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The Wacky Widow's Woes

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Comedy one-shot

Summary: In a twist of fate, the most obnoxious person on Earth, Gojo Satoru, appeared by your hospital bed. Clearly, the universe had a wicked sense of humor.

Word count: 5k.

Genre: comedy, fluff, yapping (Jujutsu Kaisen au).

Warnings/Tags: humor, no angst, whipped Satoru Gojo, bitchy reader, a lot of jokes about chapter 236 of the JJK manga (my personal healing process), mention of Kitkat, prepare for Gojo's nauseating love for his wife, who's probably sick of him.

Notes: I hope you laugh your ass off while reading this.

You can read my fics on AO3. If you have any questions, don’t be shy and ASK.

On a very, very, very dull autumn afternoon, we find ourselves in a hospital room where its fancy ass curtains are just letting in enough sunlight to cast a gloomy, eerie glow.

There, on the bed, lies a woman who seems to have become one with the medical equipment—or, better to say, a high-tech octopus. Wires and tubes sprout from her body like overgrown vines, connecting her to an orchestra of beeping machines. It's like a twisted version of a modern art installation, where chaos and order collide in a symphony of medical mayhem.

The woman, blissfully oblivious to the cacophony surrounding her, snores away, blissfully lost in dreamland. It's almost comical how she manages to find solace amidst the tangled wires and the chorus of beeps. One might wonder if she's dreaming of a magical place where the cables turn into candy canes and the machines play cheerful tunes instead of somber heartbeats.

The lighting in the room sucks, perhaps to match the mood or new architectural ambiance design. For fuck's sake, who knows! Shadows dance across the walls, conspiring with the flickering fluorescent lights to create an atmosphere that's equal parts unsettling and strangely fascinating.

As if to bring a touch of irony to the scene, a sad excuse for a vase sits on a nearby table, barely holding onto life. Its wilted flowers, once vibrant and alive, now resemble a bouquet of autumn hues gone horribly wrong. It's a symbolic reminder that beauty is fleeting, just like the woman's health, and that even in the darkness, there's a twisted kind of beauty to be found.

The room carries the unmistakable scent of sterile cleanliness, mingled with a hint of despair. It's the kind of smell that makes you want to open a window and let in some fresh air (read jump out), but alas, in this hospital room, fresh air seems like a distant memory.

Well, hold on to your hospital gown because here's a plot twist for you! Picture this: you've been envisioning this serene hospital room, reading it in all its autumnal glory, and guess what? The woman lying on that bed, surrounded by beeping machines and tubes, is none other than... drumroll... you!

Yep, you're the star of the show, ready to wake up and face your second stroke. But hey, don't worry, it's not going to be as boring as your room décor. No, no, life has decided to throw you a curveball and add a dash of excitement to your hospital stay. Who needs a peaceful recovery when you can have a stroke sequel, right?

So get ready to jolt awake and embrace the chaos! Remember, even in between unexpected events, a good sense of humor can be the best medicine. Laughter might not cure your condition, but it can certainly make the hospital experience a little more bearable. So, chin up, brave stroke survivor! Your story is about to take an exciting turn!

Well, well, well.

As you wake up from your beauty sleep, feeling as if you've been smooching a cactus all night, the machines around you decide to unleash their inner DJs with a symphony of beeps. How thoughtful of them to create an auditory masterpiece that grates on your nerves like a tone-deaf choir. Ah, music to your ears, right?

But fear not, the brave warrior of hydration! You are on a noble quest to conquer the desert that has taken residence in your mouth. Summoning every ounce of strength (and probably some residual grumpiness), you muster the strength to ascend from your pillow fortress. With your hand gracefully reaching out for that tempting glass of water, victory feels within reach.

Your hand hovers mid-air as if suspended by an invisible force, frozen in a moment of pure disbelief. Just when you think the universe couldn't possibly play a more mischievous trick on you, there he was—sitting on the couch like he owns the place—the one person you would rather avoid more than a clown with a pie in hand. Seriously, is this some cosmic prank show?

Your eyes widen in disbelief, your heart skips a beat, and you can't help but let out a little groan. It's like the universe is trying to test your resilience, throwing you into this hilariously uncomfortable situation. Oh, the irony!

You: Hell no! What the fuck are you doing here?

Right in front of your very eyes sits the epitome of style and charm—a man sporting a white shirt and black pants combo that would weaken fashion gurus at the knees. No sunglasses dare cross the path of this confident fellow, for his piercing ocean-blue eyes need no protection from the sun's feeble attempts to outshine them.

But wait, there's more! Let's not forget about his head adorned with fluffy white hair that could rival the fluffiest clouds. Ugh!

Satoru: Hello to you too, love!

He strikes a pose that screams, "I'm the king of this couch!" With one leg casually crossed over the other and his arms spread wide on the back of the couch, he's claiming his throne in the most nonchalant and hilarious way possible.

Satoru: Is this how you greet your beloved husband?

You: Fuck off!

With the speed of a ninja on a caffeine high, you swiftly pull the blanket up to your chest, fully aware that the hospital gowns offer about as much coverage as a single sheet of tissue paper. Yes, those flimsy garments are the Victoria's Secret of the medical world—barely there and leaving little to the imagination! And just when you thought the situation couldn't get any more entertaining, you catch a glimpse of his famous smile. Asshole! Is he peeping on you?

Satoru: Aha! The feisty spirit lives on! Missed your sassy attitude.

He grins like a mischievous little rascal who just stumbled upon a secret stash of dad jokes, except it's a porn website!

Satoru: And, of course, your perked-up nipples!

Summoning your inner grumpy penguin, you dramatically cross your arms over your chest, shooting him a glare that could make a grizzly bear retreat in fear.

You: well, Mr. White-Haired Head with a stinky smirk and eyes bluer than a bottle of Windex, I didn't miss you AT ALL!

Satoru: Why, oh why, did you dye your hair white if you claim not to miss me, baby? Is it some secret signal to the hair gods that you're ready to experience the adventure of life without my captivating presence? Or perhaps it's your way of channeling the wisdom of Gandalf and Dumbledore, hoping that your newly snowy locks will grant you magical powers to forget all about me?

You: Hold your horses, chatterbox! My hair has turned snowy white without any meddling from me. No, I didn't secretly sprinkle it with magic hair dye while cackling like a mischievous sorcerer, you idiot!

Satoru: Whoopsie daisy! You've got a point there. Did I accidentally step on your delicate feelings, wise and experienced grandma?

In a grand display of determination, you muster every ounce of strength to grab the pillow behind your back, preparing to launch it at him. Alas, it seems the strength of a thousand paperclips has possessed your hands, rendering them feeble and incapable of fulfilling your pillow-throwing dreams. The valiant effort leaves you gasping for air as if you have just completed a marathon of pillow-tossing.

Satoru: Yowai mo!

He erupts into laughter, showcasing his undeniable talent as a professional tease.

You: Cut the crapola! Spill the beans! What on earth has brought you to this neck of the woods?

With your firm tone that could rival a drill sergeant's, the machine begins beeping faster than a sugar-rushed hummingbird on roller skates. It's as if the beeps are making their best impression of a hyperactive jazz band, matching the frantic tempo of your skyrocketing heart rates.

Satoru: I'll be rolling on the floor in laughter if you drop dead from the sheer intensity of your anger, Granny. Let's be real; finding inner peace is way more beneficial for you in the long run. Just saying!

You: Satoru!

Satoru: Yep, that's me. Breaking hearts and taking names. Can't a poor soul like me simply pay a visit to my dear wife on her deathbed?

You: Hell to the no! You can't just waltz in our life whenever you please! Sorry, but you lost that VIP visiting privilege when you—

Satoru: Oh, and on that note, could that charming chick who graced you with her presence earlier be our beloved daughter?

You sigh, exasperated, and gently rub your forehead as if trying to coax that headache into submission. Ah, the joys of a headache that seems set on conquering you before any actual sickness does. With a dramatic sweep of your hand across your face, you channel your inner drama queen and then grab your neck.

You: Oh, please, for the love of all that is awkward, just tell me that you didn't try to work your "smooth moves" on her.

Satoru: I was this close to making a move, you know? She's like a spitting image of when I was head over heels for you! It's like you've managed to clone yourself or something. Should I be worried? Did you secretly stash away all my precious genes and hoard them for your own amusement? Well, I guess I can't blame you for wanting to keep all those sperms to yourself! But seriously, she doesn't look like me at all. I am hurt!

He pouts like a baby, forever stuck in his eternal state of immaturity, but you aren't about to let that deter you. With an air of defiance, you casually lean against the hospital bed board, gazing intently at the serum making its grand entrance into your veins. Oh, and that obnoxious machine chiming away? You can't help but wish it could just shut up.

You: It's actually better for her, you know. At least she doesn't have anything that serves as a constant reminder of her absent father, who couldn't even be bothered to be present during her birth!

Your words are like a sarcasm waterfall, cascading with vicious wit. You've mastered the art of tongue-in-cheek remarks, and while you're fully aware of their potency, you couldn't care less. It's like you've got a license to sass, and you're not afraid to use it, even if it makes the world say, "Well, ain't you a delightful ray of sunshine!"

Satoru: Let's not paint the picture as if I had some glamorous options! Nope, I was bestowed with the honor of being the designated problem-solver, the one expected to handle it all while gracefully tiptoeing through—

You: Oh, pretty please! If it's not too much trouble, continue your reign as the honored one through heaven and earth, while sparing me from any additional bouts of annoyance. I must say, it's quite the talent you possess—being both honored and a master of irritation. Quite the balancing act, I must admit!

As you clench the blanket in desperation, that rebellious needle gleefully plunges itself into your hand. Fuck unexpected pain! And there, decorating your arm like a chilling masterpiece, are the bruises—trophy marks from your encounters with the needle army. Who knew injections could become an avant-garde art form? With tears welling up and the air growing thinner, it feels like the room is leaving you gasping for breath just to have a twisted sort of fun. Bravo, universe, for your fucked up sense of humor! A standing ovation for this macabre spectacle.

Satoru: Love?

You: …

Satoru: Baby?

You: …

Satoru: My Wondrous Whipped Cream Warrior, the Caramel Crusader, the Sprinkle Spritzer, the Marshmallow Maestro, the Treat Tornado, the Sugar Rush Superstar, the Jelly-filled Joy Bringer, and the Sweetness Sorceress who turns my world into a Never-ending Dessert Buffet! The Honeyed Pussy of—

You: WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT, SATORU?

You are wheezing like a chain-smoking asthmatic, desperately gasping for air, and his attitude is about as helpful as a wet matchstick. You and the mysteries of poor life choices! What possessed you, in that twisted moment of madness, to willingly plunge into the depths of infatuation with him? It's a dark, twisted enigma that not even the Grim Reaper could decipher.

Satoru: Are you still mad?

As you tilt your head, there he is, looking at you with those big, blue eyes, like a lost poppy desperately trying to win the "Most Heart-Melting Flower" award. What a sneaky trickster! He knows exactly what he is doing, employing his secret weapon of irresistible gazes, and darn it; it works like a charm! You can't resist the powers of those eyes, and you reluctantly surrender, cursing his effective tactics while secretly admiring his diabolical brilliance. Well played, Mr. Blue-Eyed Mother Fucker, well played.

You: I never stopped being mad at you!

Satoru: Fair, but you have to know that—

You: Spare me the creative excuses, please! You pulled off the greatest magic trick of all—knocking me up—and then poof! You disappeared into thin air, leaving me with a growing belly and a bewildered expression. Good job, Houdini!

Satoru: You're welcome, baby. But you've got to cut me some slack here! My job description practically has "Accident Enthusiast" written all over it. It's not like I wake up in the morning, rubbing my hands together, thinking, "Oh boy, I can't wait for another mishap!" So, let's blame it on my occupational hazard, shall we?

You: Oh, well, then, thank you so much for gracing us with your presence again! You chose to go down that path because, of course, you believed you were the one and only capable being in the universe. And oh, how lucky we are that you decided to leave me and our daughter behind. It's truly heartwarming to see you saunter back into our lives after years like it's just another casual stroll in the park. I mean, who needs a father figure during precious moments like birth, first words, and first steps, right? Clearly, you had more important things to attend to. Our daughter has grown up and gone through school, and I've had the pleasure of explaining why her dad couldn't be bothered to pick her up like those "normal" dads. Graduation, dating, first job—she did it all without you, and we couldn't be more grateful for your consistent absence. Now you have the audacity to—

You start coughing, and each painful gasp feels like your lungs are being ruthlessly ripped apart, leaving behind crimson stains on your once immaculate sheets and hands. And there he stands, towering tall, as handsome as the day he first stole your heart. It's just not fair that he still looks so good while sickness has mercilessly drained the life from your weary soul. He approaches you, the lingering scent of vanilla clinging to him, a bittersweet reminder of what you once cherished but now resentfully long for.

Satoru: Take a sip of water. Do you want me to help you?

Oh, he's all worried now, isn't he? But honestly, after enduring all that post-him misery, you're not about to let him off the hook just because he's offering a glass of water. Come on, you might be a little dumb, but you're not "drink-water-and-forget-all-the-pain" dumb! Nice try, buddy, but you'll need more than H2O to wash away the mess you left behind.

You: I DON'T NEED YOUR GODDAMN HELP! How about you kindly take a flying leap back to wherever you've been hiding all this time? I'm sure you've perfected your disappearing act by now. And don't forget to leave behind a trail of glittering resentment as you go, just to keep things spicy. Ta-ta, farewell, and may you step on a thousand Lego bricks on your way out!

Satoru: Listen up, partner in crime! I've had enough of leaving you to your own devices. It's been tough for me, too, and I sincerely apologize for piling on the hardship. But I learned my lesson! Starting right this very moment, I'm making a solemn vow never to ditch you again. Consider me your loyal sidekick, ready to tackle life's challenges together, even if it means enduring endless reruns of your favorite TV show or subjecting myself to your cooking experiments. We're in this for the long haul, love!

You use the sleeve of your flimsy, ridiculous gown to clumsily wipe away the blood from your mouth, all the while shooting him a perplexed look. Seriously, how on earth does he still manage to gaze at you with those doe eyes, all lovey-dovey, when you're rocking the vampire-on-a-sunlit-day aesthetic?

You: So, you decided to grace me with your presence just because I'm sick?

Satoru: Yes.

You: I see how it is! You're not here because you missed me, huh?

Satoru: Uh-oh, am I about to witness another round of your infamous anger? But hey, before you explode like a volcano, let me enlighten you that I didn't write the rulebook on how things work. Nope, not my area of expertise. Turns out, the universe didn't consult me when setting up the whole system. It seems they left me out of the committee meeting where they decided the rules of life. Classic!

You: Does it hurt?

Satoru: It hurt me badly because I snapped in half like a Kit-Kat bar. And no, there wasn't a delicious wafer filling in between, just pure pain and emotional wreckage.

You: Come on, Satoru! This is not the time for your quirky sense of humor. I mean, seriously, I saw your guts out in the open, and to top it off, ants decided to take a leisurely hike on them.

Satoru: TV producers really went all out with the graphic details, huh? Sure, I appreciate high-definition viewing, but did they need a close-up of my stuff? Talk about taking reality TV to a whole new level! I hope they provided a warning. Note to self: avoid snacking while watching shows that involve anatomical explorations!

You: SATORU!

Satoru: Alright, alright, no need to get serious! Can't a man crack a joke about his own death around here? Fine, I'll hold your hand during the whole thing. You know, I once spouted that cliché line about dying alone, but let's face it, that was a load of nonsense. Nobody goes down that final road solo. It's like a grand exit party!

You: Oh, really? So, you had some company, huh? Well, you know what they say: ignorance is bliss. I don't need the details, and my imagination can take a wild ride all on its own

Satoru: Jealousy looks good on you, love.

As he bends closer, his breath tickles your lips, making you wonder if he had onions for lunch. With a dramatic flourish, he grabs your chin as if auditioning for a cheesy romance movie. And then, like a vacuum cleaner on turbo mode, he plants a kiss that sucks the air right out of your lungs. It's like indulging in a dessert buffet filled with marshmallows, caramel, and insulin shots. Who needs a thrill ride at an amusement park when you can experience a sugar rush of epic proportions? You may be risking diabetes, but hey, at least you'll be leaving this world with a sweet tooth satisfied and an unforgettable, albeit comical, memory of that last smooch.

Unfortunately, after what feels like a fleeting eternity, he decides to break the kiss. As your eyes meet, you can't help but sneak a glance downwards, wondering if his pants harbored any surprises. Alas, it appears that either he's a master of disguise or ghosts have taught him their spectacular talent for concealment. Sneaky whores!

Satoru: Are you ready to go?

Oh, snap! Once the horniness fades away, reality hits you like a ton of bricks. Holy shit! How did you manage to forget about your daughter? Leaving her behind is definitely not the best parenting move. Time to snap back into responsible mode and give that little one the attention she deserves. Parenthood: where forgetfulness meets a reality check!

You: Will she be okay?

Satoru: She's our little munchkin. She'll be alright.

You: I want to see her for the last time.

Satoru: You can see her whenever you want.

You: WHAT?

He scratches his head, messing up his undercut, desperately trying to dodge eye contact like a game of social hide-and-seek.

Satoru: Ops! Did I just spill the beans on one of the perks of the afterlife? My bad! My master plan was to witness that priceless guilty expression on your face when we reached the pearly gates. Imagine your shock when you realized you blamed me for no reason, only to discover I had a front-row seat to all your shenanigans during all those years! Oh, the things I've seen! I know how many times you've touched yourself thinking about me! No judging, though! And yes, I know you secretly fumed when our little bundle of joy uttered "Dada" before "Mama." Don't worry, I won't tell a soul... except, you know, all the other souls up there. It's the ultimate celestial gossip!

You: WHAT? YOU KNOW EVERYTHING? THEN WHY THE FUCK YOU ASKED IF SHE'S OUR DAUGHTER?

Satoru: First, just to tickle your pickle. Second, as I cunningly planned.

You: You're still a brat!

Satoru: And you're still as beautiful as the day I lost you.

You: Smooth words, my friend, but let's not kid ourselves. I won't buy into any deceit. I'm old, wrinkled, and sick. Time and disease are killing me, just as you hated. Meanwhile, you continue to flaunt that glorious chiseled chest and those rock-hard butt cheeks.

Satoru: Thank you, ma'am, for keeping my ass in your thoughts. Speaking of which, I must confess I've made some boneheaded decisions along the way. Opting for death in the name of someone else can seem like a breeze compared to the complexity of choosing to live for them. So, kudos to you for being the badass who faced life's challenges to honor my memory.

You: I hope this is not just a dream.

Satoru: We can give it a try and see for ourselves.

As Satoru reaches out his hand, something extraordinary unfolds—the machine starts beeping. You look at the device, noticing that the time between beeps gradually increases. But then, your gaze shifts to your cherished spouse, the man whose absence has left an indelible void within you. The man with whom you would have fearlessly confronted doomsday on that fateful December 24th in 2018, had it not been for the fact that you were carrying his last trace of existence, a precious legacy nestled within your very being.

You: You feel so warm.

Satoru: Some things never change.

His hand gracefully slides towards your waist, triggering a chain reaction of chaos. Those pesky wires and tubes that were so dutifully attached to you? Well, they decide it's time for a break and go on a wild unplugging spree. It's like a rebellious dance party of freedom for those little connectors! And just when you thought things couldn't get any more exciting, your feet are about to touch the chilly floor, ready to embark on an unplanned adventure.

You: Hold up! Fetch my wheelchair for me!

Satoru: You don't need it anymore.

As you place your feet on the floor, you can't help but chuckle at the fact that your knees manage to hold up, allowing you to stand upright. The machines emit a continuous beeping sound, indicating a flat line on the monitor. Suddenly, the door swings open, and a troupe of nurses storm into the room. They swiftly gather around your motionless body lying on the bed. One nurse examines your vital signs, another administers an injection into your vein, and a third retrieves a machine to deliver cardiac shocks in an attempt to revive you. Witnessing these intense moments, you hold Satoru's hand tighter.

You: I don't want to come back.

Satoru: Are you sure?

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes and trickle down your cheeks as you gaze at him.

You: Yeah. I've spent more time living with your memory than I've had the opportunity to live alongside you.

Satoru's grip on your hand intensifies like he's determined to etch his touch into your very being. He lifts your hand delicately, planting a tender kiss upon it. Drawing you closer to him, he envelopes you in an embrace, burying your face in the warmth of his chest. With gentle affection, he presses a kiss upon the crown of your head, leaning his head upon yours.

As teardrops trickle onto your head, you find yourself clinging to him desperately, as if trying to hold onto the fragments of a shattered existence. In that agonizing moment, the harsh reality of his unfulfilled roles crashes down upon you like a relentless wave. He has endured the torment of being a husband bereft of a wife, a father denied a child, and a sensei forsaken his students.

Satoru: I will never let go of you anymore.

You: Is this just another one of those "oops, my bad" promises? You know, like when you swore to be to hold me for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health?

Satoru: Heyyy! I held you till death do us part. I even remember, the night before my, um, grand finale, I held you so good that you had spread your legs, moaning my name and begging me to hold you harder.

Just as you are ready to break free from his grasp and deliver a well-deserved bonk on his clueless head, the scene takes an unexpected turn. Your doctor rushes into the room and towards your bed, barking orders left and right, and proceeds to administer yet another mysterious injection into your poor, defenseless vein.

Deciding to redirect your attention, you avert your gaze and catch sight of your reflection in the nearby window. To your astonishment, your hair has magically reverted to its former glory, defying the clutches of time. Wrinkles? Vanished as if a skilled magician performed a grand disappearing act. You're suddenly transported back to the good ol' days of youthfulness. Bewildered, you inspect your once-bruised hands, only to find them as flawless as a newborn's.

You: Satoru? What's—

Satoru: I know, right? It turns out one of the unexpected bonuses of kicking the bucket is that you get to rock your sexiest form once again. So, brace yourself because I won't behave when you sashay around in that gorgeous drop-dead gown. I can't keep it in my pants till we arrive and I start making cream pies and babies with you!

You: Oh, my goodness! Does it actually work in the afterlife as well?

Satoru: You're referring to my... um, dick? Let me tell you, it still has the same old magic, if not a little extra pizzazz! It's like a fine wine, aging gracefully and delivering peak performance in the afterlife. Who knew there would be such perks beyond the grave?

You: No, idiot! I mean babies!

Satoru: How should I know? I made sure to wear a condom during my frisky encounters with angels.

You can't help but release an exasperated breath, causing your ears to turn as red as a tomato in a sauna. The thought of giving him a good old-fashioned strangling and sending him off to the after-afterlife has you chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

Satoru: Would it tickle your funny bone if I threw caution to the wind and played a game of "heavenly roulette" with unprotected encounters, potentially earning myself some out-of-this-world STD souvenirs?

With a masterful brow raise and a world-class eye roll, you are all set to deliver the ultimate "exit stage left" move. But he pulls off the ultimate surprise maneuver and hits you with the "Hold up, wait a minute" move. He has a secret superpower to freeze you in your snarky tracks! Goddammit! Those puppy eyes again.

Satoru: I was joking, okay? I just jerked off while watching your showering or self-exploration activities. I mean, fingering yourself while calling my name. That's it! Okay? Also, we should have a talk about that dildo you named Hollow Purple!

You: So, it seems you shamelessly watched everything, hm?

Satoru: Yes. Absolutely! I had a lot of spare time to slay, and, hey, let's not divert our attention from the Hollow Purple subject, you dirty little mouse!

You: God! Kill me already!

Satoru: Why? You're just itching to infiltrate the kingdom of my pants, aren't you?

You: You know what? I've had a change of heart. I'd rather try my chances with cosmic sickness than spend an eternity with your delightful company!

Satoru: Goodness gracious! You and your fiery temper! How on earth did you manage to cast a spell on me, making me fall for you?

You: It's common knowledge among our friends that everybody should bow down to your shameless expertise in the art of begging!

Satoru: Is that so?

He displays a smug smirk, his arms crossed firmly over his chest.

Satoru: Well, we can ask when we see them.

Your eyes go from their regular setting to full-on "wide-angle lens" mode, capturing the world in all its wide-eyed wonder. It is as if someone presses the "zoom" button on your peepers, revealing a comical level of astonishment.

You: They are there, too?

Satoru: Oh boy, buckle up for Nanamin's epic rage when he discovers our fashionably late entrance!

You: Well, chop-chop! Time to hit the road! We wouldn't want to unleash the wrath of the entire afterlife just because your chatty ass decided to go on such a long monologue!

He leans in and gently kisses your forehead, intertwining his fingers with yours as he guides you towards the door. As you both stand at the doorway, you cast a lingering gaze upon the nurses and doctor, who seem to have thrown in the towel on their attempts to revive you.

Satoru: I can't wait to spook everyone alongside you. You'll forever be my always.

Author's Note: I had an absolute blast writing this.

@enchantedforest-network 🤍

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peach-princess-snz · 24 days

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Baizhu Snzfic (Part 2)

Pairing: Baizhu x OC

Includes: allergies, stifles, let out, false alarm... and more

Art by SayuuHiro

The long way up the stairs to Bubu Pharmacy had never felt longer on this hot summer day. Why would they build a pharmacy so high up in the first place? Who in Teyvat thought, "Ah yes, let's make people do an entire cardio routine if they wanna get their meds - that'll surely cure them!" I wonder what Dr Baizhu thinks of it. Ehsan chuckled at the thought of Baizhu throwing his hands in the air dramatically and rolling his eyes at the incompetency of people around him. Step. Step. One more step, and he was at the top. The wide, rounded entrance of Bubu Pharmacy tempted him with its dimly lit interior, and he could almost feel the cool breeze coming from the inside. Gui, the pharmacist at the front, noticed him first and waved.

"Good afternoon, welcome back! Eyy-saan, was it?" Gui looked at the guest, seeking confirmation.

"Uh, yeah, I'm good with that."

Gui noted something in a big book and moved it over to the side of the counter in one swift gesture. "How may I help you? Aah, you must be looking for Dr Baizhu. He is in the back, getting the medicine ready for his 3 o'clock appointment. I will let him know you stopped by."

The pharmacist barely finished his sentence as the door on his left swung open, and a familiar tall figure with long green hair, a flowy blue coat loosely draped over his shoulders, and a white snake coiled around his neck entered the room. The man seemed fixated on a couple of brown pouches in his hands.

"Gui, I will need more sweet flowers and slime condensate, and for Rex Lapis' sake, where is Qiqi?" Dr Baizhu looked up, shifting his weight to one side impatiently.

Gui glanced at the doctor, then at Ehsan who was still standing at the entrance.

"Oh, my!" Baizhu's voice switched to the drawn-out purr he assumed with his patients. "Ehsan, please accept my sincere apologies. If I knew you were visiting, I'd brew some of that tea you enjoyed last time you were here," he said, setting the pouches down on the counter.

Gui sighed with the sigh of an underpaid employee too tired to question his supervisor and began scribbling a note. "Qiqi is still in the mountains," he replied. "I pray to the archons that she didn't get stuck between the rocks... again. I will make sure she gets your message when she returns."

"Thank you! Now that you say that, I am considering taking a stroll into the mountains to ascertain her well-being firsthand. The thought of any harm befalling my little Qiqi troubles me deeply, particularly as our herbal supplies dwindle. Now, where were we? Ehsan! How are you feeling today?"

"Thank you, Dr Baizhu, I'm doing quite well. I haven't made another trip to the Chasm yet, but definitely considering it for my vacation destination next week," Ehsan chuckled, exposing his perfect white teeth. "I was wondering if you were feeling any better?"

It's been two days since the accident, and, judging by his elevated mood and glowing skin, the doctor seemed to be in perfect health. Ehsan wondered for a second how one could recover from an illness so quickly when he saw Baizhu sniffle and quickly dab his nose on the back of his hand. Looks like even the most talented doctor is not immune to the fragility of human nature.

"Truly, I am flattered by your concern about my well-being, but I assure you there is no need to worry. My chronic condition tends to flare up from time to time, but I am feeling perfectly fine today." Baizhu smiled and gave a little pet to Changsheng, comfortably resting on his shoulders. "Did you by chance come back for more herbs to help expedite your recovery?”

"I actually stopped by just to see you," Ehsan almost let the words slip out of his mouth. "I actually stopped by just for a moment. I wouldn’t want to take up too much of your time as I see that you already have a lot on your plate." Nailed it.

Baizhu sniffled again and tilted his head quizzically. "Well, if that's the case, allow me to at least walk you out."

As Baizhu was passing Ehsan, Changsheng gave the Sumeru scholar a long look as if she knew something about him that even he did not.

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"So, ahem..." Baizhu cleared his throat. "Where are you headed next?"

Ehsan couldn't help but notice that the tip of the doctor's nose had turned pink as they began descending the stairs. Was it just his imagination? Ehsan felt a wave of tingles rush down his back and hurriedly turned away from the doctor's face.

"Ah, my schedule is pretty flexible. In fact, I've decided to take a day off from writing my thesis. Um… I was wondering if I could help with the search for your assistant? I've been meaning to explore Liyue beyond the Chasm, and this looks like a perfect opportunity."

Baizhu's face took on a concerned expression as he squinted his eyes and looked in the distance. Changsheng slithered down his body onto the ground and continued moving beside them. "Was I being disrespectful? Should I not have offered? Does he... not want my company?" Ehsan's usually collected thoughts were scattered all over the place.

"That would be most generous of you," Baizhu finally replied with a soft smile. As he said that, his nostrils suddenly twitched, forcing the doctor to bring a hand to his nose and give it a little rub. Ehsan's cheeks turned red, and he prayed that Baizhu would not notice the difference on his bronze skin. The doctor, however, seemed preoccupied with something else as his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. He sniffled again, wetly.

"Ehsan, I have to admit, I was delighted by your offer to accompany me. If I may be so bold, would you be willing to share your knowledge of herbal remedies in Sumeru? I find myself enraptured by the intricacies of medicinal practices in other nations, and your insights would be most enlightening."

"Of course! It is my pleasure as a scholar of Amurta..." Ehsan began as he heard the doctor's breath hitch, "...to share what little I know of..." Baizhu's breath hitched again, and it took all of Ehsan's willpower not to look over at the doctor, "...the biological, uh, structure of the, umm, world." He could not help but glance at his companion, now frozen in a perfect pre-sneeze expression, his eyebrows folded, eyes shut, lips slightly parted, and his face lifted towards the sun. The next moment Baizhu ducked into his elbow with a strong "Hiih... He-kxXnt!"

Distracted, Ehsan tripped on a perfectly smooth road but caught himself just in time. Baizhu did not seem to notice. He lifted his face away from his elbow and took one brief look at the sun, which seemed to be just enough to make his breath hitch again until he forcefully jerked forward with another stifled "Hiih’NKxshh!!"

Baizhu blinked and shook his head. "Please excuse me! Huh, look at that, as soon as I proclaim my well-being, I promptly make a fool of myself," he chuckled.

"I-uh... I assure you that is not the case... Ahem, as I was saying, I'd be happy to talk about Sumeru. Do you have any particular questions?" Ehsan struggled to compose himself. Normally, he could always push his emotions aside to make way for more important things. Yet today this task seemed almost impossible for a reason Ehsan did not want to admit to himself.

"Alright," Baizhu agreed, smiling. "My first question is, what is that exquisite scent you are wearing? I can discern some familiar notes, yet I cannot place them." Baizhu inhaled deeply, evaluating the fragrance. "Hmm, similar to glaze lilies, but much stronger, and with a hii-... hint of sweet fl…hih-flowers." Baizhu's eyelids fluttered and he brought his elbow up to cover another sneeze, but it seemed to escape him as the doctor lowered his arm with a sigh.

Ehsan felt the ground fall out from underneath his feet. He was indeed wearing a perfume he bought in Port Ormos before his trip to Liyue to remind him of home, and he did indeed hope that it would impress Dr Baizhu... just not like this.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Ehsan uttered softly. "I hope you are not allergic to my perfume? I would never have worn it if I had any idea..."

"Nonsense! I'm just... hih... enjoying the delicate scent, and this sudden outburst is likely completely unrelated," Baizhu declared cheerfully. "So, what are the exotic ingredients in your fragrance?"

"I-uhh..." Ehsan attempted to recall the label on the bottle containing the source of Baizhu’s misery. When that failed, he began listing random plants in hopes that at least one of them was correct. "Yes, the scent comes from traditional Sumeru flowers like nilotpala lotus, padisarah, sumeru rose..." Ehsan stopped as he heard Baizhu draw a sharp breath. He watched as the doctor tilted his head back, shut his eyes, and erupted in another semi-stifled fit, barely caught by his elbow.

"Hiih... Hheh... eKschh! Hih-hih... nGKkt-chew! Heh-kshuu!"

Baizhu paused with his face still buried into the crook of his arm. His chest expanded as he took a deep breath and lurched forward, struggling to contain his sneezes that seemed to be getting stronger the more he tried to stifle them.

"Huh... Hh-eKSCHew!! Haa-aKXTShhew! Ugh... snff.. Excuse me."

Baizhu finally put his arm down, removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"Bless you! Once again, please forgive me if your, err... current condition is due to my carelessness,” Ehsan began. "I should not have assumed that Sumeru plants were harmless to..."

"Ehsan, you of all people should not be apologizing for an oversight on my part," Baizhu interrupted. "If I didn't forget to bring my handkerchief, you would not have been subjected to my utter lack of manners."

"But I do want to be subjected," Ehsan thought and immediately bit his tongue so as not to say anything stupid.

Changsheng made a noise in between a hiss and a scoff. "I too enjoy taking a short break once in a while, but if we don't get a move on, we might just lose our favorite herb collector, and you will have to run errands all by yourssself, Baizhu."

"Heh-AhTSHoo!" This time Baizhu didn't have time to cover and instead turned to the side with his hand hovering over his face helplessly. "Ah... snff... Yes, we should probably keep... hiih... g..." The doctor's eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows darted upwards. His voice trailed off as his breath wavered.

"Huh!.. Hh!.. Ahhhh," Baizhu opened his eyes and sighed wearily. "I am truly sorry for this display," he said quietly. "I do wish my adverse react... hiih.. was not a hh-hindrance to this otherwise pleasant conversation." Baizhu looked up searching for the sun through half-closed eyelids. His nostrils quivered impatiently and his nose wrinkled, and the doctor stood motionless, taking in air in short, rapid bursts. After a moment he sighed again and rubbed his nose vigorously. He turned to Ehsan.

"Oh, please, don't look at me with this concern in your eyes," Baizhu tried to give his companion a reassuring smile, but deep embarrassment and discomfort were written all over his face. "Truly, I am alright, my body is simply not cooperating with me today, but it's nothing to worry about. I promise you."

Baizhu's voice sounded more leveled and his sentences dropped their embellishments. He sounded almost... somber, for reasons unknown to Ehsan who took the doctor's change of tone as proof of his own guilt.

"I'm... So sorry," he mumbled. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Now, now, we should really get going," Baizhu smiled. "After all, we're here to save Qiqi, not me."

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They left Liyue Harbor's gates and continued their way up the road. Ehsan kept hearing Baizhu's sniffling and an occasional soft gasp for air, but he couldn't bring himself to look at the doctor. The most he could do now was help Dr Baizhu as much as possible and not make the situation any more awkward. Ehsan kept walking and almost didn't notice when Baizhu stopped following him. Ehsan turned around to witness the tall figure of his companion standing on the side of the road, his head tilted up and his eyes shut. His shoulders tensed up as his lips parted and he took a shaky breath.

"Hiih... Ah... Huuh..."

Nothing. Baizhu wiped his nose with the side of his hand, exhausted by the persistent tickle that didn’t seem to be getting better any time soon.

He noticed Ehsan staring at him and laughed it off, reassuring the scholar that "it was nothing to worry about" and "seriously, Ehsan will make him blush if he keeps giving him so much sympathy." They continued walking with Baizhu slowing down every couple of minutes to try and relieve the itch buried deep inside his nose to no avail. After some time, Baizhu requested to sit down on a broken bench under an old oak tree on the side of the road. Ehsan joined him. The doctor looked weary and kept pressing the back of his gloved hand to his reddened nostrils glistening with moisture.

"When on the road, one should take ample time to pause and appreciate the wondrous scenery along the way," Baizhu finally said, looking at the blue sky dreamily.

"You're about to collapse, aren't you?" Changsheng responded without hesitation.

Baizhu was about to say something when his gaze went blank and he drew a sharp breath.

"Oh, come on!" Changsheng exclaimed impatiently. "If you weren't so dead set on trying to be polite, you'd feel much better without needing to sit down and catch your breath." She then turned to Ehsan, silently demanding his participation in the discussion.

Baizhu sighed and slumped on the bench. "I'll be alright. I just hh-... need a moh... hhh-... ment."

Ehsan felt bad for the doctor, but this feeling was mixed with a sort of excitement that gave the scholar goosebumps. He didn't realize as his intrusive thoughts got the best of him:

"Dr Baizhu, if I may, sometimes your body just needs a slight push to help it get rid of the allergen and make you feel better."

Ehsan froze with his mouth still slightly agape, unable to believe in the reality of what he had just proposed.

Changsheng gave him a curious look but didn't say anything. Baizhu lifted his head and looked at Ehsan. His soft green hair spilled out from his bun and unruly strands were now framing his elegant face, making him look ethereal in the dappled golden light filtering through the canopy above. "Did you have an idea?"

Ehsan almost jumped at the question. Baizhu did not seem like somebody who easily accepted the help of others. But if what Ehsan heard two days ago, albeit muffled by the walls of the pharmacy, was really what he thought it was... Ehsan's cheeks flushed crimson.

"I um... could help you... sneeze," the last word was so quiet it almost got lost in the breeze. Baizhu's piercing golden eyes seemed to widen, and his vertical pupils turned into thin lines.

"Alright, I have to admit, I'm intrigued. Mostly because I'd never expected to see such an offer coming from you." Baizhu's lips stretched into a smirk, and he sniffled wetly. "Suffice to say, it feels different to be on the receiving side of a treatment, but I... hiih-..." Baizhu's breath hitched, and he lost track of his thoughts. "Ahem, what I'm trying to say is, I guess, as a doctor, I myself should be an example of a perfect patient readily accepting hii-... the…"

Ehsan saw the desperation in Baizhu's eyes, barely masked by his pretend nonchalant attitude.

As the doctor sighed and rubbed his nose again, Ehsan bent down and pulled out a thin blade of grass, soft with a pointed tip. He looked at Dr Baizhu, hesitating. The doctor seemed calm, if a little tense, whether from the persistent itch in his nose or the peculiar situation they found themselves in. Ehsan reached out toward Baizhu's face but stopped himself, afraid that the doctor would burst out laughing at how silly Ehsan must look, exposing the affair as a joke he never took seriously. However, Baizhu's facial expression remained neutral, and he didn't pull away from Ehsan's hand. Ehsan carefully cupped Baizhu's cheek, feeling the warmth of his soft skin under his fingertips. He looked into Baizhu’s eyes, as if asking for permission. The doctor sniffled again and reached out for his nose instinctively, but Ehsan stopped his hand and put it back on the bench. Baizhu's bright eyes lit up with curiosity. Ehsan brought the thin blade of grass to the doctor's right nostril and brushed it gently. Baizhu's nostrils twitched, and the bridge of his nose wrinkled. Fascinated, Ehsan brushed the outside of the left nostril to witness the same reaction. Baizhu blinked a couple of times and exhaled shakily. Ehsan inserted the grass blade inside the doctor's nose and gave it a slight twirl. Baizhu's breath wavered as his eyes rolled back and his eyelids dropped. Ehsan kept rotating the grass blade, slowly climbing deeper into the doctor's quivering nose. Baizhu's breath was now hitching uncontrollably and his eyebrows darted up, forming a triangle. He tilted his head up, leaning away from the grass blade that was now tickling deep inside his irritated nose. Ehsan responded by pushing the grass blade further in as Baizhu audibly gasped for air. "Aaah!.." The swift movements of Ehsan's fingers sped up as Baizhu's nose kept scrunching up and twitching, buzzing with an unbearable itch. "Ah!.. Hh... Hh... HaaH!.." Baizhu lifted a hand motioning for Ehsan to stop, but the scholar was too entranced by the show to pay attention to anything but the doctor's red, twitchy nostrils and his shaky breath. "Aaah!!.." Baizhu froze for a split second before jerking forward towards Ehsan violently. The scholar quickly snatched the grass blade away as Baizhu erupted in an uncovered sneezing fit, misting Ehsan's lap with tiny droplets of spray.

"Huh'dSCHh'sshuh!! Huh'dSCHh'ssh! Hiih... Hiih... Hiih'IISSSHiuu! Haah.. Ah-kTSHHew!.. Hh... Heh-Eh'sSCHew! Eh'sSCH'ew!............................ Huh... Hh..." Baizhu paused with his eyes still shut and took another slow deep breath. Without thinking, Ehsan reached out and slid the wet grass blade back into the doctor's irritated nostril, making the latter gasp and lurch forward with a loud "Hhah!!... Ah'eeKSCHHew! Ah!.. Ae'SCHoo!...................Huh-AaahSCHHew! Ugh..."

The doctor blinked rapidly, collecting himself. He sniffled, trying to stop his dripping nose from making a mess, then grabbed a sleeve of his coat and buried his face into it.

Ehsan flicked the grass blade away, not taking his eyes off the absolutely breathtaking god-like figure sitting next to him dabbing the thick fabric to his sensitive nose and misty eyes.

"Phew... Ahem," Baizhu coughed into the sleeve a little longer than needed to clear his throat. "I have never experienced anything quite like it, that's for sure," he finally said, still wiping his nose in an upward motion. He then turned his attention to Ehsan and his face dropped.

"Oh, archons!! I am so, so sorry! Please do accept my sincerest apologies, I did not mean to... erm... make such a mess, let alone sneeze all over my patient!"

Baizhu lowered his head, bowing to Ehsan, who, in all honesty, did not mind a little mist on his clothes that seemed to make the doctor feel so flustered.

"He liked it," Changsheng stated with zero emotion in her voice. Baizhu lifted his head and looked at the white snake, his face still reflecting deep remorse. "What I’m saying is, our ssscholar friend seems to enjoy," Changsheng began, making Ehsan wish he’d met his fate at the Chasm and avoided going to the pharmacy altogether, "...helping others, and it bringsss him great joy to see people feeling better." Ehsan could have sworn that if snakes could smile, she would be giving him her sassiest grin.

"Oh, is that so?" Baizhu sniffled again, but his nose no longer looked red and irritated.

"Y-yes, I am indeed glad to have been able to repay your kindness as you saved me the other day," Ehsan hurriedly replied. "Besides, I couldn't bear watching you suffer any longer."

"Well, in that case..." Baizhu's face took on a contemplating expression before he turned towards Ehsan and looked straight into his eyes. "It looks like we have a lot in common."

#genshin snzpact #bai/zhu #genshin snz #snz kink #snzblr

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froggibus · 2 years

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Overwatch Masterlist

overwatch headcanons masterlist | general masterlist

Ashe:

You Scared?

Baptiste:

Fine, Not Fine

Romanticize The Life

Cassidy:

Bullet Train

Just The Three of Us (NSFW) (Genji x reader x Cassidy)

Right Here, Right Now (NSFW)

The Cowboy Rule (NSFW)

The Sacred Art of Teasing

Trying For a Baby (NSFW)

Genji:

Color Correcting

Desires (NSFW)

Edging (NSFW)

Eyes On Me, Baby (NSFW)

Happy Little Accident

I Thought You Were Dead

Just The Three of Us (NSFW) (Genji x reader x Cassidy)

Rest and Recovery (poly! Zen & Genji)

Underneath The Tree (NSFW)

Vermillion Flames (NSFW)

Hanzo:

A Matter of Praise (NSFW)

Comfort In The Dead of Night

First Date

For The First Time (NSFW)

Sake and Snuggles

Shoot Before You See The Target

The Next Step

Kiriko:

A Trip to The Hospital

Fireworks Festival

Halloween Party

Help From A Friend (ft. Genji)

Keeping Warm (NSFW)

One More Chance

The Night Before (NSFW)

Lucio:

For Your Own Good

The Best Fun Comes From The Worst Ideas

Two For The Show (NSFW)

Mercy:

Lemon Flavored Chapstick (NSFW)

Ramattra:

Got Me Up All Night (NSFW)

Just This Once (NSFW)

Reaper:

Attitude Check

Put You In Your Place (NSFW)

Seeking Warmth (NSFW)

Soldier 76:

Daddy Issues

Venture:

Rose Quartz

Sex Rocks! (NSFW)

Zenyatta:

Rest and Recovery (poly! Zen & Genji)

Sweet Dreams

#froggibus masterlist #overwatch masterlist

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werethropy · 1 month

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INTRODUCTION

NAME;

Louie, Lewis/Lew, Werewolf/Were, Jackson/Jackie/Jack, Dog, or anything else, really.

GENDER;

It's pretty complicated, but I call myself Genderfluid for simplicity's sake.

PRONOUNS;

They're fluid, but since I'm definitely not going to remember to update this, then literally anything but She/Her.

I'm mixed (Cherokee—no, not an "0.1%" type deal—and African American), but often regard myself as simply black since that's what I "pass" as + the culture I mostly involve myself in.

I'm a werewolf, a bull, and many other things!

I don't regard myself as a Therian or Alterhuman; I much prefer 'Nonhuman'/'Transspecies,' or 'Fictionkin' outside of animalistic identities, but I will interact with those communities since we typically go hand-in-hand.

Leftist (not sure how I align myself, but I'm not a Communist), feminist, pro-choice (naturally).

I have been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, OCD, and other mental health conditions.

I am very much into history, old western stuff, 2000s-2014 web, photography, reading, LPS, Pokemon, the Queer community, Chihuahuas, writing, art, fursuitting, MLP, animals, various music genres (e.g. Country, Folkpunk, Indie), and many other things!

I'm a firm believer in 'do what you want forever and ever' as long as it doesn't hurt anyone.

DO NOT INTERACT

Terfs/Radfems

Racists, obviously.

Anti-Kink

Anti-BLM

Pro/Neu-Contact AND/OR Anti-Recovery "3 Big Bad" Paraphiles

Queerphobes

Anti-Xeno/Neos

Radqueers/'Proshippers'

Anti-Furs

Anti-Lesboy*

Anti-He/Him lesbians

And everyone else who can't be a tolerable, educated person.

Even if you aren't on this list, if you believe in something innately harmful, I will not hesitate to block.

(* - Excluding cisgender men who ID as ""lesbian""—I mostly mean lesboy in the 'prefer being called a boy' nonbinary way, multigender lesbians, as well as a mirage of other definitions of lesboy)

#blog intro #alterhuman #nonhuman #therianthropy #clinical lycanthropy #otherkin #werekin #werewolfkin #werecreature

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iamafanofcartoons · 8 months

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No , RWBY is neither misogynistic nor homophobic...it is every bit the opposite

Rwby not written for the male gaze. Redesigns made by critics focus on sexualizing women. RWBY has women show much less skin than the typical fairy tail woman. Also their clothes have pockets and pouches. Rwby is not written for the patriarchy.

So Personally I've always felt like misogyny was always made by the critics. A common thread in a lot of that group's criticisms seems to come down to not liking that some of the show's villains embody male power fantasies, and that the positive male characters it has aren't the main characters, with the female characters being a harem for them.

It's a female-centered story whose true focus is its main characters' growing and supporting each other through their weaknesses and struggles, and a lot of men can't stand it.

Rewrites and AUs focus on men, on straightwashing women, on validating edgelords, on telling women that they suck. And more importantly, rewrites are obsessed with not letting women be right about anything or important unless they're tied to a male protagonist story.

But Rwby is about giving women roles typically held by men. Women not requiring men for authority, or guidance, but instead being men's equals. Or in the case of the female antagonists? Having mental superiority over deconstructed edgelords like Adam taurus or the "ends justify the means" deconstruction of ironwood.

They have girlfails like Cinder, who you can hate, but also admire that she keeps coming back and refusing to give up.

They have badass grannies like Maria Calavera.

They have autism-coded women.

And unlike Naruto? Women can actually WIN a 1 on 1 fight against a male opponent.

Edgelord is what incels see themselves as. Incels also see themselves as victims of women. They also see themselves as tragic, misunderstood, or entitled to an ego.

Adam is the example of the incel: "I was hurt by society, so I am going to make it everyone's problem! I am a hero of justice, for I am giving the world the justice it deserves! I am an underdog!"

That's how incels, conservatives, otakus see themselves.

They saw Adam as a Vergil Sparda. A dude who murders countless innocent lives for the sake of power.....who believes that power is the only thing matters. He ain't morally grey, he's evil. But he's cool, and to a lot of very emotionally immature people, coolness means morally grey or anti-villain/anti-hero. Adam was introduced trying to rob a train and blow up innocent people....people accused blake of being a murderer and trying to blow up the train, then running from adam. Adam was shown in volume 2, as a cult leader neglecting the deaths of his people. As with "Burning the candle" Yang and Blake scene, RWDE and RWBY Critics disregarded that because it ruined their headcanons of what they wanted Adam to be.

How many Adam fanfics have you seen where Blake is written as the one abusing adam?

Male abusers see themselves as victims of women.

Coffeehouse Crime, Danielle Kirsty, Eleanor Neale. Look them up on Youtube. They cover multiple cases of murderers and abusers. And the details that go into emotional and mental abuse/gaslighting? They cover them all. Including how society turns a blind eye to abuse if its not physical. Which is what Adam fans do.

Btw, if you want an example of a murderer who was an IRL abuser? Just look up OJ Simpson, who got away with both thanks to his fans.

RWBY covers emotional abuse, shows the damage it can do, and shows through Blake the recovery.

Arryn has been a victim of IRL cyberbullying from blacksun fans, BobxEliza fans, and Adam fans.

To where she's had to deactivate her social media.

Art imitates life....RWBY Critics harassing voice actresses. Though thefloofartist actually sent CRWBY gore fanart of Bumbleby and tauradonna ntr fanart, that was horrific.

Roman Torchwick is an example of charismatic sociopaths being the criminal: Society was mean to me, so I'm going to be racist, steal from the elderly, and hurt kids. Sure he has charisma as a character....does that excuse racism, calling Emerald a Street Rat, trying to rob old men, and shooting teenage girls

Jacques emotional abuse and gaslighting, something many people refuse to acknowledge unless its clearly spelled out from A to Z. One Adam taurus fan on twitter made death threats to a woman trying to explain that emotional abuse is real.

Raven is a bandit. A bandit is a killer and a thief. You don't romanticize killers and thieves. One piece paints an unrealistic view of pirates.

Ironwood and Atlas represent the American Macho mindset and the nationalism issue Americans have. Illegally occupying foreign nations with military force as a means of "peacekeeping"? Removing leaders from power who don't respect your authority or your ideas? My way or the highway? Unwilling to compromise? Willing to work with capitalist Corporations so long as your war machine is funded? The ends justify the means? Only villains say that! Merging the police with the military to have unlimited power? Putting the good ethical cop "Marrow" under pressure and mockery? Treating the poor people as acceptable losses to cut and cutting all aid and support to the 99%? Arresting or threatening good samaritans who try to help the impoverished and underprivileged because they're not recognized by your licenses? Refusing to accept checks and balances because you see yourself as above the law and being the only one with the big picture? Seeing it as your duty to police others?

People were willing to consider Ironwood a sussy baka so long as they could consider Atlas to be like Germany. But the moment CRWBY pointed out how Atlas was too much like America? The "patriots" got furious...because it was too much like looking into a mirror, and the Ironwood fangirls did not like what they saw.

youtube

Less character bloat compared to shounen anime. Shounen has thousands of character. RWBY barely has 200. But they focus more on women's characters than men, and that upsets the Cardin fans and fanfic writers. If I had a nickel for every youtube channel that decided to make the racist incompetent bully into some "gigachad", I'd have two nickels, which isn't much, but still weird that it happened twice. Meanwhile, let a man have 3-5 minutes of screentime, the critics will say that Team RWBY don't act like the main characters. Protagonist centered morality only in shounen. Team rwby do face consequences and are forced to evaluate their decisions. The women are the protagonists, and they can spend more than 10 minutes without breaking the Bechdel test. Something that, once again, adam and cardin and jaune fanfics fail within a paragraph.

"A man and a woman can spend several seasons together and be just friends at the end"

Ichigo and Rukia from Bleach, One Piece Live Action, Naruto and Sakura from that Gay Ninja Series.

Or in RWBY's case, I'm referring Blake Belladonna and Sun Wukong

Neither showed romantic attraction towards either gender for the majority of the show. Blake and Sun's arcs in V4 and V5 were about Blake learning to accept help, and Sun learning to recognize and respect people's boundaries. Neither Blake nor Sun actually made serious advances, and simply stayed good friends. Also if lesbians cannot exist without being fan service to you, that just means you're a pervert and need to touch grass.

Anyway, whomever said that RWBY Writers have no idea how to write women need to take a look at how their critics make video after video bashing women and LGBT.

Oh, and twitter calls RWBY post v3 "pandering to tumblerinas".

Given how Tumblr has no pedophiles/lolicons, less conservatives and terfs, and is very feminist? I'll take that as a compliment.

#rwby #rwby is great #please give rwby a chance #rwby is worth watching #greenlightvolume10 #greenlight volume 10 #Youtube

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Hi~ I just wanna ask you, how do you think/feel about Eli & Heather's relationship and their 'history'? Like some people said that Heather took advantage of Eli's innocence, some people said that it was Eli's mistake.

Ok anon. I have my thoughts but I reread the arc just to try and articulate them better. Fucking forgot Darius Hong was in this. And no one needs more Darius Hong in their life. Anyway.

Eli Jang/Heather Relationship rambles

In this essay...

Damn. This is rough. Please note I may be the least well informed person to give my thoughts on this. Happy for anyone to disagree.

Sigh. I think a lot of times we think of things in black and white, whereas almost everything is in shades of grey.

Eli Jang & Heather's background

First off, Eli has experienced a lot of trauma when he was first introduced, and clearly going through a lot mentally. He's also stunted in a lot of ways and 'deprived of an education'. Literally everything that he has known was abuse. Ran away from home at the age of 10. And whatever fucked up shit was going on with Tom Lee too.

I cannot stress how clear all of this is.

With Heather, the only real thing we know about her is she's 15. Both parents lawyers and very overbearing.

Eli Jang's 'recovery' from trauma

But by chapter 237: Eli Jang (6) a month passes and they have both met. Eli, from how he is portrayed, has already improved a lot. Healed a lot. Not fully. I think we need to remember that the passing of time and progression differs massively in Lookism than in real life.

If this was real life, nope. Lookism, ehhhh. Literally please suspend your belief.

This is in part a big reason why I don't blame Heather for her actions that night.

The huge fucking question mark over consent

I can also never fully agree with anyone saying that Heather groomed Eli. To me, she acts very much like a 15 year old girl with a crush. Less nefarious than what grooming implies. Could she have been better informed and set boundaries? Hell yeah.

From what we can see in the panels, Eli reciprocates her feelings. Sure there might be other things going on, but if there were insidious intentions I feel like PTJ would show it more front and center.

To me, looking at the storyline and art, it just feels like 2 people with a crush.

At the same time, if we apply real life morals to this, then yeah it's all pretty messed up. This isn't real life though.

(Sex education is a whole other kettle of fish I don't want to get into. Where I'm from, we have free contraceptives, free medical care, sex education. But oops, teenage pregnancies still happen an awful lot.)

Here's where people might disagree because I'm giving consent to people on their behalf - though we're talking about fictional characters here and all we can do is speculate.

My opinions on this are:

If we ask Heather if she believed Eli consented that night, she would fully believe so.

Similarly at the time, Eli would probably say yes he did.

I have little reason shown by PTJ to doubt that he would withdraw his consent present day as well.

As for Eli's mistake?

Uhh. Assuming they are both able to consent, and let's just say yes for the sake of simplicity, then I don't see how the night together is his mistake?

The whole mess afterwards and the poor communication and martyr thing going on I would say is his mostly his fault. Yes, he has his reasons for it. Two things can still be true.

And fucking Olly Wang.

But Heather was right there. Eli could have cleared the air with her. Said wtf I didn't message you those but he didn't.

Heather lashed out, which I think is a very human response to her situation and the sudden insane amount of pressure placed on her shoulders, however unfair her words are. She didn't have the full story though, whereas Eli did.

So like I said, I place more of the ownership of this situation on Eli even though I can also see where it all stems from.

In Summary

This goes back to what I said before about there are so many shades of grey, and this situation and relationship is absolutely not black and white. To me, anyway.

We can also imply all we want with things happening off-screen during any of the arcs though it's better to stick with what we can see or clearly read between the lines.

Taking in my thoughts above, honestly? I just think it's a tragic story about 2 kids that had unprotected sex one night and then it fucking spiralled. I don't see the blame lying with either one for their actions. Based on my reasons above.

This situation feels too nuanced here for me to say yeah Heather fucked up or Eli fucked up because there are so many details at play here, mostly to do with Eli Jang's background but also to do with the pacing of time and recovery in PTJ-verse.

TL;DR: No-one sucks here. Too many nuances. Sad af situation.

#hopefully this isnt too offensive to anyone #happy to delete if so #please just let me know #holy shit this is more nonsensical than my last one tho #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #eli jang #jang hyun #lookism heather #wannaeatramyeon

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So, some people may have noticed this but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to bring attention to it and I wanted people to just assume it was someone theorizing. But it appears someone from my ex friend circle whom I had trusted with certain details of how Discord Whooves would end decided to stoop to a lower than low level and ruin the ending for anyone who stumbled on their posts that had been made on a blog made specifically to post spoilers and tag them with common tags Discord Whooves uses. I’m sure it was out of sheer spite towards me and the people who dared to support my work.

Saying bad things about me and things I’ve done and said, okay that’s justifiable. But going out of their way to take something I once trusted them with because I thought we were close friends, and then throwing it out for the world to see out of revenge against me and anyone following me? That’s just petty, immature, and a really low blow to make. Even if I really hated someone, I would never reveal their harmless secrets to the world just to get back at them. There’s a chance to be the better person, and at least have some code of ethics to know when it’s going too far. I deserved to be called out. I didn’t deserve to have my 12 years of work undermined by a vindictive person who can’t move forward, and my fans didn’t deserve it either because they are not even involved in this drama.

There is a point where revenge goes too far and one crosses over into just being villainously cruel.

It’s sad, and really pathetic that someone thinks they have to do everything in their power to screw me over in some way instead of trying to actually recover and get past the point of obsession over wanting to get back at me all the time.

I’m sorry the whole world isn’t against me like you want it to be. I’m sorry a lot of people believe in recovery and the fact that I feel terrible enough already about my shitty actions in the past and am doing everything in my power to avoid anything like that happening ever again. I’m sorry I’m not being bombarded by hoards of angry people calling me names and telling me to kill myself. I’m sorry my feeling horrible isn’t enough to satiate you and all you want is to see me suffer.

It’s been years now. YEARS. For the sake of your own mental well being, just cut me out of your life completely and stop obsessing over me. You already won. I am constantly in a state of panic thinking of this shit and how else it’s going to come and bite me in the ass. I lost the comic website I depended on, I’ve lost a huge chunk of my readership and no longer really have my ‘popular’ status. (very rarely get fan art, not being bombarded by asks constantly, no longer receive fan mail, original projects aren’t catching on very well) Selling commissions has gotten increasingly more difficult. My insomnia is worse than ever and I have to take heavy duty sedatives just to sleep because my mind won’t stop spiraling about this stuff. I cannot go a single day without feeling guilt, regret, self hatred, and doubt and wishing hopelessly that I just never did those things. I have severe trust issues and have almost no one I can feel comfortable enough sharing anything personal or story related with which was just made even WORSE by these recent actions, and I haven’t been able to form new bonds with anyone in years either.

I know I hurt you badly, I know what I did was incredibly wrong and irresponsible, and I don’t know how it’s affected you over the years but this rage and anger is not good for anyone. I don’t hate you. I just want you to be able to move on and learn to be healthy and happy and no longer stuck thinking about me and how much you hate me and want me to fall. I don’t want to be hurting you by just existing and trying to move on with my own life, and I wish there was something- ANYTHING I could do to bring you peace.

But the only one who can ultimately bring you peace is yourself. So you can keep on trying to claw and bite and drag me down with you, or you could be the better person and try to just move forward and put the past in the past where it belongs.

I’m not mad. I’m just incredibly disappointed. I would have thought you were better than this, but I was wrong. I was wrong to ever even trust you as a friend, and I wish we were never friends to begin with, or even ever met, and I’m sure you feel the same way.

#vent #drama

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acoraxia · 5 months

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been meaning to tell you how much I genuinely love your takes, designs, and overall everything relating to the LMK series,JTTW and other related topics and shows. I'll be honest as much as I love the goofiness and silliness of the fandom, as much as I love reading the ship stuff. it's nice to also look at and indulge in content that sticks more to the original lore and focuses less on romantic relationships. not many people especially in the fandom do that so it's very grounding for me if that makes sense the shipping is fun but I have other interests, I wanna see different takes for the same character ya know? broaden my understanding of them, their thoughts, and their actions. I want a diverse list of hcs that may apply universally or be dependent on whatever personal AU is playing on repeat in my skull while I pace around my room maladaptive daydreaming with a fitting Spotify playlist.

your stuff defiantly helps that, I loved reading boy savior, and I fucking LOVE blind justice I really wanna look up more about Erlang now. I'm excited to read more of your aus, relationship dynamics, character analysis, and hell your insane ramblings. watching you go feral is an experience.

I hope you're getting some decent downtime and your health doesn't take a nosedive again. As soon as things calm down money-wise, I hope to send something other than emotional support for your work. not expecting an answer to this I just wanted to express my thoughts and thanks for the times your posts and art made my days a little less shit this year and send positive vibes back.

I actually got a physical copy of Journey to the West from a friend of mine as a christmas gift and I’ll be rereading it during a small one-week hiatus (for the sake of my health and for the sake of my mental exhaustion, LMK is good but it sucks to have no one to talk to about it because of holidays) and I remember thinking at some point if I was being too.. edgy? Or too emotionally damaging in my content

I say this and I know JTTW has moments that are traumatizingly horrifying such as SWK crying when smoke got in his eyes and reliving trauma from the furnace he was locked into for days. But, still, the fandom is so goofy and silly and has.. some takes. And I thought people wouldn’t like my content because of how different it was.

Thank you for the comment and I honestly hope you have fun with whatever AU your head lets you play around with! It’s very fun when stuff like that happens, it’s actually how I started thinking about Boy Savior.

And as I am typing this I might be a little sick again ngl but here’s to hoping for a speedy recovery

#ask #man #thats nice

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netherworldpost · 3 months

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To give you a nicer message in your inbox:

Thank you for posting about all of the things that you do! Your enthusiasm is infectious! I can't think of another blog that could both

A) inspire me to work on little personal zine projects as part of my burnout recovery

and

B) inspire me to research and open a high interest savings account instead of being tepidly satisfied with the interest rates on the timed CD at my credit union

You have the range!

And I am eternally delighted that you share so many pieces of your joy with the world!

Ah you are very kind :) You needn't worry about ol' atty, I remain unphased by tantrums.

I have a big, flowery, open personality that is unfortunately seen as a vulnerability by the emotionally unavailable.

Unfortunately for them, I have both a block button and a big, flowery, open personality not rooted in seeking resolution with those whom disapprove of me.

Onwards!

A) This is very exciting! I hope your zine project helps tremendously. The low cost of entry (both in terms of financial price as well as structural making a zine) make them amazing things.

Start small as can be, scale up literally as big and vivid as you want. I hope you have a magnificent time.

Expand, grow, shrink, cut up, redo.

Go go go!

B) Fantastic re: high yield savings!!

CDs can be great, the increase of interest rate adds up, and if you're not going to use the money for something else (and have buffers in place), it's a great way to take advantage of the increase in funds.

In a very deeply underlined "this is not financial advice" sort of way, the main advantage (in my opinion, not advice, again stated) you can pull from them is watching the interest rate in the coming year or so.

The highest rate I can quickly find is 5.4% with a minimum of $1000, so we'll use that as a base.

5.4% after 12 months on $1000 is $1054 (+$54)

Let's say you lock that in tomorrow.

Some folks are trying to tell the feds "hey your interest rate... it's too high."

For the sake of discussion not a prediction in any way, shape, or form say the feds agree and lower the interest rate, by 0.25%, twice

CD rates in this extremely linear simplified absolutely goddamn hypothetical example reduce by 0.25% and then 0.25% again -- for new customers, but not you, because your rate is locked.

5.4% - 0.25% - 0.25 = 4.9% on new customers, not you, you're locked in, on $1000 is $1049 after their CD matures.

You made $5 more than them because you locked in your rate in a higher interest rate environment.

Conversely if the interest rate goes up, you don't get the new premium, because you're locked in. Thems the risks. I have no idea what the feds are going to do -- and neither does anyone else, including the feds better data is available.

My main vigilance on CDs is the increased return is... very small.

5.4% interest rate on a 12 month CD, $1000 base: $54 return.

4.4% interest rate on 12 months in a savings account, $1000 base: $44 return. (This can probably be beaten but it's good for easy math)

A $10/year difference... or $0.8333... ($10/12) per month.

You acquire an additional $0.83 - $0.84, per month, per $1000, by locking up your funds for a year.

Is this a good deal?

As always, depends entirely on your situation now and how likely it is to change in the timeframe (this example: 1 year) discussed.

I'm not anti any financial product, unless it takes advantage of someone. I am very "understand risk/reward and assess to your financial situation. Maximize your return, minimize your risk."

On both art, and money, I refuse to tolerate bullies who gate keep knowledge because it makes it easier to be a predator or to be a snob.

They are both complex subjects with deeply rooted moving parts and I'll never attempt to undercut the work needed to take the most advantage possible of either.

And.

A very basic, general, elementary understanding of either covers somewhere between 90 - 95% of the entire landscape.

I firmly believe that the more accessible knowledge of art and finances are, the more common benefit can be found.

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An honest critique of FRWBY by someone who actually watched it and was willing to give it a chance

Ok so LF and CS have proven themselves to be disingenuous liars who go out of their way to make rewrites of RWBY look poorly written and bigoted because they have diluted themselves into believing that the show doesn't carry all of the same problems that they accuse these rewrites of having. That being said, Fixing RWBY does happen to carry over a lot of problems from the original show. While I personally believe that Fixing RWBY is a better story structurally from RWBY proper, that doesn't mean that it didn't keep many of the flaws associated with the original show. This is not a defense of FRWBY, nor is it really a bashing because I will come right out and say that I do actively enjoy it and am excited to keep up with its version of volume six. I wouldn't recommend it to any of the people I interact with a lot on Tumblr simply because it's definitely not something they would like very much.

It's impressive how much passion is put into this project honestly, seeing all these fans come together to take the time out of their days without payment just to create something they care about. I definitely think the art and animations are some of the best parts of FRWBY. And I think the story does a far better job of utilizing the amount of characters that the show already had without constantly adding new ones that are completely unnecessary. It also makes a lot of changes to the characters interactions and relationships with other characters that I appreciate. I like that Weiss's time in the Brawnwen was changed from being held prisoner and threatened, to being a taste of freedom and potential new life for herself that she eventually had to ditch for the sake of her friends and the mission. And I really liked Changing Vernal to be Yang's secret half sister and having her develop a friendship with Weiss, it did a lot more to make her death feel more impactful by making her a character that the audience has to care about because these other characters care about her, and goes a long way of proving how selfish and short-sighted Raven could be where her own arrogance and desires ultimately ended up getting her own daughter killed and the tribe she chose over her own husband and first daughter to leave her. And I'm actually quite happy with Roman being Ozpin's host, I think it's handled pretty well and in a way that doesn't overshadow Ruby at all. One change that I thought was pretty cool from a story and representation perspective was having Neo use ASL and have Yang also learn it with her during her recovery period (which was actually a recovery period thank God, not just a showcase of her suffering and then just being fine without seeing her journey). And one thing that I like by default is it going out of its way to humanize Ironwood. That's always an A+ in my book as an Ironwood fan.

Now let's get into the bad stuff that is actually worth criticizing and not just sweeping under the rug just because LF and CS are lying liars who lie.

First and foremost, the Faunus plotline.

I don't like it.

There was very little effort put in to change the actual problems with the Faunus plotline in the actual show. The White Fang are still the bad guys, Blake is at the same time, still a rich princess with parents who love her, and Racism in Remnant is explicitly stated to be an individual to individual thing (though in a Livestream Celtic Phoenix said that racism in Atlas is systemic, so I'm holding out a little bit of hope that will at least be treated like a big deal) and still far more fighting against civil rights activists than fighting actual racists.

There's some interesting stuff in the beginning with Cardin starting out pretty racist, but after being forced to do some actual research on the subject and finding that his views have no historical or scientific basis quickly changing his mind about it and growing into a better person, but that's not enough to forgive the rest of it.

Effort is being put in to make Adam a more dynamic character who seems to have an explicit tragic backstory regarding the racism he faced (and not just implied with his nasty hate crime scar) but that actually makes the whole thing kind of worse. Because I kid you not, in the final episodes of the volume 5 rewrite, when the White fang is defeated, Blake tells Adam, "this isn't the world your mother grew up in anymore" and I'm just like, Adam's mom is implied to have been a Slave woman who was abused and possibly killed by her owner! Who is Blake, in her mansion on an ethnostate where she never had to face racism or cruelty or worry for a family member's safety, to tell Adam how he should react to Racism?! And I know that the reason she has to stop him in the rewrite is because the White Fang are trying to stage a cou that would lead to a war that would cost far more faunus lives than do good for them, but that doesn't change the fact that it's extremely tone deaf that it was Blake who is telling him this when her backstory hasn't been changed at all.

Either make the White Fang the good guys, or make Blake an orphan who has had to experience racism and cruelty her whole life, because you can't have both and still have a story that doesn't feel jarring and pro establishment as hell.

Next, the cultural appropriation. Taking inspiration from multiple Asian cultures for Mistral is kind of unavoidable since Mistral itself is fundamentally meant to be based on a multitude of Asian cultures. (I personally try to mitigate this problem by having different parts of Mistral be based on different Asian countries, and do the same for the other kingdoms too) but I think we all remember the thing about the Brawnwen tribe from a few months ago. Since the Ainu people are heavily discriminated against in Japan and stereotyped as being bandits and thieves, having the Brawnwen tribe be inspired by them in some aspects is definitely a bad thing. It was especially a problem when that cultural appropriation was also misinterpreted and used without fully understanding the culture of what the traditional bear was. And then the attempt to crack down and defend that was just a bad look altogether.

And to bring up the Shay D Mann and Ren and Roman bathroom scene, these are things that I think the creator just didn't realize could come across as queerphobic or a bad look for the character. The joke about Roman not realizing that Ren is a man and then having a conversation about all of tells that would have tipped him off about Ren being a guy and then having them be rebuttaled (at one point pointing out that Weiss has small boobs and that doesn't make her less of a woman, which while I think was well intentioned was just uncomfortable in general) was just in poor taste. And Shiloh (as he's called in FRWBY) didn't need to still be showcased sexually harassing Yang. He was actively physically and verbally abusing the man at register anyway in the rewrite, Yang could have just done the heroic thing and punched him to protect the civilian, instead of trying to ignore him while he comments on her figure and then saying something incredibly abelist about her prosthetic before being thrown out by Neo and her umbrella. Although It's not necessary to make all of your important characters good people. So I guess this has a lot more to do with how you feel about bad people still being important and sympathetic characters. Though I wouldn't say Shiloh is that important to Volume 5, all he really does is provide some Vernal backstory, serve as some comic relief, and is the one who ultimately decides for the tribe to leave Raven after she gets his daughter killed.

If I were to defend these choices, instead of trying to claim that Shiloh didn't sexually harass Yang (which was honestly far more present in the rewrite, no actual dialogue but he is described as complimenting her figure) and that lesbians are stupid, I would instead say that a character doesn't have to be a good perfectly squeaky clean non problematic person to be a character who isn't necessarily a villain. Or alternatively I could just acknowledge that it was unnecessary to have him actively sexually harass a girl his daughter's age because there was already something else that could have been used to show that he wasn't a good person and end up bouncing right out of the gas station anyway.

I think that's everything I want to talk about, because combing through all of it would be like rewatching an eight hour show and taking notes the whole time and I don't have much time for that.

But all in all, FRWBY isn't above criticism just because it's a rewrite of RWBY and has some aspects that deserve to be criticized, but it's also not the worst most biggoted thing in the world. I like aspects of it, but I honestly like other rewrites better. It honestly just feels like watching the original show if the original show had a more coherent story but didn't change any of the more problematic aspects.

So yeah, there's my review. I'll tell you how I felt about Volume six when it's over.

#rwde #fixing rwby

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jinwoosungs · 2 years

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time heals all wounds.

bakugo katsuki x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; angst; spoilers for bnha ch. 362 + 363

your quirk was thought to be something close to a godsend; and due to how immensely important it was, you were often told to use it sparingly and only in cases of severe emergencies.

your quirk has come to be known by this simple phrase: time heals all wounds. it worked similarly to eri's rewind quirk, but with a focus on healing even the most dire of wounds. it was a quirk you had inherited from your great-grandmother, who was a reknown healer back in her pro-hero years. and her quirk was so profound and legendary that those who witnessed her in action said she could bring even those on the brink of death back to life.

she was famous for being able to save countless of lives, and her legacy was something that would never be forgotten-

however, it came with a high price.

with each hero she saved with her quirk, reversing time and healing their wounds, her own lifespan had been cut. she was a brave woman, often sacrificing herself for the sake of others without without hesitation.

despite her death at the ripe age of 40, she still found time to fall in love and raise a family of her own, which was how you came into existence.

before your quirk ever manifestated, your parents often prayed that you would be born quirkless, that you wouldn't inherit time heals all wounds and live a relatively normal and happy life.

so when you were four years old and scraped your knee while trying to ride your bike, your mother had come to you, face filled with concern as she got the first aid kit ready. you didn't like seeing her so worried, so you did what you always do whenever you got a small cut or bruise-

you would simply focus and press your hand against the scrape, watching the blood slowly morph away as your newly healed skin was seen, completely good as new with no blemishes or proof of your prior injuries.

but instead of seeing your mother's happy expression, you were met with your mother's anguished cry of your name. the tears that filled her eyes was unmistakable-

you had inherited your great-grandmother's quirk.

after your display, you remembered your mother gripping your shoulders tightly as she begged you to never use your quirk to heal your wounds ever again. by now, you were crying yourself, unable to comprehend that waiting for your bruises and cuts to heal naturally always hurt, and that you'd rather fix all of your 'ouchies' by yourself.

your mother was devastated upon hearing your words, simply holding you close while pressing her fevered lips against your forehead, "oh honey, i know it hurts, but trust me, the more you use that quirk of yours, the greater your pain will be when you grow older. i don't want your future to be taken away from you, my love."

you wouldn't understand what her words meant back then, but in due time, as you grew older, you had quickly learned the ultimate truth about your quirk: if you were ever to use your quirk to rewind time, regardless of how far back you reversed it, your own lifespan would be cut short in response.

you kept such truths deep inside of your heart, still choosing to pursue an education at u.a. despite your obvious limitations. all of your teachers and mentors helped with honing your skills in the art of healing without relying on the use of your quirk, often putting you under recovery girl's own tutelage as you helped her with treating any injured students.

never once were you told to use your quirk-

that is, until now.

you recall being shaken up, eyes opening to be met with shoto todoroki's panicked gaze. you briefly wondered how he came into your dorm room, but was snapped out of it upon feeling how much his hands were trembling. he calls out your name, practically on the brink of tears as he tried to tell you what was going on.

"we tried to fight, and bakugo- i- fuck, please, you have to help him. i know it's asking a lot of you, but please, i'm begging you, only you can save him."

the desperation heard in his voice breaks you out of your drowsy daydream. you were told by recovery girl to stay on campus while the others fought, just in case you were needed. your hopes were placed high, practically on a pedastal as you had complete confidence that your peers were strong enough to overcome this war and come back unscathed. yet the hopes that you had, you realize now, were akin to a child's dream.

todoroki leads you past the crowd of students, pushing past their own tired and forlorn forms as he lead you to the common room. settled in the middle of the now emptied space was the broken body of bakugo katsuki.

you gasp, heart fluttering close to the base of your throat at the sight of his lifeless body. his once angry, ruby red gaze was now empty, the blood that had painted his uniform was dried and now caked within the fabric. the scent of iron makes your stomach churn, and you felt the blood rushing into your own ears at the sight of his unmoving form.

"i couldn't bring myself to let eri see him like this. she's already been through so much that i don't think she can take it if she couldn't heal him. please-"

the rest of todoroki's words fall to deaf ears when you fall to your knees and crawl closer to bakugo's body. the damage he suffered was unmistakable, yet at the same time, you felt a newfound determination fill you.

bakugo katsuki had such promise as a pro-hero. you knew that you could save his future, save him, so long as you put your mind to it. you reach out to him and carefully cradle his limp body into your arms, breathing out a sigh of his name as you curled yourself around his form.

focus on his wounds, picture yourself closing them. focus on his torn heart, remember the veins and arteries and make them appear once more.

time heals all wounds-

you kept repeating the phrase over and over again, feeling your quirk take over as your body began to feel warm, unbearably hot. you refused to break your focus, wanting nothing more than to save this hero who held so much promise for the future.

a sudden gasp makes you wince, but still, you remained focused. after all, everyone was relying on you to save him, to heal something so irreversible with your quirk that was known to work miracles in the past.

you didn't know how much time had passed when the sudden ache was felt pounding against your temple as the heat you felt pouring out of your body suddenly go into the body of the boy you held in your arms.

his chest was still pressed against yours, and when shivers began to wrack through your body did you realize something amazing:

bakugo now exhibited a tiny heartbeat, and his breathing, despite being so shallow and slight, was still felt against the nape of your neck.

you actually succeeded in saving a life, yet all that energy you used in reversing all of bakugo's damage made a fresh wave of exhaustion wash over you. you end up slumping back down to the floor, taking bakugo with you as everyone crowded around you, making sure that you were both okay.

"please, t-take us to the infirmary, but don't separate us. i...i need to stick close to him...to make sure that he's...okay."

that was all you remembered before giving in to the exhaustion, falling into a dreamless slumber while still holding on to the now barely alive boy.

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the last thing bakugo remembered was a feeling of regret and sadness, his last wish of wanting all-might to sign the same collector's edition card deku had gifted him before being bathed in nothingness.

he had felt no pain, just the sensation that he was floating-

but dammit all, was he hurting real bad right now.

his whole body felt like it was on fire, muscles aching as he struggled to even move. he groans, opening his eyes to see the blinding lights burn into his retinas, causing some stray tears to fall from them.

"fuck, what the hell happened to me?" his voice was raspy, as if he hadn't spoken in centuries as he tried to move his arms, only to find that they were not only bound and hooked up to several IV wires, but there was someone cuddling close to the hospital bed with him.

he manages to pull away to see you, a girl whom he only knew in passing as recovery girl's mentee. you allegedly had a great healing quirk, but that was all bakugo knew about you.

he struggles to recall your name and ends up attempting to wake you up with his typical rudeness, "oi, get off of me. since when are patients allowed to share a bed?!"

this works in waking you up, earning a groan from you as you lifted yourself off of him, eyes widening when they met with bakugo's burning blood red gaze.

"bakugo...! you're okay!"

confusion clouds over his prior feelings of pain and annoyance, watching your expression quickly morph from disbelief to relief.

he was about to say something to you, only to be cut short when he feels your hands carefully explore his features. it was as though you were treating him with a reverence he had never felt before, feeling your fingertips carefully trace at the hard contours of his jawline all while droplets of your tears were felt dripping against his skin like summer rain.

bakugo had never known such gentleness before in his life, and he found himself quickly becoming captivated by your sweet caress. becoming nearly drunk off of your touches, he watches as your eyes close slightly, looking at him now through a half-lidded gaze when you suddenly surged forward to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

the words were caught in his throat, and he was close to trying to draw you even closer to him, placing a hand behind your head when the sound of a door opening breaks you away from him.

"katsuki! my beloved boy, you're alive!"

shame was seen flashing within your eyes when you quickly got off the bed, allowing his parents to crowd over to him as you snuck out of the infirmary. he reaches out to you, only to be met with his parent's tight embrace.

he wasn't sure what had happened. in the past, he always hated how doting his mom and dad were, their affections always feeling so stifling to him. yet now, he could feel his eyes fill with tears, reverting back to the age where he was just a child who needed the comfort of his mother's embrace to feel safe again.

"ma, pa, i-" the emotions were overwhelming now, the pain he felt was all encompassing as he allowed his parents to take him within the comfort of their arms without a single dry eye in the room.

it's then that bakugo realizes what that emptiness he felt was-

he had died back then. and the fact that he was back was inexplicably tied to you.

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the weeks following bakugo's recovery had a few rocky starts, but altogether, he was doing well. in fact, he was doing so well that he was determined to extract his revenge and go back out on the field-

a goal that was rejected on the spot due to how dangerous it was if the villains realized that bakugo had survived.

which in turn would lead them to you.

yes, it was better off for them to believe that bakugo had truly died until this was all over, and you were grateful that you were able to help even at the cost of your own life.

but perhaps who was the most grateful for the use of your quirk was mitsuki bakugo herself. she and her husband kept sending you gifts and other small tokens of their gratitude, almost treating you like some deity simply because you had willingly saved their son-

however, you felt undeserving of being treated with such high regard. you knew that your great-grandmother's blood flowed through your very veins, and that you were simply carrying on the legacy she had made.

you were simply happy at being able to live your life as the hero you always wanted to be, even if it felt like a piece of you was missing.

after saving bakugo, you were caught in an almost trancelike state. you felt a yearning that was so strong that you swore your soul ached with it. sometimes, when you allowed your emotions to take over, you would wander the empty hallways of u.a. and find yourself directly outside of bakugo's own dorm room.

upon realizing this, you would immediately shake your head and bring your hands together to slap against your cheek, trying to snap out of whatever desire that had you coming towards bakugo himself. and for the most part, you were able to get away without him knowing.

but this time, it was different. the urge to see bakugo was so strong, and when you were finally met with the door leading to his room, it unexpectedly opens.

you take a few steps back, completely caught off guard at finally seeing him after so long. your mouth opens and closes with the desire to say something, to say anything to break the awkward silence-

yet words still managed to fail you, and the yearning you felt for him simply grew by a tenfold once you finally saw him in the flesh

gone were the harsh lines seen on his face. in the past, he would usually be seen with a scowl on his face all while yelling at whoever dared defy him. yet now, his expression remained soft, peaceful even when he takes a hold of your hand and brings you into his arms.

he shakily says your name, holding you close while falling to his knees. you felt him trembling all while pressing his face against your abdomen. by now, you were close to being in tears yourself all while begging him to stand up, that he didn't need to cry because everything was okay simply because he was okay.

yet still, he refuses to let you go, pressing himself even closer to you when he finally admits, "my mom and dad told me everything, told me they were so grateful to you because you brought me back. you made my heart beat again at the cost of your own soul, and i can't stop thinking about you. i can't get you out of my head."

you end up falling to your knees with him, eyes burning with your own tears as bakugo gently frames at your face, "i don't think i can see anyone else but you, now. i swear, i won't let your gift go to waste. i'm gonna be with you until the end of time, i swear it."

coming together one last time, you allow yourself to melt into his arms when he kisses you, taking your very breath away as you delved your fingers into his own hair. no longer did you feel incomplete while in the safety of bakugo's arms-

finally, you felt like you were home.

epilogue

bakugo katsuki closes his eyes, basking in his one last memory of you, savoring it as if it just happened yesterday.

a pair of tiny hands ends up breaking him out of his own daydream, and he opens his eyes once more to see a little girl settled on his lap. he swore his heart ached at the sight of his precious granddaughter pouting up at him-

she looked so much like you, and the similarity of her features to yours only made the melancholy of losing you even more evident.

her lips were trembling as her tiny hands gripped at the front of his shirt, "grampa, is that why grandma isn't here with us right now?"

he sniffs a bit, wrapping his arms around her tiny body before pressing his chapped lips against the soft skin of her forehead, "that's right, babygirl. but there's no need to feel sad. your grandma lived a full and happy life, your grampa made sure of it when he gave her the prettiest wedding ring of her dreams and married her." he reassures his granddaughter with a smile, gently wiping away her tears, "your grandma even got to hold you when you were first born."

he listens as she hums in response, "okay grampa, as long as you promise she was happy. c-can we look at your picture books again? i wanna see grandma because she was so pretty."

"of course, honey. come, let grampa take you back inside and we can look at pictures of grandma together."

despite how much it hurt to keep on living without you by his side, bakugo knew he had to keep his promise and protect the family you had built together. he couldn't afford to let your gift for him go to waste and decided to live life to his fullest, solely because he knew that was what you wanted.

someday soon, he'll see you and have you in his arms again-

but for now, he knew that you were patient enough and could wait for him just a little while longer.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki angst #bakugo angst #.stories

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zephrunsimperium · 1 year

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HEAR ME OUT:

Gravity Falls/Crime & Punishment

“I am wicked, I see that. But why are they so fond of me if I don’t deserve it? Oh, if only I were alone and no one loved me and I too had never loved anyone! Nothing of all this would have happened." - Raskolnikov Ford Pines

"Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth." - Raskolnikov Ford Pines

“I came to you(, Fiddleford) because I know no one but you who could ever help… to begin… because you are kinder than anyone—clever, I mean, and can judge… and now I see that I want nothing. Do you hear? Nothing at all… no one’s services… no one’s sympathy. I am by myself… alone. Come, that’s enough. Leave me alone." - Raskolnikov Ford Pines

And the REAL kicker...

“...I’m sick to death of all of you and I want to be alone," (Stanford) answered calmly. "Alone? When you are not able to walk, when your face is as white as a sheet and you are gasping for breath! Idiot!" "Let me go!" said (Stanford), and tried to pass him. This was too much for (Stanley); he gripped him firmly by the shoulder. "Let you go? You dare tell me to let you go? Do you know what I’ll do with you directly? I’ll pick you up, tie you up in a bundle, carry you home under my arm and lock you up!" "Listen, (Stanley)," (Ford) began quietly, apparently calm— "can’t you see that I don’t want your benevolence? A strange desire you have to shower benefits on a man who… curses him, who feels them a burden in fact! Why did you seek me out at the beginning of my illness? Maybe I was very glad to die. Didn’t I tell you plainly enough to-day that you were torturing me, that I was… sick of you! You seem to want to torture people! I assure you that all that is seriously hindering my recovery, because it’s continually irritating me. You saw (Fiddleford) went away just now to avoid irritating me. You leave me alone too, for goodness’ sake! What right have you, indeed to keep me by force? Don’t you see that I am in possession of all my faculties now? How, how can I persuade you not to persecute me with your kindness? I may be ungrateful, I may be mean, only let me be, for God’s sake, let me be! Let me be, let me be!" (Stan) stood a moment, though and let his hand drop. "Well, go to hell then," he said gently and thoughtfully.

Thanks to @athgalla-arts for the inspiration! Hope you enjoyed. Everyone should read Crime and Punishment!!

#gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #grunkle ford #stan twins #stanley pines #grunkle stan #crime and punishment #raskolnikov #incorrect quotes #fyodor dostoevsky

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karmic-vibes · 2 years

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Who Wants to Live Forever

5th and FINAL part to nurse Steve series!!

art credit: irlplasticlamb on twitter

cw: AIDS related illnesses, descriptions of death

wc: 2.6k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

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Eddie eventually got better and was released from the hospital a few days later, this time with a higher dose in his inhaler. He wasn’t allowed to lift or exert himself more than necessary, meaning Steve was left to care for the girls on his own. But he didn’t mind—as long as Eddie was getting better, then nothing else mattered.

A few months passed and, while proving more difficult than previous recoveries, Eddie’s lung was slowly healing. He still had to be careful when playing with his daughters, or how loud or fast he spoke when teaching, or even when him and Steve were having sex. He felt like he had to pay attention to every minute detail that revolved around him breathing more than usual.

One day, when Steve came home from work, he found Eddie relaxing on the couch with the girls. He plopped down next to him and showed him a text conversation between himself and Dustin.

“Go to the eye doctor, for fuck’s sake, Eds.”

“Never,” he mumbled while bringing the phone closer to his face.

“But something could be wrong with your brain. You know that,” he warned.

“My next doctor appointment is in a few weeks. I’ll bring it up, I promise.”

“Good. So, you wanna go?”

Dustin had invited Steve and Eddie to his twentieth wedding anniversary. Him and Suzie got hitched summer of ‘94—they had been together ever since and even had two kids, a boy (Ryan, fifteen) and a girl (Violet, twelve). However, this celebration was for adults only, including all of The Party, their partners, and of course their parents.

“I can’t believe it’s already been twenty years,” Eddie said. “But yeah, it’ll be fun to see everyone again. We’ll have to get someone to baby sit.”

“We’ll work it out.”

On the day of the party, the pair dropped the girls off with Wayne and promised they’d be home later that night. Before they knew it, they were off to see everyone. The celebration was being held at a local restaurant where they rented out the back half to be a little more private.

Steve and Eddie showed up, gift in hand, and arms wide open for everyone they hadn’t seen in ages. Steve immediately sought out Dustin, yelling a cheerful ‘Henderson!’ as he ran in for a hug.

“How are you man? I haven’t seen you in ages!” Steve asked.

“I’m good! The kids keep me busy. You?”

“More or less the same,” he chuckled.

“How’s Eddie doing?”

“He’s alright,” he sighed. “His memory has been a bit iffy lately, he’s using his inhaler more than usual, and he’s losing a lot of weight. Besides that, he’s good.”

“I’m sorry, man, I’m sure it’s not easy dealing with. You’ve been taking care of him for how many years now?”

“I mean, I haven’t been taking care of him nonstop, just whenever he’s hospitalized. Like, I took care of him the first year of our relationship, but he’s been better since rehab.”

“That’s good. How’re the girls?”

“Oh, they’re amazing.”

“Yeah? Junie finally came around to being a big sister?”

“Yeah,” Steve chuckled. “Her and Lucie get along really well.”

“That’s awesome. I’m happy for you, Steve.”

“Thanks, Henderson.”

“Oh, also did you hear the new legislation that’s up in the senate right now?”

“No, what is it?”

“If all goes well, gay marriage should be legal by the end of the year.”

“What…”

“Yeah, you really didn’t know?”

“No, I… holy shit, Ed!”

“Hmm?” He walked over, handing Steve a beer as he sipped on his water.

“Dustin says gay marriage should be legal by the end of the year.”

“What? Oh my god!” He started jumping up and down, curly hair bouncing in the wind.

“Ed,” Steve chuckled, holding him down by his shoulders.

“Sorry, but oh my god, Steve…” Eddie cupped his mouth and cried. “Holy shit, holy shit, will you marry me?” Steve and Dustin glared at him as he caught what he said. “Sorry, sorry, that just slipped out. Shit, no, I always had a way I wanted to do it, not–” Steve pulled him in for a kiss.

“Shut up,” Steve mumbled against his lips. “Of course I’ll marry you, stupid. Not like we’ve been together for twenty-two years and have two– well, nearly three kids or anything.”

“No, nothing serious at all. Totally spur of the moment.”

“Mhmm,” Steve smiled stupidly, “totally.”

“Wait, wait, wait, back it up. You guys are having a third baby?” Dustin gawked.

“Trying,” Steve sighed. “We’re on the waitlist again.”

“Do you have a name yet? You know, if it’s another newborn?”

“We don’t even know what we’d be getting,” Steve chuckled.

“Madeline if it’s a girl, Oliver if it’s a boy,” Eddie stated.

“How long have you had those in the queue?” Steve smiled and raised a brow.

“Ever since you told me you wanted five kids,” Eddie smirked.

“Im surprised you don’t want anything like Axel or Rose or–”

“Oh, trust me, he’s tried,” Steve said.

“Rosie is a cute name,” Eddie defended.

“Whatever you say, honey.”

By October, gay marriage had been legalized in Indiana, and they boys were scrambling to throw something together. They figured, after all this time, neither of them cared what the actual ceremony was, they just wanted it to happen. The day everything became legal, they rushed to get everything filed and in order, but apparently every other gay couple in Indiana had the same idea.

Once all their paperwork went through and they received their marriage license in the mail, they made an appointment for their actual wedding day at Hawkins Town Hall. The two wanted it to be as soon as possible, but the closest available date wasn’t until New Years Eve—they figured it was close enough and scheduled the date.

Eddie and Steve invited everyone close to them to a reception being held afterwards, while only inviting The Party to the actual ceremony (in addition to the girls, of course).

By November, they were selected by an expecting mother and awaiting the birth of their child, who was due in March of 2015. It was go time for the couple, prioritizing putting the new baby’s nursery together and informing their daughters of the new arrival.

By December, everything for the new baby was set up, their pre-marriage requirements were completed, and now they just had to wait. They relished in their final month of being considered legally single, and their final few months of only having two kids.

A few days before their ceremony, the boys were downstairs cuddling on the couch, long after putting the girls to bed. Eddie was resting on Steve, chest heaving more than normal.

“You feel okay?” Steve asked.

“Chests a bit tight,” Eddie admitted.

“Do you want your inhaler?”

“No, it’s fine. This has been happening lately. It’ll usually pass in like ten minutes. I promise, I’m okay. I’ve learned my lesson, Stevie, I’d tell you if I wasn’t feeling right.”

“Okay… I trust you, Eds.”

“Took ya long enough,” he teased.

“Listen, and the first time we met, I was told you bit into a fucking bat. Forgive me if it’s taken a while to trust you.”

“I can’t believe you actually thought I bit a bat,” Eddie chuckled hoarsely.

“I had no clue who you were! I didn’t know what kinda shit you did.” Eddie gasped and dramatically threw a hand over his chest, clutching at his heart.

“You didn’t know me? The Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin?”

“I’m hate you and I’m going to bed,” Steve laughed, getting up from the couch.

“You love me and you’ll give me a kiss before heading up.”

“Mm, unfortunately.” Steve gently kissed Eddie before running his hand through his partner’s tangled locks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Don’t stay up too late. You have school in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll be up soon.”

Eddie watched Steve ascend the stairs, admiring him from behind, as he often secretly did. He reclined on the couch as he flipped through the tv channels aimlessly, looking for something to pique his interest. Oddly enough, when he got to VH1, he saw his face.

He sat up on the couch, swinging his legs over to the floor, bracing his elbows on his knees. Without telling him, the entire band agreed to do a Where Are They Now special on Eddie. To be fair, none of them had heard from him since he left the band without a word after his diagnosis (taking the trademark name with him).

He watched his old bandmates trash talk him, saying how he was a dick for leaving without warning, taking the name with him, and falling off the face of the earth. Without realizing, his breathing picked up, slowly becoming more and more strenuous on him.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if someone stabbed him from behind. He lurched forward, falling to the ground, gasping for air. Silent whimpers left his mouth, cries for help never making past his lips. He tried crawling towards the staircase, but the searing pain radiating across his body rendered him useless. Lifeless.

He hoped and prayed that someone, anyone, would walk down the stairs. God, he prayed that Lucie needed a glass of water, or Steve forgot to take his meds, or even something as stupid as June forgetting to put her lunchbox on the counter for Steve to fill.

But no one came.

The following morning, Steve was up bright and early, ready to start the day at five-thirty sharp. He sat up in bed, noticing Eddie was nowhere to be found. He threw on his glasses and headed down the hall to see if the girls were awake—maybe they all got an early start, he thought. However, he found the girls still sound asleep.

He ventured down the stairs, figuring Eddie fell asleep on the couch. Oh lord, he wished he fell asleep on the couch.

As he turned the corner, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. His face fell as he saw Eddie on the floor, all the color drained from his skin, eyes lifeless, as he remained in a half-crawling, half-fetal position. Steve ran to him, immediately cradling his warm body in his arms. He let out an agonized scream as he held Eddie impossibly closer.

Steve cried, tears and drool dripping into Eddie’s curls. He garbled out gibberish, sobbing, pleading for Eddie to come back.

Steve knew it was too late.

His world crumbled around him. He didn’t know who he was anymore without Eddie.

He didn’t even known how much time had passed before he heard the front door jiggle open. He didn’t care enough to see who it was—it could’ve been burglars for all he cared. Take anything you want, just don’t hurt my girls, he’d say, nothing else matters.

“Steve?” Robin’s voice groggily said as she let herself in. “Steve? You there?” She made her way through the house, eventually finding him on the living room floor, clutching onto Eddie for dear life. “Christ, Nancy,” she hissed.

“What?” Nancy whispered.

“Go keep the girls upstairs. Distract them. I don’t care what you do. Just go. And call the M.E.”

“God, no…” she teared up.

“Yeah…” Robin sighed.

As Nancy ran upstairs, Robin slowly approached Steve. She knelt next to him, delicately resting a hand on his shoulder. Steve’s eyes were puffy, his nose was red and sore. He looked about as lifeless as Eddie.

“Steve… you need to let him go,” Robin choked out.

“We just needed to get married,” he whispered.

“What?”

“We have the house. We have the kids. We just needed to get married,” he sobbed. “It’s all he wanted.”

“Steve, he had you. I’m sure that was enough for him.”

“You don’t understand, Rob,” he whimpered. “Not even a month into dating, he said he wanted all these things with me. The first being wanting to live long–“ He cut himself off with a choked sob. “Live long enough to see us get married. He fought this for so long, and to fall short by two fucking days, it’s not fair!” Steve screamed, weeping into Eddie’s corpse.

“No, it’s not, but it happened. You need to let him go now, Stevie…”

“The girls haven’t said goodbye,” he sniffed.

“Okay, well,” she sighed, thinking of how to go about this. “They know something’s wrong. I mean, for god’s sake, they heard you screaming and called Nance and I. Steve, let them say goodbye to their dad before the medical examiner and their team get here. Please, for them.”

“I can’t let him go, Robin…”

“And you never will, but… god, I don’t know, Steve, you know I’m bad at this,” she sighed, rubbing his back. She embraced him in a side hug, placing a gentle kiss on his temple. “I’m sorry…”

With much hesitation, Nancy eventually told the girls what had happened and braced them for what they were about to see. She escorted them downstairs and into the living room where Steve was still holding his dearly departed husband.

He couldn’t muster up any words when he saw his girls. For the first time that morning, he let go of Eddie and held his girls close. They sobbed into his chest as they held onto their papa. Nancy and Robin left them there, holding the M.E. off when he finally arrived.

“A few more minutes… please,” Nancy said. “I’m a doctor, too, and it was an accidental death. AIDS related—a long time coming, if I’m being honest. Just… let them be for a bit.”

“Do you know the cause of death?” he asked.

“I’m assuming his stupid lung,” she sniffed, trying to hold in her tears. “He’s had a long history of tension pneumos. Wouldn’t surprise me if that’s what did it.”

“Thanks, I’ll look into it further. So, how long should I give them?”

“How long ya got?”

The next few days were a blur to Steve. Between the funeral arrangements and what would have been his wedding day, coming and going, he didn’t have a second to think. Yet, his mind was far from quiet.

When the funereal happened, he couldn’t remember what he, their friends, or even their daughters said. Everything faded into obscurity. Nothing, besides their girls, mattered anymore.

He took a bereavement leave from work, shortly followed by his preplanned paternity leave. He was having immense second doubts about fathering a third child, but he didn’t have the heart to tell the mother to find another set of parents. He didn’t have the heart to send a poor, undeserving newborn into foster care.

So, when that fateful date finally came, he was at the hospital with Robin, Nancy, and their girls. The two had been helping him out and trying to get him back on his feet, hyping him up for his third child.

The entire time, he could only think of Eddie. How he was missing this beautiful moment—the moment their family would’ve become whole. But now, a part of it would always be missing.

Sure, the new baby would have never known Eddie, but he would forever live on in the girls’ and Steve’s head.

“It’s a girl!” The doctor cheered, pulling Steve away from his thoughts.

The cord was cut, she was washed off, and promptly handed over to Steve. He hadn’t even realized he was crying as his new daughter was set gently into his arms.

“Oh, my god… hi,” he whispered. “Hi, little one…”

She was screaming her head off, Steve instinctively trying to coo her into a state of calmness.

“Oh, I know, it’s been a hard day,” he sighed.

“Do we have a name?” a CNA asked.

“I think so…” He looked to Robin for a nod of approval. Her eyes softened as she reassuringly ran her hand up and down his arm.

“So?”

“Madeline Edward Harrington…”

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Headcanons from the nurse Steve series that I thought were cute but didn’t know how to work in:

- Eddie was artistic and designed all his tats himself. Steve got one of his bat drawings tattooed over his heart with Eddie’s signature as the wings’ details

- He started wearing the wedding bands they picked out—his on his finger and Eddie’s around his guitar pick chain.

- Eddie’s bandana is tied around the rear view mirror in their car

- Steve saved the last bottle of Eddie’s cologne, but always went out and got a fresh bottle to spray on Eddie’s side of the bed (but immediately noticing when they changed the formula)

- Steve begged Robin and Nancy to move into their guest house so he’d never be lonely, but they declined and said “you never are.”

- Steve and each of the girls have a quarter of Eddie’s ashes in urns in their room, so they each always have a piece of him (even Madeline)

- Their song was This Will Be Our Year by The Zombies

If anyone has any additional headcanons please comment them, I’d love to hear them 🥺🫶🏻 I hope you enjoyed, as gut wrenching as this may have been

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taglist: @steviesbicrisis @manda-panda-monium @adaed5 @letmeplaytheliontoo @pentowrite-wingstofly @piningapple

a/n: i hope you all enjoyed, as sad as this was. i just felt like HIV/AIDS still needs to be talked about and advocated for. stay safe, everyone. you are loved <3 thank you all so much for reading!

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