#his whole “no no don’t do that stunt yourself you could get hurt!

[loveluststerek]

STUNTMAN STEVE PLS

SFX Make Up Eddie? He be like “Well I can see you don’t need any bruise make up, big boy.” All concerned and such idk

[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> mention of harm words -> 1.3k

abstract -> healing takes time...

y/n’s perspective

“His memories are still all over the place, it could be a trauma response that his brain has blocked him out from,” Doyoung said and I knew at this point this was true. 

“We’ll have checkups every few months but amnesia isn’t always a happy ending,” he said and I nodded as I was led out to the waiting room.

“You really tied your own hands up when you adopted troublesome hybrids' ' I heard and I turned around to see Chenle. I smiled… “I don’t regret getting them, I love them a lot. They also make me happy. '' I said and he chuckled. “I guess that's all that matters' ' he said and I nodded. 

“I remember how upset you were… with the whole break up,” he said and I sighed. 

“Doesn’t matter anymore… it's almost been a year anyway” I said and he chuckled. “You’ve been busy even after starting a book after so long. I heard he got a hybrid, too though? Something about his family taking in the mother of his family’s hybrid?” he said. He didn’t even like hybrids…

“Here she is” I heard and I saw Jaemin with San. “Take care of yourself,” Chenle said and I nodded as I took San. “How was it?” I asked and he looped his arm with mine as we walked down the street. 

“Find… all the memories I don't remember… is it better if I stop wanting to remember them?” he asked while looking down. 

“Why don’t we find somewhere to eat huh?”

san’s perspective

She took me to a cafe I think I heard Wooyoung talk about. It seemed familiar. She ordered us some food and he stared at me for a while before she decided to speak. 

“You know… you always wanted to come here?” she asked and I was shocked. “Really? Why… did I never come?” I asked and she gave me that sad smile she’s been giving me recently. “Look at the door,” she said and I did… What was so special? 

“It has a bell,” she said and I looked at her confused. “You used to not be able to stand the sound of bells… it caused a negative trigger” she explained. “I know you said I was in a hybrid ring where they made hybrids kill each other… Was I a bad guy?” I asked worriedly and she smiled. 

“No… you’re the sweetest hybrid I could ask for '' she said and I was relieved that she said so but something that didn’t stop haunting me suddenly resurfaced. “Then why did I hurt you?” I asked and she sighed.

“Because you hate humans and what they did to you. You thought I'd be the same” she explained, but I shook my head. “I feel comfortable with you though… I love being around you, why would I ever…” I trailed off feeling my vision start to blur. 

“Here’s your food” I heard as the waiter put our food in front of us. An iced tea and chocolate pancakes… “You really liked chocolate I found out… but if you don’t like it I'll–” “Thank you… you seem to know so much about me” I said and she smiled. 

“I like to think I do,” she said with a soft smile and I nodded. “I’m just sad… I don’t remember much about you. I just know how I feel” I confessed and she nodded. “Well, who says you can’t ask me again?” she asked and I couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re so patient… thank you,” I said and she nodded. “Always”

I know all of the hybrids back home hate humans. Wooyoung was abandoned and called annoying or anything similar all his life besides when with her. He’s known her the longest and we’ve been friends since we met. Yeosang absolutely hates the higher class… but is insanely involved with her. I know the tigers were abused all their lives to perform dangerous stunts. 

Not all humans were the same… she was really kind. I know I could trust her with anything and have never felt unsafe since returning with her. 

I also know I made her my mate… I was her first hybrid. I belonged by her side. 

As we made it to the apartment I decided to ask… 

“So should I just stop trying to remember everything?” I asked and she sighed. “One time you told me… you wish to forget everything that used to make you sad or angry. So… it’s your choice and whatever choice you choose I'll still be here” she said and I nodded. 

“y/nie! Sannie!” I heard Wooyoung as he talked to me in a hug. “Everything is okay Wooyoung. I brought some food” she said. She mentioned that if she was getting food for me she’d have to get it for everyone… She truly cared for everyone. 

I know I hurt her… but that didn’t make her scared of me. I’ve seen how her friends look at me and the orange tigers… but she always seems to reassure me. 

While Wooyoung called for everyone, I decided to pull aside the tiger… “Can we talk?” I asked and his eyes shook but nodded. He avoided me more than everyone else. Even the white tiger made an effort to befriend me.

“Are you alright?” he asked and I nodded. “I don’t remember much but I feel annoyed by you…” I said and he nodded, not surprised. “Can… we get along?” I asked and his eyes widened with his tail suddenly twitching, catching him by surprise.

“Why all of a sudden?” he asked and I sighed. “She… she seemed to forgive me for hurting her and I know she also forgave you. I wanted to try following her example” I said and he sighed. “You don’t have to forgive me. What I did–” “Was just as bad as me apparently… I don’t remember much but I do remember hurting her. We both were wrong about her huh?” I asked and he nodded. 

“I will never forgive myself for what I did,” he said and I chuckled. “Neither will I,” I confessed. 

“Can you make me a promise?” I asked and he nodded eagerly. “I know you try your best to protect so please… When I'm not by her side and I'm often not, I don't like leaving the apartment. Please continue to protect her” I asked and he smiled.

“You didn’t have to ask that,” he said and I smiled. “Thank you, hyung!”

y/n’s perspective 

The panther was more cuddly than usual. He was already asleep, hugging me in his sleep when I heard a knock. 

“Come in,” I said and I saw Hongjoong. “Need anything?” I asked and he laughed. “I don’t think you can offer anything while trapped by San,” he said and I noticed slowly he started calling everyone by their name. Not panther… nor doberman… nor fox. San, Yeosang, and Wooyoung he’s been calling them.

“He seems to be getting better,” Hongjoong said and I nodded. “I’m glad he is… he’s more energetic too,” I said and he chuckled.

“He forgave me,” he said and I felt my eyes widen and even a smile grow on my face. “I know… he’s okay,” he said, letting out a small laugh. “You and Seonghwa are getting along with everyone… I’m glad” I said and he nodded. 

“Thank you… truly for adopting s even though I’m trouble” he said and I offered a smile. “I’m glad… I enjoy the chaos” I said and he smiled. His tail swished back and forth happily. 

“I did have a request though,” he said. “Anything,” I said and he chuckled. 

“Well… now that Wooyoung is in the process of moving into San’s room… could I possibly get my own room?”

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[prodbymaui]

Fraying Hearstrings

we were so beautiful, we were so tragic

The saying goes that time heals all wounds, yet with every tick of the clock, it feels like the cuts in your heart become shallower while the pain only burrows deeper.

“That was so embarrassing. Why would you do that?” Jaehyun's voice slices through the tension in the room, sharp and unforgiving, as he tosses his things onto the sofa, hastily following after you. His hair is disheveled, the stress showing in the wrinkles of his crumpled dress shirt.

“Embarrassing? Really, Jaehyun?" you snap, turning to face him. Your finger jabs into his chest before his hand grips your wrist with a force that’s all too unfamiliar. You flinch, momentarily stunned by the person in front of you—your husband, or at least, the man who used to be.

“Yes! You were embarrassing,” he seethes, shoving your arm away. “Throwing a tantrum like some kid who didn’t get their way? In front of my colleagues, my boss—God! Do you ever think before pulling stunts like that?”

He scoffs, letting his gaze rake over your tear-streaked face with a disdain that cuts deeper than any words.

“Or were you too busy trying to prove you were ‘right’ with your baseless accusations?”

A bitter laugh escapes you, disbelief spreading across your features. You cross your arms, trying to shield yourself from the hurt threatening to spill out. "Baseless? Are you kidding me, Jaehyun? I saw you, with another woman, sitting on your lap!"

"Keep your voice down. The kids are asleep!"

You scoff, voice trembling with both rage and heartbreak. "Now you care about the kids? After everything, you suddenly care about them? Is it because you're scared they'll realize their parents' marriage is a farce, that it’s not as perfect as we pretend it is? Or is it because you’re scared they’ll figure out their father’s a lying, cheating bastard?”

You stand there, the air thick with tension, your heart pounding as Jaehyun’s expression shifts from anger to something almost unreadable. For a moment, it seems like he might say something—apologize, perhaps, or at least try to explain himself. But instead, he just runs a hand through his hair, frustration etched into his features.

“Look, can we just—” he starts, but the words die on his lips when you shake your head, the gravity of the situation pulling you further from him.

“No,” you reply, your voice steadier than you feel. “You don’t get to just brush this off. I can’t believe you’d think I’d let it slide after what I saw.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but you hold up your hand, cutting him off. “I deserve better than this, Jaehyun. Better than to be treated like a fool. You’ve made your choice.”

His eyes flash with something that looks like guilt, and for a brief moment, it feels like you’re peering into the depths of his soul. But then he masks it with defiance. “You’re overreacting. You don’t know the whole story!”

“Then tell me!” you challenge, desperation creeping into your voice. “What could possibly justify you sitting with another woman like that?”

He falters, his bravado slipping as he grapples with his own defense. “It wasn’t what you think. She was just—”

“Just what?” You interject, your voice rising with frustration. “Just a friend? Just work-related? I’m done with the excuses!”

Jaehyun’s shoulders tense, his anger flaring again. “You think you can just accuse me and then walk away? This is ridiculous!”

“Ridiculous? You’re the one who was caught! You’re the one who made a fool out of me!” 

The room crackles with tension, each word throwing more fuel on the fire. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you made such a scene!” He shoots back, his voice rising.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so careless!” You yell, frustration boiling over. “You’ve turned this marriage into a joke, and I’m sick of it!”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to be here fighting with you? Maybe we’re just better off apart!”

The words hang in the air, sharp and stinging. You freeze, your heart racing at the sudden clarity in his statement. 

“Are you serious right now?” You demand, disbelief etched on your face.

“Yeah, I am!” He snaps back, anger and hurt twisting his features. “Maybe we’re just tired of trying to fix something that’s already broken!”

A bitter silence follows, the realization settling in like a heavy weight. You look at him, eyes blazing, and for the first time, you see how worn down he truly is. 

“Fine,” you say, voice trembling with emotion. “If that’s how you feel, then maybe we should just stop fighting it.”

“Maybe we should,” He replies, his voice cold and distant.

With that, the air between you shifts, the warmth of your connection replaced by a chilling reality. You turn away, tears threatening to spill as you grapple with the decision that has emerged from the chaos. This fight may have revealed the truth you both have been too afraid to confront: it’s time to let go.

[seecarrun]

Misty was mad at him for some reason.

Not that it was unusual, Misty was mad at him more often than not, but try as Ash might, he couldn’t put his finger on what he could have possibly done lately to make her so mad.

He, Tracy, and Misty were taking it easy in wake of the whole Lugia situation, riding Lapras to a quiet and peaceful beach on an island a ways away from Shamouti to recoup before starting off again to get his Orange League badges. They had hardly spoken during the ride there, or in the few hours since they arrived, so Ash had no clue what he had done to deserve the cold shoulder from her, but he was going to find out.

He saved the world, after all. Talking to Misty had to be easier than that.

“Why are you so mad at me?” he asked her bluntly, standing stubbornly between her and the water, which she had been spacing off and staring at for the last ten minutes. She glared at him in response.

“I’m not mad at you,” she grumbled.

“Why are you lying?”

“I’m not lying.”

“Usually you can’t shut up about how much I annoy you, why are you hiding this one?” he countered, and felt a very short, stunted surge of victory when Misty’s eye began twitching. He was wearing her down.

“Just. Drop. It,” she bit out, but Ash ignored her and continued.

“What? Did I eat your bagel or something? Step on your foot? Maybe I—”

Misty let out a stifled shriek in annoyance and shot to her feet, glaring at him with an intensity he hadn’t seen from her in quite a while. “You want to know why I’m upset?!” she demanded. “I’m upset because I saw you and Lugia get attacked. I saw you fall into the ocean. I saw your unconscious body floating in the water, and I pulled you back to shore, not knowing if you were going to wake up. Sure, it all worked out in the end and you saved the day, but for a few, terrifying minutes, I had no idea if you were okay, and every time I look at you, I see you half drowned, floating in the water, and it makes me physically sick.”

She took a deep breath, and Ash’s heart hurt when he realized she was holding back tears. “Mist… I didn’t realize—” he started, but she held up a hand, cutting him short.

“Don’t you dare apologize to me, Ash Ketchum,” she scolded. “You saved the world, just like you were supposed to. This is just something I need to…” She bit her lip, trying to work out the correct words, and finally settled on, “Process.”

He didn’t like it, but he nodded, and she physically relaxed at the sight.

“Good. Thank you. Just…” She sighed, running a hand through her bangs. “Just try not to do anything to get yourself killed for at least a few days, okay?”

Ash grinned. “I can try.”

She smiled softly. “That’s all I ask.”

A moment of pleasant silence passed between them, broken only by Tracy calling them over to help him get lunch prepared, and as they walked over, Ash paid particular attention to his footsteps, making sure not to slip or fall.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Stunt Aftercare- Bam Margera

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summary: after a stunt, you helped clean up bam’s wounds and things get heated.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & not proof read

a/n: back in my jackass phase so now i have more inspo to write 🙏

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“are you fucking stupid?” i ask my best friend, bam.

“a little yeah.” he said nonchalantly.

he just told me he was going to ride his board off his roof for a stunt for a show he’s on, jackass.

“dude, you’re a hundred percent gonna hurt yourself.” i laugh.

“that’s the whole point.” he laughed.

he grabbed his board before climbing up the ladder. his mom, april, was standing with us watching as her idiotic son was climbing his way towards an injury. he stepped onto the roof, foot slipping causing him to land on his hands and knees.

“ahh! be careful, bam!” april shrieked.

i whined at the sight, biting down onto my hand. i’ve watched bam do stupid stunts before but i still get scared.

“you guys rolling?” he shouted.

“we’re good!”

bam set his board onto the roof, one foot on it ready to roll.

“i’m bam margera and this roof boarding.”

he fully got onto his board and began moving. it all happened so quick because once i blinked he was on the ground. april gasped out and immediately ran to him, me following suit. bam laid on the ground, groaning out in pain.

“bam! are you okay? say something honey.” april wiped away the dirt on his clothes.

“i’m good, i’m okay.” he put a thumbs up.

everyone began ‘whooping’ and ‘hollering’ at the successful stunt.

“i’ll take him inside to clean him up.” i offered to april, knowing she’s swamped with things to do.

“are you sure?”

“i’m sure.” i nod, lifting up the man baby i call my friend.

he wraps his arm around my shoulder as i lead us inside and to his room. he hissed in slight pain as we went upstairs, stumbling over his own feet.

“be careful, bam.”

he groaned in response, his dead weight becoming heavier. we finally made it to his room, gently sitting him down on his bed. i chuckled to myself at his messy pile of clothes, noting to clean it up for him later.

“you got a first aid kit anywhere?”

“in the kitchen i think.” he rubbed his head.

i quickly went downstairs, opening almost every cabinet in search for the kit. i finally found it and smiled to myself, racing back to bam. i came back in his room to find him shirtless, a nasty scratch on his chest.

“jesus bam, what did you land in?” i sat next to him.

“april’s flowers.” he cheekily laughed.

i chuckle at his behavior, applying hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball. i gently pressed it on his wound, a loud yelp leaving his mouth. he grabbed ahold of my arms and groaned out.

“fuck..” he muttered.

my mind nastily wandered places, imagining that’s how he sounds in bed. i nervously gulped and shakily press the ball even harder.

“you should do a stunt.” he blurted out.

“you’re funny. i’ve already said no.” i grab a bandaid from the box.

“oh come on, i feel like you’d be a natural! you’d fit in with all of us.” he reassured me.

“i-i don’t know, bam..”

i look up at him to find him staring at me. his blue eyes focused on my face.

“what?” i nervously chuckle.

“nothing. can i not stare?”

“no you can’t. gotta pay up.” i joke.

“i got something priceless.” he said, speaking low and slow.

“and what’s that?” i eye him, completely clueless.

“stay still..” his hot breath fanned on my face.

he slowly leaned in and i watched him, heart racing and not a single thought in my mind to move. it was like my heart stopped once his lips met mine, softy pressing together. he was nervous too, i could tell with the way he was moving, hands fiddling with one another. he slowly began to move his lips, awkwardly kissing me. i slightly grimaced at this, making me flashback to my first ever kiss. i decided that i didn’t want bam and i’s first kiss to be a dud, so i took over and kissed him properly. everyone knew bam as the annoying and obnoxious punk ass that he is, but deep down he can get shy. he’s talked to me about girls before (after me pushing him to do so) and he was always blushing whenever doing so. but i’d never thought he’d be this nervous and shy to kiss me, he’s always jokingly flirted around with me. he slightly gasped out at my suddenness but went along, one of his hands now resting on my cheek. he pushed my head closer to his, deepening the kiss. my hands ran up and down his bare chest, careful not to touch his wound. i slowly pulled away to catch my breath, bam’s lips plump and red.

“well i’ll accept that payment.” i joke.

i study his face at my joke, no indication of him finding it funny. i gulp once i realize his demeanor.

“go on bam, i know you wanna say it.” i softy nudge him.

“how do you know everything about me?”

“i’m your best friend.” i chuckle.

“i fucking hate that. i have this pretty girl cleaning me up and she’s only my best friend.”

“do you wanna be more?” i say, encouraging him to confess.

“isn’t it obvious?” he blushed.

“why didn’t you make it more obvious? can’t keep a girl like me waiting for someone like you.”

“so you do feel the same?” his eyes wide in shock.

“did i not just make out with you right now?”

“oh..yeah right.”

i giggle and grab out more hydrogen peroxide to put on a clean cotton ball. i grab his face and bring his wound into my view. i press the cotton ball onto it and listen as he whined.

“why do you keep staring?” i mumble, focusing on cleaning him.

“because i like you. i thought we just established that.”

“no, you just said you wanna be more than best friends.” i tease.

“jesus fucking christ, y/n. you just want me to say the words, don’t you?”

“maybe.” i cheekily said.

“i like you, a lot. and i wanna call you mine, punch any guy who looks at you funny.”

“so ryan?”

“i’d beat the fuck outta ryan. i want you.”

his tone at the end of his rant was low and seductive.

“i want you too, bam.”

“then show me.”

“show me you do.” he started to be cocky again.

i roll my eyes, grabbing a bandaid and placing it on his wound. i pack up the kit and set it on the floor, standing up to go and lock bam’s door. i turn around and stare at him as i take off my shirt. i have bruises littering my skin from previous shit i’ve done with bam and the guys. he’s seen me shirtless before but in this context, it made him insanely hard.

“you gonna get undressed or what?” i asked, seductively pulling down my pants.

bam was at a loss for words, stuttering as he clumsily took off his pants. he threw them on the floor, adding them to his dirty clothes. his erection was very visible, something he didn’t care about. he wanted to know i did that to him, how badly he wanted me. i walked over to him, straddling his waist. he rested his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him.

“you okay?” i ask.

“more than okay. can you please touch me..you’re doing this shit on purpose.” he groaned, moving my hips to grind on him.

“calm down, baby. use the magic word.”

“please.”

“please what?”

“fucking shit dude. please, please fuck me..” he whined, bucking up his hips.

i giggle at his eagerness, deciding to listen to the poor man. i grind my hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. he shoved his face into the crook of my neck, pressing kisses to my skin. i felt him nibble and suck on my neck, marking me as his. i moan out at the feeling of his dick rubbing against me. i start to get impatient myself, just wanting to feel him. i get off of him and slid off my underwear, looking as bam gawks at my naked bottom half. he palms himself as he watches me unclip my bra.

“holy fuck..that’s what i’ve been missing out on.”

“i don’t see what i’m missing out on?” i cross my arms, waiting for him to take his boxers off.

i’ve accidentally seen bam’s dick before. i’ve walked in on him changing, pissing and i’ve accidentally stumbled onto some stupid stunt they were doing. so i definitely know what i’m missing out on. he was quick to become naked, leaning back on his elbows. i playfully rolled my eyes as i straddle him again. i grabbed his dick and ran his tip through my slit, spreading his precum with my wetness. he moaned out loud as he gripped the bedsheets with his life.

“shhh, you gotta be quiet bam. your mom is downstairs and the guys are here.” i place my finger against his lips.

“i don’t care if they hear. then they know what sweet ass i’m hitting.”

“i’m the one that’s gonna fuck you, bam.”

“i’m not saying that because-“

i cut him off as i slid down onto him, taking him fully. his body trembled as he fully entered me, feeling me deeply. i didn’t waste no time to start moving my hips, riding him with ease. his grip on my hips was tight, guiding me. he was fully laying down, my hands on his shoulders to keep me up. my boobs bounced with every grind, keeping him in a trance. bam was very vocal, he didn’t give a fuck. he knew the guys were gonna tease him but what’s there to tease? he’s having sex with the hottest girl ever and they’re not. he moved his hands to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and slapping them. i eventually let out my moans, realizing that it’s not embarrassing to have sex. his bed creaked with every bounce, his bed frame probably near to breaking. his hands left my hips and moved to my boobs, massaging them and pinching my nipples. a thin layer of sweat coated my skin, causing stray hairs to stick to my skin. my head was thrown back as i let out moans, digging my fingernails into bam’s shoulders. i bounced even harder than before, way harsher causing the bed to creak more.

“fuck, bam!” i moan out.

he let go of my boobs and held my hips again, lifting me up slightly to take over and thrust up into me.

“you’re so fucking hot. fuck…i can’t believe i waited this long..” he moaned.

he had a look of pure concentration on his face, eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted into me.

“i’m so close…” i cry out.

tears slipped down my cheeks as i moan louder. bam thrusted harder and faster, his main point to make me cum. my stomach tightened as i felt my body go fuzzy. i began losing my train of thoughts, only focusing on the immense pleasure. my body felt like it was on fire as i was ready to burst, bam could feel it. he felt my muscle tighten up, me clench around him. and with one more thrust, i came all around him. coincidentally at the same time, bam’s crappy old bed frame broke. i yelp out as i cum, the sudden drop scaring me. i continued to cum as we were practically on the floor. i collapsed onto bam’s chest, catching my breath. i eventually started laughing at our predicament.

“we just broke your bed.”

“i’ve never broken a bed before.” he laughed.

“what can i say, i’m a rough cowgirl.” i push myself up, winking at him.

i carefully got off of him, stumbling up due to my slightly numb legs. i grab a hopefully clean towel off bam’s floor to rid myself of the sweat and cum. i heard bam start moaning again, looking back to see him finishing himself off.

“oh fuck bam, i’m sorry.” i quickly went to my knees and replace his hand with mine.

he tried to protest but the pleasure shut him up. it didn’t take long for him to cum all over, his cum littering his lower stomach and all over his thighs. i lean down and lick it up, wiping him clean after with the towel.

“how much do i owe you for a new frame.”

“nothing at all. this is such a sick reminder that we fucked.”

“you act like we aren’t gonna be dating after this, idiot.”

i get up and grab my clothes, getting dressed again. after i was finished, i threw bam’s clothes at him, laughing as he groaned. i fixed my hair and light makeup, obviously knowing that the guy will tease us but it’ll be one thing less to use against me. i didn’t wait for bam as i left his room, going downstairs to return april’s first aid kit.

“i took your kit, april, hope you don’t mind.” i gave her a smile, shoving the kit back into the cabinet.

“oh i don’t mind swe-“

“you and bam fucked.” ryan spoke up.

“ryan!” april scolded him.

“he’s stating the obvious april! the next town over could hear them!” brandon shouted.

i blushed a little, turning to hide my red face.

“leave them alone! it’s totally normal!” she tried to defend me.

“dude we fucking broke the bed!” bam suddenly yelled out.

“bam!” i yell.

“no fucking way! let’s see!” novak exclaimed, shoving himself out of the chair.

all the guys ran upstairs and into bam’s room. i followed suit to see their reactions.

“you must’ve fucked her good.” raab patted bam’s back.

“i fucked him. so i’ll take the credit, thank you.”

“you think you can help me break my bed?” ryan smirked, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“hands off, dunn. she’s mine now.” bam shoved ryan away from me.

he pulled me into a sloppy kiss to show off but i pulled away.

“ugh, don’t start this stupid shit.” i walked out the room as the guys continued to congratulate bam. guys am i right.

[devilsrecreation]

Since the ep is INSPIRED by POTO, I’mma point out the similarities and differences

Similarities/references to POTO:

-There are obvious parodies of the characters in the book/musical. Neema’s obviously the Phantom, Paka kinda has Christine’s role, Nne and Tano are kinda like Madame Giry, and there’s an herbivore with Carlotta’s role. Maybe a wild ass

-Neema pulls very similar stunts Erik pulls, mainly sabotaging performances. But he also has a secret lair in a water cave that he takes Kiburi’s float and Paka

-The Grasslands has a tradition called the “kupiga mpira”, meaning “masquerade ball” where everyone dresses up in costumes. Neema crashes the party lol

-Like Christine, Paka is a (rookie) performer and has a relationship with the Phantom

-I guess you could say both Erik and Neema had a hard life (granted, Neema’s past wasn’t as bad as Erik’s but still) that somehow affected their reputation

-He put Paka to sleep with a soothing melody (AKA he recreates “Music of the Night”)

-“[Why would anyone want to date a strange individual who’s killed people? That just sounds like a toxic relationship.]”-Neema at one point

-The reptiles like to refer to Neema as an “angel of music”

-Tamka brings up “the point of no return”

-Like Erik, Neema kills someone

-One of the reasons he sabotages a show is that a certain spot isn’t left for him. It’s HIS spot, no one else’s

-Neema and Erik both get exposed

-Both phantoms get affection at the end

-Neema’s point of no return is to either quit this double life thing and go back to being in Kiburi’s float or stick to being a phantom and leave his only family permanently. Although Tamka/Nduli think Neema’s gonna give THEM a choice to either join him or he’ll kill everybody, to which Kiburi shuts it down cuz that makes zero sense

Differences:

-There is no operatic singing in the episode. It has singing (the Grasslands are a musical place) but not actual opera. Also there’s no Raoul nor Persian

-While Erik loves/is obsessed with Christine, Neema is aromantic and has no interest in anyone

-Neema does not wear a mask that covers his face (except during the masquerade scene)

-Like I said before, everything between them is platonic and healthy. Though Neema DOES have a soft spot for her. If anything, they’d be QPP’s

-Erik and Neema haunt their respective places for different reasons. Erik does it cuz of his passion for opera and obsession for Christine. Neema honestly just likes the music. The hero thing just comes with it.

-Two things: it was completely platonic and Neema hummed the song since he’s mute and can’t sing. It’s more of a lullaby than a romantic ballad

-Neema isn’t jealous nor possessive. The most he does when he sees Paka with someone else is make sure they don’t hurt her. He’s more protective if anything

-my guy is not a teacher. He’s never taught anyone anything (except maybe how to stand up for yourself)

-As much as I love the scene, it ain’t happening with Neema and Paka. Way too sexual for them (and the episode fic) 😭

-Unlike Erik he killed someone cuz he was hungry, not to sabotage the show. Though everybody else seems to think differently

-He doesn’t kill anyone cuz of it, although he does cause a monkey to interrupt it by scaring him

-While Erik’s face gets exposed during an opera in front of everyone, Neema’s confronted by Kiburi’s float and basically gets exposed then

-Erik gets a kiss while Neema and Paka share a hug and a head pat :)

-Neema’s ending is veeeeeeery different from Erik’s. Neema doesn’t die like in the book nor does he completely quit being a phantom and not see Paka again. He goes back with his float in the end, but he continues to be a Phantom hero in the Grasslands.

There’s a reason Neema kept up the whole “Phantom” act and it kinda has something to do with his past. Neema was raised by strict, but somewhat supportive parents as a hatchling. He never learned to actually talk but his parents convinced him that being quiet was a good thing. “Silence is golden” they’d always say. “Just do as you’re told and they’ll like you”. It was like that for a while until the day he saved that lizard. Being referred to as a “hero” awakened something in him that day. He likes being some mysterious heroic entity, he likes playing with the Grasslanders and telling them what to do, he likes keeping animals on their toes, he likes the music the Grasslands have.

He likes being his own animal.

He’s been following and obeying his leaders all his life. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t necessarily mind it and he loves his friends, but it just feels nice to be someone now that he’s found his passion.

Nne and Tano found out when they got hungry and wanted to try something different rather than a mole rat or trying to eat animals from the Pridelands. They soon found themselves in the Grasslands and just so happened to spot Paka walking around. Just as they cornered her, Neema came out of nowhere, gave Paka a chance to run away, and began to attack the pair…until they recognized him like “Hey wait a minute…we know you! You’re one of the crocodiles in Kiburi’s float! What’re you doing here?”. It took a bit, but the pair finally figured out that Neema was a phantom and decide to join him. They never let anyone know since (until Kiburi basically forced them to tell where Neema was going).

Ever since Paka heard about this supposed phantom saving one of her lizard friends, her sleep schedule has been out of whack (seeing how black-footed cats are nocturnal) and she’s been obsessed with seeing it for herself. It only grew when Neema saved her and she went from wanting to see him to wanting to get to know him. Luckily, Neema took interest in the little feline due to her personality and shared love for music and began watching over her. He’s even led her to his water cave (where he hummed her his lullaby) and their friendship grew from there. She doesn’t really understand him so they communicate by yes or no questions until Kiburi comes along. Same with Nne and Tano.

Unrelated, but I just realized a pattern with my headcanons for Kiburi’s float: I gave them all desires

Kiburi wants to be good enough to make his dad proud like he promised

Tamka wants to be seen as more than just one thing (which is an idiot). He wants to pursue his passion and show he’s capable of doing things

Neema wants to feel like somebody. Like I said, he’s been a follower for way too long and he wants to find himself

Nduli wants everything to stay the same. He’s lost so much due to change and he doesn’t want to lose anything or anybody else, so he clings to his loved ones in hopes they won’t let go

Wakali wants to be taken seriously since her young age and albinism causes other animals to underestimate her

Even Makuu wants to show everyone that he’s changed his ways and wants to leave a legacy. It was the same thing with Pua, although nowadays he just wants to live his best life

Ucheshi got what she wanted in that Udugu episode I have-she got her big brother back :)

[satkru]

Could you please do a mitsuri x obanai x male reader when mitsuri and obanai died at the infinity castle?

OFC SHMOOKIMS ∩^ω^∩ !!!

(MAJOR INFINITY CASTLE ARC SPOILERS ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF MENTIONS OF BLOOD/MAJOR INJURIES!!!)

(also I didn’t really know if u meant in the infinity castle where yushiro did that little stunt with nakime or when they actually died so I went with them actually dying, if this wasn’t was u requested I’ll be happy to make a separate post!!)

(Females/fem-aligned r free to interact/read just pls don’t act weird and comment fetishizing stuff in my comments)

Everything hurt.. everything… the feeling was absolutely unbearable.. but.. you had to push through.. for mitsuri.. for obanai.. for everyone..

You dragged yourself into an alley, one of muzans blows had hit you straight on the calf and now the entirety of it was gone. You bled everywhere, the burning sensation making you feel like you were on fire.

You ripped a part of your haori off, tying it above your knee to stop the bleeding. You then hoisted yourself up with the brick wall behind you, making the whole getting up process much easier.

You looked across from you only to see mitsuri and obanai, the two sharing a conversation which led Mitsuri to tears. You hated seeing your dear wife cry.. she was sensitive but to an extent..

You hopped on your working leg, making you look a bit goofy but it was whatever. “Y/N!!” Mitsuri yelled out happily, she was happy to see you but you saw in her eyes that she was in despair.

“Y/n.. you must take care of mitsuri while I battle muzan.. okay..? You two are in far worse conditions than me” you looked at obanai as if he had two heads. “You.. you can’t seriously be going out there to fight..! You must stay with us obanai!!” You now saw why mitsuri was crying as you felt warm tears drip down your cheeks.

“I.. I must make sure that muzan’s rain of terror comes to an end.. if I’m able to survive then I surely will come back to the both of you.. but for now you two must stay here with the kakushi” just as obanai was about to leave, you grabbed onto the sleeve of his haori.

“You can’t leave us obanai!! Please.. please don’t leave us..” you saw tears well up in obanai’s eyes, but he quickly blinked them away, gently ripping his sleeve away from you. “I’ll be back.. I promise you that” obanai took the hand he put your wedding ring on, giving it a loving kiss before he ran away.

You and mitsuri tried calling him back to no avail. He was going to defeat muzan and that was that. You held onto mitsuri as she cried into the crook of your neck.

You felt numb.. the pain you were experiencing was now (slightly) gone. You held mitsuri close to your chest, her ear connecting to your chest. Listening to the therapeutic beats of your heart.

You tilted your head to the right, watching as the night slowly turned into the morning. You no longer could hear the constant noise of muzan crazing into the ground/building as your brain was slowly shutting down, as if it was going to take a nap.

You then saw obanai make his way to you and mitsuri, your eyes wasted no time to start welling up with tears. “Obanai.. I’m so happy your back..” you quietly said, a smile grew on your face but was quickly shot down as you saw the state of obanai’s face.

“Obanai! Y-Your eyes!!” You wanted to move but you didn’t want to disturb mitsuri. “I’m fine my love.. are you and mitsuri okay..?” “Yes we are but.. her..” you paused for a bit, choking back tears “her heartbeat is slowing down..”

Obanai hummed, he felt around until his hand landed on yours. He then felt it up and down, wanting to cherish your touch. Kaburamaru slid onto obanai’s arm and began making his way to yours, his scales felt weird to say the least but you never made a big deal of them since you knew how much obanai’s snake meant to him.

Kaburamaru then perched himself around your neck, as if he was trying to give you a big hug (he wasn’t choking you or anything but he was applying a bit of pressure on your neck). You sniffled softly as you then grabbed obanai by the arm and pulled him into a tight hug with mitsuri in the middle.

“Ah… obanai.. your back..” mitsuris eyes fluttered open as she took in his once beautiful face. “Oh my.. obanai..” you saw tears prickling mitsuris eyes, she wanted to hold obanai’s face so bad.. but she couldn’t.

Obanai then took off his haori, draping it over mitsuris poor, cold body. “What a gentleman..” you chuckled as you then transferred mitsuri into iguro’s arms. Letting him be able to hold his love.

He couldn’t see her, but she knew that she was being looked down in love by the snake hashira. “Ah.. I don’t feel any pain so.. I guess I’m dying..” you saw the sparkle in mitsuris eyes slowly dull down.

“I’ll probably die soon too. You’re not alone” obanai held mitsuri closer, her head now pressing against his chest. “No.. don’t die yet.. I’m sorry I wasn’t much use in the fight..” mitsuri then began to cry once more.

“Don’t say that mitsuri..! You definitely did damage to that rotten man, your actions will go down in history..” y/n wrapped his arms around obanai’s and mitsuri. Embracing them in a tight, long hug.

“Please.. don’t leave me.. you two..” you sobbed silently with your head pressed against the middle of iguro’s chest. “Please y/n.. live your life as long as you can.. we may be gone, but remember that we’re always with you..” obanai started. “Yes n/n.. you must live and love without us.. but you’ll be fine.. when we are reborn.. we can all be together.. hand in hand.. and love once more..” Mitsuri said through choked sobbed.

You all held onto each other tightly, until the kakushi came around the corner and finally assisted you.

But when you tried removing yourself from obanai’s grip, you found yourself stuck. Turns out, his grip on you was so tight you ended up with a deep, dark bruise on your waist.

extra ending cs I’m feeling nice (*^ω^*)

You worked with your wife in the kitchen of your brand new diner you, your wife and husband had opened. You three could finally live in completion..

“Ah! It’s.. uh.. OH!! YOSHITERU!!” You called out to the boy across the street. His attention shifted to you, the glint already in his eyes glowing bigger.

“Wanna come over here and have a quick snack before school!?” You called out once more, just as he was about to answer, his face contorted into one of fear. Before he quickly shook his head and quickened his pace towards his school.

“Hm? Why’d he turn down the offer? He always gets a quick bite before going to school!” Mitsuri sounded quite sad, “do you know why he left iguro?” You saw your husband jump a bit before turning around and shaking his head, a bead of sweat slowly running down his temple.

..

SOB SOB I LOVE OBAMITSU 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[justagalwhowrites]

Beskar Doll - Ch. 17: Distance

In which Din and Doll try to figure out how to navigate feelings in their own, emotionally stunted ways. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-16 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: None! Whole fic is violent and smutty, minors DNI 18+ only. No use of Y/N

Length: 6.3k

Your body was still pleasantly loose when you woke up, a sweet soreness between your thighs as you more drifted back into consciousness instead of shocking into it as you usually did. You were wrapped in the Mandalorian’s cloak and the sun was fully up. It took you a moment to remember just what had happened the night before as you slowly blinked against the brightness and you found yourself alone in the grass.

“Fuck,” you groaned quietly. You’d made a damn fool of yourself, acting like an out of control teenager as Din touched you. And then you’d passed out before returning the favor. And you think you even cried a little. “Dammit.” 

You sat up, feeling almost hungover despite the fact that you could tell that you’d slept well. Your whole body was relaxed and you didn’t feel worn or tired. But the knot that was settling in your stomach was sour. What had you done? What if you’d ruined it all again? 

But he’s the one who started it. He’d touched you, controlled your body, gave you commands you’d been happy to bow to as he expertly pulled pleasure from you over and over. Why would he have done that if he hadn’t wanted to? Maybe just to prove that he could? And where the hell was he, anyway? 

You ran your fingers through your tangled hair, trying to tame the knots as you tightened the cloak around yourself. You pressed your face into it. It smelled a little like him, though not as much as you’d have hoped. But then, the armor was always there, keeping the most intimate things about him hidden away, even his smell. Meanwhile, it felt like you were always exposed and he knew exactly where to look and how to read you. 

You got up slowly, cracking your neck and you looked around, about to call out to try to find him when he came down the ramp to the Razor Crest, the child in hand. 

“Well if I could trust you to stay out of trouble,” he was saying, the kid gazing up at him adoringly. He stopped when he saw you standing there, his cloak drawn tightly around you. 

“Hey,” you said, trying to stand up straight and not look vulnerable or embarrassed. You weren’t sure if you were pulling it off. You unwound the cloak and held it out to him. “Thanks. For this.” 

“Sure,” he said, closing the distance between you and setting the baby in the grass before taking it from you. “I hope you slept well.” 

“Yeah,” you said, part of you wishing the ground would just open and swallow you whole because it would be better than feeling this uncomfortably exposed. “You?” 

“You’re the one who’s starting training today,” he replied, putting the cloak on and crossing his arms. “How I slept doesn’t really matter. Eat something, we’ll get going.” 

“We?” You frowned. He started for the part of the Razor Crest he’d been working on the day before and you followed. 

“Yes,” he replied, not looking at you, just pulling a panel off the side of the ship. “You’re still recovering. You can train but I’m supervising. You’ll push yourself too hard and fry the cybernetics if someone doesn’t rein you in.” 

“I know how to train, Mando,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “I did it for years.” 

“Not starting from scratch you didn’t,” he replied. “And not after recovering from an injury like that. You almost died, Doll, almost lost the use of most of your body. You need help. Accept it.” 

“No.” 

“That’s unfortunate,” he replied, reaching into the panel. “Because you can either accept me helping you or try to train while watching your back because I’ll be tracking you the whole time to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. Those are your options, pick one.” 

“Do you try to be infuriating or does that happen on accident?” 

He shrugged. 

“Fine,” you snapped. “It can be ‘we.’ But you have to keep your mouth shut about how incapable I am right now.” 

“I’m not going to make fun of you, Doll.” 

He said it earnestly, an openness to his tone you weren’t really used to. 

“Good,” you said, your voice not quite as sharp. “I’ll just… go get ready then.” 

You took a few steps and turned back to him. 

“Are we just not going to talk about…” 

“Yeah,” he cut you off. You nodded once. 

“OK.” 

You went into the ship and grabbed some of the meat from the night before and a handful of berries. At least this time hadn’t seemed to break everything. It was just going to return to business as usual. Honestly, a slightly nicer version of business as usual. You could live with that. It’d be hard to pretend like the Mandalorian hadn’t just made you cum until your body was basically a pile of plasma and you couldn’t move but you could do that. You were willing to do quite a bit, you realized, to have him tolerate you. 

“Well that bodes well,” you muttered to yourself, chugging some water before braiding your hair tightly against your skull and getting changed, happy the clothes you’d bought on Garqi were made for physical work. It wasn’t as good as the few things you had left from Naboo, they didn’t move with you the same way, but they fit and were a lot better than the alternatives. 

When you came down the ramp again, carrying water and your knife tucked in your pocket, the Mandalorian had closed the panel on the ship again and strapped the kid to his back with the backpack. The baby squealed happily when he saw you, clapping his little hands together in glee. 

“Well hi there,” you smiled, coming up and poking his little nose. He was level with your head from his spot on the Mandalorian’s back and he frowned a little, inspecting your hair. You drew his eyes to yours. He was confused. 

“It’s all still there,” you said, turning your head to show him the rest. “It’s just back.” 

“What are you two doing back there?” Mando asked, looking over his shoulder. 

“He doesn’t understand how hair works,” you replied, still smiling at the kid. You pulled your braid forward and held the end of it out to him. He took it, his fingers exploring the end of it before putting it in his mouth. You tried to not laugh when he frowned and took it out again. “He’s around you too much. I don’t think he understands that it can change shape and size quite a bit, he’s puzzling it out.” 

Din snorted and you smiled. The kid’s eyes met yours. Still curious but more satisfied and content now. You gave his little forehead a kiss before going to stand next to the Mandalorian. 

“So,” you glanced up at him, arms crossed. “You’re the drill sergeant. Do you want to tell me what to do or am I allowed to decide for myself?” 

“What do you usually start with?” He asked, looking down at you. 

“When I was at my peak condition?” You asked. He nodded. “I’d run at least five clicks a day to start, sometimes up to 15, do some strength training, some hand-to-hand with someone if I could or at the very least do some staff or knife work. Target shoot a few times a week. Regular obstacle work.” 

He nodded once. 

“Why don’t we see how you do running one click,” he said. “We can go from there.” 

You nodded once, an anxious ball settling in you. You were out of practice and your body was  still recovering. This could easily be a shit show. You stretched a bit and jumped in place, warming up your limbs. 

“Ready?” He asked. Actually asked. That was disorienting. You nodded. “Let’s go. You set the pace.” 

You started off, heading toward the woods, taking it at a pace that felt almost exceedingly slow but you could already feel in your body. Your lungs were working harder than they had in a while. You could feel the blood in your limbs, the rush of it through your veins as your heart picked up. The woods were cool, morning dew still on the air where it had been protected by the shade of the trees. It smelled clean, a bit like home on Naboo or the woods on Alderaan where you’d played as a girl, the feeling of racing through trees and running for the sake of moving your body instead of out of fear or necessity comforting. It had been a long time since you’d moved like this but it was like coming home. 

“How are you feeling?” The Mandalorian didn’t even sound winded. Show off. 

“Good,” you said over your shoulder, panting a bit. 

“OK,” he said, “Let’s go for two.” 

You smiled. You hadn’t realized you’d gone one click already. Maybe this wasn’t going to be a total loss then. You picked up the pace a bit, pushing yourself a bit harder, watching for roots along the forest floor. It didn’t feel like you’d been going for very long, your lungs burning, when he spoke again. 

“Turn back, Doll,” he said. “Don’t push it.” 

You considered fighting with him - you felt like you could go further - but decided against it. He was being uncommonly nice. Why spoil it? 

You found a tree that looked like it made sense to loop around and you did, the beskar-clad man following close behind. The baby caught a glimpse of you as you went past and he smiled, his arms up, his eyes meeting yours. Pure joy. You smiled. 

You decided to push yourself harder the second half, your heart thudding in your chest, lungs filling almost painfully with every breath. You centered yourself for a moment before digging in and launching yourself forward, going faster, your legs burning. 

“Doll,” he cautioned behind you. You ignored him, pumping your legs and arms faster and harder, racing along the ground, the scent of the forest filling you, the sound of your blood in your ears and the life of the planet around you. Trees whipped past you, the forest blurring fiercely, the brightness of the field ahead breaking through the trees. 

You burst into the sunlight, squinting against it as you focused and pushed your body to sprint to the Razor Crest, the ground flying away beneath your feet. It felt reckless, a bit out of control, like you knew if you tripped you’d go flying with no hope of slowing yourself down first but you didn’t care. It felt too good to slow down. You almost skidded to a stop at the Crest before flopping on the ground, arms spread wide in the cool, soft grass. Din came to a stop beside you, looking down with his head cocked to the side. He was breathing heavily and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. At least you’d gotten his heart rate up. 

“Have fun?” He asked, hands on his hips.

“Yeah,” you panted. 

“Good,” he said. “Ready to strength train?” 

You nodded and he held a hand out to you and you took it, pulling you to your feet. He turned you around in front of him and you frowned. 

“I need to check your implants first,” he said. Your face got hot, remembering the night before. You shook your head once, sharply. You were pretending that hadn’t happened. His hand appeared over your shoulder, bare, holding a glove. You stared at it for a moment, trying to not gape at his naked skin. Golden tan, smooth, you wanted to run your fingers over him, lace them with his, press your lips into his palm. 

“Hold that,” he said. You obeyed, taking the glove and using the opportunity to have your fingers brush his. It was like you’d been hit with the damn electrostaff again, a shock running through you where you skin touched. He didn’t seem to notice. 

He raised your shirt and ran his fingers up your spine, stopping in the middle and pressing in further. 

“Does that hurt?” He asked. His voice was dark, heavy. 

“No,” you swallowed. His fingers ran further up your back, between your shoulder blades and back down before he took his hand back. 

“Good,” he said, tone more normal. “The implants are a bit warm but nothing alarming. If it starts to hurt, Doll, stop.” 

“OK,” you said. You didn’t sound as normal as him. His hand appeared over your shoulder again. You remember how it had felt on your breasts, your mouth, your hair… you swallowed hard and gave him the glove. You turned back to face him, crossing your arms over your chest as though that would make a damn difference. “Anything off limits on the strength training? Or are you just going to snap at me if I cross an imaginary line?” 

He pulled the glove back on, shaking his head a bit at you. 

“Do what you think will work for you,” he said. His voice was totally normal. How could he just act normal after last night? Why were you the only one stuck hauling feelings around? “I’ll check in periodically but stay out if your way.” 

You stretched a bit, trying to pretend six-something-feet of armor wasn’t watching you like you were a quarry he was hunting, and tried to fall into a lighter version of what you used to do. You had to cut almost everything short, not able to do as many push ups or pull ups as you remembered doing before, eventually collapsing on the ground, dripping in sweat. You stayed there for a minute, panting for breath, when the Mandalorian appeared over you, blotting out the sun. 

“I feel like you’re enjoying this,” you glared at him. He shrugged. “Is it because you want something to hold against me or because you like saying ‘I told you so.’” 

“More the latter.” 

“Great.” 

“We’ll skip the fighting today,” he said, offering you a hand up. You took it, not bothering to protest the change in plans. You’d lose to Din in seconds in your current state. “But you can still shoot.” 

He pulled you up and you nodded. 

“That I can.” 

***

He had to hand it to you, he was impressed. He’d never had a chance to see you work like this before - though he had an idea that you practiced when he wasn’t around when you’d been aboard the Razor Crest years earlier. You were still stronger than you looked - though you got progressively more frustrated the longer you worked - and you were clearly comfortable pushing your body. He suggested shooting almost as much to slow you down and keep you from getting hurt without upsetting you as it was because he wanted you to learn. 

He left you leaning against the ship, drinking water while he put the kid in the pod and slung his rifle on his arm. He managed to make it down the ramp without catching your attention, your eyes closed as you leaned your head back against the ship, breathing deeply. His eyes drifted to your breasts, remembering how the felt in his hands as your back arched into him. He ground his teeth. He needed to stop this. 

“Come on,” he said. “We’re going up.” 

You followed obediently behind him - still odd, having you actually listen - to the ladder to the top of the Crest. 

“You first,” he said, jerking his head up. He waited to need to boost you to grab the first rung of the ladder, but you jumped and caught it, smoothly pulling yourself up and climbing easily to the top of the ship. He followed, trying to not look up to see just how well your pants cupped you on the way up. 

On top of the ship, he left the kid in the pod and handed him the silver ball he’d become so obsessed with, his little face lighting up. He watched him play with it for a moment, totally absorbed, before going to the edge of the ship that faced the forest. You were standing there, your face turned to the sun, smiling in it. Looked like you still liked to be up high. You sensed him beside you, opening your eyes and looking at him. 

“Know anything about distance shooting?” He asked. 

“No,” you shook your head. “250 meters is about my limit.” 

He slung the rifle down and held it up. 

“With the right tools, it’ll be better,” he said. “This is an Amban sniper rifle.”

You frowned. 

“Aren’t disrupters illegal?” 

He shrugged. 

“It works so I don’t really care,” he said. “We’ll get you a more acceptable one if you handle this one well. One that doesn’t disintegrate.” 

“Appreciate that.” 

“Since you’re already good with a blaster, you’re a step ahead,” he said. “Your fundamentals have to be solid when you’re shooting 1000 meters away. Small errors that wouldn’t do much at close range will ruin your shot here. You need to be still when shooting, your breathing has to be right and you have to be in the right firing position otherwise your shot will be fucked.” 

He nodded to the ship. 

“Get on your stomach.” 

You obeyed and he got down next to you, rifle in hand. 

“When you line up, your back needs to be straight out behind the rifle,” he said. You frowned at him. “What?” 

“Am I going to have time to think about all this if I need to be shooting this far out?” Your eyebrows scrunched together. “I’m kind of a ‘shoot the biggest threat and keep going’ kind of person, I’ve never been able to set anything up like that…” 

“If you’re giving me long distance cover, it will be part of a plan, Doll,” he said. “You’ll have plenty of time to get set.” You looked skeptical but you were back to listening. “You’re small, having the right position is good. This rifle has some kick, if you’re squared up it will exit your legs equally and your movement will be minimal.” 

You adjusted how you were laying and he looked down at you before nodding once. 

“This rifle is mine, so it won’t fit you well,” he said, handing it over to you. “But it will work for now. Set it so you can pull the trigger without disturbing the sights.” 

You took it, lining it up with your body, testing it out. He liked watching you with his rifle. It was obvious that you knew your way around a weapon, already treating it like an extension of yourself, feeling how it fit into your body.

“I think I have it,” you said, glancing over to him. 

“Nearly,” he said, moving in closer to you, his body pressing lightly into yours. He gently nudged your head until your cheek was pressed against the rifle. “You’ll need to be that close to it.” 

“OK,” you said, sounding a little breathless. 

“Take a few deep breaths,” he said, trying to ignore just how close you were to him and failing. “Find your natural point of aim. Then set your sights. At this distance, there will be some bolt drop, too much for you to eyeball. The scope will help. Aim for that tree, the shorter one, at the tree line straight out.” 

You nodded once, cautiously making adjustments to the scope. 

“Got it?” 

“Yeah.” 

He adjusted his helmet, sighting the tree. 

“When you’re ready.” 

You took a deep breath in and slowly let it out before pulling the trigger. He watched as the bolt glanced off the side of the tree, charring the edge. 

“Shit,” you muttered. 

“No, you did well,” he said, switching back to regular sights to watch you. “Try it again.” 

You nodded once before breathing in and out a few times and pulling the trigger. You hit the tree this time, but far from at its center. 

“You’re not at your natural point of aim,” he said. “You’re moving a bit, just before you fire. Close your eyes, breathe deep and relax. Then open them and resight.” 

You nodded slightly before obeying. He watched you, your eyes closed, your jaw tight at first, but you gradually relaxed. It spread through your body, your shoulders dropping a bit, your face softening. He resisted the urge to touch you. You opened your eyes and adjusted the sight before taking the shot. It hit, dead center. 

“Hell yeah,” you smiled. 

“Good,” he said. “Now do it again. Another shot, within an inch.” 

You repeated the process and hit in the same spot. 

“Again.” 

You obeyed, even faster this time. 

“Tree to the left.” 

You adjusted the rifle and shot, hitting the target just off center. 

“Hit it right, Doll.” 

You shot him a glare before you adjusted and fired again. Dead center this time. 

“Next tree left.” 

You adjusted and hit it right in the middle.

“Again.” 

You got the shot off in record time this time, clustering it right beside the last one. Din nodded once. 

“Tree to the right of the first.” 

You threw him another glare but adjusted the rifle quickly, hitting to the side again. 

“Dank farrik,” you muttered. Din was about to tell you to try again but you cut him off. “Again, I know.” 

You adjusted your shot quickly, hitting dead on this time. 

“Next right.” 

He put you through your paces. He’d been right. You were an incredibly quick study, the fact that you’d been training almost your entire life obvious. 

You were more like him than he really wanted to admit. You’d both dedicated your lives to something as children, studied and worked and fought for things you’d been dropped into believing. He’d been brought up to be a warrior, you’d spent your life expecting to die for someone else. But war was over, his people were decimated and you had survived. What were either of you supposed to do now. 

After hitting another tree dead center on the first try, he looked over at you. 

“Good work,” he said. You gave him an almost smug half smile. “What?” 

“You were impressed,” you said, sitting up and handing him his rifle.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied. 

“But you were.” 

He sighed. “I was.” 

You smirked. 

“Knew it.” 

He shook his head, getting up and slinging the rifle over his back and heading for the ladder down, looking back to you. 

“I’m going to stay up here for a bit,” you shrugged. “I haven’t been able to climb in a while… I’ve missed it.” 

Din hesitated for a moment before giving you a nod and descending the ladder, the kid’s pod floating beside him. He was strangely anxious, leaving you where he couldn’t easily see you. Not that there was much trouble to be found on this planet and he knew exactly where you were, but he had a nervous energy all the same. 

He was still trying to figure out what the hell to do with you. He decided to clean his weapons, give himself something to do with his hands, to distract him. For a long time, he thought that, if he ever saw you again, it would be easier. 

There was a space you occupied in his mind that would get better if you were close, he’d thought. That, as it turned out, wasn’t the case. Yes, he wasn’t wondering where you were or what you were doing anymore, that was true. But instead of focusing on something - anything - besides you, he shifted to trying to read you. Understand you, learn you, untangle your concerns. Truly, really know you. And there was the part of him that seemed to want to do nothing but picture you naked. 

The kid tapped the ball on his pod, making Din look up from his work. He squeaked, looking up, pouting a bit. 

“We’re giving her space,” he said. He tapped the ball again, looking frustrated. Din sighed. “No.” Tap, tap, tap. “Kid, she’s not going to be with us forever. She can’t be. Don’t get too attached.” 

His ears drooped and he flopped back in his pod. Din sighed again. He needed to take his own damn advice. He straightened himself, almost subconsciously, like it would strengthen his resolve. He was not going to touch you again. He was going to find some distance, break out of your orbit. He had to. 

To your credit, you picked up on it quickly. He hated watching it happen, seeing you retreat into yourself. He made a point to not be cruel, just cold. It only took the rest of the day for you to pull back, too. You slept inside the ship that night. 

The next day, you told him you were going to train, waiting only a second to see if he would stop you or try to come. He shrugged, continuing work on the Razor Crest. But he noted your path to the forest with his helmet, ready to track you if you weren’t back when he expected. You borrowed his rifle in the afternoon to practice shooting. He watched from the ground as you hit almost every target, your speed and accuracy increasing. 

After a few days of near silence, you approached him after your run. 

“I need combat practice,” you said bluntly. You were still breathing heavily and his eyes kept drifting to your breasts, remembering how you felt. “Spar with me.” 

He was silent for a moment. 

“No.” 

“What?” You demanded. “Why not?” 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, going back to working on the ship. You scoffed. 

“You should be more worried about me hurting you.” 

“Trust me, Doll,” he looked back to you. “That’s the least of my concerns.” 

“Well, I know you won’t hurt me,” you crossed your arms and planted your feet. “So let’s go. I’ve never fought a Mandalorian. I’m curious.” 

“I’m not going to throw a punch at you,” he replied. 

“Trust me, you’d miss,” you rolled your eyes. He glared at you and he could tell you felt it. “Look, I want to be ready for when we leave here, OK? I can either practice with you or end up in a fight when I haven’t done much in years and find out then how little I still know. What sounds better to you.” 

He sighed, dropping his tools. 

“Fine,” he said. “No weapons. And if I say stop, we stop. Immediately.” 

“If you’re that worried I’m going to kick your ass…” 

“I’m serious, Doll,” he snapped. 

“Fine,” you held your hands up in mock surrender and rolled your eyes. 

“Tonight,” he said. “After the kid’s in bed.” 

You frowned. 

“Why?” 

“Because,” he said. “He sees us fighting, he might not understand it’s fake. I don’t want him hurting you.” You raised your eyebrows. “It’s happened before.” 

You sighed. 

“Fine. Tonight, once the kid is down.” 

He went back to work, feeling your eyes on him for another moment before you stalked off again. He hated letting you leave. But he had to get used to it. 

The kid fell asleep on you after the sun set, something he’d been doing more often than not it seemed. You seemed happy to keep a hand on his back, your thumb lightly stroking the back of his head until he passed out against you. 

“You owe me a brawl, Mando,” you said, looking over to him, your hand still on the baby. 

“You’re sure,” he said, hoping that stalling would have given you time to change your mind. You just nodded. He sighed. “Fine, let me put him inside. I meant what I said…” 

“I know,” you cut him off. “If you say stop, we stop.” 

He carefully lifted the kid off of you and put him in his pod before bringing him aboard the ship. You were stretching when he came back out, still hoping you’d have given up on the idea. But you were stuck on it. He sighed and started removing his beskar. 

“What are you doing?” You were frowning, frozen mid stretch. 

“If you hit the armor, you’re going to hurt yourself,” he replied. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you dropped your arm and put your hands on your hips. “Put the damn armor back on, Din.” 

“No,” he said, removing it piece by piece. “I can take a punch, Doll. You’re not breaking your fingers on my beskar.” 

You ground your teeth. 

“You can always back out,” he shrugged, setting a pauldron on the ground. 

“Stop trying to talk me out of it,” you snapped. “I need to get better and I’m asking for your help. I’d ask someone else but my options here are limited. So please, Mando, let me practice fighting you so I don’t get my ass kicked by some bail jumper, OK?” 

He set the last piece of beskar on the ground, leaving him in just the flight suit and helmet. Your eyes ran over him, up and down, slowly. It somehow made him feel more exposed than taking off the armor had, your gaze more dangerous than anything hitting him could be. 

Din stepped away from the fire and the ship, into more open space and you followed, watching him cautiously. He set himself into a fighting stance, his fists raised. 

“If I hurt you,” he said. “Say something. Don’t try to tough it out.” 

“I can take a hit, Mando,” you rolled your eyes, stopping a few feet away from him and raising your hands, too. 

“You’re the one who wants to spar, Doll,” he said. “So you have to start this.” 

You narrowed your eyes and your stance changed ever so slightly, analyzing him for a moment before you came for him. You were smart, feigning going for his head. When he moved to block you, you side stepped it, going low and ducking below his arm, bringing your body into his and slamming your knee into his stomach. He grabbed your torso but you’d wrapped your arm around his side already, ramming into him with your elbow before bringing the leg you’d hit his stomach with down and around his ankle, yanking it out from below him and using your weight to knock him off balance, sending him down onto his back, forcing him into the ground with a grunt. 

“You have to actually try, Mando,” you griped, pushing off the ground and getting to your feet. 

“I don’t think you need to worry about bail jumpers, Doll,” he said. 

“I will need to worry about people who will actually try to hit me,” you said, positioning yourself again. “So do it.” 

He looked you up and down, trying to look at you like he would an opponent. It felt unnatural, looking for where you were weakest. Your size would be the first thing he should leverage. You were smaller and weaker, overpowering you should be simple. You didn’t have the muscle he did to protect your kidneys or liver, hits there would do solid damage. 

He considered asking if you were ready but decided against it, just coming for you. He swung for you and you sidestepped him, grabbing his fist and trying to twist his arm. It was a move he imagined had worked for you in the past, but you didn’t have the strength or the weight to pull it off now. Instead, it exposed your torso and he swung, landing a pulled punch at your side with his other hand, just below your ribs. You grunted at the hit, some of the air getting knocked out of you. But instead of stopping or slowing, you used the hold you had on his arm to swing yourself down and back, going behind him. He spun to follow you but not before you landed a hit to his kidney at his back. He caught your next punch, twisting your arm back and you head butted him in the stomach, just below his rib cage. Din caught your head with his other arm, holding your face to his chest and knocking your feet out from under you, bringing you down to the ground on your stomach, leaving you panting for breath. 

Watching you fight was oddly beautiful. He wanted to just admire it, admire you. The confidence and knowledge in the way you moved, the way your mind and body worked in perfect harmony to do what was necessary. It was art, especially to a Mandalorian. If he wasn’t perpetually worried about your safety, he’d want to watch you work, see what you would do with an enemy as your canvas.

“You OK?” He asked, his hands still on you. 

“Fine,” you said. He released you and you rolled onto your back before he helped you up. “Let’s go again.” 

“No,” he shook his head, walking back toward the ship. 

“You said you would,” you protested, following close behind him, still breathing heavily. “I’ve had way worse than that, come on Mando, let’s go again. 

“I know you have,” he snapped, turning to face you. “And I don’t want to hit you, so we’re done.” 

“I need to know that I can protect your kid, Din,” you said, voice calm. “He’s vulnerable. Imps are after him. Even if I were just watching him on the ship, I need to know I can keep him safe. He’s too important.” 

He searched your face, the cool detachment you usually wore missing. You were afraid. Of not being able to keep up, to save someone who needed saving. 

“Please,” you said again, voice so soft he could barely hear it over the crackle of the fire. 

“Fine,” he said, stalking back to the open space. You followed. 

“Don’t pull your punches this time,” you said, raising your fists. “Push as fast and hard as you would if I were a quarry. It’s OK if it hurts.” 

“Doll…” 

“I fucking mean it, Mando,” you snapped. “Hit me.” 

He ground his teeth before going for you. 

You’d started to learn his movements, could read what was coming next. You dodged him, his blows glancing off you instead of fully catching, your counter punches finding their targets at first before he learned your movements, too. Things devolved, just blocking each other’s shots, adjusting, trying moves that were dirtier to see what would land. 

Eventually, he caught you just enough off guard to knock you down. Before he had the chance to ask if you were OK, you swept his legs out from underneath him, sending him down, his helmet smacking into the ground. 

“You’re good,” you were panting for breath, your head turned to face him. “If you were armored, I wouldn’t stand a chance.” 

“You did well, Doll,” he said, letting himself relax into the ground for a moment. “The kid will be in good hands with you.” 

“Good,” you smiled a little, the movement changing the light on your face just enough that the firelight caught the glistening scrape on your cheek. Din rolled onto his side, yanking his glove off and reaching for your face, touching your cheek delicately.

“I hurt you,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. 

“It’s just a scratch,” you rolled your eyes. “Nothing to worry about.”  

It took him a moment to realize what he’d done. He’d hurt you and there was proof of it. And he was touching you. His skin was against yours, you were warm and soft beneath him, so close he could pull you against him in a second. His armor was gone, he’d be able to feel you more this way… 

You picked up his hand from your face, setting it back against him. 

“I can’t do this with you Din,” you said softly.

“Doll,” he breathed, but you cut him off. 

“I can’t,” you said. “I don’t think you understand what the last five years - hell, the last few months - has been for me. I survived a war I never thought I’d live through but I lost everything. I’m trying to navigate a life I never planned to have. I lost my home, my brothers, my friends, my identity, my purpose - all to the Empire. I tried to start over and I lost that, too. I lost my parents. I tried to start over again and the only person I knew there, the person who was supposed to help me survive it tried to kill me and now he’s dead, too. 

“There is one person in this entire fucking galaxy who knows who I am, that I’m alive at all, and he can’t seem to decide if he wants to fuck me or keep me as far away as he possibly can. I can’t do it, I can’t handle you touching me and holding me and making me feel something one minute and ignoring me the next. I’d rather you hate me, Din, because that’s something. I can’t handle the indifference from you. I can’t be invisible, not to you. Please don’t make me.” 

It was like there was something screaming inside him, something fighting to burst out of him, to tell you everything, to pull you against him and hold you there, touch you, feel you. 

He didn’t do any of those things. 

“Thanks for the practice,” you smiled tightly, sadly. “I’m going to bed.” 

You got up and went to the ship and Din rolled onto his back as the firelight dimmed, trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing.

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Another work in Progress for my Azulaang fic Burn this City Down. Featuring my second favorite Fire Teen.

Sorry, the context for this one might be a little hard to explain. Basically I'm rearranging a lot of scenes from my first draft so this might show up in the next chapter or a few chapters from now.

Anyway, here's some Ty Lee.

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On a moonlit night, the Mask Maker had the misfortune of being seen by one of the Kyoshi Warriors guarding the scene of the crime. They doubted Zuko’s personal guard would hear them out if they tried to explain themselves. After all, what was more suspicious then someone who hid their face behind a mask? 

So, Lio decided to flee. As a cowardly lion always hiding from others, running was their specialty. 

“You shouldn’t have been here in the first place.” Lion said. That persistent voice in their head sure liked to rub it in when Lio screwed up. “Hey, I already knew I screwed up. Azula’s gonna ride my ass later for this, and not in the fun way.” Lio gave a long exhaustive sigh, “She expects everyone to be as perfect as she is, what a high maintenance woman.” “Why are you listening to her anyway? She’s insane.” “I know she is, but so am I.”  Lio said in a sing-song voice, “Normal people don’t make up imaginary friends to talk to just because they’re lonely.” 

They had to right this mistake right away. After all, Azula expected perfection from her followers. Lio didn’t have the best luck anyway, minor-fuck ups tended to turn into fuckup cascades. For example, the Kyoshi Warrior who had given chase was just as capable of running across rooftops as they were. Darn, this one was going to be trouble. Lio abandoned their initial plan of running away, and turned on their foot, striking out at their pursuer in a surprise attack. Ty Lee - she was easy to recognize under all that makeup. 

Lio bent low to the ground and swept her legs out from underneath her, causing her to fall. 

Lio stopped and removed their mask just long enough for Ty Lee to recognize the kiss mark Azula had left on their face. “Lio? Zuko said you disappeared with Azula, but like, are you really…?” “Mm.” “So, it’s like that?” “Yes, it’s like that.” 

“Seriously, why Azula? Do you hate yourself or something? Please acquire some standards.” 

“Don’t worry, Ty Ty,  I like you too.” When Ty Lee tried to take advantage of Lio’s yapping to jab forward with a punch, Lio caught it in their open hand and drove a knee right into her stomach. “I’ve been feeling lonely lately, want to play with me.” 

The padding of her armor cushioned the blow, but knocked off her feet, it was easy for Lio to shit his weight and throw her over their shoulder and onto the ground. Ty Lee performed an impressive acrobatic stunt of springing back up to her feet from lying completely flat on the ground. She tried to take advantage of the surprise by jabbing forward again - always with the chi blocking, Lio was starting to get bored. Lio let her fist flied past their head again, and then grabbed her forearm, spun their whole body around and used to moment to sling her into the air.

“Upsy Daisy!” 

When she landed he was not as hurt as she could have been, because before they teach acrobats to swing on their trapeze they teach them how to fall. She landed on all fours, and easily recovered. Returning to her feet once more, Ty Lee like a performer went for the distraction. “Azula’s got you like, completely brainwashed huh? So hot, and yet, so dumb.” 

“Do you know what the good thing about brainwashing is?” Lio paused for effect, “It keeps your brain nice and clean!” 

“That’s not your best joke…” “Then why is the audience laughing?” Lio cupped a hand over their ear to hear the imaginary audience. “Can’t you hear that? They’re cheering. Let’s give them a show.”

Ty Lee decided to play along, “Yeah, but they’re obviously cheering for me” 

Lio wasted too much time and Ty Lee took advantage of running forward, going for the solar plexus. Lio shed their striped kimono and flung it in her face and easily stepped out of the way. 

She ripped it off her head, but stopped to stare at Lio in just their leggings. That didn’t help Lio’s narcissism at all. “Why would they be cheering for you? You’re just the opening act, I’m the main event.” 

Ty Lee crouched low and then launched herself in the air over Lio’s head,  flipped around and then landed behind them facing forward. She twisted her body in a roundhouse kick in Lio’s blindspot, but Lio spun away from her in the opposite direction. They circled each other with ease like this was a dance both of them had rehearsed. Lio ended up behind her as they finished this step of the dance, and then executed a grab from behind to hurl her in the air once more. 

Ty Lee, just as bad at focusing from when they were kids, got impatient with Lio dancing around her, “Hey, hey, are we gonna dance or fight.” “Why not both? We’re a pretty good dancer. Shall I sleep you off your feet?”

“Ugh, you are so easy! And this is me saying that! You’re like a sad little puppy that follows everyone around who gives you the tiniest bit of attention.” That wasn’t true. Lio only wanted one person to watch them, but no matter what they did she wouldn’t look their way. That’s why they put on an act for anyone and everyone to gain their attention instead. 

They replaced the mask back on their face. 

The Mask Maker made a new mask for everyone they met, always trying to be what they wanted, what would catch their eye, someone brighter, someone more clever, someone more charming than their boring self. Like an announcer heralding the beginning of the circus, they spread their arms wide and yelled loud enough to be heard in the cheap seats, “Now, now, now…Come one, come all! Everyone is welcome here!” Ty Lee took a step back from the delusional lunatic who thought that they were performing on a stage right now. Lio’s smile widened, stretching their stitched up cheeks; it was exactly the reaction they wanted to provoke.

A comedy makes the audience laugh, a tragedy makes them cry, and a monster story makes them terrified, a romance story makes them fall in love. 

 A true entertainer had complete control of their audience. 

Lio suddenly kicked one leg in the air, and moved from standing into a sumo wrestler’s squat

“What you’re about to witness… is a grand, fearsome, goosebump-raising event that silences crying children. Behold the beast, who pretends to be human in the daytime and transforms at night!  The absolute beautiful terror. The terrifying beauty!” 

“Wow, full of yourself, much?” 

“Be careful, get too close and you might get swallowed whole.”  They raised a finger in the air and brought it to their lips to kiss their fingertips and said, “One hit is enough to kill, meaning it’s as one-hit-kill as it can be!”

“I know you’re trying to distract me. I’m not as stupid as I look, and not as stupid as I act - and wait, no, no, I’m not stupid at all!”Ty Lee ecided to steal the show, spring up, running halfway up the tree she bounded off of it and her hands reached for a sturdy a nearby clothesline. She swung around the line like a trapeze, and landed on top. “So, tell me what you’re getting at!” “No talking in the audience!” Lio raised their voice, "Save all questions until the end!” 

They stepped back and jumped into the air, clicking their heels as they did and then as they landed back on the rooftop took a bow. Ty Lee wasn’t impressed and so she jumped from high above, and tried to hit Lio with a flying kick. She jumped off the branch high in the air for a flying kick from above. Lio blocked her kick with both arms crossed over their head. Ty Lee kicked off Lio to gain more air. She twisted her body around and this time her fingers shot forward with needle-like precision hitting Lio’s shoulder. Their arm went limp- 

…But

Ty Lee had been away from the circus for too long. She forgot a basic principle of showmanship. The sleight of hand. Lio had let her deliberately take their arm out of the equation, so she would make the mistake of getting in too close. They pulled their elbow back and before Ty Lee knew it, a fist was buried deep within her stomach. 

Ty Lee was knocked back, and landing on her back she  did a backwards somsersault and returned to her feet. “

Ty Lee dragged the toe of her shoe in the ground as she ran forward and then kicked a cloud of dirt in the air. She leapt through it right at Lio, throwing a fist that bounce off of Lio’s guard. She followed that up by falling on her hands, and doing a spinning kick while still on the ground. Lio ducked underneath her feet. She stopped spinning and stood upright to knee them in the face. While Lio recoiled, Ty Lee thew a left handed jab that Lio smacked away, and tried to punch in the opening that created only for Lio to catch her fist in their bare hand again.They stepped back, pulling Ty Lee forward, and grabbing her by the wrist so she could not pull away. Their arms wrapped around Ty Lee and he held her in a violent embrace, and moments later his jaw unhinged itself to reveal teeth sharp enough to tear through the layers of her clothing and bury themselves deep within her skin. 

Ty Lee screamed in surprise, and moved her body to escape Lio’s hold, throwing Lio over shoulder and then pinning them to the ground with their elbow behind their back. They quickly changed positions and she had the advantaged. “What are you, after? Why follow Azula? Are you one of those weirdos that likes getting abused or something, ugh, ick, ick, ick!”

A pop sounded and Lio dislocated their shoulder with no hesitation, causing Ty Lee’s grip to loosen. A moment later they bucked wildly on the ground and slammed the top of their head into Ty Lee’s jaw forcing her to let go. “Who cares about me?” Lio began, “Touy’re the star Ty Ty, let’s talk about you.” 

Ty Lee  moved into Lio’s blindspot and attacked. Her fist slammed into the Lio’s face, but Lio did not budge, they laughed with a mouth full of blood. They had missed Ty Lee. Truly, truly. They were enjoying this from the bottom of their heart, truly, truly.  They theen spat the blood right in her eyes to blind her. They then stepped back in time to dodge Ty Lee’s blind flailing. It had been this way the whole fight, Lio was always one step ahead of her, like she was chasing a ghost. 

Lio grabbed one of Ty Lee’s wrists and then started to spin around with her. The colors that made up the sky, the forest, and the fire all blurred together, as if they were dancing inside of a Kaleidoscope.

“Effortlessly turning your back on your only friend, and effortlessly forgetting about them. Since when were you such a meanie!”

“What are you talking about, Azula’s not my only friend! Mai and I are soooo over her?” 

“Eh, Mai, I thought you always hated her.” Ty Lee stepped on Lio’s toe to interrupt their dance, and then cross jabbed from right to left with her free arm. Lio ripped their foot out from underneath hers to throw her off balance causing her to miss. They followed this by leaping into the air and spinning into a kick that struck Ty Lee on the side of the head and sent her flying. “What are you talking about?” “Girls do it all the time. They hate each other, while pretending to get along. Female friendship sure is complicated!”

As Lio approached Ty Lee managed to jump up again while lying completely prone on the ground, and then balanced on one hand while she spun the rest of her body to aim a kick like a swinging ax at Lio - that they just barely managed to sidestep. Ty Lee got to her feet aimed a kick at Lio’s ankles. They missed when Lio stepped back, and a moment later he swung his foot at her head. Ty Lee dodged by going into a complete split to get lower to the ground. She moved into a handstand from the ground, grabbed Lio’s neck in between her legs and pulled them down to the ground and in a hold That was a mistake, as the next moment Lio’s teeth sunk into her calf meat until Ty Lee screamed and let go. Lio was instantly back on his feet, wiping the blood off on their sleeve. It was all they could do not to vomit. They’d tasted a girl that wasn’t Azula twice tonight, it was absolutely disgusting. “Come on, Ty Ty, let’s gossip! It’s fun to trash people you hate behind your back, isn’t it?” “I don’t hate Mai!” 

“Lies don’t work on me. I’m a magician, so I’m especially talented as seeing through other people’s tricks.” 

Lio pushed off the ground, flipped in the air and landed with both feet on Ty Lee’s back. They put a foot on the back of her head, and ground her face into the dirt for good measure. “For spirits sake, this is like talking to Azula. Are you going to get to a point soon or do you just like to talk?” “Of course, I do. I’m real lonely don’t you know?” 

“Talk about desperate!”

“Aren’t you the desperate one? I mean, how many people did you kill just so Lazuli would look at you?” 

“...What?” “You didn’t even keep track? Aren’t you supposed to be one of the good guys?” They stomped on her back, and twisted their heel into the base of her spine. “I guess it doesn’t count, because it was Azula killing those people, right? Azula made you do all those bad things, riiiiiiiiight!?” Lio got off of their back and now grabbed her by their chest armor, walking to the edge of the building and dangling her off of it, while staring deeply into her eyes. 

“It didn’t work, did it? No matter how many people you killed, she didn’t respect you the way she did Mai….” Just kidding, Lio whipped around and threw her back on the rooftop. “Just so you know, I don’t respect you either.” 

“I don’t… no…” “Hey what stings the most? That Lazuli used you? That she never needed you, you were just useful? That she liked Mai better than you?”

“Stop it!” “Or deep down inside, did you think that you really believed that one day you and Lazuli would be friends!” “Shut up!” 

“Hey, hey, you should take this costume already! You look ridiculous!” 

Lio walked over to step on her chest, holding her to the ground and grabbing a fist full of her kimono. They pulled on the fabric, tearing it until it ripped to expose the clothes underneath. They were just another man, forcibly exposing a woman against her will. This is why they hated men, and of course, this is why they hated themselves. 

If Ty Lee was embarrassed, she didn’t show it. “This is the garb of a Kyoshi Warrior-” “First you were a circus freak, then you were Azula’s friend, and now you’re a Kyoshi Warrior? You just imitate the people around you” A hand reached forward and tenderly caressed her face. Lio attempted to wipe the white powder makeup away from her face but only succeeded in smearing it with blood. “Look at you, you’re wearing their clothes and you’ve even painted your face to look just like them.”

“No, you’re wrong… I…I… I’m not like the others.” “Everyone who’s around your age says the same exact thing. Which means you’re exactly like the others.” Lio snapped their fingers, as if suddenly remembering soemthing. "Oh, I just figured it out. That's probably why Lazuli never respected you, never paid attention to you, because you're just so boring." "I..." "It's time for you to stop talking! I'm bored now!"

This is what Lio enjoyed most of all. Watching someone’s expression change, as the mask fell of their face.

“...Are you going to kill me?” “Why would I do that? No one would even miss you if you’re gone. After all, even if you disappear, your parents have six more replacements.” Lio let go as if they were touching something disgusting, and removed their foot from her chest. 

“So I’ll let you live on the condition you don’t tell anyone you saw me. Aren’t I a nice guy?” “And let a dangerous psycho roam around in the streets? Yeah, not happening.” “Go ahead, tell everyone. Then I’ll tell what I was really doing tonight, following Mai as she went to meet a masked man.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You sure about that? Maybe you and Mai aren’t as good friends as you think you are.” After the setup came the punch line. “You know what. Tell everyone what Mai was doing tonight. Then she’ll lose even more status and she’ll finally be beneath you.” Ty Lee said nothing. Ty Lee said nothing. Ty Lee said nothing. The silence on a pitch black night was haunting. Ty Lee turned her head up, looking at the empty sky above, empty, a void with no hope in it. After a single moment that seemed to stretch out several years, Lio’s voice broke through that silence. “Go ahead, and prove me right.” 

[alexiaugustin]

season two of shadow and bone should have shown absolutely every last fucking person that this show is a soulless piece of trash adaptation that doesn’t understand nor gives two fucks about the source material they're allegedly trying to adapt and that the people behind this show were all lying to your faces when they apologized for the things that upset people for 24 hours before season one streamed two years ago, because after all this show still erases the trauma of a woman’s sexual abuse story and they are still sexualizing bisexual people and they are still fucking everything about these characters and their dynamics up.

season one should have upset most people enough to stop stanning this show but during the last two years we have learned that there’s A Lot that the tv industry can do that people won’t care about. an ableist, colorist and fatphobic and age inaccurate casting that hurts people by taking their representation away is something people won’t care about. complex characters being reduced to an inch of what they actually are like so they and their relationship can neatly fit into archetypes, tropes and ao3 tags is something people won’t care about. showrunners getting exposed for having their white stunt doubles do brownface is something people won’t care about. a show having a dumb script that makes everyone on the show look like a fucking loser is something people won’t care about.

and now season two is out and they did everything they already did in season one wrong but it’s somehow still so much worse. after watching season one i felt like the deeply offensive and wrong things about this show were still explainable, season two actually has me at loss for words because of how bad it is. because of how there’s not a single thing they did right about the soc books; not the characters, not their relationships, not their storyline, nor the world they live in. i could give a few examples like the fact that kaz told inej that feeling as if she’s not really free from the menagerie where she was sex trafficked as a child "isn’t her fight anymore, it’s his“ just because pekka rollins owns her now. or the fact that wylan and jesper met via a one night stand and were fucking by episode four even tho they don’t even kiss before the end of ck. or that they turned pekka rollins into a super villain who wants to kill kaz even though the whole point of his role in the books is that he has no idea why kaz has it out for him and he doesn’t care abt these teenagers.

i could explain all these and so many more examples in depth, and still it wouldn’t be enough to capture the the true scope of how bad and truly horrible this show is. and yet. and yet when i log into tumblr dot com or twitter dot com i see gifsets of this show, of the relationships they don’t understand, of the characters they butchered and i'm seeing people rooting for another season of this nonsense. at this point this show feels like a social experiment that’s trying to see how far people will go to defend a deeply offensive and atrociously bad piece of media. and during the last 48 hours i've come to realize that some of y'all will never be able to be pushed too far. some of y’all had their brains rotted away a long time ago when tiktok and ao3 made you believe that media is nothing more than the consumption of aesthetics, tropes and archetypes and that it’s a good thing if these are responsible for the death of art. if you claim to love the book and the show at the same time you are lying to yourself because that is simply impossible. you have, in short, truly lost the fucking plot.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Ok ok- gn!reader, who skates with Bam, doing a skate stunt and breaking a bone or just getting really hurt. Johnnys/Bam’s/Steve-O’s reaction to it. Some literal hurt/comfort head-canons (?) <3

Head Trip

After a bad spill on the vert ramp, Y/N gets a visit in the hospital from their favorite idiots.

Gn!Reader

1.1k Words

(Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

Warnings: Whump, suggestive content, crude language, drinking, concussions

An: Thank you for the request!! I had so many ideas for this one it kinda evolved into a fic of its own! XD I hope you don’t mind!

Your brain felt like it was full of cobwebs as you groggily blinked your eyes open. Half awake, you winced at the bright white overhead lights. It took a few minutes to realize that you weren’t still in Bam’s backyard skating and instead were sitting in some hospital bed. The thin sheets did nothing to the chill caused by the cold, medical air that made you shiver on the hard surface. Everything around you was so still, save for the beeping of various medical devices in neighboring rooms. Breaking the silence, the door opened and some lady in scrubs came in. Her lips moved, but your brain processed nothing.

A few moments later, you heard a commotion from outside the door. “Y/N!” Your ears perked up as a familiar voice called you, recognizing it as Knoxville, speaking through snickers with an audible grin, “Your, uh, your nurse is here to see you now!”

Tottering in on a pair of cherry red high heels, in came Pontius with a clipboard, wearing one of those minxy little nurse outfits. You couldn’t help yourself from grinning as he spoke in a falsetto, moving to stand at the side of your bed, “Okay, Y/N- is it? I’ve got you written down for…”

Before you could respond to your nurse, another person entered the room- a man in scrubs, wearing a tie back and surgical mask that obscured a majority of his face as you tried to focus on him, squinting. “Nurse?” He rasped, glancing over at Pontius with a serious expression, “Everything ready?” He nodded, and the scrub clad stranger pulled back one of his blue nitrile gloves, dramatically snapping it. “Alright! Then let’s get on with this vasectomy!“

You could hear him start to crack up as he neared the end of his sentence, his eyes squinting up as he leaned against a counter, pulling down his mask.

“Steve!” He grinned that boyish smile at you as you mentally slapped yourself for not getting it sooner. Maybe that head injury really was taking a toll on you. “Oh my god! Where- where did you get those scrubs?” He laughed, eyes glinting, “Don’t ask.”

Peeking around the door, you had no trouble identifying the owner of the Philly-trash accent as he strolled in like he owned the place, still wearing the same clothes he wore when you were skating, “Wow. Y’look like shit.” As if the tiny hospital room wasn't full enough, he crowded in next to you, “Yeah, thanks Bam- I feel like shit.” He gestured to you to scooch over in the stiff bed as he parked himself right next to you, pulling back the covers and laying down. Your head throbbed, but you still had enough strength to jab at him, “What are you doing?”

“M’tired.” There was your ole skate buddy Bam, practically snuggling with you in a hospital bed. Eh, you two had been closer in weirder places. You leaned over to whisper to him, “Did you get that on video? You know, the-“ “That spill off the vert ramp?” He grinned, fiddling with the camcorder in his pocket under the sheets, “Of course, man! Check this out.” He flipped it open, pressing a few buttons before the video started rolling. “Dunn told me to trash it, but it’s sick.”

The whole time you watched, you hardly noticed when Johnny slank in the open door, sitting in one of the uncomfortable metal bedside chairs. He started to pick at your untouched, hospital-provided lunch- you caught him about halfway into your pudding cup.

“Knoxville!” You scolded him like a dog that peed on the carpet. “What?” He shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with it, his mouth full of chocolate, “You weren't ‘eatin it.” Bam leaned over, snatching it from him. You would’ve thanked him- if he didn’t start eating it himself. His eyes flicked up from the pudding as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, licking it off.

“Hey! The party’s here!” You could make out the rough outline of the blonde as he strolled in, handing something heavy over to Johnny. “Dunn, this isn’t a party- and you can’t bring beer in a hospital!” He whispered, still holding the 6 pack on his lap. “Why not?” Your eyes focused just enough to make out the Miller High Life logo on the side of the box. You moved your head to get a better look around Bam (who was still eating the pudding), but the room spun with you. Your head dropped as you winced, squeezing your eyes shut and almost choking on your words, “You- you got beers…?”

“No, no- who said anything about beer?” Johnny chuckled, sitting up and hiding the 6 pack behind the chair, mouthing something about the parking lot to Steve from across the room before setting back into his seat, his legs sticking out awkwardly due to his height. “We just wanted to come by, check on how you’re ‘doin!” You cracked a pained smile as he looked at you over his glasses with a sympathetic look, “Well, that’s very sweet of you guys.”

“Okay, out! Shoo shoo!” Pontius spoke up, making a little shooing gesture with his hands, “It’s time for Y/N’s sponge bath~!” Before anyone could move, the door slid open and all heads whipped around to your actual nurse, staring in confusion at the scene in front of her. She made eye contact with Chris, “Who are you? Do you work here?” His eyes widened, still smiling, “I think I should go.” She rubbed her temples, sighing exasperatedly, “I think you should all go! Why are you even here- they’re getting released this afternoon!”

And a few hours later, some nervous nursing student wheeled you out to the parking lot. The wheels of the rickety chair bumped over the cracks in the sidewalk as she stopped at the curb, quietly apologizing for something you couldn’t make out. A white blur skidded out maybe two feet from you, the doors of the van flying open. “Hey, dude!” Steve spoke over the blaring music- some cock rock band. He leaned out one side, holding a bottle, “We saved a beer for you!” The poor lady didn’t know what to say as four of the men inside ran outside to you like a NASCAR pit crew. “I-im not so sure you should be-“

Before you could get in anything edgewise, you had two hands under your arms and two under your knees, the blue flowered paper gown you were dressed in crinkling as they hoisted you up and into the van. “We’re gonna get burgers on the way back! You want some?” Bam piped up as you were seated, crawling over you to get in the seat next to you. The nurse went to say something else, but before she could- slam! Knoxville shut the door and you peeled off out of the parking lot.

[cybercl0ne]

Shoreside //female reader x Shigaraki // 18+ // (Loan shark Au) PART 2

Summary: You start getting money and Shigaraki's attention

Tw: Oral (Male receiving), Praise if you squint, hint of trauma/backstory

Fun Fact: I really like Shigaraki (If you couldn't tell)

The Sunrays hit your face, violently stuttering your doze. You perked up almost instantly, your mind attacking you with the horrid memories of the night before. Your eyes closed for a second trying to forget you’d run into a man like him, and instead of getting Ume back in eye sight. 

Your eyes wandered around the room, searching for any signs of tampering while you dozed off for awhile, but after coming to the safe conclusion that nobody had disturbed the demented peace you grabbed your clothes from yesterday and cautiously stepped outside the door, ignoring the strain and soreness of your legs, beckoning you to sit back down. As you peered around the hallway, you saw a man with a distorted purple hue for a face, tending to the bar, talking with “Shigaraki,” the man that had taken your dignity and virginity. A present scowl formed on your face, wondering if you should sneak attack him from behind and make him talk. You shook the idea, scraping it. “No..not with how many people are around him at all times.” You snapped out of your head when the man appeared in front of you with the familiar wretched smile he’d had on since he’d seen you. “Good morning sunshine.” He smooched. You scoffed, getting in his face.

 “Ume.” You demanded. He threw his hands in the air, sly. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He said, dull. 

“Kurogiri.” The man called, his playful tone distinguished. 

“Yes boss?” The blob replied. 

“We’re heading out for awhile but tell the league we got company.” He said, looking down at you while leading you to the car. 

“Company?” You whispered to yourself, shivering from the eerie feeling that shook you. 

“Yep, you work for me now, so company.” He cheered. 

You grunted, walking a bit faster than him to the car that you’d seen more times than once. “Like I’ll be staying that long.” You once again stated under your breath. This time the man didn’t seem to hear you and instead hopped in the car right after seating you. 

“To Toga.” He instructed. Without so much as a word the men drove, passing by the unfamiliar surroundings you’d seen yesterday. You thought about Ume the whole way there, wondering if you were too late. What if they’d hurt him already, what if he wasn’t really at the place they said he was and Shigaraki was just leading you into another trap. 

You shivered, and quietly soothed yourself. You decided to distance yourself further from the man that took it upon himself to sit right next to you, glancing over at you a few times to see your reactions you tried to keep hidden.

 Once in a while he’d find himself getting giddy at seeing how you trembled and held so much fear for the little runt. He thought if you reacted this way when being apart for this little amount of time, then he could do a lot more if you tried a stunt like yesterday. 

“You guys don’t spend much time apart I’m guessing.” His raspy voice breaking through the silence. He sat smug waiting.

Your eyes never glanced farther from the window, deciding not to indulge him with an answer. You didn’t know how much about you he knew and you weren’t exactly going to give him another reason to hold you and Ume hostage. 

His eyes met yours through the reflective glass, his ruby eyes meeting yours, pouring whatever emotion he had into yours, adding to its glint. 

“No.” You said, bleek. 

“He’s a growing boy, don’t you think he needs his space?” He said, shaking his head. 

“Tch, don’t you get tired of blabbering about stuff you know nothing about?” 

“Sometimes I wonder if you really value your life.” You carved. Your words being as calmly spiteful as possible. But with the way you saw normal people wander the streets, kids happy and cheerful you’d already had enough. 

He pretended to think about the question and returned to his sickening smile. 

“I take it you're not much of a morning person. So grouchy.” He said, pouting. You rolled your eyes at how childish this big man baby was. 

The car rolled to a halt and as it stopped you saw the woman from yesterday holding Ume’s small hand. His expression was lost and his eyes wet with tears. 

You didn’t hesitate as you jumped from out of the car, ignoring the people around you as your two faces met. 

“Y/n!” He screeched, letting go of the girls hand. 

“Ume!” You matched, scooping him in your arms in no time. You squeezed him tightly as his innocent face looped with happiness. 

“Y/n, Y/n Noona is so nice! We played all night and said we can stay with them!” 

“She even read me a story!” 

“R-really? Wow…” you spoke, unable to match his enthusiasm after what you’d experienced with this group. You held him tighter as you noticed Shigaraki coming up to you both.

He squatted down, flashing a big smile at Ume. 

“What about me? I’m nice too! Nicer than Noona don’t you think y/n?” He said, giving a sinister grin. Ume quickly ignored him, burying his head into your chest, clutching on tighter to you. You gently picked him up, finally exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. 

“Sis, are we gonna stay with your friends?” 

You looked down at him with nothing but love. You wanted to gulp down the scream that threatened to come out. “Just for a little while.” You reassured both Ume and Shigaraki. 

“And we’ll stay together right?” Ume questioned. You sighed, petting his small head and kissing him lightly on the cheek. 

“Forever Ume. Promise.” You added finally before Shigaraki interrupted. 

“If you two are done we should get going, it’s going to be a long day.” He sneered.

You headed to the car, no longer putting up a fight knowing that all you needed was in your arms, curled up. You tightly buckled him in, placing a comfortable wedge between him and Shigaraki to demote him from speaking to him. 

“So little man, you must look up to y/n a lot.” 

“Yeah, she’s a lot nicer than you.” Ume said, stinging Shigaraki. Ume looked at the man, up and down. 

“And she dresses nicer.” Ume added with no filter. You found yourself drifting off into space as they both argued. 

You thought about your next moves. Now that you had Ume, what was next. Run? Stay? Just pay off the debt? You didn’t even know how much money your father had taken. You sighed out loud, your mind scrambled from the choices you’d have to make suddenly. 

Ume took notice, looking up at you and tugging on your crumpled shirt. 

“Are you ok Y/n?” He softly asked. 

You patted his head, giving him your best smile. 

“Yeah, I’m ok kiddo.” You said, reverting your attention back to him as he hummed a tune he’d heard from a kids show. 

The car ride back was less awkward now that Ume had lightened it by bringing much needed innocence. You felt blessed that you weren’t going through this alone, even though Ume had no idea what was going on, you were grateful for his mere presence.

Ume hopped out of the car first, playing with sand and ant hills as Shigaraki approached you. 

“Now, I’m not gonna ask you to do business while the kids with us but sooner or later we have to talk about the money. Come see me when you're done with him.” He glanced at Ume before leading you both to the front door. You felt anxious as he opened the door to a small group of people. 

The first one you’d seen at the big house. She was the woman with the skirt and yellow cardigan. 

You recognized the purple blob. But the two beside him you’d never seen before. 

A man in a black and white suit flashed up to you with haste. 

“Hey I’m Twice!” 

“Nice to meet you.” He’d said in two different tones. You found your arm reflexing to protect Ume as he got close. 

“H-hello..” you greeted, clearly not a people person. 

Shigaraki sighed, weirdly disappointed in the group. 

“Don’t freak the fresh meat out too much twice.” 

“S-Sorry boss.” He sulked, deflated.

The man that stood in the back made no effort in saying ‘hello’ and shared a glare of 1000 suns. His blue eyes marking you up and down. Half of his skin looked torched, the skin now a hue of blue and dark purple to go along with his other half of skin. The stitches of trying to keep it together looked lousy but seemed effective for the time being. 

“Names’ Dabi.” He spoke, his deep raspy voice perished through you. 

“And you already know who I am!” The girly girl screeched with excitement. 

“T-toga?” You assumed. Her face light up with a light blush as the words slid off your tongue. 

Toga rushed to you and took your hand without warning, speeding you and Ume through the hallways to give you a tour. 

“This is the bathroom.” She presented. You noted that it wasn’t far from the bedroom you’d stayed in yesterday. 

“This is the boss's room.” 

“We’re not allowed to go in there but I bet his room is full of junk.” The girl whispered to you. You nodded, thinking the girl was a tad crazy. 

“Is there bad stuff on there?” Ume asked curiously. 

“Maybe.” She added, shrugging playfully. 

“Just don’t go in there to find out.” She concluded. 

“And lastly your room.” 

You peeked to find that your room was beside Shigaraki’s, finding a different taste in your mouth as the mere thought of his disgusted you. 

You looked inside to find to no surprise, it was the same room you’d been in yesterday. Ume ran to the bed, bouncing into it happily. 

He’d never know the horrors and pain that was thrown on the best as he spread his positivity over the negativity. You gently smiled as you and Toga stood in the room watching him be a kid. “I can’t believe we get to stay here!” He said, inviting Toga to bounce and play with him. The noise of shigaraki’s footsteps  heading toward you and the heavy pat on the shoulder sent this happy moment into a headache reality. 

“You done here?” He said, peering at Toga and the little one. 

“Guess so.” You shrugged. 

You faced Ume, who was playing. 

“I’ll be right back, be good.” You warned as he nodded. 

You walked off with Shigaraki exchanging minimal words to each other. As you stepped back into the car you’d grown closer to he proposed plans to you. 

“You have 3 choices.” He proposed with his fingers up. 

“You can work as a construction worker at a warehouse of mine where they pay the least amount and more time off.”

“You can work as a restaurant worker for one of my other businesses where they pay decent but way more hours.” 

“Or lastly, you can work as a sex worker where they pay the most and you’d only have to come in 3 times a week.” 

You pondered your options, clearly taking into account that Ume would be alone while you were at work. But you also took into account that the more pay the faster you’d pay off the debt, resulting in less time Ume would be alone. 

You instantly knew you weren’t gonna work as a sex worker, refusing to give your body away. It had been taken from you last time and you weren’t gonna give it to another random stranger. 

“Restaurant worker.” You blatantly said. 

His reaction was a tad surprised. 

“You sure? You know they pay less than a sex worker.” 

“Yeah so?” You felt the same itch of irritation hit you like the first time you’d seen him. 

“So, don’t you wanna pay the debt fast?” “I thought the sex working thing was an obvious choice.” 

You scoffed at his low minded thinking and nodded. “This is what I want to do.” 

He pondered, then started smirking again. 

“Ok, fine. But I’ll have you know it’s not a place for a delicate omega like you.” 

“I ain’t delicate.” You angrily busted a vein. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m kidding. The place is a place for thugs so keep your head down and you should be fine.” He teased, ruffling the top of your head. 

“Oh and since you're an aggressive little thing I feel the need to make a special little rule for you.” He pointed, flicking your forehead.

 You scratched at his hand, then retrieved your hand to the small migrating pain to your head.

“If you cause me trouble, I’ll be forced to close the restaurant for the day. Which means no profit for the day. And if I don’t get paid, neither do you, and it adds to your debt. So keep that in mind when you're working, ok princess?” He advised, pinching your chin. 

You gritted your teeth trying to fight the urge to rip his head from this body.

“Whatever.” 

“No, not whatever.” “I need to hear a ‘yes sir’ from you.” 

“…kill yourself…” you felt your face rushing with heat as he sat in silence waiting. 

“Yes sir…” you finally caved. 

“W-why did you even need me in the car for this, when you could’ve said this sooner!” You added, trying to change the subject. 

“Maybe I just wanted us alone and you to myself.” He teased again, poking his tongue at you, winking. 

You busted him right in his mouth, storming out of the car, leaving him rethinking and writhing in pain. 

——————————————————————————————

You put Ume in his pajamas, fitting his shirt over his swole cheeks. 

“Ready for bed?” You asked, standing up. 

He nodded, and climbed into bed, waiting for you to turn off the light and lay down beside him. 

You hesitated wondering if you should really let Ume be as comfortable as he is. 

“Ume..” you kneeled again, meeting his face. He rotated his head to the side, confused. 

“We need to make some rules. Rules only we follow for now, ok?” 

He nodded, fiddling with his dinosaur shirt. 

“Rule one, we always stay together. So when you feel hungry, or need to use the bathroom you tell me.” You paused, trying to find the best way to explain that you didn’t want him out of your sight if he didn’t need to be. 

“Second, don’t wander. Don’t touch, or take anything that’s not yours.” 

“Lastly, if anyone tries to hurt you, kick and scream and I’ll be there to protect you.” 

As you reached your conclusion Ume slowly nodded, giving his understanding of the rules. 

A yawn perked from his little throat and you finally decided to turn off the lights. As you crawled over to him you tucked him in, kissing his forehead and humming a song your mother had sang to you once until you saw him slowly fall into his sleep.

“You're not gonna sleep y/n?” His little voice asked drowsier. 

“Sis will go to sleep in a little while, just keep my spot warm.” You smiled at him. In  truth you didn’t want to sleep knowing that at any moment they could waltz into the room and try to take you or him in the night. 

You sat at the desk, the money still placed on it, holding a symbol of what you couldn’t erase. You stuffed the money in your wallet alongside the premature damp bills. 

You stared at your small desk lamp trying to see what you’d do about Ume. “Kids his age should be going to school.” But you knew you didn’t have the resources to send him to school. 

“You know you can sleep right?” A voice came from the cracked door. Your heart picked up  pace, finding the noise to belong to Shigaraki as he stood in the doorway.

“It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow anyway. No use in being tired on your first day.” You scoffed, turning off the lamp, and closed the door in front of his face. 

You laid down beside Ume, who was lightly snoring peacefully. You wrapped your arms gently around him and fell asleep. 

Your alarm from your broken phone rang with haste, waking you straight from your slight slumber.

You turned it off, still in a daze. You looked at Ume, who squiggled around in his sleep, trying to turn off the part of his brain that had awoken from the alarm. 

You gently kissed his forehead, whispering into it. “I’ll be back later goofball.” 

You snuck along the acquainted room, searching for some clothes. 

You looked out of the window, seeing how the sky was just waking up and how the city was barely awake. 

You drifted out of the house/bar, clicking through your Gps on your phone with the address that Shigaraki had sent you somewhere late in the night while you slept, your mind ignoring it. 

You made your way to the place, walking in the beat up tennis shoes your landlord had gotten you one day after he saw your soles were way past their expiration date. 

“You young people, working until you look like me.” his weary face would scrunch up, shaking his head as he helped you out of the poor shoes. You looked down at him, unable to express enough emotion to show how thankful you were to some sympathetic old guy. The old man looked up after deciding he got the right size, probably knowing from experience with his own kids. “Just..don’t overwork yourself. Take breaks, you're still young.” He advised, laughing nervously in between. 

You sighed wishing it was that easy. As you pulled up to the job you realized that the job really fit the way it looked. It was a rather shabby yet pretty place, big, and dark. You walked in trying to pump yourself up and remind yourself that you’d be able to pay back the debt and find your dad to kick his ass. 

“You must be y/n?” The boss with the biggest beer belly you’d ever seen looked at you snooty. 

“Y-yes.” You said, trying not to stare. 

“Great, get to work, you omegas work on my time, got it?!” He screeched, his belly voice cracking his windpipe that was gutted by past cigarette smoke that had been shoved down.

You scurried to work, trading your shirt and regular pants for the uniform assigned to you. 

As you dashed around serving gangsters and mob bosses left and right you finally saw the last of the bald headed men dressed in black leave in well fed groups. 

You kicked your feet back, taking a large sigh.

“You think you're done?” 

“Don’t be so quick to throw down the towel queen. You're closing for tonight.” He snuffed, annoyed, rubbing his dusted head. 

You bit your tongue, wanting to question why you had to be the one to close but fought against it, counting you’d just gotten the job and didn’t want to lose it because an old geezer got smashed in the head with a plate. 

“Yes boss.” You said, partially sarcastic. 

“That’s right, all you little omegas think you run the world humph.” He grumbled, waltzing his way back to his office to grab his oversized coat.

You childishly mimicked him as he walked away, clueless to your taunting. 

“Making friends huh?” Said a familiar voice from behind. 

You quickly stopped the childish act and turned around in a heat of embarrassment until you saw who it was. 

“Are you obsessed with me or something?” You sarcastically stated. 

“Huh, maybe.” Shigaraki nonchalantly shrugged. 

“Just checking up on how you were taking your first day.” 

“I’m fine, leave.” You gritted, already seeing a migraine coming on from his presence and overwhelming cologne. 

He ignored you, eyeing your body up and down hungrily. 

“You look so delicious with the way your uniform clings to every part of you.” He blatantly stated out loud. 

You felt your skin crawl as you moved from his grasp and shuffled towards the staff only room to change. 

“The little shit told me-“ 

“Ume.” You recorrected without looking at him as you took the leftover plates from tables. 

“….right..Uzamaki.”

“Anyway he told me to tell you that he misses you very much.” He imitates with Ume’s voice, but is a lot less cute and lovable. 

You rolled your eyes, your heart melting from Ume but crumbling realizing you wouldn’t be back until another hour if you were lucky. 

“Who’s watching him?” You panicked, realizing if he was here then no one was probably there. 

“Relax, Twice and Dabi are keeping him company. He needs it honestly.” “Let him be around boys, they’ll toughen him up and teach him well.” He joked, punching the air obnoxiously. 

“Ume’s too nice to fight.” You said, scrubbing tables. 

It was true. Ume couldn’t hurt someone even if he wanted to. At least you’d never seen him do it. 

Ume was scared of what he didn’t know, which was everything expected for a child his age in a world that threatened to swallow him whole.

“Well then I guess the little squirt will have to take lessons on that too.” He added, quite enthusiastic. You once again rolled your eyes, treating the tables with soft respect as you scrubbed the last of the table. 

A pair of lanky arms reeled around your waist, making you jump. 

“It’s just us, y’know.” He spoke, rubbing his clear hard on against you. 

“G-get off of me you creep.” You spoke, uninterested but taken aback.

“You know I feel like I’ve been so nice to you lately, don’t I deserve an reward?” 

You scoffed. 

“Stop it, I don’t have time for your games.” You said, recalling the tremendous amount of debt you're supposed to be working on clearing. 

He backed off suddenly. 

“Man, you're no fun.” He pouted. You're pretty sure if you rolled your eyes any more they’d get stuck in the back of your head, so instead you just substituted it for a bored and very unpleasant scoff. 

A ring came from your phone suddenly which took the silence of scrubbing away. 

“Hello?” You questioned, seeing you haven’t gotten a call from your phone in months. 

“Hi Big sis!” You recognized Ume’s voice through the phone. 

“Ume, how are you goofball?” You asked, slightly happier. 

“I’m ok, but I miss you a lot.”

“Are you on your way home now? I wanna play and show you what me and Uncle Dabi and T-twi… Two did.” You tried not to explode from a cuteness overload as he struggled at saying the new names he’d learned. 

Shigaraki watched you try not to squeal and bounce off the walls from the sound of the kids' voice. 

“Big sis will be home soon kiddo, let me finish this.” You finally said, hanging up in a better mood. Your attention became clear and focused, speeding the cleaning process faster. 

Shigaraki tried to initiate small talk with you with a side of flirtatious jokes. 

“Why don’t you complain to your lackeys instead of loading yourself on me?” You asked, condescending. 

“Well, because I thought a hard working omega like yourself would understand the working class.” He fired back. At this point it didn’t affect you as you’ve been called way worse by society. 

“ touché.” You shrugged. 

You spun yourself out of your guy's conversation and remembered how Ume was waiting for you back at home. 

“I gotta get back to Ume.” You stood up, not caring to finish. 

Shigaraki spun you around, hasting you back into him. You fell into his lap inside the now completely vacant and closed restaurant. 

“Hang on a minute, what about my reward?~” he said, bouncing you up and down on him. You scoffed, deciding not to indulge in his games. 

“Can I go back if I give you this ‘reward’”. You quoted. 

Shigaraki tightens his grip on you, grouping your thighs. 

“O-ouch.” You squealed as he loosened his grip. 

“Fine…” you said, heat rising to your head as you sank below his chest. 

“If you do a good enough job I’ll throw in an extra tip.” He teased. 

“Stop trying to make me into a prostitute.” You eyerolled, unshackling his belt. 

“So you want to do this willingly?” 

“Naughty, naughty y/n.” He teased again as he watched you from above. 

“N-No that’s not what I’m saying!” Your voice echoing throughout the building. 

Shigaraki pushed his fingers through your hair, making sure to grab at your kinks and dig at your roots. The sensation was short lived as his cock sprang from his boxers practically slapping you in the face. 

You wasted no time and grabbed the monstrous cock and started slowly jerking it up and down in your fist. Shigaraki groaned softly, his light moans being heard by the surrounding walls. You could hear every dirty noise that was coming from his pre coated cock. 

“Y’know, I don’t know why but I can never control myself around you.” He huffed in between moans. His teeth seathing together as you pleasured him more.

“You never shut up do you?” You inquired as you churned your head down to meet his cock. You took one finally silent deep breath and dropped your head to the base of his cock. He clamped down on your hair, receiving a delicate moan from your lips that were currently wrapped around his member. 

You struggled to really collect his cock as it expanded inside your throat, pulsating in between your lips. You circled your tongue around it, exploring the girth and crevasse of his tip, guiding your tongue along the sides of his jutting veins.

Nothing but moans came from Shigaraki now, you could see he was in too much pleasure to talk or complain. 

You decided to go a step further, taking your mouth and allowing his giant cock to greet the back of your throat. You choked and gawked at how everytime you slid back on his member your throat would welcome it while rejecting it at the same time. “Oh…Fuck…fuck yes.” He spoke, wrapping his slim, pale hand through your scalp. You felt warmth coming from your lower nethers, throbbing from being poorly neglected. You felt Shiagarki’s hard cock throb at the same time making you cock hungry and diving harder into him. 

You felt him jut his pelvis into you, getting mixed into the feeling. You didn’t mind at the moment as you slowly felt yourself leaning into the rushing thought of making him cum. 

“A-Are you ready princess?” “M-master’s gonna cum down your sweet throat.” He groaned. 

You continued vigorously bobbing up and down on him, moaning and letting your mind take over for you. You found yourself collecting saliva and precum and using it as lube for his cock. 

As you vibrated Shigaraki’s cock with your precious moans, you felt his cock twitch harder and harder. You felt it ready to explode. 

And not too long, it did. You slowly stopped, feeling the hot and sticky sensation of white fluid in your mouth building up as he cummed buckets into your throat.

Shigaraki held you in place for a while while you tried to lift your head up to get rid of the load he’d conceived. 

“Good girl…” He slowly praised, letting himself come down from the high of release and gently allowing you to remove his softening cock from your throat.

You coughed up most of the cum, tasting the staining salty creamy flavor on the inside of your mouth.

You took a long sigh, standing and fixing your look to look less like you just got throatfucked and sort of kind of enjoyed it. 

After a little while of leaning into Shigaraki’s pointless conversations you finished the restaurant satisfied. “Are you some OCD person?” 

You scoffed at the stupid and completely random assumption. “First off i’m not, second what made you say that?” You replied.

He simply shrugged. “I don’t know, you just seem like the type to make sure your satisfied before the job is done.” He stares you in your face, watching how you tried to figure him out but all you saw was your reflection and a man. 

You shrugged, slightly agreeing with him, remembering how your mother used to be addicted to the cleanliness of anywhere she went.

You changed back into your civilian clothes where you found Shiagaraki leaning against a beam, swiping away on his black, clean phone, his coat hanging onto his arm while the other hiked up and down his screen. 

“Ready to go princess?” He teased. You buffered before ignoring his antics and walking away.

“H-hey where’ you going?!” He yelled from the streetlight.You grumbled away like a kid being denied candy. 

“Away from your annoying ass.” You screeched, stopping to look at him from a distance.

 “I brought my car!” “Let’s ride home together!” He screamed, already making his way toward you. You felt DeJa Vu as he ran toward you like a kid. You shook off the weird feeling, not daring to remember when there was a good time in your life. Instead you partook in arguing with the grown man baby that was face to face with you now. 

At the end you ended up in the car with the promise you’d be able to stay home with pay. 

“Has it always just been your dad?” Shigaraki asked inside the non moving car. 

You poked your head at the weird and yet again random question. 

“No…” You said, cautious of letting him in on too much.

“Then where’s your mom?” He asked again, curious. 

You froze at the question. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d even let yourself think about it since she left. You had always lived with the ideology that ‘If the thought doesn’t make me money it shouldn’t matter.’ 

You decided to end it with a cold shrug, your face twisted, recalling bits and pieces of the terrible memory. 

Your thoughts evaporated when Shiagraki’s finger found its way to your face.

“You’re thinking too hard.” He bored.  

You sighed, feeding him a small smirk before crossing your arms and staring at the window as the streetlights started to move.

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 22

Chapter 22 - Kettle Catching Pot

synopsis: you're anything but happy with izaya about the stunt he just pulled, but he's more than happy to tell you about more of his research.

word count: 2,128

warnings: description of murder

"i'm only human, i make mistakes i'm only human, that's all it takes to put the blame on me don't put the blame on me,, human - rag'n'bone man

He’s not expecting your appearance. He can try to cover up that fact, but the minuscule widening of his eyes is the only tell that you need. “(Y/N)! Fancy seeing you here! Come to rescue me from that vicious bea--.”

“Save it.” The words are curt, but your voice carries less contempt than you intend. All that comes through is pure breathlessness; astonishment. Izaya’s eyebrows knit in fake concern.

“Why, is something wrong?” His voice was level, the same way it always was when he spoke to you. Calm and collected, like nothing that just occurred mattered.

“What’s wrong is that you’re a creep!” So many words flit through your conscious, you’re not sure that the right one came out--but you stick with it because it's true. He is a creep; a creep who no one trusts, a creep that hurt Anri, a creep that tried to get someone killed. A part of you cowers in fear of his reaction. The two of you are alone. All it would take was upsetting him, and he could do whatever he wanted to you.

But instead of the piercing glare and venomous scowl that you’re expecting, you’re only granted a close-lipped smile; stretching across his face in a Cheshire-like manner. “Is that so? And what makes me such a creep?” He was unmoved, staring you down as if eagerly awaiting your next move. The regard for his reaction is dissipating by the second, replaced by pure irritation, anger even.

“L-like you don’t know…”

“No, please enlighten me! Here I thought I was doing right by you, pulling so many strings to get your request fulfilled--but if I’ve done something to upset you, I’m all ears.”

He’s stepping towards you now, arms open in some sort of grandiose gesture. You move backward to maintain a distance, strongly disliking the disparity between his eyes and smile. “Well, you know what? Forget about the request--forget about the whole thing! It’s not worth fraternizing with the likes of you…”

“And what are the likes of me?”

His advancing doesn’t stop, and it takes you a moment to realize that he’s taunting you, relishing in each moment you recoil in fear. Well, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You hold your ground as he comes closer, even stepping forward. To your annoyance, he only seems more pleased with this.

“Manipulative jerks who jeopardize the lives of others for their own gain. Sorry men who have nothing better to do than to mess with innocent people. Someone could have died today, because of you, do you understand that? You’re no better than a murderer .”

Something flashes in his eyes, something dangerous. It sends a flash of panic through you and you’re suddenly aware of your proximity to him. You stand face to face with him now, the closest to him you had ever been. You take in his toothy grin, eyes fixed on his lips as they slowly part. He savors the words, tasting them, before tossing them into the air.

“You’re one to talk about murderers.”

The facade is broken. Your brain reels too much to take in the vision, but the dancing of that poisonous voice against your ears is enough to stir you up. Stumbling backwards, you struggle to digest his words. What?

“What?”

“Tell me, (Y/N). That case file I gave you--did you notice anything odd?” 

“W-why are you bringing that up now? If you think you’re going to pull me into one of your games, you’re sorely mistaken--!”

“But you see, I haven’t pulled you into anything. You’ve walked into it yourself!” He reaches into his coat and you tense all over. Was this the end for you? Killed in a secluded alley while everyone else was distracted? You wonder what instrument he planned to murder you with; rope, a knife, a gun…

A manila folder. He holds it high above his head before tossing it on the floor in front of you. You only stare at it, hesitant to reach for it. Noting your distrust, Izaya raises his arms, nodding for you to take it. Swiftly crouching down, you pinch it between your fingers and quickly regain your guard. Eyeing him suspiciously, you slowly open the folder.

“....It’s just the same case file.” Were you disappointed?

“See anything different about it?” The man prods. He talks to you like you’re a child in need of coaxing. Wrinkling your nose, you flip through the pages. As far as you could tell, nothing was different. All of the pages were there, you could read everything…

You could read everything.

“Nothing’s blacked out…” you think out loud, momentarily losing your prideful attempt to resist his mind games. The numerous lines that you were unable to read before were now there, clear as day. “So you gave me a tampered copy. Ha-ha, silly me. Is that all?”

“Now may not be the best time, but I would like to say thank you.” Your eyebrow raises.

“Thank you?”

“For your stunning insight on this case. I must say, I’m impressed. Even I was a bit stumped, but, after our last consultation, I experienced a bit of a breakthrough. The order of the killings, the missing lock of hair, the Baseball Card Killer? You’re brilliant!”

A day before, you would have been foolishly prideful to hear those words. A naive itching within you to impress the enigmatic man that no one else could get through to. But now? The words fell flat with no effect. No, he was just trying to butter you up.

“Flattery’s not going to work. Literally, all of that was written in the case file.”

“Ah, but it wasn’t!” There’s an exhilaration in his voice that deeply unsettles you. Why on earth was he enjoying this so much?  You flip through the folder searching for the page that you knew the most. When you find it, your eyes quickly scan over the words

Leanne Clarence was found in the pool. Cause of death was confirmed to be drowning. The autopsy also revealed that locks of hair missing from the victim’s head.

“...locks of hair were missing from the victim’s head--see, it’s written right there.” You don’t even know why you’re sitting here talking to him. You could leave if you wanted to--and you do want to, so what’s the problem?

Izaya reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a folded sheet of paper. Unfolding it, he holds it up to you, close enough for you to make out the writing--or lack thereof. It was a copy of the same page you had turned to, except that some lines had been crossed out--like the copy you had first gotten. “Except you hadn’t seen that before, had you?” He points his finger to the exact line you were referencing and, to your perplexity, you notice how half of it was blacked out.

Leanne Clarence was found in the pool. Cause of death was confirmed to be drowning. The autopsy also revealed ______________________________________.

Your brain stops running for a moment, thrown off by the revelation. “W-well, I made an inference, so what! I probably saw how pretty her hair was in the picture and had the theory...what does this have to do with--?”

“Show me those pictures, if you’d please.” Scoffing at the interruption, you flip to the next page. Maybe if you just played along for a bit, he’d let you go. Glancing over the three girl’s pictures, you point out Leanne’s picture, deadpan staring at the man.

“See? Pretty blonde hair.” Izaya leans closer to the page, presumably to get a closer look. He appears to be in deep thought, humming inquisitively with a creased brow. You huff impatiently--what on earth was there to contemplate? 

“How’d you know that was Leanne?” Your heart rate spikes through the roof as his face splits into a smirk once again.

“Stop messing around! The pictures are labeled, her name’s right--” You turn the page towards you again, ready to point out the name to him. However, when you plant your finger on the page, all you hit is blank white. 

There were no words anywhere on the page.

You blink slowly, as if in the brief moment that your eyes close, the print would appear. No, that didn’t make sense. You could’ve sworn the pictures were labeled. Maybe it had been somewhere else in the file--a description of each girl, a brief detail that let on to their identities. You continue to look through the folder, ignoring Izaya’s obviously growing amusement. Suddenly, the folder is swiped from your grasp. “H-hey!” You shout indignantly, seething at the man who now dangled the folder between his fingers.

“One more thing, (Y/N), and I promise I’ll set you free.” You scoff, crossing your arms. Taking that as compliance, he goes through the folder himself. The pace at which he flips each page is infuriatingly slow. Finally, he stops, planting a finger on a page before glancing up at you. “You said this to comfort yourself and you weren’t even thinking...but I found it quite fascinating. About the brutality of the stabbing. Do you remember?”

“It’s not exactly in the forewings of my memory at the moment.”

“Well, let me remind you!” His voice rises with glee, his eyes pinning you in a way that makes your blood curdle. He pulls something from his pocket--a simple cellphone. You raise a brow, silently questioning him. He gives no answer, simply pressing a button.

“..not brutal enough to get blood all over the crime scene.”

Wait...was that…?

“Hmmm, but perhaps the killer was able to book it after stabbing his last victim—that would be an easy avoidance for the mess.”

No way.

“It wasn’t his last victim though….Sorry—I just mean…he, er, strangled the last girl without getting blood on her, right? So the stabbing couldn’t have been that bloody.” 

“You recorded our conversations!?”

“I record all of my conversations--it’s kinda part of the job.” You could slug him across his nasty, smirking face--but you were more frustrated with yourself. How could you not have thought about that? How foolish you were...but it shouldn’t matter because you never said anything bad in the first place! You open your mouth to say so, but Izaya cuts you off, reading from the page in front of him.

“There has not been a confirmation regarding the sequence of the victims’ murders, investigators have reached a relative consensus that the culprit drowned Clarence in the pool, then stabbed Harker to death in the kitchen after strangling Hall next to the pool.”

stabbed Harker to death in the kitchen after strangling Hall next to the pool.

“Looks like you and these investigators are having a little disagreement...I wonder which one of you is correct!”

“It wasn’t his last victim though ...he, er, strangled the last girl without getting blood on her, right?”

So many thoughts were swirling through your head and you could feel yourself getting dizzy. Your lips scrambled for words, but no rebuttal came to mind--because what exactly was he insinuating? A murder that happened four years ago? You were a teenager, probably in school. Just because you had some random theories...doesn’t mean that you…

“You knew about Leanne’s missing hair, you knew the victim’s names and faces, you knew the order of the killings. Independently, these things could be a coincidence, but all together?”

This is crazy.

“It seemed outlandish at first...but I actually dug up so much crucial information, thanks to your request!”

You didn’t.

“The middle school certificate from the same city where the murder occurred, the school photo from the same high school that the three victims attended, the same name as the fourth victim that is still missing to this day…”

You couldnt have.

"It all checks out--the culprit drowned Leanne Clarence, ripping her hair out in the process. They then proceeded to stab Katherine Harker to death, before finally strangling poor, poor Renee Hall...but it wasn't the family's housekeeper, no. Nor was it Matthew Hall, Renee's drug-addict uncle. It wasn't even the infamous Baseball Card Killer..."

You didn't do it.

“Thats right--the culprit of the Three of a Kind Murder Case, the savage brute who took the lives of Renee Hall, Katherine Harker, and Leanne Clarence, is none other than you...(Y/N) Brigall!”

You didn’t do it. You didn’t. You didn’t. You didn’t you didn’t you didn’tyoudidntyoudidn’tyou didn’tyoudidn’tyoudidn’tyoudidn’ty oudidn’tyoudidn’tyoudidn’tyoudidn’tyoudidn’tyoudidn’t

The mantra flashes in your head over and over again like error windows on a computer screen. The words ring loud and earnestly, begging to be heard--begging to distract you from that lone, powerful voice beneath it all. The one that was getting through to you the most, no matter how much you resisted it.

You couldn’t resist it.

It was you.

[ceilingbird]

I think most of this still applies even if we count the voices as the same person because you can make the same point when looking at how they treat the princess or situation. They pretty much all have selfish moments or motives.

Skeptic pushes for you to loop over and over despite seeing that the princess suffers more each time in Cage.

Cold doesn’t seem to care who he hurts so long as they react in an interesting way.

Broken is willing to doom the entire world in Tower, and he fully believes that is what he is doing.

Opportunist’s whole thing is literally stabbing people in the back. The second he believes someone is weak he will turn against them, and he is constantly switching sides in order to “stay on top”.

Smitten’s stunt in Princess and the Dragon is definitely selfish, but you could argue that Hero was pushing for the same outcome (though not nearly to the lengths Smitten took it to). Hero is freaked out by how much Damsel doesn’t care, yet still pushes against the one desire she expresses trying to keep everyone else happy. Hero does similarly in other routes, pushing for what he believes is right regardless of what other people want. (He doesn’t mean to be selfish, he’s just too much of a people pleaser to see what he’s doing. He’s really good at finding, as Contrarian would put it, “the unhappy middle ground”).

Contrarian is a bit like Hero in that he doesn’t mean to actually hurt people, but he’s different in that he pushes to make everyone unhappy. Heck, half the ways you get him are by killing yourself so the princess doesn’t get that satisfaction. He doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions until they stare him in the eyes.

Paranoid believes that the princess will end the world and does his best to act accordingly. His distrust of everyone and everything is what pulls him down, and he really only looks out for himself.

Cheated is pretty similar to Paranoid in assuming that everyone and everything is working against him. He also constantly complains about it.

Hunted doesn’t really have strong opinions himself, maybe with the exclusion of eating Den, but she did try to eat him first so I don't think that counts. That said, the way you get Hunted is selfish. You dangle freedom in front of the princess before turning your back on her. The way you see her in this route makes this even more clear as she literally becomes a cornered, starving animal. She is desperate, not because she’s selfish or evil, but because she is suffering. You see this, and you still try to kill her.

Stubborn is the one I’m not sure I agree with, because he legitimately believes his actions do not have consequences, which in the context of the construct means that they don’t. That said, this is specifically in Adversary. Adversary doesn’t want to leave, and Stubborn respects that. The thing they have going on is definitely mutual, and as a result them fighting forever doesn't actually hurt them. The two are perfectly content to stay in the cabin, beating the crap out of each other forever. You could argue that he is selfish in Fury (specifically Tower-Fury) with his bragging about how powerful he is, but this was a route that had you fully believe that the princess is a world ending threat. Really, what makes Stubborn selfish is that he doesn’t really care about saving the world as much as he cares about winning.

(Honestly, the second funniest part of Adversary to me is that it’s exactly what Smitten wanted to happen in Happy Ever After: for the princess to be content to stay with him forever in the cabin, doing the same things over and over. (The funniest is when you try to fight her without the knife over and over and she like, begs you to just die, and then gets mad at you for dying, which has nothing to do with any of this, but that I wanted to include regardless.))

I had a discussion with someone regarding Smitten a few days ago and we’ve got to the subject of how selfish Smitten can be (if you are reading this, it was nice to have had that discussion btw), and of course I agreed with them regarding that flaw of his despite my love for the character

And that discussion got me thinking about how some of the other voices can be quite selfish as well

Stubborn was willing to fight with Adversary for the rest of eternity regardless of our body, and Skeptic is willing to kill us and start a new loop over and over again just for the sake of finding the truth for himself in The Cage

Actually now that I’m saying this out loud I’m not even sure if this should count as being selfish, since the voices are a part of LTQ by the end of the day, so technically he’s being selfish for himself? Or am I just overthinking things?

Cause the Voices, as much as I like to think that they are separate characters of their own, are parts of TLQ in a way, but they are independent enough to stand as their own character as well, with their actions in the next chapter completely based on what you had done in the previous chapter like with Oppy in Princess and the Dragon and Broken in Fury

I’d like to hear your thoughts regarding the matter as well cause I feel a bit lost regarding this

[rndyounghowze]

Review 523: Jack The Whipper (with special guest Ses Carny)

Jack The Whipper and Ses Carny

Presented by: WBUR City Space

Most of you have met Jacques Ze Whipper on TikTok. Well, to paraphrase a golden oldie song we’ve seen him through fire we’ve seen him in rain. We’ve seen him do tricks that we thought would never end. Yet one of our favorite ways to catch his French whipping action is at WBUR’s City Space digitally. With his friend and fellow performer Ses Carny, they make a comedy duo unlike anything we’ve ever witnessed.

As much as we know Jack for his stunts and whipping abilities we should also consider him a full-time comedian. In effect, a whip artist is a stand-up comedian with a weapon in their hand. A circus artist’s skill with “patter” (aka the whole spiel they’re saying while tricks are happening) is almost as if not more important than their other skills. If the audience is not laughing with you or cheering you on at the appropriate moment then the stunt can go flat. Or if the audience is too worried about you hurting yourself, they will be too busy flinching to enjoy the trick. So a well-crafted set (like Jacques’) becomes a thing of beauty. It is road-tested in front of audiences of all shapes and sizes. That’s why no matter how many times we’ve seen this act we still laugh out loud. On top of being super skilled, he’s comedy gold.

If you want to see a prime example of someone who can spit jokes just as deftly as he can spit fire you have Ses Carny. Ses can nail a spike in his head (this is not one of his usual tricks) and not lose the crowd. When he and Jack are working together it is so weird that he becomes the straight man of the two. We’ve had the pleasure of seeing him perform with his wife Crimson Locksley and not only can he hold the stage on his own he is not the straight man of the two. We understand that his fire-eating may be a bit much for WBUR Cityspace so we don’t get to see him dancing with torches to any of Jack’s songs like we see on YouTube. This is why we’re glad that he and Jack added in a couple of tricks in the second show where Ses gets to be more than just on the receiving end of the whip. In the second show, they added some extra bits that will probably be in upcoming shows headed to a town near you, It was amazing to see him try a whip stunt of his own (no spoilers see it for yourself.)

We really like the new material. We wish that we could tell you all about it. But we will say that balloons were still involved (Dana was triggered). There were also new stunts, new jokes, and a feeling that Jack wanted us to get to know him and his life better. We definitely got to hear more about Scipio and his family.

The new show felt like the next evolution of the Secret Show. As if this show was hiding under the surface of the Secret Show just waiting to be born. We can’t wait to see them again in-person and see what else they have to work with.

[honeystwiggypeach]

Hey it’s the anon who requested the continuation of the oikawa and Kenma dad fic one can I please be 🦋 anon I just love your work they so cute thanks so much for what you’re doing 😊

Two can I please request a continuation of https://honeystwiggypeach.tumblr.com/post/693323623710261248/hi-omg-all-of-your-works-are-so-good-they-make like where there dating/marry and spending time with the cute babies and maybe even another baby on the way

Shdgdg you definitely can be!!I’m so glad you like it!!!that’s such a good idea, thank you so much for the request!! If you guys want to see me write anything else let me know because I love writing requests!!

The part 🦋anon linked!

Also tw~ light cursing sunas reader probably has some trust issues, idk this was originally an angst to fluff prompt so pls keep that in mind, this is the fluff after the angst!! Let me know if I missed anything!!

Suna

Quite sometime later, after a ton of reassurance that Suna wasn’t going to pull any stunt like he had all those years ago, you finally began to trust him again.

Though that didn’t mean the first few months when he’d fall asleep on your couch you’d hurry to put your daughter to bed before shoving him out your house…don’t get me wrong you were still somewhat upset about that shit.

But one night, you let him stay, talking about all the things he’s missed in your little girl’s life and your own.

“Wish I wouldn’t have left” he mutters quietly like he doesn’t want you to hear him and you wish you didn’t because truthfully it hurts to hear that.

“Because you missed out on her life” you ask quietly.

“And yours…probably lost my chance to ever be with you, wish I would have never taken it for granted” you roll your eyes lightly trying to hide the way your eyes begin to water, because you wish he hadn’t either, that would make it a lot easier to admit that you’d always give him a second chance wouldn’t it?

“You didn’t loose it” you tell him leaning your head back against the couch.

The same couch you find yourself staring at almost a whole five years later. Rin who’s now your husband sitting beside him as she leans over staring at her little sister who he watches lovingly.

Osamu

(i don’t think they’d have anymore babies because their girls are a handful😭maybe when the girls are older?)

And to your luck, Osamu hadn’t settled down, still invested in his career, but you could handle that now, you’d had a change in careers, turns out the first field wasn’t for you. You hated it, couldn’t stand the time it took away from being with your girls, so you made a switch and that one suited you more.

Osamu began to stop by your little house more often, having dinner with the three of you as he sat on the floor helping the girls to stand as you sit behind him on the couch smiling fondly.

You’d missed him, hearing his light laughs echo off the walls as he watched the girls try and pull themselves up against the couch before falling onto their bottoms before he’s looking back and asking if you’d seen her.

You’d agreed that if you were still together by the time the girls were three you’d probably get married, you both knew you loved eachother even after all the years so what was the harm if you two didn’t wait and went down to the court house to sign the few legal documents instead?

Let me know if you guys want me to write more because I love writing requests😭😭