#also when she sees hsi eyes

[shewhowas39]

pairing: Astarion x f!durge (June)/OC fic summary: in which Astarion's nice, simple plan crumbles when he falls for a neutral good, cinnamon roll of a divination wizard who may or may not be a Bhaapspawn.

(art by @/redraccoonart)

chapter title: Sleepwalking chapter summary: in which June dreams of murder, Astarion dreams of June, and hte gang finds a swamp. oh also the mirror scene happens! content warnings: nightmares, sleepwalking, stabbing, blood, brief description of burnt flesh

A/N: i spent most of my birthday writing this, and waht better treat is there to myself than angsty vampire? i hope y'all enjoy!

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Now he doesn’t know what she is. 

But he knows she’s more to him than she should be. And he has no bloody idea what to do with that knowledge.

Especially when she rejected him. June doesn’t want him. Not as much as he thought she did. 

Or…does she?

He catches her looking at him a few times while she eats dinner or talks to Gale about some book or other. If she doesn’t want him, why would she keep watching him? Why would her gaze find him as often as his finds her? 

Astarion needs to know. 

So when he sees her coming back from her bath with Shadowheart, he grabs a hand mirror from his bag - one he usually uses to look around corners when sneaking - and finds a place near hsi tent to stand, where he knows she can see him.

He holds up the mirror, unsurprised to find his lack of reflection, and sighs loudly.  He follows her movements in the mirror, watches her pause and glance his way on her way toward her own tent. When she looks away, Astarion sighs again - louder this time, and with more tragedy. 

That works.

June begins making her way over to him. She pauses a few feet behind him, remaining silent but watching him with those big, darke eyes. 

“Looking at something?” he asks. 

[cerberus253]

After seeing the post about drago having a sibling that is part shark or orca

When i readed about the orca part, i couldn't help but imagine like, drago and the other demon sorcerers just looking at some dolphins just cause of having nothing to do

But then just see the sibling orca massacre all the dolphins in the area and drown they (since dolphins have a hole to breath in their head and have air when underwater) simply out of boredom and toss they in the air like a ball, kinda of toying before killing they.

To when get questionated, the sibling just shrugs and says "what? I was bored, and honestly, dolphins aren't as fun to torture like seals.. that's their name i think? Wait- oh yeah, it is seal.

(And if you want, how do you think each demon sorccerers and drago would react to that? Since yeah, i can imagine the orca sibling being like that, but worst and more cruel with humans.)

Dolphins. Bai Tza hates dolphins. Their innocent looks, their beady eyes, their annoying noises, and their intelligence and actions too similar to Man itself. She wants them gone, extinct even! None of her siblings would help because it sounds more like a "Her problem," so she thought maybe Drago's weird, disgusting half-orca sibling could do it, seeing as how vicious they are and how desperate they want to belong. Despite their freakish existence, maybe they could be useful.

Bai Tza gives them the task, along with an army of Demonic Sharks to aid in their genocide against those dubious water beasts. The Half-Orca sibling was elated to help, since dolphins bullied them as a child. The Delphinida War has begun.

Shendu

He saw the entire ordeal stupid and a waste of resources, but watching his subjects cower watching the once blue waters of the ocean turn blood red, reminding them of his family's influence is EVERYWHERE and there is no chance of escaping their reign. The Half-Orca was unprofessionally playing with their victims, which also made Shendu laugh.

Po Kong

Although upset at first about scaring all the fish away, the Half-Orca said to her to try a piece of dolphin. Funny, ever since Po Kong took a liking to eating human meat, she barely thought about trying anything new outside of her culture's meals. Apparently, it tastes like beef liver with an aftertaste of fish. Po Kong demanded that half of the child's spoils be brought to her as a deal to not make a fuss about this intrusion with her sister.

Xiao Fung

Well, Xiao Fung was definitely not expecting his sister to go this far, but she has always had an icy heart. This even definitely scared off any seafarers looking for trade, but it was amusing to see the gruesome playfulness of the lot, watching the dolphins get flipped in the air and the sharks going into a feeding frenzy once they hit the water again. Definitely more amusing than the gladiatorial battles of late.

Tchang Zu

So much bloodshed, it could make a stoic warrior like himself shed a proud tear! However, the fighting was so unstructured and barbaric; there was absolutely no warrior skill performed, only bestial violence. I guess this is what you get with an untrained half-demon, just another disappointment!

Tso Lan

Like his brothers, Tso Lan just thought this was absurd, even for his sister, but she was always a violent queen when someone pushed her far enough. It doesn't really affect him, and he doesn't care about Earth's organic life, so he has no hard opinion on it, just a little confused. Was she getting bored from tormenting seafarers? Who knows, and he doesn't care to ask.

Dai Gui

Yes. Good. Those weird fish (Dai Gui would think they're fish) are being slaughtered. They are too cute and graceful for his kingdom of anchored earth. They mock him and his existence and he wanted them gone for a very long time. Maybe the Half-Orca would be willing to share some flesh of these fallen dancers?

Hsi Wu

What the fuck is wrong with her? I mean, yeah, she's the most cruel one in the family, but a genocide against some mildly annoying animals? These dolphins must have crossed her one too many times! Hsi Wu also enjoys the screams of pain, but those dolphin screams started to get annoying rather fast. Well, at least there will be more fish for his subjects to catch.

Bai Tza

Incredible! They did such an excellent job at eradicating those dreadful traitors! She tried recruiting these creatures multiple times in the past, but they always sassed her and swam away. How dare they disrespect their master! Their Queen of the Sea! Well, if they won't join her, then they are against her! Although it is near impossible to kill every last dolphin in existence, she made sure if anyone had a lead on a dolphin that was missed, she would reward them decently if their lead was true. The Half-Orca would be rewarded by allowing them to hunt the thing down.

Drago

Listen, Drago wants to be noticed and respected by his relatives, but this was...petty? Like, yeah, they're annoying, but going so far as to kill them all off? Although respectable, the action felt more of a child's than a centuries old Demon Sorceress. The Ice Crew was disgusted to the point of puking, and Drago called them babies for it, but after a while even he was getting sick of it. Thank goodness his Half-sibling was on a Mission and too busy to bother him, or else he would probably get unexpectedly slapped by fishy dolphin meat. One too many heavy-ass seals were thrown at him, nearly breaking his back half the time.

[perry-the-platypus-f1cs]

Bells ring after the eagle cries

Chapter 4: The past will stay the same, even when you forget

Summary:

Bell goes on his first mission with TF141 Sargent Garrick and Captain Price that leads to him learning more about what his dear nephew has been doing. Oh and he also has a nightmare :)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Bullets hail down on the helicopter brushing the blades and making the helo spin in circles before crashing into the bushy terrain underneath. I'm gripping the sides of my chair fiercely digging my nails into the metal sides. 

I feel my body jolt as the helo lands upside down. I feel a pounding pain in the back of my head as I gaze outwards at the greenery surrounding the crash I shake the distortion from my head. I let out a shaky breath but I am swiftly interrupted by a flurry of bullets aimed at the downed helicopter i snap my head towards them seeing Vietnamese farmers armed with AK-47s raining fire down on us. 

I hear several loud bangs behind me. I snapped my head towards the person in our helo who was returning fire to see it was Adler. As he returned fire he shouted to me “Goddammit. Bell get on that turret and return fire before we’re overrun!” he commands, yelling frantically I quickly reach for the gunner's handels aiming it at the farmers and……

B̵̟̘̎̀́é̶͇͙ĺ̸̼̆̚͜ļ̵̡̱̌̋͘?̴̜͓͗̂ 

B̸̹̿E̷̮̓Ļ̶͝L̸͙̍

B̷̻͇̯̮͓͔͍̭̤̖̣̘̌̈́̔́̑̀͊̓͝͠E̴̡̛͎̳̹͖̍̾̿͋̃̔̓̃͒̕̚͝Ḷ̶̱̥̞̥̈́̈́͂͑ͅL̵̡̪̘̥͙̪̥̝̣̪̮̾̾̈́͆̀̎̏̽̐̄͝!̵̥͔̘̹̲͕̃̊̔̆̉̀͒̄̔̒ 

S̸̳̞̙͚̬̽́̾o̴̧͈̬͆͒̌̍͗͝ļ̸̡͓͍̹̪͎̙̠͇̥͊ͅd̶̺̤̘͈̟̙̦͑͂̈́̋͜͠ǐ̵̪̞̯̯͉̀̓̎̽̕͜͠ͅé̶̺͓̹́̈͌̉́̉̃͗̚̚̚̚r̵̨̘͚͓̠̦̪̙̽͛͋͝ ̷̛̩̺̪̘̘̫̬̞͐͛͗ẅ̴̢̥̜̣̬̩̘͈͚̮́̉͑̃̇ͅą̶̬̖̻̘̩̼̦̼̽̐̈́̉̃̋̇͠͝k̸̢̝̖͍͕͕̖̺͍͖͔̠̏̀̉̃͋̅͌̕è̵̼͕͈̗̲̫̑̓̇͛̕͘ͅ ̶̢̤͚̦̝̄̋̽̃̓̌̐͑̋́͋ͅů̴̳̗͒̉͋̌̌̌̉̏͆̂͝p̴̙͕̯̙̋̒͐̇̐͂̅̓̒͛̈͒̔!̶͓̯́̿͒͜

I feel a hand grip my right shoulder and I jolt up gasping. I can hear a bell ringing somewhere in the back of my mind. My eyes snap open and I see Price holding my shoulder. I can feel myself holding something. I look towards my left hand that soldering Garrick's arm just shy of breaking it. I immediately let go of his hand, breathing harshly. 

Gaz recoils rubbing hsi arm and Price speaks up “You alright Bell? He asks, concerned he's leaning close to me, hand on my shoulder almost comforting. I breathe heavily leaning back against my bedpost. That's right I'm in a barracks, not Vietnam. Never Vietnam.

“yeah…yeah I’m alright captain.” i answer my voice shaky and distant i then look at Garrick noticing his arm already bruising slightly “fuck. Sorry, Garrick." I apologized and my voice cracked. I then realized how dry my throat was as it started to dully ache. Garrick then walked to a small nightstand in the corner and picked up a glass of water handing it to me. I reached forward taking the glass from him silently thanking him with a slight nod.

Both Price and garrick walk off to the side silently staring at me the room is unnaturally silent until one of them decides to speak up breaking the uncomfortable silence

���So..” price began “Ghost and Soap’s report came back turns out the intel shepard had was correct soap and ghost managed to pin down Makarov’s financier get some intel out of her and got out alive from what she said he's been buying abandoned buildings for safehouses. We’ve got a new target. Makarov’s second command will be in one of those compounds in Vostok. We get him, we cripple Makarov’s power.”

Price explains crossing his arms bringing my attention and Garricks to what he was saying “Both of you get armored up were wheels up in 10” Price announced before turning around and leaving the barracks Garrick following behind him.

I peel myself up from my sitting position now, becoming aware of the cold sweat dripping down my back. I lean forward holding my head in my hands, rubbing my eyes, and letting out a sigh before standing up from  the bed and promptly banging my head on the metal bed above me “Ow!” I hiss rubbing the back of my head “fucking adler.” I mumble to myself before walking over to my duffel bag picking out my clothes and changing whilst muttering to myself. 

“fucking Adler, and the fucking Mk-ultra bullshit did I ask for this no. No, I didn't but I still get the fucking nightmares” I mutter into space as I get dressed once I'm finally done i let out a sigh of frustration as i smooth out my new uniform It didnt fit as well as my old one it felt to…new like I was a new army recruit all over again.

I sharply stopped myself, reminding myself that I was never in the Army, to begin with, and not the US Army. I silently curse Adler once again before walking out of the barracks and grabbing more of my gear, some new, some old.  

(time skip)

Cool air brushes past my face as I spectate the building from my perch on top of another building in front of me is a several story building towering up towards the sky. I can spot Gaz and Price slowly making their way towards the top where I can spot our target. Andrei Nolan, Makarovs second in command from what I could see from my perch; 

He was tall, muscular, and held himself well. Gaz and Price were swiftly dealing with the Konni soldiers' gunshots ringing out on the rooftop and other levels, sometimes needing my assistance with the more heavily armored soldiers. 

As soon as Gaz and Price cleared the rooftop and cornering Nolan they promptly knocked Nolan out and clipped him onto the harness. I got up from my position and clipped myself back into my seat and patiently waited for us to return to base with our new prisoner.

The flight back to base was..interesting to say the least mostly because there was an unconscious man just.. lying in the middle of our transport tied up and knocked out Price and Gaz was sitting next to each other both of them were tense and glaring at Nolans unconscious form Price has a cigar between his lip slowly taking puffs of it Gaz has his arms crossed one leg on top of the other.

I lean back against my seat looking out the window at the changing ground as we speed back to our base, the silence steady the only sound being the rumble of the engine and the swift turning of the helicopter blades. 

The ride back was a long and boring affair but by far better than the ride i had going to Solovetsky…the pain and betrayal I had felt back then have left deep wounds that i know don't plan to go away at any point and I know deep down that if I ever see Adler again if he’s even still alive I would kill him. Consequences be damned to hell. 

I am removed from my thoughts by the helicopter landing on the concrete pad i watch silently as Price hauls Nolan's unconscious body over his shoulder after adjusting the restraints I unconsciously tighten my grip on my rifle but it's not long before I brush off the sinking feeling in my chest and stand up keeping my body tight and firm just like in cadets….no, I wasn't an army cadet I was.

I was recruited by Perseus after папа died I squeeze my eyes tight rubbing my left eyelid as it starts to sting a small persistent reminder of the damn needle Adler shoved into my eye.

I brush off the uncomfortable feeling and pray that it stops as I follow Price and Garrick into the base once again. After we reach the familiar interior we walk towards the far corner where a shipping container looms in waiting. Garrick steps forward, his body taught like a spring as he opens the container with a rough, harsh tug making the hinges squeal as the interior is revealed. 

It was dimly lit with a lone metal chair placed in the back area of the container that was rusted by various bodily fluids that made my nose scrunch i looked from the left to the right walls and winced slightly at the heavily decorated walls adored several different kinds of tools scalpels, Knives, hammers, tweezers, and wire cutters made up most of the tools but there were a few that puzzled me for a few seconds before the realization hits.

Metal scraping against metal breaks my line of thought as I now watch as Price drags Nolan towards the chair and uses the dangling leather straps to secure him.  Before stepping back and walking towards myself and Garrick, Price spoke“Now we wait.” he commented jumping down from the escalated floor.

I tilt my head at Nolan assessing his restraints as Price and Garrick go to walk away. I speak up, stopping them both “No barbed wire?” I mentioned an eyebrow raised in question. Price looked at me then looked at Nolan’s restrained form and spoke slowly “Barbed..wire? He echoed confusion plastered on his face.

“From what I remember back in nam' we used barbed wire to restrain prisoners with intel as well as the usual stuff ropes, straps, and zip ties, got 'em talking a lot quicker than usual, especially when the prisoners are a real stick in the mud,” I explain shrugging, gesturing to Nolan nonchalantly.

Garrick's eyes widen slightly and he glances between me and Price before he leans forward his brow slightly creased “You fought in vietnam?” He reiterated I could tell he was surprised no doubt he was told that I was ‘coma preserved’ as the doctor says but suspect he and the captain weren't told the whole extent of things considering the Prices and Garricks' slightly bewildered expressions. I nod afriming even though deep down I knew it was a lie but..it always feels like I was there. Every. Single. Godforsaken time.

“Yep. I and my unit were there for a long time before we had to pack it up and head to Berlin but..that's a story for another day." I finalize trying to bring the conversation back to the present and distance their attention from my past. 

They nod, clearly still confused but refrain from bringing it up again. Then in the distance we hear the familiar rumbling of a car engine that snaps all of our attention away from the container as we all collectively walk towards the sound to see Ghost and Soap step out of an armored personnel transport vehicle Garrick lights up and pull soap into a firm half-hug “good to see you mate” he snickers before pulling back and giving ghost a welcoming nod the group then walked towards the middle of the room where myself and the captain are now located with price leaning forwards hands on the desk and myself sitting in one of the many chairs around the table. 

“the intel you got was solid boys. Well done.” Price praised and I could tell at that moment that he truly did care about every single one of the men under his command Price then shuffled backward before announcing “And we didn't come up empty handed either” Price smirked gesturing to the shipping containers open doors Soap quickly takes notice and swiftly walks over to the entrance looking inside before widely grinning looking almost giddy before he rushed back to the table still grinning.

“fuckin’ hell’ you maneged to secure Makarovs right hand’?” Soap asks rhetorically but he still receives a smirk and nod from Price's ghost then speaks up from his position “Held off on interrogating him, boss?” he grumbled glancing at the container mild interest reflecting in his eyes Price huffs

“Only got him here a few minutes ago ghost. But I thought it would be best if we handled this like we did back in Las Almas but with more…forceful persuasion.” Price decreed and I noted how the room shifts as Las Almas is mentioned.

My eyes trace the other expressions, noticing a sharp nod of acceptance from Garrick, a giddy smile from Soap, and a glint of dark amusement in Ghost's eyes “Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's get ourselves some intel” I supplied breaking a quick anticipated silence “Aye. Let's break this bastard” Soap preached. I do not know why but as we all walked towards the container I had a sinking feeling that this would not go in my favour. 

Notes:

Hello! I'm back, I hope that the wait wasn't to long this chapter is currently unedited so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Please tell me your thoughts in the comments! they motivate me to continue writing this fic and all your support and kudos is greatly appreciated! I hope you all have an amazing Day/Night stay safe! (updated note) HI me again this chapter is now updated and edited and I am currently writing chapter 5, if you find any grammar errors or problems please tell me!

[melk917]

Okayyyy I gotta ask: 5, 6, 9 for WIP game, pls and spanks:

5. The Full Ratchet Shorts - Sofia

6. Barba + Spanking

9. Rafa + Reader + Rita

👀👀👀👀

All of these are mostly just notes and chaotic sentences, lol.

Below the cut for the porny bits lolll

5. The Full Ratchet Shorts - Sofia

This is supposed to be a series of short one-shots in The Full Ratchet universe all related to the reader & Rafa's daughter. There's more bits than just this, if others are curious...

“I–how?”

You snorted, choked really, on the laugh that bubbled up. Your eyebrows were practically in your hairline when you met his eyes to respond. “The usual way I think.”

His face shut down, mouth pressed into a thin, firm line. “That’s not what I meant.”

“The patch came off. My guess? Before Ava’s wedding. You know that whole weekend…”

He flushed, face softening at the memory, even as he avoided your gaze. “Ah. Yes. I could see how that would have done it.”

6. Barba + Spanking

I had completely forgotten about this one, haha. There's a lot more there than I thought there would be? Clearly this one is what it says on the tin... and x rated, lol.

A short snippet:

Start here and have him dirty talk the earlier part: When you get home, he’s got you  pressed against the wall, wrist in one hand, pinned above your head. Telling you he knows just what you’ve been doing and that it's very naughty of you. That you’ve been very bad all night, teasing him, taunting, flashing your ass. And there’s only one thing to do with bad girls, and that’s to punish them.

Has you naked except the panties (“no. those stay on. You wanted me to see them so badly? Let me see them then. They stay on”)

9. Rafa + Reader + Rita

This one is also what it says on the tin. It's sort of in The Full Ratchet universe, but I never decided fully if I wanted it in there.

Get to the event at the Whitney and Rita immediately is flirting with you. Raf is rolling his eyes a bit at her, but you’re flushing slightly and he’s like oh???

You make some comment about how rita is something else and he’s like hmmm. And you’re a few glasses of champagne in and on the terrace, leaning on the balcony looking over the city and he’s pressed against your side, lips against your ear and he’s like well she’s flirting to rile you up, not to rile me up, trying to reassure you that there’s nothing w/him and rita in that way. And you flush and he’s smirking a bit and he’s like, you like it and you bite your lip and he’s like your eyes drift down to her thighs every time she’s in view, sweetheart, you’re not subtle. And his hand is on your ass, stroking the curve of it. And hes like “what are you thinking about, hm?” and you flush again and you’re like, ���you’ve slept with her before” and he frowns a bit and is like, “well, yes, but not in over a decade.” and you look up at him, pupils blown, biting you lip “no, i mean …” and he now looks a little concerned and is ready to reassure you and you’re like “god, no I mean you had threesomes with her before and now… god seeing her here, and the way that silk is hugging her hips, i’m just thinking about getting my mouth on them while you have your hands on me” and he sucks in a sharp breath, cock twitching in hsi pants, and hes like shit you can’t just say stuff like that out here, there’s too many people around for me to respond the way i want, and you laugh a bit, slip your hand under his jacket and dip your fingers down the back of his pants in a tease. Lean up to kiss his jaw, letting your lips linger so your breath ghosts across his skin and he shivers, hand on your ass pulling you tight against him with a growl. “Later then” you tell him with a small smile curved into something wicked.

[regiesgfreal]

But you do magic tricks with your toung!

As a bright light rushed thorught your window you opened your eyes to see regie looking in the window. ''you up?'' regie asked looking strainght into my eyes. i smiled to give him a hint, that yes you up. Slight morning kiss like always. And quiet undressed regie. He was living with boys and had big bed ofc you sleep with him. ''what's the time?'' i asked. ''6;58'' regie said as he looked at his phone.

As our lips connected ones again it didn't felt like times before. And i was a little worried what would happened next. And i still virginity. Cause i basically only 21. Didn't i knew that it will turn out with regie taking my bra off. ''you okay?'' regie asked looking at me. ''yea i am alright!'' i said back. ''i don't have condom with me! I'll go ask ryan for one!'' regie said as he standet up and gone to ryan's room.

POV REGIE I walked to ryan's room with a knock. ''bro'' i said as ryan turned to face me. ''yea?'' ryan asked. ''do ou have a condom?'' i asked not emberesed at all. ''woah!ofc!btw isn't yn is still didn't lose her virginity.''ryan asked taking box of condoms out of his bag. ''she didn't, it's her first time.'' i said as i took the condom from his hand. ''dont hurt her! it ussually hurt girls when it's their first time. Yes babe?'' ryan asked his gf who was sitting in the bed. ''yea!hurts more then period! but it was also jackie's first time when you fucked her.'' ryan's gf said ''it wasn't she had sex with my friend, that's bassicaly why we broke up!cause she did it twice'' i said walking out of the room.

''babe i am back!'' i said walking in to my gf all naked on my bed.

YN POV

''finally!'' i said walking up to him to give him a neck hickey. And that's where it's started. Neck Tits Pussy. Every inch of your body felt this energy hsi body gives you. Then he got naked too. Condom on and in and out. ''did it hurts?'' regie asked. ''a little i guess?'' i said back. ''if you want me to stop just let me know!'' regie said while keep going with fucking you. ''babe so tight!'' he said as i moaned. That sex was good. My first time with person i relly love and ready to spend my whole life with. ''but you do magical tricks with your toung''i said putting my clothes on

Time skip- Next day when all of you went to mall.

You and regie went to the shops alone without other guys. Seb and sav(your bff) was dating too. They went with you and regie. You and sav turned to the victoria secret shop. ''that's sexy right?'' i asked sav

''u didn't lost your virginity did you?'' sav asked.

''after last night idk!'' i answered. Regie smiled and hugged me from behind. ''it is get i!t

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Joel waking up after his fever breaks to see you tending to him

everything happens for a reason, Like Fungus heating up from the earth crust and starting to infect human life.

Or the first few weeks of the outbreak your AWFUL abusive boyfriend was First infected and you were saved by Joel Miller.

it took him and yourself years to feel comfortable around each other and by then he had Tess. But traveling with a girl across the country you going to make sure she was safe. you and Joel Oddly. and finally after years of knowing each other became friendly. you were stunned to see him opening up to Elle. he was always Blunt and honestly fearful. and had barriers and was hit first ask questions later. but now he was letting his guard down. and it fascinated you. A Rusty dagger got Joel. right in the Stomach. were instantly terrified it hit an organ. how it didn't you weren't sure how but he was losing a lot of blood. and you also knew he was probably going to have an infection that could kill him. you have seen people Die from all sorts of things. infections, wounds, and One from Sneezing too much. you really aren't sure What was wrong wit that women. but she sneezed herself to death.

Elle was out hunting for food, which you weren't sure if was a good idea. but she was freaking out in the basement so you sent her to go but to stay close and to be careful as you dug into your bag. In another life your Grandmother was Herbalist and your mom banned all medical medicine in the house. you weren't even vaccinated for anything until you were 18. that was your big 18th birthday gift.. Vaccines. you thought your mom and Gran crazy but the moment the world ended. you grabbed their herbs and books on plants. and you now deal with natural medicine when it's to hard to find medical.

you had no medical medicine for Joel. you had an Advil that would probably do nothing for his pain but you gave that to him hours ago. Joel mocked you as you collected Weeds as you walked. ironically a weed will at Least calm his fever. Plantain. A weed that Never dies. you. And Yarrow commonly knows for "soldiers' wound wort". it's used to help with wounds. during war time soldiers would use this to make ornaments to heal their wounds.

they work, but Slow. and with how much blood he lost you knew he would need a blood transfusion. your Dick of a ex was a doctor and he did make a transfusion at your apartment. you had clean needles in your bag, So after preparing the medicine for Joel you used your years of growing up with your mother. then you went around searching for things to Give Joel blood. Elle came back unsucessful as she helped.

"how you know how to do this? I thought you said you were a teacher?"

"Life. experience." yu weren't going to tell Her about your past. not that. she was a Kid.

"I'll do it.. he can have my blood." you smiled weakly looking up at Elle as you found clean tubbing. it was in a bag in he garrage. you think it was meant for a fridge water tube. Duct Tape will Fix the big issues.. you figured.

"Can't be you- we have no idea what will happen if you mix your blood with others.. plus if your the wrong blood type you could kill him."

"So you know his blood type?"

you shook your head, "no- But Im universal blood."

it wasn't pretty but you got it done. you weren't a doctor. Hell you weren't even a nurse. but at least that will help him.. or Kill him. you weren't sure.

it was the middle of the night. as Elle was asleep beside Joel as you were fixing hsi Jacket as he opened his eyes for the first time in days. he had a single tear roll down his cheek as you smiled weakly whipping it away as you smiled weakly, "Hey"

he went to talk but you hushed him and laid down beside him. on the other side of him as you Rested your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes relieved he was awake.

Joel remembers telling you both to leave him to die. he ordered you to take Elle and to forget about him. he was stunned to see you Not Only still here. but wedged in between you both. he couldn't believe you would Stay for him. he didn't deserve it. he thought. to be cared for. he still felt awful but he couldn't imagine how you both felt. he was suppose to be protecting and caring for you both. Not the other way around. but you just smiled down at him. fixed his tear and laid down as he reached over grabbing your hand squeezing it tihgtly. you squeezed back as you whispered softly "Sleep Joel we need you still okay?"

"okay"

[evilmcg]

Rick OC Info

Name/nicknameS: Rick Z139, Guard Rick and GR

Age: Mid 70s

Appearance: He has the normal appearance of a rick but with this hairstyle and this scar across his left eye. As well as wearing this outfit with these gloves and boots.

Bio: He was hired as meg's personal guard shortly after her distrust in her morty assistant honey. He acts as both her guard and personal assistant. He not only keeps her safe at all costs but makes sure she's taken care of both physically and emotionally.

Rather than using a gun this rick is skilled blades. His weapon of choice being a sword but a knife will also work for him in a pinch. He's no nonsense. Professional at all times but meg is the one exception he seems to make. He views the first lady as his second chance to have a daughter even if he'll never admit that out loud. Secretly he doesn't approve of her relationships with both mortys.

With rin's he feels the president is taking advantage of her raw feelings and obsessive nature while he disapproves of the other president due to how he treats meg. Even if she's more than happy with their arrangement.

Rather than being pleased with her new fatherly figure often hsi caring nature can get on her nerves. She sees his attempts as trying to take the role of her deceased father who she killed quite brutally. Due to what peter put her through she fears rick will do the same to her some day when she least expects it.

She despises the idea of feeling weak again and usually tries to shut down his attempts at being warm and sentimental towards her. She keeps him around because he's amazing at his job and she secretly does enjoy the care she gets from him even if she's afraid of growing too sentimental at the same time.

[yaboi-beowulf]

Great Expectations (1946)

"Great expectations" is a film made in 1946 based on the Charles Dickens book "The Great Expectations" and mostly follows the plot of the book, with minor details being changed, for example from the top of my head i don't know... His sister being straight up murdered!?

...well okay not murdered, but there was a murder attempt and she dies later because of it but unlike the movie im gonna cut an actual small detail and say she was murdered. Also the timeline is a bit jumbled up but the main story and plot is there so, honestly, no biggie.

The plot itself is really simple, Pip is a blacksmiths wife's brother who will become a blacksmith in the future, then he meets a criminal who makes him steal, and later the said criminal is captured and his life moves on. Then he gets invited to play (👀) at the old ladies house and he meets the girl who he develops a crush on. The visits eventually stop and he goes back to his previous life.

Until that end too when he gets a lotta money and Great Expectations (roll credits). So he goes London where he loses all that money, meets his benefactor, tries to run away, gets injured… basically a lot happens in london. After that the movie finally ends by him realising what kind of a prick he was being.

Throught the movie Pip changes quite a lot. In my opinion he goes through 7 stages.

Number one, the poor little child stage

This is the stage he starts at. The child who has no parents and was brought up by hand by his sister, he isn't rich, doesn't have great expectations and is quite happy with hsi future apprenticeship.

Numero dos, the realization stage

In this stage he sees how the rich live. He goes to Miss Havishams and gets a taste of the wealthy life, his eyes are opened and his hands reach to grasp it.

Number three, the coming to terms stage.

This is the moment he realizes that the Great Expectations he has can not be grasped by him and he goes back to his simple life, his simple house and his simple apprenticeship that he is now quite ashamed of.

Number four is the chance stage.

Here he gets a chance. He gets to chase after the dream. (googles the 500 pounds into todays money) He gets a huge sum of money and goes off to London

Number five. The snob stage.

Aaaand now that he's in London he not only loses sight of where he came from he feels embarassed of his past. Of course it happens gradually while he learns how to fit within the wealthy. But in the end he becomes a literal snob.

Number six. Losing it all stage.

Life has a funny way of doing things, and be it karma, be it god or whatever other mythical thing,or even be his own bad decisions, but the money goes poof, he is drowning in debt, has a benefactor that is running from the law and so many other troubles. basically hes left with nothing.

Number seven. Realization part 2 stage

Just like basically every other story this is the end, and just like in romance films where the girl realizes her soulmate was the best friend all along, Pip realizes he was an ass all along. He looks back and sees what he had become.

And that's his journey

From a boy that makes dumb decisions to a man that... makes dumb decisions.

In a way his story is quite relatable. It's a story about how things can blind us and change us drastically, like in Pip's case, money. We see him change from a small innocent boy who is quite content with his life, to him glancing at how the high society lives, to getting a chance, changing because of it and to coming back to his senses. Maybe it was too late for him, maybe not.

But what I really want to know is diD HE GET THE GIRL OR NOT????

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This pt. 1

Dark! Peter Maximoff x Fem reader (Mob au)

I’m really excited to start this series! I have so many ideas and I hope I can keep up with it!! So this chapter doesn’t feature reader it’s more of a world building chapter. I think reader should be in the next chapter but you never know. Also it’s going to be a dark! Peter because of the whole mob au so he’ll be a little possessive and obsessive but nothing too too bad. (Like the yandere Peter Headcannons I did that’s how he’ll be) But if you don’t like that I wouldn’t recommend reading future chapters

Summary: Peter has felt like a piece of him has been missing ever since he was taken away from his mother to be raised by his father. But when you seem to fill that piece there’s no way he’s ever letting you go

Warnings: mentions of stalking by Erik towards Peter. Erik being a dick

Word count: 1678

Peter’s mom had tried to keep him sheltered as long as she could. Living in the smallest apartments in the most remote areas of town, moving every couple months even if it meant she’d have to start again from scratch. He had promised her that she could keep Peter until he turned thirteen, and then he would come for him.

And she lived in peace with that knowledge, secure in her estranged husband's promise in the quaint house he had gifted her in the New York countryside. Homeschooling Peter and teaching him all that she knew from when he had attended high school which wasn’t much. But she taught him the more important lessons like how to be kind and how to deal with his emotions, which sometimes seemed to fill him to the brim.

She had hoped by instilling those values in him he would somehow retain them into the years she wouldn't be around for. They had left that little house three years ago when Peter was nine, she had come home from work one day to see a black car parked outside, the figure watching Peter and his babysitter through the living room window.

She had packed what she could that night, hauling it all into her beat up minivan. She carefully shook Peter awake, telling him he could take a bag of whatever he wanted. She was patient as he groggily wandered around the room studding his rock collection and favorite comics into his blue backpack. He didn;t understand that they were leaving, he figured they were just going on a trip, she didn't bother to correct him.

He had buckled him into the backseat and sped away, the headlights of the black car watching her as he drove into the city. She was about a mile out when Peter called her name. “Mama I forgot cottontail and Mr. Dribbles.” He was referring to his favorite stuffed animals, his bunny rabbit and turtle.

She looked at him in the rearview mirror. “I told you to pack what you needed, we can’t go back.” Peter began to cry, little broken sobs in losing his most treasured possessions. Her heart broke and against her better judgement she turned around and headed back to the house.

When they pulled up Peter began to unbuckle, eager to revive his toys. She told him to stay put and got out herself, hands shaking as she fumbled with the house keys. As she approached the porch steps she saw a man in a crisp suit holding the very toys she had returned for. He shot her a gleaming smile as he stood up buttoning his sports coat back up. “Looking for these?”

His hand extended to her and she quickly snactehd them away, taking a step back. The man watched her with an amused expression. “What are you doing here Erik?”

The man shrugged. “Just keeping an eye on the boy, wanted to see how he was turning out.” glanced at her car behind her. He could see Peter’s face pressed against the glass, hsi silver hair still tousled. He turned back to her tsking. “You’ve made him soft.”

She sneered. “I don’t think raising him to be a good person makes him soft.”

“No but it will get him killed.”

“Don’t you say things like that.”

“It’s the truth.”

Peter’s mom eyed him, she knew that him just being here was putting them in danger. “Why are you here?” She asked again. “You said I could keep him until he turns thirteen, he’s still years away from being yours.”

Erik smiled, hand slipping into his pocket. “We’ll see about that.”

Erik watched as Peter unlocked the door and slid out of the car, feet padding to where his mother stood frozen with the mysterious man. He reached out to take her hand, scaring her out of her shock. “Peter! I told you to wait in the car.”

“Who is this mama?” Peter asked, completely ignoring his mothers scolding.

Erik smiled, bending down to Peter’s level. “I’m Erik.” He extended his hand for Peter to shake, Peter moved to hide behind his mother’s leg, reaching up instead for his stuffed animals. Erik frowned as he stood back up smoothing the creases in his suit.“That’s not very becoming of him.” She looked to see Peter cuddling with his stuffed animals, talking to them in hushed whispers as kids do.

“He’s a child Erik.”

“Not for much longer.” He warned. “I knew that he would need a mother to help him grow into what I needed him to be. That’s why I agreed to give him to you for the time that I did. But with these recent developments I think it would be beneficial for us all to end this little agreement sooner than planned.”

Her eyes widened, reaching to pull Peter up into her arms as she backed away. “You can’t! You promised.” Erik didn’t respond, he only pushed past her to get to the black car parked next to hers. “Erik.” She called again, making the man pause. “You promised.”

“Promises are meant to be broken my dear.” Erik stepped into the car and the door shut behind him. The engine started and the car sped off to a place unknown.

She was still shaking long after the car had left. Peter was shaking too but it was from the cold, it was december, almost christmas time. He had left his coat in the car when he had come to see what was going on. “Can I go back to bed?” He asked, a yawn making his sentence trail off.

“You can sleep in the car okay? We need to leave.” Peter sleepily nodded along and let his mother tuck him away into the backseat.

Since that night they had never stopped running, moving as often as they could and as far away as they could. He wouldn't let them leave New York, she knew that much. So she moved where she could, to little places most maps didnt even list. She had kept him as long as she could and she would have made it all the way to thirteen if she didn't cave and do something completely irresponsible.

It was Peter’s twelfth birthday and he had begged her to go to the arcade. He hadn’t had an actual birthday since he was eight because she couldn't risk him being out in public for so long. But he had looked at her with those eyes and she figured what harm could come to him. They had gone about two years now without even a peep about Erik or his whereabouts.

She was nervous the whole drive there, always checking the rear view mirror to make sure they weren’t being followed. When they arrived Peter immediately ran off with the twenty dollars she had gifted him for game tokens. She watched with a smile as he played the games at a rapid pace, his superspeed coming out in all of his excitement. He knew better than to use it so openly but he was so excited he couldn’t help it and she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop.

Mutants were a rare thing in this day and age, most hid them if they could, or they took supressentants that overtime weakened the mutation to nothing more than an above average skill. Peter had been so attached to his mutation that she never entertained the idea of suppressants, just forcing him to hide it instead.

Peter’s mom kept her eyes trained on his form, never letting him out of her sight. A waiter bumped into him and she dropped her gaze to shoot him a quick apology, when she looked up Peter was nowhere to be seen within the small arcade. Her heart rate picked up as she scanned the arcade, searching behind all of the games making sure Peter wasn’t playing a game with her. But her suspicions were confirmed when that familiar voice sent a shiver down her spine.

“It’s nice to see you.” Erik smirked at her as she turned, he was holding the remainder of Peter’s tokens in his hand. Openly showcasing his powers as he twriled the silver tokens between his fingers.

“Where is he?”

“What no greeting?” She just frowned at him, anger evident in her eyes. Erik sighed. “He’s somewhere safe, I figured it was time he had a male influence in his life.”

“He’s only turning twelve today.” Tears were beginning to pick her eyes. She knew that if Erik were here that she had already lost.

Erik shrugged. “What’s one more year. You’ve had him for twelve I think it’s my turn now.” Erik Turned on his heel, tossing the coins back to her.

“I hate you.” She cried, surging forward only to be stopped by one of his bodyguards.

“Well I don’t really care.” Erick smiled. “I have what I want, I don’t need you anymore.”

Erik left, his smile quickly turning to a frown. Now the real work was to begin

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[fernweh-writes]

Hi dear, I was wondering if you could do headcanon about slashers having s/o, who is really insecure, that she is not pretty enough, doubts herself and is afraid that she is not worthy of them.. So basically some comforting fluff? 👉👈

Some of these are kinda nsfw. Mostly just Jesse and Asa’s though.

-Fern🌿

Michael Meyers

Michael was a person who didn’t understand social cues and had no clue how to deal with people and their emotions. But he’s also a stalker who is good at observing people and you’re the love of his life.

He notices the way you look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes so sad and also so filled with hate at the same time. Your eyes always focus on the same parts of you and it’s like he can almost hear the criticizing thoughts in your head.

Today as you stood in the mirror your hands squeezed your sides, wishing that your waist was small like all those models on TV and magazines. You wish you looked like the girls you noticed Michael always looking at, the kind of girls he always seemed to admire.

You were so busy glaring yourself down you hadn’t even noticed Michael walk up behind you until he was setting his hands on top of yours. His mask was still down over his face, so your eyes met the empty dark holes of it in the mirror. You had only ever seen him without it once before.

Spinning around in his arms, you turned to look up at him, “You’re being extra sneaky today, I didn’t even hear you unlock the door.” He didn’t look down at you, his head still tilted up, watching you in the mirror. The fact he didn’t acknowledge what you said made your heart drop.

That was until his hands left yours and crept up to his mask, slowly removing it. His blue eyes searched yours before tilting your chin up and placing a firm kiss to your lips. Without breaking the kiss he grabbed your hips and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you over to the bed.

He planned on showing you just how much he appreciated you and your body.

Bo Sinclair

It was pretty common for Bo to make comments about your body. His sexual comments sometimes made you feel slightly better, like you were desirable. Other times it made you feel like a piece of meat, like all you were good for was a quick fuck.

Bo may be insensitive and he usually never thought twice about what he said, but he was also observant and good at picking up on people’s emotions. He noticed when his comments stopped making you laugh and shove his chest and you began to force a smile that looked more like a grimace. Still, he was Bo, and he figured that if it really mattered you would just tell him to shut his trap.

After some time though he figures it’s best to lay off the vulgar comments and switch on the southern charm. He can sweet talk anyone he wants but he especially loves the power he holds over you whenever he uses that charm against you. You’re so easy to fluster, you melt into him every time he compliments you.

He quickly decides that he enjoys praising you. After all, it seems to make you so needy for him. The fact you seek out his praise just fuels that big ego of his.

Comes up with plenty of pet names. His favorites are definitely darlin’ and pretty girl though. Calling you honey is one of his cheesier favorites. You can expect him to start saying “Honey, I’m home,” whenever he comes home in a good mood. If he doesn’t say it, it’s best to just hand him a beer and let him yell at whoever he decides to be upset with.

If you open up to him about your insecurities he really won’t say much. Bo has never been a big feelings person and he doesn’t know how to do a good job of comforting or relating to people. However, you’ll notice him being extra sweet and affectionate. Just don’t mention it or else he’ll feel the need to be an asshole. He’s gotta keep up hsi reputation after all.

Long story short, Bo isn’t all bad and he can be soft and sweet sometimes.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent saw you as his muse, his goddess, his reason for living and he made sure to always show you exactly how much you meant to him.

He knew your body better than you ever could. His hands had traced every curve, every dip, every perfect imperfection of you and he could always find something new about you to admire.

Vincent knew the parts of you that he hated, so he always made sure to pay extra attention to those parts of your body just to show you how much he admired everything about you. Everything you thought was the worst part of you would quickly become his favorite.

He’s no stranger to insecurity, he grew up in a small town where people loved to talk and gossip. Talk and gossip isn’t much fun when you’re the kid with only half of a face who wears a mask everywhere he goes because his parents didn’t like to look at him. He would rather die than to ever let you feel that way about yourself.

He still has a favorite part of you though and that’s your eyes. They tell him everything he ever needs to know about what you’re thinking or feeling. He’s seen your eyes show how much you hated your reflection to the amount of love for him that was bottled up within you. Your eyes always gave away what you were thinking, which allowed him to be able to swoop in any time you were troubled.

You quickly become one of his favorite things to draw. He no longe needs a reference for you anymore either, he has your whole body memorized. He couldn’t forget anything about you no matter how hard he tried. Even then, why would he ever want to forget something as beautiful and perfect as you.

Brahms Heelshire

He completely understands feeling insecure. After all he had to hide in the walls and cover his face after the fire. He watched his parents love a doll more than they could ever love him. So he makes sure to tell you how beautiful he thinks you are even if you aren’t a blonde. But he doesn’t understand why you feel like you don’t deserve him.

Brahmsy thinks you’re the best person ever, he wouldn’t have kept you as his nanny if he didn’t think that you were perfect. After all you take care of him and handle everything your strange life throws at you.

He’s seen every part of you while hiding in those walls and there isn’t a single part of you that he isn’t mesmerized by.

There really isn’t ever anyone for you to feel lesser than in the manor. After all, it is just you, Brahms, and Malcolm. However, if anyone ever came along and made you feel inferior or undeserving Brahms wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of them. He can’t have you feeling upset.

He’s touched starved and handsy so he uses each and every single chance you give him to explore your body. There’s nothing he wants more than to touch every part of you. He’s in awe of you and he wants to show you just how much he needs you.

He makes sure to express to you that if either of you weren’t worthy of the other it would be him. After all, he got extra lucky for you to have stumbled into his grasp and there’s no way in hell he’s letting you escape.

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not a moment where he isn’t showing you just how much he loves you. Once he becomes comfortable with you, Thomas is surprisingly affectionate. He is not against PDA and the family never mentions it. After all Luda Mae wants grand babies and Hoyt knows better than to anger Tommy. Besides, Luda Mae thinks that the two of you are absolutely adorable.

Thomas is well aware of how it feels to hate the reflection in the mirror and he hates that you could ever feel that way about yourself. He does his best to show you that he sees you in a completely different light than you see yourself in. To him, you’re the sweetest most beautiful thing to ever walk the earth.

The fact you think you don’t deserve him leaves him feeling flustered. He never expected anyone to love him the way that you do. For you to say you’re not good enough for him blows his mind. He’s a murderer and he doesn’t see how you could ever find him attractive. He. Can’t even speak to tell you how much he adores you but there’s times where he really wishes he could.

Whenever you’re having days where you feel more self critical than usual he puts off his chores to take care of you. Hoyt can bitch all that he wants, Thomas is always going to put you first. Will spend all day in bed with you running his hands over your body and placing gentle kisses against your skin.

Listens to anything you have to say. Although he can’t contribute much to the conversation, Tommy is still a very expressive person. You can see the criticizing look he gives you anytime you say something negative about yourself. He’s not above huffing and rolling his eyes either, grumbling anytime you say something that he doesn’t like.

Billy Loomis

It’s no secret that Billy had plenty of people throwing themselves at him. Sure, he never really paid much attention to them, but that doesn’t change the fact that so many people wanted your boyfriend. So, it was easy for you to begin to think about how easy it would be for Billy to find someone better than you.

As soon as you open up to Billy about these things he’s quick to shut those thoughts down. After all, Billy rarely ever let’s people get as close to him as you have. In fact, the only other person that comes close is Stu. Billy wouldn’t have opened up to you if he didn’t think that you were permanent and he makes sure that you know that.

Begins to shut down all your self critical comments as well. Before he just thought you were joking, and in a way you still were, but he knew that you thought there was some truth to your words. He’s basically going to force you to be kinder to yourself whether you like it or not.

Billy can be an ass sometimes, he likes to pick fights, and he can be insensitive, but never would he use something he knows your insecure about as leverage against you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did.

Lots of heavy petting and make out sessions whenever your having days where you feel more self loathing than usual. You may not like the person in the mirror but he sure as hell does. He’s gonna make sure you know just how much he loves you and how much he loves your body as well.

Stu Macher

Simply cannot allow you to think that you are anything but the hottest and coolest person on the planet.

Before, it was pretty common for Stu to flirt with the girls at his parties, sometime he could even get kinda handsy. However, as soon as he finds out that you’re doubting yourself, he cuts it out quick. No one could be better than you and he feels bad that he even allowed you to think he could ever be interested in anyone else but you.

He enjoyed showing off but once he finds out your insecure he begins to flaunt the fact you’re his. Points out how many people wish could be him whenever he’s showing you off. He believes that if you see how many people want you but can’t have you, you’ll start to feel more confident.

Stu has always been very affectionate, which includes being physically affectionate. Don’t think that he would ever shy away from PDA either. You point out someone staring at him, jealous of you? Great, he’ll make sure to make out with you right in front of them to prove he’s off the market. Won’t hesitate to feel you up in front of people either cause he’s definitely a perverted little shit.

Lots of cuddling and compliments from him. Also enjoys spoiling you to show you just how much he loves you. Shopping sprees to find clothes you feel confident in become very common.

Jesse Cromeans

For you to not feel good enough for him insinuates the idea he has bad taste, and Jesse does not have bad taste. He will go to any length to prove that to you as well.

His favorite pet name for you is princess because to him you might as well be royalty. He wants you to know that your a treasure to him. Expect to be spoiled with the finest clothes, expensive jewelry, you’ll be living lavishly once your Jesse’s. He sees himself as your protector and provider, prides himself in that fact, so obviously you deserve nothing but the best there is.

Jesse understands what it’s like to be insecure, especially after what Gem did to his face, so he’s quick to shut down any negative comments. He knows how to say all the right things as well so you can expect plenty of messages from him that make you absolutely melt. This man can charm anyone, but he mainly focuses that charm on you.

Likes to dress you up in expensive lingerie and tell you how pretty you are before absolutely wrecking you. Jesse will make sure to praise you the entire time.

Feeling insecure about what his employees think of you? He’ll make you sit on his lap during his meetings just to show you off. If you’re blushing like crazy it just makes him feel more justified in caressing your body while his employees can do nothing but stare at the pretty little thing in his lap. Although, if they stare for to long they’ll no longer be an employee or alive.

Would most definitely fuck you in front of a mirror just to show you what he sees. Look at how pretty you are when he’s absolutely wrecking you, how could he not be in awe of you.

Asa Emory

Do you really think that you would be the most prized part of his collection if you weren’t the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. You’re his favorite pet, he keeps you in his home, in his bed, you don’t get to feel unworthy. Although, the fact you feel like you don’t deserve him would fuel his god complex.

If you’re having a hard time with your insecurities his rough touch will turn into gentle caressing. It’s a rare occasion so make sure to savor the moment.

He notices when you’re feeling upset. Asa knows that being away from you so much gives your mind more time to run rampant. So whenever he’s been away longer than normal he makes sure to indulge you a little bit, even if he is busy. Expect him to let you sit in his lap while he works on grading papers and assignments that he’s gotten behind on. Occasionally he’ll rub your back as you snuggle against his chest. He’s allowed to be soft sometimes to.

Admires everything about your body and he makes sure you know it. Gently caresses and kisses every part of you, especially the parts you’re insecure about.

Much like Jesse, mirror sex is 100% on the table. Asa would love nothing more than for you to see just how beautifully you fall apart because of his touch. He knows your body better than you do and never fails to get exactly the reaction he wants from you.

Domestic Asa Domestic Asa Domestic Asa. If you’re having an extra hard time with your insecurities he would definitely make you breakfast in bed. For just one day you’ll be allowed to call the shots. Or at least you’ll believe you’re the one calling the shots.

[statticscribbles]

Unmasked

Summary: ​​Felicia Hardy/Peter Parker; Felicia teams up with Harry to get Jonah off spiderman’s back; but Harry has alternate motives

“Harry are..” Harry knows Peter is still in his suit so he turns his back and pretends to be busy; Peter hasn't caught on, he also hasn't caught on the felicia’s identity but Harry pushes that to the side for now. While he knows they’d make a great couple he’s not sure if they’d be able to get past their super identities.

He doesn’t bother them; doesn’t expose them or leave hints; as much as he wants to; as much as he wants to shove it in their faces; scream from the top of buildings and leave messages everywhere to both of them. He doesn’t. He keeps his mouth shut; he’s a good friend and he’s not going to expose them until they’re ready.

“Harry. Right?” He knows Felicia doesn’t know he knows; so why she’s here as Black Cat, perched on his favorite armchair is anyone's guess.

As it turns out she’s pissed that Jonah is continuing to badmouth spiderman despite all the times he’s saved everyone. Harry isn’t sure what hsi vendetta against spiderman is; and Black Cat isn’t either. Harry reminds himself to call her Blakc Cat in his mind; he can’t slip up and call her by her actual name; not yet; not when he’s so close to finding out if she’s into Peter the way Harry knows Peter is into her.

“So you like spiderman?” Harry wiggles an eyebrow; he feels comfortable enough to question Black Cat without her clawing his face off; she even seems to tease him back which he considers an accomplishment.

“I have affection for him. More that you know.” She laughs a little and Harry scowls.

“You don’t mind my teasing; I like that about you Harry. You’re also good at keeping secrets.”

“I am? Who am I going to tell that we’re trying to prove Jonah’s a liar.”

“I meant about my identity. You could have told Spiderman; I’ve seen him coming in here once or twice.”

“Your identity?”

“Felicia hardy; but you already knew that; and judging by your face you know who spiderman is; you’ve known for a while; but you haven’t said anything to either of us.”

“I take care of my friends Felicia.”

“I know you do; which is why you’re doing this to… Peter?” Harry can see her eyes widen; she’s looking past him, Peter’s still in his suit; his mask pulled off because Harry isn’t looking at him. Harry would laugh at the irony; they both have their masks off; they’re both exposed; staring right at each other. He can tell by the still quiet Peter had heard most of their conversation; which was both of them trying to figure out the best way to take Jonah down.

“Oh this is fucking hilarious.” Harry laughs clapping as Felicia and Peter eye each other.

“Should I give you two a moment alone or will that result in death or sex? I don’t want my study messed up. So take whatever it is to one of your houses.”

“How the fuck did you know?” Peter glares and Harry laughs.

“How the fuck did both of you not?” Felicia and Peter look to the floor.

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[chronic-claire-universe]

Claire, my dear! You already have 1000 followers and that's amazing to see how fast your account grow🥰 all your works are amazing and I swear you deserve it! 🥰

anyways imma join another match up and here are the information!

name/age : marv/20 my

mbti : istp (i just found out i am istp by doing a lot of test) enneagram : 8w9

personality : rude, blunt, careless to everyone but not me (if it makes sense)

preference : i want a man that i can dominate but also still a challenge to dominate him, give me the boy please☺

favorite drinks: alcohol— whiskey and soju, non alcohol— iced coffee

my kinks : breeding (babytrapping as my fav), edging, praise

i want the nsfw ☺ and again, congrats Claire for another milestones! Keep your hardwork because I love all your works, my dear! my lovely moots! ☺💖

Let the girl Marv have the craziest man on the author universe! Welcome Marv sweetheart, I missed you hope you will enjoy the night in this brothel, we have tons of soju for you and...

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink, Babytrapping, Praise Kink, Yandere!Izana, Minors DNI, 18+.

Tokyo Revengers: Izana Kurokawa

Beware of him, lot of colleagues said as soon as Kurokawa Izana put his eyes on you, behind his violet hues lies a blameless desire to posses you, "Marv he's here again" your colleague says rolling her eyes, knowing who she's referring to you adjust your lacy clothes and go towards the blonde guy, "Marv" he says with his void eyes staring at you, Izana is a mad man you know it, but you can't help but be fascinated, under the crazy and violent attitude he hides true respect for you, "Hello king" you mockingly say while sitting on his lap and stealing his drink, "Bleah" you say poking your tongue out "You know I hate this" you say putting his cognac on the table, "Oh right, pretty girl prefers something sweet, go ahead take it" he says with a smile, "We're not gettin wasted tonight" you warn him, "But you love to be wasted under me" he says with a smirk, coming back with your bottle of soju you pour a drink for him too, "Then cheers, king" you say staring to his eyes, "Cheers" he repeat with his weird silence, "So- how's been everything?" you say gulping an entire glass "Calm down, don't want you throw up on me" he says taking your glass and avoiding your question he kisses you, hsi plump lips bring you in earth 9 that is until a shout distract from your make out, "She's mine" a drunk man says trying to take you, "Are you a fool or what?" Izana says "Do you recognize this uniform right?" he says annoyingly looking into the man but what he receives is a spit on his cheek, tension grow in the air and Izana cleaning his face take him by the neck, "What? Are you going to take her from me?" the walking dead man says reffering to something unknown to you, "So what? Ah now I remember you, you better go before I fuck the bullet my subordinate promised you last time" he says with a smile, no more words are needed the man feels the tension on his neck and lumping he says "Got it got it, but next time you're not going to be here is when I'll be ready" he says lookin at you and givin you a kiss. Izana snaps to the gesture and takin you by your hand, he searches for a secluded place in the place, "Are you hurt?" he says looking deeply at you cleaning your cheek from your kiss, "I am, king don't worry" you flash a smile that's how Izana takes you then and there and says "You're mine right?" you nodd try to deepen the kiss, "Answer" he says with more intensity "I'm yours Izana" you say but Izana on the verge of a nervous breakdown takes you in a hug and you can't help but wash him in kisses, he is ethereal under you, he's gaze worried under you, "Don't worry Izana, I'll be forever yours" you say while climbing his lap and leaving all his clothes, you admire his body and before you can do something else he takes the lead and start to roam his fingers in your panties feeling all your liquids flowing in there, "So wet for me" he praises and guiding his hand, he slips his fingers inside you making you moan. Izana is insane and you know it, but something about his insistence on hearing you say that you're his exclusivity should warn you about his real intentions, but you don't care about it, Izana is the only one who can makes you feel pure bliss. "Oh fuck" you say snapping from your thoughts suddenly feeling his cock prodding at your entrance, "Please, I need you" he says with doe eyes but you know he doesn't need you, he wants you, that's why you nodd and make him take the lead, "Oh fuck" he groans feeling your tight pussy clamping on him, "You're mine, pretty pussy is all mine" he says in his delirium, Izana wants you, all of you, from your pussy to your mind and no one can share you with him, "No more work here" "I'm going to take care of you everyday" he says in his delirium and you nodd but before he pick up his thrust you block him and say "Zana slow down, don't want you to coming inside" you say trying to take the lead and block his neediness of you, but it's a matter of minutes where he resume the control over your body, "Shhh pretty, I know you love this cock, take it it's all for you" he says while caressing your cheek and kissing

you "Can you feel how hard it is? It's you that make me like this, I can't live without you", Izana lurks his praise inside your mind confusing you and as soon as he feels your walls clamps down on him his sensless thrust make you shout his name making him feel proud. Enjoy the serenity of this intense moment Izana moans your name and come undone, shooting hot spurts of his cum, your mind feel addicted to the load suck everything greedily and before you understand what happened you start to punch his chest, "Stupid, fuckin asshole! I told you!" you say in between sobs, "Shhh I'm going to take care of you" he says putting a stray hair behind your ear, "You mean it?" you say with doe eyes, "Of course, pretty! I love you" he says taking your hips in his grip and feeling his cock growing again you start to bounce on him, "We're not finished" you say keep on moving and thinking that it couldn't be so bad to have family with Izana.

[magalidragon]

Jonerys + 9 , 12

Hi hi!! So I already did #9, but #12 is perfect to bring back the silent shadow beans! Enjoy!

12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep

It was silent. It was always silent.

Jon lay on his side, staring at the alarm clock, unable to sleep.  He wasn't sure why tonight he was wide awake.  It might have been the full moon, the brightness of it streaming in through the skylights above their bed.  He frowned, eyes narrowed on the damn thing, reminding him it was two in the morning and he should be asleep. He glanced over his shoulder, to see if Dany was also afflicted by this strange bout of insomnia, but she was fast asleep, clutching her pillow.  He shifted, sitting up slightly against the headboard, scanning the bedroom.  It was summer and there was no fire in the grate, but the wolves were passed out in front of it, a blur of black and gray in their beds.  He tossed back the covers, climbing out and padded from the room.  He scratched his hair, sending it flying out in all directions, and peeked in on the girls.  They were asleep too. Maybe he needed a drink. Dany always swore by some sort of tea.  He went downstairs, not realizing until he turned from the cupboard that Ghost was with him.  He signed to him.  "Hello my shadow." Ghost said nothing, turning and following him into his study when he decided that he didn't want any tea.  He sat at the desk, fussing with some papers, thinking maybe he'd bore himself to sleep by reading up on the sanctuary's accounts.  Except even that was not going to do it.  He frowned at Ghost, slumping his chair, signing for no particular reason even though the wolf couldn't tell what he was saying.  "What is wrong with me?  It's not like anything is happening tomorrow." He leaned over the desk, tugging a book to him on the eating habits of the Dothraki Sea wolf.  He propped his head on his hand and started to read, sighing after a while.  It was truly boring, but at least it was interesting.  To him.  He rubbed his face and moved to set it aside when a soft touch on his shoulder startled him sideways.  He blinked, staring at Dany, who was in one of his t-shirts, her eyes heavy from sleep, her silver curls in a rat's nest around her head.  "Couldn't sleep?" she signed. He shrugged.  "I don't know why." She crawled up into his lap, lips pressing to hsi pulse, humming so he could feel it.  "Hmmm." Honestly, he couldn't remember if there was anything on the calendar tomorrow that subconsciously might bother him.  These days even "those days" where he used to mourn something or otherwise just sulk off about it, he didn't think of them much.  Perhaps he'd just had too much coffee today.  He'd only had six cups. Nah that couldn't be it. He shrugged and signed.  "Let's go to bed." Getting up, he flicked off the light, and patted his thigh for Ghost to follow.  She led him upstairs and into the bedroom, crawling back onto the bed.  She relaxed back against the pillows and wiggled her eyebrows, signing:  "I think I know of a way we can make you sleepy." He arched an eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder.  The girls were fast asleep....he nodded to Ghost and snapped his fingers, Shadow popping up when Ghost nudged the wolf, clearly irked.  "Out," he said, actually speaking.  "For now." Ghost swatted his knee with his tail, showing his displeasure at being forced from the room.  Shadow bounced out, licking his hand and nipping after Ghost, probably off to climb into Alysanne's bed.   An hour or so later, finally a bit sleepy after Dany blew his mind and he hers, his eyes drooping shut, he felt Dany move over his shoulder.  She lightly stroked his cheek and kissed his temple, her fingers folding into the sign over his heart.   I love you always. He smiled, burying his face into the pillow and drifted off.

[xf4iryx]

Okay okay

For any couple:

4, 8, 10, 15, 21

and for Xiani and Griffin specifically :D

16, 35, 40, and 57 :)

Dearest Potato, of course! In advance I must say I am completely unhappy with Ainsley's name and will change it even though I have not a clue to what.

4, 8 for Ainsley and Thomas from Ghost Files

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Okay, so straight up, none of these two need protection. They're both trained soldiers. Yet Thomas is quite protective of his wife, a bit more than she is over him. In his eyes she needs protection due to her reckless behavior.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

If Ainsley gets sick she tries to hide it. Tommy notices straight away and takes care of her by making sure she takes it easy. If she is too sick he'll make sure she either stays in bed or on the couch in the small office. He brings her tea and meds and hugs her even if he knows that he will most likely get sick too.

If Tommy is sick his wife forces him to stay in bed, hugging him and taking care of him. He'll pull her close even if he knows the risks.

10, 15, 21 for Anthea and James from Ghost Files

10. Describe their first date.

James asked hsi brother Tommy for advice but Tommy's and his wife's first date was quite funny and insane. So James took Anthea to a nice café.

15. Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

They do. It's their ritual. He says it first and kisses her before she replies.

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

James would beat anyone up. Anthea would patch him up and chastise him.

16, 35, 40, and 57 for Xiani and Griffin from Ballad of Empires

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

These two could stay up for nights, talking about everything. It could also be just Griffin talking to Xiani while she rests in his arms but is awake.

35. Who's more artistic?

Griffin is more artistic without question. He's a better drawer than she is. Xia is good at flower binding and embroidery - although she is not the best her work is lovely to see - even if she would never tell anyone that.

40. Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

Xiani is the one who's more often hungry but that can also be because she rarely eats while being with the companions on their warpath. Griffin is the one who has an insatiable appetite. Xiani makes sure to always pack extra for him or give him parts of her ration if not her full ration (something he is not aware of until later in the book).

57. Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

They'd both be disciplined at the beginning but when it gets too full in the store for Xiani's liking she'll either cling to the shopping cart, Griffin's arms or tossing stuff into the cart to keep herself calm. Griffin is always focused and knows what they need.

[asked by @writingpotato07]

[leossmoonn]

could i please request a stefan fluff where the reader is like spanish or smth, but she speaks ij english with everyone. and her and stefan are dating. so one day she gets upset over smth so she starts ranting in spanish and stefan can't understand a thing. and he's like "oh- ok-" even though he didn't understand anything. if not thats ok! have a nice day!!

have a nice day too <33

masterlist

pairing - stefan salvatore x spanish speaking, fem!reader

type - fluff, angst

note - i put the reader as a spanish speaker and not just spanish, so it could be more inclusive :). and i'm so sorry that this is so bad. i couldn't come up with a better plot like i wanted to, but i hope you enjoy anyways!

warnings / includes - language, kissing, food and alcohol mention, cute couple stuff, you getting upset (duh), kissing, stefan trying to be supportive but also being really confused lol. you all are like in your late 20s for this lol. for those who aren't spanish speakers, i will put translations in little text under each sentence/paragraph

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"Sí. Bueno, lo retomaré más tarde. Gracias," you hung up the phone, setting it down with a smile on your face.

["Yes. Okay, I will pick it up later. Thank you."]

"Hey, who was that?" Stefan come over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"That was Lucas's friend. He was able to get the cake and the cupcakes made early!" You squealed, jumping up and down in his arms.

"Oh, that's awesome! Looks like Caroline won't be bugging you anymore," Stefan chuckled.

"Oh, I know. Man, am I happy to finally get this party planning over with," you sighed, turning around and leaning against the counter.

You smiled as you came face-to-face with your boyfriend. You hung your arms around his neck lazily, twirling the hair on the nape of his neck with your first fingers.

"Tired?" Stefan raised a brow, settings hands on your hips.

"Exhausted. And to think the actual party is tonight," you chuckled. "Well, that's the easiest part, right?" Stefan asked.

"Yeah, watching over twenty-to-twenty five eleven years olds is easy," you rolled your eyes.

"You'll have help. Caroline, me, Bonnie, Ric, Elena, Matt. Even Damon has volunteered to watch them!"

"Or lure them in a back corner and fed on them," you scoffed. "Hey, Damon's a lot of things, but he is not a child-blood-sucker," Stefan defended.

"Awe, you're defending him. How cute," you booped his nose.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. We are goals. Or whatever the kids are saying these days."

You giggled at his words, turning back around as you heard the front door open. You looked to see Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena carrying the twins, a bunch of presents, and at least five boxes of pizza.

"Damn. I wish you guys bought me this many presents!" You exclaimed.

"Oh, shut up. We give you a bottle of champagne and you're already over the moon," Elena snickered.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a simple gal," you grinned.

"Hey, Stef, can you help, please? Put these next to the window sill," Bonnie ordered as she was carrying most of the presents.

"Yeah, of course," Stefan nodded. He ran over to her with his vampire speed, picking up the presents at lightening speed and laying them out in towers.

"Thank you," Bonnie sighed. "Yeah, no problem. Hey, why didn't you just use your magic to carry them in?" Stefan asked.

"I need to save my energy for the kids," Bonnie explained.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. I didn't know we were letting the world know our secret," you frowned.

"We aren't! They're just a bunch of kids. Plus, we can just compel them to forget. Josie and Lizzie really want to show them tricks, too," Caroline bounced the twins in her arms.

You looked to the two girls who were giggling and smiling. You sighed, "Fine. Anyways, guess who was able to get the cake and the cupcakes."

"Oh, my God! You?" Caroline gasped. "Yep. Call me Santa Claus 'cause I just delivered!" You grinned.

Elena, Bonnie, and Stefan cringed at your joke.

"Not your best work, Y/n," Elena shook her head.

"What! Hey, that was pretty good," you frowned. "You'll get 'em next time, babe," Stefan smiled, going over to you and patting you on the back.

"Okay, you guys are just jealous because you're not as funny as me," you scoffed.

"Oh, yeah, we're jealous all right," Bonnie smirked.

You opened your mouth to retort back, but your phone started ringing. You looked at the Caller ID, seeing that it was your brother, Lucas. You gave them all a death glare, picking up your phone and going into the other room.

"Hey, amigo, what's up?" You asked.

"Uh, bad news, chica," Lucas sighed. "Oh?" You raised a brow.

"Yeah, turns out that Darryl can't make the cake or the cupcakes today."

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you thought of what to say.

"Y/n? Please say something," Luca begged.

You turned your head, your face screwing up in guilt and anger as you saw Lizzie and Josie playing with Bonnie and Stefan. You turned back and focused on the conversation you were having with you very trusting brother.

"¿Qué quiere decir Darryl no puede hacer el pastel o cupcakes?"

[What do you mean darryl can't make the cake or cupcakes?"]

"I mean that he can't make them. Do I need to explain to you what those words mean? And why are you speaking in Spanish? Afraid someone will —"

"En realidad, lo soy, Lucas. Dios, eres tan poco confiable. ¡Y ese amigo tuyo! Espera, ¿podría recuperar mi dinero?"

["Actually, I am, Lucas. God, you are so unreliable. And that friend of yours! Wait, am I going to be able to get my money back?"]

"Um… probably not. But it's okay, I'll pay you back!"

"Ah, ¿cuándo? ¿Después de sacar dinero del fondo universitario de su hijo? ¿O se lo van a pedir a mamá y papá esta vez?"

["Oh, when? After you take out money from your child's college fund? Or are you going to ask mom and dad for it this time?"]

"Hey, don't blame me! Blame Darryl. All I did was hook you up with him!"

"Y probablemente sabías que era un gilipollas mentiroso y que robaba dinero. Llámame de vuelta cuando seas capaz de no mentirme, ¿sí?"

["And you probably knew that he was a lying, money-stealing asshole. Call me back when you're able to not lie to me, yeah?"]

"Wait, Y/n, I-"

You hung up the phone, throwing it on the chair next to you. You groaned quietly, the bridge of your nose burning as tears welled up in your eyes.

"¿Cómo puedes ser tan estúpido, Y/n? Confiando en él después de todo lo demás que ha hecho. Estúpido, estúpido, estúpido!"

["How can you be so stupid, Y/n? Trusting him after everything else he's done. Stupid, stupid, stupid!"]

Stefan, who was throwing up Lizzie and Josie in the air, heard your mutters in the other room. He frowned and put the girls down, promising them that he would be back in a second after checking up on you. He walked into the next room slowly, putting his arm around you lightly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

You jumped at his voice and touch, sniffling and wiping the tears from your face. "Y-Yeah. Just some um, family stuff."

"Want to talk about it?" Stefan asked.

You sighed, turning around to him. His hand intertwined with yours, squeezing it for support.

"It's just… Lucas. He's just so… jodidamente molesto," you sighed. "Él simplemente no piensa en otras personas y las consecuencias. Quiero decir, trata de ayudar, lo que es agradable, pero siempre termina por pagar dinero a la gente, o termina por tener un ojo negro."

[“He is just so… fucking annoying. He just doesn't think about other people and the consequences. I mean, he tries to help, which is nice, but he always either ends up owing people money, or ends up having a black eye.”]

"O-Oh, yeah," Stefan nodded, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand. But you were speaking so fast and with so much anger, he barely picked up a word.

"Y como su hermana mayor, sé que probablemente se supone que voy fácil con él, pero es un hombre crecido. ¡Debe saber estas cosas! Ugh, sabía que debería haber ordenado a ellos como, Target o algo, pero el amigo de su “aparentemente” es capaz de hacer diseños realmente lindos y hacer arte fondant en tiempo récord, así que tomé mis mis oportunidades. ¿Y adivina dónde estoy ahora?"

[“And as his older sister, I know I'm probably supposed to go easy on him, but he's a grown man. He should know these things! Ugh, I knew I should've just ordered them from like, Target or something, but hsi friend "apparently" is able to do really cute designs and make fondant art in record time, so I took my chances. And guess where I am now?”]

"Right, right. Wow, I'm sorry, babe, I —"

"Ciento cincuenta dólares cortos con dos niñas que van a estar tristes cuando no consiguen su pastel de sirena barbie y cupcakes con temática de Minecraft. ¡Argh!"

["One hundred and fifty dollars short with two little girls who are going to be sad when they don't get their Barbie Mermaid cake and Minecraft-themed cupcakes. Argh!"]

You stopped your rant when you noticed Stefan looked at you with a confused expression on his face. You thought for a moment to yourself, beginning to laugh at yourself as you realised you were speaking in Spanish.

"I'm sorry, Stef. I didn't realise you couldn't understand me."

He smiled and shrugged. "No worries. At least you were able to get it all out, right?"

"A little. When I punch Lucas, I'll be able to get it all out," you grinned.

"That's my girl."

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A villain is always a villain.

LISTEN. THERE IS SO MANY TRIGGER ON THIS THERE IS NO HAPPY ENDING OR NO FLUFF I SWEAR IS PURE ROTTEN ANGST DONT READ IT.

"I'm sorry sir. But even with your quirk, your wife would suffer immense pain over the procedure and die on the bed.... and... my sincerity apologizes... but she's got only one week."

He couldn't exactly describe what he felt when those words from the doctor left his mouth and arrived to his ears. He didn't had even know when he had overhauled his gloves and the chair he was in making him fall on the ground and come back to his senses...

Everything... was falling apart. If he was only fast enough to get the symptoms appearing... he could have prevented, it would have caused you an huge amount of pain but at least you would've have survived.

Why hadn't he noticed it?

Because he was living his dream.

Because you two married. Had beautiful moments together... and just about one year and a half ago had a son. A health kid.

He was happy. He even talked about it with Pops, and the old man suggested for him to leave the Hassaikai for a while to raise his kid on a peaceful environment, but he refused. Knowing Pops hadn't had any contact with that good for nothing daughter of his neither the possible granddaughter he had. So he could give the man some of his immensely gratitude towards him.

But suddenly... everything was falling apart.

First it was the frequent coughing, even your baby was worried but soon you waved them off saying it was just a cold. Chisaki fooled himself on believing on that.

After all he was so happy.

Then, your voice started to change to a more forced and rough one. He started to worry but no, no... his perfect wife, such a angel, couldn't be on any danger... it was just a flu. He would take care of her.

Despite having germophobia, his love for you was just as strong. He wore masks and gloves, sure, but he still was willing to spend time on the same room and give you the comfort you needed.

Then it happened... one day on his office... he heard the coughing fit and suddenly a loud crying from hsi son made him storm out of his office to find you on the ground, a paper close to your hand covered in blood.

He never drove so fast on his life to the hospital.

And now... there he was, staring at the ground as he clinched on his wife's weak hand on the bed with the machines attached to her. His son, as innocent as ever was playing with his mother fingers.

The chemotherapy wasn't enough. The quirks from teh doctors couldn't help her, he couldn't help her...

The nurses came in and told that visit time was over... he had to drag his sobbing and crying two years old out of the room.

His tears were falling as well, but he had to be strong. He had to be the oen who had to be a pillar for his own child.

Pops had to be the oen explaining to Kan the situation and why his father seemed so sad and distant. The kid entered his office at night, sniffling and looking at his father's eyes with his (E/c).

Kan cried himself to sleep on his father chest, and Kai didn't mind it the snot or tears on his messed up black dress shirt. The documents on his desk were soaked with his own tears anyway.

"You're making a big deal about this." Your weak voice interrupted his memories and he scowled at your weak serene expression and smile.

"Dont. Not with this." He murmured as he watched his son give his painting to his mom... he wiped your tears away as you hugged your Kan, kissing his dark brow hair as the little boy murmured his love for you.

At the next day at the evening you let out your last breath and he cried and screamed on the bed until his voice was gone.

.

.

.

"You have to sleep boss." He heard Chrono as he blinked, the bags under his eyes were huge as he sighed.

"I can't. I need to go after those debtors of the drugs and then take care of Kan. He hadn't been eating very well since..." he couldn't help but almost choke up at remembering.

"... how about this? I go after them? Spend time with my favorite nephew."

"... you have some of my gratitude Chronostasis. Dont let the old man know about this, he would never stop talking about it. We need the money and the respect we need."

"Got it."

"And dont call my son your nephew. Is disgusting." He spoke while exiting the office as Kurono snorted.

"I am his godfather though."

He sighed as he hot upstairs and found Kan with equal sad and depressed eyes as his starting at a frame he held with his tiny fingers.

"Kan." The kid gasped and put the frame back and bowed to his father with a sniffle "... come on. I guess, both of us could use some rest."

Kan simply nodded and followed his father but was surprised to see Kai picked him up and brought him to sleep by his side.

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.

.

He felt something stiring on his side and saw his son leaving the bed.

"Bathroom." Kan muttered as Kai nodded and got up only to stop at hearing "No da. I go, you sleep."

This kid reminded him so much of you with this goddamn kindness.

He waited a few minutes until he got up and followed the kid, enough to not make a appearance and give his son some confidence but he still had only two years.

... or maybe he just didn't felt like leaving his son alone.

But just as he entered the hall he felt something hitting the back of his head hard enough to make him fall face plant on the ground.

"Restrains his hands! His quirk can kill you with one finger of his on your skin!" He heard a voice and immeditaly recognize one of the debtors, and also someone caging his hands on a manner he couldn't even move them.

Must be some sort of dicease.

"Now, mister sucessor." A man with a missed tooth crouched down to his level and grabbed his hair to lift his head to his eye level "We could use some of negotiating eh?"

He only glared at the man before he muffled his scream of pain when the guy slammed his face on the floor hard enough to make a bruise.

"Cooperate with us and then we will get out of here. You give the drugs and leave us with our money with a bit of yours, and no one gets hurt."

"Go.. to hell-ARGH-!" Something pierced his abdomen hard enough to blood to spill and land on the floor.

This had to happened when Chrono had to get all the guards to collect cash and Pops on a damn convention, of course.

"Wrong answer yakuza. I'm gonna make it simple for ya, where is the money you all have?"

"If you think I will give you information..." he hissed at the knife piercing more "Then you must be just as dumb as your parents on the thought of making you, you sick bastard."

His head was slammed on the ground and it was enough to break his nose... just as the guy was about to slam it again a sound of a door creaking open made his eyes snap wide open and look at the figurine with equal wide eyes and clutching the door at seeing his father layed on the ground.

"K-K..Kan...." he eyed his son in fear as sweat and hives started to appear on his skin.

"Daddy?" Kan muttered in fear and the man was smilling widely at the sign.

"Oh? He is your daddy?" Kai started to throw his body around and tried to move but only could scream at his son to run but it was to late since the guy grabbed the boy by his nape. "My, those eyes you have.. are they from your mother?"

Kan trembled as Kai shouted profanities at the man as his helper held him down.

"..Hm. I heard that your wife died man.. rough. Being a single dad and the future owner of this big hellhole you got here." The man made two of his finger fuse and form into a sharp kinda like knife and cut the cheek of the boy, making the boy flinch and whimper.

"LEAVE MY SON OUT OF THIS. DONT TOUCH HIM WITH YOUR DIRTY AND INFECTED HANDS!"

"Then let's make a deal?" He holded the kid down and aproached the object to the boy's throat. "The life of the son of the woman you loved is more worth than some couple of cash eh?" He chuckled darkly.

He was about to agree until Chrono opened the door with the eight precepts and saw the scene.

"Fuck-"

"KAN GET DOWN!" Kai manage to shout at his son the house was filled with shooting and the eight precepts attacking the subbordinates of the debtor who had held his son captive.

Chrono shot the guy who was holding him down and he quickly activated his quirk to kill the man and get up only to his eyes to widen at seeing his son being dragged down by the debtor and some other muscular guy as the kid screamed for him and kicked his legs to try to get away.

He ran out and was about to slam his hand his hand on the ground without any gloves until he heard the shout to stop and his eyes widen at seeing the man holding a grenade up and his son caged on his arm.

"PAPA!"

"One more movement and your kid gets turned into pieces along with us OVERHAUL!"

He panted in desperation and raised his hand up.

"G... Give my son back." The man laughed as his sunglasses, in the middle of the night using sunglasses what a idiot, fell down.

"LOOK AT THE DESPERATION IN YOUR TONE OVERHAUL! IS PRICELESS!"

The sound of his laughter dissapeared when all four them heard sirens and sounds of heroes coming.

"Boss, I prefer to die than to go to jail." The muscular man mumbled as the debtor gave a little sick giggle before tilting his head at Chidaki, looking him dead in the eyes as he hugged Kan close to his chest and pulled the trigger of the grenade.

"See ya in hell, Overhaul."

"KAN-!" He shouted and ran but teh explosion made him his body slam back on the house, losing his conciousness and hearing only the buzz on his ears and the sound of.. Pops? Kurono? Calling his name as he blacked out.

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He woke up with a groan and immeditaly put his hand on his face, feeling a nasty scar but then repairing it but soon widening his eyes.

"KAN!" He screamed and burst out of the room only to be found at the hospital he was starting to hyperventilate until he felt a old and familiar hand grab his shoulder.

"Kai you-"

"WHERE IS HE?!" He grabbed the man's shoulders as tears fell from hsi golden eyes "WHERE IS MY SON?!"

"Chisaki please-" the moment the elder went to speak Kai eyes dropped on a a gurney, small with a sick person dragging her to the morgue... with a tag wrapped around her wrist that looked like a child's... written his son's name on it.

"No... No. no no nO NO NO THAT IS MY SON YOU FUCKING IDIOT DONT!" he was about to kill the poor nurse until Pops grabbed onto him and made him calm down by force as the man howled like a terrible and horrendous beast.

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"Kai... stop with this. We dont deal with drugs."

"Chisaki we have rules to follow. That's not how we work around here."

"Have you lost your humanity?"

... yes.

Yes he did lost it. The moment his wife and son were taken away from him...

He wasn't a human anymore.

He had one goal now, and he would make it real.

Even if it meant the yakusa, the heroes, Eri... everyone suffered just as much as he had.