#the fact that they can teleport truly makes it that much worse

[makelemonade]

Imagine sending your favourite genshin or even jjk men a video of you while they’re away on a mission/work trip.

but not just any video- specifically one where you’re on your back, a toy fucking into you and somehow you seems to have either taped the phone to your ceiling so he could see your whole body or you got a camera for the view.

but it’s not just ANY TOY. It’s those toys that produce insane amounts of fake cum and they don’t stop (I’m a slut for them okay) and he is losing it.

it’s 3 minutes, the first few seconds he’s watching you lay down, taking note of your shirt- it’s his. God that turns him on already, and what makes it worse is you have nothing else on. No parties, pants or a bra. Just his shirt.

You hike it up over your chest, mumbling “don’t wan’ get it dirty…” Your nipples are exposed and he wished he was there to play with them- hell suck on them too.

He watches you get comfy, reaching up to finally let the tip of the rather large fake dildo fit its way into your pussy and he’s surprised when it starts moving on its own- as if it has a mind.

It starts slow, and he feels himself throb against his pants, but he couldn’t take it out and jerk off just yet. He still had so much more to do today, but he didn’t wanna stop watching the video- he felt like he’d betray his morals and sin if he didn’t worship you the moment you sent the video.

Your moans make it so much worse. They’re so whiny, and he knows the toy isn’t enough for you- he knows you need his fat cock, fucking into you at a pace with a certain roughness you oh so love.

He groans when you reach one hand up to begin to play with your left nipple, whining even more as the toy started to go a bit faster. He loved the fact you were teasing yourself with it, knowing that he’d tease you just as much.

“M-miss you…” You breathed out with a moan, the toy going faster and deeper into you and your hands shoot for the sheets, gripping onto them.

He’s struggling insanely- would people notice if he left? Could he just abandon it all and come back to his slutty wife? God he was debating it.

“Nghh- baby! I need you!” You whine out as your hips start to thrust itself onto the toy and he literally almost moans at the sight.

It’s going a lot faster now, but not as fast as he could ever be with you. It’ll have to do though, since he can’t be there for you. He almost laughs however, because how could this slow toy ever truly satisfy you- it’s not like his cock which stretched you wide and the way you scream when he cums all-

Oh.

The toy cums.

His jaw drops and he literally moans at your gasp when it produces such insane amounts of fat cum to the point it forced itself out of you and went all over your chest, reaching your nipples. Now he understands why you hiked his shirt up.

It’s never-ending. There’s a pool of cum under you and it’s all over your chest. Like. ALL OVER.

It stops after 15 whole seconds of cumming nonstop and if anyone could see him right now, they’d wonder why the hell is his jaw so low, eyes so wide and DAMN his dick is so big you can see the outline just from his pants.

Yeah. Now he’s gotta take it out, he decides as he runs to a nearby private place while texting you.

Such a dirty slut. It’s ‘cum’ will never be the real thing, though. Can’t wait to come home and cum into you triple the amount it got on and in you.

^^ really any of the JJK + Genshin men I can honestly imagine them ALL. I imagined this heavily with Nanami, Geto, Alhaitham, Childe and Diluc. Also Goio but bro would teleport to u to fuck u and then teleport straight back LMFAO

[witchofthesouls]

Can we some some bird boy Jack and motherly Soundwave? Kinda funny if Optimus doesn’t know what to make of Soundwave offering to help his strange fledgling

Anon, I raise you that the 'cons are doing 'pstpstpst' to the little bird, trying and failing to steal Jack away. Some 'cons are really curious if it's actually the real deal. Others are thinking of ransoming Jack back for supplies. There's also a general consensus that the Autobots, a faction of civilian or higher caste alt-modes, don't know how to truly care for a frame suited for military and war. Much less a Seekerkin sparkling.

Jack is, however, super careful, especially around Skywarp since Jack was warned about the Seeker's teleportation ability. Soundwave is really trying to edge the kid out by using the Cassettes. Rumble and Frenzy enjoy gross facts, video games, and TV shows. Ravage leans into Jack's scavenger and hunting tendencies.

The Decepticon Seekers are adamant that TFP Optimus doesn't know how to care for the sparkling properly. The little one needs a proper and stable flock. Not whatever paltry and lackluster substitute the Autobots ape at. They look at the Aerialbots as an example of their massive failure. Made worse as the Autobots do have a few remaining Seekerkin, and yet they let go of their own community ties and cultural identity.

Ohhhh, the screaming matches between the Decepticon Command Trine versus the remaining Autobot Praxians.

[teecupangel]

I had an idea, but am stuck on a Desmon/Deimos (Alexios) fic. I don't no which way to take it. Either way it starts a little after Kassandra first sees Deimos is alive, Desmond gets teleported back in time. Dropped right at Deimos' feet. He thinks Desmond is a "demigod" to and a gift from the gods. Spins it in his own head that Desmond could be the Aphrodite to his Ares. Every god has a consort after all.

Now here is where I'm torn. Would it be better to go with

A.) Desmond escapes him and as Demios is hunting him down at the same time Desmond runs into Kassandra. He tells her there is a maniac hunting him and Kassandra is just like "well that sucks I'm in the middle of something, but stick with me and I'll help you." unaware that it is her brother hunting him. They stick together, bond, and somewhere down the line Demios catches up to them.

B.) Stockholm syndrome Desmond who is just tired of everything and kinda just gives in. Cause Demios is certainly devoted, obsessively so, but is it such a surprise that Desmond just wants someone to love him.

C.) Not quite Stockholm syndrome Desmond where he sees what the cult has done to Demios and tries to help him through it because all he sees is a more dramatic version of the farm. Demios being a more suped up version of what they wanted him (desmond) to be.

Or D.) Dark Desmond who is equally as tired as B desmond but goes about it much more different. He has a rather powerful "demigod" in love with him who would raze cities in his name and lay any treasures he asks for at his feet. Demios could help him get more POEs and hell, maybe even kill an isu your two. How could he pass this up?

Those are some ideas but I'm not sure which is the more pleasing option.

Any help would be appreciated <3

Sorry nonny, this answer is a month late TTATT

Also, if by help you mean help you choose, I will be no help at all.

Instead, I’ll give you more ideas for each ideas you have XD

A) This could easily turn into a found family between Desmond and Kassandra, with the crew of the Adrestia as well. In this one, you can focus on Desmond joining Kassandra on her travels because he has nowhere else to go and Kassandra doesn’t mind picking up ‘strays’ as long as they work at the ship. Plus, Desmond was good at sailing, more than anyone else in the crew. He also has the strangest ideas for upgrades that works really really help so, truly, Kassandra wouldn’t mind saying that Desmond was a godsend. Of course, Deimos would see them close and become jealous. It doesn’t matter if Kassandra and Desmond don’t have any romantic feelings to one another, the fact that his Aphrodite chose his older sister instead of him just covers his wounds with salt and he’d become more obsessed with having Desmond. This could be the one where Deimos has a heel turn and a redemption arc or… a story of how obsession can burn everything around it.

B) This can be the smuttiest of the four with a heavy serving of a not healthy dom-sub relationship. Their relationship would be toxic for both of them and this is one where Desmond doesn’t really care about anything while Deimos tries to win his affection by doing what he does best… murder and chaos. This can turn darker than D honestly.

C) Okay so this is like B but Desmond keeps his sanity and tries to help Deimos to his redemption arc. This would work better as a slow burn with Desmond simply trying to help him, not realizing that he’s falling in love with him until it’s too late, he’s in too deep and fuck it he’ll follow Deimos to the depths of Tartarus just so he could drag him back up.

D) You can make this a Dark!Desmond setup where the pain of dying and being thrown into the past had changed Desmond in more ways than one. In this one, they could both be two people starving for love and affection that found one another. But instead of helping each other be better, they just make each other worse. A lot of “the world versus us” mentality with Desmond being the whisper in Deimos’ ears that would lead to him taking out the cult himself just to please Desmond. Desmond, on the other hand, does love Deimos, he truly does, but he also has a warped sense of justice by this point and would probably create his own Assassin Brotherhood. This one could have Deimos worshiping Desmond as a god turned mortal, more of the Persephone to his Hades than the Aphrodite to his Ares.

[barbatos-sama]

the boss and prince's dynamic in this show is essentially that they have a transactional sexual relationship where boss is required to sleep with prince once a month in exchange for the prince allowing boss to use his magic book that allows him to teleport to the living world. this relationship is unhealthy because boss literally needs this book to do his job; it basically makes the dynamic "fuck me or your career is over". this power imbalance is made worse by the fact that even beyond being able to hold his livelihood over his head, the prince is, yknow, A Prince. royalty. one of the more powerful beings in hell. compared to boss whose species is treated like dirt. it's very hard for an imp to earn any kind of respect or to make a name for themself like boss is trying to do. so this relationship is unbalanced in more way than one.

the thing about prince is that from the description of this arrangement you'd think he's well aware of this power imbalance and is taking full advantage of it; that he doesn't care about boss and sees him as a plaything. it's not true though. prince wants to have an actual partnership with boss, he is someone who craves intimacy beyond just meaningless sex. he's a tragic figure whos spent his life yearning and reading romance novels but had the traumatic reality of being a gay man forced into a marriage with a woman who didn't love him. so he does crave a partner who actually loves him. a lot of people on the fandom side with him because of this; he's done a couple of weak attempts at trying to be something beyond sex with boss and they weren't reciprocated, so a lot of people view boss as the bad guy. but they're not, yknow, taking into account the fact that this whole arrangement they had going on put so much power in prince's hands and left boss feeling like his life is basically at the mercy of this prince.

the prince tried to rectify this in the latest episode: he got a crystal for boss that fulfills the same purpose the book did, so boss no longer needs to rely on prince to do his job. prince did this with the hope that they could still continue their relationship, just as one that was no longer transactional. basically, prince was trying to make it healthy, which is good on him! the problem is that boss has a Lot of issues and trauma!

boss believes that prince could never truly love him, so when presented with this crystal and the prince's speech about how he's no longer obligated to be there but he still hopes he'll stay because he wants to stay: boss assumes it's some kind of weird roleplay thing. the gears in his brain are basically grinding horribly doing mental gymnastics trying to fathom what this could mean. prince can't possibly mean this, prince only wants sex, he definitely doesn't love him, so it's gotta be some weird roleplay thing.

when the prince realizes this is the conclusion boss has drawn, he basically pisses his little diaper and starts crying. like "wah wah why can't you see i love you why do you always assume it's about sex" basically making himself the victim now and the biggest problem about this argument is that from this point forward he will not allow boss to get a WORD IN. boss is literally begging like "can you please just give me a minute to fucking absorb what is happening right now, you sprung this on me all at once and i need a minute to process" but prince is like NO YOUVE GIVEN ME YOUR ANSWER YOU NEVER LOVED ME AND YOU REFUSE TO SEE THAT I LOVE YOU

so now boss is just pissed off! the guy won't let him get a word in or talk about his feelings or why he interpreted it the way he did and this is essentially prince breaking up with him because of the 'you've given me your answer' thing, so he's mad so he starts saying shit that he know will hurt prince, because prince is hurting him right now so his hurt animal brain response is to just say anything that'll sting no matter how much he really means it. stuff like "you royals are all the same, you think you can play with our feelings because we're smaller and not as important. you think you can dismiss me like one of your little butler imps, well i'm not letting you bitch" after which prince literally physically dismisses him by teleporting him out of the castle, which kinda proves his point honestly bc he used his royal powers to end the conversation even tho boss literally just said that they still needed to talk and this was Not how their relationship was about to end because he hadn't even been allowed to talk about his own feelings or explain his point of view or Anything.

i will acknowledge that from prince's point of view it's probably frustrating and saddening that ur boytoy won't believe you genuinely love him, but truly there were only a few times prince actually Tried to make an attempt to make things beyond sex happen. one of these occasions was after they'd been publicly humiliated at oz's club, and prince asked if boss maybe wanted to watch a movie or a cuddle, to which boss replied "i'm not in the mood, stop trying to pretend like what we have is anything more than you wanting me to fuck you. you make that really clear all the time." and the conversation ended there. boss sounded very close to crying when he said "you make that really clear all the time" as well. and you wanna know something? THATS TRUE!!! the big thing that annoys me about prince is that in these later episodes he's acting like he was soso normal amount boss and was never obsessively weird and sexual towards him even tho that's ALL HE EVER WAS IN EARLY SHOW!!! and i think ppl who take his side in this argument seem to forget that as well. if you watch early episodes the prince is just Uncomfortably sexual towards boss, like it's all he talks about, he was even talking sexually to him in front of his Daughter. like huh prince, i wonder why boss would be under the impression that you view him as a sexual object? it's not like you answer the phone with "hello my big dicked bliitzy" or anything? no hi hello? just gonna talk about how much you want his cock down your throat? did you forget about that? did you suddenly forget how you behaved towards him during all of season 1?

to defend the prince A Little it seems he was under the impression that boss was in to dirty talk but i can't even use that defense for very long because boss was obviously not reciprocating?? like he was obviously rolling his eyes or being like UGHHHHHH every time prince would talk to him like that in a non-sexual setting, so you can't use the misunderstanding excuse for very long when boss made it so obvious he was Not reciprocating and was telling him to Stop. stop doing that. stop saying those things. they're annoying/cringey/uncomfortable. stop. especially since when he would get really into it, it really made it sound like he was fetishizing boss' species (idk just weird emphasis on his red skin and the fact that he's an imp in general) and the way he spoke just made it really apparent to me why boss would assume prince just has a fetish for imps or has fantasies about peasants rawdogging him. like the way this guy talked really did make it seem like he viewed boss as a sexual object/fantasy. like im begging some ppl to go back and watch season 1 and listen to how this guy spoke about boss, seriously.

so yeah, basically, my conclusion is that while prince was trying to do the right thing by giving boss that crystal and setting him free, he also handled the rest of the argument horribly by not allowing boss to speak or process anything, and isn't doing any introspection on why boss thinks he doesn't love him! he didn't examine his own behavior and think about what possible fault he could have in it, he just started to play victim and cry and sent boss away before they could have any kind of productive conversation.

i do like this argument from a writing standpoint because if this were an an i the asshole post the ruling would probably be the "everyone sucks" result because it's a very messy dynamic they have and they both screwed up. i am not at all saying that even if boss Did truly think prince loved him that he would be the perfect partner; we had an entire episode dedicated to how boss hurts the people who love him. he broke up with verrossika specifically because she told him she loved him. boss isn't a good person! what i am saying is that this argument isn't even close to black and white, and boss isn't this asshole who hurted princey's widdle feelings based entirely on his own insecurities (although his insecurities do play a part in it). basically some people just act like the entire reason boss thinks prince could never truly love him is just because boss is insecure and thinks Nobody could love him because of his own self hatred, but that simply isn't true. prince has displayed plenty of behavior that paints himself unfavorably and supports boss' beliefs that he views him as a sexual object and nothing more. i refuse to allow ppl to paint the bird man as a victim who did nothing wrong in this situation

[narratingvoice]

(regarding this post)

I am prooobably gonna sound stupid but,.,., couldn't you have taken advantage of the whole "teleporting way back in the dark part of the tunnel" strategy? Just– have several evenly-placed parts of the hole that's completely dark, and once the Player goes in the last one, it just– teleports them far behind again–?

I probably sound stupid haha– look at me, giving advice to The Freaking Narrator for a game that's already very much finished...

((ps: yes, I know, you're not the actual person [talking to the Op behind the posts btw, hi again :D] who made the game, but I just got that random idea and I just had to know how you'd respond :P also I really liked the way you used the game delaying as The Narrator not being able to perfect that infinite hole! Very creative :] I will now forever interpret the delays that way mwahahahahaha))

Yes I could do that. It would be quite simple to do that, actually. I already have several rooms in the office that loop around themselves like that. But the thing is.... that wouldn't truly be infinite, would it? That's a small finite space that just looks infinite. Sure, you could keep falling as long as you wanted, but it would continue to be the same every time. So why would you spend more than maybe 5 minutes there? There is absolutely nothing worse than spending a long period of time in one small place with nothing to do or even to look at. Trust me on this one.

I was hoping to create an experience that would engage people for hours on end, showing new images and sounds endlessly. Something that would chase away the fear of loneliness that comes with being alone in a hole forever. Something that would perhaps make the falling feel more like flying. Oh, what a grand idea it was! I'm falling in love with it all over again just thinking about it! Maybe I can go back to the drawing board and try to get it working in the future....

((hehe so fun fact, that is actually exactly how the infinite hole works. It's a small self-looping drop and then a separate bottom area. The game spits you into the bottom area once a certain dialogue trigger is reached. This is how the hole keeps getting shorter - it takes you through fewer loops each time.))

[thezanyarthropleura]

March 20 (1 of 2: 1968)

(This post covers Gamera vs. Viras, look out for a separate Gamera: Super Monster post later today)

Happy 55 years to Gamera vs. Viras, the fourth film in the Showa era, and happy 43 years to Gamera: Super Monster, the eighth and final film in the Showa era. Two movies that use extensive stock footage, but that use it to very different effect. Also two films that feature alien spaceships, and scenes where Gamera is mind-controlled by said alien spaceships.

There are actually quite a few women in Gamera vs. Viras’s adult cast, it’s just that we don’t actually see much of the adult cast. This film begins the tradition of featuring two child protagonists, one Japanese and one American, something that would apply to all of the final four mainline Showa films. As would the fact that the film pretty much centers around them and them alone. We do get a sort-of notable amount of screentime and relevance for Masao’s older sister Mariko, who wears a neat-looking compass/tracking device/communicator wristwatch her brother invented so they both can wear one and keep track of each other, and that’s about as much character depth as you’re going to get out of this movie.

The film does give a somewhat clever justification for the two children of different nationalities to feature in the plot. It takes place around what is apparently the Boy Scouts equivalent of joint US-Japan navy games, from which the two kids go missing and through some Chekhov’s shenanigans end up having a cute underwater adventure in a submarine where Gamera swims alongside. Then the aliens show up, stick Gamera under a big dome, search through his memories because they can do that, and decide to exploit his kindness toward children, using a teleporter to abduct the two kids from the Boy Scouts camp. Because apparently the Virasians have no concept of professional courtesy.

Since this film was made in 1968, this is seen as a distinctly worse situation than the one the kids were already in, and everyone immediately panics. Mariko seeks comfort from who I can only assume are the other members of her lesbian polycule, and Gamera goes off to destroy a bunch of buildings he’s already destroyed (because the aliens put a mind control device on his neck, not because he’s being driven mad at having to choose between leaving the kids with the aliens and returning them to the Boy Scouts, although I have to imagine that is also happening).

Gamera vs. Viras, as previously mentioned, is the sole mainline Showa film that hasn’t been tackled by Mystery Science Theater 3000, having shared that distinction with Gamera vs. Jiger until that film was included in season 13 of the show just last year. And while I’d like to see that status change just as much as any fan of both franchises, it’s easy to see why this film would be challenging to riff on, at least in its complete form. Unlike Gamera: Super Monster’s cut-down, fast-paced fights, the stock footage in this film is presented pretty much as-is, with entire sections of combat and destruction scenes from previous films taking up a significant chunk of the screentime. There are really only so many stock footage jokes one can make when you’re being subjected to ten or twenty full minutes of it depending on the version, with only a brief narration when it changes from the slow, drawn-out Barugon fight to the slow, drawn-out Gyaos fight.

That said, the special effects for Viras are remarkably good, seeming to foreshadow the incredible work done in bringing Legion to life almost three decades later. While at some points in the film, particularly the scene where the leader Viras is absorbing the others, it’s obvious the supposedly squidlike creature has two human legs poorly disguised among its tentacles, the fight scene itself does a lot to hide this and make Viras look truly like the space squid he’s meant to be. This is interspersed with scenes that use full-tentacled props to represent the alien, with very little to take one out of the illusion once the combat truly gets going. Additionally, Gamera’s fight with a Virasian spaceship in the opening moments of the film is both creative and fun, somewhat making up for there only being one proper monster battle this time around.

I kinda like this movie. It takes the formula in new and interesting directions, and while long stretches of the film will bore most viewers (and bash you over the head with so many Chekhov’s guns, skills, and pranks you’ll be wishing for a deus ex machina just for variety’s sake), it’s really only the few obvious issues I’ve mentioned that bring it down. The majority of the film is no less an earnest, fun and wacky adventure than any of the others that try to be, and practically every moment of new Gamera footage is a moment well worth looking forward to. That said, it’s probably either my least favorite Gamera film, or very close to the bottom of the list. I guess I do ship Mariko with the other two women she shares almost every scene with, but as you might already know, today’s other film does the exact same thing, but better.

Enjoy this movie with pull-n-peel twizzlers, cut into 2-3-inch pieces and started from both ends. And if you can, slice up some apples and make one of those crustless space octagon sandwiches, they look delicious (even if they, apparently, were not).

[3d10fire-damage]

Colors That Run Highlights 37

where beast?

Back in Kiran! Preparations for the Harvest Festival were in full swing, with people of all ages bustling around. As the group made their way through town toward the temple, some of the local farm animals seemed unnerved by Fea, while Slim and Calypso seemed to make them feel a bit more at ease.

Eva considered splitting off from the group to get started on her teleportation circle, but was convinced to put it off until later. Bree made a joke about the teleportation circle being like the DMV, which makes it seem much worse than it probably is. And jury’s still out on whether or not Kattie and Eva slept together in Aegis...

Once at Kiran’s temple, the group was greeted by Calypso’s mom Zoroe. Calypso asked if it was cool to smoke inside the temple, Zoroe said no, so Calypso nudged Slim and told him not to smoke in there. The priestess brought out some snacks and drinks for the party, and was quite proud and excited to learn that Calypso had taken some levels in cleric and could heal now. Calypso even demonstrated some of her spells, namely that she’s able to heal Fea. Slim was rather amused/endeared that Calypso had another mother figure that he hadn’t known of previously.

Zoroe mentioned that she and Andraya had taken bets on whether Calypso would stick exclusively to monk training; she also mentioned that she and Andraya had been writing to each other on a monthly basis since Zoroe left the monastery (like 20 years ago). 👀 (Kattie privately discerns that those two are mostly likely in fact 👀.)

Calypso referred to Zoroe as a “square” much to the confusion of the rest of the group. See, a square is like a nerd, but not necessarily in an intellectual way--

There was more discussion about how Calypso made out with Leawei to obtain her clerical magic because that dream sequence is the gift that keeps on giving. Slim spent some quality time with the monument to Jediah, and Fea was rather fascinated by the huge stained glass windows of the Cordias pantheon that decorated the temple-- she can actually see them. Kattie and Eva flirted(?) over snacks because Eva apparently struggles to do self care. 👀 Meanwhile Egg ate snacks until he was actually the shape of an egg. Truly the best of us.

Shortly the group were introduced to Kiran’s leader, Declan White, who was a pretty man with a rather distinct manner of speaking. Valor abruptly pivoted back into a “boy mood” which Calypso snickered about with Fea. Declan explained what the group would be doing during the festival the following evening, namely protecting the city should anything try to interfere with the transporting of the harvest. Kattie attempted to sorta wingwoman for Valor, but it didn’t work.

Fea asked Zoroe if the party could stay at the temple overnight, which Zoroe allowed. But first the party set out to get lit and do some stupid shit. Namely: cow tipping, as suggested by Slim. Valor, Fea, and Eva decide not to participate, but Slim showed ‘em all the ropes, and both Calypso and Kattie tip their own cows with flying colors (Calypso even nat 20′d and did a flip on hers for no reason).

Fea commented that Calypso would surely have a hangover in the morning, which Calypso insistently denied. She wasn’t even that drunk, and performed a successful but slightly shaky back flip to prove it. But then when she attempted a second one, she nat 1′d and fell flat on her ass. God bless. On the way back to the temple, Kattie and Slim fell into song with their respective instruments. Slim kept slipping into his Spanish lyrics.

In the morning, (most of) the party awoke to nasty hangovers. Slim used his Boy on Cow ability to ease his own condition, which led to him getting griped at by Kattie. He healed her as well before slinking off to his coffee. Zoroe again advertised the temple’s service that would be held around noon, which Slim, Fea, and Calypso opted to attend. Valor headed out to get cleaned up and presentable (and to window shop) for like three hours.

Zoroe led the service, speaking of Jediah and Rissund, most closely associated with Kiran’s Harvest Festival. She made some sort of analogy about planting and foster the growth of seeds. It was a good service because Zoroe is good 🥺

Once it was night (a full moon, mind you), the party split up, taking up watch at the north, south, east, and west cardinal points of Kiran. At the north, Valor was attacked by a wereboar who refused to answer her questions of motive. She and Sven defeated the beast, who afterward reverted into a man with brown hair and a beard. Valor stabilized him with Goodberry, the best spell.

Similarly, in the south, Fea was attacked by a weretiger, though the beast got a bit more of a jump on her since she couldn’t spot them until they were right on her, basically. Fea however refused to fight back with her blades, so she wrestled the weretiger to the ground and held them there.

At the west, Slim and Kattie discussed crafting a little guitar for Liz, the pixie they had met near Marstis until they were attacked by a werewolf. Between Kattie’s powerful attacks and Slim’s lasso and a nice pistol whip (Kattie said Calypso was rubbing off on him), they subdued the creature, who also reverted into a man, this time a red-headed elf. Afterward Slim teleported via shadows with Xio to check in on Calypso, who told him that nothing had happened there in the east all night.

However, after a while a positively gigantic bear appeared, walking toward Kiran without any hesitation. Slim realized this was no standard bear, and after some questioning and placing himself between the bear and the city, the bear actually spoke (magically).

The two of them allowed this bear to pass, and with each step she took, freshly grown grasses were forming. Rissund herself, god of agriculture. Once she was gone from sight, Slim was sweating loudly about the encounter, and Calypso was less impressed, as per usual. With the festival drawing to a close, Slim collected everyone together, bringing along the subdued werebeasts.

With everyone gathered in the south, the weretiger reverted to a young lady. All of the lycanthropes back to their senses, they each explained what had led them to the festival (one of them hadn’t even known they had contracted the condition) and the party agreed to bring them to the temple to see if Zoroe could cure them.

Back at the temple, the discussion of Slim and Calypso’s encounter with Rissund derailed into a conversation about smash-or-pass: pantheon edition. This involved Valor recalling that she had dreamed of Kildak (god of the skies) before, and thus the ‘are you a dragon fucker’ questions began. Slim explained that he had a crush harbored some hero worship for Jediah. Fea spotted a cowboy off to the side tending to some oxen and approached him, rather brazenly, asking him if he would smash or pass Jediah.

When Fea returned, she expressed to Slim that the cowboy she spoke to seemed... different. She meaningfully gazed up at the stained glass window of Jediah. Mortified that the Jediah had overheard Slim’s thoughts and affections for him, Slim began to plot his escape from this mortal coil, but Fea stopped him. Hey, who knows, maybe Slim has a chance with his god.

With their mission accomplished, the party found a bathhouse and took some time to clean up and relax. Fea and Calypso got a private room so that Fea could... de-skin? Re-skin? Something with her dead skin, without scaring any of the other bathers. And of course, Slim caught up on his stories and wrote a letter. (Also at some point I can’t recall, Calypso was heckling Valor, or “queenie,” but then did honestly say Valor looked lovely. Valor proudly declared then and there that Calypso had in fact given her a compliment.)

The following day, the Breakfast Club set out for Smoth. As a group they decided that when they found the group of penitent undead there, they would deal with them as non-violently as possible. They arrived in Smoth in the rain, and Slim took point in asking the barkeep (an unfortunately attractive minotaur) for some directions to what they were looking for.

Soon enough the group found the undead, accompanied by a dark figure with piercing blue orbs for eyes. She was standing off against a group of rough-looking individuals, led by a large yakfolk man. In the interest of keeping things non-lethal, Valor fired a warning shot at the yakfolk and told him to back off from the undead. Calypso, not at all following Valor’s thread, ran up and put the hurt on the guy, even stunning him.

Fea took a protective stance between the bandits and the dark figure (who had put up some kind of barrier around herself). Kattie cast Shatter to knock out a couple of bandits, and startled another to run off. After that, the yakfolk agreed to get the hell out of there, and all the bandits headed out. Fea began addressing the mage, called Ikarene-- the ensuing conversation took place in Abyssal, so none of the others could follow.

Fea relayed some info to the rest of the group, explaining that Ikarene’s purpose was to escort the penitent undead to Calamity and that the group ought to help them get there safely. After some considering of their options, the group decided to teleport them all back to Guild City. From there, they’d travel into the mountains to Fort Silver and secure them safe passage across the water to Calamity. Kattie used Sending to inform Anna of this, and Anna said she’d make the best preparations she could.

Fea determined she would remain with Ikarene and the undead for the night, to make sure they would be safe. The rest of the party went back to Smoth, where the barkeep from earlier (Toark) said that their checks were in the mail, basically. Slim paid for everyone’s food and rooms, and ended up landing himself a nice night with Toark.

Meanwhile, Calypso agreed to share a room with Valor, and Valor declared it would be a Girls’ Night. She, of course, had to explain what a girls’ night even was, since Calypso hadn’t really had one before. Face masks, talking about crushes, all that. Plus tiefling rite of passage stuff, since Valor was too sheltered to have done any of that kind of thing, apparently.

(And then there was text RP where Valor insisted pretty much everyone could tell Fea and Calypso were basically a thing, and told her to consider going for it. Calypso denied everything and didn’t think anything would ever even happen. But the tief squad did kinda bond a little, in spite of it all. ALSO Valor couldn’t handle fire like your standard tiefling can, and she’s apparently gotten sunburns in the past. Bwuh?)

(Additionally, Fea and Ikarene had a conversation wherein Fea said she had grown confident in the present of people that cared about her, despite the fact that she is dead and Abyssal. Ikarene pressed X to doubt, thinking that Fea’s disguise would drop at some point. Welp.)

[peonytheory]

[igotanidea]

We're all broken here: five hargreeves and reader.

Summary: Five is known to say exactly what is on his mind, even if it may hurt someone else. What if he takes it too hard and aim at the one person he really cares about. Will she understand?

A/N: This is just some story focused mostly on family relationships and supporting each other. no romance, just brother-sister stuff. Located somewhere in season 1. no "y/n"s

***

„Shit! Why you gotta be so stupid?!”

This last words echoed through the rooms and hallways of Hargreeves mansion leaving all of the siblings frozen. Despite the fact that Five was the one to use them he already regretted it.

“Eight, I …” he stuttered

“No. You  know what, it’s fine. I’m stupid and you’re mean. Let’s settle here and move on. No sorries, no I didn’t mean it, because for a matter of fact you did mean it.” It took all of her courage and inside strength not to fall apart at this adjective. She was used to being called weak, pathetic, distant, unattractive and plump and that did nothing to her. Aiming at her intelligence however, the only thing she was building her confidence on was just too much. But of course she would never let her idiotic 80somethign year old brother in a kid’s body know that.

“Eight….”

“Save it. We are good. I’m gonna go, but by all means you stay here.”

“Oh, no, honey, wait, wait for me! I’m not leaving you alone with your misery!” Klaus stood up immediately and stumbling a bit followed his sister with a bottle of alcohol in one hand.

“Low blow Five. Really in-style” Alison , aka number three mocked.

“Oh, just shut up and give me a break” Five hissed with clenched fist in his best attempt to teleport back to his room and move on with work and equations that did not make any sense.

“You’re not gonna do this” Diego, number two pointed a knife in his direction. Eight was his favorite sister, always there to calm him down after a fight or to help him with his stuttering or whatever else he had going on and inside he always felt the need to protect her.  She might have been gifted with seeing people’s auras, manipulating their emotions and occasionally getting into their thoughts but she couldn’t use that on herself. And at this moment, surely she had a lot.  “You’re gonna go to her and apologize.”

“I do not have to listen to you, Diego” Five squinted and took a sip of coffee, which was his inherent accessory. “And as a matter of fact, I will not. I’m out.”

“He’s a prick” Luther, number one mumbled with his mouth full when Five excused himself in a flash of blue light. “But that is nothing new.”

“He never was for her” number seven, Vanya shook his head “this whole apocalypse business must have really got into his head if he’s acting like that.”

“Nope” Luther pointed “you seem him differently cause you two always had a connection. But Five is an ass.”

“Hear, hear” Alison nodded

“Hate to say it, but Luther’s right.” Diego stood up.

“Do you think I should check on Klaus and Eight? Don’t know which one will have worse influence on the other.” Vanya was truly the only one who wasn’t afraid to show she cared.

“Leave them be. She can handle herself. In fact, I see Klaus getting advice from her not the other way round. He’s been acting strange lately.”

“Can’t remember the time when he was not.”

*** 

Meanwhile in eight’s room she was sitting on her bed with legs up to her chest, staring blankly into a space. Well, in fact she was staring at the wall bordering her room from five’s but it was not intentional.

“My lovely sister!” Klaus stumbled into her room and fell on the bed making the girl jump a little. “Do not torture yourself with Five’s words. This is unhealthy.”

“Look who is talking about unhealthy” she smirked pointing towards the bottle “care to share?”

“Um…. Sure, yeah, why not? Here you are.” He took a long sip before passing the alcohol to her “enjoy.”

“Klaus?”

“Yes, dear?”

“It’s empty, you ball of fuzz. You drank the last drops”

“Ups. Sorry.” he grinned “I’m sure you can do without, right?” he hid his face in the bed sheet and groaned

“You left me no choice. Anyway, anything I can do for you, brother?”

“Me?” he raised himself on the elbows and looked straight at her, his hair being a mess, confusion all over his face “Oh, no, I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Klaus.”

“Yes.”

“I can see your aura, remember? I can feel your emotions.”

“And what do you see, sister my?”

“Brown.” She raised an eyebrow

“You have to be more specific on that.”

“Well, you are either high, but that’s usual or you’ve been dealing with your ghost powers. I bet the latter.”

“I’m working hard you know, I’m trying” he cried “I even let Diego tie me to a chair so I would keep on track”

“So that’s what it was all about. Cute.”

“Don’t mock me” Klaus fell on his back dramatically “It’s exhausting.”

“Sure is. Ben giving you a hard time lately?”

“Not more than usual.” Number six, Ben, died at 17, but was still showing himself to Klaus and on some occasions Eight was capable of feeling his presence and emotions.

“It’s so good that at least you believe me I see him” Klaus grabbed her hand “He’s terrible. Won’t let me do a single thing.”

Liar.

“Oh, shut up, Ben”

“He’s here now? Where?”

Come on, eight, focus. I’m …. right…. here….

“Sitting on the window sill. You feel him?”

“Somewhat. I see yellow from that side. He’s mad. Not sure if It’s about you being a liar or ….”

The other one, obviously. Tell her, Klaus!

“Yeah, it’s about Five. Now, come here, sis. Let me hug you and make the pain go away. You do know you are not stupid, right?”

“Of course I do. But thank you Klaus.” She was more than happy to let her brother embrace her.

***

There was no denying that this damn upcoming apocalypse had an effect on every one of the siblings. Each of them reacted in their own way, leaving Luther and Alison spending the rest of the time together, Diego doing his vigilante shit, Klaus crying his heart out on Eight’s shoulder and Five going crazy. More than usual. Doing stuff he was not supposed too.

“Eight.” It was his best chance to make things right with her, so he appeared inside her room startling Klaus.

“Ah! Five. Don’t do this.”

“Go away. I need a word with her.”

“I don’t know if she….”

“If you don’t leave in like 5 seconds I’m gonna ….”

“Ok, fine, fine. I’m leaving. Jeez, threatening, Five? Seriously? I’m fragile!”

“Get out, Klaus!”

“Come on, Ben. We’re out.”

Nope. I’m staying. This will be interesting.

“Don’t you disobey me, now!” four yelled at the air making both Five and Eight look at him in confusion. Five more than his sister since she saw a bit of red in the air. Ben was angry for being told what to do. She shook her head not sure what to do with three brothers, one dead inside her room.

“You know what, since you all act like lunatics, I’m gonna go. Whoever has a business with me, feel free to join. I’ll get coffee and wait in the garden. 

And with that she left Klaus bantering with Ben and dumfounded Five behind.

***

“Come out now, blue, I can see you” couple minutes later she was sitting on the garden bridge, legs hanging from the edge, sipping coffee, watching the street.

“Stop calling me that” Five took a step towards her, hands in pockets, his whole posture a little slouched.

“I can’t help you just radiate this color.”

“And what does that mean to you. Sadness? I am not sad.”

“Of course not. Blue is not sadness, it’s more … thinking, considering. I can almost feel the wheels in your brain turning. So, the question is, what is on your mind to leave you like this?”

“Stop playing around. You know damn well what this is about.”

“Guilt?” she tilted her head

“Don’t push me Eight! You can say it to yourself.”

“Maybe” she refused to look at him “but I want you to express it.”

“I never should have called you that.”

“If that’s what troubles you ….”

“No. Don’t interrupt me!”

“How could I. After all you are older than me.” She fixed her gaze on the tree on the opposite side of the road.

“Look, Eight” he sighed in exasperation and rubbed his forehead “I saw you all die. I have lived through the apocalypse, and came back here looking like a kid. Surely you understand it is not… normal.”

“I do. And?”

“And…. This may have some effect on how I behave.”

“I call bullshit, Five.”

“Fine!” he yelled “you are infuriating, you get the craziest ideas, you make me mad and small, you constantly undermine what I do and …..”

“And what?” she finally looked at him. The second she laid her eyes on his face he could not hide anymore. She saw right through him like an open book. Not only because of her abilities, but because she was always the one closest to him. Challenging, yes. Demanding, yes. But at the same time so ambitious that it made him want to do more, to do better. To outsmart her, to impress her and to prove that he was in fact worth her friendship. He sighed, feeling utterly defeated.

“I hate you, Eight.” The boy shook his head in frustration  “But at the same time you are my sister and after some snarky comments and spiteful words I would jump into the fire for you.”

“I know. That is why I did not take what to you said to me personally.”

“It didn’t look like that to me.”

“Well then you are no smarter than me, dumbass. We are family, we are all broken, messy, chaotic and a bunch of individuals. We fight, scream at each other, get mad and even do not talk for … how many years?” she smiled at him “but at the end of the day we resist the urge to kill each other and that is the progress.”

“You want to kill me, Eight?”

“Sometimes, yes. Do you remember that?” she moved slightly so he could see a carving on the bridge.

“Fight” he smirked “Like Five and Eight combined.”

“How old were we when we made that up? Six?”

“Possibly. It’s good to see some things stays the same.”

“You know Five, we may have grown up, but seems like our relationship will always come down to this one words. Fight. Each other or other people, never mind. To me it just mean we are here for one another.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

“Good” she raised her cup “but stay away from my coffee. If there’s anything about you I know is that you are an ass, mischievous, spiteful, vengeful …”

“Careful there sister….”

“I’m not done yet… you act on impulse and do not mince your own words, but you are not cruel.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen my fair share of people who wanted to hurt another. Their faces when they told words that were meant to tear each other apart and to cause damage. There were so much viciousness inside. That single purpose on their mind to break and destroy. Whatever you may think about yourself you are not like that, Five. You are not evil. Just a menace.”

“So touching” he mocked  “I think I’m about to cry.”

“Don’t mind my presence than” she took another sip and having finished the coffee put the cup down ”“Now. You got silver sparkling in your cloud. Who are we fighting with today?”

“Have I ever told you about the Commission?” he squinted at her.

“Nope. But it seems like a long story. I’m listening.”

Yes. After all, they were family. And at the end of the day they were up to get rid of anyone who would threat a member of it.

[vi-sinner]

Take Care | Geralt of Rivia x Reader

        Sickness isn’t fun, luckily Geralt comes to take care of you 

Warnings| fluff, light cursing, you’re sick and forced to drink icky medicine, a touch of pining, GN! reader (no gendered pronouns used)

Word Count| 740

 A03 | The Witcher Masterlist

For someone who has come face to face with flesh eating beasts, some that can fly, some that teleport, your immune system sure does- well suck

Maybe it’s the change of the seasons, or the fact you stubbornly “forget” to dress appropriately for the weather types. But your throat burns, your head feels hotter than hell, but you’re cold and shivering while you lay straight up against the tree 

Its’s truly torture, but there’s no choice but to wait patiently for your traveling companion to return

Geralt left a good 30 minutes ago- off to find herbs and of the sorts to calm down your symptoms 

“Stay put” He gruffly said to you before he departed 

The rough but lighthearted comment made you snort, because no matter how much you wanted to get your body moving, you could only motivate your eyes to stare around the woods the two of you camped in 

Your eyes feel heavy, begging for some rest. Just as they closed, the sound of footsteps made them shoot open. Your body forgot how to function so it would be very unlucky if it was bandits or something worse creeping up on you

Fortunately, it was just your white-haired companion, hands full with a jug of water, and various plants that you can’t recognize- herbalism is not your specialty 

He kneels by the campfire, preparing the medicine you need. He turns to observe you, a small smile on his face but a mix of concern, you can only assume what he sees isn’t the brightest 

“How do you feel?” He asks you, still occupied mixing the ingredients together 

“About the same” Your voice is raspy and dry as you reply. “Which means, I feel like utter shit.” Chuckles from both of you come out, but your talking has you throwing out a coughing fit. 

Geralt comes by your side with the water he collected from the stream and orders you to drink. The water travels roughly down your throat- never would you think drinking would be such a difficult task

Your eyes close again- waiting for him to finish his magic. And before you know it, he lightly taps your shoulder and hands you a jar, filled with what you assume is your medicine- though it looks more like what you present when you drink too much

He brings the jar closer to your mouth and even with your nose stuffed up you can still smell the mixture- and it isn’t pleasant 

“Drink this, it will make you feel better.” 

“I rather drink straight from a goat's tits.” You stubbornly protest 

He says your name like he’s scolding a child and brings it closer 

Rolling your eyes, your hand shakes to take the jar. Your face shows your discomfort as you take your first sips. When it starts spilling over your lips, he takes it back to hold. 

“Urgh, that tastes like shit- Give me more.” you say as he wipes your mouth for you. And you quickly down the rest, the jar falls to the ground right when you consume the last drop 

“Remind me to never get sick ever again- I can’t go through that ever again.” 

“That’s a tad dramatic, it’s not that bad.” He sits himself down next to you 

“Not that bad?!” You gape at him “I didn’t know being a Witcher also made you taste buds nonexistent.” A chuckle comes out his mouth. “But, anyway, thank you, for taking care of me.” You shrug shyly 

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s ok to let other people care for you sometimes.” 

“Like you haven’t hid your wounds just so you don’t “burden” me to help you.” 

“Let me be a hypocrite sometimes.” that comment makes you both laugh

Comfortable silence surrounds you, and your head lays on his board shoulder. His head pears down at you. “Sleep, don’t fight it.” He softly commands 

Your head pears up at him now. “See, I was going to sleep, but now that you ordered me too, I think I'm going to stay up- just to spite you.” 

“I think sick you, is almost more annoying than normal.” 

“Oh, shut it wolf, you know you love it.” You lay your head back down and quickly find yourself fast asleep. 

All the while he continues to stare down at you, thinking how much he does, that he loves yo- it. 

He loves it 

[undertalethingems]

[Re]Fused Character Spotlight #3: Fsh

A true force to be reckoned with, the fusion of Sans and Undyne is usually only seen when they have no other options and absolutely have to get something done or people will get hurt. Combining Undyne’s willpower with Sans’ wits, Fsh is a tough opponent that is every bit as intimidating as they look.

Accepts any pronouns, but usually uses they/them

Blunt, direct, doesn’t talk much. Can seem unfriendly when they have work to do, but really cares a lot deep down. Not so dour they can’t have any fun; proud of what they can do, they’re given to a little showing off and bragging on occasion, and they like to see others smile.

Due to the circumstances they usually fuse under, tends to have a single goal and is driven to pursue it to the end. Un-fuses when that goal is achieved.

Looks bulky and is physically strong, but is skeletal underneath their clothing.

Has DT. Not enough to control the timeline, but enough to remember a reset, and risk melting if Undyne pushes them too hard. (If they did melt, they would become inseparable—an amalgamate.)

Post separation, Undyne usually feels okay, if a little weary, but Sans is sore all over and has very low energy for the next several days, up to a few weeks. This may frustrate Papyrus, but he knows his brother can’t be pushed into recovering any faster.

Bad at healing magic.

Spear teleportation: they can throw a spear and shortcut to wherever it makes contact. Useful when exact coordinates of the destination are unknown.

Scary voice is really scary.

More expressive than Sans, but less expressive than Undyne.

Truly one-eyed—though Sans can see with unlit sockets just fine, Fsh can only see out of their left. Somehow, it doesn’t seem to affect their depth perception.

Battle style: Overwhelming power. Fast attacks, gaster blasters that shoot a single powerful bolt at a time. As likely to use ranged as melee, their bone attacks take the form of bones sharpened to a fine point at one end. Uses fewer shortcuts than Comic Papyrus, but still dodges.

Not something Fsh knows, but a fun fact about their blaster: the design is based on Dunkleosteus, a type of armored prehistoric fish that was likely the top predator about 350 million years ago. It seemed fitting to use a fish known for having giant bladed teeth and ‘dunk’ in its name :3

-Headcanons based on @radibe5’s thoughts:

The one situation they’ll fuse in that isn’t a matter of life or death? The chance to prank, annoy, or otherwise mess with people in ways Sans and Undyne couldn’t do better on their own. Relies more on shock humor and pranks than puns, and given to sneaking up on people to scare them.

When given the chance, they love eating junk food, the worse for them the better. Grillby’s is a favorite, but not all they’re willing to try. Papyrus hates it. Most people hate it. But that only inspires Fsh further. May be left with the magical equivalent of a stomachache (since they don’t have a physical stomach), but always says it was worth it.

Only they get to mess with Papyrus—woe to anyone foolish enough to actually hurt Papyrus in any significant way while Fsh is around. It’s a fast track to having daggers glared at you until you feel your sins crawling down your back…

x2 combo of not telling people things so they don’t worry/get hurt...

[fnaf-imagines]

Can you do fnaf 1 Freddy with a future stubborn, carefree s/o who he constantly butts heads with? At first they can’t stand each other when s/o starts out as a security guard even though the rest of the gang loves them. Sword fights with Foxy, sneaking Chica out of the restaurant, loud karaoke with Bonnie, and sharing horror stories with Golden Freddy. But to Freddy this is all reckless behavior and dangerous to which the s/o thinks the big boss is just an old no fun having bore. Though one night thanks to the future s/o they accidentally lock themselves and Freddy inside the security room while the others try to get them out. They start to connect more after finally talking things out afterwards Freddy starts to feel that warm fuzzy feeling. I hope thats not too much.

Wow anon you really planned this out!! It sounds pretty interesting though and pretty much like something Freddy would do! I hope you enjoy and this is what you were slightly hoping for!! This time I decided to do short headcanons and then a drabble under the read more! ^w^

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We all know Freddy is very stubborn. At least in my eyes he can be quite tough to change the mind of.

He follows rules to the core. Make one wrong move, ONE simple mistake, and he might not forgive you so easily (Note to self, do not drop the music box-)

As leader he has a responsibility to uphold and that includes making sure the others follow the rules as well, including security guards...

You annoy him so much. Don’t you see how much trouble you’re truly causing? This is only going to lead to problems...problems that HE will have to somehow solve and fix which isn’t too thrilling let me tell you.

No matter what he can’t help but get frustrated and annoyed. To make things worse you’re just as upset as him, always talking back and challenging him as if he ISN’T some strong bear much taller and bigger than you.

There’s no way he’d ever fall for you. No way...at least he hopes-

“Tch. I hope you know this will come out of your paycheck.” Freddy leans his hand against the wall as a frustrated groan leaves him. A snarled expression on his face as he refuses to look at the one person he loathes the most.

“As if I’m not used to that already, Fazbear-” they respond back, crossing their arms as they choose to sit in the chair in the office.

It was a standard night but things quickly turned south when once again, they started messing around and playing games with the others. He was simply going to step in and lecture them all to get them to stop before something happened. In the heat of the moment though Freddy had followed them into the security office where they were both now stuck.

The others were all outside the two doors trying so hard to figure out a way to open them. Not even Foxy was strong enough to open the doors and Golden Freddy was nowhere to be found meaning teleportation wasn’t an option.

Freddy only hoped they’d figure out a way soon enough. Being alone with them was not how he wanted to spend his night but it seems as if that’s where it was heading. It was only 1 AM currently, meaning there was still time, but if they didn’t do something soon then their only hope would be opening time when everything reset.

Either that or turn off the generator but he wasn’t so sure the others knew where it was and I don’t think they could hear him through the doors even if he tried telling them.

“What are you thinking so hard about bear? You look so stressed-” they muttered.

“I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact we’re stuck in the office with no way out and to top it all off I’m stuck with the one person who I can’t stand out of everyone else-” he growled.

“Whatever you dumb bear! You think I’m excited about this? I can’t wait to get out of here and further away from YOU-” they argued back.

Freddy felt off with the way his heart hurt after hearing that. He didn’t know why but them completely ignoring him felt so...wrong...

“Whatever.” he huffed as he looked away, a much more solemn look on his face than before.

They fell quiet as they observed him. In a much more gentle tone than before they spoke up, “Um...are you sure you’re alright..? Like, in general and everything? Not that I care- I mean I just-”

Freddy sighed. “Not really. It feels like lately each day as been more stressful than the last...Almost like everything has been too much...”

They frowned and stared at him with a guilty look. “Well...I hope ya know that I- I am sorry for always causing so much trouble. I mean, it’s fun but I don’t mean to actually shove so much stress on you or anything. I swear!”

Freddy slightly smiled as he watched them out of the corner of his eye, taking in how they nervously stuttered and tried to explain themselves. “I know. It’s less than pleasing to clean yours and everyone else’s mess but I’m glad you all are having fun. I haven’t seen any of them that happy since...” He trailed off not wanting to continue any further. Revealing what he knew about the past would only bring back horrible memories.

Taking a deep breath he continued. “I’m just glad they’re no longer sad. It feels somewhat refreshing seeing them all smile and act carefree.”

They smiled in return. “Well...you could be like that too ya know! Happy and carefree if you just let loose a little bit.”

“I have a business to look after. I don’t really think I can afford to “let loose”.” He sighed.

“I think you can! Besides...I think you deserve to be happy too...” They mumbled, slightly hoping he wouldn’t hear the end of what they said but thanks to the advanced hearing by being mostly robotic he heard it clearly.

He glanced at them then, simply observing the way they looked down at their lap and fiddled with their shirt between their fingers. Somehow Freddy felt his face getting hot as he grew a bit flustered. Did they really care that much about him..?

He lightly smiled as he walked over. “That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve said to me ever since you started working here...and I appreciate it...”

They whipped their head up, their eyes widening at how close he was now, before standing up next to him. Out of nowhere they went in for a hug as Freddy wrapped his arms around them too.

“Well...this is probably the first time we’ve actually talked, Fazbear.”

He lightly laughed this time, “I think you’re definitely right about that.”

Perhaps they weren’t so bad after all...he could definitely see himself growing used to this...

[ventiskies]

when he accidentally injures you | Xiao, Albedo, Bennett

a/n: hello anon!! im doing well, thank you!! hope you are too !! thank you for giving me the chance to add characters HHHH ive been DYING to write for Xiao, Albedo and Benny so i took the opportunity to! hope you like it !! also,,, this is probably my longest post !! i loved writing this <3

pairing: Xiao x gn! reader, Albedo x gn! reader Bennett x gn! reader

warnings: vague mentions of injury and blood

Xiao

★Xiao and you had been on a stroll, something you casually did together whenever Xiao was in a good mood. the adeptus wasn’t one to get out of the confines of Wangshuu Inn, so every time he does, you cherish it and spend it as if it was your last

★but this particular stroll didn’t go as planned, at all

★the two of you had left Wangshuu Inn in the morning, when the weather had seemed as if it would be sunny the whole morning, but it had betrayed you the moment you had set foot in Minlin, the skies had loomed with darkness and occasional rumbles of thunder

★Xiao could have easily teleported the two of you together, but a sudden attack with a ruin hunter had caused him to get distracted

★he could easily defeat the creation with a simple use of his elemental burst, but you were in the vicinity and he didn’t want you getting injured, despite the chances of hitting you were low, he wasn’t going to take the chance

★he had strictly told you to stay back and out of sight, making use of the terrain to jump and strike at the core with his polearm whenever the hunter was aiming to him, but he should have known you were stubborn

★the moment you had ran into the fight, arrow pointing to the ruin hunter, the said war machine had immediately turned towards you, all four of its arms aiming missiles towards you

★Xiao had been too slow, and when he had realized it was aiming towards you, you had already been sent back flying after the hit

★your name fell on his lips, his eyes widening in anger when he had seen what the creature had done, and without any hesitance Xiao summons his elemental burst and sends the creature falling to pieces

★“y/n,” Xiao mutters, worried that he would be met with the sight of you dead, “y/n, where are you?”

★you gave a weak groan, unable to raise your head after hitting it on the sharp rocks. Xiao made his way towards you, and the rain started pouting

★Xiao knelt down and cradled your head gently, seeing the gash on your head. you were most likely suffering from a concussion as well from the way you were unable to look at him in the eye, and your hands grabbing your forehead as if it had exploded

★his eyes showing evident worry, and this was the first time he had felt so scared

★he knew he was powerful, and he was beginning to regret even taking you out of the safety of the Inn. this shouldn't have happened, he was with you because he wanted to protect you,

★and here he was being the cause of your injury

★“y/n, can you hear me?” he asked, and when you hissed the moment he placed a gentle hand on your head, he curses lightly, unable to keep himself calm as he always had anymore, “hold on,”

★Xiao had lived for years and had suffered watching deaths and injuries of the people he had been close with since he had became the adeptus of Liyue, but for once, he had felt a different type of hurt when you had been injured this time

★because this was his fault; what if it had happened again?

★he had teleported the two of you back to Wangshuu Inn, and had asked Verr Goldet to help you just because he was afraid of hurting you further

★and she knew more than to question what happened, especially after Xiao had told her with the weakest voice she has ever heard him use, and pleading eyes to take care of you.

★when you had healed completely, you noticed Xiao had distanced himself from you more than when you had both met the first time, and it had worried you to no end

★it had came to a point where he would disappear whenever you tried to search for him at the balcony, and you were getting upset that he was running away from you because of the accident that was caused by your stubbornness; and the fact that you knew Xiao blamed himself had only made you more guilty

★”Xiao,” you gently said, walking outside with a bowl of his favorite almond tofu, “I miss you,”

★he had to contain himself to avoid disappearing on you again after he heard the words. Xiao wasn’t much of an emotional person, but the memories from the accident had left him afraid of getting close to you again, in fear that he would hurt you once more

★but when he had met your glossy eyes and saw the pained expression you held, he knew that it was only going to be worse is he had avoided you

★”y/n-” Xiao started, but you had only dropped the almond tofu and ran into his arms, hugging him tight as if you were afraid to let him go

★and (with reluctance), Xiao had hugged you back, twice as hard

★it would take time for him to get back to his usual self and trust himself to go out and adventure with you again, but for him, you would wait your lifetime.

Albedo

★An experiment going wrong was a part of alchemy. It was something Albedo would expect to happen fifty percent of the time he conducts something for the first time

★He has gotten a handful of injuries from it that he had sometimes forgotten that people outside of the realm of alchemy wouldn't know what it would be like to expect a burn or scars after the first test

★So of course, sometimes even the smartest people could be careless

★Albedo had brought you to his lab in Dragonspine, claiming that he had found a rare plant and wanted to see if it was able to withstand heat

★Putting it in a flask, he had placed it on a test tube holder and your curious eyes had caught sight of the glowing pink tube

★“What’s this?” you stepped closer to inspect the glowing flask, and Albedo wordlessly looks at you with a fond smile. your curious gaze at his work had always made him feel happy; you truly were endearing

★Albedo turns on the burner, and the moment the fire had hit the flask, the substance had instantly exploded, causing you to recoil back and grab at your face when the substance had burned your face

★instantly, Albedo had abandoned his failed test and attended to you, trying to pry your hands away from your face

★“My love, I’m so sorry,” he says gently, trying to see the damage that the explosion has gave you, “please look at me,”

★you felt tears well in your eyes, the burns on your cheeks combining with the coldness of the snow stinging your face

★when Albedo had successfully pried your hands away , he grabbed them gently and looked at you, “we- we need to see the deaconess,” he mutters to himself, feeling his heart ache seeing you holding back tears, never in his life had he regretted conducting an experiment so badly;

★he had wished he was able to take the pain away from you, he absolutely despised seeing you so hurt

★after you had healed, Albedo would make a rule that you weren’t ever allowed in the premises of his laboratory ever again, and that you were banned from joining him whenever he was conducting experiments

★it had hurt you when Albedo had adamantly decided on it, but you knew that it would only hurt him more if you tried to fight him about it

★he was still blaming himself for the incident; despite him knowing that errors were completely common in alchemy

★his greatest fear was hurting you, and if he was given a choice, he would rather have you far away as possible from anything that could lead to potential harm

★(and that especially meant that when the time comes and he loses control and destroys Mond, he hopes you would be far away from him as possible, too)

Bennett

★Bennett knew he was bad luck, he knew that was mostly the reason there wasn't anyone on his team. no one wanted to get hurt and gain nothing on an adventure. no one wanted to bring a bunch of medical supplies for when an accident that was bound to happen, happens

★no one but you

★you were the only member in Bennett’s team; you were a duo. you didn’t wield a vision, but that didn't make Bennett think of you any less, in fact, he thought you were the bravest person ever for being just a feet away from him outside of Mond, and now you were a team member of his

★injuries were common for you. there would always be some sort of scratch or bleeding whenever you went out on an adventure with the pyro vision holder. if there wasn’t a monster encounter, the two of you would accidentally trip and fall into a lake

★but when the latter happens, Bennett would have a fire for the two of you, and settle in an empty (at least, you hope was) hilichurl camp nearby to warm up in

★it was the norm now, and despite Bennett wanting you to just choose another team because he couldn't handle seeing you in pain from his luck, you had always reassured him that the unexpected turns of events because of his luck was just what you had loved about adventure, and you always trusted him to take care of you whenever something like that happened

★but of course, it was only a matter of time until it was Bennett himself who had hurt you

★you were both fighting a cryo abyss mage, the bastard’s protective shield already broken by Bennett’s elemental skill, causing the creature to start crawling on the ground pathetically

★you were sure its health had already decreased a significant amount that one slice could kill it off instantly, and you had wanted to give the final blow

★but Benny seemed to have a different idea

★the moment Bennett had saw you coming, it had been too late for him to stop, because the same moment you had ran towards the abyss mage, he had raised his sword and sliced the creature hard to the point that his sword had accidentally sliced your stomach as well

★thankfully, your clothes were thick enough that the cut hadn’t been deep enough to get stitches, but it still hurt so badly that you had fallen to the floor, clutching your stomach

★“y/n, what happened?!” he asked, too worried to remember that it had been him who did it, “are you okay?!- wait, no, that was a stupid question, let me see,”

★Bennett was an excellent team leader, but sometimes, he could be a little oblivious

★he gently lays you on his lap, taking out supplies from his belt. he had saw a glimpse of red, so he takes out towels to wipe the blood

★he had gently asked if he could lift your shirt, and when you had weakly nodded, he assessed the damage

★and that was when he had saw the burns by your cut

★burns. the abyss mage was a cryo one, and there wasn't any source of fire where you were but him

★Bennett felt his breath hitch, hands holding the towel clenching in fear. what had he done?

★“no, no, no,” he says in slight panic; this was exactly what he was afraid would happen, “no, no, y/n I’m so sorry. I was supposed to protect you,” his voice broke, gently pressing the towel on your wound to soak up the blood, and when he heard you hiss in pain, he felt tears well in his eyes, “I’m so sorry...”

★he knew the cut wasn’t deep, and you were going to be okay, but the mere thought that the fact you couldn't move and were in pain was because of his doing had caused Bennett to be unable to focus

★you were taken to Barbara immediately, Bennett carrying you bridal style the whole way back (he had been silent, while you had tried to start a conversation with lighthearted banter with him, he had only given you a half hearted laugh before focusing on his journey back) and was healed with a simple swish of the deaconess’ hands

★but afterwards, Bennett had started to spend less time outside of Mondstadt, saying that he had preferred to read at the library with you, and that was extremely unlike of him

★you knew it was because he was blaming himself for what had happened, so you had to let him know that you were fine, and that you knew that it was bound to happen anyways

★It would take a lot of reassurance for Benny to agree to even step a foot outside again, but in the end, it would be worth it to see his adventurer spirit once more

[lostgreekgod]

delusion

a/n: hello aaaaa i had @theaudacitytowrite give me a prompt for a loki x reader fic solely because I do not find entertainment elsewhere! anyways

word count: 2776 (shit got longer, but what can I say I'm very feely when it comes to angst)

warnings: angst. angst angst angst. some crying. there was this one mention of blood, tendons & stuff ? but that's about it have fun crying

pairing: loki x f!reader

summary: you and Loki have been together for quite some time now. what happens when his insecure self realizes that you love him? and that he does too?

another a/n: I feel like this could use a part 2 i might come up with it next week because I've got a 7 day break from school yayy lmk if you'd like that nexie

4 years. It had been 4 years, 3 months, and 27 days since y/n had shed a tear. But on this fine autumn morning, as the yellow and brown leaves rustled in the gentle winds, as the smell of coffee, pumpkin, and spice wafted in the air, she let a tear fall- courtesy of her lover. No, scratch that. Her ex-lover.

\\ 3 hours earlier \\

Humming a tuneless song, an exhausted y/n walked back to her room in the Avenger’s tower. A whole day of training wouldn’t be smart when she had a crucial mission to lead just the next day, but she wanted the mission to pan out exactly right. This wasn’t her first mission, but the stats were so much more critical compared to the missions she had been sent on before. A new rival organization was springing up in SHIELD’s radar, and they seemed as high as ever in spirit, regardless of how the Avengers had managed to crush HYDRA not so long ago. Apparently, according to a message they had received a few moments before, the up-and-coming organization had 4 junior agents in captivity, and in exchange for those agents, they wanted intel. Fury’s plan was to provide a hard drive with incorrect information with an embedded virus, and have the agents rescued before the rival agents decrypted the file and realized SHIELD’s play. Two birds with one stone, as he had phrased. y/n was going to go in with Natasha and Loki. Nat, because she was as light as a cat on her feet, and Loki because he had his seidr for illusions, teleportation, et cetera. This wasn’t going to be her first mission with her 4-month boyfriend either, but she was excited to be fighting alongside him, nevertheless. As she washed up in the shower, she heard her room door open and close with a click. Finally. She thought with a smile. She could go to sleep in her beloved’s arms for the few hours she had left for rest and relaxation before they set out. Putting on her nightgown, she left the bath. She saw how Loki was cocooned on her bed, arms reaching out towards her, a little smile on his face. Unlike her, the god didn’t train much- but he still looked tired.

“Hello, my little lioness. Whom did you beat up today? You do realize it is wiser to rest before a mission.” He said in a loud, lazy whisper. All y/n could do was smile sweetly at him and snuggle under the covers. He knew how the lack of training made her insecure about her ability to be stealthy. Instead of letting Loki’s arms wrap around her like most of the other nights, she spooned his chest instead. Loki’s eyes widened at the sudden gesture, his body tensing up at the sudden disposal of love. He had only given love; he had never been on the receiving side of it. Wait, love? He didn’t love y/n. He didn’t. That swell he felt in his chest every time he saw her was simply the result of the great appreciation and respect he had for her. Nothing more. He couldn’t love her. After all, everyone he had ever loved ended up being taken away from him.

Chuckling lightly, he hoped y/n wouldn’t catch onto his nervousness. “What are you doing my dear?”

Inhaling his scent, y/n mumbled, her eyes still closed. “Sleeping. Go to sleep my love. We have to be up in less than 3 hours.”

My love? Yes, y/n had called him that multiple times, but he had never thought much of it. Why was he suddenly so wary of it? Did y/n truly love him? No, maybe she wasn’t thinking. She was already worn out and sleepy, maybe she blurted it out accidentally. No one could love him. No one.

y/n sensed that he still hadn’t relaxed. Cracking her eyes slightly open, she asked lightly, “Is everything okay, love?” Loki’s brows furrowed at her question. There it was again. Love. Loving him was impossible. To love him would be delusional. A move of delusional stupidity. Blatant ignorance.

Loki shifted away from her and sat up, ignoring the throbbing in his chest when he heard her whine in response. He met her eyes only to be asked another question. “Love, what’s the matter?”

His heart clenched against his chest, suddenly the room was too hot. He had to understand what was going on. He had to figure this out before it was too late.

“Love?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

y/n scanned his face, trying to understand the reason for his sudden withdrawal. She simply hummed in response.

Loki raised his eyebrows, indicating her to reiterate her response.

“Yes, what is the matter?”

“You referred to me as ‘love’.” He repeated, his tongue spewing out the last word like it was coated in dirt and grime.

“Yes, I suppose I did. Is something bothering you?” she asked again, placing her hand on his thigh as a gesture of concern.

How was he expected to ask her if she actually, truly loved him, without causing a kerfuffle? Without making it seem awkward, without losing her? What if she said she didn’t love him? What then? Would that make him feel better? Would that make him happy? A chill ran down his spine when he realized his answer. No. he wouldn’t be happy. In fact, he’d be terribly upset. He wanted y/n to love him. Shaking his head, he tried to heed logic over his emotion. He had to stop himself before he caused something he couldn’t fix. Before y/n realized the monster he truly was. He had to protect his beloved y/n, that would be the least he owed to her, after all that he had led her into.

He neutralized his expression, calming his breathing. This was for the best. He was the God of Lies, he did not deserve love after all that he had done.

“As a matter of fact, y/n, something is bothering me.”

y/n nodded, encouraging him to explain his predicament. “You can talk to me, love.”

Loki inhaled quickly, the use of the blasted term knocking him out of character for a second before he was able to regain his composure. He would ask the question directly. Right to the point, like he was doing business. That was the only way he could maintain his pretense without breaking down too soon. y/n might never forgive him after tonight, but to have her angry at him was so much better than losing her, on his account.

“Do you love me?”

y/n gasped lightly at the sudden question, her eyes widening at how Loki asked her about something so deep with no emotion in his voice. She sensed his sudden hostility, this coldness he was presenting her with. Sitting upright, she looked into his eyes. Nothing. She could read nothing from his expression. All she could pick up was this eerie sadness radiating off of him.

She decided to try reasoning with him. This sudden hostility meant something was bothering him at a much more personal level, and such issues mustn’t be dealt with before an important mission. She would know.

“We don’t have to do this today, Loki. We have to be up early tomorrow, and I doubt- “

“Answer the question, y/n.” Loki interrupted, his voice hardened like steel.

“Loki, we really mustn’t-“ she tried again.

“Answer, y/n.” he pressed.

y/n could only look at him and wonder what the cause was for the unexpected change in his demeanor. How was she supposed to tell him? How was she supposed to give the answer to the one question that could either make or break everything that they had together? How was she supposed to tell him that her love for him was far more than life? That he was her life? It didn’t matter how less time they had spent with each other; she knew him a lot longer before they had decided to begin their courtship, and she had fallen in love with him even before they had gotten romantically involved. She only fell harder for him after she saw how he truly was. How broken and vulnerable, how he yearned for a place in someone’s heart, how he wished someone could love him without any foretold conditions. How he wished to be free. Loki’s eyes widened as realization dawned upon him. y/n’s lack of response answered his question. She did love him. But he had to hear it from her. That was the only way he could finish this for good. For his y/n.

“I’m waiting.” He prompted, slightly flinching at the coldness in his voice.

y/n’s eyes flicked over to his, her skin eliciting goosebumps from the steely nature of his voice. He had never been like this to her. The last time she had seen him like this was when he was under Thanos’ control. Breathing deeply, she reached out and held his hands, shutting her eyes for a moment.

“Yes. I do. I love you,” she whispered, blood pounding against her ears. Her heart convulsed in her chest when Loki didn’t reply. She cracked her eyes open, her fingers growing cold at Loki’s unchanged demeanor.

Loki’s chest heaved at her response. ‘I love you,’ she had whispered, her eyes shut at the vulnerability of their situation. He already knew what she was going to say, but to hear it from her own mouth, her voice tiny as ever in fear that he wouldn’t return her feelings had him gasp slightly. His blood ran cold, his mind freezing at another realization. He loved her too. Of course he did. How could he have been so blind? He loved her so much, he hadn’t even noticed. Finish it! Finish it right now! Before you make things worse! His mind screamed at him. He knew what he had to do. Swallowing, he tried to memorize the feel of her hands against his. This was all he was ever going to have. A memory. A memory of his little lioness, a memory of what he would have had if he was someone different. Someone nicer, better. Someone not him. He pulled away from her, and met her eyes, his expression stoic and emotionless. Like the monster he was.

“Pity.” He whispered, his heartbreaking at how y/n’s eyes widened. He thought he experienced heartbreak when he lost his mother. As destructive as that moment was, many years ago, he believed he wouldn’t feel anything over this. After all, you can’t break something that’s already broken. But boy, was he wrong. This was heartbreak. And apparently, it's even worse when you go through it a second time. His veins felt like ice, his head heavier than ever. He could feel his throat closing up, all he wanted was to rip his heart out of his chest. He didn’t deserve her. Hell, he didn’t deserve to live after all that he had done.

“What?” came y/n’s voice, a little barely over a whisper. He couldn’t help but notice how her voice was heavy, laced with hurt.

“It’s a pity you think you love me.” He reiterated, his words chapping away at his already cracked heart.

y/n couldn’t process the event unfolding in front of her. Loki didn’t love her. No, worse. Loki thought it was stupid that she loved him. If she had any concern for her dignity, she would ask him to leave. But she loved him far too much. She decided to try one last time. Straddling him, she reached over and cupped his face in his hands, pressing her lips against his ice-cold ones. He was shocked for a moment, and before he realized, he was kissing her back. I love you, he wanted to say. I love you too. But all could do was try and engrave in his mind the feeling of her soft lips on his, the warmth of her hands against his cheeks. This was the end. He had to use all his willpower not to pull her in his arms and deepen the kiss, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

Breaking away, y/n whispered, “it may be stupid that I do. Pathetic, even. -It isn’t pathetic. I love it.- Honestly, not one day goes by where I don’t face criticism about how I must be an ignorant fool to love someone like you. But what these people don’t understand, is that they are the ones that are ignorant. They do not see you as I do, and although I wish every day that they would, I doubt it will ever happen. You are, the best thing that has ever happened to me. That ever will happen to me,” she says, taking his hand and placing it over her heart. “Can’t you feel this? This is what I feel every time I think of you- this is how I feel every time you merely breathe in my direction. -You are the reason I still exist, my dear. You keep me tethered to the outside world.- My love for you has been in existence for far longer than our courtship. I wish I could do more than just tell you how much I love you, if I could, I would give you anything, everything you’ve ever wanted; my heart was yours the moment I set eyes on you 2 years ago. So take it, trample over it- it was yours to do anything with anyway. -So was mine. I am yours, just as you claim to be mine.- I love you, Loki Friggason, and I refuse to stop. -I love you too, my darling y/n. but I must do this. For you. Forgive me.-”

All Loki could do was hold in all those thoughts he desperately wanted to put in words. He could feel his eyes well up, his chest convulsing for the umpteenth time. Inhaling her scent, he hoped he would remember the sweet smell of chocolate and wine she always smelled of.

With great restraint, he pushed her off of him, his heart churning at y/n’s gasp. Her heart cracked at his dismissal. He couldn’t look at her while he shattered her heart, while he ripped it right off the pedestal. This was the end.

“You say all this, but you mean nothing by it, I assure you. I have encountered numerous midgardians professing their love for me, but I can tell when someone lies y/n. And it is very clear to me how you are simply overwhelmed. You do not love me. You are simply but a blatant, ignorant fool.” Could his heart shatter any further? Apparently, yes. It clawed at his chest, pain searing in his bones. He would feel all of it. He would embrace it.

He forced his lips to morph into a twisted, sickening smile. Agony. That is what he felt. Fresh burning agony, like fire in his tendons.

“What we have is all but a product of boredom. I was simply bored, silly mortal.” He looked up at her when she gasped, her hand on her heart. It was almost as if he could hear it shatter. All he wanted to do was hold her and weep. Tell her how sorry he was. Tell her how he wished he was the person she truly deserved. Instead, he was going to crawl into a ball and wish for death.

He got up to leave. Once and for all. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he willed his tears to sink back to wherever they came from. He didn’t deserve to cry.

“Did I ever matter to you?” he heard her whisper. Deciding not to answer, he stepped towards the door before she called to him. “Did I, Loki?” she asked again, her voice steadier. There was the woman he had hopelessly fallen in love with. A lioness, she certainly was.

He turned around to look at her, the same lifeless smile dancing across his lips. If he was someone else, he would have been taken aback at y/n’s stoic expression. She would rise again. She would continue to live her life, and no one was going to stop her. Especially him. That was the lioness he knew of. The only evidence of her hurt was the tiny teardrops prickling in her eyes, which he could see only because of the morning sun rays peeking in through the gaps in the curtains. She never cried.

“No,” he breathed, swiftly exiting through the door before she could see the tears that had traitorously fallen onto his cheeks.

part 2 here!

[tamabbyboi]

Your Pain- Shouto Todoroki

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x reader

Synopsis: Soulmate au! You could feel your soulmate's pain your entire life, and when you met Todoroki you immediately recognized the scar on his face and it's alignment with the searing pain you once felt from your soulmate.

Based off of and a continuation of my soulmate au headcanons which also include Tamaki and Kaminari! One-shot based off of Tamaki's.

Quirk: Teleportation quirk!

Word Count: 1.51k

A/N: Hello! I loved writing this one oml the dialogue section isn't long but I never really write dialogue so it's kinda refreshing. This took way too long for me to write for how long it is but ADHD brain go brr. Also the title makes this sound very angsty but I literally could not think of a title without the word pain in it so here we are. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

As always if you want to request from me feel free just read my rules first! For more of my work check out my masterlist!

Warnings: Todoroki's childhood I wanna fistfight Endeavor let me fistfight Endeavor

You were never one of those people who doubted the existence of their soulmate, never having felt their pain. In fact, you counted those people as lucky, your situation was much worse. You had been feeling your soulmate's pain your entire life. You've lived in constant worry for them as long as you can remember, feeling the scrapes, bruises, and sometimes even burns that your soulmate endured, the nature of which lead you to believe they were undergoing harsh training.

It was when you were 5 that you knew their situation was truly terrible. You were woken up screaming from the searing pain around your left eye, feeling as though boiling water was poured onto your face. It was the worst pain you had ever experienced, and you knew your soulmate was experiencing it much worse.

It was then and there, at the ripe age of 5, that you decided you were going to do everything within your power to help your soulmate, and others like them. It was then and there that you decided to become a hero.

You waited through years of feeling their pain, years of their training, years of concern for them, to finally get to UA. You had undergone a bit of training yourself in order to strengthen your teleportation quirk, swearing to be quick enough to avoid injury, not wanting to add even more to your soulmate's pain.

When you walked into class on the first day and saw Todoroki, the first thing you noticed was the placement of his scar. Not the scar itself, but the fact that it was in the exact place that you felt the excruciating burn as a child. You had always assumed that it would have left a scar, and though you couldn't be sure that your new classmate was your soulmate, something clicked when you first locked eyes. It just felt right. You knew this had to be it.

Although, his father is the number 2 hero. What kind of a hero would do that to their own child? Though sick, it would explain the training, and possibly even the slight unease you had always felt with Endeavor, as if your instincts knew exactly what he was doing behind closed doors.

You decided not to immediately confront the situation, Todoroki didn't exactly seem like one for social interaction, more like someone who needs to warm up to people over time. You had bigger things to worry about on your first day of hero school anyways.

Despite choosing to prioritize other things, your suspicions were confirmed when training began. Todoroki was one of the most powerful in the class, and it took a little while to see him actually get hurt in class training, but when you did and felt it as well you weren't exactly surprised. What really broke your heart was when you felt the evidence that he was still training outside of school.

You made an effort to befriend Todoroki, you hadn't known him for very long but you could tell that you should wait to tell him how exactly you two were connected, you barely knew each other. He was terribly stoic, no doubt a result of the childhood you knew had to have been rough, and didn't seem to make friends easily.

You, however, managed to break through his barriers and over time became closer and closer to him. You found yourself slowly falling for your soulmate, though you still didn't know how to breech the subject with him.

The nature of your quirk made it easy to avoid injury, you could teleport away from anything coming at you. Your training made you able to do it quickly and you had built up your stamina as well. It wasn't like you never got hurt during training, but it wasn't exactly a common occurrence.

Todoroki hadn't personally seen you get hurt, thus never making the connection that you were his soulmate. You felt slightly guilty that you knew all this time without telling him, but couldn't bring yourself to have that conversation. You were scared of ruining the relationship the two of you already had.

It wasn't until almost halfway through the year that you finally sustained an injury in front of Todoroki. You were paired up against Bakugou for a training exercise and he had you teleporting around until you were near fainting. This fight was one of the longest you'd ever fought, and with the amount of times you had to jump around it was really testing your stamina.

You began to grow weaker and weaker throughout the battle, your reaction time slowing down to the point where an explosion managed to scathe your arm, leaving a painful mark on your skin.

Todoroki, who was watching your fight, froze when he registered that the pain he's now feeling on his arm was in the exact same place he just saw you get hurt. He almost never felt any pain coming from his soulmate, he would've suspected that he didn't have one if it weren't for the occasional papercut or bruise.

Over these past months of getting to know you and get close to you Todoroki found himself developing a bit of a crush. He knew in a world of soulmates having a crush was useless, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He secretly dreamed about you being his soulmate, hoping that luck was on his side and the one he was destined to be with was the one he admired so.

Finding out you were his soulmate was quite possibly the best thing that's ever happened to him, the realization that his dreams have come true was euphoric. He was watching your fight continue with wide eyes and an extreme adoration for his newfound soulmate.

He was so distracted that he almost didn't notice you finally collapse to the ground in an unconscious heap. Almost.

Worry pulsed through his veins as he not only saw, but felt you hit the ground. He barely registered Bakugou being declared the winner as he watched you being carried to Recovery Girl. He stayed frozen a few more moments before rushing to the infirmary to be there when you regained consciousness.

As he sat in a chair by your bed waiting for you to wake up he pondered the situation at hand. He remembered all the times he'd gotten hurt throughout his life, swearing to himself that he would apologize for putting you through that as soon as you woke up.

He was sure you'd seen him get hurt before, and on top of that he had evidence of the worst injury of his life right on his face, you had to have noticed, you had to have known. But if you knew why didn't you say anything? Did you not want your soulmate to be him? Did you resent him for all the pain you felt from him?

It took quite a while for you to awaken, unsurprising considering how exhausted you were before you passed out. When you did wake up the sun was starting to set outside the tall window to your right and you noticed Todoroki asleep in a chair beside the bed you were laying in. A soft smile appeared on your face as you admired your peacefully slumbering soulmate.

In order to let him sleep as long as possible you got up to seek recovery girl and get dismissed to the dorms. She let you know you were free to go before leaving herself, trusting you and Todoroki to get yourselves back to Heights Alliance on your own.

You walked back over to where he was sat and gently shook him awake. When his eyes opened and landed on you they immediately widened before he sprung up and wrapped you in a bear hug, arms tight around you.

"T-Todoroki-kun?"

"You knew didn't you?" He mumbled into your shoulder.

You stiffened, and it didn't go unnoticed by your soulmate. "Knew what?"

He chose to ignore your question, taking your stiffening as a sign that you knew exactly what he was talking about, "Why didn't you tell me?"

You wrapped your arms back around him with a sigh. "I figured it out within the first week of school when we barely even know each other. Then once we became close I didn't want to ruin it."

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before pulling back to look at you. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You asked, your brow knit in confusion.

"For causing you all that pain."

Your expression softened and you unwrapped one of your arms from him to reach up and caress his cheek. "Don't apologize for things that aren't your fault." your voice was barely a whisper.

He pressed his forehead against yours. "Can I kiss you?" You gave a slight nod before feeling soft lips press against yours in a gentle kiss. The both of you smiled into the kiss, happy that out of all the people in the world, the universe paired you with each other.

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“Imprisonment” Yan!Jolyne x female reader

This blog was in dire need of some wlw content. In that sense, I hope you had a happy pride month and enjoy this piece! 

Summary: You are the target of many inmates in Green Dolphin. That changes when Jolyne becomes your cellmate, for the better or worse. 

TW: toxic relationship, prison, bullying, violence, insults, threats, slight gore (ear mutilation), noncon kiss, allusions to NSFW, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

Word count: 2853

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life. 

„Get your ass moving, girl!”

You truly hated it here. A day spent at Green Dolphin felt like being ten years in hell. The queue in the prison cafeteria moved forward quickly, since everyone got the same horrible food. As you hadn’t reacted fast enough, you’d received rude comments. At this point, you didn’t care about the insults anymore. You were used to them, you had no affiliation with anyone here, meaning the other inmates saw you as fair game. In addition to your nature as a pushover, you weren’t surprised to be the target of many prisoner’s sadistic streak.

You took your tray containing your lunch – a portion of rather questionable meat and some mashed potatoes – and went to your solitary table. A blissful sigh escaped your lips when you finally were alone in your corner. No, worse than any insults or solitude were the threats, hidden under fake smiles. Not a single day went without them. You always were forced to do ‘voluntary tasks’ for the designated mean girls of Green Dolphin or ‘lend’ them money. It was humiliating, really, but you didn’t want to end up beaten to death in your cell, so you followed their instructions.

Once you completed the laundry task, you decided to spend the rest of the afternoon in the library, hoping to find an interesting enough book to teleport you away for a couple hours from your harsh reality. You settled into the couch with a novel in your hands, enjoying this slight moment of calmness. Your peace was short-lived though as a blonde woman approached you, a saccharine smile plastered on her face. Oh no, you knew where this would go.

“Hi! How are you doing today?”, she greeted you with a fake happiness swinging in her tone.

“Fine”, you mumbled quietly, not being able to assert yourself.

“I’m glad to hear that!,” she replied, though you knew she didn’t give a shit about your well-being, “Look, I’m so sorry to bother you again, but could you give me ten dollars? I need them for something very important and you’ll get them back in no time!” She batted her eyelashes at you, seemingly coming across as innocent.

“I would, but I forgot the money in my cell”, you countered, trying to come up with an excuse.

“Then stand up and get it.” Her voice had already shifted into a menacing tone, eyes gleaming like a predator.

“I don’t know if I-“

“Y/N, that was your name, right? Well, if you don’t get me my money, our friendship will be ruined and you’re aware of the consequences of that, aren’t you?”, your fellow inmate replied while pulling you by the collar of your uniform up from the couch.

“Right…,” you whispered, accepting your defeat, “I’ll get it for you.”

“Awesome!,” the blonde chirped, all sunshine and rainbows again, “I’ll wait for you here,  just don’t take too long.”

That was how your life went. You didn’t complain too much, you knew it could be way worse than that. And it wasn’t as if you had much of a choice to change it anyway. You weren’t going to be released from prison in the next twenty five years. “So just accept it and move on, day by day”, you mused, repeating that thought every day.

Your life took a turn, however, when a new inmate joined Green Dolphin. She was a young woman around your age, dark buns adorning her head and a green fringe framing her face. You had been spared from a cellmate, but that all changed now, as she was your new roomie. “Great,” you thought bitterly, “now my last bit of peace has been stolen from me.”

She introduced herself as Jolyne Kujo. Jolyne seemed to be still quite naïve when it came to prison life, claiming she’d been conned and that her lawyer would certainly take her out from there. “It’s time to face the fact that no one cares if you’re here for a valid reason or not, trust me, I know it from experience”, you thought, though you didn’t dare voice that to her.

She actually turned out to be nice. And with that, you meant that she respected your private space and didn’t threaten you. In exchange, you offered her some advice on who to avoid in jail, which the woman gladly accepted.

At first, the change was barely noticeable. Jolyne kept herself quiet except for the occasional small talk in your cell or during a shared task. Instead, she chose to lounge around two other inmates you hardly knew, one with dark braids and the other with a weird-looking green cap. You were glad to see that at least she formed a group, being able to protect herself now better from potential harassers if needed.

Of course you were still exposed to them. You made your way to the shower as a woman with broad muscles approached you, face turned into a dark grimace. By her build and expression, you’d first assumed she was a guard until you’d noticed the familiar uniform.

“You there!”, she shouted at you, a finger pointing menacingly at you as she came closer, “Give me your money, now!”

You cowered back into the corner of the shower room, panic flooding your system. “I’m sorry,” you stuttered, “I don’t have anything on me, I can give it to you after-“

“Don’t fucking play with me, bitch”, she brutely interjected, nostrils flaring up angrily due to exhaling. Your aggressor stood now in front of you, a strong hand wrapping itself around your throat and threatening to cut off your airflow. She yanked you up in the air as she continued her assault. “You think you can pick and choose? Does this place look like fucking Disneyland to you? You better give me my money now if you don’t wanna end up choking water and being beaten up like the dirty street mutt you are.” You were already flinching when the prisoner raised her fist to punch your face as a voice suddenly interrupted you.

“I think that’s enough”, Jolyne said in a firm tone, a fierce expression marking her face.

“And who the hell are you? Wanna join your little friend here?”, your tormentor commented, unimpressed by your cellmate’s entrance.

“Big words for someone who’ll soon be nothing but a bloody pulp”, Jolyne answered, not faltering under the inmate’s glare.

Your harasser proceeded to laugh out loud at her words, obviously not taking her seriously. She dropped you unceremoniously as she shifted all her attention to your saviour instead. Desperately, you panted for air, your hands moving to your hurting throat. You remained in your corner as you observed the scene unfolding in front of you.

“As if you weakling could do anything against me,” your tantaliser spit out, still chuckling at Jolyne’s words, “I’d kill you with my pinky finger.”

Jolyne remained strangely calm, choosing to smile at the threat. “We’ll see about that”, was the only thing she uttered before she lunged at her with incredible speed.  Clearly, you weren’t the only one surprised as the inmate’s eyes widened as well. Jolyne turned the bully’s bewilderment into her advantage, her fist immediately connecting with the inmate’s nose. The latter let out a shrill scream, blood dripping out of her nostril. Clearly, she didn’t expect your roommate to do any real damage, let alone break her nose.

Jolyne shook the hand she punched her with, her knuckles reddened and slightly torn open from the assault. You kept staring at both of them, petrified and unsure about what to do now. 

“I’ll kill you for that, you bitch,” your aggressor barked out angrily, “and your little friend will pay, too.”

You started trembling at the thought of her hand around your neck again. 

“I’ll look for a guard, Jolyne”, you eventually said, the fear barely hidden in your voice. You decided this was enough and someone had to put an end to this. 

“Stay here”, your cellmate replied authoritatively. For the first time, you were actually scared of her. “I’ll teach this woman that she needs to face consequences for her actions.”

With these words, Jolyne placed her fingers on your tormentor’s right ear. You wondered what she’d do next when a sudden yell disrupted your thoughts. The inmate’s cry was far worse than the previous one, emitting all of her pain and agony. You could hardly listen to it. 

Then, with great horror, you finally noticed it. Her ear shell laid on the floor, blood coating the cut off organ. Your gaze travelled to Jolyne, waiting for an explanation to your unvoiced question, though she kept her eyes fixated on the prisoner’s pain-ridden face. 

“You won’t touch Y/N or me ever again, did I make myself clear?”, she asked, her voice coated with barely concealed anger. Your bully only gave out a whimper, but the answer seemed to satisfy Jolyne. “Good. Now, if you see any guards, you keep our names out of your mouth, unless you want to lose another body part.”

The following weeks, Jolyne had become overly protective. She clung to you like a lost child, afraid that you’d be hurt or threatened again without her presence. You didn’t know if you should be grateful or terrified for her protection. 

You’d asked her how she’d been able to cut that one prisoner’s ear off, but her explanation had been more confusing than enlightening. She’d talked about a Stand ability and how only so-called Stand users could see and wield it, but nothing made sense to you. You started to believe she’d just lost her mind. 

Jolyne had also introduced you to her friend group. Ermes and Foo Fighters seemed nice enough, though they behaved in the same weird manner as your cellmate did. You felt awkward in their presence, not knowing why you were even there in the first place. 

In the end, you decided to be thankful. With Jolyne and her friends by your side, no one bullied you anymore. And if your peace meant to spend some time with your cellmate, that was a small price to pay, right? 

~

You didn’t notice the pair of chartreuse eyes observing every bit of your sleeping form. You never did. 

Jolyne had been looking at you for many nights. This time, it wasn’t an exception. She tentatively brushed her hand over your cheek, marvelling at your slight reaction as you furrowed your brows at the touch. 

“You’re really cute Y/N, do you know that?”, she whispered to you. Of course you were unable to answer. 

Jolyne had been unusually shy around you. She was well aware of the fact that after her act of violence, you felt uncomfortable around her, possibly even scared. She tried so so hard to make you see that she was only protecting you! In fact, the young woman wondered how you could have even survived in Green Dolphin before her arrival. 

She had a hard time picturing your life without her in it. At first, she’d been furious and crushed at the revelation that her ex-boyfriend had purposefully framed her for a crime she hadn’t committed. She had loved Romeo, so naturally, her heart had been broken. 

But then, you entered her life. She saw now why she needed to be here. Who else could protect you, love you, like Jolyne? You were everything she had ever wanted. 

Lovingly, she placed a small kiss on your cheek. You stirred slightly from the feathery peck. Nevertheless, you continued your slumber. Jolyne wished she could touch you more deliberately, more intensely. She’d grown tired of this little hiding game. The prisoner didn’t want to secretly let your brush run through her hair anymore, imagining it were your fingers instead or coo at you when you were sleeping. No, she wanted to feel you, to be touched and loved by you. 

Sure, you might feel uncomfortable around her, but that was only because you didn’t see how much she cherished you. Maybe it was time to be bolder around you. 

~ 

“Hey Y/N, could you give me my toothbrush, please?”

“Sure”, you replied casually as you handed the desired object over to her. 

“Thanks, you truly are the sweetest.”

Your face heated up at her flirtatious tone. “She definitely didn’t mean it in that way”, you thought to calm your nerves. 

“You still don’t want to join me showering? I’d hate for you to get attacked again”, your cellmate asked you, concern swinging in her voice. 

“I’m good,” you mumbled, “I’ll just go next morning. And I doubt anyone’s gonna threaten me again after your lesson.” The thought of Jolyne mutilating another inmate terrified you, no matter how much your former aggressor deserved it. 

“Come on, you’re just afraid to see me naked,” Jolyne teased while giving you a toothy grin, “it’s alright, you can tell me. I don’t mind.” 

You didn’t think you could get more flustered. “That’s not it!”, you countered hastily, “I mean not that you're not a beautiful woman or anything, it’s just that…”

Jolyne stopped listening and straightened her back. You thought she was beautiful? Was this finally the moment she’d been waiting for? A dreamy expression marked her bright eyes. 

“You think we could be a thing?”, Jolyne interjected your rambling.

“What?!”, you stuttered, unsure if you heard her correctly. 

“I mean, I do really like you.” Suddenly, she stood up from her bed and moved over to you. You stared at her big-eyed, still not knowing what was going on. A hand came resting on your cheek as her gaze was locked on you. “Who am I kidding? I’m totally in love with you.” She softly traced her fingers over your skin, sending a chill down your spine. 

“Jolyne”, you whispered quietly. You had no clue how to handle the situation, images of her brutal side flashing up in your mind again. You gulped harshly. “I didn’t know you felt this way, I thought we were friends.”

“We are friends,” the young woman retorted, “we could just be more, you know?” Jolyne leaned into you, closing the space between you, as her lips landed on yours. She kissed you with gentleness and care, as if you were made of glass. When you felt her teeth slightly tugging at your bottom lip, begging for more, you eventually snapped out of your surprise and pushed her away from you. 

“What was that?”, you asked her out of breath, unable to conceal your anger. 

“I’ve kissed you, silly.”

“I’ve just told you that I’m not interested in a relationship!”

Ah yes. That must have been when Jolyne had blended you out in favour of marvelling at your compliment. 

“I think you should think about that again”, your cellmate replied, a dark edge manifesting in her voice. 

“And why is that? Do you want to cut my ear off too?”, you asked, your iritateness making you feel reckless. 

Jolyne huffed at your comment. She did that for you! 

“At least you could be grateful for what I did,” she spit out, “but no, I’d never hurt you. I can’t guarantee the same thing about the other inmates though.”

You immediately caught onto the threat. Your anger easily transformed into fear again as you realised what impact your words had on the woman in front of you. When Jolyne noticed you wouldn’t counter, she put her hand on your body again, this time deciding to let it travel up and down your arm. 

“If you keep saying mean things to me,” she said, her voice still sounding menacing despite her gentle hand movement, “I might just not talk to you anymore. Once the others see that we’re not hanging out anymore, they’ll just change their mind and choose you as their target again. And what do you do without my protection? You don’t want to be their punching bag again, do you, hm?” 

“No”, you managed to utter silently, eyes cast onto the floor. 

“Look sweetheart, I can make an exception for today. I’ll forget your behaviour and you reciprocate, right? Unless you want to go back to your initial position.”

“No!”, you answered a bit too fast, your eyes looking at her face again. You could only imagine what the inmate with the mutilated ear would do to you… “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Jolyne took hold of chin, ensuring that your eyes were still trained at her. Then, she kissed you again. Despite your feelings, you gave in, much to her pleasure. When she eventually removed her lips from yours, she shot you another love-struck gaze. 

You knew your life in Green Dolphin had been shitty before Jolyne, but now you only felt what it meant to be truly imprisoned. 

“I’m glad to hear that, honey,” the young woman said with a bedazzling smile on her face, “I’d suggest we finally take a shower, after all I can’t wait to see everything of my darling.” 

Her grin gained a sinister note. 

“And we’ll see how the night goes after that.”