#and you have like a 50% chance of just dying in the hands of the cops right then and there.

[mochapanda]

read the entirety of ten days in a madhouse on a whim its crazy how so little has changed since the 1800s.....

[veritasangel]

Taking care of you when you're sick

ft. Dabi, Bakugo, Deku, Shoto, Kirishima, Shinso

⋆ ˚｡⋆ any pov (kids could be adopted in shoto's) ୨୧˚ warnings: all sfw except bakugo's

wc: 1.4k

fwb - Katsuki Bakugo

What you and Bakugo had was nothing serious, just casual sex and nothing more as he always said.

He was always too busy with work for anything more.

And so there was really no need for him to come over when you were sick, right?

“What are you doing here?” you ask, voice hoarse as you open the door to see Bakugo casually walking in, hands full with heavy bags.

“Well you sounded like shit over the phone so thought I’d bring some things over to help.” he says as he begins unloading the bags, the inside contents varying from fruit, soup, medicine, and other useful things to random items that you don't even need, like those unnecessary curly straws.

“Uhh, thanks?” you question, “I’m not fucking you, you know?”

“Damn straight you’re not, I ain’t sleeping with someone who’s coughing their guts up. I’m not into that.” he blurts out, as he finishes emptying the bags.

You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness as he guides you to the sofa and begins setting up everything you might need on the coffee table.

“I got the day off work tomorrow so I’m gonna stay over tonight, you know just to make sure you don’t die or anything.”

“How nice.” you joke as you smile at him, “So you do care about me?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” he mumbles, pulling you onto his lap and flicking through the shitty tv shows that he always mocks you for watching.

ex bf - Eijiro Kirishima

You two had broken up but also kinda not really, you still talk almost all of the time and occasionally end up in each other’s beds.

So it’s no wonder he’s the first over to look after you when he hears you’re sick, the two of you were basically still together without the title.

He's annoying but you love him.

“Pass the remote, this movie’s shit.” Kirishima says from where he’s leaning back on one end of the sofa.

“Get it yourself, I’m sick.” you groan, rolling over to your side.

“Oh yeah, right." he remembers, lifting his head to look at you, before sitting up to grab the remote and passing you a snack from the table, “You look cute like this, you know?”

“I look like a mess.”

“A cute mess.” he says, “my cute mess.”

“I'm not your anything, we broke up 3 months ago.” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“2 and a half.”

You turn your attention back to the TV, “Do the specifics really matter?”

“Alright sorry we can go with your rounded up 3 months then.” he says raising his hands in mock surrender, “My smoothie must've been good because your voice sounds better, you sound less like you smoke 30 a day.”

“You’re so charming.” you scoff but the affection in your tone is still there

“I love you too, my little snotty mess.” he teases before laying on top of you enough to almost crush you.    

older bf - Dabi

Always feels uncomfortable when someone’s sick, like he doesn’t know what to do

Tries his best though because he wants to take care of you the way you do, him.

Usually ends up looking up what to do on google and then does everything and anything he sees.

“Touya what is all this?” you mumble as you open your eyes from your nap.

“Well I looked up all of your symptoms, a bunch of possible things came up, there might be a 50% chance you’re dying.”

“How reassuring.” you joke, a knowing smile on your face.

He rolls his eyes, “Well it’s probably just a bug but gotta' cover all bases, you know?” he says “Apparently ginger is good for nausea so there's ginger tea on the side, and some ginger biscuits, a carrot and ginger soup and then also some ginger shot thing, I don’t know but I think that’s good.” He rambles on as he runs you through everything.

“Now that you’ve rested, if you just eat and keep hydrated, then I’ll run you a bath and you’ll feel better in no time.”

“Well I don’t need all of that, but I appreciate the consideration. You didn’t have to buy all this for me though.”

“Oh I didn’t, I used your card.”

And you just laugh as you reach for a biscuit because of course he did.

best friend - Hitoshi Shinso

Less vocal about his care but it’s there, you know it is.

Offers to do anything you need. Planned to buy groceries? He’s already out of the door to get them. Wanted to clean the house? He’s practically turned into a personal maid.

Will use his quirk to keep you in bed if he has to.

“You said you wouldn’t use you quirk on me again.” you sigh as you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I said I wouldn’t use it on you for no reason.” he adds in as he opens the windows in your bedroom. “Would you like some water?”

“I’m not answering that.”

“You already did.” he grins as you chuck your pillow at him, “Kidding, kidding, I don’t plan on using it again, as long as you do as you’re told and stay in bed.”

"Fine, fine." you give up. "Maybe I should get sick more often if it has you waiting on me hand and foot."

He smirks, handing you the pillow back, "I'd do that even when you're not sick, you know, if you actually let me, instead of acting all independent 25/8." he shakes his head, looking down at you.

coworker - Izuku Midoriya

The two of you are both pro heroes that regularly work together and when he overhears one of his favourite heroes is sick? He’s straight there

He’s very caring and selfless of course

He's responsible enough to make sure everything is stable before he up and leaves his duties.

Asks how you’re feeling about 20 times a minute because his mind is racing.

“Izuku, what are you-”

“I heard you weren’t feeling well. Have you been sleeping? Did you get injured-” he begins listing off a million different things that could be wrong.

“Chill, it’s just a small cold, no big deal.” you reassure him.

“Well still…you work yourself too hard and it’s having an effect on your immune system.” he says disappointedly, “You can’t be a hero if you don’t take care of yourself, you’re as bad as kacchan, if not worse.” he shakes his head

He’s immediately making himself at home in your kitchen, preparing a soup and when you tell him there’s canned soup in the cupboard, he scoffs, “I’m making a vegetable soup that my Mum used to make for me when I was sick, it’ll do you much better."

"It's okay I-"

"No, buts. Go and relax on the sofa or have a refreshing shower. I'll bring it to you when it's done. Can't have one of my best suffering, can I?" he says as your eyes meet his and you can feel your cheeks heating up.

husband- Shoto Todoroki

So tender and caring when you’re sick

He knows exactly how to take care of you and honestly probably knew you were getting sick before you did.

Has Fuyumi look after the kids so he can focus fully on you.

“No don’t worry, I have everything covered. Kids are gonna stay with Fuyumi for a few days and she’ll make sure they’re all sorted." He says, tenderly rubbing small circles on your hand.

"Touya offered to take them in but I don’t trust our little girls not to come back with some dodgy hairstyle with spray-in hair colour.” He jokes, earning you a small laugh.

"Good choice." you smile as he checks your temperature again.

"Since the medicine, your fever's going down slowly. Do you want another peppermint tea?" He says softly as he looks over your face with concern.

"No, just want cuddles." you mumble and of course he obliges. He's instantly under the duvet, pulling you in close to him as he wraps both arms securely around you.

"You're not worried about getting sick?"

"Nothing will ever keep me away from you, much less a small bug." he tuts as if it's obvious, kissing the top of your head.

༄ m.list

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[kanmom51]

This is what knowing someone is all about

JM wasn't feeling well. But he soldiered on throughout that first day.

And at night, well, quite a sleepless one, looks like things jumped up a notch and not in a good way.

And to those that are watching and don't understand the dynamics of the two it might appear that JK is being a little distant perhaps. Definitley not too talkative. Not as much as they sure want him to be.

I will say this again - what we see is edited content. JK spent the whole day with JM, the night too. And not in silence. Surprisingly (NOT) even when the cameras were off, or perhaps, like I mentioned, conversations and interactions cut out.

Another example to the cutting and editing is the conversation we get at the 50:58 minute mark. It's quite obvious that this convo, that has to do with JM getting wacked in the nose overnight, happened after the whole interaction that we get to see at 52:54 minutes. In the latter JM is wiped out, just waking up, feeling like shit (hard to hide), while in the first JM is fully awake and conversational, probably feeling a little better than before. A little better perhaps, but well awake for sure.

Top that with the fact that we know those two and how they communicate with each other. At times no need for words. Eye contact, facial expressions, a touch at times, are enough for them to know what the other is saying or feeling.

In the wake of all that, we get the little interaction in the morning.

JK is aware of the cameras, he's telling the cameras - us - that JM is "dying right now". Meaning, he's feeling REALLY bad.

And JK wants JM to be better. He prepares the medicine for JM to take and gives it to JM.

But he doesn't force him. He doesn't argue with him.

He places it in JM's hand and leaves.

Allowing JM to decide if and when to take it.

And this, my friends is it.

This is how you know just how close they are. How much they know each other. Know if you can push, insist, and if so just how much to do so.

JK wants JM to take the medicine. He tells him he needs to take it, but he doesn't stand there waiting for him to, because he knows JM. He knows that there is a good chance that JM won't want to and he isn't going to argue about it with him.

And JM doesn't.

He places the medication back on the table without taking it.

Does he take it later on? We don't know for sure, I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't though. But even if he did, he did it in his own time of his own accord. JK standing over him insisting he take it at that moment would have been futile, and JK knew that!!!

Reminds me a little of JK during MOTS ON:E live online concert day 1, not rushing to JM when he was crying while doing his ments. Waiting for the camera to fan out, for his part to end, allowing him to go to JM and comfort him but in the way that JM will accept that comfort while on camera. This is how you know your person, love them, want to be with them, but at the same time allow them to be themselves, know them and how to be there for them on their terms, not yours.

JK wasn't being abrasive, he wasn't mocking JM or being uncaring. Quite the opposite.

While leaving JM to take the medication - well, to decide if to or not, he did what he can do - JK being a man of action. He went and built the stone tower. An unusually tall one.

And even if we don't know what his own wish was, seeing his remark to JM to make his wish, we can really kind of guess what it was!!!

[muikitoo]

Their favourite physical part of you!

Rottmnt x gn! reader

Warnings:

Includes both sfw and nsfw(not direct action) the nsfw only goes for the future versions of the turtles!

A/N:

I finally posted! Shocker i know. I didnt have any ideas but this js popped up cuz i used to love hc like these. I've never written for gn reader so pls give some tips, ty!

Sfw:

Donnie

- This dude likes your hands. He likes when you hold hands and how they fit perfectly in his.

- he LOVES to play with them too, especially when he has nothing to do or when hes stressed.

- Even tho he isnt big on physical touch, he LOVES when u hold his face. But i feel like he would actually enjoy it as long as it isnt unexpected or when hes irritated!

- he would probably try and sneakily hold ur hand around family without anyone noticing bc he will not hear the end of it (*cough cough* Leo.)

- probably zones out while watching u do anything with ur hands (paint, write, even fiddle with random stuff)

- you probably have him melting if u ever try and give his shoulders a gentle massage with your hands

- in short, he loves ur hands and holds them any chance he gets cuz hes touch starved af.

Bonus: you guys probably have some morse code and he taps his fingers a certain way if he feels uncomfortable and wants you to leave the room with him.

Leo

- i think its obvious he would like your hair.

- He loves playing with your hair when you guys are cuddling.

- will style your hair. Maybe even ask Mikey to join in too. Youll probably end up with atleast 50 hair clips by the end of it.

- if u have long pretty hair u bet he WILL DRAMATICALLY SOB once u cut it off, but he loves it regardless.

- melts and grins like an idiot if u dye it blue. Brags to his brothers about it.

- "guys look! See? See? They love me so much they dyed their hair blue!"

- low-key jealous u have hair..

- I also hc that he loves ur arms too!

- oh lord dont get me started on the arms. If you're a bit muscular and u start flexing/training he would be dead. Gone. In the grave.

- even so he would love to have you wrap your arms around him

- dude wants to be babied so badly

Mikey

- ADORES your smile and your eyes.

- he loves how your eyes lit up when youre excited. Or the way a smile keeps up on your lips when you talk about something your passionate about.

- your sweet giggles are heavenly atp.

- loves loves loves loves the way u praise him when he creates something.

- you have this boy head over heels.

- the way you look at him with complete love in your eyes makes him want to sob on the SPOT.

- you're so adorable he just wants to kiss u on the spot (cuteness aggression atp)

- he js wants to see you happy :(

Raph

- i feel like he would also like your hands. Theyre so small compared to his.

- Loves everything atp, tho he does get scared. Especially if you're smaller than him. Hes so scared that he'll crush you!

- probably likes your cheeks.

- bro would squish and cup them then just slightly nuzzle your noses.

- gets flustered when you cup his cheeks too

NSFW‼️ Aged up!

If you do not wish to see any of this, please exit!

Thighs, chest or ass?

F! Donnie

- if i have to be completely 100% honest? He doesnt care about any. At all. Just loves you.

- but if i had to give an answer for sake of these hc? thighs. No words. Just thighs.

- loves it when you crush his head between them.

- will grip your thighs, leaving slight marks but not enough to actually hurt you. He doesnt want that.

- loves leaving marks and kisses on them.

- if hes stressed because of a failed project, he'll just lay between your thighs in your shared bed. Occasionally giving a small nibble here and there.

- If you're wearing short shorts, good luck.☠️ Do not expect slow and passionate Donnie.

F! Leo

- all of the above.

- mostly an ass and chest guy.

- He would probably slap your ass occasionally, but not hard enough to hurt you. Again, he hates that.

- but if you beg him to do that? He'll be hesitant but if you beg hard enough he might.

- leaves bite marks.

- I did say he loves your arms and when you flex them, but he also loves your chest.

- your gender doesnt matter. He notices you panting and your chest rising up and down?

- Lord. This man does not know is he wants to dominate you or be dominated.

- Loves trailing teasing kisses and slight bites up and down your chest.

- Loves to cum on your chest and ass. He thinks you look so pretty.

- still wants to shove his face in your thighs tho

F! Mikey

- Again, he probably doesnt care either. He loves you regardless of your body.

- He just wants to make you feel loved.

- But again, for the sake of this - i think he'd be a chest and thighs guy.

- Loves laying on your chest, loves leaving kisses and bites.

- nuzzles his face either on your chest or on the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

- hes so sweet, but will shamelessly cum on your chest. Especially when youre giving him head.

- he loves your thighs, doesnt care if theyre small or big.

- he thinks theyre so soft<3

F! Raph

- Waist. And belly. Forget everything above, just waist.

- Again, bros scared he will crush you. Especially since hes much much much larger now.

- He really doesn't want to hurt you :(

- He loves to grab your waist. Its so tiny compared to his giant hands.

- Dont get me started with the belly. Chubby or not he loves squishing the soft flesh on your belly.

- covers it with his cum.

- He loves it.

Important!

I just wanted to say these are not meant to be accurate, these are js what i think the rise turtles would like physically! I struggled a LOT with mikey and raph.

[thepenultimateword]

Secret Santa 2023

For this year’s secret Santa I got @watercolorfreckles (I know you got mine too, but I promise I used a randomizer!) I’m sorry this is late, I’ve been traveling and just writing every chance I can get. I got a little overambitious and wrote several scenes instead of just one, so hopefully it doesn’t feel choppy and you like it!

"Hero's shy medic is the unsung and unappreciated glue that keeps the team together, magically repairing their every injury with her power to heal. What happens when Villain finds out how the hero's broken bones are always so quickly mending, and kidnaps the medic to utilize himself?"

Henchman was waiting in baggage claim when Villain arrived. His violet-dyed hair, thick mess of scars, and tall stature made him stand out against the crowd, but he still waved his whole arm over his head as Villain came through the doors.

Villain's glove creaked feelingless against his suitcase handle. This was getting tiresome. Probably for Henchman too. It was ridiculous that he insisted on picking him up from the airport every trip instead of looking for a new employer.

"Any luck?" Henchman said, seamlessly transferring Villain's bag into his own hand.

Villain's insides twisted. Maybe he should fire Henchman. That would force the underling to think about himself. Though Villain couldn't deny his reluctance to lose such loyalty. He wasn't sure he actually had the strength to enforce his own abandonment.

"Nah." He rubbed his numb hands together and forced a lighthearted tone. "Just another waste of money. I spent three weeks meditating away the damage, only for the so-called "power guru" to say I don't want to be healed. Apparently, if I did, I would have been able to banish the "bile" from my body."

Henchman gave the suitcase wheels a little bang against the ground. "Morons and scam artists.”

"Yes, well, it was a 50/50 shot in the first place. How's my bird?"

Henchman grimaced. "Still eating very little. She has stopped beating against her cage, but now she's very lethargic and despondent."

"You've tried cheering her up? Good food, nice things?"

"Yes, but she's not very chatty. Maybe we should have waited to get her until after your trip. This would have gone better with...some stability."

The automatic door swooshed open, and they stepped out into the chill winter air. Villain blew out a long cloudy breath and watched it disappear into the dreary, gray city landscape. Everything was so temporary. Here one moment, gone the next.

"The opportunity was too good," he said. "Besides, we couldn't leave her with our friend."

Hero had enough of an advantage without also having a decent healer on his side. No matter how many hits Villain divvied out, the heroic team always got back up unscathed. Perhaps without their golden goose, Villain could actually turn the tide. And maybe... Villain didn't want to get his hopes up, but maybe she could do something more too. He knew that Henchman knew that was the main reason he’d stolen her away in the first place. By this point he was just pretending to himself that there was a bigger purpose behind it all.

The crosswalk sign beeped its permission to cross the street, and Villain scanned the lot for Henchman's car, spotting its orangey paint job near the front.

"I am concerned she's been doing poorly this whole time. Why don't we stop by her enclosure first."

Henchman nodded and very kindly played along with the act that this was truly concern over an asset and not another cowardly excuse for himself. “I don’t think she’ll be very pleased to see you.”

She’s not going to help you.

“That’s alright.” Villain slid into the passenger seat. As Henchman loaded his suitcase into the trunk, he muttered under his breath, “I don’t have much left to lose.”

***

Villain called her Birdie.

Of course he knew her real title as Hero’s medic, but the nickname just encapsulated her so well.

So small. So skittish. Always flitting around the outskirts of a fight, the great folds of her medic’s cloak flapping at her sides like wings as she lighted briefly at each fallen party. The color was supposed to mark her as a noncombatant, take any targets of her back, but she had the instincts to remain wary always. Most villains didn’t follow the rules, and the gray was as likely to get her killed as not.

So why continue to wear it? Villain wondered, watching her through the one way glass of her cell's wall mirror. It was really more of a mini apartment than a cell--sitting room, bedroom, bathroom. The sitting room was the only room Villain could view into, but he doubted whether Medic knew that. Perhaps it was riskier to give a hostage so much blind space, but anyone worth keeping around couldn't be kept like any regular prisoner. Though, from the looks of it, Medic wasn't exactly grateful for the thoughtful accommodations.

She sat with her face buried in her knees, grey cloak nearly swallowing her little curled up body whole. He'd asked Henchman to prepare daily clothes changes, and the peeking green edge of sleeve implied she'd been taking them, but the cloak remained the same.

Villain moved around to the front of the cell and drew back the bolt on the otherwise regular door, taking a breath before swinging it open with a flourish. “Hello, Birdie.”

The woman leaped a little, head shooting up and fixing him in the inky black pools that were her eyes.

“Sorry for the delay." He locked the door behind him as casually as he could manage. "I’ve been out of town. But now we can finally chat."

Medic blinked then turned her chin into her shoulder.

Villain plopped down on the couch a couple feet away from her place on the rug. "Apparently you haven't been eating properly. Is the food not up to standard? Can I get you something else? Any favorite meals or treats?"

Medic didn't turn or respond.

"Hmm...what do birdies like. Worms?"

The healer's lip curled a little but still nothing.

"How about chocolate? Steak? Fruit tarts?"

Medic only tucked her chin tighter.

"Alright, I get it. The nice treatment doesn't work on you. Unfortunately, I don't have a mean treatment. Not for you at least. I can't asks favors from someone by relying on fear."

That got her attention. She still didn't unfold, but her eyes watched him sideways. Wary but curious. What could a villain need from a healer. He must have his own, so why her? She didn't need to speak for her thoughts to clutter the air.

"No, I can't just tell you," Villain said with a loud sigh. "You might go tell that precious hero team. I know you're quiet, but I don't believe for a second you're that quiet."

Medic swiveled her shoulders ever so slightly. "How...?"

Her voice was not so birdlike. Short yes, but like a rasped breath than a chirp. Still...

Villain grinned. "The very best of ways: by pretending I knew what you were thinking. Throw out a guess and you'll be right 80% percent of the time. That's also a guess by the way, I haven't actually researched the subject."

Medic retreated back into her cloak.

Darn.

Either he was totally unhumorous, or Medic was just that hard to entertain. Then again, she'd seemed interested by the prospect of a supernatural ability. She'd only clammed up again once she got the simple explanation for her question. She should've already known his Gift from the fights she'd witnessed, though he had held bad considerably this last year.

"You're not like other medics," he said, redirecting the conversation. "You have a Gift, don't you? And don't deny it, I've seen the recovery your patients. Scarless, rapid, perfect. One fight I saw a hero putting full weight on what, minutes previously, had been broken femur."

"And that's why you want me?" Medic squeezed her hands together, nails digging into the back of her knuckles like each word spoken aloud pained her. "Because I'm better than your medics? You want me to turncoat?"

"Not entirely. I took you because your good, yes. So good you've kept that ragtag trash hero team up and running way longer than it should have ever been allowed to go. Hero needs to be stopped."

Nothing.

"I'm going to the statue unveiling tonight." He watched her face closely. "I'm going to break it. And while I'm at it, break him."

"He's not that fragile," Medic said, her voice hushing a little further, and her brow furrowing.

"Ah, you know because you've tried?"

"I know because I' m his medic and I know how much treatment each fight requires." It came out quite a bit snappier than Villain expected and Medic must have realized it too because she set her jaw and looked away again. "I can't help you."

Villain pushed himself back to his feet. The declaration was firm, but hardly the denial of a truly devoted team member. Or maybe he was just reading to hard into things. Medic was shy. Maybe she wanted to make herself clear in as few words as possible. But if there was a chance only her fear was holding her back...

"I'll let you know how it goes," Villain said. With that, he made his way back outside the cell, bolting the door behind him with fumbling fingers. He flexed his hands a couple times, as if to warm them back to full function, but they felt as clumsy and disconnected as always. He shoved them gloved into his coat pockets.

Don't think about that. You have a hero to fight.

***

Villain couldn't feel his shoulders. He'd definitely overdone it. He'd overestimated his ability to fight with his arms as damaged as they were and he had relied too much on the power he'd been so careful to conserve.

He stumbled hard against Medic's door, sliding weakly to his knees. He didn't know why he came here. Henchman was probably having a fit searching for him after he'd bolted. Most of those heroes laid in shattered pieces at the scene. Or at least, parts of them did. Villain had found long ago that his Gift--the power to turn whatever he willed to stone--could be used strategically. The loss of limbs was usually enough to make a hero retire, no need to end a whole life. He wouldn't have minded ending Hero, but once again, the leader was the only one who escaped unscathed. Too this day Villain had only ever managed to take a pinky. It was a wonder no one found that suspicious.

Villain slammed his fist against the cell door, or more like tapped. He stifled a sob. “I don’t want to die.”

Not yet. Not without bringing down Hero’s deceit.

Villain strained to reach the bolt, fumbling it twice before finally jostling it outward. He practically collapsed onto Medic’s rug.

Dark spots clouded his vision but suddenly cool hands were running trails down his face.

“Villain?”

Medic?

No wait, the door…he needed to close…why was she still here?

“Uuughh…” Villain rolled into her knees. “It did not go well.”

“What did he do?”

“Besides use every other person as a shield?”

“I mean to your face.”

Villain squinted up into Medic’s dark eyes, so deep and concerned and…and infinite.

“My face,” he mumbled.

“Are these bruises?” Her fingers trailed a second time down his cheek. “It looks painful.”

“It’s in my face?” Villain barely restrained a wail.

“Villain,” Medic said firmly, her quiet rasp getting almost loud. “What happened? Do you need healing?”

Villain’s throat felt thick and swollen, too sticky to get out words. Of course he needed healing. But if she couldn’t help him…he didn’t know if he could take another failure. He didn’t know if his body could take it.

He extended his hand. When Medic only stared, he nodded at the black, fitted glove.

Medic’s thumb worked under the edge. Villain felt nothing but he imagined her fingers felt just as gentle as they had on his cheek.

She gasped.

Villain glanced at the bare skin for only a moment. The once caramel colored palm now a deep ebony. Like something rotten. Like something dead.

“Villain?”

Villain cleared his throat, fighting the words upward. “All powers have a price.” He forced himself to look at blighted appendage. “Mine’s is killing me.”

Medic turned his hand over in her own. “How long?”

“Always. It used to just be a little. Nails. Hair. Parts I could cut off. Then it hit skin…and it won’t stop. I can’t feel; I can hardly move. And no one…” He choked. “I’m going to die. All from trying too hard to rid the world of Hero, and I couldn’t even finish him tonight.”

Medic rested her fingers on the cuff of Villain’s sleeve, eyes meeting Villain's with some unspoken request for permission.

Villain nodded.

Medic's nimble fingers gently picked at the button, freeing the fabric and rolling it up to his elbow. Villain’s eyes widened along with hers. What had once had been dark veins was now as pitch black his hands. From the nothingness in his shoulders it was probably no different above the elbow.

Medic felt gently at the half-petrifaction. Most people, even his most loyal were afraid of the blight. Henchman was unfazed, but the previous medic had quit rather than admit they didn't want anywhere near Villain. And yet Medic touched him willingly.

“You can’t fix it, can you?” Villain said, practically plead. He didn’t care anymore. Even with the doubt in his gut and in his voice. He just needed help.

“I…I might…” Medic said.

“But Hero wouldn’t like it.”

Medic ducked her head. “It’s not that. Well, no…you’re right, he wouldn’t, but he wouldn’t have to know. And there are no specific rules that say I can’t heal a villain, it’s just…”

Villain blinked groggily up at her as she chewed her bottom lip.

“Like you said, all powers have a price.”

“And this one is too much,” Villain said.

“Yes, well, no. I don’t know.” She glanced toward the open door. “Maybe there’s a better healer…”

Villain closed his eyes, practically sinking with resignation. “No. Already tried. I don’t think I have the energy to search anymore.” He clasped numb fingers around his numb arm. “Or the time.”

A long silence stretched between them.

“It’s alright, Birdie. Fly away.”

It didn’t matter who she told now.

Medic pushed him carefully off her lap, clothes rustling as she rose. Two steps sounded toward the door way and then stopped.

“I’m not supposed to…but I’ll do it.”

Villains eyes shot open. “You will?”

Medic sucked in her lips but nodded. “Just…don’t tell.”

She knelt beside him, long gray cloak fanning out around her. The second glove peeled off easier than the first, and she held both hands in hers.

He’d always wondered what it felt it like to experience one of her gifted healings.

It was warm. Like drinking something hot. It spread from head to toe, and the numbness leeched out little by little. The skin lightened from black to charcoal from charcoal to heather grey from grey to brown.

Medic’s hands turned soft in his grip. He squeezed them lightly, his mouth parting in disbelief at the feeling of pressure of warmth of regular mobility. When he sat up, it came easy. Tears sprang to his eyes.

“You did it! You actually did it! Medic, you are—“

He stopped at the sight of her slumping figure. Sweat rolled down her temples, her face was flushed, and her teeth were grit as if in agony.

“Birdie?”

Medic only shivered.

“Birdie. Birdie, are you alright?”

Villain reached out, but she lurched back, stumbling toward the back corner. Veiny blackness spread from her fingertips, trailing up the creases in her skin. Her shoulders trembled. A small vein popped out of from her forehead. And she glared at the blight. Not like someone afraid of it, but like someone who’d like to peel it off and throw it away. Or burn it.

“No!” she cried and slammed both palms against the wall mirror with a feral cry. Immediately the glass crackled and, like a rolling wave, turned to cold, hard stone.

The black faded from dark ebony to a tan spot only

A few shades darker than her skin. She still glared.

Villain gaped. “You… That’s what I do. How did you do what I do? Did I…? Did you…?”

Medic’s eyes darted toward the door.

Villain jumped in front of it first. “Hey hey hey! I’m not going to tell!”

Another guess but apparently the right one because Medic’s shouldered untensed a fraction.

“I’m not going to tell,” Villain repeated. “I just… How?”

Medic wrapped her cloak tighter around herself. Her eyes had taken on a glazed shine suspiciously alike to unshed tears.

“It’s not exactly healing,” she murmured. “More like stealing. Taking injuries and making them mine.”

“The price.”

She nodded. “But this sort of injury…made from a Gift, it doesn’t work the same. It’s more like a build up of power concentrated in one place. And now that it’s mine…I can do what I like with it.”

Villain cocked his head. “And that’s…bad?”

“I don’t work for Hero,” Medic said. “I’m on the team because he’s supposed to watch me. Stop me from doing things like this.”

“Becoming too powerful?”

“Becoming a villain.”

Villain might have laughed if she didn’t actually look so scared. He took her hands carefully, savoring the sensation of skin on skin warmth once again. He fixed her with a hard stare that she seemed uncertain to hold or shy away from. He smiled, the first real one in a long time.

“What’s wrong with villains?”

Medic swallowed, looking away but not pulling back her hands. Her voice came out very quiet. “I guess…not everything.”

[kiwisofsharks]

he finds out that you vape m.m. 1610 & 42

summary: your best friend caught you smoking out your dorm window while he’s on patrol.

pairings: earth 1610! miles morales & earth 42! miles morales x gn! reader

warnings: not proofread and unedited, there will be uses of yn (idk why i put that as a warning), nicotine addiction, weeds, cussing,

earth 1610 miles morales

he will get mad at you.

miles will be giving you an hour long sermon of the cons and no pros of nicotine.

he’s mad but mile’s is just worried for your health and he’s showing it the best way that he knows; through lecturing you, like how his mom does to him.

he thinks its annoying when he’s on the receiving end but he finds it fun when he’s the one lecturing you.

will ask to try it once out of curiosity and have a high chance of developing into an occasional smoker.

he still lectures you when he catches you doing it too much or taking higher concentrations.

he tries to find you substitutes or distracts you with something else if he thinks you’re starting to develop an addiction/dependency to nic as a stress reliever.

“Y/n?”

you turned to your right and almost screamed when you saw miles at the fire escape beside your open window, “what are you doing here, morales? how did you get in there?!”

“that doesn’t matter, what is that?” miles interrogated you while he fits himself through your window sill. “where’s your roommate?”

“she’s in her other friend’s room to hangout,” you answered, discreetly hiding your vape from his view. “anyways, how’d you get out there? are you spiderman now or something?” you laughed nervously, deterring the topic from you.

“Yn, you vape?!”

“shhhhh! do you want me to get caught?”

“dios mío, yn…” miles paced from one corner of your room to another, his hand on his forehead like how an angry mother would. “do you know how bad vaping is for you? you remember that time when cigarettes were first invented and then 50 years later people are dying because of smoking? yeah, that’s about to be you in… dentro de cincuenta años!” he rambles, forgetting some words in english.

“ ay ay ay, yn…” he sighed.

“do you wanna try?”

“no, i don’t, yn.”

“it’s melon flavored,” you persuade him further, extending it towards him with a smile that you know makes him reconsider your offers even if he’s against it.

“just one hit.”

earth 42 miles morales

now this miles, while he’s still worried for you, he won’t scold you as bad as how earth 1610 miles would.

he’ll keep tabs on the concentration you’re taking, making sure that you’re not depending on it or getting too addicted to it.

he knows that someone like you who rarely lets loose might have a pretty little secret, he just didn’t expect that it would be this.

i don’t see him as someone who owns one as it can hinder his prowler business if he’s huffing too hard from the side effects but he sometimes ask for a hit.

“didn’t expect you to be the type to vape.”

you whipped your head towards your window, there sat your best friend; miles g. morales in all his glory, sat at your widow sill.

bugged eyed, you lowered your hand that was still holding the device close to your lips, as if you haven’t been caught red handed inhaling hit after hit while reviewing for the exams.

“don’t bother hiding it, muñeca. i already saw it.” getting inside your room, snatching the vape from your hands and flopping down onto your roommate’s bed.

he took as hit, “it tastes like that one probiotic drink that you always buy.” nodding to himself, he continues, “it hits harder than i thought.”

“yea, i wanted to try a higher concentration, didn’t make that much difference.”

“how much?”

“cinco,” you answered. popping the last c from the word.

“¿qué?”

[h5eavenly]

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・❥・Things you might have missed:

the sun and moon analogy:

part one "the sun":

"A strange feeling in your chest. You blamed it on the boy’s smile, it was as bright as the sun." (ch 35).

Y/N sees herself as this dark being that’s unworthy of being loved by Hyunjin because she sees him as the complete opposite of her. When they first meet in high school these thoughts aren’t as strong. She still sees him as someone filled with light and resembles the sun but it’s only when things grow darker in her life she sees herself unworthy of him.

"How could the sun possibly be attached to a dying speck of light?" (ch 35).

Even when Hyunjin looks at her with love she finds it unbelievable and thinks it must mean that he doesn't actually her darkness. which is why for a long time especially when they were younger she feels like she needs to hide this part of her from him. she can't show him how dark she actually is.

"like he doesn’t know the darkness that surrounded you. Was he blind or was he just not scared of you anymore?" (ch 24) .

part two "the moon":

"So, he learns to love you in silence, from a distance. Hyunjin learns to love the moon just for you while you convulsion in loneliness and yearn for him. Constantly missing the sunlight." (ch 50).

Hyunjin sees her as the moon, strong, beautiful and so distant. like something he could only admire from afar never allowed to touch and that's why he always ends up following silently. Just like how the moon is always there and it feels like you're chasing it without meaning to.

"He realizes he never really knew you, a part of you had always managed to stay hidden. Just like the moon. There was no moment in time when he had all of you and so he resents you." (ch 50)

Again resembles how she always hid part of her that she thought was too dark to show him and it resembles how she sees herself, something that doesn't have light in their being it doesn't emit from her.

"How kind of the sun to lend its light to the moon, tinged with warmth. Apprehensively there is room for you to shine. It is thanks to him, you exist." (ch 59)

At the end she realizes she doesn't need to be someone who has light emitting from her and instead there's nothing wrong with having him lending her some of his light. at the end of the day her darkness doesn't scare him away and instead he is there to help her shine through everything.

summer and winter:

"summer remains in Hyunjin, in his smile and the dip in his cheeks, in the crinkling sides of his eyes when he’s happy and the scent of his bodywash." (ch 50).

summer is Y/N's favorite season and summer is her happiest season. she meets hyunjin during the summer and starts tying it with him. and even with his scent, since summer is the peak peach picking season. she even imagines her wedding to be during summer.

yet everything bad that happens to her is during winter like her dad cheating for the first time and everything that went down with seungmin and her worse stages of yearning for hyunjin are during winter as well.

"Despite the bitter winter you feel the warmth of sun seeps into your being when you take his hand in yours. It’s as sweet as peaches and embraces you in overwhelming comfort. a peaceful buzz that settles through the center of your heart, a fresh new color, so bright and foreign but more than anything welcomed." (ch 53.)

hyunjin forgiving her and deciding to give her a second chance is the first happy moment that she gets to experience during winter. therefore breaking the cycle of miserable winters.

smaller things:

Hyunjin smoking: after Y/N and hyunjin break up the first time he changes a lot almost becoming a whole different person and quits smoking. He only starts again after Y/N is back in his life and without meaning to he starts falling back into his older habits as his emotions are climbing back to the surface. Like falling into the cycle of denying his feelings and refusing to talk about them like when he was a teenager.

Dying his hair: he dyes his hair in pathetic attempts to regain self control. like trying to prove to himself that he still has power and Y/N doesn't have the same power she used to have on him (she does)

why is it called carousel:

they keep going around and around each other like a carousel constantly chasing each other and never meeting in the middle and also because their love felt like being stuck on a carousel ride that never ends it starts out fun but becomes dreadful the longer it takes bc it's filled with miserable events as well.

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[littleplantfreak]

Self care nights with (some) of the Furin/Shishitoren boys

Boys included: Choji, Togame, Umemiya, and Kiryu

Inspired by me putting on a face mask and going "but what if there were boys with me"

Tomiyama Choji

-Choji's a little too pumped for self care night when you have to remind him it's supposed to be relaxing. He'll let you give him a manicure but he's twitchy when he sits for a while so I hope you have the hands of a surgeon otherwise there's a lot of cleaning up with the nail polish remover.

-He's the type to eat the cucumber they put on your eyes at the spa lmao a trip to the store for snacks in necessary. It's better to get him one of those cute masks that make you look like the animal on the package.

- Asks too many questions when you're watching dramas/movies together. There's a 50/50 chance he knocks out during the best part.

Togame Jo

- I wanna have a self care night with him soooo bad it's not even funny. He'll do whatever you ask him to whether it's playing with your hair or tracing your back and he just does it for however long you want him to? You'll get no complaints from him he's just vibing.

-Loves if you play with his hair too. It's super soft and it's even better if you do a hair mask with him. Put one of the peppermint ones on him and he's in heaven tbh.

-Set up a few candles and chill in the tub with him too if you're comfortable with it. He'll get a bit handsy when he's washing you but he behaves for the most part. Gives you those big ol' loverboy eyes when you reciprocate and start washing him too (i dont have any pics of him rn but I can see him in my mind's eye) They make you wanna kiss him senseless.

Umemiya Hajime

- Is used to these kinds of things since he takes part when the kids at the home and Kotoha have had nights like these in the past.

-He likes to try to keep his hands in good condition despite the ever present dirt from gardening and calluses from fighting. He's so good at mani/pedis he could do it for a living.

-Also his hands are fantastic at massages. If you're ticklish though expect him to graze your worst spots for fun. Making you feel good AND getting to hear you laugh? He's not passing that up for anything. Will smooch random places on your shoulders or back while he's working the knots out.

-Ume also likes to take baths with his s/o. If it's a bubble bath he makes beards or silly hats with the bubbles. He loves smelling like you after he uses your bath products btw.

-Snuggling on the couch and playing video games is ideal for him. His island in animal crossing is impressively made and full of every fruit and flower and plant you could want. Expert collector of things in his museum too (swooning)

Kiryu Mitsuki

- He also plays games with you but that's just normal for him.

- Great at dying hair and doing cute new hairstyles on you. He's super into skincare and makeup stuff so anything you want done to yourself, feel free to do for him as well. He has no problem with you trying new makeup looks on him or painting his nails wild colors and patterns.

- Doing DIY/craft stuff with Kiryu is a must. Bring on the legos, paints, and crafting kits he's ready for anything.

- If you're at his place he'll let you try on whatever clothes he has in his closet for fun. Might just eat you up what with how cute you look in them though so watch out.

[witheringwidgetwrites]

If I may do a request, how would the Brothers/Datables help out an MC who’s sick?

totally nonny' thanks for your request!! ♥️

This is based off of just general sickness, maybe food poisoning or a common cold, whichever.

tw for vomit? that should be it

LMK if yall wanna see the younger brothers!

LUCIFER

As soon as you start to grow on him, you come down with some sort of human sickness. Before now, he couldn't be bothered to help you himself, but when he finds you feverish, and your skin sticky, he's regretful that he can't stay longer.

50/50 chance of him having you rest in your own bed, or resting in his study on the couch so he can watch over you. Regardless of if he's having one of his brothers watch you, he definitely comes in to check on you every 1-2 hours.

Makes sure you're loaded with fluids, checks your temp every 6 hours, definitely finds medications for you, Tylenol, ibeauprofen, whatever he thinks is best.

As you grow even closer, he lets you rest in his room. you're more likely to go undisturbed, and his sheets are a mix of satin and silk, very comfortable. Ends up insisting on it so his brothers can't bother you.

Overall, 7.5/10. He is quick to help, but can't tend to you at all really. You don't have to ask him for anything either.

MAMMON

He takes you on your first initial date, and kisses you your bedroom goodnight. He's almost overly kind and romantic, his face flushed the entire time. You get food poisoning from the restaurant.

H finds out when he's burst into the bathroom and you're sitting on the floor next to the toliet, one hand pushing your hair back and the other on the toilet brim.

Even if you aren't super close, he'll hold your hair back. He's just more delicate if you're in a relationship. Also more scared and worried for you.

Gets quickly roped into a holistic therapy wellness pyramid scheme. He saunters in with a look that says, 'i am your savior, bow to me' and surprisingly it makes things worse because you have a slight allergic reaction. He feels awful.

Kind of panics at first, you'll have to explain that you're not dying. He brings up the prospect of seeing the TOP doctor of Devildom almost every hour. Diavolo wouldn't mind and you both know it.

Probably kicks back with you in your room, his hands shake a little when he tried to be forward and move your hair out of your face. Definitely is outright to ask what you need.

Overall, 5/10. Wastes money on the scheme but it's from a good place. You also have to ask him for what you need. But it can be a little annoying when you have snot hanging from your nose while he stares at you, and you have to specifically ask for a tissue.

LEVIATHAN

You had been fairly close friends for a couple months at this point, and it was obvious to everyone around you that he had the hots for you.

The one time he leaves his room, he comes to find you after you didn't answer his text, self deprecating thoughts loomed in the background and were quickly about to make him change his mind until he heard heavy breathing

"MC, you okay?" "Yeah sure, you can come in."

He found you sitting by the floor with a trashcan in front of you, leaning forward with both elbows propped up on the can.

During your sickness, he's got no qualms about asking Satan for help. He's quick to find medicine, wether it be from a nearby human novelty shop or from Lucifer, he's definitely averting his eyes while he hands it to you.

He offers to leave, but is elated when you ask him to stay with you. You see a small smile poke at his cheek. He sits next to you while you lay there, but turns his face away when you start to heave, and rubs your back out of instinct.

Overall, 6/10. He'll do almost anything you ask. But you have to ask. He will go out of his way to get you back to feeling better if he can though.

[barrenclan]

So I've been re-reading the entire comic to find clues on who's dying and I've concocted this very big theory on what's going to happen (though there's a big chace I'm just reading to much into it becuase I'm paranoid).

ASSUMING RAZ DOESN'T JUST WIPE OUT ALL OF OF BARRENCLAN.

So first of all, Pinepaw will get killed by Deepdark, OR, he will join Defiance in a similar situation as Rainhaze. Hear me out, Rainhaze and Pinepaw have been compared to one another a lot, Cypressfoot mentions how Rainhaze was adventurous and curious like Pinepaw, he seems to have been the closest of his siblings to Rainhaze, they both brought doom to Barrenclan (and more comparisons I can't remember right now). Maybe Ranger will gaslight Pinepaw into joining Defiance out of guilt like he did Rainhaze. Or maybe the parallels were just to show how they both bught danger to Barrenclan

Nightberry will get killed by Sulfur. However I suspect that the foxes will kill one more cat, though I'm not sure who it could be.

Mallowstar is dead already rip

I think Prowl will kill Blacknose and/or the kits. Because when Cormorantpaw was playing with the kits he said there's a big WOLF who's gonna get them. But I don't think Raz has the heart to kill babies, so maybe just Blacknose.

One of the toxic sisters is going to die, only one, Beeface or Plumstripe, one finally up beats the other, but cannot be happy about it. I think it will be Plumstripe and she will be killed by a reptile, to show that Beeface's "obsesióo" with crawling things could have saved Plumstripe.

Slugpelt will die BUT she will take Rainhaze with her, for revenge for her daughter. Let the poor woman have one win before her death. Also based on the post you made "You're killing it,stop biting it's stopped moving etc..."

I think Daffodilpaw will live (assuming again you don't just kill them all"), completing her arc about finding meaning in her life besides what the clan will tell to.

Redpelt will live, gaining the courage and determination she needs to lead her clan and save the few remainder members. Completing her arc of personal growth.

Hopefully Cootstrom dies, if she does I think it will be Deepdark himself who kills her. The one who believed in the survivance of Barrenclan through it all, dies by the hand of the thing that came to destroy it. Maybe she realizes she was wrong all along, or dies to stubborn to change her mind.

Cormorantpaw is surviving, and not only that, I think he will kill someone from Defiance. I think it will be Sulfur (or Chlorine) because the weasel corpse his dad handed him as a kit had vaguely fox colors? (or maybe I'm reading to much into it). Either way, he is surviving, killing a Defiance member, but losing someone (or everyone) he loves yet again, everyone leaves him... Also if he survives he will probably take care of the kittens and become a good dad (he's good with kittens afterall).

I think Egrettail will die, but she has a 50% chance of it. Beeface/Plumstripe, Rainhaze and Cypressfoot also have a high risk of dying.

I think someone important from Defiance will die, maybe the ones I mentioned earlier or just another one. Not Deepdark tho.

Also some other theories:

I think the reason Deepdark want to destroy Barrenclan is because they escaped Longest-Claws' massacre. He wants to finish what he started. He defeated Longest-Claws, made a group better than his, and over all surpassed him in every way, the prey became better than the predator. He needs to destroy what he couldn't in order to absolutely impose his dominance over every creature, establish himself as death itself.

Based on the fact that there's one issue called "Time is a circle", I think there will be a loop, history will repeat itself. Based on everything I'm theorizing (or over-analyzing), a small part of Barrenclan will escape, with the kittens, but pinepaw will join Defiance eaten by guilt, in a desperate attempt to save what's left of his clan, and gaslighted by Ranger (who after Rainhaze's death needs another being to play and bend to his will) he will join Defiance and end up in a similar situation as his uncle. What Barrenclan does next I'm still not sure. But, eventually, many moons or years afterwards, a curious kit from the surviving Barrenclan will start looking for the secret history of his clan, and history will repeat itself...

That last one I think is very improbable (I think Pinepaw is more likely to die than anything else), but it will be (̶n̶o̶t̶) fun if I'm right.

Anyways that are my theories, I can't wait to be wrong on all of them :p. (*pulls out death bingo card)

What a powerful arrangement of theories! I have to say, I am majorly flattered by how much wonderful and introspective thought this comic has inspired in people. It feels very nice to know that y'all care so much about my silly little kitties. :] And I hope you're satisified with where I take the story in the end!

[sadesluvr]

CAT AND MOUSE. (V)

Miguel O'Hara x Black Cat! F! Reader Warnings: Physical violence (restraints, blood, gunshots) and hospitals A/N: Almost there! Shorter chapter, but I swear the finale will be worth it... Not completely proofread! PREVIOUS CHAPTER | READ ON AO3 | SERIES MASTERLIST

CURRENT DAY 

Your body was limp. It ached. 

At least that’s what you thought initially.  

After the ache came a consuming numbness; like you could feel your bones and ligaments move about in your skin, but it wasn’t yours. You couldn’t talk, breathe even, only watch; watch as some familiar and some contorted faces surrounded you, staring at the spectacle you’d made of yourself.  

The last thing you remembered was being held down, thick metal tentacles pressing you against the wall as the man in a lab coat and goggles demanded of his goons that they take aim at you. You were trapped; physically, mentally, quite literally fighting a losing battle as you squirmed and writhed under his grip, trying to muster the last of your energy to fight back. You were usually someone who was good at remaining calm under pressure, years of escaping situations within an inch hairs of your life  

As cliche as it sounded, curiosity was going to kill the cat. 

The first gunshot struck you, the metal bullet ploughing into your arm and tearing through ligaments, emitting a burning feeling from your neck right onto your fingertips. Truly, you didn’t know how someone had missed, but you wished he hadn’t, solely because you couldn’t endure the current throb that was pulsating on the left side of your body.  

Was this the end? Was this how you were going to go, dying at the hands of one of the city’s worst criminals, all because you wanted a little bit of attention? Even if you’d done the right thing, it’d all been over a man – a Spider-Man of all people. How you longed to return to the days when you were bad, focused on doing everything for your personal gain and no-one else...it was all so much simpler.  

A swift gust of air blew over you, and you’d thought you were in the midst of an Asencion. Peace washed over you, only to be met with the sensation of your soul, once again, leaving your body.  

This time at 100MPH at 50 foot in the air. 

Clung to a chest. A very strong chest. 

The last thing you remembered was glancing up, your vision blurry, but just enough to make out the concerned brown eyes of Miguel O’Hara. 

Miguel couldn’t remember the last time he’d punched someone so hard. Once he’d made the careful arrangement of placing your limp body between the handlebars and Jess’ chest, he’d watched as someone took control of his body. He never usually went too far when doing villains damage; they were going to be locked up for eternity and didn’t feel like dealing with a dead body – but something about the way Doc Ock had held you down had made him feral.  

Punches had reigned down like a fury, blood spilling onto his suit as he did. It didn’t matter anyway, his suit wasn’t made of fabric after all, and so the crimson liquid shed meant virtually nothing. A suit could be replaced; coded and upgraded, but you couldn’t. And so, he’d gone crazy, pupils shrunk as he withdrew his teeth from the man's neck, still finding the energy within him to give him a final few throttles as Jess yelled at him to calm down. 

Not that he could hear her that well, though. 

All he could think about was you; just how pathetic and angered he was to watch yet another person he loved be stripped away from him so callously. Losing Gabi may have been entirely his own doing, but this was different. This was all you – or was it? – or the ‘canon’ - in truth he didn’t truly know anymore, but he knew he had a chance to save you, to keep you alive even though you mightn’t have been the same.  

And yet, with all the worry in his heart, he still found himself completely frustrated with you. Why were you so stubborn? Why had you deliberately put yourself into harm's way? Was it just for attention? Just for him? 

“It’s a detonator,” Jess hummed as she logged something in her watch. “That baby has enough horsepower to blow up the entire city.” 

“What does the Black Cat need with a detonator? Was she working with Doc?” he replied, side eyeing Jess. He wasn’t naive, but the idea of you liaising with someone like Doc Ock made him sick. 

Jess drew in a breath.  

“Doubt it, but you can never really tell with her...” she began before cocking her head. “But I think you know her much better.”  

He didn’t answer. 

“She’s at the General Hospital on 7th Avenue,” Jess continued, placing a supportive hand on his back. “I can call on Ben to help us clean up. You go and look after her.” 

“Váyase a casa, Jess. Necesita pasar tiempo con su familia.” [Go home, Jess. You need to spend time with your family.] He replied. “I’ll take it from here.” 

She let out a heavy sigh, her bottom lip catching between the gap of her teeth. “Miguel, you don’t -- Nevermind.” she finished abruptly, standing down. Jess had given him that sympathetic look far too many times before, and at this point he was more than aware of what it meant. None of this was your fault. It wasn’t your responsibility to pick up the pieces. 

But it was. You’d done this for him, all because in a fucked up way, he’d inspired you to be better.  

He watched with bated breath as he stood over you, observing your drowsy form as he watched you stir; your forearm wrapped in a tourniquet. That side of your suit had been ripped to treat the wound, and Miguel couldn’t help but feel himself run hot (it really wasn’t the time for it) at the sight of the soft, exposed skin between your armpit and breast. It was as if you were revealing yourself to him completely. 

Hurriedly, he tried to find the words before he anticipated you’d wake. A ‘hello’ would simply not cut it, and in truth he’d never been great at the witty punchline thing. Where was Peter when he needed him? 

A soft groan came from below him, and he glanced down to look at you. Your lips were parted, albeit slightly dry, and your eyes took a while to adjust as they fluttered open, wide ring as they locked onto the towering form above. 

“Oh shit…” you mumbled. “Am I dead?” 

“No.” 

“Why are you here?” You said, cocking your head. “ Where am I? My head hurts…” 

“The hospital. You were in a fight.” Miguel replied bluntly, swiping his tongue over his lips before breaking his gaze once again. 

“I was?” 

“Ay, coño! The detonator. You stole it from Otto…” He sighed. “He tried to kill you.” 

Miguel could see you visibly shrink, but you were so pumped full with anaesthetics that he couldn’t tell if you were fully comprehending all he was saying. He was half expecting a snarky comment, perhaps even something blatantly suggestive, but didn’t receive the latter nor the former.  

“I’m sorry.” Was all you said in a raspy cadence. 

“Don’t be,” Miguel began, shifting his gaze as he looked down at you; his brown eyes softening. “It was stupid to do it alone, but had you not intervened, a canon event could’ve been broken.” 

“Look at that...” you chuckled with a sniff. “I’m a hero...B-But where is he now?” 

“Don’t worry,” Miguel replied. “He’s taken care of. You need to focus on getting better, I’ll be back again tomorrow to check up on you.” 

“What?” 

“Our medics are more advanced,” he said flippantly. “It’s not safe here. You’re still wanted, Otto has more friends than you’d imagine.” 

You hummed, your head feeling light and yet somehow bulging, as if you’d retained enough information for the day. You were sure it would make sense in due time. Briefly, Miguel opened his mouth to speak, shifted his feet but decided not to say anything, instead pursing his lips and giving you a small nod. 

Even through your high, you could tell that you were in love with him. And he loved you. 

“Thank you...” you said softly, body feeling weak as you began to drift off to sleep.  

“No me agradezca, I’m not a hero,” [Don’t thank me] he sighed, taking one last glance at you. “Pero lo hice porque te amo.” [But I did it because I love you.] 

Taglist: @fries11 @honeyluvsatj @saturnknows @vancehopper1987 @youngestxhearts

[goingmerryfics]

Wow I really love your writing Style 🥰😍 your mute writing is amazing. Would you do reader having a dating night with Kid and Killer?

Date Night w/ Kid & Killer

Content: Gender Neutral reader, no NSFW :)

Notes* Thank you so much for the compliment! Kid and Killer seem to be really popular and honestly I totally get it. Hope you like this!

Kid

When Kid is passionate about something, he doesn’t half ass it. He goes full throttle

So during your relationship, he tries to keep you happy as much as possible while still being his sour self, of course

While you try to give him the benefit of the doubt, there are times where you feel like you’ve been put on the backburner in place of his ambitions, so you have to find a way to express this to him without it sounding like an attack or else he’s probably going to take it the wrong way

Luckily, the one thing you’ve been learning while dating each other is how to communicate

So when you eventually bring up that you two haven’t done anything in a while and you miss your date nights, Kid secretly sets course for Sabaody Park

“Don’t worry, I know just where to take you.”

The smirk makes you nervous, but he won’t tell you where you’re headed no matter what

It’s perfect- the thrills, the food, the games- it’s the best place to head for, since it’s like a little break for the crew as well

You two head off, and hopefully you like roller coasters because that’s what he’s headed for first. Anything that will toss you around- he loves it. It’s like sailing in a storm, but with less of a chance of dying

If you aren’t so much into the loops and twirls at 50 miles per hour, he’ll kick back on the ferris wheel and watch you with a smile as you point out the view

He’s actually shitting himself up there though, but he hides it well

He’ll cheat on any games he can to win you a prize

If he can’t win, he’ll steal it

Either way, you two end your day grinning ear to ear, hand in hand

Killer

It’s Killer’s idea to prompt a date night between the two of you

You’ve been seeing each other romantically for a while now, but date nights are usually hard to schedule in-between the duties you both have on the ship

Eventually he manages to get a free couple of hours and he immediately comes to find you

You’re finishing up your chores when Killer grabs you in a hug from behind

He leans up towards your ear and whispers,

“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done

You had no idea what to expect, but you finished up quickly- any time you could spend with your boyfriend was worth rushing for

When you finally met him in the kitchen, he was busy cutting carrots and seemingly prepping for a meal

When he spots you, his mask is askew and he’s chewing on something

Snacking as he cooks

He didn’t expect you to be done so quickly, and he’s a bit disappointed that he couldn’t surprise you with dinner

But you’re not upset at all- you quickly grab an apron and come to his side to help

Now that the two of you are working together, meal prep and cooking goes a lot faster than it would have if Killer had done it himself

Despite the fact that you two wouldn’t stop kissing each other 

And wiping sauce on each other’s faces

Finally, when dinner’s done and you two are seated to eat, Killer lights a candle and takes your hand in his

He expresses how, even if you two don’t get much time together, he still values your relationship and you

The two of you start a tradition to find each other at meal times and continue cooking with each other

[xq1zi]

nothing more, nothing less

warnings: angst no happy ending, rushed ,not proof read, and english not first language!

word count: 1.4k

A/N: hope this makes sense!

you couldn't believe how quickly they let everything go to their heads. what would the point in staying if you obviously had no opinion on the matter.

once school was over you went down to the gym like you did every afternoon for the past couple months. but before meeting with the team you went to the girls locker room to go change. into your tracksuits to be more comfy.

you noticed that someone elses school clothes are there. didn’t have much time to dwell about it since you did have to go to the gym quickly. you left then heard some small commotion coming from the gym so you did a quick sprint to go see whats its about. when you got there, some of the team surrounded another person.

but of couse kenma did not join the group but just stood the side and kuroo following his lead.

“hey guys whats the big fuss.” they both looked at you and kuroo began to speak. “im pretty sure we got a new manger.” now the clothes in the locker room made sense. “ohh so who is she?” you replied. “not sure, haven't gotten a chance to ask since you see the team is very excited.”kuroo started to get just a little bit annoyed by now. “i'm guessing she's very pretty then. kenma doesn't look too happy.” you express.

“i just want this over with and go home already.” typically of him. so you call the team over to start practice. “guys!! come on we have to get to practice you can meet the new manger later on your own time.” the rest of them awed,and finally got started.

the new manager came over to the sideline and you two started a conversation. she was a first year student and named airi. she was a cute girl as far as you can tell. but also a very pretty girl. break time came, you went to go show how to prepare the teams waters.

“[name] wouldn't it be easier to make the teams waters all the same?” airi questioned. “yeah it would be, but i think as much they work hard so this is my way of just helping them” and it's true they work hard and you just wanted them to know that they care and sees them for the great team they are. as you go back to the gym to hand them their waters they are trying to get to the newly manager. even kuroo was joining in the fun.

“kenma, you’re not gonna go over there and try to intoduce yourself?” you asked him. “no not right now, they’re all gooning over her. plus i think you’re better no matter what.” he shrugged. you and kemna were mutuals growing up. you two didn't have anything to talk about when we went over to his house.

not like you wanted to be there. your mother missed her friend so you were at kenma’s house more than often. It was only the year before you and him went to middle school that you talked. thanks to kuroo who wanted to include you as much as possible. you two met by accident when he came over to drag kenma to play with him. but found awkward people dying of silence.

whenever you tried to ask kuroo why he even invited you to things when you barely knew him. and ever more so tried to make a friendship between two people bloom when there was a 50% of it failing. he just always said. “i just had a feeling and went with it” and you are glad he did because he and kenma are the most important people in your life.

break time was over and they resumed back to practice. before you knew it was over. everyone does their part and puts everything away. it seems as if they were trying to get it over with instead of complaining about it like usual. once they were done they practically trampled the new manager. “guys! how are you ever let her speak if you never let her get a chance too?” kuroo had yelled at the team.

“yeah, let the poor girl say something you vultures,” you pointed out. “haven't you noticed that she hasn't even gotten a sentence in.” they realized their mistake and let her talk. she had answered all the questions she could remember being basically being thrown at her. when all of them realized that she wasn't walking home in any of their directions they had all dramatically sighed.

“[name] lets go home already there is no point in staying any more.” kenma whined a bit just wanting to go home and play his games. “okay, kurro! come on, let's go home!” you waved him down as he was talking to the others. the three of you walked home like any other day.

“man, that new manger really has the team wrapped around her finger.” kurro stated. “yeah no kidding, poor girl she was helpless against the rest.” you laughed. to be far it took you some time for the rest of the team to warm up to you. you guess that they've been around you so much they didn't waste time getting to know her.

“kenma, whatcha think? you think she was that cute.” kurro teased him. “she’s okay i guess i wasn't really paying attention.” spoken in true kenma from. you and kurro talked the rest of the way back home and kenma saying a few words here and there. once you were home you went to bed and slept soundly.

it had been two months since airi came to the team and she fit in really well. a bit too well if you asked yourself. you noticed how everyone would treat you like you newbie almost. it was starting to become unfair. first, they had asked airi if she could make their water now on.

then, it was them only spending them with her. you couldn't help feel jealous, like who wouldn’t? the one that hurt most was with kenma. it had taken you years to get close to him.

now she's all buddy-buddy with him. to be honest you did start acting a bit rude. you just couldn't take it anymore. being treated like they barely knew you hurt.

airi had asked you if you would do something for her. you replied a bit harshly. “yeah, sure whatever.” kurro didn't like your little outburst and told you to be more nicely. how embarrassing being told off but kurro when you didn't do anything wrong? you're just in a bad mood, that's all. but that bad mood will stay for a while.

getting worse after kenma and kurro telling you they couldn't hang out because they were already out with airi. what a joke you’ve obviously been replaced. when you told your concerns to them once you three finally hanged out. they brushed you off and told you not to worry.

your breaking point had come and one day when airi came into the locker room you snapped. you told her off but nothing too serious. she left the room crying, you stood there thinking about what you just did. you ran after her but it was too late she had already told the team.

they all looked at you, you didn’t know what to say the air was heavy. “hey look airi im sorry..” you said sincerely. “[name] sorry isn’t enough is it true were you about to hit her?” kurro stopped you mid sentence. “what..? what are you talking about..” confused and scared about what they are thinking about you.

of course she blew it out of proportion. that’s not fair. nothing, it's fair. you guess all this time you were just a team manager. because they aren’t even letting you talk. when coach came he was filled in and unfortunately he had to suspend you from participating in team management. kenma went to go talk to you to see what even happened.

“[name], why would you even raise your hand at

her. she didn’t do anything.”

“kenma are you really saying that you believe her? i didn’t try to hit her! don’t you believe me?”

“well you have been acting kinda rude to her and us the last couple of weeks.”

“wow you don’t even know why i’ve been acting like this even when i told you too?” you were hurt at that statement.

“don’t be like that, you were just jealous.” he calmly replied.

“jealous?! no i’ve been angry that i’ve seem like i’ve been replaced! you know what kenma this isn’t worth my time.” and with that you left. you didn’t bother coming back after. your suspension from the team. it was clear to you who they believed.

hey!! this is my first fic in a while sorry it’s rushed but i just need to get this out to get my motivation started.

[lady0ctavia]

Hetalia Kiss Headcanons (2p!Allies)

Headcanons on how the 2p!Hetalia characters would kiss their S/O, as well as who I think would initiate your first kiss as a couple~

2p!America: Allen is very mischievous and cocky. With a similar "do or die" attitude to this 1p! counterpart, his kisses are more forceful and abrupt. The difference is that Allen will crash his lips onto yours with little regard to whether or not you're prepared. He'll even go out of his way to surprise you with a kiss on the lips, holding you tightly by the waist as he uses his tongue to beg for entrance. Kisses that are full of desire and lust. He just loves to see you shocked and breathless at the end. And when the two of you are alone, you can bet neck kisses are going to be a thing. Here's hoping you brought a scarf to cover up those love bites. If it wasn't already obvious, he'd be the one initiating a first kiss.

2p!England: Oliver's kisses are not only sweet in emotion and how they feel, but in taste as well. His lips taste like one of the many sugary sweets he whips up on a daily basis. Like cake batter and frosting with a possible hint of the metallic taste of blood. He gets positively giddy when you two kiss, and you can feel his lips curl into a smile upon yours. When he's in an especially good mood he'll take your face in his hands and pepper your face with kisses. When in public he might hold back a little, and I mean only a little. And I'd say it's 50/50 as to who initiates the first kiss. He may hold back to see if you're comfortable, but there's also the chance he'll get so carried away in his emotions that he'll just kiss you outright.

2p!France: François... Oh, François my beloved. This really depends on the nature of your relationship. If you're keeping it casual, his kisses would be more lustful and demanding, as if to say, "You. Me. Bed. Now." And he'd have no qualms about shoving his tongue down your throat. This is a guy who doesn't really believe in love and instead operates on lust when it comes to human intimacy. But if your relationship is more serious, his kisses would still be firm, but they'd be brief, with him still lingering over your lips, as if he's unsure how to navigate kisses fueled by genuine love. Whoever initiates the first kiss would depend entirely on his mood. If he's in a lustful haze, he'd initiate. But if he's just... Being his usual, depressed self, you'd have to initiate.

2p!Russia: Kissing? What even is kissing? Okay, so it's not like Viktor hasn't heard of kissing before, but it's probably one of the furthest things from his mind. So obviously you'd have to be the one to talk to him about it and even one day be the one to try and initiate that first kiss between you two. I feel like his lips feel very cold, almost like ice. At first, he'd find kissing to be a little uncomfortable, but he'd eventually warm up to the idea. But kisses would still be extremely rare. But when he does kiss you it will either be on the top of your head, forehead, or a chaste peck on the lips. Because of the rarity of the kisses, you know that if he's kissing you, it's because he truly does love you (that or he's dying, I dunno).

2p!China: Okay, I'm gonna be real here. Zao seems like a bit of a mixed bag to me. I feel like he'd be more affectionate than his 1p! counterpart, but not particularly in public. He'd give you a kiss on the cheek in public, but that's it. At home he's probably a bit more lax about affection, kissing you off and on throughout the day. Maybe being a little more flirty and silly when it comes to kissing, with his kisses making you smile while also feeling like your chest is on fire. And he'd be the one to initiate the first kiss. (I literally tried so hard here, but I just don't have a good feel for his character at all).

2p!Canada: James also my beloved. James isn't the best at showing how he feels, especially in the romance department. His kisses often end up being little pecks on the top of your head or forehead. He'd kiss your temple as well, but after a peck, he'll sort of linger there with an arm around your shoulders. Kisses on the lips are usually reserved for when the two of you are alone, mainly because he can be fairly reserved when it comes to affection. But dang those kisses fill you with a sense of love, security, and warmth like you've never felt before. And, if he's in the mood, the kisses can be a little more intense and forceful, but he wouldn't try and push you into anything you aren't comfortable with. As such, it would be on you to initiate that first kiss, as he's a little worried he may accidentally scare you off.

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 21]

I've already said how weird this whole situation is from Joris's pov, but imagine dying, being given a new body with a way smaller brain and no speech yet, as well as no object permanence, and having to comprehend while in this condition, that your brother, who spent the last 50–80 years trying to hunt you down and make you into a coat, just saved your son from being blown up, and is now dying.

But you lack the brain capacity to understand any of that. Or remember any of that history.

You just know that he's hurt, badly, and that you don't like seeing him in pain.

Joris knows now, that for an ecaflip demigod, it's not that big of a deal to die. At least not the first time.

So it's really more of a "You sacrificed yourself for me?" question.

He's paying back his debt. He can't be mean to Joris, when all he's done is be nice to him, he's not that kind of person.

And when he wakes up again, things will be different, between him and Kerubim. Something new is going to happen.

To quote Dofus Aux Tresors de Kerubim: It will have a different taste. A different feel.

Kerubim's current lack of object permanence or the idea of death, is both a blessing and a curse, because he has no fucking idea what happened, or where Atcham went. Poor kbitty.

On one hand, this is inherently traumatic for Joris. He must be tired of watching ecaflip demigods evaporate.

On the other hand, I can't help but feel that this is the moment Joris and Atcham truly begin to love one another. So I can't even feel sad about this moment, like a normal person.

Chat, this is what I cal coping and perhaps even seething. Joris is inclined to think Bakara is wrong because Bakara fucked up Majorly at this part of the movie. Also because Joris has not slept the entire night. Also because he watched 2 people die. Also Simone is far away. Also what IS Simone to do with a dofus-related issue?

Julith would absolutely have hurt Lilotte. There is absolutely not a single doubt in my mind, that if it got her what she wanted, she would dismember Lilotte as Joris watched.

I don't blame him for making mistakes and fumbling, though. He's like 10.

If she really isn't that bad... If ALL she wants to do, is to bring Jahash back... If that's what it takes for her to leave Lilotte and Kerubim alone...

And among all else, if this brings the man she loves back? He doesn't mind, then.

(Puts on a giant, Dofus Aux Tresors de Kerubim themed tinfoil hat)

Joris is a difficult character to read due to his insane multitudes and affinity for lying to everyone and himself.

Due to his passion for wanting to learn about his birth parents, I think spending time with Julith and Jahash is like a dream to him.

But I can't miss the dimension in this interaction that Julith is a scary dark mage called "the butcher", who already killed his father once and then kidnapped his friend, and they are both standing near her, behind him, and she is holding what is essentially the magical equivalent of a nuclear bomb in her hands.

And the things he says to her may or may not be affected by like, idk, two or three of these factors? Like there might be a slight possibility that he said "I'm sure she wouldn't have hurt you" and "a real family" specifically to decrease the chances of her killing Kerubim and Lilotte. Not sure where I get this idea from, though.

This is literally the worst day in Kerubim's life as a father. There is literally no going back. Thank god his little kittybrain is going to forget all about this in roughly 3 minutes.

[crowwbones]

Burnt Leaves

Simon "Ghost" Riley x GNC Reader

SFW / Fluff & Comfort / No Dialogue / TW: Drug abuse mentions, mildly unhealthy coping with insomnia, one off-handed joke about dying

Summary: You deal with plenty of bullshit as is, and insomnia is just the straw threatening to break your back. You have your ways to deal with it, though. Seems like the skull masked lieutenant needs a new coping mechanism as well.

I may write more if people actually enjoy this, also i wrote this at like 3 am and i am dealing with insomnia myself, pls excuse if it sucks lmao

Being in the military was probably your best option. You weren't small or weak, you had quite a ways to go, sure, but you held your own. That's what initially impressed your training captain. You had a drive despite being depressed as shit. Which, maybe you lied to your recruiting officer. And the doctor. And your training sqaudron. But what's a little lie compared to staying in that drug den you reluctantly call home?

The harsh drills and tense, full body aching was nothing to you. Not compared to watching your mother be strung out on a stained, burned, broken couch while being left in the drug dealers care. Hell, or even when you had to help her find a dehydrated vein with a short and dull needle. Perhaps something that you considered a life saving skill, but it made you feel disgusting if you thought about it for too long.

You've been shifted around a few bases when you were needed, seeing as you were sort of an everyman. Excelled in the maintenance of weaponry, one hell of a mechanic, and maybe a few things you knew how to do that were definitely against the Geneva Convention. To be fair, though, if you had to decide between dying and using a makeshift gun that was severely out of regulation, you'd take your chances in court.

But all of this shifting around and half assed childhood you had lead to even more goddamn problems you didn't need. Often, maybe every few nights every single week, you dealt with insomnia. Bad weeks had you trying to fight the uncomfortable disorder every night, but you lucked out with having to deal with it half the time usually.

It was always so uncomfortable. The inside of your skin felt like it was covered in small pyramid-shaped cones that pressed into every nerve where there was pressure. Your eyes were heavy but never heavy enough to induce sleep. Your mind would never fog up the way it was supposed to. And it drove you absolutely crazy.

You had a few ways to deal with it, as most chronic sufferers do. Sometimes you accepted it and laid there until pure exhaustion won. Your worst option.

Most of the time, though, you'd already spent a few hours hoping, tossing and turning in restlessness before getting up. You'd lace your boots and try to walk it off. Speed up the exhaustion process manually. And it worked maybe 50 percent of the time. And you'd collapse back into your bunk, shoes still on and pillow over your head, and get just enough sleep that you wouldn't hate yourself in the morning.

And the nights that even that didn't work, you'd find yourself in the kitchenette of the rec area. You'd stare desperately at the coffee pot you were using to heat up water while you waited to choke down a bland, bitter chamomile tea. You couldn't stand tea on its own. You didn't have a sweet tooth, but you could accept when something needed a little bit of sweetness.

This often settled you down enough. The overwhelming tired made you cry in the barely lit room while your tea steeped, palms pressed into your burning eyes as you wished you'd just fucking sleep. And you'd stop. You'd drink your tea. And get enough sleep to function.

And you fell into this pattern and habit.

Until this one mother fucker.

See, you ended up being called in to aid in the upkeep up vehicles and guns at a fairly large base that served as home grounds to plenty of "real soliders". You didn't pay mind to many of them, but Captain Price's team at least treated you decently since you were the one making sure their guns jammed significantly less. However, Ghost creeped you the fuck out.

That teams lieutenant was horrifying to you. He stood way too tall, was way too broad to move that fucking quietly. He held this awful aura to him that was completely unreadable. And he barely ever spoke to you in a way that didn't feel like a back handed... well, you wouldn't even call them compliments. The man would stare more often than breathe, just watch you move about your job from the doorways and wait for you to notice he was there before declaring that he would have been able to kill you six different ways by that point. You've been able to get that number down to four, at least.

And for some reason. This also included your overstimulated and tired crying time at the coffee pot at 2 a.m. as well. It seemed like it was his third time just watching you when he spoke up for the first time, mostly just asking what the hell you were doing. You'd jump out of your skin, a blessing of a feeling if it didn't shoot unnerving shivers down your spine, and stammer out a half coherent response about tea leaves. And then he just... stood there. Watching you drink your tea and then leave after you were done.

At some point during this routine, he'd started to invite himself to sit across from you at the small table. He never really struck up conversations, though you swore you could see amusement in his eye as you made faces at the bitter tea. He knew you were burning the leaves, but he couldn't tell you that. Listening to another person rip into him about being British was very low on his to-do list.

This became comfortable. You began to tolerate his shadow-like presence. Maybe even enjoyed the silent company. You could guess that he was suffering the same just from how tired his eyes looked past the mask. Maybe he too found solace in a shared solidarity that you two really haven't expressed. It was bittersweet. Two barely functioning and sleep deprived people finding a space to relax, lit only by a half burnt out overhead lamp. Maybe, even if a bit selfishly, you had begun to go a little morr often judt for the company of a man you didn't know the actual name of.

Ghost never left before you, but only arrived after you began heating some water. He never had a cup himself, sat himself in the same chair, and limited himself to a handful of yrs or no questions a night. You didn't mind.

But he once again found a way to disrupt this routine.

You were reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet above you, your other hand grabbing the coffee pot of hot water. You heard him move, which honestly should have been your que to turn around, and you felt him standing directly behind you. He covered your hand on the handle with his much larger one and practically forced you to let him grab the pot. He grabbed two mugs and moved off to the side, only meeting your eyes when you didn't move.

What ever fucking compelled him to do that, you had no idea. You were staring with bloodshot eyes and still even had your hand vaguely where the pot was. He simply nodded his head to the table and turned back to the mugs.

Guess you weren't making your tea? Deep down, thr angsty teen part of you hoped it was the forever sleep kind of deal. But that was dumb, so you shook your head a little to ignore that.

Ghost set your mug down on the table before sitting himself across from you, lifting his mask up enough to take a drink.

You've yet to see him do that, so your brain was just kind of off at this point. You stared, not that you meant to, as the man replaced his mask and set his mug down, staring back at you with a quirked brow. You looked down in a daz3 before grabbing your own mug, taking a long sip. Did he make a different kind of tea? Why the hell did it taste so... so much better? Your confusion actually earned you a small laugh from the other, a quiet, muffled chuckle from under his mask. That shouldn't have given you butterflies. He still scared you, after all.

He never explained himself, but from then on, you left the tea making duties to him and he didn't seem to mind. You fell into the pattern of getting there before your insomnia got into full swing every night, starting the water and getting the mugs. Then your midnight partner would show up and handle the rest.

As much as the mask gave you the creeps, it was growing on you. Like the previously bitter tea.