#but yeahhh i hope you liked this response!

[mad-hunts]

' I do not believe in any Gods because no Gods were there when I suffered the most grave injustice. if Gods ask me to bow down to them, I'll stain my hands with their blood first so that they can repay me for the injustice I endured while they only watched. '

its a rainy night and much to barton's own dismay, the bar that him and mya were in was closing early that night. they said it was due to some kind of emergency; which he didn't really mind, but upon stepping outside, a light sigh left his lips. there was no way for barton to step down without getting his pants wet... so, he supposed he might as well get it over with quickly. he stepped down as he eyed the impressive amount of water running down the hill they were on. all barton remembered was, somehow, the both of them had gotten onto the topic of talking philosophy: particularly about what their religious beliefs were. now, it seemed painfully clear to him that mya held a rather contemptuous view of gods.

and all things considered, it was understandable. barton remembered thinking when he was a teenager, that if there is such things as gods — then they must be evil, because his life had been toyed around with, and he'd suffered through something no one should have to endure. but now that barton was older, he thought that whoever they were, they must've left long ago. or perhaps god or any sort of pantheon never even existed in the first place. barton had no words for what had been said at first as he looked up at the night sky. the clouds had been cleared away, it looked like, to reveal a surprisingly starry sky.

barton looked over to mya then with an unreadable expression on his face, ❝ yeah. i would want them dead, too. because if there were beings around who are able to stop certain things from happening but aren't willing to? they are capricious and cruel, and they don't deserve any of our respect. ❞ there was a bit of an edge to his tone as he spoke now, but soon enough, barton exhaled deeply to try to regain his composure. he had never asked the hypothetical beings for anything much except as a kid when his father was in one of his 'moods.' but no one, or nothing, came to save him. barton gave mya a smile of understanding and tried to cheer her up.

❝ there are a few good things about being on this miserable rock, though. and one of them is that when you're sad... you can drown your sorrows in delicious food. how about we get some, my treat? ❞

[lususnatura]

[ trace ] — sender traces up receiver’s stomach/chest

the storm had come out of nowhere that night, blamore thought, as there was a very low chance of it raining. but regardless of that fact — there he was with harley while they were out on a day trip he'd suggested they go on... a torrential downpour soon making it so that they couldn't return home because the roads they needed to take to get back to gotham were flooded. and this left blamore with virtually no choice but to get them a nearby hotel room to stay in as they were stuck in ocean city now. despite that, however, blamore tried not to fret about their situation.

though they were greeted by a rather interesting sight of there only being one bed in the room once they opened the door. the woman up front must've thought that they were a couple, or something, blamore had told harley at the time. so it resolved to share the bed with the other once the both of them were tired and did his best to just stay on his side of it. upon cracking its eyes open in the morning, blamore discovered that somehow, it had ended up in harley's arms and vice versa.

his breath hitched then but he noted that he didn't feel any signs of discomfort surface in him; all of the blood going to blamore's head instead. with a newfound dizzying feeling forming in its brain, all it could focus on was that harley looked really beautiful. the rays of sunlight streaming into the room did seem to be hitting her at just the right angle. blamore leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on her lips without thinking after, and this caused him to immediately want to apologize to harley. but the distinct sensation of a hand tracing up his chest made blamore realize that perhaps she actually liked the kiss.

tingles ran through its body as the bones within its ribcage were being touched by harley. as he swallowed thickly, the thumb of the hand he'd already used to cup her cheek when he kissed her gently caressing her skin, ❝ oh. i was about to say i'm sorry, but i don't think you'd be doing that if you hated the kiss. though correct me if i'm wrong, ❞ a chuckle slipped through his lips as the top of its cheeks were now ever-so-slightly rosy. ❝ would you... like for me to kiss you again, harley? ❞

[agapestricken]

He holds out his phone: what are you doing here?

with all of the time that flew by with anastasiy having to find out what a person's regular routine consisted of now (specifically, someone that he 'needed' to kill), the more the doctor couldn't help but feel like there must've been something wrong with him. like maybe ana had always had it in him to be following people in order to condemn them to death; it just took a whole lot of desperation, as well as fear to get him to take the plunge into exploring this unsavory part of himself. but at the same time - wouldn't ana have shown signs of being unempathetic before if this were the truth?

either way, he thought, the definition of insanity was said to be 'doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.' which was something ana hadn't experienced (and hoped he wouldn't ever) throughout his time with what felt like manja trying to teach him some sort of twisted lesson. a sigh escaped his mouth as he looked back down at the map he held to log all of the locations ana's new 'target' had marked him at for the day. this particular man was looking to transform an empty building into a restaurant of his own, which he'd been working tirelessly to paint the walls of for about a week now. though it was always with someone else.

today, though, as anastasiy was following the man quite a few paces behind him... he'd noticed that he was alone so it was now or never whenever it came to killing him. the man seemed to be winding through the streets way faster than usual however like he was in a hurry and ana could barely keep up. it seemed like only a matter of time until he lost sight of the man, which happened quicker than he'd thought; but because yellow police tape was blocking the usual route he took to this building of all things. anastasiy bit onto his bottom lip below his mask afterwards, before quickly turning around; only to come face-to-face with another masked person.

it felt like it took all of ana's willpower to not curse under his breath as he was not expecting anyone to be behind him at all. the doctor tried to calm his heart afterward by taking a few deep breaths, clutching his chest for a moment. a slightly awkward chuckle soon took to filling the silence, ❝ oh, Iisus (jesus). you scared me. i, uhhh... ❞ anastasiy had to come up with something to not raise the other's suspicion. he looked around for a moment before getting an idea that might just work.

❝ i heard that something had happened here, and i've come to help. i normally like to stay in the background because i'm just an information broker... but one of my friends lives in this neighborhood — so, this became kind of a personal matter, as you can imagine. ❞ in ana's mind, this was the type of cover-up that he'd want to use: something that was vague but also gave enough info out to seem legit.

but still, now he just signed himself up to be roped into this investigation somehow, which was a lot less than ideal. oh well; anastasiy supposed there would always be another time to kill that man.

[anthromimicry]

‘you’d be amazed by the things a person can do to survive.’

it was one o-clock on a wednesday and like clockwork, misao found herself coming back from lunch to see another patient of hers. one whom, perhaps-not-so-coincidentally, had just been committed to arkham once more that very same day. and although misao still wasn't entirely sure what to expect upon seeing mary, as she'd come to know her as, she had heard whispers in the hallway that she apparently really didn't look her best. which could really mean any variety of things. thus, one could probably understand why misao braced herself for anything when an orderly finally came into view escorting a vaguely gaunt looking mary into her office. no. actually, upon closer inspection, she could say for certain that she was gaunt. the angles of her patients face did seem more pronounced than ever and she was overall just a lot thinner than before.

misao couldn't help but want to ask mary almost immediately what happened to her upon being greeted with the sight. starvation was, unfortunately, not something she was altogether unfamiliar with herself. and it was like torture for her; meaning it must've been even worse for mary as she was experiencing it, considering she was human. misao still managed to remain as neutral as possible however as she begun their session: though, this time, the doctor had all but raided the small fridge she had in her office in order to give mary more than enough drinks. specifically those with high electrolytes in them. reintroducing food to someone who had been deprived of it for an extended period of time could lead to pretty disastrous effects, unfortunately. and that made making the replacement of those nutrients the most important thing above all.

smoothies, fruit juice, and pedialyte were among them. now, they were talking about what mary had done while she was on the outside. then the topic came to misao telling the other it took a lot of strength to pull through weeks of having little to no food. (well, misao's brain had put in by itself) ‘you’d be amazed by the things a person can do to survive,’ mary told her, plain and simple. misao blinked several times to try to will away a memory of the years she'd spent living solely off of insects when that was clearly not what her body wanted. the doctor leaned forward then, maintaining eye contact with mary.

❝ yes — that's true. the human spirit is a remarkable force that drives us to face challenges head-on, to adapt, and to persevere. i'm just inquiring about it because, when starved of food, the body responds by reducing the rate at which it burns energy. but the human brain operates at a very high metabolic rate, and thus, without proper nutrition... our brain is left vulnerable. ❞ misao stated this in a soft tone as she spoke to mary. emotional comfort was something her patients usually sought out of psychotherapy, after all. she intertwined her hands in front of herself.

❝ so, it could lead to stressful situations being more difficult for those who are in this kind of situation to cope with them. as a result, if you'd be comfortable with it, it's important that i ask you this: how would you rate how you're feeling right now? ❞ misao lowered a hand down before maneuvering it into a sideways position and rose another hand above it, ❝ are you down here, ❞ she shook the lower hand, ❝ more in the middle... or, perhaps maybe even somewhere higher? ❞ she made the higher hand shake a bit. misao honestly wasn't sure whether mary would answer this, but it was worth a shot.

[brutalmasks]

@hexsreality sent ‘❗’ to see my muse having a nightmare and to hear something my muse mutters in their sleep.

recklessness was a quality that bunny mask tried to convince herself she didn't possess. but after what she had done earlier that day, or rather not done earlier, she had to admit that her actions were rather careless. bunny mask knew that she could only go so long without feeding; kind of like a human, except they didn't share energy with people to replenish themselves like she did. it was a rather bizarre way of feeding whenever she thought about it... but in a way, bunny mask was thankful for it. she never would've survived being trapped in a cave for as long as she did otherwise. though, of course, there were obviously some downsides to it.

one of them being that she had to form some sort of physical connection with this person and strangers were often not up for doing such a thing. so, what was bunny mask to do when she neither had the time to get into a relationship with someone, nor did she allow herself to take breaks from her constant killings of criminals? she ignored how hungry she was becoming and went on as if it wouldn't backfire on her later. but after bunny completed what was only her second killing of the day, she was in such a terrible state — for, one moment the spirit was standing and the next, she wasn't. bunny mask could've sworn that she heard someone shout out of concern for her and the rough pitter-patter of someone running towards her, but bunny didn't know what happened from there.

she could've been left to die on that sidewalk for all she knew. but bunny mask had regained consciousness for a moment, and what she was on was a lot softer than the ground. bunny mask noted that there were sheets below her at the same time that she could see sweat glistening on her arms and feel this peculiar light feeling in her head. that's when bunny had lost consciousness once more, her body moving to have her lay on her side and a twitch coursing through it involuntarily. bunny mask would then go on to take slightly more ragged breaths in her sleep as if she was seeing something distressing.

and truth be told, she was. the dream she was stuck in was not pleasant at all. ❝ no... no, get away from him, ❞ bunny mask uttered this in a voice that was just barely above a whisper as she turned to now be lying on her other side. the breaths she was taking sounded a lot more short now. whatever bunny might've been seeing, it was terrible enough for her clothes to now be completely soaked in sweat, in combination with the fever she likely had. the room did feel awfully cold to bunny mask and although this didn't translate into her nightmare, her sickness seemed to be exacerbating the usual symptoms associated with one. as it stood, though, bunny had no idea she was dreaming. it all seemed very real.

[dreamlifebunny]

Manifestation is ALWAYS guaranteed once you've made your wish omg. Like, always always always. A few months ago I said, "Goddddd, I am sick of feeling lonely, I need a boy who I can talk to about video game music for hours. We should be able to chat about anything and everything so easily. And have similar formative experiences so we can just get each other. And he should look exactly like this. And he should be super well put together and someone I don't need to take care of. And maybe we aren't even together because I'm not ready for that, but we can just be absolute besties who have crushes on each other. Yeahhh. Okay, anyway."

Moved on with my life, sometimes thought about it, quite often felt lack about it or heartache over not having friends like this, but always just daydreamed about this imaginal person.

GIRLLLLL, when I tell you that a few weeks ago I met this guy who I used to have a tiny crush on years ago that I totally had forgotten about?? He had a girlfriend at the time that I met him, but now he didn't. We bonded over video game music (especially my current hyperfixation) and made plans to hang out. Last night I hung out with him, and he made me frickin' SOUP in his fancy apartment and we talked about video game music for FOUR WHOLE HOURS. And he played piano soooo fucking well, and had the same experiences as me with music and video games growing up. And he looked EXACTLY like how I imagined him in my mind. God, and he's absolutely adorable, but I'd also be happy if we were just friends, since he's fulfilling my little crush quota. Like, what the fuck? Ask and it is GIVEN.

Whenever I "doubt" the law or I'm feeling lack or anything like that, stuff like this always brings me right back to the reality that I am god and there is nothing that I cannot be, do, or have. It always makes me feel so silly for forgetting my power; I'm team-working with an amazing creator (who in reality is just me, there is no separation) who brings about everything I want, in the exact perfect way, and all I had to do was make a silly little decision filled with hope and fun and love. It's not my responsibility to figure out the how or when, and that makes it fun. It's always guaranteed. It will not be late. It will always be perfect.

Make a wish and let it unfold. You'll be so happy that you did.

[webbluvrsugar]

hi baby, how are you? i hope you’re doing well!!

would you be up to write something about Ethan x fem!reader going to a halloween party and hooking up there? i’m not sure if you’ve done this already, if so, please ignore this!!

a/n: I’ve written them hooking up after a party but the idea of them hooking up at one is soo interesting. (also: tell me why am I getting turned on by my own fic?)

sometimes, Ethan Landry just can’t wait.

Since you two started dating, Ethan has grown comfortable with you, comfortable enough to kiss you in public or in the back of a library, comfortable enough to hold your hand around the group for everyone to see, comfortable enough to explore his own psychotic thoughts on you in bed, and certainly… comfortable enough to fuck you in the bathroom of a stranger during a frat party.

“Just relax, no one’s coming in here..” he says between kisses, closing and locking the bathroom door behind him.

“It’s a bathroom, E, we shouldn’t really be doing this here…” you protest, but it’s not like you care too much, he’s already gripping you by your thighs and lifting you up to place you on the marbled countertop.

“It’ll be fine, I just — I really need this right now, ‘kay?” His hands slide under your skirt, fingertips caressing the flesh there. “I’ll be quick.” He mutters.

You just nod in response because at this point, you’re not sure if you can refuse him, especially since he’s already kneeling in front of you, pulling your panties down with two fingers and nestling in between your legs.

His tongue peers out and licks a wide strip up your cunt, pressing against your tiny bundle of nerves before licking around the pearl, his hands grip you tighter, spreading you open for him as his tongue goes down to lap at your entrance.

“Oohhhh fuck,” you whisper, head kicking back against the mirror as one of your hands goes down to his curls, lightly gripping his hair, making him hiss into you.

His mouth attaches around your clit, sucking it gently, your feet curl with the motion, a rather loud moan escaping you.

“Feels’good, huh?” He mocks, pinning one of your legs with his arm as his finger drags up and down your slit, toying with your pearl before he slowly thrusts it inside you, his eyes focused on your face to watch your expression. “Yeahhh, there you go, that’s it, just how you like it.”

He slides another finger in, giving you sharp and pointed thrusts, the tips of his fingers reaching exactly on that spot you like. His tongue goes back to play with your clit, your back arches and your hand drops from his hair to clench on the edge of the counter, your breathing heavier by the minute.

“‘M so close.” You tell him, but he already knows, he can feel your walls clenching around him like a vice.

“I know, I know.” He whispers, his fingers thrust quicker in you, and with that pace, you feel like you might explode in any minute, your whole body feels like it’s in flames — and when you finally do cum, you’re only met with a smart smirk of his.

“See? I always have good ideas.”

[mad-hunts]

this place, just like shakespeare had quoted in the tempest, was hell and all the devils were here. though some would have differing opinions as to who the devils were, barton's opinion never swayed of that: it was the staff. they loved keeping the patients compliant here rather than actually helping them... not that he actually fully believed he needed theirs, or anyone's, help. barton took to glaring at one of the cameras in the side of the room when he heard the door to the shared access room ' buzz. ' his eyes naturally trailed over to whoever entered through them then.

and although he wasn't surprised to see joker, barton was somewhat shocked by the terrible state she was in. she kind of looked like she'd been through the ringer to him. however, barton knew that he wouldn't really be able to do much for her right now, so it would probably be best if he just forgot about it. the fact that they just left her alone to push herself though whenever it looked like joker couldn't use either of her arms properly... ooh, barton might hold a strong distaste for her normally, but even he had to acknowledge it was just cruel. he really did miss his sharp nails which those pricks had cut pretty much the instant he got in here.

they could easily slice into an orderlies throat if he applied enough pressure. the only reason he was able to think this at all, however, was partially because he deliberately hid the medicine that they tried forcing on him that morning. that was when barton heard joker call out his name. he immediately looked over to her, seemingly trembling in her spot and highly fatigued. what the hell had happened to her? barton listened to her plea for help, then her request in silence, but there seemed to be something about joker's whole situation that made him empathize with her ( at least cognitively ). there were too many people around for him to take a scalpel he'd stolen out so freely so he'd have to be tricky about it, barton thought.

and tricky he was. ❝ okay. i'm going to make it look like i'm just hugging you while i'm cutting it open, alright? there's too many eyes around here for me to just do it plain out, ❞ barton was agreeing to help her, in other words. he grasped the scalpel off of the tape clinging to his skin currently and crouched down to joker's level with it hiding in his sleeve. barton wrapped an arm around her middle in a 'hug' and pulled himself closer to her, before ultimately taking out his scalpel completely. the sound of the cast being cut through like a saw was just barely audible as was what he told her previously. when he finally reached the end of it, barton felt like he had to ask this to her, pulling away to such a level that people still wouldn't be able to see anything but also that she wouldn't be uncomfortable.

❝ why did you have to sneak it into your cast? have they been refusing to give this injection to you that you need? ❞ barton's voice sounded very calm, though in an eerie way, like there was something stirring inside of him. what he said next just seemed to confirm it, ❝ because if so, then you can keep this knife, and once you're better — make them pay for it. ❞

The loud buzzer signalled that the doors were being opened to let another inmate in. They never let all the inmates be together at the same time in the shared access rooms; besides the mess hall. Right now, the orderlies were wheeling in Joker. Taking off her spit mask before, she was nudged aside and practically shoved into the room as they closed the door behind them. Leaving the Clown Princess of Crime to scowl at the door. To say she was a mess would be an understatement. It was no secret that Joker's body was a medical mystery. That she healed inhumanly fast. But that hadn't been the case as of right now. The scrapes and bruises remained, the broken bones had yet to fully set. And rather than her cane, she was forced to use a wheelchair; although they had given her a manual one. Despite her not being able to really move around with one arm propped up to her chest and the other in a cast. Despite this, she still moved her hand down and began awkwardly wheeling herself through the room. Ignoring almost everyone till she reached the man she was looking for. "Dr Mathis." No nicknames, no giggles, no theatrics. The look on her pale skin was one of pain and discomfort. Her hair tied in a messy bun, no make-up to be found. And she was quivering in discomfort. A discomfort so deep that she could not even properly act the way people expected her to. A discomfort that reached her very being, her soul, carved into her bones! "I need your help..." Her voice clear but not too loud to draw attention. Bringing up her arm encased in a cast. "Inside the cast is a syringe filled with Smilex. I need you to break open the cast and inject me with it."

Her eyes drooped with a deep sadness. She was hurting, and not because of the injuries. There was something else, something deeper, that was hurting. She was twitchy, quivering with every motion. Like an addict needing a fix. But then there were the signs of dried blood under her nose, on the collar of her jumpsuit. On the side of the cast. "Please..." // - @mad-hunts

[meazalykov]

soft spot (2)

esmee brugts x reader

part two (part one here)

summary: the emotional reader finds happiness again

The first season at Barcelona went fast for Y/n. After joining Barcelona Femení, she gradually found her rhythm, both on the pitch and off. Her initial nervousness about fitting in faded as she formed strong bonds with her new teammates, none stronger than the one she developed with Esmee. 

Despite their clash during the World Cup, and after Y/n’s apology, they became close friends, their connection deepening with each passing month. A few examples were when Y/n scored in her debut against Madrid CFF in September, Esmee was the first to congratulate her as it was a goal in extra time. When Esmee scored her hat-trick against Eibar, Y/n was the first by her side congratulating her. 

The girls hung out all of the time outside of the pitch. Their personalities clicked together like a smooth puzzle. Esmee was shy, more reserved, and relaxed. Y/n was extroverted, yet kind and creative. There wasn’t a weekend (unless there were international breaks) where the duo wasn’t together. Other Barcelona girls took note of this. 

“Y/n, what are you doing this weekend?” Ona said. Y/n turned around at the voice and saw Ona, Salma, and Vicky approaching her. The American smiled at her friends, she had a few plans but she knew she could fit the three Spanish girls into her calendar. 

“Nothing too much. What's going on?” Y/n asked. Salma put her arm around her shoulders, Vicky doing the same, as Ona started speaking– 

“We were thinking about going to the Men’s game against Napoli on Tuesday. Its their second-leg game.” Ona said. Y/n’s eyes widened as she remembered that Esmee and her already had plans to go to that game together. She thought that Ona, Salma, and Vicky were going to ask about something else. 

 “Oh yeahhh– sorry Esmee and I already had plans to go together. You can all join us—I’m sure she won’t mind.” Y/n sighed. Salma and Ona smirked to each other as Vicky patted on Y/n’s back. 

“Y/n—- do you have a crushhhh?” Vicky teases Y/n. The other Spanish girls giggle as Y/n blushed at the question. 

“Noooo I dooo nottt” Y/n dragged out her response in the same teasing tone Vicky did. 

“You’re lying!” Salma’s jaw dropped as the other girls started to laugh even harder, y/n laughing too. 

“Stop it!! You guys can join us on Tuesday, it'll be fun!” Y/n offered, feeling bad that she couldn’t fulfill Ona's plan. 

“No thank you, I don’t want to interrupt your guy’s date!” Ona smirked. All of the girls laughed as Y/n blushed, not denying that it was a date in her mind. 

As the months passed by, Y/n had a high level of anxiety when she realized she was falling in love with Esmee. 

Memories of Jane's betrayal last summer haunted her. She moved on and doesn’t love Jane the same anymore, with the help of her sport’s therapist, but betrayal doesn’t leave the mind of most people. Y/n was terrified of making herself vulnerable again. 

However, she reached out to Ingrid, Mapi, and Ona for help. The three women gave constant reassurances and helped soothe Y/n’s fears. They all spoke highly of Esmee's character, assuring Y/n that she would never treat her the way Jane had. 

Y/n and Esmee spent most of their days together, sharing late-night talks, laughing over shared inside jokes, and supporting each other through the highs and lows of their games. Y/n's heart raced whenever Esmee was near, and she often found herself lost in Esmee's eyes, the fear of vulnerability slowly replaced by a blossoming hope. She hoped that Esmee felt the same love for her.

Now, the Champions League final against Lyon is here in Bilbao. The entire team was abuzz with excitement and nerves, and Y/n felt a mix of both as she took her place on the bench. The girl knew she wouldn’t start, but she assumed that she would have the opportunity to play today since Jona is the coach who wants to give his players minutes. Anyways, Y/n watched the game intently as the minutes passed. Barcelona and Lyon were locked in a fierce battle, and the stakes couldn't be higher.

When Aitana opened up the score, Y/n jumped up and sprinted towards the shorter woman. The entire bench followed her as the ballon d’or winner jumped and celebrated with them.

Later in the 71st minute, Jona called Y/n's name, signaling for her to sub in for Salma. With her heart pounding, Y/n stepped onto the pitch, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. It was her first Champions League campaign, everyone knew that and their eyes were now on her, and the significance of the final wasn't lost on her. 

She drew on the encouragement from her teammates, particularly Esmee, whose support had been a constant source of strength for her this season. Being the first sub in this final drew attention, she needed to contribute to an inevitable win for Barcelona.

Even though Barcelona was up by one, the tension was palpable. Danielle Van makes a mistake which leads to Caroline Graham Hansen making a brilliant run up the right side. Y/n fast feet sprinted to meet her up the pitch, her eyes fixed on the ball. As Caroline approached the box, dodging Bacha’s attempt to block her, she executed a perfect left side pass, sending the ball directly into Y/n's path. 

Without hesitation, Y/n took the shot with one-touch, her foot striking the ball cleanly. The Lyon defenders weren’t fast enough to stop it, since Y/n knew that more touches on the ball would lose her that opportunity. The ball soared into the right-top corner of the net, past the outstretched hands of the Lyon goalkeeper.

The crowd erupted in a deafening roar. Y/n, overwhelmed with joy and disbelief, spread her arms and ran in celebration. The cameras captured her glistening eyes as she ran to the corner closest to the benches.

Her Barcelona teammates on the bench stormed the field, knowing they’re up 2-0 with twenty minutes of the game left. All of the girls and coaches surrounded Y/n in a warm (yet loud) embrace.

Esmee was the first to reach her, wrapping Y/n in a tight hug, her head nestled into Y/n's neck.

"I'm so proud of you, Mijn liefje" (My darling) Esmee whispered, her voice filled with genuine emotion. She knew that Y/n wouldn’t understand her Dutch, which gave her the confidence to say the nickname she gave her. 

Y/n blushed, her adrenaline mingling with the warmth of Esmee's praise. She felt a surge of happiness, her fears and doubts melting away in that moment since the goal gave her the biggest boost of confidence.

The game started again and from the sidelines, Vicky nudged Esmee. "You're still going to confess your feelings to her after the final, right?"

Esmee glanced at Y/n on the pitch, before looking back at Vicky her heart swelling with affection. "If we win, I will."

Everyone on the team knew that Esmee and Y/n were in love with each other. However, they left it to the girls to decide on when they’ll want to confess. The whole team was aware that Esmee will ask her out after the final, little did they know— Y/n had the same plan.

The final minutes of the match were a blur of intense play and mounting anticipation. Esmee came on the pitch which excited Y/n, she knew it was Esmee’s first Champions League final too. She loved Esmee on the pitch with her, as they’re both ⅔ forwards on the pitch that moment.

Ale subbed into the game next and scored the third goal just a few minutes after. This celebration overwhelmed the fans, knowing that Barcelona would win. Y/n held up Alexia’s jersey for the fans after the captain took it off her body. Camera’s captured this site beautifully. 

When the final whistle blew, confirming Barcelona's victory, the team erupted in celebration. Amid the chaos, Y/n and Esmee found each other again, their hearts pounding with more than just the thrill of victory. Y/n wrapped her arms around Esmee’s shoulder as Esmee held hers around Y/n’s waist. 

As they stood together, before the trophy celebration, Y/n took a deep breath. "Esmee– Hi!” she awkwardly said. 

“Hi!” Esmee laughed with Y/n. She looked into the girl’s eyes and saw love and happiness in them. Y/n was the most beautiful thing to her at the moment, even with the Champion’s League trophy a few yards away. Y/n felt the same with Esmee as she placed her hands on the back of Esmee’s neck, where her braids gently fell on them.

“We won!” Y/n pumped her free hand into the air, the one that wasn’t holding Esmee. 

“We are champions!!!” The Dutch girl mimicked Y/n's movements which caused the girls to laugh uncontrollably through the awkwardness. The American realized that she needed to stop holding back from telling Esmee the truth.

“Es– um– there's something I need to tell you." Y/n swallowed. She looked over her right and saw Vicky, Ingrid, and Ona looking at them, they looked away once Y/n noticed their looks. 

Esmee smiled as Y/n looked back at her, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Me too, Y/n. You can go first."

Y/n's heart raced, but she pushed through her nerves. "I love you, Esmee. I wish I had told you this earlier. I've fallen in love with you, and I have to tell you, even if you don’t feel the same."

Esmee's eyes widened in surprise, and then she laughed softly, her joy evident as she pulled Y/n closer to her. "Y/n, I love you too. I should’ve said something earlier too."

After the celebrations with the trophy, getting pictures with the trophy with friends and family, and rolling around on the ground with the confetti— Y/n pulled Esmee away into the hallway which led into the dressing room. 

Both girls had the same idea as Esmee turned Y/n’s body around to face her– the girls immediately pulled themselves into a kiss, sealing their love with the triumph of their shared victory.

“Looks like the Champion’s League isn’t the only thing you’ve guys won!” Salma ran into the dressing room and cheered at the sight of her friends in love. She runs beside the couple and starts jumping up and down. 

The couple laughed and started to do the same thing. This is the best ending to a season ever, and y/n was grateful that her soft spot for Esmee blossomed into something more. 

<3

[arminsumi]

could i request softdom!armin x shy!reader nsfw? reader is shy to the point she can’t even speak about fornication without blushing furiously, so how could she express her need for her sweet bf’s touch? 🙈

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐒𝐡𝐲

A/N: ahhh srry to take sooo long on this request but i hope u enjoy it thoroughly mwaaa!! 🤤💗

Wc ≈ 1.5k

Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader

Summary: Armin showing you it's alright to be needy for his touch 🥰

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, lowercase used, semi-clothed sex, soft dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, pns (baby, good girl, angel), condom used, fingering

“Angel, it’s totally natural; no need to be shy. Come here.” Armin murmured at you.

You timidly pawed over to him on his bed as he beckoned you, sitting there cross legged; his prettiness made it even harder for you to approach him even though his eyes were so tenderly welcoming.

“Sit on my lap.” He commanded gently, patting his thighs, “Promise I don’t bite.” He chuckled softly when you gave him a hesitant look.

It takes a lot of inner strength to straddle his lap. “Get comfy – c’mon, sit, sit.” He encouraged, his soft hands coming to guide you into a comfier position.

Min soothingly pecked under your ear on your neck. Your response was to cutely scrunch up your shoulders and give him a very, very shy look that absolutely melted his heart.

“You’re so cute, baby.” He said, letting his hand rest teasingly on your upper thigh. He gently squeezed. “You don’t need to hold back. Tell me what you want.”

You made a humming noise, “Well…” you began slowly, avoiding eye contact. Armin brought his other hand to the back of your neck, holding it with a loving touch, stroking his thumb back and forth to soothe your nerves.

“Just blurt it out.” He said, “I wanna hear it.”

“I wanna… ummm… ‘wanna have… sex… with you.” You said. Even uttering the word ‘sex’ was difficult. It felt so dirty.

Armin’s lips spread into the cutest, naughtiest smile that you’ve ever seen him bear. It made you shrivel up even more. Your heart panged.

“Yeah?” he feathered sultrily.

You subtly nodded. “I-if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is, baby.” He assured, holding back his overwhelming excitement. “Want me to guide you through it?”

He started running his soft hands over the curve of your hips, his fingertips grazed under the hem of your shirt.

You nodded.

“Use your words.” He encouraged gently, eager to hear you tell him more of what you wanted.

“Yes, please… ‘want you to be in control.” You told him.

He looked tenderly at you for a moment, then pressed a kiss to your lips. It was one of those kisses – the type that sparked your dirty fantasies in the first place. He started kissing you like that just a few months ago.

It felt like each kiss got slower and slower, more and more sensual. It got you hot between your thighs, subtly squirming on his warm lap. He was attentive to all your tiny movements; nothing slipped past him.

“Baby, keep squirming on my lap like that. ‘Feels good.” He murmured.

“Like this?”

“Mhm. Do it harder – yeahhh like that.” He moaned.

You let out a small whimper when you felt the outline of his cock through his jeans. A whimper so quiet that he almost missed it.

“You like that feeling, huh?” he asked. You nodded, hiding your face in his chest.

That was a common thing you did, he noticed it especially when his hands went between your thighs and massaged around.

“So sweet… need me to touch you here? Uh-huh, I can feel how wet you are. No no, don’t be embarrassed. It’s totally normal – fuck, yeah, squirm like that against my lap again. Keep going. Feels so fucking good – aww don’t hie your face haha.”

His hand came to stroke your cheek, the other working back and forth motions against your clothed pussy. “Want me to put my fingers in you? Yeah?”

You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed after his teasing touches. Something about his hands really turned you on – they were so pretty, so smooth and nimble. You always watched him buttoning up his shirts with a naughty glint in your eyes.

Your heartrate spiked when his hands slipped under your panties.

“Mmm!” you whimpered into his shirt when he toyed his fingertips at the entrance of your hole.

“Good girl. Just relax – oh my, haha… you really sucked my fingers right in, huh? Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to tease.”

Just the action of clenching and unclenching around his middle finger felt so dirty, you completely concealed your face in the crook of his neck. Your hands gripped at his shirt, body hugging tight to his toned chest.

“Does that feel good? Yeah? Feels good when I pump in and out like that?” he asked in a lowered tone, “How about two? Mhm, feels better with two doesn’t it?”

Two fingers, for some reason, made you approach your high really fast. “Feels too good…” you mumbled erotically.

“Wanna cum for me, baby?” he asked, pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot and massaging it in circular motions before returning to pumping his fingers in and out, going faster and faster, relishing in the way you moaned for him.

“Don’t hold back; let yourself feel it. Mmm there we go – oh fuck, I can feel it. Such a good girl.” He almost moaned when he felt you gush and clench around him. He worked his fingers inside you and thumbed at your clit until his hand cramped up.

Watching you subtly shake on his lap and hearing you whimper his name into his shirt made it so hard for him to keep his dick in his pants. He really needed to feel you. He’d thought about it for so long.

“Wanna keep going?” he asked you hopefully after you calmed down from your high. You withdrew your hot face from his neck and nodded.

“Yeah… ‘wanna see if I can take you.” You muttered lustfully. He was surprised at your choice of words, they were so much more dirty than what you’d usually have the courage to say.

“M’kay, baby, lay back and spread those legs for me.”

You did what he said, and he bounced over to his dresser and fished out a strip of condoms hidden in between his clothes. After fumbling with the wrapper between his wet fingers, he just used his teeth to tear the packet open – completely unaware of how you stared and watched like it was the hottest thing a man has ever done in front of you. He was such a sweet boyfriend, really, but sometimes he was so sexy that you couldn’t believe he was the same person.

“Hey,” he gently crawled back onto the bed and tapped his palm against your thigh. “open ‘em wider for me. Uh-huh, wider, like this…” he pushed your legs open wider with his own hands.

“Gonna keep your panties on?” he asked almost teasingly, he chuckled when you nodded shyly. “Alright, whatever makes you feel comfortable, baby. But you’re gonna need a new pair after I’m through with you – haha, sorry, don’t hide your face!”

He pressed a kiss to your lips, making you smile. “I’m so sorry that I’m so shy.” You mumbled.

“I don’t mind it at all. Actually, I like it.” He admitted, hands coming down between your thighs to toy with your plush pussy through the fabric of your panties.

He pushed them aside, and smoothly pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. Your eyes widened when you watched his cock smack against his abdomen.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit just fine. I stretched you out good on my fingers, baby. Now relax, yeah? Gonna fuck you nice and slow. You tell me what you don’t like, and tell me what you want more of… if you want it harder… slower… deeper… mhm, c’mere and give me a kiss.” He muttered against your mouth, slipping his tongue in when you parted your lips for him. It felt buttery soft.

He squeezed int the condom and pressed his hot cockhead against your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit. The second you felt him splitting you open, you covered your face.

“Oh, you’re so fucking cute…” he moaned, melting at the sensation of your pussy hugging his sensitive cock. He sunk himself inside as slowly as he could just to see your reaction to every inch. “Not too big, yeah? Good, good. ‘Might be a bit much to take all of it. Mmm, no, trust me, it’s kinda – uhhh, fuck you’re tight!” he suddenly hissed, “Ah, no, that’s a good thing, don’t worry.”

He seethed while trying to pump himself in and out. Each time he pulled back, it felt like your pussy wanted to suck him right back in. “Can feel you clinging to me… ah, fuck, listen to that.. sounds so fucking dirty…” he muttered under his breath.

“Min!” you squealed, grabbing his arms for support.

He looked into your eyes caringly, “Yeah baby?”

“Feels so good – don’t stop.”

His lips curled into a smirk.

“I won’t baby. ‘Gonna show you how good it feels to cum with someone else.”

[mad-hunts]

❛  there  is  a  possibility  i  am  now  hallucinating .  ❜

it was only ten o-clock in the morning (which was two hours after barton typically opened his clinic), barton thought, and things already seemed to tipping in the direction of it being a long day. though he supposed one could never truly know what to expect in a city like gotham — this case barton was working on now being a fine example of that in particular. lennon just-so-happened to be brought in by a good samaritan, after all, which was a good thing. but it was also a bad thing because they knew next-to-nothing about them.

and upon examining the other, there were signs that there was obviously something going on with lennon. they just unfortunately weren't all that specific. upon hearing the other say she might've been hallucinating, however, barton couldn't hold himself back from creasing his eyebrows slightly. let's see; they'd been brought in after fainting, their heart beat definitely seemed fast, and their eyes were sunken. this was all in addition to them now experiencing hallucinations.

❝ okay, i hear you. would you mind telling me what you're seeing? or, are you experiencing something that's effecting several of your senses? ❞ reacting to it in panic wouldn't help either of them, so barton approached the topic calmly. he rose his gloved hands up to lennon's neck and told himself to immediately get some blood from her after checking her lymph nodes. ❝ i'm going to be putting my hands on your neck for just a moment, okay? i need to to see if you have any inflammation in your nodes. you said you don't feel thirsty, right? ❞

[lususnatura]

“ tell me, what happened?”

in yet another downpour that gotham was experiencing, blamore found himself in the middle of it; and without an umbrella as well. not that that really mattered much, as blamore was in the type of mood that would sometimes make people stand in the rain in hopes that it might cleanse them — relieving their body and spirit of the troubles that held onto them like a vice. he just wished that he knew one single question: why? but the closest blamore had ever gotten to having that question answered was by consulting itself, and yet, it still didn't know for sure whether it had the right idea about things.

was it coming back to life the way he was now (half-monster and half-human) all part of some sick joke run by nature itself? or, had it happened because whatever higher power there may be out there deemed that he wasn't done here — that he didn't get to die just yet? blamore truly didn't know, so perhaps dwelling on it would just end up making him mad in the end. existential dread was something everyone experienced though... right? a sigh slipped through its lips as it sat on a bench in robinson park, uncovering the bandage that concealed the gash on its hand. he'd moved it only to discover it still looked as bad as when he first got it.

a groan slipped through blamore's lips as it was just about to slam its body into the bench out of frustration before it heard someone talk to it. now, looking up, the creature could see that they were someone he definitely didn't know. though they seemed to be asking about his hand all the same. blamore immediately plastered a small smile on its face before going for its go-to answer for things like this, ❝ ahh, it's just an occupational hazard, really. no need to worry about me. i already do enough of that on my own, ❞ while chuckling slightly awkwardly, it then quickly put the bandage back over its wound. blamore could only hope that he'd only gotten a glimpse at it and didn't see that his skin had been partially burned.

whoever they (loki) was, they also had an umbrella on them, he thought. so perhaps if blamore was nice to him... it could move this existential conversation it was having with itself somewhere else. preferably with air conditioning as it was starting to get cold, ❝ say, what are you doing taking a leisurely stroll through the park when its raining this hard? i answered your question, so i think its only fair that you answer mine. ❞

[allwormdiet]

Extermination 8.4

Armsmaster: I'm a genius! Armsmaster: Oh no!

Everything they do against Leviathan is insufficient. It's fucking horrifying.

Skitter just like "ehh, I don't think Parian's hardcore enough tbh"

Also, God, it's just getting increasingly dire just in terms of who's standing, huh? They're down most of the forcefield users at this point, the Triumvirate is down or handling other shit.

Also also I'm so sad that Purity didn't drown in the middle of the street like she deserves

Taylor is so fucking funny, she's like "I'm not brave like these other capes, I'm just standing and working to combat an Endbringer even though my power does absolutely nothing offensively or defensively against it. oh I'm not an adrenaline fiend or anything, I don't live for the thrill of battle, I just have an unreasonably high pain tolerance and not a whole lot of care for whether I live or die"

So her power gets stronger in especially high-stakes situations. Something about her emotional state, or something about an innate response to extreme threats?

Taylor's life seems to involve constant rapid-fire vacillation between predator and prey. It can't be helping with her stress levels, regardless of how good she is at being both of those things.

So this is a tactic that will slow Leviathan down, but if he gets to keep moving for too long then it will immediately turn around and bite them on the ass. Dunno how good of an idea that is tbh.

Fucking automaton freak of a superhero, truly

Also does the wider world never find it alarming that the order goes "parahumans < Endbringers < Scion" because I feel like that would prompt questions about Goldilocks on the regular

New Wave is at 75% strength and the invincible Ward just got fucking vincibled. God that's rough.

Wooo! Nazi down! Yeahhh!

WOOOOOOO NAZI DOWN!

Hope the water slide chaps your legless ass on the way to Hell, Kaiser, you rancid fuck!

Also haha whoops I sure hope that dead armband isn't indicative of some kinda foul play

Well yeah, fuck, I guess it's a good thing she had those decoys after all

Credit where credit is due, if it was possible to actually kill an Endbringer, which I fucking doubt, this would probably be the best show of doing it.

According to Wikipedia, "hubris" describes a personality quality of extreme or excessive pride or dangerous overconfidence and complacency, often in combination with (or synonymous with) arrogance.

According to studies, hubris, arrogance, and pretension are related to the need for victory (even if it does not always mean winning) instead of reconciliation, which "friendly" groups might promote. Hubris is usually perceived as a characteristic of an individual rather than a group, although the group the offender belongs to may suffer collateral consequences from wrongful acts. Hubris often indicates a loss of contact with reality and an overestimation of one's own competence, accomplishments, or capabilities. The adjectival form of the noun hubris/hybris is hubristic/hybristic.

The term hubris originated in Ancient Greek, where it had several different meanings depending on the context. In legal usage, it meant assault or sexual crimes and theft of public property, and in religious usage it meant emulation of divinity or transgression against a god.

Hesiod and Aeschylus used the word "hubris" to describe transgressions against the gods. A common way that hubris was committed was when a mortal claimed to be better than a god in a particular skill or attribute. Claims like these were rarely left unpunished, and so Arachne, a talented young weaver, was transformed into a spider when she said that her skills exceeded those of the goddess Athena, even though her claim was true. Additional examples include Icarus, Phaethon, Salmoneus, Niobe, Cassiopeia, Tantalus, and Tereus.

These events were not limited to myth, and certain figures in history were considered to have been punished for committing hubris through their arrogance. One such person was king Xerxes as portrayed in Aeschylus's play The Persians, and who allegedly threw chains to bind the Hellespont sea as punishment for daring to destroy his fleet.

What is common in all of these examples is the breaching of limits, as the Greeks believed that the Fates (Μοῖραι) had assigned each being with a particular area of freedom, an area that even the gods could not breach

In its modern usage, hubris denotes overconfident pride combined with arrogance. Hubris is also referred to as "pride that blinds" because it often causes a committer of hubris to act in foolish ways that belie common sense.

Anyway I guess Armsmaster has to be called Armmaster now, s- oh, what's this?

Congratulations allwormdiet! You are the 4,000,000th Worm reader to make the "Armmaster joke!"

Oh boy what do I win

Nothing!

O-oh.

Tfw the teenager you deliberately attempted to sacrifice in order to get your moment of glory soloing the raid boss still tries to save your stupid ass

Fucking remarkable that Skitter is still contributing at all considering how hard she's been rocked through all of this

And she's gonna keep doing it, too.

Tfw the teenager you deliberately attempted to sacrifice in order to get your moment of glory soloing the raid boss is the only thing saving your life

Current Thoughts

Colin, Colin, Colin. We'll get into it more once the fight's over but you truly fumbled on this already rancid day. I hope like Hell this will finally get you to be a little humble.

So, some more bad losses in this chapter obviously, sad to see Aegis go for all he was kinda bland and I'm sure New Wave is going to feel their losses something fierce.

But hey, two more dead Nazi capes, so it's not all downsides!

[anthromimicry]

@ethicsbutcher asked: ❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

it wasn't often that misao found herself drifting off while she was spending time with someone she wasn't very familiar with. and this was because, deep down, misao seemingly had a slight distrust towards humanity in general — what with the fact that one was responsible for the very grievous event that claimed her mother's life all those years ago being at the head of it. well, that, and what she'd been taught to believe as a child: to never let your guard down around one because they could easily stab you in the back. but they were not all bad, she'd discovered, and that was a rather black-and-white way of looking at them. regardless, this belief had still managed to dig it's claws into her. so misao remained hypervigilant around humans albeit much less than she used to be. which made it all the more confusing that all she could find herself doing was looking into the wine that doctor lecter had provided her with before one of his infamous 'ceremonial' dinners.

misao had barely touched it and she'd already had too much in her mind. it was a bit of a bummer that she couldn't indulge in it as freely as he could, but as the saying goes: c'est la vie, right? misao soon found herself being snapped back to reality by the sound of hannibal's voice. 'oh, god,' she thought. how long had he been talking to her? misao put on a small, apologetic smile as her eyes met the others, ❝ ahh, forgive me if it seems like i wasn't paying attention, doctor lecter. i was listening, but i guess you could say i have a lot on my mind, ❞ that wasn't exactly completely true but it wasn't a lie either. for, misao only really had one thing on her mind, but it had been plaguing her mind ever since she got here: what could've been his motives behind why he invited her here. they had only talked in passing when they were both within the walls of arkham, after all, hadn't they?

misao squinted her eyes at the other as if she was trying to read hannibal then. but he was not a particularly easy person to be read, even with everything she knew about body language, and how people's minds worked. winging it seemed like the best option from there as a result as misao eyed the food he was preparing, ❝ oh? that's an interesting question, though i hope you aren't asking it out of some attempt to psychoanalyze me. i already do enough of that to myself, ❞ a light snort left her nostrils then before her eyes flitted up to meet the other's once more. misao wasn't afraid of him, but what was his objective here, hmm? ❝ but if you want the truth, i think i have been mainly focusing on what's been happening around me in the present for a while. i suppose because although the future does matter, we could all die tomorrow. and because of that, i feel as if it's only right to consider the present first. ❞

misao shrugged slightly and made sure hannibal saw her take another swig of the liquor he'd given her even though she really shouldn't have. she resisted the urge to grimace at the acidity of it by closing her eyes momentarily, before speaking up again, ❝ that's just my opinion though. is there any reason why you have been thinking about what's to come, doctor? maybe something... or someone? ❞ misao's voice rose an octave whenever she'd said that last part, trying to convey that she was interested in his life. though misao just asked him this out of 'politeness' so that she could more smoothly question him down the road about why he'd chosen her to invite to his home out of all of the arkham staff. misao didn't actually care much about it. however, she was a good liar. or she thought she was anyway.

[brutalmasks]

(for the invasive question meme) don't you think killing filth makes you become it? you are not exempt from your rules.

in shock, bunny mask simply stared at the person in front of her for a few beats. there was a massive difference between killing people out of cruelty and killing people to prevent them from doing any harm to anyone else. at least, in her mind, there was. bunny mask tilted her head at the figure and tilted her head, ❝ i am sorry, i do not think i understand the question. you are saying that by taking matters into my own hands, that i am just as bad as the perpetrators of terrible crimes such as killing innocents, hurting animals, and making a plan to slaughter many people at one time? hmm. well, that is... an uncomfortable thing to have to respond to. ❞ (on a scale of 1-10, she would say it was about an eight in uncomfortableness.)

bunny mask looked at the claws on her hands as they were a weapon just as much as a knife or a gun might be. and more people than she could count at this point had died by them, though there was one thing for certain: they all possessed the sickness. she cleared her throat, beginning to talk once more, ❝ i suppose it depends on what you think the definition of justice is. for me, it is acting in the well-being of all innocents, even if that means punishing them or killing someone because they had done something unmentionable to another or were planning to. but some may definitely say that my own way of enacting justice is not the right way, yes. and that is because there is a system in place that humanity uses to jail or let go these criminals that are so prevalent throughout these streets now. ❞

she looked almost like a deer-in-headlights as her glowing white eyes shone even in the dim lighting of her cave. and they were widened as well, as if she was trying to take in as much information about the situation as possible, ❝ but whenever it comes to how human society has employed third parties such as the police and judges to essentially bring forth justice in the place of what you may consider me to be — a vigilante — then you have to take into account how that may work well in small, close-knit communities where there is more familiarity among the population, with the way today's society is constructed? it does not fare so well considering how large and extremely disconnected, yet also simultaneously interconnected it is. so one could argue that vigilantism does indeed have a good role to play in this world. ❞

bunny mask took one step closer to this stranger. she was now within arms reach of them, ❝ when the objective letter of the law prevents 'authorities' from finding justice for those who have been victimized, i would say that it is important that someone steps in. and the instant i saw what darkness lies in the hearts of men... i felt that it would be hard for humans to recognize all of these perpetrators before it is too late. humans can be incredibly deceptive and i am not claiming to be perfect either, but i am only trying to help by getting rid of the plague that has seemed to rage war on your population for thousands of years. this plague is evil. in addition, i have noticed a rather popular trend occur with the law. there have been so many instances where it has been distorted and against the needs of the people over the years, which is exactly what they swore they would be serving. ❞

bunny mask placed a hand on this stranger's shoulder. she did this only to look down upon them, a neutral expression taking over her features. ❝ so i believe it has become necessary for me to protect innocents because your own people have shown that you may require an outsiders assistance to quell this 'crime problem' that has formed here. and i do not mind offering my services to you all, because i love humanity. i do this out of the love i have for you all, in fact, and not because i crave power or prestige. and thus, i do not think i am the same as the people you are talking about. i am attempting to save as many lives as i can and sometimes you have to do the 'hard thing' to make that happen, because what other choice do we have when there is so much suffering? ❞

[boonsmoon]

Heavy Is The Crown

yeahhh, it fits pretty goated song

Request Chungus ML Dragon Ball ML Vegeta x f!reader Genres: Oneshot|Angst|Platonic

It wasn't easy being friends with Vegeta. In fact, it felt like you were constantly fighting to meet impossible standards to even be allowed to talk to him. It didn't help that you were a human, he was definitely specist or whatever species racism is called.

You decided to check in on him and entered the gravity chamber, obviously not walking in. Who knows how high that thing is set to...

Vegeta must've finally hit his limit, as you found the gravity machine turned off with him laying on the floor. You knocked on the door to alert him of your presence, preferring to not deal with a spooked saiyan. He noticed you and immediately stood to get on his feet, clearly disappointed in himself for being caught lacking. "How you holding up in here?" You asked him, only to get a glare in response. The silence went on for what felt like forever before he spoke, "if you're going to interrupt my training and enter this place, you may as well join." Oh. You weren't exactly the strongest, but some bonding time is better than none, right? It wasn't very far into the fight when you already gave up, your foe too strong. If you had a white flag you'd be waving it furiously.

You could see the clear disappointment in Vegeta's face as he frowned, "pathetic. This is what earth is supposed to depend on?" Ow...Words hurt, man. "Your expectations for everyone are too high, including the ones for yourself. Why not try expecting to hit a lower goal first?" You hoped to convince him that his expectations were unrealistic, especially for a human. "A fool as well! You may as well die with this power level, woman." The degradation was getting out of hand, what kind of ally constantly puts down his teammate? Vegeta. Vegeta is the ally to constantly put down his ally, and it was really getting on your nerves. "For some prince, you sure are cold hearted. The only thing on fire is your streak for destroying everyone's self-confidence, so congratulations!" You walked away and left the gravity chamber, deciding you were done putting up with the saiyan for today. Of course, you didn't see it because you were turned, but his eyes flashed with disappointment and sadness. He ran another person off.

Your words began to sink in, "for some prince..." You would notice, you would realize he was an amazing prince, the leader of all saiyans. Your mocking would cease one day. "I'll show you, human." He knew he couldn't though. Leader of all saiyans? All two of them? What a joke of a prince...

It was a beautiful day, or at least it was beginning that way. It got interrupted by the one and only Vegeta, however. "Why are you here?" You inquired, only to be met with silence, he seemed to do that a lot. As he got closer you could see his glare and notice his angry stomps. Almost immediately when he got a few feet in front of you he began to fight. "I'm giving you what you asked for! The power of a real prince of saiyans!" He really took what you said to heart, and honestly going all out was NOT the greatest. The sunrise of the day mixed with the spirit waves of his attacks left the impression of a fire in the area. The falling dirt and rubble of trees felt like ashes in the wind. He was too quick, and you were too surprised. Barely dodging one of Vegeta's attacks left you scraped and bleeding. "When!? I never asked for this!" He wouldn't dare explain it to you, a human peasant would never understand. The fight was too much and you ran away, why? What went wrong? How did mess up this time and drive you to leave him. "Why am I such a failure?" Vegeta hung his head in shame, a heavy weight taking over him.

You were walking the streets, minding your own business like any other day, but it took a turn for the worse, at least to you. Vegeta seemed to be out and about too; however, it seemed he hadn't noticed you yet. Maybe you can stay out of his sight a bit longer until once reaching somewhere safer, like your home.

Of course, nothing is that easy. He spotted you and immediately started to walk your way. You didn't feel like putting up with him, so you started to speed walk. He kept getting closer, so ended up running. Perhaps thinking an alleyway would be a shortcut wasn't the best idea. Vegeta finally appeared in front of you, forcing a confrontational conversation. "First you insult me. Then when I prove my worth you run from me. How cowardly can you be?" Prove his worth? Was a surprise attack proving his worth to you? You've had enough of his attitude as of late, "you know what? Maybe you deserve to be insulted! And maybe I'm tired of being put down every second I'm near you! Your worth? You mean reinforcing the idea that an alien is stronger than me?" There was visible anger in your face, "go back to training. Leave me alone!" Seems Vegeta didn't like your show of rebellion towards him. The steps he took closer felt like thunder, it seemed like the world shook with each step he took. "You're tired? Maybe I'm on my last nerve because a human thinks she can say what she wants and get away with it! You should've bit your tongue, woman, if you didn't want this."

It seemed your path had been chosen the moment you spoke up against him. Vegeta was determined to make your life hell for a comment on his title as prince. "You. You are insufferable. I don't want to see you." Turning to walk away he reached out but never fully grabbed hold. Wrong again, it seemed no matter how hard he tried he was never going to get on your good side. Vegeta was just too good at being bad, cursed to never have nice things because he can't lose the facade of arrogance and pride. You weren't put on a path to be tortured, no. You were dragged into Vegeta's destiny to suffer the weight of his title, his legacy, the expectations of a prince and a saiyan. Despite the harmful words he threw, you were closer to a pen, elegant and on point. He was a sword, causing harm that could be healed with time, never truly inflicting damage when dulled. Two opposites that could never get along, and it was his fault. Perhaps...Loving you was another failure, an unreachable goal.

Training in the gravity chamber felt more solemn than it should be. He shouldn't be thinking this much about you, about how he hurt you and now will never be granted your presence again. All Vegeta could do was think about the times you did spend together. How you were nothing but kind to him despite his comments. Yet he let that one training session go too far and ruin everything.

This is what he asked for. He asked to be alone, to become a lonely individual with no one to lean on, no one to turn to in times of need. It was his fault that Vegeta let his 'saiyan pride' take over so much of his life. Saiyan pride? Where is pride when there is no one to witness it? Training was obviously going nowhere, so he walked outside to see that he was training all night. The sunrise would've been beautiful if it didn't remind him of when he attacked you, setting his heart ablaze, causing a burning feeling to arise. Oh, how his whole being would've burned to ashes if it could, cease to exist and end this sadness. "I have no wounds, yet I bleed...How pathetic."

You were going to meet up with Bulma today, a surprise visit really, but seeing Vegeta look off into the rising sun left questions you wanted answered. "What are you doing?' You asked, what was he doing? He's not the kinda person to enjoy scenery, right? "I thought you didn't want to see me," he whispered, almost seemingly to himself. You looked over to him, "well it seems like a weird joke to see you watching the sunrise." There it was, a joke. Yes, that's what he was. Who was he to act like the most powerful when even a human woman could disrespect him to his face?

"I am merely thinking over what I asked for," was all he said. You looked at him in confusion, "and what did you ask for?" He took in a deep breath, "solitude." The sun rose higher over the horizon. Vegeta's pent up feelings boiled over, he couldn't hold it in as silent tears fell. "I bleed, yes. I bleed, and yet there is no one to heal my wounds but myself." You looked over him, checking for anywhere that has blood or signs of harm. You hummed at the metaphorical bleeding, "do you want someone to help?" You moved closer to him, "it would...be appreciated."

You put your hand in his, "sometimes we expect things, and they don't turn out the way we wanted," you looked over at him, "this is to say...sometimes we don't ask for our pain." You could've sworn the sunlight above his head shone as bright as a jewel. A crown fit for a prince, even if not tangible. That heavy feeling he's had, it dissipated with your touch.

Vegeta will try, no matter how difficult a task it proves to be. You can hate him if you must, but he swears on his pride as the prince of saiyans that he will make you love him one day. Despite your human heritage, you will be his queen, and he will be your king.

This is a burden that must be shared together. Maybe not today or tomorrow, or even a year from now. But his legacy will thrive as long as he has you by his side.

Vegeta lowk brocken tho yfm

i hope yall see the vision i tried yk

also chunky fic we love those

btw MERRY CHRISTMASSSS, HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY FOLKS