#sorry i brainrotted and then crashed. will happen again-

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@dupliciti: 👫 bam ( meme source. )

i. The turning point of H:SR Kaeya's change of behavior and easing into the relationship, funnily enough, was when Sampo threatened to sell him out. I really want to hammer how good of a thing this was to happen, because it allowed Kaeya to understand that this was just Sampo's way of playing. Not only he believes that, had he really wanted to sell him out, he wouldn't have been given a warning or anything of the sort- Kaeya would have just been captured and hauled away. Instead, not only Sampo engaged with him by making physical contact that not even Kaeya, of all obvious people, could misurestand- but from what happened, he read no underlines, no need to be verbally reassured about compensation suddendly lacking, nothing of the sort- he understood that it was just a playful threat, and not only managed to let himself relax, but also to make very valid points with logic by straightforwardly debunking the playful possibility of it. Not only that, he made sure to reciprocate the physical contact to let Sampo know he wasn't out of line and to invite him in.

ii. Being mysterious to keep Sampo interested and on his toes isn't something he finds difficult at all. Seriously, Kaeya is naturally mysterious- most of the curiosity people have towards him is due to that. He doesn't even know himself fully, so there's always going to be a surprise about him that is a surprise even for him. In hindsight it's a pretty funny gag. A Fool of the Elation and a being of the Enigmata are both surprised because the being did something weird and funny again- 

iii. Kaeya has seen a lot of straight up cruel people, and in terms of that he considers Sampo very morally-gray oriented. Overall, he sees Sampo not as a good person- but as a good Pathstrider. Most of his actions, if not all of them, seem to be motivated by the consistent pursuit of personal elation- isn't staying on their Path a good thing that should be praised, and isn't his Aeon proud to have such a devoted follower? Not to mention that Sampo can be reasoned with- he can be swayed into a different decision with many things (if kisses do end up being one of it, Kaeya will need five minutes to giggle by himself, despite not using this power for evil), cash first of all, and he isn't insensible to reasons. He can do things outside of being paid to do them and just because he wants to, as he has observed and is somewhat fascinated by. Kaeya isn't new to the concept of being a mercenary, either- steady money can sometimes only come by when doing dirty jobs, but its necessary to have a certain lifestyle and not just scrape in hopes to survive. There are worse things Sampo could have done- there are worse things he could do, too. In comparison to some of the scum he has met, including the head of the Monastery he's pursuing like a bloodhound, Sampo is pretty mild for Kaeya. He can work with that, and he's a respectful employer who wouldn't ask him to do something overly dangerous or humiliating. Even in general: as long as someone is reasonable, Kaeya will work with them without bending over backwards and letting himself be walked over. What he offers are logical solutions that would consistently benefit both parties involved. You can't steamroll him- but you can bargain with him.

iv. The fact that Kaeya doesn't feel paralizingly embarassed when flirting and playing around with Sampo has something to do with the stepping stones they can both walk on that makes their Paths mutually beneficial to eachother. There's deceit and dissimulation in how Elation can distract away from unpleasant but true clarity, contributing to its shrouding while in high spirits, wanting to get away from the bad mood truths may bring. In a way, Elation compliments the Enigmata well- and the Enigmata does the same; sometimes, shrouding an hurtful reality behind falselihood can lead to a much happier time, when one doesn't wish to see past the barrier they have created to keep the autenticity of it out. It's like finding and wearing the lost twin of a glove you used to feel comfortable with, if we wanna be poetical. This, of course, reflects in their relationship, and it's however, not entirely the reason, as the main one is that he's growing both comfortable and playful around Sampo and that he's essentially matching energies. He likes the energy he's given, so he gives it back- kissing is actually very pleasant, and so is the physical proximity. It's just that simple for him.

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 2)

Uzi felt herself being dragged out of sleep mode. Something she wanted to cling to heavily, she was warm, safe, happy, she moved closer to the heat source, mumbling a "no” as it seemed to try and move away.

Then it stopped, before enveloping her again, followed by a deep, strong rumble that did nothing but make her more comfortable.

“Uzi, come on, if you're dad walks in on this he's going to have a system crash.” A voice spoke to her, she recognized it, she smiled.

“Let him… he sucks.” She mumbled, and another rumble went through her. A pressure on her back, guiding her, and lingering for just a moment.

“Come on. At least let me go drink something before I overheat.” At that she felt herself get pulled completely out of sleep mode, her eyes flashed back to her visor with a groggy grumble.

“N?” She questioned, not quite awake. Why was he here again? And why was she so warm?

“Yeah? Are you going to let me get up?” He had a laugh tucked in his words. Uzi opened her eyes, only to look directly into a honeyed visor.

Her mouth went dry, memories of the sleepover invading her head, the movie, him overheating, his sleek armored body-

Ack, No! What the hell? Drones didn't even have anything to look at!

Oh but it was worse, she was on top of him, his arms wrapped around her waist and his tail wrapped around her leg, her chest pressed against his, feeling his core hum underneath her.

Oh… Oh no…

Her face exploded in blush. Every ounce of her body suddenly becoming ice. She scrambled off him, throwing herself off the bed with “ohgreatrobojesus” tumbling out of her mouth right before she hit the floor with a thud.

N was immediately next to her, checking to see if she was okay.

“You good? I'm so sorry! I didn't think I would scare you awake!” His hand was on her shoulder, already apologizing for something that wasn't his fault. Stupid crush, stupid cute golden drone boy, dammit.

“Bite me! I'm fine, you didn't. I just, wasn't expecting- whatever.” All her shields came up at once, trying to grip for something familiar despite how soft she felt. N thankfully only laughed, stepping back and stretching his tail.

“Good! I was worried I spooked you. You know you're really cuddly in your sleep?”

Oh Robo-god, how… how did he still not know? After everything that had happened in just this one night, how had he not figured her out by now? Did he know? Was he just pretending he didn't? Or was he actually that dense?

“Oh… uh sorry.” She apologized, turning to him after doing her best to conceal her fluster, only for N to look horrified.

“I didn’t mean to imply it was bad! It's really nice you can relax like that with me! It let's me know I'm being a good freind!”

He was… actually that dense. And Uzi had never been happier about having a crush on an idiot.

He's not an idiot, he's just dense, there's a difference.

“Still, s-sorry for keeping you pinned down.” She offered. Still feeling the need to apologize for using N's body like a personal heating pad without asking, even if he looked like he hadn't minded in the slightest.

“It's okay! I could still breathe, nothing like being pinned to a wall!”

Man sometimes the shit that came out of his mouth was concerning. It wasn't often, but sometimes he would reference how he was mistreated by J, V tended to just ignore him, which annoyed her, but at least she wasn't physically abusive.

She was glad she'd vaporized the bitch. Twice.

“Oil stash is in the mini-fridge, help yourself.” He immediately whipped towards it, burying his face into the space beneath her desk.

“Tanks!” His muffled voice cheered, pulling out an oil can with a straw. Chugging the container like it was water. Oil running down his cheek and threatening to drip from his chin.

Honestly, Uzi wouldn't ever admit it, and felt weird admitting it even to herself. But watching him display his more… murdery side always excited her, like he was dangerous to be around and she was cool and edgy for being able to tame the beast inside him.

The only problem with that fantasy is that N was probably the safest being in a hundred miles to be around. And the beast inside was an overly excited dog.

Still, she could sometimes pretend.

He finished, wiping his mouth before training his gaze on her, she felt her neck prickle, damn he looked predatory sometimes-

“When's the last time you topped up?” He asked, realizing that he'd drunk from her personal stash and hadn't noticed any other container.

“Yesterday. Don't worry, I haven't been ignoring it… it kinda won't let me…” She thought back to the first time she'd drunk the stuff without being, for lack of a better word, Possesed.

She was curled up in a ball, sitting in the pod. Looking reproachfully at the cannister of oil N had put in front of her. The same N sitting across from her, trying to hype her up.

“You need this, if you don't have it you'll go on a rampage again. And I know you don't want that.”

“It's still from a worker drone. It's still blood, I… I don't want it. Please don't make me.” She'd been in hysterics, only a week after she'd killed half her classmates did she start hungering for more. Temperature slowly ticking up.

“Uzi, I won't let you burn yourself up.” N had replied, looking steely, he moved slightly closer, picking up the canister and holding it out to her.

She took it with a shaky hand, she hadn't recovered from loosing control, waking up terrified, or waking up drooling, or both. She didn't want to hurt anyone else, she couldn't, she didn't think her conscious could handle it.

So she tipped it into her mouth, and the oil slithered down her throat.

She felt both relief and disgust hit her at once, making her immediately want to vomit. She would have, had N not grabbed the container and forced it to stay in place.

“Don't vomit, I know you want to. I did at fist too, drink slowly, stop thinking about where it comes from.” He had a hand on her back, the other slowly tipping more in her mouth.

She hated it, she **loved** it, it was sweet and warm and rich, like the best mixture of coolant she'd ever tasted. Tears pricked on the corners of her visor. Fuck, was this what she was now? She really was a freak.

A monster.

“Thats it… it's okay. Don't cry Uzi, it's okay.” N's voice was soft, and he was rubbing circles into her back to relax her. Slowly she did, taking the container from his hand and holding it herself, draining the liquid from it.

She finished it, visor blurry from the tears, N wiped what was left from her mouth with his thumb, looking at her with a soft smile.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and the worker drone blinked back at him for a moment before Uzi launched herself into his chest, choked sobs escaping her, her arms wrapping around his neck, gripping his shoulders so tight that if it was any other drone it would hurt.

N wasn't a monster, he was the nicest person Uzi had ever met and then some. But he still needed oil, and he'd killed for it, countless times, but it still wasn't okay was it? That she craved it, that the desire was there just under the surface?

“Yeah… that's what I figured.” He said sadly, holding her tightly as she sobbed uncontrollably into him, his arms went around her, holding her close, then his tail, and then they were shielded by his wings, as if they were cocconed in thier own little world.

“You're not a monster, it's not your fault.” N said into her hair, almost reading her mind, sobs turned into hiccups and whimpers, feeling the warmth of his core humming underneath her.

“W-why does it h-have to be me?!” She said in a warbled, watery yell, pressing herself against him further, she felt him stiffen, then relax, a hand petting her hair.

“You're so strong, you're so brave, and smart, if it was anyone else they'd already be dead.” He complimented her, her beanie slid off as he ran his fingers through her hair. She sniffed, despite her current state she felt a blush creep up her visor.

“B-bite me, you don't actually mean that.”

“Yes I do. Would I ever lie to you?”

She was pulled out of the memory by N's hand on her shoulder, head cocked the side as if he expected something from her.

Had she been ignoring him?

“Oh! Sorry, did you say something? I kinda zoned out…”

“I just asked if you needed me to get more oil for you, I don't want you going without.” He repeated, not looking annoyed at her in the slightest, which honestly kinda made her feel worse.

“Nah, I can get some from the nursery.” She brushed him off, walking to her door and leaning against it for a moment, looking back at him.

“It's not dusk yet, and I'd feel weird just leaving you in my room… wanna come with? I don't think you've seen the nursery before.” If she was being even more honest with herself, she just wanted him put of her room so he wouldn't snoop. He… didn't need to find her dair-journal, it was a journal.

Not that she thought N would intentionally voilate her privacy, but just the thought of him stumbling upon her stupid sappy fanfiction about him- no shut up made her want to never give him the chance.

“Oh! Babies?” He hummed, grabbing his overcoat and hat from where they hung on the side of her bed.

“There might be a couple. People have started to have them more after you and V stopped… you know.”

N smiled, beginning to pull off his shirt before he saw Uzi standing there and paused, sheepishly motioning for her to turn around.

She did, facing the door as she heard N fumble with his clothes, and a muttered “Oh Biscuits” under his breath.

“Problem?” She hummed, trying not to think about how broad his should- freaking stop brain why.

“No! Er well yes, but I got it!” She heard more shuffling, then the distinct sound of N's claws unsheathing. Then more sounds of N getting increasingly frustrated.

She turned around to find N struggling with his belt, mostly because his tail was caught in it, and he was trying desperately not to stick himself while trying to use his claws as a crowbar, lifting up the belt so he could pull his tail free.

“How did you manage that?!” She laughed as N looked dejected, returning his claws back to his normal hands and awkwardly wringing them.

“I haven't ever taken the coat off before.” He mumbled, and Uzi just giggled, coming up to him and grabbing the wire of his tail, and slowly unweaving it from the fabric of his belt.

This was what he meant by sweet, Uzi didn't make fun of him when he made mistakes, at least not seriously, and he felt less dumb and less scared when he did make one. She'd often just explain what he got wrong or- like now, just help him out.

“Least I can put mine away, this looks like it can be a nuisance sometimes.” She pointed out, seemingly almost done with her task.

“Sometimes, and the vial is really sensitive too, I think it's to make sure we don't break it…” as he mentioned it, Uzi's palm grazed the nanite vial in question, sending a brief but powerful bolt of input up his tail, making him wince.

“Sorry… said that a second too late.” She said, also looking like she winced with him. But he just smiled.

“S'okies, it wasn't on purpose, you're also trying fix my screw up, so can't complain.” He gave her a thumbs up as he was finally able to pull his tail free.

“You can still complain. Also it wasn't a screw up, just a… wardrobe malfunction.” At that they both laughed, Uzi looking down at herself in her light yellow shirt.

“Right, my turn. Then nursery.”

Next ->

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Headcanons: Watching a Scary Movie Holovid with Torrent Company

I got intense brainrot after seeing this adorable art from @lonewolflupe, and it’s been consuming me ever since. 

As a horror wimp, this is how I imagine things would go.

Jesse 

He’s the one who suggests horror night in the first place.

He is so enthusiastic about it that you don’t have the heart to turn him down.

He promises not to pick anything too scary.

He passes out fifteen minutes into the holovid (“Sorry, cyar’ika, it was leg day”).

You’re too scared to get up and turn it off, so you end up hiding behind him for the whole movie.

You have vowed revenge, but it’s been weeks, and you still haven’t figured out anything that he’s scared of. Kix knows, but refuses to tell you.

Hardcase

He wants to introduce you to the classics, so he picks Alien (1979). “It’s not scary, babe, I promise!”

LIES. IT IS SO SCARY. 

HOW CAN HE BE EATING POPCORN WHEN A KARKING CHESTBURSTER JUST KARKING CHESTBURSTED?!

Ripley kinda 👀

After the sixth jumpscare, your nerves get the best of you and you smack him with a pillow, which successfully instigates The Great Pillow War.

As hostilities escalate, you “accidentally” bump the remote and turn off the holo.

As per the terms of the ceasefire, Hardcase is contractually obligated to cuddle you all night so the facehuggers don’t get you.

Tup

Neither of you even want to watch a kriffing scary holo. Why are you doing this again? Because Hardcase convinced you it was a foundational piece of galactic pop culture, that’s why, Force damn him!

You don’t even make it ten minutes before Tup suggests switching to Hocus Pocus instead.

You have to pause mid-opening credits because you realize you can’t watch Hocus Pocus without eating a battalion’s worth of candy.

You both jump on the sofa to belt out “I Put a Spell On You.”

Twice.

You take a break to make popcorn because you forgot there were only three minutes of the holo left, so then you have to start Halloweentown while you finish eating. One thing leads to another, and you end up binging not-scary Halloween classics until 3 AM.

Dogma

He wants to do a comparative analysis of Nosferatu (1922) with Nosferatu (1979) in preparation for Nosferatu (2024).

He takes notes.

He points out every plot hole and inconsistency.

You’re pretty confident that you can handle the cheesy horror of 1922. You are unprepared for the emotional impact of the third act. 

Dogma puts down his datapad so he can give you a hug. When the holo ends, he makes a pot of tea and the pair of you spend the rest of the evening discussing the film. You never get around to watching 1979, but that’s okay, because you’re going to have another holo night next week. 

The next day, you receive a holomessage with his formal report on the plot, structure, music, and performances. There isn’t a single typo.

He suggests going out for dinner before your next holo night. He knows a great place in Little Mon Cala.

Bonus: Fives and Echo

Chaos in the mess hall.

You don’t even know what holovid they pick because they keep you laughing too hard to pay attention.

Something with werewolves and corsets, you think. Wait, is this just an early ‘00s gothic rock music holo?

Whatever, the night turns into a sugar-fueled impromptu pajama party anyway. Where did they even get nail polish?!

The twins are so loud that the rest of Torrent Company shows up to investigate and ends up crashing the party.

Rex walks in to get a cup of caf the next morning to find you all passed out and covered in candy corn. He turns around and leaves without saying a word. Plausible deniability is his middle name, and he already has enough flimsiwork without adding whatever the kriff just happened in the mess hall to the mix.

[leclerced]

Its half past 4 am and i need to go to bed too but I’ll squeeze out a final brainrot for us to sleep to

A driver on the way to winning wdc, a ROOKIE no less and after actually winning you get absolutely HATE fucked by max. Thats all i really want in life. Imagine the sexual tension all throughout the season mixed with immense hatred and hes just kidnapping you back to the hotel and letting out all the anger and frustration towards you that build up over the year until you’re completely fucked out and unable to walk for the week. Im talking CRYING from overstimulation here.

That championship may not be his but that pussy sure is now.

🫀

oh my goood. i want her to he a redbull driver bc imagine the drama of them getting a fourth driver’s title in a row like seb did but it’s a rookie instead of max?? the drama. sorry i rambled for like an hr. oopsies i meant to be quick.

can so imagine she’s not expecting to win any races on her debut season but wins on debut and everyone is shocked when she overtakes max and the team allows it, knows they’ll still get the one two finish plus they’ll get the amazing publicity of another first time redbull driver winning on debut, making history as the first female driver winning on debut.

max is furious about it. they're not given team orders which makes it so much worse, she genuinely overtakes him and they warned him she'd be making a move on him but he didn't expect her to successfully pass him or to maintain the lead and fend him off for the rest of the race. he’s not a baby who would demand team orders in his favor, especially when he knows they wouldn’t listen because they want her to win. he’s angry they want her to win. he’s angry he wants her to win and make history like he did. he hates that he was so enthusiastic about having a rookie as a teammate, thinking he’d get to show someone the ropes and all that. but she’s beating him on debut?

it gets better with the next race because he wins and she comes in third, and he feels like everything is falling into place again. until the next race when she gets pole and wins from it, leading every lap with him stuck in third behind charles, a switch-up on the previous weeks podium lineup. it continues like that with them nearly taking each other out a few times fighting for the lead, but somehow they don’t crash out throughout the season.

i can so see them taunting each other behind closed doors, where media won't catch it. also them getting drunk and flirty and pretending it didn't happen the next day. and i can see her being happy no matter what because she's doing so well on her debut season but max is only happy and nice when he wins a race and is leading the championship, so on the nights he wins, they somehow end up together in the back of the vip area of some club, both internally debating if fucking your teammates a good idea.

she wins by a handful of points, only three, and when she’s on the first place podium she shoves that number in his face as she sprays her champagne down on him. he wants to bend her over the podium and make her swallow down his cock instead of the champagne she gulps down. he pushes the thought from his mind when she’s wiping it from her jaw as it drips down her neck and soaks her suit more than charles’s spray already had.

he doesn’t even plan on acting on his pent up fantasies until he bumps into her and charles on his way out and she has the audacity to congratulate him on second in the championship, as if he wasn’t less than half a second away from behind first. as if she wasn’t first. he’s grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from charles, ignoring her questions of where they’re going. she only asks twice before she falls into step next to him, her footsteps faster than his to keep up with his longer stride. she’s got her trophy, the first place race trophy in her hands and he wants to smash it thinking about how he’s going to have to give her his driver’s championship trophy. how they’re going to engrave her name and break the streak of max verstappen signatures crawling up the trophy.

she realizes what’s happening when they get in the car and he puts his hand on her knee once they’re driving then asks if it’s okay and she’s like, “are you asking if it’s okay to touch me or to kidnap me?” and he insists he’s not kidnapping her and she recounts how he grabbed her, led her to his car, opened the passenger door and pushed her inside. he blushes and apologizes, his hand still on her knee and she tells him it’s okay. they get to the hotel and she follows him to his room and neither of them speak until they’re inside and he’d tell her to say red if he needs to stop, and she asks why he would need to stop and he’s like, “well i don’t plan on stopping until you tell me to. so say red when you need me to stop.”

once she agrees he’s kissing her like she’s never been kissed and pushing her against the wall, his hand squeezing her throat and his knee pushing between her thighs. he holds her there until she’s turning away from the kiss for air, and then he steps back and tells her to strip and get on the bed. she’d stare at him for a moment and he grabs her and pushes her towards the bed and snaps at her to get on it. she strips to her underwear and starts getting on the bed and he’d tell her he didn’t say to leave them on and she turns back to him, fully dressed, and tells him to undress too. he tells her he doesn’t need to yet, and she doesn’t get why until she’s almost screaming from her third orgasm back to back. two from his fingers and one from his mouth, and he's still going. hands curled around her thighs to hold her in place.

she's crying and begging him to fuck her, and he's moaning into her pussy that she tastes so good he doesn't want to stop tasting her yet. she loses count on how many orgasm she's had before he's done eating her out, she can't tap out before they've even fucked, but she's so sensitive his tongue lapping on her clit hurts.

when he finally gives in and lines up with her entrance the stretch of his cock in her sensitive cunt nearly makes her black out. he barely lets her adjust before he's fucking her like he won tonight, telling her she looks so pretty when she cries and how good she feels around him. asking her who's making her feel this good and stopping until she begs him to keep going and answers his question. he'd tease her between kisses and hickeys he leaves on her now that she's too fucked out to object, hopes they won't be able to find makeup good enough to cover the bruises he leaves on her throat.

he keeps pulling back from kisses and spitting on his dick fucking in and out of her, saying things she can't understand in dutch, or maybe it's english and she's too fucked out to make sense of his rambling. he'd grasp her jaw when she opens it in a loud moan and hold it open before spitting in it. he'd taunt her with all the passive aggressive remarks she made during the season and when she just moans in response he’d make fun of her for being too fucked out to respond.

and then they don’t see each other over break except for work stuff and nothing happens, she gets her trophy and the exchange goes normally. and then she wins the first race of the season and she gets a repeat of the last race of the last season. after that no matter who finishes the end up in bed together, if she wins he’s angry and takes his frustration out on her, but if he wins they just go at it like rabbits and right for dominance, he’s more playful and less commanding. he’d let her suck his cock for an hour while he tells her how good she’s making him feel, telling her that this is what he deserves; a race win and a cock drunk whore on her knees choking on his cock.

[sodavizz]

Knowing

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Pairings: Jimmy Neutron & gn! Reader

Word Count: 0.7k+

Warnings: Mentions of deaths, being brutally honest <3, I hate Jalapeño, pronouns are; you, I have massive brainrot of mouthwashing and is bored rn but sorry if this is occ, angst under the cut <33

You knew it was him all along…

You were making your way down to the cockpit to give Curly a message when you felt the jolt. The shake of the ship and the blaring emergency sirens. It only made you walk faster to see what was going on. As you got closer, you could see Jimmy sitting on the floor, his head in his hands and Curly urgently rush inside the cockpit. Not a moment later, you were thrown off your feet and thrown to the metal wall.

The ship had... crashed…?

You had quickly put together that it was Jimmy’s fault, the way he was sat outside of the cockpit, the way Curly reacted when he saw him…

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Now, nearly five months after the crash, everything was going to hell… Daisuke had an axe to the face to put him out of his misery, Anya had overdosed, you just watched Swansea get a bullet to the head and now you. You lay on the floor, a bullet to the abdomen, glaring at Jimmy as he stands there, the utility room only illuminated by the red emergency lights.

“I always knew it was you…” You say through gritted teeth, your hand trying to staunch the never ending flow of blood from your stomach. “It was never Curly’s fault…”

He slowly looked to you, his eyes wide with shocked surprise. But he knew there was nothing you could do now, critically injured and no one else on the ship to help you…

How did you know...?

He thought to himself, his voice cracking slightly. He couldn't tear his eyes from the scene in front of him, it was all too much for him. The sight of you laying there, bleeding to death, staring up at him with those eyes...

He felt a pang in his chest, an intense surge of emotion that he couldn't quite place. It was like a mix of anger, sadness, and regret. But mostly regret.

"I will never forgive you. Not after what happened to everyone on this ship... Not even after what you did to Anya, you monster. I hope you rot in hell. You will regret the day you even existed, where you took your first breath. Your mother must be disappointed that she raised a man who ended up being a retarded motherfucker who thinks that he could even fix the problems that he caused himself. And even if you managed to survive, I will make your life a living hell. I mean it.. You hear me..?"

Your breath hitched as you let all your rage out. You then looked up to Jimmy with the pure resentment in your eyes, one that could make someone quiver.

The words hit him like a knife to the chest. Each syllable stinging him, searing into his soul. His mind races, scrambling to find a way to defend himself from the truth that is being hurled at him. But he can't. He knows it. Every word you uttered was true.

He stood there for a few moments longer, his eyes glistening with tears threatening to spill over. Then he turned and slowly began to walk away, his footsteps echoing through the corridor.

"....I always wondered how Curly could stand you... Your just an asshole whose jealous of all his accomplishments, so why don't you just grow the fuck up and do better than being filled with envy." You said with a scoff.

Jimmy stopped in his tracks once again, his shoulders slumped forward and his head hung low. The emotions were hitting him hard, he was pissed. He took a deep breath and turned back around to face you, his expression a mix of anger and remorse.

"You... you have no idea what it's like to be in my position," he finally managed to choke out.

"..I do know how it feels. But guess what I did? I actually earned my life, earned my achievements, and earned my title properly.... And if I were still as pathetic as you are, I would have killed myself ages ago."

He flinched at your words, the bluntness of them hitting him like a freight train. He couldn't bring himself to look at you, to see the disappointment and judgement in your eyes. As he stood there, silent and dejected, he realized how alone he truly was. He had lost everything that mattered to him.

You scoffed again but in a more shaky voice.

"Fuck you... Jim." You said in a low voice as you took a deep and long breath, as blood continued to seep out of your body.

He couldn't bring himself to say anything else, his words stuck in his throat. Instead, he just nodded weakly, acknowledging your pain and frustration. He turned and walked away, the sound of his footsteps echoing down the corridor slowly fading away.

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[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hiiii!!! How're you doing? Good I hope!! ahh I'm seeing these amazing reblogs on your page and with College and my F1 brainrot I haven't been able to read Irondad fics 😭😭😭 is it okay if I ask you to give me some recommendations? preferable whump or sickfics (with fluff, lots of fluff) 👉🏼👈🏼 or like which fics did you enjoy the most this year/past 6 months 💙💙💙🩵🩵🩵🩵

Sorry for the delay in answering! I just needed to find the right time to really sit down and make a *good* list. Haha. Here is a list of what I've read recently and enjoyed a lot. Some of it fits better into your criteria than others, and some of them are still in progress, but here's the list! Don't forget to kudos and comment!!

[fic list with links below the cut!]

Paradigm shift by Bergen (T) In Progress (I love where this one is going! Lot's of fun surprises)

Peter got a Stark phone when he was ten. Adrian took him to a big store with lots of TV screens that all played the same video of Tony Stark declaring to the world that he was Iron Man. They ducked behind the microwaves, both of them giggling as Adrian stuffed the phone under Peter’s sweater.

They walked right out the door without tripping the alarm, and Adrian bought him ice cream to celebrate

After his parents die, Peter is taken in by the Toomes’ family. Things slowly, then quickly spiral out of control. All Adrian wants is to take revenge on Tony Stark. All Peter wants is to do the right thing. Why is that so much harder than expected?

Spaghetti and Red Wine by arthropodwithapen (M) In Progress (Lots of good whump moments but also some fluff and angst!)

After Peter's precarious position goes from bad to worse time and time again, he is left all alone with nothing but his anger and resentment at the world to keep him company. He wonders how much more he can take and whether the growing grudge between him and the Avengers will be enough to finish him off for good. Will he be able to complete his mission in time? Does he even want to anymore?

Of course. He is Spider-Man and he has a job to do. And he'll do it even if it kills him. For everyone else's sake.

Strands in the Rope series by Sara (ctrsara) @ctrsara (T) Complete (this whole series and its follow-up are super great. Lots of angst, misunderstandings, and of course, a whole ton of fluff)

A collection of insights starting after the events of Homecoming, mostly from Tony's perspective. The relationship that Tony and Peter had built by the time Infinity War happened (or not - I'm not a big fan) wasn't built on any big world-ending events, but on countless lab sessions, movie nights, smaller emergencies, and conversations. All of these combined to form a bond between them just as strong as blood ties, and just as unbreakable. I feel like we missed out on all that on-screen, so I can never read enough stories that would maybe cover that period. There is a follow-up series called, Unbroken Strands.

Please, Help Me by Muikelle (Not Rated) In Progress (So. Much. Whump.)

Mj watched as they pride apart the car. Her car. The only car she had, the one Tony had gifted her as a graduation gift. The car she and Peter first- well. Anyways. Then Peter was being moved out of it, and slow motion had taken over once more. She was standing to go get to him, he needed her. She needed him. But a man stopped her, told her to sit down, or something of the likes. She was pissed off when they closed the ambulance door and finally took off with her inside, she didn't need to be in there, she needed to be with Peter.

Or Mj and Peter get into a car crash when coming home from spring break.

Iron Dad: Coming Home by JAWorley (T) Complete (I just started reading this but so far it's really great!)

Cold, tired, hungry, and homeless, 14 year old Peter Parker gets taken in by Adrian Toomes and his crew. Mr. Toomes is a great guy who teaches Peter how to survive on the streets, and Peter loves him for it, despite that Mr. Toomes hates Peter’s hero Iron Man and says Tony Stark is out to line his own pockets by stepping on the little guy. When Iron Man appears one day and presents Spider Man with an opportunity too good to pass up, Peter finds himself having to make up his mind about what ‘helping the little guy’ really means. Peter also begins to find out some ugly truths about the things Adrian Toomes and his crew are making, and has to decide if the safety Toomes offers is worth throwing Spider Man’s mission and morals out the window. Can he find that same safety with Mr. Stark? So much of Peter’s future hangs in the balance and depends on the choices he makes. An anti-hero and an anti-villain are just one step over the same line in a different direction.

Double-sided Coin by kingdomfaraway @asyouleft (G) Complete (I have never read anything like this before and it was so so good!)

The Iron Man rarely had assignments that weren’t direct kill orders.

Usually he was given a weapon and a target, with the strict instructions of leaving no one alive, target and witness alike. They didn’t expect him to make too much conversation, to integrate himself into the person’s life, to find a way to gain the target’s trust. He was not a spy. He was a machine made to kill, to take down threats to HYDRA, and to preserve the Greater Good.

When the assignment came from high up to kidnap, not kill, a young boy, Peter Parker, he was a little baffled.

(or How to Make a Deadly Assassin Adopt You: A HYDRA!Tony fic)

How to Get Banned from Monaco (again) by niniblack @niniblack (T) Complete (This is so funny and so perfectly in character. I love it.)

Tony texts Rhodey before they leave for Monaco:

two rules for this trip

don’t let Peter out of your sight

don’t let him do anything Pepper would get mad about

Rhodey: that second one doesn’t leave many options

will you make me a lot of pancakes (when we meet again?) by Peng_Peng (G) Complete (This is some great Ironfam whump, right here!)

Five times hurting you + Five times receiving your kindness.

Peter knew from the first time they met that the kid wasn't going to like him. But Peter could do that. She was his first and only sister after all.

A New Point of View by waitingondaisies (T) Complete (This one is si so fun with lots of funny and serious moments. It's a good balance)

Peter rushes out of school to join Tony in fighting the aliens that appear over New York, leaving behind the problems that plague his life.

He ends up leaving them behind for far longer than expected when an alien substance causes him to swap bodies with Tony. They agree to live each other’s lives to keep the mishap under wraps, giving each of them an up-close and personal view of the other’s hidden problems.

Peter will come to learn that Tony’s life isn’t as glamorous as it appears, and Tony will come face to face with all of the things that Peter never told him about: bullies, unfair teachers, and economic struggles.

Saving the World Does Not a Hero Make by Azure_K_Mello (M) Complete (This isn't an Irondad fic so much as it's an older MCU/X-Men Crossover but I read it again recently because I love it so much)

Years ago, Tony Stark created a brutal weapon. Even when he was the Merchant of Death, he couldn’t bring himself to put it on the market. But, when S.H.I.E.L.D. learned of its existence, they wanted it. Deciding Spider-Man was the weakest link in Iron Man’s armor, Captain America, Black Widow and Falcon were sent to apprehend him — hoping he either knew where the weapon was or that they could trade him to Tony for it.

But, apprehending a fifteen-year-old is more correctly be termed as kidnapping. And what S.H.I.E.L.D. called interrogation was, in actuality, torture. And, when push came to shove, Peter had to save himself when no one else was going to help.

And my shameless self-promotion...

Threenager by happyaspie (G) Incomplete

While on patrol, Peter is struck by a spell that turns him into a toddler. Or mostly into a toddler. His memories, intellect, and experiences are still intact. Unfortunately, that makes being trapped in a toddler's body, with a toddler's motor skills that much harder. His legs are too short, and his fingers are too uncooperative. He can’t ride in the car without a super claustrophobic car seat. He can’t even wash his hands without help and it's all very frustrating. Between the teasing, Tony does his absolute best to help.

I could add so much more to this list, but I think I'll stop here. Haha. As far as sickfics go, @sicktember is coming up soon and I know *I* will have plenty to add to the genera during that event!! So be on the lookout for that, my friend! And Thank you so much for asking me to compile this list!!

[giggly-squiggily]

*me double checking that Fire Force is still on your fandoms list bc it's been a minute and a half*

YEEET REQUESTS!! I'm so excited to see them open again! Also I really hope you're hanging in there. I've been thinking of you as you go through this difficult time, my friend. 💖

*drumroll* OK OK so I've been having serious Fire Force brainrot this past week (I really gotta rewatch it, I love that show 🔥), so I come to you with a humble request for lee!shinra and ler!tamaki (the lucky lecher lure gal, bc I always get her and maki mixed up 😅)

I don't have a ton of specifics but the general idea is that Shinra absolutely cannot function when she tickles him; he gets so flustered he doesn't know whether to fight back or just let it happen 😂 (though I do hc that he would at least be coherent enough to cover his eyes in case her lure kicks in to protect her modesty, which only makes him more vulnerable to tickles and - you get the idea 😈)

Only if you want, as always, my friend! Can't wait to see what you do with this prompt if you decide to take it!! AND HAPPY FALLLLL I'M SO EXCITED FOR COOLER WEATHER!! 🍂🍂🍂

AHH NYM! *running jump hug* I'm so glad to hear from you! :D And with a Fire Force request HELLO? *squeals* God I haven't written for these guys in so long; this was so refreshing and lovely! (And girl SAME!!! It's their hair I swear- they both have the same dark put up look and face akljrekarjkejrj)

Oh my god Lee!Shinra my BELOVED! I've gotcha covered, girl! (got a little shippy at the end whoops! My hopeless romantic side; it gets the best of me lols) This was so fun to write, and I hope you like it! :D (AND YES LETS GO FALL!!!!)

In Shinra’s defense- it was a total accident.

“AH!” Tamaki screamed, arms shooting up to cover herself as she was splashed with water. She had been leaving her prayer session with Iris when she crashed into Shinra carrying a water pitcher.

“I’m so sorry! Here!” Facing away, Shinra yanked off his shirt, offering it to Tamaki.

“Why are you stripping?” She squealed, flushing as red as he did.

“I’m not! I’m trying to be a hero!” He cried back, still refusing to look. When he felt his shirt being taken and heard the sound of her pulling it on, he dared a peek. “Sorry, Tamaki…”

“It’s fine- I’m covered.” She sighed, pulling at the hem of his shirt. It was so big on her- falling mid thigh. At least the bottom of her prayer robes were dry. “Thank you. That would have been an awkward walk back.”

“Hm!” Shinra nodded, still looking rather flustered. A tense silence passed over them both, both too awkward to say anything. “Well- I better go! Um- keep the shirt! Bye!”

“Huh-Wait, Shinra-!” But he was already booking it away, leaving Tamaki standing on her own.

~~~

“And now he won’t even talk to me! It’s not like he really saw anything!” Tamaki groaned at the desk, poking at her lunch. It had been a few days since the lecher incident, and Shinra had been avoiding her like the plague. Anytime they crossed paths, he’d go bright red and give her a wide girth of space-avoiding her eyes.

It reminded her of the kids back at school. The old wound ached in painful memory.

“Hm…that is strange. Shinra never acted like that before.” Iris nodded around her spoonful of pudding, looking thoughtful. “Did he say anything else before running off?”

“Nothing I haven’t told you already.” Tamaki sank further, drooping with gloom. “I just want things to go back to normal. And to give him back his shirt.” It was tucked away in her room, folded and pressed. “He probably got tired of being polite and doesn’t want to take a chance with me anymore.”

“That’s not true! You know he’s not that kind of guy.” Maki reassured, reaching out and taking Tamaki’s hand. “You two just need to talk, that’s all. Put your guards down and just come out with how you’re feeling about each other!”

“Come out with…” Tamaki blinked, then she flushed bright pink, dropping her chopsticks. “What-wait, wait- Huh?”

“Too soon?” Maki shared a look with Iris, smiling a tad sheepishly.

“They’ll figure it out.” Iris stole Tamaki’s chopsticks before nipping a bite of her lunch.

~~~

“Feeling about each other?” Tamaki mused on her walk back to the bunks, shaking her head. Maki was in la la land again- she had to be! Why else would she ask such a question…

As if sensing her thoughts, Shinra appeared before her, eyes downcast in his own thoughts. He looked up just as she did. “Ah! Tamaki! Eh- hey!” He yelped, face red as he looked anywhere but her for an escape.

That’s it. Enough is ENOUGH.

“Oh no- you’re not running away from me!” Tamaki declared, more pissed off than flustered. Without really thinking about it, she charged at him, tackling him into the ground. “Talk to me! Why are you being so weird?”

“T-Tamaki! Let me up!” Shinra had his head turned all the way up, refusing to look back down. “I can’t-”

“What? You can’t be my friend anymore?” Anger curled into hurt, her voice cracking some halfway. “You’re done with me because of the lecher lure?”

“What? No- Not at all!” Shinra looked back at her, panic replacing his nerves. “Tamaki, that’s not it-”

“Then tell me!” She cried, returning to anger. “Tell me what the problem is!”

Shinra opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like a fish out of water, the words stuck in his throat as he helplessly looked anywhere and everywhere but her. “I….I can’t say.”

“Why not?” She glared.

“Cause…cause it’s embarrassing!” He covered his face with both hands, flopping back into the ground. “You’ll hate me.”

“....” Tamaki stared at him. Then- without warning, she grabbed his sides, squeezing.

“AH! Ahehehehehhehe!” Shinra arched at the touch, giggling. “T-Tahahahamki!”

“I don’t hate you- I don’t think I could ever hate you.” She nodded, feeling rather ruffled. “And I don’t care how embarrassing it is- I want to know! It’s the least you can do after all that time ignoring me!”

“I’m sohoohooohhrry! I prohohohohmise it’s nohohohot you!” He cackled, hands covering his face as he kicked and squirmed. “Whehehehell it kihihiihihinda ihiihiihihs? Ahehahahahahha Tahahahhamahahahahki!”

“Which one is it? Is it me or is it not me?” Normally she’d be more irritated by such mixed signals, but Shinra was talking to her again- well; laughing with her anyway. She scritched her nails along his belly and waist, giggling when he squealed. “For a hero, you’re sure bad at talking about yourself. Out with it!”

“AHehahahahahhahhahaha! Noohohohooho, dohoohohohohn’t tihihihihihickle me thehehehehhere!” Shinra’s hands shot to hers, stopping midway. “Nohohoohooho fhahahhahahhair!”

“Too scared to touch me? Afraid you’re gonna get burned?” She teased, squeezing along the underside of his ribs and making him scream. “Fine by me- I get to keep tickling you! Now- TALK!”

“Iihiihihihiihi cahahahhahahn’t! He squealed, face flushed a pretty pink. “TahahhamakIHIHIHIIHII!”

“I’m waiting~” She had switched over to his legs, squeezing his knees with both hands. “You know- cats do this.” She began kneading his upper thighs, further driving him wild. “Talk to me or I’m going for your feet!”

“TAHAHHAHAMKI NOHOHOOHOHOHOOOO!” He howled, punching the ground repeatedly as he thrashed about. Tamaki wasn’t bluffing- she’d absolutely go for his worst spot. “PLEAHHAHAHHASE MEHEHEHEHRCY!”

“Are you gonna talk?” She gave him a small break, stretching out until she was pinning his legs with her body, flicking off a sandal. “Or are we gonna have to get serious?” To further her point, she shaped her hand into a cat paw with her pyrokinesis. Her trademark trick- Shinra was gonna DIE. “Last chance.”

Shinra gasped for air, hands covering his face as he tried to compose himself. The words rattled his ribs, desperate to be heard, but it was just too, too much! “Tamaki…”

“Hm.” Was all she said at his tone. Then her cat paw attacked.

“AH!” Shinra couldn’t speak- he couldn’t think. He couldn’t really do anything at that moment. The second those fiery claws touched- warm and fluffy despite what they were made of- he was racked with ticklishness all throughout his body. It was like she’d found the one bundle of nerves that activated the rest- making every tickle spot on him burst to life. “AHEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!”

“Wow- and I thought you were bad without the claws.” Tamaki mused with an impish grin, delighted. Shinra was a mess, flailing behind her like a fish out of water as he guffawed. His face was getting redder- and his smile; normally a nervous tick- looked so real and genuine it made her stop breathing for a moment.

Stop breathing…Oh sh- “Shinra! You okay?” She stopped, remembering that air was kinda necessary to live. Upon ending her tickles, Shinra curled into himself, hiccups breaking up his giggle fits as he twitched in tickly residue. 

“Ahehehehe…hehehhee…I’m ohohokay. Nothing to wohohorry about..” He reassured her, easing her worry. When he could breathe normally again, he rolled onto his back, covering his face with a hand. “Sorry…”

“Huh? Why are you apologizing? I was the one tickling you to near death.” Tamaki shook her head- then paused. “Oh wait- this is the earlier thing, right?”

“Yeah. I…” Shinra dropped his hand as he willed himself to look at her. “I’m about to tell you something…and I don’t know how you’re gonna react, but please hear me out.”

“Okay…?”

“Right. So…erm.” Shinra seemed to shake, mouth pressed into a thin line as he willed the words front and center. To her surprise, he seemed rather flushed- a new shade of pink coloring his already hot cheeks. “The reason I’ve been avoiding you…it’s erm..my shirt.”

“....huh?” That was it? “But- you lent it to me! If you just wanted it back-”

“No! No- that’s not- that’s not it.” Shinra quickly cut in, flushing even more. “God, why is this so hard to say? I…I don’t know what happened, but when I saw you standing there in it…something kinda clicked.” Shinra sat up, looking at his hands as he spoke. “I erm…I…”

Tamaki blinked at him, taking it in. Then her eyes grew wide, cheeks warming as the realization hit her. “Shinra…are you confessing?”

Shinra seemed to flush more, but then he nodded.

Put your guards down and just come out with how you’re feeling about each other!

She internally apologized to Maki for doubting her intuition.

“I guess I am…I’ve er- kinda liked you for a while now. I figured at first it was just us bonding, but then I started seeing, you know? How you light up when we decide to get something good to eat, or how you never give up on your ambitions and goals to get stronger. How you sing to yourself when you’re cleaning up or cooking, and how you always play with your hair when you’re in mid-thought. I just…” Shinra shook his head, smiling a small but real smile. “I realized when I looked at you in my T-Shirt: ‘Wow. I’m falling for this girl.’

But then I panicked and ran cause…yeah.” Shinra chuckled sheepishly, finally looking her in the eye. “I’m not…entirely sure what I’m doing here. I’m probably gonna mess up a hundred times over before I get it right, and I’m sorry if I do. But…if you’d have me, I’d like to be more than friends, Tamaki.”

More than friends…Be still, her beating heart. Looking at Shinra, hearing him speak in that soft voice- the voice he seemed only to reserve for her she realized now, her vision grew blurred. Shinra’s nervous smile grew panicked at her tears, but before he could do anything, Tamaki threw herself into his arms, knocking them both over once more.

“You’re so stupid, Shinra.” She said against his chest, no malice in her voice. “Of course I’d have you.” She sat up, gathering her own courage. “You’re the first real person that didn’t shy away or avoided me- not with the lure, and not when everything was said and done. You saved me more times than you’ve realized. You’re my hero, Shinra. If you’d have me…I’d like that too.”

Shinra seemed to stop breathing. Then he was smiling, really- truly smiling. “Tamaki…” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, cupping her face as his other fingers played with the loose strands of her hair. She leaned down to kiss him-

“Devil! Lady Tamaki- what are you two doing at this hour?” Arthur’s cry of surprise sent Tamaki stumbling, crashing into Shinra’s chest. Amazingly enough, her lure didn’t kick in. A small blessing in a mess of flustered moments.

“Arthur, could you PLEASE not shout? You’ll wake the Lieutenant!” Shinra growled, helping Tamaki up before turning to his roommate.

“Apologies- a knight king as myself must always make sure his kingdom is safe.” If he caught on, Arthur didn’t say- but there was something a bit knowing in that smile of his. “My energy bar is running low- I must recharge. Good evening.” With that, he turned on his heels, disappearing back into the room.

“Odd as ever.” Shinra laughed, shaking his head. Tamaki snorted in her hand, just as amused. “Still- we better call it a night here; who knows who we’ve woken up with our antics.” Shinra swung their hands together before leaning in, pressing a kiss against Tamaki’s cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Sounds good. Goodnight, hero.” Tamaki squeezed his hand in return before letting him go, making her way back to her own room. Shinra signed in content, leaning into the wall beside him.

“So the devil does have a weakness.” Arthur’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, startling him. “Two weaknesses. Good to know.”

“Why you- GET OVER HERE!”

Thanks for reading! :D

[dandywonderous]

ROTTMNT Bad Things Happen Bingo #1: Crush Injury

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Characters: Donnie, Leo (Raph a lil bit)

Square: Crush Injury

Warnings: Serious Injury, Vomiting

Notes: HELLO I started a new thing... I’ve been wanting to do a BTHB forever and decided to crush (heh) my current brainrot up against it. I may break and do other fandoms if I get an idea but right now my main thing I wanna do is hurt the Disaster Twins a lot (I’m sorry) (they’re very punchable). 

I really intended for this to be just a drabble thing where I wrote like 500-1000 words as a break from my long fic but uhhhhhh that ended up not happening LMAO THIS FIC IS 3K WORDS WHY... 

I’m not taking requests for this challenge, sorry unless you’re a moot and then maybe if you really wanna see something specific let me know.

I’m posting these on tumblr first and then they’ll hit AO3 later that day/the next day/whenever I feel like it sometimes I forget okay

Crush Injury

Donnie is shoulder deep in one of his machines when the power goes out with a loud pop.

He grumbles to himself, pulling back a bit, as the emergency lights come on, casting everything in an eerie red. If he’s lucky, this is just a temporary blackout, and he can get back to work soon enough.

Several seconds pass, and the power doesn’t show any sign of coming back on. Donnie mutters a quiet, “Sigh,” into the room; he’ll have to stop for now. If this continues past a few minutes he’ll fire up the backup generator.

He starts to pull his arm back, pushing out of the stool he was sitting on to stand, except he isn’t paying enough attention in the dark - he accidentally shoves the stool into his jack, and it shakes and then falls back with a clatter.

The heavy metal it was holding up crashes down on his arm with a sickening crunch.

The air is punched out of Donnie, leaving him breathless and wheezing. There’s a ringing in his ears, a rising taste of bile in his mouth, and then the pain catches up to him - searing, throbbing waves of heat that wash over his whole body at a fast tempo.

His immediate instinct is to jerk away from the thing hurting him, but the violent wrenching on his shoulder reminds him that he can’t do that, because his arm, his arm is stuck, his arm is-

He vomits, bile and mostly digested bits of his lunch pooling at his feet. He would be more disgusted by it if conscious thoughts were registering, but his brain is quickly overwhelmed with panic.

He’s going to lose his arm. And he’ll be lucky if it’s just that, if he’s not trapped here forever, if he doesn’t die of blood loss before anyone finds him, if-

He sucks a breath through his teeth, desperately trying to think. He has to think, if he panics, he’ll die.

The power is still off, red light all that illuminates the grizzly scene. His phone is on a table just out of reach, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N powered down.

“H-help…” His voice trembles and barely carries through the empty room. He sucks in air again, desperately, wincing against the overwhelming pain, and tries again, harder. “Help…! Help!”

It doesn’t matter, because he soundproofed the lab. Even if he could yell louder than he is, they wouldn’t hear him.

Despairing, Donnie slumps against the machine. He knows he should be taking stock of the injury, trying to determine how much of his arm is actually still in there, how much is damaged, but he can’t bring himself to look at it. The fear clouding his mind is in some ways worse than the pain slogging against his body.

He has no idea how long he stays where he is; all he knows is that time drags on agonizingly slowly. The power still isn’t back, and the lab is uncharacteristically silent, absent the normal hums of machinery and cooling fans. The only thing he can hear is the sound of his own ragged breathing. His vision tunnels in on a spot in front of him as his heart rate speeds up, his skin grows clammy - signs of shock, he vaguely registers.

He’s going to die here. He’s going to die, he’s going to die, he’s going to-

Suddenly, in the midst of the red light, a flash of blue.

“So looks like the power’s out for us and the next five blocks. It’s probably not coming back anytime soon, but Mikey’s pitching a fit because he had dinner in the oven. Do you think you can- Donnie!”

Rapid footsteps approach him, but Donnie can’t see who it is, his vision is too dark and clouded with pain. On instinct he pulls himself back, hissing out a warning, teeth bared and muscles taut. He’s hurt, he’s trapped, he’s easy pickings, he has to startle, he has to intimidate, he’ll go down fighting-

“Whoa, whoa, hey! Easy, Donnie, easy!” The intruder puts up their hands and takes a small step back, halting their approach. “It’s just me, it’s just me.”

The voice penetrates through the primal parts of his brain, and his subconscious registers family, help, safety before his consciousness catches up.

Leo.

The will to fight leaves him in a rush, and Donnie sags forward, grateful when Leo moves to catch him. A whine leaves his throat, and he doesn’t have the energy to feel embarrassed about it.

“I know,” Leo says softly, his thumb moving in gentle circles on his shoulder. “That has to hurt… Aaand it looks like you’re going into shock.”

Donnie gives a clumsy nod, desperately wishing he could just check out and let Leo deal with it now that he’s here. But even as the shock moves him closer to unconsciousness, the pain keeps jerking him back.

Leo is still holding his shoulder, but now he looks around and spots the traitorous stool that started this whole mess. “Were you sitting on that stool?” he asks, and Donnie gives the faintest nod. Leo steps forward to grab for it, and Donnie gives another whine, in warning this time.

“Threw up,” he mumbles, and Leo looks down between their feet. Once he spots it he grimaces.

“Yeah, you sure did,” he says, but his voice is light, and not judgemental. He sidesteps it, still with his hand on Donnie’s shoulder, and reaches behind him to pull the stool back to where it had been before. “Alright, buddy, sit down - slowly now, okay?”

He holds on to Donnie’s arm and guides him down to the stool. Once he’s on it he sags bonelessly against the machine again, feeling exhausted down to his core.

“Okay… good.” Leo lets out a breath, straightening up and letting go of Donnie. Without thinking about it Donnie lifts his undamaged hand and grabs for Leo’s, clinging on tight. He should definitely be embarrassed by that, but he isn’t. He’s scared, and Leo is safe.

Leo gives his hand a squeeze back. He squats so he’s at Donnie’s height, speaking softly like he can tell that loud noises just add to the pounding in his head. “I’m going to go get Raph, alright?”

A spike of fear causes Donnie to grip Leo’s hand tighter, desperate. “No.” He tugs on him with what strength he has. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be right back,” Leo promises. “But I have to-”

“No, please, Leo, don’t leave me-”

“Donnie, I can’t get that off your arm by myself, I need Raph’s help.”

Logically, he knows the words Leo is saying make perfect sense. Logically, he knows that Leo isn’t lying when he says he’ll be right back.

None of it matters. What matters is that Donnie is terrified of being left alone.

He grips Leo’s hand tighter, and can feel tears in his eyes. Another whine escapes his throat.

Leo sighs, squeezing his hand again. “Okay, okay. I’m not going anywhere. But we need Raph. Do you have a way to get that fancy door open when the power’s out?”

“Emergency unlock,” he grits out. “Th-third panel… just pull the release.”

“Okay. No worries, Leon’s got it.”

He gives Donnie a wink, and somewhere in him Donnie finds the strength to be annoyed. He rolls his eyes, and Leo actually laughs.

Leo uses his free hand to unsheath a katana, then draw a small portal right in front of them. Dimly, Donnie can see another one open up near his lab door across the room. It’s just large enough for Leo’s arm.

He reaches through and knocks open the panel, biting his tongue in concentration. After a second of squinting and fumbling, he gets the release and yanks on it. There’s a soft pop, and then a creak as the door comes unlocked from the floor but doesn’t budge.

“Now what?” Leo asks.

“Raph can… push it up… from outside,” Donnie explains through wheezing breaths. 

“Alright.” Leo pulls his hand back, the portals dissipating. “I’m going to call him.”

He doesn’t let go of Donnie’s hand as he does so. Donnie is grateful; he’s vaguely aware that he’s gripping tight, likely hard enough to hurt, but Leo doesn’t make any move to pull away from him.

“Donnie’s hurt,” he hears Leo say, cutting through whatever greeting Raph tries to give him. “I need your help- his lab, yeah. The door’s unlocked, he said to just push it up. …I don’t know yet, but hurry.”

Leo ends the call, putting his phone away. “Don’t worry, Donton, the calvary’s comin’.” He squats down so they’re at eye level again. “We’ll have you out of there in a jiffy.”

Donnie nods in acknowledgement. Talking is hard when his mouth feels full of cotton, but he tries. “‘M I gonna lose m’arm?”

He sees Leo’s eyes go a little wider. The hand holding his squeezes tight. “Not if I can help it.”

They don’t talk much after that. Leo says, “Keep breathing for me, Dee, that’s it.” Donnie shuts his eyes to help his growing headache, slumping forward. “You with me, Donnie?” Leo asks, and he gives a grunt of assent.

Then they hear a screech of metal as the door to Donnie’s lab is forced up, Raph rushing inside moments later.

“...Oh geez, Donnie,” he says when he sees what’s happened. “How did you manage this?”

“Save your lectures for later, Raph,” says Leo, standing up but not dropping Donnie’s hand. “He’s in shock right now.”

“Okay… okay.” Raph gets close to them, then reaches out and lays his big, cool hand on Donnie’s back. For once the touch is welcome, grounding, and Donnie leans back into it. “Don’t worry, big bro’s here to help.”

He would normally make some smart remark at that, but he’s so tired and, though he’d never admit it, so relieved that Raph is here now, so any words he had die unspoken on his tongue.

His eyes are still closed so he doesn’t know what they’re doing, but after a second Raph pulls his hand away, and he hears him say, “I think I can lift it enough.”

“Okay, you lift and I’ll pull his arm out. …Careful, he threw up there.”

“S’not like it’d be the first time I’ve ever had puke on me.”

“Fine, but if you slip in it I’ll laugh at you.”

He feels a slight jostle to his arm, and then Leo is pulling his hand away. He whines, uncharacteristically needy, and Leo gives his shoulder a quick squeeze.

“Sorry, Donnie, but this will just take a second.”

“Count of three,” says Raph, sounding a little strained already. “One… two… three!”

There’s a screech, and the weight is miraculously off his arm. He feels hands grab at it and winces in pain as his arm is moved away from the machine and into his lap, followed immediately after by a heavy thunk as Raph lays the metal down again.

“You’re out,” Leo tells him, his hand coming back to hold Donnie’s and giving it a squeeze. “You’re free.”

Donnie drags his eyelids open and starts to look down at his arm. He sees blood and he sees odd angles but before he can see more a hand is cupping his chin and pulling his face up.

“Yeah, you just went five shades paler,” says Leo, meeting his eyes. “Let’s not look at that anymore, okay? I don’t need you losing more fluids.”

Donnie grumbles, but assents.

There’s a bit of jostling, and he realizes something is being tied around his neck, fabric. Then his arm is nestled in it, supported so it doesn’t hang limply off his side.

“Okay, that’s not the best, but it’ll do for the walk to the medbay,” says Leo. Donnie notes dimly that he’s not wearing his bandanna anymore.

“Should I carry him?” asks Raph.

“Maybe… Donnie, do you feel like you can walk, or do you need Raph to get you?”

“Can walk,” he mumbles. He isn’t sure, really, but his pride pushes him to agree.

“Okay, I don’t really trust that, but we’ll let you try. Raph, stay close.”

He gets to his feet; they feel shaky and unsteady, but he doesn’t collapse. Leo ducks under his good arm, pulling it over his shoulders so he has support without asking. Donnie goes ahead and huffs about it, but he knows if Leo hadn’t done that he would fall over.

They take their first step and Donnie groans when his arm bounces lightly off his plastron. Leo grips his good hand, giving it a squeeze.

“I know, bud, but focus on the big shot of painkillers you’re about to get. We just gotta get there.”

The walk to the medbay is torturously slow, made worse when they attract the attention of Splinter and Mikey, both of whom unleash a torrent of questions that doesn’t help the pounding in his head. “Hey, settle down,” says Raph, silencing them. “He’ll be okay, we just gotta patch up his arm.”

They get there, eventually. The lights are still out, the medbay bathed in the same red as everything else. Leo lowers him to the bed and helps him get laid out, a pillow under his feet propping them up for the shock.

He hears Leo and Raph talking in low voices above him about the backup generator, and he tries to give them instructions, though it comes out slurred and mumbled. He grimaces in frustration.

“We’ve got it, Donnie, we can figure it out,” Leo says when he leans over him.

“Don’t know… dumb dumbs.”

“Okay, good to see your sass wasn’t damaged.” Leo grins.

“Sigh,” he says, and Leo chuckles.

There’s a moment of silence as Leo goes to fetch whatever he’ll need to work; Donnie knows the basics, but all his medical knowledge slips through his fingers when he tries to access it. His brain is too foggy right now, and biology is Leo’s thing, anyway.

He does have a pressing question, though, once Leo comes back - he reaches up with his good hand, and immediately Leo puts down what he’s holding to grab it.

“Am I going to lose it?” he asks, voice trembling.

Leo’s thumb strokes on the back of his hand, and it calms him down. “I don’t think so. It’s not as bad as it feels like.”

Donnie sighs, leaning his head back. His hand goes limp in Leo’s grasp, and Leo gently lowers it back to the bed.

“Go ahead and check out. Things’ll be better when you’re awake.”

Donnie trusts him enough to listen.

~~~

He wakes up to light, the smell of antiseptic, and a dull throbbing in his arm. He groans at all of these sensations and closes his eyes again.

“Hey sleepyhead!” His brother’s voice is entirely too cheery, and Donnie hisses in response. “Okay, Grumpatello, you can go back to sleep if you want, but I thought you might like some pain meds.”

That gets his attention; he opens his eyes again, and finds that the lights have been dimmed - no red emergency light, but nothing blaring in his eyes either. Leo is next to him, holding a cup and the plastic lid from a pill bottle.

“Do you feel up to taking these orally, or do I need to start another IV?” he asks.

Donnie mumbles something that doesn’t feel like words, then holds out his hand. Leo propped the bed up at some point so he’s already sitting.

The water is handed to him first, then Leo takes the cup and dumps the pills in his hand. Donnie appreciates that he remembers his preferred way to take pills (even if he has told him it’s wrong on more than one occasion).

Once he’s swallowed them he holds out his hand for the cup again, downing all the water in three quick gulps. 

“Okay, maybe try sips next time?” Leo takes the cup back.

“Unnecessary,” he says, pleased that talking feels a little less painful. “What happened?”

Leo sits down on a stool next to his bed. “Okay, so do you remember your arm getting crushed by that… whatever it was you were working on?”

Donnie shoves down his immediate desire to explain the machine in favor of nodding. “Yes, I remember. And I remember you and Raph bringing me here. What happened…”

He can’t finish the sentence. He knows, logically, that he could just look at his arm (he can feel it, it hurts, that means it’s still there, right?), but for some stupid reason he’s too scared to.

“It’s still there,” Leo answers anyway, because apparently he’s a mind reader now (Donnie refuses to think he’s that easy to read). “Two arms and all six fingers.” He wiggles his own in demonstration.

That, finally, gets Donnie to look down. His arm is indeed there, packed tight in a cast that already has multiple purple doodles on it, courtesy of Mikey. He tries to wiggle his own fingers, but it hurts so he stops.

Still, the sigh he gives as he sinks back against his pillows is one of relief.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’ve bashed it all to pieces,” Leo continues. “Don’t even think about trying to use it for at least eight weeks. We can decide then if you need longer.” Leo is giving him his best stern look, which in reality just makes Donnie want to laugh. “You got lucky thanks to our mutant durability, but I’m serious about giving it time to heal.”

“Yeah, sure, Dr. Dumb Dumb,” says Donnie dismissively, and Leo reaches up and gives him a light but still annoying flick on the forehead.

“Worst patient ever. I’d rather have Mikey with the flu, and he gives me shit about how I make soup.” Leo leans back, looking him over. “How are you feeling, though? Woozy at all? Any pain other than the arm?”

Donnie gives a shake of his head. “I feel as well as can be expected.”

“Okay, cool.” Leo lifts his own arms over his head, stretching them out with an audible pop. “Well, you can hang out here or go back to your room. You’re stable enough.”

Donnie nods and then doesn’t make a move to go anywhere. He’d rather go to his room than stay here, with all the sterile smells and medical equipment, but he still feels wobbly. Vulnerable.

Leo, perhaps still able to read him too well, doesn’t leave either.

“...I’m glad I didn’t lose it,” he says after a moment. He can see Leo opening his mouth to say something, so he continues quickly. “I mean, I have, of course, trained myself to be ambidextrous in case such a situation arose-”

“A totally normal thing to do.”

“-but it’s more… <i>efficient</i> to have both arms.”

“You’re allowed to be happy you didn’t lose an arm, weirdo,” Leo says, reaching over and giving Donnie’s unharmed hand a squeeze that sucks any bite out of his words. “You’re allowed to be frustrated that you’re stuck like this for eight weeks. And you’re definitely allowed to be grateful to the best brother in the world for saving your life.”

“Okay, well.” Donnie pulls his hand away, swiveling to get his legs off the bed and trying not to grin too obviously at Leo’s pout. “I’m going back to my room.”

“You sure you don’t need help from your most beloved and favorite brother to get there?”

“Sure; Mikey isn’t here, though, so I guess you’ll have to do.”

“Ouch! So cold, Dee, so cold.” 

Leo loops an arm around him and pulls him into a hug, one Donnie lets him have, failing to fight his smile. He doesn’t really need the support, but he leans on Leo anyway.

[presdestigatto]

🏎️💨 THE FORMULA 1 TAG GAME! 🏎️💨:

tagged by @solaireverie thank u bestie 🫶🐈

1. Who or what got you into F1?

so in 2018 my brother got an xbox and in 2022 f122 (?) was added to the game pass, he developed motorsport brainrot and would not stop blabbing to me about it 😽 then he mansplained the SG grand prix to me, i surprisingly found it interesting, and here i am

i think also i saw Seb trending on here in late 2022 and that made me more ‘aware’ of f1, in the sense that Seb was one of the few drivers i did know before, so there was some weird attachment there. there was a period of time where i stopped tuning in to the SG races (busy + covid) so that got me paying attention again

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

Ohhhh Charles Leclerc 🎊🎶 pretty much the same, i find the narrative around his career very compelling, i like his driving and he’s a cool guy

someone once asked me “did you just choose the first guy you saw on the TV” and honestly, if i think about it. Yeah. he was the first driver i saw when we switched on the race broadcast.

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

Charles! if Seb makes a return then it’ll be him, but i’m assuming this means current drivers only.

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

my roman empire Sebchal…

Charles was the driver i liked and Seb was the driver i knew from my childhood so i was curious about the connection. i’m a big fan of the maturity with which they handled their off-track relationship; tbh my opinions of them as teammates purely-racing wise are mixed, but they’re also my two all-time favourites so my fondness gets amplified when they’re together

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite driver?

Well. my brother is a Lewis fan, my uncle is also a Lewis fan. from 2025 we’ll be an all Ferrari family 😮‍💨

my uncle has Lewis and Valterri’s driver cards and art prints of Coulthard and Barichello’s helmets in his house haha

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

Hockenheim 2019 and Hungaroring 2015!

i think Turkey 2010 also stands out in my memory thanks to arguably one of the funniest crashes in Seb’s career and the subsequent w2w between Jenson and Lewis.

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar

Sepang, the incline is cool i hope they bring it back

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

no money 😚😚 i could attend the SG GP but i heard you can’t see much, and tbh, the sg races are kind of snoozefests…

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

nope! the idea of it scares me honestly. i may cry if I see seb in the flesh

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

rb6 my speedy but unreliable queen

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

i probably haven’t been watching long enough to have one

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

i’m kind of obsessed with everything seb has ever said, particularly these:

“you, asking what happened at the start? // you came in like a torpedo” (rip kyvat)

“we have to remember these days. because there is no guarantee that they will last forever.” ♥️

also quite fond of Charles’ “it’s like this”, but hope we hear it less in 2024 🤞

tagging @verstappenclerc @baiuzennsenn @leqclerc @norrisgp @monacodarling if yall haven’t done it already!! (if u have, sorry 🫡) ++ anyone who wants to

[hxneyfarm]

crashing into ur inbox with questions about greatest hits. what's been your favorite part of writing it? any bits of it you're particularly proud of? also if you have anything to share from the next chapter I will gladly gobble it up 💕

ask me about my wips

read <33333333

this last chapter is fighting me so hard! all i want is to finish it, release it into the world, and mark greatest hits as complete on ao3 - it will feel like such an accomplishment... when it finally happens.

i loved the initial push in the creation of it, back around new years, when the steddie brainrot was fresh and i was banging out 5k words a day... man, if only i could get that motivation back, y'know?

i'm so proud of the fight, the chapter following the fight, where i switched povs day by day while they dealt with the fallout, and i'm so fucking proud of the smut i've written for it - that scene on the couch, where they watched each other? it still gets me when i read it back. i worry that i've forgotten how to write smut, because that's what's fighting me right now.

i love you so so much for your consistent love and appreciation for greatest hits and honestly, this might be the thing that motivates me to get some words down tonight.

(i'm hoping to finish the last smut scene this weekend. it's t shot weekend and uhhhh, y'know.)

in the meantime, though, you can have a spicy little snippet from the chapter:

Eddie’s not going to last. It’s a sure thing, he’s going to blow so, so soon if he doesn’t think of something else, anything else really. There’s nothing else to think about. Not now, not like this.  

Not when the flat of Steve’s tongue is stroking along the underside of his cock and Eddie feels a blurt of precome leak out. Steve licks it from his slit and Eddie quakes beneath him. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt, Steve’s lips a tight seal around him while his tongue works magic, dancing along the head and poking into the slit. Steve applies suction and Eddie hears himself cry out, ready to burst already. 

“Steve,” he whispers, as Steve takes him deeper, gagging a little as Eddie glides right up to the back of his throat. “Slow down, babe, slow down. God, it’s too much, I’m not gonna -”

Steve sucks again and opens his throat somehow, sinking even further down Eddie’s dick until he’s taken nearly all of him. That pretty mouth was made for this, and Eddie tells him so, in short, choked off moans. “You…” he breathes, unsure of what he even wants to say. “You look so…” Steve tilts his head just enough to meet Eddie’s eyes. Jesus, Mary, and all the fucking angels in heaven. “You look so fucking slutty, Steve, I can’t. I’m so fucking sorry that’s so… ah, shit, sweetheart right there!” Eddie cries, throwing his head back so hard he nearly pulls a muscle in his neck, twitching as Steve pulls back to suck exclusively on the head.

[owen-not-carvour]

currently thinking about exactly How the cyclone derailed because i want to try and figure out exactly How each of them were killed and just. it’s Rough..

because like. front axle broke at the apex of the loop. meaning they were probably fucking falling and a VERY FAST SPEED, yeah,, BUT ALSO UPSIDE DOWN (bc.. isn’t that how the loops work?? idk i haven’t been on a coaster since april lol)

that’s fucking terrifying.

hopefully it was fast enough to just kill them on impact bc Yikes (i think it was but idk anything abt physics yknow. just using what i Think would happen)

aside from that,, i’ve decided that the axle broke on oceans side based on her reactions in fall fair suite, so her side of the car (her, mischa, and ik janes not in that scene.. i’ll talk abt that later.. but she’s on oceans side too) got the worst injuries.

like that’s how i think jane got decapitated.. the landing. probably crashed upside down and her neck was probably broken and her head went next yknow. yikes

mischa and noel got the Least Worst injuries bc they were in the middle (i think that’s a thing that can happen???) obviously not enough to save their lives ofc but. no jane doe levels for them. (im thinking mostly internal stuff yknow. that and a few broken bones ofc. they all have lots of broken bones)

speaking of that.. here’s a list of specific bones i think broke (obviously not Just these): constance probably got her arms snapped, ocean broke her neck, they all probably had some number of broken ribs and vertebrae.. not to mention how they were Definitely getting thrown around by the coaster.. so that also adds dislocation to the mix. none of them have functional shoulder blades anymore ig…

finally, at least one of them was impaled by… something.

i’ll probably add more later if i get anymore specific ideas but that’s everything i can think of off the top of my head :)

[pixyys]

basicalllly~ my idea was that, when Lumine(or well, the traveler, ill just go with Lumine), Paimon and Guoba!reader are traveling, there was already previous instances where reader just.. wandered off, so Lumine basically has reader on a leash at this point. When the trio are heading towards Liyue, stopping to camp by a in ruins village to rest up before making the rest of the trip. Reader ends up wandering away, in the morning, reader is gone, the two worry, looking everywhere for reader, "maybe they went to Zhongli!?" Paimon squeals after nearly an hour of not being able to find the living doll, so they quickly pack up but not without leaving a note, just incase reader comes back. They head to Liyue, now on a mission to find their friend, but reader /isnt/ with Zhongli!! or Xingiu either, Zhongli offers to help find reader, and when they (lumine, paimon and zhongli) head back to the campsite, they decide to search the ruined village, it was raided of nearly everything, Paimon swears up and down that all there was was junk in the houses! but theres a few bangs and crashes, after pushes the old rickety door open, they find reader in a pile of wood, flipping their arms n legs, in a tantrum like manner. I'm assuming gouba!reader can't talk and t&p have their own language with reader. Lumine tries to pick reader up but reader struggles out of her grasp and runs away towards another room, the trio chase them, and find a bedroom.. or what seemed to be left of it, there was books everywhere, half opened, some ripped to shreds, the bed broken and obviously was once nested in by an animal long ago but against a wall was a painting, of a young regal human, reader is sitting in front of it, shaking, as if crying even though the doll couldn't, paimon floats to the ground, sitting besides reader, "is everything okay, [name]?" all reader does is point towards the portrait, theres a long pause, "is that.. you?" Lumine asks, and reader only nods solemnly, before flopping to the ground, seemingly giving up on their elongated life in this toy, anNNNNNNNNNNNND thats all i really have,,, for N O W 😏 but basically in my brain, cause im a slut for happy endings, reader does turn back somehow, and has to learn how to use their human body again, and maybe zhongli and reader fall in love, THE END. <3

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING YOU'RE SUCH A GENIUS????? i'm soo sorry my reply took so long. i'm basically having a field day with this😩 hope you don't mind me continuing and altering some things ehe

+ school is burying me alive atm rip🤡

tho if you DO end up writing this up/ have more brainrots, i hope you won't mind tagging me👀

of mortals and deities.

context. zhongli x guoba!reader.

whereas you're in the brink of your existence, and zhongli has to take drastic measures.

warnings. grammatical errors, messy writing, kind of angst, longpost, lowercase.

disclaimer. original prompt belongs to @/tamayakii

when you (reader) wander off one day, you don't have any destination in mind. but it just so happens that you come across a ruined village, which is somehow tugging at your conscience that you end up wandering in.

the moment lumine, paimon and zhongli managed to find you, it was too late. the ruined village is indeed your old home and is the place where you got cursed. it evokes memories. at first, the memories feel invigorating; like when you are listening to zhongli's stories or reading xingqiu's books. but then, the influx of memories is getting too overwhelming, too familiar, too nostalgic. from a sense of familiarity, comes a feeling of melancholy, then regret. regret upon witnessing what you used to have; what you used to be; human. you broke down in anguish and anger. anger for the god that has cursed you, for your helplessness, for your fate.

the faces of your companions, who you held close to heart are starting to blur into those of unrecognizable individuals.

you feel like you're losing yourself.

zhongli is guilty. he feels as such, and he truly is. because it's partly his fault that a malevolent god was left to roam free; hurting one of his people. because he is the rex lapis. because he can't-should have not let any common folks suffer.

he had tried fixing everything, anything. yet, not even the mighty power a prime adeptus can defy erosion; the will of time; the will of celestia.

one could only hope the idle talk over evening tea and reminiscences of age-old tales would be enough to at least provide you more time, a little more time. a couple of stories every day, one tea session every evening. that much at least, zhongli can do.

he has seen how brilliant your mind is. how you drop unintentionally shrewd responses at his tales, your excited remarks, the twinkle in your eyes when he brought up stories of lands far away.

he loathed that. as if celestia is not satisfied enough, he is bestowed -cursed- by the ability to understand your speech when others can not.

"look now," he would imagine the skies say.

"that is the brilliant mind which will be reduced to nothing but a mindless creature; a bright-eyed, hopeful, and wanderlust young human into nothing but a non-sentient beast."

"all that, nothing but of your fault."

and suddenly the tea that evening felt too bitter, and your favorite storyteller won't meet you in the eye.

on one leisure afternoon, during the idle time of wangsheng funeral parlor's working hours, zhongli's mind drifted. he really, truly cannot let the same mistake pass by; another deity wronging a mortal. the fate which the young girl of bubu pharmacy has to live in is unfortunate enough. it is nothing but a product of adepti carelessness.

"humans are such frail beings," he would thought.

perhaps.. he shall use a portion of his powers to grant you a few more years, a little bit more time, a little stability.

perhaps.. it will be enough to give you a little more time to accompany the traveler and see tevyat, to live on the dream you've always liked to tell him.

he was the rex lapis, but he is the prime adeptus. he can do anything.

right?

not to halt the will of erosion, but at least to grant you some, if not a little more time.

zhongli shook his head. he is in no place to take favor on one mortal. deities should be impartial. they are no longer to meddle in mortal affairs, lest they take everything to the worse. this is the exact reason he abdicated from his throne as an archon.

he kept telling himself that, but doubt can evade any heart, ones of mortals and deities alike.

a sudden ruckus stomping its way to his office cut his daydream short.

if it wasn't from the floating fairy's agitated face; or the traveler's unpleasant countenance, he would have greeted them with a fond smile

"[name] is missing!"

so he didn't.

is this it?

he frowns.

is this the day?

erosion- time is a cruel thing. he didn't even get the chance to say goodbye.

there they found you, hidden in an old rickety house of a ruined village; anxious and mad, desperate.

when you broke down in front of the portrait, zhongli's heart shattered.

as he had imagined, the portrait- your portrait- shows a bright-eyed, hopeful, and wanderlust, young human. eyes promising a great and bright future.

beautiful.

humans are so frail and short-lived, but that is what makes their life beautiful. something that you were robbed of.

zhongli's trance was short-lived as a sudden shift creeps in the air. you've gone silent, an eerie miasma surrounding your body.

when you turned, it was not your eyes that he saw. not the button-like eyes that seemed to twinkle every time he recites the story of his old days. it was dull, dark, nothing.

lumine let out a strangled, gasping voice, promptly summoning her sword. beside her, the floating fairy was as white as sheet, as if witnessing the death of a friend.

but zhongli knows better. you have yet to make any move. there is a conflict brewing in your mind, and zhongli leaves no room for hesitation.

"we have to kill them."

and so the vortex vanquisher glints against the glow of the moon.

nooo, it's not the end haha, i have no intention to end up things like this.

here's what actually happened:

what zhongli had first thought was you finally getting eroded, is not actually you getting eroded!

erosion means having your soul worn down (i think?) and it can be understood as losing one's memories and losing oneself. on the other hand, you are remembering things instead of forgetting things when you go to the ruined village.

it's just that the influx of memories was too much, as it was also the place where you got cursed by the malevolent god.

taking advantage of you being consumed by anguish, the manifestation of the malevolent god's hatred possessed you. hence the weird miasmas circling you. therefore, it wasn't erosion (yet hehe). but rather, it was possession.

yes. our local malevolent god, even now long dead and is nothing but a manifestation, is still up to no good smh.

when zhongli said "we have to kill them," it's actually about the manifestation which possessed you, not you.

lol tbh that manifestation is not very smart. what're they gonna do with that doll as a vessel huh? punch people with those fluffy arms?

going back to the topic, yakshas are originally the ones tasked to eliminate manifestations of old gods' hatred. i think that zhongli, despite not being part of the yakshas, is still the prime adeptus and would know what to do.

it was kind of a tough fight. since if something went wrong, not only the manifestation is destroyed, but also your soul.

zhongli and traveler pulled it off in the end, but your soul is in such a weakened state that you might as well just fade out of existence even before getting eroded :((

so zhongli finally bites the bullet and shares a portion of his powers with you. (i believe he has done the same to azdaha in an attempt to halt his erosion. but it didn't work)

you now possess a fraction of adepti powers and live on. all this time, you had been alone. unlike qiqi who has baizhu or shenhe who has cloud retainer. so now that you acquire adepti powers, you will most likely be under zhongli under zhongli's tutelage, or another adepti's. (does that make sense? i hope so)

the vessel for your soul is still the doll since your mortal body is not even there anymore ever since you've been cursed. however, in time, you might be able to utilize your newly acquired adepti powers to change your form. (much like how zhongli does. at one point, he even took a form of a lady.)

utilizing adepti powers is one thing. but actually using the now newly acquired human body is another thing.

you haven't been human for a very long time, so you would have to learn how to use your human body.

and there you have it! you, with some pieces of training (maybe from xiao? ganyu? other adepti?), can now turn back to human :d come to think of it, some theories say that xiao is in his human form. his real form is something along the lines of a bird-beast? the one depicted by his tattoo. (he'll be a perfect teacher hehe)

edit: it's not theories, it is explained in the developer's notes that xiao merely takes a human form. special thanks to @/thetwinkims for the correction!

now now, we have our favorite xiansheng here to teach you (👀👀//j)

maybe, for the time being, you will stay at liyue until you're stable and proficient enough in actually maintaining your human form. before that, sometimes the human you just poofs out and there will only be the plain old mangled doll (still cute though). once that is settled, you can go for your adventure across tevyat!

though that means goodbye for the traveler and paimon when they finally move out to another region :" but don't worry! you will catch up.. somehow

in the meantime, when you're strong enough, maybe zhongli will recommend you to the teahouse you both frequent to work as a waiter/waitress so that you can get the hang of your human body, hear stories and such to keep you from being eroded and earn some money.

you will most likely stay with zhongli for the time being.. yeah

the rest is history, something might or might not happen between you and the consultant ;)

end notes.

i think zhongli is very protective of his people, much more so of the people close to him. in canon, he personally went from house to house in liyue to get rid of some sea creature infestation -while getting seafood trauma along the way- and told traveler to bring remedies for xiao.

i said in the original post that guoba can understand you. in the moon chase event, zhongli and xiao are shown to be able to understand guoba. so in that case, i'll say that zhongli, xiao, and other adepti can understand you too.

you can't talk in human speech -at least until you turn back to human- and your sentience somewhat slips in and out with erosion coming closer and closer in the horizon. but when that's not happening, you can still think and process information like humans do, like what you once were. you technically still are, but still. that's why you can still process and respond to zhongli's stories.

[reki-of-the-valley]

More Renga brainrot because that's all I do! - Pet names edition!

Langa calls Reki his Sunshine, but he says it in English to Reki doesn't get it. And Langa starts calling him Sunshine before they start dating so Reki doesn't click that it's a pet name

At first, Langa only uses Sunshine to refer to Reki when he's just talking to himself, mostly when he's tired or his head and heart are just fluttering with Reki Reki Reki

The first time Langa slips up, he's with his mom. They're out shopping, one of the rare occasions when they spend time together.

Nanako is going on about how she wishes she made more traditional Japanese dishes and meals, but she's so used to making western food that she never has any ideas of what to make or how they never taste the way she really wants them to when she does makes dishes from her childhood. Langa is nodding along - Nanako is used to her son being silent - but then he's talking so her full attention is on her son, especially when he's saying things like "I could always ask Sunshine's mom how she makes [insert whatever dish]"

There's a silence, then Langa feels the panic build up in him. "Wait! No! I mean Reki's mom! Not-!" Langa's biting the inside of his cheeks, so embarrassed. Nanako is grinning and she will be asking more about this whole "Sunshine" situation, to Langa's disenchantment

Langa is pretty good with concealing the whole thing, especially when he's only speaking Japanese. But it happens, he does slip up around Reki. It's after an especially thrilling yet exhausting night at S. Both as sweaty and tired, ready to crash, but Langa is hungry because he just burned so much energy. His mind is a blissful haze, somewhere between Japanese and English. That's how he ends up casually asking something along the lines of "Wanna go get burgers, Sunshine?"

He nearly doesn't catch his own words, and he wouldn't have thought twice if it wasn't for Reki looking at him in confusion. Panic once again. Because this time it's not his mom, it's not a stranger, it isn't in his head and heart. He called Reki Sunshine to his face. Reki was sunshine, yes, but saying it, it makes things real. It's putting his feelings out there for everyone to see. It's admitting to Reki that he thinks about him a little too much, a little too intensely, a little more than just platonically

But Reki is oblivious, because it's Reki. Reki who doesn't understand English. Reki who has a thousand nicknames for Langa. So for Reki, Sunshine is just Langa's equivalent of dude but in English, so he doesn't mind at all. And Langa is both extremely relieved and extremely frustrated

After that, Langa only uses Sunshine when he's praising Reki. It's unconscious, really, but it's fitting. And in a way, it's telling Reki he loves him, it's telling Reki that he loves him so much, enough to be giving him pet names. Reki is his summer sunshine, his morning sun, his light, but only in English. Langa can't quite say it in Japanese, in a language Reki understands. That's too much. Langa isn't ready to admit his feelings. Langa isn't ready to confess, not yet. Maybe never, but he is ready to call Reki his Sunshine in a language he's truly comfortable in

And this goes on for a while. Months of a secret pet name. Until Reki is getting ready for a race against Miya. No high stakes, probably something dumb like loser has to do the other's homework of choice (obvs it has to be reasonable, not like a whole essay or asking a middle schooler to do something he doesn't know like advanced math or whatever). Reki and Miya are bickering and teasing each other, friendly trash talk as they're used to at S. At least until Langa is coming along, wishing his Sunshine good luck. Reki grins because Langa is good luck to him. Miya is gapping.

"Sunshine? That's so gross, you slime! Of all the pet names you could choose, you go with Sunshine? And you didn't bother telling me you two are dating? How long have you been hiding it?"

Langa feels his whole insides twist. His heart stops. He feels sick. Miya is staring between the two. Reki is staring at him, frozen. Everything is wrong. This is not how Langa wanted this to go. This isn't how he wanted Reki to learn about-!

"Langa?" Reki's hand is squeezing Langa's arm. "Langa, you good man?" Reki is crouched down next to Langa. Reki - Langa can see the panic in his eyes, the uncertainty, the anxiety - is pushing all his own feelings aside, acting brave for Langa. Langa who never felt this overwhelmed until now.

Obviously, at this point, the race is postponed, Joe, Cherry, even Shadow, having gathered around to see what was happening. Miya is apologizing, but mostly unsure of what he did wrong. At least, he doesn't know until Reki is snapping back, big amber eyes staring the boy down and telling him that he isn't dating Langa. And Langa's heart tightens in his chest.

Joe is the one to clear the crowd, pushing everyone away to give Langa and Reki space. Cherry stays behind, but as soon as the two are calm enough, he gives them a curt nod before walking off.

The silence is thick and awkward, and Langa wants to die on the spot. He can't face Reki. Reki wasn't supposed to know about the pet name in the first place!

But then Reki's hand is on his, his smile soft, his eyes... Deep amber and looking at him in a way Reki's never looked at him. There's something in Reki's expression that makes Langa's stomach flip, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest.

"Hey, man, you good?" "I'm sorry." "What? Why?" "I shouldn't have..." "Is this about the whole Sunshine thing?" Langa nods. "Don't worry 'bout it, dude. And I mean, it's not mean. You're allowed."

That's when Langa notices it, the way Reki's thumb is rubbing his knuckles, the way Reki's looking at him, a light blush making his face glow, every freckle like a star against a sunset. That's why Reki is Langa's sunshine. Because he's beautiful, he's calming, he's the end of the day, the time to wind down and relax. Reki is a continual golden hour, with his grin and shiny eyes

It's now or never, Langa knows that. It's now or he'll have to die with that knowledge. It's now or Langa will never have another shot to see this beautiful view ever again

"I like you. I like you so much, Reki."

Langa feels Reki tense up, his fingers going rigid against Langa's. Langa sees how Reki's eyes widen, his shoulders freezing midbreath. But then he's grinning. And laughing. And nodding.

"Yeah, man? You mean it?" Langa nods hesitantly. "Man, aw, dude! That's- Yeah, yeah, okay, man. I mean- Aw, dude, this is so much harder than I thought... Of course you make it sound so easy to say, but like, man! Langa, dude, I like you too!"

Reki is grinning, wider than Langa's ever seen. So bright, like the Sunshine that he is. And at that moment, Langa almost blurts out that he loves him. (He has more self-control than that. One step at a time)

Reki refuses to let go of Langa's hand after that. They don't talk about what that means quite yet, what they are now, since they're still at S and it's noisy and this is a conversation they should probably have on their own, but Reki doesn't let go of Langa's hand and Langa takes that as a win in his book. Especially when Reki is pulling him up, dragging him back to their friends

Miya's got his hands stuffed in his pockets, not quite wanting to talk to the two, probably embarrassed about all the commotion he caused (he also probably got scolded by Cherry and Joe). He's only pulled out of his teenage pouting when Reki is ruffling his hair, reminding him that they had a beef

Both get ready for the race, everyone's spirits lifted once more. And Reki is especially pumped now. He's just missing one thing: his good luck charm

"C'mon! Say it! Please?" "But I said it before." "Say it again, please Langa?" "Fine, fine. Good luck, Sunshine. I believe in you."

And with the rush of adrenaline that hangs in the air at S, Langa finds the confidence to press a kiss to Reki's cheek, whispering "good luck, Reki" into the warm skin. There's an explosion of cheers and screams but Reki doesn't have time to linger onto the sensation of Langa's lips pressed to his cheek because the lights are already going, the race about to start

Edit: just a reminder that there is a fic version of this that can be found here!

[refiwrites]

Soothe

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: just a little something I wrote after watching the first ep of tfatws and possibly fueling my bucky brainrot, and damn how much i missed marvel :D

Word count: 1082

Warning(s): SFW, just a tiny bit of sad, tfatws spoilers!!

It was almost by the afternoon and you were making your way towards Bucky’s apartment. It has been hard having to cope with the new normal after half of the citizens of the world returned from the Blip and you were one of them.

The thought of disappearing for five years for it to feel like minutes were hell, imagine just disappearing to come back and find out you’ve missed five whole years of your life and everyone seemed to move forward except for you. It still stopped the gears in your head whenever you think about it.

Other than that, you missed your Bucky, you could even remember the scenario when you two were reunited clear as day.

You were running around aimlessly in the facility, trying to find those blue eyes you fell for years ago. Your heart was hammering in your chest like it was about to burst seeing people around you rush to find their loved ones, the ones they left for five years. Occasionally bumping into others, mumbling a quick ‘sorry!’ or ‘excuse me!’

“(Y/N)?”

Until you heard that. Your eyes widened as your lips automatically trembled and felt your knees was about to give in from underneath you. Glassy eyes met blue ones.

You stared into those pair of eyes that belonged to the man you loved the most, with a voice that never failed to send shivers down your spine whenever you hear him speak. The man who was misunderstood and now working to change his life.

“B-bu..” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as your legs automatically maneuvered to run up to him as he did the same. Before you even realized, you jumped into his big strong pair of arms as they hugged you tightly, securely. It felt like home. You were finally home.

You couldn’t stop the tears from running down both of your cheeks as you quickly buried your face in his neck, inhaling the scent you missed. You felt his embrace, squeezing you in his hold. If you could even focus clearly you’d hear both of your hearts hammering against one another’s chest.

You both pulled away from the embrace, looking at your lover and your instincts guided your hands on his face, his hair was still long, in a pony tail now, you inspected his face clearly. You noted how he aged a little, that his eyes looked so tired but he still had that stubble of his, almost exactly like the last time you saw him.

You couldn’t stop the grin from both of your faces to appear. Yet you couldn’t stop yourself any longer and immediately crashed your lips into his.

Bucky quickly reciprocated the action, both of your lips molding together perfectly. You remembered pulling away after a few seconds, meeting Bucky’s eyes again.

“I missed you so damn much.”

You tugged at your sleeves as you let out a breath whilst adjusting the bag of groceries on your hold. You shook your head from the memory and you soon realized you were right in front of his door already. You toyed with the strings of the bag as you shakily raised a hand and knocked slowly.

“Bucky..? Hey, it’s me.” You said. He was still wary from people knocking on his doors as he always expected the other end was a gun held up to his face, but that was the past now. Surely people weren’t out for his head anymore, right?

Silence

You swore you did a couple of knocks and announcing yourself but alas, no one came to the door. Something sparked in your head and were suddenly thankful for the spare key that Bucky gave to you when he first got this apartment.

“James.. I’m letting myself in, okay?”

 You slowly inserted the key and twisted. It signaled its unlock in a satisfying ‘pop’ and you slowly swung it open.

The sight before you was not what you expected and that had you entering and closing the door quickly.

Bucky was sat on the floor as he seemed to be zoned out, a thin layer of sweat covering his bare upper half as the latter was covered by his blanket. His vibranium arm resting on his blanket covered knee.

You quickly set the bag of groceries down and carefully approached him, not wanting to surprise him further.

You kneeled slowly, facing him.

“Bucky.. baby.. hey.” Speaking, reaching out a hand that slowly made its way to his shoulder. You felt his muscles tense up but relax after a second.

“I don’t know why it’s still happening.” He suddenly spoke up. You sighed and nodded, wanting to let him continue.

“Every night, it’s still the same, that innocent man that I..” Bucky trailed off, huffing.

Scooting closer, you carefully grabbed his metal hand and his human one and softly squeezing that made him look at you.

You offered a sympathetic smile “Have you been telling it to your therapist?”

He shook his head, you spotted the way he rolled his eyes and let out a dry chuckle. “She’s just going to do the notebook thing again like she always does.”

You sigh, hand reaching up to play with his hair. You were used to your lover’s hair being long but his hair now suited him well.

He seemed to relax upon your touch, leaning his face in the palm of your hand, breathing deeply.

“Hey, come here.” You motioned and pulled him in an embrace. Your hand going up to rub his back in a comforting manner.

“You’ll get through this okay? You’ve been making amendments, right?” You ask and you felt him nod right after.

“(Y/N), thank you for being there.” He spoke, nuzzling his face onto the crook of your neck.

 Oh the way you’d do anything to help ease his pain.

You smiled and pulled away, cupping his face as well as stroking his cheeks.

“There’s nothing I’d rather be in than here with you, Bucky.”

You leaned in to give him small, slow pecks on the lips, him relishing it and letting out a hum.

You were going to make sure you’d be there with him until his nightmares die down and he could at least get a full sleep. So you smile up at him and gave a peck on his forehead.

“Take a shower then meet me in the kitchen, I’ll make lunch for the both of us.”

“Possibly hold each other after..?”

“Yes, Bucky, we’ll cuddle after.”

[griffin-wood]

Hey Alya! If you feel like answering, "before the beginning" for any WIP you might have? Or for something you're planning to write? 😘

hiii Seren!! This is like VERY way back, but but but; I'm finally ready to actually answer this! 🙈

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[BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project] (I MIGHT HAVE GO OVERBOARD DJDJDJ)

context: for this one I'm picking an AU I'm having brainrot somehow. It's a 20s AU for Kent and Maia! I'm gonna do this somewhat from her pov, and in this; let's just say there's a lot of difference from the mb itself. But, here's a snippet from the past of the AU.

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“What do you say, dear? Will you make me the happiest men alive today and forever?" The man in front of her kneels with a velvet box in hand. The inside must've cause him quite a number, and here she is. She's staring at the shiny diamond, and him.

He smiles, the dimples evident through his excitement. They've talked about this, but she didn't expect it to be as soon as this.

Her lips were locked, she couldn't reply. She couldn't nod, or shake her head. She didn't want to break his smile, and his excitement. She loves him, but is she prepare to live this way? Being a housewife, leaving all her unachieved dreams behind? He was always enough, he came from a life that's enough for this time. Picture perfect to her, and she was the opposite. Would it work in the last run? Would she be okay with abandoning her wish to reached for her voice her mother promised before.

The questions filled her mind, all those what-if's haunted her especially at this moment. And it brought her back to life, only to meet with his eyes once again. His eyes were hopeful, bright, and she doesn't want to be the person who dims the light away. He wanted the comfortable life, but she wants more. She wanted to make a name, if not for her sake; for her mother. She was the midnight rain that came and swoop the sunshine away.

"I'm sorry, but..I can't." And with those words; her whole world crashes and stumble, and all the lights dimmed. She smiles through the darkness, hoping the light will shine again. For him, for them both, and especially for herself.

THE END.

note: this is longer than expected, but but thank you again Seren for sending in!!! 💞 I hope you are doing well! ✨ Also, tagging @mvalentine and @wayhavenots (some roaring 20s behind the scenes heheheh).

[noritoshiikamo]

worth my time

pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: porn (is fingering enough to call it porn??) without plot ish??? tags//warning: established relationship // slight smut???, fingering, emotional drained reader, reader dated character but then forced into arranged marriage and doubt the whole rs note: unedited, lowercase intended, just me and my nori brainrot dont mind the plotholes and everythingn, its not accurate according to the manga/anime like i just wanna feed myself and i haven't write in ages pls sent some ideas so i can get my lazy brain going, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it  directory: read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

“how long have you known?”

noritoshi shrugged, bringing the cup of tea to his lips. the way he took time to answer her question drove her mad. “noritoshi, how long?” her voice strained. “would it make any difference if i’d known today or 10 years ago?”

her eyes shot wide opened, “10 fucking years?”

a small smile appeared on his lips as he lowered the cup, “hypothetically.” she grabbed one of the pillows from the pile on the bed and threw it to his face, embedded with what little left of her jujutsu power. they have been going on for hours and she was clearly too stubborn to let it go. it was clearly weak; he dodged it with a flick of his wrist switching the pillow’s trajectory. “you’re a fucking asshole,” she gritted through her teeth, falling on bed as wave of anger and sadness crashed through. “you think i wanted an arranged marriage? you think i like having every aspect of my life set since i was a child and scrutinized? i’m a bastard sitting on a throne. unlike you gojou clan, i had it much worst.”

she pulled her hair, fighting the tears that was already streaming down, “it’s not a competition. we are in the same school, i sat next to you for years and you’re telling me you have no idea that i’m your future wife, bullshit!” her eyes flickered as she threw the next close thing within her power’s vicinity; a vase. something hit the vase midway, breaking it into ashes and she watched as a drop of blood stained the floor. he broke it with his power. “you can throw every single thing in this room, y/n, but it doesn’t stop the fact that we are already married.” it was that one sentence that completely broke her. falling on her knees, she let a cry out, clutching on her chest as she cried to her heart’s content. this can’t be happening to me, no, no, no, her mind echoed as she forced herself to surrender to the fact that they are married. it’s not something easy to undo. it pained him to see her like this, but his wife needs to understand that he could do nothing about it. she cried for what seems to be like hours, the sleeves of her yukata wet from the tears and sweat. she fell on the floor to her knees, resting her body against the bed before finally looking up to meet her husband’s eyes. he could see defeat in her tired eyes. “we dated each other,” she sniffled, “was that real or was it just you scouting for your future wife?” her words sound like venom to him “i know you won’t believe me, but it was real. i would still marry you even if the marriage isn’t arranged.” noritoshi stood up, his barefoot echoed on the floor as he walked to his weakened wife. her body was hot, he suspected the skipping (refusing to eat) meals, raging and throwing tantrums after another had put her body in so much stress. he reached for the sash, trying to undo her yukata and she freaked out. grabbing his wrist, she shook her head, “what are you doing?” she asked shakily. “would you listen to me for once? you need a cold shower, you’re burning up, it would help.” she stopped fighting. his tone was a mixed of annoyance and tired. dating him made her realized that noritoshi has a high level of patience; but not right now. letting go of his wrist, she slipped the yukata off her shoulder herself, whined about how she disliked cold shower below her breath. he wore a small smile as he hoisted the naked girl up. it’s a small victory on noritoshi the husband, he’ll savor it for now. 

the girl kneeled on the floor of the shower as noritoshi slowly ran the shower head slowly up her body. her arms wrapped tightly against her chest; she cursed every time the cold water reached new part of her body. ignoring the fact that his yukata was getting wetter, he kneeled behind her and let her rest her back against his chest. with the shower gel, his body froze every time she whined at his touch. something about the way she whined under his touches made him weak. he wants to kiss her stupid face so badly. “it’s cold,” she mumbled, her eyes closed as he ran his palm against her stomach. he pressed a kiss on the side of her face, “better?” he asked as his hand travelled lower. her eyes widened. he continued his kisses, down her jawline and her neck, bruising every spot as his fingers traced a lazy circle on her clit. she moaned out a throaty yes. he continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ears, promises of how he would take care of her, how he’s going to be a perfect husband, how she would be a perfect wife, how they’ll live happily together. she nodded her head in delirium, the pleasure of his fingers had her grinding her back on his crotch and emptying her thoughts. she could barely think straight. “tell me you’re mine,” he commanded, slipping a finger inside, “i can take care of you, baby,” her eyes rolled back, his words were not helping, it was just pure gasoline thrown into a burning fire. “nori, i want to cum,” she muttered, clutching desperate on the now two fingers. she felt his warm breath on the crook where her shoulder meet her neck, his fangs brushing threateningly against the sensitive skin. “open your mouth,” he urged, she whined at the lost feeling of his lips on her neck. she felt something dripping between her lips, his thumb brushing the lower lip. it painted her lips red. it tasted metallic, almost like a blood. it was his. he watched in satisfaction as his blood marking appeared on her right eye. he can control her blood, heightened her senses, throwing her body’s sensitivity off the wall, driving her off the edge with every spot of her body he touches; it sends pleasure twice as much. it wasn’t long until her velvety wall spasmed around his fingers. her body jolted forward; her shaky hands pressed against the wet tile preventing her from falling face first as orgasm washes out. she could barely make any noises, her throat was so dry, she felt like it might bleed.   she won’t deny that the orgasm eased her pain, but she would deny if he dared brought it up; he would not get the pleasure of knowing she enjoyed that.

his palm brushed against her thigh, causing her to look up. he raised his eyebrows in question which she brushed it off with a nod. she grabbed his hand and steadied herself up.

“i’m okay,” she voiced out.

he undressed, continued their shower from square one. they’ve done this before; sharing shower after mission washing blood off each other but this time, it feels different. she sighed at the pleasure, letting her hands rest against his toned chest. we are married, the sentence echoed in her mind as he massaged the shampoo on her head. never ever she thought that this is how she’ll be married. it’s not like she dreamed of a huge wedding. he did throw a small gathering, respecting her boundaries and her anxiety but everything just moved so fast. her parents are dead, her only remaining family is satoru, a distant cousin who finds it a no issue for her to marry her boyfriend. it is not an issue for her to marry noritoshi kamo, she loves him so much, but not like this.   she wished she had more choices in this.   he hummed a song, a habit of his that he caught from his mother, a lullaby his mother always sings. she wanted to hate him so much, for befriending her, making her fall in love with him and then forced her into a marriage. but when she opened her eyes and stared up into his, to see such loving look in his eyes, it weakened her. her heart is a wreck. “why do you do this to me?” she whimpered, slamming her fist into his chest. he refused to answer.

she was tired of his silence.

he turned the shower off, opening the glass door letting waft of cold air out. he left to fetch her towel and she stalked toward the nearby mirror. “how long until the thing wears off?” she asked when she caught a glimpse of herself. she reached to touch the blood marking on her eyes. he wrapped the towel around her body, hugging her from behind and through the foggy mirror, he brushed his thumb on her cheek, whispered something she couldn’t catch as the mark subsided.

“this doesn’t change the fact that i’m mad at you.”

he laughed it off, “i didn’t say it does. you always feel better post orgasm, you know how i know it?” he kissed her temple, eyes burned into hers, “because i dated you.”

her teeth gritted in annoyance.

“you think if i dated you to scout my future wife, i wouldn’t waste my time learning how your body responds to me, the way you yearn for me,” a kiss fell on her neck, “learn how well you control your shikigami and goes through lengths to teach you how to use my bow,” another kiss went up her jaw, “teach you my own blood techniques because god, why jujutsu needs to be such an exclusive thing,” arms went around her waist, “worried sick every single time utahime send you off for a mission, taking care of your wounds, being there to catch your reckless ass,” his breath lingered on her ears, “completely falling in love with you wholeheartedly for 3 years. i’d abandoned my father’s choice. you are arranged to be my wife, on my own accord. i choose you. you weren’t my father’s choice, but even in million years, even if sukuna’s vessel reincarnated again and again, even if the world split open and sent you miles away, even if i’m not the head of kamo clan,” his hand grabbed her chin, hard and forced her to meet his eyes, his words send shivers down her spine, “i would still choose you.”

she’s completely putty in his hand. she let out a soft whine as his body abandoned her, his warmth gone and came the cold biting her bare skin. her eyes followed the back of the man as he stalked to the wardrobe leaving the girl alone to ponder on his words.

“now, wouldn’t it just be a waste of my time, my wife?”