#this shit^^ keep happening makes me too scared to get active again

[hey-itsdollie]

Coming out of anon bc I already reblogged the original fic which is smth I usually don't do especially for smut/suggestive stuff bc I'm shy but I loved how you did my request and if it's not too much to ask could we do a part 2 but in the pov of the boys this time?

Transmasc reader working out with Kunigami, Barou, and Karasu. What thoughts are running through their head? Are they as thirsty for the reader as he is for them? Are they even thirstier? Bonus points for smut but again, up to you! And don't be afraid to reach out to me personally if you want clarification!

Again, thank you so much for filling my request: lowkey always scared to ask for transmasc readers from fic writers bc more often than not they won't do it so I'm so happy I ran into your blog!

Rock Hard at the Gym

I hope I wrote this to your liking!

‧₊˚ ┊The bllk guys' minds are only concentrated on their gym partner

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » kunigami. barou. karasu.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ smut, trans masc reader, use of pet names, dirty thoughts, aged up!, minors DNI!

Part 1, Part 2 -u are here!-

── .✦ Rensuke Kunigami

Kunigami found himself cursing at his thoughts. Trying to keep them at bay as he felt your hungry stares on him. Forcing himself to focus on the activity at hand–lifting weights.

Normally this didn’t happen but for the past few months these rather… inappropriate thoughts about his gym partner have been more consuming. Completely taking effect on his mind and body like some kind of hypnosis.

Like his current… predicament. He couldn’t help but imagine lifting you up and off his cock. Hearing your sweet moans echo through the empty gym. Perhaps all this training and weight lifting wasn’t just for soccer? Maybe it was for you the whole time.

The idea of lifting you around and being able to hold you up against the wall or in positions. It ate at him.

And the worst of it all was that he knew you thought the same. The lingering stares you gave him, the way your eyes seemed to check him out even in his exhausted sweaty states.

“You should slow down, you might choke.” He muttered, placing the weight on the ground next to him as he sat up. Watching you chug the liquid from the cold bottle. Not being able to help the thoughts that filled his mind.

Easily being able to picture you on your knees sucking on his girthy cock. Choking on it as he fucked into your wet cavern. Kunigami could see himself talking you through it–praising you about how well you were taking him.

The ginger heard the male beside him mutter out a soft apology, not missing the red flare up he had on his face. Fuck… just the image of you apologizing for making a mess after he came on your face. Kunigami quickly felt himself hardening in his pants.

“We should get going… the gym’s gonna close soon.”

── .✦ Shoei Barou

Barou couldn’t stand it. It’s only been ten minutes of you on his back and he was already on the verge of switching the current roles.

Your warm hands running over his shoulders and back muscles was enough to make his curse, not willing to voice out his liking to your touch.

The quiet mutterings of concern only made his cock harden more. “Just stay up there for a bit longer… I’m not done.” Barou muttered holding back a ground as he felt your clothed boypussy rub against his back each time he did a push up.

He wanted this to last as long as it could. “You callin’ me weak with your whining?” He groaned out, covering his true emotions with his pride. Hearing a sigh leave you as your hands run over his heated back.

Barou could feel the rise in your body heat. The fact you were getting as worked up as he was–well it made the situation almost painful.

The male tried to push the thoughts away knowing if he didn’t, there was a high chance his cock would end up inside you while showering. He never needed anybody this bad before. He didn’t even give two shits about romance or emotions for that matter.

But when it came to you, he could barely hold back.

── .✦ Tabito Karasu

“Fuck his body…” Karasu inwardly cursed as his hands felt over your smooth skin. Completely forgetting the fact his hands were running over your body simply to analyze your muscles. “Tabito…”

Your murmur made him grin at the sight of your red face. He pulled his hands away, raising them with a joking grin. “Didn’t know you were so ticklish~” He teased, the sight of you blushing making his heart skip a beat.

You always seemed to play hard to get, so oftentimes Karasu found himself showing off way more than he normally would. Touching you when he could, complimenting you, teasing endlessly.

“Well, let’s just say you need some new core workouts. I got a great one that you could try.” Karasu hummed nudging against your side as you gasped. “Tabito what the fuck!”

The dark-haired male laughed, even though he meant some of what he said. But he was more than willing to wait as long as he needed to be with you.

“Come on, let's go workout already.” You groaned, pulling him out of the locker room and going to a more secluded corner.

“Oo like the one I proposed?”

“Shut up Tabito…” You glared your face burning from embarrassment as your gym partner cackled following behind you.

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[apatheticsunday]

Gotham TikTok

AKA "Danny moves to Gotham and records TikToks with absolutely deranged captions. He films Get Ready with Me in Gotham videos, fit checks, and even A Day in the Life of a Ghost in Gotham! Except everybody is freaking the fuck out in the comments" prompt idea!

No, you don't understand, I'm obsessed. Like, what if Danny's idea of "safe" is just... anything that doesn't actively try to kill him? So Metropolitians, Star City, and Central City citizens are literally biting their nails and sweating bullets every time he posts, because what if he gets merc'd by the "Eight Heads in a Duffel Bag" Red Hood?? And that's one of the nicer villains in Gotham. And Danny's just like wow, this place is niiiiiice, I haven't even been murdered yet!

Maybe Jazz took a 12-year-old Danny to Gotham to escape their parents. Gotham's cheap, dirty, and doesn't ask questions: it's the best place to go to disappear because damn near half the city's population are either super villains, hostages, dead, or vigilantes. She gets a job at an understaffed hospital as a clinical psych intern. She enrolls Danny for online schooling because she's scared a public high school would be too easy for their parents to track.

Which leaves Danny alone for hours. He makes a TikTok account called "Danny Phantom" because, c'mon, he's a kid. And, like most kids, he doesn't really comprehend the idea of a digital footprint or that his account is public, accessible by literally anybody.

He's also a little shit. So, the first TikTok he uploads is of a man getting carjacked, but the caption reads: love to see people helping each other. remember it's always okay to ask for help! it's okay, I don't know how to parallel park, either :)

And you just see this guy in a mask shove a businessman away from his car, gesturing with his gun, before getting into the driver's seat. Except the car is parallel parked so the carjacker just slowly inches back and forth between a Prius and a Honda until he can wedge himself out of the parking space. And then gets stuck in stand-still traffic. The TikTok goes viral. It's talked about on the Gotham news and Gothamites are losing their shit, pointing out the exact moment you can see the carjacker start to soundlessly cuss through the car's windshield or the way the businessman is just... standing on the side of the road, watching with a deadpan look.

Danny doesn't know about it being on the news, but he sees all the comments, likes, reposts, and feels something. He wonders if this is what Ember feels every time people listened to her music. So, he keeps posting. Usually, it's short three-second videos of a hilariously unexpected situation with an even more deranged caption. But then he's accidentally caught in the reflection of a store front while recording and doesn't know, posts it like he always does; only for this TikTok to go viral, too. Because "Danny Phantom" is a child??

He doesn't notice the shift in his comments, but the public opinion quickly changes from wow, Gothamites are just like that huh lol to what the FUCK, kid, get inside!!! anytime he posts.

Except Danny never gets hurt. Even in the most dangerous situations, when you'd think this kid is a goner for sure, he's just happily yapping in the background. He's so different from Gothamites because he lacks that dead-eyed, despair-inducing aura of someone who's lived in a hellmouth their whole lives. (A couple people post that Danny kind of reminds them of Golden Boy Brucie Wayne, all air-headed and unrealistically optimistic, and suddenly there's memes of "what happens when you've never gotten shot in Gotham" or "how i act when Commish Gordie accuses me of shoplifting again" with them side-by-side.)

And then Danny's posts go viral again and again. Danny doing a fit check with a blond-haired woman with a checkered outfit, she ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek. A picture of him wearing an old jean jacket with a bright red lipstick smear on his cheek is trending for weeks. Spoiler, fully suited up in an all-purple vigilante attire, and him shoving gas station hotdogs in their mouths. He even has videos of him clearly in Killer Croc's lair, with comments of are you in the sewers??? DANNY??? and he responds, no, i'm in mom & dad's basement :) (Waylon Jones is actually sitting behind him in one of the videos, intently watching a TV show on an iPad.)

Everybody adores Danny - Rogues, Gothamites, even the Bats. (There's at least six videos of Nightwing teaching Danny how to do backflips, handstands, and other acrobatic moves. Even the youngest Robin has been caught on camera quietly talking with Danny, a shocking lack of violence that left half the city's population suffering from cuteness aggression for the kids.)

So, yeah, Danny belongs to Gotham.

But the internet is widely accessible and Danny made it so, so easy to find him. Jazz obviously didn't know he was posting videos of himself publicly; she was too tired after back-to-back 12 hour shifts at the hospital that she hadn't even checked social media in months. Otherwise, she would've told him to be careful, to never show his face or post his real name on the internet. Then again, Jazz would never have expected all of Gotham (and Superman himself, totally endeared by the kid after Kon and Jon showed him a couple TikToks) would beat the absolute shit out of anybody going after Danny.

Imagine GIW's surprise when they track down Amity's former residential Ghost only to find an entire city frothing at the mouth to protect their Phantom.

[sukeruton-san]

A Coffee Heart pt 4

First Previous Next

Red Robin found the apartment building his twin brother has been staying at with his adoptive parents. he is on the third floor, Apt 307, window is also unlocked.

He heads inside too investigate, he doesn't expect what he walked into.

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Today has been a good day. No attacks of any kind against his person. Not to much destruction with his parents fiddling and he got a shit load of caffeine in his veins. So, it has been a good day.

" Danny-O look!!!" His dad holds up what looks like a death ray on steroids, he said so as well.

" I call it 'The Fenton Ecto-destruct' it's suppose to deconstruct ectoplasmic-entities into more of a liquid substance so we can get to the core Evan easier!!" So it is a death ray on steroids but worse because it's for the already dead.

"Cool, cool hay have you seen the plates I can't find them "

" I think there in with the ghost equipment I'll go get them!!" Dad sets down Fenton Ecto-destruct and hurries of to the makeshift lab in the spare room.

"And make the trip long" he mutters under his breath before picking up the device and takes it apart,rearranging some parts, and adding somethings aswell. Then he puts it together again placing it down where it was before.

"Found them!!" The plates get handed to him " now to test The Fenton Ecto-destruct!!!" He pulls the trigger

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" Aww, it doesn't work, maybe I need to add more wires for the energy output!" Putting the ray in his pocket he heads back to the lab

" Don't think it will work at all with what I did to it" chuckling to himself he puts the plates in the cabinet before heading to his room for the time being half way there he feels like something isn't right

He looks around spotting an ajar window, tensing he closes it. Feeling movement to he's right he throws the nearest object to him, which is a box cutter, into a wall next to the sheepish face of Red Robin

" Ancients, you scared the shit out of me"

"Sorry, my bad "

Crossing his arms" Mind telling me why your here"

" May have over heard you conversation with your dad and got suspicious about it. Your quick with your hands it took you 10 minutes tops to rearrange the ray your dad built"

" Thank you, and sorry for disrupting your patrol or whatever you were doing " he rubs the back of his neck " you don't happen to know of places that dispose of lots of metal and equipment that don't interfere with rogues and or criminals do you, I don't want my parents interacting with anyone like that here with our stay but also don't want them in public."

The vigilante ferros his brows before stating" there's one in downtown Gotham that doesn't have much activity going on with it. Also are you okay your parents sound like rogues already and I Don't like it."

"They haven't killed anyone so far, so their fine for the most part just don't want them nere thing and or people that can make them worse then they already are."

" You haven't answered the first question tho also 'so far' isn't as reassuring as you think"

" Their fine, really" there was a ominous thump in the background " I am going to check that out, you have a good day" he hurries of too the destination the sound came from leaving a worried vigilante behind

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The situation is worsening by the minute first he hears and sees the conversation between Danny and Mr. Fenton about something that can vary well kill Danny if the thing misfires. Next Danny's ability to deconstruct and rearrange or build upon things in fast pases hents that he has to do that often which means there are lots of potential weapons and or devices that can harm Danny or others aswell.

Third is that Danny knew that he was here and acted accordingly to the situation. he almost got my head with that box cutter if he didn't dodge in time. Fourth is the aparint need to keep his adoptive parents from rouges because they might learn from them when he is positive they already are rouges.

Last and most noteworthy is Danny's avoidance to answering the question if he was Okay.

He has a lot to unfold and first is the implied lab that the Fenton's are working in.

[joelalorian]

Fall Into Me - Chapter Nine: I'd Fall for You Twice if That's What You Wanted

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.2k

Chapter Warnings: Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings. Sarah, Tommy, Emily, and JB unknowingly banding together for the win. Joel is his own warning. Inappropriate (or entirely appropriate?) use of a massager. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad and Joel uses various terms of endearment (darlin', sweetheart, etc.).

Thank you so much to everyone who reads this self-indulgent story and extra thanks to those who comment and/or reblog - you all make me feel like a rock star!

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

Chapter Eight | Main Masterlist

“Girl, you’ve got it baaad,” Emily teased, watching you eye your phone every five seconds. The pair of you were getting drinks at your favorite watering hole the Saturday before your first full week of officially teaching.

“I can’t help it, Em. He’s got this, like, hold over me or something,” you replied sheepishly, one hand tucking your phone away in your back pocket. You were starting to annoy yourself with how often you checked for texts from Joel.

“You’re in love, that’s what happens.” Emily shrugged and sipped at her fruity mixed drink. “How’d the holidays go?”

Your expression lit up as you told Emily about your first major holidays with the Millers. Having spent some holidays with them while you were still away at school, your dad already fit into their family dynamic seamlessly. You were a happy and much-loved addition to the festivities and there was plenty of laughter among the adults at how badly Tommy botched dinner for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. Why Joel and your dad ever let him try again after the wreck that was Thanksgiving dinner was beyond you. Thankfully, your dad saved the day both times with his unparalleled grilling skills.

“So, it’s safe to say that JB’s still happy about you and Joel being together?” Emily asked after your own laughter at recounting the mess died down.

“Is he ever,” you replied with a shake of your head. “He loves to rib Joel on making an honest woman out of me. Joel takes it in stride, but I’m kinda afraid that it’ll scare him off if my dad keeps it up.”

“Oh, please! That man is clearly head over fuckin’ heels for you. Hell, he’s already told you and JB that he loves you, he’s not goin’ anywhere!” After taking another sip of her drink, Emily shot you a pointed look. “When the hell am I gonna meet Joel, anyway? I feel like you’re actively hiding him from me.”

You stilled.

Were you doing that? You didn’t think so, not at first, but… If you were honest with yourself, there was an element of truth to Emily’s accusation.

“Shit, Em. I’m not doing it purposefully, I swear,” you replied beseechingly, pausing to figure out how to properly explain things. Finding a scratch in the tabletop suddenly fascinating, you stared at it while continuing. “I just have to share him so much already, between Sarah and my dad, even his brother – not that I begrudge him spending time with any of them, especially Sarah! It’s just… when I have time with him, I want to keep him to myself. You know what I mean?”

God, that made you sound so selfish. You looked up to find Emily grinning at you.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“I’ve never seen you so in love. It looks good on you.” Emily clinked her now empty glass against your half-full one. “Just promise me that I’ll get to meet him soon. We could do a double date or something, so it doesn’t take away too much of your precious alone time.”

Over another round of drinks, you made plans for a few Fridays from now, quietly hoping Joel wouldn’t mind.

Heading home, you longed to see Joel, but it was late, and he was spending time with Sarah. He went to great lengths to make sure his daughter did not feel left out or neglected while the two of you explored your relationship, setting aside time for just the two of them to hang out. You loved that about him and knew how important that quality time was for Sarah. Besides, you planned to head over there tomorrow to get a little quality time of your own ahead of the busy week ahead.

In the morning, you slept in and lazed around the house for a while, taking the opportunity to relax and ease into your day while your dad puttered around until mid-day. You hadn’t heard from Joel, but that didn’t bother you – he knew you planned to come over. Around one o’clock, you headed over to the Millers, picking up some pizza and beer on the way.  

Pulling up in front of the house, you found your usual spot in the driveway taken by your dad’s truck while Tommy’s truck blocked the remaining space. With a huff you parked along the curb. You would have ordered more pizza if you knew everyone would be here.

“Howdy boys,” you greeted as you walked in. “I come bearing pizza and beer, though I fear we’ll need lots more with this crew.”

Only one set of eyes turned away from the football game playing on TV as they all greet you in return. Getting up from his beloved corner spot on the couch, Joel took the pizza and beer from your hands and placed them on the coffee table before pulling you into the kitchen for a proper greeting.

“Hi darlin’, I’ve missed you,” Joel murmured, his voice already raspy from yelling at the TV. He pulled you close until your bodies were flush together and kissed you deeply. Like a magnet, your fingers threaded through his messy curls, tugging gently as he nibbled your bottom lip.

“Mmm, I missed you, too, handsome. Didn’t know you were having company.”

Joel flashed his big cow eyes at you, eyebrows pinched together regretfully. “’M sorry, baby. I didn’t know they were coming by to watch the game ‘til they got here. Apparently, my TV is the best, so here they are. Hope that’s ok. I’ll kick ‘em right the hell out if you want me to.”

The thought did cross your mind.

“Nah, enjoy the game with the boys. I’ll sit with you guys for a bit then hang with Sarah until they leave.” Still wrapped in each other’s arms, you nuzzled the tanned skin of Joel’s neck and he hummed.

“You gonna stay over?”

You shouldn’t, not on a school night – your first as a bona fide teacher – but you had so little time together. “Sure. Just don’t keep me up too late, Mister. Those kids are exhausting, and I need my energy for the first day.”

“Miller! Stop neckin’ with my daughter and get your ass out here!” your dad’s voice bellowed through the house, causing the two of you to spring apart.

“Jesus, Dad,” you sighed, pecking Joel on the lips one last time before following him out to the living room. When would the game be over?

Surprisingly, you enjoyed the time watching the game with everyone. Even Sarah came down to join you all at half-time, book in hand, and sat between you and Joel reading. It was a lovely afternoon and a lovelier night as Joel held you in his arms, whispering words of praise into your hair until you fell into a deep slumber.

Your first week of teaching passed in a blur. After a month of assisting the prior teacher before his official retirement, the students knew you and respected your authority, setting the stage for an overall lovely experience. You started off with earth science lessons and most of the kids were engaged and eager to learn. Of course, you had a few little challenges with difficult students testing their boundaries, but you felt good about the way you handled each situation.

You stayed later after the students were dismissed, using the time to organize the room to your liking and get the lesson plans in order. Sarah perched at one of the long wooden tables working on her homework while you completed your tasks. The pattern offered you and Sarah some quality time together and the young girl found great enjoyment in putting you on the spot, especially when her dad was the topic at hand.

“JB keeps telling dad he needs to marry you,” Sarah blurted randomly Friday afternoon. “Do you want to?”

Staring at her wide-eyed, unsure what to say, you merely shrugged. Why was everyone so focused on the two of you getting married? You only started dating a few months ago!

Tilting her head to the side with a little smirk, Sarah replied, “That’s not a ‘no’.”

She was getting to be as bad as your dad and Tommy.

“You could be my stepmom! I always wanted one since I didn’t get to have a regular mom.”

Despite Sarah’s cheerfulness at the idea, your heart ached for all the real mom-related experiences she didn’t get to have. You knew exactly how that felt. If marrying Joel wasn’t already something you hoped for in the future, it would be after hearing Sarah expressing her desire for a stepmom, for you as a stepmom.

Sarah kept talking, while you lost yourself in thought.

Would you be a good stepmom?

God, you hoped so.

You never had one, JB chose to never get too serious with anyone after your mom, but you heard enough horror stories from your friends about their own stepmoms through the years. It sounded like a thankless job. But all the people you knew with stepparents had both birth parents still in their lives, so maybe your experience would be different.

The late bell chimed, drawing you out of your ever-spiraling thoughts.

“Come on, nugget. Let’s get you home,” you said, pushing thoughts of marriage and step parenthood to the farthest recesses of your mind.

“If you’re not gonna marry my dad, could you at least move in with us? It would be so great if you lived with us!”

Jesus fucking Christ in a handbasket. This kid sure knew how to keep you on your toes.

Leaning over the bar top with hunched shoulders and an aching back, Joel picked at the label on the beer bottle. He didn’t often visit the bar after work, not since Sarah came into his life, but he finally had some extra money and felt like treating himself. You stopped letting him pay you months ago, when the two of you became more to each other than just babysitter and boss, and he stashed that money away each week, saving it for what he didn’t know.

At his side, Tommy carried on about some chick he met a few weeks ago. A pretty attorney who was way out of his league and already turned him down twice. Like a dog with a bone, Tommy showed no signs of giving up yet.

“You better be careful, brother. She may get a restraining order against you if you don’t take it easy,” Joel said, voice a rich rumble.

Tommy waved him off with a chortle. “Oh please. She’s loving it. Chicks like that like being pursued.”

“If you say so.” Joel didn’t know this woman or what she liked, but he knew for a fact that you would hate it if a guy relentlessly pursued you after turning him down, not once, but twice. He smiled at the thought of you kicking a guy like that in the fucking balls to prove that you were very much not interested.

He full on laughed at the thought of you kicking his little brother in the balls, causing Tommy to glance sideways at him.

“What’s so funny, huh?”

“Nothin’,” Joel grumbled, clearing his throat. Thoughts of you continued to invade his mind, just like they always did. You were always on his mind, and he loved it. If only you were always in his bed… Joel cleared his throat. “Hey, uh. How do you know if it’s too early to ask a girl to move in?”

Tommy groaned. “Why you always askin’ me this shit? How am I supposed to know? I have less actual relationship experience than you do.”

“Who else am I supposed to ask, huh? JB? Don’t imagine that’d go over too well,” Joel replied with a defeated shrug, but Tommy conceded the point.

“You need more friends, man.” Clearing his throat, Tommy gave it a moment’s thought. “Well, the way I see it, you love her, and she loves you, everyone knows it, and JB and Sarah are both happy for the two of you. Moving in together seems like the logical next step, right?”

Joel nodded, still uncertain.

“Only the two of you can know if the pace is right. Seems to me like you both waited long enough for the right one to come along. You’ve both been through some shit, why waste any more time?”

Damn, when did his little brother become so insightful?

“Alright, I get your point. Do you think she’ll say yes if I ask?” As secure as he was in your love for each other, Joel still floundered a bit at each new step in the relationship department.

“I dunno, brother. You’re just gonna have to grow a pair and find out.”

“Fuckin’ grow a pair,” Joel grumbled, punching Tommy in the arm, hard.

The pair bickered through another round, like brothers do, before calling it an evening. Eager to see you and Sarah, Joel didn’t want to waste away the evening in the bar with Tommy. As they walked out to their trucks, Tommy stopped Joel with a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen, brother. In all seriousness, I think she’ll say yes, so just ask, ok?”

Joel nodded his thanks and confirmed plans for watching the game at his place on Sunday, before climbing into his truck. The trip home didn’t take long, and for that Joel was grateful. His back ached after a busy week of hard labor followed by an hour sitting hunched over the bar. He’d kill for a massage.

The house was quiet when he walked in, no sign of you or Sarah on the ground floor. Kicking off his work boots and dropping the truck keys onto the hook near the door, Joel slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Light flooded into the hall from Sarah’s bedroom, the sound of giggles and low voices echoing in the air. He moved slowly, quietly, until he could just peek around the door jamb. You sat on Sarah’s bed, the little girl perched in front of you, as you braided her wiry curls.

The sight melted Joel’s insides into a gooey puddle.

This. This was exactly what he wanted to come home to everyday.

He had to ask you to move in.

Just as he straightened up with a silent groan, ready to enter the room, Sarah’s sweet little voice left him frozen in place.

“I think you’d make the best stepmom.”

“This again,” you griped playfully. “You do, huh? Why?”

Was this something Sarah brought up before? Joel held his breath, waiting for Sarah’s response.

“Because you love my dad and you love me, you’re always kind even when things go wrong, you’re smart, and you like spending time with me. But most of all, because you do the things a mom does even though you’re not my mom and you don’t have to.”

He caught your gasp even though you tried to hide it from Sarah. You were as affected by Sarah’s heartfelt, innocent confession as he was. His adorable, sweet little girl knew you’d make a great stepmom and he agreed with all her reasons. If possible, he fell further in love with you in that moment after seeing you through his daughter’s eyes.

“Well, you’re right, nugget. I do love you and your dad, and I hope that one day, when the time is right, I can be your stepmom. Until then, we’ll just keep doing what we’re doing, ok? I’ll still love you to pieces even without the official title.”

You choked out the words, on the verge of tears, and Joel felt his own eyes begin to water. Unable to bear it any longer, he swept through the doorway and pulled you both against his chest in a big bear hug. His precious girls. He loved you both more than words could express.

“Daddy! You’re squeezing too tight! Imma burst!” Sarah shrieked with laughter as he tossed her onto the bed and began tickling her with one hand, his other still holding your close.

“Did you…” Your eyes searched his, a hint of worry hiding in their depths, and Joel grinned, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I heard it all,” Joel confirmed, confidence bolstered knowing you wanted to marry him at some point. Conveying every feeling held in his heart through his eyes, he added, “Move in with us. Please.”

Your eyes flicked back and forth between his, searching for confirmation. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, darlin’.”

The three of you celebrated with ice cream after you agreed to move in with them before putting Sarah to bed. By then, Joel’s back ached something fierce and you offered to use the message gun he forgot he had.

“Lay face down on the bed, my love,” you directed, watching with adoration as he tugged the shirt over his head, jeans hanging low on his hips. The muscles rippled in his arms and back as he settled on the soft mattress. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Joel murmured, huffing when you climbed over him to straddle his ass.

Turning on the massage gun, you put it on the middle setting and pressed the ball against the flesh of his traps. Even through the device, you could feel how tight those muscles were. It must be where he held his tension. Over the next half hour, you worked the massager over his back, soaking in the grunts that bordered on pain and relief. Somewhere along the way, the groans turned pleasurable, and Joel rolled onto his back, leaving you to straddle his thighs as the bulge in his jeans grew.

Joel’s hands moved to undo the button on his jeans, but you batted his hand away with a mischievous grin. With wide, wondrous eyes, he watched you adjust the setting on the massager and run it along the seam of his pants.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, cock twitching with interest at the vibration. “Don’t stop.”

Hands gripping your hips, he bucked up into the delightful buzz of the massager, a steady stream of moans falling from his lips as the vibrations spread from his balls upwards to the head of his cock. Fuck, if it felt that good through his jeans, how good would it feel directly on his cock?

“Do you want me to increase the speed setting?” you purred, pressing the massager harder against him.

“Oh God, fuck. Yes… ungh. Please.” The words fell from his lips in a series of whimpers as you adjusted the settings. Within moments, he moaned a bit too loudly and came in his pants. You didn’t let up on the pressure though, the vibration drawing out his orgasm until every last drop of his load was blown and his body nearly convulsed with the overstimulation.

Chest heaving, he watched you switch off the massager and run your fingers along the large wet spot on his jeans, his cock twitching tiredly in response.

“That was fucking sexy,” you murmured, enthralled with the mess you just made of him.

“Yeah? Lemme see that thing. Think it’s my turn now, pretty girl.”

Tbc

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ʚ Chapter 1 ɞ

❥ Summary: Aizawa meets an unusual villain. He makes it his mission to catch her.

❥ CW: fem reader x Aizawa Shouta, villain!reader, dark content, violence, body mutilation, gore, mentions of child and sexual abuse, revenge, smut, degredation, rough sex, noncon/rape, choking, spitting, biting, probably more so proceed with caution

❥ A/N: this fic is based off of an idea I developed YEARS ago but deleted and never finished. I've decided to try again and go back to it :) i hope this reaches the right crowd and you're able to enjoy!!

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The night is chill, a breeze blowing through Aizawa’s hair. He should’ve worn his heavier outfit tonight, but it’s too late now. You can’t just pause once you’ve started to patrol.

It’s been slow so far tonight, which is probably for the best. Less criminals, less crime, people can sleep safely and comfortably.

He glances at his phone and sighs. It’s only been an hour. He sips the last of his jelly pouch, crumbling the plastic in his hand. He gets up with a grunt, attaching his binding cloth to a nearby pole before jumping down to the ground from where he was perched on a building. He finds a trash can to discard his waste and huffs, kicking his feet over the ground. He trudges down the alley, wondering where he should monitor next when he hears a soft voice in the distance. He’s tempted to ignore it, but something starts itching at the back of his brain.

Huh.

Aizawa decides to follow the sound, moving through the alleyways before he locates the source. He peeks around the corner, humming when he sees a couple pressed against the wall.

Young love, he thinks, turning to leave.

But then, that voice grows louder, and the itch turns into a burning sensation.

He blinks, looking back around the corner to look at the two people again. It’s a man and a woman. The woman seems to have cornered the man against the wall and is singing to him. To anyone walking by, it would just look like two lovers spending a special moment together.

But that burn keeps growing by the minute, and Aizawa is uneasy.

He walks out into the alley, revealing himself, but they haven’t noticed him yet. His steps are silent as he approaches them, watching, observing. The song she’s singing sounds sweet, lovely, but it’s making Aizawa feel sick. Was this a quirk? He wasn’t sure.

To be safe, he stops, activating his quirk as he stares at the woman.

And the singing stops. She frowns, furrowing her brow and reaching for her throat. She opens her mouth again but nothing comes out.

“The fuck?” she asks, stepping back, pawing at her neck.

“What are you doing?”

She jumps, letting out a squeak. She turns swiftly to see Aizawa, her eyes wide.

“Holy shit! You scared me!” She places a hand over her heart, the other resting on her hip. “You can’t just sneak up on a little lady like that. It’s rude.”

“What are you doing?” he asks, more firmly this time as he deactivates his quirk, hair falling. She blinks.

“Nothing,” she insists. “I’m not doing anything.”

“You have a voice quirk.” Aizawa takes a step forward. “What were you using it for?”

“I’m sorry,” she says, slipping her hands into her coat pockets, “but I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

The man beside her groans, reaching for his head.

“The fuck happened?” he grumbles, both hands holding his head. “Did I drink too much?”

“It’s fine, honey,” the woman replies. “We just got a peeping tom over here who interrupted us. Are you ready to go home?”

“Hold on a minute,” Aizawa interjects, stepping closer. “Sir, are you alright? Do you know this woman?”

The man looks up at her, eyes squinting.

“...No… I don’t…”

Aizawa grunts, suddenly beside them, crowding their space.

“I’d like to take you two in for questioning.”

“Woah woah woah! Questioning? What are you questioning me for? What exactly did I do wrong?”

“I don’t know what you were planning to do, but you were using your quirk on this man and he doesn’t know you.”

“He’s my boyfriend! He likes it when I use my quirk and make him forget we’re dating! He’s got this weird fetish to fuck random women and I don’t want him to do that so we use my quirk to make him forget me for a lil bit and then we fuck!”

“I don’t believe you.” She throws her head back and groans. Aizawa holds up his hand. “You can either cooperate and come with me or I’ll have to take you in by force.”

“What are you, some sort of hero? Or are you a cop?”

“I’m a hero.”

“Prove it.”

He arches his brow, but reaches into his pocket, pulling out his hero’s license. He shows it to her, her eyes squinting as she leans forward to look at it.

“Could be a fake,” she says as she straightens out. “What kind of hero name is ‘Eraserhead’?”

“Ma’am, if you do not cooperate, I’m going to have to restrain you.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but ends up sighing loudly instead.

“Fine. Just let me call my mom real quick and let her know I won’t be home tonight.”

“You can do that at the station.”

“Just do me a favor and let me do it now? She gets really worried.”

Aizawa jaw loosens and he sighs.

“Fine. But make it quick.”

She smirks.

“No problem, handsome.”

The next few events happen within mere seconds. The woman pulls something from her pocket, some kind of cylinder, and brings her opposite hand towards it. There’s a pin that she grabs onto and, before Aizawa can react, she pulls it. The cylinder begins releasing smoke rapidly, in a large quantity. He’s about to dart toward her, but she throws the smoke grenade at him. He tries to duck, but it ends up hitting him in the face, making him stumble back. He hears her heels clicking away when he darts from the cloud of smoke, looking around.

She was gone.

“What the hell?” he whispers, the smoke billowing around him.

The second time he sees her is about a week later. She’s walking with a man who is clearly drunk, holding onto her for purchase, still staggering. Aizawa drops to the road and follows them quietly.

“Where we goin, baby?”

She giggles, and it’s disgustingly cute.

“Back to my place, honey. Or would you rather get a hotel?”

The man laughs, loud and hearty.

“I’d rather fuck you right here, sugar.”

“Ooo, naughty boy! I like it. C’mere.”

She pulls him down a side alley and Aizawa follows. He watches her push him against a wall, her voice rising in a sweet song. Aizawa feels that ugly fuzzy feeling in his head again, but he just watches for now, trying to gather evidence.

The man was disoriented before, but it seems worse after she starts singing. His drunken smile seems to fade, his expression blank as she continues her tune.

He wants to keep watching, to understand her quirk better, but then he sees the knife she pulls from her pocket.

He deploys his capture weapon, grabbing the wrist holding the knife and pulling it towards him, almost knocking her off her feet.

“Hey!” she cries, the knife clattering to the ground. She looks up and groans, rolling her eyes. “You again? The fuck do you want?”

“I want you to stop luring men with your quirk and robbing them.”

She barks out a laugh.

“What?! Robbing them? You think I’m robbing these fuckers? Oh my god, you’re so dumb—”

“Hey!” He pulls the scarf, causing her to stumble. “Quit being a brat. I don’t care what your motive is: you’re using your quirk in an unlawful manner, and I’m taking you to jail.” She groans and rolls her eyes again.

“This is so stupid. You can’t charge me with anything.”

“I’m sure I can charge you with other crimes you’ve committed.” His capture weapon extends, wrapping around her torso tightly, making her squeak.

“Hey! Is this some kind of sex toy? I didn’t consent to this.”

“Funny. I’m sure other men felt the same way when you used your quirk on them.”

He ties the capture weapon to a nearby pipe, walking around her as she struggles. He goes to the drunk man who is swaying against the wall.

“Are you alright, sir?” he asks, touching the man’s shoulder.

The man groans, wobbling.

“Urrgh…” He keels over and vomits. Aizawa steps back, but his pants and boots were already caught in the crossfire. He sighs exasperatedly, patting the man’s back tiredly as he continues to throw up.

“There, there,” he consoles half-heartedly, letting the man empty his stomach onto the concrete.

When he’s done, he almost falls forward into his own vomit. He would have if Aizawa had not caught him and guided him to the ground a few feet away. He sighs when the man is on the ground, looking over his soiled clothing. He reaches into his back pocket and grabs his phone, typing in a number.

As the phone rings, he looks back at the woman, his eyes widening.

She wasn’t there.

He hangs up the phone, rushing to where his capture scarf lay on the ground, still attached to the pipe. He picked it up, looking it over. There didn’t seem to be any damage; it’s not like she had cut herself free.

“What the fuck?” he whispered, looking around the alleyway. No sign of her.

Fuck.

Aizawa decides to do some research.

He logs in to the villain database, searching key words. Female. Male victims. Hypnosis. Singing. The search is arduous, Aizawa having to comb through multiple villain accounts, but one stands out.

The Siren

Sex: Likely female

Age: Unknown

Height: Unknown

Weight: Unknown

Blood Type: Unknown

Quirk: Unknown

Description: ‘The Siren’ is likely to be a female villain who attacks her victims using hypnosis. There are reports of a woman singing prior to most if not all the crimes corresponding with these attacks. ‘The Siren’ does not discriminate based on age or looks, although her victims are almost all male.

Aizawa went into the pictures attached to her file, cringing at the site.

‘The Siren’ mutilates all her victims genitalia. Some victims are also found with their hands cut off or their eyes taken out. One victim was found without his tongue.

He scrolls through photos of castrated men, some of them healed, a lot of them not. There were a couple of men without hands or eyes, also healed, and, just as the description said, one without a tongue.

Authorities believe that she may be working with another villain to heal the wounds she causes. It is believed that they are working in tandem to torture their victims while keeping them alive.

He felt his stomach churn, so he stopped reading, closing the tabs. He’d seen crimes just as bad if not worse on the news, but it felt different when he was so close to the perpetrator, when they were within his reach, able to hurt him in the same way.

A chill runs over him.

“You okay, Aizawa?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Mic. Just thinking.” Present Mic hums.

“You wanna go get lunch? I’ll buy.”

He thinks about her, about the last two encounters.

“Sure.”

She becomes his white whale. Everywhere he goes, he’s searching for her face, her body, her voice. He patrols around bars and partying districts, places where it’s easy to find a victim.

He finds her again by herself, smoking a cigarette.

“Oh! Look who it is. It’s the guy with a little crush on me.”

“You’re going to jail whether you like it or not, Siren.”

“’Siren’?” she asks, tilting her head. “Oh, wait, you’re talking about the name the news gave me. I mean, it’s kind of a cliché, but I guess it suits me.”

“How did you get out before?” he asks, his capture weapon floating.

“It’s a capture weapon with a steel wire allow and carbon nanofibers, right?”

He blinks.

“How did you know that?”

“Despite your desire to be underground, your record is still public.”

“That doesn’t explain how you got out of it.”

She sighs, taking a puff of her cigarette and blowing out the smoke.

“It’s made of metal, right? And the way you make it move is by concentrating the electricity of your body into your hands so that you can manipulate the metal and make it move. You break that electrical current, you essentially stop it from being able to move the way you want, because there’s nothing stimulating it.”

Aizawa blinks again. Is that how his capture weapon worked? He never thought of the specifics; he just spent years learning it on his own. How did this woman know how it worked?

“How did you learn all of this?”

“Like I said: you’re public record. All it takes is a little research.”

He stares at her, then shakes his head, bringing himself back to the present.

“Enough. This is a waste of time. I’m taking you in, whether you like it or not.”

“And how are you gonna do that?”

“Like this.” He deploys the capture weapon again, wrapping it around her torso. She sighs, rolling her eyes.

“I thought we just went over this.” She grabbed the end of the capture weapon, manipulating it so that it wrapped in between her fingers. She held the scarf loosely before her fingers tightened, the portion of the scarf wrapped around her falling down her body.

“Wha—”

“Like I said,” she stepped out of the scarf, finally releasing it from her hand, “it just takes a little research.”

“This—That doesn’t matter. I don’t need a weapon to capture you.” He retracts his scarf and takes a defensive stance. She scoffs, dropping her cigarette and stomping it out with the toe of her heel.

“And how do you figure you’re gonna do that?” She steps towards him. “You’re not made for close combat. You may be able to erase my quirk, but we’ve already established that I can get away without it.” She tilts her head, smirking. “Shall I show you what other tricks I have up my sleeve? Or are you gonna be a good boy and let me go?”

She takes another step and he twitches. She notices, giggling.

“Are you scared of me?” she asks, growing ever closer. “I’m sure you’ve seen the police photos by now. You’ve seen what I’ve done. Imagine what damage I could do to you if I took away your eye sight.”

“I won’t let you get that far.”

“We’ll see.” He steps off with his back foot, leaping forward.

He should’ve known better than to charge at her.

She pulls something from her pocket, and suddenly his vision turns black.

He stumbles, wiping at his goggles, smearing the spray paint. While he struggles, he feels a weight hit his crotch, knocking him to his hands and knees. He tries to get up, but a foot lands on his back, pushing him down.

“I’ll be honest, Aizawa: I expected better.”

“H-How did you—”

“Public. Record. You need to listen, Eraserhead.”

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself as the pain subsides, preparing to turn the tables.

“Look. I don’t wanna fight you. I admire you, even. Your quirk is fascinating to me.” Her heel digs into the back of his neck, stabbing him. “But I can’t have you getting in my way. So I suggest you stay down and let me go about my business.”

“I can’t do that,” he grunts between gritted teeth.

“You can’t see me right now.” Her voice turns higher, sing-songy. “I could easily make you forget all this. Or make you throw up. Or give you explosive diarrhea that keeps you from chasing me.”

“I… thought your quirk was hypnosis.”

“It’s so much more than that.” Her voice lowers. “You couldn’t even dream of the shit I could do.”

He grabs the ankle above him, pulling it and making her yell, her body off balance and tumbling down. He pulls up his goggles to activate his quirk, but he’s met with a black spray.

“Fuck!” he growls, releasing her and rubbing at his eyes furiously. He hears her shoes fading quickly and he curses, wiping his eyes.

“Shit. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” He slams a fist onto the ground, groaning. “You fucking idiot!”

“You’re done for, Siren.”

“Eraser! I’m so glad you could make it.” There’s a man collapsed on the ground beside her, still alive, he thinks. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“About our relationship! You see, I’m an old-fashioned type of girl. I like to be wined-and-dined, I like flowers and chocolates, and, I gotta be honest, you haven’t been living up to my expectations. We might have to end this if you keep things going like this.”

“Is this some sort of game to you?” She shrugs, holding up her hand and pinching her index and thumb together.

“A little.”

“You’re insufferable. Get away from him.”

“I mean, I could, but what would be the fun in that? It’s so much more fun to hold someone hostage while I chat with you.”

“To hell with this.”

He deploys his capture weapon and she moves aside, but he wasn’t aiming for her. He grabs the man and hurls him towards his own body, catching him and laying him down on the ground. He checks for a pulse and sighs when he finds it still beating. He looks at the woman, scowling when he sees her pouting adorably.

“Aw, boo! I wanted to have some more time with you.”

“Listen, Siren.” Aizawa takes a step towards her. “You don’t have to do this. I don’t know exactly what your quirk is, but you don’t have to be a villain. I’m sure your quirk could be very helpful to many people.”

“Villain?! You think I’m a villain?!”

“You’re attacking innocent men and mutilating them. What else would you be?” She scoffs.

“Wow. ‘Innocent’: is that what they call it nowadays? Gee, I didn’t know that raping children was an innocent thing to do. My bad!”

Aizawa furrows his brow.

“Raping… what are you talking about?” She points to the man behind him.

“’Mino Saburo’, a 34-year-old man with a seduction quirk and a preference for little boys. Guess who he’s been using his quirk on?”

Aizawa blinks, looking at the man behind him.

“You…”

“I suggest you check the criminal records of all of the ‘victims’ that have crossed my path.”

He’s still staring at the man, watching him stir and groan, reaching for his head. His mind is spinning, but when he finally comes back to Earth, he looks back at her.

And she’s gone.

Aizawa finds the records again, looking into each victim of ‘The Siren’.

The first man to ever be associated with her crimes was a serial rapist. Despite multiple women’s accounts, video and DNA evidence, he got off scot-free. The second and third had only been charged for rape once, but neither did jail time. The next one was accused of sexually abusing children for years, and the next sold home-made child porn.

Each man that she had mutilated was a registered sex offender. No wonder she was able to find them so easily.

Aizawa sighed, running a hand over his face, tugging down his lower lids as he stared at the computer screen.

“Whatcha doin?” Mic asked, glancing over at his screen.

“Nothing,” Aizawa responds, clicking out of everything. “Just some research.”

“I understand what you’re trying to do,” he says when he finds her with another man, “but this isn’t the way to do it.”

“Says who?” she sneers, kicking the unconscious man below her in the stomach.

“Says the law. There’s a legal process that needs to be followed. They need to be properly charged and put in jail.”

“They need to be punished,” she snarls, glaring at him. “They need to be unable to cause harm ever again.”

“That’s why you castrate them,” he mutters, scratching his stubble. “That’s why you cut off their hands and gouge out their eyes.”

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner!”

“And the one with the tongue?”

She scoffs, looking off into the distance.

“I knew he’d still say deplorable things even if he couldn’t act on them, so I took away his power to do that.”

A silence overcomes them. Aizawa twists his mouth.

“I… I don’t disagree with what you’re doing, but I don’t agree with your methods.”

She bark out a laugh.

“That’s rich coming from you.”

“What?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t you remember what I told you?”

He thinks, his mouth turning flat.

“Public record. You know I was a vigilante.”

“Bingo.”

He sighs.

“That was in the past. My morals have changed. I don’t feel the same.”

“Doesn’t matter. You have no right to judge me when you did the same shit.” She looks down at the man. “It’s only natural for the public to take action when the police and pro heroes do nothing”

“They’re not doing nothing. They’re just… limited.”

“Exactly.” She points at herself with her thumb. “But I’m not. I don’t have to follow any dumb rules because I’m not a hero or a cop. I can do whatever I want.”

“You can’t.” He walks towards her slowly. “There’s laws for a reason. You can’t just harm a stranger and torture them—”

“You don’t get it.” She rubs a hand over her face. “You’re a man. You benefit from the system in place. When was the last time you had to suffer because of your sex or gender?”

“Look.” He holds up his hands. “I don’t want to fight you, but I can’t let you continue doing this.” He slowly extends his hand to her. “You need to turn yourself in.”

She looks at him, then his hand and sighs. She reaches for him, withdrawing her hand before extending it again to place it in his. Her hand was smaller, softer, more delicate. He wrapped his hand around hers, giving her a gentle smile.

“I know this is hard, but you won’t regret it.”

“Yeah…” she says with a sigh, looking up at him with doe eyes. “But I might regret this.”

“Wha—”

Her opposite hand escapes her pocket and jams something into his side. At first he worries it was a knife, but the following electrical current tells him all he needs to know. His body stiffens, jolting with electricity. The tazer turns off and he lets her go, falling to the ground.

“I’m sorry, Aizawa,” he barely hears her say, “but I need to do what’s right for me.”

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid.

Aizawa’s leg is jumping as he grades paperwork. He can’t concentrate. He marks an answer as ‘incorrect’ with a red marker, making a small note on the side of the paper.

So fucking stupid.

He skims through the multiple choice answers, almost missing an incorrect one. He goes back to mark it as ‘wrong’.

What kind of hero are you?

He ran a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing.

What kind of hero lets a villain go so many times?

No, he wasn’t ‘letting her go’. She was escaping. It was different.

To-may-to, to-mah-to. The point stills stands. She keeps getting away. Are you even trying to catch her at this point?

He leans back in his chair and stretches, hearing his body crack in multiple places. God, he was getting old.

Maybe you need a break.

He grunts at the thought, relaxing in his seat. Maybe he did. Maybe he needed a short vacation. He had plenty of PTO; he could easily take some time off to settle his mind.

Maybe you just need to cum.

He thinks about it for a moment, about jacking off, then decides against it. No, he’d rather do something useful with his time, like patrol.

He gets up from his seat and changes into his hero outfit.

It’s warming up. The air is humid, thick. Aizawa feels like he’s sweating through his shirt.

He jumps from building to building, settling on one outside of a bar. This would be a good place to start. He crouches down on the edge and waits.

Laughter comes from outside the bar and trails towards a neighboring alley. Two voices, high and feminine, ring into the night. He ignores them for the most part, but one of the voices sounds achingly familiar.

He walks towards the edge of the building, glancing over, listening in.

“Do you have PTO next week?” one asks.

“Yeah,” replies the other, the familiar one. “Gonna have a stay-cation.”

“Lucky. Wish I could go on vacation.”

“You’d be able to if you hadn’t used your PTO up already, Momo.”

“I can’t help it! I like my time off.”

The two women laugh. Aizawa looks down at them, recognizing her hair, her fingers holding a cigarette.

“Have you and Daichi gone on vacation yet?”

“No. I want it to be special, when we can finally be intimate.”

“Don’t force yourself. You have every right to be cautious with him after Kenshin.”

“I know, I just… you know, everyone says that men are physical creatures, and I feel like I’m letting him down by not having sex with him—”

“Stop,” he hears her say firmly. “Don’t you dare do that. You shouldn’t put yourself in that position if you’re not comfortable with it yet.”

“I just… I wish I could get past it. It’s been two years.”

“Doesn’t matter. It could’ve happened thirty years ago and still affect you the same. You can’t put a timeline on recovery.”

Aizawa sits down beside the ledge, listening still.

“Y/N…” says the other woman. “You know your paper on temporary memory loss with the use of concentrated—”

“I know where you’re going with this and the answer is no.”

“I don’ want to use it for sex, I promise! I just… I wanna forget myself for a bit and forget what happened…”

“Momo, you know I only use my quirk for research purposes.”

“Then think of it as extended research! Come on, I know you’ve been trying to target specific memories lately. Practice on me.”

“It’s unethical.”

“Says the woman who is constantly experimenting on herself.”

The woman sighs loudly.

“I don’t want to hurt you on accident.”

“You have my full consent to at least try. I’ll accept the consequences.”

“I…” There’s a long pause. “I don’t know if I should.”

“Fucking hell. Forget it.”

“Momo—”

“It’s whatever. I’m just gonna go home and drink until I black out.”

“Stop trying to make me feel bad—”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

Footsteps trail away and the woman sighs again. Aizawa peeks over the edge, seeing her leaning against the wall, kicking her foot over the concrete, staring at the ground. He sees her bring the cigarette to her mouth before dropping it, crushing it with her shoe. She sighs again, looks at her watch before suddenly looking up.

Shit! he thinks as he ducks back behind the edge. Fuck, she spotted him. He was too careless, so fucking stupid, he—

He hears a whistling tone, and it feels like a bolt of electricity has run through his body. His skin is on fire, his brain fogging, and he realizes that blood is rushing to his dick.

“I know you’re there, Eraser,” he hears her coo. “Why don’t you come on down and we can have a little fun?”

He’s bolting in the opposite direction without processing it. He leaps from building to building, going down a few blocks before he stops, his heart racing, chest heaving.

He looks down, huffing when he sees a tent in his pants.

“Fucking cunt,” he growls, straightening out and taking deep breaths, letting them out slow. His heart rate decreases, and the tent eventually goes down, but he’s left with dry mouth and uncouth thoughts about a certain villain.

It’s just her quirk, he tries to convince himself. It’s just because of her quirk.

“Did you miss me, Aizawa?”

He’s dreaming. He knows he’s dreaming. The roads are wobbly and the sun may be out but the world is still dark.

“Because I certainly missed you.”

Hands are on his chest, lips on his, soft, sweet. He opens his mouth for a better taste of her, tongues sliding, slick and wet. Her hands trail down his abdomen and start unzipping his pants.

“You should touch me,” she says, no, pleads. So, he does. He palms at her breasts and waist, pulling her hips against his. He’s anxious, hungry. He wants a taste.

“Your hands feel good,” she moans, pulling his hair. “I want you to be rougher.”

She’s naked now. How did her clothes get off so quick? It doesn’t matter, because her legs are spread wide and she’s soaked. He slides in so easily, moaning.

“Fuck me,” she begs. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

“I do hate you,” he responds, thrusting hard. “I fucking hate you.”

“You wish you hated me.” She grabs his face, pulling him close. “If you hated me, you wouldn’t keep letting me go.”

Aizawa wakes with a gasp, eyes widening, searching the ceiling. He’s hot; his sheets are sweaty.

His cock is hard.

He pulls his pillow out from under him, puts it over his face, and screams.

Aizawa makes a plan.

A rubber based suit, new tinted goggles, a small fan attached to his utility belt. He was ready; he was prepared.

He was going to catch her this time.

He’s ruthless on patrol. Every villain that crosses his path is restrained with zip-ties and left for the cops to find. He’s furious; he’s ready to fight.

He’s ready to kill.

She’s right where he thought she’d be, in an alley outside of a bar, smoking a cigarette. He activates his quirk before he approaches her.

When she sees him, she smirks.

“Hey, handsome. I was wondering when you were gonna show up.”

“I’m taking you in,” he says sternly.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve said that, like, every time we’ve met.” Her smile turns flirtatious. “Well, you didn’t the last time.”

“Fuck you.” She flicks the ash from her cigarette.

“You wish.”

His capture weapon deploys, and she darts away from it. She’s running in the opposite direction, and he starts to chase after her.

She throws something back at him and it clatters to the ground. It produces a loud bang and a flash of light, but his new goggles dim the attack, so the harsh gleam has no effect on him. He passes it and keeps running after her, ignoring the ringing in his ears.

She tosses something else into a puddle she runs through. He sees a bolt of electricity spark from the object and fly across the puddle. He leaps over the puddle, landing past it and continuing on after her.

He finds her at a dead end, smirking when she glances over the wall before turning to him.

“It’s over,” he snarls.

“It ain’t over until I’m dead!”

He deploys his capture weapon and she grabs it as it’s about to wrap around her wrist. She twists it between her fingers and it goes limp in his grasp. He growls and pulls the scarf back, peeling it off of him and dropping it to the floor. He watches her pull something from her pocket, smirking when he sees her release a switchblade. He lifts his hand, motioning her towards him.

“Nuh-uh,” she shakes her head, returning his wicked grin. “You first.”

“So be it.”

He charges at her, ducking when she stabs ahead of her. He grabs her by the lower half, tackling her to the ground. She yelps, hitting the concrete with an ‘oof’. She grunts, lifting the hand with the knife and bringing it down, but he grasps her wrist, climbing over her. He pins her wrist to the ground, twisting it to the point of making her cry out, releasing the switchblade. He grabs it with his opposite hand, tossing it behind him, hearing it clatter against the floor.

“Fucker!” she snarls, clawing at the hand pinning her wrist. He grabs her free wrist, pinning that one as well on the other side of her head. She struggles, squirming beneath his hold, whining angrily.

“Give up,” he says. She glares, opening her mouth. The most she gets out is a squeak, his quirk activating and stopping hers. She growls, struggling more, one of her wrists slipping free. She uses that hand to claw at his cheek, making him hiss. He grabs her wrist again and pins it once more.

“Give up.”

She spits at him, her saliva hitting his goggles. He huffs, glaring at her.

“Fuck you!” she barks.

She’s breathing heavy, her chest heaving as she glares at him. He blinks, reactivating his quirk when he reopens his eyes, not giving her any chances. She’s panting, nostrils flaring, but she rests her head back to the concrete slowly. He keeps her there, watching her breathing start to slow. He blinks again, reactivating his quirk.

“Are you done?” he asks, unamused. He stares at her, his eyes burning when suddenly he sees a glimmer slide down her temple. “Are… are you crying?”

“Shut up,” she fumes, looking up past him. He sighs, bringing her wrists together in one of his hands, reaching into his utility belt.

“I understand you’re upset,” he mutters, “but one day you’ll realize that this is for the best.”

“For who?” she snaps, eyes boring into him. “For you? You and your cronies? I’m sure you’ll feel real proud bragging about this to all your hero friends.”

“I don’t brag about apprehending criminals.”

“What do you even get out of this?” she scowls. “What good are you doing?”

He pulls out a zip-tie, wrapping it around her wrists.

“I’m taking a criminal off the streets.”

“Do you know how many people have spoken out about these crimes? How many women?” He pauses, glancing up at her. “Have you even read the testimonies of the victims? Have you seen the joy on their faces when their abuser finally gets what they deserve?”

He tightens the zip-tie around her wrists, letting her bring her hands towards her chest.

“You act like you’re God’s gift to the Earth,” Aizawa grumbles. She scoffs.

“I’m certainly doing more than you.”

He huffs, shaking his head.

“Anything else you want to tell me before I take you to the station?”

“Yeah.” She smirks. “Go fuck yourself.”

Before he can curse back at her, she grabs his shirt, pulling him down quick and slamming her forehead into him.

“Fuck!” he swears, grabbing her face with his hand and slamming her head down to the concrete. She grunts, groaning weakly. “You bitch!” he growls, pulling his now broken goggles down to his neck, gently touching his nose and hissing, pulling it back to see blood. “You fucking cunt!”

She starts laughing, wildly, maniacally. She sounds like a fucking lunatic, and the noise is irritating him.

“Shut up!” he snarls, wrapping his hands around her neck, squeezing tight. “Shut up shut up shut up!”

She’s still laughing, wheezing. Her hands find his wrists but, instead of trying to pull him away like he thought she would, she pushes his hands further into her neck.

“Do it,” she chokes, her voice squeaking under the pressure. “Kill me. I’d rather die like this than be hanged for my crimes.”

The blood running from his nose is dripping down onto her smiling face. The sight gives him the creeps.

“You’re fucking insane.”

“Fucking do it already!”

He growls, squeezing harder before blinking, releasing her. She coughs harshly, hacking as he stares down at her, panting.

“Fucking pussy,” she heaves, turning her head to spit across the ground.

“I hate you,” he hisses.

“Sure you do.” She grins at him, her eyes welled with tears. “That’s why you’re fucking hard.”

He blinks, looking down to see a tent in his pants.

Fuck.

“You want some help with that?” He glares at her.

“What?”

“Your boner. Do you want some help with your boner?”

“The fuck is wrong with you?” She shrugs.

“I think you’re hot. What’s so wrong with a woman knowing what she wants?”

He scoffs, but his cheeks are burning. She winces when more of the blood from his nose drips down onto her mouth. He wipes his nose with his sleeve as she licks the blood from her lips, smiling to show her stained teeth.

“You’re psychotic.”

“You like it.”

He gasps when her knee bends and brushes against his crotch.

“Come on. Don’t you wanna have a little fun before you take me to jail?”

His hand grabs her throat again, a warning, but she just giggles cutely, the way she does with the predators she seduces. He hates how it makes his cock twitch.

“You’re revolting.”

“Sure, got it. Are you gonna kiss me or not?”

His eyes dart across her face as he thinks. His mind is swirling fast, thoughts unable to stand still to be analyzed.

This is a bad idea. Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it—

He leans down and presses his lips to hers firmly, sighing when she moans against him. He feels her tongue glide along his lips, so he opens for her, a bit too easily. He can taste his blood on her tongue, can feel it slipping from his nose and smearing on her cheek. He doesn’t think he cares.

“Touch me,” she mumbles against his mouth. His hand finds her breast, the other one staying on her neck as he palms at her flesh. She moans louder, breathier. He bites at her lip with a groan and she squeaks, giggling.

“Fucking whore,” he grits through his teeth, releasing her to grab her blouse and rip it open. A few buttons go flying, but he doesn’t care. He’s hungry as he tugs her bra up, releasing her tits. Her nipples harden when they meet the cool air. He grabs her breasts with both hands, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples between his thumb and the side of his palm. She whines, throwing her head back, eyes squeezed shut and lip in between her teeth.

“Such a slut,” he grumbles, one of his hands letting go of her breast and trailing up her leg, lifting her skirt. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Of course I am,” she moans, peeking her eyes open to look at him. “This is what I’ve wanted.”

“For how long?” he asks, reaching her hip, realizing that she’s not wearing underwear.

“Shit—I don’t know. Since we met? Maybe when I first saw your profile in the public hero database. I thought you were cute before, but I got really excited when I learned more about you.”

His hand slides to her mound, squeezing the soft, naked flesh there, making her keen.

“Why?”

“Jesus, what’s not to like about you? Your quirk, your looks. You’re just so cool, Aizawa.”

He scoffs.

“Are you a fangirl now?” She whines, squirming.

“Just touch me already!”

He huffs, dipping his middle finger in between her folds, brushing over her clit, making her gasp. He rubs it in slow circles, ducking down to her entrance to collect her slick.

“Jesus. You’re so wet already.”

“I don’t need you narrating this.” She grabs his shirt, pulling his face down towards hers. “Just touch me.”

His lip twitches and he moves his finger back to her clit, rubbing it in quick circles. Her mouth falls open, her eyelids fluttering.

“Kiss me,” she demands, no, begs. He can feel his heart pounding when his lips crash back into hers, tongues meeting immediately. His finger moves faster and she moans in his mouth, wrapping her lips around his tongue and sucking on his. He stifles a groan as best he can and flicks her clit almost aggressively. She bites back a wail, eyes squeezing shut, hands balling his shirt in her fists.

She pouts when he takes his hand away.

“Why’d you stop?” she whines, her lip pushed out. He scoffs, reaching for his utility belt, unclipping it and setting it to the side.

“You don’t deserve to feel good.” He unzips his pants, letting himself free with a soft hiss. Her eyes widen when she sees him.

“Oh, wow…”

“What?”

“I just… I mean, I expected you to be average at best. This is a pretty nice surprise.”

“This isn’t for you,” he growls, pushing her legs open and lining himself up with her entrance. “This is to get this shit out of my system so I can move on.”

“Haven’t had any in a while? Or maybe you’ve been fantasizing about—m-me!”

He shoves his cock into her without warning, biting back a moan. She felt good around him, really good, so fucking wet and just tight enough to give him pleasure without being uncomfortable. She’s moaning beneath him, hips squirming, tilting for more. He pushes a hand down on her hip, stilling her and making her whine.

“Give it to me already,” she pleads, giving him such a pathetic look that he can’t help but chuckle.

“You’ll get what you deserve.”

Aizawa pulls back before slamming his hips forward, making her gasp. He starts a steady pace, thrusting into her hard, making her inch across the concrete. He feels her moving and grabs her shoulder to keep her in place.

“Oh—my—god!” she moans with each thrust, throwing her head back, eyes rolling. Aizawa’s nose is fucked, so he breathes through his mouth, grunting as he fucks her.

“You’re such a bitch,” he growls, thrusting harder. “You’re such a fucking bitch.”

“Oh my god—I-If you k-keep fucking me l-like that, I’ll c-cum!”

He snarls, moving his opposite hand to her cunt, pressing his thumb into her clit. She gasps, moaning when he flicks it rapidly. He can feel her clenching his cock, over and over until she cums with a cry, pulsating around him. It’s an addicting feeling, but he doesn’t let himself revel in it for too long. He continues to fuck her as she sobs through her orgasm.

“A-Aizawa, Aiza—mmph!”

“Shut up,” he growls after he covers her mouth. “Fucking shut up.”

She grabs his shirt, pulling hard, ripping the seams. He curses, pushing her head down into he ground.

“Fucking bitch!”

She moves her head, freeing her lips.

“Bite me,” she snarls, grinning wildly at him, eyes hazy. He growls, but his mouth finds her neck regardless. His tongue glides along her skin, feeling an indentation before he bites down, hard. She gasps, wrapping her legs around his hips. “Make me bleed.”

He bites harder, harder, so hard he feels his jaw will snap and suddenly warm liquid trickles into his mouth. He releases her neck, pulling back to look at the bite mark he made. He collects his saliva and her blood before spitting on her face. She giggles, soon laughing maniacally, eyes shut tight. He grunts, continuing his thrusting as he grabs her neck again, squeezing her jugular veins. Her laugh softens, fades as the blood slows to her head. He feels his orgasm approaching, and he tries to pull out, but her legs are locked around him, keeping him there.

“Inside,” she wheezes, eyes flickering open just a bit to look at him. “Do it inside.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m cumming in you—”

“Pill,” she sighs, eyelids fluttering. “I’m on the pill.”

He grits his teeth, passively trying to pull out and failing. He huffs, thrusting a few more times before groaning, his orgasm overtaking him, his seed spilling inside her.

He releases her neck, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders, holding himself up. He looks at her, assesses the damage. She's disheveled. She certainly looks like she’s been fucked. He sighs, finally willing himself to pull out of her. He cringes when he sees his cum leak out of her, hanging his head and sighing again.

Aizawa tucks himself back into his pants, making a note to take a shower tonight. He grabs his utility belt, reattaching it around himself. He stands up, grabbing the woman’s bound hands, pulling her to a sitting position before helping her stand. He pulls down her bra, starts buttoning up her shirt. He scowls when he sees the missing buttons. He readjusts her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles he created.

“Alright,” he says tiredly, grabbing her wrist and turning. “Time to go to jail.”

“Actually,” she rips her hand out of his grasp, “I don’t think I will.”

He furrows his brow, looking back at her.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t feel like going to jail, ya know? I’ve heard horror stories about the prisons in Japan, and you know I’d get the death penalty. I’m just not feeling it.”

“Wha—look, I’m not in the mood for this. You’re going to jail, whether you like it or not.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” She grabs the end of the zip-tie with her teeth, pulling it tighter. She raises her hands above her head, bringing it down fast over her stomach, breaking the zip-tie from the force. She shakes out her hands, letting out a breath.

“No, I’m not.”

“You—”

“If you take me to the police station,” she smirks, looking up at him, “I’ll say you raped me.”

His face drops.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You—You have no proof.” She hums.

“I wonder what they’ll consider proof. Maybe—” She grabs her shirt. “The ripped clothes, or—” She points at her neck. “The bite wound! Oh, wait! I know!” She lifts her skirts, motioning to the cum running down her legs. “I’m sure this will corroborate my story.”

His eyes widen.

“No—”

“Oh, yes. This all went so perfectly—”

“No—”

“—I’m honestly beyond pleased that you went along with it! I must say, your dick was a bit of a surprise, but I’m more than happy with the outcome.”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid—

“They won’t fall for it. You begged for it.”

Her face twists in agony, her hands folding in front of her chest.

“Oh, officer! It was awful! I-I was just walking home when this man cornered me, pushing me down, forcing himself inside of me!” She smiles, looking victorious. “I can be very convincing when I want to be.”

His heart pounds, his chest closing up.

“You… you’re insane—”

“I’m a fighter.” She raises her hands and shrugs. “I do what I need to do to survive.”

He clenches his fists, digging his blunt nails into his skin.

“I can’t just let you walk free.”

“I know.” She takes a step towards him. “But if you take me in, I’ll say you raped me, and your life will be ruined.” She puts her hands on her hips. “So, what do you suppose we do about this situation?”

He can’t think. His body feels heavy. He wants to throw up. She stares at him, waiting for a moment before sighing and rolling her eyes.

“Well, I have a solution to our problem.”

He hesitates.

“...What?”

“I propose that we do this regularly. If you fuck me once a week, I won’t accuse you of rape. You get off scot-free, and I get to cum. Sound good?”

“That sounds horrible.”

“Aw, come on, it’ll be fun! Didn’t you enjoy yourself? You came, didn’t you? Bet it felt good to let all that frustration out. Must’ve been holding it in since you met me.”

“You’re a con man—”

“Like I said: I’m a lady who knows what she wants.” She raises her hands in defeat. “But if you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine! I can go to the hospital now and do a rape kit and—”

“Hold it,” he says, raising a hand, the other going to his hip. He clenches his raised fist to hide his shaking. “Just… hold on for a second.”

She’s quiet as he thinks, his mouth twisting. She moves slow out of the corner of his eyes, looking around at the ground.

“If…” She stops, looking at him. “You—hold on—”

“How about,” she puts her hands on her hips, “I make the deal a little bit sweeter for you?”

He scoffs.

“And how exactly are you going to do that?” She bites her lip and smirks.

“How about this: if you fuck me every week or so, I won’t accuse you of rape and I will stop my criminal activities.”

Now that gets his attention.

“Are you being serious?”

“One hundred percent serious.”

“And why should I believe you?” She shrugs.

“I guess you’ll just have to trust me and see the results.”

“Trusting you is the last thing I can do.”

“I know,” she says, kicking her foot over the ground, “but what choice do you have?”

He licks over his lips, glancing around the alley before looking at her. She was right: there was plenty of evidence of a physical assault on her. His DNA was all over her, and hers was all over him. She was manipulative enough that the police would be suspicious of him and start an investigation. If he wasn’t arrested and charged, he’d certainly lose his hero’s license. He didn’t want to think of how fucked things would get after that.

On the flip side, she was promising not to accuse him if he simply fucked her, and she was also promising to stop mutilating people she deemed to be deserving of it. He agrees to her conditions, he kills two birds with one stone: no accusations and less crime to deal with.

Plus, there was the benefit of having regular sex, but he didn’t want to think too hard about that.

“How do I know you’ll keep your promise?”

“If I don’t keep my promise, and I do the same shit anyways, then you have permission to capture me and take me in, and I will not bring up the rape accusation.”

He arches his brow, tonguing his cheek.

“And if I don’t keep up my end of the agreement?”

“I go straight to the police.” He flexes his jaw.

“Let me get this straight: if I agree to have sex with you regularly, you’ll forget the rape accusation and you’ll stop committing crime. If I don’t hold up my end of the deal, you’ll accuse me. If you don’t hold up your end of the deal, I apprehend you.”

“Exactly.”

He shakes his head, feeling a migraine coming on.

“This is fucking crazy…”

“So? Do we have a deal or not?”

He sighs, running his tongue over his teeth. He can taste blood in his mouth still. He wants a shower, and to get blackout drunk.

“I… Fuck… Fine.”

“Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Let’s shake on it,” she says, reaching her hand out to him. He grimaces, but grabs her hand with his, letting her shake it up and down. “You won’t regret it.”

He grunts in response.

“So,” she pulls her hand back, brushing her shoulder, “same time next week?”

“Fine.”

“I’ll meet you by The Raven. It’s this bar downtown—”

“I know where The Raven is.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Fine.”

She walks past him, smiling to herself.

“Goodnight, Aizawa.”

He listens to her footsteps disappear, bile building in his throat. He feels a tingle down his spine, moving to his limbs. He growls low, turning and punching the brick wall beside him. He holds his fist there before pulling it away, seeing blood on his knuckles.

He takes a deep breath, retrieving his capture scarf, wrapping it around his neck. He leaves the alley, making his way to the hospital.

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"I'm so sorry, Amor"

words: 1519

requested: anonymous

warnings: fighting, I don't think there is any swearing, but there might be, not beta read, also I don't know how like they make swords and shit so this is probably inaccurate, but oh well, also maybe look up an astronomy ring to help

summary: Leo keeps missing your dates due to him working and losing track of time, but he makes sure to make up for it

"I said I'm sorry, mi amor,"

"That doesn't just make up for this," you said, almost screaming it from how angry and hurt you felt. Leo had once again missed one of your date nights because he was too busy working on his stupid machines to remember the date you had planned. The date wasn't extravagant by any means. The two of you were just going to raid the kitchen, then hide out in your cabin since no one was ever there, a perk of being a Hades kid. But Leo had once again, for the 5th time this month, forgotten about it after getting too involved in his work and forgetting what time it was.

Leo was meant to meet you at 8pm in your cabin. It was currently midnight and you both were standing outside bunker 9 trying to not get caught by the harpies.

"Then what can I do to make it up to you, mi mundo, I'll do anything," he pleaded, stepping closer to you feeling worse with every step he took.

You scoffed at him, "You say that every time, and every time I tell you 'oh its okay, just don't forget next time' and every time you forget, I'm sick of it," you complain, seething with not anger, but with the feeling of being hurt and lied to and believing it each time.

Leo was desperate at this point, he didn't like seeing you like this, even worse he hated how it was him who caused it.

"I swear I didn't mean to forget, I've just been busy with what I'm working on. I'm almost done. I'll show it to you and you'll understand-" he tried pleading, but you cut him off.

"I get it, you're too busy for me with your important work. If I really don't matter as much as your stupid project then you won't care if I leave," you say, every word leaving your lip shocking you as it came out, and stinging you almost as bad as it did him. You shadow travelled away from him, feeling every bit of hurt now.

Leo tried to stop you from leaving, but untimely failed, leaving him crying outside bunker 9. He kept thinking about how stupid he was to keep working on his project and standing you up by accident. Leo was fully suffering from the consequences of his actions, but it only made him work on his project more. A) it was his hideaway, since every time you saw each other you would leave as quick as possible, and B) This was his way of making it up to you.

***

It had been almost a week now since Leo stood you up. Every day felt even worse than the last. You wouldn't wake up wrapped in the warm arms of the Hephaestus boy, but to be honest the past few months it was rare for that to happen. Almost every meal was spent alone since unless Nico was at camp you sat by yourself, usually Leo would break the rules and sit with you, but that was also happening less lately since he wouldn't show up to meals.

You thought about talking to Leo and apologising almost everyday, but then you remembered that you have nothing to apologise for, he's the one that didn't care enough about you to show up to your dates. So you spent all day training or leading camp activities.

Everyone from campers, to nymphs, to even Mr. D who rarely ever noticed campers except for you and your brother, started to notice the change. This week was filled with less of your laughter, or enthusiasm when you lead activities, and you trained even more than you did before. You trained so much that the Ares kids were starting to get scared by you since you seemed to never leave the training arena.

It was a few minutes before the bonfire and you were once again training till your fists were red with blood. Training took away all the thoughts that constantly flooded your brain. When you were done you collapsed your sword which had been on its last life since you had it since you joined the camp, and many monsters later it was one wring strike away from breaking. You asked Leo to fix it, but he kept on saying that he'll get to it, it's just not a high priority right now. Another example of how he didn't care about you. Or so you thought.

When you walked out of the arena you felt a hand on your shoulder. You were about to strike when the person spoke out, "Wait, hear me out before you do anything, please," he said, as you instantly recognized the voice. Now instead of punching, you felt like stabbing him.

"What do you want Leo?" you asked, calling him by his first name. That hurt Leo, since you always either called him Repair Boy cause you thought it was cute, or called him Valdez since in your words you thought his last name was adorable, so you loved calling him by it. Secretly Leo loved this more than he could comprehend, because one day he hoped the last name would be yours too.

Leo let out a breath, stepping into the light so that both of you could see each other now, "I just want to show you something. Give me 5 minutes," he said, before clarifying, "Without judo flipping me or hurting me in any way."

"No promises, now hurry up, I told Clarisse I would meet her at the campfire," you told him, hoping whatever he had to say wouldn't take long.

"I promise this won't take long, amor," he said, no matter how mad you were at him you still got butterflies from him calling you pet names in Spanish, "I just wanted to show you what I've been working on."

"You mean what you basically ignored me for, for weeks," you scoffed out angrily, annoyed by his audacity.

Leo let out a sigh, "I swear I'll be sorry about that for the rest of my life, but I hope this will help you forgive me," he said, grabbing your hand and placing a small object in it.

It was a ring, confusing you even more, "Is this some 'one ring to rule them all' type thing, or what?" you questioned.

The boy smiled at the reference, "No, well it might be a bit inspired by it, but that's not it. Remember how you kept telling me that I needed to fix your sword?"

You nodded, "Yes, then I remember you saying it wasn't high on your priority list," you recalled, making him cringe.

That definitely wasn't one of Leo's finest moments, "I swear I'm even more sorry about that, but hopefully this will make up for it," he said, taking the ring back.

He moved the rings on the inside revealing it was an astronomy ring. As he turned the rings a certain way a sword appeared. You watched wordlessly as he turned the bottom of the sword making it go back to ring form, as it then changed to a spear, then dagger, then back to its sword form.

"D-did you, how-I," you stumbled out, amazed by his creation.

He shrugged, handing you the sword, "You kept saying you needed me to fix yours and you also talked about how much you hated all the other daggers and spears, so I made you this to fix it. I don't think it warrants almost accidentally shutting you out, but I hope you like it," he explained, starting to walk away before you caught his hand.

"Wait Leo," you called out as he turned, face to face with you now, "I-I didn't know you were working on this. If I did I never would've gotten mad, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said, I swear. I love it, and I love you," you confessed.

Leo's hands snaked around your waist, pulling you close, "No, I should be sorry princessa. I stood you up and hurt you more than I ever should've. But, I do have an idea," he proposed, pulling away from you so he could see your face.

"And what is this idea of yours?" you questioned, knowing whatever he had up his sleeve was going to be fun.

He once again pulled something out of his pocket, but this time it was a DVD, "How about I make up for all the dates I missed, starting with our movie dates."

You smiled, finally feeling happy, since you hadn't felt that way all week, "I think that would be perfect," you said before connecting your lips with his. Poor Clarisse was going to be alone tonight, but she wouldn't mind when she found out she wouldn't have to deal with your moodiness anymore

That night you two spent the night watching movies, cuddling, and throwing popcorn at each other. Throughout the night Leo made sure to slide the ring onto your finger, or play with it when he held your hand.

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The Pitt ep 13 thoughts

Rewatching the episode so I can put together my thoughts 

I still fucking miss Collins and don’t know why she isn’t back yet (but also get that rest girl)

Dana keeping cops in check yes my queen

(The ER gifs have activated my ocd and I will now never go anywhere near a helicopter)

Night shift charge nurse Bridget we love to see you

Whitaker, my love, my sweet drowned rat, what the fuck are you doing to that clown? (lol, he isn’t scared of clowns, clowns are scared of him)

Mel has never been funnier, I love her trying to get a handle on the situation without freaking anyone out

Can I please marry Samira Mohan? Can I be her wife? I do believe seeing her smile everyday would heal all my trauma and depression 

Lupe and Kiara I’m so sorry my loves that this is your job today

That one person was right, Perlah dived over her patient when Langdon yells “gun”. Why does this show make me fall head over heels for all of its characters!?

Langdon still has his dad friendship bracelet on, and it’s come untucked, I hope there isn’t too much blood on it at the end of shift

When Langdon calls all clear, you can see he says it directly to Robby (I’m sobbing)

McKay doing what needs to be done, even if it threatens her probation. This show is just full of queen shit

Langdon still teaching as he goes

Mr Grayson better make it out okay

Whitaker holding out his hand and Donnie immediately putting gauze in it 

The decision to put the shooting victims wife in scrubs - how dare they

Ellis confirmed athlete 

I just can’t even with Jake and Leah 

Carmen with her clean underwear, I get you girl

Langdon with an overdose while checking in on Robby and Leah

It’s now moving too fast to have thoughts, except Dana and Abbot trying to hold up Robby while holding up a whole ER during a MCI, my loves

All of them standing over Mr Grayson and Samira stepping up (my heart eyes)

How dare you give us that hope of Leah having a pulse for that one second 

Mel my baby, your burn out is gonna be so bad. I can see what’s happening in that beautiful brain of yours

The woman with the shot arm is semi catatonic. Been there. Mel’s compassion and understanding is so important. How she wants to find her a quiet space. Sobbing again

Dana your eyes

Robby stop with your big brown eyes. Someone needs to hold him

Shooter or not, David is dangerous

Langdon also needs to stop it with his eyes

To be clear, Santos did try to get an attending or senior resident, no one would/could come, so she did what needed to be done. It’s a MCI, not an ordinary day

I wish Robby hadnt taken Jake to see Leah. I get it’s his stepson and he’s crashing out already, but her parents won’t even be given that opportunity until the FBI releases her body. It’s just not right and it made things worse. He needed to be the parent here

Abbot your autism is showing and I love it. Also love that he called out Santos and told her that what she did was badass and saved her life. Balance baby

Fuck you Jake, she got shot in the chest. You think Robby just chose not to save her? He’s seen what the ER looks like right now, seen the numbers of victims, ffs

Robby’s crashing out speech. Fuck me. Getting Jake out of the room because he CANNOT SEE WHATS ABOUT TO HAPPEN - oh I’ve fucking been there, why is this fucking show so fucking accurate 

[astermath]

take a break.

pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader

summary: dave has been overdoing the kickass activities, and you’re worried every other night could be his last. he tries to comfort you and tell you he’ll be okay. you’re not sure you believe him.

word count: 1.1K

tags: established relationship, mentions of injuries, dave being a sweetheart and loving his gf more than anything ofc, college au, regular font below!

“You’re such an idiot, Dave.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You sigh deeply. This is the third time in two weeks he’s come to your dorm window, badly hurt, asking for help.

And of course you help him. He’s your boyfriend, yes, but sometimes you get so upset at him always getting hurt that you want him to just learn a lesson already.

But he never does. So you keep helping him.

You love him. Like a painful amount, almost. You’d been together since high school, back when you found out about his vigilante persona. Now you’re in college together, and though you support his activities and what he stands for, you’re scared it could all go very south very quickly. It seems like any time he goes out to fight these days could be his last.

He winces when you clean the cut on his cheek with some antiseptic. Normally, you’d apologise, saying you just want to help. But you’re quiet. You feel troubled, and Dave can tell.

He feels more conflicted than ever. He’s feeling like he has to choose; between his principles, what he stands for, and the love of his life, his favourite girl. And that’s just something he can’t do.

Because he know he’ll choose you. And he’ll spend the rest of his life feeling regretful over the people he didn’t save.

“You’re mad, right?”

“No shit.”

“Right.” He pauses for a second. “Sorry.”

“Just—“ you hold out your hands and sigh deeply. “Stop apologising.”

“But,” he sits up straighter suddenly, “alright.” He bites back the urge to say sorry again.

Now you feel bad for being mad. Because you decided to keep being his girlfriend, even though you knew about his endeavours. You knew of the risks, of everything he stood for, and you accepted it. Because you love him. So, so much. You even took on being his personal nurse, treating his injuries whenever he needed it. But lately it’s been too much for your poor heart to handle.

It’s one thing to know your boyfriend is out there fighting dangerous criminals at night.

It’s another to see him in the aftermath of it, on the brink of consciousness at your window.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you to stop.” Your words make him look back up, searching for your eyes even though you’re avoiding his gaze. His heart aches for it, the way you look at him. But he can tell by how shaky your voice is that you’re already on the brink of crying.

“I know.” He responds. He’s quiet, he doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to say anything.

“It’s just— Dave, this is… This is a lot. You’ve been overdoing it.” You finally look up, and though he’s happy to see your pretty face, his heart breaks at the sight of your teary eyes. Of course he’s seen you cry before, hell, pretty much every time you watch a movie together you cry. But now it’s because of him. And he doesn’t know what to do this time.

“It’s just— crime’s been ramping up lately, baby. And someone has to do something about it.” He knows what you’re about to say. That it’s not his responsibility, at least not alone. That he shouldn’t feel like it’s his sole duty to keep people safe. And you know that he knows you’re going to say that. So you keep quiet.

“But why does it have to be you?” Your voice sounds shaky, like it’s going to break if you talk too loud.

“Because, if not me, then who else? I mean seriously, I can’t just have you out there in a world this dangerous. What if something happens to you?”

“How do you think I feel? What if something happens to you, Dave? Then what? What if I lose the person closest to me because he’s too stubborn to take a break?”

He doesn’t know how to reply to that. Because he knows you’re right. You’ve been in the right from the start, his sense of purpose is just too connected to his persona. To Kickass.

“I’m sorry,” he reaches out for your hands, and you don’t pull away this time. They’re rough, calloused, but you’ve grown so accustomed to them. They’re warm, big, familiar. They’re Dave.

To his surprise, you lean into him, your head resting against his chest. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around you, his hand running up and down your spine in an attempt to soothe you. You’re tired too. Not only are you basically his personal nurse, but you’re also a full time college student. Dave is too. And he’d be failing if it wasn’t for you taking extra notes for him.

“I don’t know how much more Kickass my heart can take right now…”

“I get that. Ill, uhm… I’ll take a break. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You look up at him. You’re giving him those puppy eyes that he can’t resist, whether you’re trying to or not. Maybe he’s just that weak for you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll take you out on a date soon. A real date, like in those movies you like to watch.”

“Will you get me flowers too?”

“Don’t spoil your own surprise now.”

You giggle, and the sound of it nearly makes him forget about all his injuries.

The two of you sit quietly for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s embrace. Now that you think about it, it’s been a while since you’ve been together like this. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, it gives you time to breathe, to think. To let everything sink in.

“You know I’d never ask you to quit being Kickass, but… One day, you’re gonna have to put it to rest baby.”

“I know.” he sighs. “I’m getting more used to being Dave though. Or— liking being Dave.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “You’ve been making that a lot easier.”

“Yeah. I mean Kickass is cool and all, really cool, but I prefer Dave.” You peck his lips, trying to pull away right after, but he doesn’t let you. He captures your lips once more, melting into the kiss and cradling your face gently.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You smile against his lips.

“For liking Dave. He appreciates it.”

“Yeah, well… Tell him I don’t just like him, I love him.”

“He loves you too.” His face is graced by a love drunk smile. How can someone just be so lovely?

“And Kickass is alright too I guess.”

To that, he laughs, though it hurts his ribs a bit. He definitely bruised them, for sure.

Or maybe it’s the overwhelming love swelling in his chest.

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Holy crap I haven't looked at your account in a while (idk why but your posts just haven't been popping up on my home page) and I saw your new pfp! IT'S ABSOLUTELY STUNNING!!! Your art is so good!!

Also I wanted to hear about your personal head cannons for Warriors because I would love to hear them!!

a lot of people have been telling me that actually, that they’re not seeing my posts on their dash anymore, i wonder if something is going on with that :( (and also IVE noticed that my engagement has been down, tho i’d thought that’s just because this is a busy time of year)

HEHE THANK YOU!! :3 i love my blorbo and the voices wanted me to draw him again

god there are. so. so many that i have- but to list off a few:

- middle child (he’s number four of seven), and im so set on this one. he has six sisters (one of which is his twin (Linkle)) because i know in my heart this man was raised by women. also i hc his mom is still alive because he deserves a living mother after everything (and he loves her and shes awesome and she misses him very very much)

- he has the worst vision ever, he cant see more than like 20 feet away from him without things just getting blurry, but he genuinely doesn’t realize that his vision is shit he thinks hes normal

- due to his burn scars its hard for him to regulate his temperature so he overheats easily in hot weather if hes not careful

- i hc after the war he took in two cats that he found abandoned in a destroyed village. he tried to find who they belonged to but couldn’t, and initially he wasn’t going to keep them but then he got attached and now those are his babies and his girls (Rosie and Delilah). He knits them sweaters because they have no fur and knitting is a good productive mindless activity for him to do when he’s stressed

- on a similar note: i hc he has experience as a tailor and is very good at sewing and mending things because while his family does own a small farm and sell some crops (he’s a country boy turned city boy and this is another hill i will die on), they’re tailors and thats the main way they make money

- absolutely terrified of cuccos because Linkle would chase him around with them when they were kids and eventually the cuccos took this to mean any time they saw Warriors they were to chase him, without Linkle even being there

- i hc his eyes are hazel and that his hair is naturally dark brown and very curly, but he started bleaching and straightening it when he ended up in the army and got to Castletown

- hes scared to go home to his family now that the war is over because he’s worried hes changed too much as a person after everything he went through and he can’t mentally handle the idea of being rejected from a place he gets so much comfort from just thinking about, so he keeps his distance and is full of some pretty lame ass excuses as to why he wont go home (it���s been well over a decade. i hc he left at 15-16 and is currently 27 almost 28). Linkle is the only blood relative he’s seen since he left for the war and she tries to convince him to come home whenever she sees him

- i hc he looks just like his mom, which is a blessing and a curse for him because he can never hate his face because he is literally IDENTICAL to his mom and he loves and misses her so much, but it’s painful to look at himself in the mirror sometimes. Linkle, being his TWIN, is can also be hard to look at

- HUGE history nerd, and getting to travel through the eras and learn about them has been the most exciting thing to ever happen to him. he didn’t have access to a formal education as a kid, he would’ve been home schooled basically, and once the war was over and he had access to a library full of knowledge from all over the place on topics he’d never even realized existed he just started reading and didn’t stop. he LOVES to learn and he loves to explore, and half his journal is just all his observations on the eras a little notes and could literally be a history book on its own. he draws diagrams and maps and all sorts of stuff in there, and when he goes home he LOVES getting to tell people the history books are fucking wrong

- the other half of his journal contains more personal things, and also notes on his companions and strategies for battles (he is INCREDIBLY observant and keeps very detailed notes. his journal is basically an extension of his brain because the ADHD can make it hard to keep track of all his thoughts sometimes). none of it is written in ‘hyrulian common’ (english), the entire thing is in his native language (portuguese) written in an alphabet none of the chain are able to read (and no one in War’s Castletown and read it either. should someone take his journals it would take them a good long while to translate them)

- his left hand is a little messed up, sometimes it shakes and sometimes his grip is really weak, so on days his wrist isn’t strong enough to wield his sword in a way that makes him feel safe, he brings out the fire rod. two handed weapon, offers him more stability, and yeah he also does just like watching shit go up in flames

- he’s actually an introvert. the loud obnoxious personality is something that was created from rumors and expectations of him from the kingdom and the whole ‘Captain’ persona is really just like some character he plays. he’s definitely a bit dramatic at his core, but hes a much more quiet and reserved person than he comes off as. he greatly values his privacy and alone time

[leafyaa]

Chapter 16

Multiple police cars were in front of your house and you were sitting on the grass. Kunikuzushi was by your side pulling you close to him as you looked like you could throw up any moment.

He didn't know what was on the letter because his first instinct was to grab you and comfort you as you sobbed in his arms. 

You were not allowed inside so he put his jacket around your shoulders to keep you arm and made sure it was comfortable for you to lean on him.

An elderly police officer walks towards you, hesitantly approaching you at this moment, knowing it was a bad timing but also knowing he had to question you.

"Miss, sorry to interrupt you but could I ask you a couple of questions?" He said professionally, yet uncomfortably looked away. Fumbling with his hands which didn't go unnoticed by Kunikuzushi.

Kunikuzushi was immediately glaring at the guy but you stared at the older man in front of you and nodded.

You moved your head from Kunikuzushi's shoulder to make proper eye contact with the man even though all you wanted to do is wake up from this terrible nightmare.

"Please state your name and address first."

You answered with a hoarse voice and he continued.

"Could you tell us what happened before you found the letter at your door?"

"I was.. Walking.. Towards my house and.." You struggled to continue. Not because you didn't remember, but because you didn't want to relive the moment inside your head again..

"She found the envelope on her doormat. She picked it up and opened it." Kunikuzushi, who had gotten irritated, answered as he held your hand.

"Sorry but are you Miss L/n, I don't think so?" The police officer looked a bit irritated as his interview was interrupted.

"Does it really matter now? Can't you see how traumatized she is? Are you blind or really this stupid?" Kunikuzushi yelled, now standing on both feet as well, attracting other officers to also listen in to the conversation. 

"Maybe if you would just stay out of it, this would be much easier. I'm the supervisor here and you are nothing, a nobody." 

"Oh you think you are better than me, right? You worthless shit. Have you really gone braindead to not have a single ounce of care to realize in what mental state she now is?" Kunikuzushi looked the police officer dead in the eye as he walked closer while the police officer tried to keep his distance. You tried to get up on your feet, not wanting him to escalate the situation even further. 

"Oh so now you're calling me heartless? You disrespectful piece of shit. You young people are so rude and you know I can get you arrested." He threatened back but Kunikuzushi didn't blink once. He, on the contrary, smirked and stepped forward. 

"Try me." The simple words that set off the police officer as imaginable steam came out of his ears. Other officers quickly went over to grab him in an attempt to stop him, but it didn't work. 

You too, quickly run up, ready to defend Kunikuzushi from the unbelievably corrupt police officer. Using his title and authority to try and arrest Kunikuzushi for no crime or unlawful activity was definitely a crime. 

You stumbled in front of Kunikuzushi as the police officer was about to land a hit, instead of hitting Kunikuzushi like he was aiming at, he hit you right in the head and you fell back into Kunikuzushi's arms. 

It was like a dramatic scene as you felt blood dripping your forehead to panicked people running around. 

However Kunikuzushi was shockingly also part of the  panicked people and quickly yelled at the other officers to call for an ambulance. He looked furious. A death glare was permanently on his face each time he looked at the scared police officer. 

He held you tightly in his arms and tried to stop the bleeding with his hands, even ripping off a part of his clothing to try to pressure the point of where the blood was coming out. It didn't help much and the blood was dripping down your kimono, staining the beautiful silk that was definitely worth thousands. 

You tried to keep your eyes open but struggled as the noise mixed with your pain confused and hurt your head. 

You felt your vision fading away as you saw the lights of an ambulance in the distance.

Couple of weeks earlier... 

"What do you mean the bomb has been disabled??" La Signora yelled to one of her subordinates. 

"U-uhm well we just found out this morning.." 

"Be more specific."

"Well u-uh it's last known location was thousands of kilometers from the target's home address.. And then the mark on the map just disappeared!" 

Signora sighed, trying to compose herself. 

"And why didn't you activate the bomb as soon as you picked up any movement away from her home?" 

"Nobody was watching the bomb's location at the time.." 

"WHERE WAS EVERYONE THEN?" 

"We were watching her and.." 

Signora turned around, walking towards her desk and placed both hands on there. Her subordinates looked at each other with a knowing look at what was going to happen.

They quickly shut the door as Signora screamed. They could feel the feeling of vases being thrown at them even if they weren't inside. It was not the first time this happened. 

To shake off the uncomfortable feeling they quickly left and went somewhere else to hide and hope Signora would forget about the incident.

"Those stupid fuckers always fuck up somehow.. It was such a simple task too.."

Suddenly a knock on Signora's door interrupted her anger.

"It's me~ Can I come inside?" An all too familiar voice said and Signora didn't respond.

The door opened anyway, moving the broken pieces of a vase as well as letting the person who knocked in.

"What do you want, Dottore."

"Heard you from someone you want to take revenge on our dear Balladeer~"

"Just shut the fuck up and leave-"

"How about I help you with torturing him?"

Signora raised her eyebrow in interest. She turned around facing the Doctor and crossed her arms as she looked for any sign of foolery but didn't find any.

"I'm listening."

The Doctor grinned as he already had a plan in mind. He too wanted to take revenge on Scaramouche and make him suffer, however if he wanted to do that, he had to use you, Scaramouche’s dear lover.

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Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 24]

And it's the last thing he would have wanted her to do :(

Once again, want to draw your attention to the fact that Julith doesn't seem to really care about Joris. She just set him and Bakara free to get hit by lasers and once he told her "I will never allow this to happen" she stopped paying attention.

Like, did her love hinge on the condition he didn't disagree with her or what? I am insane about her various behaviours and weird way of loving (AKA she doesn't really love anyone besides Jahash, and she might not really love Joris that much either. because she's like. known him for a day and 80% of it he called her cringe(because she's cringe))

Man, I know ankama didn't think about this all so deeply. They were like "cool lasers go pew pew pew". But I'm the CEO of caring too much. So I will literally do just that.

Anyway, her parenting style (setting him loose under some deadly lasers) reminds me of Kerubim, except she's doing this on purpose. yaay.

Joris has GOT to be in a literal state of shock and dissociation by now. Not even years of therapy will fix this.

By now he's seen roughly 1000 and 6 people die.

I've seen headcanons of him keeping his mother's cape. And while imagining Joris with a cool cape is nice and all, I really doubt he Would Fucking Do That.

Not because you can get it as a cosmetic item in Dofus MMO (you can, but it's dubiously canon imo). I just think he fucking hates her and wouldn't want that thang in his house.

It's just him VS. her now.

There's a heaviness to this. All of them (save for maybe Lilotte) have the knowledge that whoever hits the Dofus will get exploded together with them. But with the rush of adrenaline, inexperience of everyone involved (only warriors actively think "oh I am going to DIE for real this time"), and the "if we don't act now 1000 people will die" of this situation, I really doubt either of them thought too hard about it all.

But I think that once you're all alone with that thought - and it's obvious that it's you, who will have to do it, it sinks in a little better.

He looks so distraught...

Inside me are two wolves: one of them is saying, "Joris is so brave yet so scared. He knows he will probably not survive this, and he's 10, and, and--" and the other says "JORIS JURGEN SUICIDAL HEROISM MOMENT NUMERO UNO!!!!!"

Both of them are equally insane.

I NEED these frames injected into my bloodstream.

One counterpoint I can think to why Julith is so worried about this despite setting him free to roam under the deadly lasers, is that, as the guardian of the Ebony Dofus, she could simply go "Not that one. let that one live. No, you can kill the blonde that looks like my husband, I don't give a shit about her. But the weird little boy? Don't kill him."

But this is just me trying to fix Ankama's fucky-wuckies with my imagination.

It's jojover. Just completely and irreparably jojover.

This scene always gives me chills, more so than any other insanely evil interaction between Joris and Julith.

There are a lot of ways this scene gets me (imagine me putting on the tinfoil hat from my Aux Tresors kerulou days. I am about to be that insane): The way she envelops him stops any and all movement of him and his Dofus completely, and wipes out all the sound and momentum.

He is completely helpless against how easily she stopped him and took his only way to save everyone from him.

As he falls to the ground, there's a little sense of dreaminess to it — the cape seems far bigger than it should be, the time before he hits the floor seems longer than it should be — and make no mistake, it is on purpose. Seconds before he falls we are shown the floor, and it seems vaguely closer to us at the first glance, than the distance he falls. It's unexpected, it's destabilizing.

It's like he is dissociating, from the horror of not being able to do this.

It's like a nightmare.

And after doing this irreparable evil, and taking his one way of stopping this evil, she looks at him as if he is a tiny, stupid little thing, that doesn't know what it is doing.

As if it's not her fault that his only choice is doing something that will kill him, just to stop her.

And listen. There's guilt too. Because Joris is the one who allowed her to get the Ebony Dofus back. If he survives this and nobody else does, do you think he could ever forgive himself?

She's making him responsible for this.

They will never get to speak, but Jahash is happy, with what Joris has tried to do.

...Unlike Julith, who was reminded of Jahash by Joris's blue eyes, — I bet Jahash thinks they're similar to Bakara's.

There are so many emotions here. He will never get to speak to this man. This man is happy abotu what Joris has done. This man is the reason Joris's life is utterly ruined.

Is Jahash's smile an "I'm sorry that you have to do this, and see this," or "I'm proud of you," or "I wish things were different," or a mixture of all of them?

Joris will never get to know.

He saw something in her that other people didn't see.

She never really wanted to be a "butcher". Even if she could not overpower that destiny, — after Bonta took away her entire family and future, may I add, — the fact that she tried to begin with is saying a lot.

The look he gives her is something between "please don't prove me wrong" and "this isn't you".

I think she realizes now that there is no future where she, Jahash, and Joris are together and happy.

Four lives, in three generations of this family, ruined and uprooted and destroyed, because of some petty politics that were happening behind their backs.

I truly despise Bonta.

It's quiet. The only sound is his own heartbeat. Nothing seems quite real. He can barely believe that maybe she will stop this madness herself.

There is only one kind of reunion that they may have.

No matter how much she wanted a happier ending.

[redfish-blu]

I cut this out of a much larger piece about Amado’s character rollercoaster (calling it an arc would be far too simple) because it, astoundingly, became too unhinged for what I was trying to accomplish. So you get it as a separate post.

The way they set Amado’s storyline up from season 2 onwards is a case that never sat right with me, because the narrative kind of leads you to forget about what happened to him before season 3 started because it never has any sway on the general plot or on Amado himself. Which means he’s just kind of…around. Like, they definitely gave him some dilemmas, except we were told about them after the fact and never saw them on screen. 😑 therefore the impact is nonexistent.

And what really irks me is they didn’t have to make anything up out of thin air for Amado to be upset about, because he has gone through some bonafide Shit by this point. Arguably, he has gone through the most bs out of almost everyone in the show, considering the fact he wasn’t even a main character until basically the end of season 2.

Let’s run the numbers: He’s an addict (remember that?). He got kidnapped in the Nicaraguan jungle and tortured for like an hour because of his stupid boss. His uncle got put under the jail because of his stupid boss. His mentor figure died. His mentor figure left behind a girlfriend and unborn baby who Amado knew personally. He had to backstab his stupid boss, who killed the wife and children of a business associate just for the sake of scare tactics. He thought he was legit gonna die because his stupid boss saddled him with transporting 70 tons of coke in one night, for which failure to do so was death. The DEA was actively hunting him and planning to kill him on sight. He holds himself responsible for not being able to prevent the death of his mentor figure. He was in military prison for three months. He killed his other boss who was partially responsible for his getting put in prison in the first place. He is now the sole leader of the Juárez cartel and is scrambling to get it organized or else he’s getting thrown out on the street. The DEA is actively trying to kill him again, and they will if he doesn’t get his shit together. And everyone is just going to let that happen because the only people who actually cared about him are dead, gone, and in jail 🤷‍♀️

(There was also the dead kid thing but I won’t even deign to talk about that because it deserves its own lampooning.)

But I guess we decided it was better to ignore all of that? Like, no I suppose it would be dumb to say all that frankly traumatizing stuff he went through from a pretty young age would influence his reliance on substances (it’s important to me that you remember that exists) to get through the day 😀 I suppose it would be stupid to explore how he feels about any of that on a deeper level, because Amado is one of the few characters who has been established as being even slightly in touch with the concept of a moral compass 😀 I suppose it would not be interesting at all to perhaps delve into how he seemingly responds to trauma and the resulting depressive episodes by throwing himself into work in order to distract himself and channel all his bottled up negative emotions into that 😀 meaning he can only be successful when he is deeply unhappy and unhealthy but he puts up a facade of “Everything Is Great!!” that he might have even tricked himself into believing is real 😀 and even if he doesn’t he can’t just drop it now because it is kind of the only thing keeping him alive, and he would not be able to function without it or the drugs (seriously didn’t anyone remember that in the writer’s room?) 😀 And he definitely knows it’s gotten very fucked up but he has no support system, no family, no real friends (ones who are constantly around him that is) so it’s just like this forever!! And it’s even worse because HE DIDNT WANT IT TO BE LIKE THIS?? He never saw himself in this position when he started out?? But now it’s his entire life and he has to somehow live with himself??? 😀😀😀

Nah man just have everything work out peachy keen for him and don’t force him to seriously confront All Of That because it’s not very cool and also we forgot to give him enough screen time 👍 no Mr. Struggle allowed here!!!

In conclusion I was robbed.

[bohemian-nights]

No this fandom is actually insane

Do people think it’s ok to write “he was teaching her how to bathe”?????? I’m honestly scared to go read the post that they were talking about. The lengths that these people will go to just to prove that dettles never happened

Read at your own risk.

The person who wrote that is actually Black(or so they claim), but is willing to throw Black characters and Black fans under the bus and promote negative stereotypes about us for their mostly (racist) followers in defense of a racist characters desirability.

Sir/ma’am, if you are reading this, get some self respect. I’m actually embarrassed for you cause this shit is actually pathetic. You’re better than this.

Case in point they wrote this crap a while back with 100% sincerity:

(I should also note that I actually had a run in with them about a year and some change ago and they threatened to block me after I asked them if Corlys bathing with Rhaenyra would be normal father daughter figure bonding time so I blocked them first😊).

Like you don’t have to like Dettles, but when you are pushing harmful ideology and stereotypes (Black people are so stupid/dirty that we need the white mans help to civilize us) as a way to discredit them and make those who ship it look like angry Black women jealous of the poor helpless white woman and her stans, you’ve gone too far.

Let’s keep in mind that this poor helpless white woman was actively trying to kill a Black girl for a crime she claims she didn’t commit and that despite claiming that Nettles definitely didn’t sleep with Daemon her stans spazz out everytime you mention her name and actively want her cut from the show.

Or how about the fact that these same stans actively stalk and harass Dettles shippers whose only crime has been pointing out y’all’s bullshit.

Let’s keep in mind all of this shall we:

So who is actually jealous of who here? Who in this scenario wants racial revenge?* Who is the problem in this hellhole of a fandom?

Is it the people merely pointing out Nettles importance to the Dance and Daemon’s arc or the people who hurl racial insults and stereotypes? The people who want her erased from the narrative in its entirety cause she disrupts the status quo?

(The fact that someone would even fix their mouth to say that when Black people have been beaten, raped, enslaved, terrorized, tortured, disenfranchised, abused, subjected, and not even given common decency and respect for centuries by these people. If we wanted racial revenge it damn sure wouldn’t be off the back of a fucking fictional character).

The fact that they can’t see Nettles value and only see her as some irrelevant Black girl and reduce people liking her down to a gotcha/“woke” moment is fandom misogynoir in action.

They forget that she comes from nothing, claims a dragon, has a prince willing to give his life for her(six men or sixty remember that since y’all claim to be capable of reading🙃), survives the Dance and becomes a firewitch worshipped by a group of people, because they don’t want to acknowledge her importance.

It makes them uncomfortable to do so because she doesn’t look like them, but people like I’m not like those other Negros cover up for them so that when they are called out for it they can go see this n-I mean this Black person agrees with me.

Imagine being this butt hurt about a fictional character that you can’t even leave your racism or tap dancing at the door for five seconds.

Nettles doesn’t fit the mold, but that’s the point of her story.

They can recognize maester propaganda and scream about feminism when it comes to their white faves, but when it comes to the Black girl who is actively being stereotyped and maligned for her gender, race, and social standing in the source material they believe it no questions asked?

Again, what does it say about you that you are so willing to believe that a Black girl who was clever enough to claim a wild dragon doesn’t know how to bathe herself? What does it say about you that you think Daemon would never touch her with a ten foot pole just because she’s Black?

What does it say about you don’t want her on the show because of her race? What does it say about you that a fictional character who just so happens to be Black has you worked up into a tizzy.

Y’all claim to be for women(real or fictional), but in reality you only care about the women who look like you and shit on women you see as beneath you. Women who you think are a threat to the status quo. You’re no better than the men who oppress you.

[unapologetiicapathy]

OKAY HELLO THERE FOLKS im here rn to tell you abt a heathers au i have where jd survives !! i wrote most of this vv late at night so forgive me if it doesnt make sense or if its dumb lol, also this is based off the movie bcuz i havent seen the musical yet

(copypasted from notes)

(putting it under the cut cuz its long as FUCK)

-okay so theres multiple versions i have of this au, in one of them jd and veronica arent together, but that made me kinda sad (my poor little mega-crush-on-jd heart doesnt want him to be lonely </3) so i have another au where their shared secrets end up keeping them together, and then that one also has two versions, one where they have a kid and one where they dont (this is proof i have too much free time amd i write shit way too late at night) (also i have way more hcs abt the "they do stay together" version lmao)

-so the bomb didnt work quite as well as he thought it wld. he still got blown the fuck up but not bad enough to kill him (obvi). someone called an ambulance (im not sure who but definitely not veronica /lh), he got rushed off to hospital, he was there for quite a while and got a lot of scars and stuff but somehow he managed to survive (they thought he was a total goner man)

-veronica didnt know he was still alive for a few weeks. the explosion was on the news, but she was majorly avoiding tv altogether at the time (no matter where you are the news is always reporting on some sort of death and tragedy, and it served as WAYYYYY too much of a reminder of what she and jd did). she didnt find out til she actually saw him in person

-she was at the 711 (or wherever the fuck they got the slushies from idk its midnight rn) getting potato chips (yes this is an important detail to me. dont ask me why.) and he happened to be there at the same time

-she totally freaked the hell out when she saw him ("no. no! youre dead! youre dead! youre fucking dead!" "well you see, the thing is, im actually not.") and it took her awhile to come to terms with the situation

-in the "veronica-less" au, they ran into each other a few times after that, veronica refused to talk with him, and he ended up leaving sherwood and going to. um. somewhere else idk thats honestly as far as i got with this version 👍👍👍

-in the "they stay together" version (holy fuck i need proper names for these man), they also kept running into each other, but this time it worked out different yk (god i sound stupid sorry). they were both rlly conflicted abt it. it was like they both wanted to see each other again, but at the same time it felt like the worst thing that cld possibly happen. but you see, it kept happening. and happening. and happening. its like they couldnt  avoid each other. and at some point or another, they started just wanting it to happen. then kind of actively trying to make it happen. and then he finally just asked her out. she said no bcuz she needed some time to think abt it (they did go out a couple weeks later tho)

-(skip back in time a lil here bcuz im a fuckin scatterbrain lmao) when veronica found out jd was still alive she was scared of him yk (i mean i wld be too if my supposed-to-be-dead ex showed up outta nowhere) but she realised that like. he changed. smth happened in his silly lil head when he nearlu died, and he realised that everything that happened was totally fucked up and he actually regrets it and wants to do things different yk. (wanna be a better person? have a near-death experience /j)

-youd expect them to go get slushies when they finally do go on a date. NOPE. they actually go out for breakfast and get waffles (jd absolutely 100% loves waffles and you cannot convince me otherwise)

-at some point or another, veronica buys him little vinyl dinosaur stickers (yknow like the kind you can put on laptops and helmets and stuff). i dont know when this happens. i dont know why this happens. but i know it happens.

-jd kinda wants to be a theatre actor for a lil while, he ends up having tiny roles in a few things but he never rlly has any cool roles yk (im not quire sure why this is part of my au now but its probably just bcuz i wanna watch the musical lmao)

-okay i told you there was two points where this au branches off and congratulations youve just reached the second point 👍👍👍 this is where the path splits between "jd and veronica with no kids" and "jd and veronica with a kid"

-in the "no kids" version, they cant have a kid bcuz theyre scared that they wont be able to raise a child properly and the kid will turn out like they did, and thats the scariest thought in the world to them

-in the "jd and veronica with kids" version (srsly i need the power to create au titles man eueueue), they have a teenage daughter named alina

-theyre super super SUPER protective of her and like theyre always fretting abt whether theyre doing a good job

-they dont tell her abt what they did in '88 bcuz theyre worried abt how shell react, sometimes they think maybe they shld say smth but they always end up agreeing to "just wait til later" (theyre never gonna tell her man theres no way in hell)

-jd knows that the only reason veronica was involved in the deaths was bcuz she was with him, and so he gets extra extra worried whenever alina starts dating someone bcuz hes scared that shell get taken down the same path that he took veronica down all those years ago (which is very unlikely but i mean can ya blame him?)

-jd 100% needs therapy but cant get it bcuz how the fuck do you tell a therapist that you murdered three ppl and then tried to explode yourself. so instead he has a diary he writes in every day and he uses it as sort of self-therapy (i tooooootally didnt just take one of my own personality traits or habits or wtvr the word is and give it to him. totally not. totally. 👍)

-uh thats it for now but i definitely have more au hcs tucked away in my one singular braincell, i just need to find em apparently- also apologies for the excessive parentheses 👍👍👍

[miitarashi]

OK, so being a woman, in many cases, means getting the dreaded bloodbath, so, as someone who gets the most painful and heavy periods known to man (thats how i feel anyway, i often get cramps that leave me physically unable to walk for up to almost four hours), could u do headcannons where Tintin takes care of the reader during that time? What he would do if we had cramps or just feeling ill on our period, I just think he would be a total sweetheart when it comes to caring for someone who feels sick

Nah i totally feel you on this one,i have really bad cramps too lol. Such cute request need to be done 😌👌🏽

[Name] = reader (female)

Warnings: bloodbath cuz God fucking dammit-

☆Tintin headcanons☆

- Taking care of you on your period

Let's just start by the fact that this boy didn't had that much contact with other womans before. You was the first more active in his life.

Castaphiore is not that present so she don't properly count here (even more on the movie since Tintin only saw her,not even talked before lol)

So,he didn't really know what to expect,to say that he wasn't surprised is a lie even more watching your squirm in pain because of the bloodbath of the month coming down.

The boy got scared for a second,confused and then was just the "Oh..." from the realization lol.

But if you was dramatic about it (just like me,always feel like i'm dying slowly) it'll be 100% more funny. Like

Tintin just got back from the library passing by your home,hear your painful pleas and rush to see you squirming in pain

"[Name],what happen? Are you hurt?"

"Yes! I'm dying!! It hurts like hell! .....i'm seen the light...it's so bright..."

"[Name] don't say it,tell what is wrong,where are you hurted??"

"...Tintin...Tintin my love...my last words...listen and listen well..."

"[Name] please stop and explain!"

"It's this damm uterus!! Take this out!!"

".....what in the great heavens-"

After you finally calmed down (just enough to not make another drama) and explain about the period bro was literally like this 😐

Almost gave him a heart attack but hey! It was hurting you know? You had your reasons.

But after all drama,he soon put his hands at work asking what you wanted and what would make you feel better in his jornalist kinda of way gauthering all the information he could to not need to ask again,only act.

Even more after seen your state,feeling this much pain couldn't be normal.

First thing he did was to get the water compress with hot water for you and quickly get out to buy whatever you asked.

Chocolate,medicine,pads and everything and he new the type since he made sure to ask about it.

Your fluid temper was even a bit funny to watch. In a moment he was cuddling with you because you asked and wanted comfort but suddenly you pushed him away complaining about the closeness.

But as soon he walked a little away you begged for him to come back receiving a well deserved smug look from him.

If you got angry,that was the easy one. He already deal with Haddock,bro now the hints.

"WHY THIS HAPPEN?? IT UNFAIR AS FUCK! WHY I HAVE TO FUCKING BLEED TO DEATH???"

"Indeed,you're right"

"EXACTLY! THIS FUCKING THING! I DON'T EVEN WANT CHILDRENS! WHY THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO ME??? JUST BECAUSE I'M A FUCKING WOMAN?? I DIDN'T MEAN TO BE ONE???"

"Now now..." smoothly coming closer,putting a hand on your shoulder and a chocolate bar on the other. "You're indeed right my dear,now,don't force yourself too much,here" slowly moving the bar towards your mouth that you open and munch the sweet

"There,better?" You nod. "Cuddles and nap?" You nod again and softly follow him.

Bro need one chocolate and a dream lol.

He spend the whole day with you until you feel better,even so he still stay just to be sure that at least the excrutiating pain passed.

And he respect every little thing. You become clingy? He'll keep you around,hugging you from behind,resting his head on your shoulder while watching something, never fully keeping his hands off you.

Want space? He'll keep close just enough to hear and help you with anything you need.

Suddenly feeling sad and ugly? Shower you with compliments saying every little thing he likes or find cute while caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

Renting and mumbling? Keep talking because this man is listening and focused on your words to discuss about it independent of the subject.

Overal,he'll do his utmost best to help yoi with the monthly bloodbath, even more prepared after this first proper experience of your living hell that you'll not pass alone anymore 😘

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A/N: Hey there! Sorry for the late post,just really was working on that one long fic i just posted on my AO3 account but! I'm back now to write the requests that are getting dust on my ask box lol. And bro??? Why and how i'm so close to have 100 followers?? Like what- thank you guys so much! 😘

[g0g0at]

Malevolent part 47

Oooh let’s go

What is that sound???

Thank you for the exact hours Yorick, I’ll be putting that to good use

Oh one of those medieval prison things.

A gibbot? Joyous name mmm

Are we about to get a sick fic esc episode?

Arthur talking about the air again… he’s been doing that a lot this season…

John shaking Arthur “REST GODDAMNIT!!

Bro straight up has the plague

“If Arthur says he’s fine, he’s fine” NO THAT IS NOT TRUE FOR HIM

John is being so understanding

John pep talk

“He was just a man” he also SUCKED

Arthur you’re not a bad person for this my guy

Probably would be dead otherwise ngl

“I don’t have an answer that will make you feel better”

John is already human

I mean you can try but the plague is contagious

“You know what the right path forward is” I mean mostly

“Thanks you keeping us alive” part 2

Hehe John bragging a little

Oh witches hand?

Welp. Time to desecrate a corpse

ARTHUR SHOULD NOT CLIMB HIGH PLACES!! NOT WITH HIS FALLING OFF OF THINGD HISTORY!!

Yorick you’re being sneaky…

Why did I know he was gonna say eye?

Eye gouging time again 😔

Hand of Malevolen(t)ce

“I am in no rush” ok Yorick thanks

Is he seriously climbing this

Couldn’t he tip it?

The laughing cough BAHAHHA

“There are no wrong answers in brain storming” sounds like my highschool teachers

Shame he doesn’t have an axe

How are you gonna get the pin? Shake it?

John has had enough of being dead named

Haha! Rocks!

How good is your aim?

Hey he hit it! John sounds so proud

Wii Golf

Alexander heyo

Alexander please don’t eat the eyes

ALEXANDER STOP THAT!

“I scared him away 😞 “

Is Alexander actively against Yorick?

Bro is calling himself a nerd 💀

For someone “not good at athletics” he’s good and running a such

“You wanted to fit in” HEY HEY HEY

“If they could see me now” *throws rocks at a corpse*

WHAT WAS THAT

Was that John tapping the cage to guide him? That’s a new trick

Mist creature

Oh no split decision

And another hole!

RIGHT NOW?!! WHY NOW?!!

YORICK PRIORITIES PLEASE

Oh dear

This is not good

Arthur you are “folding” again

Black candle?

Dark magic…

Oh dear dark world shit

What is happening

Did it get rid of the creature?

Oh the vanguard and yorick are seperate?

Hmmm

Interesting…

Hey he called him John

Yorick lore

I thought the antithesis was gonna be “the hand of god” ngl

Oh that’s actually useful af

Haha it was the owl!

Lilith? Sent by Kayne maybe?

Oh ok nvm

Arthur is just getting chased by every second outer god oml

Shape shifters…

Maybe Arthur needed to die for whatever reason

Who is she…

Limited uses AUGHHHHH

SCRATCH

Is John hearing those whispers?

Oh dear

Ok ok so. Alexander is or works for Scratch. But if Arthur is her “favourite”. Then…

Mmmm maybe Arthur NEEDED to die and come back, for some reason

Oooh this episode has so much lore

Can you bluff a god like that??

Maybe don’t confront her…

Double lie

I mean you guys are both ok at lying

Arthur is struggling

Oooh ok it’s starting to make sense

So you only gotta worry about her if she’s nearby that’s some benefit

John and Yorick bonding moment?

John saying he’s projecting and that he thought Yorick was a mistake… does that mean… does that mean John thinks that he’s also a mistake?

“Purely for appearances” yeah ok

Very poetic, my friend

Looks like we’re ramping up to the final season(s)

“We’ll stare it down” well… John will

Yeah play it up! Arthur’s acting skills have improved since the train

John is getting excited too BAHHAHA

How close are you guys to the castle?

Oh they’ve all be cut down hmmmm

Mmmm storm environment

King Louis?

Was there an 8th Louis?

So we’re in a different timeline

That’s a LONG reign

King John hehhe

France and England become one country??

Oooooh world building

AYE CASTLE!!

Eeee I’m excited

Hopefully it’s not full of dead people like in Carcosa

“I know far too much, you will need to be more specific”

That’s a big question

He needs some cough drops

He sounds like he’s gonna pass out kinda

King in Yellow has some French influence, this’ll be interesting

Oh my god he needs some soup and cough drops

Yorick sounded kinda concerned for him there dang

Yeah probably better to rest in the castle than the rain

Cows might be difficult to fake

That cough sounds real (if Harlan recorded this while sick I guess it would be)

Gold ring, good choice

Lovely description from John

Oh is this castle fucked up

Good lord that is a horrid cough

Everart… that sounds familiar… oh that’s a disco elysium character

Oh my god he literally sounds like he’s dying

“Not the way you taught me”

He is mixed up HE HAS THE PLAGUE

“Lean on me” I thought he meant literally for a second ngl and was like “well good luck with that”

Let John handle it for a bit

Castle time!!!

Oh the sound design….

Is Yorick in the bag??? Doesn’t matter if he’s quiet if they can SEE HIM

Oh this sound design is AWESOME

Don’t get stabbed…

Oh WHAT

Of course the castle is fucked up why am I surprised

How does he eat? Does he? Fucked up castle

This imagery is nice

Maaaaaaaaan maybe this castle was a bad choice

AH CARCOSA MENTION

All righty castle time!!

Mmmm I’m nervous tho ngl

Oooh can’t wait for next week!! The castle!!