#but if your gut reaction to someone liking it is to immediately jump in with the

[athenasilver7]

Could I request ohshc x reader headcannons (separately) where reader is being bullied and goes to them?

OHSHC (separately) x GN Reader

💙 Hikaru 💙

When you come to him crying about being bullied, he just about snaps.

When you tell him it’s been happening for months? He almost loses his damn mind.

“What do you mean ‘months’?! Why didn’t you come to me sooner?!?” He grips at your shoulders a little to hard.

Yeah, he flips out. Not his best moment, nor is it the best reaction to be having right now.

He feels so fucking bad when your crying increases, no thanks to him, obviously.

Hikaru takes a deep breath and calms down. He starts soothing you, holding you in his arm and rubbing your back, mutter a few apologies to you.

When you finally relax and are able to tell him all the details, well… let’s just say he makes a few calls.

Unfortunately, your bully stays at Ouran. So naturally Hikaru takes things into his own hands.

He starts pulling restless pranks on your bully until they get fed up and transfer.

🤍 Tamaki 🤍

Tamaki eventually catches you crying to yourself one day in the gardens. He’s obviously worried and rushes over to you and asked what’s wrong.

All you can manage to sob out is, “I-I’m getting b-bullied…”

……

………….

He holds you tightly in a protective embrace, stroking your hair to soothe you as you cry against his chest.

He’s… quiet. Very quiet.

Tamaki waits patiently until you’re able to collect yourself. He caresses you cheek with a frown.

“My dear… Who is it? Who’s doing this to you?” His tone is low and his voice wavers as he talks.

You tell him who’s been bullying you.

He spends a few days conversing with your bully, trying to talk them in to changing their habits.

If you bully changes their ways, good. Tamaki won’t care for them, obviously, but he’s at least glad they’ve become a better person. And Tamaki will be practically glued to your side so this doesn’t happen again.

If your bully doesn’t change their ways, Tamaki will jump though hoops of several shenanigans to get them to stop and keep them away from you. If all that fails, he’ll reluctantly get his father to kick them out of the school. Ouran is no place for bullying, after all.

❤️ Haruhi ❤️

Well… that’s just not acceptable.

Haruhi, calmly, goes up to your bully and confronts them on their behaviour.

She’s unaware, but as she’s confronting them she’s roasting the hell out of them.

“I don’t know, bullying just seems like your lacking a hobby or something.” Her deadpan voice just makes the whole thing that much better.

Your bully scoffs and doesn’t let up as they continue to bully you the upcoming days.

Haruhi eventually snaps when she witnesses your bully trying to shove you into the fountain.

“Hey! Knock it off! Seriously, how childish do you have to be? Listen, clearly you have something going on in your personal life, and I’m sorry, but that’s no excuse to be taking it out on someone else. And if there isn’t anything personal going on in you life, then just screw off or else I’m telling the chairman!”

Your bully is baffled at Fujioka’s anger and backs off pretty quickly after that. Your bully even starts avoiding you in the hallways, keeping their distance. Haruhi just glares aggressively at them every time she sees them.

💗 Honey 💗

Tired from the constant bullying, you eventually spill your guts to him, bawling as you do so.

Honey is taken aback, but still obviously very concerned. And mad. Not mad at you, heavens no. Mad at your bully.

Granted, he maintains a calm composure on the outside to calm you.

He calms you by patting your head and whispering compliments to you, assuring you that the insults your bully throws at you aren’t true at all.

He offers you desserts and milk. You don’t want deserts? That’s fine, what do you want? You’re nuts if you think he won’t get you a crate of your comfort food.

The next day at school, all Honey has to do is walk up your bully, and your bully is immediately shaking.

Dude… Honey is practically a human weapon. Who wouldn’t be shitting bricks?

The glare on Honey’s face is not helping in the slightest.

Your bully is quick to run away, and transfers out of Ouran immediately.

🧡 Kaoru 🧡

Oh, sweetness… come here.

Lanky arms and legs wrap around you sloth-style.

He doesn’t know why you’re crying. He doesn’t need to know. He just knows that right now you need comfort, and he’s more than willing to give it to you.

I presses gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Shh, shh, shh… You’re okay. You can tell me anything.” He whispers.

And tell him you do.

He’s frozen for a moment.

He collects himself and goes back to comforting you, telling you how brave and strong you are, and that you should come to him sooner when you’re in trouble.

The next day, much like what Hikaru would do, Kaoru restlessly pranks your bully until they transfer out of Ouran.

Kaoru may be sweet and nice, but he’ll be damned if someone he loves is hurt and he doesn’t do anything about it.

🖤 Mori 🖤

You’re reluctant to tell him for a very long time. Mori is just so calm and tough, a-and… and you’re not. You don’t want to feel like you’re burdening him or relying on him, so… you bite your tongue and deal with it.

Mori, ever the observant one, is quick to notice your change in behaviour the past few weeks.

“Y/N.”

You startle as Mori’s deep voice breaks through the silence.

“…Yeah?” You slowly turn to face him, acting casual.

“What’s wrong.”

You don’t know how, but he managed to phrase that like it wasn’t even a question, he’s telling you to tell him what’s wrong.

You avert your gaze awkwardly and eventually spill the beans.

Mori listens intently, and when you’re done he hums and nods. He gestures you over to him and wraps a protective arm around you, rubbing your back and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

The next day at school Mori, calmly, punches the wall next your bully and glares down at them. “…Y/N.” He says.

Your bully looks up at Mori with wide eyes, visibly shaking. “Y-Y/N?” Your bully asks, confused.

Mori nods, leaning down face to face with your bully. “Leave them alone.” He demands lowly.

Your bully scrambles a nod and hastily dashes down the hall. Your bully sure as hell never bothers you again after that.

💜 Kyoya ���

Now, he’s quick to notice.

Although, he feels like an idiot for not noticing the first few days it started happening. But as the days went on, your facade slowly fell, and he quickly pieced everything together from there.

“…Y/N, is there anything you would like to tell me?” He asks casually, scribbling something down in his notebook, his tone implying that you will tell him something.

“…No.” You mutter.

Kyoya sigh and pushes up his glasses. “Are you certain?” He asks again, a twinge annoyed.

You fidget with your sleeves for a bit before telling him everything about the bullying.

That’s all he needed to hear. He wanted to know just how bad the bullying is from your end.

At that, your bully just ‘mysteriously’ disappears after that day.

You squint at Kyoya suspiciously after a month of your bully not being at school.

“…Did you kill them?” I ask Kyoya with wide, accusing eyes.

He huffs in frustration and places down his pen. “No. They just decided to transfer.”

“…Because you threatened them.” You accuse.

Kyoya merely sighs.

OHSHC Masterlist

[sarah-the-bird-nerd]

The Day He Lost Her

Note: Okay here's my first attempt at writing Jack...I don't love it, I don't hate it...the ending...meh? Some !widower Jack

Warnings:  mentions of death, fluff, nightmares, DUI

Summary: Jack relives the worst day of his life.

Jack had been having a good day. He got up at 5, went for a run, woke up his wife Julia with a strong cup of coffee, a hot shower which he shared with his favourite person and quickly downed his breakfast before kissing her softly, promising to text her later and rushing off for his day shift at PTMC. The first half of the day continued as normal, no horrible traumas, just the usual; drug overdoses, allergic reactions and a few unhoused people who were simply trying to get out of the cold streets of Pittsburgh. Jack found himself sitting at his station finishing up a chart, his leg not bothering him for once because he wasn’t rushing around from trauma to trauma. It was a rare day, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Robby was there, chatting with the nurses about his plans for his upcoming stretch of days off.

And then, like a switch was flipped, it changed with a single ring of the trauma phone. There was a brief pause at the nursing station as Dana took the call, everyone ready to jump into motion like the well-oiled machine that they were. Dana glanced between him and Robby before hanging up. “Break times over, MVC, two incoming, one with head trauma suspected DUI, the second ejected, I don’t know much else, ETA 7 minutes”

Immediately the room was bustling with the nurses dividing themselves and readying two trauma rooms. Jack watched as Dana pulled Robby to the side, talking in hushed tones causing a pit to settle in Jack’s gut. He doesn’t have time to think about it though because paramedics are rushing through the doors. “47-year-old male, Anthony Robbinson, involved in a two car MVC, suspected to be DUI, witnesses said he was all over the damn place, likely head trauma, cuts and contusions…well…everywhere. His victim is about a minute behind us.”

Jack jumped into action, guiding the medics into one of the readied trauma rooms as the team got to work. He works, ignoring anything not related to his patient and the team helping him, retreating into combat mode, at least until he hears the medics giving report to Robby from outside the room. “36-year-old female, victim of a DUI, went through the windshield when the seatbelt failed. Head trauma, LOC since impact, multiple broken bones, intubated in the bus, she’s crashed on us twice. She’s got more lacerations and contusions than I’ve ever seen. ID says her name is Julia Abbot.”

At the sound of his wife’s name his world all but stopped. He had to focus on his patient for the moment, until someone else could take over for him. The same patient who (allegedly) was the reason his wife was in the next room. It’s not long before Dana is running in with several senior residents trailing after her, ready to take over. “Jack…we need you in Robby’s room, now!” Jack immediately drops everything, knowing that if Dana, always unflappable, is upset, then this wasn’t going to be good.

Jack steals himself before entering the room. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he recognized the rings he put on her finger and the clothes she’d been wearing when he left, he wouldn’t have recognized her. Normally calm and cool under pressure, the one everyone goes to when they need someone to be the voice of reason…he felt the room start to spin as he watched Mateo giving chest compressions and heard the cracking of the ribs under his hands.

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Your eyes snap open, hearing Jack mumbling incoherently in his sleep. Immediately you recognized that he was having a nightmare. It happens often, less so these days, but often enough that you can typically recognize what the nightmare was of by the sounds he made or how he reacted. A lot of the time when he has them, he doesn’t remember the next day, which is a blessing. Sometimes, the nightmares were about Covid. Other nights they were about his time as a combat medic, both of his patients and of the day he lost his leg. But every so often he dreams about the day he lost Julie.  That one affects him for days.

You leaned over, turning on the lamp on your nightstand and squinting to watch him for a second. Gauging just which nightmare it is.  He mumbles Julie’s name, and you immediately get ready to wake him up. Dreams about Julie, you could wake him immediately, the same for anything Covid related. But war related nightmares required a process. You sat yourself up against the headboard and gently shook his shoulder. “Jack. Wake up honey, you’re having a nightmare.”  When he doesn’t wake up immediately you frown, normally he would wake quickly. You shake him again, freezing when his mumbling changes from Julie’s name to yours. You shake him a little harder this time and his eyes snap open, his chest heaving and his eyes darting around the room in a panic.

He sits up, almost unnaturally fast for someone who had just been dead asleep. “Hey! Hey, its okay, you’re okay.” I reached out, framing his face in my hands, needing to ground him, reminding him that while Julie was gone, and had been for 6 years, that he was okay. It took him a minute or so to calm down, his breathing ragged as he stared into your face. You could see the moment when he was back with you. “Hey, you, okay? Talk to me Jack, don’t shut me out.”

Jack’s entire body shuddered as he took a deep breath before he grabbed you, pulling you into his lap and holding you so close, so tightly, that you could tell that he thought you were going to disappear. You carded your fingers through his hair, gently, whispering soothing words in his ear. When he finally calms down, he pulls away, just enough to look you in the eye. You smiled softly at him, knowing it was what he needed.

“It was different this time” It came out a whisper but you’d heard it, and your eyes narrow in confusion. “At the end…Julie turned into you…I lost you both.” You nodded, understanding why he was so…out of it now. That was new for sure. You leaned on him, reaching for his hand and pressing it to your chest so that he could feel your heart beating under it.

“I’m here Jack, I’m here and I can’t promise that nothing bad will happen, but right here, right now, I am here, I am safe.” You watched as Jack’s eyes closed, his hand still on your chest, you could tell he was lost in the feeling of your heart beating. After a minute or two he opened his eyes again, more focused, and let out a breath before shimmying down to lay on his back again and pulling you with him, his arms wrapped tightly around you before he kissed your forehead. “Thank you…I love you.”

He didn’t say it often, Jack showed it in action, but hearing him say it made you smile, it also let you know just how rattled he was. But it didn’t matter, because no matter what happened you had his back, just like you knew he had yours.

“I love you too”

[ellenhghg]

I hope its alright to request something? But hear me out!! Reader has a secret pole in her room at the ShinRa HQ (she can be a SOLDIER, Ancient or whatever) and also a honeybee costume. Well one day she finds herself stuck to the pole with handcuffs behind her and calls either Cloud or Sephiroth (you choose who you like to write for) to help her. Like what would be their reaction to the call? Btw I really love how accurate you write all of them I am soooo starved for more!!!!!! <3333

Yess keep requesting away! I wrote one for Cloud and Sephiroth since this was really fun to write. I really hope you like it! Also everything between «» are thoughts, thought that would be a cute touch. And Pre Nibelheim Thank you soo much for your love!! ♥♥

♡‧₊˚ Cloud: Cloud blinks as his PHS buzzes insistently, the ringtone he chose for you blaring tinny and shrill in the locker room. He fumbles for the device, nearly dropping it in his haste.

«The hell…? Y/N never calls me unless it's an emergency… or she's tryin' to rope me into another one of her crazy schemes.»

Dread pooling in his gut, Cloud flips open the PHS, bracing himself for the worst.

"Hello? Y/N, what's—"

"CLOUD! THANK GAIA!"

Cloud winces, yanking the PHS away from his ear as your panicked shout nearly bursts his enhanced eardrums. His brow furrows, a spike of worry lancing through him at the barely-restrained hysteria in your voice.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"NO I'M NOT OKAY!"

There's a scuffling sound, followed by a metallic clang and a string of muffled curses. Cloud's eyes widen, his mind immediately jumping to the worst case scenario.

"Are you under attack?! Where are you?! I swear to Shiva, if someone's hurt you, I'll—"

"What? NO! No no no, nothing like that!"

Your voice is strained, tinged with embarrassment and a hint of… is that laughter? Cloud blinks, confusion momentarily overriding his panic.

"…Okay, so what's with the screaming? You nearly gave me a heart attack, woman!"

"Sorry, sorry! I just… Gaia, this is so embarrassing…"

You take a deep breath, the sound crackling down the line. When you speak again, your voice is small, almost sheepish.

"I, uh… I might have gotten myself into a bit of a situation. With the, um… the pole in my room."

Cloud's brain stalls, trying to process this new information. Pole? What pole? Why would you have a—

Oh. OH.

Suddenly, the pieces click into place - the Honeybee Inn costume he'd glimpsed in your closet, the way you'd been humming those catchy burlesque tunes under your breath, the mysterious 'dance lessons' you'd been sneaking off to for weeks…

«Sweet Shiva on a stick. She's been learning to pole dance. POLE DANCE.»

Cloud's face flushes bright red, a strangled noise escaping his throat. He clears it hastily, trying to will away the sudden rush of blood to his… ahem, nether regions.

"You, uh… You got stuck? On the pole?"

He cringes at the way his voice cracks, high and thready with barely-restrained panic. Gaia, could this BE any more awkward?!

"…Maybe? I mean, definitely. Definitely stuck. Very stuck."

Your voice is a mortified whimper, muffled like you've got your face buried in your hands… or the crook of your elbow, if Cloud's mental image is accurate.

«Okay, Strife, keep it together. Y/N needs your help, not your horny teenage daydreams! Focus!»

Taking a deep, calming breath, Cloud forces himself to think past the haze of embarrassment and… other feelings he's not quite ready to examine.

"Alright, just… hang tight, okay? I'll be there in five. Don't move!"

A beat of silence, then a snort.

"…Really, Cloud? 'Don't move'? I'm literally stuck to a pole!"

"You know what I mean!"

Face burning, Cloud snaps the PHS shut, already moving towards the door. He pointedly ignores Zack's raised eyebrow and knowing grin, shouldering past his friend with a growled "Not a word, Fair. Not. A. Word."

He's out the door and halfway down the hall before Zack can even open his mouth, enhanced speed carrying him towards your room in record time.

«Hang on, Y/N. I'm comin'. Just… try not to do anything else stupid 'til I get there, alright?»

And if his mind happens to conjure up a few tantalizing images of the predicament he might find you in, well… he's only human, right? Er, SOLDIER. Whatever.

«Gaia help me, I am so screwed…»

♡‧₊˚ Sephiroth: The harsh buzzing of his PHS jolts Sephiroth out of his paperwork-induced trance. He frowns, glancing at the caller ID with a mix of annoyance and trepidation.

«Y/N? She never calls me directly unless it's an emergency…»

Suppressing a sigh, he flips open the device, bracing himself for whatever chaos you've managed to stir up this time.

"Y/N. To what do I owe the—"

"SEPH! THANK GAIA YOU PICKED UP!"

Sephiroth winces, pulling the PHS away from his ear as your panicked shout threatens to rupture his enhanced eardrums. His brow furrows, a spike of concern lancing through him at the barely-restrained hysteria in your voice.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"NO! No I'm not alright! I'm— Gaia, this is so embarrassing…"

You trail off, a muffled thump and clatter echoing down the line. Sephiroth's grip tightens on the PHS, his mind already conjuring worst-case scenarios.

"Are you in danger? Do you need backup? Give me your location and I'll—"

"What? NO! No no no, nothing like that! I just… ugh, I can't believe I'm about to say this…"

You take a deep breath, the sound crackling through the speaker. When you speak again, your voice is small, tinged with mortification.

"I'm stuck."

Sephiroth blinks, certain he must have misheard. "…Stuck."

"Yes! Stuck! As in, I physically cannot move from my current position!"

"…I see. And what, pray tell, is your current position?"

There's a long, telling silence. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper:

"…I'm handcuffed to my pole dancing pole. In my Honeybee Inn costume."

For a moment, Sephiroth's brain short-circuits, unable to process this new information. You… pole dancing… Honeybee Inn costume… handcuffs…

«…I don't get paid enough for this.»

Closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a migraine coming on. Of all the ridiculous, irresponsible things to do…

"Let me get this straight," he says slowly, enunciating each word with careful precision. "You, in all your infinite wisdom, decided it would be a good idea to play dress-up as a Honeybee girl and practice your, ahem, 'dance moves'… and somehow managed to get yourself handcuffed to your own pole. Is that about right?"

"…Maybe?"

Sephiroth sighs, long and deep, the sound reverberating through the phone line. "…Dare I ask how you even acquired a pole dancing pole in the first place?"

"I thought it would be a fun workout!"

He can practically HEAR the pout in your voice, the unspoken plea for understanding. It takes every ounce of his SOLDIER discipline not to bang his head against the desk.

«Gaia grant me strength… and a bottle of Junon's finest whiskey.»

With a herculean effort, Sephiroth forces down the urge to lecture, keeping his voice carefully neutral as he speaks.

"I see. And the handcuffs?"

"…I thought they'd add a little extra challenge?"

«Of course you did. Why am I even surprised at this point?»

Sephiroth drags a hand down his face, silently counting backwards from ten in every language he knows. It's a technique Genesis taught him, back in their early days as SOLDIERs.

«One day, that man's questionable 'stress relief' methods might actually come in handy. Miracles do happen, I suppose.»

"Alright," he says at last, resigned to his fate as your perpetual rescuer. "I assume you called me because you need assistance extricating yourself from this… predicament?"

"Yes please! I tried calling Cloud but he's not picking up and I'm starting to lose feeling in my—"

"Y/N."

He cuts you off before you can finish that thought, a muscle ticking in his jaw. The absolute LAST mental image he needs right now is Strife ogling your half-naked form.

Shoving down the irrational surge of overprotectiveness (and the FAR more disturbing flicker of jealousy), Sephiroth forces his voice into some semblance of calm professionalism.

"I'll be there shortly. Just… try not to make the situation any worse in the meantime."

"…How could it POSSIBLY get any wor—"

"Don't. Tempt. Fate."

He snaps the PHS shut before you can respond, already rising from his desk with a bone-deep weariness. The stack of reports will have to wait. He has a certain someone to rescue… again.

«The things I do for you, I swear… You're going to be the death of me one day.»

But even as the thought crosses his mind, Sephiroth can't quite suppress the tiny, traitorous spark of warmth in his chest. Exasperating as you may be, you're still the closest thing he has to family.

«And family looks out for each other… even when one of them is an absolute disaster of a human being.»

With a rueful shake of his head, Sephiroth strides out of his office, already mentally cataloguing the fastest route to your quarters. With any luck, he can have you untangled and decent before anyone else catches wind of this latest misadventure.

But he'll weather it, like he always does. Because that's what you do for the people you love… even when they drive you absolutely insane.

For now, he has a damsel in (self-inflicted) distress to save

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How would the sanses react to their brother's S/Os being basically their brother in another format. i especially wanna sees Nox's reaction and Wine's.

Oh well, I did the main boys lol.

Undertale Sans - It makes things a lot easier. Sans is always a bit nervous about meeting his partner's family, but as soon as your brother just start randomly hugging him and talking nonstop with excitement, he immediately feels at home. He thinks that it's funny how similar he is to Papyrus, and he didn't even think any human could act like his brother. He can't wait for his brother and your brother to meet. That's going to be fun.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus can read your brother like an open book and your brother for sure doesn't like that lol. Papyrus can tell he's worried about him hurting you but is too nice to tell it out loud, so Papyrus does it for him! Now your brother thinks he's a psychic or something and is not sure what to think, so uh, he uses humor to deflect the tension. Too bad Papyrus heard all of these jokes already and completely ruined them. Well, that's awkward.

Underswap Sans - Blue tries to temperate his excitement when he notices your brother is shy and wary of him. He knows he can be a bit too much for introvert people, so he acts a bit with him like with his own brother, who doesn't like when he's jumping everywhere out of excitement. You brother warms up quickly to him, but you have to remind Blue to slow down from time to time as his sudden bursts of energy kinda scares your brother lol.

Underswap Papyrus - He's looking at your brother running everywhere around him and asking a thousand questions, not giving him time to answer any, and he throws you a distraught stare, desperately calling for help. He's overwhelmed right now. He doesn't doubt your brother is nice and everything, but man, he's too much for him, he's giving him anxiety just watching him jump everywhere. Please, he has enough of one Blue in his life, he can't deal with a second one.

Underfell Sans - So, he can tell your brother doesn't like him. That's pretty obvious since he's watching him from a corner with a frowned face and angry eyes. Red tries to taunt him a little just because he can't resist the need, but quickly understands all this little circus show is all bluff. You're clearly trying to protect your sibling, which he understands, but the way you're doing it is wrong and tickles him. He so wants to fight your brother for no reason. He's similar to Edge, so he might be fun to make explode. Red looooves to play with fire.

Underfell Papyrus - He was appreciating the diner until your brother met his eyes, smirked at him and let go of the most horrible burp Edge has ever heard out of his mouth. Edge gasps loudly, offended, then snaps his neck towards you. Say something! Your brother is rude to him! Can't you see he's taunting him on purpose since he's here? His brother does that too, so he knows what little stupid game he's playing. He's not going to play it, so say something!

Horrortale Sans - He was wary about meeting your brother, as Oak doesn't like newcomers, and to be honest, you were worried too. Not ten minutes your brother is here though and Oak is... actually nice to him??? No growling, no taunting. They're just coexisting peacefully in the same room. You're shocked. That's the first time you introducing someone to him works that smoothly. Well, you kinda understand why when Oak accidentally calls him Willow at some point. But that makes sense. Your brother is a bit of a mother bear like his brother, he's sweet and really calm, so you can understand why Oak would mistake him for his own brother. Too bad he did it while Willow was in the room and now Willow is looking at your brother suspiciously. Are you trying to replace him or what?

Horrortale Papyrus - Well, that's fine. Willow can tell your brother hates his guts at the moment and would rather be anywhere but here, and that's fine, he's used to it. Willow keeps trying to include him in whatever you're doing, and eventually, your brother actually starts to answer to him with words and not growls, which is an improvement. They're clearly not best friends yet, but Willow knows he can tame your brother with some time, trust him. He's not impressed by tiny people pretending they're big and scary. He's scarier because he can kill people with kindness.

Swapfell Sans - So, you invited Nox to spend a few days at your home and everything was going fine until that morning when, while he was making coffee, your brother showed up, entirely naked, looked him in the eyes and went to sit at the table to eat the breakfast Nox prepared for you with love. Nox is speechless. He can't believe the audacity of this bitch actually. And he's horrified too. Humans can act like Rus? Is that some kind of disease? Is he going to be sick too? He doesn't even know what to do. He's staring at your brother eating your breakfast, scared to leave the kitchen because he certainly doesn't want to see your brother naked lol. Help!

Swapfell Papyrus - Your brother is desperate for Rus to leave him alone, and that's why Rus won't stop bothering him. He can't help it. He noticed your brother hated him the second he put a foot in the house, and Rus grew obsessed with how long he's going to ignore him. So Rus tested the water and pranked him a few times, before randomly sitting on his lap or hugging him from behind. Come oooon, give him attention. He's desperate for attention. You can't hate him forever. He already saw that angry face elsewhere and you're not fooling anyone. He knows you're just a big softie and that your little protective game is all an act. He can read right through you.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine is lost and distressed. He wants to hate your brother, really, he wants to. Because that's a stranger, and he has to prove who is the boss and all these things he usually does. But he can't. He just can't? He doesn't understand what's wrong with your brother. All it took was your brother to smile at him and now he can't do anything anymore. His face triggers all of his protective instincts at once. You ask him if he's alright, but of course he's not! Your brother might get eaten by the big bad world any second, how are you ok with that and not freaking out?!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's terrified of your brother lol. He clearly acts like Wine, but a version of Wine that didn't need to protect his brother growing up. He's nothing to him but an annoyance and clearly if eyes could kill, he would already be dead. Coffee gulps nervously and hides behind you. He's not proud of it, that's a pretty loser move, but he swears your brother wants to harm him and his anxiety is strongly protesting at the moment.

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival kinks ♠️

Mostly just spicy but Karu and Morvay are a bit explicit

Yakumo

Ok ok, hear me out… bondage. He is scared of intimacy and also scared of his own power, so what better way than to symbolically take away his power. He knows if he asks then you'll stop immediately, but something about the soft bindings holding his wrists above his head and having someone else be able to take complete control is very enticing to him. Soft words and firm actions coming from his partner is definitely what he enjoys the most.

Edmond

Praise kink. Both giving and receiving. He's got a need to please and if you whisper how good he makes you feel in his ear he's going to have to struggle not to cum instantly. Even though he loves knowing how good he's doing, he also loves hair pulling. He loves a partner who can be a little dominant, and the feeling of you lacing your fingers through his long hair and giving a slight tug drives him absolutely crazy.

Olivine

He's a masochist. This isn't even a headcanon, it's just canon. He's more of a fan of getting his nipples pinched and choking than he is spanking. There's something exciting about the amount he has to trust somebody to let them do this to him. He also enjoys a fair amount (or unfair amount) of teasing. Really build up his longing before you finally let him do anything about it.

Quincy

Primal play and all the perks that go with it. This includes marking, biting, domination, ECT. He doesn't let himself indulge in his instincts for fear of hurting his partner. Most of the time sex with him is slow, careful, and loving. It will take some work but you can convince him to let out more of his primal side. Despite his fear of losing himself he can still snap back to reality if he thinks he's pushed you too far. It will take a few sessions for him to actually be able to let himself go completely, but when he does he's not going to stop until you are both completely spent.

Kuya

He has a thing for watching you contort in pleasure. The way your eyebrows knit together and your mouth gapes open like a silent prayer because of him. He loves it so much. To get in the mood he loves to watch you play with yourself before he finally jumps in. Bringing a mirror into the bedroom also really gets him going because he can watch you from every angle. He also loves teasing you and may make you watch yourself in the mirror as he fucks you before he lets you cum. Toys and orgasm denial are also huge turn ons for him. Basically he loves to tease you and the more reactions he can pull from you the better.

Blade

Not so much a kink but he loves if you set the mood. He doesn't quite realize that he enjoys being pampered. Soft blankets and fluffy pillows beneath him, the soft glow of lamplight, it all makes him feel loved and that love turns to excitement.

Garu

Not sure if this counts as a kink but he loves when you moan his name. To him it's the sweetest sound in the world and makes him so hard. To him a vocal partner is a happy partner and he loves to make you happy!

Karu

Breeding kink. I still think he's verse so either he wants to fill your guts with his seed or you fill his until it's dripping down his thigh. Just the anticipation of it is enough to make him a bit feral. If that doesn't work for you though he also has a secret soft spot. His ears and tail are extremely sensitive and if you even just brush your hand over his fur he'll just melt. Nip his ears if he denies it and watch how red his face gets

Dante

The idea of getting caught excites him, but not quite to the point of exhibition. This mostly manifests as marking each other. Scratch marks down his back and hickeys on your shoulders and neck. The way you get flustered if anybody asks about the “bug bite” on your neck gets him all sorts of riled up. Same if he notices anybody noticed the scratches on him, his people are smart enough not to mention it but the idea that they know gets him excited. Sometimes he'll make sure to leave the door unlocked just to make you nervous. He knows nobody's going to dare disturb him in the limited down time he gets, but the thought that someone might…

Rei

Dirty talk and overstimulation. Dirty talk is self explanatory, but preferably he wants dirty banter between the two of you. Being honest about every dirty thought that goes through your head. Letting each other peek into the others desires. With the overstimulation, that's for him. He loves the feeling of his orgasm building and denies himself release until he truly can't hold back. This can be a bit frustrating for you if he tops because suddenly he'll just stop moving so he can get down from the edge, but when he does stop he's going to lean in real close and tell you exactly how he's feeling in the filthiest words you have ever heard.

Eiden

Yes. Eiden is well practiced in most kinks, and so far he hasn't found one he didn't enjoy at least a little. Being a switch also gives him opportunities to try more things. His only real turn off is when someone is being genuinely mean. Teasing and finding his partners' limits are both big turn ons for him though.

Aster

Unpopular opinion but Aster is a dom who loves presentation. Get into something skimpy with barely a gift ribbon covering your crotch, and sit on the bed ready and waiting for him. Maybe throw some rose petals around to help the mood. Aster lives for pageantry, and loves having you completely willing and eager for his touch. The sense of ego it gives him is unmatched.

Morvay

Cum play and whatever you enjoy most. He's very adaptable and because of his status as an incubus he gets so much physical pleasure from his partners physical pleasure. He wants your cum on him, he wants it in his mouth, in his ass, anywhere you want. If you let him cum in your mouth he will kiss you just to taste himself on your lips. Any cum that gets on you, whether it's yours or his, he will lick clean. Never wanting to waste a single drop.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s6 episode 18 "milagro" thoughts

ahhh… it’s been a nice day. i had a very intense workout and then proceeded to read a book for a bit. and that’s about it. 

last night's episode was a bit of a flop. so i’m hoping that tonight will be more interesting.

we already had an episode about a neighbor who is a writer and a murderer, but this time it is MULDER’S neighbor who is a writer and a murderer, and not a fat-sucking vampire. i am interested to see more into the world of mulder’s apartment building, especially after he was the reason the bad guys put LSD in their water supply back at the end of s2. so his neighbors might hate him if they know the truth. 

i want scully time today, too. i always do, but i want it with a deep longing today. 

post-episode thoughts: okay. let's get serious for a moment:

this episode was extremely fucking disturbing. to the point where my analysis is going to be short and the typos might be more prevalent than usual, just because i do not want to spend my typical length of time editing the notes. you’re absolutely welcome to share your thoughts with me on how you felt, theories, reactions, etc, because at least typing it is less horrifying than seeing it, but just… don’t expect the type of analysis you usually get out of me.

this might be one that you enjoy or find great meaning in, and i totally respect that, but i know my limits.

when i said i longed for scully time, i did not mean like this.

now. back to past me. let us begin…

i assume this episode is supposed to have sound, right? okay, it is just starting out quiet? or my laptop isn’t working.

okay, yes, i skipped ahead a little and heard sounds. AFTER i closed the tab and reloaded it. which is good, because i thought i was going to have to deal with a broken laptop. we don’t have time for that.

a dude (later revealed to be named padgett) is sitting in a mostly empty room, cigarettes and typewriter on the table, looking at index cards he taped to the wall. seems they have sentence fragments on them he wants to work into his piece.

and he’s pacing. drinking. looking. listening next door? smoking. not writing, basically. almost everything else but that. 

it’s so quiet. creepily so. is this one going to be scary?

why is he looking in the mirror and touching his chest. IS HE BLEEDING??? ah. there is the sound. as HE PULLS HIS ORGANS OUT.

HEY. NOT COOL. BLEUGHHHH…. HEART??? his HEART??? 

okay. intro time. 

shakes my head to let the audience know i do NOT approve of ripping your heart out of your body (and also that it makes me gag)

SHORTENED INTRO!! you’ve gotten me once again….

the writer who was not writing is tossing something in the fire. possibly his own heart.

HEY. you get away from scully. don’t even share the elevator with her. i’m serious. last time we saw scully in a basement where a fire was roaring, it did not end well. 

DON’T STARE AT HER. oh, that musical flourish…. LONG SHOT ON HER LIPS…. NO SIR. BACK OFF. 

he’s following her. STILL STARING as she knocks on his door. 

RESTRAINING ORDER. NOW.

mulder answers the door brushing his teeth, which is rather intimate in its own way. to know someone well enough to grab the door while still brushing... sigh. i love mundane intimacy.

scully asks if he knows the neighbor, and what he writes, and then immediately jumps into autopsy reports. she has no time for small talk. but i’m sure she was creeped tf out. also, the autopsy photos are pretty nasty. 

next door, he is LISTENING TO THEM?? POSSIBLY WATCHING, TOO??

the victim’s heart was removed with no cuts. no prints, and no DNA.

mulder thinks it’s psychic surgery, which scully says is someone “dipping his hand in a bucket of chicken guts and pretending to remove tumors from the sick and gullible” <- oh! well. that was an incredibly detailed description for a concept i had previously no familiarity with. now i feel i know the phenomenon well.

EUGHHHH, man next door is still listening as they try to come up with a theory. but scully says that no crime is perfect- “you find his motive, and you find the murderer” <- okay, noir detective!!

writer man looks terrified and smokes again, now in bed at night. i mean, i guess you could smoke in apartments back then. i was going to make a snide comment about that not being allowed. but then i remembered this takes place in the 90's, and the whole world was foggy with cigarette smoke. 

cutscene to some kids in a car. she did NOT want kevin to bring her here!! he is thinking lustful thoughts!!

is the writer watching as they kiss??? she’s had enough. she gets up and leaves. DON’T LEAVE, MAGGIE. there’s a guy out there. 

kevin lowkey looks like luigi. 

he’s calling out to her as she wanders the woods??? but she’s not yelling back. only a hooded dude emerges. and he tackles kevin!!! cut to terrible screaming!!! and splatter noises as he rips his still beating heart out.

oh…. okay. 

well, i assume hoodie man and writer guy are the same person. now writer man is back to tapping away at his typewriter. does he kill people for inspiration??

FBI time!!! 7 am!! scully walks into the office and answers the phone. it’s mulder!! reporting the third victim!!

there were no witnesses…. but someone snuck something under the door. 

i think it’s very funny that she tells him someone slipped something into HIS office door, but then immediately opens it. LMAO. 

OH!!! it’s a pendant of a heart. AND THE WRITER STARTS NARRATING HOW HE IMAGINES HER OPENING IT???

we have to get this man in jail NOW. 

bro is writing fanfiction about the woman he just met……. analyzing how sexism affects her role at the FBI.

he described her hair as “titian”, which is wild- and somewhat impressive. he seems to actually have a way with words. buddy. we don’t need to hurt people to make art. 

BRO??? i don’t think she’s thinking about love at the moment… SHE HAS TO CATCH YOUR ASS???

creepy men. capable of thinking of nothing but themselves.

she identifies it as a “milagro”, a spanish lucky charm. someone dropped it off at the reception. 

OH, things are tense here between our agents…. mulder doesn’t think it’s a clue. maybe it’s meant for her, he says. but he made an appointment for her to meet with the medical examiner, and says he’ll investigate.

“thank you for making my schedule, but i think i’m going to have to be late for that appointment” <- oh lord…. the tension is thick… why is he doing this…?

i’m looking around my room nervously as if it will give me any clues

mulder watches her leave and she goes to a cathedral!! and someone is watching her. 

she stares at a painting of jesus holding his heart. AHHH! the writer comes out and looks at it, too!!!! DON’T TALK TO HER, I’M SERIOUS!!! 

girl, she’s catholic as fuck, do not start mansplaining the lore to her… he talks about hearts burning with flames of charity and stuff. i appreciate the exposition as a non-catholic watching, but personally i would have had no patience if i were scully. the lord took margaret mary’s heart. 

OH, she is not having it. she asks why he’s following her, and he says he isn’t- he just imagined it. that’s what writers do. they imagine how people behave. 

OH MY GOD??? he’s talking about noticing her necklace, her car stickers, HER CALVES?? her face… she swallows. 

HE MENTIONED THE GIFT SHE RECEIVED??? nooo, do NOT admit a secret attraction. oh, she does NOT want to deal with this shit.

“yeah, and i don’t know you now, and i don’t care to” <- this is a well-measured response, because i would have whipped my gun out a while ago.

he says he’s taken with her, and that never happens to him. and they’re alike in that way. 

she has tears in her eyes as she leaves. and he watches her. 

good lord. i feel i need a shower just watching that.

she arrives to do the autopsy, where mulder is waiting and makes a joke about having to do the slicing and dicing himself. but she looks so terrified. and she says she owes him an apology- he was right about the insignificance of the charm. 

he says he thinks he was wrong, though. he thinks that practitioners of psychic surgery think they have the holy spirit in them, and it was a way of communicating.

but she tells him where it came from. “he cornered me today, and told me my life story. it was kind of frightening, actually.” “is he our killer?” “no. frightening as in too much information and intimate detail. what kills you is his audacity”

mulder looks very surprised to hear all of this. i hope there’s some sympathy in there. not sure the 6 foot 1 man understands what it’s like to be a woman stalked and cornered. frankly, if it were me, i’d be offering to stay with scully, have a sleepover, keep an eye on her at all times. not that she isn’t capable of defending herself, but who tf knows what this dude has planned?? he clearly has his sights set on her. this is dangerous shit.

mulder goes to his apartment’s mailboxes and cracks the lock for the neighbor, pulling out his mail. addressed to phillip padgett. who comes in right behind him. 

mulder is in the elevator with him, saying nothing as he stares. and says he forgot his name. he asks if he’s written anything he’d know. padgett is staring at him and sweating, saying he doesn’t think so. 

“you’re an FBI agent. working on anything interesting?” “a murder case” “anything i’d know?” “possibly” 

oh dear lord, i would be getting my gun and just sitting by the door if i were him. no sleep. just gun. 

there is something so fucking creepy about a man who feels entitled to explain women to themselves. more so than werewolves or vampires, because we can at least take comfort in knowing those motherfuckers aren’t out there. but this dude- minus the heart removal- could be your neighbor. you could walk by him in the store. and he could corner you. and terrible things could happen. it's far too real.

padgett writes in his room about mulder stealing his mail, knowing he is listening. 

BUT HE GOES ON TO SAY THAT SCULLY IS AROUSED BY HIM??? oh... why is my blood running cold as she holds the charm. why is my heart thumping. why is he imagining them kissing. what. hey guys. i’m so deeply uncomfortable. 

she can’t actually be thinking that, right? i mean, it’s gotta be him imagining their sex scene.

oh my god, this, i realize, is the most deeply uncomfortable this show has ever made me.

i paused at this point and made a post on my blog because i am so deeply horrified.

i just… hope that they don’t go doing anything weird with scully’s character. i really do not want them to be like yeah, she IS attracted to her stalker. what a batshit and stupid thing to put on TV.

okay. um. deep breathing.

man. 

mulder opens his mail, and realizes padgett has placed no calls in a month. he picks up the newspaper and reads it. while scully knocks on his door. but she hears the neighbor typing. writing about her compulsion to knock at his door. and she does. 

she’s returning the charm. saying she can’t. he says she’s curious about him. and she notes he doesn’t have any furniture. and like mulder, she asks if he’s written anything she’d know. 

she says loneliness is a choice. and he asks if she wants a cup of coffee. 

girl, i’m scared….

mulder is picking up more newspapers. and next door, padgett brings her a cup of coffee. 

she says her life isn’t lonely- it's anything but. and asks how he seems to know her so well.

HE SAYS HE’S WRITING ABOUT HER??? he says he used to live in her neighborhood. and HE MOVED HERE BECAUSE OF HER??? because there was no room in HER BUILDING????

she looks at the pages and pages of papers. and asks if she can read them. 

girl, what the FUCK. he wants her to sit and stay, and she says he has nowhere to sit.

so he tries to take her into the bedroom. and she says she is very uncomfortable. “why? you’re armed, aren’t you?” 

he leaves to get a light bulb. scully RUN. RUN!!!!! 

she asks “if you know me so well, then why am i standing here when my instincts tell me to go?” <- oh. ohhhhh. he says motive is never easy. sometimes it occurs only later. and he asks her to sit. girl. i feel SICK. 

and she does. and the bulb flickers out again. 

i can’t explain how viscerally uncomfortable i feel as he stares at her. 

MULDER BURSTS IN THE DOOR WITH HIS GUN!!! and he sees her there with him!! she is MAD when he asks if he’s alright.

mulder arrests his ass after grabbing a piece of his manuscript. 

ALL HIS VICTIMS TOOK OUT PERSONAL ADS???

scully tries to tell him not to ask padgett questions without his lawyer. and mulder throws his book at him, saying every murder is in there, all laid out. padgett simply claims if he thinks about it long enough, it comes to him.

scully is watching them have some sort of exchange as they argue about the meanings of words. or argue over her. indirectly.

he wants to get physical with the man, but scully won’t let him. 

he says he is off to find his accomplice, the brazilian psychic surgeon. but scully already did that. he is now dead. 

scully thinks that maybe he really did imagine it. 

OH SHIT!!!! he says he read the novel and it ends with scully and “the stranger” having sex.  

“i assume that’s a priori, too?” “i think you know me better than that, mulder” she says sadly. and licks her lips, not looking at him. he nods and walks away, saying she should finish reading the novel. 

yes, i paused to read his novel when it shows up on screen. he’s talking about love turning to hate. she reads with a horrified expression.

and then a guard comes in with a statement from the prisoner. 

someone is sitting at a grave, and the hooded man emerges. are his characters coming to life somehow?? or is he slipping out of the jail and killing this random girl at a grave?? and ripping her heart out????

scully gets up immediately, and we cut to mulder in his sunglasses at the cemetery the next day, with scully on the phone. he thinks it’s a set up…. but then he launches on a guy who works at the cemetery. scully is trying to tell him he works here, but he says to check the truck, check the truck. when she won’t do it, he runs there himself, and finds the victim.

oh my god, this is so tense. this whole thing. she’s trying to argue that it makes no sense, how could padgett make this guy do the killing? and he gets so pissed off he switches where they stand- “you’re about to argue my usual side, aren’t you?” and he asks if the things padgett wrote about scully actually happened in her head. which she denies.

and he says this is the only way he can catch him.

mulder opens up padgett's cell, hands him his book, and says he is free to go and finish his writing. 

“in my book, i’d written that agent scully falls in love, but that’s obviously impossible. agent scully is already in love” <-HELLLLLLLOOO???

hey guys. what is going on?

he turns and leaves after that. and goes back to his apartment. he takes off his shoes and opens up his stack of papers. 

but the hoodie guy is here!!! he asks what padgett is doing. it’s the doctor from brazil!!!

OH SHIT!!! HE SAYS HE’S PADGETT'S CHARACTER!!! he asks what he wants. saying he is here to help him finish. but padgett can’t figure out his motive. he figured him out so perfectly he brought him to life, somehow. padgett says he needs a perfect crime.

“she’s a doctor; she’d be horrified by what you do” “i’m horrified. i just want to know why i do it” “so i could meet her” “that’s not a reason. it’s an excuse”

next door, mulder and scully are watching and listening into padgett''s apartment. scully only sees him sitting there, staring. so is the character not real?!?!

well, whether other people see the character or not, he takes the pages from padgett, asking what it is. padgett says it was a big mistake. he misjudged her character, and her interest in him. the character says that’s something.

padgett says she’s only trying to get mulder’s attention, but doesn’t know it.

he wants to know why he wants their hearts. “i want to feel love” “no”

man cannot open his heart and feel the flames of charity.

“but i have love in my heart” “yes, as a thief has riches, a usurer money. you have it. but man’s only power, only true power, is to destroy it…. there can only be one true ending, if it is to be perfect.” “she dies?” “see? it almost writes itself”

hey guys. don’t like it.

scully is asleep on mulder's couch, when he comes in, asking what is going on next door. padgett starts typing again, and then leaves. mulder rushes out to follow him. 

and he goes to throw the papers in the incinerator. but mulder stops him at gunpoint!!!

and when scully gets on her shoes to go join him, the hoodie man grabs her!!!

mulder wants to stop him from throwing the book into the fire, because it’s evidence. and she’s getting attacked. padgett says “he kills her”

mulder is trying to figure out how tf this relates to the killings, when a gunshot goes off. and then again, and again, and again. it's scully, firing right into the brazilian doctor. but it isn’t stopping him.

she’s screaming and screaming and bleeding everywhere, when padgett tossed the pages in. 

mulder finds her alone, bloodied on the floor, bloody around her neck, her chest. she’s either dead or has fainted. 

and she jerks back to life- he holds her. crying. scratching her fingers into his back. staining his shirt.

padgett narrates the end. his book is burning, and his heart is ripped out. he says it is a “chance to give what he could not receive”

hey guys. what. 

i actually don’t think i can analyze this right now because i’m so shocked and uncomfy. 

okay, juni, WHY are you uncomfy? that’s a place to begin, right? because he was stalking her, and it was horrifying!! and she went in there with him, and i was so scared!! i really thought it was going to go in a different direction, and i was so scared the writers were going to make her actually sleep with her stalker, and i was going to be so angry.

uh. okay.

well. padgett seems to think that by ripping his own heart out, he will give scully a chance to share her love. so, as she soaks mulder’s shirt with her blood, maybe there is a wordless exchange there.

i’m just a little baffled by the whole thing. why did she defend him? even if he knew it was impossible for him to rip people’s hearts out, if he was describing every single murder in excruciating detail in his book… 

and mulder had to be the voice of reason, which almost never happens. finding that body in the truck with the flowers… 

well. the concept of an author creating a character so deeply that it is brought to life is fascinating, i’ll give the writers that. i’m just feeling a lot of conflicting things.

because it’s horror show. and i got spooked. yeah. this is actually what they aim for. but i think i got spooked specifically because gendered violence and stalking is a real and horrific thing. and it’s is out there. not aliens. not zombies. men who want to follow you, make you fall in love with them, or kill you. and scully has gone through her fair share of that at this point. but this was the most disturbing. i don’t even think irresistible got me this bad.

i’m hoping that this will be the lowest point of mulder-scully relations. i hope that she was trying to prove him wrong out of some twisted curiosity with padgett. their tension has been rising, the love-hate loving and hating, all season. so maybe this will be the catalyst for resolution.

and yeah, some plot nonsense will happen at the end of the season, but hopefully that won’t have anything to do with their interpersonal relationship. that constant back and forth of loving and hating and trusting and waiting- every time they get close, it gets pulled back. i can see how that would build resentment. trying to swallow feelings can be infuriating. dancing around each other. 

well. yes. that makes sense for their conflict. their territoriality.

i kind of don’t really want to say anything else right now. i kind of want to skip right to the next one and not even proofread this, but alas, i am committed to the cause that is this blog. please insert some defeated jazz hands here.

usually i make my notes, spend a while editing them, and get them uploaded the next day. i like this method. it allows for me to ponder things overnight. but i'm not going to do that today, even though there were many character rich moments i would have normally enjoyed turning around in my head. i'm just going to get it out there.

here are some things i would analyze if i had the stomach for it: scully defending padgett's innocence to mulder. scully going into his room and sitting on his bed instead of turning tail and running when he confessed to stalking her. mulder's protective instinct to arrive when he did. mulder trying to arrange for her to do the autopsy and how angry she became. and how angry she became when he burst in. the sadness and fear in her face in the cathedral, in padgett's room, in the jail. mulder telling her how it ends- that padgett was fantasizing about her. him asking if that really happened. him switching their spots, saying she'll argue his side. him running down to catch padgett and leaving her alone to hoodie man. him finding her, looking dead on the floor. and her jerking back to life, sobbing into his arms, trying to sink her claws into him. did she really go there to make mulder pay attention? or is that the twisted view of an unwell padgett who is so incredibly lonely he thinks that everything is about the love he hasn't experienced?

like i said, a LOT of room to analyze characters and their choices here, but i don't want to. so if you want to do it and share it, please do! but i don't want to dwell on it myself.

well. that's it from me, folks. i'm gonna call it a night. and any palate cleanser fluffy fic recs would be deeply appreciated, because whew!

[neverchecking]

Okay okay but... can I request one of the boys (preferably Twilight or Time) using a knife to keep the reader in place during sex? There doesn't need to be blood involved. It could even be readers idea. If you're uncomfortable with this I completely understand and respect that!! Thank you!

See, originally, I was kinda like should or should I not with this request, but you were so respectful and polite??? I just had to man.

Anyway, so obviously pay attention to the CW!

Smut, so MDNI 18+.

Smut CW: knife usage, threatens of violence, but none really,

Big Bad Wolf and his Teeth

The fire of danger was something he had always enjoyed toying with.

The lick of the flame and the rush of adrenaline of narrowly avoiding danger? It all was what made him feel so alive. Especially after she left.

She was always an adrenaline junkie in the same vein he was, if not more extreme. He figured it was because it never came at a cost to her. It was always him facing the consequences of whatever plan she had thought up. He was making the once impossible leaps up ice walls or trotting along rain slicked rooftops while she simply got to ride along his back; looking down upon him when he was injured like he was the problem.

It was where the two of you differed so heavily.

You were always right there beside him. Always looking onto the next big thing and wondering how awful the injuries could be should something go wrong. Always. And when push came to shove, you were the one asking to go first (Which he would never allow. He would rather get hurt than risk anything happening to his darling divine.)

When you brought up this idea to him, he almost immediately declined simply because it put you in such a vulnerable position. But you were always aching to be in that position, weren't you? Absolutely yearning to face the razor's edge of death and injury versus life and flourishment. It made you happy. And he loved seeing you so. Seeing your eyes absolutely brighten at the prospect of danger? It made something in him awaken.

He had picked a duller blade, but one no less dangerous, with a thick handle. You had deemed it acceptable before all but jumping him. You knew his every reaction and the way his reflexes worked, watching the blade swing just a bit, the glint of the metal reflecting off your pupils, before stepping away at the last second.

Twilight debated turning the blade on himself for such a reaction. He could've hurt you, did you not see how this was dangerous?! How he could hurt you without even trying? How you would completely and totally helpless under him, relying on him to be the decider of your fate- Oh.

He got it. That was what you liked about it so much. The amount of trust you had to put in him was monumental. And you liked the idea of having someone so much bigger than you, so much stronger than you, in charge of your safety. You like having him above you, threating the very sense of safety he would annihilate himself and others to keep.

It made something in him stir like a wild animal pacing behind a fence.

But, oh, how he adored the sight right now. The image of you on your back below him, neck angled as the silver of the knife glinted under your jawline-- which was littered with bitemarks and hickeys-- was something that would remain imprinted in his head for the rest of his life. You were always beyond celestial, something that made his inner canine howl and pant in joy as the rest of him yearned to just see you smile, but something about seeing you give yourself to him completely had something more burning in his gut.

Something primal.

One of the many, many things he loved about you was the fact that you accepted him, wolfish parts and all. You were understanding when he snarled at squirrels and other little critters in the trees; you were patient when he did a full body scan, walking a tight circle around your body before pulling you into his chest, every time you came back from town; you surrendered when he would pull you into bed after along day, throwing every single blanket the two of you owned into a ring of comfort. Every little thing, you took it with evangelic grace. Nothing he did would phase you, much less make you love him little less,

It was who you were.

You were like a sweet little fox. Timid and skittish, but oh so curious. You would sniff and nose (read; Cautiously offer conversation) at the burly, muscled wolf, hoping and wordlessly praying he wouldn't snap his powerful jaws on your pretty little neck. But he wouldn't. No, instead he would follow your little trances, watching for snares and other laid traps (The devious pests in town that thought they had a chance), disarming them with a careful snarl (And more...extreme methods should they not get the hint) before turning back to his perfect little fox. He would let you jump and burrow wherever your heart desired as long as you came back to him.

He would hate to have to show you his teeth.

He doubted you would even be scared of his teeth anyway, not when you were looking up at him with so much trust despite the fact that he held a blade to your very fragile neck. It would just take one slip, one missed beat, and he would cut into your pretty skin.

All of this while reducing you to nothing but a sniveling, crying mess, begging for his cock.

His hips never lost their momentum, keeping a steady pace as you were pinned with the sharp tip of the blade. It kept his other hand free to roam your body and trail sharpened nails up and down your side, occasionally pushing enough to draw a thin white line along your unblemished skin. Occasionally he would break to draw a pattern of shapes into your clit, feeling you clench as you keened against he blade.

He may not have got it originally, but seeing you now, at his mercy? It made his inner canine bare it's teeth in victory.

He wondered if he could convince you to play the helpless little prey. Let him get the thrill of the chase as he followed your tracks through the forest. Allowed him to use his sense to filter what was uniquely you from the rest of the forest. Watch as he cornered you, leaving no other way out than facing him- -which you both knew how that would end.

Now, that sounded like a great idea.

[kings-highway]

here’s a thought experiment, and i suppose there is great reason to not answer this in case of spoiling a potential plot point, but in any case:

a stray zombie makes its way into new sendai. or, a group (larger than 3) is traveling together and a zombie gets the sneak on them. doesn’t really matter how it happens. necessarily, just that there is a sizable amount of people and one tenacious zombie.

and suppose, in this group, there is one tendou satori. tendou satori is caught off-guard because, as we’ve established, this zombie is pretty agile and sneaks in. i also think tendou is a tad careless when it comes to zombies, given his disposition. but anyway, the zombie gets the jump on tendou, and tendou is bitten in the forearm.

immediately, new sendai’s reaction is to cut off that arm. as it happens, someone very conveniently has a weapon that could amputate tendou’s arm and is standing right near tendou when it happens. they want to save tendou and the town before it’s too late— because, of course, it is the greater good to lose the arm than it is the brain.

but. but tendou knows that he won’t get infected. so why go through the pain, trauma, misery and large potentiality for death / paralysis via blood loss or infection, when he knows that it will be for nothing?

but of course, he has a secret to keep, and the fear of the unknown has kept him in pain and in the dark for this long already. does he then just let them amputate him to prevent them from knowing about immunity? to him, there is a greater potentiality for more misery if he does tell them, then if he doesn’t tell them and bears the momentary pain and potential consequences.

so the question is: does he sacrifice his secret for his arm, or his arm for his secret?

In earlier drafts this was a plotline that got cut so I decided I can answer this question in full since it is not something I'll be using anymore (at least not for shock value)

In context, originally tendou was going to get bit on the initial cow trip with Ushijima and to answer your question Tendou would rather gut Ushijima like a fish than for even a second allow his arm to be cut off.

This is slightly an exaggeration but the scene was going to be Ushijima knowing he had <8 minutes to sever that arm and Tendou knowing the bloodloss would kill him if the shock and pain didnt (they were a week from any known help)

Ultimately it would have ended with Tendou managing to survive a 10 minute wrestling match and being able to convince Ushijima it wouldnt matter now anyway before trying to explain that it was okay. Originally, this scene would have also been the audience's first learning off his condition so Tendou's resistance wouldnt have been so obviously a good thing. Lots of screaming crying confessions and then Tendou gets tied to a tree (Ushijima still thinks he's going to turn) and they wait through the night together with tendou getting sicker and sicker but not dying until Ushijima cannot handle seeing him in pain and unties him to care for him.

But to answer your question Tendou is Survival Above All Else and would absolutely fight tooth and nail to keep his body in tact considering the consequences in this world.

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 7

Propaganda:

Ash -

"he just has those vibes ya know?"

Charce -

"Has a very hard time understanding the emotions of others along with his own emotions. Others claim that he acts in a very strange way before it's confirmed that most of the things others thought were weird of him were either because it had to do with biology, his special interest, or it was him acting like how he thinks normal people act when he doesn't understand the way neurotypical people act in the slightest."

Setsuna -

"recent scientific developments find that autism might just be stored in the hair."

Nicol -

"A constantly expressionless boy who does not show his feelings, Nicol is quiet and tends to be distrustful. He is fiercely protective of his sister, and though his pretty face makes him popular, he resents that it means that those outside of his friend circle only see him for his looks."

Galo -

"HIS SPECIAL INTEREST LITERALLY HELPED HIM SAVE THE EARTH FROM EXPLODING!!! HE STOPPED MID FIGHT ON TOP OF A BURNING HIGH RISE BUILDING TO SHOW A TRIO OF ARSONISTS A PROJECTOR POWER POINT PRESENTATION OF EDO PERIOD FIREFIGHTING!!!! HE COULDN'T PILOT THE ORIGINAL DESIGN OF A GIANT ROBOT BECAUSE IT DIDN'T LOOK COOL AND HE COULDN'T JIVE WITH IT! AND ON TOP OF EVERYTHING HIS REACTIONS AND MANNERISMS TO FRUSTRATING SITUATIONS (ANGRILY SHAKING HIS HAIR WITH HIS HANDS AND RUNNING OFF IN A SITUATION THAT UPSET HIM IN A MANNER AKIN TO SENSORY OVERLOAD, COMBINED WITH HIM ESCAPING TO A QUIET AND COLD PLACE WITH LITTLE TO NO OUTSIDE STIMULUS TO CHILL OUT) PLUS HIS INCREDIBLY BLUNT WAY OF THINKING AND ODD MANNER IN SOCIAL SITUATIONS!!!!! THIS IS PEAK AUTISM! THE AUTISTIC ANIME BOY WITH A BURNING SOUL!"

Yuuji -

"The entire manga is about the mc moving to a new school and getting helped out by Yugami and then being like 'hey who is that guy' and all her classmates are like 'oh that's Yugami. He sucks.' And then she's like 'oh how sad everyone's bullying this guy :( I bet he's actually rlly nice since he helped me out' and then she tries to interact with him and. No actually he just sucks. The title is a reference to the fact that. He flat out refuses to make friends. People try a lot and he just rejects them. He's the ace of the baseball team but everyone hates his guts, INCLUDING his battery partner, who is just. Totally exasperated all the time. Anyways Yugami has a special interest in rakugou and will just. Recite rakugou. He does it in order to calm himself down during baseball games and everyone's like 'what.' He also jumps interests quite a bit? But every time he gets OBSESSED. There was a period where he was obsessed with building furniture. He cannot read social cues and he does not care. Like at all. He really likes structure! He makes a list every day of all the things he has to do and then checks them off. They have a school festival and he goes to every single exhibit. Just to check them off his list. Not even an actual visit. He pops in and immediately leaves. Someone will talk about some relationship issue and he's like 'just like in [rakugou].'"

Yasutora -

"People think he’s intimidating, but he’s one of the kindest characters in the show! He comes across as having a fairly flat affect with few expressions, and he’s often misinterpreted as being scary by others who don’t know him. He used to be aggressive, but chose to never fight unless protecting someone due to his abuelo’s influence, and I think he’s a low empathy flat affect icon!"

Taiyou -

"He befriends the main character through the power of autism (being completely unaware of the social cues telling him to avoid her and being extremely straightforward when complimenting her). He’s able to inadvertently twist any conversation by misinterpreting what people say, often taking things literally. The idea that someone doesn’t like this girl just Does Not Compute in his head. He’s astoundingly hyperempathetic, just the idea that he may have hurt someone made him burst into tears; and yet he seems to have difficulty reading other people’s emotions. And he has no sense of personal space at all. He’s a sweetheart and he makes up for every shitty “neurotypical person proves how nice they are by befriending the autistic person” trope."

Kai -

"I don’t think I can explain this in a convincing manner, but trust me it makes sense. For an (ex)assassin he is so bad a lying, he brings up details no one was talking about and ends up getting himself into trouble because of it. This is a massive spoiler, but I do think it’s really important to the point; during the first main game the cast are discussing the kitchen incident and whether or not Kai actually threatened Nao, causing her to attack Sou. During which they ask the question why? Why would Kai want Nao to do that, what would he get out of it? They eventually come to the conclusion that it’s because he was trying to steal the computer that Sou had found, and this immediately dooms Kai to his unfortunate fate. But the only reason they are able to get there is because Kai himself says ‘to steal something perhaps?’ when being questioned why he’d have it out for Sou. At that point it’s not even being bad a lying, there was no attempt to lie there he just said what happens in front of everyone and doomed himself. I love him but he’s not always the wisest. There’s something about even the main character thinking openly that he’s a bit weird. One of his first lines after being introduced is him worrying about the laundry he left hanging outside. They’ve been kidnapped and put in a death game and he’s worried about laundry. There something relatable about his limited facial expressions. His face doesn’t really change much unless he’s showing really big emotions, which makes him come across as really aloof and mysterious. The classic ’are you okay? you look sad’ face. Kai also won the most autistic Yttd character - excluding Gin- poll, so there’s that."

Albedo -

"Poor boy does NOT know how to be social with people and spends most of his time drawing stuff on a freezing mountain so he can avoid any kind of social interaction. Also he eats spiders and it's funny."

[tiny-feisty-gay]

I see your a fellow Chaggie shipper. As am I. ANd I've asked other Chaggie shippers on tumblr and I must ask you: What are your FULL thoughts on Charlie learning of Vaggie's secret? From finding out in Heaven to her whole anger/hurt/confusion at Vaggie.

i wasn't ignoring this but i needed a few days to gather my thoughts because i have lots of them

between heaven and the two of them meeting back up with an army/weapons in tow, there's roughly a month's worth of time as far as i've been told/can tell, so i'm going based on that rough timeline

charlie's first reaction, imo, was shock; the way she collapsed and let vaggie shepherd her and guard her isn't the reaction of someone who's immediately jumped to anger/mistrust, it's the reaction of someone whose entire life view has just been altered.

i don't think they ever actually fought about it. gut feeling maybe, but considering what we saw (charlie curled in bed crying, vaggie saying "in our room... alone") and my personal hc that she takes after her dad in times of emotional turmoil by self-isolating and sinking into the depression... i have a feeling they didn't even talk about it for a while.

vaggie might have tried to; we got a glimpse of it right around alastor's deal with charlie. i firmly believe that after it was in the open, she probably did try to explain herself, and charlie was still half-shocked and feeling a bit betrayed and didn't have the brain space to deal with it between the upcoming extermination and knowledge that her loved ones were going to be targeted first. she probably did a ton of soul-searching on her own; remember, charlie is +/- a good few centuries, if not older, so while she's very upbeat and happy, it's not unreasonable to think she's had a good while to practice some emotional maturity. she isn't perfect, obviously, but based on how much she adores vaggie, i think she'd want to know firmly where she stands before they talk things out.

i also think vaggie was terrified the entire time that she'd just fucked up the only genuine, good relationship (romantic or otherwise) that she's ever had. we don't get much backstory on what things were like for her in heaven, but she doesn't seem to have been particularly close to anyone there, and "whatever it takes" sort of reinforces that with her "and it felt so good to be understood / but there's so much i wish that i could say." i think she wanted to tell charlie but she kept putting it off, and the longer she put it off the worst she thought it'd be, until she hit a point where she felt like she couldn't tell charlie because what would charlie think of her after lying to her for three years?

charlie did likely wonder how much of it had been a lie and whether vaggie had ulterior motives, because who wouldn't, but i think she dismissed that pretty fast. especially because there's no way angel and the rest of the crew didn't notice vaggie moping around like a kicked puppy; i'm sure they were equally unhappy with vaggie's lying, but the group sentiment didn't seem anything more than mildly annoyed by it.

she was the most hurt by the fact that vaggie didn't trust her enough to tell her; supported by her conversation with rosie. and that seems pretty fair, imo: vaggie knows how much charlie can forgive, can see the potential for redemption in people, and she's had an up-close view of that in vaggie for the last three years. and charlie trusts (trusted) vaggie wholeheartedly, so the idea of that not being reciprocal hurt her deeply.

i think they tried to talk things out ~a couple weeks in, and vaggie shut down in the middle of the conversation from a mix of trauma and fear that she'd lose charlie; i love vaggie dearly, but she's placed a ton of her self-worth on how useful she is to charlie. she very much believes she's nothing without charlie, because charlie saved her and is a large part of who she's become. there's a little bit of a power imbalance/codependency on vaggie's side, and while i don't think that's insurmountable for them nor do i think the relationship as a whole is unhealthy, that piece of it must have made it absolute torture to be pushed away.

i think she and angel may have had a few late-night conversations actually; they seem like they're on better/friendlier terms just before alastor and charlie make their deal; the whole "you ever think she's sensitive about her lack of wings? ... just like her lack of tits :D" bit struck me a lot more like friendly ribbing/trying to lighten the mood rather than actual malice. angel definitely doesn't have much experience with healthy relationships, but he does have experience with damage control, and i imagine he gave vaggie advice that basically boiled down to don't push, let her come to you, she's really hurt and needs to process. he cares a ton about charlie even if he doesn't show it, but i think he has sort of a begrudging respect/love-hate thing with vaggie lol. especially after the battle-bonding.

their first actual conversation about it was probably after the cannibal town army/weapons stockup before the battle. talking to rosie clearly really helped charlie process things, and i do think it's interesting that as far as we know, she hasn't talked to her father about it; not particularly surprising since their relationship is a bit tenuous, but still interesting, since he would likely have been a good perspective for her to have as a fellow fallen angel (ex-angel? idk if vaggie really counts as fallen). but regardless, rosie helped her a lot and most of her initial betrayal and hurt seems to have fizzled out with just the "why didn't she trust me?" piece left.

that was probably the main thing they talked about. vaggie tells her about what really happened to get her stuck here, and charlie is furious, and that alone probably helps her understand; i'd have trust issues, too, if someone i'd known presumably my whole life ripped off my limbs and cut my eye out. vaggie and charlie had an instant connection, clearly, but she didn't trust charlie enough to tell her initially and then things spiraled out of control. by the time she realized charlie might be okay with her past, she'd already been hiding it so long that it felt like too big a secret to share. and i think some part of her still believed this would be something charlie couldn't forgive.

and my favorite hc: charlie can't forgive it. we don't know how many souls vaggie has fully eradicated, but it has to be in the thousands, at least. lute's kill count from one purge was 275, and adam references vaggie being "one of his top girls." there's also a detail i saw pointed out elsewhere; most of the exorcists have plain black halos, except for lute, whose halo has a white glow as well... and vaggie, whose halo shares the same glow. there's a good chance she was high up in the ranks, possibly third in command -- and possibly quickly closing in on having a higher kill count than lute, which would explain her vitriol and eagerness to get rid of vaggie at the first sign of weakness. but obviously, that's just a headcanon. as is much of the above xD

but back to charlie, i don't think she'd be able to forgive that. the good news is, she doesn't have to. charlie is upbeat and optimistic, but she was raised in hell. she's not naive; she knows the people she wants to save have committed heinous atrocities. the difference is that she believes in change. the vaggie she knows, the one standing in front of her, isn't an exorcist. she's her partner, who while yes, eager to anger and easy to jump to violence, only does so when she or charlie are provoked/threatened. charlie is capable of still being disappointed/devastated by vaggie's past and acknowledging that it's not her present - or future.

one of the things i also think is so important is the battle scene. that was a huge test of charlie's acceptance; seeing her girlfriend step back into that role, that violence, was a big thing, one that nobody would've blamed her for recoiling from. she doesn't. she fights alongside vaggie (albeit... creatively, we'll say) and yes, the exorcists are enemies and she has a long history of reasons to hate them, but even during the battle she doesn't. she's still apologetic and doesn't really want to hurt anyone, just deter them. it takes vaggie telling her to be harsher for her to do it, and she follows vaggie's instruction. this is vaggie's area of expertise, and while she may have learned those skills by butchering Charlie's people, she's repurposed those skills. She's armor, not a weapon; she's violent only to defend, not out of bloodlust.

i think it's really easy to misunderstand charlie's acceptance of vaggie's past as naive or their reconciliation as too soon/too easy, but there's three years of history behind them and charlie actively chooses not to let this new information shatter the foundation they've built together. they're a prime example of the idea that relationships work because you continue to choose that person, to choose to work at it, and while that only works if both sides are willing, for vaggie and charlie, they are.

i do really hope we see vaggie find some self-worth outside of charlie in s2, though. she has so much potential to explore the complexity of her character and i really want to see that. i don't think they're bad for each other, but to some extent... vaggie went from serving one entity (adam) to serving another (charlie) and that level of devotion can be dangerous. charlie is infinitely better than adam, don't get me wrong, but vaggie definitely needs to find purpose beyond being charlie's right hand.

i'm personally hoping for sort of an... exorcist/angel ambassador role for her? something that ties into the hotel but is independent of charlie and something she wants to do. or maybe teaching self-defense/offense to the rest of the group (which she likely did for the battle/army, since she knows better than anyone how the exorcists fight).

honestly i probably have more thoughts than this but i hope you enjoyed my stream of consciousness ramble about Them <3

[idyat]

Didn't post this one to Tumblr. Requested on Wattpad

Them (Hank x Flirty Reader)

Warning: Mild description of gore

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Another day, another massacre. Hank walked out of the building, covered in blood, guts, and maybe one or two bullets lodged in his head. He called H.Q to go pick him up, and waited...

...This gave him time to think a little. Think about the people he killed, new more interesting ways to kill others, his pathetic existence in this infinite universe, that funny cat meme he saw once...

It gave him time to think about his coworkers...

Oh, his coworkers...What fellows they were.

There was Deimos, who he didn't like, Sanford was okay, he had been roommates with 2BDamned for years. He knew all his deepest, darkest secrets at this point.

And then...the last one.

This one was even more interesting than the others. Simply because of the fact that, when other people saw Hank, their first reaction was usually either fear, annoyance, or just nothing really. And yet this person, this one person, thought it would be a good idea to actually try and flirt with what is basically the world's number 1 criminal.

And you would likely think that the killing machine would immediately brutalize anyone that would dare even think of talking to them like that out of existence.

But he didn't.

In fact, a part of them kind of enjoyed the attention actually.

It's not like he wasn't extremely confused and maybe even a little aggressive when it first started, but...it was the first time someone had treated him like that. They always were a loner, rejected by some of his peers at times, and after the boombox park massacre? Oh boy, almost everyone he met after that were either terrified of him, trying to kill him, or both.

So to be treated with such...kindness? Was that the word? It was quite refreshing, to be honest.

He wasn't really shocked when that flirty coworker was in the back of the car that arrived to pick them up, with Deimos in the driver seat.

"Hey Hank!"

Hank replied with a simple wave when he sat next to them. Their eyes suddenly got wide as they looked at him a little closer.

"Holy shit is that a bullet in your head?"

He prodded the wound a little before nodding and speaking out.

"Probably. Pass me some tissues, I'll deal with it."

Contrary to his demand, they started digging for the emergency med kit they always kept in those cars.

"Nope. You're not going around with a goddamn bullet in your pretty face without anyone fixing you up."

Hank stared at them with possibly one of the most judgemental looks he had ever given someone.

"Pretty? Really?"

Despite the sarcastic tone in his voice, they smiled as they got to work on healing that nasty hole in his head, along with the other gashes and burns on the rest of their arms and upper chest area.

"Yup! Pretty."

"Daaamn, you really got some shitty taste there buddy!"

Oh, there was Deimos, making the two others almost jump when reminding them of his existence.

"Oh shut it Deimos, you like Mania."

"Hey! That is Fall Out Boy's best album and you can't concince me otherwise!"

As they continued their playful banter , Hank couldn't help but stare at the person next to him. Was the flirting getting to him? Did they actually manage to do something to him? Did the bullet mess with his brain or something?

For some reason, he just couldn't stop looking at that smile. Replaying that laugh in his head over and over again. Paying so much attention to the way they were placing their hands around his shoulders to wrap bandages around them, rubbing his hands when dissinfecting the cuts...

Why the fuck was he feeling like this all of a sudden?

He thought. Thought of all the times his heart clenched a little bit when they gave him a compliment. Of the times he'd feel embarrassed when they called him a petname in public.

He never asked any questions about it, but right now...

"Hey Hank, are you okay? You're breathing pretty heavily."

He turned his head up when they spoke up, now looking at him with a worried face as they rubbed his freshly bandaged hands. It didn't take long for him to look away though, avoiding showing his face.

When he did that, their expression got even more concerned for a second before widening their eyes when they seemed to have realised something, which finally led to the formation of a cheeky smug smile on their face.

"Ooooh, did I fluster you?"

"No."

They snickered. God that laugh had something special about it.

"Of course, if you say so."

The car brutally stopped all of a sudden, almost making everyone in it fall over if they weren't wearing seatbelts.

"A'right lovebirds, you can do your romantic shit alone now!"

Hank wipped his head around when Deimos said lovebirds. It was so fast and violent they heard an actual crack. Kinda reminds you of how scary the big guy can be, and the death glare didn't quite help.

"Shut."

"Ow! Okay, I was just joking man, it's all in good fun! Yeesh."

As Deimos left, lighting a cigarette with his thumb, and the two others were getting out of the car, Hank's previously flirty teammate spoke with a twinge of what seemed like guilt in their voice.

"Hey...uh...sorry about that."

He turned to them, stopping in his tracks.

"...Why?"

"Oh, well, you seemed pretty mad when Deimos talked about...romance I guess. Like calling us lovebirds and all. I thought I should apologize for...flirting with you that way, you know?"

He suddenly got in face to face with them, looming over with a dark look on his covered face.

"No."

"...Huh...?"

"You're good."

"...I am?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Hank stepped away after they got the hint, and that damned smile that made his insides feel all fuzzy in a way that wasn't from dying and getting ressucitated over and over again came back as they walked along side him to get back to their respective rooms.

"Does that mean you just don't mind or...do you enjoy it?"

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

They laughed.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about Hanky."

His hand came up to cover his face when they said that. He was usually pretty pale, but they swore they saw a hint of red between his mask and his goggles. Although that could very possibly have been a scar or something.

"...Show me a good velma episode and maybe I'll consider telling you."

They laughed even more after that. He didn't quite know how to make a joke without being akward right now, but just the fact that he wanted to try made them understand just how much he prefered them over most people.

"Alright alright then. I'll keep shut."

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[jumpywhumpywriter]

Pain & Panic - Fireworks Edition

Warnings: triggered PTSD, mentions of war

There was a loud BOOM outside, followed by a bunch of little crackling sounds, and Thomas noticed Shadow jump the tiniest bit, almost imperceptibly, as muted panic briefly filled her eyes.

"Those are fireworks," Thomas explained, seeing her alarm. "They're basically colorful explosives humans set off for fun during events like the fourth of July."

"How on earth can anyone consider that racket 'fun'?" Shadow muttered angrily, then raised her voice so he could hear her better. "Thanks... I guess. I just needed confirmation that it wasn't live gunfire... I'm fine now." Her tone was dry and bitter, and even though she said she was fine, she didn't look fine. Thomas could see the feathers on her wings still bristling apprehensively, and Shadow's anxious fingers kept subconsciously twitching toward her best dagger, as if it would bring her some form of reassurance.

Why is she so spooked? He wondered. Oh... maybe it's her heightened senses. Those fireworks must sound like literal bombs to her sensitive ears.

But he still wasn't convinced that was entirely the reason for her skittish reaction. She had completely stopped the task she had been working on -- sharpening a small blade with a whetstone -- to walk out of the room, looking stiff and tense.

A little worried, he trailed after her at a distance to see where she was going, before she suddenly turned on him with an annoyed sigh.

"And why are you following me oh-so-subtly?" she grouched, folding her arms over her chest expectantly.

"I-I just... wanted to make sure you were okay, that's all," Thomas stammered an answer.

"I already told you... I'm fine," she said gruffly.

But he could read the slight uneasiness in her expression as she kept nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. He had to admit, it was a new look for Shadow. The bold, confident, stoic, always-composed warrior bird-woman unsettled by a few small fireworks.

"...I think you're not as fine as you say you are," Thomas declared boldly. She narrowed her eyes at him, but to his surprise, she didn't immediately deny the accusation.

"Look, kid... even if I wasn't fine, there's nothing you can do about it. So I'm going to politely ask you once more to buzz off and mind your own business." Shadow turned and started walking off again, but Thomas ran around to stop her.

"Why don't you ever want to talk about it when something's bothering you?" He snapped, and it came out sharper than he intended it too.

"--Because I'm used to dealing with it all on my own!" Shadow snarled, then snapped her mouth shut, looking startled by her own answer.

"Finally, some honesty! See how easy that was?" Thomas sighed dramatically, and she glared daggers at him. "Like it or not, you have friends now, so you're going to have to get used to people checking in on you every now and again. So suck it up, stop moping, and let me help you."

"Excuse you?" Shadow sputtered, totally caught off guard by his brusqueness, especially from someone so typically shy. "What did you do with the real Thomas?"

"I'm not finished yet. I have a gut feeling I know the real reason why you don't like the fireworks." He raised his eyebrows expectantly, and Shadow groaned inwardly, knowing there was no dodging the question. She scrunched her eyes as if it physically pained her to answer.

"To put it in kid-friendly words... Let's just say that I don't have the best history with things that go 'boom' and spontaneously combust. There. Happy?"

"Very," Thomas said smugly, which earned him another poisonous glare from her. Then his expression grew serious and genuine. "I, uh, might have a way to help you see that the fireworks aren't as dangerous as they sound...?" He trailed off, waiting for her response to his open-ended offer.

She sighed heavily, shrugging in defeat. "Something tells me that 'no' isn't a choice here."

Thomas nodded, offering her a reassuring smile. "Follow me." He headed off with a reluctant Shadow sulking behind him the entire way as he navigated to the balcony. Shadow hesitated at the glass door, only briefly, before coming to stand at the railing next to him.

More crackles and bangs went off in the distance, and the discomfort was plain on Shadow's face, unhidden for once. Then a firework went off much closer, and she winced in surprise, grip tightening on the railing, before staring up in amazement at the bright colors that lit up the sky for a heartbeat. "So this is what you humans like to spend your time doing?"

"Yup. The most fireworks usually go off on the fourth of July specifically because it's a national holiday." Thomas bit his lip, a nagging question at the back of his mind. "Is... is it all right if I ask why you don't like things that go 'boom'? I'm pretty sure I already know the answer, but I'd like to hear your story."

Shadow turned to him, looking slightly confused. "Why would you care about my history? It's not relevant to any present-time events."

"Because it's a thing friends do! They talk about their... feelings... and stuff."

Shadow's face wrinkled with horror, and Thomas couldn't help bursting out laughing. "Oh, come on! It's not that bad! It's supposed to make you feel better! When you get to talk all your angst out!"

"That sounds more like a 'therapy' thing than a 'friends' thing," Shadow said, eyeing him suspiciously. "I get the feeling you're just trying to pry into my deep, dark secrets to satisfy your own curiosity."

"Even if that's true, will you at least humor me?"

"Hmm..." She hummed to herself thoughtfully, contemplating, as more fireworks went off in the far distance. "Fine. I'll play your... 'feelings'... game. But only if you promise to stop nagging me about it."

"I promise!" Thomas leaned against the railing beside her, sensing that she was letting him in on a rare bit of vulnerability.

Shadow let out a sharp inhale, her eyes going distant, lost in a memory. "The truth is... I maaaaay have a bit of PTSD. And who wouldn't, after everything I've been through? Traumatized by war at a young age... watching everyone you ever cared about die right in front of you one at a time in bloody, painful ways... knowing you can do nothing to stop it all. That you will always be seen as a monster by anyone outside of your own species, hunted to near-extinction. That most people run when they see you or try to kill you because they're afraid of what you can do."

She turned to face Thomas, and he could see the depth of the pain in her eyes, and for once, she wasn't trying to hide it. The years of tragedy and loss she'd endured. "You want to know why I don't like fireworks? Because they dredge up the worst moments in my life that I have tried for so long to bury and forget about. It's something you'll never understand... and I hope you never do." She shook her head grimly as another ball of bright color lit up the night sky.

"You're too innocent to understand what I've been through, and I'm too broken to understand what 'peace' is..."

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@scoundrelwithboba

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton and S/O are holding hands as they make their way through a haunted mansion attraction. Suddenly, the skeleton feels someone else take his other hand. When he looks up, a creepy clown smiles at him with all his pointy teeth. Reaction?

Undertale Sans - You never heard Sans hiss before. Actually, you never thought he could even make this sound. Sans actually got jump scared, hissed at the guy, and teleported a few meters ahead to protect himself. He's not that scared of haunted houses, but that guy got him good. He chuckles afterwards though, amused. It's rare to catch him off guard so great job dude.

Undertale Papyrus - He screams at the top of his lungs, making Undyne panic and throw spears everywhere around her. Alphys immediately ran to hide behind his S/O. After that little accident, Papyrus turns bright red, embarrassed. You didn't see anything, he doesn't want to hear a word out of your mouth.

Underswap Sans - He smirks at the clown, not scared at all, and keeps holding his hand, not caring. No, instead he tells you that you have a guest. You turn around, scream and start to run for your life. Blue is very amused right now. He's also really tempted to hide to scare the hell out of you when you come to search for him.

Underswap Papyrus - He looks at the clown in pure terror. His mind freezes and you have to run to catch him as he passes out in your arms. Yeah. Bringing Honey and his fainting troubles into a house where everything can make him faint is not a good idea. His service dog is growling at the clown, angry.

Underfell Sans - He instantly forgets his promise of the month to not swear in October and starts screaming insults and curses at the clown. You can tell he's not that proud though. He's all puffed out, trying to look big and scary. He didn't like that. He's jumpy at any sound after that.

Underfell Papyrus - He punches the clown in the gut and ends him with a good hit in the nuts with his knee. You stare in complete silence, a bit in shock. He's actually a little shocked himself. He didn't expect that hellish creature to touch him. Hum... He whispers-asks you if he should hide the body even though the poor actor is still conscious, crying on the floor.

Horrortale Sans - Terrible idea. A loud aggressive growl escapes his throat as he pushes the clown on the floor with all his force. He teleports his huge axe to him and you just have the time to stop his gesture before he attacks. Oak is badly triggered, and you decide it's best to get out of here. He hates people touching him by surprise.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow looks at the clown holding his hand, feeling terribly awkward. He saw him come actually, and cringed so hard when he randomly took his hand. That's a solid minute they're just watching the other in the eyes now. Could you... Let go of him? Please? You can see he's not scared right?

Swapfell Sans - That's his limit. Nox screams, throws a bunch of bones everywhere, pushes you on the floor so the clown eats you to gain time, and runs for his life, straight to the exit, never turning back. You find him later hiding in the bushes, waiting for you. What? Don't be mad at him, that's your fault! You dragged him into this horrible place. You know he hates supernatural things!

Swapfell Papyrus - Ok, Rus might have panicked and teleported home... with the clown. Well, that's awkward. Now that there's light, Rus thinks the clown is not so scary after all. The clown on the other hand is completely freaking out now, screaming in fear because Rus kidnapped him and banging on the door to escape him. How the tables turn after all... Rus smirks. He thinks he's going to torture him a few more minutes before taking him back to the haunted house.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He looks at the clown. Then he looks at you. ... Sorry, is he supposed to be scared? Because he's not. He thinks that's really cringe actually and just gives the clown a judgmental look. He wants them to understand they're pathetic and to give up their action now. The clown actually looks down, apologizes to him, and leaves. Wine's S/O is not sure what just happened. But that happened.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He looks at the clown, screams, and jumps on your back to hug you, whining in terror. You have to run out of the room, Coffee kicking you in the ribs like a rodeo horse to run faster and screaming in fear, holding to you like a koala.

[chambergambit]

medium vs message vs subject

tw for for discussion of depression, mental illness and suicide.

I had a Not Great reaction to a New Yorker Cartoon, lol. Gave me a lot of thoughts and feelings, so I decided to write about them here.

(Image description: a black and white drawing posted on Instagram. In the drawing, a man plays fetch with his dog, both of which are accompanied by a thought bubble. In the man's thought bubble, it says "I love how he finds joy in the little things." In the dog's thought bubble, it says, "The emotional burden of alleviating his depression is crushing me." End description.)

I had a pretty visceral reaction to this cartoon. At the lowest points of my depression, "my loved ones are crushed by the burden of caring for me" was a regular, invasive thought, and the thought that immediately followed was, "they would be better off without me."

These thoughts were suicidal ideation. Seeing a cartoon use my suicidal ideation as a punchline, particularly in such a way that affirms the ideation? Felt like a gut-punch.

I left a comment saying this, with the addition of: "I'm not saying jokes about this topic cannot be made. They certainly can be. But they need to be better than this one."

Most of the replies agreed that the cartoon was insensitive. But one person asked: "don’t you think the fact that it’s a dog, who couldn’t possibly think that, means the cartoon is calling this pattern of thought you’re talking about absurd?"

To which I replied:

"I understand what the joke is saying perfectly well. What I'm saying is that the way the joke is presented gave me (and evidently others) an involuntary trauma response. It's presented without sympathy or sensitivity for those having these types of thoughts. There's no real commentary on the nature of suicidality beyond "this is an absurd thing to think." It comes across as mean-spirited. I'm not saying that was the cartoonist's intent. I'm just saying what my experience with the cartoon is. And before anyone jumps in with "it's not that deep" - single gag cartoons are not that deep, but suicidality very much is. A single gag cartoon cannot be as sensitive and nuanced as the subject warrants, resulting in a not great joke."

I kinda hate when you critique something, and someone comes in with what ultimately amounts to be "you just didn't get it."

Like, I did get it. I still didn't like it. Why? Because the joke sucks.

I know that suicidal ideation manifests in absurd thoughts. I think we all kinda know that. But what is the cartoon saying beyond that? What is it saying about the absurdity? Not a whole lot. The joke is just "mentally ill people sure are crazy!"

Yeah dude, we know.

Make a better joke! Say something more! Say it with the sensitivity and nuance the subject deserves! Say it through a medium that allows you to do that!

"But, but if the artist's intent isn't to be mean and reductive, then--"

Shut up. Shut up. It doesn't matter. Someone didn't mean too stomp on your toe, but your toe still fuckin hurts, and the person responsible for that hurt is still the person who did the stomping.

[xarrixii]

F/B Chapter_48 : "Daffodils"

CW: mention of child abuse, small quarrel between friends

TL;DR: Harlow and Alph meet up, revealing some of the unusual tension in Alph's head. Their conversation is interrupted by Gabriel calling.

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The instruction manual flapped beneath his thigh, and Harlow sniffled in the cold air along with the snap of two pieces fitting together. He held the incomplete flower in one hand, grabbing his lighter and coaxing the flame toward where he’d fit the pieces together, having to snap open the lid a few times for a flame to actually spark.

The difference was that Harlow wanted to melt the plastic for the flowers.

He repeated the process several times to finish the daffodil, but the lighter seemed to finally click out at the last piece of the stem.

“Really?” Harlow vocalized and let out a sigh.

He jumped when someone spoke behind him, “Better than it giving out in the middle of a fight, yeah?”

Harlow made a low note and relaxed, letting Raiden plop down next to him and kick their legs far more excitedly over the edge. Raiden laughed, lightly, and leaned forward while snapping their thumb alight and holding it out.

“Need a light?”

Harlow only hummed, but ended up taking it. He pushed his glasses back up with the back of one hand before continuing to graze the fire around the plastic. Raiden laughed—again, and looked at Harlow as if that would magically give them something to talk about.

“What happened to your nose?” Raiden asked.

His immediate reaction was to touch his nose, and he breathed out the stupidity of it. “I got punched yesterday, square in the face. Could have died, actually, extremely tragic.”

“Ah,” Raiden related, tapping their fingers along the edge of the roof and looking back out at the city. “That’s from your turf war.”

“Child trafficking bust,” Harlow corrected with a sniffle. “Kepler was up my ass. Surprised it’s all I got away with.”

“The chief punched you?”

“No,” Harlow snickered, snapping some more of the daffodils together. “Got jumped entering a room.” Raiden nodded. “Liam and everyone else on the job couldn’t get to me, so halfway to unconsciousness, death, whatever, point is there was a hand on my throat, I had to manipulate fire I couldn’t even see. In the spur of the moment I didn’t really care, but⸺ That’s, significant, isn’t it?”

Harlow would’ve needed to be blind not to notice Raiden tense up drastically.

He set the flower he was working on down to free up a hand, grasping the one where Raiden had a flame poking out of the thumb. “Hey I’m, fine. I walked out of a gunfight with all my blood and guts. I’d call that an achievement.”

Raiden squeezed Harlow’s hand, hard. Their voice came out surprisingly angry, “That’s not fine, Urb, Cinder left you to fend for yourself. Again.”

Harlow’s face dropped. “This isn’t like leaving me in an armored truck. It literally wasn’t safe to get to me.”

“You still could’ve—died, and they would’ve just kept moving.” Raiden’s eyes met Harlow’s, and there was something in there that made Harlow want to hurl. Some kind of amplified hatred. “How are you not angry about that? I know for one fact Storm wouldn’t just abandon⸺”

“Ainsley spawned a fire for me to use, Raiden. I wasn’t left to rot.”

“What if you were too delirious to use it?”

“The point is that someone tried.” Harlow spat and instantly regret, swiping his hand away. “Just like I tried to get to you. At least Ainsley didn’t trip and fall at the final hurdle like I did.”

“Don’t⸺” Raiden cut themself off and sighed, running their hand through their hair and ruffling it. “Sorry. I didn’t want to start arguing. That’s my bad.”

Harlow stayed silent, an exasperated breath coming out of him through white air. He felt numb and got up from hanging his legs off the side of the roof, taking the instruction manual under him and stuffing it back into the box along with all the daffodils and plastic petals he’d taken out.

“I’m starting to freeze up here,” Harlow said instead with a police siren humming in the streets below. “Come on. We’ll go chill in the truck. You drive.”

Raiden huffed, but got up. “What if I get pulled over?”

“A shame you think so lowly of your ability to follow the law,” Harlow jested. “Didn’t stop you from driving up here from wherever your Storm nonsense is.”

“Carlson,” Raiden answered without hesitation, grin spilling over their face. “I do miss my truck.”

A staircase descent and heaving a motorcycle into a truckbed later, Harlow rested his head against the truck’s fans blowing warm air at him. Raiden started chuckling as they pulled it out of the space Harlow had parked it in. The traffic was surprisingly pretty good for the afternoon.

Harlow hummed and raised his head. “So what did you want to talk about when you gave me like eighteen notifications this morning?”

“Chief Kepler.” When Harlow raised an eyebrow, Raiden laughed. “You’re probably his new obsession.”

“That’s an interesting way to view the situation,” Harlow says while cracking a smile.

“Not in the⸺ Remember, when we robbed that bank last June?”

“Right.”

Raiden started to talk with their hands, even while they were securely against the wheel. “Yeah. Kep got interested, ‘cause leaving behind one of your guys is a pretty unique situation. I found him doing research on telepathy, viewing security cameras from the stores along the street, he even went up to me and asked about car anatomy.”

They paused to crane their head at the vehicle in front, tapping the horn three short times. “He gave up when he stopped getting leads, but one guy I know put it together, so I know Kepler’s going to. Reoccurring characters are like a kink for that guy.”

“I feel like that would have fit into eighteen text messages,” Harlow noted lightheartedly.

“Maybe I just wanted to hang out. Like before—” Raiden made a wild hand motion “—you know. My mum, and Liam, and this fight to uphold standards of justice. Storm’s fight.”

Harlow scrunched up, a little, and then sat up straighter in the passenger.

What the hell happened to you?

He managed to find a way to redirect the conversation onto something else entirely, and when they stopped at a gas station to fill up the truck, Harlow’s phone started ringing from his bag. He fished it out and didn’t hesitate to pick up when he saw the name, putting it on speaker.

“Gabe, what’s up?”

His eyes were staring intently at the text messages that had ended maybe two months ago abruptly and completely without warning, and then the words popped up.

Mom and Dad know about my telepathy.

Mom’s blaming you in the kitchen.

I stood up for you.

Harlow cringed, so visibly that Raiden turned and opened the door from where they were waiting for the tank to fill up. “Urb?”

I got hit.

Help. I don’t know what to do.

“Gabe, you need, you have to call the police, okay?” Harlow could let it slide against himself. He knew nothing would ever turn in his favor, and he’d learned to live with that. “I know it’s gonna suck, to hang up with me, but you have to call them. Can you please do that for me?”

Harlow shimmied out of the passenger and started to haul the motorcycle off the truckbed when Raiden finished up the gas purchase and helped.

“Urban, what’s going on?”

“Raiden, I have to go,” was all Harlow said while latching the truckbed up again. “We can talk another time, this is, important. It’s Gabe.”

“What happened to Gabe?” Raiden asked, and at Harlow’s expression backed off to let him hop into the driver’s seat and start kicking the truck out of the lot. Harlow heard something crash through the other side of the phone and pulled it away from him as if it would help while on speaker.

I can’t. I can’t hang up.

“Okay. I⸺” Harlow sucked in a breath. “I will call the cops. I need you to stay put, alright? I—I’ll get off the call with them and I’ll call you again.”

Please don’t hang up.

Please.

Please.

“Can you get into Pierre’s room? Mine should be open, there’s a key under my desk. You can enter it through the balcony, there.”

Okay.

Harlow hated this, switching on a blinker at an intersection giving him a red light fuck-yourself. “Gabe, I’m going to call the cops, but I will call you right back, alright? I will be right back.”

Gabriel’s next text came through when Harlow hung up, dialing in the three numbers and praying district four’s officers weren’t busy with something else. He forced himself not to cry through the call, the address, the reason, hanging up and calling Gabriel back.

He forced himself to hit the gas pedal.

To park in the lot.

To go up the elevator.

To walk down the hall.

“Gabe,” Harlow said hoarsely. “I’m gonna need you to put on the headphones, around the lamp. Can you please do that for me?”

Damn it, Harlow thought absently. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

I put them on.

Harlow hung up and slammed open the apartment door.

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The One Time Bakugo Saved Izuku and Regretted It Almost Immediately

Words: 1,791

Characters and Relationship: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya

Summary: Pro Hero Dynamight’s duties involve coaxing civilians from the edge. Too bad this jumper was a little brat.

Warning for suicide mention and cursing.

The sun was already setting over the city by the time Katsuki finished his patrol. It had been another underwhelming day of nothing but petty thefts and low-rate criminals who thought they were too big for their britches. And even though he was thankful no real villain attacks had occurred, he was starting to be bored and was itchy for some sort of excitement. He already had enough trouble trying to do paperwork without setting it, and the entire agency, on fire. Stretching, he decided to make one more sweep on his side of the city. Maybe he could find some scummy extra to punch.

It was about another ten minutes in when he saw the figure on the roof on the wrong side of the railing. Katsuki's training kicked in, and he immediately starting to think of a plan to get to the person. The stairs seemed like the most logical option, but he might be too late by then. On the other hand, if he used his quirk to propel himself forward, he could end up startling the person and having them fall anyways.

Stairs it was.

Katsuki scowled to himself while he ran up the stairs. He wanted something exciting, and coaxing a jumper off a roof wasn't his definition of exciting. When he reached the door, he took a deep breath. Losing his composure was not the way to deal with delicate things such as these. He opened it slowly and made his footsteps as quiet as possible so not to scare the other person. Now that he could get a better look, he could see it was male, and looked about the same age as him. That thought made Katsuki's gut churn. He hated hearing stories of those so young resorting to suicide.

The man didn't even seem to notice his presence, in fact he looked almost peaceful to Katsuki. He had his face tilted towards the sun, eyes closed in a contented expressed, like he was enjoying the way the wind whipped through his green curls, yet at the same time threatened to push him off. Katsuki could almost think he was just enjoying the sunset, if it wasn't for the fact that he was on the wrong side of the railing AND teetering a little too precariously.

"Hey! You, there, what do you think you're doing this high up, huh?"

Katsuki winced internally. Okay, maybe don't start off like that. There was a reason he came in last in his class during their suicide prevention training exercises. "Um, hey, why don't you slowly take a step back from the edge," he tried again, "and we can talk this out. Or something. Whatever it is you want to do. Besides jump!" he added quickly.

Still no reaction from the man. What the fuck? Was he actually ignoring Katsuki?! Taking another few steps forward, a little too threatening one might add, he cleared his throat loudly. "Ya deaf or something? Step away from the edge-"

He finally got a reaction after that, but it was just an annoyed groan from the jumper. "Can't a guy just kill himself in peace? Don't you know it's rude to interrupt someone's rooftop activities?" he said, actually sounding annoyed at Katsuki's interference. Katsuki bristled. The fuck was wrong with this guy, couldn't he see Katsuki was trying to help him? He was about to push him off the roof himself. "Listen here, you sarcastic little shit, I'm trying to help ya!"

"Oh, for fu- I don't want your help!" The man finally turned to face him, and boy did he look pissed. "Just go away-Oh. My. God." His green eyes widened, and he climbed back over the rail, almost slipping twice, and was suddenly in front of Katsuki before he could react at the sudden turn of events. "You're Pro Hero Dynamight! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, pro hero Dynamight is here! This is so freaking cool!" he exclaimed, waving his arms in excitement.

Katsuki watched him blankly, not knowing what to do in this type of situation. Wasn't this guy just trying to kill himself, like, five seconds ago? And now he's fangirling over Katsuki? The guy was still circling around him with an amazed expression, mumbling under his breathe. And then he was right in Katsuki's face, bombarding him with questions.

"Is it true that your explosions have been becoming stronger? Is it because of new advancements to your hero costumes? Do you still rely on smaller scale attacks first, so you don't tire yourself out too quickly?"

“Uh-“

"How much force do you have to put in your quirk to propel yourself forward? How high can you go and for how long? Ugh, why didn't I bring my notebook? I know I have this all written down somewhere... wait! What about-"

"For fuck's sake, shut up! You're giving me a headache with all your mumbling!"

The man immediately shut up, standing at attention. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Dynamight! It's just I'm your biggest fan!" he said, bowing up and down repeatedly. Katsuki grabbed his head roughly to stop him from moving. "First, stop saying 'sorry', and please, for my sanity and yours, stop moving," Katsuki snapped, releasing him. The man stumbled back a little but straightened up. "So-I mean, yes sir, Mr. Dynamight, sir!"

The two stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure what to say. Oh, that's right, Katsuki was making sure he didn't kill himself. He forced himself back into 'hero' mode and continued his work. "Okay, then, what's your name?"

"Oh! It's Izuku Midoriya!"

"Uh-huh. And what are you doing up on the roof, Izuku Midoriya?" Katsuki asked, bracing himself for the tears that were sure to come. What was he supposed to do? Say it'll get better? Pat him on the back? Maybe he should call for backup so he could make an escape. "It's not very safe, don't you think?"

Izuku rolled his eyes. "Duh, that's the point. I'm trying to kill myself here," he said motioning towards the railing, "You kinda put a dent in my plan, though." Katsuki gaped at him. What was this guy's problem?! His training did not cover smartasses. He was literally going to scream.

"Well, that's not a very good thing to want to do," Katsuki ground out through his teeth, fingers twitching. "Don't you have other hobbies to occupy yourself with? I'm on my off hours you know, I'm saving you on my own time from the goodness of my heart. The least you can do is be a little appreciative!" He was being petty, and he knew it, and if Aizawa were listening to him, he would probably be put on probation. But he wasn't and this twerp was getting on his nerves. Aren't sad people supposed to be, you know, sad, and not literally vibrating with excitement upon meeting a pro hero?

At least Izuku had the decency to look ashamed, cheeks flushing a bright red. Huh, he had freckles. Cute.

Bad Katsuki. Not the time.

Izuku chuckled and rubbed the back of his awkwardly. "Yeahhh, sorry about that. Thanks for your help, Mr. Dynamight, but you can leave now," he said, giving Katsuki what he must of thought was a smile. The hero crossed his arms and glared at him under his mask. There's no way it was this easy. The idiot was planning something. "Sure, I'll leave," he said, picking his nails, and he saw Izuku's shoulders drop in relief. "If you tell me what you're going to do when I'm gone."

"Jump off the roof, duh."

"Are you fucking serious?! After all that?! What is your fucking problem!"

"Hey! I didn't ask for you save me! I was doing perfectly fine by myself!"

"Fine?! You're going to kill yourself, idiot!"

"Wow! You're soooo smart! Look, I appreciate your concern, but please just leave!"

"Fine!"

“Fine!”

Growling, Katsuki turned on his heel and started to walk away but stopped halfway to the door. He was not going to let that little shit win. He thinks he can get the upper hand on Katsuki Bakugo? HA! No way, Katsuki was not a quitter, he was getting Izuku off the roof, and if he has to resort to drastic measures, then so be it. Before Izuku had time to react, Katsuki was on him immediately. Izuku let out a surprised squeak as he was picked up bridal style, eyes widening when Katsuki jumped on the edge of the rail, barely holding both of their weights.

He immediately began to beat on Katsuki's chest in fear. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WE'RE GOING TO FALL!!!" he screamed over the wind. This was not how he imagined meeting his idol, especially not when he was trying to kill them both. "Let me down-I mean no-help!" He yelped when Katsuki pinched his side. "Stop fucking screaming in my ear!" he snapped, but then smiled widely.

"You wanted to jump right? Well, Mr. Izuku Midoriya, let's jump," he said, baring his teeth in a smile. With that, he leaped off the railing, both of them now freefalling straight towards the cement. Izuku screamed, holding onto Katsuki for dear life. "You're insane!!!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Shut your trap and stop screeching in my ear!" he said, activating his quirk at the last minute to soften the landing, then curled his body around Izuku's as they tumbled on the ground, Izuku falling on top of him. The idiot's eyes were dilated to the max and he looked on the edge of a panic attack. Katsuki wished he could feel bad, but Izuku brought it onto himself.

Pushing him off roughly, Katsuki got up and dusted himself off. "There, now you're saf-ow! motherfucker!" He fell back down again as Izuku kneed him in the groin and curled into himself with a pained moan.

Izuku was looking down at him, no longer incredibly terrified, but incredibly furious. "You are an ASSHOLE!!! You could have killed us both!" he yelled, waving his arms wildly. "And what would happen if THE pro hero Dynamight died?! Then I would really kill myself!" He sent a pointed glare in Katsuki's direction. "Honestly, fuck you. But not really because you are literally the coolest person I know, oh my god I've met Dynamight, but honestly, fuck you." He gave him one last soft kick before storming off.

Katsuki rested his head against the cement, and he was pretty sure he had permanent damage after that kick and questioning his life decisions. As well as who the hell Izuku Midoriya thought he was. "That fucking deku, I'll kill him the next time I see him," he ground out.

What the hell had he gotten himself into.