#Foot Drop Rehabilitation

[hyperfixiation-station]

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Information

A Study in Torture

TW: Blood, Gore, Torture, graphic depiction's of violence Summary: Reader was caught on a mission and has been in the clutches of the enemy for over a month...

Apprehension, Rescue, Rehabilitation

You wake up sputtering, freezing cold, and drenched in water.

“Good morning little bird. Thought you would like a bath.” Your captor stands above you, rolling you onto your back with his foot, “You are pretty filthy.” You squirm slightly, and he steps on your arm to pin you  in place.  He crouches over you, gripping your face with his hands. 

“You know how I feel about you sleeping without permission, little bird. Why’d you have to go and break that rule? Now I have to punish you.” He says sadly. He gets off of you, only to yank you up by the collar wrapped around your throat and let go. You teeter, vision swimming as your broken body tries to compensate for the change in position. 

The room you are led to is mostly bare, with just a tub of water in the center. Your heart sinks, fear pooling your belly. You’ve been here long enough to know that water is your least favorite method of punishment. When you first were brought here, the goal was to extract information from you, but now it seems more like your captor gets off on you being in pain. 

“You know how much I love water Little Bird.” He laughs, dragging you forward. 

“Kneel.” He murmurs, standing you in front of the tub.

 You drop to your knees without hesitation. 

“Aw you can learn something. I’m so proud.” The man says happily, petting your  hair. Despite yourself, you preen under the praise.

“Unfortunately, you did break rules this morning, soooo.” He grabs your hair, twisting so it's balled up in his hand, “Deep breath little bird.” He shoves your head under, digging his knee into your back to hold you in place.

 For the first minute you sit still, waiting, but as the seconds tick by with you not being allowed up, as your lungs begin to burn and scream for air, panic sets in and you try to fight your way up. 

He lets go, allowing you up. You sucks in ragged breaths, coughing and vomiting up water as your body shakes. He gives you another second before grabbing your shoulders and forcing you back down. He does this again and again and again, until you are a shivering, pathetic mess. 

He cups your cheek, running a hand through your hair. “It doesn't have to be like this little bird. All you have to do is listen to me. It’s really not that hard.” 

You shiver violently, staring at the ground, still kneeling in front of the basin. The man frowns, yanking your head up.

“Look at me when I am talking to you.” He snarls, “God, why are you so stubborn? I don’t want to do this, but you just. Won’t. Listen.” He wraps the chain attached to the collar on your neck around his hand and pulls, yanking you up. 

You let out a startled yelp, vision going black as your body screams for you to rest.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. The man growls, yanking you toward him and slamming your face into the wall. “You will address me by Sir.” He screams at you, “Is that really so hard? It's three little letters you stupid, worthless slut.” 

You sink to the floor, sobbing. Blood runs down your face, getting in your eyes, in your nose, in your mouth. Your head throbs, your lungs burn, and your ears ring, but you can still hear him screaming at you over the sound. “Say it.” He screams, each word sending spikes of pain through your skull, “Say you are a stupid, worthless slut.” You won’t. You may have lost every scrap of dignity, may kneel at his feet like a dog, but he had not broken you so completely that you would desecrate herself like that. 

“You. Fucking. Worthless. Whore.” He snarls, foot connecting with your body with each word, “It's no wonder no one has come to save you. No one wants a disobedient bitch. You won’t tell me what I want to know, and now you won’t even listen to me. I saved you from death and this is how you repay me?” You shriek in pain as he brings his heel down on your wrist, shattering it. He kicks you again and again and again, bones crunching, skin breaking, the sheer agony of it dragging you into the blessed depths of unconsciousness. 

The video ends there, your body so bloody and broken it's almost unrecognizable. The conference room is completely silent, save for the dry heaves coming from Gaz’s direction. 

“We have their location Captain.”

LMK what you think and if you want a part 2

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Man discovered fire.

Women discovered how to play with it.

Jonathan Crane x psycho!reader PART ONE

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You met at Arkham when you were a patient and he was your doctor. There was something so sweet about him. His seemingly unblemished soul made your mouth water. Every time he fixed his crooked glasses a blackened part of your heart fluttered.

When he visited you for your weekly sessions you enjoyed toying with him. You were often stuck in your straight jacket but it didn’t mean you couldn’t use your foot to run up and down his trouser leg.

“Miss Y/n, I feel that our—what are you doing?” He stumbled over his words when your foot began to gently press against his growing bulge.

“Doctor Crane, I didn’t realise interviewing sicko’s got you this excited.”

He grasped your foot and threw it back down. You sickeningly giggled at his display of force, believing you were slowly uncovering something more to the innocent doctor.

“I’m boreddddd.” You whined. “I don’t want to be here anymore.” You kicked your feet in a tantrum.

He fixed his glasses. “You believe you have been rehabilitated?”

You fixed yourself so you were now sat criss cross. You leaned towards him. “What do you think doc?”

“I think you killed 39 people.” His voice dropped to an enticing whisper.

“No.” Your voice lost it’s teasing lilt.

“I’m sorry?”

“I killed men. Not people.”

After an intense stare, he broke it to gather up his papers and his briefcase. You leaned back feeling your heart race. You hadn’t felt this rush of adrenaline in a while as even killing had lost its excitement after a while. This was a new feeling, and you were addicted.

“I’m bored. Play with me.” You shot him a flirty smile.

He stopped on his exit out and turned to face you. His eyes raked up and down your body.

“Not yet.”

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PART TWO

Here's the post I promised to celebrate my 100 followers! it's kinda late but I'm loving it! Also there will be multiple parts to this!

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[yandere-daydreams]

Feel free to ignore this! I'm just v sleep deprived and having brain rot inspired by some things I saw in ur writing and thought it may be up ur alley. Also this brainrot thingy is mainly aimed at readers who have the ability to get pregnant so if that don't sit right with you feel free to ignore it or change aspects of it!

Hear me out right. A mix of the sex doll au and hybrid au (either fox or husky) for childe. But like in the doll au how he replaces components as a form of trying to live out the dad fantasy? Yeah that but in the hybrid au. Like reader is trying to rehabilitate this poor little baby fox kit/husky puppy that's really sickly and was abandoned. Childe basically looks at the reader playing nurse/mommy for this poor thing almost 24/7 (his attention is being deprived lol) and goes "oh yeah that little one is ours duh". He starts exhibiting protective dad behavior while simultaneously being like "look at how good of a job I can do".

Follow up to that the pup/kit either gets better and can be handed off to another conservationist who has other young hybrids and would do a better job at caring for them in a group environment with other hybrid kiddos so there's less of a risk of em becoming too domesticated. And reader is supper bummed out about it for a while bc all their attention was zoned in on this one really precious little one and now they've moved onto bigger pastures 🥲. Meanwhile childe sees this and is like "oh now I can both console my mate in their grief, I've proven I'm a capable partner, I can totally help them make new little ones!"

Take all of that inspo/brainstorming as u will. Also if you consider people submitting ideas as commissions I apologize for misunderstanding! Did not intend to overstep 🙇‍♀️

tw - implied violence, child neglect/abandonment, and obsessive behavior.

fjdkljdfksdj i think this would probably be more plausible with husky!childe, but something about this scenario with fox!childe is just,,,

it'd just be so sweet to watch him dote over the tiny, terrified kit one of your friends found shivering in a snowbank. you really aren't qualified to take care of such a young hybrid, but while you scramble to get a hold of a more experienced volunteer, childe picks up the slack. despite being old enough to walk, the poor thing barely leaves his arms. he handles their near-hourly feedings, modifies the ill-fitting clothes you pull out of storage to accommodate their tail and hind legs, even lets them crawl between you and him at night and violate his cardinal rule (no one else gets to so much as touch your bed except for him - an unspoken law that's resulted in more than a few bitten hands and bleeding guests). he does his best to put a dent in their never-ending energy, and when it's time for you to take over, he's never more than a few feet away, wagging his tail as you take the kit's temperature and try to convince them to swallow a few drops of medicine. and, when you finally contact a volunteer with a small shelter and a pack of orphaned kits, childe seems as happy as you are, rubbing his cheek against theirs as he tells them that they'll be home soon enough. it's sweet, even if fox-hybrid dynamics are, admittedly, a little lost on you. honestly, you're just relieved you'll be able to sleep through the night again.

at least, you're relieved until you get back from work the next day, until you find your door unlocked and your apartment wrecked, furniture overturned and rust-colored stains soaked into your carpeting. you find childe on the foot of your bed, bouncing a crying kit in his lap and gushing them quietly, but he doesn't look concerned. if anything, his posture is slack, the smile written across his face nothing short of ecstatic. he looks calm. he looks happy.

he looks like someone who only just found his way home.

[boldlyvoid]

prompt: reader (or another character) taking care of spencer during a depressive episode

Home is where ever I'm with you

tw: depressive episode, Spencer going non-verbal/one-worded when he needs to speak, mentions of spencers anxiety/depression, his past trauma with maeve, case talk, food mention

wc: 1.8k

Morgan drives him home and walks him up the stairs to his apartment, “can I have your keys?” He asks, reid just nods and hands them to him. 

He unlocks Spencer’s apartment and turns on the lights, waking up Spencer’s girlfriend who’s sleeping on the couch. “Hey…” she rubs her eyes, thinking it’s just Spencer. He didn’t know she was over, she came over when he said he was on his way home, and she failed to wait up for him. 

“Hi?” Derek answers, “who are you?” 

“I’m—

“Y/N,” Spencer finally speaks, he’s been nonverbal since the case ended. It was a bad case. He got a little hurt. All he wanted was to see her and it’s like she knew that. 

“Oh,” Derek knows this is the person Spencer’s been talking to for a while now, he remembers all the times he caught Spencer staring at his phone with a smile. This was his new love. 

He drops his bag on the ground and rushes over to her, burying his face in her neck and holding her impossibly close. She wraps her arms around him, “I’m here, I’ve got you, baby.” 

“Thank you,” Derek shoots her a smile, backing up towards the door. “Have him text me later when he’s feeling better?” 

“Will do, thank you, Derek,” she shoots him a smile, knowing him from all Spencers stories. She gives him a little wave as he closes the apartment door, and then they’re alone. “Do you want to eat, have a shower or go to bed?” 

“Shower,” he whispers, pulling back he looks at her with such sad eyes. “I’m tired.” 

“So we’ll get in the bath,” she whispers, cupping his face in her hands. “I’ve got you.” 

She gets him into the bathroom, helps him strip down and she puts a towel over the closed toilet seat. He takes a seat while she runs the bath water, he has the coolest bathtub. His apartment is so old yet a lot of it is newly renovated, his tub is one of those old claw-foot tubs, it’s pretty big and they’ve fit in it together before. 

She reaches into the cupboard under his sink and gets the pail she uses to wash his hair when he’s sitting down in the tub. This isn’t the first time she’s done this, it won’t be the last either. The first time she had to take care of him, he felt so awful, he felt like a kid… but from what she’s heard about his childhood, even as a kid, he didn’t have someone to take care of him like this. 

She helps him into the tub, she sits on a little stool outside the tub for a moment and then he looks at her with pleading eyes, he wants her to get in too. So she carefully strips and gets into the water right behind him, letting him rest against her chest. She has a washcloth and she covers it in soap, she runs it along his chest and his shoulders, washing the case off him. She kisses his head and right behind his ear, “You can talk to me whenever you’re ready…” 

He hums, he knows. He’s just unable to get any words out yet. That’s completely okay. It must’ve been really bad. The last time that this happened, he had to kill someone. That’s the worst part about the job. He hates it. He firmly believes that no matter what someone did, they don’t deserve to die. People can be rehabilitated, they may not be able to change, but you can learn more from a killer when they’re alive than when they’re dead. More people get saved with their prison interviews. 

“Scoot forward,” she requests and he does. She gets the pail and fills it with water, “tilt your head back for me?” 

He listens again, letting her run the water over his hair so she could wash it for him. He reaches out for the shampoo and hands it back to her, she lathers it up in her hands and starts to run it through his hair. It lathers up… fine but his hair was greasy, she knows if she washes it out and does it again, it’ll actually work this time. So she rinses it out, reapplies the shampoo and watches it bubble up a lot more. He leans his head back even more, clearly enjoying the way she’s managing his scalp. She keeps going just so he can feel some semblance of peace today. He deserved it. 

When she does rinse it out again, he sighs, “Thank you.” 

“You know I’d do anything for you, Spence,” she whispers before pressing a kiss to his shoulder. 

“Nothing happened,” he whispers back. “I’m just low… I think I need to go back on my meds.” 

“We can call and make an appointment with your psychiatrist in the morning,” she suggests. “Is it just depression or is there also anxiety?” 

“Both,” he says with a nod. “I listened to my meditations on the way home but it’s still bad.” 

“Do you want me to order you that good salmon rice bowl and get you some more magnesium supplements?” 

“Would you mind?” He worries. 

She leans over his shoulder and turns his face to the side. “Spence, I’m never going to mind.” 

“Thank you,” he says with tears in his eyes. 

She simply kisses him, “Do you want to get out?

He nods moving away from her so she can get out of the tub first. She’s quick to dry herself and then hold open a towel to wrap around him once he stands up. She picks up her clothes from the floor so he can step out and not get them wet. “I’m going to the bedroom, I’ll see you in there?” 

“Okay,” he agrees, taking a moment to brush his hair in the mirror. 

She sets out his favourite comfy clothes and gets into a pair of her pjs that stay in his room for times like these. She changes first and then heads back out to the living room to get her phone so she can order them some food. It’s not too late, so it’ll be no problem getting a delivery. When she makes her way back into the bedroom, Spencer has all the lights out except his little fairy lights, he’s changed into the outfit she picked out for him and getting into bed. She smiles at him, “Comfy?” 

He nods, “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, love,” she says again, never tiring of all his appreciation. She hops into bed with him. “The food will be here in half an hour… did you want to watch something or read? Maybe listen to some music?” 

He sighs, thinking it over. “You can pick the show. I just want to sit with you.” 

“Okay,” she understands that. “I love you, you know?” 

He nods, smiling building, “I know… I love you.” 

She leans over and shares a kiss with him, she cups his cheek and runs her thumb over his prickly facial hair. When she pulls back, she keeps rubbing his cheek with her thumb, “You’re okay, you’re safe, I’m not going anywhere.” 

Those are 3 things she knows his anxiety and likes to tell him lies about. His brain convinces him she won’t stay if he’s ‘hard to take care of.’ His brain makes him think that he’s constantly fighting for his life… the adrenaline in his body is too strong, so a simple “you’re okay” or “you’re safe” can change his whole mindset. She’s sat in with him at therapy, she’s learned all the things that set him off and what makes him comfortable, and she’d do anything to make sure that he stays safe. That he stays alive and with her. Even if one day he decided he didn’t love her anymore, there’s nothing she wants more than for him to keep living. 

He snuggles into her side, she opens up his laptop and heads right to Netflix, resuming where they were in Grey’s Anatomy the last time she was over. Sure, this shows intense, but the plot is fun to follow, he can tell her what medical facts aren’t true and even try to guess the endings. He loves how she’s already seen it all yet she won’t ever tell him if he’s correct with his guesses… but he’s good at his job, he can tell when she’s trying to pretend he isn’t right. It’s fun for them. 

And then their food arrives, they both head out to the kitchen to put it on plates, get real silverware and put their drinks in a glass with ice. They put the laptop on the tiny kitchen table, sit side by side and eat in silence while their show is on. She watches him eat the whole plate, she sees the colour return in his cheeks and his eyes start to get heavy when the carb dump starts to rush through his veins. He’s tired. But she makes him stay up another hour so the food can digest before they head back into the bedroom. 

“Can you text Derek,” she suggests, handing him his phone. “Tell him you’re doing better and thank him for the ride home.” 

“Okay,” he takes the phone from her and does just that. “Derek says thank you for taking care of me.” 

“It’s my pleasure… maybe we can go out for lunch with him this weekend?” She suggests. 

He nods, “Yeah… if I’m feeling better.” 

“Of course,” she would never rush him. “I’d like to meet everyone at some point.” 

“I like that you don’t know them,” he admits. “Then you can’t get hurt.” 

There’s another anxious thought. 

“I’m not going to get hurt,” she assures him. She wraps her arms around him and looks up into his eyes, “I promise, I’m not going anywhere. I will kill someone with my bare hands to come home to you.” 

He manages to smile a bit, “Me too… maybe we could live together? For real?” 

She lights right up, “Yeah, yeah I would love that. I mean, maybe not here… this place is already crowded when I visit, but we could start looking for a new apartment together?” 

“I’d like that. I’d like to start something fresh and new with you. I think we deserve a happy little place just for us,” he explains, its the most he’s said tonight. He must be feeling better. “I love being with you. I wish you were here all the time.” 

“Me too, Spence, that’s why I ran over here tonight,” she shares. “I felt like you’d need some us time.” 

“You’re too good to me,” he wraps her up in his arms. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

“Me either.”  

[scary-lasagna]

Hello, I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if it was okay if to request LJ, Bloody Painter, and Hoodie (separately) with a siren reader? Reader, in her human form, is slightly stronger, durable, and faster. However, in their siren form (which happens when they get submerged underwater) they have the typical powers of a siren, but they also have limit consciousness. What I mean by that is that they are a lot more feral in this form, and doesn’t really recognize anyone in that form, but like, around their partners, they’d sort of feel familiar to them, so reader in their siren form won’t attack them or anything. Hope this makes sense!

In my AU sirens can also transform into bird-like creatures! They have power over the sea and the air :] I decided to implement that as well.

Laughing Jack

Jack, as you know, runs an old, worn-down circus.

There are no more acts of beasts, or rare animals from the human realm, but more so of a retirement place for the creatures.

He basically bought you off of the black market, watching the algae float around the the cramped tank they kept you in.

There was no way he'd be able to sleep at night, knowing he could prevent another lonely night for you.

You got a lovely spot next to Snowflake, his prized albino Tiger, which Jack thought was so funny, because of the cat and fish dynamic.

But after research and asking around after taking care of you for a month, he concluded to take you out of the water.

He enjoyed that month of bonding and feeding you, and even reading you stories whenever you seemed bored with any enrichment toys and food he gave you. He wondered if you would even remember him.

But you did, and you thanked him profusely for rescuing you, even if he had no idea how much it cost or energy it took to rehabilitate a siren-like yourself.

And Jack was always willing to learn whatever you told him, even bringing up stories from your culture about how the sea will reach toward the moon in an attempt to reach its lover that flew too high.

And it took am embarrassingly long amount of time to realize that Jack's feathers were fake, simply a silly decoration he enjoyed.

But over time, you two grew close, and now you have a rather large tank full of a small reef and a complete array of fish to keep you happy whenever you decide to dip your toes.

Helen

Oh, Helen is just head over heels for you.

He thinks you're the most beautiful muse he's ever come across, and every time you step foot in the water you two fall in love all over again.

You actually almost killed him the first time you met. Both of you thought you were alone, and quickly realized the presence of the other.

He managed to squeeze you into his painting of the sunset, but before leaving, he gathered seashells into the tide.

You almost bit his arm off, and ended up getting a face full of oil paint. It tasted lovely, as you can imagine, (it tasted like you gulped down an oil spill).

As while busy gagging and attempting to wash your mouth out, and drink the sea water, which would make even the best of sirens sea-sick, Helen took charge and dragged you out of the water to help you.

And you hit it off since, and many of his paints of you have gained quite the popularity.

Brian

Not gonna lie, he thinks you are pretty terrifying.

The first time you went to the beach, Brian expected something like Ariel, or even the mermaids from Pirates of the Caribbean.

He was not expecting your true form in the slightest.

Your jaw unhinged and ripped your cheeks clean in half to reveal not one, but multiple rows of sharp teeth.

And he's seen many things and creatures in his career as a proxy, but a siren had not been one of them. Slender had mentioned staying away from them, especially as humans, you can be lured whenever they decide to be bored of you, and then drag you to the sea floor.

Or maybe they'll grab you up in their talons leading to sculpted human legs and drop you in a vat of bubbling acid.

Whatever the case was, it seemed as if it went into one ear and out with other with Brian, because he fell in love.

But damn, in the water you were hella creepy. And of course, you thought it was a game to scare this familiar stranger shitless since he seemed so keen on staying around you.

He managed to lure you out from the water with a little jar of "siren-bait" from one of the seaside shops. It didn't work as expected, but you really just wanted to see if it contained any edible food.

But he liked pruning your wings and picking off the casing of new feathers whenever they came in, and if he wasn't feeling too tired, he would give you a small massage to your shoulders after holding up your wings for so long.

[weebsinstash]

Ya know, I've made posts about the yandere Batfamily before, and I've been thinking lately about one person in particular, and I think I've decided that Alfred is probably the most dangerous and formidable person in that entire house and have been brainstorming what a formidable platonic yandere guardian sorta figure he would be

For one, he's the man that canonically kept THE Batman from going over the edge, basically THE sole reason Bruce Wayne grew into the man he is. Literally, in alternate universes where Bruce never had Alfred, he literally 9 times out of 10 becomes a murdering sociopath. Alfred doesn't just have intelligence, he has EMOTIONAL intelligence

We're talking about the tenured elderly man who is former MI6 and doesn't give a fuck about murder, has killed, and will kill again. Bruce finds someone attacking you, he'll beat them up and cart them off to jail to be arrested and rehabilitated. Alfred will pull a pistol on a robber and shoot him dead before he allows you to get even a single scratch on you, just puts the guy down, "oh dear, I suppose I'll be late making dinner tonight, it seems I'll have to give testimony to Mr Gordon again"

I've seen fics where the sidekicks kidnap Reader or disable them for Bruce's sake, but don't you think Bruce himself would cross that line for Alfred? This man cooks, cleans, does everything for him, is practically a second father and his greatest friend, really kind of RAISED HIM. I just picture Alfred getting attached to Reader like you're practically his grandchild and then you return to your normal life, move out after staying them for a period of time or whatever, and Bruce can tell Alfred is... out of sorts, a little sad frown on his old withered face as he absent-mindedly sweeps the same corner of the same room for an hour, sighing, thinking about how he wanted to teach you all sorts of things, but, you're just gone now. Siiiiiiiiigh. And Bruce can't stand seeing Alfred like, actually depressed, even making mistakes he doesn't usually make, dropping things, lacking his usual playful sarcastic wit, just kind of a shell of his former self. You don't think you'd be getting an extra super special Uber ride in the Batmobile from the Dark Knight himself after that?

But I also think Alfred would be capable of really putting his foot down. He once told a disrespectful Damian he should be thankful Alfred wasn't his father in a very "because I'd actually discipline you" coded sort of way, and, say Reader grew up without a dad, or any parents and maybe has some traumas and potential behavioral issues from that. I could see Alfred being the kindest, sweetest, most patient grandpa, teaching you how to bake, keeping you company in the library, teaching you all kinds of things, and then the second you do things like start getting drunk, acting out, THROWING things, then he's putting his foot down, "now you listen HERE! Your behavior is absolutely unacceptable and you will not be allowed to degrade yourself within the walls of this home!" and manages to simultaneously scold you without putting you down, leaving you in ashamed embarrassed tears over your behavior that you're standing there crying, and he pulls you to take a seat in a nice chair and starts combing your hair and telling you he just wants best for you while you're bawling for his forgiveness, and he tells you he's already forgiven you and that he can run you a nice bath before bed

I can see a captive Reader scenario where you manage to break out of the house while everyone else is gone and you think, oh, you're home free! Batman and everyone else is busy! Lost in your own hubris as if Alfred doesn't have perfect knowledge of everything in the Batcave including the equipment and vehicles. You're in an alley cornered by a bunch of drunks who just want to beat the shit out of someone and suddenly, is that Batman? Wait, the costume is different, and the height, and, the body shape, and, and, and it doesn't even matter because Alfred can still lay all of them flat, blood on his knuckles as he wearily regards you, "you're not going to make a tired old man have to carry you to the car, are you?" and after what you just saw, you know better than to put up resistance

But like I can't get over the idea of, Reader staying at the Wayne residence for a limited period of time, you're injured and Bruce is offering you safe harbor, you're being targeted by a specific criminal group and need protection until the thugs are caught, something along those lines, and, one day, when everything is better, you just. Leave unexpectedly. They had already offered you a permanant place in the house but you still seem to be falling into a depression until one day you're straight up gone, only leaving a note that Alfred is the one to find, only 3 word, "Thank you. Sorry." and hr suddenly??? Can't think straight??? You're gone??? Why??? Why didn't you tell them?? Are you hurt?? Did they do something wrong??? How is he supposed to know if you're sad or if you're hungry or if you're in DANGER if he doesn't know where you are and what you're doing at all possible hours?

Just visualizing the idea of Bruce coming home one day and you're suddenly in the house again and you're seeming very much distressed but Alfred is looking fit as a fiddle again and it is very extremely incredibly obvious to Bruce that Alfred straight up brought you back against your will. But. He doesn't care because he agrees with Alfred that OBVIOUSLY since you're a member of the FAMILY NOW that OF COURSE you have to stay in the house

Can you imagine yandere Alfred but Bruce and everyone else is just, totally normal and just hardcore mega coping with Alfred's sudden change in behavior and occasional questionable actions. One day Alfred is dusting and without turning around, "Master Bruce, would you care to fetch my granddaughter for me while i finish this room?" and Bruce is just like "granddaughter????" And Alfred looks to him like he just said something BEYOND stupid, "Yes, my granddaughter, about ye high, awfully broody much like yourself, currently housed in the spare second floor bedroom at the end of the hall on the right? You act as if she didnt help bake that casserole you and the boys absolutely devoured last night"

Nightwing going down into the Batcave for like actual mission stuff and Alfred is already using the Batcomputer to monitor all your online internet use. What's that, some young man is trying to slide into your DMs? O-oh no, there was, uh, suddenly a glitch and he received a threatening message with no traceable source that told him to stay the bloody hell away from you! Whoops!

You're just his captive little grandchild who he helps teach recipes to and teaching you anything you're curious about. You make an offhanded comment one day that you would've loved to learn to play piano "but I'm too old now/it's too late now/I probably wouldn't be any good at it" and later on, after Alfred has brought you back after trying to live alone again (you being drugged if need be), and when you wake up he's all smiles, telling you about all the new structure he's about to introduce to your life, and, of course, you have to pick a day of the week for your new (now mandatory) piano lessons :) on Mondays you'll go for walks and have tea in the garden, Tuesdays you'll read in the library, on Wednesdays you'll learn piano, on Thursday he'll teach you a new recipe every week, Friday--- this old man is gonna force you to be productive and happy is all I'm gonna say

[callmearcturus]

just some things i love about the XMAU triumvirate

RAVEN

she is literally The Reason the timeline is different and she is the fulcrum of the changes and is the most important person, i'm not remotely kidding

I really really hate the trope of "smart, level-headed female character who is too good for these dumb men" but Raven's arc from the first movie to the fourth actually justifies it. she starts off lost and stuck in Charles' shadow in XMFC, is emotional and confused and angry and alone in DOFP, is a free agent and a very very reluctant hero in XMA, and by the time she reached DP she's so fucking wise and mature, it's actually CHARACTER PROGRESSION

she did need a push at the start, and when someone helps her grow emotionally, she actually repays that by returning the favor. Erik gave her a way to live without Charles and helped her learn pride in herself, and in return she's the one to be Erik's better angel in XMA after Charles royally screws that shit up. even just the invocation of her is the thing that wakes Erik up from his rage spiral in DP.

likewise, she is the one who over and over and over again voices the Charles You Fuck-Up chorus against Charles. in XMA she calls him tf out for his rose-colored glasses because she's out in the thick of it, she's the boots on the ground where he is not. in DP, she drags his ass for his respectability politics and ego-stroking, and she's fucking right.

taking a character who literally had to hide their identity for most of her life and then making her a literal hero-- all of the younger mutants look up to her, her appearance on TV changed everyone's lives, Ororo literally brings her up the second anyone glances at her painting of Raven. and the clear discomfort Raven feels about that, having tripped into being... kind of what she herself needed growing up, and her complicated feelings about it.

SHE IS LITERALLY THE PERSON CHARLES THINKS HE IS. she is a symbol of the worth of mutants, she is the foot soldier who rescues people in danger and brings them to safety, and when someone is off the deep end and NEEDS to hear the right thing, Charles fucks it up EVERY TIME but Raven doesn't.

she's vulnerable she's a bitch she's a diplomat she's a smuggler she's serving cunt she's got a bigger dick than you she's the ultimate girldad

her makeup and prosthetics in DP are genuinely beautiful, they finally figured out a solution for JLaw's apparently allergy to most techniques and she looks so cool

Ranking Amongst Jean Grey's Dads: Best Dad. Tough love, turns a blind eye when you're doing shots and having a party, probably drives a motorcycle, turned Ororo queer. Will show up to bail you out of jail if you get a trouble but will only ground you for a week.

ERIK

might be the greatest character of all time? he's really high up there, y'all.

lets just lay it out: he's a Jewish holocaust survivor who speaks at least four languages and works as a nazi hunter and is the reason the bullet curved (he was trying to save Kennedy actually). his Magical Girl Power-Up Sequence is tearing Auschwitz apart with his powers, he can control the magnetic fields on the entire planet, he floats in a Sad Snowglobe Of Magnetic Angst. he also becomes a foundry worker with ginger scruff and flannel shirts who sings polish lullabies to his daughter. he also is called in to talk to invading American soldiers and basically tell them Come Back With A Warrant and is savvy enough to avoid letting said soldiers get hurt on his land bc he knows the political ramifications. all of that is FACTUAL.

The first time we hear him speak English, his voice drops into that chasm-deep baritone and I literally went "oh no"

This Bitch Rehabilitated Himself. We joke about how Magneto Was Right but the reality is more complicated. He is certainly more right than Charles, but the gap in his ideology is intersectionality, which is wild given his origin story is Gddamn Nazi Hunter and when he decides to quit The Revolution, he becomes a laborer. All of the elements of his past, warrior to lab rat to revolutionary to dad to laborer, they all synthesize into what he finally becomes. He's a leader who is just as comfortable citing legal precedent and playing spymaster as he is constructing houses.

Punct: "Arc, do you just have a thing for public servants?" Me: "Shut the fuck up. Yes. Shut up."

The sheer physicality of how he uses his powers, how when he is tearing the planet apart, he is serene and calm and when he's in one-on-one combat he's physical and full of motion and feels like he's been doing this for his entire life.

Look: the fight on the train in DP is hot as hell. also it works as an encapsulation of his morals. when threatened, he is ruthless and efficient and brutal. when he's the last man standing between Jean and the villain, he seals the way behind him and prepares to die with a smile and a quip. Erik decides what needs to be done and does it, and if its a thankless, inglorious death, he's ready for it.

The entire dynamic of Raven and Erik. The respect, the love, the fact they definitely fucked and that's behind them but it was important to them both. In DOFP, Erik tries to kill Raven to save the timeline, and the moment her death isn't needed, he goes to her like "Yep, I did that because I thought it was right. Now its not. Here's a bunch of information you need to know." AND IT'S THAT FUCKING SIMPLE. The way Raven views Erik as almost a known quantity, someone reliable and predictable, the trust and understanding they have, SLAYS ME.

HE IS THE ONE WHO HAS TO REHABILITATE CHARLES XAVIER. In the end, it's Charles who has fucked up his life so thoroughly that he needs love and guidance to find his way again, and it's Erik who shows up and is determined he will take Charles home and accepts the responsibility of that decision.

Ranking Amongst Jean Grey's Dads: Second Best Dad, and that's including the time he lowkey tried to murder her. He's STILL second best dad. He's like the dad who didn't get custody in the divorce but when something Bad happens, the kids go to him because they trust him to help them. He can and will help you bury the bodies. He's also easier to be emotional with bc if you get angry, he's ready for it, unlike your Other Dad. And if you need to cry, he'll let you cry on him without asking you over and over "are you alright darling, do need anything, you know if you wanted to speak to a therapist i know seventeen of them" like your Other Dad, no Erik's just like "okay?" and doesn't make it a federal fucking issue. also raven probably has a motorcycle but erik definitely has a motorcycle.

Charles Fucking Xavier

the fakest bitch in the world, the self-loathing king, the addict who can't stop hurting himself, the martyr of martyrs. MCAVOY DID NOT NEED TO BRING THIS MUCH GAME TO THIS ROLE AND YET HE DID.

what makes the XMAU timeline so good is that they somewhere decided "actually, Charles is a liar" and he's not kind of a liar, he's THE liar, and it all pays off in Dark Phoenix when his carefully constructed world comes crashing down around his head.

He never understood how much he loved and needed Raven until she was gone. When she's gone and he finally recognizes who she is, sees her as more than his ward, it's the moment he most needed her. Charles is, at his core, even more than the blunt force metaphor of DOFP, an addict. He needs people to temper him and to tell him no. Left with Hank (basically living which his drug dealer and enabler), he becomes a bitter, fucked up mess who has lost all the joy in his life. He goes from the guy who is SO EXCITED TO SEE NEW MUTATIONS to calling Peter "a pain in the arse," he's just SO cold and lost and bitter and it colors everything about him.

Erik and Raven had this thing he wants, this certainty and understanding of who they each are. When he finally becomes The Professor in XMA, it feels like a pure performance. He can't drink and drug himself to death in the new world Raven has created, so he is going to be the Professor and he has all these little habits and bits of patter that feel constructed to create this shell for him to fill out and become.

AND THIS PRETTY MUCH IS CONFIRMED IN DP because Charles can't do it Erik's way and can't do it Raven's way, so he needs to win in his way, this perfect PR performance of Professor Charles Xavier who can fill your mind with "Help is on the way" at any moment. He will make the world love them because he doesn't know how to handle any alternative. But its the same knife's edge he's been balanced on since the beach in Cuba, the same edge he's been balancing on since Raven was on TV pointing a gun at Trask, the same edge he falls off in DP when he loses Raven, loses Jean, and just like that, the entire world decides to put him and the people he loves into camps. It was ALWAYS right under his feet, and his tightrope walk was always doomed to fail because to keep it going, he would have to sacrifice anyone and everyone who couldn't keep up the same facade he does.

Because Charles is angry. My gd, he is angry. YOU WANT WHAT I HAVE? YOU WANT TO FEEL WHAT I FEEL?!

He lost Raven and blows up at Erik to try to blame him only to get told tf off for abandoning everyone he was meant to care for. He lost Erik because Erik would not become the right kind of charismatic leader and he left Erik in prison for a fucking decade. He lost Raven again for ignoring the realities outside of Westchester, ignoring vicious violent injustices. He lost Erik again because his secondary mutation is the ability to say the wrong thing at the right time. He lost Erik again when he became such a fake-bitch that Erik moved to a remote island just to get away from TV news and magazines lmao. And he lost Jean because he's a liar, even if he's a liar for love. ALL OF HIS CAREFUL PLANS AND NARRATIVES FAIL IN THE END. THEY RENAMED THE SCHOOL AND SENT HIM OUT ON A LONG SABBATICAL TO FIGURE HIS SHIT OUT.

but i love him. he's a complete fuck-up who needs to have people around him to stop him, but I love him because he's wanted to be a dad when he was 12 years old, he finally learns how to say he was wrong, he sits at Jean's bedside and comforts her when she's scared, he non-consensually overwrote jean's memory. he did it to cut out the fact her father hated her and blamed her for her mother's death. he believes in Jean and trusts her in a way only Raven and Scott do in the end. Jean puts him through one of the most grotesque, de-humanizing things imaginable and he still immediately offers himself up to her to look into his heart and trusts her, still trusts her when he should not

he's a fuck-up and loses everything for what is without a doubt his mistakes. and he lives through it. so he has to keep going. and Erik's going to help him.

he once (falsely) accused Erik of taking Raven and abandoning him. in the end, Erik shows up and refuses to leave him. because Charles is a fuckup but the love is there and will always be there. Because I think Charles is only able to hurt people so much because he loves them so much. Anger is just love left out and gone to vinegar.

Ranking Amongst Jean Grey's Dads: Third Best, Second Worst Dad. Gd, he sucks so much. He got Raven killed, he lucked out of not getting Jean killed, he gets kicked out of his own fucking school, even Hank the guy who was his live-in drug dealer for years calls him to the mat. Still better than John Grey, who decided his eight year old child was a murderer and handed him off to a rich stranger and never looked back. Fuck that guy.

anyway you reached the end so i'm here to tell you that the best XMAU movie is DOFP. then Dark Phoenix. then XMFC. then Apocalypse. yes, I'm serious.

[teamplasmaofficial]

The Plasma Grunt grips her uniform tightly, sweat already building on her forehead. Just minutes before she was in the pokémon rehabilitation centre, preparing liberated pokemon to be released, when her supervisor broke the news.

"Sam, Lord Ghetsis requires your company. Report to his office immedietly,"

And now here she is, wondering down the mostly barren halls, the sound of her well polished boots clacking against the floor being the only sound.

The door to his office was surprisingly unguarded (especially since there is a concerningly large dent in the centre of it), she reaches forward to knock-

A gentle hand suddenly grasped her wrist, evoking a terrified gasp. She slaps her other hand over her mouth, muffling the sound. Only inches from her face, silent, silver eyes judging each curve of her face.

‘They must be a Shadow,’ she thinks to herself, uncertain if she could break the surprisingly gentle grip on her wrist if she tried. She’d never seen them in person, but heard from the higher ups that they were Lord Ghetsis’ personal servants, capable of anything and everything he commanded of them.

As soon as they had appeared, the Shadow was gone. “Lord Ghetsis will see you now,” a quiet, disembodied voice whispered from behind her, and the door gently swings open.

That’s when she starts to worry.

Only 17, Sam had dropped out of school a month prior to fully dedicate herself to freeing poor, abused pokémon alongside Team Plasma. She spends most of her time tending to the liberated pokémon, though yesterday morning she’d received a scolding from her supervisor. In her month as a part of the infamous team, she was yet to liberate a single pokémon.

Was she going to be fired? Can you fire someone if they aren’t being paid? Her time with Team Plasma is completely voluntary, so why were they mad? Why did it concern Ghetsis?

“Come in,” a deep, booming voice demanded, the tone of authority causing her to jump slightly. She did as she was told, slowly making her way into the ornate office, until she stood in the centre of it, before the mighty cedar wood desk.

She’d seen her leader before, obviously. He often preached in towns across the region, it was one of his speeches which convinced her to join Team Plasma to begin with. But this, it was different. He sat upon a chair so delicate it could be considered a throne, his golden collar hung off his shoulders with pride.

Ghetsis raises an unimpressed eyebrow, and Sam immediately drops to her knees.

“You called me, my Lord?” her voice is shaking almost uncontrollably. Arc, was he always this tall?

“Indeed I did,” Ghetsis stands, lifting the lid of some kind of ancient laptop. It was thicker than a novel, good Arc. “Come here,” he demands, and Sam obliges. Ghetsis turns the screen around, and on it Sam is faced with… A Rotomblr post?

“Read.” he huffs, and she does so immediately.

It’s an anonymous message, filled with usual anti-plasma statements, but then her eyes graze over the last sentence. Once again she slaps her hand over her mouth, this time muffling laughter.

“What’s so funny?!” Ghetsis slams his hands down on the table, the sudden action frightening the poor grunt. She trips backward, only just retaining her footing. “All these people laugh at it, just like this, and refuse to explain!” He’s fuming, teeth gritted in anger. If it were someone else within striking distance from the old man, Sam doubts she would be able to control herself from doubling over in hysteric laughter.

“You’re young,” he deadpans, “the youngest amongst our ranks. Explain this to me; what are they saying?”

Oh good Arceus no.

Sam gulps, her voice now quivering with suppressed laughter, “I uh.. My Lord I believe they’re saying they find you… attractive,” she silently begs, please don’t make me say it out loud.

“I don’t believe you,” he snarls, clearly in a downright rotten mood. “If that were the case, it wouldn’t have received this reaction. Tell me what this means,” he demands, his finger shoved directly below the word ‘dilf’.

“Uhhh..” You know what, this is worse than being fired. She’d rather Arceus strike her down in this office than explain that to her boss. Though, he was clearly growing more restless, and the scars she could now see littering his face reinforced the impression that you should Not make him mad.

“Well you see… It’s an acronym,” she winces, staring directly past Ghetsis, “it’s an acronym, yes… Uh…”

“Say it!” He snaps, “I’ve had enough of this tomfoolery, tell me what a dilf is!”

Sam squeezes her eyes shut, opens her mouth, and, “Dilf is an acronym for ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck’!”

Silence

“I’m sorry, it means what?”

[kinkleydiaz]

weekly fic rec 🚒

i've read a lot this week because the bts content got me excited lol i realized i don't read a lot of unfinished fics, because most people don't like to read it, so i don't find a lot of recs. do you guys have any to recommend? or any complete ones you really liked?

i've got my eyes on the skies by @middyblue (T | 9,181)

AU in which Buck went to work at JPL instead of becoming a firefighter.

Tommy pulls off his helmet and yanks off his mask, revealing some serious helmet hair, then sticks it onto Buck’s face.

“I think this qualifies as second base,” Buck says, muffled behind the mask, which is still warm from Tommy’s head. Oxygen-mask base, he thinks. Is that a thing?

Tommy is clearly trying and failing to hold back a laugh. He has gorgeous smile lines and a chin that should be carved in marble and Buck is pretty sure that he’s even pulling off the helmet hair look, which would be annoying if he weren’t so fucking hot.

patience is a virtue by @rosetterer (7,036 | 2/?)

To make sure he could get back to what he loved doing, being a firefighter, Buck agreed to spend 8 weeks at a clinic that specialized in rehabilitation of ankle and foot injuries. His team included a doctor, nurses, and a physical therapist.

And if he happened to find his physical therapist attractive, so what? And yes, his physical therapist was a man and no, it didn't make any sense to him but Buck knew attraction when he felt it and it certainly didn't help that Tommy could handle him like he weighed nothing and called him sweetheart every once in a while.

The Ally and the Beast by @evanbi-ckley (E | 2,460)

Tommy knows he's late, and he feels awful about it. He so badly wanted to make it to the wedding, but the fire was an absolute inferno that would not go out. When it was finally extinguished and Tommy was given the okay to head out, he jumped in the rig with the rest of his crew, immediately asking them to drop him at the hospital. And of course they had given him grief for it, but he didn't care as long as they got him where he needed to be.

When he walks through the ER bay doors and sees Evan, he's instantly apologetic.

“Sorry I'm late, that fire was a beast.”

But then Evan hits him with a, “So are you,” and grabs him and kisses him, and he wouldn't be able to stop the moan that leaves his mouth if he tried.

Of Coming Outs and Spiderman Kisses by @black-and-whitecrow (G | 1,960)

After coming out to the two most important people in Buck's life, he decides to wait with telling the rest of his friends. he's ready, he just wants to find the right way to do so. Naturally, as this is Buck we're speaking about, things get a little out of his hands. Or should we say mouth?

prescribed burn by @wakeupnew (T | 8,450)

Tommy's busy fighting a wildfire at the edge of the Angeles National Forest, but every time he checks his phone, he has an increasingly unbelievable series of text messages.

(Or: Over the course of eighteen hours with Buck and the 118, from a distance and then up close and personal, Tommy keeps having to reassess.)

[dira333]

Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part XI

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

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Part 11: (2,3k words) - I apologize for the chapter ahead...

Rico surprises him one morning when they load his car with flowers.

“There’s this new movie I really want to see.” He tells him. “About this guy who got bitten by a spider and has a spider quirk now? My nephew got me into the Hero Movies and says it’s really good but it’s always awkward to go alone. Do you want to come with me?”

He’s speechless for a long moment and it’s to Rico’s credit that the other man does not waver in his confidence.

“You don’t have any other friends to ask?” Touya asks and Rico snorts.

“Sure do, but it’s a Hero Movie. Your boss thought you’d be into it.” 

“Fine.” He huffs, planning to ask you all about it when he gets back to the shop.

It’s been a few weeks now that he’s allowed to buy the flowers by himself and he’s fully aware of the responsibility he holds. The heating went out last week, and the price for repairs was substantial, eating up what you had saved in the last few months due to increasing sales.

The holidays are almost over now, too, which means that there’s a rough stretch ahead where they have to rely on the sales they make from the agencies buying weekly Bouquets. 

They skip the coffee break and drive back, Rico chatting away as usual while he makes comments whenever he feels like it.

Rico’s nice, never pushy even though he must know that something’s going on between Touya and you, and his chattiness eases his mind when he starts thinking too much.

About Toga, who’s appeared twice in the last weeks, Mari, who still refuses to speak to him when not absolutely necessary, how the healing of his piercings goes about as slow as the healing of Shouto’s broken heart, or the fact that he’s not sure what his quirk is going to be when the authorities decide to take off his quirk canceling anklet.

-

It’s still too early to open the shop when Rico drives off so he closes the door and turns the key again, shutting off the lights, and slips into the back room to make coffee.

He’s not been in there for long when you step in through the other door, holding a back of baked goods in your hand.

“Good morning.” Your smile is big as if you’d expected him to be back early. “How did it go?”

“Good. Kibe-san was almost nice today. And the Bonsai guy gave me some seeds.” He drops the little packet in your eagerly outstretched hands.

“Amazing. I got a call yesterday, a friend recommended my work to someone who just inherited an old house, and the garden is absolutely wrecked. He asked if we could get to work on it to make it more presentable before spring so that he could sell it. He’ll send us some pictures later but it would be a great opportunity to get a foot in the door for you. Who knows, you could retake your high school exams and become a landscape architect.”

“And leave the shop?” He hands you your coffee, filled to the brim with cream and a mix of sweet somethings. “Never.”

Your smile is sweet but a little bashful as if you’re not quite believing him.

“I’d never leave you behind, you know that, right?” He asks, his heart beating double time as he waits for your answer.

“Just leaving the door open.” You tell him quietly and take a sip from your coffee, no doubt to busy yourself.

Had you been talking instead, he might not have heard it through the thick door.

But there’s the sound of glass crashing and he freezes.

Then, again. And it comes from the shop.

“Touya?” You ask but he’s at the door, open it gingerly to look through, not risking to make known that they are here.

He smells the fire before he sees it. 

“Touya?” You ask again, doubt seeping into your voice when he doesn’t answer right way.

“The shop’s under attack.” He says, his breath coming too fast now, but his mind is calm, high on adrenaline. “Stay in here, don’t come after me. Get yourself to safety.”

“No, Touya.” Your coffee cup explodes on the floor, your hands in his shirt but he pushes you back, one last look at your frightened face. “Stay back. You gotta stay safe.” He slips through the door, slams it shut, and turns the key they never use. For good measure.

Behind him, fire has built a wall of heat. 

-

He hadn’t known flowers could burn so well but whatever crashed through the window - possibly a molotow cocktail - had hit the dried eucalyptus that’s now burning bright, the flames licking at the wooden wall behind it. He grabs a bucket of roses, pulls them out and throws them to the side, pouring the water over the fire as far as he can reach. It’s not enough.

Smoke’s stinging in his eyes, his nose, his throat and there’s ice cold panic crawling up his back, but he works methodically, grabs one bucket after the other and pours it over the fire. He can feel blisters forming on his hands from the buckets that have grown hot from the fire, not caring that his vision is going hazy - from the smoke, or his panic, he doesn’t know.

He can hear voices but he could just as well be imagining it, as he coughs and gags against the smoke filling his mouth and his lungs, pulling off his shirt to smother more flames, grabbing plants to bring to relative safety in the back of the shop.

Half of the blossoms of his plant, the holiday cactus, have burned away. The Bonsai you’d been so proud of is nothing but a stem anymore. Bob’s children aren’t bobbing anymore as he lifts them up, the roughness of the pot digging into his already blistered skin.

Something grabs and pulls him into the other direction.

He fights, claws at whatever it is, but it is stronger than him and suddenly, he’s faced with cold, fresh air and the dawning morning outside.

“Stay here.” Someone snaps at him and he can barely see the uniform of a firefighter before he sees you, on the ground, lifeless.

If he thought he’d felt panic before, it had been nothing compared to what he feels now, the horror imploding in his chest. He staggers forward, trying to get to you, but someone grabs him again.

He can see Mari lurching forward, toward you, and he might be barely able to hear anything about the thrumming of his heart, but he can hear her voice, read her lips, as she wails.

“It was him! He set the fire! I saw it all!”

She takes one more step forward, pointing her finger at him. She bends as if to touch you and something in him snaps so violently he gasps, flinging his arms forward as if he’s about to push her away from you - and somehow he does.

A wall of ice, the height and width of a grown man, surges forward, pushing Mari back, but circling you, protecting you.

That’s the last thing he sees before he goes down and everything goes blissfully dark.

-

His eyes snap open and he’s on high alert, trying to gain a sense of direction.

Where is he and when is it? Where are you?

“Easy there!” Someone presses him down and a face appears in his vision. It’s Hawks, surprisingly.

Touya chokes out your name and Hawks nods.

“She’s safe. Used her powers too much and fell asleep right there on the street. You gave us much more of a freight there. Half burned up, choking from the smoke and then the ice… didn’t know you could do that.”

“That happened?” He asks. “I thought I was hallucinating from the smoke.”

“Oh no, boy, that really happened. Still out there even, they need it as evidence. Have a look if you want to, but be careful, you took quite a beating from that fire.”

He gets up carefully, surprised to see his hands in bandages and a thick blanket slung around him.

He’s inside an ambulance, the doors open. Just outside he can see the wall of ice, police and firemen discussing something. Behind them, he can see a corner of the window, the glass black from smoke.

And there, right next to that window, are you. 

He walks straight toward you, like a compass needle pulled north.

You’re huddled up in a blanket as well, clutching the ends to your chest as you look down at the ground. A woman in a police uniform is standing next to you, one hand on your shoulder.

She says something and you look up, catch sight of him - and go flying.

He barely manages to catch you when you fling yourself at him, arms around his shoulders as you press your face into his shoulders, sobbing.

“I’m so glad you’re alive.” You choke out and he understands deeply how you feel. 

“You know me,” he jokes against the feelings raging in his chest, “Nothing a little fire could kill.”

-

As it turns out, Mari had set the fire, planning to blame it on him.

She didn’t expect him to be there earlier, not knowing about the agreement that had him buying the flowers in the morning.

Nor did she expect him to be with you as it happened.

You, who’d called the police the moment he had closed the door in your face. Who ran around the block to help him from the other side, not knowing what to expect.

Now, a tree is growing into the shop, it’s thick trunk stabilising the building further.

He didn’t have to wonder why you fell asleep instantly. The tree is massive, winding itself around and through the burnt wood, a living and breathing thing holding up the apartments above the shop. 

It takes hours to clear everything up. 

Mari isn’t one to reveal her secrets easily and the police don’t take his innocence for granted, even with an alibi.

He’s questioned again and again, repeating himself over and over until his voice gives out, his throat still raw from the smoke.

They don’t understand how he could be able to produce ice until they manage to get a hold of one of the guys who designed his anklets.

As it turns out, the anklets are either low impact on all quirks or high impact on a specific quirk. No one could have known he would suddenly develop an ice quirk and had he still been able to speak, they’d have wrung him through another round of questioning to find out if he’d been aware of the chance.

He wasn’t. He still isn’t really, the events of today feel more like a nightmare than reality.

Around five p.m. he’s allowed to leave the police station.

His father, having been by his side since the moment he’d been brought there, pulls him into an awkward hug.

“Where do you want to go?” He asks. “Hospital? Pharmacy? Home?”

Touya forms a flower with his hands and Enji nods as if that had to be expected.

“Alright. There’s a drugstore next door, I’ll get you something for your throat there.”

-

Touya’s not surprised to find you in the shop as well, tending to the flowers and plants amidst people in hard hats and suits.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You tell him when he enters, but still wrap your hands around his lower arms, carefully avoiding the bandages on his hands. “I’m so glad you’re safe.”

He nods and points towards the plants at the back of the shop, drawing a question mark into the air.

“One of Bob’s kids did not make it but the others are still alive.” You tell him. “Most of the cut flowers are done for as well. The insurance company and city surveyor are currently doing an inspection. They’re not sure we can keep working in here.”

At your words, a small man with a button nose - a literal button nose, steps forward. He’s so small that he has to put his head back to look up at you.

“I am afraid we don’t have good news.” He says, his voice a little tinny but full of empathy. “Your quick thinking kept the building from collapsing but the building structure is already damaged and we cannot risk that you keep working in here. We’re advising evacuation.”

“But I live here.” You stutter out and the man nods.

“I understand. We have a team of movers that can safely transport all your belongings without upsetting the damaged structure, therefore one apartment after the other will be emptied out in the next week. After that, we’ll rebuild the apartment block and you should be able to move in again.”

“How long will that take? I can’t close the shop for long, it’s my only income.”

“It shouldn’t take more than three months, tops. If we can get building team three on this, we could be done in a month, they have some very handy quirks. But for today, you should go home, I mean, go home to a friend or family, and rest. Everything will look a little brighter tomorrow.”

You open your mouth to speak but he bids himself goodbye and leaves.

Touya puts his hand on your arm now and you turn, confusion, hurt, and bubbling panic visible in your eyes.

He points at himself, then draws the shape of a house into the air.

“You want me to come to your house?” You ask and he cocks his head to the side, hoping you’ll understand.

“No,” you sigh, “I don’t have any other friends I could ask right now.”

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Drabble that I mentioned before :3

well this ended up being longer than expected..

Horror sans/Reader

side notes; College AU not really, I'm kinda bullshitting the medical stuff ok

Part 1 ✔️ Part 2. etc.

When monsters rose from the surface, it seemed like the entire world caught on fire. Everyone wouldn't stop talking about it, everyone went mad. They seemed... dangerous. Eyes either empty, or filled with a dull, eerie hunger. A lust for something filling. Government officials locked them away for the first two years they arrived but after extensive surveying and rehabilitation technology, they were set free.

All monsters were now allowed in the real world, well, limited to the countries who had not banned them. Lucky you, college had finally ended. With a degree under your sleeve, you looked for a job. Weeks, and weeks went by. Nobody called back. You were getting desperate at this point.

A flyer pinned to a community board caught your attention.

"LOOKING FOR RECEPTIONIST AT THE LOCAL CLINIC, CALL THIS NUMBER IF INTERESTED!"

Seems good as any other job, and it's nearby. They called back almost immediately. What the flyer failed to inform you of,

It was a monster-run, monster speciality clinic. The day you arrived at the clinic was... unforgettable to say the least. Since monsters had been freed from their prison down below, you've never seen them, at least out of articles. Never touched one, never spoken to one. You weren't planning on it either.

"Ah, you must be the new hire! Welcome, welcome."

A giant, sheep-like? furry lady basically pulled you in. A bit harsh, but you kept your mouth shut.

"It's so lovely to meet you. My name is Toriel, and this is our clinic!" You shook her hand, giving her your name. She seemed to stare down, not at you, but into you.

It chilled you to the bone. But you couldn't find the courage to say anything.

she pushed you away, into a small desk at the front of the office.

"This is yours! Feel free to wander, maybe don't try to interact so much with our fellow monsters though... you're one of the first humans to step foot here." She chuckled, her claws long and sharp. Yellowed by who knows what. When she laughed, you got a glance at her teeth, her horrible, crooked teeth. Sweat dripped down your neck. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Toriel left the room, as someone was wailing her name. You booted up the computer , and stood. Maybe looking around for a quick second wouldn't hurt? The computer seemed old anyways.

As you walked down the left hallway, you noticed rooms lined up down the hall. Most of them were open, some had doors left ajar. All of them, you could hear crying, shrieking and wailing. Various names, you couldn't recognize. You heard shrill voices asking for their moms, or Toriel. It made your pounding heart drop to your stomach.

Someone appeared behind you, silently. Once you had reached the dead end, you went to turn and go back to your small desk but was halted. Looming over you, a skeleton. With its jaw hung open, tiny pinpricks boring into your eyes. He could feel your nerves, smell the blood pumping into your heart.

The skeleton didn't even utter a word before jumping on to you, knocking you to the floor. His terrible teeth snapped to bite on your neck. You inched away, shrieking. A bellow from behind the skeleton racked the hall.

"Papyrus!" Toriel grabbed the skeleton by the neck, raising him far away from you. "Oh dear, oh dear." The furry monster, now looking concerned, flung the tall skeleton away. A group surrounded the skeleton, eager to help him or... harass him for details on being so close to the human.

Toriel picked you up, her matted fur somehow comforting you in the state of shock you were in. She plopped you on a chair in a vacant room, and left. The door clicked with the lock.

"Um, hey?! You didn't just lock me in here right?" You awkwardly shouted out. No response, only the shrieks and sobs from next door.

[maopll]

Happy to see requests are open again.

May I request Yuuji, Megumi and Gojo with a reader who's got a cursed technique that allows her to manipulate weather, the time of day and seasons?

One moment it's a hot summer day but with a tap of her foot, it turns into a cold winter.

At the tip of my fingers

| jujutsu kaisen !

⌗:, a/n: stronger than gojo reader? I'd fall for her if she was indeed there. I love power couple.

⌗:, warning: none

⌗:, pairings: yuuji, megumi & gojo w/ fem!reader

,,You never really thought cursed technique was anything special. sure you could manipulate weather according to your wishes but most people used you for that fact. so why is he surprised ?... main character moment lmfao

YUUJI

You never told him about your cursed technique and it never dawned upon him as well. so he was just as surprised and amazed like the other first years when he saw your sheer strength. the cursed spirit and you were fighting in a sunny place but a stromy scene was your best choice. thunders, rain and electrocution. what could be better than that? and ofcourse it instantly git exorcised. his jaw dropped to the floor. his girlfriend is so strong! he needs to get stronger too! and after seeing your power he just got this boost of motivation. I mean you are indeed his very source of motivation from the beginning.

whenever you two would go on dates, if it is ever raining or too windy, you would switch to a warm yet comfortable weather. when you two would be sweating, no worries the next moment gentle breeze is blowing to cool you two off. he especially loves seeing you dance in the rain with him when you would switch the weather to raining. its his favourite past time...maybe a hobby of his by now. he aspires to get stronger as he has a family he wants to protect...that he has to protect

GOJO

He was already the only person who was strong but when he saw your powers in action? damn looks likes match made in jujutsu. You two had known eachother for some time back when he was 17. you two were first years together taught by Yaga. he did like how you looked when he first met but when he saw you ruthlessly obliterate a Grade 1 cursed spirit without breaking a sweat? oh now he has a competition.

However, all in all, he truly liked how unique and beautiful your cursed technique was, being able to change weather and all that. One time sunny another time snowing. its mind blowing infact the two of you can actually use both of your cursed techniques to create a very formidable environment. his limitless and your cursed technique. now that he is now in love with you and an adult he looks back to those fond memories he made with you when you two were still learning. even now you two would goof around and have picnics just to spend time since both of you are quite busy. and he can't miss an opportunity to see his beloved girlfriend in a sun dress ;)

MEGUMI

He has already seen two powerful people in his team. Yuuji and gojo, and then you tagged along. although he did feel a bit inferior when he saw how effortlessly you managed to fight two to three cursed spirits at the same time. he thought he really wouldn't be able to do it and get on the same level as you. then you told your boyfriend who was almost about to back up that "ever heard of the phrase 'a fool will never know what he's capable of unless he tries it?' " now he has seen you angry but not annoyed. you knew how strong megumi was and he could be even stronger than this.

so you pushed him to daily training with you unless there were some missions. he did improve a lot after the rehabilitation chamber incident, and you helped him get stronger. he is really grateful to you for being there with him. he absolutely enjoys when you change the weather to snowing. you two make snowmans and have snow fights. although he doesn't have a favourite weather that you change the current weather to windy and snowing will always be his favourite. it just hits home to him, apparently. you never have any problems with your dates because you can just change the weather to a perfectly sunny one with just a snap of your fingers. you two even use a carpet to have magic rides during the middle of the night since you can manipulate weather you can also manipulate wind. ofcourse you can't forget to take his divine dogs on a night ride of the beautiful starry sky !

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BALLERINA - Chapter Five.

A Jake Kiszka AU

Physiotherapist!Jake x Original Female Character

Previous Chapter.

A/N: I apologise for not posting this yesterday but a total blackout occurred in my town due to strong winds and I didn't have WiFi or data traffic.

Anyway, this is a very important chapter in the story and I am so happy to be able to finally share it with you. I really hope you like it as much as I do.

I can't wait to know what you think about this!

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Word count: 4.2K

Warnings for this chapter: kissing, talking of physical rehabilitation and medical stuff (I am not an expert, I apologise for any inaccuracies), poor mental health, sadness, fluff, soft!Jake at his peak, beware.

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Two weeks passed and Iris could almost walk alone without crutches and she felt almost safe in doing so. Jake was teaching her to walk more steadily on her injured leg, avoiding limping. It was a bit difficult for her to keep her balance but they were moving forward with rehabilitation.

She was happy but she always felt so tired.

At night she couldn't sleep properly.

She woke up every few hours because of constant nightmares.

She kept dreaming about that car hitting her in the middle of the street on that cold February night.

She couldn't stop the sound of screeching tyres and brakes from echoing into her ears every time she closed her eyes.

She knew her sister was still studying so she tried not to bother her too much.

She didn't want to bother Jake, either, even though he had told her to do so without problems.

Sometimes, she even woke up crying because, in the dreams, the doctors told her that she would never go back to dancing.

That was Iris's biggest fear and, even though Jake was helping her and the doctor who had operated on her said that he couldn't tell her if she would be able to dance again or not, she was growing very nervous about that matter.

Even the weather seemed to be plotting against her, that Friday.

It was pouring with rain and the sky was so dark that she had to keep the lights on even though it was barely mid afternoon.

As soon as Jake arrived, he noticed the tiredness in her eyes and asked her about it

He entered the room with a gleaming smile but it sharply faded away.

His expression changed immediately when his eyes landed on her. He was worried as he approached her bed.

"Hey, Iris are you OK? You look very tired and a bit ill, I'd say." His warm wrist touched her forehead lightly, checking her temperature, and then dropped to his side.

He sat down on the chair close to the bed and asked "Is there something wrong?".

The expression of worry in his kind eyes broke her heart.

He was worrying for her.

Iris told him that she was fine and that it was the weather's fault.

He didn't seem satisfied with her answer but he didn't push it.

They worked for two hours together on many difficult and tiring exercises and then he left her to herself, with his usual kind words of encouragement.

The touch of his hands on her body, paired with his soothing deep voice, cheered her up just a little, but her mood worsened again the moment he exited her room, leaving her there alone at the mercy of the whirlwind of her thoughts.

She already missed him the moment he set foot outside her room, but unfortunately she had to wait until Monday to see him again.

~

It was eight pm and it was still raining outside.

The sound of heavy drops on the windows was relaxing and Iris was almost drifting off to a deep slumber when she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in" she said, thinking it was her mother, but instead, she was met with a pair of deep brown eyes and a gleaming smile.

Jake was there.

He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and black joggers.

Iris supposed he had just finished blow drying his hair because it was still slightly damp on the ends and the smell of his usual vanilla shampoo was very strong.

It was intoxicating her in the best way possible.

The inside of the room was immersed in the low orange glow of the lamp near her bed. That light made his skin and hair glow in a delicate way, making him look like the most beautiful angel that had ever graced the troubled Planet Earth with his comforting presence.

She didn't expect him to be there so late.

He laughed at her puzzled expression.

"Surprise!" He told her, his gleaming smile even deeper than before.

In that moment, she noticed he had a paper bag with him along with a stunning white-rimmed a black acoustic guitar.

"Am I missing something?" She asked him, very confused and he laughed.

"No, darling, don't worry. But since I found out that you have been lying to me the whole week, not telling me that you couldn't sleep because you were afraid to bother me, I decided to take the matter into my hands and come to bother you instead." He told her with a glint of mischief in his eyes and Iris blushed the deepest shade of red ever.

He came closer to her and set his guitar and bag next to the wall behind the bed.

Then he turned towards her and grabbed her chin gently between his thumb and pointer finger.

His skin was hot as always, but her face was more. Her eyes were cast down on her lap but his grip on her chin caused her to look up at his face.

God, he is breathtaking, and so close.

"Now, I told you you could bother me, didn't I?" He spoke and she felt the urge to answer him even if she didn't want to.

"Yes, you did," she told him sheepishly.

"I meant it, you know, I don't like seeing you struggling like this, so I brought something to cheer you up and cheer me up in the process, because this weather got me depressed today." He said and bent to grab the paper bag.

"So my mother always tells me that the answer when we are tired and upset is..." and he dragged out the 's' to create suspense, while he rummaged inside the bag.

"Chocolate!" He whisper-shouted.

"I didn't know what kind of chocolate you liked so I bought a bit of everything." He spilled the content of the bag directly on her lap and she was genuinely shocked.

There was everything and even more.

She didn't know what to say and her silence worried him.

She saw his content expression change slowly into a look of pure horror.

"Oh my God, I was so focused on bringing you something to cheer you up that I didn't even think about the possibility that you didn't like chocolate at all." He said worried and kept running a hand through his hair. He looked so cute.

She quickly stopped him from worrying too much by laughing.

"No, no, Jake, I absolutely love chocolate. I simply… I don't know what to say, I hope thank you is enough." She said laughing and he did the same after putting a hand on his chest.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack." He said with a sigh, still chuckling.

Iris didn't want to let him see how much that simple gesture affected her and she had to bite her tongue to prevent happy tears from spilling down her flushed cheeks.

So she began rummaging through the absolutely immense choice of chocolate on her lap.

After some pondering, she picked a dark chocolate bar with hazelnuts that was her absolute favourite, and he picked a extra-dark chocolate bar.

Iris knew he would choose that.

It suited his personality beautifully.

Deep, rich and warm. Absolutely addicting.

She blushed at her thoughts and busied herself putting everything back into the bag.

She told him that he could sit down on the chair next to the bed and once he was settled she started opening her chocolate bar and he did the same.

She took a bite and melted like the chocolate in her mouth at the voluptuous taste. It was heavenly and it reminded her of her grandma and her childhood.

"This is exactly what I needed. How did you know?" She asked him, curiously, after a while, fearing what another second of silence could cause her thoughts.

"I haven't got any superpower darling, I am just following my mother's advice" he said while munching slowly.

She lost herself watching with mesmerized eyes his jaw clenching and unclenching while eating and then she quickly lowered her gaze to her nails once he caught her staring.

After some minutes of silence filled with stolen glances and chocolate bites, she spoke.

"Thank you, Jake, I really mean it" she told him and he bowed playfully, saying "At your service" and making her laugh.

Three shared chocolate bars later, he stood and gently took the guitar from the wall, telling her that he had another surprise for her.

He sat down and placed it gently onto his lap.

"It's really beautiful" she told him, her eyes never leaving him to take in his breathtaking beauty.

And after that, she let a thought slip out loud, without noticing.

"That's where the callous fingers come from" Those words spilled from her lips before she could stop herself.

His eyes had again that mischievous glint in them, when they focused on her, observing her closely while she blushed.

Then they turned sweet again.

Iris watched as he touched the strings lightly and then retrieved a guitar pick from his pocket.

"I thought this could help you relax a bit, so you can fall asleep easily without thinking too much. How does it sound?" He said while tuning his guitar.

"I'd love that" she told him but that was an understatement.

She couldn't take her eyes off him and when he put his pick between his lips, she felt like her soul left her body in that instant.

He started to pick at the strings with his fingers, his face bent slightly forward and the tip of his hair grazing slightly on the fretboard.

It was the hottest sight she had ever witnessed.

She felt wetness starting to pool in her panties and she forcefully tried to stop thinking about it.

She had always found finger-picked guitar extremely sexy, but this was something else.

He was something else.

Watching him, she felt trapped between heaven and hell.

The song he was playing was so calm it almost made her cry and she couldn't believe how talented he was.

She focused on his fingers and immediately wished she hadn't.

She imagined how skilled those fingers could be, doing something else entirely and she blushed.

The way he curled them, pressing the strings on the fretboard looked heavenly and sinful at the same time.

When her mouth started watering and she started imagining his fingers in her mouth, she forcefully decided it was time to avert her eyes if she didn't want to get caught lusting on his fingers.

So Iris closed her eyes and let the music submerge her.

She saw herself dancing along with it, moving languidly and fluidly.

At that moment, her mother's voice echoed in her mind, replaying the words she had accidentally let slip some days ago during an argument.

"Stop thinking about dancing"

And, in that moment, it dawned on her.

I will never be able to dance again.

Silent tears began falling down her cheeks.

He didn't notice, his eyes were closed and he had a blissful expression on his face. He was feeling the music too deeply to notice her sliding off the bed and paddling silently to the bathroom.

Iris didn't want him to see her cry so she tried her best to be as silent as possible as sobbs shook her body violently. Her trembling hands were covering her mouth as she slid down the wall and on the floor.

Everything that she had kept inside for more than a month exploded in a flood of tears she couldn't stop.

Iris didn't notice the music stop and she couldn't see him because her face was buried in her hands.

But he was kneeling at her side in less than a second.

His frightened whisper broke her heart.

"Iris, hey, what's wrong? What's happened? Did you fall?" He fired those questions rapidly and all she managed to do was shake her head no.

Then she felt his hands on her, warm as always and so very soft.

His touch made her shiver. One of his hands was on her back and the other behind her bare knees, as he picked her up easily. Her arms silently wrapped around his neck steadying herself and her mouth accidentally brushed on the skin of his neck.

She felt goosebumps raise on his skin as she sobbed in his neck, soaking his shirt with her tears.

He took her to the bed but kept her in his arms as he sat down on the mattress, draping the blanket he had gifted her around her shaking form.

She cried all of her tears.

He didn't say anything, he just stroked her back and her hair waiting for her to calm down.

After a good while she didn't have any more tears left and she just sobbed in the crook of his neck.

She tried to talk but her voice came out croaky.

So, she cleared her throat and started apologising profusely to him.

"I am so sorry, I am a mess, I am so sorry, I didn't want to ruin everything"

He stopped her and whispered calmly.

"There is no need to apologize, just please tell me what happened, did I do something I shouldn't have?" He asked, concerned, and new tears started to wet her cheeks.

"No, you are perfect, you didn't do anything wrong Jake and I am so sorry if I made you think that." Iris whispered, trying to dry her tears with her sleeve.

He was holding her tightly, trying to calm her down, his proximity clouding her senses.

"Tell me, what happened?" He asked, again.

She couldn't lie to him, after what he was doing for her.

She took a deep breath and spoke.

"The song you were playing was so beautiful… and for the first time in weeks, it made me feel alive. I felt the need to dance again alongside it and then I remembered I couldn't and probably I won't anymore. That thought devastated me and I didn't want you to see me cry and stop playing so I tried to hide but failed miserably, I am so sorry." Iris confessed, ashamed, hiding her face in the crook of his neck again.

She felt so safe in his arms, she wished she could stay there forever.

She felt his hands cradle her face and he looked at her in the eyes.

"You nearly gave me a second heart attack tonight" he said smiling and she laughed timidly.

He wasn't finished and went on.

"I want you to know that I am going to do everything I can and more to help you, ok? You have my word, Iris." He whispered and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I don't want you to hide your emotions from me ever again, please talk to me and I will help you try to figure things out." She started apologizing again but he shushed her immediately with his pointer and middle finger on her lips.

His demeanor slowly changed, he had again that glint in his eyes that attracted Iris like a moth to a flame and the ache in her body worsened.

He went on in a husky tone that made her thighs clench.

His eyes dropped to her parted lips behind his fingers.

"And, I swear to God, if you don't stop apologizing, I will make you, understood?"

She almost started apologizing again but his fingers on her lips dropped, soon replaced by his thumb stroking lightly on her bottom lip, parting it further and then sliding down to her chin, holding her in place.

"Don't defy me, darling" he commanded, his raspy voice having the worst effect on her.

He was impossibly close and she wanted him to take her right then and there on that bed.

She didn't care anymore at this point. She just needed him.

She didn't care that they were in the middle of the hospital with thousands of people surrounding the two of them.

For her, there was the two of them.

She couldn't take it anymore, she needed him to do something, anything.

"Just kiss me, please" she begged him in a whisper and his eyes darkened even more.

"No need to beg, love, but I appreciate it." He whispered looking at her lips.

Iris felt bold and desperate so she grabbed the neckline of his shirt and pulled him towards her.

His lips were finally on hers.

It was the best feeling she had ever experienced.

It started slow and careful but soon it became hot and passionate.

He tasted like dark chocolate and she could pinpoint a little hint of smoke, too. His lips were so soft on her chapped ones. When his tongue brushed tentatively against hers, she whimpered softly spurring him on.

His hands gripped her hips and then slid slowly down to her ass, trying so hard to be gentle and, at the same time, touching more skin as possible.

Her panties were positively sticking onto her right now, but, for once, she knew that the situation was affecting him just as much.

Since she was still on his lap she felt him growing hard in his joggers.

The feeling of his lips moving in sync against hers was like the flame of a candle slowly drawing closer to her skin, becoming every second more intense.

She felt a tingle coursing through her spine, for the entire kiss.

A shiver of anticipation ran through her body when his hand slowly slid down her throat but an unexpected knock on the door interrupted the both of them.

He jumped away from her as fast as lightning as if her lips had burned him.

Iris threw him her sweater so he could cover himself and she covered herself with the blanket.

"Come in" she said, her voice quivering.

It was a nurse, she wanted to check if everything was alright and when she saw Jake her smile widened.

His charm was working on her too.

"Oh I am sorry Dr. Kiszka, I didn't know you were here this late." She told him, embarrassed.

Iris decided to speak first, despite the deep blush covering her cheeks.

"It's entirely my fault if he is here. I thought something was wrong with my leg, I was in pain and worried and I called him. He was so kind to come and check on me even if it's this late" she lied, trying her best to be believable.

"Isn't it Doctor?" She didn't know why but she addressed him like that instead of using Jake, like he had asked her to on the first day they met.

His eyes darkened just a little bit and his grip on her sweater in front of his crotch tightened imperceptibly, but she noticed and bit her lip.

"It was nothing. She is alright, I will leave soon" she heard him say to the nurse. His voice was just a little bit shaky.

And then she left, saying goodnight.

The moment the door closed, Iris sighed.

"That was close" she muttered.

She didn't notice him approaching.

"We should stop this while we can, I am afraid she will say something to Doctor Allen. I don't want to be the reason he fires you." Iris told him, heartbroken, but thinking about the importance of his job first.

He came closer, placed his hands by her hips on the bed and observed her with a sad expression in his eyes.

He looked heartbroken, too, but agreed with her.

"I think you are right, I am not his favourite here, so I bet he would use anything he can against me." Jake said while running a hand through his hair, defeated.

Then he came even closer, and whispered into her ear, his lips brushing intently on her skin.

"But if you dare calling me doctor again, I won't be responsible for my actions, is it clear?" His tone made goosebumps rise on her skin and he smirked, noticing.

Iris almost let a feeble "I am sorry" slip but, when his smoldering eyes met hers, she bit her bottom lip.

He sighed and untucked it from her teeth with his thumb.

"You'll be the death of me." He whispered.

For a second, she thought he was going to kiss her again but then his eyes mirrored the sad expression in hers.

Iris really didn't want to be the reason why he lost his job.

"It's better if we stop things while we can, I am sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you, it's entirely my fault." He whispered, sadly.

"It's not entirely your fault, I asked you to" she retorted, embarrassed, but he continued.

"You were feeling down and I took advantage of the situation, I shouldn't have." Jake said adamantly, blaming himself for everything that had happened that evening.

Iris tried to remark that it wasn't true but he shushed her, with his pointer finger on her lips.

"Please don't make this even harder. Let's pretend this never happened." He said with a pained tone.

His lips connected with her forehead in a chaste kiss that had her heart swell and her eyes water.

She tried to be strong and she squeezed his hands in hers, but a little tear escaped, nonetheless.

"Jake" she whispered.

His eyes met hers, worried and sad.

It was torture seeing him like that.

"I… I wanted to tell you that I am extremely grateful to have met you. Without you…I would have never made it. So thank you" Iris managed to say, her voice was so shaky she was surprised that he understood what she was saying.

She saw his eyes start to water too, but when he spoke, his voice was so steady.

"Don't say that like it's the last time we are seeing each other, darling. We have many months of rehabilitation ahead of us." He winked and she laughed, drying her tears with the sleeve of her shirt.

"You mean a lot to me Iris, you have no idea." He finally said.

Then he gathered his guitar, told her to keep the chocolates, kissed her on the cheek and left.

That night Iris didn't sleep a wink, every time she tried to close her eyes, the feeling of his lips on hers haunted her.

At 4 am, she grabbed her phone and wrote him a text.

Then decided against it and deleted it.

She couldn't know that he was experiencing the same struggles as her in his own bed.

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During her last week of hospital, he acted as if that night never happened.

Iris was a bit angry about it, but, at the same time, the rational part of her brain was grateful for it.

She really didn't want to be the cause he lost his job, it was better this way.

On her last day in the hospital, she was very happy and so he was.

During their two hours of rehabilitation together, they revised some exercises and then chatted a lot like two friends, as if nothing happened.

But Iris couldn't deny what she felt when his hands touched her body.

He reduced her to a shivering, stuttering and blushing mess and he noticed it very well.

He was pleased to observe the deep effect he kept having on her.

"This is the address of my rehabilitation studio. Is there someone who can take you or do you need me to come to your house, or else, do you need me to come and bring you myself?" He said kindly, untying his hair, to keep his hands busy and avoid stupid choices, for once.

She noticed that his studio was very close to her house.

Perfect.

"Your studio is very close to my flat. So I think that for the first weeks my mother can take me, but I think that I will be able to walk there." She told him.

He smiled at her, that heartstopping smile that enraptured her the first time she saw him.

"Wonderful! So I will see you on Monday afternoon at my studio. I am very happy with what we achieved here, I was very impressed by how hard working you are. I am very proud of you, Iris." He told her truthfully.

She couldn't help it, she grasped his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

He was quick to wrap his strong arms around her, squeezing her and enveloping her in his usual warmth.

Eventually, she had to let him go, but he didn't go away. He grabbed her bag and escorted her to the hospital hall where her mother was waiting for her.

Iris waved him goodbye and he winked at her making her blush and giggle like a schoolgirl.

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A/N: Don't worry, this is not the end. Next chapter will be 🔥🔥, I promise.

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[writing-oof]

what am i if not a dog - Richas (8)

(or: the E.G.G.s have superpowers. this, surprisingly, is only the beginning of El's problems.) (or: or: El Quackity gets rehabilitated like a rabid dog, Quackity yoinks his evil little brother, and A1 is safe and sound at the end of things)

TW: danger, hypersomnia (kind of), nightmares mentioned, anxiety

Richarlyson is surprisingly good at tag.

He didn't know if he would be since he's not a very fast runner, especially since his prosthetic has started to click and crunch when he bends the knee wrong, but he's very good at jumping out of the way just in time. He's an egg of near misses, and by the time Cellbit and Roier have stopped whispering while they watch the eggs scurry around, Richas is the only egg who hasn't actually been tagged.

Unfortunately, Richarlyson knows what it means to be the only egg to avoid failure, and he braces himself for what comes next.

He's won the game, gotten too good at being the best, and now his siblings are going to gut him like a fish. Even Pomme, who usually doesn't get very upset with him even when he tripped with his sword and ruined her hat once, is glaring at him.

He has ten seconds before they swarm him, and he shoots off like a bullet, speeding as quickly as he can without falling flat on his face. Behind him, he can hear the 'it' spreading between them like the plague.

He's a survivor with a whole horde of zombies behind him, and it's really just a matter of when he dies and not if. He can't run too far away, or his pai Cellbit will make a face and ground him to sitting next to him and Roier on the bench.

Richas knows he means it, too, since Tallulah had to sit on the bench for half an hour for wandering off a bit even though it wasn't on purpose. Usually, the adults wouldn't care so much, but whatever's happening has made them more careful for all of the eggs.

Still, Richarlyson swerves between the trees, the horde moving behind him quickly.

His feet--or foot, really--slam into the ground as he runs as quick as he can through the trees, jumping over tree roots and going around prickly bushes. He jumps really high over a tree root and lands funny, his prosthetic crunching loudly beneath him as he curses everything.

If he fails now, he's going to die, eaten by his crazy zombie siblings.

He makes a wide turn to keep far away from a burr bush and feels the ground disappear beneath his feet, suddenly looking down to a steep and long drop, sharp jagged rocks lining the bottom.

Suddenly, that dying seems a lot less pretend, and Richas wishes he'd just let them tag him.

The air rushes past him and he feels stuck frozen as he starts to drop. A hand snags the back of his hood, tugging him up until another arm wraps around his middle and hoists him up against a warm chest.

"Richas!" Forever scolds, "You're running like a crazy person! Do you want to fall?"

Richarlyson blinks. He looks down at the bottom of the fall that would have probably broken his legs. He blinks again. It takes too long for him to wake up from the shock, and the tiredness he's been running against for weeks now seems to come back in full swing as he finally slumps and shakes his head.

'We were playing tag,' he tells his pai with slow signs, pulling back enough that Forever can see his hands, 'Final Elimination.'

"Ahh," Forever says understandingly. Richas squirms a little, but Forever just adjusts his grip, walking right back to the place Richas had just been running from. Fortunately, Forever's arrival must be much more exciting than defeating Richas because his siblings don't even bother to tag him when the group rushes over excitedly in a swarm.

"Forever!" Roier calls, seeming confused but not upset, "What are you doing here? I thought you were with Bad?"

Forever winces, making the kind of face the adults have been trying to hide from the eggs, and Cellbit furrows his eyebrows.

"Richas, all of you go play over there," he says, pointing to a spot they'd already given up on because of the lack of good fighting sticks.

Forever deposits Richas back on the ground and Chayanne has to grab onto his elbow to keep him from tipping onto the grass when he wobbles, his prosthetic crunching again.

'You okay?' Chayanne asks.

Richarlyson nods, heading over to the patch of clearing they've been directed to, wishing he could take a million naps instead. He would sleep on the dirt if he weren't so worried about Romero Richas causing more trouble.

Still, Richarlyson just wants to go to sleep.

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Chayanne calls the Council of Eggs to order.

They sit on the dirt almost shoulder-to-shoulder with each other in their usual circle, and they're careful to keep their signs closer to their chests in case any of their parents--or anyone else--tries to listen.

There's an empty spot they have to scoot closer together to fill, right between Ramón and Leo.

Richas tries not to think about it.

'Something's happening,' Chayanne says, meeting each Egg in the eye so they can tell how serious he's being, 'Something even crazier than what's happening now.'

'They've been planning more,' Leo agrees, eyeing the three nervously chattering adults skeptically.

'Whatever it is, it's going to happen soon,' Chayanne says. 'We have to be ready.'

Will they be? They don't even know what's going to happen, or really what's happening now. How are they supposed to be ready for a monster they can't even see yet?

After a moment, Pomme speaks up, extra careful to keep her signs hidden.

'I heard they're going to attack the Federation,' Pomme explains with quick flitting things that are hard to read on purpose. Richas has to squint for a minute, making some of the motions with his own hands tucked to his chest until he understands.

He knows the other eggs can tell something's wrong, but he hopes they just think he's only his usual kind of tired.

'Maybe they'll find tío Quackity,' Tallulah says hopefully. Richas doesn't know how he feels about that.

Leo raises an eyebrow and signs, 'But then what will we do with El?'

'Why would we do anything?' Chayanne asks, scowling a bit, 'He's a jerk.'

'He saved my life!' Pomme says, 'He's…just confused I think.'

Chayanne makes a skeptical face, one Richas definitely relates to, but just signs, 'Okay.'

'About El,' Leo says, a funny look to their eyes, 'what do you think he is? I heard my dad talking to Bad about it, and they don't know either.'

'Maybe he's a clone,' Ramón offers and Tallulah nods eagerly.

'Probably!' she says, 'That's why he looks just like Quackity.'

'I think he's a monster,' Chayanne signs grumpily, but he looks like he wants to take it back when he sees Pomme's face fall. 'Sorry,' he says instead, probably because he meant it.

Pomme waves him off. 'It's fine.'

'Maybe he's an egg,' Richas jokes, cracking the tension with his expertly crafted pickaxe of comedy, and Tallulah snickers. Leo levels him with an unimpressed look, but Pomme seems to find it funny too so he doesn't mind.

'No way!' she denies, stifling giggles, 'He doesn't have any powers! He can't be an egg!'

Richas pretends to be put out, sighing. 'Yeah, maybe not.'

'It'd be cool if he was, though,' Tallulah muses once the laughing's died down, but even Richas thinks that maybe would be a little too crazy.

'You'd want to be related to that jerk?' Leo asks.

Again, Pomme points out, 'He isn't a jerk! He saved my life! He didn't have to, but he did!'

Leo makes a face, but gives in when Chayanne pokes her in the side, smacking his hand. 'I guess.'

The conversation changes to something else and Richarlyson finds himself watching Chayanne's hands as they move, his signs feeling far away even though they're all right next to each other.

He only watches for a little while, his brain feeling foggy and slow, before Leo demands his attention.

A finger pokes into his side and he turns to Leo. He stares at them, waiting for something, and they stare back at him with a weird look on their face.

'Are you okay?' Leo asks, almost suddenly, still staring at Richarlyson.

Richas blinks, waiting for him to explain why he asked. Of course Richas is okay.

'You look sick,' Leo finally signs and Richarlyson recoils, Dapper still fresh on everyone's mind.

'I'm not sick!' he says, signing quicker than before, but his fingers stumble with every other word, 'I'm just tired. I'm…very tired.'

'Did you sleep?' Ramón asks and Richas wobbles his hand. 'A little.'

He peeks to make sure none of the adults are looking and admits, 'I've been having more nightmares.'

Pomme shudders. 'So has everyone, I think.'

'More Romero Richas?' Leo asks and Richarlyson nods, a yawn finally breaking free.

He knows Romero Richas is part of his power, or at least everyone thinks it is, but no one knows what his power really is. He doesn't remember the nightmares or the diary, or the weird-looking egg that keeps showing up in all of his new paintings. He doesn't want to risk anything if his power could be something dangerous, and he definitely doesn't want his parents to look at him worriedly like they do when they find him and his burning paintings.

Normally, he's not as worried about Romero Richas, but everyone's worried about everything right now and it's hard not to do it too.

'I don't like it,' he admits.

'You'll get sick if you don't sleep,' Leo points out, but Richas shakes his head adamantly.

'What if when you start having a nightmare, I'll play my flute in your ear until you wake up?' Tallulah asks.

That's really a good idea. Richarlyson yawns again, finally nodding and lying down on the grass until Chayanne pulls him over to rest his head on his lap like a pillow.

It takes a minute, but the others start signing together and he just listens to the world around them with his eyes closed. Leo drapes her jacket over him like a blanket and, when he starts to get restless, Ramón lets him hold his hand.

Richarlyson is out like a light after that.

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[collaboratiiveanarchy]

//hi i'm not on my Twice blog but i'm thinking about his first day at work with Elsa's agency because of @variantia but I don't feel like switching blogs rn so...

He'd be so nervous of messing up and I feel he'd have like basic assistant jobs at first until he and Elsa find out where he fits and he's like "i'm good at math and computers and mechanics." but is like, so nervous and wanting to prove that he deserves this chance. He's making copies and asking if there's anything he can do to help and he's trying his best and apologizing at the smallest thing. He accidentally drops something and feels SO BAD.

I promise it takes a little bit for her to convince him because he's a big scary villain and he's like sure you recruited and rehabilitated villains but were they LOV big? What about the press giving her a hard time?? He's a mess I SWEAR, but once he gets comfortable and starts to warm up to everything!!!

Don't let him find something he's GOOD good at!! He gives 120%, Elsa's gonna have one of the best workers, one of the hardest workers. And a guard dog (not like she needs it). Like please, this 6 foot scary looking man just standing next to her, neutral expression but he LOOKS intimidating.

ASDFGHJKKL

[steamyearlgray]

In response to your posting about fic director's commentary, would you share your commentary about Hellmark 3 (Lo Scherzo di Terzo) specifically the car chase where they track down the nasty priest? I fucking love that whole sequence

That’s such a fun one! Omg let’s dive in. (Yes there will be a part about the car chase in this. I promise, I just want to get through some of the other fun things first.)

Also this is going to be a long one so buckle in.

So I had been planning on Hellmark 3 to be a strange blend of Twilight parody and ‘What if Sophie was a pastor’s daughter who ran around the woods at night with the ghouls in her area?’. I had spent hours head cannoning this shit out as I was writing Secondo Impressions.

Then the monthly prompt dropped.

I had been talking to you about trying to figure out a way to tie the two together and it turned into Primo pranking Terzo by sending his ass to Forks instead of Vegas.

I had originally envisioned Terzo stepping out of the plane in the ghooty shorts, a crop top, feather boa around his neck, and star sunglasses.

Stepping right out into the pouring rain.

And the best fucking part was that up until he stepped foot in his new branch, he thought he was in Vegas. He just figured not everything is like the movies.

Its in a very Twilight way that he sees Sophie pulling up her hood as she steps out of the Catholic Church. The ghoul asking her where she was, the town doctor and the police chief being together, and Doctor Malpractice Cullen helping the ghouls kill DeFroque was too good. (I do have extra scenes involving the Cullens if anyone wants to see those.)

Now, on to the part you actually wanted to know about.

The Car Chase

This chapter was so fun to write. Like, it’s the big drama moment in the entire fic. Sophie knows that Gio(Terzo as he will now be called in this) is a Satanist. DeFroque knows she’s been seeing him.

I did so much research to figure out how to make this work. Like a lot.

“How would they be able to know where she is heading if the other car got a head start?”

Well, that is because this is set about 2013/14 I think. Find my iPhone’s predecessor came out in ‘09 with the free version that is more common coming out in 2010/11. Sophie had added the ghouls so they could see where she was, partly out of plot connivence and the ghouls are some of the few people in town she can actually trust.

She has been scared of her father for so long. Her mother was sent off for similar reasons, what would be stopping him from sending her too? (Her mother gets her own section so we’ll circle back to that in a bit.) She had enough sense to hide her phone on her before they shoved her into the trunk, but couldn’t get to it to make a SOS call to the ghouls or Terzo for help.

“Why couldn’t they catch up with the kidnappers?”

So Sophie is sent off to some church for ‘rehabilitation’ right? Well the exact church I had in mind was one involved in some pretty big scandals. It’s in Canada, I don’t remember the exact one, but I picked it because to get from Forks you have to get on a ferry.

Forks to the Edmonds-Kingston ferry is 2.5 hours.

The car they are attempting to follow has a 1 to 1.5 hour head start at least.

Omega drives fast but not that fast. Omega is the car chase ghoul. (He does the airport trip so quick they pass Mountain and Olivia on their way there before she changes her mind.) I imagine Omega missed out on his calling to do rally racing or something.

Even assuming that the have to wait for a ferry, that still doesn’t give them enough time to catch them.

While they do have a Ferry making the cross about every one to two hours (if I remember correctly), by the time Terzo and the ghouls make it into Canada Sophie and DeFroque’s men could be anywhere. Giving the kidnappers enough of a gap not be be caught and a gap that makes it seem that they could make it in time.

Then the actual church compound they are taking Sophie to is 2 hours from the ferry’s arrival point. And they had one car already waiting for them to switch into.

Also they missed the ferry she was on by two hours. Because of the route they took unfortunately.

“What the fuck is up with the guy in the car in the lot?”

So reasonably someone had to go dump the evidence of her being in that car. He was supposed to take her stuff and dump it then get the car detailed. Instead he sat in the lot and enjoyed sniffing her clothes.

Yes, he was jerking off while sniffing her shirt. He didn’t notice everyone gathering outside of his car because he was too busy being a creep.

I originally had one of the ghouls breaking the window and ripping him out of the car, dick still out, but figured this man might be stupid enough to roll the window down slightly. He is also not important enough to have any solid info about where they are taking her. He just volunteered to make the drive to the ferry.

“How did they get away with beating the shit out of the man?”

The same way they got away with dragging DeFroque into the woods and killing him. Omega used a bit of magic and shielded them from outside view. Bullshit out, I know but it fucking worked, okay? It was 2am when I finished writing this chapter and it was all I had left. His eye glowed purple, he scratched through the hood with his fingers, and they’re fucking demons. I’m doing my best okay.

I love the idea of their silver expressionless masks get little blood speckles on them. The guy just beat to shit and coughing it all over them was something I wanted from the beginning of writing the chase scene.

“Why isn’t what the ghouls do with that guy more clear?”

I rated Hellmark 3 T, for one, and I also didn’t want it to turn into a cheesy blood and guts moment. Terzo’s emotions in the moment make this scene in my opinion. Terzo doesn’t give a shit about what happens to him. He just needed a moment to process that he was in love with Sophie. That he didn’t make in time to save her. That he regretted using her affection as a way to get control of the relations between the churches in Forks. That he just wanted to corrupt a pastor’s daughter in a way and caught feelings instead.

I also just love movies that have one person sitting in the car and others getting in drenched in blood or dirty.

I read this chapter to Mr. Steamy and he immediately cut in and said “Those ghouls definitely ate that man.” So I had to cover them in blood.

They also got a moment of silence after buckling in where they all just kind of stare off, like in movies, and that is a brief comedic moment in my opinion. Enough to make you think they are processing what just happened.

“What the fuck do you mean? They just ate a whole ass man in some random parking lot? Why the fuck didn’t they just eat her dad sooner then?”

Yes. They ripped that guy apart and had a lovely snack. Nothing better than to eat a sinner on a random Saturday.

Because the previous archbishop despised the Catholic Church. He wanted nothing to do with anyone across the street. Especially not Sophie. She represented everything taken by the Catholics.

“Well, where is Sophie’s mom?”

Well… that’s a tough one.

I guess we should start with how Candace McCoy ended up marrying DeFroque. She was a sister in the satanic church assigned to the Forks branch that ended up being seduced by DeFroque (who pretended that he wanted to escape his vows and run off with her.)

She had been somewhat involved with the Archbishop, but chose DeFroque after getting baby trapped. She married DeFroque and watched a man that she thought loved her turn into a monster.

DeFroque allegedly sent her off because of her ‘Satanist roots’. The real reason was because she served him with divorce papers and was getting ready to take Sophie with her back to her much older Archbishop.

Candace went to the ghouls and begged them to keep an eye on Sophie, make sure she was loved and cared for, the day before serving him the papers.

Because Candace wasn’t declared dead until after Sophie was an adult, Candace’s will stating that her daughter wasn’t to be left with her father in the case of foul play in her death, she was stuck living with DeFroque.

Candace was checked into a church run mental institution under a false name for ‘her protection’ which is why the ghouls never could find her. All of the Candace’s they would attempt to visit weren’t the correct ones.

Candace’s actual cause of death was malnutrition and dehydration after sixteen exorcisms. She was buried in a community grave under the name Katherine Moore and it was ruled a suicide by the hospital.

(To be clear, Sophie and the ghouls know nothing of any of the last two paragraphs. That’s why it’s never mentioned.)

This was something I grappled with. Mr. S wanted a big reveal of her mom coming back and stopping the wedding or something, but unfortunately I couldn’t do that.

“DeFroque just brings Sophie back?”

Well… yes. He underestimated how stubborn his daughter could be. She blended in and played her role all with the intent of waiting until a good escape window would come.

He figured that it would be better for his public image if his daughter had been ‘fixed by god’. He figures if she’s drugged up at all hours then she won’t cause any issues.

It’s okay tho, he gets what he deserves. In the form of a car using him as a speed bump. (Which is another funny moment in this fic omg.)

In conclusion,

If you read all of this and are confused, please feel free to ask more questions I’d love to hear them. I love talking about all of this, because so much is left on the cutting room floor.

Bonus Features!

If you made it all the way through this then here’s a little treat. The white board I used for this one! (I made whiteboard notes for all of them)