#broke down maybe thrice

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blue lock 11 ✨

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also i got stung by a gigachad nettle yesterday

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Hi hru 👋🏾

I have a request for Wednesday on Netflix maybe you could write xavier and the reader having a fight and then he suddenly kisses the reader. Only if you want

��� ☆ THOSE FEW DAYS !

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

synopsis; you’re just concerned about your boyfriend’s issues but it leads to a terrible argument between you two yet you both still long for eachother.

warnings; none :)

taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it !

Ever since the arrival of Wednesday Addams in Nevermore and the unfortunate expulsion of Rowan, your boyfriend, Xavier Thorpe had been acting rather, unusual, to say the least.

Yes, he did lose his roommate and he was being tormented by frequent nightmares of a creature — it was enough to make one lose their sanity. Yet today, in particular, he was acting odd.

You noticed that today, he was feeling uncomfortable, bothered by the slightest conversation, as if he were scared. He also was making an attempt to cover his neck either with his collar or hands. You observed that the reason as to why he was hiding his neck was due to the large red scars that were planted on it — worst of all, they were fresh. They looked as if a creature had attacked his neck as it appeared that maybe claws were the cause of it.

You overheard him informing Wednesday that the scars were due to fencing class yet you knew him better than anyone — he wasn’t that careless to get injured so terribly in fencing. It was probably due to another cause.

Eventhough, deep down you knew you shouldn't inquire him about his latest injury something had urged you to question him about it. You wanted to know why he looked and felt so terrified. After all, you were his girlfriend, shouldn't you have a right to know?

Reluctantly, you made your way to his art studio which was an old shed he had cleaned out. You knew he was in it due to the slow hum of the music you could hear from the outside and the small light rays that penetrated out of the shed's windows.

Xavier would visit the shed whenever he was in distress. Lately, he'd been visiting it quite often as he was tortured by all his horrifying dreams and the events occurring in Jericho. The rumours of the creature in the woods weren't helping either.

One, two, three. You knocked thrice onto the door, patiently waiting for the man inside to let you in. After a few moments on waiting, the door finally opened to reveal an anger-stricken Xavier, who leaned against the doorway of the shed.

His palms were coloured in different shades of blue and red, indicating that he was painting. Whereas his eyes were both avoidant of your gaze. He kept glancing at his shoes, not even bothering to greet you — other times, he'd let you in, showing off anything new he had painted.

You broke off the awkward silence with a small cough, 'can I come in?' you lightly asked as you attempted to smile at him. Still not meeting your eyes, he replied with a simple 'sure,' and moved out of the way so that you could enter.

You looked around and were horrified at the sight of the inside of the shed. Nearly every corner was filled with sketches, drawings and paintings of the creature - some scribbled messily while others were decorated in detail. You now knew that his nightmares were only getting worse even with his multiple therapy sessions, he still wasn't getting any better.

'So what do you want?' Xavier asked with no emotion. You turned to look at him after finally tearing your eyes away from the gnarly pictures he had drawn. 'I just wanted to check up on you, see how you're feeling,' you replied, 'I noticed your scars and I wanted to ask you...' you trailed off, unsure of how to continue since you noticed that his expression hardened.

'Why? So you could blame me for all the murders?' he snapped. You had no idea what Xavier could possibly mean by that statement. Did someone blame him? Was that he was feeling so sour?

'No, I don't blame you at all and you know that. I was just here to check up on you and-' before you could finish, you were cut off by Xavier: 'well, I don't need you checking up on me, I'm perfectly fine. Stop pretending like you ever actually cared,' he shouted.

All the worry you had about him left you immediately, you yelled back at him as he yelled at you. You both were shouting back and forth, throwing cruel words at eachother. Until, you had had enough. Your eyes and cheeks were now stained with tears, your lips were bleeding due to you biting them aggressively and you wanted nothing more than to leave.

His harsh words were enough for you to finally leave his shed, filled with rage and sadness. Clearly, he was not feeling alright and took out his anger on you. You were just trying to check up on him, what could've caused him to feel like this?

To be honest, you were angry at him, terribly angry. You stormed into your room, trying to block off any thoughts you had about him. Yet you couldn't since no matter how foolish he acted, you still liked him.

Rave'N was suppose to be a fun and eventful night for any outcast. Well, any outcast except for you. Ever since your argument with Xavier, you didn't bother talking to him, even when he attempted to apologise to you.

You went with your friend and roommate, Yoko and instead of moping over Xavier, you decided to actually enjoy yourself. It was a party after all, you were suppose to enjoy yourself here. The drinks and loud music were finally making you forget all about Xavier.

After a couple of drinks and a few dances with Yoko, you were finally exhausting yourself. Tearing away from Yoko and the dance floor, you finally sat down on a table you presumed to be empty to rest a bit before going back.

'I see you're enjoying yourself here,' a familiar yet unexpecting voice called — the last voice you wanted to hear right now. Sighing, you turned to look at the unwelcomed face of Xavier. You raised your brow, 'So? It's a party,' you replied, not even bothering to pay attention to him.

'Hey listen...' he began as he sat himself next to you. You knew what to expect, for the past few days, Xavier had been attempting to apologise to you for his harsh words yet you didn't bother listening to any of his apologies; most of the time, Yoko would just tell him to leave.

You sighed and turned to look at him, 'you've told me that same apology multiple times but you have to realise that I was really hurt by your words... I was just worried.' This was probably the longest conversation you both had this entire week.

'Xavier, I understand you were hurting back then but I just kinda wished you ta—‘ before you could finish your statement, you got interrupted by a pair of lips on yours.

It was a surprised gesture but you reciprocated it almost immediately; you missed this so much. You’d never admit it but you really did miss Xavier loads. Just by kissing him, all the events of the past few days were lost; you just wanted to be with him.

Once you two pulled apart, Xavier looked at his shoes, avoiding your gaze again — it looked as if he was embarrassed of his actions.

‘I’m really sorry about that, y/n. I shouldn’t have done that,’ he stated apologetically. Deep down, Xavier longed for things to go back to the way they were. He felt upset and he missed you so much.

‘Hey, it’s alright. I’m kinda over it besides, you were just on edge back then; we both said things that we regretted. I understand,’ you gently spoke. Xavier looked at you with hopeful eyes yet he didn’t utter a single word.

The last thing Xavier expected you to do was stand up and offer your hand to his, inviting him onto the dance floor.

‘Come on,’ you said as you happily dragged him to the dance floor.

[tired-teacher-blog]

I'm presenting this to myself as a birthday gift 😌

Broken angel

Characters : Hawks/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Angst/ Sexual Intercourse/ Creampie/ One Shot

Summary : The heroes might have won the final war, but its scars are a whole other story, so what happens when Hawks finally breaks down in your presence?

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

You kiss his scar once, twice, thrice, and a couple more times until he starts chuckling tiredly, "okay okay I get it, you can stop now!" and he's playfully pushing you off of him but you refuse to budge.

_ "No not yet!" and you kiss the scar reaching the side of his face yet again.

He's been gloomy lately, quiet and distant.. understandable right? the war has left its trace on him as well as it did everyone else, and your once cheerful and lively boyfriend is now but a shell of what he used to be.

You refuse badgering him into reliving those painful memories, although you wish he would open up to you— even a little. If only he would do that..

_ "Alright, get off me sweetheart, seriously." he squeezes your ass cheeks teasingly before giving you a playful smak.

_ "I love you Keigo, you know that right?" if you're unable to get through to him, then maybe you can remind him that he's never going to be alone.

_ "I know that, and I love you too." his fingers trace your thighs lazily, almost absentmindedly as he turns his head to the side.

That's how it's been lately, almost every exchange between you two ends in him slipping away further from you, one way or another.

It hurts, of course it does, watching the one you love the most stubbornly fighting his lurking demons all by himself, makes you feel powerless.

_ "Keigo, please look at me." you push a bit more, cautiously so, tightening your thighs on each side of his slim waist, and placing your palms flat against his chest.

He's looking away still, and the lump in your throat only grows with each second that passes, "Keigo.." you call out again, and yet.. nothing.

You lean in once more, pressing your forehead to his cheek and sighing heavily, "I just want you to know that I'm right here, for as long as you'll have me, I can only imagine what's going on in your mind and I know it's a struggle, so please allow me to share your burden."

Your lips trail soft kisses along his scarred skin, from the side of his face and down to his neck where you linger, bracing yourself for yet another dismissive response.

_ "I want you right now." his words are dark, almost desperate as he growls his demand and cradles your butt cheeks, pressing you down on him and grinding up against your clothed pussy.

Your body stiffens but only for a moment, as you did not foresee this turn of events. If anything, you anticipated that little fake laugh which has never fooled you, as well as the good old "I swear I'm fine love."

But something is different tonight, he's finally holding on to you after weeks of running away, he's finally expressing his desire clearly after silently suffering for long, and you find yourself biting those burning tears back as you are suddenly reminded of that night -some years ago- when he broke down and bared his soul to you, keeping nothing in as he weeped and screamed and held you throughout the night, it was him Keigo Takami, not the nation's beloved Hawks.

That night -some years ago- the facade he kept up for most of his life had finally come down in front of you, but these past few weeks wrecked it all and reminded you of the way things were when you only knew him as Hawks.

_ "I'm all yours Keigo," you whisper back and press your lips against his parted ones in a heated liplock, it's warm and urgent, same as the hands hiking your shirt up and sneaking past the silky trim of your panties.

You raise your hips quickly, wordlessly begging him to rid you of the soft garment and ravish you at once. You miss this, you miss him.

He groans into the kiss, pushing the delicate fabric down, and you clumsily work it out of your legs without breaking apart of your boyfriend's lips.

You cradle his cheeks, as a strangled whine leaves your throat when he licks his way into your mouth. His tongue is burning hot and his hands are relentlessly exploring every inch of you he can reach from his position.

His slender fingers squeeze your buttocks firmly, pinning you down on his throbbing bulge and you both moan at the tempting friction created between you.

And with a sudden gasp, you find yourself on your back, sinking into the fluffy bedsheets, as he flips your positions and settles between your legs.

_ "Stay still." the darkness in his voice only deepens as he hastily peels off his shirt and lowers his sweatpants.

You swallow thickly watching his cock spring back against his abdomen, hard and raging, as if reflecting your boyfriend's impatience to be sheathed deep into your core.

You're a bit intimidated by his overwhelming aura as your eyes travel up to study his face, his gold brown irises gleam with intense longing, his strong jaw clenched and his lips sealed in a firm line.

He grasps his raging shaft and pumps it lazily, hissing while his knees nudge your legs further apart. His thick brows are knitted and his breathing is labored as he huskily demands you remove your shirt.

It should be frightening right? He has never been so forceful before, never so unhinged, but something about this unusual side of him is intriguing.

You follow the order and struggle to take off your remaining garment as gracefully as you possibly can from where you're laying under his watchful eyes, whimpering unintelligibly and biting down on your lip when he swiftly grabs onto your thighs and pulls you closer.

He's not speaking, not smiling, nor is he touching you gently or kissing you softly like he always does right before easing himself into your heat. No he's not.. not tonight.. tonight is all about a primal desire that's been fueled with weeks of stifled emotions.

_ "Don't hold back, Keigo.." you beg breathily, too afraid of losing him again, and it was the sign he's been waiting for, to snap his hips and sink deep into your core with one hard thrust.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, but nothing comes past it except for a strangled mewl as you dig your nails into his arms while feeling the delicious sting of the first intrusion.

His eyes are trained on your flushed skin and heaving chest as he pulls back to the tip and slams his way into you once more.

The remnants of his beautiful crimson feathers flutter restlessly around him, old scars mixed with recent ones are scattered across his otherwise fair skin, and an alluring expression is adorning his features as he pounds you into oblivion..

At this moment, and through your hazy eyes, he looks like an angel.. a broken angel.

_ "Keigo, Keigo, kiss me, please.." tears form in your eyes as you reach out a shaky hand, clumsily smoothing out his scowl and bringing his face closer.

His lips crash against yours painfully, sloppily, as he bites onto your bottom one and swallows your desirous whimpers.

His hands travel up to clutch onto your bouncy breasts, groping and kneading the soft flesh as his thrusts turn even harder and faster.

Your fingers caress his arms and shakily move around his neck and back to trace every fading scar on his sweat glistening skin.

_ "Talk to me, Keigo, please tell me what you're thinking." you whimper between sloppy kisses only to receive another hard plunge as a response.

He's not ready to talk yet, and you get it.

His lips leave yours and travel along your jaw, trailing wet kisses in their wake and move further down to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck.

You cry out his name over and over again, pulling on his hair weakly as that familiar warmth is strating to pool within you.

You will not be able to last much longer, and neither will he.

His twitching shaft and erratic hips are slamming mercilessly against your own, again and again, and then you hear it..

The sound of your name flowing out of his mouth, gruff and desperate as he fucks you even harder.

The bruising clutch on your sides trembles, and the lustful growls of your name don't seem to subside.

Your fingers leave his ash blonde hair to dig into the flexing muscles of his shoulders, and you squeeze your legs around his stuttering waist while shockwaves of pleasure wash over you as your lover's voice fills your senses.

You shudder violently with every deep thrust he delivers, and your vision blurs as he pushes one more time into your heat before releasing his pearly seeds and coating your clenching walls without a warning.

He has never done it before, not without asking for your permission beforehand. But even so, you're not mad, you're not pushing him away or asking him to stop and pull out.

In fact, you're squeezing him in your arms, tears are falling down your face as you beg him to keep going, "please, don't pull out, Keigo please!"

And he does as instructed, fulfilling your wish and emptying his thick load in your welcoming cunt before collapsing on top of you, with his softening cock still sheathed within.

Labored breathing, desperate gasps and sweaty bodies are entangled in the warmth of your messy bed. And for a moment, no words were exchanged between you.

But suddenly..

_ "I can't get it out of my head," he's talking, "I can't stop picturing the blood and the terror," he's talking, "even when I close my eyes, I can still see it all," just like that night -some years ago- he's burying his face in the warmth of your neck and finally speaking, "the destruction, the victims and their screams," he's finally talking after weeks of shutting down, but his words are stabbing at your heart.

You get it though, you always have. Many have fallen during the war, and just as many were left with permanent scars on their souls, and Keigo is but one example.

You run your fingers through his disheveled hair, placing the softest kisses on his shoulder and tracing the expanse of his scarred back where you linger a bit, to caress his feathers, "I know Keigo, I understand how you're feeling, it's hard and it's suffocating but trust me, it will get better eventually," you bite back a sob and take a deep breath before carrying on, "you will never be alone, I'm right here and will always be," you squeeze him tighter as warm tears start to fall down your face once more.

You hate how weak you're being, you feel so powerless when the person you love the most needs you, "I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better, but I promise that we will figure it out together."

He's not talking anymore, but.. something warm and wet is trickling down your neck, soft sobs are escaping his throat as he breaks down in your arms.

It kills you, crushes your heart and devastates you, but maybe this is what he needs, maybe he should feel the pain instead of escaping it, maybe he has to face his demons and fight, maybe then he will have his closure.

You listen to his whimpers and cry with him, as his arms crush you between them. It will be a long way, but you'll walk it alongside him.

_ "I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry for taking my frustration out on you, please forgive me." he sounds weak and broken, too ashamed to look you in the eyes, but you refuse to lose him again.

You cradle his tear stained cheeks and force him to face you. His eyes are red and puffy, a soft loving gaze is emanating from them— unlike the one from earlier, and the sight of it brings a little smile to your face, "there is nothing to forgive Keigo, you can do whatever you want with me, you can even scream and cry or punch a wall if you wish, and I'll do it with you, just don't run away from me again, please."

He hums softly and pecks you once, pulling away but only for a moment to word his response "you have my word," before pressing his lips with yours yet again.

He's been alone most of his life, fending for himself against the world, but not anymore, because now he has you.

[cloudy-li]

about tangibility

luke castellan x unclaimed afab!reader no warnings 'In which two broken people find a semblance of comfort within each other.' A story from 'Two Threads of Yarn', a pjo series that i'm working on (hopefully) encompassing pjo, hoo and toa :) [sorry if there's any misspellings or grammar mistakes (-_-)]

The night was dark and full of terrors. Yet, sitting side by side on the pebbly embankment of the lake, shrouded by towering conifers, two teenagers felt more alive than ever. Newly befriended, you and Luke passed the restless nights — when neither could sleep — together by the lake.

In great succession, smoothened pebbles were grasped, tilted, aimed and skimmed on the surface of the lake. Sending mesmerizing ripples across the silver surface. “Ah-ha! Seven skims!” You exclaim jovially, fists pumping in the air victoriously. “Nahh, I only saw five,” from his position on the ground, sitting cross-legged, Luke held your gaze. Stern. Serious. You furrowed your brows and squinted at the surface of the lake. “No~, are you sure? I swear —” Your sentence was cut-off when you glimpsed the shit-eating grin on Luke’s face. “Luke!” You whined exasperatedly, storming over a few feet to where he was. You shoved him half-heartedly as you sat down next to him. “Mmh, sorry starlight.” You rolled. Your eyes but at the same time, couldn't suppress the smile that ghiddly made its way onto your face.

The two of you fell into comfortable silence. Shoulder to shoulder, fingers only centimeters apart from one anothers. Suddenly, you were aware of the silvery halo that adorned Luke's tousled hair, liquid silver outlining every curl of his hair and every curve of his face. Even his eyes which were usually a warm brown were now darker, deeper, more soulful and highlighted with silver. And then, instantaneously, your stomach clenched, trying to suppress a flurry of butterflies. Then, your ribs tightened and your heart and you felt as if you were suckerpunched in the windpipe. Abruptly, you inhaled and realized. You really wanted to hold his hand, and kiss his cheek, his eyes, his nose, his scar, his lips. You knew, with a startling realization, that you wanted Luke to hold you, and put his lips on yours.

“I was wondering…” you broke out of your trance, managing to muster a measly “mmh?” Luke's hand drifted towards your face ‘his hands are so pretty’. His fingers settled on a distinct lock of hair, fingertips ghosting along its length. “I was wondering how you got this… You told me you weren’t born with it, so how…?” Luke seemed to trail off as you yourself reached for that lock of silvery hair. A great marring sight juxtaposed vividly against your other dark locks.

“Honestly, I don’t think I remember very much of it.” You started off. “I was young, maybe four or five, and all I remember is this weird dream,” You paused briefly, trying to recollect fragments of your childhood memory. “It was really, really dark. But at the same time, there was light as well – like a vast night sky. And then, I saw faces, figures – I think – I remember; one was very bright – like the sun – and another looked really old and smelt like almonds – And then, I remember waking up and my father being shocked at my hair.” You finished, silently trailing off to glance at Luke. He looked to be in deep thought. ‘Gods, I wanna kiss him so bad’ You went to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. Once, twice, thrice, you missed. Furrowing your brows, you bought your hand into the moonlight.

And froze.

Ice creeped up your veins and the breaths you took began to seem more and more laborious. Your chest constricted. Luke was brought out of his stupor by heavy breaths. Panicked, he turned towards you and frantically examined your hands. Where your fingers should have been, there was nought left but near-transparent mirages of your fingers outlined by a blackish shimmer. Luke immediately gathered you in his arms. On instinct, he instructed you to bring your knees to your chest and gently gilded your head until it was almost between your knees. Sitting behind, with you in his arms, Luke stroked your hair until heavy breaths and sobs gave way for slow calming breaths accompanied by the occasional sniffle. “Sorry… Again…” you mumbled out ashamed. Luke shifted so that he was facing your side. “Starlight, you don’t need to say sorry…I meant it when I said that I’m here for you.” Luke tucked the stray lock of hair behind your ear, absentmindedly. You clenched and unclenched your fists. The transparence was retreating giving back to tangible flesh and bone. Luke enclosed one of your hands in his. “Thank you,” you breathed out. You hung your head for a while but eventually managed to lift your head and lock your eyes with Luke. ‘I want this.’

“Kiss me.” “Hmm… Starlight?” “Kiss me Luke, please.” “Starlight are you sure? You’re not really–” “Luke, just kiss me, please.”

And with that desperate plea, any semblance of restraint melted away as Luke touched his lips to yours, and it felt soothing. Not shocking, or electric. Luke felt like a welcome chilly breeze on a hot summer's day where you were burning up and fading out. He was soft and he was gentle but there was also passion, reined back. He handled you with care, the same way the ocean guilds a sailor home, and yet have the power to break his ship and his soul if it ever wished to. But more than anything, Luke’s lips against yours was something tangible. Something to hold onto as you phase in and out of reality. He was your anchor, keeping you in his world. Luke broke the kiss to pepper your neck with featherlight touches. And you reciprocated. Kissing his cheeks, his eyes, his nose… You hesitated at the scar. Your hand traveled to cup his cheek.

“Can I…”

He gave no response except for a single nod before going back to pepper the conjunction between your jaw and your neck in kisses. And gingerly, ever so softly, you traced your thumb across his scar. Luke came to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of your touch. And then, you leaned in to place a soft kiss underneath his eye. You came to rest your head on his shoulder, peppering kisses near his collarbones.

“I love you. You whispered.”

“I love you too, Starlight,” he whispered back. Chin resting upon your head as you both basked in each other's presence. Two broken souls searching for something tangible in a world where uncertainty and danger were wholly rife, bathed in a silver glow underneath the vast night sky.

Somewhere, The Fates twisted two threads of yarn into one.

[cursedkeyboard]

Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.6 FINAL)

What does Jason do after he secures his spot as your number one person and you slowly but surely grow up into an independent teen..? Wait, stop, you're not supposed to do that. You're his baby. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]

Pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader / Batfamily & Child GN!Reader

Okay, let's be honest here, Jason would hate how fast time flies

As busy as he'd be splitting his life between vigilante work and fatherhood, taking down crazy new villains, attending to your school events, catching up with his friends, going on family vacations, Jason would 100% still notice how fast you were growing

By the way he'd have to often buy you new clothes because of your growth spurt

And how the current mark on the wall where he measured your height was inches apart from the first one he made

You were spending more time with your friends, the things you were getting interested in made no sense to him, and you wouldn't go to him to take care of your hair as much as you used to

It fucking terrified Jason

He hated it, so much

While he was proud and absolutely thrilled that you were independent, confident, and a hell of a charmer, he also wanted his baby back

The little brat who barely came up to his elbows

The one who'd cling to his legs whenever he told you to clean your room and would get dragged around

Hell, he really missed how you'd fit so easily in his arms as he carried you around

You still fit, he was a big guy after all, but for you it'd be a bit embarrassing for your dad to carry you around like that

Teenagers and embarrassment, am I right?

Now in his late twenties and over all that anger inside him, Jason would probably whine about it to his family

"I mean, how can someone grow so fast? It makes no fucking sense!"

"Jason, it's been five years, kids grow."

"Thanks Captain Obvious, but mine shouldn't!"

"What? You wanted the kid to be eleven forever?"

"..."

"Jay..."

"Shut the fuck up."

Somehow, being so lonely and melancholic over watching you sprout and bloom, Jason would even end up bonding a little with Bruce

Think about it, at this point Bruce would already be in his sixties or something, so Cass would've taken over the mantle by then

I'd imagine he'd still work as intelligence for the League but with Cass as the Hero of Gotham and Tim as the CEO of Wayne Industries, the old bat would have a lot of time in his hands

Which he'd spend around his family and grandkid

And when Bruce noticed Jason's pouty and broody demeanor when you were texting a friend, he couldn't help but laugh

"Now you know how I feel."

"It's different. It's going too fast."

"Son, I watched all of you leave the manor in less than fifteen years, it's always too fast."

Begrudgingly, Jason listened to Bruce's advice, that same old anxiety rising up in his chest, leaving him vulnerable and restless

"The best thing you can do is talk to your kid. I learned it the hard way with all of you and I know things would've been different if I had reached out sooner."

Jason couldn't deny that, even if the look in his old man's face did make his chest hurt a little

It's not like he hadn't thought about it, to be honest, you two always had a very open and communicative relationship

That was the exact reason why you two trusted each other implicitly and barely ever had any fights

But he was scared, downright terrified that you would confirm his fears

Just imagining you saying "I'm fifteen, dad, of course I'm not gonna hang out as much with you anymore." already broke his heart

So after whining a little to anyone near him and almost getting stabbed by Damian for "being such a clueless moron", Jason decided to put his big, grown ass adult pants and talk to you

It would be during a late afternoon, when the sun is setting and you had decided to make dinner tonight while Jason set the table

He'd run his hand through his hair once, then twice, maybe even thrice, and ask without looking at you

"Are you embarrassed of me?"

You'd almost burn yourself by whipping your head so hard Jason thought you'd snap your neck

"What?"

Ok, so they were doing this

Cool. Cool cool cool.

It was now or never

"You've been spending a lot of time away, always on your phone, we– uh, we haven't matched or hung out in a while either so– I get it, kid, I know you wouldn't want to–"

"Wait, stop, are you serious?"

Uh, oh, you were using the same tone as Damian

Like you thought he was the dumbest being to walk on earth

Damn that little demon for corrupting you

"I was just wondering, okay? I understand if–"

"No– dad, what? I thought you were busy!"

"What?"

Let's rewind a bit

You'd always been pretty attached to Jason, always glued to his hip, mimicking his mannerisms and speech

Steph even called you "mini Red Hood" when you started to unconsciously copy the way your old man dressed and his slangs

It was terribly cute for everyone

And you were proud of it! You were!

Jason was your hero, your favorite person, your dad

You wanted to be like him and you weren't ashamed of it, not even when Damian tried making fun of you

Because he was a dirty Batman wannabe and nobody liked those

He was your best friend and confidant, the one adult you'd trust fully without questions, always by his side and supporting him through everything

Except for that one time playing monopoly but that was Cass's influence

You owned Red Hood merch, you liked spending weekends and holidays with him, you matched your tastes and likes to everything Jason liked because it was Jason and you wanted to be closer to him

Birthdays could end up being just the two of you and you'd still be thrilled to have your dad around (even if the other bats would never allow such sad little party)

You had around nine years of experience with shitty adults, so excuse you for being overjoyed that your real dad was someone worth loving fully and irrevocably

But everything changed when you turned fourteen and the kids in your class started acting... weird

"Urgh, my mom is so embarrassing."

"My dad keeps calling me little princess even though I told him to stop!"

"Why are parents so cringe."

Apparently, disliking your parents made you cool in middle school

But that's not what changed things

It was when your friends laughed at you for talking so much about Jason, asking you if your old man even had time to do other things when you kept clinging to him

Which... you had never thought about

In all honesty, being around your dad was so natural at that point, always in his field of vision, relating random things to him, texting one word messages just to check in, that you hadn't realized you've might have been hogging his attention too much

Some unease and insecurities wormed their way inside your vulnerable teen heart and you convinced yourself you had been taking too much of your father's time

You couldn't even remember the last time he hung out with his best friend

What if he became sick of you?

What if he was already annoyed?

That terrified you, it truly did

Long story short, you forced yourself to change a little, keeping a bit more distance, not being as needy or clingy

You even started doing your hair by yourself, which sucked so much ass

You never realized how much thought and care your dad put in taking care of you

It made you miss him even more, but you wanted to be a good kid and let your dad have some freedom

He was still in his 20s after all!

And with him a bit more involved with his vigilante side of life, going to the manor more often, and the rise in criminal activity, you had assumed he was busy being an adult

Which, eurgh, you missed him so bad

But you were being a good child!

So much for that

By the time you finished explaining your side of things, after the two of you stared at each other for long moments, Jason was left with his head in his hands

He made a noise akin to a deflating balloon, his shoulders slumping

Good god, the two of you were embarrassing

He loved you

So fucking much

Jason thought his heart would explode

He could've been a little upset that you didn't just... talk to him but then again, he also didn't talk to you

Like father, like kid

"You're so stupid!"

Your laughter warmed his heart as he grabbed you by the shoulders and wrapped you in a bear hug, squeezing you tightly

Yep, you still fit perfectly in his arms

"Says the one who listened to the words of fourteen year olds!"

"I was also fourteen!"

Even though you two bickered and grumbled, his sigh of relief in your hair was very telling

And so was the way you clung to him tightly

God, he had missed his kiddo so much

"Never do that to me again, okay? Babies shouldn't grow so fast."

"I'm fifteen, dad."

"And you're also cute and short, so you're still my baby."

"Everyone is short when you're six foot."

"Thank the pit for that."

"I don't think I will, actually."

That night, after the two of you ate your somewhat burnt dinner, Jason carried you to the couch despite your whining and cuddled you as you picked your movie of choice

You did grow, currently in that awkward teen phase with growing pains and longer limbs, but the way you tucked your head beneath his chin was still the same

The way you looked at him, eyes filled with happiness and adoration, was still the same

Your laugh and sharp words, how you still reacted the same way to certain scenes, your mannerisms, attitude, innocence

Sure, you were growing wonderfully

And you definitely mirrored him a lot more than you knew

But Jason had been a fool for thinking you were changing

You were still his baby, the mean kid with a soft heart, rough past, and dirty mouth he grew to love so much he didn't know what to do with himself

And to know that distance between you two had been manipulated and not purposeful ripped his anxiety right out of his chest

You wanted to be by his side just as much

You loved him just as much

And he couldn't ask for more

"You will let me do your hair tomorrow though, you fucking suck at it."

"Suck a bag of dicks, dad."

"Love you too, brat."

The end.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hello!! I hope you’re doing okay, this is my first BSD request so I was hoping if I could ask for Kunikida, Dazai. Fukuzawa and Ango with a s/o who is a hopeless romantic! Like they love LOVE if you get what I mean? Their love language is every love language! A s/o who is super affectionate, and has a lot of love in their heart for their partner and their biggest simp!

Thanks so much!! 🥰

Love-o-virus

Headcanon: Love is something expressed, with actions ft Kunikida, Dazai, Fukuzawa , Ango Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting Hi! tysm for the request, I hope you are doing great as well. This headcanon is so wholesome I hope it aren't that disappointing.

Kunikida:

How do I even start with this man?

You would randomly bargain into the office to hug him. (Dazai be laughing at Kunikida's face)

Now, this man has everything timed and we know how busy he gets, but that doesn't stop him from receiving a hug from you.

You would write letters for this man, and I am pretty sure he has a box full of it at his room just dedicated to the things he receive from you.

He would return home tired and dejected perhaps, thanks to Dazai but your forehead kisses would always bring a smile on his face.

Now its not only you who would be such an affectionate one in the relationship.

He would totally bring breakfast to bed if you ever overslept. (He doesn't impose his schedules on you , he is such a sweetheart)

Who says everything is perfect when scheduled? Your affection for him was the only schedule he never made, and is the only schedule he ever broke.

You would probably be texting this man 'Next time I hug you, I probably won't let go for a long time.' just for him to hurry up and get home so that you can hug him again.

Kunikida is 100/100 rule breaker for you and only you.

Dazai howling at the backstage. *bonks Dazai*

Dazai:

We all can agree he would love this

He thought you were someone who despite romantic moves and affection considering your past conversations with him.

He legit screamed "Y/N GOT LOVE-O-VIRUS" Just because you kissed him more then thrice that day.

This boy loves it when you hug him from behind.

We all know this man might as well as be traumatized and haunted by his past, so you being his lover, suggests forces him to lie down and sleep

What on earth did I think about all the time before you?

Your affections just make him so happy that ADA team gets scared.

"I always wake up smiling. I think it's your fault."

Power couple 10/10>>>>>

"Even though I'm unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you, and I will continue to love you forever." Totally can imagine Dazai speaking this to you as you both will be cuddling.

You would just gift this man some perfume and hand knit sweater and the next day his appearance would be so different. Did he really had that long legs???

As much as you worship him, he worships you more. Hope this aren't going yandere next

I don't know if you read Reunion with blood and tears, But like i said, i can totally imagine Dazai receiving headpats makes him feel safe.

I honestly imagine him being touch starved, and with all that trauma he received at such an young age, his S/O being super affectionate gives him comfort and bonus.

Dazai deserves better

He loves whenever he returns home and is welcomed by a warm hug.

You two would often be drinking alcohol by the balcony and your drunken state would tell him how much you love him.

He loves you

<3

Fukuzawa:

He still gets surprise with your sudden interactions

Lets be honest, you will be hugging this man and he would do nothing but return the hug and smile.

You would probably be gifting him a cat someday on his birthday and he would probably be so happy he would return a favor with a kiss and maybe hugs

YOU & CATS>>>>>>> that's his ideology.

THIS RELATIONSHIP>>>>>> its pure fluff

If you ever flirted with this man, in your youth days it would probably be "If loving you was a job, I'd be the most deserving, dedicated, and qualified candidate. In fact, I'd even be willing to work for free!"

He would let you style his hair whatever you feel like it, even if it ruins or ends up knotted. But he loves you so its worth it.

I am pretty sure he would love it whenever he returns home and sees you setting up the table for both of you to eat. I MEAN YOU WAITED FOR THIS MAN TO RETURN HOME DESPITE YOU WERE LOWKEY HUNGRY.

Please he is just lucky to have you.

Your adoptive ADHD child Ranpo along with the rest of ADA team would be dropping off and visiting you on weekends, where you all would play board games minus the yelling in monopoly.

He would probably giving you massages whenever you felt stressful and hug you in a comfortable way.

You both feel safe in each others presence.

You would be scrolling down the street, as your hand intervene his watching the peaceful Yokohama city you protected and preserved.

Ango:

this man is very microwavable.

Blushing 10/10

Your way of affections to him was headpats and nose kisses.

You both work as partners, so its very normal for you to slip your hands into his

Nose kisses>>>>>>

You would be randomly be resting your head on his shoulders whenever you take a mini break and he would always reply you with 'Y/N- we are at work'

You would always pass comments along the line 'You are literally the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.' only for him to blush.

Please he cant even act serious when you are around him standing so protectively. You are just damn cute for him.

You would be making him Coffee as he overworks, even if it meant to wake up at 1 am and make something for him.

His heart melts every time you do small acts for him.

Making coffee? His clothes fully laundered? You making sure he eats food? Yeah every small thing you do for him makes him feel loved and just bring back all the zoo feelings in his stomach again as a high school teenager.

I lowkey doesn't feel like it was exactly written along the lines of what was requested, but I hope this doesn't disappoints you.

[i4bellingham]

(happy) birthday : jude bellingham x reader (angst)

synopsis: jude’s birthday party wasn’t the same. it will never be the same.

warning: a misleading concept, proceed and read with utmost caution. mentions (implications) of an accident, passing

note: rainy season brings the angst in me so here we are. this is a revised fic that i did for enhypen’s jungwon in my previous wattpad account that i wrote last 2021 (i think??) just in case someone recognizes the plot lol

The craft paper that held the bouquet of flowers was nearly crumpled, snug against Jude’s palm and he placed it beside him on the ground before he can further cause any damage to the floras.

He leaned on the trunk with a sheepish smile when you jokingly frowned at him as he stared ahead.

A timid sigh left his lips before he cradled a box on his lap. It was a gift from one of his teammates in England’s national football team. You've met him a couple of times, Jude thinks. Mason Mount was his name.

You've missed a plenty of party where he normally asks you to be his plus one. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly do that now.

You're far away. So far away from home.

But Jude would still come over and visit, every thrice a year he would. And you're grateful. Very grateful.

“How was the party?” You asked him, leaning on his shoulders.

Jude feels a breeze of air brush past his neck, and he smiles, a pained one but he smiled regardless.

“The party was an absolute blast. Could never really expect anything less from the guys you know?” He replied. “It was fun. I had fun.”

You hummed, nodding your head to his words as he began fiddling with the ring on his finger.

“They had my brother smash a cake on my face the moment I stepped foot inside the house.” Jude shook his head, an amused laugh leaving his lips as he recalled being bombed by the vanilla frosting of his cake after he locked his door. “They also had these atrocious balloons with my meme faces printed on it. It was such a horrifying sight if I'm being quite honest.”

Jude looked to his side as you remained leaning on him, a soft smile gracing his lips as he recalls yet another monstrosity in his supposed birthday party.

“I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to do a bamboozled theme cupcakes but that was not it. Quite disgusting if I'm bein’ honest with you but no one really did stepped up to own up to that but it was fine.” He pursed his lips with a chuckle. “Jadon was the unlucky one for always picking out the bamboozled flavors though, nearly threw up in the carpet when he got the rotten egg instead of the vanilla flavored cupcakes.”

You laughed alongside him, imagining the reaction Sancho probably had knowing he can be a tad bit dramatic especially when the situation calls for it. But a rotten egg flavored cupcake? You nearly heaved dry air imagining what it might have tasted like.

Silence then prevailed as Jude got lost in his own thoughts and you silently observed your best friend as he stared right ahead of him. A somber expression took over the youthful and joyful glow in his eyes, the smile he had long vanished into a tight-lipped expression to mask the pain and sadness he was feeling.

“I miss you.” He muttered, fingers tugging on the small plants on the ground as he muttered the three words over and over again.

There is a deep-rooted ache in your chest, a sensation that felt like a thousand knives being plunged to your heart as you eye the fragile state your best friend was in.

You lost it when the first tear left his eyes, cascading down his cheeks as he fisted his palms over the ground.

“I just wish you were still here with me you know?” His voice broke, and Jude tried so hard to stop his tears from flowing, but to accompany the pain in his heart, they too never once stopped. “I miss you so much, and every single fucking day I wish that I was there to get you home so you don't have to ride that fucking bus, and maybe this wouldn't have to happen. Every breathing moment, I just wish that you never left me...”

You left his side, crouching down in front of him. And in your faint silhouette, you reached a hand out, gently tracing his cheeks as he cried, calling out for your name, apologizing, and wishing for you to comeback.

Jude feels awful. He was supposed to come here, spend some time with you during his birthday. The 3rd one that you already missed. He wasn't supposed to come here and cry his eyes out. But even this being the 3rd time, the pain in his chest never hurt less. The pain that lingered in his heart and mind, the same one that's been there since your passing was a hard one to tame. So heavy and remorseless as it ate him up whole, so unbothered to bite him where he's hurt the most.

And while everyone else seemed to have coped just fine, for Jude, it wasn't the same. Everyday hurt just the same, every single waking moment brought a new batch of tears to his eyes. It wasn't going easy for him, not even 3 years later.

“I just want you back here with me... that's all I want but I know I can't have that. And that is what hurts me the most, every single fucking day. It's easier to fake that I'm fine than tell the others that I'm not okay at all... I don't even think that I will be okay...”

The faint silhouette of your fingers traced his jaw, thumbs running over the skin of his cheeks where his tears were freely running down as he spoke.

They left a light feeling in your fingers, but cold against Jude’s skin.

It just wasn't the same anymore.

“I'm sorry.” You laid your forehead against his, muttering the only two words that you could speak of at that very moment. “I'm sorry. I am so sorry...”

A cold breeze of air passed by Jude, the gentle touch of cold air nipping at his skin, closer to his face as he closed his eyes to savor the feeling. It was a mere reminder that you were there in that moment with him, although not physically existing and wrapped in the warmth of his arms, Jude knew you were there, looking out for him just as you always do.

It was bittersweet, but he cherished that moment with you before your gravestone, watching the sun set in the distance just like the old times when you were still alive and with him.

And as Jude left, there is a neatly placed bouquet of red tulips by your grave. A bouquet of flowers that spoke of the words and feelings he never once had the chance to tell you.

not proofread.

[xreaderbooks]

Paradise on Earth (14)

Chapter: 14. Homecoming

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, Violence, Guns, Police brutality

Summary: Y/n and the pogues travel to charleston to get answers from Mrs. Limberey.

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The sound of the heavy door knocker echoed from inside Mrs. Limbreys's home. Pope slams the handle down thrice more giving you all a questioning look, "Was that too much?" 

"It echoed the entire house that's for sure," JJ responds. "So they definitely heard it."

"Maybe nobody's home?" Kie says. Pope lifts the handle to the door knocker and slams it down twice more, on the second knock a man with light brown hair, dark circles around his eyes, and a scruffy beard opens the door. He surveys the group and smirks, pointing at the boy to your left. 

"You must be Pope."

Pope hesitates, then asks "Are you Mr. Limbrey?"

"Ms. Limbrey" The man corrects, "was expecting you yesterday."

"I'm sorry, my car broke down on the way up here-" Pope stutters.

"Carburetor blew up in the middle of nowheresville." JJ tells the guy, "Sorry about that."

"She was really upset when you didn't show up."

"We tried to call, but there's no number on the invitation." You piped in, "We got here as fast as we could."

"She also expected you to come alone." The man reels the attention back on Pope.

"These are my friends, they helped find the royal merchant too. I-"

"The instructions were explicit, your friends can stay outside." He forces a smile, an attempt to seem nicer than what he was demanding.

JJ tries to negotiate by telling the man that the group was a package deal but Pope shuts him down. "It's okay, I got this. I'll be good."

"Yeah, we'll be right here" Kie smiles reassuringly.

Pope whispers with his back slightly turned to Mrs. Limbreys lackey "Keep the car running." He squeezes Kiara's hand and followed the man inside. He lets the door shut behind him and you wince at the sound. The idea of Pope being alone with the unkempt-looking man and the strange woman who was apparently highly upset that he didn't show up on time, left you feeling uneasy. 

Nevertheless, you, Kiara, and JJ got comfortable inside Hayward's truck, keeping a close eye on the large yellow house.

"If Limbrey's legit then Ward gets arrested, and maybe Sarah gets the gold," Kie explains as you watch Pope get swept to the backyard of Mrs. Limbrey's house. He looks at the truck but it was hard to decipher if he was in trouble or not. 

"Does that look voluntary?" You ask the others. The man who was now following close behind a blonde woman who you can only assume would be Mrs. Limbrey, pushed Pope to look forward. 

"That would be a negative," JJ said.

"Come on," Kie was ready to go after them until JJ laid a hand on her shoulder to keep her from going. "What?"

"They're going into the alley," You notice. "So we should go around the back."

"Yeah, we'll meet them on the other side." JJ turns the key to the truck in the ignition and slowly goes around the block. You and Kie stare intently into the alleyways but there was no sign of Pope, Mrs. Limbrey, or the man. 

"Where did they go?" You questioned.

"What if they went underground?" JJ started with his unlikely theories, "In C.H.U.D. when they took people down into the sewers, it would turn the humans into humanoids 'cause of the radiation. And then all of a sudden-"

"JJ, that doesn't even make any sense." 

Kie gives the both of you a fixed look and returns to her search for Pope. Five-Ten minutes pass and no sign of him, you pull out your phone in hopes that there would be service. You open up google maps and set it to satellite mode, tracing where Limbreys house would be to any potential paths they could have taken. 

"Y/N, I know you are not playing Pokemon Go without me right now," JJ glances at your phone.

You rolled your eyes, focusing your attention back on your phone, Limbreys property was bigger than you thought it was. "JJ, go back to Limbreys, I think I found something."

"Oh like what?" JJ snorted "A Charizard?"

Kiara laughs at that one, "That has to be the dorkiest shit you have ever said."

~~~

You heard the sound of grunts coming from behind a bush. JJ and Kie followed your lead as you guided them to where you were hoping Pope would be. At the turn of a corner, you heard something like a fight and you knew Pope was in trouble. The three of you ran into the action, Pope was wrestling the man who works for Limbrey, and the man was reaching for the taser but JJ ran up just in time to kick the taser to Kie who shouted: "Come on!"

The four of you rush back to the truck, Pope gasping for breath "That was crazy as shit, let's get out of here!" 

JJ needed no encouragement, the tires made a loud screeching sound when he made a sharp turn around the narrow street where you found Pope's location. You look over your shoulder noticing a car speeding up behind you. "I think he's following us!"

"This is a one-way!" Pope shouts. "Turn left!" There were cars heading directly towards you, or you guys were headed directly towards the way of traffic. JJ follows the directions behind yelled at him and almost runs over two running pedestrians.

"That was an evasive driving technique y'all," The manic smile on JJ's face, was not at all concerning.

"Where are we going?" You ask.

"Hang on, I'm gonna lose him." Was all the warning he gave before he rotates the wheel left into a random alleyway? There was smoke similar to the smoke from earlier coming from the hood. "You said he fixed the carburetor, you said he fixed it!" JJ shouts accusatorily at Pope.

"No, no, no, no!" Kie panics. The four of you now had no way to run from the man chasing you, not to mention the way home. You'd have to ditch Heyward's truck in the alley and come back for it later. You all hustle your way out of the truck, grabbing your backpacks from the trunk, all the while JJ's making a point about never trusting mechanics. 

The man now rounded the corner and you bust into a sprint, you look back for a second and catch a glint of something black in his hand. "Guys, I think he has a gun!"

"Shit, get down!" JJ says.

"I'm cramping!" Pope pants beside you. 

Oxygen gets sharper in your chest every time you breathe, yet you don't feel like you can inhale properly, nor do you think you can actually catch a breath from all the running. You now regret never going to a gym and rethinking every unhealthy food decision you ever made. You're about to get shot and die because you decided to skip every time you had to do a mile in P.E. to vape in the abandoned school bathroom with JJ.

"This is such an uncool way to die," You wheeze out. JJ leads you all through an alley between two houses in hopes of losing the guy but he just gains onto your group. Suddenly, Kie and the others come to a halt. There in front of you alive, tanned, and busted-looking as usual was John B. Right behind him was the kook princess herself, Sarah Cameron. 

You couldn't help the breathy laugh of relief that you let out when you saw him. It was like time had slowed down and all you needed was that one second to process your brother's presence before he rushed you all to get into the seating behind his bicycle. 

"Pedal faster John B!" Sarah told him, looking back there were now two more men chasing after you. 

"God, you guys are heavy," Pope complains as he and JJ are helping John B by pushing the chair with the extra weight of you, Kiara, and Sara.

Ms. Limbreys lackey had caught up to you all now grabbing Pope and dragging him down. Pope rolled away and ran back to the bike, the man gripped the back of the chair you were sitting on and Kie and Sarah shoved his hand away. He slipped and fell onto the street allowing you all to escape. 

~~~

It felt like the end of a really fucked up story, the way you all floated off into the sunset in the stolen boat. You knew this was far from the end with all that was waiting for you, your brother, and your friends when you get back to the cut. For now, you bask in the sense of normalcy as you drift into the marshes. Stories of your separate journeys had you all laughing, crying, and howling in hysteria at how your lives even got to this point. 

Eventually, hunger became too much to ignore. John B anchored the boat at a random nearby dock. There were a few scattered houses around, homes with enough land to farm. Jackpot.

You, Kiara, and Sarah ran off as soon as you could, fleeing far away from the boys in search of anything that could sustain you. The first few places you checked out were duds but you heard one of the girls call out and you ran. 

Watermelons were not in your top three favorite fruits, after today that changed. Once you were able to crack open the Watermelon, the three of you settled on a rusty old bench with 3 feet-tall grass. After a good couple of minutes of you all satiating your hunger with handfuls of the fruit, Sarah dropped the bomb. 

"Wait, so you really got married?" Kie asked.

"It wasn't exactly legal," Sarah explained with a smile. "But yeah."

Your smile widened with hers, never in a million years would you have thought that your brother married. John B wasn't the settling type, much less at this age and Sarah Cameron was not number in your list of people that you had in mind. Granted you didn't have anyone in mind for that matter.

"Am I crazy or is there something going on with you and Pope?" Your 'sister-in-law' questions.

Kie shrugs, "Maybe."

"That's not a no," You smirk at her while sharing a knowing look with the blonde seated next to you. 

"It's not a no," Kie repeats her shrug and you all giggle in response. "Mm, Don't you have a little thing to share with us now too Y/N?"

"See that's definitely a no," You shake your head furiously at her before she has a chance to ask. 

"What is happening right now?" Sarah barks out a laugh.

"JJ and Y/N possibly." Kie's statement almost made you choke on the watermelon you were currently chewing. 

"No!" You protest, "You see this is where gossip spreads. Lies!"

Kie rolls her eyes playfully, "C'mon we all see it."

JJ definitely doesn't. This was the first time Kiara has ever mentioned anything regarding you and JJ, you shared your crush on the boy way back when but nothing to count for now. As far as she was concerned the rule of 'No pogue on pogue macking' was still on and JJ was still at the top of the list. The rule was set in for Kiara, to be honest, John B was your brother. Pope lowkey had a thing for Kie but his nerdy ass was never gonna do a thing about it. You would retract that last sentence now but it's mutual so it doesn't count.

The only one who was vocal about his feelings or supposed feelings was JJ and Kie never gave a straight answer other than "You know that rules". 

"There's nothing to see, JJ's otherwise preoccupied with his feelings," You didn't know how much of that was true. While JJ did flirt with Kie, he flirted with more than half of the female population. There was no telling who or what he was serious about. One thing for sure is that he is not interested in you. 

"He's different when he's around you." 

"He's different around you too Kie, you just don't take him seriously enough to realize it." 

Kie sighed, "That's because I'm not interested. I have my 'maybe' thing with Pope going on, I am spoken for. You, however, are not."

"How weird is it that we're that friend group now?" Sarah scrunched her nose.

"The one where every single member is paired up," Kie nodded mournfully. "Our saving grace is that we don't switch partners."

You snort, "That's cause there's six of us and two of us are related. Not to mention the combinations -if we exclude John B and me- are too weird to think about."

"You never answered the question though," Sarah redirected. You wish she hadn't.

"Short story is; I may or may not like JJ and as far as I know JJ does not like me in that way. It's been confirmed with and without the flirting involved."

"And how long ago was this confirmation?" The brown-haired girl's tone was too accusatory for your liking. "It's been years, feelings change."

"Yeah, but one thing won't- I'm John B's sister and let's say fuck the rule on macking, JJ is a lot of things but he's not gonna betray John B like that."

"You see if you look at it as a betrayal..." Sarah drags. You roll your eyes and stuff your mouth with watermelon to avoid further questioning. 

~~~

After a swift family meeting you had all agreed to 'let shit hit the fan tomorrow' as John B said, JJ and Kie went into a bodega to grab a case of beers before you made your way back to the Chateau. 

The pogues being back together felt like old times, straight vibing and floating along the marshes the warmth of the sun with the comfort of knowing the water is fresh to jump in. John B was alive and you didn't have the burden of surviving alone on your shoulders. Your thoughts drifted to the almost comatose state you were in while your brother was gone. The self-hatred and regret seared into your heart from all the memories of you and Rafe, together. 

You refused to let your mistakes of the past ruin the one night of peace you had before reality hit tomorrow. The hot tub JJ impulsively bought sat in your yard, and you and the rest of your friends sat around it listening to Pope spit rhymes you knew could come out of him with a good couple of beers. 

As the night turned darker, you in your hazed state noticed how Kie was staring intently at Pope as he and JJ wrestled. Pope strategically placed his leg behind JJs allowing him to straddle JJ, beating him. You wiggled your eyebrows at Kie who smirked as he won and gazed at him as he walked away from JJ laying on the ground with his fists up in celebration.

"I leave and this is what happens," John B shakes his head at Kie following after Pope, most likely for some privacy.

"Are you blaming me?" JJ points to himself looking jokingly offended. 

"A 'lil bit," John B stands from his beach chair shaking his beer bottle. "Your boy's out." He leaves in search of more. 

"You guys are the ones that died!" JJ exclaims in defense. 

"Literally one job, JJ," Sarah comments.

You let them continue their debate as your eyes search for John B, he just grabbed a can of beer from the cooler that was placed below the tree bark that was cut out to be in the shape of a heart. His tombstone of sorts. 

You walked up to him, the sounds of JJ and Sarah debating the rule were distant.

His voice croaked as he spoke, "Cute art project."

Tears welled in your eyes, and the memories of that day and every day since he was declared dead, haunted you. 

"Killed the tree though," John B joked. Your laughter stifled the sob that was forming in your throat. 

"I missed you John B," You stepped forward into your brother's arms that were ready to receive you. He held onto you tight as he whispered back, "I missed you too Princess."

~~~

The sound of a car door closing in the background interrupted the teasing you and JJ were calling out to Pope and Kiara who had borrowed John B's boat. JJ was about to make another joke, probably about how John B should clean it when they back or something like it. 

"What was that?" John B asked, on high alert. His panicked tone made you anxious.

"Your chicken?" JJ responded.

"I heard a car door."

"I heard it too," You confirmed. The only sounds you heard after the silence that followed your confirmation were the crickets, the music playing in the background, and JJ clucking like a chicken. John B covered his mouth to get JJ to shut up.

Panic filled your nerves at the anticipation. JJ put out the fire while John B helped you and Sarah climb up the tree before following up himself, JJ in tow. Hopefully whoever it was that was out there wouldn't see you. You try to steady your breathing when you hear Rafe's voice. 

"No, there ain't shit here man." Rafe's drug dealer, Barry, answers Rafe.

"They were obviously just here based off the smoke!" 

"Great observation boy scout."

 Rafe was standing a couple of feet away from where you and John B were having your moment. He points the gun at it and laughs maniacally, "Well shit."

"Your girl and your sister's a pogue for life huh, Rafe?" Barry adds fuel to Rafe's fire with his words. "Now who would have thought?"

Sarah's eyes meet yours for a second before you glance at JJ, you didn't realize you were breathing heavily, and he brings a finger to his lips.

"Shit!" Rafe lets out a yell full of rage, and you flinch as he shoots one, two, three times at the tree dedicated to your brother. Barry shoves Rafe, shouting at him to stop. 

"You're gonna get us caught!" He tugs Rafe along. "Let's go!"

~~~

None of you got to sleep last night, you spent the rest of the night til daybreak clutching onto Sarah, both of you distraught about how attached you were to Rafe. Sarah as his sister and you, his ex-girlfriend. There was no escaping him. JJ silently watched over you as you held your head in his hands, Sarah had John B to lean on but you- you had no one. 

Once you saw that Pope and Kie had returned from wherever they wandered off to JJ quickly informed them that you all had to go, rushing onto the boat with a cooler of drinks and what little snack you had, you all sailed off to a small part of the island that no one really came to.

Debates about what to do next stirred disagreements all around. Sarah brought up an idea that was a long shot. 

"With me back, my dad is gonna have to choose between me and Rafe." She made her point, "He's gonna choose me."

"Ward keeps lying to you, Sarah." John B tells her. Poor Sarah looks so tired, you all were, but her family is fucked up, and her idea of Ward choosing between her and Rafe was iffy.

"I-I know it sounds crazy-"

"Yeah, it does!" Kie proclaims. 

"But he's my dad and I know him. I know he loves me." She looks with pleading eyes at all of you, "I'm just asking for two hours."

You bit your lip shaking your head in defeat, there was no stopping her at this point. It was not going to go well and you could not shake this feeling since she left with the HMS Pogue, that something bad was about to happen. You didn't know if you could take any more bad news. 

You, Kie, and JJ went to gather wood, sharing your thoughts on this whole situation. The three of you with piles of wood in hand, dropping it all when you saw the HMS Pogue come into view. 

"Sarah!" You call out to her. The five of your run to meet her, and she informs you that the plan didn't work. 

"Welp, that settles it guys, you need to load up the wagon and get the hell out of dodge." JJ comes up behind them after ensuring the boat wouldn't leave the shore. 

Pope stands with hands on his hips telling them that they need to get supplies as soon as possible. There was something- boats with wailing sirens- coming in the distance. You clutch onto Kie's wrist, "Guys, I think it's too late."

"We have to find another way out," John B declares. 

As soon as one of the officers speaks on the bullhorn, giving you orders to stay on the beach with your hands in the air, you all bolt. Running into the small lake and into the trees, "Sarah you good?" You call out behind you. John B and JJ helped her into the water, her gunshot wound making it harder to escape. You swam through deeper water and found a large tree to hide behind. 

Sirens approached from everywhere, the coast guard was trekking the water with guns in their hands. You panted, out of breath and your heart ran at a million. You watched as JJ took out the gun, John B grabbing it out of his hand and shaking his head. He tossed the gun to the ground, JJ looked reluctant to let go but he did and spread the dirt on top of the gun to keep it hidden. 

"Step out into the clearing, get down. Do not move!" Shoupe's orders were contradictory but John B followed them. 

"The rest of you stay right where you are, keep your hands where we can see them!"

You and the others did what you were told until Deputy Thomas marched right up to John B and began to beat him to the ground. You were shouting with tears free falling down your cheeks, begging them to stop this. These adults were just standing by, allowing your brother to get beat by a man much older and much heftier than him for a crime he did not commit. 

After a couple more punches John B was down. 

~~~

Chapter 15

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[unknown-lab]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭

Pairing: Kamisato Ayato, Scaramouche x reader (separately)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Unintended pregnancy (Scara's part)

Masterlist

𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

Things haven't been going right between you and the Head of Kamisato Clan lately. For the past few months, Ayato only came back for one week. You missed him, of course. You can feel the both of you getting more and more distant from each other. Even if he comes home, it's always midnight when everyone is asleep. And before you could wake up and greet him, you were greeted by an empty space beside you.

After taking the test, you didn't give much thought as you were blinded by happiness. You wanted to surprise Ayato, so you dialed his secretary to ask for his schedule. Surprisingly, he's staying in a hotel located in Inazuma City. You wonder why he chose to stay there even though Kamisato Estate is not too far from Inazuma City. You ignored your concern and decided to drive to Inazuma City by yourself. 

By the time you get there, it’s alright dinner time. Ayato should either be doing paperwork or eating. You double-confirmed with his secretary and went straight to his room. You knocked once, twice, thrice, but no one opened the door. Right when you were about to call his number, the door finally opened up. He was only wearing a robe, the upper part of his chest exposed, droplets of water dripping down from his hair. You bit your inner lip to suppress your smile from forming on your face.

“What are you doing here?” His question came out cold and harsh. Especially when he’s looking at you with those icy-blue eyes that could stab through your heart. You don’t know why, but you felt that your heart ached a little from the tone of his voice. It’s like he didn’t want you to be here, at all.

“I just want to see you…” You dare not look at him, let alone speak with a cheerful tone. “Come in, take a sit.” He sighed and made a gesture to invite you in. You sat on the couch while Ayato went into the bedroom to dry his hair. You quickly followed him as you heard the sound of a hairdryer starting up. “Let me help you.” You sat on the bed with him, took the hairdryer from his hand, and start drying his hair. Although his hair isn’t too much or too less, it dries pretty quickly, it only took you 5 minutes to dry his hair completely. Once he stood up, you took a deep breath and hugged him from behind. With a smile on your face, you told him the big news.

“You are going to be a great dad.” 

You couldn’t see his reaction, but his reaction made it clear that you won’t be having a great day ahead. You could feel his body tense up, and he turned around to look at you with widened eyes. Your heart instantly dropped when you take a look at his face, eyebrows knit together, strong grip holding onto both sides of your shoulder which will bleed if you didn’t push him away.

“You are kidding right?” He looked into your eyes, asking impatiently. “Archons, please tell me you are kidding.” Tears started forming in the corner of your eyes, part of it is because of the shoulders that were about to bleed, but most of it was because you knew what is reaction is about. Although you don’t know the reason behind it, you’re too scared to even talk about this anymore. Ayato broke the silence with one sentence that shattered your heart into a million pieces.

“Y/n, abort it.” He turned around, facing his back to you.

“What?? Why???” You looked at him, you don’t even know what you’re feeling right now. Confusion? Anger? Disappointment? Maybe all. You never thought this would happen to you, especially when he’s involved. Ayato was always supporting you whenever you need, but this time… why?

“You know we aren’t married. How would people look at us if they know you were pregnant before marriage?” He took his phone out, it seems like he was going through his contacts. 

“Let’s get married then! Let’s not wait any longer, please…” And with that, Ayato left you sobbing alone in the dark room, heaviness hangs around you, suffocating, overwhelming.

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞

Note: This is before Scara left the fatui and everything before Sumeru archon quests.

Scaramouche had made it clear that he doesn’t, and will never want a child in his life. Well, at least that was what he said a few years ago, right when you both started dating. But now, you’re not sure, you never dared to ask again because it’s evident that he doesn’t like to touch anything related to this topic. 

Right now, looking at that test result you’re holding. You blinked a few times, rubbed your eyes, and looked at it again.

Fuck. Double lines.

Your head felt a little heavier than before. Enduring the pain, you made your way to the kitchen. You threw the test along with its box into the trash bin, you then leaned against the kitchen counter, staring blankly at whatever is in front of you, thinking, what exactly led you into this mess? 

Come to think of it, around 1 month ago, Scara came home drunk. He was never been that drunk before, but that day was an exception. “That shitass Tartaglia…” It was what you heard when you held him, guiding him to the couch. You carefully placed him and moved away to pour him a glass of water. Before you could move a step, a pair of strong arms turned you around and pulled you down, making you straddle his lap. That’s when things started going wrong…

While you were still processing the memory in your head, you heard the sound of someone unlocking the front door. 

“Y/n?” Scaramouche looked around and saw no traces of you. You quickly regained composure and rushed to the front door. You gave him a warm and tight hug, face buried into his broad and firm chest. The thing is, you couldn't bring yourself to lock eyes with him. You felt guilty, guilty of not being someone who lives up to his expectations… or rather, a wish from his side?

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” He doesn’t use physical touch as a love language, so he’s not used to hugging you. However, this time he could sense that something was telling him you weren’t in a good mood. Without second thoughts, he immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. He tried his best to give you the comfort you need, at the same time also trying to learn what’s going on in your head. Rather than telling the truth, you decided to keep it to yourself for the time being. 

“I just missed you. Go take a bath, I prepared warm water for you.” You raised your head and looked at him with a smile. While he was in the bathroom, you were struggling to construct a sentence in a way that he wouldn’t be suspicious. So that when he's done taking a bath you will be ready to ask him. He came out after 20 minutes with his messy damp hair, and a small tower over his shoulders. You were sitting peacefully on the couch, eyes so focused on the movie that's projecting on the TV screen. That's what he sees from his perspective though, in reality, you were anxious about the situation you've gotten yourself into. He tries to maintain his composure, the urge to just hop on the couch and cuddle you is using too much of his rationality to control what he really wants. At least, that was what he wanted to do to you. Instead, he just sat down beside you, laid down, and rested his head on your lap. You dried his hair with the towel. Although you’re 100% sure your lap will be wet, you just couldn’t care less about it, there’s something more important than that going through your mind.

"Hey, wanna play Truth or Dare?"

"Yeah, sure." He replied nonchalantly, eyes still fixated on the TV screen.

"You go first, I choose truth."

"Why did you choose me?" He turned around, eyes fixed on yours this time.

"Do you still remember the day we met each other? I got kidnapped by treasure hoarders. There were lots of people who saw that ugly scene of me screaming, struggling, and crying for help. But not a single soul tried to stop them, they were too scared to approach. Y'know, I thought I was done for until you stepped in." You looked at him, giving him the warmest smile that made him blush.

"Now, my turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth"

"Do you... despise children?" There was uncertainty and reluctance in your question. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, so you just looked in front, blankly. Of course, any normal human being would be expecting a positive answer, waiting for it expectantly.

"... Not really, but I'd rather prefer not to go near them."

... Silence

"I see..." Ding Dong. This is when your delivery came. Nice timing.

I ordered pizzas, wanna eat them? I'm quite tired today, so I'll go to bed first." You walked away, leaving Scaramouche alone in the living room. Of course, he didn't notice anything wrong going on within you...

He was assigned to a mission for 2 weeks after that day. Every day was uneasy without you around. When he came home, he was expecting a hug and kisses from you, but instead, he was greeted by a cold room without any sign of you, and a letter on the table.

[randomfoggytiger]

"I Think She Was Just Trying to Get Away"

(Fictober, Day 18)

Today's prompt is from @tossingmyglossymane: "What happened after Monday? Conversation between our two favorite idiots after the episode. Or really, any episode. I’m a big fan of missing scene fics."

Had fun with this, though it turned out a little bit different~.

*****

Mulder's voice filtered through, monotone-depressed rather than monotone-informative. "I think she was just trying to get away."

“...Are you okay?”

“Meet you there in an hour.” 

Scully listened to him cut the call; and sighed, placing the phone back on its set. 

The universal Mulder brushoff. 

No, not a brushoff-- a “do not touch” sign. 

As much as he encouraged his partner to open up to him, Scully knew Mulder compartmentalized his emotions into boxes identical to her own but with even tighter lids. Failures especially hit him hard-- striking his gut, curving upwards like a hook, ripping apart important organs on its way out-- and they both thought it easier to escape each new wound than to face it. For her, escape was work; for him, it was distance. For her, Luthor Lee Boggs immediately after a funeral; for him, a jaw lock on the Truth until all possibilities ran out. Then collapse: for her, usually on his strength; for him, likely wherever he stood but more than likely in his basement.

Scully paused, blinked, realized she'd only ever seen him fall apart twice in their partnership (Lucy Householder's unexplained death and his mother's unexpected stroke), almost thrice when ten to twenty feet away from her illusory suicide. But she knew Mulder: knew he wasn't ashamed to arrive at her apartment, helpless, with red eyes, bloodstains, and guilt-- knew shame was her department, not his. Mulder avoided. He was afraid giving in was giving up; and only ever broke down when admitting defeat.

Her mother and Melissa had told her-- in as much detail as she could tolerate-- about his behavior during her abduction and (first) miraculous recovery. Scully had also seen him lose more of himself, his hope, through her cancer; and watched his faith collapse after her remission. “I can’t do this alone,” he’d confessed in his hallway last summer. She believed him.

His one-in-five billion, Scully pondered. Another burden: believing in a man the rest of the world has written off. His Doubting Thomas, following faithfully for years but still insisting to see and touch with her own eyes and hands in order to believe. But until Mulder died and resurrected... well, until Mulder had died and resurrected as an infallible, unquestionable deity, Scully reasoned she was safe in her doubts. One fallible partner to another. And there was always unshakeable trust under her doubts, which she knew he needed more than blind belief.

She looked around the office, wondered what it meant that Mulder had gone home to fight insomnia rather than stay and brood. How tired he must have been. 

Making a decision, Scully retreated from the desk to find her laptop, diligently rooting through her emails until she found an autopsy request. At the very least, she’d make sure Mulder had a few hours to himself, time enough to put his internal organs back into their proper positions. Maybe even bring him some cool but incomplete information about the gory details-- an abstract puzzle to help along the concrete process. 

“Partners,” she affirmed, selecting 'Dana, Need a Favor' with precision.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023, and @fictober-event

[nishloves]

seventeen boyfriend headcannons;;

some of the points might be inspired by other headcannons I read before writing this ~

(performance unit)

HOSHI

would be your personal hype boy (man), expect kisses all day around, random back hugs and little whispers where he tells you just how beautiful you are inside and out, short child like banters and minimal arguments because he really can't be happy while knowing that you're upset at something which he did, or said; even if there was an argument he would probably try to talk to you and hug you in the process, reminding himself how absolutely worse he feels when he fights with you. He would sulk, he would get angry and maybe not talk to you for a while but, he would come back, because he misses you just that much.

Passionate and would 100% take you out on very random dates to sweet shops/cafes and more, would probably be very shy internally but would act like your little musings and quirks doesn't faze him at all, while his heart would be performing cartwheels, he just so absolutely loves you and adores you.

Would probably facetime you like twice-thrice a day when you or he himself is away.

Can't handle long term long distance relationships, not because he doesn't love you, but because he can't handle himself and misses you all day long, which may make his mood dampen.

"babe, you know I love you right?"

"yeah ofcourse."

"you're the most beautiful person I have met."

"thankyou, love."

"please hug me."

"soonyoung, you don't have to ask— I love you."

JUNHUI

Gentleman in the day and wild beast at night? Would be probably very reserved at the start of your relationships, would look at you doing funny random things and adore you, after a couple of months, when he has loosened up enough the roles would be reversed and you would be the one looking at his antics. At the start of the relationship he would giggle or chuckle shyly when you do something flirtatious or anything suggestive, after a while he would just stare at you and be like "you asked for it love, and you get it" how did you turn this reserved pup into a wolf in like five minutes?

Lazy dates, Netflix and chill, cuddling and talking, stargazing, small picnics.

Would actually try to never get angry at you, he doesn't trust himself to be rational at that time and he never wants to hurt you ever, during fights he would raise his voice and then after the fight, when you're gone or he is gone or like you both aren't speaking for a while, he would have a breakdown, and then genuinely try to clear things up.

Moody asf but will always adore you.

Would want to facetime you a lot but, wouldn't know when to? When he's busy, you're free and when you're busy he is free. Can handle a long distance relationship.

"y/n?"

"yeah?"

"you know you're absolutely amazing, right?"

"ofcourse jun—"

"I broke your favorite crockery—"

MINGHAO

Absolutely crazy at times but still the calmer one in the relationship, would be so savage and roast tf out of you, yet absolutely love you on the other side. Wouldn't agree to a relationship if he doesn't see any future and at times he would just zone out while looking at you, the way your hair tresses your face and how your eyes would twinkle at that one thing— he would be absolutely sure to capture everything.

While meditating, sometimes he will have thoughts of you and that will make him smile.

Would care about your well being the most, had an argument? Would try to cool down at first, take breaths, and when you will not shut up, he will snap, and snap hard then it would be harder for him to cool down, but the moment he's fine he would be like 'shit, is y/n okay?'.

Calm dates at museums, nature (not hiking), would want to spend more relaxed time with you in his vulnerable state. Shopping sprees too!

Can handle long distance relationships, communicate and find time spaces where he can facetime you or call you, would miss you terribly but would be content knowing that you're doing well.

"hao?"

"hmm?"

"what are you looking at?"

"your eyes."

"my eyes?"

"they are pretty, very pretty."

DINO

he would baby you a little tbh, coddle you and care for you like you're the most precious thing he has (kinda true tbh), he would want to be taken seriously by you and would want you to listen to him, try to assert his dominance at times but will never over do it, he just wants to show that he's manly. you would never be able to grasp when he's feeling shy or when he's feeling absolutely confident; somedays even your small kisses can make him feel flustered but somedays, he will makeout with you and walk out with a huge smirk plastered on his face.

Fun, adventurous dates; skydiving, amusement parks, arcades, you name it. Would like to get drunk with you, and talk shit and then pass out, would love waking up while seeing your face.

He would try to avoid conflicts, and during conflicts would probably be the one who gives cold shoulders to others and refuses to talk, would get mad when he sees that you're showing no chances of relenting because deep in heart, he really wants to pounce on you and hug you, would keep up with the game until one of you breaks and just hugs the others, he would literally forget everything in a millisecond.

Probably can handle long distance relationships but, would miss you so dearly at times and almost feel like he lost interest because he wouldn't want to call, but whenever he hears your voice even on a call, he realises just how much he adores you.

"dino?"

"babe?"

"I can't climb anymore!"

"come on! Just a few more steps!"

"carry me instead."

"what?"

"carry me or I will kiss you so hard that you will be unable to breathe again."

"I will carry you, but you're still gonna kiss me."

[kewltie]

izuku bleeds out under katsuki's hands or in which bkdk fights against a villain who has mind control quirk and he uses it on katsuki to beat izuku up, nearly killing him and sending him into the icu for wks; katsuki deals w the knowledge that he almost murder izuku, his partner and bf.

katsuki has no control when he outright broke both of izuku's legs and crushed his fingers. when the news got out that hero dynamight beat deku so bloody that they had to restart his heart THRICE, they call him a murderer and even when it revealed he was being mind controlled. while the majority of the ppl were semi-understanding that it was katsuki's fault but when a vid that was recording during bkdk's fight where katsuki was grinning as wipe izuku's blood of his cheek after as izuku lay still, they shudder bc thats not a fight it was a torture.

the thing is deku is the no.1 hero and he could have easily fought back instead of making it such a one sided slaughter but bc deku CHOSE to not fight back bc it's his partner, HIS BF, HIS KACCHAN, that it look so wrong from the outside where katsuki looks like hes enjoying it. when izuku was finally release from the hospital, his friends offer maybe it's better to stay with us for a few days but izuku insists in returning home to katsuki and pretending nothing was wrong, while katsuki hovering tensely nearby almost afraid to touch izuku out of guilt. katsuki doesnt care what the fuck the public think of him but when he saw the vid of what he did, he cant help thinking of their turbelant past and how he had promised he wouldnt ever hurt izuku again; sparing and scuffles are the norm of bkdk BUT NOT LIKE THIS. this was cruelty.

he never lay a hand on izuku with any malicious intent or with such force that izuku has a scar running down his chest and how sometimes izuku's hand slightly tremble under stress ALL DUE TO HIM; katsuki never view himself as capable of such violence bc it's not in him and yet... it doesnt matter what ppl call him, WHAT PPL ASSUME, katsuki knows the kind of person he is and so does his friends and izuku but when he sees himself smiling as he twists izuku's arms and slams his head against the wall, he doesnt see himself; he sees a monster who hurts deku.

when izuku insists he wanted to go home to katsuki, to their apartment, katsuki was actually the one who brought it up that izuku should stay with one of their friends for a time but izuku wanted to go home to HIS KACCHAN he has enough being away and wanted to go home!!!!! so due to izuku's insistent & stubbornness katsuki brought izuku home to recover. at first katsuki is tense and careful around izuku like he's afraid if he touch izuku wrong once he'll break which is funny bc izuku is incredibly resilient & he never been afraid of touching izuku.

izuku mindlessly insisting that he's FINE and that nothing IS wrong, he's ok as ift he didn't died twice on the operating table that katsuki almost believe him until he accidentally touched izuku's hand and izuku violently recoiled as though terrified, terrified of KATSUKI!!! the thing is trauma works both way; katsuki has nightmares where he'll wake up and could almost feel izuku's heart bleeding on his hands then a violent sound or a careless touch will set izuku off, curling up into himself and trembling in fear. they're both suffering from ptsd.

neither are at fault!! what happened was out of their control; izuku chose not to fight back and katsuki never had a choice but the damage been done, the scars are there and katsuki relives the trauma everytime some asshole rtwt or the news rebroadcast their fight for publicity. so now it's them relearning how to live in each other space w/o triggering each other trauma and realizing maybe neither of them are OK that sometimes izuku feels scare and helpless that he doesnt want to feel this way around katsuki but he does & its not katsuki's fault or his. when katsuki looks at izuku, sometimes it's like he staring at the bloody face he almost killed and that make him want to puke bc seeing izuku is like reliving the horror of that day again and reminder of violent he committed, not of his own choosing but still by his own hands.

after one particular night where izuku's shaky hand almost drop a boiling pot while cooking and katsuki instinctively reaches out to make sure he's alright in that moment and izuku was so surprised that his quirk activated ad he slammed katsuki so hard against the counter that he got a concussion. it is then that they realize maybe living like this where one of them is a ticking timebomb is not tenable & that neither bkdk want to live in fear of each other; katsuki fearing that he's gonna hurt izuku again& izuku fearing that next time katsuki lay a hand on him it will hurt.

so bkdk FINALLY communicate because even through all the fear, anxiety, and trauma they may unintentionally caused e/o they still fiercely love e/o that they're willing to give it all to make this work like going through therapy & setting up system so the other wont be trigger. like katsuki cant come behind izuku and surprise him while on the other hand, when katsuki has his nightmare izuku wont try to touch him; it's being more careful and thoughtful of their action in considerate of each other trauma's; it's a lot more work but they're willing for each other.

it's a story of recovery and living with the horrors of your experience but not letting it determine your relationship bc sometimes the ppl we love hurt us and sometimes we hurt the ppl we love even if unintentionally but we dont have to be define by the guilt and the trauma.

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

Babe, wake up! It's another snippet of Bloodhound!

Hey, guys!

I basically vomited this up over the course of a few study breaks and... there's not really much else to say.

Currently, I'm a little, concentrated ball of stress. The exam saga has hardly begun and I'm pretty much on the verge of hacking up my own liver but we move forward and revise lmao.

Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Strong language

Word count: 1, 530

You idly prodded at your porridge with your spoon as you did your best to avoid Laswell’s eyes. Soap and Ghost had taken you hostage, placing you firmly between the two of them, across from the CIA Station Chief, with the hopes that you’d start opening your mouth and agreeing with them and that would then lead to Laswell opening up. However, at the end of the day, it was two ordinary men up against an experienced lamia, and what they hadn’t quite caught onto yet was Laswell barraging your mind with messages of strong encouragement to keep quiet.

As the younger of the two lamias, you respected her authority and did so, knowing the cultural weight telepathic instruction held, and the implications that came with disobeying them.

You swallowed hard, continuing to move your food around your bowl, watching blueberries you had once buried under the slop of oatmeal and milk resurface and sit atop their stodgy sea. The silence was so loud, your brain unable to think coherent thoughts as the buzz of underlying aggression filled your skull with apprehensive static. No one was explicitly angry, and that irked you. There was a conversation sitting here that was dying to be had, all someone at this godforsaken table had to do was spit a few words out and get the ball rolling.

Eventually, you found yourself glancing at Price, hoping that maybe the captain could put his authority to good use. The old man wasn’t an idiot, he knew something had happened last night which had yielded breakfast’s… painfully awkward results. Gaz could tell too, but, seeing as yesterday had been a bit rocky, decided it was best to not fan the already hot embers and bring about flames. Price brought his thermos to his lips, eyes narrowing as he watched Soap bore holes into Laswell’s skull. She was returning the favour, of course, sternly looking at the Scotsman, her lip curling at the sight of him bringing you closer to his side.

Ghost was there too and was most certainly a presence that wasn’t overlooked. One could tell that he was positively fuming under that mask, taking a large bite out of his apple as he continued to try and out-stare Kate. The echo of his crunch reverberated throughout the canteen. Despite the backdrop of friendly chatter and clattering cutlery, any sound that came from 141’s table seemed to be thrice the expected volume. Perhaps it was the silence amplifying noise’s presence when she’d occasionally grace the group, or perhaps it was because they were exaggerating the volume of their actions to prove a petty point. Either way, Laswell was not going to go down. Period. She was going to ensure they’d stop their little investigation before it had even started. They didn’t need to know anything about her, bar that she was on their side and that was that. Anyways, it was not like she knew much about them! Especially Ghost. There was a double-standard here. He could go about his business being all mysterious and alluring but as soon as he found out that there may be more to her than meets the eye… he felt betrayed, like he was Caesar on the Ides of March, and Laswell’s newfound information was nothing but a poorly concealed dagger in his eyes.

“Right.” Price suddenly broke the silence, setting his thermos on the table. “What happened?”

No one spoke a word.

He chewed on his lip, taking a deep breath through his nose.

He looked at Soap.

“MacTavish, speak.”

Soap looked at Kate with a sneer.

“Laswell may be able to provide more information than meself.”

“Fine.” Price nodded, swivelling around to face the woman sitting beside him. “Kate, what happened?”

She shrugged.

“Ghost’s usually the most reliant reporter.”

Price muttered an exasperated curse under his breath, before turning to meet Ghost’s menacing glare.

“Lieutenant, you’re up. Tell me what happened.”

“I left halfway through; I think you should redirect your inquiry back to Laswell.”

Price grumbled to himself, stroking his mutton chops as he slowly looked back at Kate. Her lips were tightly sealed. The silence returned and Price allowed for it as he briefly contemplated on what to do. He could feel Gaz staring at him, awaiting his response to all this as he took a loud slurp of his tea.

“Okay,” the captain announced, “I’m not having any of this. Someone here is going to tell me exactly what is going on and that someone is…”

Like a turret spinning around to select its target, Price’s gaze shifted from Soap, to Laswell, to Ghost and then to you.

“Y/N, why are Soap, Ghost and Laswell eyeing each other like they’re in a Mexican standoff?”

You gulped, looking at all three of them for help on what to do next. Soap sighed and kept his eyes on the floor while Kate was shaking her head, hoping you would keep quiet.

And then, there was Ghost.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to make eye contact with him, knowing full well that he was staring into your soul. He cast a dark shadow over you, his company hovering ominously above as he, whether consciously or not, taunted you with his intimidating presence.

Oh, what do I do?

You chewed on your lip, covering your nervous gesture with your hand as you looked at Price for some form of encouragement.

The urge to spill the beans was building inside you, like a rising scream, making its way up your throat. From a logical perspective, it seemed like the right thing to do, for the benefit of everyone, seeing as 141 needed to be as together as possible in order to remain under the radar and you needed to not surround yourself with bloodthirsty lunatics coming for each other’s throats… for once.

You sighed, setting your spoon down, not even bothering to give it a parting gaze as it sunk into your porridge.

“Basically,” you began, much to Laswell’s chagrin, “Ghost and Soap found some of my, uh, things and it told them some stuff about myself that I wasn’t quite ready to share. It also told some stuff about Kate, here, that she also isn’t quite ready to… share.”

“But it is stuff we need to know,” Ghost added, folding his arms.

“Kate,” Price turned to her, softening his voice a little, “should you and I have a private chat over a cuppa?”

“It’s nothing, John.” She moved away from him.

Price looked at both Ghost and Soap.

“Did you boys have a scrap with just her or also Y/N about whatever happened last night?”

Ghost and Soap exchanged looks, before Soap volunteered to speak for the both of them.

“We didn’t have a scrap, sir, we-”

“Was this just between you and Kate?” Price’s voice was harsh, and it took both Soap and Ghost aback.

Was… was he scolding them?

“Pretty much, sir.”

“Okay.” Price nodded to himself. “Suppose this gives me all the more reason to iron whatever the fuck happened last night out.”

That announcement was met with tense silence. Great. Just great. The captain was frustrated by everyone’s reluctance to cooperate, but he couldn’t deny that he was also surprised… particularly surprised by Kate. This was out of character for her, to be stubborn, slightly petty and begrudging: undeniably soldier-like. He turned to face her.

“Kate, if this is something serious enough to make my boys distrust you, we need to hear it. I can’t be having any infighting, especially given our situation.”

Was it that serious? You pondered on that question as you watched Price attempt to have a conversation with her. What had Kate said last night about them… about Soap and Ghost’s reactions?

“They’re just upset that I’m not satiating their curiosity. Anything and everything about me is ‘need-to-know’. And right now, they don’t need to know.”

Regaling her life’s story to them would be indulging them… and that was the last thing an ex-lamia would want to do, indulge them, especially men.

You understood that anger, the resistance burning away in her eyes: she was trying to cover an old wound that had just reopened.

They wouldn’t understand. How could they?

But you could.

“Kate,” you suddenly spoke up, “I can tell them who I am. You don’t have to.”

Her face softened.  “No, you don’t have to. I know you don’t want to. You’ve only just got out and-”

You smiled.

“Kate. I… I can do it. I want to. If it’ll ease the tension, I’m happy to be an open book. I don’t want my baggage to jeopardise your pack- I mean, group.”

You could tell she disagreed with your diplomatic approach, because, though you had dressed up this action to be something which you were doing on your own terms… in reality, it wasn’t. It didn’t matter to you; however, this was what your life had been, this was pretty much all you had known. You had been bought and bred to be everything and anything the Foundation wanted.

She’d let you off this time, seeing as it was clear you were still shaking off your shackles.

[mostlymarvelgirl]

I'm A Telepath Too, Love. (Part 1)

[Alternate Universe Gen-Z OC]

The evening was melting into the darkness. The moon was starting to appear as the sun was losing it's blaze to the night. The air had become chillier and stars were appearing and disappear into uneven fog patterns.

I wouldn't say it was a quiet night but it was peaceful. All of students and professors had earned their degrees and the air was filled with joy.

I wasn't meant to be here.

Sometimes, if you're a little too into your little world, it may come true. Let's just say (random date) I went off to sleep and I woke up on the streets.

My entire body felt numb at that time. Random people walking past me speaking in British accent. I was like what was going on??!! Everything was starting to become louder. It was like the entire world's population was screaming into my ears.

Then I heard a familiar voice. You won't believe what I saw. I saw him. And her. Together. Just like in the movie. It was James and Jennifer, I mean Charles and Raven. They were dressed the exact same way as they in the movie. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to fangirl or figure how to myself off the streets.

Magically, a note along with a backpack appeared. The note said:

You have been accepted into the universe you desired to be in. Everything has been kept ready for you. What you do from now on, is upto you now. An entire timeline is in your hands. Any errors, that may happen, will not be rectified or resurrected. Good Luck! This is a no refund policy. No turning back now.

~TVA

I was astonished. What was going on? This is too good to be true.

I slapped myself. Once. Twice. This was too rushed. All too sudden.

Strangers were giving me weird looks. The voices weren't getting better. Everything was too loud.

But, I knew what I had to. With all my marvel movies and comic book knowledge along with a mountain of fanfiction knowledge, I knew where I had to begin first.

Charles Xavier. I'm coming for you. I know, a cheesy way to say it but that's me and I'm not changing myself for anyone.

I quickly got up and shrugged off all dust on me. I took my backpack off and noticed all the things I needed were there. Most importantly, a key to a house.

I wasn't sure where I was going, but I reached a place. For some reason, it was like I knew where I was heading. Well, a mansion to be precise. It wasn't the Xavier mansion if you're wondering. My (your last name) was written outside stating it was private property.

It was a beautiful mansion tho. I'm not like a rich rich person. But I wasn't super broke either. Let's just say I was middle class.

It was an average mansion. A beautiful garden and a fountain. Huge backyard extending to the forests. And well, a rusted gate. As usual, my life never liked me in the first place or ever gone easy on me.

After a struggle of thirty minutes, I opened the entrance gate partially. I got in surprisingly without the dramatic scene in movies where birds fly out and clouds covering the moon and all that shit.

Me being excited puppy I am, barged into the mansion, well my mansion, got lost thrice, kept going circles in the same and finally figured out where was what. And of course, found my favorite place, I mean my home, the kitchen.

Thank god, wait thank the TVA, all food was stocked. I'm atheist so God technically doesn't apply to me.

Well, then I did the usual. Took a shower. Ate some noodles. Unfortunately, my phone wasn't there. Neither there was any modern technology. So the geyser system for hot water was different. I had to go down to the basement and switch it on there and come back and fill the hot water and take bath and then go back down to the basement and switch it off so the entire house doesn't burn down.

Then, my favorite, the best part, unfortunately could not be fulfilled. The voices were there but it was better. Maybe because I was far away from the crowd. But it wasn't low enough for me to get some sleep.

At 11AM, roughly, the voices became low and I could get a good sleep of 5 hrs and then morning voices came up. And don't worry, I knew where to get my telepathy fixed.

So yeah, it was definitely worse than the iPhone alarm.

Then I remembered, I had to figure myself out. I had to find a place. Someone has to know about this. Charles Xavier would have graduation today. I don't know how I know that, but I just did at the moment.

Then, the same routine. Shower. Breakfast. Go to Oxford.

I don't know, but for some reason I seemed to all the routes and areas.

Then, finally, I saw them.

It was almost like the feeling of eating candy after a long time. But again, the weather wasn't exactly the best. It was cloudy and humid. No ray of sunlight passing through the clouds. The air was getting chillier indicating I clearly didn't dress up for the occasion.

Who am I kidding? I never dress up for any occasion properly.

PART 2

[esther-dot]

"Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it, but Arya would run out laughing and shouting, wanting to touch it all."- Jon(ACOK III).

"I almost fell," she said, with tears in her eyes. "Twice. Thrice. The Wall was trying t' shake me off, I could feel it." One of the tears broke free and trickled slowly down her cheek."- Jon(ASOS IV).

"Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks."- Sansa(ASOS VII).

"The ice crystals had settled over her face, and in the moonlight it looked as though she wore a glittering silver mask."- Jon(ASOS VII).

Tell me why wouldn't Jonsa will be endgame. Ygritte was never going to be endgame for Jon.

I also got these anons on this topic:

After Ygritte die, Jon noticed her face covered with ice crystals which shine under moonlight making it seems like a silver mask. Sansa as Alayne in Vale felt snowflakes melting on her face like lover's kiss. Ygritte was Jon's redhead and Sansa was jon redhead cousin. One was dying while other was building WF and hiding herself.

Ygritte told Jon that his name Snow is dark and omnious and she died surrounding ice. In contrast to Sansa feels Snow kisses as lover's kisses and made WF out of snow.

Martin really likes the way silver looks in the moonlight and describing the moonlight as silver, that comes up a few times, including with Sansa's hairnet. Because of the proximity, I did wonder if there was some connection in his mind between the net and mask, but I can't really argue that. Sansa was meant to marry Joffrey, ultimately had an unknowing hand in his death. Jon was involved with Ygritte, and led the defense against the FF during which she died. Reading the passages though, they don’t feel particularly associated to me.

We talked about the Tyrion and Ygritte Wall quotes and the seeming Jonsa connection over here, so it makes sense to read a Sansa and Ygritte foil situation into this too, since Ygritte’s singing reminds us of Sansa, and of course, Tyrion is one of Jon's foils, so it's something to consider. The thought that one girl is being hidden away to protect her from an enemy (even if LF has ulterior motives) while the other girl has died at the hands of hers and snow/ice being brought into the picture...that's interesting.

TBH, I had not thought to compare Sansa’s drifting snowflakes to Ygritte’s ice crystals on my own, but now that y’all mention it, it is striking that one is the sign of death, the other is welcomed as a lover and carries with it the hope for safety, for Sansa to return North and home. That fits in with the contrast between Sansa and Dany who has the lover relationship with fire, rather than snow. Anytime something crosses over POVs and multiple books it's significant imo, so this may be a thing!

Regardless of any specific reading of the ice crystals and snowflakes, I don’t think Ygritte and Jon were written in a way that indicated they had a future. Jon was always loyal to the North even when he didn’t want Ygritte to get hurt/die. I think I’ve seen people say that in GoT they thought he might have considered abandoning the Watch for Ygritte, so maybe D&D's version of Jon/Ygritte has impacted how people think of them. In the books, it seems much more clear that rather than primarily being a love story, the dynamic was really a means for the author to write Jon coming to understand and care for the FF in a way that makes him unique among Northerners (link).