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upon-a-starry-night · 16 days

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Love Favors The Misfortunate

Natasha Romanoff x Gender-Neutral Reader

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Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Minor Violence

Summary: Misfortune always seems to follow you no matter what you do. But where there’s trouble, Nat often follows, maybe love was on your side after all?

Disclaimer: This was part of a writing exercise I did so it’s kind of silly and unedited but enjoy!

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Somehow you always managed to wind up in the worst situations that Earth could possibly experience. You wondered if you were just cursed or something considering last week you were present for not one but two bank robberies.

Maybe that was just the life of a delivery driver?

You hoped the lady behind the bank counters Caesar salad tasted better after death threats and salty tears of desperation.

This time, however, in the middle of checking the GPS during a stoplight, the sound of screams alerts you to the number of people ditching their cars and running past your motorcycle in fear.

Looking up you see the giant rip in Earth's atmosphere, monster-looking creatures spilling out of the hole.

Oh, Good.

You immediately kick your motorcycle into gear, walking the bike through the crowds of people until you can manage to make a U-turn and speed off, weaving your way through the panic.

You spare a few glances into your mirrors as more flying monsters spill out of the sky and it's during one of these glances that you fail to notice the giant alien who has just landed in the street a few feet ahead of you. By the time you notice him you only have enough time to attempt a full stop which results in your bike sliding from under you and skidding across the pavement. Ouch.

Much to your luck, however, the bike collides directly with the monster and sends it straight into its own spear. A weird purple liquid oozing slowly from underneath the unconscious body.

You frown, it was going to cost a pretty penny to get your bike fixed if it was even salvageable and now you definitely weren’t getting paid for the hamburger and fries that were probably still warm in your delivery bag.

Maybe you could see if french fries taste better after near-death and motorcycle debt.

Wincing, you feel your arms already bruising and your jeans have ripped through to your thigh, you're not bleeding as much as you probably should be from that slide but it still hurts like hell. Thank god you were wearing all your safety equipment.

A hand is extended out to you and you graciously take it, looking up to meet eyes with the prettiest redhead you’ve ever seen. She’s giving you an impressed smile and you feel like you could melt right then and there. Although that might also be from the burning pain in your leg.

You probably need to find a hospital. Or maybe you were dead and this was an angel.

You always figured they’d look like the horrendous abomination of eyes and wings that they were described as, not as pretty redheads with striking green eyes but you weren’t complaining.

“That was a good move” There are still people running past you screaming but it feels like time stops when she speaks to you.

“Yep. that was definitely something I did on purpose” Drumming your fingers on your thighs you watch her chuckle and give you a look that tells you she knows you did not, in fact, do that on purpose.

You glance between your bike and the woman in front of you, screaming civilians making the moment almost comical. You felt like you were in some kind of rom-com apocalypse.

Despite it being the last thing you should probably do, you extend your hand out to her and tell her your name. She gives you a very amused look and you shrug your shoulders as if to say ‘Why not? We’re here aren’t we?’

She chuckles again as she takes your hand, introducing herself.

Natasha. Derived from the Russian name Anastasia, which means resurrection. Maybe she was an angel. Damn.

Natasha nods her head in the direction of the crowd and smirks “Shouldn’t you be joining them?” You shrug. “Unless you know more moves like that?” She gestures toward your beat-up bike and you shake your head

“No. Unfortunately, I haven't mastered the art of more than one motorcycle trick yet” Not that you could get that thing to start back up again after that anyway.

She shakes her head with a laugh, glancing over her shoulder at the mess the city is becoming before turning back to you. “ Well I guess until you learn you should probably get running”

You nod, a little dejected, your calmness in relativity to the situation was likely the result of a concussion but you weren’t worried. Unless Nat was not real, in that case, you should be worried. Very Worried.

“Will we meet again?” it’s cliche and you immediately feel like a protagonist in a Disney movie but it’s a genuine question.

She smirks and looks around at the city again, gesturing to the absolute clusterfuck that New York had become “For your sake, I hope we don't”

You know she doesn’t mean anything bad by it and it’s your turn to smirk when you say “Knowing my luck, we will” You hope she finds herself near a few banks in the upcoming months…

She smiles at you and nods her head in the direction of the crowd and you understand what she’s trying to tell you. With one final wave and a small “good luck” you run in the direction of your fellow New Yorkers, occasionally glancing back to see her running in the direction of the main battle.

You didn't know who she was but Damn did you want to.

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The next time you find yourself in a particularly unfavorable situation is not for months later. Minus that one time you witnessed two old ladies get mugged and that time you almost got hit by an ice-cream truck. But you got free ice cream from the second one so you weren't counting it.

You’d taken up a job in a small pizza place to pay for your bike repairs. It didn’t pay much but you didn’t have that many options after New York got attacked by aliens and half the businesses were destroyed or temporarily shut down. This is one of the few places still open which means on Friday nights you were busy as hell.

It was not a Friday night. It was a Tuesday afternoon and your coworker who was supposed to be on shift with you called out sick which meant you were manning the shop by yourself. Your stupid coworker was probably just off cheating on his girlfriend again but you didn’t care because the shop was empty which meant you could play games on your phone without his judgmental stare.

You’re struggling through level 5 of Candy Crush when the sound of breaking glass comes from the front of the shop and you sigh. You would be surprised but it was New York, more specifically it was your life in New York.

What you are surprised by, however, is the sight of familiar red hair covered in glass in the entryway, and you really want to rub your eyes with the squeaking sound effect like in the cartoons but the amount of microfibers that just got released into the air would suggest not doing that.

“Well well well” You realize you sound more like a supervillain than you intended and you freeze when she stands and sharply turns in your direction, gun pointed directly at you. You throw your hands up in surrender immediately. Goddamn supervillain catchphrases always making pretty girls turn their guns on you.

When she seems to recognize you she relaxes only for a man to jump through the already broken glass window and tackle her to the ground again. You want to help but considering you still haven't learned any more motorcycle tricks(or any tricks in general) you figure you would probably be useless.

You watch helplessly as she disarms and renders the guy unconscious in a matter of seconds and then stands and dusts herself off. The guy on the ground looks like some old-timey variation of Hitler and you're pretty glad she knocked him unconscious before he could even notice you.

You focus back on Nat who's looking at you like a wounded animal that could run away at any moment and It’s then that you realize that most people are not quite used to these kinds of situations. Clearly, you weren’t like most people. You point to the body in a trenchcoat on the ground as you crinkle your nose

“Are you taking that guy with you when you leave?” She huffs out a laugh and you feel yourself smile at successfully getting her to laugh again.

You, one.

Hitlerman, zero.

At least you were winning one game. Stupid Candy Crush.

She looks around the shabby pizza place and then zones in on your nametag, only them seeming to realize you worked there. She tilts her head, nodding to your flimsy little name pinned to your T-shirt.

“Why are you working here? Where’s the bike?” You sigh, you knew the question was coming but it’s still a sore subject for you. You internally punch a wall but on the outside, you frown just a little. It’s the saddest expression Nat’s seen on your face so far.

“She’s in the shop. Repairs are taking longer than I thought and now I’m forced to conform to my least favorite type of work just to get her back” Nat gives an understanding nod and then cringes a little, walking towards you until she’s right in front of you. She places a hand on your head and you inhale sharply.

A small frown forms on Nat’s face “You’re bleeding”

The feeling of her hand on your face confirms that she’s not an angel or a figment of your imagination and you don’t realize you’ve voiced that thought out loud until you hear Nat barking out a laugh.

“I’m flattered but, well-” She glances up, then behind her, then back towards you “I wouldn’t be so sure just yet” She smirks and removes her hand just as a ceiling panel falls from the roof. Dust flies into the air and you cover your face to avoid getting more shit in your eyes.

When the room finally settles Natasha is nowhere in sight but there’s a Captain America band-aid on the serving counter and you feel a small smile across your face. What a dramatic exit. Now who was the supervillain?

You take great notice of the fact that Hitlerman is also gone and you wonder how the fuck she managed to do that. But more importantly, you hoped this wasn’t coming out of your paycheck.

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You can’t emphasize enough to most people how much you’re not even trying to be in the situations you get caught in. In fact, the one time you stayed home for a week you ended up catching the Flu. How the hell do you catch the flu from staying home? After that, you just accepted that you were a magnet for misfortune and there was nothing you could do about it.

Although, after meeting Nat you found yourself a little excited anytime something misfortunate happened and that was probably psychotic and you should definitely check yourself into a psych ward but you’d probably end up choking on a crayon and getting deemed a risk to those around you so what was the use?

Still, of all the robberies you’d been a witness to you’d never been a part of a hostage situation. Until now. Stupid Banks!

Usually, you’d assume that the police would handle a situation like this and you’d be stuck in this bank for hours until someone grew a dick and negotiated something but this time circumstances were a little different. To start, the guy who was currently robbing the bank was holding some type of gun that was the equivalent of real-life freeze tag.

Anyone who got zapped by the oddly blue glowing gun was frozen in place, which led you to problem number two.

The police had shown up nearly half an hour ago and someone must not have briefed them on this wacko holding you hostage because the second one of them snuck in the back door with a gun he was frozen in place looking like the idiot that he probably was.

You would attempt to grab his gun but you didn’t feel like doing that shit. Who were you to risk your life and try to be a hero for some money that this poor fellow probably needed considering New York's rent cost.

Maybe if the stupid fucker hadn’t frozen the one lady who knew the code to the very comically large bank safe he wouldn’t be stuck making stupid negotiations and holding people hostage.

Instead, you settled against a wall near a bunch of crying civilians and attempted once again to beat level 10 of Candy Crush. You give up after ten minutes and delete the app. Really you were just trying to kill the time until you-know-who showed up.

She and her band of merry men had grown a reputation for taking care of situations that the regular authorities couldn’t and that’s why you weren’t the least bit surprised when the room began to fill with a cloudy white smoke.

Others began panicking, fearing that it was some sort of poisonous gas and you rolled your eyes. This was not poisonous gas, you’d seen poisonous gas and this was not it.

This was a very dramatic entrance formulated by your absolute favorite redhead. God, you felt like you were in a spy movie. Any second now you’d see a faint figure slowly descending from the ceiling in all black with a gas mask on and spy music would start playing.

Any second now.

Aaaaaany second now-

A scream from beside you makes you jolt and you find the sobbing woman next to you with a hand over her mouth. A gruff-looking man is telling her to keep quiet and your eyes widen for a second as you think ‘Oh shit. Double robbery.’ But from behind the gruff-looking man walks a familiar figure and she pats him on the shoulder as she passes him.

You squint your eyes, what an oddly metal-looking shoulder. Perhaps you were hallucinating. Stress and all that.

By this point, enough white smoke has filled the room that the bank robber is wildly swinging around in fear as he squints to see. He’s probably more on edge after that woman's scream as well. Yeeeeah more of a horror movie than a spy movie now.

The reason you can see everyone so well is due to your superior eyesight and definitely not the science lab goggles that you had in your bag for no suspicious reasons. Hey, you had to be prepared for literally anything considering your luck.

Nat’s wearing some kind of night vision-looking goggles and a mask and when she passes you you poke her leg. She jumps a little, glaring at you until she seems to recognize you despite your flawless Lab Scientist disguise and her eyes widen. Her eyes seem to scream ‘What are you doing here’ but you feel it’s too obvious of a question to bother answering.

Instead, you give her the biggest smile you can muster and a friendly wave, mouthing “Hiiii Nat!”

She rolls her eyes but you can see the smile she’s hiding under her mask and you mentally fist pump. Three for three.

You point to the man wielding the gun and mouth to her “Go! Team go!”

She shakes her head, exasperated by your lack of fear and self-preservation but holds her finger up to her mouth telling you to be silent as she turns to sneak up on the man.

Your body does so love disobeying orders though, so it chooses that moment to sneeze, which has the man pointing the gun in your direction (not that he can see as his eyes are practically watering now) and Nat turns to you with a glare.

You raise your hands up in surrender and in an attempt to help, you throw the nearest object on the floor across the room. Oh, that was your phone- well, okay. Either way, it helps, the man swings back in that direction, blasting his gun in the air and Nat takes the moment to attack him from behind.

She disarms him easily, taking him to the ground and placing him in handcuffs. She inspects the device carefully, flipping a switch and aiming it at the closest frozen person. With a bolt of light, they unfreeze and gasp for breath. Good, at least the idiot had created some sort of Ctrl-Shift Undo button.

You're part of the first few escorted out of the building considering you weren’t frozen or in hysterics and the paramedics look at you a little funny but wrap a shock blanket around your shoulders.

Yes, shock. That's what you were experiencing. Normal people things. You twist back and forth and watch the shock blanket sway as you wait for Nat to be done with her serious business. God, serious business was boring and took forever.

When she finally emerges from the building she ignores the press and police that come up to talk to her and heads straight for you. Ha! Eat shit losers.

She doesn’t bother with formalities, why would she? It's you. Instead, she hands you a small black box as she takes in the shock blanket you’ve tied around your neck to look like a cape.

“Here’s your phone” You take the object from her hands and inspect it.

Oh wow, No cracks, that's great. Wait- “This is not my phone” You turn it over and inspect the Stark logo on the back of it. Yeeeeah definitely not yours.

“No, it’s not” She doesn't bother lying to you at least, and you hum in acknowledgment. Well, you weren’t one to pass up a free upgrade. You pocket the phone and stick your hands in your front pockets, flashing her a smile

“So… you come around here often?” She rolls her eyes at your stupid attempt at a joke. Or flirting. Either one works.

“How do you keep ending up in these situations?”

It’s your turn to smirk “Maybe it’s just an excuse to see you?”

She gives you a look that says ‘It better not be’ and you just shrug, your shock blanket falling to the ground. Fucker. Making you look uncool. You refuse to bend down and pick it up. Recovery blankets were for losers anyway.

Still, she smiles at you anyway and crosses her arms “I’m beginning to think the only way to keep you safe is to keep you with me”

Your heart leaps but you pretend to be nonchalant. You're only blushing because of shock or whatever. Play it cool “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea” A stupid smile forces its way onto your face despite your best attempts to repress it and Nat laughs at your stubbornness.

“But first I think we’ve got to teach you some self-defense” She nods her head indicating for you to follow her and you both begin walking in step to an unmarked black car.

Kidnapper car.

Cameras are flashing around you and you think about how cool you’ll look with Lab goggles atop your head and white smoke in your hair on the news tomorrow morning. The media was going to love you.

Turning to Nat on your way to the car, you have a question that’s been itching at you that you feel the need to ask

“Do you think your sugar daddy can help me fix my bike?”

She punches you in the arm.

A/n: This was initially a writing exercise to write the silliest short story I could think of, but I thought it was cute so I decided to post it~ Starry

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ystrike1 · 5 months

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Bitten by the Dog I Abandoned - By Kim da (9/10)

When a lofty Duchess cruelly abandons her lover, whip in hand, she thinks she'll never see him again. He returns a decade later, with soldiers behind him. Her dog has gone feral, and now she must protect her daughter and her fortune. Can she survive, with her reputation as a Duchess in tatters?

Evelyn Winter isn't the nicest woman in the world. She is the most beautiful. Everybody wants her in the worst way. She has lots of enemies that want her to stand around and look pretty. She has to be smart though.

Evelyn Winter is a widow. Her husband, Rowen, died after she gave birth to a daughter. So, there's no heir. After the death of her husband the region fell on hard times. Her beauty is a curse. The people look at her in disgust. She is a beacon of lust. The prince and the second prince both flirt with her, and she's seen as a heartless cow who taxes the people too much.

She also brutally beat her lover, Gillas, half to death. While he cried and begged her to tell him she was lying. He didn't want to leave her side. She whipped him until he finally let go of her leg, and then she left him in the snow.

Ok, hear me out.

Evelyn Winter was very likely in a marriage of convenience with Rowen. Upon his death (or his secret escape) she knew she would spend her life in peril, with a weakened region and no husband to rely on.

She (probably) kicked him out so he wouldn't get killed. Rumors about him being her favorite were already rampant.

Gillas IS A SERVANT. He is not secretly a king. He's not secretly magic.

Evelyn Winter is in a precarious situation, in a territory that doesn't like her much...with no husband or male heir.

Yeah...she did the deed to save her lovers life.

She is super convincing though, and very mean to her enemies.

Also, being a lover wasn't super fun for Gillas. He was the estate artist/groundskeeper. He had to hand paint her wedding portrait, which hurt him deeply. Rowen and Evelyn Winter were not enemies. They were at the very least very close friends, and she agreed to marry him to help him. Gillas probably had to watch them get along famously while she "used him for pleasure". Evelyn Winter also insists that she was deeply in love with Rowen (so people will stop proposing to her.)

So, ouch.

Evelyn Winter also has an adorable daughter named Sherry. She is Rowen's child on paper. She could be...you know...but it doesn't matter. Even Gillas believes she's a legitimate daughter. The Winter couple got along well. Gillas was just a toy, after all. He got whipped and abandoned as soon as he got too clingy.

Gillas resents Sherry, because she's living proof of the real bond the Winter couple had (or has Rowen could be in hiding)

Evelyn Winter shoots at two employees in the first chapter.

Did they deserve it?

Kinda.

Are things bad in the Winter mansion?

Oh yes.

Ten(ish maybe 7) years layer the mansion is a hell pit. All of the servants hate their gorgeous master, because the region is still poor. The two servants were literally um...role playing an r-word scene...because they hate her that much.

Evelyn Winter has to be tough as nails, or that scene won't be a play someday.

Gillas returns a war hero. He works for the second prince. He wants to ruin her life. He hates her. He hates her daughter. He wants her to cry on her knees and beg for his mercy. His. He won't be satisfied if the people burn her. It has to be him. He was willing to suffer and be her pet forever, as long as she allowed him to stay by her side...but she grew bored of him.

He went nuts.

He went to the battlefield to kill, until the prince noticed him.

He became a heroic story.

Evelyn Winter is wise to his bullshit. She knows he is an enemy absolutely, and he will never be her ally.

Also him not liking the child is a big ew.

Evelyn is absolutely right to hiss at him and prioritize protecting her daughter.

Gillas is investigating Rowen, who might not be dead....oh and Evelyn has been accused of a bunch of crimes and she may be executed.

Her toughness can't save her.

She refuses to support the second prince, because she's not a total moron. Vincent clearly chose Gillas to torment and scare her specifically. There is no way that Vincent doesn't know about his insane obsession. Gillas keeps letting her hit him, despite his new high rank. He lets her insult him too, because he knows she's getting desperate...

Vincent gave Gillas the power to torment her.

They are a formidable villain duo.

She chooses to support the first prince.

He is naive and easy to please.

He wags his tail because she's pretty...oh and he didn't hire her ex-lover to execute her.

I don't think Joshua is a reliable ally though, and that sucks.

That means her only way out is Gillas. She has to use him somehow, to save her child.

It will not be easy.

Gillas wants her to suffer and depend on him. He wants her to die without honor or pride. He's been obsessed with her for so long. He can't even see straight when she's around. He loved her so much. He looked like a different man when he was with her.

It's so toxic.

He wants to crack her open to see what's inside, even if it kills her.

#Bitten by the Dog I Abandoned #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #revenge

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Ruhn Danaan x Reader | Like I Do

type: fluff, smut warning(s): curse words, explicit descriptions, unprotected sex, use of guns word count: 3k words request: @kennedy-brooke: hi lovely 🖤 i hope you are doing okay! idk if youre taking requests- but if by some chance you are (if not just completely ignore the ask i promise i wont be offended) would you be willing to write a ruhn oneshot? enemies/rivals to loversish with a fluffy ending (maybe smut if ur feeling up to it). i genuinely LOVE that u write for him, esp bc he is criminally underwritten for (smh) and i just know youd do it justice <3 xoxo -k

The gun is hot against your palm when the bullet just about an inch misses bull's eye. A frustrated groan leaves you, but a second later turns into an annoyed one.

“Close, but not close enough.” Tossing your braid over one shoulder and fully pushing back the earmuffs that have only covered one ear and now land on your shoulders, you glance back and lift a brow at the starborn prince that is casually leaning against the doorframe, a grin on his lips.

“Your business?”

“I am just trying to be helpful.” “Fuck off.” You turn back and place the small gun down, wanting to reach for a bigger one when a presence moves close to you. The scent of cologne and night fills your nostrils and you desperately try to not inhale. You hate him. You hate him so much.

Or…you want to hate him. You want to hate him so much. But you can't. Something has always been pulling you towards him and that is stressing you out. Not only because Pollux would do unspeakable things to you if he found out but also because he is Ruhn Danaan, Crown Prince of the Valbaran fae and you really, really don't want to have feelings for such a spoiled git.

“Let me help you,” Ruhn says and closes the door behind him with the kick of his foot.

“I really don't need help from someone like you," you growl and feel anger burn inside your veins.

He fakes hurt and folds a hand over his heart. “Ouch, that hurt." “Good.”

Ruhn chuckles lowly, watching you as you reach for a gun, one that is bigger than the one you just had.

“Really? That one?” Ruhn questions, his presence making you terribly angry. And nervous. And…aroused. What the hell is wrong with you? you ask yourself.

You roll your eyes, more at yourself but you hope he takes the hint—that his presence is not welcomed.

“Oh, so you think I cannot handle a big gun?” You put some stress to the word big and gun, slowly sucking your lower lip between your teeth while you give the starborn prince a once over.

Ruhn chuckles casually while his blood runs hot. And not only his skin but also one very specific body part tightens at how you have spoken the words. He has no doubt you can handle a big gun, but he internally knows that it will be his end to see you lift that rifel onto your shoulder and fire.

Oh, does he want to hate you. The Hammer being your lover should already make all the alarm bells in his head ring and it is probably your biggest red flag. Ruhn has wanted to hate you since the moment he met you, you are so proud and arrogant, but he cannot. It seems like a sheer impossibility, so all he can do is pretend and pretend only.

And that nearly drives him insane, because look at you – the most stunning, gorgeous female he has ever seen. Beautiful lips, soft skin, captivating eyes, your are breathtaking and outstand—

“Done drooling?” Your brow cocks up, challenge glowing like bright flames in your eyes.

The starborn prince’s nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing on you and he huffs a chuckle. “I wasn’t drooling.” Pushing your hip of the counter, you move to him, standing so close you are nearly breathing the same air. Your gazes lock and one could cut the tension with a knife when you place the not yet loaded gun under his chin, tipping it up. “You totally were, princeling.”

Ruhn’s lips form a smirk when his slender fingers curl around the gun and he moves your hand away from his jaw, but only to pull you to him, both your hands and the gun trapped between your bodies.

“Maybe thinking of you handling a big gun truly makes me drool,” Ruhn says, his voice dropping at least an octave. The deep tenor reverberates through you, making your toes curl. Ruhn is rewarded with hearing the breath hitch in your throat and he takes this moment to lean in, his brow raising when his eyes trail your features.

“So prove to me that you can truly work with such a big gun.” A smirk appearing on your lips and colour blooming high on your cheeks, you pull your hand out of his hold, step backwards and turn around so you can walk back to the stall where you put your gun down and pick up a bigger rifle.

“I thought you said big and not as small as this tiny thing.” Cackling, you flash him a grin over your shoulder, mischief sparkling in your eyes. “I bet that’s what most girls say to you in the bedroom.”

Every irrational thought has definitely left him, Ruhn thinks, because he finds your teasing more than erotic. He tries to glower, a small growl leaving him before a grin parts his lips. “Feisty little thing.” Now you huff, the tone rather playful than annoyed. “Take that back.” “Only if you hit bull's eye.” You wave your hand, that is not holding the gun at him, rolling your eyes and turn back, your whole focus going to the target. And damn him. You immediately lose focus again when his figure moves closer to you, towering over you, his chest nearly against your back.

“Can you step back?” you snap, almost growling at him.

“Why? Am I making you nervous?” His voice is taunting, a sweet whisper brushing down your spin. You hate this, you hate what he does to you.

“No,” you say and push your elbow backwards, shoving him softly. “I just need space.”

He chuckles, but gets the memo and gives you some more space—not much though.

You pop on the glasses again, and move the ear cuffs up, hefting the bigger rifle into your hands. Weighing it in your arms, you grin, hoping it will annoy him that you indeed can handle this big boy.

I’ll be dammed, Ruhn thinks when he cannot move his eyes away from you, his gaze following the movement of your fingers brushing over the chassis, stroking all the way down to the butt plate. He swallows hard and clear his throat, his hardening cock a painful ache behind his tight pants. You fit the gun to your shoulder with graceful simplicity. All your focus is finally on the target.

And then…

Ruhn nearly comes at the sight of you firing and aiming bull’s eye. His mouth gapes, a silent gasp leaving him. “Fuck.”

He internally thanks every god and higher being that you wear those cuffs and have not heard him. He is still in admiration when you turn to him, removing the ear cuffs, then the glasses and placing all things down on the counter. Ruhn wants to praise you for the shot, but he cannot give you that just then.

“Good, but still a lot you need to work on.” He is a cocky ass bastard, you decide once again. And Ruhn also knows that himself, but he just loves seeing you angry, all riled up, because this is what gets him worked up. Until meeting you he has had no idea that anger could be so hot, would turn him on so much.

“You know what, Ruhn, I really don’t care and I am anyways done for today. I am done here.” Shoving his shoulder, you brush past him, ripping the door open, dashing outside.

He annoys you and you know that the longer you stay with him the more it will hurt. Because this hate, this hate for him does not specifically come from him being a dick. It comes from your raging feelings for him. But your are stuck with Pollux and Ruhn hates you, so leaving Pollux would not be the solution to the problem, you would just be alone.

So you have to get out, get away from him. It is too much, and your hopes and dreams of what could be if you and Ruhn—

You shut your mind down and clamp your mouth shut when you run into the locker room, adjoint to the shower room. For a moment you just sit there, on one of the benches, staring at the opposite wall. Over the blood rushing in your ears from how many thoughts are coursing through your mind and the emotions bubbling up inside of you, you don’t even hear the door open.

Until—

You jump to your feet and your jaw drops to the ground. The starborn prince leans against the threshold leading to the bathroom, and is wearing just a towel around his waist. Your eyes lower for a moment, following the tattoos on his chest, his arms, glancing at his strong, solid muscles, his pierced nipples, moving up again to his lip ring, he is currently sucking between his teeth.

Your body flushes hot, and your have to first catch your breath to say something. Ruhn is quicker though.

“Sorry,” he says woth graceful simplicity —so casually, so cool, like it will make everything good. Like this word would solve all your problems.

You are irritated because in this very moment you don’t even know what he would be apologising for.

He has been cocky, yes, but that is it. He has done nothing wrong other than teasing and taunting you.

“I really dislike you, Ruhn,” you say with a smile on your face when you lift your gaze to his.

“A sweet little liar you are.”

“Wasn't lying,” you drawl and take a step closer to him. Ruhn also pushes of the threshold, eyes roaming your figure. “Nobody can hate some one and look at them like that.” Your voice is a breathy whisper when you ask, “Like what?” “Like you are stripping me bare with your eyes, imagining what is underneath that,” —Ruhn’s hand falls to his lower abdomen— “towel.”

You swallow thickly, desire clouding your vision.

“Something very little and tiny, I assume.” You grin, hoping to have landed a blow to his ego. But Ruhn only shakes his head and laughs. “Want to find out?” Your mind, and heart, and also your lady parts scream YES in unison when your lips part and you avert your gaze.

“Idiot,” you huff instead, trying to focus on anything but his private parts. Those thoughts you only allow in the dead of night.

“You are a starborn dick, Ruhn.”

His shoulders shake with silent laughter and Ruhn wipes one hand over his towel. “Yeah, I assume my dick has star potential…which brings me back to the topic.” He pauses, silently regarding and assessing you. He can see the desire in your eyes, your arousal so poignant, so delicious, your passion just as acute as his own.

Ruhn knows that this is the last chance to make you his. He knows if he lets you go again today there will never be a future for the two of you, and as much as he wants to hate you, he cannot bring himself to do so. So this is his last chance. That is why he is pulling all registers. “So we are going to shower together now? Angry fucking is always a good option.”

“I hate you.” A silly grin spreads over your whole face.

Ruhn’s hand brushes up your arm, to your shoulder and he curls his finger under the strap of your top. “Is that a yes?”

Your hands meet his chest first, then your lips close over his and you push him back agains the wall behind him. “Yes,” you breathe into his mouth, lips moving against each other, devouring the other. The kiss is passionate, hungry, like you have been longing, yearning for each other your whole life.

And it truly feels like this. Ruhn can't get enough, his hands are all over you, pulling your shirt up, unclipping your bra and tossing it away. He turns the two of you, you are now pressed against the wall, his hand moving over your chest, cupping your breast.

“So perfect,” the starborn prince groans against your neck, lips moving over the skin in a bruising kiss that has you moaning. His thumb rubs your taut nipple, before rolling it between his finger and his thumb. “Do that again.” And as bad as you do not want to do it again, you do, a moan parting your lips, your head falling back to the bathroom wall, eyes closing.

Finges curling around the edge of his towel, you simply pull it away, the starborn prince now in front you in all his nude glory. And gods, is he beautiful.

His erection is a hard press against your lower belly when his hips rub against you. His hands sliding down your sides, softly squeezing your hips, before moving to your rear. He helps you out of your leggings, pulling the little piece of nothing that is your underwear down your legs as well.

“Did you put them on already planning ahead?” Ruhn rasps in your ear, before pushing of the wall behind you and lifting the panties. “Going to keep them by the way.”

And with that he tosses them over to his bag, them landing perfectly in it.

“Ruhn!” you express loudly.

“Remember that name for when you come. Would like to hear you scream it.”

The starborn prince winks, amused by your stunned expression. You shove at his shoulder, laughing, but when his palm touches your lower belly, fingers splayed out, the laughter dies down. A gasp slips through your lips when Ruhn slides his hand lower, his heated gaze not leaving you, his lips still a smirk.

His middle finger touches the apex of your thighs and he once again leans into you. “You want this, right?”

Soft lips brush your jaw, your own hand sliding up Ruhn’s arm, over his shoulder, his neck, finding its place in the hair at the nape of his neck. You bring his mouth to yours, nipping softly at his lower lip. “Nothing I want more.”

This must have been his undoing—all restraints are gone.

Ruhn parts your hot flesh, sliding one, then two fingers inside of you, groaning at the wetness he is met with. “Always so wet for me?” he says, lips mere inches form his, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. You reward him with a grin, your own fingers curling around his proud length, stroking him, your thumb brushing the crown where a bead of liquid has already built up.

“Can return the question,” you pant, “always so hard for me?” Ruhn adds a third finger when he says, “Never not hard when I am around you.” Something tells you that this is the truth and you find it…incredibly hot.

When desire and need fully overflow the two of you, it all gets too much, the rising lust and need hardly bearable any longer. Ruhn’s fingers slip out of you. You kiss down his neck, still working him, the ungodly sound of him suckling on his fingers, the ones that have been inside of you, making you clench your thighs, your walls squeezing around nothing.

He moans low in his throat, nothing tastes like you, he knows that. The only thing he will need in his life from now on.

Your moan, the silent plea Ruhn understands, draws his attention fully back to you. His eyes darker than usual, ablaze, move over your face, stopping at your lips. “Jump,” he says and kisses you again, hands grabbing your ass, lifting you up, pushing you against the wall when you simultaneously bring the tip of his rigid cock to your entrance. He slides in with ease, having prepared you well, his length stretching you out, filling you so perfectly. And you fit perfectly, like his cock has been made exactly for you.

A groan makes Ruhn press an open-mouthed kiss against your jaw, hips softly moving against yours. Your curl your legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders from how tightly you hold onto him.

“So wet and and tight, sweetheart,” Ruhn drawls, licking over your ear.

“Just for you, starborn prince.” Your raspy voice has his cock twitching and he pushes harder into you, pounding you against the tile wall, skin slapping against skin, but also against the wall. The sounds are so wet, so sinful. Also the pöace you have chosen is somehow a sin.

Are you truly letting Ruhn, the starborn prick, fuck you in the bathroom or a public olace?

"I bet he can't fuck you like I do."

A strangled cry leaves you in response because he truly can't.

"Say it!" Ruhn commands. "Say that he can't fuck you like I do." "No one can fuck me like you do. It is only your cock that–"

You cry out loudly, Ruhn’s name mixing with curses, when your throw your head back and squeeze him tightly. You move along with him, riding his proud length.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Ruhn himself releases a deep growl, taking you harder, rougher, his thrusts deep, making you feel every glorious inch of him.

You come with a scream, hand twisted in his hair, the starborn prince’s mouth on your boob, suckling, his tongue flicking over the taut bud. He follows quickly after you, hips moving against yours with sloppy thrusts when his hot release spurts of your walls.

“We forgot protection.”

You release a loud breath, chest heaving with deep inhales, eyes squeezed shut. Sweat grazes your skin and you pant loudly, ringing for air so you can answer him. “I’m on…the pill.”

A relieved groan leaves Ruhn at that and he kisses your brow, slowly helping you climb down, softly placing your shaky legs on the ground. “Can stand alone?”

His seed is running down the insides of your thighs when you glance downwards, knees wobbly. You hold onto him and give your head a little shake. “No, need you.”

Leaning forward you kiss his chest before leaning your chin against his chest and smiling up at him.

“I will break up with Pollux tonight. Will you offer me a place to stay, a bed to sleep?” “Nothing I would rather want.” Happiness makes a small tear appear in the corner of the prince's left eye. He kisses your nose, your forehead, your mouth, pulling you to him by your shoulders.

“My home is always open for you and I will always welcome you. I will wait outside when you break up with him, I cannot not,” —Ruhn kisses your pouted lips— “let you go alone. And yes, I know you are a grown girl amd very strong, but I cannot risk anything. I will be there, all the time.”

You kiss his toned chest again, smiling. “I know that Ruhn. I really do.”

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tags: @azrielsbabyg @brekkershadowsinger @euphoricpixiee

#ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn x reader #ruhn danaan #crescent city

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Yae Miko with a GN!reader and Yae is scared that she might be accidentally hurting or manipulating S/O, so she's confused as to why S/O keeps coming back to her, scared that she might be accidentally gaslighting S/O when in reality she's doing nothing wrong

"Loving you, killing you, isn't it thrilling? You've said enough from those guts you've been spilling through Crying and begging, a lovely sound I tear at your soul, but you still stick around What I've found is a treasure indeed A friend who can bend to my every need I'll use and abuse you and never feel bad, until suddenly, funnily, you take my hand Tangle you tight in the yarns that I've spun And I'll do it again, to get what I want Pretend that I'm harmless, I'm actually alarmed this is something charming to anyone... (wow) The fact can actually make Death wanna Die? I'm the one that you love, and I'm making you cry And it's "just me", after all"

"You know, I want you to care that I want you to stay So I swear I won't blame you if you turn away At the end of the day, I will smile and give in to this burning and vile Original sin 'Cause hell is the realization you're selfish And drawn to the loving, the soft and the helpless I can see through that facade that you wear When you're honest, and promise you'll fight the despair And I'll say it again, that I know I'm the worst So then how can you spend so much love on the person that hurts you Like I do? 'Cause inside, I can't hide that I cannot desert you And if I'm "the world" to you, surely you never stood even a chance at all, didn't you? It's me, after all"

This request was based on the song "Ijimeko Bully" by Mori Calliope so please try to focus most on the themes of the song also here is the overall lyric analysis made by the song writer/singer:

"The basic theme and motif is, it is a self-hating song. …The self-hatred is accompanied by confusion as to why someone still continues to love them. Think of like, for example, a kind of Beauty and Beast situation. There’s a terrible beast who doesn’t understand why when they continue to hurt the person they care about, the person that they care about keeps coming back to them. …This is coming from the perspective of the beast.

Something I want to make really clear is, in this sense, because this is coming from the beast’s mind, there are mentions of things like hurting, abuse, et cetera. This is because, since we’re in the mind of the beast, these are just things that this villainous being believes that they are doing, right? So perhaps they aren’t actually hurting someone. But they hate themselves so much that any time they give the bluntest little quip against someone that they care about. while to that other person it might feel like, “ouch that was kind of a harsh word,” to the beast, perhaps, it feels like they’ve done something horrible and struck and actually hurt that person much more deep than what may be the truth.

So for example, while I don’t actually go out of my way to go on rants and tirades and angry shouting at anyone because I really don’t like confrontation, sometimes I’ll give a sharp little remark or say, “Oh, that wasn’t funny.” But it’s like, it feels to me as soon as I’ve said it I regret it, and I say, “oh man, oh shit oh fuck, oh no,” and I feel like I’ve really hurt that person. There are times when I’ve apologized afterward to people that I care about, and they say, “What are you talking about, it’s fine, y'know it was a little annoying, but it’s not that big of a deal, dude.” And maybe the root of that is because the beast actually just hates themself. So there’s the self-hatred part. ‘Calli’s the beast?’ Maybe!"

Bully?

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Yae Miko

Pairings: Yae Miko x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word count: 655

Synopsis: Oh little red, what an innocent face. Let me eat you up. You’ll sit well in my stomach. …Won’t you?

Extra Notes: I really like this ask. I like the lyrics of the song too. Very thoughtful. Thanks for requesting!

Yea is known for making people sweat and squirm. On occasion she’s made some of them cry. At first she thought you were simply a masochist, continually coming back to her with that big, dopey smile and offerings only to be turned into a flustered mess when she teased you. But you kept coming back. Then she thought you were trying to bribe her, everyone who comes to the shrine has some sort of desire, whether or not they want to admit it. But you voluntarily said that the only thing you wanted was to see her. Finally, she thought you were a blind, lovestruck fool. No one really loves her. No one even truly knows her. You just want to have a pretty and powerful woman like her wrapped around your finger, but if you think Yae is going to fall for that, you’re sorely mistaken. But you surprise her once again. You claim to not care if she loves you. You admit to having a crush on her. Yae cuts you off with a quip about how she’d never date a human. You look down shamefully but continue on and say that you’d still like to be her friend. You enjoy seeing her in action and the conversations you have with her are entertaining. And that one day, You can know the real her.

Yae is stunned by your confession. Taken back by your sincerity. She sorely regrets making that snide remark earlier.

The sunset light hits your face beautifully, and you smile at her. It’s time for you to go back to your boring, little human life. Yae almost doesn’t hear your question of if she wants you to come back the next day, as you always do. She waves you off and says that you can do whatever you want. She’s hit with another wave of guilt as your face falls.

The response was something typical of her to say, but it still hurt for you to hear.

Yae isn’t sure how to react to this rare feeling of discomfort. Since when is she uncomfortable with being herself? Normally she basks in a person’s crestfallen face or at least is disappointed in it. But just now, with you, she felt… ashamed of herself.

You disappear down the mountain and Yae retires to her chambers. She doesn’t sleep. One night of missed sleep is nothing to her. Instead she lays in her comfy futon and thinks about all the times she must have hurt you. She says so many things in a day, so used to saying whatever will get the best reaction out of people.

She used to think it was you that she had to be wary of. Oh how the tables have turned. The reality is that it’s you who should be avoiding her.

Miko feels as though she’s been stabbed as the thought of you avoiding her crosses her mind. What a terrible life that would be, she thinks to herself.

But…

She can’t argue that it would be better for you. Even she has to admit to the damages she must have done to you. The ways she’s baited you, letting her teasing go too far. She’s taken every gift you gave, every compliment, everything. Such an adorable, little piece of sunshine. Little red riding hood just trying to pick flowers for grandma and the big bad wolf— Yae came along and ruined everything. Stole your innocence and hope. All while smiling about it.

Yae is torn between wanting you to come back and hoping you stay away. She’s a bad influence. A bad person. She’ll only continue to hurt you. It’s who she is after all. You’ll never truly know her. You’ll never make it past her walls. You’ll start climbing and she’ll tease you and laugh when you fall and land on your ass. It’s just too entertaining. It's too mean. She should tell you to stay away.

Even if it makes her heart sting.

#genshin impact #yae miko x reader #genshin x reader #wow i got an ask!#posted fic #unbeknownst to yae youre a fucking simp #an absolute degenerate that would thank her for stepping on you

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foap-enjoyer · 7 months

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Hiding an injury | Betrayal | Lying

Hiding an injury.

'There's soldiers worse off.'

Triggers for this prompt: Implied broken bones, disassociation, scalding of hot liquid. Mentions of amputation and surgery. Ships for this prompt: Pre-Ghoap implied. Also fatherly Price moment/s.

Word count: ~3000

Read here, on AO3: Ouch. - Chapter 4 - Tsukuyomi_Ravioli - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

“Well, that went to shit.”

“Nicely put, Sergeant.”

At least Price agreed with him. Then again, it’d be weird if he didn’t; the mission had most definitely gone ‘to shit’. Out of an assigned twenty, three hadn’t made it home, and another fifteen had been injured. The literal, figurative, documented definition of shit.

Even Ghost. The lieutenant Ghost, had been among those injured. A minor wound, compared to some of the others, but at the end of the day, it was still a bullet to the leg. Soap had watched him fall. Hell, he’d been personally responsible for taking out the prick dumb enough to even consider aiming at him.

He would’ve also been the idiot to have to drag Ghost out of the fray, but luckily, Gaz was there. He had been quick to charge forward, hooking his hands through Ghost’s shoulder-straps and yanking, hard. They’d tumbled off out of view and into the brush surrounding the battle field. An embarrassing feat, and yet Soap never called him out for it.

That was because he found out later Gaz had been shot too, reaching for their lieutenant. Shoulder, right besides his neck- way too close for comfort. Way too close.

Like he said. The mission went to shit.

He felt bad for the doctors, too- and the nurses, and field medics, and anyone during those gruelling four hours out on the field who had any single drop of medical training. They’d been strained, and if he was honest, were still strained now. Injuries don’t heal magically once you step off of the helo and onto base, after all. Four of the fifteen had collapsed upon arriving, seven had needed surgery, and yet another had died along the way. It had been pure chaos.

So why would he bring up that he was hurt?

There had been no point. A couple of bruises is what he had, and that’s all they were. Deep, purple, ugly bruises that marred the entirety of his left arm, but simple bruises nonetheless. Nothing compared to what he had seen today, and by God had he seen a lot.

Sure, his arm ached, burned, even, but not as much as he imagined Corporal Ellias’ legs felt after being violently torn to shreds by a grenade in the field. He’d seen the man screaming as they wheeled him into surgery, where he sat in the waiting room with Price. There was no way they could save the legs, given the severity. He couldn’t compete with that. His bruises didn’t even come close to that.

So, he did the next best thing; shut the fuck up.

Contrary to popular belief, Sergeant Soap Mactavish was very good at shutting up. An impressive feat for any soldier, let alone one who worked with explosives. They had a nasty stereotype of being crazy. Madmen. A stereotype that many of his fellow specialists happily filled in with no cares in the world. But him?

Being a member of 141 didn’t give him that privilege. He’d learnt to be quiet as his time as a rookie, because being quiet got him further than opening his trap and yapping. You sit, nice and quiet, like a little dog, and you’re rewarded. That was the game the military played, and a game he was very, very good at.

This was no different.

Sit like a good, quiet dog.

Price sighed from beside him. A heavy, achingly tired sound.

Soap blinked away the fog building in his eyes, glancing over at him. “You alright, Cap?”

Price looked at him, “Four men are dead, Soap.” He leaned forward onto his knees, holding his head in his hands, rubbing fingers stiffly against the bridge of his nose. “They don’t think Ellias will make it either.”

Soap leaned back into his chair, ignoring the way his arm screamed at him as he brought it up, crading it idly to his chest. “It doesn’t surprise me.” He thought back to the injuries on the corporal. Even if he did survive, he would be without legs, most definitely no longer a soldier. Mutilated beyond ‘repair’, according to the army. He could still live a good, happy life though. If he pulled through. “Have the nurses called his family yet?”

Price sighed again, “They’re gonna wait, see if he survives the night. Don’t want to put all that stress on them for nothing.”

He nodded. It made sense, after all. “You speak to the receptionist, then?”

“For a moment, before she shoved me out here.” Out ‘here’ was their waiting room. Outside of the actual medical ward their base owned. He wouldn’t even consider it a waiting room. More like a glorified corridor. “They’re over-run in there, poor sods.”

Sit like a good, quiet dog. “Yeah, no kidding.” He rubbed a thumb gently over his sleeved-injury, massaging the fabric over the bruises. It sent a shockwave of fresh agony through his body, causing him to jolt violently in his seat. Price didn’t seem to notice. Somehow. “Any news on, um-” Fuck, that hurt. “Gaz ‘n’ Ghost?”

“Ghost is doing fine. Bullet didn’t pierce anything major. He’s awake and moving, last I heard.”

“And… Gaz?”

Price inhaled sharply. “Gaz is in surgery. Bullet…” He exhaled, softer, this time. “Something about it is upsetting the doctors.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed, son. Fuck indeed.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Soap had no doubt that his Captain was thinking about Gaz. He couldn’t blame him, now, he was too. Until a clog in his mind clicked. “Have you been checked out yet, Price?”

His captain blinked, opening his mouth to speak. Nothing came out. Soap chuckled, prodding the older man’s shoulder with his good arm. “Go get checked out.”

“I’m fine.” Price found his voice, furrowing his brows. “Just a few scrapes.”

“Always better to get checked out, aye?”

Price’s eyes fell on him. “Have you?”

Soap smiled awkwardly, meeting his gaze. He watched as the man glared into his soul, studying every inch of him available to the eye. “I’m all good, Price.” He promised, “I got checked out on the plane.”

It technically was true. A half-truth. He’d gotten a nasty cut on his head, and a field medic had offered to close it up for him during their journey back, when she had had the time to take her gaze away from the grievous wounds of his teammates.

He sported the beige, sad, half-sticky plaster as a token of his truth.

“Go on.” He encouraged with a wave of his hand when Price jostled slightly, uncertain. “Get lost, go get looked at.”

“Alright.” That one word was filled with doubt. Soap smiled harder, a grin that bared his teeth. A defensive smile. “Stay here, will you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of leaving you, Cap.”

“Soap?”

Soap groaned, blindly warding the person off with his leg, bumping against what he assumed was their knee. “Go ‘way.”

“Son.” A soft chuckle. Then, a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “You can’t just sit here forever.”

“Can too.” He huffed, twisting in his seat, suddenly very, very aware of how uncomfortable he felt. How his back ached, and how his arm throbbed warmly under his sleeve. His neck hurt too. He must’ve fallen asleep at an awkward angle. Sighing, he cracked open an eye to regard the man in front of him. Price looked downright exhausted himself, and Soap didn’t doubt for a second that he wasn’t. “What’s up?”

Price sighed, mirroring him. “Nothing, nothing. Which, if I’m honest, is more annoying than something. I haven’t got any news on Gaz yet. Still in surgery.”

Soap exhaled sharply. “Still? How long was I out?”

“About six hours or so.” His eyes were gentle as he took a seat opposite Soap, leaning his elbows on his knees, then resting his head atop his hands. “It’s been a long fucking night, Sergeant.”

He hummed in understanding. His arm felt heavier than ever, still throbbing achingly under his skin, twisting and turning with each breath. It hurt, but Price was right. It had been a long night, not only for them, but for the doctors, too. He couldn’t walk in now, couldn’t ask for help. Couldn’t bring himself to. He could go tomorrow, maybe, if they weren’t so booked up. “How many others?”

“Are still in their care?”

“Aye.”

Price leaned back, head hitting the wall behind him, his eyes half closed tiredly. “Around ten.”

Yeah. No way he was walking in there.

So, he stood himself up, brushed himself off, as best as he could, and offered his good hand to Price, who blinked up at him, exhausted. “Why don’t we go grab a drink or something?” He offered with a smile, “C’mon.”

They ended up in the staff room.

Their staff room, to be specific. A little common room just for squadron 141. Apparently being an ‘elite’ force meant they got their own set of tea and coffee. Go figure.

The sofas weren’t of the best quality, but they were enough to quell the agony in his back, even if just by a smidge. So, in his eyes, good enough.

It’s not like the aches and pains of a post-mission body would fade quickly, after all. Not at his age. He wasn’t a little kid any more, and his body needed time. He’d feel better soon enough. He hoped.

Across from him, Price was nursing his drink of choice; Earl grey tea. The old bastard. His eyes were half-closed, mouth parting occasionally to either sip or yawn as he stared into nothingness, locked in his own thoughts.

Soap could relate. Of course he could relate. His mind was on Gaz. On his surgery, as well as the countless others they had dragged back from the fight only a few hours ago. He wondered how Ellias was doing, the young soldier whose legs were most likely removed, by now. Wondered if the man had even survived the traumatic surgery. God knows he wouldn’t have.

He blinked as something warm touched his hands. Something hot. Boiling, even.

Peering down at his own mug, he watched in fascination as his hands trembled around the ceramic glass, jolting the liquid inside. Morsels of coffee spilled out over the sides, burning holes into his pale skin.

“You alright, son?” That was Price speaking. Who else would it be, dumbass? Concern dripped in his voice, and he could hear shuffling ahead of him. Yet his eyes remained enrapt by the scalding marks growing on his skin. Like a moth to light. “Son…?”

He felt… numb.

He couldn’t feel his body anymore. Like he was high, floating above his body like a ghost. Spectating himself, he supposed. He knew he was in pain, and yet, he couldn’t feel any of it. He could see the red marks trailing across the skin of his hands. He could feel the aches in his neck and back, the throbbing in his arm, and yet he couldn’t feel it.

It was like he was high, floating above his body, spectating himself. Like he wasn’t him. He felt panicked at such a feeling and yet he couldn’t even feel that fucking panic. Like the emotion just bubbled out of him like an overfull glass. Like the coffee in his mug, hitting his skin.

There was a hand, on his own, squeezing. The mug, just like that, was steadied. His emotions no longer overflowing. He breathed wetly.

When had he been crying?

“-ap? Soap.”

His eyes flickered upwards. Price was kneeled in front of him, eyes wide with worry. Worry that practically tenfolded as soon as Soap simply glanced in his direction. “What’s wrong?”

Nothing. Nothing was wrong. He was fine, why did Price care? There were others who needed help more. Gaz. Ellias. All their soldiers. Why did Price care?

He shook his head, biting his lip before tugging his hands away from Price’s own, ignoring the wave of agony that shot up his spine at the simple movement. Coffee splattered onto his knees. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not-” Price’s hands reached up, wrapping onto his forearms. Both his forearms.

Tight fingers pressed into his bruised arm, and he gasped, yelping, fingers loosening on the mug in his hands, dropping the entire cup onto his lap as he writhed in pain. His whole body was in agony holy shit-

“Sorry- sorry!” He could hear Price apologising. Could feel hands moving away.

He hoped the coffee hadn’t burnt Price too.

A wad of fabric was shoved onto his legs, where the coffee had seeped through. A hand grappled once more for his bruised arm, holding tight. He hissed like a feral animal, vision blurry with pain, trying to yank himself back, but fingers held on firmly.

“Let me see, son.” Price was murmuring as he fought him. “Let me see. You’re alright.”

“Don’t touch it.” He sounded like a child. Like a whiny little kid. God, what was wrong with him? “Price, please-”

“I have to, kid. I’m sorry.” His sleeve was yanked up, and he felt Price flinch. “Jesus Christ, Soap… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was fine.” He snarled through tears, finally able to successfully yank his arm backwards, tucking it into his chest as he shuffled away in his seat. “I was handling it.”

“This isn’t handling it.” Price stared at him sadly. “C’mon. We’re going back to med.”

“No.” He shook his head, “They’re busy enough. They don’t need to fix… this.”

“Son. Look at me.” Price snapped his fingers, and Soap instinctually met his brown eyes. Ever the true soldier. “This.” He gestured to his bruised, swollen arm. “This isn’t normal. This isn’t bruising, son. I think you’ve broken your arm.”

Well it definitely explained why he was acting like a blubbering child right now.

“Let me take you to med.” Price pleaded softly, like a mother to a terrified child. “Soap. Come on.”

“I’m fine.” He stressed again, “I can handle it, sir.”

“It doesn’t matter if you can handle it or not.” The man shook his head, reaching forward to grasp Soap’s good hand. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Come on.”

Sitting on a gurney wasn’t Soap’s idea of a fun time.

Sitting on a gurney with a cast on his entire left arm wasn’t much better.

Sitting on a gurney hooked up to meds for his injuries was definitely not much better at all.

He felt alone.

Price had left him alone, needing to attend something to do with Gaz. The doctors had left him alone, needing to attend to other injured men. He had been right. The medbay was busy, they didn’t need him taking up a bed that could be used for someone more injured. Someone more important.

“Hey.”

His eyes flicked upwards to the door. There, stood in the frame, was none other than Simon Riley. He was on crutches, and his injured leg was high off of the floor, a bright, white bandage wrapped snug against the cut fabric of his jeans, on his thigh.

Soap sighed. “Hi.”

“I thought you weren’t injured?” Ghost moved himself inwards slowly, nudging the door closed with his plastic aids before beginning a trek that seemed far too long for someone so injured to his bedside.

Guilt churned in his gut. “I thought I wasn’t.”

“Bullshit.” Simon paused in his journey to look up at him through his mask. The black smudges around his eyes were semi-washed away. He must have had a cut on his face that needed tending to. “You don’t think I’m stupid enough to believe that, right?”

He huffed. “No.”

“Well it sounds like you do.” Ghost finally made it to his side, collapsing into the hard, plastic chair beside his gurney. “So spill it, Johnny.”

“Excuse me?”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” The end of a crutch poked him in the leg. Ghost’s eyes were narrowed with anger. “Not even the on-field medics?”

He shrugged. His shoulders ached with the movement. “Didn’t think I needed to.”

Another poke from the crutch. “Sergeant.”

“Why can’t you just fuck off?” He snarled, quickly regretting his choice of words as Ghost’s eyes shot up to him in semi-shock. “Sorry.”

The older man barked a laugh, which surprised him slightly. He had expected rage, anger. Not laughter. “I don’t take orders from Sergeants, Mactavish. Talk.”

“Look, I just-” He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “I just didn’t want to take up space. Alright?”

“Elaborate?”

“Gaz was in surgery, we had soldiers dying, you were injured, why the fuck would I speak up?” God, now he was rambling. Like an idiot. “It didn’t matter what I was feeling, unlike the rest of you I wasn’t going to bleed out overnight. I could’ve come back tomorrow-”

Ghost held a hand up, and Soap fell into silence obediently. “No.”

Now it was his turn to laugh. “No?”

“That’s not how the military works, Soap. I thought you of all people would know this.”

“We don’t live in a first come first served world, Simon. I did what I thought was right.”

“But was it right?” Simon’s brown eyes bore holes into his soul, so he looked away, into his lap, fidgeting with the blankets. “Because the way I see it, Johnny, you don’t think of yourself as high as the podium you put the rest of us on.”

“How would you know?” He muttered.

“Trust me.” Simon’s voice was terrifyingly soft. A hand touched his leg, squeezing. “I know.”

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satancopilotsmytardis · 14 days

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Ooh new chapter!

Well, there goes his plan on waiting until he forgets that he's human. Good. Though the thought of Shifting-Sickness is kind of terrifying. It was bad enough when it just meant forgetting your human self, losing that part of yourself, but this is. Well, it makes sense, I guess? You'd lose so much, after all, it would make sense for someone's psyche not to survive that either.

Okay, that's harsh. It's not entirely a lie, but it's very much exagerated and harsh. Like I said, the "tantrum to get his attention again" is, I don't know. It's true that Dabi wants to get his attention again, but calling it a tantrum feels wrong. Especially since he really does want to kill him and is ready to see everything else burn, too.

I'm glad Dabi gets to talk to someone about his past. I'm also glad Stain can give him more information about shifters. It's interesting that Shouto is a shifter as well! I wonder if he knows? I wonder if Rei knows and told him to hide it, too? Not telling them about each other would be cruel, but since they never interact anyway, I could kind of see where the thought is coming from? Hmm.

Ouch. I mean yeah, the situation is messed up and at least Shigaraki should know Dabi is a shifter, but Dabi keeps getting thrown in the deep end, doesn't he? Again and again and again he feels terrible about what is going on. Again and again there are new reasons for him to feel like that.

Dabi is planning on sacrificing himself. Not only to kill his father, but to try and take away some of the pain the League will feel after he dies. He still worries about them so much. He's in love with Shigaraki and it shows. He says he hates that he's being selfish and he tries to make decisions to protect the others but it won't work because he needs to talk to them for that.

I love when Stain and Shigaraki get along. That duo is so funny. Also, I'm glad Shigaraki has someone he can talk to about this stuff.

Oh my god. You didn't. Holy shit, that is one hell of a way for that reveal to go. Of course, Dabi immediately focuses on the important things (like Shigaraki's eyes).

Nobody in this house is normal. Shigaraki doesn't even consider that Dabi might be a spy, he's just fucking terrified of losing Onigiri again. Of losing that first good thing that happened to him.

Well, that's a shift in dynamic. Though I guess I can see why. Dabi just confessed to him and he's definitely pretty and when you think about everything Dabi has been doing under the light that he's human, yeah, okay. Though I'm a bit worried that Shigaraki also did that to keep him. Because he's scared that if he doesn't give Dabi this, he'll leave. Their dynamic is very messy here. I hope they talk about it and work it out once they're no longer this on edge.

Dabi wants to show that he is useful. Oh, the boy wants to do whatever it takes to be able to stay. Also, he really needs to get over the fact that he's colour blind as a cat fast or things are going to be even more awkward. It's already bad enough that he knows way more than he should and that he needs to be careful with what he says (and also that he has had way too little human interaction).

Boyfriend reveal, lol. Dabi is going to have to put the work in to get along with the rest of the League, especially since he really can't interact with Onigiri for that. Stain is an absolute bastard (who wants to make sure at least Shigaraki knows).

Oof, this is a lot. The fact that Shigaraki is absolutely jealous that Stain knee before him hurts, but is understandable. Dabi will have to put in a lot of work before the others accept him. They don't think he's good for Tomura and I can see why, but also that's kinda fucked up.

Aw, they're working out a routine! Also, Shigaraki is absolutely right, Dabi would do absolutely anything if he said it would make him happy. He's such a simp.

Stain is such a menace oh my God. He's going to keep poking at Dabi until he sets someone on fire. Just made a joke about his quirk directly after having a very serious talk. I love this man.

Dabi is trying so, so hard. Especially since the others are already sad about the fact that Onigiri isn't around. Do they think that Dabi and Onigiri don't get along? That would explain at least some of the cold attitude. Or do they think Dabi too was send by AfO? Do they think he's trying too hard? God, Dabi just wants his family to like him :(.

They're bonding! "Their guilty consciences bullied them for me." Is a very funny line.

Mmm very good smut. Pet play and Master kink! It's been a while. Though I can't help but remember that they have thin walls... I guess the others will just have to deal with that.

It's cool that Dabi gets more cat-like urges as a human when he's so out of his head! I'm sure Shigaraki won't mind letting Dabi clean him up some time :).

This chapter sure was a ride! I'm glad Shigaraki knows now, and I'm looking forward to seeing Dabi interact with the rest of the League more! I do wonder, is Shigaraki going to make Dabi the leader for the summercamp job again? How will everyone feel about that? Guess we'll have to wait and see! (Just like Dabi has to wait and see if he ever gets to know Stain's animal form).

Thank you so much!

Stain is definitely harsh, but not everyone is going to look at a revenge plot and think it's something worth dying over no matter what the reason their doing it is. For someone who's entire goal is to change the world through his violence and not let himself be stopped until he's finished with his work and surrenders, Dabi just having the plan to scream his trauma to the world and then immediately go out in a blaze of glory after killing one guy would be pretty pathetic to him

Stain and Shigaraki have such sibling energy in this fic and I'm kind of living for it, supreme bitchiness and effectiveness all at once

NO ONE IN THAT HOUSE IS NORMAL

Dabi and Shig are both a mess throughout this chapter but they are doing their best to figure it out! The League and Stain just to happen to be REALLY not helping as they do.

They do have thin walls :) and I'm sure that won't come back to haunt them at all :)

Thanks for commenting!

#tanco speaks #ask #asks

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caer-gai · 5 months

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Angsty Arthurian AU Idea number ???

Reincarnation AU! Ector is raising a not-yet-remembering Arthur on his own in some off the grid small town. All alone. No Kay. Arthur had this feeling of 'something missing' his entire childhood, Ector knows who it is and has just enough of an idea what's become of Kay that it hurts a lot to think about.

They gather a bunch of local reincarnations Bedivere for sure, maybe Dinadan, Morgan, Guinevere, as Arthur is remembering and coming into his destiny. They're a small, tight knit found family scrappy low resources rebellion sort of vibe. Very fun very cool.

Now, Uther is still alive and well and running his own court/cult of personality/militant group. They and Arthur's group will come into conflict but he's also got his own agenda. Anyways one of his strongest lieutenants is Lot, who runs a powerful secret base for Uther's group, where he's "training" his sons to be Uther's perfect soldiers.

He also has Kay.

Between Lot and Uther they've made Kay into the perfect weapon against Arthur: trained since he was a baby, magic forced to it's max making him really powerful (a way to describe it i came up with comes from bedivere "The magic around him was screaming") he's supposed to be unshakably loyal. Excpt the only ones he's really loyal to are Lot's kids, to which he's become a weird sort of surrogate big brother (as much as he can). They're the only one's who treat him like a human.

Gareth absolutely hero warships Kay (though in a naive 'you're such a great knight i can't wait to serve Uther too!' kind of way that hurts Kay's soul). Anyways Kay is absolutely terrifying on the battlefield, and for a long time no one and nothing can stand in his way. Until he fights Bedivere (neither know each other's identity)

Bedivere is a solid challenge on his own, but when Kay blasts him with fire it doesn't burn Bedivere. Instead it activates some sort of magic signal bound to their souls, which protects Bedivere. Now that they know both are horror struck (for different reasons) and freeze. One of Kay's "teammates" takes a cheap shot at Bedivere, but he's warned by his team and dodges away. Making him the first to ever escape Kay.

Bedivere tells his peeps about this, which sends Ector into a dark spiral and leads Arthur to ask a lot of questions. Meanwhile, Kay is back at base and not in his armour for the first time. And he's in a cell. Gawain comes to visit, angry at Kay for freezing up, mostly because it made Lot mad. he goes on at Kay for a while before Kay finally snaps and tells him that it was Bedivere he was fighting, and on top of it the signal that save Bedi's life was one he a Kay crafted together to ensure that they couldn't hurt each other.

Which ouch. Gawain tried to apologize, but Kay's too tired for this rn and goes to sleep.

That's about as far as I've gotten linearly. Two other scenes I have in mind with Kay and Gareth-

Gareth is following Kay around while he's getting ready for a mission, mentions how he wants to be just like Kay when he grows up and Kay stops what he's doing gets down on Gareth's level and looks him in the eyes and says "Beaumains, You are going to be so much better than I ever was." (One day, in a happier world and place, where Gareth doesn't have to be anyone's soldier he remembers the first life, and he remembers this and he goes to Kay and hugs him and tells him he's still his hero)

Gareth wants very badly to go with Kay on one of his missions. So badly he teaches himself to replicate Kay's fire magic, and shows it to Kay hoping to impress him. Instead Kay freaks the fuck out and yells at him and makes him promise to never show or tell anyone about this ever again. it's the first time gareth is genuinely scared of kay. Kay hates himself for it but he can't let Lot and Uther put Gareth through the same hell that has been Kay's entire life.

idk if im feeling silly enough i might do some art for this, bc the visual of badass armoured up Kay reassuring little baby Gareth is living in my brain now

#gareth #kay #gawain #arthur #sir ector #reincarnation au #random au thoughts #my brain gave me this and the desire for it to be fully animate in the same style as Castlevania and im like bro #it takes us a year to make two pages of webcomic #in what universe #implied child abuse

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blorbocedes · 2 years

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Hi!!! I got to say that thanks to your blog I am now in my brocedes brain rot era. So, hear me out, my brain is basically wired to make Taylor Swift lyrics connections with any type of media or topic I consume, so here’s my essay about how brocedes is my tears ricochet coded (specifically, Nico’s POV).

right from the start the “If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too” line literally hits. basically, it SUMS UP the mutually destructive relationship they had while racing together and how hurting the other would eventually end up hurt themselves as well. but most importantly, it brings the toxic vindictive and spiteful feeling of yeah I might lose and crash out and disobey orders but you can bet your ass I’m bringing you down with me that somehow revolved around them.

and then BOOM, the classic part. “Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe / All the hell you gave me?”

So listen, I’m not saying that Taylor psychoanalyzed Nico when writing this but. you know. they’re both insane blondies, so I guess their spirits are connected in some ways. like literally the “all the hell you gave me” could represent all the mind games that were going on at the time, but to make it all worse there was also love, I mean they were friends! childhood friends! that loved each other very much and that shared many precious memories that, even when blurred by anger and some form of resentfulness, will be carried till their dying days.

oooh the hurt, oooh the betrayal, oooh the how could he do this to me energy floating around them.

and then we get to the chorus.

Like. C’MON, one can’t read “I didn't have it in myself to go with grace” and not think this is Nico coded. Because, he just couldn’t let it go, could he? he couldn’t just go in a quiet way, just couldn’t not explain his side and miss the opportunity of making his point across, of leaving his mark even if it meant burning even more bridges of their relationship.

“And you're the hero flying around, saving face” oh hi Lewis, the king of “saving face”, the master of doing whatever it takes to not take a hit to his reputation even if that means posing of as hero, who never did anything wrong. BUT a hero is supposed to help others, right? but all Lewis did was hurt Nico :/ and in the name of saving himself and his image he was just pushing ALL the blame on his former teammate. ouch.

Like Taylor said herself: “Writing this song, it kind of occurred to me that [in] all of the superhero stories, the hero’s greatest nemesis is the villain that used to be his best friend.” ouch ouch ouch.

i am honestly impressed, and also a little amused that apparently every baby brocedes goes through the same arc because I too have disassociated listening to this very song and attaching it to brocedes. I'm just gonna post your whole analysis, cause it's really quite Something 😭 and I am honoured to have been to you, what @kritischetheologie's blog was to me when I first got into brocedes. Also you are endlessly creative and I enjoyed reading this 3 parter taylor swift analysis.

also, if you're gonna enjoy this https://podiumdan.tumblr.com/post/662757375956140032/if-im-on-fire-youll-be-made-of-ashes-too

Part 2 here

#blorbocedes ask #brocedes #my tears richochet the essay

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intersexdabi · 2 years

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do you have any get-together hcs for twice and dabi?

i'm assuming you mean as in how they end up together? if not, feel free to correct me. also sorry for dawdling on this

well, first of all, neither of them have any romantic experience

they've never really even had friends before the league

hell, both of them essentially lost their families in their teens

so neither of them would know how to approach the subject. and i doubt dabi would be willing to. maybe not even realize that there's a subject to approach.

dabi's hellbent on revenge, so he ignores anything that doesn't further his goals. besides, he doesn't plan on living for much longer. love and romance are really the furthest thing from his mind

twice, on the other hand, craves partnership. he's gotten a little taste of what friendship is like, REAL friendship, not fabricated by his quirk. now he's gotten greedy and wants the whole shebang.

he's had nobody on his side for over half of his life

he's incredibly lonely. it's not like he wanted to depend on doubles for company, but what choice did he really have? he had to have someone, even if it was a fake version of himself.

yeah, well, look how that turned out.

if you can't trust yourself, who can you trust? putting his faith in the league helps a lot. being partnered up with dabi, who he easily gets along with despite dabi's at-times prickly demeanor, helps him even more.

it's so unfortunate for him that he's fallen for someone planning their own death though

in almost any circumstance, it's twice that breaks the ice. it might dabi if his stability wavers. or maybe if he's intoxicated. otherwise, it'll have to be twice. dabi's just wouldn't normally acknowledge that he has feelings, that he's even capable of it to begin with.

dabi's resistant too. he'd flat out reject twice (ouch) or just ignore it (double ouch). but twice is persistent. he doesn't try to push dabi into anything, but regardless of how dabi feels about him, he feels very strongly for dabi. and his behavior reflects that.

that probably annoys dabi, though. he wants twice to drop it and go back to normal. he doesn't need twice to pay extra attention to him.

if you compare the two of them or, really, compare them with most bnha characters, dabi has determination in spades. he's one of the most, if not THE most, tenacious character in the series.

but despite that. dabi doesn't want to die. not really. of course he doesn't. if he'd had it his way, he would've grown up with his family. he'd still be endeavor's son. he doesn't want to burn himself to ash.

not that it matters. it's far too late for any of that. it was far too late when he came running home at sixteen. he'd never be able to move past it.

and maybe that's why jin can wear him down so easily. because even if all that hurt keeps him from being able to go back to his family, it has no effect on how he feels about twice.

so dabi breaks here and there. because he can. because he wants someone to give a damn about him. so he lets jin strip off his clothes to fix the staples that started to tear his skin in the last mission. or he doesn't slink away when jin rests his head on dabi's shoulder. maybe, sometimes, it's fine if he wanders over in the middle of the night to intrude on twice's space, because it's winter and it's too cold for him to sleep alone.

until one day jin's pushing his hair back to plant a kiss on his forehead and he's wondering how the fuck did they get here?

#Anonymous #dabitwice

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halt-kun · 1 year

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Hunter x Hunter Chapter 160 - Face-off (3)

I’ve bought the volumes up to volume 20 and I’ll try to finish volume 16 today

We were left off at Hisoka tricking Killua on meeting the PT in the game

Off to Tsezguerra !

Nice to bargain for a part of the prize money of Tsezguerra ever wins the game. He has a nice headstart. It’s too bad it wasn’t in the anime

Patch of Forest seems like another group event lead by a game master. I wonder how this event can be triggered. Imagine waiting for ten years for someone to challenge you and in the end nobody does and they manage to reach the end of the game anyway.

Let’s go ! ! !

Just some nice panels

Tsezguerra is on board because he isn’t dumb

They have good odds, you can try again and choose a sport that advantages you, your skills and your nen

I love Killua power moves !

JUMP

I like how they notice they can do that just now when the troupe used this back in Yorknew. When Nobunaga reached the third floor, Killua was shocked. Gyo is useful. It’s definitely not Tsezguerra ability but just to showcase his leg strength and aura control.

BOOM SHOCK

to be honest this Tsezguerra is rusty he hasn’t trained in a while and his cautious nature didn’t allow for improvement in a while.

Killua still overall better than Gon at skills that involve enhancement, mostly because he’s also very strong but his aura control is also better since he was better at ryu than Gon.

His proximity to enhancement that was revealed lately is also likely to be involved in there. We know that like Machi he’s a transmuter in the middle of enhancement and transmutation.

Tsezguerra is a liar

Gon is such a kid

Tsezguerra did beach volley, NICE

Goreinu did wrestling, my gaydar is triggered

Killua wants to destroy Bobopo

Barry will do Boxing (i think Barry is cute)

Rodriot must be a manipulator or aware that’s what his opponent will use.

Hisoka soccer juggling is a cheat, like it helps juggling and it’s not like the ball can be pushed by nen too.

Tse and Gon team ! nice

FUCK

Biscuit looks good, did Killua and Gon grow past her height in this arc ? I remember them being all three about the same height

I think Kess is going to do Baseball

2011 Animators were cowards not putting chest hair on this character

Yep he’s fast my dude too bad for you

What will you do ? Teleport a few centimeters to the right ?

Divine script hasn’t been used in a while too, it’s most likely similar to Wing’s script and what’s used on GI ring and inside the game.

Barry is HOT

sorry I need to go the horny jail

Nice for Rodriot and Kess !

Razor knows how to find strong people, he wants a piece of them

Threatening to kill Killua is a bad move

Burns hurt as hell though, understandable but you burnt someone else Bobopo

Killua is a brat and I love it

OOF Breach of contract in GI isn’t fun

OUCH OUCH OUCH

way less damage than in the anime but more gory. At least I can better envision the strength of the ball this way.

Everyone is on edge now

And the fodders are terrified now

1 & 2 - I wonder if the first two are nen spaces if you use gain ?

3- Third could solve water shortages in a small village

4- Fourth is really useful for skin caring, I’d love to try it

5 - Spirited away is just when you want to be alone and at peace, nice too

6 - Liquor spring is for alcoholic

7 - Pregnancy STONE or Gon’s mother, to be honest the theory is perfect Gon was 2 when GI was created so it could have been used during the beta test phase. Only Ging would try it for the fun of it anyway. Does it mean it makes a kid through parthogenesis, Gon isn’t a clone so that seems logical or does it use random genes for the second part or from someone you like ? or at random around you ?

Also since we will never have info on Gon’s mom, it’s the best thing we’ll ever have

8 - Mystery pond could save species, too bad it only works on fish, I wonder how it defines fish, technically terrestrial vertebrates are fish so you could duplicate humans in there too.

9 - Tree of Plenty could also deal with food shortages in one place

I’ll continue later tonight. I know with the latest chapters I haven’t continued the GI arc in a while but in two weeks with the return of hiatus x hiatus, I’ll be back to a more consistent liveblog

#hxh c160 #hxh liveblog #hxh manga

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le4ftea · 3 years

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So, uhh how would Tanjiro Inosuke and Genya act after having sex with their s/o for the first time? Would they be protective? Shy? Lovey-dovey? Thank you ^^

OWO HONEY. I'll tell you.

Demon Slayer Boys after being Intimate. G/N!Reader

Tanjirou

When he found out about you liking him back...

He was shaking with excitement, his hands shaking and his fingers going numb.

He was so happy that he felt that he could die and know that at least he had you.

But when you both had sex

He was very passionate and kind with each thrust, the world spinning with every deep pound into you.

After you both had lose your innocents to one another

He was shy and very gentle with you the next day, and felt as if he fell in love with you all over again.

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You softly hummed as you felt like the day had been washed in vanilla and cinnamon, the morning was somehow more lovely then before. Slowly rising up from the bed, you felt a bit of soreness in the lower half of your body.

Groaning quietly to yourself, you sat up.

A fuzzy bath robe wrapped around you yet slipped off your shoulders due to the fact it was a little bigger then usual.

Both of your bare shoulders shining with a pink blush.

Still half closed, you looked around the room almost drunkly.

Confused of why you were alone in the bed you passionately shared with the hero to all himself.

Tanjirou.

Without another minute of worry of his where abouts, the sliding doors open in a clumsy way.

A soft gasp leaving whomever it was, as the sound of dishes cling together.

"Oh oh no!" He whispered shouted as they struggled with the door and what seemed to be a tray.

You stumble onto your feet and quietly walk over to the man at the door, gently holding the door open for him to enter.

A soft smile on your face as you spoke to him, silky and smooth.

"Need help love?"

Tanjirou squaled and almost fell back from your sudden presence.

"D-Darling! Did I wake you?" Sounding worried about being to loud.

Giggling and shaking your head you replied with a 'no'.

Tanjirou had brought a tray of rice eggs and bacon that had sliced green onion and some yellow mashed potatoes that had some cheese inside, with some tea.(I wish I could eat this.)

A small blush on your face at the cute gesture.

You sat next to him and kissed his cheek.

Turning to face you immediately, his face burning a bright red. Almost whimpering at you.

Both of you grabbed your chop sticks and started to eat while you asked why he brought the food himself.

He looked away as he scratched his cheek, a blush still visible.

"Well... I just felt bad that I went to rough on you last night, I got selfish near the end and gave into my needs and probably hurt you a bit. So I asked if I could take our food here today as an apology."

His mood at change the atmosphere in the room, his face also turned into a sad frown.

You gently crested his cheek drawing his attention to you.

"You didn't hurt me love, all you did is make me fall in love with you more."

His frown jumped into a smile as a small tears popped from his eyes.

He would never be able to let you go now.

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Inosuke

He was very obvious with his crush on you, yet you seemed to be denser then a brick.

When he start up told you he loved you.

You had no other choice but to know.

And when you both finally got intimate.

Holy Hell.

This man was going really hard and rough with you, gentle groaning as you screamed his name. It was like he had been waiting forever to pound you into the bed.

Like a beast breeding his mate.

The next day he was in a daze almost for a week.

Not speaking to anyone but only staying by your side with flowers dancing around him.

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Laying on his chest, you would occasionally snuggle into him. His arm underneath you holding you closer to him.

His other laying on his toned stomach.

You both stayed like this for a while till you had the feeling of hunger, stomach grumbling quite loud now.

You pushed yourself from his warm body and saw his state that you didn't notice before.

He seemed to be a melted puddle of happiness, his aura a heart warmed glow as he had finally had you.

A dopey grin on his face until he saw you about to leave, gripping your wrist he sat up too. Looking you in your eyes deeply.

"I'm going to get food Inosuke" you whined almost at the growing hunger.

He pouted and almost asked you to stay with his eyes alone, his body language begging for you to not leave him yet.

Sighing you stood up but helped him up too and hugged him.

"Just come with me, we can eat together." His aura rising back to a heart warming glow as you felt hims nod, grabbing his bore hat he placed it on and walked with you to find food.

Sitting outside together, munching on bean buns. Humming at the yummy flavors, you turned to look at Inosuke.

A soft smile on his mouth as he ate his bun, still happy as a puppy that got a treat.

You giggled and sat closer to him as you both enjoyed eachother presences.

The wamr spring breeze blowing soft smells of nature, it was a perfect morning with Inosuke.

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Genya

This man was so rough when it came to all but you. He just silently stays by your side and always make sure he gives you enough attention.

When he confessed to you, he was a stuttering mess which was quite out of character.

And when you both decided to have sex

O my God.

You would think he would go crazy

But when he put himself in.

He would slowly pound into you, with each thrust he would whisper how much you truly meant to him.

Telling you how long he waited to be connected with you.

And he made sure you had at least four orgasms.

So in the morning he was more prideful then ever and actually acted happy to others which made people scared for their lives.

He also marked you up quite a lot on your neck to make sure they all knew you both were together.

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"Ouch! G-Genya that hurts!"

You whined as Genya gently pressed each hickey that was a beautiful purple on your neck.

Small tears forming at your big loveable eyes.

The morning was bright and fresh as the two of you woke form your long night of love making, the both of you were hugging one another when you guys opened your eyes.

Genya quickly moved away from you and wore blush of crimson while yelling at you to not get the wrong idea.

Even though the two of you basically saw eachother naked.

You both chatted about how silly he was acting but Genya smirked when he saw your neck that looked like you came back from a fight.

Blushing at how many you had, he kissed each one with a cute smile on his rough face.

"You look so beautiful."

He made sure you did not hide any of his marks with your cloths and walked with you around the temple where all of the demon slayers stayed.

The others asked if you were okay since you looked like you were in a fight to the death.

You waved them off, saying it was nothing serious and they shouldn't worry to much.

As you drifted off to the reality of what gave you such mark in the first place.

Blushing and shaking the heat from your face, you saw in the corner of your eye.

Genya grinning like an idiot. But you found this quite charming.

Running to him after saying your goodbye to the others you were talking too

You hugged Genya and hid your face in his chest, a soft groan at the sudden impact.

He frantically tried to get you off him as you could tell he was blushing at your embrace, you laughed to yourself quietly as you heard his heart beating faster then anything in the world.

He was adorable in his own strong way.

#demon slayer x you #genya x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #tanjiro smut #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x you #tanjirou x reader #inosuke x reader #inosuke fluff #tanjiro fluff #genya fluff #genya x you #genya smut #tanjirou smut #inosuke smut #demon slayer fluff

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evelxtus · 3 years

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—Scenarios. They help you heal your wounds.

characters: kaeya, diluc, albedo, xiao.

warnings: sfw, fem!reader, wounds, mention of blood and pain.

word count: 1.7k / 6 min.

note: i hope you like it. @smoochi-modest, thank you so much for your help too. :D 💓 Go check her blog, she'll be posting some xiao content anytime soon! And as always, my requests are open!

Kaeya.

Oh no, you got another wound. You fell while playing in the forest near the town of Mondstadt, and injured your left knee. When you look at the sore spot, you can see a scratch from which a little blood was coming out. It wasn't much, but it burned and made your eyes water.

You got up with difficulty, with each movement of that leg your wound increased the pain. You would have to hobble over to Barbara to heal you. Although it will take a while.

Or not, because as if he had some kind of radar for injured people, Kaeya would suddenly appear and approach you with a hurried step. “But y/n, did you fall again? Oh come on, the previous injuries were almost starting to fade.” With a swift but delicate movement, Kaeya became your support. He was holding you below the shoulders.

"Yeah, I fell again." you affirmed embarrassed. “There, there, no need to worry, I'm here with you now, right?” With his other hand he lifted you off the ground holding you below the knees, carrying you as if you were a princess. "Kaeya!" your eyes widened in surprise, but you hugged his neck out of inertia.

“Is it a problem that I wish the princess to feel as safe as possible on the return trip?” he smiled mischievously and began to walk towards the city, towards the knights of favonius headquarters and thus treat your wound himself. You have never seen that man do something with such concentration. He really didn't want it to hurt, but sometimes it was unavoidable, disinfection was also uncomfortable. “This may hurt a little bit. Nothing you can't bear, I know.” Your cheeks would turn red when the boy seemed to refer to you as a little girl, although you just stayed silent. He likes to tease you but he's doing you a favor and you're not going to say anything to him.

“You have done it very well, like the good girl you are.” praises you after putting a small band-aid over your wound, ending his healing session. “But be more careful next time. Your charming prince can't always be behind you.”

Diluc.

Ouch, what was that? Apparently you had injured yourself on the thorns of a plant while you were picking flowers around the Dawn Winery. Your flowers fell to the ground from the surprising intense pain of those thorns against your skin. You looked at the wound on your hand, it was red, and it seemed to have caused an allergic reaction. It hurt like hell.

Luckily Diluc was near the vineyard building, and the walk there was pleasantly short. As soon as he saw the wound on your hand, he stopped with everything he was doing to approach you, hold your hand and look closely at the cause of your pain, with the necessary care not to hurt you further.

“How did you do this? Didn't I tell you not to pick flowers alone, that you can come across a poisonous plant?” you looked at the ground like you just got scolded. Diluc wasn't trying to be so serious with you, but he really cared about your well-being.

“It's alright, tell me which way you went. If I see which plant it was, I can treat the wound properly.” He asked you, now more calmed. You pointed in the direction you came from and he nodded. “Good. Enter the building and wait for my return. I won't be long. Oh, and don't touch your wound.” And so he left by where you indicated. You obeyed him and waited for him to return.

He came back shortly after, just like he said. “It will be easy to heal, fear not. Let me take care of this for you.” And so, after a few normal procedures to heal your wound, it seemed to hurt less. “The redness will go away in no time, trust me.”

The boy now turned around, picking up something from his table that you couldn't see. He extended his hand to you with the flowers that you had picked earlier, those that you had thrown on the ground when you felt the pain. “Oh thanks!” your face lit up as you took the flowers and then you looked at Diluc's face. “We can't let your efforts go to waste because of a little mishap, can we?” he commented with a gentle smile.

Albedo.

How pleasant it was to be in the company of our dear alchemist. You liked to observe how he experimented and the conclusions he drew from each procedure. And he liked to comment on things he discovers with you, so you both benefit.

“Oh, you dropped something, Albedo.” he was focused looking at the contents of a jar, his back to you. He did not remember that before he had dropped a jar and it had broken, and it was dangerous to touch the ground with bare hands. Remembering, he opened his eyes and turned, but it was too late. “Wait, y/n, be care-”

You cut yourself with a sharp piece of glass, you gasped and pulled your hand away, watching as a few drops of blood ran down the length of your finger. You felt Albedo walk fast to another of his tables. “Come, try this. If you allow me, I will pour some of this liquid on your wound, and it should heal in a matter of seconds.”

You obeyed and reached out your hand. He carefully took your finger and held it close to the mouthpiece of the bottle. The clear liquid, similar to water but slightly more viscous, drifted down to the tip of your finger. “It will hurt a little bit. Hold my hand if you see it necessary.”

As he said, that strange liquid hurt a lot. You didn't hold his hand, but he already did it for you. Somewhat doubtful, he brought his hand closer to your healthy hand, interlocking your fingers. You couldn't help but grab it tightly. “It's okay, it's okay. It will end soon.” he said encouragingly.

And so, suddenly the pain disappeared. When you opened your eyes, your wound was completely gone, only a few red traces of blood remained, nothing that could not be cleaned easily and quickly. You heard the boy clear his throat and you looked at him confused. He was a little flushed. Oh, yeah. You were still holding hands. You released it quickly, your cheeks slightly pink. “Thanks...”

“No... no need. Come on, let's clean your finger.”

Xiao.

Your idea was wonderful, and surely Xiao would love it. You just wanted to see him smile, because you rarely had the privilege of seeing that elusive look from the boy. You decided to cook him almond tofu, but you weren't very used to cooking. Well, you have the recipe, it can't go wrong. You trust yourself and your motivation to make Xiao happy was enough to fuel your will.

Everything seemed to be going well, but the accident you feared the most happened, you made contact with the boiling water. It burned a lot, and the only thing you could do was pour some cold water on your hand without neglecting the kitchen. It had to be perfect. And when you finished, the plate looked pretty good.

You went up to the terrace of the Wangshu Inn, where the boy turned slightly when he heard your footsteps. Seeing what you were holding, he approached you with slow steps. “Look, I did it myself. I hope you like it.”

He looked at the plate for a few seconds. His expression was indecipherable. He frowned his eyebrows and you started to panic.

Does it look bad? Does the dish smell bad? He doesn't want to eat it because you made it?

The boy extended a hand towards you, and to your surprise, it was none of the above. He gently caressed your hand, over the burning redness of the boiling water. “Did you really get burned while cooking this?” The last thing you wanted was for him to feel guilty about something he couldn't control. "No, no! It's not that-"

He separated his hand from yours quickly. “Do you think you can fool me? Tsk.” There was a mixture of dryness and strange softness in his tone of voice. You were silent. “Wait here for my return.”

You looked down at the plate for a second, and when you raised your gaze, he was no longer there. You sighed and carefully set the plate aside.

Before you expected he was by your side again. He carried some leaves in his hand, which appeared to be from a medicinal plant. A small smile escaped your lips, causing the boy to look away and grunt slightly. “Give me your hand. I'll apply them to you, and then don't leave your wound exposed, do you understand?” he talked to you like he was scolding you.

You nodded a couple of times, surprised by what he was doing for you and how gentle he was being with every move. "Sorry. I'm a bit clumsy." you admitted smiling sadly. He raised his gaze to your eyes. “A bit?” You looked back at him, pretending to be offended. “Be more careful from now on. I wouldn't like to see you with another wound. You are too delicate for that.”

When he finished healing you, the boy approached the plate to start eating. He didn't say anything, but you took it for granted that he was liking him. He wasn't smiling yet. Why? Oh, maybe you were looking at him too much-

Your gaze rested on the views provided by the height of the terrace. After a few minutes, the boy finished his plate. He left it completely empty. And when you looked at Xiao your heart fluttered. He was looking your way, a silent smile on his lips. Realizing it, he cleared his throat and rose from his seat, his face more serious and slightly flushed.

“.. Thank you. Let me return this favor one day. Take care of yourself until then and don't spoil your skin... I like how soft it is.”

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin kaeya #kaeya x female reader #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #genshin albedo #albedo x female reader #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #xiao imagines #albedo scenarios #kaeya imagines #diluc imagines

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toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account · 2 years

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Okay so THOUGHTS:

Do not talk to me about Eskel or Triss' hair. Do not. No.

Speaking of Triss I am DELIGHTED that they didn't make her FUCKING INSUFFERABLE like in BoE.

Voleth Mier (Derogatory)

I was so fucking worried I'd have to watch yennefer be a prisoner of Nilfgaard for a majority of the season but she was not and I'm happy

FRINGILLA

FUCKING

FRINGILLA

I'm so glad we got to see more of her and her motivation this season I fucking love her a whole lot now

(Also the first time I watched s1 was after I took a biology class so I always thought "flagellum" when I saw her. Sorry queen </3)

Her and Francesca........ Sapphic activity

DARA MY BOY!!!!!!!

NENNEKE! FUCKING LOVE NENNEKE THEY DID HER SO GOOD

CIRI MY SWEET BABY

I'm so fucking glad we got to see her do more than run around and be scared. We actually got to see her be sassy and fierce and funny and a kid. I love her.

HER AND GERALT!!! THAT IS HER DAD!!!! HE LOVES HER SO MUCH

YENNY BOO

Yenny boo!

Yenny boo <3

Yenny boo :(

Yenny boo :)

...Yenny boo.

Gonna fucking cry I love her so fucking much. I. Her. I love her.

MOMMA YEN! We're not at the best spot with it right now but we got our start and we're gonna get there besties I know it. I can feel it.

They're gonna be such a fambly.....

YENNSKIER STANS WE FUCKING WON THIS SEASON HOW ARE WE DOING

The softness. The trust. The understanding. The vulnerability.

The hands.

Holy SHIT we won.

Rience was every bit as sadistic and ruthless and just as much of a Fucked Up Twisted Guy in the books.

And I fucking loved it.

THE TORTURE SCENE??? HOLY FUCKING SHIT JOEY'S ACTING WAS FUCKING IMMACULATE

And yen acting all drunk... cute

"This is my wife." WE ACTUALLY HEARD THAT. WE HEARD JASKIER CALL YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG HIS WIFE. THIS WAS REAL.

He screamed not to hurt her and I just. A moment. I need a moment.

YEN FUCKED UP HIS FACE <3

"Goodbye. Good luck. And good riddance." I thought this would be a bitter geraskier line but it was a soft yennskier line and I just. Ah <3

Roach :(((

...I simply ignore it its fine she's fine-

Tissaia & Yen :( Tissaia cares so fucking much about her and it hurts and she doesn't even know Yennefer is protecting Ciri and OUCH

Everything regarding the Elves was so fucking heartbreaking. They deserve so much better from the Continent.

The moment the babies went silent and it was followed by the women crying was absolutely fucking chilling.

Jaskier doing what he can to help the Elves... I fucking love him.

BURN BUTCHER BURN

My FUCKING GOD

He was BITTER

And I honestly think he still might be????

The Hug though......

THE DWARVES

JASKIER STILL NOT FINISHING HIS INTRODUCTION TO YARPEN

SO GREAT

Yenralt is destined to break my heart I suppose...

But the way he reacted when he knew she was there... :')

Their reunion was lovely at least

Istredd and Geralt were the Duo I didn't know I needed (as were yen and cahir) and it was loads better than a shard of ice. Very good. Like it

Philippa <3

The REVEAL

I did NOT expect it this early but I knew it was coming but I still GASPED

GOD

On the whole, putting aside a... very big series of misteps regarding one particular witcher, I actually very much liked this season! I thought the experience of watching it was far more enjoyable than when I watched season one, and it was worth the wait! I had a hell of a weekend watching it <3

#mine #hannah watches witcher #the witcher s2 spoilers #the witcher spoilers #the witcher season 2 #the witcher #witcher

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welcome home.

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 2,086 words. notes: requested by an incredibly flattering anon as part of my hundred followers celebration! thank you again for the feedback, and for enabling me :) also was subconsciously influenced by this piece. warnings: arguing, discussion of danger, reader gets accidentally threatened, patching up wounds, lots more swearing than my usual (but it's all mild language). angst and comfort, i think. super dialogue heavy. this is so long and a little (lot) messy just. prepare yourself

"man," a robotic voice echoed dangerously through the dark living room, sending chills through you. "did you pick the wrong apartment."

luckily, the voice was familiar. "um, the one i live in?"

he choked out your name, startled, and you flicked on the light switch to find him frozen in place with a gun in his hand.

"right." you said tensely, glancing at it- which made him jerk his hand down, shoving the gun into its holster as though it burned him- and looking back up at the eyes of his helmet. "so, uh, i'll turn a light on next time."

"you shouldn't be home yet," he said stiffly.

"i texted you like, three hours ago to let you know i'd be home a day early."

he swore quietly. "my phone's in the river."

"how did it- you know what, at least that explains the radio silence. you didn't think to have someone else- anyone else- let me know?"

"uh." he paused, tensing almost imperceptibly for a moment. "no. i was, uh, i was busy. i'm sorry."

"busy, huh?" something felt very wrong, and not just the fact that he had nearly shot you. "okay, i'll bite, busy with what?"

"nothing important."

the sinking feeling in your stomach intensified and your eyes narrowed dangerously. "important enough that you forgot to tell me you weren't dead in an alley somewhere, when you knew i'd be texting to check in anyway. leaving me worrying in a hotel room in another city."

"nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to worry about." you were really getting sick of the sound of his modulator, but he continued before you could say anything. "go back to what you were doing, babe."

"yeah... uh, no." you stepped forwards and he flinched back defensively, making you freeze. "seriously, what is up with you tonight?"

"noth-"

"jason, i promise if you say nothing one more time, i'm going to lose my mind."

he shifted his foot back slightly, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you conceded, raising your hands up in surrender and moving backwards yourself. "respecting your space now. that wasn't my best decis-"

your voice cut out when something under his jacket caught your eye.

something red.

"holy crap, jason, what the hell?"

he winced quietly. "you weren't supposed to be home yet, okay?"

"take that stupid helmet off already, would you?" you snapped, already moving to get the first aid kit.

"i would've gone somewhere else if i'd known, okay?" his voice, now clear and crisp without the filter, followed you down the hall.

"that does not make this better!"

"can you please not yell at me right now?"

you dashed back into the room, shooting a vicious glare at him. "jacket."

he slid it off gingerly, dropping it on the couch next to his helmet.

"can you get the armor, or do i need to help?"

even despite the domino mask he was wearing, you could tell he was rolling his eyes. "if i couldn't do it on my own, why would i have come here if i didn't think you'd be home?"

"hm," you took the piece he handed you and carefully set it on the couch, "maybe because you're a stubborn jackass?"

he grunted, sliding his undershirt off and passing it to you. "i don't wanna stain the couch with that."

"your priorities suck."

"it's the nicest piece of furniture we own!"

"it's still a couch!"

"it was expensive!"

"oh for crying out loud-" you threw your hands up again, this time in frustration. "fine! fine. i'll go put this in the tub and get a soak going. you-" you shoved the kit towards him pointedly- "start washing that off."

"how come you're calling the shots?" he snapped back petulantly.

"because my torso's in one piece."

"i have way more experience with this, i should be making the decisions here."

"oh, of course, my apologies!" your voice was absolutely dripping in sarcasm. "what, pray tell, would you have us do?"

he scowled at you for a moment before reaching for the first aid kit and flicking the lid open. "whatever."

you turned on your heel, stomping into the bathroom.

the shirt got thrown into the tub and the tap got tossed all the way on, and as the water crashed into the gray fabric, you took the opportunity to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe deeply.

you opened your eyes a minute later, finding the water dyed a rusty almost-red from blood.

his blood.

you turned off the tap- gently pushed the handle, this time, the fire in your chest now largely extinguished- and made your way back to the living room to find him running a rag over the space below his ribs.

"may i?" you asked softly, stopping a few feet away and holding a hand out to him.

his jaw clenched and relaxed three times in quick succession, but he finally sighed and dropped his shoulders before holding the rag out. "yeah, c'mere."

you worked in silence, being as gentle as possible. jerking your hand back and mumbling apologies when he hissed.

"s'okay, comes with the territory."

you pressed the alcohol-soaked towel back against him, and he sighed.

"that was stupid, huh."

a small laugh escaped you. "it so was."

"can we..."

"try that again?"

"yeah."

you pulled back, standing up straight to meet his eyes. "only if i can take the dumb mask off of you."

"i thought you liked the mask," he teased, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"jason."

he chuckled, wincing again when it jostled his wounds. "ouch. uh, yeah, mask. g'head."

you gently pulled it from his face, setting it neatly on his other gear before running your thumbs across the line of adhesive it left on his cheekbones. "hi there."

"hey." he leaned into your touch, vibrant eyes fluttering halfway shut. "so uh, welcome home."

"thanks. could've done without the gun, though."

a choking sound tore from his throat, his eyes flying back open. "holy shit, baby, i almost-" he jerked back from you, no regard for his side. "you almost- shit, shit, are you- i'm so sorry, i didn't-"

"okay, woah, hey-"

"i could have killed you."

it was a whisper, horrified and harsh, and while it was technically true, his tone teetered on the edge of a dark space you had seen before and really didn't want him falling back into.

"yeah."

you desperately searched for the right thing to say, rejecting variations of "but hey, you didn't actually", "maybe you should be more careful about waving a gun at people", and one particularly unhelpful "no shit, sherlock".

finally, you settled on a quiet, calm "but i'm still right here, okay?"

his hand flew up to cover his mouth, doing absolutely nothing to hide the near panic written on his features. "i could have killed you."

"okay, so, in the future, we'll... we'll uh, we'll come up with some kind of system for letting you know when i'm home, or something."

"oh, like a phone?" he asked harshly. "the one i was stupid and sloppy enough to dunk in the harbor?"

"that wasn't- i'm guessing that you had a lot on your plate." you waved the cold, bloody towel in your hand at his wounds. it made him curl in on himself slightly, stepping backwards again until his back hit the arm of the couch.

"no excuses. i could have killed you."

"i-"

"no, i almost shot without saying anything!" he exclaimed, brow furrowed and eyes stormy. "i thought someone had broken in, and i got so- i don't even know, damn territorial or some stupid shit- that i almost put a bullet between your eyes. i could have-"

"jason!"

he screwed his eyes shut and dropped his head, roughly tugging his fingers through his hair. "i almost-"

"but you didn't. okay?" every fiber of your being wanted to hold him, to tug him into you and put his hand against your ribs and show him you were okay and breathing, heart still pumping, but he looked enough like a cornered animal that you half expected him to bite you if you tried. "c'mon, jaybird. a life like yours, can you really afford almosts?"

"life like mine, i can't afford to let anyone close to me. apparently, if the goons and thugs don't kill you, i will."

"that's not-"

"what if i hadn't said something?" he snapped venomously. "what if i'd lost more blood and was loopy from it? what if i'd come home with a concussion- again- and didn't think past 'point and shoot'?"

"jason," you finally interjected. "you think i haven't thought about that?"

his eyes, grim and vicious and so full of emotion that you thought you could drown in them, dropped to the floor.

"because it's not a secret that your life is risky. you're risky. i know that. but you're worth every ounce of danger, okay? i'm choosing this, choosing you, knowing full well what i'm getting into, because you're worth all of it."

"i'm not worth any of it."

"that's not your call to make."

"it-"

"you think i need you to make my choices for me?"

"no, of course not."

"you think im stuck here?"

"do you feel like you are?"

"absolutely not." you inched forward again. "i'm here because i want to be."

"...i just... i don't..."

"don't want me to get hurt?"

he finally looked back up at you, eyes watery and jaw tense. "or worse."

"i know, baby. i know," you sighed. "but that's part of life, right? and if the hurt's inevitable, i want the rest of my time to be as nice as possible, and you make my life better. make me better."

"by putting you in danger?"

"it's gotham, handsome, i'm gonna be in danger either way. at least with you, i know i have someone looking out for me. right?"

"always," he said immediately.

"okay then." you took the last step between the two of you slowly, watching for any resistance. meeting none, you brushed your knuckles against his. "i can't think of anywhere i'd feel safer."

"you know that's crazy, right?"

you hummed quietly. "nah."

"i'm being serious."

"me too."

he studied your face silently. you smiled softly at him.

finally, a sigh escaped him and he scooted his hand forward, wrapping his index finger around your own and squeezing gently. "you're sure you want this? i can set you up with a place downtown for a bit. you'd never have to see me again, never have to worry about... all of this."

"i've never been more sure of anything." you said it firmly, confidently, letting the words hang in the air for a few moments before popping one eyebrow up playfully. "why, need to make room for a side piece?"

a startled choking sound escaped him. "excuse me?"

"i mean, when you were talking about being busy, it felt kinda suspicious."

"what is wrong with you?" he asked, exasperation and laughter coating his voice.

"listen, you were being evasive!" his head fell forwards, resting on your shoulder as he laughed.

"i didn't want you to know i was bleeding all over the place!"

"why, didn't want me to worry?"

"exactly!"

you reached your free hand up, gently resting it on the back of his head and playing with his hair. "then maybe, just maybe, you should have gotten someone to tell me your phone went for a swim."

"fair enough."

you stood quietly for a long time, running your fingers through his hair and enjoying the feeling of his breath against your collar.

"i..." he muttered, pulling back to look in your eyes. "i don't think- um. i don't think i'm..." he groaned, gaze darting to the ceiling. "i love you. but the minute you have enough of- of all of this-"

"i won't."

"but if you do, i'll... i'll understand, okay?"

you squeezed his finger gently. "okay." you inhaled deeply, dropping the bloody towel you were still clutching and slid your hand forward to hold his completely. "can we get a bandage on that and go to bed, now?"

"....yes please."

---

"wait!" you yelled, throwing the first aid kit haphazardly onto the bathroom counter and racing after him into the bedroom, where he whirled around with wide eyes. "i love you too! i never said it back- i love you too."

"don't yell like that- i thought something was wrong!"

"me not saying it back is urgently wrong, jason!"

#citrine writes #this was. this was a monster #i sure hope you enjoy because i'm unsure how quality it is #jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #imagines #dc #dc imagines #dc imagine #blood cw #medical cw

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 301: All My Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: We learned that when a bunch of superpowered villains are suddenly set loose with nobody around to stop them, things get fucked pretty quickly. Old Man Samurai and a bunch of other useless people decided to make “I pretend I do not see it” their new mantra, and resigned. Endeavor had a moment of despair on account of being crushed by the guilt of having ruined the lives of himself, his family, and basically everyone else in the entire world. For various reasons the heretical notion of “person who has done bad things feels sorry for doing them” sent fandom spiraling into a meltdown, so that was fun. The chapter ended with the entire Todoroki clan descending upon Enji’s hospital room to have a dramatic chat about Touya and All That General Fuckery.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “here’s the story of how Baby Touya slowly went insane trying to win his father’s love.” It’s a tale full of subverted expectations and heartbreaking inevitability, and also like twenty panels of the cutest fucking kids who ever existed on planet earth, who are so fucking cute that I can’t stop thinking about their cuteness even with all of the horrifying family tragedy unfolding around them. It is absolutely ridiculous how cute they are. Touya is out here pushing his tiny body past its limits because he inherited the same obsession as his dad and neither of them can put it aside even though it’s destroying them, and yet all I can think about is Baby Shouto’s (。･o･｡) face. Anyways what a chapter.

so I have to confess that even though I managed to avoid being caught off-guard by the early leaks, the number of people reblogging my Endeavor posts from earlier this week and using the tag “bnha 301” kind of gave me an inkling that this chapter will include more Tododrama lol. that said, I don’t know anything else about it, so we’re still good spoiler-wise

AHHHHH FLAHSBAKC AHHHH. omg I know I typoed the shit out of that, but I’m just going to leave it lol I think it’s fitting

holy shit holy fuck. so this is Rei and Enji’s first meeting, then??

yepppp, oh shit

so wait, I know this is not even the slightest bit important, but are they meeting at Enji’s home or Rei’s? because I always figured that Enji was the one with the super-Japanese aesthetic, but maybe that was Rei’s side of the family all along

(ETA: from what I found during my very brief google search, omiai meetings are often held at fancy hotels or restaurants, so maybe that’s what this is.)

there’s such a period drama feel to this setting. like it’s so outrageously formal fff how can anyone stand this kind of atmosphere though seriously

OH THANK GOD

I mean they’re still stiff af but at least they’re not rigidly sitting in seiza and staring at each other unblinkingly anymore lol. Enji’s actually got his hands in his pockets now. why is this somehow almost cute

oh damn it’s the flowers

Rei seems so subdued and it’s so hard to get any idea of what she’s actually thinking. I want to see her side of this dammit

but anyway, so at least from Enji’s perspective it seems like even though the marriage was arranged and he picked her because of her quirk, he still loved his wife and wanted to do right by her. the fact that he was watching her and noticed that she liked the flowers, and remembered that detail for all these years -- there’s a reason why Horikoshi’s showing us this. we know what’s going to happen later on; we know how much fear and violence and breaking of trust is coming up ahead, and while it may seem like this scene is serving to soften Enji’s character further -- which to be fair it is -- it also helps drive home the full impact of his abuse. that it’s so terrible not only because of the trauma of the abuse itself, but also because of the way it retroactively destroys all of the good things as well. this could have potentially been such a sweet scene, but it’s inescapably tainted by the knowledge of what’s to come, at least for me. and that’s just brutal

anyways, shit. is the whole chapter going to be like this?? feel free to toss in something I can actually make a joke about sometime, Horikoshi

oop, back to the present

omfg lol

“are you all right” “NO I’M NOT ALL RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK.” “oh, right, because of all the stuff that’s happened with me abusing you and you having a mental breakdown and being hospitalized for ten years and then our son coming back to life and killing thirty people, right, right. I almost forgot.” whoops

omfg you guys I’m loving this new and improved steely-eyed Rei. I’m loving her a lot

and what do you mean “part one” fkjds how long is this going to be. TOO MUCH DRAMA FOR ONE CHAPTER TO HANDLE

oh, hello

yeah I’ll say you did. didn’t seem to bother you much at the time, though

HMMMMMMMMMMMM

Dabi Is A Noumu intensifies even further. anyways though would you fucking look at this boy lounging on this moth-eaten couch doing his best DRAW ME LIKE YOUR FRENCH GIRLS impression wtf

Dabi what if you actually had killed him??? what would you feel?? satisfaction?? regret?? anything at all?? tell me your secrets goddammit

who are you talking to buddy

Fuyumi-chan, Natsu-kun (is it common for brothers to address each other as -kun?? can’t recall seeing that in many other anime, but hey), and “dot dot dot,,,,,, SHOUTO” lol thank you so much for this bountiful heaping of Tododrama Horikoshi we are blessed

AH, WHAT DID I SAY THE OTHER DAY

ULTIMATE MELODRAMATIC THEATER CHILD. “I’M JUST GOING TO LIE ON THIS COUCH SHIRTLESS AND ALONE AND MAKE SPEECHES TO MY FAMILY MEMBERS WHO AREN’T THERE AND SAY THINGS LIKE ‘WATCH ME IN THE PITS OF HELL’ WITH A STRAIGHT FACE BECAUSE NO ONE’S THERE TO JUDGE ME.” WELL JOKE’S ON YOU MISTER CHATTERBOX BECAUSE I AM IN FACT JUDGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU LOL

(ETA: and on a more serious note, it’s interesting to see that “look at me”/”watch me” theme being used again though, because we see that same sentiment uttered repeatedly by the younger Touya in the flashback. well kid, you definitely got your wish at last. don’t know what else to say.)

OKAY HORIKOSHI HAS DECIDED THAT’S ENOUGH FUN, TIME FOR MORE FLASHBACKS

oh my sweet precious lord

just as cute as we left him. giving us a child this cute when we all know full well what’s going to happen to him is just unspeakably cruel though

HOMG

I’m fucking speechless. you broke me, congratulations. what am I even supposed to do with this

I can’t get over this. moving forward my life will be split into two distinct parts, B.P. (Before the Pout) and A.P. (After the Pout)

and meanwhile there’s ALL THIS BACKGROUND ANGST BUILDING UP, AND I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON IT. Touya’s arm and cheek are covered in bandages (I’m guessing this is shortly after that “ouch!” panel we got some chapters back), and Enji is deliberately avoiding training with him because he doesn’t want him to hurt himself further. I can’t fucking get over the irony that all this time everyone thought Touya had died because Enji pushed him too far in his training, and it turns out that it’s the opposite -- the tragedy ultimately happened because he didn’t want to push him. but I’m jumping ahead of myself though I guess

by the way,

remember this?? just wanted to remind you that it exists just in case you forgot

so now someone is talking and basically saying that Touya is the exact opposite of what Enji was hoping for when he decided to start playing with quirk genetics

-- okay hold up

...lol no, never mind. for a second I thought “holy shit he looks kind of familiar WHAT IF IT’S UJIKO OMG” before I remembered that Enji would have recognized him during the hospital capture mission if that was the case. so NEVER MIND, PROCEED

IMAGINE THAT, ENJI DOESN’T QUITE SEEM SATISFIED WITH THIS SUGGESTION OF QUITTING NOW

(ETA: how the fuck did this man go around saving 62 towns in a single day what even is All Might.)

[clicks tongue several times] trouble a’brewin’

MEANWHILE BABY TOUYA HAS UNFORTUNATELY INHERITED HIS DAD’S STUBBORN STREAK

KLDIHWOEIJFL:KSDJ

!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god. oh my god. what is this chapter. WHAT IS IT

so now Touya is all “YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND MY MANLY DESIRE TO BURN MYSELF ALIVE” well you got her there champ

THEY’RE TOO CUTE. OH MY GOD. HIS FURIOUS LITTLE TEARS. HER CHUBBY LIL FACE. HIS STUBBY LIL FISTS. SOMEONE HELP ME

also are they just home alone lol or what. “hey Touya, you’re what, like six now?? do us a favor and look after your baby sister for a couple hours for us would you? make sure not to set yourself on fire or anything.” WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!!

now it’s nighttime and Enji and Rei are arguing, presumably about his decision not to train Touya anymore

whew. okay. so, a couple of things here

1. first of all I think this conclusively shows that Enji really was trying to do the best he could for Touya. he stopped training him as soon as he realized it was hurting him, but Touya was still determined so he tried to make it work anyway, and even visited doctors to try and figure out if there was anything they could do. then, once they were absolutely sure that it wasn’t going to work, he tried multiple times to explain to Touya why they had to stop. he didn’t just abandon him out of the blue, which is really important to note. “no matter how much I tried telling him...”

so yeah, that debunks another common fandom accusation. so by the time he finally makes this decision, which we all know is going to turn out horribly, it’s basically because he’s already tried everything else he could think of. which, by the way, still doesn’t mean he handled this right. but at the very least he was taking Touya’s feelings into account and he was trying, and he didn’t just abruptly toss his son aside (at least not yet)

2. buuuut, then there’s this panel right below all that

which is the other side of it. if he’d just quit like the doctor person advised him to, that would have been the end of it. Touya would still have been upset, but he would have eventually gotten over it and the family would have moved on and possibly even been happy. but what happens next happens because Enji can’t let go. he still has this maddening urge to surpass All Might, and so he and Rei keep having more children, and then Shouto is born, and Enji finally has a kid he can start projecting all of his hysterical ambitions onto once again, and everything starts spiraling out of control soon after

though p.s. none of that is Shouto’s fault though!! he’s one of the few good things to come out of this whole mess and I’m very happy that he exists. the tragedy is that his dad fucking lost his mind over his quirk and fucked everything up. but that’s on him, not Touya or Shouto

anyways, SLKFJLSHGLKJL

I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE THIS YOU GUYS??? LOOK AT THAT LIL BUTTON OF A NOSE??? I’M LOSING IT HERE???

AND TOUYA JUST SEEMS DEVASTATED OMG

because children aren’t stupid, after all. he understands that his dad is still looking to surpass All Might. and so he feels like a failure, and feels like his dad is trying to replace him because he wasn’t good enough. and even now, isn’t that what the adult Touya is trying to prove?? that he was good enough after all?? “I’ll show you what happens when you give up on me, dad”?? “I’ll show you what I can do”?? fuck my life fuck everything

AND YOU CAN SEE THE TOLL THAT IT’S ALL TAKING ON REI GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AS WELL OH GOD

really nice touch here with the panel outlines becoming all shimmery from the heat of Endeavor’s flames (and/or becoming more unstable as the family gets closer and closer to their breaking point). but man, Horikoshi I can’t handle this, please show us more cute kids or something I can’t

GKELKWFJLDKSHFLKL

WITTLE BABE. BEEB. BUBS. SMOL. lkj; oh ouch a piece of my heart just detached and latched onto him huh look at that

TODOROKI “I’M SO SMALL AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON AND I DIDN’T ASK TO BE HERE” SHOUTO AHHHHH

crazy how they all just seem to know right off the bat lol. kid doesn’t even have object permanence yet, let alone a quirk. but do they care?? IT’S THE HAIR, RIGHT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT, I’M JUST GONNA COME OUT AND SAY IT. they knew the minute they looked at him lol

AND MEANWHILE TOUYA IS OFF HAVING UNSUPERVISED TRAINING/CRYING SESSIONS IN THE MOUNTAINS OR WHATEVER, AND, UH OH

are those blue flames yet?? they seem pretty close

(ETA: this is one of the few cases where the manga being in black and white is infuriating lol.)

OH MY GOD AND STILL

so it’s not like he was so disinterested that he didn’t notice what was happening, and he was still trying to stop it and get through to him. trying to reassure him that it wasn’t the end of the world and there were other things he could do with his life, but this one particular thing just wasn’t going to happen

fucking hell. it’s agonizing seeing how close they actually were to fixing it. if he’d only said the right words, or if he’d realized at this point how destructive his obsession could be to his kids, and backed off from putting that same pressure on Shouto. we came so close to possibly having a happy ending

AND ALSO THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING BUT PLEASE LOOK AT HOW TOUYA IS LIKE THREE AND A HALF FEET TALL AND HIS DAD IS LIKE NINE AND A HALF FEET. Touya barely comes past his knees flkjlkg. the Todoroki household must have been so filled with like plastic stepstools to reach the bathroom sink and all the little baby toothbrushes, and baby gates to keep the kiddos out of the important grown-up rooms and stuff. and also days-old half-empty cups of water and stale crackers and hot wheels and my little ponies strewn everywhere

“BUT EVERYONE AT SCHOOL SAYS THEY’RE GONNA BE HEROES” a wild Deku parallel appears?? how bout that

I know this is like a pivotal moment in the Todo Tragedy and all, but fucking look at this lil dumpling

“sup bro, it’s me, the manifestation of your fears of inadequacy and lack of fatherly affections. a GAAA. ba-baAA-baa [gurgling baby sounds]”

OHHHHH IT’S THE SOUND OF MY HEART BREAKING OH NO

HE WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU ENJI. good lord somebody please just get this family some therapy

“DAD YOU IGNITED IT IN ME” flkjslkj nope, nope. not ready for this pain here

baby Shouto, would you like to weigh in on this affair? “DA!! ba-ga-daaa, [pacifier chewing noises]” oh my, you don’t say. so insightful for one so young

OH MY GODDDDDD

IT’S SO DRAMATIC BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT ARE THE SHOUNEN WOOSH LINES SURROUNDING FOUR-MONTH-OLD SHOUTO LOL HE WAS LIKE THIS FROM BIRTH OH MY GOD I AM DYING HELP

SHOUTO YOU’RE RUINING THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER!?!?!

“yo, the fuck kind of family was I fucking born into” oh, son. if you only knew. IF YOU ONLY KNEW!!

(ETA: lmao I got so distracted by the ridiculous cuteness that I glossed over the fact that Baby Touya seems to possibly be aiming at him?? it’s hard to tell because he’s also super out of it from heatstroke and may just be losing control in his attempt to show off his upgrade.)

ANYWAY THAT’S THE END EXCEPT WHAT’S THIS LAST LINE OMG

ffffff. and we’re in for ANOTHER chapter of this next week?? MORE drama?? MORE BABIES?? MORE OF EIGHT-YEAR-OLD TOUYA’S SLOW DESCENT INTO MADNESS. MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT, BUT ALSO YES PLEASE SIGN ME UP

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