#sorry that was…way harsh tai

[resmarted]

not to be this guy but have you ever considered the people whose opinions you fear couldn’t impress the lowest common denominator if they bent over backwards to do it? seriously we could die tomorrow and you will have to explain to your ancestors that you betrayed their honor bc some mediocre fraggle rock made you 2nd guess your place in an obsolete social pyramid

[nexysworld]

Mission: Safeword

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Summary: Leon has many methods of getting information while on missions, especially from pretty girls like yourself.

Pairing: Infinite Darkness!Leon x Fem!Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Dubcon (but reader's into it), Face sitting, fingering, slight knife play, light bdsm, overstimulation, no use of y/n, not proofread

Your fingers quickly scattered across the keyboard, desperately trying to transfer the data and lock the system down. Silent alarms had been blaring and security had given the signal that an intruder – likely a government spy – had invaded  the compound. 

Whoever it was they had been lying low, no obvious break-ins, no knocked out staff, like a mouse. “Come on, come on.” You groaned, bringing your fist down onto the desk in frustration. “Faster you stupid thing. Billion dollar research company and you can’t even afford computers built after 1998?”  Pinching your temples you leaned back in your chair with a sigh, the transfer had been initiated, there was nothing else you could do now but hope that it went through. 

You tapped your fingers on your chair as  you watched the timer continue to recalculate the transfer time. Suddenly the screen went dark, along with the overhead lighting, leaving only a few of the lamps scattered around the office. “What the fuck? No, no this can’t be happening.” You banged the side of the computer, willing it to work again. The backup generators should’ve prevented the lights and systems from going out – this wasn’t making any sense. “Sorry Sweetheart, but I don’t think hitting it is going to fix the issue… on account of me pulling all these plugs here.” The voice pulled you out of your confused rage as you whipped around to see a man leaning back against the wall casually, he lifted the bundle of wires in his left hand to make a point.. ‘When did he get in here, I didn’t even hear the door open?’ You thought to yourself, backing up a little instinctively. 

He wasn’t wearing a standard uniform, instead clad in a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and boots. His well groomed gray-blonde hair framed his face in a way that let you get a good read on his chiseled features – he looked more like a model than a government agent – but you didn’t have time to think on that further. “You’re the spy!” You accused, trying to buy time to decide your next steps. 

“Spy? That’s pretty harsh – I’m just doing my job y’know.” He dropped the plugs and used his right hand to click the lock on the door before making his way towards you. “I didn’t expect that my target would be such a pretty girl.The name’s Leon by the way, nice to meet you.” “St-stay back!” You backed up further, trying to disguise the embarrassed flush as anger. You grabbed the closest lamp to you and lifted it as if it were a bat. ‘Wait – did he just say I was his target?’

He chuckled at your response. “C’mon, you don’t look like a fighter. Just relax and we can get this over with quickly, ok? It’s not my style to hurt pretty women if I don’t have to.”

“I said, s-tay back!” You tried to reaffirm again. When he ignored you, you swung hard, he easily caught you by the wrist and spun you so your back was to his chest. With one arm tucked behind yourself, he squeezed the remaining wrist so tight your hand was forced open sending the lamp shattering at the floor. 

“Knew you weren’t a fighter.” He purred in your ear, you could feel the stubble on his jaw rub against your neck, making you shudder. “Now that that’s out of your system, I don’t suppose we could hurry along to the part where you give me the info I need?” 

“Absolutely not!” You replied, squirming as much as you could against his grasp. He didn’t budge, grip like a vice. A disappointed sigh and hot breath on your neck stalled your movements for a moment as a shudder ran down your body, hyper aware of the muscles under his thin shirt, the smell of his cologne. If this had been some action movie instead of real life, it almost would’ve been seductive – right now though you were frustrated and scared. “So it’s going to be like that, huh? Well, don’t say I didn’t try to play nice.” He cooed before manhandling you over to the office couch that was pressed to the far wall. In a final attempt to get away, you threw your weight to the ground before he could get you on the sofa, and took off to run. 

It was short lived as he grabbed you from behind by your waist, hoisting you backwards and

tossing you onto the couch. Before you could try again, he was straddling your waist with his weight and gathered both wrists into one hand, pinning them above you against the wall. “You really wanna do this the hard way, don’t you princess?” He didn’t wait for your answer as he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt, removing it from his jeans in one swift movement, before latching it around your wrists and tightening it, hooking it to the metal peg built into the wall for keys and coats.

He moved off of you when he latched your hands, leaving you stuck there, hands above your head, wrists sore. “Fuck you! I’m not telling you anything.” There was a noticeable tremble in your voice, especially as he pulled his gun from the holster – which did not go unnoticed by him. 

He tilted his head with a little smirk.“I think that might be a great idea actually.” He set the weapon down on the small side table along with his knife before shrugging himself out of his leather jacket, revealing a tight button up and rolled sleeves. With the jacket off, you had a better sight of just how fit he was, muscles everywhere. You swallowed a gulp, not sure what great idea he was referring to and not fully deciding what emotion you were feeling now – fear, lust, both?

Your body made the decision for you as heat panged between your legs along with wetness. You squeezed your thighs together to alleviate some of it – a small gesture he also picked up on, the smirk on his face growing wider. “I’ll be honest, I’m used to a different kind of reaction when I meet women at work. Gotta say, I’m not complaining.” He separated your legs slightly and dipped two fingers between them under your skirt,, rubbing you gently through your panties. A gasp escaped your lips and you squirmed against the movement. “Atta girl.” He praised, using his free hand to hold you by your chin, making sure you were looking directly at him. 

The coiling pleasure between your legs had your head going a little hazy, eyes locking with his. ‘Fuck he’s handsome.’ Your nipples began to harden under your work blouse, as you took in his features further. 

His fingers sped up their pace, and he tightened his grip on your chin so he could lean in, whispering just against the corner of your lips, teasing a kiss. “Such a pretty, pretty girl.” His lips met your cheek softly, before he slipped his fingers into your panties, dragging slick from your hole up to rub against your clit more easily.

The change in sensation coupled with his words had you spilling over the edge, whining as your orgasm crashed into you, leaving your legs shivering. Leon pulled back, giving you a moment to catch your breath. He crossed his arms over his chest and flopped back against the couch casually. “So….now that we’ve established some rapport, are you ready to answer my questions about project D?” 

In a moment of post-pleasure clarity, your brain had finally processed the situation, leaving you shameful, embarrassed, and aggravated. “Of course not!” You said between pants.

His face morphed into thought before a realization overcame him, like a light bulb went off in his head. “You’re lucky I like ‘em hard to get.” He moved to unbutton your blouse, grabbing the knife off the floor to slice your bra open, both breasts spilling out. “So here’s how it’s going to work.” He made his way down to your skirt, unzipping the side and slipping it down your legs. “I already told you, I don’t like hurting women – but I never leave a mission without getting the intel I need..” He used the knife to make quick work of your panties as well, leaving you in nothing but your button up, slung open and dangling off your arms along with what was left of your bra. “So I’m gonna use another method to get you to talk.” 

You had a good idea of what his plan was going to be, and if you were honest the primal part of your brain was turned on in anticipation.  The working part of your brain still kept your lips sealed. “Try whatever you want, I won’t speak.” “We’ll see about that.” He unhooked you for a moment so he could flip you around, face to the wall. Expecting to hear the sound of his pants unzipping, you were surprised when instead he moved to lay down beneath you, and then it finally clicked what he was planning to do. “The safeword is ‘I’ll tell you.’ The catch is Princess, you gotta actually tell me what I need, otherwise I may have to keep this up.”

You didn’t get the opportunity to protest as his strong arms wrapped around your legs, pulling your wet cunt down against his face, tongue already darting out to lap at your sensitive clit. The sensation of the stubble rubbing against your thighs along with the wriggling muscle against your most sensitive spot made you whimper and moan, wanting to grab hold of something but being unable to in your bound state. 

Already more sensitive than usual from your first orgasm, it didn’t take long before you were grinding down onto his face riding out a second one. Unlike before though, he didn’t give you a moment to rest, holding your thighs in place tightly he continued to lap at your sensitive bud, making you scream. Your wrists yanked against their confines fruitlessly, your legs desperately wiggled, but he kept you exactly where he wanted you, as he continued to eat you like you were the last meal he’d ever have – third orgasm quickly being ripped from you faster than the previous one. “N-no can’t, too much.” Tears spilled from your eyes and stained your cheeks as he didn’t let up, your legs were quivering, muscles tight and sore, his belt digging into your wrists. “P-please….can’t….can’t any–” you were cut off with a choked whimper as your fourth erupted from your aching pussy. Never having had so many back to back, your body felt exhausted, brain not able to come up with any  more coherent thoughts. 

Luckily, he stopped this time for a moment, releasing the bruising grip on your legs and adjusting you so he could talk. You could see the upper half of his face, looking up at you between your legs, which wouldn’t stop shaking with aftershocks. “Look at you, only four in and you’re already sobbing and begging. Such a sweet-tasting girl isn’t made to be so stubborn, are you ready to say the words?” His voice was silk as he rubbed your leg softly adding to the temptation. 

You defiantly shook your head, lip jutting out in a pout, as tempting as it was, you weren’t ready to lose your life or career over this – but your will was wavering, especially between the different sensations of pleasure and pain from the ache in your arms. “Suit yourself.” He said, tucking himself between your legs again, returning to his position underneath you. One arm wrapped itself back around  your leg, but he had different plants for the other one, working it around so he could line his fingers up at your entrance, sliding two of them in until it reached the leather of his fingerless gloves, as he started sucking on your clit. 

Your velvety walls clamped down over the digits, the sensation beyond overwhelming as he began to pump them in and out, pleasuring new spots within you. Your brain finally short-circuited and began to imagine what it would be like with someone else inside of you, stretching you open. “L-leon…” you moaned out his name for the first time as he continued to work your hole, and suck on your too-sensitive pearl of nerves. Skilled fingers easily found that special spot that sent you reeling, curling them upwards to make sure each movement stimulated it.

In tandem with the external pleasure of his mouth, the last of your resolve crumbled. You came for the fifth time, head flung back, chanting his name like a prayer. This time when he didn’t stop, you couldn’t take it anymore, too tired, teary, overwhelmed, and exhausted. “St-stop…stop……I can’t……I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you.” You sobbed out. 

As promised his movements ceased immediately. “You sure?” You nodded in confirmation between sniffles. He slid out from under you, wiping his mouth with his sleeve before unhooking your sore arms from the wall, lying you down on your back, facing him. He removed the belt while you caught your breath, before he massaged the reddening marks on your wrists. “See? I knew a girl like you couldn’t be that stubborn. Now….ready to talk about project D?” You nodded again hesitantly. The next smile that graced his features seemed genuine, and while it was likely a trap you couldn’t help but fall for it, much too empty-headed to think about any potential consequences. 

Immediately you were answering every question he had to your best ability in your dreamlike state, he nodded eagerly and praised you for each good answer as he continued rubbing your body in a massage working from bottom to top, pressing small kisses against your skin as he went. He stopped after placing a brief one to your lips, which you pressed into without thinking.  The actions were effective, so much so you hadn’t even noticed you’d fallen asleep. 

When you woke a while later, the lab was still dark but the computer had been turned back on casting a light over to you. You could see Leon, sitting in front of it, a harddrive plugged in obviously canceling and copying the data transfer. Once Leon noticed you were awake he made his way back over to you, sitting on the end of the couch. “Sleep well?” You didn’t immediately respond, not fully ready to process everything that had just happened – like directly handing over intel to the enemy. “It won’t be safe to stay here now. Why don’t you come with me out of here – with my connections come certain protections. I’ll even buy you dinner so we can discuss keeping you safe.”

“Dinner, really? Do you offer that to all the ladies you go down on during missions?”  

He chuckled, “Only the ones I like” He leaned forward to rub his thumb over your cheek, causing your face to flush again. “Besides,I am nothing if not a gentleman and would never leave a damsel to distress.”  You rolled your eyes at the corny comment, but upon realizing he was right you agreed. “Fine. Dinner.”

“Atta girl.” He gave you a chaste kiss before returning to grab the harddrive from the computer and giving you a chance to fix your disheveled state.

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[bandsandwristbands]

it’s me ur bbgrill tell me yuor 1-4 headcanons rn

gettin grilled by the bbgrill

Level 1!

hhhh i mean canon does not give much to work with imo

Firstly Lee and Gaara are massive shit talkers.

Lee got that chronic pain, dawg, like regular shooting pains and nerve issues but he doesn't say anything cuz he doesn't want anyone to worry or feel bad(👀Gaara *cough*)

Gaara ups his tai jutsu training (I think this is canon in filler lol) but Lee helps him out by sending over reference material all the time. The homies tell Lee that he's overdoing it but Gaara keeps and studies everything Lee sends.

Speaking of studying I think Gaara had to study hard for the bureaucratical aspects of the Kazekage spot. (Probably mostly shadowed Baki for a long time) Like strength is a given but he was totally on his own when it came to education and diplomatic stuff because he was pushed through the academy purely through fear and nepotism. Not to say he isn't smart, once he starts in on something he's similar to Lee in that he goes all in, it becomes a whole aspect of his personality.

Level 2 💥

Sorry but Gaara still has mood swings and struggles to regulate his emotions. He masks real well, king of compartmentalize and dissociate lol but mans lashes out sometimes. Especially before shukaku is extracted like he canonically is not allowed to sleep his neural pathways are fried. He does try to not let it on to anyone because it Freaks People Out for obvious reasons. (The gaalee here is that Lee doesn't gaf about moodswings because he is also TooMuch sometimes, just a very accepting guy so he's someone Gaara can be less under tight emotional control with and he tries to offer healthy outlets hiii gay thoughts and mushy feelings)

Also he cries way easily, sometimes he just chillin and he's like aw fuck not again, cuz the fatigue and stress manifests or just feeling generally overwhelmed(*references 1(one) scene in shippuden*)

Level 3 !

Gaara is a brat, a little shit, a bit of an instigator even. Lee is one of the only people who can really challenge him on his attitude when he's being a menace. Temari and Kankuro too but Gaara knows how to push their buttons too well loll

I mean the guy definitely misuse his authority sometimes (usually for the greater good but sometimes just to be sneaky)

Lee is spiteful and has a greedy streak in the sense that if he wants to go for something, he doesn't gaf if he 'deserves it' he'll earn that shit for himself and then rub it in your face but somehow be polite about it. Utilizes malicious compliance often.

Gaara is a picky eater, certain textures bother him and specific foods he just won't eat, he later explains to Lee that he's been poisoned a few times and even the smell of certain foods makes him feel violently ill as a result. It tasted fine when he ate it at first but his body remembers the pain and fear quite vividly. Lee goes out of his way to be courteous of this. Alternatively Lee will eat anything on principle of not being wasteful.

Level 4!! (The ones im slow cookin at all times)

HELLO RELIGION/CULTURE HCS Gaara gets into reviving old Suna traditions and sponsors more regular celebrations to rebuild a sense of community outside of the military state previous Kazekages had been building. (This wins over a lot of Old Head civilians because they remember when practicing and appreciating their religious figures was commonplace) In general Suna becomes a lot more colorful and lively especially in the years post war. Art and clothing and jewelry actually becomes a pretty decent trade asset. The regular big celebrations encourage more tourism, helps the economy and helps with their perceptions as this harsh, conservative village.

Also his Mom was from the aboriginal tribes of Suna and so getting connected with that part of himself feels like getting closer to her.

Lee Officially Courts Gaara following Sunan tradition (w/ lots of help from Tem, Kank, team Gai) in front of the whole village, my guy is a romantic and audacious af and really it sweeps Gaara right up off his feet.

Established relationship, Gaara is seriously outrageous with PDA, very much likes to flex his Lee because he didn't think he'd ever have anything close to a loving partner and Lee eats it up(blushing profusely). They're so gross and in love that whoever invites them anywhere will receive a formal warning about their behavior.

The sand sibs have a punk band together for funsies. It's mostly Kanks hobby, but post chuunin Baki shares a couple old man cd's with them and they just start banging out songs here and there to spend more time together and process their feelings in an abstract way.

(I project my gender onto Gaara a lil too; uses he/him cuz that's what everyone is used to but doesn't necessarily think of himself as anything specific genderwise, he was just a monster for twelve years afterall. Dabbles with feminity sometimes but doesn't think too hard about it.)

[bestworstcase]

hi, I was the anon who asked this: [Which led me thinking, Yang has a lot of parallels with the villains, notably, Adam, Cinder, and Salem. What do you think is the ideal route of Yang during volume 4?] I probably didn't phrase that right. Uh, I was a bit dissatisfied with Yang's arc at volume 4. I know it wasn't supposed to be comfortable since it shows Tai's and Yang's traumas but it wasn't the good kind of bad. I guess I wanted more things to be added to Yang's arc in volume 4 or for some things to be slightly adjusted. Like in the DC comics, there was a character named Madame Mallari who helped Yang, she's an old lady who's a doctor and has prosthetic legs. It got me thinking that if she really was supposed to be part of canon then why show it late? If there are other people who can give Yang support then why didn't they show it at Vol 4? What if something bad happened to Yang while Tai was at Signal (it is to my belief that Signal was still operational since it was located in Patch)?

I am just uncomfortable with it especially when the show frames that it's somehow Yang's fault for rushing at Adam when there is no either choice left. I admit that it may be quite unreasonable for me to think like that. Anyways, sorry for the rant.

Uh, did you know that magical artifacts in RWBY existed? It was established in one of the games. Apparently, one of the artifacts was capable of controlling some Grimm and it was wielded by one of Salem's agent in Mistral. It got me thinking that since magic is hereditary, does that mean one of the Schnee's ancestor got an artifact and somehow made their semblances hereditary and the same throughout the generations?

this is an older post, but i still stand by it.

i don’t disagree with (most) of your take on her v4 arc: i don’t think the narrative framing is at all that it’s yang’s fault she got hurt, and i also (as outlined in the linked post) don’t think we’re intended to agree with tai’s assessment of what he saw in yang during the vytal tournament fights, which is what he bases his advice on because that’s the only thing he saw, but yang’s isolation and the dearth of support she receives during this very vulnerable time in her life are indeed uncomfortable. my feeling though is that discomfort is a feature, not a bug.

like, in V2, yang recounts one of her childhood memories to blake that involved her waiting for tai to leave the house before she put her three- or four-year-old baby sister in a wagon and left to wander through the woods for hours before anyone found them. yang would have been five or six years old. so we know that tai often left the girls at home alone when they were very young. probably he was leaving to go to work, a predictable circumstance with a regular schedule, so why didn’t he arrange childcare during the day? why didn’t they go to a neighbor’s house or a daycare or preschool? why didn’t he hire a babysitter? why leave two very small children at home alone in a cabin in the middle of grimm-infested woods?

there’s a through line between tai’s neglect of the girls back then and the way he treats yang in V4. and in V4, it is abundantly clear that yang does not feel comfortable enough with her dad to show him emotional vulnerability or rely on him for… anything except combat training, really; the only time yang really opens up in V4 is with oobleck and port, who (unlike tai) ask her how she’s feeling and validate her feelings and are also visibly horrified by the really harsh way tai talks to his daughter.

i haven’t read the DC comics and my understanding is they’re not canon? but based on yang’s anecdote in V2 and what tai does in V4, i think the answer to “if yang was supposed to have more support, why didn’t it happen in V4?” is probably that she wasn’t; and the answer to “why didn’t she get more support” is that tai is neglectful and also displaces how he feels about raven onto yang to a harmful degree. yang feels like he expects her to just pop on the prosthetic arm he surprised her with and magically be okay overnight because that is… how tai acts.

in a lot of ways it’s akin to what weiss goes through in V4—tai is not nearly as bad as jacques, but he is neglectful and his ‘tough love’ does hurt yang’s feelings and his singular focus on only her physical recovery does lasting emotional harm that she’s only now, in V9, beginning to confront. and in V5, weiss gets yang to open up with her by telling yang about her dad abusing her family and watching her mom disappear into an alcoholic shell of herself, which makes yang feel understood.

because weiss’ home life isn’t exactly the same but it resonates with yang; she and ruby grew up taking care of qrow when he was blackout drunk and their dad wasn’t around and didn’t make arrangements for them to be taken care of while he was working. and weiss—who is very empathetic and emotionally insightful, see also her clear and accurate understanding of why blake left—has picked up on enough hints, read enough between the lines of what little yang and ruby said about their dad at beacon, to have known this story would resonate.

like a big part the reason i like yang’s V4 arc is it explores the many ways tai fails her in a way that feels cogent with what we learned about him in V2. it shows both the acute trauma of having lost her arm but also the much subtler and more complicated scars of having been neglected and parentified by her dad throughout her life.

anyways!

i have watched the grimm campaign, yeah. the magical artifacts are interesting on the grounds that they rely on aura to activate them, same as dust, which imo supports my theory that aura is magic, just rising from the human soul rather than reliant on the gods, and that ancient humans did not have aura because it was suppressed or bound by the divine blessings.

i’m also inclined to think that there’s always or at least often a hereditary element to semblances, because they’re informed by a person’s nature and identity and those things are influenced by your family; the directly hereditary and also exceptionally versatile schnee semblance is i think probably the result of a really strong identification with the family and a belief in the hereditary semblance, with the versatility coming from individual variations getting passed down generation to generation. one schnee had a speed semblance, another could summon constructs of fallen foes, but it looked superficially similar so the schnees have always believed these diverse abilities to be the same semblance and taught each other how to do everything. belief makes it so. i think semblances are a lot more malleable than anyone gives them credit for, in or out of universe.

[zeezelweazel]

|Yellowjackets| I'm not crazy|

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I had this idea at like 1am and I had to write it down

This show is so underated like I'm literally hooked, one of the best tv shows that came out in a long time

Also I tried to do this a bit differently than the others, I hope it worked

Expect more yellowjackets ofc <3

Characters Included : Lottie, Shauna

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• Lottie •

[ set between season 1 and season 2 ]

You are stranded in the damn wilderness. You are hungry and scared and lost but at least you have your friends and your girlfriend. You will support eachother. You will help eachother.

Lottie though... she isn't really helping. Now in the beginning you wanted to be understanding because you know about her mental illness. The talking to the trees and listening to the wind was alright but it has now gotten completely out of hand. The others worshiping her is making everything worse. When you saw her try to put her blood to the tea she makes and give it to Travis and Natalie you were done. Someone has to stop this.

You grabbed her wrist before she could do anything and pulled her away. Nat looked at you with a thankful expression. Lottie on the other hand seemed hurt and confused.

"I wasn't done. I need to make sure the wilderness brings them back safe-"

You suppressed the urge to scoff and only sighed, rubbing your temples.

"Do you really believe that Lottie? Like, you actually think that your damn blood and a few leaves are going to guarantee their safety?"

You didn't mean to sound so harsh really, but you were seeing your girlfriend decent into whatever cult bullshit this was and it was frustrating you to no end. You noticed Lottie looking around and nervously playing with her fingers just like she always used to do. The you heard her mumble something as she turned to leave.

"What did you say?"

You didn't expect her to turn around so abruptly but you definitely didn't expect to see tears in her eyes.

"I thought you weren't like the others. But you think I'm crazy don't you?"

"No Lot I don't think you're fucking crazy I just- this is creepy okay? I know that you're ill but you're scaring me."

Lottie took a deep breath and blinked back her tears. Suddenly she looked calm.

"If I'm scaring you so much maybe we shouldn't be together anymore."

You couldn't get another word out before she disappeared, quickly making her escape by going to the attic of the cabin.

• Shauna •

[ set after season 2 episode 7 ]

Your relationship with Sauna had it's ups and downs but after everything that happened out here you've grown closer. So close that you were under the impression that Shauna would want to talk to you about what happened with the baby. Or let you comfort her at least.

It was obvious she was not willing to let herself be comforted by anyone and Tai told you it'd be better to give her space. She would handle this her way.

Well you didn't know that her way consisted of beating the shit out of Lottie. You wanted to pull her of but you, alongside everyone else in the cabin, were frozen in shock and fear.

After Shauna seemed to run out rage she went outside, with you following behind.

"Shauna what the fuck!?"

Shauna only spared you a glance after that she continued looking at the trees in front of her, like she was annoyed by your presence. This didn't help you calm down, it only made things worse.

"You almost beat Lottie to death, are you even sorry? Don't you want to know how she's doing? Help Misty take care of your mess-"

"So what if she dies? We'll have food and then maybe the rest of them will stop thinking that they can talk to the damn pine needles."

You were shocked and hurt. This isn't the sweet girl you had a crush on. This isn't the girl that was so willing to help everyone after the crash. Her eyes are empty now and when you see emotions swirling behind them it's something dark and scary.

"Shauna you're acting off."

She scoffed, getting up to get back inside.

"If you're going to call me crazy at least say it straight up."

She had lost her child and her best friend. She had to do horrible things to survive. But so did you and you've never done something like this. You've never felt this darkness that everyone seems to have let inside. You also thought the same about Shauna, just a few days ago. The thought that she lost her soul so fast scares you because you know that it's not long before you are in her place.

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[totallyexhausted]

No Title Yet

Snippet of the Hirano sickfic with his parents that i promised and am NOW working on.... along with the Kagi one where he calls Hirano to ask him to come get him.... basically i need motivation and to force myself through his writer's block so, pleasssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee halp....

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“Are you sure you feel okay, sweetheart?”

“Hm. Yeah, sorry… just tired,” Hirano said softly, glancing down at his meal, picking through the contents slowly. He normally loved his mother’s cooking, but right now, right now, Hirano was sure if he put anything else in his stomach, despite the minuscule amounts he’d eaten, he’d vomit. And vomiting wasn’t something he wanted to do – his parents had been looking forward to him visiting, his father taking off work in order to spend time with him; they had plans, things to do… and ruining that by getting sick… well, that would just make the teenager feel like a bad son.

            But it was getting harder now. So fucking hard to concentrate, to see the food on the table clearly, or keep his head up. Everything felt way too hot; and even though the 17-year-old planned on excusing himself to turn in earlier for the night to fight off whatever the hell was wrong with him, he was pretty sure he was reaching the point where he’d no longer be able to stand properly. Everything felt like jelly; weak and shaky… his stomach in his throat every time he caught a glimpse of the food in front of him clearly. His head killing him, the bright lights hanging over the table piercing his eyes. Everything was spinning.

            Hirano groaned, dropping his head against his hand, closing his eyes briefly as his mother asked him something. Something moved to his right before a firm hand pressed against his cheek, sweeping over his forehead, brushing the bangs away from his face. Hirano groaned again as the cool touch wiped at the dampness across his forehead, and he felt the chopsticks slip through his fingers. He tried opening his eyes again, but the second they met the harsh lights above, the teenager clenched them shut, breathing lowly as someone pulled him back.

            “Taiga,” His father’s voice gentle against his ear as more things were shuffled and another hand ghosted across his forehead. His mother’s voice suddenly next to him, her hand running through his hair, “Sweetheart, you’re ill…”

            Hirano shook his head slowly, the movement jarring and difficult, as an arm braced behind his shoulders, a hand on his chest, pulling him up slowly. The teenager groaned as everything shifted, “M’f’ne…”

            Everything was hot. Nauseating and dizzy. The environment was moving around him behind closed lids, and Hirano forced them open as his father called him again. The moment light touched his eyes, the 17-year-old gagged roughly, having no warning before lurching forward, vomit spewing from his mouth as he struggled to remain upright. Whatever happened next was a giant blur. Nauseating and hot… everything felt wet and gross… and the smell was enough to make him gag.

            He wasn’t entirely aware of where he was until his head smacked against his father’s shoulder, a wet rag pressed against his forehead, another on the back of his neck. He felt warm water wash over his back, the smell of soap hitting his nostrils, and the 17-year-old whimpered. Soft fingers running through his hair, more water running across his back, and the sound of his mother humming softly.

             A calloused hand removing the rag from his neck before replacing it a minute later, and Hirano opened his eyes slowly as his head was tilted back gently, warm water poured over his hair. He squinted as the bathroom tile met him, bright and painful. He glanced towards his father, leaning over the bathtub… (puking in bathtub.)

“It’s alright, Taiga. It’s alright, son. Your mother and I will clean you up… you’re okay. Just get it up, Tai.”

            Tai. A nickname Hirano only heard when his father was worried about him. One that the teenager had come to associate with the idea that something was wrong...

Basically Hirano gets WRECKED, and we learn where Hirano gets his caring side.

Then with Kagi, Kagi gets really ill, and Hirano takes care of his sweet Kouhai... until he takes him to the hospital.... Snippet below:

...Since Kagiura came from a big family, he was probably used to having someone stay or sit with him while sick… Hirano always wanted to be alone when sick, but he never minded if someone was in the same room either. Whenever he felt really bad, he’d fall asleep to his mother holding his hand and stroking his hair or his father rubbing his back softly. But that had only happened a few times, the last being a year ago when he got really ill while visiting his parents over break. They wound up taking him to the hospital, and Hirano’s pretty sure he remembered puking in their car, and his parents bathing him at one point. Not really something the teenager tried to remember given how horrible he felt and how much he scared his parents...

The same feeling washed over Hirano as Kagiura grabbed at his shirt, threading his fingers through the material slowly. The older swallowed, pulling Kagiura closer as the younger groaned, his head smacking against Hirano’s chest.

The same protectiveness Hirano felt earlier. The need to shield him from the bystanders at the station, or the on-lookers on the train, or the people passing by the convenient store… the same feeling now, wanting to hold him close, and protect him from a sickness the older couldn’t prevent or from anyone who might barge into their dorm room. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant feeling, almost like panicked anger… but it wasn’t one Hirano really wanted to go away. Not right now. Not when Kagiura was relying on him in more ways than one...

“You’re rather good at taking care of people it seems, Hirano,”

“Shut up, Hanzawa. Kagiura! I need you to open your eyes and look at me.”

“H’no?”

“Hey, yeah. It’s me.”

“…S’hot…”

“I know. Hanzawa and I are gunna take you to the hospital. Your fever’s really high, Kagi-kun.”

“Such a sweet little nickname-”

“Are you going to help or are you just gunna talk all night? Grab his jacket, will you?”

“Kagi, I’m gunna help you up, okay?”

The younger groaned as Hirano moved his arm around his shoulders gently, pulling him in a sitting position, Kagiura’s head smacking against the older’s chest. He gagged roughly, spit trailing from his mouth along with the pitiful amount of water Hirano had gotten him to drink. (pukes on bedsheets - Hanzawa changes them while they are out).

“You’re okay, Kagi-kun… It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”  

(Hirano cleans him up as Kagi clings to him)

Kagi - “…dn’t… feel w-well.”

“I know. When we get to the hospital, you’ll start to feel a lot better, okay? I-I promise, Akira.”

[random-thoughts4u]

Headcanons about how Keigo Takami (BNHA), Taishiro Toyomitsu (BNHA), and Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies) would confess to gn reader?

GN! READER HC confessions, falling in love scenarios♡

Ok, so this idea is SO CUTE, and you picked such wonderful men too 💗 I hope you enjoy this list. Sorry it took so long! 😊 I hope you don't mind me adding how you met them as well for a bit of a more realistic touch 🥺💙

I wanted a bit more story building! 🐰

I really hope I did them justice. These are a few of my comfort characters 🥺

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♡Keigo Takami♡

❤️ He remembers the first day he saw you. The way you made your way into the bar, he would frequently gather new information. Something about you light up the room. His eyes were stuck for a moment, but he soon shook it off. He had a job to do.

❤️ Months had passed, and he still thought of your face. If only he knew how close he was to seeing you. Then there you stood one day. A sparkling image in the small office space besides another pro hero. You were the newest intern. A glint of excitement shone behind his eyes as his curious gaze greedily took in every ounce of you. Almost as of feeding this growing hunger inside of him.

❤️It takes this man days to become attached to you. It seemed as if every day he was bumping into you in the hall or in need of your help for some obscure task that you're absolutely sure he'd be able to do alone. He never came across as aggressive or creepy. No. He was sweet, gentle.

❤️He respects your bounds as best as he can. There are times he messes up, but that's just part of living. You better bet he'd do what he could to make you comfortable once again. He was learning how to love.

❤️It was a warm spring day when it happened. You were out in the field with him. A small smile graced his features as he held his hand out to you.

❤️Trusting this man with everything you had, you took it. The way his palm cradled your hands had your heart exploding in your chest.

❤️ Noticing the change in your demeanor, he scooped you into his arms. His wings spread wide, creating a gentle gust around you both before the ground below left your feet.

❤️But you weren't scared. Those golden hues lovingly gazing at the city line soon pointed at you. He chuckled before speaking.

"I know it's a bit out of nowhere, but you are one of the most amazing individuals I have ever had the pleasure of meeting."

❤️ With that, a deep scarlet bruised your cheeks as your eyes glistened in want. Every bit of you felt electrified as he rambled on about how kind your were, and what you made him feel.

"I guess... I'm asking if you want to be my partner. Not like a hero team, ya know?"

❤️ As you process his question, your mind didn't even register the roof under your shoes. The only thing you could focus on was the sheepish grin on the man's face. It's not the one he usually wears. Oh no, this one was far better. It was real.

❤️All you could do was toss an arm around him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

"I take it, that's a yes?" You rolled your eyes before he lifted your chin with his pointer finger, holding your gazes together.

"Yes, it is smartass~," was all you said as he lightly brushed his nose against your cheek.

❤️Your new nicknames have become "Babybird," "Sunflower," "Angel," "Dollface."

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♡ Taishiro Toyomitsu ♡

🍑You first met Tai after a recent villain attack. He was relentless chasing down the villain that had decided to come into your shop of all places. Well, more like the villain Canon balled through the bricks.

🍑 Pro hero Fatgum, as you'd learned about through various news outlets, had burst through the now shattered wall with a smoking fist. The size of the now small hole was left a missing wall at this point. Dust surrounding you forced a harsh cough from your lungs. Quickly grabbing the attention of the villain.

🍑 Fatgums eyes widened as he saw you trying to hide behind the remains of the front desk of your business. Everyone was supposed to have been evacuated. How were you still here?

🍑Shaking it off, his intense gaze focuses on the villain. Before you could blink, the large hero had dived over the man completely engulfing him with his quirk. The villains arms helplessly waved out as he was swolled hole.

🍑After that day, he found himself checking in in you. He'd profusely apologize about the wall while simultaneously scolding you for not following orders to leave the area. You explained you'd recently broken your phone and had been cleaning with your headphones in. There was no warning for you.

🍑He felt the obligation to look after you, seeing as how oblivious you could be. He'd find himself inviting you out day by day.

🍑It happened during the stat festival. He stared at you with bright eyes, full of joy. A chuckle leaves your lips, and his heart does flips. Before he could stop himself, he asked.

🍑His words flowed smoothly, as they usually did when he became serious. A large hand light drags along your jawline as you both share a gaze. "I'm not sure how to ask this, but I'd be honored to have you as mine.."

🍑His face was burning a deep crimson as his eyes flickered away sheepishly. His heart roared behind his chest as his shaking hand did their best to steady along your jaw.

🍑A timid smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you playfully reach out to him. Your hand cradles something. A gift for him.

🍑He nervously reaches down, holding his palm up to you. There, you sit a small piece of candy. It's the same brand he'd first given you the day you met.

🍑His hand classes over the candy as he gives you a toothy grin. "I'll do all I can for you, sweetheart! I promise."

🍑That's where your story began.

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♡Rei Suwa♡

🔫 It was another day at the playground for Rei. He found himself frequenting the area for a reason he himself didn't know. Maybe the peace after everyone left and the sun was down made him feel serene.

🔫He headed to the swing, a cigarette loosely hung from his lips as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. His fingers play with the lighter that sat inside his pants.

🔫That's when he noticed something. A figure with their back facing him, sitting on his swing. A soft voice hummed out from them, pulling the man in. Curiously, he listened, crossing both arms over his chest to help him relax.

🔫 Whatever spell you had him under was working. He'd come back every other night to find you there. Singing the same song to yourself. He couldn't stop himself from sitting beside you tonight. Silently, he listened as you continued.

🔫Over a year had passed of you both enjoying one anothers company in the late night. He'd even asked you to go places with him after a few months of this ritual.

🔫Rei had become infatuated with you and the peace you brought him. Pretty soon, he had realized he'd fallen deep. Worry laced his eyes as his usually aloof demeanor flakes away. Fear, for a moment, flashes behind his orbs.

🔫He let his guard down. With a small sigh of relief he gave in, wrapping his beds blanket tightly around you both. It wasn't unusual for him to do this, so you responded just as you always did. You snuggled against the crook of his neck as he ran circles along your spine.

🔫 "I think you already know what I want to ask you." Was all he managed to say as his smooth voice lulled you into a safe haven. You smiled against his neck before allowing your eyes to slip shut.

🔫You sat still, finally feeling the wave of relief hit you as he let himself feel. You responded simply by humming, as you did often during moments like these. New feelings, experienced for the first time. It had to be slow. Words weren't needed. Only feelings. For the both of you had beaten down hearts. He knew to take this as acceptance. With that, he placed a small kiss on top of your head as he held you against him.

🔫You will never be hurt. Not anymore. Not if he can help it.

[bengiyo]

Hi! I'm here for the ask game and ready for you to choose violence! I'm interested in questions #3, 12, 18, and 25. If you don't mind, I want to narrow these questions to BL only, unless you have a particularly violent non-BL answer that's too good not to share. I don't have any specific BLs in mind, but if a restriction like "only those that finished or will finish airing this year" or "not this year" is interesting or productive, have at it. Thanks!

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I'm just gonna keep talking about La Pluie. I saw multiple reactions calling most of episode 8 boring. I am sorry, but if you came to the show interrogating the concept of soulmates and were bored because the two romantic leads said that they choose each other even if they aren't destined to be together, I think you are too jaded and need to take a break from romance.

Sincerely, it baffles me to see people engaging with genre stories and seemingly getting mad that a show is playing around with the conventions of the drama. The spoiler culture brain rot is destroying media literacy and it really makes me sad that it seems like we're chasing the high of something new and unexpected. This on the website of the people reading the same kind of fanfic for the umpteenth time to get their fix.

I just don't get going into romance and being mad that they're doing the big romance things in a show literally about big romance.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I am going to interpret this to mean a character that the fandom doesn't like, and not just someone that folks don't know about. I could write about Uncle Man from 21 Days Theory, and I've already written about Framboise.

So I'm going to write about Korn from UWMA. Sometimes I will say on the podcast that "y'all don't like gay men when we're not pretty, funny, sexy, or entertaining." I have to suffer through comments about how Kao is a bad actor or that Korn sucks all the time, and both are wrong. Y'all just don't care about the stoic gay boys that try their damndest to pass and quietly suffer.

Korn is a tragic character because he was trying to be the man that he was expected to be, and then Intouch came along. He was harsh to Intouch throughout much of their romance because he knew what he was going to do. You can see the pain leaking out of that man's eyes the entire time. Intouch tried to save him. Hell, they brought Perth Tanapon to cry about their deaths to hammer home how sad the whole thing was.

It just makes me really sad sometimes around here that we're only ever going to get worked up about the loud and flamboyant characters, or the especially pretty and charming ones.

I am here for characters like Korn (UWMA), Mamoru (Kabe Koji), Shiro (WDYEY), Mitsuru (EY), Teh (IPYTM), Cairo (Gameboys), Shin (3WBF), Inthawut (180DLPTU), and many more.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Currently, I feel some kinda way about how people keep looking for reasons to hate Patts in La Pluie, as if his ideal partner signalling is somehow to be mistrusted. It's just a bit sad for me that folks seem determined to hate the lead in this.

I don't really ever get second lead syndrome that often, so everyone on the Lomfon-Tai train confuses me. Lomfon is RUDE, and I do not fuck with that boy.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Not a specific complaint, but I've said many times around here that I really hate when folks abuse the tools of criticism to say that they didn't like something. Y'all really don't need to pathologize why you don't like something and reach for flaws in the storytelling or production to justify why you don't like something.

We are a niche fandom. We are not seeing the huge sums of money poured into our productions that huge setpieces are going to get. Y'all need to show a little fucking grace to the creators bringing these things to us.

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

[neuroticbookworm]

La Pluie Episode 7 Ramblings

Okay, why does my mind immediately envision Patts and Tien being an absolute menace duo in the future, pulling pranks and teasing everyone else in the family? Gimme that in-law friendship, that found family dynamics, please and thank you ^^

Lol, Bow and Kung are on the cusp of an enemies-to-lovers arc, with a side of there's-only-one-bed. Love it, love it, love it.

The moment I see Lomfon on my screen, every muscle in my body tenses. He's a loose canon and I must always be ready for whatever curveball he might throw at me at any moment

Patts is still flexing his flirting prowess every chance he gets, good to know

Tien when it comes to details: a literal airhead Tien when it comes to reading people: a perceptive genius I love him so much, it's not even funny anymore

"You got me wrong" Did he though, Lomfon? DID HE?

Me: *sees cat on screen* Awwwwwwwwwww

Wait, Tai has a cat right? Who's catsitting when he's on this mountain frolic with his soulmate and his brother?

See, I knew it. I KNEW IT. Patts and Tien will have an amazing friendship. They're already finishing each other's sentences, it's so wholesome

Bow is gonna chuck those plates at the wall, I'm calling it

Lmaoo this is even better, she absconded after making a mess, with Kung in tow xD

For the love of all rain gods, Bow is literally spelling it out for him and Tai is still denying it? Maybe I am the one who needs to chuck some plates at the wall

Not Tien and Lomfon's conversation playing out exactly as I thought it would TT. You tell him Tien, tell that overanalytic nerd that he can't calculate his way into love, he has to (also) feel it in his heart

Andddddd here he is feeling it, mere seconds later

"Did I wake you?" he asks, laying in a room that is brighter than the sun -_-

Well that was ...spicy. Moving on

Holy shit, is that the ex-girlfriend? What the fuck is she doing here?!

Omg omg omg I did not anticipate this particular mess to show up this week, I was too focused on Lomfon omg omg omg

WAIT WHY DO I RECOGNIZE THIS GRASSY PLACE? FROM THE TRAILER? Is this where Tai sees Patts kiss somebody?

Anddddd there it is, the misunderstood kiss that he did not initiate -_-

I'm sorry Lomfon, I was too harsh on you, you were not my biggest problem this week. Maybe next week, it will be your time to shine

I gotta say, I feel a little let down. One thing I was loving about this show was how logical every action seemed. Every character behaved intelligently, and was emotionally mature to read subtexts in a conversation. The ending feels like a cheap trick the writers need not have pulled. I had almost forgotten that a "cheating kiss" was in the trailer. They could've gotten Patts and Tai to the top of that mountain some other way. Anyway, hopefully they make it work next week *shrugs*

[faofinn]

DAY 23: "you'll have to go through me"

@febuwhump

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Harrison had promised Tai he'd meet him after work, but he'd just not shown up. With the pair of them working, and Steve not, he'd picked the boys up from school so they were all sorted.

Tai bed sat in the car park for half an hour before heading over, concerned by his partners lack of replies. They’d changed over, Fao was still waiting for a bed on the ward, and Harrison was nowhere to be found. He'd apparently left a while ago, on time for once, and hadn't spoken to anyone. Tai gave Fao a crappy excuse about crossed wires, and rushed off, his heart pounding in his chest.

The house was dark when Tai finally skidded onto the drive, blinds still drawn. Harrison's car was still on the driveway, so he hadn’t gone far - Tai doubted he would have walked far after his shift; he always struggled after his block and he'd had a few pressure areas flaring recently, blamed on his massive fluctuations in weight.

Tai pushed the front door open, frowning as it swung without the key in. He'd been the last to leave and it had definitely been locked then. The smell of alcohol was so clear in the air, and Tais' heart almost stopped. Hars had been sober for years, he'd had his transplant, knew the risks. Knew how to reach out for help.

“Hars? Love? you home?” He called, flicking the lights on. There was the unmistakable sound of bottles clinking from the living room, a harsh sob following. Tai found himself swallowing past a sudden lump in his throat, dreading what he'd find as he pushed the door.

Harrison was on the floor, in the middle of the room, surrounded by bottles and cans. One of the bottles had smashed, apparently thrown against the wall. Glass littered the floor, but Harrison didn’t even seem to notice. He kept his gaze fixed on them, knuckles white as he clenched his fists on his jeans.

“Hars?” Tai hesitated, before slowly making his way to his partner, crouching by him. At least two of the bottles were opened, and a few of the cans, too. Tai sighed. They didn't need this.

Harrison slowly turned to Tai, tear tracks down his cheeks and eyes red. “Tai.”

He launched himself at Tai, curling tightly into his chest. For all the alcohol around, Tai couldn’t smell any on Harrison, and there was none on his breath. There was a small flicker of hope.

“It’s okay.” Tai said gently. “I’m here.”

Harrison couldn't breathe through the sobs, gripping tighter onto Tai. "I'm sorry."

“It’s alright.” He soothed. “Bad day, huh?”

"I didn't, I promise I didn't." He sobbed, his words catching in his throat. 

“It’s okay. Shall I get rid of it?”

"No." He said quickly, desperation hidden in his tone. 

“It’s not helping you feel any better being sat here staring at it.”

"I need it."

“You don’t need it.”

"I do."

“It’s not going to help, love.” Tai told him. 

"It will."

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

"I can't keep doing this."

“Shh, it’s alright.” Tai murmured, kissing the top of his head. “We’ll get through this.”

"I just wanted a break."

“I know.” 

"I didn't take a drink."

“Well done. Honestly. Why don’t we throw it out, though?”

"What if I need it?"

“You don’t need it.”

"Might do."

“You don’t, love.”

"It would stop the pain." He said quietly. "I don't want to feel it anymore."

“You’d never forgive yourself.” Tai said. “I know it’s hard. It’s gonna be okay. I’ll get Steve to have the kids, and we’ll go to bed and get some rest.”

"I don't want to wake up." He murmured under his breath, sagging against Tai.

It broke Tai’s heart to hear him say that. “I know. But I want you to wake up. You’ll get through this.”

"It just hurts."

“I know it hurts. It’s horrible, you’ve had a shit day.”

"I just want to die." He admitted, pulling back to look at Tai. 

"Not a chance." He tried to joke. "You'll have to go through me to try that, and Steve, even Fao. The lot of us. Tomorrow will be better, we'll get through this."

"Can we go to bed?"

“Yeah. Come on, let me help you up.”

He gritted his teeth as he stood, holding heavily onto Tai. "Fuck."

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, lean on me.”

"I can't."

“It’s okay. Let me do the hard work.”

"No, I can’t. It hurts."

“I know, it won’t be long.”

"I just want it off. And a drink."

“We’ll get it off in a minute.” Tai promised. “Just get to the bedroom.”

Tai's lack of comment about the alcohol hadn't gone unnoticed, and he sighed. "Alright."

“Have you hurt yourself at all?” He asked. “One of the bottles was smashed.”

"I don't think so."

“Good.” He led him upstairs and into their bedroom. “Let’s get you into bed, then.”

With Tai's help, they got themselves sorted for bed, changed and into pyjamas and medications done. Hars took his morphine in the end too, hoping to have some relief. While Tai sat on his phone for a little while, he curled against his chest, needing the comfort. Tai's fingers were gentle in his hair, soothing him and just calming him down. Safe in his arms, he finally fell asleep. 

[silencedrage]

It's been several days since Tai and Van came bursting back into the cabin with @wiskayoks in tow, a miracle in and of itself. Still, Lottie finds her neck craning to look over at the younger boy, like she needs confirmation that he is really there. She admits that before his disappearance, Lottie didn't spend a lot of time thinking about Javi or his place with them in the woods. She had been preoccupied with her visions, with Laura Lee's demise, and trying to hang onto reality by the skin of her teeth. But as the harshness of winter fully settled in, Lottie became the only other witness to Travis' pain. She sent him and Nat out every morning with a blessing of dried herbs and her blood, her way of lending them faith and strength as they braved the outdoors. And every evening, she received them with open arms, even when they came back empty-handed. For Lottie, their survival was enough.

She believes that Travis and Natalie kept coming back because of her help, but she can't say the same about Javi. She just knew somehow that he was still alive out there, this insistent pull in her gut that said so. Even after they had brought home the bloodied, ripped pants and claimed they were Javi's, Lottie knew and it scares her because she doesn't know how she did. But her curiosity is too hard to fight and she drifts over to him quietly, steps light as though approaching a skittish animal. She doesn't say anything, or try to coax him into conversation like the others have been. Lottie can feel the eyes on them, as though waiting for her to perform another miracle but she just sits silently beside him.

Eventually, the attention from the others subsides and Lottie turns her head just slightly toward the boy. "I'm really glad you're okay, Javi," she murmurs. "And I'm sorry I couldn't help them find you sooner," she adds after a long moment. After all, what good were such visions if she couldn't use them to help anyone when it mattered? She doesn't know what else to say or how to explain her feelings, but she hopes he can feel the sheer relief that he lives. If only because it makes her feel a little less insane. Does that make her a bad person, to be so relieved at Javi's survival for what it means for her? She thinks it might but she voices none of that. Instead she tips the last of her 'soup' into his bowl, little more than a couple bear and starling bones boiled in melted snow. But it's precious in these times of scarcity, and she gives it to him freely. "It's okay."

[ladyintree]

@sourfilm sent shelter protect them.

taissa's eyes haven't stopped wandering since she arrived;   every corner of this apartment is painted with van's personality,    parts of which she remembers so clearly,   other parts slightly different than she remembers.    the latter is a harsh reminder of the time they've lost in between,   decades of taissa compartmentalizing her first love and everything that came with it,   the trauma of the woods and the mysteries in her sleep,   all so infectious of the love that was so beautiful,   yet soured by what they were forced to endure,   no matter how they managed to come out on the other side.   it's comfortable here,   knowing van has found a place for herself,   enough to make taissa look at her own life and consider just how well-crafted her own image was.    this looked like van,   but looking around her own home,   no one could really tell who taissa was,   and she preferred it that way.   it makes her wonder what's hiding behind the surface here,   if van is even different now than tai's come to assume.

as she sits on the couch next to van,   eyes finally dry from the blow up they finally came down from,   somehow,   she feels too close and too far away all at once.   van's words repeat in her mind the way they used to when she was younger;   taissa was always so good at shutting down the fight,   convincing both of them that they were fine and they could move on,   but they're older now,   van isn't afraid to call her on her shit,    and taissa's once again reminded that burdening van with her own problems was never fair for her to do.    she shouldn't be here,   and yet,  selfishly,    she wouldn't want to be anywhere else,    too comfortable with the reminder of how van's presence used to make it so easy to pretend she may sleep through the night ---  even though that was rarely ever true.   at least van understood,   and maybe that's all taissa really needed now  ---   someone who saw her,   the person she worked so hard to hide,    but the person van always saw right through anyway.

this is the part where she should say she's sorry, but it doesn't come out, somewhere caught in her throat, because what is she sorry for? the list doesn't end. ❝  thank you--- for letting me stay for the night. i don't have a fucking clue about how i'm getting home, ❞ she admits, an empty laugh falling from her lips as she brings her hand up, rubbing her forehead, trying to recall where she left her assistant's car to begin with ( a blurred memory that she can hardly make out at all. ) ❝  your place always this quiet? ❞ she's prying, but she tries to play it off, brush off the awkwardness from earlier and attempt to move forward.

[vxnus-coquette]

𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨♡︎ Taiju shiba x fem waitress reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mean taiju, breeding, dumbification, oral fem receiving, manhandling, oral fixation, impact play, oral male receiving , throat fucking, degration , big dick taiju, belly bulge , dacryphilia

If anyone were to step close to his office they’d be met with the sound of skin slapping and your loud mewls of pleasure

“fuck mm tai s’too much!“ you say getting more squirmish as he pounded into you from behind he responded with a grunt landing a harsh slap on your ass earning a yelp from you

“ Shut up with your whining and fuck take it like a good slut“

You can only moan in response as he goes harder after all this was your 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁

If someone told you earlier you’d be sprawled over your bosses desk you would have laughed

You were the newest at your job only being there for two weeks you would think that taiju would be a little easier on you but you quickly learned how wrong you were since he seemed to be on your ass the most

Even in the first week you quickly noticed how short his temper can be to others or him being snappy at you he seemed to be watching you mostly at all times you would randomly feel his bright golden eyes watching you like a hawk

From his intermediating stare to the little comments he’d make such as

“ Watch where your going do you want to take someone’s eye out”

“ Can you not do anything on your own”

“ Pay more attention!”

You’d mostly try to annoy his little jabs at you no matter how much you wanted to cuss him out and quit and usually he’d leave you alone after a while well until today

For some reason it was more hectic today all the tables being full with people still trying to squeeze into the restaurant which means you and the other workers were constantly ripping and running

Everything was going fine as things started to chill down you were on your way to give the food to the last table when suddenly you lost your footing from not paying attention the plates fell causing food and glass to shatter falling everywhere

Fear racked your body as you heard the familiar booming voice

“ What the hell!!”

You watched as he stormed into the room with such rage

“ Get all of this up then meet me in my office immediately after “

“ yes sir “ you say fighting the urge to leave and avoid more embarrassment you swiftly apologize to the costumers before starting to clean up the mess

After cleaning up the mess you head upstairs to his office dreading every step as you arrive you knock on the door

“ come in “

You take a breath before walking in seeing him sitting at his desk looking at paperwork before turning his attention to you with the intimidating gaze you’ve become quite familiar with you avoid eye contact before sitting down in the chair he gestured for you to sit in

“ What do you have to say for yourself “

You continue avoiding eye contact calming your nerves a bit you begin to speak “ I’m really sorry sir it was completely my fault I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going when I should have been “

For a few seconds the room is completely silent you could probably hear a pin drop your mind starts assuming the worse ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒？ 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑚 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑏？ 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠？

“ First let’s start with this “ a small gasp escapes your lips as he tilted your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with him

“ look at me when I talk to you so I know your paying attention since that is how you ended up in here right ?”

You nod softly as you feel your face start to feel hot as well as something else as you press your thighs together 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡？

You begin to take in his features never really being this close to him before you shudder as he presses his thumb to your bottom lip

“ i expect you to answer me with words sweetheart you can do that right?

“ yes sir “ you hurriedly say in response

“ Good and call me taiju don’t do that sir shit “

“ yes s- I mean taiju “ you look at him with confusion 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤？ 𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑？

“ um taiju with all do respect shouldn’t we talk about what happened earlier “ you trail o fidgeting silently as your only met with his gaze instead of words as he looks like hes debating something possibly your murder

“ you don’t have to worry about me firing you I like you your a good worker“ he says bluntly and calmly ignoring your shocked expression

You sit in shock for a second he liked you? From the bitching to the random burst of anger you would have never guessed he liked you shutter not wanting to know how it would be if he disliked you

“ But don’t think you not gonna face some form of punishment “

You fidget nervously as he stands up approaching you

“ on your knees “

Your eyes go wide as you stare at him in shock 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠？ it wasn’t like you didn’t think about it before maybe a bit more than you should have taiju shiba was a very attractive man but you never thought you’d have a chance your stuck in your own thoughts for a second until you hear the sound of a belt unbuckling

“ Get on your damn knees I don’t like repeating myself “

Forgetting all your nervousness you get on you knees looking up at him meeting his gaze seeing his familiar grin before turning you attention to the large bulge in his pants ready to be free you fidget with his pants down along with his boxer letting out a sharp gasp at the size he was 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲 both in length and girth

“ What is it to big for you “ you look up meeting his conceding smile as you feel heat cover your face

“ n-no I can take it “ you start licking the tip gently sucking it while trying to fit him all the way in your mouth enjoying his deep groans as his hand rest in your hair

you start bobbing you head up and down his length before a sharp gasp leaves your lips as he forces it down your throat causing your throat to clench around him

“ fuck your mouth is warm so good “ you can only moan in response as he starts fucking your throat not giving you much time to register as your nails slightly dig into his thighs for support as tears begin to prickle your vision

“ shit you look pretty when your cry m’so good for me huh” you look at him through your teary eyes taking in the sight of him groaning his head slightly thrown back as he continues to use your mouth as you start licking his length

“ Shit m’gonna cum “ he groans starting to fuck your mouth harder if possible you moan in response watching him come undone clenching your thighs at the sight as you feel his cum squirt down you throat you pull away letting out a whine as he grabs your face you stick out your tongue letting him see that you swallowed it all

“ Ah good fucking slut “ you let out a small Yelp as he roughly picks you up setting your on his desk a moan escapes your mouth as he firmly kissed you forcing his tongue in your mouth barely giving you a chance to register as his hands kneed your ass you tangle your hands in his hair pulling him closer as his hands begin to wander up your clothes quickly taking off your button down causing buttons to fly off

You whine as the heat in between your legs starts getting more intense you start bucking your hips against his causing him to groan in your mouth before pulling away with a string of saliva “ needy fucking whore m’aren’t ya ?”

“ m’not a whore “ you say before letting out a sharp moan as his hand slips in between your legs cupping your clothed sex teasing your clit in the process causing you to grip his shoulders for support

“ hah your dripping fucking wet and I’ve barely even touched you yet “ he starts grabbing at your tits through you bra before swiftly ripping it off before you can complain about his roughness he starts pinching at your nipples roughly sucking on your boob while foundling the other

“ ahh m’tai “ he looks at you continuing to suck on your chest while sneaking his free hand between your legs starting to tease your clothed sex through your panties causing you to whimper bucking against his hand before he firmly grabs your hips stilling them

“ Keep fucking still before I stop “ you moan in response trying to calm down the heat between your legs before he moves away from your chest starting to kiss down your body stopping at your stomach to pull down your skirt leaving you in your underwear before trailing his kisses to your thighs starting to bite and kiss them while still firmly holding you still “ ahh please tai “

He looks at you still avoiding the area you need to be touched most “ What is it go on use your words “ you squirm in embarrassment trying to buck your hips for any sort of friction but he keeps his grips

“M’need you please touch me “ he gives you a grin before roughly pulling off your underwear before starting to eat you out roughly gripping your thighs keeping you in place as you moan gripping at his hair desperately trying to muffle your moans “ ahh s-shit tai “ you throw you head back moaning unable to contain your sounds as he starts roughly sucking your clit devouring you like a starved man

All that can be hear in the room are your lewd moans and the wetness of your cunt along with his deep groans as you grip his hair for dear life as he doesn’t seem to let up one bit continuing to lick and suck at your fold “ ahh so uhhh!” You moan loudly as he slips a finger in while continuing to suck at your clit

“ ahh shit m’gonna “ you can barely even get your sentence out before your hips are bucking frantically as he firmly keeps your still still sucking your clit as you ride out your orgasm moaning and whining trying to find anything to hold onto

You pant softly trying to recovery from your oragasim before you even have time to process your bent over Tajius desk as his cock teases your folds you buck back as he firmly grips your hips before slamming into you barely letting you get used to his size you moan loudly still sensitive from your last orgasm as he thrust hard and fast

“ f-fuck m’tai s’too much slow down “ he grunts in response roughly slapping your ass going harder

“ Shut up you can and you will “ his hips roughly slam against yours as you claw at the desk for support feeling him press down on the bulge on your stomach

“m’fuck so good for me taking me so well look how deep I am “ you moan in response bucking more into him as his thrust start getting faster as you feel yourself get closer too your orgasm

“ m’gonna cum tai!” You moan before gasping as he roughly pinches your clit

“ shit hold it don’t cum til I say you can “

You whine trying to hold it causing you to clench around him causing him to groan pounding into you harder chasing his own high as you struggle to hold back from cumming

“ m’can’t need to cum tai please !” You moan begging for release as you feel the coil in your stomach begging to snap

“ shit cum for me while I breed you full “ you moan at the thought before coming moaning loudly as he follows soon after filling you to the brim you whimper as he pulls out causing cum to leak down your thighs as they shake threatening to give out at any moment

You Yelp as he flips you onto your back pushing some of his cum back inside you “Now I gotta breed you again this time don’t waste a fucking drop “ you moan loudly as he slams back into you knowing you were gonna be in for a long day feeling bad for the people that sadly hear the commotion upstairs

This is my first post so lmk what you think and what I should do next ♡︎♡︎♡︎

[eddiepothos]

Achilles Come Down

Achilles Come Down - On My Ao3 @badthingshappenbingo​

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Taylor’s tears mirrored Buck’s, her lips tightly pursed together as she locked eyes with something on the balcony. Buck watched as she swallowed deeply, licked her lips and looked at him.

“I never thought we’d last longer than a couple of years. I never thought we’d get married and have kids together but,” Taylor cut herself off, a harsh, sorrowful laugh falling out of her mouth, “Jesus Buck,”

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t –”

“You weren’t thinking? Yeah,” She faded off again, “I don’t really need to hear pathetic excuses,” her voice fell miles short of the harshness of her words, the grief spilling into her every action, word and breath. 

“What can I do to fix this?” He tried, only to get another painful laugh from Taylor, more tears spilling from her eyes.

Another laugh, “nothing,” another swallow from her, “I spent most of last night sitting in bed blaming myself, you know? I thought what could I have done differently – no, please don’t interrupt me with – with whatever you want to say. Which is probably going to be some kind words about how it's not my fault. But I know it’s not my fault. I can logically determine that this, that you cheating and kissing another woman, is not my fault in the slightest. But I can’t change how I feel. There’s a seed of doubt inside me telling me that this, you cheating, is my fault. I don’t know what you’re going to do with this information if I’m honest. I don’t even know why I’m telling you. I don’t want to make you feel worse, I honestly don’t. I can tell that you feel horrible by – well honestly I can just tell because I know you. I don’t think I want you to feel worse. God Buck, I don’t know,” 

Taylor cut herself off, her head going to rest in her palms, “I thought I got all of this out last night,”

“I’ll get you some water,” Buck mumbled, surprising himself that his mouth still worked. Taylor laughed again.

“Worried I’m going to dehydrate myself from crying?” She tried, the joke falling flat on its ass as more tears spilled from her eyes, thicker and faster. Buck pulled himself up and hurried to the kitchen. The guilt was getting to the point of suffocation. He wanted to break down and cry. He wanted to hug Taylor and be held by Taylor but he couldn’t. 

He paused by the sink, eyes closed as he breathed. Any panic that was creeping up, he pushed down. Slow breathing, four in, hold four, four out. Counting slowly as he breathed. This was Taylor’s pain and knowing her, she’d probably end up combing his hair if he so much as breathed word of a panic attack. 

A phone was ringing in the background, followed by Taylor’s soft voice, “Hey Eddie, is it okay if you call back?” and then a hurried, louder, and evidently more panicked, “Buck!”

Seconds later, his phone was shoved into his hands. Taylor moved away darting around the apartment.

“Eds,” Buck began, only to be cut off by a panicked gasp at the end of the phone.

“Help,” Eddie’s voice came, “help me,”

“Hey, hey, where are you?”

“Please,” Eddie’s voice came again, cracking at all edges.

A hand touched his shoulder, and Taylor was leading him outside, keys and a bag in hand.

“Tay –,”

“He needs you more than we need this conversation. I’ll drive, focus on him,” Taylor cocked an eyebrow at Buck’s open mouth, “I said you could do nothing to fix this before, but please, put Eddie first right now. It won’t fix this, but it’ll definitely start to,”

“Buck,” Eddie’s voice crackled, “please. I can’t do this, I can’t. I’m not safe. I’m not safe. Christopher isn’t safe. We’re not safe,”

“You’re okay,” Buck got out, “I’m on my way, okay? Taylor’s breaking all of the road laws to get to you, we’re coming to help. You’re safe, you’re safe. Can you breathe with me? We’ll do breathing exercises together, yeah?”

“Help,” Eddie repeated. Buck pulled the phone from his mouth to let out a shaking sigh. Nothing he was saying was getting through to Eddie, nothing.

“Tell him it’s you when you enter the room, don’t touch him immediately. Use your name, don’t just say ‘it’s me’. Tell him where you are, and what you’re doing. If he’s having a flashback, he’s not going to know where he is and he might not know who you are,” Taylor rambled, “my ex – Sophie, the Vet one, she had PTSD. Even if I was sitting next to her when the attack started, I still needed to tell her who I was. It’ll help, okay? Move slowly. Keep your voice low and monotonous. Ask him questions too, if he’s okay being touched, if he’s okay being moved, do the five senses thing that we do, all of that. I know it’s scary for you, but it’s terrifying for him. To him, you might be a stranger coming to hurt him. Do – you understand right?”

“Yes,”

“He’s going to be exhausted tomorrow. I – I’ll stay the night. I can take Chris to school tomorrow, or make him breakfast,” the panic in Taylor’s voice was evident. *

“Tay, he isn’t Sophie. He’s safe and alive,”

“Doesn’t change how terrified I feel right now,” Taylor paused, “text me if you need an ambulance. Eddie’s going to need your full attention, okay? I’ll deal with the call, I’ll deal with the paramedics once they arrive,”

“Tay,”

“Just tell me you will,” she interrupted, distress bleeding into every syllable, “just tell me you’ll text me, and you won’t be the one calling the ambulance. If you need one, you tell Eddie what you’re doing, and that an ambulance is coming.”

“I’ll text you if we need one,”

“Thank you,” Taylor breathed, her shoulders easing slightly. 

How Taylor managed the half-hour drive in ten minutes, Buck would never know. But they arrived and Buck was in the house within a minute, Taylor behind him, stating she was going to check on Christopher, that she was going to keep him in his room. 

Whatever Buck was thinking, however bad he thought Eddie was on the phone was not in the universe to how bad Eddie looked right now. Eddie greeted him at the bedroom door, white-knuckled over a bat, bloodied fists, bat poised for swinging.

“Woah, woah. Hey, it’s Buck. It’s Buck – Evan. I’m not coming in alright? I’m staying here. Not moving at all,”

“Buck, there’s someone in my house,” Eddie’s whisper was harsh and terrified.

“That’s me – That’s Buck. Turn on the light, you’re safe. You’re safe. The other noise is Taylor, she’s with Chris,”

Eddie’s eyes bulged at that and he lunged forward, in a frenzied attempt to push past Buck in what Buck could only assume was to go check on his son. Buck grabbed him, causing a sharp gasp from his – terrified, paranoid – friend. He instantly let go, hands up, and two steps back from Eddie.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I should have warned you. It’s Buck, Christopher is safe. Stay here, okay? He’s still sleeping, he’s passed out. He’s safe. See, look, Taylor took a photo. See? He’s safe. She can take another one. See? He’s okay,”

Eddie stared at the phone for a moment, “The doors.” he whispered, then hurriedly, “the doors! I need to check the doors. It’s not safe. We’re not safe. Someone could hurt Chris,”

“We can go together. Can you give me the bat?” Buck tried, yet there was no lick of Eddie hearing him. He marched off, Buck watching in dismay as Eddie did what Buck could only assume was his nightly rounds. Unlocking, locking, unlocking and locking the front door. A heavy table moved in front of it, with a glass vase on the edge. He went to the back door, repeating a similar process, except with the kitchen chair pushed under the door handle. Only then, did he walk back to his room.

“I’m closing the door, okay? Christopher is safe, you are safe. You’ve locked the doors, the house is safe,”

He had no idea if Eddie understood, the man simply backing up and collapsing at the foot of his bed. Eddie’s eyes still locked onto Buck, brow furrowing and unfurrowing as though he was forcing himself to see. One hand left the bat and picked up the phone that was discarded to the ground, now balanced on his shaking knees.

“Eddie, it’s Buck. I’m coming to sit down with you. It’s okay, just Buck,” He kept repeating it, assuring Eddie he was safe, that it was only Buck, as he eased closer and finally got to the point of sitting down. 

“I’m not safe,” Eddie gasped, sobs clawing their way out, “Chris isn’t safe,”

He was still talking into the phone.

Buck reached across and gently took the phone off Eddie’s knees, careful to only touch the phone and not Eddie.

“You’re safe,”

“I’m going to die,” Eddie moaned, “I’m going to die and Chris – my parents are going to take Chris. They can’t take Chris. They can’t take – I can’t. They’d take Chris from you. But they can’t. They – I, no. No. They ruined me – they can’t. He’s my son, he’s your son – they can’t. I’m going to die and they’re going to take him from you. I can’t – I can’t be safe. Nowhere’s safe,” Eddie kept mumbling, rocking back and forth. Painful, guttural sobs and gasps kept forcing their way out of him and Buck was half convinced that Eddie hadn’t realised Buck was in the room. Half convinced that Eddie thought that Buck’s voice was still coming through the phone. 

“Eddie. Eddie, I’m going to take the bat off you okay? It’s going next to me. There we are. I’m moving to sit next to you. Just going to be pressed against your side. It’s Buck, okay? I’m against your side. I’m putting my arm over your shoulder,” 

The moment his arm was over Eddie, he stopped rocking. His mumbling continued, but his body relaxed some.

“Buck?”

“Yeah,” Buck whispered, “I’m here with you. You’re safe. Taylor’s checking on Chris and she’s probably going to make some tea or hot cocoa once she’s done. Chris is safe, Taylor took a photo to show you. And I’m not going to let your parents take Chris. We can figure more out, but I can adopt him legally,”

“The photo,”

“Yeah, yes! Of course,” Buck said, trying for a smile as he pulled his phone up and showed Eddie the now three photos of a dead-to-the-world asleep Christopher. Eddie reached out, and took the phone, gripping it nearly as tightly as he was gripping the bat.

“Nowhere is safe,” he breathed after a minute, voice hoarse, “I can’t protect us,”

“You’re safe here, I’ve got you.” Buck tried, “I’ve got you,” Eddie replied with a gut-wrenching sob, his entire body shaking. He looked up at Buck and wept, his mouth moving in Buck was sure what Eddie thought were actual words, with sounds coming out, yet it was only more moans and gasps, ���I’ll protect Chris and you. I’ll protect you both,”

Buck was at a loss. 

Eddie’s spiral seemed to only be getting more intense. He squeezed Eddie tighter into him. Which only resulted in Eddie turning into him, arms fitting around him and crying into his chest.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe, Chris is safe, I’m safe. It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe here,”

“I want my job back. I – the fire. You have my back,”

“Yeah man, I’ve always got your back. It must have been pretty scary today, without the gear and the team, without people you trust? I wasn’t too fond of going into fires for a while, even with Ravi as a partner,” Buck paused, lifting his hand to comb Eddie’s hair.

“It’s too much. It’s too much. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t – I can’t do this. I can’t – I can’t keep trying. I just want it to stop. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. There’s too much. I want to stop,” Eddie gasped a sob, “I can’t do this anymore,”

Buck was in half a mind to text Taylor for the ambulance. Eddie continued to repeat that he couldn’t, that he couldn’t do this or it anymore. 

How the hell do you comfort someone when half the time you feel the same way? When half the time, the person comforting you doesn’t do exactly what you need and it somehow makes it worse. 

Buck gulped, and squeezed Eddie tighter once more, his thumb working circles into his shoulder.

“Talking is too much?” Buck questioned, “do you want to watch me play the game I’m newly obsessed with? No talking at all. Yeah? Okay, how about we get into your bed, so our asses don’t fall asleep. We can still hug, it’s alright. Come on, up we get,” 

Eddie settled quickly into Buck, his ear pressed against Buck’s chest, eyes on Buck’s hands as he played. 

Buck was almost certain that Eddie had fallen asleep on his chest, with his breathing now even. He couldn’t tell how long they had sat there – time blindness is a beautiful thing – all he knew was he had played his game 4 times – and ranking quite high, thank you very much – before Eddie shifted and spoke. 

“What’s the point of the game?” Eddie mumbled, his voice cracking at the edges.

“To keep the city functioning, mostly to make sure the roads still function,”

Eddie huffed, “it isn’t realistic,”

“No,”

“Clearly the developers haven’t lived in LA,” he continued, “the traffic can last hours and the city still functions,”

“I think they wanted to create a challenge. If they made it so the city didn’t shut down because of traffic, it wouldn’t be fun,”

“Still unrealistic,”

Buck simply hummed in response.

“That felt nice,” Eddie said, a beat later he spoke again, “I asked Bobby for my job back. He told me to go to therapy,”

“Have you gone?”

“No,” He paused, “I’m too scared to book the appointment. I don’t want to book it under my name. I don’t want to go to a department therapist. I don’t want to go to one that doesn’t understand war, or being shot at”

“We can find you a therapist that specialises in PTSD. We’ll find you someone to help with last year. We’re going to get you some help,”

“We? Buck, this isn’t your issue,”

“Maybe not, but I care about you more than – honestly? I don’t think I’ve ever cared about anything nearly as much as I care about you. And you scared the absolute shit out of me – and Taylor. I know you want to hold on to this hurt and pain all on your own but you don’t have to. Ignoring the pain, keeping it all to yourself, it’s not working. Let me carry some of the pain & hurt, I just want to help you. If you can’t book the appointment, I can book it. I’m not going to pick your therapist for you, but I can help you look for one that you like the sound of. I told you, I’ve got your back, and that extends to whatever you need, in or out of the job”

Eddie huffed what seemed to be like a laugh, “why?”

“Why what? Why have I got your back? Or why am I helping?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I love you, you idiot. I hate that you’re struggling, I hate that I can see my best friend being very much not okay. I want you to be happy, Eds. I want you to feel safe. I want you back on the team, it’s like there’s a missing link. I miss you watching my six. I want you to feel like you’re worth it by letting me help you. I know there are veteran therapists who help other veterans, or even group sessions at the VA we can look into that for you. Have you ever thought about getting a service dog?”

“You’re moving too fast for me,” Eddie stumbled out, “I don’t need a therapy dog,”

“I think I need one,” Buck said, “I have panic attacks nearly every day, and my physical therapist thinks I should get one for the chronic pain. She says that you can train the dog to detect when a flare-up is going to happen and to do certain tasks. They can do stuff like deep pressure therapy, or detect when your heart rate is going up before you can,”

“What about work?”

“I dunno, I suppose we’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it,” Buck shifted his arm that was locked over Eddie, “are you feeling better?”

“I can breathe,”

“How are you feeling better mentally”

“No. I still don’t feel safe, I don’t trust my parents not to take Christopher when I die. Buck, he can’t grow up with them,”

“And he won’t,” Buck interrupted, “I’ll adopt him, I’ll do anything for him, I promise. I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

“That would help me a lot,” Eddie added, “Chris would be safe with you,”

“He’s safe with you too,”

“Is he? I know he’s heard me having nightmares, I know he’s seen me having panic attacks. How is he safe with his father constantly falling apart? I don’t even know how you got here, Buck. How is that safe for a kid?”

“You called me. Taylor drove me here. Chris didn’t hear a thing, by the way. She checked on him and he was passed out. Taylor’s sleeping on the couch and is going to make Chris breakfast tomorrow and drive him to school if you want her to do that. I know you’re not her biggest fan, but she’s worried too. She basically ordered me to not leave you until she deems you’re fine. You know her ex-girlfriend was a veteran? She’s been texting me all these links for veterans since we arrived, and sending me what to do and how to help. You’ve got a day off tomorrow from existing, it’s going to be you and me and we’re going to look for a therapist,”

“Taylor’s a good person,”

“She’s an amazing person,” Buck added, swallowing the guilt that crawled up his chest, “and you’re an amazing father. So what, Chris sees you crying or panicking? Chris has had nightmares and panic attacks before. Seeing you have them helps him relate, it makes him feel better. Seeing his dad, his amazingly brave dad, also being anxious and upset makes him feel less alone. It makes him feel better because he’s not the only one feeling these things. Chris knows I have panic attacks. I was babysitting him once when I had one, and he was really good. He got me water and once I was calm he told me he didn’t know anyone else got those. It was after the tsunami, he told me he hasn’t had one in a long, long time. You took Chris to see a therapist when he was having nightmares and panic attacks, so why is it different for you?”

“I’m not ready to book an appointment with a therapist,”

“That’s okay. We can just look for one. We can give them a rating too, make a list. Then we can just think about booking an appointment. We don’t have to do it tomorrow, but Eds, you should see someone. It’s going to help you so much, that’s all I want, to help you”

“Just not tomorrow,”

“Not tomorrow,” Buck echoed.

“Can we keep Chris home tomorrow? Can you stay home tomorrow?”

“Yes to both,” Buck whispered, “I’ll text Taylor to let her know she can leave in the morning, I’ll shoot Bobby a text and give him a call if he needs. We can have a lazy day, hm? Spend the day on the couch watching Avatar and ordering takeaway,”

“The cartoon one, yeah?”

“Yes,”

Eddie hummed, “I like that one. It’s cute,”

“I really like Iroh. I think he’s my favourite,”

“Chris’s is Sokka,”

“Oh he’s going to love Toph,” Buck added, “she’s probably my second favourite,”

[dragynkeep]

Oh boy… alright here’s my redesigns of team RWBY if they were in the Mistral Arc minus Argus… be harsh if you need to you won’t hurt my feelings :D

Also side note Weiss is wearing opals and Blake has a tattoo of her emblem.

Thanks for sending these in! Sorry for the wait, these take a lot of brainpower and I’ve been running on empty for a while lmao.

That being said, I think these are some great attempts at the girls’ Mistral outfits. So let’s get started with the first one.

Ruby’s is honestly really cute. All the negatives I had with the original Mistral outfit was changed with this one. It looks comfortable, warm, and better protected for the dangerous trip to Haven. She isn’t stuck with a dumb boob window or obnoxiously short skirt, and I really like that the red belt and rose decals introduce more of Ruby’s colour on her midsection in creative ways. 

I really like the necklace! I think it would’ve been a great chance, going off what an anon talked about, to introduce the yin yang necklaces for her and Yang. The white Yang on Ruby’s dark colour scheme would pop out, and it’d be a good chance to actually show her Chinese coding from Tai. 

While I like the idea of introducing white into her colour scheme for Weiss, The lines are a bit too distracting and clutter the look. The dress designs aren’t too bad, but I think it could’ve stopped there rather than continue on the boots. 

Now Weiss is a more average look for me. It’s by no means bad; I actually like the frosted design on her dress, and her boots look cute and much more suitable than the ballerina shoes she was stuck in for Mistral. The jacket is good with how the black and white contrast with each other, helping to separate itself from the white and blue dress underneath, but the missing red collar is a downgrade for me. 

Weiss always having that staple choice in her design helps to keep her coherent across outfits. Her not having it on her Mistral outfit worked while in Atlas, and her changing to something like this would work, but still not having the red just raises the same confusion as it did when she left home in canon. 

Obviously, with more detailing like how she did in Beacon would work, but this is a good start for Weiss’ outfit in Mistral. 

Blake’s outfit is great. I love how she kept the shorts and sleeveless shirt from her old outfit, but with a higher waist band and gold added more into her design. It doesn’t deviate too much, but really her original outfit was so good that any outfit after doesn’t need to. 

I like the idea of the tattoo, and I do wish that more characters had this design choice.

But, I’m not too sure about some of the other aspects. I like the style of her gloves now, but I miss that asymmetry that Blake had going on. It added some interest to her design, and I do wish she kept that. Plus, I’m not sure of the button on her scarf or vest. It could do well to change the style up to not have it as a plain black vest, but the extra buttons besides the ones on her shorts are kinda slapped on for me.

But these are the only things I’m not fond of, and they don’t actively take from the design by any means. Just something to take note of personally. 

Now, Yang’s outfit is my least favourite, and she is honestly a hard character to work with because you want to show off her colour, but yellow is so bright and bold that you can’t use too much or it’ll look ugly, but you can’t use too little because it’d get overwhelmed by other colours. Very much a rock and a hard place with her. 

But, the black jacket and yellow crop top are great. It is just the lower half that I’m not fond of. The bright yellow pants are too much, and I honestly would’ve made them black with some gold detailing. plus, with such bright pants, the bright white shoes blend too much with it and don’t look nice, especially since the inner lining is orange. 

That’s way too many colours for her. The black, yellow, white, red, orange, light brown of her soles, and purple eyes, you could really do well with toning back on the colours and darkening her colour scheme a bit. Take away from of the yellow and use it as accents throughout the outfit, get rid of the orange and light brown, and just stick to the four RWBY colours, since Yang very much is the one girl that can make such a colour scheme work.

Still, these are great redesigns, and they can really work with some adjusting!

[echo-of-sounds]

i dunno if you're still doing questions and sorry if this is a gross one to think about but uhhh, how do you think the guys would help a significant other with severe acne issues and all the insecurities that come along with it?

It’s not gross. Please, don’t think it is. As someone who had some pretty bad acne when I was younger, I understand the insecurities. 

Aizawa doesn’t know much about face washes and facial brushes and make-up and all that. If you use any, you’re going to need to explain them and their purposes. He also doesn’t know much about comforting people through their insecurities. But he still tries. He knows it’s difficult. The world of beauty is harsh and demeaning. Shouta doesn’t want you to feel shame or insecure about your body.

Toshinori knows how insecurities pull you down- make you feel worse about things other people don’t (or shouldn’t) care about. Someone looks at you and all you think is ‘are they staring at me or my acne?’ Those ads pressuring you to look like a plastic doll are just plain wrong. Please, don’t listen to them. Toshi constantly compliments you, reminding you that skin issues are just that, skin issues. Red spots and scars don’t change anything about you.

Hizashi is your man for any creams, face masks, ointments, and general skincare. Sensitive skin? He finds specialty moisturizing lotion. Blackheads? He has the perfect charcoal, warming clay mask. And you’ll always know how much Hizashi loves you and your beautiful body. He kisses all those parts you want to cover up. They aren’t ugly. They aren’t wrong. They’re you and you still deserve self-love.

Taishiro’s go-to comfort is kisses and snuggles. Though that doesn’t always work. You look in the mirror and remember how your face and chest are and all the shame comes back. He shows you his stretch marks. People say they’re ugly. But you’ve always loved them because they’re a part of him. Tai wants you to extend that same love towards yourself. You deserve it.

Gang Orca understands self-consciousness. Issues like sensitivity, too dry, or too oily skin is new. He wants to help any way he can, by either helping with skincare or just being there when your anxiety gets to be too much. You can cry about the unfair standards, why should you have to deal with it, or just sob. Kugo picks you up every time. Skin issues aren’t fun, but they don’t define who you are.