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Meeting The Lieutenant

Soap Mactavish x Fem! Reader

Summary: After Ghost getting hurt on a mission and it was Soap's fault, he feels very guilty about it, almost to a point where he feels he needs to do something about it to earn Ghost's forgiveness. Soap convinces Ghost to come to his home, where you are, and you get to meet the famous Lt.

Category: Fluff, SFW, Angst, Pre-Established Relationship, Mentions Of Ghost, Captain Price, and Gaz, Mentions of Injury

Requested By: @dnarez

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Soap was pacing back and forth in front of Price's office, wondering if Price would be pissed off. He felt guilty for putting Ghost at risk,knowing what the consequences would have been if it had been worse. His mind wandered off and he tried to think of anyway that he could make it up to Ghost. He felt so bad for it. He cares a lot about Ghost and wouldn't ever want something like this to happen again. Gaz saw Soap pacing back and forth, waiting for Price to call him in. Gaz walked over to Soap and touched his shoulder, making Soap stop in his tracks. "Hey, you all good, mate? I heard what happened", Gaz said, looking directly at Soap with a worried face. "Hey, mate. No, I'm not okay. I'm scared of what Price is gonna say. I have to find a way to apologise to Ghost because I shouldn't have done what I did", Soap said, feeling guilty and disappointed in himself. "Hey, you need to breathe. Ghost is alive and he will be fine. Price might just give you a talking to and probably just send Ghost home til he's better. If anything, I'll be here", Gaz said, with a small smile. Soap sighed in relief and said,"Thanks,mate". Gaz nodded before fisting bumping with Soap and leaving. Soap watched Gaz leave and then Price opened up the door, calling Soap into his office. He walked in.

"Ghost was injured pretty bad out there, he's going to have to take time off to recover before heading back out on the field. This could have been worse if you didn't turn around to save his life, Sergeant Mactavish", Price said, looking down at a piece of paper. "I can offer him my place until he's better. He will be taken care of there. I apologise, sir. It won't happen again", Soap said, speaking clearly. "Good. I can't afford to lose Simon. He's one of the best. You and Ghost are on leave until further notice. I expect updates until further notice", Price said, looking directly at Soap. Soap nodded and walked out of the room. He walked into his condors, and called you.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bonnie. Do you remember my Lieutenant Ghost that I told you about a little while ago?"

"Hey, baby! Yeah, I remember him. Why? What's going on?"

"Well, we are on a mission to capture a guy who was giving out information and I got Ghost hurt. I feel so fucking guilty about it and now I gotta figure out a way for him to forgive me. Price is putting me and Ghost on leave until further notice and expects updates to see how he is doing and I said I'd take him to our place, that way he'd have help"

"Oh, ok. So I'd be meeting Ghost. I'm nervous about meeting him"

"He knows of you. I've spoken about you before and he knows what you look like. Just give him some time to warm up to you and he'll be fine with you. I gotta go, lass. Price is having me get Ghost and drive to our home. I'll see you soon. I love you, Bonnie"

"Oh ok. See you soon. I love you too, baby"

-Time lapse-

Sometime had passed, as Soap and Ghost arrived at your home. Soap had Ghost lay down in the spare bedroom. "Lt, this is Y/N. I talked to you about her before and showed you pictures of her, remember", Soap said, with a soft smile next to you. You stared at Ghost, as his large, muscular figure looked over at you. "H..Hi Ghost. It's nice to finally meet you. Heard great things about you", you said with a small smile putting your hand out to shake it. He kept his eyes on you and shook your hand. "Hello Y/N, it's nice to meet you as well", Ghost said. You nodded and smiled softly. "Oh love, I gotta go back to preparing dinner. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen. You as well, Ghost", You said, kissing Soap's cheek. Soap smiled before you left then sat down next to Ghost, who was prepping his leg up, and trying to wrap his arms where he had gotten cut. Soap could tell he was struggling to wrap his arms so he decided to help him out. Ghost didn't say anything but allowed him to help. "Ghost, look, I'm sorry about what happened out there. I could've done something different and instead I put you at risk. I feel guilty for it and-,"Soap said. "You don't need to apologise. I'm not dead, just a few injuries. Don't blame yourself for something that was out of your control",Ghost said. Soap nodded and sighed in relief. Minutes later, Soap came out of Ghost's room, and found you finishing up cutting up chicken and a few vegetables. You were turned towards the sink, where you were washing your hands and you felt Soap come up from behind you and hold you by your waist. You giggled lightly, turning towards him. You could tell he still felt some sort of guilt for it. "I overheard what you two were talking about. I don't want you to blame yourself for something that was out of control. He's alive, might have a few injuries but he's alive. Don't beat yourself up for this. I think he forgives you", You said, cupping the side of his cheek and trying your best to reassure him. "I know that. You're right about him being alive. Thank you, Bonnie for reassuring me as well. I appreciate you, a lot", Soap said, cupping the side of your cheek and caressing it. "Anytime", you said, with a small smile and laugh. He laughed too and smiled before kissing you passionately. Your hands touched his jawline and kissed him back. He hummed lightly, loving the feeling that you were here in his arms. He pulled away from the kiss and kissed your forehead. "You want some help here?", Soap said. "Uhm.. maybe start boiling the water for the pasta and start cooking the chicken. I still got a few vegetables to cut up", you said. Soap nodded and did as such. Later that night, Soap felt more relief knowing Ghost had forgave him for his actions and knowing you were there as his girlfriend but as his support when he needed it.

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Brotherly Love Pt.8

Summary: You have finally been introduced to the famous Wayne Galas, and Damian finally says what you've wanted to hear for months.

Warnings: Crowded space.

This is a long chapter, and sadly, the final one. I will be posting short stories about this series, ones that you can interact with! So, just because this is the final chapter doesn't mean it's the end. Series Masterlist

~☆~

You stood in front of a long mirror, staring at the outfit you were wearing.

"Marvelous, Master/Miss Y/N." Alfred complemented you.

"Thank you, Alfred."

"Master Jason is here." He informed you.

"Jason? I didn't even know he was coming."

"He wanted to suprise you." The older man spoke. You followed him out of your room and downstairs to the main lobby, where Jason was wearing a suit and typing away at his phone. Not too long after everything with Arkin went down, you and Jason sat down to get some things off of your chests. The conversation that the two of you shared that night only made you even closer, if that was even possible.

"Master Jason." Alfred spoke, causing Jason to finally look at you. He let a smile fall onto his face as he put his phone in his pocket. He offered you a hand, waiting for you to accept.

"You look..." Jason started, "Great, I'm not good at this. I'm sorry." He sighed.

You let out a breathy laugh at his words. "You don't look too bad either." You spoke, interlocking your arm with his own.

Jason smiled down at you again, which you reciprocated.

"Well, we should get going." Jason mumbled.

"Have fun you two." Alfred chuckled, already opening the doors for you.

"Bye, Alfred!" The both of you spoke in sync, walking down the steps and onto the driveway. Jason was using one of Bruce's cars so that two of you could ride together. He let his arm untangle from your own, and he reached out for the door handle, opening the door for you. You whispered out a quick 'thank you' as he closed the door and ran to the driver's side. Jason waited for you to strap yourself in fully before he twisted the keys in the ignition. The two of you sat in silence, thinking about what you were about to drive to, Bruce and your brothers had given you a vague explanation of what to expect.

"Are you excited?" Jason asked.

"No."

"Me neither, kid."

~☆~

There were cars parked everywhere, and people walking around in expensive clothes. Cameras were going off, and people were yelling. Jason opened your door up for you and immediately hugged you to his body. He remembers the first time he went to a public event with Bruce. Your arms clung to his waist as he tried to get you inside as fast as possible, the mellifluous music getting louder the closer you got.

All of the yelling and camera shutters had stopped as you and Jason walked into the building that everyone was in. It was far more calmer in here.

"You okay?" Jason asked, lightening his grip on you.

You looked up at him before whispering out a "yeah."

The two of you walked to the back of the room, away from people who were walking in and talking to others. On your way over, you made eye contact with Tim, who was talking to Kon and a redheaded boy, you seen him whispered to someone else, then point to you.

You turned away from the boys and continued to follow Jason to where he was taking you. You could hear footsteps behind you but paid no mind. There were a lot of people here.

"Y/N!" A voice called put for you. Both you and Jason stopped to see who it was. Jon came into view, his black hair flopping as he jogged over to you.

"Hello, Jon." You greeted with a small smile.

"Hi, Y/N." He whispered, smiling wider the closer he got. "Jason." He acknowledged, looking up at your brother, who just nodded his head at the younger boy.

"May I join the two of you?" Jon asked, watching your faces. Jason looked down at you and gave a quick nod and a smile before you offered Jon your other arm, the one that wasn't intertwined with Jasons. You looked back at Tim, who was now talking with a blonde haired boy, not paying any mind to the other people around him.

The three of you walked together, making light conversation to catch up from the short time since you had all seen each other. So far, Jason and Tim were the only brothers of yours that you had seen. Your father, Dick, and Damian were nowhere to be found. Or so you thought, Bruce and Dick were actually at the front of the room conversing with almost everyone in the room. It was Damian who was actually missing. Jason excused himself so that he could go get a drink, leaving you and Jon to entertain yourselves.

"Are you thinking about joining your 'family business'?" Jon asked, trying not to seem suspicious to the people around you.

"Do you mean vigilante or assassin?" You whispered under your breath, knowing that Jon was the only one with good enough ears to be able to hear you. The boy let out a short laugh at your words, causing you to let out a small smile. "Like Mr. Wayne and your brothers." He corrected himself.

"I don't know yet, also you don't have to call him 'Mr. Wayne'." You told him.

"I know, but ma and pops told me it's the polite thing to do." He whispered, almost embarrassed to be talking about his mother and father to you. Your eyes softened at his words. Family. A normal, loving family. Jon sensed your change in attitude and looked at you concerned, "Are you oka-" He was going to ask before he was interrupted by another voice. "Excuse me."

You and Jon turned to look at the person, familiar green eyes and dark hair greeted you, Damian.

"I would like to borrow Y/N." He spoke, eyeing Jon.

"Yeah, of course." Jon stammered, starting to walk away before Damian grabbed your arm and walked off. He continued to drag you into an unoccupied hallway, far enough from everyone else. He quickly dropped your arm and paced around the small space, hands running through his freshly cut hair, causing it to become unruly.

"Whats going o-" you spoke, but Damian quickly cut you off.

"Don't speak." He told you, causing you to scoff and cross your arms, "Not yet." He muttered.

You watched as he continued to mutter under his breath, walked around, and ran his hands over his face. Just as you were about to turn and leave, he spoke, "Y/N, please." He whispered, trying to get you to stay. You stared at him curiously, trying to figure out what was going on.

"I don't know how to say this." Damian told you, "I just can't word this properly, and when I do, I just can't say it." He rushed.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." He apologized, catching you off guard.

"I am so, so sorry." He took in a deep breath, "You know i didnt-" You cut him off.

"You still hurt me, so I don't forgive you for yelling at me." You whispered, watching his face closely. The two of you sat in silence, listening to the muffled music and people talking, neither of you knew what to say.

"What made you apologize?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"You hanging out with Todd-" Damian started before you cut him off again. "You're only apologizing because you're jealous?"

"No- well... Yes, because you're my sibling, I should be the one doing things with you." Damian told you.

"He's our brother." You whispered.

"I know you think that, I am so overwhelmed by all of this." He interrupted himself to take in a deep breath. "You accepted them right away, but I am still trying to get ahold of things. He confessed.

You stood there, shocked by his words. "Why didn't you tell me?" You asked.

"I thought i could distract myself with being Robin." He explained, reaching a hand out to rest on your elbows. "I'm sorry." .

You nodded your head and bit at your bottom lip, rapidly blinking your eyes as tears rose.

"I hate you." You giggled out a wet laugh.

"I know." Damian whispered, slightly smiling at you.

"Would you like to be a loner with me, Jason, and Jon?" You asked him.

"Sounds wonderful."

~☆~

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[dnarez]

Heyoooo, omg I love your writing so much!!!! I never read a Soap fanfic B4, and now I'm addicted!!!

Could I please request an xreader with Ghost getting hurt on the job and it being Soap's fault, he feels very guilty and convinces Ghost in going back to his home, where you are, and now you meet the famous Lt. for the first time.

(just to make it clear, I want more soapxreader, pretty please)

Hiiii! OMG thank you so much !!! I can definitely try my best and give you something to look forward too ❤️

#so happy #omg #yeeeeeeeeeeeeah!!!!

[dnarez]

I'm a writer and a reader,

I understand the frustration of waiting for the next part of a series

And I understand not wanting to write it yet or not having motivation or Ideas for the series.

So yeah I'm mad but I get it 😤

[dnarez]

I'm probably gonna lose followers for this, but at least read this and hear me out first:

IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO PURCHASE HOGWARTS LEGACY BECAUSE OF THE TERF'S WORDS AND ACTIONS, THAT IS COMPLETELY VALID AND YOUR RIGHT TO DO SO.

On the other hand,

It is NOT valid and NOT your right to harass and bully others and accuse them of being antisemetic and transphobic because they choose to buy and purchase the game.

Reasons why:

The vast majority of people playing the game or waiting to buy the game are also opposed to The Terf's actions and words.

"But Alex, if they disagree, why are they buying the game?"

Because Portkey Games and Warner Brothers have distanced themselves as far away from The Terf as legally possible. The only thing she's had to do with the game is she owns the IP. (For those not in the know, her depiction was chosen for a painting of Wendelin the Weird, ya know, the witch who used a tickling charm on the fire and got her rocks off to being burned alive? So there is a painting of The Terf being burned at the stake, just putting that out there.)

Because, whether you like it or not, that game has had so much love and effort placed into it by hardworking artists, programmers, coders, composers, and actors have worked for YEARS on this game, working overtime and through weekends. They get, collectively, a much bigger chunk of the royalties than The Terf, and they deserve it. Tumblr's supposed to be all about supporting and paying artists, right? Well, they're artists, too.

Because actors who worked on the movies have spoken out and said "hey, we don't agree with her, we're as pissed as you are on this."

JUST BECAUSE THE OWNER OF AN IP IS A TERRIBLE PERSON DOES NOT MEAN THAT EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT IS BAD IN THAT SAME WAY.

Many streamers are reversing the damage The Terf has caused by donating superchat proceeds to trans-oriented charities and causes, and have raised, so far, hundreds of thousands of dollars.

MANY people in the trans community genuinely don't give a single shit if you buy the game or not.

Many of those same people in the trans community are also playing the game or are waiting to purchase the game.

Because there's the grown-up, reasonably sound, logic-oriented, much more effective and mature concept of separating art from the artist.

2. People deal with disappointment and anger in different ways. Some people may choose not to buy the game, others may choose to make a website that tracks when twitch streamers play the game so people can go harass and send mass hate to the twitch streamer, ie cyberbullying, others choose to sail the seven seas, and others choose to just write fanfiction and take the privilege of canon away from the writer.

IF YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT ANYONE WHO PLAYS HOGWARTS LEGACY IS A TRANSPHOBE

HERE is a handy-dandy list of products, items, media, and other things you shouldn't have anything to do with, with the list of the creators of the items and what they did wrong!

1. Use Twitter, buy/own/ride in a Tesla, have any involvement with SpaceX: Elon Musk, another transphobe and a Problematic "let them eat cake" billionare.

2. Use Facebook, Instagram, or Whatsapp: Mark Zuckerberg, promotes censorship, mishandles private information and sells info of its users to third party entities.

3. Use any electricity in a house that is attached to an electric grid where the power is distributed through a singular power generator via hydroelectric dams, wind farms, solar panels, nuclear power, etc. Use incandescent lightbulbs (including those cute little fairy lights everyone likes), watch/create/participate in any sort of motion picture, be that TV show, movie, or video found online, listen to phonographs or vinyl records: Thomas Edison, credited for all these inventions and many more, but likely didn't, because he had a knack for stealing other people's ideas and calling them his own. Usually the people he was stealing from would be BiPOC or some other minority.

4. Ride, drive, or own a car that relies on gasoline as fuel, work a 9 to 5: Henry Ford, inventor of the gasoline powered car, started the 40 hour workweek: exploited his workers, pioneered unsafe conditions, contributed to mass pollution on a global scale, deforestation (he literally owned an entire city in the Amazon)

5. Reference, read, view, or joke about Cthulu, or participate in any media that may be considered Lovecraftian: H.P. Lovecraft, a MASSIVE racist.

6. Eat macaroni and cheese with pre-made macaroni noodles, (that is, any macaroni noodle you or someone else didn't make by hand, not with a machine), use a swivel chair, listen to his parts in Hamilton, live in America, use nickels or the rare $2 bill, reference the Declaration of Independence in ANY way: Thomas Jefferson. He not only owned slaves, but he gr00med one of his slaves, Sally Hemings to be his mistress and had SIX children with her. Sally was twelve years old.

Also, regarding the Goblin Rebellion, and Goblins in general

I have seen SO MANY references to how the game is about quelling a slave rebellion.

The truth of the matter is that goblins, in the Harry Potter universe, at least, were NEVER slaves, though there were attempts at enslaving them alongside house elves.

The Goblin Rebellion of 1883 was for goblins get fair representation and equal rights to wizards. They wanted to be able to use wand magic, they wanted a seat in the Wizengamot. Fair, but not as dramatic as the buzzword "slavery."

From what I understand, with the disclaimer that I haven't played the game or seen any streams longer than a 5 second tiktok, they may be resorting to terroristic means to spread their message. The object of the game is to STOP THE TERRORISM, and it really depends on player's choice whether they side with the goblins or not. The IRA may have had a just purpose, but at the end of the day, their bombs still killed people and ruined lives. Many families have been torn apart for that cause. You may agree with Ted Kazynski's cause, but not his methods.

And, any person versed in Harry Potter lore knows that the Goblin rebellions were eventually, at least partially, successful. This was not the first, last, or only Goblin Rebellion.

Also, keep in mind that the wizards in Harry Potter aren't universally good people. Even those who were anti-Voldemort in the main series held blood-purist tendencies. It looks like it's always been that way.

"BUT SHE MADE THE GOBLINS ANTI-SEMETIC! THEY'RE CHARICATURES OF JEWISH STEREOTYPES!"

For one, I think that says more about the person who sees the antisemitism than anything else. Literally, I've always been a Harry Potter fan, and never once have I ever connected the dots until some random hot take crossed my dashboard.

For two, goblins are, in the genre of fantasy, not pleasant creatures ranging from annoying nuisance to unpleasant potential threats.

In DnD fiction, they're described similar to Harry Potter goblins (though I distinctly remember a goblin in DHp2 looking more like an ewok than a goblin) in appearance--yet because DND is a TTRPG, and not always visible to players, you don't hear controversy about DnD goblins.

In Tolkien fiction, goblins and orcs are the same thing, and are literally quoted in the Hobbit as "cruel, wicked, and bad-hearted." They're also descendants of a race of elves that have gone bad (Elder Scrolls fans might recognize that, as it's a plot point used in Skyrim to explain the Falmer, another goblin-like race). Yet I don't recall there being any controversy about them, either.

There's also this thing where most of Tumblr references "their inner goblin," goblincore aesthetic being a thing, collecting rocks and pebbles and tiny shinies. Literally, I don't see how people can do that but yet think that it's only Harry Potter goblins that are anti-semetic?

And yet no one complains about how that might be anti-semetic.

TLDR, the goblins of the Harry Potter lore have the physical appearance of DND goblins with the characteristics of Tolkien goblins. If you think that's antisemetic, it's because you're putting it there.

Also, fun fact: the set for Gringotts, ya know, in the first movie where it shows the Star of David? Yeah, that was shot in Australia House on the Strand--the High Commision (embassy, pretty much) located in London. And the floors have the Star of David because they're inside a bigger COMMONWEALTH star, which is seven points. And Australia is TECHNICALLY for some stupid reason still part of the English Commonwealth (yikes, sorry my guys.) Literally a quick Google image search could clear that up.

"BUT WHAT ABOUT SIRONA RYAN? THE TRANS CHARACTER IN THE GAME?"

K, let's not pretend that the name scheme in the Harry Potter universe is really the greatest. We all know about Cho Chang, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Parvati and Padma Patil, etc. Prime examples of why, if you're going to include characters with names from different cultures, you should look into said culture before pulling a name out of your ass. Racist? Cho Chang's pushing it, but no, more like cultural ignorance.

But honestly, Sirona Ryan doesn't really count among that.

"But it's SIRona RYAN! Ryan is a masculine name and Sir is a masculine title! They're doing the same thing!"

🌈⭐️No.⭐️🌈

Sirona is an actual, feminine name, first off. It's the Celtic Goddess of healing. It's also a real name that real people have.

Ryan is an actual last name. Real people have the last name of Ryan. If you live in an English speaking country, you could probably find one fairly easily.

Literally I don't think it would have mattered what they named her. I honestly believe that if her name was like, Sophia McCallum or something, you guys would have just focused on her existence as a feeble attempt to rectify The Terf's damage.

Hot Take: I don't think any of this has to do with Terf-iness or antisemitism.

It's more a bunch of lost, hurt kids in rough spots that are upset that someone, likely someone who they used to look up to, author of a universe they used to enjoy, and are angry, and they don't know how to deal with that anger.

Hot Take: JK Rowling doesn't have as much power as some of you think she does.

A lot of people think that she's some all-powerful villain that puts all her money towards trans death camps and she tortures trans kids she kidnaps off the street for breakfast before bathing in their blood.

Fact is, she doesn't.

Fact is, she's just some washed up has-been with outdated opinions who has some catching up to do.

The legislatures and lawmakers who put anti-trans laws into effect don't look towards her. They don't need her to fuel a bigotry that's already there.

Instead, they follow that GOOD OLD confirmation bias, just like every human being out there.

If a Phobe wants to believe that trans people are dangerous, they look at dangerous trans people.

If a Tumblr user wants to believe that the Harry Potter franchise and everyone who has anything to do with it is bad, they look at the bad.

Fueling anger, spewing hatred towards one another isn't going to reverse the damage the Terf did.

What WILL reverse the damage and bring in a net positive is understanding and healing. Listening. Friendship. Openmindedness.

I'm angry at the Terf, too. I'm mad because she created a world that became my safe haven to escape to when I was living in a home that made the Dursleys look as loving as the Weasleys, and that became my inspiration to not only put an end to the abuse, but to lead a better life. And then the woman who created that safe haven for me turns out to be a Phobe!

I'm not transgender. I can't relate with body dysphoria and everything that comes with it. But I've never once seen that as a reason to be hateful towards people who are. I have a genderfluid sibling and a trans fiancé, one of my dearest friends from high school is nonbinary, and I have a cousin who is a trans male who was brave enough to come out to our, unfortunately, very phobic family. I am capable of loving and listening and living with you (literally it's the easiest thing in the world to just let people be, but unfortunately, phobes don't really get that), and I don't need to be transgender in order to realize that a lot of you are feeling angry and hurt, because how HORRIFIC would it be to be in that same situation I was in, plus being trans, and then the Terf speaks harm and damage to who you are? Like a wolf pulling a rabbit running for cover in their burrow, she snapped at you and said "You're not welcome here."

Well, fuck her. But ONLY her. You ARE welcome here. Don't burn down the warren because a wolf dragged you out of a burrow. Take the burrow AND the warren back, and fight the damn wolf.

That being said, YES, I am planning on buying the game when I get the money. Right now, until further notice, while I'm in school, my fiance is working and is the main baconbringer in our family. I get tuition stipends once every 3 courses that last seven weeks each (not counting any breaks between those three seven week classes.) This upcoming tuition stipend is going towards my new laptop (then back to our regularly scheduled Sims posts), and the remainder is going towards the wedding. (May 6th, 2023!)

My next tuition stipend after the wedding MIGHT change depending on if my fiance gets this job we're hoping he gets, but it is due to arrive sometime in September. I plan on buying Hogwarts Legacy then. (Tears of the Kingdom comes first, that's going to be my ONLY not-wedding-or-laptop purchase with this upcoming stipend.)

The job in question my fiance is hoping to get is an ISP, and we'll likely be upgrading our internet to whatever they offer because we have crappy old DSL that just--nah, I hate it.

IF he gets that job, and we upgrade our ISP, I will run a charity stream where the proceeds from that stream will go to a transgender-oriented charity (charity in question has to be researched into, if anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears.)

If we DO NOT upgrade our ISP, I will at least match the amount I paid for the game and donate that amount to the same charity.

If you've read all that, thank you for hearing me out. The choice is yours now. Do you choose to quell the flames against people who don't deserve the ire and hatred, and find better, more effective ways to help the trans community, or do you just fight anyway until you're empty and have nothing left to fight for, with a very unlikely probability that you've accomplished anything more than hurting yourself?

If you want to unfollow me, fine. Go for it, I don't care.

But you can't honestly call me transphobic or antisemetic or any of that without looking foolish, and if nothing else, it gives me a bit of a laugh.

I love you ALL, and I hope we all just move on and turn to a more productive cause.

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A reminder to anyone who was looking forward to and bought Hogwarts Legacy. Don't let anyone guilt or try to make you feel bad about it. Just have a good time. It's the Harry Potter game all the fans have wanted for a long time. The opinions, self righteous behavior, and weak half baked activism of these online people you don't even know do not matter, and as usual they take things too far. Take a breath and come back in a week. Theyll move on to the next "issue" and we will keep playing.

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Do you crave vanilla extract???

Yes

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I don't have a cat, but here's my doggy with a ball on her mouth

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Excuse me, I fucking loved that Bakugoxreader oneshot, and the tinny bit of angst with, but now that I took a sip I want more, much much more, so pretty please 🥺

Can any of you two make another oneshot full of angst and heartbreak, with a happy ending with Hawks or Dabi or Aizawa.

Just me and my extreme need to cry rn.

Dabi/Reader

Hello! I woke up, read you're request and have been working on it all day, its literally almost 1:30am. Truth is I'm not all that familiar with writing or reading for any of the characters you requested, but I did some soul searching and found some good inspiration for Dabi. I'm sorry if it's not as angsty as you had in mind, once I got the idea I really got on a roll and the ideas kept flowing. Also no crying :(

Anyway! Here you go!

Summary: You stumbled upon Dabi by accident, and by one risky choice you intertwined your fates. You both loved eachother company, but Dabi had always been vauge about his life. One day, you learn why, in the worst possible way. Can you forgive him?

Tags: Injuries, wound cleaning, life threatening situations, threats, angst, feelings of betrayal, bantering, reader is sarcastic, reader is gender neutral, fluff, love confessions, kissing

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

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It was a stormy night, and you had gotten off late from work. Thank fuck you had the sense to check the weather this morning before leaving. You would've been absolutely miserable if you had to walk in this downpour without an umbrella. 

You were almost to your apartment, about a block away when you heard it, a groan of pain coming from an alleyway. You froze on the spot as you turned to look down the dark stretch. Alarm bells started going off in your mind, nothing ever good comes from alleyways in the middle of the night. You were just asking to get mugged if you tried to involve yourself, just mind your own business and keep going. 

You turned to take another step but stopped. "Fuck…" A raspy voice hissed in pain. 

You sighed. Logically you should move on, just head back home. But for whatever reason, something in your gut told you to help. "For fucks sake." You muttered before stepping into the alley. The darkness enveloped your vision, you blinked and scanned around. A figure sat hunched against the wall, clutching their abdomen. 

You crouched down, holding the umbrella over the both of you. "Hey, you okay?" You ask. The person lifts their head, bright blue eyes meet your concerned stare. "You should get out of here." His voice was gruff, he winced and clutched his side again. You sighed and glanced around at the filthy crumpled brick walls of the dank alley. "Yeah, I know I should, but for some reason my moral compass kicked in. So let's get you to the hospital." 

He tensed and glanced away. "No. No hospitals. I'm fine, now get the hell out of here." You grit your teeth. No hospitals? If that's not a red flag then you don't know what is. Then again, he could be high on something, or maybe he committed a crime? Or perhaps he was just deathly afraid of hospitals.

You really, really should just go home. But what if he dies here in this alley cause you were too scared to do anything? Could you live with that in your conscience? 

With a huff you reach out your hand to him. "Fine, no hospitals. But at least let me help you in some way." He glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you an idiot?" 

"Yes." You deadpan, emphasizing your extended hand once again. "Now shut the hell up and take my hand before I regret being nice." 

He let out a low chuckle before reaching out and clasping his hand around yours. You ignore how rough and warm it is, hoisting him up with all of your strength. You forgo the umbrella, instead just shoving it in your bag so you'd have a free hand. 

You moved out of the alleyway, with the strange man. You glanced up at him, the street light giving you a proper look at his face. Your heart rate sped up once you saw the nasty scarring on his face. He glances at you, noticing your shocked expression. He gives you a lazy smirk. "Regretting your decision sweetheart?" 

You let out a huff and roll your eyes. "I regretted my decision the second I stepped into the alley way. Your face doesn't change anything, besides, ever heard of `don't judge a book by its cover?'" 

He let out a short chuckle as he watched your face return to its mildly annoyed look from before. 

You silently hoped, none of your neighbors saw you lugging a giant injured man into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and locked it before moving him to the couch. You toss a couple of blankets down before he sits, trying to minimize wet furniture as much as possible.

You set your bag down and slip off your slightly damp coat. You turn back towards him, he looks up at you expectantly. "I'm normally not like this on the first date but I'm gonna need you to strip." You say sarcastically. He actually lets out a full laugh this time. "Not a problem with me sweetheart. Though I'm in a lot of pain, could you do it for me?" A bark of laughter left your mouth and you tossed your coat onto the coffee table. "Sure thing mutt." You smirk at him and slide off his soaking trench coat. He snickers and tilts his head. "Mutt? Not a very loving pet name." You give him a slacked grin. "You smell like a wet dog." 

He starts to laugh but then stops. "Wait, I do?" 

You see the red splotch on his white shirt, you lift the hem up to his chest eyeing the wound. "Any other injuries besides this one?" You glance up at him, he seems uncomfortable. "Just a few scrapes and bruises." You nod and stand up. "Be right back." 

He watched you slip away into another room, he glanced down at his lower stomach. He sighs and pulls the shirt down, covering back up. He bounces his leg, listening to you rummage through a drawer in another room. He should probably just leave out your window, no need to get you caught up into the shit show that was his life. After a moment of debate with himself you came back into the room with a first aid kit. 

"Sorry, I was trying to figure out what supplies I needed, then I just said fuck it and brought the whole box." You set the box on the table and snapped it open. He watched you with a slight smile as you fumbled around with some gauze and a bottle of disinfectant. "You know what you're doing sweetheart?" 

You turn back around and crouch in front of him, lifting his shirt back up. "Medically? Or situationally? Cause if you're asking about the latter, no I don't. But I'm pretty decent with medical stuff."

He hissed slightly as you pressed a damp cloth against his wound. "You a doctor or something? A nurse?" You hum slightly and continue to gently clean his wound. "No, I watched Scrubs." 

He blinked and stared down at you in shock. You glanced up at him before a smirk creeped onto your face. "I'm fucking with you. My dad was a doctor, and I took a couple classes a couple years ago when I thought I wanted to go into the medical field."

He shook his head with a slight smile, you were so different to anyone else he's ever met. People either feared him, or didn't respect him. You? You didn't give a fuck, you were just here to help; and you were hilarious as well.

He glanced around your apartment as you placed a fresh gauze pad. "What made you decide to not not go into medicine?" 

You furrowed your brows as you started to undo some wraps. "Just decided it wasn't for me. The thought of people's lives depending on me makes me nauseous. Besides, there's other ways of helping people. Pops wasn't too happy with my decision though." You began wrapping his wound, rolling it across his scarred abdomen. Despite the discomfort of the injury he couldn't help but perk up at the mention of your father. "He didn't accept your decision?" 

You glanced up at him for a moment before sighing. "No. After my mom died he spiraled, became harsh towards me. The only reason I tried going into medicine was because that's what he wanted. After a while I got sick of it, I didn't want to follow in his footsteps. So I told him I dropped out of medical school. Didn't go well, as you could imagine." 

You finished wrapping his abdomen, before moving over to his arm where you had noticed a large cut. Scraps and bruises, yeah right. He grunted as you started to wipe off the blood. "What happened after that?" He asked.

"He kicked me out. I was 19, freshly dropped out and no job. I crashed on a lot of people's couches, alternating between my friends. Eventually I got my shit together, and I landed a solid job. I got this place, and now I'm doing classes again, this time though its at my own pace. And for the degree I want." 

You send him an apologetic look before pouring a little bit of peroxide on the cut. He groaned and clenched his fists, watching the cut fizz. "Sorry." You mumble, grabbing a clean pad. "It's fine… Sorry bout your dad, I know how it feels. My dad was a bastard too, a horrible person, and an even worse father." 

You nod sympathetically, putting a large bandage over the cut. "Yeah, shit fathers am I right?" You give him a tired smile and scan over his body for any more wounds. He lets out a breathy laugh. "You got a name, doc?" You huff at his teasing tone. "Don't call me doc, and yeah its Y/n. What's yours? Might as well acquaint myself with the man soaking my couch." 

He laughs loudly, eyes brightening as he stares down at you. "The name is Dabi."

+

That was six months ago. You might have thought you'd never see him again, but in fact it was the exact opposite. It was sporadically at first, he'd drop by to check in or because he was bored. Then after a while it became more frequent. Once a week, twice a week, and so on. Now you can't go a couple days without seeing him. 

Dabi grew on you, you weren't gonna lie. He became one of your closest friends, you talked to him about your day. Watched movies, played games, and so on. You two never went out in public, which was fine. You could tell he was self conscious about his burns, at least to some degree, even if he wouldn't admit it. You understood, people are cruel. The last thing he probably wants is to walk around in broad daylight to get gawked at. It wasn't a problem for you, you both still had fun in your apartment. You learned a lot about him, some of it felt vague, but then again from what he's talked about from his childhood you doubt he wants to reminisce about it. 

But truly, worst of all you think you might have fallen for him. It was stupid, he's just lonely like you are and wants a friend, theres no need to want more. So you just ignored it best you could, which– spoiler alert, wasn't good at all. In fact you sucked at it. Your heart felt like it was either going to stop or burst out of your chest whenever he got too close, or flirted, or when you would make eye contact for a little longer than perhaps normal friends do.

He lived quite literally rent free in your mind, whenever you were out you would see things that reminded you of him. Or you'd send him a picture of something cool you found. You'd even buy some of his favorite food when you knew he'd be dropping by that night. 

You were in deep, that was clear. But you had something nice going on, you weren't about to fuck it up with a crush.

You sighed and buttoned up your shirt, looking over yourself in the mirror. Your shift started in 30 minutes, and it took 2 minutes to get to the bus stop and then 15 minutes to get to your job. You were making good time. 

You headed out of your apartments, slinging your bag over your back as you pulled your phone out. 

A notification buzzed in and you saw a text from Dabi. 

Mutt

Hey sweetheart, I might be later than usual tonight, the guys said something about a big project today. Hope you have a good day at work ;)

You smiled softly, and typed back a quick reply. About 5 months ago Dabi said he found a new gig, a group that seemed promising. He was again, pretty vague on what they did. He said it wasn't exactly high paying but it was something that could help him achieve some goals. You were happy for him, you knew he had issues finding work and basically his life purpose. So as long as he was doing well and happy, you were happy. 

Your day dragged on like usual. Working at the bank wasn't the most thrilling, but you luckily had nice coworkers and a decent pay. Not to mention the bank you worked at was a little fancy, so at least your environment and benefits were great as well. You glanced up and checked out the small line of people behind the woman at the counter. You smile back at her after handing her an envelope of money. "Can I help you with anything else today ma'am?" You asked politely. 

"No that's a–"

"EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!" People started screaming and dropping to the ground. Your heart sped up tenfold as you reached under your counter discreetly to press the emergency button. You pressed it with a trembling finger as three people came up to to counter, you couldn't spot any weapon, but then again in this society people are their own weapons. 

A man in a black jumpsuit and mask leaded forward, his movements seemed twitchy. "Hey! This is a robbery, hand over the money yeah?!" You swallowed tightly and glanced at the other person next to him, a green lizard man grinned with what could only be described as malice. "You heard him kid, hand us the money and take us to the vault." He lifted his hand and razor sharp claws gleamed under the overhead light. You felt your hands tremble and you nodded, you walked out from the counter and led them down a hallway. Listening as two other people threatened the people on the ground, one going on about wanting to taste their blood. 

You felt like you were going to pass out. The adrenaline rushed through your veins, making your extremities tingle. You led the two robbers to the bank vault. You gestured weakly at it and tried to step away. The jumpsuit man grabbed your arm tightly. "NOT SO FAST! Haha, we need you to open the vault, yeah?" You felt a bead of sweat roll down your cheek. "H-Huh? I-I can't, I don't know the code–" 

He hunched over and screamed in frustration. "Don't piss me off kid! Just open the vault!" He turned to the side and spoke in a lower tone. "Maybe we should just kill them and blow the door?" He whips his head back, voice normal. "No, no, I can't get ahead of myself." You felt a whimper in your throat. Holy shit you were gonna die.

The lizard guy grabbed your shirt and slammed you against the wall roughly. "Open the fucking vault or I'll claw open your throat and reach down to yank out your heart? Got it?" You winced in pain. These guys were obviously idiots, what don't they get about you not having the damn code. "I'm just a fucking bank teller genius! I don't deal with the shit behind the scenes!" 

He growls and pulls back, slamming you into the wall again, raising his claws to your throat. "You little–"

"Spinner! Twice! I thought I told you morons to wait for me before you went in?" A dreadful feeling washes over you hearing that familiar deep voice. Oh god. 

"Eh? Dabi, you were taking too long and we got anxious!" The man in the suit spun around to look down the hallway. There he was, the very same guy you fell for, fcking robbing your bank with these losers. 

He tisks at the guy before looking over to you and the lizard guy whose claws were against your neck. Dabi's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. "Shit- Y/n? Spinner, fucking put them down." Spinner glances between you and Dabi, clearly confused. "Uh, you know them or something?" 

Dabi steps over and shoves Spinner away. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you right?" He grabbed your chin and angled your face to take a look at your neck. You scowl and slap his hand away. "Your lackeys shoved me against the wall and threatened to kill me." 

He sighed and reached for you again. "I'm sorry sweetheart I'll explain everything later." You step out of his reach, sending him a glare. "Don't bother." You turn and run down the side hallway, turning around the corner to leave out the emergency exit. 

Dabi watched you go, a dull pain in his heart. He was afraid of you finding out. He never wanted you too, but some part of him knew it was inevitable. It was stupid of him think he could keep things separate, he treated you like you were his own personal getaway. Once he stepped into your apartment, suddenly his troubles vanished. You were the one good thing in his life, and he didn't deserve you. He still had to try and fix this, if not for his sake then yours. You didn't deserve this.

+

The cops eventually showed up, and of course the villains were long gone. Thankfully there were minimal injuries at the end of the day. 

You rode the bus back to your stop. You were exhausted and sore, that fucking lizard messed you up pretty badly. All you wanted to do was get home, take a hot bath and decompress. 

Once you got back to your apartment you locked the door and the window that Dabi usually came in through before taking a warm bath to ease your back pain. 

Naturally, an email got sent out from your boss saying the bank would be closed for a few days for damage repair, looks like it was a long weekend for you. You leaned back in your tub, thinking back on today's events. You honestly should be traumatized from nearly being killed, and maybe you were, but all you could think about was the gut wrenching betrayal you felt from Dabi. 

He lied to you about who he was, about everything. How much of it had been fake? Was all this just a ploy to get information out of you? He always asked about your day at work, and seemed genuinely interested in it. You originally thought it was just because he cared, but had it just been a way to learn about how the bank operated? 

You felt tears slip down your face, dripping into the steaming water. You're so stupid, you fell for a guy that was using you the whole time. You sigh angrily and wipe your face before draining the tub and stepping out. 

After getting into some comfortable clothes you head out to your kitchen. You could have sworn you still had some herbal tea shit. You just need to de-stress before you have an aneurysm or a mental breakdown; possibly both. You stood over your steaming mug, staring out into nothing when a snap of a lock made you jolt. 

Dabi pushed your window up and slid into your living room. You clench your mug tighter as he looks over to you. "Y/n… Can I explain?"

Your heart pounds in your chest. "I told you not to bother." He sighs, and walks towards the kitchen. "Please, just hear me out." 

You raise your mug to your lips, taking a small drink. Dabi stands across from you, the island counter in-between you. "Was it all a lie?" 

He frowns in confusion. "What?" You take a shaky breath and look to the side. "This whole time. Was it only to get information from me?" He starts moving around the counter. "Why would I need information from you?"

You scoff and slam your mug down. "Because I work at a fucking bank, Dabi. Is that even your real fucking name?" He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Jesus– Yes it's my name, and no I didn't use you for information." 

You step back as he rounds the corner of the counter, a flash of hurt appears on his face. "Y/n…" 

"How can I trust you Dabi?" Your voice cracks. "Because I'm still me! That hasn't changed and it won't!" 

You shake your head, feeling throbs from an oncoming headache. "You should just leave." 

"What? Y/n no, come on. Yes I work in a bad group–" You cut him off. "You work for the fucking League of Villains Dabi." He falls silent and looks down at the floor. "That's just not some random group, they've done some terrible things, like really bad shit. And you think I'm just gonna be okay with that? That– That I'm gonna be fine with someone who's a part of that in my home? Well, I'm not! And I'm not okay with you putting yourself in danger to be some stupid criminal!" Your voice cracked and you took a deep breath. "I-I can't handle that Dabi. I'm done, I'm done with the lies and–" 

"I never lied to you." 

You pause and narrow your eyes. "How do I know that? You basically did by not telling me what was going on." 

He chuckles. "That's just implying and avoiding, I never outright lied about anything." You scowl, how can he find this so lighthearted? 

"Doesn't fucking matter! I can't be sure! All your stories could just be made up, I don't know the real you!" He scoffs and crosses his arms. "That's stupid, all the stories I said are true. All of them." 

You stayed silent and turned your back to him. You crossed your arms, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. 

"Y/n…" He spoke softly. You tensed and remained quiet. Maybe he'd get the hint and leave. "Y/n come on, look I…" He trailed off, you remained stoic. 

"I screwed up alright? But I never once lied to you." Dabi sighs and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. "...I've done a lot of shit in my life, stuff I'm not proud of. But this? You? I don't know, I've never… I've never felt this way before. All my life I've lived in spite, everything I've done has just been to get back at my father, but when I met you… life suddenly didn't seem so narrow anymore." 

Your shoulder slack at his words. He scratches his neck and stares at the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the league. I never said anything because I didn't want you to get involved, and I didn't want you to think less of me. I'm already a piece of shit, I didn't need you to know how deep it really was. You were my escape, you make me feel normal. Like I actually have a shot at being a decent human sometimes." 

You turned around to look at him, your eyes becoming soft. Dabi stepped closer to you, grabbing your hands gently. You let out a shuttered breath. "Just promise me one thing. Please, please be careful." Dabi raised your hand, placing a soft kiss on the back. You couldn't help but blush. "I promise sweetheart." 

"And you promise the things you told me about your childhood, and your hobbies… Those were real? I know the real you?" Dabi chuckled and ran his thumb over your cheek. "Of course. In fact you're the only one who knows the real me. You're different Y/n, in the best way. When it comes to loving you it's always been different." His voice grew softer yet raspier towards the end of his sentence. Your cheeks burned with the realization of his words. 

"You love me?" Your words were breathy with shock. Dabi grew stiff, realizing his words. His eyes darted away, and for the first time since knowing him, you watched his cheeks grow red. "W-Well, uh no– yes, but… See, heh–" 

"I love you too." You cut him off with a tender voice. He visibly relaxed, and met your eyes. You giggled softly, damn were his eyes always this blue? No, they seemed brighter than normal. "You do?" He tilted his head. You smirk at him, raising a brow as you squeezed his hands reassuringly. "Of course I do mutt." 

He laughed loudly. "Oh thank fuck." You started to giggle but Dabi cut you off with a firm kiss. You held back a gasp, grabbing onto his jacket to steady yourself. Dabi tilted his head into the kiss, it felt like fire against your lips. It burned in the best way possible, and despite your near death experience, this had to be one of the best days of your life.

Maybe he was your own personal getaway too.

I had a lot of fun with this honestly, Dabi has grown on me a little bit more. Also sorry if it seems ooc, as you might be able to tell I'm not the most acquainted with his charactef, but I still hope you like it!

#omg it's so good #it's more fluff then I asked but it made it more perfect #just-... chef's kiss #I'm going to show this to everyone

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want his dick so deep in my throat he cums on my heart

#hawks

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that’s me, i am simp.

#i have a thing for blondes

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idk if ill ever decide to finish this sketch properly and like, draw an actual background. just wanted to get this idea out of my mind.

#omg #pliss someone do this #a fanfic #about touya leaving eith shouto #and he's trying his hardest to raise his brother #just- #my heart ;-;

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this is the funniest thing I’ve read in my LIFE

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I KNEW IT!!!!!!!! I CALLED IT!!!!!!

Tokoyami was born a WHAT

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Canon Hawks apartment from the new Team Up Missions!!!! 😭

little guy with a little room 😭😭😭