#I don’t care if I’m gonna be their villain forever

[spacerockfloater]

You know what?

I get it, ok? I understand the concept of Rhysand being a morally grey character. I understand that SJM wanted him to be an anti-hero of sorts. I would be totally okay with him doing everything that he did and standing by his actions if he simply said “The only thing that concerns me is myself, my circle and my people. I’m here to protect my interests first and everything else second. I am no hero, I am just someone who puts himself and his sphere first. I am a selfish person and I’m totally okay with that. I do not need anyone’s approval.” I still wouldn’t be his biggest fan, because I do not tend to admire self serving people, but I would totally understand him. In fact, I might have done the same thing. I guess you can never know for sure what your reaction to something would be unless you actually end up in that situation. I get that the average person would protect themselves (themselves = them and their loved ones) but I do believe that admiration should be saved for people who go against the norm. People who actually put their foot down, say no, protest, fight back, risk their lives, experience loss for a greater good. That’s why I admire Khalias, Tarquin, Helion, Tamlin etc. Because they stood up to Amarantha while knowing the consequences of their actions. I wouldn’t admire Rhysand, but I’d support him if he just owned up to his shit and said “Yup, I’m your average person, I don’t care if I come off as the bad guy!”.

But he does not! He wants everyone to applaud him and thank him and feel like they owe him and appreciate him and and and and… Jesus Christ man, you did the bare minimum and you did it all when you had nothing to lose! Thank you so much that you convinced that frigid bitch to murder two dozens of children instead of me and my family, of course I am now forever in your debt! Relax. You were able to talk Amarantha out of directly harming the other High Lords only after you harmed others to gain her favour and you saved the High Lords only because it served you better to keep them alive instead of some irrelevant children fae. I’m sure that your people should be thanking you because you did it all for them after all, but count me the fuck out of it.

Last but not least: ACOTAR Feyre was, obviously, a hero. She was a morally good character. She sacrificed herself for people she didn’t even know. I’m not gonna debate that. I actually loved her in the first book. However, I think she went through a drastic change after her metamorphosis. Her “human heart” is actually no longer human to say the least. I’m not even gonna elaborate on how she became this cruel, unforgiving person that only cared about how people treated her, or how disrespectful she is towards other people like Tarquin because Rhysand made her feel entitled to do so, or how she is responsible for the destruction of two courts that simply seemed like collateral damage if it meant that she would get her revenge on Tamlin. I’m simply going to say that logically speaking, since Feyre stands 100% besides Rhys and everything he did and supports him, she’s also a morally grey person AT BEST, though I do tend to think of both of them as villains because after all, the very definition of a villain is “someone defined by their acts of selfishness, evilness, arrogance, cruelty, and cunning” and like, come on, this screams Feysand.

The term morally grey is so overused. Someone who’s selfish and cunning and cares mostly about themselves is, at least partially, a bad person. A morally grey character is at least half a villain. When did we actually start to equate anti heros with heros?

#acotar critical #acotar #sjm critical #anti rhysand #anti feyre archeron #anti feyre #anti feysand

[perlelune]

no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | xi.

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Hugging your frame, you retreat.

“I think you should leave Coriolanus.”

Your parents frown. He shakes his head.

“I’m not gonna let you deal with this on your own, princess.”

As he reaches for you, you shy away from him. 

“I’d rather be alone forever than be anywhere near you.”

His sky gaze clouds over with anger, the hand falling at his side slowly clenching into a fist.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do, actually.”

Coriolanus gasps. A look of hurt spreads across his features as he gapes at you like you stabbed him in the chest. This is an expression you’ve never seen him wear. You grow uneasy. He turns to your parents and sighs.

“I told you she’d react this way,” he says, sounding dejected. “Between the hormones and…everything else I told you about. I knew she’d be in denial.”

Strabo squeezes his shoulder.

“It’s alright, son. It’s not your fault,” you father says, giving a forlorn smile.

Your mother’s eyes shimmer with concern as she looks at you.

“Sweetie, everyone cares about you here. If we just sat down and-”

A wave of irate heat surges through you. It begins in the pit of your stomach, swelling as you watch Coriolanus’ interactions with your parents. The way they comfort him, hug him. Like he’s more their child than you are. The prodigal son they always wanted.

After all, you are the throwaway child, you’re viciously reminded. The District 2 orphan they graciously took in who never quite met their expectations. Tragically lacking at every turn. A disappointment.

Your palms tingle as your blood starts to boil.

You rush down the stairs.

“No! Ma, Dad…” You seize your mother’s hand. “He lied to me, did things to me. He kept me in his house. He-”

Coriolanus’ brows thread, his eyes misting over with unshed tears.

“If you need to make me the villain in your story to make this okay, princess. Go ahead.” A mirthless chuckle floats from his lips. Once more, he looks at you like you’re the one causing him great hurt, not the opposite. His shoulders slump. “I’ll be the villain if that’s what you need.” He rubs his eyes, sadness twisting his features as he talks to your parents. “I’m sorry. I never realized it’d be this…difficult for her to accept what happened between us.”

“Nothing happened between us!” you shout, tears of frustration pressing behind your eyes.

He scoffs, blue gaze flicking over your belly. “Nothing?”

Your mother cups your face, her expression puzzled. “So Coriolanus isn’t…the father? You two never-” She glances at him then you. “Is William the father of your child then, sweetie?” She caresses your cheek. “We’re not judging you. We just want answers.”

You chew on your lip. Your attention darts from him to your mother, your insides clutching. A lie sizzles your tongue, nearly spilling in desperation, but you quell it. What would be the point? Your mother’s always known you wanted to wait. That was the plan, initially. And William isn’t the one you spent every day with for the last few weeks. Your parents are also aware of that fact.

There’s no doubt who the father is. They know it. You know it. And from the smug way he’s standing by your parents’ side, he also knows it.

“No, it…it can’t be William. It’s Coriolanus,” you admit begrudgingly. The words alone ache as they skip off your tongue. A single tear rolls down your cheek. “But he lied to me, Ma. So much.”

She tilts her head.

“Lied about what?”

Your eyes flood with tears.

“The night of the party, Sejanus-”

Your father’s thunderous voice interrupts your tearful confession.

“Enough!” he curtly rumbles. “You dare bring your brother into this? When Coriolanus was the only real friend he made all these years?”

A shocked exhale leaves your throat. You shake your head, hastily wiping your tears.

“Dad, you don’t understand-”

 “You’re not a child anymore!” he bellows.

His razor-sharp tone has you leap back in fright.

Your voice comes out small.

“Dad?”

He heaves out a deep sigh, pulling out his breast pocket square to dab the fat beads of sweat that have formed on his forehead.

“However this happened, it did.” He takes a deep breath. “Whatever mistakes were made, a child is involved now. A small, innocent child. My grandchild. I will not hear anymore about this senseless teenage drama.” You deflate, your eyes growing wide. The finality in your father’s words pulverizes the last shred of hope within you. “And I will not let my own daughter drag our house into further ruin after losing my only son.” Your father winces, his hand clawing his chest. His knees buckle and he starts sinking onto the floor. Your mother and Coriolanus rush to his side. Your jaw drops. All the color drains from his face. Your mother starts weeping. You go to your father, helping him sit in the living room with your mother and Coriolanus as he takes large gulps of air. It lasts a while, long, horrifying minutes, his wheezing breaths causing your own pulse to race. You begin to wonder if you'll lose a father on top of a brother.

“Breathe, Dad, please…” you whimper, holding his hand.

After some time, it thankfully stops. Your father’s exhales slow down and he regains some color. Relief fills you. You genuinely thought you were about to see your father die right before you.

“Take it easy, Mr. Plinth.”

“Honey, your heart…”

Strabo waves off his wife and Coriolanus as they fuss over him.

“I’m fine,” he assures, his frown returning. His disapproving stare cuts into you. You shrink. “You’re an adult now and you need to start acting like it.”

Your mouth opens then clamps shut. You don’t want to upset him again, not when the argument from before sent him in such a state.

You lower your head. “Y-Yes, dad.”

“Sit down,” he instructs.

“O-Okay.”

You take a dour seat on the opposite couch. 

“Coriolanus, you sit down too,” he adds.

Your stomach sinks. The blond’s eyes find yours across the room. Your father is still recovering, hand on his chest, and your mother is too busy caring for your father. None of them see what you do. The winning glint dancing in his blue orbs and the almost imperceptible smirk as he sits next to you on the couch.

“Of course, Mr. Plinth.”

Once your father is better, he and Coriolanus start discussing the logistics of your new…situation. The entire conversation is a vivid nightmare, making you question your own sanity. You are there, but might as well not be, with the matter-of-fact way your future is being discussed as if everything is already set in stone. 

Your heart skips a beat when Coriolanus promises your parents to marry you before the fall. He says he wants to do it quickly to avoid any gossip, before you start showing, but also provide enough time to make it grand and memorable. It’s a stark contrast to what you and William had in mind. A small, intimate gathering of only your parents and a few of William’s closest friends. You both decided you only really needed the other in the end.

Coriolanus however sounds like he wants the entire Capitol to watch him slip a ring on your finger. 

Your insides curl in horror.

The moment living arrangements are brought up, your heart races.

“I can’t move in with the Snows,” you interject, shocked by what your father just suggested. Though, it shouldn’t surprise you. Your father’s a traditionalist. Of course, he’d agree with Coriolanus that you should move out of their home and swiftly into his.

“You will have no choice. We’re selling the house.” 

You bolt to your feet, your brows grazing your hairline.

“What?”

“The paperwork is already signed.” Your father crosses his arms. “We are moving on the floor below theirs. I had the entire place renovated. It’s quite spectacular, you’ll see.”

A humorless laugh escapes from your throat.

“You can’t be serious.”

“It’ll be good, sweetheart. A fresh start,” your mother assures, rising to clutch your hands in hers. Her hopeful smile sends a wave of queasiness through you.

Your father’s gaze narrows.

“Coriolanus has graciously agreed to salvage your virtue by taking your hand in marriage…or whatever’s left of it, I suppose. You should be grateful he’s allowing you to save face. Many men would shirk the responsibility. You are lucky it was him.”

Your mind races, a million thoughts crowding it at once. 

“When is this move supposed to occur?”

“The entire house will be empty by the end of the week.”

Your breath catches. You give a slow, acrid nod.

“So it’s all been decided. I don’t get a say.” You snicker, backing away from your mom, backing away from all of them. This is a madhouse. Your brother died and they all lost their minds.

…Except for him.

He looks far too content with himself not to understand what he’s done to you, what he’s still doing to you. How could you be stupid enough to trust Coriolanus Snow?

You still remember the way he was at the Academy. Always observing, gauging, weighing in every situation to figure out what to do or say to get himself ahead. Always looking out for himself. You saw things in him that were never there. And now you’re paying the consequences.

“I don’t even know why you asked me to be here. Clearly, as always, you know best, Dad.”

“Sweetie…”

You slap away your mother’s tentative hand. Her mouth falls as heartbreak fills her eyes.

“May I be excused, Father?” you snap.

“You may,” he replies with a similar tone.

Turning your back to everyone in the room, you make a beeline for your room. 

The faint knock on your door is ignored as you bury your head further in your pillow. You don’t want to talk to anyone right now. No one in this house anyway. You have been betrayed. Sold out. Abandoned. By your own parents, no less. If Janus were here, this wouldn’t have happened, you’re sure of it. He always stood for what’s right. He never let anyone hurt you. He’d have never doubted a word coming out of your mouth. Your brother’s death left you prey to a monster.

“You shouldn’t have left the way you did. I knew you weren’t ready.”

Your head whips up. Adrenaline pours in your blood as you find Coriolanus leaning against your bedroom door. He locks it shut and you sit up immediately.

“All of this could have been avoided.”

“Leave me alone,” you hiss, shrinking in a corner of your bed.

Coriolanus frees a long, weary breath. He takes sluggish steps across your room. You tense when he sits on your bed. His deceptively soft voice propels ice in your veins.

“Like I said before, it doesn’t have to be like this. You’re making this harder than it has to be, princess.” He strokes your ankle. Bile rises in your throat. “I’ll be a good husband, a good father. I’ll take care of you, just like I promised.”

“How can you even be sure I’m pregnant?” you chance, hoping to erode that frustrating certitude laced in his tone. “It was just two or t-three times. It could be a mistake…”

A lopsided slant tugs his lips skywards.

“A mistake? After all the time I spent making sure it takes?” Befuddlement knits your brows. A chilling expression settles over the blond’s features. He chuckles. “Oh princess, god you are so sweetly naive. It wasn’t just three times.” A sinking feeling spreads through you. Coriolanus inches close to you, a small smile creeping on his face. “You know me, I’m a lot more thorough than that.”

You tremble, disarmed by his statement.

“What do you mean? It was. I remember…”

He arches his brow. “Do you?” Coriolanus cocks his head, fondling the side of your face. “You know, you look so pretty when you sleep. Vulnerable, defenseless. You also make such lovely noises. I mean, how could one resist…” You shudder, your eyes growing wide as saucers. “I’m glad the tea helped you find rest. You seemed so at peace. Like that sleeping princess in the fairytale. You never stirred, never woke up, never screamed. Not even once. You just kept making those sweet little noises…” His smile broadens, crooked and taunting. “Like you couldn’t get enough of it.”

You gasp and leap from your bed. The implication behind his words makes your head throb, queasiness engulfing your entire being.

All those times you awoke feeling strange, your body tired in a way that didn’t make sense. 

Now it makes all the ghastly sense.

A sinkhole opens beneath you, the blood seeming to drain from your body all at once.

You stagger backwards until your back collides with the wall, the only thing keeping you on your feet as your knees threaten to give out.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Get out of my room.”

“I’ll come back tomorrow,” he announces matter-of-factly as he gets to his feet. He sighs. “Hopefully you’ll have calmed down so we can have the rest of your things moved to the penthouse.”

As your quivering frame clings to the wall, Coriolanus snorts.

“Cheer up, princess. You have a bright future ahead of you. I can already see us. Me as President and you as my beautiful First Lady. They will love you, I know it. Especially in the districts.”

“You’re…”

“Crazy?” he finishes. He approaches you. You’re paralyzed as he frames your jaw and articulates, “Not crazy. Focused.” His thumb skims over your bottom lip. “Which means when I want something, I usually get it.” His eyes twinkle. “Snow lands on top.”

He drops a quick kiss on your cheek.

“See you tomorrow, princess,” he chimes. You remain still until he unlocks the door and disappears through it. When he’s gone, you let yourself crash onto the floor, unable to hold yourself up anymore.  

You listen for the car outside, the sign of Coriolanus’ departure. Once the revving of the vehicle stops, only silence remaining, you make a mental checklist. You set aside the turmoil inside you, bottling every emotion tight. A warm coat. The sturdiest boots in your closet. Perhaps a dress or two. Sensible pants. Just in case. That stash of money Dad hides beneath a drawer in his study in case of emergencies. What else do you need? 

The more you mull it over, the more determined you become.

In a few hours, Coriolanus will return to take you away. He will not find you.

You will make sure of it.

As you rush through the cold streets of the Capitol, you keep pulling on the hood of your coat. Your panicked gaze darts across the night, your heart jumping every time so much as an alley cat crosses your path. Paranoia creeps in, making your nerves flare and your heart drum. 

What if Coriolanus had you followed? What if he was just waiting around a corner to drag you back to his house? Nothing is impossible nowadays. It might be silly but even as you snuck outside your childhood home, eyes seemed to trail your every step. Still, even as you peer around you, you find nothing but darkness crowding your sight. 

Your feet bounce as you linger on the doorstep. You hesitate before knocking, your fear and insecurities colliding inside you. You tremble as the chilly wind seeps through your coat. This could go so horribly wrong. You were so stupid. 

It would make all the sense in the world if he turned his back on you now. You wouldn’t even blame him. It’s what you deserve.

But before you can brace yourself to knock again, the door opens in front of you.

Overwhelmed with emotions, you toss your arms around him.

“William!”

He doesn’t move at first, frightfully still as you latch onto him. Your chest wrenches. Did you lose him as you feared? 

However, to your utter surprise, his warm, familiar hand sweeps over your back.

He lifts your chin.

“What’s going on…Are you okay?”

Whatever resentment he may have held onto, there is nothing but fondness and worry glistening in his forest gaze now. As if you never ripped his heart from his chest. As if you never left his loving embrace.

You grip the lapels of his shirt.

“William, I know what I said. I know you probably hate me…but I need to leave this place. Tonight.” Your voice warps with tears. “And I don’t want to do it alone.”

His brows draw together, confusion painted on his boyish features. He steps back to check you over. “Wait, slow down. Did something happen? Are you hurt?”

“I’m pregnant.”

William stares at you for a long time. Shock, hurt and a million other emotions fleet across his face. Guilt flickers through you. You should have had this conversation with him a while ago.

He bites on his thumb and chuckles but it’s bereft of any amusement. He paces across the room for a while, looking at everything but you. Your heart shatters as you watch him. You didn’t want to put him through this.

He stops in front of you eventually, his mouth tight and his gaze sharp.

“Tell me everything. For once, I want the truth.”

“William, we don’t have time. In a few hours-”

He cuts you off sternly. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you talk to me.”

Your shoulders sag.

“Right, that’s fair.” You gnaw on your lip. “I-I just don’t know where to start.”

He closes the door behind you. You let him take your hand and escort you to the living room. He points for you to sit across from him. William studies you, his hands joined in front of his face. His intense stares bears a hole into you. You fidget, wondering what he’s thinking. His face is hard to read. 

William releases a deep breath before running a hand through his tousled curls.

“How about you start at the beginning?” he says, his eyes diving into yours.

#dark!coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #tbosas fanfiction #dark!coriolanus snow x reader

[save-the-villainous-cat]

villain comforting a VERY beaten hero, platonic cuddling and lots of tears pls

have a nice day <3

“I’m not dead,” the hero whispered.

And yet they were hooked to an IV. And yet they hadn’t been able to breathe on their own for hours. The villain took in a deep breath. Of course, they were angry. Of course, the villain had been losing their mind in this hospital.

Quiet panic attacks in bathroom stalls, litres of coffee, endless questions for the nurses — this day had been way too long for their liking.

“I’m not dead,” the hero repeated a little louder this time. They sat up in bed and their face made horrible grimaces. As they looked around in excruciating pain, they saw the IV and reached for it.

“Hey, what are you doing?” The villain grabbed their wrist before the hero could rip it out.

The villain was sure they didn’t look much better than the hero; they hadn’t slept in forever.

“Lay back,” the villain said gently. They put a hand on the hero’s shoulder and pressed them back into the hospital bed. “It’s a miracle that you’re alright. Thank god you hit the gym. Your fitness basically saved you. Your heart was strong enough to keep you alive.”

The hero sighed and took the villain’s hand. They didn’t seem to be fully aware of it, so the villain just let it happen.

“I’m fine. It’s not a big deal,” the hero said. They closed their eyes. “I’m not dead, I’m okay.”

“You may not care what happens to you but I do. Do you think it was easy to call the ambulance and then disappear into thin air? Only to rush to the hospital as a civilian? Do you think it was easy to watch you bleed out? Do you think it was easy—”

“Shh.” The hero’s thumb rubbed over the villain’s knuckles a few times. They opened their eyes. “Please don’t cry.”

The villain swallowed. They had spent a lot of time with their conflicted feelings throughout the night. Mostly, they had tried to bury them but now that the hero was talking to them, they couldn’t help but splinter a little.

They wiped tears out of their eyes but it didn’t matter: they kept dropping anyways.

“Please…” the villain whispered. “Please don’t send me away like that ever again.”

Not even the hero’s hand in theirs felt strong. The hero was weak, too frail to function properly. All the villain could do was fall to their knees and pray for the hero’s health until their knees bled.

“I’m not going to the gym anymore,” the hero said. “I just fight with you a lot. So, I guess you saved me after all.”

They paused and closed their eyes again. The villain could see a sparkling tear roll down the hero’s cheek. Probably overwhelmed and tired, they leaned back.

Although they didn’t want to admit it, the villain felt responsible for everything. They had always had a special gift of blaming themselves. The hero looked at them through half-lidded eyes.

“I’ve never had any visitors in the hospital before. Thank you.” Their voice was soft, yet raspy. “And I’m sorry for sending you away. I thought I’d be fine.”

The hero had told the villain it was their last wish: for the villain to go home.

“I was scared and I didn’t want you to watch me die,” they said.

“You’re not gonna leave the bed for quite a while. I’ll chain you to it if I have to.” The villain stood up from their chair and sat down on the bed. “Let’s take a break from all this. You’ve suffered enough for several lifetimes.”

The hero smiled softly and then, they squeezed the villain’s hand.

#I hate them #they make me sick #I didn’t make them cuddle cuz I thought it would hurt the hero #and the villain wouldn’t wanna hurt em yknow #hope that’s alright #writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #h/c

[lillylvjy]

You’re the only thing I need (with me)

A/n// hi! So yes this is a small little blurb! It’s kind of everywhere but it’s been in my drafts for forever so why not. It’s something to post as I finish request! This is a villain au. Not exactly Siren Wilbur but, you can think of it as him. Enjoy:)

Warnings// swearing, blood, Wilbur gets injured, bandaging someone??, kissing, making out, mention of a hickey, some sexual innuendos but nothing big, please tell me if I missed anything loves:)

“Is that blood?!” You ask with a worried voice as you walk over to him.

“Don’t worry it’s not mine.” Wilbur waves you off as he places one hand on his stomach, and one on his knee as he tries catching his breath.

“That’s supposed to reassure me?!” You yelled at him, wide eyes looking at him like he was crazy.

“Um… yea?” Wilbur questions back as he gets up and walks over to you. “I’m fine. A couple scratches but nothing big. ” He says as he takes off his mask and smiles at you as his eye sight readjust to the lights in the house.

You shake your head and look at him. That’s when you see the big red stain on his shirt. “Nothing big my ass. Wilbur! What happened?”

He grunts as you move his hand and pull up his shirt to see a big gash on his lower abdomen. “Ok maybe I got nicked with a knife, but it’s nothing too extreme!”

You scoffed at his attempted at trying to reassure you as he bled out in front of you. “Ok, um, follow me. Quickly!” You say as you walk to the bathroom and rummage around for the first aid kit you always kept in the closet.

As Wilbur finally caught up to you, you quickly grabbed the kit and set it down on the counter. “Ok take of your coat and shirt please.” You instructed as you gathered everything you would need.

“Darling, if you wanted me to get undressed,” Wilbur was cut off by a grunt as he pulled his shirt over his head. “all you had to do was ask.”

You looked over at Wilbur, quickly making eye contact, then moving your gaze down his body to his torso. You bit your lip as you quickly looked away and gathered everything. “Shut it.”

Wilbur chuckled as he smirked at the look on your face. “So, are you just gonna let me bleed or are you going to help?” Wilbur asked as you put the rubbing alcohol on a small hand towel.

“Well maybe if you weren’t trying to flirt with me,” you make eye contact with him again as you placed the towel on the wound. “I would be done.”

Wilbur hissed at the pain as you cleaned up the gash. “Well, maybe you need to stop egging me on.”

“I’m egging you on? I think your ego’s just too big.” You smirked as you finished cleaning up the wound and saw just how deep it was. The gash was a nasty one, yet a clean one, so it would be easier to bandage and to take care of.

As you put gauze and antibiotic cream on the wound and wrapped it up, you placed your hands on Wilbur’s hips and examined your handy work. Yes, it wasn’t the first time you’ve done this, but it never got easy seeing him like this. Hurt and in pain from something you couldn’t control. You hated how ruthless he was when he came into a close contact with a so called “hero”. You just wanted him safe.

You sighed as you looked up at him. “What happened?” You asked him as you grabbed his hand and kissed it.

Wilbur sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. “You know. Saw some stupid little heroes. Thought it was a good idea to rile them up. And I ended up getting sliced open. Good?” Wilbur asked, his tone filled with frustration and annoyance.

You furrowed you eyebrows as you looked at him. “Wil. What. Happened-“

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.” Wilbur pointed to the wound that was neatly wrapped up. “I just- I need a break Y/n. I want to actually have a life. Not just be this person everyone sees as the villain. I want to be with you. I want to be, free.” Wilbur shakily sighed as he looked down at his hands and played with them. Tears threatened to spill out of them as you tilted his head up to look at you. As smile sadly at him as his eyes rested to look into yours.

“And I’m here to help. I want you to take break. Forever at that. You are not a villain Wilbur. You are one of the sweetest, most kindest people I know. People need to realize that the news and the government are all fucking lying to them. You are the good person. Not those stupid hero’s. And you will be with me. Hell, we can move up by Phil and Tom. I bet we could find something there.” You said to him as you moved the hair that fell in front of his face, behind his ear. “You, William, are ineffable. And you need to realize that, ok? I love you. And I’m by your side, always.” You said sternly as you looked him in the eyes and admired the emotion he held in them. Love, determination, longing.

Wilbur smiles down at you as he leant down and pushed his lips onto yours. The kiss was slow yet, it didn’t really feel like a kiss as you and Wilbur both smiled into the kiss. You pulled away as you started giggling as you rested your head on his.

“What?!” Wilbur laughed at you as you fell onto the ground from laughter.

Soon enough, you calmed down and took a deep breathe and stood up. “Nothing, nothing.” You said with a big smile on your face.

Wilbur just smiled at you as he grabbed your waist and pulled you to stand between his legs. You placed your hands behind his neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “You, darling, make me insane.”

“In a good way?”

“Always.” Wilbur smirked up at you as he pulled you closer to him and brought your lips into a bruising kiss. Now this kiss, rough and deep, made Wilbur’s mission to make you know how much he loved you clear as day. As the kiss deepened and got more desperate, and as wilbur started to go down your neck, kissing ever so roughly, you quickly pulled his head away.

“Yeah no. You need to rest.” You quickly put an end to the make out session as Wilbur pouted at you as you walked over to the mirror, seeing your lips all swollen and red, as well as a small red mark on your neck.

You turned to Wilbur as you pointed to your neck. “Really?!”

“What?! I haven’t done it in a while. And plus people need to know you’re taken-“

“Oh please. I think people already know.” You rolled your eyes at him as you picked everything up.

“Yeah but it’s a good reminder.” Wilbur said as he got up with a grunt and hugged your from behind. You looked at him in the mirror and smiled at him.

“Whatever you say pretty boy.” You smiled as Wilbur pecked your cheek before turning you around and picking you up bridal style. “Wilbur! Put me down!” You whined as he threw you onto your shared bed and jumped on top of you, causing you to groan at the heavy weight.

“If I need rest, you’re resting with me.”

“Ok fine.” You sighed as your played with his hair.

“I mean- unless you don’t want to sleep-“

“Wilbur I swear to god-“

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#lilly writes #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur dream smp #dsmp wilbur #wilbur mcyt #x reader

[sparkles-and-trash]

Dabi is starting to suspect Hawks is looking down on him, or even worse; pitying him.

It’s fucking infuriating.

It started out small, with things he barley noticed.

The only reason he did was that he was so good at his job, which was currently watching the stupid bird’s every move.

Just work stuff.

Anyways, the first things Dabi noticed was how Hawks always fucking… hovered around him.

Not in a nosey way, but in an almost nervous way.

Like he thought Dabi was gonna break in two if a gust of wind hit him or something.

Then it was the food.

Stupid bird, always bringing «extra food he had left over», as if Hawks ever had any left over food.

One especially chilly night they were out keeping watch over something, the stupid hero even tried to give Dabi his ugly ass hero jacket.

It took all of Dabi’s self control not to light the thing on fire.

It all made Dabi even more snippy and short tempered than usual, and everyone was getting tired of it.

Except Hawks, who somehow didn’t seem to notice at all.

This whole thing might have gone on forever, if it weren’t for the last straw breaking during a small confrontation with some low level thugs.

Hawks and Dabi had been standing side by side as the thugs were getting fired up, and Dabi was getting bored and ready to just put an end to this.

But just as he got ready to move, Hawks stepped in front of him with a feather blade in hand, wrapped a wing around Dabi and pushed him to the side as he scared the idiots who ran off right away.

«What the fuck, Hawks?!» Dabi spat as he spun around to face the hero.

Hawks looked like he had no clue what Dabi was referring to.

«What? Were they secret friends of yours of something?» he asked with a grin.

Dabi didn’t laugh.

«Listen here little bird,» Dabi growled as he stepped closer to the dumbfounded bird.

«I know I’m not some big strong hero, and that I’m literally falling apart at the seams,» he continued, voice low as he ended up caging the smaller man against the brick wall.

Hawks just looked up at him with big, confused eyes, mouth agape.

«but that does NOT give you the right to fucking pity me, to act like I’m some little civillian needing your saving!»

When he finished, his face was so close to Hawks’ that the only thing he can see is the gold of his eyes.

A small, startled noise makes it way out of Hawks’ mouth, and Dabi takes a small step back and looks at him like he grew an extra head.

«Did you just fucking CHIRP at me?!»

Hawks threw his glowed hands over his mouth as his face flushed red.

«No!» he muffled out before slowly removing his hands.

«Yea you did!» Dabi gasped, poiting an accusing finger at the others face.

The hero sighs deeply and avert his eyes.

«Maybe, yeah,» he mumbled, and Dabi shakes his head, at a loss of words.

«But I don’t think you’re weak!» Hawks says, somewhat desperatly, and grabs Dabi’s arm gently.

Dabi just huffs and rolls his eye.

«I don’t!»

Dabi slowly turns his head to look at the hero again, raising his eyebrows to keep the bird talking.

«I just… I care about you, you idiot!»

Hawks’ little outburst makes Dabi’s eyes pop open.

«You… care? About me?» the villain asks, slowly.

Hawks huffs and crossed his arms.

«Unfortunatly, yeah. But right now I’m having trouble remembering why.»

Dabi rolls his eyes, but his chest does give a little flutter.

Weird.

«First of all, I’m fucking delightful, so that’s obviously why,» Dabi says with a smalm smirk, and to his relief he hears Hawks huff out a chuckle.

«Treating me like a helpless idiot is kinda a weird way to show it tho, don’t you think?» Dabi pushes, and Hawks lets out an awkward chuckle.

«I could blame the hero thing, would you believe that?» he asks, and Dabi rolls his eyes.

«What do you think?»

Hawks sighs, and rubs the back of his neck.

A nervous habit.

«It’s a bit of a bird thing?» Hawks finally admits.

Dabi just blinks at him.

«Bird… thing?»

Hawks nods.

«Bird thing,» he says solemnly.

Dabi’s not sure what else to do, or say, or think, so at that point he just does the only thing that feels right, and grabs the silly birds pretty face and kisses him silly.

Judging by the way Hawks’ chirps into the kiss, and how his wings flutter and flap softly, that was the right move after all.

Silly fucking bird.

#dabihawks #Dabi #Hawks #Dabi x Hawks #Hawks x Dabi #keigo takami #Touya todoroki #toukei #Touya x keigo #keigo x touya #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[ofmermaidstories]

From your posts so far I feel like you have such a wide variety of understanding complex characters. How do you think you would tackle writing for Todoroki Touya, and have you ever considered any storyline for him? What kind of civilian reader do you think you’d craft for him if so?

beyond a post-canon bonnie and clyde AU, i’ve never really seriously considered a fic for dabbers. 🧐 he’s a fun character in canon, but to me that’s because he’s a walking tragedy—his hatred and desperation for his father. his resentment of his perfect baby brother. the way both of those things blindside him to his other brother, his sister, their mum. i don’t see him as like, the fun flirty bad boy that i think was a given read of him, earlier in BNHA—i think what he eventually goes through will profoundly change him, if he lives. it’ll take hard work for him to get to a place where he can be like, happy with the family that’s reaching out to him—his father, his mother, his siblings…. his perfect baby brother.

for a post-canon dabbers fic, i’d probably strike at the in-between time between him physically and mentally healing—like, his injuries have been treated, he’s gotten physical therapy. maybe he has a prosthetic arm like his arm, or a cane to help him walk but he can do things, he can physically be apart of the world again—but he still bubbles with his resentment. touya’s a massive fazacon in canon and everyone who disagrees with me can argue with a wall LMAOOO i’m right about this forever, but like, for a x reader fic i think that means competition for his attention on a very base level, you know? like, how do you bond with and romance a guy that’s constantly sour about how his father ruined his life??? to me that means you benefit best from having a Reader-insert who either has their own baggage, or is nihilistic enough to laugh his off LOL. and i think if you’re going to make them both like, kinda unrepentant assholes, you’re almost obligated to give them a happy ending??? or rather—that’s how i would write it. like with the dabi/bonnie & reader/clyde idea, i would set it up so that they both think they’re gonna die at the end of it, that the reader (lowercase) thinks they’re gonna die, that endeavour and rei and the todo siblings (minus Shouto) think they’re gonna die—and then at the end they don’t. one of them—maybe dabi himself, because i think we owe him that chance—tries to pull a stunt that like, lets Reader live, say. maybe he meets up with his perfect baby brother at some stage during the Crime Spree and it’s Shouto who’s like, I can help you. I can help both of you, please let me, and at first Dabi’s furious (how fucking dare this useless squirt of endeavour’s hot fucking snot talk to him like a hero) but then. you know. he gets attached like a chump, or whatever. maybe he sees more of himself in you than he wanted to, or maybe being outside of the careful, clinical surveillance he was under before means he has to confront like—what the point of it all is, you know? he failed in killing his father, his baby brother, himself. he got patched together and now endeavour’s grovelling like a worm for forgiveness Touya doesn’t want to give him, almost (it’s not atonement or forgiveness he wants—he wants the family he should’ve had, the power he should’ve had from birth, perfect and whole). and it’s like—the choice is either go out in a blaze of glory or…. i don’t think he’d even let himself imagine it, LOL. you and him and your fucked up issues like linen in the cupboards of some cute little house with a tidy fence around it? bullshit. pathetic.

(but you patch each other up. and the way you laugh when someone eats shit trying to run during one of your robberies makes him think of his days with the League of Villains—the way everyone was so unrepentative in what they were after, the hurt they wanted to inflict. And yet Toga’s out there somewhere, getting rehabilitated back into society and last Touya heard Spinner was working with heteromorph discrimination programs after a rough recovery—and you could still make it, he thinks in disdain. He’s on his last, last chance but you—you could still have that tiny home, somewhere. The linen cupboards that hold more than the issues that sent you to the same centre he was languishing in. You could still have a future, and later that night when you’re asleep he walks away from the car you’ve traded (stolen) the van in for—and calls his perfect baby brother, who answers the phone silently, waiting.

“You wanna help?” Touya asks, dry. “Then help, Hero.”)

#ofmermaidstories-asks

[dethronetheveil]

Like a Villain | Part Three

Pairing: Noah x OC (Christie/Chris)

Warnings: mention of m*rder, cursing, making out, mentions of mental illness, going missing

Synopsis: Part Three- Chris tries to find out if Noah is okay, and it turns out Noah had the same idea. The two spend some more up close and personal time together. That is, until Noah goes ghost.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tag List: @ladyveronikawrites , @catj422 , @asilentsiren [lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part!]

I sprung up out of bed and allowed my body to carry me to the front door of my apartment. It was as if I were in a dream-like state, because my mind was not processing a single thing that was happening, but my body was carrying me forward. Before I could even slip on shoes, my hand was reaching for the handle of the door, and I was shaken out of my state of comatose, when Noah was standing at my front door, half-dressed and sleepy-eyed. My body seemed to stumble into his arms, as I haphazardly hugged him.

“Oh my God, Noah, I thought it was you. I don’t know why that was my first thought, I was just worried, and I got up the moment I saw the notification, and-” my mouth was racing my brain and unfortunately my brain was losing. That was until Noah wrapped his long arm around my back and began to trace random shapes onto my shirt with his fingers. I could tell he just wanted me to shut up, but he was too nice to say that to my face. His method worked, and I no longer felt like talking. I just wanted to stand here, warmed by his embrace. But, my brain finally caught up to everything, and this caused me to take a step back, disconnecting our bodies.

“Wait, why were you already at my door?”

Noah dropped his arms, almost as if he had been defeated, “I-I came to check on you. I think I had the same thought as you… you can never be too careful.”

“Well, I’m okay. D-did they figure out who was… killed?”

Noah just shook his head and looked down. I could tell that his hands were shaking, and this was the first time I realized these murders must be getting to him just as much as they were getting to me. I gently placed one of my hands on top of his, and his shaking slowed to a stop. He raised his head slightly and just grinned. I knew this was his way of telling me, ‘thank you.’

We stood like this for a few seconds and then Noah pulled his hands away with a short cough, “Um, well, now that I know you’re safe I should probably-” he pointed behind him with his thumb and began to stumble backwards.

“Uh, Noah?”

“Yea?”

“I-I know we haven’t known each other long, and this might come off as a little weird, but, um…” I didn’t know what was about to come out of my mouth. I think my lips just started to move and I didn’t have enough time to stop them, “Um, could you stay with me tonight?”

I placed my hands on my hips, immediately wanting to take back what I had said. What the fuck was I thinking? We had just met and now I probably just freaked him out. I don’t know if I had asked him to stay over because I was genuinely scared of the murders or if I just wanted an excuse to lie with him. Maybe both? But, this was not the time. As I was internally cursing myself out, Noah let out a soft chuckle, “Are you scared of the boogeyman?”

I couldn’t help but blush. I felt like I was back in middle school, flirting with my crush, but this time I was inviting someone in my home to sleep in my bed. It was a little different, I’d say. “Well, if the boogeyman is gonna take me out, then yea, I’m a little paranoid.”

“Damn, I didn’t realize the boogeyman was taking you out too.”

I knew exactly the joke Noah was making, and in the spirit of feeling like I was back in middle school, I playfully hit his arm, but I couldn’t help but laugh, “Yea, seems like you’ve got some competition.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not scared.”

My laughter was still echoing through the courtyard, and I finally took a deep breath to quiet myself. Noah and I stood there just looking at each other for what seemed like forever, before I started rocking back and forth on my heels, “Soo?”

“Oh yea, I forgot. Sure. I’ll stay with you. Wouldn’t want the boogeyman to get you.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but secretly I was gushing inside. It felt like my limbs were on fire, especially when I grabbed his hand in mine and pulled him through my front door into my apartment.

He took a moment to look around, “Ah, so this is what it’s like to come through the front door of this place.”

I laughed. I forgot just a few short hours ago, Noah had snuck through my window and scared the shit out of me, and now I am inviting him into my bed. This seemed like a bad idea, but again, something about him made me trust him. He was a comforting presence to be around, and he seemed like he knew how to cuddle.

I started walking to my room, and he obediently followed. I flipped my light on and sat on the edge of my bed. I watched as he picked up every small trinket I owned and inspected it, like it was some great wonder of the world. He didn’t ask any questions about the items, but maybe he just wanted to speculate and keep whatever ideas he had about them as that. Just speculations. He finally placed the last trinket down on my dresser and took a deep breath. On his release, he took a step towards me and looked right at me.

“So, do you want me to sleep on the floor?”

A wave of disappointment washed through me. Of course he would want to sleep on the floor. It would be weird of him not to ask. We had just met. He probably thought I was crazy. “If you want to,” I tried to answer as enthusiastically as possible, so he couldn’t sense what I was truly feeling.

“D-did you have another idea?”

I could feel my cheeks turning red once again, “No, no. I just-”

“I can sleep in the bed with you. If that’s what you want, Chris.”

Despite my better judgment, I just nodded and patted the mattress next to me, signaling for him to come sit next to me. He knew immediately what I meant and he just smiled and sat next to me. I could tell we were both nervous, even though just hours ago we had kissed for the first time. That didn’t mean we were automatically ready to jump each other’s bones though. Not that I thought that that’s what would happen. Noah was looking down at his lap, and I couldn’t help but look over at the clock on my bedside table. It was already 1am, but it honestly wasn’t as late as I had expected it to be.

“Should we try and get some rest,” I asked.

“Yea, yea. That would probably be good.”

I just nodded and turned my bedside lamp on and stood up to turn the overhead light off. I walked back to the bed and Noah was already under the covers, but because he was so tall, his feet were sticking out of the end of the covers and over the mattress. I couldn’t help but laugh at this image. He was like a giant, but he already agreed to sleep here. I could tell he was rethinking this decision.

“Comfy?” I asked through laughs.

“Oh, I bet you’re loving this.”

“Oh, I very much am. You should see yourself.”

“Oh yea?” He jumped up from the bed and grabbed me at the waist. It all happened in one swift motion and I felt myself gasp as he grabbed me off my feet. I scream-giggled as he gently threw me on the bed. He held himself up over me and I could tell he was breathing hard from all of that commotion.

“Don’t tell me I was that heavy.”

“Oh, shut up, Chris.”

“Hmm, I don't think I wi-”

Before I could finish, Noah’s lips were already pressed against mine. He was still holding himself up over me and I wanted him closer. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of me. The kisses started slow and methodical and became messier and rougher as time passed. Our lips always found one another, no matter how sloppy our kisses got.

After a few minutes of this, I wrapped my legs around his back. I wanted to feel every inch of him against me. He felt safe and warm. I could tell this drove him crazy, because he disconnected his lips from mine and began placing sloppy kisses against my neck. My breathing became heavier as my hands made their way up into his hair. My fingers nestled in his scalp, and every time his lips touched my skin, my fingers pulled against the strands of his hair. This caused Noah to begin to suck against the skin of my collar bone. I let out soft sighs, causing his lips to explore down the front of my chest, all the way to my torso. My body was on fire, and it felt like there were 1000 bees buzzing beneath my skin. The feeling of exhaustion and arousal mixed together to create a feeling of bliss.

Noah made his way back up to my mouth and continued to kiss me as though he were never going to have the chance to kiss me again. It felt so good to be able to kiss him again. I had been thinking about our kiss since it had ended. I couldn’t stop thinking about his lips against mine. Noah snapped me out of my daze by removing his lips from mine. I couldn’t help but pout a bit. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Noah just chuckled.

“C’mon, don’t look so sad.”

“Well, you stopped kissing me, so…”

Noah placed a soft kiss against my forehead and smiled, “There you go.”

“Thank you,” I chuckled softly.

“I have wanted to do that since I first saw you,” Noah said.”

“What? Kiss my forehead?”

“No, no. Everything else,” he chuckled and shook his head. He then yawned and looked over at my clock, “But, it is 2:12 in the morning and I did come over so we could sleep, so we should probably do that.”

I sighed with a tinge of annoyance, “Okay, you’re probably right.”

“I always am,” he smiled and wrapped himself in the covers.

“Hey! You can’t take all the covers for yourself,” I laughed.

“Then come and get under them with me.”

“You’re cheeky,” I replied, but got under the covers with him anyway. I curled up against him and already started getting more tired as we lay next to each other.

“Good night, Chris,” he said with a yawn.

I leaned over and turned the lamp off, “Good night, Noah.”

***

I woke up that morning from the sun peaking through the curtains of my room. I rubbed my eyes and felt around my bed, expecting Noah to still be laying there. He was gone. My heart dropped to my stomach. Why did he leave? Did I freak him out? Or was it something worse? I crawled out of bed and paced around my room for a beat to try and calm myself and get my thoughts in order. He probably just had to leave early because he had work or something going on. I made myself believe that was the case, otherwise, I was going to freak myself out too much. And, it wouldn’t hurt to text him and see why he had to leave so early.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone from the bedside table. I texted Noah ‘Hey, hope everything’s okay. Why’d you leave so early?’ I hit send and threw my phone onto my bed. I didn’t want to look and see if there would be a notification. Sending texts like that always stressed me out. I always thought they would freak people out. Maybe I was just too in my own head. I picked my phone back up, and there was nothing yet. But, it was still early. I had to give it time. I walked out of my room, phone in hand and started making myself breakfast. Maybe he would reply by the time I was done. I was wrong. He still hadn’t texted back, but it still hadn’t been that long since I had sent the text. I just had to keep going on with my day. Keep myself distracted. I wasn’t going to let this get to me.

After about four hours, Noah still hadn’t texted me back and I was beginning to worry. Maybe I did scare him off. My mind began to wander and overanalyze everything I did in the past day that he could have considered weird or off-putting. My mind decided that it could have been anything I did, and this was driving me crazy. I needed answers, so I decided to text him again. ‘Hey, Noah. Did I do anything?’

I sent this and really did not look at my phone this time. I didn’t look at it until the next morning. Still no reply. Something was seriously wrong. Now I was actually worried.

***

It had been a week and five unread texts later and Noah was still nowhere to be seen, or heard from, or literally anything. It was like the dude had fallen off the edge of the world. But, the murders didn’t stop, and neither did my stress. I thought of him every day. Every time there was a new murder, I was expecting it to be his face that showed up as the next victim. I could not handle this.

I had to sleep alone again, but there wasn’t much sleeping being done. I had called out of work for days at a time, just because my anxiety was so debilitating. This was insane. I had never obsessed over a guy like this. But, it could also be because every day I didn’t know if he was dead or alive.

This continued for days on end, until one day, I was taking a walk around the courtyard and I felt a buzz in my jacket pocket. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but my first thought was ‘What if this is Noah?’ I decided to let it wait. If it was Noah, he didn’t deserve my immediate reply anyway. And if it wasn’t Noah, then it would just set me off again. I waited a couple of minutes, not noticing that I was walking in a circle around the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, and I finally dug my phone out of my pocket.

The text was from a number I did not recognize, so my heart immediately dropped. It wasn’t Noah. I read the text anyway, because I was already looking at my phone. But, the text was not what I expected. It read, ‘Chris. It’s Noah. Come to my apartment.’

#bad omens #bad omens cult #noah sebastian #bad omens band #noah sebastian fic #like a villain fic

[kamomie]

Frequent q!Foolish defense statements and my response(long read btw):

Why are people calling q!Foolish a traitor over one lie? And why are people treating him so harshly and hating on him, in comparison to others?

I don't know why q!Foolish defenders are so adamant about that one lie, when it's clear that it's just one part of the whole issue. Arresting his friends, believing the federation over his friends, not caring all too much about what will happen to his friends, then his lie, him being purposefully deceitful when people ask him questions about what is going on. Him choosing to continue his federation work and deciding to be quiet about it. All of that adds up, all of that is the reason people consider him a traitor.

I haven’t seen anybody actually hate on q!Foolish, I’ve seen him get criticized and people(me) hoping he gets a rude awakening? Which is fair to me.

Anyway, people weren’t nicer to q!Cellbit? I know I heavily criticized q!Cellbit on twitter lmao, it first occurred to me on day 2 of him working for the federation that it could be a double game. People might be slightly harsher on q!Foolish because he’s doing this for selfish reasons, which is fine, when you don’t also harm your friends, which he did.

This is also why people are being more lenient on q!Fit, because people are waiting to see if his infiltration will help, but I, like many others, did think it was shitty of q!Fit to withhold information about q!Tazercraft from q!Forever. But mostly q!Fit is transparent about his work in the federation.

I believe people were nicer towards q!Jaiden because when she was contacted by Cucurucho, she didn’t know about q!Cellbit and q!Felps kidnapping and therefore did not know just how bad the federation is/is perceived.

Also to make it clear, no one is saying q!Foolish has done something unforgivable or unredeemable, but he deserves to face the consequences for his actions.

They didn’t take him seriously, so he felt like he had to lie! What else could he do?

I’m confused, did we watch the same thing? They very much did take him seriously, they started asking questions and when q!foolish started his empty talking, they started questioning if he was lying and asked if he did it for a cloud? No where in this situation were they not taking him seriously? Was the interrogation not a major indicator that they took it very seriously? He went into this situation already having decided to not share information and was deceitful from the beginning. Also, his lie came later when he was talking to q!Jaiden, who very much took him seriously…

Q!Foolish was always pro-federation!

Yup, but because there was trust between them, they let q!Foolish have his fun. This is also why it’s gonna be detrimental when some of them learn he was being deceitful, and he lied. Q!Foolish joining the federation would’ve been mostly fine, if he was transparent and shared information.

Q!Bad believes that q!Foolish is essentially used as a federation scapegoat and is therefore treating him much the same as before, but the trust between them has definitely taken a bit of a hit.

Poor q!Foolish, he's always been so kind and patient, even when others were killing him and bothering him. He deserves a villain arc, and to say fuck them all.

LMAO. Yes q!Foolish is a patient person, I agree, and he certainly has been very kind to others, though kind would not be the first word I'd use to describe him.

q!Foolish is an instigator. Almost all the time he's being hit or killed it's because he's actively hoping for that sort of reaction. The most prevalent example is his relationship with Dapper. q!Foolish will antagonize Dapper, and then Dapper will retaliate. It's all in good fun. It's not serious. The same with q!Bad, who is the person I know people are actually wanting to criticize when talking about this specific point. All it tells me is that you don’t understand their friendship and that you don’t understand q!Bad nor q!Foolish. Yeah, q!Bad will invite q!Foolish to a dungeon as a meat shield, but in reality, who actually tanks? Q!Bad. And that is just one example.

And if you truly believe he needs a villain arc and needs to fuck everybody over, then stop defending him and making excuses for him? It's so weak.

And a small snippet from my overview of q!Foolish in general, as it relates :)

One of the things I’ve noticed is q!Foolish is a person who rarely thinks about the possible consequences of his actions and words. This is why I hope he gets forced to face the consequences for the betrayal. I so badly want to see him handle something where the harm happened to other people and not to himself, because he can easily brush off the consequences that harmed himself, but it might surprise him that he can’t brush off the hurt he caused q!Tazercraft.

#a bit of meta and lore discussion #qsmp #q!foolish #mentioned #q!bbh #q!cellbit #q!tazercraft #i'm just gonna keep posting lmao #i'm living for this arc rn #twitter doozers before: Please angst! Please villain arc #twitter doozers now: ACtually he hasn't done anything wrong and it's so sad to see people distrusting him over one little lie #q!foolish my beloved i want to see you suffer the consequences of your inability to think your actions through #Long post

[imashoe69420]

★Rise!Bros X Reader Blurbs/Prompts★

Authors Note: Hey, guys, so I’m kinda at a stand still with posting full fanfics bc I have so many ideas but don’t know how to make them into a story. So I think little blurbs will help get the ideas flowing. And why not post them? Lmfao

If you want to write any of the blurbs and post them, please credit! If it’s ONLY the prompts, I rlly don’t care bc they’re vague lol

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Rise!Donnie Blurb

Prompt: After the turtles nurse Villain!Reader back to health, they take Donnie hostage in the Med Bay in exchange for freedom.

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“You can’t keep me here forever.” Donnie mumbled as you pinned him to the corner of the room, your gaze fixed on the barricaded door. “It’s one on four. You’re outnumbered.”

A dark chuckle left your lips as you slowly turned to face him. “Then how are we in this predicament? It’s really 1v1, isn’t it?” There was a loud bang against the door and you hissed. “Besides, it’s not you that I want.”

The scientist’s malcontented sigh seemed to signify that being held hostage in his own residence was an frequent occurrence. “You caught me off guard when I was changing your bandages. It’s not like you’re some sort of strategical genius. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Donnie’s aloofness only pissed you off. You grasped his bandanna tails and flung him to the concrete floor. He landed harshly, a hushed “oof!” expelling from his lips before you crouched down onto his shell, your foot pressed firmly against the side of his head. The turtle groaned, more annoyed than startled by the sudden violence.

“Listen, I know who you are, Donatello.” You leaned closer to his face, forcing him to look at you. “You are intelligent indeed, but you are not that clever. And you let your falsified morals control you.”

Glaring all the while, Donnie huffed as you further pushed his head into the hard floor. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You take a sharp inhale as you heard yelling on the other side of the door, “Donnie, we’re gonna bust the door down!”

Lifting your foot off his head, you grabbed his short bandanna tails again, raising his head so his gaze rested on the door. You take the claw on your index finger and run it against the turtle’s throat.

“If they come in here, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

☆彡

Rise!Raph Prompt (Angst): Both you and Raph are the oldest in your family and bond over the responsibilities you have to partake in. One of your siblings suddenly die and Raph helps you cope (since he almost lost Leo in the movie).

Rise!Raph Prompt: Raph worries about your ability to fight alongside his brothers after you broke your leg on the last mission.

Rise!Donnie Prompt (Fluff): You and Donnie try to figure out a common love language (as he is more overstimulated through physical touch and you have more auditory ones).

Rise!Leo Prompt (Fluff): You’re overbearingly flirtatious and Leo’s often flustered.

Rise!Future!Leo Prompt (Angst): You sacrifice yourself to save Leo.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt raph #fanfic #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt reader insert #rise leo #x reader #rottmnt prompt #future leo #rise donnie x reader #rise raph x reader #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt headcanons #rise movie

[beestriker015]

Loving and protective Black Widow x male s/o

S/o is Natasha’s husband, whom she met several years ago when he joined the Avengers.

After introducing himself to his new teammates, s/o quickly caught the attention of Black Widow, who was instantly charmed by his kind smile and upbeat personality.

As time went on since s/o first joined the team, Natasha began falling in love with him, eventually gathering the nerve to ask him out after some encouragement from the others.

“Hey s/o…I l-like you. Would you want to…m-maybe…go out with me?”

Much to her surprise and glee, s/o accepted with a happy smile plastered on his face.

“Of course Nat, I’d love to go out with you! I’ve actually wanted to ask you out myself for a while now.”

And with that, Natasha and s/o began dating.

Natasha is very lovey dovey with her boyfriend, much to the shock and surprise of her teammates.

Physical contact and general displays of affection is constant, oftentimes to the chagrin of the other Avengers.

“Jeez, why don’t you two lovebirds just go get a room already?.”

Tony says in annoyance at the sight of s/o and Natasha cuddling on the couch with her arm wrapped around her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Oh shut it Tony. He’s my boyfriend and we can do whatever we want!”

Natasha says with a glare, making Tony walk away feeling a little intimidated.

As loving as she is of s/o, Natasha is also very protective of him and their relationship.

If anyone were to make any remarks about s/o or his and Natasha’s relationship, she will go up to them and force them to apologize through means of intimidation.

Should s/o ever get hurt, his girlfriend will rush to his side as fast as humanly possible and care for him as a mother would her child.

“Calm down Nat. It’s just a bullet wound, it’ll get better.”

S/o says with a pained voice as Natasha disinfects his wound.

“You got shot! How can you be so nonchalant about this babe?! I swear when I find whoever shot you, I’m gonna-”

She’s cut off by s/o, who quickly quiets her by gently kissing her on the cheek.

“Babe, I know how protective of me you can get, especially whenever I get hurt, but I’m ok. Please try to calm down Nat, I hate seeing that beautiful face of yours so angry.”

He says with a sweet little smile that makes Natasha’s heart melt.

“A-alright s/o, a-anything for you.”

She says while incredibly flustered by her boyfriend’s words.

“I love you Natasha, and I love how protective you are of me.”

S/o says as his girlfriend finishes taking care of his wounds.

Natasha looks at her boyfriend with wide eyes before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

When they separate for air, she stares lovingly into s/o’s eyes with a smile.

“I love you too s/o.”

Eventually, after over a year of dating, s/o decided it was time to pop the question to Natasha after spending a romantic evening together.

“Natasha, I love you more than anyone or anything in the whole universe. Being with you has made me the happiest guy alive, and I’d love nothing more than to be with you forever.”

He gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring.

“Natasha Romanoff, will you marry me?”

Without a single shred of hesitation, Natasha smiled widely and accepted s/o’s proposal with happy tears in her eyes.

Now if Natasha was protective of s/o when they were dating, she is really protective of him now that they’re married.

It is mandatory that she goes with s/o whenever he has a mission, and nobody can tell her otherwise.

God help any villain or criminal who hurts her husband in any way, as although she may not have superpowers, Natasha can still kick some serious ass.

After every mission, cuddle sessions are a must, which can sometimes leads to more…intimate moments between Natasha and s/o.

One time, the other Avengers saw s/o exit his and Natasha’s shared room with messy hair and a huge hickey on his neck.

S/o turned to see his teammates all staring at him weirdly.

“What?”

He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Looks like somebody got some action last night. That’s a nice love bite you’ve got there s/o.”

Clint says with a laugh and a smirk.

Realization hits as s/o blushes from embarrassment.

The others laugh and snicker as well, but are soon silenced by a glare coming from Natasha, who is suddenly standing behind her husband.

S/o smiles and turns around, pulling his wife into a hug.

“Good morning Nat.”

She returns his smile and hugs him back.

“Good morning to you too s/o, I love you.”

S/o smiles and gives his wife her morning kiss.

“I love you too Nat.”

Even though Natasha can be extremely protective of her husband, s/o enjoys it and loves her just as much as she does him.

#marvel #marvel comics #black widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader #marvel black widow #marvel x reader #male reader #black widow x male reader #natasha romanoff x male reader #marvel x male reader

[self-spaghettification]

"Ugh! I should just seal this whole place up, Angus!" he declared, sniffling, to the spell that wasn't there anymore. "The whole dungeon and everything in it.

Everything down here-it's all horrible. I should just lock it all away, forever.

That's the best thing to do-right?"

- Inheritance

“That’s why it’s called Inheritance.

He’s inheriting a position with a storied history of its own, and he’s inheriting a literal thing from his predecessor, that we the audience know to be…quite a burden, and he doesn’t know that yet. So if he has no concept of what he’s inheriting, how can we expect him to react to it with the same awareness and care that we as the audience would?”

[with most of viren’s old stuff,] he seems to reject a lot of it…. like “no no no no, i don’t need to carry any of this with me, i’m gonna seal all of it up forever, it’s done.”

“however, there is one thing he cannot leave alone, and that is the mirror. and i think it’s ..interesting that it has this power that compels him as…a mage. it’s something that he can’t seem to resist.”

—Interview with Devon and Kris

“Aaravos chose as his instruments people who had strong minds and strong hearts, but who had an insatiable thirst and fascination with magic. Aaravos could offer them access to the great mysteries of the universe.”

This cube is an ancient relic that has been passed down through the ages. It belonged to an elven wizard in Xadia, the Archmage Aaravos, a master of all six primal sources. It is hidden in a box of keys because it is known as the"Key of Aaravos" and legends say it unlocks something of great power in Xadia. Perhaps it will be you, Callum, who discovers the key's secrets.

“…and my favorite, the human mage…”

mages were his prey.

“in the name of love, you may perform acts so unforgivable, you will never forgive yourself.”

“destined to fall right into my hands.”

THINKING SO HARD ABT THIS

callum should get a little villain arc as a treat

i think

probably in the name of protecting rayla we’ll see

#the dragon prince #aaravos #apologies. i meant #avizandum’s enchanted looking glass #definitely doesn’t have an imprisoned elf watching you or anything #callum #inheritance #tdp reflections #tdp s4 #4x01 #4x04 #viren quote #callum viren foil teehee #self spaghettification #caallum #keys #tdp meta

[unfriedough]

‘Forever.’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: IM FINALLY DONE WITH EXAMS UHSXUHB YAYYYY also this ended up being more fluff then crying so I’m sorry ☹️

Summary:

@heejin1sm said:

‘if you could write smth where the gaang (after war) go to fight something and zuko accidentally burns fiance reader during the fight and like completely loses it crying because he can't believe to did that to the love of his life. Ofc reader knows that he didn't mean it and they fluff it out yk.’

Warnings: mm reader gets burned, zuko also gets hurt

Zuko picks up reader!!!! If you feel uncomfortable with that I added an alternative in brackets! (Keep in mind Zuko’s a fictional character who’s trained his whole life, so he’s pretty strong.)

He didn’t mean to, he repeated again and again, the words being the only thing he could say. Zuko didn’t mean to hurt you, but he did - because that’s all a firebender could do. Hurt the people they love. The stupid criminal redirected Zuko’s flame towards you. He only managed to move his own arm away from your face, subsequently hitting your thigh mid battle. You fell to your knees, wincing in pain as the gorgeous garment you wore was plagued with ash. You bit your lip as you stood back up, muffling a cry as you did so. 

Zuko watched in complete horror, but this brat wasn’t going to get away with this. The firebender quickly took down the criminal, however sloppy his moves were due to the distraction, and immediately ran to aid you. He blasted the guy in an instant, before turning his attention to you. You yelped as he scooped you into his arms, setting you near Appa. (Alternatively: He helped you to your feet, allowing you to lean against him as he guided you towards Appa.) He yelled for Katara, who immediately came to help.

Katara crouched down next to him, pulling some water out of her pouch and hovering it over the place of injury.

“This is gonna sting.” you nodded at her words, grasping your soon to be husband’s hand in anticipation, flashing him a distracted smile, knowing how this was eating him up.

Zuko’s eyes zeroed in on your microexpressions, every twitch and flinch not passing unnoticed. As soon as the waterbender removed her magic, you sighed, snuggling back into Appa’s fur. Katara pat you on the shoulder, sending a wink, before getting up to help her husband in returning life to the wilderness (of which most of it was destroyed due to the bending battle), as well as make sure none of the villains got away as Toph chained them. The firebender repositioned himself next to you, hands still firm in yours. Zuko’s pupils shot daggers into your thigh.

“Careful there, don’t use your laser powers on me now.” you said playfully, carefully pushing strands of hair away from his face.

Zuko’s scowl deepened, “It’s gonna scar.”

“Yeah but, now I get to match my super cool husband so,” you shrugged. 

Truly, it didn’t really matter to you. You fought with team avatar and have plenty of marks to show for it. What’s one more?

Zuko however, felt a pool of guilt in his lower stomach, as he felt your hand slowly weaken its grip from the tight squeeze it was previously in.

The ride on Appa to the nearest Inn was rather quiet, everyone was rather burnt out from the long day. Once you got to the place, everyone went to their separately bought rooms. 304 was you and Zuko’s. As you walked in, a noise of amusement came out of you. The bed was huge! Almost the size of the one at the palace too! You hopped onto the mattress and spread your limbs across the expanse of it, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips. Turning over, you opened your arms really wide for Zuko, and he plopped onto you. You let out an ‘oof’ which earned a laugh from him. Your arms wrapped tightly around him. You guys stayed in that position for a while, Zuko turning off the light with his firebending. After several minutes, and lots of thinking, he finally got the courage to speak to you about what happened. He lifted his head up, only to see you were fast asleep, soft snores leaving your lips. A soft smile graced his features, and he got up and tucked you under the blanket before going to wash his face. He needed to breathe after the whole incident today. The cold water was a contrast to his warm skin, the feeling sending shivers down his spine. He lifted his face to look in the mirror, only to see his dad where he’s supposed to be. His eyes blew wide, as he stepped back anxiously and quickly. The bathroom mat tripped him as he tried to leave, causing him to fall backwards and hit his back against the doorknob. He heard the soft pitter patter of your footsteps, hurrying to the door.

“Zuko? Honey you okay?” you knocked worriedly.

He quickly got up and opened the door, engulfing your frame in a tight hug. You reciprocated the hug, noticing his reflection showed a cut on his back. 

“Zuko?” A little confused from the sudden affection, but it wasn’t unwelcomed, “You’re hurt.”

He squeezed you tighter in return. You gently pulled his arms off of you and held his hand. Leading him back to the bed, you sat him down and grabbed a first aid kit. Whilst you were occupied, he slowly slipped off his top, blood staining where the injury was. You placed a feather light kiss on his shoulder, and pulled out your supplies. He stayed still as you dabbed medication onto the small slice.

“What happened?”

“I uh, fell,”

“Clearly,” you rolled your eyes. “I meant like, why?”

“Are you mad at me?” Zuko answered your question with his own.

“Because you fell?” you laughed a bit.

“No about… the other thing,”

“About this,” you gestured to your thigh questioningly, and he turned his neck to look, before quickly looking forward again.

You gently grabbed his chin, directing his face back to yours.

“No my love, it was an accident,” you kissed his forehead.

Zuko turned again, twitching once the rough bandage touched the sensitive skin.

“It’s gonna scar,”

“You’ve mentioned, yeah.” you rolled your eyes.

“This is serious, you know. I hurt you.” he laid down on his side of the bed once you finished, looking over at your very much still sitting form.

“Oh nooooo,” you fake fell on top of him. “Whatever shall I do?”

“Yn.”

You turned your head to look at him from your position on his chest, his warmth causing you to snuggle into his stomach - which almost caused him to laugh.

“Darling, you apologised, and you regret what you did. It’s okay.”

He smiled, mustering an okay. And yet, he never broke eye contact. Zuko never held your gaze, he always got too flustered. You raised a brow. 

“What?” you made a false-angry face.

The firebender sat up again causing your head to fall into his lap.

“You’re too good to me Yn.”

Your face felt hot, and you immediately covered it with your palms.

“Zuko,” you felt shy under his love ridden gaze.

“I’m serious. What did I do to deserve you?” 

Carefully, and with a smirk, he pulled your hands away from your face, bending over to near-close the distance.

“You’re so beautiful.” 

You felt overwhelmed with affection, and also extremely shy. Sure it was silly, you were practically married! But still, it felt like that old teenage romance all again, except this time, the roles were reversed. You pushed your face into his hands, a chuckle gently vibrating his body as you mustered a ‘shut uuuuppp’. He kissed the top of your head, and grinned brightly when you peeked up at him from your position. 

“I could get used to this.” he straightened up again, face further but still maintaining eye contact.

“You kinda have to. You're stuck with me until the end of time.” you pushed yourself upwards so you were closer to your very amused husband. “And you will never ever, ever, ever escape me. You’re mine.” you smiled evilly.

You were expecting some sort of smug response, or a mock cry for help, but you were met with a kiss. A long and passionate kiss. You gasped at the out-of-the-blue contact, but soon warmed into his desperate lips. You changed your position to enable you to continue comfortably, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled back first, just in order to watch him chase your lips. You laughed as he huffed, pushing you onto your side of the bed annoyedly. You giggled as he pulled the sheet over both of you, rolling his eyes at your seemingly endless fit of laughter.

Zuko could say he was stuck with you forever - but even forever wasn’t long enough.

An: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i am cringe. But I am free <3.

#zuko x reader #zuko #prince zuko x reader #prince zuko #atla #avatar the last airbender #fluff #zuko fluff #zuko x you #atla zuko #zuko fanfic #zuko fic #zuko x f!reader #avatar zuko #zuko atla #zuko x y/n #zuko hc #zuko h/c #zuko headcanon #headcanon #headcanons #zuko angst #zuko atla angst #xreader #x reader #atla x reader

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hurt/comfort fic about villain flinching to hero cuz villain got tortured by like the super villain who shapeshifted into hero to torture her?

The villain’s heart rate skyrocketed immediately, organs burning inside their chest until their whole body was shaking. Fight or flight kicked in but they were at a point where fight just wasn’t possible anymore.

“Hey, it’s me,” the hero said. “It’s over, remember?”

Carefully, they held up their hand and took a few steps back. It hadn’t been this bad for a long time and the hero seemed to be frustrated. Even though the villain knew they needed care, they were questioning if this was the right caretaker. They wanted to avoid the hero at all costs but truly, they didn’t have anyone else and even if they had, they needed to get over this phobia, needed to heal.

“That’s what they said, too.”

“They don’t know you’re here.”

“What if you’re impersonating them again? What if you’re tricking me again?” The villain’s voice quivered. It was driving them insane. They were mad at the hero but then again, not really. The supervillain had created this phobia, this terrible anxiety.

It tore them apart and left nothing but pain. The villain gasped for air and their hand wandered to their chest as they tried to calm themselves down.

“I can go,” the hero said softly. “I can go away if you want to. I just wanted to bring you some food.”

They put down the bowl on the table.

“Take the time you need. I can arrange something else. This was just temporary anyway and I understand if you want someone else to take care of you.”

“I…I don’t know.” The villain couldn’t breathe. Oh god, they were gonna die. They felt it in their chest, felt it in their heart.

Focusing was impossible, thinking even more so. They were gonna die, god, if the hero took another step towards them they were gonna die.

The villain stared at the bowl as their breathing got quicker and quicker. Every breath hurt more than the one before.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” The hero stayed where they were but they raised their voice. It made everything worse.

“I— I don’t know, I…”

“Are you having a panic attack?” The hero asked and their voice was softer this time. They took a step forward and the villain took one back. It hurt, everything hurt. “I’m sorry, okay, uhm…”

“Oh god,” the villain said. They tried to breathe but couldn’t.

“Okay, listen. Five things you can see?”

“Bowl…table, fuck…I can’t.” It didn’t work. Things like that didn’t work for the villain.

“Deep breaths, alright? Count back from 1,000 but like this: 996, 992…”

“987– no, 988, uhm…984…” The villain counted, concentrated on the numbers instead of their surroundings. It was easier to lose themselves in potential rooms of figures instead of a real one, filled with real stuff. They managed to calm down, slowly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…” The villain looked at them, looked at the face that had tortured for months. They were still out of breath but somehow, they managed to come back to reality. Flashbacks of the hero hitting them, torturing them were only fuel for their nightmares but a panic attack like this brought everything back just the same.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have expected you to recover here with me, I…I was selfish. I wanted you to be close to me,” the hero said. “I’m gonna ask a friend of mine to take care of you.”

“I can deal with this. I have to.” The villain sat down on the bed the hero had given them. With their fingers, they went through messy hair. “I can’t ignore you forever. I have to learn how to spot the difference between you and them. I can’t just…give up.”

“It’s not about giving up. It’s about your own safety. And to ensure that, I have to go.” The hero looked like they were about to cry. “I…don’t want you to suffer. I’ll be gone in the morning, I promise.”

Before the hero walked out of the door, they turned around and the villain realised that they were, in fact, close to tears.

“You mean a lot to me, you know? That’s why I saved you…I’m still really sorry about what happened. You didn’t deserve it.”

They didn’t see each other for years after that.

#not strong enough #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #h/c

[nonsosinceramente]

just random thoughts as i rewatch

taigen was already simping after being given a whole bald spot… “the cut is so clean”?? “a masterful cut”?? a bi disaster waiting to happen fr

and the way he was hanging off every single word coming out of akemi’s mouth after being disgraced?? this man just wants to be praised

akemi has such a way with words honestly … a force to be reckoned with, love her to bits

taigen hates the smell of fish but he’s okay with eating it

got his ass handed to him twice and he was still talking mad shit he’s so stupid just a whole chatterbox

he overcame his father but got stuck in the comparison game and delusions of grandeur and now the only thing to show for it is that bald spot… just miserable

taigen’s dad when I catch you taigen’s dad ! when i catch you taigen’s dad when i catch you!!!!

i know mizu after hearing taigen talk about this dumb duel was like girl you talk too much don’t you know i could kill you with my eyes closed???

mizu died like forty times through all of this she should have rested for a year honestly

kinuyo my baby… i’ll never forget you love

the way men back then took sex as performance from women whether in a brothel or the deepest confines of the Keicho Keep, lame BORES!! y’all suck !!!

I wonder if Taigen is sort of a passive participant in sex… I feel like he was with Akemi (the way he was looking at her when she initiated??? hooked!!) but Akemi is special so who knows

taigen to mizu prolly: you’re fr so good i had a boner fighting you i guess that counts for something

mizu nekkie heart sutra covered smelting a lot of meaningful steel scene was so good bless my baby

akemi’s dad better rot somewhere forever

i wonder if akemi will come to care for takayoshi ito or if she’ll just use him after the whole ‘i wanna be great’ epiphany she had (kinda like them a lil ngl)

“Did you?” shaking in my boots

Swordfather’s face when Ringo told him she didn’t come back? i’m gonna fight

Ringo, love, you better get Mizu’s ass when she returns cuz wtf

To London without her sword, no backup and in the midst of millions of white men and this extremely cunning one you brought along… just a battle waiting to be lost she’s gonna about to die fifty thousand times, but good luck to her!!

fowler is such a good villain idc idc i hate him but wow and kenneth branagh!!!! i love that man

#i wanna keep these random musings somewhere #blue eye samurai

[loverhymeswith]

Congrats on 500 followers!! You deserve approximately a million more! I know I’m still new around here, but I’d love to request a drabble for your celebration! Rick Flag, fluff, one bed, hotel (I’m a basic hoe when it comes to him 😅)

Unfair | Rick Flag x F!Reader

500 Follower Celebration

Word Count: 728 words

Warnings: A touch of spice

A/N: Thank you so much @forever-a-night-owl ! I'm not sure how well I delivered on the fluff, but I had so much fun with this!

“This is so unfair,” you groan, following your commanding officer along the dimly lit corridor of the budget hotel’s seventh floor. “It’s like having to sit next to the teacher on a school trip.”

“Would you give it a goddamn rest,” Rick grunts, dragging both his luggage and yours across the ugly worn carpet. “This ain’t exactly what I imagined, either. But it’s just for one night. ‘Sides, would you rather be back in your cell?”

Harley’s shrill cackle fills the air. “Ya know sweetie, you could always smother him in his sleep. We promise not to tell.”

The rest of the squad trails behind you, similarly bickering about the sleeping arrangements for the night and debating who has drawn the shortest straw. As if ARGUS was really going to pay out for you all to enjoy individual rooms. Rick had already reminded you to be grateful to have a hotel room at all. In this line of work, you are rarely afforded such luxuries.

“Don’t tempt me, Harls." You smirk over your shoulder at the blonde villain. "Sure you don't wanna swap? Think I'd rather share a room with Boomer.”

Harley snorts. "No chance. Flag's such a drag. You'll be tucked up in bed and lights out at nine."

“This is us.” Ignoring Harley’s thinly veiled insult, Rick stops abruptly in front of Room 77 and reaches into his pocket. "The rest of your rooms are straight ahead. For the love of god, try not to break anythin'. We ship out at 0500 hours."

Leaning against the wall while Rick fumbles with the key, you fold your arms and shoot Harley a resigned grimace. "Have fun. Know I sure won't."

Harley offers you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before sashaying away with Boomer and the others in tow.

Exhaling a long breath as your teammates disappear along the hallway, you turn your attention to Rick. He’s still having trouble with the door. “Give it here.” You snatch the key from his broad hands and jam it into the lock. A couple of twists and a well-placed shove with your shoulder has the door flying open. “Magic.” You flash him a grin and stride inside.

Like the rest of the building, the room is small and dated. A solitary queen-sized bed takes up most of the space. “Cosy,” you remark, flopping down onto the bed. A large brown watermark stains the corner of the ceiling; pretending not to notice, you close your eyes.

The door slams shut in Rick’s wake and a moment later you hear him drop the bags. “Think they bought it?” you wonder, cracking open one eye just in time to find him approaching the bed.

Rick’s tall figure looms above you, his customary frown melting into a soft smile before he sits down beside you. The bed sinks beneath his weight. “Oh, they bought it alright. You’re a pretty convincin’ actress.”

“I didn’t hurt your feelings, did I?” You reach out and squeeze his thick muscled thigh. “I was only joking about Boomer. I hear he snores worse than you do.”

“Careful, darlin’.” In the blink of an eye Rick shifts position so that his huge body is hovering over you, biceps straining under the tight black t-shirt as he cages you against the bed. That muscled thigh is now wedged firmly between your legs. “It’s not too late for me to assign you to a room with Blackguard.”

Biting your lip, you temper down the urge to laugh. This wouldn't be the first time you’d called his bluff. “We both know that’s not gonna happen.” 

Rick’s expression darkens, sending a familiar rush of heat straight to your core. “You’re right. I’m keepin’ you all to myself tonight.” He leans down further, until his lips brush your own, just the ghost of a kiss.

“Guess Harley was right when she said it would be lights out at nine,” you muse.

“Oh no, darlin’. The lights are stayin’ on. I wanna see all of you.”

It’s all you need to hear. Grabbing Rick by the collar of his shirt, you tug him down until you feel the delicious pressure of his hips against yours. 

Rick’s lips trail a path along your jaw, before he whispers into the shell of your ear. “Know you’re gonna have to be quiet, right?”

“I can be quiet, Flag. The question is, can you?”

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[myfaveisfuckable]

1. i am always thinking about this man's tits

2. The fact that you can find actual articles talking about how iconic his ass is, is all you need. Not only is his ass caked up as hell, he also has that big juicy ass personality

(another rant) (long)

I don’t know why he is constantly more caked up than a busy downtown bakery and double-cheeked to high Heaven but I’m never gonna argue! Comic artists are unabashedly horny on main and usually that’s channeled into really unholy female anatomy but people who draw Dick Grayson obviously yearn to even the scales and we love feminist praxis and equality in this house 🥳. No matter what Nightwing comic it is he is slutted the hell up, he is yassified 💅🏽, he is ✨snatched✨. I don’t think there’s been a single artist for him that’s been normal about his ass and there never SHOULD be. There is a love, nay an OBSESSION, evident in the painstaking rendering those gloriously toned cheeks receive no matter the medium. It’s just become canon at this point that he has the best ass in Gotham, heroes recognize it, villains recognize it, the audience recognizes it! He just has that reputation now and artists go absolutely feral with it and the completely ridiculous and contrived reasons they can find to practically f r a m e his ass center panel. You could bounce that big fuck off penny in the Bat Cave off those cheeks 🥵. I’m surprised he gets any work done being a stealth hero cuz you can probably hear those things clapping like a sonic boom from about 4 blocks away. His suit practically looks like it’s PAINTED on and I for one am forever grateful to the troops (artists who clearly love/desire/care for him in the least heterosexual way possible regardless of what their own gender or sexuality may be) for endeavoring to right the wrongs of DC’s sexism by sexualizing the absolute fuck out of this man 24/7 365! He has an entire comic run I have not read but deeply need to where he’s a vampire and sure he’s killing everybody but we all have flaws and slutty caked up vampire king Dick Grayson can get it any day any way, you feel me 🥴??? Dick Grayson has been throwin it back with Instagram thirst trap level cheekage for quite literally decades and I humbly submit said cheeks for your tournament 😊

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