#THIN FUCKING ICE PAL

[crimeronan]

while i'm thinking about vee meeting luz in the future, which like... i'm not sure When it would happen bc neither of them wants to go into the other's realm for A While at least, but like.

oh my god. the Tragic Fucking Hilarity of vee being like "okay, i'll put up with the princess, i don't have to Like her but i can at least be civil, she's camila's daughter and camila would never let her hurt me and maybe there is some good in her, it's not like i ever met her face-to-face so i wouldn't know"

and then vee seeing HUNTER & being like "okay! mom. you know how i spent about two straight years trying to figure out what was secretly wrong with you, because no one can possibly be as genuinely good as you are???? WELL. WE HAVE FINALLY UNCOVERED-"

#vee: LUZ IS ON THIN ICE. HIM I'M KILLING. YOU DIDNT EVEN GIVE BIRTH TO HIM!!!! #although vee and hunter would work it out eventually. and i think hunter would be like. honestly yeah fair. #i'll go Somewhere That Isn't In The Room With You. sorry #while luz is like. jesus Fucking christ. if he's actually apologizing to you then it must have been like. SPECIAL levels of horrific #terrible. and deeply compelling. much 2 consider. #toh #princess luz au #vee noceda #camila noceda #hunter toh #horrible mindscape trauma pals

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Sometimes there are offhand interaction in naruto that make me wish that Nagato would have killed everyone in Konoha and left them dead 🖤

#interactions that make me go. fucked up. this is fucked up. and u dont even kno how fucked up #i will personally strangle every jounin in konoha #this is about tenten having to convince gai to let her hone a special jutsu #bc hes like: eh? why ur the support? #FUCKING. OK i get it shes the backup but like she obviously feels underapprecated bc she fucking is underappreciated #this is obviously bc shes a girl bc girls arent allowed to do fucking anything in this village. everyone stop being mean to tenten #i love her and shes great. and no one appreciates her. let her be special #team gai has big sibling energy. like after watching a lot of rock lee and his ninja pals the only time i can stand lee is when he and neji #r being a dumbass duo. other than that. i can't take his whole deal. i mean i get it but i just find him and gai #personally frustrating. its on me not them. thats maybe my hottest naruto take. i dont like gai and lee is on thin fucking ice #but mostly im just mad abt watching another round of chunin exams bc i didnt like it the 1st time and now it just feels pointless and dumb #and they're disrespecting my girl tenten >:-[ #ugh. fucking filler! #naruto ramblings #unrelated

[illogicalghost]

i know tumblr did not just show me a unmuted video ad on my dash 😑....

#personal #youre on thin fucking ice pal

[breanime]

For the gif drabbles ❤️

"This looks like shit," you threw the money on the table, "Do it again."

Annie and Ruby groaned in tandem, but Beth sighed. "It looks perfect," she said, looking up at you as you stood over her, "We've printed this same design four times--"

"--and it keeps getting slightly less like shit," you cocked an eyebrow, "Look, if you can't hack it anymore..."

"We can!" Annie spoke up, eyes wide. "We can, we'll get it right!"

"It's just..." Ruby chewed on her lip.

You could feel your patience thinning. "Just what?"

"Well," she continued weakly, "Lucy was the artist, so... without her..."

"Ya know, since homeboy did... what he did," Annie added in.

"...It's harder to print. We have her blueprints, but some of these subtler details are just... We need an artist," Ruby finished.

You nodded, scanning the three women before you. Annie looked nervous, as did Ruby, but Beth looked annoyed and defiant.

You were sick of her face.

"So get another artist," you said, getting bored with the conversation.

"Why? So your boss can shoot her?" Beth ground out, glaring up at you.

Your eyes narrowed at the same time Rio chuckled. You turned a bit, angling your body so that you could see him.

He sat on a chair next to a monitor, a hand on his chin and smirk on his face.

"That's funny to you?" Beth spat, anger clear on her face. "You shot a defenseless girl!"

You raised an eyebrow at Rio, but he was still chuckling. If he found her little outburst amusing, then you guess you would allow it.

"Nah," he said, shaking his head, "I'm not laughing about that. I'm laughing at what you said," he smirked over at you, "She called me your boss."

Annie frowned, looking at the two of you. "A... Aren't you?"

"She," Rio gestured towards you, a pride grin on his face, "is my boss. Yeah, see, a real bad bitch don't shy away from the dark parts of this business," he went on, "And so when I told my boss," he pointed at you again, "that I had to kill Lucy cause of your," he looked at the girls, "bullshit, well. She wasn't pleased. And I'm telling you now, looking at her face right now," Rio made eye contact with you, and you could see the pride in his eyes as he looked at you, "My girl ain't letting you dumb bitches fuck our shit up again."

Beth spoke before she could stop herself, "Your girl?"

His smirk stretched over his plump lips, "My boss," he clarified, "and my girl," he looked over at you again, "So, what you think, ma? Have 'em print it again, or have Mick take them downtown and put a slug in each of their heads?"

You turned back to the women, watching the fear swirl in Annie's eyes, the way Ruby stiffened, frightened and trapped.

And Beth's reddening cheeks, you could see the humiliation on her face, now that she was looking at what she could never be, what she could never have, standing right in front of you.

You looked over at Rio, and you thought back on your life with him--meeting him when he was just a runner for your father, Rio remaining loyal to you even after your father died and you took over his organization, the first time you kissed, when you had blood on your hands and he had thought he lost you, the way Rio had grabbed you and held you to him, the first time he ever let himself act like anything but a loyal subordinate to you. You remembered that sick, cold feeling in your gut when you'd heard that he had been shot three times, that he was with the feds. It's what brought you back into his orbit, you'd sworn to keep it professional with him years ago, but that... that pulled you right back in.

You watched Rio watch you, and you felt a wave of protectiveness come over you as you looked at him--the man you loved. You turned to Beth, your gaze cold as ice and as strong as steel, using every ounce of your status as a boss to intimidate her. "How about you choose, Mrs. Boland? You want to print it again this time, and do it right, or would you and your gal pals rather take a ride with Mick?"

"W... We'll print," she said weakly.

Rio's chuckle warmed your soul, and as the ladies worked on the new print, you turned to him. He gave you a special smile, one full of love and appreciation for you, and you turned your back to the girls as they worked.

They didn't get to see the loving smile you gave him back.

That was only for him.

**********************************************************************

Thank you for reading! Lemme know what you think!

#bre does gif drabbles (again)! #rio x reader #rio imagine #manny montana #rio good girls

[incorrectly-quoting-murderdrones]

Uzi: Love is a weakness. It’s an evolutionary mistake.

Lizzy: You are literally making a valentines card for N right now.

Uzi: *points glue gun at Lizzy* You are on thin fucking ice pal.

#source: unknown #incorrect murder drones #incorrect quotes #murder drones #uzi doorman #serial designation n #nuzi #md lizzy

[onyour-right]

Y'all, I don't know what made Gen V writers think they had the right to hurt me this badly. PLEASE, WHAT WAS THIS EPISODE??? The way this episode tugged at my heartstrings was unforgiveable.

My precious baby girl Cate, she did many things wrong but at the same time did absolutely nothing wrong and I need for her to know that. Her mother was trash to the core & needs to choke. What she needs now is a good ole hug and some hot cocoa because the way she must have been suffering all those years knowing so much and having nobody to tell... I'm glad she now has Marie. Also, now that she's off those pill blockers or whatever they were, the full range of her powers is gonna be immenseeee.

Jordannnnnn my beloved, the love of my life. Nah, the way it hurt me to see him crying. Derek Luh you were phenomenal. Like, they've literally never done anything wrong EVER. They are so precious to me. The guilt they must have been carrying knowing that they saw the interaction between Luke and Brink but bought into the lies & manipulation. At least they questioned it though, some people would have just outright ignored it.. I also kinda feel like Marie reminded them of their original goal to be a hero and what it truly meant and how detrimental being selfish is which is why they were so ruffled by her. Also, Andre can choke for the way he spoke to Jordan... "just always looking out for yourself" EXCUSE YOU, THE PERSON FUCKING HIS BFFs GIRLFRIEND!!!

Andre, bruhhhh. Like I get why he was mad but he was acting like the moral police meanwhileeeeeeee absolute trash. I actually for one second thought him, Cate & Luke were in some polyamorous relationship kinda thing BUT they werent.. he just is "that guy". The only good thing he did was telling Cate to wake tf up. Also, the tone he took with Marie too, like boy if you don't sit your ass down somewhere.. You're on thin ice pal!!

Marieeeee, my precious angel, my beautiful baby girl. She is the definition of a girl's girl. I love her so much omggggg and the fact her sister thinks she's a monster makes my heart break for her. Also love that she was the only one to stand up for Cate and openly give her another chance!!! Jaz absolutely killed it.

Marie/Jordan. THE EYES NEVER LIE. These two kept looking at each other, standing next to each other... like, it's married couple material right there. The both of them need to sit down and talk but I also love that they're going the slow burn route with them.

Emma and Sam were cute but reallyyyyy?? Everyone's fighting for their life but they're just having sex lmaoooo. Good for them though.

Shetty needs to die, as does the Dr. Sorry, I make the rules. It would be poetic justice for Sam to be the one to kill them after all the shit they've done to him.

Also, next week's episode is titled 'Sick'. I have a feeling that the supes (the main 6) are gonna be infected maybe at the end of the episode & Marie will have to find a way to save them. Because of her blood powers she might not be susceptible to catching the disease, which is why the Dr wanted to test on her so badly. OMG WHAT IF JORDAN STARTS SHOWING SYMPTOMS WHILE THEM AND MARIE ARE DOING DETECTIVE THINGS. Thats honestly fanfic material right there...

#g watches #gen v #jordan li #marie moreau #limoreau #marie x jordan #cate dunlap #emma meyer #andre anderson #sam riordan #this episodeee was so damn good

[incorrectly-quoting-mxtx]

Mu Qing: Love is a weakness. It’s an evolutionary mistake.

Pei Ming: You are literally making a valentines card for Feng Xin right now.

Mu Qing: *points glue gun at Pei Ming* You are on thin fucking ice pal.

#source: unknown #incorrect quotes #incorrect tgcf #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #feng xin #fengqing #mu qing #pei ming

[worstamongequals]

Deadly

— “This crazy bitch is trying to kill me.”

“Hmm, I wonder why.”

Eddie Brock x Vigilante!Reader

You and Eddie had been working together for months now: you, Karma, in your hooded disguise, and Eddie masked by Venom. The Lethal Protectors started working with you after coming across you in an alley one night, where they watched you single-handedly take down a would-be rapist, and Venom offered to eat his head. You and Eddie have never revealed your identities to each other, but tonight, you’re forced to when Eddie takes you back to his apartment for a patch-up after a really bad fight.

word count: 3k

Holy fucking shit. Eddie watched in awe as you handed that guy’s ass to him. You, whoever you are, wearing a protective suit with a mask covering your face, the visor glinting in what little light illuminated the alley. We should help her, Eddie. No, buddy, I think she’s got it.

The man grunted when your knuckles connected with his cheekbone once more and he dropped to his knees. “Come on, man, if you’d have just said she was your girl, I’d have left her alone.” You buried your boot in his stomach and he curled into a ball on the cold pavement.

“That’s your problem, pal.” Your voice was all ice and poison. It occurred to Eddie that the man you were currently kicking the shit out of hadn’t realized you weren’t a man. “You should’ve left her alone because she said leave me alone, not because you think she belongs to some other guy.” Eddie heard a loud crack and suddenly the man yelped in pain. You broke a rib that time.

“Please,” He begged. “Don’t do this.”

“Oh?” You paused, drawing a knife from some unseen hiding place and pressing the blade against his throat. “Are those words suddenly supposed to mean something now? Coming from you?”

The man fell silent, save for a wheezing sound whenever he breathed. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, like a fish gasping for air.

“You didn’t seem to think those words held any weight earlier.” The blade of your knife pressed deeper into his skin, releasing a thin trickle of blood. “Speak.”

“I-I just,” He stammered. “Please.”

“Hmm,” You hummed liltingly, as if considering his plea. “I’m gonna go with no.”

You put your foot to his shoulder and pushed him down, until he was flat on his back, lying in a puddle of what Eddie could only hope was the man’s own piss. You pulled a gun from the holster at your back, cocking it and aiming it right between his eyes.

“Good fucking night, you piece of shit.”

“Wait!” Venom leapt down from the roof he had been perched on. You stepped back, adjusting your stance so your gun was now pointed at Venom and your knife was back against the man’s throat. “Allow me to make you an offer.”

“I’m listening.” You tried to steady your voice, but it was difficult to sound cool and collected when you were confronted by this 7 foot, oily black alien thing, with rows of teeth and milky white eyes. But Eddie silently commended you for standing your ground.

“I will eat his head. For you.”

“You-” You stuttered, shocked, but also… pleased? “Who are you?”

“We are Venom, the Lethal Protector.”

“Uh… cool.” You lowered your gun. “I’m Karma.”

“You’re a bitch.” The man on the ground spat.

“Oh yeah? You think so?” You gently dragged your knife down his neck and chest, coming to a stop at the waistline of his pants. Ignoring his panicked shouts, you cut through the jeans and boxers, digging the serrated blade into the base of his weapon of choice. “Right, well karma is a fucking bitch, isn’t she?” You sawed halfway through before you stepped back, almost as if admiring your work. He won’t be using that anymore. Then you looked at Venom and gestured towards the man on the floor. “Be my guest.”

Venom devoured him. And this time, Eddie was glad he did it. Venom wanted to eat brains, and Eddie didn’t want innocent people to die. This was their perfect target group. Someone who deserved to be violently removed from this spinning rock.

“My partner would like to speak to you.”

Eddie could picture your eyes widening underneath your mask. “Who?”

Venom’s face peeled back, revealing a smaller, human face underneath. You tried to get a clear look, to figure out if this was someone you knew or someone you should be able to recognize later, but Venom distorted Eddie’s face just enough so that although you could tell you were now speaking to a human man, you couldn’t make out any identifying characteristics. “Hi,” He said, somewhat awkwardly. You cocked your head to the side - his voice didn’t match his hulking figure at all. “We are Venom. And I’d like to make a deal with you.”

- - -

You grunted when your back slammed into the brick wall behind you. Sucking in a ragged breath, you forced yourself back up onto your feet. Eddie admired that about you. You sniffed, dragging the back of your hand across your nose, only taking a second to acknowledge the blood that came away on your hand. “You’re going to regret that. And everything else you did tonight.”

“You crazy bitch,” The guy’s fists were up, but he looked tired. Not much of a fighter. “I didn’t do anything wrong. She wanted it. You’re just a fucking cockblock-”

“More like chopping block.”

“What’s that even supposed to mean?”

“Come find out.” Two knives slid out of their sheaths and into your hands with a shink sound. The man pulled out his baton, gripping it tightly in his sweaty hand. You’d never liked batons - they were fucking brutal. Anyone whose weapon of choice was a baton made your stomach churn; it took a special kind of sick to be comfortable beating someone to death. “She wanted it.” He repeated, mostly to himself.

“None of them did.” You tightened your grip on your knives. “The only thing you protect and serve is yourself.” You launched yourself forward, dodging his first swing of the baton and landing a deep cut on his forearm. He hissed in pain and if looks could kill, you’d be dead. He reached for the radio clipped to his belt. “This is Foxtrot-22, I am in need of assistance-”

You shoved your hand underneath his chin, against the top of his throat, forcing him to step backward if he wanted to continue breathing. “I don’t think so.” You plucked the radio out of his hands, resting your thumb above the talk button. “Repeat after me.”

“You cun- AGH-” You pushed your hand harder into his throat.

“This is Foxtrot-22.” You nodded, signaling him to speak. You clicked the radio on.

“This is Foxtrot-22.”

“And I need to be held accountable for my crimes.”

“I need-” He paused. “Help, Code 8, at my last location-” He knocked you off balance, and you tripped over his discarded baton. You let out an angry, inhuman sound when your palms slammed into the compacted gravel. You flipped over almost immediately, already reaching back to grab your gun when a heavy boot connected with your face. “Fuck!” You fired off a single shot but missed when the man landed a solid kick to your ribs. You dropped the gun, arms immediately moving to cover your abdomen to protect yourself from his unforgiving blows. You heard the gun skittering across the pavement and were suddenly acutely aware of the ever-shrinking number of weapons you had left at your disposal. You pulled a small blade from a hidden holster at your belt and sliced it across the man’s Achilles' tendon, and he let out an animalistic howl of pain. Blinded by white-hot rage, he brought his baton down on you over and over again. You tried your best to gain back your control over the situation, but he got the drop on you. Black spots dotted your vision. That was when Venom came sliding down the rooftop.

“Oh shit.” This stopped the man in his tracks.

“What seems to be the problem here?” The question might’ve sounded neutral enough, but Venom was circling the man like a shark after its prey, eyeing him as if he couldn’t decide which part to eat first.

The man gulped, seemingly aware of his hopeless situation. That didn’t stop him from trying to talk his way out of it. “This crazy bitch is trying to kill me.”

“Hmm, I wonder why.” Venom smiled big. He ran his tongue across the front of his teeth before biting the man’s head clean off at the shoulders. “I never liked the taste of pig.” Venom turned, partially revealing Eddie’s face to you. “You okay?”

You coughed, clutching at your ribs in pain before spitting out blood. Should ribs move this way? Gingerly reaching your fingers under your mask, you touched your face, and you could feel the print left by the man’s heavy work boots. Nose is definitely not supposed to bend that way. The world grew fuzzy and dark. “No.” You mumbled, before fading away.

Venom immediately retreated back into Eddie. Eddie paled, staring at your limp figure that was now slumped back against the squad car of Venom’s most recent snack. He shook his head, forcing himself back into the moment.

Eddie rushed forward, gently placing his hands against your rib cage. Two, maybe three, broken? Carefully, he picked you up and carried you out of the alley.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Eddie muttered.

I can heal her, Eddie.

I need to get her somewhere safe.

And Venom took over again, holding you close to his chest, bounding from rooftop to rooftop until he reached Eddie’s apartment. He slid down the side of the building and landed on the sidewalk before melting away until Eddie was all that was left.

Eddie carried you up the stairs, adjusting his grip on you every few steps. He was afraid to drop you or bump your ribs the wrong way. He had to fight the urge to stop and check your breathing every two minutes. When he finally got you inside, he laid you down gently on his couch and checked your pulse.

Allow me.

Your eyebrows scrunched up when Venom vanished into your skin. Something cold wrapped itself around Eddie’s heart and squeezed as he watched Venom mend your broken bones.

- - -

When you woke up, you were warm. Wrapped in a blanket that smelled like a laundry detergent you’d never used. You opened your eyes slowly, afraid of the pain you knew you’d be in and the bruises that most definitely covered your body.

“Hey, good morning,”

Instantaneously forgetting to move slowly, your eyes flew open and you shot up into a seated position. “Venom?”

“Uhh…” He hesitated. “You can just call me Eddie.”

“I don’t remember any- Where-”

“You’re in my apartment, you were hurt really bad. I carried you here,” You turned to face Eddie, surprised to see him on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. “Venom healed you.”

Your hands flew to your face when you realized that Eddie was doing nothing to obscure his face from your view. “Oh no, no, don't worry,” Eddie reached out his hands in a calming gesture. You relaxed when your fingertips met the material that still covered your face. “I left your mask on. Never saw your face. Venom just attached to you for long enough to fix your broken bones.”

“Thanks,” You murmured. You looked around at his apartment. “Nice place.” Then you looked out the window. The moon was shining. “How long was I out?”

“It’s just been a couple hours.” He frowned down at his phone. “It’s 3 AM right now.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say next. You’d never interacted with Venom outside of kicking the shit out of assholes, and this was your first time meeting just Eddie.

Say something to her.

No, what the fuck? Let her go back to sleep.

“My face hurts.” And suddenly your eyes welled with tears. You squeezed them shut, glad to be wearing a mask.

“I can get you some Tylenol.”

Your lower lip quivered. “I can’t swallow pills.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Eddie smiled at you. “I have these bad boys.” He set a small packet of dissolving Tylenol powder on your knee.

A laugh/sob combo clawed its way out of your throat when you picked up the packet. “Thanks.” You tore it open and flipped up the bottom part of your mask so that the lower half of your face was uncovered.

“Holy shit.”

“What?”

“N-nothing.”

“What.”

“Your face…” Eddie trailed off. “Are you… Wait here. Don’t move.” He practically leapt to his feet, rushing off to another room before returning with baby wipes and a first aid kit. “Do you want me to clean you up?”

You froze. “How do I know you won’t tell anyone who I am?”

“You know me now.” His smile was lopsided. Cute. “If I expose you, you expose me. Even trade.”

You silently pulled the mask off your face.

Eddie failed to hide his grimace. “That bad, huh?” You joked. He smiled apologetically, not bothering to stumble over his words in a feeble attempt to convince you that he never made a face. You appreciate that about him.

You made space for Eddie on the couch, sitting with your legs crossed. Eddie sat facing you, one leg pulled up between you and the other hanging over the edge.

“I mean, you took a boot to the face. It’s to be expected.” Eddie gently wiped your face, careful to not rub too hard.

Five minutes later, he had a small pile of red and pink-tinged wipes next to him and was diligently working at bandaging the scrapes on your face. You found yourself staring into his eyes until he met your gaze, at which point you would quickly look everywhere but him.

“You’re really pretty.” The words fell from his lips and he looked almost surprised at himself for letting them escape. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Eddie had refused to bring you a mirror, but you could feel the swelling around your left eye and the many band-aids that Eddie had applied with care. “That’s not funny.”

“Wasn’t a joke.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few more moments, until he moved the first aid kit aside and leaned back, satisfied with the care he’d given you. You fumbled with your mask, running your fingers over the stained material. “Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“Isn’t this what friends are for?”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Friends?”

“Yeah, I mean… we’ve been a team for a few months now, I’d say we’re friends.” Eddie didn’t meet your gaze. He couldn’t. Eddie had never wanted to speculate on what you looked like underneath the mask, or who you were during the day. Nothing he imagined could compare with what little he already knew about the kind of person you were, so why bother making something up? He’d also never asked. You wore a mask for a reason, Eddie reminded himself. He wanted to respect your privacy. But maybe… Maybe part of him was worried about what he’d find out about you if he ever bothered to do any digging. If he got to know who you were, he might find out something he didn’t want to know. Maybe you had a partner of the non-ass-kicking variety. A life partner. 2.5 kids and a dog in a yard with a white picket fence. I could eat the dog. Shut up. All of the above. Any of the above. It’d crush him. So yeah, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you for too long, because if he did, all he could think about was the next time he’d get to see you without the mask. Eddie already knew you were a fantastic person and a fucking badass. But to top it all off… You were beautiful. He never gave himself permission to wonder what you looked like, but seeing you here, now, you were better than anything he could’ve imagined anyway. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, everything was just so you. It was too much. You needed to leave. Or maybe he should leave. You were the one who had broken ribs 5 hours ago-

“Eddie.” Your voice pulled him out of his spiral and he looked at you. And then you told him your name. Your real name.

He repeated it after you. “Sounds familiar, do I know you from somewhere?”

“No, you’d remember if you did.” You smiled at him in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

Eddie laughed nervously, and the silence settled around you once more. You thrummed your fingers against your thigh, an anxious habit of yours that Eddie had clocked during your first few nights working together. “Can I-” Eddie cleared his throat. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Can I… can we,” Was it hot in here? Eddie tugged at his shirt collar. “Can we maybe see each other again, without the masks sometime?”

“Maybe in a restaurant?” Venom piped up.

“Dude! Can you shut up?”

I’m helping you, Eddie!

You smiled wide, accidentally tearing open a few of the cuts that had begun to clot. “Ow. Oh, fuck.” You and Eddie reached for a nearby roll of gauze at the same time and your fingers brushed together. “Sorry.” The two of you whispered. Eddie took the gauze and pressed it against your broken skin, holding it there. You looked up at him, but he was staring intently at your injuries. “Yeah. That’d be fun.”

This drew his attention back to you. “Really? So… you don’t have 3 adorable kids and a dog in a suburb somewhere?”

“No,” You smiled. “I’m more of a cat person.”

“Ah.” He smiled back. “Me too.”

#reader insert #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #fanfic #eddie brock #venom #eddie brock fanfic #venom fanfiction #tom hardy #tom hardy characters #x reader #eddie brock x reader

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

I like to think about the Goldenheart boys got together because as we know they've known each other since they were little

I imagine for the movie boys it followed the classic "This is my best friend. I have a massive crush on him but we are just gonna ~ignore that~ because I kinda have to be perfect because Legacy of Gloreth/I have been on thin fucking ice when I showed up" story

And they grew up and those feelings didn't go away, they just ignored them. They both dated other people as teens (Ambrosius dated a squire girl, Bal dated some ruffian from his hometown) but neither relationship lasted more than a few months. Then at like, 18/19 they were so damn whipped and infatuated with each other that it just kinda happened all at once. Ambrosius approached Bal absolutely terrified because if this doesn't work out he is going to lose his Best Friend his World his Everything, but of course, it immediately does. I hc that the Institute and their family/friends knew about them but the media did not. I also hc that they are closer in age than the comic boys, with Bal being just like a year or less older.

The comic boys I picture something funnier. I can imagine Bal getting dumped at the Institute by his dad and this pathetic little blond kid is getting picked on so Bal, full of rage and abandonment, just beats the shit out of the bullies to establish dominance in the social order of these children and also to stop the bullying.

Ambrosius (who is like. 8??) Immediately had the biggest baby crush imaginable and decides that he is going to tether himself to this person until the day he dies. I imagine their age difference is much more than in the movie, like 2.5ish years, so obviously this 10 year old is not interested in the baby following him around but he'll be friends with him because everyone else is scared of him. He protects him and looks out for him and he thinks he's cute in the way that all children see a child like 6 months younger than them as practically an infant.

They're little pals for the rest of their adolescence with Ambrosius not being subtle about his crush and Ballister assuming it will pass because he's just a little kid. It isn't until they're 14/16 that Ballister starts actually respecting Ambrosius and realizing that oh shit. I'm not a little kid anymore and neither is he. They don't actually start dating at any specific point, but around this time they start kissing and lying to themselves that this is a Normal Friend Activity. Around this time also, the fact that they cuddle at night and share a bed is starting to feel a bit more awkward.

They kiss, hold hands, cuddle and share a bed, but are in complete denial that they've got anything more than friendship going on for like 2 years when they sleep together and are like. Well shit. Homies don't do that, do they?

Ambrosius who has been influenced by regressive ideals is sad that they weren't technically "together" when they first slept together and it makes him feel bad about himself. Ballister then makes up a fake anniversary of a couple months prior and gaslights (j) Ambrosius into believing that's when they got together like "nah remember we went out for coffee that one time that was our first date you didn't know that lol"

Ambrosius kinda knows this is a crock of shit but it makes him happy so he goes along with it.

#goldenheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #nimona #nimona graphic novel #nimona 2023 #every important date in Amb's life was just made up by Ballister istg #they are all four of them disasters

[the-southern-cereal-king]

Zelda, to any trans male Gerudo: you’re on thin fucking ice, pal…

#gerudo #Zelda #loz #legend of Zelda #loz tears of the kingdom #ganondorf #trans #zelda hyrule #link #link totk #tears of the kingdom

[cerastes]

I’m not kidding, I think about Talulah Pulling A Quatro every day of my life, that’s my dream scenario, that’s what I’d write about if I had to write Arknights fiction, Talulah wearing the cheesiest, biggest shades and insisting she’s just a village girl that doesn’t want to inherit the farm, so she’s looking for an internship at Rhodes Island to get to know the world and to help the Infected, for whom she’s always felt an affinity for :) and obviously everyone’s very suspicious and Keenly Aware about who this woman is, but before anyone can intervene, Bagpipe and Grani are already giving her the welcome tour and high fiving and piggyback riding her, so now she’s sitting there in front of the HR Director, Doctor and Kal’tsit, smile bombing them and insisting her name is Calcuta, codename Candlelight, and she’s just a little innocent lass from the hinterlands who wants to get to know the world :) and you can hear Doctor and Kal’tsit’s teeth GRINDING with WRATH and IRE and maybe even FURY, but Amiya’s like “Second chances are fine! Look at Mudrock! alsoIwanttostealherswordtechniquestoolol” so they hire her but she’s on THIN fucking ice, and she gets put on a reserve Operator team.

So the next time Ch’en is at the landship for business, she’s making her way to Doc and Kal to make her report when over yonder she spots, with her dragon eyes, Kroos and Talulah playing DDR together while Midnight cheers, so she fee-fi-fo-fum stomps her way over there all hmmmphrooing and haaarrumphing to get an explanation, but Kroos and Midnight are like Bro???? This is our pal Candlelight? Why are you being so mean to Candlelight, she’s so cool, she showed us ALL the secret stars in Mario 64 last night? And she’s awesome at DDR? Ch’en bro you’re being That Guy right now, lay off Candlelight, bro, not cool, all while ‘Candlelight’ is doing anime girl noises as she eats a pudding since she’s not at all a wanted criminal and terrorist, so Ch’en rips her own tie off and eats it.

'Candlelight’ becomes all the 3*s best friend so now she’s practically untouchable. W called her a liar bitch and Popukar bit W’s ass right off. This is the only world that is right for me.

#arknights #talulah

[aayo-whatt]

~got bored so i put the winchester gays and their angel "buddies" in an incorrect quotes generator~

PART TWO BESTIES

~~

Adam, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. Dean: You're kinda ugly.

~~

Cas: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a. Michael: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory. Gabe: Fuck you.

~~

Sam: Oh my Gabe. Dean: Don't you mean 'oh my god'? Sam: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

HELLO- IM DYING RN-

~~

Michael: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined. Dean: Heck. Michael: You're on thin fucking ice. Michael: Oh no-

~~

Michael: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. Gabe: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

~~

Michael: What's my sexuality?! I don't fucking know! I'm not straight, and that's all that matters. Well, maybe that's unfair to the straights. Some of my best friends are straight! Well, one of them. Well, I know them, and Dean is perfectly tolerable person in small doses!

~~

Cas: Dean, you're an asshole, man. Dean: You are what you eat Cas.

CACKLING SOBBING ON THE FLOOR DYING OH MY CHUCK-

~~

Michael: A mouse! Dean, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you. Gabe, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal! Adam, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy. Cas, gasping: It's Ratatouille! Sam: His name is Remi, dummy. Michael: I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

~~

Michael: *standing at the top of the stairs* What are y'all doing at the bottom of the staircase? Cas: I accidentally fell down. Gabe: DEAN PUSHED ME down the stairs because I refuse to pay THEIR part of our rent! Sam: Cas bet me fifty bucks that I couldn't reach the bottom of the stairs faster than they did falling down it, so I slide down the banister to get my money. Adam: I don't know how I got here. One moment, I was sleeping in my bed, three floors up, and then suddenly I was waking up here, just in time to get crushed by Sam.

~~

Michael: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Cas: We're chopsticks! Michael: Well... that's cute! Michael: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Dean: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

~~

Dean: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Sam: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

~~

*Dean dies in a game with ships* Cas: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Cas: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Gabe: Legend has it that Dean still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. Dean: Of course I do.

~~

Adam with a gun to Sam's head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven? Sam: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

~~

Cas: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal! Michael: Can a butterfly be nonbinary? Cas: I mean, maybe? I don't judge. Adam, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then- Gabe: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back. Dean: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah... Sam: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a- Adam: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference. Michael: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference? Cas: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.

~~

Dean: You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

~~

Cas: I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.

~~

Gabe: Hey guys! I drew everyones soul! Sam: Why is Michael's a monster? Michael: Gabe, you forgot Sam's! Its only an empty space! Gabe, proudly: Exactly

THE THING ABOUT SAM'S SOUL IS CANON OMGKBVERIUERKJ-

~~

Sam: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along? Gabe: What did you just say- Sam: Foetons! *Laughs* Gabe: Wh-what?

that is a terrible joke i love it

~~

Dean: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey! Cas: But I'm a vegan. Dean: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

~~

Gabe: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Cas: Your life? Gabe: I- well yes, but-

~~

Gabe: And here we see Dean and Sam in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Dean: Gaelic bread. Sam: Grueling brad. Dean: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

~~

*when sam has no soul*

Dean: Sam, you need to react when people cry! Sam: I did. I rolled my eyes.

~~

PART 1 PART 3

#spn #spn incorrect quotes #supernatural #supernatural incorrect quotes #dean #castiel #destiel #sam #gabriel #sabriel #adam #michael #midam

[stonedporcupine]

Past Due

My Ao3 acc is taking a while to come in so we gotta stay patient;

Warnings: some violence, action

Ch 1 Ch 2 - p. 1 Chapter 2 - Part 2 Ch 2 - p. 3 Ch 2 - p. 4

.- The Next Morning-.

Y/N´s PoV

The sun shining through my thin curtains wakes me up. Fuck, my back is killing me. I slowly get up from the couch as I roll my head around, checking how dense my neck feels. Couches are better than floors, I can´t complain about that. Plus, less space, less money they demand! I yawn stretching my arms over my head as I look over at the clock. 7am, spirits it´s not exactly early, but I can make it in time for class. I head over to the kitchenette and open the fridge. It´s practically empty ignoring the orange juice on the door, and a few apples. It´s not like I´ve got money for groceries…Spirits, do I need this Detective money. I take a sip from the juice straight from the bottle and grab an apple as I take a few bites. Placing the juice box back in the fridge door. I go back over to the sofa as I open the small window next to it while I shove the thin and tore curtains aside. I´ll never get tired of waking up to this. I think to myself as I continue eating my apple, looking out at the stunning rise of the sun. The early morning fog covering the low city, as skyscrapers tear up the clouds, standing high and proud. I can see part of the headquarters as well. Toph Beifong´s statue standing in the center of it all. I finish my apple throwing it out and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, scrunching my hair a little and applying some perfume. I put on a black sports bra and over I put a dark red corset with shoulder straps, that comes down to my waist and, on my back, it goes down to my knees. A black belt tight on my waist and black baggy pants with a few red highlights on the sides. I put on my boots and grab my helmet as I take one last look at the clock. 7:45am perfect timing, I just might arrive early today! I smile to myself as I go down the elevator.

As I´m on the busy streets of the city I decide to take the emptier path, through Triple Threat Triad territory. Sure, it may be a little riskier but I´m a future Detective and what better way to check on your people then go where the danger is at. I slow down a little as the roads become a little narrower, full of little shops on each side. I take a moment to enjoy passing by all these different stores. Wait, what is that? I squint my eyes as I come to a full stop. I pull the visor of my helmet up and lower my right leg to the floor. As I look, I see what seems to be a girl in a water tribe getup, alongside a big white polar bear dog, confronting three other guys. Oh no, I know those three! They are Triple Threat Triads thugs. Shit. I have to go help her! But before I can start up my satocycle I see the guy in the middle get knocked back with ice encasing his head, stumbling around as he goes forward against her. I see the girl step back and high kick him straight in the head, sending him against their badly parked car and breaking the ice on his head. Oh shit?! I park my satocycle on the side as I take off my helmet and rush towards her. Only to see her- Earthbend?! She waterbended AND earthbended…No. She can´t possibly be. I see another Triple Threat Triad thug fly off, hitting a hanging power line, then awooden sign, followed by the tent hanging on top of a shop. The buoyancy of it throwing him forward as he tries to hang on to a large red flag only for it to rip as he falls on top of a cart of food. Smashing it as he finally falls to the floor. I run towards what seems to be the Avatar as I see the last Triple Threat Triad thug charge up a ball of fire on his hand. Not today pal. I quickly swipe the floor with my leg, fire coming off my foot throwing him off guard as he stumbles back, the fire in his hand shooting upwards towards the sky. Just as I am about to finish him off, the Avatar grabs his two hands as she swings him around ,as if they were dancing, and throws him with full might and strength against the glass of what seems to be a shop full of clocks, as some get knocked down by him. Spirits, this is going to get us in trouble. The thug is knocked out on the floor, shards of the broken glass all over the floor as I walk towards the Avatar. I look at her smirking as she speaks to the thug “Got an idea about who I am now, chumps?”. “Yeah, I don´t think he heard that…” I chuckle catching her attention. She quickly raises her hands, fire on her hands as I raise my arms in the air. “Woah woah! I´m not a Triple Threat Triad thug, I´m a Detective. Take it down Avatar. I did just help you back there.” Well technically I´m not a Detective…Yet! I laugh as I see embarrassment fill her face. “Oh, right…sorry! I´m Korra, the Avatar but I think you already know that…” she smiles at me a big smile. “I´m Y/n!” just as she´s about to speak, the Triple Threat Triad´s car speeds in our direction. “Look out!” I yell at her pulling us both away from its path, as the thugs help each other out, speeding away. I look over at Korra only to see her already running after the car, “You´re not getting away!” I hear her yell. I quickly run after her as I see her earthbend the car as it flies and rolls around in the air. Coming down to the ground and making a sharp turn to the right as it goes right inside a shop. Spirits the amount of damage this girl has caused already!

#legend of korra #lin beifong #avatar the last airbender #lin beifong x reader #fanfic

[nelapanela94]

tw: Mild language, swearing, angst

Look away asshole. Levi tells himself, but his brain doesn’t cooperate. Seduced by your nervous laughter, his eyes snap back in your direction. The addictive burn slips down his throat, fueling the bursting fire in his chest at that Matias brat asking you out. He has to look. Even if he feels needles sticking in his eyes, he can’t bring himself to look away.

Spills of wine glisten on the stony floor. The air dank with the mesh of stew and the malty notes of beer. The mess hall stirs with the clattering of plates and mugs, and the screeching of benches, dancing with the snarls of laughter and cheers. Every second grows buzzier and buzzier, as if walking near a swarm of bees. 

A golden tsunami sloshes in his mug as he thuds it down on the table. His fingers curled around the tankard, aching as he clutches the metal in his hand so tight, he menaces to turn the pewter into a piece of art that conveys all the rage held inside his chest.  His knuckles lose all color, and he wonders if he would ever get the feeling back in them.

Black thin eyebrows knit together in his customary scowl. Everyone oblivious to the ticking bomb. His jaw clenches strained he feels his teeth would crack like corn.

You look so beautiful in that lavender summer dress that flares down to your knees and the ivory bow that wraps up your hair in a loose ponytail.

You gaze down, toying with a lock of hair around your finger, rocking on your feet. “I’m...I’m not sure.” He can read the stuttering in your lips, and then an ice-cold fury rushes through him when the freckled guy catches your hand in his and you blush.

The implosion goes unnoticed.

Your eyes tangle at his fingers laced on yours. Tucking the unmoored lock of hair behind your ear, you unveil the big golden hoop and look up, casting a dimpled smile at him.

Levi freezes on the spot, his heart kicking into a sprint. The room quiets down; the edges of his world shrink to frame the two of you. His hands tremble, his nostrils flare. Expectantly, he doesn’t take his eyes off your lips.

A timid yes slips of your mouth, and a sappy look creeps over Matias’ face. His eyes glint as he drags your hand to his lips and press a kiss on your knuckles.

That’s enough.

He shoves down the last swig of his drink and pursed his lips together, letting the heat dissolve the green-eyed monster lodging in his throat. Veins throb in his neck, his face broils with red. The slam on the table sinks the room into a pricking silence, all eyes drawn to him. He can feel the heaviness of everyone’s gazes. His fist burns but he can’t care less. That’s a tickle compared to what he’s been through. He slips off the seat and shoots a deathly glare at Shitty Glasses when they try to approach.

Steaming, he yanks his hands in his pockets and storms to the door, chewing the inside of his cheek. He can’t turn around. Because your gaze weighs more than those of the bunch of useless fools. It hooks to his back, jabbing the jagged knife again and again. He doesn’t want to see you. He doesn’t want to see you staring at him with those startled enthralling eyes glittering with dismay.

Anger rushes through him ready to burn like lit kerosene. But not at you.

Next thing he knows, he is out of the hall pounding the floor until he hits the place that grants him peace in his long sleepless nights.

The scene he had just witnesses urges him on. He can’t get out of his head that motherfucker leaving his lips printed on you. You must be laughing at his shitty jokes right now, leaning into him, smiling, planning where you’d go on the weekend.

And he hates it.

Oh, shit! He’s acting like a brat.

Fuck, Y/N. What did you do to me? He sighs and sweeps his fingers through his hair. That’s great you jerk. You always have to ruin it. The door to the rooftop squeaks open, and the soothing breeze welcomes him with a fondle on his cheeks. He sits on the ledge, legs hanging over the edge. The pearly glow of the moon baths him, giving his pallor a supple luster. The heels of his hands sink on his eye sockets, and a groan rumbles out from him. What the fuck she sees in that prick? He throws his head back and lets out a long groan of frustration. It’s better that way. Everything you touch wilts. She’s better off away from you.

“Levi?”

He drops his hands when he hears his name dripping from your lips, piping each syllable with pastry cream. Like always. But he doesn’t turn back. His unfounded anger had dusked, and now a smidge of embarrassment swaddles him. His fists clench on his thighs, and his teeth clamp into his bottom lip. He doesn’t want to let your voice in. Seeing you with that guy had sparked dire feelings that prickle his heart. It hurts like needles stinging under his nails. Maybe he’s overreacting, it’s not as he had caught you like a stumbling tangle of limbs. It's not like you were doing anything wrong, but… His head hangs forward as he lets his shoulders sag. Your heels clatter on the stone, louder, and his heart trots a league per second faster with every step you take.

“Are you ok?” You climb next to him, and he cranes his face away, the flush creeping to his ears.

He scratches the tip of his crinkled nose. “Y...yeah.”

“You seem you’re containing yourself again.” You drop your shoulders and sigh. Your legs swing in the precipice, and your eyes stumble with the moon. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

His face latches to you, and he traces your profile with his gaze. White specks glitter in your eyes, and a longing smile tugs one corner of his lips. “It is.”

A chuckle flees from your mouth. “You’re not even looking at her.”

I’m looking at something prettier. He shakes his head, crumbling those cheesy words and sweeps his tongue over his lips. “Do you like him?” He glances down, his toes curled stiff in his boots. Regret fills him right away after dumping the question.

“Matias?” Your eyes flick to him. Cheeks tingling, you cock your head, drawing an arch with your eyebrow. “Well…” you hesitate. You fiddle with the hem of your dress, eyes scooting around. No, he doesn’t unleash a swarm of butterflies in my belly like you do right now. “He asked me out.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He huffs without looking at you.

“What does it matter?”

A lump of iron jams in his throat.

“He’s sweet and funny and he’s been insisting since the cadet corps.” Your sweaty hands rub on the skirt of your dress.

“Do you like him?” He presses on each word. He closes his eyes, clears his throat and careens his face in your direction. “You gonna screw him?”

A scowl spoils your immaculate face. “Your assholery is boundless.” You shift around and thump your feet on the floor. As you stomp to the door, Levi growls and rubs a hand down his face.

“Wait.”

Teetering, your hand tenses around the knob. You breathe hard trying to push the tears back in your eyes, torturing yourself between twisting it or turning around. His steps falter, and you can feel his warmth swathing around you from behind. Why is he always like this?

Why? Why? Why?

Why doesn't he realize his insecurities hurt you too? He pushes you into a hole with spikes.

“Hold on” He breathes a desperate plead. He reaches out, grasping air in his hand. 

“I shouldn’t have come here.” The doorknob clicks. Your eyes sting, beads fall from your face painting black spots on the ashy gray stone. “Without meaning to, you end up hurting me.” You mumble. “I just wanted one night, Levi. One night to go right. To enjoy and have a good time. Shield myself from you and your cranky face. Do you think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at me? at us? You were so close to beat the shit out of him. And then you threw your little number making me feel guilty.” Your tears flow heavier, and his heart begins to crack. “You were cruel, Levi. That was really unkind from you.” Your voice botches at the edges.

“I don't understand you. I can't read you. Even though you consider me your best friend, you won't let me in. And it breaks my heart.” You choke on a sob, saltiness swamping your mouth. “I know you know I like you. I like you like you, and when I feel the light filtering through the cracks of your walls, you push me away.” Your hand falls from the knob and your swivel around. Your glossy eyes, your parted lips, your stained face; a barbed wire that trusses around his neck.    “You've got me stuck in a limbo. If you just want us to be friends, I get it. I'll respect that. But every time someone comes near me, you blow up. It makes me feel that you enjoy watching me suffer as I seek to escape from a dead-end maze.”

No. He is stoned on the spot, victim of Medusa’s eyes. He’s holding it up. Smidges of blood smears the palms of his hands. Rage pounds in his ears. His chest tightens, his feet weld to the floor. A surge of adrenaline scalds every inch of him from the inside. A pressure cooker on the verge of shrilling off.

You’re wrong and right at the same time. You’ve been hurt, he can see it in your eyes. Let’s rephrase it. He’s hurt you. All this time, he’s been an incoherent idiot. Ever since he arrived all you’ve done is reach out to him. You gave him your smile when everyone else  looked down at him with disdain. You comforted him after his first expedition. It’s just that when you get too close, too close you begin to peel his outer layers, something happens to him. His defenses weaken. They crumble.

And he can’t let them fall.

He pushes you away for your own good, he repeats like a prayer hoping one day he’ll believe that crap. He’s afraid you’ll see what’s inside the hull and run away.

“Say something!!!.” Your creaky voice pierces his ears. Your throat scourges with every rushed breath. “Let me get things straight once and for all. Whatever it is, this back and forth, I…it’s too much, I can’t take it anymore.” You wipe off your tears in your arm. He glances at your feet, then sweeps his eyes back to you. “if you can’t make up your mind, leave me alone.”

And all his outrage sinks into pain. His eyes glisten, red and swollen. A glitter of tears make clumps of his eyelashes. He opens his mouth to speak but words claw in his throat.

You shake your head, letting out a snort, and turn around.

His eyes snap wide.

He can't thinking straight. Dizzy by the dashing blood, he’s not sure where it comes from; must be an act of instinct. He reaches out, grabs your hand and pushes you back against the wall.

“What the—” Your blotted irises quiver, and before you find a way out, he slams his lips onto yours. And the second he tastes you, his heart kicks frenziedly in his chest. He can hear every beat in his ears. A soft whine drips from your mouth and he swallows it, pressing his weight against you, feeling the warmth of his body melting with yours. He lets go of your wrist and without asking for permission, he plunges his tongue into your mouth, his hands landing on either side of you face as he drinks you, savors you. Traces of wine lingering in you.

Your hands curl on his upper arms, your nails digging into his linen-clad skin.

His lips move faster and harsher the longer you kiss, your bodies stoking up a blazing fire against the wall. Until he brokes away, stunned.

You stare at him for what seems like an eternity, unreadable, cheeks flushed, your chest rising and falling brashly. Anger, pain, disappointment, he can’t tell. And then a searing pain breaks on his cheeks, pounding with the shape of your palm. “Fuck you, Levi.” You push him off, bursting in tears, and thump the door shut. The clang of your heels wane.

“Shit.” He mutters. Grunting his frustration, he kicks an innocent barrel, again and again, until it turns into a jumble of splinters. He shoves his fingers into his hair and clamps tight until fire spreads on his scalp. His back touches the wall, and he lets himself slip down against the soot where the flames of your first kiss had been alight.

He licks his lips, tasting what’s left from you.

Soaked in tears, he slides his arms around his shins, squeezes his eyes shut, dropping his face onto his knees. He knows he’s ruined it for good this time.

But his head is full right now. Full of you and your dress and your Mary Jane shoes, your messy hair and the glint of your earrings. Your bright eyes, his name falling from your lips like velvet. But your words erased your image, flashing in bright letters, stabbing him right in the chest.

You hurt me…cruel…unkind.

Air thins and his chest heaves, clogging with each sob that rakes through him. His heart itches to go after you, but his body is limp after the emotional deluge.

That's why he can't let the walls collapse, because the pain is direly unbearable.

Don't let it in, Levi. Don't.

And he understands that when you hurt the one you love, you’re bound to hurt yourself.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi attack on titan #snk levi #levi x you #levi aot #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #nela writes

[theminecraftbox]

/rp /dsmp

warnings: torture, panic attacks, dissociation.

For a few indeterminate moments, Dream wonders blearily if he’s still asleep. He doesn’t remember. There’s a heavy weight on his chest, something awful digging into his face, and the foggy, distant feeling that he’s caught in a nightmare, in slow-motion, no air in his lungs, unable to do anything but blink.

Words, rapid-fire.

The face above his comes into focus. A grin. Orange light lances off Quackity’s gold tooth, digs into Dream’s eye like an ice pick.

A sharp pain, and Dream registers that he’s just been struck. How long has this been—?

“Answer me, dumbass,” Quackity says. “I know you’re awake.”

Dream doesn’t know what he’s been asked. He doesn’t know what he’s said. The words aren’t connecting right, burrowing into one ear and trickling out the other. Something hot and wet slides down his cheek.

Pain digs in, again; he tries stupidly to shy away, but sweaty fingers grip his chin, force his face back. Disgustingly warm. His nails dig at the burn along Dream’s cheek, and Dream crams his eyes shut. A thin, high cry cuts through the buzz in his brain. Is that him?

A shake, a pinch. “Nah, nah, Dream, you’re staying right here. Fucking look at me, or I swear to god I’ll cut your fucking eyelids off. We’re not doing this shit again.”

His gorge rises on fresh terror. Please. His chest heaves. He forces bleary eyes open, staring unfocused at the face above him, at the purple obsidian beyond that.

I’m sorry, sir, Dream thinks, emphatically, deliberately, and tries to shape the words, will them into existence with nothing but raw terror. “Sorry, sir,” Dream hears, slurred, a few seconds later. His tongue doesn’t feel like his. It hurts. It hurts so much. He doesn’t remember why.

“Better,” Quackity says, smug and slow and loud, “that’s better, Dream,” and Dream’s not sure which is worse, the patronizing tone, or his own gratitude that Quackity’s slowed down for him, is giving his rattled mind a chance to catch up. “Are you gonna hold still, pal?”

“Yes,” Dream thinks, or says, and he tries to nod, too.

There’s a spray of blood on Quackity’s face, flecks dotted all the way up from his shirt, crisp red stars. When he sits back and wipes at his cheek, it smears like warpaint.

“Great!” Cheerful. The tooth winks at him. His head tilts, a ringmaster’s gesture. Fucking psychopath. “Great, good. Cause, you know what happens when you’re bad, right?”

The hand comes back, digging a thumb into the raw muscle of his bare shoulder (where did his shirt go? How much time has he lost?)—a noise rips itself out of Dream’s throat, his eyes press closed, only for a second, before he tears them open again. He heaves, he tries weakly to curl up, he pounds his heels into the floor, drives bloody fingertips into his palms.

“Good,” says Quackity. “Good. Stay awake this time, okay? We’re gonna try this again.” A pat to his face, condescending and nauseating, and then something cold touches Dream’s lips.

He freezes. Without his will, the light press of metal drags his mouth open and clicks against his teeth. He’s hyperventilating. His vision blurs, melts. A horrible sense of deja vu. Did this already—how long—he doesn’t even know how much longer—

No. Please.

“Hey,” Quackity shushes him, “hey, Dream, it’s okay. It’s okay, don’t cry, man. You don’t want me to? Huh?”

Go away, he thinks, staring at a fixed point in that jet black hair, go away, just go AWAY. He’s not sure if it’s aimed at himself or Quackity.

“If you don’t want me to, Dream,” says Quackity, in that casual, exaggerated cadence, “just fucking say so. Just give me the goddamn book. I’m a businessman, alright? I’ll stop. Just say the fucking word.”

Dream doesn’t say anything. Words rise to his tongue and the taste of heavy iron pushes them back down. The silence settles and thickens, stony and violent and still. He blinks, and blinks, and blinks, grappling for that fuzzy distance, willing himself back into catatonia, wishing this moment could be over.

But Dream’s vision only sharpens. The tears stop. That promise of some blurry, far-off place outside himself slips from his questing fingertips like a wet bar of soap. So instead, Dream just lies there. He lies there, and he keeps lying there, and when Quackity scoffs and starts talking again, when his tools start to move again, Dream writhes, and gags, and makes sounds, but he doesn’t fight. He lets it happen.

He keeps his eyes open. He wills himself wildly to be open, and totally, completely, blank.

An unwritten book, he thinks, as he stares at Quackity’s grin.

#dreblr #c!dream and trauma #torture. #abuse. #dissociation #my fic #happy anniversary to the two-month mark of Dream’s torture

[medicbrainrot]

long is the road outta hell into misery (divinity, part 1)

No matter how well a plan is made, no matter how much preparation goes into briefings and gear checks, no matter how much training is done, sometimes all hell breaks loose, and the inevitable happens: the mission goes sideways. 

Task Force 141 had been sent on a mission to seize intel from servers on an enemy base. They had been split up into teams to search for the information and load it onto flash drives before making a clean exfil. But alas, life doesn’t always go as planned. The smaller teams were effective for infiltration, but it also meant that they were more vulnerable to being cornered by the enemy.

Ghost and Jaguar had been sent to one side of the base, but as they were getting ready to leave for the RV point for exfil, they got separated.

Ghost was almost frantic, searching their side of the base for Jaguar, determined to not leave her behind, when he heard a piercing scream that he immediately knew meant she’d been captured. 

He ran down a few hallways following where he thought the scream had come from, and as he rounded the corner, what he saw made his blood run cold.

Artemis, one of the bright spots of sun in Simon’s life, was being held at knife point by an enemy soldier.

Ghost’s voice was quiet, but laced with firm, intense anger. “Let her go.”

“Ghost, it’s okay.” Jaguar pleads, a note of strain in her voice. “Don’t give them the flash drive.”

Ghost looked past her and to the soldier behind her. “You’re a dead man walking, pal. It’s the way it goes.” His voice was sharp, his hands level as he prepared to shoot. “You either let her go, or I kill you and you still let her go.” He growls, his pistol aimed firmly in their direction.

“How are you so sure you won’t hit her too!?” The soldier sneers, pressing the knife firmly against Jaguar’s throat, causing her to flinch.

“What makes you think I’ll miss?” Ghost hisses, his anger fueled by his concern for Jaguar. He was ready for anything, he would do anything, to make sure that Artemis got out of this alive. “Now let. Her. Go.”

The soldier presses the knife tighter against Jaguar’s throat, causing a thin line of blood to appear.

“You need to get out of here.” Artemis whimpers. “We’re running out of time.”

Ghost’s breath came sharply through his teeth, the pistol in his hand starting to shake. “Don’t give me orders, Jaguar.” He hissed at the soldier. “If you kill her, I’ll make sure you have a slow, painful death.” He vows. “Do you understand me?” He readjusted his grip on the pistol. There was a 50/50 chance this would go the way he wanted it to, but they were running out of time and options.

“The longer I hold you here, the higher the chance I have of reinforcements showing up.” The soldier says. “And like your little girlfriend said, you’re running out of time.”

“You are making every wrong decision here, asshole. Either drop the knife and walk away, or I’ll kill you. There is no third option.” Ghost said firmly, not a hint of emotion present in his voice.

“I think we both know at least one of us isn’t walking away from this.” The soldier huffs a laugh, tilting the flat side of the knife inwards, further opening the wound on Jaguar’s throat. 

Ghost’s hands flexed around the pistol as he adjusted his grip. “Last chance.” He said, in a voice that could’ve made ice run through anyone’s veins. 

“Fuck you.” The soldier stated, pressing the knife deeper.

Ghost’s voice was completely devoid of emotion. “You’ve made your choice.” He fired a single shot, causing the sound to ring through the surrounding walls. 

As soon as the bullet connected with the enemy soldier, both he and Jaguar dropped to the ground. Jaguar fell to her hands and knees, coughing slightly as blood dripped from the knife wound.

“Fuck.” Simon said, the edge in his voice softening. “Artemis. You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you.”

He pulls her close, helping her grab kerlix and saline from her med kit to flush and bandage the wound on her throat. 

“This will sting.” He warns as he cleans her throat. “Hold still, okay?”

She nods silently as he tends to her, a stray tear making its way down her face.

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?” He asks her gently, ignoring the cooling body lying on the floor not too far from them. He began to check her over, gently tending to her. “Does anything else hurt?” He asks softly.

“No, it was just the knife.” She answers.

He nods. “Don’t worry, we’ll get through this.” Simon promises.

“Alright, you should be good for now. Let me know if you start getting lightheaded.” He says as he finishes bandaging her.

Artemis gives him a soft smile. “You might just replace me as the medic.” 

“Never.” He replies, a small smile forming under his mask. “Just breathe, you’re okay.” He opens a water bottle and hands it to her.

“We need to meet up with the rest of the team.” She says as she takes a few careful sips of the water.

Ghost nodded. “I agree.” He looked around the room as he put the medical supplies away. “Can you stand?”

“I’m okay.” Jaguar nods. “Just a little shaken.”

Ghost nods again, taking her arm. “It’s not every day you have a knife held to your throat.” He helped Jaguar to her feet, supporting her by the waist as she stood back up. “Just take it slow and steady.”

“Yeah.” She says quietly.

Ghost’s gaze was steady as they prepared to move forward. He glanced behind them, seeing the soldier he’d killed, lying face down in a pool of his own blood.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” His voice is quiet, laced with guilt. “If I had been here sooner, then…” He trails off. “I hope you can forgive me.”

“It’s my fault.” Jaguar shakes her head. “I didn’t clear the room fast enough, and he cornered me.”

“Don’t blame yourself. We both made mistakes, but we’re both here. That’s what matters.” He looks down at her, placing a hand under her chin before pressing a kiss to the top of her head through his mask. “Come on, let’s get back to the others.”

As they approach to meet up with the rest of the team, Soap’s eyes widen when he sees the bandages around Jaguar’s throat. “What happened?” He asks.

Ghost looks between Jaguar and Soap. “A little misunderstanding with a knife. She’s fine now.”

He looked back at Jaguar, keeping a close eye on her. She was tough, but everyone has a limit. Simon just hopes she’ll be okay.

“Bastard cornered me.” Jaguar explains. “But I guess my scream carried far enough, Ghost heard me.”

“I wish I had been faster.” Simon says softly to her, a note of sadness in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” She confirms, gently tugging a strap on Simon’s vest. “I’m okay.”

Simon caught the tug, looking down at her hands. “Is something wrong?” He asks, voice gentle as he lets her tug the strap.

“No, just fidgeting.” Artemis says, shaking her head.

“If you say so.” Ghost replied. His eyes were soft as he looked at her. He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. “Are you ready to finish the objective?”

“Yeah, let’s finish this.” Jaguar said firmly, looking him in the eye.

Ghost nodded, steeling his nerves before turning back to the rest of the Task Force. “We’ve made it this far, we’re almost there. Let’s get this done.”

As they approached the exit, he spoke up. “Everyone stay alert. We still have enemies out here.”

They finished the rest of the mission with no issues, finding a few more key pieces of intel before crashing the enemy servers.

As soon as the mission was declared completed, they started the exfil process. Jaguar went back and forth between the soldiers, attending to any wounds they acquired throughout the mission. Ghost kept an eye on her, letting out a sigh of relief when exfil came. 

He had been suppressing his emotions the entire mission, and was reaching a point where he wouldn’t be able to for much longer.

One the way back to base, Simon sat next to Artemis, trying to gauge how she was doing. “Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“I’m okay.” She nods.

“Good, I’m glad.” He says, a small smile crossing his face.

When they arrive back to base, Jaguar grabs her med kit in preparation for debriefing before heading to the med bay to restock and help with any casualties.

“Jaguar, wait.” Ghost calls to her. “I’ll come find you when you’re done and walk you back to the barracks.”

“Alright.” She smiles gently at him. 

When Artemis was done in the med bay, Simon was waiting for her just outside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

He held out his arm for her to take, and they started walking over to the barracks together. “Stay close, okay?” He said. Simon had something important to tell her, but he wanted to make sure they were alone before saying anything. 

“Okay.” She said, wrapping her hands around his outstretched arm. 

Simon looked around before opening the door to his barracks room, gently closing the door behind them, sliding his mask off as he does so. 

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you, Artemis.” He started quietly, avoiding eye contact as he spoke. It was obvious he was a little uncomfortable with what he wanted to say, but he pressed onward.

He cleared his throat before continuing. “I care about you…a lot. In a way I’ve never felt about anyone before…I…I love you.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, but a smile crosses her face, a faint blush accompanying the smile. “You…you love me?”

His eyes meet hers for the first time since he started speaking. He nodded once, holding eye contact. “You heard right.” He smiled. “I love you.”

Simon knew he hadn’t been this emotionally vulnerable in a long time. He had never admitted feelings like this before, much less out loud to someone else. But he knew he needed to tell her, especially after what had happened today. 

“I love you too.” She replied softly as she carefully wound her arms around him, being mindful of the bandages on her throat.

Simon wrapped his arms gently around her, pulling her into a strong, secure hug.

He kissed the top of her head, a wide smile splitting his face. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to tell you that.” He whispers.

“Probably about as long as I’ve been wanting to tell you.” She giggles softly.

He let out an emotionally charged sigh, before laughing. “Then we’re both a pair of idiots, aren’t we?”

It was amazing how quickly things could go from horrible to perfect.

“Maybe.” She laughs as well. “But that makes me your idiot.”

Simon let out another amused laugh, before pulling away slightly so he could press his lips to hers. “Well then maybe I’m your idiot too.” He smiles into the kiss, his arms tightening around Artemis slightly. 

A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

Masterlist

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x oc #hurt/comfort #cod mw2 #i just want someone willing to do whatever it takes to protect me #get you a man who will hear you scream and come running to save you #lawd have merthy #i kinda cheated on the song for this one #i had two playing #'rest in peace' by dorothy #and #'the summoning' by sleep token #idc #its my fic ill write how i want #also stay tuned for a part 2 #there's more