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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 7 months ago

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I just love your Mob turtles and their headcanons! I was wondering how each turtle would act with a medic crush. Maybe someone that works for the Mob as a lower leveled nurse that catches their eye after they need to be treated by them. How would they meet again? Who would move their crushes position up in the Mob to get closer? And who would just bash their head in again to see their crush to get treated? Love the headcanons your write and keep up the amazing work! ✨

This is really interesting, thank you for this!

DISCLAIMER!!! Because they're all evil pieces of shit, this will not be cute. it's gonna be scary and abusive (esp Donnie's one) so viewer discretion is advised

Mob! Leo

you first treat him for a stab wound, it was a bad night at one of his clubs. Some guy got too handsy with one of the dancers, Leo intervened, the guy smashed a bottle....

he got stabbed just beneath the ribs, although the other guy was put in a medically induced coma when Leo was done with him sooo... A small stab was nothing by comparison

He's sat, slumped down, in the doorway of the living room, enter: you

his body guards (as useless as they normally are) called you straight away. the pay is pretty damn good if you say so yourself, being on the mob boys retainer has its perks.

you're got your kit with you, all your medical supplies.

"sir" you start "We need to head to the kitchen, I need a flat surface to examine you" you were polite, but clear.

Leo stands without so much as a grunt even though it's got to hurt

lies down on the kitchen table

you talk him through every step you need to take, starting with "I'm going to need to cut the shirt off, I'm sorry"

he doesn't care, it's ruined anyway

when you're done, he's surprised "I didn't even feel the stitches"

"I have a gentle touch" you wink and then instantly regret winking at your boss, it shows because you're blushing

he smiles too. 'He's got such a handsome face' you think and then you can't make eye contact

you almost shove the painkillers at him in your efforts to leave

the next time there's an incident, it's your day off, but he asked for you specifically and you can't exactly say no...

after that, it's you every time and the "incidents" are getting more frequent and less severe

you're at the house almost every 2 days

it gets to the point where a band-aid would suffice for the injury

but he's started sending you home with gifts, now

fancy chocolates, a bottle of wine, gift cards to high end shops ect

it's getting obvious why it's always you he calls

until, one night, it all comes to a head

he accidentally sliced his finger cooking and it will need stitches, but there are 2 place settings at the table and he asks you to stay for dinner after you patch him up

a hour in, and a little wine drunk, you blurt out "You know you could've just asked me out, there was no need to maim yourself to get my attention" you instantly regret this

he just chuckles

"Wish you'd told me sooner, I was deciding which one of my fingers I needed the least"

Mob! Raph

Oh he's so accident prone

will never admit it, but he really is

you're one of his newest hires and were excited at the chance to get some hands on experience since leaving med school

boy does he give you some

his first call is because he was shot right in the thigh

it almost hit a major artery

even you were panicked

you kept asking "is this ok? It doesn't hurt too much right?"

but he had to to keep face and even when he'd wince he'd command "Keep going!"

you weren't exactly dressed for the occasion, you were wearing what was once a baby blue crop top (now red) and and shorts and your mid-drift was showing

Raph seemed to notice this a lot

and when the bleeding had stopped you'd got him stitched up, he put an arm around your waist and told you how great of a job you did

it got you a little flustered

eventually, at some team meeting (you did not know there would be team meetings and neither did the other medics but Raph treated this like it's always happened) he announces you as head medic

this comes with more pay, but more responsibility

you're on call 24/7 basically

you get his personal phone number and a "don't be araif to call if you need anything, the phone works both ways"

this kind of earns you the cold shoulder from Donatello who was usually the one who fixed up Raph

everything was going great as was pretty professional until-

one night the phone rings, it's Raph, and he's clearly drunk

words slurring, talking real slow and basically humming down the line

he asks you to come over and if you "have a nurses outfit"

you ask who's hurt

"It's me, I'm so *fake cough* ill... I could use a little TLC..."

you're a medic, not a call girl so you hang up

the next time you see him he's a weird mix or embarrassed and pissed off

like he knows he shouldn't have done it but he's angry you wouldn't fuck him

it's one of his guys who's been beat up, needs a few eyebrow stitches

Raph is too close, really in your personal space as you're trying to work

when you're done he walks you to the door and, through gritted teeth, says "I'm glad my little.... Indiscretion the other night hasn't made you unprofessional"

"That's a weird way of saying sorry" you reply in the sweetest tone you can muster

he glares

"...I'm....I'm sorry"

you smile until he pulls you in by the wrist

"Don't get cocky now!" he hisses "Remember who pays your bills"

you lean in and whisper "It's funny that you asked, because I do have a nurse outfit. Only men who respect me and my boundaries get to see it" you say that last part more forcefully as you pull away from his grip

after that it's a pretty clear game of cat and mouse between you two

Mob! Mikey

It's been crystal clear since day 1 that he wants you

stroking your hair while you're trying to assess him, rubbing up close to you, giving you pay rise after pay rise...

you try not to be alone with him

but one day, and you're surprised because it's only like 1pm, you get a call

Mikey had a chunk bitten out of his neck and needs urgent attention

you're pretty used to all the weird and wonderful injuries he acquires and when you're done seeing to him, you realise it's now only you two in the room

he gets up and clicks his neck

"That's one thing I love about you, you know" he had a habit of starting sentences like you'd been talking this entire time even when you hadn't "You don't ask questions. It's a lovely quality in a girl" the space between you is getting smaller

"it's not my job to ask questions" you say timidly

he's closing in still "I like that attitude"

your back is to a set of drawers now

he's right in front of you

I think the lidocaine is wearing off, this is starting to hurt" he gestures at his neck "Can you kiss it better?"

your heart is racing and you're not sure if it's because this is threatening or because he's shirtless and you haven't taken you eyes off his abs for too long now

He laughs and puts his hands up

"Hey, just joking!" he begins to back away

you turn to leave and right as you grab the door handle he calls

"But, sweetheart, you ever feel like having a crazy night. You know who to call, no strings attached" and winks

after that, and extra 2k is put in your account under the reference "for your discretion"

lingerie is sent to your apartment as well as flowers

the next time you need to go see him, he asks if you're wearing it

you blush and look away, he just grins at you

eventually he throws a huge party that you're invited to, he never leaves your side

you drink a little too much to cope with the circumstance and before you know it you wake up from a black out in the back of his car just as it pulls up to your apartment

he walks you in, you're still unsteady on your feet, and kisses you at the door

"angel, you should be more careful" he does not elaborate before leaving

you hand in your notice which is only mailed back to you with "nice try" written on it

Mikey always gets his way, one way or another

Mob! Donnie

He's a very hot and cold man

he'll smile and talk to you one day, then you don't exist the next

you can't get a feel for him at all

he's never been inappropriate or rude just... cold and distant

it's normally you he calls, you know this because the other medics are pissed off that they don't have an "in" with him

you did ask why, once

he just said you give the neatest stitches

it had been a while since you'd seen him

his brothers and he just had a big court case so they were laying pretty low

it had been nice, something about him made you feel things

a mix of unsettled and like you had to prove yourself as worthy

you needed a drink

hat night you come home, your phone died at the bar and you're a little tipsy

only to find your door broken in

you walk in

was that a wise move? no.

waiting inside, leaning against a doorway, is Donnie

you can smell blood but can;t see it in the half light

the he grabs you

you freeze, his arms are around you and his face is in your hair, gently smelling it

something trickles onto your face and you wipe it away to find it's blood

"If- if you're hurt... J-just let me grab my supplies"

he lets go

you turn on every light you pass, something about being in the dark with him just isn't right

when you come back he's gone

the next time he needs you, you do get a call

he got into a fight with Mikey, bottled straight over the head

you found out because Raph is still laughing about it when you get there

Donnie is seething

when his brothers leave, all of them including Donnie a little drunk, he pushes you against a wall and gets in close

you can feel his breath on your neck

"You know, Mikey hired on of those topless maids last week. Cleaned his car, tits fully out. How much would it cost me for you to take this off" he pings your bra strap

you're so insulted

he was a man of medicine too and he was treating you like you're something who can be bought

as if he reads your mind he says "Everyone has a price"

"I don't know" you try to sound less scared than you are, let the anger shine through "how much does a new set of balls cost? Because if you don't back off you're gonna need them"

he laughs harshly

then his hand is around your throat

"Was that a threat?"

his thumb strokes your cheek

he leans in, his nose pressed against yours "I like a woman with guts but, if you're not very careful, I'll take them out and keep them in a jar"

"Was that a threat?" you retort

"No, I'm flirting with you"

sooner or later, you know he'll have you

Him and his brothers aren't the type to back down from anything

so the next time you treat him, when he pulls you onto his lap, you kiss him, make it your choice to go through with it

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lychniis · 2 years ago

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Brainrots you say? 👀

So, as you may or may not know I'm like, a huge enthusiast for domestic scenarios.

So basically, imagine coming home and finding them (specifically my biases in this case: Ayato, Zhongli and Alhaitham) sound asleep on the sofa. Hair splayed on the pillows, cheek cutely squished against it, maybe quietly snoring. It would take all my willpower to not pounce on them immediately and smother them with kisses and cuddles.

Like, there is just something so cute and adorable about finding someone you love asleep. In their most vulnerable state, basically.

Zhongli and Alhaitham both would probably just lie there with a book on their chest because they fell asleep while reading. Maybe the finger still stuck in between the pages to not forget where they stopped.

Ayato doesn't strike me as someone who usually falls asleep on the sofa. Like 99% of the time it would probably be his desk if he randomly falls asleep somewhere. Once he wakes up again there's probably some document stuck to his cheek, haha! But if you ever find him asleep on the sofa it would be even cuter because of how rare it is to find him there.

my brain went brr brr brr at the thought juhygtfdsdfghju- and OFC YOU'RE THE SUCKER FOR FLUFF and they're all delicious, thank you-

⚘ — TIME FOR SOME SHUTEYE.

i. SYNOPSIS : you walk into them sleeping and it's a whole mood from there - aka ; some napping headcanons because we love some domesticity amidst the pain and suffering of my works. ( al haitham / ayato / zhongli x gn ! reader )

ii. WARNING(S) : al haitham legitimately being a piece of shit even in sleep mode, ayato also being a piece of shit but in a cute way and zhongli being pure soft and wholesome but also still giving the reader low key heart attacks. NOT PROOFREAD.

# masterlist

&& . al haitham · ( how to trigger muscle memory 101 )

congratulations, you've caught al haitham in the midst of a rare power nap! it's rare finding him in a state of vulnerability like this, with his work with the akademiya and his little side quests ( do they count as espionage? is that a word you can use for them??? ).

and it's strange too, you'd think. if you know al haitham well enough, he does tend to conduct himself with a certain amount of discipline at least. no soft corners, no lapses in demeanor, no wavering stares or displays of weakness ( except with you, he's always softer with you ).

but he's here now, splayed over the couch while the spine of a book is squished against his cheek. there is a sweetness to it, seeing the usual sharpness he came with melt and weather into a picture so innocent. you briefly wonder if he was like this too when he was still a child, as naïve and angelic as he presents himself now.

you don't want to ruin the moment. that and you want to bask in it a little longer, so a gentle kiss on his cheek suffices and he shifts and leans into your touch with a soft groan.

until kaveh's huff behind you snaps out of it and you see the inkwell in his hand.

"are you sure about that?" you might ask uncertainly, keeping your voice low.

"call it karma." kaveh shrugs.

the moment he gets close, his ink blotted fingers inches away from al haitham's cheek, he's suddenly flung across the room.

you look at al haitham, brows raised while kaveh screams vitriol and profanity, but the scribe continues his nap.

( "i know you're awake you little shit-" kaveh hisses when you leave to find a first aid kit. al haitham snores louder, completely unbothered, as the balance of the world willed it. )

&& . kamisato ayato · ( is he a asleep or awake ; that's the question )

ayato lives within the uncanny valley of him napping and not napping. sometimes you catch him shutting his eyes and dozing off and on others, he stubbornly stays awake and forces himself through his work.

an undeniable fact though, is how graceful he is. his posture is still maintained save for the slight slump in his shoulders and the bow of his head, and his hands usually come to rest on his lap.

he's a light sleeper too, easily woken if you pass by and your footsteps ae too heavy, so you take care to avoid the creaks on the wood floor and opening the shoji screens with little control. maybe you'll be lucky enough to watch him from a distance with a soft smile on your face.

the first time you did sneak close and approach him, funnily enough, he showed no signs of stirring. you find it strange, but you cup his cheeks in your hand and you sneak a kiss on his forehead. then you quickly shuffle away, stifling back a giddy giggle.

it happens again and again and again till it was a ritual of sorts. a kiss on his forehead while you cradle his face before you exit.

one day you were too busy, too distracted and you could only linger a moment, stroking your thumb over his skin. when you ready yourself to leave however, you did not expect ayato's hands to wind around your wrists or his eyes to crack open and look at you with playful sadness.

"no kisses for me this time, love?" he asks.

you're silent for a moment.

"dammit ayato-" you groan, feeling embarrassment and exasperation and affection all at once. this schemer, this little UGH-

ayato only laughs and kisses you properly. "don't skip out next time." he whispers. from then on, you don't.

&& . zhongli | rex lapis · ( he purrs guys ; he purrs and it's adorable )

if seeing al haitham take a nap is rare, it's even rarer to see zhongli take one. a part of it is being an ex-god and a part of it has to do with his schedule. but being a mortal meant doing mortal things that this mortal vessel enjoys.

a few months in and he's taking quick naps around the house. you know, just old man vibing, laying back on the couch with his hands tangled with whatever he was doing last. sometimes it's a pen and a notepad, and if you tilt the paper just a bit, you'd see a detailed list ( ranging from important dates and appointments and financial dealings to chores ).

other times it's a rock settled in his fist and you notice a trend where those rocks somehow finds itself on your desk ( zhongli would be smiling his little smile at the kitchen if you dare peek. he was not subtle at all ).

sometimes it's a book with the edge of the bookmark tangled around his finger tips. those were the constants, where zhongli always seemed to be grasping something when he dozes off.

and should you touch his hands, by some ancient instinct, he engulfs it in his own. that, is where the purring starts. easy to miss at first till it steadily grows louder and louder and suddenly you can feel his vibrating chest down to your toes.

but another quirk of his genuinely terrified you.

zhongli...does not move when he's napping. in fact, he doesn't even look like he's breathing. so when you walked in on one of his sessions for the first time, you thought he was dead and reacted like any normal human being : by panicking.

all things considered though, he's actually a pretty heavy sleeper unless he assumes he's in immediate danger. and yes, unfortunately you screaming is just the thing that gets him off the couch with a frantic look on his face.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD-" you cried when he wrapped his arms around you in comfort.

"and i thought you were dying." he mutters in turn.

( the two of you laugh about it over tea now. )

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

FIRST POST OF 2023!! hey look guys i have some fluff and more fluff for you!!! maybe dust is beginning to take me down the fluff route and i won't be posting pain and torture any more : D *nervously glances at the two oneshots and two series drafts in store* NOPE NO ANGST.

but seriously, thank you for the prompt! i really loved the fluffy concept and i seriously needed an excuse to start writing more for al haitham and ayato. who knew you'd swoop in XD!

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AINE | 2023. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

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moscnios · 2 years ago

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Tried to find the characters you write for but i couldn't. So, do you write for Roger? Or Roger pirates in general. If you do, then i would like to send the same request i saw earlier ✸ headcanons % when you pamper them in the bath. - ( all the same) with Roger, Rayleigh you can add whoever you want please.

If you don't write them, please respond and tell me

✸ headcanons % when you pamper them in the bath.

✸ characters! . . . roger, rayleigh, oden & gaban.

✸ cw(s)! . . . light nsfw. mostly because they’re bathing, nothing really happening. no pronouns used. not proofread. minors dni.

✸ notes! . . . the roger pirates my beloveds. oh how i would do anything for them <333 i actually don’t write for gaban...but i couldn’t just leave him hanging you know ?? these feels a bit all over the place lmaoo. thank you so much for requesting !!

roger is very open about how he’s feeling. but he doesn’t want you to worry about him, knowing you have your own things to worry about

when you suggest a bath together to relieve some of his stress, he’s already cannonballing into the water, splashing it everywhere

but you love seeing him so excited

he is a simple man. he doesn’t need all the extra stuff. all he wants is you and some hot water that soothes his sore muscles

behind the pirate king's great curved mustache is you, who keeps it looking luxurious. you are his personal barber, you have an entire kit of oils, waxes, and combs. he pays you for your services in smooches

one thing that roger does not know is QUIET. he's gonna be talking the whole time about everything and nothing at the same as you wash the soap suds off of him

roger is very clingy, even more so in the bath. he can't seem to keep his hands and lips off of you. he'll forget that tonight is supposed to be about him because he's so enthralled with you

he's a big cuddler. he loves cuddling. usually, he is the big spoon. he's never thought about you being the big spoon

but when you shift behind him, letting him rest his back against your chest, he's wondering why you haven't done this before ?!

he loves being the little spoon !! :>

rayleigh, like roger, is pretty open about how he’s feeling with you. he doesn’t see a reason to hide it. you’ll likely be able to tell anyway

all the stresses of that day seem to melt away when he’s in the tub, with your back pressed against his chest

peace and quiet is not something that happens a lot on the oro jackson. rayleigh is just WAITING for someone to knock on the door and ruin the moment with the news of someone falling into the sea

but that moment doesn’t come because you have already planned for that. tonight was supposed to be about him

rayleigh definitely does need much to be at ease, all he needs is you

BUT...he does appreciate the extra mile you have gone to take care of him

the bubbles, the scented candles, and drinks for the two of you on the side

it becomes less about bathing and more just about enjoying each other's company

he's a HUGE flirt, whether there are people around or not. however, when they aren't around he can say whatever he wants just to see how flustered you become

you can expect a lot of innuendos from him

oden has an unintentional habit of hiding how he's feeling from you. he doesn't mean to do it on purpose, the lie that "i'm okay!" is so much easier to say than the truth

but you can see it in his eyes. he's running out of steam and he doesn't know how to slow down and take a break

you will likely have to grab him by the face and tell him that it's okay to relax sometimes

when you suggested a hot bath for the both of you to relax, he was immediately on board with the idea

oden is another person who doesn't particularly need all the different kinds of soaps, the bubbles, the romantic lighting...but it's definitely a plus in his book !!

even though he will likely keep messing with and ruining the romantic atmosphere

he is very still as you wash his body, only moving when you need him to. if you look up at him, you'll see that bright smile of his that you fell in love with

when he turns around to let you wash his back, to you it may seem small but to him, it means a lot. he knows that he can trust you and that you will always have his back

dealing with the roger pirates ?? gaban is STRESSED STRESSED. we all know who is actually holding the reins when roger and rayleigh are off doing each other

and he's complaining and whining to you about it. how he's being overworked and he just needs a break from them to be with you, his sweet baby who he would do anything for, and falls into your lap dramatically

he definitely peeks above his sunglasses to see if it's working or not. it doesn't. but you think he's cute so you're on board anyway.

gaban would definitely be the one who suggests the bath

now he wants it all. the lighting, the candles, the bath bomb, the salts, and the oils. he even has a body scrub for after. he's got this all planned out already but he'll deny it

"what ?? how did all this stuff get in here ? is this yours ??"

most of the bath is just the two of you relaxing in each other's warm embrace in complete silence...since that doesn't happen too often around here

you always forget just how much hair he has until he takes down his ponytail and lets it fly. he loves when you help him with his hair

you think hair like just exists ?? NAH. he has an extensive haircare routine that can be tiresome. the washing, the detangling, the leave-in condition, the moisturizer, the oil, it's a whole process

but it doesn't feel as long and difficult when you help him out. especially after the bath after his hair had dried a little and you braid his hair, he could fall in love with you over and over again

#one piece #gol d. roger #roger #roger x reader #silvers rayleigh #rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #kozuki oden #oden #oden x reader #scopper gaban #gaban #gaban x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #night rather than day ── 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰. 𓂃 ★☆#GABAN IS HALF BLACK IDC

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gregorygerwitz · 6 months ago

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As a queer servicemember who did serve during dadt that got out the year before it was repealed - FUCK DADT, it ruined lives and fuck the fact that it took so long for our military members to get their dishonorables changed and the fact that they left homosexuality on the new dd214s so former service members still had it follow them.

As someone who has never served myself and only has internet research and old Navy stories from my grandfather and cousin and one former coworker who was briefly in the army to go by, and every single one of them is cishet, I appreciate your input immensely. and, quieter, thank you for this, specifically, because this is exactly my point, I just don't have all the exacts to back it up like this. I've been doing my best to not rant about it and start things because it's about a fictional character it isn't that deep but also... considering how many people it affected in real life, yes it is.

I can't tell if you're yelling at me, specifically, or just using the anon function in my inbox to protect yourself from the fandom having different opinions (I get that, zero judgement whatsoever, I've been doing that a lot the last ~week just so I can have my opinion out there and avoid the backlash that comes with that and protect my sanity), but I'm going to put my own thoughts here, too, either way, because I feel like we're on the same page?

I know that using DADT seems like an easy out for speedrunning Tommy's timeline and making him younger than he would logically be to fit Lou's age (45 isn't old and 45 doesn't "look" all that different from 39 unless you're being ageist but whatever), but it's really not. There are so many complications that come with it - such as a dishonorable discharge.

Someone reblogged one of my posts earlier this week (the same person my vague post was about today, and I'll keep it vague I'm not here to call people out directly this is my blog and I'm going to put my opinion on it, no one should go harassing this person about any of it because it's fictional characters, they're allowed to have different opinions and headcanons about things), with a comment about how the LAFD (and PD? it's less relevant and I don't want to scroll back in their blog or my notifs for something minor like that) was hiring people regardless of sexuality in the 90s. Good for them! That doesn't change the dishonorable discharge tho!

Like... please correct me if I'm wrong, because again, I have no personal experience with any of this, just too much time on my hands and too many military blorbos, but when a dishonorable discharge shows up on someone's record, it doesn't necessarily say why it's there. It doesn't say if it's related to DADT or some other incident in the field or whatever it is. So yes, while the LAFD might have been hiring queer people far sooner than that, they still aren't going to look at a guy who has a (recent!) dishonorable discharge and say "yeah, we're going to put him through our training, which costs taxpayers x amount of money, and then hire him and pay him to have someone's life and death in his hands."

DADT and all the discharges that came from it completely ruined lives and made going on with any kind of career, especially something for the government even on the level of firefighting or police work, all but impossible. It's not an easy out to make Tommy the same age as Lou. It's actually completely nonsensical because he never would have been allowed to even get within 100ft of the fire academy, let alone be a senior member of a firehouse in 2009 when Hen joined the 1118.

There is a reason it's called a dishonorable discharge, and it would have completely ruined his life, no matter what the reason was for it.

(also, re: the game I play with Kit and Cass, the complaint this morning puts Tommy's age at 55 💛)

#alex says things #answered #anon #anonymouse #911 #911 on abc #tommy kinard #lou ferrigno jr #thank you for this anon 💛#and thank you for your service #(for people who are new here there's a reason my bio says The Gay Mouse Blog)#(i saw the queer coded canon army ranger and got SAD every day for 3 years)#(going on 4 because he's still my specialest little guy)#but yes this is exactly what i've been wanting to say for so long #lafd rules and regulations aside #a dd is not something that can just be ignored #dadt would have completely fucked up tommy's life #for the love of god let him be old

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rvnawaytrain · 5 months ago

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👫 !!!

SEND 👫 FOR FOUR RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | OPEN & ACCEPTING

*GRIPPING YOU SO TIGHTLY* Kit I love the sisterly bond Doe and Reese have, I can and will talk about them for hours, my babies, my daughters who are damned by the narrative!! I will bend so many rules so they know happiness on GOD!

Thank you so so much for the ask, I had so much fun writing this!

Doe gives, or rather gave Reese rides to school often! Either on the back of her bike or in the backseat of Doe's guardian's car! It's a little thing, but that's sort of the foundational pillar of the role Doe plays in Reese's life. She's maternal, but not a mom. Sisterly, but not her sister, unfortunately (though Reese really wishes she was). Doe is a babysitter and best friend, her wing man, confidant and maybe a bit of a role model (though Doe would be horrified to think of having THAT responsibility), she's not family but she's the family Reese needs, Reese deserves, and Reese WILL get.

It's like, it's best summed up by the Snowflake Ball in the Stranger Things verse. It was a real, foundational memory. Zoe, ever the romantic at heart, wanted to go so badly, two friends going together wouldn't be weird and they could dress up! It would be fun! Reese couldn't think of anything more miserable but Zoe's smile and her laugh, it seemed to bring sound into a world of silence. Reese wanted to make her happy and wanted to have fun with her, despite her nerves and the anxiety, and the knowledge of her mom and her presumed reaction to wanting to go to the dance. Day of, Reese was filled with nerves and dread, her mom didn't come through to help, but she never actually did. It was no surprise but it hurt, hurt BAD, not even Zoe's reassurance could dull the pang of 'the one time I wanted to do something, something SHE would have wanted me to do, and where is she?' running through her mind on repeat... then Doe came, Doe swept in rather like a whirlwind. ALL of her makeup, ALL of her (and Sally's!) hair stuff, accessories bundled in an old grocery bag and grin stretching into the sky. Doe was so ready, happy, excited to help the girls and doll them up for the occasion! She's been hoping for something like this! She'd even bought magazines for inspiration! The night went from anxiety and frustration, yet another ocassion ruined and one Reese was one foot out of the door from already: to one of fun and joy and stupid silly embarrassment at Doe's jubilation and the ridiculous lengths she went to make the night good. How the hell did she rope Tommy into this?! Was she blackmailing him? Reese laughed too loud at the sight of him in a paper faux chauffeur hat to question it. The night was saved, it was great, she felt loved and she quickly felt the pain from the rejection and worry move to the back, out of sight, out of mind.

That's sort of just how Doe's presence and joy shapes that space of pain and vacancy with Reese? Doe can't fix things, she can't save or stop Reese from being neglected by her mom, or singlehandedly end the rumor mill, but she cares for her without needing to be begged or thanked, it's an ease for her and the joy they have together doing that: caring for each other and being friends, it makes some of that pain float to the back of her mind.

Reese knows about Doe's preferred names in all verses, but especially verses where she hasn't lost her memory! (i.e Fear Street, FNAF, Stranger Things, The Lost Boys, etc.) and uses them thusly! However, after a particularly bad incident she learned about when Doe got 'caught' using one of her preferred names, Reese switched to using nickname work around in public settings! Like Snoopy! It's kind of how the nickname culture between them arose! Necessity born of compassion for Doe's situation (for the most part), turned to something funner and more loving that began being reciprocated! Doe is always trying a new nickname that starts with R with each conversation! Rockstar being Reese's least favorite, but something about the way Doe said it with the finger guns and big grin like she was so proud... dork!

There was a rumor for a while that Doe was so in cahoots and involved with Reese because she was actually after one of her brothers and trying to get to them through Reese. It uh, it was an obvious lie to anyone who knew them more personally. Doe never really paid much attention to Reese's other siblings except when giving them some of the 'care' Doe did for Reese (like leaving the food full of left overs that they could heat up later cause their mom didn't cook, or leaving their laundry folded in the basket too) I will say: Doe being closer in age to Tommy WOULD have opinions on him, but she never voices them, especially not around Reese. Does she sometimes think he's a bit of a shitty brother for leaving Reese in such a lurch and feeling more abandoned to face the rumours about him (stranger things, CFP too) and their parents neglect/unfair treatment? ABSOLUTELY. But Doe can recognize: she's not in the situation and she has her own hurt from being the left behind youngest child. It won't help to push that onto Reese, Tommy and Joey.

How did Doe and Reese meet? Though it changes in every verse, ofc, the uniting thread with all of them is Reese being left behind or getting into trouble. Falling on her face flat in the skatepark and scratching herself up bad with no adults around. Lost up in the branches of the tree, frozen in terror, shaking and completely disconnected with the outside world. Sitting on a bench kind of staring vacantly while the park around her is in celebration. Or waiting outside of the shitty school, no adults in sight while Doe is picking up her kid sister/Reese's low-key girlfriend. Reese is a kid left behind, but Doe is too, she can't justify leaving her to sink or swim and be another voice lost when people aren't willing to hear. Doe can hear, Doe is willing to hear, and happy to. Reese is a good kid, troubled but kind, it really hurts Doe to see just how little the world around her seems to care. The apathy and the ease of writing her off, it makes Doe angry, but it's a constructive anger. They won't see, they'll be willingly blind and deaf, but Doe will make sure Reese gets through. Reese will see a better day, and by the time the world starts to pay mind again: Reese will never look back at the audience that scorned her.

#👻 【 DYN. | Sisters Beyond Blood | Reese & Doe

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featherdawn · 5 months ago

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Oh, i'm delighted to borrow you my ask game, i hope you get to show off your ideas genetics!

In fact, i'll to ask you something right now, let's say... Frostfur? Oh, and if you don't mind, Bluestar and Oakheart (and their families, if you want to), too!

thanks for the ask! I'm going to only cover Frostfur because her family tree is MASSIVE, but I may come back to Bluestar and Oakheart :)

also putting it all under a cut.

*rubs hands* oh boy,

Frostfur's a tricky one because she's a classic case of a solid white cat being born to non-white parents. I've done the closest I can manage, which is giving each parent a little white spotting and making her a colourpoint.

But speaking of these parents, I have a fun little trick I like to use: if one or both parents of a cat are unknown, I'm allowed to make one of them a purebred. This helped me out a lot for Robinwing (Frostfur's mother), who is described as a brown cat with a ginger patch on her chest. In theory, this is a tortoiseshell, but in practice the amount of white shed need for a big patch like that would ruin her recognizability as a robin. So, I have her down as a Somali mix! She does still need to be a tortie & white though, so she's a ticked tortoiseshell tabby & white with a lot of ruffousing (is that the right term? I always forget it).

Frostfur's father, Fuzzypelt, is easier but not without some tweaks for his decendents. For one, I have him down as a Cornish Rex mix, because I thought it was only fitting a cat with the fuzzy- prefix have a rex coat. Originally a black solid, he's now a black smoke with white, both for Frostfur's sake.

Going back to Frostfur (and skipping her siblings because Frostfur on her own is already a nuke on this poor family tree), she's now a silver tricolour tabby point. Most of these traits are handy tools that will help us later.

Her mate, Lionheart, is a "golden tabby," but I have him down as fawn. It would've made more sense as cream, but I needed to pick between tortie Cinderpelt and tortie Brightheart, and the latter already needed to be a tortie anyways. Lionheart is now a longhair fawn and white (I honestly cannot picture him as a tabby. If I had to, he would be a ticked tabby.) He's also a Scottish Fold mix due to my Smallear headcanons!

Frostfur's first kit is Brackenfur, who is a cinnamon mackerel tabby and white. Mostly self explanatory, as he's "golden brown," but he gets white from his mother, who has 2 white spotting genes. His mate, Sorreltail, is a longhair blue tortoiseshell smoke.

Their first kit, Cinderheart (who takes after her grandma and is also a nuke on the family tree) is a longhair blue tortoiseshell tabby & white. She's a tortie for the sake of her sons and has white for the sake of her blue eyes (I don't super understand the dominant blue eye gene yet, so I just gave every blue eyed cat some white). Her mate, Lionblaze, is a longhair red classic tabby, pretty self-explanatory.

Their first kit is Fernsong, a longhair cream mackerel tabby. His mate is Ivypool, a silver tabby point & white, and their kits are Bristlefrost, a longhair blue silver mackerel tabby tortoiseshell and white (what a mouthful!), Flipclaw, a cinnamon classic tabby, and Thriftear, a tortoiseshell. I could've made Fernsong fawn to make his daughters more canon-accurate, but tortie Bristlefrost my beloved.

Going back up to Cinderheart, her daughter Flywhisker is a longhair blue mackerel tortoiseshell tabby. (All of the CinderLion kits must be longhaired, due to both their parents being such. Small price to pay for Cinder's mane) Hollytuft is a longhair tortoiseshell, Snaptooth is a longhair red classic tabby & white (just to make him a little distinct from his father), Sorrelstripe is a longhair black mackerel tortoiseshell tabby & white, and Spotfur is a longhair blue mackerel tortoiseshell tabby & white. I would've loved to make Spotty here a spotted tabby, but that would take so many tweaks that just aren't worth it. Her spots are now her tortie markings.

Going back up to Brackenfur, his daughter Honeyfern is a cinnamon ticked tortoiseshell tabby & white. Lilyheart is a blue mackerel tabby and white (a she-cat who didn't need to be hit with the tortie beam?!), Molepaw is a silver classic tabby & white (to explain him being gray and black), Poppyfrost is a cinnamon tricolour, and Seedpaw is a cinnamon and white.

Going back to Poppyfrost, her mate, Berrynose, is a longhair fawn & white. (I've actually made Daisy fawn, because cream Berrynose was the only one that required her to be red anyways.) Their kits are Cherryfall, a cinnamon tortoiseshell and white, and Molewhisker, seal mink and white. He's mink to explain how he's brown and cream.

Going all the way back up to Frostfur, we can now do Brightheart, who is a cinnamon tricolour. She needed to be a tortie anyways, and I've always loved her design in the Girl Like Her MAP, so I likely would've made her one anyways. Her mate is Cloudtail, a longhair white solid (who I also headcanon as a siberian mix, because he has a kittypet father anyways and I love love love siberians). He's masking a red or cream silver classic tabby & white.

Ambermoon, their only kit to not have kits, is a red classic tabby & white. Dewnose, her brother, is a longhair blue & white. Unfortunately, his mate is Sorrelstripe, who we've already covered (fun fact: for a while the wiki stated that he was her mate, but was never stated to be her kits father. I wish that were still true). Their kits are Bayshine, a longhair red classic tabby bicolour, and Myrtlebloom, a longhair fawn solid.

Unfortunately again, Bayshine's mate is Thriftear. So far, their only known kit is Moonpaw, who in canon is a longhair tortoiseshell and the author's misunderstanding of a chimera. I've taken the liberties to make her a longhair cream classic tabby & white/tortoiseshell & white chimera.

Going back to Brightheart, her next kit is Snowbush, a longhair white solid like his father. He's masking a red tabby & white (I don't list traits that are masked unless needed, so his tabby type could be anything). His mate is Lilyheart.

Their kits are Honeyfur, a dilute tricolour (and one of the only cats I allowed myself to make a cryptic tortie, hence why I don't specify what kind of dilute), Larksong, a black solid, and Leafshade, a tortoiseshell.

Larksong's mate is Sparkpelt, a longhair cinnamon tortoiseshell mackerel tabby. Their kits are Finchlight, a tortoiseshell, Flickerkit, also a tortoiseshell (and XXY intersex now), and Nightheart, a longhair black solid.

Back up once again to Brightheart, her final kit is Whitewing, a white solid. She's masking silver (didn't list if tabby or not) tortoiseshell & white. Her mate is Birchfall, a fawn spotted tabby. Their kits are Dovewing, a longhair blue smoke and white (I love smoke Dovewing nobody can take it from me. White for the sake of my heterochromia headcanons), and Ivypool, who I'm realizing I already covered. See why I called Frostfur a nuke?

Dovewing's mate is Tigerstar the second, who is a cinnamon mackerel tabby & white. I like to make him and Bramblestar not black to make them distinct from Tigerstar the first. He has white for fun :)

Their kits are Birchpaw, a fawn solid, Lightleap, a black mackerel tabby, Pouncestep, a blue mackerel tabby, Rowankit, a cinnamon mackerel tabby & white (white because it felt weird that nobody was getting any), and Shadowsight. I have very specific headcanons for Shadowsight; he's a chimera between a longhair smoke with ghost mackerel tabby markings and a red-eyed albino. When I eventually draw him, I plan on giving him a white "mask" over his eyes.

Finally, we can move onto Frostfur's third kit, who mercifully has no children of her own. Cinderpelt is a longhair smoke and white. Moonkitti's design for her has permanently altered my perception of her, and while I do have her as black (she needs to be dark.), I can't not give her her lighter mane.

Finally, the final FrostFour kit is Thornclaw, a cream mackerel tabby & white. His mate is Blossomfall, a longhair tortoiseshell and white. Their kits are Eaglewing, a red ticked tabby, Plumstone, a tortoiseshell, Shellfur, a longhair tortoiseshell & white (who I also have marked down as XXY, but you could also make him trans if you'd like), and Stemleaf, a red mackerel tabby bicolour.

Stemleaf requires us to bring back Spotfur (sigh.) for their kits; Bristlepaw, a longhair red mackerel tabby bicolour, Graypaw, a longhair blue bicolour, and Stempaw, a red mackerel tabby & white.

And finally, we're done. Whew.

#i have a (stolen) headcanon that frostfurs bio parents are Featherwhisker and a turkish angora kittypet #haven't decided who her adopted parents are yet #doesnt fix all the problems but it fixes some i was spared from mentioning due to me not covering her siblings #warrior cats my beloathed #it also lets me make her an actual white dolid!

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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Fuck-Pack Starter Kit // 3rd date edition (AOT)

A/N = I. Want. To. Be. At. These. Men's. Mercy.

Headcanon-esque AOT for these 3 men. Honestly, I can see them all doing parts of this piece. Not necessarily like I think they'd all do something like this. Hell. Let's just bring all 3 of them in and put this theory to the test. Excuse me while I go cry behind my dumpster in the pouring rain.

C/W = Iiiiittt'sss fairly tame. Oral {M->F}, V->P, a teensy weensy bit of praise, and cheese. Like, thoughtful, bullshit you're probably never going to find out here in this dumbass version of life lol.

WC = 1841

Fuck-Pack Starter Kit // 3rd date edition (AOT)

Erwin, Levi, Reiner,

You get to their house after a really, really romantic dinner date. They run around to your side of the car to open the door for you. Not missing how you slide your skirt up extra high, that slit showing off your succulent thighs as you stand up, their hand holding yours.

"Thank you ... for a really lovely evening." You say, face glowing in the full moon's light. Your makeup is simple. But it hits all the right spots when you smile.

"Y-you're not leaving yet, are you?" They are unable to hide their disappointment.

"I mean, I don't have to go. What do you want to do with the rest of the night?" Faked. Innocence. And you pull it off so well.

They smile their cocky half-smile, eyes unmoving, and guide you into their house by the small of your back. All the while imagining it arched like McDonalds while they're hovering over your naked and sweat-covered body.

"Let's see where the night takes us, mm?"

The door is unlocked and as you walk in everything looks the same to you. You've been here so many times by now that even the lights that splay across the ceiling as cars drive by are familiar to you.

But it feels different tonight.

There's electricity in the air around you.

Between the two of you.

They walk over to you standing by the breakfast bar, your purse clenched tightly in your hand.

"Can I take your coat and purse for you? I'll sit them on the entryway table."

You smile and hand them your purse and turn for your jacket to be taken off by their quick and nimble fingers.

You can feel their eyes on your bare shoulders as they slide your jacket off.

Instinctively you stand straighter. The dip in your lower back is more pronounced than 5 seconds ago.

Their fingers just barely grazing your skin causes it to erupt in goosebumps.

All of your senses are focused on them.

Their breathing, the way they touch your exposed skin so lightly, you can hear them lick their lips.

You can hear their little moan get hitched in their throat as they brush your hair away from you and lean down to kiss your neck.

They take a step back and go to put your jacket and purse down.

You can't help but study how their body moves as they walk away from you.

The way their shoulders stay strong against the fabric of their shirt. How their chest fills it out so, so sweetly. It makes you want to rip the buttons clean off. But the shirt looks so good on them you don't want to ruin it. Maybe another time.

"So ..." they say.

You put your lips together and roll them both inward, you look a little like you're trying not to laugh.

In reality, you're trying not to drop your non-existent panties on the floor and shove them onto the couch.

"So ..." you say back with a raised eyebrow.

Your breathing was getting noticeably deeper. Your chest heaved up and out of the front of your dress.

They nod at you and get to you in half a heartbeat.

You expect with how quickly they were in front of you for the rest of their movements to be hastened and rough.

It almost took your breath away with how gentle they were.

They're kissing your cheeks, meeting with your lips when they switch sides. Hands are rubbing up and down your waist as they strain to control themselves.

You're both a little surprised as you're the one to make the first bold move.

You wrapped your arms around their neck and smashed your lips against theirs in a rushed and heated kiss.

Pulling them closer and closer to you, you fought to close any space left between you.

You moaned into their mouth as you broke the kiss with a bite to their bottom lip.

You were sure it was going to leave a mark, but they didn't seem to mind.

You smiled at them as they started to push you back towards their bedroom.

You stumbled a bit as they walked you backward, their lips never leaving your body.

They moved to kiss down your jawline, onto your neck, then down your shoulder, and to your back.

You can feel their fingers fumble around your dress as they trail their lips down your spine, their fingers tugging on the zipper as they go.

You can feel their hot breath on your back as they get lower and lower, their knees hitting the ground as they pull your dress down to your ankles.

They move back up and grab your ass, squeezing it tight as they stand back up.

Their hands slide up and down your legs, moving the thigh high stockings back into place.

They moan as they reach where your panties should be, feeling how wet you are.

You can hear them sighing as they move back up your body and turn you around.

You give them a look - sheer curiosity - as they lean in to kiss you again, your hand sliding down their chest to their bulge.

You rub it gently, making them moan and push their hips into you.

"I want you." They say not leaving any room for doubt.

You're both so desperate for each other, but neither of you wants to rush this moment.

You want to savor it, relish in the way they touch you, the way they look at you.

You can feel your skin burning with desire for them, and you're not sure if it's ever going to go away.

They guide you over to their bed, laying you down on your back.

You feel so exposed, but you can't help but open yourself for them as they look down at your nearly naked body.

You hear their belt buckle jingle as they start to take off their pants. Their cock springing out of their boxers as you reach and push them down.

Their fingers trace the top of your tights around your upper legs, then they push your legs all the way out for them to wholly see you.

You're dying to feel them inside of you, but your desire to feel them everywhere else far outweighs your impatience.

They crawl onto the bed, their knees sinking into the mattress as they get on top of you.

You feel them pushing up against your entrance, but they don't enter you yet.

They run their hands down your stomach, your breasts, your arms, your thighs.

They're taking their time, and you're loving every second of it.

"So fucking beautiful. Goddamn it."

They wrap your legs around their shoulders, pulling you down closer to them.

You can feel their breath rolling up and down your folds, their lips pressing against your clit with every pass they make.

It's driving you wild, and you know that they're doing it on purpose.

"Fuck ... please ..." you whisper.

They smile up at you, their tongue lined up with your entrance.

They push it inside of you slowly. Holding your hands and looking you straight in the eye.

You can't help but moan and grind yourself against their face.

You can hear their breathing getting heavier as they move around inside of you, their fingers now filling you up.

They pull their face back and start to thrust in and out of you, their pace slow and deliberate.

You moan louder this time, your nails digging into their arms as their hand fucks you.

You can feel your body responding to theirs, your entirety tensing as they fuck you harder and faster.

Your breathing is ragged, and your body is shaking.

You can feel yourself getting close to the edge, and they can too.

Arching your back, your hips rise up to meet their thrusts.

You feel them hit that spot inside of you that makes you lose control.

Screaming their name as your nails take hold of their arm. You’re scratching their skin.

You feel your body pulsate around them, their fingers still moving inside of you.

As you lay there, breathing hard, they pull themselves out of you.

They smile and lay next to you, their hand resting on your stomach.

You look at each other, both of you trying to find satisfaction in what just happened.

But neither of you are done.

You can feel yourself getting wetter as you watch them slowly lick your juices off of their fingers.

You want them again. This time you want to make them feel good.

You get on top of them, your thighs straddling their waist.

You can feel their cock pushing up against your entrance, and you waste no time in sinking down onto it.

Your brows furrow and you exhale heavily as you feel them fill you up, your hips meeting theirs as you ride them.

Their hands find your hips, helping you move up and down on them.

"Good girl. Gooood girl, fffucckk."

You can feel them getting harder and harder as you bounce up and down on them, your breasts in their mouth.

You lean down and kiss them, biting their lip as you do.

You can feel them throbbing inside of you.

They're getting close.

You want to finish with them.

You thrust yourself down harder, faster on them, and you can hear them moaning.

"Fuck ... I'm gonna … gonna cum ... " they groan.

You feel them explode inside of you, their hips bucking as they finish.

You smile and keep riding them, their cum dripping down your thighs.

You moan as you feel yourself finally closing in on another orgasm.

Reaching up, you grab your breasts as your head falls back and you ride the wave out.

You collapse on top of them, breathing hard as you lay there.

You look at each other, both of you now content.

"I -" they started.

"My lips are dry." You accidentally interrupted.

"I have something for you," they continued. "Here you go."

"Thhhanks? What is this? Chapstick? A bottle of water? A towelette? Is this -"

"It's an after ... uh, well, it's a little kit I put together for you tonight before I picked you up." They rubbed the back of their neck and turned a shade of red that was so soft you almost didn't notice it in the soft light from the lamp.

"I hope this wasn't too presumptuous of me?" They pressed.

You shook your head. So touched that someone would think ahead like this. So happy they wanted you like you wanted them.

"And I bet your throat was dry from all of that breathing, too." They handed you the opened bottle of water.

You smiled, "Mhm, my lips are dry too."

"Here! Here's the towelette." They tore the small package open for you like a kid at Christmas and gave you a near life-changing smile, to boot.

"Thank you. Thank you for thinking ahead like this. It actually means a lot." You were so touched by their silly little gesture it was all you could do not to tell them you loved them right then and there.

"No problem, y/n. It'll be in this drawer right here for next time."

“Next time?” You asked, so, so happy you decided to go out with them.

"Well ... yes, obviously."

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technowoah · 2 years ago

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Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better

Moments between Jason Todd and his lover, whos apart of the League of Assassins btw

- Based on these headcanons I made

⚠︎: mentions of death, injures, not much gore, swearing and complicated feelings, also this is unedited so sorry for any typos or errors

"This shit sucks ass."

"Jason please stop with the swearing."

You both stumbled into his apartment, well your shared apartment. Coming from patroling the city you two were beaten pretty badly. Your League outfit that was once green and gold was now ruined in a blood red that was from your gashes and wounds.

Jason was beaten up badly too. His helmet was broken and he was supporting a black eye. His suit was ripped open showing newly fresh wounds.

The fight was just a hazy memory, you've both hit your heads a couple of times and right now it dosen't even matter. Whet matters most is that you both made it home.

To be honest you dont even know how you had the energy left to get back to his apartment. You thought you were going to bleed out so thats why you have Bruce's number on speedial at the moment.

You and Jason ended up in the kitchen before slowly falling to the cold ground. Not making it fully to the living room and covering the floor with dirt and blood. Both of you were breathing heavily without your masks on.

You two were lying on your backs heads faced toward eachother while your noses were almost touching. You beathed in his scent which smelt like blood and smoke and just smelt like the outdoors.

Some might say this would be a romantic moment.

Except for the fact that you both were bleeding out on the kitchen floor.

After a while of staring at eachother and wondering which one was gonna call for help first you whispered to him.

"We need to call for some assistance Jason."

"Its fine." He said while trying to get up from his spot on the floor. "I can get the medical kit, its in that cabinet."

The cabinet which he was talking about wasn't on the floor, it was a high shelf. Jason tried to stand up on his knees, but groaned in pain as he found his way back to the floor.

"Let me call Bruce."

"Hell. No"

"Jason-"

"Im not letting him save me. Im not weak." He groaned and you rolled your eyes.

"Jason, I am weak."

He paused for a moment. Seeing you both are in the same predicament. Both beaten, bloodied, hand and knees, chest and arms, canr barely move. He didn't want to pass out here, he didnt want you to either. He didn't want to calm Bruce.

"Call Alfred."

~~~

"Seems like you two got into some trouble?"

"Yeah a little bit." Jason responed to Alfred.

Alfred got you both to the couch and started on stiching your wounds. You both looked like mummies, but you both were cleaner than you were before.

"Thank you again." You spoke.

"There is no need for that, it is my job after all. Ive taken care of about 4 kids for all these years."

"Yeah, thank you Alfred." Jason responded.

"You're welcome." Alfred smiled at Jason and he gave a small smirk back. "So when are you going to tell master Bruce about the two of you?"

"Never." Jason said quickly. "I dont want him in my buisness, he'll try to take over my love live."

"Love life." You whispered but no one heard.

"He'll find out eventually you know?"

"Yeah"

"Until then we'll be fine Jason, I promise."

He was silent, he was thinking too hard and you could tell. The dim lights of the room gave a gloomy aspect but it highlighted his face well. Jason opened his mouth to protest like he always does, but you beat him to it.

"Im very good at keeping a secret am I not?" You teased waiting for his reaction.

It was a slight smirk but it dissappeared. "Yeah took a while to figure out you were from the Leauge. When you pretended you weren't apart of the League, that messed me up when you started training me."

"My best student." You whispered, guilt filled your heart when he brung up the past.

"Damn right." He smiled at you. For the first time today.

The moon was brighter than usual as you stared at it encapsulated by its beauty. The Leauge made a huge deal about the moon. It felt like you were home.

Jason had left you outside by yourself a while ago saying he needed wine. You both took lawn chairs outside to Bruces huge acre garden to have some sort of alone time at Bruce's house. He's been taking a while to get the wine and you probably should assume that his brothers were taking up his time. You kept staring at the moon.

"Is it that interesting as they say?"

You sat up and turned slightly to see Damian taking Jason's seat next to you.

"If you look yes it is."

"Is it true you studied the moon?"

"A lot of questions young one." You smirked and he scoffed. "Yes I did. One time in Egypt I studied it and immediately got immersed in the study of space."

Damian hummed in response and was about to ask a question, but remembered your response to him asking another question.

"Why are you hesitant?" You asked and he tensed beside you.

"You can tell from the Leauge right? Their training?"

"It was interesting, but yes. Like Jason per say." He raised his eyebrows in question. "His senses are heightened because of the Lazarus Pit right?"

He nodded and you admired his focus to your words. "Think like that. You're truly advanced Damian, but not as advanced as me." You laughed.

"How can I be?"

"What do you mean?"

"I want to be better." He looked seriously into your eyes with nothing but determination.

"You dont want to go back there Damian."

"I know but-"

"But nothing, Damian." You cut him off sternly. "It's horrible, a bad place with bad people. I dont care if they are considered family. Family can be bad as well."

"What if I want to change the Leauge of Assassins."

"Change the Leauge of Assassins, the very same one that's under Ra's rule?"

"Yes. Didn't I make myself clear."

"Clear as the moon Damian."

It's not like you hated the Leauge. You had a love-hate relationship with them. But you and Damian had seen the worse of it all and both of you know you're both better off here than back there.

"Think about it." Damian spoke into the air. You nodded as you both satnin silence with the tension slowly releasing the air. The only noise was the occasional crickets and your own mind.

"Why?" You asked Damian.

"Again you ask me why?"

"I ask you "why" because I want a plan from you. I dont do anything without a plan."

Damian scoffed, "You and Jason go on rouge missions all the time."

"Those are supposed to be secret." You chuckled.

"He's not as discreet as you are."

You laughed and at the sound of your laughter Damian had a small smirk. These times with the Waynes had helped you highten your emotions. Always been taught that emotions will hold you back, that they'll make you weak is nothing now. Jason and you work out your emotions. Both expressing things you both never expressed before. Joy, love, compassion, jealousy, sadness, rage. All because of Jason, every day you see yourself grow more. And he can say the same about you.

"You tryna steal my girlfriend demon?"

Speak of the devil.

"No Todd, just having lively conversation." Damian spoke as he stood up. You noticed he was more relaxed than when he came out to the garden before.

"We'll I'll appreciate it if you would leave us alone for now." He sat down the red wine and glassed on the grass then he occupied himself with opening the bottle, his muscles flexing while he did so distracted you for a bit while Damian was yelling at Jason for taking up too much of your time.

Jason somehow got the last and Damian left with a huff.

"We'll talk later Damian!" You yelled after him. He just turned around with a nod acknowledging your statement and closed the glass door behind him.

"Lively conversation huh?" Jason asked as he handed you a glass and filled it up as you held it.

"Yes." You smiled.

"Thats all I get is a "yes"?" He complained.

"Mhm."

"You're an ass."

It was a quiet night for Jason, I mean except for the Gotham noise below him. Crime has been slow, so he found his favorite rooftop that overlooked the city illuminated in its own beautiful way. Peaceful wasn't what followed him so he wondered why the universe gave him this.

"Funny seeing you here."

He turned his head slightly to see you walking towards him in all your assassin glory. Your outfit and mask was still on, but he could tell you're smiling. He really hit the jackpot today huh?

"You're back huh? To gloomy old Gotham."

"The mission was quick, too easy."

"Did you kill someone for me?" He chuckled while leaning against his shiny red helmet on the side of him.

"Of couse I did. For old times." You laughed while taking a spot next to him.

"Yeah, old times."

He had no idea why you were in his life. Why was the universe being so kind to him? This beauty sitting next to him, the night lights glowing softly on your face. You changed his life in so many beautiful confusing ways. Nothing was perfecy between you two and nothing will be stable, but to him its a perfect love story.

"Jason?"

"Yeah."

"Just I need-" You huffed out of frustration. "Kiss me." You blurted out while he just stared at you.

"Jason this was so long without you I need you to kiss-" You finally got what you wanted when he molded your lips together.

Your lips moved in unison while your hand traveled up his shoulder and to his neck and his hand help your waist. It felt like heaven ti Jason, your lips on his. His home. His gaurdian angel back in his arms. His hand around your waist gripped the fabric tightly wanting nothing more to rip the traditional armor off of you and feel you close.

He parted for a second for air. "You're home." His breath tickled your lips

You both were and hour away from your shared apartment, but you knew what he meant.

You pecked his lips. "Im home."

The motel stinked, but it was the only temporary option.

Jason was lying on the bed on his laptop he somehow brought, am6d you were polishing your swords when he sat up beside you and pushed the computer in your lap.

"Egypt?"

"Egypt doll!"

You could tell he was excited about this. "What are you implying?"

"I'm implying that we go to Egypt. For a week? And we're going there for fun this time. You spoke very highly of it."

You glared at him

"5 days." He srunk

"Why Jason-"

"You always said you wanted to travel the world." Jason rebuttals.

"Yes I have expressed that, but-"

"But nothing. Im making this dream a reality."

Jason scooted closer to you closing the gap that was once inbetween you.

"Jason," You started. "Egypt is just one place."

"Yeah, but then we can travel from there." He smiled.

"Like Brazil?"

"If you want baby."

"Greece? Tokyo? Greenland?"

"All that and more doll." You gave him a look. It was a look of uncertainty. He knew that look too well.

Jason was reckless, you were too, in the field, not in real life. Money wasn't much for you because the Leauge would take care of it all, but Jason was different. You wouldn't want him spending money on you so frivolously.

"I'll do anything for you, you know that right." He whispered leaning in closer to you.

"Sometimes."

"I'll burn the Earth for you if you wanted."

"Im not used to hearing stuff like this said to me. You make me feel love again Jason." You whispered back to him.

Jason wasn't one to voice his emotions often so he just kissed you, hard. It felt like he wanted to devour you before breaking the kiss for a second.

"So, am I buying the tickets or nah?"

"Jason im not leaving my home!"

"I thought you hated that place?!"

You and Jason had been fortunate enough to get back home before you both exploded on eachother. The pent up frustration from the last mission you were sent on by the Leauge caused tension between you, Jason, and his family as well.

Dick was worried sick about you. You came back with cuts and bruises adorning your body like jewels.

Tim did not expect the Leauge to not treat you after such a mission. He expected for them to take carew of your wounds but after you told them that and I quote, "We're told to take care of our own wounds, not to be a burden to others." He was fuming.

Damian was dissapointed. He knew you were the Leauge's top fighters, he respected you for that, but one of their top fighters should know their limits. You should have a say on what mission you take or not, but you don't which leads him to try and convince you to leave.

"They made me who I am Jason."

"Who gives a fuck?! I dont care! You're not a killing machine! You're a human!"

You scoffed at that comment, but that made him evem more enraged.

"Are you listening to me?"

"I hear you loud and clear cause your fucking damaging my eardrums!" You ran your hands over your head. "I dont know."

"You dont know what?" Jason sternly questions.

"Im conflicted."

"It shouldn't be that fucking hard."

"Maybe its okay for you to leave your family Jason, but I cant! My mother-"

"You dont have to." Jason interrupted you. He knew your mom died a long time ago. He knew that the Leauge took care of you in her place.

"I feel like that's all I have of her."

"Thats not true."

You both we're silent for a while. You refuse to let tears fall on your cheeks. Jason's hands were slowly releasing their hard clench.

"Im sorry." You said.

"Me too." Jason follows.

"We're really fucked aren't we?" You laughed a tear trickling down your cheek. Jason stepped closer to you and took his thumb and wiped your tear.

"Now look who's swearing now." He laughed. He pulled you in for a hug encased in his broad arms and rested his head ontop of yours. "And yes we are."

..........

You and Jason were cuddled up againt eachother with him fast asleep. He was snoring pretty loud and that woke you up out of your peaceful sleep.

Carefully, you slipped out of his arms and the covers and headed towards the kitchen for a glass of water.

You padded to the kitchen when you felt a presence in the apartment with you.

"Damian."

"How did you know?"

"I felt your presence." You smirked and he scoffed.

"Are you better?" He asks while sitting on the kitchen island.

"No." You chuckled.

You both were quiet with him not knowing what to say.

"Will you take my offer?"

"Which one?"

"To reform the Leauge of Assassins." He spoke in some sort of heroic tone he learned from his father.

"Ah I forgot about that one. When was this? December?" You teased

"June 13." He deadpanned.

"I know. Why would I take up your offer now?" You questioned trying to get him to spill.

"I want to go back just as much as you. But its horrible we could run it together!" He shouted.

"Keep it down." You shushed him "Jason is alseep."

"What's there to loose?" He grunted.

"Everything, Damian."

"What are you doing here at 3am?" Jasom stumbled into the kitchen wrapping an arm around you.

"You always have to interrupt our conversations Todd?"

"Yeah I want my girlfriend back to bed." He snipped while taking your glass and stealth a sip of your water.

"Damian?" You softly spoke.

"Yes?"

"Stay here tonight. I'll call Bruce and tell him that his son was worried about me." You joked and he scoffed again already gathering the blankets and pillows from the last time he stayed on the couch, turning on the TV making himself at home.

"Its like we already have a kid."

"Shut up." Jason rolled his eyes and chuckled before filling up the glass again and going back to bed.

"Damian." You called out his name again and he lifted his head from the couch.

"Let's have this conversation when you're older okay?"

He gave you a small smile before turning his attention back to the TV.

You cuddled back with Jason under the covers, he gave you a small kiss on your forehead before shutting his eyes.

"I think I want to change the Leauge of Assassins."

"You do you babe." He slurred.

"Jay Im serious."

"Im serious too. Do whatever you want I'll be here right by your side. No matter how dangerous."

"No matter how deadly?" You sighed.

"You know I love a good deadly mission once and a while." He smirked with his eyes closed.

"I love you."

"I love you too doll. And I'll follow you to the ends of the earth."

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monocaelia · 3 years ago

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tending to their wounds

they cannot evade death. but with you around, they're invincible.

feat. albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao

genre : headcanons, fluff, angst [for xiao and kazuha], hurt/comfort

warnings : blood and injury. death mention. minor cursing.

❀ albedo

it's to no one's surprise that albedo isn't human, meaning he doesn't have the same bodily functions as the others in mondstadt do. his body cannot bleed nor can he feel much pain. that's not to say he can't at all, but a simple prick from a piece of shattered flask can't really do the young alchemist any harm.

flasks breaking or nicking himself while conducting his own research never really phased the alchemist. despite the warnings his assistant gave him about laboratory safety, he didn't need to heed them if the injuries didn't apply to him, did he?

it's safe to say that the chief alchemist is... perplexed to say the least at seeing you worry over him. he wasn't expecting you to come rushing through his laboratory door when you heard the sound of falling glass and nearly climbed over all of his equipment to come to his aid.

"really, you shouldn't have to worry," his gentle voice reassures you, but his attempts to calm you down are futile. instead, albedo is met with your furrowed brows in concentration and your fingers brushing against his as you inspect his invisible wounds.

"yeah well, maybe if you were more careful in your laboratory i wouldn't be here worrying over you, would i?" albedo sighs at your response and decides to let you do as you please to his 'injuries.'

the alchemist's teal eyes follow your movements as you reach for the bandages in the first aid kit and begin to wrap them around his finger tips. he doesn't miss the way your tongue pokes out from between your lips as you concentrate on the task in front of you.

despite not needing to worry much about him, albedo finds it endearing that you care so much about his wellbeing. how much you care about him, how often you check up on him and make sure he never overworks himself. you truly are a caring individual, a ray of warm sunshine in his life.

you meet albedo's gaze when your name leaves his lips, eyes filled with curiosity at what he could possibly want.

"thank you for tending to me." he thanks you with tender smile on his face, his spare hand gently ruffling your hair. the flustered expression on your face is hard to miss, especially when you quickly duck your head down and away from the alchemist.

you stutter out that 'this is nothing!' and continue on wrapping albedo's faux injuries. though, the alchemist finds the way your hands shake as they brush against his skin adorable.

❀ childe

childe is a war criminal, in case you missed it. it's not uncommon to find the young man fighting an entire hoard of enemies by himself. the thrill of battle never seems to be enough for him, as he constantly seeks anything that could satiate his need for exhilaration.

finding scars or fresh injuries on the harbinger is the usual for you, regardless of whether or not they're shallow wounds or deep gashes that gush blood and stain your poor floor. not that childe minds anyways, he sees his battle scars as medals of the many fights he has won and wears them with pride.

but, despite being one of the fatui harbingers and an absolute beast on the battlefield, that doesn't stop you from worrying about his wellbeing.

your brows furrow in concern at the sight of childe in front of you; body worn from using his foul legacy form one too many times in succession and injuries sustained from his earlier fight. he shouldn't have protected you, really you could have protected yourself. and yet...

"you're going to ruin yourself if you keep going into your other form all the time, you know." childe laughs weakly at your lecturing; that's all he can do right now anyways. you catch your lip in between your teeth as you rub a cooling ointment on the harbinger's body. "this isn't funny. you can't just die. then no one would be the eleventh harbinger and you-"

"i would leave you alone?" childe smiles when you send him a glare. his rough hand finds yours, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. there's not a chance in the world that he would succumb to death just yet. childe is still young, and there are many others that he hasn't had the pleasure of fighting against.

and he sure as abyss can’t pass away without saying how he truly feels about you.

you grumble to the snezhnayan that you could've handled it all alone, that you didn't need him to go all berserk on the ruin guards that had surrounded you earlier. instead, childe laughs and places a weak hand on your forearm. "i know, but that was the perfect time to show you just how well i can fight. maybe then, you'll finally accept my feelings."

a white lie, really. even though childe knows that you could've handled it yourself, he acted on instinct back then. the thought of you being harmed in any way sends a chill down the harbinger's spine. he wouldn't forgive himself if he reacted a second too late and you ended up hurt as a consequence.

what's the point of harboring the power of the abyss if he couldn't protect the ones he loved.

you roll your eyes at his answer, choosing to quietly resume cleaning up childe's wounds in hopes that he doesn't say anything more embarrassing. as your fingers brush against the snezhnayan's freckled skin, you don't miss the way he leans towards your touch and the happy hum rumbling from his chest.

❀ diluc

the darknight hero is not one to lose his battles, let alone allow any of his enemies lay a finger on him. trained by the knights and his own father, diluc's fighting style is difficult to intercept and finding a weak spot in his defense is futile. even if his sword is too slow, his fists will be glad to meet those that oppose him.

that isn't to say he doesn't get hurt every now and then. you've caught him with bandages wrapped around his hand, blood soaked gauze around his torso. as long as the job was done, diluc didn't mind the wounds he received in battle.

he isn't used to others tending to his wounds, as nobody really knows he's the darknight hero and protects mondstadt in the middle of the night. so when you catch him in the act of cleaning his wounds and offer to help, he kind of freezes up.

diluc wants to decline your offer, sure that he could finish this up by himself. and besides, he doesn't want to burden you with his consequences so late at night. but he knows you would keep bugging him and complain later that he didn't "love you" or whatever dramatic act you'd be committing in the near future.

it's hard to look at you when you're so close to the red haired vigilante. granted, diluc has always been pretty close with you, seeing as the two of you grew up together and shared most of your memories with one another (and kaeya).

but being physically close to you... is another story. your fingers lightly touching his skin, your face so close to his as you inspect other wounds on his body, your hands roaming the expanse of his chest to remove his shirt in case it hid any other injuries you could have missed.

diluc's hands twitch when you inch even closer to him. if he wanted to, it would take one swift movement to have his lips on yours. one swift movement to hold you in his arms and feel the way your skin melts into his.

but the vigilante has self-control and would rather die than make you uncomfortable.

diluc releases a shaky breath when you finally move away from his body, though it's only a brief moment of respite since you immediately move back into your previous position after grabbing more bandages. absolutely perfect for the poor vigilante.

he clears his throat when your hands slide down his arms to reassure the pressure is enough to keep his wounds from reopening and bleeding out. it is then that you realize what you've been doing to the poor red haired man and how close you've been to him and his body.

"oh? what could you possibly be thinking about, mr. ragnvindr?" you tease, raising an eyebrow and sending diluc a playful smile. you fail to suppress your laughter when he scrunches up his face and turns his face away from you, his ears burning a wonderful shade of bright pink.

"i think it's time for you to leave." shocked, you try and apologize and get him to let you stay a little bit more. the night is still young, and he still has more injuries to be looked at! but diluc pays you no mind.

not like he'd have the heart to actually kick you out of his room anyways.

❀ kaeya

the captain of the calvary isn't one to fight, always looking for people to do his dirty work so he doesn't have to. why bother exerting more energy than you already have when you can make others do it for you? it's more fun that way, anyways.

that doesn't mean kaeya is incapable of fighting. if needed to, the blue haired captain would gladly point his sword at the enemy to keep them at bay or spar a fellow knight. scratches and shallow scrapes are what you mostly see from him.

you aren't expecting to be called into the knights of favonius headquarters and be greeted by the calvary captain battered up and bruised in the infirmary.

"you're squeezing me too hard," kaeya comments nonchalantly, as if he isn't bleeding to death on the bed right now. "you'll cut off circulation in my arm if you keep doing that." you shoot him a glare, but the blue haired captain only laughs at you. you tighten the bandage on his arm.

you refuse to get tangled up in anymore of kaeya's antics. it's all his fault you've aged ten years because of him and his stupid actions and refusing to ask for help despite the mission being bigger than anyone could handle. alone at least. it's not like you don't trust him, but a little extra help isn't bad to have.

your frown deepens when your eyes flit up to stare at the blood soaked shirt covering kaeya's chest. you order him to take it off so you can inspect his injury, which was a mistake on your part.

"oh? shouldn't you ask me on a date first before being this forward?" kaeya's laughter rings around the infirmary seeing your deadpan expression at his joke. maybe you should just leave, just leave this stupid man to bleed to death on this infirmary bed. maybe then you would finally be at peace.

"well. maybe i would have asked you on a date if you weren't so stupid to take this dumb mission alone. you could have died, asshole." kaeya only hums in response, which pisses you off even more. it's like he didn't have a care in the world.

in the midst of your grumblings and cleaning of kaeya's wounds, you miss the tender look he gives you; warm and gentle. the captain finds it nice to have someone care for someone like him after so long.

it wasn’t his fault he wanted to do this alone. well, it was, but it’s hard for kaeya to rely on others and be vulnerable to those around him despite how long he’s known them. his walls are built high, refusing to let anybody in in case he accidentally hurts them in the future.

he wonders if you'd miss him if he disappeared one day, but the way your brows furrow in concern at seeing how bad the gash in his chest confirms his answer.

kaeya’s endearing, warm smile is replaced with the usual smug smirk when you look up to meet his gaze. one day, he hopes he’ll be able to let his walls down around you.

"you know, you're really cute when you worry over me. maybe i should get injured more often." the look of shock at kaeya's comment is evident on your flustered face and it takes everything in him to not laugh and open up his wounds again.

❀ kazuha

kazuha isn't one to easily get injured, well at least seriously injured. he was raised by a prestigious family, trained in the arts of the kaedehara clan. with the help of his prior knowledge of fighting and his keen senses, it's hard to one-up the young man to the point of injury.

that isn't to say he has never sustained any injuries. there have been one too many times that the inazuman traveller has shown up at your door with a couple of scrapes and an apologetic smile on his face.

so, it's a surprise when you find kazuha at your doorstep severely injured and clutching something in his burned hand.

it's quiet between the two of you as your eyes scan kazuha's body for any more injuries and your hands quickly move to tend to his right hand. the skin is burnt, bleeding, and his fingers shake from the injuries it sustained.

you whisper an apology to the inazuman when you gently clean the wounded skin with a warm cloth. he doesn't flinch, dazed eyes still staring off in front of you. it makes you wonder what kazuha went through to be injured this badly. though, seeing as the only serious injury was his right hand, you assumed it wasn't from a fight.

"kazuha... what happened to you?" your words are gentle, afraid your voice would scare the inazuman traveller in front of you. kazuha doesn't respond and instead tightens the grip he has on your hand that's bandaging him. his hand is shaking, and you don't realize he's crying until you feel the wet teardrops on your skin.

ruby eyes glazed with tears meet your own when your eyes flick up to confirm that he was indeed crying.

"tomo..." the crack in his voice shatters your heart and you find yourself pulling kazuha into your arms. his own circle around you and his hands grip onto the back of your shirt as he buries his face into your shoulder.

kazuha's body shakes as he sobs at the loss of his friend. he must have held it in until he got to the safety of your home. you were always his safe haven; coming over so you could tend his light wounds and provide a roof over his head if he was passing by your village.

and yet all you can do now is hold him until the storm inside his heart passes by.

❀ xiao

being in pain or having many injuries litter the expanse of his skin isn't unusual for xiao. he's an adeptus whose sole purpose is to serve rex lapis and protect the citizens of liyue, even if it meant throwing his life away.

even then, sustaining larger, more painful wounds didn't make the adeptus bat an eye. despite how horrible it sounds, xiao is used to it all and takes each hit and laceration that comes his way without blinking an eye.

when karmic debt constantly takes a toll against your health and death is the only solution to reaching true peace, it's hard to care about the state of your own wellbeing.

so imagine xiao's surprise when he shows up at the wangshu inn battered and bruised from dealing with a hoard of monsters and seeing you standing in the yaksha's usual spot, waiting for him with a frown etched into your face.

nimble fingers work deftly against xiao's body, quickly cleaning up the lacerations on the adeptus' chest and the scrapes that cover his arms. xiao releases a hiss from the sting of the medicine and you apologize under your breath.

"i knew you would end up like this." your words come out harsher than you intend to. the adeptus doesn't respond. as long as he was the only casualty to come out of this, as long as the innocent lives of liyuens were protected, as long as you were safe behind the walls of the wangshuu inn, it didn't matter how badly his body was injured.

"i just... i just wished you weren't so careless, xiao." the way your voice breaks doesn't go unheard by the yaksha. his eyes snap forward, but your head is tilted down as your shaky fingers worked their way around xiao's torso. "you're always fighting as if no one cared if you died or disappeared one day."

xiao doesn't get it. he doesn't understand why you care about him so much. a being fated to suffer until his dying days are over, one cursed with karmic debt and forced to carry the burdens of the innocent lives he took in his past.

no one should care about him. a monster with blood on his hands.

but here you are, shedding tears for an adeptus who didn't deserve it. the sole yaksha who is fated to succumb to the sweet embrace of death at any given moment.

and yet, despite knowing he doesn't deserve your gentle touch brushing over his wounds, the young adeptus lifts your face with a gloved finger and brushes away the tears that flow down your cheeks. he longs to continue holding you, to feel your skin against his. you're his temporary solace from the karmic debt that hangs over his heart.

an apology slips past xiao's lips, and you cry harder, calling him 'stupid' for almost dying out there. you bury yourself in his chest and he hugs you, afraid that if he let go, you would be nothing but a dream.

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jujurambles-archived · 2 years ago

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Beach Day With The JJK Trio

It’s scorching hot here so I wanted to write something summery for my favourite anime trio <3. This is my first time writing for a fandom so bear with me please.

Even though this is SFW, the trio and reader are 21.

Yuuji brings a ton of games with him, like Uno cards and regular cards, he even brings a whole monopoly board along. When will you guys even have time to play monopoly?

But he also brings beach balls and water guns and even a sand castle building kit. He’s like a little kid who’s too excited to go to the beach! *insert Yuuji saying waku waku!!*

Nobara is screaming at Yuuji for ruining her sing-along show on the way to the beach and you and Megumi are thankful for Yuuji but now you have to listen to Nobara screaming instead of singing.

Megumi packs a book to read while he listens to music on his trusty red headphones. And you, Yuuji, and Nobara are like “you can do this stuff at home you should enjoy the beach!!” but he thinks this is how he truly enjoys beach days.

When you arrive in the afternoon , you quickly put down your stuff in the small beach house where you’re staying overnight and quickly run to the beach, but Megumi stays a little, putting everything in its place and then he follows along to join you.

You spend an hour swimming or actually just splashing Yuuji and Nobara and playing with the water guns while Megumi is doing random challenges with himself.

Megumi’s like “how far can I swim using only my legs?” or “how many underwater flips can I do?”.

but he gets bored quickly so he gets out and sits under an umbrella to read his book, and when he sees how happy you guys look he takes a picture or two of you on his phone and his lips curve into a little smile at the thought of how happy he gets when he sees you like this!!

Yuuji, Nobara and you finally get hungry so you get out of the water and head back to the beach house to eat the snacks Yuuji spent the whole morning preparing, and they’re SUPER yummy, just like you expected!!

After that you shower and change and you sit on the balcony drinking beer and playing Uno, but suddenly it turns to a dance party thanks to Nobara’s fire playlist!!

The sun starts setting so you go back to the beach and you and Yuuji work on building the ultimate sand castle that makes kids walking by look at it in jealousy.

Meanwhile Nobara bullied Megumi into taking her pictures for her instagram, poor Megumi :(

Time passes quickly and now it’s dark and there’s a cool breeze. There are very few people around and you can almost only hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore.

You go back to the beach house tired even though you haven’t swum for more than two hours, so you lay down on the bed next to Nobara, while Yuuji falls asleep on the couch next to Megumi who was reading his book but now he fell asleep too.

You wake up at 5:20 am, and you decide to go for a quick swim before you go home, so you change into your swimsuit and when you open the door to head out, Megumi wakes up and says he wants to join you.

You don’t spend a lot of time alone with Megumi, but when you do, you have the greatest conversations, he’s just so comfortable to talk to!!

You were just telling him how happy you are right now, being surrounded by the right people and how grateful you are to have him, Nobara and Yuuji by your side, when you hear Yuuji and Nobara run towards you screaming “YOU TRAITORS!!!” and you can’t help but look at Megumi and tell him “see?” and Megumi just smiles and squeezes your hand while you approach them. You really couldn’t be any happier!

I did it!! I hope I didn't make many mistakes, and I hope you enjoyed reading these not really headcanons. Your comments and reblogs would mean the world to me! And my ask box is always open if you want to talk!! <3

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bangchanswolfpelt · 3 years ago

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ok look I gotta be honest you can’t just drop the whole “yandere” thing and list TWO OF MY ULT BIASES’ NAMES and not fucking elaborate. Seungcheol + Changbin yandere headcanons immediately please and thank u. Ykw elaborate on all of them because I am going feral.

(Also lol I’m glad u treated yourself from my last ask <3 banana bread sounds so good rn,,,,)

- 👾👾

@beefis i'm too much of a soft bitch to write really good yandere stuff, but have some very mild yandere headcanons💕

[Joshua, Jungkook, Solar, Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun under the cut

Changbin, Hyunjin, Jeongin, Hongjoong, Jackson, Yugyeom, and Minhyuk coming soon]

Seungcheol

vascillates between big scary dog bf and sweet needy puppy gf

super jealous mess, not afraid to make a scene if he thinks some asshole is overstepping

will growl at anyone who comes near you then turn around and whine to you for love and reassurance

clingy and openly obsessive

this boy wants to do everything together, and when that's not possible, he's texting you constantly

will send you selfies every other hour and pout and whine for you to do the same

your one saving grace is that Seungcheol's pathetically easy for you—he'll roll over and do just about anything you ask—and so transparent that even when he's feeling stubborn, it's not hard to know which buttons to push to get what you want out of him

how likely he is to murder someone for you: 8.5/10

he didn't plan to, it's definitely a crime of passion, but this boy will fight and murder for you if he feels like you/your relationship is threatened

it is messy

he probably comes to your door at two am, covered in blood and pouting like a puppy because he needs your help cleaning up

this boy will want your help disposing of the body, because he is squeamish once the adrenaline wears off

will do it again in a heartbeat, though, so keep the first aid kit and bleach well-stocked

(moving to another town might be another option, but we both already know he'd follow you to the end of the earth if he had to)

Joshua

honestly one of the scariest ones—too smart and too good at manipulating you to be handled the way yanderes like Scoops and Changbin are

Shua will ruin your relationship with anyone he sees as competition and you'll still feel grateful to him for being there for you through all the drama and heartache

knows how to play it cool, very smoothly transitions from 'friend of a friend' to 'your best friend' to 'the person your life revolves around'—but that's fine! because his life revolves around you!

has a five year, twelve step plan to get this done that he's just been refining since the moment he decided you had to be his

not a love-at-first-sight yandere; Joshua's obsession with you was something that sprouted slowly, without his noticing

an instinctive attraction, turned to curiosity, turned into a quiet determined fixation

hands down, the best at hiding how obsessive he is over you

his perfect, mannerly facade does a good job of covering the occasional moment he just can't resist—a hand pressed to the small of your back just a moment too long, a gaze you catch lingering on you intensely

will occasionally snap when he thinks someone's overstepping, but he recovers quickly, and all that charm makes it easy to brush his behavior off as a charming protectiveness, rather than the raging possessiveness it actually is

the way Joshua unobtrusively and handsomely orbits you probably has you forming your own infatuation before he even makes a move proper; this was not part of his plan, but that doesn't stop him from taking advantage

not above doing what he can to make you jealous; he'll use it as a gauge of where he stands with you, to help figure out what his next move should be, but there's no denying that he also just enjoys it—enjoys knowing you feel (almost) as strongly as he does, enjoys seeing you act a little crazy for him

how likely he is to murder someone for you: 2/10

it's not a matter of willingness, but a matter of style

he'll murder if he has to, but if he has to then something has gone terribly wrong

Shua would much rather dismantle someone's entire life, ruin their reputation and destroy their relationship with you, than get his hands messy with murder

Jungkook

leans a little manipulative

your Jungkookie has definitely watched you date/hook up with guys who are older than him and is a little a bitter about it

is constantly showing off, trying to impress you, because he's convinced that it's only a matter of time before you notice him

there's no one better for you than him, he's sure of that—he just needs you to see it, too

terrible at hiding how into you he is, but affable and guileless enough that it just gets written off as a super intense puppy-crush

if you don't hurry up and notice him soon, though...

well, he only has so much patience

doesn't try to ask you out on a date or confess his feelings—when he decides it's Time, the only way he knows how to express himself is physically

will attempt to turn into your shadow, if you let him

sends you whispery audio messages of him singing you lullabies and has a stack of songs he's written about you and hidden away since he met you

there's literally hours of footage of you stashed away on his hard drive—it wasn't hard to collect, when everyone knows he's into film making and his camera is practically an extension of himself

how likely he is to murder someone for you: 9/10

his jealousy and impulsiveness make for a dangerous combination

it might take a few years, but it's honestly really only a matter of time before Jungkook snaps

if it's someone he feels like he has to protect you from, he won't see any problem with admitting what he's done to you

but if it's someone he knows you're fond of, someone who's been stealing attention that he deserves

he has enough self-awareness to try to hide what he's done, cleaning up his mess hurriedly and making excuses like a guilty child

Yongsun

deranged, but in a cute way~

the kind who moves your relationship forward by simply acting as if you're intimacy level has upgraded and expecting you to roll with it

Yongsun doesn't mind if you're not always on the same page—she's sure you'll catch up soon enough

after all, the two of you are perfect for each other<3

eager and unsubtle—she jumps on every opportunity to spend time with you, to get close to you, to put her hands all over you

remembers your favorite snacks and drinks and spoils you with them constantly

will try to show off for you—flexing, picking you up and carrying you around, grabbing things out of your hands that are just ~too heavy~ for you to haul around

this girl was making wedding plans from the moment she fixated on you, she's just trying to be patient while you take your time making her your wife

she might lose it a little if you're silly enough to think you want to date other people while she's waiting on you

she'll be able to handle anything except for outright rejection, honestly

how likely she is to murder someone for you: 5/10

it's not her first inclination, but if she needs to, she won't hesitate

anything for her darling~

clever and considerate enough to clean up her own messes, but won't hesitate to admit her indiscretions to you

after all—it's important to her that you know just how much you mean to her!!

Yeonjun

the type who just seems like he's really into you at first

you don't realize just how obsessed he is until you're in too deep

it's starts out as shameless flirting, punctuated by moments of intense emotional vulnerability as things between you grow deeper

your Junnie wants to be a part of every aspect of your life, gets moody and jealous when he can't be

checks up on you constantly when you're out without him

needs your approval and validation always, and tries to get in a truly astounding variety of ways

asks you what color he should dye his hair next, if he looks better in these pants or that skirt, if you've seen the last selfie he posted

uses sex to distract you from problems, or to take back your attention if he thinks someone else is stealing too much of it from him

imagine lots of sly innuendo whispered in your ear, casual groping, maybe even pulling you away for a loud, semi-public quickie

absolutely the type to start trouble with your friends—he's convinced that they all want you, that they're all trying to steal you away from him

how likely he is to murder someone for you: 2/10

Yeonjun's not really inclined towards violence—but the fervor of his feelings for you, combined with his intense irrational jealousy, mean that a crime of passion can't really be ruled out

his victim would probably be someone he thinks is actively trying to tempt you away from him—someone who takes up too much of your time, flirts with you in front of him, someone he's sure is angling to push him out

it's a snap decision, fueled by panic and rage and an adoration for you that thrums through every fiber of his being

it's definitely messy, and agonizingly long—but there's no going back once the decision is made

Soobin

(this is literally just the pervy!Soobin i usually write, honestly)

mostly just a shy, desperate little creep for you

steals/sniffs your underwear, takes creepshots, listens to you peeing through the wall of the bathroom

has enough self-awareness to be disgusted by his own behavior

but not enough self-control to stop it

he just wants you and loves you so much, he can't help but steal any little scrap of you that he can get ahold of

will probably never actually make a move, unless something about you suggests he has a real chance—this one's content to sniff your panties from the sidelines his whole life

probably not a danger to anyone else, and definitely not a danger to you

how likely he is to murder someone for you: 1/10

so unassertive and cowardly, it's very unlikely

but don't worry—it's probably not impossible!!

would probably happen if he was caught out by someone who would expose his behavior to you

Taehyun

another one who's a little scary!

very much like Joshua in that he's the type to play it cool and keep things lowkey

unfortunately ends up playing it so cool that you end up thinking he simply does not like you at all

prone to jealousy and possessive outbursts, though, which get confusing when he's so aloof it borders on rude 90% of the time

what you end up seeing: that temperamental guy in your friend group who just doesn't like you for some reason, and doesn't think anyone should date you :[[

when Taehyun realizes that he's swung too far in the opposite direction, he probably doesn't handle it well

none of his planning factored in the distance he's accidentally created, and it definitely throws him off his game and makes him sloppy

expect a sudden, alarming outpouring of affection as he tries frantically to veer back onto the right path

how likely he is to murder someone for you: 4/10

also like Joshua in that he'd prefer to avoid the messiness of violence, but nowhere near as adept at actually avoiding it

probably snaps in a fit of anger, his jealousy and your obliviousness and someone else's misbehavior all stacking up to tip the scales in the worst possible way

the act itself is sloppy, a sudden, rage-fueled mess of a killing

once Tae comes back to his senses, though, he's meticulous in his clean-up—both when it comes to the physical disposal, and all the careful excuses that have to be made afteward

would probably never admit to you what he's done—it would be embarrassing, confessing that he'd lost control like that

#yandere seventeen #yandere svt #yandere bts #yandere mamamoo #yandere txt #👾 anon #cw yandere #mail corner 📬#svt💎#bts🐋#mamamoo🐮#txt👾

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fruggo · 3 years ago

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I’m not gonna lie this would be the first time I requested something so if I do something wrong I’m really sorry,

Can I request Quentin, Leon, Steve, and Frank meeting a female reader who, before the entity took her, had already faced off her own killer?

And this made her kinda tough? Like she knows what she’s doing

oh my gosh thank you so much!! this is my first ever request to fulfill so we’re in this together :DD seriously i really appreciate you!

i decided to do a headcanon kind of format for this, i hope that’s okay! also these are my absolute favorite boys aaahhh this is so fun for a first request

the boys x tough f!reader (part 1) (part 2)

warnings: swearing, reader kicks frank in the shins

word count: ~700-1k each (sorry if it’s too long…i kind of got really excited and uhhh maybe i got carried away,, yeah. sorry)

(also i'll be honest quentin's is not my best. that was the one that got eaten by the tumblr abyss and i had to write all over again, and it just didn't come out the same way that i wanted it to at first :( i did the other boys hoping i'd get some inspiration to fix it afterwards, but i got kind of stuck. so it's not my favorite, but i hope you like it okay! i want to write better stuff for quentin in the future, he is my favorite sleepy boy <3)

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

when you arrived in the realm, everyone thought you would be the same as the others—frightened, confused, and overwhelmed. but you took this nightmarish challenge in stride, adapting to your surroundings quickly and learning far faster than anybody else had.

your past experiences had made you independent and sometimes distrustful, so once you had the gist of things, you didn’t need (or want) anybody to tell you what to do. and nobody was inclined to, either—your instincts naturally told you what to do and when.

the first time you met quentin was a little awkward, i wont lie. you were wary of speaking to the other survivors; you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt again.

it was the beginning of a trial. the nurse’s fatigued shrills could be heard all the way from the edge of the wrecker’s yard, but you immediately started work on a generator, unafraid. a few minutes passed, when soft footsteps indicated someone’s approach. it was quentin—he started to work on the wires without hesitation.

you were a little surprised, only because the other survivors usually left you to your own devices. you got the impression that maybe they were intimidated by you, which you didn’t particularly mind. but you wouldn’t particularly mind some company now and then, either.

it was comfortably silent for a while, before quentin spoke up.

“what’s your name?” he asked, gaze still focused on the wires.

hesitating a little, you told him. then you said, “and you’re quentin, right?” you already knew most everybody’s name just from observation.

“that i am,” he replied.

then it was quiet for a while.

very quiet.

well, what were you supposed to say now?

the silence was deafening and very, very uncomfortable to you. normally you were okay with a quiet atmosphere, but it was the kind of silence that buzzed in your ears, chewed at your stomach, filled the area as if it were something solid. man, what were you supposed to say—

it was then that you realized poor quentin had fallen asleep, his face smooshed onto the generator. his cheek was now covered in grease and grime.

it made you smile—only a little. you finished repairing the generator on your own, causing quentin to wake with a start and bang his head on the pole protruding from the machine. he swore like a sailor until he realized where he was, smiling sheepishly.

“sorry, i wanted you to have your nap. you looked really tired,” you said. you also couldn’t stop admiring the dark grease on his face—it was really quite funny. and no, you weren’t going to say anything about it. it could stay there a little longer.

you spent the rest of the trial running the nurse around the whole wrecker’s yard, only suffering one injury until the end. quentin had no idea how you had been here for such little time and already knew how to outplay the nurse, one of the most difficult killers to survive against. he still didn’t know how to do it well himself, so he was thankful for you.

however, once the exit gates were opened, you found yourself in a bad spot. the nurse had caught you in an empty clearing with nowhere to hide or predict her moves, and she downed you instantly. quentin cringed hearing your agonized scream as you were hooked.

there was no way you were dying on his watch. once he was sure the nurse was gone, he gently lifted you from the hook, pulling out his medical kit to begin patching up your shoulder.

despite the pain, you had enough energy to smile at him and say, “thanks, nap boy.”

quentin feigned offense with a wry grin, pulling out some gauze. “is that all i’m going to be to you? nap boy?”

you hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “maybe you won’t be if you get me out of here.”

“that won’t be a problem," he smiled, quirking an eyebrow.

“show me the gates and then we’ll talk, nap boy.”

from then on, quentin became your go-to source for supplies and general comfort. you weren't scared of this place, but it was nice to know you had somebody who would really be there for you.

he would often fall asleep on your shoulder at the campfire--he really was a nap boy, and you would never let him live that down.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon could not tear his eyes away from you the first time you arrived in the realm. your presence was strong; he could tell you weren’t one to back away from a fight.

most of the survivors had been (rightly) confused and disoriented when they popped into the realm, but you tried to accept it quickly. you didn’t like it, in fact all you wanted was just to go home, but you came to terms with it and jumped into trials headfirst like an insane person.

that was the courageous part about you—maybe you were scared, but you did scary shit anyways. in fact, you did scary shit to spite the fear, to prove to yourself that you were strong enough to overcome it.

and leon couldn’t lie, that was cool as hell.

you had tunnel vision and didn’t pay much notice to the other survivors; you were too focused on learning about this place and getting out of trials. having gone through some real shit, being here hardly came as a surprise to you. if you were going to be here forever, what was the point in mourning? might as well just accept it and try your hardest to survive. maybe someday this sick game would end, but for now, you were prepared to fight for your life and that’s all you could really focus on.

your first trial was not the best. even though you were resourceful, you didn’t know what the objective was yet, so you weren’t sure where to start other than analyzing your surroundings. luckily for you, leon kennedy was one of your teammates.

after being downed immediately by bubba’s chainsaw and tossed onto a hook, you were amazingly resilient to the pain. leon was the one to lift you from the hook, and he took out his medkit to help patch your wound, but you flinched away from him before he could touch you.

he was puzzled. “what’s wrong?” he asked. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he wanted to help you.

you hesitated and looked him over before mumbling, “i’m fine.” and you tried to stand on your own, beginning to limp away. you didn’t want or need anyone’s help.

leon sighed, following after you. “let me help, that must hurt a lot.”

“i told you, cop, i’m fine. i don’t want your help, okay?”

leon opened his mouth to insist, but decided against it. if you didn’t want his help, then he shouldn’t butt in. that wouldn’t keep him from watching over you, though.

but then leon called after you (perhaps a little smugly), “do you even know what you’re supposed to do?”

begrudgingly, you stopped walking. no, you didn’t know what to do. “i’ll figure it out,” you said over your shoulder. and you would; you had been through enough to survive any situation thrown at you.

but maybe one pointer couldn’t hurt.

“do a generator,” he told you, giving you a cheeky grin when you turned around to look at him. he was lucky he was cute.

the first part of the trial had been rough, but after that first hook you were doing a lot better. you managed to find your own medkit from a chest, and you learned how to fix a few generators. you found it came pretty naturally, and were satisfied that you hadn’t needed anyone’s help (except leon’s. but you didn’t have to admit that yet). when the killer came near, you skillfully avoided him and stayed hidden as much as you could.

you were also pretending that you didn't notice leon hovering near you. he was not very good at being subtle; he was obviously trying to make sure you didn't get hurt. it was cute. you didn't want to ruin his fun, so you didn't say anything about it.

it wasn’t long before the gates were powered and in the process of being opened. you saw a red glowing light in the distance, and assumed that must be your destination. you put all of your remaining energy into sprinting to the exit, adrenaline pumping through your body.

but then there was a heartbeat. a heartbeat so loud it filled your head, splitting your concentration. it wasn’t your own heartbeat--it was the killer’s.

the sound of the cannibal’s chainsaw roared in your ears and pain tore through your body; you collapsed to the ground with a cry of agony. shit, that really hurt, and you weren't sure you could ever get used to it. eternity sure seemed a lot longer than you had first anticipated. would you really be here forever? doing this over and over?

biting your lip until it bled, you tried to crawl towards the gate, dragging the lower half of your body with much difficulty. it was no use, though--you hardly got anywhere, and you could already feel the killer picking you up. just like that, you were going to die? you had been so close..

but as you were being placed on bubba’s shoulder, you saw a flash of a police uniform and a blinding light, and before you knew it, you had been dropped to the ground, the exit gate looking awfully lovely and much more desirable than a meat hook. you gathered all of your strength and began limping forward, when suddenly you felt an arm firmly wrap around your waist and your own was placed around someone else’s shoulder.

leon. when you looked up at him, all he did was give you a calm smile, which you felt inclined to return. with him supporting you, the two of you made it safely to the exit and began the long traipse back to the campfire, where you would find yourself spending a lot of time together.

from then on, you always remained quite unfazed by the events of the entity’s realm—the only thing that ever made you feel weak was being around leon. he was just so cute :]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

you had never met someone so persistent in your life. from the moment the entity stole you here, steve harrington was after you, and there was next to nothing you could do about it. he sure was living up to his self-proclaimed role of babysitter.

you told him you were fine, that you didn’t need him following you around, but the asshole did it anyways.

“how cool do you think you are?” you asked him at some point, to which he simply shrugged with that stupid grin on his lips.

“i can take care of myself.” “i really don’t need you to baby me, steve.” “steve, if you don’t leave me alone i’m going to break your kneecaps.” these were all things that had come from your mouth multiple times recently. you were seriously thinking about that last one now.

you knew you could make it on your own, and you only wished he would give you a chance to prove that to him so he would leave you alone. but it was like he had attached himself to your hip, and for some reason the entity seemed to really enjoy putting you in trials with him. great.

he was a dumbass and a sweetheart, and you weren’t sure which one of those took higher priority. you knew he only meant well, but god, you wanted to be independent for once. why did he think he had to protect you so much? you arrived here after running for your fucking life, fighting off your long-time pursuer, and living in awful, ever-changing conditions. you had seen your closest friends die, right before your eyes. you didn’t need to be sheltered or coddled, but you couldn’t seem to make steve understand that, no matter how much you fought with him.

steve would literally throw himself in front of the killer for you. he clicked his flashlight in the killer’s face if they were after you, and he would swear and cuss until they chased him out of pure annoyance. it got him killed countless times, and you didn’t know whether to call him stupid or selfless. probably both.

eventually you decided to just copy him and see how it worked out. you weren’t scared, you had no reason to be. you wanted to show him you could be just as flashy as him.

as you arrived into a trial, steve right across from you (of course), you smiled to yourself. you had brought your best flashlight, and you were prepared to use it. the two of you began to work on a generator together, making light conversation as usual.

“if the killer comes here, hide. i’ll take him away.” “fuck you, steve harrington.” “sure, if you really want to.” “why don’t you ever leave me alone?” “it’s a mystery, isn’t it?” “i could punch you right now.” “but you won’t. i’m too good to look at.”

you know, the usual friendly stuff.

you purposefully connected the wrong wires, making the generator spark and sputter. “oops. oh no, the killer must be on their way,” you dead-panned. steve gave you an unamused look.

and indeed, only a few moments later, you heard the sound of the hillbilly and his chainsaw roaring in your direction. the two of you split up, and the killer’s weapon collided with the generator, making an awful screeching sound.

and that was when the chaos started.

steve began hollering and flicking his flashlight into the sky as usual, and after a moment’s hesitation, you did the same. steve looked at you in astonishment, pausing, but then he started again, even louder. you tried to outdo him.

“HEY BILLY! FUCK YOU!” you screamed, ignoring steve’s attempts to get you to stop. “COME AFTER ME, SHITHEAD!”

steve started actually yelling, just yelling, while you continued to swear meaninglessly. the poor hillbilly looked confused and overwhelmed, and eventually he couldn’t take the noise anymore--he just left, opting to find the other survivors while the two of you sorted out whatever it is you obviously had against each other.

it was dead silent now that the killer was gone, and you and steve were both out of breath. but as soon as you made eye contact, laughter bubbled up from your chest, causing you to collapse against the tree and slide to the ground. your voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

and then he was laughing too, stumbling over to plop down next to you, and your giggling started up a whole new round.

after the laughter died down, you stared at your hands, ignoring steve’s gaze on the side of your face until you couldn’t anymore.

“what?” you asked, finally looking at him. he was smiling all stupid again. “what?” you insisted, fighting off a grin of your own. you hated when he looked at you like that, because it made you want to smile back at him.

“nothing,” he said coyly, laughing again. you punched his shoulder playfully.

“c’mon harrington, when have you ever held your tongue before? spit it out.”

he nodded, that was true. so he said it. “i just like you, that’s all.”

oh. oh.

realization dawned upon your face. “is that why you always--”

“yes,” he interrupted you. “i thought it was obvious. man, you’re clueless sometimes.”

oh.

huh.

you guessed…maybe…steve harrington wasn’t that annoying. maybe.

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

to say you were feisty was an understatement. frank hated your guts at first because you were so good at evading him, which he would never admit. but the thing that made him really mad was that if he ever downed you, you would kick at him and try to trip him over, like actually bruise his shins. it hurt like hell.

this lead to his decision to constantly tunnel you, and he would laugh at you while you were on the hook, too. so you hated his guts just as much as he did yours. it was a mutual guts-hating situation.

your teammates always felt bad for you, but they also thought you were a badass and knew you could handle yourself. you hadn’t told anybody where you’d come from or what had happened to you, but they knew it was something interesting. there was a reason that nothing that happened here really got to you.

sometimes things escalated even further than shin-kicking. there was one time where frank had managed to grab the back of your shirt as you tried to vault a window, and as he pulled you closer to himself, you elbowed him in the neck and squirmed out of his grasp. while he stood stunned and lost for breath, you kicked the back of his locked knee so that he fell to the ground and bonked his forehead on the wall—the classic dead leg.

this was very funny to you.

not to him.

while you ran away, laughing to yourself, frank’s anger built and built. he was tired of letting you make a fool of him, and it was time to be serious about things.

he ignored you for the rest of the trial, forming a plan in his mind. there was something he needed to do after this, so he made sure to kill everybody else to please the entity—he couldn’t get caught up, it would derail his anger train. he also didn’t feel like getting kicked in the balls or some shit, so he let you out without a problem.

frank did some brooding at the ormond lodge before he was ready to go through with his plan. and his shins really, really hurt, so susie helped him ice them before he left.

the masked killer made his way to the survivor camp rather hastily. when he arrived, he saw you pacing around, deep in thought.

so he threw a rock at you.

it was just a pebble, really. maybe it could be considered a rather large pebble, but frank insisted in his mind that it was a pebble.

“ow, what the fuck!” you cursed, rubbing your sore shoulder and looking around to find the culprit. and then your eyes laid on him.

he looked so sultry standing there at the edge of the woods, arms crossed and mask smiling, you could almost laugh at him. he acted so serious, when really, he was just an angry and misbehaving twink.

you put on your best serious face, genuinely trying not to be amused by this, and strode over to the killer.

“what do you want?” you asked confidently, mirroring his body language and crossing your arms.

frank bristled at your approach, as if trying to make himself look bigger. he wished you were scared of him like everyone else, it would really make him feel better.

“i want a truce,” he said.

you almost burst into laughter at that. a truce? what the fuck for?

he said was willing to stop tunneling and camping you if you stopped beating the shit out of him with your sticky little hands. he didn’t say it like that, but you knew that was what he meant. you, a survivor, could beat up frank, a killer, and it upset him and his little ego :(

just to humor him, you agreed. and frank nodded.

“but,” you continued, raising your eyebrows, “you have to give me something else.”

he started to say “no, no way—“ but you interrupted him: “you’re asking me to stop fighting for myself and just give in when you catch me. i think i deserve something other than just not being tunnelled.”

frank glared at you under his mask, thankful that you couldn’t see. “okay. whatever. what do you want?”

“i want to see your face.” you thought this was a good choice, something you could lord over him forever. it was surely only a win for you. his face was something private, and you would be the only survivor to know.

of course you wanted to see his face, frank thought. everyone did; they wanted to find out if he was good-looking. which, according to him, he was. if you ever asked the other members of the legion, susie was the only one to actually respond. she felt obligated to compliment him as she was basically his sister. so she would say frank is handsome in a ruggedy, jess mariano kind of way. you wondered how she knew what gilmore girls was, since that came after her time, but susie would never give away her secret.

so with a sigh, frank agreed to let you see his face. he didn’t really care, all he wanted was to stop having bruises on his shins. it was kind of miserable, and the entity never did anything to help him.

when he said that you couldn’t do it here, and you asked why the fuck not, he said it was because some other survivor might see. you decided he had a fair point, so reluctantly you let him drag you all the way to ormond.

when he took off his mask, your first thought, whether you wanted it to be or not, was “wow! he really does look like jess mariano! but with tattoos! hot!”

you were lost for words. you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but you sure weren’t expecting him to be that attractive.

he could tell your thoughts from the look on your face.

this had been per your request, and you were planning on this being something you could hold over his head, but the situation had turned into something that he could hold over your head.

oh dear. frank morrison now held pretty boy privilege over you.

and soon you would find out that he was going to keep tunnelling you anyways.

listen i've been watching a lot of gilmore girls and i just get jess vibes from frank, except our boy is more of a twinky idk shdjfhsf i love this guy sm

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omg i love the kibbie headcanons! 💕💕💕

may i request kibbie Diasomnia next please? thank you!

⚰️ : G A S P- Diasomnia kibbies?! Of course!! O(≧▽≦)O

-Majestic tall kibbie

-I like to think that Malleus is an outdoor kibbie, so sometimes if he's not in the shelter, he's probably roaming outside exploring {And he always comes back at the right time when give out food!}, but when he's not roaming, Malleus will be either lying around somewhere OR he'll come greet you at the door when you enter the shelter ❤️

-PLEASE HIS LONG FUR IS SO SILKY AND FLUFFY!!!! LEGIT JUST

FLUFF!!!!! {Maine coon malleus, maINE COON MA L L E U S-} Although because Malleus is an outdoor kit, you'll have to clean his beanie paws in case of dirt or any bugs but other than that, he's very much a calm and cooperative kitty!

-OOOOO since Malleus is an outdoor kitty, sometimes you and the Diasomnikits would have picnics! Jsjdjdjxhcjdndj When you offer a tiny bit of ice cream, Malleus would accidentally lick it too fast and have a brain freeze. Luckily he drinks sum warm milk to recover from the brain freeze ❤️

-Oh my seven if you have a Tamagotchi, Malleus would stare with such a curious look and would even paw at the buttons gently, OOooOOo and one day you bring in a Tamagotchi plush for him, Malleus would be ecstatic! Sometimes you can even catch him sleeping with the plush! {A bonus : whenever Malleus comes back from exploring outside, he'll bring gifts to you, because of the plush you gave him, he comes back from outside to give you a smol pinecone as gift}

-The best part of cuddling with kibbie malleus, is that you don't even need a blanket to keep you warm, because Malleus has long fur! His long fur be soooo warm, he's a blanket himself!

-Small peepaw kibbie

-Oh my sev- Lilia will greet you but be a complete menace, literally the moment you enter the door he finds any and I mean A N Y way to spook you. {However makes it upto you by wearing bat wings one time ❤️}

-While Lilia's fur may be short, he loves to be brushed anyways! OOOO and sometimes will paw at pet fur dyes to recolor his pink spots of hair!

-Pls if the lights were off or if it was dark out this cat will legit spook both Silver AND Sebek into hiding cuz the moment you turn around you see

LILIA with his GLOWING eyes in the darksijxxjxj

-Ooooo sometimes Lilia would be near the speakers, meowing you while pawing at an album {Being an metal band album of your choice~} and just listen to the speakers blast the music

-Whenever you have a bad day, Lilia comes at the right time to cuddle and comfort you! Gives you these small licks of kisses on your cheek and nuzzle his cheek into your touch when cuddling ❤️

-Sleepy quiet kibbie!!

-Despite being a sleepy bean, Silver does his best to greet you at the door! When he hears the jingle of bells, he'll wake up and walk toward the door to gently paw you as if saying hi ❤️

-Silver doesn't mind having his fluff of fur being pampered, it's just sometimes he accidentally falls asleep while you brush him, so sometimes you have to pat him to wake silver up!

-Honestly I see Silver as the type of cat that rarely meows, he'll gesture his paw or maybe signal at something but doesn't let out a meow. The only time he'll even let out a sound is when he's near peepaw kibbie, Lilia.

-OoooOoo Whenever he's very sleepy and doesn't feel like going to his bed or sleeping on the spot, Silver will come walking to where you are and rest with you. Sometimes he'll even look up with his beanie eyes like

And gently boop his snoot on your hand in affection when cuddling

-Ah, loud kibbie.

-When you hear the loud meows outside the shelter before walking in, that's just Sebek P A N I K I N G cuz Malleus is not tHERE. With sebek meowing loudly in pAnIk, it sometimes ruins Silver's sleep and disturbs the peace of any neighbours that live near the shelter, so Lilia or Silver will have to calm him down.

-Sebek's fur is ruffled floof! He's sometimes cooperative but not really, he literally fights and bites the brush sometimes when you pamper him. How E V E R, his scared of nail clippers. When it's time to clip his murder claw beans, he becomes tense and tries to escape nail clipping time. When you managed to get a hold of Sebek and successfully cut his claws off he's just

Because he worked hard to make claws nice and sharp! >:( Luckily though, when you give him some treats and praise him on how brave he was, Sebek will forgive you ❤️💕

-Speaking of which, he's also stronk kibbie! You'll see him sharpen his claws on the scratching post of the kibbie house and even "fighting" {Quotation marks because heehee} with the stuffed cat toys to be strong kibbie, to protecc Waka-sama!

-Sebek doesn't like to think that he's a cuddle kibbie! Like the tsun cat he is, he smacks your hand and rejects any invitations to cuddle with you. H o w e v e r, when the others aren't looking and you're alone doing something, he'll come by and bashfully paw you to invite him for comfy hour. If you have good hearing, you can hear his rare yet quiet purrs~

#tokiidokii hc hour #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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