#im failing shit and have cuts and bruises

[hwanchaesong]

omg i got a good idea for an ateez song imagine: like i can -sam smith.

idk who but alive you feel like could match the vibes best. im kinda thinking yunho or seonghwa but they could be so different like shsbvsjsnd ily

a/n: this is SO SO VERY LATE I APOLOGIZE. THIS HAS BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR TOO LONG. I HOPE YOU'LL STILL ENJOY IT THO. AGAIN, FORGIVE ME FOR POSTING THIS AFTER SO LONG 😭

also, let's make this a seonghwa x reader x yunho cuz y not

suggestive (kinda smutty) & angst, no fluff here. love triangle, and mentions of other sins are in here so read at your own risk. also mdni!

LIKE I CAN - SAM SMITH

Seonghwa's piercing gaze cuts through the plethora of people in the dance floor of the smoky club, straight onto your figure latched onto his nemesis.

Jeong fucking Yunho.

Out of all the other guys you can mess around with, you really had to go to the person he least expected.

Seems like you know how to play a game of terror.

He scoffs when he sees you giggle at the other man's whispered words, biting your lower lip when his hand drops on your exposed thighs, crawling higher until it had you closing your legs in a failed protest.

Oh, how he hates seeing you like this. Like you weren't chanting his name like a mantra a few days ago. Like you weren't panting for more in his sheets. Like he didn't carved your body to accommodate him and only him.

He smirked when he saw an opportunity to lock you in, watching you saunter towards the restroom, and he stood up himself, boldly following you in there.

You were minding your own business, not until someone rudely barged in, pinning you on the wall with their face dangerously close to yours.

"What the f-"

"Watch your words, babe."

You almost shrieked when the person that you don't wanna have an encounter with shows himself without any warning.

"Seonghwa?" you muttered his name, and the way you called him sent the blood rushing down in his member. He loved it whenever you sounded meek in his presence.

"Let me go. I don't have time for this shit." you said, voice firm and he was shocked at how confident you are.

Is this what that Yunho has been teaching you? After all his hard work in shaping you into his submissive baby girl. Oh, he has to remind you where you stand in here.

"I don't have time for your attitude, princess."

Seonghwa's hands went into your waist, pushing your lower half into his own while he sticks his leg in between your thighs, causing you to let out a small squeak when your clothed pussy rubbed against his jeans.

It sent you down the rabbit hole, back to zero when he's intoxicating you like this again.

How do you even escape from him?

Park Seonghwa, the guy that every girl wanted yet you had him as your trophy after a one night stand during a drunken stupor of his frat's party.

He was once a stranger that you glanced at, maybe once or twice, you couldn't remember but you do know that he made you laugh. He made you happy for a short while before giving you an entirely different kind of serotonin. One that you could acquire when the waves crash you into euphoria.

He showed you a world of situations that sailed on ships made of sands. Thus, it crumbles easily, making you seek a home made out of bricks, a shelter that winds cannot destroy.

Yet here he is, in all his glory, kissing you like there's no tomorrow.

"I thought you were better than this. Care to explain yourself princess, hm?" he mumbles against your bruised lips as he nibbles on it, his hands going over your breast to grope it rather harshly.

"I don't need to explain myself to you." you panted, clenched fists weakly punching his chest, but you both know that no matter what you do, his temptation would be difficult to resist.

You moaned when his mouth slid down to your neck, biting your sweet spot while his hand wandered onto your damp panties, circling your garment-clad clit, it had you thrashing around in his arms.

Seonghwa chuckled darkly, murmuring the exact words that had your knees buckling for him, "Oh my sweet, little princess. I think I have to remind you that no one can show you passion like I do."

---------------------------------------------------

You were quietly sitting on the bed, the television's volume nothing but white noises to you.

Then you slightly jumped on your spot when a splash of cold water dripped on your cheeks, "Ah!"

You glared at the perpetrator, fresh out of the shower.

"Yunho! You scared me!" you whined, making him chuckle at your adorable countenance.

"You are the one scaring me, actually. You're too silent. Is something bothering you?" he asks, concern lacing his voice as he sits beside you, landing a palm on your leg and tenderly massaging it, giving you a sense of solace.

Yunho really is something, you think.

With him, it feels like all your sins will be forgiven. A gentleman that could cleanse your soul, a once in a lifetime chance and you'd be a damn fool if you let him go.

But it does plague your mind, the way you let yourself be consumed by the demon when you already have yourself an honest man.

"It's nothing, it's just-" you began to speak, but you were astounded when he cut you off with a groundbreaking fact that's been eating you inside and out.

"Is it what happened in the party?"

You and that Park shithead Seonghwa, he thinks.

You looked at him, wide eyed and anxious but he only waved you off. Still, there's a mayhem of vibes that surrounds him, and you have no idea of what will happen next.

"Y/N, my love, you must take for an idiot no?" he sniggers, then halts to tilt your chin up and he leans onto you, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

He's another kind of poison, and a pattern seemed to click in your mind on what kind of men you are drawn to.

"Yunho, it's not like that." you tried defending yourself but he shushed you with a peck on the lips, his hands brushing your arms lightly until he reached your shoulders.

Goosebumps trailed on where he touched you, then he abruptly pushed you down the bed, eliciting a surprised gasp from you.

"Darling, it's okay." he reassures, positioning himself on top of you and discarding the towel around his waist. Droplets of water fell on you, soaking your shirt that he hoisted up, revealing your breasts to him, your nipples perking up at being exposed in cold air.

His warm hands explored your smooth skin while he inhaled your scent, smooching on the crook of your neck and his eyes squinted when he saw the remnants of Seonghwa's disgusting mark.

His fingers tickled your stomach, reaching for your tits and playing with your nipples, tugging on it and you felt yourself getting wet with his ministrations.

"Y-Yunho.." you mewled, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

He merely hummed before biting the same spot where Seonghwa soiled you, mumbling curses at the thought of that shitty fuck boy.

"It's okay," he repeats what he said a while ago, "because at the end of the day, you'll still come back to me. No one can show you heaven like I can."

He already has you, and in Yunho's perception, you are his. You belong to him, you belong with him.

Dwindling roads and outreached hands are presented to you, so, which one do you choose?

[zbis]

☆.｡.:*summary : your boyfriend comes home bruised and bloody yet again

☆.｡.:*pairing : boxer!gunwook x reader

☆.｡.:*warnings & other : blood, mentions of fighting, a bit of angst if you squint(?), fluff, not revised

☆.｡.:*w/c : ~1k

“stupid fucking-” gunwook groans out loud. “such a lucky hit, i swear...” he taps his finger on the marble surface of the kitchen island contemplatively. “i was just distracted,” he tells himself.

he places his head on the counter, mulling over the loss of the night. god, if only he did a left hook instead of the right. 

“ow..” he lifts head up and looks down, noticing his forehead wound has opened back up and has left a blood stain on the counter. “shit,” he mumbles. just as he’s about to go grab a towel to clean it up, you emerge from your room. 

“you’re back?” you yawn, your hair looking just a dishealved as his.

he clears his throat, diverting his gaze awkwardly from your exposed torso when you stretch. “yeah..” he mumbles. you laugh at how red his ears get until you notice the forehead wound among many others. you see his blood stained cheeks and eye that's just asking to get swollen if untreated. “gunwook what the fuck?” you scold him. “i-” you cut him off when you notice the stain he left on the counter. “and you’re leaving your blood everywhere!”

he scoffs, “ i was just about to clean that up..” he sighs, “im not really in the mood for this right now..” just then do you notice the way his eyes are downturned and his usual bubbly self is nowhere to be found. 

“did you-”

you dont finish your sentence because the way hes carrying himself tells you everything already. “oh wook..” you walk up to him and cup his face gently, although he still winces at the touch. “it’s just one loss you know?” he sighs, “i was gonna use the money to take you out or something, we haven't done anything fun in months.”

 “i dont care about that, you’ve done alot for me already plus i dont want you to die while making me happy.”

you dont even need to ask questions to know. gunwook typically never fought past his range. he would only go against people whom he knew he had a good chance against. however, every saturday there was an event where the fighters of the area could go against one of the strongest fighters in the city. the cash prize was good but what was even better was the reputation that came with it and your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to have it.

you were supportive but for the past 4 months, every Saturday without fail, gunwook would come home beat to a pulp. you tried to get him to give up but he was determined to win one day, he just had to get stronger.

you sigh, looking over his face. his lips were more swollen than normal and some strands of his dark hair were crisp with blood. “can you just-” “of course.” you cut him off. you place a chaste kiss on his lips, which he hisses in pain at and you laugh.

you silently lead him to the bathrooom where you keep a first aid kit on deck. you grunt as you pick up the heavy box, refusing to let gunwook help you. “just sit your ass down.” when he does you give him a once over.

he looks like a stray puppy who’d just been abandoned at the side of the road. you let out an exasperated sigh at his appearance, “you know, im not a licensed nurse. you need to go to the hospital one of these days.” he plays with his fingers while you get the kit ready for use. 

“why would i do that when i have my own personal fixer upper right here?” he jabs at your side playfully. “ow, it hurts when you do it.” you glare at him with an annoyed but light smile. 

“too strong.” 

“not strong enough apparently,” he mumbles, once again reminded of yet another saturday loss. “well,” you take place on his lap with a cotton pad wet with alcohol in hand. instinctively he moves his hand to your waist to keep you steady. “you’re strong enough to keep me safe,” you whisper.

before he can protest or say anything demeaning about himself you place the cotton on the cut closest to his eye. he hisses in pain and glares at you. “be gentler,” he mumbles. you hum, moving the piece of cotton across whatever cut or gash you came across, making sure to change it whenever it got too saturated with blood.

 “seriously though...you need to be more careful wook,” you place a kiss on the cut you just cleaned and place a bandaid over that. “my biggest fear is getting a call about a wound I won’t be able to fix.”

he nods solemnly, placing his patched up face on your shoulder. you sigh, choosing to play with his hair to soothe his stress and sadness.

after a couple beats of silence, he suddenly pips up.

"but next saturday i've definitely got it in the bag!"

[solsticelosthermind]

Rather than spam the shit out of tumblr, I made my way through this with an open document as a screaming buddy and y'all can have uhhh 6.5k of sobbing under the cut about volume one as a treat while I try to find the text limit on a post I guess.

So like. Here be spoilers. blame @spliqi.

Why is the art so fucking pretty though. Like. look at him. He's gorgeous. There's so much visibly wrong with him. How does he look both more unhinged and softer than the canon version. I love him so much.

The purple eyes and the wings are going to fucking kill me and this is the cover—

What do you mean the first thing we see upon opening the book is akutagawa with white dove's wings and blood over his heart and on the edge of his mouth and Atsushi behind him with a black bird splaying its wing over his shoulder? The pastel purple highlighting is going to make me bite things especially since the page beside it has a much darker violent purple. I have not even read this page. This does not bode well for me.

HE FUCKING SUICIDE MISSIONED THIS??? Why is the bruised purple moon screwing me up. FULLY thought he went in with 'they're all dead' but like "WE're all dead" is?? Oh my god. I cannot ramble for every single thought i will take a week to make it through one fucking book that way but the temptation is there because what do you mean he didn't intend to come back?? Everyone is dead but GIN ISNT?!

Oh my god why is chuuya so fucking pretty all the time. The red on dazai. Their nearly-matching eyes but the expression on Chuuya's face??? Is?? He wants to bite things. Atsushi is beautiful?? His fucking eyes are straight up gold?? Why did i think that was fanfic-only. his eyes are gold. Visual Continuity and all but why are his bangs like that if he's been out of the orphanage and around both chuuya and kouyou for several years. Is he cutting them with his claws.

Disassociation King Akutagawa. But also can I just— "being beaten by adults" is so?? If he's been wrecking havoc in the slums with Rashomon enough to supposedly draw dazai's attention than who the fuck is landing a hit on this kid. Or like, was it just that he's untrained and reactive and his collateral is probably insane because untrained and reactive. Y'all. I'm supposed to believe this kid is violence inherent when he's got an ability that can eat people and he's getting the shit kicked out of him??

Why are the other kids being a dick to the one guy trying to keep them safe actually. I'm calling bullshit man, if akutagawa's the sole protector then like, they'd be treating him like the sheep did chuuya. Uh. Before the whole murder attempt. They need him.

This is why I can't liveblog on tumblr yall would've drawn and quartered me by now for spamming

Fully believed that dog was drinking from the juice box and had to zoom in.

…"let's all buy steamed sweet potatoes!" immediately gets jumped goddamnit I would murder for these kids and they've been on the page for .5 seconds. Akutagawa showing up like that?? Baby. Baby boy. Perfect angel.

They're starving homeless kids and I'm failing to see where I'm supposed to think literally anything Akutagawa does is like, too much of a reaction. God he's so pretty.

"Akutagawa-san!" THOSE ARE HIS KIDS MOTHERFUCKER look at him standing right in front of them!! One slice; economical. He made his point and HE COULD HAVE just killed the guy but he didn't. Y'all. I love him.

"Okay," he says while squatting down to give the hurt kid a piggy back, "let's go home." Im fucking squealing. If this kid had been given even a fucking OUNCE of a chance he'd be the sweetest fucking man alive. He cares so much fuck yoooou and your heartless cur nonsense. He's the one who patched them up too becuase I said so

Why is he sitting perched on the desk staring out the window like a fucking owl. He's ridiculous. This boy literally never had two seconds to put his guard down. What if i cry.

The mom in me is going insane i need everyone to know this. I know whats coming for these kids but they're mine now. The little guy going heehehehee? Adopted

I can't get over Akutagawa on the DESK you fucking gargoyle

Oh fuck that's how they get caught up in the mafia nonsense?? Listen if your mobsters are so bad at being mobsters they just fucking DROP DIAMONDS near homeless orphans like, take the loss. You're an idiot. This should not have made me laugh. Akutagawa just fucking stabs it out of the kids hand. But also the way they treat akutagawa is killing me. He's literally oda.

THE PANEL WITH AKUTGAWA BEFORE THE MOON IM DYING I NEED IT ON MY EYELIDS. How does this kid know rashomon can't cut a diamond. Also. why can't rashomon cut a diamond if it cuts everything else. Don't give me only a diamond can cut a diamond when that ability cuts space. (Things to file under 'he's untrained i guess?? Street rat too busy trying to keep a bunch of babies alive to put a lot of thought into expanding the use of the creature in his shirt. Priorities.)

Oh gin. My lovely wonderful amazing gin who makes no sense to me in this verse so im preemptively blaming dazai. Smartest one there, immediately clocks the problem, and akutagawa instantly attempts to do damage control. How IS THIS A KID WHO WAS TOO WILD AND SELFISH TO LOVE HUH

Aw fuck the headshot's done so well I hate it my whole heart just dropped and I knew this was coming—

that kid was like maybe ten, at best. Fuck

AKUTAGAWA's FUCKING EYE. Oh he's so panicked. Also why do they continually give him the most insane eyelashes. I approve of the eyelashes. Can we stay here with the eyelashes and not make me read the part where they riddle a bunch of starving babies with holes. No? Fine. deep breath

This is so silly. Why are you idiots so happy to murder infants. You could've brought them in and groomed them into little mafia monsters or whatever but nah, you're republicans like, murder is fun and free. How is this kid begging for help with a hole between his eyes. I am talking so much shit becuase I saw akutagawa's face and im going to fucking CRY

Actually can we talk about this real quick. The narrative in canon is all, "he's always been like this," when like. Clearly he hasn't. There's NO coherent reaction here. He's losing his shit, he doesn't know what to do, they're all falling and bleeding and dying at his feet and he's just screaming their names, he reaches for one of them because he doesnt know whaat to DO, RASHOMON DOES NOT ONCE MAKE AN APPEARANCE. HIS INSTINCT WAS TO GO TO THEM PHYSICALLY. HE DIDNT FUCKING CALL RASHOMON. Unless the darkened sleeve counts but that's not lashing out, it's not reacting, it's armoring one sleeve probably unconsciously. Like?? His reaction was to go to them. I'm going to die.

And it's gin? It's gin who thinks past it. It's gin who stops him from grabbing that one kid, it's gin who pulls him out with her and gin saves him but he couldn't save anyone. Even himself. Oh fuck he's hit? Ohmy fucking fuck asldkfjsa;gDid gin get fucking shot or is that from the GLASS SHE THREW THEM OUT OF. Why do we keep throwing gin out windows. Stop it.

He's so upset. Gin's so upset. They're so fucking young. they're so young.

"I'm not going to win," he says, he's going to go make them pay, because what's the point in the guard dog living if his charges are gone. Right. Im cool. So cool. Not a mess. Gin's face has me tearing up

Hi. "The realm of death would have felt better than this." So. Okay. He's literally like, crazy with grief right now. Holding the kid who froze to death?? I need 50x blankets, some stuffies and like, a cocoa to pretend I'm fine right now

IF THAT WAS LIFE THAN THIS IS VENGEANCE. Okay but like. Grief feels like that kinda. A punishment for having loved. For having, in his case, failed. He's trying to hurt himself while hurting those that took his kids. I already need therapy who let me read this.

HE HURTS HIMSELF MORE TO BE ABLE TO GET CLOSER. I feel like cheering isn't what I'm meant to do here but. Y'know. My boy's sharp. Hell yeah.

Wait wait wait wait are the guys who killed them not port mafia?? They're MEETING portmafia? Presumably dazai. The fuck. Also deeply funny in a very not funny way that aku came up with this so quick and it's WORKING because he KNOWS PEOPLE LIKE THIS but also really just reinforces for me how using rashomon to kill isn't his first instinct because like. He's standing in the middle of them. They'd be dead by now if it was.

HE USES RASHOMON LIKE A FUCKING KNIFE oh oh oh my god he has to be up cLOSE he doesn't know how to make it go too far?? Screaming he took this fuckers HEAD CLEAN OFF. Fuck off im so proud right now actually something something he's usually presented in such a way where I feel like I'm supposed to think he's stupid but? I do not. He is not stupid. He's just. Y'know. Tunnel vision baby.

But also of COURSE he is that is how you stay not dead

Oh my god the—the latching onto the second guy and SPIKE EXPLOSION?? Insane. Absolutely living for the way he's drawn here. Rashomon coming off his arms like that is so pretty. That's an extension of himself!! This kid is moving so fast. The fuck do you mean he cut the third guy's feet off. There are no rules but also this is making me remember some godawful horror movie my sister made me watch that boiled down to rich people paying to be able to murder other people and one guy was being eaten alive and someone else had his Achilles slit and tried to run and oh guess what i still hate it so much but akutagawa's face makes it worth it

how many villains souls should I drag with me to hell I am fully not seeing where I should not be on this kid's side y'all. Dazai explain your bullshit to me. You can't because your reasons are just oda and oda would be livid with you on all fronts this boy is a protector fight me

where the fuck did this kid get multiple grenades

The single eye ball. "Is he trying to die." "Doesn't he value his own life" Bsd is a comedy. He's literally slaughtering you and making it look easy because you fucking killed all of his kids

I WAS IN THE PROCESS OF TEACHING THE VALUE OF A LIFE TO YOU he says. The value of the lives they TOOK im insane He's not even trying to dodge any of these bullets this kid is literally letting them riddle him full of holes because then it'll be over but he's taking them all with him. Right. Okay. Im not okay.

But also this little image of him with his arms thrown out and Rashomon trailing from them and also from his sides so he looks like a six legged spider?? He's a bug in every universe.

He could've used rashomon just there. He's so angry and so hurt and so fucked up he ripped the guy's throat out with his teeth. Do you know how much pressure that takes. Human teeth are bad at this.

This boy never once saw himself as human. That's. That's what this is. He had a single purpose; he failed it. He's seeking his own punishment alongside serving theirs.

It's been years since the last time i had fresh meat. I don't know what the fuck i thought that was part of but i did not think it was this. 100000/10 A+ unhinged little gremlin boy here to ensure he haunts them even in death.

There are 2k words in this doc and im only on page 40/192. Fuck. How does this kid live he's been shot like a thousand times and he's not even flinching because who fucking CARES right?? He has a job to do.

I lied he fell over. NOT liking the way he lays there exactly like he does when he dies for atsushi. Nope. No. Stop it.

This last guy's like. Having a breakdown. And it's funny. Are you telling me akutagawa fell over and either A) played dead to get this idiot to come closer and it worked or B) passed the fuck out frmo blood loss and this guy was like HA FUCK YOU and decided to KICK HIM rather than shoot him in the head to make sure the demon boy was really dead. Like. You deserved this, my guy. You literally did this to yourself. Twice.

I don't even care I'm fully here for blood soaked and unhinged tiny akutagawa

Why did you turn him into sushi, though. Did you just pick up his faCE to make sure he's dead when he's in fifty million pieces.

Not aku realizing he could've done that without getting himself killed fuck

Dazai's here and im angry already. "Under your own free will," rather than a "product of your environment" bro. Bro. Bro do you know what you do to atsushi. Because it's remove free will and force him to react as a product of the environment you create for him. Shut the fuck up.

"Do you want to kill me? You're so stupid," says the guy who just watched some kid try to avenge his friends deaths rather than stop it at any point in time because like. He could've. "Haha you're so violent," says the guy who goes on to torment atsushi into literally eating people in this verse knowing full well he torments akutagawa into whatever the fuck is wrong with him in canon.

"Dying for revenge," dazai says like he's not using this whole universe as some weird revenge against the universe where oda dies

Okay I will grant him the ONE (1) point that it leaves gin alone if he dies.

I'm going to counter it with why the fuck doesn't gin give a shit that their whole family just got slaughtered. Why is GIN so aloof from all this. Why is gin only interacting with akutagawa. What did you say to gin before all this started dazai, huh? What prophecy did you whisper in that kid's ear that you helped make manifest to get her to LEAVE HER BROTHER BEHIND when that is ALL SHE EVER HAD and clearly ALL SHE EVER CARED ABOUT

Absolutely not taking anything dazai says here seriously. This is nonsense to me. Gin's as safer in the city while akutagawa dealt with this. Should he have made an effort to not get dead to get back to her because she's not dead and she needs him? Yeah probably. Does it make complete sense to me why he did what he did? Crystal clear. Can those things coexist? YES.

I don't care y'all, gin should've followed his stupid ass and told him they'll do it together because she needs him alive but also those guys like. Should die about it. So. Unpopular opinion probably. But what the fuck gin

OH MY GOD RASHOMON GOES FUCKING HAM WHEN HE THINKS GINS BEING THREATENED this is literally proving my point this boy loves gin so much? He's yknow a deeply traumatized 14 year old who made a stupid fucking call in the heat of WATCHING EVERYONE DIE?? But the SECOND he things it's GIN they're after he gets MORE VIOLENT than he was two seconds ago

Fuuuuck you dazai and your holier than thou whatever this is bullshit. You make no sense to me unless you literally expect this kid to be able to be fully emotionless like you thought he was and HE NEVER WAS because he's not you! And you're so emotional you're flipping the whole world around for oda! So like! You're failing your own ideals you bitch

WHEN YOU REALIZE YOUR WEAKNESS COME FIND ME he says. And then he kidnaps gin. I dont care that she thinks shes going willingly. That's—-that reeks of set up and we don't see how he gets her to leave akutagawa behind, but it's not hard to imagine he fed her some shit about aku being fucked up and that's why she is the way she is now becuase like SHE WAS NOT LIKE THAT BEFORE. He literally kidnapped her and left aku to die of a million bullets. (Seriously how is he not dead) what the fuck is the weakness? CARING about people?? Not meticulously planning out his revenge arc first???

I would like to curb stomp this dazai actually

The sheer agony in how akutagawa hates himself so fully but he's too weak and hurt to go find gin but she NEEDS him and im UNWELL

4.5 years pass?? How wierd is the timeline here? Is he almost 19 and thus atsushi is 16-17? Or like. Are they older when this happened to keep them the same ages? Is it backward for no reason and atsushi's 20 while akutagawa's 18? We have no idea do we

He's eating weeds beside the river, alone, and day dreaming about soup. This is the violent wild animal you ditched dazai?

How many bullets are still in this kid. Can he walk through metal detectors do you think. Is he mostly scar tissue now. How is he nOT DEAD

Fuck i hit 3k. Im on page 54. Kill me. Im so MAD. HOW DOES GIN GO FROM THROWING THEM OUT A WINDOW TO LEAVING HIM TO DIE BECAUSE SOME FUCKING ONE EYED TWINK SAID SO

Listen I was a stupid kid who lashed out physically more than once but there is very little that would've made me worse than someone telling me some shit like ditch your shitty sibling. And I have never even liked my siblings. #firstborn solidarity i guess.

Not until I SAVE MY SISTER. Exactly. Also the way he perks up at the mugwort. Why is he so cute. How does he know what mugwort is, who taught him herbs. I'm headcanoning the got picked up by a hedgewitch post shootout and that's how he didn't die and also how he learned herbs and why he likes growing things, That's the dead woman's coat he stole. Boom. I'm so full of shit someone tell me why he is like this

Okay but. Does anyone else feel like Dazai and that whole thing really just reinforced this behavior, he strikes first and asks never with oda. The BAGS under his eyes

Also. Hi. Hello. Oda.just. Insert incoherent gesture here. oda.

Oda who fucking punches him in the gut again and when the winds knocked out of him just scoops him up. He's so tiny, he is SO TINY. How tall is oda, is Aku efen more of a rail here than in canon, I'm dying why is he so small.

Can I also just say. That it is. Extremely. Attractive. How oda just goes, well, Is anyone gonna claim the feral weed eating kid and then does n o t wait for an answer, this is his feral weirdo now thanks. Matches Akutagawa's weird so easily. Unflappable. I love him. These two just blink at each other and probably have entire conversations that way.

Stop drawing Akutagawa so pretty. Stop it. Do not ever stop. This is really reinforcing that one joke I made ages ago about how canon Atsushi jsut blurts pretty the second he sees beast Aku and canon Aku is like the FUCK?? While beast Aku is ?? And beast Atushi straight up laughs in his face and Atushi debates walking off a cliff about it. I'm right.

Why is he covered in blood on the next page. Why does that not detract from the pretty.

Flash to oda's death. Also some nonsense. People live to save themselves. squints Dazai internalized that in the stupidest way possible didnt he. Wait does Dazai have the bandage on the opposite side???? Bitch why are you dreaming about oda he would be so mad at you I'm so serious please tell me I get oda yelling at him at some point I know he tries to talk to him eventually.

I love the mafia windows though. Those rooms must be hell to keep cool in the summer lmao

Aku where did you get a whole new fit. Did the ada give you these clothes like Atsushi's stuff. He's just staring out the window watching the sun rise, I could cry, this boy has never been safe enough to sleep.

He doesn't know how phones work. I said this to roadtripwithlucifer and I'll say it again but like HOW DOES NO ONE CLOCK THAT THE STREET RAT HAS A STREET RAT EDUCATION which means NONE. He knows Jack shit! This boy probably cannot read or write and has never in his life held a phone what IS THIS

I've never lived in such luxury he says about an empty room and oda's like visible confusion? street rat you found him eating WEEDS come ON

Ugh an entry exam right off the bat, I know I'm in the minority but the whole concept bothers me so much. "Prove to us you're a good person," or whatever when a) all of them are gray as fuck and b) reactions are impossible to predict, hinge heavily on the life you've lived and just how the squishy thing in your skull interprets electrical signals. Oh also, you can,,, train them. Did Kunikida have to monologue about his ideals during his entrance exam before he made a choice, because I would not be surprised .

Which really is jsut a rant because full offense there's a nonzero chance I would have been like…. no. Oda was vague as fuck and I don't even know what he wanted but I'm here and now you're being weird as hell too and like, I don't trust y'all so I'm out lmfao

Oh my god, Aku just barges in I'm wheezing kuni is like ?? That's a new one is he stupid. No. I mean kinda, but no, he just,,, doesn't have a reason not to.

WHEEZING TANIZAKI FREEZES HES SO CONFUSED bc Aku walks right up I'm dying everyone is like this guy's nuts which is nice actually bc I felt like everyone was kind of making fun of Atsushi for having a very reasonable breakdown

Meanwhile Aku's like. Try me. Dead faced. I'm in love. But also it makes sense because he knows he can handle it!! And like who gives a shit if he can't, all that'll happen is he dies and some jackass with him lmao Depressionnnn but also. He's not WRONG

Oh shit Tanizaki nearly died. Whoops. THATS WHY YOU DONT PLAY THIS GAME WITHOUT PRIOR IDEA OF HOW SOMEONE MIGHT REACT JFC. Akutagawa's squinting at everyone and wondering why they're insane which is so funny to me since they're so sure he's mental, like, y'all. No im still siding with him tbh

Her brother, Aku says with wide sad eyes. He's tracking nothing else. But also the 'you made those last night' had me cackling ngl

SITTING AT THE TABLE. This is so funny to me. Resting bitch face of all time, he's just vibing. However this implied other folks tend to be pissed post exam and like, yeah. Yeah I hope so. That's fucked.

HE WAS ONLY UPSET BC HE THOUGHT TANIZAKI WAS ROUGHT ON NAOMI I love him he's so silly the second she's like no it's fine he's like oh cool AND THEN IT PROVES HE WAS JUST VIBING BT SHOWING HIS FACE NEVER CHANGED AHAHAHAA I'm squishing him. Cackling what do you mean kuni was like he's mad at YOU so I don't care aodfjngsodjfg. Tanizaki is handling this so bad it's great. Wait he calls him -San? So he's? Older? The timeline is going to bother me forever

"I don't have likes or dislikes," names things he likes and dislikes. TANIZAKI HOW DO YOU KEEP MAKING THIS WORSE

Okay I'm annoyed actually. The waitress slips, akutagawa calmly scoops her up AND all the things she was carrying and asks if they're all okay and you're telling me kuni nearly pulled a gun and started thinking about bloodlust when there was literally zero of that happening. If anything THIS was a better clue of who he is as a person than the fake bomber and kuni's all ohhh he's so VIOLENT. I'm like? Am I reading the story I'm supposed to be reading?? WHAT about this was violent. He showed great control and reflexes and care for the waitress and the ada members, fight me. His drive for justice is heavily skewed because of the life he's lived. Like. He HAS one it's just not for police-justice because that doesn't exist in the FUCKING STREETS

Why does fukuzawa look so sad here who hurt him

Why does the ada treat prospective hires like they must be executed for failing

Wait no this means atsushi's showing up soon. I'm going to go do literally anything else because seeing im is going To Make Me cry

…and im back bc roadtripwithlucifer gave me sad eyes. Why do all of you want me to cry.

Two guys just had their heads blown off and i am so tempted to insert another image into this shitshow because there's a tiny little guy in the back going 😮 and its taking me OUT

"Stop firing," because your aim sucks, "switch to armor piercing," how is that going to help the shitty aiming though

HOLY SHIT. H O L Y S H I T. Holy FUCKING FUCK?? The tiger?? Oh my god. Okay. Well. That guy's. Very dead. But also. The TIGER LOOKS SO GOOD shut up im ignoring that he's eating people it's fine it's not fine oh my god he bit the fucking head off??

No im back on but how did they draw the tiger so good actually. Because like. That's not a Tiger. That's a beast currently wearing the form of a tiger and i can't quite pin down WHAT it is that makes it look that way. Maybe the weird angles and the eye-glint. How did that big fucking cat just disappear. Every single person in this room just pissed themselves. Am definitely not meant to be delighted but I am.

Oh. Ohhh the guy yelling ordersss and then it pulls back to show he's alone because atsushi already got everyone else. Holy fuck. Chills

CAN ATSUSHI SPEAK AS THE TIGER IN THIS. IS THAT WHAT IM FUCKING SEEING. ATSUSHI CAN S P E A K AS THE TIGER?! Oh. Ooooh. That's. Oh fuck me. Why isn't that everywhere. Wait no the guy gets his light up and it's human atsushi!! The phantom of the tiger is what he was seeingggggggg bc he COUDLNT SEE HIM IN THE DARK. Oh my god. The legend literally preceding him. That was SO well done actually!!! Screaming!!! He lets the last one see him coming,,, i'm drawing so many parallels to tiny akutagawa in my head right now. Atsushi's so SMALL in that coat. Half-lidded eyes, exhausted, dead-eyed. The running eyeliner?? Was a CHOICE. Grabby hands why is he wearing eyeliner and can we get canon atsushi to try it out please. He's so fucked UP and I am WEEPY

The weepy is worse now. Pg108, okay, atsushi's shadow. That's— that's akutagawa's canon silhouette. Hands in pockets, high collar, fluffy hair.

That's. The ghost that should be in this position. Okay. Fuck me sideways

Atsushi why are your bangs still like this. Am i focusing on that so I don't focus on his eyes? Yes. Yes i am.

SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING okay OKAY. TWO FINGERS. He uses two fingernails, barely touching, to tear the man's throat out. Breathing into a PAPER BAG. The precision, the knowledge, the way this has been beaten into him because LOOK AT HIS FACE he's so fucking disassociated oh my fucking god. Dazai's perfect little assassin indeed. And to get it he only had to break him no biggie, definitely better than akutagawa right. (Literally never letting this go what the fuck was that whole spiel EVEN supposed to mEAN. You did the same thing to both boys! You made yourself their whole purpose!!CHEWING ON THE WALLS)

..every single day someone's trying to murder dazai? How bad of a boss is he honestly because it seems like folk don't really try to go after mori that often but EVERY DAY someone's after dazai?? Dazai what are you DOING in those towers

Okay so did he not cut his throat. Did he just dramatically nick him.

"He was death itself gently descending…" gently??? Also look more dehumanization of sskk by literally everyone

Im so sorry but Bad Guy went HEH WE HAVE BOMBS and im laughing

Im laughing not at all now that atsushi's holding himself and talking about how he's afraid of pain and being hurt and death, and how death can't find him if he is death, and he's standing there so small and hunched into himself with eyes that have seen far too much and cry more often than they're dry.

contrasted directly with his eyes on the next page, where the smudges resemble tiger stripes, and he's not small and sad anymore, he's a predator

Can i kill him? KYOKA????? Oh my fucking god KYOKA?! IT IS KYOUKA SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP oh my go shes so fucking young. She looks like a ghost. This man is fully losing control of his bowels

THE BOSS SAID LET ONE LIVE. but he almost hurt you im. I can't. I CANNOT. Dying over the guy being like oh my god its the girl who killed 35 people!! Like my guy i think there are more than that dead literally right next to you. But MORE IMPORTANTLY

Atsushi standing beside kyouka. They're both so hollowed out. They're both so wrong. They're so young and i keep saying that and I WILL keep saying that they're babies THEY LOOK LIKE THEY RAN OUT OF TEARS but they stand so close because everything's terrible. What the FUCK

"She did betray the mafia," "I came back for him," what if I walk off a cliff. Kyouka baby. Ohhh im gonna cry, that's the only panel so far where atsushi's eyes are clear and there's no streaks beneath them. I CAME BACK FOR ATSUSHI and atsushi's eyes are BRIGHT and pretty. How is this allowed.

…only to have atsushi be drawn with a skull for a face right after. I am a MESS. What the fCUK the wing is back angel of death etc etc he's so fucking scared all the time

Why are you giving your name up so easy. Do you not even have a connection to it anymore? Have you divorced yourself from the idea of being human so much that the name is jibberish?

Seriously though i went back and I still wanna know why we get the throat pinch and then a dramatic dark line. Wait no im dumb it's probably motion blur of him removing his hand as another 'I could've taken your throat' skldjfagh

Fuck you he was the goddamn tiger. The fucking COLLAR.

The way Atushi's eyes go to pinpricks when hirostu shows up. Crying. But also tachiharaaaa!! KYOUKA AND HIROTSU TRYING TO TAKE CARE OF ATSUSHI and atsushi's not letting themmmm because what if dazai has more for him to do which makes me think of canon aku snapping open the phone to be like what's next and thanks!! I hate it!! "I'll never betray his orders he saved me" NO WRONG but also!! How is 'take five to stop bleeding' BETRAYING ORDERS ATSUSHI

Dazai what the FUCK did you DO

Oh my god the whiplash of going back to oda Jesus Christ. But also oda beloved by the elderly? Adorable. I just yknow. Still caught on the fucking pit of despair atsushi's in

…no one can make sense of oda's expression. No one can make sense of akutagawa's expression. They're sitting there like two peas in a very autistic pod I love them

"You been eating good," okay how long has he been hanging in the dorm. Like. A day.

squints aku what stupid shit are you thinking that oda's premonition is you cutting his head off. I can't take this seriously. He's. He's still bowing. And trying to stab oda. Just? To see if he can?? What?? Cackling. Having the time of my life. Oda's playing. Barely even moving. Kuni's losing his shit. Tanizaki probably threw himself out the window.akutagawa you're ridiculous you LIKE the cafe you could've waited until you were NOT IN the CAFE with NICE FOOD.

Anyway oda+aku perfect comedy duo

'When i picked him up we were attacked," wait what. Or do you mean when HE attacked. Wheezing. What.

Akutagawa looking so serene, "i am very lucky," while literally trying to take oda's head off and being stopped by a SPOON. This is wonderful I'm staying in this scene because it's silly

LIFE WOULD BE EAISER IF MY FOES WERE ALL IN TRAINING ROOMS. Im keeping him in my POCKET

Kuni's having a stroke, meanwhile oda's calmly like I picked up this insane kid because he wants to kill a couple people i want this scene from tanizaki's pov it woud just be screaming

"let's go introduce him to ranpo!" Ranpo's going to be a brat

Kunikida: are you forgetting something

The cafe: trashed

Im going to lose my mind

Yeah. Yep. Called it. Moment of levity before we're back in port mafia torment nexus with atsushi.

Chuuya. Oh. Nope, don't like that at all. Dazai sitting there smiling like that makes my stomach roil honestly. He knows how fucked everything is. Most insane man in the universe.

Christ he really did make chuuya into his dog here didn't he. Do NOT like chuuya snapping at atsushi one biiiit.

His head is mine to take, chuuya says right after snarling and nearly flattening atsushi for getting too close. Right. Okay. Skk is the extra fucked up flavor of sskk in here. Like. Canonically. This is a real thing. What the fuck am i reading.

Oh the tiny smile when atsushi reports he did so good at murder. He did his job like a good boy. Im going to be ill.

Oh fuck ME he drops aku's name?like atsushi should know it. And when atsushi's like ?? He brushes it off. I am SICKKK.

Slit pupil atsushi—

LIKE A CALM LAKE he says IVE NEVER FALTERED SINCE THAT TIME. He's trying to reassure dazai he's being GOOD and Dazai immediately triggers him. Wow. Okay. Okay. I knew he was conditioned but like this is brutal. Akutagawa retained some semblance of self; he snaps and snarls and argues even while desperate for dazai's gold star. But atsushi… atsushi's lost entirely.

GIN. Fuck does SHE KNOW what this ass wants with her brother?? Does she think he's HELPING somehow? Gin i know you've been like brainwashed to hell and back but Christ girl atsushi is having a breakdown at your feet and im not sure how you see your brother as the bad guy

Especially since we cut to that brother attempting to put together a window he broke while looking like he's got cotton between his ears. Tiniest little silly goose of a man. Two toothpicks wide.

[circular-bircular]

hello! im currently questioning whether I am disordered or not. I was wondering if you would be willing to share your experiences if you're comfortable or maybe share some good resources about what its like being disordered because im really lost rn. this blog is great btw! take care of yourself <3

Hey there! Glad you enjoy my blog, sorry it took a bit to get to this. This is the first night in like a month that I have any free time whatsoever (and that's cause I'm putting off grades, lol...)

I hope you don't mind a bulletpointer on this one!

Disordered experiences...

Firstly, I cannot overstate how fucking everything about me is impacted by trauma. Physical health? I get sick more often because my body has fought as hard as it has to survive -- it's an actual thing that traumatized people get physically sick more often. Mental health? Shit. Depression's comorbid, anxiety is comorbid, and I've even seen discussions about the connections between autism and DID, and those two do not mix well in me. All of my everything is constantly fucked.

I cannot goddamn sleep. Sleep is a goddamn hellscape. I run from somewhere between 2 to 6 hours of sleep most nights, and have to take plenty of naps just to survive. That makes it next to impossible some days to get the energy I need, or if I did get enough nappies, to get the free-time I need.

In terms of my actual DID... Amnesia is the biggest one. I constantly have gaps. I have to write every single thing down. I have plenty of accomodations, sure! But even those fail from time to time, and then it's just a spiral. Like, today at work, I had a surprise meeting I did not write down, because I just forgot to. I forgot about the meeting until 10 minutes prior, when I got an alert in my email about it. This meant I skipped lunch, and had to try and focus without having eaten since 9am. This made my day harder, which led to...

Dissociation!!! God fuck. It's so hard to focus sometimes. I am so spaced out. Today was one of those days where I had to cling to my phone for survival and grounding. Not the healthiest coping mechanism, but it's better to be writing posts on tumblr during class than forgetting I'm in class at all. And none of the kids snitch on me -- just get a little pissy if I don't call on them quickly enough.

Trauma flashbacks. Ough. If I get stuck in one, goodbye ability to think for awhile. It's been happening more and more frequently at work lately, so there goes my 30 minute lunch spent in the bathroom forgetting I exist because I feel like I'm going to my parents house after school.

That ties into paranoia. I have to convince myself more often than not that, when I get home, my abusers won't be there. I'm 26 and haven't directly lived with them in 3 years, and I cut them off close to a year ago. I still wake up thinking they're breaking in.

That's about all I can think off quick, off the top of my head. Basically... owie owie my brain is a big ol bruise.

[goosehaver]

posting a lot today but idrc. im having fun.

i also made these. i actually made the tcw one a while back but on shitty string, just replaced it with stretch cord.

i got the materials cheap from joannes (rip) as well as several colors of fleece i'm excited to use for plush projects. it feels so nice to be excited about something creative again, however small it might be.

personal ramblings under cut (mentions of needles, medical context, talk of bloodwork and such, medications)

fun fact: that little dot on the back of my hand is from the iv. my other arm is all bruised up from the previous one and multiple failed attempts. ive actually had to have blood drawn/and iv placed 4 times (i think?) in the past 2 weeks, not counting the individual pokes each time. mostly from the gallbladder situation, but i also had my hrt checkup in the middle of all that. good thing i'm used to needles. still hurts, but it's not scary. i used to be terrified bc of a really bad experience, but literally every time since, regardless of pain and struggle, has been great in terms of the people doing it. that first time i think they were just inexperienced and kinda aggressive and i was already rlly scared (16 and had never had bloodwork) so it was kinda traumatic. but now i'm not ever nervous about it anymore. maybe a little about them being able to get it (ive had to be sent to other labs bc the staff just couldn't get my veins) but that's it. also, i found out it is, in fact, genetic. from my father. knew it wasn't my mom's side bc both she and my brother have "pipes" as she call them (she's a certified phlebotomist so she'd know). idk why he never mentioned it before since ive told him abt my issues, but im not surprised.

and for once i have all my prescriptions in order. ive had trouble with shipping (fuck that noise, i went back to the physical pharmacy) and insurance, but this time, i have all my shit. i was worried abt having to pay extra for the lexapro bc of an insurance denial, but ig they changed their mind? and with everything going on rn i was also worried abt hrt, but that seems to also be fine. probably helps that the pharmacist is also a trans guy (what a neat coincidence, and also lucky bc that means no bs denials). i think he did my covid shot? cool guy. and the weird "state policy" shit with the ritalin seems to be over, too. which, i can live without it, but having it is a big help. and, after being lost for like a month in transit, i did eventually get that lost bottle of lexapro. which leaves me with an emergeny supply. super glad abt that bc withdrawals are legit one of the worst feelings ive ever had, next to the gallbladder pain (apparently they say its comparable to labor pains? thats wild but tbh i dont doubt it. that shit was insane. im so glad i dont have to deal with that anymore).

well. didnt mean to write a whole essay there, but i actually think this is good for me. like a journal. maybe ill make a tag just for the ramblings, so folks can filter if need be, bc i actually think im gonna keep it up. its kinda fun. never wanted to do physical journaling bc i hate writing tbh, and my handwriting sucks. plus it always seemed like a chore, since its like a scheduled everyday thing usually. didnt appeal to me. but this is nice actually, getting my thoughts out. ok thats all for now. if u read this you're cool. have a nice day, or if u cant, hang in there.

🦢🪿🦆

[dollivication]

royal harem! V scenario rubs hands together

I think v would leave you anonymous messages/letters, leaving them on your bed or desk while your out. And for a while they got through to you, during lessons you keep telling v about the beautiful hand written letters you had gotten, remarking on the penmanship and eloquent writing. Now V's never been one to have a massive ego butttttttt your praise was making him reconsider his greatness

His letters are mostly just romantic, talking about your beauty and how enchanted he is with you. How he yearns for you. And as he gets more descriptive it gets more freakayy. Letters upon letters of how he'd ravish your body and savor the image in his mind. Until you remark one day that the letters stop appearing. Internally he's shocked, frustrated. Did his familiars fail him? There's no way. He decides upon delivering it himself and waiting for you to receive it. He won't allow his feelings to be denied.

And so he does, placing the letter on your desk, wrapped up with a bow. Ordering Griffon to remain outside the windows till they see what happens to the letter.

When v sees griffon within the hour he's confused, user hasn't even gone back to their room yet so what-

"that vergil guy got rid of it."

"got... rid of it?"

"yup! Threw it straight in the trash."

The next day when you saw v he had multiple cuts and bruises, while vergil has a torn sleeve.

IDK IF THE ENDING IS IN CHARACTER I DON'T WRITE FOR V NORMALLY BUT I FELT BAD NOT INCLUDING HIM SOMEONE WHO LIKES V MORE WRITE THIS LITTLE FREAK BETTER

this also got really long, time for me to actually write some one shots for these little freaks!!!!!!! 🌀🌀🌀🌀

IM LEVITATING IM GIGGLIGN OH GOODNESSSJSJRJF.;… AND DW !!! I LIKE THE THOUGHT OF THEM BEAYING THE SHIT OUT KF EACJ OTHER LFMAOAO

THE LETTERS??? GETTING DIRTIER AND DIRTIER?? HE SSO NASTAY… I NEED HIM I NEED HIM!!!!!! his letters are literally erotica on their own.. blud DEFINITELY gets a little horny while writing too, thinking about yur reaction to his less-than-normal desires, not even knowing it was V… LAWD!!

BUT VERGIL.. THAT STRANGE CRITTER! he’s literally silencing V >:( like those letters are for YOU not HIM!! … i laik to think V tried being civilized with vergil at first!! maybe trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.. until vergil makes it pretty obvious that it’s all a deliberate attempt in stumping his progress with you LMFAO

don’t let them be in the same room with you.. constantly going to trying to subtly 1 up each other now that they know each other’s (similar) intentions. bless ur soul 🌀non ur cooking so HARD mfmfmehsjfkgghhh..;,,

[leohunter2020]

" Restraining me? what do you think you are?" he said chuckling. " that right there, even tho he is a pure peace of shit, is my son. You have no say in what i do with or to him" the man argued, his blood was starting to boil, what was this asshole trying to come between him and his son? he was not okay with this. It had felt so good to finally get his anger out again, he just needed more time with him.

" zaya please just.... get out of here" he said. Purely trying to make sure Isaiah wouldnt get hurt, trying to get him out of this situation. To leo that was all that mattered, leo was used to taking this. It was extra bad so far, more than usual but it was probably because it had been so long. " i know" he then said more quietly as isiah told him a father shouldnt treat his son like this. Leo however was desperate at this point to make sure his husband wouldnt get the same treatment as his father gave him. Isaiah however did seem to have the upper hand so maybe he should just let Isaiah do his thing, Leo thought.

" oh he so is a punching bag, wonderful one cuz he just shuts up, he dosnt fight back, its perfect" he told isiah trying to make him fume even more " and when i remove his pants..." he said with a grin knowing it would not leave Isaiah happy

" dude, rough much? " Leos father then commented as Isaiah pinned his chest against the wall. " you know, your husband likes it tight, like that, he also likes it rough, keep that in mind," he said as Isaiah cuffed him and then he just laughed.

From there Theo took charge of the man. " you all good from here? want me to just take him out of here and to the station?" Theo asked Isaiah figuring the both of them really just wanted him out of their view and behind bars.

"evidence? yeah right, good luck loser" he said. He knew he was fucked at this point, but he could not act like it in front of this man, no way. He could not show he had lost

Leo really didnt mean to, but he flinched at Isaiahs touch, Isaiahs hands on his hips didn't feel like before. His body was in total defense mode. Every touch was unwelcome and unwanted at the moment. His body was back at the place of origin, where hands on his body meant bad things, his mind was stuck in that mode in this house. Leo knew Isaiahs touch was safe but his brain didn't let him feel it, his brain only sent out signals to defend himself. He hadnt flinched at Isaiahs touch in so long, but he couldnt help it right now. His kiss didnt feel warm like usual. Leo was scared and hurt and wanted to go home. Feeling his husband's hands on his cheeks made his head move backward a bit but it didnt take too long for him to warm up to it and not try and move away " i cant let him hurt you, i cant let anyone hurt you, im here to protect you. and you didnt fail me" he argued. Just like Isiaah, Leo would always try his best to keep his husband safe.

Leo looked at his husband, one eye swollen and blood from the cut blocking what little sight there was left in the eye. his breathing was rather shallow. As he tried focusing on Isiaah, he could feel his vision become more blurry with every second, a hand moved right below his ribcage, it hurt so bad he couldn't take it much longer. Leo wasn't one to complain about pain, he always acted tough and it tended to be hard to get him to admit he wasnt okay. But right now everything hurt and he knew he wasnt okay and wouldnt be if he didnt say anything about it. He however was starting to feel really lightheaded, everything was closing in on him and the only way he knew how to express his pain was by answering the question he asked people in the field about their painlevel. " Nine....Zaya, nine" was all he got out before everything went black. his feet didnt hold him anymore, he was out cold

The back of his shirt was covered in blood spots from where the belt had broken the skin. In front there wasnt much to see on the outside, other than bruising under his ribs on the left side, if the shirt was removed. His father had kicked him hard multiple times and managed to break his lower ribs, which had made its damage and he was bleeding internally.

Isaiah watched his husband somehow get up from the floor even though he could see he was in an immense amount of pain that he was in. Leo got his father's attention and told him to focus on hitting him instead. Isaiah shook his head from side to side, pressing a hand to Leo's chest to stop him from going any closer to his deadbeat, piece of shit father. "You even fucking think about laying your fucking hands on him again and I'll have you on the floor within seconds. I'm restraining your ass right now."

He looked over his shoulder at his husband who now had a big open cut right above his eye which was still pouring. Isaiah needed to get that checked for him very soon. "You shouldn't have to be fine, Leo. This isn't how a father should treat his own son." Isaiah's father wouldn't dream of hurting him like that. Leo's father was an asshole. "Your son is not your punchbag. He isn't your thing to take all your anger out on."

Theo, Isaiah's ex co-worker and back up for today, came storming into Leo's childhood bedroom without any warning ready to arrest the man that Isaiah was currently holding back against the wall. Leo's father's hands raised as Theo pointed his gun at him. Isaiah grabbed the man's wrists, turned him around, and pinned his chest against the wall with probably more force then was necessary.

He took the handcuffs from his co-worker and quickly wrapped them around his should be father in laws wrists tighter than he would most peoples because it'd hurt. "Mr Thompson, you are under arrest. Anything you do say will be used against you. Any damage caused to anyone or anything will be put against you in the law of court." His hand tightened on Leo's fathers shoulder as he started to push him towards Theo so that his co-worker could take charge and do his job.

Isaiah wrapped his arm around Leo's waist as he walked up to his husbands side. "We'll give all the evidence we need to make sure you won't hurt my husband again." Isaiah leaned in to kiss Leo's temple - ready to check him over and get him all clean. His hands gently pressed to his husband's cheek as he looked at the cut over his eye. They were going to have to get it sorted as soon as possible to not get it infected. "Baby, please don't ever try and take a hit for me. I don't want you getting hurt anymore. I'm supposed to be the one that protected you. I failed you again tonight." Isaiah could see the damage on his husbands skin and it made his heart ache. Hopefully, now that Leo's father was locked up for at least a while, he could learn everything he could learn to protect him in the future. He didn't expect Leo's parents to rush into the house and go straight upstairs.

[ben-pincus]

Hey how are you?

May I request some angst to fluff(Reagan ridley x reader) where Reagan is badly injured and reader takes care of her and they both catch feelings?

zoo wee mama took a break from writing inside job there because I was a bit sad my sillies got cancelled but this hot chocolate is making me write again lets go!!!1

"you gotta hold still, man.." you brought the alcohol wipe to the gnash on her forehead again, surprise surprise, she flinched back.

"ow!! fuck!!" she winced.

"we could take a break? I just don't want it getting infected, is all." you sat back on the office chair, spinning it around while looking at her office.

you two had come back from a mission that failed, which resulted in reagan getting injured and you only having a few scrapes and bruises.

"just- just fucking get it over with!!" she groaned, frustrated as she felt blood trickle down her forehead again.

"shit.." you pulled down your sleeve over your knuckle, using it to wipe the blood off her forehead.

she was confused by this, why would you ruin your perfectly good top for her??

"right, it's gonna sting like shit. again. you can hold my hand if you're up to it. I know it helped me when I was younger n' getting injections n' all that shit.." you extend out your hand, your palm facing up as you waited for her to hold it.

she didnt hold it, yet.

but when you put the wipe back up to the gnash, she grasped onto your hand and squeezed for dear life.

"we're almost done, just a bit more."

you were being so gentle with her? why? she hasn't been that nice to you. she doesn't even remember talking to you that much.

"now! done!" you leaned back, taking the bandages and wrapping them around her head, cutting it off and tying it where it needed to be tied.

"you'll look like you just came out of hospital, but it's better than actually being in hospital, right?" you cracked a smile, closing the first aid box.

"uhm. yeah. yeah." she wanted to say more, thank you! would you like to go get a coffee sometimes? even though my social skills are fucking horrendous?, but her mouth remained closed.

you cleared your throat, "just, come back to me in 2 days to change the bandage. or if it rips. 'kay? I'll see ya round." you smiled at her before exiting her office.

safe to say, she definitely ripped it just so she could see you again.

"I dont like them!! sure, they make me feel like im dizzy every time I see them, and yeah, maybe I get nervous and stutter when im around them, and-"

reagan was greeted with knowing stares by the rest of the gang,

"-oh shit."

[suiana]

Tw: rape, assault, a gun, fighting, yelling, and just overall a traumatic experience

Oh by the way all the diologs are translated from Spanish :]

Ok it was a normal tuesday, I was happily at work fixing up a small gift of flowers we weren't gonna use , and give it to someone v e r y special when all of a sudden, 3 men come RUSHING into the store.

I of course get starteled and let out a yelp. Then they hear me and start trying to make small talk with me all about how "The plushes and whatches here are so expensive that they probably cost half your salary!"

Cue weird ass laughter from them.

So I'm starting to get really uncomfortable because I was alone with these weird people. That's when the first one breaks and gets a (fake) lilac tulip from the gift I had almost finished.

He asks me "How much for this?"

To which I tell him "Oh these flowers are not for sale, they are apart of an arreglo for someone"

He gets visibly frustrated and says "Well I want it so how much for it"

I state again "It is not for sale sir, so please choose something else"

He then tells me "I want the flower and your number"

The others chime in saying stuff like "You're so lucky he likes you" "She's so cute we could just take her out right how" "She seems really weak" "she won't put up a fight"

I begin to become a bit afraid so I write down my old number (that's no longer in use) on one of the buisness cards we have on display at the front desk to slide to him and procede tell them "If you're not going to buy something that is for sale or place an order please leave sir"

The man then takes the card, shoves it in his pocket, and walks around the desk to my side. Keep in mind thoughout all of this I have a pair of scissors at arms reach and a pen in my hand.

He yanks me by my hair and covers my mouth, and begins undoing his pants while the other two guys start to grab some stuff.

I let out a blood curduling scream and start trying to fight back, but it all happened so fast that before I knew it he was moving onto my shirt trying to cut it open with a little navajita that he had. He did manage to rip it half way and cut me a little in the process

I stab his arm with the pen and rush to grab the scissors. He grabs his arm and yells to the men to get me.

They had their hands full with stuff so they (thankfully) couldn't grab me then and there.

I run out to the street screaming for help. Out there are a total of like 15 people out and about. The cowboy next door hears this comotion and grabs his gun and comes out to see people recording me getting beat up by 3 men and them cuting my clothes off.

I am FIGHTING for my LIFE whilst everyone aroynd is on their phones telling the men to either stop or hit me harder. I am in the process of being draged back into the store all bloody, bruised, crying, and squirming to get out of their grip.

The cowboy shoots one of the men in the leg who was trying (and failing miserably) to remove my binder he beings shouting and screaming in pain, and afterwards the cowboy starts fighting to other two.

I grab the shop's phone and call the police. It takes them like 2 minutes to respond (wow thanks athorities) and another 30 minutes to get there when the station is like 10 MINUTES WAY MAX!!

Though out all of this, one of the men escapes the cowboy, stealing his gun and running to me, he grabs my and points the gun at me.

The yells "O TE VAS O LA MATO ALA VERGA"

Which is just saying "or you leave or im fucking killing her"

The cowboy says "Dont hurt her!"

I'm trying to escape this man's horrifingly strong grasp, and in the mist of this I bite his chest man titties. He yelps shock. (I did make him bleed a little at the cost of losing two braces)

I get shoved to the ground and hit my head on some broken glass that was caused by the men droping shit.

I'm bleeding from my head and he grabs his navaja and slices my binder off bit by bit whilst the cowboy is forced to whatch this go down finnaly being restrained by the other two.

We're all yelling, I'm overwhelmed, my top half is out in the open for anyone to see, there's a man ontop of my trying to rape me, a random ass cowboy is trying to save me, my makeup is absolutly ruined, my head is spinning and driping with even more blood, and the police are taking forever to get here.

This mother fucker then moves onto my hands and tying them up with his belt so I stop hitting him.

I at this point almost accept defeat. But no I couldn't just let him get his way!!

I'm far too stuborn for this!

I CAN'T let him!

No!!!

And I didn't.

I kicked.

I screamed.

I hit him with my elbows.

I did everything in my power to stop him.

Until the police arived at last.

And with all my might, I kicked him in this crotch once again. That was until they pulled him off me.

They rushed me and the cowboy to the hospital and kept us there for idk how long anymore. I was close to dying. Having lost so much blood

My mum was called, and my sister took them to see me.

They were hysterical.

I had to tell them to be quiet. Everything hurt by that point.

The doctor said I was almost ok. Nothing serius go damaged. But I needed a blood transfer. My boss was also called by my mum and she said she would pay for everything.

The police had to remove my family from the room so they could question me before everything. And I told them everything.

The doctors were outside telling my family about the blood and how they could not find anyone to donate at the moment so I was probably not going to make it unless one of them did.

So while my family was deciding who, my sister stood up and said she would. She was taken to be tested to see if she would be able to. And she was. So they drew the blood and the rest is a blur.

When I woke up I was so afraid. I yelled my Lex's name. I screamed for my mum.

And with teary eyes they rushed into the room. My mum cried, and thanked god as my sister just stared.

She just look at my body. At the buised. The cuts. My face. She didn't say anything. She just cried. So that caused my to also cry.

She told my mother while I wad asleep that she could not bear the thought of her little sister going through this. Seeing me in a hospital bed a few steps fron death's door. It broke her.

We both knew in our hearts. That she was worried every second since that phone call. She would not say it to me. It is unusual for us to show afection to eachother. My mum always hated that. But that night I spent in the hospital, she never left my bedside.

When I said I couldn't sleep she c r a w l e d on the bed and joined me. I said "Ew wtf [insert her name] get off 👺" anf she didnt. She just huged me. And we fell asleep like that.

My mum even got a photo the next morning of us there XD

And yeah, that's the story of how I almost got raped and was a couple steps from death's door 😃👍

-De anon

bro that must be so traumatising are you okay now??? wtf those passerbys are shit why didn't they try to help??? bro if you ever want to talk or smth just message me because that must be fucking traumatic. I'm glad you're alright now though

[xxazura-leexx]

Oryx x Male reader

"As long you're always be with me"

Request by: @justagenderfluidstuff (I'm sorry i accidently deleted the request that you send in my box, i hope you dont get mad 😭🙏)

*This place take from Rainbow Six Siege Terrorist Hunt*

Characters: Saif "Oryx" al-hadid

Games/Movies: Rainbow Six Siege

Genre: Angst to Fluff

!!Warning!!: Bloods, slight Gore, Knife, Guns, Kidnapping, bruises

Summary: You're one of the operators in Rainbow and the lover of Oryx, But one day you got knocked out by unknown group...

°×----------------------×°

°(m/n) pov°

It was a normal day in Rainbow base, i was sitting on the couch watching tv with IQ and Dokkaebi, Suddenly Jager and Blitz came out from kitchen with some hot cocoa and foods on their hands

"Hey guys! We brought some drinks and foods i hope i didn't distrubing y'all" Blitz Snickered while placing the hot drinks and food on the table

"Thats fine, also did you know the news this days?" IQ saying, her eyes looking at four of us

"Huh? What's news?" Dokkaebi said, sipping her drink almost dropped it

"There was a terrorist attack in the bank, and alot of the people missing in the city so,Six mission us to killed from the White Masks and save the survivors" IQ said while eating the donut that on the table

"So, we gonna save them tomorrow?" I asked while drinking your drink

"Probably yes,some the operators has left on the mission so its seven of us will be tomorrow mission" IQ said, i get up from the couch and heading to my dorm in upstairs.

While walking to i dorm, someone was spying on me. Istopped anx took a look to the left and right.

'Huh maybe just my imagination' as i continue walking to my dorm, When i got infront of my dorm something was hit my head and i tried to scream but something cover my mouth and i begin to lost conscious. My body begin to hit the cold floor

"Boss we success to kidnapped him" an unknown person talking to phone

"Good, as soon you got here i want you to interrogate him" A voice from the phone speak as he soon closed the call

"Come on, grab the body and leave. We gonna get found out by them.

~Next Day~

°Author Pov°

The rest of the operators has back from their mission and getting back from their dorms

Oryx was heading to his boyfriend dorm, as he open the door it was quite and cold. He get inside the dorm looking for his boyfriend but failed.

"Guys! Have you all seen (m/n)?, hes not in his dorm" Oryx said while sweat coming from his forehead

"No, we saw him yesterday lastly before hes heading to his dorm" IQ said while fixing her gadget

"I think hes getting kidnapped." Everyone look at the source of the voice, it was Nokk. She was leaning against the kitchen table

"I saw hit got kidnapped by White masks and they take him from some where" She said while fixing her helmet

"Wes have to save him fast as we could, Oryx you're coming with us." Ash said, Giving a nod from the tall male while walking from the room.

~In the another place~

°(m/n) pov°

As soon i start to wake up from conscious, i felt my arms and legs got tied by ropes. As soon i saw a group of 6 people with whute mask covered their faces as the one of the point the gun at my head.

"Answer us the truth or you have to face your end here" He said with a gun still pointing at my head

"Bullshit!! Im not gonna tell it you morons- AHHHH!!!" My voice got cut off, as soon i look up one of White Mask pulled a knife and stabbed it to my legs

'Shit, it hurt like hell. These bastards gonna pay for it' in my thought, as i tried to talk again the White mask begin to punched me in the face as i hold myself

"TELL ME THE INFORMATION OF THE RAINBOW OR WE'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER HERE!!!" he said, while grabbing my shirt and start to punch me

As soon i feel dizzy, i heard a gun shot and a door slam. It was The Rainbow Team with My lovely Boyfriend,Oryx. As they killed the White Masks, oryx rushes to the door and kick it and finding me got beaten up badly by the one of the white mask

Oryx killed the man with a knife and untied me from the chair. "(M/n)! I thought they killed you, what happened!?" he start to panic at my sight as i place my hand to his chest "They just interrogate me to giving the information of Rainbow, but i refuse to" i chuckled as i see Oryx smiling and kisses my forehead.

"Now lets go back to the base and let Doc treat your wounds" he said and walking out from the room.

~After getting back from the mission~

°Oryx pov°

As soon we arrive at the base, i start running to the Doc Office and place (m/n)on the bed

"Is hes gonna be okay, Doc?" i start looking at him with worried looks. "Hes fine, but his left leg got injured and need to be treat it as soon as possible, so he need alot of rest from now on. And im gonna tell Six about the situation, now excuse me i have to leave now" Doc said, while walking out to Six office

I begin to sigh in relief while i look my boyfriend as he start to wake up.

"Uhhh.. W-what happened?" he asked, as he look around. "Nothing happened, you just got injured from the mission" as i stroke his head while looking at him with adore eyes

"Hey oryx can i ask you something?" he asked as i look at him with confused looks

"What wrong?" i said, his face begin to turn red and his mouth stutter to speaking "W-will you m-marry me?" he said while looking away with his red tomato face

My face got red and nervously to answer it but i tried "Yes. I-i will marry you and take you as my lovely husband" i said while grabbed his hand and kisses on top of it

"Promise me as i always be with you?" he said, as i hugged him and rubbed his back "As long you're always be with me" i said as i kisses him on the lips and both of us begin to fall asleep.

🌸He gonna be married the man the he loved, as long hes always be with him.

🌸•°The end°•🌸

I hope you guys like the fics of this writing, you can request me as long as you like ^^

[nikoruistyping]

I can't help it. please something with this scene. im sorry but your last fic it's just-💖💘💕💓

it doesn’t have to be exact same thing, just maybe that reader is always studying the weekends and Peter shows in her window with the intention of distract her, like taking her to see the city from above or something. <33

Study Break || TASM Peter Parker

TASM!Boyfriend!Peter Parker x Fem!reader​

Requested by: @redchrrys​

Summary: While studying hard for your very important Chemistry test Peter decides to swing by and convince you to take a small study break with him...

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Mention of Motion Sickness/Wanting to Throw Up, Mention of being in a High Up Place/Heights

Word Count: 2,031

A/N: This scene is literally the cutest thing ever and thank you for requesting it! I had lots of fun writing this and it truly warmed my heart T_T so much that I ended up using another scene from TASM2 in the second half of this fic!

Your head was halfway deep into the very thick chemistry book you were holding in your hands and you sighed turning the page, your eyes trying to scan over the information and hoping it absorbed into your brain for Monday's test. Just as your finger was about to turn the page you heard a knocking at your window. Your head shot up at the sound and you turned to look towards the window seeing none other than Spiderman on your fire escape, aka Peter Parker and also your goofy boyfriend. You couldn't help but have the biggest smile on your face, you immediately popped up from the caved-in spot on your bed that had become a personal studying nest and you flicked the latch on the window open and slid it up. You watch Peter clumsy as always fumble his way to get through the window and he fell through rolling onto your bedroom floor a grunt of pain coming from him as he hit his head on the corner of your dresser. You just giggled in response at the sight in front of you because who in the world would think Spiderman of all people would in fact be so aloof at times.

"You know next time maybe you should come in through the lobby." You said chuckling through your teeth while Peter laughed along with you as he rubbed the spot on his head that he hit and slowly but surely got up from the floor.

"Very funny Y/N but you know window entries are more my style." He says with a small smirk and you just blush as his footsteps get closer to you.

"I can tell, a very smooth entry on the way in." You shot right back at him and your hand went to touch the spot on his head that got hit, your fingers rubbing the spot through his brown messy hair that you personally nicknamed "Mask Head".

"So...what are you up to? I texted you while swinging, I'm not even joking I almost got hit by a bus," He asked a small wince coming from his lips as his hand touched yours and slowly pulled away your hand by the wrist.

"Peter, I told you I was studying this weekend. You know, big exam on Monday for Chemistry and I can't fail. Also, you definitely shouldn't swing and text I already told you to be careful with that." You huffed crossing your arms because you had definitely warned him more than once that he shouldn’t be swinging and texting at the same time because clearly, he gets too distracted.

"Oh shit! I totally forgot about that...wait then does that mean I gotta study too then-" His eyebrows furrowed and concerned.

"Yes Peter, we are in the same class but I'm sure you're going to do fine. You're the smartest person I know." You leaned in closer and placed your hand gently on his cheek, your thumb stroking over his skin where there was a small cut that was almost all healed up and a bruise that was slowly fading away.

"Really? You mean that?" He asked in a somewhat serious voice his tone still soft and almost a bit surprised to know how highly you thought of him sometimes, he just didn't want to believe it because of how insecure he could get.

"Of course, I do, although right now you are causing me to be distracted and I need to get back to studying." You say spinning around on the heels of your feet and walking in the direction of your bed so that you could plop down once more and continue to read and hopefully memorize all the information.

"Hey! Not so fast now." He declared shooting a web from his shooter and it had tethered to the waistband of your sweatpants, he pulled the string in his direction spinning you quickly into his arms.

"Peter..." You sighed but slowly but surely you gave in, pressing closer to him as his arms squeezed around you tightly, hugging you close.

"How about a study break? Come on, I know you want to," He said pulling away from the hug and looking into your eyes, his forehead pressed up against yours.

"Pretty, pretty please?" He said with the smallest but cutest pout on his lips, his head shook back and forth, nose nuzzling close to yours as his lips were just inches away from yours. How in the world could you resist his pout and his big brown puppy dog eyes, you just couldn't!

"Fine...I'll take a break but just so you know that if I fail this Chem test, I'm blaming you." You said with a sigh but a smile soon was on your lips again and you leaned in quickly to peck him on the lips, his hands gently cradling your head and lightly squeezing the sides of your neck.

"I don't see how you could fail when we got enough chemistry between the two of us as it is." A little smirk on his face giving you a playful wink.

"You're so corny Peter." Your eyes rolled at how cute but corny his joke was but that was one of the things you liked about him.

"Oh you might want to bring a coat...get's pretty windy where we are going." You pulled away from his grasp just for a moment to go over to your closet and sift through your clothes finding a trench coat and putting it on.

"And where are we going for this study break exactly?" You question, an eyebrow raised.

"Well if I told you that would ruin the surprise wouldn't it?" He slipped his mask back on, pulling it down and climbing out the window, turning around with his handing reaching out to grab yours.

"Ok, I'm trusting you Pete." You couldn't wipe the big smile off your face and you looked around your room once more and taking a deep sigh knowing that you would probably need to spend an all nighter studying more but resisting your boyfriend was an impossible task.

You grabbed hold of his hand and climbed through the window following him onto the fire escape.

"You know the drill darling, hang on tight." He turned his head towards you and immediately you felt his one arm wrap around your waist tightly, your body flushed up against his.

"I know, I know just please this time give me a warning before you-AHHHHH!" You started to scream at the top of your lungs as you felt the force of your body being lifted off the fire escape and now you were swinging with Peter in mid air over the heights of the tall buildings.

"Jesus Y/N do you want me to go deaf?!" Peter commented trying to focus and shot his webs tethering onto the sides and edges of buildings as the two of you bobbed and weaved through buildings across the city.

"Well what did you expect me to do?! You didn't even count down or give me a warning first!" You screamed back at him and you closed your eyes tight trying not to look down or worse get motion sick, the last thing you wanted was to throw up all over your boyfriend, that isn't a cute look. Flying up thousands of feet into the air was something you don't think you would ever get used to even though it was a common method of transportation for Peter to use when you needed to be somewhere in a rush or on time.

"That still doesn't help the fact that I can barely hear right now in my left ear! Just calm down Y/N-" He shouted right back, shooting another web and swinging around the corner and finally you had reached your destination.

"Peter! Don’t you dare tell me to calm down! I think I'm gonna be sick-" You said feeling your stomach churn but when you felt your feet hit the ground once again you were able to take a deep breath and you sighed in relief.

Peter wasn't joking when he said it was windy. You still clinged to him, your hands squeezing his shoulders keeping him close while you peeked through your eyes. Your eyes opened even wider when you saw the view from so high up. You were on top of the Brooklyn Bridge and the view of the city was breath taking (literally). The sun just about to set and the buildings reflecting an orange pink hue over the Hudson river. Lights all over the city started to slowly flick on until the whole city was lit up like a lightbulb.

"Oh. My. God. This is beautiful Peter..." Your voice trailed off in between breathes while you hugged him closer, your head resting on his shoulder, looking out into the horizon and how beautiful Manhattan really looked from this high up in the air.

"It's one of my favorite spots in the city, well besides the Empire State building," His voice soft and sweet, you could feel his fingers raking themselves through your hair.

"I love it so much, it was definitely worth the motion sickness. Thank you...thank you for bringing me here,” You said with a chuckle and you pulled away from him just a little bit so that you could peel away his mask, his hair messy and you held the mask tightly in your hand while your arms were wrapped around his neck.

"Peter...I love you so much." You whispered to him, you hands rested at the nape of his neck, your eyes meeting his while he pressed his forehead against yours. You nose brushing against his, hands gripping your waist to steady you.

"I love you too Y/N, you are always going to be my one and only path." He declared and it almost brought a tear to your eye. His lips were just inches away from yours and you leaned in on instinct, fireworks flying when you both kissed.

Your lips moved hungrily against his, your head turning slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. His hands drawing you closer as humanly possible while your hands crept up into his hair and tugging at it when his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. Before you could get too carried away you pulled off of him and peppered kisses all over his face, his cheeks, his nose and his jaw. You could feel him scrunch his nose and chuckle at how your kisses tickled. In that moment of perfection…you heard your stomach growl and grumble, you felt embarrassed clenching your teeth.

"Look's like my Spidey sense is telling me someone is hungry." Peter said with a laugh as you just buried your head in his chest, clutching the material of his suit in your hands.

"Guilty as charged. I was hoping that Spiderman would have some suggestions on where we can go grab a bite." You mumbled biting your lip trying to think of what exactly you were in the mood to eat.

"How about Joe's Pizza? I can even get us rooftop delivery. The guys there adore Spiderman so usually its free pizza." His voice excited over something so simple as pizza, you just smiled at the thought.

"It's a date then." You smiled up at him, feeling all giddy inside.

"I thought this was a study break-" He said raising an eyebrow and trying to hold in his laugh.

"Peter! Let's hurry up I'm starving, I don't have the stomach of a superhero you know." You helped put on his mask once more, temporarily shutting him up as you pushed and pulled it back onto his head.

"Have I ever told you that you're so bossy sometimes?" He said with a playful scoff and scooping you up tightly and quick before shooting a web and swinging off the edge without warning once again.

You screamed at the top of your lungs once more being surprised that the ground beneath your feet was once again swept from right under you and what was below was the busy streets of New York. As cars beeped and swiped by you both you cuddled closer into Peter's side closing your eyes and trying to go with the motions and hopefully soon you would be enjoying some well deserved pizza on the rooftop of some random building and taking a well deserved break from studying.

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[manjiroro]

BWAH Heya I hope you are in amazing health a request that I’m hoping you will do is Baji, Draken, and (Angry)Souya from Tokyo revengers with a s/o who’s personality is very similar to Cosmo’s from chainsaw man\|/🎃they always have a smile planted on their face with a happy go lucky attitude, if you can do it thank you but if you can’t I totally understand Have a nice day evening or night :D

s/o who is like Cosmo from chainsaw man

characters: baji, draken, angry

content: fluff, gender neutral reader

hiya! sorry for the delay! thank you for requesting and im doing alright! i actually just finished reading chainsaw man heh but i apologise if i got cosmo’s personality wrong!! i apologise if the characters arent accurate and i hope you enjoy it~! headcanons are under the cut!

b a j i

you never fail to put a smile on baji’s face

your happy go lucky attitude is just too cute for him to handle

if he’s in a shitty mood, he’ll just go to you and he instantly forgets about what made him so upset

he would show up at your house whenever he’s not in his best mood

once the door opens, he's immediately greeted with a "BAJI!" and a tackling hug from you

the both of you end up falling onto the ground but he can’t help but to smile at you giggling after you tackled him into a hug

he’s amazed at how you can always be in such a good mood

there was once where you guys were eating lunch when the waiter accidentally spills water onto you

baji was mad for you and was about to beat the shit out of him, but you just smiled at the waiter and told him that it was okay

baji stared at you in confusion, how are you not pissed at all?

he asked you and you replied, “its just an accident baji”

“yeah but now your clothes are wet!”

“then that just gives me a reason to buy more clothes!~”

i feel like baji will try to get you angry like he doesn’t believe the fact that you can never get angry. surely there must be something that will tip you off

so he starts experimenting

there was once where he tried ignoring you for a day but you weren’t affected by that

instead you kept pestering him by telling him about your day and what was on your mind

so much so that you didn’t realise he wasn’t responding to you

he gave up halfway throughout the day cuz he can’t resist your adorable ass

he’s still trying to find out what makes you angry but don’t worry

he won’t take things too far since he loves you to bits <3

d r a k e n

you always mange to cheer him up

just looking at your smile, his day is instantly made

there was a time where he met up with you after a fight toman had with another gang

he was covered with bruises as he laid on your lap, letting you treat his wounds

you were treating his wounds while smiling and he got confused

“what are you smiling at”

“at how cool my boyfriend is, hun, you’re covered in bruises but yet you don’t look bothered, you’re amazing!”

you said with wide eyes. draken swore he saw sparkles in them

he can’t help but to laugh at what you said as he reached up to ruffle your hair

you pulling onto him while getting excited over something is a daily occurrence

"KEN! KEN! LOOK!"

he turned to look at you tugging on his arm while jumping and pointing at the thing that made you so excited

"IT'S A PUPPY KEN!"

draken can't help but to sigh, this was the fifth time today that a dog has made you this excited

"we are at the park babe, dogs are a regular sight to see here"

he's also confused about how you never get upset

"babe, have you ever gotten mad before?"

you had to think for a moment

"hmm... nope! i never get angry!"

"what if someone pushes you?"

"if it was an accident then i'll forgive them"

"and if it isn't?"

"then i'll just get up and walk away!"

draken stared at you in disbelief, but that personality is what made him fall in love with you in the first place <3

a n g r y

many people think that yall are complete opposites based on appearance

and they tend to wonder how yall managed to get together in the first place

but really souya is a caring person and he loves you so much he will do anything for you

he fell for your smile and how you were able to light up the room just by stepping into it

he's used to seeing you constantly having a smile on your face but what he's not used to is you not showing any negative emotions

there was a time you guys were walking when a group of people were talking smack about your appearance

souya heard it of course and turned to face them

they immediately shut up and walked away upon seeing his face

souya then turned towards you, wanting to cheer you up but what he wasn't expecting was you smiling back at him

"are... you okay..?"

"yup!"

"are you even affected by what they said?"

"nope!"

with that, you skipped away, leaving him confused

but he will constantly check up on you even if you don't feel upset

he just cares so much for you and he wants to be there for you if you do feel upset one day

he loves how your smile manages to comfort him

if he ever gets into a fight and is on the verge of tears, he'll just go to you

you will always give him that warm smile and welcome him into your arms

you'll just talk about whatever was on your mind and run your hands through his hair

he's always intrigued at how you managed to make the most mundane tasks sound so interesting

he'll listen attentively to whatever you're saying while enjoying the feeling 

of your embrace <3

❥ masterlist

[gaiuswrites]

yoga!din thoughts:

they've been fucking around for awhile, but only in the studio. never beyond the studio doors, not even in the cramped, single-person bathroom across the hall. their relationship is purely physical—probably couldn't even consider it fwb. he likes her, is irritated by her, likes the smoothness of her pussy. she likes him, is fascinated by him, likes the rigidness of his cock. it doesn't go much further than that.

that all changes when they run into each other at the grocery store.

I-

christ on a cracker here we go. I’m ready to die now. Cause of death, yoga!Din oh NO-

This... I have no idea what any of this is, but Jess and I have been having a good ol’ time with it. I also want to give a shout out to Rachel for always being a rock in these unprecedented times and taking interest in this main man and I’ll probably be sending you similar messages for your masseuse au to torture you and im not even a little sorry about it

(warnings: SMUT, spanking, language, so pls minors, politely, go home thanks)

She always does this—why does she always do this? 

She drifts down the aisles with the practiced effort of a trapeze artist, juggling the load of groceries bundled to her chest.

Get a cart. Just get a damn cart—a basket, something.

But no. She doesn’t. It happens every time: she goes in for one item—maybe two—and two turns to three and three turns to four, and suddenly they’ve multiplied like rabbits and she’s got half the store in her arms.

Trail mix from the bulk bins, almond milk, coffee grounds, bananas, spirulina powder, those delicious chickpea chips that were buy-one-get-one—how was she supposed to just walk past that—spinach, tofu, zucchini noodles, salmon fillets—

And she nearly drops it all when she spots him. Dark hair, dark eyes.

She stalls out, puttering to a halt. He’s reaching into the frozen meats section, rifling through the various cold cuts. She’d recognize the yawn of his back anywhere, the slope of that broad plane— his arms too, how his tricep cuts across the tawny gold. The shapes they can make. 

The positions they can bend her into.

Maybe it’s best if she just turns around now, sneaks away, pretends like none of this ever happened—she could do that. That would be easy—the easier of the two options, to be sure, because the alternative sounds terrifying and messy, and maybe if she just backs up nice and slow—

Din wheels his cart forwards and glances up. Shit.

He’s not sure what he’s even looking at at first. His feet slow, and there’s a groove creased into his forehead, brow ticking down. She’s here— right here in front of him. How can she be here? How can she be anywhere but where he knows her best—knows her at all? Inside that room, woven limbs and sweaty skin on glossed wood floors. How can she be here—outside that sacred space—in his fucking grocery store?

They stare at each other. She breaks first.

“Hi,” she mumbles out, beguiling.

“Hey,” Din responds, gruffer than he means.

“Hi,” she says again, pressing her lips together to hide a smile.

A grin tugs at him too, but he tampers it; they let a silent, pregnant beat pass between them and then—

“What are you doing he-“ “Have you been here befo-“

They’re speaking over each other—nervous and out of step—and they share a huffed chuckle. They’ve never been this before. They’ve always been physical and brash and bold and they’ve never needed words—they’ve shown each other exactly what they meant and what they wanted through touch—and now, when they need them most, they’re at a loss.

“Just getting some supplies,” she answers him with a shrug, causing one of her many parcels to slip from the precarious tower she’s constructed, and Din, ever agile, catches it before it strays too far. 

“My hero,” she quips dryly, gratefully, as he carefully places the package of tofu on top of the heap. He makes a face, wrinkling his nose. “Is that stuff any good?”

“It’s an acquired taste,” she smirks.

He’s closer to her now, less than an arm’s length away, and Din’s eyes flit to the fading mark at the swallow of her neck, peeking up from the collar of her shirt— the mark he left there just days prior, when she ground down on him, supple frame speared by his cock, rocking frantic and needy up and down on him, whimpering hushed noises into the empty studio. His hand splayed the width of her back, cradling her to him as she rode Din, stretching around him fucking perfectly. 

“Fuck, this pussy takes me so well,” he seethed through a clenched jaw, her breasts rutting against his chest with each bounce of her hips. He growled. “You’re so - shit - you’re tight-” 

Din gave her ass a sharp smack before pawing at it, grabbing a fistful of the flesh there and she moaned— she fucking moaned, depraved and oaky, and knocked her head back, lips falling open and eyes rolling shut. Din groaned at the sight—this woman, this fucking thorn in his goddamn side—sheathed around him, writhing as he fucked up into her—and she had the audacity to moan like that. 

“You like that?” He slapped her ass again and she whimpered, clawing at him, tangling her fingers into his hair, nails scraping over his scalp. He had to resist the urge to shudder—snapping his mouth tight around a whine.

Normally, she’d meet him with some sort of resistance. She was cheeky and smarmy and they both knew it—it’s a game they played—perfectly balanced, perfectly opposed. But she couldn’t help it—she was too far gone, too fucked out, and the words unspooled from her lips like yarn. 

“Yes-yes—fuck, Din- please.”

That earned her another swift crack, the pillowed flesh prickling red from the sting of his palm, and it tore a guttural sound out of her, wrecking through her pretty throat. “God, you’re a filthy little thing. So f-fucking filthy for me-“ 

He ripped her orgasm out of her, his fingers snaked between their bodies, furiously working at her clit in tight, wet circles. It felt like a punch to his gut, as her pussy clamped down around him and gushed. 

When he finally came, spilling into her slicked cunt, he had to bite down on her neck just to keep from fucking shouting. 

He tears his gaze off the bruise, returning to her face—and it’s hardly any better. The corner of her mouth has turned up, just barely, the whisper of it wry and aching. That look—that infuriating, debilitating glint in her eyes—has settled and it makes his cock twitch against his jeans.

“Having a barbecue?” she asks, nodding to his cart, the beer and buns and patties there.

He clears his throat, “Something like that.”

Fenn insisted on it—’I’m not wasting the perfect weather. We’re all doing something, whether you like it or not’— He could only fight her on it for so long. Lesser men have tried and failed, and he knew it best to quit while he was ahead.

“Sounds fun. It’s supposed to be a beautiful weekend.”

“Yeah, so I hear.” Din has to fight the roll of his eyes.

The spell had been broken. They’d spirited themselves away—lying to each other and themselves—as if their tryst existed above consequence, above ramification—like they weren’t even real people. Just ideas, ideas they’d fuck and then suddenly and conveniently vanish—out of sight, out of mind; would disappear as the sun that set on them, blurring lines into the dark.

But he sees her here, clumsy willow arms and cotton tee and cut-off shorts and those beautiful fucking legs he loves wrapped around him so much, and she’s glowing despite the ugly fluorescent sheen cast up from the linoleum tile and—

It’s different. She’s different. Fuller. He knows her now—like this. And he can’t unknow her.

His throat bobs. Maybe he should ask her if she’s free. If she’s got plans. Maybe—

“I’ll see you on Wednesday then,” she says, something unreadable in her voice.

Din swallows. He nods. “Wednesday.”

Oh fuck, he likes her.

She tips her head to him, grinning something small, and shuffles off towards the register.

He watches her go, eyes following as she rounds a corner and slips away. She can feel them on her, his eyes, boring into her backside—all the way to her car, through the town, up to her driveway, into her kitchen where she cupboards her groceries—she feels him, the heavy heat of him, melting against her spine.

@djarinsbeskar @frannyzooey @pedros-mustache

[sxfik]

I have an idea!

Ok so we all know that Hanseo is abused by his big brother, and if i remember correctly, the jipuragi trio found out about it from the guillotine file for the first time.

Now hear me out, what if the jipuragi trio found out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, not from the guillotine file??

After failing to burn down geumga plaza, Hanseok threw that object at Hanseo, telling him not to dodge it, and it left a scar on his forehead. When Hanseo visited jipuragi, he seemed proud of that scar, right?? Because thats what he got from saving geumga plaza, and he hoped that the scar would show them that he wants to be on their side.

BUT lets forget about all those stuff for a moment.

Hanseok loves to strangle, threaten, and hit Hanseo with the hockey stick. It certainly happens more than once, so i figured that there must be a bunch of scars and bruises on his body right?? What if the jipuragi trio noticed one of his scars/bruises?? I know Hanseo always wear long-sleeved stuff, so its not exactly visible, but what if someone caught a glimpse of it??? Perhaps the scar/bruise was on his arm???

Maybe when Hanseo visits jipuragi, Vincenzo asks him to wash some coffee mugs, and as Hanseo is rolling up his sleeves...

"yo whats that on your arm??"

And maybe Hanseo is like "thats a bruise..? Do you not know what a bruise is??"

Okay, idk. I have no idea how he's gonna react if that happens. I just feel like Hanseo wouldnt be proud of his scars if he didnt get them from trying to save geumga/jipuragi people.

And now im just wondering, what do you think? How would Hanseo react, in your opinion? If the jipuragi trio really did find out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, how would that affect their relationship? Im really curious about what you think

Hhhhhhhh sorry if its too long. I just thought that this might be a good way for Hanseo and jipuragi to kinda get closer with each other...

han seo headcanons (part one)

helloooo, thank you for sending an ask in :D

SORRY this answer is super long and for some reason my phone isn't allowing me to add a keep reading cut thingy, apologies in advance to the amount scrolling you have to do

tw: abuse

i've been thinking so much about this ask and just how han-seo would react to them finding out, and honestly i never really took note of how many long sleeved shirts he wears. i believe han-seok has switched a lot more into emotional manipulation and abuse than physical abuse but he has a lot of anger issues. i'd honestly imagine him using han seo as a punching bag for any and every inconvinence that happens to him, even as an intern.

i also agree with you, han seo is someone who is a very bright personality who tends to hide his hurt and emotions, and he's very very good at it as he has been living under a psychopath his whole life. he's good at hiding his anger (although it definetly bubbles over in smaller outbursts) and especially his hurt (i.e. the scene that han seok throws that candle holder at him and he just smiles back). han seo has a lot of anger at himself for not speaking back or being able to act like himself. like in that scene in the office, you can tell as he curls his fist that he wanted to speak back so badly. even when he finally snaps against han seok, he said "i'm getting tired of being afraid of you." i feel like he'd be embarrassed that even after years, he hasn't been able to escape his abuse

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i feel like this scene and their dynamic would play out something similar to this:

han seo joined the team and has been working with vincenzo and cha-young for around a month. at this point han seo isn't walking on eggshells with both of them, he's a lot more comfortable and visiting their office regularly without choi/han/han seok finding out.

sometimes it's vincenzo and cha-young providing him books to study economics from, maybe even giving some brotherly/sisterly advice to him. every couple weeks, vin and cha-young give him quizzes and slowly, he's getting better and better

over time, he even got closer to the plaza residents (even though the residents were definetly cold to him in the beginning, miri scaring the shit out of him by doing her ghost thing, the lady with the lipstick from bye bye balloon staring him down, snack bar lady refusing to serve him, larry also scaring the shit out of him by doing his zombie routine)

but despite this, they adopt him into their family, han seo doing small errands for the residents, him buying the best coffee, food and getting camera equipment for the snack bar lady's son. han seo gifting the pawnshop couple with cute baby items etc.

(obviously he buys the most expensive shit bc he's still a rich boy, but they dont have to know)

(side note: he'd be fucking adorable with a baby, imagine him being the babies "uncle han seo" who gets them the best gifts !!)

even though he was comfortable with all of them, every once in a while his facade would slip.

every once in a while, someone would make a sharp movement towards him and he'd flinch. or if someone makes a quick step towards him, he'd back up and stiffen up on instinct

even if it was someone patting his back or just making a quick movement, he'd react on instinct from the years of abuse from han seok. but no one ever said anything about it if they noticed.

one afternoon after lunch, they were washing dishes, han seo on washing duty and cha-young drying and placing them back. and han seo was in his full sleeves and cha-young notices his sleeves getting wet

"yah, roll your sleeves back, by the end of this your whole sleeve will be wet! you know how uncomfortable those sleeves would be?"

"ahaha, it's alright noona, i'll be fine"

han seo tries to laugh it off, grining at her with one of his wide grins but there's something off about this one. but cha-young gives one of her patented glares and he rolls them up carefully, shielding his arms from her view, and continues washing the rest.

cha-young doesn't take note of his bruises at first, but noted the care he went through to shield his arms from her. his arms were posed almost awkwardly and he was on high alert

it wasn't until after they both finished and he was drying his hands that cha-young saw the massive bruises he had, climbing up his forearms and under the sleeves

he stiffens when he sees her stare, and quickly tries to cover them but she grabs them before he could hide it

she's completely quiet while she stares at his arms. after a moment, he speaks up

"oh i accidentally banged these against my doorway, they're just small bruises. it's go away in a couple days" he smiles at her again but she could tell from the way his shoulders were frozen and the wavering of his voice that it wasn't the truth

"did he do these?" she asked him, her face completely neutral and her voice barely a whisper. she's still looking at his forearms, her fingers ghosting over the bruises.

han seo just looks down and the silence is enough of an answer for cha-young. he walks away, embarrassed that she found out about it, even though his years of therapy told him that it wasn't never his fault, he still felt the shame and anger of not being able to break free.

he's quiet for the rest of the time, feigning tiredness and finding an excuse to leave the plaza

that night, it was just vincenzo and her working at the office late, in preparation for babel. cha-young's mind was still on what she saw that afternoon. abruptly, she stands up, her hand gripping the pen in her hand as she turned to vincenzo sitting at the other desk.

"did you know that bastard hurt him? he's been abusing han seo this whole time?" she asked vincenzo, her voice seething with anger

"i know."

"you know??? why didn't you ever say anything?"

vincenzo looks up at her from his stack of papers, setting his pen down.

"it wasn't my place. i picked up on it when he flinched when mr. tak reached toward him to place a hand on his shoulder."

cha-young sat back down then, her lips pressed together, and vin went back to his paperwork

"we should get him out of there. who knows what han seok would do in one of his rages?"

"couple nights ago, we went to drink makgeolli and i offered him a way out. i told him if he ever needs to leave, and if he's ready to leave, he has a place at the plaza."

"and is he? leaving that is?"

"no. he thanked me, but said that he needed to stay until his brother and his group crumbles to the ground."

cha-young let out a sigh, biting her lip, the worry on her face all too evident

"hong cha-young byeonosa-nim, we shouldn't baby him. jang han seo deserves revenge against his brother just like we do and the choice is ultimately up to him."

"i know. i just worry."

they stayed quiet for the rest of the night, working late but the topic never leaves cha-young or vincenzo's minds

the next day, han seo avoided her like the plague, not wanting to talk about what she saw yesterday

but while he was studying, she approached him, a glass of juice and a snack in hand, setting it next to him. she checked over his work quietly as he took a break and glanced at his arms, doing a once over just to make sure he didn't get any new ones.

"well done, han seo, you're doing well" she smiled at him and ruffled his hair and han seo let out a breath of relief and gratefulness that she hadn't treated him any different

from then, cha-young and vin only got fonder of han seo and han seo was pretty much adopted by them. after the battle and han seok is in jail permanently, he moves out of his apartment, and gets one closer to the plaza.

mr. nam would show him how the organization worked at jipuragi and put him to work, the paralegal grateful to have an extra hand around the office

eventually, even han seo grows an affection to the instant coffee and buys more for himself and his apartment

vin would take him shopping for suits, both rich boys obsessed with their sleek looks. they take cha-young with them once but she manages to sleep off at every shop they go to.

vincenzo also plays hockey with him regularly and the plaza invites him to plaza game nights. they get up to all kinds of mischief,

han seo loves spicy food, just like cha-young so they make it their mission to go to try every restaurant and compete to see just how much spice they can handle. obviously vincenzo doesn't even make it past the first round of the spice competitions but cha-young and han seo have the same competitive streak that keeps them going

han seo is also dropping hints to both of cha-young and vincenzo that they should get married. constantly teasing vincenzo about cha-young in the way only younger brothers do

obviously on one of cha-young and han seo’s days out, han seo drops hints CONSTANTLY, trying to get her to admit cha young likes vincenzo

and OBVIOUSLY she slips up, and han seo doesn’t let go of it

he does the whole younger brother teasing every single time he catches cha-young glancing at vincenzo at the firm

“cha-young noona and vin hyung, sitting in a tree. K I S S I N—” “HAN SEO!!!”

obviously chayenzo eventually get together but decide to keep it a secret (and of course, they were awful at it)

eventually when they reveal it to the office, mr. nam and han seo react like that one scene in suspicious partner (“quick, act surprised” “*gasp* you guys are together??????? we had no idea!!”)

han seo is basically adopted as a younger brother to both cha-young and vincenzo and even the plaza loves his presence and he gets to have a peaceful existence for the rest of his life

anyways han seo deserves a happy ending with a good family. he deserves a second chance with a family that LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM AND GIVES HIM CHOICES AND ALLOWS HIM TO BE HIMSELF. (and yes this covered more than just one scene but I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON HIM) as always feel free to add on :D

[danny-williams]

kiss it better

Coda to s2.6. yknow the one. it’s the boxing episode. Here’s a refresher if you’ve forgotten. Also im pretending that the final scenes w Joe never happened.

It takes Steve a while to notice, because the fight takes a lot out of him, and he’s almost dead on his feet by the time Danny pulls up in their driveway and ushers Steve in for a shower - but Danny’s mad at him.

Steve knows because he’s been keeping his distance ever since the boxing match. 

He didn’t grab at Steve’s chin to get a closer look at what is promising to be an impressive shiner underneath his eye (if the way his muscle is throbbing is indicative of anything), or thrust an ice-pack Steve’s way and demand he hold it against his shoulder. 

In fact, apart from insisting that he be the one to drive them home because you might have a concussion you goof, what if you lose consciousness at the wheel and then run someone over? Danny barely speaks to him.

Danny stands behind the rest of the team, all smiles and laughs and casual comments, but doesn’t look Steve in the eye. Not once.

The idea that Danny might be upset with him ping-pongs around his head, forcing him to replay the events of the day over again in his head, looking for a moment where something went wrong and he hadn’t noticed, something that forced Danny curl into himself and avoid Steve.

Try as he might though, he can’t think of anything.

Still, he can’t let the thought that Danny’s upset with him though, and after three failed attempts at sleep - he reaches on the other side of the bed, where Danny has his head nestled into the pillow and is snoring faintly; and prods Danny until he stirs. 

“What’s the matter? Did we catch a new case? Do the criminals on this island not understand the concept of bed-time? Unless it’s life or death, and I mean literal life or death Steven - it can wait until the morning. So this better be good.”

Steve opens his mouth to comment on the way Danny was snoring, a quippy thing meant to cut the tension, but what comes out is: “You didn’t check me over after the fight.”

Danny eyes, which were half-lidded from fatigue, are completely alert now - bright, and wide, and completely trained on Steve. It’s the kind of thing to make a lesser man squirm.

“I got hit, a couple of times actually. Got myself a shiny new bruise and everything,” Steve gestures just below his eye, “But you didn’t - you didn’t check me over. You always check me over, after I’m injured.”

“You woke me up in the middle of the night because I didn’t kiss your boo-boo better?” Danny asks, with a touch of incredulity in his tone, “This is low babe, even for you. If you wanted me to kiss you better all you had to do was ask.”

And yet, Steve notes silently, Danny makes no move to approach him. 

“That isn’t -” Steve grits his teeth in frustration, because he recognises that waking up his partner this late is questionable, and Danny is completely entitled to have something to say about it, “I don’t want you to kiss it better.”

Lie, the thought comes unbidden, before he can tamp it down, but he tries to let it not show on his face.

“I’ve gotten used to you looking me over when I’m injured,” he tries to explain, “You always do it. It’s a thing, with you, with us. I get myself injured, and then you loudly fuss over me and tell me all the ways I’m going to send you into an early grave.”

Danny’s silent for a couple of moments and then - 

“Yeah well, that’s when we’re on the clock. You wanna get injured on your own time? That’s all on you. I’m not touching that mess with a 12-foot pole.”

It occurs to Steve that this is bigger than he previously thought it would be, and he shuffles closer to Danny, trying to get a better look at him under the faint moonlight. 

“Danny, you know that me fighting tonight, that was for charity right? I don’t get my kicks out of having the shit beaten out of me.”

“Then you should’ve stayed down,” Danny says, louder than he probably meant to, because his voice reverberates around the empty room, “The first time you fell down, when I asked you to stay down, you should’ve stayed down.”

“Look, I get that we lead dangerous lives. That our jobs mean sometimes shit’s gonna go sideways. I hate it, but I even accept that your inherent Navy SEAL-ness means that you run headfirst into danger. Hell, half the time I’m right there with you.” Danny huffs, and he reaches out to touch the bruise developing under Steve’s eyes, but stops himself at the last second. His hand hangs there, right above them. 

“But tonight? The fight? All these injuries were pointless. Meaningless. They were to feed your ego, and I’m sorry if I’m not okay with watching you get beat up. Even if it is for charity.”

Steve pulls his hand out from under the covers, and intertwines it with Danny’s, pulling Danny’s hand close to his chest.

“Hey, listen to me, listen to me,” he says again when Danny rolls his eyes, “You feel that? That’s my heart, right there, in the middle of my chest. I got a little banged up, sure, but I’m okay Danny. I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know that you goof,” Danny flexes his fingers against Steve’s chest, but doesn’t make any effort to take it back, “That doesn’t mean I’m going to ever be okay with seeing you hurt. Or that I’m gonna play nurse for you all the time, because that’d probably encourage you.”

Steve waggles his eyebrows, “But you’d look so good in a nurse outfit.”

“Don’t make me smother you with this pillow Steven, because I will. You don’t want to test me.”

Steve laughs, full-bodied and loud, and uses his grip on Danny’s hand to pull him closer, until Danny’s tucked next to his side. It’s still the beginning of the year, so it’s cool enough that they can do this without the heat making it too uncomfortable.

“I am sorry,” Steve says finally, “I wasn’t trying to get hurt - and yeah, a little bit of it was my ego, but it was mainly to give the crowd a good show. I wasn���t thinking of anything else. Honest.”

Danny sighs, tilting his head to press a kiss on the underside of Steve’s chin, “I know babe. Doesn’t make it any easier on me though.”

“I’ll try and not get myself as injured.”

“That’s all I’m asking. Now go to sleep or I swear to god, I’m gonna give you a matching kisser on the other side of your face. And it won’t be that pretty too.”

Steve tightens the arm he has around Danny’s waist; and closes his eyes - letting the sounds of the ocean wash over him until his breath evens out.

Fin

[gallickingun]

hiii im in love with your writing!! and i surprisingly fell hard for that little oneshot of kirishima arriving home and just snuggling SO i thought it was the most adorable thing. i was wondering if you could write another wholesome sweet moment, perhaps during an afterglow or during pregnancy or just another snuggle i dunno jaj sorry if it's not from a prompt list i couldnt find one PLEASE AND THANK YOU YOURE AWESOME BYE

a/n: omg thank you SO MUCH YOU ARE SO SWEET!!!!! i love love love kiri, and i love making him soft. he deserves a sweet lil SO who will love him and hold him tight! here we go!! 💕

ps, you got a pregnancy afterglow!!! hope that made you doubly happy! spicy, so below the cut!!

pps, we have.... daddy kiri here. in BOTH senses of the word. hope that’s cool with you!

“That okay?” Kiri asks, hands gentle around your waist as he shifts you on the mattress. His fingertips brush the slight swell of your belly, thumb finding your navel as his eyes wash over your full figure.

You nod, biting your lip as you gaze up at him. Really you want to beg him to go faster, your hands in his hair and his name on your lips, but you can’t help to keep yourself quiet when you see the way he’s looking down on you in pure adoration.

Kirishima’s mouth brushes over the highest part of your stomach, dragging his tongue and teeth up your sternum until he connects to the upward curve of your chest. He smirks up at you, “These are nice.”

“Kiri!”

“What?!”

You giggle, shaking your head as your hands drift into his hair, threading through the bright crimson strands. You tug a little to guide his mouth down to your chest and he takes the hint pretty quickly. He licks over your skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface as the air conditioning hits you from above.

“Gonna start movin’, ‘kay?” Kirishima mutters, teeth catching your nipple. You whine and whimper, trying to force your head to nod up and down. He must understand because he starts rolling his hips forward again, using your gathered slick to slide into you easily.

It’s not hard for him to work you over the edge, not at this point. He’s had you going for a little while now, sweat sticking to your temples and lower back from the effort. The tinge of red on his cheeks reminds you of the amount of effort he puts into loving you.

Kirishima pulls away from your chest with a pop, lips bright red as he meets your mouth in a kiss. One of his hands rests in your hair, the other drifting around your torso, indecisive in his desire to touch your belly or support your back. His tongue presses into the seam of your lips and you part for him willingly, keening into him.

“Shit, sweetheart, you feel good,” Kiri murmurs into your mouth, the stroke of his cock within you turning your head away in pleasure. You whine, jaw dropping to let your panting gasps fall free from your tongue.

Kiri takes advantage of your wanton state, mouth ravaging your throat. The sharp ends of his teeth make quick work of your thin skin, nipping until you’re crying out and then soothing with his tongue and lips afterward. It’s like he lights you on fire only to then calm the flame.

You palm over his back and shoulders, the rippling muscle underneath your fingertips doing little to quell the wetness gathering between your thighs, distributed as he ruts into you. Kirishima has sucked at least three hickeys into the curve of your neck but you have little mind to care. You’re overwhelmed by him; the scent that fills the room, the heat that radiates from his body, the calloused pads of his fingers.

“C’mon, baby girl, tighten up for me.” Kiri’s hand in your hair tightens, yanking at the base of your head. He smirks, that confident persona he puts on once the clothes come off becoming much more evident the longer his cock is in you.

You nod in acknowledgement before focusing as much as you can on clenching yourself around him. Kiri nods, chewing on his lower lip as he loiters above you, thumb traveling down the expanse of your thigh to eventually find your clit.

"Such a good girl," Kirishima kisses the top of your knee, using his thigh to prop you up, "You always come so good for me, yeah? So pretty."

You're a blubbering mess, words unable to form on your lips, catching on your teeth like a net. You push them out anyway because you think Kiri loves to get you flustered; the smirk on his face and the tensing of his shoulders only does more to confirm your suspicions, so you continue.

He twists so he can get your leg over his shoulder, penetrating you at a whole new angle. You cry out at the first thrust but your cheek is pressed into the pillow so it's muffled.

Kirishima chuckles, "You like moanin' for me, baby?"

"Y-Yes, Kir-"

He tuts his tongue against his teeth, mouth scraping over your knee cap, "What was that?"

It's a warning, a promise that there will be repercussions if you don't follow his lead.

You turn, blinking wide eyes up at him in an attempt to have him forgive you, "Yes daddy."

"Good girl."

Your hand wanders around in midair, something you can't see, in search of him to help him ground you, to anchor you to this world before your spirit flies too far away. He slips his knuckles between yours, effectively grounding you. His mouth pressed to each of your fingers, soothing the nonexistent pain of your bones.

"Tell me what you want, pretty girl," Kirishima mutters. You can barely hear him over the mixture of panting and blood pumping in your ears. You let out a wanton cry, eyes screwing shut as he drills into you mercilessly, hips slamming into you, surely leaving bruises.

You gulp, your throat sticky from whining into the open air, "Please, I-I want your come. I want you to come in me!"

He chuckles and the deep baritone sound rolls like a wave, the vibrato of his chest making you shiver. You only wish he were talking in your ear instead of so far away.

"I already gave you a baby, sweetheart, what else do you need my come for?" Kirishima snaps his hips particularly fast and you feel your cervix cry out from within you, a jolt forcing its way up your spine.

You whine once you realize what he's said, tears beginning to pin prick the corners of your eyes, "B-But, I-I wan'it."

"Yeah?"

He's mocking you, you know it. His tone is too patronizing, the glimmer in his eyes sarcastic. You pout, squeezing his hand, "Please, daddy. Please. Want you to co-come in me."

Kirishima has his thumb circling your clit, hardening the tip of his finger just enough to give you added friction. You grind your hips upward, chasing the high that will have you crying out his name and stuttering for moments after.

His free hand wraps around your neck from behind, pulling you forward so he can kiss you on the mouth, "Such a good girl," the words are mumbled into your lips, muffled and distorted by the skin, "takin' me like the perfect little slut you are, huh?"

You whine into his mouth, palming at his back as you buck along with him, but he's got you producing waves of slick already. Your eyes roll back in your head as he continues fucking you through the crescendo, his own release building and begging in the form of his cock twitching within your dense muscular center.

"Please daddy, please," you know your irises are swallowed by your pupils, eyes blown wide with serotonin. You whimper, sifting your fingers through his hair before digging your nails into the tops of his shoulders, "Wanna make you come, wanna make you feel good, please."

Kiri pushes both of your knees back so he can butterfly you open, your thighs pressing into your chest as he ruts into you sloppily. You can tell by his rhythm that he's nearing the edge of his resolve, his mouth twisted and his nose scrunched at the center.

Your begging for him pushes him over, beckoning a wave of pleasure for him to ride just as steady as he's riding you. Kirishima's hips stutter and his cock twitches from base to tip and you can't help the moan that parts your lips.

After he's come down from the aftershocks, Kiri nuzzles his face into your neck, tugging your legs just enough to help you lay flat on the mattress. He kisses your cheek, "Such a trooper, sweetheart."

"Worth it," you giggle as he blows raspberries against your throat.

His mouth trails, pert blushed lips tickling your body, from your collarbones to your belly. He laughs once he gets to your navel, his voice soft as he speaks, "Not givin' mama a hard time, are ya'?"

Your heart warms at the sight of Kirishima mumbling to your unborn child, his fingertips tracing patterns and names over the stretched skin. He never fails to make you feel beautiful and important, especially not now. Kiri is always telling you how amazing you look, even if it's in a pair of sweatpants and one of his tee shirts.

"You’re so perfect, you know that?” Kiri kisses the top of your belly before pushing himself closer to your face. He’s smiling as he kisses you gently, much in contrast to the past couple of hours you’ve spent between the sheets. He doesn’t mind, though, not right now when your hormones are raging and you want every bit of him that he has to offer.

Kirishima kisses your cheek before pulling away, tugging you close so you can curl up into him, “I don’t know who I had to bribe in another life to get lucky with someone like you, but thank goodness I did it.”

You lay your palms flat against his chest, the muscles of his pectorals flexing under your touch. A smile tugs on the corners of your lips, but overall your body is tired and slow to move. He notices, dipping his head down so he can kiss your forehead and temple.

“You’re gonna be such a good momma,” Kirishima murmurs against your cheek, voice a low rumble in his chest. “I can’t wait to put another baby in you, keep you full all the time, yeah?”

If you were being honest, you’d have as many children as Kiri wants you to have, so long as he’s willing and ready to help you take care of them. And you know he will; Kirishima has been fawning over being a dad since the day you got married a couple of months ago. You’d been together for too long for him not to know with his whole heart that you were to be the mother of his children.

Even so, you scrunch your nose and swat him away, “I’d need a break sometime, you goof.”

“There’s my girl,” he’s peppering kisses over your cheeks now, giggles passed between the two of you at the action, “I can’t wait to meet them. I hope they’re just like you.”

“Kiri,” you whine.

Another bout of laughter escapes his lips, the vibrations in his chest making you feel whole somehow. You never believed any of those sappy romance stories before Kiri; everyone else had played with your heart - toying with it like it was some sort of thing detached from you as a person. He had been the first to throw himself at you and be truly vulnerable, the kindest person you’d ever met.

“What?!” He has you caged into his body now, knees on either side of your waist and elbows by your shoulders. In every sense of the word, you should feel panicked, frightened by the proximity and your inability to escape it. However, the only things flooding through your system are comfort and safety.

Your hands float to meet his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the tops of his cheekbones, “I hope they have your heart. You have such a rare one.”

A blush paints over his cheeks, starting at the neck and making its way skyward. You smile at him, the hormones making a raging comeback as tears fill your vision, “I am such a lucky woman, a lucky wife. You’re going to be a wonderful father.”

Kirishima tucks his face into your neck, careful not to let his hips hover too close to your belly. You feel the wetness of tears on your neck so you drift one hand into his hair, soothing his scalp with your nails. His mouth presses openly to the column of your throat, nudging his nose over your jugular. You smile at the warmth that spreads throughout your body as he curls closer around your, tightening his grip.

“You’re amazing, Kiri,” you murmur into the darkness of the bedroom, “I love you.”

He kisses the juncture of your jaw and neck, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

The next few moments are spent in silence, hands finding different patches of warm skin and mouths touching over bones and muscle. His fingertips roam over your belly, hushed words whispered as he brushes his nose over your rib cage. You are sure to echo the same amount of kindness in return, your nails mapping out the dips of his muscles and your mouth littering kisses over the top of his head, planting seeds of kindness like flowers in a garden.

“Wanna take a shower?” Kiri asks after a particular lull in conversation.

You scrape your fingertips over his back, a shudder running down his shoulders at the motion. A hum from you tells him that you’re in agreement, so he shifts away from you, standing to his full height beside the bed. Kiri holds you by the hand, but you tuck your legs into yourself as a shiver racks your body.

“S’cold, Kiri,” you whine, pouting in hopes that he’ll pick you up like he always does.

The redhead chuckles before tucking his arms underneath your shoulders and knees, plucking you from the bed and cradling your body into his chest. You rest your head on his collarbone, nuzzling your nose into his pectoral, “You’re so warm, honey.”

Kirishima kisses the top of your head, turning his body as he walks through the bathroom doors. He sets you down on the counter, your legs swinging slightly while he starts up the shower. The mirror fogs at the top from the heat and you feel a little dizzy from the sudden amount of steam.

You blink when he comes to stand between your legs, hands brushing over your ribs and down over the growing swell of your belly. He’s smiling, a genuine grin that you can’t help but mimic. Kiri leans forward to kiss you on the mouth, hands palming at you to keep you close. He is slow but deliberate, melding his lips to the shape of yours, gently tugging you toward him.

He hums, disconnecting just enough to press warm kisses from the corner of your mouth to your ear. A sigh from his lips makes you shiver, your hands instinctively threading into his hair. Kirishima kisses the juncture of your jaw before pulling away, “Ready?”

You nod and he helps you down from the counter, holding your hand as you step into the shower. Kirishima is quick to pick up your shampoo from the corner shelf, lathering it in his hands while you dampen your hair. His hands are gentle, smooth, much in contrast to his quirk’s abilities. He slides his fingertips through your hair, building up the bubbles as he works the soap into every inch of your hair.

A gasp parts your lips when you feel him press up against you, his torso completely parallel with yours. Kirishima kisses your shoulder, hands slipping down over your body, settling at your hips. He chuckles, “Relax, angel, you’re so tense.”

Kiri’s hands continue to map out the planes of your body, soap trails in his wake. The water from the shower washes over your body, erasing the evidence of his touch. Kirishima helps you to wash the soap out of your hair, turning your body so you’re facing him now. He dips his head under the water to kiss you on the lips, hands still massaging in your hair to relieve it from shampoo and suds.

“You’re so pretty,” Kiri murmurs against your lips. He tugs you forward, rolling his hips up into you, “God, you’re so beautiful, I’m so glad that you’re mine.”

Your hands find his shoulders and you pull away so you can look up at him, stars in your eyes. Just as always, the truth in his gaze - the reality that he really does love you with his whole heart - turns your insides into hot lava, warmth licking at your ribs the longer you stand in front of him. You smile, leaning into him so your bodies are entangled.

You’re not sure when it happened, when you truly became one. But now, you’re satisfied with the idea that you can’t truly tell where you end and he begins.

And you wouldn’t change a thing.

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