#gonna try to resume tho. soon.

[orcelito]

trans wolfwood is the only wolfwood. To Me.

[loverboybitch]

think i am finally going to quit the job that i hate.//.

[scalproie]

whatever. tekken hadesgame AU

or as I like to call it: "what if Kaz raised Jin: God Edition lmao"

so. to lay the groundwork:

They're all gods/powerful immortal beings of an unspecified pantheon (but still loosely inspired by a pretty famous one I'm sure you'll recognize)

Big Bad Thundergod King Heihachi (whom I am now realizing shares quite a lot of similarities with good ol' Zeus), after getting bored and worried he's raising a weakling unfit to be his heir, still threw his little son down a cliff, except this one was from the highest heavens to the deepest hells, to make sure that if the little godling died, well, the death would actually stick. Which it did.

UNTIL another deity who's the personification of the devil gene (and who kinda look like Kazumi-but-it's-unsure-wether-or-not-it's-actually-Kazumi) took pity on him and revived him by giving him part of itself/hell aka the devil gene. So now Kazuya is "alive" and immortal again, but he's now bound to hell, aka he can't live away from it for very long. And yknow what they say, if you're stuck somewhere, might as well become it's ruler. Especially if you've gained the favors of the entity that embodies the place and that you've found a new life goal in making daddy dearest's life unbearable.

Anyway eons passed and Kaz's brothers (his adopted one Lee whom ascended to godhood on one of Heihachi's whims as a way to counter his annoying firstborn's meddling, and his heroic half-brother Lars) reached out to him one day to propose an alliance to take their tyrannical father down. Kaz only agreed on the condition that he get to expand his domain once Heihachi is out: if he cant leave hell, no worries, he'll just make hell bigger. Anyway Heihachi's children rebelled against him and with their might combined they managed to take him down, with Kaz even having the honor and pleasure to deliver the killing blow.

For the aftermath tho, when it was time for Kaz to begin his conquest, his brothers came back on their word to let him, bc Lars Actually Gives A Damn About Mortals and he knew full well that Kazuya wouldve had exactly the same rule as Heihachi if they let him, so they didnt (and Lee is more neutral on his views toward mortals but he gets along with Lars FAR better than he ever got along with Kaz so the choice on who to back up was easy). And even though Kaz 100% wouldve been as bad as Heihachi is he was allowed to rule over mortals as Lars thought he would be, and Kaz KNOWS it, that doesnt mean hes not gonna be mad that his brothers didnt keep their words to let him be evil in peace.

Well if he cant have what he wants the fair way, might as well try to take it by force. And thus Kaz resumes his battles against his brothers with his attempts at invasion of the mortal realm.

This goes on for awhile with things going great for Kaz as he is the stronger sibling out of all of them, until his aggression puts him on the path of one Jun, who counters him in a most efficient, masterful and complete manner. Basically he was doing too well at bringing evil onto the world and she had come to balance him out.

In a most unforeseen turn of events, as they get acquainted over the course of their different confrontations, they discover that they respect and admire each other's strength and actually get along pretty well, even enjoy each other's company.

Anyway being around Jun makes Kaz chill out MASSIVELY and soon enough you'll notice the amount of invasions from hell have greatly diminished.

Eventually they get in an actual relationship, with Kazuya even wanting her to become the queen of his domain. And Jun is not opposed to this proposal, quite the opposite in fact. But complications start to arise when Jun began moving in hell: she is everything it's not and vice-versa, and the environment itself even seems harmful for her the longer she stays. Even the devil-Kazumi-entity, for all that it's/she's fond of Jun as a person, cannot meet her physically for she would eradicate it/her should they come into contact.

Jun bears it as long as she can bc Kazuya Literally Cannot Leave Hell and she wants to be with him as much as he wants to be with her, and Kaz promises her that he's working on finding a solution (and by "working on it" I mean Kaz is threatening the dead soul of a demi-god known as Gepetto Bosconovitch, reknown for giving life to things that didnt have any, into fixing this).

Eventually Jun reaches her breaking point when their son dies a stillborn because he bears her blood and he is much weaker than she is, bc he's a baby. This is the last rejection of this place that Jun can take before it potentially kills her, esp since that last event took such a toll on her, and even tho she loves Kaz as much as he loves her, she has to leave and WANTS to leave. Kaz, in a rare moment of compassion, let her go and spares telling her the news that, ironically, Bosconovitch JUST finished his work and managed to make a garden, indentical to the ones she would have on the surface, grow in the deepest level of hell where she could thrive.

So Jun is gone and Kaz is miserable, so much so that he doesnt even have the mind nor heart for conquest anymore. The only thing left of her being the corpse of his child that he decides to bury in the unused garden.

But just as the tiny body touches the soil, he begin to scream as he takes his first breath and the initial shock then WAVE OF RELIEF Kazuya feels as his son is alive surprises even himself bc he didnt even want the damn baby in the first place. This is probably the most outwardly loving Kaz will be with his son as he's holding his tiny body while being hit with a fucking storm of emotions but hey we take those.

"This is great! Their son is alive and the garden works! Now Kazuya only need to reach Jun and they can-" Except Kaz Will Not bc he does NOT want to reach Jun. Not bc he doesnt love her anymore but 1) bc he now knows the pain of losing her and bringing her back into his life means getting the risk of getting hurt again and he neither wants to feel that pain ever again nor even knowing he has that "weakness" in the first place so he'd rather cut her off from his life, he'd rather deal with loneliness than heartache, and 2) even he realized that what his domain is, what he is, brought Jun pain, and some part of him does NOT like to see Jun in pain.

"Well if he doesnt want Jun back into his life, why doesnt he send her their son?" This is objectively the best course of action. But Kaz is Not A Good Person. He's selfish. And again. Their son is the last thing he has left of her, and goddammit if he doesnt have her eyes, her nose, her face.

So Kaz is now stuck with this lame baby and only partially vibe with it. Problem is, that baby cannot live in this tiny garden for the entirety of his immortal life. Thankfully the devil-Kazumi-entity offers Kaz a solution: the baby not only carries Jun's blood but also Kazuya's, and that makes him able to be a receptacle for the devil gene, binding him to hell as well, yes, but keeping him alive in there.

So now Kazuya is raising his son whom he named Jin based on one (1) short conversation he once had with Jun but didnt forget. He is also personally training him in the art of combat, bc sadly Kaz does take a bit after his father, and he would not have the prince of hell be a weakling.

OKAY BACKSTORY ESTABLISHED FINALLY now onto the main course:

So Jin grew up and similarly as in the game, he eventually learn that his family is not just him and his dad but he also have a mom somewhere, and he wants to find her. Bc one day he steps into the famous garden that Kaz had closed off after That Day and Jin figured that his asshole dad would NOT have such a pretty garden made without reasons so after a few researchs behind Kaz's back he eventually found out the truth.

Long story short, Jin wants to leave hell, Kaz doesnt want him to, and they antagonize each other constantly.

Jin eventually comes into contact with both his extanded family and multiple allies who wants to help him leave (without anyone knowing yet that just like Kaz, Jin cannot live outside of hell for long. tho Jin can survive longer than Kaz thanks for his mom's blood)

The people from outside helping him are:

Lars: his heroic half-uncle, OF COURSE Lars was going to help him.

Lee: his adopted uncle, he does like Jin but mostly he helps him out so Jin can run a few crash tests for him on Kaz's minions, AND he gets to piss off Kaz in the same move? Excellent.

Alisa: an ascended goddess who relate to Jin due to their origin, she as well was "dead at birth" until her father found a way to bring her back (in a way) tho he was cast to hell for it.

Leroy: the grandfather-figure Jin wishes he always had.

Asuka: she insists to him they're related and that once he makes it outta hell, she'll teach him about their side of the family.

there'll be more down the line but I need to workshop this...

Anyway Jin has two goal: 1) escape dad's hell, and 2) find mom. whom he will discover has straight up disappeared from everyone ever since she left hell herself.

So Jin starts from the bottom of hell and has to climb to the top where the entrance lies, in the mouth of a volcano. Wink wink fucking nudge nudge

When he falls he ends up back in his father's home where he can meet a bunch of friendly dead souls:

Lucky Chloe: usually the first person he sees after falling down, she's kind of the court jester, she was spared damnation bc Kaz thinks her annoying people is really funny as long as its not him, thats where the "Lucky" come from.

Azucena: she provides delicacies from the surface to hell (for a price), Jin can find her as he's running up to the surface and she'll happily sell him things to help.

Jane: she provides Jin with some sort of "bestiary" and she actually does not mind that he keeps beating Kaz's minions (the JACKs among others, tho they are her favorites) bc she get to improve them thanks to the data gathered afterward.

Bruce: Kaz's chief of security. When Jin didnt trained with Kaz, he often sparred with Bruce. Bruce will let Jin try his different styles against him before climbing back up hell again. He's fond of the kid :)

"Kazumi": Jin can never get quite a good read on her/it, but she's/it's always kind to him.

and others that I will also figure out...

But that's not all the people Jin meets, as he's ascending, he also encounters a bunch of people, tho not all are friendly.

Nina and Anna: contracted by Kazuya to stop Jin. Tho they spend more time fighting each other...

A reptilian monstrocity by the name of Alex.

Some strange crystals take him to a bizarre location where he can meet Azazel, who present himself as the progenitor of the devil-Kazumi-entity, making him technically Jin's great-grandpa. Via him, Jin can fight Devil Jin and gain more access to his style (more on that later)

Xiaoyu: a phoenix Jin befriended, the only reason she's in hell is only bc she can cheat death. She is not bound to hell, so she technically can come back to life if she manages to escape, until she dies again on the surface. They often run into each other and have a friendly competition to see who can defeat the most of Kaz's minions, if she loses, Xiaoyu will leave Jin with one of her feathers, that increases his health. Jin can also meet her sometimes back at the house. It's rumored that she spend more time in hell recently to hang out with the hellish prince🧡

Hwoarang: another dead soul of a great warrior contracted to stop Jin, but he couldnt care less about what Kaz wants. He wants to defeat Jin, so he will hunt him down everytime he hears that Jin is trying to escape again. Over time he and Jin have come to enjoy their rivalry. Jin can also meet him sometimes at the house🧡

And more yknow the drill...

And of course, once Jin finally manages to come to hell's entrance, who waits for him there but Kazuya. The two have a nice little father and son fight to the death between immortals where they can work out their problems in an healthy manner: with extreme violence, and the winner get to throw the other down the volcano cliff aaall the way to the bottom (bc sometimes the best way to work out trauma is thru exposure therapy. wink)

Jin starts by only knowing his father's style, but after finally finding his mother, and after the initial story-related reunion (and the tragic realization that just like his dad, Jin cannot stay out of hell for long), they bond with Jun teaching him her style. And Jin can work his way to the top again using her style to learn more about it. When dueling Kaz with it, he's preeetty conflicted like: My traitorous son is using another style than ours👿 -> omg that's Jun's moves... 🥺 -> HE'S NOT EVEN USING THEM RIGHT👿👿👿

And basically, Jin has multiple styles: his dad's, his own, eventually his mom's, and devil style. He gets to pick the one he's going to stick with at the start of every ascend.

Anyway this is the story of a child of divorce trying to reunite his parents who are both extremely stubborn and extremely still in love with each other, bc if Jin has to live another day with just his father he's going to LOSE IT.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Please info dump about this new au I'm curious

EEEEEEEEEE ok!! 🥰🥰

Uhhhh some CWs before we start, tho. This is gonna delve into some hella unethical shit. Vast moral crimes against cybertronian kind. This coild probably be labeled as DD. Read at your own volition, my apologies to the traumatized 😊

So, first and foremost, I'm picturing this in like. A mash up of Aligned and IDW. A much darker feel right off the bat

The war is over and the autobots were victorious. They've got decepticon high command is custody, currently held in stasis for everyone's safety. Optimus is already stretched thin governing his armies and making important decisions about resettling Cybertron. Buildongs will have to be torn down and rebuilt, temporary residence for anyone returning, locating energon wells, getting the senate back up and running, etc. He doesn't have time to properly think about what to do with the cons. Their people are so few, less than 10% of the original population still lives. Execution is not something he wants to entertain. Wasting even a single spark after they've just grasped their peace will not set a good precedent for the future they're building.

But his autobots are anxious. Yeah, even the really dangerous ones like Megatron and Starscream and even Soundwave aren't a threat while they're frozen in cryosleep, but there's the worry that rebel decepticons will try to break them out. That the war will resume when their enemies cannot accept defeat. He needs to make a decision on what to do with them, if not killing them, and the solution presents itself in the form of a brand new project dreamed up by the bots:

The Repopulation Project

There are so few of them, and many frame types are teetering on the edge of extinction. Seekers, for example, lost an estimsted 95% of their total population in the famous bombing of Vos. Now there's less than a thousand of them left. They're critically endangered, and will go extinct if something isn't done.

The Repop Project is proposed in a very sweet, flowery way: the decepticons can be rehabilitated into polite society, and they'll be helping bolster the numbers of Cybertron's citizens. The new generation of war frames will be born in an autobot controlled world, and raised correctly so they don't turn into bloodthirsty monsters like their parents. Up against the wall and with no other options, Optimus offers the captive cons an ultimatum: agree to be absorbed into the repop, or execution

In order to evade being put to death, Megatron agrees, of course planning to start another uprising as soon as physically possible.

...unfortunately for him, the autobots (without going through Prime. Looking at you, Prowl >.>) have him mnemosurgeried and shadowplayed. Same with Starscream and Soundwave, regardless of what they want or chose. Seekers, as we discussed, are critically endangered, and Starscream is the last remaining member of the Vosian royal family. He still has a lot of sway over the entire seeker population, and they'll assumably follow his lead and sign themselves over the program. Soundwave is capable of hosting symbiotes and he's even rarer than Starscream--there's only one other left in Blaster. The two of them are the last of their kind, they need to reproduce asap.

On official documents the repopulation project encampments are called Rehab Facilities and Nurseries, because that sounds way better from a legal perspective than a baby mill populated by prisoners of war.

Decepticons are divided up into their frame types and shipped off to different locations, each either installed with coding so they can't fight back, or having their memories and negative feelings removed to make them more complicit. Regardless, thanks to them, there's a baby boom and the population peaks sharply. The high quality sparklings are taken from their parents (kiddos that are born with blue optics and civilian frames) to be raised by autobot families that want to adopt them. Poor quality bitties (i.e. infrared optics and ones with their carrier's warframe type) are sent to specific nursery facilities meant to raise them

Now, Cybertron's society is basically being built up from scratch, but there is a solid foundation. There's a lot of old culture, and a lot of the autobots came from priveleged places and want their home to look comfortably similar to how it was before the decepticon uprising. So, the senate is reinstated. The original 13 seats are filled by anyone who could run a convincing campaign and win enough votes. Optimus oversees the council as the Prime, but leaves any and all decisions left up to a majority vote. That's fair, he thinks. This is democracy, he thinks. He doesn't want to be a monarch. Whatever the people widely decide on is how it should be.

That opens up the door to a lot of fuckery. In the original proposal it was written that after X amount of time, the cons in the repop project could be placed on probation and eventually be reacclimated intk society. That's one of the first things to go: the new senate stacks up a bunch of requirements, like having to pass a psych eval, taking citizenship tests, publicly declaring their separation from their faction, and even having to undergo mnemosurgery, just to make sure they aren't harboring any thoughts of revolution. It's borderline impossible for anyone to meet all of the requirements, and even if they did, they just keep pushing the time requirements back more and more. The hope is that, eventually, their bodies will start to wear down from being forced to pop out sparkling after sparkling, and they'll die in hospice before they can be released.

It only gets worse from there. More and more restrictions are put into place, until eventually all of the undesirables of Cybertron are held in these facilities, out of sight, out of mind, while the vast majority of autobots start regaining the lives they lived before the war

Now... this isn't ideal at all, but Optimus only sees what they choose to show him. The facilities he visits are glistening and clean, all of the carriers held within them seem happy looking after their shared groups of bitties, and the sparklings are healthy. Running around and playing, laughing and drinking good fuel. He can accept this

Unfortunately, feeding and caring for them isn't cheap. Energon is still being rationed because, surprise surprise, mining is backbreaking work that most civilian frames aren't capable of doing very efficiently.

They can't just kill all of them, so the senate decides why not outsource the war frame sparklings? Using the adults is out of the question, they're wicked decepticons, we can't have them wandering outside of their facilities! So it falls to the repopulation project's first generation of children to pick up the slack. Once they hit the youngling stage they're already bigger than most civilians, and they're only war frames. What's the harm in a little child labor? Look, see, the kids are happy to do it, serving their community that wouldn’t even need serving if their evil parents had just stayed in their place and hadn't ripped Cybertron apart

So, war frame sparklings are now being dragged out of their facilities to be put to work in the mines beneath the charred remnants of the southern cities, under what used to be the decepticon capital and strongholds. All of it is scheduled to be torn down and razed to make room for new living quarters for the returning autobots.

It just gets slowly worse from there. As the years tick by, Optimus loses more and more power, and by the time several generations have past and the senate is just as corrupt as it was before, it's too late. All of the original decepticons have died out, leaving behind children that were forbidden from being educated about the war. They're kept in the dark, kept away from society, in their isolated encampments so no one has to see them. No one on the senate will hear their Prime's words, as they have no need to obey him. After all, he declared at the very beginning that he was not to be a soverign ruler. That no Prime could be a monarch. That the senate's decisions were what mattered, as they were chosen representatives of the people. He can't do anything.

The matrix is demanding to be released; it has chosen a new host, evidently, though if it's because he's just too old to fight anymore or if it's because it has deemed him a failure, he can't decide. The new Prime is a young mech barely into his adult body, a fiery red and yellow kid that matches neither of his parents, and at the ceremony to pass on the torch OP mournfully wonders where he was born. Who he was born to. Who he could have become.

When Rodimus comes to power the repopulation project is way past the point of necessity. There's plenty of war frames, plenty of all frames, on Cybertron. What were originally rehab facilities have twisted over millions of years, and have been completely reformatted into an entirely new, sinister system.

War frames are so very, very rarely seen in public. There are no war frame cities anymore. 90% of their population lives specifically within the specialized facilites that have warped into farms. Farms that mass produce and cultivate heavy duty workers for mining, to be bodyguards for the elite, to become gladiator pit fighters, and as cheap, tradable slave labor to be used wherever they are needed until they die. There are other, high quality farms that use warframes to produce a number of commodities that have become necessities in this new society: there are some that raise and harvest sparklings for their vital and non-vital organs when they become of age, some that are meant to be living bloodbags so their robust internal defense systems can be bestowed upon the general public, and to later have their bodies melted down and used in a number of projects. They use the living metal and special polymers to make high quality replacement limbs and to build hyper-useful drones, primarily. There's even farms that specifically breed and raise particularly pretty frame types as, essentially, mail-order brides for the wealthy and powerful to purchase.

It's become a horrible, miserable dystopian nightmare. Half of their people have become nothing but livestock, and Optimus doesn't even recognize his home anymore

...

And there's the basic backstory! The actual plot takes places on future Cybertron, and I would love to talk about it if any of ya'll are curious ^-^

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HOLY SHIT 🧱 MOD!

I have questions for you!!! Do you have a grumblr blog? Is 🧱 anyone around???? Thabk you for taking an interest in my guy i love your asks!

Now to your questions

2. What's your oc's orientation? (Romantic/sexual/platonic alterous ect) Do they have opinions about it?

Human GT would label himself as bi, troll GT would say pan if he knew what that means, he really doesnt care about other peoples genders at all

3. How did your oc discover themself? Did something cause them to question, or did they always know?

I dont have a whole lot to say about his sexuality so i might answer most or all of these for gender instead cause GT is very trans

If he didn't "always know" he sure did figure it out young, he spent the first few (very few, like 2) sweeps hanging out with only girl(s), so clocked it as soon as he met a guy

8. Have they had struggles with their identity, be it due to internal or external reasons?

YES, both internal and external, internal out of fear of how others would react and he was right to be scared, i cant give a lot of info on the external part cause thats lore relevant, so if you wanna know youre gonna go digging into his life and dig deep

(yes im shamelessly trying to get you curious, go dig!)

9. Are there cultural or lore specific aspects to their identity? If applicable, does their species affect it

Absolutely! The whole concept of identity is extremely important to his character/lore actually, him being a troll affects only in so far as his genuine love for troll kind, and ,of course, in all the ways living in murder planet affects a person

11. Is your oc open about their identity? Are they more lowkey or more blunt about it? Why or why not?

Hes not HIDING it, hes even told 1 or 2 people, but he doesnt actively talk about it much, if you ask hell tell you, but he wont usually start the conversation

NOW ONTO THE ASKS ABOUT YOUR WONDERFUL MOD! ME!

17. Do you share identity with any of your ocs? Which ones?

We both transmasc but hes way more of a guy then i am, outside of that we share nothing, hes very pan im very aroace

(he may be a tiny bit a-spec but thats cause all my characters end up a tiny bit a-spec)

18. Do you prefer to give your ocs specific labels, or keep it unspecified? Why? If applicable, do you change their labels depending on circumstance?

Depends on the character, most stay unlabeled tho, unless its plot relevant i dont see the point in labeling them, i did change/add a label ir 2 but those were special circumstances

21. Free ramble card wee

About me? Theres not a whole lot to say

Im aroace, dont-ask-me-about-my-gender, and Brazilian, thats not related to pride or anything its just true, AMA? I dont have much to say

About him? HOLY MOLLY

Hes so trans guys, its so relevant thats hes trans someone go poke at him about it! Hes a little weirdo of a guy, there are so many levers are details and contradictions in him hows he not exploded yet

I wanna say so much cause i dont know how much yall are gonna figure out but also i cant cause spoilers! !!!!!!!!!

The more you know about him the more confusing he gets (thats what i get for rping, gotta keep thinking about him)

If i had to resume him into one question it would be

"what would it take (how much comfort, fear, pain, friendship) to make you willingly give up your identity?"

This is such an unfocused rant but i have so many thooooooughts

Thanks for the ask!!!! TELL ME ABOUT 🧱

[magizombi]

Posting this for my reference bc the vent app is dying its a long rant sorry

I was up til 3 am so I am probably gonna pass out again soon but I had a lot of fun last night

But also like that was. In spite of my roommate

So like last weekend, when I tried shrooms for the first time, this roommate(fiances ex-ish)had a whole Problem basically where they violated my fiances boundaries and space by biting them super hard and then repeatedly trying to pressure them into giving them a kiss so my fiance was like I need to not try shrooms for the first time with this person bc they make me feel unsafe and they communicated that with the person. Then when my fiance and I took the shrooms my roommate was sitting in the living room crying loudly for almost the entire night and made me have a pretty bad trip. Like there were good and fun moments but most of my trip was spent trying to stave off anxiety so I wasn't ruining my fiances trip worrying abt the roommate and then when my fiance came down before me I literally spiraled jnto a really intense panic attack and like roommate was told I got sent into a panic attack bc I was worrying abt them

So tell me why. Yesterday. I had an lsd tab left and was planning to take it and have fun with my fiance for the night(we did in spite of this it was great). And bc my fiance hadn't hung out with roommate all day(fiance has chronic fatigue which is exacerbated by stress so they've been sleeping a lot of the time lately)and then didn't do a group smoke with me and them when I got home from work they were like loudly crying at night once again. And like they sent my fiance a message asking if they weren't coming out anymore last night and my fiance was clear that like I had just dropped acid and th3y were watching over me and stuff and TELL ME WHY this bitch started crying LOUDER and I almost started freaking out again(luckily acid isn't as strong as shrooms to me or I would have had a horrible fucking time!!!). My fiance took me outside to smoke more and I was able to get it under control but like when we came back inside to like. Resume what we were doing I literally had to take a few minutes to get myself back into it even tho I really wanted to do it bc while we were getting back into it my mind was legit starting to race and be anxious again abt roommate so I'm just upset at them.

On one level I feel guilty that they came out here and their relationship didn't work out and I feel like they blame me for it bc I was reacting unhealthy to them moving in bc I never wanted them to. But on ANOTHER level this person gave me bad vibes the second I talked to them the first time. They have a huge lying problem. They don't respect my fiances boundaries. They lied abt being okay with noise so they could sleep in our living room and now i gotta tiptoe in the main areas of the house all the time which sets me off bc of the violent trap house I used to live in. They lied abt coming up here to help my fiance and take care of them and instead are incompetent at everything and want my fiance to do everything for them. They also are fucking weird abt food they won't put their name on food they want to save and will say it's for everyone but then they'll be upset that people eat the stuff they said was for everyone and didn't mark??? They keep tallies of everything like that and apparently they were bitching to my fiance abt how I never buy popcorn bc I've eaten some of what they bought BECAUSE THEY LITERALLY SAID THEY BOUGHT IT FOR ME TOO AND PUT NO FUCKING EXPECTATION OIT THERE THAT I COMPENSAT3 THEM OR ANYTHING so I'm just not gonna eat it anymore idk I'm anxious about what I eat I'm anxious about what I do with my time bc this person has decided my fiance and I are the only sources of social stimulation they'll ever seek out I literally feel guilty for wanting quality time with my fiance

Like we had planned for last night a few days in advance and I was really looking forward to it and then I just ended up feeling guilty abt doing it and being like oh no we didn't warn them when it's like they aren't. A PART OF MY FUCKING RELATIONSHIP. They don't need to know what we're doing!!! I'm so sick of them dude and I feel like I have no right to be bc the first bit of them living here was hell bc I was so toxic and having emotional regulation problems from being forced to live with someone I didn't know and then found out I didn't like but I'm in therapy now and have been really improving myself a lot and they're just. Talking to their therapist about TV shows and wanting to avoid therapy altogether otherwise. My fiance took a break from their r3lationshop bc this bitch is so codependent and wanted way more from my fiance than they could give - which they literally told them- and now whenever there's even the slightest hint at them acting like they're in a relationship again they think it's a free for all t disrespect their boundaries and try to act like they're dating again without them ever having worked on their shit. I'm worried and I'm stressed and I don't trust this person in my house. There's no feasible way to get them the fuck away from me for AT LEAST another fucking year so idek what I'm supposed to do here! I hate living like this and I hate feeling like I'm being held hostage by this person's emotions and codependency issues and I hate feeling like I can't feel this way bc I'm working through my own issues like maybe I deserve to have them ruin my trip every time I have one lmao

Now they're hungover apparently and I'm like u really drank a bunch of alcohol and made yourself super fucjing sick because my fiance didn't hang out with you for one. Fucking. Day.

[cybernightwanderer]

As exepected. she guil-trip me into accepting the job, and when it wasnt working she tried to force me, then as usual plays the victim. - p1

I went to the job interview. The night before i had a severe panic attach, in wich i hit myself pretty badly, my forehead is bruised and the top of my right eye was swollen due to punching it repatedly with my knuckles... My mom saw this and tried to calm me down, and at the same time, tried to persuade me to accept it... I have ptsd from workin in kitchen enviroments, i have this sickening feeling that the space around me gets narrower and narrower until i start chocking, and feel dizzy. I feel like a thousand hands are grabbing me and pulling me down. It's suffocating and extremly excruciating/painfull. She knows this. She is very much aware of it. But she's been pressuring me to get a job as fast as possible, and so i applied for kitchen work even tho i cant even do it due to this problem, year and years of abuse, sexual harrassment and sexual assault. SHE FUCKING KNOWS THIS, not all the details, but i mean the day i come home with a black eye and bleeding in my forehead and she asks why, im gonna tell her what happend. A basic briefing on what happend and what i had been through. Any normal mother would immediatly have pulled me out of that job, mine? i begged her to give me time to find a new job, i begged her to let me quit that job and just give me two months or three to find a new one ( since i've been paying rent ever since i was 17 ) asking for three months of support wasnt a stretch... She didnt let me , she threaten me to kick me out of the house more times than i can count. --- So back to what i was saying about this interview. Comes the morning , she offers to drive me there, i find it suspicous, as in i know shes gonna take the chance to spend the whole way there to try to convince me to take the job. And it's exacly what happend. So one thing about my mother, she has this specific expression she does, when she wants to say something / point out something that bothers here, or that she has been cooking for a while in her head and she wants to complain about. Like me being on call with ppl online while playing games, it bothers the fuck out of her. No matter if i do all the chores in the house, if i attend my classes and spend 3 hours working/studying post classes , and takin 2 hours everyday to send out resumes. She will still be bothered that i am in call with ppl, and playing after dinner. The micro-management and need for control are very specific to her "parenting ". So as soon as i get a job offering for a restaurant, it doesnt matter if i have trauma, or if it creates a really bad panic reaction in my head, "a job is a job", " it's money ". "Your health doesn't matter"/ " your life doesnt matter , you exist to serve " that's what she has been teatching me all my life. That im an object, and that i exist to do and be how she wants, and fighting me off in adulthood about it, drives her insane. A true narcisist doesnt like it when ppl try to free themselves from their control and my mother is the perfect example fo that...

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Hello ladies

[theleftovertaco]

Petty Rivalry- Fred Weasley x Reader

I got an ask maybe 4 months ago asking me to write a fic where reader and fred are rivals and then they fuck but life's a bitch so I'm just getting to it now. Here u go lol. Made some changes so now the reader is a gryffindor chaser tho.

Warnings: smut, sub!fred, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos)

"Weasley, you cunt!"

"Hey!"

"Not you, George. Sorry!" You shouted above the whooshing noises of the brooms around you. Fred zoomed past you.

"Not my fault you were in the way of a bludger!"

"It literally is your fault! Your job as a beater is to keep us safe, dipshit!"

"Oi! You two. Get your shit together before we lose!" Angelina shouted as she flew past.

You set one more glare Fred's way before flying off. Between bickering, dodging, and passing, Ravenclaw was catching up and close to winning as both seekers raced around the pitch in search for the Golden snitch.

As Potter seemed to spot the small golden ball, he flew past the two of you, and within a few minutes, the game was over.

Angelina pulled you aside after your team had celebrated, shoving a finger in your face.

“You and Fred need to get it together. If you kept arguing you could have distracted the other players and cost us our win.”

You rolled your eyes and batted her hand away.

"He's the one whos always being difficult, not me!"

Angelina scoffed, "You're both arseholes to each other. Get over yourselves. Either learn to cooperate or I'll be looking for a replacement chaser and beater." She turned away and walked off, you trailing frantically behind her.

"Ange!"

"Look," she turned back, "I love you both, but quidditch is important to me, and it could help me get an internship with the Montrose Magpies, I need to secure a win, or at least a well run team."

You paused for a second, then nodded.

"Yeah, alright, I'll talk to him later today after our celebration in the common room."

Angelina seemed to relax at that, clapping you on the shoulder than walking off to join the rest of the team.

You sighed, and made your way to Gryffindor common room.

..........................

Gryffindor's common room raged about with laughter, as food and shots of firewhiskey were shared (no one asked where that came from).

You took a deep breath, and walked quickly over to where Fred was standing.

"Hey."

He glanced over at you in distrust. "Hello?"

"How are you?"

"Fine, why?"

"No reason."

"Great."

"What's great?"

"You can leave me alone now is what's great."

You rolled your eyes.

"Look, Weasley, I was trying to be nice. Work things out so we could both stay on the team together."

"We wouldn't have anything to work out if you would get your head out of your arse for five minutes during our matches."

"Me? You're the one who keeps aiming bludgers at my head, you know you're supposed to aim them away, right? Or at least towards the other team, not someone on your own."

"They wouldn't nearly hit you if you weren't in the way!"

You barked out a laugh, "That's bullshit, I am perfectly fine with my job, or I would be if you weren't out to get me all the damn time!"

By this point, you were both attracting some attention, and Angelina dragged you away while Katie did the same with Fred.

"Both of you, knock it off."

You whipped your head around to look at her, "But I tried to make amends like you said, I even-"

"Leave it alone, plus, there's an issue in the main hallway we need you to come look at."

"Why do you need me?"

Angelina just dragged you further along.

"Ange, what kind of damn issue is so important that, aaGH-" You exclaimed as you were shoved into a closet, and a very tall figure.

"Who the fuck- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ANGE!" You saw Fred's equally pissed off face in the dim light hanging from the top of the closet.

"You two work your shit out, we aren't letting you out until you do."

Fred yelled out in frustration, banging on the door.

"KATIE, ANGIE, LET US OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

There was only light giggling in response, and you knew there was no way you were leaving that broom closet any time soon.

You spent the next ten minutes pacing the room, trying to find a way out of the closet.

"Can you stop pacing for five seconds? It's driving me insane."

"I wouldn't have to if you hadn't gotten us locked up in here in the first place!"

"How did I get us here? Last I checked we both hated each other, so they wanted us both in here!"

"I was trying to be nice to you back there! To make amends!"

Fred threw his hands in the air.

"Well look where that got the both of us."

You stood face to face with him, eyes locking.

"Why do you hate me so much?" You asked him.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

You scoffed, "You can't just answer a question with the exact same question."

"Like hell I can. And you never answered!"

"Because I asked you first! I mean I just don't understand why it's so hard for you to just not be a dick." You turned your back and resumed your pacing.

"Y/N, it's not that, it's just-"

"Just what, because I am sick and tired of you acting as if I am the worst thing to ever happen to you, why do you hate me so goddamn much, I mean-"

"I DON'T HATE YOU DAMMIT! I LOVE YOU!"

You paused for a second, and turned back.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I've been attracted to you since second year!"

You took a second to process this information.

"So why are you such an arsehole then? For the past 5 years you have been!”

You rolled you eyes.

“Nope. Absolutely not. Liking me was not an excuse to be a dick. And don’t try some ‘I didn’t know how to express my feelings’ bullshit!”

Fred looked at you shocked.

“But… I told you that I liked you. And now I’m getting the feeling you might like me.”

“Thats… besides the point, and even if I did, that still doesn’t excuse you from being a dick, I only responded to you in the same way you always treated me!”

“Right, and I’m sorry for that, Y/N. Please allow me to make it up to you.”

Fred held you face in his hands, and you fought an instinct to jerk away.

“How the hell do you plan on making up for five years of assholery?”

Suddenly you were shoved back into the wall. Fred dropped to his knees, unbuckling your jeans.

“Please, let me make it up to you.”

He dragged your jeans down.

“Fred, what are you doing!?”

“Say the word, and I’ll stop. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Fred looked up at you with wide eyes, and you paused for a moment before nodding. He resumed, pulling you underwear past your legs, and lifted up one of your legs before diving into you.

“Fred, I- fuck!”

He dragged his tongue along your folds and nosed at your clit.

“Want you. Want your cunt, your lips, your body, please.”

You carded your fingers through his hair, dragging him closer to you.

“Fuck, want you too.”

Fred continued until you pulled him back up by his hair to meet you. You hastily unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers to take out his cock. Spitting in your hand, you ran your hand up and down his dick, causing him to let out a series of curses and moans.

He lifted you up by your thighs, and you placed his cock at your entrance, and Fred let out a whine as he pushed in.

“Fuck, love, you feel good.” He readjusted you in his arms and began fucking up into you, his thrusts making him hit that spot inside you.

“Fuck, Fred!”

The two of you continued for what seemed like forever until Fred hooked an arm under your leg and his hand wrapped around you so he could play with your clit.

“Fred, I’m gonna come.”

“I am too, love.” You felt your orgasm arrive and as you did you clenched down on his cock, causing him to release inside of you.

A few moments passed before he set you down, both of you breathing heavily.

“Your partially forgiven.”

“Partially? I just fucked your brains out, how am I partially forgiven?”

You let out a giggle.

“You take me out on a date, and I’ll consider you forgiven.”

Fred brought you into his arms, and laid a kiss on the top of your head.

“Deal.”

A moment passed, and after you both were dressed and had collected yourselves, you banged on the door to be let out.

“Angie? Kate, we’ve resolved our issues, you can let us out now!”

They opened the door, and as you both left you could hear them snickering.

Angelina shouted out from behind you, “Yeah, we heard you both resolving your issues from the other side of the door.”

Fred threw his head back half in laughter and half in exasperation while you stood there, red faced with your head in your hands.

“Next time, maybe resolve your issues in a bedroom?” Katie practically howled out.

“Shove off, Bell!”

[mikalara-dracula]

💋 PDA with Shu

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor or aren't comfortable with slight NSFW.

Shu doesn’t really care much about PDA or who even sees it.

Whether it be public or private, he doesn’t care--it’s more of the fact that he just gets lazy about doing it in general--it really depends on his mood.

If he is in the mood tho, things are a lot more lively than usual.

And since he’s lazy a lot of the time and doesn’t initiate much PDA because of that, it always comes as a surprise when he does, leading you to be caught off guard and he lives for that factor.

In general, he gives you lots of smirks, even if he’s laying down with his eyes closed and you’re somewhat near him.

Honestly, every time you see one on his face, you know he's got something lewd on his mind or you're doing something that's turning him on even if you're not physically doing anything intimate with him.

When it’s just you two tho, be prepared for more scandalous surprises--he seriously likes to keep you on the edge.

If you’re busy doing something, he’ll pretend that he’s asleep, but really, he’s just watching the way you move or the way your gaze gets focused when doing an activity.

But he���d of course turn or instantly close his eyes if you looked in his direction, your mind being totally oblivious to the fact of him observing.

If, by any chance tho, you bend down to get something, this is a serious turn-on for him, his mind racing at the idea. And if he gets a slight view of your panties or ass, it’s a plus.

If you’re sitting down on the couch and he’s laying down he likes to use your thighs as a pillow so he can rest his head. He also likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, it always makes him fall asleep peacefully.

But he’s gonna be the biggest ass about it, accusing you of being a perv and that you can’t keep your hands off him when it’s the other way around.

When laying down with him, he likes to pull you into him, but things change depending on if you’re facing him or not.

If you’re facing him, he’ll act pretty domestic and express small acts of affection like giving you forehead kisses for no reason or before going to sleep. He also likes to rest his hand on the dip of your waistline.

If you’re not facing him tho, he likes to take things up a notch, especially if he’s in a certain mood.

He likes to place his hand on your hip or place a leg over yours so you can’t leave.

He also likes to just lay his hand on the side of your ass because he apparently finds it natural to do so. And if he really wants to invoke a reaction from you, he’ll even go as far as to clutch your ass.

He’s not opposed to have you lay down on top of him and rest your head in his neck, but just know this won’t stop him from resting on your ass or giving it a smack if he feels like it.

You sometimes let him lay on top of you, and you honestly become his body pillow in this scenario. He really likes the idea of you beneath him, and likes it when this happens to he can trap you and prevent you from leaving since he thinks your body feels comfortable to lay against.

In public--if you actually managed to drag him somewhere xDD--when you’re walking with him, he likes to pull at your clothes just to get you to look at him, but he’d be quick to let go and make it look like he didn’t do it.

He’d then deny it when you’d ask him, saying you’re just hallucinating when you know you’re not.

If you’re wearing jeans that really highlight your hip area, he’s definitely not going to let you live it down, and when you’re not expecting it, he’ll give your ass a small smack and doesn’t care who’s watching.

I've said this in another post regarding Shu, but he likes biting or making out with you in the stairwells at school.

Yes, he actually finds the energy to do this xDD.

He really likes the idea that it’s secluded but that you also could get caught by a teacher or school staff member.

At school, he encourages you to skip class to hang out with him. You of course say no, but he manages to get you to do so in various ways--by either tricking you that class is cancelled or that he makes you forget about the time and by the time you realize that you’re late, there’s only a few minutes left of class.

He also tries to make you go to different parts of the school where students aren’t allowed.

This is mostly because he wants to be alone with you and doesn’t want some annoying teacher or students to get on his nerves when he’s with you.

Plus, he lives for the risk of getting caught, remember? xDD.

“But Shu, if we get caught it-,”

“Who cares.” He’d say, still continuing to lead you, his hand intertwined with yours.

If their school in DL has a terrace area, Shu’s definitely going to spend a lot of time there if he doesn’t want to lounge about in the halls and have some annoying teacher or staff member get on his case about going to class.

And since he likes to have private moments with you, he’ll use this as another place to share an intimate moment with him or just talk about whatever.

He likes to sit on the ledge lazily and have you stand in between his legs, his arms pulling you into him as he’d share a slow and passionate makeout session with you.

But of course, when the bell would ring, he’d groan and slightly growl under his breath since it was interrupting the moment, your lips pulling away from his.

“Oh, the next bell.”

“Who cares.” He’d say, pulling you back in for a forceful kiss, being annoyed that school was getting in the way.

You’d pull away, attempting to break free of his grasp. “Shu, I gotta go otherwise I’m gonna be-,”

He wouldn’t listen, his arms not willing to let you go, quickly pulling you in for another kiss, causing you to melt into it. He took note of your reaction, soon pulling away.

“Is that so? Your body says otherwise.” He’d smirk.

“I’m serious.” You’d laugh, playing slapping his arm. “I promise I’ll be back soon.”

He’d sigh, knowing he’d be pretty bored for the next hour or so, but you’d be quick to place a small kiss on his cheek, reassuring, “I promise.”

You’d quickly grab your things and head off to class. It was faint, but a small smile spread across his face as you left, his undead heart content.

As we know, Shu doesn't really attend class, so you have to drag him there. You of course try to encourage him, but he always says it's a drag, but sometimes he'll make the exception of going if you really want him to.

Say you need a partner for a new project for a class you both have together, he'll come so you don't get paired up with someone random.

But on the way there, he's gonna tell you how much of drag all of this as you lead him by the hand to class.

He’ll sometimes go to class just to make you happy, but he honestly doesn’t focus or take notes on anything. He’s honestly more sleepy there than he is in general, his chin resting on his palm as he’d lazily eye his surroundings.

He only directs his attention to you and whispers perverted things into your ear while class is going on, which makes you super distracted and on the verge of getting caught, a blush rising on your cheeks only making him amused knowing he’s getting a reaction out of you.

Luckily you two sit near the very back benchtop lol.

While you’re busy listening to the teacher lecture, he likes to unexpectedly laying his hand on one of your thighs, instantly catching you off guard. He’d gently stroke it up and down in a soothing manner to the point that you’d just brush it off and continue listening to the lecture, but that was until he’d go as far as slipping his hand between your thighs, almost making you jump out of your seat.

And sometimes, the teacher calls him out for distracting you since they see that something is off, but they don’t suspect what he’s doing to you exactly.

“Mr. Sakamaki, stop distracting Y/N. Either behave or go to the principal’s office.”

He’d of course only sigh in return, obviously not caring, the teacher soon resuming their lecturing knowing he wasn’t going to change.

But if you're giving a presentation in class you share with him, you of course try your best to not make him find out, but he always ends up finding out.

And this is where he actually finds the will to go to class just so he can tease you while you're presenting--by inaudibly mouthing lewd words towards you in hopes that you'll blush or mess up.

He'll even stare at you up and down or at different areas of your body as you're presenting as another tactic to get you to mess up.

He's definitely going to tease you after class about your presentation--you're honestly never going to hear the end of it.

Also likes to tickle you when you least expect it--it sometimes leading to full-out tickle wars, mostly because he enjoys hearing your laugh.

[falcqns]

i have another idea , what if reader has to go to the hospital because she get injured in set and little!chris saw her when they were taking her to the ambulance. He star having a panic attack but daddy!anthony helps him and u know he’s all sad because his mama it’s injured but when u wake up you let him explain how he’s feeling and he’s babbling and seeing how much he miss you even tho it’s was max 4 house since you last see him🥰✨

𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖆’𝖘 𝖔𝖐𝖆𝖞

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: daddy!Anthony Mackie x little!Chris Evans x mommy!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: md/ddlb relationship, polyamory, injury, hospitals, ambulance rides.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy.

as soon as Chris’s eyes locked onto the stretcher with you on it, being rolled from the soundstage, he was instantly little.

“dada?” he mumbled under his breath, scanning the set for Anthony. he located him talking to Joe Russo, and rushed over. Anthony saw the look on his boys face, and immediately excused himself from the conversation.

“Dada, where’s Mama goin’?” he asked, and Anthony wrapped him up in a big hug.

“Mama got hurt while filming,” he said, and he squeezed him tighter when he felt him start to freak out. he led him out the back door behind him, and held him. “she’s okay, they’re just taking her as a precaution.” he said, hoping that would calm him down, but it did the opposite and he began to freak out.

“nee’ to get ta Mama! Mama nee’s cuddles,” Chris said, pushing against Anthony’s hold. “Dada, wet me go!” he shouted, and finally broke free of his hold. he bolted after the ambulance that was pulling out.

“CHRIS!” Anthony shouted, trying to catch up to him. “damn those skinny little fuckin’ legs,” he said under his breath as he tried to catch up with Chris who was gaining speed. the ambulance drove away, and Chris fell down onto the pavement.

“shit,” Anthony said, and caught up with him. “come here,” he said, hauling a sobbing Chris up, and carried him to his trailer. thankfully, filming had resumed, so there was no one to see them.

“owwies,” Chris said as he was sat on the couch. he showed Anthony his hands that were scraped up. “owwies, Dada.” he said, tears falling down his face.

“i know bud. give Dada a second to get the first aid kit.” Anthony located it, and walked over to Chris.

“give Dada your hands.” he said, and Chris presented them.

he poured rubbing alcohol on the cuts, which made Chris cry from the pain. he wrapped his hands up, before washing them. Anthony picked up Chris’s blue and white paci, and offered it to him.

“no.” Chris refused. “don’ want it. wan’ Mama.” Anthony sighed and wiped away some of his tears.

“Mama is fine. we can go-“ he started to say, but was cut off by Chris pushing away from him and running to the other side of the trailer.

“NO!” Chris shouted. “DEY TOOK MAMA ‘WAY!”

Anthony walked over to him, and pulled him into a hug, letting him sob. “i know you’re scared for Mama. she’s going to be okay. she hit her head, they just need to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion. that’s all. we can bring Mama home tomorrow morning.”

Chris’s blue eyes filled with tears, and his bottom lip jutted out. “no Mama f’r ni ni?” he asked, and Anthony’s heart broke as Chris sobbed even louder, his head dropping back.

“nee’ mama!” he cried, and Anthony hugged him tighter, although he knew it wouldn’t help. he just wanted his poor boy to stop crying. Chris stomped his feet, and Anthony sat the two of them down on the bed, pulling Chris onto his lap, where he buried his head in Anthony’s neck and continued to sob.

“i know you’re sad, but everything’s gonna be fine. i promise. what are you worried about?” he asked, and Chris sniffled.

“no get miwk a’fore bed.” he said quietly, and Anthony smiled. his little boy loved your milk.

“you can still have milk, honey. i think there’s still some pumped milk in the freezer from when Mama had to go away and film a few months ago, remember?” he suggested, but this only served as fuel for Chris’s tears.

“no! i hab last one yestewday! Mama no hab time to nuwse, so i hafta drink out of a baba.” he said, and Anthony sighed. there was no way he was going to go down easy tonight if he didn’t get his night time meal.

just as he opened his mouth to soothe Chris, his phone vibrated. he pulled it from his pocket, and saw the text from you.

‘everything’s fine, they’re just keeping me for observation. you two can come and visit. i’m sure bubbas not too happy.’ it read, and Anthony smiled.

“look, buddy. Mama texted me. we can go see her.” he said, and instantly Chris’s face lit up.

“we go now?” he asked, standing up. Anthony nodded, a smile gracing his features.

“of course bud.”

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as soon as Chris laid eyes on you, he started crying again.

“baby, it’s okay.” you said gently, holding out your hand for him. he took it, and you pulled him closer.

“mama, huwt?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no, Mamas okay. what happened to your hands?” you asked, seeing the bandages.

“someone tried to follow the ambulance and tripped over his own two feet.” Anthony said, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

“oh, honey.” you said, and Chris started to hyperventilate.

“i sorry Mama. i so sorry,” he apologized, and you helped him lay on the bed.

his face mashed in between your breasts, and he felt himself calming. “you’re not in trouble, my baby.” you said, and he looked up at you. “Mama was just worried. are you a little worried too?” yoh asked and he nodded, tears pouring from your eyes. “what are you worried about?”

“no mama’s miwk no more,” he whispered, slipping further.

“oh baby. you’ll always have my milk.”

“so scawed Mama. so so scawed.” he admitted, and you pulled him up slightly. his had rested on your collarbone, and he inhaled the scent of you, a scent that always calmed him and made him smile.

“everything’s fine, baby. Mamas okay.” you said as his eyes closed.

Anthony kissed his forehead, and then placed a slow and sensual kiss on your lips. his fingers trailed over your skin, and he had a remorseful look on his face.

“are you really okay?” he asked seriously, and you smiled.

“yes, baby. i’m perfectly fine. we both know this was just a precaution.” you said, and Anthony nodded.

“yeah i know. doesn’t mean it didn’t scare me.”

“i know,” you said, your heart hurting when you saw a tear falling from his eye. “i know you were probably terrified, but you took such good care of our boy. you made sure he wasn’t scared, while being scared yourself. i love you so much.” you whispered, trying to keep Chris asleep on your chest.

“i love you more.”

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[milkteahood]

I’ve just read the neurotoxin imagine, but what if reader survived, they just hide from heisenberg until the effect of the drug wore off… but they will be traumatized and really afraid of him? How the old man will deal with it!?

Oh I like this. If the reader survives then this is how it will go.

The other part is here

Y/N could feel their ears ring. And their vision was blurry. They didn’t know what to do, but they managed to drag themselves out of there before Karl noticed. Y/N was bleeding out, and the smell of blood was gonna attract the lycans. They needed to hide somewhere and stop the bleeding. And fast.

Hours passed before Karl began to regain his senses. He called out for Y/N but there was no response. His head was still spinning and he couldn’t yet balance himself properly. He called out for them again. But it was dead silence. He managed to sit down on a chair, holding his head in his palms. He couldn’t remember what had happened, but looking around, he soon noticed the mess he has caused.

“What the...Y/N! Where are you?” he shot up, and his head started spinning again “motherf—“ he massaged his head.

He approached the mass of metal and noticed blood. He sucked in a breath, scared of whose blood that might be “Y/N!” he called out again. As he walked out of the room, he also noticed the trail of blood.

“Oh no, no no no no” he started running, following the path of now dry blood. The pieces of memory started coming together and he could soon make out what happened. And what he had done. But then the blood stopped and he didn’t know in which direction to go. So he looked everywhere. Not a single corner was left untouched.

He finally found Y/N in a tiny storage room. They had managed to stop the bleeding, but were still in terrible shape. When they noticed him, they let out a short scream.

“Y/N...” he didn’t know what to say so he just kneeled down next to them.

But they pulled away “p-please, don’t hurt me anymore”

The way their voice cracked, the tears in their eyes, broke Karl’s heart. He never meant to hurt them. But here he was, and he was never going to forgive himself.

“Let me see your wounds” he finally managed to speak “please buttercup”

His hand went to their shoulder “don’t touch me!” they yelled and slapped his hand away.

Karl gulped, unable to say another word. He just resumed to sitting next to them, in silence. He would not speak unless they speak to him first. He figured it was for the best.

“C-can you leave? Please” they asked

“B-but—“

“Please”

They emphasized on that please as if they were taking a bite out of themselves. Karl left without another word.

For the longest time, Karl tried to keep his distance, since whenever he would try to approach, they would tense up or even cry. He hated himself for what he did, even if it was under Miranda’s influence. He tried to talk to them, but whenever he’d ask something, they would stutter an answer.

He couldn’t blame them tho. He was about to kill them. That thought was keeping him awake at night. And as time went on, he found himself unable to sleep at all. The bag under his eyes got more and more noticeable. Y/N wanted to talk to him, but they were scared.

It’s been months of no talking, months in which Karl really wished he wasn’t alive. But he had to keep on working. He had to at least get them out of the village.

One day as he was working, Y/N finally approached him.

“K-Karl?” they asked

He turned around in an instant, ripping his glasses away, tears forming into his eyes. They were actually talking to him.

“I-I made pancakes..do you w-want some?” they spoke. Karl could easily tell they were still scared. But even so, they made the huge effort to actually talk to him. And that’s more than what he could’ve wished for.

“I would love some pancakes” he smiled, although his heart was breaking. He couldn’t let them see that tho, for this wasn’t about him. He wasn’t the one who almost got killed by the one they trusted most.

He knew he had to be gentle and very careful around them. They were still very traumatized about what happened, but he was determined to win their trust back and prove himself. He also refused to attend any more meetings. He couldn’t risk anything like that happening again. So from then on, it had to be just the two of them in the factory.

[yourlocalshewerewolf]

Inhabitants of 300 Fox Way, Part 1:

As I prepare myself emotionally to read "Mister Impossible", plus Maggie annunciating on twitter she is officially done with book three and is saying goodbye to this world (don't mind me, just crying in a corner), I decided to finally do a little fancast for this series that I love so much and that at the same time gives me such a headache whenever I try to do a fancast for it. Part 2 and 3 should be coming soon:

Pihla Viitala as Persephone Poldma:

I first saw Viitala in “Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters” where she played a good witch, even then tho, there was something odd about her that I can’t name, but is the same feeling that I get from Persephone. They stand out, like there is something ethereal about them so put that and the fact that Pihla is a good actress and I found my favorite odd witch.

Sara Martins as Maura Sargent:

Whenever I do a fancast, I usually go back and forth for a while on whom to pick and that usually lasts for a while, oddly tho, this wasn't the case. When I started to look for someone for Maura, Sara was the only one that really got my attention (not that any other actress isn't good, it's just that there is always something missing for me). Martins is a solid actress (seriously, check her IMDB page, she has quite a resume), but now I just can't picture anyone else, she is my Maura Sargent and I'm gonna die on this hill.

Rutina Wesley as Calla Lily Johnson:

One of my favorite actresses for one of my favorite characters. Wesley is a great actress that I believe could bring a lot of depth to Calla, tho, more than anything, I just hope that if we do get an adaptation we get to know more about her. We know she is fighter and deserves every break she can get (working at Aglioby and being a psychic in Henrietta for sure has earned her 2 lifelong vacations), but there is definetly more to her that we don't know about and whatever it is, I know Wesley can pull it off.

Now, I'm gonna have my sweet moment here and say I MADE THESE GIFS AND EDITS. I'm super proud tho obviously there is still room for improvement and if anyone wants to use them go for it, just credit me, original videos and photos are not mine and all credit goes to the respective owners. Also, just to let it clear, in Pihla Viitala's gif there is a watermark, it comes from the video on youtube that I got and in case anyone wants to read it is "deadwind.karppi", I had to rotate the gif because hers was the only one facing the opposite direction (tho, now that I think of it, I should have left her facing the opposite direction, if you know, you know).

[parkers-gal]

can you do a best!friends to lovers with a really affectionate reader and flustered peter?

requests are open (a lil slow tho)

wc: 1.3k

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If Peter had a penny for every time you wanted to touch him in some remote way, he’d probably be rich. If he had a penny for every time he wanted you to touch him, well then he’d be the wealthiest man alive.

Maybe you were obvious, or maybe touch was your love language. Peter wasn’t sure why he was speaking it, though. You weren’t dating — hell, you weren’t even together. Of course, Peter had those feelings for you. Of course he longed to have you in his embrace for as long as he could bear — which, granted, was a lot. He tries not to think about it, because if he does, he knows you won’t ever leave his mind.

Not that you normally do, but still.

For the first year of college, May insisted Peter take the dormitory grant that came with his scholarship. Tony knew the expenses were difficult for May, so he offered to help out. It took awhile for her to agree, but it happened nonetheless.

It’s where the two of you normally hang out. Occasionally, the two of you are found at a picnic table near your favorite tree or the library, but most days you’re slouching in his bed with a book in front of you. He always takes the desk; he’s polite that way.

“Hey, Pete.” You’re entering his dorm without even knocking, surprising Harry who’s slipping a shirt on in the corner.

“Jesus!” Harry’s caught off guard and Peter chuckles. You laugh, kissing Peter’s cheek before situating your belongings on the bed, backpack slipping off your shoulders smoothly. Harry eyes Peter knowingly, who’s a blushing mess. He rolls his eyes at the wall crawler before bidding goodbye while closing the door on his way out.

“Can you help me with Rodrigo’s work?” The two of you have the same lecture at different times, so studying is a lot more convenient. Peter looks up from his notebook before his face melts into a soft smile, nodding with a gentle “okay.”

You’re scooting over on the small mattress. Peter carefully slides in next to you, eyes finding the examples you’re working on. You lean into his side so you don’t fall off the bed, arm going under his so your arms are linked. He tries not to blush too much, but he knows he’s failed when he feels his face heat up exponentially.

He starts discussing the first page with you, and you’re nodding along before you lean your head on his shoulder. He tries to focus — god, he tries so damn hard to focus — but you’re so close, leaning into him like he’s the only thing supporting you, the only thing keeping you up. He’s trying, but you’re right there next to him, right in his reach, right there at his touch. You’re so close he can smell your perfume, so close he can hear your heartbeat in his ears without even focusing on it.

“Y’alright?” You bring him out of his daze after you notice his words have slowed until he’s frozen, staring at you.

“Uhm- uh… y-yeah. I’m- I’m fine.” He rubs his forehead, wiping the palms of his hands on his denim-clad thigh.

You stifle a laugh. “Are you sure?” You grin slyly, noticing his rising state of flux.

“Mhm.” He merely hums in response, not trusting his words.

The sunlight that comes in through the window, hits your face cooly, and he sucks in a breath. You look like a goddess — like something from those aesthetic pinterest boards you always show him. You’re calm yet encapsulating, and he’s suffocating on you. He’s okay with that, though. It feels too good to slow it down or stop it altogether.

Peter finishes his train of thought before joining you in completing the assignments from your lecture. You’re cracking jokes along the way, laughing so hard you can’t contain yourself. Peter doesn’t bother staying on track either. You’re so close he’s practically drunk on you.

After ten minutes of goofing off, you slide down, laying your head in Peter’s lap while you inquire about nothing in relation to your lecture’s work.

“Pete,” You speak childishly, and he chuckles at your demeanor. “How long do your webs last?”

“Usually four hours. Why?”

“No reason.” You reach for his hands, playing with his lanky fingers, separating them and smoothing over the grooves and rough edges as you relax atop him. He feels his face burning up again, but concludes you’re just absentmindedly playing with his hands.

“Do you have to make it yourself all the time or does Mr. Stark do it now?”

“Both.” You grab his other hand, now, repeating what you’ve done with his right hand. “Mr. Stark makes it for my suit but I’m coming up with updates.”

You hum, intertwining your fingers with his before letting your hands rest on your chest. He hopes you won’t look up and notice how red he’s gotten. Your hands fit into his so well.

Stop that Peter. He’s trying to humble himself, calm himself down and convince himself that you’re just an affectionate person.

Then again, he’s never seen you greet anyone else with a kiss on the cheek, so he could be wrong. He doesn’t think of it too much, because after five minutes, you sit up, unlinking your hands. Peter tries not to seem too disappointed, but it’s obvious in the way he deflates.

“Cuddle?” You ask softly, almost as if the silence has tired you out. It’s barely eight-thirty, but Peter smiles in agreement anyways.

You return his smile softly, moving your supplies off the bed and laying down, hugging him tightly while you inhale his scent, breathing deeply in relief.

“How are you always so warm?”

He chuckles. “Maybe you’re always cold.” “Then you need to fix that.” You’re mumbling into his skin. “You’re the one with the warmth.” He hums and the vibrations make you giggle.

Inside, Peter’s heart is clambering against his ribcage. He prays you can’t hear it, but he’s positive you wouldn’t need a spider sense to pick up on how nervous he is.

“You- uh… are you tired?”

“Mhm.” You confirm it, eyes closing lazily.

“You could sleep over, y’know. I know you don’t have a lecture until eleven, so…” He trails off and you laugh at him.

“I can really sleep over? You don’t mind?”

His tongue clicks. “Of course I don’t mind. You know that.”

“I know.” You smile cheekily. “Nice to hear it every once ‘n awhile, though.”

He laughs and it shakes you up, his chest bouncing underneath you. You hold him tighter, arms wrapping around him. His laugh quiets as that shuts him up. “Y-yeah I… I get it.”

You laugh again at the stumble over his words. “You’re silly.”

“Sure.”

With an eye roll, you exhale against him, arms instinctively taking home against his abdomen. With the flutter of your eyes, you fall asleep.

When you awake, Peter’s sitting at his desk doing work. It’s only just past nine o’clock, yet you realize how much you’ve slept. You rub the sleep from your eyes, a yawn slipping past your lips, alarming Peter that you’re awake.

“G’morning, sleepyhead. Sleep well?”

You grin. “Always, with you.”

He smiles and you stand up, wrinkles on your shirt flattened by your hands. “I should go so I can get ready for class.” Peter hums in acknowledgement. “I’ll be back in twenty.” You kiss his cheek before leaving him in the room.

When you’re gone, Peter exhales, his nerves settling.

“When’re you gonna ask her out?” Harry breaks the silence, emerging from under the covers. Peter jumps, surprised and startled at the sound of a new voice.

“Don’t do that, Harry.” Peter grumbles, resuming his work.

“Do what?” He smirks. Peter rolls his eyes in response. “I’m just saying, man.” He slips on some sweatpants, abandoning the covers.

“Yeah, I know.” Peter sighs, pondering his words. “Soon.”

[buck-nialled]

Can you maybe write 48 and 10 (from the pairing questions) with Niall? Or just one of them if it's too hard to connect the two. Thank you so much. Can't wait to read it haha. Take your time tho🥰

NOTE: thanks for the submissions! send me a number and I’ll write a blurb about it!

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48. Who is the drunk texter?

10. Who worries the most?

Seven Drinks - N. Horan Blurb

You figured with Niall being Irish, handling alcohol should never be an issue he crosses paths with. Tonight, after getting a string of misspelled words and pleads to stop by for a drink demonstrating his intoxication, you had proved yourself wrong.

Niall <3

Peyal i miss yu

U shuold com and join us

nvermid, the byos wan t leave

help i cant see my ober

                                        did you try ordering one?

… pwtal, hos do i ordr a uber?

You realized soon after receiving that text that your boyfriend was helpless even with the technology in his hand, and decided to pick him up for yourself. After slipping one of the warmest hoodies you could dig out of his closet, you grabbed your car keys from the counter and began your mission to get Niall back home to safety. Though the bad thoughts shouldn’t have infested your mind as rapidly as they did, you did nothing in your power to stop them. What if he gets hurt or somebody tries harming him? What if he is mugged or the bar is robbed before you make it? All of the graphic hypotheticals began playing in your head like it was a cinema while time seemed to slow down. Especially at red lights was when your patience began running thin and your clutch on the steering wheel resulted in paling knuckles.

After finally pulling the vehicle and safely parking it, you rushed inside and were overwhelmed with all of the chatter and music. How you were supposed to track Niall down in this heap of laughing, dancing and drunk bodies was unbeknownst to you.

Thank the highest deity that your boyfriend’s laugh could eclipse any noise known to man. Upon the blissful bobs reaching your ears, you followed the sound towards a booth in the back, where Niall and two others out of the group remained.

“Woah, look at that bird,” Niall’s eyes danced across your approaching figure in admiration. You did not miss his comment, and let a smooth remark slide out.

“This bird is ready to take you home. Come on,” You nodded your head back towards the entrance, already missing the heated seats your car provided.

“Petal!” Niall cheers, eliciting a small hiccup afterward at the sight of you closer. “You came. Alright, next round on me.” He proposes in a slur.

The two who sat across from him groaned in protest and waved off the suggestion. “We should all get home, mate. We can meet up tomorrow.” A frown sets onto Niall’s face, but his intoxicated self tries its very hardest to not let it show and maintain an upbeat mood.

“Okay.” Now with Niall’s consent, you guided him with an arm around his hip out of the bar and through the entrance. Once the cold air hit him in the face, he began swearing beneath his breath.

“Shite,” he whistles and lazily raises his hand. “Jo maxi!” This earned strange looks from other people either entering or exiting the bar. It also earned his arm a harsh tug from you as you resumed leading him to the car.

“We’re not in Mullingar, Ni. I’ll be driving us back.”

“Oh,” he hiccups once more and, with your assistance, clambers into the passenger seat. You click his seatbelt before his arm could reach up and do it himself, and miss the tiny quirk of his lips as you do the same to yourself.

“You look like me after three drinks. How many did you have?”

“Seven.” He says with a firm grin. Neither syllable came out as a slur, prompting you to raise an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I only had seven. I just wanted to see if you’d come to pick me up. It’s cute that you worry so much.” He teases. You were grateful for the minimal light of the streetlamps lining the outside that disguised the blood running up to your cheeks. Seconds after and your mouth was still agape. You were baffled.

“Wha--I--no I wasn’t.” You refuse, shaking your head.

“Yeah, you were. You really thought I was so plastered I couldn’t order a driver and decided to come to do it yourself. I bet you were scared I was gonna fall off a table trying to dance on it.” You’d admit any of the various what-if scenarios to him on your drive over, but that was indeed one of them. “It’s okay, though. I’d do the same for you.”

And right then, you were okay with the flame ablaze behind your cheeks, and the unnaturally high tempo your heart began jumping to upon being caught. “I just love you, a lot. Is that so bad?”

“Nope, because I love you even more.” He replies, keeping the cheeky grin spread along his face before planting a sweet kiss against your forehead. “But do you actually mind taking us home? I’m feeling a little tired.”

[esperosisdoeswriting]

Raffle Winner Story- Ok again

(Thank you all again so much for particpating in the raffle! Now, this is the completeed 3k+ story requested by an anonomous user! The request was as follows: A cold hearted Superhero x A Anxious Supervillain who have opposite powers (Fire vs Ice, Dark vs Light etc.) . One day tho The Hero finds out the villain is in a abusive relationship and goes to save them, however the hero is having a hard time comforting the villain because their powers are reacting negatively towards eachother when they’re too close to one anouther.)

(THIS IS NOT A PROMPT, Content Warnings: Depictions of abuse, some violence)

Hero sighed as they looked down from the rooftop. Villain was below them, trying to figure out how to stealthily break into Boutique, utterly unaware of Hero's presence. Hero did have to wonder what Villain was even doing. Breaking into stores wasn't exactly a usual crime of theirs. Hero didn't suppose it mattered though, Villain was committing a crime, and for that, they needed to be punished.

Hero waited for Villain to finally give up trying to lockpick the back door and instead lit a small, concentrated flame in their palm and began to melt the lock. Hero stood from their perch, taking this as their cue to stop Villain. As they jumped off the rooftop, they sent a bolt of ice at the lock, quickly freezing it to the point it stopped melting. Hero heard Villain gasp, alarmed by the ice, and spun around just in time to see Hero land behind them

"Attempted breaking and entering using powers," Hero tsked at Villain, who was frantically looking from side to side for an escape. They were trapped, the back alley's confined quarters ensuring that Hero would catch them no matter what direction they ran.

"Hero... You're surprisingly fast tonight." Villain replied, the hopelessness of their situation beginning to dawn on them.

"Actually, you just managed to pick a shop that I patrol past, So it's less I'm quick, and your unlucky."

Villain let out a defeated laugh, "Well, you stopped me, I'm just gonna... go home." Villain took a tentative step to the right, Hero mimicking their movement.

"No, I don't think you are."

"What?!" Villain shouted, panic and desperation evident in their voice, "But I didn't even break in! You stopped me. How can you still arrest me!?"

"As I said before, you attempted to break and enter using powers. That's a crime. Besides, you have several outstanding warrants, so I can really just arrest you on sight." Hero let out a huff of annoyance. These criminals never made it easy for them.

"Wait... Please, I have to get home tomorrow; please, you can't arrest me!" Villain pleaded to Hero, who just fixed them with a hard stare,

"Then you should have thought about that before suiting up."

Villain took a step back, their body shaking as their back hit the wall. They glanced behind them at the wall before their eyes returned to Hero, tears welling up.

"How about this?" Villain tried, some hope returning to their eyes, "I'm cut you a deal, if you let me go tonight, I won't cause any trouble for a month!" their voice lifted a bit, tears streaming down their face as they pleaded to Hero.

"Think about that, yeah? A whole month where you don't have to worry about me doing anything!" Villain desperately tried to convince Hero, who seemed to consider the idea for a moment before speaking.

"A whole month without your antics would be very nice..." Villain looked almost sick with relief, "But I'd get much more than a month if you were in prison." Villain's face immediately dropped into utter despair.

"Now, Hands behind your back, let's make this easy for both of us, ok?" Hero began to fiddle with their utility belt for their power dampening handcuffs as they heard Villain mumble something from across the alley.

"What was that? You'll have to speak up," Hero replied, not even looking at them as they finally got the cuffs unhooked.

"I said I'm not letting you arrest me!" Villain all but screamed at them as the alley suddenly burst into light.

Hero looked up only to see Villain nearly engulfed in flames. Hero only had enough time to encase themselves in a shield of ice before Villain's powers exploded out of them in an inferno, launching them into the air. Hero released the ice and looked up to see if they could catch them, but Villain was already sailing through the air, using the combustion from their flames to propel themselves.

"Damn," Hero muttered to themself, knowing full well they wouldn't be able to catch up. They cursed themself for not paying more attention as they quickly extinguished the flames around them with their ice. They let out a sigh, knowing they had just screwed up big time, when a strange note caught their attention off the ground. It was singed but much cleaner than the other garbage that was littering the alley's floor.

Hero bent down and picked it up, reading the note.

"Just so you don't forget, I wanted the black jacket, you know the one. It was in the cute little Boutique we went to. Make sure you get it darling, I really really want it! I Love you Villan's real name!"

So Villain was stealing for their significant other it seemed. Hero let out a sigh and shook their head. Hero guessed they really wanted to make them happy if when they couldn't afford the gift, they resorted to stealing. Hero looked up at the sky, a smile crossing their face. Now that they had a name for Villain, finding them should be easy.

It took several hours of scouring the power database for the city. But finally, at the crack of dawn, they were confident that the person they were looking at on the screen was Villain. Another Hero came over and place a coffee on their desk with a sympathetic smile. They'd been there, they all had. Hero just nodded a thank you to them and took a long drink, staring at the screen.

Now all they had to do was track Villain down and gather evidence that Villain was Villain. A tiresome but necessary process, way too many trigger happy heroes in the past had caught a whiff that a civilian was a villain and beat them mercilessly before turning them in. These civilians rarely ever turned out to be the villains the heroes thought they were, so now everyone else had to jump through hoops to get these criminals off the streets. 

Hero packed up their things and checked out a camera and video camera from storage, the nice woman wishing them a good day. Hero tiredly nodded back. This was going to be a long day.

Hero had found Villain at home. Hero had managed to locate an empty apartment in the complex across from Villain's and peered at them with binoculars. The two cameras in their bag untouched, getting pictures of Villain acting all cute and domestic, wouldn't help their case. Hero immediately reeled back, stopping their train of thought abruptly. Had they just thought Villain was... cute? No, no, they thought they had been acting cute, totally different. Besides, Villain was in a relationship. Wait, why did that matter?

Hero smacked their head against the wall a few times to try and rid their mind of these strange thoughts. Thinking such things about a criminal was highly unprofessional. They breathed in, then out, before finally picking the binoculars back up to resume their surveillance. Villain was smiling softly as they scrubbed down the counters with some kind of cleaning product. From the way, their lips were pressed together. How they were moving their body rhythmically, Hero assumed they were humming along with some music they were playing.

Hero tried not to think about it, but they had to finally address the elephant in the room. Okay, so Villain was definitely a filthy criminal who hurt people and stole things, but they were a person too. Sometimes it was hard to remember that in Hero's line of work. No, that's not true. It was simply easier to forget. Hero had long ago locked their heart away so softer emotions like empathy and mercy wouldn't interfere. However, the more they watched Villain dance along with their music and clean, lost in their own little world. They felt their icy disposition begin to soften involuntarily.

They let out a sigh. It didn't matter anymore. As soon as they caught Villain putting their costume on, it was over. Villain would go to prison, and many people would be safer for it. They stole themselves and continued to bury themselves in thoughts of protecting people.

Eventually, after several hours another person entered the apartment. Hero assumed this to be the significant other who had written the note, as both seemed to greet each other warmly. Hero watched them smile and interact with each other, but something didn't seem quite right. Hero narrowed their eyes, trying to figure out what was leaving them so uneasy. It took a minute or so, but they think that Villain might be tenser than they were before. Hero shook their head and chalked it up to them being daydreaming earlier and now being more attentive.

Hero continued to watch the two interact as Villain's partner sat down at the table and Villain served them both the meal Villain had been making before. Hero assumed this was some kind of working spouse, house spouse arrangement. The partner was dressed nicely, so they were likely at least somewhat well off.

The two talked as they ate; what about Hero wasn't sure. However, they were unprepared when things seemed to take a turn. Villain's partner said something which made Villain tense and looked away. Hero narrowed their eyes, not for the first time since the partner had returned home wishing they had been able to plant a bug. The partner's disposition seemed to flip on a dime, as they went from happy a jovial to angry almost instantly. They said something, and Villain looked down, mumbling something in response. Suddenly partner's dinner plate was thrown at Villain's head, narrowly missing them.

Hero instantly jumped to their feet, every cell in their body screaming at them to protect, to save. They stood still in shock as a million thoughts raced through their mind. If they rushed over now, they would lose any chance of catching Villain. Hero hesitantly raised the binoculars to their eyes once more. Villain's partner had rounded the table, obviously screaming something at Villain, who was now sobbing in their chair. It was when the partner lifted their fist to punch Villain when Hero knew they couldn't remain idly.

Hero summoned their ice in a flash and smashed it into the wall in front of them before thrusting their powers behind them. Cracking the opposite wall, they flung themself at Villain's apartment window. They swung their body around so that when they hit the window, they did so feet first, breaking the window to pieces and kicking the partner in the back.

Villain's partner flew forward past Villain and slammed into the kitchen wall, crumpling to the floor, leaving a small trail of blood behind on the wall. Hero was in the apartment, and Villain was safe... they... weren't exactly sure what to do now. They might have just killed the partner, or at the very least hospitalized them, and Villain was staring up at them, terrified. Their mind raced, usually, they would just call the police, or the police would already be there to deal with the aftermath. But now they were on their own to deal with this mess.

They decided the best first thing to do would be to comfort Villain. They knelt down to Villain, who was now on the floor trying to back away from both Hero and their partner's crumpled form.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Hero tried,

"You just launched through my apartment window and kicked my spouse in the back!" Villain hyperventilated.

"They were going to hurt you!" Hero argued back,

"It's... They..." Villain sobbed, "They love me ok, they just. They have a temper sometimes!"

"People don't hurt the people they love," Hero replied softly, "You don't understand!"

"I understand enough to know what they're doing is wrong."

Villain broke down sobbing hysterically, and Hero's heart wrenched for them. They moved closer to give Villain a hug but as soon as their skin touched each other, Villan's fire burst from them, Hero's ice responding to defend themself. They both looked at each other with wide eyes.

"That-" Hero felt awful, "That wasn't intentional, I just."

"You just wanted to arrest me, I get it." Villain let out a bitter laugh, which then turned into a sob that wracked their entire frame.

"I wanted to give you a hug," Hero mumbled. Villain looked up at them at that, tears still streaming down their face, their face which was a mix of heartbreak and despair, contorted into a bitter expression.

"Yeah, right. Hero in the many months I've known you... Well, let's just say you aren't the softest of individuals. It's fine. You don't have to lie about it. I can see the cuffs on your belt." Villain looked down at the floor.

"You mean these cuffs?" Hero asked as they unhooked them from their belt. Villain looked up at Hero, and before they could say another word, Hero tossed them out the window, leaveng them to fall the ten stories to the ground.

"You..." Villain stared at them in complete disbelief.

"Just threw away my handcuffs? Yes, because I'm not here to arrest you. All I want to do right now is help you." Hero stared deeply into Villain's eyes, praying that their intentions showed through to Villain. After a long moment of the two staring into each other's eyes, Villain began to cry again. Hero immediately started to panic, thinking they had done something wrong as they frantically tried to reassure Villain, but Villain just sat there. Their entire frame violently shaking with sobs, they eventually managed to get some words out.

"I. want... to go... home." Villain desperatly cried as they hiccupped and shook.

"I don't know where your home is other than here, but I can take you somewhere safe until you calm down." Hero slowly reached out to pull Villain into their arms, but their powers violently reacted once more. Villain's whole body flinched as if struck, and their crying intensified.

Hero's mind raced as they tried to think up some kind of solution to the current problem. Finally, after a long minute of thinking, they had an idea.

"Just... hang on, I'll be right back, ok?"

Villain didn't respond, and Hero took that as their cue. They carefully stepped over the partner's crumpled form before thinking that they should probably check to see if he was still alive. Hero bent down and checked the partner's pulse, still alive. Hero gave a nod and continued further into the apartment. They searched for a minute or so before finally emerging with what they were searching for. As they returned to the kitchen with arm fulls of towels, they accidentally kicked partner in the ribs while passing. So hard to see with these towels hero thought to themself.

"I'm going to put these on you, ok?" Hero asked Villain. 

Villain was only crying softly now, but they were curled up and didn't respond. Hero then gently draped the towel over Villain and cautiously placed their hand on the material. They breathed a sigh of relief when no kickback occurred.

Villain finally looked up, their expression having changed from soul-wrenching despair to misery mixed with cautious hope.

"What are you doing?" Villain whispered as hero tucked towels all around Villian.

"Covering you in towels, since your so upset, our powers are reacting badly to each other. But if we put these towels in between us, I can do this!" Hero announced as, in one smooth motion, they scooped Villain into their arms and lifted them into the air bridal style. Villain looked up at them, their eyes wide and teary.

"Where are you taking me?" Villain asked

"You said you wanted to go home, right? Well, I don't know where that is, so mine will have to do." Hero looked down at Villain, "Now hold on tight, this is gonna be a bit scary."

"You're taking me to your home?!" Villain nearly shouted as Hero made their way to the broken window, "Aren't you afraid I'm going to leak your address or identity or something?"

"That's something I can deal with later. Right now, my main concern is making sure you're safe." Hero gave Villain a soft smile. Villain teared up once more and buried their face in Hero's chest. Hero tightened their grip on Villain as they gave one last look at the ruined apartment. Food and blood drying on the wall, shattered glass everywhere, and the broken chair lying in pieces on the tile floor. They thought back to how much fun Villain had looked to be having cleaning it earlier and turned away.

Then, they jumped. They felt Villain's body stiffen in their arms as their latched onto Hero with a death grip. Hero summoned their ice into a ramp, and they began to skate through the cities' skyline. Villain, after the feeling of free-falling, had subsided peaked around them and gasped, taking in the view of the city and the frost all around them.

"Is this how you see the city?" Villain asked them.

"Yes."

"It's beautiful,"

Hero resisted the urge to say 'not as beautiful as you', now certainly wasn't the time for that. But they didn't dismiss the thought either. It was clear now, Villain wasn't some scum-sucking criminal but a deeply hurt individual that had fallen down the wrong path.

"You're going to be ok from now on, ok?" Hero said, looking down at Villain. Villain looked back up at them,

"I believe you."

They still had a lot of work to do, trauma didn't disappear overnight. Hero knew this. But Hero was confident that someday, Villain was going to be ok again.

And as Villain watched over the city, even though their mind nagged at them to go back to their apartment. To go back and take care of their partner and apologize for not getting them the jacket like they asked, for not cooking and cleaning well enough, for being a lousy partner. They closed their eyes. Deep down, they knew that this was for the best, and one day, they would be ok again.