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raisedbythetv89 · 6 days

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The writers I think mostly completely by accident with the assistance of James charming his way into becoming a main character created the perfect storm to ensure people who love spike would reach absolute peak levels of being completely obsessively deranged about him forever

Season 2:

He’s a punk rock villain with killer cheekbones, enchanting eyes, and an absolutely DEVILISH smile - who’s an incredibly dedicated and dangerous fighter who specifically seeks out challenging fights he’s not guaranteed to win (brave and reckless - normally traits seen in heroes) hates everyone except his mentally ill physically sick wife (the statistics of men who leave their wives when they get sick in the US is horrifying like nurses literally have to warn married women who get sick it happens so often) who he’s hopelessly devoted to and unbelievably soft with and always listens to her while also exuding a psychotic amount of sex appeal and is just F U N he loves being a vampire and he loves fighting and it makes it so much fun for the audience. While still showing how much he respects and admires his enemy for her skill, strength, resourcefulness, and intelligence - NEVER underestimating her just because she’s a tiny blonde girl - and instead of destroying the world for love he SAVES the world for love - a villain doing good to get the love of his life back who essentially dumped him for her ex????????? D E V O T E D and shockingly extremely trustworthy??? And has amazing chemistry with our heroine and is there for a pivotal moment in her life and is the only one there for her when she has no one else????? *enemies to lovers girlies ENTER THE CHAT*

Season 3:

He shows he fucking MEANS IT when he says Dru is the love of his life when he shows up in Sunnydale because he blames Angel not Buffy or Drusilla but the man actually responsible for all their problems and he is the most pathetic mess we’ve ever SEEN!!!! He’s crying and drunk all the time and he’s so sad he goes to Buffy’s mom TO TALK 💀😭 our pathetic sensitive little self admitted lover boy who KNOWS he’s love’s bitch and he won’t be pretending he’s anything otherwise who shows how clearly he sees and understands other people and the depths of his emotional intelligence so much so Buffy herself admits she can’t fool Spike she can fool her friends BUT NOT SPIKE OR HERSELF EXCUSE ME MA’AM WHAT???????

AND Spike doesn’t just uselessly MOPE forever he gets some perspective and is like I know what I’m gonna do to her back and I’m gonna go do that now! 😁👍🏻 showing he never stays down for long and is always gonna get back up to keep fighting for his love while BOTH he and Buffy still honor the truce even though he’s broken it by coming back??? While Buffy’s all “I violently dislike you” YEAH OK GIRL WHATEVER YOU SAY *enemies to lovers girlies chomping at the bit intensifies*

Season 4:

CLEARLY heartbroken about Drusilla (DEVOTED!!!) but it’s turned into anger and resentment directed at Harmony who how bizarre looks nothing like Drusilla but A LOT like Buffy…… hmmmmmmmmmmmmm HOW INTERESTING *enemies to lovers girlies are vibrating with anticipation that turns into a full blown combustion when something blue happens*

Spike doesn’t pretend to love Harmony in order to get what he wants from her (shown in direct contrast to Parker) he’s ironically very honest despite being a villain - he’s showing he’s STILL loyal to Drusilla in ONLY loving her even after she’s dumped him... again!

We see Spike treat Buffy the EXACT same way he treated Drusilla during something blue reaffirming THIS IS HOW THIS MAN LOVES WHEN HE LOVES YOU. He’s extremely affectionate, helpful, protective, caring - D E V O T E D - and is truly just the most certified lover boy we’ve ever fucking seen

Season 5:

SURPRISE HE’S SECRETLY A LOVESICK MAMA’S BOY POET AT HEART UNDERNEATH THE BAD BOY PERSONA AND A PROTECTIVE BIG BROTHER AND NOW BUFFY AND HER FAMILY’S MOST LOYAL DEFENDER AND IS WILLING TO DIE NOT JUST FOR BUFFY BUT FOR ALL THE SUMMERS WOMEN AND HE KNOWS AND SEES BUFFY SO DEEPLY AND INTIMATELY AND CAN HOLD SPACE FOR HER PAIN LIKE NO ON ELSE CAN AND SHOWS THE DEVOTION THAT ONCE BELONGED TO DRUSILLA NOW BELONGS TO BUFFY AND IT IS GOING NOWHERE EVEN WHEN SHE DIES AND WE'VE SEEN IN HIM CRY BEFORE BUT NEVER HAVE WE SEEN HIM BREAK DOWN LIKE HE DOES AT THE SIGHT OF BUFFY'S BODY!!!!!!!!!!!

*all of us screaming, crying, throwing up, climbing the walls and generally just losing our minds*

Season 6:

No soul, his love is so great for Buffy as is his loyalty and devotion to her, he now helps all of his dead love’s friends fight evil and is raising her sister and dreams of saving her every night for 148 nights 🤚🏻😭 don’t even fucking talk to me I can’t take it

Forgive the absolute 180 in tone change here:

Dick game is FIRE - his touch is the only thing that makes Buffy feel alive AND SHE WAS IN HEAVEN BRO SHE KNOWS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE IN HEAVEN AND SPIKE IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING HER GOING like damn girl yes YOU FUCK THAT HOUSE DOWN!!! Also he is now just naked 50% of the time just to drive us all even FURTHER out of our minds and somehow has just gotten even hotter as the seasons have gone on like this is what’s been hiding under the leather jacket all this time! Enjoy!

And THE MOST unintended consequence of jw’s vindictive writing:

SPITE

He clearly didn’t want us to love Spike and tried to manipulate us into hating him in such a blatant and clumsy ooc attempt all that did was weed out the weakest amongst the Spuffy/Spike fans until all that remained were us:

The most devoted and stubborn fans who REFUSED to have the thing they loved ruined or taken away from us and were smart enough to see through his bullshit manipulation attempt in the first place.

Genuinely they created the equivalent of supersoilder strength level fans with this absolutely lethal combination of events 💀

AND THEN as if all that wasn't enough he goes and gets his soul on purpose for Buffy so he can be the man she deserves and she can love him without hating herself for loving him despite the immense pain it will cause him which is the most selfless thing we have ever seen anyone do for Buffy only to be topped when he sacrifices himself to destroy the hellmouth, save the world and free her from Sunnydale!!! Plus ya know once he gets the soul even though he did it for her he never tries to use that as leverage to get anything from her like he truly expects nothing from her at all but still wants to help her and James delivers the most devastating performances we've ever fucking seen, finally tells her friends off which has needed to happen for 5 seasons, the "you're the one speech" him being a dad to all the potentials with Buffy giving us supernatural parent core who made it through their rough patch with their first kid in season 6 with Dawn and now are just the beautiful team with their found family and Buffy finally has someone who can truly carry her burdens with her and just all the tenderness and devotion they both deserve after so many years of pain and fighting. Basically giving the audience the message that even if you have a metric ton of pain and trauma there are people out there who see you and understand you and there is a chance for you to heal both together and separately to build your own version of a more normal and stable life. It's a message of such hope and I personally know several people, including myself who watched what Spike and Buffy have and it inspired us to look at the relationships we were in and realize we deserved SO MUCH MORE than what we were getting and in my case it turned out I was being emotionally abused and manipulated that entire time!! Much like Buffy was by both Riley and Angel. So it isn't an exaggeration to say Spuffy saved my life in a lot of ways both in being there for me at such a dark time and helping me draw a map of how to get out. Not to mention loving them in fandom spaces has helped me connect with so many people just like me who share very similar experiences and have helped me feel so much less alone and has helped me heal in so many ways 🖤

Spuffies get "hOw cAn yOu liKe sPiKe aFtEr wHaT hE dId" all the fucking time and truly the better question is how can you NOT like Spike???? HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION AT ALL??? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT GOOD RELATIONSHIPS NEED TO WORK?? BECAUSE AT THEIR CORE SPUFFY HAS THEM ALL!

It's jw writing so NOTHING will escape his toxic bullshit but Spike - because he was hated by jw for so long - so much of the time when he tried to make Spike less popular he just kept making him better and more complex and more and more targeted to the female gaze which is exactly why he snapped and made the choices he literally forced everyone else to go along with despite their protests with that scene to make it the most traumatizing scene in all of Buffy history not just for the audience but for the actors as well because yes it is incredibly horrific and upsetting to watch (which is why I skip it on rewatches) but I still am able to see if for what it is which is a narcissist lashing out at people he hates because he hasn't been able to control them and too bad for him I refuse to be manipulated by his bullshit so it failed completely and made so many of us that much more stubbornly protective of Spike and his and Buffy's relationship not just from other fans but from the creator himself 🙃🖕🏻like he basically just trauma bonded us to Spike and Buffy which has led to the creation of one of the most devoted, loyal, intelligent fanbases who is absolutely unhinged (affectionate) with their love of this character and his relationship which is why we are all still creating and writing about this character 25 year later and show absolutely zero signs of slowing down or stopping 💀

#spuffy #spike btvs #meta #btvs meta #spike and buffy meta #spike btvs meta #spuffy meta #also every spuffy I know shares so much life experiences and personality traits with buffy herself like we are often making choices #and judgements about the narrative from the perspective of buffy herself & we’re all picking spike #so many people who pick other love interests truly so often rarely see buffy for who she is either #if you don’t get spuffy you don’t truly understand buffy herself

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lackablazeical · 4 months

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💙🥀Leonardo Hamato🥀💙

Specific Trigger Warnings -

Stalking, harassment, manipulation, physical/mental/emotional abuse of a partner, objectification of others, threats/acts of violence, yandere-like actions and behavior, violation of consent/boundaries (specifically to actions such as hugging, kissing, snuggling, grabbing, etc.), child neglect

Specific boundaries w/ this character -

Do not glorify/romantize/endorse Leo's actions ("I wish someone cared about me this much" etc etc.)

Do not ship Leo with anyone. At all.

Do not treat Leo as 'fixable' or anything of the like, or imply that he could/should be 'forgiven'.

Do not imply romantic/sexual intention when Leo is touching someone. He just likes physical touch, that is all.

General info -

Leo's birthday is October 27th. He is a Scorpio ♏️

Leo's main love language is physical touch, but he can give love through all five.

Leo is a sex-repulsed Panromantic Vincian man. He can feel romantic attraction but only feels any type of deeper attraction/connection with non-women.

Leo has combined-type ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder).

Leo has ASPD (Antisocial Personality Disorder).

Personality traits -

Leo is loyal, protective, obsessive, slow-to-anger, charismatic, controlling, manipulative, forgetful, strategic, and vengeful.

Leo doesn't get angry easily. He may get annoyed, but genuine anger is rare and hard to bring out. Often, it's a build-up of small things that makes him lash out, usually violently.

Leo is extremely loyal to those he loves. He will absolutely kill and die for his family, and for Usagi. Family is the most important thing to him, and he will choose them over anything else.

Leo, as a strategist, rarely ever does things without a plan in place. While his actions may seem impulsive or non-sensical, they are often to drive people apart, cause fear/pain, etc. Leo is extremely smart, and knows how to twist situations into his favor.

Leo is a control freak. He can't stand not being in control, and will do whatever it takes to maintain the power he does have. If that means violence, then that means violence.

Leo will spiral and be sent into complete delusion and panic if he's left without affectionate physical contact for too long. He needs it to feel grounded, and he will force the contact if he must to stay sane.

Important details -

His insomnia -

Leo has extremely intense insomnia. This is a result of an error when he was mutated. Originally, Draxum intended for all the brothers to require less sleep, so they could spend more time fighting wars and such. Instead, Leo got an overdose of that specific chemical, resulting in the state we see today, whereas his brothers got off with no ill effects.

He is physically unable to sleep for around a month, but Leo is able to force himself to stay awake for just under around 3-4 months before his body begins to shut down. Leo can't control this, and he is likely to pass out mid-conversation or while doing something because of this.

This insomnia has extreme physical effects on Leo. It results in glassy vision, sluggish movement/behavior, extremely bad memory issues, delusions, inability to concentrate for very long, and carelessness. Leo also has a lower natural heart rate because of this, and his eyes strain more easily. He also has extremely shakey hands, which mostly present themselves when he is typing/drawing/writing.

Leo's siblings don't care for Leo's behavior after being rested, so they often make attempts to keep him awake/wake him up faster. Without intervention, Leo can sleep for days. With intervention, he may get 6-8 hours max.

After being freshly rested -

After Leo has recently gotten sleep, he is noticeably more helpful, respectful, withdrawn, and thoughtful. He is more likely to notice smaller details, remember things better, etc. He is also nicer, and will better listen to things like 'no'.

This state lasts around 1-3 weeks, depending on how much sleep he got previously. He may revert back to his regular behavior faster if exposed to a catalyst (someone made him angry, he gets a look/smell/taste of blood, etc.)

His relationship with Big Mama -

Leo hates Big Mama. He distrusts her and her motives, and hates how she treats Splinter, Mikey, and Donnie. Game recognizes Game, Manipulative recognizes Manipulative.

Leo keeps BM alive exclusively for Splinter and Mikey. He is willing to kill her the second either of them gives him the word.

Leo will be courteous to her if he has to be. He will accept her gifts and call her Mother, but he makes his absolute distain of her very clear. He refuses to be alone with her and will silence anyone trying to tell her personal facts about him violently.

BM was the one who gifted Leo his sword as a sort of peace offering. It didn't work, but he took it anyway. Now, he never goes anywhere without it.

Leo is very strict about BM not knowing about Usagi. He regularly threatens his and Usagi's brothers to stay quiet about Usagi, and makes it clear that it is their necks on the line if he finds out they told her. BM would use Usagi as a pawn to get Leo to listen to her, and Leo refuses to give up his control.

BM is aware of some of the other Miyamotos (specifically Kenichi, Ishida, and Riko) but does not know about Usagi specifically. She just knows that they have more siblings. She also does not know that Leo has a connection with Usagi.

Leo and BM are actually quite similar, with their controlling and manipulative natures. Never tell Leo that, though. Unless you want your head cut off.

His stalking -

Leo began stalking around 10 years old. Most of his targets would only be interests between 1-3 months, before Leo got bored/they died/etc.

Leo has had 36 victims, including Usagi.

Leo does not have a preference when he stalks. Age, gender, species, etc has no effect on who he fixates on. Though he is likely to be more violent/intense towards male/masc people if they are his current focus.

Leo typically treats any death similar to a breakup. He'll cry, stew in his feelings, etc. It annoys the hell out of his entire family. Leo often gets over it quickly.

Leo fixated on Usagi differently because he was introduced to Usagi differently. Leo actually saved him from being mugged, which is the first time Leo had ever felt like an actual hero. This sent him into a complete spiral of obsession, and now Leo only and will only ever have eyes for Usagi.

His dynamic with Usagi -

Leo is an abuser. He is Usagi's abuser. He manipulates him, physically/mentally/emotionally harms him, etc.

Leo does not insult, slap, punch, or put down Usagi. Leo is very verbally affectionate to Usagi, which is one of the reasons people do not pick up on what is really happening.

Leo will bite, shove, pin, yank, choke, throw, or restrain Usagi. He is very controlling of Usagi's movement.

Leo does not explicitly put Usagi down, but will make Usagi feel powerless, dependent, etc. As example, Leo would NEVER say "You're nothing without me", but he WOULD say "where would you be without me?"

Usagi barters time and affection with Leo to get Leo to let him do what he wants. Leo often only properly upholds these deals around half the time. This could be holding hands for 10 minutes so that Usagi can go to the store with his brothers, etc etc. Leo is very much giving "changed the terms at the last moment" vibes.

Leo would become a husk of a person if he lost Usagi. He would slaughter anyone in his way if they tried to take Usagi (except his brothers, ofc.) Everyone is very aware of the fact Leo would act out violently if Usagi tried to leave him.

This is not to say Leo will always pick Usagi. If it is a life-or-death, no other option situation, Leo will pick his family over Usagi instantly, no hesitation, nothing. He will mourn afterward, though.

Leo's favoritism -

If Leo loves someone, in his mind, they can do no wrong. He will make excuses, ignore facts, and twist the narrative to remove blame from that person. He may also find a scapegoat to blame the behavior on instead.

If two people Leo loves are fighting, he doesn't pick sides. He will completely ignore the problem and say that it doesn't matter.

Leo is very much of the opinion that 'its in the past, so it doesn't matter.' So what people say, actions they take, past trauma, etc. Doesn't matter to him. This could be contributed to his memory problems as well.

After a fight, Leo will comfort the one that he thinks is more upset, aka more 'in need of support.' Typically, this will be Usagi.

Leo's power level -

Leo is the most dangerous of his brothers, WITH his sword. He could easily take any of his brothers down with it.

Without his sword, Leo is the weakest of his brothers. Leo is not good at hand-to-hand combat, and his fighting style completely relies on his sword and portals.

Fun facts -

Leo's favorite food is candied strawberries. He loves anything sweet or fruity.

Leo loves play wrestling and will often get very invested in any fights he gets in with his brothers or Usagi.

Leo has an extremely good pain tolerance. He would be able to walk on a broken leg and barely even register it.

Leo is a mystic prodigy, and his teleporting ability is entirely self-taught. It is much more sporadic and 'glitchy' than Rise, but Leo is still able to get things where they need to go. Leo's swords can split, and be either 1 or 2 weapons. 1 sword can create solid, doorway-like portals. 2 swords mean Leo can teleport between them, if he throws or embeds them in something.

Leo loves pop music, as well as 60s-90s Spanish music. He has an antique radio that he loves to listen to. Leo will also listen to rap/dubstep/hip-hop for Mikey and Don.

Leo loves rom-coms, and that is where Leo gets most of his ideas of love/romance from. He does not watch good rom-coms.

Leo babies his brothers quite a lot, but it is out of genuine care and adoration.

Tags that include Leo -

#addams! Leo, #addams! Leosagi, #addams! Hamatos, #addams! Disaster twins

#addams! tmnt au #addams! leo #addams! leosagi #addams! hamatos #addams! disaster twins

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biggiedraws · 1 year

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been rewatching bungou stray dogs because the new season is coming out, and i just finished the double black episode...... god. worms in my brain. the way chuuya goes from "im gonna kill you 😡😡" to "dazai! are you okay?? no, you cant die here!" or how dazai makes a suggestion and chuuya brushes him off and hes like "when have i ever been wrong" god they make me violently ill. the way they can speak in code and have a dumb fucking couple nickname...... or the shit like dazai complimenting chuuyas taste in shoes and he goes "really??" and dazais like "nah lol" i hate them i hate them i hate them theyre so affectionate theyre mortal enemies theyre at each others throats they trust each other with their lives i am so so so ill

#bsd #soukoku #i am sooooo normal about them #bungou stray dogs

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thisfanisgonesorry · 1 year

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Scout/Sniper and his S/O who has a habit of biting, even in their sleep, they’ll come up behind him while he’s doing something and just starts *NOM* on his shoulder, not like a violent, trying to hurt him way, more of an affectionate lovey way 🥰

im gonna confess that i love writing fic titles but i hate trying to come up with fic titles for fics where u straight up just fucking sleep. like the fuck am i supposed to name this. if someone wants to kindly drop a handful of sleep related fic titles into my ask ill make out with you /lh

anyway, sorry it took me a while, love u sm, thanks for the request, sorry its short but my birthday is this week so im kinda just chillin and rotating between fics as i please so i hope this lil drabble is okay :3 ,, im not a huge huge fan of biting in a non sexual way but this is fun !! i liked writing this :D

tags: fluff, estab, cuddling, biting. hickeys kinda?? youre a little fucking vampire is what you are

<3<3<3

I was sprawled out across the bed, waiting for Mick to come home. His pillow was tightly in my arms and it smelled faintly of him. There was a slight click and creak as the door opened and he creeped in. He gently placed his things down on the floor as he began to undress quietly, taking off his shirt, jeans and boots.

“Darlin’, I’m gonna need that.” He whispered as he slowly got into bed and gently tried untangling my arms from his pillow.

“Mhmmm, no, ‘s comfy.” I mumbled out, unwrapping my arms so he could take it.

“So you are awake?” He laughed softly. “C’mere.”

He wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me close into his chest. I was pulled into his neck and he smelled faintly of coffee, dust and hardwood. I sunk my teeth into his neck mindlessly, just wanting to get comfortable.

“You’re in a biting mood, huh?” He spoke as he winced a little.

“Yuh-uh.” I began to lick the wound slightly, realising that biting into muscle kind of actually hurts a lot.

“You should’ve told me.” He said, kissing my forehead lightly before rotating our position as he was laying behind me, one arm wrapped around my torso as his other arm was positioned so I could bite the fleshy part of his wrist.

NOM

“You’re a cheeky bugger.” He sighed briefly, getting comfortable and ready to sleep.

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peaches2217 · 7 months

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During the pregnancy I imagine that Peach of course sings to her baby to calm herself and the baby down. Just imagine her sitting in the garden while rubbing her own belly and singing nursery rhymes. And I am asking you, do you have any headcanons about this as well?

Oh-ho, don’t even get me started on the role singing plays in the whole ordeal. Too late! Ya got me started~

Mario’s a really good singer, but for one reason or another he just doesn’t feel comfortable singing around anybody except Luigi or Peach; even then, he doesn’t sing around them much at all. But Peach adores his voice and will occasionally attempt to cajole him into singing for her. He plays along and makes a big show of resisting before ultimately giving her that song she wants, dancing around with her and being generally overdramatic, and it’s a great deal of fun!

But on very rare occasions, he’ll sing for her without provocation. It’s always during moments of quiet intimacy, as though his heart’s just too full and it’ll burst unless he pours it out in song, or whenever she’s under strain and there’s no immediate way he can help her other than to comfort her. And those songs are soft, low, mellow, and nine times out of ten in Italian. When he sings for her like that, all feels right with the world.

Her first real bout of morning sickness sees her violently ill at four in the morning, and Mario leaves her just long enough to send a summon for the head nurse. Peach is curled up on the tiles of the darkened bathroom, and Mario returns with a blanket, sets her head in his lap, and sings softly to her as he strokes her hair. While Mario internally panics over her condition, Peach is wrapped in the warmth of his voice; she feels light and drowsy, like he’s cocooning her in pure comfort, and for a while all of her nausea falls to the wayside.

He does it again that night, laying in bed together after finding out that he’s going to be a father. She can’t understand the words, but the melody is simple and repetitive, and she quickly realizes he’s singing a lullaby. It’s enough to make her cry.

In the coming weeks, she asks him to teach her the same lullabies his mother sang to him and Luigi as children. So he does! He’ll introduce a new one every night until he runs out of lullabies he actually remembers (it HAS been a while since he was a kid). The English lullabies she of course picks up quickly; she’s particularly fond of the one with the diamond ring and looking glass, because, as Mario affectionately points out, showering a baby with expensive gifts it can’t even use is 100% something she would do. The Italian lullabies take more time, so he’ll start by translating them line-by-line (during which he realizes for the first time just how morbid some of them are…) and then singing it slowly so Peach can join in and mimic his intonation.

And since lullabies can get pretty repetitive, he’ll take regular breaks to sing different songs to her so she doesn’t go crazy. The truth is, she could never grow tired of his voice, no matter how many times he repeats the same handful of stanzas… but she certainly won’t object, because he’s sang for her more in the past month than he has in all the time she’s known him.

It feels a bit silly when she thinks about it, two grown adults singing children’s songs back and forth to each other all night. But those songs become part of their daily repertoire, and every time Mario starts sleepily murmuring one with his head on her chest and a hand on her stomach, or every time she approaches him in the middle of the day just to ask if she’s pronouncing a line correctly; every time she hears him humming about Fra’ Simon in the shower and then groaning about it being stuck in his head, and every time he tries to surprise her in the garden after their duties are complete for the day, only to find her singing the same song while rubbing soothing patterns over her belly; they both fall a little bit harder for one another.

#tw pregnancy #I grew up in a singing family so this kinda shit is close to my heart #as for me #I couldn’t carry a tune if it had a handle #I gained my family’s passion for music but none of their talent 😅#I can play the clarinet! and I’m into vocal synthesis of that counts! but I myself am SHIT at singing #I digress!#peaches has opinions #mareach

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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hi hello! i really enjoy the way you write vance and the 'happy metalhead boyfriends' type requests:) could i request something along this lines, but like with a dramatic love confession & first kiss kinda trope? m!reader pls

screaming crying sobbing i LOVE writing for the happy metalhead boyfriends, it makes me so happy smh its exactly what i need, so of course ill do this🫶🫶 i can just imagine that vance is so worked up about his feelings, youve been on his mind, maybe its months after he was taken by the grabber, and all he could think about was how caring youve been and how genuine you are after he escaped :)

if you requests metalhead bfs for vance i will literally 100% do it its just so adorable omfg

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Vance Hopper x Male Reader!

Warnings: Mentions of Abduction, Frustration, Happy Boyfriends

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The days dwindled on for everybody but him, it was like the universe was extending his torture, the only thing that proved he wasn't in hell, was you. Your fragrance, your love, your genuine care for what Vance was thinking each day distinguished you from others. People often swarmed him for his trauma inducing past. The invasive comments, the inconsiderate questions, it made him violently sick in his stomach, it consumed what was his previously content life.

They always spoke of the man. If he was in school, it was questions of 'How did he not murder you?'. If he happened to be in public, it would be along the lines of 'How did he keep you?'. These questions were like mosquitoes, slowly draining, plucking the life force from him, leaving open scars to heal once again.

He wished everybody but you would just fuck off.

"Vance? Dude, you good? It's just a little present I thought to get you while I was out."

Your easy voice brought him back to the present. You two were located in a park that you found, surrounding trees giving you ample shade with the evergreen leaves, the daylight shining easy on his cheek, highlighting the jean jacket you'd recently bought him as a birthday gift.

His eyes met yours, and he gazed down at the cassette tape you brought, introducing it as his.

"It has Iron Maiden and Bon Jovi, a little of you and a little of me, so when you're out you have somethin of me with you!"

Your voice was excited, the present being a discreet way to see how he'd react to you being affectionate. Unbeknownst to you, you consumed his every waking thoughts, as well as filling his dreams when he was asleep.

"Thanks man, this shit rocks,"

His voice was cut short. He wanted to admit so much more than you knew. He wanted to fill his life with even more of you. He adored your everything, the way you respected him, just subconsciously knowing what he needed. Your angel eyes that he loved more than anything to just look into, seeing the way you truly were immersed in him. His words were so limited in the moment, but he prayed that you knew he wanted to say more.

He took the cassette gently, having his calloused finger tips rub against your rough hands, given an edge from the cigarette burns & fights that were, in your reasoning, justified for Vance. He thought they fit perfectly together, two jagged rocks that interlink for one another.

"Jesus, we still have most of the day to waste. Wanna head to my place? Hang there?"

Most of what he said was true, he did want you to come over, have his room smell like you, but a day spent with you is a day never wasted.

"Course, lead the way!"

You were practically radiating, doing a terrible cover up job to mask your eagerness. This wasn't the first time he'd invited you, but a day you two spent the day at Vance's house was a day closer to you becoming a title further than 'friends'.

Vance's arm wrapped around your shoulder, guiding you up. The feeling of you in his arm made his breathing uneven, it was such a completing feeling that he didn't know how to act normally, keeping an oddly cold face on while he did. The more he took you two into town, the more you could feel the stares, burning through you like lighters. The same foreboding feeling overcame you two, predicting what was next.

"Excuse me? Vance Hopp- Young man! Could we have a moment of your time for an interview?"

A day could be spoiled so quickly by unplanned guests. Vance didn't bother sparring a glance, not wanting the attention he despised, if they wanted to talk, they could kiss his ass for all he cares. You could hear the shoes scurrying on the sidewalk, y a dash for somebody that thought they were the bane of his existence.

"Sir, please, a moment of your time!"

A hand was laid on your shoulder, a firm grasp on your shredded t-shirt, causing you to flinch and squirm under there touch. While you froze from shock, Vance reacted the only way he knew how to when he was under pressure; violence.

A gruff hand latched onto the reporters arm, tearing it away from you. You could sense his anger leaking from him, it was odd to see him so aggravated over this, normally you would shush the crowd away. Vance's thoughts were blanking, he was in disbelief they'd put a hand on what he considered an intimate buddy. His body was hot, anger replacing the feelings of comfort he once felt.

"Fuck. Off. Get a fucking life, dickbag."

A poisonous lace tied to his words, filling the air around the two of you, killing the noise with ease. Putting no more time aside for them, he took your wrist and pulled you along, a worrying silence accompanied the walk the rest of the way.

The wooden door stood no chance against his boot, wobbling in at the slightest amount of pressure put on. Inside, the house was neat, surprisingly neat for somebody like Vance to keep home in it, but you came to know over the months that he preferred his space clean, unlike his outside persona.

A smell that you could only describe as 'deaths accomplice' took over when you were tugged into Vance's room. It was medium sized, the room itself being cozy, some things thrown here and there, but not terrible, it might've even made you make a mental note to tidy your room, just for the occasion that he comes over.

The boys hand was still securely wrapped on you, not letting go until you sat on the bed, with him standing up, pacing the room inconspicuously. It was odd to see him so distressed. You'd been there to comfort him after overwhelming moments, he was more of a silent cryer than an anxiety induced victim. He was acting abnormally for something thats happened so many times. He was almost jumpy, like something would pop out. The steps he took made his hair bounce lightly, emphasizing how soft they were.

"We need to talk. Now."

Shit. What's wrong with him? Vance never showed this extent to his vulnerability. You could feel your heart beating faster, your eyebrows furrowing as you nodded to him, giving the quiet 'okay' to go on.

He was huffing as he trued to find the words, displaying his distraught. Be was trying to form words for a feeling that was like his own religion. He followed you & listened to you, taking your words with nothing but trust. It was easy to trust someone who made you feel like heaven, even when you were trapped, caged in hell.

How hard could it be to just ask someone to be your boyfriend?

He took strides over to you, and stopped right before your feet, forcing himself to make his eyes to meet yours.

"You mean more to me than you know, and I can't help my feelings, or whatever this is. I want you to be with me, be by my side, like officially. I want you to feel the way the world shifts around me when you're around. I want you to be my boyfriend, fuck!"

The tones of his words rose and fell, he wanted to say what he's felt for so long in his own words, his angrily confused demeanor. To somebody else, it may've sounded like he was frustrated, misinterpreting his intentions entirely, but to you, it was clear as day. Stunned to his words, you once again nodded, compensating for your voice, but your nod didn't let down how thrilled you were, or the way your nerves made your body shake.

Vance's eyes were trained on you, seeing you nodding enthusiastically, seeing the silent 'yes' that he craved.

Without a word, he brought his hands to your face, holding you while his lips came onto yours, a celebration of its own, passion & love entwined.

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ive had a busy day today, so im sorry if this seems off💔 but i just love happy metalhead bfs sm bro

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

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smellybead · 10 months

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OP do you have the essay about how Morro died 👀

Let me access my google docs really quick

Ok bear in mind I am not very good at writing shit and I'm not very good at chemistry but I think I did ok when I wrote this

After leaving Master Wu in search of his destiny and to prove his old master and the Golden Weapons wrong, Morro died in the Caves of Despair while seeking out the First Spinjitsu Master’s Tomb. He died after being trapped in a chamber full of the gas ‘kethanol’ - from a geyser in the chamber. Kethanol is a fictional gas that is extremely flammable and explosive and is released from deep well mining (this information was provided by Zane upon the ninja entering the caves of Despair - S5 EP7, Crooked Paths). While kethanol is not a real gas in our world, we can relate it back to gases that do exist for us and their effects on the human body by examining the location and circumstances of the gas.

So from the information given, we can correlate kethanol back to two likely examples of gas that would exist in a similar environment: hydrogen sulfide (H2S) and carbon monoxide (CO). H2S is a largely natural occurring gas, usually produced when bacteria breaks down organic material (typically in bogs and swamps, hence why it is also referred to as ‘swamp gas’). However, H2S can also be produced by volcanoes, hot springs, thermal vents, and geysers. CO can be sourced from geysers and coal mining. So both of these gases are comparable to kethanol.

And of course, being a fictional gas, kethanol could have drastically different effects on the human body than the gases stated, but these can give us the best guess on how Morro would have been affected in the cave chamber.

Now, in geysers, CO and H2S usually only make up a small amount of the different gases being released and only really occur in minor quantities. However, the composition of gases in spring waters located in fresh, hot volcanic areas is typically quite different. In cases like these, CO is known to be even more prevalent than CO2 (which is usually the most prominent gas). And in some areas, H2S makes up about 20% of active gases. We can consider the chamber in the Caves of Despair volcanic as in the episode ‘Crooked Paths’ (again, S5 EP7), the ninja barely made it out as the geyser violently erupted, spilling lava everywhere.

CO poisoning is generally quite a common issue and in a few cases, where it is allowed to continue to enter the body for longer, results in death. When there is too much CO in the air, your body begins replacing the oxygen in your red blood cells with CO. Depending on the concentration and the size of the person, CO poisoning typically takes about two hours to occur. Symptoms include things such as dizziness, disorientation, nausea/vomiting, chest pain, headaches and weakness but can eventually lead to unconsciousness, seizures, arrhythmias (irregular beating of the heart), and death. A few severe cases of CO poisoning may also involve the skin turning a bright “cherry-red” colour.

Similarly to CO, large concentrations of H2S can quickly lead to death. While lower amounts of the gas may only result in headaches, loss of appetite, sleep troubles, slight eye and throat irritation, and nausea, strong amounts can lead to staggering, collapse within as little as five minutes (or even nearly instantly if the concentration is at extremely high levels), significant damage to the eyes, and death within 30-60 minutes.

The fatal effects of these two gases are very likely along the lines of what Morro’s death was like. It could have been a mix of these symptoms, or even wildly different but these results can lead us to a decent conclusion of what he would have been experiencing in his final moments.

He makes me so mentally ill /affectionate

#morro #ninjago morro #ninjago #morro ninjago #lego ninjago #morro wu #ninjago theory #lego ninjago morro #zane ninjago #ninjago analysis

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youngpettyqueen · 1 month

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for prompts, might I suggest a number 14 with Julian takin care of Kira, and a ‘it feels worse than it looks—no wait-‘ with Julian being a bad patient?

oh my god I finally fucking finished it.

I am SO SORRY this took so long I got hit with. the most violent writer's block ive had in a HOT minute and this had me fighting for my life. I dont even know how many times I wrote and rewrote this. I went through so many different ideas it was actually ridiculous. at one point I had something finished but it Was Not Good and I dont believe in posting writing I dont like so I scrapped it and started again

I keep waffling on whether or not I like this, but thats entirely because ive spent way too long staring at it. im sure in a few days ill actually really like it, cause I really like the dialogue, which was what I wrote out first. pulling myself out of my perfectionism, I do think I like this, and at the very least im proud of getting it down when it gave me so much trouble

again, im so sorry it took so long, but writer's block is a bitch and ive had a lot going on lately, so I hope you understand <3

for the readers- 14 on the list is "Stop pretending that any of this is ok. It's not." I did adjust that one a bit cause I was having trouble making it flow. but, without further ado, here's what I've got!

Kira slides down with her back against the wall, grinding her teeth as she clutches at her wounded shoulder. The pain is still hot, the hole burned into her skin practically still smoking. She hisses as her palm makes contact with the sticky, raw flesh, but she still clamps down.

“Anytime you wanna get over here, Julian!” She calls, her voice strained.

“Doing my best, Major!” Julian calls from where he is, hunkered down behind some debris as a makeshift shield against the barrage of disruptor fire.

This is, in eloquent terms, a right fucking mess. Getting into a fight with a bunch of Jem’Hadar soldiers is never a good thing, even when they’re prepared. When they’re not prepared, it’s even worse. And this time, they weren’t prepared. Because there weren’t supposed to be any Jem’Hadar on this planet. This was supposed to be a quick pit stop for the Defiant, replacing some whatsit that O’Brien said was damaged in their last firefight, but then there were Jem’Hadar soldiers and they’ve managed to land themselves in a whole different firefight.

It really just hasn’t been a great week.

Kira inches closer to the wall’s edge. Her grip on her phaser isn’t stable, but it’ll have to do. She takes a deep, steadying breath, and then she twists over so that she’s peering out from behind the corner. She spots the Jem’Hadar pinning them down, quick count tells here there’s 3 of them, and she snaps her phaser up to hit them with some fire of her own. The motion pulls at her injured shoulder in a way that makes her want to scream, but she bites down on it.

Julian, bless him, takes the opportunity to lunge out from behind the debris. He scrambles across the gap, barely dodging the returning fire from the Jem’Hadar, and manages to throw himself down behind the security of the wall. He plasters himself up against the wall beside Kira, right as she ducks back behind cover as the Jem’Hadar’s fire intensifies.

Kira looks at him. He looks at her. He’s breathing hard and heavy, his hair a mess and dirt and blood staining his face. She musters up a grin to tell him, “You’re late.”

Julian gives her a flat look as he turns to her. “Forgive me, it’s a bit difficult to make house calls in the middle of a battlefield,” He replies, sounding very, very tired. But then his eyes flick to her bloody hand, still clamped over her wounded shoulder, and she watches his expression shift as he clicks back into what’s affectionately referred to as doctor mode, “Let’s see that shoulder, then.”

Kira moves her hand, letting Julian get a look at the wound. She winces as he pulls aside the burnt fabric, taking a deep breath in through her nose and resisting the reflex to jerk away. “How’s it look?” She asks, mostly just to distract herself.

“Like it needs more than what I’ve got,” Julian replies, frowning, “The dermal regenerator I have will do for now, but this is deep. I’ll need to immobilize your arm,” He tells her, giving her an apologetic look, “If you move it too much, you’ll risk tearing it open again.”

“Just do what you have to,” Kira tells him, “Won’t be the first time I’ve had to shoot myself out with only one arm.”

Julian nods, and returns his attention to her wound. “Right,” He pulls his kit up and rifles through it for a second. The first thing he pulls out is a hypospray, which he quickly sticks into her neck. Kira relaxes fractionally as the painkillers immediately start to work, dulling some of the burning in her shoulder. Then he’s pulling out the dermal regenerator, and bracing his hand against her shoulder again, “Try to hold still.” He advises.

Kira just gives a tight nod, already gritting her teeth and bracing herself. She feels the dermal regenerator start to work. The hypo helps, but it doesn’t take away that burning, itchy sort of feeling of muscle and nerves and skin stitching itself back together inch by inch. She clenches her fists tight, breathing hard through her nose as Julian works.

“Sorry, I know this stings,” Julian says, “I’m doing the best I can. This regenerator wasn’t meant for a wound like this.”

Kira grunts a wordless acknowledgement. If she says anything, it’s just going to be a string of curses. Instead, she focuses on keeping her ear on the sound of disruptor fire, making sure it isn’t getting closer. If the Jem’Hadar decide to come after them, she wants to be ready.

“Done,” Julian pipes up. She looks over as he puts the regenerator back in his kit, taking the worst of the pain with it and leaving her with a dull ache, “That’s the hard part done. I’m going to move your arm now,” His hands are gentle, taking her arm and carefully easing it away from her side, “There we go. Alright, hold it there, please.”

Kira does. Julian sits back, and unzips his jacket to get at his undershirt. “This will have to do,” He tells her, tearing a couple of strips from his undershirt, “These won’t be the most comfortable, but they’ll have to do. I’m out of bandages.” He leans back in, starting to bind her arm with the torn fabric.

“Sorry about your shirt.” She cracks weakly.

“I’ll get a new one.” He replies, without so much as a smile.

She hates how flat his voice is. Hates how… unlike him, it is. Quiet, with no bite. “C’mon, Julian, where’s that boyish optimism of yours?” She asks, “I could really use a hit of it right about now.”

Julian secures the bandage around her arm. “I must’ve dropped it when they started shooting at us,” He says, not meeting her eyes, “Do me a favour, Major. Don’t pretend any of this is ok,” He sits back again, still not meeting her eyes, all caught up in taking in his work, “Cause it’s really not.” He does look her in the eye, then. And he looks so… tired.

But then, he’s looked like that for a while, hasn’t he?

Kira gives him a smile. A sad, quiet little smile. “I never said any of this was ok,” She corrects, “I’m just… used to it, at this point.” Very, very used to it. Used to it in a way she hopes he never is.

Julian considers that for a moment. His expression is hard to read- sad, maybe. Sympathetic. Then he sighs, and breaks eye contact. “Well, I suppose I’m getting used to it, too,” He scrubs a bloody hand through his hair, “We should get going. Can you walk?” He asks.

No time for sentiment, then. Kira nods. “It’s just the arm,” She assures him, “I can do a hell of a lot more than walk.”

“Good,” Julian starts to push himself up to stand, “Let’s-“ He doesn’t get far. He wobbles suddenly, his eyes widening slightly as he nearly topples right over. He barely manages to catch himself, bracing a hand against the wall before he can fall against it.

Kira quickly reaches out to steady him. “Julian?” She sits up, frowning, “What’s wrong?”

Julian frowns, confused. “I… don’t know,” He says, looking down, “I can’t feel my-“ He cuts off, suddenly, his eyes fixing on something, “Ah.”

Kira’s brow furrows. “Ah? What’s-“ She follows his gaze, and comes to the same abrupt halt as she sees just what he’s found, “Ah.”

Julian has a substantial wound in his thigh. A chunk of his pant leg has been burned away, revealing a raw, painful-looking burn that’s steadily oozing blood down his leg. Kira’s eyes widen at the sight of it. That doesn’t look good. That really doesn’t look good.

“Well,” Julian says, “That’s not ideal.” And then he sways alarmingly, nearly crumpling right to the ground.

“Julian!” Kira lurches forward, manages to catch him by the arms. He grimaces as he eases himself down, taking his weight off his injured leg, “Damnit, Julian, what were you thinking ignoring this? Gimme that tricorder-“ She reaches for his medkit, not waiting for him as she rummages through it herself.

“I wasn’t ignoring it!” He exclaims, “I couldn’t feel it! Honest!”

Kira finds the tricorder and pulls it out. “Don’t tell me they augmented the ability to feel pain out of you,” He shifts again, adjusting his position to give her a better angle to scan him, and it draws a painful hiss out of him, “Guess not.” She hums.

Julian manages a weak chuckle, the first one she’s gotten out of him all day. “Not as such,” He confirms, “I’ve just been- gah!” He grinds his molars as she pulls the burnt fabric away from the wound, “Preoccupied.” He growls.

Kira huffs softly as she reads the results on the tricorder. It’s not a fun wound. “So busy trying not to get shot that you didn’t realize you got shot?” She asks, arching a brow at him, “I’m almost impressed.”

“Only almost?” Julian asks, all mock indignation, “I’d hate to see what I’d have to do to actually impress you,” He mutters. His eyes drift down, then back up at her. He looks worried, “How bad is it?”

Kira puts the tricorder down. “How bad does it feel?” She dodges.

“Pfft, this little thing?” He scoffs, gives a weak little wave that’s probably went to ‘wave off’ the pain, “It’s nothing. Just a scratch. It feels worse than it… no. No, wait, that’s not right,” He blinks, and she can almost see the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out the order of the words, “I don’t mean to alarm you, Major, but I think the shock might be setting in.” He tells her.

Kira can’t help but roll her eyes. “No kidding,” She says, “This isn’t my first time, Julian. Hand me the regenerator, I’ll do what I can with it.” She holds her hand out expectantly.

Julian hands it over. “Now who’s being serious?” He asks.

Kira adjusts how she’s holding him, making sure she’s holding the burnt edges of his uniform away from his skin so that she doesn’t accidentally fuse any fabric to him. “Oh, so you can make jokes,” She takes the dermal regenerator and adjusts her hold on it, making sure it won’t slide out of her hand, which is slick with blood, “I thought you dropped that along with your optimism.” She gets the regenerator going, doing what she can with the wound.

Julian chuckles again, grins at her. “I told you, the shock’s setting in,” He replies, all charm, “I’ll say anything just to say anything. Apologies, but I’m going to be talking your ear off until we get out of here.” He warns.

Kira keeps her eyes on her work, keeps her hand braced on his thigh to hold him still. “As opposed to when you don’t talk my ear off.” She counters. After a few seconds, she can see that the burn’s healed as much as it’s going to. She switches the regenerator off and hands it back to him.

“Rude,” Julian huffs, taking the regenerator and putting it back in his medkit, “How’d the regenerator do? I don’t want to look.” He’s looking even as he says it, like he can’t help himself.

“It’ll hold,” She tells him, not seeing any point in sugar-coating it. He would see right through her in a second, “For now. I’m gonna bandage it, just in case,” She adds. Now it’s her turn to get at her undershirt, tear it up for strips of fabric, “I liked this shirt, you know.” She informs him as she does.

“I suppose we’re even, then,” Julian cracks weakly, “Have I ever told you you’d make a great medic?” He asks.

There’s the Julian she knows. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” She tells him. Satisfied with her bandages, she gets them ready, “I do have one question for you, Doctor.”

Julian frowns, confused. Yeah, the shock really has set in if he can’t see what she’s doing. “Go ahead.” He invites.

Kira starts wrapping his leg. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” She asks.

He looks even more confused. “What are my-“ She yanks the bandages tight before he can finish, and he cuts off with a pitched yelp, “Fuck!”

Maybe it’s a bit mean to chuckle, but Kira can’t help it. She doesn’t often get to hear him curse. “Oh, language,” She tuts as she finishes tying the bandages off, “There. Nice and tight. That oughta hold you together till we get out of here.” She gives his knee a pat.

Julian pouts at her. “You enjoyed that.” He accuses.

“I did no such thing,” Kira replies smoothly as she pulls his medkit closer to her and starts rifling through it, not bothering to ask him, “Want a hypo?” She offers.

“No,” Julian shakes his head, making her stop short and give him an incredulous look, “I’ve only got the one left. Save it for someone who needs it.” He reasons.

Her look quickly flattens. “Don’t start with the heroics, Julian,” She advises, “You’re not gonna be treating any patients until after you’ve been treated. On the Defiant.” She doubts he can even stand on his own, let alone treat people.

“I can hold out till then,” He insists, “Someone else might-“

“Julian,” Kira cuts in, not giving him any room to argue, “Take the fucking hypo.”

Julian’s brows shoot up and he looks a little stunned. Just for a moment, though, before he huffs a bit of a laugh. “Now who needs to watch their language,” He says, his tone light and teasing, “Alright, go ahead.” He nods.

Kira takes the hypo out of his kit. “Oh, thank you,” She replies, making sure her own tone savours strongly of sarcasm, “You’re a terrible patient, you know that?”

There’s that grin again. All charm. “So Nurse Jabara keeps telling me.” He replies, like the pain in the ass he is.

“You should listen to her. She’s always right,” Kira sticks the hypo in his neck, and watches his shoulders instantly sink down a notch. She didn’t even realize how tense he was, “Better?” She asks.

Julian takes a deep breath. Probably the first one he’s taken all day. “…Much,” He admits, with the decency to look a little sheepish, “Thank you, Major.” His smile’s a bit less charm now, a bit more sincere.

Kira finds herself smiling back. “Anytime,” She says. She shoots a quick look around, regaining her bearings a bit now that they’re both taken care of. She can still hear blasters firing, but not as close. They might’ve moved off somewhere else. Or they could be waiting, “We should probably get moving.” She suggests.

“Probably,” Julian agrees, “Just one problem, though. I don’t think I can walk.” He tells her.

Kira figured. “Can you limp?” She asks, “I’ve still got two good shoulders, both perfectly good for leaning on.” She offers, patting her shoulder for emphasis.

There’s that glint in his eye. First time she’s seen it today- stubborn determination, or, in another word, cocky. “I think I can manage that.” He says.

Kira grins. “Great,” She ducks in and gets her arm around his waist, pulling him in snug against her as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, “Alright, lean on me. Steady. And…” She pushes herself up, and brings him with her. He leans heavy into her side, and she tightens her hold on him to keep him steady, “Up we go. Ready?” She asks.

Julian takes a moment to find his balance, shifting most of his weight off of his injured leg and compensating on Kira’s shoulder. “As I can be,” He tells her with a nod, “Let’s go.”

And they’re off. Making quite the sight as they hobble back into the action, pressed hip to hip and clinging tight to each other. But, hey, they’re still kicking, and they’ve still got their phasers, so they’ll make do. They always do.

#fic bitching #star trek: ds9 #kira nerys #julian bashir #like I said I really like the diaogue #I had fun writing the dialogue #and it came to me pretty easily once I settled on what I wanted with the scene #this was originally. a bunch of things #my first idea was two separate scenes #and I drafted several versions of those #but they just wouldnt flow #even the one I had literally finished just. I did not like it #it was not good #and I dont say that to be hard on myself I know im a good writer and what I wrote wasn't good and thats fine!#they cant all be bangers #but I wasn't gonna post something i knew wasn't good #hopefully the wait was worth it cause like I said while I keep scowling at this #I know its cause im grumpy it took so long #and its cause ive stared at it for way too long so it was never gonna look right #until I posted it #anyways! thats enough tag rambling #I hope you enjoy!#I love Julian and Kira theyre besties in my brain

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whump-4-ever · 4 months

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Once the seizure had ended and Caretaker had checked Hero over to ensure that they were still breathing okay and hadn’t injured themself, Caretaker had climbed onto the couch with them, their head in Caretaker’s lap.

“Their fever hasn’t gone down at all,” Villain murmured under their breath as their eyes took in what was in front of them, concern forcing a wrinkle into the skin of their forehead. Hero was damn near gasping for air now, each inhale and exhale a desperate, shallow wheeze.

Caretaker nodded their head in acknowledgment but did not speak. Instead, they began to brush Hero’s hair back with their palm, grief squeezing their heart and causing moisture to gather in their blood-shot eyes, their reddened, tear-stained face screaming to the world how emotionally distraught they were. Hero was their boyfriend/girlfriend, the man/woman they would give their life for. They couldn’t die, not now, not after everything they’d been through, and certainly not to something as simple as an illness. Hero was supposed to die many, many years from now, to something courageous like saving people.

Villain sighed heavily, unsure of what to do next. Nothing they’d already tried had had any effect on Hero’s condition, and taking note of how much worse Hero had gotten in such a short amount of time was enough to inform them that they were running out of options. “Your healing magic isn’t working,” Villain stated, breaking the silence. It wasn’t exactly a question, but rather an audible confirmation; it was Villain’s way of making certain that Caretaker was on the same page as they were in terms of the situation.

Caretaker shook their head in reply, sniffling softly as they continued to run their fingers through Hero’s sweat-soaked curls. “I don’t understand,” they whispered brokenly. “I don’t know why I can’t heal them. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Before Villain had a chance to respond, Hero suddenly moved, fidgeting where they lay and letting out an agonized groan as the movement aggravated their aching bones. Slowly, they then peeled their eyelids apart just the slightest bit and ran the tip of their tongue over their chapped lips. “…..d-don’….” they gurgled out, a violent shudder rippling through them.

Immediately upon Hero regaining at least partial consciousness, Caretaker wiped their tears away and shifted where they sat so they could cup Hero’s too-warm cheeks in both hands, stroking their thumb along their cheekbone in an affectionate manner. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” they murmured. “I’m here. I’m-“ they stopped mid-sentence, fear spiking inside their chest at what they saw. Hero’s eyes weren’t their normal hazel color, nor were they the radiant sapphire blue of the Tempestinians. They were glowing a bright scarlet red, the same scarlet red of a Demonian, Supervillain’s species.

Villain jumped to their feet and took a few steps back, adrenaline pumping through their veins. They were a Demonian. They’d rebelled, they were no longer working for Supervillain, and no, they were not responsible for what had happened to Hero, but they knew exactly what Caretaker was thinking. Seconds after they retreated, Caretaker’s head snapped upwards in one swift movement, their facial expression radiating fury. “I didn’t-“ Villain started, but they were quickly interrupted.

“You did this.” Caretaker’s voice was barely audible, their words threatening to break under the weight of their rage. “You bit them, infected them, didn’t you? You did this to them and then you lied to me about it.”

Villain could see Caretaker’s body visibly shaking with barely-contained anger even from a few feet away, but they refused to give in, because they knew they didn’t do it. No matter what it took, they would prove that. “I did fucking nothing,” Villain snarled back defensively. “If not for me, Hero would already be dead, and you wouldn’t have had a clue as to where they disappeared to until it was too late.” They clenched their jaw in an effort to remain in control of their emotions, but the anger inside them was rising rapidly.

Caretaker was now breathing so heavily that it was audible. “I’m not going to kill you,” they began, “but when I’m done, you’re going to wish you were dead.” They fixed Villain with a glare so powerful it sent chills down Villain’s spine.

Villain prepared themself for another verbal assault, ready to bite back and defend themself again, when Hero very abruptly shot up into a seated position. If not for Caretaker’s quick reflexes, Hero would have hit them in the face with their head. The room fell into a silence of anticipation as both pairs of eyes locked onto Hero, waiting to see what they were going to do next.

“I hate you,” Hero spat as they twisted around to face Caretaker. “I fucking hate you!” They yelled. Without warning, their arm shot out and they grasped Caretaker’s throat, their fingers curling around it. Then they squeezed as tightly as they could.

Caretaker choked out a startled gasp, their eyes going wide in shock. “Hero, i-it’s…m-me….” they wheezed, but their words only seemed to increase Hero’s anger.

“Fuck you.” Hero yanked Caretaker so close that saliva splattered onto their cheek. “Pick a god and pray, princess. It won’t matter who you choose. The elements have abandoned you, as have your kings and queens. The place you once called ‘home’? You’ll never see it again. In fact, where you’re going, you won’t be seeing anything for a long, long time.” They chuckled deeply, grinning widely before lifting Caretaker up into the air and throwing them across the room. They slammed into the wall with a loud ‘thump’. A sickening smirk of delight tugged at Hero’s lips as they heard it, overjoyed when they saw how much of a struggle it was for Caretaker to stand back up.

“I suppose now is as good a time as any to make my entrance,” came the sound of a new yet nauseatingly familiar voice from a darkened part of the room. Both Villain and Caretaker looked in the direction of which it had originated from, shock and terror written into their facial features.

“Supervillain,” they hissed simultaneously.

Supervillain stalked forward out of the shadows, revealing themself fully. “Why the surprise, darlings? You had to have known I’d be arriving to collect my prize.” They were in their wolf form, their partially-shredded wings spread out at full length to show dominance. Their eyes glowed the same scarlet red as Hero’s. “Ding! Dinner’s done!” Supervillain snickered at their own comment. “Well then. Sorry to cut this reunion short but I must be getting my newest team member home.”

Caretaker, still a bit dazed from bashing their head against the wall but capable of staying on their feet, stumbled over to Villain and stood beside them. Pain pulsed through their skull with the movement and a rush of dizziness temporarily distorted their vision at the movement, but they chose to ignore it. “No! You won’t be taking them anywhere!”

Villain gave Caretaker a warning shove, reminding them who exactly they were dealing with before clearing their throat and drawing Supervillain’s attention onto themself instead. “You’re trespassing, you know, Supervillain.”

“Nonsense! I’ve merely come to retrieve what was taken from me,” Supervillain replied. “Come, my child.” They gestured for Hero to walk over to them.

As Hero reached Supervillain and Supervillain had wrapped a wing around their waist possessively, Villain spoke up. “Bullshit! Nothing was ‘taken’ from you. Hero left on their own and I found them alone in the woods. For one thing, if not for me, they’d be dead. Second, if my history with you is anything to go by, I’m willing to bet they were running from something. They were not ‘taken’. They escaped, and you can only blame yourself for that one, you lazy bitch.” Villain’s heart thudded painfully in their chest, anxiety surging through them with each beat, but they stood their ground, refusing to take back what they’d just said.

Supervillain barred their teeth and growled sharply, their ears flattened to their head in a display of pure aggression. It was a warning. “This is your one and only chance, Villain. Hand Hero over willingly or I’ll do to you what I did to your parents.”

Villain had to bite their tongue at that last part. It was very clearly only said to piss them off, and they could barely contain the fury that threatened to consume them at the mention of their mom and dad, meaning the comment had done its intended job, but they fought against it. Instead, they answered with, “As Caretaker said: no.”

Supervillain didn’t give up easily. They never did. “You’re a stain on your family’s history, as were your mother and father,” they continued, sensing Villain’s rage and wanting nothing more than to play with fire. “You and your fucked up parents have tainted the Demonian bloodline with your betrayals. I can’t change the past, but I can have a do-over.” They gestured towards Hero, implying that Hero was their do-over. “With Hero, we’ll start anew, make up for your mistakes with new beginnings, starting with your punishment.” Supervillain then met Hero’s gaze. “Kill them.”