#and he was able to hold onto that strength and hope bc he had the plushie

[swarvey]

Can you do bachelor hcs where farmer is like super hurt? Like blood gushing from their abdomen or smth?? Like basically life threatening

when they think you're not going to make it | sdv bachelors x gn!reader

summary -> how some of the boys react to seeing you come out of the mines unconscious with nearly fatal wounds. warnings -> blood and injuries, panic attacks, harsh language

a/n: basically a more severe version of this series lol, i hope you enjoy!!! <3 alex's is probs the longest bc i was inspired heh, i started with alex and shane, but lmk if y'all want more!

alex

feels like his throat is closing in on itself when he sees you all beaten up in harvey's clinic

harvey has to yell at linus to get him out of the room when he keeps trying to reach you

completely panics at the thought of losing you

he just doesn't want to be alone again

it was no secret alex hated hospitals, and harvey's small clinic was no exception. he always tried to leave his appointments with the doctor as soon as he could, and although he would accompany you to yours, he preferred to stand outside until you finished. everything about the environment was too much for him, too painful.

so when linus — the local homeless guy he never really cared to talk to — caught him on the street and practically begged him to go to the clinic, he wasn't entirely convinced. only when your name slipped off his tongue did his eyes widen, his feet moving before his mind could catch up.

alex hated hospitals, and now he had a reason to hate them even more.

"y/n?"

his voice was barely audible as the world around him began to fade, only focusing on your paled face and the blood-soaked bandage wrapped around your torso. his breath got stuck in his chest, and an all too familiar feeling began to swarm him —images of his poor mother laying in a cold hospital bed, monitors beeping rapidly as the doctors failed to save her.

not again. please, not again.

"get him out of here!" harvey demanded, pushing him away from your body. alex blinked, realizing he'd moved past the doctor and was desperately trying to hold onto you. "alex, you have to step away, or else i won't be able to help them."

"stop it, they need me! let me go," he loudly protested. he knew it was childish; he knew he sounded like the same kid he was all those years ago, begging to see his mom one last time, but he didn't care. this was you, and he couldn't lose you. he couldn't lose anyone else.

despite his efforts, alex was swiftly dragged away by linus's unexpected strength. before he knew it, he was standing outside the clinic in the cool evening air, chest heaving as he tried to breathe.

"take some deep breaths," the older man said, somehow sounding level-headed. "it'll be okay."

"the fuck do you know?" alex snapped, voice wavering. "you don't know anything about what it's like, do you? what it's like to lose someone? to watch someone die?" his voice hitched, tears beginning to well in his eyes before spilling down his cheeks. "i can't do this. i-i can't do this again, not again, not after last time — i can't—"

"hey." strong hands planted themselves on his shoulders, and his panicked gaze met linus's kind eyes. "this isn't the first time i've dragged people out of the mines, alright? trust me, i've seen worse. they'll be okay."

"you don't know that," alex replied weakly. "they might not make it."

"they're strong, you know that."

"she was strong, too. my mom was the strongest person on this planet." more tears blurred his vision. "look where she ended up."

linus sighed, dropping his arms. "she was," he agreed, and alex looked up in surprise, "but this is different, alex."

"how do you—"

"alex." he turned, meeting harvey's exhausted smile. "you can come in now." alex nodded, wiping his face with his sleeve and giving linus a a grateful look before walking in.

your face was still pale and you weren't awake, but it was clear you were much better than before. a new, clean bandage covered your abdomen, and an iv was attached to your arm.

alex let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "so, they'll be okay?" he asked, sitting on the chair beside you.

"yes, with some recovery, of course," harvey said, sounding just as relieved as alex felt. "though, i would strongly advise not letting them go to the mines for a while. an injury like this won't heal quicky, and it will likely scar. please talk to them after they wake."

"got it, doc. seriously, thank you so much." with another smile and a nod, harvey walked to another part of the clinic, leaving alex alone with you. he kept repeating the doctor's words in his head as he grabbed your limp hand, watching your chest fall up and down with each breath. "you'll be okay," he whispered, though it wasn't you he was trying to convince.

as alex drifted off to sleep next to you, he silently reminded himself to stop by linus's tent the following morning.

shane

he usually acts pissed at you whenever you get hurt, but it's only bc he knows you can handle yourself

usually you can, anyway, which is why he's worried when you don't come home when you said you would

he's quick to leave the house and immediately starts looking for you (tries to convince himself you're just running late)

in complete shock when he sees you in dr. harvey's arms as he rushes into the clinic with maru beside him

shane glanced at the clock for the fifth time in the last minute, frown deepening when you still didn't appear in the doorway. he could practically hear you chastising him for being too dramatic, but he didn't care — you'd never been this late before, and a tugging feeling in his gut told him there was something wrong.

swearing under his breath, he threw on his jacket and left the farm, telling himself that you probably just got caught up at the saloon, or maybe you stopped by the community center. then again, you had mentioned you wanted to get back into fishing—

"maru, get the door!"

a cold wave washed over shane's entire body, making him halt mid-step.

all he could focus on was your bloodied face hanging from harvey's arms as he rushed you into the clinic, maru hot on his tail.

for a second, time seemed to stop.

then, he was sprinting to catch the door and run in after them, panicked words spewing from his mouth before he could even process his thoughts.

"what the— what the fuck happened? where did you even—? are they going to be okay, oh shit, are they gonna wake up—"

"shane," harvey gritted out through his teeth, "you need to leave, now."

immediately, shane stood his ground, jaw clenched. "i'm not fuckin' going anywhere, not 'til they're awake."

"shane," the doctor repeated in a softer tone, eyes pleading with him, "i can't work on them with you in the room. this wound is deep — i need to operate, and you can't be here."

"please," maru added quietly, looking more distressed than shane had ever seen the typically laidback girl. "th-they might not make it."

harvey gave her a look, but didn't deny her words. shane felt his stomach drop.

then, wordlessly, he turned and slammed open the door into the waiting room, forcing himself into a seat as he bit back panicked tears. maru's words kept playing back in his head like a broken record, and suddenly, shane realized he might have to face a terrifying world without you in it.

"fuck," he cursed, letting his head fall into his hands to hide the hot tears streaming down his face. at first, he thought he was angry — he always told you to be careful, that you shouldn't be running around so damn carelessly all the time, you're not fuckin' invincible. you never listened, of course, always spewing something stupid about doing what's best for everyone. after hearing that phrase more than a handful of times, shane thought it was pretty reasonable for him to be a little pissed.

in that moment, though, who the hell was he kidding? he was nowhere near pissed; he was scared.

you couldn't die, not yet — not when he just got better, not when he still had so much left to say to you. the thought of never being able to see your smile again made him nauseous, and he wished he could rewind back to the morning so he could tug you back into bed with him. stay, he would say. you're not leaving my side today, alright?

he knew it wouldn't have worked. he would still try, though.

shane didn't realize how long he stayed in the same position until the waiting room doors creaked open, his head shooting up at the sound. harvey greeted him with a nod, which he returned stiffly as he stood up.

"d-did everything go okay?" he asked, swallowing in an attempt to soothe his rough voice. "are they—?"

"they're fine," harvey replied, a small smile upturning his lips at the sound of shane's relieved swears.

"thank fuck, i don't know what i would've— it doesn't matter, can i come in?" he barely waited for a response before slipping past the doctor and finding your bed.

he caught maru on her way out, giving her another nod. she smiled, wider than harvey's, before making her way to the other room.

shane hesitantly grabbed your hand as he sat down in the chair beside you, scared he might break you if he held you too roughly. when you didn't stir, he laced his fingers with yours and held them to his forehead, pressing a firm kiss to the back of your hand.

"you scared the shit out of me," he sighed, shaking his head. "god, i don't know what i would've done if you— if i couldn't—" he couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence, resorting to giving your hand another kiss. "you better wake up, you hear me? i'll fuckin' kill you if you don't." he half expected you to answer. he could hear your voice in his head telling him to stop acting so tough, that you could see right through him.

instead, the sound of your steady breaths filled the room, and even then, shane felt like that was your way of telling him everything would be okay.

[bibibbon]

Hello another art to prove my point, I hope

Mr sexyman

The biggest possum

His big victory here is handed to him. And it's odd how no one talks about Izu. "Duh izu is not the center of the universe" ok, fair. He isn't. But Izu is the reason for why overhaul is defeated and shig managed to get revenge (it's not for Magne, it's for his ego) here where I find odd....

They didnt saw Izu fighting a overhaul as if is a boss fight? No one saw shit? And even if there a valid excuse as "oh they didn't saw the fight bc X" ok fine....and the rest?

Ochako was there, she saw...and what Izu get is.... nothing!

Look not saying Ochako owns him anything. She doesn't. And the tiring idea "izu gets no bitches" is annoying. Making girls date Izu wouldn't change a damn thing ...but is too much to imagine after such boss fight ...his "friends" would be more appreciate of him?

Ofc. This is MHA write by hori. Fuck you Izu.

What makes me go 😬 is how Iida looked down on Izu and called him criminal.

(Yes, the house arrest happened before the overhaul arc just to clarify here)

But what Izu got after is nothing.

We had nigheye dying and still holding on his beliefs. Am did nothing.

Mirio does nothing bc he doesn't know and never will.

And again, heroes should work to help and not to get fame but why the whole shit "hero can't get fame" applies only to Izu...when all the others heroes do get fame and still do their jobs ?

Back to the image. Overhaul was defeated by Izu and shig got his revenge (for his ego) and that's it....we lost a great villain for absolutely nothing.

And Shig does nothing to this.

Shiga doesn't even mention Izu's fight

He is a husk

Izu is underveloped and underappreciated to insane degree.

And all of that...for absolutely nothing.

This manga does piss me off sometimes.

Hi @mikeellee 👋

The overhaul arc had some solid ideas but I do wish that the execution was better.

The arc is supposed to be a big first step for both izuku and shigaraki. There is clear symbolism of this. This is the first dark and proper arc for mha.

The overhaul arc is also the first arc where there is a clear loss for the heroes. In the end we see two hero deaths in this arc and the fact that they weren't able to successfully capture and stop the villains. The arc also seemed like it would end with them NOT being able to save Eri which would of been a worse loss for them.

This is all symbolic as we see all mights retirement and reign of peace end and an era of uncertainty and imbalance begins. We see straight from the beginning how this is negatively effecting the heroes.

Izuku is urged to step up to his role to use the image that he created for himself in the sports festival and develop it even further. We see Izuku's heroism and what he stands for up close in this arc and it's futher emphasised as its contrasted by mirio's own heroism.

Izuku and mirio are supposed to be contrasts in this arc.

Overhaul and shigaraki are also supposed to be contrasts in this arc.

Izuku and shigaraki are also supposed to be contrasts but these are contrasts that don't heavily interact this arc. I actually don't mind them not having major interactions in this arc but I do think there needed to be minor ones at least shigaraki and izuku acknowledging one another in this arc.

This can be done with izuku making small connections between eri and shigaraki. This can also be done with shigaraki acknowledging izuku's strengths and maybe thinking of recruiting izuku onto his ranks.

Izuku actually does receive some acknowledgement in this arc of how smooth his take down of overhaul is and this is done by nejire. However, the way izuku seems to receive rewards and praise within the series seems idk lacking and somewhat hidden (while yes this is supposed to be a point) I do think that a lot of his efforts usually go unnoticed specifically by those close to him.

Ultimately the arc fails in properly convincing me that both izuku and shigaraki are

1) worthy of their positions

2) that they have outgrown their foils and have started to become the new good and evil

Now moving onto the second point, the house arrest issue is a weird case.

After all of the development iida went through in the hosu arc you would think it would properly effect him as intended so it's incredibly annoying to have iida point fingers at izuku and label him a criminal.

What's even weirder is that no one not even izuku objected to the house arrest. I assume that house arrest will be a big mark on ones record so someone like izuku should of protested it since he only started to fight in the name of self defense and even went to actually ack bakugo's emotions and allowing him to take them out on him which he didn't need to do and he shouldn't of done that.

It's incredibly weird that iida and ochako who are aware of bakugo's aggressive and outright bullying towards midoriya whether that be name calling or aggression let this slide without a comment and without fighting for him once they find out what happens.

The reason that they look like such bad friends is because of a multitude of things like:

Lack of screentime between them and izuku

The way their behaviour magically changes towards bakugo

The lack of give there is in the friendship which also falls to the first point

[callofloony]

Gentle Giant.

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König x gn!reader, fluff, cuddles, comfort, no use of Y/N, not proofread.

A/n: just a lot of König being a sweetheart bc there’s not enough of that in the fandom <33 i hope my König guys and girlies are eating well

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You lay on your side, grumbling with a pillow in your arms, everything had sucked today. Your boss was pushing you to the brink of exhaustion, you were overworked and stressed, and worst of all? There was no König to come home to, and snuggle with.

So, you decided to opt for his pillow. Holding it tight and breathing in the sent that lingered of him. It felt nice, comforting even. He had a hard job, you couldn’t always expect him to be around. You knew this. But it still sucked not being able to see one another.

So, you continue to lay their, dozing off as the pillow does its job. Obviously, you’d rather have the real König in your arms, but this will have to do for now… Until, you hear a knock on the bedroom door.

“Mein Schatz, are you in there? Can I come in?” A gentle voice asked on the other side, a voice you knew all to familiar. You sit up and let go of the pillow, slight shock appearing on your face as you spoke.

“König?” You stated, your voice exasperated but full of happiness, and König took that as a sign to come in. The biggest damn smile on his face as he walks over, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your cheek.

“I missed you, Liebling…” He said, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, and placing gentle kisses along the side of it, making you blush and giggle. This was what you’d been wanting this whole time! I suppose the universe wasn’t against you after all.

“I missed you too, hunny…” You replied, pulling him closer and allowing him to kiss your neck. That was your favorite thing about him, he always treated you so gently and sweetly, especially with his size and strength. He could crush you. But you knew he’d never.

He pulls back eventually, but remains close, peering into your eyes with such love, taking in your gorgeous features, before his gaze lands on your eye bags, and he looks a bit shocked.

He moves a hand to gently stroke your cheek, running his thumb around your eye area and contemplating, his head tilted, and face full of concern.

“What’s all this about? Have you not been sleeping well?” He asked, his voice soft and gentle. A twinge of worry laced into it.

“Just had a bad day, I always have problems sleeping while you’re gone. My boss is being a royal dick.” You replied with a sigh, remembering the way you got yelled at for turning something in passed its due date, even though you had 2 other projects in the works.

König gave you a sympathetic and sad smile, he’d always disliked your boss, it wasn’t fair. You should be treated better than that. He thinks for a moment, before a grin slowly starts to creep onto his face.

“Y’know what I think would help?” He asked, tilting his head again with a softer gaze, making you look up in curiosity.

“What is it?”

And that’s how you ended up here. Back pressed against his stomach, being spooned by your lovely boyfriend. His large body fully enveloping you in his warmth, and you couldn’t be happier.

He places a gentle kiss to the top of your head and pulls you closer, holding you in a tight and safe grip, feeling glad that he was finally home with you. His job was tasking, but the knowledge that you’d get to keep that adorable smile on your face if he continued, made it all worth it.

“Feeling better?” He asked, nuzzling his face back into your neck with a soft sigh, not wanting to let go for a while. You just chuckled and nodded, turning in his grip to face him and hold his cheek, placing a gentle kiss to his lips before speaking.

“Always.”

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A/n: GRAAAA HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! This was via the rq of a friend, you know who you are! Goodbye <33

[hongcherry]

Hello love, Hope you're doing good :)

I've never been read a detailed aftercare scene in most of the fanfic and Im here to make a request, coz i can only trust your writing ! YOU ALWAYS NAIL IT 💅

Can we get a detailed aftercare scene (like washing her up, helps dressing, foods, some good cuddles) after some rough and good sex 🫢 ? maybe (fwb) jimin × reader

*sorry if there was any mistake coz english is not my first language

💞 Pairing: fwb!Jimin x Reader (afab)

💞 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Fluff, smut; Friends with benefits

💞 Warnings: pet name (kitten—bc its not a jimin fic if i don't include it sorry), rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, protected sex, dirty talk, reference to multiple orgasms, mention of feeling sore, aftercare(!!!)

💞 Word Count: 1.2k

💞 Author's Note: YOU'RE THE SWEETEST. THANK YOU! im touched you trust me with your request! im so sorry it took me so long to finish it; i hope you're able to find this on ur timeline :c and plz don't apologize! thank you for sending in this ask 🥰

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“Cute little ass all red from my hand,” Jimin observes with a smirk you can’t see.

You moan in reply, hands clutching the bedsheets below. Another sharp slap rings in the room when he hits your ass again. It’s sore from his constant spanking, but you strangely love the pain.

Jimin soothes the area with his warm hand briefly before connecting it to your other cheek—repeating the soothing process.

“Feels good, kitten? You like having my handprint on your ass?” he questions.

You nod, keeping your head pressing into the mattress.

“I want to hear your words,” Jimin tsks and grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your face up.

Your back arches, and it causes Jimin’s cock to slip slightly deeper into your dripping pussy.

“Yes!” you cry. “Love when you spank me.”

Jimin pulls your head back a little just to mess with you and then he lets you go and watches as you collapse on the mattress.

Six more slaps are given to your red ass, harsh and quick in succession. You’re making noises that are between a whimper and a moan. Each spank has you tightening your hold on the sheets, as well as clenching around Jimin’s hard length inside you.

The feeling of your tight walls makes Jimin moan and quickly pick up where he had left off before he paused to spank you.

Your body jerks back and forth as Jimin slams into you from behind. His skin collides with yours roughly.

“Gonna be my good little kitten and come around my cock again?” Jimin asks.

“Fuck, yes,” you gasp out, reaching a hand down to circle your clit rapidly.

Jimin continues his quick pace until you’re withering on the bed, crying out his name while your body shakes.

“So good for me,” Jimin grunts as he presses his weight into you, his own moans mixing with yours as he releases into the condom. He stays like that for a while before slipping from you and removing the ruined condom. He ties and tosses it in the trash bin, then falls back onto the mattress next to you.

You both lay breathing heavily, not needing to say anything for now.

After Jimin has regained some of his strength, he starts climbing off the bed. It’s not unusual for him to help you to the bathroom, but it is unusual for him to join you as you wash up.

You stand on tired legs under the warm water; Jimin stands beside you and gives you a small smile.

“What are you doing?” you ask tiredly.

“Helping you,” he says while squeezing some shampoo into his palms. He brings the product to your hair and begins massaging it in. “You gonna complain?”

You sigh, closing your eyes at the pampering. You would argue, but it’s nice to just relax after an intensive session.

You feel a pang of guilt that even though he did most of the work, he’s still helping you beyond the bedroom.

After rinsing the soap from your hair, you try to return the favor and wash his. Jimin chuckles and moves your hands away.

“Just relax, kitten,” he instructs. “I want to.”

“But you’re probably tired too,” you reply.

He shakes his head. “I feel fine. Now, let’s finish this up. I’m hungry.”

You laugh and nod. After twenty minutes of showering, you’re both snuggled on the couch with ramen in front of you. It’s not the fanciest meal, but it was quick and easy.

Jimin had even helped you dress, which you tried to protest again, but he refused to relent.

“You don’t feel guilty about earlier, right?” you question as he scrolls through the list of movies and shows.

Jimin’s eyes furrow with confusion at your question. He gives you a brief glance.

“Because you went a little rougher than usual,” you explain, recalling how he had pulled your hair harshly as he railed you from behind. The ache between your legs becomes more evident due to the memory.

“Ah, well, a little,” he admits. “But I also just wanna make sure you’re taken care of. The aftercare is just as important as the sex.”

You smile and snuggle against his side more. “I liked it, Jimin. I would’ve used my safe word if I needed a break or if I wanted you to stop.”

Jimin nods as he exhales deeply. “I would hope so.”

You reach up to turn his face to you. “Believe me. I like it when you’re rough.”

Jimin’s lips begin to curl; it’s nothing flirty. He’s genuinely happy to have found someone who enjoys the same kinks. Even if it’s not a permanent situation. You were just a friend who was willing to explore things with him. Someone he could trust. Someone who wouldn’t be so judgmental.

“Good,” he replies. “Now, pick something quick so we can eat before it gets cold.”

You grin and snatch the remote from him. Jimin shakes his head when you select a show you’ve both seen twice. A third time’s a charm.

“What? You said pick.”

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbles halfheartedly.

You grab a bowl of ramen and a pair of chopsticks. Jimin follows your lead, eating his meal as the show begins to run its opening credits.

Normally, Jimin would make sure you’re okay, talk through what happened to ensure he knew what you had liked and didn’t and you’d learn the same about him. He would leave once he thought you were fine. Only rarely did he stay any longer.

Though you had to admit, it was nice hanging out with him without the benefits. Maybe you’ll suggest just hanging out next time with no strings attached. You didn’t want to stop having sex with him, but your time with Jimin has solely been about that. You miss when it was just innocent lazy Sundays.

“You done?” Jimin asks after a while. He’s gesturing to your empty bowl and waiting for your reply.

“Oh, yeah,” you answer and hold it out for him. He takes the dishes and quickly heads to the kitchen to place them in the sink. He rinses the bowls, then comes back, promising to clean them properly before he goes.

When Jimin returns, he wraps his arms around you and guides you both to lie down. He grabs the blanket on the back of the couch and covers you both.

You smile contently as you watch your show in Jimin’s arms. His embrace has always made you feel at ease. You can’t explain it, but he’s one of those people who gives great hugs—and consequently, great cuddles. Something about them just feels so loving.

“You feeling okay?” he asks out of the blue.

“A little sore, but overall, I’m great. What about you?” you wonder and glance back.

Jimin glances at your lips, then your eyes. He doesn’t kiss you unless you’re having sex. Though, right now you wish he’d kiss you anyway.

“I’m great too. Do you mind if I spend the night? I can stay on the couch?”

You turn back to the screen. “You can sleep in the bed. I don’t mind.”

“The couch is fine,” he insists, and you sigh silently.

“Okay,” you yield. It’s just easier.

Three episodes later, you’re still in Jimin’s hold. He’s fallen asleep, soft snores emitting behind you. You’re not strong enough to move him to your bed yourself, and you know he won’t go there willingly. Thus, you stay relaxed on the couch. It won’t be this comfortable soon since there’s not much room, but you don’t care. You rather not be alone.

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[springvaletales]

((Session 64 is here!))

We started with a quick recap to help Lex’s place get up to speed, as she wasn’t able to attend last session.

Bagelby’s Player: “What time is it in-game?” Me: “Early evening-ish.” Bagelby’s Player: “And what time did the time loop start?” Me: “Right about sunset.” Bagelby’s Player: “Ah.”

Plan A: Walk right in the front door of the Pirate King’s fortress and hope they don’t die.

Plan B: Lie to the guards on the prison prison bridge that the party is

Plan C: Tell the guards there’s been a ‘slave rebellion’.

Bagelby went with Plan B and absolutely CRUSHED it with a 24 for deception. The pirates coming off the prison bridge didn’t even question this ‘scared young pirate recruit’ and immediately ran off to deal with the ‘uprising’.

Bagelby: “Man, I love lying! Almost as much as I love stealing!”

Sir Carl rolled Perception to try and find any traps, and saw movement in the water far out into the bay instead; something big is swimming in the water.

The only person in the party carrying a spyglass is Lex, and her first impulse was to hand it to Sir Carl….who we just discovered last session needs glasses.

Sir Carl saw fish-like fins, but couldn't quite identify the species.

Thiori, however, rolled higher and recognized this particular creature as another mutant of his ‘father’, Tasslour Krell.

Thiori: “That is what we call, in the biz, a ‘bad time’.”

Derailing topic of the night: What body part of Ena’s cursed NPC brother was found in the necromantic amulet Bagelby pulled out of one of Thiori’s mutant siblings’ corpse?

Bagelby had pulled out a ton of stuff from his slime pocket in search of a spyglass, and like anyone clearing out, found an item he didn’t remember obtaining: a red, hardwood crochet hook with ornate detailing.

It’s potentially a Hook of Entanglement. He isn’t sure. He’ll have to confirm with that one book Velenna let him borrow once.

New wrinkle: Rolling to see how fast your memories return each time the time loop loops.

Thiori - in possession of his notes - remembers everything the fastest. Lex - with the lowest roll - doesn’t remember leaving Port Covekeel.

Sir Carl, still hanging precariously over the water: “May I come back onto the dock, please?” Lex, still holding him in one hand: “Oh! Yeah sure.”

Lex and Sir Carl will get their memories back, but it’ll take a few minutes.

Bagelby: “Oh, and if you see a lizard that’s, like, pure evil, just stomp on it.”

The party successfully reached the prison island, and Bagelby even managed to beg a hardtack biscuit off of a passing prison guard.

He also made one of the Warforged guards ‘blush’ by asking it out for drinks after shift change.

Inside the prison building, the party finds that it is one big, empty room with various elevator shafts along the walls, and a single caged-in desk with a long-suffering Halfling drowning in paperwork behind it.

When the prison receptionist doesn’t acknowledge their presence, the party decides to just…sneak past him to the elevators.

Thiori volunteered to work the elevator crank to lower the party down, gave them a confident smile….and immediately snapped off the handle, because this elevator is roundabout 700 years old and he rolled a 22 for his strength check.

He head enough time to look comically at the crank before the cage fell, though an arcane failsafe was activated to slow the car

Canon now bc it’s funny: Prison master L.O.C.K.E. is now the Warforged Jonah J. Jameson. He sounds like J.K. Simmons played through old speakers.

The party finds Isstun (and Ra-Ra) in the prison new hire orientation room. Isstun doesn’t remember the party, but Ra-Ra does.

Thiori doesn’t know what’s worse: The fact that Bagelby is spilling the party’s secret jailbreak plans in front of three pirate recruits or the fact that the hand puppet is alive.

Ra-Ra: “Oh. Well. Isstun’s the one who went to school.” Isstun, embarrassed: “Pre-school.”

Ra-Ra confirmed that the party has talked to her at least four times: twice as prisoners, once as a guard, and once at the camp. At least one of those times, Thiori was a corpse.

Thiori then crawled under a desk to have a crisis.

Sir Carl, with dawning horror as he remembers how many times Thiori knocked Isstun into the water in the last few loops: “Did you waterboard the puppet?!”

Despite being awake for at least two weeks, the party only feels as tired as if they’ve been up for a single day.

Forgotten Magical Item of the session: Bagelby’s stolen palantir.

The party used the palantir to search for Lord Wiggles, with the reluctant assistance of the four pirate recruits, and found him mining in a distant tunnel.

Just before the party let go of the palantir, Thiori saw an additional visit of Master L.O.C.K.E. and Lord Wiggles’ shadows clashing against the backdrop against one of the crystal spires.

Now having thoroughly (and sort of forcibly) recruited the pirate recruits to their own agenda, the party officially made plans to find Lord Wiggles and start the Pirate Island Coup.

Ra-Ra dragged Isstun over to approach Lex, and demanded that she help her (the puppet) keep Isstun safe (because “he’s not the bravest, or the smartest, and he’s certainly not the strongest”).

“We need your muscles, buff lady!”

We’ll meet up next time to start the Pirate Island Coup (and see how it goes)!

[landhoehoehoe]

sunshine state - Logan Sargeant

this one is for @gracefuljeno :)

When you requested, I started writing a fic that was significantly longer than this drabble, but I started struggling with it so I thought I'd give you this as a small compensation bc I'm gonna have to take longer to write the other one. Hope you still like this short one <3

Thank you sm for 200 followers, i appreciate every single one of you!

warnings: none, some spice in the end

Logan Sargeant x reader; You try fishing for the first time on his boat in Florida, but some things go wrong

“Logan! Logan! Help me!”, you cried out, frantically pulling on the fishing rod he’d given you earlier. 

Something big had taken your bait and now you didn’t know what to do since this was your first ever time going fishing. 

You didn’t even know why you had agreed to try it out, but Logan wouldn’t stop bothering you until you’d said yes. 

So now you found yourself in your bikini on his speedboat off the coast of Florida, spending the summer break with his family. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, calm down baby!”, he laughed as he quickly made his way over to where you were standing at the edge of the boat. 

“This isn’t funny!”, you whined, struggling to hold on to the rod. He kept laughing when he stepped behind you. Suddenly you felt his body pressed up against you and a second later his strong arms came around you to hold onto the fishing rod. 

You felt yourself relax instantly feeling the warmth of his bare chest against your back. 

Logan pulled on the rod, still with a smile on his face. 

However, it disappeared abruptly when even he himself couldn’t pull the fish out of the water. 

His head turned to look at you. “Are you even pulling?”, he asked with a strained voice, gathering an offended look from you.

“Excuse me? I’ve been holding this stupid fish this whole time!”, you replied, losing focus on the fish but rather focussing on Logan’s accusatory tone. 

“Alright, alright. It’s just….so heavy..”, he answered defenselessly, shifting his weight in the opposite direction, grounding his feet to get some grip on the slippery boat. 

Then he got an idea: He let go of the rod, his arms leaving you. 

“Logan!”, you complained immediately, already sliding forward towards the edge of the boat. 

However, his hands found your hips, giving him a better grip and more space for movement than when his arms had been around you. 

He pulled you back a little bit, and you thought you’d almost had it, but then suddenly you got catapulted forward again. 

Logan had slipped on the boat’s surface and lost his grip on your waist, leaving you exposed to the strength of the fish still pulling on the rod. 

“Y/n!”, he shouted when you lost your balance and slid towards the ocean unstoppable. 

You yelped, not able to react quick enough. 

Logan leaped after you and got his hands on your waist just in time to prevent you from falling into the water. 

Before you could let out a relieved sigh though, there was a sudden jerk on the fishing rod, finally pulling you into the water. 

Since Logan wasn’t prepared for it either, he tried saving you again, which ended up in him losing his balance, too. 

And shortly after you’d landed in the water, he crashed into it, too. 

Against your sun-warmed skin the water felt like a bucket of ice cold water being dropped on you.

When you came up to the surface, you gasped for air, coughing out the salt water that had got into your lungs.

Paddling to stay afloat, you couldn’t help but laugh: Logan’s expression when he resurfaced was just too priceless. 

“Great fishing skills, Mr. Sargeant!”, you giggled, watching him contort his face because salt water had gotten into his eyes. 

“That was an exception! Normally it’s easier than that!”, he defended himself, pouting when you still couldn’t stop laughing. 

“Yeah, sure. If your fishing trips always end like this I wouldn’t mind coming along just to watch you fall in the water!”

That had done it for Logan. With a wicked grin on his face he swam over to you, making you shriek hysterically as you tried to swim away from him. 

But you couldn’t reach the boat’s ladder fast enough before his arms were around you, turning you around in his arms. 

Immediately your legs wrapped around his torso.

“Have mercy, have mercy! Please!”, you giggle-shouted, hoping Logan wouldn’t dunk you. 

“And why would I do that?”, he asked, enjoying torturing you way too much. 

“I’ll make you smoothie bowls for the rest of our trip!”, you squealed when he pushed you back and held your head closer to the water. 

He contemplated for a second, then shook his head. “Not good enough.”

“I’ll make your favorite dinner?”

“Maybe…”

He pushed your head even closer towards the water so that you yelped again. 

“No, please, baby! I’ll be so good for you tonight!”, you shouted out when you could already feel the back of your head touching the water, closing your eyes in anticipation. 

He stopped his movements, pulling your head back out of the water. 

“That sounds tempting.”, he smirked, his hands wandering to your ass underwater, giving it a squeeze. You writhed, pushing your clothed core against the building bulge in his swimming trunks. 

“But I like seeing you get dunked more!”, he grinned, quickly pushing your head back and underwater. You gasped before you hit the water, then you were encased by the cold wet again. 

When you came back up you coughed, and your boyfriend laughed loudly. 

“Asshole.”, you muttered, opening your eyes slowly again. 

He still held you against his chest, but you were quick to wriggle out of his grip, swimming back to the boat. 

“I’m sorry, baby!”, he called out with a half-smile still on his lips as he swam after you. 

You climbed up the ladder without another word, trying to see how long he’d last under your faked annoyance. 

You knew he’d fold soon without your touch, since you were both riled up from the physical contact underwater. 

So you didn’t dare turn around to face him, or else you couldn’t keep up your facade and would crack a smile.

You heard splashing sounds behind you when Logan climbed onto the boat, then you felt a dry towel around your shoulders and a tight embrace from behind. You watched the water drops run down his toned arms, then his lips attacked the crook of your neck. 

You stretched your neck and tilted your head to give him more access, feeling him smirk against your skin. 

He spun you around in his arms, smiling at you with mischief in his eyes.

“We both know you’d be a good girl for me anyways.”, he whispered, a hand coming to your chin to tilt it upwards. 

“Who knows? Maybe I won’t suck your dick tonight.”, you responded, feeling cocky. 

He laughed, licking over the inside of his cheek when he looked away. 

“Maybe you’ll have to beg for my fingers then.”, he retorted, an equally smug expression on his face when his hand left your chin to squeeze your ass, pressing your core against his dick again. 

Both of you groaned at the feeling, the urge to fuck right here in the middle of the ocean almost too big to resist. 

“Or I can just get myself off with my own fingers.”, you stood on your tiptoes to suck on his neck and add another purple bruise next to the one from last night. 

He let his head fall back with a sigh, enjoying your touch. 

“You’ll be the death of me.”, he groaned, holding on to your waist tightly.

[mindshelter]

on writing prompts: how bout timkon (platonic or romantic or the muddy in between they're laying in) + ttk shenanigans?

(also just wanted to say i loooove your timkon fics, they're the few i reread every so often bc the characterization and the dynamic you write for them Hits. hope you're having a lovely day!)

Hands slide up Tim’s face, large thumbs stroking his cheekbones in slow swoops. Water is still beading at the tips of his hair, gravity willing it downwards. The fog is clearing, heat sinking towards tiled flooring, but the temptation to sleep blurs the edges of his consciousness.

“Don’t fall asleep here,” Kon says, clearly attempting to sound stern—but Tim can imagine Kon’s scrunched-up grin even as his eyelids flutter and fatigue reduces the world to little more than a muted smear.

“Mm,” says Tim, head tipping forward. He hasn’t been able to afford a good night’s rest for nearly two months, rationing sleep on rooftops as a teammate kept watch or in the quiet of a fusty motel room close to their target, nodding off as a computer program dug up files like scraping char off a pot. Espionage work is as gratifying as it is long and soul-destroyingly boring. Being attacked from behind with a knife was the biggest highlight of the assignment aside from finishing it and going home.

The delicate pressure begins at Kon’s fingertips, wicking the excess moisture where they touch Tim’s skin. They slide upwards, smoothing back the clumps of hair clinging to his forehead. Tim shivers when Kon reaches the nape of his neck, gliding over an island of scar tissue. The nerves there are either semi-healed or beyond repair, oversensitive at some spots, numb at others, all overlaid with leather.  

Kon had his palm laid over the small of his back and a smile against his mouth, the first time Tim let himself be touched like this. His hand had continued to meander before it gathered some courage to wander upwards. Unhurried and light, giving plenty of time for Tim to pull away. Tim had waited for the familiar feeling of insects crawling over him—but a hush had fallen inside of him.

Before he knows it, Kon is taking a step backwards. The distance is still short enough that Tim’s legs still flank either side of his hips.

“Is being able to sleep anywhere and everywhere part of spooky’s training regimen?” Kon asks, giving Tim’s hair another ruffle. “Alongside ‘how to hang upside down,’ intensive endurance, strength and martial arts training? Mastering the crabby grunt?”

Tim grunts.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Kon says, dragging out the first word. “I bet Bruce made you practice sleeping upside down, with all those bats in your cave. Stick with the theme, you know. My working theory is that it’s mandatory. Only after you’ve inhaled enough bat guano fumes to lose your mind—then you’re ripe and ready to hit the streets.”

“That’s just me, Conner,” Tim mumbles. And the repeated head trauma, probably.

Tim’s body lifts off the bathroom counter—and then the counter is upside down, as is everything else in the en suite. The bend of his knees dangle off of Kon’s outstretched arm, but it’s the TTK wound around him holding Tim steady. Tim yawns, but wraps his arms around himself in the best mimicry of the actual animal he can manage just to hear Kon laugh.

The things he does for love. “I am the night,” Tim says.

Kon chortles before flipping Tim back upright—Tim lands in his arms, and he rolls his eyes as Kon elbows the light switch and unceremoniously kicks the en suite’s door open to cross the short distance needed to reach Kon’s bed. It’s on the smaller side for two grown men, but Tim can’t say that he minds.

There are a few thin, faded strips of moonlight threading past the window curtains. Kon chose an East-facing room to get the most sun in the morning. The bedsprings squeak and whine as Kon drops their combined weight onto the mattress. TTK rearranges the duvet over their bodies while hands draw Tim in by the waist; Tim wriggles to nuzzle closer.

This kiss tastes of spearmint. Tim is sure Kon is listening for his pulse; he can hear it too, loud, steady, and just as well as the soft breaths Kon releases as Tim licks into his mouth. It’s perfect, even if Tim’s exhaustion is apparent in the way their teeth clack together.

Tim can’t see Kon properly in this darkness. But he traces Kon’s jaw, his browbone—indulges, luxuriates in the softness of Kon’s hair, the rise and fall of his chest, his golden heart—

“Missed you,” Kon murmurs once they break apart. Tim uses the last dredges of his energy to leave one more kiss between Kon’s eyebrows.

It’s so warm under the covers, his limbs tangled with Kon’s. Like they made their own hearth.

He never wants this to end.

Tim’s more than terrified that it might. (It will, part of him insists. He’ll come to his senses; it’s just a question of when.) Good things rarely last, and Kon won’t ignore the rot inside of Tim forever. 

In the meantime—he’s happy, pursuing the indomitable challenge of being enough, and is entirely too selfish to walk away from this.

Kon’s happy too, Tim thinks; sadness always paralyzes him. Tim becomes volatile—and so, so angry—but Kon prefers to vanish, making himself scarce and quiet if he could wish himself away.

He’s been singing, lately—off-note, but Tim never says a thing. It’s only as it started happening again that Tim had realized it used to be a regular habit of his. His laughter is loud again, booming down hallways, no longer fearful of taking up space.

It’s Kon’s turn to yawn. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” Tim says. “You,” he amends.

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thank you for the prompt, anon! i had fun with it, and hopefully it’s to your liking. i think i adhered to the ttk theme enough dsksls <3

i’m accepting fic prompts; details here!

[pbnjparker]

DON'T LEAVE | P. PARKER

requested?: yes!!! tysm to the lovely anon who requested this imagine hehe ive been working on it during my spare time bc i want it to b perf :p (NWH SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT)

pairing: tom!peter parker x female!reader

an: I HOPE U ENJOY THIS!!! IM SO SORRY IF U CRY but if u don't cry ur so strong bc i def teared up writing this

Everything was dark, everything sounded so far away and you were beginning to fear just about everything. What was once a quiet lobby with a chandelier that illuminated everything turned into a dark rubble mess in seconds. You could hear Peter’s faint cry and tried to get up to but couldn’t find the strength to do it. 

You glanced over to find anything that could possibly help you stand up but ultimately failed, “Peter!” You yelled weakly, “I can’t get up!” You said, hoping that you had enough strength to get those few words out. You could see a blurry figure limping in your direction and sighed knowing if Peter wasn’t able to find you that someone, somehow did. 

Feeling someones arms wrap around your back, you were lifted off of the ground. You could make out Peter’s curls and weakly hugged him and whispered endless thank you’s. He held you for a few minutes before letting go, “We have to go Y/N, we can't be here when the police get here.” You nodded softly and tried to move your legs but fell right back onto the ground when Peter started paving a way out. 

Peter looked over and found you on the ground once again, his heart filled with guilt that you were in this mess because of him. He would never be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to you and yet he felt your heartbeat slow down and that's when a piece of him knew it was coming. 

He knelt down and caressed your face, “Peter are we good to leave soon? I think I need to go the hospital.” You said bringing up a bloodied hand up to his face, “It’s gonna be okay. We’re going to get you to a hospital soon and you’ll be good as new.” He smiled weakly, “Okay.” You whispered and that’s when everything was feeling just as how it was in the beginning; everything dark, everything was far away, everything but Peter’s touch. 

Nothing in Peter’s world mattered more than you. You gave him the strength to want to go out everyday and protect the city, protect you. Soon the parking lot was full of police cars, indistinctive screams from those outside the now demolished lobby. Yelling for Peter to go out but all he wanted was for you to be safe.

 And that’s when Peter felt it; the rush of panic flowed throughout his body, “Y/N?” He looked over your face for any sign that you were still with him, “Y/N? Y/N? No, please don’t leave.” He cried, “No, you can’t. Please don't leave me.” He cried again, tears flowing vigorously down his face, “Peter?” You whispered, “Y/N/N? Please keep fighting, I’m going to get you to the hospital soon.” He said pressing a small kiss on your forehead, “Promise me you won’t ever forget me? You said weakly, looking into Peter’s brown eyes, “No, no. Don’t say that. We’re going to get out, just hold on.” He pleaded with you, “I love you.” 

You smiled weakly, “I love yo-”, Peter went into an immediate panic. The life began to fade away from your eyes and you no longer had the small smile on your face, you were gone. 

[levis-little-nuggie]

"You don't have to pretend, not with me, ever."

Levixreader gender neutral mc tw: anxiety, little hint of yandere!Levi at the end, not proofread. Self-indulgent comfort fic bc I need it.

Lucifer and Diavolo had arranged your class schedule so that you'd never have a class without at least one of the demon brothers. It just so happened that today was Wednesday and that meant you had 3 classes with Leviathan. With each class that passed, your paranoia grew. Of course he could tell that something was off, your anxiety was filling your head with nonsense but it all seemed logical with your current frame of mind.

Each time you were called on to answer a question or speak up in a group, you swore your felt your heart racing, voice wavering. Your anxiety told you he knew, that Levi knew you were flying by the seat of your pants, trying to hold up the facade that you're okay when you're obviously not.

The final bell rang and you sprinted to the door, hoping to lose the third-born amongst the crowd. You knew he would never lose sight of you but you had to try. You wouldn't be able to withstand an interrogation; you're too fragile for that. You ducked and weaved around cliques and corners before sneaking a glance back the way you came. You frowned when you noticed Levi's carefree demeanor playing some game on his handheld console. You almost pouted at his nonchalance but you took it as an opportunity to book it back home.

You made it about halfway home before a shadow zipped past above you and you were yanked into the dark alley you were walking by. An overhead light illuminated shiny, black antler-like horns and your gaze fell onto two glowing orange orbs. Goosebumps covered your skin as you felt a strong and firm appendage wrap around your leg holding you in place.

"You wouldn't happen to be avoiding me, right MC?" His tail tightened its grip around your thigh. Usually you'd be a sputtering mess by now but instead you felt tears well up and you uselessly bit the inside of your cheek to keep the waterworks at bay.

In an instant the demon shifted back to his normal self, face tinted red but laced with concern. Levi's fists clenched and unclenched by his sides trying to figure out what you needed and determined that was space. You peeled yourself from the wall and laughed half heartedly. The sound cut through the otaku's heart.

"Me? Avoiding you? Pssh, as if," your laugh even sounded fake to you. "I'm just trying to hurry home because I uh," your voice tapered off, you didn't have a good excuse, you couldn't think of one fast enough. You hiccupped and felt arms encircle around your shoulders and Levi began gently rocking you both side to side.

"You don't have to pretend with me MC, not with me, ever." You felt his lips brush against your scalp and your shoulders shook as you finally broke down.

"I can't, put into words what's wrong," you began, sniffling and hiccuping. "It's like it's, it's-"

"Like it's all too much? That everything is too overwhelming?" Levi answered for you and you nodded against his shoulder. He understood and you felt validated. You got onto your tippy toes and placed a small kiss to the side of his neck as a thanks. He turned his head the other way and coughed hoping to dispel some of the heat in his face. Feeling a little better, you wrapped your arms around his waist and cuddled into his chest.

"M-MC, not here!" Levi frantically pulled away from you but grabbed your hand and pulled you along behind him, practically dragging you with his strength and speed. Deciding you were going too slow, Levi stopped for only a moment to carry you on his back the rest of the way home.

Making his way back to his room, Levi plopped your body unceremoniously into his tub bed and shimmied himself underneath of you. You felt yourself melding against his side and all your worries and anxieties melting away as his fingers rubbed circles into your lower back.

"Thank you Levi," your voice soft as his fingers were lulling you to sleep. "For listening, for comforting, for understanding, everything."

"I'm the only one who would ever understand how you feel. No one else would comprehend these complex emotions. I'm the only one who can provide total and complete comfort to you." Levi slipped into his demon form, his tail wrapping comfortably around your leg. You barely felt him place a fang against your forehead, collecting a small prick of blood sealing the spell as you drifted off the sleep unaware of Levi's actions.

He hummed in response, brushing your hair out of your face before nuzzling his cheek against your forehead. He felt an iota of envy burning as he pictured you like this with anybody else let alone one of his brothers. His fingers tightened against your skin.

@sevensins-stuff 💜

[catholicdaredevil]

“have you ever thought about how much worse our lives would be without each other?” with either matt or tasm peter (i am having brain rot for both <3 but dunno if i should just send 2 separate things so go wild)

also if you post this & i don't see it know that i have probably gone to sleep bc my sleep is a mess okay ily bye

aaaaaaa kit you're on to something here ok this was meant to be small and it's kinda not but oh well

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he's been quiet, ever since he crawled in your window a couple hours ago covered in dark bruises and enough blood that if he was anyone else you would have been worried. luckily you'd spent enough nights pulling the spiderman suit off as gently as you could, taking note of each mark that he hadn't left with. some nights were better than others, nothing a couple butterfly bandaids and some tylenol extra strength couldn't fix.

this wasn't one of those nights.

if you had to guess, and you had to guess because peter refused to ever tell you how bad it really was. saint parker refusing to put even his barest of feelings onto anyone in his life. but if you had to guess about tonight?

several broken ribs, a large gaping stab wound that you had to bite down on your tongue to hold yourself back from arguing that he really did need a hospital this time, and a myriad of smaller marks and cuts; all that he wore without a hint of complaint.

your hands tremble just the slightest amount as you open the first-aid kit, grabbing gauze and rubbing alcohol, hesitating over the needle and thread before deciding against it. his skin would most likely knit itself together enough before you could calm down enough to sew even stitches into it.

"have you ever thought about how much worse our lives would be without each other?" the words are barely a whisper, a prayer sitting on his split lips. you've handled everything up until here pretty well, at least you thought. but the way he sounds so small, so scared, is when the knife that always aches in your heart to see him hurt; twists.

a couple of unsuccessful blinks later and tears are streaming down your face as you dab across the watercolors of blue and red painted over his chest in an attempt to at the very least remove as much red from the picture as you can. it takes what feels like several full minutes dragging along as you catch a hold of your emotions and tie them down, driving the stake deep into the earth so it doesn't come up again until you let it.

"no." you turn to toss the blood soaked cotton into the trash can you'd dragged next to your bed when he'd first sat down, eyes so focused on the next piece you grab so you can avoid his soft eyes. "i don't think about horrible things like that peter. i wouldn't be able to sleep at night if i let myself even consider the thought of my life without you. i just don't-- can't."

your voice cracks on the last word and you suck in a breath through your teeth before going back to work, cleaning whatever you can off his skin. hoping that somehow you're able to scrub away at whatever it is that's buried so far under anything you can see that's truly bothering him.

peter says nothing, seemingly finished with the conversation. maybe he's satisfied with your answer, maybe that was just all he had to say. either way you're more than happy to sit in the quiet and piece him back together under your soft hands, only having one more thing that needs to be said.

"i love you."

[roobylavender]

just saw someone refer to Zdarsky’s characterization of talia in that urban legends issue as “the talia damian deserves”… she existed as a better character for decades before him than she did after… when will we be free of the misogyny.

but, in all seriousness, it frustrates me because having to deal with this level of character defamation closes the door to so many conversations about talia’s character.

Like, for example, given things like the state of her & bruce’s relationship & the level of complexity that exists there even when they’re at their best bc of the age gap, along with her own history growing up, it’s totally possible that talia’s feelings about parenthood would be deeply fucking complicated. and it’s just something that slides under the radar because people are so busy either trying to compromise with, endorse, or disprove morrison’s (and those who followed’s) mischaracterization of her.

So, in the interest of being constructive: Obv she would love her baby no matter what, but there’s so much that could be said as to whether she’d be ready for that role (especially considering that she had to contend with the possibility of single motherhood), about if she felt like she had the tools to be a good parent in that moment regardless of how much she may love her baby, about whether she feels she knows how to give this baby the upbringing she knows it deserves because she still has a lot of growing to do herself. And to be clear she would be ask these questions out of nothing but love and hope that her baby will live the fullest life the world has ever seen, but it would still be really really fucking hard because it’s not an easy emotional place to be in! and that’s okay! it’s interesting! And that’s not going into the fact that I have never once heard a single person ever confront the possibility that, for all we know, talia could have struggled with post-partum depression. and it’s just so frustrating because examining this part of her story can be fascinating, especially because family, love, and responsibility are all major themes for talia’s character and contending with these sorts of questions through her would be such a fitting setup for deeply human character work. and tbc i do think, even following the line of damian being given up, talia would want to have a family someday, like she would want to be a parent yk? so her having to confront these issues and where she sees sort of faults in her person in the hopes of being better for the child she could have one day in honour of the one she already has? As a thank you for gracing her life, even if only for as long as she got to hold them? we could have had it all.

but hey, at least now she’s the talia damian deserves, whatever that means.

i think so much about the fact that her life from when she gave up damian to when he was introduced was rarely explored in context of that loss! like obv it was never mentioned again bc denny o’neil erased it out of canon for his tenure so no one could bring it up but i think it’s fun to work with that forced erasure and make something of it. like you could totally reason that talia’s behavior immediately following son of the demon (i.e., detective comics annual #1, bride of the demon) could be construed in light of post-partum depression. her strength of character was still there but i feel like there was a sort of childlike petulance to her, too, like she was grasping onto the last threads of happiness that she could have in light of that loss bc it was otherwise traumatizing to go through and process on her own, what with her being the only one to know the truth about his survival. mike w. barr was subtle with it obv but those last pages of bride of the demon always make my heart pang bc you could tell how badly she wanted to be able to share the grief of that with bruce, and yet not even he could bear to talk about it, so you can only imagine what she was going through

i also like to construe some of her later material approaching and following tower of babel as reflective of a developing relief within her at the idea that she didn’t have to be a mother. that period of time is so crucial for her in terms of breaking free of all constraints and expectations and i can picture her having those fleeting thoughts. thank god i gave him away. i don’t know how i would have done it on my own. i can’t handle raising a child. i would spend the rest of my life perpetually in fear for his safety, and i would wither away. not to position her as potentially selfish or anything but i think it’s always impt to note she was very young when she married bruce and like! it’s totally human to experience both a deep grief following such a loss and a deep relief at the idea of not having to bear such a burden as a young woman all alone with no one to support her. but i like it even more so bc i think it could be really fun to capitalize on in light of an introduction to damian where she finds out that ra’s has him. like can you imagine how guilty she would feel knowing she got to break free and forge her own life and make her own decisions meanwhile her father was busy recapturing the child that she was eventually relieved to have given away. i would love to see something like that explored on paper. it’s so much more interesting to me to explore the complicated nuances of talia’s (and bruce’s) “abandonment” of damian and how that would factor into building a relationship with him once they meet him, than is the morrison premise of talia having raised him the whole time bc ofc she had no life outside of the league and never went through an arc to gain independence 🙄

[tobiosmilktea]

hiii can i request tsumu, kenma, oikawa, and kuroo where they’re in a secret relationship and the reader feels like they’re hiding her bc they’re ashamed of her ? like a hurt too comfort type of thing? thank u bb 🥺🥺

- 🍒

secret relationships w/ atsumu, kenma, oikawa, and kuroo

a/n: i have so many angst requests,, yall must like getting hurt 💀 also this wasn’t as angsty as i thought it was gonna be since im going through writers block yet again and i can not handle pain rn (also not proofread, so read with caution lmao)

— m. atsumu

it honestly surprised you at first, the way someone like miya atsumu returning your feelings the moment you told him you liked him near the start of the school year

there wasn’t that instant gratification though, knowing that one of inarizaki’s golden boys still felt out of your reach

despite being in a relationship with you, it wasn’t like anyone knew of it besides osamu and your closest friend

of course you didn’t really mind as you’ve always thought couples who were obnoxious with their relationships 24/7 and constantly making out in the hallways wasn’t your cup of tea either, so you get why atsumu wanted to keep it a secret

besides, with a guy so popular like him, you really just thought he was sparing you from the harassment (not that it would be bad if all the girls crushing on him new)

you get that he was just trying to protect you, and yet the more you thought of it, the more than it was simply just an assumption and you really didn’t know why your relationship was kept secret

it wasn’t like either of you would get backlash in any way, so what was the problem?

you weren’t exactly the type to be the most insecure either

sure, you were aware of the flaws you had, but it wasn’t something you were ashamed of as you learned to get used to it

yet it’s hard to fully love yourself when your boyfriend isn’t even comfortable with the fact that no one knows you two are even together

you hated jumping to conclusions, but you couldn’t help but to think the worst case scenario—was he ashamed of being with you?

you honestly thought the idea was impossible

if he was seriously ashamed of the thought of being with you in public, why would he even waste all those months dating? were all those dates and nights sneaking out to see each other for nothing?

it was like this for weeks with the way your own thoughts sabotaged you as you stood next to him during lunch

in moments like this in school, surrounded by your classmates and acquaintances, you and atsumu were only friends who sat next to each other occasionally and shared conversations that only friends would have

only friends

god, you hated the way that atsumu wouldn’t even look at you the way that he would when you two are alone

was he that embarrassed to be with you?

you didn’t want six months of all your hard work and effort of making time to be with him for nothing,, you had to do something about it

everyday, you, atsumu, and osamu would walk to school together with osamu typically walking ahead of you and your boyfriend

most couples would hold hands as they walked together, but atsumu had made it explicitly clear as the closer they get to school the farther they had to be from each other to avoid suspicions

thinking of it now, it sounded wrong to begin with and you had no idea why you even agreed to do such a thing

the school was close, maybe a block away and instead of slowing down your pace to create a gap between you and atsumu, you stubbornly stayed next to him to which he flickered you a weird look

he shrugged it off but the moment you two passed the gates and into campus, you slipped your hand into his

without missing a single beat atsumu immediately pulled his hand away from you with a look on his face that held all the questions running through his head at that very moment

“what are you doing?” he asks, almost in a harsh whisper

a frown melted upon your expression at how quickly he pulled away, almost as if he was disgusted by you. “i um, didn’t know you hated the thought of people seeing us together so badly.”

you didn’t know where all your strength went as it disappeared the moment you needed it the most

yet as you were about to walk away, atsumu tugs at your wrist lightly and pulls you into his embrace—his warmth and comforting scent of chamomile from  saved you from the embarrassment that was tainting your cheeks red

“no, no it’s not that,” he mutters, lips tickling your forehead. “i just wanted to keep you to myself a bit longer.”

— k. kenma

you honestly weren’t surprised at the fact that kenma wanted this relationship to be kept secret

he never seemed like the type to be in a relationship let alone get the attention of being in one in the first place, yet it irked you to the core

it was fine at first; acting like you two were just friends while at school or at volleyball practice and it wasn’t at all weird or out of the ordinary

maybe that’s why you were okay with it in the first few months of your relationship with kenma as you were always near him the majority of the time

yet you constantly had to fight the urge to not be so touchy with him from wanting to hold his hand to leaning your head onto his shoulder—you often had to stop yourself especially in front of your friends and his teammates

you were good at keep secrets, but it was absolute hell not being able to even tell kuroo considering you always hung out with him too (it was a given obviously but you digress)

kuroo is a bit curious in his closest friend’s antics so his constant teases of how you and kenma would be such a cute couple annoyed you to your core

he laughs as if you and kenma being together would be absolutely impossible and wouldn’t happen in a million years, and yet here you two were, pretending to laugh at his jokes and agreeing and it would be, in fact, impossible

as mentioned before, you’re more annoyed at keeping your relationship secret rather than angry

your actions were more abrupt and cold rather than your usual warm self and kenma definitely noticed

despite his usual calm and collected expression that he has on a daily basis, it covered up his own emotions of blatant insecurity and worry that you were losing your feelings and losing them quick

the last thing kenma wanted was for everything that happened between the two of you to be wasted over his own fear of being judged for being with you

you were his first in everything and he certainly wasn’t going to let you become his first heartbreak either

he worried about this for a few days, overthinking while he played video games with kuroo, lev, and yaku that they noticed how quiet he was being over the call

it was then did he impulsively asked kuroo to go on a separate voice channel with him just so he could blurt out, “i’m dating (y/n).”

and to his surprise, all his best friend said was: “yeah, i know. (y/n) told me.”

“what? why?” kenma asked with confusion evident on his visage

“she had no one else to go to vent.” kuroo answers, his amused laugh echoing through kenma’s headphones. “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone.”

“thanks, but... i think (y/n)’s angry at me and i don’t know what to do.”

“she told me that she was getting tired of keeping your relationship a secret. she asked me if you felt embarrassed or even ashamed of being with her.” he explained.

confusion and a bit of worry washed over kenma as his words suddenly faltered, “i could never be ashamed of being with her,”

“then i guess, you should tell her that.”

“what should i do?”

his best friend lets on a smirk (not that kenma could even see it, anyway), “i’m so glad you asked.”

you weren’t exactly sure what you expecting to be honest

you knew there was something going on between kenma and kuroo as if they were planning something intricate, but you weren’t bothered to even ask

perhaps you were still in that petty mindset of giving kenma the cold shoulder after having to keep your relationship on hold all the time that stopped your curiosity

sure, it was a bit childish, but you were planning on talking about it with kenma the moment he came back into the classroom after going off somewhere with kuroo

which by the way, where the hell were they? lunch was ending soon and you needed to talk to you boyfriend asap

the timing was almost perfect the way the thought of him entered your mind was at the same time as his familiar blonde hair walked back into the classroom with a melon bun and a canned drink in his hand from the vending machine—your favorites

“i noticed you didn’t eat lunch, so i bought you this.” he says, placing them down onto your desk.

“is this supposed to be your way of apologizing to me or something?” you mused at him.

there was a faint smile on kenma’s face when you did. this was your usual self, one that constantly smiled at him rather than deadpanned and cold. “no,” he simple put it. taking in a breath of confidence before pressing his lips on the corner of yours. “but i was hoping that would.”

with wide eyes, your eyes scanned the room to see if anyone noticed, afraid at the fact that you broke the first rule. despite being a blushing mess from a minuscule peck on your cheek, there was an inkling of confusion still evident within you, “why did you do that?”

“kuroo told me everything.”

“i knew that guy couldn’t keep a secret,” you mutter as you tried to ignore that infamous feeling of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. “i don’t think people saw, so they won’t think we’re together—”

“what if i wanted people to know we’re together?” ded asf

— o. tooru

you honestly should’ve known oikawa was going to keep this relationship between the two of you a secret since the moment he confessed his feelings to you

what else could you have expected from aoba johsai’s most popular boy wonder with an actual fanclub full of naive girls

perhaps you’ve become naive yourself considering you dealt with months of having your relationship constantly being swept under the rug, psyching yourself out that he was doing this for your sake

and you understood that

it was the reason why you even agreed to keep your relationship on the downlow considering how annoyingly notorious oikawa’s fangirls were, they wouldn’t have let you see the light of day if they were to find out

if you were in fact being honest, there was a period in time near the beginning of the relationship how cautious you were being—barely talking to oikawa unless it had to do with school, avoiding his gazes during class, and even swallowing your pride by just watching his fangirls flirt with him and there was nothing you could do about it

you honestly had to give yourself a pat on the bat for dealing with six months of this treatment

you figured it wouldn’t be that bad, especially after schools where you and oikawa could finally have alone time to yourselves, but even those times alone with him there was a lingering feeling of tension and unease

the thought of someone from school even finding out of you two being  together even affected your relationship outside of school hours

you were tired of waiting outside the school gates for hours just for him to come out of volleyball practice and apologize that he couldn’t walk you home yet again

you figured that oikawa had grown far to used to seeing you waiting for him all the time that it was practically common sense that he was going to reject you again and again

you had to stop waiting for him at some point, but there was an inkling inside that for once, just for once, he would look at you with a smile so sweet that he would finally go with you

but not once has it happened

was he really that afraid of people finding out of his relationship with you that he’s willing to disregard all your hard work to even make this thing (whatever is was) to even happen?

if you were truly being honest with yourself, the only reason why this relationship is still up and active for this long is all because of you

you’re the one always asking him when he’s available during the weekends so you two could finally see each other, you’re the one always texting him first, you’re the one always being the most understanding of the situation

and yet it’s almost like oikawa isn’t even batting an eye at how difficult it has been for you

you absolutely hated jumping to conclusions and thinking of the worst case scenario and yet here you were, suddenly drowning at the possibility that the only reason why oikawa wanted a secret relationship was because he was ashamed to be with you

it was a thought that kept you up at night, tainting your optimistic thoughts of hope that this relationship would actually work out to decimate into thin air

the more is simmered in your head, the worse it became—what if his feelings that he confessed to you was a lie?

you hated overthinking

but if you really thought about it, even before you and oikawa dated, neither of you two were close. just two acquaintances in the same class that occasionally shared answers with each other just by the convenience of sitting nearby

you even went as far as believing that him dating you was just a joke, that this whole goddamn relationship was just some mindless prank just because he was bored

six months of wasted time. you were over it

the next day at school, you didn’t even look at him, you didn’t smile or even acknowledge the way he said good morning to you (as a friend does)

you figured he’s probably too dense to even notice, but he did. the usual glow you had each morning when you said good morning back to him was gone

he already missed the way your gazes would meet and how he would constantly find himself lost in your irises, but now you couldn’t even look at him in the eye

the only person who’s aware that you and oikawa were dating was iwaizumi. it was a given as who else would oikawa ramble on and on and on about how pretty you looked or how smart you are if it wasn’t his best friend?

if anything, iwa was the only guy oikawa could complain about how you were ignoring him

“maybe she’s bored of you for once,” iwaizumi cuts straight to the point. there was really no point in beating around the bush

offense was written all over oikawa’s face, utterly surprised, “how could she?”

“you can’t keep your relationship with her a secret forever, you know.” his best friend goes on to explain, “with the way things are going with you two acting like you’re nothing but acquaintances, (y/n)’s bound to lose her feelings.”

“but i don’t want her to lose feelings for me! and it’s not like i can suddenly tell all my fangirls that i’m dating someone, they’ll freak!” whines oikawa.

“why do you care about your fangirls’ feelings more than your own girlfriend? seems to me, it doesn’t even look like you care about (y/n) at all the way she’s constantly waiting for you after practice only to be rejected.”

it’s obvious iwaizumi wasn’t here to sugarcoat

“i just don’t want them to harass (y/n)...” oikawa reasons, trying to ignore the way his heart drop at iwa’s words like a gripping poison

“then that’s your job to tell those girls to back off.” he suggests, “they literally treat you like a god, surely they’ll listen if you tell them to leave her alone.”

the following day, you came across oikawa waiting outside your door, dressed in his uniform with his gaze lingering about to occupying his attention

“what are you doing here?” you ask him as you close your front door behind you. he’s probably here to break up with you, you thought to yourself

you had to force yourself to ignore the way your heart dropped at your own self-destructive thoughts

taking a deep breath as you approached him, you readied yourself for harsh news to come your way

but it never did

instead, you were greeted by oikawa’s infamous smile that made everyone at school to fall in love with this guy (including you)

he takes your hand into his, intertwining his calloused fingers that dwarfed yours in size. you don’t remember the last time you held oikawa’s hand, but it felt so familiar and warm

it was like home

you couldn’t help but feeling the ends of your lips tugging into a smile as you looked up at him, “what if someone at school sees us?”

you were expecting some kind of excuse, but all he did was shrug. “who cares?”

— k. tetsurou

when you and kuroo started going out, you certainly wasn’t expecting it to be like this

if anything, ‘going out’ would be a stretch if you count late night dates and sneaking out at midnight just to see each other as dating

it certainly wasn’t your usual definition of dating either as you yearned greatly to be able to do normal couple things with your boyfriend—like actually going out on dates during the day, eating lunch together, hell, even just holding hands!

it almost seemed laughable how normal things done in relationships were something you never even experienced with kuroo even after a few months of being together all due to him wanting to keep the relationship a secret

and if you were truly being honest with yourself, you never really understood why he wanted to keep it on the downlow in the first place

you never really questioned it as you just that much of an understanding person, but at a certain point it just wasn’t adding up

it wasn’t like he had girls going after him 24/7 despite being at the top of his class, popular, and nekoma’s volleyball captain

it wasn’t like oikawa who had an actual problem with hoards of girls surrounding him and tracking his ever move, so what was the big deal of letting your relationship public?

it was then did it hit you

the suddenly downpour of insecurity within your own loving boyfriend that you trust so much was getting the best of you

“what if he’s embarrassed to even be with me?” you contemplated in a harsh whisper to your best friend

it was in the middle of lunch and you two were sitting alone on a bench in the school’s courtyard chatting while eating—well, more like overthinking in your case while you friend just sat there and nodded

“if he actually felt that way, then he would’ve broken up with you already.” your friend stated in between bites, “besides, if i didn’t have feelings for someone, i wouldn’t put in the effort to sneak out just to see them.”

you hummed, not sure what to say as she did have a point

but could you really blame yourself for wanting an actual relationship rather than one that’s forced to go unnoticed?

“i should talk to kuroo about it...” you sigh out.

“talk to me about what?” an oh-so-familiar voice calls out to you and your friend

kuroo’s figure approaches the two of you as he give you a curt smile with hidden meanings that you weren’t able to even notice. you were too caught up in your own meddling thoughts that you also didn’t notice the way kuroo frowned slightly at the way you avoided eye contact with him

“nothing,” was all you said before standing up and throwing your trash away. “lunch is almost over so we should all get to class.” was all you said before briskly walking away

kuroo’s brows furrow in confusion as he looks over to your friend, “what’s up with (y/n)?”

“she thinks you’re too embarrassed to be with her, that’s why you hide your relationship.” she cuts straight to the point (homegirl just wants to eat her lunch in peace ffs)

“what?” your boyfriend huffs out in shock, almost offended at the fact that you out of all people would believe such a thing. “why does she think that?”

your friends shrugs, “not sure. that’s something you should be asking her, but if it were me, i would want a normal relationship as well.”

kuroo doesn’t say another word before walking away. and yet his walk quickened so he could catch up to you before you could get to class, footsteps echoing through the hallway in patters as he sees your familiar figure near your classroom 

“(y/n)!” he calls out to you as you slide the classroom’s door open. it was sure to catch the attention of the rest of the students already in the classroom as you turn towards him, brows furrowed in the same confusion

as he neared you, there was almost no sign in him stopping, sending your heart beating in a frenzy as you parted your lips to tell him to slow down

but before a single syllable could even fall from your lips, your boyfriend’s own pair press against yours harshly. it was sweet like caramel and you swore everything moved in a slow motion when you suddenly realized where you two were

he stole your breath away when he pulled apart from you, eyes immediately scanning the room of his own classmates staring at him in awe

“since when were you two dating?” matsukawa asked rather loudly, it seemed that others were interested in knowing as well.

panic suddenly coursed through you as you gave kuroo a look, gravely ignoring the way yoru heart was thumping against your chest and the dozens of unanswered questions running through your head

“w-we’re not actually dati—”

“we’ve been together for a few months actually.” kuroo cuts you off, sending you a wink before entering the classroom

[bukojuiice]

are you feline what i’m feline? — todoroki shoto

ೃ pairing: cat boy! ┃pro hero! todoroki shoto  x fem pro hero! reader

ೃ  tags: smut 18+ (the rest of the tags are below the cut!)

ೃ  warnings: nsfw

ೃ wc: 3k words

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ೃ  blessed with a quirk that can temporarily transform any human being into any living thing they want through the means of potions and concoctions, you brew up a cat girl potion to surprise shoto for your second year anniversary. however, some accidents and mishaps happen, and you’re welcomed home by a handsome cat boy instead.  

ೃ dedicating this fic to the lovely and amazing @todosweetheart​ bc her cat boy! shoto art is the reason why this fic exists. thank u for the content u feed us val! 🥰💓

additional tags:  use of natural aphrodisiac, cat boy! kink, overstimulation, fingering, kitten/cat play, rough but loving sex)

You had just recently moved in to a new neighborhood with your boyfriend, Todoroki Shoto. 

Your blissful domestic life with him was just about to begin and life couldn’t get any better than this. and yet... 

sometimes you wish you could do more for him. 

The two of you met when you were hired to work at his father’s agency, stealing glances at him by the reception area whenever you came in for work, and coincidentally getting into the same elevator as him. Not knowing that he was woefully smitten with you too. It was only through the probing of your co-workers that you had drunkenly confessed to him at a company party and he had (soberly) confessed to you too.

That was where everything started. 

That was how you and the No. #3 Pro-hero got together.

Sometimes, it made you think if you were even worthy of his love. 

You were just a hero with a support quirk; with it being used for more science and field-related work as your powers made you manifest and create drinkable liquids that could change the physical appearance of a person (make them invisible, turn them into an animal, or even turn them back into a child or into an elderly person) for a limited time and depending on how strong or weak the solution. This means that through your quirk, you are able to tamper with a person’s DNA through these concoctions without any consequences. It was a powerful quirk, just like magic, yes, but can it be used for offense? Sadly not.

Shoto’s quirk was the exact opposite. Bearing the quirk of fire and ice, he was the definition of perfection. The perfect quirk, the perfect combination of two exact opposite elements, and how adept he is at using both of them. Often praised and hailed by the public for not only being extremely powerful, but also for how painstakingly handsome he is. You were just waiting for some controversial tabloid to talk about the No. 3 Pro Hero and his girlfriend who was way out of his league. 

Shoto constantly reassures you not to worry about them, never failing to calm you down with his gentle I love you’s and forehead kisses whenever he sees you tensed up and nervous, and never failing to tell you that you are the light of his life and his strength to continue fighting. and yet, it still worries you sometimes.

Today marks your 2 year anniversary. 

The two of you decide to go out on a simple date tonight at one of the best-reviewed restaurants in the neighborhood as the two of you were busy with throwing out the moving boxes and unwrapping your furniture, combined with the hero work that the two of you do during the day. Completely ruling out the possibility of being able to plan an elaborate anniversary date. 

But, it was alright. As cheesy as Shoto makes it sound, no day can ever become the worst, as long as he’s spending it with you. 

“Ah~ Those crepes were super yummy! Plus, the cafe was really cute!” You beam with a satisfying yawn, the two of you walking side by side, hand holding the other, and his arm wrapped around your shoulder for that extra warmth against the cold summer night. 

“Yea. There was a classy vibe to it. That was my first time trying a galette, and I must say that was tasty.” He remarks, turning to you. Your radiant and lively energy was infectious and he can’t help but smile. “Leave it to Mina and Sato to know all the best restaurants, I suppose.”

You nod contentedly and the two of you continue to walk back home in silence. Shoto looks around, taking in the sight and wondering if he could point out any small details about your surroundings that could make you laugh or smile. He notices a small shadow perk up from beneath a bush and he casually points at it. “Hmm? (Y/N), look over there.” 

You follow Shoto’s gaze and also notice the small shadowy figure. “Oh?”

The quiet sound of a purr could be heard from the bush. The two of you wait a little bit for the creature to reveal itself. A black cat pounces out of the plant, it’s beautiful green eyes staring back at you. “Meoooow.”

The cat walks up to you and you crouch down, putting your hand out, and wait patiently. Sure enough, the cat nuzzles against it. 

“Ahhh she’s so cute.” You observe the cat a bit more and notice it’s femme feline features. Shoto crouches down next to you and pats it’s head. Clearly the kitty seems to enjoy all this attention as she’s purring up a storm. “She is.” 

You glance at Shoto and notice how his eyes glimmered a different blue-grey light as he continued to play with the kitten. Pure bliss present in his face. His handsome and soft features make you blush, with the heat rising up to your cheeks, you quickly turn away before Shoto could notice you.

Bingo.

What if you turned into a Cat Girl and made Shoto… ya know…

It was a simple formula after all. You could whip up a concoction, sprinkle in a little bit of natural aphrodisiac and that’s it! The recipe to the sexiest and kinkiest night of your life! Maybe you could show your love to Shoto in a different way than most girlfriends do to their boyfriends no?

“AHAH!” You suddenly jump up from the ground, your boyfriend perks up a little bit in surprise too. You then bring out your phone and begin scrolling through your notes. “Sho-kun! Come on! Let’s get home!” You grab his hand and drag him away. He adjusts his running to your pace, smiling at your sudden burst of eagerness and excitement. “Alright alright, love. Be careful so we don’t trip.”

That night, you told Shoto to not wait for you as you had to brew up some potions for tomorrow as specially requested by a hero from your agency. Although reluctant at first to leave you, he intently watched you work your magic at  the little science lab in your house. The smell of the strong chemicals waft around the living room, prompting him to retreat back to your bedroom, but not without a quick kiss (that was about to turn into a make out session) before bed. 

“Happy anniversary, Love.” Shoto holds you by the waist, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you swaying slightly to the non-existent rhythm and this makes you almost want to go to bed with him. “Shall we continue this tomorrow?” He peppers kisses down your neck, you giggle in response. 

“We shall.” You turn to him and deliver a kiss to his lips. You pull away before you could even begin to think of yearning for more. “I’m sorry if we had to cut our anniversary short. It’s your day off tomorrow right? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He nods first before giving you one last kiss, this time on the forehead. “Goodnight (Y/N). I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He pulls away. you watch him leave your lab first and make sure he’s out of sight before you get back to work. 

After a few more hours of solving the formula and crafting the recipe for a potion that doesn’t necessarily turn you into a cat, but rather, give you only cat ears and a cat tail, yu bring out a thermos bottle from the cupboard and pour in the liquid solvent along with the natural aphrodisiac. You stir it a little bit before using your quirk to add the finishing touch and to make it a viable and an actually working potion. 

“Can’t wait to drink this tomorrow.” You snicker to yourself, as you pour all of the liquid onto the thermos, storing it in the fridge and then proceed to go to your bedroom and finally hit the sack.

“AHH I’M LATE!” You rush out of the bedroom, messy bedhead hair, your hero suit not even fully zipped up, mismatched socks, and your bag tossing and turning, most of the contents falling out, your thermos being one of them. “I’M LATE FOR WORK! BYE! I LOVE YOU!” You greet Shoto who was eating his breakfast in the kitchen, planting him a farewell kiss on the cheek as you dash your way out of the house. 

“I l-love you too.” He bids goodbye with a wave, but you weren’t even there to hear it anymore. Shoto’s eyes cast downward, a bit disappointed that he wasn’t even able to greet you properly this morning and how your anniversary date felt so short even though you promised each other you would spend more time together later today. 

He then notices your water bottle on the ground. A sticky note that was labeled “Drink me!” was attached to it and of course as every other person would react once they see a note like that,

Shoto thought that was for him. 

“SHO! I’M BACK!” You call out to him, closing the door behind you. “Sho~?” You sing-song, peering through the kitchen and the living room but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. “Where are youuu?” You continue to traverse through your house, looking for him. You grind to a halt when you notice your thermos bottle on top of the dining table… All empty.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no.

“Shoto!” You call out, your voice cracking with nervousness. You rush to your bedroom, hoping and praying that he was there. Only… for the lights to be out. 

“Sho?” Your hand reaches out for the light switch. But, you hesitate. What if a demon had kidnapped your boyfriend and you had to save him!? What can your quirk even do to save him!?

“(Y/N)...” He finally responds. Although his tone was soft and still a bit suspicious, you breathe a sigh of a relief and finally turn on the lights.

The lights illuminate the room to reveal your boyfriend in his usual turtleneck fit that you always ogle at. You look up and down, noticing that this is still the same man you know and love and nothing bad actually happened until… 

You look up and behind him.

He’s still the same man you know and love. 

Just this time however. he’s a cat boy. 

“I drank the potion that you made.” He says ever so casually, nothing ever fazes him as usual. “It had a “drink me!” sticky note attached to it and I thought it was for me.” He continues to speak plainly. You thought you could get out of this situation scotch-free and you didn’t have to explain to your loving boyfriend what had happened to him. That was until he crossed his arms, his feet tapping the ground, and his cat tail waving behind him. “Please explain to me why I am now a cat boy.” 

“Well…” You began twiddling with your fingers, trying your very best not to make eye contact with him or else you would end up squealing in delight because of how adorable he looked. “You see, I made this potion to turn me into a cat girl so that I can… ya know… please you and stuff. I saw how affectionate you were with the cat we saw last night so.. I guess you can consider this as my late anniversary gift to you?” You laugh sheepishly, still trying your best not to look at him as his gaze intensifies. 

Shoto’s black and white cat ears twitch as he tries to stifle a laugh. “Fine. I forgive you. This will wear off eventually right?” You nod in response and Shoto’s shoulders slump down in relief. He was about to approach you and envelop you in a hug, until his legs wobbled midway and he practically fell down onto the floor. 

You rush to him and help him stand up, propping himself on the bed. “Sho… are you alright love?”

He starts breathing heavily, cat ears twitching once again, fingers trembling, lips quivering, and his face as red as a tomato. “(Y/N)... what was even in that potion you made?”

You suddenly remember the aphrodisiac you added to the recipe.

Oh no no no no (2)

Shoto suddenly turns away from you before you could notice the bulge rising in his pants. He covers his face in embarrassment, refusing to look at you. 

“I also added some aphrodisiac and some catnip into the potion ahahaha…” You scratch the back of your neck. Shoto turns to you again, his eyes glowing like that of a cat and giving off a smoldering feeling. He shifts your position, gently yet somehow arduously pinning you down on the bed. He steps closer, hands moving up your sides, going around your back, pulling you flush against him. Shoto nips at your earlobe, sending sparks through you. 

You bite back a moan as he kisses your neck, his tongue hot, the gentle scrape of his teeth (slightly sharped like that of fangs) leaving you shivering. 

The two of you stop for a bit. He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Tension coils around him, barely contained energy. As if Shoto is preventing himself from showing you his animalistic and feline hunger wanting to ravage you.

“C-can I-”

Before Shoto could even utter another word, you grab his face and pull him back into a desperate kiss, capturing his gasp and the throaty moan that follows. You capture his mouth with yours, and he responds eagerly, his kiss fervent, all his restraint crumbling at your touch. 

He kisses your chin, and you tip your head back as he trails his lips down your neck, murmuring praise.

He lays you down, hiking your shirt up, tossing it to the floor, then deftly unhooking your bra, and exposing your breasts. You giggle and reach for his pants, unzipping the fly and getting a little thrill when you see the huge bulge in his boxers. 

You push up his turtleneck sweater to admire his abs and Shoto smiles back at you seductively. 

“Like what you see?” He says teasingly, a little quip that he barely does when the two of you make love, his husky voice makes your stomach swoop.

“I can only tell you if you purr first.” You tease back, running your fingers over his cat ears. Shoto  feels the tickling sensation build up inside of him, slowly about to give in to his raw animal instincts. While you continue to run your fingers through his cat features, he begins to suck and nibble on your breasts. You feel yourself get lost in his gentle caress, barely even notice him pulling off your panties and sliding them off between your legs. Shoto’s fingers slowly slide into your womanhood, as if testing out the waters. He works them in and out for a bit, then pulls them out, brings them to his mouth, and licks them. 

Like a kitten licking its milk. 

“Sho…”

You feel the last of Shoto’s restraint break as his cat ears twitch again, you can practically feel the energy crackling around him, and the hunger in his eyes more evident than a while ago. Shoto then braces his arms beside your head, as he slots his hips between your thighs. You rise up to meet him, a low moan spilling from your lips. 

“(Y/N)... I’m going to put it in now…”

You bite your lip and nod in confirmation. 

Shoto gently sets a slow pace, your head spins at the sensation and the arousal coursing through you, your hips rolling to meet the movements of his cock. As he enters, the thrilling sensation courses through you again and your mind feels like it just melted. 

You gently rub his cat ears again, and his cock twitches inside of you, the enthralling reaction resulting in a shudder of pleasure shooting through your body, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And that pleasure transmits to Shoto loud and clear from your pussy. 

Meanwhile, his breathing was ragged, more wild and animalistic than normal. Which is to be expected due to the potion but… this hot and intense feeling radiating off of him was different. 

And you love it.

“I-I feel like I’m losing control…”

As Shoto speaks, he slams his cock into you, making your legs shake and you moaning louder than you should. Everything seems more intense, from his thrusting to the look on his eye. 

At this point, it’s getting harder and harder to form a coherent sentence. 

“Is it alright if I go faster?” Shoto says softly, you hold his hand in reassurance, unable to respond properly as every intense emotion running inside of you makes you let out hitched and breathy moans instead. 

Shoto pulls out halfway, then slams back inside of you, making a loud sticky sound.

The two of you were acting like animals in heat. 

“A-ah! Shoto!” You mewl out, each of Shoto’s thrust hitting an undiscovered part of your insides. Spurred on by your voice, his pace further increases, until you’re both moving frantically. You gasp at his intensity, at the weight and heat of his body pinning you down.

“(Y/N)! I’m going to-” 

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, and his fluffy tail briefly brushes against you. Shoto’s body tenses up as he prepares to unload inside of you.

Shoto’s body spasms- including his tail. Waves of pleasure flood over you as his semen shoots full-force into your depths.

The two of you gaze into each other’s eyes for a minute before he slowly lays himself next to you, his feline features slowly disappearing as you try to catch your breath.

“L-look they disappeared with one whoosh.” You say in between pants and giggles, Shoto covering the two of you with your bed duvet, chuckling along with you/

“Next time, please label things properly and tell me if you added any sort of ingredient that could increasingly highten my sex drive.” He says with an exasperated sigh, yet satisfaction plastered all over his face as he looks at you lovingly. “I love you (Y/N). Happy anniversary… nya~” He whispers the last few words, shooting you a wink. 

Your eyes widen, your mouth forming into an O like that one Chris Pratt meme. “Y-you just said…”

“Let’s h-have a nap and just have some late dinner instead.” He shushes you by planting a kiss on your forehead. 

You were about to protest, but as soon as Shoto shut his eyes, you didn’t bother doing so anymore.

You plant a kiss on his knuckles, snuggling closer to him. “I love you too Sho. Happy anniversary.”

[misschifuyu]

I just finished the manga a few days ago and future Hanma is so.... wow😀 Can request nsfw for him pls?😔 Thank you ^^❤️

- please skskdk we got a few hanma lovers up in here fr ♡ and, ofc, here are some hcs for this tall ass man

General n/sfw headcanons with Hanma

characters: hanma shuji + fem! reader

genre: n/sfw

warnings: explicit content + language, degrading names, size kink, all in all rough bc this mf would be tbh-

let's get one thing straight, right off the bat this guy is 192cm...if that doesn't scream size kink then I really don't know what does

but we shall get into that a little later. to start off, this man will never be subtle about being needy when he's around you. be it squeezes to your ass or simply being extra touchy, you will know

sometimes he will even just straight up come out with it

"babe...I got a problem over here, 'was wondering if you could take care of it with those pretty little hands of yours"

he wouldn't just say these kinds of things when you were alone though. he couldn't care less if kisaki happened to hear his comment on how he wanted to blow your back out whilst the three of you were out spending time together

when he finally gets you somewhere where only he alone can see your most vulnerable state, you better prepare yourself

this guy can get rough. the fact of the matter is that he doesn't know how much strength he's got, compared to your smaller form, and unless you openly tell him to bring down the force, he will simply continue

he's also impatient. whilst the two of you are making out, he won't hesitate to snake one of his hands down between your legs

and if you happen to react, expect his other hand to wrap his fingers around your neck, pulling you away for a split second

"who the hell said you could make that any noise? we haven't even started and yet here you are, practically on your knees already"

your neck will always be littered by marks after he was done with you. he has a habit of surprising you with sudden, harsh bites to the soft skin just below your skin

all the while, the hand that had been on your neck will be holding you down by your arm, so don't think you'll be getting out of there any time soon

he absolutely loves pulling reactions out of you whenever he traces your clothed body, riling you up before he even discarded your top.

it brings him much joy to see how much you were at his mercy, all small and fragile before him

now, he loves you very much, but as soon as clothes have been discarded, he will usually expect a quick blowjob. of course, if you weren't in the mood, he'll simply brush it off and focus on you instead

he just adores how you look below him, on your knees, as you try to take him all in

he's not small, to put it simply, so you'd always have to use your hands to make up for what wouldn't fit in your mouth

hanma would always run his hands through your hair whilst you did so, and this is where the praising nicknames would start

"look at you, you're doing so well...who would've thought you were such a slut for my dick"

most of the time he'd push your head down further, without a single apology, when he was nearing his orgasm.

it was amusing to him to see you gagging around him, but don't worry, he knows how to make it up to you

and very well

he's a tease when it came to prepping you up for him - you're going to need it, believe me - and he will take his sweet time with you

markings would appear on the inner side of your thighs as he tried to get you to beg for his touch.

the sight was wonderful and, truthfully, he could spend the rest of his life between your legs

when he'd get a tug from his hair from your behalf, after some time enjoying himself, he would cave in, causing an inevitable squeal to escape your lips

he's good. like, surprisingly good at pleasuring you.

he'd always try and hold your stare as he swiped his tongue over you, holding your every twitch and movement back with his hands

one would grab onto your thigh, whilst the other would frequently drift to lay atop your stomach, to be able to hold you down

fumble around with his hair he won't hesitate to bring his fingers to you, stretching you out as he focused on your sensitive bud

two or three orgasms whilst being between your thighs was enough for him to deem you ready enough

he wouldn't waste much time in pushing himself into you, despite the panting mess you were in and your pleas over how you were still sensitive

grabbing ahold of your hips, he'd slip in with ease, thanks to your previous orgasms. however, his size would always bring you to suck in a breath of air, no matter the times you have slept with him

he'd always manage to fill you up to the brim, and it would take you a few seconds to adjust, during which he'd bring his face close to yours, a teasing smirk on his lips

"just a moment ago you were asking for this...not backing out of it now, are we?"

you'd have to use all your strength just to shake your head at his question

"take it all then"

he loves to see your body move against whatever surface you were on with each and every one of his thrusts

the way you would twitch and grab hold of him as though your life depended on it would just incite him to go even deeper - if that were even possible

he can pretty much live up to the ‘rearrange your guts’ saying, because, by god, you could practically feel him in your stomach

the fact that you’re smaller than him will simply turn him on even more, especially if he’s able to see a bulge each time he goes in

his dirty talk won’t falter though, however close he is to reaching his own high

“so pretty taking all of my cock, huh...you never get tired of it, now do you?”

to be frank, he never expects an answer, because by that point you were long gone, mind clouded over with pleasure and the feeling of him inside you

you really boost his ego anytime the two of you would have sex, from the praises to the state he’d leave you in afterwards

your legs would be almost numb after the countless rounds he’s able to go for, and he’d always find your struggled walk hilarious

by the time he’s finished, he will notice just how rough he’s gone on you, and will always pamper you in any way he can think of

a shower, bath, simply rubbing your poor legs...you could ask him for anything and he’d deliver

all for the hopes of getting you back on his dick and telling him how good he felt, of course

and because he loves you more than anything

you’re his little slut and you’d best know that

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || LITTLE CAGED ARTIST

| featuring : ryomen sukuna ft. itadori yuji 

| warnings : mention of emotional abuse and murder as well as grammar errors

| form : imagine

| word count : 1691

| published : 22 december

| request : Hello, idk if your request are open but feel free to ignore, but just, imagine another reencarnation au (those imaginw of yours are my favourite) where the reader was a painter and Sukuna's personal favourite so he took her and kinda abused her psycologicaly to the point where she would just draw him and only him and he loved that, and in the future she's still an artist that draws Yuuji bc theyre friends but when she sees the tatoos she again draws Sukuna and he feels guilty for the way he treated her and her art in the pastIf It's angst i would apreciate but it's not really necesary

| barista’s notes : hi there~ i apologies for the extremely long wait for your coffee order but now it is there ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ right now it is nearly 5am in the morning and i have no idea why the hell i am awake, but oh well ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ  DONT WORRY THOUGH! after this, i am going to sleep and rest up since today it is Fushiguro Megumi’s and Kageyama Tobio’s birthday today ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ but other than that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and i hope you come back soon! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“Sukuna….please leave me alone...leave the village alone, I beg of you please,” you whimpered to the man that was standing tall and proud with a sadistic smirk painted on his face, while you were on your knees tightly holding onto his large wrist - somewhat slightly covering the black ring marking - as if your weak physical strength could do anything to stop his raising them up and giving a rain upon hell to the people that was residing in the small town you lived in.

You have no idea how you had managed to catch the attention of the most feared curse to both humans and jujutsu sorcerers nor did you know how you managed to become acquainted with the man in front of you. All you knew right now was that the situation you were in at this current moment and time, was not ideal to anyone at all.

You were just a simple artist. A simple village girl artist that was blessed to be hired by the nobility and aristocracy to paint their family portraits with the finest colours that they would offer you, for you to be then paid so you could provide for your village. However, as luxurious as it sounded, you were in love with the idea of just placing a sharped piece of charcoal on a piece of paper or cloth you could find anywhere and sketch your heart designed.

“Leave you alone?” Sukuna questioned you in his deep voice, before slowly crouching down to become face to face with you. “I could never leave you alone, not when you have caught my attention with your craft little one,” Sukuna then stated, as he gently placed a hand on your cheek before using his thumb to caress the soft skin he was touching. 

Ever since Sukuna had caught sight of you delicately painting a portrait of a noblewoman with such care and gentleness, he couldn’t help but wonder how your hands were so carefully and how patient you were to make sure every stroke was perfect to your desire. Slowly, he began to wonder what it was like to be the subject of one's view. A subject that someone desired to recreate on a simple piece of paper. However, compared to his past sightings, you were the most talented as well as the most beautiful he had ever seen and once he was able to gain a clear view of the noble woman that you were illustration, he was surprised at how much detail you were able to encapture in your work and just like the noble woman’s reaction, they both were extremely happy with the result of the final product.

“How about this?” Sukuna suddenly asked, causing your head to suddenly shot up leading you to meet eye to eye with the King of Curses, “if you come with me and draw me and me only for the rest of time, I would leave this little village alone as well as the people residing in it. How does that sound, little one?”

‘Come with him? Where? Why? What’s going to happen to me?’

“If you don’t accept this deal, every single person here will die. Burned, stabbed, slashed, any way possible I can. Men, women and even little children’s lives will be gone, and it would be all your fault.”

‘My….fault? But-’

“You know I’m not a patient person little one, I might as well start my massacre while you take your time to think, it will be-”

“NO PLEASE! DON’T, YOU CAN TAKE ME, JUST LEAVE THE VILLAGE ALONE, PLEASE!” you screamed in desperation, as you tighten the grip of his wrist that was within your grasp to keep him down, as you didn’t want to risk him getting away from your sights for the safety and protection of the people  within the little town you had lived in since the day your life had started.

With a large cruel grin, Sukuna had somehow managed to pry his wrists free from your tense grip before sliding an arm under your knees as well as an arm around your body lifting you up in a bridal position, while you were just expressing a face of shock and fear, confused and fearful on what you had just accepted in exchange for your life. Where were you going? Was this the end? Were you going to die? How much longer have you had left?

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, you’re too precious to be slaughtered little one,” Sukuna answered - as if he knew what you were thinking - before placing a ghostly kiss upon your temple leading you to freeze still, petrified on what he would do with you had moved a single inch.

This was your life now. 

A caged artist.

                                               ꕥ

Here you were, sitting on a wooden platform outside with a sharpened piece of charcoal that Sukuna had kindly given you, in order for you to sketch a portrait of him. The second you placed the charcoal upon the paper, Sukuna couldn’t help but stare at the light movements of your hand as you lightly stroke a few lines to create an outline before watching your hand suddenly pause, causing the King of Curses to switch his view from the sheet to you, only to find your look at him with such a frightened look.

“I’m sorry…..I shouldn’t look at you, should I? I apologise deeply,” you softly muttered before quickly turning back to the portrait that was right in front of you - you didn’t want to do anything wrong in his eyes, you knew he could go back on his words and harm the people that you cared about. However, it seemed like Sukuna didn’t care at all, he had managed to trap you into his life and had the power to demand you to draw him every time he would mention he could go back to your little village and burn it to the ground. He relished in the idea of being the subject of your attention.

This is what he wanted. 

His little caged artist.

                                               ꕥ

1000 years later and here you were. 

Here you were sketching a picture of your best-friend Itadori with a picture of him that you had managed to capture on your phone. Itadori first came into your life shortly after you had enrolled into Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Techincal College around the same time as your other classmate Kugisaki did. 

You have no idea what drew you into the boy with the pink hair, but something within you pulled you towards him causing the blooming and somewhat hilarious friendship to start, even causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to wonder what was going on in your mind to somehow relate to the boy - yet, they didn’t mention their questions since they didn’t really think you knew the answer yourself, and they were correct.

However, as you continued to smoothly glide your pencil across the page, applying different pressures to construct some definitions as well as shadows within the photo you were copying from, you began to suddenly realise that you were starting to draw marking upon his portrait. Markings that were so familiar to the ones the person within him had.

Ever since that day at the Eishu Detention Centre, the sight of Sukuna standing in front of you with his shirt ripped off showcasing his black marking caused a trigger of unknown memories to suddenly flood into your mind, causing excruciating pain that was so unbearable, you thought you were going to pass out from the intense pressure, maybe as even close to dying from the immense pain.

From what you could even recall from the sudden flood of blurry images that appeared in your mind, there was a picture of you drawing with a piece of charcoal with the infamous King of Curses seating right beside you, watching you draw will whispering in your ear the threats that he would bombard you in order for you to make sure that you were only drawing him and him only.

Slowly but in a shaking manner, your drawing hand continued to sketch in Sukuna’s markings that would appear on Itadori’s body as you were somewhat extremely afraid of what the King of Curses could do to you if you didn’t - just how you left 1000 years ago.

Although unknown to you, your best-friend Itadori was standing right behind you, having a clear view of what was happening to you as well as the drawing right in front of him. Seeing your shaking figure with slow but clear teardrops landing on the sketch book as well as the drawing evolving from him to the curse residing inside of him, made him realise how damaging Sukuna was to not only him but also to the people around him. Carefully, Itadori placed a hand over your hand that held the pencil, causing you to flinch before finally noticing that it was your friend that was holding it and not the special grade curse.

Within his Innate Domain, Sukuna also had a clear view on what was happening to you and slowly but strangely began to feel something drop to his stomach with the feeling of his throat closing up at the sight of you slowly breaking down into a small state of insanity. This isn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want his beautiful little one to become lifeless and paranoid like you were now.

Even after 1000 years after your death, your incarnation was carrying the feeling of fear, despair and numbness that you were weighed upon the second you had given your life away to the King of Curses for the sake of your village. Even though you had more freedom then you did then, you still left trapped and lost within the metal cage that Sukuna had enclosed you in. Even with the small hint of guilt that was manifested within the cruel curse’s heart. 

You were trapped with no escape out.

You were trapped forever with no key to open the door that was clearly right in front of you.

Forever his little caged artist.

[acanthodii-phobia]

hey sorry if this is so sudden but i’ve been feeling so down lately and can i just get the turtles comfort reader (they/them pls) bc they think they can’t do anything right? rottmnt as well pls

Of course! :) And I'm sorry you haven't been in the best place recently.. I hope the turtles and I can help ease your thoughts a little. Things will get better, and many things in your life will change over time - the bad is only temporary that way, even if it doesn't feel like it. Right now you're at your strongest, and I now you can and will get through it!

We believe in you. 🐢🐢🐢🐢

(RoTTMNT) Comfort Oneshots X GenderNeutral!Reader PT. 1

Each turtle bro. will focus on something a little different, but overall still what you requested. I hope that's alright. ^^ These are slightly longer than my other posts, so these oneshots will be split amongst two posts. Leo and Raph are in pt. 1, Donnie and Mikey are in pt. 2!

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Content Warning: The topics discussed won't go into graphic detail, but if you feel like you would get upset by reading about topics dealing with depression or negative thoughts, please do not read for your own care.

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One-shots will contain:

Y/N - Your Name

Leo:

[Comfort for feeling inadequate, worthless, uneeded & request.]

- They were crying in Leo's bedroom.

- The perfect place, they thought, for some time away from everyone. Y/N knew they were supposed to just be enjoying themselves and having fun; but they couldn't stop that irritating feeling.

- Those reoccurring thoughts of not being needed. Or wanted. The possibility of screwing everything up, and losing everyone they cared about... and it would've just been a waste of their time. Y/N just wasting everyone's time.

- The last thing they wanted was to bring down everyone's night only because of the terrible mood they were in.

- So here they were. Tucked away in the corner of Leo's bed, hugging a pillow and crying. In the dark. While the others were out there completely clueless.

- At least, that's what Y/N thought.

- Leo comes in a few minutes later searching for Y/N, while making unintentionally insensitive and boastful comments about him being better (nothing directed specifically at Y/N, though).

- Hearing Leo's comments makes Y/N cry more, and the moment he sees them he immediately rushes to their side, trying to comfort them and apologising profusely.

- He had a full grin before, expecting Y/N to reply back with another joke, but seeing them like this hurt him in a way he hadn't really felt before.

- "Hey, hey," he reaches out and holds Y/N face. He doesn't force them to look at him though - he just wants them to know he's there. "I'm so sorry, please don't cry. You know... you're just as good of a player as I am - I didn't realise you were taking Mario Monopoly so seriously."

- They shake their head, breathing deeply as they try to calm down.

- "I'm not upset over Monopoly, Leon, but thank you."

- He's confused. "Then... then why are you crying?"

- "I've just been having a lot of... uh, negative thoughts recently."

- Y/N explains how they feel inferior to him and his brothers, but specifically to Leo. They see Leo as this 'flawless, charming, and a jack-of-all-trades' kind of guy. Even though he can be occasionally rude without realising it, he's still so loved by his family and friends.

- "You're just," their breath is shaky as they push their hair back. "...so perfect. You do everything right, and even the times when you do mess up... no one hates you. I feel like I can't do anything right - I'm awkward and can't tell my left from right occasionally. You're important and valued by those who care about you, you're talented and..."

- "...I feel like I can't compete. I'm nothing like that, and I'm so envious of you." Y/N confesses, wiping their face with their sleeve.

- Leo is stunned - he didn't know they felt like this at all. His eyes never leave Y/N - his hands slowly drifting from their face - contemplating on his next move.

- He's not really 'good' at this sort of thing, but because it's Y/N, he wants to do more than just listen. Leo cautiously takes hold of the pillow that Y/N was gripping onto, and places it beside him.

- Leo then pulls Y/N closer to him, hugging them tightly.

- "You're valued by me," he whispers to them. "What you can or can't do... doesn't define your worth. Nothing can really define that. You existing and doing your best is worth enough." Leo leans back and smiles reassuringly. "...And I mess up a lot, too. I'm imperfect just like you, and that is always okay. And you know I'm never wrong~"

- He chuckles as he presses his forehead against Y/N's, reaching up slightly so his snout touches their nose and rubs them together affectionately. Y/N smiles.

- "Thanks... Leon."

Raph:

[Comfort for feeling insecure about vulnerability, thinking they should be stronger/ move on & request.]

- Y/N was watching Raph train in the dojo, admiring his strength and skills from the sideline, perched ontop of some extra mats. They had to admit, that despite his size he was very nimble and fairly noiseless on his feet. His brute force was more than expected, though.

- The guy's built like a tank - It's a very dangerous combo.

- But compared to him, Y/N was pretty clusmy and much weaker than him.

- They do their best to ignore the thoughts that come to their mind, but it was of no use. They weren't strong enough to protect themselves, nevertheless them... what were they supposed to do if they needed Y/N's help? They felt inferior to him.

- But Y/N keeps smiling as Raph shows off.

- However, he caught on quickly - he's able to tell that Y/N's smile isn't 100% genuine. He stops what he's doing immediately and faces them.

- "Hey, Shorty. You got somethin' on your mind?"

- Y/N is caught off guard. "Oh, uh... no. It's nothing."

- Raph looks at them doubtfully. "Are you sure?"

- They nod, denying it in fear of being vulnerable and being shunned away for saying otherwise. Raph gives them one last look before going back to his training.

- Eventually, Y/N quietly retreats from the dojo and runs just a bit outside of the lair to clear their mind. Everything is good for a moment, but they soon start hyperventilating and panicking.

- "What am I doing? Gosh, you look so stupid right now, why can't you control yourself? Calm down... breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe you idiot." They grip onto their shirt, breathing deeply, but it only works them up more.

- It wasn't long until it became difficult to breathe - their chest was tight and their lungs felt shriveled up and blocked off, like they just couldn't get any air in no matter how hard they tried. Tears start falling down their face.

- Raph tracks them down quickly, thanks to his brothers. Deep down, he knew Y/N needed someone right now. Anyone.

- But he really wants it to be him.

- "No, no, you guys just stay here! Everything's fine, I just need to find them. We'll back in a minute!"

- The moment he sees Y/N, his heart stops. There's a deep, weirdly empty feeling of dread that washes over him. He runs to their side without another thought, and does his best to guide them through it. He holds their hands in his, and rubs the back of them with his thumbs, whispering to them.

- "Y/N... it's okay. It's okay." He lets go of one their hands and holds the side of their face. "You're doing great... can you try some breathing exercises with me? Everything will be okay, I promise."

- They're still gripping onto their chest, crying, heaving deeply and erratically as Raph asks this, but the only thing Y/N does is nod.

- "Good," he assures them, smiling. "Now... do your best to follow me, okay? First, pinch your nose and close your mouth, bite your lip if you have to. You're going to hold your breath for a few seconds to start."

- "Perfect - you're doing great, Y/N! Now, breathe in deep through your mouth," Raph does it with them, nodding. "Good, and release through your nose."

- Once Y/N was back to a regular breathing, Raph asks them to explain what was going on, and he wasn't going to take "nothing" as an answer this time.

- Y/N stares up at him, wiping their tear-soaked face, and reluctantly states that they were scared of Raph seeing them being weak and vulnerable, and wanted to be seen as "cool" and strong like Raph is.

- "I didn't want you to hate me..." they lower their head, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. Almost immediately, they start panicking again. "Wait, oh gosh," they heave in deeply as they try to focus on anything, raising their arms instinctively - their surroundings blurring together as their mind races. "No, I'm sorry... you can't see me like this, I'm going to mess things up again like I always do, I-" Y/N tries to run away as the tears build up again, but Raph grabs their arm and pulls them back.

- "Y/N".

- He is very, very gentle with them, talking to them in a low voice. But he wasn't going to let them keep running off and avoiding him.

- "Please look at me." They try, with some struggle. "You are not messing anything up. It is okay to cry, to be vulnerable, and openly express how you feel. I'm... worried to find out who made you scared like this. You don't ever deserve to feel like that, Y/N.

- And you are strong, Y/N - your worth is never going to be based on how much you can lift or break with your fists. Your strength may or may not be in physical strength, but you being here with me - right now - your existence proves you are strong," He brings them into a hug, embracing them snugly. "In a lot of ways, that is much stronger than any physical strength I have, and I am so proud of you."

- He holds their head against him, reveling in the feeling of having them so close to him. He closes his eyes, gently leaning some of his weight onto them.

- "Thank you, Raph."

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