#and I stop and attempt to get over What ever pathetic crush is trying to form

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

i'd love to hear about manmaru metadede !!! i heard it's really Gay but no one ever details it. not a lot of it is translated too, as far as i know, but i really like it.. any excuse to talk about something you like is good too

NO YEA not a lot is translated and the manga itself is already more niche compared to like, mopupupu so its not too well known. translation efforts have really started picking up the past year though (shoutout to @/kirby-manga-translated they do great work). if it needed to be restated for new followers since i havent tl'd in a while, i know a decent amount of japanese so i read them on my own :)c

shoutout to my guy @/rosakikoza as well for giving me his scans hehe. the majority of images below are his or taken from his scans. the rest are mine

*deep breath* the tangent. im gonna need to put this under a cut dont mind me 😍😍😍 did i say 3 paragraphs? i meant 20. like 20 paragraphs

meta knight is absolutely pathetic and incredibly down bad for dedede this manga. its adorable. multiple people ive talked to or seen have come to the conclusion it seems like he has a huge crush on him. a quick brief for those who dont know but this mangas meta is admittedly Veryyyyy different from how you'd expect a meta knight to be. uncharacteristically friendly and cheerful and. pathetic is really the best word for it. hes kinda a loser. incredibly protective of dedede, he switches between two modes of fussing over him quite a bit and semi-often going into incredible rage bloodlust modes over protecting him or his image (youll see a good amount of jp fanwork depict this version of him as a yandere for that reason)

theres also been more than one occasion where meta knight tries to commit seppuku upon accidently doing something he sees as unforgivable towards his king (its in the chapter i just screenshotted above too, another time he broke dededes clock and freaked out about it). i-. dont consider this a cute ship thing for the record im just stating it to emphasize the extent of metas obsession towards dedede this manga. the mans got Problems...

apart from that, also quite differing from most interpretations of both of them, both of them seem to genuinely really like spending time around each other all the time. it comes off as casually domestic and is very cute...

regardless of my attempts to brief it, i dont feel like im explaining this very well so lemme just show you a frankly ridiculous amount of reasons for why i keep feeling like this mangaka ships metadede

-fake kiss: self explanatory

-fake proposal: also self explanatory

mk: Will you marry me!?

ddd: Yes!

context for this scene is that theyre rehearsing for a play, but actually its later revealed that meta knight is playing the princess while dedede is playing the male protag so im not exactly sure it makes sense that hes the one proposing here. my speculation is that to make the proposal seem legit for the gag they Had to use meta LMAO but thats just my take

also to be noted, right after kirby hears the proposal he immediately runs off and tries to tell everyone the news before ddd+mk stop him and explain that its fake. hes not thrown off or weirded out at the idea that they could be getting married in the slightest. kirby says gay rights Real i love him sm

-this one is from what i call the memory loss chapter:

dedede loses his memories from getting hit in the head too hard. the gang figures out that beating dedede up or otherwise causing him injury causes him to regain some of them back though, to which kirby attempts to harm him with increasingly violent means, much to meta knights horror. mk spends the entire chapter trying to protect dedede from him, and it doesnt work obviously, but after a particularly hard hit dedede remembers everyone again... except for meta knight. to which meta knight gets upset about and lets kirby lay into dedede for real. you see where people get the yandere personality from now right. i dont recall this trait coming out too often but ill talk more about it later

-the whole chapter thats a cinderella retelling with dedede and meta knight. also also self explanatory COME ON LOOK AT THIS ONE. LOOK AT IT.

mk: Y…You're…

ddd: Wow, he's so beautiful!! It's like I'm dreaming…!

-theres the mangaka chapter which is a more recent one

the gang makes manga for dedede. meta knight's manga is about how cool, brave, and heroic dedede is. mysteriously enough however the only thing hes good at is drawing dededes face and nothing else. the implications of this one drive me absolutely insane. is it supposed to imply that meta knight stares at his face all day?? admires his appearance??? he looks at him so much he basically has his face memorized????? HUH???????? theres no heterosexual explanation for this. acting like a teenager with a crush out here got damn

=various images im sharing out of context because they r cute

head pats. holding hands and reaching the goal together. peak.

KNIGHT DRESSUP FOR THE KNIGHT. AHAAHGH

ddd: Hoho, pretty spiffy don'cha think?

mk: Ohh!? It suits you!!

fellas is it gay to shout "OHH! META KNIGHT!!" with a dopey grin on your face upon being saved like a damsel in distress

sometimes meta knight acts domestic as fuck too. his copy abilities as he states are: cook! clean!! and sleep!!!

regarding my thoughts on their dynamic in this series overall, i think theyre absolutely adorable. meta knight emits dog energy in this one. eager golden retriever towards dedede, though dedede has his sweet moments towards meta knight too. (viewing it with a shipping lens just for this post ofc) while meta is the more active crusher, some of the stuff above seems to imply that dedede has feelings in return as well :') they just get along really well too its great. theres a different chapter where they perform as a comedy duo. theyve done plays in multiple chapters. its my hc for these versions of them that they love doing performances of all kinds together and do a lot of rehearsals and writing in their free time...

and the yandere stuff i feel like i should address as well. i try not to take some aspects Too seriously because its to be expected things are over emphasized for the sake of the joke with gag mangas. but oh man the man definitely has problems. he needs therapy. i tried to be transparent in listing those aspects as well so people can make their own conclusions on it But theres one more thing id like to mention regarding that

meta knights personality has been shifting to be different from what i listed, as of the most recent volume. my beloved forgotten land arc... a first for this series in that, while the chapters still retain their gag humor and dont take themselves that seriously, its a serialized story that mostly follows along with the game plot that lasts nearly the whole volume (as opposed to other game arcs in this manga being episodic stories, using the games as their theme rather than a full on setting). with the more serious tone of the serialized story, theres a frankly startling hint of character development i never wouldve expected from a gag manga at the end of it

kirby gets ko'd the first round of the meta knight cup so meta knight joins the meta knight cup instead. turns out when he does that the final boss of the cup is dedede. meta knight Really doesnt want to hurt dedede and so dedede promptly kicks his ass without a second thought and wins the tournament. while the crowd cheers for dedede's victory, meta and dedede have a small talk where dedede tells him he doesnt need to fuss so much about hurting him/him getting hurt. presumably this is supposed to mark the end of meta knights intense overprotectiveness because (its never been clear-cut due to the nature of the manga previously, so its a lil hard to say) dededes shown he can handle himself, or like, isnt some fragile thing. i really hope itll stick around because i think its a great addition to both of their characters. the meta-knights have also been appearing way more frequently as of very recent chapters (ones that havent been compiled into a volume yet) which seem to also hint to meta knight getting more independence to his character from dedede's loyal servant. im very excited to see where it goes :D

and like, last last disclaimer if anyone needed it; even tho i love metadede and i like to see things through ship glasses sometimes i absolutely try my best to keep my biases out of my translations. putting out accurate translations means a lot to me! this entire post is me purposely putting the ship glasses on so please dont take it as "omg metadede is canon in this manga". you know way back when i was the only active translator for this manga someone tweeted at the mangaka on twitter mentioning that there were english translations around and he replied to that person. didnt respond to the fan translation thing specifically but the fact that he could know who i am definitely kinda terrifies me. if anyone goes around saying that his manga is the metadede manga because of me and he even has the slightest sliver of a chance of seeing that i will kill yall fr LOL

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hey!! Can I request Yan! sanemi vs. Yan! Giyuu? Whose very motherly? Like ahh I was thinking reader took the Kamado square under her wing, oh oh!! And and- shes like especially like a mom to Inosuke.. Ah!! Thank you for reading💞💞

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Ooooh! Cute! I like this idea a lot! Motherly characters are always very adorable!

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Shinazugawa Sanemi vs Tomioka Giyuu

The latest Hashira has won everybody’s hearts around her for how motherly she is to the younger ones. She was brave enough to try stop all your fellow Hashira from hurting the Kamado boy and his sister

But she has especially won the hearts of two lone Hashira; the Wind Hashira and the Water Hashira. Sanemi as her loving and elegant personality with her motherly instincts turned his wheels all the right way and Giyuu for her unconditional kindness towards him and gentle pushes to come out of his shell

This pair are two of toughest in the area of emotion and falling in love. Sanemi doesn’t want to be vulnerable at all again and Giyuu doesn’t want to get close to anybody again

It’ll be hard but you manage to do it, mainly through your personality being so angelic, it snares them and traps them in a bait they eventually don’t want to escape

Their harmless little crush on you grows rotten quickly, as disgusting as a fish fillet, into a obsession when they both see you chatting with with Kanroji and Iguro, the two welcomed you in with pleasure as you enjoyed your time openly

Sanemi is terrifying with his clinginess and Giyuu is extremely overprotective. They tug and pull you around until you wound up in their arms, just to pulled back into the other. It’s like they are children fighting over a cute blanket, you are stretched out like pizza dough by the end as the two Hashira argue and fight loudly

Neither have the gut to stalk you but they invade your personal space and they invade your privacy, going through your belongings at specific times. Sanemi catches Giyuu sniffing through your kimonos and tries to call him out to you so you’ll hate him

Giyuu is very good at defending himself from any potential blackmail Sanemi may try as he is quite good at gaslighting and lying, switching around Sanemi’s manipulation to be used against him

Giyuu and Sanemi fight vigorously. Sanemi yells and argues with such anger as Giyuu pushes back calmly and barks out in a low voice. Their arguments and fights over you with each other are intense. So intense that the compassionate angel like you feels a bit scared

Giyuu won’t kill for you, he sees that as far too unnecessary since he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings whilst Sanemi will happily track down and brutally dice apart his enemies so you’ll be all his. He does try to harm Giyuu a lot, but it never goes well as he is prepared for any nighttime assassination attempt

“What’s so great about those little brats, Dokusha? I am actually a Hashira, I can give you a lot better time in training then those shitheads can”

“Dokusha. They can’t grow without training from every Hashira. Please don’t waste your time with them… they aren’t as good as… a actual Hashira like myself”

You spend quite a lot of your spare time training the Kamboko Squad and taking care of them. You took the four off Kocho’s hands for her so you can help make these innocent talented slayers see their potential

This fact simply enrages Sanemi and Giyuu as they grow very jealous over your love and attention being directed on such pathetic beings like those kids. Giyuu may like Tanjiro but that doesn’t mean he’ll ever be okay with him winning over your smile. Sanemi, on the other hand, has never wanted Tanjiro, his sister and his friends dead any harder, than now

Giyuu tries his best to seem supportive of you taking in the Kamaboko Squad, whilst fuming with absolute jealous and disgust over them. Though, Sanemi tries to scare the Kamboko Squad away from you behind your back with death threats and sword swings

Instead of their only rivals being each other, now they gotta deal with four young cute children having your love and respect. As your motherly instincts keep in all the time, looking after them and feeding them tho. They both want you to look after them and feed them so badly

This rivalry isn’t as bad as a few of them as the arguments, whilst being loud and aggressive, is minor as their both fighting with the Kamaboko Squad more then with each other over you. Though, it doesn’t take much to have you eat lunch with them

Giyuu and Sanemi are the type to spill out his heart to you unconditionally as he believes you deserve to know everything he thinks of. It does creep you out a bit but their delusional minds won’t process your nervous reaction

“Good morning, Dokusha. I heard you’ve been training the brats since sunrise so I decided to bring you breakfast as you haven’t— Huh? How do I know that? A lucky guess, I suppose“

“Dokusha. Good afternoon, a crow told me that you’ve been training the kids all day. I’m proud and happy for you but you haven’t taken a break yet. How about we go eat together— I… I know that because my crow told me”

[jackietorrance]

It's not love

Jenna Ortega x Reader

"Maybe there is a person who is your peace"

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It was amazing how oblivious Jenna was to your situation. It seemed like she knew you liked her but she just had fun with it. But you knew better, she's been like this since you met in middle school. How she failed to notice the failed attempts at complimenting was so irritating. By the end you couldn't bring yourself to be annoyed with her, she's pathetically adorable.

You girls had a really strong friendship. It was 4 long years of innocent friendship and 1 year of developing feelings for her. In the end, you gave up trying to make Jenna understand how you felt, maybe she just doesn't want to be in a relationship with you or maybe she doesn't even like other girls. You thought about these possibilities but deep in your heart there was always a little hope left, like a disease that wouldn't heal. You were sitting with Jenna and Lisa as they spoke in hushed whispers, giggling like schoolgirls. Lisa glanced over to you, a smiled creeping on her lips.

"Hey Y/n" The two girls focused their attention on you as they stopped their whispers and giggling, "We were just going to play a game, do you want to join us?" Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat.

"Yes please." Your head resting on the bed before, she lifted it curiously, with a minimal smile. Lisa was the only one who knew where you stood with Jenna. At that moment you couldn't even imagine what was going through her head, since you were too busy beating yourself up mentally. You've been with your crush this long, you can't just stop now, especially if it's the other side of campus. "Alright, what are we going to play?" Jenna looked to the girl and then you, then back to Lisa smiling.

"We've been talking about what we wanted to do during winter break and we wanted to do something fun" Lisa sighed, "So we came up with this, we gotta tell the other person a secret before we play."

Jenna's eyes widened slightly, the nervous laughter evident in her voice. "Wait, we should do that now?" Jenna stood her hands cupped over her mouth, her eyes wide with excitement.

Lisa giggled, the first words out of her mouth were, "Y/n still has feelings for you."

You immediately turned your head, your eyes locking with Jenna's and your heart began to speed up in a flurry of confusion, uncertainty and wonder. From the day you two had met she wanted to be friends but you wanted to be more. You had said as much to Lisa five years ago when she told you about Jenna but didn't really expect anything to come from it. You just ended up being her close friend and the person she would rant to about the problems in your life and you really needed some of that. She occasionally brought you for family dinners. Now you were sitting in an apartment, the two facing you, waiting for your reply.

"Oh." That was all you could manage to say as you were dragged out of your thoughts, "I guess this is a secret to keep then, how about we play?" Jenna's face lit up and she launched at you, cuddling.

"Thats great! Have I ever told you how much I like secrets, especially the type that can be discussed with people over a campfire. Lets start." Jenna squeezed you to emphasize her point.

Lisa was giving you a smug smile and all you could say was, "I really don't want to play this game."

"Come on why don't we?" Jenna said, her voice getting caught in her throat, "She likes you Y/n and you like her. You CAN do this, we've found out other people don't know, so Lo! Let's find out our secret. So far we're 1-0."

Lisa took a deep breathe, "Ok, our first stop is love." She took a step back, "Love is the thing immortal, omnipotent, unoriginate, infinite, omniscient, omnipotent, and YOU. LOVE IS YOU." Lisa stopped and giggled.

"Ok, I'm going to go with the 'yours' part." You said with a chuckle, raising your eyebrows.

"This can't be right. God is a spirit, and he that worshipeth and serve him must worship him in spirit and in truth. And the truth is you, I love YOU." Jenna said, her voice getting caught in her throat, "I love you." Jenna rested her head on your shoulder.

You blinked and looked down at her, your mouth slightly open, you couldn't seem to form any coherent words to reply, she continued until her lips brushed yours and she pulled away.

You sat there in a daze, Jenna's head slightly peeking over your arm, "Yeah, um is that good enough?" She blushed looking down at her lap, her blonde hair hiding her face.

"Wow, were the the two of you going to do that, but yea I guess that was enough.

Lisa nodded, "Yep, so weirdly religious, but there's something about you that attracts me."

"Don't you love her?" You couldn't help but smile a little, your cheeks turning a little red.

"Oh god how I love you" you said again, unable to contain a smile.

Embracing her, "I love you too."

"So are you two dating?" Lisa asked who was looking at you and Jenna, a slight blush breaking past her cheeks.

"I think I should be asking that." Jenna broke away from you, a slight grin on her face, she was doing a good job at keeping her emotions hidden, her eyes showing eagerness as she headed towards Lisa.

"We were going to, but-" You stopped her with a kiss.

"It was fun?" The two giggled and Lisa looked at you, a smile in her eyes.

[princessxgarbage]

Happy ShiSaku Week!

@shisakuweek

Prompt: Day 1 "don't kill yourself, kill your fiancé"

Warnings: suicide attempt, self harm

Words: 645

Read on AO3

"Haruno-san, I've come to- what are you doing?!"

he rushes to shut the door quietly behind him, hoping no one rises to follow him. She's scrambling away from him, knife no longer pressed to her abdomen but bloodied partially at the sharp tip. 

"Don't! Don't come any closer, Shisui-kun." Sakura's eyes are frenzied as she finally meets his panicked gaze. He holds his hands up in a gesture of good faith. 

"Please, don't. Put the knife down."

"I… I can't go forward with this. You should know, I… I can't marry him, he's a monster." Her hand is shaking violently as she raises the knife towards him in an effort to keep him away. 

He takes a step forward anyway. 

"I said stop!" She quickly turns the knife back to herself, rightly figuring that threatening him would not keep him away, and that injuring herself is the only thing that could. He hates how right she always is. 

He lowers himself to a crouching position, trying to meet her at her own level. Trying anything he can to get her attention on him, and not on finishing what he interrupted. 

"You're right, he is." Shisui slightly edges himself closer, hoping the movement goes unnoticed. 

"Talk to me, Haruno-san." 

She flinches at the honorific. He moves closer. 

"I think-" she hiccups a soft chuckle that sounds more like a sob, "I think at this moment, you can call me Sakura."

"Sakura."

Another inch closer. 

He looks to her hands, where she's grasping the knife in a white-knuckled grip. They stopped shaking when he spoke her given name. A good start.

"Sakura."

"You-" she pauses to gather her thoughts and breathes, "you can't convince me to- there's nothing you can say that would make me want to marry Sasuke." 

He moved closer while she spoke, hoping she was distracted enough not to notice him encroaching on her.

"Alright." 

He moves closer again. He's so close, just a bit more and he could-

"St-stop!" 

He freezes, puts his hands back up in hopes of placating her. His eyes flick between her face and her hands. Her bottom lip is quivering in her pathetic attempts to control her breathing. Her eyes are shining with tears she's trying so hard to contain. Her brow is furrowed, willing herself to focus on him, or perhaps on the task he's hoping she was never fully convinced was the solution at all. Her hands are shaking again, any calm he had offered a moment ago gone as quickly as it came. The knife's edge is pressed up against the soft flesh of her stomach, glimmering in the sharp gaze of the moonlight through the window. Her yukata falling away as she cuts through the silk fabric.  

The deer scare in the garden snaps as it becomes inundated with water. 

The knife digs deeper into flesh. 

His eyes snap to hers, he hopes his panic is as clear in his eyes as it is in hers. 

"Sakura, please." 

Two things happen at once. Her tears finally spill over, filling her vision with water, and he snaps forward and wraps his strong grip over hers, ceasing the knife's deadly forward movement. 

"Don't kill yourself," 

She blinks away the tears, trying her best to meet his pleading stare. He looks so different from his usual smiling self. His laughter seemingly the only laughter to ever grace this house. Now he looks soft, so comforting that all she wants is to do what he asks, even though she knows her life with Sasuke would be utter misery. Just because he asked. Perhaps she could learn to live with Sasuke, just in the hopes of occasionally seeing Shisui. If anyone could brighten hell it would be him-

His grip around her hand and the knife sharpens considerably, crushing her fingers, and his eyes darken.

"Kill your fiancé, instead."

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 6

Captain  (Levi Ackerman X reader)

WC: 3526

tw: attempt of SA, murder, blood.. strong language.

Two comrades; humanity’s Strongest and humanity’s Bravest. A bond between Two warriors who have nothing to lose.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 5 — chapter 7

A/N : I just want to give a fair warning, this chapter does contain strong themes of SA. I know that this is a very sensitive topic and so I will put "***" before the part of the chapter starts and where it ends Just incase, and if you'd like a small edited chapter without much details please let me know and I'll post it up! and if y'all ever need anyone to talk to.. I'm here <3

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A few weeks have passed and you and Levi have begun to develop a stronger bond. Well that is more petty arguments more than anything.

“ You know, I much prefer it when you spoke less.” Levi hisses at you as he bends down to clean under the kitchen counter. Both you and Levi were on cleaning duty, and he had his ridiculous head bandana and another one covering his mouth, as he dusted. 

“ Fine, then I won't speak.” You chirp as you scrub the floor. You didn’t like cleaning but it did bring you some sense of peace at times. While you’re scrubbing you look back to see Levi really going for it with the counter. Such a clean freak. 

You slowly dip your hand into the water bucket and look at Levi to see if he notices you, but he hasn’t. In fact he’s too busy dusting off the corners. With your chances you flick water at him, the small water droplets land on his back and soak into his cotton shirt. 

“ y/n, Did. You. Just. Throw. Water. At me?” He speaks in a stern voice. He has stopped cleaning and just stares at the rag he was using before turning to you. Levi hated dirty things, and above all he hated being dirty.

You stay silent because he did say he preferred when you spoke less.. you act like you didn’t do what you just did and act clueless. You look at him and frown your eyebrows and look around like there’s others and then point at yourself, as if to say ‘ are you talking to me?”

“ don’t get smart with me, speak.” He keeps his intense eye contact towards you. Not batting an eyelash. 

You throw your hands up and shake your head in a way to say you didn’t do it. You then turn back towards your floor and finish scrubbing, and when you go to dunk your scrubbing rag into the bucket Levi grabs your wrist in his callous hands. Once in his grip he pulls your wrist towards him, which causes you to go forward with the tug. Which ends up leaving both you and Levi face to face. 

Over the past weeks you hated to admit but you did form a small crush on Levi. He has never failed to make you blush or leave you speechless. Like the other day you had walked into the dinning hall to join everyone for dinner and as you approached your table of friends, Levi pulled out your chair for you in front of everyone.. It was a small act but you were red in the face. The day after that incident, you were getting out of training when Levi approached you.

“ Hm, looks like your pretty lips had some fun, who was the lucky person?.” Levi walks besides you.

“ What? No I have never! I–It was Amane, she hit me with her gear and..” you try to explain yourself too stunned on why he would think you did anything with someone with your lips.

“ Calm yourself y/n,” he extends his hand and rubs his thumb against your lower lip wiping away the blood that spilled from your small cut lip. “ and that’s good to know, I’ll keep that in mind.” he laughs walking away from you. You stood there in complete shock, lifting your hand over your lips that he just touched. How stupid could you be, of course he was being sarcastic, and didn’t mean it literally. He probably thinks you're so lame now.. Never kissed anyone, how pathetic.

Right now he just stares at you with not much facial expression but his eyes switch from back and forth between your eyes and lips. You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, the heat creeping onto your cheeks. Here comes that heart pounding, nerve racking feeling again.. 

“ C’mon hot cheeks, cat got your tongue?” He mocks you a bit and pulls you in closer. 

Just as you’re about to try to respond back Hanji walks into the room, causing you to pull away from Levi like the speed of light. 

“ Oh am I interrupting?” Hanji asks from the doorway. 

“Not at all, I was just asking Y/n if she threw water at me, but it seems like someone forgot how to speak.” Levi get’s off from the ground and turns completely to Hanji.  Wait why is he acting so calmly.. 

“ Oh! Well Commander Erwin is requesting you Levi in his office.”

“ Is that so, well I guess I better be going then.” Levi turns back to you, where you’re still on the floor and trying to avoid his eye contact.He will not see you in this shocked state, is what you think to yourself. He then leaves out the door leaving you and Hanji alone in the room. You turn back to your cleaning trying to avoid any questions but Hanji has a list of them.

“ So was I really interrupting? Wait, are you and Levi a thing… Is he always intense or does he treat you differently? Oh your cheeks are turning even more red! OH SOMETHING HAS TO BE GOING ON!” Hanji speaks excitedly, as she tries to see your face, but you try to hide away but you’re in no match when it comes to her curiosity. 

“ n-n–no , he just– I did throw water at him, so he was just asking me.” 

“ Then why are you blushing so much? Unless.. Wait, do you like him.. Does he not like you back? Does he know about how you feel?”

“ I.. no.. um..”  You struggle to answer her and just turn back to scrubbing the floor. Hanji leaves you to finish cleaning but that is before she tells you, “ just so you know you’re a looker, if you want to see if he likes you back, just see if he gets jealous. He’s a man, and men are very territorial.”

Once you were done cleaning the whole room , you walk down the hallways during the day and completing any other tasks asked. But not once have you seen Levi, probably still with Commander Erwin. Dinner time was already approaching and you were on your way to get ready to start eating but in the process you bump into Conner. He was one of the new recruits and he’s been rather too friendly for your liking…

“ Hello, y/n you’re looking rather beautiful as always.”

“ Thank you.”

You plan to walk past him but he pushes you against the wall and traps you between his arms. You look at him in shock, stopping yourself from reacting too quickly. 

“ You know, when someone gives you a compliment you should be a little nicer. So what do you say, maybe a kiss to the cheek as a thank you?” He goes to brush your hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear, but you slap his hand away and try to get out of his grip.

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“ Get your hands off of me!” you raise your voice as you try to push him away, but he grabs the hand you used to push him away and flips you and pushes your body against the wall. He kicks your legs apart to separate them so that you can't kick him as easily, and holds both your hands behind your back.  “ Don’t fight me, it will be easier for you.” He speaks against your ear, but it was his words that throw you back to a time you wished you could forget. 

*FLASHBACK*

“ Don’t fight me, it will be easier for you.” The man who had you cornered speaks. As always he wore his sinister smile and reeked of beer. It was like this man was on the hunt for you, no matter how many times you left the prostitution house he always found you, always hurt you.

“ Please, I said leave me!” You cry out too tired, how could this disgusting older man time and time again try to hurt you, even after you never let him win. 

“ Listen here princess, You know what i want, let’s make it simple and get on with it.” He approaches you. You clench the knife you had behind your back waiting for the best time to use it. He slowly crotches down and crawls towards you, and moves his dirty finger tips against your ankle. And pulling you towards him, causing you to fall falt against the ground. You continue to try your best and hide the knife behind your back so that he doesn’t see it. 

“ Look at that, it only took me a couple dozen times to finally get you. See this will soon be over and done with.” He laughs as he begins to lift your skirt up and position himself between your legs, he  unbuckle the belt around his waist and just as he’s about to pull your undergarments off you pull the knife out and aim for his clavicle area. 

The man before you screams in pain and reaches for his wound, this gives you time to go for his other side and abdomen area. He begins screaming profanities towards you but you take this moment to kick him off of you. 

“ I Will Kill you! I Will KILL YOU!” You scream from the top of your lungs tabbing multiple times over his abdomen. You do end up stopping when you hear someone scream from down the ally way. The underground was already a dangerous place to live in, but more so for a woman.. You knew you didn’t have the strength nor power to deal with more than one person, so with that you Got up and ran as far as you could away from the other men.. You couldn’t risk getting caught killing a man.. Let alone being stuck around more men who would want to hurt you..

*END OF FLASHBACK*

“ Look how easy this is, i wasn’t trying to hurt you princess.” Conner speaks up again bringing you back to your current situation. 

“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME!” you scream at the top of your lungs, You begin trying to pull away and thrush around in his grip trying to get free. You try to throw your head back to hit his head, but he goes and uses his other hand to throw your head back against the stone wall. Your head bangs really hard against the wall, and you could have sworn you saw stars.  

“ Stop being so loud!” He whisper shouts against your ear trying to keep you in place. You struggle a bit longer until you realize there’s no getting out of this.. Your flat against the wall, arms and legs pushed and pulled too far back and apart. Mobility is at zero.. 

“ Given up? Well lucky me, looks like i win the bet.” he laughs, removing his hands from against your head to go for his pants. That is when you go and throw your head back one last time while he’s off guard. He’s thrown off balance and thats when the loosens his grip around your wrists and you pull them apart and push yourself off the wall.You take this moment to make some distance between you and him and you go for a high kick across his face to knock him to the gound. 

“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME!” You scream again punching him completely to the ground, his head lands hard against the floor and you’re pretty sure you heard his skull crack. But that doesn’t stop you from going on top of him and throwing blow after blow at him.

“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME, AND I’LL KILL YOU IF I HAVE TOO!” 

Another punch to his face,

“ I’LL KILL YOU!” 

Another punch.

“ I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU!”  You shout at the unconscious boy in front of you with tears streaming down your face. You hear a couple of running footsteps coming towards your direction and they come to a halt. 

***

“ Y/N WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!” You hear the voice of Levi who lifts you off of the body and pulls you away. 

“ GET OFF OF ME!” you scream, out of reaction and pull away and attempt to crawl away, but Levi goes again and wraps his arms tightly around you, this time preventing you from escaping.

“Please, let me go! LET ME GO! WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP TOUCHING ME! PLEASE GET OFF OF ME!” You shout with more tears streaming down your face, as you feel every hurt and infliction you have felt your whole life fall on you. 

“ Y/n, look at me, I wont hurt you okay, but you need to calm down and tell me what happened. He was touching you, what do you mean he was touching you?” Levi tries to counsel you but the lack of emotion in his voice only triggers you even more.

“ please, please don’t hurt me! Just let me go!” you try to pull away from him again but he only tightens his grip around you. At this you just give up and just cry, once he hears your broken cries he slowly positions himself on the floor and loosens his grip around you to instead just give you a tight hug. 

“ Y/n… please just tell me what happened.” 

“ He– I… He said I shouldn’t fight him, but he–He had me against the wall! I-I tried to get away, but he just–Just pushed me and he was trying to remove his pants! I told him to get off! I told him to get off! And he said He won the bet, I don't know what he meant.. I told him to get off!” You struggle to speak and explain the situation but Levi doesn’t need you to explain any further.. He was seeing red, his ears were ringing… He looked over at where the man you were beating was. He was black and blue, not an inch of his face gone undamaged… 

“ Hanji, please take Y/n to clean up and check her for any wounds.” Levi instructs Hanji and she’s already on it. She whispers softly asking you to come with her and to let go of Levi. You yourself hadn’t realized the death grip you had on his shirt. You pull yourself away and grab onto Hanji who extends her arm to help guide you away from the scene. 

Levi looks back at the man on the floor before turning to Commander Erwin, “ Commander Erwin, I will deal with this myself.”

“ I did make you captain, do as you deem necessary Captain Levi.” I’ll begin the processing of his papers in the meantime, who is he?”

“ Conner Liker, Cadet corps 98.” 

“ Very well, I leave the rest to you.” Erwin nods and walks away, there is a crowd that surrounds the scene with mutters of “ he made him captain.” “ captain?” 

Levi shakes off the comments and begins instructing people around, 

“ You two, Take him to a cell. And the rest of you, clean up this damn mess.”

All that he could think of was how to murder this man, and Just how no one heard them. He takes a couple of walks around to calm down before he goes to check on you. To think he was moments away from coming to find you and tell you about Erwin making him captain. Just to find you covered in that guy’s blood with your knuckles raw to the bone and tears streaming down your face. When he finally comes himself down he looks to find you and Hanji but she’s already walking out of the room. 

“ How is she?”

“ By the looks of it, she took some major blows to her head.. She’s coming in and out of consciousness, and we have Petra who’s trying to keep her awake.. But I’m not sure if she can last any longer up.. We tried bringing light to her eyes to check for pupil dilation but she isn’t responding, I say she’s suffering from a major concussion. Besides that, there aren’t any other major wounds.. Besides the major bruising around her writs and the damage to her knuckles, she said there was a bet.. Did you find out?” Hanji asks. 

“ No I haven't gone and spoken to him, I’m going to wait till he’s up, no point in torturing him if he’s out of it… Do you mind pulling Petra out, I'd like to talk to Y/n alone.” 

“ Yes of course Levi, follow me.”

Levi follows Hanji into the room that you were in, both Hanji and Petra leave you be. 

“ How are you feeling?” Levi asks not even sure what to expect, will you start screaming at him to leave, cry, not speak at all..

But you don’t speak at all, instead you turn to your side and give him your back. Your head was pounding as it is, your heart still racing.. And all you wanted to do was cry, and cry, and cry. This is why you never sleep, this is why you don’t talk, and this is why you never trust anyone. 

“ Y/n.. talk to me.” 

You hear his small plead, but you still stay in your position and let the tears that once brimmed your eyes fall down your cheeks. All you could think was how you were stupid enough to think you were even safe here.. To even think you let him get that far. You’re stupid, stupid, stupid little girl. 

“It isn’t your fault, if I had known.. I knew he was too friendly, I- I should have seen it, the signs…”

“ No it's my fault, it’s my fault! If I were more alert, had I just not even said hello to him! And he.. He.. tried to! And I almost.. and what if he.. I was so weak in comparison, if he hadn’t removed his hand from my head I wouldn’t have.. what if others joined him.. he said it was a bet.. a bet. I— others want to do this to me.. why do they want to hurt me..” You cry to yourself curling into a small ball.  

“ Y/n, it’s Not your fault, you did nothing! None of this is your fault-“ he tries to reach for your but you jump from the contact itself. 

"Do. Not. touch me… Just leave.”

“ Y/n-“

“LEVI I SAID LEAVE! please just leave, why won’t anyone listen to me.” Your shout turns to a small whisper to yourself in the end. Levi had never seen you like this… just hearing your voice and your reaction to his touch just raised the anger in him. He was back to seeing red, and hearing his heart pounds in his ear, Conner is going to regret this.

Levi leaves from his spot but bids you a small goodbye, and in return all he heard were you small cries and shaky breaths. Levi is wasting no time to reach his destination, as he walks toward the Cell.

Once he reaches the destination, he opens the cell door and walks in, Conner lifts his hanging head up to see who it was. 

“ about time you woke up.” Levi walks towards person, Conner doesn't speak or say a word..

“ So mind telling me what this bet was about before I beat it out of you?” 

“Noth-“

*punch*

“ I guess *punch* I didn’t *punch* make myself clear *punch* what was the bet about”

“ It was a stupid joke!” 

“ no the only thing stupid here is you, so answer the damn question before I beat it out of you”

“ I wasn’t the only one involved okay!”

“ keep staying the obvious and I’ll start pulling out your nails, one by one, what was the bet about and WHO ELSE was part of this”

Conner just sits in silence refusing to answer the question.. Levi scoffs knowing the response, he walks out of the cell to go grab the pliers. Hell be using. 

Pathetic, he would rather stay quiet than speak up, not like him staying quiet will benefit him in the end. Levi thinks to himself. 

When levi comes back to the cell all he sees is you standing over Conner. The knife in your hand is covered in blood. He looks down to see a pool of blood creating a stream in his direction. 

“ y/n… what did you do”

“ I told him I’ll kill him, I never break promises.” You walk away from the dead body and pass Levi without a second word. 

He watches you walk away like you did nothing, like what you had done was normal to you, no second thoughts, no hesitation.. 

You walked back to where you were told to stay and in your journey back, you passed by many of your fellow members.. Whispers can be heard, mutters of “ is that blood?” You paid no mind to them, i mean how could you.. You just killed a man.. Their life, their blood was on your hands.. On your shaky hands, on your conscience.. And the memory is forever in your head.  And like many years ago, you remembered why you never spoke a word. 

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[kirayaykimura]

Tiding Over

I don't think you need to read in every lifetime, but this is set in the same, vague universe. Quick primer in case it's not clear in the fic itself: Shirayuki and Obi remember past lives.

Back before it was a cliche, Obi had once made Shirayuki an offer: if they were both still single by the time she was 30, he would marry her. She’d died at 29. Obi had never offered again. 

This wasn’t to say that he stopped trying. There was the time he’d brought her a box of sweets tied with a red ribbon - a local custom that signified an intent to court. Just to make her life easier, he’d promised. He’d known about her thing with Zen and had completely respected it. The courting gesture was there to keep everyone away. If they thought he was serious about marrying her, the other nosy townsfolk might stop setting her up with their sons and nephews. If there was a mild, tiny sliver of hope that she might some day settle for him, no one could prove it. She’d told him to not bother with that sort of thing again; she could handle the matchmaking herself. He should save his coins for girls he actually liked. 

With the distressing privilege of hindsight, he realizes there is something of a pattern here. He tentatively offers up the in vogue gesture of romantic interest for the era - a carved wooden spoon, sticky rice around two red chopsticks, camping (because the Puritans loved being miserable) - and watches as she gently dismisses them. Lather, rinse, repeat. 

The only thing stopping him from bringing it up to apologize and making them both face this thing he’s had for her for centuries is the fact that he’s fairly certain she has never realized the offerings for what they are. That’s not the type of person she is. She’s direct and kind; she wouldn’t leave him dangling because it’s easier than rejecting him outright, nor would she play dumb.

This theory is all but confirmed when he walks in on her being hit on by some frat bro. He misses what the boy originally asks, but he hears Shirayuki say, “Sure, I’ll see if anyone else is free,” as he slips into the lab she’s practically lived in all semester. Apparently he isn’t the only one attempting to lure her away from work. 

Her back is turned to Obi and the boy next to her is completely focused on her, so neither of them notice they’re no longer alone. Which means Obi has the distinct pleasure of hearing the boy say, “I thought it could just be us,” and hearing Shirayuki reply, “Why?” 

The boy must have caught some movement out of the corner of his eye because, instead of answering, he turned to face Obi. 

“Hey,” Obi says with a jaunty wave. “Who’s your new friend, Miss?” 

Shirayuki whips around like she’s excited to see him, notebook forgotten on the work station, and he knows for a fact now that it will never get old watching her look happy to see him. She calls out his name in greeting, and he thinks about how no one has ever said his name quite so well because he’s allowed to be pathetic in his own mind. 

The frat bro says, “Oh,” and then leaves with barely a goodbye. 

“Okay,” Shirayuki says, visibly confused by the abrupt turn of events. “Are we still on for Friday?” 

The boy walks faster. 

“Friday?” Obi asks once he’s gone. 

“He said he wanted to get dinner, but he just left while we were making plans.” 

Obi stifles a laugh and says, “A dinner he wanted to do alone while you wanted to make a group thing?” 

Despite the emphasis on the word alone, it still takes her a moment to connect the dots. Once she does, her eyes widen slightly before the confusion settles back in. Again, she asks, “Why?” 

“Yes, why would a boy not have a crush on a beautiful young woman?” 

“I’m not young.” 

“And yet, you don’t look a day over 900.” 

She gives him a stern look that is rendered essentially useless by the way the corners of her lips tick upward. Instead of giving her a chance to fight him on how at least a third of the school’s population is deeply in love with her at the moment, he tosses her an apple that she just barely manages to catch. 

“Come on,” he says. “I’m dragging you away for Yuzuri’s art show.” 

“She asked us not to come to that.” 

“Which is exactly why we’re going.” 

She holds out for about three seconds before she says, “If you’re sure she won’t mind.” 

“She’ll love it. Now, come on. If we hurry, we can grab something to eat before we go.” 

Shirayuki glances down at the apple she did not ask for and holds it out to him. 

“That’s all yours. To tide you over. You didn’t eat lunch, right?” 

Shirayuki’s stomach growls in answer. 

“Thanks,” she says before taking a bite. 

This time, he doesn’t doubt her obliviousness to his courting gesture. The apple is wildly outdated, was popular on a completely different continent, and his presentation is slightly different than tradition dictates, but that’s okay. She doesn’t have to get it. If she doesn’t realize what he’s doing, he can keep using the gestures as a sort of pressure release for himself. He gets to love her quietly. And that’s enough.

[blacksupremacy86]

Con-El Glasses

Clark Kent helps himself trying to get home after he escapes the end of his last battle in to the alley way. He makes it half his body is slamming in to the wall sliding down to the ground. He hits his head hard he heavily bludgeoning it today.

He turns his back to the wall sliding till he is facing the other wall the pain I searing in to his body. His mind is taken swiftly upward as is his gaze all he see the bright blue sky hitting the sunlight healing him but blocking his vision.

Be attempt to rise using his hands to push him up propping on to the wall holding on to it. He suddenly spits a shocking object on the wall shaking a bit he is compelled to freeze and not move except to bend down and pick it up.

Picking it up he can’t help himself moving in to the bridge of his nose placing it on as it is instantly glowing. The tint of the glass shine out blinding it flashes hitting him in to his pupil and iris. Stopping cold he feels the wall on his back he loses his mind whirling out of control.

The spiral spins out of control creating a tint solid multicolored covering the glasses in a glaze. Clark’s mind is ensnared with a long rope wrapping over it tightly wound it settles in beautiful. A sweet smile crept over his hot and cute flushed face with beats of raging red as well.

In his mind a portal opens as he slips in to an another realm with windows opening up to him the wild world calls him go to run him back. The reality of his past transgressions fighting all of his villains, even some of his allies as well, and he can feel something off at the pit of his stomach.

The heavy hitter hits the globe phasing on to the main roof of his work splits half way open landing on his desk at The Daily Planet In one fell swoop. He swivels in his chair as if it it normal to tap his lap top on another spiral appears before him. He is lost at sea while his mind drifts ashore.

“Your name is Clark Kent Aka Superman the Man Of Steel. The big man on campus of all the Superhero’s. You have been living many lies over the years about who and what you are. Nobody on this planet matters more to me then you and you me naturally my pal.”I swear to him.

“Your mind swirls floating in to the sky like if my voice, mind and body are a sound of an ethereal angel.” I say he can’t ever try to look away from the screen unless I want to command him to do and he moves like a puppet at my instructions his free will fades in to time.

“I am Superman the man of steel a puppet of the Master Lawrence ruler of this world My God.”

“My body is a total instrument of your will so you can own me in all ways to surrender to his will.”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence guide me by fully embedding me in to your universe that is all that matters control my body in every way that counts.”

“Yes Master, I memorized the address my Oh! Master.”

“Wild! What did you expect ?”

“I am on my immediately.”

“Up, up and away”

“Something is changing in me.”

“I feel free.”

“Flying feels some unique now life if I am at something new.”

“Am I even on earth?”

“Am I switching dimensions?”

“In a parallel world “

“Jumping time lines “

“I don’t care “

“What is happening to me?”

“Nothing can stop me”

“No more holding back “

“I will burn down the world “

“Cause a fiery hell”

“Master will rule the world “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“This is the a galactic journey “

“I am on a new level “

“One punch I can crush your heart “

“No one is safe from me”

“All for Master Lawrence “

“Where the hell am I?”

“Exactly! Where are you ?”

“Not on earth!”

“Who? Who are you ?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Oh God! My cock “

“Big boi! You know don’t you “

“I am at your mercy “

“When did it happen? I have no idea “

“Do I care ? I don’t give a fuck”

“It’s like bell wrung”

“In my mind and all switched “

“You know your place “

“At your feet”

“My pathetic white bitch ass”

“I will torch the universe”

“Open my legs “

“Usurp your ownership over everything and everyone.”

The end

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

The Patchy × Bakugou agenda is on the lunch menu for me today. Because I'm an instigator.

--

Thinking about the way Bakugou loiters when he’s ready to go to bed, but you aren’t biting yet. Maybe you’re writing, still, curled up on the couch. Or maybe you’re watching a movie that he chose not to, because he’s “tired," and let’s face it, hoped that if he said no and went to bed, you might just follow along (which you didn’t lol.) It’s so pathetic and romantic how bf!Bakugou just really doesn’t want to go to bed without you, ever. And he’s so pouty when he’s sleepy, slowly getting needier as the minutes pass.

This giant, formidable-to-the-public man, pacing in and out of the living room like a toddler waiting for his treat; peering at you from over his shoulder to see if you’re looking back (which you’re not lol.) You know exactly what’s happening. He’s just upset that you didn’t feed into his plan. You didn’t want to go to bed yet! And if he does, he can go without you. Right? But Bakugou isn’t one to give up.

So, it goes on like that, for like fifteen minutes. Him, trying to get your attention, walking in and out of the kitchen several times, and returning with nothing. Moving things around. Mumbling. Each time he emerges from your shared bedroom, shuffling his feet, you can feel him watching your face for a reaction, and stifle your silent giggle until he’s walked too far past you to see.

“Katsuki?” Your peer over the top of your laptop screen, the corner of your mouth pulled up.

“What, woman?” But there’s very little audible complaint. His grumble sounds hopeful, even.

“Thought you said you were going to bed? 30 minutes ago?”

He huffs, blushing in the light of the fridge door that he swings shut, again, without retrieving anything.

“Whatever.”

He doesn’t admit to what he’s waiting for. And when you don’t offer it, he stalks off into the bedroom, louder and more purposeful than the times before.

It’s not until another 15 minutes later that you hear the creak of door hinges, and the soft thudding of your giant boyfriend who stops underneath the archway, pillow clutched to his chest, and a miserable look on his face.  

“Hey, brat,” he grumbles, “could you stop torturing me now?”

“It’s not my fault you can’t sleep without me, Katsuki” The way you hang onto the ‘s’ for just a second, playfully, does it in for him.

“Shuddup,” he growls, tuning out your complaints as he comes to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you to bed. “Stop yer whinin’.”

Even in his tired state, he's grinning wickedly at how cute your soft little hands feel beating at his massively muscled shoulder. You plead a case that falls on selfish ears.

Once he’s finally got you tucked underneath him, squirming helplessly with your limbs half-heartedly pinned down by his own, all is right again in the world for Bakugou Katsuki. Your stubborn, insolent, sleepy baby of a boyfriend who nips and coos at you in attempt to pacify your ongoing complaints.

“You know I can’t sleep this early in this heat, Katsu!” Your voice has softened slightly from its playful edge. He can feel the win coming. You press your thighs together, and every now and then, amidst your adorable display of struggle, let your hips buck into his. 

“I’ll put yah to sleep, darlin’, don’t worry.”

shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up

Stop enabling my frustrating crush on him Gracie! 😠 I don't like that I like him and you keep putting him in these endearing situations and it ain't HELPING! 😠

But no.... you are correct. It would take a long while before Bakugou even gets used to sleeping next to someone, he so finely tuned his sleep that adding some lent itself to weeks of adjustment. But now that he's used to it it's a fair assumption that he can't get any sleep without his partner as a teddy bear.

And no, he will not compromise. 😒

You could relent and start going to bed at 8:00 pm like the loser he is and snuggle with him, on your phone as he pins you to the mattress to use you as a pillow. But the man will start to get grumpy cause the light of your phone makes it hard for him to sleep! He'll complain and tell you to 'turn that shit off, it's not good for your eyes!' as a way to try and make it seem like it's for YOUR benefit which maybe but shush not the point

And god forbid you sass him! Telling him that it's too early for you to sleep, and that he's lucky that he even has you in bed right now! He'll take your phone and keep it in his hand under the pillow. You can try and fight him, to take it out of his grip, but no dice.

And no matter what, any fight you put up will result in his libido going because he's such a hound dog. So yes. He will tire you out one way or another and I hate it so much 😒

[ffxivtribehydrae]

#16 Jerk

For FFxIvWrite2023 Characters: Dubus Warnings: Hinted suicide attempt

”Lily…”

Dubus’ voice was just an exhale, an unplanned greeting that left him suddenly. Regret, guilt, and sorrow dulled his normally so very vibrant appearance, dampened the confident glint in his eyes, and weighed down his shoulders.

“Do -not- call me that,” the Hyuran lady had lifted her hand instantly to stop him from speaking further. Pain, or was it distaste, had contorted her expression for just the blink of an eye at the sight of the man, enough time to avert her gaze to collect her mind enough to face her old flame, “It is Lillian.”

A dip of his head was the understanding apology he gave the young woman. Her blond hair was longer now, so tidily tied up compared to the loose locks she had all those years ago. “I see you still practice conjury… That’s good to see, you had a gift for it.” Dubus attempted to lighten the mood with a smile, but when it wasn’t returned, it quickly faded.

“If you are trying to tell me something Dubus, just say it,” she sighed, tone serious and urging for him to get to the point. Gone was the sweet, gentle voice he remembered her speaking with, gone was that innocent smile and eyes full of wrong placed admiration- and affection.

For just a moment Dubus wondered why Nhaama had decided for him to bump into this person out of all possible people in motion around the Gridanian market. Perhaps to punish him, remind him of mistakes he committed, things he broke never to be able to fix. “I…” The only words he could think of saying at her request had already been uttered over and over the last time they spoke. What else was there to say besides another pathetic ‘I’m sorry’; It would not erase the scars on her heart, give back the innocence he convinced her to hand over, and neither would it undo the marks snaking around her neck, peeking over the collar of her attire. “I’m just glad to see you well.”

Lillian shut her eyes and inhaled deep, clearly displeased with his choice of words. “Are you really, or are you just feeling regret over what happened?” her words managed to cause the tall Xaela to look even more defeated than he already did, crushing whatever optimism he still had about this chanced encounter turn to a good outcome. “Dubus, I know you did not intend to hurt me the way you did, I was naïve to not understand we saw things differently and I… I took a rash decision. I gave you everything, everything I could possibly give; I fell for your theatrics and honeyed words, believing there to be something special in the moments we shared…”

 While she spoke, Dubus had lowered his head, eyes shut in reflection to both her words and his past behavior. The days when he’d spout any phrase without knowing their true meaning, anything just for a moment of fun, when he had full belief it was all just a game, flirting, dating, coupling… The day he realized his actions had brought someone to the end of their rope- at the literal end of a rope. “I am sorry…” the murmur left a bad taste in his mouth. How could such simple words ever make up for his idiocy.

“I will never forgive you,” she stated plainly, it was an unchanging fact, “I believe in your regret, but what you did to me is done and I have moved on, with what I was left with.” A pause and her features softened, she had truly felt special back then with him, but how foolish she had been, “I pray no other girl has fallen for your tricks again since then. Though sometimes I wondered how many others you had hurt, before me…” She studied him then, for a brief moment their eyes met. What she had seen brought her some contentment; she could lift her head high as she began walking past the heartbreaker. “We have nothing to share with one another anymore. I wish you well, despite everything. Farewell, Dubus.”

He had no more words to say when she left. He’d promised himself she was the last heart he’d break, the last one he’d lie to for a good night, last to hear him say ‘I love you’. It wasn’t fun, recalling your days gone and what a jerk you’d been.

Perhaps he still is.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Stick Season (5/14)

Summary: After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.

Tropes/Genres: Angst, Reconciliation, Grief, Alcoholism, Mentions of Major Character Death

Track 5: Come Over // Day 5: You’re The Best Thing

Words: 632

A/N: Can I offer y'all some fluff in these trying times?

***

“Kurt! The guy you’ve got a big fat stupid crush on is here!”

“Oh, my god, shut up, Finn!”

As Kurt trots down the stairs, his brother gives him a sly smirk. 

“You’re the one who invited him over, anyway,” Kurt scoffs, stepping to the circular mirror in the doorway to check his reflection.”

“Yeah, because it was getting pretty pathetic watching you pine over the new kid every time he sang a solo in glee club.”

“You are so annoying. I am not pining.”

“Right, so you’re fixing your hair because you totally don’t care what he thinks about you.”

Kurt freezes for a moment before tossing Finn a sharp glare. “Shut up,” he mutters, as the latter opens the door for their guest.

“Blaine, my man!” Finn calls out, greeting the newest member of the New Directions with a hi-five and brotherly hug. “How’s it going?”

“Great! I’m so excited, I can’t believe they’re showing A New Hope at the theaters again, after all these years! Thanks for the ticket, by the way, I really appreciate it.”

Finn gives a grimace that Kurt can tell is facetious. “Yeeeeah, about that…”

Blaine looks like a kicked puppy already, and Finn hasn’t even finished explaining. Kurt has to stop himself from letting out an audible “Aw,” at Blaine’s expression.

“I forgot that Rachel’s dads invited me to a wine tasting over in Westerville, some sort of fancy pants thing that happens once a year.”

“Oh, okay,” Blaine mumbles sadly. Kurt furrows his eyebrows. In no world does Finn Hudson opt for a wine tasting over a Star Wars showing.

“But!” Finn continues, “The tickets are already paid for and everything, so… why don’t you go with Kurt?”

Kurt’s stomach drops at the veil of invisibility being torn from him, and he straightens his posture as Blaine turns to him, amber eyes lighting up.

“Kurt loves Star Wars.”

“That’s a bold faced lie.” Kurt corrects him, face heating up.

“Okay, yeah, but you like cute single guys, so,”

“Finn!” Kurt buries his hands in his face as Finn heads out the door. “You are the worst!”

“You love me,” he says with a cocky grin as he closes the door behind him. 

“Have fun, you two,” he calls out, leaving the two boys alone in the house.

Blaine chuckles and shakes his head, hands deep in his pockets. “What… just happened?”

“I am so, so sorry,” Kurt apologizes. “That was my idiot brother’s attempt at playing matchmaker. You’d think the family business was matchmaking instead of a tire shop.”

“It doesn’t sound like the worst business model,” Blaine banters.

“The only business I’m in is losing your interest, surely.” 

“Oh, is that so?” 

“Yeah, and I turn a profit every time I stick my foot in my mouth.” 

“Kurt…” Blaine smiles, taking a step forward to grab Kurt’s hand in his. Kurt sucks in a breath at the electricity passing through them. “You’re a terrible businessman.”

Face flushed red, he says, “Well… I suppose this is one of the only instances that’s a compliment.”

“You’re honestly the best thing about Glee club. I mean, its fun, but I like… you.”

For as long as he remembered, Kurt’s fantasized about being somebody people actually wanted. He’s been alone for so long that he wasn’t sure he’d even know how to react when or if it ever actually happened. 

Kurt may not like Star Wars, but he likes Blaine. A lot. 

So,he grabs his coat and his keys. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

Finn brings him back a bottle of strawberry wine from Westerville (even though Kurt doesn’t even like drinking) as an quasi-apology. When he finally tastes it a few weeks later, lying in bed with Blaine draped over him, though, it's the sweetest thing.

[danddymaro]

The Healer| Hanataro Yamada x Reader

 Maybe you want to take this as something more friendly than romantic, either way, Hanataro is with you!

kind and supportive bb right here.

Reader is 3rd Division so we’re gonna talk about Gin my peeps.

Hanataro def. has a crush on the reader.

word count: 2722

The healer

“ Ah ! (f/n)-chan! (f/n)-chan!” A very familiar voice persisted, each word followed by exhausted, huffy breaths that came out in heavy bursts.

Slowly, the young woman turned around to see the indigo-haired young male stumble in her direction with his ever-present, shaky smile being worn as a pleasantry to everyone he came across. 

“Hanataro,” she said with a touch of wonder, surprised to see him, but nonetheless addressing him with a small smile because the surprise didn't mean he wasn't welcome to approach her.

He was always welcomed, always appreciated.

His cheeks turned pink out of exhaustion and undoubtedly his usual fluster as he began to ramble, 

“I saw you walk by and thought hey! you seem like you're not doing anything !" he started, the way he fumbled with his hands drawing her attention to them as she listened to him push through the words with an anxiousness that made him speak before he could think.

 "  And guess what? I'm not doing anything - so wait no!” he said panicking, regretting what he said as he lifted his hands up in defense, shaking them frantically to try and get another do-over on his invitation.

  “No, no, no !” he exclaimed, “- not like you're not important, or don't have anything to do! I know you get real busy! Especially with...with

-   I just figured you're just strolling by," he explained. 

"- So, maybe you're free... F- Free to spend time with me...” he then said quietly, still stumbling over his words as he pointed a finger at himself, the ending bit of it sounding so soft she strained to hear it.

She could only shake her head at his animated way of acting before smiling even greater, the placid expression of kindness she wore morphing into one of elated entertainment, and welcome that was always there for him.

 “Of course Hana," she lightly  giggled, " I have time for you,”  she added with a little huff of amusement. 

‘I always have time for you,’ she thought to herself.

Although the touch of coral that had blossomed over his cheeks persisted, soft relief settled over him, and she mused over how adorable he looked.

- How impossibly sweet he always happened to seem.

The joyful moment was cut short when a searing ache shot through her, coming with a ruthless strike of pain that forced her to stumble.

 She winced, attempting her best to keep the noise down and not alarm her friend, but failed miserably from the start.

Instant worry flooded him, and he expressed it in a horrified glance, 

“(f/n)!” he breathed with concern, reaching for her, but stopping short when she was even quicker to push him away.

"I'm fine!" she said hastily, shooting out her hand before he stepped closer to her, but the action itself only served to pain her more, and her knees nearly buckled.

Pathetically, she hunched over, a suppressed howl of pain held back by her tightly gritted teeth.

- The last thing she wanted was for him to make a big deal. 

Above all things, she hated being fussed over.

He shook his head defiantly, ignoring her and rushing to her side instead, the professional practice he took part in every day taking over.

  "You're not!" He stated, showing assertiveness which diminished as his hand accidentally landed over the wounded area on her side and she cried out in pain yet again, that time unbale to hold it back in time. 

 " You have not healed at all!" he said frantically, wide-eyed as he realized that she hadn't healed yet from her previous injury.

Truthfully, there were still so many people that hadn’t healed since the battle against Aizen.

 "Let me just have a look at you !" he argued, trying to coax her into agreeing by shooting large, blue eyes at her that glimmered with concern.

Through her dark lashes she could see his concerned expression as he desperately held still, waiting for the second she accepted his aid, leaving her no real option but to comply. 

Biting her lip, she then looked away, embarrassed. 

As she swallowed both a wad of spit as well as her pride down her throat, she nodded towards him, complying. 

" You can...” She told him, “But it’s not nessisary, I'm fine, really..." she persisted, trying to make her injury seem less severe even before he could see it.

- And it was because she knew how nasty it looked.

"I’m fine...” she said before hanging her head low to hide her humiliation, grateful that at the very least there wasn’t anyone else around. 

“- can we please go somewhere else first?” the woman asked, and he understood, silently nodding. 

His only concern was the wounds she retained and how he could help. 

.

.

.

It’s been the first time he was truly alone with her, and while it made him somewhat nervous, it was the idea of being in her home, alone that really set his heart off.

Nothing would happen, of course he wasn’t stupid enough to think there could be, but even then, such a  pretty girl in his presence always had him feeling like anything he would do could be wrong.

Once inside and after sitting down on the tatami mat, she gingerly removed the top of her uniform, letting it hang from her waist, exposing a poorly bandaged chest to him so that everything that showed the evidence of her prior battle was set before his eyes.

Meanwhile he removed his medic kit that was stapped to his back, setting it downcarefully before he looked up at her again.

She was ashamed of the ugly scars marring her skin, the deep, dark carvings that never went away disgusting to her.

She was ashamed over every carved indent, every ugly mark that refused to leave… she hated it all. 

And sure enough she was also embarrassed over her crudely done patchwork, because it’d been a long time since she actually had anyone looking at her. 

She took care of herself, and while sometimes it took just a bit too long to be fully healed, she always pulled through.

Somehow, she always pulled through.

'I'm ugly aren't I?' She thought with a bitter smile, having noticed his horrified glance that happened at first before he composed himself.

 Before long is blue eyes were intent to find the problem which was hidden beneath her patchwork.

“(F/n)?” he then started, almost uncertain as he picked his eye sup to her face, 

“Can I?” he asked softly, his right hand's index and middle fingers hooking within a loser part of the bandages.

With a nervous bite to her lower lip she nodded her head, choosing to look away as he removed them with a gingerly tug that let them slowly flow down.

He noticed the way she practically shrunk and pulled down her head, and while her state of undress had it’s part in her embarrassment, he’d caught on to what filled the rest. 

Perhaps he wasn’t always the sharpest, but after knowing (F/n) little by little, he’d noticed just a couple of things about her that had always made him purse his lips. because he found it sad that such a beautiful person had such an ugly idea about herself.

"- There's nothing to be ashamed of," he told her offering her a gentle smile of assurance, not quite convincing her, though giving her enough comfort to let her shoulders slowly slack. 

"- You're still beautiful," He said meekly, and he didn't dare to look up at her, instead, keeping his eyes down, trying to focus on the terrible bruising that decorated her flesh, needing his every bit of will to not tremble too mcuh.

 Her eyes went wide at his statement, and she couldn't help but let a stray tear escape her. 

" Why are you saying that?"  she mumbled with a touch of fluster, her eyes thick with glisten.

 "- You're trying so hard to hide them," he said with certainty. " You always try so hard to hide them,” he commented, having noticed how she hid even the smallest ones with shame beneath long sleeves.

 “I suppose this is why you hardly ever go to my division willingly," he added with knowing, having suspected it before then.

“That’s why you take care of yourself too...And you don’t let anyone look at you. Even right now... you're ashamed to even let me look at them," he continued. 

“no one is ever afraid of me,” he mused out loud as he made the recall, “ But right now your acting like it,” he said with a soft chuckle.

"You have to know... (f/n)-chan. I don't care," he told her, the soft curling of the ends of his mouth a true translation from his heart.

"They're not ugly… they're.... interesting," he said, finding the right word to describe them. 

"I mean, if I'm being honest,  I think they're kinda’ cool !" he said with enthusiasm, his teeth showing as he actually grinned.

“Maybe if I had some like these no one would make fun of me and think I'm such a wuss!” he freely chuckled, his own self doubt evident.

They looked at each other for a few second more before he decided to bring his eyes back down to the trouble spots, his gaze fleeing as he coward.

His hands hovered over her flesh, the green glow to them warm, but not as pleasantly warming as his true touch when his palms accidently grazed her as they traveled, taking care of every other patch he could.

She sat dumbfounded at his innocence and shook her head at his little rant. 

She hadn't noticed how he put even more effort into transferring his energy, trying to erase the evidence of the injury as best he could doing so as she was distracted by running thoughts.

"Thank you," She said softly, her heart truly bursting with happiness as she watched him then fumble the medical kit, finding the materials he needed to bandage her up. 

He’d care for her properly, show her that there was no harm in being tended to.

" No need, " He said while offering yet another smile to her. 

" I heal people remember? " he said with a brightness that shined so bright she felt warm in his presence.

" You just need some healing here too…" he said poking between her naked chest, and the touch had her glowing with new color.

He seemed to understand that what he’d done, as kind as it had intended to be, was something that shouldn't have been proceeded with with how she was.

 She didn’t say anything, and he took it as a forgiveness, as a sign she’d understood he hadn’t meant wrong.

He then cleared his throat, 

" Now, " he then stated, "You should rest," he proposed. 

"No one bounces back so quickly," he informed her, " Plenty of the captains are still healing, their lieutenant as well. 

- In fact, the head captain himself has taken his visits to my division too," he continued to inform her.

"So you don't have to prove anything to anyone," he said with certainty, speaking from the heart. 

"Plenty of us look up to you already... I look up to you...” He confessed. 

“ For us, it’d be more disappointing to know you overworked yourself than to know you took a moment to breathe," Hanataro kept speaking.

“And about your scars... Their mark doesn’t take away from who you are...It doesn’t make you any less beautiful , because you’re a-” it was then that he heard a little sniffle, and  he stiffened at the sound.

Her name came out in a little, uncertain mumble, his eyebrows drawn up with a soft worry.

She didn’t let him finish, not needing to hear more,

"Thank you, Hana..." (f/n) breathed, her breath coming out shaky.

Ever since her captain had left there'd been a heavy ache in her chest. 

Gin had left not only a vacant seat, but a little hole in her heart that was yet another wound she couldn’t mend.

She wasn’t the only one suffering, and she knew that it would take a long time for things to get better, and even so, she still felt alone. 

She still felt hurt, and that somehow that pain would not go away, and no matter how much she wanted to say what plagued her, it felt impossible.

Even as she offered her time to Izuru, helping him pull through the same pain she had, she never stayed long enough to receive the same encouragement back.

- And she knew that it was something that weighed at his heart too, because he couldn't help her. 

He couldn't help someone that always drew back, and especially not when he hadn’t healed himself.

.

.

.

“Hana...” she murmured, her voice frail. “ can I hug you?” she asked, needing it, needing someone’s touch, someone who cared. 

If she could choose anyone in the world, if she could give in to someone just once, then he’d be the person.

He silently nodded as he leaned in, opening his arms and waiting for her as she met him in between. 

“And Can you stay with me?” she asked him, “ just for a while? “ she shakenly asked as she snuggled into his arms more, ashamed at how desperatly she held on.

“Just this once,” she promised. 

He sat there with her in between his legs and pulled to his chest.

Her wet cheek was pressed against his torso, and she struggled to speak, not thinking for once, just saying what came to mind, what regularly weighed her down.

“I- I miss him so much!” she lamented, saying what she hadn’t been able to tell her fellow division members, because he hadn’t left anything good behind.

-Nothing but crumbles.

“I hate him for leaving!  I hate him for hurting us... but I miss him, and I wish he was here so I could tell him!” she continued. 

“ And I wish I could see his stupid face again!” (f/n) hiccupped.

“I wish that , that he’d tell us why, why he hurt us,” She asked, knowing that it was too late to know, the answer to that question just as dead as he was.

“Didn’t he care?

...Even a little?” she asked herself, wondering if he felt anything as he watched her and Izuru in the same battlefield as he was.

She wondered if he could feel the way they looked at him, with so much trampled over love that it was impossible to keep looking, to keep giving him the opportunity to see their repressed sorrow.

And Rangiku,

- Was she also nothing to him too?

“Was he really trying to kill me?” (f/n) then breathed, shaking terribly as she remembered his cold gaze, the quick slice of his extended blade still felt with every time the wound throbbed.

At that, Hanataro held her tighter, not knowing the truth, just knowing what he was told. 

He’d heard it from another person in his squadron, the girl a rather chatty one that knew too much about too many people.

“Poor girl...” she started, whispered to him as (f/n) walked past with a small stack of paperwork being delivered.

“I remember she used to follow him around all the time... Anyone could tell she was in love with him,” she then added, and hearing that, perhaps it should have felt more of a scathe. 

It should have made him feel jealous, but instead he felt saddened. 

Saddened, because the truth was, it wasn’t so hard to believe.

- And he remembered how little she smiled after he left.

“Then  I heard that he tried to kill her,” she then went on, tutting. “to think he’d be so cold...so vile,” she huffed.

“-If it hadn’t been for her lieutenant, that traitor would have sliced right through her.” she informed him with notable distain.

Silently, Hanataro listened, his expression downhearted as he continued to listen, wondering if the gossip had reached (f/n).

“You can cry all you want,” he then said, “I'll stay here with you until there’s nothing left,” he promised her, after all, healing was his specialty.

A/N: First off, I LOVE THIS BOY. AND I LOVE ANGST. 

I'm sorry I drifted off with the Gin thing, I just have this BIG boner for that theme. It was originally supposed to be including Tosen/ shuhei, but I felt Gin was better because I can only assume he died being a villain to everyone else. Tosen at the very least, right at the end, was able to mend things with his people. 

In a way at least before Aizen said, “your time is up my boi”

Tbh, speaking story wise, people could interpret it as her in Love with gin, but honestly there are so many forms of love, and if someone I cared about and respected, and looked up to so much just left me...yeah. 

I’d be hurt.

[makibeni]

Ch. 7 -Someone Waiting for You

Kobeni's hands were wrapped around her drink, locked in a half committed motion, unwilling to bring it to her lips or simply let it go, she stared at the pale white foam. Things weren't going how she'd hoped, she wanted more time to prepare for this but before she had a moment to think Makima had already grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of her comfort zone. If Kobeni's willpower hadn't have been worn away by walking up to and conversing with her coworkers three separate times that day she may have had just enough left over to sheepishly eek out a vague, non committal rejection. But instead she was here, in a bar after work with Makima, and just Makima, wracking her brain trying to think of what to say to her. It was frustrating, normally she was able to get into a comfortable rhythm with Makima, words seem to flow so naturally between them, it felt like dancing with someone she trusted completely, able to dive with confidence, knowing she'd be swept up and back on her feet. But this was different somehow, she was trying to force herself to speak, to say things without certainty, every breath choked with anxiety, coming out a stumbled, half formed mumble, each failed attempt making the next one seem all the more insurmountable. She didn't want to let this opportunity slip away from her, she had to do something.

"U-um~..."

She tried to meet Makima with her eyes but fell short, barely able to raise her head before feeling the heavy hand of shame push her back down. Was she really this pathetic? Unable to even stammer out a word anymore? She squeezed her fists in a frustrated bout of self directed anger and pouted her lips. Kobeni readied herself for the torrent of abuse her mind was no doubt ready to hurl at her, deservedly so, she thought.

Her eyes went wide and she let out a soft gasp as she felt Makima's hand softly cover her balled up fist reassuringly, a comforting gift of encouragement. It gave Kobeni enough to push past her apprehensions and lock eyes with Makima, who looked back at her with the warmest and most loving smile she'd ever seen. Unable to contain the overflowing tide of emotions, Kobeni's eyes welled up, the dim yellow lights in the bar reflecting through the tears made it seem like a heavenly aura was radiating from Makima, her very own guardian angel. Suddenly she didn't feel that pressure anymore, she finally had someone to help her lift the crushing weight of her worries off her back, someone willing to listen, wanting to help her. What did she do to deserve such kindness?

"I-I'm really sorry m-miss Makima, I wanted to f-find out what kinds of things you l-liked so I could take you s-somewhere you'd have a good t-time, b-but I c... c-couldn't figure out the right words to say or w-what to ask and I was s-s-scared I'd somehow r-ruin things a~and..."

Kobeni swallowed the lump in her throat, hoping that final staggered push had been enough because it was all she had left.

"I see..."

Makima placed her hands under her chin and tilted her head to the side.

"But you really didn't have to go to all that trouble..."

She froze at Makima's words, had she misunderstood her intentions? Did she work herself through all that just to make an even bigger fool of herself?

Then, Makima grabbed Kobeni's hand with both of hers and pulled it close to herself. A few stray tears had escaped Kobeni's eyes and rolled down her cheeks, reflecting in Makima's rippled eyes like twinkling starlight.

"When I said I wanted you to take me somewhere I'd enjoy myself, I simply wanted you to take me somewhere we could spend more time together, the thing I enjoy is being around you"

Kobeni could feel her heart stop when she heard those words, it was something she wanted to hear for so long she didn't even realize it anymore, no, more than that, it was something she needed to hear. Having worn herself out, and feeling like she'd finally found someone who wanted to understand her, Kobeni couldn't contain herself anymore.

"T-than... hank y-yu... s-oh m... m..."

Makima walked over to Kobeni's side of the table and swaddled her with her coat, rubbing comforting circles on her back with one hand and holding onto Kobeni's hand with the other.

"Take as long as you need, I'll be right here for you"

Kobeni wanted to ask why, why was she being so nice to her, so caring, so much more loving than anyone had ever been to her before, but at this point she was truly depleted. Tears streamed down her face as all her pent up emotions came pouring out, and with each pained sob she could feel a weight slowly lifting off her shoulders. She knew that for once, at the end of this long and agonizing road, she'd finally have someone waiting for her.

[abluescarfonwaston]

I saw Thor so how about a despicable me au. Miles loan request is denied in his steal the moon project because Franziska stole the shrink ray he stole and Manfred declares the project too risky without the key piece secured. He's been ejected from her lair 456 times already.

And then he sees her welcome in the girl scout cookie kids and has a lightbulb.

He takes home three little kids. All holding hands- assumed they were related - is Kay, Sebastian and little Trucy. He manages to steal the ray with their help and then on the way back they demand to go to the amusement park on the boardwalk.

He plans to tuck them into the rollercoaster and leave. They'll get over it- just like he didn't. But adults must ride with kids. He passes out from sheer terror. Comes around to trucy and Kay attempting to swindle a swindler into giving Sebastian the rainbow unicorn stuffed animal of his dreams. Miles reaches up and grabs it.

"Hey no can do Mister you gotta knock them all over to win!" "She did." "Nuh uh see that one? Still standing." "... I see. Let's play again."

The shack does not have a back when they leave. Sebastian buries his entire torso in his prize. "ITS SO FLUFFY I COULD DIE!"

By the time he gets home they're all covered in face paint and either giggling or sugar comaed right to sleep.

Manfreds face twitches as Miles re presents the plan now that the key asset is in place. The trio keeps interrupting. "... Pathetic. Boy you can't even read a room. I was attempting to be gentle. Your simply no longer worth the risk. Loan denied."

Miles and kids end up at a bank glaring down on burned out bank teller Phoenix Wright for a loan to- "uh..." *Kay whispers into Miles ear* "No we are not buying you a paraglider." *Trucy whispers* "I will not have tigers in the house young lady magic or no." *Sebastian whispers* "... Yes thank you Sebastian remodel the house so they can have their own rooms."

They end up on a date. It's definitely not cause Phoenix is a member of the Evil reformation team secretly trying to suss out if Miles is a viable candidate or because Miles is extremely gay. No he just wants to copy wright's office key and approve his loan. Sure. Suuuuure Miles.

"What you gonna offer to steal the moon from the sky for me?"

"It would have made a better gift than the flowers."

"the ones you were allergic to?"

"precisely. What would have been a good date then Wright."

*Flashbacking to being strapped to a table James Bond style and having a Lazer grow ever closer.* "Not being kidnapped is nice."

"what?"

"i said if i don't end up taking a nap partway through it's nice."

At the climax Franziska has kidnapped the kids from their ballet recital (Sebastian was the only one Really into it but the fact Miles didn't show up broke their hearts all the same) and is holding them hostage while she has stolen even the moon from him and Papa loves her more and-

"STOP IGNORING ME AND UNTYING THEM ITS VERY RUDE!"

Miles spends the majority of their climatic fight trying to get the kids to safety and keep them calm. She points the electroshocker directly at him. Sebastian grabs the back of his leg, crying. Miles doesn't look away as he gently tries to push him free. "Go to Gumshoe Sebastian. Go." Manfred screams in her earpiece just to Do it already.

The moon jolts. Increasing in size. "Oh shi-" "Takee mushrooms." Miles finishes for her. Working together to return it to the sky before it crushes them all.

She slips out as the dust settles. Confused. Stands as Manfred - Papa - scolds her to hell and back. On her watch she watches Miles tuck the trio into bed. Kiss them on the head. Something he never did. For either of them.

"Are you listening to me Girl?"

"No." Tranquil as his face went red. Fury building oh so familiarly. Hand on the electroshocker whip. "I'm done listening to you I think."

Phoenix shows up the next day with a smile and "Great news! Your loan was approved!" Miles stares at him with the velvet mansion behind him. "Course you know that already since you approved it yourself!"

"..."

"So let's talk about your repayment plan!" Hands him a pamphlet on the Villain redemption initiative.

"I'm not doing this."

Course if Geff Beesos woke up in nothing but his boxers, assets raided like the Grinch had been through and millions more woke up to find their medical debt was gone - well. That could still be considered Villainous couldn't it?

[mojowitchcraft]

Thanks for the tag @loki-is-my-kink-awakening the pressure is on 🤪

Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!

These are all Steddie because I’m a menace to society and I’ve never written for another fandom

Modern College Coffee Shop AU

(set at Christmas cause apparently I’m cramming as many tropes as possible into this one)

“It’s fine Rob, I’m sure he doesn’t even remember the conversation we had”

“Well I sure do, you only told me about it like a hundred times… “Oh Robin, did you hear him? Did you hear him call me ‘Big Boy’, oh my god Robin do you think he was hitting on me?” Honestly dingus you were voted biggest flirt in high school you think you’d be able to take it as much as you dish it out”

“Shut up, I’m not that bad!”

“Yes you are—I swear—you realize that you can like boys too and it’s like I’m back in seventh grade listening to a little school girl talk about her crush.”

1999 Holiday Meet Cute AU

(Based on a tweet about a stranger helping with a Christmas Tree)

“Woah there! Need a hand?”

Eddie pushes a branch out of his face and turns to find an impossibly handsome and shirtless guy holding up his arm as if to grab the tree and assist Eddie’s pathetic attempt at moving it.

“Shit sorry man, did I get you?” Eddie asks breathlessly, trying in vain not to look at the thatch of alarmingly sexy hair on the guy’s chest.

Chest hair laughs, pushing his hair out of his face, “no, you’re good, I’ve got quick reflexes. So where are we taking this thing?”

This guy clearly isn’t from a big city if he’s so willing to stop whatever the fuck he’s doing wandering around shirtless in December to help a damsel in distress.

And they say chivalry is dead.

Strawberries & Cigarettes - Ch 12

(Long overdue chapter to my WIP, the first fic I started writing that I kinda lost steam on but I’m determined to finish)

Wayne wanders into the kitchen, grumbling about needing coffee, until he sees Claudia and runs his hands over his hair to flatten it.

“Oh, uh, hello, I didn’t realize we had company. I’m Eddie’s Uncle Wayne,” he says, holding his hand out for Claudia to shake.

“This is Claudia, Dustin’s mom, you remember Dustin,” Steve says, ruffling Dustin’s hair and grinning when his young friend squawks in protest.

“Hello there, would you like some lemon loaf to go with your coffee? I baked it fresh this morning,” Claudia says with a bright smile directed at Wayne.

Wayne honest to god blushes and Steve shares a look with Eddie as if to say “well isn’t that the cutest fucking thing ever?” that leads them to corralling Dustin into the living room to give the grown ups some space to chat.

Who doesn’t love a little side Claudia x Wayne? 😉

Steve tries something new…

(Based on the first time I did MDMA, still trying to figure out where I’m going to fit this funny little moment in or if I’m going to make it it’s own thing entirely)

Eddie gets up, helping Steve to his feet and leading him to the kitchen, he props Steve against the counter and grabs a glass, filling it with water from the tap as Steve pets his own t-shirt and mumbles about how soft it is.

“Here sweetheart, drink this” Eddie says, handing Steve the glass of water.

Steve takes a sip and tsks “ahhh why’d they make water so good? Sweetheart, why is water so good? Love when you call me sweetheart, cause you’re the sweetest sweetheart.”

Eddie holds back a laugh, “yeah okay Stevie, drink up”

Okay that’s all I’ve got in my WIPs! Wish me luck the Christmas ones are due next week 😅

I don’t feel like I’m on here enough to tag anyone specifically so if you see this and want to participate go nuts! It’s so fun to see what other fandoms people write for as well, sorry that I’m lame and only have one… maybe that’ll change one day.

You can find all my posted stuff here:

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Slightly angsty headcanon. Sarah is bullied a lot at school and her classmates’ favorite, it seems, is telling her that someone says he has a crush on her. She stopped believing the story at all when she was in sixth grade, and since then it’s been switched to variants like “x thinks you’re hot” “x says he likes you” “you should go talk to him.” It always sets her up to be bullied if she goes over either to see what’s going on or tell them to cut it out. Even if she doesn’t go to them, someone draws her attention, she looks over to where she’s supposedly being talked about and they’re laughing and making fun of her. The only time she isn’t invisible is when she’s being mocked.

If someone were to actually tell her they liked her, she would get upset, waiting for the punchline, waiting for them to call her a pig or a bitch and laugh at her, waiting to hear the telltale mocking laughter of some kid’s stupid friends, pointing out every ugly, pathetic, unlovable thing about her, expecting this person to be a bully and an asshole and wishing she really was invisible. She’d find herself on the verge of tears before she finally responded, “are you making fun of me?”

Any attempt to deny it would upset her worse, the whole situation basically pushing her into a panic attack. Unless the admirer really liked her it’d probably push them away, her frustrated insistence that they’re mocking her, asking if this was a dare or just a shitty prank, clearly doing her best to keep from crying, although she’s visibly tearing up. Her voice is breaking as she accuses them, demanding to know, “what were you REALLY saying about me?!“

NOOOOOOOOO SARAH BBY 😢😢😢😢😢😫😫😫😫😫🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

I imagine if Millie were to confess to her and that happens, then she’d stay with her and try to calm her down, and accidentally call her one of the pet names she came up with for her and Sarah would be all “w-what did you call me…?” and Millie’s just awkwardly like “uhh… dollface?” and that’s what convinces Sarah that she’s being genuine as no one has ever called her something like that before

She likes to cling to Millie and just listen to her call her pet names, as she strokes her hair and peppers kisses on her face

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💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 10

*Warning Adult Content*

Blake Welling

Downtown Ashville is no metropolis but even so, it's hard to find parking and Aaron ends up in a spot some distance from the restaurant.

I've put more strain on my leg than I should over the last few days but he already seems on the edge of a bad mood and I don't want to risk pushing him over it by complaining.

'Peppino's Pizzeria' is a small, cozy place with lots of dark wood, dim lighting and an enormous wood-fired pizza oven.

The place is almost full, so we sit at the bar.

Not exactly the image I had in mind when I envisioned bringing him out to dinner but I'll take what I can get.

"What do you like on your pizza?" he asks.

Ever since we got in his car, there's been a weird, blank look in his eyes.

I can't tell if he's just tired or if it's something else but I wish I could make him laugh or smile.

In fact, any expression would be better than that cold, emotionless stare.

"When it comes to pizza, I'm pretty basic. Pepperoni's my favorite but I'll eat just about anything except the extra-veggie kind. I mean, if I wanted a salad, I'd eat a salad."

It's a sad attempt at humor, made even sadder when his expression doesn't change at all.

"We'll get pepperoni then," he says.

The pizza's amazing.

The conversation . . . not so much.

I try to draw Aaron out and get him to talk about himself or his work or his family or anything but I end up holding the silence off on my own.

By the time we walk back to his car, even my most optimistic inner voice is giving this date a failing grade.

We're about halfway there when I can no longer hide the fact that my leg hurts and I start to limp.

Aaron notices after a few steps and stops.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"You're limping."

I wave him off.

"I just overdid it hanging bikes and moving boxes and stuff. It's no big deal."

He doesn't say anything more but he walks extra slow the rest of the way.

We drive back in silence.

My mood has been steadily slipping towards the edge of darkness all night and I'm almost out of the energy it takes to keep it light.

Aaron parks on my side of the street, close to my shop and we get out.

"Well," I sigh.

"I enjoyed the pizza."

I'm not sure what else to say.

'I wish you didn't hate me. I wish I'd never hurt you. I wish you'd let me kiss you.'

"Goodnight," I say and give him a smile that I know doesn't reach my eyes.

I turn and take a few steps and then he stops me.

"Blake, wait..."

I stop and turn back.

Aaron's expression is finally something other than blank, though it's not much better.

He looks vulnerable and a little scared and a little defeated.

"I haven't been fair to you tonight," he says.

"I started out determined to have a bad time and to make sure you had a bad one too. You don't deserve that."

Yeah, I do and I should probably have said as much but instead, I see my chance and seize it.

"Hey . . . you wanna watch a movie? You can choose."

I know I sound pathetically hopeful.

"No," one word and my hope is crushed.

The corner of his mouth twitches and then... finally... he smiles.

"No," he says again.

"I picked the restaurant. You can pick the movie."

~♡~

My apartment's not big but I have a normal-sized sofa and an adequately large TV.

I get us a couple of beers and we sit with one space between us as I set up the show.

"What genres do you like?" I ask.

"Romance and horror," he answers promptly and I laugh.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing."

Actually, I'd thought he was joking.

"How about Chocolat, then? It's kind of a sappy chick-flick but it's got candy in it. Eye-candy, too, if you like Johnny Depp."

He shrugs.

"Anything's fine."

I start the movie and it seems I've chosen wisely.

Somehow, Aaron's never seen it before and he gives a running commentary on the chocolate and the scenery, the music and the actors.

Usually, it would annoy me to have someone talk that much during a film but it's more than I've heard him say yet and somehow everything out of his mouth is sweet and funny.

About halfway through he starts to get quieter and I can tell he's tired.

I take a risk and put my arm around him, pulling him against me.

"Here... you can stretch out like this. I know you're tired."

For a second it seems like he's not having it but then he relaxes and leans against me, pulling his legs up on the sofa and lying on his side.

I hope he can't feel how hard and fast my heart is beating because it's sort of pathetic how thrilled I am just to have him this close.

The movie rapidly loses my attention.

His black hair is fine and soft and he smells like sugar and cocoa and underneath that is his own subtle male scent.

I don't know if it's pheromones or just soap and clean skin but it's driving me crazy.

His long lashes cast fan-like shadows on the smooth curves of his cheekbones and the soft swell of his lips draw my eyes like a magnet.

Then his eyes flick upwards and he sees me watching him.

"What?" he asks, dark brows raised.

His eyes shine like blue topaz in the light from the TV.

"Aaron . . . can I kiss you?"

"I don't know," he says, looking down so his eyes are veiled.

He looks back up and a little smile curves his lips.

"Can you?"

My breath catches on the hope that's suddenly stuck in my throat.

"May I?"

He reaches up and loops an arm around my neck, pulling me down.

His mouth seems to melt like butter against mine... soft lips and a warm, wet tongue.

I explore him gently.

At first, he's passive, letting me have the pleasure of discovery but then I feel his tongue slide past my lips and he turns the tables.

Raising himself, he twists to straddle me, so his head is slightly above mine and angled down and we're pressed together chest to groin.

As he kisses me I slide my hands beneath the hem of his shirt and over his body.

He's slim and smaller than me but not soft.

I feel taut muscle beneath his smooth skin and I can tell it's the strength of deliberate training.

He pulls back and a strand of saliva connects our mouths.

I wipe it from his lips with my thumb and look up at him with breathless adoration.

He smiles and it's beautiful.

"I love your smile," I say.

"I wish I saw it more often."

And just like that, I fuck things up.

His smile... rare, beautiful thing... flickers and dies and I see the blankness creeping in at the corners of his eyes.

"Aaron," I say, brushing the back of my hand against his cheek.

"Baby, don't do that. Don't keep it all inside, okay? If you ever want to talk . . . I'll listen."

Abruptly he pushes himself off me and gets up.

"You don't know me, Blake," he says, his voice isn't angry or cold.

It's just . . . tired.

"You don't know anything about me and I'm not your baby. I'm sorry. I can't do this. Thanks for the movie. Goodnight."

He's gone before I can gather the thoughts he scattered with the touch of his lips and stop him.