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I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"
#this is how I finally gave DE a try#and whoops!#now I have permanent brain worms for it#there’s a direct line between someone I follow spam reblogging DE memes and me spending 500 dollars on a Kim jacket replica#and I think that’s beautiful
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‘John price with a single mother this’ ‘Simon Riley with a single mother that’
Yeah yeah keep yapping. Now ME? I think we’re seriously undervaluing the sheer perfection that is Johnny fucking MacTavish with a single mother. He’s insufferable. If there’s an opportunity to worm his way into your life permanently, he’s taking it. My brains fixated on newly moved in neighbour reader and Johnny just comes back from being deployed and there’s this pretty woman next door and woah! bonus points! She has a baby!
He’s bouncing off the walls. He’s sick. Almost first thing he does after seeing you come in and out the flats alone a few times is ask if your lad is around. Has to try so hard to pretend to be sympathetic when you say he did a runner when he found you you were pregnant.
He’s actually spectacular with babies. Makes a point of it whenever he sees you with the kid too; always makes her chuckle, goes out of his way to prove that he’s great with kids. Works his way into it, builds a rapport so when you’re called into work for an emergency you just can’t miss the first person you go to for babysitting is Johnny. When you get back, he’s ‘asleep’ on the couch with the baby on his chest and you just don’t have it in you to wake him so you just sit on the other end of the couch and wait. When he does ‘wake up’ it’s a bit late to be kicking him out so you just offer to let him stay night (this becomes a reoccurring theme).
Starts referring to the you and baby as ‘the bairn’ and ‘his lass’ long before he even asks you out. Asked out for drinks? No, sorry. He’s got to go home to his lass and the bairn. Is he busy this weekend? Yeah he’s taking his lass and the bairn to the amusements. Frequently confuses work colleagues and friends alike because when did Johnny have time to A. Get a girl and B. Shag her enough to knock her up???? Will NOT correct anyone who calls him your husband or the baby’s dad, and will actually get upset if you do.
The moment you agree to go out with him he’s micromoving you into his flat (he’s already looking for houses). Has pictures of you and the baby up on his wall in less than an hour of you being his girlfriend. The ‘spare’ crib is already assembled. He’s already picked a ring. He’s insane. He’s in love. He’s known you for like three months. He’s already got the next like two pregnancies planned out (he wants a big family. No he hasn’t asked you yet). Actually kind of deludes himself into forgetting the baby isn’t his biological child. Wdym it’s not his kid it looks exactly like him??? I think he would actually get a little violent if the baby’s father randomly popped up demanding visitation out of the blue. Said baby’s father is not heard from again.
Anyways I’m insane and in love with Johnny MacTavish and his silly deranged ways send tweet
i want you to know that i woke up to get some water in the middle of the night and happened to check my phone and see this and i had to physically hold myself back from answering it at like. 3am.
first of all, i love you. second of all? i love this. i have been repeating "his lass and the bairn" in my head for like five hours now. johnny deluding himself into thinking the baby is actually his? that little gasp you heard was the last little bit of air in my lungs escaping before i expired and died.
there's no way he wouldn't end up saying something batshit crazy like "look at his wee little nose - just like his daddy's huh?" and you'd just be frozen staring at the two of them. maybe your baby's nose does look a little like johnny's but - that doesn't mean - is he just joking or -?
#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#soap x you#soap x reader#soap/reader#the way im actually tagging this so i don't lose it
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finally remembered to tell the gic i over heat too easily (it is probably my elevated T) and ask about a hysto because the main surgery waitlist is fucking ridiculous
#like at this point i'm planning to have left the country before I'd even have an appointment...#so now i just need to figure out the customisation i want#because my desire is mainly just a 100% definite and permanent inability to conceive#brain worms
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Psst. Consider Prowl getting a new optic that’s red (remember how his optic is gone in the comics?) so now he has blue and red optics…my friend and I talked about it in dms once and it’s stuck permanently in my brain. He’s so cute. So now I have to inflict you with the brain worm I have.
Interesting! I have been thinking about Renegade Autobot Prowl these days and how that character arc would play out in my AU so this was a funny coincidence :3
Although I do like the idea of him getting a red optic, it’d make more sense for him to cover it with an eyepatch (sacrificing the hat brim so he can see better through just one eye💔), since some body parts cannot be healed in my continuity
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I love your page so much omg. I‘m literally obsessed with your work😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Also I have this imagination in my mind going on about how Leon would try to help his girlfriend from recovering from her mental health issues since she’s always helping him. I was recently thinking about how he would react finding her not moving on the bathroom floor and trying to bring her back! I rewatched American horror stories and the scene with tate and violet in the first season episode 6 (ig?) is always in my head. I‘m still recovering from my past and my unhealthy habits and tbh recovery never felt better.
If this is too much for you or triggering please ignore this.🫶🏼❤️
I had a terrible period in my life when I was a few steps away from doing something like this in my life and unfortunately this shit often comes out. I'm not sure that such texts help me work through my psychological traumas, which were, in fact, inflicted on me and continue to be inflicted by close people who do not consider me a person, but at least such works help me to vent my pain, which I cannot permanently bury in myself.
I have been postponing this request for a long time because I was probably waiting for the right moment to write this text.
There are mentions of suicide, psychological trauma, severe self-doubt and anxiety, so if this is not acceptable to you, then please just block it.
Perhaps there is a similarity with my previous texts, but I am writing this with strong emotions now that I am trying to cope with it again.
the text is chaotic, I repeat, written while I was under the influence of strong heavy emotions. Maybe I'll delete it later, when my brain gets back to normal a little bit.
If a songbird doesn't sing well, they wring its neck.
Maybe it was the costs of Leon's profession and the result of his constant missions, after which something human is gradually dying in him despite the constant struggle to save everyone. Raccoon City was supposed to teach, if not to survive, then make him begin to understand that some are doomed to die.
Leon Kennedy was taught not to offend, but to protect the weak, especially weak women. But it is difficult to calm the flow of disordered thoughts and put aside the fear that has seized him in order to clamp bloody wrists and apply something to them to stop the blood. Leon knew many strong women: Ada was perhaps the first among them, he did not know either her past or her real name, only the present that pushed their foreheads against each other; Claire, a fighting friend of misfortune that he met in that ill-fated city; Ashley, who turned from a baby eagle into a proud eagle; Angela Miller and others…
Your strength dissolves in the water, coloring it scarlet while your heart stubbornly still beats, let the rhythm noticeably shorten.
In truth, over the past few months it became clear that this was the only way out. When even your loved ones considered you an expired product and did not hesitate to remember this and remind you every time. In the end, their words turned into an obsessive worm that settled in your head, slowly day after day, month after month, devouring you and the circumstances seemed to be not in your favor. Instead of support, you somehow faced reproach, as if the universe was screaming that you were an wrong person, nature's mistake who had no right to live.
Escape attempts were doomed to failure. At first you tried to suppress it in yourself, helping Leon, because, in your opinion, he was the only one who had the right to complain about life, although he did not do this in front of you, because everyone said that you had no problems: you have everything limbs, there are no fatal diseases, all loved ones are healthy and there is a roof over your head, as if this is enough to not fall for nonsense and not walk around forever with a sad face.
This was the last time you shared your experiences. You didn’t even bother telling Leon, but everything inside was torn from constant pain. The feeling was as if you were being beaten by two extremes that led you to the edge of an abyss where you ultimately voluntarily jumped.
no, you really loved him, it was just other people’s words and your own speculation that convinced you, despite your strong relationship with him, that Leon would find someone better, someone more confident in himself, someone who would not be you because you had already missed the chance for a good life because it moved too slowly. Ultimately, a couple of sips of alcohol with sleeping pills and a sharp blade in his hands simply promised to correct the mistake in the form of you with your own hands.
You didn't have the courage to do it any other way.
But you really didn’t think that if you could try to open up to your loved one, you would meet support and not condemnation. Perhaps in a mad world he would be the only one who would heal your wounds as you healed him in your time. Leon clenched his teeth, feeling tears flowing down cheeks, seeing these crimson stains, when he pulled your body out of the bath, holding you close to him, repeating “I’m holding you. It's allright"
He so carefully laid you on his lap, managing to pull out a first aid kit and then bandages to tightly, albeit carelessly, wrap them around your wrist in order to somehow stop the bleeding. At least you were still breathing, thereby giving him hope that everything could still be fixed. the darkness and emptiness came to life, calling in a whisper to dissolve into eternal silence where there is no pain or condemnation. Your body will be in a grave under a gray stone, while the remains of your soul will float like a small grain of sand in infinity.
For Leon, everything happens in a fog; he tried more than once to save people, but he had no right to lose in this battle, even if you yourself surrendered to death. Shaking his head, brushing away the tears, he wrapped your body in a large terry towel, kissed your temple and picked you up, trying to somehow warm you, pressing you closer to him. the ability to provide first aid in the field and pull suicides out of the other world is not the same thing. Leon would have thanked God if he had believed in him, convinced that blood loss was the least of the evils that you had caused yourself, until he saw the remains of some substance at the bottom of the glass that stood on the table along with an almost full bottle of alcohol.
You really didn't give him a chance.
The ambulance took several minutes, which seemed like an eternity. In fact, Leon wasn't sure if it was worth trying to make you vomit when you'd already lost so much blood that it was already seeping through the bandages. Surely you would need a transfusion and Leon is ready to give you all his blood if only you would wake up. Holding his breath, he carefully looked at your chest, watching whether you were breathing and fortunately, your heart was still beating, slowly, but it was still fighting for life.
He stroked you on the head, kissed you, promised that he would take you somewhere else, quiet, where no one would dare to offend you, even if it was your family. You could have just asked him for help, just cuddled up to him and he would have protected you from other people’s attacks, but you preferred to remain silent. Kennedy was tired of waiting for the medical staff to let him in, although relatives should be allowed to see the patient first, but the position of a government agent sometimes had its advantages, and they concerned not only the high salary. When he was let in to you, it seemed to him that you had become half your size while you were lying on the bed, curled up under the blanket. It didn’t work out to pull off a beautiful suicide, which meant that soon angry relatives would come here with new sweat of bile especially for you. They won’t care about your feelings, but Leon sat down next to you, trying not to intrude too much into the space in which you imprisoned yourself, as if this blanket cocoon could be a separate world where you could hide. He spoke to you carefully, hating himself for not being able to understand in time what was wrong with your behavior; perhaps if he had been more attentive to you, the incident could have been avoided. You would see a psychotherapist, take a course of medication, and your environment would definitely be taken care of.
You cry, not letting him come to you, hating how you weren't just left to die and how much you hate this world. Hysteria after hysteria, nervous breakdown after nervous breakdown, in the hospital you repeatedly tried to commit suicide, but the attentive staff managed to prevent this before you inflicted fatal injuries on yourself, and if after some time Leon still managed to carefully break through your armor, then your loved ones This did not concern relatives in principle. You only allowed one person to visit you while you were undergoing psychological treatment and you behaved calmer and calmer, listening to the velvety words that soon all this would be behind you.
“We’ll go home soon,” Leon smiled, gently holding your hand and kissing your forehead, just glad that you’re alive, that you’re breathing and that your psycho-emotional state is slowly but improving. “You know, I have a surprise for you, I think you’ll like it when we get home.”
Soon what happened will become another nightmare in his life, a blessing with a good ending, but for the sake of this happy ending, Kennedy is ready to descend into hell at least every day.
You nod at him and smile a little, fearing that the gift is some kind of party on the occasion of your discharge. In fact, the last thing you want is to see someone’s faces, especially those who diligently hammered into your head how insignificant you are. Why do you even hope that the doctor will postpone your discharge, but the plans for your further treatment were completely different.
On the other hand, after taking antidepressants and psychological help in a special medical institution, how many men are ready to stay with their girlfriends who have been there for several months? For Leon, it seems this was not a significant problem, or he simply carefully did not show it. However, there were no parties, no calls, you simply returned now to his home where there were new interior items. it became somehow more comfortable... but something else surprised you.
Puppy. A small puppy of a couple of months old ran towards you and Leon to meet both of them, but stopped and began sniffing your shoes, while something thawed in your heart.
“Animals seem to help us well, They feel when we feel bad, it seems to me a good idea to get us a little companion,” Leon said quietly, stroking your back while you were busy with the puppy, rejoicing at the little living soul who will love you with the same pure and devoted love.
Ultimately it should have a happy ending too. Leon is ready to go to great lengths so that his beloved songbird starts smiling and singing happy songs again, even if it is necessary to remove other birds from her family who sleep and see how to pluck all her wings again.
You and he also have a chance for a happy ending.
#leon kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon s kennedy#resident evil#leon kennedy x reader#leon x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#resident evil x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy resident evil#leon s kennedy x fem!reader#leon s kennedy x you#leon scott kennedy x reader#leon resident evil#resident evil leon
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Heyyyyy whats uppppp the brain worms have hit once again for a different au. Shadow retires and starts running a cat cafe, that's it that's the au. More info under the cut if you'd like to read about it hehe.
After some event Shadow gets to retire but now that he has all this free time as he is essentially barred from joining any further missions he's been incredibly bored. So what is a guy to do other than open up a little cat rescue and well, one thing leads to another and now it's a full blown cafe with a few permanent residents.
The cafe is called Midnight Hour since it tends to be one of the few places still open past midnight. The cat portion closes earlier than the cafe but Shadow doesn't mind running the place into the wee hours of the night. It's been calming form him after all. He's managed to get something sorted out with Vanilla and Cream as well where he can sell their pastries and any profits go towards taking care of the cats.
The gang are all regulars and most of them have adopted a cat from the cafe though for anyone who can't bring a cat home Shadow decides that they can become a permanent resident of the cafe. His own cat, Mari, is very feisty. She does NOT like any other mobian or human besides Shadow and is constantly following him around and getting underfoot. Sunny is a very chill cat, he lose to sunbathe and play and is generally a calming presence for the other cats in the cafe. Sonic took a liking to him almost immediately and so he was the second cat to call the cafe a home. Tiramisu followed suit as Silver visited one time when he could. The two bonded pretty quickly as Tiramisu almost perfectly matches Silver's energy and love of exploring. The three cats get along great even if they are prone to causing Shadow some kind of headache every now and then.
Knuckles adopts several cats to keep him company on Angel Island. They end up befriending the chao and... well... the chaos energy there mind of mutates them a little so each have funky markings or colors but the cats seem to be happy so he just doesn't bring it up.
Amy helps run the social media page for the cafe in her free time. She ends up adopting two white cats called Strawberry and Shortcake who are a bonded pair of siblings. They live with her and are treated to a life of luxury.
I have a few plot lines I want to explore in this au such as how Shadow and Mari become friends, some of Sunny and Sonic's adventures as well as how the cats on Angel Island are doing. There isn't any ship content planned for this yet but we'll see where it goes. There are some cute moments I want to write out between Sonic and Shadow when it comes to adopting/taking care of Sunny.
If you read this far thank you!! Hope you have a good day!!
#starrway art#sonic#sonic fanart#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#silver the hedgehog#image id in alt#sonic au#cat cafe au#<- tee hee that's gonna be my tag for this bc there will be more#I have like a few lil story lines I wanna draw/write out we'll see which one happens
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https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/746604785112940545/how-would-the-tce-boys-hold-up-in-a-zombie
The Morell one unsettled me fr fr 💀
I like to imagine meeting Santi in a zombie apocalypse though. You aren’t sure of him at first but then you get cornered by some zombies and after he helps you out you accept his offer
Out of all the things you expected to find in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, an incubus is the last one.
Since their method of feeding involves being so close to others, and body fluids, they were a major factor in the propagation of the infection, and also some of the first to succumb to it.
So really, your poor brain is doing cartwheels in your skull trying to understand how not only did you spot a living high-ranking incubus, but said demon also saved you from a considerable horde of zombies.
Santi, he introduced himself as soon as the two of you aren't covered in rotten blood, and he was clearly malnourished. Dim eyes, bags under them and somewhat gaunt cheeks, a sickly sort of hue to his skin. His smile had too much teeth to it and his gaze was too predatory no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.
The demon would try to act charming, but the hunger merely being near you would induce had him snorting at the air and salivating as if you were seasoned steak on a platter. You knew what he wanted, just as you do now. Even if Santi had tried to be gentlemanly and claim that he helped you without expecting anything in return, it was no secret those words were only meant to endear him to you enough to consider sex.
He must be too weakened to be using pheromones, because you only ever experience small waves of arousal next to him. They last little and can be ignored with some effort. His mostly futile and tentative attempts to be subtle, to coax you, ruined by his instinctive anticipation.
You knew one day he could just decide to throw you to the ground and fuck the daylights out of you. That he was dangerous, less so than the zombies, but there was still the fear that he would savagely hurt you in his hunger.
Nights ago, you woke up with the sound of him tearing wildy into a group of zombies, frustrated by the inability to gain minimal energy from using their bodies. You think you might have heard him sob then, and in that moment, you could only imagine how such constant starvation must be driving him insane.
He can die soon.
Because, while you can find a can of beans somewhere and be satisfied for a while, Santi can only do the human equivalent of scraping the hints of sugar off candy wrapper.
And that thought scared you immensely. The incubus had been your most reliable source of protection thus far, losing him would mean going back to that permanent dread, that hopelessness, the slow madness of being alone for extended periods of time. But every single day, your hellish guardian grew weaker.
And a part of you thinks the incubus might be fond of you, to not just outright assault you and keep denying his survival drives.
More than merely fond, but that's a can of worms neither of you want to open.
Tonight, you've been awoken again.
The sensation of something wet trailing bare skin had you shivering to awareness, and now you're face to face with the demon. His tongue drooling across your inner thigh, eyes glazed, sweat glistening on his face and a fat cock throbbing between taught legs.
" Please... " He begged, long devoid of any attempt to charm. " Please... "
And it'd be selfish of you not to, right?
He saved your life.
You should save his.
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listen I just think [nsft under cut]
trans croc should fuck buggy using his own cock as a strap, all while forcing him to call himself croc's naughty little girl <3
buggy should warm croc's dick while he's doing paperwork because that's all he's good for, and croc pretends to be getting annoyed that he's so squirmy and hungry for stimulation but he's actually getting off on it
mihawk's first time with buggy should be fraught with mihawk asking himself (and buggy) 'what did shanks see in you?', and buggy returning the favour. it was bittersweet and a bit brutal. mihawk actually felt a bit bad after.
mihawk should be in an established relationship with croc that's built on mutual respect, if not love, and appreciation of each other's skill & rep <3 they're steady, mature, and sensible about it. they have a genuine, deep connection that they never expected to find in each other, but now it's there, it would take a lot to break.
he and croc are very relaxed and kinda gentle and versatile and switchy with each other? But then they both see buggy and internally say 'I want to obliterate him'
It takes quite a while for mihawk and croc to admit this to each other though. When they finally do, it's a big relief - they just... shake hands, exchange a nod, and get to work
To start with, they really don't give a shit about buggy at all, they just wanna fuck him. but he's... kinda adorably flustered and fun and responsive and... hm. He's a worthless little worm. But when they tell him that, he tearfully agrees and gets hard? Cute.
mihawk is suuuuper quiet but buggy and croc both find any vocalisation they get him to make a HUGE turn-on
mihawk has cold-dom'd buggy to tears
croc has rough-dom'd buggy to tears
both of them have death-threat'd him to begging and tears mid-sex, but he never safewords because he's soooo stupidly horny about the danger and degradation
buggy just ugly-cries a lot okay
mihawk is surprisingly good at aftercare, even if he approaches it in a very regimented, methodical autistic af way. He's the most invested in the future of the Cross Guild, and somewhere deep within that mysterious brain he's planned their throuple marriage. Even though he still despises buggy and croc alike on some days.
croc is kinda standoffish and leery about showing affection at first (to anything but his bananawani). With mihawk it wasn't a big deal - but buggy is absolutely, 5000% a snuggler. Not to mention a terribly rough, mobile sleeper. And though he always bitches, croc can't imagine waking up without a foot wedged under his chin or a disembodied arm hooked over his knee. He doesn't know when he got used to having these two idiots as semi-permanant fixtures in his life, but he's kinda pissed that he doesn't want them gone.
buggy is still 90% terrified, 10% horny, but that's better than 99% terrified, right? He still thinks of himself as an intruder - a business-only investment who's only alive because he's a useful scapegoat + fucktoy. Of course they don't actually like or respect him. Who would? He's out for himself, like he always has been. Ready to split if the water gets too hot or a better opportunity comes along.
...but his followers love him.......and the sex is good (even if it inevitably leaves him a shaking, whimpering wreck).........and he might actually have a chance at snatching the One Piece if he has two awesome powerhouses in his pocket.................... and.... and look, the sex is really good, okay?
........and maybe he likes how mihawk is quietly thoughtful, showing care through little actions rather than words (fixing little things Buggy's complained about, always somehow knowing which part of his back to rub)
...............and how croc only cares about money and power, but still sometimes gets this strange, soft look in his eyes when it's a quiet evening and the three of them are sitting together sharing space, but all doing their own thing. he always looks oddly scared about it, like he doesn't quite know what to do with whatever he's feeling, and buggy has this stupid urge to cuddle up beside him and rest his cheek on his big shoulder and just share his warmth
but he doesn't because he doesn't want to get punched into next week
.........until one night he does and croc just looks down at him with those unfathomable eyes and smiles
and across the room, mihawk's deep in his book, feet curled up under him in the chair, but he's smiling too
and now Buggy's the one getting all choked up, though he doesn't know why
This is all to say that Buggy is the last one to catch feels. One day he busts into The Meeting Room (sex dungeon) in the middle of an actual meeting and shrieks 'ARE WE DATING????' to which croc and mihawk blankly stare and reply buggy. buggy we have been in a dedicated polyamorous relationship for five years
#cross guild#buggy one piece#dracule mihawk#buggy the clown#sir crocodile#THOTS#worst throuple#one piece
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I wish scars were a permanent thing in TMNT 2012 cause there's a lot of instances where a scar should've been on a character and stayed there:
Leo should've had a visible scar on his shell and plastron along with maybe wearing a leg brace for most of or for the rest of the serious as a reminder to his fight with Shredder in the season 2 finale.
Raph has some sort of scar on his head to show it is where the brain worm entered into him (same thing maybe for Slash and Rockwell). That or maybe one of his eyes loses it's green color and is now pale or gray to show the brainworm when in through his eye.
The burnt mark Karai gets in season 4 from the explosion. That should've been a permanent scar and I HATE that she was able to just shed her skin with her snake form to get rid of it. It would've been a perfect symbolism for her.
Mona Lisa having a scar on her lower back from the scorpion monster sting. It would be easy to hide and cover, but I headcanon that her back is now scarred from that poisonous sting. I even wrote a fanfic about it!
#random thoughts#tmnt 2012#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt leonardo#tmnt raphael#tmnt karai#tmnt mona lisa#FabTrash headcanons
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long ish buttttt
was thinking about ex jing yuan posts and my mind went to what if you add a kid into the mix: jing yuan obv loves his child dearly but he will unfortunately be using them just a wee bit to reel you back in school events,playdates just anything that would require a parent being there he’s insisting you two go together because dont you want your kid to spent time with their father he is soooo busy after all😞the entire event is just him trying to make you feel bad for “breaking up the family” or some good old “don’t you want them to grow up in a loving home”
Heaven forbid you start dating someone he will waste no time asserting you’re trying to get some rando to take his place.if your child isnt that fond of your partner so be prepared for jing yuan to slide in and act like you’re so cruel for being with someone who makes your child that unhappy shame on you��️
It takes awhile but after decent amount of failed relationships you are starting to think maybe just maybe he was right(he’s been sabotaging behind the scenes).maybe you were just throwing a tantrum.when you go back to apologize to him it’s like talking to a wall why’s he being so stubborn now???.it almost makes you reconsider your previous conclusion until he brings up that the only way he’ll forgive you is if give him a second chance even if its not romantic right away(he will not honor this if you actually say yes) after you agree you have to constantly remind him that you two are in fact not back together at the moment but in his mind you’re just being difficult in fact he’s acting like you two never split
When you two actually get back to a point where romance is on the table he’s already planning on getting you pregnant a few more times as a just incase after all leaving him when you had just one kid was hard enough you wouldn’t even dare think about it if there was a few more running around esp since he’s got it in your head that leaving would make your children just so upset you wouldn’t want to stress them out right vjdjs kinda tired but i hope this makes sense
I DO like the idea of gaslighting daddy jy. This adds a really interesting layer to the toxic ex au! It would be even more tasty if it was because you did in fact get pregnant after he came in u forcefully from the post 😔 your first thought would be to get rid of the pregnancy as quick as you can, but perhaps you’ve always wanted to be a parent. It’s a difficult decision, and somehow, you ended up keeping it. You don’t plan to tell jing yuan, as you’re still reeling with the fact that he technically raped you. Thats what it was, but you hesitate with labeling it like that, even if you know it’s the truth. He forced it on you, and now you’re stuck with his baby because of it. Thats what he wanted, isn’t it?
And you can’t keep something like this away from him. You can try, but he’ll find out on his own if you never end up telling him. Once that happens, it’s pretty much over for you. There’s no way you’re going to keep the divine foresight’s baby away from him, it’s simply not going to happen. He’ll get the press involved if he has to in order to pressure you to cave. Whether you like it or not, jing yuan is one step closer now, a permanent part of your life. You’ll have to figure out how to tolerate him and play nice, because you don’t want your child to grow up in an unhappy family, do you?
Truly truly evil of him fr! Thank u so much for this brain worm, it’s a great idea for toxic ex JY 💕
#jing yuan#jing yuan x reader#honeyed gifts#toxic ex jing yuan#tw noncon#NonCon tw#toxic relationship
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hi🥰🥰 i just saw your post about requests being open so here i am, brain filled with suguru worms🧎 i’ve been daydreaming sm about living a slow, romantic cottage-core life with this man. would you consider doing headcanons for that?🥹
an: wrote this in an aiport lol. set after suguru declares war on jujutsu high but doesn't die. escapes in exile with sorcerer!reader. this got a little dark sorry!
cw: a bit of tradwifery (sorry), possessiveness, vomiting, impregnation
you're still getting used to the country life. it's nice and tranquil. there's a few yuzu trees surrounding the cottage you and suguru inhabit and a strawberry field by the lake that's less than a mile away from the house. suguru moved you two to the japanese countryside after narrowly escaping death after the war against jujutsu high to lay low for a while, but his grip on you has only gotten stronger after leaving tokyo.
you made do with what you had. fleeing so quickly meant no time to pack. a part of you missed the temple, the people, the friends you made, and the huge master bedroom you and suguru shared (the cottage bedroom wasn't half the size). but suguru insisted that this tiny cottage would be the best chance from gojo or anyone from jujutsu high to find him, so here you were, bright and early fixing suguru breakfast.
"smells great darling," he says smiling as you pour the hot green tea into his teacup. "will you not have any yourself?"
"no, im not hungry," you shrug.
"hmm."
you sit in comfortable silence for a bit, looking out the window next to the table while he goes back to reading the paper. you knew you should feel lucky to be here, the village was so pretty and picturesque, and the villagers were so welcoming. you knew you should feel even luckier that surguru chose you, yes you, to run away with him. he fucks you harder now, rougher and more impulsively than the carefully calculated man that he was before. he cums inside you now, every single time as if he was trying to get you pregnant. maybe he's taking his frustrations out on you, or maybe he's just showing you how much he really loves you, and it would be a lie to say you didn't like it.
you feel his big hands rub your knee under the table, taking you out of your thoughts.
"you look like you're thinking about something," he raises an eyebrow.
"oh! it's nothing. just thinking about tokyo I guess," you say.
"I believe there's a festival in the village today. would my pretty girl like to get some sweets? we'll walk there together."
your ears perk up. "really?" you ask. maybe they'll have matcha dango you loved getting from the stand nearby the temple. maybe they'll even have candy apples. "I would love to go."
walking hand in hand, you stroll to the village center for the festival. suguru holds your hand tight, squeezing it, giving you a small, sweet, smile.
"I know it hasn't been easy for you," he begins "but you're doing a wonderful job. always so obedient, so caring of me. one day, I would like you make you my wife."
you're heart beats faster after the mention of "wife". this was the first time he's ever said the word. could this really be happening?
"I would be honored to," you grin unable to hide your excitement. for the rest of the day, you're elated and bubbly at the possible idea that one day you'll be suguru's permanently.
xxx xxx xxx xxx
he fucks you fast and hard that night, you take every inch of his dick a the good girl you are, leaving his dick inside of you overnight while you sleep in his embrace. the next morning you feel a wave of nausea, throwing up until you puke clear liquid from the depths of your stomach. it could be forming eating too many deserts, but you pull a pregnancy test form behind the mirror cabinet in the bathroom just to be safe, and wait the five longest minutes of your life to find the stick displaying two bright blue lines. your heart sinks.
"suguru...i think.. i might.." you say coming out of the bathroom finding him at the dining table, tears begin welling in your eyes. "I'm pregnant!" you blurt out, shoving the pregnancy test towards him.
he gingerly grabs the stick, taking a few minutes to process the news and then sinks down to his knees at your feet, peppering thousands of kisses at your navel.
"i've been waiting for this moment," he says rubbing your belly. "i cant want to see youre body grow with my child, youre gonna make such a good mama, i promise."
suguru stands up to wipe your tears away, giving you a big hug. you were finally bound to him forever. with his essence inside you and a baby on the way, you could never leave him even if you tried. he rubs your back, letting you sob on his shoulder. you are his for the rest of time.
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💜7 mins in Heaven with Dabi: Pt. 7 FINALE💙
Continuation of Part 6
Warnings: Underaged drinking, Lemon
You woke up to sunlight hitting your face. The first thing you noticed was a blanket covering you and the absence of Tomura. Memories from last night hit you like a freight train and you groan, shoving the blanket off.
"Well, good morning to you too," Tomura calls out softly, suddenly crouching down beside you.
You felt sick and nauseous as the events from last night became more clear, your brain no longer foggy from sleep. Throwing your hands over your eyes, you clench your teeth.
"Is it a good morning? Is it really?"
Gentle hands pry yours away from your face. "Hey now, none of that. You did the right thing by telling both of them."
It takes a second for his words to sink in.
"How do you know I told both of them?"
Tomura shifts so he sat on the floor and you roll onto your side to face him. "Well, considering you were up at 4 in the morning and came out crying, there's only one other guy I know who is also up at that time."
He rolls his eyes playfully.
"And Touya miraculously had zero blood on his face when I saw him again and I don't think he was in the right frame of mind to get everything off. He was in bad shape."
He gives you a pointed look as he finishes, but a small smile appears on his face anyway. You sigh in defeat, feeling numb.
"I don't think Hitoshi is ever going to talk to me again," you whisper.
Tomura shifts again and worms his way back onto the couch, forcing you to press your back tightly against the cushions.
"So tell me what happened," Tomura says gently.
You take a deep breath and start telling him everything from the moment Touya saw you in the hallway, not missing the look of surprise Tomura gives you when you tell him how Touya backed away to give you space to decide.
The part with Hitoshi had another wave of tears blurring your vision, but Tomura listened patiently, playing with your hair as you talked. When you finished, you took a deep breath, feeling somewhat lighter.
Tomura hummed and was quiet for a while, processing everything you said. The fingers in your hair had you feeling drowsy again and much more relaxed than before.
"Do you remember when I said they've been acting weird around each other for a while?" Tomura asks finally, breaking the silence.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you nod.
"There's a story, but I have to tell you about the night Keigo and Touya brought you over to Hitoshi's place first," Tomura clears his throat before continuing, "I know Keigo was the main one who dragged you along, and he doesn't just do that for anyone. Keigo is a friendly guy, but I learned later of how Keigo and Touya knew you."
By now, your eyebrows were permanently furrowed as you waited in anticipation for him to continue.
"I have to say, as soon as you made that comment about Mimi being the only pussy Touya can't get, I was a fan and I wasn't the only one," Tomura shoots you a knowing look, "however, when you left and Touya followed you out, we all kinda assumed something was going to happen at your dorm and I could see the disappointment on Hitoshi's face. You might've not seen it but throughout the whole time you sat next to those boys, they looked like they were going to explode."
"Nothing happened," you confirm, remembering that something almost did, but those girls walked by and reminded you who Touya was.
Tomura nods. "I know. Touya came back here pissed as hell and Yo couldn't help but laugh and crack jokes which didn't help his mood. We were all amused which seemed to aggravate him even more, but he didn't leave. Usually, if Touya is denied more than once, he moves on to the next, but for some reason, he's stuck on you."
"Maybe he likes the challenge," you suggest.
"Maybe," Tomura agrees. "Keigo ended up telling us about the 7 minutes in heaven situation and we asked Touya if something happened then and all he said was that the first thing you said to him was that you didn't want to do anything and nothing happened."
You were silent, processing everything that was being discussed about you behind your back. So Hitoshi knew this whole time?
"I know he probably tried to seduce you, we all know, but you denying him a second time? I think he liked it."
Tomura went silent after that as you had an internal battle in your head about what to do about the situation and the choice you had to make.
"I'm scared if I pick him, he'll get what he wanted and move on. Like he wins,'" you admit finally.
He nods in understanding. "That's honestly a possibility. I've seen Touya do that to girls before, but none have kept him waiting as long as you," he furrows his brows briefly, "but you did say he made that comment you in the bathroom so maybe he's serious."
Shivering slightly, you pull the blanket back up around you and Tomura. "I don't understand Hitoshi then. If he knew what happened between Touya and I this whole time..."
Tomura cuddles you close, wrapping an arm around you as you tuck into his chest for warmth.
"Now, with the story I have to tell you, I want you to promise to listen all the way through before saying anything," he says softly but sternly, making you somewhat nervous. You nod against his chest silently.
"Yo, Keigo, Touya, and I have all known each other since the beginning of high school and for the majority of that time, Touya was in a very serious relationship."
Your eyes widen in disbelief, but you remained silent.
"I'm aware of how shocking that sounds, but let me finish," he clears his throat before continuing. "Hitoshi and Kat were the last two to join our little group and he and Touya clicked instantly. They did everything together and..." He sighs wistfully, trailing off.
"To make a long story short, Touya's girlfriend cheated on him with Hitoshi."
You gasp, pulling back from Tomura's chest abruptly, wide-eyed. He shoots you a warning look that he wasn't finished, knowing you already had a million things to say.
"Apparently," Tomura stresses, guiding your head back to his chest, "it had happened before Hitoshi and Kat knew us, so Hitoshi didn't know she was already in a relationship, and it was never confirmed by the girl. Hitoshi swears on everything he had no idea until he met Touya's girlfriend one day, without knowing she was Touya's, and flirted with her, hoping for another hook-up..." Tomura cringes slightly, and you could tell he was remembering the situation. "Touya...confronted...him and said how long they'd been together when Hitoshi came forward and confessed."
Too much information was swirling around your head as you tried to piece everything together. You couldn't imagine Hitoshi hooking up with his best friends' girlfriend knowingly...right?
"Touya was heartbroken and obviously ended the relationship. At the time he believed Hitoshi, but we all know he has some resentment over him. Their friendship wasn't the same after that, and once we came here for college, he became this..." he trails off, looking for a word.
You stayed silent as promised.
"Well, you know. Whatever he is now," Tomura concludes. "I personally think that he's just trying to fill that void that never left. As for Hitoshi, I honestly don't know."
He paused for a second before adding, "Okay, I'm finished now."
"Holy shit," the words left you in a rush, feeling air being punched out of your lungs. Your brain was whirling with thoughts and questions, not knowing where to start.
This time you pulled back again, not knowing what face you were making, but Tomura snorted slightly.
"Do you think it really happened before Touya and Hitoshi knew each other?" Was the first question out of your mouth.
He furrowed his eyes and bit the inside of his lip in thought. "I'm...not a hundred percent sure. As much as I love him, Hitoshi can be a secretive guy and only confides in his brother when he needs to. All I know is that one of the main reasons he and Touya bonded so well is that they're both determined and go after what they want. He's just more...calculated."
An unsettling feeling rested in your gut as a knock came from the door.
"Tomuraaaa," came a hoarse voice.
Tomura rolls his eyes and calls out, "It's open!" You heard the door open and you peeked an eye over Tomura's shoulder seeing Yo stumble in. He immediately spots the two of you on the couch and wanders over, collapsing on top. You both grunt as Yo makes himself comfortable.
"What are we talking about?"
Tomura sneers and shoves him off. "We're talking about how you need to go brush your teeth. Didn't you shower and do all of that at Kat and Hitoshi's?"
Yo lays like a dead weight on the floor, not even bothering to get up and he mumbles his reply. "M'passed out as soon as we got there."
Tomura takes a deep breath to calm himself and you move the blanket off to get up. He shifts as well to get up, stepping over Yo and making his way back to the kitchen.
"Let's go get some breakfast," he calls out and the idea has your stomach rumbling. Yo groans and slowly stands up.
"Gimme 10 minutes," he mumbles, wandering to the bathroom as you stand and stretch. Yawning loudly you wobble slightly from the stretch, noticing Tomura staring at you from across the room fondly.
"What?"
"Whoever you pick, they're one lucky piece of shit."
The muffled sound of a shower turns on.
~*~*~*~*
Half an hour later, you found yourself sitting in the same booth as yesterday with Yo and Tomura. The conversation you had with Tomura played like a broken record in your head as you tried to figure out what Touya and Hitoshi's goals were or if there even was a goal.
Everything seemed deeper than what it was and it was all so frustrating and confusing. The table was silent, Yo still clearly hungover as Tomura played on his phone. What may seem like a comfortable silence to them was awkward for you.
You eyed Yo wearily.
He held his head in one hand as he absently drank from a sugary frappucino, staring out the window with strained eyes. Just knowing he was also told of the 7 minutes in heaven situation made your skin crawl. Sure, you haven't had much time to talk with him but-
He knew.
You freeze up next to Tomura remembering that Yo was the one who gave you the truth-or-dare option at the party last night. You almost jerk away, uneasiness settling like a weighted blanket over you.
What was going on? Tomura was there too and tried to calm me down, but what if he's been messing with me too? Is Tomura actually my friend here?
Overthinking everything that's happened in the past few days, you fumble out of the booth, feeling like you couldn't breathe.
"(Y/n)?" Tomura asks, a worried and confused expression on his face. "Are you okay?"
"Restroom," was all you managed to get out before bolting down the hall. Memories of you and Touya against the wall flash vividly in your mind briefly. This time though, you actually enter the restroom and into the nearest stall trying to calm your racing heart.
Breathe, (Y/n). If he had other intentions, he wouldn't have told me that story this morning. He hasn't pushed me towards either of them and has helped talked me through things.
Okay, maybe they all know about the situation and how you and Touya met, but they also know nothing happened. Trying to convince yourself everything was fine, you sigh and think of a way to calmly walk back to the table and maybe get more information out of Tomura and Yo when the restroom door opens.
"-told you he wouldn't care."
A pause.
"He hasn't been with anyone for the past few weeks, of course we're all curious."
The one-sided conversation made it clear a girl was on the phone, and it was painfully obvious who she was talking about.
"Whatever. It's not like she knew if we hooked up that night or not...you're just an ass who wanted her to pick you."
You furrow your eyebrows as it was silent before she snorts a laugh.
"See? Karma is a bitch, huh 'Toshi?" The girl mocks teasingly as your jaw drops open, your heart thudding faster in your chest. She laughs again and says something else you didn't register, too shocked to even breathe. Her saying goodbye tuned you back in as you open the stall door, mustering the courage to walk by and see just who it was.
You meet her gaze in the mirror, watching her eyes widen in shock and freeze in the middle of applying lipgloss.
'Last night was soooooooo fun, baby~'
Saying nothing, you hold her gaze a second longer before walking back out into the donut shop and back to Tomura, a few tears finally sliding down your face.
He notices and puts his phone down in a panic. "What happened?!"
You cross your arms over your chest and stare straight ahead, knowing if you'd look at him, you'd break down.
"Hitoshi can go to hell."
~*~*~*~*
You ditched class and spent time with Tomura and Yo for the rest of the morning. After telling them what you overheard in the bathroom, not only was Tomura livid but Yo seemed pretty upset about bro-code being broken.
He earned himself a slap on the head for that, courtesy of Tomura.
You understood what he meant though. If Hitoshi did what you all suspected him of doing, he also framed Touya. It was sad because even though Touya had a reputation you already knew of, Hitoshi tried to twist it even further.
The girl had come out of the restroom not long after you, dashing through the donut shop to the exit.
"Think she'll tell Hitoshi?" Yo asked, arms crossed over his chest.
Tomura scoffs, looking disgusted. "Let her. I would love to hear how he can talk his way out of this one."
You also asked Yo about the truth or dare question and he said Kat had whispered the idea in his ear and he was too drunk to comprehend anything so he just went with it. Both you and Tomura make a twisted faces and Yo apologizes, saying that he should've never done the keg stand.
You went silent after that, feeling empty while rethinking every situation you had with Hitoshi. Sure, you were torn between him and Touya and you never meant to lead them on so is that why Hitoshi tried to make you pick?
But then to make me feel guilty last night and get mad about the text...?
"-(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" Yo was waving a hand in front of your face looking concerned. Blinking, you snap out of it.
"Hm?"
"We're going to invite Keigo and Touya, is that okay?" It was sweet that Yo asked, but you weren't sure if seeing Touya so soon was a good thing. You needed answers first without him.
"Sure, but I can't miss my next class. I have a project due in less than two weeks that I haven't started." You'd be gone by the time they'd show up anyway.
Tomura nods silently, but you could guess that he saw through your words. "I'll message you and tell you everything." He picks up his phone again and you tell him your username.
decayedy0uth followed you
decayedy0uth: 🩵
You manage to crack a smile and Tomura gives you a hug in the booth. "We'll meet up later, okay?"
Distracted, you leave the donut shop with a headache.
~*~*~*~*
It wasn't a surprise halfway through class you felt your phone buzz. Expecting to see Tomura's message, your heart drops seeing that it was Hitoshi.
brainwxshed: (Y/n) please can we talk
Anger and sadness flared through you again watching him type.
brainwxshed: i can explain eveything i swear. please.
Hesitantly, you start typing back.
you: explain what? that you set up Touya and lied to make yourself seem...better? oh and you had the nerve to get mad at me for coming forward and being honest and truthful about the text i accidentally switched up because i didnt want to see YOU hurt?
you: i dont need an explanation. i understand perfectly.
brainwxshed: nononono that's not it. i mean yes you're completely right, but my intention wasn't to hurt you. or my friends. i really like you.
Funny way of showing it, you thought bitterly.
You don't respond, tapping your pencil against the desk as you tried focusing on your now-abandoned project. Hitoshi keeps typing then stops, his username taunting you.
brainwxshed: can we talk in person? i promise i'll explain myself.
Is the message he finally settles on, making you frown.
you: im in class.
brainwxshed: after...later. i dont care when i just need to talk to you. you can pick the place.
The campus library was the first place that came to mind. It was quiet and had individual study rooms for students.
you: library in 45 minutes. everything, hitoshi.
brainwxshed: i swear. thank you, (Y/n).
It was time to end this once and for all.
~*~*~*~*
Your class ended twenty minutes later and you got to the library early since you kept being pulled away from your project. Snorting softly, you remember just a few days ago if you never went with Keigo and Touya to Hitoshi's dorm, all of this drama would've been avoided and the project could've been finished.
While sitting in one of the individual study rooms, your phone buzzes.
decayedy0uth: okay so touya is pissed. rightfully so, but we had to leave the donut shop earlier and now we're at his dorm trying to calm him down...he kept saying how he promised to give you space but he's worried really wants to check in on you. i missed seeing this side of him...
decayedy0uth: anyways, how are you holding up?
Touya's concern warmed your heart but first...
you: if i tell you, promise not to say anything to anyone.
decayedy0uth: promise.
you: im meeting with hitoshi soon.
decayedy0uth: okay...text me after.
Smiling slightly, you heart his message loving that he always understands.
"(Y/n)?" Hitoshi's voice called out gently, making you turn. He was early. Leaning against the door, his left eye was swollen and sporting a shiny black and blue bruise, his piercing missing. Wincing, you feel some of the anger dissipate. Motioning for him to come in, he does and slightly closes the door behind him before sitting in front of you.
He didn't look good and you were sure you didn't look the greatest either.
Knawing on his lip ring, Hitoshi runs a hand through his wild purple hair before meeting your gaze. "I fucked up."
Your mouth parts slightly, shooting him a 'really?' look, but he keeps talking.
"It's just..." He sighs heavily. "I do like you, and I know how Touya sleeps around and leads girls on. I didn't want you to fall for it and go down the same path. When you came over that one night it seemed like you wouldn't and when Touya left with you..."
He takes a deep breath looking away.
"But he came back and told us how you denied him twice and I thought maybe I had a chance. It sounds selfish, I know. Sex is always the goal for Touya, but later that night when the rest of the guys fell asleep during the movie, Touya and I were still up. Me with my insomnia and him because well...he must've been thinking."
You sit up straighter with this new information.
"He just turned to me and said 'she'll be mine,'" Hitoshi smiles sadly, "obviously I thought he meant just for hooking up and I didn't want to see you hurt. He's done it to enough girls."
His voice shakes.
"He woke up Keigo and they left after that, Yo and Tomura following. When I messaged you later and heard your dorm broke down, I genuinely was offering a place to stay with no ulterior motives. That night after you fell asleep, I did...text Touya, which was immature and stupid to do, but he just texted me the same thing he said earlier."
You scowl at hearing Hitoshi tell Touya you were staying at his place, and he looks away ashamed.
"The girl who said that at the donut shop is a childhood friend of mine. She slept with Touya before and he did the same thing to her that he does to every girl," Hitoshi frowns, clenching his fist. "She was so heartbroken because he told her everything she wanted to hear just so he could get in her bed."
Silence.
"I had to listen to everything my best friend did to her, without a care in the world, only to sleep with her roommate the next night," he swallows heavily before clearing his throat, "anyways, I had told her that I met someone I was interested in and that Touya was also after her. Since she fell victim to Touya before, she said she'd help me out."
By now you were almost in tears again. Both Touya and Hitoshi seemed like they had unresolved tension that needed to be cleared. After hearing what happened to Hitoshi's childhood friend, you could understand the motive and felt bad. It was still fucked up in a way, but you wondered if Touya did that to Hitoshi out of revenge for sleeping with his girlfriend in high school.
Hitoshi was looking at you, unguarded and worn down, clearly waiting for a response.
"I'm going to ask you a question and I want the absolute truth," you say quietly but sternly.
Hitoshi nods.
"Did you sleep with Touya's girlfriend in high school knowing they were together?"
Shock flickers over Hitoshi's face and you could see that he wanted to ask how you knew that, but his eyes fall again, dropping his head into his hands.
"...Yes."
~*~*~*~*
'Hitoshi swirled the drink in his plastic cup, looking out at the crowd of people at the party. The music was too loud, but since his brother is such an asshole-
"Stop looking like that, Hito. It's fine." Katsuki elbowed him roughly, taking a swig of his beer.
"Why are we even here?" Hitoshi groaned playfully.
"What do you mean 'why?' We're graduating high school soon so why not see what we'll be doing next year," Kat grinned manically, eyeing a group of college girls that walk by who giggle when they see him staring.
"I don't think so," Hitoshi said monotoned, but couldn't help but eye the girls as well.
Kat snorts and turns to a group of people who called his name, knowing people who already attended this college.
Hitoshi had to wonder why the hell he agreed to come with his brother. He didn't care for loud noises or large groups of people, but he promised he'd try it. Just this once.
Kat's group of friends introduced themselves to him and he nodded a hello. Kat was just about to say something when a person in the center of the room stood up, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yelled, "Anyone down to play spin the bottle?!"
A chorus of cheers could be heard and Hitoshi felt his arm being tugged as Kat pulled him towards the crowd.
"Kat!" Hitoshi scolded, not really trying to escape. Once a large circle formed around a table with a single bottle in the center, the guy who suggested the game spun first. Hitoshi watched, intrigued, as the bottle slowly came to a stop in front of him.
The crowd cheered and Kat cackled.
"Truth or dare?" The guy asked.
Hitoshi groaned, annoyed, but a small taunt from Kat in his ear had the spark of a challenge flare in his stomach. He glanced at his evil twin and shot him a glare.
"Dare."
The crowd cheered
The guy who asked grinned. "I dare you to pick someone and do 7 minutes in heaven."
"Holy fuck," Kat wheezes as he claps him on the back.
Hitoshi shifted his stance nervously glancing around the room. He didn't want to pick anyone. These were all college girls and he wasn't someone who could just sleep with just anyone. Glancing around, a familiar face stood out and he watched her walk around the group.
"Hey," Hitoshi called, trying to get her attention. It seemed to work because her head snapped up in fear before recognition flickered in her eyes seeing him. She then realized everyone was staring at her.
"Yeah?" She asked hesitantly.
"Come do 7 minutes with me," Hitoshi said cooly, hoping his eyes were saying that he needs help to get out of this. The crowed 'ooh-ed' his confidence but he glanced at his brother, knowing he recognized her too.
"Okay," she shrugged and dragged Hitoshi into the nearby closet.
"I'll set the timer!" The guy cackled, tossing a condom at Hitoshi before closing the door on them.
Pitch black.
"So-" Hitoshi started before he felt lips on his. Stunned, he stood motionless as she tried to get him to kiss back before pulling away annoyed.
"What?"
"Aren't you dating that one guy from our school?"
"Hm?" She murmured, kissing down his neck instead. Hitoshi bit his lip to suppress a moan.
"You...dating," he murmured, tilting his neck as his head swam with pleasure.
"We broke up," she mumbled back, fumbling with Hitoshi's pants. A few alarms went off in his head, but a soft hand wrapped around him that had them going silent.
Did they really?
Before he could ask again, the girl dropped to her knees and Hitoshi's head fell back against the wall.
"Fuck..."'
~*~*~*~*
"You didn't know!" You exclaim loudly, forgetting you were in the library. The story Hitoshi just told you had you hating this girl with every fiber of your being.
Hitoshi looked even worse than before. "I feel like deep down I did. She was cheating on him before me...that's why she was at that party. She had a college boyfriend...who was there."
"Oh my God? Hitoshi! Please tell me she doesn't go here," you look at him in horror.
Thankfully he shook his head.
"Nah...she got a scholarship to another college."
You sigh in relief, having one less situation to worry about.
"Why didn't you ever tell Touya the truth?" Nothing made sense anymore and you just really needed them to talk.
Hitoshi stares at the table, eyes empty.
"I thought he'd hate me more if I told him I did sleep with her. I didn't know the truth of them still being together until he confronted me later on."
You stand up and lean over the table to cup his face in your hands so you could look him in the eyes.
"She lied to you. To him. Tell him the truth." Your voice was stern as he stared at you brokenly. "C'mon, I'll text Tomura we're on our way."
Packing your stuff quickly, you pull out your phone.
you: tell everyone Hitoshi and I are on our way over. He and Touya need to have a long conversation alone. preferably without fists.
decayedy0uth: oh god...what did you do
you: get the truth.
~*~*~*~*
Hitoshi led the way to Touya's apartment and your feelings were all over the place, but mostly exhausted from everything you learned today. When you two arrive, Hitoshi hung behind you as you knocked on the door.
Keigo opened the door silently, shooting a look at Hitoshi. He let his gaze linger before turning away, leaving you to close the door yourself.
It was deathly silent in the dorm, all of the boys sitting in the living room staring at you and Hitoshi. Awkward wasn't a strong enough word to describe the atmosphere. Your eyes immediately find Touya's and he was seething. His hair was sticking up everywhere from what you could only assume was from him running his hands through it constantly.
Clearing your throat you decide to speak up.
"I don't hate Hitoshi."
All eyes turn to you.
"What he did was...a choice," you turn and give him a pointed look, "but I don't hate him."
"But-" Yo starts to speak, but you cut him off.
"Touya." You call out, meeting his burning gaze. "Hitoshi has something to tell you."
Nudging Hitoshi, he jerks.
"Uh...can we talk in your room? No fists...just words." Hitoshi attempts a grin but it comes off as a grimace.
Touya's eyes flicker to you briefly and you nod once. Silently, he stands up walks towards you two and around, down a long hallway. Hitoshi takes a deep breath and you pat him on the arm gently for reassurance before watching him follow.
You only turn back to the rest of the boys when you hear a door close.
"What truth?" Tomura finally speaks up in regard to your text.
Taking a deep breath you walk over to the couch and sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as your eyes start to become heavy. "'s not my place to say."
You weren't sure if Tomura replied or not because your eyes were already closed. Low muffled voices of Keigo and Yo could be heard as you were lulled into a deep sleep.
~*~*~*~*
"C'mon, (Y/n)," Tomura murmurs. "Let's head back to the dorm." He was shaking you slightly and you grumble, sitting up, realizing you were now laying on his lap.
"What time is it?"
"10 pm," Tomura groans, yawning. That had you waking up more, looking around to see Hitoshi and Touya standing next to each other staring at you.
Both of their intense gazes had you flushing, still not fully awake to process what was going on. It was a relief seeing that they were in one piece and had no new visible bruises.
Standing up you yawn and rub your eyes, seeing that Yo and Keigo took turns giving Hitoshi a bro-hug goodbye.
Shooting a look at Tomura, he catches it and nods slightly with the promise to tell you everything.
Not knowing what to say, you watch Tomura say goodbye to them before turning to you. "We'll wait outside," Tomura says gently, patting your arm before leaving with Yo. Keigo says something about a shower and takes back off down the hall.
Now left in front of them, you don't feel as intimidated as you would've before. Hitoshi opens his arms slightly in question and you smile softly, giving him a hug.
"I don't deserve you," Hitoshi whispers in your ear so soft you almost didn't catch it. He hugs you tighter and you felt your heart clench and drop in confusion. "I'm sorry for everything and for handling it poorly, but you still helped me and saved my friendships."
Just over his shoulder, you see Touya watching fondly with no jealousy or envy in his eyes.
"Thank you, (Y/n)," Hitoshi whispers one last time before pulling away, not before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
Your eyes felt watery because it sounded like closure and that this was something he needed to do. Deep down you knew he was doing this for himself and for his own sake, but it still hurt because like you realized, you didn't hate him.
You don't think you ever could.
He sees the look on your face and laughs softly, ruffling your hair. "What's that look for? We're fine. We're all still friends," Hitoshi says and Touya finally comes up next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders.
You stare at them the best you could with blurry eyes, deciding to respond to Hitoshi's comment, hoping he knew you didn't hate him or that you didn't want to stop talking to him. After everything that's happened, you're just happy he made peace with Touya and hopefully the two can move forward.
"I forgive you."
~*~*~*~*
Tomura had basically told you that they were in Touya's room for hours and while you slept they watched a few movies.
"They looked a lot better when they came out," Tomura said as you two curled up under his sheets, "relieved, I mean."
You two had gotten back to the dorm and took turns in the shower before Tomura offered you to sleep in his bed. Sleeping on the couch for a third time did not sound fun.
You hum and listen as he fills you in, looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.
"Their eyes were swollen too. From crying," Tomura says in awe. "Whatever was talked about was needed like you said." So they didn't tell everyone else yet. Maybe sometime in the future, but right now they needed to process it on their own.
"I'm just happy they're okay now," you confirm, "that everyone is okay."
Tomura rolls on his side to stare at you. "Not to sound pushy but does this situation impact your decision? Or did you decide?"
Hitoshi's words echo in your head.
"I think it was decided for me."
Turning to meet Tomura's questioning gaze you tell him what Hitoshi said. It's strange, but you don't cry this time, and he cuddles you close when you finish.
"Can I tell you something without you getting mad?"
You nod.
"I think having Hitoshi tell you that makes it easier for you to not feel guilty for liking Touya," he whispers.
Rolling that around your head for a while, you sigh and pull away to look at him. "Why are you so perceptive?"
Tomura snorts.
"Psychology major."
"Ah..." That explains it. All the advice and comfort he's shown you made sense now and he was damn good at it too. "I do like Hitoshi, but after he told me about his friend getting involved when on the other end, Touya gave me space. He might've resented Hitoshi before the conversation today, but at least he was equal in letting me choose."
Tomura hums, drowsily.
"I don't think it was decided for you, I just think now you can embrace your true feelings and move forward."
"...Isn't it too soon?" You whisper.
"I'm sure they talked about you, (Y/n)," Tomura's words start slurring. You let it go after that, knowing he was right.
His deep breathing eventually lulled you to sleep.
~*~*~*~*
A few days later you decide to text Touya just to see how he was doing. Although the friend group still met up, you tagging along as your dorm was still not fixed, Touya kept his distance from you, laying off the flirty comments but still included you in conversations. Hitoshi doing the same, but it felt just friendly now. Their friendship wasn’t going back to normal overnight, so the awkwardness was present when everyone was together.
Katsuki met up with everyone at some point and he stuck by his brother’s side, on guard and looking at Touya until they disappeared for a short while, only to come back looking friendlier.
Touya has also cut off his endless supply of girls, which surprised you more than anything. Tomura gently reminds you that Touya had cut off his supply of girls since the first party and smirks when your face flushes red.
Pouting, you pull out your phone.
you: hey how are you doing?
bvrnt.eros: what's with the formalities? we just saw each other a few hours ago?
You roll your eyes.
you: yeah, but we were with everyone else. i didn't have a chance to ask you personally if you've been doing okay...
You saw him type and then stop, biting the inside of your lip not knowing why you felt nervous.
bvrnt.eros: i mean...im as good as i can be i guess. it was a lot to process and it's just weird now.
bvrnt.eros: reflecting back on what i did, i mean. but i should be asking you that question...are you okay?
This is it...
you: well...i've been doing a lot of thinking...and i know you said you'd wait for me and...
Leaving it open-ended you ease into it to see what he says before continuing.
bvrnt.eros: (Y/n)...
you: i just don't want to ruin what you and Hitoshi are trying to rebuild. but i thought about everything and the one thing that stuck out to me was how you always put me first, Touya.
you: and you never lied.
What once was a choice was now abundantly clear.
bvrnt.eros: fuck...
bvrnt.eros: can you come over?
You bolted out of Tomura's dorm without responding, the door slamming shut behind you.
"...Bye?" Yo calls out from the kitchen, a spoon hanging from his mouth in confusion as Tomura grins knowingly, placing his chin on his folded hands.
~*~*~*~*
As soon as Touya opens the door, you hug him tightly, catching him off guard as he stumbles back. That familiar woodsy musk and sandalwood smell invades your senses as you bury your face into his neck.
"Hello to you too," he teases in that flirty voice you've so desperately missed. His arms tighten around your waist, hugging you back as he kicks the door shut with his foot.
The movement put you two off balance and you end up swaying gently and Touya sighs softly, squeezing you tightly. It was just a hug, but it felt more intimate and had all the built-up tension poured into it. Arousal swirled low in your belly just from being pressed up against him.
"Thank you," you mumble against his neck, not missing the shiver when your lips brushed against his skin.
Touya hums and pulls back, moving one hand away from your waist to tilt your chin up. His eyes were low, burning with that smoldering gaze you used to despise.
"I should be thanking you," he murmurs back, eyes tracing every little detail on your face. "I learned a lot in the past few days not only about my past but also what I want for my future."
"Hm? What's that?" You ask dreamily, watching him study you just like he did in the bathroom at Tomura's. He hummed lowly, a grin pulling at his lips as his thumb traced your bottom lip.
You couldn't help but smile back, tilting your head as you leaned closer to him.
"Are you going to kiss me now?" You barely finished whispering the question when his lips finally meet yours. His groan echoed the noise you let out, tightening your hold on him. The almost-kisses were worth it if it meant the real thing would feel like this. Your knees felt weak as his tongue stroked yours, the feeling of a metal ball had you reeling in pleasure.
His hand that was gripping your chin, tilted your head back more as he kissed you deeply, the rush of it wearing off as Touya slowed the pace and took control of it. Your head felt dizzy as he pulled back to bite your bottom lip, smirking slightly before diving back in for another deep kiss.
The whine you let out was embarrassing, but damn him, you forgot he knows what he's doing and that he does it well.
"So pretty..." Touya praises, pulling away to kiss down your neck, marking you up as he tried to find that one spot that would-
"Touya~" You gasp, tilting your head to the side as he marked you, his responding growl making you shift your stance. Without taking his mouth off of you, Touya moves his hands to your ass, picking you up as he walked down a hallway.
"Keigo's not here by the way," Touya murmurs against your neck, which had you coming back to reality a bit, feeling bad you forgot they share a dorm. He kicks open his door and you don't even have time to look around his room before he gently lays you down on his bed.
Pulling away, your eyes were unfocused as you tried to stare back at him. He was above you, eyes lidded and dark as he made sure you were watching him when he took off his shirt. The abs on his stomach catch you off guard as your gaze eventually travels to his broad shoulders and lean but muscular arms.
Tattoos covered his arms and although you couldn't see his back, you could see the edges of ink on his ribcage. Your mouth dries at the sight, knowing that he is always in baggy clothing, so seeing him like this was making you squirm.
He smirked again, placing his hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you. "Like what you see, dollface?"
Narrowing your eyes, you take a deep breath and reach down, grabbing your sweatshirt to pull it off. It didn't sound like Touya was trying to be cocky, but the look of surprise on his face was enough to tell you he forgot who he was dealing with.
That endearing look came back and Touya lowered himself to kiss across your collarbones, kissing down your chest and stomach with a clear destination in mind. "These too, (Y/n)...please." Placing a kiss above the top of your pants, he stares up at you through his wild messy hair.
Did I do that?
Nodding, you give him the permission he needs to strip the rest of your clothes off your body, now only leaving you in your panties. You felt shy, not knowing what to expect as he had a lot of experience. He seemed to sense it though because he kissed your thighs gently.
"So beautiful, (Y/n)," a kiss on your inner thigh, "so perfect..." Touya groaned, this time placing a kiss over your clothed pussy that had your hips jerking. "Nono...please...lemme taste you. Lemme eat this pretty fucking pussy."
His tongue comes out, soaking the fabric as you gasp under him.
"God, (Y/n), ever since that day outside your dorm I felt this pussy throb against my leg and I just wanted to..." A growl leaves him as he pulls your panties to the side, mouth latching onto your clit directly that had your hips coming off the bed. The tongue piercing rolling over your clit had curses falling from you, Touya gripping your thighs tighter as he ate like a starved man.
It was embarrassingly loud how wet you were, the smacking sounds of his mouth against your pussy as he groaned heavily, panting as he leaned up on one arm to use his other hand to part your swollen lips. "Oh fuck~" Touya slid his fingers through you, collecting your wetness as he stroked your clit gently before moving down to your entrance. He looked as far gone as you felt. Leaning his cheek against your thigh, he kisses it once and watches your face as he eases a finger inside.
Your mouth dropped open and your head fell back, "Touya!"
The sound he made in response to you saying his name had you clenching around his finger. "Yeah? Lemme find that spot for you, dollface...wanna make you cum~" He sounded drunk and the heat was building in your core fast, the sounds leaving your mouth long and high.
It felt so fucking good and when a warm and wet mouth attaches itself to your clit again, that finger twisting before curling up had you crying out, gripping his hair as your orgasm washes over you. Touya works you through it, all too happy to be trapped in between your thighs as you ride his face, his mouth following your clit when you tried to get away.
"S-sensitive!" You cry, tears of pleasure blurring your eyes as Touya slowed his suction, a muffled whine vibrating against you.
"Mm...yeah okay, I'm done-" Touya pulls off, sucking your juices before sliding his tongue back to your clit making you squeal his name again. "'M coming up..." he pulls away reluctantly, looking thoroughly fucked out and satisfied.
You couldn't imagine what you looked like, breathing heavily, face flushed. He leans up over you again, kissing you softly and you whine from embarrassment tasting yourself.
"Okay?" He asks gently, pulling back once you two slowed your breathing. Nodding, a genuine smile graces his lips, a dimple appearing on the side of his mouth you've never seen before.
The discovery distracts you long enough to not realize that Touya pulled his pants down and tore open a condom wrapper to roll it on. "I'm going to go slow okay?" He whispers gently, pulling your ruined panties off as he settles in between your legs again.
Your arms wind their way around his neck as he guides his cock to your entrance. He held eye contact as he went deeper, gritting his teeth as your jaw dropped at feeling small bumps move against your inner walls.
"What the fuck-" you whine, shuddering at the realization. The one dream you had days ago flashes vividly in your head and you cover your face with your hands.
"Does it hurt?" Touya asks softly, panting and he gently pried your hands away from your face. He stopped pushing in and you felt dizzy not knowing how much was left or how far he even got.
The difference between this Touya and the one you dreamt about made your heart warm. He looked concerned, thumb stroking your cheek as he waited for you to answer. Taking a deep breath you shake your head and smile.
"I'm okay."
Touya kisses you again, going slow. He takes his time with you, learning what makes you feel good, pulling every moan, gasp, and mewl he could all while staring at you lovingly. He checked on you throughout, making you feel cared for and when he finally brought you to the edge, he held you tightly, whispering praises in your ear as he helped you ride it out. His own groans of pleasure let you know he felt everything you did and enjoyed himself just as much.
After, he cleaned you up and gave you a shirt to borrow as you two cuddled together under the sheets, content and happy. Being in his arms felt safe and after everything that's happened in the past week, all the hell that occurred, being here with Touya...
He felt like heaven.
~*~*~*~*
🚨!!!ATTENTION!!!🚨 All students in the SOUTH dormitories, the heating system has been restored. We would like to extend our sincere gratitude to other students who helped with accommodations. Once again, we deeply apologize for the inconvenience as the safety of our students is the utmost priority-
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Some Brahms Heelshire headcanons that have been little worms rotting my brain for a while. I want to understand him better <3
Many of these are x reader bc I couldn’t help myself
Starting with some ‘common knowledge’ stuff I generally agree on: yes, he is a sweaty boy. I actually think he has more anxiety than you might initially think he has, and this nervousness sort of goes towards causing it.
I touched on this in my Brahms fic months ago but this man really needs a routine in his life. He needs consistency and structure, and doesn’t react well to sudden change. He needs to approve of every nanny that is offered to him, they can’t just be introduced without his say-so. Nor can any of his rules be broken or altered, or ever strayed from. He’s very particular about certain things and what he likes and dislikes. Put it this way: if he isn’t pleased with something, you will know one way or the other.
His diet is very predictable and simple - some might even say bland - and this is also along the same line as this need for routine. Side note, but I think if you gave him spicy food he’d probably die or something… He’s English after all kwkdflf
Being confined inside the walls of the Heelshire estate most of the time has led to him developing a touch of Agoraphobia. He’s also definitely an indoors person, while I believe he may be able to appreciate the beauty of nature, mostly something like a well-tended garden, he’d prefer to remain at a distance. If he had to choose, he enjoys admiring english roses the most. He wouldn’t protest much if you decided to bring in a few to put in a vase.
Also, the vast amounts of time Brahms has on his hands (when not spent watching his nanny or parents, when they were still alive) goes towards cultivating his many hobbies; and he has many different interests. He may not have been part of any public schooling system, but that doesn’t really mean anything, he absorbs information eagerly regardless. He’s an avid reader and probably knows the Heelshire mansion’s library inside and out at this point, with both fiction and non-fiction (although you just know he was raised on a diet of pre-approved classics) catching his interest. Some of these beloved favourites are quite weathered and worn-out now. You know the kind I’m talking about, hanging practically by a thread from the spine…
Brahms is also a big music guy. His parents probably were as well. I mean, I personally believe they named him after the composer. We see in the movie that the music needs to be played loud, probably so he can hear reverberating all through the house (although tbh the way the house is, it doesn’t take that much. He still just wants it LOUD). Given that we can see a violin in his room, as well as sheet music, I think he can play both it and the piano. It would’ve been difficult for him to stop enjoying this, since he had to pretend he didn’t exist when a nanny/Greta was there.
Before the fire, his parents (particularly his mother) saw his upstart skill with music as the potential to become the next great composer, and pushed him towards improving it. Even if these expectations caused some stress for him back then, Brahms still loves playing dearly now.
He also sees this as an opportunity to impress upon you that he’s incredibly suave and attractive and cultured™️ so that you’ll stay. In his mind, if he comes across as interesting enough, he’ll have a better chance of wooing you into permanent residence in his house. That grocery boy is his sworn enemy in part because, deep down, he‘s self-aware enough to know that there are many difficulties to being with a man like him. Brahms is a complex mixture of quite spoiled and entitled vs insecurity, and he doesn’t enjoy confronting these thoughts either.
Oh, as for how he’d react to new music that isn’t classical, I don’t think it would entirely be a hatred for something new. While there may be a period of ‘what is this s/o this is not on the schedule?’ Brahms is a curious boy at heart, a man who was sequestered from the rest of the world and had much of his knowledge intake restricted, particularly by his mother. It will not be an immediate appreciation from him, but I think that this curiosity - and his desire to get to know you better - will win over in the end.
While I know it’s popular consensus that he’s a horny boy and very clingy and touch starved, (which I agree with to some degree), I also think one thing he’s been missing his entire life is good, intelligent conversation. His parents tended to talk at him rather than to him, and, well… It’s left him quite isolated and lonely, only able to imagine making a human connection through novels and daydreams. Brahms is one of the few slashers who does speak and I think he can speak quite well and eloquently. This might surprise you if you’ve gotten used to the doll persona, but Brahms the man is so real, so raw, and he’s formed an unbreakable bond with you before you’ve even realised he exists. He craves a genuine connection with you that goes beyond just lust, and I honestly believe he can be gentle. We see how tenderly he treats the Greta doll for instance, how it seems to be well looked after and given lots of space on his bed. A real person isn’t the same as a body-pillow, but… I don’t think he’d be as terrible a lover as people think.
He absolutely has major attachment issues and separation anxiety though. It only gets worse after Greta, after his parents… And yeah, he is clingy as fuck. Brahms can get addicted to actual, physical human touch very quickly. For far too long, he’s been substituting with pillows and dolls; but he’s had quite enough of dolls, now. I can honestly see him developing some resentment towards the thing, because although it has been his ‘persona’ for many years, it isn’t really him. Basically, once he’s revealed himself, Brahms could care less what happens to it… It might be therapeutic for him to even smash it himself, yeah? It’s a tantrum he needs to throw.
Anyway on a lighter note, it gets very draughty in the Heelshire mansion - it’s old, after all. He’s a hound for cuddles all the time, but especially during the winter months because he’s desperate for some heat and human connection. He enjoys lying on top of you like some kind of weighted blanket, and also likes it when you do the same to him. Curl up on his fuzzy chest and pour over a book together, it’s practically mandatory at this point <3
I can’t see him wanting children with you at all, sorry. He’s way too selfish honestly lol. He hogs your affection and love day and night and he’s pretty shameless about it. Besides, he’s just not father material to be entirely honest. he’s your baby why do you want another one
Also any pets you have are on on thin ice… He wouldn’t hurt them (I wouldn’t like to believe so anyway) but he’s always jealous and sulky if he thinks you’re spending more time with them than him, even if it’s like. Five more minutes yes he has a record, probably a calendar or something. He tends to plop his curly head on your lap and demand you stroke it and lavish your attention on him until he’s satisfied. Which will probably be never tbh.
#Ty to the beets in the server who helped me materialise these thoughts a bit more <3#I wrote ssoooo much on this man holy shit#The Boy#Brahms Heelshire#Brahms#Brahms x reader#Brahms headcanons#Brahms Heelshire headcanons#headcanons#my writing
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the attack
summary: marc was no stranger to a rough fight. but what happens when one fight is a bit too much?
word count: 1.4k
warnings: language, descriptions of blood/wounds/death, marc has a panic attack, angstier than i wanted tbh but
a/n: this was supposed to be fluffy but it turned out so dark i'm sorry idk what happened
another a/n: i want to note that everyone's panic attacks look different, and i tried to factor in what ive seen from moon knight and my own experience with panic attacks to write marc's
He had to get home.
He had to get home, and fast.
His hand came to rest on the bricks of a building beside him as he heaved in a breath, instantly regretting it as sharp pain sliced across his abdomen. With bleary eyes, he looked up to meet the window of a car that held Steven. “Mate, you’re not looking great–” Marc waved him off. “I’m fine, Steven. I just have to-” he shoved himself off the wall with a grunt of effort. “Get home.”
“Please just call y/n.”
“No,” Marc huffed, his patience and energy to argue with Steven wearing painfully thin. “I’m fine.”
“Really?” Jake snorted from a window to his right. “Doesn’t look like it.”
“Fuck off, both of you.”
“Please, Marc-“ Steven tried to placate.
“I can do this by myself.”
“I’m not sure that's a good-”
“Steven!” Marc yelled, exasperated and tired. “Stop.”
The man’s only response was to duck his head with a solemn glare.
“Spector—“
The said man whirled on the window. “You too, Jake.”
Jake went to say more, but instead decided to put his tongue back in his mouth and prepare to take control instead.
Marc’s jaw clenched in short victory, and he moved his focus to walking. Only two more buildings. He told himself. His eyes darted every which way in a sort of frantic habit, shoulders tense in his vulnerability. Shoulders tense in the knowledge that if he were to be attacked right now, he wouldn’t make it out alive.
Deep down, he knows that Steven is right. He should call you. He’s aware that you won’t judge his strained words, won’t do anything but get to him as fast as possible. You’ll leave the engine running in your beat up Honda, dash over to where he’d since crumpled onto the ground, toss his arm over your shoulder and haul him into the car and then to your shared apartment, careful to avoid his bloody limbs from touching anything. You’ll patch him up and put him back on his feet, just like you always do.
But– something holds him back tonight. Maybe it’s the blood from the cut that seems to be too deep, something that the suit should have protected him from. Maybe it’s Khonsu’s lying words that ‘it’ll be a quick one tonight, worm.’ Maybe it’s the fact that he let the man’s words get to him, let them crawl under his skin and make a permanent home in his brain.
Marc Ssspector.
He shook his head, trying to stop the memories before they started.
I heard about your childhood. Tragic, really.
He was nearly there now, maybe a building or two away.
Your brother’s death must’ve cut you deep, knowing that it was your fault.
He swallowed down his panic.
And then what? Your brother dead, your mother abusive, your father nothing but a shell of a man.
His hands started to shake. Not good, not good, he told himself, he cannot be having a panic attack right now.
No wonder Khonsu wanted you. How easy it must’ve been to take a trainwreck like you in, to make you do all of his dirty work.
Marc’s breaths became labored as he tried to shove down his pain, both wound and the sharp ended words.
But did Khonsu ever really want you at all?
Marc’s eyes fell to his feet in frustration and in shame.
Did Layla ever really want you at all?
All he had to do was move his right foot up and forward. Why was it so hard?
Did y/n ever want you at all?
His vision swam with tears as he let them fall down his face, angry and sad and panicked.
Does anyone ever really want you at all?
He fell to his knees, letting out a yelp of pain.
It was at this moment he realized he might be dying.
He’d done it twice, and he could do it again. It seemed probable. At the moment, being free of his mind and his pain was sounding increasingly appealing. No more guilt, no more trauma, no more Khonsu, no more people taking his heart and shattering it on the floor.
But as he feels his head go light and his vision rim with white, the only thing he can think of is you. You and your bright smile and perfect eyes and the way you got him, the way you were always there for him and his alters. Steven and Jake too met the front of his mind as he thanked whatever was out there that brought him such amazing people to surround himself with.
– ✮ –
When Marc came to, he wasn’t in that boat he’d been on with Steven nor was he met with the dirty ground of the street outside his apartment building. No, he was in a bed, his bed. Which meant he was home, in his house. Which meant–
You came strolling in then, and he drank up the sight of you like a man who’d been starved of water. You were wearing one of your typical comfy Saturday outfits, when you’d sit on the couch and write or doodle while he watched some sport lazily, your head on his shoulder and his heart in your hands. Your eyes met his, and they all but softened as he watched you recognize that it was him. You were by his side in a second, holding him down by his shoulders as he tried to sit up. “Don’t do that, Marc, you’re still healing.”
The events hit him like a truck. Being hurt, the man, Steven telling him to call you, the attack, blacking out.
“How am I alive right now?” Was the only thing he could get out of his mouth as you sighed. “From what I know, Jake took over and called me. I managed to get you to the hospital because I didn’t think I’d be able to patch you up,” you sucked in a breath harshly, and Marc’s hand met yours with a squeeze of support, of sorry. “I was so scared, Marc. There was so much blood and even Jake was barely managing to get his words out–”
“Hey,” He winced, but still moved his hand to cup your jaw and grab your gaze. “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”
You snorted. “Shoulda thought about that before you tried to walk home while bleeding out of your fucking abdomen.”
“I thought I could get home.”
“Yeah, good going on—“ you stopped abruptly, taking a deep breath and recentering your mindset. “I’m sorry, Marc. I’ve just been worried about you and everything that happened, and I couldn’t do anything about your wound and sitting in that waiting room— which felt like an asylum with how white it was— for what felt like years for the doctors to help you was the most anxiety inducing thing I’ve ever experienced. But it’s okay, you’re fine, I’m fine, everything is gonna be fine.”
Marc’s thumb brushed tenderly across your cheekbone to catch fallen tears, brows knit in worry. “You’re right, I’m here.”
“Please,” your voice was a whisper as you lent into his hand. “Please never do that to me again.”
“I won’t.”
“Please, I know it's hard to ask for help. I know real well from experience that it’s hard. But it’s worth it. It’s worth it not to watch you attached to whatever the fuck they put you on in the hospital, not to collapse onto the ground a block away in excruciating pain. Right?”
“Right.” Marc nodded.
“I love you.” You said those words as if you could lift any of his worries and insecurities and carry them into the sky above.
“I love you too.” His hand slid to cup the back of your neck, pulling you down to meet his smiling lips.
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kakashi x obito, for the ask meme
Send me a ship and I'll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it
this one gets a complicated answer! basically: i don't love this ship, but i can sense it has the potential to give me extreme brain worms and that frightens me
kakashi/obito is like sasunaru in that i'm not particularly invested in it, but i do just assume that's what's going to happen if you let them interact long enough. in my kakashi/sasori fic, i have been trying to rotate how to keep obito AWAY from kakashi because i cannot see it NOT turning into kakashi/obito if he's there. that's how powerful this ship is. plus, unlike narusasu, they're both fucked up adults, which just makes the ship.... idk, hotter?
but! but but but. i don't super like canon obito, and i definitely don't like most fanon obito. in canon he's inconsistent and doesn't make sense. fanon!obito is often also just like.... taken too seriously to be fun.
here's where the brain worms come in. i realized you can just write obito as a very fucked up person actively losing his mind over the course of your fic, and that's fun. you can just make him totally and completely unhinged and it fixes the inconsistency of canon. also? you can? make him funny??? like OBVIOUSLY he had to take a several month detour from his evil plans to harass Deidara for no reason. duh. how was he supposed to NOT do that? now imagine he has the opportunity to drop everything and go bother KAKASHI, the man he has the most insane feelings possible over. the man he had permanently implant a piece of his own body. the man he watched killed his first love. his best friend. a guy who's been obsessively mimicking him for a decade. how do you NOT ship this?????
right now i'm safe. but i can feel the threat. i am fighting off brain worms as we speak
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people that actually think (and bitch about) Harley "being part of the Batfam" are so annoyingly funny to me cause like y'all really saw a couple panels & group shots and just ran with it huh? no bothering to even read the dialogue cause who does that? like oh nooo, she was there during the war her ex started and she tagged along with Batman cause she'd literally saved his life and she wanted to put an end to Joker.
Bruce: "Joker's at Ace Chemical. I'll go to him there. I'll put an end to this."
Harley: "And I'm going with, so I can kill Joker."
Jason: "Wait what?!"
Bruce: "That's not what's happening."
Harley: "Wait, why the hell is that not what's happening? That's the whole reason I came here!"
Batman (2016 - ) #106 Cover
like omfg move on ! the Joker war arc was literal years ago. (2020-2021) it's been fucking years shut up about shit you never got in the first place it makes you look moronic.
cause sorry is Bruce not allowed friends? do you just jump to the assumption that every single person he's friends with and is part of a group panel has been by default now legitimately added to the Batfam? do you think he's out here adding members as if he's unlocking new characters in the Lego Batman game & they've been permanently added to his gallery? like is it hard? having brain worm disease? cause why are y'all so stupid jfc? 😭
#batman cant have friends cuz actually theres a law that says any person he views positively will be immediately added to the family roster#yes the family is very big and yes holidays are hectic#bruce knows a lot of people and most of them are by law part of the family#harley quinn#harleen quinzel#dc comics#bruce wayne#batman#i love the idea of her being friendly with the batfam but like it's not at that point in the comics so its annoying when people#hate on her / hate on the comics because of something thats not true#♧ comic thoughts ♧
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