ she rolled her eyes and pushed him away, reaching for her purse, “I don’t even know…”

“Wait, Ellie-“

“It’s fine. Just be careful. You’re my best friend and I don’t-“ she held on to the bannister of the stairs, “you know. Just be careful, okay?”

“I am. We are.”

“Okay,” she didn’t look back at him.

“Okay,” he kept staring at her.

After a few seconds she finally went up the stairs and out of the house. Best friend. Four pounds in a day? What the fuck. What’s next? Tuco, whoever that is…

Oh, her head was a mess.

#saul goodman x reader #saul goodman x oc #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman x oc #jesse brba #jesse pinkman #brba #walter white #bcs fanfiction #bcs fic #brba oc #brba fanfic #brba imagines #brba fic

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ordon-shield · 1 year

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Febuwhump Day 5 (“That’s Gonna Scar”): Why The Hero’s Shade Lacks An Eye

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Link winced as Zel wrapped the bandage around his head, adjusting it so it lay over the wound that had been slashed across his eye. He’d tried to dodge the attack, but all that had resulted in was his eye being injured instead of his neck.

“It’s not that bad!” he complained. “Hardly a scratch!”

The other man just sighed at him.

“I’m pretty sure that sword was cursed. It’s not the type of wound that can be healed by magic. You’ll be lucky to keep that eye, and it’ll scar for sure.”

Link ignored him. It wasn’t as if he needed both eyes especially much. Sure, it might be a bit of an adjustment for his vision, but he’d managed to adjust to Deku Scrub, Zora, and Goron bodies well enough in the past— compared to that, a lack of binocular vision should be easy.

“I think you just don’t understand because you’re royalty. You’re above the woes of the common people like scrapes and bruises—“

He was cut off as Zel gave him a light whack on the back of his head.

“You do realise that as the future King of Hyrule, I could easily tell the guards to not let you out of the castle until you’re fully recovered?”

“Not even into town?!”

“Not even. And I assure you, I’ve had plenty of scrapes and bruises in my life— Sheikah training isn’t exactly easy.”

Link paused to consider that, and concluded that it was probably true. He’d seen Zel do some pretty impressive things that you wouldn’t expect a prince to be capable of at all, like the time he’d dared him to dared him to jump Gerudo Canyon on horseback when they were fifteen, or when they’d explored under Hyrule Castle together, or the entire situation the two of them had ended up in that had led to his injury, fighting a group of undead warriors in the graveyard of Kakariko Village.

Checking to make sure the bandages were properly tightened— he trusted Zel but it had become habit by now— he got up from where he’d been sitting.

“So, will we stick around and make sure everything is alright here, or head back to the castle?” he asked, hoping for the first option. Zel just laughed at him.

“Castle first. There’s a great fairy there, and if that wound can be healed by her, it won’t be for much longer. We’ll stop to buy some food at the inn in Kakariko, then head down.”

Link sighed.

“Do we have to buy food? There’s plenty edible around here.”

Zel just frowned at him.

“Link, I know that you grew up eating whatever you could find in the forest, but after all this, I’d really appreciate a hot dinner.”

“You know I don’t trust cooked food. Anything that smells that nice has to be a trap!”

As they made their way into Kakariko, bickering as they walked, Link slowly forgot the pain across his face until it felt like nothing was wrong at all.

@febuwhump

#legend of zelda #loz #the legend of zelda #febuwhump 2023 #oot #ocarina of time #oot zelda #oot link #trans zelda #my writing #febuwhump

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beautifulcheesecakecomputer · 1 year

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TLK part 3

The start of forever...

That night they left for the woods little did they know they were about to go on the longest adventure of there live with no transportation but there feet walking over 10,000 miles of rivers,mountains,wild animals, and scavengers, They come to a point were they don't know we're they are, they see a man with dirty long hair and raged clothes and ask him for directions he told them

"Follow the dirt round till you see a brige be careful as you cross it though" then the man walks off

They walk for an hour, they see the bridge with no regard Lilly walk across, Lilly fell about 4 feet and hit sharp water's(not sharp enough to hurt)

"JAMES HELP" James takes off his coat,shirt,boot's and drops all the resources then jumps into the water to save her, he grabs a branch from the side of a tree that was leaning above the water and grabs lilly by her waist to get a better grip and struggles to pull them both out of the moving water

They get back onto the bridge to grab there stuff and they begin to walk until night and quickly find a spot to set up for the night a tent,a fire, and a place to set there wet clothes. That night after they changed into fresh clothes they cooked food on the fire and as they waited Lilly bandaged James scars from the sharp rocks in the water he had jumped into a harsher part of the water than Lilly so she didn't hurt other than but a few scratches, it was her fault he jump into the river, James flipped the food as then helped braid lillys wet hair so it would dry into curls. After they ate they went to bed in there tent.

"Good morning sunshine"

"AH! God James you scared me"

"Sorry"

"Also don't call me 'sunshine' it's weird"

"Okay darling"

"Whatever, let's get our clothes down, eat and be on our way"

"How much longer do we have"

"The maps says over .... 9982 MILES LEFT!"

"WE ONLY WALKED 18 MILES, THIS IS GONNA TAKE FOREVER"

"I know James so we better start walking..... speed walking"

James and lilly started back on the road after cleaning up and started picking up the pace.

"Well let's run for 35 minutes and walk till dawn"

"RUN FOR 35 MINUTES AND WALK TILL DAWN IM GONNA DIE"

"DONT BE A BABY LETS GO!"

At that moment Lilly grabbed his arm and started running and they ran for 35 minutes with 2 minute stops every 5 minutes

"OH God *pant* James that was *pant* horrible"

"I told you *pant* so"

"Do still have to walk till dawn"

"Yes if we want progress"

"Ugh I'm gonna get to skinny from this trip"

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Neither, its a fact"

James and lilly keep walking till dawn and didn't even change or set a tent they just lied down and fell asleep. When Lilly fell asleep James put his arm around her to keep her warm and put his coat on top of both of them.

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closed starter: @amariaustin when: morning, day 2. after things have ... settled a fraction. where: the dining room

Dev felt like shit. Shocker! Though she had managed to sleep, the state she’d woken in took away any potential rest and recovery the night had granted in the first place. She could sense the uneasiness growing amongst her friends, the same uneasiness that had quickly grown in her. And she felt somewhat helpless. Even if the rain let up, she wasn’t in any state to drive. Though her fingers had been cleaned and bandaged and she’d changed into some fresh clothes, she still felt like she was trembling if she let herself sit still for too long. She couldn’t really cook. With bandages on her fingers she’d worry about the cleanliness of the food and her healing skin underneath. And she couldn’t take back the night before. She couldn’t change her decisions, or turn back time. She didn’t even know that it would change anything.

So what could she do? Well, she had one idea that might make everyone feel at least a little better. From the storage room she collected a table cloth. An old plastic-y Christmas one with little Santas skiing around the trim. It wasn’t exactly on theme for this time of year, but it was the thickest one available. They couldn’t get rid of the table, not the sigil scratched into it. But they didn’t have to look at it. Less graceful without the grip of her fingertips, she tried unfolding it. Mid-frustration with a fold that refused to come undone when someone else entered the room. She looked up at the found of footsteps, relieved to see someone connected to them. “ Mind giving me a hand? ” She kicked out the end of the table cloth in his direction. Glancing to the table again before she explained, not sure if it needed explaining, “ I figure we can at least cover it. Might make us feel better. ”

#lmk if u want me to change anythingggggg <3 #interactions.#ft. amari #day two.

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warriorofdragons · 2 years

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Waitin’ on a Cowboy

Word Count: 998

Warnings: Injury

Cole tiredly drags himself through his front door.

He closes and locks it behind him and then lets out a long sigh as he takes off his hat and scratches his head. It had been a grueling mission, one he didn’t walk away uninjured from, and he was exhausted. He glances around the dark interior, he’s not surprised, it’s late and his girlfriend would have definitely have gone to bed already. The cowboy places his hat back on top of his head and continues through his house.

He removes his gun belt and puts his gun and extra bullets back in the gun safe, and then he removes the rest of his gear and unloads his pack. Cole also removes his cowboy boots, those go in his bedroom, but he doesn’t want his walking around in spurs to wake the lady of the house. So he sets them down on the kitchen floor next to the table and uses the guest bathroom to relieve himself and wash any dirt still on his face off.

When he heads back into their kitchen, he opens the refrigerator door and sees a plate of food sitting on one of the shelves, clearly wrapped and set aside. Cole takes it out and closes the door and notices the note left for him on the fridge.

He lifts up the bottom of the piece of paper with his metal hand.

“Cole, wasn’t sure when you would be coming home, so I saved a plate for you in the fridge, Love…” the note reads.

“Honeysuckle,” Cole reads aloud.

He smiles and looks down at the food and then sets it on the counter and removes the plastic wrapping. He heats it up in the microwave and then sits down to eat, making sure to remove his hat first. A home cooked meal is exactly what he needed after the day that he’s had and it warms his heart. After he finishes eating, he quietly rinses his plate off in the sink and then grabs his boots and hat.

Cole turns the knob to their bedroom slowly and opens the door.

He creeps into their bedroom and sets his boots down at the foot of the bed.

Then he looks up at her asleep on her side of the bed and the sliver of light from the crack in the door shines directly onto her outstretched hand, that’s resting palm up with her fingers slightly curled…on his pillow.

Even when she went to bed she was waiting up on him.

Cole smiles and starts to close the door, she starts to stir as the door creaks softly closed and blinking a few times, looks up at him groggily.

“Cole?” she calls sleepily.

“I’m here, Baby,” Cole whispers.

She sits up more, “Cole, are…are you okay? What time is it? Are you hurt?”

“Shh,” he soothes crawling partly into bed with her, “Lay back down, Sweetheart, he says placing his hands on her shoulders.

She lays back against the mattress.

“It’s only a minor injury anyhow,” he says.

“You’re hurt?!” she blurts out, bolting back upright.

He sighs, “I’m fine, I’m fine, I promise. Just lay your head back down and let me get undressed, okay?”

She nods and rests her head on the pillow again.

Cole hangs his hat on it’s hook by the door and unbuttons his shirt and tosses it into the laundry basket. He undoes his belt buckle next and slides the belt out of his pants.

He can feel her eyes on him and he removes his pants slowly, “Enjoying the show?” he teases.

She chuckles softly, “Come here.”

He removes his pants fully and tosses them and then hangs his belt on a hook next to his hat, before pulling back the covers and sliding towards her.

She touches his cheek and leans in to kiss him.

“Cole,” she says against his lips.

“Yeah, Darlin’?” he asks.

“Turn on the light,” she says.

He reaches over to his bedside lamp and flicks it on and he can tell when he turns back to her that she’s scrutinizing him. She rubs his cheek and then her hand trails down his body to the bandaged gash on his right side.

“No broken ribs or anythin’ and my chest piece took most of the damage,” he explains.

She nods silently.

He feels like he’s about to be scolded for not being more careful but she just looks up at him with glistening eyes.

“Shh, Sweetheart,” he says caressing her hand, “Shh.”

She quickly wraps her arm around him, avoiding his injury and he holds her to him.

He buries his face in her hair and inhales.

God, he missed her.

He finally gets what Torbjörn had been talking about all these years with his wife Ingrid. Cole continues to shush her especially when he realizes he can feel something damp against his skin. She pulls back when he adjusts his position and wipes her eye.

Cole reaches out and wipes her eyes with his thumb and then leans in close and kisses both her closed lids, “I’m here now, ok?”

She nods.

Then she leans in and kisses him, “I love you, Cole.”

“I love you too, Honeysuckle,” he says.

He lays down fully and she starts to curl up into his side.

He pulls her even closer and tucks the blankets around them both. She nuzzles her face into his warm chest and he rubs her back.

After a quiet moment or two passes he feels himself starting to drift off and glances down at her and notices the same, so he reaches over and turns the light off.

“I’ll still be here tomorrow, Darlin’, I ain’t goin’ anywhere,” Cole says.

There’s a slight nod in response and he kisses her forehead and she hums.

And then Cole inhales deeply and relaxes into the pillows and the love of his life’s embrace and finally falls asleep.

#cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #overwatch

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