#I want to punch my dad in the face daily

[reality-schmality]

My parents are whining about the SAG/WGA strike right now and wondering which shows are going to come back and going on about how the strikers are insane and their demands are about such weird fake problems. “AI isn’t that advanced. This isn’t going to happen. They’re paranoid.”

And I tried to explain all the things that are happening and that YES, AI is already there taking livelihoods away from people. After all, I’m on the fringe of this goddamn motherfucking industry, I know what the fuck going on goddamnit. But nooooooooo. I’m always wrong. I know nothing at all.

[dira333]

Bakugo x Reader, 6 parts, Timeskip AU

Not everyone is born with a Soulmark. But even if you are, it doesn't make things easier.

Warnings: None, Angst to Fluff.

Chapters are going to be posted daily - Masterlist

Part 5

“Thanks for coming, Dad.” Katsuki closes the door behind Masaru, makes sure to double-lock it. He doesn’t want visitors right now.

“You don’t look good, boy. Are you eating enough?”

Instead of answering, he pulls his father into an embrace, fighting against the tears threatening to spill. When was the last time his father was taller than him, sturdier than him?

Masaru rubs a soothing hand over his back.

“It’s okay, son. It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he manages to get out. “It’s really not.”

“Wanna tell me about it?” Masaru takes the Couch, pats the space next to him. “Come on, I’ll listen.”

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“At the beginning, of course.”

Slowly, still a little unsure, he settles next to him, lets his head fall back against the headrest. His Dad’s shoulder is there, on his left side, like a pillar holding him up.

“Do you remember when I told you about the Fake Soulmate?”

“The one that happened to your friend with the red-white-hair?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“I remember. What about that?”

“I never told you what came out of all of it, did I?”

Masaru hums in quiet acknowledgement, listens patiently as Katsuki unfolds the drama of it all like the world’s worst present.

“And now you’re scared.” Masaru comments when he has finished, last nights events still heavy on his tongue.

“I’m not sc-”

“Yes, you are.” Warm, sweaty hands fold around his and squeeze. “And it’s okay to be scared.”

Katsuki huffs. “I’m a Pro Hero.”

“This is different. You know that.”

He sighs, long and drawn out, before he turns to look at his father. 

“I didn’t tell you one thing,” he admits, still a little shaken by it. “The doctor couldn’t prove it, but he thinks the pain in my chest could have come from my Soulmate rejecting the bond.”

Masaru’s eyebrows furrow like angry caterpillars. Cold dread spreads over Katsuki’s shoulders.

“You’ve found them,” he guesses. “That’s why Mom blew up my phone yesterday. That’s it, isn’t it? You met them and now they know and they’re rejecting me before they’ve even met me.”

“No, Katsuki, that’s not it. I admit, your mother thinks she spotted the Mark yesterday, but how long has it been since she’s last seen it? I didn’t get a good look of it, to be honest and I asked your mother not to interfere. I did think she understood where I was coming from. And I told the girl the same thing. She didn’t want to know, actually. Put her hand on Mitsuki’s mouth to stop her from talking.”

“Wow,” Katsuki chuckles. “That takes guts. But… her name-”

“Don’t.” Masaru shakes his head. “Don’t ask me for it. That’s not who you are. If you want to meet them, find out for yourselves if there’s something there, just come visit us at work more often. I’ll make sure to shut off the A.C. so everyone’s running around with less clothes on.”

Katsuki’s half through a chuckle when it hits him. At work. His father said “at work”.

You’re working for him. You’re working with him, too, because you saw the Pictures he has on his table. Could it be?

“What if-” He hesitates. “What if the girl I’m interested in is my Soulmate? But she’s into Izuku?”

“How will you know if you don’t ask?”

“I can’t just ask her,” Katsuki glares at him. Why doesn’t he understand? “We’re having a good thing going on. If I ask her and she realizes I’m into her but she’s not my Soulmate nor shares the feeling, she’d probably move out. And you know what a hassle it is to get a roommate I don’t want to kill on their first day.”

“What if you ask her and she is your Soulmate?”

“What if she’s my Soulmate and she’s into Izuku?”

Masaru’s face softens. “Izuku has the uncanny ability to be liked by all, but that doesn’t mean everyone loves him too, does it?”

His words feel like a punch in the gut and Katsuki involuntarily sucks in a breath of air, trying to gather himself. 

“Look,” Masaru puts his hand on his shoulder, rubs the tight muscle there. “You’re brave. You’re smart. You’re confident. Even if you get stuck in the same situation as Izuku, bound to a Soulmate who’s not yet sure if she loves you, you’ll go about it differently. Because you’re Katsuki Bakugo. You’re not afraid to break something if it means building something else.”

Katsuki groans. “That’s a stupid pep talk.”

“Maybe. But it’s the truth. I’m going to leave now, because your Mother will surely wonder where I’ve gone to in the middle of the morning. You know what you have to do. You just have to be brave enough to do it.”

- x -

“Katsuki?” You pick up the Call, heart already racing. He’s never called you at work before and you’re just glad that you took Lunch a little earlier, now left alone in the spacious Open Office without anyone listening in.

“Hey.” His voice sounds rough, but not worse than it did in the morning. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“So…” He falls quiet for a second and you check if the Call’s still connected. “I have a friend.”

“Uhuh?”

“Well, this friend has had a rough childhood, so he’s not the best at emoting, but he’s found a girl he likes and that likes him back. In Highschool, too. Highschool Sweetheart, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, they graduate, move in with each other, all that jazz, until his Soulmark gets leaked on Public Television. He’s not bad looking, I assume, because soon, People all over the Country claim to be his Soulmate. The girl he’s with definitely isn’t, but they’re happy, you know.”

“Oh no.” You already know where this is going. 

“Yeah.” Another heavy pause.

“Well, one Girl is so convincing, he leaves his girlfriend for her. Because that’s his Soulmate, right? Well, turns out, three months into their relationship, that she’s not. It’s a very convincing tattoo, if anything, and she’s definitely mentally unstable. But hey, he thinks, he can still go back to his girlfriend, right? The one he still loves, who still loves him?”

“She found her own Soulmate, didn’t she?”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat awkwardly. “It’s a friend of the couple, actually. His Soulmate got destroyed in an accident, but there are pictures of it and it’s clear as day that they’re Soulmates. So now whe have three people who’re not sure how to deal with this. Do the actual Soulmates date even though they never thought about each other like that before? Or do the two people date that have feelings for each other until maybe, one day, they fall in love with their actual Soulmates? It’s a mess, really.”

“So, your friend-” You wonder if he’s taking about himself. He can’t, really. His Soulmark never got leaked. You don’t remember anything glaringly public about the other people from the Mario Kart Tournament either, besides Izuku, who’s Soulmark- Who’s Soulmark got destroyed. Oh. Oh.

“I just talked to him. He’s seeing someone at the moment. It’s still pretty fresh. She doesn’t have a Soulmark.” 

“What about you?” You ask, biting into the side of your thumb.

Katsuki falls quiet again.

“What about you?” He asks instead.

You swallow thickly. Do you tell him? About his parents and your mark and his brother and-

“Ah, there you are!” You flinch at the loud noise, turning. Bakugo Mitsuki’s marching through the Office, her eyes set on you.

“I’ll call you back later, okay?!” You rush out, heart racing for a whole different reason, fumbling to hang up. “Yes, Bakugo-san?”

“We’re in the middle of a Photoshoot and the Jewelry we got is wrong. Could you race over to Ace.3 and get the correct set? It’s just a few blocks down, the location on Fifth Street. They know someone’s coming.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You’re almost shaking as you grab your things. “Do I take an Uber or the Metro? I’ve never been there before.”

“Take the Metro. Traffic is usually slammed at this time of the day.” 

She hands you a folder. “Everything you need is in there. Don’t lose the Company Credit Card. Oh…” She turns back around. “You should really rethink your opinion on this Soulmate thing.”

“Thank you.” You bite out. “But not right now.”

She huffs, clearly annoyed by the answer. “Whatever. I’ll be coming back to it.”

- x -

Katsuki’s glaring at the wall of his office, trying not to melt the phone in his hand with some well aimed explosions. Why does his mother always have the worst timing?

His phone pings with an incoming message.

“I’m on public transport now, so I don’t feel comfortable talking on the phone, but can we talk about this tonight? There’s something I want to tell you.”

His heart lurches into a sprint but he manages to calm down with the breathing technique Best Jeanist taught him all those years ago.

Tonight. He can wait until tonight.

Still. Time has never moved so slowly.

“Hey,” Kirishima appears in the open door to his office. “I’m going on patrol. Do you want to join me?”

“Yeah, why not.” He pushes himself out of his chair. At least that will give him something else to think about. “What district are we doing today?”

“Inner City. You know those fancy stores in fifth and sixth street? It’s never wrong to let the bad guys know we have an eye on it.”

Katsuki agrees quietly, slipping into his outfit. It’s been quite some time since he’s had to properly fight someone. Has it really been a month already since that knife accident?

-

He can smell all the way down to sixth street as they get out of the car.

“Fire?” He asks, adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Probably.” Kirishima adds, moving through all the channels on his radio. The last one mentions the attack.

“Ace.3, Fifth Street, a group of three or four assailants. They are all armed as well as Quirk Users,” Kirishima rattles off as they jog down the street, waving fleeing pedestrians to the side.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary, really. Robberies, especially with a High End Jeweller like Ace.3 still offer good money if you’re in and out fast enough.

They catch the first one of the group at the door. One of the store clerks is clutching her leg, her face ashen.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Katsuki breathes into her ear, using Kirishima as a living shield while he does his best to stop the bleeding. He’s just about ready to drag her out of the store when RealSteel pounds through the door, his partner Phantom Thief right on his heels. 

“You take her,” he tells RealSteel. “Get her out of here. There are three more stories and the basement.”

“I’ll take care of it downstairs,” Phantom Thief offers, grinning. “Care to lend me a hand?” His outstretched hand is more like a taunt than a plea but Katsuki grabs it nonetheless. Monoma’s a good fighter when he wants to be, even if he’s still an asshole most of the time.

It makes more sense that the bigger fish are going to be downstairs, but something, whatever it is, is urging Katsuki to check upstairs.

“You two, downstairs,” he tells Kirishima and Monoma. “Be careful. I’ll check upstairs and follow you. RealSteel should follow you down as well.”

“Are you sure?” Kirishima asks.

“Do I look unsure?” He barks back, already taking two steps at a time.

-

It’s like stepping into a dream.

Flakes of Ash are flowing through the air like snowflakes. Upturned tables and chairs make it hard to navigate the room, but he’s on it, moving through the Chaos.

Katsuki spots a leg first, lifts the desk you must have tried to hide under.

Your face is covered in soot, your features barely recognizable. But he knows you. Even without all those dreams, he knows you. You’re his Soulmate. Always have been, always will be.

He sinks to his knees at your side. “Wake up,” he begs you, his heart hammering in his throat. “Wake up.” 

But as he moves to cradle your head, his hands go straight through it and the illusion vanishes.

He freezes, heart in his throat.

“Katsuki?” Your voice is raspy, a little breathless. “Is that you?”

“Where are you?” He turns, tries to spot you in the chaos. 

“In the corner. Be careful.”

He moves through the mess, not sure what he’s supposed to be careful about.

But there you are, pinned to the floor by a heavy desk, your face a grimace of pain.

“Hey,” he lifts it carefully, pushes it to the side as best he can. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Harharhar,” You laugh humorlessly, pain audible in your voice. “Your mom’s going to kill me.”

“For what? Surviving a robbery?”

“I already got the jewelry she asked for but I lost it.”

“You lost-” He snorts through his nose, disbelief covering every word. “Do you really think that’s important right now?”

“Isn’t it?” You cough again. “There are four of them. Did you get them all? One of them followed me up here to get my stuff as well. I don’t know if they’re still arou-” You shriek, just in time to alert him. He whirls around, one grenadecovered arm pulled up as a shield - the bullets ricochet off it and sink into the walls around. 

The attacker is a guy with yellowed fangs and papery skin. He’s breathing harshly. 

“Knew she wasn’t dead yet,” he all but purrs, a sound so strangely wrong coming from him. “Now give me the real stuff and nobody gets hurt.”

“Drop the weapon and you’ll at least get out of here alive,” Katsuki snarls back, eyes moving through the room. The guy’s got a tail, which could mean he’s got a similar Quirk to Ojiro. But the teeth could also mean something poisonous. It’s all about the movements, too, though the guy won’t move.

In the end, that’s what brings him down. Arms of steel curl around his gangly body, lifting him up from the floor. 

“You’re coming with me!” RealSteel declares, crushing the gun in one hand. “You good, Dynamight?”

“Just peachy,” he snarls back, a little pissed that he didn’t get to fight. But he’s got better things to do anyway.

“The real stuff?” He asks, carefully lifting you off the ground. 

You smile through the pain. “I might not be your mother’s best employe, but I’m pretty good at imitation.”

He tries to snort, the sound catching halfway in his throat when his hand comes back wet from your shoulder.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It looks worse than it is,” you tell him, but he shakes his head, his heart hammering like a humming bird. 

“Let me see.”

“No, it’s- it’s right above my Soulmark.”

Katsuki stills, your body in his arms, his heart in your hands.

“Listen-” His voice sounds harsher than it should, given the occasion. “I already know you’re my Soulmate. Just let me check your shoulder before you bleed out on me… Please.” He adds, because he can be polite when he wants to.

You let out something that sounds like a sob but you lean forward, allow him access to the area.

It really is just a nasty cut, slicing off one corner of the Mark. And even though he didn’t need to check after today, the sight of it still blows him away.

It’s there. Visible, touchable proof. You’re his. If you want to, that is.

-

He’s never hated Protocol more than today.

Because he needs to stay behind for Questioning and Paperwork, unable to see you off properly. Your cut has been treated by the paramedics that arrived on the scene and if there are worse injuries he’ll only find out later, when he gets to talk to you in the privacy of his, your home.

“You okay?” Kirishima walks over to where he’s standing, teeth grinding as he waits.

“Just peachy.”

“Listen, I know you hate when other teams get all the fight but-”

“She’s my Soulmate,” he blurts out, maybe a little too loud because a few people turn their heads. He glares until they turn back around.

Kirishima grins. “I knew it,” he says, sounding just a tad bit smug. “Didn’t I? I knew it.”

“Yeah, well, don’t be so happy about it,” Katsuki argues, the old fear griping for his heart. “I think she’s into Izuku.”

“Into Izu-” Kirishima laughs. “What in the world makes you think that?”

“Well there’s that one moment when they were in the kitchen-”

Kirishima’s shaking his head. “Look, I’m not a girl. You’re not a girl. We can and will misunderstand what they mean. But if Mina tells me that your roommate is head over heels in love with you, I do believe her. After all, has Mina ever been wrong?”

“She can’t always be right.”

“It’s Mina,” Kirishima grins. “She might as well.”

- x -

“Hey!” You greet him from the Couch when he steps through the door, a cup of tea in your hand. 

“Hey,” he drops his bag right at the door, kicks his shoes off and waltzes over, completely un-Katsuki-like. “How are you? Any more injuries? Did they give you a proper check-up? Tell me you went home right after!”

“Relax,” you laugh, cringing when it hurts. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” You put the tea away, sit up a little straighter.

“I’ve got a fractured rib from the Desk falling on me and should take it easy the next few weeks. I can work but your Dad asked me to go through Trauma Counselling, just in case. I did come home right after delivering the jewelry, so I hope you’re happy.”

“This isn’t about me being happy,” he snarls.

“I know, I know. But…” You look away, suddenly feeling awkward. “You said… You said you knew I was your Soulmate. How?”

All tension leaves him with one single breath. He all but falls into the cushions.

“I… I used to get really vivid dreams. Always the same scenario, me walking into that room, the ash flying around, you pinned under that desk. I never recognized your face but that moment was pretty self-explanatory.”

“Oh.” You swallow harshly. “But you… But you had a hunch, right? That’s why you were trying to talk about it earlier. On the phone, I mean?”

“Yeah, kind off.” He’s staring into the distance now. “I just… I have feelings for you. And I wanted you to know. Because maybe you don’t. Have feelings for me, I mean. Which is fine, you know, it doesn’t have to be. I told you, my friends-”

“I do have feelings for you,” you declare boldly, putting a hand on his knee. Katsuki stiffens, his face now almost as red as a fire-engine.

“But you asked Izuku about his Soulmate…”

“Yeah, because your Mom said that he’s my Soulmate. Well, she didn’t say it, but it sounded like-”

“What the hell?” Katsuki’s brows are furrowed that way again and you fear for his head. “Why would she say that? She knows my Soulmark and nosy as she is, she probably already knows that he’s found his Soulmate.”

“Yeah, but I heard her say to your Dad ‘This is about your son!’ so I figured she was talking about Izuku!”

Katsuki looks almost catatonic now.

“Why?” He asks, teeth grinding. “Would you think that… Izuku… is my Dad’s son?”

“Because he…” You’re waving your hand’s around as if that would help you. “Well, he said… he said something that sounded like… Isn’t he your half-brother?”

“No,” his voice is deathly silent now. “You thought Izuku was your Soulmate? Why not me?”

Oh. Well. 

“I didn’t want to assume,” you whisper, ashamed of your own reasoning. “Because you’re you and I didn’t want to be greedy.”

“I thought you were into him,” Katsuki whispers back, cradling your head in his hands. “Do you know how much I worried about this?”

“That panic attack!” Your heart drops at the realization. “You felt when I tried to reject the bond!”

“Why would you even do that?” Katsuki cries. 

“Because I wanted you,” you blurt out, a little less ashamed of that truth now that all the others are out in the open. “Not some Soulmate. Not Izuku. I just… I just wanted you.”

His head sinks forward, his temple pressed against yours.

“Never do that again,” he begs, his hands shaken where they’re holding you. “Promise.”

“Promise,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him. 

-

You wake up with Katsuki’s arm slung around your shoulders, your back pressed against his chest. He runs hot and he snores a little, like a kitten.

Nonetheless your rib hurts from lying on the side and you need to pee, so you move to untangle yourself from him.

“What?!” He rasps immediately, his lips pressed against your ear.

“I need to pee.”

“Tough luck, keep it in.”

“I’m going to piss in your bed,” you threaten and he lifts his arm. 

“If you’re not back here in five minutes I’m coming to get you.”

You snort at the threat and slip out of bed, down the hallway and into the bathroom.

A part of you wants to grab your phone and text Ami. Truth be told you have quite a lot to tell her. But the rest of you just want to slip back into bed and cuddle into this human space heater that you can now call yours. After you’ve gotten a sip of water, that is.

“Five minutes are over,” Katsuki growls, leaning shirtless and heavy against the doorframe. “You’ve got five seconds.”

“Here,” you press the glass of cool water against his lips. “Don’t be grouchy.”

“‘m not grouchy,” he defends himself, pulling you in. “I just want to sleep.”

“Grouchy,” you repeat, kissing his cheek. “You’re lucky I like that.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” he responds, slipping back into bed.

“Can’t sleep on my side,” you remind him when he turns to spoon you.

“Oh,” he huffs for a moment before turning on his back. It’s hard to tell in the dark but you think he’s blushing. “You want to sleep on my chest?”

“Well, if you’re asking…” You can tell that he’s flustered the second you rest your head, the thunder of his racing heart now directly below your ear.

“I’m here,” you remind him, rubbing a hand over it. “I’m here.”

“I’m not worried,” he says and you spot the lie from a mile away.

“I know.”

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my tears ricochet (j.t.)

Summary: after years of being at odds with Jamie Tartt, it takes one moment for the walls to come crumbling down

SHE'S BACK BITCHES you can thank Ted Lasso for the inspiration because I just couldn't watch the show and not write anything for Jamie Tartt

AN: angsty fluff is my go to so what better way to make a comeback than my usual. inspired by the scene where Jamie's dad comes into the locker room after the Man City match

"Jamie, why are you doing this?" You questioned your boyfriend of two years. He had just told you he was breaking up with you, completely out of the blue.

"If i'm going to go pro I can't have things from my past weighing me down. Not if I want to be the best." He said. You were stunned at his words.

Did he really believe that? Did he really believe you would weigh him down? "No, no, this isn't you. This is your dad talking. You promised me you would never hurt me, not like this." You replied.

"I lied then. We were kidding ourselves if we thought this would last after school. We're just kids, this was never going to be anything serious." Jamie rebutted. You scoffed at his words. You didn't want to believe that Jamie would actually feel that way.

"It was serious to me. It was serious to you three months ago when you said you wanted me by your side for as long as I'd have you." You replied. "I told you what you wanted to hear." Jamie said simply.

That was the figurative dagger in your back. You had to stop yourself from doing anything you'd regret in the morning. That being punching Jamie in the nose and dealing with the consequences of a fractured hand.

"Go then." You said through tears. "Y/N," Jamie started. "You want to go? Then go. But don't expect me to answer when you call." You snapped, slamming the door in his face.

That fight was four years ago and yet it still plagued your nightmares. The hurtful things Jamie said to you still playing through your head whenever you were ready to move on officially.

Sure you dated guys here and there, but the second you felt that it could become serious, hearing Jamie say he told you what you wanted to hear played on a loop.

You were angry he still had that much control over you. And your current occupation didn't help either. You had just started as the athletic trainer for AFC Richmond. Which meant you saw Jamie on a daily basis.

He tried to start a conversation with you, try to make up for the things he did but you never gave him the time of day.

It was your first official month at AFC Richmond and you had succeeded at avoiding Jamie at all costs. You'd either be busy, gone home early, or simply said no. All resulting in one of the other physios treating him.

He knew what you were doing. So that's why he had to corner you in the treatment room to even get face time with you. He walked into the room and closed the door, standing in front of it so you couldn't leave.

“What the hell are you doing?" You questioned. "You won't talk to me." Jamie answered. "Did you ever think that I had a very good reason for not wanting to talk to you?" You asked. "Y/N, Jamie started.

"You don't get to do this. You don't get to trap me in here and force me to talk to you. You made this decision and now you have to live with it. You can't just come back into my life like you didn't break my heart." You said with an eerily calm tone.

"That's not who I am anymore." Jamie said. "Well the person you are now, has to pay for the mistake of the person you were." You said.

You looked at him, signaling him to step aside so you could leave. the two of you just started at each other for a moment and it took everything in your power not to fold and fall into his arms.

But eventually he did move, letting you walk through the door. Jamie didn't have many regrets in his life but doing what he did to you was by far the worst thing and his biggest regret.

The night he broke up with you, Jamie let his dad get into his head, saying all of these things about how you'll bring him down. He can't go pro with a girlfriend from home. He'll get bored of you anyway, so he should just cut you loose.

Jamie didn't know why he listened to his father in the first place. His mother had told him that you would be the thing that grounded him when he finally had his big break.

He didn't have you, and he turned into a huge prick. And that day you were right, he was paying for the mistakes that version of himself made.

__

The match against Man City at Wembley did not have the outcome everyone wanted. Richmond lost and no one was feeling good about it.

You were packing up heat packs and resistance bands when the locker room door opened.

"Uh, Mr. Tartt? You have a visitor. Says he's your father." The security man said.

Instinctually, Jamie and you locked eyes, you gave your head a slight shake. Telling Jamie that seeing his father was the last thing he needed.

Jamie sighed before giving the man permission to bring him in. You despised Jamie's father. You always hated how the man treated his son and you hated how Jamie just sat their and took it.

Now, Jamie was allowing this man to kick him while he's already down.

"Hey, it's a tough one lads, it's tough one. But no shame to it, because you know we only ever beat everybody we play." Jamie's father laughed.

"You pups had no chance. And there he is, my son. My own flesh and blood. Poor Jamie, my son. Now, maybe I'm thinking, his heart's still in Manchester and that's why he missed that sitter in the first half. You absolutely balled it. You balled it. What were you thinking? I'm only kidding." James continued.

You tensed when he started shoving Jamie slightly. You weren't close enough to hear what was said, only hearing Jamie say "don't speak to me like that."

It all escalated so quickly after that. James turned around and began yelling at the team, shouting that they were amateurs. Jamie turned away from his father and James pushed him harshly.

Jamie turned back around and punched his father in the nose, hard enough to send him to the ground.

Before James could retaliate against Jamie, Coach Beard picked him up and escorted him outside.

For a second, nobody moved. It felt like everyone stopped breathing, just staring at Jamie. You included. You could see it on his face, he was about to break.

Roy started to move but you beat him to it. You wrapped your arms around Jamie and he was taken aback at first. But then he grabbed onto you tightly and cried into your shoulder.

"You're okay, I got you." You whispered to him. In response his hold around you only got tighter, like he was afraid you'd evaporate in his arms.

It wasn't the first time you had to comfort Jamie after run ins with his father. When he was playing football for the school team, his dad got on him about everything.

There were many nights where Jamie would sneak into your bedroom because he just felt better with you. You made things feel better, even if only for a moment.

After a few seconds of just holding him, he pulled away from you and neither of you had noticed the team dispersed.

"The team is probably waiting for you on the bus." You said, breaking the silence. "Yeah, yeah. You're right." Jamie replied. "I'll see you on the bus, Jamie." You told him as you grabbed your bag of supplies.

For the third time, he watched you walk away from him. But this time was different. Even after what he did, you were still there for him after his dad barged in.

That night, after you had driven home, got in your pajamas and sat on your sofa with a glass of wine, the last thing you'd expect was to have someone knock at your door.

And hell probably froze over because Jamie was standing on your doorstep.

"Jamie?" You questioned. "Can we talk? Please?" He asked, almost pleaded. You blamed your fatigue on you giving in so quickly, but you let him inside nonetheless.

"I let you down. That night at your house, I let you down." He spoke. "I-I let me dad control me and I did the last thing I ever wanted to do. You meant the world to me and I let you go. I'm sorry, Y/N." He added.

You didn't really know what to say to him after that. So you just took his hand and brought him to the sofa, where he sat down next to you.

"What you did really hurt me. I thought I did something wrong, like I didn't make you happy anymore. I tried to move on, I went on a few dates but every time I thought you were in the past, I just kept hearing what you said to me that night." You said.

"You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve any of that." Jamie replied. "You're right. I didn't deserve any of that. But that's not who you are anymore, is it?" You asked.

"The Jamie I knew, the Jamie you were, would have never stuck up to your dad the way you did. I never understood why but I always supported you. But the Jamie you are now, you stuck up for yourself. You didn't let him bully you and I'm really, really proud of you." You continued.

"But you said-" He started. "I know what I said. I know I said that you had to pay for those mistakes. I was wrong." You interrupted.

"I love you, Y/N. I don't think I ever stopped loving you even though I definitely tried." Jamie confessed. "How about this? We start over. Let me get to know the new Jamie." You said.

A smile formed on Jamie's face as he held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Jamie." He said. You laughed lightly as you took his hand. "I'm Y/N." You replied, shaking his hand. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" Jamie asked.

"Yes, yes I would." You said.

And you did go on the date with Jamie. You learned who this new Jamie really was. He was kind, caring, still cocky as ever but he cared about others.

He had best friends in, Sam, Isaac and even Roy though he didn’t really phrase it like that. Jamie stopped letting the opinions of the world define him and only the opinions of those he loved and valued.

You felt incredibly proud of Jamie and this new person he had become and this Jamie was the one you fell in love with.

[hd-wireless]

📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2024 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #4

🎤 Can you believe we’ve had four weeks of amazing creations already? We certainly can’t! We hope you’re enjoying the works inspired by music that hit just the right tone to make them into unique drarry fics, art, and podfics.

There are enough works for us to post for one last week of glorious Drarry goodness, so buckle up for the final countdown! 🎶

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️ And here for the YouTube playlist.

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 The Shape I found you in [Not Rated, Digital art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'The Shape I found you in' by 'Girlyman'  🎵 Summary: But your heart was busy within,  Building bomb shelters under your skin.  That's the shape I found you in

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Thunder [E, 11,325, digital]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac  🎵 Summary: Harry and Ginny are on a break. Harry and Ginny don’t want anyone to know. Harry assumes Ginny is fucking their way through their Quidditch team. Harry punches Draco Malfoy in the face in his free time. Harry considers this a perfectly reasonable coping mechanism. Harry figures that as long as he keeps everything the way that it is, that everything will stay the same, and nothing bad will happen, and Ginny will stay with him, and Malfoy will keep quietly visiting his dreams.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 crawlin' helpless on the floor [M, 1,525]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cure For Pain by Morphine  🎵 Summary: It doesn't take much to torment a man when he's three broken contracts away from being out of a job and down a newspaper.

📻 Hell is the talkin' type [E, 7,309]

🎵 Song Prompt: Dinner and Diatribes by Hozier  🎵 Summary: “Morgana, I need a drink,” Draco sighs. “Why did I let you convince me to participate in this torture again?”  Harry chuckles. “Because I’m your husband, and you love me?” he offers.  “Bah. Remind me not to let myself be so sentimental next time.”

📻 Mr Blue Sky [E, 69,024]

🎵 Song Prompt: ‘Mr. Blue Sky’ by ‘Electric Light Orchestra’  🎵 Summary: Mr Blue Sky, please tell us why, you had to hide away for so long...   After five years, Malfoy had finally escaped house arrest, and he moved in just a few streets down from Grimmauld Place. Overnight, the Daily Prophet seemed to fall in love with him. For his charity work, and his charming smile, and—Harry was sure—his prattish fucking personality. No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't stop running into him.  He had bigger problems, though. His best friends in the world were having a baby together, which was fantastic, except that they weren't sure he could hold it together well enough to be Godfather.  But despite being flat broke, with a dead dad, and no one willing to risk hiring him, Malfoy appeared to be completely in control of the narrative surrounding his newfound freedom. Maybe Harry could learn a thing or two from the best of the best.  After all, he had the entire pregnancy to convince Ron and Hermione he was perfectly, entirely, 100% fine. If sometimes he had to fistfight Malfoy about it, well, that was nothing new.

📻 'tis the damn season [M, 2,892]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'tis the damn season by Taylor Swift  🎵 Summary: He doesn’t know why the universe seems to keep placing him in Potter’s proximity every time he returns to London. He doesn’t know how they keep falling into bed, every year, like clockwork.  Draco has tried not to question it.

📻 Tecum Ad Astra [M, 3,257]

🎵 Song Prompt: Levitating by Dua Lipa  🎵 Summary: It's Friday night and Harry Potter is relaxing with a good book in front of a crackling fire.  But he should be at the club.

📻 Music to my ears [E, 13,190]

🎵 Song Prompt: River flows in You, Yiruma  🎵 Summary: Harry is completely captivated by the beautiful music played on a street piano at a park in Cambridge. He is, however, unprepared for whom the pianist turns out to be.

📻 Pancakes for Dinner [T, 2,176]

🎵 Song Prompt: Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzie McAlpine  🎵 Summary: Draco’s on a trip to visit Harry in his new city at his new job. He’s not brave enough to say how he really feels.

📻 Seasons [E, 9,314]

🎵 Song Prompt: Águas de Março (Waters of March) by Antônio Carlos Jobim  🎵 Summary: Seconds pass, and it’s like he can see Draco worrying the sliver of glass in his heart, looking for a way to press it out, to expose the wound to the sun. It’s life; Harry can be patient.

[romanoffshifting]

Answer as your DR self!

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

82. Favourite movie?

87. First person you talked to today?

90. Name a person you love?

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

99. Have any pets?

108. What should you be doing?

Sorry if it's a lot...

Thank you darling <333

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

My mama lol

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Probably a mix of both considering i kegally dont exist. I love getting to know people but i dont meet them very often.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

My mama or Wands, they're the sweetest <3

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My dad. We had an interesting conversation about dreams and the multiverse and

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

MY POPTARTS FOR BREAKFASZ <333

82. Favourite movie?

Lilo and Stitch and How to Train your Dragon

87. First person you talked to today?

My (adoptive) dad, Tony. We had afirementioned conversation about dreams and such

90. Name a person you love?

Aside from the three people i have already mentioned, ill say mari Hill qnd uncle clint :)

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

That guy trying to implement the sokovia accords. Hes gonna bring it up today. Hes being mean to wanda im gonna steal all his bed clothes. I also cant be accused of anything since I don't legally exist >:)

99. Have any pets?

No but mama is thinking of getting a cat :)

108. What should you be doing?

Getting ready for this sokovia accords meeting. Me, mama and Tony have planned for me to crash the meeting 😈

[countrymusiclover]

7 - Love Letter

Part 8

It’s About Time

Should the reader have special moments with Memaw. What would you like them to be??

Shutting the red locker in front of me I shrieked in surprise not expecting Ryker to be standing on the other side. “Ryke! What are you doing there?”

“What would ya say about me and you getting a bite to eat?” He shrugged his shoulders.

I made a confused face. “You normally hang out with Hannah after practice.”

“Yeah normally. But I thought we don’t hang out enough anymore, just the two of us.” He replied leaning against the lockers.

I cut myself short. “Ryker, I appreciate it. But I promised Georgie I would watch him during football practice - hang on what’s the paper in his hand?” I peaked over his shoulder seeing Georgie walking past me carrying a note in one hand.

Ryker shifted in front of me trying to block my view. “I insist Y/n. Let’s go to Waffle House right now.”

“Ryker, let me see. We can go on Saturday.” I tried moving past him but he moved in front of me.

“No, let's go right now.”

“Ryker! Let me see - Veronica!” I pushed him into the locker gently and we both turned our hands for me to see Georgie walk up to Veronica about to hand her the piece of paper.

A guy that I assumed had to be her boyfriend snatched it before he could. “What's this, a love note?”

“Give that back!” Georgie reached up on his toes trying to get it back but couldn’t.

The guy chuckled, unfolding the paper reading it aloud. “Oh, I don't think so. "To my beloved Veronica, Every minute I'm away from you is an eternity. But it feels longer than that…”

“Y/n, I didn’t want you to see this.” Ryker explained standing behind me.

I clutched my hands into fists at my sides grumbling under my breath. “Veronica!” I didn’t want to be jealous of the blonde girl but I couldn’t bury my feelings deep inside.

The guy who was dating Veronica kept reading and she just sent my best friend an embarrassed look. “I can't eat, I can't sleep, it feels like there's a hole in my heart that only you can fill..."

Georgie turned on his feet quickly moving through the crowd of laughing students who were watching the whole thing. “Georgie.”

“Not now Y/n.” He shoved his way past me.

I remained there for a few seconds seeing him disappear around the corner. Ryker touches my shoulder gently, calling my attention. “Y/n, I’m sorry -ah!”

“Leave me alone! It’s never going to happen between us.” I smacked his hand running away from him and past Veronica who I wished I could punch in that moment.

My mom had already had dinner with me and my dad expected me to be over at the Cooper house, except I wasn’t for long. I heard George sr voice down the hallway when I entered through the front door of the house. “Going somewhere?”

“Alaska.” Georgie was in his bedroom stuffing things into a gym bag. “Gonna work on the pipeline.”

His dad leaned in the doorway of his bedroom not noticing me peeking in on them from the living room. “Alaska, huh? That-That's pretty far.”

“Not far enough, but it'll have to do.” Georgie responds.

Mr. Cooper enters his bedroom and I snuck around the corner to hear the rest of the conversation. “Look, Georgie, I know it feels bad right now, but... I promise it'll get better.”

“How's it gonna get better? Veronica thinks I'm a jerk, and everyone in the school's calling me Lovey Cooper. “

His dad sucked in a breath. “Ooh, that is not a good name.”

“It doesn't matter, 'cause I'm never going back to that school.”

George sr called his son’s attention. “Listen to me. Hey. You're a good-looking kid, and you got a big heart. Once we get you on a daily shower schedule, the girls are gonna be lining up.”

“I don't want girls. I want Veronica.” Georgie admitted and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

“Yeah, maybe you'll get her and maybe you won't. But someday, you'll find the woman who was really meant for you.”

I scramble over to the couch, opening one of the magazines from the table pretending to read it when his mother walked past with a basket of laundry. “You mean like Kathryn Dempsey?”

“Alaska's beautiful. How 'bout I go with you?” Georgie’s dad mumbled.

Georgie asked him. “Who's Kathryn Dempsey?”

“I was 15 years... I was 15 years old!” His father hollered back to her and it was shortly after that I heard him leaving the room so I bolted up and out the door onto their front porch. I plopped down on the front porch swing sniffing through some tears feeling some tears falling until the front door opened. “Y/n, I didn’t know you were here. Hey are you crying?”

I wiped under my eyes trying to act like I wasn’t. “Uh no. I’m not.”

“No, something is bothering ya. So what’s wrong?” George sr came over to me sitting down beside me.

I dropped my hands in my lap avoiding his gaze. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Look, I know I’m not your father. But you’re always around like one of my kids so I’m here for you if you want to talk.” He explained letting the cricket noises fill the silent air until I finally had the courage to blurt out what I needed to say.

“I have feelings for Georgie.”

His father became nervous at that. “Oh I wasn’t thinking that but okay…um when did it start?”

“About a year or so after we made these marks together.” I rolled up the sleeve of my jacket showing him the scar on my wrist.

His dad just leaned back on the porch swing seat with his hands in his lap before he spoke. “And he’s being an idiot for not realizing it sooner. That’s why you’re out here because you’re jealous that he’s looking at other girls.”

“Yeah…I shouldn’t be that way.” I run my fingers through my hair.

George sr placed a hand on my knee causing me to meet his gaze. “You have every right to be upset. He’s got a good heart and you are a good girl around him. Eventually when he gets older I have no doubt you two will be together.”

“Thanks Mr. Cooper. I should be getting home it’s late.” Getting up from the seat I slide my backpack on my shoulder walking down the driveway making my way home.

Maybe just maybe he was going to be right about our future. That we would end up together.

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[smoothiedreams]

Bakugou/kirishima headcanons time!

I have nothing to do on my miserable life so why not

[This might include some relationships each character has on their individual daily routine, friendships are real, not only ship can u believe it? I tend to forget haha]

First of all, they train together, like on gym, Bakugou enjoy hitting things with all he got but he can be real moderate when training other exercises. While he is on the treadmill kirishima is training calisthenics, and while bakugou practices boxing punches and karate moves kiri is there lifting himself on some beam.

Kirishima likes bakugou's shoulders and arms a lot, he thinks they are maily attractives. Bakugou likes kiri's chest and belly, nothing more mesmerize than his boyfriend's tummy.

They usually take combat classes with uraraka. She and kiri are gym bros, eventually sato joined them and bakugou surprisely is very calm during these times. He does his exercises alongside them but doesn't necessarily exclude himself, they are all enjoying each other's company at these times of the day.

Bakugou and Sato end up forming a light friendship, they don't talk much but share interactions related to cooking frequently.

We can't forget that Bakugou's parents work with fashion, he inevitably ended up becoming a stylish person himself without noticing. He kinda have a streetwear aesthetic, a bit gotic sometimes. Kiri however likes clothes more colorful, he is a summer boy but also has his streetwear side.

Bakugou is gay, just it, simple as can be. He is demiromantic tho. Kiri is pan/bi.

They private times aren't just penetration, they like touch, intimacy, likes kisses and just rubbing up against each other or giving a helping hand. (I feel kind of weird having thought about this but it seems like I need to highlight my thoughts in this simplistic perverted world).

Abt positions, bakugou usually is topping - not because of any strange straight gender role u might think- he just find more joy on giving pleasure for his partner, and Kirishima is always more willing to receive this adoration ( he might feel powerful for holding confidence in having this relationship with bakugou ).

Kirishima is the big spoon. He always has bakugou grapping his waist and melting into his arms as he sleep peacefully against his chest, at least this is how they start the night, bc when they wake up bakugou has Kiri sprawled out, half-thrown on top of his chest, with his face aligned in the crook of his neck, and somehow Bakugou's arm is now the boy's pillow.

Bakugou is an introvert with limited social battery so is common to see he just chilling out on the couch with jiro, each one on the phone and listening music. Sero sometimes sit with them to just vibe.

Kiri despite having the bakusquad is usually seemed hanging out with momo, asui and SHINSO. Yes, our boy gotcha friendship with him! (someday I'II dissect my thoughts and understand why I want them all to be a small group). He and momo are extroverts dragging asui and shinso tho mostly watch their interactions, that don't mean they don't talk as much as them, they just prefer to add interesting and spicy comments or facts.

Kaminari jokes on being their third wheel, he is right.

Ashido helps kiri on insecure moments, encouraging him on his relationship. She is almost the mom friend, almost.

Bakugou likes chemical. Kirishima likes biology.

Bakugo's dad and kirishima go fishing sometimes. They both are terribly distracted by any conversation.

Bakugou's mom is flustered every time kiri is eating her food bc he always is praising her cooking skills. it's usually her husband who gets all the praise because she herself recognizes that his food is amazing, so he is the one who cooks usualy on the house, but she assures to be the chef when kiri is coming.

Beginning with: kiri has two moms bc this headcanon just makes sense. The two managed to win over Bakugou with their kindness and strong morals, he is extremely more restrained around them.

How and who confessed? It will be extensive.

They are partners even before being in a romantic relationship, so it was on one day that bakugou finds out how good is to them being in such a synchrony, imagine how much more easy it would be if they were more... them BOOM! Existential crisis with a sexuality crisis that lasts two minutes for him to come to a consensus that he doesn't care about falling in love with a boy, but rather wants to have a relationship with anyone. He struggles for a week and ends up agreeing that yes, he wants to stay by shitty hair's side, so he will take it as he has been taking it, just existing. If in any parallel universe Kirishima asked him to go out with him, Bakugou could take that opportunity, but he was fine with how things were. And then he wasn't. The class had just discovered that Present Mic and Professor Aizawa were a thing and everyone was excitedly talking about how good it was to have someone to lean on and share things with in the world of pro heroes. Kirishima, mina and uraraka were talking about how much they admired their relationship, and Kirishima lets slip that it's even a little envious of them by having the courage to get deeply involved with someone. He jokingly says something like "Bakugou, can you believe it? That maybe one day someone could be my significant other like that? Being heroes and everything else we aspire to." "is to much to ask for haha." bakugou replies, "you better think of harder wishes to grant shitty hair." Mina then is like, "Don't go throwing words like this because Bakugou might take it as a challenge", uraraka adds with, "He already think its to easy." THEN some defiant and provocative instinct of bakugou is activated and all inhibitions are thrown to the air without him realizing it, "STUPID EXTRAS! being by his side is something that I am already taking first place in, it isn't even a challenge!"

Then somehow..."Would u easily turn into my boyfriend as easy as you make it seems bakugou?" - "stop saying dumb things shitty hair"- "You said it first!" - "if u wanna me to take responsability u have to take courage to ask me out" - 'but we already went out!" "..." - " WE ARE DATING" - " WE ALREADY ARE"

I know this was long and a bit confusing but I hope you enjoyed my thoughts lol

[loving-strawberry]

✶Stray Kids reacting to cop!reader coming home from work for the first with a face injury✶(HCS)

It was a request!

A little note: Honestly, I tried to make it seriously, but I half failed... So I guess there some humor as well

Genre: A bit of angst(maybe...?). Fluff. Some crack.

Pairing: Bf!Skz x Fem!Reader

Warning: Swearing(?). mention of injuries, blood, stitches, bruises. Probably some writing errors.

Bang Chan☆

Dad mode activated... Or protective boyfriend mode activated

He knows about your career and he supports you fully

But since you two began dating, he never saw you coming home with a busted lip

Of course he started asking questions

"What happened??"

"A drunkard punched me. Nothing to worry about."

"But... There's blood on your lip?? How should I not worry??"

"It's already a usual thing almost. I'm gonna be fine"

He is so proud of you for being this strong and still super supportive

But now he's also double worried about your safety

He fear that something else will happen on your next patrols

He just doesn't want to lose you in any way :(

Lee Minho☆

He will act like he isn't worried, but inside he's PANICKING

Knowing what your job is, he was always worried for your safety

But now that you came home with a black eye???

He almost doesn't want you to go anymore 💀

"You won't go to your job again. You need to find something much safer"

"Min, I'm fine. I promise. It's pretty common to me. I don't even care anymore."

Now he is flabbergasted...

What do you mean common?

His kitten is almost constantly injured??

Now he is even more against you going back to that work place

But won't continue arguing with you about it, knowing how much you love that job and how much you love protecting people

But be prepared for him checking every body part of yours whenever you get back home from work-

Want to make sure you are not getting any serious injuries

Seo Changbin☆

Tries his best not to cry and will pout

Tell me otherwise. He's a softie

And seeing you with a bruised eye is making him super sad

He wants to protect you, even though you can very well protect yourself

But there is danger around every corner, and this is proven him right

You see his pouting face of your boyfriend and try to reassure him

"Bin, I'm fine. I promise. It's not the first time happening on a patrol."

That surely reassured him...

"That doesn't seem like fine to me. You are hurt, baby..."

He will take care of you all day then, whether you like it or not

And lots of cuddles

Hwang Hyunjin☆

Coming back home to your boyfriend, and having a swelling, bloody lower lip?

*Hyunjin dramatical gasp*

So shocked that he doesn't know what to do

Should he call an ambulance? Should he better take you directly to the hospital?

Literally worried and extra drama queen

"Hyunnie, my love... I don't think you need to exaggerate like this. I will be fine. I'm used to it."

"That doesn't mean you don't have to take care of it and be careful when working with dangerous people!"

He know there is no way of avoiding these situations

Because people can be super violently

But you still need to be extremely careful, you can get killed

And the last thing he wants is you dead

Han Jisung☆

Drama queen no. 2...

This man will start panicking worse than Hyunjin and Minho together

It's the first time you are coming home with a big bruise on the corner of your mouth and your nose with bandage on it from one of your patrols

"Whats wrong with your face???"

"Um... I beg your pardon...?"

"You. Have. INJURIES!"

"Ok. And?"

Also flabbergasted no. 2

Why so calm? It's happening frequently?

Is his baby punched in the face almost daily at work??

He still support you and trust you with your job

Because you are strong and he couldn't be more proud

Lee Felix☆

Unlike Changbin, he will cry

You came home a bit late than usual with stitches to your lip

"Flower...? What happened?"

Your mission: Try calm him down

"Oh Lixie... I've been through worse than this. This is nothing. I promise I'm fine"

Mission failed: Felix is now sobbing

Even his scared for your life, that one day, something really serious will happen

He will remain your no. 1 support

The proudest of all the members

Kim Seungmin☆

Just like Minho, tries to look like he doesn't care

But he is indeed worried that it could've been ended up worse than just a bruise around your eye

"You need to be more careful"

"It's not that big of a deal, but thanks for caring"

"Of course I care"

Will bring an ice pack for you to put in on your eye

And will do whatever you ask for, just to make sure you are ok

Even for just a bruise

He loves you and that means he does everything for you

Yang Jeongin☆

Poor baby doesn't know how to react at all

He should be shocked? Sick? Sad? Proud of you for being this strong?

He is just trying to process everything

Because seeing you with a busted lip isn't what he thought he's going to see

Your job can be super dangerous and he knows it

But it still shocked him

"Is there anything I can do for you, love?"

"Hm? Oh, no. You don't have to worry about anything. I'm fine, Innie."

He will definitely be worried

Still end up take care of you that evening.

.............................

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𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 — 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: growing up together was hard enough, it didn’t help that you were hopelessly trapped by both of them, wondering which one would win you over in the end—because honestly, why couldn’t you have both?

cw: 18+ (minors dni), munson twins, eddie’s brother is nameless (up to your own interpretation), virgin!eddie, his brother is a whore (and proud about it), unrequited crushes/pining, degradation toward reader (slight, just a couple insults), protected/unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, this smut is literally polar opposite and purely self indulgence, a little manhandling on his brother’s part, eddie’s a natural blonde don’t attack me it’s my own person headcanon. if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 8.3k

Eddie had been a large part of your life, through childhood and then on, your friendship only strengthening into high school and when Eddie got held back, it made things easier somehow, despite how much it affected things for Eddie in the long run, he still tried to make the most of it—even if his twin brother made his life a living hell on a daily basis.

His brother wasn’t too bright either, as much as he tried. Eddie has trouble focusing and understanding, processing things slower than normal students—he had the capability, but Eddie needed the extra love and attention that no one wanted to show him. His brother on the other hand, it had to be lack of caring—if it weren’t for Eddie being so adamant about graduating he would’ve dropped out and settled for a GED and put all the stupid high school shit to rest. But the truth is, they did everything together—if Eddie wanted to tough it out, so was he.

There was a brief interim in your childhood when Eddie and his brother had come to live with you when their mother died and their dad disappeared soon after, but eventually they settled into the trailer with Wayne, their uncle, who was one of the sweetest men you’d had the opportunity to know.

It was a mystery how he put up with the Munson twins, because even you couldn’t handle it some days.

“You could just kick him out,” You suggest to Eddie, chair shoved as close as possible beside his, knees touching as you rested your feet on the edge of table, “I don’t think any of us would miss him.”

“And listen to him bitch for the rest of the year?” Eddie asks redundantly, “No fucking thank you.”

“He doesn’t even like Dungeons and Dragons.” You point out, not that Eddie wasn’t already aware, “It’s painful having to watch him play—like, claw your eyes out painful.”

“He says it helps with the ladies,” Eddie complains with a full eye roll, tossing the pencil he’d been twirling between his fingers on the table, “—like we’re a fetish or some shit.”

You laugh to yourself. It wasn’t that far-fetched, but his counterpart was a lot more liked than him. Eddie had his small group of friends within Hellfire Club and you, it was all he really needed. You couldn’t say the same for the carbon copy sitting across from you, his face scrunching up in the same way Eddie’s does when he’s concentrating—if it weren’t for his short cropped hair they’d be impossible to tell apart look-wise. Their personalities however couldn’t be more different.

“I think it’s him that’s fetishizing us.” You tell Eddie, catching his brother’s heated gaze across the room, a disgusting smirk gracing his face. “Not who he’s hooking up with.”

“I’m not talking to him,” Eddie shakes his head adamantly, “I live with the dumbass, that’s already painful enough.”

“You’re such a baby,” You tease Eddie, punching gently at his thigh, “—What, do you want me to talk to him?”

Eddie shrugs, but his answer is clear in his face, unable to meet your stare.

“Eddie, he hates me.” You remind him, eyes squinting in annoyance as you look up toward his brother, gaze still as intense as ever and you’re not sure he’s looked away at all in the past few minutes, like he can hear the conversation you’re having, smug look on his face as he raises his hand to flip you off playfully. You force a tight smile, returning the gesture.

“Scratch that—I think it’s just me that really hates him.”

“Understandable.” Eddie chirps quietly, but it doesn’t change his unspoken plea.

“Fuck, fine.” You sigh when Eddie’s pout refuses to fade, shoving your bag at him. “Wait for me in the van, crybaby.”

Eddie grins slightly, hugging the bag tight. He knew which angles of you to work, read you like a book, and you fell for it every goddamn time.

Eddie’s brother senses your approach before you can even make yourself known, turning on you in his chair with the same annoying grin he had earlier.

“Whatever you’re gonna say, I don’t care.” You tell him firstly, holding your hand out to stop him, “Eddie wants you out.”

He ruffles a hand through his curls cooly, his hair fighting against the mountain of product he had in it—most of it was for show, shaping his hair away from his face to show off his features. He knew he was attractive, you knew it—it wasn’t lost on anyone. But, you’ve seen him outside of school on his worst days, just as less put together as Eddie was on most days. The difference was that Eddie wasn’t worried about everyone’s perception—his brother stressed over it everyday, even if he didn’t show it.

“Eddie,” He says slowly, like he’s testing the word out, “my own brother?”

“Well Eddie, and me, and every other person here.” You tell him admittedly, watching his grin grow wider. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He chuckles slightly, rolling the unsmoked joint in his fingers, your eyes widening at the sight of it. “I’m listening to you talk—isn’t that what you want?”

“You’re fucking insane,” You scold, snatching the joint from his hand, holding it up, “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

“It’s my weed, sweetheart.”

“In our club room, that we manage as a group—the last thing we need is you getting caught with drugs on campus.”

He snatches the joint back with ease, stuffing it into his jacks pocket. Your arms cross over your chest defiantly, frustration growing.

“Look—wear the fucking shirt or don’t, but stop showing up to meetings and campaigns, for the love of god—“

“What?” He asks teasingly, “Am I really that difficult to be around?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly, causing his face to fall slightly.

“Whatever.” He shrugs off, leaning forward to stand, towering above you slightly. “Figures my brother’s too much of a pussy to just tell me, he’s gotta send his little bitch to do his bidding—“

You make a loud ‘pfft’ in response, quickly reaching forward to snatch the joint from his pocket, holding it on display between your fingers.

“Good, because this little bitch is taking this as payment for thinking you can get away with calling me anything other than my name.”

He’s speechless for once, not even attempting to pull the joint away. You smile kindly, shoving the joint into your own pocket and turning on your heels.

“See you tonight,” You sing patronizingly over your shoulder, knowing he’d pop up at the trailer at some point, “maybe Eddie and I will save you some if there’s any left.”

You’re gone before he can respond, approaching Eddie in the parking lot a few short minutes later, passing the joint into his hands.

“What the fuck?” Eddie asks out of confusion, “Where did you get this?”

“Seems like he went digging into your stash,” You smile in amusement, “since Rick won’t sell to him.”

“Yeah, because he’d kill the product before he even had a chance to sell it, not that he has any capability for that.”

“Oh, burn.” You comment, holding Eddie’s hand up in front of his face, joint still tight between his thumb and forefinger. “As a celebration for successfully booting your brother out of Hellfire, we can smoke it in his honor.”

“Since when do you smoke?” Eddie asks with a soft laugh, pulling his hand away from your grip, eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at you.

“It’s a special occasion,” You shrug, “besides, your brother really stresses me out.”

Eddie snorts at your obvious qualms, hands extending fancifully toward his trusty van, the only constant in his life besides you and and his brother.

“Well, it’s not going to smoke itself, so…” Eddie adds, watching as you quickly skittered around the passenger side, hoping in with a grin that spread across your entire face.

“I do think I hurt his feelings though,” You tell Eddie, the image flashing in your head again, “you two have a really pitiful sad face—“

Eddie frowns at that, mostly as a joke, but you jab your finger in his direction to prove a point.

“You look like sad little puppies, it’s infuriating.” You complain, shoving his face away gently as he started the ignition.

“Add it to the list, sweetheart,”

“Where is he anyways?” You ask curiously, joint held between your lips as you inhaled, tip burning a bright, amber red before you’re passing it back to Eddie carefully.

“Well, it’s Friday so—probably a date.” Eddie shrugs, taking a couple slow drags himself, laid flat on his back as he stares up at the ceiling. You glance over at the other empty bed shoved in the corner of the room. “Or in some girl's bed.”

You weren’t sure how they made it work, both of them living in such a small space—but if they could share a womb together, they could make anything work. Plus, they weren’t exactly swimming in cash. Wayne was still working overtime at the plant and Eddie was stowing away what he could from his drug sales—as for his brother, it was a mystery.

“You know, I’d take it as a compliment.” You can see the hard line of worry on his face, lost in his own thoughts. “He tries to act so much like you.”

“Yeah, but he parades it around like it’s a character.” Eddie replies, passing the joint over. You slip it between your lips, falling to your stomach beside him until your faces are nearly parallel to each other. “And it doesn’t help that half the school thinks I’m a fuckin’ freak while everyone is eating that shit up when he does it.”

You pull the joint from your own lips and slip it between his wordlessly, his eyes falling shut as he grabs for it, fingers grazing your own. His touch was nothing but comfort anymore—it didn’t surprise Wayne the first time he caught you two cuddled on the couch with your hands wrapped around each other, having fallen asleep halfway through a movie.

Besides, Eddie knows nothing will ever come of it.

“I see right through it.”

“Yeah, but that’s because you know him. You know us. He can’t pull that shit here, that’s why he acts the way he does at school.”

“He’s an attention whore.” You say, only half-joking.

Eddie laughs to himself, finishing off the last of the joint before stubbing it out, “Since the day he was born.”

You tilt your head slightly in question, wondering where he was taking the conversation.

“Born first, walked first, it never fails. Do you remember when I first came to live with you back in elementary?”

You make a skeptical face, nose scrunching up in amusement.

“Yeah, of course.”

“You kept confusing us, back before I grew my hair out long. I stopped trying to correct you after a while, but for a week when you thought you were talking to me, it was actually just him.”

Your mouth drops open in shock, disgust crossing your face.

“And you kept that to yourself for this long?” You ask.

“It’s just proof of how easily he can portray himself as me and get away with it. I’m always last to everything—and girls run the other direction when they see me.”

You’ve seen it firsthand, the grimace and turn to sneak away somewhere else, the blatant way people ignore Eddie even when he’s just trying to be friendly—despite it all, he still keeps a smile on his face, no matter how much it bothers him.

“I don’t,” You say pointedly, grabbing at the hand resting against his stomach to twist the jewelry adorning each finger, pressing the palm against your cheek to offer a warm smile, “I’m always here.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Eddie says, pulling his hand away gently to stuff it behind his head. “You’re different.”

You pull away slightly, a little dejected.

“No—shit, I don’t mean it like that.” Eddie quickly clears up, “I just—we don’t look at each other that way, right?”

“Are you asking me that? Or yourself?” You counter, knowing full well where this conversation could take you, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Don’t say that.” Eddie brow furrows in frustration, mouth downturned slightly. It wasn’t quite a frown, but a face of fear, unknowingness.

“Eddie, seriously.” You tell him monotone—no jokes, no stupid attempts to make him feel better. “Ask yourself that.”

“You always talk about how much my brother disgusts you.” Eddie defends weakly. “Doesn’t that kinda translate over or something, since we’re twins?”

“His personality disgusts me, yes.” You clarify, “But I’d be blind to not find you two attractive—I don’t think I’ve ever tried to hide that. I call you cute all the time.”

“Yeah, but—cute as in like “oh, cute”, that’s different.” Eddie tells you like he’s got it all figured out. But, he’s so stubbornly stuck in his own ways that he doesn’t even realize what you’re trying to hint at.

“Eddie.” You say his name with a little more urgency, face protesting a vulnerability that only felt safe with him. “You’re hot, is that what you want me to say?”

Eddie’s face turns a beet red, traveling up to the tips of his ears. He can’t form a single word in the English language without making a complete fool of himself, so he stays quiet.

“Dude, I will deflower you—if that’s what you want.” You tell him, skipping past the nuisance of hoping he’d catch on.

“I’m not a flower.” Eddie pouts, reminding you exactly what you liked him so much.

“God, Eddie—I want to have sex with you.”

Eddie sits up slightly, eyeing you carefully—it’s like he’s taking you in under a new light, “Won’t that make things weird?”

“Not unless you want it to.” You shrug, mimicking his actions and raising to your knees. “Casual sex is fun, you know?”

“I wouldn’t know.” Eddie reminds you softly, eyes wandering toward his lap aimlessly.

“Do you want to?”

Eddie eyes you hesitantly, scared that this might ruin everything. There was never a doubt in your mind that it would, but Eddie’s a constant worrier and you can see it bothering him already. You smile comfortingly, holding up your pinky to him.

“Only if you want to, Eddie.” You explain, eyes soft as you look at him, his own features softening in response, “It changes nothing, I promise.”

Eddie smiles slightly, reaching his pinky up to wrap around your own, signifying just how fast everything was about to change.

The giggles set in soon after, fumbling through the slow drag of clothes as you pull Eddie’s shirt over his head, his worn mattress creaking as you moved around to stand, pulling him up by his jeans and fumbling with his belt before shoving him back down, following as you fell to your knees on the floor between his spread legs.

“Oh! No, that’s—“ Eddie interjects quickly, hands held out midair and unsure of where to land, “we can skip to the good part if that’s easier.”

“You’ve never had your dick sucked before have you?” You ask, unzipping his pants in the same action, his chest heaving sharply as he took a breath. “That is the fun part—sex is fun but so is everything else.”

“I just don’t want you to feel like—“

“Eddie,” You pause, waiting for him to make eye contact with you, “I’m saying this was all the love I have for you—shut up.”

Eddie laughs weakly, “Okay, okay. Sorry.”

“Here, hips up—“ Eddie obeys, lifting his hips high enough for you to yank them down to his knees and off his legs, leaving him naked aside from his underwear, dick already tenting his boxers despite having not touched or even kissed you.

It’s endearing actually, teeth digging into your bottom lip as your finger pulls at his boxers testingly, waiting for him to give you the go ahead. He nods, face pinched together in concentration as you pull the piece of clothing away, eyes turned toward the ceiling in an attempt to calm himself.

Well, that and if he looks at you with his dick in your mouth he knows it won’t last long.

And admittedly, you didn’t have any expections—knowing Eddie for so long took out the intial awkwardness you would usually feel with sexual partners.

“Last chance to back out.” You joke, Eddie’s laugh getting caught in his throat.

“No—no, I’m good.” Eddie nods.

The first touch is careful, taking his cock in your hands gently, watching the hard ridge of his neck as swallows, eyes carefully calculated toward the ceiling. You’ve never really cared much for size or looks, dicks weren’t really there for show, but Eddie’s easily takes the cake. He’s perfect, girthy, and just the right length to not immediately scare you at the idea of taking him inside you—which is a very real fear in your case, your tongue swiping against the flushed tip teasingly, and Eddie releases a shaky breath.

“You okay?” You ask curiously, his hands white knuckling his sheets. They lessen slightly at your words, nodding his head silently.

It’s enough confirmation for you, taking half the length of him in your mouth in one go, tongue flattening against the bottom as back up, gathering a small bit of saliva to spit out over the head. The noise is enough to have him choking on air, his breath coming out in soft pants.

“Eddie,” You say melodically, eyes peering up at him as your tongue stretched across the underside of his shaft. Eddie looks down shyly, landing on you immediately, “you can look, I don’t care.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Eddie admits, “I don’t think I can, not if I want this to last.”

You shrug coolly, “Just tell me to stop if it gets too much or too close.”

You blame the boldness in your calmed nerves, laughing softly as you took him in your mouth again, his eyebrows melting into one as he groaned, plush lips parting slightly.

“Fuck, that’s—“ Eddie sighs, “holy shit.”

You giggle to yourself, leaning down to roll your tongue around the tight sack of his balls, pulling just the sound you expect out of him—a strangled gasp at the unexpected action, murmuring a soft, “You can’t—you can’t do that.”

“Too much?”

Eddie nods weakly, his hand hovering on his knee, wanting to touch but not knowing if he should. You do the work for him, burying his fingers around the curve of your head, squeezing until he grips a small portion of your hair.

“You lead, okay?” You instruct. Eddie offers a quiet acknowledgement, watching as you close your lips around the head of his cock, the pressure of his hand featherlight as he motioned you down, stammering out words that you couldn’t make out until he finds a manageable rhythm—it’s slow, but it works. Eventually you find yourself growing bored, pushing a little further than he’s expecting as he tips the back of your throat. He tugs at your hair involuntarily, shoving you deeper until you’re gagging around him, pulling away with rugged gasp.

“Shit, sorry.” Eddie quickly apologizes, pulling away as you caught your breath, eyes watering from the sudden intrusion.

You shake your head, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “It’s okay—I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

Eddie laughs in disbelief, resting back on the palms of his hands, feeling more comfortable with himself than earlier.

“Can I—“ The words linger, his eyes traveling to the jeans still on your body, “I’ve never—I mean I’m probably really bad but I wanna try.”

“Sure.” You answer with a giddy nod, it was often that men offered and you weren’t about to turn down the opportunity, even if it took a little coaching.

Eddie switches positions, waiting until you’re laid out underneath him to pull at your pants, catching onto the hem of your underwear and yanking them off in one go, tugging at where they get caught around your ankles. Eddie laughs, the clothes flying out of his hands comically at how roughly he tugs.

When he’s finally settled his eyes wander up towards yours curiously, waiting for instructions—he knows that you know how clueless he is and he’s accepting how embarrassing it may be. But, he’s a pleaser and eager as ever.

“There’s not much to it,” You tell him, “—here, let me see your hand.”

He’s not completely inept, his fingers spreading through your folds without being told, his middle finger dragging down the seam toward your entrance, barely breaching.

You giggle slightly, chest shaking at the motion, “Up here,” You tell him, dragging his finger up toward the small bundle of nerves, “that’s where it feels the best.”

His finger rubs experimentally at the sensitive nub, the nod you give in response is enough to lead him down the right path, he licks at his fingers instinctively to wet them before pressing them back against your clit—it’s enough to make your body run hot, knowing that he doesn’t even realize what he just did.

“Huh—okay, so basically just do the same thing with your tongue and you can use your fingers too—,” Eddie slips a finger inside of you gradually, a vivacious grin on his face as he eases inside, “yeah, that.”

He urges your legs over his shoulders until he can get a decent grip with one hand, palm wrapping around the top of your thigh to spread your legs open wider, his mouth settling against your cunt, hot breath trapped between your legs as pressed the flat of his tongue against you, dragging it up toward your clit and down again, his finger moving slowly inside of you until he’s knuckle deep, failing to separate his brain into two places as he gets a little too enthusiastic, lips closing around your clit as he flicks his tongue teasingly until it’s nearly unbearable.

“Shit, shit—okay.” You tap at his shoulder gently, “That’s good—just, slower.”

And despite how hard it is for Eddie to focus, he’s still a great listener. He does slow down, attempting to focus on pairing the two together before forgoing his fingers completely, hands wrapped around both your thighs to give his mouth full focus, squeezing at the tender part of your skin with every noise you make, a soft whine leaving your mouth as he flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit, his eyes connected with you briefly—he looks ridiculous, given the circumstances.

Eyes strained red from the weed and half-lidded slightly, feeling triumphant in the way you moan openly at his actions, fingers dragging into his bangs and pulling them back, guiding his face in a subtle motion against your cunt, directing him at the speed you’re searching for and he rolls with it easily, his hips rutting against the sheets absentmindedly.

It isn’t unnoticed to you though, the soft curve of his ass on display as he planned to ruin his sheets further—truthfully, you can’t stand to see it happen.

You push him away gently, his mouth shining with slick wetness as he peers up at you through a haze of lust and being absolutely blazed out of his mind.

“Condoms?” You ask, “You have some, right?”

“Well, no. Obviously.” Eddie answers truthfully, causing you to sigh in response, falling against the bed in defeat, “Wait—actually…”

He leaves the bed briefly, traveling over to his brother’s side to yank open a door, rummaging through it messily. It takes a minute, but he eventually finds a small foil square stuffed in the back, holding it up between his fingers.

“Last one.” Eddie smiles, “Lucky us, I guess.”

“An even bigger fuck you now that he has to buy more.” You comment snidely, watching as Eddie fumbled with the package. “Do you need help?”

“I’m not that clueless, sweetheart.” Eddie says defensively, though his voice is just as endearing. He does get the package open eventually, slipping the condom on with ease—he’s practiced a few times, but it wasn’t something he needed to admit to.

“Do you want to—like this?” You ask him, watching as he positioned himself between your legs, feeling a little uncertain.

“Uh—“ Eddie blanks, searching your eyes briefly, “Maybe you could get on top?”

You grin, nodding eagerly. Eddie surprises you with a hand wrapping around your waist, an unnecessary shoe of strength as he heaves you onto his lap, hips hovering as you reposition yourself. He’s got a firm hand around his shaft, eyes narrowed in concentration as your fingers wrap around his own wrist, guiding him toward your entrance.

It’s slow, gradual, but an instant breath of relief as he sinks inside you, mouth parting with every inch that you took until he’s fully bottomed out and buried inside you to the hilt.

Eddie clears his throat, struggling to keep things normal and level and not completely lose his goddamn mind. He couldn’t even tell you how he ended up in this situation, even if it was staring him right in the face.

“—Eddie, are you with me?” Your voice fades in, Eddie’s attention snapping up to you. “Are you going to survive?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie assures you, his hand settling against your hips, exhaling a shaky breath. “I’m great.”

Your laugh is clipped, a little patronizing as you lift your hips slightly and shift down, “We’ll see about that.”

Eddie’s own laugh dies out on a forceful groan, your hips lifting again as quickly as they come down, just in an effort to tease him.

“That’s—that’s not funny.” Eddie pouts subtly. He could already tell this wasn’t going to last very long, but he wanted to make it worth it—knowing it would never happen again. “Your bra—can I take it off?”

You nod, leaning forward until Eddie can reach around, able to get it on the first try, much to your surprise.

“That’s pretty fucking impresive,” You tell him honestly, sliding the bra down your shoulders and tipping it off to the side, Eddie’s hand already roaming over the expanse of your tits, palming the flesh in his hands. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, biting enough to cause a tinge of pain as an effort to focus on something—anything other than how good you feel around him.

You guide his mouth toward your chest wordlessly, letting him along the dip between your breasts, across the soft mound of flesh, hips lifting synonymously with his movements—it feels easy, but with Eddie, everything always did.

He groans loudly against your skin, head tucked away into your chest as he squeezes at your thigh, blunt nails digging into the flesh. It’s a dull pain but it doesn’t bother you, letting him guide you over his cock in desperation as he opens himself up more and more, panting hotly against your skin.

“Gonna come,” He warns,”—fuck, want you to—to come with me.”

It’s not too much to ask—you would’ve been happy regardless, but the sentiment is noticed. You grab for his hand wordlessly, pressing his thumb over your clot until the pressure is just what you need, guiding him through the motions as his thrusts falter, becoming more and more erratic.

“Fuck, that’s it,” You sigh, the heat growing in your belly quickly, fingers threading into his hair, searching for something to keep you grounded, “—it’s good, keep going.”

Eddie pulls back abruptly, head bouncing harshly against the wall as he takes in the view, the visual of his dick disappearing inside you was the end all, eyes squeezing shut as he came with broken moan, load and punched out, his fingers teetering you over the edge just as quickly, letting out a soft sigh as you clamped around him, over-sensitivity kicking in as you swatted his hand away, hips rocking through the high of your orgasm as it fades quickly and leaves you aching for more.

“What the fuck?” Eddie asks out loud, not to anyone in particular as he sits in a state of disbelief, “That was—“

You chuckle, falling against his chest in a deep state of exhaustion. “It was good, Eddie.” You assure him.

“You’re lying.” He teases, pressing a finger into your side playfully.

“As far as first timers go, it was pretty fucking good.”

Eddie smiles slightly, bashful as his cheeks blush a deep red.

You pull at his ears adoringly, rubbing the red tips between your fingers. “You really are cute when you blush, you should know that.”

“It’s the only thing I have going for me, unfortunately.” Eddie jokes, but you know that’s not true.”

“I don’t know,” You tell him, “You’d be surprised.”

Eddie doesn’t question you when you fall asleep in his bed after, hair still wet from your shower. The eye contact he makes with his brother is tense, smug in the way he knows just by looking at Eddie.

“Not a fucking word.” He bites at him, moving slightly as you turn in his arms, oblivious to the conversation happening above you.

“You owe me a box.” He remarks, knowing Eddie had used up the last condom he had, “And a fucking joint.”

“Fuck off.” Eddie says humorously. As much as the two were constantly at odds, Eddie knew that there wasn’t any real hate toward each other—but it didn’t satiate the fact that his brother still wanted you just as badly, and seeing you cuddled up next to Eddie, it was the kind of heartbreak he’s never felt before—and he buries it deep, deep down.

“And Rick needs you now?” You ask Eddie, tossing your bag on his bed. “It can’t wait?”

“I have to pay him his part,” Eddie explains, “it won’t take long.”

“You say that,” You bicker, Eddie’s eyes softening with the words—it was true, he couldn’t remember a time that it was ever just a ‘quick trip’ to Rick’s, “we need to plan the campaign, Eddie.”

“We will.” He stresses, fetching for the keys stuffed in his pocket. “Just—chill for a bit, eat something—I swear I’ll try to be quick, okay?”

It was an empty promise, but you shrug in response, waving him off—it wasn’t like you had planned this out weeks before, an elaborate campaign that both of you had been excited about, all of it drained from you the moment he leaves, shoving the bag off of the bed as you fall down with a groan, letting out your frustrations into the pillow as it grows in volume.

“Who pissed you off, princess?” It’s the same voice with a different edge, cockiness seeping through.

“Go away,” You moan, turning your face toward the wall, “you’re the last voice I want to hear right now.”

“Damn—Eddie really wound you up, didn’t he?” He asks, taking a seat on Eddie’s bed despite your obvious disdain.

“I’m begging you,” You plead, “fuck off.”

He laughs above you, taking the loose pillow lying on the ground and tossing it at your head gently, “Lighten up, sweetheart—you’re so much prettier when you’re not being mean to me.”

You snap back, turning onto your ass to glare at him.

“Mean?” You draw the word out, face growing hot out of anger.

He held himself much differently than Eddie, but the same in so many ways. His eyes were still just as soft, but the crinkle around the edges when he grinned held a darkness that even you couldn’t miss. In most aspects, he’d always acted as the bigger brother despite him and Eddie only being born a few minutes apart. He was always the first to shield Eddie from their father’s fists, his vile words, comforting Eddie as he cried into his arms—he’s always been more stoic, more detached, and you can see it in the way he looks at people; but not with you.

You know it’s all a front, the anger and snide comments he makes toward you—but it doesn’t snuff the frustration you feel for him.

“You mean I’m pretty when I’m not being a bitch, right?” You argue, “If you’re gonna use your big boy words you should probably stick to them.”

He makes a noise, a little dismissive as he finally relents and leaves without a word, disappearing into the bathroom—and when the shower faucet turns on you feel a breath of relief, having finally shut him up for once.

The wait drags on—and you really shouldn’t have held out hope, taking a seat on the counter as you dug through the half-eaten back of chips, stomach growling in protest as it hoped for something more filling.

“We’re low,” His voice startles you, appearing out of nowhere as he leans against the counter, towel wrapped snugly around his waist, “Wayne gets paid tomorrow, but we don’t have anything to eat.”

“Why are you still talking to me?” You ask desperately, crumbling the bag in your hand and tossing it to the side.

“You used to like me, you know?”

Keywords being used to.

Your eyes bore into him, attempting to ignore the pale slate of skin he dawned, the lack of tattoos only slightly jarring. He was slightly tanner than Eddie, a little leaner, but still held the same structure for the most part. He seems to notice your lingering gaze, pressing up with his palms on the counter to stand at full height.

“What is it about him?” He asks curiously, “My brother.”

“What about him?” You ask flippantly, pushing off the counter until your feet land on the floor with a hard thunk.

“You like him, right?” He questions, beating around the bush.

“To a degree.”

“Enough to have sex with him?” He asks with a low laugh.

“That’s none of your business.” You answer quickly.

He smiles with an edge, evil and full of intent.

“You devirginize my brother out of pity—or what?”

He rounds the counter slowly, menacingly, invading your space—you’ve never felt threatened by him, so the urge to flee never comes, gaze peering up at him in annoyance.

“Do you like him?” He asks, tone digging into your nerves and driving you crazy. “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with him?”

“No,” You respond with a sturdiness, “I’m not falling in love with your brother, not that it’s any of your business, Munson.”

“Ouch,” He laughs deeply, hand resting against the counter as he leans forward, just as hair's breadth away from your ear, “but—you did tell him about your first kiss, right?”

It was a deep repressed memory that you had forced yourself to forget about, face heating up at the thought.

“Only seems fair since you took so many of his.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You warn, eyes darkening.

He leans back slightly, head tilted into your view as his tongue drags along his top row of teeth, “Or what? Your empty threats don’t scare me, princess.”

Your hand raises to shove into his chest, but it never makes it, being shot back down by his own as he reaches for your face, pinching it firmly between his fingers. He can admit he might’ve gone too far, his gaze hot and heavy as he stares down at you—you can’t even be bothered to move, hating the way your body is betraying every moral you had left, proving how easy it was to fall back into old habits.

“Tell me to let go,” He says, almost like a plea, “tell me you want me to let go.”

It feels wrong, like you’re going behind Eddie’s back—but you’re well aware that these are your own choices, you don't need to justify them for anyone.

“If I don’t?” You question, menacing as the answer never comes.

“You try to act like you’re so much better,” He spits, head shaking in dismay, “but you’re just like me.”

He tilts your head up slightly, your hands wrapping around his forearms as he pulls. It stings, the stretch, reaching up on your toes to meet him halfway, his face so close you can taste the mint and aftershave wafting off him, his facial hair only slightly more cleaned up than usual. The loose, wet curls fell over his face—a dark, dirty brown before they dried into their usual dark blonde.

You’ve helped Eddie box dye his hair every few months for the past several years, it’s the only secret he’ll take to the grave. He’s tried so hard to differentiate himself from his brother and it’s the only part of him that felt real, no matter how fake it actually was.

“You’ll fuck my brother, but you won’t fuck me—“ He pauses, trying to decipher the look on your face, seeing if it falters, but you’re as stoned-faced as possible, teeth gritting in annoyance, “seems a little unfair, doesn’t it?”

“You tell me,” You snark at him, venom in your tone, “since you want to fuck me so bad, right?”

“That’s a little much.” He retorts, “Don’t pride yourself too hard.”

You pull a face of deep want, mocking his voice despite how much softer you sound, it gets the message across either way.

“Let’s be each other’s first, okay?” You tell him, with the same intensity as he spoke to you those few years ago, curled up on his bed while Eddie was away with Wayne for the day, “I want you so bad.”

“Shut up.” He warns, jaw clenched. You smile devilishly, laughing through your teeth.

“You don’t fool me.” You tell him, his face falling in response, “You really want to fuck me?”

He doesn’t answer, eyes squinting slightly at your question. It seems like a trick, it has to be.

You weren’t even sure why you were asking, but the silence he returns is dreadful.

“Say it.” You demand, attempting to shrink him down to the wallowing, shy man he used to be.

He grins darkly, releasing his hold on your face until both of his palms press against your cheek, holding you still in his hands as his fingers drag over the jut of your lips, the deep furrow in your brow—and for a moment, the hate dissipates and you see it. Him, underneath the act.

“Right here,” He instructs, stilling you where you stood, “I know that pretty little mind is so worried about my brother walking in on us—would ruin everything, wouldn’t it?”

He’s already got a hand against the button of your jeans, popping it open skillfully, “I do want to fuck you—but I’m not gonna be nice about, sweetheart.”

“I never asked you to.” You challenge, letting him shove you against the edge of the counter, the sharpness digging into your back as he forced your pants down, mouthing hot, wet open mouthed kisses against your thighs until the clothing disappeared behind him, towel sagging around his waist as it loosened. You kicked it away with your foot, earning a chuckle from below.

And he’s not shy, rubbing his fingers over your clothed pussy, forcing yourself to swallow the shaky breath in your throat as he peers up at you, mouth quirked up in amusement.

“Don’t think this is for my brother,” He rubs a finger over the soft patch of wetness, “is it?”

“Why do you care?” You ask harshly, letting him guide your thighs apart slightly, raising his mouth to meet his fingers, tongue flattening over the fabric. It makes you gasp, the boldness and lack of shame he had for wanting to taste you.

He moans lowly, but it’s amplified through the silence that grows around you, his teeth dragging up gently until the fabric snags and he pulls the waistband away, letting it snap back painfully.

“Just so we’re clear,” He clarifies, “so you can’t act like you don’t want this.”

“I’m great at faking it.” You insult him, but it doesn’t deter him in any sense, his hands yanking at the thin piece of fabric covering your cunt, throwing them to the side.

“Uh huh,” He nods, eyes locked on yours as he repeats his earlier actions, tongue flattened out over your folds and licking up soundly, groaning at the sweetness, “look at me.”

You do, anger be damned. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he hoists your knee over his shoulder, using the leverage to spread you wide, softness quickly fading as he squeezes harshly at your thigh, tongue circling over your clit with a forceful determination, the heat of his eyes still stuck to you, cemented into your mind. And you hate how easy it is to look back, mouth falling open wide as he makes it a mission to worship you in every way possible.

“Probably had to teach him how to eat pussy, right?” He laughs, pulling away for a brief moment to speak, mouth a shining mess as he licks at the remnants of slick on his lips, “You pity him, don’t you?”

“No—no,” His mouth latches back on with a ferocity you can’t handle, fingers digging into his hair for support, pulling until he’s groaning in pain, the moans leaving your mouth are loud and unashamed, cursing at him through clenched teeth, “I don’t pity him—don’t even pity you. I just—“

He rises then, much to your disappointment, “Just what?” He breathes against you, shirt rising as he lips dragged against your stomach until he was face to face with you, eyes wide and waiting for your response.

“Hate you.” You spit out.

“Likewise, princess.” He grins, “Doesn’t change the fact that I know you want to feel what my cock is like—acting like you haven’t been trying to sneak glances, like you haven’t pictured it.”

“Don’t pride yourself too much.” You say, lying through your teeth.

He laughs meanly, reaching for your hand and bringing it to the hard ridge of his dick, tip poking up toward his belly button.

He’s longer, a little thicker, and a lot more intimidating than Eddie—and he knows it. He smirks, dragging the softness of your open palm over his dick and wrapping your delicate fingers around him, “You’re fucking sick.” He insults and you squeeze harshly, forcing a strangled grunt from his chest.

You smile sweetly, the first break in your facade as you find some enjoyment out of watching him in pain, even if it’s brief.

“That’s too bad,” You chide, “I would’ve sucked your cock if you weren’t being so mean.”

“Save it, you might change your mind later,” He laughs harshly, hands squeezing at your hips, “turn around.”

His movements are quick, planned, adjusting you until your entrance is settled over the head of his dick, fistful of hand in his hair, arms held out in front of you to ease the uncomfortable dig of the counter.

“Condom, hello—are you fucking insane?”

He laughs softly, pulling your head back until his lips graze your ear, “I’ll pull out, don’t worry.”

And despite your better interest, you nod, gasping at how easily he slips inside of you.

“You know, he talks about you all the time.” He confesses—and you want to die, wishing he'd choose any other route of conversation, but it’s pointless. “He’s been obsessed with you since we were kids.”

You moan embarrassingly depraved, his hips snapping harshly as he guided your hips back against him just as forcefully.

“I always told him I’d fuck you first—I was wrong.” He adds, jealousy oozing from his tone. “Can’t have everything, I guess.”

“Do you ever—ever shut up?” You ask weakly, voice raw and struggling with every sound that’s punched out of you.

“Oh, don’t act so fucking innocent,” He retorts, “Like you haven’t fucked most of my friends—they talk, sweetheart.”

Eddie pulls harshly, neck bending back uncomfortably as he peers over your shoulder, barely in view as you force yourself to look at him.

“Pretty tits, perfect little pussy—the only reason I let you get away with insulting me so much is because we’re the same, babe.” He tells you, “I could tell you more but—where’s the fun in that?”

“At least—I’m not pretending to be something I’m not.” You bite back, whining as he hits a spot deep inside of you, thrust relentless as his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing harshly at the bundle of nerves. It’s enough to make you double over, falling slack against the counter.

“This is for you, sweetheart.” He admits, “Thought you might like it if I—if I dressed like my brother more.”

You can hear it in his voice that he’s struggling to keep himself together.

“Imagine how heartbroken I was when you wanted me out of the club,” He confesses, “not that I give a shit about that stupid game.”

“So you’re desperate?” You ask with an ire of judgment.

“You were fucking my brother two days ago and now my dick is inside you, I wouldn’t talk shit.”

Your retort is pointless, the words failing you as he builds up the rhythm of his hips until you can’t do anything but let your body fall privy to it, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach as he circles your clit swiftly, touching you in all the ways you’ve always wanted, too afraid to ask.

“Fucking take it,” He mumbles to himself, “calling me a whore? Look at you.”

It’s met with your helpless whimpers, the position giving you little choice to snark back, his breaths quickening with each desperate snap of his hips.

“Probably thinking about both of us fucking you together, aren’t you?” He teases, groaning as you clamped around him. “That’s fucking dirty, sweetheart—but it’ll be our little secret, alright?”

You shake your head in annoyance, despite how close you were to falling over the edge, eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell my brother about this,” He assures you, “or next time—or however many times it takes for you to realize you really don’t hate me as much as you think you do.”

“Fuck—shut up,” You growl, “just shut up and make me come.”

And he does, easily, like he’d been holding back until you said the words, moaning brokenly as he keeps his fingers in a constant motion even after you come back down, body shaking from the overstimulation until he’s pulling out abruptly.

“Fuck, turn around—“ He rushes out, “on your knees, open your mouth.”

You don’t even argue, dropping down without a fight. His face scrunches up similar to Eddie’s, looking just as endearingly soft when he comes, eyes never leaving you for a second as he spills over your tongue with a harsh gasp. His free hand reaches up to close your mouth, watching as you swallow him down obscenely—if it were anyone else, anyone, you would’ve spit it out in defiance. But with him, you couldn’t help it.

“Jesus, fuck—“ He groans, “You always this obedient?”

You shrug nonchalantly, poking your tongue out in a show that there was nothing left. “No.” You reply with a playful smirk, rising up to meet him.

“I don’t believe you.” He challenges, a careful step into your personal space. “Look at me.”

You do, feeling his scrutinizing gaze rack your entire body—he’s testing you, trying to find a way to break you down.

“Open your mouth,” He instructs softly, thumb pulling at your bottom lip until he’s got you where he likes, spitting into your mouth without warning—the moan you let slip is, well, embarrassing, “I fucking knew it—swallow it.”

Another simple request, following through on his demand.

“Good girl,” He comments hotly, leaning forward to press a messy kiss against your lips, lips parting immediately as his tongue sneaks inside, dragging against your own, “fuck—my brother would have no idea what to do with you.”

But the loud roar of an engine approaching is enough to make you both paralyzed with fear—because while he may be an asshole, he couldn’t openly break Eddie’s heart that easily.

“Not a fucking word,” You say, swearing him to secrecy, “Go.”

Your heart is in your throat for the entire thirty seconds it takes for you to reorganize your thoughts and redress yourself, quickly fleeing to the room to be met face to face with Eddie’s brother, already dressed and relaxed on his bed.

It was almost as if none of it ever happened.

You can hear Eddie calling your name from the front door, wondering if you had finally given up and gone home.

His brother smirks to himself, flipping through whatever ridiculous raunchy mag he had fetched out of his bedside table, acting as if he wasn’t buried inside you only a few minutes prior. But, that’s exactly what you wanted.

When Eddie finally bursts through the door, he’s already geared with a look of apology, hair a lot more messy than usual and windswept, checks flushed a bright red. He chances a glance at his twin brother, grimacing at the material in his hands.

“Seriously?” He asks, motioning toward you.

“What?” He asks, holding the mag up, “She doesn’t mind.”

They both glance over at you and it makes you want to melt into the earth and be literally anywhere but here, matching expectant expressions as they wait for your answer.

You shrug, “I don’t care.”

“Come on bro, stop being such a prude.” He teases, “You let her take your virginity and you turn into some puritan.”

You clear your throat loudly, eyes shifting pointedly toward Eddie’s brother, “Sorry, too soon?” He apologizes halfheartedly.

Considering the taste of his cum was still lingering heavy in your mouth, it was much too fucking soon.

“A little bit.” You respond crudely, eyes squinting narrowly at him before flicking up toward Eddie. “We still need to plan that campaign out, don’t think I forgot.”

“And there’s my cue.” His brother complains, bed springs squeaking in protest as he flees, but not before he catches your gaze on the way out.

If you only knew the trouble you were about to fall into.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

Special thanks to @jadequeen88 and @usedtobecooler for sending me down this horny ass rabbit hole of a concept.

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Yanqing’s Happy Family AU: Baiheng’s Parenting

I can finally drop all the stuff I've been working on now that I don't have to work overtime!!! It was torture watching all my stuff be in-progress and not being able to work on them.

1. Spoils him the most out of the five. She has spent an outrageous amount on her nephew. Yanqing, as a kid, while easy was also quite picky about certain things, and one of them was clothes. He hated onesies and would cry and fight when people would put him in one, preferring a cross-collar top and trousers. The issue was that there were not a lot of options when it came to that. Baiheng proceeded to spend hundred of thousands of strales on custom clothing for baby Yanqing, who like all babies, would spit and vomit on them. When asked about it, she stated "You cannot honestly expect me to sit there and watch you put Yanqing in plain, unstylish clothes." This would continue as she would order for him more and more custom clothes. Yanqing currently had 5 winter cloaks in a variety of colors, fur trims, and clasps from his auntie.

2. She taught Yanqing how to drive a Starskiff. In fact, I am convinced she taught everyone in the HCQ how to drive. She was a renowned pilot back in the day and definitely knows her way around one. But it should be prefaced, that she taught Yanqing way before the legal age to drive a starskiff. Her mentality was that if Yanqing was old enough to join the battlefield, he should learn to drive since it might one day save his life. She is a very chill teacher and had gone out to buy an old starskiff to teach him in. However, she did it in secret since the three dads were already very against Yanqing going out to fight even though he had earned his position as lieutenant and any possible incident/issue could cause them to revoke Yanqing's mission. Yanqing, being the responsible kid he is, never drove in public and his dads did not know for a long time. They only found out when he was 15 and his squadron was ambushed by the enemy. After getting his men out first, Yanqing commandeered an abandoned starskiff to escape as well. Despite the fact it was hidden from them, the three could not be mad in the slightest since it saved their son's life.

3. Baiheng has fought many families at PTA meetings. She has the most available schedule and participates in a lot of daily school events for Yanqing. Yanqing goes to a fancy private school where a lot of children of the nobility go, and Baiheng never forgot the comments that floated around when Yanqing was first taken in (comments are in the fic Family Dinner). Some nobles still keep the belief that Yanqing is a nuisance that lived too long and the attitude trickles down to their easily-influenced children. Baiheng does not stand for this at all, she attends every meeting with the intention of throwing down. While she doesn't fault the children, she does not hold the same patience for the adults. She actually punched a mother in the face during a PTA meeting for bad-mouthing her nephew and dared the woman and her family to retaliate. "Go on then, you can fight back if you want. Or you can even go and report what happened to the Cloud Knights, where you can repeat what you said about Yanqing to the General instead."

4. When Yanqing was just a little baby and was left in her care, she would constantly send photos every hour in the group chat so no one would miss anything. There were a lot of photos of him sleeping or smiling at the camera. There was one photo of Yanqing in a sea-green cloak where the hoodie had little horns resembling Dan Feng's. The photo was his screen saver for a year.

I hope you like them! Feel free to let me know if you want a part 2 to any of my headcanons or want a drabble written about them.

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Smallville whump list (young superman)

Every story has a beginning!!

Synopsis: young Clark Kent struggles to find his place in the world as he learns to harness his alien powers for good and deals with the typical troubles of teenage life in Smallville, Kansas.

Whumpee: by tom welling

Episodes: 217 (10 seasons 2001-2011)

I feel like this list is more like a narrative of my own experience with this show 😂😂😂

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Warning: i describe the whump in detail so if you don't want it spoiled i wrote the very whumpy episodes in red.

I advise you not to skip just to watch the whump watch the whole show you won't regret it 😭

S01

Ep1: falls over and looks weak and in pain because of kryptonite. Hit by a car and falls in the water but not hurt. Learns the truth about his origin and crying because of it in the graveyard (poor baby 😭). A guy picks a fight with him but he's got a kryptonite necklace so clark gets so weak, the guy wraps the necklace around his neck so he basically became helpless, guys carried him into a car, tied him up shirtless in a scarecrow and painted "s" on his chest (humiliation ritual), weak and shivering, asking for a guy to help him in his little SHAKY voice "get me down, please?" (Can you beg more? holly shit that gave me butterflies he looked in so much pain) (the guy didn't help him), calling for somebody to help, lex unties him and he falls on the ground

Ep2: close to kryptonite and starts feeling unwell (subtle he's trying to act fine). Opens a box with kryptonite and his hand starts shaking and turn blue and veiny. Near lots of kryptonite and gets weak and leans on the walls, hit by a metal pool and falls on the ground, picked up and thrown across the house

Ep3: weakened by kryptonite, punched in the stomach and slammed against the wall and falls down, locked in sauna with lots of kryptonite, very weak and tries to get up multiple times but fails, trying to throw away the rocks but passes out midway, helped up

Ep4: pushed through glass door and falls on the ground. Sudden headache because his senses started getting sharper, panicked cuz he started seeing through people so he let go of the rope he was climbing and fell on his back. Sudden headache again. Pushed and fell off the window. Weakened by kryptonite, hit with a pool multiple times and falls on the ground

Ep5: heat sucked out of him & passes out frozen

Ep6: feeling sick cuz of kryptonite

Ep7: weakened by kryptonite, hit with a shovel, struggles to get up, hit in the face with the shovel and falls through glass door

Ep8: pushed through glass door and falls. Thrown to the ground

Ep10: punched in the stomach and falls. Hit with a metal weapon in his face and slams against the wall, choked

Ep11: shot multiple times and falls on the ground. Got multiple bruises from the bullets, his mom tends to them and he winces in pain

Ep12: feeling sick cuz of kryptonite. Struck by lightning and in pain (took away his powers), fails to use his strength and has nose bleed, exhausted after running and has a leg cramp, limping, another nose bleed. Hits his fingers while using a hammer and screams in pain. Having a hard time doing daily chores now that his strength is gone. Thrown away by someone and falls on a car, unconscious on the car with a bleeding head, a doctor wraps his ribcage, shocked to learn he'll be in this much pain for couple of weeks like a human 😂 winces in pain when hugged, in pain when moving. Slammed against a fence, then a wall

Ep13: in a choke hold, punched in the gut. Affected by kryptonite, smashed in the face with a hook and falls (was nice). A bad guy puts his hand through his stomach and clark is in a lot of pain

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S02

Ep1: worried about his dad he sounds like he's about to cry (shaky voice loved it). Gets to a place full of kryptonite and collapses, someone puts kryptonite in his jacket to keep him weak, dragged out while helpless and weak, on the ground

Ep2: unable to control his heat vision and anxious about it, lana tells him he's burning up. Locked up in jail

Ep3: exposed to kryptonite and collapses, helped up

Ep4: family uses green kryptonite on him so they can remove the red kryptonite ring from his finger that altered his personality, collapses

Ep5: pushed far away. Pushed and falls far on the ground

Ep10: falls out of his motorcycle into a cave, someone rips off his shirt to check if he's injured

Ep11: pushed and falls on the ground. Kryptonite used on him then pushed down the stairs, kryptonite necklace wrapped around his neck, in pain (he's really that weakened by kryptonite that he can't even lift his hand to remove the necklace?? So helpless i love it) tied up while unable to resist. Hit with a pool and falls through glass

Ep12: has to jump from a building to save someone but afraid of heights (was so cute to watch his super nervous and trying to calm himself 😂😂), crashes through the glass of the building, collapses from kryptonite and in a lot of pain

Ep14: pete uses kryptonite on him and he collapses in pain. Pete punches him real hard with kryptonite that he slams against the wall then falls unconscious, lana splashes him with water to wake him up

Ep16: infected with a disease and starts coughing, gets sick and dizzy while driving and almost had an accident, loses his powers. Feels sick while talking to lana and passes out and falls down the stairs while talking to her, unconscious on the couch and a doctor examines him, blood sample taken from him (can be puncturd because he's weakened). Chloe talks to him while he's unconscious and caresses his hair, mutters lana in his sleep. Standing with a blanket and looks cold. Told to rest cuz he's too sick but still goes to help his dad but is so sick and helped to walk. Struggling to stay standing and looks on the verge of fainting and his dad is holding him up (he looks so fragile he had to be held up!!), cured (sadly)

Ep17: unconscious in the middle of the road (sleep walking or should i say sleep flying), wakes up confused (srsly that mf lex is EVERYWHERE). Sudden intense headaches (started developing super hearing). In a cave and hit with light beam in his chest then lex finds him unconscious on the ground and shakes him awake. Another sudden headache and loses control over his heat vision. Terrified learning the truth about himself (love when superheros have an identity crisis and get scared of themselves)

Ep19: arrested, on his knees and hands behind his head

Ep20: smacked with a car door and falls (clark's dad: "how would they do that??" Clark: "what beat the crap out of me? It hurt it actually hurt" lmao 😂😂😂). Snooped on some bad guys and got caught, held by 2 of them, punched in the face and bled from the mouth (they were on kryptonite so they overpowered him), thrown to the ground, dragged by the guys, thrown into the oven, gets out with slight burns on his face but heals quickly. One of the guys could actually grab clark's hands when he was trying to attack them. Hit with a pipe and flew through glass, slammed against a car, actually hurt and struggling to fight back

Ep21: affected by kryptonite

Ep22: sudden head pain. Hit by lazer beam by someone and is in pain

Ep23: spoilers: very detailed important whump regarding clark's personality and relationship with his family. the spaceship burns the symbol of krypton on his chest (his biological father is threatening him into submission), in excruciating pain and screaming, collapses. (The scar looks pretty bad) Trying to do something but is in a lot of pain and struggling, collapses, causes a massive explosion, unconscious under rubble, ripped clothes and covered in dust, woke up, coughing, leaning on something to get up, unsteady, runs up the stairs but falls (still weak), dazed from shock and guilt for causing harm on his mother and telling lana that all he does is bring pain and suffering to everyone's lives and that his dad looked at him like he was an alien (his dad was upest with him for not listening to him which hurt his mom), told lana to stay away from him or he'll hurt her too. Heartbroken watching his mother cry, thinks his biological father was right about him ending up hurting the people he loves, the gulit was tooo much for him he wears the red kryptonite ring to numb his feelings and runs away from home into a different city

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S03

Ep1: spoilers again the same related emotional whump. as he's wearing the ring his scar started burning and he collapsed in a telephone booth, writhing in pain on the ground, the ring was causing the pain so he took it off and so he came back to himself and called his mom but didn't say anything but she still knew it was him and told him to come back home and he looked so heartbroken and about to cry but couldn't say anything to her and hung up the phone and wore the ring again 😭

(This is the best emotional whump I've ever seen so far (because of the kind of character he is) he was such a good kid but he must've felt so unwanted since he's adopted and screwed up everything for his family so he felt like he couldn't show his face to them again and couldn't bear the sadness to the point of wearing the ring again despite knowing the risks. Stray puppy 😭😭😭 they're such a cute family they raised a cute and pure kid 😭).

, Extreme pain again from his scar while arguing with chloe so he yelled at her to leave and when she did he collapsed on his knees and took off the ring to stop the pain. Jorel gave his father powers to go get him back home by force, he tackled him down and jumped with him from a building

Ep2: rough fight with his dad, dishevelled from the fight, extreme pain from the scar then collapsed for a sec. (You know you can keep acting badass and evil but you can't escape being adorable). Threatened they'd kill his parents so he had to give them his blood, since nothing can cut him he used kryptonite stone to cut his arm and was in a lot of pain and when he was done he collapsed on the floor, blurry vision. Motionless on the ground and the bad guys ripped his shirt to tape a kryptonite stone on his chest, they drag him into a truck and tape his hands and on their way to expose his identity (like an imprisoned kitten), in an explosion, got out of the water with difficulty

Ep3: collapsed from kryptonite, screams, on the ground and a guy puts the stone close to him to torture him. Shot with KRYPTONITE bullet through his hand and chest, falls and screams in pain, his dad rips his shirt and tries to extract the bullet with an knife and clark SCREAMS and he tells his to stay still, "he's not breathing", passed out the rest of the time it's being extracted (good for him), unconscious in bed and wakes up and says he feels a little woozy

Ep4: woke up anxious and confused from a long nightmare and his parents told him he slept for a day and a half. Sleep deprived cuz he's afraid to sleep and dream again, looks tired and sleepy. Fell asleep while driving (but not shown) and wrecked the car, dragged out of the car while asleep. In a dream: lifted by the neck and thrown away. Woke up startled

Ep5: keeps having glitches in his powers, sudden head pain because of heat vision, burns his hand from it. Tries to save a man from falling while he doesn't have his powers and struggles to hold on to the rope, has big cuts on his hands from holding onto the rope

Ep6: touched kryptonian symbols and got flashes of memories: stunned, breathing heavily and shaking and his dad tries to snap him out of it (DO IT AGAINNN)

Ep8: kryptonite used on him and beat up, weak and collapses on the floor. Emotional and sad hearing what lana said to him

Ep9: beaten up with kryptonite and collapsed on the floor, kryptonite put on his chest, put on stretcher, a guy trying to steal his powers, laying there helpless and can't move, struck by electricity to take his powers, convulsing, powers taken, picked up and thrown to the ground twice, bleeding face and moaning in pain

Ep10: affected by kryptonite, covering his ears from loud painful noises, kryptonite ray scars his retinas and blinds him, gets on his knees from the pain, has bruises around his eyes, helped to sit, wearing black sunglasses and helped to walk to school, dropping things, his hearing has sharpened and sounds are causing him extreme pain. helpless and can't save his friend cuz he can't see. Bad guy yanked his glasses off and moved fire close to his eyes and he screamed in pain. His vision returned a little but everything is blurry. In pain from noise

Ep11: hypnotised dad punches him with kryptonite multiple times

Ep13: affected by kryptonite, hit over the head with it (knocked out i guess but not shown), put in the trunk of a car with kryptonite, awake at the beginning then unconscious in there

Ep14: kryptonite used on him, collapses in pain, kissed against his will while he's weak (obsessed girl)

Ep19: went to a lab (trap), affected by kryptonite and hit over the head and falls down, taken for an experiment to discover what he is, put on lab table, clothes cut off, restrained and hooked to some wires, lowered into a tank full of kryptonite, convulsing, regaining suppressed memories, convulsions intensify and keeps screaming his mother's name, causes an explosion, lex found him unconscious and submerged under the kryptonite and breaks the tank, clark wakes up and asks lex to help him then closes his eyes again. Looks worn down and lex tells him he looks pretty messed up

Ep20: stabbed with kryptonite blade, collapses on the ground, stumbles to his house, ragged breathing (LOVE HIS LABOURED BRETHING AND STAGGERING STEPSSS), trying to grab the phone but collapses, parents come home to find him unconscious on the ground, rolled over, "barely has a pulse", bleeding a lot through his clothes, his mom slips on his blood and they're both horrified, his dad rips his shirt and presses on the wound to stop the bleeding (the amount of shirts ripped is immeasurable) and accidentally heals him and it leaves a scar, next morning clark is still unconscious and wrapped in a blanket and his parents are asleep next to him, wakes up in pain, struggles to get up. Thrown against a tree, a guy as strong as him is on top of him trying to stab him again with the blade

Ep22: blackmailed by his biological father

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S04

Ep1: a ship or something dropped him to earth, found unconscious and naked in a field by lois, doesn't remember anything, wrapped in a blanket, taken to the hospital to be checked out, wearing hospital gown. he looks so peaceful and lost throughout the whole episode it's so cute he looks like a puppy 😂😂😂. On his knees from pain from noise. Fighting with himself (jorel), unconscious on the ground after the fight, wakes up and his mom puts his head on her lap and caresses his face

Ep3: affected by kryptonite gas, staggers, bashed over the head with a chair and falls, helped to get out of the place

Ep4: drinks a kryptonite laced juice without knowing and gags, tells the coach he feels sick but he forces him to continue playing, coach gave his team permission to bully him so they kept pushing him around, icing his bruises and in pain, at that moment his coach comes and beats him up to a pulp, bleeding face (was still weak from kryptonite). (Not whump but there was a girl on top of him pinning his hands over his head)

Ep5: affected by kryptonite and leans back on a disk. Kryptonite used on him and drops on the ground

Ep6: covers his ears in pain from noise. Swapped bodies with lionel and punched in prison in his body. Lionel slapped by lana in clark's body and martha uses kryptonite on him and he collapses

Ep7: tries holding kryptonite to make himself weaker so he can play in the team without hurting anyone. Someone commands him to choke himself

Ep8: hit with a wheel and falls. 3 witches possessing lana, chloe, and lois' bodies attack him with magic and lift him off the ground then he falls and collapses to the ground (magic actually hurts him), the 3 of them hold him down by his arms, bleeding face, "lana" rips his shirt (world record for ripped shirts) and puts her hands on his chest to strip him from his powers, passes out, laying unconscious on the ground. Arms chained up above his head and shirtless, heavily bruised face and bleeding lips, "chloe" digs her nails onto his chest and scratches him leaving a trail of blood (to get him to talk) and he screams, "lana" kisses him to get some info by magic. Jason unchaines him and helps him up. Clark burns the witch's book and the next moment he's waking up on the ground

Ep10: in Jason's dream: beaten up and passes out

Ep11: dosed with red kryptonite by someone. Emotional and crying (about feeling free and normal with that one person he can't be with poor kid has always longed for some sense of belonging he was so sad 😭)

Ep12: emotional whump: crying over someone's death and furious at the guy who killed them and almost kills him 😳. Feeling immense guilt over that person's death, looks super depressed over their grave (chloe's reaction to that matter was perfect and what she said to him 😭)

Ep14: got into a truck to save a dog from bad guys but accidentally breaks kryptonite bottles, collapses (omg he literally becomes so helpless near kryptonite he can't even lift himself up he just crumbles on the ground 😳), moaning, they lock him in the dog cage and attempt to burn the truck, the dog opens the cage and clark was leaning on the door so he falls when it opens (he can't even hold his weight yall), the dog drags him out of the truck and drops him roughly, clark tries to get up but staggers and falls

Ep15: collapses cuz of kryptonite. Attacked and knocked out with magic by the witch possessing lana (yo she can knock him out with ONE blow??? Magic affecting him that much is crazy), wakes up. In pain from ringing noise. Attacked with a magic blow again and flies across the ground. In a fight with the witch and she throws a knife into his chest and it bleeds, thrown again

Ep17: affected by kryptonite. Fake lex uses kryptonite on him and he collapses, punched hard that he fell out the window, bleeding cheek, gets up and collapses again in front of his parents, can't get up to help his dad

Ep19: attacked by an ability that wiped out all his memories. Affected by kryptonite, staggers, leans on the wall, tries to move away but collapses

Ep22: wakes up freaked out from a dream and his parents say he was yelling in his sleep and freaked them out. In pain from ringing noise. Gets to a room full of kryptonite and couldn't move away, collapses and passes out. Chole finds him passed out and drags him away by the arm

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S05

Ep1: cut from glass (lost his powers)

Ep2: hits is finger with a hammer accidentally. Punched. Hurt shoulder from lazer. Punched by lex and bleeds from his lips. Lana tends his wound and caresses his face

Ep3: shot (still human), spits blood, collapses and blood starts spreading around him. Unconscious and rolled on a stretcher with oxygen mask on and doctors pressing on his wound. Unconscious in hospital and lana caresses his hair, opens his eyes momentarily to smile at lana then closes them again and goes into cardiac arrest, doctors defibrillate him, pronounced dead (actually died 😳). Got his powers back and feeling super depressed and guilty, burned clothes and looks dishevelled

Ep4: attacked under water and it throws him out of it and he hits the ground hard

Ep5: around kryptonite and feels woozy. Vampire lana throws him next to kryptonite so he's immobilised on the ground then she sucks his blood, she takes him to the other vampires and puts him on the ground (unconscious), sick and talks to lana with difficulty (i guess when she bit him he got poisoned by kryptonite too since she turned into a vampire by kryptonite)

Ep7: cut himself on a sliver kryptonite which infected him with paranoia. Affected by kryptonite (hallucinating). Paranoid about everything and accusing people of betraying him and getting violent so chloe uses kryptonite on him. Looks SUPER sick and sweaty and anxious. Choking on gas (hallucinating). Hit with heat vision by a guy and he pins him down and injects him in the neck with a something to extract the poison "I'm sorry but this is really gonna hurt" and clark screams

Ep8: villain uses kryptonite on him and places it on his chest to immobilises him, hit with heat vision

Ep10: lex whump i liked (fuck you lex): hit with glass bottle, falls and passes out

Ep11: again lex whump: shot, collapses while holding lana, on the ground bleeding and lana is trying to keep him awake but he passes out while talking to her. Taken to the hospital, bandaged chest, gets up from bed with difficulty

Ep12: (cute: super anxious and lana tells him your heart is racing). Spoilers emotional whump: In shock and crying over the death of loved ones. Major major grief

Ep13: same spoilers: grieving and has bottled up anger (in denial). Punched and flew away. Kicked. A little affected by kryptonite. taking his anger on criminals. Kryptonite used on him & collapses, the bitch left him crumbled on the ground with kryptonite the whole time 😂. Finally accepting the death of that person and sobbing while hugging his mom (i haven't cried over a show in so many years seeing clark in that scene destroyed me idk why it hurts so bad yall is something wrong with me or was it actually this sad someone tell me) (I'm done with the show i still can't move on from this 😭😭😂😂😂)

Ep14: affected by kryptonite briefly. Affected again

Ep15: slammed into the wall

Ep16: chloe uses kryptonite on him and leaves it in his pocket, collapsed on the floor. Heartbroken

Ep17: injected with kryptonite drug (and since it just being close to him weakens him he couldn't stop the guy from injecting him), drops unconscious

Ep20: kryptonite used on him, collapses on the ground, punched with kryptonite and knocked out, buried under a pile of dirt with kryptonite, pulled out unconscious

Ep21: in a choke hold

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S06

Ep1: trapped in the phantom zone without his powers, tumbled down a cliff, beeding from the lips, attacked by some creatures and they get on top of him slashing his face multiple times, saved by a woman then she knocks him out. Kicked right after he woke up. Has his cuts treated and winces. Limping. Strangled. Hit in the face and fell on the ground, grabbed by the hair and they cut his hand to take his blood. Rough fight with zod and beaten, bleeding from his mouth

Ep2: SICK CLARK OMG WE NEEDED TO SEE THAT, overworked himself to repair the damage zod had caused, sweaty and looking drained and his mom says she's never seen him this worn out before, tries to get back to work but pauses for a bit to gather his strength, panting while doing chores, sneezes for the first time ever and he's horrified 😂😂😂, using a thermometer, has sore throat. Lost his speed, looks sweaty and says he feels so hot. Weaker and panting while using his strength

Ep3: cuts his hands on tree branches, a woman who can control plants restrains him with branches up high and chokes him and IMPALES him with it in the chest and he PASSES OUT SLOWLY (I LOVE IT WHEN THEY STRUGGLE UNTILL THEIR BODY GIVES OUT AND FAINT), calls chloe in a faint voice, she destroys the branches and he falls (why do you always bounce back kent boy). Smacked in the face and flew away, choked again

Ep6: hit with a superpower blow and flies across the ground

Ep11: got into a lab to rescue someone but it's full of kryptonite (noo my baby got trapped), collapses (rough fall), looks in a lot of pain, helped to walk away from it

Ep12: something unknown attacks him and he falls unconscious from the loft, In a virtual reality made by a zoner: trapped in a psychiatric hospital (omg we got to see his biggest fear come true), in a hospital attire, confused and scared as to how he's there, without his powers, hostile and manhandled and dragged away, told he suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and delusional to cope with the trauma of his parents' "death", looks sick, wearing a straitjacket (that ties his arms), finally believed he's actually insane, wearing a vest that's strapping his hands to his waist, pinned down on an operating table to get a treatment that's supposed to "fix" him (which is a drill that's gonna go through his skull) and hooked up to some wires, guys holding his head forcibly so he doesn't move

Ep13: consumed red kryptonite so his mom uses green kryptonite on him to reverse the effect and he collapsed in a lot of pain and sweating and panting

Ep16: nightmare. Absolutely heartbroken

Ep17: BEATEN REAL BAD by a zoner, bleeding face

Ep18: chloe puts kryptonite in his pocket, collapses, his mom comes home to find him unconscious (again the fact that couldn't even lift his hand to get it out of his pocket!!)

Ep19: thrown away by an explosion that expelled kryptonite stones along with it so he falls unconscious. Lex notices THERE'S BLOOD DRIPPINGGG DOWN HIS ARM he has a shrapnel stuck in it, lex pulls it out and wraps his arm with a cloth roughly (cuz mad) and clark grunts, has to walk through kryptonite in front of lex to make it out of a tunnel, so weak and unstable and keeps leaning on the walls to walk, leans against the wall and slides down, rubble with kryptonite falls on him and traps him, passes out, lex helps him to walk, bleeding through the cloth

Ep21: hit by somebody strong couple times and flies across the ground

Ep22: in shock, grief. hit multiple times by a powerful phantom

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S07

Ep1: took a hard blow to his stomach it knocked him out, wakes up and gets up with difficulty

Ep2: thrown away after a collision with someone with super powers he smashed into rocks and trees then hit the ground violently

Ep3: weakened by kryptonite and collapsed on the ground, stepped on

Ep4: weakened by kryptonite and struggling to fight

Ep6: pushed and crashed into the wall. Affected by kryptonite

Ep7: affected by kryptonite

Ep8: wore a ring that took away his powers: thrown on a car, bleeding head

Ep11: (nice queen whump: pushes lois out of danger and bangs his head (but not shown), unconscious with bleeding head, tied up with lois) clark's: sound manipulation superpower used on him, in pain and covers his ears, collapses, bleeding ears

Ep12: choked in lex's consciousness and hit multiple times

Ep13: pete puts kryptonite on his chest

Ep14: tasered with kryptonite and falls, punched, required backup to take him down, hit with many tasers, drops to his knees, pulled from the hair and punched again, bleeding face, blindfolded, wakes up in a cage with kryptonite walls which the bad guy can control the intensity of their kryptonite voltage, the guys keeps raising the intensity to torture him (he's enjoying it) and clark crumbles to the ground writhing in pain, so helpless and can't get up, the guys raises it to bring him to his knees for the fun of it i guess, tries to get up multiple times but falls, kryptonite raised to the highest voltage to kill him and he's crippled, rescued

Ep15: worried sick and heartbroken for somebody

Ep18: in a different timeline: shot in the stomach and in the arm with kryptonite bullets, collapses, bleeding. Back to normal timeline: choked, lifted by the neck, thrown

Ep19: kryptonite used on him, collapses, ACTUALLY SHOWING HIM PASS OUT SLOWLY, restrained on a table, squirming in pain from kryptonite, more kryptonite being poured around him and he's in more pain, (you guys keeping count of ripped shirts?), the man rips his shirt and CARVES SYMBOLS INTO HIS CHEST WITH A KNIFE AND CLARK PASSES OUT FROM THE PAIN WHAT DID I JUST WATCHHHH (*faints*), KRYPTONITE AND WOUNDS!! Dude SUFFERED, blood all over his chest, rescued by chloe (*cries*)

Ep20: kicked in the face and falls. Absolutely heartbroken and crying (nooo don't cry baby), lois runs to hug him and he cries on her shoulder (this was wholesome 😭😭😭). YOO THE END OF THE EPISODE IS THE MOST ICONIC SCENE IN THE SHOW I GOT GOOSEBUMPS (i just spent 40 minutes discussing the characters of the show with chatgbt)

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S08

Ep1: in another country without his powers doing forced labor, tired doing work, beaten, kicked in the face and knocked out, unconscious in a corner with a bleeding head (I'm ded 🪦), splashed with water to wake up. Fighting. Shot with 2 arrows, collapses, bleeding through white shirt, dying and memories flashing before his eyes, passes out in chloe's arms, carried unconscious by the arm by a man and flown towards the sun to heal, wakes up on a couch

Ep3: (queen's whump: poisoned and all that stuff I'm lazy to write but it's good)

Ep5: affected by kryptonite, hit with wrench and falls, passes out from kryptonite, wakes up chained in a chair and his vision starts clearing up, bleeding face, electrocuted

Ep8: sucked into the phantom zone, wakes up there with bleeding head, in pain and puts his hand on his head. Attacked by phantoms off screen and grunts, bleeding cuts on his face. Pushed real hard by a zoner and falls on a car, choked

Ep10: pushed hard and falls next to kryptonite so he couldn't get up

Ep11: hit with an axe in the stomach, kicked and fell from the loft, bleeding through his shirt, groaning, stepped on, holding his side, getting up with difficulty, BLEEDING PROFUSELY THROUGH HIS WHITE SHIRT AND HOLDING HIS SIDE AND GROANING DID THEY JUST SHOW US A PIECE OF ART, told he's not gonna heal as fast, given a cloth to stop the bleeding. Picked up and thrown to the ground

Ep12: arrested

Ep14: kissing lana despite the immense pain from kryptonite until he collapsed (+queen's whump: in an explosion, wakes up in the hospital, bandaged torso, wakes up hands tied to the hospital bed)

Ep15: collapsed from kryptonite

Ep18: in pain and collapses from kryptonite

Ep19: superspeeds into a place but suddenly weakened by kryptonite, punched in the face and falls, kicked in the gut while he's collapsed on the floor, lois peeks into the place and finds him getting beaten, takes a bullet for lois, on the ground in pain and talking with difficulty, helped to walk out of the room by lois and jimmy

Ep21: choked while his powers were taken

Ep22: hit with kryptonite dart to stop him from ruining a plan, writhing in pain on the ground, someone takes the dart out and he grunts loudly. Picked up like a doll by a monster and BEATEN

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S09

Ep3: flash forward: wakes up grunting on a stretcher, marks on his arm from a needle and holding his arm, weak and leaing against the wall while walking, turned out he was injected with a needle dipped in kryptonite cuz it's the only way to penetrate his skin so they can darw his blood and make an antidote out of it HE SCREAMED WHEN THE NEEDLE PUNCTURED HIS SKIN AND CHLOE TOLD THE DOCTOR TO STOP IT'S KILLING HIM BUT HE KEPT GOING TO TAKE THE FULL SAMPLE AND IT LITERALLY TOOK JUST 10 SECONDS FOR CLARK TO BLACK OUT FROM THE PAIN THIS KIND OF WHUMP SHOULD BE ILLEGAL YOU'RE GONNA BE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY HEART ATTACK. Pulse checked. When he woke up it was morning WHICH MEANS HE WAS UNCONSCIOUS ALL NIGHT. Punched hard that he crashed through glass

Ep9: near kryptonite and weak, pinched himself with kryptonite wire that connected him to someone's memories, unconscious in a sitting position and Emil checks his eyes with flashlight and tries to wake him up but he won't. In the future from somebody's memories: without his powers, dragged by the leg with bloody face, hand stepped on and screams, kicked and crashes through the rubble and falls unconscious, stabbed with kryptonite knife and has it twisted in his stomach. In the present: Woke up in pain

Ep11: taken somewhere and woke up on the ground

Ep13: collapses cuz of kryptonite

Ep14: cuts himself with kryptonite to use his blood and is in pain

Ep17: stabbed with kryptonite but he gets up on his feet the next second wtf?

Ep21: slashed in the chest with kryptonite blade, beaten, stabs himself with the blade, falls from a building (to be continued)

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S10 (I'm here already 😭)

Ep1: lois finds him unconscious on the ground in the rain with the blade in his chest, in lois' arms (this is the most beautiful view I've ever seen), she takes the blade out, lowers his head gently on the ground, wakes up and gets up but unsteady, heals

Ep5: chained by magic in a coffin

Ep6: cuts his hand on something (lost his powers suddenly). Knocked out with a cudgel, unconscious on the ground and woken up by lois. Slahsed in the stomach, collapses, "buried alive" (they didn't show it). Takes a blast of flames instead of lois and his whole back is severely burned and looks like he's trying to contain the pain

Ep8: affected by kryptonite, collapses, kicked and smacked in the face, had his leg pulled with a rope and fell down, stepped on, chained by the arms on his knees, woman scratches his chest with metal claws, tied up in a chair (his head is tied in place too), someone trying to erase his memories by force and he screams

Ep9: in a cage made of kryptonite and a little affected not whumpy at all

Ep10: in another reality: cut his hand, on his knees and sword pointed at his neck (really nice). Affected by kryptonite, collapses on the ground, writhing and moaning in pain, kicked and beaten with a belt

Ep11: everyone's knocked out on the ground suddenly

Ep12: without his powers and looks worn down, sudden flashbacks of himself being "experimented on": struggling, head held in place, injected with a sedative in the neck and passes out. Blanked out from the flashbacks and lois trying to snap him out of it, it's been said they're all actually in a comatose state in a lab but they never show clark there again

Ep13: collapses from kryptonite

Ep15: woke up super hungover with no memory of last night, later we see footage of him drunk (WE FINALLY GOT TO SEE HIM DRUNK THIS EPISODE IS SO FREAKING HILARIOUS)

Ep16: collapses from kryptonite

Ep17: collapses from kryptonite. Punched with kryptonite and falls from the loft unconscious, wakes up tied to a chair

Ep19: in the phantom zone without his powers, hands chained (him and oliver) and forced on their knees, has cuts and blood all over, punched and falls on his knees, sword poked through his injury in his chest, grunts, punched again, and again and drops to his knees. In a fight with oliver and slashed in the arm, smacked in the face and falls, stabbed in the chest, on his knees looking helplessly at the villain, heals

Ep20: without his powers: pushed and crashes through screen, on his knees (kinda grabbed by the hair) And choked by lois

Ep21: lifted off the ground by the neck and thrown away

And the journey has just begun!!

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Gotta add this it's so clark's song (4×19)

- Always hold on to smallville 😭😭

[gemini-sensei]

Started thinking about poly!parents!Demetri and Eli with their wife and children.

CW: protective dads Demetri and Eli, intruders, little section of pregnancy, Canon level fighting, big protective dog, Demetri Alexopoulos is a cat person.

Before their son was born, they wanted a pet, but it couldn't be that easy. Demetri wanted a cat while Eli wanted a dog. They debated it for a week's time before Reader made them compromise and get both. So they have a mixed breed pretty, prissy cat that Demetri named Dot and treats like a princess, and a Doberman Pinscher that Eli named Diablo and runs around the yard with on a daily basis. Those are their cat and dog respectfully, but as soon as Reader popped up pregnant with their son, they lost them to her as they always wants to be by her side at that point.

If she were on the couch watching TV, Dot is either by curled up her side or trying to sit on her lap. Diablo is at her feet 24/7, following her around the house and watching her. As she gets bigger with the baby, both are intrigued and interested in her belly. Dot touches a paw to her belly whenever the baby visibly moves and it freaks her out while Diablo stands at attention and watches. When their sonnis born, Dot and Diablo love him. It's the same way when the twins are born.

Then I thought of what if someone tried to break into house. Diablo starts barking and it wakes literally everyone up. The babies and the parents. Reader is a little confused and frightened at first, wondering what's going on.

"He never acts like this."

Eli just throws the covers off of himself and is jumping up. "Exactly. D, stay with her and you two go to the kids."

They're all getting up and rushing around. Reader immediately goes to her fussy and crying babies, lifting them out of their cribs to comfort them. She ends up on the floor with her 11 month old twins in her arms and her 2 year old on her lap, all huddled up and seeking comfort. Demetri locks the door and leaves the room to go find Eli and see what's going on.

The house is dark and he doesn't make it far before someone is walking into him. They stumble, catch themselves, and look up only to see a stone faced man staring back at them with cold eyes. This intruder has broken into his home, scared his wife and children, and has made one of the most agreeable people on earth mad.

Somewhere in the house, Diablo is still barking up a storm and it's driving demetri crazy because he knows why Eli got that specific dog. He knows Eli wanted a dog that could be scary and mean when the time called for it, just like him. So the fact that he was still alerting was concerning. He didn't like it.

"Look man, let's just forget this happened."

"You got this far into my home and you want me to let that go?"

Dude bolts and Demetri goes after him. He manages to snag him buy the bag he's wearing and pull him back, getting punched in the cheek as it happens. He reacts with a jab back, knocking the intruder back a bit. He takes a defensive stance as a warning, but the intruder is in fight mode now and doesn't heed it. He gets kicked in the stomach and falls.

When he gets up, he says, "I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't want to either," Demetri tells him. "But he does."

The guy only has enough time to turn around to meet a fist straight to his face. Eli shakes his hand and almost spits on the guy, but Diablo gets on top of him to keep him down on the ground. He's an angry, protective dog bearing his teeth as he stares the guy down.

By the time Demetri and Eli get the intruder and his friend that Eli and Diablo didn't hold back on restrained, the cops are showing up thanks to their security system. Diablo is at attention the entire time, even following the officers to the door and watching them take the intruders out of the house. He only stands down when they're gone and his family is left talking to some officers. He goes to the nursery to make sure that Reader and the babies are okay, sniffing them all over.

The kids are so happy to see him, one of the twins hugging him and babbling about "Didi." Dot crawls out of hiding and comes to the oldest son to love on him, butting her head against his leg to tell him she's there and they're all okay.

I don't know what this is, but I hope it was as enjoyable to you as it is to me. I'd love a big bad guard dog if I wasn't allergic.

[evelyn-is-eccedentesiasts]

Ninjago Character Headcannons

These are the headcannons I use for my fanfiction series. If you're interested in hearing about other characters let me know.

Appearance

Lloyd:

Eyes: Bright Green eyes with powers, Dark Brown almost black without powers. Hair: Naturally a slightly darker blonde maybe even dirty, but in Son's of Garmadon he bleaches it. Like's to keep his hair long enough to cover his eyes. Body: Has faded scars from training and old missions. Muscular and toned with defined muscles. Although nothing over done. His back however is covered in Lichtenberg figures due to his battle with his father in the events of Sons of Garmadon. Face: A slightly young face, good-looking, faded acne scars here and there. Has fangs due to his Oni and dragon blood.

Cole:

Eyes: Dark Brown, looks like warm honey in sunlight. Has wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. Hair: Shaggy always in an unkempt style. When he was younger he kept it at least slightly shorter. However, after a while, he wanted to grow it out. Body: Is the bulker one of the group. Has defined muscles large arms, broad chest. Looks the part of a rock climber. His hands have calllous, scars from rock climbing and wielding his hammer. (If he ever retires as a ninja he would have a slight dad bod) Face: Sharp features, has scars and nicks on jawline due to him shaving. Nose crooked due to once being broken.

Kai

Eyes: Warm Brown, but has flecks of red, orange, and gold. Looks red in certain lighting. Hair: Always kept in meticulous condition. Never out of place and I mean never out of place. Body: Has more of a leaner build, has a muscular build, and takes meticulous care of his body as well. He knows its good looking and keeps it that way. (Post daily gym photos and selfies on his Social media) His hands have minor burns to them from overusing his element for little things. He uses lotion and skincare to try and lessen or fade the scars and burns. Face: Sharp features, no blemishes or even scars other than the one above his eyebrow. Has a skincare routine he does religiously.

Jay

Eyes: Light blue eyes, with swirls of darker blue, maybe hints of purple. Hair: Curly slightly darker Auburn hair, falls in his eyes a lot. Uses hair clips to keep them out of his face. Body: Doesn't have that much muscle definition in his chest. His arms have it. He has freckles on his body and face. Has bruises scattered on his arms and from his nunchucks. Face: Spattering of freckles on his face and across his cheeks. Also has a younger face.

Zane

Eyes: Electric Blue, (Their LED lights) has modes that are dimmer. Hair: Also always in place because (it's metal) Body: Doesn't have overt muscles but his body does look human. Has slight dents on his body arm and face. He does his best to repair the more serious ones. Face: Sharp features are more robotic but still very expressive.

Nya

Eyes: Deep blue, with flecks of green, and purple, glows when she uses her powers near a large body of water. Hair: Black she's grown it out a little just enough to tie back. Has hints of blue to it. Looks deep blue in certain lighting. Body: Has a swimmer's build. Her hands are often wrapped due to punching wooden training posts to let off steam. Has chipped nail polish, and likes to peel at it, when she's nervous. (Probably the only reason she paints her nails) Her nails are kept short and blunt. Face: Sharp features, high cheekbones, Has a prominent tan.

Misty (OC)

Eyes: Purple violet eyes, glow when she's angry and uses her powers. (Oni blood) Hair: Long black with hints of dark purple Build: Sightly toned and similar to that of a ballerina, has scars on her arms from her element use, A more prominent jagged scar running across her waist from Ultra Violet. Lichtenberg figure goes from her left shoulder down her back from Garmadon. Face: High cheekbones, with full cheeks, faded scar across her cheek. Has fangs due to her Oni blood.

[bomikalover]

heyy shyy!!!!!

i’m bored so imma ask rank ur top 5 df ships!!

OH YOU WANT ME TO DIEEEE DONT YOU

(Jk love you girlie 🫶🏾)

1: BOMIKA

OBVIOUSLY, WE ALL SAW THIS COMING. I’m a sucker for a good opposites attract but not too opposite?! If you know what I mean. Like Bose is a golden retriever dimwit who’s artistic and all about rule bending while Mika is a black cat brainiac who’s logical and all about rule-following. But they still are a match made in heaven because of their similar moral ground. Like Bomika are opposites but are aren’t polar opposites (like Bapa) The nicknames, the color coordination, the jealousy, all the tropes they fit, the height difference, the comfortability, and overall THE FACT THAT THEY WERE STRANGERS TO LOVERS. We literally saw their relationship go from strangers to friends to best friends to crushes to a couple! If S3 would have been a full season we would have seen canon Bomika!! They are a match made in heaven and the only confirmed canon ship of the show, I mean I will always be Bomikalover for a reason.

2: CHILES

Now I will say I titter on the line about whether I ship them as romantic or platonic but I think I finally have chosen my shipping route. I chose platonic Chiles-NOW HEAR ME OUT! Ever since I saw Chapa and Ruby then Miles and Buddy, my whole perspective changed. Chiles definitely gives best friends, like bail out of jail type of friends. Like I just know Chapa and Miles have to be super close hanging around Bomika all the time. Since Bomika have Bomika Sunday and seemed to be comfortable hanging without Chiles, Chiles had to learn to do the same. They just seem so happy being friends and I genuinely think that them not being together is the best option.

3:MACKERS

Now Buddy and Miles became a new ship of mine ever since I saw them in Big Dynomite. At first I thought they were cute friends then in Bose’s Bday I saw them as something more. That episode was literally Miles choosing between Buddy and Sissy. And he chose Buddy. Plus in SwellMelonFest, Buddy had an arranged date with a girl and showed no interest at all. He showed disgust more than anything. The HeadCanon that Buddy is gay is just canon atp. They both have similar personalities and seem to be comfortable with each other as well. But Miles to me felt the closest to Buddy out of the four kids. Bose had one sided beef cause Buddy actually has a dad who wants to spend time with him. Chapa is most likely still warming up to him but I think she’s second closest after Miles. Mika just seems to be treating him likes she treats all her friends but it’s Mika so what do you expect. Miles and Buddy would have been such a cute dynamic to see more off and it’s sad to say we won’t anymore.

4:CHAMIKA

Honestly I see this as romantic or platonic. I switch back and forth on the daily. Like I see them as besties but at the same time I wouldn’t be surprised if Chapa was the reason Mika found out she was Bisexual. Like they make sense dynamics wise.

Rule breaker x Rule follower

Black Swan x White Swan

And many more. But I ship Bomika so hard, that I struggle to see Mika’s romantic dynamic with anyone else but that’s a me problem lol.

But Chamika is a great ship, and I support it 100%

5: BAPA

I KNOW. I KNOW. ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!

I DO NOT SHIP BAPA ROMANTICALLY.

Never have, never will.

It’s just not for me.

I can go on and on about why I don’t but I won’t out of respect for the Bapa shippers (who are actually educated and decent human beings) that do ship it.

But I adore the O’Brien De Silva twin dynamic. Like Bose and Chapa are so twins separated at birth core. Like 2 halves of the same person. They out twin the actual twins in the show. Like if I’m being honest it would have made more sense to have 2 sets of siblings than a pair of twins and 2 other kids. Or even better make Bapa step-siblings! Then their love-hate relationship makes a lot more sense. Like Chapa punched Bose in the face, pushed him in front of missiles, zapped him whenever she felt like it, dragged him around like a child, and told him that his dad wasn’t coming back. Plus many other things. Like that’s an older step-sister hating on her little bro right there.

BUT THATS MY TOP FIVE 🫶🏾

I didn't include Ruby & Chapa cuz I didn't feel fair since they only share one episode together unfortunately 😔

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Dance To Forget - Nilou x Male!Reader

CW: Male!Reader, Modern AU.

You stretch out your hand, and Nilou grabs it firmly. Your bicep tenses as she lifts herself up on the roof with your help. She dusts off her pants and straightens out her hoodie. She pushes her hands into her pockets. You walk towards the edge, and hop onto the sheet metal. Nilou soon follows. You take the backpack off your shoulders and place it next to you. You unzip it and take out two glass bottles. Nilou stretches her arm, and you hand her one of the beers. After two moves with the opener, both of you take your first sips. While your face remains unphased, Nilou’s twists.

You chuckle. “Bitter?”

“Yeah.” She nods. 

“The only other non-alcohol option was the fruit one, but it had a lot of sugar.” You gently pinch her stomach, making her giggle. “And I don’t think I could put up with your moaning, princess!”

You share a laugh, followed by another gulp of the beverage.

“The moon looks so beautiful today…” Nilou smiles, looking up at the silver shield of the full moon.

“Mhm.”

A moment of silence. Nilou starts swinging her legs back and forth.

“Why do you dance, Y/N?” 

You look at her with a hint of surprise. “Why?”

She shakes her head. “Just curious. I dance because I see beauty in it, I see art. The dance of Sabzeruz is hard, but it’s mesmerizing when done correctly. It’s my goal, and I know it will be worth it in the end.”

“That’s a beautiful motivation, my love.” You look down at your hands. “I dance to… forget.”

“Forget?”

“It’s a long story.”

Nilou falls silent and looks down at the empty street as well. 

“I don’t want to spoil the mood, you know? We’ve had fun today, and I would really like to end it on a positive note as well. And… This would look like I’m whining about how awful my life is.”

She places her small hand on your thigh. “I’m here for you if you need to talk, Y/N. Please remember that.”

“I lied to you Nilou. My parents didn’t leave for Fontaine. They are dead.”

“I… I’m sorry to hear that.” She averts her eyes again, unsure of how to react.

“They died when I was 15 in a car accident. They were visiting friends in Liyue when the car skidded on the wet asphalt. My dad tried to take back control, but it was too late. They changed lanes and collided with another car head on. Nobody survived. Nobody came to the hospital to ask for them. Nobody notified me of what happened. I saw it in the news. Two corpses, head on collision. My car’s license plates in full view. The reporter said that the driver of the other car survived, but the man and woman inside mine didn’t. It’s funny… I didn’t think at any point that one day those accident reports of random people would actually feature someone I knew. I didn’t know what to do. My entire world just collapsed. All day the young me was hyped up for their return, eager to tell all about the frankly uneventful day at school, filled with mostly relationship drama. And now I couldn’t, because they were dead. I just stood there for a solid while, my mind still processing what just occurred. Most people would scream, punch things, swear at the gods for the tragedy they allowed to happen. I just… danced, you know? I moved randomly at first, but soon I started repeating every dance move I saw in music videos or television. I danced to not think. And I succeeded. At some point I passed out from crying and exhaustion, only to be soon woken up by knocks on my door. It was my grandma. She lived just down the street, and came in to stay with me. And she did, until she died three years later, leaving me completely alone. Since the first instance I danced daily, and it was her who convinced me to take real classes.”

Nilou is staring down in silence. The darkness prevents you from seeing her reaction.

“So yeah. I dance to forget. Forget about loneliness, about happy memories turned painful, about death and random chance.”

She suddenly throws herself at you, wrapping you in a bone crushing hug. You can feel her shaking and your ears pick up the sound of soft sobbing. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so, so sorry…”

“Don’t worry, Nilou. It’s over now. I’m no longer alone.’

You tighten the hug.

“Now I have you.”

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Resentment list 4th step

1.being born into an awful divorce, this traumatized me and ruined my self-esteem. This covers so much I'm not sure how I'll get to 20?

2.my shy, timid nature. It would kill me to hurt a fly I'm quite the softie.

3.self-harm. I began cutting myself extensively around 18-19, this really cemented the self-hatred that stalks me all the time.

4.my female friends as a kid knowing I was gay before I did. My dick really controls me sometimes I just wanna get rid of it.

5.Being brought to a psychiatrist at 14(wow this is a big one) and going along with whatever he said because I didn't know better(how could I?). He put me on over a dozen different anti-depressants by the time I turned 15.

6. Poverty and injustice I see all around me, it sucks how unfair this world can be.

7.My father being an alcoholic, although he would never admit this. He used to get drunk and "wrestle" me really aggressively as a kid( like age 9)

8.getting creepily diddled by my family doctor, she said she was "checking me for lumps" but she had this creepy grin on her face and it lasted for at least 20 seconds.

9. My mother refusing any contact with me for the past 6 years. This has been the saddest part of my life, she raised me on her own and I feel so lost without her I cannot bear. I love her more than anything, she's my everything.

10. Crystal meth. You sank your hooks into me and ripped away my kindness, humanity and soul. I will never forgive you.

11.The deep sadness I've felt my entire life. This kindof relates to the first two, but just for context, this is the hole that meth filled. This was caused by an acute lack, of love and kindness/ my upbringing.

12. The demons that Crystal meth brought out of me. I will get more into this as it's really a few things. First of all it made me violent, my first time coming down I punched this small, make nurse as hard as I could. this isn't me, this isn't what my mother raised me to to.

13. This is my blog and there's just no way around this, my dad is kindof a pedophile, or "hebophile" more accurately, I've seen him thirsting over teenage girls. My mother, acutely aware of this did her best to shelter me from him and keep me safe. I always thought my mother's love was enough, I believed it would protect me.

14. When my mother left me at 19, I pretty much immediately began masturbating to the thought of girls a few years younger than me as a coping mechanism. I'll never forgive myself for this, when she left it felt like the good part of me left too.

15. The strange omerta surrounding these, uh, "issues" that make it impossible to actually help anyone and pretty much guarantee someone could get hurt, even though it's 2024, I geuss it's because it only really happens in men and we're in a tough place as a society(COVID)

16. As you may have geussed by now, Crystal meth brought out full blown pedophillc thoughts in me. It was the only thing that made me not suicidal for the first time in years, but yeah after a few months of daily use. I just full on wanted to fuck a child I can't really explain it, I don't act on these thoughts I'd rather jump off a bridge.

17. In conclusion, you may say "LOL UR A P3D0 KYS", and to that I say, alright. I've survived 3 or 4 suicide attempts so don't think you can break me so easily. I'm not here to advocate for pedophiles, but I'm a person, an inconveniently queer one so make of that what you will!

P.S. I'm in therapy and have been sober from meth so since August, I'm doing my best to man-up and solve my issues but if that's not good enough for you, you know what I know exactly how you feel a lot of things aren't good enough for me, including your society.