#(idk. i just feel like my body should get some revenge on me or something. normal thoughts)

[tardis--dreams]

yeah no ok i'm feeling ✨️unwell✨️

[cherryluvrx3]

Okita Sougo Not SFW Alphabet

Gender-neutral reader

CW: hard sadist/masochist dynamics. He’s gross and a freak, expect the extremes. Mentions of reader getting penetrated. Mentions of him having some nasty kinks.

Do people even care about Gintama anymore??? I just started getting into it and the lack of fics is heart breaking

I don’t even like hardcore sadism (on me) tbh idk why he’s my favorite but I love him soooo much my little Princess <3

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

There’s different kinds of sex that you guys have, sometimes just regular or standard stuff you’d have with any other guy but other times full on BDSM fantasies that would make 50 Shades Of Grey look vanilla. With that being said, the aftercare would depend on what type of sex you’ve guys had. If it was something incredibly taxing and rough on your body, he’d show you a rarely sweet side to him. His hands would be the gentlest ever as he washed you and soothed any bruises he might’ve caused on your skin. He’d clean and tidy up before tucking you into bed. If you mention how nice he was the next day he’d flick your forehead and change the subject.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part might have to be his face. He likes that his cute face hides his true nature well. But he’d also like his hands because they’re rough and calloused from all his training and hard work and they look so perfect wrapped around your throat.

On his partner he’d also like their face. He probably has a folder in his phone just filled with different expressions that he’s brought out of you. Faces of embarrassment, neediness, desperation, shyness, defiance, humiliation, and his favorites being ones where you look utterly fucked out of your mind and brainless.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He loves cumming both on you and in you. He sometimes has an inner battle on whether or not he should pull out.

Cumming inside gives him a hot, proud feeling knowing that he’s marked you in a way so intimately. He loves spreading you open and watching his cum leak out of you only to swipe it back up with his fingers and shove it back into you, reprimanding you for wasting the ‘gift’ he left you.

Cumming on you, your face specifically, gets him shivering in satisfaction. Nothing strokes his ego more than watching his beloved with his sticky cum dripping down their face. The fact it’s so borderline disrespectful is what really gets him off. The way you’re letting him do this to you. And the sinfulness of it all spreads to your everyday life. He can’t help but think about it while you’re talking to and treating others with a smile like those lips haven’t been coated and defiled with his cum.

He’s honestly a huge asshole and sometimes cums a bit on your hair on purpose because he knows it grosses you out and pisses you off.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s an undeniable fact that he’s the dominant one in your relationship. The thought of anyone trying to top him is honestly laughable and something he’d never allow.

But…

He has on occasion, let his mind wander to fantasies of what it would be like to submit to you. Especially if you’re someone he’s been with for a long time and genuinely trusts and loves. He has a hard time expressing his emotions without reverting back to his asshole ‘I don’t care about anything’ attitude. He wants to tell you he loves you so dearly and that he’d gladly give himself up to you entirely but he can never bring himself to admit it.

So force the words out of him. Force him to admit how much he belongs to you. How his body exists to be used to entertain and please you.

As fast as his mind conjures up these thoughts though, he throws them out the window even faster. He’s so wrapped up in his own pride he can’t even let himself fantasize in peace.

Another thing he enjoys about this scenario is the thought of revenge. After having his body ravaged and used by you, he’d imagine all the things he’d do to you to make sure you don’t forget your place under him. Giving out punishment when you actually deserve it tastes much sweeter and he'd be so excited to pay you back for everything you did to him and then some.

All hypothetical of course! He’d never tell you any of these fantasies. Only way this could happen is if you follow your own selfish desires to have him submit to you and really follow through. You can’t half ass it because even though it’s something he secretly wants, there’s no way he’s going down without a fight.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Depends on how old he is at the time. At 18 he has an idea of what he wants and the things he likes but at 24, he’s pretty experienced and has been around. Not really any serious or meaningful relationships, just ones with masochistic sluts who let him do whatever he wanted

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He has a lot of positions he likes and goes through but if he had to choose one… probably good ol’ missionary. Mainly because he’s on top and can see your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He technically does joke but it’s more teasing and mocking you then actually trying to be funny

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s well groomed, he doesn’t like it to be a mess but it’s not something he meticulously takes care of either.

His hair is slightly darker than the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I guess it depends because like I said before there's different kinds of sex you guys have but usually, he’s not romantic. He’s just fulfilling his fucked up kinky desires.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he has a choice he’d prefer not to, he’d rather have you gagging and slobbering on him over his boring hand any day but if you’re not around or willing to, he’ll settle. He has pics of you to get him through it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Ohhh boy…

Jeez I actually don’t want to like… expand on all of them cuz we’ll be here all day.. so I’ll just list them lol.

BDSM, leash & collaring, pet play, spanking, roleplay, choking, exhibitionism, public sex, oral, marking, recording, humiliation, desperation, orgasm denial, bondage, toys, rough sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mind break, anal, face-fucking, cock worship, creampie, facials, saliva swallowing, spitting, corruption, degradation, discipline, objectification, crying, handcuffs, sensory deprivation, biting, breeding, wetting, piss drinking, watersports

I know some of these are gross but he’s a freak idk what to tell you I’m just being realistic 💀

I think it goes without saying but this is stuff he’s doing to you.

Also if you don’t like any of these that’s fine, he’s not gonna force it on you. I mean he’ll try to persuade you but if you seriously don’t want to then he won’t be seriously upset. It’s not like he needs all of these kinks to have sexual satisfaction, they’re just things he enjoys and gets off to.

Also.. remember his dirty secret? They’re things he wouldn’t mind you doing to him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Your apartment because it’s a space where you both could prep for some real crazy shit and clean up easily. Since he lives at the Shinsengumi headquarters, there’s not that much freedom or privacy you both could have there. He likes the thought of public sex but understands if you don’t. Plus he’s a cop so he shouldn’t really be doing scandalous things like that anyways.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Lots of things to be honest. He enjoys arguing with and pissing you off so that he could ‘put you in your place’ but he’s also a fan of when you’re obedient. He has a love/hate relationship with bratty types because he likes being in control but the thought of breaking you or forced submission is something he loves. Being super sweet and kind to him makes him think ‘ohh I have to ruin them..’ a sweet s/o would really bring out his corruption kink. Acting clueless to his sexual innuendos and advances will get him hot and he’d be more than willing to give a private demonstration.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

In early stages of your relationship, you dominating him is completely off the table, an absolute hard no. He has to build up his trust in you for you to be able to see such a vulnerable side of him.

Also, I’m kinda on the fence with this, I think he’d hate the thought of sharing you. He might like to show you off, like he’s done with walking that one girl on a leash down the street, but the thought of someone actually touching you would make him sick. He’s a very jealous person, he doesn’t mind people looking because he’s very proud to have you but he’s the only one allowed to use you. They can look, can’t touch.

Also scat and vomit stuff, that’s too nasty.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He lovessss receiving. If he could keep you on his dick 24/7 he would. He loves seeing your mouth stretched open around him while a mix of drool and precum leaks past your lips. The messier it gets the better, he gets so hot and bothered at the thought of ruining your pretty face, having it slick with a crude mix of spit and cum.

He’d totally slap you with his dick too lol like he’d pull out, give a few wet slaps to your cheek and lips before plunging back down your throat.

Oh yeah he’s a big facefucking enjoyer.

If you let him, he’d grab the sides of your head and use you like a fleshlight. He’d lock his legs behind your head and forcefully hold you down, choking you because he’s an asshole. As you struggle and cry he’d just resist the urge not to cum then and there.

Also like I mentioned in C, he loves cumming in and out of you. Usually he doesn’t warn you, you’re just gonna have to guess based on his reactions because he likes giving you evil surprises. Like boom cum down the throat and now you’re choking or boom cum in your eye. If you complain about it enough then he’ll start to warn you because he does feel just a bit guilty of seeing you in genuine pain and peril. Just a bit though.

He’s pretty skilled at giving but he doesn’t do it often. He makes it his personal goal to learn every little weak spot to drive you crazy, he wants to know you better than you do. So eventually he’ll become a pro at making you cum with his mouth but he just doesn’t do it much. It’s mainly like,, an entree or teaser before the real show.

In a situation where you're dominant though… SIT ON HIS FACE! FUCK HIS FACE! USE HIM!! He might cum untouched just from the aggression and thought of being used as an object hehe.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a mix of it all and does whatever he feels like. Usually likes going fast and aggressive to overwhelm you but as soon as you’re about to cum he’ll slow down and mock your whines and begging for him to speed up. When you two are having a sweeter time together though, he’d go slow and deep, trying to enjoy and feel you as much as possible, kissing beneath your ear and neck and starting to speed up once he feels he’s about to cum.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s fine with them, he doesn’t particularly love them but they get the job done when he wants you and there isn’t much time. But he’ll usually prefer to thoroughly enjoy you. Might see it as a personal challenge to get you to cum fast but sometimes if he’s feeling especially mean he’ll go, “I have to be in a meeting in 5 minutes, if you can’t cum that’s your own problem.” And he actually will leave you high and dry.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

There’s a lot of things he’s into and willing to try. He’ll practically say yes to anything unless it changes the power balance between you too. Things like that might take some extra convincing and persuasion but he could also see it as ‘I scratch your back, you scratch mine’, if you want something from him, you’ll have to give up something in return. Wanna peg him? Then let him walk you with a leash so he could “potty train” you. A lot of times the odds are unbalanced but he’s hard to persuade otherwise.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can probably cum twice, three if he’s really energetic. He has good stamina from training and personal experience but he’s still only human. Most of the time is spent making you cum anyways.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely. He has so much shit with him you’d think he has a premium membership with the local sex shop. You don’t even know where he keeps it because again he doesn’t have much privacy back at the Shinsengumi headquarters since they have routine inspections but whatever. They’re pretty much all stuff he uses on you, he’s never really bought anything for himself/own personal use (like a fleshlight) and doesn’t really see the need to. He thinks toys should be used on his partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ABSOLUTELY!!! Being a massive asshole is his whole fetish. He on a daily basis thinks of shit he could do to piss you off or tease you. Seeing you in tears, whining and crying is like fuel to his existence.

If he ever managed to piss you off to the point of tears, part of him would feel guilty but the other part of him would show through the rock hard boner he has in his pants.

During sex, he’ll ignore his own needy cock if it means making you suffer more. Hell, he might even cum just from the teasing he does to you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s fairly vocal but it’s mostly degrading, mocking, teasing words or commands he’s barking at you. When he’s actually inside you he’ll try not to moan, mostly because he’s shy and a little embarrassed, thinking that moaning is a sign of being weak to how good you feel. He usually covers up his moans with more degrading words and dirty talk.

(If you ever managed to top him, he’d be a very bratty bottom. Talking nonstop shit to the point you gotta just gag him. Only take it off after successfully breaking him so that the only sounds he makes are fucked up babbles and whines of how much he wants to cum)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Under normal circumstances it would be pretty hard to get him in a subspace or submissive mood but being incredibly loving and doting on him makes it hard for him to tease you. (This is something that would only work if you had been together for a while and he really loved you)

Late at night, laying in bed with him, start placing kisses on his neck and caress his body. If he asks what you’re doing just say “I’m just trying to give you some love,” and go back to smothering him in affection. It’s hard for him to accept at first and his natural instinct is to take control of the situation but if you stay strong and confident through it, by the end you could be on top of him and maybe he’d end up in tears by the overall intensity and intimacy of it all.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s about an average size in length but is a bit on the thicker side. His tip is pretty well pronounced too. Not super veiny- actually he had pretty much only one thick vein you could easily see on the side. It’s a slightly tanner color than the rest of his skin and the tip gets reddish when he’s close to cumming.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, he’s a young active guy who (I think) is a bit hypersexual. A lot of the time he’s capable of control and restraint but sexual thoughts plague his mind often.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how long you guys had been going for but usually since he has good stamina, he has enough energy to stay awake to clean up you and the area before he goes to sleep but if you’re topping him, he’ll probably be really sleepy and drained.

[ghost-runner]

“Useless” and “Troubled” until the End: Pt. 3

Sully Family x “Useless” Fourth Child Male Reader

Summary: Y/N was taken captive by Quaritch’s Na’vi Recombinant squad and is being used as leverage against the Sully family to get Jake to come out of hiding. The Sullys stage a rescue to save the youngest boy of the family. Once Y/N is rescued, tension in the family reaches new limits when they are forced to leave their home and seek refuge at the isolated islands where the Metkayina clans live.

Warning: Violence, blood, injuries, saving family, home abandonment, family arguments, etc.

This time, I’m going to make a few attempts with the Na’vi language, but no promises I won’t completely fuck up with it. I apologize in advance for this.

(Play this music during some of the scenes of you want, I thought it worked as it kinda sounds like it fits in. IDK about you guys, but that’s just me.)

— Y/N POV

I silently wince as I come to from passing out Eywa only knows how long ago and try to clutch my head with my hand, but my hands are currently tied behind my back. I blink a few times to see what’s going on only to be meet face to face with the man who abducted me with the rest of his squad around the area patrolling or sitting down while they idly chat with one another. I quickly look around to see where an an old abandoned Sky-People base. I then hear the guy who abducted me from before start to speak to me.

Quaritch: Well, it’s about time you woke up, you little shit. How was your little nap?

He looks at me expectingly for me to speak up and I don’t give him the satisfaction of getting that response. I just look what him with a neutral look on my face as I raise one eyebrow as if to say I’m bored and over this shit right now.

(This is what I had in mind for how Y/N’s face looks like right now.)

The Na’vi man gets pissed off at this and decided to try to get me to talk. He grabs my wounded shoulder from the bullet that luckily went all the through and dug his claws into the wound, making me grunt in pain and curse at him under my breath in the Na’vi language.

Y/N: Pxa Ngengeya. (I think I translated it to Screw you?, IDK, please correct if I’m wrong.)

Quaritch: What’s the matter? Daddy never teach you English? Don’t fuck around, kid. I know you know how to speak English.

Y/N: You got me there, asshole. Now, what the fuck is it that you want from me?!

Quaritch: Oh, it’s not you that I’m after. It’s your father. He stabbed the RDA in the back and his mate killed my human body. I’m here to enact my revenge and you’re the perfect bait for the job.

Y/N: Watch it there, jackass. There’s a few things you should know. One: Dad could not give a single fuck about me hence why I even came of here in the first place so you’re out of luck there already. Two: Even if you were to torture me to get me to talk, I ain’t telling any of you jackshit because I’m already used to pain like from my shoulder right now. I’m pretty sure the girl who I shot that is getting patched up over there knows what I mean from how it hurts to get shot…

Walker: Quaritch! Shut the kid up for me, will ya?

Quaritch, from what I heard my captors call him, looked at to his soldier, giving an unamused look and told Walker, from what I heard him call her, to shut her trap. He turned back yo me with said unamused before he backhanded me across the face. I feel the sting from the pain as my head recoiled from the slap force and I look back at him unimpressed as I continue to not give a single fuck about any of these guys. He looks at me a little impressed as I didn’t show signs of fear or pain for him to get satisfaction from.

Y/N: Was that it? Surely, you have something else.

Quaritch: Oh, there’s much worse to come, kid. Just you wait?

He chuckled before he started to punch me a few times before he spoke again while getting close to my face.

Quaritch: Well, you still want to try your luck again or do you want to cool your jets, kid?

I looked him square in eyes and spat out blood all over his face.

Y/N: Fuck off.

I knew all that did was piss him off before he had one of his soldiers come over to keep watch over me so I didn’t try anything stupid while he grabbed a cloth and wiped his face clean. Next thing I know, the soldier grabbed me by my braids again and pulled me off to a corner of the base, leaving me there as he went back to sitting in a chair as he watched me closely. Little did he know, I grabbed a knife from his pocket and started to slowly cut away at my ties until the straps around my wrists broke. I smirk at the guy as he looks at me in shock as I pull my now freed hands in front of me and toss his knife onto the floor in front of him. I lay out comfortably and then rub my wounded left shoulder with my right hand and I feel the bleeding starting to stop and see the blood that went down my left arm. I roll my eyes at the blood on my arm, knowing Dad is probably going to get pissed that I got myself hurt yet again and Mom will be worried like nobody’s business about the wound. I think back to my siblings and close my eyes, letting out a small prayer for their safety and open my eyes back up to be met face to face with a pistol aimed at me by the Quaritch guy from before.

Quaritch: How in the fuck did you get free?!

I look at him with disinterest and just point to his subordinate that only now picked up his loose knife.

Y/N: I figured I’d get comfy since I’m probably going to be here for a while.

Quaritch was now very pissed of and grabbed me by my wounded left shoulder before he dragged me into a medbay room that he had converted into a small cell to contain me. He threw me into the room before closing and locking the door, leaving me with a once again bleeding shoulder from him digging his claws into it. I get up to dust myself off and I just look at all of the Recom soldiers over my shoulder through the glass wall that allowed me to see them and vice versa. I just flip them all off before turning my back to them and start searching through all the drawers in the small cell for anything I can possibly use as medical for my shoulder. I managed to find some bandages in the cell and wrapped them tightly around my shoulder, the white bandage wrap immediately turning red as blood hits the bandages. I rolled my shoulder to make sure that the wrap was secure and it actually relieved me of some pain. I continued to search around and found an old smoke grenade that I can possibly use should the opportunity arise. I put it into a small bag I keep hidden on my person before concluding my search of my cell.

I then remember something I had almost forgotten about something I had in my ear that I rarely use. I have an earpiece that I took from some skeleton that was strapped to some sort of weird mech suit I found in the middle of the Pandora jungle and modified it using tech I scavenged from Sky-people bases. I modded it enough to the point where I could fit said earpiece into my ear without any discomfort. Praying that my cell is soundproof, I put my finger to the earpiece and flip to an open frequency to try calling my brothers on their communicators.

Y/N: Hello? Hello? Can anyone on this frequency hear me?

Neteyam: Y/N?!? Is that actually you, brother?

Y/N: Yeah, it’s me.

Lo’ak: Holy shit! Are you alright?

Y/N: -sighs heavily before replying to my brothers- Yeah, for the most part apart from my shoulder hurting like a bitch from getting shot. Luckily, I found some bandages to wrap it for now until I can get it properly treated. I’m currently being held in a cell inside of some sort of old abandoned Sky-people base or some shit.

Neteyam: Y/N, I need to tell me who is it that is holding you prisoner.

Y/N: I think I overheard that name of the leader of this squad was—

Before I was able to finish my was that my earpiece was roughly taken from my ear by someone behind me, which caused me to let out a whimper of pain due to my ears being very sensitive unlike most Na’vi. I had turned around to see it was that Recom Na’vi that I had shot through the shoulder earlier.

Walker: Well, looks like we found out little rat trying to call for help.

Neteyam on the earpiece: Y/N? Y/N! Are you there?!

Lo’ak on the earpiece: Bro? Little brother?! Are you okay?!

Walker: You won’t be needing this anymore.

Walker, as I remember the Quaritch guy calling her, then turned the earpiece off and put it into her pocket before she grabbed me by my neck, slightly choking me.

Walker: You any other toys or shit you want to try with me?

Y/N: Oh, why don’t you go fuck yourself, you skxawng? (I’m pretty sure skxawng translates to idiot in the Na’vi language.. again, please correct me if I’m wrong.)

Walker got a bit mad at what I said and kneed me in the stomach before dropping me to the floor.

Walker: If it were up to me, you’d be dead and not being used as bait, you troubled useless fuckhead.

Y/N: Pxa Ngengeya. (Still not sure if this is screw you in the language.)

Walker walked out of the cell and closed the cell door. I silently gave her the middle finger before I went to the bed that was in the cell and laid down on it to get as comfy as I can during my time as a prisoner. My tail swished contently while my ears flattened against my head as I finally got comfortable on the patient bed. I remember that I had something in my pocket that I think could make me smile in this dark time. I put my hand into the small bag I put the smoke grenade into earlier and pull out a photo, something taken by what Dad had brought with him that he called a camera that was from his home planet, leaving the photo as the result of the camera.

I unfold the photo to see it was of me, Lo’ak, Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk all riding Ikrans together when we were all younger. Neteyam had Tuk in front of him as Tuk flew with him on his Ikran. Kiri had me in front of her as I flew with her on her Ikran. This was before I had bonded with Ro’nea. Lo’ak was flying his own Ikran and was showing off when Dad took the photo of all of us together. I smile at the photo as it’s one of the few happy moments I can fondly look back at. I fold the photo back up and put it back into my bag. I then roll over onto my side when I grab my grandfather’s necklace and my songcord that were both nestled around my neck. I let out a prayer to Eywa for strength and comfort, letting down my walls to show I’m really just a broken kid that wants to just like my family and I can’t even find a place amongst my own family or clan. I let some tears silent fall down my face before I let go of my necklace and close my eyes as I begin to sing my songcord, which does not have many beads on it. The five beads represent my five biggest life milestones, the first bead representing when Tuk was born, the second bead representing my first ever lone hunt with a kill on a sturmbeest, the third bead representing when I found my secret location of the lake, the fourth bead representing the success I’ve had with my self training, and the fifth and final bead representing when I bonded with Ro’nea. I finish singing, letting my mind drift off without my noticing that the Quaritch guy came into myself. I was ripped out of my thoughts when he grabbed me by my braids this time and pulled me out of the cell with an evil grin on his face.

— Elsewhere with the Sully siblings, 3RD PERSON POV —

We can currently see Neteyam running to where he knew Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk were now hiding at. He is currently having many thoughts going through his head about Spider and his youngest brother, many of those thoughts involving rescue missions. He shakes his head to clear his head as he finally reaches the tree where his siblings were at. He sees Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuk all sitting around a small fire Lo’ak has started. Neteyam reaches them and sits down between Tuk and Lo’ak as he breathes in and out very heavily from running.

Kiri: I’m glad to see that you’re alright, Neteyam.

Lo’ak: I’m glad you’re okay, bro.

Neteyam: Yeah….

Tuk looks around before she spoke up to her big siblings.

Tuk: Where’s Y/N at? I don’t see him with you, Nete.

Neteyam: Y/N’s in big trouble…..he was also taken by those same people that took Spider.

Lo’ak got extremely pissed at what he just learned.

Lo’ak: Goddamnit!!!

Lo’ak then slammed his hand down onto the log he was sitting on.

Lo’sk: Ow…

Tuk: No. No!!!

Tuk ran to Kiri who hugged her little sister.

Kiri: So. What now?

Neteyam: We need to think of something we can do to get our brother and our friend back. However, I managed to recover his bow, quiver of arrows, and his knife.

Right at that moment, Lo’ak and Neteyam’s communicators then went off as they received a surprise call.

Y/N: Hello? Hello? Can anyone in this frequency hear me?

Everyone’s heads perked up in shock of hearing their brother’s voice over the communicator.

Neteyam: Y/N?!? Is that actually you, brother?

Y/N: Yeah, it’s me.

Lo’ak: Holy shit! Are you alright?

Y/N: -sighs heavily before replying to my brothers- Yeah, for the most part apart from my shoulder hurting like a bitch from getting shot. Luckily, I found some bandages to wrap it for now until I can get it properly treated. I’m currently being held in a cell inside of some sort of old abandoned Sky-people base or some shit.

Neteyam: Y/N, I need to tell me who is it that is holding you prisoner.

Y/N: I think I overheard that name of the leader of this squad was—

The siblings then heard some static as well as a help of pain they knew came from their brother before they heard an unknown voice.

Walker: Well, looks like we found out little rat trying to call for help.

Neteyam: Y/N? Y/N! Are you there?!

Lo’ak: Bro? Little brother?! Are you okay?!

Walker: You won’t be needing this anymore.

The call was then cut off as the earpiece was shut off.

Neteyam: Y/N? Y/N?!? Dammit!!

Kiri: So what now?

Neteyam: I hate to say it, but we’ll have to go home and tell Dad and Mom what happened.

Lo’ak: No kidding, especially with all the shit going on.

Kiri: Well, it’s getting close to Eclipse. We better get going.

The siblings call long and loudly for their Ikrans when they notice something strange. The fully white Ikran they saw their brother riding fly over to them before landing next to their own Ikrans. They fully saw what Ro’nea looked like up close: the red scar across her yellow left eye that is visible against her white skin, the harness and saddle on her from her rider, Y/N, the holder for Y/N’s bow and arrows, and how much bigger she is compared to the average Ikran like their own. All the siblings were amazed at the sight of a white Ikran before them considering just how rare it was see one and even rarer to be able to bond with one.

Neteyam: I’ll be damned…

Kiri: I never thought I’d ever see a white Ikran up close before.

Kiri went up to her Ikran and told her to head off home before her Ikran took off. Kiri then went towards Ro’nea’s underside and gently scratched her on the neck as Ro’nea lets out a whimper like she was missing something before looking at the Sully children. Kiri reads the beast’s body language and concludes that Ro’nea is worried about her rider just as much as the Sullys were worried about Y/N, proving the bond that Y/N and Ro’nea share is special. She goes around to Ro’nea’s front and puts her hand onto the Ikran’s snout/nose before rubbing the Ikran’s muzzle.

Kiri: I understand your pain, you’re just as worried about him as we are. I promise you that we will get him back.

Ro’nea understood what Kiri just said to her and allowed Kiri to step onto her to ride home. Tuk follows Kiri onto Ro’nea and sits down in front of her big sister. Kiri lets Ro’nea take control as her brothers get onto their Ikrans. Ro’nea takes off and the boys follow suit as they take off. Kiri and Tuk both let Ro’nea lead the fly as she gracefully soars through the air.

— 30 minutes later at the Sully Home —

— Still 3RD PERSON POV

We see the Sully children finally descend to their home with their parents looking out of the window carved into the tree and come out at the sound of wings flapping as well as the sight of the white Ikran. They run out, hoping to see their youngest boy and are worried when they don’t see him anywhere.

Jake: Neteyam, Lo’ak! Where’s your brother?

Neteyam: I’m going to need you to hold on for a minute, Dad. We should have Tuk go inside due to the nature of the situation me and Lo’ak need to discuss with you and Mom.

Kiri: I got it. Tuk, come on, let’s go get some sleep.

Tuk: I just hope that Y/N is back and okay in the morning… -she rubs her eyes tiredly-

Neytiri gives a suspicious look to her youngest child as Tuk let that sentence slip out of her mouth.

Kiri: Don’t worry, Tuk, he’ll be okay, I promise.

Kiri manages to get Tuk inside before Tuk climbed into Y/N’s hammock for comfort to sleep better and fell asleep almost instantaneously. Kiri came back out to talk with everyone.

Krir: She’s asleep, now, let’s get back to it.

Jake: So what the hell happened?

Neytiri: Where is your brother?

Neteyam: He was ta—

At that moment, Jake’s communicator came to life with an incoming call from an unknown source. Jake looked at his sons and daughter in curiosity as they had grim looks on their faces frim what he could tell. He answered the call to hear an all too familiar voice coming in.

Quaritch: Jake Sully. You remember me? Your old commander?

Jake’s fears came to light as he immediately knew who it was that was on the other end of his communications call, a horrified look immediately coming to his face as his blood ran cold. He prayed to Eywa that his now worst fear was not what he thought as he continued to listen to the call.

Quaritch: I have something that belongs to you. Perhaps you recognize these sounds.

Loud screams of pain could then be heard over the loud sound of something electrical sounding. Jake assuming it was some sort of taser that was making the electrical noise and he knew instantly who was making the screams.

Quaritch: That’s right, we have your son. If you want him and your human friend bacj, you need to hand yourself over to us in return for the boy. I expect to see you tomorrow morning at an abandoned base, you try anything funny, your boy is a goner. Make your choice by tomorrow. Goodbye.

Quaritch hangs up the call and Jake is left speechless for the first time in ages. Neytiri has tears coming to her eyes at the sound of her son being tortured by the Recoms. Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak all worry about what is happening with their little brother.

Jake: Shit……

Neytiri: We need to get our son back!

Jake: We’ll get moving in the morning. Everyone, to bed now.

Neytiri: Jake, we need to talk.

Jake: Alright. Kids, head in to bed.

The Sully children go inside their home, leaving their parents alone outside.

Neytiri: What are we going to do?

Neytiri starts to break down at the reality of her son being in great danger at the hands of one of her worst adversaries. Jake shuddered at the thought of his son in danger at the hands of Quaritch.

Jake: I don’t know yet. But I promise you, Ney, we will get our son back.

The two then hug before Jake spoke up again.

Jake: Let’s get some sleep and come up with a plan at dawn.

They head back inside the home.

— Later the next day, with Y/N —

— Y/N POV

I tiredly rub my ribs in pain from earlier due to being kept up all night while being tortured by my captors. Being tased, beaten with a baton multiple times, kicked in the ribs, you get the idea. I’m just happy I’m used to any and all sorts of pain from my years of training myself. I lay back on my cell floor to let myself rest and I then hear the cell door open. I sigh and look to see Walker there, pointing her rifle at me.

Walker: Get up. NOW!

Y/N: Fuck you too.

I get up slowly before Walker gets behind me and puts the barrel of her gun to the back of my head.

Walker: Move. Now.

Y/N: Alright, alright. -Under his breath: Fucking pricks can’t seem to lay off for five fucking minutes-

I walked out the cell to see all the Recom soldiers geared up and ready to leave.

Walker: Here he is, boss.

Quaritch turned to our direction and smiled smugly. Man, I wanted to wipe that grin off his face, but I need to bide my time for now until I can find a chance to escape. I saw Quaritch still had my earpiece with him as he held it in his hand and he then turned away to address his squad.

Quaritch: EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!!! We have approximately twenty minutes until the targets get here. I want two teams of two hiding for an ambush. Get ready for anything to happen! All clear?

Recoms: Yes sir!!

Quaritch: Good! Now, get to positions!!!

I watched as the soldiers got into their positions when I saw Quaritch turn back to me until I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I squinted at the tree line and saw that it was Mom and Dad with some members of my clan. I smirk mentally because I know these guys are fucked. I look back at Quaritch to only have Walker grab me by my braids and drag me to where Quaritch wanted me at. I kick her in the gut to get her off me before Mansk and Sean Fike pointed their guns at me as Walker got back from me kicking her. I glared back at them as I sat down where Quaritch wanted me at and I calm and coldly replied to then.

Y/N: Oh fuck off. I only did so she would stop being a major bitch. I already shot her in the shoulder and I thought that would get the idea of fucking with me through her head, but it apparently didn’t.

I then flipped the two off before I went back to not giving a fuck to any of these Recom guys. I turn again to where I last saw Mom and Dad to see Mom looking at me with a look of shock at what she overheard me say about handling a gun and looked worried when her eyes landed on my shoulder that has the bloody bandage wrap around it. while Dad just had a look of “You’re going to be in trouble when we’re back home, Soldier”. I roll my eyes at Dad’s look and just wait. I did see Mom pull an arrow and ready it on her bow, waiting for an opportunity to strike. I say a small prayer to hopefully gauge a react from one of these guys to give Mom a clean shot at one of them and it works way too well.

Sean Fike: Hey! You better shut up before I—

I smile as I saw the arrow from Mom’s bow fly and make its new home in Sean Fike’s head, killing him with everyone looking around frantically as they watched their friend die. I quickly take the opportunity to grab the smoke grenade from my bag and pulled the pin.

Y/N: Sorry to do this to you asshats, but I have no part in this bullshit.

I drop the grenade to the ground as the area quickly enveloped in smoke and I run, grabbing a pistol from Fike’s dead body as I ran.

(The pistol)

I managed to make it far enough away from the base that I knew I would be safe for the most part, but I was then tackled from behind, knocking me to the ground. I fight against the person’s grip on my neck to strangle me from behind and I managed to roll onto my back, allowing me to see my attacker who was Walker as he continued to strangle me. I first felt pain right in my right arm as I knew my arm became dislocated at the shoulder from when she knocked me down. I soon felt my breath starting to fade as I try to quickly think of a way to free myself, I remember the pistol, but it was knocked away from me. I decide to fight dirty and spit into Walker’s face before I punched her across the face. I got up and ran over to where the pistol was before I grabbed it with my left hand, my non-dominant hand, and shot Walker through the shoulder again which knocked her down to the ground. I ran over to her and started to hit her over the head with the pistol until she was not moving. I got up, realizing I actually killed Walker and closed my eyes. I then let out many deep breathes as I catch my breath and was about to turn my attention to my dislocated right arm when I heard a very familiar voice shout out to me.

Neteyam: Y/N!!

I looked to see my both of my brothers coming my way with them both giving me death grip hugs, afraid I might disappear from in front of them. They only let go when they heard me groan in pain from everything my body has gone through in the last hours. They are horrified at the shape of my body covered with blood stains, wounds, burns, and bruises.

Lo’ak: Holy shit, bro! Are you good?

Y/N: It could be worse. It’s definite not as bad as her.

I point to the body of Walker who I had just killed without realizing. Both of my brothers look to where I pointed and saw the corpse of the Recom before their eyes widened at the sight of my handiwork.

Neteyam: Holy hell! Remind to me never piss you off, little brother.

Lo’ak: Fucking hell, bro.

Y/N: Back to matters, what the hell are you guys doing here?

Neteyam: Mom and Dad wanted us to get you out of here while they distracted the Recoms that took you prisoner.

Y/N: Hold that thought. Someone is coming.

Without looking, I pointed my left hand with pistol still in hand and fired five rounds off in the direction of the rustling I heard. I then hear the sound of bullets hitting flesh before the loud thump of a body hitting the floor. I turn to see I successfully gunned down another Recom soldier, I think this one was named Warren, but I could not care about that. I shot his body one more time with a bullet in between the eyes and spat on his corpse.

Y/N: Fuck you.

Neteyam and Lo’ak both watched as I grabbed three extra mags and an extra holster from Warren’s body. I got back up from kneeling and fit the holster to my leg before I place my now new pistol into said holster. I went back over to where my brothers are when Neteyam just noticed how badly positioned my right arm was.

Neteyam: Y/N! Your arm!

Y/N: I almost forgot about that. Do either of you have a knife or something I can use?

Lo’ak: Here.

Lo’ak hands me a blade that I recognize to be my knife and I nod to him. I place the blade of my knife into my mouth before I bit down onto it. I grip my right wrist with my left hand before breathing out heavily and swiftly pull my arm down, realigning the set and getting my arm back into place. There was a crack at this sound which made Neteyam and Lo’ak a small bit disgusted. I just grunt loudly at the quick pain and bit down a bit harder onto my knife before the pain fades. I take my knife out of my mouth and sheathe it away into its sheathe. I roll my right shoulder without any pain and squeeze my hand.

Neteyam: I’ll never understand how you can go through so much body punishment without much pain.

Y/N: You get used to it. Take a look at my shoulder for example.

Lo’ak only now noticed the bloody bandage wrap around my left shoulder and winced.

Lo’ak: Dude! Oh, before I forget.

Lo’ak hands me my bow and quiver of arrow. I attach my quiver to my back and sling my bow onto the catch, securing it to the quiver.

Y/N: Enough chatter, what’s the play?

Neteyam: We need to reach our Ikrans quickly.

Y/N: Lead the way.

We start running to where Lo’ak and Neteyam had their Ikrans near the edge of a high up cliff over looking the ocean. It was only then that some Recom soldiers caught up with us and started shooting at us. Lo’ak and Neteyam quickly get onto their Ikrans and started flying over the edge when Neteyam shouted to me.

Neteyam: Come on, man! Grab my hand!

Y/N: There’s no time! Go! Get out of here! I’ll be fine!

Lo’ak: We’re not leaving you again! Come on!

Y/N: FUCK IT!

I run to the edge and jump off the cliff when I whistle long and loud for Ro’nea, praying that she is nearby. Lo’ak had started flying down to catch me when a blur of white swiftly flew past them and fly underneath me. I land on the blue to reveal it was Ro’nea. I climb into her saddle and connect my queue to Ro’nea’s queue, allowing us to bond once again. Neteyam and Lo’ak look at the two of us in shock at how much trust there is between me and Ro’nea to where I will do blind jumps to call for Ro’nea with her coming right away. I looked at them as they saw me with the much bigger white Ikran. I nod to them before I let Ro’nea take control and take me home.

— 3 hours later, at the Sully Hometree —

— Y/N POV

I grab a bowl of medicine that my grandmother had left for me to use. My brothers were currently out doing things for the clan as Kiri and Tuk were helping me change the bandages around my shoulder and patch up the rest of my body. I tear off the bloody bandages from scoop some of the medicine out of the bowl and place some of it into the hole ripped into my left shoulder. Kiri passed me clean leaf bandages and Tuk helps me wrap it up. I roll my left shoulder and sigh at the relief I feel on the pain. I scoop out some more medicine and rub it over my chest before I feel the medical effects of the medicine relief pain from my chest. I thank my sisters for the help before I get up and start walking towards the entrance of our Hometree.

Kiri: Y/N, just be careful, okay?

Y/N: Of course, sis.

I start to climb down the tree and walk a small distance to where I saw Ro’nea lounging around near a small river. She perked up at the sight of seeing me and gave me a look saying “I’m happy you’re okay, friend. I smiled at her as I continued over to where she was at and sat down next to her as Ro’nea laid down next to me, wrapping one of her wings around me. I got comfy next to her while it starts raining and I suddenly feel the exhaustion from everything in the last day and a half hit me hard. From the pain in my leg to getting shot in the shoulder to being tortured for a whole night. I’m just happy that Ro’nea’s wing keeps me cover from the rain due to her being much bigger she is than most Ikrans. Ro’nea pulled me closer to her using her wing and I fell right to sleep as Ro’nea kept me company. Little did I know that my parents were looking for me before they saw me asleep cuddled up to Ro’nea.

— 3RD PERSON POV

Jake and Neytiri arrived after making sure the Recoms won’t be back soon, but Jake knew they would come back more dangerous than ever. Jake knew they would need to leave their home.they arrived home with their oldest sons in tow landing behind them. They all went into the tree in search of the young Sully boy with no sight of him anywhere inside. Nobody was there apart from Kiri playing with Tuk.

Jake: Kiri. Where’s your brother?

Kiri: He went down to the river a little bit down from the Tree.

Neytiri: Let’s go find him.

Jake: -sighs loudly with pinching his nose- Of course, he is….let’s go.

Jake and Neytiri jump down from branch to branch before they get to the ground and make their way to where they know their son likes to relax at as it starts raining.

Neytiri: I just hope Y/N is okay.

Jake: He will be. But I’m going to need to have words with him in the morning.

The two finally reach the river where they see the massive white Ikran that they knew was their son’s and went over to Ro’nea. They saw Ro’nea turn to them before she growled and screeched at them when she saw them, revealing Y/N being asleep next to her as she kept her left wing around her rider. Both Neytiri and Jake were shocked at this behavior and Neytiri slowly approached Ro’nea, letting the Ikran study her movements before she got close enough to Ro’nea that she was able to rub her head.

Neytir: Sssshhhh. Ssssshhhh, it’s okay. We mean no harm.

Ro’nea calmed down at this and knew that the two meant no trouble. She let the two get closer to her snd Y/N while Jake slowly picked up his son bridal style. Neytiri rubbed Ro’nea’s head as she was happy that her son to pass the Iknimaya trial with obtaining such a beautiful and special Ikran, but she regrets never being there for son when he had to do it in secret. Jake looks at Ro’nea in admiration of the special bond she shares with his son and he also feels the guilt and regret for not being there for his son more than he ever was. Jake carried his sleeping son to the Hometree and brought him inside. Neytiri finished rubbing Ro’nea’s head and start to go where Jake when to when she heard Ro’nea screech at her. Turning around, Neytiri saw Ro’nea give her a look saying “You need to think about him as well” before she took off to where she would go until Y/N needs her again. Neytiri made her way back to the Hometree where she saw something that made her heart melt. She saw Jake in their hammock with Y/N sleeping soundly on his chest like he used to when he was much younger. She walked over and climbed in next to Jake as the two held their youngest son with thoughts about how they failed him throughout his life before they drifted off to sleep.

— the next day —

— Y/N POV

I felt oddly at peace as I came back to the world of the awake from my land of dreams. I got up to only see I was in Mom and Dad’s hammock alone with everyone else sitting around a table with serious looks on their faces. Tuk saw that I was up as I rubbed my eyes in exhaustion from still being exhausted and she got excited.

Tuk: Y/N is awake!

Everyone looked towards me as I got out of the hammock. I look at them confused and worry that I’m in massive trouble.

Y/N: What the hell is going on?

Neytiri: First off, watch your mouth….secondly, please take a seat.

I shrug and take the remaining open seat between Kiri and Tuk.

Jake: So. Because of what happened with Spider being captured by the RDA, unfortunately, we need to exile ourselves from the Otamikaya clan and flee to the eastern seaboards of Pandora. We can’t risk him giving up where we are. I know of another clan of Na’vi that are out there. They go by the Metkayina.

I was shocked to hear this as was everyone else. But I understood where Dad was going at with the situation.

Kiri: There’s no way Spider will tell them anything.

Jake: Kiri, we can’t leave anything to chance. This is the only way for the safety of the family. I want everyone to get ready with your things in twenty minutes. Now, go get ready.

I noticed Tuk start to look like she was going to cry so I got up and went over to her before I gave her a big hug. She hugged me back as she started to cry a bit and I picked her up before bringing her outside so she can calm down. I bounce her on my hip while I hold her because I know it helps soothe her. I managed to get her to settle down before she asked to be let down. I let her down and get down onto one knee.

Tuk: I don’t want to leave….

Y/N: Oh Tuk….I know how you feel, but it’s what Dad thinks will be best for us all.

Tuk: I know….

Y/N: How about this: I’ll help you pack up your things and if you’re okay by the time we leave, you can ride with me on Ro’nea.

Tuk looked at me a bit confused.

Tuk: Who’s Ro’nea?

Y/N: My special white Ikran. You can ride on her with me if you’re okay by the time we leave, does that sound like a plan to you, Tuk?

Tuk: Yes!!

I smile at her as she grins back at me and I grab her small hand.

Y/N: Come on, let’s get your things together.

Tuk eagerly pulls me by my hand to go back inside as we get her things together. I’m just happy that the only things I’ll need to grab is my knife and my journal, Ro’nea has my bow and quiver with her.

— 20 minutes later —

— still Y/N POV

I finished getting Tuk’s things together before I brought her bag over to dad’s Ikran and tied it to Bob’s saddle. I went back inside the Hometree for the last time and grab my journal from my old pillow before I place it into my small hidden bag and then grab my new pistol. I place it into the holster I took from Warren and out the three extra mags I took from him as well into my small bag. I then walk back out to see everyone else is ready to go when Kiri and Mom call for me and Tuk.

Neytiri: Come on, Y/N, you’re riding with me. Tuk, you’re with your sister.

Kiri: Come on, Tuk.

Y/N: I got it, Mom. Give me a minute.

I whistle long and loudly as I run towards the edge of the branches and jump off, freefalling like before when Ro’nea catches me like just like she always does. She lifts me up to where I can see my family and they stare at me in silent thought. Kiri has a surprised look on her face from my little stunt while my brothers look at me impressed and my parents look at me with odd looks on their faces. Ro’nea gently lands and Tuk is very excited when she ran over to us.

Y/N: Tuk, so I need you to be careful climbing onto Ro’nea, okay?

Tuk: Okay.

I help Tuk onto Ro’nea and help her get settled. Once that’s done, I look over to Dad who is looking at me impressed. I shake my head at him and connect my queue to Ro’nea’s queue. It only dawned onto my family that I have so much trust with Ro’nea and vice versa, that I sometimes don’t even connect my queue to allow Ro’nea to have full control of flying. Dad pulls himself out of his stupor before he got onto Bob and we all took off.

After many hours of flying, it turned to night as my family and I all flew across the vast sea. I looked down to see Tuk asleep in front of me. I smiled at this sight and made sure she was comfortable as we continued to fly to wherever we were going. I then started to mindlessly sing a small song I had made in regards to myself, not noticing that my family was watching me sing to myself.

Y/N:

No place to belong….

Countless times I’ve ran…

Countless number of wrongs….

Go to where it began….

I have no proper place…

I’m a lone kid…

I’m nothing, but a disgrace…

Eywa amid…..

I’m always ignored…

I’m treated as a failure…

The many punishments I’ve endured….

For the many times I dive head first into danger…

I always end up red and beaten…

It’s hard when you don’t have a single friend…

No way to remain unbeaten…

I’m just Useless and Troubled until the end.

— 3RD PERSON POV

Y/N’s family looked at him as he sang his small song. Neteyam and Lo’ak looked at their little brother in silence, not sure of what to think at how their brother views himself. Kiri just wished she paid more attention to how her little brother felt and saw himself. She really wished she could give him a hug right now and tell him it’ll be alright. Neytiri looked at Y/N in sorrow as she knew her son was broken and wanted to scoop him up to tell him everything will be better. Jake looked at him with many thoughts going through his head, knowing he failed in raising his youngest boy the right way and he failed him as a father.

— the next day —

— Y/N POV

After flying for many hours, I finally saw the big islands that was the home of the Metkayina clan. I saw many of the clan members coming to the beach as we land our Ikrans. They look at Ro’nea the longest as she’s probably the first white Ikran they’ve ever seen. I rub her head and she wraps a wing around me. The leader and tsahìk of the clan push their way through the crowd until the two reach the front where my family and I are staying.

???: Who are you?

Jake: My name is Jake Sully and my mate, Neytiri, and this is our family.

??: Why are you here?

Neytiri: War has been brought upon our people and we needed to find refuge for our family away from the war. We just want our family to be safe.

???: Well, allow us to introduce ourselves. I’m Tonowari and this is my wife, Ronal. I’m the leader of this clan,

Tonowari reluctantly smiled at all of us with made me feel a bit better. However, when I turned my back to scratch Ro’nea on her neck, I saw Ronal, out the corner of my eye, look at my family apprehensively before she glared at me. I saw her look all over my body at my many bruises, cuts, and the bandage wrap around my shoulder, probably disgusted at the shape of my body from the events of the other day. I then saw her glance at my hand which has five fingers in comparison tho the normal four fingers of typical Na’vi. I get a bit concerned about this and Kiri notices my odd look before coming over to me with her grabbing my hand and squeezing it. I gave her a silent thank you with a nod of my head before Ronal came over and grabbed both my wrist and Kiri’s wrist, holding our hands up.

Ronal: They have demon blood in them! How can we be sure that war won’t come here?!

The clan members all started talking amongst one another and then turned back to us when I roughly pulled my hand away from Ronal and glared at her before I hissed.

Y/N: Don’t even try to touch me like that ever again!

Ronal glared down at me while I returned the gesture with everyone else watching the exchange in stunned silence before Dad pushed me behind him with Kiri getting in front of me protectively while Ro’nea wrapped her wing around me protectively. Kiri and Ro’nea have always been the ones to be the most protective of me.

Jake: Forgive my son. He’s just trying to understand everything that’s happening.

Y/N; Dad! Don’t apolog—

I was cut off when I saw Dad glare at me to shut ny trap. I roll my eyes at this and just look back to the ocean.

Tonowari: I shall grant your family uturu. But, you need to learn the ways of my people to not be a burden on the rest of the clan. Can you do that?

Jake: Of course.

Tonowari: Good. Follow me.

Toni started to led my family away as I told Ro’nea to stay put. I glared one more time at Ronal while she glared back at me while I followed my family, being the last person following. Tonowari led us to what he called a “Marui”, a home for us to have. He let us in and told us that his children will show us the ropes tomorrow morning while he and Ronal showed Dad and Mom what to do. He then said that he hopes we enjoy our new refuge home and that we will settle in quickly. I wave him down and I got his attention.

Y/N: Excuse me, sir? Could I talk to you for a minute outside please.

Tonowari: Oh, please call me Tonowari. What’s the problem, son?

The two of us move away to where my family can not hear us.

Y/N: Do you know of any places where I could go for some peace and quiet to enjoy nature? I want to find a place I can relax at with my sister as we both love nature.

Tonowari: There’s plenty of locations around here. There’s a very beautiful underwater cave near where the Spirit Tree is. There is also a beautiful lake with a small cave located more inland if there’s something you’re looking for.

Y/N: Thank you, Olo'eyktan. (I think that is Na’vi for clan leader.)

Tonowari: Of course, my boy. I hope you and your family get settled in. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow. I wish you a good night.

Y/N: I’ll see you then, I hope you have a good night as well, Olo'eyktan.

I reach out my arm for a handshake and he returns it with a forearm handshake as we both mood to each other.

(This is what I meant by forearm handshake)

I walk back to the marui to see my family. I see Kiri looking a bit unhappy at everything with Tuk trying not to be upset with everything going on and my brothers both look miserable due to the changes. I just go off to one corner of the marui before I laid down on the floor and opened up my journal to write about everything going on in the last few days. I heard someone clear their throat and see Dad looking at me, clearly pissed off emit which I closed my journal.

Y/N: -sighs- What is it this time, Dad?

Jake: Outside now! We need to talk.

I roll my eyes and get off of the ground before I followed Dad outside.

Jake: What the hell was that with the Tsahìk?

Y/N: You really want to know?!? Once again, I was made to feel like I don’t have a fucking place to belong anywhere! Apparently you don’t see that at all!!

Jake: -sighs- You’re right. I’m sorry, Y/N. But we need to be careful with how we go about our stay here. We can’t be disrespecting the leaders at all.

Y/N: She should have thought twice before pissing me off when I’ve already go through enough shit in the last few days!

Jake: Y/N!!! We can’t risk being kicked out. This is our only chance for our family staying together.

Y/N: Whatever. You don’t even care about how I feel.

Jake: Y/N….

I just ran past him as I don’t care anymore. I get back it Ro’nea and give her a look she knows all too well from me. I hop onto her and she takes off as Dad was chasing after me. I look at him in anger and flip him off before I fly away with Ro’nea.

— 3RD PERSON POV

Jake started chasing after Y/N when he saw his son on his white Ikran. Jake tried to call for his son as Ro’nea started taking off only to be flipped of by his youngest son. Jake sighs and just walks back to the marui with everyone looking at the dock as Y/N flew away yet again to get away from his father. Neytiri went to her mate and hugged him.

Neytiri: He’s going through a lot right now. Give him some time.

Jake: I will. I just..I just want what’s best for him right now after we could have lost him when he was taken prisoner.

Kiri: I’ll go find him.

Kiri started to get up to go after her youngest brother only to have Jake tell her to not.

Jake: No need. Y/N just needs some time. Let’s get sleep in meantime.

All of the Sullys then got close to one another and started to drift to sleep. (Just look at the gif at the top of this post to se what I mean)

— 30 minutes later —

— Y/N POV

I finished my last flight of the night with Ro’nea before we landed back on the beach. I hugged her and thanked her for all the amazing times I had with her as she hugged me back. I told her that I wasn’t sure I would see her again to which Ro’nea gave me a look saying “I’m never going to abandon you”. I smile at her and I told her about the cave near the lake from my earlier conversation with Tonowari. She looked at me with glee that I managed to find her a home here on the island and she screeched at me, as if to say thank you. I told her to head out to the cave and to get some sleep. Ro’nea took off for the cave while I walked to my family’s new marui where I saw everyone asleep with one another cuddled up next to each other. I smile as the sight, but I don’t join them, I go off to a corner and curl myself into a ball as my tail curls up and my ears flatten against my head. I fall asleep almost immediately.

— 3RD PERSON POV —

Once Y/N fell asleep, his sisters then stirred awake at the noise he made without realizing. Kiri shakes her head at this and goes over to her youngest brother. Kiri wraps her arms around him and pulls him close so he won’t be sleeping alone. Tuk climbed and cuddled into her brother’s arms so he feels their love. Y/N unconsciously smiled at the love he is unknowingly getting from his favorite siblings.

To be continued……

Thats Pt. 3 of “Useless” and “Troubled” until the End. I’m very happy with how this turned out. I hope everyone else enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. I still don’t understand what makes this story enjoyable, but I’m having fun with it. Anyways, I have some plans for Pt. 4 of this story saga. Who knows what might happen….

[adelheidvonschicksal]

hello :) I don't usually request things but I figured this time I will jajaja- I've had this idea for a while but I wanted to find someone good to do it so I picked you. I had an idea for Denki smut... specifically during a camping trip. Like it's just us and then lil horny boy wants some action ykwim? maybe like by a campfire or while skinny dipping,,,, idk if you take requests like this but thanks for reading anyways lol

Pairing: Kaminari x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: 3rd base smut; vanilla; skinny dipping

Summary: You and Kaminari leave your friend group to go skinny dipping.

Notes: You guys be trying to butter me up I swear, and it works :P I hope you like it! Thanks for choosing me <3

“We should probably head back, yeah? It’s getting pretty dark.”

You laugh, light and honeyed, breaking the rustling of the thickets that annoyingly pull and snag at his pants leg. “I didn’t think you would be scared of the dark.”

“Of course not! But what if a bear sneaks up on us or something?” he comments, slapping away a mosquito from his face. Each bite makes him question why he agreed to stray away from camp with you but then you look at him from over your shoulder with pretty lustrous eyes, and your lips compress into a cute pout.

“That’s exactly why I asked you to come with me. You wouldn’t leave me all alone in the big, scary woods by myself, would you?”

“Like I’d ever leave a lady on her own,” he states with false bravado.  

“My hero.”

As you continue to pace ahead of him, Kaminari finally recalls why he followed you out here as your hips swing with your stride, and the little jean shorts you wore ride up to the crease of your ass and squeeze into your upper thighs, which makes it hard to listen to the right head whenever you make a request.

Eventually, you lead him into a large clearing with a lake in the middle, the one that was the reason for your friend group to come to this specific camping location. It becomes clear to him that your goal was to head for a late-night swim all along as you walk out to the start of the boating dock leading partway out into the water.

“Let’s go swimming.”

“Ah, I didn’t bring my swim clothes with me,” he answers meekly.

“Neither did I.” It’s the smirk on your face that makes him feel hot when you begin to pull your t-shirt over your head, and once it drops to the ground, you move to your jeans. Kaminari blushes, a rough swallow sticking in his throat as you strip yourself stark naked in front of him. Noticing his hesitation, you giggle. “Come on. It’ll be fun,” you say, no shred of insecurity running through you, because why should you be when he’s soaking in your bare breasts and legs, wishing he only had more than the moon casting light for a better look.

You run across the small dock and jump in without even so much as gasp as you leave him to shake away his stun.

“Okay, keep it cool. Keep it cool,” Kaminari mutters to himself, wiggling his fingers to work out the nervousness and overexcitement building in him. He starts with his shirt, easy to go, and he’s pretty confident in his build. He wasn’t the most muscular guy in class, but he thinks he has more than enough to show off to you when it comes to his upper body. It isn’t until he reaches for his drawstring that he catches you still waiting and watching.

“Hurry up,” you tease, and he senses his ears warming from your steady gaze on him as he kicks off his pants.

“Damn. Can’t a man get a little privacy?”

“Well, excuse me!” You cover your eyes to give him a mock-up of privacy out here in the open for anyone to stumble upon. It definitely helps to calm him down, and you laugh as he cannonballs into the water.

“Hey,” you grumble. You catch your revenge with a heavy splash over his face. It causes him to suck in and spit out lake water with a short “blegh”, which only causes you to laugh as he runs his tongue over his teeth to rid himself of the taste.

“Your turn,” he spats back, and you quickly start to swim back from him.

“Let’s talk this out,” you suggest, screaming when he splashes you back, and you try to get out of distance.

“Get back here.”

And the night continues with the two of you enjoying your time in the water until you’re soaked through, hair clinging to your face and your breath huffing out white as the night drags on.

“Getting cold?” Kaminari asks.

And you nod. “Why don’t you come warm me up?” you request, and like always, he finds it hard to resist when you ask in that sultry voice, eyes beckoning him closer.

And when his arms are around your waist, your eyes locked on his, he can’t stop his mind from running, demanding to kiss you, and you beat him to the action by asking, “Aren’t you going to kiss me already?”

Your boldness has him blushing, a bit too dazed to speak as you wrap your arms around him and press your wet bodies together. He definitely can’t complain about following you out here now with your lips settled against his in a sloppy symphony. Your tongue slides against his lips, making each kiss smack and slide.

He hopes you don’t find how hard he gets so fast funny, especially when you pull away and slowly drag your thumb across his bottom lip to wipe away your spit.

You continued to tread close, keeping your arms around him as he slowly and cautiously wrapped his around your waist and pulled your chilled body close to share his heat with you. When you lean in again, he gently interrupts, “Let me do it this time.”

You moan into his mouth, accepting his tongue with eagerness, and sucking to show it. Your hands tangle into wet blonde hair that knots around your fingers, and you can’t help but smile at the groan it gets from the boy with you.

One of his hands falls to gently part your legs and stroke your pussy, and you can feel your stomach knotting as his fingers ghost over your slit and tease you with solid strokes until your mewling breath is being captured into his mouth.

You break away with a gasp as he begins to pump his fingers into you. “You’re full of surprises, huh,” you say, sucking in a moan as his fingers curl inside you. You hold onto his shoulders to keep afloat, and it’s with a chuckle that he licks your shoulder, this once not minding the taste of the lake water that douses your tempting skin.

“I got plenty more if you want, babe,” he confidently adds, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at his joking nature, which isn’t difficult when he’s pressing all your pressure points and running slick fingers knuckle deep into you until your cum begins to mix into the lake.

“Denki,” you mouth out, wanting to return the favor. You squeeze your hand around his cock while keeping the other steady to his shoulder. You didn’t expect him to be this hard already, and it excites you to know you have this sort of effect on him as you press his cock up toward his stomach and rub his throbbing sex.  Even in the chilly water, you can feel how hot and ready it is with each stroke.

His fingers dig into your side, gripping tightly with each squeeze and stroke, and he’s so surprisingly sensitive that you can feel it affecting you as well, enticing you further.

Kaminari whines and tilts his head up. “Cl-Close, god, I’m so close,” he whimpers, eyes repeatedly fluttering. But you offered no quarter, choosing to pick up your pace until you sense the warm stream of his arousal pouring out.

You’re both left relaxed, peaceful, and cleansed as you tread in the water together, completely blissful, and oblivious to the world around you.

“We should probably head back,” he suggests, his arms still tightly slung around your waist. You’re too busy still enjoying the night and the heat radiating from him to head back to camp so soon.

“Let’s stay out here a few more minutes,” you suggest; and as always, he has a tough time saying no to you.

[feuqueerfire]

A Shop for Killers Live Blogging

I almost started watching My Stand-In (8 eps out) but am feeling a pull for this instead. I knew this had Lee Dong Wook when I came across it but forgot until right now when looking at the poster again haha. I'm hoping it's fun and action-packed and interesting.

Ep 1 (June 18)

that was pretty interesting intro, some guy trying to kill Jian and the woman in the house seems a danger too and maybe also the other guy who was lying down

They don't write Jian's full name in the subs even though the characters are clearly saying Jung Jian

머더헬프 = Murder Help? Mother Help? the translations say "murthehelp" but what?

so is the intro going to come up later? I don't think it said anything about "_ ago" or "_ later" when this scene started...

he's dead?! well i'd like to see his body to make sure it's not a fakeout

1 year ago

Her uncle is 1) expecting some sort of attack and preparing for it and 2) terrorizing people who wrong them/Jian

the last thing he said to her was her student number? but that was a 1 year ago, they haven't had any contact since then or what

ayo what the hell, we're getting to see the body? and it's actually him, not some other guy to pretend he died?

Is the synopsis that the uncle dies? idk why I thought her parents died, so she started living with her uncle

what does the tattoo say

oh lmfao it says murthehelp, I suppose the episode title was correct indeed

Does Bae Jeongmin know anything? or involved in any way? he's offering to clean the bathroom where Jinman died and he could be just being nice or hiding something

Comrade Lee Yonghan - name to remember?

Jeongmin found a (burner?) phone hm

drama at the funeral

Jinman was helping out everybody with money troubles in secret?

lived together for 10 years? so 1 year ago, did she move out?

aw, Jian breaking down alone at home

gun selling website behind the hose business

how many ppl are on her ass bruh

Ep 2 (June 18)

jinman's name 3 times to the sky

bro wtf did Jinman do for everybody to be hating him or seeking revenge or somethingggg? Did his enemies kill his mother and come to kill his brother and SIL?

the same burner phone a decade ago

[Linguistics] They keep using 금방, which I didn't know meant soon but that's fun. it's the syllables switched of 방금, which means just now/a moment ago. short time in the future vs past.

this guy who knows the password reminds me a bit of Wi Hajoon for some reason. I should watch a show with him soon

I've had recurring nightmares as a child and pre-teen about home invasions and such people coming to our house and having to escape like this. so proud of little Jian for escaping

who did the car hit? Jian? why'd it seem like a grown man running towards the house though, it wouldn't be Jinman, right?

this is so fucked up man, her escaping the hospital room and having to hide in the morgue in a little space beside her mother's corpse and she didn't even fully know that the parents are dead

why is he so mean to her lakjdf let's kill him, especially cuz he's the reason her parents and grandma are dead anyway

can't go one korean show without some terrible bully children

fuckkk this bringing her back to that day and getting mad that he came so late despite saying he'd be right back and finally speaking again

hm, the woman with the bob left but she's gonna be back to get caught in the fire with her and Jeongmin later

Ah, a shop for killers; he has a shop where killers can buy

is Jian Code Green?

well, they killed him and are now coming for her, so much for code green

What's up with all this? They banded together to kill Jinman, I'm assuming? And now that he's dead, they're getting rid of their codes (literally in their bodies), and going to kill his niece? Why?

Ep 3 (June 18)

damn, he's on some drugs. and he's faking it to see what Jian would do or something I guess? what are the chances he's doing it again right now by faking his death?

What was that? Does Jeongmin also have a code thing in him? or ig not since it said Error

oh, is the woman actually here to help/protect Jian? I'd noticed that she wasn't with all the men who were planning on killing Jian at the end of last ep

does this woman speak Korean with an accent?

So we aren't counting bullets with the little pistol ig

close the workshed door at least

Brother... also a helper?

Ep 4 (June 19)

damn

name to remember: Bale

oh, is that "Brother" guy the same guy? I couldn't see his face

oh, that's Pasin

Is Pasin also dead, hope not

yesss Jian Muay Thai expert

pls the karaoke guy always singing at the restaurant while watching TV -> singing on TV is so fun

The Minsook girl seems like she could do so much better than hanging out with those bully, cowardly boys (i think it's funny that she stole Jinman's watch but after getting stared down, returned it and apologized). i hope she'll show up again

Damn, Pasin ran off with people's money?

D: these cameras

Brother's working with Mihye

Oh, Jeongmin suddenly becoming bolder/harsher and stopping Brother guy from speaking... just as he's about to give more info...

Brother says to not trust Jeongmin... but Jeongmin doesn't trust Brother... I don't trust either fully

Brother says Jinman's died because of Jeongmin but he doesn't know how

Brother and Jeongmin at each other's throats and Jian's guy pointed at Jeongmin. who to trust?

why would clicking on 0404 kill them... Jeongmin...

Weapon shopping mall

Mihye does know Brother, though I assume she met him as a child

...choosing Jeongmin?

ah, I did wonder for a second whether at least Jinman wouldn't think that Jeongmin had locker her in because how would Jeongmin know where she was even at night + not go get anybody?

well, Jeongmin turning out to not be good isn't a surprise, especially the way he started behaving once Brother was here but from when I suspected him at the start + started suspecting him again in the middle of this episode, they were good at making me go like hm, perhaps he's not evil

good parallel with Jinman being like you must be responsible for your choices and Jian's decision to keep it meant she witnessed the cat's death and also her decision to trust Jeongmin over Brother resulted in her current predicament.

Jian was dumb to trust Jeongmin but people are seriously being too mean and flippant about her in the reddit on-air thread, makes me frown.

Ep 5 (June 19)

a manual labour part-time job, not website-making

he's not working on his own obviously, he's got some other people he answers to. seems like the big draw is money?

oh yeah, I'd wondered if he had somehow known about the site already when he was first "finding" it with Jian but it was a passing thought

hmmm these people who recruited Jeongmin basically, are they the ones who killed Jian's parents and grandma? And are they ones who were at Jinnam's funeral? Because those people didn't seem to be the weapons buyers who were trying to kill Jian

Damn, the other guy really just got shot in the head

I guess Jeongmin's actor cute baby face helps sell this sort of role because I think they said he was a killer in Blind or something too

cameras everywhere, including seeing Jeongmin mess around

so those people want access to murthehelp?

Naur, how could Jinman fall for a fake recording of Jian? I don't even know if she'd call for help from this like that... wouldn't it be Jeong Jinman x3? Maybe he's playing bc girl what. I think he'd at least just call her phone straight up just to see

damn that's wild, he just believed that 5 second recording and killed himself while believing that the people who supposedly kidnapped his niece would let her go if he dies? doubt it. i think he's still alive or Something bc wtf

right, so the show also knows that's way too easy...

btw where are Mihye and Brother?

oh lmfao they just left her there to fend for herself

oh yeah, I was wondering what he'd done secretly when he remodeled the house

hm, so Babylon also came? and the two teams are working together now or what?

hilarious "[the killer robot dog] is gonna steal our jobs later, you know"

this fight/shooting scene is so video game-y to me

why didn't Brother get the gun from the hallway and sneak up on the guy or something? good thing Pisan got here at the perfect time ig

We found out stuff behind Jinman's death and who's behind it but I still found this ep boring somehow...

Ep 6 (June 20)

ngl I wanna just finish this show and be done with it today so maybe I'll watch at 1.25x (I did that for the second half of ep 5 last night) unless I start Really liking it and wanna savour it

So seems like backstory is: Jinnam was doing stuff and killing people or whatever in a big team, which included Bale. Then 14 years ago he saw Bale kill a child in cold-blood because "there can't be witnesses." The killers here all seem trained and capable. He probably leaves/runs away and that's why he finally goes to his family but Bale and the people are all chasing him and killing his family and want to kill him. because of him as a witness or some other reason? I think 13 years ago Jian was living with Jinman so it makes sense ig

oh, so they were mercenaries and the mission was to take that guy to safety but Bale killed civilians.

damn, Jinman lied on the stand for Bale

Bale is scary af

Enough scantily clad women in vulnerable positions i feel ill and upset every time

is this Mihye?

ah, Bale literally saying that he'd kill all of Jinman's family and friends if he's still alive

he said he'd take out Jinman last... but Jian is still left... idk I'm just looking for clues that he's still alive somehow lmfao

ah, no more bullets to properly take out Bale but they assumed he was dead

Who is the person who's supposed to be tailing Jinman?

Bale didn't give Jinman time to Breathe, mans went back to his family and Immediately they started dropping like flies

I liked this ep, action, backstory, and answers. and also perhaps a more engaging story or maybe just the sort of story i'm more in the mood for rather than the other episodes.

Also, Lee Dongwook looked good whenever he had his hair down like toward the end of the ep when he's out of uniform and has the bandaid on his face.

Ep 7 (June 20)

is the guy who Mihye's staying with the same guy who went to save Jian but then got killed + his arm chopped off?

ohh, it must be him because I'm remembering that he also typed the answer on the phone to show Jian, right? and he uses sign language here too. though is he the one who called Jinman when his brother died? probably not

ohhh these fuckers orchestrated that murder-suicide story for Jian's parents

wait the deaf friend who I've been thinking has a nice face is named Honda here and he was also the main character in The Director Buys Me Dinner?!

so even the guy who gave the warning actually did it so that Jinman would leave and be ambushed

oh yeah, I'd wondered if the car broken down lady was actually part of the plan and seems like yeah

so not just Bale's conspiracy but entire Babylon wants Jinman dead because he lied about what happened and how Bale "died"

He needs a long-term plan... and that's why he's either not dead or died knowing exactly what was going to happen after

Aw, Pasin, Mihye, Brother, Jian all in that house

I'm liking the backstory episdoes. I liked the backstory in earlier episodes of young Jian when people were dying and how her and Jinman interacted but then I got bored of the backstories in the middle of when she was a teenager because it felt like we weren't getting scenes that needed half the episode to itself but these two episodes were interesting to see why everything was happening and the story just interested me more. Interesting use of flashbacks though because in the earlier eps, we were doing 50-50 flashbacks and current time, both in Jian's POV but now we've done 100% flashbacks in Jinman's POV.

Last ep, 1 hour left, we'll see how they wrap it up.

Ep 8 (June 20)

parallels with her hiding in her room while this fucker's out to get her

oof, Brother dead

It's really not fun to have everybody fighting and dying while Jian just stands and watches in horror even while everybody's telling her to run, thus also distracting them. either help or escape bruh

okay I defended Jian from people calling her stupid in like the ep 4 reactions or whatever but she's so frustrating now. i get she Wants To Know What Happened but just giving away her position and trying to talk to this guy is so... like he literally has a gun

dying, the way the guy was talking about and to Jeongmin before and after killing him was really funny

oh lol Brother was wearing a bulletproof vest. but on that note, what about Mihye? and also I can't believe it's seeming more and more like Jinman truly just offed himself over a fake recording like actually wtf, like he actually would not do that he can't be so stupid

okay she did it, clean bullet through the head, good job Jian

ah, so every killer came to kill them all because Babylon was offering bounty for their deaths. but what about Bale? or is he just fine w Jinman dead or thought dead or whatever

so funny, they're all like yaaas tax-free prize + sales on weaponry

thought the bus would have Jinman lol

okay, duh. ofc he's alive duh and comes right after Jian has managed to escape/survive/etc.

Kind of anticlimactic but tracks with what we've seen in the earlier eps I guess. Also, no Bale? Some people on the on-air thread said we're supposed to assume that maybe Jinman was fighting with Bale and that's why he's weak and bruised? idk.

Overall:

Interesting premise + interesting execution with all the flashbacks, especially because it was like eps 1 - 4: about half is flashbacks to Jian's childhood/growning up with Jinman/teenagehood in her POV, ep 5: Jeongmin's POV flashback for about half, eps 6 - 7: almost entirely Jinman POV flashbacks, ep 8: almost no flashbacks. I think I liked some of the early Jian's POV eps (ep 2 comes to mind) and quite enjoyed eps 6 - 7 which gave us more backstory. I do have to say the flashbacks cutting through the current action was sometimes bothersome, especially after we'd established important stuff in the first few eps and were showing stuff in the middle episodes that didn't need as much screentime, specifically Jian's teenage life. I thought ep 5 was also weak af.

I found Jinman intriguing and mysterious and understood him despite being frustrated with how he treated Jian at times. Jian I liked way more at the beginning but then started being kind of annoyed toward the end at times. Mihye was soooo cool.

It was a surprisingly funny show, especially in regard to how this is just a job for these mercenaries and killers lol

The ending was a bit anticlimactic in terms of how things were resolved + there was a bunch of important threads that were unfinished (aiming for a season 2?). I wasn't surprised by the ending but I don't know if they were aiming for that anyway, I think they knew the audience to predict it and were okay with it.

idk what to rate it, like it's fine, I liked it well enough, likely will never think about it again, but may watch season 2 if it ever airs. I guess I liked it more than Killed Paradox (I actually barely remember that show, esp the second half? nothing in my brain)

Rating: 6.5/10

[sasukeless]

help i trying to make a sasuke jinchuuriki au with matatabi but you can't change shit without messing everything up 😭 i don't want naruto to also have kurama (or maybe that's the best option?) i really don't want to change naruto and sasuke dynamic and they both are defined by loneliness and neglect as young children but an uchiha jinchuuriki would be too op to an kuramaless naruto like... i really like the idea of fuinjutso specialist naruto exploring more about the uzumaki clan and looking more like kushina (also minato and kushina must be dead bc they would broke canon like minato would NOT let the uchiha be marginalized in the first place so no coup and no massacre by the village... maybe by obito's hand?) but if they died at the kyuubi attack where would kurama go if not sealed into naruto? i was thinking about just make naruto younger and not be born yet so they seal it into someone else? That could be sasuke but I don't want him to be kurama's jinchuuriki

The uchiha massacre should still happen bc i think it's core to sasuke character like looking for revenge, but by who? And who would sasuke hunt down if not itachi? I don't think sasuke would have hunt him down if itachi wasn't so obsessed about it and retraumatizing him lol

Maybe if sasuke was treated like pure shit by the village his anger could be canalized there instead? I think that's the best option but i want that clan gone... i have no idea how Matatabi from kumo would be sealed into sasuke, maybe if mikoto was the jinchuuriki instead of kushina (this also would be really interesting and a good conflict between mikoto and kushina if they seal that in Sasuke's body)

I think it would be interesting if:

Matatabi jinchuuriki mikoto (maybe just swapping kurama and matatabi regions) dies at obito's attack and the nibi gets sealed into sasuke, fugaku mikoto and minato (maybe minato dies later to give naruto that sense of family and then loss like sasuke) but kushina and itachi don't (idk what to do with itachi but i like his fucked up relationship with sasuke so ill fit him somewhere).

Kushina and Minato (if he lives im not sure) take care of naruto normally, they don't adopt sasuke since the clan is not gone yet, the massacre should take place with the third as hokage so when minato dies. *Sasuke should be hated by everyone specially inside the clan since he was responsible for the clan leaders death and bc of demon etc. *Sasuke should still leave the village at some point and naruto would still chase him idk I don't want to change that. *Matatabi and Sasuke's relationship would be very different from Naruto and Kurama's, Matatabi is very respectful and i can see her trying to be in a good relationship with sasuke but sasuke resenting her and shaming her for everything etc. And instead of kurama warming up to Naruto it would be sasuke warming up to matatabi...

Idk if i will figure this out but i think is an interesting role reversal i wish some writer or artist could do it instead of me with an iq in the negatives

SORRY FOR THE WORD VOMIT IM SURE IM MOT MAKING SENSE BUT I HOPE YOU RESPOND IDC IF ITS FOR INSULTING ME

okay i finally read this and i’m gonna be honest with you i don’t really knoww. i got lost a bit trying to understand some parts but i get the general idea? sadly i feel like this something i can’t help you sorry. it’s not really my area because i don’t really like role reversal in general but if you’re into that i say go for it

[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Payback - Mark Hoffman x Reader

A/N: I do write Noncon on certain exceptions but tbh I can't really see him doing this? So I wrote sth different, hope you still like it!

Summary: Hoffman tries go get back at you for disrespecting him, but soon realizes his error.

Warnings: Harassment, Knifeplay, Humiliation, Bondage, Mentions of past Sexual Abuse (not by Mark tho), Cussing, Choking, Mental Breakdown, Revenge Porn? idk, basically the whole package

Notes: Takes place during SAW Final Chapter, Gender Neutral! Reader, Enemies to Lovers (kinda?), Hurt/Comfort

Words: 2724

[Throwback - SAW III]

"Stop. Touching. My. Work."

Hoffman slammed his invention on the table in front of you, your startled self clumsily dropping the tools you were currently tinkering with.

"Hey, Mark" you welcomed him with your most polite smile, trying to stay friendly even though he was apparently not up to something good.

"That's Detetctive Hoffman for you" the man growled deeply as he came closer, with you backing off until your back hit the wall.

God knows how he even noticed that you did adjustments on his trap, yet it was certainly not to mock him. "B-but you don’t understand. I-I wasn't-"

“Just shut the fuck up for once...” Mark slammed both his hands to the wall right next to your head, effectively trapping you in between his arms. “Next time I see you mess around with my stuff, I’ll kill you.”

Just for the fraction of a second, Mark’s eyes would soften as he saw tears glistening in yours - yet his words would stay as sharp as knives. “Don’t you dare fucking crying on me...you’re a goddamn Jigsaw apprentice, you have no right to whine.”

“I’m sorry...” you sniveled quietly, making yourself as small as humanly possible. “It won’t happen again, boss.”

For some reason, your response only infuriated him more, even though he could clearly see how you were already shaking, thus not faking your respect for him. “Don’t try to flatter me, I’m not that stupid.”

“But stupid nonetheless” Amanda’s voice came from behind Hoffman’s back, but the man was too broad for you to see anything, his body in front of you blocking the view. “And what’s that bullshit about killing her? I’d love to see you try.”

You wouldn’t be alright with Amanda always being so harsh with Hoffman, but her boldness was amazing nonetheless - since the man terrified you even when you did nothing to provoke him.

“Y/N got more talent in her pinky-toe than you have in your whole body” she continued and finally he would turn his attention to her, freeing you from that situation. “That’s why she needs to re-engineer your stupid ass traps. Maybe a caveman like you should stick to the manual labour.”

Hoffman wouldn’t say anything, but to you his silence was even worse than his outburts of rage - god knows what’s been going through his head right now.

Amanda wouldn’t care, however - she plainly shoved a heavy piece of metal in his hands, casually ordering him around. “You still need to install the counterweight on the shotgun. And don’t touch anything else, I don’t have time to repair any of your mistakes.”

As fast as your friend had come to your rescue, she disappeared when all of you heared John, coughing heavily at the other room - leaving you alone with that brute of a man again.

Unable to think of anything to say - and also not thinking your words would matter to him - you reassuringly put a hand on his shoulder. Yet Mark immediately pulled away, his hostile expression making you feel sick.

“Never fucking touch me again.”

_____

[Current time]

That was the last time you had seen him.

Ever since John and Amanda had been killed during their last test, Hoffman controlled every aspect of the game - and he had made it particulary clear that you were not part of it anymore.

And now that even the police knew the identity of “Jigsaws Monster”, it was like Mark had been vanished from the face of the eart.

But why are you remembering this right now?

Your head felt as if a thick haze had been laid on your brain, which was persistent but slowly disappearing. It was dark, that much you knew even through blurry eyesight and only now you would regain sensation in your limbs.

Actually you should feel more afraid in that vague kind of situation - but it awoke a naive hope inside of you: The inevitable reunion with the man that wanted nothing to do with you - yet you wanted it all the more.

That feeling vanished into nothingness when you tried to rub your eyes, but found yourself unable to do so. You were lying stiffly on your back - from the feeling of it on a mattress - with your wrists and ankles tied in an outstretched position...

...and oh my god, are you naked??

Your eyes fluttered shut as bright lights on the ceiling were turned on, and finally you could fully grasp the situation you were in.

This must be a deathtrap.

All the signs were there - the abandoned, run-down room, you being in restrainments...fuck, even a puppet of Billy was placed across the room!

“Hoff...man...” you croaked out from your sore throat - and as if you had summoned him, the door creaked open.

The man stepped inside, dressed in the usual all-back clothes, leather boots and functional jacket -  like he always was when he would implement Jigsaws work.

“Long time no see” he greeted you in an almost spiteful tone, obviously enjoying to see you in that helpless position.

You would desperately try to press your thighs together to keep him from looking, but your legs were tied so they were spread apart. “Fuck, Mark, what are you-”

He cut you off with a look, a long steel knife placed on his lips. “Shh...haven’t I told you to call me ‘Detective’? See, I really need to teach you some respect...”

Oh, he has waited far too long for this moment.

That fucking cunt Amanda had it long coming, and soon Jill would get her fair share as well...

...but they were all insignificant compared to you. This one he will enjoy...slowly and painfully.

"I want to play a game” he whispered as he came closer with firm steps, chuckling darkly as you were struggling in your restrainments. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you die - but maybe you’ll beg for it.”

“Shouldn’t-” you cut yourself off, not knowing if saying anything might enrage him even further. “Shouldn’t I have the possibility to escape?”

“No.” That was all he said before the man had threwn himself onto the bed, his face just inches from yours.

What a shame his hands were gloved, but the sensation of your silky skin under his palms was thrilling nonetheless. And he would lie if he said that he didn’t fantasize of what it’s like to roam your body just like this before...

Hoffman’s warm breath on your ear send shivers down your spine, goosebumps involuntarily rising on your skin. “How do I look...?”

“What happened to you?” And you meant his mind rather his body. It pained you to see him that way - not the scar, though, but who or what made him suffer so much that he behaved crazy even for his standarts. “You need to stop!”

The man angrily bared his teeth like a feral animal, squeezing your cheeks together to force you look right into his eyes. “Don’t play dumb Y/N...I know you had something to do with this.”

“I haven’t!” you yelped as the man straddled your waist, his weight making it hard to breathe. “I’ve been looking everywhere to find you! I know nothing. I only ever wanted to help you, I swear!”

“Bullshit!” he now screamed, an almost desperate accent in his voice. “You’ve always looked down on me. So now, I’ll give you a real reason to despise me...”

“Look at the camera...this will be my last memory of you, after all...” Your eyes widened when his words drang to your ears - and when Hoffman turned around to the Billy doll, whose eyes were blinking red, you understood. “You sick bastard...”

The cold steel he pressed on your skin made you suck in a pained breath, while Mark was eagerly observing every little twitch, every sound or expression of yours. "I should repay you for that scar...maybe you won’t be so arrrogant anymore, if I make some adjustments on that pretty body...”

This was just too much for you to bear - being helpless and completely at anoter person’s mercy, just like back then. Naked and trembling and hurt, feeling used and humiliated and all alone in this cruel world.

But you wouldn’t show him - you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of your pain. Not this time, and certainly not like that.

Yet much to your surprise, the blade was only ever ghosting your skin, running over your face down your neck and collarbone - was he enjoying your suffering, or just hesitating? He wouldn’t know for himself.

“But I don’t hate you!” You had tried to keep it together, you really did - but your vocal cords were cramping as you supressed the tears. “I never did...”

All this time, you would’ve done everything - no matter how painful - for his sake: S person that wouldn’t even acknowledge you. So why the hell does he insist on knowing your intentions, even though he didn’t know a damn thing?!?

Tears of sadness and frustration made their way down your cheeks, but the man in front of you showed no mercy.

Quite the opposite: It made him sick. And for a long, long time already.

Like the way his heart would clench whenever you directed that fake ass smile at him, or how his guts would start twisting whenever he had made you scared or even cry.

Because against all reason, deep down Mark Hoffman held emotions for you he didn’t thought possible to feel anymore. In your presence, he remembered what those fucked up games made him lose - his sanity, morals and most important the chance of a normal life. Of being loved.

“Pathetic...” You shuddered at the pure resentment in his voice - but little did you know he meant himself. For he knew that you could never love a monster like him: Someone that didn’t belong - not even with other murderers. Old and sick and mutilated, destined to either be catched by the police or be killed in the act. 

Yes. You despised and were now even disgusted by him, and Mark fully understood...

...but if he couldn’t have you, then no one should.

“You are nothing to me” he almost whined, giving it his utmost to not let the facade drop - yet his hands began trembling, the sharp steel accidentally scratching your shoulder.

The cut wasn’t deep, but it made you hiss either way. Hoffman uttered mute curses under his breath, and you might’ve even heared a ‘sorry’ as he tried to stop the bleeding with his sleeve.

“Mark...” His heart sank to his stomach as he heared you coo his name, so full of compassion and without any grudge. “You don’t want to do this. Let me go, please...you don’t have the heart to do this...”

"I don’t have a heart.” His jaw tensed as he watched you squirm beneath him, affectionate eyes boring holes in his skull.

The way you were looking at him even after everything he has done...it only made him realize being unworthy of just being close to you a thousandfold. “Stop looking at me like that...”

“I said STOP!” he roared and in the heat of the moment, Mark’s hands wrapped around your throat, hesistantly cutting off your air supply.

That was it - the last straw.

Because last time someone touched you there without your consent, it was...

“No!” Your mind went completely blank, a tunnel view on the flashbacks of your trauma. Sharpened survival instincts lend you unknown forces, while you screamed as loud as your lungs allowed you to, even while being choked.

Hoffman was frozen in shock, jumping off of you and hands immediately retreating from your neck. He could only helplessly watch you having a breakdown - he’s had his own fair share of them to know this was one.

All the memories you had supressed were flooding your soul right now, as if the sensation from earlier had teared down a wall in your brain. No words would leave your lips other than distraught shouts, the bed shaking due to your struggle to get free.

Your agonized whimpers were the only thing pushing back the madness plaqueing Hoffman’s mind, replacing it with unbearableconcern and regret. In no time, the man pulled a key out of his pocket, undoing all the locks around your joints.

Immediately, due to still being in shock, you elbowed his chin - and Mark very well knew he deserved this. But in this state, you would eventually hurt yourself, and he couldn’t let this happen.

“Hey...” Hoffman bit his lip, being at loss for words. “I-I’m here. And I won’t let anyone hurt you.” What a farce, how hypocrytical saying things like this while being responsible for this mess.

The tall man cradled you into his arms, taking all the violent self-defense you tried to pull against him - yet he wouldn’t let go. “Shh...listen to my voice. You’re not at that place anymore. It’s fine. It’s fine...”

God knows for how long it took for you to come down to reality again, but Mark was already covered in bruises as your yells slowly turned into fratic cries. You would reciprocate his hug, holding onto him for dear life and it tormented him even more.

“How could you do this to me? You are so cruel...” you sniveled as Mark covered you in a ragged sheet, his eyes downcast in shame. “I don’t know.”

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

It is dangerous for him to stay. He was not in control of his own mind, and it he couldn’t forgive himself if he was to put you in more misery just because of his own selfish desires. Maybe he was better off dea-

“...the reason I became an apprentice was you.”

Your confession made him meet your eyes again, an apologetic and unbelieving look on his face - but for the first time, he accepted that you weren’t lying.

How could you even tell him? Was that really a good idea, or would it make him even more instable? That’s the exact reason why you kept it a secret all this time...

Taking a deep breath, sighing deeply, you closed your eyes and decided to finish what you started:

“Seth Baxter raped me.”

Mark’s lips began to tremble, shaky breaths getting faster at the cursed name he thought he’d never have to endure ever again.

“Shortly after he got out of prison” you added, and he swallowed harshly. If only he had killed that bastard earlier, then you would've... "This right now was nothing compared to the things he did to me."

As Hoffman ceased to respond, you began to panic, tugging on his sleeve. “I-I mean...I never got to thank you. Thanks to you, I feel like justice has been done. I can go outside without fearing he’s still there.”

“...and I hurt you just the same.” Mark buried his face in his hands, before letting out a raging scream. “Fuck. FUCK!”

"Stop tormenting yourself" you ordered softly, opening his balled fists and taking his hands into yours. You knew very well how it is when your mind is your own worst enemy. "That's the reason we're here after all."

"But I don't deserve-"

"Shut up." Putting your index finger on his lips, your mouth curled into a pained smile. "It's alright. I forgave you already."

“...you’re almost as fucked up as I am." With those words, Mark pulled you into his arms again, hand getting tangled in your hair as he pressed you against his chest.

"Everyone has their reasons."

Hoffman wouldn't waste another thought to his own self-hatred - not anymore, now that you had opened his eyes.

It was indeed not too late for him. You cared about him all this time, and now he was given a chance.

If Mark could've been forgiven by you, then one day he might as well forgive himself for what he had dragged you into. He'll become better - for the only person that mattered anymore. Giving you a life you deserved against all odds, wipe them all out if he has to. No matter how or where, but from now on, he would never disappoint you again.

"That was the last time someone hurt you, i swear. I'll protect you at any cost."

[24hlevi]

can i just say that i've just finished reading that angst headcanons/imagines/scenarios or whatever it's supposed to be called about the boys reacting to y/n dying and i'm just...i'm just a sobbing mess.

it's well-written so 1000/10 for that, but whY MUST YOU ATTACK MY HEART IN THIS MANNER???? i love your work, but my poor heart ack-

btw is there any possibility to ask for a request for a same scenario but for kazutora, mitsuya, and hanma? like for kazutora's part, imagine if it wasn't yknow who died but its y/n 🥲

omg you’re so nice first of all thank you 😭 and OMG YES

TR Boys Reaction To You Dying Pt. 2

Tokyo Revengers Boys (Kazutora, Shuji, & Takashi) X Gn!Reader

Genre: Pure Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Suicide (kind of? it’s what happened to baji did so idk what to label it as 🤷‍♂️)

Hanemiya Kazutora:

All Kazutora could think was that it was all his fault that this happened. He was too caught up in his own world that he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. He didn’t even know you had shown up to the fight until he stabbed you instead of Baji.

“Y/n?” Kazutora asked, dropping the knife immediately when he saw you standing between him and Baji, blood dripping onto the ground below you. He completely froze, not knowing what he had just done or why he even did it. “Baby, are you okay?”

You held onto the stab wound, coughing up blood as you looked at your boyfriend. “I just wanted you…to stop.” You choked out before collapsing to your knees.

Everyone had stopped and was watching you by now, shocked that you had even protected Baji from both sides when your whole body landed on the car below you. Spitting blood out of your mouth, you laid on your back, staring up at the blue sky that was dusted with white clouds.

“Y/n!”

You heard multiple people yell your name, but you couldn’t even tell who it was until you saw Kazutora kneeling beside you. “Y/n! Keep your eyes open, okay?!”

You shook your head from side to side, raising your hand to put it on Kazutora’s face before quietly speaking, “Give it to me, the knife.”

“What? Why? Look, Y/n you just gotta stay awake okay?” Kazutora spoke fast, clearly freaking out on both the outside and inside, not even caring about the gang fight anymore.

“Hand it over, Kazutora.” You said his full name which caused him to go quiet, staring down at you with saddened eyes before handing you the knife that already had your blood on it. “Thank you, babe. I love you.” You told him.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Kazutora said to you.

You bundled up your shirt at the top, putting it in your mouth so you had something to bite down on before plunging the knife into your stomach and twisting it around, then pulling it back out and dropping it.

Kazutora wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him as you lived your last moments, and he couldn’t even say anything. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I always will love you.” Was all he said after you died.

Kazutora then took the blame for killing you, resulting im him ending up in jail again but he wasn’t angry about it. He was just sad. So sad that he didn’t even try to get out of jail and get back into the gang life. He just sat around, continuously saying,

“It’s all my fault.”

Hanma Shuji:

Shuji swore that he would never allow you to get hurt while he was away doing gang activities that he didn’t want you included in. That’s why he always had someone beside you and a bodyguard to make sure you would always be safe. But even then, it didn’t work.

It was half past 1 in the morning when Shuji’s phone rang while he was with the other Valhalla members, beating up some random other gang member. Shuji stopped punching the other male, standing up straight and took his phone out of his pocket and opened it, answering. “Yes?”

“Shuji…”

Shuji’s breath hitched when he heard your shaky and quiet voice, and he immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Where are you, darling? Is something wrong?”

“I’m…at home. B-But someone..got in.” You tried your best to reply, but it was coming out shaky and slow. 

“I’ll be there in five minutes. I promise, baby. Okay? I love you.” Shuji told you before turning around and looking at everyone, taking the phone away from his ear. “Kazutora, you’re in charge until I get back, understand? As for everyone else, just do what you’re told.” He said to everyone, proceeding to then walk out and make his way onto the streets when he started to sprint down the different roads. 

Now he was just making sure that he made it to your place in five minutes like he said he would, which usually he would be able to do easily, but he was more determined now that he had heard something had gone wrong whilst he was away. Upon reaching your place, he saw the front door opened already and he quickly rushed inside. “Y/n?! Baby, where are you?!” He called out as he started to run through every room in the house. 

He finally made it to your room where you laid on the floor, a puddle of blood beneath you as you were taking shallow and slow breaths. “Y/n!” Shuji yelled out your name, going over to you and kneeling down beside you. He grabbed you and lifted you up, holding you in his arms as he checked for your pulse. When he felt it he let out a sigh of relief but it was very weak and barely noticeable which made him realize he probably only had a few more moments with you. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n. For not being here when I should have. I’m so fucking stupid, I should have just stayed here with you. I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry.” Shuji said to you, his voice cracking halfway through as tears welled up in his eyes.

You looked up at him and smiled lightly despite you dying in his arms. “It’s okay, Shuji. Don’t...blame yourself. I still love you.” You had never seen the boy cry before, that’s how you knew that he did really love you, that he wasn’t just saying it so he could manipulate or get things from you. 

“I love you too.” Shuji whispered out. 

Soon enough, your head went limp and your eyes were stuck open, all of the life drained from your face as blood dirtied the floor and Shuji’s clothes. “Y/n? Y/n? Wake up, please.” The boy pleaded to your now deceased body, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get you back. Not ever again. 

Shuji became what you would have never wanted him to become, a terrible person who killed anyone if they even looked at him the wrong way, and most importantly, one that drank all of his feelings after the day was over, crying to himself over your death still. 

Because he would never get you back. And he regretted that the most.

Mitsuya Takashi:

Takashi was the most important person in your life, just like you were to him. He had told you on multiple occasions that he wanted to be with you forever. And he thought it would really happen. Boy, was he wrong. So, so wrong. 

You two were walking down the busy street, eating street food while going inside stores and just admiring the night scenery. Everything was going perfectly normal, until it all changed within a few seconds. 

“Hey, babe?” Takashi said, looking over at you.

“Yeah?” You repled. 

“Do you wanna get married some day in the future?” 

The question that came out of your boyfrien’s mouth shocked you, and you didn’t know how to reply. You both were still teenagers, how the hell were you supposed to know? “Only if it’s you I’m marrying.” You aswered with a smile. 

Takashi smiled back and pressed his lips against yours before pulling away quickly after. “Same here.” He told you. 

Suddenly, car tires screeched on the black cement road and one zoomed around, an all black van. It’s windows opened and guns pointed out of them before they started to fire. Takashi quickly wrapped his body around you and covered you with his, not even caring if he would end up getting killed because of it. 

After the car drove off, Takashi looked at you and asked in a frantic voice, “Y/n, are you okay?”

You looked at him, then down to your side, shaking your head as you spat out blood. Takashi’s eyes widened as he yelled out your name, but you had collapsed onto the ground, grabbing at your abdomen where the gunshot wound was, blood beginning to soak through your clothes and onto the sidewalk below you. 

“No, no, no. Y/n! Stay with me!” He yelled, taking his phone out of his pocket and about to call the polce when you grabbed his hand, stopping him. “What?”

“Don’t. It’s okay.” You told him, a small smile on your face. 

“It’s not okay! I can’t lose you! We-We just talked about getting married some day!” The boy continued to yell.

“Maybe...in another life, we will.” You spoke barely above a whisper, your vision starting to darken and turn blurry. “I love you, Mitsuya Takashi.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” Takashi replied to you but you didn’t respond. “Y/n?” He reached his hand over and shook you gently, and when you didn’t move he looked at your face, then realizing that you were gone. He sat on the ground, and put his hands over his face, beginning to cry. 

Takashi cried and mourned over your death everyday, despite people telling him to move on. He just couldn’t. He would never be able to find someone he would love like he loved you. He knew that. So that’s how it remained the rest of his life. Lonely, and depressed. 

[lordabovehelpme]

The Weakness in Strength - Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: I'd love to request a Frank Castle x reader one. reader was a Marine and fought alongside Frank and Billy. she gets angry at Billy's betrayal and beats the shit outta him until Frank pulls her away. he calms her down (fluff with Frank oh boy) and maybe they kiss or idk? have sex to forget, I really don't know, end is up to you! lots of love xx - @alanis-altair

A/n: Hello! So sorry for this being so late! I also changed the prompt a little bit- I hope that’s okay! Thank you for requesting and all your support! I loved working on this and I hope you love the outcome! :) 

Summary: As a Marine, they teach you to live, they teach you to be disciplined, they teach you pain, they teach you how to survive. Breaking and molding you into the perfection they believe saves countries. To be without feelings is strength. But in reality, it’s the opposite. 

Warnings: gn! reader, angest, mentions of gun violence, and violence in general

P.S: This is set at the ending of Season 1 right before Frank and Billy meet at the carousel. 

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The thought of who Billy is now kills you. Past memories of laughter and friendship seem to be a lie, as if they never truly happened. It’s like you never knew him. As if the nights spent together at various bases didn’t mean anything to him. As if the years you served alongside one another were only seconds.

You should be hurt, should feel something besides the anger of betrayal. But it’s all too easy to focus your thoughts on revenge, on the promise of connecting your fist to his chin. It’s all too easy to put the walls up around your heart, the ones laid brick by brick in a complex structure of security. All too easy to push away the memories.

Too easy it scares you.

But it’s even easier to hide it all away and continue living.

Frank is making plans to talk with him, to hurt him… you just know it. And sure enough he tells you.

He tells you about how Billy got a shot on Curtis, on how they are planning to meet at the carousel tonight. You nod along, pained to hear how Billy could be so cruel to bring Frank back to that spot.

But when he looks at his watch and starts to get up, you walk over and grab your handgun and knife, focused on forming a plan in your head.

This is the moment, the time you can get back at him. The thoughts rushing through your head coming a mile a minute, thinking and forming ways to punish him. Ways that you learned over seas, where there's no rules, no right or wrong, no such thing as cruel or inhumane.

“You’re not going.”

Your body freezes, shocked by his monotone response. Your head snaps to look at him.

“What?”

“Only I’m going.” He says it louder, as if you didn’t hear him before.

You laugh, as if he’s making some absurd joke. “No you’re not.”

His eyes darken, not happy that you’re not listening to him.

“You are staying here. This is my fight.”

You can understand where he’s coming from, but what he says next is what covers your vision in red and makes tears start to well up.

“He killed my family.”

That’s what makes it hurt, what makes your lips downturn in a deep frown.

There’s the feeling of your heart dropping, your mouth opening and closing as you try to form words. To form thoughts on why he’s standing there and refusing your help. To make sense of the way he’s denying you.

“No no no no.” You slam at his chest with your fists, tears falling from your eyes. “He is just as much a brother to me as he is to you.”

Anger wells up from your stomach and intertwines with the hurt, making a deadly concoction of overwhelming emotions.

The things you easily pushed down and away bubbling up just as easily.

As a Marine, they teach you to live, they teach you to be disciplined, they teach you pain, they teach you how to survive. Breaking and molding you into the perfection they believe saves countries.

Any emotion is taught to be pushed down, hidden behind the façade of a stoic soldier. You’re taught to compartmentalize, to prioritize the mission, to prioritize action. They teach you that showing emotion is weakness, that it’s the factor between life or death.

To be without feelings is strength.

But in reality, it’s the opposite.

The pain in your heart is confusing, the anger coating your vision in blood red only makes you more mad, you don’t understand how to communicate the amplified hurt in your soul. It makes you feel out of control. The numbness you were able to hide in so long suddenly ripped away from you and left you open and vulnerable to the world.

To be confused is weakness.

Your thoughts jumble together, trying to find that lost control. Looking for anything to grab onto and pull you back to a place where your soul doesn’t feel naked and exposed. Anything at all, desperately searching, and it causes your mouth to move before your brain can even recognize it.

“In fact he’s better than you.”

Dark eyes snap to your own, intensity swelling in them.

“You just left us to think you were dead. He was all I had left. I spent hours with him trying to make sense of life without you. But you were cruel enough to not even send a sign. Did you even hear us on the radio?”

Your voice is smaller, the anger dissipating and boiling down into hurt… pain… confusion. The tears fall silently as your fists slow down and come to rest on his chest.

“Did you even care?”

It’s barely audible, barely said as your eyes close, overwhelmed by the intensity in his stare… overwhelmed by the answer he may provide.

He stands there, silent and strong, the only proof of him listening to you is the way his trigger finger moves in it’s rapid habit.

“And now he’s different… or maybe he was like this all along, I don’t know.” You have to stop yourself, voice cracking with the truth in your words, the pain in your heart. “It feels like I’m losing a part of me.”

You collapse, knees giving out as you lay your thoughts out to him, voice the fear you’ve buried so deep.

He surprises you, strong arms lift and wrap around your back, pulling you into his form and holding you tight. Your tears wet his shirt and the warmth of his embrace only makes them flow stronger.

Your hands rise to clutch the fabric at the back of his shirt, holding the cotton between your fists as if he was the only thing holding you to the Earth. And at this point you're convinced he might be.

His head leans down to rest atop your own, surrounding you completely with him, speaking loudly with unspoken words.

I’m here for you.

I’ll protect you.

I understand.

Minutes go by, but he keeps his arms around you, letting you cry until you physically can’t anymore.

The pain doesn’t go away. There’s something within you that says it never will.

Yet you feel better.

Maybe Curtis was right after all these years, having someone to talk to really does help. Or maybe it’s because you know Frank understands, that he’s feeling the same things and even more. Or maybe it’s the weight lifted from your shoulders, the truths you tried to hide from put loud and clear into the open.

You feel better.

His shirt is damp, your nose runs and you sniffle, but his hands rub along your spine, and as you lean back you wipe at your eyes.

Then a large thumb joins your hands, wiping away the last few tears your body could produce.

“Please…”

You’ve never heard him so quiet before, his voice barely audibly as it rumbles past his lips in a plea. Your eyes lift to his and you’re not shocked by the intensity of his gaze, but rather the emotion swirling within them.

You can see the confusion behind those eyes, the same torment pulling at his heart strings.

“Please stay here.”

You want to ask him what he means, why he said it, but you know it’s best to let him finish.

His fingertips run along your face, across your jaw, finally cupping your cheek. Large fingers frame the side of your head, slotting around your ear and resting your head in his palm.

“I know you’re hurting, but I can’t have you there. It’s too similar.”

Then it makes sense.

He’s asking you to stay not because he wants to deny you. Not because he wants to fight Billy himself in a self centered revenge. Not because he doesn’t think you’re capable.

He doesn’t want you there because it’s putting you in the same situation as his family.

Bringing him even closer back to that day.

Those deep brown eyes scan your face, searching and waiting for your response. And you know you can’t do that to him again, so you just nod.

His hand squeezes your head slightly, thumb running along your cheekbone as you nod. Then he leans down, resting his forehead against your own and closing his eyes, holding you against him.  

Thank you.

As he leaves it hurts to see him by himself. You’d be disappointed if it was anyone else, disappointed that you couldn't scream in Billy’s face yourself. But you know Frank will make sure he knows your pain as well as his own.

From the street below he catches your gaze and your own eyes sing their own silent song.

Be safe.

He nods.

I promise.

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Okay, good lord this was emotionally intense for me. That’s why I left it so short- I just really felt like it was more impactful this way. Idk- thoughts? 

But I hope you all liked it! Poor Frank has gone through so much, he just needs a hug. 

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[rawbins-undertale-blog]

hey there again!!!

might i slide in this fine ask box with another HC request?

if yes, then could you please write some HCs where uf and ht sanses and papyruses (seperate of course) s/o gets put in a hospital for a lil bit? you can decide what happened to s/o. maybe a bad heatstroke cuz its summer or something (totally not because its a bad heatwave where im living rn haha nope). idk, i just crave angst or hurt/comfort again from my fave skeletons.

if you're not up for this, its totally fine!!

thank you, have a chill day/night B)

- 🌌 anon whos sunburns arent stinging that much anymore B)

*Evil cackling* OH-HO-HO, yOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MONSTER YOU HAVE UNLEASHED…… I am an evil being who feeds off of angst and pain, and you’ve given me ample opportunity to make some of that sweet sweet angst >:-)))))))))

I tried to keep it ambiguous as to what you’re in for, mostly because I want you to be able to imagine heatstroke and me to be able to think “hahahah stab stab”! ^^

Also!!! The healthcare system in some other countries is fucking insane (like??? You guys have to pay to not die??????) so I’ll be going off of what I know about the healthcare system in Sweden where it’s free. (At least I’m 99% sure it’s free, except for like. Small things. For example, my antidepressants. I had to buy those myself when I was still on them.)

UF + HT BROS WHEN S/O IS IN THE HOSPITAL

Red (Underfell Sans):

He’s panicking so so bad, he’s terrified. What if you die?

Curses out anybody who tries to keep him from you, including the poor nurse who’s just doing their job

Actually he just. curses in general. He’s just spewing cuss words to seem angry instead of scared because That’s Definitely Better

Most likely out of all four to physically lash out at… well, anybody (except you obviously) lol

Red hates hospitals too, to make matters worse. He doesn’t know why, but they make him feel uncomfortable.

If somebody did this to you purposely and he’s not allowed by your side, he’s going out to find the person and kick their ass during that time lol

If nobody did this to you, he’s pacing and cursing and jfc Red, you do realise there are other people here right enjdjdjdjsjsk

This fucker tries to pull a “pfff nah i was never worried” but like. Red. Darling. Light of my life. Stars in my sky. Center of my universe. Bitch of my heart. Everyone can see right through your “anger” and literally your shaking voice is so not convincing. Get a better poker face and voice.

With some prodding, admits that finehewasscaredyou’ddieandhethoughthisheartstoppedforasecondwhichisweird’causehedoes’tevenhaveaheartanywaysthat’sovernowsowhocares

(He’s not great at expressing himself but it’s still progress)

WILL be staying right by you as you recover. You’ve no choice. (You do actually, he respects you and will back off if you tell him to)

Edge (Underfell Papyrus):

Oh no. Oh no.

Edge is trying his very best not to show any emotions but he’s not good at it because like. It doesn’t take a genius to see that him screeching angrily at people and demanding for the doctors to fix this is actually him poorly masking his fear. Edge doesn’t have the best poker face lol

He’s so pissed if he can’t stay right next to you the whole time. You’re his S/O!! What kind of bullshit is this?!

If you do need to be left alone with doctors and such things, Edge will do one or two things depending on why you're in the hospital, how bad what you’re in for is and for how long he can’t see you.

If you’re here for something like heatstroke - AKA something not brought on by somebody else - he’ll call friends and such while pacing and somewhat frantically share your current condition.

However, if anybody did this to you; and you’re in bad shape… Well, even fucking Satan will cower at the brutality of Edge’s revenge.

When he’s allowed to be, he’s by your side and - depending on why you’re in and for what - he might nag you for being careless, reassure you it wasn’t your fault, reassure you in general, and/or just stay silent.

It’s barely noticeable, but just noticeable enough, that you can tell that he’s shaking.

All it takes is a “are you okay?” For him to break and confess how scared he was.

For a moment he was back Underground and it was horrible and he felt so powerless and he hates that. He’s so, so happy you’re okay and he- he swears he’ll be with you on your way to recovery. Please just never get hurt again.

Dusk (Horrortale Sans):

If you thought Red and Edge were scared, just know it’s nothing compared to the absolute terror he feels.

Dusk knows how fragile the human body can  be. He’s seen horrific things happen to humans and monsters alike and he’s always hyper-aware of just how easy it’d be to kill and/or hurt you.

Logically, he knows you won’t die, he knows human anatomy well enough to know this is something you’ll bounce back from, but his instincts are going haywire and all he can think of are the mangled corpses back Underground. It doesn’t matter whether your condition has anything to do with broken limbs or not, because those pictures are what his mind is forcing onto him.

He refuses to leave your side. If he’s forced away from you by nurses/doctors/staff, he’ll protest but if he really can’t be by you for your safety, he’ll be anxiously hovering as close by as he possibly can. Whenever he’s allowed to touch you, he’s practically glued onto you.

If he’s sure it’s just the two of you, and you’re unconscious, he’ll probably cry.

He… He hates being reminded of your mortality. He hates the idea that any day could be your last. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you were gone.

(He’d dust, probably.)

If somebody else got your purposely hurt, he’s going to hunt them down after a while (after you’ve recovered enough for him to be comfortable leaving you alone for a bit). He’s not going to kill them, but he might rough them up a bit -- but most likely, he’ll just intimidate them and/or threaten them. (It’d be a different story if you were murdered.)

Whenever you’re conscious, he’ll do pretty much anything you say, so long as it won’t get you anymore hurt or risk stunting your recovery.

When you’re released from the hospital, he’ll be by your side nearly 24/7 because he hates the idea of you getting hurt again just because he wasn’t there to protect you.

Aster (Horrortale Papyrus):

Tries to look calm and composed, but he does about as poor of a job as his brother. He does better in that he doesn’t act out or get in the way of the nurses, but he’s also crying and shaking and sobbing and can’t stop.

You getting injured triggers him pretty badly. If you’re not bleeding, it’ll probably be “only” a bad anxiety attack, but if there’s any blood involved it’s escalating into a full-blown panic attack.

He’s a nurse himself, but I doubt he’d be allowed to work with the other nurses when it comes to you because of how unsteady he is. He’s not sure whether he’s thankful for it or not, because he doesn’t trust himself to do a good job but he also wants to be there for you. He trusts his colleagues, but it’s still nerve-wracking.

Just like the others, he’s glued to your side when he’s allowed to be. Very metaphorically. He’s the best of them all at giving you space, partially because he’s just more respectful lol and partially because he’s a nurse so he knows not to smother you with physical affection until you’re in the clear.

If somebody caused you to go into this state, he will just like Dusk go and find them. He won’t do anything physical, but he does intimidate the person very effectively. He’s a terrifying giant and he knows how to use that to his advantage.

When you’re fine again, he’ll be acting anxious and protective for a while. He feels really guilty about it (because he should be comforting you - plus, he’s a nurse! He’s seen way worse things on his job) but you’ll have to give him comfort. This whole thing didn’t inspire much positive feelings in him and it stressed him out a lot, it may honestly take more of a toll on him than it does you.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; Chan x fem!reader, slight choking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it bitch), exhibitionism, clitoral stimulation, fingering, nicknames, thigh,,, rubbing?, nipple play, dirty talk, cum, orgasm (m/f), getting caught oop. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2,4 k 

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yes yes!! thank you anon!! this is my last request as well heh

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; another song that is very dear to my heart,,, although for a kinda sad reason but we wont get into that lmao- 

also i laughed while writing this because idk some of the descriptions are like,,, SO FUCKING WEIRD I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS

23. “Should I be quiet?” ; The Neighbourhood - Nervous

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

The small room was rather dark, only the moonlight reflecting it’s light through the window as the four walls were filled with small snores and the occasional turning of the blankets. That wasn’t coming from just your boyfriend that lied next to you in a peaceful slumber but the three other boys that had passed out in the room after watching a movie. You sighed, this wasn’t the most appropriate time to be needy but there was nothing you could do about it. No matter how much you turned and twisted the lewd thoughts stuck to your head like gum to the sole of a shoe. 

You looked at Chan, his slow breath tickled against your face, his face slightly puffy from all the snacks he ate before bed, his cheek squished against the pillow and you felt bad for thinking such sinful thoughts about him when he was right beside you. You scooted closer to him, unknowingly rubbing against his thigh and not letting your eyes divert from his face for even a split second, heart thumping at the thought that he could wake up at any moment. You let out a tiny whimper, biting your lip and coating it with a sheen of saliva, your face and ears heating up as the gain of friction between your clothed dripping cunt and his bare thigh got to you. Waking him up would just be mean, he worked so hard during the day so surely he deserved a good nights rest but at the same time,,, maybe he needed a way to relieve his stress? 

The sensation was just too good, you quickly stripped yourself from your pyjama pants, leaving you in Chan’s oversized shirt and your soaking panties that were sticking to your wet folds, a little patch of slick staining them. Before you knew it you were back to humping his leg like a desperate puppy, just a little longer and then you’ll stop and sleep like you were supposed to. Wrapping your arms around his torso you rolled your hips upwards, trying to aim all the pleasure towards your clit but not really succeeding, however it did still feel good, the bundle of nerves aching for more, aching for a touch. Frustration built up inside you as you could practically hear your heart beating in your ears from nervousness and arousal, you really didn’t want to wake him up.

“Please fuck me Channie~" you whispered weakly, hoping he didn’t hear it or anyone else in that room for that matter. You held one hand over your mouth as the pleasure got too intense, movements getting bolder as you grinded against his relaxed thigh, moving your hips from side to side sometimes and squirming around, your forehead creased, muscles on edge. Maybe the thrill turned you on even more? And even if this was good enough you craved more, maybe you wanted more thrill. You halted your movements before you poked him on the shoulder but got no response, him lying as still as a log, only his chest rising slowly, lungs filling with air. You sighed, there was no use you thought until he grunted lowly, stretching his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, you hurried to turn around, back against him as you shut your eyes tightly, pretending to sleep. 

“Baby?” he said in a deep raspy voice, confused as to what your whimpers from earlier were coming from. 

“Y-yeah?” you whispered back, turning back to him and acting sleepy, eyes half-closed. He chuckled slightly and you heightened your eyebrows in perplexity, wondering what he was smiling about.

“You know I heard everything?” he said, eyes still closed as he mumbled, his sly smirk still on his lifeless lips. Your eyes widened, your figure froze in shock, with a fake laugh you tried to cover up the situation.

“H-heard what? Did something happen?” you lied, caught off guard by his answer. 

“I don’t know,,, all I heard was someone asking to fuck me” he said, almost bursting into laughter as he opened his eyes slowly, seeing your priceless expression. You shy away from him, wanting to sink under the surface of the earth but just as you wanted to turn around and forget about every single thought in your mind you felt his warm hands traveling from your clothed chest to your abdomen and ultimately your cunt, hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties with fingers that inspect the soppiness between your legs. You moan at the sudden contact, pressing your thighs together.

“Shh,,, easy now, you’re so wet, hm? What were you thinking about?” he says lowly close to your ear, hot breath bouncing off the shell of your ear. You scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling, lifting your shoulder up to your ear and giggling slightly. Chan gives you a peck on the lips before his fingers explore more of your needy sex, his familliar hands lightly grazing your already swollen clit. He rubbed the bud in small circles with two fingers, your hands going down underneath the covers and grabbing his wrist as the speed increased, your breath hitching at the sensation that returned, the start of a deep feeling inside your core. 

“e-ehm,,, was thinking about,,, you making me feel good” you whimpered out, too shy to say anything more, your hair covering your face slightly from the way you squirmed around, the bed creaking occasionally. 

“Making you feel good? How did I do that?” he said with that grin on his face as if he didn’t know anything, sounding completely innocent despite the scandalous actions that were going on underneath the thin fabric of your panties. You let go of his wrist as he inserted two fingers into your hole, prodding them at your entrance and feeling you clench. It was time to get revenge, he couldn’t just gain pleasure from seeing you weak for him and so your hand gently palmed him through his underwear, earning an unexpected grunt from the boy. 

“w-with your dick” you answered to his question in lack of any other answer. His hips bucked against your hand, begging for more with his body and you complied, giving his cock a firm squeeze, moving your hands up from the base towards the tip, teasing it with your thumb. He was becoming rock solid in your hand, cock twitching in your grasp. You giggled, you weren’t the only needy one now. 

“Ah yeah? You sure you want to do this here babygirl?” he whispered back to you to which you nodded, his fingers plunging into your hole and curling up towards your g-spot, a well-known sensation spreading throughout your body, his slick-covered fingers playing with your clit again until your squirmed as he touched it directly causing you to flinch. He got on top of you, hovering mere inches from your face and after a long look into your lost moonlit eyes he attached his lips on yours, exhaling unsteadily as your tongues met almost immediately in a romantic daze. Your noses bumped against each other, Chan chuckling momentarily before setting an even pace with his tongue, your small whimpers blending into the sound of lips smacking against each other. Your hands that were previously cupping his cheeks descended down his chest, tugging on the thick band of his boxers but your arms not reaching far enough to pull them off. Your boyfriend smirked, breaking the kiss and moving away from you in order to strip himself from his underwear, leaving him completely exposed to you before he got on top of you again, pulling the covers over him. Before anything else happened you quickly shimmied out of your soaked panties, Chan’s hands lifting up your shirt, exposing the supple valleys of your tits, his hands fondling your boobs right away, thumbs swiping over the already erect nipples.  It felt oddly naughty to be doing this with three other boys in the room, being almost completely naked with Chan above you, his lips exploring your neck, leaving small kisses and marks as he nibbled on the skin. You whimpered, your hands tangled in his dark hair as you turned your head to the other side, granting him more access. He got even more worked up by your small sounds that dripped from your lips like sticky sweet honey, you wrapping your legs around his waist causing the base of his cock to press up against your hot cunt, pressing him closer to you because you were hungry for more, the slightest contact would do. Chan left a final kiss on your lips before grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your sopping entrance, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“a-are you ready, angel?” he murmured close to you, you humming a small yes as the tip of his cock glided against your wet folds, pushing in gently as you pressed your lips together, furrowing your eyebrows at the initial stretch, your tight cunt enveloping his cock between your velvety walls. He groaned at the feeling, pushing into you further and eventually bottoming out, now balls deep into your aching pussy. Your arms were around his head as he started to suck on your nipples, gently rolling his hips after you’ve adjusted to his size, no matter how much he fucked you, his size never failed to fill you up to the brim, making you scratch his back and leave it covered in red streaks.

“fuck,, you feel so good” you moaned a bit too loud, Chan looked up at you in panic, you slapping a hand over your mouth as you peeked at the boys that lied on a pile of cuddles close to you. 

“should I be quiet?” you whispered to which Chan nodded. 

“what kind of question is that? of course” he whispered back through a clenched jaw, his hips slamming into you faster and harder for each minute. You tried biting the inside of your cheek, your entire body jolting upwards and making the bed creek with every thrust, it was simply impossible to be quiet and neither could Chan that was slowly but surely losing his own pace, a vein on his neck popping out from the composure that was needed to keep quiet. He glanced at the boys that were lying completely still, only a small snore from one of them. You turned your head to the other side, your neck being exposed to him once again, his hand automatically wrapping around your neck snuggly, making the situation a thousand times hotter. Being choked and fucked by your hot boyfriend next to a pile of his friends? Hot.

The mattress moved as he thrusted into you, a slight squelching sound of your dripping cunt being audible to the two of you. You tried holding on to anything in your reach but finally settled for Chan’s back, digging your nails into his skin as you panted, sweat beading on his temples as his thrusts were getting harder, your tits bouncing in the same pace. 

“f-fuck, you drive me crazy y/n” he said, tightning the grasp around neck, you pressing the back of your head against the pillow as you clenched around him, a feeling burning in the pit of your core that was only getting closer. 

“Channie~ I love you” you whispered, clenching your teeth causing your words to sound almost violent but you meant it in the most loving way possible, he was yours and you were his. He chuckled silently, you seeing the outline of his soft facial features in the dimly lit room, he whispered it back to you, bending down and rubbing the tip of his nose against your sleepy cheeks before pressing a wet kiss near your ear, his hips repeatedly slamming against you and knocking the breath out of you. Your lips parted, a string of whispered pleas escaping them as you clawed at his back, clenching vigoursly and arching your back as your orgasm washed over you uncontrollably, knocking you completely dumb. There was something incredibly hot in seeing your scrunched erotic expression that sent Chan over the edge, your whimpers that were only getting louder and louder being the most beautiful sound in the earth to his ears. His thrusts got sloppier and uneven, pinning your legs to the bed and spreading them further causing you to squirm at the new aim he got, hitting that spot that almost hurt in overstimulation. Being quiet was completely thrown out the window. 

He pulled out of your hole, his cock glistening as he grabbed onto the shaft, stroking himself to completion. The hot cum spurted against your boobs in white ribbons, dripping down your heaving chest as you tried to stabilize your breath, your hands by either side of your head. He groaned as he milked himself from every ounce of cum, the angelic view of his lover being covered in his cum almost made him hard again. All energy was consumed from the sweaty boy that plopped down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as he lied down next to you, grabbing a pillow that had somehow fallen off the bed during the recent activities. He turned to you, you turned your head towards him and smiled before pressing a kiss on his lips, really not wanting to get up and clean up after his mess. You snuggled closer but were caught off guard when you heard a voice behind you.

“yah,,, Chan can really put it down” Changbin said in a deep voice, both you and Chan bolting up and watching the three boys that looked like they were still in a nice slumber. 

“you awake?” you asked, thinking that maybe Changbin talked in his sleep.

“we were all awake because how the fuck do you sleep when someone is moaning into your ear” Felix answered, still facing away from you, slurring his words, his mind still not functioning despite being conscious. You thought your heart sunk, in panic turning to Chan that was just as surprised as you, his ears turning bright red, despite it being so dark in the room you could still see how the skin tinged a pretty color of embarrassment. 

“I can’t wait until Hyunjin hears this tomorrow” Jeongin laughed, the other two boys joining in with his laughter, their eyes still closed and faces covered in sleepiness. 

That was the price of had to pay when having sex with your boyfriend beside his dormmates.

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Is there something (or more) that you would change in the war arc if you could?

Oh yeah babe there's always things I'd change even with things I like, it's a sign I care *cracks knuckles*

- Miruko quirkless reveal

- Todotwins canon and Fuyumi quirk reveal (strong ice, fire body!)

- what was the point of un-expelling the second years?? If they didn't even show up to fight in the war arc?? What, UA had no issues sending freshmen and seniors into the highly dangerous field but the second years got spared for some reason?? I get there was a lot going on but like... I want to see cotton girl's quirk in action. Let her work with the Shiketsu and ketsubutsu second years.

- Snipe?? Where Snipe??? Vlad was obviously off being the traitor but Snipe and the temporary bullets that should have been there but weren't haunt me...

- Giran should have gotten his revenge!! Let him turn on the League!! He deserves to betray them after they abandoned him!!

- NONE of whatever happened with Compress. The man is OLD and PHYSICALLY UNATTRACTIVE and I love him for that. he can still save the league though bc he's the adult in charge now he just does it without, uh, the method he used in canon

- Mirio gets to have a soulmate moment where he feels Tamaki's pain bc I believe in equality

- Nejire announces her hero name is Benzaiten- the lucky goddess of everything that flows- now in a way that foreshadows her future character development arc will be as Bakugo's mentor- murder god dynamight whatever- , not as "going to get a another little moment about her physical appearance, not bc of a beauty pageant but because Dabi burned her. No we will not mention how the prettiest boy in 1A has a burn scar right there too"

- idk I kinda feel like Tomura should have gotten the chance to make fun of Dabi more like he's about to go through hell and have AfO in his head I think he deserves to get a few more insults shouted to Dabi for old times sake. (But at least a chapter after "It's me Touya Todoroki and my horribly unwashed hair, come dance in hell with me" because that was perfect it has to stay the same)

- a little panel where we see Tensei complaining to his mom about how his little brother is crazy for ripping out body parts when Tensei was trying to get him scheduled for surgery, for them to turn on the news and see the chaos and just watch in horror. A moment for Rocklock's baby and wife too perhaps

[fivekrystalpetals]

I can’t even enjoy shouto wanting to get to know touya when it feels like we skipped his mental and emotional journey. It should be messier! This is giving me “I’m an optimist” hawks behavior. Another shortcut so we don’t get any of the juicy bits. Also let shouto be more complex. Feeling solemn about touya’s victims but putting that away for now because right now his desire to save his brother is greater. I feel like it’s too soon to say “I want to get to know him”. I think it would have been more impactful if it was after everything is all said and done he decided he still wanted to eat soba with touya.

You put my thoughts into words, anon. This is exactly the problem I have with the pacing of the manga these days.

As I said in the other post, it feels to me like we are just jumping from one bullet point to the next to wrap up the story. The problem isn’t even about restriction on no. of chapters or anything bc we had nearly 30+ chapters dedicated to...idk what? Top three heroes (and All Might) pacing about, wondering how Touya became Dabi when the guy broadcasted his entire life story on public television? They are just not ready to admit that one of the villains in the LoV is a direct consequence of the No. 1 hero’s actions who has done nothing so far except moping around in a hat and a trench coat.

Instead, those chapters could have been used to show us the kids and their inner turmoil—especially Shouto, Deku and Ochako—and how they are coping with the aftermath of the war. I don’t understand what is with the sudden optimistic attitude among them when the country is in shambles and the pro-hero society is fully falling apart. None of the adults have offered so much as a specious assurance to the kids yet they seem to be jumping right on the saving-villains train. Doesn’t seem like a realistic reaction, right?

Plus, we skipped right over Natsu and Fuyumi’s reactions to Touya’s reveal. Like them reminiscing over their older brother’s little quirks, likes and dislikes and wondering he still is as they used to remember. (Something like: No, Touya-nii must have changed now. We don’t even know what he has been doing for the past ten years. // No, no, I am sure he is the same! I know he is still hurting! Shouto, we have to save him somehow... surely, you agree, right?)

The story doesn’t have to continue maintaining a mystery over Dabi. The family has been given a second chance to set things right—of course, they gonna grab at it. Instead, show me their regret over Touya using his quirk with no any heed for his body, their shared worry for his one-tracked (suicidal) revenge plan and their conflicted feelings over their big bro ending up a villain and the people who fell victim to him. Especially, I needed at least one person to call out Endeavor that it’s because of him Touya ended up like this, that he has to take full responsibility (at least now) (I don’t like how to lessen the blame on their dad’s shoulders, it was thrust upon Fuyumi and Natsu as well who were mere kids at the time. They shouldn’t have to be the ones to fill the shoes of their absent parent(s).)

I am not saying I like it but realistically Shouto should be under tremendous pressure on how he is gonna deal with Touya (a close family member turned villain) from both his classmates and his teachers who have various reactions to the situation—some more worried about him than his brother, some insisting that Dabi is too far gone to be saved, others reminding him how much the League has caused harm to them and the society—say, Bakugou? Wasn’t he directly pulled into the warp gate by Dabi, held in a chokehold? I sort of expected a different reaction from him and not the hot udon bit. Idk, and yeah, this does give me the Hawks’ optimism-solves-everything vibes.

Maybe, it’s then that Shouto finds some hesitant cautious company in Deku and Ochako who secretly share his opinion on how Touya (and the others) need to be saved. In fact, had Ochako’s speech taken place when the class and the heroes were divided like this, I’d have liked it better. None of them had the chance to see the villains at their cores except for Deku who spotted the crying child inside of Shigaraki (I am not a big fan of the shortcut here instead of Deku actually trying to understand what drives him but well, whatever. I shouldn’t nitpick), Ochako who saw Toga crying over the death of her big brother and Shouto, who is the one who probably really understands where his brother (as a villain) is coming from.

That’s why Ochako’s speech could have been about the villains, reminding everyone that they too are humans with feelings and that they might be victims of circumstances (such as Touya whose direct evidence comes from Shouto and Endeavor who are right there) not a rooftop declaration to her not-crush who went for on a solo trip for whatever. After convincing the kids (and hopefully the teachers) to be on the same page, if they plotted out the villain rescue stop plan, it’d have been more interesting.

Oh, but the traitor reveal was another bullet point shoehorned in between all this, so... Or maybe the kids have made a secret plan all by themselves to act like they are gonna fight out the villains before their teachers but once they are alone with their respective villains, they would bust out their talk-no-jutsu. If this is the case, I wanna know how Deku and Shigaraki’s would go down lol

I feel like it’s too soon to say “I want to get to know him”. I think it would have been more impactful if it was after everything is all said and done he decided he still wanted to eat soba with touya.

^^This, this. The I want to get to know him line could have been Shouto’s internal thoughts (or maybe to his siblings.) But openly before his classmates? idk?

Moreover, at this point, shouldn’t he be more worried about how the talk-slash-standoff with his brother in the middle of the second war is gonna go? Last time, Touya was trying to outright commit a murder-suicide—so, then, how is planning to make his brother listen to him? Touya doesn’t know about Shouto’s change of heart (the he is me line). As far as he is concerned, Shouto and Endeavor are still working together against the League. (We, as readers, know the genre of the series—we know the villains will be saved. But Shouto shouldn’t doesn’t, right?)

As you say, the line would have been more impactful after his brother has been brought to rehabilitation and the Todofam mess sorted out. Maybe, then, he could openly visit his brother (like he used to for Rei) and then, we can have the emotional big bro-little bro bonding. (Touya confessing that he never actually hated Shouto and they never got to know each other because of their dad ;-; the two slowly figuring out they have absolutely nothing in common and laughing over it ;-; etc. etc.) All of this would be more impactful only after the impending war and its outcome.

Well, let’s see if the manga shows all this in a flashback sort of? idk. I still haven't lost faith for the Todofam storyline bc it feels like it’s been planned from long (maybe not the Endeavor retconning part) and after the recent chapter, I hope to see more of Shouto (the idiot brother line has me laughing) and his inner thoughts.

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I have an idea!

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

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

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

BUT lets forget about all those stuff for a moment.

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

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

"yo whats that on your arm??"

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

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

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

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

han seo headcanons (part one)

helloooo, thank you for sending an ask in :D

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

tw: abuse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"and is he? leaving that is?"

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

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

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

"i know. i just worry."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shit-scfandom-did]

so i have a few questions

1)i cannot understand how you ship k*ramel. their relationship was FILLED with toxicity. from mon-el failing over and over again to listen to what kara had to say to him basically telling her to give up being kara danvers. convincing her that "being supergirl and having you is enough” was absolutely horrible. karamel had their moments but overall it was toxic. then in s3 mon el was married and the whole point of season 3 was allowing them to move on. accepting the toxicity from s2 and pushing past that romanticized time. mon el was a better person by 3b but he was still married. even if mon el and imra did break up in the finale there’s no future for karamel. even during 5x13 kara went to ask on advice about lena. and when winn came to visit from the future not a word about him. she’s moved on and it just wouldn’t make sense for kara to end up with him.

2) how can you hate lena so so so much?? it’s been said over and over again that all she’s ever wanted to do is good. though she’s designed to be this morally grey character. she has FLAWS but that’s what makes her so good. she’s a victim of abuse and you can see her struggle with that especially in seasons 4 and 5. in 5 she definitely goes down a questionable path but how can you expect her not too? after being emotionally abused by her brother, betrayed by her family, andrea (this did happen before kara), and then eve. finding out that kara and EVERYONE she loves has betrayed her as well. I mean how could you not go mad?? and even when she “went mad” she was trying to rid humanity of PAIN. something she later realized was a necessary part of life. her hurt blinded her from reality and lex’s manipulation pushed her down further. she’s been hurt and broken so many times and while that’s not an excuse for what she’s done you have no sympathy for her and that I find appalling. lena has realized what she’s done is wrong, that she’s made mistakes, what she did to kara, and she will have to live with that isn’t that punishment enough? she’s apologized and is trying to make up for everything she’s done by saving the world (again). your unnecessary hate towards her infuriates me. cant you take a step back and see the whole picture?

3) why DONT you ship supercorp or accept the queerbaiting? (watch this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=C2w2GBXd_Pg) They are the core relationship of the show while the danvers sisters are the heart. they’ve gone through so so much together and practically dated in early season 2. they love each other it’s just oh so apparent. i like to believe one of the reasons lena reacted so strongly in s5 is because she was in love with kara and she couldn’t handle the person she was in love with lying to her. and kara flew around the world to get lena’s favorite food!! if that’s not romantic idk what is. I feel like you’ve developed such a clouded view of supercorp that you need to take a step back and understand what lena is the love of kara’s life.

wow what a long message. im not here to hate. im here to inform & undertand. i get it. karamel had their moments and even MY perception of them might be a little cloudy. im not going to hate you for liking them. hell I even shipped them for a little! my brother thinks 3b mon el and kara would’ve been perfect but he understands that supercorp is just where the show is leading and he wants them to be endgame. but what I will hate is your hate. what’s the point of all this? this thread, this account is going to do NOTHING. so why bother? I debated sending this and I hope I’m not too harsh at times but I really wanna see what you say. I hope you can open your eyes to lena and supercorp. maybe even become a supercorp shipper yourself!

- thanks and supercorp endgame 💙❤️

First of all, if you want to discuss ships in the future send this type of anons to facepalming-since-chernobyl, this blog is not for this, but for gathering receipts.

1.I just ship it, I don’t get why you have to understand it. It’s shipping. But if you insist:

No, it was not filled with toxicity. Count me when he failed to listen to her when they were in a relationship. Secondly, he is not a dog, he has his brain, he is his own person. People don’t always do what others asked them to do. It’s not slavery.

He has NEVER said to her to give up being Kara Danvers. How did he exactly convince her? How can you read the scene that he convinced her that being supergirl and having him is erasing Kara Danvers? In this scene he supports anything SHE WANTS to do. Also, Kara Danvers doesn’t equal Kara being a reporter in CatCo. On that moment she had her blog. She change people’s live with it like a real reporter. She took the risk and met consequences of her actions aka being fired by Snapper. Also, remind me who told her to create a blog? With your logic Lena was erasing Kara Danvers too.

Friendly reminder that he was forced to the marriage to keep peace. Also, friendly reminder Imra and the Legion out him in this situation without telling him about her plans. She and Brainiac put him there, knowing exactly how much he loved Kara and how much she meant to him. Imra knew that, that’s why she asked him to stay and solve his feelings. She said if he had come back, she would have known he had no doubts. But he wanted to stay, that’s why they broke up. He came back because once again he sacrificed himself for the greater good, like a real hero. Maybe watch the Argo eps because they clearly show that no, it was no about moving on.

It was not accepting about so called toxicity. First of all, she already forgave him that he lied. Secondly, all of she was screaming in that scene, when she was infected with M’rynn’s powers, happened before they got together and it was already approached in the musical ep. Aka, this scene had no point.

There is no future for karamel because you say so?

Kara went to asked him, because she truly believed and trusted him and his judgment. And yes, she asked about Lena and what did he said? That Kara deserved the same compassion she gives others, something Lena never gave her. And sorry, I know all scs scream the 100 ep was about sc, but it was about Kara fully realizing she is not responsible for Lena’s horrible choices. That’s it. And friendly reminder she called her a villain in the last scene. Also, the ep showed than no matter what, Lena always ends screwing something, because she has too big ego, always knows better, doesn’t stand criticism and doesn’t trust anyone.

It doesn’t make sense for you. Suit yourself.

2.Her fans made me hate her :) Thanks to them and how they excuse her every horrible action, how they treat her as a victim, while she abuse everyone etc. I started to watch her more carefully. And well, she is a horrible, white, privileged capitalist, who plays god, judge, jury, has mommy issues and acts like typical Luthor while crying she is not one, while still using Luthors money and resources.

Yeah, many people want to make good and end doing evil things. Common people pay for their sins, she has never. Since allowing hostile Daxamite army to invade the Earth (also, her portal affected the other aliens who destroyed the NC), producing a device that could recofnize aliens without their consent (and it was used by Children of Liberty,)producing and lying about Kryptonite, trying to make people superpowered without any supervision, killing Adam during illegal experiment, supporting openly alienphobic president and in a way Agent Liberty, killing Lex and then blaming Kara and finally manipulating Kara for months, lying, gaslighting, yelling, making her steal Lex journal, trying to lobotomize her and tortured with kryptonite, hurting every way possible, physically and mentally. Working with mass murderer, enslaving 3 people (kidnapping Eve, without her consent putting AI into her mind, basically RAPING her brain and making her a puppet in her own body; enslaving end experimenting on Malefic and Russel – threatening to kill him to steal Andrea’s necklace) – none of it are flaws. It was horrible abuse and violating every human right and the fact some people excuse it is disgusting.

First of all, being victim of abuse doesn’t give you the rights to HURT other people. The fact I have to explain pains me. Secondly, what abuse exactly? Lillian didn’t love her? Lex kidnapped her? Said he was going to kill her? You know what? Winn HAD HORRIBLE past and he didn’t turn into a murderer. Mon-El was abused by his mother and never tortured Kara with Kryptonite. J’onn killed a lot of white martians but last time I checked he doesn’t feel good about it. Also, never said the things he has done were GOOD. See a difference?

Yeah, and all of it, still doesn’t give her the rights to torture people. Also, friendly reminder she lied to Supergirl about Kryptonite in s3, much before the whole drama. Remember how she destroyed the life of a girl that stole boyfriend in middle school? It clearly shows she always had THAT in her. Plus, sorry not sorry, if she wanted different life, outside her family she could have easily done that. She was in Star City, with Jack, doing her researches, making her career. And she threw it all away, because she WANTED to be a Luthor.

Plus, sorry not sorry, if you feel betrayed and hurt because your friend didn’t tell you something she didn’t OWE you, you go to therapy, not trying to lobotomize entire planet.

Mate, she wanted to lobotomizer entire humanity, without ANYONE’S consent, because SHE, one single Lena, felt hurt. This is playing a GOD. Nothing explains it.

Planning a cold ass revenge for months is not being blinded by feelings.

Once again, even if could argue about how many times she was broken, most of that was a white privileged life she chose herself but whatever, it still doesn’t excuse her. All of she has done should meet consequences. Paying for shit you have done, accepting it, fully realizing what you have done is a part of redemption. Still in s5 she didn’t even apologize to Kara. Because she still didn’t understand what she has done and doesn’t feel sorry about it.

Feel appalled as much as you want, because I’m not going to feel sorry for a white, privileged woman who has never paid for her actions and is basically a living avatar of the worst Karen you can imagine.

She realized Lex was using her horrible experiments (remember? She experimented on puppies too) to his own agenda, that’s why she went to Kara. That’s not grasping a thing. Mhm, if you call that an apology then suit yourself. She is not saving the world, she is helping once again other people fixing the shit she created.

Feel infuriated as much as you want, because I don’t care? Especially when it comes from a person who tells others to take a step back while being totally narrow minded about Mon-El and karamel.

3.Because actors, prodcuers, writers call SC a female friendship. Mel did that in her last interview. See whatever you want but maybe stop forcing people to ship a horribly abusive ship.

Well… no. Kara is the heart and soul of the Supergirl. Alex is her most important relationship. Lena is an important friend, who doesn’t deserve it yet, but we all know Kara is the Paragon of Hope so of course she is going to forgive her.

I know you people think sc dated because they breathed in one room, but in s2 Kara dated, had sex, kissed, cuddled and enjoyed her time with Mon-El.

Yeah, they love each other as friends. It was said more than once.

That’s your delusion, you are free to do it.

Kara done that to Alex too, so you are saying she is romantically in love with her sister or something? If bringing people food is romantic and damn, most of the people I know loves me, god.

No, lena is not Kara’s love of her life.

Cool, you are not going to hate me because I ship karamel, I’m touched.

Sorry that you are going to be super disappointed in the end of the show I guess.

You will hate my hate – what’s the point of it?

Once again, because I don’t think you understand the point of this blog or read the description – it’s gathering receipts of assholes who cross tag and hate on the actors. Maybe go and search #gross hate or #cast hate on this blog so you can see how amazing your fandom is. Have fun.

I would rather eat my own shit than starting shipping the victim of abuse with her abuser.

Thanks and no :)