#he needs to take better care of his lungs but yknow
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Hey!!! I just finished reading song of Achilles and I have been crying for the better part of the last hour while reading, hence in serious need of some Bucky comfort. So how about college or lumberjack Bucky (cuz they’re my favorites) who don’t really understand the whole fuzz over books but still holding his girl while she sobs her chest out out about a book (you can change the book of you want), hot tears down her face, ugly crying yknow?
It’s okay if you don’t want to :)) Have a great day 💕💕💕
Pairing: lumberjack!bucky x reader (can be read separately from undisclosed, but also a little reference to it)
A/n: Okay sooo this was so sweet and I had to write a drabble for it!! All this angst I've been writing needs some comfort! :)
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He hears the crying first.
It’s a terrible sound that constricts his chest each time it meets his ears. Bucky would like to consider himself partially responsible for your tears becoming a rare occurrence, so when he hears them, he experiences an array of emotions—fear, panic, a twisted sort of heartbreak.
At the front door of his home, Bucky strains his ears to confirm what he’s already dreading. Because maybe you weren’t crying. Maybe you were sick? That wasn’t much better, but at least it was a more concrete issue.
When he hears the tissue box and the loud meow from Alpine—the closest thing to concern he’d ever heard from a cat—Bucky doesn’t even take his coat off before he’s barreling into your bedroom.
You startle, puffy eyes darting up to him as he takes up space in the small room.
And he’s devastated. You hadn’t looked like that in a long time, all tear-stained cheeks and frazzled hair. Bucky considers the multitude of reasons you could be so upset, but then decides it doesn't matter. Not when you’re looking at him like that.
“Oh, honey,” he coos. His socks make soft sounds on the carpet as he walks over to you, but the action only sends more tears down your face. Bucky could collapse. “Sweetheart, what happened?”
You don’t say much at first, opting to bury your face into his chest the second he makes contact with the bed. It’s too warm in here for the amount of clothes he’s wearing. Bucky doesn’t really care. You keep crying—Bucky keeps running his fingers through your hair.
Each sob that leaves your lips sounds more broken than the last, breaking Bucky down bit by bit. He wants to fix this, make it better, but Bucky has never been good with words. He’d been trying, for you. He will try now.
“Tell me what happened, sweet girl?” he mumbles into the skin of your temple, lips hesitant to leave your skin. He was always better with physical communication. He was also the best at loving you like this.
Your breathing gets choppy as you try to calm down. Shallow puffs of air meet the stitching of his sweater, and he rocks you as a way to coax a more steady pattern into your lungs. Even though he was wrought with panic, you were okay. Bucky had you, so you were okay.
“He—he died, Buck,” you eventually choke out. “He died and then there was no—there was nothing—” your words cut off again as more tears soak his chest.
“Who?” he stresses, although his tone doesn’t give that away. “Who, honey? Someone you know?”
“No,” you sob. The sound knocks the air from Bucky’s lungs.
Taking inventory in his head, that means all of his friends are safe, all of your friends. It means your awful family is alive as well, and while that doesn't matter much to him, at least he knows it isn’t the source of your strife. But the pain in your voice, the way you were limp against him and fighting for air.
Bucky couldn’t understand.
“Tell me who. What has you so sad, hm?” he tries, voice dropping into an even gentler tone.
You dig your fingers into Bucky’s jacket, pulling away after a moment. Bucky reaches for you, trying to chase your figure because he wasn’t done trying to make this better, he needs to make you better. But then you slap something into his lap and he’s confused again.
“Them,” you all but sob, turning back into the material of his jacket.
Bucky wraps an arm around your shoulders as he inspects the book on his thighs. He’s still lost, but your crying has morphed into sniffles so he asks, “What was that, sweet girl?”
He’s packing it on with the endearments, but seeing you like this is brutal.
“In the book,” you explain. “They were so in love. And then he died. And afterwards—Bucky it was awful.”
Oh.
A book.
This is manageable, to Bucky. You’re not in pain and he can handle this.
He hauls you closer into his chest. You shuffle until your frame is enclosed by his. Bucky’s size had always been something he found inconvenient until you came into his life. Because after that, he found it was good at making you feel safe. A way to protect you from anything.
Even… a book?
Surely a book.
“Hey, it’s alright, I got you,” he hums.
“Never die,” you whisper, and Bucky's mouth twists uncomfortably.
“I won’t.”
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes drabble#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes#lumberjack!bucky#undisclosed#asks
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Someones a little sick
back at it guys. same character yknow the shit by now
your point of view;
As im walking around my house fixing up things that were broken or covered in dust, i hear my phone start to ring which results in me letting out an aggravated sigh while picking up the phone.
"Hey sweets" i hear tommy sniffle before the phone gets snatched out of his hands, "Jess, you need to let us in, NOW!" demands mick as im finally allowed to speak. "Hello to you guys too, why do i need to let you in exactly? You idiots will mess up my house", "because we're sick and don't know what to do" argues mick as he begins to cough, "ugh, fine" i say while slamming the phone on the reciever and walking to the front door. While i bask in the feeling of a clean house, i open the door to reveal the four man-babies.
"Jess, help me!" screams vince as a runs up to me, while might i add, sniffling "how did you guys even get sick? was it from one of the many groupies, did it finally catch up to ya?" i say while widely grinning, and stepping aside for them to walk in.
"If any of you idiots mess up my place i will make you suffer in silence" i snicker while ushering them to the living room. "Go sit down and tell me what happened".
"Promise you wont laugh," begs nikki "can't make any promises, nikki" i say while walking to the kitchen to make tea "I got sneezed on by a groupie when i was making out with her," him saying this resulted in me letting out a wheeze before regaining my breath. "And the rest of you?", "he went around the studio sneezing into the air!" whines vince as his voice is barely able to keep one pitch. "Mhm, and i reckon it affecting you the most isnt it blondie?"
I chuckle while walking into the living room holding a tray of teas, "Yes! It is! I can't sing without my voice breaking" he groans while taking one of the hot beverages.
"Shut up blondie" whined both tommy and nikki as mick sat there drinking the tea, "atleast you don't have to worry about playing an instrument while youre coughing up a lung" groans tommy. "well this is the last time im taking care of you guys," i say, sighing "i guess you imbeciles are going to want to stay here tonight, right?"
"Can we, please?" asks mick as he finishes the drink, "yeah i guess, since youre my favourite mick, you can take my room" i suggest while softly smiling at him.
"Really? are you sure-", "yes, im sure, mick, go on the beds made and there should be a bin nearby" i stop him mid sentence with a light chuckle. "Thanks, jess" he smiles with a nod and walks up stairs.
I sit down in his seat while the other look at me in disbelief, "How come he gets your room?", "he gets to be so close to you panty draw, and i dont?!" i groan while rolling my eyes "because he's actually tolerable". "I'll be sleeping out here if it makes you guys feel better, god this couch sucks ass" i say with a groan as i get up and lay on the floor. Tommy was the first one to move and took this as his chance to lay his head across my thighs, this was followed by vince laying on the oppsite side of my body but with his head on my stomach, which was later followed by nikki laying across my chest.
"What the fuck do you guys think i am? a pillow?" i sitfle a groan as one of their bodies shift against mine, "a pretty damn comfortable one," grins nikki as he buries his face in my chest.
"so fucken help me, if i get sick from you idiots" i start as im cut off with a sneeze from vince which somehow racks through my body, "awh man im sorry" he sheepishly apologises "im going to kick your guy's ass's" i say while giving up and laying there.
"What ever you say, sweets", "shut up tommy, just go to sleep".
roughly 4:04 am
i woke up to someone snoring, fucked if i know who's, up shoots vince as he runs to where im hoping is the bathroom. I prop my body up against the couch as he comes back into the room looking a bit too pale, "hey blondie, are you alright?" i ask as he sits down beside me "yeah, 'm just tired" yawns vince as he nuzzles into the side of my body, "go back to sleep, vinny, i'll still be your guy's pillow" i whisper while raking my fingers though his hair "Mm, thanks doll" he groans, practicly asleep.
I flick on the tv as i decided i wasnt going to be able to sleep any time soon, as i flip through the channels i decided on The Karate Kid movie.
It was around 8:13 am, and i had resulted in watching any movie that came on, i was silently watching The Breakfast club as i felt nikki and tommy begin to stir. "Morning, guys, sleep well?" i softly ask as they sit up and adjust to the light, "yeah, thanks for being my pillow," snickers nikki as he stands up and walks into the kitchen, "how about you, t-bone?" "mm, it was good thanks sweets" he yawns while shuffling up to me, "how are you feeling?" "like shit" he groans while leaning onto me "its alright,t-bone you'll get better eventually" i smile while raking my fingers through his hair.
"Mm, i hope so." grins nikki as he walks through the door "dude! you took my spot" he whines "be quiet nikki its too early, and blondie here is still asleep, here" i slightly open my legs "even better" he smirks before sinking down in between them "shut up dude, you hogged her boobs all night anyway".
"what the fuck did i just hear?" groans mick as he walked into the living room, "how are you even comfy with them on you, it looks like a doggy pile", "it is mick, i havent moved all night" i sigh while look up at him "you poor thing" chuckles mick as he sits behind me on the couch.
that was fun lmao. i hope you enjoyed it
:)
love you guys
#motley crue x reader#mick mars#nikki sixx#tommy lee#vince neil#vince neil x reader#nikki sixx x reader#tommy lee x reader#mick mars x reader
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Rewarded in Pink and Brown
more drabbles this time from my Roman Lives AU cause i've been missing them already, plus yknow me i love a good reunion scene
(small notes, Roman lost his leg due to damage and wears a prosthetic. its what he refers to with Pietro. Roman traveled to Mistral on the same train as Oscar, causing them to meet early by accident, which led Roman to join the main cast
right now we're at the Schnee party in V8
we caught up? good lets roll)
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Smoking calms the nerves.
That's what Roman's told himself for years. But lately, after being off them for so long, he coughs and coughs as the smoke bellows above him, the burn unfamiliar in its familiarity.
Coming to Atlas has been strange. This whole year has been strange. Has it been a year? It feels like longer. Maybe shorter. Roman can't exactly tell anymore. Time blurred together from all the…excitement, you could call it.
From meeting Oscar by complete accident on his way to Mistral, to nearly getting killed by Red's little crew, to fighting alongside them at Haven… It's been many ups and downs since Neo's disappearance.
Now, here he stands, carefully disguised with a fat cigar between his fingers, waiting for the choking to die down like he's some kind of first-cigarette-teenager again. Out of spite, and a need to not waste these beauties found in this…very legally obtained coat, he takes another long, long drag, allowing the smoke to settle in his damaged lungs before blowing it to the sky. Better. Much better.
After losing so much, he can't lose this. A literal addiction to cover his emotional addiction is fair, isn't it?
Roman sighs. Heavy and tired, running a hand through temporary brown hair.
He's tried…he's tried so hard to hold onto hope… Mistral was a dud. So was Amina. He was hoping he'd spot her in Mantle, his old stomping grounds, but not a spot of pink and brown to be seen.
Now, here he stands. Leaning on a balcony railing, cigar warm between his gloved fingers, in the one city that Neo wanted to see the most for its beautiful snow…without her.
It's empty. Hollow. A victory unearned. Just like his survival. And after failure upon failure, hit after hit…
He's tired.
One last puff has Roman tossing the cigar, letting it land where it lands on the ground below. Not his problem anymore. Red may have taught him to be patient, but not kind.
Turning around, he finally pushes himself off the railing and into the hall. May as well put that nifty leg Pietro gave him to work, since it was free. A gift from the heart, as he said.
Roman calls it pity. Still helps him walk, though.
"Alright, Roman, no more tears." He whispers to himself, combing curly hair back with a huff. "Just gotta make it another day…"
How many more "another day"s can he take? A question that's been on his mind since all this chaos began. Since he got swept up in something much bigger than himself. Then Neo. If this is what Cinder wanted, maybe it's a good thing she's not here, he muses as he walks down the hallway. Without Neo, there's no chance of her getting hurt worse. May as well count his blessings.
"Oh-!"
Roman falters when he stumbles, looking down to see a poor servant with a dropped tray and some barely-saved glasses on the carpet floor, champagne that probably costs more than any amount of Dust Roman has stolen in the past staining the fabric.
With a sigh, he kneels down and offers the girl a smile. "My apologies, I thought the upstairs was empty." He smoothly offers, helping gather rolled away glasses. That is the one nice thing about Atlas. No one cares to remember the voice of the long-dead Roman Torchwick. He doesn't need to worry too much about that.
"So, what's got you up here, anyway?" He can't help it. He's always been nosy when it comes to rich parties. And servants always have such juicy gossip. "I doubt you'll get many good tips up-"
…green eyes.
That's the first thing he notices are green eyes. Piercing, so familiar, it's exactly like looking in a mirror. The young woman near him wearing a black bob on top of that that just brings too many memories back. Far too many. Too many of disguise attempts, trying to find the most bland appearance possible, before the two settled on black hair and green eyes and easy hairstyles. Easy to blend into the background with a bob, after all.
The silence between them is heavy, the woman silent as ever, and Roman taking her in. Her size, her stature, her figure…
"…I haven't used boxed dye in so long." Roman finally offers. A tidbit. A small nudge. It makes her blink, mouth falling lightly open.
Roman finally smiles. Smiles. Big and large and impatiently joyous at a fact that hasn't been proven.
"I mean…you did a much better job at my disguises, didn't you…"
It's like falling in love all over again. His heart skips a beat at the sight of shimmering pink, and leaps into his throat as it falls away like delicate raining glass to reveal a familiar face. Pink and brown eyes staring back at him, to match her hair, with messy white streaks from the amount of stress she's been through.
Roman laughs. He laughs because he finally found his hat and scarf, tied delicately around her neck and donning the top of her head like a crown.
Fit for a queen, of course.
"…Neo?"
Her name rolls off his tongue like a prayer. Neo, Neo, Neo, he's thought it for so long, he's imagined it for longer, but seeing it, seeing her…
He's not sure who launches at who first. Roman remembers opening his arms, but by the time his mind is caught up with him again, Neo's clinging to him tight, silent sobs soaking the front of his stolen attire as Roman cradles the back of her head, rests his chin atop his hat that sits so perfectly on her head, careful not to dirty her perfect appearance.
"You're just as stunning as ever…" He hiccups when he pulls away, cupping her face in his hands. Hands that are bare, gloves frantically tossed away to ensure that she's real. With real skin, and real warmth, and real wet tears he wipes away even as they continue to fall.
Real, with small hands mirroring his own, letting her feel along under his bangs, the scar that got bigger from the accident, letting her count every freckle like she couldn't remember their placement, letting her stare right into him as he stares right back.
Roman wastes no time. Her lips are like candy, sugary with lip gloss and a tad salty from tears. Be it his own or hers, he can't tell, and he doesn't care.
All that matters is that she's here. With him. Held in his arms, and sat in his lap like nothing ever changed. Like they're back at the warehouse, holding each other as they try to quiet down their adrenaline-filled thoughts after a long day's work to get some good sleep.
When he pulls away, Neo doesn't let him, yanking him right back in for kiss after kiss, making Roman laugh as he gives her everything she needs. Everything she wants. Anything. Anything at all. She deserves it. She deserves the world.
"Neo-"
peck
"Neo, doll-"
peck, peck
"Sweetheart, we need to-"
peck!
"Okay! That's enough!" Roman laughs again, straightening up enough to make Neo have to stop. He wipes his face of stray tears, amusement clear at her familiar pout. Yes. Because how dare he deny her anything. What a cruel monster her lover has become with time.
He shakes his head, gently combing fingers through Neo's hair. More white streaks. More stress. "If we keep this up, we'll be up here all night. And personally? I'd rather not have our first night back together in a Schnee manor."
Neo's face scrunches in disgust. Clearly, they're on the same page.
"Besides…"
Cupping her cheek, he thumbs over newly obtained, tiny scars. Then, delicately, he removes his scarf from her neck, Neo allowing him to see the riddling of slashes. Along with newer ones, along the collar bone. Light burns and small stabs.
He sets the scarf aside to steal his hat from her head, dropping it atop his own. Even with the disguise, Neo sees him. All of him. Every inch of Roman Torchwick and his dramatics.
…they're perfect for each other.
"I really need to fill you in on what you've missed."
Roman doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve her. Not now. Not after what they've gone through. Not after what he's done, his constant back and forth, his changing, his differences from back then to now.
But knowing Neo? She's too stubborn to give him up.
And, no matter how much time he's spent around those damn kids…
Roman's too selfish to let her try.
#masky found the writing pen#rwby#roman torchwick#neo politan#rwby gelato#gelato#roman lives au#told yall i was comin back to this#cant keep me away from my baby NOT FOR LONG#god i cant wait to fully binge V9 cause imma go HAM on Ever After#debating if Roman falls n Neo jumps in after him...#or if they get separated with Neo shoving him through the door so he wont get hurt...#so many options :)#anyways#long post#sorry yall im in a weird mood with my creativity lately
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That suddenly got me curious, what made you start shipping them? Funny enough, kid me shipping them not because of their compatibility, it was actually the potential drama that it could cause. I loved the thought of Taichi and Takeru just lunging at Yamato at once — Taichi, because he is protective of Hikari, and Takeru, for similar reasons (bonus points if he likes Hikari since that'd make the situation much worse). Kid me loves chaos lol.
I did eventually consider them as an actual ship, and I think their personalities mesh well together!!! Maybe it's the ship bias, but I love the the thought of the both of them being subtle when it comes to their affections to each other. The both of them crushing would also feel so awkward at an outsider's perspective, if that makes sense? God they're so fucking cute I don't know where to start lol I have too many thoughts about them. I wish I can tell you more coherently what I like about them but goodness there's so much about Yamato and Hikari that makes me go apeshit.
Apologies for the lengthy ask, I am not passing up the opportunity to finally talk about my Digimon OTP with someone else 😂 Hope you're well!
-Rose
Heyaa oh no it's all good!! We support lengthy talks about what we love under this roof-!! Hope you're well too :)
Omg kid you had the vision. All your points are chef's kiss,a dozen virtual bouquets & gift baskets for youu.
Yeah so Hikari's always been a childhood favourite of mine - her personality,motif,Digimon partner,aesthetic etc
Then with Yamato,it was a 'right place & right time' kind of moment. But basically, I get to see Last Evolution in theatres during the pandemic & when Yamato came on screen I was like,"...this is it.Peak husbando material. How could I have been so blind." lol
Then it was a barbie doll moment of 'I like this character.And I love this character. I wanna see them together & kiss'
Ahahahah I know that sounds juvenile but then my brain made the connection between them.
Obviously us Yakari shippers are just making stuff up cause they hardly interact in canon lol
But when you take a step back & think about their personalities, yeahh like Hikari & Yamato are quite private people/incredibly empathetic/ hand on heart put their loved one's needs before themselves (albeit at a destructive level but yknow they can help each other out-!!) / (my personal HC) he plays music & she's a photographer,Your Honour they're an artsy couple.
I think as well they've got their own personal demons.Yamato my poor baby boy I know he's still affected by his divorced parents & at times has his cool wolf persona. Then a recent interpretation I read about Hikari is that she's so appreciative of life & the beauty of it, when someone's life is at risk,she will stop at nothing to advocate for them. But for herself,Hikari has trouble voicing her own needs. Wow,I wonder who else is secretly holding onto heavy feelings but putting on a strong front for others? (PS this is also my own reading of their characters & been digging in some creator's interpretations too)
This is an equally long response that I could go on for ages lol,
But for me,Yamato & Hikari are two very beautiful & quiet souls. Then in my silly lil' head with these silly little thoughts, they found solace in each other as friends before slowly realising they've got feelings for each other & are compatible as romantic partners. But end of the day,they're still individual people who have had their own woes,and together they've better themselves because they feel comfortable opening up to the other & want to improve themselves.
The tldr of it is 'I like these characters individually & make up a bunch of stuff how they could work' and that has me kicking my feet & giggling like a little girl.
If you've read this far along, first of all thank youu ahaha. Wishing you a good time & hope you're taking care!!! x
#Yakari#Hikari x Yamato#Yamakari#Yamato x Hikari#Hikari Yagami#Yamato Ishida#Kari Kamiya#Matt Ishida#Digimon Last Evolution#Last Evolution Kizuna
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Re-send. Y/N is trans, but not out to Nekoma. Because of a transphobic family, he has no binders, only tape. He knows this is dangerous, but its better than having to walk around normally. One day, he overbinds and faints during practice. As he wakes up a few seconds later, the whole team is gathered around him already, worried (esp. Kuuro, who has a crush). He's forced to come out so no one calls an ambulance. Nekoma proofs themselves to be very accepting, though Yaku and Kuuro scold Y/N.
“No more hurting yourself.”
Masterlist
Anime: Haikyuu!!
Character(s): Nekoma (platonic with the slight excuse of Kuroo)
Time set point: high school
Pronouns used: he/him (trans ftm)
Warnings?: unsafe binding with tape, overbinding, fainting, not proofread
A/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!🎉🎊I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY!! :D
⚠️FEMALE ALIGNED= DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.⚠️
“Ah nice to see you today, Y/n.” Kuroo smirked at the second year, watching as y/n perked up and waved back. Y/n finished putting on his knee pads and walked up to the captain, glancing at Lev as he ran away from Yaku.
“Nice to see you aswell, Kuro. Where’s Kenma?” Y/n asked. He watched as Kuroo raised a brow and crossed his arms, pouting.
“You wanna see Kenma over me? How rude..” The captain joked, watching as y/n furrowed his brows. He and y/n both knew that wasn’t the case. He just hadn’t seen Kenma all day and missed him.
Y/n huffed and crossed his arms, silently wincing when he too quickly moved. The tape under his shirt feeling as if it was suffocating him. He took a few seconds to make sure Kuroo wasn’t looking at him weird. He hadn’t seemed to notice though.
“Yknow it’s not like that, rooster head” Y/n smirked after giving the classic nickname. Kuroo dramatically gasped, waving him off.
“So rude and for me being so so kind..well, Kenma is gonna be a few minutes late. Teacher kept ‘em back in class” The ravenette sighed. In the certain class, the setter would always be tired and would end up falling asleep a lot in the class. He didn’t mean to of course, it just helped him regain focus after a tiny nap.
Y/n nodded, glancing to his right where everyone began getting ready for drills. He looked back at Kuroo who began getting volleyballs, motioning for y/n to go with the team and get ready.
It was about half an hour into practice, every player sweating and quick on their feet. It was a good practice so far. All for one player, y/n. He’d begin having trouble breathing, needing to take more water breaks than the others. It was all the cause of the tape over his chest. It was so tight and uncomfortable, practically squeezing his lungs and not letting him be able to breathe.
“Mm? Y/n you good? You’re breathing much harder than usual and you seem a lot more tired. How much sleep did you get last night??” Yaku narrowed his eyes on him, acting like a caring scolding mother. Y/n just shook his head with a forced, tired smile.
The team was light scrimmaging, but for y/n it felt like the most intense thing ever. His hands were shaky, causing his receives and blocks to be weak and uncertain. His legs were tired from carrying him, as the muscle began to ache more by the second. His mind was fuzzy, beginning to blur his vision.
“Yaku-san I’m fine, and I got enough sleep don’t worry..” Y/n waved him off, wiping the sweat off his forehead. The libero just kept his eyes narrowed on him. He could tell something was up. Call it a mothers instinct.
The short third year continued watching as y/n gave a weak receive, even though it was a simple one. Usually he was so good and quick on his feet for receive. Now he was the complete opposite. He was so visibly tired and out of it, like he wasn’t even there.
For him, it felt like every few seconds he’d see nothing but black. He shook his head, trying to focus on his hand, but to no avail. His vision began getting more blurry and caused tears to prick his eyes.
Nobody seemed to notice, not even Yaku who turned his attention away for a minute or two. Y/n gulped, staring up at the bright lights of the gym. The light shining right into his eyes began making his vision even more blurry, causing him to stumble a little when he looked back down.
Y/n stepped back a step, not feeling his foot go down on the floor, and tripped on his own feet before hitting the ground and fainting immediately.
“Y/n??? Come wake up- hey hey your awake, can you see me?” Kuroo stared down at y/n, already knelt to his left side. The rest of the team was surrounded around, all worriedly staring at y/n.
He felt himself begin breathing heavily, wrapping an arm around his chest as he coughed. Every few seconds he would feel a horrible striking pain in his chest that knocked the wind out of him. No one knew what was going on.
“Y/n what the hell is going on?? Do you need an medical attention?” Yaku asked loudly, watching as the second year shifted and slowly sat up. He didn’t make eye contact with anyone, just staring at the floor beneath him.
He took a few breaths, trying to ignore the horrible throbbing in his head the began building more and more.
The team sat in silence, all just waiting for y/n to answer. They didn’t want to see him hurt. He was their teammate, their friend, their family.
“I-fuck.” Y/n hissed, wrapping an arm over his torso again as the pains kept striking. “I’m transgender..” He whispered out, followed by a violent spree of coughs. He didn’t dare look up. In his mind, when he looked at them they’d all stare at him with disgust. They’d kick him out the club and probably tell everyone in the school about this.
Though after awhile of silence, y/n let his eyes wander up to the team. None of them looked visibly grossed out or mad. In fact, they looked almost happy or excited. All of a sudden, he was tackled in a hug starting by Kuroo. Soon enough everyone was included, even Kenma.
“Now why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Kuroo frowned. He felt like he had done something wrong, especially since being best friends with y/n, he would be able to tell him about something like this. The ravenette didn’t understand that this wasn’t an easy thing to come out to someone. Hell, y/n had to deal with a transphobic family back at home so he had such bad trust issues with telling people about it.
“I didn’t know this would be y’all’s reaction..” The second year admitted, scratching his arm after everyone let go of the hug. Yaku stood infront of y/n, arms crossed. His eyes were narrowed and he padded his foot on the floor like an angry mother ready to scold her kid for breaking her favorite vase.
“You really must be an idiot to think we would not accept you. Now, why did you faint? Is your binder too tight? Have you been binding too much?” He asked question after question, concerned.
Y/n stared blankly. How did he know about binders?
“How do you know-“
“I have a cousin that’s transgender, so he’s taught me some stuff about safety precautions. You displayed a lot of symptoms of over binding.” The libero explained.
Y/n gulped and laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Well I uh don’t have a binder since my family is yknow, yeah..I bind with tape.”
“YOU WHAT??” Kuroo and Yaku yelled in unison. Even the captain knew a small bit of binding, knowing that you should never bind with tape. They quickly pushed y/n to the changing rooms to change into his uniform.
The team waited outside, talking amongst themselves. Coach Nekomata had decided to end practice early because of the incident. He was proud of the team for being so quick to care about their teammate. It was something only people with a true bond could do so immediate. Almost like it was instinct.
After a few minutes, y/n slowly walked back into the gym. He had his uniform on, and a wad of tape in his hands. “I took it off, like you said..” He turned to dump it in the trash can, walking up to the team. He was quickly engulfed into another hug by Kuroo. He didn’t push him away in fear of Kuroo somehow feeling his chest, instead sinking into the embrace.
The captain was glad now that he helped in some sort of way, feeling closer to his best friend, and crush. In fact he felt even more attracted to y/n for being able to continue on with all the negatives in his life. It was empowering to the ravenette.
“Thank you. We talked and since the situation with your family we are gonna get you a binder so you can bind safely from now on ok?” Kuroo peered (up/down) at y/n, smiling softly.
Y/n just stared back with wide eyes. A binder? Like a real binder, not tape? He felt tears prick his eyes as he stuffed his face into Kuroo’s chest as he let himself cry. For once in so long he was crying happy tears.
“Y/n, here.”
Y/n looked at Kenma, who was holding out a black hoodie. It was the one Kenma would put on after practice. He grabbed it from Kenma and looked at it.
“You can wear it home, it’s big so it’ll help hide your chest.” Kenma watched as y/n immediately put the hoodie over his uniform, fixing the sleeves and smiling widely.
Y/n quickly hugged the setter, thanking him. “This means a lot Kenma. Thank you.” The blonde just nodded, going back to his phone and continuing to eat on his snack.
The three, Kuroo, Kenma, and Y/n all made sure they had everything before departing from the team to go back to their homes.
Yaku cupped his hands around his mouth, making it so his voice was louder. The team left next to him quickly covered their ears, watching as he yelled at the trio retreating.
“I don’t wanna see you using tape anymore y/n!!”
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Yknow what? I'd actually go so far as to say that, as much as ive seen it complained about, it's actually pretty hard to "UwU" or "Woobify" Grian within the context of yhs.
I mean. It's possible if you go really extreme with it, but it's hard.
Grian at his core is actually a primarily decent person most of the timeand is a primarily innocent party in most things. One who goes through a Lot.
If you really think about it Grian's moral compass isn't too far off normal basic human morality. He's often anxious and hesitant when faced with any involvement in criminal activity, he's frequently dismayed and offput by suggestions of violence (the less deserved the more dismay is expressed as well), he's disappointed and frustrated at seeing the people around him do fucked up things, he's almost always polite with a good head on his shoulders when faced with a kind or reasonable person. Even well into ts, long after first coming back to Japan, Grian is still incredibly uneasy and fidgety with the suggestion that he take part in violence, I mean, remember that time he, Taurtis, and Sam were tasked with killing Geode and Grian not only initially tried to refuse outright but then checked in shakily with the other two multiple times just to confirm if they were really going to kill someone. Grian's typically the character most likely in the entire series to be incredibly put off by and very hesitant about doing bad things (especially to people he's not one million percent certain deserve it).
And while one could argue that we can't really praise his moral compass for being hesitant about involving himself in crime/wrongdoing when he often ends up participating anyways. Actions speak louder than words and all. However I disagree. The fact that Grian vocally does not wish to be involved in this kind of thing and has proven to behave on the more reasonable and polite side when acting independently in relation to likewise level headed people....is Very important. In fact, in actual legal cases, oftentimes a factor in trying individuals is the question of whether they would commit the crime in question indepently or under normal circumstances. This is the basis for necessity, duress, and insanity pleas, amoung other's. People who would not act the way they did in a certain scenario under normal circumstances are often liable to be judged favourably in their actions. In fact, speaking of duress pleas, Grian's got a pretty solid one for a lot of his actions. The times Sam or Yuki held a knife to his throat or the times police threatened to kill him if he doesn't comply with orders or any alike incidents. In cases where duress isn't applicable to Grian's behaviour there are oftentimes incidents in which an outright case for violence in self defense can be made. In fact, most of Grian's circumstances leave him very viable to be judged sympathetically on a legal standpoint. The fact that he was a minor, the fact that he had no apparent history of violence or crime, the fact that he was in a severely abusive relationship with a criminal and entering said relationship marked the start of any sort of criminal behaviour from Grian, any criminal behaviour from Grian always being in a group setting never lead by himself, the fact that he always clearly and openly protests when pulled into these group settings, the duress and self defense pleas that are applicable to pretty much all incidents in which he does engage. Which are also all factors that can and should be accounted for on. a moral basis as well, obviously. And like, Grian has a reputation for being arrogant, cynical, and rude or whatever, but he's really not. He very rightfully calls out other people's horrible bullshit and makes snappy remarks towards his abuser but that's the opposite of a problem and Grian's proven himself more than capable of reasonable civility towards reasonable people. Grian just isn't the selfish arrogant disrespectful criminal that he's sometimes implied to be and in fact he's largely innocent- or absolvable, if you'd rather- in most of the things levied against him. Grian's not a literal saint giving to the needy and taking care of orphans in his spare time but he's a decent guy overall???
And hey, speaking of that super abusive relationship Grian landed in. Let's not forget the impact of that situation. Sam was undoubtedly abusive towards Grian. He threatened Grian's life various times, he basically told Grian he was nothing compared to Taurtis, he shoved plastic down Grian's throat and laughed when he choked, he got Grian locked up in solitary confinement through complete lies just because he thought it'd be entertaining I guess, he forced Grian to kiss an abnormally large amount of people against his will (some of these instances sam recorded despite being asked not to), he himself tried to make out with Grian without consent while Grian was sleeping in his own private room, he forcefully dressed Grian up in feminine cosplay meant to be ~attractive~ complete with fake breasts, he lied to Grian about the gender identity of someone Grian dated as a joke (his words) and lightly mocked Grian afterwards, he locked Grian in a basement for three days straight and it's unclear whether or not he was planning to let him out anytime soon, he dragged Grian into a closet with school staff despite Grian's very vocal distress and discomfort then scolded Grian for considering reported it when this staff member made uncomfortable comments on the outfit Sam had forced Grian into, Sam offered to give Grian to another guy who made a similar uncomfortable comment later on as part of some trade, he consistently dragged Grian against his will into criminal activity whether by threatening him, tricking him into participating, or just altogether falsely implicatng him, amoung Many other things. And every step of the way Sam did his best to completely gaslight Grian. He used every gaslighting technique in the book. Telling blatant lies (for example, "i would never stab taurtis", "you are taurtis", "grian's crazy and he stabbed taurtis"), he denies doing shit to Grian that Grian knows damn well he did ("i would never stab taurtis"). He hard projected his bs onto Grian (from blaming grian for 'making' sam do awful shit sam did to claiming grian actually fullstop did the awful shit sam did). He was just constantly trying to turn people against Grian (convincing yuki and taurtis to back him up in calling grian a bad manipulative friend and insisting he needed to apologize for 'making' sam horrifically abuse him. arriving in the police station and instantly without hesitation telling them grian was crazy and dangerous and pinning his own crimes on grian. having taurtis back him up and help scold grian for getting mad about being locked in the basement for days). Telling Grian he's crazy (taurtis incident again, solitary confinement incident, the time sam kissed grian without his consent while he slept and grian got mad). Telling everyone else that Grian's a manipulative liar (taurtis incident again, solitary confinement incident again). Yknow. Gaslighting. Sam was just so unbelievably abusive. In like. Every possible way. Which adds a LOT of trauma to Grian. That on top of his parents abandoning him as a little kid too because we couldn't leave it at severe abuse.
Grian's not a bad person. And he's certainly a very sympathetic person. Which is why it would be hard to woobify yhs Grian. It would be hard to make a very sympathetic very sad character egregiously sympathetic and sad. His whole arc is getting abandoned by his parents, going to visit his friends, and getting violently abused and forced into a multitude of disturbing activities against his will for an extended period of time.
One could argue that sure Grian isn't a bad person and sure Grian's got a pretty sad life, but certainly a lot of people are guilty of making Grian more helpless and scared and generally 'pathetic' than he is in canon.
To which I reply...not really?
Grian already doesn't have half the fight response people ascribe to him throughout the series. That was a whole other post but honestly Grian's response to traumatic situations is very frequently to cave to them and he's got a much stronger submissive streak than people often admit. I mean, Grian was asked to dress up as his best friend who just got stabbed "to make things less awkward and make me feel better" and he did it within ten seconds of being asked without the others even needing to threaten him at all. Grian does express quite a bit of despair, fear, and submissive tendency in canon when faced with dangerous or traumatic situations. And while it's possible to go a bit too far with that if you consistently leave out the token fight entirely, I see people swing way too far un the opposite direction way too often. There's a reason Grian never actually killed Sam in canon. There's a reason Grian never made a serious attempt to get him arrested for his crimes. There's a reason Grian never just left. When Sam found Grian after he ran out of the gym during the Taurtis incident? Grian didn't lunge for Sam. There was no serious altercation between the two. Grian scrambled back and tearfully babbled platitudes while shoving plastic down his own throat on command. And even beyond that, a lot of the interpretations accused of making Grian too helpless/scared/'pathetic' are works that involve Grian processing trauma years after the fact. Which. Even if Grian was the most aggressive on edge fighter in the history of trauma responses during the traumatic events? People don't process their trauma after the fact the same way they instinctively respond in the moment. Even if Grian never shed a tear throughout any of the traumatic ordeals he experienced, it would be far from unrealistic behaviour for him to still process after the fact by panicking and sobbing his eyes out regularly. Which, again, Grian wasn't even all that fight oriented while it was happening so panic and tears isn't even super far removed from his actual in the moment responses let alone processing after-responses. It's just. It's really hard to "UwU" Grian tbh. He's a decent person, he went through hell (his own words actually), and he was never even really very effectively aggressive when he did. And while it's possible to dip too far into that territory, far more often I see things swung egregiously far in the other direction.
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Beautiful Mischief [Pt. 11]
Bad Batch x Reader • Angst/Fluff/NSFW (yknow the whole deal) • Mechanic [hidden Jedi] ! Reader • Female reader
[H/C - Hair color]
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“You didn’t have to pick me up Hunter. I could’ve found a transport over to Coruscant one way or another”
“Not worthy of an escort?”
“You do escorts now? The war is over and this is what you do with your freedom so far?” Reylen jokes sitting beside Hunter in the Havoc as she knew he could sense her worries if she had any, but she can feel his with the tension in the room. “Hunter, it’s best to talk about it and not keep it inside”
“The Bad Batch never follows orders. We do our own way of solving the problem. But when Y/N joined us, we always put ourselves in harms way. She wasn’t too badly affected until we got nosey. Then Kenobi ripping away that security she had—“
“Made you want to use every fiber of your being to protect her, even if her own twisted morals told you otherwise” Reylen finishes watching Hunter tense up again grabbing the back of his neck. “Y’know. Sometimes they wake up in the bacta tanks. Wakes up before the thing decides they are”
“Is that supposed to be comforting?”
“She’ll come back when she comes back”
“I hope you’re right”
——
Y/N, please. I can’t. I really can’t lose you.
You’ll make it. Please. Make it.
Cyar’ika...
Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum
...
I love you
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The loud thud rang through Hunter’s ears the second he stepped off the marauder. He didn’t hesitate to leave to Reylen and instantly start running toward the medbay with the rest of the batch slowly joining him.
They all froze finding Y/N rip the mask off of her face before slowly standing to her feet.
“Well. Isn’t this a nice view” Crosshair smirks to her naked complexion as she narrows her gaze.
“Are you going to keep staring or get me fucking clothes?” Y/N snaps catching them all off guard as Wrecker pushes them all out of the room accidentally closing himself in.
Accidentally, my ass
“Wrecker, I love you. But please GO!” Y/N yells at the big guy as he realizes his situation before swapping spots with Reylen when she finally caught up with the group.
“They’ve never seen you naked and not wounded?” Reylen laughs dropping her backpack and pulling out a few of her own clothes handing them to Y/N.
“I’m surprised a little bit that they reacted like such. Well except Crosshair. He’s always snarky but that’s his character for you” Y/N states clasping the overalls and scanning the room to find her own shoes by the tank she broke. “I can’t believe this thing actually worked and didn’t drain every fiber of my being”
“I was there for that sole purpose. In case that did happen.” Reylen smiles happy to see that she is alright for right now, but apart of her still wanted to check a few things and Y/N sensed that.
“Can I hug my boys before you do tests, Rey?”
Reylen laughs a bit to herself smiling more than before. “You gotta stop asking for permission and just act” she states as Y/N walked passed her opening the door finding the five staring directly at her.
Y/N didn’t care in that moment. She started balling, not giving a damn if she looked weak or whatever. She ran into Hunter’s embrace being squeezed by the sergeant as he couldn’t help it either. None of them could.
“Thank maker” He sighs squeezing Y/N as she cried into his chest holding him.
Crosshair couldn’t help it as he latched onto the two hugging them both. Echo following in suit with Tech after, and Wrecker consuming them all in his embrace.
“Thank maker you’re alright” Tech sighs with relief feeling the tears roll off his cheeks. “Thank maker...”
Thank maker...
Thank maker she’s alive, and this is over
Fuck it’s all over
A year after the war...not much has happened with where the next steps should go. But it brought some peace and freedom to those who never thought they’d even receive a normal direction in their life.
“Master?” a padawan walks alongside Obi Wan as he gave them a smile indicating his attention. “You talk greatly about this...Y/L/N? But why haven’t any of the others met her? Didn’t she bring an end to the war?”
“Yes, and she will be back. She handles a lot more of our loose ends. Don’t know why she’d want to after what the council has granted her, the battalions, and future generations”
“She’s just, continuing to protect the Galaxy. That’s how it should be isn’t it?”
“Yes”
For the most part
“You really need to get better at sticking your landing”
“Tech, my love, I will go back to the ship and kick your ass! You try scaling buildings without falling into the alleys or losing the target” Y/N snaps over her communicator as she lunges over a large gap in Patora’s downtown district trying to keep up with the target on the speeder as Hunter chases them with his own.
Tech continues to work on the security systems of the district they are in, as Echo stepped in testing out a new function of his robotic hand.
“There—“ Echo alerts Tech as he flips the switch.
“Lights out”
The city lights turned off, leaving only candle lit venders as the only light source along with the traffic. But this caused the target to stop their speeder on the ground and continue on foot. They reached the sewer line and once they entered they were greeted by Wrecker in front of them and Crosshair behind.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I uh—-“
“That’s not an answer!” Wrecker yells knocking the target out as Crosshair face palms on the spot.
“You do realize most times you do that, it lands them in critical condition”
“Well now it won’t take forever to get the binders on them!”
“I hate your logic big guy” Hunter interrupts the two, overhearing them in the comms before driving his speeder to the building Y/N stopped at seeing how tired she got. She muted her comm as he did the same stepping off of his speeder to hold her for a moment. “You need to remember, it’s a team of six”
“God I know, we’re all after the same thing.” Y/N takes a deep breath, sighing after. “That took a lot out of me apparently”
“Hm. You’ve got some speed on yea. So I wasn’t worried for a second” He reassures running his hand through her soft [H/C] short hair humming to himself. “I still miss your long hair”
“Hey I like it short” Y/N smiles easing into his hand as Hunter brought her close for a second pressing his lips against hers. She held onto his chest plate continuing the kiss before parting seeing her sergeant smile himself. “Let’s hurry up and take the target back to Coruscant. Then take care of a few things before going home”
“Maker, I’ll never get used to hearing that cyar’ika”
“Mmm, good” Y/N smiles following Hunter back to his speeder as he took her hand helping her on before heading back to the ship compound.
“We got him!” Wrecker alerts the two when they rejoined the rest of the batch.
“Yes. By knocking him unconscious” Tech states getting a sigh from Hunter and an annoyed look from Y/N. “He doesn’t have the carbonation device on him. Even though it would be sufficient to make a portable device to avoid subtle casualties”
“Just. Get him in the carbonite so we could avoid further damage” Y/N informs Wrecker as he goes to put the target in the rack of their upgraded Havoc Marauder. “Shall we head out or should I stock up on anything while we are here? This is a great vendor district”
“We’re going home after heading back to Coruscant. On the way to Coruscant it’s a few clicks I believe we’ll manage but on the way home, may as well”
“Wait to get it for free or enjoy a little simplicity”
“Simplicity. I’ll go with you” Tech informs Y/N as she smiles watching him going to get out of his armor.
“You all can get out of your armor. Relax a bit” Y/N continues to smile as Echo and Hunter went ahead to do so while Crosshair stayed behind stepping closer to her. “Cross”
“Cyar’ika” Crosshair gently took her face into his hands scanning every detail of her face before gently kissing her then retracting to head on board the second Tech stepped out.
Y/N smiles enjoying his softness from time to time.
Couldn’t believe this is happening
A peaceful moment
Without anything to interfere
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Late nights
Spencer Reid, Reader
A/n: Please just take this it’s been lying around in my drafts for months
Synopsis: You’re trying to get better at asking people, you swear - but Spencer makes it so much more embarrassing than it needs to be.
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Hey, can you-
Um hi so-
Hello I don’t know how to say this but-
It’s been two minutes. You’ve been ‘typing’ for two minutes. This is not looking good. Sure, you don’t know how Spencer’s going to react, but asking him in person later seems ten times more daunting. At least texting saves you from having to say that word out loud.
You’re very glad Penelope’s too busy raving about Star Trek with her boyfriend to notice how freaked out you’re getting. Emily and Derek are over by the bar, fortunately, so you don’t have to worry about your blatantly nervous demeanour that much.
You take a deep breath, type out a message, & press send.
Hey, ykno how you’re coming over for LOTR tonight? could you maybe tickle me later? Please?
It’s done. You put your phone on the desk. He’s not even here yet, anyway, it’s not like you have to see him open-
Oh no.
It’s just your luck, really, that Reid would be walking through the door to the bar just as his phone receives the notification.
You duck your head and try not to give anything away with your body language. It’s fine, this is fine, you just-
Spencer shakes his head fondly in the corner of your eye, and not a minute later your phone makes a noise.
Be ready.
Well, shit. It’s 8, and the plan is to leave at 9. What were you thinking? You fight the urge to hide your head in your arms, and turn back to Penelope, resolutely blanking Spencer as he approaches the table.
“There you are!” Garcia’s all welcoming hugs and smiles and excited fangirling, so you take your opportunity to slip away, muttering something about getting drinks, and giving Spencer a small wave so as not to seem rude. Talk about awful timing.
You take extra care to approach the bar at a safe distance from where Prentiss and Morgan are sitting, because you are not ready for a conversation with those two. It crosses your mind that you should probably order something stronger than water if you want to get your act together, so that’s what you do. You allow yourself a brief glance over your shoulder whilst you wait. Derek’s looking at you - he knows something’s up, you can tell, which is exactly why you’re not going to approach him.
The drinks slide across the counter on a tray, and you swiftly take the opportunity to walk away from Derek and back over to the table, brushing off the internal panic when Spencer smiles at you and joining in on the conversation, which has moved on to DC’s comics.
You’d completely forgotten, honestly. The bar was noisy; the evening had blurred into fond memories and enthusiastic chatter, and once you’d arrived back at your place, comfy pajamas and a mountain of blankets had been there to remind you that hey, maybe you were more tired than you’d realised.
Spencer shifts from where he’s got his arm around your waist to look at you, voice quiet. “So do you still want me to tickle you?”
Oh. Oh no.
You sigh. “Uhm...I…You know you don’t have to-”
“I know. You're avoiding the question.” He’s smiling. The nerve.
"Spencer." You look at him despairingly.
"Mhmhm?"
"Spencer."
He raises an eyebrow.
"Okay, okay, I. I haven't changed my mind. Does that count?"
Spencer pauses, and there's a split second where you worry you're going to have to spell it out for him.
But then he smirks, tightening his grip around your waist, amusement dancing in his eyes, "Yea, it'll do."
What happens next is a bit unclear; somehow Spencer manages to shift you; you feel your back hitting cushions, some of the air leaving your lungs in a gasp, then, almost immediately after, Spencer's hands latching onto your sides.
The giggles start before you can even think to stop them, and at that point it's too late; your surprised yelp and following hysterics just encourage Spencer, and he darts his hands up to your ribs, slotting his thumbs in just above two of the lower ones and gently squeezing, over and over, until your back's arching and your legs are kicking out in protest. Your hands have been holding onto his wrists the whole time, which didn't stop him at first, and certainly won't now, since your strength is being sapped away by your own hysterics.
"Spehencer!" You manage to say, narrowly avoiding letting out a surprised squeak when he moves his hands further back along your ribs. "Wahait, wahait, ah-!" Your hands decide they'd be of more use covering your mouth to suppress the uncontrollable giggles, so that's where they go, although you notice straight away that it also stops you from being able to talk back. You try anyway.
And then Spencer finds the spot right near the back of your ribs that makes you let out a small shriek, and your arms come flying right back down to push at his shoulders.
"Wait- Wait SpencER-" You tilt your head back, laughing too hard to finish the sentence, because he's also laughing, head dipped down slightly, hands poised still on that spot whilst he tries to get his composure back.
"Sorry, you caught me off guard there. I thought I'd- I thought you were hurt for a second-"
"No, no, I’m fine….SSSPENCER-" He twitches his fingers once, twice, and you both dissolve into giggles again. Reid’s got the biggest grin on his face as he waits for your anticipatory giggles to subside slightly.
"Oh, right here's really ticklish, huh?"
"Shush, shhhhhh-" you break off into nervous giggles, one hand coming up to cover your face again. There's a shift in Spencer's expression; the fondness on his face shifts, his eyes taking on a mischievous glint.
"Did you just 'shush' me?"
"Um-"
"It's because I'm flustering you, isn't it?"
“Uh-”
“You’re avoiding eye contact~” One of his hands moves to gently scribble across your side, and you try to block him, but he just sneaks his hand under your jumper, which sends you into another fit of laughter.
“No, no, I’m not--I-”
“No? You’re a terrible liar, you’re blushing way too hard for me to buy that.”
“Shut up!” you mutter, managing to grab part of a blanket to hide under. This doesn’t change the fact that Spencer’s still got you trapped, and you realise not being able to see him actually makes things worse. Still, at least he can’t see you getting even more flustered.
“You don’t mean that, you just don’t know how to react to me teasing you.”
“Spencer!”
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
You hesitate, moving the blanket aside in annoyance and looking up at him; he’s got this knowing grin on his face, and if he didn’t currently have his hands over two of your ticklish spots you’d absolutely reach up and push his smug face away.
“Am I?”
“...Maybe.”
“You’re cute, yknow that?” He grins, eyes meeting yours - you’re just about to put him in his place with a well-aimed squeeze to his side when he darts his hands back to the spots near your ribs, and you’re lost to laughter again.
You’ll get around to watching Lord of the Rings, eventually.
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prompt: if you are interested..! i’ve always been wondering what happened to jon once he was finally able to get treatment for his hand. burns get infected the most easily, is all i’m sayin, yknow? (love your work! have a great day)
I can finally write this because I finally got to that point in the podcast, lol
Set directly after episode 92, AKA the episode where the archives squad is finally reunited, Elias confesses, and general insane shit hits the fan that, as Tim so nicely puts, is the usual around here.
Little soft JonMartin just because
Jon’s rummaging through the archives, briefly scanning statements he wants to take with him back to Georgie’s, the only distraction from his otherwise reeling mind. It’s almost funny, he thinks, how his mind has taken to an endless, internal monologue despite the very obvious pain drumming almost rhythmically against his temples. He’s lost in a whirlwind of how’s and what if’s, and the statements, he thinks... well, the statements may be the only drug that can temporarily take him away from himself.
“Jon?”
Jon jumps, not having heard the door open over the sound of his deep, frantic inner voice. He whips around, one file clutched a little too tightly to his chest, and sees Martin hovering in the doorway, almost as if he’s afraid to enter.
“Sorry,” Martin sputters softly. “I did knock.”
“It’s... fine,” Jon sighs out, the initial anger of being startled dissipating along a low breath. He studies Martin, eyes flicking all around for any sign of injury or distress, but Martin just looks hesitantly worried for him, and Jon finds that he has kind of missed that look.
“Are you alright?”
Though soft in tone, Jon can physically feel the weight behind each word in the short yet not so simple question. He debates on what he should tell Martin, or rather, if he should tell Martin anything, but his present, physical well-being comes back by a burning twinge across his burned hand from where he’s gripping the file too tightly. He hisses sharply between his teeth and lets the file fall from his hand.
“Jon! What’s wrong?” Martin’s already starting toward Jon, both hands reaching outward, and Jon quickly finds that his feet do not actually want to move, so, carefully, he extends his burned hand out away from where he’s had it cradled to his chest.
Martin’s fingers are incredibly gentle around Jon’s thin wrist, such a drastic contrast from the fear and worry so evident across his face.
“Oh, Jon... This... This doesn’t look good at all. Have you gone to get this looked over?” Martin’s careful as he twists Jon’s hand around, eyes sinking the more he takes in the angry red welts of what appears to be a rather aggressive burn.
“I haven’t had time,” Jon admits, detailing, to himself, the events of the last week that have taken up the time he should have been spending on looking after himself. “It’s been... Well, it’s been a week.” He laughs at this, small, bitter, yet alarmingly overwhelmed, and if not for Martin’s steady presence, he thinks he may just crumple to the floor. Still, his knees begin to shake, and Martin’s quick to catch on and guide him down into a chair.
“I’m going to get a first aid kit.”
“Martin,” Jon calls out, stopping Martin at the door.
Martin freezes and looks over his shoulder, his face an undistinguishable mess of emotions, and Jon swallows back the practiced words of “I’m fine,” saying instead, “thank you.”
The panic that flicks across Martin’s eyes doesn’t go unnoticed, and Jon quietly berates himself for always worrying his staff as Martin quickly disappears down the hall. He sinks back against his chair with a groan and cradles his hand to chest once more. For just a moment, he allows his head to tilt back against the chair until he’s starting at the dusty ceiling. He feels weak. He thought, considering Elias’s confession, that he would feel better now that he’s physically inside the archives, but he still feels relatively weak and slightly panicked. There’s a tightness pressing against his lungs, and he can only pin that on the apparent need to record statements.
“You’re still here, Jon.”
Jon musters up as much energy as he can to cast a sharp, dangerous gaze to Elias, who’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed casually.
“What do you want, Elias?”
“I didn’t see you leave. I was curious to know why you’re still here.”
“I’m-”
“He’s here for me.”
Jon’s jaw snaps shut, and he leans forward, eager, curious, for he’s never heard Martin speak with a tone of finality such as that. He watches, both brows raised, as Martin squeezes past Elias to get into the archives, and he’s unable to pry his eyes away as Martin drops to a crouch in front of him and opens the first aid kit.
“You’re hurt-”
“Will that be all, Elias?”
Martin looks over his shoulder toward Elias, and Jon can make out the tension tightening Martin’s muscles through the sudden defensive, stiffness of Martin’s back and shoulders.
Jon holds his breath, almost afraid to see the scene play out, but Elias lets his arms fall to his side in a visble show of defeat.
“Of course. I’m sure you’ll see that Jon is tended to.” He disappears down the hall, and Jon swallows thickly, a lump forming in his throat.
Martin’s uncharacteristically quiet as he pulls supplies out of the first aid kit, and he wordlessly holds his hand out, prompting Jon to drop his burned hand atop Martin’s outstretched palm.
“I’ll do what I can, but you should still probably go to a clinic.” Martin says, pulling out an antiseptic cream. “This is going to sting, but we need to try and prevent infection.”
Jon can only nod with eyes shut tight and grit his teeth as Martin begins smoothing the cream over his hand. It burns terribly, but, it’s an almost nice distraction from everything else that invading his thoughts. And, he thinks, at least the clear presence of pain means he’s still somewhat human. The bandaging that follows doesn’t hurt as bad, and Jon manages to pry his eyes open to watch Martin’s delicate yet thorough work.
When Martin’s sure he’s finished, after having studied every inch of Jon’s wrapped hand, Jon doesn’t pull his hand away, and Martin doesn’t let go.
“Are you alright?”
It’s the second time Martin’s uttered that single question, and Jon shakes his head, his hair slipping from where he’s had it tucked behind his ears to now frame darkly around his face. “Are you?” He asks, voice cracking slightly.
“Christ no,” Martin laughs, nervous, and his fingers thighten just a fraction around Jon’s hand. “We’ve been doing our best to get on without you here, but...” Martin drops his free hand atop Jon’s knee. “It’s just not the same without you here. Tim’s been absent more than he’s been here, Melanie... well, she’s great actually, but now she’s bound to this place like the rest of us. What’s with that anyway? Our hearts out now connected to this place?” He realizes, a breath too late, that he’s rambling and that Jon’s grimacing before him, and he stops himself with a low sigh. “Sorry, everything’s just really screwed up right now.”
“I know,” Jon manages, voice barely above a whisper. He shivers slightly, feeling suddenly cold, and Martin frowns at him for the umpteenth time in the fifteen minutes they’ve been together.
“Cold?”
Jon nods, feeling an odd chill washing over him, and Martin leans forward to brush the back of his hand to Jon’s cheek.
“You’re quite warm actually. I think you’re running a fever.”
“That would explain the splitting headache,” Jon mutters, wincing when Martin cups his palm over Jon’s injured hand once more, a little less gentle than he’s been thus far.
“Your hand is really hot. This may already be infected. Jon, you should-”
“Martin, it’s fine,” Jon says, though even he can’t quite believe himself. “I just haven’t been sleeping well. Every time I try, this overwhelming feeling of dread washes over me and constricts my lungs. I think...” He pauses, eyes dragging toward the pile of statements he’s handpicked so far. “I think having those nearby will help.”
“Jon, that’s not okay. You’ll work yourself to death.”
“I have to work, Martin,” Jon says, voice low, leaving little room for argument, and Martin nods and slowly gets to his feet.
“Fine, but promise you’ll sleep first. And that you’ll get yourself to a clinic for your hand. I’m not above following you to wherever you are staying and taking you to a clinic myself, you know.”
“I know,” Jon mumbles, a hint of a smile trying to creep at his lips. He grabs the files, careful of his hand, and starts toward the door, stopping when Martin calls out to him.
“Jon?”
He looks back, one brow raised in silent question.
“Could you... Well, do you think you could...”
“Go on, Martin,” Jon presses, voice sounding more demanding than he means for it to.
“Can you text me?” Martin flushes at the look Jon shoots him. “Not like that! Or... Well... It’s just... You disappeared, Jon, and I was really worried. Could you just text me every now and then so I’ll know you’re okay?”
Jon can feel a similar flush burning up his neck to his cheeks, and he looks away quickly and clears his throat. “Sure,” he stutters out. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Thank you.”
Jon forces himself out of the room, fleeing the weight of those two words that are threatening to squeeze his rapid heart into thousands of fragments. He keeps his eyes cast to the ground, moving on muscle memory alone, and he doesn’t look up, doesn’t even breathe, until he’s standing outside in the chilly air. He turns around and cranes his neck to view the building in its towering entirety, and as if it means anything or holds even the slightest inch of power, he mumbles quietly into the cold air.
“Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt any of them.”
#tma#the magnus archives#jonmartin#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#whump#whumpfic#sickfic#my writing#my tma writing#fanfic#tma fanfic#i meant for this to be soft#and it got a little more angsty then i meant#just a smidge#also i'm still in s3 so just roll with this okay?#loved this prompt!
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just any individual toh character hc would SLAP. mebbe ur thoughts on the twins idk this is vague
Nah it’s cool, I can dig it let’s do this
I only put this under a line break cuz it got so long oops lol
Emira:
Defo has a stutter that she went through a lot of intensive and grueling speech therapy sessions for (when she was about 7 years old) that she hated. Amity and Edric both know this and know it’s a sensitive topic for her. They’ll tease her lightly about it, but never in front of anyone else and they know where to draw the line. In my last Vinera post, I mentioned how much Viney adores her stutter. She absolutely loves getting Emira flustered enough to start stuttering. She’s incredibly patient and understanding when it comes to Emira’s stutter and Em’s feelings about her stutter, and she helps Emira learn to be okay with it again. It’s nothing to be ashamed of (and it’s cute).
My girl likes carrots. Like, really likes carrots. As in she’ll eat them straight out of the ground if she’s given a chance to wash it first. She really loves carrots. This is only an issue later on after she and Viney start taking care of beasts together and Emira’s been caught eating their entire stock of carrots that’s meant for the beasts. Viney has to keep the carrots in a secret box away from Emira after that point.
Emira actually really loves beasts/animals but has never been good at handling them. Any time she’d try to approach an animal to pet it, it would try to bite her. She’d get extremely pouty whenever this happens because beasts/animals love Edric. It’s not until after she and Viney start dating that Viney actually starts teaching her how to approach different creatures and her love for creatures reignites.
Emira’s a giant pushover for Amity. Only Edric knows this because he’s also a pushover for her. If Amity ever found out what power she actually holds over them, they’d be in so much trouble. They mask their love for their sister with constant teasing. Yes of course they get annoyed by her, that’s how siblings are, especially when Amity tattles on them, but at the end of the day, they’d help Amity hide the body if she asked. (The few times they witnessed her crying by someone other than their parents, they had gone on a warpath. Nobody hurts Mittens.)
Defo had a brief infatuation with Luz for like 5 minutes before she realized how head-over-heels Amity was. As long as they’re both happy, that’s what matters. She’ll take that secret to her grave though.
L O V E S having her hair played with, but like, only with people she’s super comfortable with. She has so much hair (mostly due to her mother’s wishes) and any time they all have attend some fancy gathering, Emira has to be seen by a stylist in order to get all her hair into whatever wild fancy shape her mom wants for the event. That she hates more than life itself, but whenever she’s upset, Edric or Amity grabs her hair brush and just gently brushes her hair out until she’s chill again. (She absolutely melts when Viney starts playing with her hair). In an act of defiance and because she needed this Change, the moment she and her siblings leave the Blight Manor permanently, she cuts off all of her hair. It’s very reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday. Viney loves it. Everyone loves it actually, but the biggest reactions come from Viney and Luz (they both love running their fingers through the newly cut hair because it’s so soft).
She likes to sing to herself when she’s alone. It’s rare that it ever happens because if she knows there’s other people in the same building as her, she won’t chance it. But when she knows she’s alone and no one will notice if she casts a silence bubble around herself so she can sing at the top of her lungs? You better believe she closes any doors or curtains in the area, locks everything, casts that spell and goes nuts. Her voice isn’t all that great, but it’s lovely when she’s singing quietly to herself while she does homework or something. On especially bad nights, Amity will ask her to sing to her. Emira sang to her once when they were like, 3 and 5 respectively, and it’s been their secret thing ever since for especially rough nights/nightmares.
Edric:
Yknow how James from Pokémon is just super good with Pokémon ?? Like, he knows how to treat them, he knows what they like, he asks them gently if they’d like to join them, etc. That’s exactly how Edric approaches creatures. He’s a natural with them, but he and his sister’s natural affinity for illusion magic kept him from pursuing that track of magic.
He’s always wanted a pet, but every time he brings it up to his parents, he’s met with the same firm No as always. He’s definitely gotten in trouble for trying to sneak wild creatures into the house to keep in his room. Thank Titan for Em’s cool new girlfriend who’s not only a multi-track student, but studying the exact subject he wants to study and is super eager to teach him everything she knows. He learns vicariously through her and helps her study for her tests. At first, Emira is suspicious of them, but she knows her brother wouldn’t be so cruel as to try to steal her girlfriend away from her. He’s just a dork.
My boy’s got a sweet tooth. He loves desserts and sweets and fluffy baked goods and often tries to sneak candies when he thinks no one is looking. Chocolate is a big weakness for him. When Luz introduces him to Human Sweets, he’s practically bouncing off the walls. Cotton candy??????? Flan?????? Dulce de Leche en Tabla??? He nearly passes out when Luz busts out what she calls a “chocolate fountain” and turns it on. Y’all remember that one image of a bird bathing in a chocolate fountain from a million years ago? That’s Edric.
Edric Blight LIVES to see his sisters laugh. He would pull all sorts of silly faces and dumb tricks to make Amity laugh when they were little. He still tries to make her laugh, but usually those have grown from giggles to disgruntled mumbling. He’ll never admit how much it breaks his heart and it’s not until he sees her laughing at something Luz has done that he has hope he may still be able to get her to laugh again (it’s also the first time he’s heard her laugh in years and it makes his heart soar in relief. He was almost certain their parents had stamped any concept of laughter out of her).
My boy Edric is so full of love and passion; actually quite similarly to Luz. What makes them different though is that Edric is Aromantic. He’s never had a crush in his life. He’s happy with his sisters and all of their friends and their family as it grows in the future. He has some best friends that he lives with for a while (after his sisters move in with their respective partners), but for the most part he’s chill. He loves his family, he loves spoiling his sisters’ kids, and he’s content with himself. It takes him a super long time to be content with himself, but he gets there. I will literally never get over the fact that his biggest fear is “being alone forever”. He’s never alone. He will always have his friends and family. And, thanks in large part to Luz, he has his parents back. His parents that actually were excited when he cast his first spell and tucked him in at night when he was a toddler, giving him kisses goodnight and pleasant dreams. Not the parents he’d run away from; those were the cold, uncaring, obsessed with fake concepts of popularity and status people he ran away from with his sisters. It took years, but Luz helped bring his real parents back. He loves getting to know them for who they are now that he’s an adult too.
He and Gus become best friends. Like, dumb buddy cop movie levels of best friends. They get into so much trouble when it’s just the two of them and they have the time of their lives. At first, he and Em just sort of took Gus under their wing because he was a little bit of an outcast in their homeroom for being so much younger than everyone else. But he’s a friend of Luz’s and a friend of Amity’s after a while, which automatically makes him cool in their book. They soon find themselves actually enjoying his company, rather than just protecting him from stray bullies, and they find his ability with illusion magic exciting. They themselves are considered prodigies so having another prodigy to show off practice with is super stimulating for all of them. As the years go on (and Emira spends more time with Viney) Edric starts calling more and more often for “Bro Time” where they go do stupid teenage stuff or test the limits of their magic or even just hang out and talk for hours. It’s actually all this time hanging out with just Gus that Edric discovers he’s aro; somehow it comes out that Gus has developed a crush on Edric and (major age differences aside) Edric realizes he’s never had a crush on anyone before. It’s a conversation that sucks a lot, but they’re besties and they manage to get through it. Gus maybe needs to take a day with his original gal pals to just cry about it, but he gets over it just fine. He also helps Edric understand what it means to be aromantic. Well, with the help of Luz and Willow as well; Luz is a walking dictionary for lgbt terminology and Willow’s super good at helping dissect feelings (when they’re not her own cough’outofsightoutofmind’cough).
I genuinely don’t know what he might pursue for a career. Part of me wants him to be independent and do his own thing, but a much stronger part of me wants him to just be part of Viney as Emira’s business. He loves creatures so much and he loves taking care of them, but I don’t want him to feel like a third wheel around his twin sister either. Maybe he becomes a dual track teacher at Hexside specifically for healing and beast keeping so more students can learn about Service Creatures. He can substitute for the Illusion track homeroom when needed, but he’s super passionate about the Service Creature sub-track he and Viney pitch to Principal Bump.
#prinxly inquiries#anonymous#the owl house#emira blight#edric blight#toh headcanons#I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings about these two
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Could you pretty please do Shinso, Dabi, Overhaul, Kirishima, Shiggy, Bakugo and Tamaki with an S/O with is a ballet dancer and looks fragile but can actually kick ass? Sorry for the long ask but I just really adore you’re stuff!!!!!
Pretty Poison
Aw, thank you anon! Okay, I'd just like to apologize for holding off on my asks. I've seen busy and not feeling well lately, but I'm getting to my requests now! Love you all 🖤
Shinsou Hitoshi
Shinsou is an observational guy
He figured you weren't as innocent as you looked before you proved him right
All of which he figured out with distance.
When set to spar together, he was avoiding all of your agile moves, each one of your attacks
You were pressed to do give it your 100%
With a swing, you attempted to go for his neck with your fist, the purple haired man catching your fist.
He tried to get a blow at your torso, you swatted his fist.
when you tried a strike with the other, he caught that one too.
His leg scooped in the back of your knees, the two of you toppling to the ground.
Toshi is a good boi, he made sure you wouldn't get hurt before he went through with such a calculated move
“ oh kitten- ” he chuckled, tired eyes lock in onto your own. “ nobody expects this of you. . Only fools will underestimate you. ” his tone was eerie
You used your propped up knee to push yourself over. Turning the tables, Toshi on bottom now. “ nice to know. ” you mumbled with a savage smile.
Next thing you know you were helping each other up and leaving the training grounds.
Its when you and Shinsou went on your first date that he learned you were a dancer.
He didn't seem too phased honestly, but he thought it was cool!
“ Can I go to your next recital? ” he asked, thumb brushing against your cheekbone.
You said yes
Before the start of the recital, your eyes wandered endlessly around the stadium.
' where is he? ' your lips curling into a frown.
Maybe he decided he didn't care?
Little did you know, he was in the front row. Just dressed in a suit. . Classy Shinsou is rare
When you leaped across the stage, his large purple orbs followed your angelic form like a puppy eyeing a treat.
He isn't one to pump you up with compliments, but when you finally realized he was staring with a strong force of admiration, that said all.
He would stand and applaud afterward, meeting you in the back room for a bland congratulations and soft hug.
He'll be at every single recital
Every. One.
Dabi
Your innocence was cute, don't get him wrong
But his goal was to corrupt you.
He would place wondering hands on your body, expecting you to become a shell of a human and color to drain from your face
Instead your expression turned playful as you prompted him
Sinful things probably followed
And that's how he learned you werent fragile
With that in mind, this man had nO control
You already know a relationship with him entails dirtiness to keep it sPiCy
And I kid you not, your gracefulness drives him over the edge
Your movement was so controlled it's just- *chefs kiss*
The part of the town the compound was in definitely wasn't a good part of town
So you got harrased :((
“ hey pretty lady, ” a drunk man cooed, his large and sweaty hands running down your arm. “ come with me to the back. . ” he smiled and roughly tugged at your arm.
You could have easily shown this man a piece of your mind. The ghastly shrieks that filled the air stopped you though.
Dabi melted his face off, then left with you like nothing happened.
This why people don't mess with you anymore
Again, this is what makes the two of you a good team. He has your back, you have his, but you can both take care of yourselves.
He didn't really care to know you danced
It's just a hobby, when should he care? Do what you want.
If you dragged him off to recitals or anything don't be surprised if you see him playing on his phone or otherwise not paying attention.
Gives 0 fucks.
If for any reason he is watching
Probably because he think you look sexy.
Maybe it's the outfit, maybe it the way your body flows, who knows?
If you come to him bothered that he doesn't like your dancing, he will either
reassure you that he thinks you look incredibly sexy when you dance, and try to pay a little more attention to your routines
No promises^
Or
Brush off your feelings and move on
Really isn't his cup of tea but A for effort
Bonus: he's asked you to dance on/for him
You're a dancer, of course you know how to lap dance. Of CoUrSe.
Idiot
“ doll, why don't you come show me some of those moves? ” he asks cheekily, already leading you back to the bedroom.
You still did. And you did well. So that's a win on his part-
Overhaul
Kai could appreciate your dancing, there was some sort of elegance in it.
The way your body moved from one figure to another just had his eyes drawn to you like magnets.
The fact that he kidnapped you for entertainment was besides the point
Well initially
You were given the option to leave, but you didn't.
Same offer does NOT apply now that you made your choice
The reason you were taken is for your doe eyes and soulful smile
You put up a damn good fight
But in the end you were being jumped by a few gang members.
Not to mention your escape attempts?
So thought out, and you came this close to busting out of the secret door each time.
Kai’s eyes burned holes hrough your skull when you were restrained to your bed.
“ love, why would you try to leave me? You know bad things could happen. . ” his tone sent goosebumps down your back
He's just possessive
Other than that, you can pretty much do what you want
So long as you stay in base
He turned a room into a dance studio for you
That's just how he shows affection.
he wants to sit and watch you dance until your knees buckle.
You bet your ass he will too.
“ where are you going? ” his eye brows knitted. “ I'm not done watching. ” he growled lowly, as you returned to your craft with a pout.
But that's fine,,,,
Even though he's not a huge fan of touching you
He gives the best massages.
(I'm actually so so sorry for this one, I haven't written Kai and oh my gOd I need to fix this characterization)
Eijiro Kirishima
This beautiful rock man
He thinks you are so adorable.
Literally precious okay, even before romantic ties developed
But when you become a badass out of nowhere, he's kinda stunned
You turned to Mineta and told him off for objectifying you, finishing that confrontation with a kick right to his crotch.
The grape boy wheezed and began to cry, but you walked off unbothered.
Of course Kiri, who had been on his way to save you from his perverted classmate, was like- “ huh?? ”
You being anything but reserved was a new emotion.
He didn't mind of course, he was excited to learn more about you.
And when he learns you're a dancer?
Oh boy.
Eiji supports you. Without a question!
And that's on being manly.
He shows up with roses to every single recital you have, dressed in fine attire, and will be the loudest person in the crowd.
“ WOoOOo!! YOU DID AMAZING Y/N! I LOVE YOUU!! ” He shouted from the top of his lungs.
Actually the first time he said I love you
Lowkey has good moves himself
You'll see that when he's dancing around the dorms to some cheesy music denki or Mina played
If you need help with a move he will put sweat, blood, and tears into perfecting it with you.
He literally won't shut up about you
When he's with his friends?
“ she's so beautiful! You should see her dance too! ” he gushed
Family?
“ y/n is so amazing. . (More babbles about you) ”
A wall?
“ I love y/n so much- ”
Just love him back okay
Tomura Shigaraki
This crusty man has his head in the game and all, but he totally swept you to the side.
He wants things to be blunt and direct
So when you were over there looking like a pure angel he just thought you were
As apart of the liberation front, he expected you to be there for covert missions, and not throw yourself into battle
But when you were over here taking out three heroes simultaneously??
It dawned on him that you were so much more useful.
It had been a late night and Shigs couldn't sleep, so he planned to hang out with you.
Your light shone under the crack of your door, prompting him to ask for your company
He placed a soft knock on your door to which there was no reply.
Instead, the melody of soft classical tunes drifted to his ears. The door creaked open, allowing the blue haired man a peak of insight as to what you were doing.
He saw your figure parading around the room in small leaps, harmonious twirls, and gentle hand movements.
His crimson eyes widened at what he saw. Not only did he realize how beautiful you are, but you were so soothing to watch?
For a little while he will beat around the bush
“ y/n, what were you up to last night? ” he asked, sounding as innocent as a mere child. “ hmm? ” his hands weaved together under his chin, leg swing in under his barstool.
Like when you already know something but you ask somebody anyways just to see what they would say yknow
He would make this one of his favorite things to do, watch you dance.
Over time you caught him staring through your door, and you weren't exactly happy about it
“ tomura! ” you squeaked, catching a glimpse of his florescent red orbs.
You raced over to the door, pausing your music with a fast tap to the pad of your phone.
“ why were you watching me? ” you frowned at your boyfriend, your shoulders building tense.
“ y/n. . ” he mumbled, hand searching for his agitated neck. “ I just couldn't look away. ”
Katsuki Bakugo
Bakugo did not underestimate your abilities. Ever.
From his experiences, he knows not to judge a person's abilities until you get a taste of what they can do.
He tried so hard to manipulate you into using your quirk, or just not being the peaceful person you came off as.
He faaaaailed
When you got to knew him better, you didn't hesitate to mop the floor with him.
He's impressed by your effort, so points there
He definitely liked your soft persona, on the contrary to his.
He won't tell you that though.
The closer you two got, the more he would step in to defend you and stick by your side.
The one time you snapped on somebody, he was left shaking in his boots.
He hasn't seen you behave like that. . He liked it 😏
Now don't get me wrong-
Baku didn't care for your dancing.
He didn't give a single fuck, okay
But whenever he actually saw your graceful dances on stage???
Consider him your biggest fan
But you wouldn't ever find that out. At least he thoughts so.
“ I have another recital tonig- ” you were cut off by an irritated Baku.
“ if you want me to go, just ask, dumbass! Stop whining. ” he snapped, leaving you blinking and dumbstruck
go off lord explosion murder-
He's in the front row just sitting there like
W O W
You already know he'll praise you for your preformance, whether those compliment were backhanded or of pure intent.
And if anybody dare thinks about down talking your dancing? They will be ripped. ..He would tear them apart with him bare hands. no cap.
If you absolutely amaze him, you will get the one in a lifetime chance to watch him stand up and scream your name with a proud grin, something along the lines of-
“ LOOK AT Y/N! (pronoun)'S DOING FUCKING AMAZING, JUST FUCKING LOOK AT MY BABY- ” his hand directed towards you, and you couldn't help but burn a shade of deep rose.
Tamaki Amajiki
Before you two were in a relationship, you had him fooled.
Like Tamaki, you look like a cinnamon roll, but can murder somebody.
You are commonly underestimated, which gives you the upper hand. A lot.
Tamaki taught you how to use that
Training with him was just so sweet.
He'd be scared to hurt you though
Let's add to the fact that since you like like an easy target, you would probably get messed with.
He would be the first to step in and protect you
Despite the fact his hands are shaking, and he stutters a mess.
“ my suneater. . My hero. ” you planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
Here lies Tamaki Amajiki, Rest In Peace
Don't even get me started on your dancing.
He loves it! Absolutely melts his heart.
When he watches you at recitals, rehearsals, maybe even in the dorms, he feels the depth of your movement.
He becomes a flustered mess in the distance,,,,
“ I can't believe thats my bunny, she's doing so well! ” he quietly cooed from the audience.
He will not miss any of your recitals. Unless it's an emergency.
Even then, get prepared for massive cuddles when he gets back.
He'll feel guilty about not being there, he's more upset than you are.
“ Tama it's fine- ” you chuckled softly, cradling your boyfriend in a hug.
“ are you sure bunny? I'm sure you did amazing, and I missed it! ” he whined, fighting the urge to plant his face onto a wall and never look back.
Other than tons of extra love after a missed performance, he will without a doubt dress fancy and bring you a bouquet and some little gifts.
100/10 will pepper you with compliments
Honestly he's an angel
#dabi is my favorite and it shows#my hero academia#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#boku no hero headcanons#my hero headcanons#shinsou hitoshi#shinso hc#shinsou x reader#dabi#dabi x reader#dabi headcanons#overhaul#kai chisaki#overhaul x reader#overhaul headcanons#kirishima eijiro#kirishima headcanon#kirishima x reader#tomura shiragaki#tomura x reader#tomura shigaraki headcanons#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo headcanons#tamaki amajiki#tamaki x reader#tamaki amajiki headcanons#i initially posted this without proofreading. . oops.
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Love isn’t a Deus Ex Machina thing, it’s literally the core theme of the series, hence why Love Magic exists
Love Magic is never a concept at any time in the series. It’s only about “Lily Potter’s spell”. But what’s so special about Lily Potter? What’s so great about her? She did the thing any halfway decent mother would do for their child: she gave her life for them. Molly would’ve done it for any of her sons. Narcissa would have done it for Draco. Mrs Granger the nonentity would have done it for her daughter had she not been lobotomized instead. Lily Potter’s sacrifice isn’t anything special. It’s only special because Rowling decided so, because the Plot needed it to be.
Love isn’t a Deus Ex Machina thing? Then how come Quirrel conveniently burned to death at Harry’s hands? How come Harry had to live at Privet Drive because reasons so he could be abused so naive readers like you could feel very sorry for the poor widdle orphan and pat themselves on the back because wow, aren’t you special for feeling sorry for the poor widdle orphan?
And I didn’t misunderstand Harry. I literally explained him to you
If you don’t like him, I don’t care. Just stop giving his uniqueness to other characters
And you literally showed me exactly why you don’t understand him.
Harry’s superpower isn’t teh special uniqueness of his luuuurve, or the absolute pure pureness of his heart, it’s that he has FRIENDS. Friends who’d die for him, friends who’d sacrifice themselves for him, friends who’d do anything for him. THAT’S the power of love, not some bullshit ~special pure pureness of the heart of Harry Christ our lord and savior~. Harry isn’’t unfailingly kind or uniquely loving or whatever the shit. Harry is a run-of-the-mill teenager who has such obscene luck I wouldn’t be surprised to learn he was conceived under the influence of Lucky Potion.
You just showed me you’re a member of the Church of Harry Christ and I’m not interested in joining. Dear God I thought I was too attached to fictional characters but wow am I glad I’m not at your level.
Also one more thing: “tortured” someone?
Sure. A painful stunner is DEF torture (that’s legit all his Crucio did; it acted as a painful stunner. It threw Carrow backwards and hurt him while it did. Crucio isn’t even close to that when performed properly)
............ you... you fucking little hypocrite.
You filthy, lying, little bitch cunt of a fucking hypocrite.
Remember when I said the next person who’d try to lie to me to pity poor wee widdle Hawwy would be sorry? You pathetic little piece of shit. If you’re so in luuurve with your precious cuntfuck of a camera archetype you’d accept EVERYTHING about him, wouldn’t you? Haha, but noooo. “Oh wee poor Hawwy only used a painful stunner :)))))))” you fucking little bitch. Oh you accuse ME of trying to “make Hawwy not special :(((” but you... YOU...
Hahahaha sorry everyone. I have a slight aversion to people blatantly trying to gaslight me. You may find me getting a little bit angry if you happen to trod on this trigger of mine.
Let’s see that again shall we? Open your eyes and your chakras, bitch, we’re going for a ride.
“It’s not a case of what you’ll permit, Minerva McGonagall. You time’s over. It’s us what’s in charge here now, and you’ll back me up or you’ll pay the price.”
And he spat in her face.
Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand, and said, “You shouldn’t have done that.”
As Amycus spun around, Harry shouted, “Crucio!”
The Death Eater was lifted off his feet. He writhed through the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain, and then, with a crunch and a shattering of glass, he smashed into the front of a bookcase and crumpled, insensible, to the floor.
“I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.” - Deathly Hallows
If I could reach through my screen to force you to look at the relevant bits, I would. And I’d also slap you in passing. Yknow, just so you think twice before being a stinking fucking hypocrite again in the future.
Now, let’s do some actual literary analysis that isn’t your ~wah hawwy puwe of heawt luuurrrve~ diarrhea you’re still trying to paint my poor innocent blog with.
Now let’s see that PaInFuL sTuNnEr in detail:
He writhed through the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain
In bold so you can see it very well. Admire the curve of each letter, the angles and the lines. And most of all, interpret the meaning of each and every word. Watch how he’s compared to “a drowning man”, do you know how excruciatingly painful and distressing it is to drown? How the air fills your lungs as you claw desperately for the surface, trying to find something to cling to, anything, the feeling of your lungs filling with this foreign substance you cannot spit back out? The feeling of fading away as all your oxygen is consumed by the futility of your hopeless flailing, your muscles losing their strength, your panic dulling as you slip into unconsciousness and water claims yet another victim...
Of course, drowning people don’t thrash and howl in pain. Because all they’re focused on is trying to BREATHE. But Amycus’ focus isn’t on trying to breathe. Amycus is only focus on Harry’s Crucio and the pain it’s bringing him.
But sure Anon. A pAiNfUl StUnNeR. Fuck you.
and then, with a crunch and a shattering of glass
Now I’m aware Dummywood has made you believe that glass can be traversed easy without any consequences but real glass doesn’t work like that. Real glass takes some force to shatter. Real glass shatters into hundreds of tiny pieces that embed themselves into your flesh and skin, kinda like... oh! Kinda like that glass chandelier that fell on Hermione, once. After she herself was Crucio’d if I remember well. Hmm, by whom exactly, I have it on the tip of my tongue...
“I see what Bellatrix meant,”
Ah yes. By the woman who tortured to insanity Neville’s parents and whom Harry is literally acknowledging as having taught him this particular lesson.
Harry himself is TELLING US HE LISTENED TO BELLATRIX’S ADVICE. ON FUCKING TORTURING PEOPLE. But “a PaInFuL sTuNnEr He’S aN oRpHaN :’‘‘(((((”. Fuck off. Fuck off, Anon. Fuck off and learn to fucking read.
Ah but I got ahead of myself! We’re not even CLOSE to the point!
he smashed into the front of a bookcase and crumpled, insensible, to the floor
So Amycus gets tortured - or, as Anon astutely put it, pAiNfUl StUnNeR - smashes through a sheet of glass, and gets knocked out.
Hmm. Now if Harry just took out a knife and brought it to Carrow’s neck, he’d be worthy of being called Bellatrix’s faithful apprentice.
And now I’m gonna quote one of my Quora answers again because my followers deserve better than to see me completely lose my mind at some anonymous cowardly cunt trying to lie to my fucking face.
On the topic of Harry’s Crucios:
This could mean that Harry is scarily proficient at casting Crucio, that Amycus has low pain tolerance or that he was knocked out when he fell, but regardless of the meaning, IT’S NOT GOOD. EVEN IF IT’S A DEATH EATER, EVEN IF HE PROBABLY DESERVES COMEUPPANCE - IT’S NOT HARRY’S JOB TO GIVE OUT SAID COMEUPPANCE.
(Like, can I please remind everyone that Harry is supposed to be the Jesus Christ of his story? In the Bible we never have Jesus Christ torturing the pharisees or any of those who didn’t believe in him. Just… you’re telling me Jesus “Peace and Love” Christ would torture people… what the hell, Joanne?)
“I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.”
…………………….. Um. Harry, what the fuck are you doing???!
He’s taken Bellatrix’s advice! He actually relates to the insane sadistic terrorist! He is capable of using a curse that literally requires sadism to work!
(Again, when someone tells me “Jesus Christ”, “sadism” isn’t the first word that would come to my mind.)
At least there’s some sort of reaction. “the blood thundering through his brain”. But that’s a very… nondescriptive reaction. Is it the “adrenaline pumping in my veins” blood? Is it the “holy shit what have I done” blood? Is it the “I could get used to this” blood?
We don’t know. We’ll never know.
Alright, skipping to the part that interests us -
She struggled to pull herself together. “Potter, that was foolish!”
Eh, I’d have said “tactically unsound” (what if Amycus wasn’t knocked out), “monstrous” (that’s Bellatrix’s favourite curse you’re using, Harry), “insane” (re: Bellatrix), but yeah, I guess “foolish” would also cover it.
“He spat at you,” said Harry.
Ever heard of Disproportionate Retribution, Harry? A few fascists regimes all over the world were especially fond of it.
Then I’m skipping over the one thing that causes the most outrage because I’ll go back to it soon, just let me finish with this:
“[…] but don’t you realize — ?”
“Yeah, I do,” Harry assured her. Somehow her panic steadied him.
I guess we can imagine that McGee is saying “don’t you realize what you’ve just done?”
Harry “assures” her he realizes. Harry knows. Harry has just used the literal goddamn Torture Curse and he’s totally cool with it.
Or, if he was uncool with it, now he’s cool with it. Because “her panic steadied him”. So seeing McGonagall panic makes Harry think “yeah, using Crucio was the right thing to do”.
Well then! Onwards then, Dark Lord Potter! First it’s just one Crucio, then it’s just three, then it’s just one little murder of one lowly little naysayer, then it’s only a little more murder…
And now we’ll go back a smidge, because how are we supposed to react?
How are we supposed to reconcile the idea of Harry, who’s supposed to save us all through his Power of Love, with the Harry that has just tortured a man into inconsciousness?
Even if that man was a Death Eater, Harry is supposed to be the Christ-like figure. He’s supposed to be love and forgiveness incarnate. Heck, not a hundred pages later he’ll offer forgiveness to freaking Voldemort! He forgives Draco Malfoy, he forgives Albus Dumbledore, he forgives Severus Snape!
So how do we reconcile Harry Potter The Forgiver with Harry Potter The Torturer? Tell us, O Author! Tell us how to navigate the murky, twisted depths of human morality!!
“Potter, I — that was very — very gallant of you — […]”
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That was… gallant?
Gallant?
Wait, doesn’t gallantry imply some form of honor?
As in, not taking your opponent by surprise -
Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand…
As in, facing your opponent head-on instead of hitting them in the back -
As Amycus spun around, Harry shouted…
As in, not torturing your opponent???
He writhed through the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain
That’s… unless the definition has changed, nothing about this is gallant…
Let me just -
(of a man) polite and kind towards women, especially when in public
showing no fear of dangerous or difficult things
Alright, so, Amycus isn’t a woman, so Harry can’t, by definition, be “gallant” to him.
Still, being “polite and kind” to a woman didn’t involve “torturing someone who disrespected her”, last time I checked. Punching an asshole harrassing her, definitely *pats Ron*, but torturing that asshole… no, just no.
And well, I guess casting Cruciatus is a difficult thing to do… and Harry didn’t seem very afraid to do it… that’s not supposed to be a good thing, but apparently, now it is…?
What made that
As Amycus spun around, Harry shouted, “Crucio!”
more gallant than
“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!”
After all, they’re the exact same thing. Torture. Inflicting tremendous pain upon someone for the heck of it.
Why do people lose their heads over Harry using Crucio, when they seem to neglect the fact that Draco Malfoy cast it?
Well, easy enough - Draco Malfoy is an evil little cockroach. The guy wished death upon people, he bragged about the fact that his Daddy dearest was a terrorist who killed people. It’s not too surprising that an evil little cockroach like him would find it acceptable to torture someone he considers “not human”, isn’t it?
What’s more surprising however, is that the hero, Harry Potter, who has been subjected to the Torture Curse, whose only use of the Torture Curse previously was when he felt distress and pain unlike any other, that Harry Potter whom is supposed to be a hero and some sort of role model, would actually manage to use said Torture Curse even though it requires real sadism to actually work.
And what’s even worse is that Harry Potter casts that curse, that literal Torture Curse, and instead of being rightly horrified, instead of being terrified by the boy’s use of such a heinous spell, instead of saying “alright Harry, you’re not doing this again, ever, right?”, instead…
Instead McGonagall calls Harry “gallant”, instead of telling him off for using such a curse. She briefly calls him “foolish”, but it doesn’t register, really, since she ends up calling him “gallant”.
That’s what angers people. That the Torture Curse is the most horrible, awful thing you can do to people… unless you’re Harry Potter, in which case it is a little “foolish”, but mostly “gallant”.
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But of course, little Anon over here isn’t angered. Because little Anon is a faithful devoted member of the Church of Harry Christ Our Lord And Saviour. Little Anon can say enormities like A pAiNfUl StUnNeR and believe it with the whole force of their little Anon heart, because uwu Hawwy speshul orphan pure lurve uwu.
Little Anon, please get the fuck out of my blog and never, ever come back. I’m sure this arrangement will be beneficial for everyone involved.
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Eye for an Eye
A "Medical Experimentation"/Black Market Surgery KakuHida fic, because it came to me in a dream.
"Hidan wakes up after a wild night, only to find himself in an uncomfortable and yet enticing predicament featuring a good looking stranger and the miracle of Jashin.
And maybe both parties can get something out of this situation..."
Rating: Explicit due to some gruesome talk
Ship: KakuHida
Words: 1702
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Nauseating Darkness. That was the first thing Hidan perceived when he woke up. The feeling of a room, that you’re not even seeing, spinning.
He should have known that this would happen, after the hot bartender kept pouring drinks on the house before he could even finish them. It wasn’t his intention to get drunk off his ass, but free alcohol and shallow compliments from some goth chick can change a night quite quickly.
Reflexively, the man tried to turn to his side to soothe his nausea, only to feel a firm resistance on his wrists. The restrictive movement called his attention toward how cold he felt overall, and how fucking uncomfortable whatever he was laying on was. At the same time, he could hear some movement close to him come to a halt.
“Hey, hey, I’m not in the mood for some BDSM games, I think I’m gonna hurl.” He slurred and tested the restrains again. A gurgle crept up from his abdomen, and the suffocating darkness still wasn’t giving way to any light.
“What the fuck.” A deep voice echoed, definitely not from the cute bartender that Hidan had hoped he took home with him. It wasn’t a question, more of a baffled statement.
The young man wasn’t a stranger to taking men home with him, but this was definitely not planned, and the unclear discomfort from his abdomen that stretched all the way to his sternum was enough of a boner-killer that he just wanted to get a shower and a prairie oyster.
“Dude, just, uncuff me, get this fucking blindfold off, and I promise I’ll write you a 3page essay apology for the missed sex or whatever.”
“What- No, stop. Listen closely to me.” The deeper voice came steadily closer, and Hidan was sure he could feel the warmth of another body inching closer to his. “I am not about to fuck your sorry ass. You had some real bad luck, and drew the interest of one of my clients, who paid me to remove your eyes and a couple of organs.”
The spinning inside of his head only got worse, and Hidan let out a confused groan. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“There’s no blindfold, dumbass, your eyes are already sitting on my desk ready for pick-up. I don’t even know how or why you are alive; you’re probably banged up on some drug cocktail that cancelled mine out. But you’re going to bleed out any second. No hard feelings.”
Oh. He’s been tricked. Of course, free drinks are never truly free, but he’s never paid with organs before. First time for everything.
The pressure on his body became clearer to him now. He could feel the burning edges of an incision, reaching roughly from 1cm below his bellybutton up to the tip of his sternum, between the 6th and 7thrib. The foreign body that squirmed itself under his ribcage, wrapped itself with learned precision around his heart, that could only be a human hand.
“Can you not afford a bone saw like any other unlicensed doctor?” Hidan laughed and could feel the pressure on his lungs. Every muscle in his body slowly started to follow his command again, warming back up with steady relaxation and contraction.
“I don’t need to justify my expenses to a dead man talking. I don’t care about leaving a neatly chopped up body, and neither does my guy who’ll get rid of you after the job.” Something cold and sharp pressed against Hidans Aorta, a scalpel, he was sure. “Any last words?”
The pain from the incision gave way to a booming headache, itching and scratching the inside of his skull. Slowly, white spots came into his visions, like a night sky that revealed itself one star at a time. “Yeah, what’s your name, asshole?”
“…Kakuzu. Goodby-“Before he could finish his parting words, Hidan snapped his arms free of the leather straps that held him down, and he threw himself at the other man’s throat, toppling both of them to the ground. His eyes had fully reconstructed themselves, and away from under the surgery lighting, he could slowly take in his surroundings in dimmer light.
“This place is a fucking shithole.” The floor was dirty, the walls and even the ceiling were covered in dark stains, an oakwood desk near the wall was held together with layers of yellow-ed glue, next to it a beat-up office chair with scotch-tape adorned seating. His eyes wandered to the man he kept pinned below him, covered in Hidans spilled out lower intestine. “You’re not too bad though, damn.”
His hands were wrapped around the throat of a well-build man, probably a couple years older than him, with rich, sepia brown skin, black hair tied in a knot. He wore a surgical mask, but it couldn’t fully cover the ends of what was clearly a not yet fully healed Glasgow-smile. But what was most striking about Kakuzu were his eyes; His sclera was a dull red, and his Iris were a bright emerald green. “Why would anyone want my eyes when you’ve got the grand prize resting in your skull?”
Under Hidans firm grip, he could feel the strength Kakuzu had to use just to speak up. “What the fuck are you?”
“I’m my gods most favorite little bastard! Now, how about a little trade, ‘kuzu?” He shifted his weight off of the other man’s windpipe, just enough to let him breathe under a strain.
“What do you want?”
“My guts, ideally back where they belong. And in return- “He grabbed Kakazu’s hand, which until now had been busy digging his fingernails into the immortal’s arm, and guided it to Hidans restored eyes. “-I’m sure your client would go bonkers over two sets of eyes.”
There was a pointed silence between the two, Hidan grinning as his internal organs tried to work against the pull of gravity, tissue already trying to reconnect itself with a painful burning sensation. For a moment he thought that the incision would close over his exposed organs before he’d get a response.
“Get on the table. I’m not going to waste anymore anaesthetics on you though, or else I won’t turn enough of a profit.”
Hidan climbed back on the operation table, arms rested behind his head, legs crossed leisurely. “Money greed is a sin, y’know?”
“That’s fine by me, I’ll buy myself a VIP seat when I get there.” Kakuzu readied a medical sewing kit, and unceremoniously crammed Hidans intestines back into his abdominal cave, to which he squirmed in response, but snickered as well.
“It’s not too late to repent! Jashin takes every poor soul that knocks on his door with the correct offerings, and I have a feeling you’ve got what it takes. And I’m living, breathing proof of his miracles. Or else how will you explain all of…this?” He waved his hand around in the general direction of his eyes and his open wound, and Kakuzu swatted his hand away.
“I don’t know, I don’t care. Maybe you’re the result of a radioactive freakshow. Maybe I’m finally succumbing to asbestos poisoning. Now hold still or I will have to tie you back down again.”
“Kinky! Say, after you’re done stealing my eyes again, wanna grab some drinks?”
“Drinks is how you got into this situation in the first place.”
“I’m not regretting it~”
This earned him an eye roll, though more importantly, he realized Kakuzu didn’t say ‘No’ to his proposition.
The surgeon finished the final stitches and gave his work a satisfied nod. He placed a glass jar, filled with some strange liquid, on a smaller table next to the operation table, and leaned in closer to Hidans head. “Now for the money-makers.”
“Wait-wait-wait, how are you gonna take ‘em out? You’re not just gonna snatch them out with your fingers, right?” Hidan fidgeted, though his manic grin didn’t falter. His chest was rising and falling heavily with rapid breathing, pulling at the fresh stitches.
“You really are an idiot. The eyes are too delicate and firm to be taken out like that. I’ll be using a tool that looks like a spoon, but has the sharpness of a scalpel, to basically scoop them out. Getting scared?”
“Are you kidding? I’m really getting excited now…”
Kakuzu huffed and placed one hand on the right side of Hidans face, using his thumb to pull the skin under his eye down. “No squirming, or I’ll take your teeth as collateral.”
“Don’t entice me, ‘kuzu.”
The sharp, cold tool slid smoothly between eyelids and eyeball, and without much resistance it curved into the eye socket and severed the optical nerves. In just a second, Hidans vision on his right side went black, and his heart beat violently against his chest. The pain was overpowering, searing, and exciting.
The surgeon dropped the disconnected eyeball into the formaldehyde jar, and switched hands to get a better grip on the left side of Hidans face. “Halfway done. Need a break?”
“Stop being a fucking tease…” Hidan breathed out, face flushed with excitement, fingernails helplessly scratching at the side of the solid table.
And without any further warning, the tool slid behind the second eyeball, severed nerves, and discarded it into the jar.
Back to nauseating darkness. All of Hidans other senses felt enhanced, he could smell the preserving chemical mixed with his fresh blood, he could hear the buzzing of the lamp above him, he licked his lips and tasted only his sweat, and most of all, he could feel the lingering warmth of Kakuzus hand still on his face, his thumb brushing over Hidans cheekbone.
“You’re a walking organ bank.” The younger man didn’t reply, too busy with catching his breath. “I could save money on anaesthetics and trying to lure idiots to operate on. I’d have any organ anyone could want – on demand.”
“I’m not gonna let you cut me open every day for free, yknow?”
And suddenly Hidan could feel hot breath ghosting over his ear, so close that cold shivers ran down his spine.
“Maybe I do have some free time for a couple drinks, and a little business talk.”
#kakuhida#kakuzu#Hidan#akatsuki#naruto#fanfic#fanfiction#I would like to formally apologize for this
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HENDERY’S FAMILY
a/n: i honestly can’t believe that i’m almost done with the first part of the series! thank you for sticking with me and i hope you continue to as i still have a ton of ideas for more scenarios and all that good jazz!
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WONG KUNHENG
he has 3 kids, 2 girls and 1 boy. his son is the middle child. wong xiuying is his oldest daughter, 3 years later, his son wong mochou was born and 3 years after that, his youngest daughter wong zhangjing was born.
WONG XIUYING:
>> as a baby <<
i know i have probably said this about ever baby girl
but she’s a princess
i definitely feel like hendery would be an amazing girl dad
like he has a lot of sisters
so i feel like he really understands girls well
and he would show that with his daughter
i def feel like no matter how prepared he thinks he is as dad, he manages to mess up but make everything so funny
like the first time he changed her diaper?
he made you laugh so hard, post labor you had to change your pants (that seems like a tmi pero giRLS CHILD LABOR IS NOT PRETTY AND IT’S DEF NOT OVER AFTER THE BABY. YOU DEAL WITH STUFF FOR MONTHS AFTER)
and that was gross talk with amy time™ lol
anyway
out of all of the babies, xiuying is the giggliest
like i feel like even when she cries, she’ll giggle
for some reason, when she just looks at her dad, she just starts laughing lol
and like even when she cries, if she sees hendery, she’ll just laugh
i feel like hendery is one of the best uncles
like all of the kids love him
and its the same especially when it came to his daughter
there honestly would not be a day without laughter
like xiuying would manage to make you laugh
hendery would manage to make you laugh
your household is just full of giggles even before xiuying could properly talk
pero, back to the princess thing
like she was such a gorgeous baby
she inherited hendery’s HUGE eyes
and whenever she giggled and smiled
oh man
like she was just so beautiful
like she’s just naturally so pretty
she has the prettiest smile too
like there was just so much happy and joy in your life because she was there
hendery would just be so happy around her
like he could be super duper tired from tour or from practice
like really exhausted
but the second he sees xiuying
oh man
his energy is instantly restored
just knowing his happy daughter is there, all of his energy is back
hendery is there for everything tho
like he’ll stay by her even when she’s crying like there’s no tomorrow
regardless of how exhausted he is, he’ll do everything for his little girl
>> as a child <<
she’s still so pretty
like she’s in so many dramas and commercials and ads and everything lmao
she’s so iconic tho
like she’s so funny
she inherited hendery’s funny bone
tbh all of the kids did
pero yeah
everyone always think she’s like a docile little thing
buT LMAO SHE’LL SHOW THEM REAL QUICK
WHAT AN AMAZING SENSE OF HUMOR THAT SHE HAS
SHE’S REALLY SO FUNNY THO
like she really is
she’s so witty
and her reactions are the best
even tho she’s in dramas and such, she laughs really easily
they really do get frustrated with her doe
but she makes it up bc the end product is really really good
she’s straight up a crackhead tho lbr
she can out hendery the man himself
like maybe a younger hendery could keep up with her
but as hendery gets older and he has more than just xiuying
poor thing is starting to get pooped lol
she’s best friends with xiaojun’s oldest son, xiao zhangwei
like zhangwei loves to sing and won’t stop singing
and she can just keep up with him
like he’ll just be singing ever song he knows
and she’ll be in the back with a tambourine lol
she just vibes so well with zhangwei
but whenever they’re together, it’s so chaotic
it takes at least 4 people to watch just the two of them bc they’re just so chaotic lmao
her biggest flaw really is the fact that she can’t really control her energy
like she doesn’t know when to calm it down
it’s all okay tho
she’ll eventually learn dw
but yeah
tbh she’s such a funny older sister
she wouldn’t do anything super dangerous with her little siblings
but like she’ll just say the weirdest and funniest things
like she’ll scream at the top of her lungs
“MOCHOU POOPED HIMSELF MOM!!! IT STINKS!!!”
like she’ll scream scream that lol
she takes compliments well
whenever she gets complimented she just says “THANK YOU!! YOU’RE ALSO PRETTY!”
she’s a charming little ball of craziness
>> as a teen/adult <<
honestly
she kept her crackhead personality
but she can get really serious when needed
like when it comes to her career and her family and such
she’s super serious
but in other situations
she’s honestly the funniest
xiuying becomes a really good older sister
like if her younger siblings are getting out of check
she’s really good at keeping them in line
xiuying is def not scary
but like her siblings just naturally listen to her
she becomes a model/comedian/tv personality
like jaehyun’s son, jung leon, she’s just so beautiful and so funny lol
she honestly could care less abt like being super “feminine” and stuff to maintain her model image yknow?
like tbh
she probably tried to reserved and calm and such
but her personality just is too powerful lmao
she would slip a lot
her manager would scold her and stuff whenever she did slip up
and it got to the point where her manager just gave up lmao
they just let her do as she pleased and she skyrocketed in personality after that
but yeah, tbh, she really does take her career seriously
like super duper seriously
xiuying wants to live an honest life tbh
like she takes her career seriously, but when her manager told her to maintain a pristine image, she didn’t sit well with it
bc the image they wanted her to maintain is simply not her
she talked to her manager abt it and they understood and let her do as she pleases
and it really did help everyone in the end
she’s still zhangwei’s best friend
zhangwei joins a band and he’s the lead singer
xiuying knows zhangwei better than anyone tbh
they def don’t get together tho
like they’re the best example of platonic, heterosexual, best friends
to be 100% honest
xiuying has a huge thing for the drummer of his band lmao
ofc she goes to zhangwei’s concerts to support him
but her true reason to go is to see the drummer lol
everyone gets along so well with her
like literally no one seems to have anything bad abt her
if they do and they talk abt it, she’ll just agree lmao
like someone will say “your nose is too big.”
and she’s like “yeah, my nose is pretty big. it’s okay, it allows me to smell yummy food easier and better then.”
or like
“your eyes resemble the eyes of donkey from shrek”
and she’ll be like “omG REALLY? HE’S MY FAVORITE CHARACTER THANK YOU SM”
she takes hate the best out of all of the kids
like if someone is struggling bc they get some hate comments, she swoops in and pats them on the back and is like “dw. xiuying is here. let me teach you how to deal with the haters.”
but yeah, she’s really goofy and so gorgeous and just a well loved person :,)
WONG MOCHOU:
>> as a baby <<
he’s also so pretty as a baby
he also inherited hendery’s big eyes
pero
his eyes are lowkey kinda creepy
like it was endearing with xiuying bc she smiled a lot
but mochou is super duper serious lmao
like he loves to stare
and it was lowkey kinda creepy
but overtime, when he smiled more, it became endearing lol
for sure, hendery and xiuying’s reactions were the best lol
like hendery and xiuying would be playing with mochou, trying to get him to smile
and mochou is just :|
he’s not mad
he’s actually quite happy
it’s just he wasn’t really the smiliest baby
xiuying and hendery would just have the funnies reaction
mochou is quite a looker tho
even tho his eyes creeped all of you out
from an early age it was very clear that mochou would be a talker
he was babbing from the second he knew he could makes noises
and hendery would hold out entire conversations with him
for example
mochou: aaaabbaaaa taaa maaaa
hendery: you know, that’s an interesting point, i’ve never thought about it like that before
mochou: daaaaaa aahhhpoooo
hendery: no, it’s definitely crazy, i totally agree. so tell me, what are your opinions on the current state of our economy?
mouchou: baaa
hendery: good insight, my son.
mochou loved to imitate you guys while you talked
like if you said “i love you!”
he would babble a reply that is really similar
even tho xiuying would play with mochou a lot
mochou was really good at playing on his own
xiuying loves to just explain everything to him
like every little detail about everything
she’ll bring him the most random things and just explain everything she knows about it
mochou was most definitely cared for by xiuying
he was just a sweetheart who creeped you out from time to time
>> as a child <<
omg
he had the biggest imagination
and he let the world know it
like he was such a creative kid
mochou would make a new world whenever he played
like if mochou and xiuying were playing together
mochou would create an entire new world and xiuying would just be so excited the entire time
like
xiuying: “sO YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THE HOUSE IS A SPACE SHIP???”
mochou: “YES!!! CMON, IF YOU GO TO THE WINDOW YOU’LL SEE A TON OF DIFFERENT PLANETS!!!
xiuying: “OHHH MY GOSH THIS IS SO EXCITING!!”
all of the kids love to play with him because his imagination is just so crazy
he’s still a huge talker
mochou is amazing at carrying conversations
like he’s is a pretty social bee and loves to talk to everyone
he loves to tell everyone everything
mochou belongs to the 127 squad
meaning he’s best friends with jaehyun’s son, jung leon, jungwoo’s second daughter, kim jieun, and haechan’s second daughter, lee haeun
when the 4 of them are together
you need at least 10 people watching them
by themselves? they have a ton of energy
all together? oh no
when he does get tired, he loves to draw
mochou is naturally talented at drawing
in all forms that require creativity, mochou is naturally talented in all of it
he was naturally really good at singing
he was naturally really good at learning instruments
he was naturally really good at painting, sketching, drawing, doodling
he was naturally really good at writing
mochou has a lot in his brain and the best way he could get it out was through drawing and painting
even tho as a baby, he was kinda stoic and such, he made of for it as a child
he became just a smilie as xiuying
xiuying and mochou have the sweetest relationship
xiuying likes to scold mochou even if he’s not doing anything wrong
mochou just smiles and listens to his sister.
even his younger sister liked to torment him a bit
but tbh, he would just take it
he loves his sisters to death
he would let them play with him as they’d like, he was honestly just chill about it
hendery would sometimes take mochou on “man” dates
but tbh
it’d just be the two of them getting ice cream or something like that lol
hendery grew up with a ton of sisters so like I def feel like he would be a little confused with how to raise his son
but I mean, if his mochou was more on the feminine side? so what?
hendery loved mochou for who he is
omg, both boys would be so whipped for the girls tho
like if hendery was watching all of the kids, he would for sure end up dressed up as a princess
mochou too
when you came home, hendery would have a princess dress on him that def doesn’t fit bc it’s xiuying’s dress
mochou would be covered in head to toe with makeup
and hendery would be talking in his girl voice about being the beautiful queen of the land
it’s the best thing ever tbh
>> as a teen/adult <<
he becomes a creator/director for movies and such
like his creativity is so amazing and it remains the same way until he’s an adult
and the world needs to know his stories and such
he vibes well with yuta’s daughter, nakamoto akari
they both have such an amazing imagination and they both just want to share it into the world
he honestly follows in akari’s footsteps bc like she has a bit more experience in this field than he does
mochou for sure works in the same animation studio she works at
and together, they just build the coolest worlds ever
they def have their own ideas and stuff
but like if they work on a project together
they lowkey can just sync up and like they barely need words
everyone else who works in the animation studio is like???
bc like akari would talk to mochou for like 2 min
and then he just nods and starts drawing
then she starts drawing too
and like the characters from the drawings look virtually identical
it’s crazyy
they’re on the same wavelength
he for sure still parties hard with his 127 squad
like during work, he’s serious and straightforward
but like leon, jieun, and haeun would pick him up at the studio and he’s screaming for some reason lol
not out of fear,
out of excitement bc he’s ready to PARTY HARD WITH HIS FRIENDS
i feel like mochou would have the same exact sense of humor hendery has
like
as an adult, if hendery and mochou were just spending some time together
it sounds like there’s two hendery’s in the room
and oh no
tbh
mochou? he’s getting all of the ladies
i feel like he would be the type to have a different girl fall for him each week
i also feel like he’s too clueless to reject or accept their feelings
omg one time
while he was at a work seminar
one of the people he met would write her number on a tissue or something
and she would hand it to him
and he would be like “thanks! my nose was a little stuffy”
thEN PROCEED TO BLOW HIS NOSE IN THE NAPKIN
he would be so clueless and just throw it away
and like he def didn’t do it on purpose
he would just flash her a smile and act like nothing happened
bc to him, nothing happened other than a nice person gave him a tissue bc his nose was stuffy
mochou is a funny one, that’s for sure.
WONG ZHANGJING
>> as a baby <<
she’s really nice and sweet and such
zhangjing is the maknae of all of the kids (for now)
she’s the baby baby
anD EVERYONE TREATS HER AS SUCH
like all of her siblings, she was just such a pretty baby
zhangjing was most def the most delicate out of all of her siblings
she was just the smallest
zhangjing looked like a little doll
compared to all of her siblings
she was the calmest and the most docile
zhangjing wasn’t excessively giggly like xiuying
zhangjing wasn’t creepy like mochou
she was just sweet and kind
everyone in the entire group is so whipped for her just bc she’s the baby
like whenever the entire group is hanging out, there is for sure someone holding her at all times
the boys just switch off who gets to hold little zhangjing
omg jisung would hold her for a sec and like want to place her on the ground
and instantly EVERYONE excluding hendery would jump and and be like “jiSUNG NOOOOOO”
poor jisung would be too shocked and just stay frozen with zhangjing in his arms
hendery would step up and be like “guys... it’s okay. zhangjing can go on the ground, she’s not made of paper.”
the boys just thought little zhangjing was too good for the ground lol
omg hendery for sure lives for the compliments whenever someone calls zhangjing pretty
like if she’s on a baby carrier and one of the boys would gush over zhangjing, he’d say the funniest things
like “oh thank you, made her myself! this beauty was made on a fun night around 9 months ago.”
feel free to smack him on the arm for saying that
zhangjing’s natural cuteness just made everyone around her melt
tbh, if you look at his kids all together
all of them are so pretty
like it’s crazy
zhangjing also got hendery’s eyes lol (all of your kids have them lol)
but her stares aren’t as creepy as mochou’s were
tbh, zhangjing’s eyes were always busy
she loved to take in the entire world through her eyes
bc of this, she was a rather quiet baby, simply bc she was spending most of her time observing the world
>> as a child <<
lmao tbh
she’s sunshine
she’s the cutest
zhangjing honestly looks so innocent
the entire group still maintains the “doN’T LET ZHANGJING TOUCH THE GROUND” sorta mentality
even tho they all know that she’s fine and can do whatever she wants
for some reason, she just gives off the vibe
maybe it’s bc she was the youngest at one point
she’s best friends with lucas’s youngest daughter, wong lina
lina’s personality is actually closer to hendery’s personality
while zhangjing’s personality is closer to lucas’s
like lina can be upfront about her crackheadedness and just does whatever she wants lol
zhangjing is just purely happy practically all of the time
when something makes her sad, oh no
everYONE IS LIKE “NOOO WHO MADE YOU SAD WE’LL FIX IT DON’T CRY”
if you see zhangjing cry, you are 100% going to cry too, guaranteed.
omg like one time
you would come home from visiting your parents or something like that
and for some reason, your entire family is in the living room and their all crying
your heart drops bc you think something bad happened
so you instinctively hug all of your babies close and ask
hendery walks over and envelops everyone into a group hug, dramatically sobbing
you try to get him to explain and through a ton of sobs and hiccups he manages to get out something like “zhangjing started crying because she figured out lina is going to be gone visiting thailand for the next two weeks.”
you take a look at your youngest and immediately start crying too
why? you don’t really know. but seeing zhangjing’s crying face just triggered it for you
tbh, at this point, zhangjing has superpowers lol
anyway
she remained as a super curious girl
like if she’s every put into a new place, she’ll spend the first 10 minutes just observing
most kids would just run and play without thinking too much
but zhangjing would slowly and carefully take a look around, taking in all of the details of the entire place
she loves all of her siblings
they all baby her lol
zhangjing is just so observant and curious and for some reason, is really good at making people feel emotions they didn’t think they were feeling at the moment lol
>> as a teen/adult <<
she becomes an actress
her roles are usually the innocent girl and such
like if you’ve seen my first first love story
she would play roles like oh garin (from my first first love story)
zhangjing is the sweetest honestly it’s so cute
like she plays that role really well
sometimes when i see that role, i can get annoyed a bit
but zhangjing does it in a way that it doesn’t really annoy people
she keeps her energy levels
and she keeps her puppy like personality
the group still babies her a bit, but it’s not too bad anymore
she still maintains her natural cuteness lol
like she’s for sure really tiny
so it’s just natural for her to be on the cuter side
she adores her siblings so much
zhangjing would cancel her schedules just to see all of xiuying’s shows
during her breaks, she would be catching up on all of the news pertaining to mochou
zhangjing still remains curious
everytime she’s on a new set, she’ll roam around everywhere just bc
she hasn’t played a lead role yet so she doesn’t need to be dressed up and ready right away
omg tbh, sometimes they would have to edit her out of the window in a background
just bc she was wandering and she didn’t know they were filming lol
they all forgive her tho, dw
it’s not a big deal for the company
now is it her natural cuteness that is making everyone okay with it? idk.
she’s the quietest out of all of her siblings
and she has a hard time making good jokes like they do
zhangjing doesn’t cringe at the jokes
she actually likes them a lot!
she just has a hard time making them herself lol
which is fine bc her siblings definitely make enough for her share lol
whenever zhangjing is around lina
they both talk each other’s ears off
out of all of the friendships of kids, lina and zhangjing are the most talkative
they just have so much to tell each other all of the time!
they maintained their friendship even tho they took two different career paths
zhangjing was the baby of the group for a couple years, all before the next wave came (this “wave” refers to the on the way families!)
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here’s hendery’s gang of mini-hendery’s!!! i hope you guys liked it!
the fact that all three of them look like hendery does resonate with me and i wouldn’t have written it any other way lol
anyway, my request box is open! give me some inspiration plz!!
- amy <3
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They Don’t Know You, Like I Know
Barry Berkman x M Trans Reader
[Reader is FTM] [Y/D/N = Deadname]
Warnings: Langauge, Unsafe binding
This isn’t an act...
It’s who I want to be
Y/N stepped into the backstage to grab his backpack when he noticed Barry holding his head down. He frowns walking over to him instinctively resting his hand on his shoulder. Barry looks up at Y/N seeing the worry plastered on his face.
“Are you okay?”
“I...No”
“Do you want to...talk about it?” Y/N asks hesitantly since not everybody wants to talk about it.
“No. I don’t” Barry frowns thinking he was going to leave but Y/N sat down beside him. “What?”
“What? I don’t like being alone when I’m not okay...” Y/N frowns. “You don’t have to talk about it. But I’m gonna stay with you if you don’t mind”
Barry didn’t even have to ask or do anything.
Y/N was just there for him, no matter what
Barry rummaged through the apartment trying to find something as Nick and Jermaine looked at him like he was insane.
“Lose something Barry?”
“Can’t find my keys” Barry lifted part of the couch cushion in search for his keys.
“Going somewhere?”
“Nick I think it’s obvious”
“Well I didn’t know!” Nick frowns as Jermaine got up from his spot to help Barry look. “All I know about his keys is they have the wear bear keychain”
“Who doesn’t have a keychain on their keys?” Jermaine questions Nick as he shrugs for the most part.
Barry eventually found them under the couch and once he got them he waved his roommates off before stepping out. He made his way out of the apartment complex heading toward the front of the building smiling when he saw Y/N waiting for him on the steps.
“Hey” Barry smiles as Y/N looks up from his phone shooting him a smile.
“Hey to you too” He smiles standing up putting his phone away.
After a while Y/N sat down on the edge of the cliff of the Hollywood sign. Barry looks around for any security as Y/N has done this before and gestures Barry to sit down.
“Do you come here often?”
“Eh. Yeah. Used to with...an ex partner”
“Doesn’t that bring bad luck to a date then?” Barry questions as Y/N laughs shaking his head.
“Only if this placed bugged me at the thought. I simply like being here...and want to bring someone I care about” Y/N smiles taking his backpack off his person before rummaging in his bag and handing Barry a sandwich he made.
“It’s not peanut bu—“
“Yeah. It’s not” Y/N states. “I don’t understand the point of PB&Js...they are kinda gross after a while” he says calmly taking a bite out of his own sandwich. “Turkey is better anyway”
Barry laughs a bit loving his solo banter as Y/N kicks his legs on the edge.
After a while Y/N unlocks the door to his apartment letting Barry in setting down the takeout they stopped for on the coffee table before going to grab them something to drink.
“Make yourself at home”
“How can you afford this? LA is kinda expensive...”
“Hm. I was born and raised here. I got a part time in high school and saved up yknow.” Y/N says calmly setting down glasses. “Water or?”
“Water is fine, and I thought no one is from LA. Sally honestly goes by that”
“Welp. I’m from here. Weird huh?”
“No, not at all...unique in a sense” Barry smiles as Y/N turned away for a moment to contain themselves.
Soon Y/N watches the movie they started after eating, go on holding his knees close to his chest as Barry tried to hold his hand every chance it hit the couch.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?” He looks over at Barry curious with a smile.
“Can I um”
“...Huh?”
“Can I hold your hand?” Barry asks feeling his face heat up as Y/N brought his legs down off the couch hearing his heart pound in his ears. “Sorry. I didn’t mean..”
“No! I uh.” Y/N blushes bringing himself closer to Barry’s side. “I want to...”
Barry rests his hand on top of Y/N’s intertwining their fingers. He felt how soft Y/N’s hand is. He was about to say something when Y/N instinctively rests his head on Barry’s shoulder comfortably.
“I’ve wanted to hold your hand for a while...is that weird to say?”
“No, because I wanted to too” Barry reassures leaning his head on top of his.
Y/F/N Y/L/N...
Barry frowns not finding Y/N anywhere at class. The hallway. Backstage. Audience. Nowhere.
“Hey Natalie, have you heard from Y/N?” He continued to have that sad puppy look on his face. “I know you two are friends and I’m just...curious”
“The last thing he texted me was...” Natalie took her phone out to re-read. “Uh. He was going to be at the ER. I didn’t—“
Natalie looked up from her phone seeing Barry immediately leave the class at that fact.
Once arriving to the hospital, Barry’s as very hesitant. Thinking he’d run into a face he didn’t want to see. But something else mattered more.
“Hey um”
“Are you hurt?”
“No?”
“Is someone else hurt?”
“I don’t know!”
The nurse felt his tension and gave him a worried look before opening up the patient files.
“Does this person have a name?”
“Y/F/N Y/L/N”
“Hm...” The nurse typed that in and nothing came out of it. She looked through recent entries into admission and found another name before the last name. “There’s a Y/D/N. She shares the same last name as the one you said and was admitted an hour ago. Would you like me to take you to her?”
Her?
After being taken to Y/N’s room, Barry hesitantly stepped in as the nurse left them alone. Y/N looks over to the small commotion before suddenly wheezing and rolling himself over to his side covering himself up.
“I-I’m Sorry”
“What are...what are you doing here...”
“I...I know you talk to Natalie a lot and...you weren’t in class so I had to ask. She said you would be here and...” Barry frowns walking over to his bedside. “I didn’t want you to be alone”
Y/N frowns hugging the pillow given to him for his chest. Barry pushes the chair beside his bed taking a seat watching Y/N start tearing up.
“H...hn...how much you know?”
“That your name is Y/D/N. Or well the name you’re born with...I don’t really know much other than that and that you’re here”
Barry didn’t know what to say to any of it. He also didn’t know how to phrase the fact that he’s not upset that Y/N kept this from him. He didn’t have to tell Barry. This...past isn’t the Y/N he knows...
And loves.
The next day came around and Y/N was discharged, but instead of going to stay at his place. Barry insisted he’d stay with him since he wasn’t going to be okay for a while and doesn’t want him to be alone if anything were going to happen.
“So...can you tell me what happened?” Barry asks as he helps Y/N get redressed out of the hospital gown.
“Um...I. Never had...proper coverage. My insurance covered my shots and I have a decent job but...the essentials for everyday living kinda took over what I needed...so I bind with ace bandages...” Y/N frowns feeling ashamed for doing such but he lived in LA. Rent is too expensive. He doesn’t drive. He has bills to pay. It’s not that he couldn’t afford a binder. It’s everything else that is more “essential”. “I was having an asthmatic episode in the ER when I came for chest pain. They had to take me out of it and told me to not bind for a while...let my lungs breath”
“Y/N...you...you could’ve really hurt yourself” Barry frowns instinctively resting his hands on Y/N’s cheeks as he gave him an even more worrisome look.
“Barry...you risk your life...everyday” Y/N frowns as he couldn’t help but start balling. “For fuck sake...when you told me. I felt selfish whenever I was in pain. I want you safe as much as you want me to be”
Barry wrapped his arms around Y/N holding him close. He felt his hands press against his chest and Y/N’s. He wasn’t comfortable. He lets go of him so he can take off his sweater letting Y/N wear it. Y/N felt like a little kid in over sized clothing, but it distracted him from his chest and he wasn’t bothered by it.
A few days went by and Y/N has been staying with Barry. He didn’t mind Nick and Jermaine since they are his roommates, they were loud sometimes. But for the most part Y/N slept in Barry’s bed, got up to get ready for work, and watched Barry cater to him when he doesn’t know how he’s ever going to repay him.
Y/N flinches to the knocking when he’s told Barry countless times that he can just walk in. Unless the door was locked. But he does it anyway.
“I got your mail, your neighbors are nice”
“Did you see Tiny? That big Great Dane in the complex? I’m surprised the landlords even allow him there” Y/N laughs taking his mail from Barry and setting it down on his backpack after looking through them.
“Didn’t see him, but maybe next time.” Barry laughs sitting on the edge of his bed as Y/N moves his desk chair to look at him. “If you Uh. Ever have me over again”
“You know I like having you over...” Y/N smiles fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. “Um...Barry can I ask you something?”
“Anything”
“You’re...you’re not going to tell people right? That...I’m..that I was born...female right?”
“It’s not my story to tell, and...I love the person I met. The others, they don’t know you like I do and that’s okay. You’re Y/N. Nothing is going to change that for me” Barry smiles as Y/N got up from the desk chair walking over to him.
As Barry stood to his feet, Y/N instantly wrapped his arms around him hugging him tightly. He didn’t hesitate to return the embrace.
They don’t know you like I do
#bill hader#barry berkman#barry block#barry berkman x reader#barry block x reader#bill hader x reader#bill hader gifs#barry hbo
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Distant || Richie Tozier X Daughter!Reader
Request: could you write a fanfic about a losers club member x daughter ( doesn't matter which one) where pennywise turns the reader against her dad and like it works because the reader gets mad and shuts her parent out. And then she almost gets killed by pennywise but her parent saves her? thank you so much in advance! I loved your Richie x daughter imagine! - anon
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Derry, Maine was fucking boring.
It had only taken you a couple of hours to realise this. You’d wandered around this entire town, and yet nothing had caught your eyes. How your father managed to grow up here was beyond you.
You were barely surviving the day when he’d survived years.
You swung on the hammock in the Losers clubhouse. It was extremely quiet, and you couldn’t lie that it was sort of creepy. Some of the wooden supports creaked and something told you that maybe it wasn’t safe to be there.
But Ben had said that it was safe. And you were sure that Ben could be trusted. He didn’t seem like the type to lie to a kid. Especially the kid of one of his closest friends. It had to be strong enough for you to push against it, right?
And so you did, trying to get the hammock to swing at the pace you wanted. You kicked the wooden pole harder than expected, feeling it shift. You froze as the pole came crashing to the ground. The next pole creaked, before also collapsing.
You gasped, throwing yourself out of the hammock. You watched in horror as the wooden steps came tumbling to the ground. The walls were caving in, dirt filling the clubhouse. As you coughed the dirt out of your lungs, you heard footsteps above.
“Dad? Anyone?” Your voice was shaky with fear, as everything collapsed around you. The dirt was now up to your waist, but it was rising quickly.
“Y/N?” It wasn’t a familiar voice calling your name, but any reassurance that someone was nearby was enough.
“Yes! I’m down here, and I’m trapped!”
The footstep grew louder, and a gloved hand reached down for you to grab. There was no time to see who the hand belonged to, as the dirt was up to your neck now. You felt yourself being pulled out of the dirt and placed on the ground.
“Thank you so m-” As you wiped the dirt from your eyes, you looked up to see a strange-looking clown, gripping a red balloon. You scrambled backwards, as the clown looked down sadly.
“You were all alone.” The clown’s voice was quite high and childlike, making you anxious.
“No one was around to save you. Your dad wasn’t here to save you.” You snapped your head up to look at the clown. Your father was a touchy subject.
“He wasn’t around to help you. But I’m sure you’re used to your dad being away.”
How did the clown know that? Your fathers distance from you was an unspoken thing, whether it was emotional or physical. It’s not that he didn’t love you - well maybe he didn’t, you didn’t know - it’s just that he wasn’t around much.
Whether it was because he was out on tour or he just didn’t want to see you, he was never there. That didn’t stop you from loving him. He was your dad, after all.
“He doesn’t care about you, but I’m sure you know that.”
“N-no, he cares about me. He just gets b-busy sometimes.”
The clown let out a creepy, squeaky laugh, which sent shivers down your spine. You had to get out of there.
“I’m sorry, this has been a great chat, truly, but I need to go home…” You found yourself trailing off, the clown’s words burning into your mind.
“And where is home? Y/N? Certainly not with your father. That was never your home. Your home is the circus.” The clown handed you the balloon, and you took it with shaking hands.
You turned, running away from the clown. As you left the barrens, the balloon popped, almost making you scream, but definitely making you jump. You regained your composure, running to the motel, the words “alone” and “doesn’t care” circling through your mind.
You shoved the door open, finding the six losers in the foyer, your dad pacing up and down the hall. All six of them looked up, and their faces melted into relief.
“Y/N, I called you so many times. Why didn’t you pick up?”
Patting your pocket, you discovered your phone wasn’t there. It must’ve fallen out during the clubhouse fiasco. You mentally cursed yourself. All the losers stared expectantly, clearly not paying you enough attention to figure out what had happened.
“I was so worr-”
“No, you fucking weren’t.” You said, harshly shoving past them all and running upstairs. The six adults stared at you, before looking at each other shocked.
You locked the motel room door behind you, but you could hear everyone talking downstairs.
“She’s just being a teen, Rich.” Beverly’s voice floated upstairs, making you scoff.
“She’s not usually like that… I’ve never seen her like that.”
You had been a fool, spending years trying to win over your dad. His job, drinking and other reckless activities had always taken first priority. You were just the leftovers of a drunk mistake.
Did you even hold any importance in your dad’s mind?
That fucking clown had been right.
You shoved all your clothes back into your suitcase, working quickly as you heard people coming up the stairs. You flung Richie’s bag open, finding his wallet. He wouldn’t notice $400 missing. He wouldn’t notice you missing.
The knock at the door made you tense up.
“Y/N, honey, please open the door.”
It wasn’t Richie, at least.
“Please, leave me alone right now.”
You faked a sad tone, adding a sniffle for extra effect. It was effective enough, as you heard Beverly walking away from the door.
You zipped the bag slowly, trying not to make noise. Luckily, the window was already open, and there was a balcony not too far below. You knew how to sneak out, having done it anytime Richie threw a party.
With only a minor stumble, you made it out, sneaking around the building without being spotted, thank god. You headed into town, hoping to grab some food before leaving Derry. You didn’t have a plan or a destination, but anywhere was better than L.A with Richie.
Walking onto the main road, you were surprised to find everything closed. Everything had been open just earlier today. Maybe Derry just had weird closing hours? Groaning, you realised you’d have to wait to get food after you left.
“There’s always food at the circus.”
“Fancy meeting you again.” You smiled at the clown. His voice was less offputting this time, but his laugh was still as uncomfortable to listen to.
“Come to the circus, Y/N. I’d love to have you for dinner.”
Thinking it over, you stepped forward, somewhat nervously. Something told you this might not be a good idea. Your paces quickened, and soon you were just a few steps away from the clown.
He reached out his arm, offering it to you. You eyed it nervously. But what could possibly go wrong? It was just a clown, after all.
“Take it.”
You didn’t hesitate, but your hand never reached his arm, as the world disappeared around you.
***
“Can I break the door down yet?” Richie sighed, sitting in Eddie’s room, the other Losers scattered around.
“She needs space. She almost died.” Ben placed a hand on Richie’s back, patting it twice. Richie shot up at his words.
“What do you mean she almost died?” He yelled, and Ben stepped back in surprise.
“She came in, covered in dirt. Like, a lot of dirt. So I went to the dirtiest place I know; the barrens.” The Losers listened in anticipation, Richie staring intensely.
“The clubhouse was destroyed. Filled with dirt. Her phone was sticking out of the dirt. She almost drowned in dirt.” He handed Richie the phone, and he clicked the home button. Your lockscreen was a photo of the two of you, at the zoo, the time he’d taken you for your birthday.
You were only a toddler back then, way before Richie had become the household name he was now. You were on his back, trying to feed a giraffe. Memories of that day flood back as he stares at the photo. He remembers when the giraffe had licked your face, making you giggle and smile widely.
He hadn’t seen you smile like that in years.
“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Richie left the room, turning your phone off and on again to look at that photo.
He reached his room, knocking softly. He didn’t expect you to open the door immediately and wasn’t surprised when he didn’t hear your voice. He definitely hadn’t expected the door to be unlocked. He pushed it open, calling your name softly.
Richie froze in his tracks.
NO ONE TO PROTECT HER
“Fuck. Guys!”
The Losers ran in, freezing as Richie had done. They read the words written in blood, all of their jaws dropping. Richie ran out of the room and down the stairs, the Losers following shortly behind.
He stopped at the door, spinning round to face the other five.
“Let’s kill this fucking clown.”
***
“Yeah, I dunno if this is what you call a circus, buddy.”
You complained, sitting cross-legged on the damp floor. You weren’t sure how long you’d been here, but you did know you had woken up in a puddle of water and you had not appreciated that one bit.
Trusting the clown was a dumb choice, but luckily no one but you would ever know you had willingly gone with it. Unless that shitheel of a clown told everyone.
“Usually, circuses have, like, a tent and popcorn or some shit. I don’t see any of that here. Just rocks, and water, and more rocks.”
You continued to yell to nothing. You wondered if that clown fucker could hear you. Probably.
“I understand if you’re on a budget, circuses don’t make that much money, but at least put some effort in. Would some lights be too expensive?”
Leaning against a rock, you closed your eyes. When you opened them, two seconds later, the fucking clown was there. He grabbed your throat with no hesitation, lifting you up effortlessly.
“Woah, woah, woah, slow down! I’m sorry if I offended you. I was just a bit disappointed with your choice of decorations. It’s not very circus-y, for a clown, yknow.”
Maybe you should’ve shut up. But you were a Tozier, as much as you wished you weren’t, and talking was a gift.
“So, hey, how about you put me down and we can go over some design id-”
You froze in fear as the clown’s face seemed to unhinge itself, revealing rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth. Your eyes were drawn to the three spinning lights at the bottom of its throat.
You felt like you were dying.
***
The six Losers followed the path they had followed so many years ago. It was muscle memory for them. The greywater was still as disgusting as Eddie remembered, and he made as big of a deal as the others remembered him making.
“Cmon, we gotta head down here.”
Mike gestured to the trapdoor. He pulled the cover off, revealing a seemingly never-ending ladder. They climbed down one by one, Mike and Richie leading the charge. At the bottom of the ladder, the followed the cavern to an opening.
They all squeezed through the gap, finding the cavern of spikes. And at the centre of it all, you, floating as Beverly had done. Richie ran across the cavern, tripping over some of the rocks scattered everywhere.
“No, no, no. Guys! What do we do?” Richie was panicking, more than anyone had ever seen him. You were floating quite high, higher than Beverly had, but not as high as the other kids. Richie called Eddie over, yelling at him to get on his shoulders.
“Eddie, I can’t reach her on my own! Get up!”
Eddie complied, not wanting to see Richie like this any longer. He climbed on Richie’s shoulders, grabbing your ankle and dragging you down to their level.
Your glossed over eyes brought tears to Richies’. This was all his fault. Him and his stupid jobs and stupid parties and stupid ignorance.
“I’m so sorry Y/N…”
***
You walked into your home. God, it felt great to call it that. Your perfect tiny apartment with your dad.
“Afternoon, sweetheart. How was school?” Richie’s voice drifted in from the living room.
“It was actually pretty good. Steve and I got paired up for a project, so he’ll be coming over sometime in the near future.” You called back, hearing Richie get up from the couch. He appeared in the doorframe, raising one eyebrow.
“Steve, huh?” He smirked, leaving you red in the face.
“Yeah, you got a problem with him coming over?” You tried not to laugh, as did Richie.
“No, no, not at all,” He laughed. “Ok, no jokes, you know I don’t mind Steve coming over. I love the kid.”
“I’ll be sure to tell him that. It’ll ease his nerves about you.”
“He’s nervous about me? I’m the one who should be nervous. Steve’s gonna steal my little girl away.” Richie nudged your shoulder suggestively, making you gag and roll your eyes.
You headed to your room, passing Richie who was watching some trashy reality show. He gestured to a plate on the coffee table, a few slices of brownie sitting uneaten. You grabbed a slice, thanking your dad, before making it to your door.
You swung it open, reaching for the light switch, only to find nothing. You kept hitting the wall, hoping to hear that familiar click of the switch, but still nothing.
“Dad?” You yelled, running back to the living room. You screamed at the dark void staring back at you. The kitchen was gone, the bathrooms, everything. All gone, replaced with a black void.
But there, in the darkness, you could see it. Three spiralling lights, drawing you forward. You could reach out and touch them, and you felt your fingertips burning as they drew closer. You grabbed for them, only to have them disappear as you did so.
And just like that, it was dark again.
Your eyes flew open, gasping for breath. Looking around, you saw all the Losers staring at you, eyes wide in shock. Wrapped around you, hugging you, was your dad.
“Holy shit, Rich, it worked!” Eddie yelled as Richie looked you dead in the eyes.
“Y/N? Oh my fucking god, I thought I’d lost you!”
You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t look your father in the eyes without tears springing to your own. He had been distant, sometimes cold, and not that great of a father, and yet here he was, saving you.
And you knew, in that moment, that he had always cared, and he would always care.
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