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halcyone-of-the-sea · 1 year

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Scratches in the Surface

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader

Synopsis: Investigating Shepherd was a mistake, but the betrayal of John Price hurt more than anything Shadow Company could do to you.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Talks of gore, torture, violence, swearing, blood, angst

A/N: Not really sure if I like this or not, but the idea was good so I kept it. Your codename in this is ‘Key.’ Part 2

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

The buzzing lights above you were going to drive you insane faster than the damn clicking of the man’s pen, but you endured the overstimulation of your brain with an expression of boredom.

Click, click-clack, click,

God, You clench your teeth together, either stop that, or I’m going to–

When you go to move your hands over the metal table, the cuffs around your wrists shriek as they slide. The man in front of you pauses, looking up from his file, the manila folder sitting tantalizingly close; your fingers curl over the paper cup to your right, grabbing it and dragging it to your lips.

As you sip the stale water, your eyes bore into the CIA Agent over the rim, unblinking and dead. Feeling the liquid travel down your throat and hit hard into your empty stomach, you watch the man tense in his seat, his eyes averting from your own quickly like you were a blazing fire. Suppressing a smirk, the man clears his throat.

You place the cup down delicately, leaving a small amount of water behind, right as the door behind the man opens loudly, creaking on its hinges and making you cringe.

Your gaze snaps to the familiar head of blonde hair that belongs to Kate Laswell, her stone-cold face more wrinkled since the last time you had seen her. The woman walks through the door, and the Agent gets to his feet quickly, leaving the file on the table.

“Ma’am,” He says, holding onto the back of the chair as he turns to face Laswell, “She hasn’t said anything since she arrived.”

“Thank you, Moore. I’ll take it from here,” Kate sighs deeply, her white dress shirt and black pants swishing as the air conditioning comes on. The lanyard around her neck makes a slight clinking noise as her name card jumps with her steps.

You tilt your head as far as the bandages around your neck allow, feeling the stitches on your throat pull painfully; you hoped your former friend could see the blood already staining the gauze.

The man leaves with clacking shoes, taking the godforsaken pen with him, and Laswell takes his seat. You couldn’t help but compare the scene to a transaction – you being the package thrown between unwilling participants. Not that you cared. The aches and pains in your body demanded retribution; you were more scar tissue now than skin.

The silence between the two of you is thick, eyes clashing in a mute battle of wills you know you’ll win. You’d had four years to squelch every ounce of weakness from your body – waiting, praying, for this moment.

Just as you imagined, Laswell breaks first.

“I never knew that Shepherd was capable of doing what he did,” Her hair collects in a bun at the base of her neck, and her bangs caress her forehead. The Agent’s style hadn’t changed, at least, “When you told me that I should–”

Kate stops mid-sentence.

You watch her gaze fall to your arms on the table and your fingers twitch.

Frowning, you suppose the widening of her eyes was about all the reaction you would get out of her; the one second of horror that sweeps Laswell’s eyes before the practiced calm resettles like mud in the water. But the satisfaction you garner is unparalleled.

“You ever been thrown into a tub full of glass, Kate,” Laswell flinches at the gravel in your throat, vocal cords ripping with every word, “It’s not that bad if you don’t move so much,” You smirk, letting the dry skin on your lips break open, “Kinda hard, though, when you have a million little knives digging into your flesh.”

“I didn’t…” Kate closes her eyes and sucks in a breath, looking away from the mangled remains of the skin of your arms, the more significant cuts starting at your elbow that jaggedly run down your forearm. Those ones weren't made by glass, but you didn’t tell the woman that.

Let her squirm, You pick up your paper cup, grasping the rim and the hard wire hidden in the fold, It’s been a long time since I had that effect on anyone. I want to get my edge back. I need my edge back.

Kate continues her previous sentence, placing her hands on top of the folder on the table and clenching them together. You bring the cup to your lips, sipping down the last few drops before letting your bound hands fall once more. You rest them on your lap and fiddle with the cup, shifting your shoulders to relieve the tension that sits there.

“I didn’t believe you at the time about Shepherd, Key, and that was my biggest mistake. I led an investigation the second you went missing but as far as everyone was concerned you had disappeared off the face of the earth. We had no leads, no information, and no trace,” She sighs, “You have to believe me when I say we did everything that we could too–”

“We?” You scoff, “We? You’re saying you had Price working on this?” You spit out the name as venom leaks from your tone; leaning forward you see shadows move from the corner of your eye.

You had nearly forgotten the glass window to your right, no doubt the multiple shadows barely seen behind the one-way were faces you had prayed to come and save you for all that time in the facility. You knew Price’s outline when you saw it – bulkier than the rest, large shoulders, and the bulge around his head because of that damn black beanie. The fidgeting was a new tick, though. Then again, it had been years. Maybe you had never really known him at all.

You blink, stuffing away that fact with a pounding heart.

Calm down, you growl to yourself, You’re in control. You…You are fucking in control. Don’t think about John Price.

“...That’s really cute. Do you want a medal? A pat on the back?” You grunt and shut down the conversation, noticing you’ve been crushing the cup in your grip under the table, the object shaking from the force of your fingers. Leaning back, you take in a slow breath, “It never really added to much, did it?”

To anyone besides Kate Laswell and John Price, no one would have noticed your sanity fraying at the seams inside your pounding brain. Licking your tongue over your teeth your eyes stay locked with Laswell’s as you feel panic build.

It’s a long time before the woman speaks again. She utters your real name under her breath.

“We tried everything to find you. But as I got sucked more and more into Shepherd’s world, allegations started to gain validity, and the news of your death–”

“And all it took was him losing three American missiles and his little Shadow Company friends killing more than half a city in Mexico?” You force out a chuckle, your white hospital t-shirt uncomfortable over the mass amounts of bandages digging into your skin. Kate brings a hand to her temple, rubbing it with shaking hands, “Yeah,” You deadpan, “They told me about that.”

“Do…Do you know anything about where he might be?”

“Shepherd?” You sputter out a harsh laugh that leaves Laswell swallowing, “what, do you think I’m the center of the gossip ring? They kept me in a fucking dark room for days at a time. The only thing I heard was the rats eating the corpses in the corner and the sound of my blood hitting the drain basin.”

You rose your right hand as far as the cuffs would allow and pointed your thump at the one-way glass, “Until your Toy Soldiers broke me out, that is.”

“Key,” Kate shakes her head and you know what bullshit she’s about to spill, “I can’t imagine what you went through for all those years. If we knew you were still alive I know Price and I would have–”

You tune out whatever Laswell says, fingers fidgeting under the table as you turn your head and itch the thin bandage over your chin with your shoulder, feeling stitches break open. The Ac unit was so damn loud, and that stupid buzzing of the lights.

Fuck, everything’s just too loud, You begin to bite on the skin of your bottom lip, peeling back the flesh until you feel blood dribble down.

Laswell calls your name, and you narrowly suppress a flinch, your eyes flickering closed before snapping back to the woman. You release your lip silently and live with the pain that breeds.

“What?” You numbly question, foot shaking under the table.

“How about I get you something to eat?” Kate draws out and you don’t like the concerned glance she sends to the glass as she shuffles forward in her chair, “They have those mini sandwiches in the cafeteria that you love.” The woman licks her lips, her blue eyes running over the noticeable bulges of bandages and gauze that span your chest and abdomen, down your thighs and legs. The bottoms of your feet, under your socks and shoes, even have wraps. All stained red.

“Not hungry,” You clear your throat through the lie.

“Key,” Kate whispers, “you’re skin and bones.”

“You think I don’t know that, Laswell?” The words set you off, snapping from your lips as your eyes flash and your face twists. The Agent tenses, shoulders locking tight, “I’ve looked like this ever since you and Price sold me off like a fucking dog with a rope around its neck!” Your wild eyes revel in the fear that sweeps Kate’s face. She doesn’t know you anymore, “That was you two wasn’t it? Or are my memories more fucked up than I know…? Huh?! Did the electrocution finally fry my brain?!”

Laswell’s eyes fall to the table.

“I trusted you!” You’re screaming now, guttural and savage; every so often your voice would break, and the shadows behind the glass were all straight as a rod except one, one who slightly hunches as if in guilt, “You both left me to die! I gave you evidence, I showed you facts and you turned me over like I meant nothing to you! Like I meant nothing to Price!” The words hurt you when you spit them out, and the stitches over your throat feel like they’re on fire.

Oh, God, John I wanted more than anything for you to find me – t-to stop it. Stop the pain, stop the torture. I need you. Where did you go, John?

“We couldn’t act on–”

“You trusted Shepherd more than you trusted me! That’s what you acted on. That’s the truth.” You turn your head to the ceiling, trying to stop the vile tears that coat your eyes as you suck in ragged breaths. Your ribs ache awfully.

A minute passes, then two.

The next words come out muffled with numbness, whispered from your bloody lips, “Their deaths are on you. I pass off my guilt of it.”

You could hear a pin drop. Hell, did they even know?

“The bodies in the corner…” Laswell whispers, and you hear her throat get clogged.

“What,” You snicker, “Your forensic team not identify them yet? The ones with their faces still on, that is?”

“Who are they, Key?” Kate whispers but you know she knows the answer already. So does Price.

You turn your head to the glass, finding that familiar shadow and boring your eyes into it blankly. Feeling your tears dribble down your cheeks, you smirk when the black on the other end turns its head away. The others shift nervously before you look back at Kate.

“Shane, Jax, Alice, and Sam.”

Laswell’s eyes snap downward to her clenched hands.

You lean closer, “Look at me,” You growl lowly, “Kate, look at me.”

Her eyes are red when they meet yours and you stifle a deep-chested laugh at the sight. A vicious smile blooms over your cheeks, teeth and all.

“He killed my fucking family, Laswell. My squad. My brothers and sisters that I never even involved in this because I knew how it could end if it went south. And they ripped them to fucking pieces while they were still alive,” You lift a free hand and throw your unlocked cuffs on the table, the small, thin, metal wire from your paper cup visibly stuck in the key slot. It rams onto the surface with a bang. Laswell flinches back, head snapping to the object in surprise, “That’s on you and Price. And I want it to haunt you just as it haunts me.” You tilt your head to the side, nodding towards the cuffs, “Good to see my nickname held up, at least. As you can imagine my tricks don’t work so well on rope or barbed wire.”

A ruckus sounds from the other room, loud shouting, and the rushing of feet. You lean back in your chair, slouching, and not soon after the door to the room slams open; John Price stands in the doorway with a stupid look on his face you can’t help but huff at.

“There he is,” You mutter, staring his blue eyes down as his large frame nearly hits the sides of the wall. You spread your arm out, elbows on the armrests sarcastically, “The other person I’m so eager to see.”

Laswell stands on shaky feet and exits the room, shoving past John as he stares at you. For a moment you see what you could on describe as guilt on his face before it's wiped away the next instant.

Not bothering to speak anymore – you’ve said your piece – you bring your hands up and caress the red skin where the cuffs had been. The area was more sensitive now that the flesh had been torn away time after time while you were held by Shadow Company in some godforsaken facility in the wilderness. You throw the remnants of the ripped-up cup onto the table.

The door closes nearly silently, and heavy feet pad forward. You could lie to yourself and say you don’t feel your heart pounding, but what use would it be?

John sits in Laswell’s chair before palming the once more left-behind file. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, as he slowly flips through the pictures. Pictures of you, of your once perfect body full of scars and burns and bruises over every inch. You swore you saw his fingers begin to shake as he turns another page.

John Price used to be something important to you. A friend, a mentor, and if time had permitted, perhaps he would have been something more. You don’t choose to dwell on these thoughts, but they haunt you still; how he would always prioritize your safety on missions, and give you a rare real smile when you impressed him. His laugh when you slipped out crappy jokes on missions together. The imprint of his calloused hand seemed to forever live on the back of your head, dragging you into a tight hug as you remember an OP in Romania.

On the mission, when a bullet had lodged itself between your third and fourth rib, the outcome had seemed grim – hopeless – but all John did was grab your cheeks and force your eyes on him as the Medic worked hastily, grunting and uttering calmly.

“Eyes open, Sweetheart. Keep them on me, eh…? There you go, atta girl. I’m right here,” It was safe to say you had chosen to stare at those unusually soft baby blues the entire time you were getting Evac. and John had dragged you into the ramshackle head-to-chest-hug the second you were stable, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Talking so sweetly you had wanted nothing more than him.

He had been so much more than a Captain to you.

But that was all so long ago, and the memories were rotted like tree trunks. He was just another face, a handsome one, yes – he still hadn't shaved his beard and the circles under his eyes looked darker than you could ever remember seeing them – but still that rugged charm that was John.

I trusted you, You want to scream at him, hit him, tear his throat out. But in the end, you did nothing, but you didn’t trust me.

The wrinkles around his eyes tighten as he sees the extensive claw shreds over your back on one of the printed sheets, the impression of dog teeth over your left shoulder blade and right thigh.

You feel a tightening in your throat.

“They liked their dogs,” You mutter, “That’s for sure.”

Price’s throat bobs.

“German Shepherd?” He asks, accented voice thick, picking up the picture and grasping it so tightly the corner creases.

“Nah, Doberman.”

“Hm,” He grunts, finally looking up from the picture to stare into your broken eyes. Against your better judgment, you look away first, not able to stand the unwavering blue with that specific emotion staining the iris. John was different from Laswell. He…He had meant more.

That’s why it hurt so much to be near him because he would always mean more.

Under the table, your feet shook. John cleared his throat, placing the image down and closing the file before he, in the buzzing of the lights and the whishing of the Ac, whispers your name under his lips.

You’re ashamed of the way it makes you feel like you could cry, your body freezing. Only he could utter it in that way. You had waited to hear him say your name every single day you were stuck with the Shadows.

“Save it,” You nod your head his way once, not looking up from your lap, “I don’t want your apology, Price. It’s done.”

The Captain’s head nods firmly, ever the gentleman, chin jerking as he clenches his jaw. John’s fingers close your file and he taps it with the back of his knuckles, prompting you to raise your gaze to follow the motion.

“I want every name you can remember, yeah?” You pause, for a moment you thought you hadn’t heard him correctly. Under the table, you can feel your knee spasm with nerves.

Picking your gaze up, you travel the length of Price’s tight gray shirt; looking over his combat vest and all the tiny pouches holding only he knows what. You settle on the man’s eyes with a small hitch in your breath. He looked furious, downright lethal.

John’s shoulders were tense, muscles vibrating with badly concealed anger. At his neck, he had a visible tendon from how hard he was clenching his jaw. Had he not read the file before now? Seen the pictures? Or was that not even the point? You frown, shifting in your chair with nervousness. Your head was all messed up.

Logically you knew his anger wasn't directed at you, but you could never be too cautious when it came to someone you haven’t seen in a while. Men had been the source of your problems for four years, and even if you knew John the thought remained that if you had changed so drastically, so could he.

At your silence, Price pauses, blinking a few times before he realizes his hand is clenched on the table, nails biting into his skin. He leans back into the chair with a heavy inhalation, bringing a hand up to rub over his face. John holds a hand over his mouth for a moment, eyes closed, and you watch him and his unsteady breaths that echo through the interrogation room. His chest sputters.

So now he cares, You ask bitterly, blinking away the anxiety in your bones with false calm, now he wants to help.

“Where was that anger when I asked you to help me investigate Shepherd?” You whisper, saliva stuck under your tongue.

John never answers and not a second later he’s standing and stalking out the door with measured steps, but manages to close the door softly behind him before his form disappears.

Come back, You want to plead the second the lock latches, your hands shaking violently in your lap, don’t leave me alone here, John. Don’t leave me alone. I-I can’t be alone again.

But you say nothing.

Outwardly no one can analyze your body language the way that the Captain or Laswell could. All they see is a blank slate waiting to be filled sitting stone-still in an interrogation room. Left alone, all you can do is force back the tears and listen to the loud buzzing and the whining of the Ac, trying with all of your might to forget Captain John Price and the damning comfort his presence still brings you after years of hell.

But how could you forget him? All of the good memories you have left are of him; the only ones untainted by blood or a dark room with no light. The shrieking of rats is like a symphony of death that plays on repeat in your head, digging into the small spaces in your ribs and intestines. But you welcome it because anything is better than thinking about John. Of the times you shared with him.

The betrayal itself is less painful than the memories.

#john price #john price x reader #John price x you #modern warfare #MW2 #cod #cod x reader #cod mw22 #cod x you #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #mw2 2022

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hopepetal · 9 months

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A little fanfic I wrote for the aftermath of MCC 33, because both Pearl and Impulse raided Scar. And also Boatem <3

Pearl sat on the balloon, legs hanging off the side as she looked out over the MCC server. Her wings fluttered lightly against her back– it was nice to be able to use them again after so long of having them hidden.

She had gotten close! Really, really close! Even though she was rusty still, she had been able to get almost in the top twenty! And her team had gotten third overall. Pretty cool, in her opinion. She was still riding that high from meltdown, though. Maybe she was a good leader for that, after all.

From the distance, she heard a familiar voice. “Peaaaaaaarl! Pearl Pearl Pearl Pearl Pearl Pearl–!” Scar, equipped with elytra, slammed head first into the spot right beside her with a squawk. “Oh, ouch! Goodness, the lag on this server is awful!” he complained, pushing himself up and plopping down beside her. “So! How was MCC, how are you feeling?” he prompted, and Pearl let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m feeling pretty good,” she admitted, “I did pretty well. A little disappointing at the end, but…” She shrugged. “Y’know, what can ya do? We did our best, and that’s what matters.”

Scar nodded. “And that’s what matters, indeed!” he exclaimed. “You know, I was secretly rooting for you guys. Above my own team, even! I was really hoping you’d get that win.”

Pearl laughed, shaking her head. “Scar! That’s so sweet of you, mate. I appreciate it.” She let the silence between them sit for a moment. “How was Etho?”

“He was good, he was good! I’m hopin’ he’ll come back, y’know, maybe we’ll all be on the same team then.” Scar kicked his legs back and forth, leaning forward. “I actually did so much better than I thought I would! I got in a top ten! A top ten, Pearl!”

Pearl beamed, clapping her hands together. “That’s awesome, Scar!” she praised, “I knew you could do it. What was it in?”

“Meltdown! Which, if I recall correctly, you guys did amayzingly in too!”

Pearl grinned. “Oh, you bet. I’ll be riding that high for ages. I make a pretty good leader, it turns out!”

The two were interrupted by yet another familiar face flying up to their little spot– Impulse, seemingly also struggling with his elytra, judging by how rough the landing had been. “It’s just the generic version,” he complained to the two as soon as he’d steadied himself, “I’m too used to the personalized elytra we get on hermitcraft.” He sat himself down on Pearl’s other side.

“Honestly, sounds like you should just grow wings,” Pearl teased, giving her own a small flutter. “You did amazing, mate. What team were you on, again?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Impulse returned the smile she gave him. “Aqua Axolotls! I was with Sneeg, Illumina, and Joel.”

“I’m not even gonna try to say that team name,” Scar muttered, earning soft laughter from the other two.

“That sounds like a fun team, though,” Pearl commented. “How was it?”

Impulse nodded. “It was pretty fun! Joel yelled a lot, of course. He was very excited whenever he saw Etho, though.”

“I can imagine!” Scar piped up. “Kinda sad that Grian couldn’t make it this time. We all know how much that man loves Etho.”

Pearl shrugged. “Poor guy was just busy, I guess. You can imagine his horror when he realized Etho was in this MCC and he hadn’t signed up.”

“That’s why you’re here, right? To give him all the insider info?” Impulse asked, and Pearl laughed.

“Yeah, he wishes. I’m not telling him a thing,” she snickered, and Scar gasped dramatically.

“The cleaning lady has an evil heart!” he cried, “she abandons her brother in his time of need…!”

“Ah, he’ll get over it!”

The three sat in silence for a while after that, their shared company enough to fill the silence. Pearl sighed softly, leaning back and tilting her head toward the sky. “Well, it’s high time we probably head back to hermitcraft. You fellas wanna come with?”

Scar jumped up, holding out a hand to her. “Why of course!” he exclaimed, helping pull her up when she took his hand. “Let’s go back and surprise Mumbo with the good news of my top ten!”

“I’m sure he’ll be dying to hear about it,” Impulse chuckled. “And Grian, of course. We can have a little boatem meeting, just like the old days!”

“Even though boatem got crushed by the moon,” Pearl reminded them.

Scar tutted softly, shaking his head. “Ahh, Pearl, that’s where you’re wrong! Boatem is a state of mind, not just a pole! So long as we keep boatem in our hearts, it will stay alive.”

“You’re a goofball,” Pearl pointed out with a laugh.

“He’s our goofball,” Impulse corrected. “Right. Whoever gets back onto hermitcraft and to Mumbo first wins. See ya!” And with that, he disconnected.

Pearl yelped. “Oh, that’s not fair, my ping–!” She watched Scar disconnect, and decided it would be best to quickly follow suit.

impulseSV left the game GoodTimeWithScar left the game PearlescentMoon left the game

#my writing #mcc fanfic #hermitcraft fanfic #boatem crew #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar

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suugarbabe · 23 days

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Hello!! I was wondering if I could request a Theo Nott x reader fic, where Theo invites the reader to his quidditch game. Slytherin wins, and to celebrate, Theo invites the reader to fly with him, but she's is kinda afraid of heights. Eventually he convinces her to take a ride with him and it's really fluffy and sweet!

Happy Holidays! <3

sorry i'm such a shite shite person as this request is from like december but I hope it does justice for you because i think it's actually really cute this is also not edited so pls ignore any mistakes <3

Pansy smacked your hand away from your mouth, “If you keep gnawing on your nails there’s going to be nothing left.” You shot her a dirty look playfully, “Well if those fucking weasel twins weren’t so freakishly gangly and smacking bloody bludgers at Teddy every two seconds maybe I could relax!” Pansy gave you a knowing look, “Is it really that? Or is it the fact that we’re winning and you promised Theo you’d finally allow him to fly you around the pitch.” The smile you tried to fake could easily be described as a grimace. It was widely known in your friend group that you did not fly. You hated flying. You were perfectly fine with your feet planted firmly on the ground. You did the required first year class and after that you were done.

However the budding more than friendship that started happening between you and Theo led to each of you pushing yourselves to try new things. Theo allowed you to teach him how to bake (the muggle way) and in exchange you promised him you would allow him to take you flying strictly if Slytherin won their game against Gryffindor. You had honestly believed your house would lose, not because you didn’t believe in your team, but because historically this year the prideful group had been demolishing your sneaky snakes.

Your bet seemed to be all the motivation Theo needed to play twice as good as he normally did, as he had your house up by about 150 pts. Pansy’s grip on your thigh tightened as you both watched Draco nose dive towards the bottom of the pitch. “He sees it. Oh fucking Salazar’s sake, he sees it. If he gets ahold of this snitch before golden four-eyes scar boy I am going to reward him graciously tonight.” You faked a gag, “Pansy, please. Spare me the detai-” your retort was cut off by a squealing screech as Pansy and the rest of your house’s section erupted into roars of cheers. Zips and flashes of green seemed to fly by you and around the pitch as silver and emerald fireworks erupted, signaling the official victory of Slytherin house.

As you were watching the whirling wizards around you, one with dark golden curls and deep ocean eyes stopped abruptly in front of you. With a knee weakening grin he hovered just before your view. “Hello, Teddy,” you watched with a smile as he hopped off his broom to stand on the bleachers beside you, “Ciao, dolcezza.” You stood before him, trying to control the goofy grin plastered on your face as he seemed to be looking you over. “You here to cash in on the bet, Teddy?” Theo’s grin grew three fold, “Only if you’re willing, princepesa.” You nodded, going to grab his broom before he quickly pulled it away, “Woah, now. There’s a few rules of the air you have to follow. If you can’t, I simply will not allow you to fly.”

You rolled your eyes with a cheeky grin, “You know I did take the same flying class as you first year, Mister Nott.” Theo shook his head, “Times have changed, amore...now listen up.” Theo rested both hands over the tail end of his broom, resting his chin on top of that. You loved how tall he was, how broad he was. It made you feel like he could protect you from anything and everything. “Rule number one, hands on the broomstick at all times.” You looked at him curiously, “I thought I was riding with you? Wouldn’t I just be holding on to you?” Theo shook his head, biting his bottom lip briefly in mischief, “No, amore, you’ll be in front of me. This is a lesson after all. Not a joy ride. If you want one of those it’ll have to be later.” Theo was able to get out a quick wink before you shoved his shoulder playfully, “Don’t be dirty, Teddy!”

Theo couldn’t hide his smile as he held out his broom, “C’mon. Hop on, cutie.” You snatched his broom from his hands, only furthering the growth of his smirk as you swung your leg over to mount it. You could have never prepared for the heat you felt rise in your cheeks as Theo mounted the broom behind you, arms and shoulders easily engulfing yours as he held onto the broom himself. “Now just push off with a little jump,” Theo’s lips ghosted the shell of your ear as he whispered instructions to you. “Yes, yes, I remember…” you tried to sound intimidating but you feared he could sense your hesitance as you gave a meek hop off the ground. Theo thankfully jumped with you, launching the two of you off of the bleachers and into the sky around you.

Your grip on his broomstick was knuckle white as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Uh-uh, princepesa, eyes open. Steer the way.” Your eyes shot open, noticing Theo had taken you both significantly higher in a matter of forty-seconds. “Oh fucking Salazar, how did we get so high?” Theo’s breath on your neck was the only warmth of air around you right now, “Lean forward a little bi-” You cut him in a panic, “FORWARD? Are you trying to kill me, Theo? Look I’m sorry for throwing flower at you, truly.” Theo only laughed again, “Lean forward and we’ll start to go lower, amore.” Pink tinted your cheeks and you were thankful that he couldn’t see them. You followed his instructions, leaning forward carefully. The broom did exactly as Theo said it would, slowly taking you both lower and lower. As you came closer to the ground you realised you never asked Theo how to actually land after flying. But you didn’t get much time to panic as Theo’s feet hit the ground first, one arm wrapping around your waist as you tried to not trip over your feet. Once you found stable ground, Theo quickly let go. “Erm, we should go, erm, meet the others for dinner.” You nodded in agreement, the two of you walking in a comfortable silence back inside the castle, Theo playfully bumping into your side. The eyes of all your friends found the two of you as you entered the great hall together, neither you nor Theo noticing as you sat down next to each other. Blaise raised an eyebrow, using his fork to gesture at the two of you, “Where’ve you two been, huh?” You opened your mouth to respond, but Pansy quickly jumped in before you, “She was riding Nott’s broomstick.”

#theo nott #theo nott request #theo nott x you #theo nott fluff #theo nott x reader

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scarlettriot · 2 years

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Take You Home

Pairing: Bakugo x Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, minors, and ageless blogs DNI. Non-Sexual Masochism (Could be considered self-harm). Nightmares and sleep walking (fighting). Blood. Burns. Swearing.

Contains: Established Poly Relationship. Porn with Plot. Hurt/Comfort. Angst! Soft dom tendencies, Kat & Kiri are switches, nipple play, biting, unprotected sex, voyeurism (kinda). Bondage. Restraints (rope). Oral (F receiving & M receiving implied). The guys fuck, it's not all about Reader. Pet names/nicknames: baby, baby girl, little one, cutie, babe.

Summary: In high school, you started up a relationship with two boys in the hero course. Now, years down the road, you three are still going strong, but, every relationship has troubles to overcome.

A/N: This follows the same storyline from Head Over Heels. But if you just want to dive into this, all you really need to know is that Reader met Katsuki and Eijiro when she was assigned to work with them as a part of her Support Course program. Now she's an inventor while the two of them are pros. Additional Fun Fact: I named this fic after a song I constantly listened to while writing it, if you'd like to give it a listen it's called Take You Home by Scars on 45. Enjoy!

W/C: 8,022

If these walls could talk, they’d tell you of Katsuki’s screams. The nightmares that you and Eijiro had to pull him from multiple nights a week. Neither of you minded though, you’d do anything for each other. To the public you might have all been friends, there’d even been reports of the three of you being roommates, but behind closed doors, it’d been something much more for a long time now.

The twenty-three-year-old pro hero had seen so much for his young age, both he and Eijiro had, but Katsuki internalized it far more than Eijiro did. The blonde never liked to talk about the demons that haunted him. He knew you and Eijiro would listen and never judge him but, it wasn’t ever easy for him to admit something might be making him weak. He couldn’t show it, not even to you guys.

But that meant it spilled over into his unconscious, into his sleep, bleeding into nightmares that sounded truly horrific.

Some nights were worse than others but you and Eijiro had always been able to bring him back from them with soft voices and soothing touches… until the night you couldn’t.

You never slept particularly well when just one of the boys was home so since Eijiro was still out on patrol (on his way home, you hoped), you were really just laying with your eyes closed when you started to hear Katsuki’s little whimpers and felt his feet start to kick free of the blanket.

You rolled into his side, kissing up the side of his neck, “Baby… it’s okay, just a bad dream. You can wake up now.”

But Katsuki didn’t wake up. His brow tightly furrowed together. Sweat pouring off of him. It took a little bit of effort but you were able to roll him onto his back and take his face between your palms. “KitKat, come on, baby. Time to wake up.” That had no effect either.

So, you resorted to other tactics. Dipping your head low, “Kick their ass, Dynamight. You got ‘em.”

There’d been nights when that had been enough. One of you telling him he could win the fight inside his head, he could overcome it, and then he’d settle back down into a still slumber. But, not tonight. No, tonight his eyes shot open so fast you were taken aback. Red eyes staring at you so unnervingly, unblinking, and it sent a chill right down your spine. “Baby…” You whispered but he didn’t answer, “Kat? This isn’t funny.” He slowly sat up, his hands wrapping tight around your wrists, pushing you up with him. “Katsuki! I’m serious! Knock it the fuck off!”

You tried to pull your hands free but his grip was too strong, the more you jerked only caused you pain. Finally, his eyes blinked, just once, taking in the rest of the room and it clicked. He still wasn’t awake.

“Please, baby, please. I need you to wake up now.” His eyes blinked back to you while you struggled even more in his grasp. "Katsuki! Come on!"

“Like I give a fuck what a villain like you needs.”

Your scream filled the bedroom. Two explosions surrounded your wrists and the next thing you knew you were thrown off the bed and back slammed onto the rug at the foot of the bed with scalding wrists. He wasn’t as quick in his sleep though. Disoriented almost. It gave you enough time to run from the room and thrust the door shut behind you.

Your work was strewn about the living room and kitchen like it usually was and you scanned it for anything that could be used to help. And then you spotted the prototype binding cloth you’d been working on for Shinso. It wasn’t finished, not by a long shot but it was something.

You didn’t have the experience Katsuki did but Eijiro and him had spent years training with you. Wanting you to be prepared in case anything should ever happen. You never thought you’d have to use those skills against your own boyfriend though.

The bedroom door blasted right off the hinges, bits of wooden shrapnel showered down while you took cover behind the sofa. “Where are you! Not lettin’ you ‘scape!”

As quietly as you could manage you crawled your way around the sofa to try and get a better view of him when he spotted you. Lips turned up in a snarl that you’d hoped to never be on the receiving end of.

You rolled out of the way just as half the couch was blown to bits.

“Ava!” You called for the AI you’d created for your home and saw the device light up, “Call Sharky!” It chirped happily and Kat turned to try and find the noise while the phone rang, blindly firing off blasts.

“Hey ba- Y/N!”

“Ei! Nightmares! Get home! N— !” A blast finally landed on the bookshelf that Ava was resting on and it shattered against the wall.

Eijiro was sure he’d never run faster in his whole entire life. Cursing at himself for staying late to finish up paperwork rather than just going right home after his patrol. He dropped absolutely everything the moment he heard you on the call. The pen fell right out of his hand, he just grabbed his bag for the sake of his wallet and keys, and then he was gone. Running down the steps to get down to his car as fast as he possibly could.

It was an emergency, not an official one, but he could justify driving like a mad man if it meant keeping the two people he loved most in this whole entire world safe. He barely stopped at traffic lights and stop signs, only long enough to ensure no one was coming, and then he was speeding through.

He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, panic rising with every minute it took him until he was pulling into the driveway, leaving everything in the car, and racing for the door. “Baby!”

Everything was quiet, so unbelievable quiet, and that terrified him even more. “In the bathroom, Eiji.”

He could have cried from just the sound of your voice, following it through the wreckage that was now your shared home. He froze when he saw Katsuki on the bed, eyes closed with hands bound. “I— I had to knock him out… Eijiro, he— baby, he wouldn’t wake up—!”

His arms were around you in seconds, and he felt your tears against his bare chest the moment he pulled you in. “’S okay, love. You did what you had to do.” He ran a shaky hand down your back, “You were just defending yourself, I know that, and Kat will too.”

After a couple minutes, he pulled you back to look you over. Instantly, he saw the burns on your forearms and tried not to wince in sympathy. You also had a few pieces of wood embedded in your shoulder, and a cut along your jaw that was still bleeding. “C’mon, lemme get you cleaned up, and then we can worry about Kat.” When you didn’t move from the spot though, eyes still fixated on Katsuki, Eijiro picked you up and carried you right over to the sink so you could sit on the counter.

He thoroughly scrubbed his hands before slipping on gloves, working on getting the pieces out of your arm first and then flushing the little wounds. Then came the cut on your face which, wasn’t all that bad, just bleeding a good amount. He put a little ointment on it, cooing softly at you knowing that it stung, “Doing s'good, baby, almost finished here.”

When all the obvious injuries were tended to, he took a step back. “Alright, anything else?”

You shook your head and he saw the way you winced when you slid off the counter, probably just sore from the whole ordeal. You squeezed by him, walking back into the bedroom. He watched as you climbed right on the bed and undid the binds around Katsuki’s wrists since he was now home. You scooted up by his head and shifted it so he lay in your lap, your fingers carding through his hair and Eijiro had to pretend he didn’t see the tears that fell from your eyes.

He gave you a minute while he went into the walk-in closet and changed out of his suit. He’d just slipped a shirt over his head when he heard the incoherent grumble of Katsuki and he hadn’t even made it back to the bedroom before the, “What the fuck!” shook the house.

Fear pumped through his veins when he smelled the air. His sweat always left behind a distinct aroma and the air in was heavy with it. Quicker his heart started to race, his eyes darting around and landing on you, on the cut you didn’t have when the two of you had gone to bed. And… fuck, those were tears in your eyes.

He rolled over immediately and realized it was more than just a cut on your jaw. He swore, trying to figure out what happened and when your eyes squeezed shut from his volume, the way your whole body tensed from it, damn, he wanted to puke.

“Katsuki…” His head snapped to Eijiro silhouetted in the golden bathroom light.

“What did I do?”

Neither of you were able to stop him from leaving. Eijiro could have, the three of you knew that the redhead could have used force and made him stay but he begged, actually begged, for you two to let him go for the night. Just for the night, he promised. He needed to think, had to clear his head and process what had happened. He’d be back in the morning, made the both of you swear you wouldn't clean anything up. This was his mess. He’d fix it.

He’d kissed Eijiro, pressing his forehead against his. “First thing in the morning.”

“You better be here, man.”

Katsuki wiped a tear that rolled down his boyfriend's cheek. “I will.”

When he looked at you though, no words came out of his mouth. He couldn’t think of what to say, there were too many thoughts screaming in his head that he just turned and walked out the door. Your choked sobs followed him out to his car.

That night he stayed at the agency, pulled a blanket over him, and laid on the black sofa in his office but didn’t sleep a wink. He barely even closed his eyes. Each time he did all he could see were those white bandages covering your forearms, the gauze on your face and shoulder. He knew there had to be bruises under the baggy nightshirt you wore and all of it was his fault.

Days trickled by and Katsuki did as he said. Every moment that he wasn’t working was spent on repairs to your home, a home he didn’t allow himself to stay in. He’d installed a new bedroom door first and then put up new cabinets since he’d blasted the old ones to pieces. He patched the walls, replaced floorboards and carpeting, built a new bookshelf, and bought new furniture for the living room but didn’t allow himself to enjoy any of it.

And if you were there, well, he was not. He avoided you as best he could. It was almost like before the three of you got together. Katsuki just couldn’t find a way to make peace with what he’d done. You might have forgiven him, you did forgive him, told him so at least a hundred times, but he never responded once because he had no idea how he could forgive himself. The pain in your eyes each time he walks away breaks his heart more and more.

He doesn’t need Eijiro telling him how much you want him to come home, he’s gotten all your texts, he would fall into a fitful sleep listening to your voicemails. The only thing that gives him any solace at all is the fact that Eijiro is there with you every single night. He knows you miss him and he misses you too, so damn badly, but how can he trust himself to be like that around you again?

Things could’ve been so much worse. All things considered, he’d been lucky! How could he so carelessly allow himself back into your life, your home, your bed, when he knows he could do so much worse to you? What kind of boyfriend would he be!

He talked almost daily with Eijiro about it. Like, maybe one day he’d hold all the answers that could fix these wrongs. It’d been two months though and neither of them came up with a solution. They’d just sit in one of their offices after the rest of the floor had cleared out. Eijiro’s arms holding Katsuki tight while he tried to work through this.

There were nights when that was all they’d do. Sit, talk, hug, and cry. There were others where Eijiro would try to take his boyfriend’s mind off things, sink to his knees and let Katsuki work out his frustrations by using his mouth. And, a couple of times, Katsuki pleaded with him to help him forget. Those nights left scuff marks on the floors, papers scattered about the room, the desk practically bare with Katsuki bent over it. By the end though, Eijiro was able to lay Katsuki down on the sofa, cover him up with the blanket, and kiss his forehead before heading home to you.

There’d never been jealousy from any of you when it came to getting physical when one of you couldn’t partake. Sometimes Eijiro’s quirk left his body too sore, or Katsuki had a killer headache, or you were just too tired from a long day of work. So, you weren’t jealous when Eijiro came home with fresh scratches on his back, in fact, you were a little relieved. At least Katsuki still felt comfortable with one of you.

You just wished you could find a way to make him trust you again.

After three months of late nights and about a dozen different prototypes, you might have found the answer you’d been searching for.

This whole time you’d never gone up to his office. You hadn’t dared try to speak to him at work, not wanting to distract him or make him angry but you knew he’d been sleeping here. Knew that even though his shift was over, this was where he would be.

It was always Eijiro who’d check on him but, tonight, you asked him if you could do it and he fully supported the idea. He’d been trying to bridge the gap between you two this entire time so just the smallest hint there might be some progress happening made him giddy!

You waited until everyone else on his floor had left for the evening and then rode the elevator up with a small box between your hands. Katsuki was the only office to have a light still on. He had the door already shut, blinds drawn to cover the glass walls but you could see his shadow sitting at his desk, a pen in hand, shuffling papers from one pile and then into another.

When you knocked on the door, all movement stopped. “Since when do you knock? Just open the door.”

He was expecting Eijiro, you knew that. You could have just opened the door and walked inside but, you weren’t confident that was the right thing to do, so, you raised your hand and knocked again.

“For fucks sake,” The chair rolled back and Katsuki flung the door open a second later, “What are y—“ He had to lower his gaze to meet yours, “Oh…”

“Will you let me in, Kat, please.”

“I don’t think—“

“Please. We need to talk.”

He didn’t want to. The way his jaw ticked told you as much, but, by some miracle, he let you by him.

You sat on the sofa beside the folded up blanket with the pillow on top while he leaned against his desk, head tipped downward, eyes fixed on the floor. Neither of you spoke for a while, you had a whole speech prepped but now that you were in the same room with him the words wouldn’t come out.

In the end, it was Katsuki who broke the silence with a sentence so quiet you were almost sure you didn’t hear him correctly. “I know why you’re here… can I just— I’d like to keep seeing Eijiro, please?”

You blinked and tried to figure out what he was talking about. “What do you mean, Kat. Of course, you can keep seeing Eiji! Why would I want you to—“

“’Cause we’re over!” He blurted and all the color drained from your face while he kept talking, “We’re over and, and, you’ve just got Ei now which is fuckin’ great because you, you should have him but I just, damnit, I need him right now too, okay? I won’t ask him to stay over, I want him with you every night, just need him with me a little bit.”

You were still stuck on the three words he said first, “We’re over?”

“That’s why you’re here. Surprised you actually came in person. A text or telling Eijiro to tell me woulda been more than I fuckin’ deserve.”

“Hold on!” You stood up so fast it knocked the box you’d been holding right off your lap. “You couldn’t be more wrong!”

You took a step closer to Katsuki and he tried to take one backward but he was already against his desk. He managed to scrape the thing across the floor trying to keep distance between you two. You wanted to walk closer, walk right up to him and wrap your arms around him, to feel him again, but seeing that reaction had you stopped in place. “I didn’t come here to break up. I’m here because I want you to come home— no, I need you to come home.”

“You do not need me.”

“That’s crap! I need you, Eiji needs you! ‘S not home without you there!”

His voice rose louder than your own. “I cannot be there! Not with you! What if I fucking hurt you worse, huh? Then what! What if you couldn’t stop me next time!”

You folded your arms over your chest. “Sounds an awful lot like you’re the one doing the breaking up.” His mouth hung open, ready to keep arguing until you said that. “So, is that what you’re doing, Katsuki? Didn’t think you’d give up so easily.”

“You think this is easy? This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done! Aren’t you scared? How can you feel comfortable around me after that?”

“Because I know for a fact you would never, ever, hurt me in your right mind. You would do absolutely everything in your power to protect me and make sure I am safe.”

“And what about when ‘m not in my right mind? When those nightmares take over?”

“That’s what these are for.” You scooped up the box from the floor and held it out to him. You were going to make him meet you if he wanted to know what was inside. He needed to make an effort.

It took him a second but then his feet moved. He was so careful to make sure not even your fingertips brushed as he took it from you. “You think some fuckin’ gloves are gonna keep you safe? Yeah, right. Thought you were smarter than that.”

“I take offense to that. These aren’t just some fuckin’ gloves,” You sassed right back at him, “These are how I’m gonna get you to come home again.” He arched a skeptical brow. “I’ve been working on these since the day you left,” You took a step forward and this time he remained rooted to the spot, “I actually got out of bed and started sketching designs that same night. Fell asleep at the table, Eiji carried me back to bed...” That seemed so long ago now.

There was about a foot of space between you and him. “I knew you wouldn’t come home without some plan in place so, this is my plan. I’ve done all I can on my own but I need you to actually test them out. My simulations can only tell me so much.”

Katsuki set the box down on his desk still looking unconvinced but he slid the black and orange gloves on his hands. Flexing his fingers to test the mobility, “They kinda feel like my hero gloves.”

“I modeled the fabric that touches your skin after the lining, you’ve always said you liked how cool it feels on your skin.”

“But, I can shoot through my gloves just fine, I don’t see how—“

“Would you just trust me! Do I half-ass any of my inventions?”

“No…”

“Do I plan things meticulously when I’m making something?”

“Yes.”

“Okay then. If you must know, when I say, ‘I modeled it after’, I mean that where your hero costume gloves only make your hands seem cooler, these will actually make them colder. The cooler you are, the less sweat you will produce, and therefore your explosions will be contained.”

“Contained within the gloves?”

“That’s the goal.”

He bit his lower lip. “Can we go to the lab now?”

A smile spread across your face and quickly fell when you made to grab his hand and he quickly pulled it out of reach. “I’m not touching you until we test these.”

When Katsuki went into the controlled chamber, you took a moment to text Eijiro and let him know how the evening was going so far. That you both were alright and Katsuki was open to the gloves. To say the redhead was thrilled was an understatement.

You kept a close eye on the temperature gauge to ensure it was regulating properly. There was a specific threshold you needed to make sure it would stay between, too high or too low would create problems in different ways.

Inside the chamber, Katsuki did everything he could think of to work up a sweat and the rest of his body was soaked but his hands remained chilled.

You didn’t tell him absolutely everything you’d done with the gloves, mostly because he always got bored with the science of it all. There was the cooling element, and the temperature regulation gauge but the outer two layers were meant for containment.

Even if he managed to build up a decent amount of sweat he shouldn’t be able to fire off any grand explosions with the gloves on and, so far, that seemed to be the case. There were a few minor ones that probably would have caused serious damage had the gloves been off, other than that though, things seemed to be working just as you intended.

It was almost two hours before Katsuki took a break. Breathing heavily when he walked back out to you. “That was great! Better than I hoped for a fir— oof!”

With the gloves still on, Katsuki pulled you to him, drawing you up so he could kiss you. The salty taste of sweat lingered on his lips and you didn’t care a single bit because he was holding you again, he was kissing you again. One of his gloved hands rested against your cheek and you wished for a second you could feel his familiar callouses underneath but this was more than enough for now.

“I fuckin’ love you,” He murmured, pressing his lips to you again, “’S much,” It was like he was trying to make up for lost time, “Thank you f’not givin’ up on me.”

It was your turn to rest your hands on his cheeks. “I will never give up on you, I promise.”

You got lost in each other a little while longer, breaking apart with heaving chests and swollen lips, “So,” The scientist in you came out, “any concerns?”

“Just one. If I do somethin’ like last time, what’s stopping me from just yankin’ these off?”

That was another feature you forgot to mention. You walked back to your station and held up a little remote. “I made three of these.” You pointed to a specific button, “I push this and a locking feature is activated. I used Eijiro’s grip strength as a reference for it. Only one button on one of the remotes is needed for it to be activated but both remotes are needed to deactivate it. So, if you break it, you’re kinda screwed until one of us can get here and use the backup.”

He nodded, deeming your answer good enough. He finally removed the gloves and you stared at his forearms, palms, and wrists in horror. “What the fuck, Kat…” They were blistered, so very red, they had to be hurting like hell and he hadn’t said a single thing. “I need to correct this. I thought it would just dissipate your quirk, not fire it back on you. Why the fuck didn’t you say anything!”

“I don’t want you changed a single thing about ‘em.” You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. “Listen, if I’m fuckin’ dumb enough to come after you again, I deserve a whole lot more than this!”

He slipped the gloves back on when you tried to reach for his hands. “Not without ‘em on. Please.”

“I need to fix them though.”

“There’s nothing to fix. If I don’t use my quirk while wearing them then I’ll be fine. If I use it, this will be the consequence.” There was no getting through to him, not now at least, and not by yourself. Maybe Eijiro would have better luck.

He squeezed your hand with the smallest smile, “Wanna go home?”

“More than anything.”

It’d been almost two months since Katsuki allowed himself back into the house you all shared. At first, it all felt like a dream to him, like he would reach out to touch something, expecting his hand to pass right through it. As days went by though, he slowly, very, very slowly, grew more comfortable in his space again.

It took him 3 days to put his arm around you on the sofa, six for you to cuddle into his side. Eight days to sleep in the same bed with you and Eijiro. Three weeks and a whole lot of convincing before he let you sleep between them again.

The gloves always had to be on though. He came home every single day wearing them, hell, he put them on the moment he left the agency. The only time he could be seen without them was when he was in the shower or if he was cooking. They were so versatile, he could do nearly anything with them, he didn’t see a reason to not wear them, especially when they kept the people he loved safe.

Both you and Eijiro joked that they were his armor. The shields he now always had up.

Just over a month had passed since he returned. Finally getting back into the rhythm of his normal life. He’d come home after work, tossed his keys in the little bowl by the door, unlaced his shoes, and placed them to the right of yours. He’d barely stepped foot in the kitchen when he heard the prettiest sounds coming from your bedroom down the hall.

Your sweet little moans that he’d missed so much tickled his ears quickened his heart, and went right to his cock. He was following your voice before he even realized what he was doing. Feet stopping him before he could walk in the room, instead, he just looked on from the doorway, watching your fingers tug at Eijiro’s hair, keeping that tongue of his in place as he brought you closer to your high.

Your eyes were shut, hips bucking against his boyfriend’s face desperately, making the redhead’s hands move off your breasts and hold your hips steady so he could have you exactly how he wanted.

“K-Kat,” He hadn’t seen those pretty eyes of yours open and he sure as shit didn’t see them land on him. His blood ran cold, he wasn’t ready for this again, he couldn’t trust himself like this with you again…

“I know, love,” Eijiro cooed and kissed his way up your thighs before Katsuki could even speak, “We’ll find a way to get him to play with you soon, promise.”

He hadn’t realized Katsuki had come home, you had to tell him, and now two sets of eyes were on him.

“You should join us.” Eijiro’s voice was thick, laced with lust, and Katsuki knew he was so hopefully this meant you all would be together again.

It killed him to admit, “I— I can’t.”

“Please, KitKat,” You whined with fingers dipping back into your heat in Eijiro’s absence.

The redhead got up off the bed and walked right up to his boyfriend who looked ready to bolt from the room at any moment. His lips were as warm as ever, and Katsuki groaned at the taste of you on his tongue. It impaired his better judgment, allowed Eijiro time to wrap his arm around him and pull him into the room, and shut the door. “If you don’t want to partake, at least let us give you a show.”

And shows were the only way Katsuki would partake… for weeks.

At first, you could admit, it was a little fun.

Katsuki couldn’t help but get hard from watching you and Eijiro together, he’d end up with his cock out usually making a mess across his abs or having Eijiro suck him off once you were completely spent.

It didn’t take the blonde long to graduate from simply watching to making requests. He liked the control, making Eijiro hold out a little longer or instructing the man to keep pushing you further when your legs were already shaking.

But, after a while, you were left craving more. What the three of you once shared.

You wanted Katsuki to press you up against the shower wall in the mornings like he used to while Eijiro slept in or, wrap your hand around his cock in the middle of the night, slowly stroking him until he woke up. If you tried luring him in now though, he wouldn’t have it. Anything more than making out and he would move across the room, a safe distance away, and ask Eijiro to step in.

He couldn’t keep pushing you away though, not forever, not if you all were really going to be able to work past this.

You’d curled up in his lap, watching a movie on a rare Saturday night that the three of you managed to have off together. You sat there, comfy and cozy knowing perfectly well that at some point one of you would get needy, it was just a matter of who would break first.

There was the way you angled your body into Katsuki, in just the perfect way so you could lay feather-light kisses against his neck. It made his gloved hand start to wander higher up your leg. The subtle shift of Katsuki’s arm brought you up just enough so his lips could meet yours.

Soft and slow, sucking in your lower lip, brushing against his with your tongue. You could feel his hand slow start to lift your shirt up and you flinched and the cool material making him jerk away with an apology on his lips.

“Kat, baby, please,” you mumbled against his lips.

He’s still kissing you and you can tell he doesn’t want to stop either. You can feel what you’re doing to him and yet he refuses to let you do anything about it.

You pulled back and pressed your hand to the side of his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone, seeing the pain you felt reflected in his eyes was almost too much to bear.

From the recliner, Eijiro cleared his throat. He’d seen the interaction, “I might have an idea…” He left the room, followed by yours and Katsuki’s quizzical looks that only grew when he came back with the very plain-looking box that was usually tucked under your bed, and one of the chairs from the sitting room.

“Eijiro…”

“Just trust me, man.”

You craned your neck trying to see what he was going to pull out and it ended up being the ropes that were usually reserved for you, so, logically, you moved off of Katsuki and moved closer to Eijiro. “Tonight these aren’t for you, cutie. I’ve got something else in mind.”

He kissed the top of your head and then held his hand out for Katsuki to take, wiggling his fingers playfully when he didn’t immediately grab it, and when he still didn’t take it, Eijiro crouched between his legs. “You told me you wanted to get past this…”

“Still do, but, I don’t think ‘m ready.”

It was almost odd seeing Katuski so timid about this, about anything at all!

“Can you please just try, for Y/N and me? You two can enjoy each other again and you won’t be able to use your hands this way. If you’re really not comfortable all you’ve gotta do is say the word and everything will stop, you know that.”

After a couple seconds and a quick glance at you, he gave a curt nod of his blonde head, Katsuki finally allowed Eijiro to pull him to his feet. He sat him down in the wide padded chair. “Arms on the rests f’me,” and you watched as Katsuki did exactly as he was instructed, giving up the control he usually wielded, “Thank you, baby.” Eijiro brushed the blonde hair off his forehead and kissed him softly before getting to work with the rope.

Katsuki might have been more precise and meticulous when tying you up but Eijiro also knew what he was doing. He focused more on your comfort than the overall aesthetic, so it didn’t surprise you when every few seconds Eijiro would check in with him, needing to know if anything was uncomfortable for him or too tight.

When Eijiro was confident his rope work was done, he knelt and help Katsuki slip out of the sweats he’d been wearing before looking over his shoulder at you with a grin. “Get comfy, love, he’s all yours.”

You wasted no time crawling right into Katsuki’s lap. There was no denying that you missed the way his arms would hold you, or how his hands were always so warm against your skin, but the groan he made when you settled over him, even with your panties still on, fuck, you’d missed it. You’d gotten used to his muscles being taught anytime he held you recently, even with the gloves on, his guard was up. But, the ropes seemed to provide him with an extra layer of safety that allowed him to really enjoy you once again.

“Missed you…” Your warm breath on his neck sent goosebumps racing over his skin, and his mouth hung open when your lips made contact. Eijiro on the opposite side alright lightly nibbling at the sensitive spot just below his ear.

All of you heard him strain against the ropes, peeking downward and watching his fingers flex.

“Eager, isn’t he, little one?”

“Mmhm,” You smiled while Eijiro teased and taunted, already feeling his aching cock right against your ass.

You reached around and wrapped your fingers around him, swallowing his groan with a kiss while you delicately swiped the pre that escaped him right off his tip and down his shaft. “Eiji, baby, ‘s so hard already.”

You could see those sharp teeth perfectly with the smile Eijiro wore, one of his hands moved from the back of Katsuki’s neck and into his hair. He had him by the roots, angling him back and you felt him twitch in your palm even as managed to spit a swear before Eijiro could kiss him.

With his mouth occupied you continued to focus on his cock and sucking a chain of love marks down his porcelain skin, using your free hand to try and pull the collar of his shirt down as far as you could, but unable to properly reach his collarbones had you huffing in frustration.

“’S the matter, baby?” Eijiro asked, his hand caressing your cheek.

“Wish we took his shirt off before he got tied up.”

“Oh, is that all?” That grin was back, “Lean back f’me, love, I can fix this.”

You did what he said and pressed Katsuki’s cock right to your ass in the process making him suck his teeth, the both of you keeping eyes on Eijiro’s hands that came over the blonde’s shoulders and fisted the cotton fabric that covered his chest.

He didn’t even have his quirk active, all he did was pull and the shirt never stood a chance. Hanging now in tatters off Katsuki’s frame, “Holy shit—!”, the both of you muttered in unison making Eijiro chuckle.

The action left your panties soaked and you really couldn’t wait any longer. Not even allowing yourself the time to stand and shimmy off your panties, you settled for just pushing them to the side and lining Katsuki up to your dripping cunt.

His hands gripped the sides of the chair so hard that if you could have seen his knuckles, you were sure they would’ve been white. “Fuck, princess—! Slower, ‘s been a while.” You could tell it wounded his pride to admit but took your time sliding down his cock per his request.

“Could guide me if you had those hands free and just took off those gloves…” You teased him.

“Shut it.”

“She’s right you know.”

“Yeah, I get it!”

You had him buried inside, feeling so full in his lap with your walls fluttering, and your hands resting on his chest. You kissed back up his neck, “Just tell me when I can move, baby, won’t go until you say so.”

He sucked in a few deep breaths through his nose because if you moved too soon, he’d bust long before he was ready. So, he let you and Eijiro toy with him. Kissing, sucking, and nipping at his skin, all the light lingering touches until he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Move.”

“Nicer,” Eijiro demanded of him.

“Please, move.”

You sweetly kissed his lips and lifted up off him just about halfway and then sank right back down to see how he’d do. The ropes strained again and it made you smile just knowing what he wanted to do.

He didn’t forget his manners this time, “More, please.” And you graciously gave him whatever he asked. Letting him control you with words rather than physically. He had to communicate, he had to tell you what he wanted, what he needed.

“Wanna see you.” He mumbled and it made you confused, all he had to do was tilt his head and he’d get a lovely view of the way his cock was vanishing inside you, but Eijiro knew what he meant.

He moved from his spot behind Katsuki, coming up behind you instead, “Think he wants these, baby,” His large fingers expertly pinched your nipples right through your shirt before his hands moved down to the hem. “Arms up for me.” He didn’t ruin your shirt like he’d done with your boyfriend’s. He lifted it off your body, kissing your shoulders once it was removed and giving Katsuki the perfect view of them bouncing as you kept on riding him.

“Pinch ‘em again f’me, Ei. Like it when she squirms.” And he would’ve if you hadn’t told him no, both men instantly freezing.

“If Kat wants that, he’s gotta do it himself.”

“What!?”

“You heard me,” You still lifted yourself up and down his shaft while you spoke, “No more being Eiji’s puppet master. If you wanna see something done to me, you’ve gotta take your armor off and do it yourself.”

Katsuki might have looked like his world was just spun sideways but Eijiro was actually chuckling. “I think you’re onto somethin’, baby girl.” He kissed your temple while Katsuki sputtered.

“The fuck she is!”

“Calm down. She’s listened to every instruction you’ve given her, slow down, go harder, whatever you’ve asked for, she’s given. I think it’s only fair that you can’t ask me to do those things for you anymore.”

Still, Katsuki’s jaw was set tight, and you knew he was pissed, that much was painfully obvious. What you could figure out was what he intended to do about it.

His garnet eyes darted between you and Eijiro like he couldn’t actually believe the two of you were siding with each other on this. For a second you wondered if you might have pushed too far, that this might have been too much for him to handle. Fear crept in and your hips nearly stilled.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop.” His words were practically a growl from someplace deep in his chest and you obeyed without a second thought. “Undo the binds.” Your walls clenched at the words and you knew you were in for it.

The moment the ropes fell to the floor Katsuki was standing, using cool hands to wrap your legs around him, keeping his cock still buried deep. Eijiro was just a second behind him, grinning like it was his damn birthday all the way to the bedroom.

Your back hit the mattress and before you let Katsuki do a single thing, you tapped the gloves, “Off.”

He tore them from his hands, throwing them against the far wall, and then scalding, scared hands pulled you in.

They felt different. It wasn’t the fact it had been months since he’d had them on you, you’d remember his touch anywhere. He had new scars from explosions he’d caused over the weeks his hands had been in the gloves. The damage he’d inflicted upon himself.

Katsuki leaned down to kiss you before doing anything else. “They’re alright. They don’t hurt. Promise.”

And he didn’t give you any more time to worry about it right then. He already had your hips up off the bed, “Getting in my fuckin’ way.” He ripped the panties that you never bothered taking off before using you like you were nothing more than a tool for his desires.

You got exactly what you’d been craving, there wasn’t a part of you Katsuki left untouched. Rough fingers tugging at your nipples, making them pull with each harsh snap of his hips. He groped at your ass, pulled at your hair, and pushed your legs further and further apart.

When one orgasm ripped through you he didn’t even falter. “Hell, princess, already?” He flipped you over, face pressed into a pillow and he positioned your ass exactly where he wanted it, watching your cum drip out and run down your thighs before pushing himself back in.

He would’ve stayed upright, fucking you with both feet planted on the ground, had it not been for Eijiro bending him over top you. What you wouldn’t have given to see the look on Katsuki’s face when Eijiro bullied his cock inside him. Your ears were flooded by a guttural moan, and your hips were gripped so tightly that bruises were bound to show up within the hour.

“Fuck, wait, Ei—!” Katsuki was twitching inside you and you waited for him to flood your cunt but he managed to hold off again.

“Awe, too much for our KitKat?”

You pushed the blond further, sitting on all fours, looking back at the two of them. Katsuki’s head dipped low, nearly resting on your back meanwhile, Eijiro teeth were sinking into his lower lip and you knew he was working his inches inside Katsuki little by little.

“Ah, there ya go.” He ran a soothing hand over Katsuki’s back, “Now, be good f’us and fill our little one up.” He retracted his hips and eased, back in quicker than before, making Katsuki push into you as well, “She’s been so needy for you, baby.” Eijiro repeated the motion, quicker still, “Talkin’ about how much she misses your cock,” Another thrust, “Oh. And she really misses your fingers on that pretty clit of hers.”

Katsuki didn’t need any more of a hint. Rough fingers were on your sensitive bundle of nerves in seconds and your arms gave way landing you on the pillow below that muffled your cry.

With the way he moved, clearly not forgetting exactly what you liked, he was going to have you cumming for him again in record time. “Kat!” You have to turn your head for him to properly hear you, “Feel s’good, baby. Wanna cum f’you.”

“You as— askin’ permission, princess?” Eijiro’s thrusts had him stammering and you just knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer either.

You nod your head but it wasn’t enough for either of them. “Words.” Both of them reminded you and you whined.

“Please! Please, yes, I’m asking!”

Eijiro still had a good pace going, rocking the both of you with ease. He had Katsuki so close the man could barely form a sentence so, Eijiro took it upon himself. “Cum when Kat does, little one, hold out until then.”

Katsuki can feel you practically sob, so close to the edge and not being allowed to let that cord snap. He kissed up your spine. “’M close, babe, just— fuck— hang on.”

Katsuki’s head was pulled back from your ear, lightly this time by Eijiro’s hand. “Do you wanna cum, baby?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then ask me.”

“Fu—“

“Ah-ah,” Eijiro cut him off, "I’ll drag this out for the both of you if you get your temper goin’. Try again.”

“Wanna cum, Ei. Fuck, I want it. Please, can y’make me cum?”

Sharp teeth were right against his earlobe. “Don’t let up on that clit of hers, understand?”

In an instant his fingers worked even quicker than before to the point you weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold out like Eijiro had ordered but then those teeth sunk into Katsuki’s shoulder and the hand he’d had posted on your hip flew to the back of Eijiro’s neck to hold him in place.

Your fingers fisted the sheets and Katsuki couldn’t keep his pace on your clit, instead, it was all jerky movements until his first rope of cum shot into you. And he had so much more to give. The way your orgasm milked him had him painting your walls white, filling you to the brim until his cum was leaking out and onto the sheets below.

Eijiro kept his teeth embedded until he came too, just a minute or so later.

Months ago, it used to be one of the boys who’d get up and make sure you had a warm towel to clean yourself up, or they’d be picking you up to take a bath, but not tonight though.

Eijiro pulled himself out and then helped Katsuki ease out of you and let you slowly roll over onto your back. He waited until Katsuki was situated in your arms, his head resting comfortably against your chest, and only then did Eijiro cuddle in beside the two of you. One arm under your neck and the other across Katsuki’s back.

You had both your hands playing with Katsuki’s blonde locks, running your fingers through them, scratching at his scalp. “Thanks.” He muttered and both you and Eijiro knew that covered so many different things.

“Don’t have to thank us.” Eijiro started and let you finish with, “You’re worth fighting for, KitKat. We love you.”

He snorted a laugh at the comments he deemed ‘too sappy’, and yet he was the one who, after insisting you all needed to shower, that he was gonna marry the two of you one day.

#mha #bnha #mha smut #bnha smut #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku x y/n #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #kirishima smut #bakugo smut #kiribaku smut

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chuuyasheaven · 8 months

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I think you should listen to the voices in your head they’re on to something

“—. . Hey, you’re doing great, love.”

Tags: Atsushi Nakajima / fem! Reader, virgin! Reader, softdom! Atsushi, rlly fluffy beginning, pet names, praising kink, mentions of scars (Atsushi), might contain grammar errors, rushed drabble, rushed ending, slight swearing, etc.

Notes: Hope y’all are satisfied with my voices winning (jokes), but srsly, enjoy!

He was really patient with you, not rushing you to the slightest. Right now, he was kissing you passionately and softly, normally this would be it. No wonder he was taken aback when you spoke up about wanting to continue.

“. .Um, Atsu.”, you asked quietly. “Yeah? Is something wrong—”, he said, only to be distracted by your flushed face. “I need to tell you. .something, if that’s alright with you.”, without any eye contact, you decided you were ready to do it, you needed him tonight.

Atsushi looked at you, waiting patiently for you to continue. “I’m ready, Atsushi,”, you continued, “. . .I-i want you tonight.”, he only needed a few seconds to realize what you were on about, before his cheeks slightly adapted a flushed pink.

“. .A-are you sure? I don’t wanna force you.”, “I trust you, i thought about it and I’m sure. . I just need you to guide me through it.”, you assured Atsushi, making him smile gently. “If that’s what you want, then i will, love. . I will make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”, he responded softly, promising everything he just said.

You kissed him again, Atsushi kissed back, he leaned towards you and making you fall on your back softly. As he was above you now, both of you let go of the kiss. Atsushi took off your shirt, revealing your bra. “Can my bra stay on?”, you asked him nervously.

Atsushi only smiled at you softly, responding almost instantly. “Of course, if it makes you uncomfortable taking it off, it can stay on.”, you smiled back at him, relieved he didn’t force you. Meanwhile, Atsushi worked his own shirt off, revealing his chest but also his childhood scars.

You stared at them at first and then gently traced over them. “They’re pretty, Atsu. .”, Atsushi’s hand was placed over your yours on top of his scars. “Not prettier than you, darling.”, he responded with a blushed face, probably appreciating the compliment.

When his hands got down to the waistband of your pants, he looked at you for consent. “Yes, you can, dear.”, you allowed him. With your consent, he revealed your panties slightly staring at them. As Atsushi snapped back to reality, he took off his own pants. Since the both of you were almost naked, you kissed one more time before Atsushi asked you something again. “Is it okay. . . If I take them off for you?”, you nodded, so he wasted no time removing your panties, taking his own underwear off after.

Looking at eachother, you could tell you both were excited. Making the bed shift, Atsushi made his way over to top you again. He leaned next to your face, getting ready to do ‘it’ with you. “Tell me to stop when it hurts too much, alright?”, nodding again, Atsushi started to enter your hole.

Your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling, small pain with an bigger amount of pleasure. Fully in, Atsushi asked to make sure you’re okay. “Is this okay? Do you need time to adjust?”, you opened your eyes to answer. “I-I’m fine. . everything’s fine, jus’ n-need time to adjust. .”, you slightly whined.

After the stinging sensation was over and pleasure washed over, you gave Atsushi the go. First, he almost pulled out, then slammed it back in, kinda harsh at first. “H–hah! . P-please be gentle, Atsu. . .”, you told him, he nodded and his thrusts got softer. When Atsushi made up a rhythm, which was soft and gentle, his hands went on to grab your hips. Yours gripped his shoulders, still careful to not leave a mark. “—S–shit, feels so good, darling. .”, you just moaned at that, since this felt way too good to be thinking straight.

As he kept on thrusting, Atsushi let More praises fall from his lips. “S–so good. . just f’ me.”, he would slur. “F—feels amazing, doesn’t it, princess?. . Let m–me know, please. .”, was also pretty common. “Such a–a good girl. . fuckkk. . .”, wow, this was. .unexpected?

All the praise and Atsushi fucking you, got you sent over the edge, making you orgasm around his cock. The way you creamed over his dick also sent him over the edge. “‘M close, want me t–to cum inside. . ?”, you shook your head as saying no.

“A–alright,”, Atsushi whimpered while pulling out and emptying his load on your stomach. Heavily breathing, you both tried to get down of your orgasms. After catching your breath again, Atsushi spoke one last time. “—Okay, j–just stay here. . Let me get you cleaned up. Do you want me to get you something?”

Alright, eat up you sluts !!

#bungo stray dogs atsushi #bsd atsushi #atsushi bsd #atsushi smut #atsushi nakajima #bungo stray dogs smut #bsd smut #Rei’s drabbles !! 💗

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sand-stinger · 6 months

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my gift for @bluwashere13 as part of @mcyt-halloween !!

There was one (1) mention of Lizzie in their request so I went ham and made a Vampire!Lizzie AU

this was so fun to work on!! i tried to not make it too spooky but also i. love vampire AUs so much <333

doodle page and ranting about the AU below the cut <3

(my favorite is the top left doodle)

ok so I was originally going to write a fic for this but i didn't have the time/motivation, and now im left will all the wack au ideas that wouldve been included

the main difference in this AU is that Lizzie's a vampire- that's it mostly, everything else follows closesly with canon

life giving/receiving is personalized in this AU

--- lizzie gives/receives extra lives by vampire-biting them (she usually does it on the neck for drama, but it would work anyplace else. she's just extra) , martyn uses an axe as the magic conduit, scar does some sort of blood mixing, and those are all the people i thought of so everyone else is a mystery

--- since lizzie's thing is so violent she tries to hide it as much as possible. card up her sleeve and all

vampires in this one are fae-adjacent in that they can lie (and in lizzies case they have wings) but they cannot break oaths/promises (by extension, this forces the other person(s) participating in the oath also 100% bound to their promise)

that is important bc instead of giving it straight away, lizzie promises Ren his life for his loyalty. since he kinda sorta needs that life he doesnt leave when lizzie turns red and they become power duo. lizzie knows that once ren gets his life he's free to dip so she kinda holds it over his head

however comma when ren DOES find out about her vampire everything he freaks and accuses her of being a monster with an unfair advantage, and they get into a big fight during the battle where lizzie originally died (which is what the main art is based off of)

ren gets his promised life as hes on his perma-death bed, and stays with lizzie out of like. residual obligation after that

neither of them win tho

anyway thats all of my ideas! i really hope you like this blu, happy halloween >:D

#art with sand in it #last life #trafficblr #last life fanart #fairydog #vampire au #ldshadowlady #rendog #fairy fort #rambles rambles rambles #i did have like. 3k words written for the fic but its not done and i Will Not be finishing it so i hope the au rambles are enough

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fishbloc · 10 days

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hiiii friend (it’s birdie shhh didn’t want to send on my main blog) i fully support avoiding wips as i am doing the same so here is my question:

what, if you have any, are some of your favorite desert duo headcanons? can be scar or grian individually or them together

HIII BIRDIE sorry one of the wips is said yours related sigh . we're in this nightmare blunt rotation together

anyway. im gonna answer this in both for general and my WTLT!verse because theyre kinda different LOL sorry this gets long

general hcs 1) scar is a... very practical guy i would say. despite his strength lies in his words he would still favour showing care and affection. yknow stuff like cutting fruits for someone without asking. hes littered with small fleeting gestures and only someone who knows him well enough like grian could pick up on them 2) personally i always see grian as the loud annoying friend/partner/whatever you wanna call it. sure he sometimes uses it as an excuse to repress things he doesnt wanna talk about (this is where scar would usually coax him out of it) but his loudness can be really handy at times when an uneasy awkwardness fall between them. ALTHOUGH this doesnt mean grian won't 'shut down' when the situation arises (because i like quiet grian too) 3) not sure how to fit in one small paragraph about my dynamic hc for them but i can say with full conviction grian and scar would stick fruit labels onto each other's forehead when grocery shopping to piss the other off. hope this helps 😁😁

where the light touches hcs: 1) i really really like the hc that scar is so unphased by everything because hes jaded like that (whether a placid facade or no) like oh suddenly he managed to sign himself up for a death game. oh heres an immortal who wounded up in his path. oh suddenly he needs to start manipulating people to win. and hes like ok 👍 (he was first runner up in 3rd life for a reason) 2) for grian i like that hes kinda cunning in his own way. like yes hes not to full power with his watcher abilities stripped away and he can be kinda weak at times, but then he uses this front to trick people and when their guards are let down and turns the battle's tide with it. literally a small guy who packs a punch to those who underestimate him 3) for the both of them, my hc will always be that they have no choice but to trust each other wholeheartedly. because one small falter can cause their faction to fall and the only way they succeeded is because they dont second guess every time when the other will put a knife behind their back. sure this is not a popular hc but in 3rd life grian constantly stood by scar's side so. also its my storyverse and i get to pick the dynamics!!!!

#sorry i yapped #me when i dont play around with desertduo.....#have fun reading my nonsense LMAOO 😭😭😭#邮箱

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grvyrd-drms · 8 months

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TOBY ROMANCE HCS BUT WITH A TRANSMASC READER PUHLEASEEEE

toby rogers x transmasc!reader hcs

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A/N: as a cis girl that 1. has many transmasc friends and 2. has dated transmasc guys, i hope you're satisfied with my work lol!! i got kinda silly with this one i'm just too funny.

CW: mild mild mild NSFW, transmasc!reader, brief nudge to internalized homophobia

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-toby is so conflicted at first. him????? a HOMOSEXUAL?????? oh me oh my!! you bet!!

-he just cannot help staring at you behind his hooded droopy eyes. smirking at your jokes, wanting to spend more time around you. realizes his cheeks get all rosy when you get too close to him.

-i hc that he has big dorky feet, so if you use diy packers you'd definitely end up using his socks (please wash them beforehand he's been running around in the woods all day) to really get that big pp effect ykwim 💪💪💪.

-sometimes forgets that you're not biologically a guy and gets taken back at first when he remembers you're trans tbh. like there's just no doubt in his mind, whatever you want to be, that's what you are to him.

-totally doesn't care wether you wear your binder or not, or if you walk around shirtless. he's just so excited to have someone who tenderly loves and cares for him.

-anyone who gives you shit is dead before they even finish their sentence. even if you aren't bothered by it, he is. how fucking dare anyone be transphobic towards his boyfriend. will use any weapon/object nearby without even thinking.

-definitely steals T for you if you're at the manor and don't have access to it. five finger discount (in his terms that means he threatened to take off the five fingers of a doctor for it).

-(if you're on T) competes with you to see which one of you can grow facial hair faster. he doesn't grow much so you'd probs end up winning tbh.

-is so casual about your body. during intimate times he's just so pathetic that he doesn't care which holes you have lmaoo. he just wants to please you.

-staring issue. means no harm by it, but he just can't help getting lost in every curve, every crevice, every beauty mark and scar on your body.

-a little handsy so he may or may not touch/squeeze your chest during intimacy. absolutely loses his shit if he upsets you though. like totally spirals. you're gonna have to reassure him afterwards that you're okay lol.

-BIG HUGE cuddler. loves to just hold you in peace. he loves your body more than anything in the world.

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i hope i made you proud anon 🫡

#ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #toby rogers #transmasc #transmasc reader #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta smut #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #:3 #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby fanfic #gay

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spooky-pomegranate · 8 months

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So I found your “Violence and Timing” fic which led me to ao3 and I binge read every chapter. It is really good. Like really good. Like really fucking good. Like I was up all night last night just reading through those chapters because it’s so good. I just had to let you know because wow. I’m kinda sad I finished all the chapters so far because I feel like I just finished a tv show and I always get sad whenever I finish those. So yeah… just letting you know your writing is top tier.

It Was Supposed to Be Simple:

Captain Price x F Reader Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: For Price, it was supposed to be a simple mission. For you, it was supposed to be the most important meeting of your life. But nothing ever goes to plan, does it? (A/N: Thank you so much @peepawsbeardhair ! That's incredibly sweet to say. I've put a lot of excerpts from that story on Tumblr and people seem to eat it up, but I've never posted the first chapter. Maybe it's time?! )

--------------------- RUSSIA. DECEMBER 2022 ---------------------

“Bravo 5 how copy?”

Captain Price’s surveillance crackled to life in his ear as Gaz responded, “Approaching Building 1 from the west now sir.”

“Rog. Ghost what’s your status?” The bitter winds burned his lunges with each deep breath.

Another crackle, “In position on the east. Ready to breach on your order Captain.”

The blizzard had made for good cover. In the ten minutes Price had occupied his overwatch position nearly half an inch of snow had gathered on his back. His fingers ached as he pinched his radio.

“Alright lads. On my order in 3, 2, 1. Go!”

For the next several minutes gun smoke, fire, and blood filled the air. The mission was simple. Enter the building, kill any armed guards, and secure the intel.

The location, albeit currently freezing Price to his very core, hadn’t been a complicated one either. An old remote KGB intelligence outpost deep in the heart of Siberia; small, run-down, minimally guarded.

“Nothing that’ll win you chest candy.” Ghost had quipped when Laswell briefed the trio on the mission.

While Price fired another sniper round into the building, he thought back to the last words Laswell had said to him before he had boarded the helo at base.

“We have solid intel the Russians are planning something John. Something big. I know this isn’t the type of job I usually ask of you boys, but we need this intel and we need it now.”

Price didn’t mind that it was a straightforward mission. In fact, he was looking forward to something simpler. Scars and nightmares often reminded Price of his more complicated missions. He hoped this trip wouldn’t add to either of his unwanted collections.

Another cackle over the comms, “Captain, the building is clear.”

“Copy you Lieutenant. You have eyes on the intel?”

“Yes sir. But Captain…” Price heard Ghost’s voice waver ever so slightly. The most minute change in pitch.

“Bloody hell Price, you’re gonna want to see this.”

--------------------- LONDON. DECEMBER 2022 ---------------------

“Just a hot coffee black. You know what actually, can you add a shot of espresso in there? Sorry, yeah thanks.”

“One red-eye. Anything else today?”

“No, no that’s all thanks.”

You knew the caffeine wouldn’t help your shaky hands. The extra shot certainly wouldn’t quell your uneasy and empty stomach either, but you moved onward, grabbing your order and heading out to the street. You had more important things to worry about today.

As you took your first sip a text came through on your cell.

“In the lobby now. They want to move meeting w/ Deputy CTO up. Didn’t say why. Can you be here in 10?”

Luckily you’d been pacing around the same three London blocks for 20 minutes now.

“Be there in 2.”

You crossed the street and made your way into the towering high-rise lobby. It was crowded with businessmen. You tried to scan the room for your boss. Where the hell was he? Damn it, all these men in suits looked the same.

“Didn’t get me a coffee then?”

“Jesus! Oh my god, I didn’t see you sitting there. Why the hell did you scare me like that!?”

You nearly spilled your coffee whirling around to face your boss. He’d been quietly sitting in a corner, briefcase and winning smile in tow.

“And why are there so many people in this goddamn building right now anyway?”

You tried to calm yourself a bit. The espresso was a bad choice. Your nerves were on fire.

“Did you forget who we’re meeting with today? Half the people in here are Secret Service. We’re lucky the CTO has a few minutes to spare for us between these international summit meetings. ”

You looked around the room. Now that he’d said it, you realized there weren’t a lot of grey hair men in the lobby. Most of these guys were younger, closer to 30, and their posture was straighter than anyone who normally spent 8 hours a day slumped over a desk.

“Right, yeah that makes sense.”

“Hey.”

You looked back at your boss. He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“We got this okay. Don’t be nervous. You’ve made something that’s gonna change the world, so let’s change it okay.”

You took a deep breath and nodded.

“Okay. You’re right.”

“I’m always right.” He huffed out a low chuckle. “Let’s head to the elevators. We’re meeting on the 56th floor.”

Your boss grabbed his briefcase, you clutched your coffee, and the two of you made your way across the room. As you waited for an elevator you took a final look over the cramped lobby when you thought you saw… him. He was in a black jacket, dark jeans, boots, and a hat pulled low over his face. You were sure it was him. It couldn’t be. But it…

“You coming or what?” Your boss’s voice cut through your racing thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m coming” You entered the elevator and tried to put the man’s image out of your mind. It was probably just the coffee and your nerves. A mirage brought on by stress and anxiety. You really didn’t need that extra shot.

A very official-looking staffer met you on the 56th floor. She led you to the meeting space, a modern but sterile-looking conference room with floor-to-ceiling windows, tinted glass separating the room from the hallway, and a massive oak table with a dozen chairs.

“The Vice President and Deputy Chief Technology Officer will be with you both shortly. Please have a seat.”

“Wait the Vice President? Like the Vice President of the United States? He’s coming to our meeting? I thought we were just meeting with the Deputy?” The sentences jumped out of your mouth quicker than you would have liked.

“Yes, as you may know, the Vice President has made technology and anti-terrorism efforts a focus of his office for several years now. He’s been briefed on your work by the CTO and is eager to discuss further details with you both.”

And with that sudden news, the staffer disappeared, slipping back out into the hallway.

As you watched her figure move down the hall behind the tinted glass, the walls felt like they were starting to push in on you. Could the ceiling be dropping in on you too? You took another sip of your coffee, nerves fully on fire again.

Several more minutes of pacing and pep talks occurred before the conference room door opened again. The staffer was back with important friends this time.

After the most formal introductions of your life, your boss took over with his presentation. It’d been decided a long time ago he’d handle the flashy intro and you’d seal the deal with the demo. This was your baby after all and no one knew it better than you.

As your boss finished the pitch you stood from your chair, resting your hands firmly on the briefcase he’d brought. The leather was cool and soft.

You locked eyes with your boss. His eyes crinkled at you again. You felt the air come back into your lungs and the walls didn’t feel so close anymore. You could do this.

As you slipped your hands inside the briefcase the sound of heavy boots echoed outside. Black shadows in the shape of half a dozen men darkened the tinted glass separating the conference room and the hallway. Then came the voices; deep, angry, decidedly unAmerican.

“If you fucking muppets don’t let me into that room I promise you you’ll regret ever stepping foot in this bloody country.”

An agent whipped opened the conference door, nearly tumbling over as four combat-clad men pushed their way inside.

“Diaz, what’s going on?” The Vice President eyed the fumbling agent.

“Sir, we need to move you to…”

The agent's voice was cut off as the windows behind you exploded rocking you forward. Shards of glass rained down on your back as your ribs collided with the oak table. Every ounce of air was knocked from your lungs as you crumbled to the floor. The table toppled over onto its side in front of you while behind you the room opened up to the London skyline.

Total silence enveloped the room except for a high pitch buzzing that felt like it was crawling its way out from deep inside your ear.

Enormous pain rippled throughout your chest as you reached above you for the briefcase now precariously dangling off the edge of the table. You pulled the smooth leather to your chest.

As your braced your forearms on the ground and pushed yourself up to your full height you heard a murmur of a deep voice. Someone was trying to penetrate the ringing in your ears, but you couldn’t understand. The buzzing was still too loud.

Fully upright you came face to face with one of the foreign soldiers. He towered several inches above you, a British flag squarely on his chest. His steely blue irises glanced over your body and when his eyes came back to rest on your face his pupils were nearly double in size.

Then the soldier lunged at you.

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Price wrapped one of his hands around your waist and the other on the back of your head as he tackled you to the floor. He didn’t care about the bruises he’d leave on your hip as he pressed his full weight roughly against you. He needed you on the ground now.

“Get down! Sniper on the roof across the street. Soap take him out now!”

“On it!”

Before Soap could pull out his rifle the first shot rings throughout the conference room. Price watches as it slams into a businessman’s chest ripping flesh and bone. He can taste the terribly familiar scent of coppery blood in the air.

Before the crimson cloud can even reach the carpet, another shot. This one takes down the stubborn agent who delayed Price getting into this room. A mist of blood plumes where the man once stood. Price grits his teeth.

Then another bang. This time the staffer is down.

Soap fires next. His Scottish timbre yells out, “Sniper down.”

Ropes drop down outside the building. Price knows this means the fight is just beginning. He quickly kneels removing himself from you and grabs your hand, yanking you to a seated position. He can see tears forming in your eyes. He can’t worry about exfiltrating a civilian now. Secure the high-value officials and eliminate the threat, those words repeat in his mind like a command he’s ordering to himself. There are only seconds before this room will be invaded.

But he won’t leave you here out in the open, he can’t watch another civilian die if he can stop it. So without saying a word he looks at you and points to a spot behind the overturned table. He hopes you’ll understand his wordless intention. You hadn’t answered him when he’d asked if you were alright after the blast, a shot eardrum from the blast most likely.

Price lets out a small breath as he watches you scurry to cover behind the overturned table.

He reminds himself of his own order, secure the officials. Price barks, “Gaz, Ghost get the VP and CTO out of here now! Roof’s compromised take the stairs. Go!”

“Moving now sir.” Ghost answers.

Then comes the smoke, the Russian voices, and the sound of boots crunching on carpet and broken glass. Prices slides in next to you behind the cover of the large overturned oak table, shoulders and thighs pressing up against each other. He can feel your body shaking. He doesn’t need to see your face to know that tears are down your cheeks by now.

Price peers around the table. The smoke is thick. Wait, he tells himself. The haze will thin out soon with the windows blown away. Wait … for the moment to strike. Wait… for the enemy to compromise themselves. Wait… because everything in Price’s life depends on the perfect balance of violence and timing.

One of the Russians get’s impatient and fires a rogue round into the ceiling. Patience pays off and Price shoots his pistol. One down.

The smoke is clearing fast now. Price moves from his cover behind the table. Soap emerges from the receding smoke with him. They fire and fight together, pushing their way forward toward the London skyline with bullets, knives, and brute force. Russians falling one by one in their wake.

There’s no one left in front of Price to gun down when he hears a scream from behind him. You’re standing by the door, briefcase clutched to your chest, and knife to your throat. One of the Russians must have taken the stairs from the roof down, sneaking into the room during the fighting.

Price tries to remind himself to wait. To wait for the right moment. To pair his violence with perfect timing… but your eyes. Your eyes beg him not to. Your eyes beg Price to move now, to fight now, to save you now.

So he moves. Price raises his pistol and fires. But at that same moment, you move and two bodies hit the floor.

Fuck. What had Price done?

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 1 year

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All Hell Breaks Loose Pt. 4.

Hello there my loves, i brought to the next part of my angst series. :D Still no happiness, just excitement and all the feels in the world. So, it's not my first time to bring in some other love interest (i'm greedy af), i can't help it, i love it. Also i'm thinking about a sequel with Graves, let me know if ya'll interested in that. Happy reading!

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of torture, injuries, military men, canon typical violence, Graves is bad (but i kinda like it), as i see it now it's lighter than the previous chapters.

Summary: You need to remind Graves of your shared past, hoping for more and easier time with him while Ghost and the team puts together a plan to get you out of the shadows by becoming one.

You have his attention. His full and utter focus. Everything froze in place when the words left your mouth, and you could even hear a pin drop. You see memories flashing on his battle scarred face, and for a moment, a tiny little second you see Phil, your friend, your partner, your most trusted companion. Only for a moment really, while the pain lives so urgent in you, it's a weak split second, but you can't deny it. It leaves you as soon as the numbness take over in your mind, so you can block out the the physical body you are trapped in.

Graves stares at you. No visible emotion displayed on his features, he just stands there, arms crossed over his bulletproof vested chest. This is not the time to stop damnit.

"Because i remember. Fuck it was a good time to be a Shadow, wasn't it? Doing important and reckless shit while making a shit ton of money. "

His eyes widen, maybe not so recognizable for his men, but you know you stirred something up in him. What you don't know, if anything, a shallow wave of nostalgia that hits him, but it's perfectly enough for you. A small grip on him, but it's better than nothing.

"Leave." He states, eyes remaining on you. You hold his gaze, brave and stupid enough to do so, no fucking way he can have the gratification of seeing you tormented any longer.

Shadows leave without a word, but not without some suspicious looks towards you and Philip. It's quite quick, how they clear the room with ease, remembering they are not only mercenaries and criminals, but soldiers too.

You feel yourself let out a breath, left with the only person who can provide some familiarity, conflicting feelings clash in you as you realize you trying to find comfort in the person who's hurting you with no remorse. But for now, you'll let yourself to be more vulnerable if it means you can have a win in a long run. You sigh again, Simon's face flashing in front of before you speak again. You gather every moment that you can recollect about Philip Graves, involving all the cases where he was stuck between you thighs. You want to replace those memories with better and happier ones. But for now, you need to push Simon in the back of your mind in order to have a grip on reality.

"Who would have thought, that we will end up like this. On the opposite sides of the battlefield. Not me for sure, not when i was tangled in between the sheets with you. Damn, i thought i can fucking conquer this piece of shit planet with you by my fucking side." The images of him, a younger, cleaner, healthier him, with a shiteating grin, clutching an AR firmly, already turned on by just a look at you mirroring his smugness. The thoughts start to mix up with memories of the 141 seeping into your life. Your brain tries so hard to replace the naked and filthy recollections with Philip, it feels so surreal to think about purposely of him, while you yearn for Simon and only Simon.

He looks sheepish, hell almost sad if you are being honest. Maybe not every human part in him is lost. Not that it matters, it doesn't. He'll die at the end of this, either with you or by your hands.

"After that mission everything changed. The job, the team, you, us. Every fucking thing turned upside down because you was greedy. You had everything on this world, and you wanted more. More money, more to your name, more power, more more more." You rant, words spilling like they should have years ago. You need time, you have to gain time for the guys to get inside. That's what matters, not Graves and his feelings. Not your feelings.

"OH FUCK OFF! Like you didn't enjoyed it. You fucking loved every damn minute of my power. You fed off of it like a hungry leech, you were a lost puppy until you met me, always ridiculed by the others, always the outcast." He tries to get to you, get under your skin. Just by the look on his face you see that he counts on you getting defensive, clinging to your truths, to yell and ague. And you don't do it, he so mindful that he leaves you time to speak up, to regain some strength to go against his acclaims.

"You can say whatever you want, Philip. I know what i know, it's my memories too. And at that time, you looked pretty much like someone whos enjoying it. Everything of it. You can be fucking mad at me for leaving, admitting that you went to far with it, it won't fucking change a thing. You lost. You lost the day when you did that job for Sheperd. You aren't the one who came out on top, and i know you fucking despise the feeling. Oh i know. It's written all over your face, i have seen it a million times before, and those scars on your pretty face couldn't hide that from me." Shit you have to be careful what you say, you are aware of the things he is capable of. But the words just comes so effortlessly.

"Because you know me so well, huh? You think you have that against me? Darling this goes both ways. Does dear Simon knows what horrible things you have done to amaze me?" He smiles wickedly, just like so many times in your past. He's getting close to you, enjoying the bickering between you two, the back and forth, it's entertaining him. He waits for your response. "I bet he doesn't. You just smile sweetly, nod 'yes sir', riling him up on the field just to spread your legs later. Yes of course you do that."

"Don't tell me you are jealous now Phil." You smile up at him, the upward stance of your lips feeling out of the place considering your position, but it sets him off completely. "Yes you are. You just went through all the times in your head when you were lucky enough to experience me. All the secret glances, all the 'yes sir's you like so much, the sneaking around, fucking me into the wall as soon as we hit safety. Oh you do remember Istanbul just the way i do, don't deny it."

He smiles too, maybe too openly, too honestly for your liking. After all, he is still Philip Graves. He's not immune to you. You still have a firm hold on him, since the day you put down your Shadow patch. No, since way before that. Now you can taste freedom on your tongue.

"Jealous? Why darling? I have you, am i not?"

And with that, a genuine smile on his lips, he leaves you bleeding onto the old wooden chair.

It's the most unnatural feeling. To wear a shadows gear. Ghost feels almost naked without his own shit, skull changed for a plain black mask, the M4 alien in his hands, with the wrong attachments, his senses altered by acting like a Shadow.

From the moment the light-bulb lit up in his head, he felt lighter, suddenly he had a clear view on the operation.

"We thought about it Lieutenant, we went through it, and it's not possible. " Price was right, they went over it. Multiple times, but they never talked about one.

"No, it's possible. We did a job, it was one of her first with us. She went undercover, completely alone, in the blind, with only a code phrase. 'The good ol' days' in a shite accent you 've just heard. We teased her about for weeks after that." Soap explained, his face displaying a fondness of the memory.

"She wants us to go in alone, separately?" Price is shocked, not understanding it yet.

"She wants one person in there. One person is enough. If he's inside, and we set out a number of distractions, Graves will be busy with that, thinking we are using brute force to get inside."

Price and Gaz both looked wary of the idea. Yeah it can work, but will it work?

"We choose one Shadow who patrols outside. Preferably alone for at least minutes, i grab his stuff, get in, follow orders until i exactly know where she is. When i find where she is held, i can give out a signal to you for decoy." Simon feels life blooming inside him, the first usable plan in days. The one he knows will work.

"Let's say you find her, how do you get her out? She will be heavily guarded, you are one hell of a soldier Simon, but you are only one man." In any other scenario, he would have agreed with John. Him alone isn't enough, but he's never been more sure of anything.

"She will be guarded, but he'll have to cut the numbers if we hit the decoy right. If he thinks we are coming onto him with an army, he'll focus his strength on that, not guarding a door. Yes, a number of Shadow's will be there, including me."

There is no space left for protest or doubts. While Simon couldn't assure Price fully, he still went with the idea. Honestly it was the best they've got.

That led Simon to a Shadow about his height, wandering outside far enough and long enough to put on his clothes. He won't need them no more. He's walking down a hallway, listening to directions and orders from the radio, occasionally Shadows passing by. Not one of them paid any attention to him, to his surprise.

Simon is okay. He's on the field, alone, right in the middle of the monsters belly, on the edge of danger and safety. He likes the rush of it, he thrives in this situations. This is the first time in days he felt in control, despite he's more like out of control. Completely. He needs to wait and see, gather the intel, orientate himself from the memory of the blueprint. He knows where he's going, but he doesn't.

"Soldier! Where are you going?" A stern voice behind him calls out, probably for the poor guy who should be in the suit. He acts on his sudden fright, plays into it like he's caught like a kid fumbling in the cookie jar. "Let me hear it."

Well shit.

"I had to take a piss." He mumbles out, feeling his cheeks burning under the mask. He hasn't done this in ages, honestly he forgot how irritating it was to be ordered around, and questioned all the damn time in his early days in the military.

"No shit boy, you took a while. Now get back to Jameson, he's been talking my ear off about how long you take all the fucking time."

Ghost stands there, completely baffled by the absurdness of being scold for taking a piss for too long. "Not just stand there moron, MOVE"

Okay fuckin 'ell. He turns right on the corridor, hoping praying that it's the old locker rooms what they use for keeping you. Rooms are small, reachable and easy to look out for. There is one way in, bet plenty of ways to get you out of there, just in case. If he would have a captive, that's the best place to held them.

The voice behind him doesn't follow, or speak up again, so they choose the right person. There was a heated debate at the table around the blueprint on who is the lucky bastard to die quick. Soap and Ghost was on the same page about their guy, and so far it's payed off great.

Simon can feel it in his chest that he' s close, gloved fingers tingling on the weapon. He tries not to grip on it too hard, ease his hold, not look so fucking tense, but how can he be not tense when you are somewhere behind a door. How can he not be on the fucking edge?

He slows his steps down as soon as he meets two other men mindlessly kicking the dust with their boots in their boredom. Just where he thought they would be, locker rooms, one or two door before maintenance rooms. Three people guarding you isn't that of a surprise when other Shadows walking by every goddamn minute. It's crowded, people come and go in the neighboring hallway, and by the look of them, Ghost is in the very place where he wants to be.

"Finally you sonovabitch, right about time dude, i thought i'm gonna shit myself soon." The shorter guy leaves with that. Ghost takes his place on the other side of the rusty metal door. The fucking door he dreamed about every minute of his restless sleep. And now he found it, but he can't just barge through. He can't do that. He can't.

Simon tries not to think about anything. Not the hostiles walking around unknowingly of his presence, not the burning in his veins, not the utter silence behind the door. That silence what makes him question everything. Are you even there? What if he's guarding the fucking weapon stash? Or supplies?

He knows you are close, but his mind can't stop doubting the instinct. He just knows. He always knows when you are close. When you sneak up on him at the mornings to wrap your hands around his torso, while he pours the steaming hot coffee for both of you, when you slide soundlessly under the sheets after your millionth of gaming youtube video that evening, seeking his warmth with tired eyes. He just knows, and he's never been wrong. Right?

His mind could eat him alive, but he chooses to press on the small device between his fingers and the M4, letting know the team it's time. Whatever happens after this, he'll get trough.

Exactly 180 seconds later, the alarms goes off after a small shake of the ground under him. He's ready to bring hell to this place.

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barrenclan · 2 months

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Given that you’re a fan of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, do you have any ideas for a song/songs that would fit any character/s?

OH BOY! Absolutely! :D Here's a few;

"You Stupid Bitch" is obviously a perfect Slugpelt song; that kind of self-deprecation, especially the kind of sardonic hatred that it personifies. With the lyrics about Josh I can also imagine it taking place directly post-Cashew abandoning her.

"You ruined everything You stupid bitch You ruined everything You stupid, stupid bitch"

"Yes, Josh completes me, but how can that be When there's no me left to complete"

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Hilariously, I can kinda imagine "After Everything I've Done For You" as a Ranger to Rainhaze song? Although not all of the lyrics fit I really like the tone of Ranger singing 'how dare you be so ungrateful, for me ruining your life'. It'd also pretty Dustfeather pretty well.

"After everything I've done for you (That I didn't ask for) Do you have any idea The work you're undoing?"

"What's that look on your face? You're horrified You think I'm a monster For doing your dirty work You think love is stainless and pure But beneath all the fantasy There's filth and there's gore"

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And then as a complete joke how about "Let's Have Intercourse" with Deepdark. What a charmer! He's so early-season Nathanielcore.

I'm not adding lyrics... just listen to the song.

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Yes, The Nowhere King is already on the PATFW playlist!

I do appreciate a good FNAF song, especially since Pizzaria is my second favorite game. (SL is first.) Hm, this one is interesting! I can see it fitting Rainhaze pretty well...

"It's a bright new day, and it's your time to shine Time to take your career into your own hands Spend all your money and the stars, they will align"

"Wait, I hear voices on every side And I wonder where And I wonder why Where do they hide?"

"I'm sorry, you've been misinformed This is just a never-ending labyrinth and nothing more Endless circles of fear Chasing cries of children that seem so near Out of reach, you will never find them Don't you see? This is where your story ends"

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I can see it!

"Can't pick them out Can't press them in I'll never hide my scars"

"One unsheathed knife must glint In an alternate timeline's light One rust-ridden blade juts out Of a friendly moonstruck shape" <- I love this turn of phrase

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We got a sleep motif reference boys! Pack it in!

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Oh yeah! I've seen this song used for good PMVs before. I like this kind of music with Rainhaze, too; that stomp-clamp indie kind of sound.

"If they find the body in the basement In the very house that she was raised in" <- ohh......

"So when we get the sign From God I'll be the first to call them I'm taking back the number of the beast"

"Should I choose a noble occupation? If I did I'd only show up late and sick And they would stare at me with hatred"

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Oh gosh yeah I do remember being a little confused by that ask. So ominous! But I agree, it's fitting for him.

"I roam these halls, search the night In hopes that I may see A remnant trace, a glimpse of you"

"There and then, I should have known It was me all along Nevermore to leave here Nevermore to leave here My love is the killing kind"

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Rainhaze has this wonderful effect on people's brains where instead of Thoughts there is Rainhaze. Definitely adding "Her Sinking Sun" to the playlist.

"Torn apart from everyone Her sinking sun I watch it die"

"Animals begging to eat They can't survive Not meant to be"

"Flowers of skin and bone We're all alone Waiting to die"

"Water rushes through my heart It's torn apart By yr trusting eyes"

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That's a cute idea, I like it! Well, not cute all the way, but you know what I mean. Or in another way... Pinepaw looking for Asphodelpaw after she disappears. A shorter timeline, but maybe more accurate to the song.

"Have you seen my sister, Evelyn? Dang, she's gone and wandered off again! I've been lookin' high and low Where oh where'd my sister go?"

"Is she studyin' Kabala? Did she win a million dollars? Or is she dead in a ditch somewhere?"

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oneatlatime · 8 months

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The Avatar State

Season 2!

I KNEW Aang wouldn't be ok with getting possessed by the megafish. Called it!

As well as the most comfortable looking hammocks I've ever seen, this boat has decorative turtleshells.

Having learned the very hard way that bending is not infallible, the northern water tribe finally takes some safety precautions and installs non-bending means of locomotion on their ships.

So glowy is called "the Avatar State." I was kind of attached to calling it glowy.

Pakku continues his consistent and unwavering pursuit of being a poophead. You almost have to admire his unwavering jerkiness.

We're going to see Bumi! I like Bumi.

I don't know about constructing a building complex that near a waterfall. The cherry blossoms are nice though.

So they weren't eaten by vultures after all. Not so subtle exposition from Iroh. And then Zuko is as subtle as a kimodo rhino with his backstory rehash. That being said, there was probably a few months between seasons, so a refresher was needed.

Yes that did come out wrong. Rare misstep from Iroh.

This is Zuko's crazy talented sister right? The one he was angsting about in the snow cave? She seems to be just as much of a dumbass as her brother, although she makes her stupidity seem threatening instead of embarrassing. I don't care how much political power you have, you can't win against tides. Literally the last episode was all about how the ocean always wins.

I am begging you guys to see the pattern here. First time the Gaang got a hero's welcome, Suki's village burnt down. Second time, the whole season finale happened. At this point it's probably safer if the Gaang sticks to going where they're not especially welcome.

Aang saying "I try not to think about it too much" is kinda ouchy given his nightmares at the beginning of the episode.

WAIT A MINUTE

Gotta look something up

That's Bato's map! The animators had no reason to have such crazy good continuity.

I don't think Aang is too happy being described as "the ultimate weapon."

Thank you Katara for calling the general on his pushy steamrolling. They've committed to nothing.

I think the guy in front has a burn on his cheek. I have been surprised by how few burns I've seen after a whole season's worth of episodes. We've seen Zuko's, and Bato's. But the Fire Nation is supposed to be this all-dominating unstoppable war machine, so why isn't every random earth kingdom background character covered in burn scars?

It's amazing how many people can't see the 12 year old for the avatar. Guilting him into cooperating by showing him wounded vets? Harsh.

Also, the last time Aang tried to leapfrog his destiny he burned Katara. Yes, the war needs ending, but maybe don't skip learning the basics before you try?

Heh. Basics. I sound like Iroh.

Pretty sky. I was hoping for a continuation of the 'so pretty it hurts' background trend. I wouldn't have equated fire with electricity, but apparently Zuko jr. can make lightning? And yes, this is very obviously Zuko's sibling: unreasonable and completely out of touch with reality, although rather in the opposite direction than Zuko. The lightning you're throwing around will still kill your target whether or not your hair is pretty while you throw it.

Aang this seems like a bad idea. Even you think it's a bad idea.

The earth kingdom seems to use green lighting. It's weird.

Katara is unreasonably angry about this. The hard work being thrown away isn't really her's, it's Aang's.

Please do not give the hyperactive airbender caffeine.

They gave the hyperactive airbender caffeine. Starting to think this general's not so bright.

Shout out to Aang' voice actor for such an accurate rendition of getting sucker punched.

That's pretty good. Momo really understood the assignment.

The sacred Bellows! This just gets stupider and stupider.

Pretty.

Well in MY country, politeness is only owed to people who don't pour the power of 1000 mean girls into a single line read. I'd be quick to get to the point too if it would get her out of my house.

The ego on this girl. She drops a life-changing bombshell on Zuko, who has spent the last three weeks as vulture food, and explodes when the conversation doesn't immediately pivot to showering thanks on her for the extreme hardship of going somewhere on a royal ship? She's surpassed Zhao's whole season of assholery in barely half an episode.

Now we get the real reason Katara was so angry about "wasting their hard work" or whatever it was she said. She's frightened. I get that. Glowy floaty Aang is frightening.

Another rock and a hard place situation. People are dying everyday, Aang is 100 years late, but the Avatar state is scary, and turning a pacifist into a weapon is a bad idea. Once again the world needs a fully realised Avatar and all they have is a half trained 12 year old.

Iroh's right. It IS unbelievable. Mostly because Zuko jr. is nowhere near as subtle as she thinks she is.

Doubling down and lashing out when the truth is uncomfortable: classic Zuko. Iroh really puts up with a lot.

This is how you know it's a dream: real Zuko runs towards mysterious glowiness.

I'm not a dreamologist, so I have no clue why Aang would dream about hurting Zuko while glowy after being told that the avatar state is hard for his loved ones to watch. Seriously, why is Zuko in this dream?

"Uncle! You've changed your mind!" "Well someone's gotta save your dumb ass."

Not to imply that this general isn't INCREDIBLY stupid, but he's certainly done something right to so solidly secure the loyalty of his soldiers. That's the avatar, and also a 12 year old kid, and they don't hesitate.

It's all wibbly

Double nutshot. Boy's got heels of steel.

Apparently the horse bird things can do parkour.

Things you can get away with in cartoons but not live action: this eye colour. The only place I've seen this colour in the real world is goats.

I like how the voice acting for the helmeted fire nation soldiers sounds like it's coming from inside a metal helmet. Such a tiny detail but they put the effort in.

Nifty transition between screaming Zuko and screaming Aang.

This! Why doesn't every earthbender just to this to their enemies? Turn them into sitting ducks. You don't even need benders to finish them off, just a guy with a bat. How has the Fire nation gotten this far when their enemies can do this?

That's going to cause some trauma.

Iroh is a beast. He's taking out the whole royal guard. I also love that they're lining up to be taken out. So polite. They could teach Zuko Jr. a thing or two.

I feel like Zuko usually does better than this in fights. And really, I know little sisters are extremely talented at goading, but Zuko's really too easy to goad. His sister's not even trying that hard.

This episode's most satisfying shot. Hoping the tides take revenge for that earlier comment.

That's the lowest quality animation I've seen in this show. It bobs unmoving across the screen.

What the hell is the green lady throwing? Elaborately carved thingies?

So it's actually very dangerous to Aang to go glowy. And to the world in general. Neat. I guess an unmatchable power like that needs some sort of limiting factor.

"You're out of your mind." THANK YOU.

No, THIS is the episode's most satisfying shot. About time someone did that to him.

Katara's "I think we're all set" Is a delightfully polite 'get fucked'.

Wow she got those printed up quick.

"There will be no place left to hide" except a short run upstream.

That ends a bit suddenly.

We did not go to see Bumi. Bummer.

Final Thoughts

Quite the explosive start to the season. They really hit the ground running. Also this is very much not a show where you can skip seasons.

Katara was right about it being a bad idea to try and run before Aang can walk. You can't blame the general for wanting a quick way to end the war with few casualties (on his side at least). You can blame him for being really bad at listening. Does earthbending cause stupidity? Because I definitely remember that all non-Bumi earthbenders we've seen so far are not too bright.

We've met what I'm assuming is going to be the antagonist of the season. I don't like her. I'm aware that I'm not supposed to, what with her being the bad guy and all, but would it be too much to ask for a fun villain? This girl's just mean. When Zhao was first introduced, the episode turned into a win for Zuko. This girl's introduction just makes him even more pathetic than usual. I guess starving on a raft for weeks has negative side effects, because this CANNOT be the same Zuko who one-shotted Katara in the spirit oasis.

This does answer my question of what they're going to do with Zuko and Iroh this season. They're going to ground. Zuko's scar is pretty distinctive though. I bet that's going to cause problems.

Sokka has never suffered fools, and seeing him knock out the general is just so satisfying. Both water tribe siblings were supportive of Aang in their own ways this episode: Katara by standing up to the general and giving Aang on honest opinion on what's going on; Sokka by backing up Aang's decisions for and against the proceedings. And also literally standing up for Aang against the general's soldiers. We already knew they were ride or die, but it's good to open the season with a refresher.

Before this devolves into a discussion of the differences in required narrative elements in season openers during the bingeing/streaming era compared to old fashioned network television, let me say one more thing: poor Appa hasn't been sidelined this hard since The King of Omashu.

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