#[ because the actual brawlers will have fucked up faces ]

[spiderwarden]

Do me a favor and zoom in on her nose.

See that line. That very faint line? Yes. Aforementioned scar I never noticed before. Nose break or slash scar? I’m leaning nose break because there’s no evidence of slash scars connected to it near her eyes or cheeks.

| x marks the spot cause not my screenshot image |

[plussizeficchick]

Hey guys.. so interesting factoid about me; I like to watch wrestling. I mean, tune in every week, watch the PPV’s, buy the merch type of fan.

Soo, let’s talk about Pro Wrestler!Bakugo

At first, he had no interest in it, he wanted a more rugged sport like football, but after his mother saw one too many players get CTE, she immediately pulled him from the sport.

He was angry at first because dammit, he’s not like those other extras on the field! But alas, to save himself an earful, he quit the sport as a two-time Super Bowl champion.

But he needed something else to let his aggression out. Something heavy-hitting.

That’s when he found pro wrestling.

At first, he was shit, he can admit that. He didn’t know how to run the ropes, he wasn’t with the high-flying shit and making people tap out didn’t satisfy his needs. That’s when he found his real fighting style.

Brawler.

He likes to beat people up. He likes pummeling his opponents into bloody heaps until they’re too far gone to even stand. And he especially likes the shiny belt that gets thrown over his shoulder after every title defense.

But nothing, nothing, compares to the cute, chunky commentator that sits at ringside.

He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, the way you try to shit on his matches and promos, and he knows it’s hard! He’s incredibly charismatic and he has the chops to back it up.

He corners you one day before a show, “Hey, Chubs. You got a problem with me or something?” He presses you. You’re a bit caught off guard and he uses that to back you up against a wall. “Cat got your tongue? Funny how you always seem to have something to say out there but when it’s just us…” You cut him off, pressing a firm, manicured finger into his chest. “Listen, asshole. I actually do have a problem with you. I think you’re full of shit. You walk around like you own the place, when the only reason you got your spot in the company is by kissing the boss’s ass. So yeah, I’ve got a fucking problem with you.” You storm off, muttering incoherently under your breath and fuck, Bakugo doesn’t think he’s ever been harder than he was right then.

The following week you’re the one cornering him in the hallway. “What the fuck is this?” You angrily shove the papers in his face. Bakugo smirks at the papers, “I see you got the news.” “No shit I got the news, what the fuck are you trying to do?” You press. Bakugo stands, towering over you. “Easy, Princess. All I told them was that I’d want to work with you more. I didn’t think they’d put us together. But then again, why wouldn’t they want to keep their top guy happy?” He’s smug, the bastard. And you want more than anything to wipe that smirk off his face.

“Fine then.” You grab his hand and lead him to his personal locker room. “If we’re gonna do this, I want it to look real.” The smirk drops from his face as you toss the door open. He follows behind you and locks the door when you instruct him to. Since when did you start telling him what to do?

By the time he turns back around, you’ve already made yourself comfortable on the large sofa. You removed your jeans and panties, tossing the lacy garment his way. “I want you to eat me out, Champ.” Fuck, you’ve got him hooked already.

He makes his way over to you, getting on his knees to breathe in your delicious scent. His mouth is practically watering as he sucks hickies onto your thighs, eager to finally dig in to what he’s been denied so long. You thread your fingers through his ash blonde hair, slightly tugging. “Hurry, ‘Suki.” You whine. He wants to hear you beg more, but he knows he’ll get the opportunity to later on.

He dives right in, lapping up your juices before sucking your clit into his mouth. You gasp at the feeling, bucking your hips up against his face. He’s messy, he spits on your cunt before lapping it right back up along with your juices. “Fuck, ‘Suki. S’good. Please.” You cry out. “Please what, Princess? Gotta tell me what you want.” He mumbles into your cunt. “Fingers. Please. Want your fingers, baby.” As much as he wants to deny, the pet name does something to him, he can’t help but comply.

He coats two fingers in your essence before slowly pressing the middle one inside, curling the finger in search of that special spot. You whine at the feeling, cunt clenching around him. “Gotta open up, baby. Gotta let me stretch you out for my cock.” He coos at you, his voice a striking contrast to how he sounds when he addresses the masses. It’s then that you come to the revelation that he only addresses you like that. He’s never loud, never aggressive when he’s with you. You don’t know why, but it has your cunt dripping that he’s only like that with you.

He slides in another finger, working you closer to your orgasm, and when he finally puts that heavenly mouth back to work, you feel your cunt spasming, core clenching as your orgasm washes over you. He milks it for all your worth and keeps going, and before long you feel another orgasm rush through you, though this one feels more different than the first.

“‘Suki, wait! I’m gonna-” “Cum, cum for me again, baby. Want you to soak my face.” You cry out as you cum for the second time that night, squirting all over Katsuki’s face. You grind your cunt against him, his nose bumping your sensitive nub. He lets you ride it out, before finally pulling away, your juices dripping from his chin. He licks his lips before pressing a fiery kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself.

You hum at the taste, but you’re eager for the real star of the show. You pull at his belt, signaling that you want his clothes off, and who is he to deny you? He takes off his pants, but unlike you, he keeps his shirt on seeing as the show was going to start soon. His cock bobs up against his abdomen and the tip is a pretty shade of pink, with a few veins along the sides. Of course he has a pretty dick.

He runs his cock along your cunt, bumping the tip against your clit a few times before slowly pressing inside. He sets a steady pace, checking to make sure you're okay before increasing his speed. Before long, the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping, and fuck, you’re a sight. Your face is flushed, with pretty tears streaming down your face, he can’t help but want a taste, tongue licking your tears before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, sucking your tongue into his mouth. He’s close, so fucking close, but he needs you to cum for him again.

“Cum f’me, baby. Cum for your champion.” And you do, your cunt clenched around his cock as you cum for a third time. You’re spent, but you want to feel him cum, want to feel him inside you during the show. You squeeze your cunt around him, eager to coax his orgasm from him. “Cum f’me, ‘Suki. Cum f’me, baby.” You know what the name does to him. Something so simple, yet so domestic just gets him ready to spill inside you. And he does, after a few more thrusts he’s cumming, the feeling of his seed filling you feeling so good, so warm.

You both stay connected for a moment, before you start to giggle. Bakugo’s head perks up at that, before joining you with a slight chuckle. “How long do you think before they realize we’ve been dating?” You ask, a dopey smile on your face. Katsuki kisses your cheek before answering, “I’d say a few weeks. You know I can’t keep my hands off you for too long. And now that I get to love on you in front of everybody, fuck yeah I’m gonna rub their noses in it.” You chuckle before pushing him off of you. “Alright, get me a towel. Show’s about to start.” “Yeah, you’ve got like 10 minutes.” “‘Suki!”

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[ohtobeleah]

Nosebleed Section // Jake Seresin

Part Two: Conflict Diamond 

Summary: Jake struggles with putting his love for you into words which ultimately ends up pushing you further and further away. When everything comes to a boiling point? Is he able to say the three words you’re so desperately seeking.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Mentions of bar fights, mild themses of injuries associated with a bar fight. Jake Seresin x F!reader

Author Note: Part One Is Linked Here. Angsty little two parter to get the blood pumping. Dunno how well this will take but I enjoyed writing it nevertheless. So here you go.

Bob knew the second he saw the blue and red lights flashing through the window from the car park that you’d be done for. You were young, lithe and homely, wise by no means. Knowing that you were one guys, for his eyes and only—you’d go down any day of the week for Jake. If it meant he didn’t have to deal with people treating him like sex on legs. 

“Hey—“ Bob shoved at your foot as you groaned and jolted from your sleep. Looking at him as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows in the back of Roosters Bronco. Head spinning from the copious amount of liquid courage and bones throbbing from the impromptu bar fight. Your nose killed. Your lip swollen. Blood still stained your shirt and face, dried and caked into crevices you didn’t even know you had. If Rhett could see you know he’d tell you to pull yourself together and stop acting like a delinquent—little hypocritical coming from a guy who’s wrap sheet was the same thickness as the dictionary. “If you think I’m gonna bail you out of your responsibilities Y/n you got another thing coming.” Bob and Rhett were five years older than you but they both, each to their own respect, acted like your fucking dad. 

“Hell are you on about Bob?” Questioning your brother’s scowl, he pulled Roosters Bomber off your chest. “The fuck?” 

“Cops are here.” Your heart sank as you sat up and saw Sam Taylor standing behind Bob. The North Island local Constable. He was a nice guy—hated bringing you in. But he always made sure whenever you were that you got what you needed. 

“Hiya Sam.” Your head was throbbing as the alcohol in your system had started to break down. 

“Abbott, we gotta stop meeting like this.” Sam sighed as Bob stepped aside to let you climb out of the back of Rooster Bronco. “You’re gonna have to come down to the station—“

“Yeah yeah I know the drill.” You turned on your heels, heading towards the police car parked in the lot just across the way. “No need for the cuffs alright they give me a rash.” 

“Shit—“ Jake saw the slights as he came out of the bathroom, fixing his fly as he dashed out the front door, brushing past his colleagues who all stood around watching the events take place. They all knew this was coming. “Brawler!” 

“I’m fine Hangman go back to whatever it was that you were doing.” Constable Taylor just followed you back to his car. Shaking his head because this wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last time he picked you up. “Gonna catch a lift with Sam here.” You didn’t both turning around, why would you when Jake had basically said he didn’t want to love you. Struggling to come to terms with the fact he’d fallen for someone like you—just a girl from Wyoming who couldn’t hack it. A Brawler. 

“Sam, hey.” Jake caught up to the young constable as he shut the door behind you. “She was just defending me—“ 

“From a twenty something blonde? Yeah, get outta here Seresin, I'm not buying it, Abbotts a smart girl but she’s got rocks in her head. She knew what she was doing.” 

“In all seriousness. Jake lowered his voice. “That girl assaulted me.” It was the first time Jake had actually admitted it. “She wasn’t takin’ no for an answer and just wouldn’t stop.” 

“Who threw the first punch?” Sam asked, stunning Jake into silence for a moment as he watched you lay down in the back of the cop car like you’d done it a million times before. “Exactly, as for your assault, file a report, but she’s going to the drunk tank, she’ll sleep it off—cop a charge and hopefully get to keep her job if this shit doesn’t make it to trial.” 

Jake loved you. He really did. He’d just never loved anyone like he loved you before. His own feelings scared him half to death because he couldn’t control them. It truly frightened him that the feelings he had for you went so deep that he’d move mountains and part seas just to get to you if you needed him. 

Struggling with his own emotions may have cost him everything when he’d worded it the way he had. But deep down Jake knew if grief ever darkened his door, you'd light it up the way you brighten up a room. It hits him right in the chest, 

puts the breath inside of his lungs every time he sees you smile. A gift all for him each time because those smiles seem less and less genuine nowadays.

He wonders briefly, while looking at you through bright reds and deep blues if you’d stopped smiling for him when you stopped believing in the idea he may have loved you back like you so openly loved him. 

“Ring me when her bails set, would ya Sam.” Jake knocked on the window to grab your attention. You didn’t bother looking up as you send him a half assed wave of acknowledgment. That was good enough for Jake as a smile crept its way across his face. 

“Why?” Sam just shook his head as he made his way around to the driver's side door. “You gonna pay for it?” Jake turned to Bob who’d been standing off to the side just taking it all in. This hadn’t been the first time he’d watched one of his siblings get carted off in the back of a paddy wagon and it sure a shit wasn’t about to be the last. It was in his blood, your blood. 

“Someone’s gotta.” Jake replied softly as he made his way over to the weapons system officer. Meeting him toe to toe. “Neither one of you have ever told me why you're Floyd and Rhett and Y/n and Abbott?” 

Much like Rhett who’d always been chasing a way out of Amelia county but could never pull the trigger, Bob was right there. Firing off on all cylinders the day the twins turned eighteen. He ran, but you ran straight after him. 

“Because I didn’t wanna be an Abbott.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

You didn’t remember being brought in and being detained in the drunk tank at the Miramar station. But you do remember Sam slamming the sliding roller door open the next morning. The sudden ringing in your head as you fell from the small fold out to the concrete flooring below told you all you needed to know. You’d fucked up. Again. 

“Bails been posted, Jakes waiting outside for you.” He smiled softly as he watched you scramble to your feet. You looked like hell but that bitch looked worse and that alone was worth it. No one touched Jake if he didn’t want to be touched, it didn't matter if he was usually the one initiating the conversation or approaching whoever he had set his sights on. on. Consent was consent—for everyone. “You should go home, get cleaned up, stay outta trouble long enough for this to figure itself out.” 

“Where’s the fun in that Constable Taylor?” You tried to remain your usual stoic self. Carefree and honest. “But I’ll do my best—“ But the cracks in your shell were starting to crack ever since Jake fucking Seresin said he didn’t want to love you. Well, he didn’t quite say it like that but you knew how to read between the lines. “Thanks for the free lodging.” You tapped his chest before making your way down the hall to the clerk's office to grab your things. Your shoes, your phone, wallet, keys and whatever was left of your remaining dignity. 

“There she is, How ya doing Brawler?” Jake beamed as he leaned against the hood of his pick up. Smirking at you with that thousand watt smile as you stumbled down the front staircase a little less than graciously. Groaning as you held your hand against your rib and started on that nasty limp you had when putting pressure on your right leg. An old rodeo injury that was only ever exacerbated when you decided physical altercations were far more exciting and adrenaline enduring than verbal confrontations.

“There’s definitely a lesion here.” You groaned as you made your way over to the passenger’s side door without so much as a hello or a thank you.. Despite your inner turmoil, you and Jake had a connection that didn’t need to be spoken, he knew you were thankful for the lift just like deep down despite his inability to admit it out loud that he was thankful you came to his defense last night. “But I’m not gonna be the one who figures it out—“ Clipling in your belt, you let your head hit the back of the chair as you sank lower and lower. “Take me home please—I need a shower and a fucking tylenol.”

“You definitely take the whole fuck around and find out analogy to a whole knee level huh?” It was silent when you didn’t answer straight away—not even a song playing softly through the speakers could be heard as your head throbbed from the bruising that had started the shine through in shades of deep purples and gross greens. 

“Yeah well, stop fucking around with Badge Bunnies and we wouldn’t have this problem.” You huffed as you picked dried blood out from under your fingernails, noticing just how cut up your right hand truly was and how much your wrist killed when you rolled it around. “Did you get a New Year’s Eve kiss?” You weren’t asking to be nice, you were asking to see if Jake had gone back to his merry little ways after you were taken away,

Trying to see if he’d done exactly what you’d told him not to do and fuck around with yet another girl who just wasn’t good for him. Not that you were any better. You weren’t good enough for anyone. 

“Rooster gave me a pretty sexually awakening smooch.” Jake chuckled when he saw your lips turn up into a fleeting smile. His hand had wandered over to your knees, gently resting against the denim of your jeans. Thumb rubbing absentmindedly as he drove with one hand. “But no, no I didn’t get a new years kiss.” He paused, wondering if he should try his luck again because what were the odds you’d jump out of a movie car to get away from him if he put his foot in it again. “The person I wanted to share a New Year's kiss with got carted away in the back of a cop car around eleven.”

“Damn, bet you’re really struggling to wrap your head around that aren’t you.” You couldn’t help but to throw what he’d said back at him. You thought, which was so stupid now that you really knew how Jake felt—that for a moment there he really did like you. Or even just liked the idea of you. But you didn’t want to make his life any more complicated than the Navy already made it. You didn’t want someone struggling to love you. You just wanted someone to love you for who you were, as fiercely and as unconditionally as you loved them. 

“Y/n—“ Nope. You weren’t doing this. Jake's grip on your knee tightened as his heart sank into his stomach. Ah, the proverbial foot in mouth he was worried about. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—“ Interrupting Jake with a scoff you shook your head as he pulled up into your street. Removing his hand from your knee as you unclipped your seatbelt. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Hangman, just uh—you can drop me at the end of the drive.” Jake slowed the car to a halt, expecting you to jump out even before he put the car in park. But you sat there for a second in silence—looking into your lap. “Thanks for the lift, and I’ll pay you back for the bail—you know I’m good for it.” The mistake was yours to believe you and Jake could ever work. You’d wear it like a sunburn that might disappear but it won't leave you. The sting of loving someone who just couldn’t commit entirely. “I’m glad that nothing happened, you’re a pain in the arse sometimes but no one deserves to be treated like that.” You let your eyes linger at Jakes as he drank in the sight of you. Bloodied, bruised, fresh out the slammer. “I’ll see ya around Seresin.” 

“Yeah.” Jake didn’t know why but he just couldn’t say what he wanted to say. It’s like the cat had his tongue, his inability to tell you how he felt was pushing you further and further away and the tension hung in the air like cigarette smoke. Any time Jake Seresin had to face his feelings head on or had to try articulate those feelings into words so that those around him understood wholeheartedly how he felt, felt like he was trying to talk with a mouth full of sediment. “I’ll see you around.” 

When you got out of the car, you couldn’t see—vision blurred by tears that welled because why wasn’t Jake fighting to keep you around? It sucked. Simple. It sucked that you were in this position, but you weren’t going to let him see how easily he affected you. Show no emotion, no empathy. No heart. 

“Seeya Jake.” You mumbled as you fished your keys from your pocket. Unlocking the front door as Jake watched from the driver's seat as you disappeared into your home. 

“I love you so fucking much—“ Jake gritted his teeth as he clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on around the steering wheel so tight it turned his knuckles white. “Why the fuck can’t you just say that?” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

The unimaginable temperature of the water that rushed over your aching muscles soothed your entire being as you washed away the blood that stained your skin and clumped in your hair. Notes of raspberry blossom and juniper filled that bathroom as you scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. Washing away the pain of heartbreak, worse than any physical pain you’d ever endured. 

Your phone that sat on top of the vanity cut off whatever song had been playing—your ringtone blasting out as you blindly reached out to see who was calling. With hesitation, you let it ring a few more times before settling on the fact that to get this out of the way and done with would be better than to drag it out for days on end. Dodging calls you knew wouldn’t stop. 

“Rhett—before you start, just know, the bitch had it coming.” Trying to defend yourself before the conversation even started.

“A FUCKIN’ BAR FIGHT ARE YOU SHITTIN ME Y/N.” Rhett’s voice was so loud in your ear you had to pull your phone away from your ear and place it on speaker. Making sure to hold it far enough away from the water that cascaded itself down your body. “Are you insane!?” 

“I don’t need shit from you.” You reminded Rhett as you heard the sound of rodeo announcements coming from the background. “Sounds like you're meant to be focusing on your next ride, cowboy.” 

“Rob said you might lose your job?” Fucking Bob, of course he snitched. You made a mental note to put a thumbtack on his seat next time you saw him. “What in god's name are you tryin’ to prove here kid?” Rhett asked as he kicked the dirty at his feet. Holding his phone to his ear as he fixed his hat. 

“Yeah well, win some you lose some—“ You sighed, just wishing for this conversation to be over sooner rather than later. “Could always kickstart my comeback career.” You knew that would rival Rhett up. Everyone in Amelia county knew he was the best bull rider in the nation, but you were just a little better. Key word being were. 

“Shut Up Brawler you know you can’t.” It wasn’t often that Rhett referred to you with your call sign, still gobsmacked you decided a career in the Navy was what was going to drag you out of the hole you put yourself in. “Stop doing whatever it is that you’re doing kid, shit ain't worth losing everything you worked so hard to achieve.” 

“You’re just scared because it won’t be Rhett Abbott at the top of the scoreboard anymore, it’d be me.” He knew you were right but he wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of hearing it. “And you’d be surprised just how worth it he really is.” 

“I did the same thing one—“ Rhett had made it out once. Made it all the way to New Jersey. Settled for a little, had a whole new life. “Look where it got me.” Until Maria turned around and told him he still wasn’t enough for her. 

“Jake isn’t Maria Rhett—“ You immediately defend Jake when you caught onto what Rhett was alluding to, cutting off the shower and stepping out with a towel wrapped around your body. Tucked under your armpits. 

“No, Jakes a hell of a lot worse considering you two aren’t even a thing.” You had nothing to say as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Eyes bloodied, eye socket bruised. Cuts and abrasions littered your skin and all the colours of the rainbow seemed to pepper your complexion like badges of honour or horror. Depending on what way you wanted to look at it. 

“Listen to me kid, you know I used to put my crooked foot in what I couldn't resolve. But I’ve taken control now, hard work is good for my soul and I love it, growing through life and stress knowing the fight is just half of self-imposing righteousness.” Rhett paused as you stood just eyeing off whatever pathetic version of yourself stood staring back at you. “I think it’s time you did the same damn thing before you either get yourself kicked out of the Navy or worse—killed.” 

Knocking at the front door pulled you out of the self loathing trance you’d fallen into while your brother took it upon himself to lecture you about the path less travelled. 

“Rhett, I love you—but I gotta go, someone’s at my door.” 

“Don’t throw your life away Y/n, come home?” He asked as you held your breath at the offer. “You’re in over your head there kid.” 

“Make sure you don’t get Mickey bull—he bucks anyone off with two seconds.” You shook your head as the knocking continued, hanging up before Rhett could say anything more. The knocking wasn't stopping, if anything it got louder and more despite the longer you let it keep going. 

“Alright! Fuckin’ hell im coming!” You shouted as you barrelled down the stairs in your towel. “Don't get your knickers in a wod.” You sighed just as you opened your front door to see Jake standing there. “Jake? What are you doing here?” He’d come to just tell you how it was. Had every intention of pouring his heart out to you because you of all people deserved to know exactly how he felt and then some. 

But the longer you stood before him in just that towel with your hair dripping and your skin bruised and cut and all beat up he couldn't find the words. Silenced by his own nervousness and fear of rejection. Jake didn't do love, he did flings and moments and possible weeks. But with you? He wanted you forever. 

“I just came–” He stumbled over the words he wanted to say as Jake looked down at his feet. “I uh–came to say that–uh.” Jake knew about female rage, he’d seen it when his sister lost her fiance in a car accident just after they just celebrated their engagement party. He’d also seen it when Phoenix was passed up on a promotion because she'd mentioned that there would be a possibility in the near distant future that she and her partner Alex wanted to start trying for a family and the Navy wasn't ready to dish out maternity pay for her. 

But in all the times he’d seen female rage play out in all kinds of ways before him he’d never been on the receiving end of that rage. That clear pain that couldn't be held back. That couldn't be contained any longer. That needed an escape. 

“Oh for fuck sake Jake just say it and get it over with!” You hissed as you stepped back and turned around to try and cool off before you really lost your shit at him. 

“I'm trying, I  just–I can't get my words out, but–” 

“Come on, Lie to me and tell me you love me.” You turned around with a look in your eye Jake had never seen before. “Tell me just how fucking hard I am to love!” It was painful to watch you unravel knowing he'd caused you to spiral. 

“It's not hard to love you.” Jake panicked as he stepped past the threshold of your doorframe. The closer he tried to get to you the more space you put between you and him. “Y/n, you aren't hard to love.” 

“Go on Seresin, do it–” You hissed like you hadnt just heard him as tears started freely falling down your cheeks, still holding the towel around your body. “Lie to me again and make me feel like the piece of shit I am.” 

“Y/n–” 

“Do you love me or not?” You asked as all your rage just boiled over when you were given no response. Watching as Jake tried to say something, anything. “ANSWER ME!” Sobbing ensued as you couldn't hold back what you’d been trying to high for the longest time. “ANSWER ME JAKE!”

“I LOVE YOU!” He shouted way louder than you’d ever heard him scream before. It made you jolt as Jake took strides towards you, cupping your cheeks in his hands to keep you from moving any further away from him. Holding your stunned gaze as he looked down and you looked up. “I love you, do you hear me goddammit?” He asked as he pressed his thumb against your bottom lip. Softly caressing the slip you wore. “I love you and I'm not lying, or just saying that because I know it's what you want to hear.” He cooed as you started to feel the heat rising in your chest. “Y/n Brawler Abbott I love you and I'm so sorry I haven't been able to get my shit together enough to say it until now.” You were crying, sobbing as Jake walked you back towards your living room. You let him guide you as you cried between his palms. “You drive me crazy, you’re so funny and brilliant and you could kick my ass at anything ever and i don’t know why but i’m so obsessed with you it scares me away because i’ve never fucking loved anyone before you.” 

“You’re just saying what I want you to say–” You mumbled softly through tears. Jake finally got you where he wanted you, the lounge, sitting down before reaching out to grab the throw blanket for you. Guiding you to sit on his lap before he was wrapping you up. Covering you so you felt like you could drop the towel and just be in the moment with him. “You don't really love me, Hangman, there's nothing to love.” 

“You were the only person who saw I was in trouble.” Jake was quick to explain as you let your forehead rest against his. “Why were you looking huh?” 

“Because I wanted it to be me.” You cried. “Every girl who you've ever taken home, every girl who's ever gotten a chance to touch you, be with you, I wanted to be her so fucking bad but you never saw me.” 

“I saw you every second of every day.” It was the truth, Jake saw his moment and took it before you could think about the fact he’d taken so long to work up the courage to do it. He connected his lips with yours because surely you didn't have a concussion anymore or even at all. “I was just too afraid to let you in because if you broke my heart like you broke that girl's nose so help me god i’d never recover.” 

“There's a real big part of me who doesn't believe you, Seresin.” You admitted as you took his lips hostage again, your hands to car through the back of his hair and nap of his neck. “But since we’re airing everything out? I love you so much that that girls lucky she's not breathing through a tube right now.'' Jake knew you were holding back–it wasn't just a threat you made when you said next time you wouldn't go so easy. But a promise. 

Jake smiled up at you, just taking in the sight of you because he’d never seen you look so vulnerable with all your walls down. He wasn't about to take this moment for granted. No way no how. Kissing you softly and ever so slowly until you were pulling away for air. 

“Some people never find out what they have Y/n, only ever find out what they had and I could've been one of them. I know that– and I don't know if I still won't be one of them and that thought hangs around my neck like a millstone.” 

“Jake–” You whispered against his lips. 

“You're my refuge Brawler, the best person I know and I need you to see that the only one I let down more than you is me.” 

“You could never let me down Jake.” You cooed, sitting up just to drink in the sight of him beneath you. Still only covered by the throw blanket he’d given you. “But just for the record, you don't have to be afraid to tell me how you feel ever.” 

“Such a conflict diamond.” He beamed up at you because Jake knew he got his girl. Finally, the word seemed to spin again when you smiled back at him. A sight he’d missed far too much. “Just hope we can figure out a way to settle this whole mess before it goes to trial, can't lose you as my wingwoman just as i get you as my girl.” 

“So I'm your girl now am I?” You taunted, Jake knew the second your lips curled up into a mischievous smile that he was going to have to work every day of his life to keep you pumped full of the love you deserved to revel in. pulling you down into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you tight. Kissing your cheek. 

“You've always been my Brawler, and will always be my girl.”

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 3, Episode 1

Phew okay time to wrap this one up for real this time!

This shot is interesting, we've got Ethan staring at Meredith, who's again looking at him, although probably because he's new and an easy target lol and then Johnson is watching Ethan, probably because he's looking at Meredith, while Matty has his eye on the bar

This is as far back as this shot gets, but Avron is nowhere in sight, so he had to have seen Matty walk over and purposefully approach him, what an asshole

Found him, weasel was waiting over there on the other side of the bar. Also I still can't get over Agnes calling him Prince it's so cute I just had to make it his actual title, the Prince of the Phoenixes 🥰 but I know it's probably got a bitter side to it too as a reminder that he is still a Phoenix, my deep dive on Matty could go on forever do not get me started

Okay I needed to point out this entire scene cause these two have such a fascinating not even relationship or rivalry but SOMETHING going on that I need to sit down with the creator and Rhys to know exactly what happened. I can theorize and write up Avron being horrible all day long but my desire to know what went on outside of 'Avron becomes a Brawler and Matty is jealous' because every single acting choice they chose for this scene is so fucking on purpose.

The way he just freezes and stares when he hears his voice isn't jealousy, that's a reaction. He was already tired from the run so he seems to be in a more serious mood here, but something switches as soon as Avron shows up. This is no longer fun on the river Matty, or initiation 'tell me why you wanna be a Phoenix' Matty, this is him upset over something, and Avron brushing him off is only making it worse like look at his face change once he touches him

That feels like such a deeper hatred than just jealousy. The way Avron is holding onto him and brushed him so roughly, the need to do full eye contact between them, and Matty's mouth twitches again before he says no problem. He was about to start something and I really need to know what happened you guys it's scenes like this that makes this show my Roman Empire

I looked up dandelion boys specifically for this fic and it turns out it means something along the lines of someone who has lived through great hardship and came out resilient and strong and I'm sobbing again

I don't want just this scene to be another post on its own so I'll save the rest of this for my eventual Matty deep dive but oh my god. Oh my god. The way he plays all of this. He wants to be a Brawler so bad but we all saw how happy he was on the river. I'm gunna cry again and I'm not joking this time. Oh my god.

Here it is, the moment that made me wanna do this series in the first place because I definitely didn't notice this the first time since Johnson was too hot. While Matty is getting the drinks, Johnson and Ethan grab some seats and sit down. Johnson is lighting a cigarette. Matty sits down with the drinks, Johnson is smoking throughout the whole scene, Meredith leaves, and then talks to Joel. Matty then talks to Ethan about her, now smoking, and Johnson is lighting another cigarette. Matty stole it from him instead of getting his own. They're married guys I'm not even kidding with this one.

Also I just love the insinuation of Johnson falling for all of them with no example from Matty, yet he's the only one who actually talks to a Pinup (cough Angel cough) at any point in the show. Gunna be a little full of myself for a second and say out of all the stuff I've written for the fic series so far, I feel like their talk on the car about love might be the closest to canon out of everything, it just feels right.

Okay first of all I love the little smile Ethan gives at their warning, what a sweet pea. Second there's Avron staring entirely at Matty again, just completely locked on. My god I need to know what their deal is you guys this is getting serious

He's not straight. This isn't a theory. I also think I was dead on with Matty only starting this conversation because he didn't like how he was talking to Ethan. Best way to get his attention away is to make him focused on Matty again after all

I really love the detail of Ethan trying really hard not to engage after getting involved with the asshole at the restaurant and him going so still the second he looks at Avron

His mouth was twitching again, he reached his breaking point with that one, he's not even looking at Ethan. Also lmao at Johnson looking like me the second I don't have my phone, and the cute lil spin in his chair I love him so damn much

This is another interesting shot to me, Matty is the one saying all this, and Johnson does a fake impressed whistle to go along with it, but Avron says 'that's right' to Johnson out of everyone there, like he should be impressed or something, you can see him look his way specifically, away from Matty and not to Ethan, I wanna know why they choose that direction (it's because I'm right and he's jealous)

This is so evil of Matty to reveal the Aunt V secret, look at how Avron's smile just falls because it's getting out, which is why I am constantly insisting that this runs deeper than jealousy because this is so incredibly personal, this one was made to hurt. Also in the og script they actually caught Avron getting a bj from a guy when they were on the river!

I'm crying again ;w; wonder why they went from this to something even worse? Probably because of all the violence everyone is about to lay out on this man heh me included

What did Avron do to make Matty say this??? What did he repeat that Matty must've told him??? Johnson is staring him down and agreeing with him too I'm gunna lose my mind!!!

Ethan coming in hot with the misdirection so he doesn't hurt Matty, Avron successfully reaching for him only for Matty to take it back, and those punches are not just jealousy again guys he's so fuckin mad here! He hurt him and Matty is hurting him back THIS IS KILLING ME

Once again Johnson is just sitting and watching back there. I mentioned it the first time I posted this scene a while back but I firmly believe he wasn't gunna let Joel throw him out, or maybe he knows that Joel actually wouldn't do that to begin with and this is just to scare him after acting out? The man really does have a soft spot for him so this wouldn't have been the end, he just needs to be grounded for the night and Johnson is aware of that. Obviously I wrote him right there trying to get Joel off cause the thought makes me cry, but I can just as easily picture them sitting outside afterward, Johnson just hands Matty a drink and they hang around all silent GAH I wanna write now but I can't until the weekend OTL

This isn't an observation. I do love how Ethan stands his ground cause we all know he isn't fragile, but jesus christ if anyone grabbed me like that I'd fold so fuckin fast 😳 On another note, it's probably intentional but I really thought Joel was Meredith's dad by this point lol so I had to make Ethan say just that in the fic

This is another interesting shot because Meredith comes into focus and waves of course, but that's also when Matty and Johnson come into focus as well ;w; he could very much be looking at them and then notice that she was there too (which is how I wrote it) just as much as him looking at her while they happen to be walking by, but of course my bet's on the former cause I love them. I'm also madly in love with the track that plays during this scene it's so damn good

They're looking at each other in the mirror 😭 and Matty was already looking before Ethan I can't take thiiiis

It's the end of the first episode are they trying to kill everyone watching?? Cause that certainly nearly happened to me when I saw Johnson looking like this godDAMN also Matty in a tie is the cutest thing I've ever seen I love how all three of them dress so much 🥰

And that's it for episode 1! I used up almost/all my pics/gifs in all three of these and I could've used so many more just on those Matty scenes, thankfully not as much happens in the future so I should be good sans probably the finale which might need two or more depending on how much I cry over the big reveal ;w; ❤️💛💙

[eatsbop]

Hi, let me just post this real quick cause my brain is being invaded by Lee Dowoon once again because (tw Munseong)

Plus points for Taehoon cause he never actually blamed anyone for anything like. Yeah. It was consequentially his choices and attitude that lead to Dowoon's death. Although to be fair who fucking lives like Jeongchan and calls himself human? Taehoon did the whole under the bridge thing. I didn't forget. I would have done the same. In fact over or under, doesn't matter, I would have broke Chan's arm and folded him too and maybe hang him upside down the bridge and hit his head over and over again with a baseball bat for good measure. But at length Taehoon blamed no one else but himself.

Anyway. That's not what this post was about.

(Tw Munseong)

I'm just wondering if Munseong saw Dowoon in Hobin too. Like, I don't think Pakgo was bullying Hobin for only 5 seconds. It did take a while for Munseong to stand against it. Idk maybe I didn't get the memo and it's simply a brawler dick-nity thing where it might come across as an insult if you help a guy when he's being bullied.

??

What even.

In any case if Munseong wanted to help Hobin he would have done so on day one.

So I was thinking maybe he just happened to wake up from his nap because of all the noise, looked up and recognized Dowoon's face. Like hey, isn't this the guy whose death I sorta kinda had a hand in?

I mean if Munseong felt bad for Hobin, I'm sure it wasn't the first time he was bullied in the classroom Munseong would have done something longer ago. He had no reason to approach him. Don't get me wrong, everyone's allowed to evolve. Don't get me wrong part 2, there's nothing wrong with Hobin either he could attract friends no problem. Like I would approach him as we would see each other eye to eye (spoiler he's taller than me). But Munseong's in the titan side of the planet and I'm sure he would have missed Hobin completely unless they incidentally met while he was standing two steps down the staircase.

Lool.

That's just it. That's just what I want to say. When Munseong pulled a (o.O) after hearing Taehoon's voice say (out of everyone he was probably expecting from planet earth never to say) "no one's blaming you", I just thought it would be interesting if he's holding some guilt of his own. And that Taehoon implied something between the line when he said what he did as well.

[ayarnofpearls]

Since Alastor is girlie pop:

I needed to draw them bonding and kicking legs together. They are bonding over favorite body disposal methods during a sleep over.

(UH so I'll info dump about these under the cut lmao bc I love talking about death too much. Plus relationship dynamics!)

I need to work on Scurris feet more, because as a squirrel she can totally do shit like this:

And a lot of that has to do with the feet, which is part of why I draw her bare foot a lot. Part of her thing is that she's only really a physical fighter- she does lightly use her magic but girlie has to get good. Meanwhile she's gonna crawl up walls for pouncing advantage.

And yes Alastor still has his monocle on, (Scurri took her glasses off) He...might sleep with it on. I can't decide what'd be funnier. 🤔 this actually might be before this doodle now that I think about it.

@sunstar-of-the-north

I like to think given the time period Alastor knew where the hog farms were for body disposal. There's a bunch of old tales about pigs that they will eat anything in their pen and if a pig tastes human blood you gotta put it down because it'll get aggressive and try to go after people idk about the second one but pigs will absolutely eat humans! A lil prep before hand and well nomnom.

The gator bait is more of a joke because I don't think they are that effective at complete consumption but if he plotted it right he maybe could fool authorities that it was a gator death. Forensics wasn't as good back then.

Dinner is dinner, though it's not said if he was a cannibal in life or if he started in death.

My favorite body disposal method is tossing that body in a hole and planting a tree over it actually but what I mean by fertilizer here is the nitrogen gas frozen body then pulverized version. However composting does yield lovely fertilizer as well.

Aquamation is using water for cremation type effect leaving only bones behind for later powedering in a cremulator.

Funeral pyre is like you think, only instead of the 'viking funeral' which will burn out before cremation it's more of an open air bonfire with the body in the middle. Loved ones or hired people will continually feed the fire until completion. These can be lovely ceremonies as loved ones can bring flowers or other burnable memorabilia to add to the fire.

...

This actually all futher plays into the opposite but complementary nature of Scurri vs Alastor. Alastor of course thinks of the dead in terms of meat vs Scurri thinking of them in terms of meaningful disposition. Design wise I like that they are two sides of the same coin.

Scurri has to be a physical brawler vs Alastors magic allowing him distance in fights, he can dip dive dodge but could you imagine him kicking someone in the face? Highly unlikely. Scurri has to dress for fighting whenever possible and Alastor is afforded his sense of style that would otherwise make fist fighting difficult. Scurri being my self insert would actually like to wear delicate clothing but isn't afforded that luxury yet. Same with her short hair. Her tail is huge weak point I joke with my friends it's a 4 feet long handle attached to her spine so she keeps her hair short, dont need ANOTHER thing for opponents to grab onto. Vs Alastor who if he has a tail it would be comparatively shorter. Fucking try grabbing his tail. You can't because you're dead for trying.

Alastor is a prey animal that has completely overcome his form, Scurri is doing her best okay.

So why do they hang out and eventually become queer platonic partners? They make each other laugh. Yeah Jessica Rabbit said it best. Ace icon she is.

"What do you see in that guy?"

"He makes me laugh."

Anyway this wandered a little from the point BUT I do plan on actually writing a profile. Usually my inserts are just me in hats but I reworked Scurri and then you know, she did kill a guy to go to Hell which (knock on wood) I have most definitely not done. So she's both me and not me. Love that for her.

I have a whole lore background and she doesn't even go to the Hotel until her 3rd year of being in Hell due to finding a found family (tm) and such.

[sonicasura]

Ok hear are the stages we know so far for Shadow

- Ark

- A twisted combination of Westopolis and Radical Highway

- Rail Canyon

- Kingdom Valley

- Chaos Island

- Resistance Base, Sunset City ?

Trainer's stages will be

- Isle Of Armor

- Mt. Coronet

- Sky Pillar and The Surronding Islands

- Split-Decision Ruins and The Dynamax Tree

- Citadark Isle

- Poni Island with the focus being on Vast Poni Canyon and the Alter Of The Sunne And Moone

Mission Structure

Select Stages

All stages will always begin with only one of the Main Trio being able to enter, when one of the Main Trio reach the end it will allow all of the Main Trio to enter

These Will Be 1 Act

Trio Stages

The Main Trio will form a team of 3 with choosing one of the Pokemon to accompy them. Shadow will lead with Omega and the selected Pokemon at Shadow's side as they traverse the stage Sonic Heroes Style

These Will Have 2 Acts

Battle Stages

These stages are a brawlers with there being swarms of both Sonic and Pokemon Remnant enemies. Everyone of the Main Trio will be there, Trainer will send out 3 Pokemon to fight alongside Shadow and Omega as they advamce through the stage

I imagine these stages being like Kingdom Hearts styled fights from like 2 or 3 if you ever played or seen gameplay of that.

These Will Be 1 Act

Rivals And Bosses

Since the full game is still a ways of this will be speculation for some of Shadow's fights

Shadow Bosses

- Biolizard

- Metal Overlord

- Egg Wyvern or Egg Emperor

- Dark Gaia

- Hyper Eggrobo

Shadow Rivals

- Infinite

- Emerl

- Any ideas for the third rival?

Trainer's Bosses

- Cyrus

- Lusamine Nihilego Fusion

- Eternatus

- Greevil

- Ai Professor Sada

Trainer's Rivals

- Paul

- Bede ( This would be N, but the story of Black and White has yet too take place or maybe I should add N and change up the timeline a bit?

- Kieran

Boss Stages

The Stage these fights take place on is unstable so all Heroes may enter too fight the boss, same goes for the rivals. Each fight however will be drastically different as the Bosses and Rivals are controled by the remnants of The Time Eater and Black Doom, teamwork between the Main Trio will be the pathway to victory

This will be a big adventure for the Main Trio, as they face the remnant of The Time Eater and Black Doom. A lot is at stake and it will force our Heroes to face the one that brought Shadow's world to the brink and the one who tears apart Space-Time too stop both from fulfilling the end goal of the plan

Thankfully Ultimate Lifeform, The Most Powerful E-Series Robot, and The Frontier Brain will fight back this catastrophe and at the end find out quite a lot about the others past

Any Suggestions or Changes?

Shadow's third rival should be Mephiles as it's perfect for a mirror match between the two. For N, I say the clash is wrought because Trainer has the Black Stone. This enemy actually belongs to the Pokemon that been slumbering beside our unaware heroes: Zekrom.

An illusion bringing out a twisted form of Reshiram which causes the opposite to awaken in fury at the duplicate. Plus it further expresses Trainer's character to our Team Dark members. They are a person of ideas who doesn't care about the dark truth behind their companions, only who they choose to be.

So what if Eggman made Omega or Shadow is part Black Arms? They chose to follow their own paths and are Trainer's friends. A powerful heartfelt sentiment that convinces Zekrom to fully help the group without a required battle(like in Pokemon White game).

Plus it gives Trainer reason to explore the Unova region as to learn more about their newest companion.

Completely unrelated but I also thought about Zekrom awakening in the KN8 crossover. Why not give the cast(especially Kafka) a fucking heart attack than to witness Trainer battling a Legendary Pokemon as they want to test their strength. I won't be surprised if Zekrom been watching them while slumbering in Black Stone state.

Or for the Defense Force's jaws to drop when the Pokemon bows afterwards and Trainer catches them. The shock value would be immense if this is before the Tachikawa Base invasion. Like imagine their faces seeing a big dragon disappear into a tiny ball?

Although it might put a target on Trainer's head that No.10 could change his attack plans. How mean would it be if he goes for Reno's house instead? Or Trainer on their own during a night outing because that's Mina and Kafka's worse fear right there.

[kiruamon]

Prison AU 2

Like promised the second part of this au!:D

Let's start with Oz's first day in prison!

"Hey dipshit! Listen carefully. From today, you are mine. I can do whatever I want with you. That means if I say jump, you jump. If I need a punching bag or a doormat, you'll gladly taking it. No complaints. Or else you'll be really sorry. Do you understand me?"

Too afraid to raise his voice, Oz just nodded as he silently hoped to survive the next 24 hours.

_

Well Oz survived his first days in prison, but things were still rough.

"Out of my way diphead!"

Without further warning, Oz was pushed out of the way by Damien and landed face-first on the floor. So this was how the rest of his future would look during his stay here? … Great… He'd probably better get used to it quickly.

_

Aaaand a scenario I already mentioned in part 1!

"So. Say. Why did they bust you here? Tax fraud? Pickpocketing? Run a red light?"

"… lack of a surname," Oz answered hesitantly, not daring to move even an inch as long as the demon was still resting his elbows on him.

Silence followed his answer.

"…"

"Pfffh. Kekekekeke! You can't be fucking serious! That's the most idiotic thing I've heard since Dave from cell 7 tried to flush himself down the toilet to escape! Spoiler. It didn't work."

_

It is unavoidable that Oz encounters the other prisoners from time to time which aren't the nicest company there is. And in times like these, Oz is pretty thankful that Damien is keeping an eye on him.

"W-why… did you… help me?"

"It's obvious, isn't it? If any of these shitheads mess with my property, I have to show them their place. Simple as that. Plus, I really can't stand those fuckers."

"O-Ooooh… "

"What's with the long face all of a sudden? Did you thought… Urgh! Whatever! Listen. If you don't want any trouble with the others, just stay close to me."

"O-okay… "

_

Over time Oz becomes a bit braver when interacting with a certain spicy red adult. Damien on the other hand is not sure what to think of that.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Stop touching me!"

It must had been ages since anyone had last touched him without the intention of ramming a fist into his face or stomach. Damien was almost about to push the guy away, but damn, feeling the cool hand gently stroking his forehead and head actually felt goo- no! No it didn't! Fuck was that irritating!

"Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean to… ", Oz stammered, before withdrawing his hand in a hurry. "I… was… just wondering what… what kind of face you're making," but just touching Damien to brush the demon's hair aside without first asking him was - of course - going too far and… And… Damien looked less angry than he had expected. Rather confused than angry. And… why were both his cheeks and the tips of his ears so pink? How strange. Could it be tha-

But before Oz could finish his thought, Damien suddenly screamed so loudly that it made him jump. With noisy steps, the demon stomped away to the corner of the cell farthest from him, crouched down and scowled at him through his long hair. … okay, yeah, nevermind his stupid hunch, he would be dead by tomorrow for sure.

_

Oz suggests Damien to braid his hair. Damien can't bring himself to say no to him, even if he doesn't understand why. Could be because of the noob's stupid and all sparkly white eyes when Oz suggests his idea to him.

"They're so long."

"Hadn't got much of a choice. The fuckers don't give me scissors or other sharp stuff. Otherwise I would have shortened it long ago."

"For real? … And yet you take such good care of it." Oz thought Damien's long hair looked lovely. But maybe he shouldn't say that out loud.

"Oh, shut up," Damien grumbled, before he muttered more quietly to himself: "… why do I even let you have your way with me?"

_

With Damien being the troublemaker that he is, and despite being a great brawler even the prince of hell sometimes gets into fights that are too much for him alone to handle. Also: Oz can be surprisingly protective when necessary.

"Stay away! Not one step closer! This is your last warning."

"… very well… If this is your final decision, I won't hold back any longer."

_

After Damien was patched up Oz was more than a little relieved to see him back in their cell.

"I-I… I'm so… so glad you're b-better again!" sobbed the giant noob in front of him so badly that Damien had a hard time understanding the exact words, while big tears rolled endlessly down his cellmate's cheeks.

What the fuck was going on? How was he supposed to deal with this? He wasn't used to someone bursting into fucking tears over him! At least not like this. Why… why did the noob even cared about him… ?

"Stop whining already! It wasn't even that big of a deal." Seriously. A big guy like that, and then such a crybaby.

But maybe he deserved some praise. Just this once.

"You know. For being such a coward, you didn't fight too bad." Damn was it hard to reach for Oz's head! But with a little stretching Damien somehow managed to pat his head.

"No need to look so surprised. If necessary, even I can express a little gratitude."

_

Let's say... after that they become more comefortable around each other.

Yeah, not much to say about this sketch. Just some hand holding while sleeping.<3

_

Also, there was that weird day when Oz accidentally got some changing clothes in the wrong size and instead of walking around with a top that was too small to fit, he decided to shrink himself a bit.

"Wait. What… no, wait… huh? What the heck is going on with you? Why are you suddenly so… so… small? Did they wash you too hot or…?" What kind of absurd game was being played here?

"Haha… haaaah… sorry... I probably should have mentioned it sooner. I guess you could say that I… that I can change my appearance? At least to some extent? Sort of. Oh my, this has gotten really weird… "

_

Oz loves Damien's fluffy hair. Very much.

"Argh! I said you can touch it, not that you can use it as your fucking pillow!"

"Just one more minute, please! It's soooo soft~ " He could do that all day if Damien would let him!

_

It kind of became a habit. Which gradually lessened Damien's loud protests.

Damien: *just thinking* //He is doing it again! I have to do something about this! Now! ... okay, maybe five more minutes. But then... then... urgh... When did the Noob become so bold? Or did I lost my spite? Nah, can't be.//

_

And there are these days when Damien just needs someone to listen to him and is very grateful for Oz being there.

"I hate this place." "I hate not having a way out." "I hate all these stupid assholes who think they can do whatever they want to me." "I'm Damien fucking LaVey! Not some little gangster." "I hate that I've been stuck in this fucking shithole for two years without knowing how my dads are doing…. " "I hate that I can't stop wondering if they even remember me… "

"I'm sure they do," Oz replied more confidently than he perhaps should be. But after everything he'd already heard from Damien about his parents, it just had to be the case. For several days now, his mind had been rattling. Various ideas, which promised a chance of escape. For his new friend. There was no way he would leave Damien alone in this prison. Never.

_

Sometimes Oz will ask Damien for a little favor.

"And it's truly no problem?"

"Nah. And at least like this, I get the chance to tower over you for a while."

What a relief. He just missed the contact with his friends. Hugging them or just sitting comfortably together with them. So he was glad that Damien understood and fulfilled his surely weird request without much questions. It simply felt good to be held in his arms. To feel some warmth. Oz was glad for having Damien by his side. And not simply as a substitute for his friends. Over time, he had really grown to like the arson-loving prince. A soft chuckle escaped his mind. "Yeah, right. Thanks Damien~"

"No more thanks. I get it. Sometimes you just need a little closeness."

Yeah, that was true.

_

Aaaand for the finish. Damien finally gets his revenge on Oz! Wait. What?

"Hah! Take that! This is my revenge for all your cheeky moves! Quiet now, aren't you? And don't even think that I'm done with you yet. I told you on your first day, remember? You are mine. And what's once mine, I never give back."

Was it bad that he didn't minded Damien's so-called revenge? That the idea of more made his heart beat faster and faster? He could get used to this feeling.

_

Hope you had as much fun with this as I had!;)

[ronearoundblindly]

Autumn Is Healing (Oct 30th)

Flufftober Day Thirty--Dear Diary

drabble for steve rogers x super soldier!reader (see previous or series)

Humor/Angst/Fluff about sorting through your feelings for Steve. For this, remember that when Autumn was a Soldier, Hydra labeled Steve a target for her but also called him "the prize."

Warnings for language and confused self-deprecation. WC ~800

Dear Diary,

Still getting muddled sometimes. Feel bad for the people around me the most because I can’t tell what’s going on. I hear my handlers and all these languages, and then I just panic. The nightmares aren’t always memories, I think. At least one is just a horrible dream where I’ve gotten the prize, where I complete my mission, and then I wake up and Steve is right there.

I don’t understand how he can’t see it. I’m dangerous. Specifically, I’m a danger to him because I don’t always know what’s happening, or worse, if it already happened.

He pities me. I can see it all over his face. He’s always around though, and I like it. I like that but I don’t trust myself. How can he trust me? How can he not sleep with one eye open? How can he not be waiting for me to flip like a switch and try to kill him? That’s what one of the things I was created for. 

And yet, that idiot stays around.

I know what Barnes told me. I know Steve’s a guy too good for his own good, but maybe I don’t want to tell him to go away. Shouldn’t that guy just be smart enough to stay away? I’ve tried to kill him before. How is he—

Bucky told me about that, too. He warned me it would be this hard, this confusing, but it’s worse when I…I don’t…see, the thing is, I don’t actually want Steve to go away. I look at him, and yes, I am so terrified of what I might do, what he might think of me if he knew everything, but I don’t want to stop looking at him. I want to feel like that utterly glowing guy can really see me and that I’m actually worth that smile. I want to feel that tingle when our skin touches. I want that heat to be for me.

I don’t want it on a lie. I’m afraid. I’m afraid if he knows me then it will go away. I’m afraid of what I am without him because somehow he has faith in me when I have none in myself—which is also something Bucky warned me about. I could tell when he said that that sometimes he doesn’t trust Steve’s judgment. Bit of an idiot, bit of a brawler, he said. In their youth at least. It felt like Bucky doubts Steve, but he doesn't doubt Steve...if that makes sense. Which it doesn't but that's how it seemed.

I know what it is. I know this feeling from way back, but I can’t. I shouldn’t feel like this when there is so much—It’s wrong. He doesn’t mean to be anything but nice, I swear, but I’m over here like a love-sick puppy hoping he’ll smile at me just one more time. And Bucky always brings him around, I think trying to get him used to me not trying to kill him, but Steve just…

He’s really fucking perfect, okay. And it’s not fair and it makes me feel worse, but I don’t want him to stop being around and I don’t want to not see his smile anymore and—fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I remember what it is to like someone, but I don’t remember what to do. My brain is so scrambled, I’m not sure I ever will know, or trust it, so I just hope

I want

I just need him to stay. I need him to stick around because I need him to be around while I figure out how to be me again.

I want to hold his hand under the stars, and I want to feel his hands on me when we dance, and I want to kiss his cheek just a second longer than everyone else. I want him to notice that I’m trying for him. Which is ridiculous but there it is. It’s stupid because he’s my prize…again…sort of, and the prize is if Steve can love me, maybe I’m lovable again.

I know I should tell him, but I’m afraid to. What if he—I’ll tell him, I know, I have to. It’s just Maybe I’ll tell him tomorrow and then if it goes badly it was just some silly Halloween joke? That way I’ll know but it’ll be safe to…leave it if he’s offended or something? Okay. It’s settled. I can do that. I can tell him tomorrow and then that’ll be over.

But I swear if Bucky laughs at me, I’m going to punch him in the face. I blame him. This is his fault. Don’t dangle your handsome best friend in front of people and expect them not to have a crush. That’s just such a douche move. Fucking brothers. I mean, seriously?

Maybe they should have just left me on ice.

This is so stupid. I'm being really dumb about this and I know it but I can't stop. My brain just screams at me all the time.

I really hope I’m not wrong, but since this is already such a mess and I know I can’t t Well…we’ll see.

A.R.B.

o.0 Y'all ready for a love confession tomorrow???? So I know this one is very piecey and jumbled, but I used to keep a diary for like 15 years, and I swear this is exactly how it read when I liked someone. Hopefully, it translated pretty well. If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment. Thank you for reading!

banner and challenge details @flufftober; divider by @silkholland

[Day Twenty-Nine; Day Thirty-One]

[Chronological Next Part]

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[lesbiansurge]

June 2023 Brawl Talk

OH FUCK DANI IS IN THE BACKROOMS!!!!!!

more below the cut!

the new brawler this season is Cordelius, a, um..... mushroom, guy...? they say he was a gardener in starr park, but the toxicity of the place drove him mad; now he's stuck there. oh shit thats LORE!!!!!! nothing we didnt already know but wow!!!!

most of his kit isnt a whole lot; his main attack seems a little on the weaker end, but he is very fast to make up for that. on top of that, his super transports himself and whomever he hits to another dimension where they fight... TO THE DEATH!!! however, the odds are most definitely in his favor, as he gains a speed(!) and reload speed boost while his opponent can't use any gadgets or supers.

there's also spore mind cordelius, the tier 70 brawl pass skin, but frankly i dont care about it. blah blah blah another evil tier 70 brawl pass skin. this is like the third one we've gotten so far, right?

this skin (haunted house 8-bit) sucks dookey im not talking about it.

STONE TROLL LOU IS AWESOME THOUGH!!!! but its the power league skin *among us sound effect*

i actually quite like wood spirit chester. the face reminds me of el muneco from guacamelee 2 :) might not go out of my way to get it however.

finally...

ughhhh i could talk about my gripes with this skin now, but i'll save that for another post. tldr its a fun design but its also a big day for annoying people

there are more skins coming in The Summer of Pirates (keeping to the theme of summer of x) but i dont really care for any of them enough to cover here. which is funny considering griff and surge both got skins for this event.

its time for the best fucking part of this brawl talk though DOUG!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hes actually so awesome and looks so fun to play mechanically. plus i looooove hot dogs WAIT THATS WHY HES NAMED DOUG BECAUSE. BECAUSE THE THE THE HOT DOG!!!!!!!!!

mechanically he has a range similar to (maybe a little smaller than?) jacky, but with attacks like byron. that is, they both heal and hurt. there's also a bit of a point-blank mechanic in play where the closer everyone is to doug, the more health they gain/lose. i also noticed that the healing and damage arent 1:1, which actually makes me a little peeved since they refuse to do something similar for byron. but its whatever though (-:

moving on, he is the first brawler in the game that is able to revive others and himself! wait what about 8bit with extra life?? ...anyway, his super functions very similarly to gus, but replace the shield with a revive effect. of course, this revive effect doesnt last forever! i noticed that brawlers dont drop their gems if they get revived though, which sounds like he will be really good in gem grab. maybe. idk.

theres also the obligatory recolor skin draco doug. not much to talk about with that though <3

not to mention skin remodels! dark tide carl, iris tara (now stara), smuggler penny, and phoenix crow!!! wow!!! bonnie is also getting some 29 gem skins, unicorn bonnie and footbonnie (LIKE FOOTBALL. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER!!!)

finally, the moment some of you have been waiting for...! ARE! BOXES! RETURNING!!!

NO!!!!!!!!

i audibly cheered when they said that. however the mechanics are coming back in their own unique way. its in a way that i feel is a lot less predatory, so im overall happy with this, er... rework...?

introducing starr drops! you earn drops through winning matches (any kind of match counts) that can range from rare to legendary, much like the brawlers. you also get four chances to upgrade these drops, but the chances seem very small. drops can give resources, brawlers, pins, sprays, icons, and even skins! small caveat, only skins purchasable with bling that are not limited can be rewarded.

they also go into some stuff about how this is an overall buff to resource gain. i'll take their word for it :)

some extra stuff! payload is back, but the payloads themselves have no collision (basically meaning you can walk/shoot through them now. like hotzone but the zones move). takedown my beloved and wipeout my despised are back in rotation. quests can now be completed with more than one (but not every) brawler. speaking of quests, premium quests can now be progressed, even if you havent purchased the premium brawl pass. this makes it all the more sweet when you purchase the brawl pass after the beginning of the season :D

finally, paula is going to be leaving the brawl stars team. i wish her all the best <3

[mermaidsirennikita]

I read some romance with the man trying to get his wife back after his mistress left him. I could use more of the wives punching them in the face and kicking them in the groin for mistreating them.

Is it just me?

In addition to that, are there any stories about the wife and the mistress teaming up and realizing that they're both too good for this shit?

Idk, I'm not one who really seeks out a super aggressive punishment. I'm all for a grovel, but I'm less about the woman like... coming down on the man, and more about the man realizing through her absence or her reaction how badly he's fucked up. Like, I don't want her to have to tell him and then wail on him. If that's what I want, then it's not a romance I can believe in salvaging. One of my favorite grovels is in The Day of The Duchess, wherein the hero cheated on his pregnant wife (he had been tricked into marrying her, but they fell in love for real) and she subsequently lost the baby after leaving him. If the entire book was her really wailing on him, then I wouldn't believe they could possibly reach the point where I'd believe in them being together. She's just too fucking mad. And frankly, when the conflict is REALLY big, I'd like it to stem more from a lot of complex issues, not just his mistake--like in The Day of The Duchess, while he was more in the wrong, she did collaborate with her family to trap him.

Daring and The Duke (also by Sarah MacLean, who writes a great grovel) actually has the heroine punch the hero in the beginning of the book--but a) she's a brawler, so this makes sense b) she entreats him to fight her, and a lot of that scene is about how he cannot because he feels too much for her. And while the book does revolve around a horrible thing he did to her, he did it while they were young and both the victims of an abuser, so there were many complex trauma coalescing. And again, it happens at the beginning of the book--if she was that *mad*, versus that *sad* at the end... I don't know that I'd buy that they could reach the forgiveness necessary for them to be together. Because like, yes, a grovel is about making it up to the other party, but you also need to believe that other party has forgiven. Because if your partner is just holding something bad you did over your head for the rest of your life--I don't believe real relationships with that issue work, and I don't believe it in fiction. One of those only situations where that tit for tat stuff has worked for me in a book was where the hero got one over on the heroine after she got one over on him--in Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole. And part of why that worked was because, at some point, the heroine literally says like... If you're going to keep getting revenge on me like this, we can never be together, regardless of what I did, so pick a lane.

So it's definitely not just you, I see a lot of people saying this, but I don't have a lot of recs in this manner. Plus, if it's a romance novel, the central relationship has to be romantic, so unless the wife and mistress fall in love (which I'd like, but I haven't read it) it's not a romance, you know? And I feel like in that setup, if they aren't with each other, one of them would have to reconcile with the husband--because if they're spending so much time focused on this revenge on another guy the entire book, how can they have time to build a convincing romance with a third party?

That said, Julie Anne Long's Palace of Rogues series begins with Lady Derring Takes A Lover. Lady Derring's husband dies before the book begins, and it opens with her finding out that he basically frittered all their money away. A woman sweeps in to speak with the solicitor, and it's her husband's mistress, Angelique. Ultimately, Lady Derring and Angelique team up to buy and open a boarding house, and Lady Derring does indeed take a lover. The second book in the series, Angel in a Devil's Arms, is Angelique's romance. The rest of the books in the series are about boarders, and you see Lady Derring and Angelique and their husbands throughout it. Their friendship is really cool, but they don't quite take revenge on Derring, as he is in fact dead.

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 93, Replies Part 1

1) “So, let us jump in, on Chapter 93: Three seconds. Which is coincidentally how long I can go without being an asshole to Furuhashi.”- Hey, that’s practically a Quirk in itself!

2) "Okay I- I know that’s the negative space between his legs, but- All Might- That doesn’t look okay, you know?”- AFO is laughing at the accidental innuendo Furuhashi’s saddled All Might with. You know he’d go low enough to embarrass his enemies any way he could on the road to killing them.

3) “Oh god it’s the unholy thingun without an explanation, begone you foul demon! Just like thin might, you have no place here, your trickery shall not corrupt me!”- This is actually a few years before the start of the story, so I can’t actually recall how experienced Fatgum is as a hero – I always got the impression he was a sorta experienced newbie in the field, a new-generation hero who’d had time to grow and develop into his own by the time we met him in the present, much like Hawks is a rising star, yet he’s also clearly vastly experienced for his age. This might actually be one of the first times young Fatgum got into a fight during hero work, or at least a large-scale melee, which explains why he’s still thin – he hasn’t yet learned that he needs to stock up on his fat reserves at every in-between opportunity in case something like this happens. On the other hand, his thin status is clearly also to justify the capture-specialised hero being incapable of subduing this many rampaging villains, thus necessitating All Might’s hand in events. Truly, his retirement was a blessing in heavy disguise, because it forced a lot of people to start shaping up quickly to fill in for him until Izuku was ready….if he’ll ever be, judging by his current situation in MHA though.

4) “OH MY GOD THEY FUCKING KILLED THINGUN SEE, THIS IS WHY HIS FAT WAS IMPORTANT. HOPEFULLY THE NEXT ITERATION WILL KNOW BETTER”- He did mention he used to be a bit of a brawler and had some good fighting skills, but those don’t mean much when a mass of bodies is crushing you underfoot. The only way to beat mass is more mass.

5) “uh, is he tho? It is All might after all, and in his prime form, and the chapter is called three seconds, if we put this all together I think we HOLY SHIT THAT COP DOESN’T HAVE A FACE”- Nomura!!? The early showing of the Nomura Everywhere system!?

6) “There we go, much better.”- I admit, these are nostalgic. Been a while since we saw sad Handyman Tomura.

7) “okay you know, we have seen in the main series that All Might has some pretty sharp reflexes due to all his decades fighting crime and kicking ass, but I don’t think we ever had anything saying that OfA enhanced his senses, did we? I don’t remember anything about him having better eyesight, or fucking hearing a distress call from the other side of the country for that matter.”- I thought it might be a side-effect of the Quirk all along, both to fit with the Superman theme as well as also being a necessity due to the sheer power OFA imbues him with. The eyes and such are a muscle after all, and OFA enhances all of All Might’s muscles with the base strength, so I assumed his senses had become somewhat superhuman to match his punching power. After all, being able to move faster than a speeding bullet doesn’t mean much if your other senses can’t perceive the environment around you, leading to you smashing into stuff uncontrollably when you move faster than you can see. Likewise, All Might is demonstrably superhuman in durability as well, even with his physical weakness, as AFO blasted him back through buildings as “love taps” to weaken him at Kamino, so beyond just making your body stronger, the Quirk must have other effects that add together into bestowing the full superhuman abilities All Might and Izuku are capable of.

8) “Also All might turned that villains into a human pretzel, that guy is absolutely dead right there, or all his limbs are completely broken.”- Hey, All Might’s a nice guy, but he’s still using violence to beat down criminals threatening others in an uncontrollable rampage. Sometimes, you just got to put a sucker down and make sure they don’t get up without extensive recuperation: see AFO, or Mr Potato Head as we first knew him by.

9) “OH GOD THE HOLY DAKIMAKURA HAS DESCENDED FROM THE HEAVENS NOW THAT THE SINNERS HAVE BEEN PURGED”- Now I think on it, there must be officially licenced Body Pillows of All Might out there as well, shouldn’t there?

10) “There we go, now the can see and breath again, that was close, they could’ve perished if I hadn’t done anything”- Your true Quirk power is to draw the unseen, give face to the void.

11) “Hey, you’re on the clock here All might, we aren’t paying you to be chitty-chatty with random investigators, go down there and cause a paradox by destroying hoodie before Endeavor can do so”- AFO probably counted on All Might’s nice nature to further delay him beyond the three-second window he bought, stopping to chat with the on-scene cops first before pressing onwards to resolve the crises underground.

12) “AfO, I’m sorry to inform you the Rolex you bought is broken, because I think that was a bit longer than three seconds. Hell, him stopping to talk to the cops was probably at the very least 5 seconds long.”- AFO is running on Namek time. It’s exactly as long as the plot needs it to be to work, and absolutely anybody who gives you a measure of time is talking out of their ass.

13) “Hey knuckles, been so long since we last saw you, feels like it was over a month ago or something.”- Koichi’s still waiting for him to finish with the store run back in the present too….

14) “Not in time to chat? That’s alright, that’s understandable, you need to get down with the sickness and all that, completely reasonable reason.”- Knuckles’ Quirk is also a benefit to Furuhasi in drawing out the conflict a little, allowing Knuckles’ hyper-speed mental analysis to make the fighting feel like it’s lasting longer than it really is.

15) “Well, he is an unfinished model after all, although you have no way of knowing that right now. “- Knuckles was probably smart enough to tell that Hood’s performance showed clear gaps and deficiencies where he could improve, which, along with him being yanked away, probably made him suspect that Hood was meant to be further “trained” to better his combat potential, which is why he started the investigation in the first place, even after this raid had seemingly been “resolved”.

16) “Oh right, Parappa the rapper was here as well, my how could I even forget about that, oh this cursed memory of mine, always playing tricks, it makes it seem like it was almost a month ago since I last saw him.”- Rappa’s bringing the beat, as Knuckles keeps up the heat, all whilst light on his Feet!!

17) “oh, something tells me this strategy is about to face some… unexpected difficulties”- Unexpected tactics: A Nomu grabbing a weapon from the environment to fight better agaisnt an enemy. It might be because he can’t do his body-restructuring trick for long or such, but I think this is the first time we’ve ever seen a Nomu grab a nearby object to use in a battle. Normally they’re either so strong they don’t need something so flimsy, or they can grow the weapons from their own bodies as part of their Quirk upgrades, like with the Chainsaw Nomu, so it shows both Hood’s adaptability and overall weakened status compared to the finished self he’ll later be. @thelreads

[heroic-endeavors]

Life Near The Sea - Stardew AU - Angel

Angel left the abandoned farm shortly after delivering the package he was sent to deliverer. It was mostly some new tools and seeds to use. Though some others put some cola and various foods in there too. He paused a moment before looking out at the ocean. There was something about him he wasn’t able to place. Not to mention the scar on that mans face.

He thought about the rumors of the chaos happening in the cities. Luckily nothing happened in this small town. Or at least not yet. If something did happen they probably wouldn’t be well protected. Their only hero was actually a vigilante who people called Bar Brawler because the most he does is breaking up bar fights.

That was one of the reasons why Angel wanted to get his license. So this small down could have an official hero. But that might end up being harder than he’d anticipated.

Then he thought of that newcomer’s face. Aside from that scar. There was a look of surprise. Maybe a bit of fear. Did he fear someone had followed him here? Unless he left any hints about his location that might not be possible unless they followed him from the start of his journey. It might be more like he wasn’t expecting visitors so early in the morning if at all.

He must have left the city because of the chaos he’d been hearing recently. Didn’t the current number one hero Endeavor disappear recently? Endeavor... no, that couldn’t be possible. But what if? What if the newcomer was Endeavor? Honestly he didn’t think he’d do anything at all if that were the case. Who would he tell? Not like he had anyone to talk to. Or anyone he wanted to talk to.

For fuck sake the identity of the newcomer doesn’t matter right now. Doing his job matters more. Today Angel was to do town cleanup. Yet so many things seem to distract him. Even the birds flying overhead seem to be a distraction. One also seems a bit weird...

[sukunasbabymama]

The three deities battle.

└ Pairing. Kanto Manji Gang!Haruzhiyo “Sanzu” Arashi.

└ Summary. Sanzu’s imagine where reader was a good childhood friend, now a part of Brahman, and she gets the shock of her life when she sees Haru in the battle of the 3 deities?

└ Word count. 2.3K.

└ Warnings. Spoilers and a lot of them so if you are not updated till the last chapter don’t do this to yourself, violence, cursing, can we say this is angst or hurt? I genuinely don’t know.

└ Note. This request is from the last time I had them open, but because the battle wasn’t finished I couldn’t start this. Y’all know I try to make it look a little into character. And fail in the process bc what is that final? Sat i love you for helping me in this.

Request.

Things started to go down quickly.

As soon as Takeomi shouts that the fight is for Draken you go feral, taking down every single person that crosses your path. You could hear your boss telling the whole gang to calm down but you couldn’t find in you the will to do it. Your mentor was killed by these fuckers and they are going to pay.

A huge brawl starts to happen at your right and when you look your eyes get wider to see Haruchiyo smacks the brawler of Rokuhara Tandai with a metallic pipe. You stay still for a second looking at him till you see him lifting his arm again. You run to them.

“…It’d be much easier to use weapons, y’know?!” He was telling the guy.

Just in time you get close enough to smack him right across the face, so hard that he takes one knee.

“What the…?” The other guy says but you’re looking at your friend on the floor.

“You motherfucker, really? Weapons? You’re so fucking lame.” He looks up and falls on his ass from the shock.

“Y-Y/N?” He asks, confused, Kakucho long forgotten to him. “W-what the hell are you doing here? This is a war.”

“What else am I doing here other than fighting with my gang?” You spit, furious, his eyes still wide as hell from the shock of seeing you. “I can’t believe you could abandon your siblings like that… Kanto Manji?”

“Let them.” You heard behind you and when you look over your shoulder the guy Sanzu hit is ordering guys from his gang not to hit you, you turn around to face him and shake your head.

“Don’t. Continue your fight with him, it’s not worth it to me.” You say and start walking to where your boss and your superiors are to back them up.

You don’t see him again.

That night ended with your boss dissolving the whole gang and Sanzu’s boss killing the unparalleled South. It was a mess, it was too much at the same time.

After Draken’s funeral you go to your house and cry yourself to sleep. The next day is the same, more crying and not having the strength to even take a bath. Two days later you heard a knock on your door and frown because you don’t have gang duties anymore?

You get shocked again when you see Sanzu in your front door, expressionless looking right back at you.

“How may I help you?” You ask.

“Let me in.”

“No.”

“Let me in, please.” You shake your head. “Then come out and let’s sit on the staircase like we used to.”

You look at him deadpan and he sighs.

“Please, let’s—,”

You turn around and start walking upstairs. He quietly walks behind you after closing the front door. When he gets to your room you’re already under your blankets so he sits on the floor in front of you.

“Where’s your mom?” He asks.

“Business trip.” You quietly say.

“When was the last time you took a shower?” He asks, bluntly.

“Yesterday, why is this your business?”

“Get up.” He sighs.

When you don’t move he yanks the blanket off your body and leans to take you in his arms. He takes you to your bathroom and gets out, closing the door behind him.

“I will look for comfy clothes while you take a shower.” You heard him.

You sigh and do what he said, not because you want to, but because you actually need the bath. You tell him when you’re done and he passes you the clothes. When you get out, now all dressed up, you find your room more organized, your window opened.

“Come.” He says, getting under your blankets.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Haruchiyo.” You tell him and he nods while simultaneously palming the spot beside him.

“I know you hate me, but c’mere.” He nods at you and you get under the blankets too.

“Now what?”

“I don’t have a good relationship with my siblings, you’ve known this since forever; of course I’m not gonna be in a gang with them.” You look at your closet, because you don’t want to look at him. “Mikey has given me everything and I swore him loyalty.”

“Okay.” You murmur.

“I was pretty shocked when I saw you three days ago, and I could tell you were surprised too. But I also felt hurt when you said it wasn’t worth it. You know I’ll never think about you like that.”

“Okay.”

“Stop Y/N, I’m not here as Sanzu. I’m here as Haru.” He says in a whisper.

“My mentor was killed and I—,” You blink but it’s too late, you are already sobbing quietly. He pulls you in the middle of his crossed legs and hugs you.

You start shaking, crying in his arms and feeling like your breath is being taken away. He tightens his arms around you and hides his face on your neck, not saying anything. After a while you stop shaking a little and he kisses your head.

“We are supposed to be kids fighting. Just fighting to show who’s stronger, why did it end up like this? He wasn’t e-even active and…” You sigh shakily.

“I know love, I know.” He whispers. He doesn’t need to let you know that he actually went with killing intentions to that fight, so he doesn’t.

“What are you doing here, Haruchiyo?” You ask in a whisper now that you’re more calm.

“I wanted to check on you after all that. I knew he was your mentor and I know that your gang got disbanded, I wanted to make sure you’re not letting yourself fall into a hole.” You don’t say anything because to be honest, you’re only clean because of him so yeah, you were falling into a hole.

“I don’t respect a lot of people, and I sure as hell don't give a fuck about anyone, but you’re my friend. You’re my little friend who used to bring two pieces of everything to the park just to share with me. I appreciate you.” He mumbles, swaying you so softly from side to side. “I just want to be able to check on you on these hard times and—,”

“And after that?” You interrupt him.

“Keep checking on you, whether you let me in your life again or from afar.” He says.

You take his arms off your body softly and lean to take your blanket and fix it till it’s covering the both of you. Then you take his arms and put them around you again, he smirks behind you and tightens his arms.

“Okay.” You say quietly.

“Okay, what?”

“You can check on me.” You tell him,

“Up close or from afar?” He asks.

“Up close, please.” You say, a little embarrassed. He hums.

“You don’t have to tell anybody that we are friends again if you don’t want to.” He says, as if he just read your mind.

“It’s not that, I’m just… embarrassed. We split away when you started this gang stuff, we stop talking even though we are basically neighbors, then I got into your sister’s gang and the only thing that didn’t cross my mind is that I was going to see my friend again… while his gang destroys mine, just to have him comfort me three days later and making sure I do something so basic like taking a shower, it’s so emba—,”

“It’s not. It’s okay to split apart and then meet again, it’s normal for me to comfort you because I’m your friend.” He says, his hand sliding to your shoulders to massage them. “You got this.”

You don’t.

After he lets you alone that day you go back to having sad thoughts, feeling empty and not knowing what to do to cope with the sting in your chest.

When he comes back two days later he is already a little mad because you haven’t answered his texts and when he tried to call you he was faced with your phone being off. He knocks on the door three times and nobody answers, he sighs and starts banging on the door like a madman, because he knows you’re there, and he knows your mom is still away.

“Who is it?” He hears your voice and his eyes widened. You sound so weak.

“Open this fucking door right now, Y/N.” He says in a hard tone.

His suspicions are confirmed as soon as he hears the click and he grabs the doorknob, opening. You look like you’re going to pass out at any time, your eyes unfocused. You have the same clothes he gave you two days ago.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him, he crouches a little and takes you in his arms, directly to the bathroom without saying a word. He sits you on the toilet and starts filling the bathtub with warm water. He goes out and looks for new clean clothes and gets back into the bathroom. He undresses you to your underwear and helps you get under the water. He sits on the floor by your side and starts pouring water on your shoulders with his hand, softly. He washes your face. He helps you stand up and get out of the tub, after you’re as clean as he can get you.

He wraps you with a towel and walks you to the sink, taking your toothbrush and brushing your teeth. You haven’t said a word and he hasn't either till now.

“I’ll wait outside so you can take the underwear off and change into clean ones and clothes. Just knock on the door when you’re done.” He murmurs.

After you do as you’re told, he takes you in his arms again, this time to the kitchen. He sits you on the counter and starts cooking for you.

“Just a little bit, one bite at a time…” He is saying while feeding you. You look him in the eye and look down embarrassed. “You’re okay, Y/N.”

You take the food he is offering, your favorite dish at that, and when you feel full you shake your head. He nods.

He takes you to your room and sits you on a chair before doing what he did the other day, cleaning a little and opening the windows for some fresh air.

“Wanna lay down?” He asks you and you shrug. “What about the rooftop?”

He nods when you nod, offering you his hand. After taking some ice tea he walks you to the roof of the building and y’all sit on two old chairs there, giving you your drink and making sure you drink it. He finally relaxes on the chair.

“I’m so sorry…” You murmur, your voice raspy after not talking for a while. He acts nonchalant.

“Why? You haven’t done anything.”

“You had to take care of me like a baby because I can’t get a hold of myself. I’m sorry that you have to—,”

“Do you still like iced tea that much?” He interrupts you, taking the conversation anywhere but you thinking you were wrong. “I still prefer coffee.”

You look down and he smiles, knowing that you’re doing everything in you to not smile. You look at him expressionless and he gives you a soft smile.

“I’m here to lift you up every time you fall, Y/N. Every. Single. Time.” He whispers.

In silence you stand up from your seat and sit on top of him, sideways. He hugs you and lets you get comfy on his chest, he starts swaying from side to side really softly.

“You don’t need to say or be sorry about anything. I can always walk off, go to Mikey and forget about everything. But I want to take care of you.” He mumbles and you nod.

“You… are a good friend.” You say and he chuckles darkly.

“I’m not, if I was I would’ve done a lot of things differently.” He says, although he doesn’t sound regretful.

“Thank you, thank you so much for all you just did without a single trace of judgment. You told me I got it the other day but after you left me alone I started feeling bad and wanted to be in bed all day. I didn’t even find the will to put my phone to charge.” He nods, letting you know that he understands.

“I could never judge you, dummy.” You nod, not looking at him since he was resting his chin on top of your head.

“I…” He starts, knowing damn right he’s not good with words. But he’s gonna try it. For you. “We know I’m not perfect, I’m actually a bad and toxic person and I’ll probably do more fucked up shit in the future, who knows. But— I’m always gonna accept you, support you and be there for you. And if someone breaks your heart I will personally stab them right into their heart.”

“But, what if it’s you?” You mumble.

“Mhm?” He hums confused. You lean back to be able to look at him.

“What if it’s you who breaks my heart? What happens then?” You say, and he smiles, lifting his hand to pat your head.

“Then I’ll give you the sword myself.”

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Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 6, Episode 3

Oh boy I can tell already I might need to split this one up into several posts again let's jump right in

Proud of them 🥰 Bru's also so funny lol hey wait why did Ethan look at Matty I didn't even write this ep 😮

Another rare mention of time, it's every single one of these small mentions that made me switch the timeline from an estimated year or many months down to just two.

Why is Johnson leaning so far isn't that like so uncomfortable??

Okay I went to gif this because Matty's hand on his thigh is driving me insane but then I noticed that Ethan is sitting so spread he might actually just have his leg touching Johnson's 😳

I love how he's speaking to everyone and he's still like 'this is all on you' while Johnson is free from the lecture the entire time. I love writing Johnson's interactions with Joel so much for reasons that aren't revealed yet and I wish the show gave me some so they all weren't just me ;w; and again Joel is hot but not my quite type but if he did this to me I'd 😳

I love this bit so genuinely. The Brawlers are strong and in power. They have the cops paid off. They make so much money. These are good times like Joel says, but he also isn't high and mighty and overpowered. He's been through the old war and he doesn't want it to happen again. Fuck I seriously love this guy I love writing him so much and I'm so incredibly excited for the episode 8 chapter you don't even know

They're all so beautiful

This isn't my Phoenixes but I love the detail of his chain being attached to a knife, not a wallet, and he uses it to whittle the giraffe for Lyla ;w;

Since I'm on this scene, it's also interesting that the clock in the background is broken to keep up the timeless theme, I don't think I've seen a single clock in this whole thing and if I did I completely missed it

I really love Ethan's serious face here, I wonder if he was this assertive before he met Matty and Johnson cause he seemed pretty restrained back at the restaurant even when he was getting mad

Fuck off Witt 😒

Or you could stay. It makes me actually kinda sad that he's still trying to get away here

Angel! But really I'm so curious as to who she is to him, like am I right?? Is this Matty's girl or usual Pinup? Are they together in some sense or are they friends? I don't think she sells anything to him since that seems to be Meredith's whole thing, so I'm gunna continue calling her Angel and writing her story for the writers okay it's canon now

Had to gif this entire exchange because their relationship is so important to me. This boy has always been a single child and now he knows what it's like to have a little sister ;w; him letting out the longest resigned sigh known to man is the funniest thing to me apart from his little smirk in the 4th gif oh my god I love him so much, gets bullied once and agrees

Would've loved to do the next scene as well since they're all together but I couldn't resist all the Matty, so all of that will be saved for tomorrow~ 💙

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Crosshair -My Beloved Enemy 9 – The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warnings: Cursing/Hurt/Tension/Argument/Jealousy/Angry Crosshair/ Violence/ Blood/ Injury

What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 – The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

The tension in the room was almost unbearable, you could feel it crackling on your skin. You knew that the situation would escalate and you had no idea if you could defuse it. You didn't want them to fight, to hurt each other, especially not because of you. For Corsshair, reintegration into the group was hard enough as it was.

You jumped up and stood between them.

"Cross, please don't do this. We already talked about it, he apologized, deleted the video and he knows it was wrong."

Crosshair growled, "Of course he knows that, he knew it before he did it, yet it happened!"

The sniper had a point, of course, but Tech was not a villain but one of his brothers who had suffered a weak moment and regretted it.

Tech wanted to push you aside so you wouldn't get caught in the middle, but you didn't let him and shook his hands off.

"You should back off a bit, Y/N," he said calmly.

Crosshair grumbled, "We actually agree on that for once".

"No," you said defiantly "You idiots are not going to fight here and now!"

"Maybe we should go outside," suggested Tech.

"I didn't mean it that way! You're not going to fight at all!" you protested, annoyed.

Crosshair sighed, grabbed your right wrist, and pulled you along with him.

"What the hell are you doing?", you protested.

He pushed you into your bedroom, gave you a quick kiss, and muttered, "Sorry, feel free to yell at me later if it helps."

He pushed you onto the bed, getting you out of balance so you couldn't follow him so quickly, left the room, closed the door and pulled one of the cables on the locking mechanism. You couldn't open the door anymore.

"CROSSHAIR!" you yelled in anger as well as disbelief.

He had locked you into your own bedroom in your shuttle, for crying out loud.

„HUNTER! WRECKER! ANYONE!“

No one reacted.

„Fuck!“

You still had a com device in your nightstand, took it out, but the battery was dead and you had no place to charge it in the bedroom. Cursing, you went back to the door, banging on it with your fists until your hands hurt. It seemed like an eternity passed, several minutes anyway, until you heard someone.

"Ad'ika?"

It sounded like Echo.

With a sigh of relief you called, "Echo, is that you?"

"Yes. What's wrong?"

"I can't get out, Crosshair locked me in and did something to the door!"

You heard him mutter something, then a click. Finally, the door opened.

"He just pulled out a cable, I fixed it again-"

"No time," you interrupted him "Thanks, but can you please send Hunter and Wrecker outside?"

While you were already opening the hatch, he asked, "What's going on? What's the hurry?"

"Crosshair and Tech are probably fighting right now," you said quickly and slipped through the hatch, still hearing him sigh in annoyance, "Oh boy."

The ramp of the Marauder was open, you ran it down and saw the two of them just a few meters away. They both looked pretty banged up already, both were bleeding on their faces. Crosshair's lower lip was split open, Tech's nose was bleeding, both had several bruises on their faces and their armor was dirty, obviously they must have rolled on the ground at some point. Both men were breathing heavily and staring at each other like lurking predators.

You had never seen Tech like this, the calm, always logical Tech. This was very uncharacteristic of him and it made you sad that you of all people were the reason he was so out of character.

You turned around for just a moment because you heard footsteps on the ramp and saw Hunter, Echo and Wrecker coming out of the ship. But the two brawlers went at each other again and drew your attention back. You had no idea how it happened, but Crosshair was suddenly sitting over Tech who was lying on the ground and punched him a few times.

"STOP IT!" it escaped your lips, startled, much louder than you had planned.

Crosshair still didn't seem to hear you, or he was ignoring you, because he didn't stop. Determined, you hurried toward the two, hearing someone else behind you call your name, as if to stop you. You grabbed Crosshair from behind, wanting to pull him away from Tech, it was enough, they had both taken more than enough and Tech was down.

At the same moment you grabbed around his shoulders, he jerked his arm backwards, in the heat of the moment, caught you hard with an elbow in the face, just below the right eye on your cheekbone. The force of the impact threw you over backwards, making your whole head throb painfully, throwing you onto your back as you landed with the back of your head on the asphalt, knocking you straight out.

Crosshair only looked over his shoulder for a moment, he had no idea who he had caught with his elbow. But when he saw you lying there and Hunter bending over you, he jumped up, startled, and left Tech lying there.

With a groan, Tech straightened up to sit. He also saw you lying on the ground and cursed.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, wiping some blood from his face with the back of his hand.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" said Crosshair almost panicking "It was in the heat of the moment, she came from behind when we were in the middle of the fight."

Tech shakily straightened up on his legs and came over. Echo joined in and pushed Crosshair as well as Tech away from you.

"You two hold back for now" he growled reprovingly.

Wrecker picked you up off the ground and carried you into the ship, followed closely by Hunter. The sergeant hissed over his shoulder, "We'll talk about that nonsense you two just pulled later."

Tech and Crosshair looked at each other briefly, both remorseful and angry, both looking like they had seen better days.

As you slowly came to, you felt something cool on your cheek. Your head hurt, throbbing painfully. You opened your eyes and saw Hunter sitting next to you on the edge of your bed, applying ointment to your cheekbone. You also felt something cool on the back of your head, a cooling pad.

"Hey ad'ika. How are you feeling?" the sergeant spoke softly.

You moaned under your breath, "Head hurts."

He nodded and explained, "You have a bump and a small laceration on the back of your head, I've already taken care of that, I'm sure it'll heal up quickly. Crosshair got your cheek good, but the bacta ointment I applied should fix the problem within a short time"

You sighed.

"How are those two idiots doing?" you wanted to know.

"Echo and Wrecker took care of them both. They are more or less fine, the injuries will heal. They've never fought this hard before, but it's not the first time, Crosshair and Tech had clashed a lot as cadets. Never over a woman, though," Hunter told you, laughing softly.

You looked apologetically at the sergeant.

"I'm sorry, somehow I feel it's my fault."

Hunter shook his head, "No, they beat each other up, that was their decision, they decided it themselves. You didn't ask them to do it, and you didn't do anything that directly led to it. Don't worry, they will calm down".

You smiled gratefully at him before asking, "Where are they now?"

"Crosshair is in your kitchen, Tech is in the cockpit of the Marauder. I insisted that the two of them stay out of each other's way for now. By the way, they both have a guilty conscience, especially Crosshair. When I wouldn't let him see you for the time being, he almost started a riot. But Wrecker was able to keep him in check," Hunter told you, looking almost amused.

You let out a sigh.

"Should I tell him you're awake before I go?" he asked.

Uncertainly, you looked at him.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You should stay down though, you hit your head pretty hard," Hunter reminded you.

"Understood," you said with a wry smile.

The door to your bedroom opened with a soft hiss.

"Hey Kitten," you heard Crosshair say almost tentatively.

You lay on your side to relieve the back of your head and saw him standing in the doorway.

"Hey," you said softly.

"Can I come in?" he asked cautiously.

"Fine by me," you growled, looking at him reproachfully.

Crosshair approached the bed and sat sideways on the edge so he could look at you.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently.

A guilty conscience was written all over his face.

"So-so, head still hurts".

He lowered his eyes slightly and mumbled, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to".

"I know" you returned simply "I'm still pissed".

He sighed softly.

"Can't say I blame you" he admitted.

His face looked battered, he also had ointment on his face and a patch or two. But his condition was his own fault, Tech hadn't started it, he never would have, he had merely faced Crosshair's anger. He could have refused and asked his brother to calm down, but you had no idea if that would have made a difference in the end.

"You're an idiot" you said sternly, pointing to his injured lower lip "No kisses for you for now."

He tentatively touched the injury on his lip and grimaced.

"That's pretty much the worst of it, apart from the fact that I hurt you" he grumbled grudgingly.

Hesitantly, he asked, "Can I lie down with you?"

You shrugged your shoulders.

"If you want."

Crosshair took off his shoes and lay down next to you, with some polite distance, lying on his side to continue looking at you.

"Will you forgive me?" he finally meekly wanted to know.

"That depends"

"On what?" he asked, gently reaching for one of your hands.

"On whether you'll apologize to Tech".

Crosshair stiffened visibly.

"Isn't there anything else I can do to make you forgive me?" he murmured unwillingly.

"No. You started the fight, or rather instigated it."

"But what he did was-"

"Stupid, yes, that may be, but he had already apologized for it and I forgave him, that should have been enough" you interrupted him.

He played with the fingers of your hand, avoiding your gaze.

"But that wasn't enough for me," he finally grumbled.

You sighed in annoyance.

Crosshair rolled his eyes and reluctantly said, "He's my brother, I don't want him to suffer, but I also want him to respect that you and I are together and that he can't do something like that."

"He knows that, it definitely won't happen again. Tech is... different and so much more vulnerable than you or Hunter or Echo or Wrecker because he has a completely different perception and things like that overwhelm him much more quickly. What he can't tackle with logic unsettles him"

"I know," Crosshair grumbled.

There was a knock at the door.

"Can I come in for a minute?" you heard Tech's voice.

Crosshair gritted his teeth but kept his mouth shut. You sat up carefully and saw Tech standing in the open doorway. You didn't know if he heard what you just said, but you guessed he did.

"You should stay down," Tech said worriedly.

Crosshair let go of your hand to sit up on the edge of the bed to look at his brother.

"He's right," he growled softly, looking at Tech.

Tech sighed and said, "I'll be out of your way in a minute, I just wanted to see how she was doing."

Crosshair nodded without comment.

"Headache, but I'll be fine," you explained to Tech.

Tech said "I'm sorry you got caught in the middle".

You nodded silently and watched him turn to leave as Crosshair said, "Wait, Tech."

Astonished, Tech stopped and turned back around.

"Yes?"

Crosshair hesitated, but finally said, "I'm sorry I reacted so extremely. And I have to admit, you didn't do such a bad job of throwing punches."

Tech blinked as if he didn't understand what was going on, but after a moment's thought, he realized you must have been talking to the Sniper.

He nodded and said, "I'm sorry, too."

"You should be," Crosshair growled.

"Cross, please," you said quietly but admonishingly.

He looked at you over his shoulder and sighed in surrender.

There was a knock on the hatch and Echo called upstairs.

"Hey guys, Rex is visiting."

Crosshair frowned and asked, "Is he talking about the Reg Captain Rex?"

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