#i was bleeding profusely and there was a chance they would come for us

[continuousmeowing]

I fell asleep on the couch and had a dream that kind of freaked me out

#It’s five in the morning excuse me if my wording isn’t as eloquent as usual #fun claude fact: zombies freak me the fuck out #another fun claude fact: my brain loves to torment me with reoccurring zombie apocalypse dreams #my brain is just OBSESSED with figuring out every way things could go wrong in an apocslypse setting #and subjecting me to them in what feels like my own personal hell #anyways the highlights of tonight’s dream: #mother left to get supplies for the first time since it all started. it was horrifying because I knew she probably wouldn’t come back! #i had to reckon with the idea that this would be the rest of my life. this was the world I lived in now. #doppelgänger zombie dog came into my house! I had to witness my father kill my dog knowing we would also have to kill the other. #impulsively took out my knife and slit my leg in reflex to seeing my dog get killed. #had a moment of ‘fuck does that count as relapse’ before realizing the undead would smell my blood and come for our asses #realizing that we were doomed #my mother left and was probably going to get killed #we were running out of supplies. what would I even do when my father grew old and died too. #a dog that might or might not be our dog ni sat in our living room. we would have to kill it. #another dog that might or might not be our dog laid in a pool of blood in our garage #i was bleeding profusely and there was a chance they would come for us #we were fucked #and then i woke up on the couch and tried not to freak out #claude’s meowing

[optimizche]

Missing (Part 4) [Aemond Targaryen x Reader]

Warnings: Angst angst angst.

A loud groan left your throat as you came to, after remaining unconscious for what felt like a few minutes. Or a few hours, you couldn't tell.

The first thing you registered was the warm crackling of a fire nearby, the sound of the storm still raging outside. Using your arm to prop yourself up, you leaned up against the closest support, realising as you looked around that you were in a cave.

"Ah, you're awake, little dove," came Aemond's voice and you glanced at him. He sat across from you in the cave, a bandage of torn cloth, perhaps from his coat, wrapped around his head.

Trying so desperately to stanch the blood that still wept from his wound. He looked rather pale, his lips a lighter color as he held on to his head with a hand.

"Firstly," you began, swallowing the dry lump in your throat as you leaned back against the wall for comfort, fighting against dehydration. "That bandage is a recipe for a festering wound that will kill you from the infection's fever. Secondly, head wounds always tend to bleed rather profusely. And finally, I am not your 'little dove.'"

Aemond stared at you, his good eye widening incredulously, while the firelight danced across the sapphire shining in his lost eye socket. "I carried you all the way to this cave, started a fire to keep you warm and this is how you repay me?" he asked, sounding almost hurt.

"I'm actually surprised we're not halfway to King's Landing on the back of your dragon," you remarked, running your hand across the large, dried bloodstain on your waist.

Your wounds and fractures had healed themselves rather well as you remained unconscious, only the slightest hint of residual pain accompanying each movement you made of your torso. It was nothing unbearable.

"Wouldn't it have been nice to have King Viserys' personal healer and the ward of Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon as your hostage?"

Aemond looked at you with barely hidden disgust. "Have you lost your mind? I would never hold you hostage. I am not a dishonourable man."

"And yet you fucked your sister while she was married to your brother," you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, feeling your strength grow with each passing second.

He watched as the blood returned to your cheeks, your full lips curled into a cruel smile as you remained on your side of the cave.

Refusing to make a single move to heal the head wound that had weakened him with blood loss.

"So, this is your game," he said, coming to the realisation that you were not going to heal him until you had the truthful answers to your questions. "You'll let me bleed?"

"Until you speak the truth."

"You'd allow me to die?"

"You almost tried to kill Lucerys! And you thought a few sweet words would turn me?" you sneered. "It is too little, far too late, Aemond Targaryen. You should have slit my throat while you had the chance."

He let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Is that how heartless you've become while you remained at Dragonstone? What happened to the girl I once knew?"

You looked at him with a hardened gaze.

"She died when you forsook her for a dragon and your sister."

Aemond stared at you, knowing that he had reached an impasse in this conversation. He could now see, from the fierce determination on your face in the firelight, that there would be no further reasoning with you. The anger and hurt he had caused you all those years ago had festered into bitterness and cruelty.

He leaned back against the wall, wincing slightly as he continued to bleed from his head. "State your terms, My Lady," he said and you grinned at how petty he sounded, returning to formalities.

"Gladly, Prince Aemond," you said, making sure that he took note of you avoiding the customary 'My Prince' honorific. "You answer my questions and truthfully. The whole truth and nothing but the truth. You swear under oath, not to attack me once I've healed you. Once you give me the answers to my questions, I shall heal you and depart, the both of us heading our separate ways."

"So that you can return to those bastardous whelps at Dragonstone?" he asked, smirking. "Your baby Lucerys who took my eye and your precious Jacaerys, who you took to your chambers that night in King's Landing?"

You blanched at his words. How did he know about Jacaerys?

"Have you been spying on me, Prince Aemond?" you asked, grinning openly now to cover how flustered you felt. "Is the one-eyed Prince jealous? Of his own nephews? Tsk, such a shame…."

"Hold your tongue-"

"You hold your tongue when you speak of my family, Prince Aemond!" you interrupted him, harshly. "Their mother and stepfather gave me a home when I had none. Lucerys cut your eye when he was trying to defend his own brother and cousins against you needless taunts. And if you are implying that I took Jacaerys to my bed, you are sorely mistaken. My maidenhead remains intact. I am nothing like you with your precious Helaena-"

"Shut up!" he roared. "You take advantage of my generosity and test the limits of my mercy? I should've beheaded you while I had the chance!"

You stood to your feet, brushing off the dust from your riding leathers. "I'm glad we've finally shown each other our true colours, Prince Aemond. I'll see myself out. Try not to bleed out and fall from your dragon in this nasty storm as you fly, half-conscious, to King's Landing," you said, taking a few steps towards the exit of the cave.

"No! Wait!" He cried out, suddenly desperate and very much in pain. "Please! I agree! I agree to your terms."

"Well, well," you said, sitting back down in your corner of the cave, crossing your ankles and leaning back leisurely against the wall. "So you swear under oath not to hurt me after I've healed you after you've truthfully answered my questions?"

"Yes! Gods be good!" he said, urgently. "I swear it."

"Wonderful," you said, with barely hidden elation. "First question. Which Baratheon girl did you betroth yourself to?"

Aemond gave you a look of pure loathing, remaining silent.

"Come on," you prodded. "Maris? Floris?"

He closed his eye in defeat. "Cassandra. Maris is a heathenous bitch."

You felt you heart skip a beat, feeling a pang of pain that you carefully did not allow to make its way to your face. So he had betrothed himself to another girl…

"Next question," said, far too quickly. Trying to distract yourself from how intently Aemond was looking at your face for some kind of reaction to his betrothal. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction. "Jaehaerys and Jaehaera-"

"Do you really wish to hear this?" he asked, raising a brow. "All of this?"

"Yes," you breathed, almost defiantly, trying to ignore how your heart was already sinking.

"Fine. Have it your way," Aemond said, sounding resigned. "I had always harboured feelings of affection for Helaena. But after her wedding to Aegon, I saw how badly he treated her. Barely acknowledging her presence, let alone respecting her as his lady-wife. She turned to me for comfort, as she had, since childhood. But this time, it wasn't so innocent… And I ended up bedding her."

You blinked, staring into the fire still crackling away merrily, feeling the weight of a million bushels suddenly fall on your heart, crushing it. Why did you still feel pain? Why did you still feel anything for this man?

"So," you began, carefully ensuring that your voice remained steady and did not break. "While Aegon was fucking handmaidens and serving girls, you were in bed with your sister?"

"Yes," Aemond sighed, running a hand over his face. "Helaena and I justified it as a Targaryen tradition," he laughed ruefully. "The twins are mine, I admit it."

Eyes moving to stare at the wall above him, you blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears from falling. It almost made you feel lightheaded, hearing him speak the truth at last. But more than feeling hurt, you felt a sense of anger.

Had he truly never felt anything for you? Ever?

Before you even knew it, you had asked him the question aloud.

"I did. I still do, whether you believe me or not," he said, making a move to get closer to you but you held up your hand, wanting to keep your distance. "You were my best friend and I loved you more than I loved my siblings. All those days we spent together under the weirwood tree are still some of my fondest memories of you. When you left, I felt like there was an immense void left behind in my life. I tried to keep myself busy with combat training, dragon-riding and studying. I tried to lose myself in Helaena. But somewhere in my mind, you always remained."

You chuckled mournfully, feeling the tears freely falling down your cheeks. "Your love for me was not enough to stop you from fathering your sister's children. You call Jace and Luke bastards, when your own sister's children are-"

Aemond looked at you, hearing you trail off into the silence as you stared into the fire.

"There is no going back for us now," you said, your voice ringing with finality. "We're both on opposite sides of this war."

"That we are," he admitted. "But I desperately wish it didn't have to be this way."

You raised yourself to your feet, brushing the hair away from your face as you made your way to him.

To fulfill your promise.

Kneeling down before him, you drew his face into your palms. "I'm sorry, I wasn't there to heal your eye. And I'm sorry that my love wasn't enough to keep you faithful to me," you said, running your thumb down his scar, caressing the sapphire underneath it.

"Thank you for being truthful to me," you said, before bringing your lips to meet his.

For how many years had you longed to kiss Aemond, to know what it felt like. You had always gone to bed with a smile as a young girl after imagining how happy you'd be to be able to kiss him.

But now, you felt like your heart had hardened into stone and even the warmth of his lips moving feverishly against yours wasn't enough to break through it.

You could feel every wound that he had sustained in the fall heal itself, the gash on his head sealing itself like magic.

It was only when Aemond's own hands found their way to your face that you drew back with a gasp, pushing his hands away.

"There. You're healed," you said, forcing yourself to your feet even as he stayed sitting on the floor. Seemingly dazed by the kiss.

"I wish the wound you left behind in my heart could heal just as easily," you said, walking away from him.

"Goodbye, Aemond."

He called out your name, asking you to wait, asking you to stay, but you made your way out of the cave, shouting for Aquerion to come get you…

Through the flight to Dragonstone, your mind was racing. You could feel your sorrow turn into anger, blistering through your soul.

Your eyes were dry, far too tired to shed any more tears in the name of Aemond Targaryen.

This was a war that you found yourself in the middle of.

This wasn't child's play.

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When you arrived at Dragonstone, you received a welcome befitting royalty.

Prince Daemon hugged you and told you how proud he was of you. Queen Rhaenyra almost had tears in her eyes as she clutched your hands in hers, thanking you for rescuing her dearest Lucerys.

"You were right, my dear," she said. "I should've never sent Lucerys alone to Storm's End. You saved my son's life and for that I am forever indebted to you."

You embraced Lucerys, Joffrey, Rhaena and Baela, laughing happily at being reunited with your family.

But it was when you hugged Jacaerys that the anger you felt against Aemond Targaryen morphed into a thirst for revenge.

Grabbing Jacaerys' hand, you asked him to take you to the rookery at the Sea Dragon Tower. Immediately.

"But, sweet one, don't you want to rest?" he asked, looking at you with worry in his dark eyes. "You've just arrived from battle. Surely a warm meal and a good night's rest-"

"Jace," you said. "Please take me to the rookery. Now."

Acquiescing to your request, Jacaerys took you to Sea Dragon Tower where you met with Maester Gerardys.

"I will need a quill, a pot of ink and parchment. Plenty of parchment," you said, seating yourself at a desk. "And sealing wax."

"Right away, My Lady," Maester Gerardys said, going to his study to fetch the supplies.

Jacaerys could see the gears turning in your head as you stared at the sea before you from the tower's window. "What are you doing, sweet one?" he asked, grasping your hand.

"Jace," you said, giving his hand a squeeze. "What I write in these letters, you mustn't breathe a word of this to anyone. Not your brother, not your mother, not Prince Daemon. No one. Swear to me."

Jacaerys looked perturbed at your request, but swore that he would remain silent.

Once the Maester arrived with the supplies you needed, you made him swear to secrecy as well, before getting down to your work.

With Jace sitting on the chair beside you, you asked the Maester that you two were not to be disturbed, at any cost, as you confined yourself to the room.

Quill and ink in hand, you took a sheet of parchment and wrote. Carefully writing each word, each alphabet, so that your handwriting would remain unrecognisable to the one person this letter was going to hurt the most.

As you wrote the letter, you could feel Jace's eyes growing wide with shock beside you, scanning the contents of the letter.

You wrote and wrote. The same letter in multiple copies. One for each major and minor house of Westeros.

Denying yourself any sustenance, save for some tea that Jace almost forced you to drink, you sat at the desk, writing for hours. Well past sunset and well into the night, leaving it to Jace and Maester Gerardys to seal and dispatch each letter with a raven.

Ravens flew to the Vale and Winterfell, your letters going to Casterly Rock and Highgarden. You wrote to the Citadel and to the leaders of the Faith of the Seven. Even Dorne.

You wrote to the Great Houses, Noble Houses, Knightly Houses and Masterly Houses. You wrote to Shield Houses and Sistermen Houses.

You wrote and wrote until your hand hurt and until you felt like you were seeing words swim before your very eyes.

You wrote, ignoring Jace's protests that you should rest, you should eat…

You wrote well into the next morning, watching the sun rise as you finally grasped your quill, pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and wrote your last, most important letter.

To Aegon, worded slightly differently, but its message remaining the same in essence as your other letters:

I am a writing as a concerned citizen of your kingdom. You, of all the people in Westeros, deserve to know the truth that has been concealed in plain sight by your own kin.

The children you call your own are bastards, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, fathered by Prince Aemond, not you. Your Queen, Helaena, lay with your brother Aemond, giving birth to bastards born of adultery. It is my duty to bring light to these sins and falsehoods that have been hidden from you.

Your legacy is a lie, and you in your own heart know that the true queen of the Seven Kingdoms is your half-sister, Queen Rhaenyra, the firstborn child of King Viserys and his proclaimed heir.

Strike your banners, swear fealty to the rightful Queen and give up your throne before plunging the realm into war.

Sincerely,

Your well-wisher.

As you watched the last raven depart, you slumped down in your chair, looking at the rising sun, knowing that your actions would change the tide of this war.

"Do you think I've done the right thing?" you asked Jacaerys, finally allowing the exhaustion that you felt to creep into your mind.

"The realm needs to know the truth, sweet one," Jace said. "You have just done the most difficult thing one can ever do. I'm so proud of you."

Author's note: Your feedback is my fuel! Do comment and let me know how you liked this chapter. Hearing from you gives me so much joy ❤️

Part 5 ➡️

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[mithraeris]

He Who Was Quotes

I was so intrigued by the note carried by He Who Was that @isolationstreet posted that I went through the script to see if there was more juicy content. And there is! Turns out he's not just a Shadar Kai, but a rogue Shadar Kai.

There is tons of content for Dark Urge and different classes. Also you can get a lot of Astarion approval for being awful here.

For a "random NPC" it's kind of a lot. Anyway, here are some highlights. Bold emphasis is mine.

Seems like the best outcome for people kinky over He Who Was is to have Madeline stab herself, but only once!

SCL_ServantOfTheRaven_AD_Idle

File description: An idle AD playing from time to time after the ritual. This gives hints that He Who Was and the raven are not actually supposed to be in the shadowlands

He Who Was (to Raven, cold and irritated): If you do not approve, you can leave.

Raven (this is a raven mimicking human speech (look it up on youtube, it's cool and freaky!). Emotionless and freaky. Getting louder and louder.): Not. NOT.

He Who Was (smug): I thought so

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He Who Was (discussing the player. Sounds a little sinister): We are fortunate to have found a companion.

Raven (this is a raven mimicking human speech (look it up on youtube, it's cool and freaky!). Emotionless and freaky. Getting louder and louder.): Companion. COMPANION.

He Who Was (speaking to the raven, sincere. He would be lost without his companion raven.): Be at ease. None could ever replace you.

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He Who Was (irritated, speaking to Raven): Do not look at me like that.

Raven: Caw.

He Who Was (cold and irritated): Our orders do not matter. We make our own destiny now.

SCL_ServantOfTheRaven_ShadarKai

Player [Bard]: It is an honour to meet one of the Raven Queen's scions. What brings you here?

He Who Was: For your kind to know Her ways is rare. You will suit the task at hand well.

SCL_ServantOfTheRaven_Memories

File Description: The player has delivered Madeline's ledger to He Who Was. The shadar-kai uses the book to channel her spirit. Player can punish her, making her stab herself the way her friends died, verbally admonish her, or forgive her.

Some things he can say that have interesting context about him manipulating the player:

He Who Was (trying to manipulate the player with a compliment, he doesn't really mean this): Your soul is lit with a grace few possess. It is… blinding.

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He Who Was (cold and calculated, trying to manipulate the player (totally does not hope the player sleeps easy)): You have denied her victims any chance of rest. I pray you sleep easy at night.

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He Who Was: The raven was right, we were fated to meet. Break her, my friend - most thoroughly.

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After having Madeline stab herself once:

He Who Was (Breathy laugh at the beginning and excitement in first sentence. Bloodied knife in his left hand, which he drops. He's shaking, blinking as he takes back control of his body. Returning to calm cold and calculated by end of second line. Cruel smile): That was genius, my friend. You have broken her in ways I could not have imagined.

He Who Was (wry sarcasm as he looks over his bleeding body, does not seem bothered by the pain): Though I'd have preferred not bleeding quite so profusely.

Player: That was fun can I do it again

He Who Was (deadpan and sarcastic): Not until I have recovered, if you wouldn't mind.

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After emotionally breaking Madeline

He Who Was (returns to his body with a jerk, smiling as he looks at his hand. Breathy with excitement like he's on a high): Ah! Glorious. Look - my hand still shakes.

He Who Was (delighted and cruel smile, little breathy as he comes down from the high. Collected and cold by "well done"): You broke her - most thoroughly. Well done.

Player: This was just some perverted fantasy of yours, wasn't it?

He Who Was (Cold and calculated): Perhaps, but we both got what we wanted, didn't we? Player: That was fun.

He Who Was (cruel smile, he believes him and the player to both we weirdo perverts): It is pleasing to see we are of one mind.

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Player [Cleric of evil-aligned deity]: Perhaps I will finish what the Dark Justiciars started

He Who Was: I thought I the teacher. But I have a feeling I will learn much from you.

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He Who Was (this sounds like it could be either a threat or a compliment depending on how you look at it. Cruel smile): The raven was right about you. Your name will be remembered

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #he who was #bg3 script

[avidfics]

Meeting Vi

A/N: I literally love Vi and made this account after watching Arcane. This is kinda a slow burn.

Summary: You get to meet your crush, Vi, for the first time, but she thinks you’re a bad influence on her sister. 

Warning: cursing, some simping 

Word Count: 2.1k 

The wind whipped across your face as you rode through the busy streets of Zaun at night.

“What happened to you promising a fun night with absolutely zero explosions!” You shouted at Jinx, whose arm was bleeding out from where she sat on the motorbike behind you. 

She, on the other hand, was acting as if she wasn’t bleeding profusely. Instead, she used the sides of the bike to stand up, making her sway from side to side. 

“I said prepare for a fun night FULL of explosions!” the she-devil let out an excited shout in the air. 

“I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered that distinction.” You scoff to yourself. 

“Just sit still.” You plead with her as you try to not hit the many people walking. “And please explain to me why you’d rather get patched up at a gym than get a real doctor? I’m sure Silco has someone on staff.” Not that you wanted to be in the same room as the most dangerous man in Zaun. Your, already queasy, stomach lurched just at the thought. 

Jinx finally sits on the seat and lets out a dramatic sigh. “Silco would make a big whoopie doo and send a hit squad after the idiots who caused this little scrape.” Said ‘little scrape’ was still bleeding The warm blood was sticking to the back of your shirt from where she rested. “No way will I let him in on my heist, it’s my business, not his.” 

Abruptly she tries to stand and, once again, you lose control of the bike. “Those ugly bastards better hope I bleed out because they won't get a second chance!” 

“Can the mega ass-whopping be paused so we don’t crash!” Your efforts to calm Jinx down are wasted. A pole comes out of nowhere and the front wheel crashes right into it.

The bike lands on your ankle at an odd angle, but you are more concerned with Jinx. What if she landed on her injured arm-

“Great steering skills, chief.” Jinx groans out sarcastically. 

“Smart-ass”. “Well, you shouldn’t have dragged us to some back alley doctor.” 

Somehow Jinx is able to crawl from under the motorbike easier than you. “I’m just fulfilling my role as an awesome friend - “ Your eyes bug out at the audacity. “I promised a fun night so I delivered you on a silver plate to someone I know you want to have fun with.” She comically wiggles her eyes at you, who is still, lying under the bike. 

“What are you talking about -” 

Your words are cut off by angry boots slamming against the pavement toward both of you. 

“Powder, what the fuck?!” 

Without looking up, you know the owner of that voice with every fiber of your being. Your assumption proves correct when Jinx gives you a slow, shit-eating grin. Obviously, the little mischief picked up on the seismic crush you had on her sister, Vi. 

“Powder, please tell me that isn’t your blood dripping from your arm.” 

“It’s Jinx, and it’s not all my blood. Some of this belongs to the lovely gentlemen Y/N and I played with tonight.”

Vi’s vibrant pink hair whips down at you. The accusatory glare is hard to miss. You squirm under its weight but, you know her mood will change once Jinx actually shares what went down tonight with her sister. 

Subconsciously you also wanted Jinx to clear the misunderstanding because you’d hate for Vi to have a negative view of you since you’ve admired her from a distance for some time. It started when a couple of teenage thugs were spray painting obscenities on the window of your tiny bakery. Not to be underestimated, you had a small knife and a bat underneath the cash register that you were prepared to use, but then you’d have to step away from your customers. 

Just as you were preparing to take off your apron, Vi came jogging along, hoodie pulled over her head, sleeves bunched at her elbows, and wraps circling her knuckles. The last thing you expected from a complete stranger was to take all four boys down to the ground, groaning in pain, as their paint sprays rolled away on the sidewalk. You stood in shock and watched as she lectured them for five minutes and when she finally let them go, the boys came inside the bakery and apologized. 

Those boys still come in twice a month to wash the windows and scrub the floors. 

From that day on, you monitored the sidewalk outside your shop everyday at 10 am to watch as Vi went on her morning runs. 

Jinx called you a stalker. 

Still, you never got a chance to talk to her and it had been eating you up inside. Even now, as she stood less than four feet away from where you still sat on the pavement, scolding Jinx for her recklessness, her proximity was sending your stomach in turmoil.

Being this close to the boxer made your lungs constrict in a panic. Her wide, determined stance with both arms crossed over her chest in a way that made it hard not to notice her well-defined muscles. Just seeing the way her black tank top clung to her made you want to send a prayer of thanks to the heavens for the high temperature.

God, you were no better than a dude. You were supposed to be worried over Jinx, not lusting over her sister. 

“Jinx, head inside the gym. There’s someone inside who can patch you up. I’m going to speak to your friend.”

The troublemaker herself rolls her eyes but not before sending you an over-the-top wink. “Sure, you two spend some time being ‘friendly’. Maybe invite Y/N over for a sleepover while you’re at it” 

Fuckin Jinx! You wanted to be more upset, but you finally were going to have a conversation with Vi. 

“Hi, I’m-”

“Not interested.” The cutoff was a slap to the face. “I only want you to tell me what is Silco trying to use Jinx for now. Don’t look confused, I know you are a low-level thug for Silco. So what? Is he giving you a paycheck if you convince Jinx to mess with gangs on the east side?” 

Vi was totally heated; somehow it was turning you on. It wasn’t your fault! She stood over you with full attention on you, a snarl on her beautiful lips. 

You shake away the nervousness you had about talking to Vi to try to make sense of what she was saying. “First, I’m no one’s low-level thug, I mean I had skill. Second, I have no clue what you’re talking about.”  It sucked that you were still sitting underneath the bike so try standing up, but your ankle wasn’t having it. A sharp pain shot up from your ankle and sent you back to the ground where you started. This might’ve been the most embarrassing moment of your life. 

You sheepishly peek up at her. “Mind giving me a hand before we continue?” 

One bandaged hand extends down. You have a slight hesitancy, but you place your clammy hand in hers, and that heated warmness returns to your stomach as she grapes your hand in a punishing grip. In a move so fast you miss, Vi yanks your shoulder forward to encroach in your space. Her steel boot finds footing on the bike. Ever so slowly, she steadily adds pressure as it presses into your injured ankle. 

Renewed pain burns through your ankle. A startled scream chokes in your throat. 

You look up at Vi, incredulous that she would be this violent to you, and what you see back makes you freeze. Vi is kind, gentle, and a tad sarcastic, but she is also protective. No matter how hard you tried to yank your hand away, she kept yours in a vise, squeezing so hard her arms flexed. You can’t help biting your lip because it was kinda hot. 

“Shit, what’s your issue!?” Her foot remains constant on the bike. The struggle against her was futile and damning because you had never noticed the cut on her lip before. There was an intense urge to lean up a few inches to run your tongue along it. 

Your blatant simping, unfortunately, does not go unnoticed. Vi’s gray eyes had followed yours, bringing that hardened smirk back to her lips. 

“Focus darling.” Literally swooning, while being stepped on, a new low. “Everyone knows you work for Silco, so tell me, why are you using Jinx to steal equipment from gangs?” she asks, followed by another intense press of her foot into your injury. 

Crap, this was not how you wanted to meet Vi. She was treating you like one of those mischievous boys who spraypainted your bakery and it was pissing you off. “Ow! What part of I don’t know don’t you understand? I worked for Silco, as in, PAST tense. Which, hello, everyone’s sister or brother has in some way or another worked for that maniac. I’m a freaking baker now, my only scheme is trying to pay less for sugar and flour. I’m freaking retired and your sister knows this but somehow she roped me into helping her a few times as a getaway - I have a soft spot for that crazy girl.” 

You manage to wrestle a small knife from your waistband and tap it against Vi’s side. “I don’t plan on snitching about Jinx’s plans, now get the fuck off of me so I can check on Jinx.” You dig the blade a smidge deeper. 

Vi doesn’t hide her surprise look at you pulling a knife on her. Her shock doesn’t last for long as she smiles, almost looking proud. “Looks like the baker has some edge. Sweet and then sour.” Her smile disorientates you for a second, and that’s all she needs. Her free hand covers your hand that grips the knife. “You seem scared, kitten. Do you know how to use it?” Her thumb gently rubs against the pulse at your wrist. 

Your breath shutters as you exhale. “Let go of my hand and you’ll find out.” Secretly you hope she doesn’t call your bluff. Vi wasn’t your favorite person at the moment but you didn’t want to harm her. 

Seconds tick by as Vi’s eyes don’t leave yours. Until they do and they go down, lingering at where your v-neck shirt had dropped down, exposing more of your cleavage than you normally show. 

You shake your hand from Vi’s to readjust your shirt. 

Vi awkwardly clears her throat and places her hands in her pockets as if she suddenly became self-conscious. “Let’s get this bike off of you.” The harsh Vi is gone in a cloud of smoke and the Vi you recognize arrives, but which one is the real Vi? 

With one hand she lifts the bike up and puts down the kickstand. She gently lifts you up next, despite your protest. “Let me help walk you inside.”

“First you cause my injury and then you want to make it better?” You shake off out of her hold, completely peeved.

“Cupcake, sloppy motor skills caused your injury -” you let out an irritated sigh. “However, I sure didn’t help it heal. Sorry?” She ducks her head down to give you an apologetic grin. Your heart skips too much to give a reply so instead, you offer her your arm so she can help you limp inside the gym. But Vi must’ve had other plans because she bends until her knees touch the concrete, and looks up expectedly. 

“I’m protective of Jinx because she’s the only family I have, but sometimes I go too far. I know Jinx considers you a friend so I am sorry for hurting you.” A gentle hand tugs on your calf. You let out a startled yelp and feel your face heat at how close her face is to the tops of your jean-clad thighs. Her neck is angled straight back to look at you with puppy eyes. “Let me take care of you to show how sorry I am.” 

You literally stop yourself from moaning. Vi had a way of making every nerve feel alive and buzzing like a live wire. You believed that she was just looking out for her sister, but you still were going to sulk for a bit. 

“Fine.” You wobble around to her back and wrap your arms around her neck. “I don’t want to hear a peep if I’m too heavy.”

A playful pinch on your thigh makes you let out an embarrassing giggle. “Cupcake, I could give you a piggyback ride all week.”

You tried not to think of other kinds of ‘rides’ as she carried you inside the gym. 

#vi x reader #arcane x reader #vi arcane

[tgrailwar-zero]

ASSASSIN ran.

This is what ASSASSIN-class Servants were good at. Running. Hiding. Striking from the shadows.

Your adversary, however, seemed unfazed and unsurprised.

'BOWMAN': "So it's death then."

The BOWMAN fired one arrow.

The sounds of the heavens themselves ruptured, bright light filled the area like the sun itself had burst to life between the two Servants as ASSASSIN narrowly dove out of the way. Despite his fast movement, the arrow landed heavily against his shoulder as he dove into an alleyway and continued to sprint away, his breath heavy and panicked.

[ Damage reduced to 3 thanks to a Great Success with Agility A! 4 HP remaining! ]

This.

This is why this Servant's face is burned within your mind.

Why you remember his expression so clearly as he stated his True Name. Disappointed. Somber. Determined.

KARNA: "My True Name is Karna. My bow, Vijaya, is the absolute pinnacle of its kind. Crafted for and wielded by Shiva, it ensures absolute victory. You were given a chance to live. That chance is gone."

The bowman's words rung as clear as church bells, even as you drew further and further away.

An announcement of an incredibly powerful Servant, and perhaps an even more incredible Noble Phantasm.

ASSASSIN: "Dammit… dammit!"

Eventually he found a homestead, slipping and ducking inside. The home was filled with the dissipating data of a small family. Digital corpses. Ones and zeroes, and yet the macabre sight began to feel a bit nauseating.

ASSASSIN found himself shaking, which frustrated him more. Even with the arrow skimming off his body, his shoulder was bleeding profusely. A direct hit from that was certain death. Of all the Lair Servants- of all the people to fight- it had to be this one? Caster was easy, his head rolled cleanly off his shoulders. But that was after extensive fighting and wearing him down. Near perfect strategy- this was their ambush- they weren't supposed to be the ones in this situation.

He felt the strength of the T-Summon waning, which didn't do anything to calm his nerves.

ASSASSIN: "I'll be damned if I die here. Caster-- can you hear me, Caster--!"

No response. Was the signal being jammed? The code cast you were using to communicate was top of the line. They'd need to have an ally incredibly versed in magecraft or curses in order to effectively jam them in a situation like this.

This was only the first Lair Servant. This was supposed to be easy. An assassination- an ambush- and now ASSASSIN found himself on the back foot.

You could hear the sound of his footsteps as he walked around. His lack of urgency made the hopeless reality of the situation even more palpable. He spoke, with the same even, dry tone.

KARNA: "I promise to make your death swift... or perhaps that isn't a convincing reason to come out. Hm. It would be easier if you revealed yourself on your own. Trying to communicate isn't my forte."

SERVANT: SLAYING ASSASSIN

T-SUMMONED: [PHANTOM COUNTESS]

Strength: C

Endurance: D

Agility: A (Raised from B)

Mana: C (Raised from E)

Luck: D (Raised from E)

NP: B (Raised from C)

HP: 4/5

MP: 3/7

Maximum Damage (Strength): 7 (Increased due to the amount of blood present!) Maximum Damage (Mana): 7 (Increased due to the amount of blood present!)

#thgw story #thgw: chapter 4 #main post #recall fragment

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

Borough What Gave Me Birth (Friendliest Place on Earth)

Ao3 is down, so I'm posting this here! It's a newsies (Specifically uksies!) one-shot based on an idea/joke one of the ensemble actresses had for her newsie, Splint, dying after the rally. It features all of the Brooklyn girls, but mostly Splint, Scope, and Spot.

Enjoy!!!

The rally is over, the newsies have won, and Scope is almost ready to celebrate. Almost.

She hadn't wanted to come here at all. She hadn't wanted to risk her friends. She told Spot not to come — of course, Spot overruled that decision and came anyway (a little later than expected, but still came) and saved the day like she always did. Scope supposes that Spot's gut was right, because the other kids would have been up the river before you could say "strike" without Brooklyn.

Scope came to follow orders and protect her friends. She'd do anything for Spot, even when she didn't want to. And she had to look after the other girls. There weren't many of them, but the only person who watched them just as sharply as Scope did was Spot, and Spot had business to take care of.

When all is said and done and Brooklyn reunites with the addition of Stray's Manhattan brother and the infamous Racetrack Higgins (holding Joey's hand in one of his and Spot's hand in the other), Scope notices that one person is missing: Her bunkmate, Splint.

Alarm bells sound in her head. She interrupts whatever triumphant smiley conversation the other newsies are having to inform Spot about Splint, and they all run off to look for her.

It's not like Splint is defenseless. In fact, she fights well when she's not injured. It's just that she's always injured. The only time Scope has ever seen her completely healed was when she picked a fight with a boy who looked at Pips wrong, and she won the fight but fell on her face and rebroke her arm immediately after. 

Spot, Joey, and Race come with Scope, and it takes them a while to find Splint, but eventually they locate her in the back of a dark alley, and she doesn't look so good.

Stray and her brother are already there, crouched over Splint. A dog is sitting next to Splint and resting its snout on her chest. Her broken arm is elevated and resting on the dog's back, except it's twisted the wrong way and bleeding profusely. There's a gash on the side of her face, from her cheek all the way to her neck. Stray is holding Splint's good hand in her own, telling her a story. Scope rushes in and takes her spot, trying not to cry.

"What the hell happened?" Spot asks, her voice cold as steel with rage. Spot's anger is never warm like fire or wet with tears, always cold as ice — or a blade.

"I got soaked," Splint croaks, and just hearing her speak was painful. Blood dribbles out of her mouth, and Scope wipes it with her sleeve.

"Two on one… no — no chance." She says.

"Im going to rip this city down brick by brick," Scope promises. "Let's get you back home." She says, trying to lift her friend up. Splint is limp in her arms, and seems to be fading far away. Scope stifles a sob and sits down, Splint draped over her knees. 

"Hildy! Lucky! Ritz! Raf! Pips!" Spot calls to the rest of Brooklyn, who stand at the mouth of the alley. They run over and Pips hides in Rafaela's side when she sees Splint, and Hildy claps a hand over her mouth. 

"Splint's hurt. Bad." Is all Scope can manage to say. She doesn't say that Splint might die right here in her arms partly because she doesn't want to scare Rafaela and Pips, who are the youngest of them, and partly because the child part of her brain reasons that if she doesn't put that thought into the world, it won't come true.

"Girls?" Splint asks weakly, and Scope gives her a squeeze as Spot assures her that they're all there. 

"Stay with us, Splint, please stay." Scope murmurs. 

"'m gonna be fine. C'mon, let's get to the… let's go home. Scope'll fix me right up again like always." Splint says. She tries to sit up but barely makes it halfway before falling back into Scope's lap. Scope cradles her head in her arms.

"It's alright. We don't hafta go anywhere just yet. I don't think it's such a good idea."

"Whatever you say, Scopey. Your gut's always right." Splint smiles and laughs to herself. "Except that one time. Remember when you thought — ow, ah, gee it hurts to talk —"

"When I thought there was a man outside of the lodge house and it was just one of Stray's dogs? Yeah, of course I do." Scope says quietly. She'd woken up after a particularly bad nightmare from her life on the streets and got paranoid about the noises outside. It was the only time she'd ever been wrong, and the other newsies wouldn't let her live it down. Especially not Splint, who she'd woken up in the middle of the night to warn. But Splint was also the only person Scope told about the nightmare, and had comforted her the rest of the night — even letting Scope climb into her bunk.

"That gave us all a good laugh," Stray chuckles.

"Don't let her forget." Splint coughs, and more blood spills out of her mouth. 

"We won't." Spot promises. She's trying to hold it together. Scope can see it on her face. She's trying so hard to be strong for her girls, but what about herself? She needs to feel, too. Then again, Scope knows Spot doesn't like to feel. She thinks feelings get in the way of her purpose. Scope knows because she feels the same. She needs to be strong for Splint. She doesn't want to be a blubbering mess in her best friend's last moments.

"Don't go. You don't have to go, do you? You said I'd — You said I'd bring you home and fix you up. Maybe…" Scope whispers, but she trails off when Splint lifts a finger to her lips.

"I know what I said. But I ain't no fool, Scope. You know that."

"Oh, Splint…" Scope watches a tear fall from her own face onto Splint's and wills herself to stop crying. She remembers a story a young woman told her while she was on the streets about a girl crying onto her dying love — her tears had been magic, and brought her love back to life. That was a child's story, though, and Splint didnt magically heal.

"Don't let Ritz take my bunk and keep you up all night with her tapping and singing."

"Splint, don't talk like that…"

"I can talk… however I like, thank you very much."

"Damn right." Lucky says, and when Scope looks up at her, she's holding onto Ritz for dear life, who's covering her face and shaking.

"I —" Splint says and reaches out with her good arm before wincing and settling back down, looking more pained than before. 

"It's okay, Splint. If it hurts, you can let go." Joey murmurs, moving forward to push Splint's hair out of her eyes.

Spot nods. "Brooklyn's here." Her voice trembles as she speaks.

"Loud and clear." Everyone repeats softly.

Splint smiles. "I love you all." She closes her eyes, and they don't open again. Each newsie come up and says their goodbyes, and Scope finally lets herself cry.

#Newsies #uksies #spot conlon #Joey Higgins #Joey newsies #Newsies Joey #Joey uksies #Uksies Brooklyn #scope newsies #splint newsies #Hildy newsies #Rafaela newsies #stray newsies #Tw death #Death tw #Tw blood #Blood tw #Blood mention #racetrack higgins #(briefly) #Injury mention #Tw injury #Injury tw #bird likes to write #lucky newsies #ritz newsies

[poptimus-prime]

My disease professor let us write meta re: the treatment of infectious diseases in pop culture for extra credit, so I screamed about the Prime episode "Sick Mind," AKA the one where Optimus is wasting away with the Plague.

TL;DR-- Ratchet, what are you doing? You are going to get everyone infected.

Also, there's a description in this of how Bubonic Plague is spread and what the symptoms are if that will bother you.

    The episode featuring a disease I’ve chosen to do is the thirteenth episode of the first season of Transformers: Prime (2010-2012), titled “Sick Mind.” The episode starts with Ratchet alerting Optimus that he’d managed to lock onto the location of the Nemesis, the Decepitcons’ warship. He also finds an Autobot distress beacon on the same frequency, and he and Optimus go to scout it out. The beacon is coming from a plague ship that crashed centuries ago. Optimus ends up infected with Cybonic Plague, a viral disease created as a biological weapon by Megatron that has no cure and ravages the Cybertronian population. Arcee and Bumblebee go to the Nemesis to find the cure, as they figure that Megatron would have one in case he got infected, and find that Megatron is still alive and on life support. Bumblebee agrees to go into his mind via a procedure known as a cortical psychic patch to convince Megatron to give up the cure. Meanwhile, Starscream and Knockout conspire to convince Soundwave to “pull the plug” on Megatron so they can usurp power over the Decepticons. Eventually, Megatron is tricked into giving up the cure, Optimus gets cured, and everything is fine…except that Megatron’s subconscious is now in Bumblebee’s head. I’m sure everything will be fine, though. :) 

Cybonic Plague is meant to be inspired by Bubonic Plague, a bacterial infection transmitted via fleas, typically from the flea biting an infected animal and then biting a human. Symptoms include fever, bloody cough, swollen lymph nodes, headache, and delirium. 

Optimus presents with extreme fatigue and a mottled, swollen faceplate, especially around one of his optics. Ratchet scans him with an unknown medical device that I honestly interpret as a thermometer, given that the screen looks almost like a heat map. In this interpretation, it likely shows a fever. His optics’ lights flicker, which suggests extreme injury or illness in Cybertronians within the canon of the series. He is also seen ‘breathing’ deeply, which is another thing that is used to show Cybertronians being ravaged by illness or injury. He can barely turn his head, let alone move from his position on the medical cot.

I have a lot of criticism about how Ratchet and the other Autobots handle Optimus’ infection. Not with regards to them looking for a cure, but with efforts made to reduce the potential risk of infection to the other Autobots, especially given that the disease is spread through contact made with infected Energon (IE, bodily fluids.) Ratchet makes no effort to protect his pathways of entry (Optimus was infected when infected Energon dripped into his optic/eye) or keep the other Autobots away from Optimus. (At some point, Bulkhead is literally RIGHT NEXT to Optimus, and it’s like. Primus, dude, he has The Plague.) It should be noted that Ratchet is the Chief Medical Officer, so this is something he would reasonably know to do. The human children of the series are at least kept high up away from the infected, but it still kind of sucks that the Autobots made no other efforts. 

Arguably, there’s a chance that there is no way for a Cybertronian to potentially aerosolize their Energon via sneezing or coughing, as they do neither in this series. Still, they have coughed up ‘blood’ before, and given the Cybonic Plague’s clear inspiration being Bubonic Plague, there is a high chance Optimus would have begun coughing up ‘blood.’ There’s also a chance that Optimus would have just straight up started ‘bleeding’ profusely, as the Cybertronian dead seen in the plague ship was seen with puddles of Energon underneath them. However, it’s unconfirmed if that is a symptom of the disease or if the crash damaged their frames. Just because they died due to illness doesn’t mean their bodies could have sustained more damage.

Of course, these giant robotic organisms can play hard and fast with epidemiological rules. Still, I’d give them an F for containing the infection if it were humans or some other organic being. More attempts needed to be made by the, again, CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER OF THE AUTOBOTS, to prevent the spread of disease by making everyone maintain adequate distance (QUARANTINE OPTIMUS) and using personal protective equipment. 

#daphnis.docx #medical cw #Grabbing and shaking Ratchet #Sobbing man you should know this

[i-cant-read-the-room]

My step dad always said I would grow up to be a serial killer.

!!!!!!!!!! NSFW warning. Like, every trigger warning that exists applies here. Please read forward with caution and understanding. !!!!!!!!!!!

this is realllly long sorry. If it helps, copy and paste this all into TTSReader's Text to Speech Player and just listen instead. Thats what I do.

TW:

Self h@rm

Child abuse

animal abuse

animal death

knives

thr*w up

domestic violence

f*rce feeding

suffocation

strangulation

racism

drowning

I hope that's everything that could be triggering.

He was right.

Almost.

He abused me in almost every way possible. Starving me, then force-feeding me till I got sick. Then he would hold my arms to my side and carry me like a battering ram to the sink, turn on the sprayer, and hold my face under the faucet while I struggled to breathe without inhaling water. All the while digging my nails into any bit of skin I could grab. This was punishment for getting sick. And sometimes he would just do it because he felt like it. It became his nightly routine.

Once I dragged the dining room table behind me as I fought like my life depended on it. It did, and I could never win. On another occasion, he chased me around the kitchen, and when I had my hand on the door to freedom, he told me to just let him do it and it would be easier. he said if he had to catch me it would be worse. so I thought and weighed my chances of escape, against my chances of survival. I walked over to him and gave up. but the moment the water hit my face I couldn't help but fight it.

My mom heard the screaming every night and all she would do was come downstairs and tell him I needed to sleep because I had school the next day. she never reported him.

I would often cough up greyish-brown phlegm in blobs the size of my palm. they tasted gross. I only realized around 10 years later I had been suffering from chronic pneumonia because of the constant inhalation of water.

Aside from those forms of abuse, he would also suffocate me in three different ways. His favorite was two hands. One pinching my nose and covering my mouth, and the other around my neck. I can still remember the hot dryness of his hands and the burning in my lungs. He would also lay me across his lap face up and hold my neck down with his forearm. He also used bags over my head. I got away in two ways. I would pretend to pass out by going limp and not fighting, and if he didn't let go I would wet myself.

He also beat me, duh. What kind of abuser does all this and doesn't hit you too? Once he punched me sideways. He was in the driver's seat and I was in the passenger seat, and he punched me while both of us were facing forward. I only felt a brief pain and a white flash. I didn't cry, I knew better. Then he did a double take at me and pulled over in a hurry. My heart started racing because I thought he was finally going to kill me. He got out of the car, ran to my side, and whipped open the door. He opened a water bottle and started splashing my face and wiping it with a towel. I noticed dark smears on the towel as he did so, it was night time so it was hard to see more than that. I guess I had been bleeding profusely and he panicked.

Another form of abuse he enjoyed was shaming me. He literally wrote the word shame on a piece of paper once and made me stare at it while he chanted shame. He once had me stand in one of those large plastic bins and had me T-pose for hours. If my arms would begin to drift down, he would dump cold water on me. He even had my little sister help. He sometimes had her position my arms and then water me like a topiary tree. If my arms drifted down too many times, he would change my position to leaning my forehead against the wall, with my feet about 1.5 ft away from said wall. The pain would come on gradually but eventually would become unbearable. I would try to shuffle my feet closer to the wall to ease the pressure, and then he would manually reposition me.

He called me every synonym for wh*re, including that word. So that word strikes a nerve. Because of him, later in life, I stayed in a toxic relationship for years because I had lost my virginity to the guy and didn't want to be a wh*re. Thought I was only supposed to have one guy my whole life.

He also constantly accused me of mast*rbating. I didn't even know what that was, but since he made me call him master sometimes I thought he meant I was doing something to draw his attention to me on purpose. Obviously, I wanted his attention as much as I wanted the attention of mosquitos.

He also had this weird thing about not letting me use the bathroom. I wet myself often because of this and the suffocation. a few times he would lock me in my room put bells on the handle, tacked to the wall so they would fall if I moved them. I had to use my toybox as a toilet.

One of his more creative moments was when he smeared the expired mayo from the fridge into my hair like a hair mask and then mixed in a whole jar of peanut butter for good measure. Then he told me not to dare shower. I was a good kid and didn't want to make a mess so I put a shower cap on before bed so I wouldn't get it on the bed. Then he made fun of me the next morning for not showering.

The collars of almost all my shirts were loose and stretched out because he would sometimes lift me against a wall by my collar. Once he did that and held a knife to my nose, threatening to cut it off. He asked me if I thought I was better than him just because I had a pretty nose. Speaking of that he also liked to flick my nose constantly.

Didn't understand until years later when we learned about the holocaust in history class, and after I had learned he wasn't really my dad, and who my actual dad was.

My dad was almost pure German. My mom was German and Norweigan. He was Jewish through his mom, and Russian through his dad. Who in the h3ll believes a 7-year-old is secretly a n@zi?

We had an ant problem, and I would collect ants and partially smush them, so they would writhe in pain and I would watch. When I had a crush on a boy I would kick, punch, bite, and shame them verbally.

One day, a few months before I finally managed to run away, I woke up before my parents and went to their bedroom to listen and make sure I was safe for the time being. I heard two people snoring. So I went to the kitchen and got a steak knife, the ones that don't have a wooden handle, just all metal. I crept back to their door and creaked it open. I stood over my mom, as she slept on the side next to the door. I watched them sleep for a few minutes and contemplated whether or not I could kill him before he had the chance to overpower me.

I decided against it because my mom would get covered in blood, and it might traumatize her to wake up next to the man she loved dead as a stone. So i quietly left, closed the door and went downstairs. I stabbed an empty soda box a few times to get it out of my system, put the knife away, and went to play quietly in my room.

This all went on until I ran away at 11 years old.

I ran away, and made the news "Pediatritian waterboards 11-year-old stepdaughter." both my parents had mugshots. He only got three years in prison. The final verdict was child endangerment because he claimed he didn't waterboard me out of malice and was simply trying to wash my hair. I told the lawyers most of this stuff, but they only brought up the waterboarding. At the final sentencing, he approached me in front of everyone, and with his best pretend voice, he apologized for "making me feel that way and hoped I had it in my heart to forgive him." I said nothing in return.

He had always told me I'd grow up to be a serial killer one day.

In foster care, my antisocial tendencies got worse. I would lash out at my little sister, throwing things at her if she ticked me off. I would laugh when she begged me not to tell on her for something. Because something in me found her tearful desperate begging humorous. I would self-harm not out of low esteem, but out of anger at others. When I would get too angry, I would rip my ankle to shreds with an exacto I stole from my foster parents. I took a large knife I found in a shed with me to school and carved up the seats in the back of the bus. I cut my nails to sharp points and painted them with that nail strengthener stuff. Just so I could be sure to make people bleed if they dared touch me on purpose.

At home, I would collect toads at night, and keep them in a cabinet in my room. I used my dollhouse furniture to make a nice house for them. But they would never cooperate, being wild animals and all. They would attempt to run away, and pee when they got scared, which would piss me off. I would repeatedly throw them at a wall. One good smack, then trying to see if they behave. If not, another good smack. Obviously, they died.

one day for some reason I made a noose out of friendship bracelet string, and hung one of the toads. Its struggle made it hop and swing around. It was entertaining to me. Eventually, they would die, and I started making multiple nooses and stringing multiple toads up next to each other. Once I got my hands on a bullfrog, it was huge and heavy. And peed a lot. It didn't last long on a noose.

I moved on to harsher (is there such a thing?) methods. I would fold origami cubes, and seal the toad inside with a stone, and toss it into the pond. To make sure they didn't escape I would first impale them on a toothpick.

Sometimes I would plug my bathroom sink and fill it with peroxide and water, then submerge the toad and watch it fizz.

Once I filled the sink with just water and held the toad under until it started to struggle. Sometimes I would save it, dry it off, wrap it up, and be affectionate towards it. other times I would feel like I was locked in place and couldn't stop until it was dead.

I was on the course to becoming a serial killer. He was right after all, and year by year it wasn't looking too bad.

Until two things changed me forever.

One day I was yelling at my sister and went to throw a hanger at her again. She flinched and made a terrified helpless face. She was probably seven at the time. All of a sudden I saw me, helpless, and terrified, on her face. And suddenly I felt guilt. I said I was so sorry, and started thinking back to all the times I scared her like that, and realized she was just a kid like me, and I was her big sister. She looked up to me, adored me, and needed me to protect her, not hurt her. From then on I never raised a hand at her, or my voice. Sure we would argue sometimes, but I could never forgive myself for what I put her through, and never again did I hurt her, or even threaten to.

I'll never be able to take back what I put her through, and I have to live with that expression forever engrained into my memory.

The final event that took me off the path to becoming a serial killer, was a toad with just one eye. I didn't know he only had one eye till I noticed him hopping in circles all the time. He couldn't really escape, so I never got mad at him. I named him Cy. I never named a toad before. I made a terrarium out of a really large peanut butter jar, cleaned it out, removed the label, and put holes in the top. I put gravel, then dirt, then moss in the bottom, with some stones, a large stick, and some plants I uprooted. I filled a bottle cap with water and pushed it flush with the moss. Then every night I would go outside and instead of catching toads, I would catch moths by the porch light and put them in his container. I enjoyed watching him lock on, and catch them. I took care of him the whole summer. I even made a harness out of friendship string, making sure not to tighten it on his neck, and I literally took him for walks outside.

Eventually, fall came and the bugs started to dwindle. I realized soon there would be no bugs over winter, and I knew for him to live I had to let him go so he could hibernate. So I let him go.

After that, I never hurt another animal. And I would fully squish bugs, not just partially and only when they were a nuisance. Sometimes I would find injured butterflies, snakes, lizards, etc and I would bring them water, and do my best to help them live through it.

It took me a few more years to stop hurting boys when I had a crush on them, but finally, I did. And the first guy I didn't hurt, I ended up marrying. It's three years later now and I'm happy, nurturing two children, and I have two cats who are loved and well cared for. I taught my stepdaughter not to be scared of toads and bugs because they are cute babies. She's seven this year. My youngest is 3.

My stepdad was wrong about me. I could never be a serial killer. I was just angry, with nowhere to express it. But now I have music, art, and screaming off my porch if I ever really need to.

Recently I've become a Christian, because my stepdaughter is, and the joy it brings her made me realize you can't judge a religion by the people who claim to be part of it. I started reading the Bible and listening to excerpts on YouTube. I found peace, and love in that book. I found a father who would never hurt me, who will always love me and understand me better than I understand myself. If religion is a scam, then so be it, at least I found a reason to be better. And if it's not, then I will go home when I die. And to go home is something I always longed to do, but I had no place to yearn for because home was a house of horrors.

Have you ever felt homesick with no place to call home?

I wish I could bring back all the toads I killed, and give them freedom, and all the bugs in the world. They could have had a life, but I caught them and killed them. Who knows, they could have lived long happy lives if it weren't for me. Animals are the most innocent creatures on earth. They don't know right or wrong, only survival. They don't have malice, only fear and comfort. They don't commit crimes like humans do. They don't kill for fun.

I wish I could be a kid again just so I could do everything right this time. spare the toads, spare my sister. Look for kids like me and get them out of their situations too. I wish I never went through that gruesome healing process, but like my mom always said, "It has to get worse before it gets better."

Records show troubled past of pediatrician accused of waterboarding stepdaughter - CSMonitor.com

Delaware pediatrician Melvin Morse guilty of waterboarding 11-year-old girl - CBS News

Doctor in waterboarding case faces array of troubles, court records show (nbcnews.com)

The thing that made me the most angry as a kid, is that no one believed me.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, it means a lot to get it off my chest. Hope I formatted it right and censored everything I needed to.

#tw abuse #child abuse #self h@rm #animal abuse #animal death #antisocial #melvin morse

[readingandwritingandreading]

The Day Before You ~ Part 4

My Blurb: I have a new method of writing and I am thrilled that it seems to be helping me move parts quicker. Also that Celtic Warrior Workout added some mojo. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: This is loosely based on the events of Smackdown last week.

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: mentions of blood, a few cuss words.

Tagging: @pioched​​ @snarkandsarcasmftw​ @pikapuff316​​  @moxskitten​

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“He’s in a pretty bad mood right now.” Butch tried one more time to get me to head home with Isabella.

“You mentioned that, but I want to wait. I absolve all of you of any of the consequences.” My hands on my hips and my head held high I stared down the three others in the locker room. 

Butch shrugged, grabbing his bag and headed out the door. Sheamus sighed but followed suit telling Isabella he’d pull the car around. I lowered my defenses a little when it was just me and her left. Smackdown was airing live only an hour away so we had driven down to surprise the guys. They had spotted us easily in the crowd when they came out, both of them grinning at us.

The plan had been for Isabella to drive back with Sheamus and me to ride back with Ridge. But then Ridge had gotten injured in a match against the Viking Raiders. He’d been shoved into the stairs and while I wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, his head was bleeding profusely and he wasn’t able to get back in and break up the pin resulting in them losing. Butch and Sheamus had helped him to medical while we rushed to their locker room to wait for an update. Sheamus had come back and informed us he’d busted his head open on the stairs and they were working on getting him stitched up. Butch had followed a while later with the news they were checking for a concussion and he had wanted me to head home, he’d call later. 

I adamantly refused. Our relationship had been going really well over the last month, he had agreed to come with me to the wedding without hesitation and I had never felt more comfortable with someone. I didn’t feel right about leaving him when he was injured. Plus if he had a concussion he shouldn’t drive himself home. Isabella seemed to read the worry on my face, stepping forward and grabbing my hand. “I’m sure he’s ok, they have top notch medical staff. But if he’s in a bad mood, do you really want to be here for that?” 

“I’m not afraid of him Isabella, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I just left him here alone? Would you leave Sheamus?” I stared at her pointedly, already knowing the answer. Sheamus had suffered several injuries in his career and she had always been by his side. 

She smirked in reply, nodding her head. “So girlfriend? Pretty serious.” 

I rolled my eyes in response, blushing a little. We hadn’t exactly put a label on what we were yet. “He makes me feel safe, like nothing bad can happen if he's around and I don't have to be so on edge with him. I can just relax and be me.” 

She stared at me for a second before responding, “Alright, let me know when you get home though.” I nodded in agreement, hugging her before she left the room and flopping down on the couch to wait. 

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I stalked down the hallway after being released from medical. The remaining people backstage moved out of my way quickly. No sign of a concussion, thankfully, just a nasty cut above my eyebrow and the guarantee of a black eye in the morning. I rubbed my hand down my face as I headed to our locker room. I hated losing but losing and getting injured in a match that Lyssa was at made my blood boil. Reaching the door I slammed it open harder than necessary, not expecting the startled squeak that erupted from the small couch in the corner. 

“Jesus, Ridge! You scared the shit out of me!” Lyssa jumped up with wide eyes, clutching her chest. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were still here. I told Butch to tell you to head home.” I groaned, plopping down on the couch she had vacated, my head was starting to hurt. 

She put a hand on her hip, turning to face me with a raised eyebrow. “He told me, I told him no.” 

“You waited for me?” I leaned forward looking at her with a grin. 

She sat down beside me, leaning her head against my arm. “Of course I waited for you. I wasn’t going to drive back by myself with the newlyweds. Plus aren’t you like my boyfriend or something?” Lifting her head she gently tilted my head to inspect the stitches on my brow.

I chuckled, my injuries forgotten at her question. The warm feeling that always accompanied her presence flowing through me, “Ya, I guess I am.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She blushed then grimaced, “You need a shower, you smell.” I laughed in response pulling her, despite her squeal, into a hug before standing up and heading to the attached shower room. 

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I heard the shower turn on and pulled my phone out. My heart had finally returned to normal after Ridge had burst into the room scaring the crap out of me. The joke about being my boyfriend had been meant to lighten the bad mood he was obviously in after being injured and losing. It had helped though, plus we got to skip the awkward what are we conversation. 

Pulling up my Doordash app, I paced the room while ordering some food, finishing right when I heard the water stop. A second later Ridge appeared in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist and another rubbing his hair dry. He draped it around his neck when I approached, holding the ends in his hands.  

“Smell better now?” he smiled and I stepped closer to him, taking an exaggerated whiff of his chest. 

Before I could answer, I caught sight of a drop of water running down his neck, between his pecs and across his abs, disappearing when it hit the towel. My mouth went dry and I resisted the sudden urge to trace its path with my tongue. Several makeout sessions with me on his lap had given me a decent idea of what Ridge was packing under the towel. I didn’t think I was quite ready for that and he never pushed. Clearing my throat I tore my gaze from the spot the drop disappeared to find Ridge staring at me, his pupils dilated. “Much better. I um, I ordered some chinese, it will be delivered to my place in about an hour and a half.” 

“Your place?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. His normally gravel town had taken on a growly edge that made me shiver.

‘Is that ok? You have a head injury.” I pointed to the stitches above his eyebrow. “You aren’t supposed to be alone or go to sleep right?” Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? 

“That’s for a concussion. Which I don’t have.” he grinned at me. 

“Oh, well…if you’d rather just go home and get some rest, I can get an Uber.” I was blushing and babbling but I couldn’t seem to stop. I had seen him in his ring gear for goodness sake. This towel was covering more than that did. Get it together Lyssa. 

Ridge reached for me, placing his hands on my shoulders and rubbing them down my arms. “I’m not letting my girl take an uber home and eat alone after she waited this late for me after a show.” he pressed another kiss to my forehead and I took a minute to bask in his warmth. “I'll get dressed and then we can head out.” 

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Lyssa insisted on driving on the way home. She countered my argument of it being my car with her own of me being injured and needing to rest. Anyone could say I let her win but there was no competition when she looked up at me with a determined look on her face. It was either hand her the keys so she could skip to the driver side or press her up against the passenger side and show her how not injured I was. I hadn’t missed the way she looked at me in the locker room and my body had reacted, making me wonder if I needed another, much colder, shower.

The past month had made it abundantly clear that Lyssa’s love language was physical touch. She liked to be touching me when we were together and I would be hard pressed to find a reason not to enjoy it. Even now while driving, she had snuck her hand over into mine once we hit the interstate. She sang softly along with the radio, clearly trying to let me get some rest. I rubbed my thumb along her hand, bringing it to my mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it. She looked at me with a smile and a slight brush. She always had that reaction and it made me think her last boyfriend must not have been into small gestures of affection. 

The ibuprofen had kicked in and I was feeling better by the time she pulled my SUV into the spot beside her car. She stretched when I opened her door and she hopped out, immediately taking my hand as we headed up to her apartment. 

“I’m going to go change, the food should be here any minute.” she tossed her jacket on the counter before heading to her room. I took off my boots and hoodie before heading to the kitchen to grab drinks. Setting them on the coffee table right when a knock on the door signaled the arrival of our food. Thanking the delivery girl I turned to see Lyssa appear from the bathroom wearing leggings and the hoodie I realized was missing a few days ago. My third one to be exact. 

“You stole another one of my hoodies?” I asked, carrying the food to the coffee table. 

“You left it here, it’s mine now.” she shrugged, opening the containers before grabbing one and sitting back on the couch with her legs up. “Plus it’s warm. How are you not cold right now?” she pointed her chopsticks at my shorts and t-shirt. 

I joined her on the couch, pulling her legs onto my lap before grabbing my food. “It looks better on you anyway. I don’t get cold easily. I’m a big guy.” I flexed an arm to illustrate my point, causing her to laugh.

By the time we had finished eating, she had made her way into my lap, telling me about the new author who just could not string a sentence together and had no idea how to write a woman. “If he mentions her “buxom bosoms” one more time, I’m throwing it across the room.” she sighed dramatically, laying her head on my chest with a yawn.

“You should get to bed. It’s late.” I chuckled, rubbing her back. 

“I don’t want you to go, you’re warm.” she paused. “And I was worried about you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. 

“Injuries are part of the job, but I can’t help but like that you were worried about me cor meum” I admitted as she settled more comfortably against me. 

“She yawned before asking, “Why do you call me that?”

“It means ‘my heart’ in Latin. It’s what my dad calls my mum, I never understood why until I met you. It just seems to fit you.” I looked at her nervously, but she had a soft smile on her face. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she asked then tensed immediately, “I don’t mean like sex…not that you aren’t or I don’t want…I just mean…sleeping...ugh” she tried to crawl off my lap clearly embarrassed but I held her to me tightly. 

“You should be warned, I've been told I cuddle like a koala.” I laughed standing while still holding onto her. 

“Sounds like I can get rid of a few blankets then.” she reached for the lights as we made our way down the hall. 

#micole writes things now #ridge holland #ridge holland fic #ridge holland x ofc #smackdown #wwe fic #The Day Before You

[ask-the-boogeyman]

[Room]

"Heard someone thought they could take you on in a fight, Myers."

Word spread around the ballroom fast of a fight already starting in the garden, the designated sparring grounds where you could kill and maim at your leisure. Which is why the Ghostface didn't pay it much mind at first, thinking it was just a couple of killers unable to contain themselves and letting out some energy on some of the guests. But to hear one of the participants had a halligan immediately set off alarm bells and he barely managed to scramble past the growing crowd of witnesses standing at the very edge of the garden to catch the end of the bloodshed.

Michael Myers standing victorious at the cost of the outfit he'd help put together reduced to shreds and stained with blood, both the killer's and his opponent's. Danny was the first to step out into the Garden as things began to calm down, not worried about facing the wrath of the Boogeyman unlike the rest. He's gotten a chance to see past the mask he wore and managed to settle himself on the "tolerable" spectrum of people Myers wouldn't kill on sight, which to his knowledge included only two people.

And so here he was, gingerly checking the damages the Shape had sustained and running his gloved hand across the blood soaked fabrics. "... Motherfucker..." His lips were pursed as he was both pissed off that his hard work was ruined and upset over the man who was now bleeding profusely and injured himself. For as much as one should be treated with higher concern over the other, he knew Michael would be alright. His rush to check things out wasn't of concern for his well being necessarily, because he was confident enough in him not to underestimate his abilities. But it was the fact that internal bleeding was probably gonna make Myers regret even coming here.

"Let me take you to one of the quiet rooms here, alright? I'll patch you up myself and see if I can work with this."

~ @insidious-journalist

The crowd gathering furthered his agitation, but not before he found another's presence arriving. His head lulls forward, his footing staggering for a moment as his breathing remains ragged and forced. With faint huffs that rise and fall with the movement, Michael takes notice of the approach and at first, he readies for another fight before he notices the attire and the lack of self-preservation at this moment.

The man was the Ghostface he has let into his walls, just as another has been allowed to grow close. Tolerable is a word that could be used but it grows far deeper than that if one sees just how much Michael has changed his behavior behind closed doors, from the soft moments to the moments where he'd protect them... They clearly have made a heavy impact on the older man.

Being checked over grants a grunt of his own, especially as he hears the 'motherfucker' being muttered from the fellow killer's lips. Despite the bad turnabout of this event so far, he reluctantly gives way to a nod before taking the time to clip the halligan to the belt at his side.

Of course, there is the manner of fixing the attire but he doubts it will be very salvable as he was dealt a decent amount of damage. More scars for his weathered skin, more stories for the two he cares for to explore. Without a word, he begins to walk towards the quiet rooms, keeping in tow with Danny despite the trail of blood he's leaving with each step.

@insidious-journalist

#answered ask #[MichaelxDannt----ship] insidiousjournalist #masquerade ball event #public event

[frozenrose105]

Whumptober Day 1/Day 21

Prompts: A Little Out of the Ordinary, Famous Last Words

Characters: The Author, Dr. Iplier

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"You're going to help me, Doctor." The Author's words left no room for argument, carrying that dangerous undertone that they so often did. "You're going to cure- whatever the /fuck/ this is."

Doctor Iplier himself was sitting on a chair within the Author's cabin, looking worse for the wear, but still functional- as functional as the Author needed him to be to cure his sudden hemophilia. That said, what he could only assume was strips of his own torn lab coat bound his hands in front of him, and he did his best to stay calm as he spoke to the Author. It wasn't like he hadn't handled the man in his modes before, but he knew there was a real chance he would be killed here if he set him off.

"I told you, I will do my best. ...I would assume that there's been some sort of trauma to your eyes, and I believe an antifibrinolytic agent will help stop the bleeding. I need to do some tests though to confirm, and I can't do that with my hands tied." He would stick to logic. Facts. It was easiest to be unafraid when he was simply treating a patient- and that's what he was doing, everything else aside. "It would also do you well to come to my office and allow me to treat you there. It's much more sterile, and you're losing a lot of blood, Author. This can only get worse the longer we sit here."

"I don't have time, Iplier." The Author's voice was growing more desperate. Manic, as the danger still resided there as well. "My narrations aren't fixing this, I-" He cut himself off to swipe blood from his cheeks and wipe it on his jeans, not seeming to care about the stain it could leave. Doctor Iplier thought it was something the Author must be used to, with everyone he had killed, and he saw irony in the fact that he was used to it as well, for entirely opposing reasons. He didn't get to dwell on the fact however, as the scene around him changed with a whisper from the other man, and abruptly he was standing- freed. "...Fine. Alright. Do your goddamned tests and make no mistake, I can still kill you if you do anything stupid."

Looking around, Dr. Iplier saw the sterile white of his office rather than the dim wooden walls of the cabin. It was disorienting how quickly the Author could move them from one spot to the other, as though they'd teleported. The Author didn't seem phased by it, but now would be the time to run if he intended to do so. The Author was at least partially blinded by the profuse bleeding from his eye sockets, and no doubt getting dizzier from the blood loss. Perhaps his narrations wouldn't work either, if they'd already ceased to cure his condition. ...But when his eyes fell on the other man as he considered this, he didn't see the one who'd kidnapped him. This was a man who would kill him in a moment's notice, but in that moment, the Author looked scared. He certainly wasn't used to sickness or injury, with his narrations healing everything as they did. He needed help, and he didn't know how to ask for it.

Iplier silently cursed at the realization that he had to help this man, for his own sake if not the Author's.

The doctor felt himself moving not towards the door as his instincts screamed at him to, but to the Author, guiding him to the hospital bed despite the way he tensed at the touch. "...Trust me, I'm aware." ...Back into work mode. "Sit." The Author growled, but did as the doctor said, his fingers tapping the bed restlessly.

Iplier ignored him and went about his work, doing his tests and cleaning the mess on the Author's face, eventually administering the appropriate medicine. ...At least, what he thought was the appropriate medicine. The bleeding had no obvious cause. There had been no trauma on or around the Author's eyes...

"Doctor-!" The tone of the Author's voice had Dr. Iplier turning away from the lab results he had been reading, his eyes darting to his patient. Whatever the Author had been about to say was lost to a violent cough as he sat up in the bed, and the doctor set the papers aside to rush over to him. The coughing fit lasted longer than Dr. Iplier was comfortable with, though he did what he could to ensure that the Author was stabilized. "...Is that blood, Doctor?" The question sounded detached, and the Author cleared his throat to get rid of a newfound hoarseness. "I can't- ...I can't see."

Doctor Iplier swore aloud this time upon seeing the Author's hand, which was indeed speckled with blood. It didn't make sense, the medicine should have been slowing the bleeding in his eyes, not causing more issues. Unless coughing up blood was another symptom of whatever the Hell the Author was afflicted with, which would only serve to confuse him more. "...It appears so." He opted not to give more of an answer than that as he stepped away and pulled out his phone, dialing a number quickly. He would need help, that was becoming more and more obvious.

Meanwhile the Author gave a quiet laugh, an incredulous sound not lacking in its usual mania, before he fell quiet. "...This wasn't supposed to happen." Iplier didn't know entirely what that meant, nor did he have time to question it as he spoke rapidly on the phone.

The Author wouldn't be conscious for much longer regardless, and unbeknownst to the doctor, when he woke up he wouldn't be the Author at all.

#whumptober 2022 #no. 1 #a little out of the ordinary #adverse effects #unconventional restraints #this wasnt supposed to happen #fandom #fic #blood #em writes #writing #fanfiction #the author markiplier #dr. iplier #no. 21 #coughing up blood

[xsoteria]

So, you see this girl here? See those scratches on her face? That’s Astra taking hits for another person, because she won’t stand seeing any kind of physical violence on an innocent. As a healer, anyone is deserving of healing, of being taken care of, regardless of what walk of life they come from. She’s the gentlest, kindest muse I have. However, she isn’t a push-over or some stuttering shy girl that can’t stand her ground. She won’t sacrifice her morals and beliefs.

In most of her verses, she has a particular healing skill that she wasn’t supposed to have. But her willpower and desire to help and save whomever she could won over anyway. It wasn’t her fate to have it, and it is quite a weakness if she isn’t careful when using it.

Astra takes injuries from others unto herself. She very literally transfers them to her own body. She is capable of healing normally, but she reserves that for minor, non-threatening injuries. You get stabbed in the stomach or side or a leg and bleeding profusely? That shit’s hers to endure now. It’s how she saved her pet dog, Sirius, when she found it injured by an alleyway.

Does this mean she would take a mortal injury that would kill another person? YES. But only if she’s there when it happens. The faster she can start to work, the higher the chances.

But won’t she die instead? ALSO YES AND SHE DOESN’T CARE. AND IT HURTS AND I AM EMOTIONAL. HELP. ME. SHE’S GOT TOO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE AND IT WILL BE A DETRIMENT TO HER EVENTUALLY.

#––– ❛ astra 【 elpiphoros ⠀ ╱ ⠀ headcanon. 】 #day two of being in my astra feels #especially over this skill of hers #its a nasty one for sure #the injury needs to go somewhere it can't just vanish into thin air #:') #me looking at haurchefant in ffxiv #if she'd had this in that verse when he died oh boy #i'm gonna stop right there no more piling up the feels

[trendywaifus]

Can we see some HC when Aoi, Mitsuri, shinobu, and nezuko see there lover S/O got there arm cut off for Protecting them from a Fatal wound from a demon

spoilers! beware!

— nezuko will react more violent in this instance. seeing someone so dear to her get badly wounded right in front of her will be the fastest way to make her become feral. she will not stop until the demon is erased from existence.

— but even if she ends up killing the demon, nezuko would still be on a rampage since she can’t control her intense rage. so tanjirou will have to be nearby to calm her down or you, if you still have energy left. luckily, when she has calmed down, she won’t waste anytime to come to your aid and would cry and whimper when she sees that your bleeding profusely from your fatal wound.

— when help arrives, she stubbornly sticks by your side until you get to safety. if she’s able to stay in the sun, she’ll watch over you like a hawk. if she can’t, then nezuko will somehow insist to her brother to let her box be in your room so she can be near you.

— honestly, witnessing her expression change from shock to fear then to great anger in less than a second terrified you because you had never seen your lover express anything else outside of her usual smile. in her mind, she’s tied in between snatching you up to get you to a safe place or torturing the demon in the most painful way possible.

— despite shaking with anger, she holds herself back from losing control of her emotions and instead just kills the demon swiftly so she can tend to you. shinobu feels tears pricking her eyes when she tries to stop you from bleeding out. the whole time, she outright demands for you to focus on your breathing while she wraps bandages around your wounds. she bites her lip as the flashback of her sister dying in her arms runs through her mind.

— she refuses to let the kakushi take over and picks you up and flees off to her estate as fast as she can. shinobu doesn’t care if her arms are aching, she needs you alive and her weakness won’t get in the way of it. shinobu makes it her mission to nurse you back to health. hell, she can’t even sleep at night without checking on you.

— mitsuri’s heart shatters when you pushed her out the way from getting gravely injured. she’s bawling her eyes out when she discovers that your missing an arm. she would of forgotten the demon was right in front of her if you hadn’t told her to ignore you and focus on killing the demon. so she did before scrambling back to you, still sobbing.

— she uses her haori as an desperate attempt to stop your bleeding. even you had to calm her down because it didn’t help that her tears were dripping on your face like a running facet. poor baby cradles your head to her chest until help comes which luckily didn’t take too long. though, it had to take three kakushi to pull her away from you. ngl, it would be a funny sight to see!

— mitsuri is stuck to your side like glue when she gets the chance to. she kinda turns into a crybaby whenever sees your missing limb so you constantly have to assure her that you’re really fine with losing an arm for her. mitsuri insists that she feeds you, bathes you—yk generally. .being your. .second hand(ha?). of course she tries not to be on you 24/7 but she WILL help you when she can!

— honestly, out of them, she’s the most helpless. i love aoi but she will be panicking because one, you’re fatally wounded and two, she is not very skilled at fighting at all. but even if you scream for her to just run away, aoi stubbornly refuses to leave you alone with that frightened look on her face. how can she still be like this in a life or death situation?

— so instead, she tries her best to stop the bleeding with her handkerchief and have you in her arms as if to protect you. just as the demon is drawing closer, kanao comes in time and saves the two of you. aoi is relieved that not only is the demon gone but kakushi are now present. she tries to ignore the frustration creeping into her heart. aoi absolutely hates the fact that she was so weak to the point where she couldn’t do anything and you almost died because of it.

— during your recovery, aoi is by your side. but whenever she sees you, a look of dread and frustration is present on her face for a moment before she tears her gaze away. please please reassure this girl and tell her how brave she was to choose to stay by yourself when she didn’t even have to; that speaks for itself.

#nezuko kamado x reader #nezuko x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinonu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #aoi x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimestu no yaiba x reader #kimestu no yaiba imagines

[lexinympho]

Indulgence

[NSFW, MDNI]

Kunigami Rensuke x f!reader

Summary: Rensuke convinces you to let him play the role of a good boyfriend when you're on your period.

WC: 9.3k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff (Rensuke is boyfie goals), a sprinkle of angst, smut (unprotected sex [wrap it before ya tap it] shower sex, vaginal fingering, mentions of male oral receiving, service dom Rensuke I guess), blood (obviously), a crap ton of inner monologuing, possible incorrect usage of semicolons

A/N: First time posting a fic in a while, and first time posting smut ever. So don't expect much😎If you saw this posted 3 times already, you didn't. You saw nothing.

Rensuke never considered himself the type to be into period sex, but there's a first time for everything.

Well, rather than not being the type, it's more like he never felt strongly about the idea, and he always took into consideration how you would feel. He heard one comment from a girl in class a while back and used to think that most women wouldn't be on board with the idea of period sex, reasons ranging from the potential mess or just a dislike for blood in general. He didn't completely understand the stipulation of guys not wanting to do it (especially after hearing certain conversations in the locker room), but he also knew where it stems from. Now that he's older however, he's well aware of the women who desire to have sex when on their period, once again a result of him coincidentally being around to hear the conversation (or someone having little to no TMI about their interests).

Rensuke personally feels he's neutral on the matter: he'll indulge his lover if given the opportunity to do so, but would also refrain from any intercourse during that time of month if denied. He has no problem either way.

It took him until a year after having asked you out to realize that he'd start singing a different tune.

When you were on your period during the early days of dating him, you tended to be a bit distant. Not in the sense that you avoided his mere presence, but you felt like he wouldn't want to be around you when you're...bleeding everywhere (you had to reassure him at first that you weren't trying to discreetly leave him). You soon confessed your worries over bleeding through your clothes near him, the possibility always having you on edge and checking behind yourself. With some reassurance and persuasion, Rensuke was able to extinguish your unspoken disquietude and be as close as possible to you.

Touching you in some ways took a while to happen. Of course you'd let him hug or hold you in certain positions, but anything further required mulling over on your end. He would see you on a few occasions trying to relieve the ache of your breasts and offered to do it himself, but you naturally shot him down the first time he asked. You eventually gave in after some time of him looking like a kicked puppy, and that effectually granted him the chance to rub his warm hands across your abdomen when you have cramps.

Then there's the time you accidentally bled on the sheets a little. He'd grown used to seeing you flustered, but that time you awoke to see the small mess you left behind exceeded his expectations. It was quite the sight watching you pull on the sheets while he's still on them and profusely apologize with each tug. You attempted to put a towel underneath yourself the next time you laid down with him, but he promptly threw it to the side and remarked that he doesn't mind cleaning the sheets for you. He made sure to tack on, It hardly ever happens anyways (which is true), so there's no cause for concern.

You still fervently push him away when it comes to bathing or showering together when on your period, a decision he respects but found a part of himself wishing you didn't come to. To be fair, you only started to feel completely comfortable doing something that intimate with him at the 6 month mark of your relationship, and sex was but a thought until a month afterwards. Now however, Rensuke could feel himself slowly getting restless the more you evade anything further than cuddling, particularly when it's clear as day to him that you're craving more intimacy. When you start to feel needy and initiate a kiss that becomes more heated by the second, Rensuke attempts to grind you over his hard-on, but you'd put a stop to that and give him a blowjob or handjob, maybe intercrural once or twice. You basically leave yourself high and dry while you satisfy him for a week's time.

He never thought this would turn into a problem (?) since it only occurs once a month, and it's not like this has plagued his mind way back when you first went further with him (that didn't start until 3 months ago). He figures it has to do with bottling up his frustrations over the whole ordeal. He felt it inappropriate to tell you something like, "I'm upset we're not sexually active when you're on your period," primarily after you've repeatedly made it apparent you don't want to.

But he's a grown man with desires that aren't being totally satiated, one of those desires being your own pleasure. It certainly doesn't help when he recalls that one time he accidentally heard you in the bathroom tending to yourself as though he were unavailable to help you. Even outside of when you're feeling horny, he heard that sexual activity does have its health benefits when you're on your period, and he's made it his lifelong journey to relieve you of any pain or stress you're going through. Rensuke treasures the moments when you're honest with him and making it known what you are and aren't okay with, but he just as equally treasures the moments when you let him take care of your every need and don't hold back.

He'd rather not seem pushy, but it seems that telling you he "doesn't mind" regularly translates to "I don't really want to, but I'll do it for you" in your brain.

He finally decided on a more direct approach one evening when you both were sat at the couch watching movie, bellies full from the takeout meal you ordered beforehand. You were snuggled up under his left side and unconsciously rubbing your hand over his thigh ever so slightly, internally driving the 6'2" man crazy as his interest in the movie began to dwindle. It didn't help that you were wearing one of his shirts that swallowed your small frame with a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants. That coupled with the focused look you wore on your face gave him an ultimately adorable image of you he could never grow tired of.

He waited a moment to collect his thoughts before asking out of the blue, "Can I shower with you?"

You were intently watching the movie the moment it began, so it took you a few seconds to jump in place at the question and swiftly respond with a question of your own, "W-Why?"

He looked down at you and said, "We've showered together before."

"Not when I'm on my period." You kept yourself facing the TV, not daring to look at Rensuke's face lest you give in too easily, and added, "It's unpleasant."

"I don't mind. Besides, it's not like you can help it."

You took a moment to relish in the feeling of his arm around your shoulders, all the while acutely aware of his thumb rubbing your shoulder in a comforting manner. It tears you up a little everytime you say no to your gentle giant of a boyfriend, but you can't help thinking that he'll be put off at the mere sight of blood. Even though he says it never bothers him any other time, you worry that he'll change his mind when it comes to him actually doing it.

Rensuke seemed to be able to read your mind as he swiftly pulled you from under his arm and placed you on his lap. You yelped at the sudden change of position, the blush you donned at the start of this conversation darkening upon feeling Rensuke's half hard member under you. "Ren-"

"Sorry."

"Eh?" Despite your current bashfulness and urge to avoid his gaze, you kept yours on Rensuke at the sound of his apology and saw the conflicted look he's giving you. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders to steady yourself and asked, "W-What are you apologizing for?"

He pulled you closer by your hips and proceeded to bury his face in your neck as he explained, "For asking so much. I know you'd rather not do anything right now, but I don't like when you walk on eggshells for my sake."

You tried to ignore the pleased feeling that ran through you from his actions and said, "I-I know, but...it's...I dunno. Shouldn't it bother you at least a little? I mean..." You trailed off upon hearing Rensuke mutter something quiet enough for you to not hear over your own voice and inquired in a low voice, "What did you--nh!"

He cut you off with a bite to a sensitive spot on your neck (being sure to lick at it in apology) and spoke up moderately louder with a warm face, "...I want to." I might've overestimated myself for assuming I could say that smoothly. He clears his throat and presses on though, "It won't bother me, I think I made that clear with how many times I've said so. If anything, I'm bothered you think I'll be averse to your body over blood of all things."

"..."

At your lack of response, he was ready to give up for the night and tell you to drop it for another time before he felt you lightly tug at his hair, forcing him to look up and be met with your lips eagerly meeting his. He didn't take long to reciprocate, pressing you closer but being sure not to put pressure on your tender mounds, and reacting accordingly to your tongue prodding at his lips. This increased appetency of yours would've caught him off guard before, but he'd long since grown used to how easily you get turned on before and during your period.

You parted from his mouth with a pop and watched as a string of saliva kept you and him connected. He watched as you blinked to attention to clear your mind and say in a small voice, "Sorry. For making you repeat yourself so much."

It's a bit tough keeping his head on right after that kiss, but he responds, "It's fine. I feel better when you aren't just going along with my every wish and actually feel up to it instead after thinking it through." He then flicked your forehead in a lighthearted manner and said, "Though I don't like when you start thinking too hard and get the idea that I don't know what I'm signing up for."

You pouted at his words, but fixed your face and accepted the truth to them. You feel silly, but you're compelled to still ask to be sure, "You...really don't mind?"

"Really."

"...Really really?"

"Really really." That assured answer coupled with the soft peck he landed on your forehead was enough to crack down on your walls of insecurity. Funny how you were being so stubborn for the longest and yet Rensuke managed to get you to break. You couldn't find it in yourself to be at all upset though upon seeing the tenderness in his auburn eyes you'd become so familiar with. A part of yourself was getting frustrated with your reluctance anyway, so that could very well be another reason for your compliance.

"...N'kay..."

"It's beneficial for you anyways since it increases bloodflow and-"

"Really?" You cut him off with a pout that fails to hide the smile underneath.

"What? Showers do that."

"I know that's not what meant you pervert." Most people would never guess he's like this with how respectful he behaves.

He snickered and responded affectionately, "It's fine if we don't do anything, but you are in the mood, and don't think I forgot those cramps you complained about at the start of the movie." He'd be lying if he said he was totally fine with doing nothing, his hard-on poking through his shorts can attest to that. But he'll gladly go along with whatever you want. The fact that you agreed to the idea of a shower in the first place is a big enough win in his book.

You looked around with a hum to mull over your choices, only to shortly come to a decision with how your hormones are basically screaming at you to do something about the heat between your legs.

"...Fine."

Though it took him a second to piece together what you said 'fine' to, Rensuke showed his elation over your agreement in the form of 3 quick pecks to your lips.

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For the both of you, the process of making it to the shower is a bit of a blur, but you vividly remember Rensuke asking if he should look away while you get undressed. It felt kind of embarrassing being asked that, but you were thankful; you weren't trying to show him the literal crime scene that took place on your pad. You were skittish trying to figure out which way you wanted to face, and Rensuke watched your little dance show as he stepped in with you. Cute. His intention is to let you set the pace or change your mind about letting him touch you down there if it isn't okay, but watching your thighs squeeze together upon seeing his stiff cock has him wanting to take over. That was enough right there, but no sooner did he catch a dribble of blood dripping down your thigh when you began washing yourself.

You're killing me. He spent a fair amount of time washing himself as a form of distraction, with the occasional moment of looking at you cleanse yourself, until you asked if he needed help getting to his back. He said yes faster than he could ever kick a ball 20 meters across the field, and silently thanked you for not calling out his avidity (even if it is with reason).

Rensuke more or less zoned out during the procedure to relish in your small hands running across every inch of his skin, hyperaware of the kiss you gave to his right scapula after having finished. He didn't let you even consider asking for his help when he immediately turned you around and started returning the favor. He may or may not have slid his hands across the sides of your breasts at one point (a massage, he reasoned).

The silent atmosphere you both unintentionally cascaded the bathroom in was broken when Rensuke spoke up, "(Y/N)."

You gave a hum in question, throuougly relaxed from his ministrations and the warmth of the water, but your breath hitched as you felt his hands began to roam a bit lower. He let go of your figure a moment later to turn the water off, to your displeasure, but your line of sight was then directed to him pointing towards the bath stool in the corner of the shower.

"Could you..." He started to say, but glanced away as a bit of timidity seeped in when he glanced away. He feels like his mind regressed back to the first clumsily time you two had sex. It's not as though he feels awkward, not by a long shot, but there's that familiar sense of his nerves getting to him out of excitement.

His current state gave you enough confidence to make your way to the stool and sit down, already having a vague idea of what he wanted, though you registered upon sitting that the hardest part was spreading your legs for him to see the view you'd been hiding from him for the longest. You know he asked for this and you agreed to it. And you'd seriously be lying on yourself if you said this didn't excite you (because it really does). But you linger on the concern that you'll get so caught up in your delirium that you'll become none the wiser of his unease and he'll just force himself to deal with-

Rensuke moved forward to kneel in front of you before you started to clam up on him, placing his hands on your knees and wordlessly commanded 'Relax' through the look he was giving you.

It's something how this man can placate your heart and simultaneously make it beat 100 times a minute. You fumbled with your hands as you wondered what to do with them, opting to settle one on the stool while the other stayed covering the lower half of your burning face.

He took that as a go ahead and coaxed you into opening your legs for him, you sliding down a bit to give him a better view. He didn't bother hiding the shudder that ran throughout his body when he finally saw your pussy. Sure, he's seen it a good number of times by now, but the bit of redness he sees around your entrance is really doing something to him. "Pretty..." he muttered under his breath before pulling your puffy lips apart with his thumbs, shamelessly groaning as your clit twitches and a drop of blood pushes it's way out of you.

Is it bad that I'm finding all of this hot?

If so, he couldn't care less. He's used to seeing blood whenever he or someone else got hurt playing soccer, but he figures the biggest difference between that and what he's experiencing right now is that it's you in all your arousal.

All for me.

He already knows he's too far gone to take his time like he initially wanted to. He was already worked up before coming into the shower, so it's no surprise that his restraint is considerably low.

"Ren..." You whined from above, blinking your glossy eyes and getting fidgety from the concentrated look he's directing towards your womanhood.

"Shh, just let me take care of you, pretty girl." He didn't waste any more time and gently ran a thumb over your clit, biting his bottom lip at the positive jolt your thighs gave, and began rubbing slow circles over the bud. He still had your lips spread, so he got a perfect look at your tainted slick flowing out like a stream in response to the stimulation you so desperately craved. He caught himself staring for a little long and forced himself to look away from your cunt to take in the blissed out state you've fallen into. Your body was fairly tense at the start of this, but now your hips buck uncontrollably while your face depicts the pure ecstasy you're currently experiencing. He could see you'd been biting your lips, so they looked kind of puffy when you opened your mouth to whisper out, "M-More..."

His thumb unintentionally began moving faster at the observations he just made and he almost slowed back down until you reacted strongly to the pick up in speed and cried out, "Th-Thank you~"

"I should be thanking you." He said with a breathy groan. He felt his pulse pick up at the thought of you trusting him enough to do this for you. Heck, this whole situation has his heart doing somersaults, and he's not 100% sure if he's feeling water or precum drip from his dick right now. He can deal with that later though. Right now, he needs to see you fall apart for him, which he knows won't take too long given your body language and nonstop whimpering.

He applied more pressure on your clit and hastened his circular gesturing on the swollen point of pleasure as he let his mouth run, "Is this good? C'mon, baby girl, tell me." It's a pointless question when you're leaking this much, but he likes hearing you say it.

He memorized how many changes your expression went through to formulate a response, "Good, i-it's so good! 'm gonna cum-"

"Oh yeah? Be a good girl and cum for me." He requested in one breath.

Your orgasm finally hit you in waves and gains strength with each movement of Rensuke's thumb, seeking to drag your pleasure out. He shook his mop of orange hair to snap himself out of his mind when your knees began quivering, removing his thumb so as to not drag your pleasure into a territory of pain. The soiled nectar that trickled out of your convulsing opening has him gritting his teeth and running his hands along your thighs to ground himself. Keep it together.

His pep talk was cut unbelievably short when you moaned out his name. He watched your worn yet peppy expression as you asked in a low voice, "Can you...um..." You paused to collect your words and gathered enough courage to finish the question, "Y-Your fingers. Can you...put them in?" You clenched your eyes shut in embarrassment, squeezing out the small amount of tears that gathered at your waterline from the orgasm. With the way your shoulders curl in on you, you seemed as though you were preparing yourself to hear Rensuke say no. When has he ever?

With an exhale (and a silent 'thank you' to the deities above), he started dragging his index finger around your entrance and said in a raspy yet taunting voice, "You want me inside pretty girl? Your pussy look like it's practically begging to be filled."

You let out something akin to a sob as you whined, "Please, I need you!" You couldn't bring yourself to be concerned about getting blood on him, your need to feel something inside is your main priority.

He's wholeheartedly whipped for your begging, a fact he rarely speaks of out loud but most certainly makes known thanks to the adoration in his eyes. Well, that, and him saying, "Good girl."

The sweet spoken praise sent a wave of heat straight to your core and elicited a whine from you.

He finally pushed his finger in and nearly lost it with how little resistance he was met with, the mixture of blood and juices providing him with a more than adequate amount of lube for how tight you are. Then there's your insides, God help him, you feel hotter than usual. He can just imagine how this would feel on his dick.

Well, he thought to himself, that's if she'll ever let me go that far. His mind went off the rails at the mere thought of that one as he maneuvered his finger to slowly work you up.

After a few hardly contained moans and a sultry "Mm, so good..." fell from your lips, he saw you moving your hips the slightest bit closer. "Ren~" You needn't say or do more to get your message across, though a part of Rensuke wanted you to beg more. He slipped in a second finger and moaned with you the deeper he went, biting his lip as his fingers mingled with the mess inside of you for a minute.

Speaking of going too far, he wouldn't tell you this (at least not for a while), but there are certain scents you always give off when you're on your period. It's weird to explain, let alone understand, but he now knows where one of those scents come from: the very oasis that resides between your legs. He can feel himself getting a high from it just from inhaling as he moves both fingers in and out of you, his mouth watering at everything your walls leave behind on his fingers.

I wonder how it would taste-

He pushed the thought aside for now, feeling that may be a bit much this soon and should be discussed another time. He feels bad for getting so into this when you're the one he's supposed to be focused on. But at the same time, the sounds your pretty little cunt makes are way too good, and he can tell you're getting close from how you're dripping all over his hand and the stool beneath you.

He's glad this is just as enjoyable for you as it is for him.

You could faintly hear Rensuke's groaning over your own noises and the fuzziness that threatened to make your mind go blank, but you saw stars when he added a third finger and curled up to hit a sweet spot. "Oh God, oh-" You grabbed at his shoulders for purchase while you lose your mind at the immense pleasure he's giving you is, and you can hear (and feel) the sloppy noises your pussy is making. The combined feeling of him working his magic on your insides and outside causes your back to arch a bit as a few tears ran down the apples of your cheeks. "HN, R-Ren, I-I'm cumming again--OH!"

"Let it out doll face. Cum for me, shit, y'look so pretty." Your legs threatened to close, but were held open by Rensuke as your mouth forms an 'o' while pleasure washes over you for a second time. Your hips repeatedly jolt in place when he continued to pump his fingers in you and flick your abused bud, dragging your orgasm out longer. He only stopped his assault on your clit when you weakly attempted to push his hand away from it in your daze, but still selfishly kept his appendages mobile to massage your velvet walls.

He watched you eventually come back to Earth to catch your breath, cooing at your shiver when he pulled his fingers out and essentially unplugged your pussy. It usually doesn't feel great when everything comes rushing out like this, but somehow knowing that Rensuke caused it to happen made you fall in love with the sensation.

You wiped the tears from your face while Rensuke got up to detach the shower head to rinse you off. Before he could do so, your eyes landed on his dick, which looked excruciatingly hard (and enticing) with how his veins appeared more prominent than normal and the how flushed the shaft looks the further your eyes travel upwards. Your eyes then widened at the sight of his balls, appearing heavy from how much cum has built up in them just from him fingering you. You lightly grabbed his hips before he moved too far away from you, paying no mind to the slick mess underneath you, and said, "I need to take care of you, baby."

Rensuke felt his dick jump from the warmth of your hands and responded, "Well, I figured you might want to get cleaned up a little. It's not like it's bothering me, but it I thought might not feel comfortable..." He paused his rambling at the ravenous look you sent him and couldn't help pull your leg a little more by asking, "Are you tired? We can stop if you'd like-"

You squeezed where your hands lay upon him and interrupted in mild frustration, "Ren! I'm fine, really. I just...I wanna...", but fell silent as apprehension took over to stop you from openly requesting something as dirty as what you have in mind. He waited to see if you'd eventually finish what you wanted to say, but was instead lead by you to sit on the shower floor as you stood over him. Before he could question you, you squated and placed yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you ever so slightly grazed your clit across his shaft. You sighed at the feeling and peered up from under your lashes to silently plea for his permission to do this.

You still manage to get bashful on me after what we just did, huh?

You can get on him later for intentionally walking away like that to mess with you (he knew very well you're still hungry for more), but it does make him feel good knowing you want to rely on him. He begins running his hands up and down your back as he asks, "What do you need pretty girl?" He leaned closer to your ear to nick your lobe and ask in a deeper tone, "You need me to stuff you with my fingers again? Or do you need something else? I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"Mm...baby..." Your hips jolted at his words, but you tried to get your words across by pressing your pussy on his shaft and moving the slightest bit back and forth. "Can you...um..."

"Hm? You want me to run that wet pussy of yours across my cock? You wanna do that baby, make me feel good?" Kissing a trail from your collarbone and landing on your lips, only to pull back before you could really get into it, and saying, "I need you to tell me what you want or I won't be able to help."

You whined in frustration from his teasing and pull his head down towards yours, getting the kiss he denied you of seconds ago. His hands found their favorite spot on your ass and squeezed as he let out a needy grunt that got muffled between your locked lips.

You parted for air with speckles of tears in your eyes and finally spoke up in a small voice, "I need...you. Inside."

"Shit, doll. You sure?" He's a minute away from shoving himself in.

"I'm positive, please, j-just put it in already, I need your cock!" You grabbed it and lined it up with your sopping entrance, sighing with relief as you slowly push his swollen cockhead in. Despite soaking him in your essence as you go down, it's a challenge trying to take his entire shaft. Not only is it tough because of its obscene length, but it's girth makes it difficult to slide in with ease, too. You don't think you'll ever in your life be able to take him without feeling stretched and filled to the brim, but you'd have to be stupid to ever complain about it.

Rensuke's mouth hangs partially open as he groans extraneously and tries to control himself from cumming on the spot. Not only is he so pent up right now that the slightest thing could probably make him burst, but he's also undergoing something he'd only imagined ever happening to him. He hissed a little when he felt your pussy getting impossibly tighter around him, opening his eyes (When did I close them?) to see you cumming a third time when you slid down his entire length. You appeared just as flabbergasted as him, shoving your face into his chest and clinging to him to control your writhing body.

"Nn-" His soul nearly left his body when he felt your teeth sink into his collarbone, greatly adding to the euphoria flooding his body. His hands (still on your ass) squeezed tightly as he took breaths to keep his orgasm at bay and he savored the way your walls fluttered from his actions. Doing that made his dick press deeper into you and he knew he was all the way in when his tip kissed your cervix. He caught the small wince you tried to play off when that happened and reminded himself not to fuck you too hard.

"Rensuke~" You dragged his name out upon feeling him roll his hips a little, a few tears dropping from your lashes from the stimulation. Suddenly, your vision tilted and you found yourself on your back, blinking and looking up to see the stunning sight of him looming over you while his well-toned arms hold himself up. A chill ran through you from the coldness of the shower floor, but it soon felt heavenly from how feverish you body is. Your mind pushed the thought aside when you choked on air from the effervescent thrusts he started giving you, becoming vaguely aware that despite the strength, he's being careful not to go at it as hard as usual and softens the blow each time he reaches a certain depth.

This should leave you craving more to the point that you'd tell him a little pain might be worth it, but the small action strangely piled on to the pleasure. You felt tears of gratitude mix in with the tears of pleasure that made a home on your cheeks minutes ago.

Must be the hormones. You thought as you involuntarily let out a mewl from being split open by his cock.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and clawed at his back as you whimpered, "So big....'m so sensitive--mmph--don't stop, please!" You felt yourself getting closer to the peak of another orgasm, feeling like you're underwater but on fire at the same time.

"I wouldn't dream of it! S-Shit, you're so tight. It's not hurting, is it?" He managed to ask in the midst of his heavy breathing.

"I-It doesn't hur--OH!" You didn't think you could be hit with such rapture this far in, but Rensuke has a habit of proving you wrong, that fact holding true when he pulled you with him into a mating press, curling his dick up to hit a spongy spot with precision as his balls slap your ass. Your brain was reduced to a pile of mush, rendering you unable to utter any words as you babbled incomprehensibly and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. The sensation of his thick veins dragging back and forth against your rigid walls had you literally quaking underneath him.

Rensuke is in no better shape as he fills your ears with desperate sounds he doesn't have the energy to hold in, slipping in sweet nothings you can only partially make out through your muddled mind. The one hand he moved to your thigh without notice squeezed with enough vigor that is sure to leave a mark tomorrow; he'll most definitely litter the area with kisses later. The arm he's using to hold himself up shakes with each squelch that echoes throughout the bathroom. It's downright torturous how your tits jiggle right in front of him, but he's doing everything in his power not to touch the tender mounds and accidentally get too rough. He doesn't think he has any self control left in him to make an attempt.

"F-Fuck, it's like your pussy was made for me! Tell me I'm fucking you good pretty girl! 'm making you feel good, right?"

He almost feels ashamed for how vocal he's being, but his words gave him the desired result of you wailing out, "You're f-fuckin' me so good, I feel s-so full-" You wanted to say more, but your sobs put an end to that sentence when Rensuke began playing with your clit again. It felt neglected at for a bit, but you didn't call attention to it because you knew it'd feel as overwhelming as it does right now.

"N-No, stop, Ren!" You flailed around and whined with a hiccup, "T-Too much! Too much!!"

"Oh fuck, I-I know you can give me one more, baby! You can take it."

A shake of your head with you pathetically saying, "Nnnh, I can't, p-please!" had him stop moving altogether at your pleading, making your brain confusedly teeter between relief and distress.

Rensuke dropped his voice to a lower octave, steadying your head so he can meet your eyes, and said insistently, "You can cum one more time for me, I just wanna make you feel good. You're my good girl, right?"

Your body impulsively betrayed you with a visceral reaction to his words, and you knew he felt your pussy quiver around him from how his eyes darkened with lust, leading you to defeatingly nod. His unresponsiveness made you keen as you realized he's forcing you to look at him until you answer verbally. You blinked to gain some alertness, swallowing and answering clearly, "I...am. Please-"

"You're what?" He didn't bother hiding his pleased smirk.

"I'm your good girl! Please, Ren-" You cut yourself off and impatiently moved your hips to get Rensuke to continue after working you up so much.

With a kiss to your nose and a, "That's my girl~" that sent shivers down your spine, he went back to playing with the small bundle of nerves in tandem with his thrusting. Much like before, you're losing your sense of awareness as pleasure shrouds you.

In your stupefied state, you didn't get the chance to tell Rensuke you were cumming again before a spring snapped without warning and caused an orgasm stronger than the last three. "W-Wai--NH--feels weird!" You felt a sensation similar to peeing and realized too late that you're squirting all over Rensuke's lower half. The only things that slipped through your lips were broken moans and a garbled but heard, "I'm s-sorryyy!" You would've covered your face in shame had your hands not been preoccupied with scratching the hell out of his shoulders or pulling at his undercut. You swear you can see hearts in his eyes as he stares down at where you're connected to see the dirty mess you drenched him in.

The arm Rensuke used to hold himself up finally gave out as he moaned out with a lovestruck smile, "Ah, s-shit, you squirted all over me! God you're beautiful, I'm almost there--mmph--hold on-"

He hides his face in your neck and presses wet kisses everywhere, being sure to leave a hickey at every other spot he crosses over. He continued ramming into you with more intensity than earlier, still keeping his brawn in check, and grunting out comforting words to soothe you through the overstimulation as he chases his own high. "So fucking *tight*, doll! So wet jus' for me, I love you!"

You involuntarily arched your back and a slight cramp made itself present, but you could hardly sense that right now. Your last orgasm barely finished washing over you, so your nerves are especially receptive to Rensuke's every move that leaves your skin buzzing. "Ren, fuuuuck, love you, sho good ta me--hngh!!" Your wrecked voice combined with your slurring of words in your drunken state made it impossible for you to speak coherently.

Rensuke's hips stuttered at your consistent clenching around him and he spoke in a rushed breath, "Wait, I-I gotta-"

You didn't let the guy finish before you answered in a similar manner, "I-Inside, love! Fill me up!"

Huh? His brain went into static upon registering your response. He always either uses a condom or pulls out when he neglects to put one on, but you giving him permission to give you everything he has to offer pushed him over the edge. His pelvis developed a mind of its own and decided to give an unnecessarily hard thrust to your sensitive insides. He let out a strained grunt and said, "Fuck, sorry-" at the sight of you flinching from his action just now. He caught your lips in a sloppy yet apologetic kiss, at the same time stifling the noises both of your voices fought to let out.

Once your trembling legs finally slackened their hold on his waist, he placed them further down in a more relaxed position around his hips and moved one of his hands to your abdomen. He felt a commonplace bulge where the head of his dick resides, not missing the occasional jolt it gives as it shoots streaks of cum in you. His balls feel infinitely lighter from finally releasing the load he'd been holding in for your past four orgasms.

"Hah..." Rensuke regrettably had to part from your mouth with a pant when he began to feel lightheaded, and he knew you needed a break much more than he does judging from the laboured breaths you're letting out.

He opened his glazed over eyes and glanced down, transfixing on the mixture of yours and his pink tinted cum as some of it pooled onto the floor, but he directed his eyes back to you when he noticed you moving. You gingerly brought a shaky hand down upon his and keened at the feeling of his hot cum swarming your insides. "...So warm..." You whispered with a fucked out smile. Your face is flushed with a sheen of sweat and tears, making you look all around messy yet glowingly beautiful.

...Well, shit. He felt his dick try to jumpstart itself for another round, but the sleepy look in your eyes made him think against the tantalizing idea. Pulling out of you and purposefully not looking down (he's trying not to go back on his word here), he playfully pinched your thigh and said resolutely, "Let's get up already. I think we've been in here long enough, princess." His body (and likely yours as well) doesn't feel like moving just yet, but a bathroom is a less than ideal place to fall asleep at. Getting you to stand and keeping you upright is a chore, which he knows is mostly his fault with how your legs still tremor from the aftershocks of your previous orgasms.

An 'I'm sorry' was on the tip of his tongue for tiring you out like this and possibly going too hard at some points (he commends himself for not throwing your legs over his shoulders despite the compulsion to do so being at the forefront of his mind). He held in the expression of regret however when you fondly nuzzled your head into his chest, deciding to alternatively say while turning the water on, "You're wobbling a bit."

You heard the concern that weaved it's way into his voice despite how nonchalant Rensuke tried to sound and answered with a fatigued yet resounding, "Don' worry, 'm okay. Jus' sleepy." Your eyelids felt heavy when you looked up to him, but you forced your eyes to stay open when you saw him looking at you worriedly. You gave him a reassuring mien and spoke clearer than a second ago, "Really, I'm fine, Rensuke. Y'know how quickly I get drowsy when I'm on my period."

"Well yeah but I'd assume you're tired from what we just did, too."

"...'f course...my legs feel like jelly. 's been a while since you made me cum that many times."

His chest swelled with pride at that, but he still feels the slightest bit bad for wearing you out when you aren't feeling your best to begin with. He grabbed a soap bottle and asks (though it sounds more like a statement), "Guess I should make this quick then, huh?"

"Mhm." You went back to nestling into his chest and shortly added, "I jus' wanna lay down with you..."

He automatically smiled over the shared sentiment and got to work, staying true to his word and giving both you and him a swift but thorough cleansing in record time. There was a bit of difficulty reaching some areas with how you absolutely refused to detach yourself from him, but he made it work so as to not disturb you.

Your dozy state had you dead to what's happening around you, until it was broken by a sudden gasp jumping out of you in response to a cold chill on your bottom.

"Sorry," he said with a laugh as he released his grip on you, "I had to sit you somewhere since your legs stopped working on me."

"Ah." You blinked slowly and realized he placed you on the counter.

"Sit tight for me." He said with a peck to both of your cheeks before walking out, presumably to get towels.

At least that's what you though until you stretched and felt the pile behind you, remembering that he'd sat towels out on the counter before the shower. ...No wait, you thought with a yawn, we have towels in here- You got the answer to your unspoken inquiry in no time when he came walking back with clothes and placed them beside you. You sensed an innocent blush making it's presence known on your cheeks, but made no move to hide it. Rensuke knows very well how his acts of service make your heart skip a beat.

You regained some mental clarity and became cognizant of your lack of coverage, consciously moving your arms over your chest. Rensuke had to chortle a little at your sheepish demeanor and spoke as he grabbed a towel for himself, "You act like didn't just fuck."

"Well! Y'know I..." Your attempt to answer drew your eyes to his figure.

Oh...

Your once innocent blush took a sinful turn when you looked down by chance and spotted the same dick that brought you to tears minutes ago. Seeing it erect is always a sight to behold, but it's flaccid state is just as alluring and serves as a reminder of how hung he is. You're still on the brink of lassitude, but the thought of working his soft member back to hardeness has your stomach doing flips.

"Careful, I might throw you on the bed if you keep staring so hard." Rensuke spoke in jest as he wrapped a towel around his waist, but the titillation that drenched his words made it known that he'd be willing to turn his joke into reality.

You pursed your lips from being caught staring, a sliver of taunt shining through the shyness you had just a minute ago, and say, "It's only fair with how much you stared at me earlier."

"Touche." After nabbing a towel from behind you and wrapping you in all its fluffiness, he added, "But can you blame me for liking what I see?"

You promptly flung a towel over his head and said with a smirk, "Y'know, for how much you went on earlier about giving me a break, you sure are talking like you're trying to get me in the mood again."

He gave a knowing smile in return and asked as he lifted the towel from his visage, "Is it working?"

"Almost. But I'm still sleepy." You emphazised your point with another yawn as you pulled your towel closer to your body for warmth.

"So no." He said before running the towel over his drenched hair.

You simply rolled your eyes and let out a chuckle at the playful banter he just initiated. You said as you began toweling yourself off, "I'm not surprised you aren't all that tired."

It wasn't obvious, but Rensuke knows you're referring to him only finishing once in comparison to his usual pattern of going at it until he's physically spent. "Well," he started as he pulled the damp towel from his now dry head, "today was about you-"

"I beg to differ-"

"and I think I got my fill for today." He's being honest when he says that. He in essence edged himself while he savoured your body, in turn making his orgasm hit harder in the end (most notably when you begged for him to not pull out). Not only that, he's still in a post-orgasmic haze and gets a fuzzy feeling looking at the speckles of hickeys he decorated your neck with. The way you pull your towel back over your frame and avert your eyes tells him he's been longingly gazing at you a little longer than intended. He dropped his towel from his waist and said as he slipped a pair of boxers on, "I'm satisfied."

"Is that so?" You absentmindedly asked as you slid off of the counter, being sure to land on the mat to avoid delivering a shock of frost to your feet.

He took a step forward and pulled you closer to himself, bending down to plant a kiss on your lips, and responding with a soft smile, "Yeah." He admired the sparkle in your eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of your (almost) bare body pressed up against his, but the tender moment was shortlived when he snatched your towel from your figure without warning, pulling a gasp out of you in the process.

"Ren!" Your arms immediately flew back to your chest.

"What?" He mixed in a breathy laugh while handing you his shirt, watching as you swiftly pulled the garment over your head while he turns and picks up his sweatpants.

"Haven't you seen enough of me for one night?" You asked with a huff as you eyed him putting on his last article of clothing.

"Do you ever feel like you've seen enough of me?" He asked in response when he felt your eyes roaming his backside.

Your lack of an answer said it all.

The rest of your time spent in the bathroom consisted of you two getting prepared for bed as the room was filled mindless rants and talks of the unfinished movie from before. The main highlight was the back and forth flirting between the two of you, Rensuke more often than not being the one to initiate it. Moments like these baffle you because Rensuke's told you you're the first person he's ever dated, and he's your first. But his current behavior tells a different story and leaves you wondering how someone as inexperienced as he claims to be still manages to seem more well-versed with dating than you. Even aside from knowing the in's and out's of a relationship, he's more gifted than you when it comes to reading minds, picking up signals, and trusting your judgement.

Something you still have trouble doing for him.

That exact scenario is what happened tonight: You didn't want to read too deeply into his expressed desires, fearing there'd be a change of heart on his end when you gave in. You know he was growing tired of your constant skepticism and evasion, and it's a true wonder how he dealt with you-

"Ah!" An unanticipated pinch to your butt halted your thoughts, forcing you to turn in bed and see Rensuke looking at you in displeasure. You already know what the issue is, but you still narrow your eyes and ask as you rub the attacked cheek through your shorts, "What?"

"I could hear your brain from here, what's up?" He asks while pulling you closer to him by your waist.

You consider unloading all of your thoughts upon him, telling him how blessed you are to have a boyfriend like him, and how you wish you could be better for him. The temptation to spew out every word clogged in your chest is strong, but...you figure those words can be saved for when neither of you are on the verge of slumber. And when you're actually ready to tackle these thoughts.

"Nothing really." You snuggled up to his bare chest and moved a hand over him to pinch his butt in retaliation.

He jolted at the hint of pain, but didn't fight it since he deserved it. He laid a warm hand on the small of your back, his other shoved under your pillow, and tentatively asked once more, "Are you sure?"

"Mhm." You finally allowed your eyes to close and tangled your legs with his as you added, "Just...thank you." You're too good for me.

He predictably discerned to the best of his abilities what exactly you were thanking him for, arriving to multiple conclusions in his head, but he yawned as he plainly and softly said, "You're welcome. And good night."

"G'night. Love you."

"Love you too." He sealed his declaration with one last kiss to the top of your head.

With the warmth of his words and arms surrounding you, you give in to the pull of a good sleep, lulled by the sound of Rensuke's deep breaths and soothing heartbeat as he follows suit.

"...Can we take a bath next time-"

"Go to sleep already."

A/N: It strangely got personal towards the end there lol. Anyways, if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you thought about this if you'd like⭐It felt kinda basic picking a shower as the destination, but that is a common place to do the deed during that time of month-

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Cold hearted Love Part 2

A/N: This is part 2 to Cold Hearted Love, I hope you all enjoy it. Requested by: Anonymous Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of sex, swearing, Blood & Gore Word Count: 2719 Also slightly OOC Chishiya

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It's impossible to predict how much a bullet will hurt until it hits you. You can watch as many movies as you want, and witness people being shot and dying. But you have no idea how bad it hurts until that bullet collides with your skin and more blood than you thought you had starts pouring out of you. When Y/N felt the bullet strike her body, she assumed that death would be the next step, that the pain and blood would inevitably transport her from this world to the next. She couldn't say she blamed anyone for leaving her to die. She would leave too if one of her teammates had been shot, staying behind could get you killed. And no one here wanted to die, they all wanted to return to the real world, to their families. If one of her teammates was shot, she would leave as well; staying behind could result in death. And no one here wanted to die; they all wanted to get back to their families and the real world. That opportunity would never come to Y/N. The game was held at the Tokyo Sky Tree, which is located quite far from the Beach. They'd driven there a few hours before, and y/n knew that even if the gunshot wound didn't kill her, she'd die before she got halfway back to the Beach on foot. The game was a scavenger hunt in which each player had to find five objects in twenty minutes. There were no other dangers besides a laser to the head if you failed to find all five objects. Y/N had been doing well, having found 4 out of five objects when she bumped into a very stressed Niragi, he had only found 3 items and the game had only 10 minutes remaining.

He had demanded y/n give him her objects so he could get out and when she refused, he shot her, taking two objects from her completing his collection and clearing the game. Now you may be wondering how y/n had lived after the timer went off, in her adrenaline filed state y/n had managed to find the number of objects she needed to clear the game, with only thirty seconds remaining. She had finished the game and was now lying on the floor, unsure why she had continued. It was pointless; she'd been shot and was bleeding profusely. But the prospect of being killed by one of those lasers terrified her more than the prospect of dying slowly and painfully. Maybe she was hoping to make it back, that if she cleared the game, she'd be able to drive back with the others and be treated by Ann. But by the time she got to the bottom floor, everyone had already left. Y/N was doomed from the start. She'd never see her friends again, and she'd never get the chance to return home and see her family. In this fucked up world, she would perish. She heard hurried footsteps approaching her, perhaps a guardian to take her into the next life, as her vision began to blur and her mind fell silent. If that's the case, why was her Guardian dressed like Chishiya? It had the same white hair and dark eyes as he did, and spoke in the same manner. The Guardian Chishiya lookalike was crying, and its mouth was overflowing with jumbled words. Only a few weeks ago, a mouth y/n had been addicted to.

“Chishiya…” she mumbled, reaching toward the look-a- likes face, a bloodied sob escaping her chest. The guardian began to speak, using Chishiya’s voice, but y/n couldn’t quiet pick up on what it was saying. But before her mind shut off and her vision blackened, she hears him say:

“Y/N…I’m sorry”

To say Chishiya had gone insane was an understatement. He had been running around for the past 30 minutes gathering medical supplies and shoving the into a bag. He had stolen keys to one of the Cars that belonged to the Beach and had dragged Kuina from her spot at the bar to be his driving buddy to make sure he didn’t crash on the way due to his erratic behaviour.

“Chishiya she’s dead.” Kuina said, as she watched Chishiya pack his things into the back of the car. “There is no point on going after her.” She argued, crossing her arms to protect herself from the cold night air. A bikini wasn’t the best bit of clothing to keep you warm.

“For someone who claims to be her friend, you sure don’t seem to give a shit.” Chishiya scoffed checking his bag for what seemed like the hundredth time, making sure he had everything. Bandages, alcohol, needles…

“That’s rich, coming from you.” Kuina laughed. “You don’t care about her.”

“I do-“

“You don’t, you don’t think she told me everything?” Kuina asked. “The lack of sex or any kind of physical affection, oh and the notebook” That fucking notebook was going to be the death of him. Of, course y/n had told Kuina everything, the two were practically joined at the hip. She wasn’t going to believe him if he told her that he loved y/n, that he had stopped showing her affection when his heart would race every time, he was near her, when the only way he could sleep at night is if she was there. And she certainly wasn’t going to believe him if he told her that the moment, he realised his feelings that every single one of the plans in the notebook involving y/n had become redundant.

“I’m not going to waste my time explain myself to you, but I have to find her because if she is by some fucked up miracle alive…I have to save her.” He sighed. “It’s for my own selfish reasons, I need to apologise, I can’t let her die without her knowing how I really feel…”

“If she is alive, do you really want to hurt her like that?” Kuina asked. “By telling her you love her, after everything that you’ve put her through? It’s just going to confuse her.”

“I know, but I have to try.” Chishiya replied, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Are you coming with me or not?” he asked Kuina. She nodded, getting into the passenger seat, doing up her seatbelt.

“Do you even know where her game was?” she asked. Chishiya looked over at her with a look that said, ‘I’m not stupid’. The first thing he had done was demand the other players in her game to tell him where the game had been located.  They had told him where it was, what the rules where, and what would happen if you didn’t complete the game. The chances of her survival where low, but when someone had mentioned hearing a gunshot his interest peeked.

“Last I checked she was with Niragi, then I heard gunfire…” They had said, that was particularly interesting. Chishiya had no doubt that Niragi had done something to her, to benefit himself and win the game. And it disgusted him how his ways of thinking were not so different to those of the trigger-happy militant.

It took them about half an hour to get to the Tokyo Sky Tree. Chishiya saw no need to follow the speed limit as it had become redundant the instant everyone disappeared. So, it didn’t take as long to get around the city. Once they had arrived Chishiya told Kuina to wait in the car, not wanting her to see her best friend most likely dead. He grabbed the bag of medical supplies and ran inside, screaming y/n’s name. When he saw her laying there, in the middle of the lobby he froze. There was blood everywhere and she didn’t look to be breathing. Snapping himself out of his frozen state he rushed over to her, falling to his knees by her side. Analysing her for injuries he saw the gunshot wound in her shoulder bleeding profusely. Checking her for a pulse, he found one and although light that meant that she was alive. There was hope.

“Y/N can you hear me?” he asked, softly tapping the side of her face, her eyes fluttered slightly, and he swore he could see the hint of a smile pulling at her pale chapped lips. Slowly he flipped her to her side, checking for an exit wound in her shoulder. There was none, which was a good sign, he could try and stop the bleeding long enough to get her back to the beach. But she had lost so much already. He placed her back onto the floor and noticed that she had paced out. He checked for a pulse again, relieved it was still there while he went to work. First, he grabbed the alcohol and poured it over the wound, praying to whatever god was out there that she wasn’t awake to feel the pain, and that her bikini top had made it so easy to get to the wound. After he grabbed the needle and thread, if he could close the wound, she stood a better chance at making it to Ann, who could heal her wounds properly. At one point she had woken up and called out his name, obviously recognising him, but passed out again soon after. He readied the needle, praying the pain would not wake her.

“Y/N…I’m sorry” he winced as he pushed the needle through her bloodied skin.

Her skin was easier to push the needle through than he liked, each pull of the thread splashing blood onto his hands. Once that was done, he wrapped the wound tightly and carried her back to the car where Kuina helped him place her into the back seat.

“Kuina, I need you to sit back there with her, check her pulse every few minutes. If you can find it at any point, I’ll pull over and perform CPR.” He explained, getting into the drivers seat, starting the engine.

“How do you know all this stuff?” Kuina asked, placing y/n’s head in her lap, stroking her friends hair.

“I went to med school,” Chishiya replied. “Now stop asking questions and keep her alive!”

Y/N awoke cold and stiff as a corpse.  Which was understandable given the fact that she was almost certainly dead. She hadn't expected the afterlife to resemble Ann's makeshift lab at the Beach when she opened her eyes. Y/N had expected something akin to endless fields and a clear blue sky. A forensics lab that isn't cold and damp. This could be the afterlife; the place was eerily real and reeked of death. It was exactly the same as she remembered. Everything was too perfect and disgusting to be the afterlife. How had she gotten here in the first place? She pondered as she craned her neck to scan the space. Niragi shooting her was the last thing she remembered, and then nothing. How had she made it through the game? Y/N attempted to sit up, but the extreme pain in her shoulder prevented her from doing so. She hissed and slumped against the cool table she'd been laying on. Getting shot fucking hurts. Someone groaning beside her caught her attention, immediately recognising the white-haired man beside her, his head laying against the metal table, sound asleep. It was a rare moment when anyone could catch Chishiya in such a vulnerable state, Y/N being lucky enough to witness more than a few. Including this moment right now.

His cheeks were a light shade of pink, and his white hair covered half of his face, but y/n could still see that his mouth was open, and drool was pooling on the table. Chishiya was completely out of it, and y/n wished she'd brought a camera with her, a laugh escaping her. His eyes fluttering open slowly as he lifts his head from the table, brushing his hair away from his face, it appeared that her laughter had jolted him awake. Y/N forgot why she had been so angry with him before the game because he looked so adorable. How could she ever be mad with someone so cute. Her giggles continued, as rubbed his eyes like a child.

Chishiya froze at the melodic sound, slowly turning to look at the girl on the table, who had been asleep for the past 3 days, sighing in relief as he watched her laugh. “Thank God you’re awake.” He said, grasping her hand. Y/N giggles ceased at the sudden contact, Chishiya pulling his hand away fearing he had hurt her. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you.” Y/N shook her head, turning her head away from him. “Y/N?”

“How did I get here?” she asked, not looking at him.

“Kuina and I came to get you, we were told you were dead, but I needed to make sure.” Chishiya answered. Y/N scoffed; she could remember now why she had been so upset with him. She remembered the notebook, she remembered how cold he had been toward her, and she remembered ending things with him. She may have been shot, and he may have been an adorable sleeper. But her mind was not dead, she remembered everything.

“Was it because if I was dead then I would ruin your plan to steal the cards?” Y/N asked, turning back to glare at him.

“Fuck.” Chishiya scoffed. “No y/n don’t be so naïve! I went after you because I care about you, I didn’t want you to die without knowing that.” He explained, reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out the tiny notebook that had been the cause of so much heartache. He could see y/n’s eyes darken at the sight of it. “I was waiting for you to wake up,” he started, “It’s been three days and I was starting to lose hope…you lost so much blood.” A flash of a memory appeared in Y/N’s mind, it was of Chishiya leaning over her, blood covering his favourite white hoodie.

“You saved me…” Y/N said, “You were really there…”

“Mhm…Anyway…” Chishiya muttered. “I’m sorry about your shoulder, you’ll probably have a bad scar. The stitches I gave you were rushed.” He explained, “Anyway…” he began taking a lighter out of his other jacket pocket.

“Wait…you know how to do stitches?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, I was training to be a doctor before-“

“You went to med school!? How could you never tell me this?”

“Well-“

“What else did you not tell me?” Y/N asked, her anger flaring.

“Y/N can you shut up for one second I’m trying to be romantic and you’re ruining it.” Chishiya snapped, y/n stopped talking, mumbling a small apology before Chishiya continued holding up the small notebook. “I regret ever involving you in my plans, the truth is I wanted to use your feelings against you. For my own advantage. I spent time with you, I slept with you…and I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but I did. And I got scared so I distanced myself to keep you safe.” He sighed. “Every plan involving you became redundant the moment I realised my feelings for you and so…to prove it” he said, holding the lighter under the notebook. “I’ll burn this stupid fucking book.” With that, the lighter was turned on and the book began to burn, Chishiya throwing into an empty bucket nearby. “I don’t expect you to forgive me…” He said, “But I couldn’t let you die.”

“Kiss me..” Y/N mumbled.

“What?”

“I said kiss me you idiot!” Y/N laughed. Chishiya waisted no time, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. Not all had been forgiven, there was a lot of talking that still needed to happen for both of them to heal and allow Y/N to fully trust him again. But he had saved her and shown his love for her by burning that stupid book. That deserved a kiss.

Little did the two know that Kuina had been watching them, a small smile on her face. She knew that Y/N had changed Chishiya for the better, and Chishiya had changed her. There were no means perfect for each other, but their love was true.

They would protect each other no matter what.

As for Chishiya, he would never lie to Y/N ever again.

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Between the Two - TodoBaku x Reader

Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist

TodoBaku x Reader (meaning Poly Relationship. Don’t like? Don’t Read. 😋)

Fluff and little Angst

Warnings: Nothing but Soft-ish Bakugo ahead 🥰

3300 words

+Two amazing men and one hard decision. Or is it? On a training mission, things go awry, leaving you and Todoroki badly injured. Bakugo is beside himself even if he won’t admit it. You have had a crush on these boy practically since the Sport’s Festival but never had the courage to speak up…or pick one. Turns out that isn’t the case at all.

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Having feelings for two people at the same time is hard. Especially when one is an aloof, cold personality and the other is loud and short-tempered. Yet, I couldn’t help but fall head over heels with both. I didn’t have the guts to even thinking about confessing to them. Plus I wouldn’t be able to choose between the two. It didn’t help either that they didn’t get along with each other. Plus Bakugo and Todoroki wouldn’t go for a simple girl like me and I don’t think I could handle the rejection.

“Well fuck.” I heard Bakugo groan as we got off the bus. The three of us walked away and the bus drove off. I gulped as I watched it drive away, now alone with the two boys.

“How many places does UA have for training?” I asked out loud.

“Quite a few it would seem.” Todoroki answered. Bakugo scoffed as we walked for a few minutes. We had been taken outside the city limits to a river valley area for survival and reconnaissance training.

“Come on, we’re not here for small talk.” Bakugo growled. Todoroki looked at me and shook his head. We traveled in silence as we ventured towards the coordinates. I looked down at the GPS as we took a short break in a little grove. Bakugo was leaning back against a tree, foot propped up and Todoroki was kneeling, looking off in the distance.

“According to this, the mark is about…” The GPS in my hand glitches out. I tried to get it to work before it short circuited in my hand. “Ah!” I dropped the device and pulled my hand to my chest. It was stinging and numb in places.

“What happened?” Bakugo was in front of me in less than a second. He grabbed my wrist and brought my hand into view. I hissed as he touch a particular tender spot.

“The GPS short circuited in my hand.” I said. Todoroki came up and looked over my shoulder at my hand. “I did see that the mark was a few miles that way.” I pointed and took in big breath. I looked down at the GPS and toed at it. A cold sensation came across my injured palm. I gasped and saw Todoroki’s right hand over mine.

“Hopefully this helps.” He said. I nodded. Bakugo had picked up the device in the meantime. As we started walking again, a chill went up my spine. As if we was being watched. I stopped and scanned the woods around us.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Bakugo called back to me.

“I feel like we are being watched.” I said glancing at the two. I could see their guards go up. I went back to scanning the area. I froze when I saw a figure half hidden behind a tree. I met their eyes and saw a sadistic smile creep onto his face. “Shit!”

“Hope you’ve lived a full life because I’m about to end it.” The figure stepped out and I saw a sword grow from the wrist down. I got into stance as he got closer.

“Heh! You think you can take us down?” Bakugo yelled. I looked over my shoulder at the two boys. Todoroki was in fighting stance while Bakugo was just standing there un-phased. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Come at me, child!” The man said and broke into a run towards us. The sound of popping and the drastic changes in temperatures behind me told they ready. I activated my quirk and we charged forward.

~Time Skip~

Turns out there was more than the one man out here with us. There was at least a dozen other low level villains that accompanied him. We came out on top but not without a few injuries. I stumbled as we came to a small beach grove. I fell to the ground when my leg gave out.

“Shit, L/N are you alright?” Bakugo asked strained as he helped (carried) an unconscious Todoroki into the grove. He had a bad wound on his left side that was bleeding profusely while I just had a significant cut running down my right leg. Bakugo was relatively unharmed save for a few small cuts and bruises.

“Yeah, worry about Todoroki.” I motioned to the boy before I pulled myself across the ground to lean back against a tree. I maneuvered my leg carefully to set it down straight out. I watched as Bakugo set Todoroki down to lean back on a rock. He then pulled at the top of his hero costume to get to the wound.

“Crap.” Bakugo said under his breath. He pulled out his transmitter to try and contact the teachers but it was busted. All of ours were. He threw it to the side in annoyance.

“They were thorough, weren’t they?” I said with labored breath. He looked over at me and his eyes darted to my leg before meeting my eyes. I could see worry and near panic in his. A gasp drew both our attentions. Todoroki was coming too.

“What happened? Where are we?” He mumbled, trying to sit up.

“Stay down, Icyhot.” Bakugo lightly pushed him back down. They shared what looked to me a tender look. I cocked my head to the side in wonder and shock took over me when Bakugo reached up and cupped Todoroki’s cheek. He then ran a thumb across his cheek.

“Guys?” I said tentatively. Bakugo pulled away and cleared his throat, going back to Todoroki’s wound. Todoroki’s eyes landed on me with relief and concern.

“Are you alright, L/N?” He flinched but didn’t look away from me. I saw his gaze look over me and linger on my leg. I moved my other to interrupt his sight. He looked up at me disapprovingly before cringing as Bakugo removed pieces of debris from his wound. I flinched at the sound he made, biting my lip and looking away.

“Damn villains.” Bakugo growled. I closed my eyes as the pain in my leg got worse. I zoned out as the other two conversed quietly and Bakugo tended to the wound. I don’t know how much time passed until a hand on my shoulder pulled me out of my daze.

“Hey…” I greeted. He reached up and held my face in his hands. He looked over me. Concern was laced with his features.

“Anywhere else but your leg?” He asked. I shook my head. He nodded, taking one hand off my face to move the torn fabric around me leg. I cringed as the fabric drug over the wound, letting out a broken cry. “Shh. I know.” I felt his thumb trace my cheek. He was looking over the wound carefully when the last of my adrenaline drained from my body. I closed my eyes.

“Y/N?” I heard Todoroki but it sounded like he was far away. It got to the point where I couldn’t hold my head up, so I let it drop into Bakugo’s hand. “Y/N!”

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me, L/N.” I heard Bakugo beg and bring his hand back up. “Stay awake. Please.” His voice cracked.

“Bakugo, what’s going on? Is she alright?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” He was trying to get me to respond but I didn’t have the energy. “Come on, stay awake for me baby, please! Come on baby!” I think my mind was playing tricks on me because I swear I heard him say baby.

“Baku…Todo…” I passed out to the sound of them yelling for me.

I woke up with a groan and a throb in my leg. I tried to move but only flinched in the process. There was also a weight across my back that seem to keep my in place. I forced my eyes open but thought I hadn’t for a moment, it was so dark. My eyes adjusted to the dark, picking up on the moonlight that lit the area. The weight move across my back and I looked over to see Todoroki asleep and holding me into his right side.

“Huh…” I looked around and saw Bakugo sitting on a rock a few yards away. He was staring out over the river and gently tossing rock into the water. “Bakugo.” His head shot my way before he was up in a flash and running over.

“How are feeling? I know there isn’t much we can do for the pain but is there anything I can do?” He asked in a whirlwind. I reached out for him and he grabbed my hand tightly, bringing it up to his face. “I feel so useless right now. Both of you are hurt pretty bad and all I can do is…is sit here.” He sat down hard.

“You’re not useless, Baku…” I shifted and tried to sit up. He reached forward and helped me. “You’ll never be useless to me.”

“Me either.” Todoroki said quietly behind me. We turned to look at him. He reached his hand out and Bakugo gripped it tight. I looked between them and saw that tenderness again. A pang went through my chest. I pulled my hand away from Bakugo and looked away from them. In the corner of my eye, I saw his head whip towards me.

“Baby?” I stopped breathing for a second before slowly looking at him. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me earlier but now, I’m not so sure.

“Baby?” I whispered, looking at the two. They shared a look before those tender eyes I saw earlier were turned on me. The breath caught in my throat again.

“Yes, baby.” Todoroki said. He reached up and cupped my cheek. “We’re both in love with you. We have been for a long time.”

“It was a problem at first since we both wanted you. We fought more than usual and tried to do anything to put the other down.” Bakugo explained. He looked down ashamed. “But then we realized it was getting us nowhere. We also realized our feelings for each other.”

“So we coupled while also tried to think of a way to confess to you.” Todoroki said. I had seen Bakugo give a face of confusion before rolling his eyes at Todo’s terminology. “We knew it was a long shot that you would accept us both.”

“Since it’s not normal. Three people together?” Bakugo picked up where Todoroki left off. He tsked before looking down at our hands. “A long shot. More like impossible. We just wanted you to know…”

“Hey, hey.” I interjected when I realized where he was going. They looked at me surprised and expectantly. “Don’t go deciding what I think on your own.” I took a breath, looking out over the water. “I have been in love with you too. Both of you. For so long but I… I never said anything because I thought there was no chance that either of you would go for me.” It was silent for a minute.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Bakugo chuckled. I looked up at him. I saw nothing but love and admiration in his eyes. I turned to see the same in Todoroki’s. I bit my lip trying to hide a smile but couldn’t. I smiled wide while laughing a little.

“We wasted a lot of time didn’t we?” I looked up sheepishly. They smiled and looked at each other.

“Nothing we cannot make up.” Todoroki said running a thumb over my cheek. I nuzzled into his hand. Baku’s grip tightened on my hand. I looked over at him. He was looking at us with a soft smile.

“I like the soft side of you.” I whispered. He chuckled before giving me a playful look.

“Yeah? Well it’s only for you two.” He said. He reached up and cupped the back of my neck. He leant forward and kissed my forehead. I felt a kiss on my hand as well. I looked at my two boys before I noticed Todoroki flinching.

“How is your wound?” I asked. He looked down at his side.

“Could be better but I’ll live. Bakugo did the best with what he had, for the both of us.” I nodded and reached to push hair off his forehead. Baku got up and walked away. I finally looked around us. Only now did I realize that we were lounging against some sort of cabana. I looked at it before looking at Bakugo.

“What?” He was walking back with our water canisters we had. “I wasn’t going to leave you out in the open. Looked like it was going to rain and I didn’t want to deal with you being sick on top of injured.” He retorted. He handed us our water bottles and went to look at Todo’s wound.

“Definitely not useless.” I said. He glanced up at me before looking away bashful. Todo lifted Baku’s head by the chin before giving him a sweet kiss. I giggled at the blush that went across Baku’s cheek. His eyes darted between us.

“Shut up.” He growled under his breath. We both bit back a laugh. I shifted to get more comfortable. A tug on my leg caused me to freeze in pain.

“Ah.” I squeaked, gripping onto my knee. A hand immediately found purchase on my back as I heard shuffling.

“Careful, don’t move to much darling.” Todo said softly. Baku knelt in front of me. He helped me move back to where I was leaning on Todo’s uninjured side. I set my head back on his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to my temple.

“You’re hurt worse than me yet you’re comforting me as if you weren’t.” I felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“You’re leg is worse than you realize darling. Bakugo thinks they nicked your Achilles tendon.” My eyes widen in realization.

“Shit.” I said.

“Yep.” Bakugo said. He sighed before looking behind him. “I need to go and get Aizawa. There isn’t anything more I can do then make sure you’re comfortable. Damn. But I don’t want to leave you two here on your own with those shit head still out there.”

“Bakugo. I can still use my quirk and so can L/N. We are not entirely defenseless. Plus we don’t have to build a fire. I can keep us both warm. We’ll be okay for a time.” Todo assured him. Baku wasn’t completely convinced. “We’ll be okay. We are well hidden. Now go, just be quick and quiet.” Baku rolled his eyes at the last part.

“Fine. If I come back and find you two worse, I’ll maim you myself.” We laughed but agreed. He pressed a kiss to both of our heads before he was gone.

“Be safe.” I whispered.

“Don’t worry, darling. It’s Bakugo. You know how he gets. No matter reckless he is, gets the job done.” I shook my head in agreement before relaxing into him. He tightened his arm around me. “Rest now. He’ll be back before you know it.”

“Alright.” I slipped into an uneasy slumber.

The next time I woke up, I was in a bed. I groaned at the pulse that went through my head. I reached up and rubbing my temple. A hand gently pushing mine aside before taking over and also carding their fingers through my hair. I opened my eyes slowly to adjust.

“Good morning, darling.” I heard Todoroki whisper. I looked up at him. He was sitting next to the bed, leaning on his forearm. He was smiling down at me.

“Morning.” I said before nuzzling into my blanket. A soft groan caught my attention. I looked down the bed to see Bakugo asleep in what looked to be the most uncomfortable position ever. I giggled.

“Ridiculous, isn’t he?” Todo said chuckling. I nodded before turning on my back to sit up. A small pain came from my leg. I whimpered. “Careful. You’re leg still isn’t healed. You were to worn out for Recovery Girl to heal it properly.”

“How about you?” He leant back and lifted his shirt without hesitation. I blanched at his brazen act.

“Same situation but she was able to heal it to a better point.” I nodded, eyes lingering on his abs. I looked away as he let go of his shirt. Bakugo moved as he seemed to be waking up. He stretched, arms extending to full length as he looked around. His eyes landed on me.

“Hey baby. How are you feeling?” His raspy, morning voice sent a chill down my spine. He scooted closer and set a gently hand on my right leg.

“Better but my head is killing me.” I said, closing my eyes.

“I’ll go get Recovery Girl.” Todo said. He stood and leaned over to kiss my head. He walked behind Baku and gave him a peck too. Baku smiled and stood to switch seats. He pulled Todo’s chair even closer and leant on his forearms. He looked at me tenderly. He reached up and began rubbing my temple.

“I’m glad you’re okay. That you’re both okay.”

“Thanks to you.” I sighed and closed my eyes again. He started humming as I dozed. After a few minutes of this, two sets of footsteps walked back towards us. I lazily turned my head and saw Todo with Recovery Girl in tow.

“Hello there sweetie. How are you feeling?”

“My leg is throbbing lightly and I have a headache.” I shifted a bit and groaned. “Other than that I am sore.”

“As to be expected.” She hopped up on a chair and leant over the bed. She looked over me before activating her quirk. I cringed as her lips pulled away from my head but I felt better. She ran a few more test on both Todoroki and I before she let the three of us leave.

“Well that was an experience.” Baku said exasperated. I chuckle but agreed. I saw Todoroki nod. After another few minutes of walking, I stopped in my tracks. It only took a few seconds for them to notice and look back at me.

“Where do we go from here?” I said, looking at the pavement.

“What do you mean? We are heading back to the…”

“Not that Icy Hot!” Baku interrupted. It was silent for a moment.

“Oh.” I smiled at the boy’s coyness. He could be clueless sometimes. “Darling. I thought we made it clear by now. We both want you, very much.”

“I know that but…” I looked up at them. “Where do we do with that? Are we just friends? Are we more? Like a poly? Or are we…”

“Babe, babe.” Baku came up and held my face. “We can be whatever you want us to be. If you’re not ready right now to a take a step into a relationship with us, we can wait. If you want to take this so and start out with little stuff, we’ll do that to. If you want to jump right in, we’ll catch you.”

“It up to you.” Todo stood next to Baku. He replaced one of Bakugo’s hands so they were both holding my face. I smiled and reached up to hold their wrists. I thought about it for a moment before I launched myself at them, wrapping my arms around their necks in a hug.

“I don’t want to go slow but I don’t want to jump right in either. So something along the lines of a medium speed? All I know is I want to call both of you mine.” I felt their arms wrap around me and hold me tight. Todo rested his chin on top of my head and Baku nuzzled my hair. I relaxed into their arms, delighted I didn’t have to choose between the two.

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