#call me an optimist all you want (and you're right) but things DO suck right now
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Alright guys, sit down, I have to tell you all something very important. It's something you already know, but you NEED to hear this again.
You only get ONE life.
You only get one shot at this. You only get one lifetime to live it to your definition of the fullest, be that skydiving, entrepreneurship, or a quiet marriage. You only get one shot to tell people the things you need to tell them. You only get ONE shot to make yourself happy.
Yes, we have many, many, MANY years and many, MANY, MANY opportunities to start any of these! But... do you really want to do that on your deathbed? After you can look back and decide if you were happy with your life or not? When it's too late to change it?
I phrased this as doom and gloom on purpose, so allow me to elaborate and bring this back down a notch.
This post is about love. Straight-up. You only get ONE life, and I want you to take a moment right now and ask yourself if you're satisfied with how you view the world. Forget your living situation or your mental state for just a moment! How do you like your view of the world?
Is it a dark, disgusting thing, filled with smog, hatred, and fire? Is it a bright, beautiful thing filled with Good Vibes™ and sunshine? Or is it somewhere in the middle? Don't take these words literally. If you were to tell me if you think Earth is a good place to live, what would your honest answer be?
Now, let's go smaller. What is your honest opinion of your own world. Not fictional, real. Your circle of friends. the news you see. You personally. Now, how do you view the world? Did your answer change?
Now, let's ask this: what can you do to improve your opinion of the world?
Your personal sphere is the more important example, here, but this does apply to overall as well. If you're not happy in your own sphere, then you NEED to make a change. Stop reading bad news. Take a breath and leave arguments. Go watch that show you've been putting off. Your Steam library needs dusting.
You only get to live one life. So why are you letting yourself be miserable?
Dogs are real. Cats are real. Music is real. Soft, huggable plushies are real. The sun, fluffy clouds, your friends, potential friends you've never met yet, and you. You are real.
Take a breath. Breathe it in. You are real.
You have the capability to make your own choices.
You have the capability to choose when to hold on or let go of a thing or person.
You have the capability to say no to someone.
You have the capability to do the things you want to do, no matter how bleak your situation looks right now.
And doesn't that sound amazing?
Why do we hold on to hatred? Is hating someone really making you happy, or is it putting words in your mouth?
You don't have to like everyone. Far from it. If you don't like someone, we live in a day and age where avoiding them has never been easier. Block, report, drive away, walk. Anything works.
But you don't have to hate, either.
I'm almost done, I promise, but I want to tell you one more important thing. You probably already know this one, too, but you need to hear it anyway.
Hatred comes from love.
That seems really weird, right? Contradictory? Well, it is!
Hatred of a person could start because someone you love got hurt, or someone you love said bad things about someone else. Hatred could come from witnessing someone you love get hurt by an entire group, or one person. Or, it could come from watching a clip on the news. It could come from listening to your family talk about how much they hate a group, and then you'll hate that group, too, because you love your family.
That's all it is.
Any form of hatred can be broken down in this way. We hate because we feel that something or someone we love is violated, and we want to protect them. This can be from things like lions, tigers, plagues, and oceans, but it could also be from race, sexuality, bodily autonomy, countries, or your very own neighbors
But... is that hatred justifiable?
Can you really hate the entire ocean because your friend almost drowned there? Can you really hate a lion for needing to eat? Can you really hate someone who just wants to feel right in this world?
Cuz guess what?
You only have ONE SHOT at life.
But so do they.
Every creature needs to eat, no matter what your relationship with their prey is. The ocean isn't even alive, your fellow man was just unprepared to face it, and that's no one's fault. And that trans person wants to live their life to the fullest, too, whatever their definition of fullest is.
Now that I have the transphobes' attention, is hating this group making you happy?
I'd bet the majority of you say yes, right? But stop and think about this. Really, really think about this. What is something you've always wanted to do? Paint? Fly? Study? It can be anything.
Now, is hating a group of people in any way getting you closer to that dream?
...
No, right?
So why are you wasting the energy?
This goes about any group, too. Jewish people, people of color, gay people, muslims, disabled people, ect. Is hating this group of people who also only get ONE shot really making you happy? Helping you achieve your dreams?
No, right?
So why are you wasting the energy?
Now, if a group IS getting in the way (or trying to get in the way) of you trying to achieve those dreams? Great! I hate fascism, too! But now you know why.
You only get ONE shot at life. The choices you're making now are building up to a grander whole, a tapestry you will see as you lay on your death bed. Did you live a good life?
Yes, we struggle. There are times when it's fucking unfair. The world seems out to get us sometimes, but that's not your fault. Your responsibility then becomes what you choose to do with those struggles. Crumple under them, or push through? It's easy to fall apart, but so, so worth it in the end to get that 1st place ribbon you've always wanted.
So, how can you improve your worldview today?
#sorry this is so long i've been thinking about this a lot#call me an optimist all you want (and you're right) but things DO suck right now#hi hello i'm trans and gay and disabled#so i get it life fucking sucks#but we only get ONE.#i want to do the best with my time here. maybe impact a few lives.#living life to the fullest for me is much more down to earth than a lot of people's definition of that is#but i dont care#i want to make people happy and then go out with a bang#i dont want to hate people#unless they're actively hurting those around them (fascism) and doing it on purpose then we can arm ourselves here#fighting back against hatred- things like cops or jk rowling- doesnt happen with more hatred#it happens via community#it happens via a stronger love#love that brings people together for more reasons than hatred#because a love formed on hatred isn't love at all#it's just more hatred#anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk. i gotta eat something before work#dimond speaks#ask to tag
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Honest question, how do you think Clear Sky would react if he got yeeted to the Dark Forest upon death. I've been thinking about this for an AU and I have how I'll do it, but I'm super curious how you'd approach it because I like hearing you talk about the worst man ever
Oh he'd build an empire. Like. Immediately. First couple of cats that fall in with him would end up getting turned into his lackeys.
I lean into the Christian coding a lot but like, unironically, Clear Sky is the sort of dramaturge who could deliver lines out of Paradise Lost without breaking a sweat
Paradise Lost is about how Satan's ego lead him to oppose God, how he justifies hanging onto his anger at having had his ass kicked, and how he rallies all his demons to continue to fight for a lost cause they can't possibly win. Milton basically wrote it to connect that theme to humanity itself, exploring the various ways that Satan and humans aren't so different.
It just feels so right with Clear Sky in mind. Everyone knows the "Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven" line that the speech in Book 1 ends with, but the CONTEXT of Satan's words there is that he's looking at all his fallen allies doing the family guy death post at literally rock bottom, all these people who lost everything by following him, and he's giving them a pep talk.
"Ok yes. It smells like a sulphuric fart, the lights keep flickering, and everything is on fire," says Satan, "But maybe this is a you-problem. I'M this funny little thing called an ✨optimist✨ and you know what? Maybe God never built a minecraft base here because he's the real loser. YOU can say it's hell but you know what I call it? Free real estate babey. NOW LET'S GO FUCK WITH HIM!!!!"
And that's honestly the EXACT way I see Clear Sky reacting to something like that. Like he'd ever just lay down and die?? HELL no. He'd be PISSED that StarClan was SO UNGRATEFUL to him, that they did something so spiteful and unfair. Sure, he Made Some Mistakes, but he had to make HARD choices, and he was NEVER WRONG, and deserves his place being honored.
He might briefly have a moment of self-pity, woefully consider just giving up... but in the end, his damning would make him so mad. He'd want to get back at them as soon as his brief pity party is over (just like he did with One Eye), and he's absolutely incapable of ever NOT bossing other cats around. He just needs one or two goons before he's got a little base of power, and you KNOW that cats like Petal would do anything to go fight by his side again.
So yeah. If you're asking me, sending Clear Sky to the Dark Forest would unironically just result in the devil. And you'd have a great opportunity there, because StarClan SUCKS.
Both sides would be terrible options and you can really expand on the unfairness of WC's afterlife system, and the way that banishing a person like Clear Sky to an eternal prison with other desperate cats just ends up enabling and empowering his worst impulses.
#bone babble#He also reminds me a ton of Father homunculus in the flask from Fullmetal tbh. Especially his ending speaking to Truth#How in the end he's begging for his life and falling into the emotions of humanity that he had previously tried to reject#Showing that at no point was the creature fully able to stop BEING some flavor of human. It was part of him all along.#The way that he hated himself for that. But how he falls back on those things as a plea when he's truly helpless for the first time in year#''What was I supposed to do?!''
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𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐄𝐧𝐝
✨When he realises he has fallen for you.
Tags: fem!reader x bakugou, fluff, bakugou's birthday series 2023
For once, falling down doesn't hurt.
It wasn't serious or anything. Dunce Face wasn't seriously hurt even though he should have known better than to gamble his chance with Bakugou that day. Now, all Bakugou could do was block out the yawns being let out by Kirishima's big mouth and comments about how he should have slept earlier.
Serves him right, Bakugou smirks to himself. That's why he always got his shit straight before his scheduled bedtime. Call him old fashion or whatever, he'll tell whoever stated that to him in the face to fuck right off.
He was just extra on edge today, Denki's words still ringing loud in his head like an alarm clock that didn't have a snooze button.
"Did you know Y/n likes you, Bakugou?"
Instantly, the desire to hit Denki again comes crawling up his arms into his hands. So what if it was a goddamn joke?
He knows that he fell for you months ago.
Bakugou found you there one day when he was out on his morning run. It was that forested part of the school grounds nestled between the dorm rooms and the school.
For some reason, you'd always hang out there to eat lunch or train, Bakugou had no idea why you had your weird obsession with training there, but it seemed to work for you so who was he to judge?
When he's around, you'd primarily train hand-to-hand combat to avoid setting fires to the trees. He had to admit you were an excellent sparring partner, that was the whole reason he kept coming back. But soon, he found those words crossing the blurry line into the realm of "excuses".
Those words are what Bakugou forces himself to think whenever he happens to see you outside his balcony window, struggling with your form or a particular attack with your Quirk. He groans and throws himself of the balcony to get there faster than necessary. (You're cute when you get startled too.)
That's what he tells himself when he plops down next to you while you're having lunch with that cute little crease between your eyebrows as you study an assignment.
There's just something about your determination, your hard work and selflessness, that draws Bakugou to you like bees to a flower.
Excuses.
Disregardment.
Denial.
This is the one thing he doesn't face head-on because he knows the shit he has to go through when he ever acknowledges it.
Denki's words reverberate of the imaginary walls of his brain again.
"Did you know Y/n likes you, Bakugou?"
Fuck. Where is that Dunce Face? He needs to explode him, now.
It isn't those words that make Bakugou realise he likes you. He'll make sure no God can save Denki if he's the reason Bakugou ever figured out his own feelings for someone as special as you. It isn't those times that you've bested him in fights by millimetres, or made him swallow his words in a way no one can. It isn't those times that you're so fucking perfect, strong, or great that makes Bakugou realise that he likes your shittily styled ass.
It's those silent moments in the forested part in view of his dorm room, the nights seem deadly...
that you let your guard down in front of him to show him your scars.
Your weaknesses.
Your flaws.
Somehow, you've got the image of your optimistic attitude going that many have naturally assumed that you are incapable of crying. Bakugou has seen your tears before though.
Vulnerability is something Bakugou has detested his entire life. And to see you, with feelings pooled so raw and open when you finally admit how inferior you feel to your classmate makes Bakugou suck in a breath of understanding and empathy.
"I don't want to be left behind, please Bakugou," He remembers your voice, a little tired, a little broken, as you tilt your head up to meet his eyes with watery ones.
"Don't leave me behind."
There's one last moment...
And then Bakugou plunges.
It was that day, as he wraps his arms around you that he realises, oh, I like you.
It takes another second, as you bury your head into his neck, for him to reach another conclusion: I want you.
He's gone of the deep end and no longer gives two fucks about pride or his insecurities.
He likes you. And he wants you.
You're strong, but you're human too, and that's the moment Bakugou finally grits his teeth and glares at his feelings straight in the face. "Yeah, I like this shithead." He says to himself. It's loud enough for him to hear, with unwavering confidence and certainty, but soft enough such that your head is still tucked into his shoulder blade. "And I'm gonna make sure she never cries those fucking tears ever again."
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Bakugou grits his teeth and yanks himself out of his stupid trip down memory lane. A pretty cherry blossom flower flutters into his hair. Denki's gonna die today.
#mha#mha fanfiction#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugō#bakugo x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katuski x reader#my hero academia#fluff#bakugou fluff#bakugou's birthday series 2023
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Ok don’t publish it if you don’t have to but man this weekend is bumming me right out with this “
Yeah, there is certainly some aggression going on against people wishing for resurrection because others find it a poignant narrative that a sacrifice can't be undone, that it lasts and has consequences, that it puts weight to the stakes. And they think that coming back to life after specifically doing something you know will 100% kill you cheapens sacrifice.
Personally, I think that being brought back after you willingly and knowingly and successfully gave your life for others tells a story of how much you're loved. It's your friends saying "Fuck that. You're going to live. We're all going to live. We'll keep dragging each other back until we can't anymore, so fucking be here and fight."
It also adds another level of desperation to be stronger, smarter, to not be caught like that ever again because who knows if you can get them back next time (and however many times you fail after that). Resurrections get harder ever time a person is brought back. This is part of what bit Scanlan's ass right before Bard's Lament: the Revivify didn't take, so the rest of Vox Machina brought in his daughter to call him back during the Resurrection (which he hated) and got the chance to be dicks about bringing him back with the dumb pranks, all of which led to setting Scanlan off. And sure, Bells Hells had that desperation to keep each other alive from the Bassuras fight, but that doesn't mean that the sentiment can't be further sharpened even when you've managed to steal back all the lives of your party members that she took.
Honestly, I think that just having Chet and FCG die against the Murder Machine of Otohan after Bells Hells specifically and successfully went to efforts to get stronger still ups the stakes even if both end up revived. "All our might and we still faced that loss. It would have been all of us if FCG didn't make that play. We still cannot face the enemy leadership head-on as we are. We must get stronger still."
And I really think there's some fun character development to be had in giving FCG a flesh body. Will he actually like what they've envied about the others? How does one handle a completely new body that they're grateful for (that they should be grateful for, otherwise they'd be dead) but is just so different from what they know? Yes, FCG had that last moment clarity that he was in fact already fully alive, but there's definitely some "alive in the flesh" things to explore.
And more faith to explore too. Like, did he get to meet the Changebringer and talk with her in the afterlife? The Raven Queen? Speaking of just being in the afterlife, what about meeting Eshteross again? The other members of the Division of Public Benefit that he killed?
Also, I'm not sure how big a fan I am of the heavy breakdowns that will happen if FCG isn't resurrected. Bells Hells is suffering pretty good as is and I'd like them to have some happiness inbetween all the Moon Bullshit. Conflict drives a story, but you need soft moments to wind it down between heavy moments.
Because truthfully, most of what you get from keeping FCG dead is a bunch of breakdowns in the party without it's most optimistic member who actually advocates for communication, which they all suck at for various personal reasons. And a push towards the Villain Arc path that, honestly, a few are walking just fine without FCG staying dead and/or can still be pushed further down it just by the fact that he decided to kill himself to save their asses when no one wants to let any of the others go.
I do think that as far as martyrdom goes, what FCG did took a nice step away from "giving my life because it's worth less than any one of theirs and I think dying for a cause will give me absolution for the people I rage killed" and into "giving my life because it will save them and I don't know what else to do that will save them." There are certainly posts that get into the distinction between those choices better than I have. Which is where I think the "best ending for FCG" idea comes from, as it happened under the "best" reasoning for FCG to martyr himself. And to a certain degree, people have decided that martyrdom was unavoidable for FCG or that he was just highly prone to it and this was a good time/way to do it.
Still doesn't change that a self-sacrificing character did in fact sacrifice themself, though. Or that it didn't have to be the end that FCG met.
And I understand to some degree how Everyone Comes Back to Life if You Try can feel like it undermines the stakes. Because if no one stays dead, what do you have to fear from walking into mortal danger? Everyone will be fine right? Which is wrong. There is still trauma in dying, even when you're brought back. The realization of mortality, the struggle to steal back a life when it's not just a quick prayer in the heat of battle. And the ever looming possibility that you do it right and it's still not enough to steal them back.
Also, from the wider in-the-game-world's perspective: Resurrection is rare as shit and only people with immense wealth, connections, and/or power even have a shot at it.
Even mechanically it's not easy. You have to mind time limits, expensive costs, body conditions, spell levels and slots, not to mention that the dice can always say no.
So yes, Bells Hells probably needs to go to less effort to Reincarnate FCG than they did to resurrect Laudna because all they're missing is components while they have the likes of Keyleth who kind of owe them for Moon Scouting and killing Otohan and should be able to provide.
#I don't know if this covers it right#but like. there are reasons to leave FCG dead (mostly Sam's wishes) and reasons to bring him back#both are valid and we won't know which way it swings until the next episode(s)#and it's not hating consequences to want FCG back. it's knowing it's possible and wanting that sequence of consequences#like Sam could take FCG back and impose some new limit on them. play “didn't come back right” beyond the new body for consequences#so. ya'know. trust the cast to tell the story and don't get on each other's asses about different hopes for what comes next#MQ&A#critical role#cr speculation#cr spoilers#fcg
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assigning GUTS songs to stranger things characters (i know this has been done a ton of times already but i'm doing it anyway):
all-american bitch: nancy
"I know my age and I act like it"
"I'm a perfect all-american bitch"
"I know my place, I know my place, and this is it"
"I'm the eternal optimist, I scream inside to deal with it"
"I pay attention to things most people ignore"
(el could also work with this one, but i felt like with the whole nuclear family thing the wheelers have going on that nancy fits better)
bad idea right?: max
"'I only see him as a friend' the biggest lie I ever said"
"can't two people reconnect?"
"but god, when I look at you, my brain goes 'ah', can't hear my thoughts"
vampire: joyce
"every girl I talked to told me you were bad, bad news"
"you're so convincing, how do you lie without flinching?"
"I've made some real big mistakes, but you make the worst one look fine"
"the way you sold me for parts"
"you said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard? you can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart"
"I loved you truly. gotta laugh at the stupidity"
lacy: el
"I linger all the time, watchin', hidden in plain sight"
"aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?"
"I feel your compliments like bullets on skin"
"and I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you"
ballad of a homeschooled girl: mike
"and I hate all my clothes, feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones"
"the party's done, and I'm no fun, I know I know, I know, I know"
"I made it weird, I made it worse"
"everything I do is tragic"
"I'm shocked I'm still alive"
(this could also work for robin tbh)
making the bed: mike
"another perfect moment that doesn't feel like mine, another thing I forced to be a sign"
"push away all the people who know me the best"
"every good thing has turned into something I dread"
"and I tell someone I love them, just as a distraction"
logical: will (psa this is from will's pov i don't think any of this of mike)
"come for me like a savior, and I'd put myself through hell for you"
"and I fell for you like rain falls from a February sky, but now the current's stronger and I couldn't get out if I tried"
"oh, why do I do this? I look so stupid thinking two plus two equals five, and I'm the love of your life"
"'cause if rain don't pour and sun don't shine, then changing you is possible"
"you lied, you lied, you lied"
"I guess love is never logical"
"the sky is green, the grass is red, and you mean all those words you said"
"I know I'm half responsible, and that makes me feel horrible"
"I know I could've stopped it all, god why didn't I stop it all?"
"'cause loving you is loving every argument you held over my head"
get him back!: max (NOT about lumax, just how she'd handle a different breakup)
"I want sweet revenge, I want him again"
"do I love him? do I hate him? I guess it's up and down"
"I wanna make him really jealous, I wanna make him feel bad"
"I wanna break his heart, then be the one to stitch it up"
"I wanna meet his mom, just to tell her her son sucks"
love is embarrassing: will
"and then, you kissed some girl from high school"
"waited by my phone like a goddamn fool"
"god, love's embarrassing as hell"
"and I consoled you while you cried over your ex-girlfriend's new guy" (minus the new guy part)
"you found a new version of me"
"I give up, I give up, but I keep comin' back for more"
the grudge: lucas
"how could anyone do the things you did so easily?"
"I try to be tough, I try to be mean, but even after all this, you're still everything to me, and I know you don't care, I guess that's fine"
"one phone call from you and my entire world was changed"
"and I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did, but I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it"
"and I know in my heart, hurt people hurt people"
(this song doesn't 100% represent lucas and max's relationship in s4 imo but it comes the closest)
pretty isn't pretty: el
"there's always something in the mirror that I think looks wrong"
"when pretty isn't pretty enough, what do you do?"
"I could change up my body and change up my face, I could try every lipstick in every shade, but I'd always feel the same"
"fix the thing you hated, and you'd still feel insecure"
"I chased some dumb ideal my whole fucking life, and none of it matters and none of it ends"
teenage dream: will
"they all say that it gets better, it gets better, but what if I don't?"
"when am I gonna stop being wise beyond my years and just start being wise?"
"I'll blow out the candles, happy birthday to me" (birthdaygate)
"but I fear that they already got all the best parts of me"
"will I spend all the rest of my years wishin' I could go back?"
#stranger things#byler#nancy wheeler#mike wheeler#will byers#el hopper#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#I really wanted to include dustin in this but none of the songs fit him :(#joyce byers#lumax#also i didn't know what to put for vampire so i figured i'd put joyce in reference to her and lonnie's marriage#guts album
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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels
AN: The moment everyone reading this story has been waiting for has finally arrived! Ada's here! About time huh? I skimmed over this chapter so if I missed any mistakes...my bad. Also, you're not gonna like Ada right away. I said slow burn. And I mean SLOW burn. Suffer. Enjoy the story :)
TW: Death, gore, mention of suicide, mention of sexual assault, language, overall angst, ect. Typical Resident Evil stuff and things. Sorry if anyone gets traumatized because I suck at TW's.
Chapter 7:
-September 29, 1998-
"So, what have you been doing while you were here?" You asked Ben as you sat next to him on the bed, leaned against the wall with your legs sprawled out in front of you.
You both had been in here for hours, and you were getting restless. The more time that passed, the more your anxiety and dread had built up.
He shrugged. "Mostly smoking and sleeping. Trying to ignore the snarls of the infected.” He paused. “And the sounds of something else."
"Something else?" You asked, interest piqued.
"Something bigger. Something stronger. It's called the Tyrant, I believe. I found that out prior to getting locked in here. I can hear it lurking around. I don't know exactly what it's after, but I have a feeling." He said nervously.
That sounded awfully familiar. Like the creature that was after Jill. Is there another creature out there? Looking for someone?
"What, you?" You asked. He shook his head.
"Both of us. And any survivors. I think that whatever is out there was sent by Umbrella. To get rid of witnesses." Ben said.
You heard the eerie sound of metal shifting in the distance, but quickly shook it off as just the sounds of an old building.
"That's a good theory." You said as you stood from the bed to start pacing, glancing out the cell every now and then to see if anything was out there.
"I know. I'm pretty proud I came up with that one." Ben grinned weakly, cigarette in hand once more.
"How have you not run out of cigarettes?" You asked.
"I had a few packs in my bag." He said.
"You should quit. They're bad for you." You ran a hand through your matted hair, tugging at a few knots. You wished you had a hair tie.
"Like it will matter if we don't get out of here." Ben scoffed.
"Yeah." You sighed. You both sit in silence, the harsh reality of everything spoiling any positivity you could have possibly had in here.
"So, do you think Katherine is okay?" Ben hesitantly questioned, breaking the silence.
You paused, really thinking about the question and your next words "Honestly… No. No I don't."
He looked saddened by this. "Wow, ever the optimist." He weakly said.
"Look, I'm sorry. But with the shit he's done," you shook your head. "I don't see it ending well for her unless she really fights back."
"You don't think she'll fight back?"
"I think she will. But her survival might depend on whether luck is on her side." You grimly stated. The odds are eighty-twenty here. From what you've seen, luck has not been on anyone's side in Raccoon City. And as morbid as it was, you didn't want to get your hopes up.
"Wow, you've changed in the last few days." Ben said.
"Have I?" You turned to face him, leaning against the bars.
"Yeah. You're more of a hard ass. And somehow more pessimistic." You looked down, slightly hurt by his words. No matter how true. He didn't mean them in a mean way. But you didn't like that you've changed so quickly in the span of a few days.
Ben quickly realized what he had said might have been taken wrong. He quickly tried to reassure you.
"I don't blame you, Y/n. I really don't. With the shit you've seen… What have you seen?" He asked.
"Death. Lots of death, for starters." You started.
"No shit. What else?"
You hesitated. "I've seen what these viruses turn people into. And animals, for that matter. It just causes so much pain. It makes me wonder how many more people went through that pain before this all happened."
"You mean since Umbrella was founded?"
"Yes. How many people were taken off the streets to be experimented on? How many orphans? How many animals? How many were just simply discarded once they were deemed failures like they were trash?"
"People are cruel." Ben said. He said it so simply. Because that's how it's always been. You've seen that cruelty first hand many times. And yet, somehow, you are always caught off guard by just how evil people can be. It saddens you. It angers you. It makes you feel hopeless.
"I know that. Humanity is cruel. And yet, it still baffles me just how far people will go. It pisses me off." You hissed.
"Well that's good. I'd be concerned if you weren't upset." Ben told you.
You sighed and sat back down. "Will giving Jill that drive even make a difference? Umbrella is a big corporation. People in the fucking government are in on it. There's probably a whole cover up on what's going on in the city right now."
"Mhm, what do you think it will be?" Ben asked, taking a drag.
"Something stupid. Like a bad flu or a skin disease being spread or something."
"Not far from the truth."
"Still not the truth." You pointed out. He shrugged and nodded in agreement.
You and Ben heard the sound of footsteps and glanced at each other. Was it Irons?
"Hello?" Ben called out.
"Hey." A man called back, walking into your line of sight. You and Ben quickly stood from the bed.
The man had short, flowing, blonde hair and was donning a police uniform. He looked pretty well put together for someone who had been in the station for a week. Making you think that he probably just got here recently.
"I don't believe it, a real human. Hello human." Ben joked.
"And what am I? Not human?" You asked.
"Yeah, you're out of this world, Y/n." He said dryly, making you snort.
"You two been here long?" The blonde man asked you two.
"He has. I just got here." You shrugged.
"Long enough. Are we the last ones alive?" Ben asked. He was really asking to see if he knew if Katherine was still alive. But also Irons.
"No. No, there's a few of us." The man said. That didn't help.
"Oh. That's good news, I guess." Ben started.
"Yeah."
"Unless, of course, Irons sent you." You added.
"Irons…? You mean Chief Irons? Is he still around?"
"Who cares. Hopefully he's somebody's dinner by now." Ben said bitterly. You threw him a glare. His attitude will not help get you two out.
"What do you mean by that?" The man questioned.
"He's the bastard that locked me in here. And Y/n. Her not that long ago, actually."
"I'm sure he had a good reason." The man defended.
You looked at him in disbelief. Yeah, he must be new. Or stupid.
You laughed bitterly. "Sure. Yeah. You really need to get better idols, dude." You sighed, leaning against the bars.
"He did have a good reason." Ben takes a drag off his cigarette, before throwing it out. "I was about to blow the whistle on his dirty ass. I'd have done the same thing too, I guess. And she," he gestured to you."she was about to get me and my girlfriend out of here and away from him."
You all heard metal creaking once more and looked down the hall to the direction it came from. Ben and you began to grow more nervous and you shared a glance. Your recent conversation was still fresh in your mind.
"Hey, I'll make you a deal. Unlock the cell, and I'll give you this." Ben held up a parking garage pass he had on him. "There's no other way out of that parking garage. Believe me!"
"Sorry. I can't do that. I have to talk to the Chief first." The man said. You groaned. Now is not the time to be following rules.
The metal creaks once more. Louder.
"Irons is not a good man. He's a murderer. He will kill you if you find him." You warned the man. But, he didn't listen.
"Look, we're all prisoners in this station. So either we play nice, and help each other out-" Ben glanced down the hall when loud, heavy footsteps were heard. Your heart dropped. "Shit. It's coming."
"What? What's coming?" The man asked.
Ben began to back away towards the wall while you stayed right by the bars. Trying to see if you can get a glance of whatever was after you.
"Come on. Come on, don't be an asshole. Okay you need this! Just get us the fuck out of here!" Ben yelled desperately. You turned to him and took a step forward to attempt to comfort and calm him down.
A sudden hand exploded through the wall and grabbed Ben's head, wrapping its large, gloved, fingers tightly around his skull.
"Ben!" You screamed as you stepped back, tripping and falling to a seated position on the floor in a childish way to appear smaller and disappear. You didn't have your gun. You didn't have anything to help him. You had nowhere to go.
The giant hand holding him by the head dragged him up and against the wall to the right, breaking more rows of bricks. Ben screamed in pain before his head was crushed in the tight grasp.
"Oh my god." The man said. Ben was dropped to the ground, head crushed and deformed. Dead.
You sat there and did nothing to help. You did nothing to save your friend. You did nothing to help Katherine. You did nothing to help Ben. You failed him.
You failed them both.
You stared, wide eyed and waited, holding your breath. You were waiting for it to get you next. You stay curled up quietly, hands still covering your head from when the bricks fell. The figure slowly walked away. Leaving you alone in the cell with your dead friend.
You held a hand to your mouth and covered a sob. Tears threatened to fall as you stared at Ben. Just a few minutes ago you were having a conversation. And now he's dead. You panted heavily, on the verge of a panic attack.
How many more people have to die? How many before Umbrella is shut down for good? What do you have to do to just get all of this to stop?
You quickly shook your head and wiped away your tears. You'll have to grieve later.
Your sadness quickly turned to anger. Now, you survive. You survive and go after the bastard who locked you both in here in the first place. Now, you save Katherine.
You stood up and turned to the man. Now noticing another newcomer beside him.
You studied the woman. She wore a trench coat and her silky black hair had a short bob haircut parted to one side. You couldn't really tell from the dark and the large sunglasses on her face, but you think she might be part North Asian, judging by what features you could see. Even though you couldn't see much, you could tell she was beautiful.
"I- I don't even know what happened. It just…happened so quick." The man said to the woman, not noticing you had composed yourself. You stood there and watched them, trying to figure out what type of people you were dealing with.
The woman sighed as she leaned against the bars with a grimace as she looked at Ben's dead body. "I told you to get out of here. Wouldn't want to end up like Ben, would you?"
"You knew him?"
"He was an informant. Had information of use to my investigation." She crossed her arms coldly.
"So what he said was true? What they both said."
"Of course what he said was fucking true!" You shouted, angrily, glaring at the man. How dare he accuse Ben of being a liar. Your rage blinded you for a moment, making you want to bash the man's head against the cell bars.
They turned to look at you and you took a deep breath and sighed, leaning your head against the cool bars in a futile attempt to relieve your growing headache.
"Can you hand me my bag?" You asked, reaching an arm out through the bars, gesturing to your bag lying on the floor and out of your reach.
"Why?" The man asked. You rolled your eyes.
"Because I have something in there that might let you activate the cell panel without having to go searching for the missing pieces. Unless you want to leave me here to die too?" The man had the audacity to look guilty. The look was similar to that of a kicked puppy. You felt your guilt push aside your bubbling rage.
You sighed. "Sorry. That was uncalled for. You wouldn't have been able to let us out in time anyways. He was a lost cause." You deadpanned. It pained you to say those words out loud. But you pushed the feeling aside. Leon went to grab your bag, but was stopped by an arm of the woman beside him. She reached down and grabbed your bag, holding it up just out of reach. You turned to look at the woman with a raised eyebrow. "Who the hell are you?"
"FBI." She flashed you her badge with her free hand, but you barely had time to study it before she put it away. "You worked with Ben, didn't you?"
You looked at her with obvious distrust on your face. "Hmm, maybe. Why, wanna blackmail me for information by dangling my key to freedom in my face?" You asked rhetorically. You knew exactly how this was going to go.
"Not blackmail. Make a deal. I'll let you out if you tell me what I want to know. If you don't, then I won't. From what I've heard, you had gathered more information on Umbrella out of the two of you anyway." The woman said coldly.
"Literally the definition of blackmail, you lunatic. Also, who the hell told you that?" You asked. She just shrugged and you turned to look at the man. "What, you're just gonna let her keep me in here? For what?"
"Well, she's FBI." The man stuttered. He seemed conflicted, but decided to let the FBI lady do her thing.
"Right. Yeah. I don't trust cops or the FBI at the moment. Scratch that. I don't trust anyone or anything to do with the fucking government." you said as you leaned away from the bars and looked to the crumbled wall, purposely avoiding gazing at Ben's dead body.
For all you knew, the FBI was in on all this too.
"Why, cause you're a criminal?" The man asked. You laughed bitterly, anger churning in your chest once more. You turned to face them once more, a fake smile on your face as you mock him with your head tilted to the side.
"Right, you think that because I'm locked in here, huh?" Your smile dropped and you stalk closer and lean against the bars once more, emphasizing your next words. "Well news flash buddy, your Chief of Police is the one that locked me in here. He's a monster. Probably worse than any of the things you've come across in and outside this station since you've come to this city."
"Why? He mutated?" He asked.
"No. Because he's human. And humans are cruel. And people have died in the name of that cruelty. Ben can attest to that."
"Umbrella did that, Y/n. They sent that creature and caused Ben's death and all of the other deaths in the city. Don't you want to stop them?" The woman said, switching tactics. You snorted and let an amused grin slip.
"Oh, I see what you did there. You wanna play that game? Alright, let's play. What's in it for you if I help you, huh?" You paused to think for a moment. Why did this all start to begin with? The G-virus. Those combat men were after it. Pretty much everyone was after it. Why wouldn't she be?
"If I had to guess, it has something to do with a…certain virus? No? Your superiors need it for something?" You can't tell if she reacts thanks to the sunglasses. Maybe that's why she's wearing them at night.
"On the nose, actually. Good for you. My job is to retrieve the G-virus to help take down Umbrella's entire operation. And to do that, I need any information you have regarding them and the G-virus."
"Figures. And you'll just let me out if I promise to tell you?"
"You have my word."
Well, it's not like you have much of a choice here. Maybe you could use this to your advantage.
"Mmhm, alright. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Under one condition though." You starred.
"You're in no place to make demands." The woman scowled slightly.
"Oh? I thought we were gonna make a deal." You snarked. "You let me out first. And you're gonna let me go to the orphanage."
"And why do you need to go to the orphanage?"
"Because Irons took my friend there. And he's going to kill her if I don't get to him first."
"Your friend? Ben's girlfriend?" The man asked.
"You were listening. Yes, Katherine Warren. The mayor's daughter. The bastard left his daughter when things started getting bad with the outbreak. She was left with Irons. Who, by the way, if you're curious, has a history of killing women and turning them into taxidermy. So yeah, I need to get out of here and get to her before I tell you anything."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" The woman asked.
You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Look in my bag for the files. Most of them are on Irons and his dealings. Some in particular are disturbing memoirs and personal files on his feelings on women and taxidermy. Some are just general knowledge we collected on Umbrella." The woman reached into your bag to grab the files. "Once I get Katherine, I will help you with whatever you want. Now, do we have a deal?"
The woman looked through the first few files and sighed. You were telling the truth. And some information was helpful. She supposed she could let you out now.
"Fine. We have a deal. You get your friend. Then we go to NEST and you help me find the G-virus." She said, holding out your bag.
You sighed in relief and snatched your bag. "Awesome. Thanks a bunch." You dig through your bag and quickly find your pack of gum. You placed your bag on the ground and quickly took out three pieces to use on the electric lock.
"Gum?" You asked as you shoved one in your mouth and opened the other two. The woman shakes her head and the man takes a piece from your hand. You shove the other stick in your mouth and quickly begin folding the pieces of aluminum into squares.
"How is gum supposed to help?" The man asked.
"Gum won't. The wrappers will though. Aluminum conducts electricity. Which will, hopefully, get the electric lock to budge and get me the hell out of here." You said as you finished folding the wrappers.
"Clever." The woman said.
"Thank you. If it works. Here, one of you can place these in the three slots. Please." You added at the end, trying to be polite. Your nerves were on overdrive and you did not want to sit in this cell any longer with the dead body of your friend.
The man takes them from your hand and quickly sticks them in the slots. After some fidgeting, the lock finally dings, letting you out. You turned to Ben's body to grab his recording device and parking pass, giving him one last glance.
"I'm sorry, Ben." You shook your head sadly and walked out of the cell.
"Alright. Go team. Good job." You deadpanned as you tossed the recording device to the woman and rushed to grab your discarded guns from the floor. "That may be useful to you. It was from an interview Ben had with Annette Birkins. What are your name's by the way?" You questioned as you put your handgun on your side and cocked your shotgun. It was fully loaded.
"I'm Leon Kennedy. You are?" The blonde police officer asked.
"Y/n L/n." You both turned to look expectantly at the woman.
"Name's Ada." She huffed simply. What? No last name?
"Cute name. Nice to meet you Ada and Leon." Just as you said that, every cell holding a zombie was let out and you sighed as sirens went off. "Fuck. Okay, time to go."
You mostly tried to avoid zombies as you ran to the exit, Ada and Leon following closely. You shoot every now and then if one gets too close to you for comfort. As you barged through the door, you gasped and froze when you saw a big, human-like creature that wore a trench coat. It sort of reminded you of that thing that was after Jill.
"Ah, the Tyrant I presume?" You asked.
"Keep it busy." Ada said to you and Leon as she ran to the other end of the parking garage. To do what? You didn't know. Hopefully something helpful.
The Tyrant began walking toward you and Leon at a slow but consistent pace. You shot it with your shotgun and it barely reacted. Yeah, a lot like the creature that was chasing Jill.
Leon joined in shooting, but that barely did any damage either. It came at you and you ducked and dodged as it tried swatting at and grabbing you. As you tried getting further away, it grabbed you by your backpack and lifted you off the ground.
This is the first time your damn bag has put you in danger.
The Tyrant quickly wrapped around your neck with its giant hand and started to squeeze tightly. You saw white and your brain flashed back to when Ben was killed mere minutes ago. You gasped and choked and tried to fight it off. Leon tried shooting it. Even throwing a grenade. Nothing was working.
Until a fucking SWAT van came crashing into it at full speed. The creature dropped you as it slammed into the wall and was pinned down by the truck. All movement from the Tyrant paused and you crawled away, gasping and coughing for air.
You composed yourself and stood up as Ada got out of the van.
"Ada?" Leon asked.
"This is getting old. Saving your asses. That's twice for both of you now."
"Didn't realize we were keeping score." Leon said sarcastically.
"Wait, how have you saved me twice?" You asked.
"I gave you your bag while you were in that cell."
"That you took from me."
"Details." Ada smirked slightly, her coldness giving way slightly.
The Tyrant started to push the van away and Ada huffed. "Nothing dies down here." She said, exasperation in her tone. Leon and you raised your guns as the van exploded. The movement stopped.
You and Leon turned and saw Ada holding a remote detonator.
"Hmm, clever." You complimented.
"Thank you." She told you. She seemed almost smug about it
"Leon?" A voice shouted from the other end of the parking garage.
"Claire?" Leon asked as a woman in a ponytail wearing a faded red leather jacket and blue jeans ran up to you.
"Leon! Please tell me you have a way out of here." Claire gasped as she came to a stop.
"Uh, yeah. What's wrong? What happened?" Leon asked, noticing the panic on Claire's face.
"Irons. He took this little girl I found, Sherry. Said that I have to get him this pendant then he'll let her go." Claire explained, holding up the pendant in her palms.
"Did he say where?" You asked her.
She looked at you in surprise, just now realizing the two other people in the room. She nodded. "Yeah, the orphanage."
"Great! I was just heading there. We can go together." You said as you held up the parking pass and began walking to the gate. The other three followed.
"Wait, we're coming with you." Leon said.
"Don't you and Ada have more important matters to attend to? Like getting to NEST." You paused in your step to face them properly.
"Yes, but we had a deal. I'm not letting you out of my sight until you fulfill your end of the bargain." Ada said.
"I'll just meet you there after I'm done."
"How. The only available entrance from what I was told is through the sewers." Ada said.
"Then you were told wrong. There's one in the orphanage too."
"Why would there be one in the orphanage?" Leon asked.
"Where do you think Umbrella gets their test subjects?" Leon looked saddened at the thought. Ada didn't look too surprised. She's probably seen some stuff in her time as FBI.
"Umbrella? NEST? What are you three talking about?" Claire asked, completely left out. You sighed at having to explain again and just stuck to a summarized version.
"Umbrella, the pharmaceutical company. They caused the outbreak. They're the reason that there are monsters running around. Irons is involved. And he also kidnapped Katherine and Sherry. The longer we all sit here talking about this, the more likely someone ends up dead. So if you all wanna come, fine! Let's go, people! I'm going with or without you!" You exclaimed as you marched to the gate and used the pass to open it.
The shutters opened about half way when you ducked under, the rest followed. You led the way out of the station.
"Anything useful on that tape?" Leon asked Ada as she finished listening.
"No. Ben didn't come through. Hopefully she will." Ada said, looking at you as you all walked out into the rain.
"What exactly are you looking for?" Claire asked.
"More info on the people responsible for this mess." Ada said simply. She turned to Leon, wanting to figure out what his goals are in all of this. "What about you, Leon? Trying to save the world?"
"I told Lieutenant Branagh I'd bring help." Leon said.
"Good luck with that." Ada scoffed.
"Marvin Branagh? Is he okay? Last I saw he was freaking out from an injury." You called out as you continued walking ahead.
"No. He was bit. He turned just before I left." Leon explained sadly. You paused and frowned. You sighed and kept moving.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." You see the road wasn't going to work and come upon a familiar shop. "The roads out. We could cut through the gun shop." You go to open it, and find it locked. "Anyone know how to pick locks?"
"Here. Watch out." Ada said as she stepped forward. She kneeled in front of the door and started to pick the lock.
"Are you wearing heels?" You ask incredulously, noticing her shoes for the first time since meeting her.
"Yes." She deadpanned as she unlocked the door. She put her lock pick away and stood once more.
"Heels? In a zombie infested city? How the- really?" You asked. You could never. You kind of envied how easily she moved around in those shoes. Ada snorted.
"Yes, they're heels. It's not a big deal. Come on." Ada opened the door to the shop. "What a mess."
The place was still ransacked. But you all looked around for anything useful left in the shop. You briefly wondered if Kendo had gone. He did promise Jill he would make other arrangements.
You heard a sudden commotion coming from the back of the store.
"Don't move." Kendo said, shotgun raised toward Claire and Leon
"We're not gonna hurt you." Leon started. They move slightly.
"I said DON'T MOVE!" Kendo yelled.
"Woah, Kendo! Hey! Calm down. They're friendly." You told the man, hands raised in the air when the gun is pointed at you.
"Y/n? What are you doing here? I thought you left in the subway with Jill." Kendo, questioned, gun still raised. You shook your head.
"I was just helping her. I had something else I had to do. We're just passing through. Can you lower your gun, please?"
"No! I'm sorry, but I don't know you or trust you, Y/n. You're gonna turn around and go right back out the way you came in."
Leon recognizes a little girl standing behind Kendo where the back door is. She looked to be infected. Not quite turned, but almost. He nudged your arm to draw your attention to the girl. Your heart dropped at the sight.
"I think your daughter needs help, sir." Leon said.
Kendo cocked his gun. "Don't tell me how to deal with my daughter."
"Kendo." He turned to glance at you. "Is this why you didn't go with Jill?" You asked, sadly.
He nodded and looked to be fighting tears. "It happened not long before you arrived. Told you it was bad timing." He sounded bitter when he spoke.
"Drop it." Ada said as she appeared, holding up her gun.
Kendo moves to point his gun at her and Leon quickly aimed his gun at Kendo, making him repoint it back at him. Ada aimed her gun at the little girl and Kendo freaked out and stood in front of her, gun still aimed. Claire stood to the side, unsure what to do.
"No! Wait!" Kendo yelled.
"Ada! Leon! No!" You said, standing between them and Kendo.
"Step aside. We need to terminate her before she turns." Ada said coldly. Clearly detached from her emotions at this moment. You kind of wished you could do that as easily as she appeared to. Maybe everything would be easier without emotion.
"Terminate? That's my fucking daughter!" Kendo yelled.
"Stop! Everyone stop! There's been enough death. Let's just go." You said, still standing between the crossfire. You hoped they wouldn't shoot. But you don't know any of them well enough to know for sure what their actions would be.
"Ada. Just let them be." Leon said, putting his gun down.
Ada glanced at you and put her gun down slowly.
"Emma? Sweetheart, I told you to stay put." Kendo told his daughter.
"Daddy…?" Emma rasped. She was struggling to breath and stay counsious. It broke your heart even more just thinking about the pain she must be in.
"Yeah, Emmie. Daddy's here. I'm here okay?" Kendo put his gun down and ran up to hug his daughter. He acknowledged your group with sad eyes, attempting to fight his tears.
"Those fucking things outside. Look at what they did to us. You're a cop. You're supposed to know something-how did this happen? HUH?"
Leon looked at you and Ada. He knew you both know a lot more than him. He knew you could give the man answers. You debated on telling Kendo exactly how this happened. Though, you doubted it would give him any closure. His daughter is dying. Nothing you could say would make this better. It was already too late.
"We don't know exactly how, Kendo." A lie. But what use would the information be to him? "But know that we are going to stop it. We are going to make sure nothing else like this can ever happen again." You weren't sure if you could, but you will certainly try.
"She was our sweet little angel." Kendo cried.
"Mommy….?" Emma asked weakly. Kendo looked even more upset. You didn't have to guess what happened to his wife.
"Mommy's sleeping honey. Okay? And I'm gonna put you to bed too. Okay?...Emma." Kendo picks his gun up and then his daughter. He slowly walked back to the back door they had come from.
"Just go… Just give us some privacy." He slammed the door behind them. You closed your eyes and flinched from the sound. He didn't deserve this. No one did.
"You know it's one thing to keep the truth from me. But why him?" A gunshot went off from the back room. You sighed sadly and crossed your arms, trying to detach yourself from your current reality. "I wanna find out what's happening here. And stop whoever's behind it. Helping people like them…that's why I joined the force."
"My mission is to take down Umbrella's entire operation. We may not make it out." Ada reminded him.
"Whatever it takes to save this city…count me in." Leon said.
You shook your head and began walking out to the back alley. Claire immediately followed behind, eager to get to Sherry as she was worried what Irons would do to her.
"Yay. We can all play hero tonight. First, the orphanage." You said darkly. You need to get to Katherine and Sherry. You need to end Irons reign of terror.
One way or another, you will make him pay.
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hey, lizzie 🤍
this is our first time interacting, and even if we are not yet acquainted in the least bit, it really disheartens me to see someone i could easily give the tiniest bit of guidance to that might assist you on your journey. it sucks i only saw this just now but TT i'll save the proper introductory for a later time if you want to talk ! no pressure :)
i understand the situation you are currently battling is an extremely tricky one, so you are more than welcome to answer this privately, or not at all if it makes you uncomfortable, but maybe (?) this could push others to achieve their goals too... idk― but just know, you are not obligated to anyone but yourself and your needs.
all i want for you to take away from this ask is a more optimistic and positive attitude towards yourself, and the obstacles life throws at you sometimes.
firstly, i think it'd be a little more appropriate to state the context or a little background of why a random person like me is sending you an ask lmaoo: i am a criminology major (1st year) too who has undergone/undergoing similar subjects by the ones you stated previously.
for me, jumping into the field of criminology (or the land of fucked up like i call it WHWHW), was a more personal thing that i held close to my heart. helping friends/family/strangers of victimisation almost felt natural, and more so in the sense that i think everyone can be a victim to something― small or big, we're not always the bad guys in others stories.
in the light of your ambitions, i think no one has to have an overly ✨ spectacular ✨ reason as to why they enjoy the things they enjoy, or, want to do the things they find the tiniest bit interesting. if you're intrigued by the criminal mind, or how aspects of it work they way they do, and finding ways to help victims and offenders cope, i think thats more than enough to be justifiable. and honestly? we need more people like that in this world.
to me, i feel like the most important thing is to have that preconceived notion― you want to help others, understand, feel, and maybe come to terms with your own personal beliefs on it.
it's a pretty crazy thing, really, whenever i mention to strangers that i'm undergoing an undergraduate in criminology, they always act surprised... because it is surprising! how many people do you think would willingly jump into the mind of someone who has undergone years of trauma? or would want to understand the fundamentals on why we act the way we do? it's a pretty scary place, more so when many people are still yet trying to figure themselves out.
i think the only piece of advice i can give you is that you have to be willing to take risks, do what makes you happy, and most importantly, find solace in yourself. if this isn't the right direction for you, so be it. if you'd prefer to take something that's more focused on the psychological spectrum of it all, even better! because years from now, if you don't make those choices, you're most likely going to dwell on them.
i'm sorry if this got hella sentimental PFFT but i truly hope you find the courage to do what drives your happiness to its wits. you shouldn't be concerned of others judgements, you're already 10x smarter then those fools! :)
hi, love! dont worry about us never having talked before (im kinda shy towards people on here so i dont approach often) but i’d love to talk with you more & could use some friends <3
i relate with everything you said, and its really really what i wanna do. the criminal mind is so interesting and i would wanna jump into it to see how i could perhaps help the person & prevent any more people from falling victim to them…the problem is that my uni teaches criminology wholly differently than what i had in mind :(
they really focus on crime in itself & the reaction of people around it instead of the offender and/or the victim. its heavily law based, like 4/8 of my subjects for this year are about the dutch law. there’s hardly and psychology at all unfortunately, i had like 1 psychology-based course last year but it kinda disappeared in the 2nd year it seems :/
the only reason why im considering going through with it rn is bc i only have this year (which is almost over) and another year left before im supposed to graduate. so i could just endure a bit longer & go study psychology after this — i feel like a psychology & criminology degree would be better when i start looking for a job?
then again, idk if i actually want to continue bc this doesn’t interest me much at all (specifically the law subjects) and its only giving me a bunch of stress and anxiety atm
so yea that’s it ig, so cool to see someone with the same major tho! i haven’t seen that on tumblr before :) hope you’re doing alright & id love to get to know you better!
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Look mate, Imma just be real, I never wanted to play games. We all have it hard in life.
I've done my part and helped you as much as I can. Done things all on your terms. But I know damn well that my help is definitely replaceable, and you're not doing a good job at telling me otherwise. Way to make a friend feel invisible.
But it really angered me when you seemed to imply that I am a priority just because you talk to me more than your father.
Dude, all we talk about is you. Every time I end up mentioning something about my life, it gets lost in the abyss of our conversations, to the point where I numerously have to bring up things so you actually remember things in my life. It's no wonder you bring up Elaine when we talk about this situation. You know damn well what you're doing.
You see, I always wondered how someone who is so perceptive needs a constant reminder of the stuff that's going on in my life. It then occurred to me that some people just conveniently forget the things they don't care enough to remember.
Sometimes it's no wonder why I resort to playing games, or constantly send longer paragraphs, or even in worst case scenario, make you doubt yourself or insult you, the way I have in the past. Those are the only ways to provoke a reaction out of you so the conversation becomes equal. Haven't you noticed how readily and quickly you reply when the conversation is like that?
It didn't make sense to me before why whilst i was being optimistic, you still were adamant there would be entropy in our friendship. I'm over you, I'm done and ready to make boundaries, but of course, this shit called a relationship is meant to be two-sided. But one person wasn't really considerate of the other. Like no shit you were gonna say that, the one who lights the fire is going to smell the smoke. The smoke of complacency.
Yeah man, that's the real deal here. It's not just the making time. I feel like nothing around you. Your compliments mean jack all. it's just empty words. I already know I'm deep, creative or whatever you have to say. Apart from when I've had really really serious situations happen to me, not once have I felt like i could say "oh yeah Mason is a true friend. He'd be there for me."
These bosses of yours, or selfish people and those who are hungry for power, money you name it. They don't give a shit about anyone except themselves. You call yourself more religious now, believing in god. Preach his words, learning to love thy neighbour and experiencing love in a community that is not something you intend to make money off, something that isn't involving just personal gain to you. Having a sense of unity. That's not something you're gonna automatically get once you've "made it".
Man, I just wanted to feel respected or seen. You make me feel the complete opposite. It's not just about having "time". I've told you how to compromise, how you should treat a friend. Things I didn't think I'd need to be teaching a 25 year old man. It sucks because there are moments where it almost feels like things are getting better, and you genuinely care. But then we're back it again at square and I feel dumbfounded because suddenly I'm being your therapist with no form of reciprocation.
i have my struggles too. I was really upset more than i thought about hearing L making it into med. I know from the bottom of my heart that he is not a good guy, and I wont curse him for making it in but I know so many people in that position. I also came out to the girl who I had a feeling liked me, which was stressful because I didn't know how to go about it, and she was a cool person. Turns out I was right, and she did have feelings for me. I hate that I'm right because I always know when a girl likes me and it makes me cringe. I bet you don't even remember, but I've mentioned this girl to you already. Among many other more important things I've pretty much been upset or really happy about but yet again, just gets lost in the abyss.
I'm really worried about money too as I only have 2000 in my savings and while I've given 20k to my brother and my parents I know both are not in positions to give that back to me and so I can't really afford to enjoy myself these days. We all have it hard in life Brad. Every single one of us.
I always lent an ear and been a helping hand and I really don't think I'm asking much of you. Man, I've even been willing to compromise for things most friends would not be we willing to do. Where's my end of the bargain?
I'm not sorry that you can't profit off me, or that I'm not some business investment, since those are the things you consider productive working towards. I'm worth a lot more than that, and I think a true friend would realise and not take advantage of me.
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Look mate, Imma just be real, I never wanted to play games. We all have it hard in life.
I've done my part and helped you as much as I can. Done things all on your terms. But I know damn well that my help is definitely replaceable, and you're not doing a good job at telling me otherwise. Way to make a friend feel invisible.
But it really angered me when you seemed to imply that I am a priority just because you talk to me more than your father.
Dude, all we talk about is you. Every time I end up mentioning something about my life, it gets lost in the abyss of our conversations, to the point where I numerously have to bring up things so you actually remember things in my life. It's no wonder you bring up E when we talk about this situation. You know damn well what you're doing.
You see, I always wondered how someone who is so perceptive needs a constant reminder of the stuff that's going on in my life. It then occurred to me that some people just conveniently forget the things they don't care enough to remember.
Sometimes it's no wonder why I resort to playing games, or constantly send longer paragraphs, or even in worst case scenario, make you doubt yourself or insult you, the way I have in the past. Those are the only ways to provoke a reaction out of you so the conversation becomes equal. Haven't you noticed how readily and quickly you reply when the conversation is like that?
It didn't make sense to me before why whilst i was being optimistic, you still were adamant there would be entropy in our friendship. I'm over you, I'm done and ready to make boundaries, but of course, this shit called a relationship is meant to be two-sided. But one person wasn't really considerate of the other. Like no shit you were gonna say that, the one who lights the fire is going to smell the smoke. The smoke of complacency.
Yeah man, that's the real deal here. It's not just the making time. I feel like nothing around you. Your compliments mean jack all. it's just empty words. I already know I'm deep, creative or whatever you have to say. Apart from when I've had really really serious situations happen to me, not once have I felt like i could say "oh yeah B is a true friend. He'd be there for me."
These bosses of yours, or selfish people and those who are hungry for power, money you name it. They don't give a shit about anyone except themselves. You call yourself more religious now, believing in god. Preach his words, learning to love thy neighbour and experiencing love in a community that is not something you intend to make money off, something that isn't involving just personal gain to you. Having a sense of unity. That's not something you're gonna automatically get once you've "made it".
Man, I just wanted to feel respected or seen. You make me feel the complete opposite. It's not just about having "time". I've told you how to compromise, how you should treat a friend. Things I didn't think I'd need to be teaching a 27 year old man. It sucks because there are moments where it almost feels like things are getting better, and you genuinely care. But then we're back it again at square and I feel dumbfounded because suddenly I'm being your therapist with no form of reciprocation.
i have my struggles too. I was really upset more than i thought about hearing L making it into med. I know from the bottom of my heart that he is not a good guy, and I wont curse him for making it in but I know so many people in that position. I also came out to the girl who I had a feeling liked me, which was stressful because I didn't know how to go about it, and she was a cool person. Turns out I was right, and she did have feelings for me. I hate that I'm right because I always know when a girl likes me and it makes me cringe. I bet you don't even remember, but I've mentioned this girl to you already. Among many other more important things I've pretty much been upset or really happy about but yet again, just gets lost in the abyss.
I'm really worried about money too as I only have 2000 in my savings and while I've given 20k to my brother and my parents I know both are not in positions to give that back to me and so I can't really afford to enjoy myself these days. We all have it hard in life B. Every single one of us.
I always lent an ear and been a helping hand and I really don't think I'm asking much of you. Man, I've even been willing to compromise for things most friends would not be we willing to do. Where's my end of the bargain?
I'm not sorry that you can't profit off me, or that I'm not some business investment, since those are the things you consider productive working towards. I'm worth a lot more than that, and I think a true friend would realise and not take advantage of me.
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I would like to add the nuance that the ideallization of heaven WITH the contrasting of hell can be very uhhh Not Good for young kids and teens with depressive issues (lmao hi hello) where you're essentially told "If you don't act the way we want you to then you deserve to die and burn but if you do act the way we want you to then death will be the greatest thing you ever do and you will finally be happy :)". Which. Yeah that did not work out well for me lmao-
Obs even among the same sect, different churches do things differently and this may just be a symptom of either being raised Lutheran or the Pastor having been a generally shit person or both, but yeah I do think that we should acknowledge that the ideallization of heaven (with the threat of hell) can sometimes not be the comfort it's SUPPOSED to be but rather the incentive towards death like that other person was calling it but imo just. Did Not phrase well enough.
sorry the spacing is weird idk what the app is doing
tumblr fucking destroyed my response to this ask too. i hate this piece of shit app. anyway
ok so i get where you are coming from but like it doesnt entirely fit the context. like i said before they just failed to mention hell Whatsoever. they also werent approaching it from concern for the mental health or whatever of christians/christian youth bc they were just insisting that evangelicals were politically dangerous because they supposedly dont care about improving the world at all.
this is the original tweet before the one i screenshotted:
none of this is in da fuckin bible! and the idea of saying "all evangelicals believe x" is so wild anyway because (as you alluded to) the christian faith is vast in its variety- not just on an individual level, but based in denomination and region as well. you cant get christians to agree on whether or not tattoos are morally acceptable, much less this! there are literally articles on evangelicalism being hard to pin down or define because its such a widely cast net!
the bible says we are to have life and life more abundantly, that to live is Christ and to die is gain. that doesnt fucking mean "throw yourself into the sea because life is cringe," it means "life is a wonderful opportunity to do good, but dont fear death, because Heaven is a reward." philippians 1:21 was written in a time VERY different from now when Christians were being martyred and shit, and the writer was literally in jail while writing it. he was being courageous and optimistic in the face of possible death! there are many other verses in that nature, thats just the one that came to mind.
YES, if evangelicals took over society, that would suck ass! shoutout to the tweet for getting that part right. that is because the government is meant to be secular, religious tolerance is necessary, and faith is supposed to be a free and informed choice. the idea that "christians think life is supposed to suck so they dont do anything to make the world better" is contradictory to the actual problem, which is that too many christians are doing Far Too Much to try to make the world "better" (read: fit their rightwing politics)
these were some of the lovely additions i saw alongside that tweet /sarcastic
"evangelicals think death is not something to seek etc etc" these people are acting like evangelicals are sacrificing themselves en masse or something! according to the journal of religion and heath, religion actually generally tends to make peoples opinions towards suicide more negative . lol
the existence of a kind afterlife is common in religion because it serves as a comfort (and, if we are honest and critical, a recruitment tactic at times) because everyone dies. trying to imagine happiness after death in a religious context seems so reasonable and yet these ppl r making it out to be a "death cult" or "religion of evil" for this so bizarrely off-course reason??
so many problems with the christian church! so very many! this is such a strange one to panic over!
regarding your specific experience: yeah it sucks. im sorry you had to deal with All That. i dont believe in the typical christian imagining of hell for a Reason. i have been in your shoes. but anyone who makes you feel as if your actions make you "deserving" of heaven and hell seems like a misleading preacher to me. unfortunately there are many of those!! sadge
the entire point of the Crucifixion and Resurrection was that we don't have to deserve ANY of it, because Christ took the pain for us so we could all get heaven regardless of our actions, how much we've sinned, whatever. different christians imagine the criteria for heaven differently (i will not bother explaining mine bc i, once again, do not believe in the commonly imagined hell and thus dont exactly fit the more commonly held beliefs) but generally the protestant idea is that all you have to do is believe in Christ and ask him to forgive and help you. thats it. there is no need for perfection, because He did it all already.
but again! that tweet was so painfully misleading and simplified! they didnt even scratch the surface of any nuance you brought nor how hell is used as a coercive threat!! just "how dare you say that death isnt bad forever >:(" which isnt exactly the best mindset to hold when every human is going to die
ty for ur input and patience mwah
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summary: you and yuji have been together for three years now, but on your anniversary night, you allow your own demons to come to the surface.
pairing: ryomen sukuna x female!reader (itadori yuji x female!reader, too, i guess?) | aged up characters
word count: 3.5k
warning & content: cheating?? (is it cheating if it's technically the same body?), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dacryphillia, vaginal fingering, blackmail, reader is kind of an asshole? (can you blame her tho, sukuna is such a daddy ugh), bit of overstimulation, slight dumbification (if you squint)
a/n: i'm back, and i can tell my writing skill is getting rusty. i took a break and it's obvious with this fic, but i need to get my head back in the game. it is what it is.
Yuji was a great boyfriend. In all honesty, he was every woman and man's dream — funny, charming, attentive and, most importantly, caring. He cared about you so much that he always made sure to control his own personal demon. You knew about Sukuna, Yuji told you after a few dates, and you were well versed in Jujutsu Sorcery, enough to know that he was not someone you could mess with. But you didn't want to give up on Yuji, and stuck with him through thick and thin. After almost three years of the beautiful and fun relationship you two had, he asked you to move in with him since you were both adults now, and you gladly accepted, because after so much time, you came to love him, despite seeing Sukuna's outbursts during fights. That thing, that monster, was beyond terrifying, but you trusted Yuji with all your heart, and that was all that mattered.
Or maybe you were unhinged, maybe you wanted Sukuna to come to the surface. Maybe, deep down in your heart, you fell in love with the switch, with the raging, brutal frenzies that you happened to witness on the rare occasions when Yuji couldn’t control the King of Curses. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, because, as opposed to your optimistic and good-natured boyfriend, you never hesitate to kill – human or curse. Sometimes it felt as if your curiosity surpassed your love for Yuji, and that was a horrendous thought. Surely, that can’t be the real you, right?
Today is your three-year anniversary, and naturally, you want to surprise your boyfriend, so when you come home from a mission, you stop by his favourite ramen restaurant, picking up something to eat, maybe even some dessert. You tiptoe inside when you notice Yuji napping on the couch, and after silently setting up the table, careful not to wake him up, you quickly change into something... nicer. Yuji doesn't really enjoy it when you show some skin, which sucks because you want him to show you off. Nevertheless, you respect him, but tonight is special, surely it wouldn't hurt if you wear a shorter skirt. And a low-cut blouse. And heels. Fuck it, you think, adding a pair of thigh high socks as well, maybe that would rile him up. As much as you loved him, Yuji was too gentle. You liked that about him, truly, but sometimes you just need him to give you a good fuck, which was impossible, no matter how much you begged him to do it.
You watch your reflection in the mirror from head to toe, proud of your skimpy outfit, but you can't help but wonder if he might be upset at your choice of attire. Even if he prefers it when you're dressed in pastels, that's not you, the real you.
"You look good enough to eat." Yuji's voice breaks your trance and you turn on your heels to look at him. He stands in the doorway of the bedroom, arms folded across his chest, but there's a strange aura around him, and you can't exactly see his face through the dim lights.
"You like it?" Your ears perk up, happy that he's not bothered by the clothes.
"I do. You should dress like that more often." He sneers, stepping closer to you.
"Alright, what kind of prank are you pulling now, Yuji? You never liked these kinds of clothes." You lower your head, your luscious lips turning into a pout. His calloused fingertips grip your chin, turning your head to face the mirror, and that's when you see the black markings on his face. Fear paralyses your entire body, eyes widening in panic and anxiety.
"He might not like them, but I do." His voice is lower than Yuji's, calm yet obscenely dangerous.
"I- you-" The words get caught in your throat, and you can't take your eyes off of his reflection. You know for a fact there's absolutely nothing you can do to defend yourself from Sukuna without hurting Yuji, and that thought makes you feel incredibly small and downright pathetic.
"Little lamb, do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to watch this ungrateful brat take you for granted?" His hand is still leaving imprints on your chin and cheek, the other travelling down your back. "To watch you lose yourself for him, of all people?"
"You don't know me!" Lips open without a thought, and you regret every syllable that came out of your mouth.
"Oh, but I do." Yuji, no, Sukuna sneers, that same hand that was once on your back is now on your abdomen, painstakingly slowly creeping under your blouse. "Everything he sees, I see. Everything he smells, I smell. What he hears, I hear. But I just couldn't touch what's mine. Until now." You feel him pinching your nipple, and you're ashamed to admit how good his skin feels against yours, his hot breath fanning over your nape.
"'M not yours." You grit your teeth, manicured fingernails digging into the plush of your thighs to keep your composure.
"There's one thing I can smell that he can't. Wanna know what that is, sweet dove?" He whispers in your ear, and it's dotting your skin with goosebumps.
"Enlighten me."
"Your arousal."
"You're bluffing." Is all you manage to say before Sukuna spins you around, pinning you against the mirror.
"Let's see, shall we? I bet you're dripping," he shoves one of your legs to the side with his knee, and you don't stop him, "I bet you you've fantasised about this, late at night, when this brat can't please you. He's well endowed, though, it's a shame he can't use his dick."
"S-stop it, please. I love him."
"Pardon me if I doubt that."
"Please, sir..." Sir? How should you call him? Demon? Cursed spirit? Monster?
"How about master?" Sukuna barks back, as if reading your mind sarcasm dripping
down his tongue.
You can't stifle a moan when his teeth sink in the crook of your neck, and you know damn well that you want this, and that every word he uttered so far was correct. You have thought about Yuji switching with Sukuna, wondered how he would fuck you, make you chant his name, but you never told your boyfriend, you couldn't. It's sinful, disgraceful and disgusting. Instinctively, you grind up his thigh, tears of shame and lust pooling at your eyes when you slowly give in to the temptation. He's already bruised your skin, one hand toying with your tits, the other lifting your skirt up. It's too late to fight him, because you never wanted to fight him in the first place. You deepest, darkest wish is finally coming to life.
"That's better." Sukuna licks his lips, and your half-lidded, glossy eyes land on his tongue.
"Please, m-may I kiss you?" Eyes dart away, cheeks burning with desire and embarrassment.
"How polite of you to ask." He coos at you mockingly, his face inching closer to yours before absolutely crushing your lips under his. You don't hesitate to partly open your mouth, allowing his tongue to slip between your lips.
Fuck, he kisses you so good that your knees give in, and all you can think is that if he's such a good kisser, he's definitely going to fuck you dumb. And you want that more than anything. When he pulls away, you lick your lips, still tasting him on your tongue, and he tastes so much better than Yuji — sweet and addictive.
"I really wanted to take my time with you, after all, I waited three long years for this. But you're such an eager little slut, aren't you?"
"I'm n-not a slut-" You try to protest, but you can't fool him, especially not when he's pushing your panties to the side, fingers grazing over your slit.
"You are a slut. You merely buried that side of you for a pathetic little boy who can't handle a real woman." Sukuna's index finger gently brushes against your clit, enough to have you weak and needy. "Don't worry, Y/N, you don't have to hide from me. You can show me what you really want."
It hurts to know that Yuji probably sees and hears everything, that he will probably break up with you after this, but you're too far gone to care about his feelings when finally someone is paying attention to yours. Your hand travels up his thigh, palming his already hard cock, and the way he groans, throwing his head back is satisfying enough for you. It hurts to think that Yuji never appreciates this side of you, and it's more painful when you consider this to be cheating — it's still his body, technically, but it's not your loving boyfriend, and you're perfectly fine with that. He slips a finger between your folds, a quiet moan escaping your lips, and Sukuna knows you won't dare say no to him, or try to reason with him. He adds another finger, but he absolutely does not move them an inch, instead you automatically fuck yourself on his hand, gripping one of his shoulders for support.
"That's a good whore." Sukuna praises you, tongue lapping at your collarbone, making you delirious with lust. "You want my cock? Want me to fuck your aching cunt?"
It's impossible to refuse his proposition, instead you buck your hips, your fingers gripping his t-shirt and you know you might tear it if you keep this up.
"Yes..." You answer him, voice soft and quiet.
"Yes what?"
"P-please... Yes, please!"
"Much better. Get on the bed." Sukuna commands and you obey, skirt dangerously hiked up. You proceed to take it off, but he slaps your hands away, too impatient for such formalities. He did wait a long time for this, you understand that, and so you lay on your back, blouse unbuttoned, panties on the floor and legs wide open for him to take you. Oh, and he adores this sight, how you willingly give yourself to him, your dainty fingers spreading your juices around your cunt, eager to be filled. In those three years of being with Yuji, you got used to his cock, but seeing it now seems like it's the first time. Precum leaks from the blushing tip and your mouth begins to water just by looking at him, and
this pleases Sukuna greatly.
"Tell me what you want." He climbs on top of you, hands resting next to you as your fingernails graze over his chest.
"I don't wanna say it..." You avert your gaze, a crumb of dignity left in you because you know Yuji hears everything.
"Oh, you don't?" He quirks a brow, brown irises bearing a hint of red. "Then you won't mind me killing the brat."
This garners your attention, and you feel stupid because of course he would blackmail you. Do you care? No. Do you want Yuji to think you care? Yes.
"Please don't hurt him." You look back at Sukuna, tears pricking your eyes.
"Why shouldn't I? We both know he doesn't deserve you."
"You're wrong, I love-"
"This isn't about you loving him, it's about you renouncing your true nature." His hand finds its way on your neck, fingers wrapping around it. "How many times have you begged him to choke you and he refused? How many times did you ask him to fuck you harder and he said no? You're a filthy slut, Y/N, and it's time you got what you deserve." The lack of air has your pussy clenching around nothing, and you hate him so much for being right. Yuji could never give you what you want, but Sukuna can, and it's an opportunity you can't pass. "Now, I'll say this one last time — tell me what you want." He releases the grip on your neck.
"Y-you! I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me good, make me yours!" The tears that roll down your cheeks ruin your makeup, mascara mixed with eyeshadow smeared under your eyes. The tip of his cock pushes past your folds, and inch by inch he bottoms out. It feels bigger than before, stretching you open in a beautiful blend of pain and pleasure, your lips forming an O as your eyes roll back.
"He doesn't deserve your tears. But I do. Cry for me." Sukuna sneers, his broad frame hovering above you and you feel so small and vulnerable. Yet again you obey, allowing more salty droplets to run down your face as you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling him go deeper.
"Fuck, 's big! Oh, god-" Sukuna's palm meets your cheek, a sharp, stinging pain bringing your eyes on him.
"Focus, whore. Not god, not the brat, me." He grunts, hips rocking back and forth harder and faster. "Who do you belong to?" You don't want to say it, what would Yuji think of you? He's probably already disgusted, contemplating breaking up with you once he regains control of his body. Another slap pulls you out of your thoughts and you buck your hips against his. "Answer me."
"I b-belong to you! You!"
"That's right, you're mine. Don't worry your pretty head, little lamb, Yuji won't be coming back any time soon."
He grunts with every thrust, and his reassurance is somewhat comforting, because, god, he fucks you so good, you would kill for another opportunity like this. His teeth sink into your shoulder, fingers bruising your skin and you're delighted that he's marking you. All that matters is that you're his, chanting his name over and over again, praying to your new god, and Sukuna is beyond pleased with his work of art. When he pulls out of you, you almost cry, because it feels like a part of you is missing, but he's a merciful god, he won't let his newly devoted subject famished. Flipping you over as if you're made of feathers, he thrusts back into your aching cunt, and you yelp at the feeling of being overpowered by him. Sukuna's stamina is off the charts, because while your legs begin to feel numb, he's fucking into you with such force and intensity that the damn bed slides on the floor. It's raw, the way he's defiling your cunt, and it's sending your brain into overdrive. Your spongy walls clench around his cock, and while he doesn't say anything, the simple fact that he's going deeper and harder makes you feel special. Squirming and thrashing under him, you're desperate for some form of validation, and so you lift your ass up, pushing it back against his hips with a delightful moan escaping your lips. Sukuna takes notice of your sudden change of posture, and the way you curve your spine to try and get a look at him is adorable.
"You want something,
pet?" He barely spares you a glance, and his indifference makes your pussy flutter. Your incoherent sentence almost makes him laugh, words such as good and please distinguishable between the other stutters. "Use your fucking words." A slap over your firm ass makes you yelp and jolt up.
"A-am I good enough f-for you?" The question takes him by surprise, but he doesn't stop to think. Instead, he digs his sharp talons into the plush of your hips, overjoyed by your eagerness to please him.
"You could do better." Sukuna teases you, but you take it personally, sadness and determination coiling inside of your heart. By this point, you don't even remember your boyfriend's name, too high on pleasure to even care.
"'M sorry! P-please, I wanna be good!" You throw your head back and he wraps an arm around your neck, pressing his chest against your back.
"If you wanna make me happy, you best forget about Itadori."
"W-who?"
"Your– never mind." Sharp canines flashed in his smirk, Sukuna tilts your head enough for you to catch a glimpse of his eyes. They're dark and vicious, and any sane person would be repulsed by them, but not you. No, you drown in them, completely absorbed by the hatred hiding behind them. The more you stare into his orbs, the closer you are to your climax. And he knows it.
"Fuck fuck fuck!"
"That's right, little lamb, let go of all that is moral and human."
"Don't stop- oh, god, please don't s-stop!"
In your frenzy, in his frantic pace, Sukuna's close, too. It would have taken any other woman hours to please him due to his insatiable nature, but you — your cunt clenching around his cock for dear life milks him dry, and inch by inch he pulls out, watching the hot liquid dripping down your trembling thighs. Art, he thinks, this is what art is — your face buried in the pillows, ass up, and his seed spilling out of your sore cunt. You come down from your haze, slowly but surely, and the realisation of what just happened begins to hit you. You want to regret everything, to feel a shred of shame, but there isn't any left. After this night, Sukuna irrevocably owns you, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He lays on the bed, lazily watching you stumble in the bathroom to clean yourself up, but with his guard up in case you want to try anything stupid. Yet when you don't come back, Sukuna wonders if you ran away out the window, which makes him laugh to himself because he could find you anywhere if he wanted to. So, he drags his feet across the room, finding you on the edge of the bathtub, watching the water pool inside with a blank stare. When you feel his presence, you get up and tug at the hem of his shirt. The man flinches, until he remembers that you are harmless and exhausted, and you don't look like you even want to put up a fight, so he allows you to take his shirt off.
"Is this for me?" He points at the tub, brow quirked and a mischievous smile on his lips.
"Yes."
"Are you gonna clean me up?"
"Yes." You sigh, wondering if you truly ever loved Yuji, wondering why you didn't even try to fight for him.
"Do you want your boyfriend back?" Oh, how you dreaded this question. You cringe at the words, and don't reply. Silence is also an answer, but he's cruel. "I need to hear it."
"He will also hear it."
Of course he will, that's the whole point of humiliation. Sukuna steps in the tub, dipping himself in the hot water, a hand extended towards you.
"Join me." You hesitate to take his hand, lips pursed and eyes narrowed at the man who looks so serene that it amazes you how brutal he was before. "I won't ask again."
Complying, and not wanting to anger him, you don't waste another moment to get in the tub, back against his chest.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did, sweet dove."
"Fine, I’ll shut up."
"Now, now, don't give me that attitude, or else I'll have to put you in your place. And you won't like it." His nails are pressed onto your jugular, and you know those things can cut, your hips are still bleeding. "Ask away." He lets his hands fall on your shoulders and you exhale the breath that was caught in your
throat.
"Why didn't you kill me? Why don't you kill me?"
"I need a pet."
"Oh." Your disappointment makes Sukuna burst into laughter. What did you expect? A confession of love?
"Oh?" He mocks you, tracing circles on your skin with his talons. "Don't worry, I take good care of my pets. Especially if they're loyal and obedient." His hands travel down your body, one pulling your knee to the side, the other moving up your thigh. "You are loyal and obedient, yes?"
"Please, no more-" The rest of the sentence dies before you can utter it when his fingers ghost over your swollen clit.
"Answer me, Y/N."
"I can't come again!"
"You can, and you will, because I want you to. Now answer the fucking question." Sukuna toys with you, only pushing his index finger one knuckle deep between your folds before pulling it out, and somehow you can't feel the sharpness of his nails. "Will you serve and obey me, not once questioning my authority?" He pushes the finger back in, curling it upwards and you don't fail to clench your walls once more.
"Oh, f-fuck, I will, I will! But please, I can't–"
When he rubs your clit, you are done for. You didn't think you could reach another climax, but those circles he's rubbing with enough pressure to both give you pleasure and pain have you melting in his arms.
"Swear it, then. Make a pact with me. I can give you anything in return, maybe even the brat."
"I s-swear it, S-Sukuna! I swear my loyalty to you!" You hiss between your gritted teeth, hips rolling in synchronicity with his hand.
"And in return, what do you want?"
"I want you! Oh, god, I only want you!"
"Clever girl." The man decides to give you what you want, and with a quickened pace, you squeeze your thighs together, coming undone on his fingers. "I'm going to enjoy your company."
Embracing your true nature is your salvation, and damnation. Your boyfriend is never coming back, Sukuna simply won't allow it, and from this moment on, your memories of Yuji begin to fade away, like a bad dream, because you simply must serve your beloved master, your merciful and devastatingly powerful god. That's who you really are.
#ryomen sukuna#ryomen sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x y/n#ryomen sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#sukuna smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#itadori yuji#itadori yuji x reader#itadori yuji x you#itadori yuji x y/n#female reader
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Dear Evan Hansen Lyric Starters || act one || act two ||
FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS/NAMES/PHRASING AS YOU SEE FIT
Anybody Have a Map?
“Have you been writing those letters to yourself?”
“Can we try to have an optimistic outlook, huh?”
“Can we buck up just enough to see the world won't fall apart?”
“Maybe this year, we decide we're not giving up before we've tried. This year, we make a new start”
“I'm proud of you already”
“I'm kinda coming up empty, can't find my way to you”
“Anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this?”
“I'm flying blind and I'm making this up as I go”
“He doesn't listen. Look at him, he's probably high”
“Another masterful attempt ends with disaster”
Waving Through A Window
“I've learned to slam on the brake before I even turn the key”
“No slippin' up if you slip away”
“Will I ever be more than I've always been?”
“I try to speak, but nobody can hear”
“We start with stars in our eyes, We start believing that we belong”
“When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?”
For Forever
“End of May or early June, This picture-perfect afternoon we shared”
“All we see is sky for forever”
“Feels like we could go on for forever this way”
“There's nothing that we can't discuss”
“There's nowhere else I'd rather be”
“From far across the yellow field I hear him calling, "Follow me””
“And I suddenly feel the branch give way. I’m on the ground, My arm goes numb”
“He's come to get me and everything's okay”
Sincerely, Me
“We've been way too out of touch”
“Things have been crazy and it sucks that we don't talk that much”
“Why would you write that?”
“I've gotta tell you, life without you has been hard”
“I miss talking about life and other stuff”
“I love my parents but each day's another fight”
“I'll take your advice, I’ll try to be more nice”
“All that it takes is a little reinvention”
“All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be”
“You'll be obsessed with all my forest expertise”
“Just keep pushing through! You're turning around, I can see”
“Thanks for every note you send”
“I'm just glad to be your friend”
Requiem
“Why should I play this game of pretend? Remembering through a secondhand sorrow?”
“I could give in to all of the gloom, But tell me, tell me what for”
“Why should I have a heavy heart? Why should I start to break in pieces? Why should I go and fall apart for you?”
“Why should I play the grieving girl and lie saying that I miss you”
“You can't stand to be in this room for five minutes?”
“You know, [name], at some point you're going to have to start dealing—“
“I gave you the world, you threw it away, Leaving these broken pieces behind you”
“I hear your voice, I feel you near”
“Within these words, I finally find you”
“Why should I say I'll keep you with me?”
“When the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep, no one lights a candle to remember”
“Don't tell me that I didn't have it right! Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white”
“After all you put me through, don't say it wasn't true! That you were not the monster that I knew”
If I Could Tell Her
“He thought you were awesome”
“There's nothing like your smile sort of subtle and perfect and real”
“What he saw he left unsaid”
“Though he wanted to, he couldn't talk to you. He couldn't find the way”
“If I could tell her how she's everything to me-“
“You looked really pretty, er— It looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair”
“But what do you do when there's this great divide?”
“It's like I don't know anything”
Disappear
“Guys like you and me, we're just the losers who keep waiting to be seen”
“No one seems to care or stops to notice that we're there”
“If you can somehow keep them thinking of me and make me more than an abandoned memory, Well that means we matter too”
“No one deserves to be forgotten, No one deserves to fade away”
“No one should come and go and have no one know he was ever even here”
“Even if you've always been that barely-in-the-background kind of guy, you still matter”
“Even if you're somebody who can't escape the feeling that the world's passed you by, you still matter”
“If you never get around to doing some remarkable thing, that doesn't mean that you're not worth remembering”
“No one should flicker out or have any doubt that it matters that they are here”
“When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around, all you want is for somebody to find you”
You Will Be Found
“Have you ever felt like nobody was there?”
“Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?”
“Have you ever felt like you could disappear? Like you could fall, and no one would hear?”
“That was the gift he gave me, to show me that I wasn't alone to show me that I mattered”
“Maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay”
“When you don’t feel strong enough to stand you can reach out your hand”
“Have you seen this? Someone put a video of your speech online.”
“There’s a place where we don’t have to feel unknown”
“You are not alone"
#sentence starter meme#sentence starters#sentence meme#rp starters#rp memes#rp prompt#rp starter#roleplay prompts#roleplay starters#roleplay starter#roleplay meme#lyric starters#dear evan hansen#dear evan hansen musical#musical starters#music starters
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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄
pairing: mina x fem! reader
summary: no one every thought you were capable of exploding, but they also didn't know they were only lighting your fuse. and it was slowly getting shorter.
note🐝: warning: homophobia!! i love this girl too much not to write a headcanon about her. also! i know i said i would be working on a hawks fic, but it's a lot harder than i thought it would be lol. so instead, i'll be working on smaller headcanon fics while i work on it! i have a little angsty one coming up next with class a's big three :) as always, lmk what you thought! 🤍 -honey
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
so to begin with, your relationship with mina is very much ✨yes✨
like bro, she's so hype and energetic and ready to do just about anything
and you're so calm and down to earth and ready to do just about anything
you just go along with her ideas, no matter how crazy they can be
because you're 🥰whipped🥰
but i mean who wouldn't?
anyways, so as much as I'd like to believe this world is 100% a utopia, it isn't
so when you and mina came out with your relationship,
obviously all of your friends supported you guys,
but there were some people who would give the two of you disgusted looks in the halls
and they would talk shit behind your back,
but never to your face, assholes 😤
but y'all two are some ✨bad bitches✨
so you don't fucking care 🤪🤪
like talk yo shit bitch
but we all know you're just scared 🥰🥰
but recently you notice mina has been a bit reserved with her love for you in public
like, normally she's all over you and kissing your cheeks and shit 24/7 🥰🥰
ugh i love her
and she's a confident girl and you know she doesn't pay much attention to all the nasty words people throw your way
so you don't really worth much
but she has been reserved like i said
and you start to worry 😔✋🏼
in your dorms during cuddle time, you ask her
"is everything okay, amor?"
please i'm spanish let me have this 😩
and she just nods, "of course, babe."
so you leave it at that
because the two of you are so communicative in your relationship
you think she'll tell you when she's ready
but she doesn't
so you get even more worried.
and you go ask jirou about it
and she looks at you a bit weird because
"bitch you don't know?"
you shake your head.
jirou sighs, "some people have been cornering her after school and calling her some. . .not so pretty names for being lesbian.."
and you just-
I SEE REDDD,
REDD
you have never been one for confrontation,
and actively avoided it
but being friends with bakusquad only riased your chances of being in arguments or fights
you were the passive one of the group
the one hat kept bakugo in line
but everyone had their limits
and yours was just pushed 🥰🥰
completely disregarding the fact that first class was about to start,
you for their names and class number from jirou
and off you were 😌
the rest of bakusquad, who weren't too far off and heard jirou spill the beans to you, were hot on your trail
kiri was trying to rationalise with you, they all were,
🦈 "c'mon, y/n, classis gonna start soon, this isn't worth it."
💥 "be smart about this, dumbass! you'll get suspended!"
⚡️ "maybe you should calm down a bit y/n!"
mina and sero weren't there
the two went off to get some drinks before class started
and were chilling in class thinking y'all just went off to the bathroom or whatever
now, when you get to their class you just-
bURST IN
your hands curled into fists by your side and a calm look on your face
but your eyes were bringing with pure rage
their teacher wasn't there yet either
and you-
"where the fuck is nishida and akame?"
your voice was chilly calm and it sent shivers down everyone's spine
kirishima had a grip on the back of your shirt to make sure you shouldn't do anything stupid
bakugo and kaminari were just standing at the door
a boy and a girl then stood up, a condescending look on their faces
"what's it to you, bitch?"
i'm sorry i just can't write a homophobic slur it physically hurts me 😭✋🏼
"is this about us cornering that pink bitch?"
"you concerned about your lover, freak?"
"the pair of you are nothing but disgusting."
you didn't really take any of their comments to heart
but obviously mina did if she started to be more reserved
and your heart begins to race from all the r a g e burning in your body
because you start to imahinehow mina must have felt
have to face such harsh words alone
and bottling it all up
and how harsh they must have been to have her, a girl so confident and optimistic, become reserved
and in the blink of an eye, you
fUCKING LUNGE AT THEM
and begin to bEAT THE SHIT OUTTA THEM
kiri, baku, and kami are low-key cheering you on
but also ready to jump in if you start losing
which you don't 🥰
because you're a bad bitch 🥰
and you know how to fight 🥰
but you also don't realise that some people begin to record
oops-
i won't go into detail about the fight, you can imagine it however you want
plus i'm terrible at writing fight scenes 😭✋🏼
but eventually the teacher shows up
and goes to get aizawa because she recognises the four of you as 1-a students
so he comes, ahaha 😅
and he sees you going at these two students
(highkey proud you're winning).
now, aizawa isn't stupid
he's heard the whispers
and he hates that two of his students are being bashed for just loving
dadzawa
but he's a teacher first and foremost,
so he binds you up and pulls you away from the students
some students groan from the entertainment being over
aizawa glares at them
he gives you a little glare when you struggle a bit in his binds
"kirishima, bakugo, kaminari," aizawa's voice booms through the silence that settled over the class, "detention for not stopping this when i know you three could have very well prevented it."
but i know why you didn't - words unspoken on aizawa's tongue.
"you're coming with me, l/n"
so he unbinds you and the two of you walk to his office
it's silent when you get there and he gestures for you to take a seat
"do you know why what you did was wrong?"
you nod.
"you you regret it?"
your answer came almost instantly, "no. and i would do it again in a heartbeat."
aizawa nodded, "good."
and you-
HUH???? 😀
"i understand why you did it and i don't blame you for wanting to confront the people who hurt mina, but you also understand why i have to suspend you, right?"
you nod.
he nods.
it's a mutual understanding he wouldn't suspend you if he had the choice,
but he has to
so you're suspended .
and the videos the other students took blow up
and it gets back to mina
so she watches it obviously
and 😳😳😳
she was bLUSHINGGG
like bro-
tHATS YOU??
her calm bundle of joy??
absolutely hammering those two students??
she has a hard time believing it
but lo and behold, there's the charm bracelet the two of you add to every anniversary on your wrist
the one you're punching the boy with 💀💀
and -
she has never in her life been more turned on like-
hOLY FUCK THATS HOT 😫😫
"CAN YOU BEAT ME LIKE THAT PLEASE??"
like queen, what? 😀
she bursts into your dorm after school
and throws herself onto you
and
"baby the was both the scariest and hottest thing i've ever seen.."
while peppering kisses to your neck
and her hand slithers its way up your shirt
c h i l l s
"yeah?" you smirk
she hums and sucks hickies onto your neck-
😌😌😌 yeah. . .
shit gets a little steamy after that 😌😌
after,
the two of you are just chilling in the after glow,
the sweat sticking you two together a bit, but neither of you minded
mina traces over the hickies she left on your chest and neck, "you should get angry more often."
"if it'll lead to more of this, then you know damn straight i will."
after that no one cares to even look in either of your directions 😌
#mha headcanons#my hero academia#bnha x reader#my hero academia x reader#mina x reader#mina ashido#mina ashido x reader#mina x you#fem x fem#mha imagines
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A Mermaids Tale
Tom Holland AU
Words: 1.6K
⚠️Warnings⚠️ None
A/N: Sorry if this story is kinda bad so far, I'm not really use to writing in 1st person pov I've always done 3rd person pov but I hope you enjoy it either way!
(Part 1) (Part 2)
《Masterlist》
"Serenity!! Where are you now? You know I'm going to find you eventually."
I sighed apparently hiding continuously from Tom never ends up working in my favor because he always manages to find me no matter where I hide. No matter how dark of a cave I find or the time I literally buried myself in the sand he still manages to find me.
Don't get me wrong or anything, Tom's a nice guy and all but already having to be stuck down here for a month and half with someone I hardly knew kinda sucks but then again I was also betrayed by Sam who claimed he loved me and I was also beginning to get homesick.
"Ah I found you!" Tom exclaimed, popping his face into my line of vision. I really thought I had him this time hiding in the smallest space I could find in this cave.
"You know if you're trying to hide, you should really make sure to hide your tail next time too." I slightly rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the small smile that was forming on my face, and looked at my tail that I have yet become accustomed to.
Since I've been down here I've gotten to know Tom a little bit and his very kind and care free attitude. How he's like a ball of sunshine hidden in the depths of the water, or how he's always so optimistic with everything. He's really tried his best to get me accustomed to my tail by teaching me how to swim with it but I apparently look like a squirt trying to swim for the first time which apparently what they call babies down here.
I could see myself becoming very good friends with him, he hasn't really pushed the issuse of what happened to me or how I got here and I know its bothering him. Because every time he asks about it or when it seems like he's about to bring it up I completely change the topic or I will avoid his question. He's a nice guy and all but right now after everything thats happened I think it's best to keep him at arms length until I know for sure I won't be hurt or betrayed again.
He pokes at my tail "It honestly doesn't make any sense on why your tail is gold, because there are normally only three colors for our tails! So why is yours so different," He exasperated.
I remember when Tom explained to me that there are only the three tail colors, and they each have different meanings and or different jobs.
-
"I still don't understand why your tail is gold, it's really starting to baffle me."
"Well you're the only fish person I've seen since I've been here so is it really not that common?" I asked.
Tom huffed and rolled his eyes at me "First off its MERFOLK not fish person. And it is actually really rare down here that its literally the only one I've ever seen, down here there are only 3 colors of tails which generally puts you into one of the 3 categories. 1st being a green tail which is the most common tail. When you have a green tail it means that these people are your every day normal people such as people who own the stores teachers or just stay at home parents. A person with a Blue tail like mine means that they are a healer and a baby blue means that they are a scientist these tails really aren't that common and only several people have this color. Now the most rare color is an orange tail it means that they are warriors such as guards or soldiers," He explained while making all these weird hand gestures. " We are all normally born with a purple tail signifying that we are still children, but once we turn 16 our tails will change into one of the three colors.
"Wait you said three colors but listed four you said two different blues so wouldn't there technically be four color categories instead of three?" I asked.
"No, not really we tend to just lump both blues together since they are just slight different shades."
"So you than you are a healer?" I said poking his tail.
"Yes! I normally work with children since they are normally the more fun patients," he smiles and stares off into the distant.
"Huh, well I didn't know that."
"Well Serenity that's because you refuse to leave this cave that you decided to make as a make shift home for the past 2 weeks, which by the way you really should come into town one of these days. Carrying all this food out this far is getting a little tiring," he glanced to the side and smirked at me.
I playful shoved him away from me, which in turn made him laugh like crazy. "Come on I'm serious! You should come into town with me. I have a free room with a bed in it by the way, and I'm sure my roommate won't mind you taking the spare room for awhile."
I tilted my head side ways "You guys have beds down here?"
He looked at me bewildered "Yes, why do you guys sleep on the floor like a sea urchin?"
I raised one eyebrow and looked at him "A what?"
He smacked his forehead really hard "A sea urchin," he said slowly "You know it's like a pokey ball looking thing they lay on the sea floor but are also found in the hold of rocks."
"I've never seen one before in my life, but no we don't sleep on the floor we have beds too. That's why I was surprised when you said you own a bed," I was trying to avoid eye contact with him and just chose to stare at my tail.
He sighed "You ready are something else Serenity. But seriously you should come back with me to my place."
I bit my lip an old habit I have when I'm feeling nervous "Are you sure I can come? Won't my tail attract a lot of attention with everyone since it's never been seen before?"
He ponder for a moment "Hmmm I never thought about that, maybe we can sneak you in at night, everyone is in bed to begin with anyways-"
"Wait why is everyone in bed?" I interrupted him.
"Well we have a curfew," He stated.
"Oh? Why"
He side glances me for a few minutes before he finally decides to respond "I honestly don't remember why."
You don't really respond to Tom you can He is hiding something from you but you can't blame him since you refuse to up up to him most of the time so instead you just give him a nod and sit in silence for a few more minutes. "Okay I'll go with you into town," you sighed
Tom throws his fist in the air as some weird sign of victory "YES!"
-
"Okay, remember you said you would be coming with me back to my place tonight so we will have to wait for sun down until we can swim into town."
"What about Sharks though? Won't they attack us and try to eat us?" I asked looking away from him.
Tom began to laugh hard, it was one of those hearty laughs the kind where he was doubled over holding his stomach with tears streaming down his face. "That's the funniest think I've ever heard you say."
I glared at him not really appreciating him not taking me seriously "I'm serious! I've heard stories about them before and they are very dangerous."
He continued to laugh for 5 more minutes without being able to look at me because every time he did he would just start laughing again so I just glared at him until he was finally calm enough to respond to me. "Sharks are literally the nicest creatures we have, most of them are to shy to even come close to us and land walkers, there are only maybe a few species who would attack us and even than they don't live anywhere near us."
I sighed in relief "Okay, I guess I'll believe you then and by the way we are called humans."
He grinned at me "Don't worry everything will be fine I promise we can get in without people seeing you, and even if we need help I know a guard who could help us out plus I know for a fact that my roommate wouldn't care he more than likely would want to look at your tail because he's a Scientist so it will definitely peak his interest once he's sees it."
I nervously chewed on my lower lip not liking the sound of that at all 'what if he puts me in a cage to study me, or starts to poke and prod at me with things that might kill me, OR what if he decides not to let me stay and forces me to leave what would I do than. I mean I guess I could come back to this cave, but what if he throws me out during the day?! Then I'll definitely be screwed!'
"Stop it Serenity, you're thinking too much about it," he chuckles lightly "I promise it will be okay."
I stare straight into his eyes to see if he's being dishonest, can I trust him? I've only known him for a little over a month but can I really trust him. I knew Sam for almost 6 years and when it came down to it he decided to save himself instead of protecting like he said he would, with a seconds thought. But looking at Tom sitting next to me with a dopey smile on his face I just have this feeling deep down that he's being genuine, but I still have to keep my guard up around him just in case but maybe just taking a little bit of the wall down would be okay.
"Okay, I trust you."
Taglist: @big-galaxy-chaos
#spiderman#tom+holland+x+reader+smut#tom holland#tom x reader#peter parker x reader#peter parker smut#peter parker#the avengers#mermaid
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if you want, maybe you could do "severed artery" with Dick and have Roy (or one of the other Titans) take care of him? love your writing and I hope you're having a nice day!
AHH thank you so much! I hope you enjoy!
Severed Artery - read on AO3
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Titans (Comics), Nightwing (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Roy Harper & Dick Grayson
Characters: Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Garth (DCU), Donna Troy (minor)
Additional Tags: Can be read as pre-slash, POV Roy Harper, POV Dick Grayson, vomitting, Blood, Guns, Hospitals, Canon-Typical Violence, dick is a little shit, Roy is a Little Shit, Homophobia, Roy Harper Needs a Hug, Roy Harper gets/gives a hug, Dick Grayson Whump, Roy Harper emotional whump, Protective Roy Harper, Hurt Dick Grayson, Garth is the best, Titans as family, Confused Dick Grayson, Medical Inaccuracies
Series: Part 6 of Bad Things Happen Bingo
Summary:
Dick and Roy are little shits to each other, until the night takes a turn for the worse.
Full story under cut
“Aight, Donna, you ready to go?” Roy chirped, taking a second to look himself over in the mirror, running his fingers through his (surprisingly) soft hair (he’d be stealing Dick’s shampoo more often) – getting that perfect messy, but stylish look. He fired off finger guns at his reflection – he was killing it, somehow listening to Gar of people had worked out – he gave shockingly good fashion advice.
Feeling optimistic, he sauntered into the hall, only to be met with Donna’s confused expression.
“Roy, I’m going out with the girls tonight, I told you like four times.” She leaned against the wall, gesturing to Jesse and Toni, car keys dangling from her hand. Jesse stared at him, an eyebrow cocked judgmentally, as Toni smiled, offering a little wave. He waved back, watching Jesse’s expression morph into disapproval.
“Hey, I didn’t even do anything!” He complained, glaring at Jesse. She rolled her eyes, not deigning to verbally respond. Ice queen.
Reaching out, Donna patted his shoulder, waiting until he met her eyes. “I’m sorry, hun, but we’ve got tickets to a concert, could we go out next weekend?” She fluttered her eyelids slightly, sending chills up his spine. “Why don’t you take one of the boys with you?”
“Terrible company, but babe, have fun, I’ll figure something out.” He cupped her chin in his hand, leaning forward to peck a kiss to the top of her head, ignoring the fact she squatted down to make the moment work.
“Mm, thanks.” With that, the girls were off for the night, leaving him stranded in a deserted hallway.
Well. He could do what Donna suggested and take out one of the guys – he had the reservation, and Lian was already situated with the sitter. But which guy was the question… Wally was out with the league, Garth was visiting home, Vic was with Gar, and Grant had a date. Which left Dick – no - Dick was busy working – actually yes – he likely needed a break.
Actually – was he even here?
He started towards the central control room, poking a head in Dick’s room on the way and had to do a double take.
“You’re actually in <em>your room</em>?” Dick threw a pencil at him without looking up from his desk, child’s play to dodge – Dick speak for hmm, maybe something like ‘asshole’, but he took it as an invitation to enter. But if Dick was going to call him an asshole, he had expectations to live up to.
He took a standing leap, twisting and flopping across Dick’s immaculately made bed, sending blankets and pillows careening off the side. Dick ignored him, scribbling down some notes on a pad of paper. Roy waited for a few minutes, listening to the scratch of pen on paper. Quick and noisy – Dick was likely stressed – he was pushing down harder than normal; he gave it an eighty/twenty chance something was up.
Ripping paper proved him right, as Dick frustratedly crumpled up the page of notes, throwing them behind him, hitting the recycling bin with ease. Groaning, he dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his eyes.
“Showoff.” Dick startled, jumping out of his chair, Roy’s own reflexes were the only thing that saved him from taking a pen between the eyes.
“What the fuck, Richard?!” He yelled, yanking the little missile out of the air. A faint flush tinted the top of Dick’s ears.
“I forgot you were there.” The admission was almost too quiet to hear, but combined with the minute sign of embarrassment, it rang of truth. Roy could milk this, oh he totally could.
“What was that, why did you almost kill me?” If he played his cards right, he wouldn’t be dining alone tonight.
“I didn’t think you were…” Dick trailed off, glaring at him. “You heard what I said.” He retorted, catching on. Sucks to suck, Dickie – he was obviously tired if that spooked him – he was likely running on caffeine.
“Oh, you misunderstand.” Scooching off the edge of the bed, he hopped lightly onto the balls of his feet. “Why’d the batboy forget I was there, hmm?” He pulled a half-eaten energy bar off the desk, inspecting the wrapper. Dick casually rocked back in his chair.
“See, completely decaf, I told you I’d-” Roy yanked open a drawer, Dick darting to stop him. “This is my desk!” He slammed the drawer shut a moment too late – Roy had good eyes after all.
“Hmm, so how do you explain the-”
“Get out, I have stuff to do – aren’t you supposed to be on a date with-”
“-CAFFIENE PILLS IN YOUR DRAWER!” He shouted through Dick’s response, effectively shutting him up. There’d been an intervention years ago after too many days spent on one hour or less of sleep. “You know the deal.” Dick groaned as he ruffled his hair.
“I have to-”
“Eat, shower, and sleep. And I have reservations. For two. You’re coming with me.” Ah yes, a romantic dinner date with Dick Grayson. People would kill for this. Dick crossed his arms. Roy picked up his chair, staggering towards the door. Dick was going whether he liked it or not, a real meal (not protein shakes or energy bars) would do him good.
“No one’s even done this to me in like, a year.” He noted, gracefully leaping out of the seat. “Asshole.” Grumbling he lightly punching him in the arm before heading into his walk-in closet, stripping off his shirt as he went. Automatically, Roy scanned for any new injuries, his eyes lingering over a few of the old.
“Liar, Wally caught you two months ago. Besides, the restaurant is nice, Donna likes it and you two are basically the same person, so you’ll love it.” Dick scoffed, stepping out of view.
“Is that all I am to you? Your replacement for Donna?” He sounded mildly offended.
“Nah, you’re too ugly to replace her.” Dick hmphed. “And your personality sucks.” Roy added.
“Why the hell am I going with you?”
“It’s not like your night could get any worse.” Dinner was better than casework after all.
Dick’s head poked out the doorway, looking completely unamused. “Asshole.” He chirped a second time, ducking back away.
Roy sat across from him, speaking between mouthfuls of pasta, smacking his lips together. “So anyways this kid, Johnny is like, sitting next to Lian in class, and he keeps taking her crayons and won’t give them back.” Dick thought for a moment, watching Roy drum his fingers rhythmically on the table. “And the teacher is being ridiculous, she just believes Johnny over Lian. My Lian! Can you believe it?” He slammed his fork down, articulating the point.
<em>And you’re sure Lian gave you the whole story?</em> Was what Dick wondered, but he’d prefer not to die for questioning Lian’s integrity tonight. “Why don’t you mark her crayons with a sharpie and let the teacher know?” Roy’s fingers stopped.
“Huh, hadn’t thought of that.” He leaned back in his seat, distantly looking out the window. People trickled down the street, passing by the little café, kicking up crimson leaves from half empty trees. Streetlights flickered on; fairy lights crisscrossing the avenue, as the sun lazily sunk in the sky. It was a beautiful night – Roy was right, he did love it, the food was good – catching up with Roy was refreshing – and the location was stunning; as always, Roy always picked the perfect places for dates. Dick was past the point of being annoyed at the situation but was still determined to give Roy a hard time.
“Well, maybe if you thought about that instead of harassing me.” He leaned forward, resting his head on his hand, dramatically looking out the window – Babs was going to kill him for being late with his case reports. Again. Roy smirked as he rocked forward, reaching across the table to lay a hand on his forearm. He at least had the decency to look apologetic.
“Look, you know the deal.” Brushing his thumb against his skin placatingly, he waited until Dick met his eyes. “You’re working full time, and have your nightly duties, and you’re with us.” His voice dropped, his nostrils flaring in irritation. “It’s not like you’ll leave Bruce alone any time soon either. Dick.” His eyes crinkled around the edges – concern. “You’ve got to start taking care of yourself.” Dick rolled his eyes; he was doing fine.
“You’re working with Ollie, you have a daughter, and you’re working with us, look I had one breakdown-”
“More than one-”
“-Only one that wasn’t the result of external influences.” Fuck Brother Blood for the other ones. “We made the caffeine deal after,” he grimaced reflexively “I broke up with Kory but, Roy.” He clasped Roy’s hand with his other hand reassuringly. “I promise I’m doing better now.” Tilting his head to the side, he cracked his neck. “Plus, you only brought me along because Donna was busy, that’s not what the deal was for.”
“Okay, maybe that was shitty of me, but it’s nice seeing you without the tights.” Roy flashed a winning smile. “Not that I don’t like seeing you in them, the new stuff looks great.”
“Oh, so I don’t look great now?” He teased. He’d picked out his brightest shirt for the occasion – a polo patterned after bowling alley carpet paired with the tightest red jeans he could find, and of course, a pair of heels borrowed from Donna. A single giant hoop earring dangled off his left ear. If he was going out with Roy, he wanted people taking pictures. Payback. This would be in the news tomorrow.
“Babe,” Roy lifted up his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “You look stunning.” He grinned goofily, seemingly happy to play along. Welp. If that’s how they were going to play it. He booped Roy’s nose, watching his pupils dilate. Dick recoiled in surprise – Roy wasn’t -
“Wait, you’re not actually-”
A scream cut him off, whirling around in his seat he saw a large man storming into the café brandishing a gun, his face red beet red and angry. He turned back, squeezing Roy’s hand, nodding towards the silverware.
“No-no one else move!” The guests around them stayed frozen in place. Three older ladies on their right, a family of four on their left (he guessed it was the young girl who screamed), and a couple across from them. The staff ducked behind the counter as people outside the restaurant scrambled away.
Dick raised his hands slowly. “I said no one move!” The gun pointed directly at him. Perfect.
“Okay, I won’t move.” He said steadily, watching sweat bead on the man’s head – he was nervous, his hands twitched uneasily on the gun – possibly his first time, and he kept muttering to himself. He watched Roy’s hand carefully creep towards silverware in his peripheral. “Do you want money? My father is rich.” Watching the man jitter about, he slowly stood up. Roy’s hand closed around the fork.
“Okay? You-you can get me money?” The man mused to himself, shifting his weight back and forth. He started lowering his gun, taking a step forward, he reached out his other hand. Dick took a few steps to the right, away from his chair, shifting attention away from Roy. “Okay the-”
*BANG* The world sped up around him, he rushed forward as the man fell-
*BANG* The man hadn’t even hit the ground – he was already dead – already-
“DICK-”
*BANG* Blood and brain matter poured out of the man’s head, someone was screaming, it didn’t need to-
*BANG*
“STOP!” Someone slammed into his side, and he hurtled to the ground. “HOLD YOUR FIRE!”
Roy’s face hovered above him. “Dick! You’re going to be fine.” His hands clamped napkins to his left shoulder, one on his front the other on his back – and shit – that was a lot of blood. “Hey, look at me.” Pain radiated out for the spot as Roy doubled the weight on the wound, blood seeping out past his fingers, waves pulsating in time to his heartbeat.
Cops burst in through the door, rushing to swarm the dead body. One glanced their way. “Oh shit, you hit the fa-”
“Fucking call an ambulance you dipshits!” Roy’s voice sounded farther away. “Slow your heart, fuck, do your Jedi weirdo bat tricks.” He hissed. Too late, sometimes, things happen too fast. “They hit an artery.” The blood wasn’t stopping, the napkin was soaked through, Dick felt himself slipping into shock. “Dick, stay awake!”
“Lo-ve y-ou.” He stumbled over the words as the world exploded – a million things happening at once – his thoughts scattering as black tinged his vision, overcoming everything.
Roy scrubbed his hands, pausing over the sink, watching the pink water rush down the drain, gurgling as it went. He rubbed a hand further, tackling the blood crusted over his elbow. He made a mistake of catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror –Dick’s blood was everywhere, coating his shirt, arms, pants, even some on his face. His stomach flipped, clenching tightly as he started to gag - fuck.
Throwing himself over the toilet, dinner rising back up in his throat, he threw up the seat. Shaking, he held himself over the porcelain toilet, fingertips staining it red, as he heaved. Soap bubbles dripped from his hands over the edge of the bowl, spattering on the ground.
Each drop spurred a recollection of the night’s events.
*Plop* The man was dead before he hit the grown, brain matter spattering the wall.
*Plop* A bullet whistled through the air, missing Dick by millimeters, lodging six inches next to the little girl’s head. He ran, screaming <em>“Dick!”</em>
*Plop* Blood sprayed out, a bullet ripping through Dick’s shoulder, as he kept moving towards the man.
*Plop* <em>“Stop!”</em> Tackling Dick out of the way, he screamed for them to stop, ripping napkins off a table and desperately trying to stop Dick’s life from slipping through his fingers.
He fell to his knees, a pit growing in his stomach spreading to his chest, rooting him to the spot. He curled his knees to his chest. Fuck. Dick had been shot before. But this? It was different. They weren’t in costume, they hadn’t been ready – the man hadn’t even shot anyone, only the bastard cops had.
<em>“Love you.”</em>
What kind of final words were those! He sat on the tile floor, banging his head into the side of the wall. Dick couldn’t die. Not because he forced him on some dumb dinner date! It wasn’t fucking fair!
His vision blurred, but he couldn’t do anything to stop the tears, unless he wanted blood in his eyes. Just – fuck. “FUCK!” His shout reverberated around the room. This was all his fault – he should have stayed home with Lian, guilt pooled in the bottom of his stomach. Why couldn’t he just leave well enough alone? Why’d he always have to have the last word? What was wrong with him!? Normal people didn’t antagonize each other like that!
The door creaked open. “Roy?” Garth called, the door squealing as it slowly opened. “Donna’s here too, are you ohhhhhhhhh-kay?” His jaw dropped, though he quickly recovered. Roy looked away, in a failed attempt to hide the tear tracks on his cheeks.
Garth stared at his hands. “That’s a lot of blood.” He muttered, his eyes darting around the room. “I mean, I brought you clean clothes.” He placed pair of sweats and a ratty t-shirt he’d stolen from Dick years ago on the counter. Roy’s eyes lingered on the shirt, no doubt the choice had been intentional.
The sound of rushing water cut through the silence, seeming to grow louder with each passing moment. Garth leaned back against the counter, hopping up next to the sink. “He’ll be fine.”
“Yep.” Dick was always fine. Always fine until he wasn’t.
“It’s not your fault.” Wrong.
“Debatable.” Garth frowned at the response but held his tongue. Instead, he let his head fall back against the mirror, staring up at the ceiling.
Softly, barely above a whisper, he continued. “I left you all alone for one day and this is how it ends up.” Roy bit his lip. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” Guilt bubbled in the bottom of his stomach, and annoyance overcame him; they’d had these conversations before.
“Are you kidding me? I know what you want me to say. It’s not your fault – of course not. But then you’ll say ah but it’s not my fault either.” Angrily throwing his arms in the air, he continued, his voice growing louder. “And no – Garth – actually it is my fault!” He could feel the blood rushing to his face. “I’m the one who made him go to the restaurant. I’m the one was too late getting him out of the line of fire!” His voice resounded around the cramped room. He banged his head against the wall again. “Look, I know what you’re trying to do and thanks. But no thanks.”
Nonchalantly shrugging, Garth gestured to the water. “Wallowing here won’t make you feel less guilty. Apologizing when he wakes up will help, and I’m sure you’d prefer to be clean when the time comes.”
“Garth? Could you just…” He trailed off; anger quickly overcome by a wave of guilt. Shut up? Leave? Stop? He wasn’t sure, but he was sure he didn’t deserve whatever pity Garth was feeling. A wet paper towel smacked him in the face.
“Kick you in the rear so you’ll get off your sorry ass and clean yourself up?” Hopping off the counter, Garth strode over, lifting Roy by the elbow. “That’s not my style. But I’ll help you get cleaned up.” He let himself be dragged towards the running water, facing himself in the mirror once more, though this time he focused on Garth.
Sometimes Dick could swear he was actually a time traveler. Or maybe had latent teleportation abilities. Realistically, he’d probably just blacked out from blood loss or a concussion, but eh, that option wasn’t as fun. Blinking, he found himself in a familiar setting; a hospital room in a private wing, at – a clock ticked to his left, looking up – it was 4:19am.
He waited a minute, watching the clock turn to 4:20 - nice.
What was he doing again? How long was he out?
He struggled for a moment before remembering that he went out with Roy at 6pm last night, so he was out for… god math was hard. Six to twelve is six hours plus four, uh, ten hours and twenty minutes. Right. As long as it was the same day, he was set.
“Shit.” He promptly realized he couldn’t move his left arm. A sling. UGH. “Son of a-” he cut himself off, realizing he wasn’t alone in the room, Donna was gently snoring in a nearby chair, a little throw blanket covering her. The patterns had fish people… there was a word for that… mer-somethings-maids, mermaids. Mermaids – Garth – Garth was here, that was his blanket.
Dick scanned the room, checking for signs of life. Someone’s bag was on the floor, but he didn’t feel like expending the brain power to figure out who’s. Alright. He steeled himself. Now was the perfect time for escape.
The room spun as he sat up, turning around and round again before his eyes. Hah. Count Vertigo was way worse than this. Yep, head empty, room spinning, this was fine. Swinging his legs over the bed, an alarm blared next to his head.
“Fuck!” He jumped out of his skin, springing to his feet, in a defensive position. Well. He thought he did. The room was tilting on its side, the high-pitched noise shattering his thoughts. Instinctively, he tried to run.
“Woah there, shorty.” He found himself held by strong arms, the world turning once more. The familiar scent of Roy’s aftershave overpowered his senses. Distantly he was aware of the alarm turning off, his legs hitting the back of the bed. Roy’s face swam into view as he was guided back onto the bed, now propped up by soft pillows. So much for escape…
He closed his eyes, waiting for the rush of dizziness to pass. “Roy?” Warm arms wrapped around his torso, snaking tenderly around the sling. “What?” He mumbled - not that he was complaining, as he nestled his chin on Roy’s shoulder. He sighed contentedly, pressing his face into Roy’s stiff neck, closing his eyes and basking in the warmth.
For some reason, the wheels in his brain began turning. Roy. Dinner. Gunshots. His eyes shot open. “Fuck did you get hit, are you okay?” He pulled back, scanning Roy for injuries.
“I’m fine.” Roy facepalmed.
“What?”
“You got shot and you’re asking if <em>I’m</em> okay?” Roy shook his head, exhaustion clear in his voice. Dick looked at his sling again.
“I got shot?” It was like a piece of a puzzle clicking into place. “I got shot…” Wasn’t he supposed to be somewhere else? “How the fuck am I supposed to explain this to my boss?”
Sighing, Roy took a seat on the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why are you like this?” Turning, he looked Dick in the eyes. “Don’t answer that actually. Look, I’m sorry I made you go out to dinner.”
“Why? It was nice.” The food was good. Sputtering, Roy searched for words.
“Well. Don’t say I never apologized.” A little bit of a blush crept up his neck.
His mind abruptly recalled something he’d heard Roy saying to Lian. “Apologies come with hugs.” Roy rolled his eyes but moved closer anyways.
“You don’t even know why I’m apologizing.” He mumbled, brushing Dick’s bangs to the side. Dick grinned as Roy pecked his forehead, sweeping him into a second embrace. Two hugs in one day – that was a pretty good day. Roy’s fingers stroked through his hair, as Dick leaned into his muscular side, the world spinning slightly, though he’d found a solid rock to lean on.
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💔: Angst.
⚡: NSFW.
♥: Fluff.
✿: Comical/humor.
☁️: Comfort.
(The list can be updated quite often with new prompts!)
💔 “What is love?”
💔 “So what is right and what is wrong?”
💔 “I don’t know, what can I do?”
💔 “Can you see trough the tears?”
💔 “Why’d you have to go away?”
💔 “Don’t you know I miss you and need your love?”
💔 “Are we gonna be like our parents?”
💔 “How are you?”
💔 “How am I gonna be an optimist about this?”
💔 “This will be the last time you lie to me.”
💔 “You know it’s not like that.”
💔 “You never loved me, did you?”
💔 “If you had have kept your mouth shut, then he’d still- he’d still be here!”
💔 “You’re back in my life and I want to die again.”
💔 “I could’ve died and you couldn’t have cared less.”
💔 “Just get out. I- I don’t want you here, just leave.”
💔 “If you hurt them I’ll kill you.”
💔 “Are those new?”
💔 “Look at me? It’s ok.”
💔 “This nightmare will never end, will it?”
💔 “Please, please, please don’t leave me, please-”
💔 "I don't think you're worthless. Why would you tell yourself that?"
💔 “He’s already dead. He just doesn’t know it.”
💔 “You have to believe me.”
💔 “Bad dream?”
⚡ “Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?”
⚡ “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
⚡ “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”
⚡ “Swallow. All of it.”
⚡ “Spread your legs for mommy/daddy, I want to see you.”
⚡ “Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
⚡ “I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”
⚡ “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”
⚡ “You hit like a girl.” “That’s not what your mother said last night.”
⚡ “Oh, god, yes, just like that.”
⚡ “Seeing you between my legs is so hot.”
⚡ “I may or may not have left some….marks.”
⚡ “I need to work on my dirty talk. Wanna help me?”
⚡ “The noises you make are incredible.”
⚡ “Have I told you how much hearing you moan my name turns me on?”
⚡ “I can’t concentrate. I keep thinking about you and everything you did last night and how wonderful it was…”
⚡ “I like it when you touch me there."
⚡ “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
⚡ “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”
⚡ "Let me show you why we should stay in bed. ”
⚡ “My cum’s dripping out, let me push it back in you.”
⚡ "Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.”
⚡ “We’ve been doing it for three hours…How come you’re not tired?”
⚡ “What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again.”
⚡ “Oh, look who’s not wearing any underwear~"
♥ “I think I love you.” “You think?”
♥ “I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.”
♥ “Can you please stop staring at me?” “But I think you're beautiful.”
♥ “Did you just...did you just kiss me in front of the guy I was going on a date with?” “Maybe?”
♥ “You brought me chocolates?” “Yeah...I'd noticed you were a little down, so I bought you some...your favorite flavor.”
♥ “You’re adorable, you know that right?”
♥ “You’re okay now, I’m here.”
♥ “Marry me.” “Yes.” “Wait what?”
♥ “Are you blushing?”
♥ “Want some?”
♥ “Is it possible to love too much?”
♥ “I will always be there protect you.”
♥ “I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
♥ “I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”
♥ “I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”
♥ “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on.”
♥ “I caught the bouquet.”
♥ “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband.”
♥ “I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?”
♥ “I hate you.” “No, you don’t.”
♥ “You’re amazing, did you know that?”
✿ “How did you know that? I never told you that.”
✿ “Did you just...purr?”
✿ “I hate you.” “I love you too.”
✿ “You’re bleeding.” “No shit Sherlock.”
✿ “I’m not sick.” “Babe. You’re burning up.”
✿ “Kiss me.” “Gladly.”
✿ “Why am I doing this again?" "Because you love me.”
✿ “There’s an emergency.” “Did you explode anything? Is anything on fire?” “No...” “Then it’s not an emergency.”
✿ “You are my new pillow.’’
✿ “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my Ass.”
✿ “Fuck…”
✿ “Was that supposed to hurt?”
✿ “Help me find my shirt.” “‘You know, as much as I want to…I don’t want to.”
☁️ “Why didn’t you run when I told you to?”
☁️ “I thought you were in danger...you ran away?”
☁️ “I’m too tired to be your emotional punching bag today.”
☁️ “Is it all right if I hug you?”
☁️ “Just hold my hand.”
☁️ “Have you not slept this entire time?”
Rules ↴↴
Anime/movies/stuff I can write for:
- Yu Yu Hakusho, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu!!, Tokyo Revengers, Spy x Family, Buddy Daddies, The Promised Neverland, Bungou Stray Dogs, Saint Seiya (original serie), Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Twisted Wonderland, Obey Me!, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Harry Potter, Rick and Morty, Final Fantasy, Marvel;
(if some aren't listed, you can ask if I can do them!)
I am comfortable with any gender and ships/comparison!
- M4F, M4F, F4F, A4A !
✍ How to request:
Send me two characters, an OC and a character, or a character and a character, or reader and a character or an oc! And send me one or more of the prompts you’d like me to write about. Remember to also add how you’d like it written (example: really angst, not too much fluff, etc…). make sure to specify whatever you want more, and I’ll write it down! ♥
Things I write about ↴↴
(if you don’t see something in none of the list and you want to read something about it, ask me before request definetely).
Self harm, suicide.
Depression, anxiety and other mental illness, comfort.
NSFW.
Death.
Reader insert. (specify pronouns please)
Things I DON’T write about ↴↴
Incest.
Pedophilia.
Homophobia.
Limits ↴↴
Headcanons:
From one to six characters.
Scenarios:
Specify everything you want in detail, please.
Tell me if you don’t or do want a character to be in the story in plus.
The maximum of principal characters I’ll write is three.
👍 Language ↴↴
I can write in both English and Italian, but I am much more comfortable with English!
✨ About me ↴↴
🌙 Name: Angel Sasha.
♫ Pronouns: They/them.
If you don’t like, leave ♥
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