#but my medication keeps me on just the right side of not killing myself

[personwhowrites]

Task Force 141 plus Alejandro reaction if you’re sick.

Sadly, I have gotten the virus after being out of my country. Funny how I’m the only one that got it out my whole family, I have been vacationed but still got it. I felt like I myself needed some comfort so this came up to my mind. Sorry if it’s dry, I passed out in the middle of writing and couldn’t bring myself to write more so this is my half finish thing.

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John “Captain” Price

This man is scared of getting sick himself. He will be in the between of helping you or just staying away from you.

If ge does stay away from you, this man will stay away. Need to use the bathroom? This man will literally run everything with bleach once your out.

He will spray the whole damn base with those Air sprays that claim they will help kill the germs.

He does somewhat help you, he puts food out by your door every few minutes for you. He does make sure to get everything you need.

He does become weak when you whine about wanting a hug. He will will hug you, but don’t be surprise when he appears with twelve medical masks on his face when he does hug you.

He literally won’t let any of the members see you, his scared of you getting them sick.

He checks up on you regularly when your asleep or knocked out by the medicine he bought you.

When he sees your doing better this man will come to your room. Grab all the tissues, paper and bags of your sickness and burn it outside.

He does sometimes stays in your room while you complain about being sick. It hurts him to see you all sick and tired.

He knows it’s a risk to be in your room for so long, yet he stays then sprays himself with the spray.

If he does decide to stay with you, this man will be on his knees for you.

He will get you whatever need, Hugs, cuddles and kisses. He treats you like baby not wanting you to get up unless is for the bathroom or to shower.

When you do shower he will be right in there in the bathroom making sure you can handle yourself.

In a relationship with him or not, he won’t leave your side at any point. Will waste his whole day taking care of you.

He lets you wear his shirts for more comfortable feeling when his gone. He loves to see you sleeping in his shirts. It does something to him that he doesn’t understand.

He makes sure your comfortable at all times. Even if it means getting sick himself.

He will also keep you all to himself, won’t let the others help take care of you. He will slam the door in their face and go back to you.

He lets you wear his shirts for mo

“Price… no! Your gonna get sick because of me.” You groan as he cuddles you close. “I don’t want you sick..”

“If it means getting sick.. to take care of you it’s worth it.” Price says kissing your forehead. “Now rest up, I won’t leave you..”

Kyle “Gaz”Garrick

This man will be scared when you get sick. If you say your dying he will actually believe it and cry about it.

He will stick to you like glue, literally..he won’t leave you alone for second. If you do mange to escape him into the bathroom he will wait outside.

He does wear a medical mask around you for safety measures and because Price told him to.

He will cook you anything you wish and sneak out the base to get you whatever you want. He risks his damn career for you.

When your sleeping he will sit next to your bed and remain there. Will ignore the others when they tell him to leave you alone to rest.

Talking about the others, this man will also push them away. Not wanting them to take you a way from you. He locks the door when you don’t notice so the others don’t come in.

He will listen to you talk about the most random things, even comment stuff himself.

He will have a bunch of movies at hand for you and him to watch. He loves holding you close as you watch the movies and laugh.

If someone for example Soap brings you food he will say he bought it for you. Jealous feeds into him, he wants you to himself.

When you need to shower he will get in with you. Sometimes with clothes or without clothes. He will clean you up and wrap you in the towel like a baby. He even goes as far to dress you and carry you back to the room.

He gets super jealous if call someone else to help you with something. He starts locking the door for that reason.

He begs you to wear his shirts, so he can feel more possessive over you. He knows it’s wrong, but he loves the feeling of owning you at times.

If in a relationship or not, this man will be on his knees for you. Caring for you as if you were a goddess, kiss you no matter how sick you are.

“Gaz st—“ you says before he plants another sloppy kiss on your lips. “Your gonna get sick!”

“This might sound weird but.. I don’t care, now come here!” Gaz says with a smile before suffocating you with his hug. “Your mine y/n.”

John “Soap” MacTavish

Sick? That word isn’t in his book. This man will kiss, hug and cuddle you. No matter how sick you are, it doesn’t exist to him.

He will buy anything you talk about. He doesn’t care how much it is, only for it makes you feel better.

Like Gaz he will want to keep you to himself. He is a person that starves for your physical touch. He will let the others come in and see you, but not for to long.

When your hungry he will try his best to cook you food. Sometimes burning it, but hey it’s the thought that counts.

He does order food for you and him a lot. He try’s his best to give you all you could want while your sick. He does have to ask price to get some medicine since he doesn’t want to leave your side.

Germs doesn’t exist to this man. You sneeze? He will kiss you right after you clean your nose.

He will praise you for the smallest thing you do, even if it’s just turning to face him.

He loves holding your hand at all times, making sure you can feel comfortable with it first. He will kiss it too when your distracted looking at something on the Tv.

When you need to shower, he will do that for you. Washes your hair the most gentle way and scrubs your body the best way he can without causing harm for you. Making sure the water is warm at all times.

After the shower he will make you wear his shirts and poke at you since it’s slightly big on you.

In a relationship or not he will still hug you tightly and make sure your treated well. He doesn’t like seeing you sick ether, it pains him.

He lays down in bed with you when your ready to sleep. He won’t move an inch while you hold him tightly in your sleep. He will ignore all his needs and only pay attention to you.

He gives you massages and lets you talk about anything, like anything that comes up to your mind he will have a whole conversation until you fall asleep.

He feeds you, like baby feeds you. He doesn’t want you to lift a finger for anything unless it’s needed, like really needed.

He does clean the room when your sleeping without a need to hold you. He will make sure someone else watches you while he goes outside quickly to burn the bags of tissues away.

“..Soap?” You mumble hugging his arm. “Aren’t you worried you will get sick?”

“Sick? Please that word exist to me.” Soap responds looking at you and kisses your forehead. “Now get some rest, you need it for being so strong today.”

Simon “Ghost” Riley

This man is somewhat like price. He will try to avoid your touch when your sick. Mostly like a regular for him, but if he sees your getting worse he will react.

He will stand by your door and watch you sleep. Like a stalker vibe watch. Price will have to move him away at times to let you rest.

He isn’t one to get physical with you, yet he grabs your hands at times when your crying about being sick.

He doesn’t like you being sick, it makes him feel scared. (Shocking!) He try’s his best to confront you.

He brings you some food at times and watches you eat so he is sure you are getting the energy you need.

His silent when his in the room with you, he just sits then and watches you. Like a hawk, he only makes himself known when your about to get up for something.

When you need to shower he will stand outside the bathroom door. The others will try to ask him why, but he will remain silent until they realize the water is running in the bathroom.

When your sleeping he will lay next you and play with your hair, it’s the only chance he gets to be near you. One where you won’t ask questions about it and there is silence.

He loves it when you just ask him to stay when he gets up from the chair across the room.

Confesses his love for you while you sleep. It’s the only way he can get himself to tell you, he does it pretty much every time you sleep.

When he sees your gone form your room when he went out with Price to get medicine he will panic. Like badly panic and search the whole damn base for you only to realize you fell asleep in the bathroom.

He cleans after you, making sure the germs don’t stay in your room to long.

Now if you were in a relationship with this man. He won’t leave you alone like Gaz. He will protect you with his life.

He does lock the door when your asleep so no one enters and bothers you. Soap once came in the middle of you sleeping and screamed thinking it was funny. It wasn’t for ghost who immediately ran after him.

He holds you tightly and makes sure you sleep in one of his hoodies. So when his out on something you won’t feel alone.

He loves holding you close and will admit to you, knowing you will forget the next day about it.

Praises you like Soap, but way more. Blink? He will praise you for it, sometimes you tease him about it.

“Night Ghost.” You say laying down and immediately falling asleep.

“Mhm..” Ghost hums before waiting a couple minutes. “..I love you..”

Alejandro Vargas

This man will be taking care of you like a queen. Some similarities to Soap. He will make sure nothing bothers you.

He will cook you dozen of meals you wish for. Rodolfo softly jealous because of it.

He will make sure your comfortable, happy and good with everything around you.

Gives you a rose with every meal, morning or any activity you do with him.

He does take good care of you, giving you all the attention you could ever need from a man. He does go overboard at times without knowing it.

Like soap, he will give you a bath, but way more over the top. Putting roses, candles and romantic music in the background.

He does make you do activities all the time. He doesn’t want you laying down for to long, he thinks that’s how sick people get worse.

His does get scared when your sick, he has a bad pass with people in his life dying to sickness. (Cannon in my au)

He fears that you will be gone from him. Making him always be there for you, even ignore work for some time. Rodolfo does drag him back to work though.

In or not in a relationship with him he will still take care of you. Making sure your alright since your Wally important to him in his life. He does worry sometimes that you will be gone too long form work and comes to check on you.

Like the others he will burn the bag of germs away. He doesn’t want anyone else in his team getting sick. Pains him to see sick people at times knowing he can’t help sometimes.

He has someone watching you when his away.

He always makes sure to leave you some sort of gift around the house. So you have the energy to get up and do something.

“Mi Amor! Come on get up.” Alejandro says tugging your arm. “I don’t want you laying down to much.”

“I don’t wanna…I’m tired.”. you mumble softly only to hear a small cry form him. “Never mind! Let’s do this!”

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[tennessoui]

kit's list of obikin fic recs in no particular order

y'all asked and i finally answered.....here's a list of fics i've read and adored this year! note that i've tagged things that i think could squick people (a/b/o dynamics, weird biology, dub con, heavy kink, etc), and i've noted the ratings (explicit, mature, teen), but i have not noted top/bottom (this list contains a pretty even split of both) and i haven’t indicated which are WIPs - take a chance! i've left little paragraphs as to why i liked the fic but i tried to keep spoilers out of them so the story can be a surprise :D

remember to leave a comment and a kudos if you enjoyed the fic :D

Igneous - zimriya Notes: Explicit, A/B/O dynamics, canon compliant, series!

Trying to find this fic so I could reread it was the thing that prompted me to make this list. That’s how amazing this fic is. It tears out your heart strings. It hurts. I love it. It’s soft. It makes me cry. I am never going to recover from this perfect retelling of canon. This hurts just as much as the kenobi show. I owe this author a medical bill and a thank you card. I don’t care if a/b/o isn’t your thing or omega obi-wan isn’t your thing i need you to try reading this fic i really do because it’s just honestly superb and beautiful prose and i think about some of these lines near daily. Ok, fine. Daily.

I’d Never Be Me (Without The Support of Your Loving Arms) by euryrice  Notes: Explicit

i don’t think i’ll ever stop talking or thinking about this fic, it’s up there for me….such a good take on a bond/spy au that I don’t think I’ll ever seriously try at one myself because it’d never be ‘i’d never be me without the support of your loving arms’; it’s just so well thought through. Canon lovingly applied. Kit beautifully moved and hungry for a second part of the series, even though it doesn’t even need a second part and is perfect as a stand alone. Witty banter rating: 10/10

Hooked On You by @whohatessand Notes: Explicit, infidelity, side anidala (padmé is being cheated on)

Dirty bad wrong never felt so good though; Anakin is cheating on his wife with her campaign manager. Anakin is very not satisfied with being a trophy husband, and honestly it’s so valid of him. This is so well-written that Anakin’s frustration with his life, his wife, his duties all feels very real and understandable. Does that excuse the cheating and the spit-as-lube fucking at a donor ball? Nah, but they know it doesn’t. And it ends on a very hopeful obikin note, which is my favorite

The Final Frontier of Pleasure by @jedibongrip Notes: Explicit, bp!Anakin, virginity kink (ish?)

“Just the tip” made into a very hot 2k fic wherein anakin’s definitely not a virgin anymore, but obi-wan’s gonna go along with it if it makes him happy (and means that he gets to keep touching him, god bless); note to say that all of this author’s stuff is very good!

Stars To Fill My Dreams by hidden_humours Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan, dark Anakin

Anakin is teetering on going off the walls insane in this fic and I am so here for it. This is just amazing. I love a padawan obi-wan and I especially love this time-travel with a twist (which I won’t spoil!); the summary even says “yeah this anakin isn’t all there” and the author is right!!! 100%!! I love it. I want to poke this Anakin with a stick. I want to push him off his metaphorical cliff of sanity. I want to push Obi-Wan off a cliff just to see what this Anakin would do. What a fic. What a goddamn fic.

Obi-Two by @virahaus Notes: Explicit, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Obi-Wan

Guys, holy shit I am so excited for this WIP you have no idea. Everything about it is delicious so far. The Obi-Wan that gets zapped back in time just before ROTS/Order 66 is living to see twunk Anakin again and he is so soft yet so commanding about it. Ben!Obi-Wan literally kills me in this fic. If there’s never another chapter, I’m begging you to read this anyway, it’s that good.

Vast as the sea, constant as the tide by @moonlightatnoon Notes: Explicit, pirate!anakin, captain!Obi-Wan

So maybe Kit’s attention was captured and held by the sea-themed title…she’s a simple lady. But this fic is absolutely beautiful.  I love the intrigue, the history, the pining of it all. My attention, much like Obi-Wan, was gently captured and held hostage by pirate Anakin and the way he’s like ‘my obi-wan <3 mine <3’ while also being a whole ass pathetic lil mew mew of a pirate. He is so possessive and fearsome and clingy and needy I love this Anakin and how much he needs his Obi-Wan. I love the ending especially! Beautifully done.

Buns of Steel by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, humor, himbos the both of them 

Put this under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love the humor here (Rag has such a legendary way with a great turn of phrase and pacing of jokes that just makes the fic fly by) and the ridiculousness of it all. Obi-Wan here is extremely lovably bitchy and I adore it. His dialogue is quite polite, but this is a fic where the narration really makes the characterization pop. Also the amount of lusting after his beautiful aerobics instructor that Obi-Wan does…and how UNFAIR he finds Anakin’s beauty. Just amazing. Cheering for Obi-Wan living his best life and getting the hot aerobics instructor in the end.

My Thoughts I Confess (Verge On Dirty) by @artemisthehuntress Notes: Explicit, horny, horny, horny Obi-Wan

This is, of course, the other fic filed under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love Anakin in booty shorts. I love Obi-Wan, head empty and no thoughts because his dick is too goddamn hard to see straight. One should not be exercising under such conditions. The humor here is impeccable. Love all of Obi-Wan’s fantasies with the hot guy working out next to him. If you’re a fan of horny-grip Obi-Wan, this is the fic for you! If you’re not as into horny-grip Obi-Wan, I’d say this fic is still worth the read because it’s just written so well.

just like the days we’d burn by @travellingcircus Notes: Explicit, PTSD mentions, heavy

I was always going to rec one of travellingcircus’ fics of course. They are a fantastic writer and I love their fics - especially the long oneshots that consume my entire night when I see that one’s been posted and I get to delve into a new side of obikin I could never imagine. This fic is one of my favorites by them – and maybe one of my favorite modern aus all together. Anakin has a racing career until he has an accident. Then he goes back to his small town and decides to have Obi-Wan instead because first love (I love first love fics especially in modern aus)!! Also Obi-Wan has a motorbike. This is excellent news. He also has helmet hair. I love Anakin in this fic so much. He’s crazy. He’s wounded. He’s obsessed. He’s in love. He’s desperate. And Anakin makes Obi-Wan all these things too. Such a good modern au for these characters. They feel so close to their canon characters, it’s marvelous.

Where Every Mask Cracks by skyl_tales Notes: Explicit, a spin-off of one of their other fics, but can be standalone

Skyl_tales’ fics for me are the very definition of fandom classic. They were the first fics I read and I continue to reread them roughly maybe once every year at least. They’re just all very readable. The writing style is something I have always loved and envied – their fics are approachable and entertaining, no matter how much you know or don’t know about Star War at the time of your reading. Tbh I think this is the fic author who has influenced my writing the most! I love this fic in particular because I do have a soft spot for vaderwan. Old Ben being delightfully torn up over Vader and Vader being delightfully unhinged about his former master…..with a magical fix-it device that restores both of them to their younger, strongest selves (if only to make the fucking easier and the horny insatiable)

Gay Chicken by zimriya Notes: Explicit, enemies to lovers, light daddy kink

Where to begin with this fic!!! I guess I cannot stress enough how much I love humor in fics when done right and this is done so well. Like it is literally so funny and so normal. There is something so beautiful about putting these space monk superheroes into like. Just situations. This fic is about laundry. But also upstairs neighbors. But also lost loves??? I’m always a bit hesitant for fics with a lot of notes/messages, because I can find that hard to read, but this was very, very easy to read, both format-wise and flow of the story wise. I love them both being assholes to each other.  Love them slowly becoming friends through notes under the monikers “501” and “212”. LOVE the twist.

wildest dreams by kidhuzural Notes: Explicit, 5+1 fic

Basically: Baby Anakin wants to get married to Obi-Wan. Teenager padawan Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Clone Wars Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan wants to marry Clone Wars Anakin. I love love love fics that start out with baby padawan Anakin and have him grow up. It places so much emphasis on their master&padawan relationship and how important they were to each other before AOTC or TCW, which I think is the strongest basis for obikin. Also this Anakin is just so cute and Obi-Wan cares for his baby padawan so much!! All in all, this fic is just so sweet. Obsessed.

In Pursuit of Cold Water by @jswander Notes: Mature, Merman!Anakin

Can I have a fic rec list that doesn’t include this fic?? I love this fic. I think I reread it like twenty times while waiting for the last chapter, and it was worth it and gripping and incredible each time. I am fascinated by writers who can worldbuild, and Jo worldbuilds so well in this mermaid AU. I love the descriptions of their fins; the possessiveness, the hurt, the anger, the jadeness, and the naivete of Anakin somehow all existing in the same character and all being so justified. There’s some really heavy moments and also really silly moments (they dress Anakin up as an old lady to avoid detection at one point). I love the development of their relationship and especially the growth of their mental bond. Such a good translation  of their Force bond in canon (and such a clever work-around for a mermaid not speaking English!) Just an amazing fic. So good.

The Devil’s In The Details by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, demon Anakin, darker!Anakin (because of the demon bit)

Back at it again with my Rag-writing obsession! I’m loving this WIP and how evil and innocent Anakin is. Yeah, he’s a demon haunting Obi-Wan’s new house; yeah, he’s killed like. A ton of people. But he’s so pathetic. So very eager to please. So very attractive. As a reader, you’re like Obi-Wan’s friend, Quinlan, who discovers Obi-Wan sleeping with a literal demon, and you’re like ‘bestie, do you not know? That’s a literal demon?’ and obi-wan is like ‘he is quite polite and does so good on our walks around town’ and you’re like ‘you’re taking him on walks???’ but also you can’t help but root for demon Anakin and poor decision-maker Obi-Wan. Also, once again, I love Rag’s humor and timing of it. The narration Obi-Wan has is so colorful and so fucking funny, I snort all the time. He’s such a bitch. He’s amazing.

By Omission by @posthumousvigor Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan au, drunk sex

This writer is very quickly becoming one of my favorites. I love their prose and the way they write Obi-Wan—especially padawan!Obi-Wan with Master Anakin. One of my favorite dynamics for obikin aus, and this writer gives me so much good food. TBH one of my all-time favorite cliches/tropes is one of them getting dressed up out of their Jedi robes to be put in Situations, and I especially love this for Obi-Wan cause Anakin got a whole movie of dressing up for funsies, and this fic delivers. Master Skywalker comes back early from a mission to find his padawan slutting it up in the Lower Levels, and what is a man to do other than snap?? And he snaps so beautifully in this fic. I love it when they’re horny beyond reason for each other.

how to stay by answersinahauntedclub Notes: Explicit, professor/student relationship

I know logically that this fic probably will not update again, but it is so beautiful and I think about it all the time. It is like. The peak of college/university aus in this fandom. Bold statement, I know, but I love this fic and characterization so much that I am stating it. They’re both disasters. They can’t resist each other even if they really, really should. It’s an incredible read and I am fascinated by both this Obi-Wan and this Anakin. Cannot stress enough the lovable disasters that they are. In writing this, I took an hour break and reread it again.

we’re swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by @obiwaned Notes: Teen, fake/pretend relationship

Getting this update notification felt like such a sweet sweet win for me. I loved the premise as soon as I read it and it just keeps getting better. Fake marriage for any reason is always amazing. I also LOVE non-linear timelines and this writer does it so well because you as the reader don’t get lost and confused trying to keep the timeline straight. It’s delectable, it’s straightforward, it’s so easy to devour, and I am obsessed with this fic and even the possibility of more.

Self-Insert by ZenyZootSuit Notes: Teen, crack

God this is so funny in a very crack way. Short and funny and perfect. Darth Vader writes self-insert fanfiction about being with Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Darth Sidious finds out. Imperial secrets are leaked, but I’m sure those were important details he needed to include!! For context! Realism! Absolutely perfect; no notes.

Open Circle by Calyss Note: Explicit, Dark Obi-Wan, dom/sub (under)tones, seduction to the Dark side

This is also one of my annual rereads, and one of my absolute favorite Sith Obi-Wans in the fandom. I love how out of control this sith Obi-Wan is, how very obsessed with just Anakin he is. Sith Obi-Wan really said “he’s mine” and he’s gonna destroy Anakin’s marriage and the whole galaxy to prove it. And also Anakin is not going to say no or resist much at all because that’s his master and he loves him and has weird feelings for him he has not really examined. This is also such an id fic of mine. But no regrets putting it on the list. When I saw it updated in October 2022, I literally cleaned my room and improved my life before I sat down to read it.

How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying by @sharpest-tongue Notes: Mature, Post Kenobi show

So many amazing fics came out of the Kenobi show but this absolutely has to be one of my favorites. There’s humor, there’s touching moments, there’s Star Wars lingo I didn’t know but that made the whole thing feel very much in-universe (and that I have now incorporated into my Star Wars Wikipedia slash Dictionary for later use, even if it’s all made up). I love a time travel fic, has to be said, and this one delivers perfectly. The Jedi as family in this fic really made me emotional. Extra special shout out to Obi-Wan, raising his padawan again in a do-over, and thinking, ‘i was not this bad as a teenager wtf?? Yeah ok whatever i MAY have fought in TWO WARS at that age but still!!!’ love him. Love his obvious blind spots for anakin and also for himself. Such a good fic!!!

broken bones, thunder drums by @maragny Notes: Teen, hurt/comfort

There is so much to love about this fic and I love it all. Clone War fics are like my bread and butter in this fandom. I love obikin fics that take place in the middle of battle where the reader is confronted with the reality of either Anakin or Obi-Wan fighting – and this fic really starts by throwing you into the action in such a visceral, effective way that I was stressed! I was gripped! It makes Anakin hiding his injury feel not only understandable but also like the only option. Good think Obi-Wan is there to save the day and help Anakin through his pain because he is overprotective and in love with him. Also the first chapter is told from Rex’s point of view, which just. One of my favorite outsider POVs for obikin is Rex.

no news is good news by @rhymenoceros Notes: Mature, crack, relationship reveal, breaking news/news cycle format

This fic is so funny! The tone is perfect for what the writer sets out to do — that is, make the reader feel like they’re caught up in a social media news cycle! There’s talk shows, there’s paparazzi, there’s space reddit, there’s leaked Jedi text conversations….the Jedi screen names are hilarious and easy to tell who is who while still staying true to the joke. Cannot recommend this fic enough. Cute, funny, horny, and with that sweet sweet Palpatine downfall that the best cracky fics always have.

Falling Deep Into You by @dark--whisperings Notes: Explicit, dom/sub tones, so much pining

Any fic that has the tag “Obi-Wan Kenobi is a freak in bed” has my attention and my interest. This writer describes Anakin subbing and Obi-Wan domming so very beautifully that it’s almost a manifesto in 8k. Lots of good sex here, but I really love the opening scene and the push and pull the writer’s given the characters. They want each other so much—Obi-Wan wants so much, but alas! Religious guilt on par with catholicism! Of course the nasty freaky sex fiend in Obi-Wan wins out over the Jedi Master, but I really enjoyed the guilt and the way he gives in and goes to find Anakin because of course he does. And then the ending! A resetting of the chess board so that the game can start over tomorrow. A great fic all in all!

you took my love so tenderly by @billboguspreston & @acrylicsalts-inspo Notes: Explicit, prince/guard dynamic, exhibitionism

I started reading this fic when it was first posted, and I followed it attentively and with baited breath. I love the reverse age dynamic (I know, it’s not for everyone, but I lovelovelove it), and I love that this Obi-Wan is such a spitfire. He knows what he wants and that’s for his silent, restrained, older, handsome bodyguard to snap and fuck him and he WILL brat his way into getting what he wants as is his right. Anakin being both incredibly horny (Anakin horny-gripping the pommel of his sword because Obi-Wan has decided to get off right in front of him to see if he can tempt him into fucking him) is amazing. Obi-Wan being both the aggressor and also the inexperienced one is chef’s fucking kiss and a dynamic I do not see often enough. So worth the read. And there may be more sequels??? Be still my beating heart!

I Wanna Be Owned by @kyberkenobi Notes: Explicit, 5+1 things, light BDSM

Speaking of horny grip lol, I had to think for a bit about which fic from this writer to choose because all of them are very good and very very smutty with all sorts of kinks and dynamics. The writer you go to for mean dom Obi-Wan and if you’re feeling up for discovering a kink you weren’t sure you were into before. There’s plenty of amazing fics on her ao3 (I was also immediately obsessed with the recent alpha/alpha one), but this fic is one of my favorites. I love the style of a 5+1 for a fic, and I am obsessed with casual slut (affectionate) Obi-Wan and Anakin’s blinders of his master slowly being pulled away until he HAS to confront the reason Obi-Wan can untie and hogtie a criminal they caught so damn quickly. It’s indecent. It’s amazing. 

Our Man From Tatooine by kazmir Notes: Explicit, a/b/o dynamics, intersex omegas

This story is such a good, quick, enthralling read. I really can’t say much without spoiling it, but it’s worth the read. Dark Obikin, twists and turns, roleplaying, horny mates being unable to resist the other’s draw….so good….One of those fics I paused to reread while reccing it lol

Acts of Contrition by @marycontraire Notes: A series, ranging from Gen - Explicit

Cheating a little bit to rec you all a series instead because I just reread this fic series and fell in love with it all over again. Literally a fandom classic for me. The world building is amazing, the realism and research really pays off because it creates such a rich world for people to dive into. The Tatooine culture is so rich and interesting, and I love this Anakin especially. It’s a very realistic take on if Anakin had been expelled from the Order for the Tusken massacre. This Anakin is darker and clingier and Obi-Wan is trying to keep himself level and sane and something Anakin can cling to while still being a Jedi in all but name. Every installment of this series is gold and worth reading as quickly as possible just to have this in your mind faster. Also worth a slow read to savor it because unfortunately, you can only read a fic series like this for the first time once.

You can call me baby (you can call me love) by @lilredghost Notes: Explicit, 5 + 1

This fic is so sweet that I honestly forgot it was explicit - even though, yes, it opens with a sex scene lmao! But I love this writer’s explicit fics so much (their ao3 is worth a browse) that I am not disappointed in it being explicit, no sir. Obi-Wan gets upset when Anakin calls him an old man repeatedly and I’ve read this fic so much that when I see repeated use of “old man” in other fics I’m like “! no! His feelings!!!” this fic ALSO has anakin calling obi-wan baby <3  so good so sweet so perfect.

take my hand through the flames by @atornpage Notes: Explicit, vaderwan, seduction to the Dark Side

Oh this may just be the WIP I am most excited to see updated! It’s such a clever and unique concept that I’m on the edge of my seat to see where the writer takes the story next. There are not enough stories where a character falls into a coma and time passes around them, and this is so perfect. I adore fics where baby Anakin is clingy and obsessed with Obi-Wan and everyone around them is like ‘this is not REALLY the Jedi way, guys’, and this fic has SO much of that. I can’t wait to see all the promises of the tags come to fruition and am massively enjoying the ride to get there!

Heal Me, My Darling by @wasureneba Notes: Explicit, sick fic, idiots in love

Who doesn’t love a sick fic?? The tender healing…the care…the rotten work…not to me, not if it’s you, etc etc…this fic is such a good sick fic too, I was here for the entire thing! Anakin is in top whiny form and Obi-Wan is cuddling him left and right! I also love Anakin having a praise kink in this fic – it made me soft and so receptive to the idea again when I was getting tired of seeing it as a default in a ton of fics. But this fic said “Obi-Wan tells Anakin he’s doing good while touching his ass to administer a very important for plot reasons shot and Anakin bursts into flames” and I said “absolutely and understandable, please tell me what happens next.” This is like a perfect sick fic for me. The right balance of sweet and horny. Caring Obi-Wan and whiny because he’s bored! Anakin. God-tier combination.

Νόστος by NFx Notes: Explicit, stockholm syndrome typical of hades & persephone aus

I am always here for a good Hades&Persephone AU and I feel like this is a great one! I especially love AUs that carefully place Star Wars GFFA characters into an established world (like Greek mythology in this case), and take care to match up the side characters of the GFFA with the AU characters they’re being transposed on. I like the pace and narration of this one too, the way the tone feels both readable and still old — the dialogue and narration don’t read like a BBC documentary set in Ancient Greece where everyone just sort of speaks like they’re in a Shakespeare play for some reason, but it’s still sorta oldish/stiffer dialogue that really keeps you in the fic universe without alienating readers. Also, horny. But dark horny. Love a darker Anakin. 

Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs Notes: Teen

One of my all-time favorites, I think, and if you haven't read it or haven't reread it recently, you need to! There's so much tension build up and detail put in with such an amazing pay off that I could literally read this fic every month and probably find something new to enjoy all over again. I don't even have strong opinions about mace training anakin, but this fic convinced me it could work and work really well. also poor poor obi-wan </3 his emotional support padawan goes missing </3 but then is found :) as a twunk :)

#asks #obikin #obikin fic recs #me: im gonna focus and write my fic #also me: jk here is 4k of fic recs #i hope you enjoy!! i actually spent like 2 nights on this lol #combing through my history #tried to also spotlight some writers i like a lot but dont really see recc'ed #also psa if you have a tumblr pls link it to it on your ao3 #for kit #my notes are so silly i am sorry #i don't have kit's opinion corner often #so i shoved all my opinions into 4k of nonsense fic review #me: i hope peoplee like my fic list :) #also me: posts at the weirdest times where most people are not online :)

[the-traveling-poet]

it’s me again, and I’ve found an idea! Okay so, I’d like to request a Levi x lieutenant reader where the reader is sick but she is as stubborn as a mule and every time someone points that out she just brush it off some way, or elude the questions, until she feels so sick she can barely stand, and ask Levi for help? Thank you Lynn! 🤎🤎

Head-Cold

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What started off as a slight cough and a runny nose, now consumed your every waking moment in the form of a head-cold. The worse you get, the more your friends and comrades worry for your health.

But you’re fine, right?

Your stubbornness to be seen by a medic doesn’t go unnoticed by your Captain, who takes matters into his own hands.

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Pairing: Levi x Lieutenant!Sick!Reader

Warnings: Language, sick reader, mention of vomit

SFW, fluff, xReader

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A/N: Love this idea! Seriously tho the “I don’t need help I’m fine” trope that turns into the “Crush has to take care of you” trope? UNDEFEATED.

Also this request is ironic cause I’m coming down with a head cold myself xD

As always, if this doesn’t meet your expectations, I’ll rewrite whatever you prefer!

Enjoy~🤎

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The moment you woke up feeling nauseous, you knew today was gonna be a great day.

Rolling out of your bed with a stuffy groan, you shuffled over to your private bathroom and took a look at yourself in the mirror. Crusty eyes looked back at you from your reflection, and a red nose drew attention to the color in your face, making you look fevered. Placing a hand on your forehead, you could nearly confirm this was the case.

Mumbling incoherently to yourself, you tried your best to clean yourself up before you had to make an appearance for the day. Before leaving your dorm room, you’d gone through at least ten tissues and wiped your face with a damp wash cloth nearly just as many times. With your hair pulled up neatly away from your face and your clothes adjusted properly on your frame, you put on your best ‘I’m fine’ face and strode out into the hall.

Steadying yourself on your feet, you slowly made your way down to breakfast with the others in your regiment, gliding your hand along the wall to keep your ever wobbling balance.

Shit…Light headed, dizzy, nauseous, runny nose…what’s next, a headache?

You entered the hall and found your way to the kitchens to grab a bowl of what appeared to be soup.

Thank god, maybe this’ll help my poor throat…

You scanned the room over with tired eyes and spotted your fellow superiors sat around their usual table. Stifling a yawn, you trudged over and plopped down near Hange and Nanaba.

“Lieutenant Y/N,” Commander Erwin greeted you formally from across the table.

“Mornin’ C’mander,” you replied back in a stuffy tone, rubbing slightly at your nose.

The conversation happening around you paused, but you were too busy suffering to notice until a hand placed itself on your shoulder. Looking over, you spotted Hange giving you a confused look.

“Y/N, dear…Is everything alright?” they asked.

“Yeah, why?” you asked with a raised brow.

“Y/N, you look sick. Are you sure you’re alright?” Nanaba pestered from your other side.

“Sick? Ehh…maybe. Nothin’ I cant handle doe.” You sniffled, your throat feeling worse from trying to talk in a volume they’d be able to hear you in.

“Maybe you should go to the infirmary…You shouldn’t attend to duties today if you’re ill. You’ll just make yourself worse and possibly spread it to someone else!” Hange’s assistant, Moblit, spoke up from the other side of the scientist.

“Nah, I’ve had a lot worse, so therefor I can’t complain. This won’t kill me.” you argued stubbornly, taking a sip of your soup to hopefully help with the aching pain there.

“You’re sick. I smell it on you.”

You looked up to see Mike joining your table, a bowl of soup in his big hands as he sat down across from Nanaba.

“I’ll be fiiiiiine,” you sniffled, ignoring their concern. You’ve dealt with many hardships in life, both physical and mental. A little head cold wouldn’t be your downfall.

Finally giving into your stubbornness, they dropped your case and resumed their previous conversations. You attempted to follow suit as you ate, but a sudden wave of nausea made you set your spoon back down with a nearly inaudible groan. Deciding you couldn’t stomach anymore, you went to stand on shaky legs and discard your bowl.

Normally you’d let one of the others have what you couldn’t eat, but if Mike was right (and his nose always was) about you being sick, you didn’t want to risk infecting anyone else. Ever you were the considerate one, despite your dismissal of your own issues.

Before you could leave the hall, you found Levi walking in with an empty cup in his hand. After refilling it, he sat near Erwin at your table. He caught your gaze, and you were quick to look away shyly.

“You look like shit,” he greeted.

“Mornin’ Levi,” you greeted back, now trying to hold in a sneeze. As Hange eagerly filled him in on your situation, you rolled your eyes and made to leave the mess hall.

Training wasn’t going to be fun…

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Only twenty minutes in, and you were sweating like a pig. In order to catch your breath, you’d had to resort to breathing through your mouth since your nose was completely plugged up and runny.

Great. Just great.

Your legs shook and your head spun as you got off the ground for the nth time. Taking several shallow breaths, you closed your eyes for a moment and silently prayed to anything that might be listening that the torture would end soon.

“Oi, Lieutenant.”

You snapped your eyes open with a muffled ‘huh?’ and came face to face with the gaze of a glaring Captain Levi. He was running the training course today.

He stood several feet away from you, not wanting to come any closer after all Hange had told him.

“You shouldn’t be out here training, you’ll make yourself worse. Go to the infirmary,” he commanded.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you tried to reassure him breathlessly, wiping at your brow and nose.

He sighed, punching the bridge of his nose. “The one time I go easy on a brat and they refuse,” he mumbled to himself.

“That’s an order, L/N. Go.”

“You can’t orber me roun’. I’m a Lieutenan’.” Your stuffy voice was getting worse, paired with the scratching of your throat.

Another frustrated sigh left the Captain, but he really wasn’t in the mood to argue.

“Fine, have it your way. I was just trying to help, but if you want to make yourself worse, be my guest.”

As he started to walk off, you suddenly gasped and held at your mouth.

“Oh gob oh shid,” you mumbled, catching Levi’s attention. He turned back around, only to see you taking off in the opposite direction; a hand over your mouth and stomach.

He grimaced to himself, knowing immediately what was going on.

“Damn brat…”

Not wanting to vomit in front of everyone, you had raced back into HQ, desperately trying to hold down what little breakfast you’d managed to eat earlier. Throwing your dorm room open, you raced to the bathroom and barely made it to your personal bathroom before it all came back up.

You clutched the bowl of your toilet with shaky hands and coughed, grimacing as your throat burned. After brushing your teeth and cleaning up the bathroom, and yourself with a quick shower, you decided to finally take your friend’s advice.

Not to go to the infirmary, but instead to rest. Locked away in your room, you ignored the knocks and muffled voices at your door as you curled up under the blankets on your bed.

It may have been warm outside, but you were freezing. Despite the sweat that clung to your body, you attempted to rest.

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What felt like an eternity later, the sound of your door being messed with woke you up out of a deep sleep. Rubbing at your sweaty brow, you groaned as you saw your locked door handle twist.

Your door opened slowly, and with blurry eyes you could make out a head of raven hair. Shuffling under the covers, you looked over your shoulder to see Levi approaching your bed.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled sleepily.

“You missed lunch. And dinner,” he stated quietly, and it was only then you noticed a tray of food in his hands.

“Oh…What time is it?” you yawned, trying your best to cover your mouth and sit up, but the dizziness came back in full force, making you groan and lay back down.

“A little after eight,” he responded, setting the tray down on your bedside table.

“I tried to check up on you earlier, but you must have really been out of it.”

“How did you even get in here this time?” you asked with a raised brow. “I locked the door.”

“I picked the lock,” he stated in a ‘you seriously have to ask?’ tone of voice.

Shooting him a look of disbelief, you shook your head and attempted to sit up again.

“Why are you even in here? I’m sick. You might get sick.” You pointed out, knowing how skittish he was about germs.

With a sigh, he sat on the edge of your bed. “I decided to swallow my pride and make sure you didn’t die in here. Firstly, that’s a lot of paper work for me. Secondly, someone has to help your stubborn ass. Might as well be me.”

“And why’s that?” You pushed for more information, a smile slowly making its way onto your face. Though his face was turned away from you, you could make out a very faint pink hue blooming over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Why not me?” he mumbled.

“Awe, you do care,” you chuckled, voice a little raspy still from sleep and your scratchy throat.

“Shut it, brat. You’re stuffy, and it’s annoying to listen to you talk. The sooner you become less annoying to me, the better.” he grumbled, shooting you a pointed look over his shoulder that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Starting to understand, you couldn’t help but grin. Maybe he did care a little more than he was trying to let on…

“You wouldn’t have had to hear me talk like this if you hadn’t come in here,” you pointed out teasingly.

He didn’t have a retort for this, so instead he sighed in annoyance and picked up the forgotten tray of food.

“Eat your damn soup already. And take some meds for god’s sake. I grabbed a couple bottles on the way up here.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the tray from him, your fingers lightly brushing against his hands. He stiffened slightly at the contact, but made no comment. Instead, he quietly observed you taking a sip of the warm soup. He refused to tell you, but you could tell this wasn’t something that had been served for dinner. He had to have made this himself.

For you…

“Thanks, Levi. I guess I could maybe use the help.” You smiled at him, scooting a little closer to where he sat.

“Yeah no shit, now eat.” He didn’t move away from you. Instead, he discreetly moved a little closer.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to ask for help from time to time, you supposed. Especially if being sick meant you got to spend some time with your favorite Captain…

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[cyberrose2001]

my time has come. *rubs hands together*

i rlly hope this is allowed but... okok so op comes back from a mission/patrol or whatever, a little bit injured. like he needs to stay in the medical bay for a bit. fem!reader is very obviously worried abt their beloved op and refuses to leave his side, even after ratchet confirms that op is just fine. right right so then it's late at night and after ratchet is used to reader sleeping beside op, he wishes them goodnight and leaves the medbay for the night. op and reader are cuddling and op decides to reassure his conjunx that he's okay with some tender loving care, in the form of sexual activities aka fuckin on his very own bed.

TFP Optimus x fem!Reader

I feel like I could’ve written this better, but I’m sore and in pain from my monthly’s (my uterus is killing me slowly), but regardless, I hope you enjoy! <3

Warnings: AFAB reader, fem reader, human reader, mentions of pain/death, reader tops OP in the med bay, general smut.

Word count: 1563

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

“You scare me too much. You know that, right?”

It was starting to become more and more common. Optimus would be out in the field doing what he does best, kicking Decepticons aft first and taking names later. Well, honestly, it’s the other way around. Your mech always had a way with words, but occasionally, those words bite back.

Optimus is injured. Again. Though nothing too significant, as assessed by Ratchet, it’s still enough to send your heart into a frenzy of anxiety and dread. Your mind always anticipates the next time he comes back through that ground bridge, it will be his last. Injuries too severe for him to heal from.

But Optimus, the ever-persevering mech he is, is convinced that you have healing hands.

“I know,” He smiles, it’s reassuring, but you can see the small winces he tries to hide when you glide your hands across his dented chassis, “And I am genuinely sorry for it.”

“You always say that,” You exhale under your breath, resting your head under his chin, “One day, you’re never gonna come back to me, and sorry’s won’t make up for it.”

His vents hitch. Your words were harsh, like a blunt knife. And akin to being stabbed, Optimus is painfully aware of the risks every time he steps foot on the battlefield. He wonders what life he would leave you if he never returned, but the mere thought of that pains him more than a sharp edge.

“I know,” Optimus closes his eyes, and his smile falters, letting his servos trail delicate lines along your spine, “But I am fine. There is no need for you to bare my wounds; your solicitude is unnecessary.”

“Unnecessary? Optimus, I lay awake every night when you’re not in berth with me,” You scoff in disbelief, “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve cried myself to sleep because I’m so scared you’re never gonna… god damn it, I don’t wanna lose you. I can’t.”

Optimus watches as tears roll down your cheeks. He moves a servo from your back to gently wipe them away, “You’ll never lose me. That is a promise I will always keep.”

You bite back a sob and lean your head into his servo, “You better, but still, you’re hurt.”

“Only temporarily, if not at all,” He hums, the servo stroking your back creeping down to loosely cup your ass, “But if you still need reassurance, I am happy to demonstrate my optimal health.”

You feel a digit push behind the hem of your pants, and you know precisely what your mech is asking for.

“Optimus, there’s no way,” You wipe the rest of your tears away before pushing yourself up to straddle his pelvis, “If you hadn’t noticed, we’re in the med bay, and you’re in no shape to have sex.”

“You underestimate me,” Optimus purrs, and fuck; he’s squeezing your ass so nicely, “What better way to reassure my love that I am fine than by fragging them?”

You bite your lip and weigh your options. You both might get caught by Ratchet and risk not looking him in the optics again or have amazing earth-shattering sex with Optimus, but risk hurting him. You glance at his face again, and you shouldn’t have because optics have dimmed with pure arousal.

You gulp, “Are you sure?”

Optimus tugs down your pants, now hanging loosely at your ankles. He leans up and kisses your shoulder, “Undoubtedly.”

He’s pulling your underwear down now, and it seems that your body has decided for you because you’re utterly drenched. Fuck it.

“Forgive me, Ratchet.” You lean forward and collide your lips with your lover. Optimus returns the kiss with equal enthusiasm, grunting as you push your tongue into his mouth to tangle with his own.

During the breathless kiss, Optimus pushes his servo between your body, pressed against his own. He runs a digit along your wet slit, and you can feel his shutter against your mouth. He pushes a digit inside, and you let a desperate moan slip.

“So wet for me already,” He breaks the kiss and pumps his digit slowly, “Remove the remainder of your garments, please.”

You oblige, sitting upright again, and, in turn, pushes the digit further inside you. You struggle to rip your shirt and bra off as you feel him curling against your g-spot, throwing them somewhere off to the side.

“Please, Optimus.” You shiver and lean your arm back to paw at his interfacing panel, which feels ready to burst, “Let’s be -fuck- quick.”

He withdraws his servo from underneath you, and it glistens under the surgical lamps with your fluids and leaves you longing for something to fill you. With the same servo, he fumbles with his interfacing panel and unlatches it, spike pressurising against your back.

You ready yourself over his weeping spike, a hand splayed on his abdomen and one wrapped around his spike. Biting your lip, you press his tip inside and push your hips down as far as possible. You moan at the fullness, lip quivering once you’ve fully sheathed yourself around him.

Optimus grunts at your fluttering walls and moves to grip your hips, massaging your flesh to keep himself under control. His optics flicker to your eyes, “Remember, be silent if you wish not to alert the others.”

You nod and slowly lift your hips, slamming them back down, and choke. Optimus rarely lets you ride his spike, preferring to top and fuck you himself. But god, every time you do feels better than the last. The feeling of every little bump and groove along his thickness is pleasurable beyond imaginable, and you’re finding it harder to keep quiet.

Optimus’ grip on your hips tightens, and before long, he’s guiding you to slam down on himself more forcefully. The only sounds filling the med bay are the lewd echoes of flesh against metal and your combined hushed whimpers.

Your lover groans, optics trained on your soft body bouncing on his throbbing spike. He loves the way your breasts and stomach jiggle every time your hips meet his own. And fuck, he can feel his impending overload.

Optimus reaches his arms around your back and forces you to lie plush against him, and before you can protest, he covers your mouth with a servo.

“Shhh, you wish for me to be quick, hmm?” Optimus growls lowly, readjusting his hips underneath you.

You nod and moan against his palm, wiggling your hips for more friction. He satisfactorily hums.

“Well, you must be quiet,” Optimus rolls his hips upwards slowly, “If not, and we are discovered, I will not hesitate to use a gag next time. Are we clear?”

Well, now you know for sure that Optimus is fine; his dominant side is showing off. It always creeps out of him when he is nearing overload, which means lying down and taking it. And you fucking love it.

Optimus removes his servo covering your mouth and returns it to wrap around your back. His hips start slow before transitioning into a break-neck pace, and the force causes your head to rest on his chassis.

“Oh fuck,” You whine softly. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you bring your hand to your mouth to bite the flesh of your palm, a pathetic attempt to silence yourself. His spike hits deeper than before, hips craned at the perfect angle to rub against your g-spot.

Optimus’ restrained moans emanating from his chassis vibrate your skull, “So warm and tight, I’m sure you’re enjoying this, needing to keep quiet, hmm?”

“Yesss,” You whisper, only loud enough so he can hear you above the wet sounds of his thick spike entering you, “I wanna cum… please.”

Optimus groans and kisses the top of your head, thrusts his hips into you harder, “Frag, you’re so good for me. Overload then.”

That’s all it took before a white-hot flash of pleasure explodes in your lower stomach, tight walls clench around him like a vice as your orgasm shakes your body. Your teeth clamped on your palm loosen, and your jaw drops in a silent scream, taking all your strength to suppress your vocal cords as Optimus pushes himself to the hilt, hot trans fluid shooting up into your sore pussy.

You move your head to look up at him, and by the Primes, does he look gorgeous. His jaw is clenched, and his optics are screwed shut in utter euphoria. And the most admirable thing is that he didn’t even make a sound. You make a mental note to applaud him for it later.

You feel his arms loosen against your back as he spurts the last of his trans fluids inside you, dripping out onto the gurney below, a concoction of your combined fluids that will most likely need multiple rags to clean up.

Optimus unclenches his jaw, and an ungodly amount of smoke shoots out of his exhausts. He looks down at you and gives you a soft smile, venting raggedly.

“Was that enough proof that I am fine?” He whispers, cupping your face to give you a breathless yet passionate kiss.

You hun into the kiss before releasing from it, “I suppose so,” You turn your head to observe the sheer amount of fluids coating Optimus’ hips and the gurney, “But let’s clean up before Ratchet kills us.”

#transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #tfp #tfp optimus #tfp optimus x reader #tfp optimus x human reader #valveplug #cyberrosewrites

[hikarry]

Aziraphale likes to be helpful and hates watching humans suffer, as any good angel should. Yet, I don't believe he has permission from Gabriel to interfere and save humans during catastrophes, even if he could. He is sent places to observe and report. Any help he provides is under his own volition.

So just picture how he must have felt when those instances started pilling up. Cain. The Flood. Jesus.

Slowly but surely his incapacity starts to affect him.

How he must have felt, let's say, during plagues.

The Black Plague, for example.

He was sent to Britain to observe, but he can't help it but offer his assistance as a doctor. He can't outright cure them, but he can try to do it without using miracles and offer comfort all the while.

Still, that's not enough.

Many pass by his hand, slowly and painfully dying, covering him in blood and other body fluids.

He tries his best to bring them peace in their final moments, but what good does that do? He could cure them. With a snap of his fingers, he could cure them, but Heaven doesn't let him interfere, and he can't help but feel utterly useless. And that's how Crowley finds him. He was also in Britain, surreptitiously lending a helping hand the best he could, when he came across an exhausted and lost Aziraphale.

He sits across from the angel at a tavern without a word, the angel looking at his own hands while Crowley observed him.

"It's not your fault." He finally says and watches as Aziraphale closes his hands into fists.

"Isn't it?"

"Heaven is stopping you. If something, they are the ones to blame."

They fall into silence again for a few moments. It's uncomfortable and awkward but Crowley endures it.

"Was it a child?"

Aziraphale takes a deep breath and nods, before finally looking up at him.

"She couldn't be older than 4. She just...her skin turned black so fast i myself could barely keep track. Her mother kept crying, begging me to save her, but..." He closes his eyes, swallowing dry. "I could have. I could have saved her. Instead, I let a child slowly decay in her mother's arms." Crowley reached out much out of instinct, touching his fingertips to the back of Aziraphale's right hand. "I can't take it anymore. I can't just watch them die when I literally have the solution in my fingertips, Crowley."

After a few beats of silence, the demon answered:

"Tell you what, leave the healing to me." Aziraphale eyes snapped open. "I'm not as good as an angel in the healing department, but I can do something. At the very least, buy them time. You will only have to worry about guiding them through it."

The angel moves his hand away from his touch.

"Out of the question! You will get in trouble."

Crowley shrugs, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

"Hell isn't really keeping track of miracles. I've been helping for weeks now. The only thing changing would be us sticking together and sharing the workload."

"...are you certain?"

"Would I offer if I wasn't?"

And that was the plan. They didn't save all, but they saved more than they would have if they didn't join forces. And, be assured, Crowley did get in trouble, but Aziraphale didn't need to know about that.

Wars? All the same.

Take Queen Anne's War, for example.

Aziraphale is ordered by Heaven to side with the British and Crowley sides with the French.

In a war, it's kill or be killed, and even though he was originally built to be a soldier, he stays as far away from the battlefield as he can. Instead, he takes his place as a nurse and helps the wounded soldiers as best he can.

Humans had somewhat developed their medical skills, so most of them were saved. If something, they had to cut a limb here and there, but as long as the human remained alive, that was all Aziraphale cared about.

Until one day, the hospital flooded with patients. The French had invaded an English camp and massacred most of them. Many died that day, even though Aziraphale could have easily snapped his fingers and closed wounds, stitching flesh together as new. His white clothes soon became a shade of dark red with all the dried human blood, and his hands were equally as tainted.

It was a young man, barely 16, that tipped him off the edged. He yelled, begging everyone not to let him die. He was terrified, holding onto Aziraphale's clothes and crying, just begging to be saved. And Aziraphale could have saved him. Just a snap. Yet instead, he had his hands deep in a chest wound, trying to stitch muscle together the human way. The blood was oozing out of the man's body, and his pleas grew weaker and weaker but always erratic and desperate. Suddenly, the boy reached out to Aziraphale's shirt and, with a vice grip, pulled him closer. The angel stopped what he was doing, looking the man in his bloodshot eyes, tears running down his dirty face. And then, there was only silence, the hand falling away from him. Aziraphale dropped the needle and had to step back. He had to leave. He needed air. Air. And there wasn't enough in that bloody tent.

Without paying much attention, he stumbled out of the hospital into the woods nearby, his breathing coming out as if he had run a marathon. The only things he could hear were the yells of desperation and his own heart beating against his chest. Eventually, he dropped on the floor, back leaning against a random tree, as he looked down at his hands stained with still fresh blood.

He had been nothing but a child pushed into a senseless war. He was scared of death, he didn't want to go, and yet Aziraphale did nothing. He just watched him die in a pool of his own blood while he claimed for the Almighty to save him. But she didn't. And so didn't Aziraphale.

The sun was setting, and he was still sitting in the same place, in the same position, still staring at his own hands. He didn't hear someone approaching and only noticed their presence when two clean hands held both of his.

Aziraphale looked up, silent tears escaping his eyes, and met sunglasses. Crowley was wearing a French General's uniform. Not a speck of blood or dirt on it. He was kneeling with one knee in front of him, and his mouth was moving, but Aziraphale couldn't hear it. Instead, he just gripped the hands on his and let himself tumble forwards, laying his head on Crowley's shoulder. He felt it when the demon reciprocated his hand squeeze and leaned his head against his. None of them talked. There was no need for it. They've been through this before, many, many times, and all Aziraphale needed was a break. A break from all the pain and blood and death. And Crowley offered it to him, even if just for one moment.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Aziraphale would remove himself from Crowley and squeeze his hands one last time. Crowley ran his eyes through the angel's face, and when he offered him a weak smile, the demon smiled back. With one last squeeze, he got up from the ground and waved his hand in the general direction of the angel, banishing the dried blood from his clothes and hands before leaving, back behind enemy lines.

Neither of them would mention what happened in the forest, much like they didn't mention all the times through the millenia this exact scenario had played out before.

They didn't have the real need for it, really. Talking about it was no use. It would only bring up the bad memories Aziraphale tried very hard to bury as far away from his consciousness as possible.

And it was with stolen moments of silent support when both forgot they were in enemy sides, not only by Hell and Heaven standards, but sometimes by Human standards as well, that they survived the worst of humanity when an angel could do nothing but observe and report.

#i watched a 1917 and got inspired okay #be glad i didnt make any of them discorporate in an airplane crash #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anthony j crowley #tw blood #tw death

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Kokushibou when you're sick

I've been sick the past week (it's getting better), so time to imagine what it would be like if my favourite stoic samurai demon was here to take care of me Instead of me having to take care of myself

You don't want him to worry about you, so when you get that annoying little sore feeling in your throat, you don't say anything. You continue on as normal, because you know that he can't get human illnesses as a demon. But he still marks that there is something not right with your body (damn that transparent world -- you can't keep anything from him). You're doing some light work you're probably editing your damn thesis and Kokushibou comes up to you and stands behind you.

"What?" you ask, noticing him there.

"You should ... rest ..." he says.

"Why?" you ask, not turning around to face him.

Kokushibou grunts a little under his breath. "You ... are falling ... ill ..."

You know he's right because you feel it yourself, and that's why you're trying to get as much done as you can before you're feeling bad.

"I feel fine," you say to him.

You can sense that he's irritated, but he's not the type to force you to stop writing. Instead, he sits down behind you and crosses his arms, staring at you with all six of his eyes.

You keep writing, feeling his gaze on you, but it soon becomes too annoying for you to just ignore.

"Why are you here?" you ask him.

Kokushibou says nothing.

You turn to look at him over your shoulder. "Can you go away?" you ask.

"I ... am going ... nowhere ..." he says.

You groan. "Fine, but can you stop staring at me?"

He says nothing. You have to either stop working or keep yourself from getting too annoyed at his staring. You decide to try to ignore him.

This continues until you're done writing for the day. After that, Kokushibou offers to make you a warm bath and some warm tea. It feels like he's pushing himself too much into your space, but you understand that he senses what you feel in your throat, so you let him do it.

When your condition worsens, Kokushibou doesn't leave your side. He knows it's just a cold and it's not going to kill you. He's not scared for you, but he feels bad that you are going to be uncomfortable and ill for several days. It's times like these that he wishes he had made you a demon, and considers making you a demon once you are well again.

He gets you everything you could possibly need -- tissues, blankets, water, warm tea, soup, medication, fruit. He cooks human food for you and makes sure you are getting enough nutrition. He doesn't say much during all of this time. He normally doesn't say much, but at times like this, he's even more silent than usual. It's because of how bad he feels that you are sick.

If you get chills and feel cold, he will not only wrap you in a blanket, but he will also hug you non-stop. You're like a little cocoon in his arms. He's always feeling your forehead and will put a cool cloth on your forehead if he feels you are too warm.

He tries to do things to entertain you. He will play games with you or read to you. If it was in the modern times, he'd watch your favourite series with you, regardless of how much he liked it or didn't like it. The good thing is that, because he can't get human illnesses, that he can cuddle and kiss you as much as he wants without the risk of getting sick himself.

He isn't bothered if you cough or sneeze on him. But if anyone else did, they would no longer be breathing. Don't cough or sneeze on him deliberately. Kokushibou finds this to be very, very rude. But if it happens by accident, it happens. He doesn't mind. He will always have tissues ready for you if you need them.

When you are starting to get better, you can see the relief in him. Of course, he can see in the transparent world that you are overcoming the virus too. He hates seeing you uncomfortable, so it pleases him to no end to see that you will be back to normal soon.

Once you are better, he will be extra protective for a while. He considers you to be in a weakened state because your body had to fight something off. Kokushibou will be clinging to you a lot, and will insist that you wear a scarf and hat when going out for the next week. When you're sleeping together, he makes sure you are extra warm, too. It is a bit overbearing, but you know that he does it because he's concerned. He loves you and wants to make sure you stay healthy.

#kokushibo #kokushibou x you #kokushibo x y/n #kokushibou kny #kokushibo x reader #kokupuffs

[tearsfortheyouth]

OBSESSION - Steve Kemp, Part Two

Part two!! Welcome back guys :) Make sure to leave a vote/reblog/comment. It really helps!!

Five months into her best friend’s disappearance, (Y/N) meets someone new, and for the first time in months she feels as if she can finally breathe again. She never thought she’d become the newest obsession of a charming psychopathic cannibal.

- WARNING(S): NON-CON/DUB-CON, grief, drug abuse, kidnapping, Steve Kemp is a red flag himself, cannibalism, manipulation, blood

The car was silent, the heater the only source of noise between us. I fiddled awkwardly with the hem of my sweater, the purse in my lap. One of Steve’s hands held the wheel of his car, the other holding his half-finished cup of coffee, and he sipped at it, his eyes on the road.

From outside my window, I could see it had started to snow, and a thick white blanket began to slowly but surely coat the city's roads. It was pretty, but I shivered at the thought of walking to and from work in this weather.

I hated the cold.

“Thanks again for giving me a ride,” I broke the silence, eyes shifting to the man beside me. “I really appreciate it.”

He turned, grinning at me. “No trouble, (Y/N). The city can be dangerous, ‘specially for pretty girls like you.”

I blushed, turning away from the man to look back outside the window, hiding my face. He seemed to notice this and groaned. “I shouldn’t have said that, I was just meaning that— well, you’re pretty, and obviously it’s really late and—“ he shook his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Jesus, I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

I smiled at his awkward nature, my teeth nipping at my inner cheek. It was cute, the way he got embarrassed. He seemed awkward, and part of me liked it. “It’s fine,” I assured quietly. “I just…I don’t know how to handle compliments.”

He glanced at me, eyebrows raised. “Really?”

I nodded. “I just don’t get very many, I suppose. They make me nervous.”

He hummed quietly, his brows furrowed as he stared ahead. “You—you don’t get any?” He sounded surprised, almost as if he were in disbelief, and I shrugged.

“I keep to myself,” I said simply, and his eyes flickered towards me briefly before quickly moving back to the road.

“I don’t see how,” he began, taking another sip of his coffee. “You’re definitely the cutest barista I’ve ever seen.”

I flushed red once more, an embarrassed laugh escaping me. “You’re just a charmer, aren’t you?”

He smirked, tilting slightly. “Guilty as charged.”

“Oh hey, you missed my turn, Steve,” I quickly pointed out just as we passed by the turnoff to my apartment.

Before getting into his car, he had told me he knew the city like the back of his hand, and I furrowed my brows, nipping at my bottom lip nervously.

“Oh, we did…” He replied, turning behind him to cast a quick glance to where we were supposed to have turned. “I know another way, don’t worry,” he said, turning to cast a charming smile.

I nodded slowly, my hands coming to grip my purse tightly. Part of me knew it was nerves. Afterall, I hadn’t been alone with a man since the summer of my senior year in college. The bundle of anxiety chewed the inside of my stomach.

What if Steve was a murderer? Was he going to take me and kill me? Was he going to kidnap me?

Suddenly, I remembered the paper on my medication bottle.

Paranoia was a side effect of my meds.

I took a deep breath, my eyes falling shut.

Steve isn’t going to kill me, I tried reasoning with myself. Steve seemed like a genuinely nice man. He was awkward and nervous and good looking. Creeps weren’t good looking.

Right?

I looked over at him, his handsome face concentrated on the road as he drove, his other hand gripping his coffee. He had mentioned he was a doctor, and that he had files to look over tonight. In the back, a stack of files sat, a thick yellow folder with a patient's name being all the proof that I needed to know he wasn’t lying.

Creeps weren’t doctors.

The silence in the car seemed to go on and on, and part of me yearned for him to break it.

Opening my mouth to speak, I quickly shut it when I realized I truly had nothing to say. Instead, I continued fiddling with my purse, every so often glancing over to the doctor beside me.

After a couple minutes, he seemed to catch up on this, and he turned to send me a quick look. “Do I have something on my face?”

I smiled, shaking my head with pink tinted cheeks.

“Just can’t get enough of me, can you,” he winked, a laugh leaving his lips.

“Dear god, just keep your eyes on the road, okay?” I giggled, rolling my eyes.

It was about another five minutes of driving before we turned onto a familiar street, and I breathed a small sigh of relief.

It had just been my paranoia.

See? Steve was a nice man.

“It’s this unit right here,” I smiled, and his car came to a stop outside the building, putting it into park.

Neither of us made a move.

Sitting in silence for a couple seconds, I picked up my purse, bringing it against my chest and hugging it, turning to face the man beside me.

He was already looking at me, his blue eyes soft and inviting. Even in the darkness of the car, they seemed to glow.

“Well, um,” I coughed awkwardly, brushing hair from my face. “Thanks for the ride.”

He smiled in response, nodding once, placing his coffee cup into his cup holder.

“Well, uh, I should…I’m just gonna go. Have a good night, Steve.” I smiled, my hand reaching to open the door.

When he said nothing, I hopped out, letting it shut behind me.

Snow fell around me, and suddenly, I longed to be back in Steve’s warm car. I shivered as I wrapped my jacket tighter around me, blinking away the snow from my lashes as I hurried up the sidewalk.

Just as my hand hovered over my building's door handle, a voice called from behind me, and I turned, squinting my eyes to see through the snow.

“Wait, (Y/N)!”

“Steve?” I called back, confused. “What-?”

Finally, Steve reached me, panting and drenched in snow. “I” he breathed heavily, “I’m gonna regret it so much if I don’t. Can I please have your number?” He held his phone out, lips parted as he scanned my shocked face. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again. I don’t wanna wait too long.”

Wiping snow from my frost-nipped face, I breathed a laugh, nodding my head quickly and taking his phone. My heart fluttered as I punched in my number, a handsome grin adoring his face. Handing back his phone, he took a glance at it before switching it off.

My breaths blew out in puffs of smoke, and I licked my chapped lips.

“I’ll text you,” he promised, watching as I pushed open the door of my apartment unit.

“You better,” I mumbled, flustered. “I’ll see you later, Steve.”

With a final smile, I let the door shut behind me, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I was once again greeted with the heater of the apartment lobby. Rushing upstairs and into my own apartment, I locked the door, a huge smile on my face.

I felt giddy, and I couldn’t stop myself from giggling at the thought of Steve. The way he had run into the snow after me, just to get my number.

I blushed at the thought.

Moving to my nightstand, I picked up my medication, quickly grabbing two from the bottle and shoving them into my mouth, swallowing them dry.

I quickly changed into my PJ’s, brushing my teeth and putting my tangled hair up.

Throwing myself onto the bed, I stared up at the roof, and soon, I found myself drifting to sleep, Steve on my mind.

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It was only a few days later that Steve and I had our first date. It had been his idea that we have a picnic under the night sky.

It was a cute idea that I loved, so I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

He had come to my place around eight that night, a bag full of groceries and an expensive bottle of wine. Together, we put together sandwiches and other types of food before getting into his car and making our way to a park nearby.

So, here we sat, a blanket the only barrier between our bodies and the damp grass beneath us. It was cold, but we were prepared. A thick blanket covered each of our bodies on top of jackets and mittens. The cold was strong, but so was our ambition for seeing the stars.

Already on my second glass of wine, I sipped carefully, watching as my breath turned to smoke. Though it was below thirty degrees that night, I could hardly feel it thanks to the blankets and jackets that surrounded me.

Steve sat beside me, his chin lifted as he looked up at the dark sky above us. His eyes gleamed, taking in the beauty of the stars. Slowly, I did the same, staring up into the abyss.

It was truly beautiful.

“Do you see that one there?” Steve asked, his finger lifting to point to a constellation.

I glimpsed where he was pointing, my gaze falling on a clump of stars. I nodded, humming as I took another sip.

“That one’s Leo. The stars take the shape of a lion.” His finger drifted over to another bundle of stars. “Then there’s the Ursa Major. Over there is Cassiopeia.” His hand moved over once more, finger pointed. “This one’s my favorite— the Orion.”

I licked my wine stained lips, the cold nipping at them as I looked towards Orion, amazement gleaming in my eyes.

“In Greek Mythology, Orion was a hunter, just about the fiercest hunter ever. Achilles is the most well known Greek warrior, but I’ve always thought Orion was the greatest.”

I turned to look at him, eyes drinking in the man before me. He stared up at the sky, and suddenly, his eyes flickered to meet my own. I blushed, quickly turning away and taking the last sip of my wine. I didn’t miss the way he smiled in adoration.

“Are you going to have another glass?” I asked, eyeing what was left of the wine.

“Mmhm. It’s all yours. One of us has to drive tonight,” he teased, picking up the bottle and pouring me the last of its contents. I giggled, the alcohol making me feel warm and less awkward.

I liked this version of me.

Bringing the glass back to my lips, he watched me closely as I took another sip, and I looked at him, almost choking on the liquid. “Don’t look at me like that,” I said, flustered. “It makes me feel nervous.”

“I make you feel nervous?” He pressed, a teasing smirk resting on his face. He took a grape from the bowl of fruit, popping it into his mouth.

I snorted at his cocky attitude. “Maybe…just a little bit.” I held my fingers up to show him the amount he made me nervous, and he raised his dark brows.

“Just a little?”

“Mmhmm,” I confirmed, snacking on a strawberry.

His gaze lingered on my face, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He hummed, eyes scanning each detail of my face before flickering them back up to the sky. Suddenly, his hand gently pushed my shoulder, his finger flying backup to point to something in the sky. “Quick, look! It’s a shooting star.”

I glanced upwards, and sure enough, a shooting star passed over our heads.

“Make a wish,” he urged, looking back down towards me.

Quickly, my eyes fell shut, and I tried to find something I truly wanted in life.

A face flashed before my eyes, and my heart fluttered at the familiar warm eyes that once lit up my life.

My wish was decided.

Finally opening my eyes, Steve was still looking at me, his features soft. I smiled gently, taking one last sip of wine from my cup.

He shifted himself on the blanket, leaning to lay down and stare up at the sky. I followed suit, hugging the blanket closer to me.

“Tell me about your family, (Y/N),” he said quietly, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked upwards, his gaze observing the stars above us.

I forced a tight-lipped smile. “I grew up in the foster care system, so, I don’t really know much about them, honestly.”

“Oh,” he mumbled quickly. “I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine,” I giggled. “I don’t really mind not having a family. Definitely saves me from the family drama.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “You’re telling me.” He adjusted himself on the blanket once more, arms coming to rest behind his head. “What about your friends?”

I bit my inner cheek. “I don’t really have any,” I admitted.

He turned to look at me, brows knitted together. “Not even one?”

Silently, I shook my head, ignoring his eyes on me. He looked back up at the sky.

“I had one.”

I sucked in a breath, pausing.

I didn’t really talk about Lilith. I hadn’t spoken her name since the moment everyone began to accept that she was dead and gone; however, this time, something felt right about saying her name. It felt like it would be…okay to tell her story.

To tell Lilith’s story.

“She was the only person in my life, really,” I continued, my eyes never leaving the stars above me. They seemed to urge me to speak, calling for me to continue my story.

“She went missing in May. She had told me she was going to Manhattan for a doctor's appointment, but I knew she was lying. My birthday was that Friday, and we had been in Manhattan together a couple weeks before.” I sighed sadly at the memory of Lilith and I walking the streets, glancing into the windows and gazing at expensive gifts we longed to afford but knew we never would. “I had seen these beautiful necklaces—two of them with pink heart diamonds and gold chains. They were the most beautiful necklaces we had ever seen, and I had promised her that one day, they’d be ours.” A solemn laugh fell from my lips, and I could feel Steve’s gaze burning into my face.

I could feel tears welling in my eyes, but I blinked them away.

“She had spent the next coming weeks saving every cent of her paycheck. She had picked up so many shifts from her job that I had hardly seen her during the time between our shopping day and the day she left. I waited and waited for her to come back.” A tear slid from my glazed eyes, trailing down my face until it reached my lips, and I licked it away, a sad smile gracing my lips. “My birthday came and went. So did Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and next week, it’ll be Christmas.”

Steve was silent beside me, and I felt a warm hand caress my arm, his thumb massaging the area in comfort. Leaning up onto his arms, he leaned over me, his face contorted into a look of grief. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…I-I couldn’t even imagine-“ His hand reached up to wipe away a tear from my eye, eyes trailing up and down my face.

It was as if a boulder had been lifted from my chest, and I breathed a shaky sigh. It felt good to be comforted, to have someone to wipe away your tears. I had forgotten what it was like to have someone care, and now, as Steve’s hand brushed against my cheek, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into his touch.

His lips turned up into a gentle smile, blue eyes glistening in the moonlight.

Lilith would want me to be happy. That was all she had ever wanted for me in life, so wouldn’t she want the same in death?

Death.

All these months, I had been fighting the idea that Lilith was dead, battling a war in my mind that so desperately ached to see her again. When you’re alone, it’s easy to hyperfixate on daydreams, to fill your head with delusions and convince yourself that things aren’t the way they truly are.

Lilith was gone. My best friend was dead, and no amount of sulking and isolating myself was going to change that. No amount of depriving myself with human connection was going to bring her back.

Staring into his blue eyes awoke something in me. Staring into his blue eyes made me realize what I was missing in life. It made me realize I couldn’t go back into the abyss. I could no longer stare up at my ceiling longing to sleep and never wake up. I could no longer find comfort in scalding hot water, or spending all my free time in bed.

I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t.

Staring up into his blue eyes, I did something that even surprised myself.

I leaned upwards, closing the gap between us, and pressed my lips against his.

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #dark!sebastian stan x reader #dark!sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #dark!steve kemp #fresh movie #steve kemp #dark! sebastian stan x reader #Steve kemp x reader

[photogirl894]

Morgan!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!! 1000 followers and it is well deserved!!!! Now, i know I have been out of it a bit, but when I see requests open for this celebration? Suddenly I am here ! How could I not?! But really, you deserve it and so much more.

For the prompts requests: F reader x Crosshair ( I just can not let him go ! Still love him despite a certain someone having me now crush hard on Boil too lol ) With fluffy prompt 8 and 24 Angst prompt 28 And finally: Physical Affection prompts 27 and 24 !

Brownie points if reader is fuller bodied cause you know and did I mention yet I just can not help myself loving that emo taco?

My apologies for taking so long to get to this, my dear!! And I'll tell you, with season 3 coming out right now, the Crosshair feels are in full force!! 😆

Also, "emo taco" freaking killed me 🤣🤣🤣

"Long Ago"

8. “I don’t care what they say. You matter more to me than anything else.”

24. “You are enough.”

28. “Forget about the past. What about now?”

27. Desperate kisses

24. Cradling someone’s head in the lap

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

***

The warm sunlight of Pabu's evening sunset washed over you as you rushed off your ship, where Hunter and Wrecker were waiting for you.

"Where is he?" you asked them urgently.

"He's down on the beach," Wrecker answered, pointing in the direction you needed to go.

"He's...adjusting to everything," Hunter added, "but I think seeing you again will do him some good."

You nearly wanted to cry as you smiled and said back, "Thank you. Thank you." Then you immediately took off, making your way down the island to the beach.

It had felt like a lifetime ago that you had met the Bad Batch on Coruscant as a medic of the Grand Army of the Republic. You and Crosshair somehow managed to develop feelings for each other over time during his planetside visits, but things changed when Order 66 happened. Not only had Crosshair defected to the Empire, but you ended up going into hiding to keep yourself safe from the Empire. However, you'd kept in touch as best you could with the rest of the Bad Batch, letting them know of your wellbeing and whereabouts. It had been a few days ago that you'd gotten a transmission from Hunter letting you know that Crosshair had left the Empire and was back with them again...and that you should meet them on a remote planet they'd found refuge on so you could see him again.

You had never put in a set of coordinates and launched into hyperspace faster in your life.

In all your time apart, you had wondered so many questions, some of which the Bad Batch had given you answers to. The greatest question of all had been: would you ever see your beloved Crosshair; the real Crosshair you had once known ever again?

You were about to find out.

It felt like forever before you finally got down to the beach and you halted as you rounded a corner, shock overtaking you. There he was, sitting on a rock, his back to you as he was watching the sunset. He wore brown civilian clothing, his head was devoid of his silver hair and you could see a big, reddish scar on the left side of his head that made your heart ache. His shoulders hung low and there was an air of sadness about him. He didn't appear as confident or strong as you'd once known him to be.

What had the Empire done to him?

You called out his name for the first time in so long.

Gradually, he straightened his back upon hearing your voice before finally turning over his shoulder to look at you, rising to his feet. He looked tired yet at the same time, there was still a glint of his old self still in his eyes and face. The face you hadn't seen in forever. The face of the man you loved so dearly yet had never gotten the chance to tell him.

Then he said your name and you were undone.

Your legs moved of their own accord faster than you even knew they could run towards him until your body collided with his, grabbing him tightly in your arms. For a moment, you could feel him stiffen, but then he relaxed and his arms enfolded you in his embrace.

"Oh Crosshair, I thought I'd never see you again!" you cried into his shoulder.

"I...I don't understand. Why are you here?" he asked in your ear.

"Hunter told me you were back and to come here to see you," you informed him.

Then Crosshair gently nudged you back so he could fully see you. "Did the others tell you what I've done?" he then questioned, melancholy in his eyes.

You nodded.

"Then you would know I've done terrible things. My past with the Empire has...changed who I am."

“Forget about the past. What about now? Who are you now?”

Your question seemed to surprise Crosshair. He was silent for a moment, unsure of how to answer.

"I...want to be more and better than what I was, but...it's difficult," he admitted, avoiding eye contact with you. "I left the Empire...but the others still don't trust me. I'm surprised they didn't say the same to you. Though, maybe they'd be right. After the things I've done and the mistakes I've made...I wouldn't trust me either."

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, heartbroken at what he was saying to you. He spoke so negatively about himself, which was something he would've never done when you had known him before. It hurt your heart to see how far he had fallen, but you wouldn't let him sink any lower. It was up to you to start pulling him from the depths he was drowning in...starting with how you truly felt about him.

You then blurted out, your emotions overwhelming you, “I don’t care what they say. You matter more to me than anything else.”

Crosshair let out a small, astonished gasp.

You kept going, everything you'd wanted to say for a long time just spilling out of you, "I know you've made mistakes. We all do! What matters is who you choose to be now. If you're wanting to be better, then you're already on the right path and I want to be on that path with you the whole way. I want to help you and care for you like I once did so long ago! I don't want us to ever be parted again and I'm not ever going to leave you, you hear me? I finally am with you again and I won't let you push me away."

"(Y/N)...," he said softly in disbelief.

"I mean it, Crosshair!" you nearly shouted. "Every day was agony without you, but I never gave up hope for you because I love you! Do you understand? I never gave up hope that the Crosshair I once knew was still inside you and I can see that's who you are again. I've missed you and I love you so much. I should've told you that a long time ago, but I love you, Crossha--"

Your words were silenced as suddenly, Crosshair took your face in his hands and kissed you hard and desperately, his mouth practically devouring yours. Your body melted into him as you kissed him back with equal desire, relieved to be feeling the familiar sensation of his lips on yours once more. Tears of overwhelming joy spilled out the corners of your eyes, sliding down your cheek and onto his gloved hands that soon moved down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as his kisses grew gentler, but no less passionate. You felt as though you could've kissed him for every hour that you had spent apart and it still wouldn't be enough. You both had so much time to make up for and it all started with this moment.

After minutes of being entwined in each other’s arms, you both finally came apart, gasping for air, but your foreheads were pressed together.

"I don't know how you can still love me after everything I've done...but I'm grateful you do," he whispered to you. "You are enough...enough for me to want to keep going and to be the man you once saw in me. To continue being someone worthy of your love."

You kissed him again and then hugged his neck. "That's all I can ask for," you said to him.

The two of you stood there in each other's arms, relishing in being together again and committing the feel of each other's warmth to memory, even though you both knew deep down that you would never be apart again.

"Please...stay here with me," he whispered, almost pleading. "I don't want to go back yet."

"Of course, I will," you answered. "We can watch the sunset together."

You pulled away and took his hands, leading him over to a spot in the sand where the two of you could sit beside each other. At first, you rested your head on his shoulder as the sun descended on the horizon, but as moments passed, you ended up lying down with your head in his lap, his hand stroking your hair. You caught the last couple stray rays of light before you found your eyes closing and you drifted to sleep.

But not before you heard Crosshair whisper aloud, "Thank you, (Y/N)...I love you."

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[forgetminot]

Hello! I loved your Leon x Reader fics! If you wouldn’t mind may I request some good angst? As in Leon or the reader are injured in the RE4 mission and the other is trying to keep them alive. Ultimately you may decide their fate but I reaaaally love angst and wish to write some fics myself but end up deleting because my brain is like “HEY!!! You’re and artist… you can just draw this!” Which of course takes 90X’s longer😅

And thank you💖

Promise.

~ Leon Kennedy x gn reader ~

[ Warnings ; character death, ANGST, blood, gun, violence, infected villager deaths, profanities, more angst, ]

A/N : I'm not sorry. :)

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You could no longer see the natural colour of your hands, they were crimson; drenched in blood from the axe wound carved into Leon's stomach. Gun in one hand and Leon's arm slung over your shoulder. You push on through the infected village, killing any people that get too close. "Just a little further!" Leon nods weakly, clinging to you tightly. You push open the cabin door, lowering Leon to the ground and scanning your eyes around the room for something to barricade said door with.

"Bookcase- over there." You turn to where Leon is pointing, rushing over to the large bookcase and dragging it from one side of the room to the other, blocking the cabin's entrance. "Not to rush you or anything, but I'm bleeding out here." He lets out a shaky laugh, his hands placing pressure on his wound. Opening doors and searching shelves you look for bandages, medication, a needle, thread; anything that could help save your partner's life.

"Bleeding out and yet- you still have that amazing sense of humour." You comment; giving Leon a small smile over your shoulder. You let out a huge sigh of relief, because in the cupboard under the stairs you find a first aid kit. You hastily pull the box out lifting the lid. "No... No!" It's empty, completely empty. "Fuck!" You slam the lid down, standing up and kicking the box across the floor.

"Hey, ca- calm down." You turn around and walk towards Leon.

"Calm down? Leon you are dying on the floor right now and you want me to calm down!" You shout, worry covering your face.

"Our luck had to run out- sooner or later." He tilts his head up to look at you and motions with his hand for you to come sit beside him. You sigh, lowering yourself to sit next to him. "Promise me-"

"Don't." You shake your head from side to side, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Don't say goodbye."

"Promise me, you will find Ashley." He coughs harshly, blood falling onto his hand. "Shit..."

"I- Leon-"

"Find her and get her-" cough "Get h- her home safe." His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper and he's extremely pale, blood running down the side of his mouth; blood pooling on the floor from the axe wound. You take his hand in yours looking into his eyes deeply.

"Leon?" He doesn't respond, you sit in complete silence hand gripping onto his. "Leon?" You repeat. He's gone. Your whole body is shaking, your shirt soaked from your own tears. Thud. You stand quickly, taking your glock from its holster and aiming it at the door. The bookcase crashes down; loads of infected villagers flooding into the cabin. You shoot off multiple shots, killing two and then three villagers; but you can't hold them all off and there's far too many of them to even try. You rush to the closest window, prying it open and climbing through. Taking a deep breath you turn and look at Leon; a small smile on your face.

"I promise."

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A/N: there is some relatively descriptive violence at the end of this chapter.

Charles placed me down on his disgusting mattress with an eerie smile, and my skin crawls. My stomach churns as I tried my hardest to suppress the memories of being in this room before, afraid of what could possibly take place now that I'm back once again. It took every ounce of energy to just breathe and not set myself into a full-blown panic. "I'll be right back, dear. Don't you go running off again," he muses with a wink, and exits the room.

As if I could fucking go anywhere with my ankle in this condition.

I sighed, taking a gander around the room knowing that there was no way I could make a break for it. There was a weathered picture sitting on his bedside table; I picked it up to see a family of four huddled by a tree. The man in the picture of course was Charles, though much younger, accompanied by who I assumed were Alice and his children. The kids were smiling brightly, but the look on Alice's face was anything but happy. I nearly dropped the picture when I took a good hard look at her—the resemblance between us was uncanny.

"Do you remember that day, dear?" Charles reenters the room, and I jumped, not expecting his presence so soon. He came in holding two thin planks of wood and some bandages, amongst other small items. "I, uh...y-yes," I continued with my charade, my hands now shaking from apprehension. "It seems like just yesterday." He places the items beside me on the bed before running his hand down my cheek, tipping my face towards him by my chin. "You're just as beautiful now as you were then," he looks at me with his hollow eyes, a sickly-sweet smile on his face before he presses his lips to my forehead. I froze and held my breath, waiting for him to stop touching me.

I let out my breath when he releases his hold on my face and turns his attention to my leg. He picks up a bottle and carelessly pours its contents over my wounds, making me hiss from the burning sensation that it caused. I watched as bubbles formed on my skin, relieved that it was hydrogen peroxide he dumped on me to help aid some of the infection I'm sure I was going to get. I knew it wasn't going to be enough, though, but I'll take what I can get.

I whimpered when he picked up my leg to wrap it, and he shoots me a look as if he was satisfied with the pain that he was inflicting on me. I swallowed harshly, feeling like I would vomit from both the ache and the fact that this sick fuck was clearly getting off to this.

"S-so, where are the children now?" I asked, trying to keep my mind off the trauma in my leg. He sighs deeply, "Oh, they've run off some time ago," he says with melancholy heavy in his tone. "They left shortly after you did, leaving me all alone." I rolled my eyes at his shitty attempt to make me feel sorry for his neurotic ass. "How long have you been searching for me, Charles?"

He puts the pieces of wood on either side of my leg and shifts my ankle into place aggressively, and I holler from the intensity of the pain he caused. He chuckles at my reaction—if I wasn't already so lightheaded from it, I would've slapped the smile right off his face. If this was how he treated his wife, I can see why Alice ran away.

"A few years now, dear," he mutters as he begins to wrap my leg in more bandages, securing the makeshift brace. "I was beginning to think I'd never see you again, but there you were, with him," he spits, pulling hard on the bandages, causing me to whimper once again. "It was the perfect opportunity, really, like killing two birds with one stone. Not only do I get you back, but I get to watch you and your paramour suffer."

I shake my head in disbelief; this man is a monster.

From what I'm able to gather, he abused his wife and maybe even his kids to the point of no return, and she ran off with whoever he thought Noah was to get away. I knew he wasn't taking his antipsychotic medication, which would explain why he thinks he has the right people—but now we're suffering, and most likely going to die because of it.

I was relieved when he brought me back down to the cellar, only to dump me onto the mattress as if to dispose of me. I cried out in pain when my leg bounced off the ground, immediately reaching for it, hoping I could somehow soothe the ache by holding it. Gritting my teeth, I glowered at him as he gave a quick 'hmph' before heading back upstairs, leaving me and Noah like we were junk items that he no longer deemed useful.

"You okay?" Noah asks from across the room, shuffling to his feet. I pursed my lips and shrugged, "As okay as I can be, I guess." "Here," he holds out the unopened bottle of water and sleeve of crackers from earlier. "You need it more than I do." I stared up at him for a moment, taking in the exhausted, yet genuine look in his eye. Even as upset as he had been earlier, he still cared enough to make sure that I was fed. I take them from him with a half-assed smile as he sits on the ground beside me, leaning up against the wall.

I cracked open the water, taking a few sips before handing it back to him, and he gives me a questioning look. "You need it just as much as I do," I tell him, then opened the package of crackers for us to share as well. He bobs his head shallowly with a minuscule grin grazing his lips, popping a cracker in his mouth.

We sat in silence for a while, munching on the crackers and passing the water back and forth. We consumed maybe half of what we had before deciding to conserve it, unsure of when Charles would be back to replenish it.

Eventually I filled Noah in on the picture I had found, the resemblance between me and Alice, how long he's been searching for her, and the kids that we originally knew nothing about. He even agreed that it made sense that Charles thought I was her if he wasn't taking his medication, certainly hallucinating and picturing me as his wife.

We fall silent once more, leaving me to run my fingers through the dirt again. It dawned on me after a while that the hole we had dug wasn't there anymore; Noah filled it in at some point. "Did you manage to pull out whatever was stuck in the ground?" I asked, looking over at him. "Oh, shit, I almost forgot," he says in a lively manner, sitting up straight. "It was the head of a pickaxe. I hid it and buried the hole back up; thought maybe it would come in handy at some point. Maybe try to break through the boards on the window or something." Yeah, or beat Charles over the head with it and run. "Smart thinking," I nodded and chuckled at my morbid thought, and went back to playing with the dirt.

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I watched my bandages get dirtier and dirtier as the days went by, the blood seeping through turning from crimson to brown as it oxidized. My leg was still excruciatingly sore, and I could feel the warmth radiating through the bandages, surely due to an infection in the wounds. I needed actual medical attention if I wanted my leg to heal, and properly at that.

I was very limited with what I could do while rendered as a sitting duck; Noah and I played tic-tac-toe in the dirt occasionally to keep ourselves occupied. It was silly, but it certainly helped pass the time. I sighed after our current round, stretching my other leg out, which was stiff due to the lack of walking I've been doing.

"Did you ever do this with Leora? Play tic-tac-toe in the dirt, or was it always just picking out worms?" Noah asks, the corner of his lips curling upwards. I brushed our game away and chuckled, "Sometimes, but not very often." I drew another grid, setting up the next game. He puts his legs out in front of him, leaning back on his hands as he stares straight ahead, indicating he was done playing for now. He had a calm semblance to him, the tiny smile still playing on his lips while he sat there content, seemingly lost in thought.

He rolls his head towards me after a moment, his eyes searching mine as I held onto his stare. It was great to see that one of us was healing well—the swelling on his face was mostly gone, leaving only the purple and red hues around his eye, which he was now able to open. I had no idea what was on his mind, and my stomach was starting to fill with nerves from the uncertainty, but I couldn't look away. All I could see were my daughter's eyes; all I could think about was how much I wanted to see them again, and this was the closest I could get to that.

"Can I ask you something?" He finally breaks the silence. My heart jumps into my throat with apprehension; I tried to swallow it back down as I nodded. "Does she ever ask why she doesn't have a dad? Or is she too young to understand that?"

His question hits me like a freight train, leaving me speechless, breathless even. I sit there with my mouth opening and closing, unsure of how to even answer that. Leora has never asked me about the lack of a father; she most likely was too young to understand. Even so, my dad was always around and filled in the role of a father figure for her.

I shook my head. "She, uh...no, she's never asked," I stammered out, dropping my eyes to my hands that were folded in my lap. "She's too young, I think." "Right," he mutters. I could see him from the corner of my eye, bobbing his head up and down slowly while he processed my words. "I'm sure your dad is doing a great job helping out. Your mom, too." I let out a small laugh, "Yeah, they're great. Nick is, too, whenever he visits. She gets so excited to see him." I smile sadly to myself, picturing their last encounter and how elated she was when she swung the door open, running into his awaiting arms. I could hear her giggles clear as day when he gave her all those kisses on her face.

"So...why didn't Nick ever tell me?" Noah asks; there wasn't any accusation in his tone, just genuine curiosity. "I begged him not to," I mumbled, and started to pick at my nails. "Why, Amelia?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but I could still hear the ache in it. I huffed and closed my eyes, shaking my head back and forth. “I-I don’t know,” I whispered.

I don’t know? What kind of reasoning is that?

My chest felt heavy with regret, hating the way the words coming out of my mouth sounded. It was a shitty reasoning, but it was the truth—I really don’t know why I did what I did. Maybe I was afraid of what his reaction would be, or maybe I wanted to prove to myself that I didn’t need him to help raise her since he just up and left so easily. Either way, it was selfish of me. Nick had been right all these years—it wasn’t just hurting me, but it was hurting Noah. And it was going to confuse and maybe even hurt Leora, too.

“Do you think…” He hesitates, clearing his throat. I bring my attention back to him, and I see the timidness in his demeanor. “Do you think I might get the chance to…get to know her some day?” I took a deep breath and held it as his question ricocheted inside my head, my heart beating out of my chest. It was a question that I knew would come, but I wasn’t prepared for it.

We lock eyes again; his are heavy with hope, glimmering under the dull light above us, pleading for an answer. I let out the breath I was holding, nodding shallowly—it was only fair now that he knew about her. "Yeah, o-of course. Whenever we make it out of this mess," I let out a dry laugh. "Cool," he flashes a soft smile, and I couldn't help but mirror it. It was almost relieving to know that he wanted to be involved, or at least try to be, anyway.

Noah stands and makes his way to our closet of a bathroom, returning moments later with the head of the pickaxe. He walks over to the boarded up window, spinning the tool in his hand for a minute or two before clutching it and jamming it between two boards. I watched as he tried to pry them apart, his brows cinched and his jaw tense as he put all his effort into it, only to have it slip from the ruts over and over again.

"I just don't have enough leverage with this thing," he sighs before finally giving up, turning to me. "It's okay, don't put all your energy into it. We'll figure something out," I reassure him, motioning for him to sit back down. He shakes his head in defeat and starts walking around the room aimlessly, tossing the tool back and forth between his hands as he goes. He fumbles with it when the door swings open, Charles making his way into the room.

I tensed as he stalks over to me, that same foreboding smile plastered on his face. "Relax, I'm here to change your bandages, dear," he tells me as he crouches by my leg. He picks it up carelessly, sending a wave of pain through my ankle. "You fucker," I hissed between clenched teeth, glaring at him. "Could you maybe be oh, I don't know, gentle when doing this?" He chuckles with a shake of his head, starting to unravel the old bandages from around my leg. "Now, now, dear. That's no way to speak to someone who's taking care of your injuries," he muses as the pieces of wood fall to the dirt below me.

Tears spring to my eyes when he peels off the inner layer of bandages, getting stuck to the wounds as he went. I bit down on my lip to hold back my whimpers, squeezing my eyes shut and turning away so I didn't have to see the disarray that my leg was in. "Oh, this doesn't look too good, Alice," Charles tsks, "let's hope you don't lose your leg." My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach from the thought of losing my leg due to his negligence. "Are you fucking kidding me, Charles?" I whipped my head in his direction, taking note of the smirk he was brandishing. "Bring me to a hospital, now!" I shout. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm afraid I can't do that, Alice—"

The next thing that I knew, Charles' body was being ripped from me as he bellowed in agony. I gasped and my eyes grew wide from the sight in front of me; it all happened so fast. Noah was now behind Charles, his arm wrapped around his neck as blood poured down his face from the pickaxe that was now lodged in his eye. "This is for the black eyes you gave me, you sick fuck," Noah growls, pulling the tool from his face.

I couldn't move, I was so shell-shocked. I couldn't muster so much as a flinch, even when the blood splattered across my face from the tool being ripped from his skull. He thrusts it back into his eye socket, the harrowing scream escaping Charles chilling me to the bone. The nauseating sound of his flesh being ground together echoed in my head, my stomach now churning and clenching painfully as I released what little contents it held.

I gather myself as Noah throws Charles' now limp body to the dirt, panting as he watched his life wither away. He huffs, bringing his attention back to me, the remaining animosity heavy in his demeanor. I still couldn't move or say anything as my eyes followed a droplet of blood trail down Noah's cheek, and slip off his chin. He wipes his face off with the sleeve of his shirt before extending a trembling, blood-coated hand to me.

"It's time to get out of here and reunite with our daughter," he says with determination, an assuring grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

|Chapter 10|

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[getvalentined]

Yesterday I lamented a bit about people literally believing that sex is worse than violence, and I want to talk about that in more detail today.

Trigger warning for discussions of sexual assault, and somewhat detailed descriptions of body horror and violence.

One of my worst-kept secrets is that I'm into body horror. I try to keep it on the subtler side in my work, but it's probably still a bit extreme. I rarely get complaints about this—but I have been harassed for saying Yuffie could have a crush on anyone else in Avalanche. Not that she could or should have a relationship, or even implying that she does have a crush. Only that she could be attracted to another member of the party, because they are all extremely attractive, and teenage girls have crushes all the time.

I've drawn Vincent with his trachea exposed and written about Genesis' internal organs rotting away in fairly visceral detail, but the thing that makes me "sick" and unworthy of the air I breathe is that I think a teenage girl could find someone older than her attractive. This is the thing that has led people to tell me to kill myself.

Another terribly kept secret is that I was, at one point, a teenage girl myself. This didn't stop me from finding multiple adult celebrities attractive. For people who experience sexual attraction, this is normal. Me being fifteen years old didn't make Angelina Jolie any less attractive when playing Lara Croft.

This opinion is the one that's led folks to say they hope I get raped to death in prison. Not describing a character's skin being removed while the one removing it cackles in glee—that doesn't imply I'm a monster, because it's just violence. It's fiction. But I said teenagers can experience attraction, because I was one who did, and I'm inherently and undeniably evil.

This is what I mean when I say that people think sex is worse than violence. I'm not exaggerating, I'm referring to my actual experience—not just in fandom, but I'm not going to talk about my life in the cult because this is already too long. The point here is that I can portray the most gruesome torture, and everyone knows it's not real, but the instant human intimacy hits the scene it becomes some horrible, unforgivable concept that proves that I'm a monster who deserves to die.

I don't portray much sexual violence in my work, or engage with a lot of work that does, but—and this took me a long time to unpack—it's just another brand of violence in fiction. It can be gratuitous, sure, but so is my body horror. If I don't like it, I don't engage with it.

Before anyone brings up the topic of trauma processing and recovery, I need to add that I have personally experienced physical violence, medical violence, and sexual violence in my real life. I shouldn't have to explain that to keep people from attacking me for my work, and the fact that I've been through those things doesn't mean that my portrayal of these things is "valid" while portrayal by anyone who doesn't have the "correct" related trauma is "glorification." That's not how this works.

Some people experience sexual gratification from pain, or from engaging with portrayals thereof. For them, my work involving torture may inspire feelings of lust, my illustrations of body horror may be sexually arousing. Does this mean that I am sexualizing torture and abuse? Does this mean that I am encouraging skinning people alive? Of course not! No one has ever even implied such a thing!

Other people's reactions to my work, whether it's lust or disgust or anything in between, is not my responsibility. Likewise, my reaction to the work of others is not their responsibility. Sex is just sex, and fictional sex is just fiction—no matter how violent or inappropriate it may be.

You have every right to feel how you feel with regard to a creator's work. You can love it, hate it, it can be enticing or repulsive, you can find it exhilarating or triggering—all those responses are valid because you're a real person who feels things!

We attribute emotions to art, as well we should, but we should never attack the artist (operating in good faith) for creating something that caused an uncomfortable reaction in us. Those feelings are not a creator's responsibility to regulate for us.

Further, if you're a survivor of sexual assault who genuinely believes that murder is the kinder option, I am so sorry that your pain runs that deep. Truly. No matter what you've been through, the world is better for you being alive than it would be if your abuser had killed you. I'm sorry that it hurts so much that you can't see that yet. For a long time, I couldn't either. I understand the reaction, I understand seeing your own pain in every portrayal of sexual violence, I understand thinking it would be better to just be gone forever.

But that's not true, and if seeing it in fiction makes you wish violence and pain on-par with your own on other real people, you need to unpack it. You need to deconstruct that mindset. Hurt people hurt people, and you are hurting people.

But the world would be a darker, harder, sadder place without you in it. I'm glad you survived. I'm glad we both survived.

#fandom vent #fandom bullshit #tw sa #tw body horror #tw violence

[gavinstrick]

“hello lovelies ! as ya may know ive started a fundraiser for the operations and wheelchair that i desperately need, but ive never really been open about my disability on here so i thought id share a little about my story which is scary and uncomfortable but i think it’s the only way im really going to get through this and grow if I start actually talking about it.

I have been hospitalized thirteen times now since i was 16 yrs old. Diagnosed with bipolar 2, anorexia, PTSD, schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder, and developmental disabilities (I was told my brain stopped developing at 14 yrs old). I faced disgusting abuse from hospital staff/doctors/psychiatrists/psychologists/nurses. it’s been 7 years of hell.

When I was 19 I had just been kicked out of the UCSD treatment center where they cut me off from my medication, psychs, therapists - everything. I ran away and became a victim of sex trafficking for the second time in my life and i honestly just didn’t want to do it anymore. I tried to kill myself by jumping off a freeway overpass onto the I-5 during day time traffic. I survived. Breaking my right foot, leg, arm, ribs, pelvis, and three vertebrae of my spine. I spent 2 weeks in the ICU and trauma wards and spent 4 months in a wheelchair where afterwards I taught myself how to walk again bc I didn’t have access to physical therapy. since then i escaped my hometown of san diego and have tried to make something new of myself. something not so broken. but after seeing a pain management doctor last year due to the debilitating pain in my spine. i was told that my spine was deteriorating. The discs between my vertebrae are completely degenerating, i have arthritis throughout my spinal column, severe joint dysfunction. And my spine can’t keep up. The bones are being eaten away and without proper longterm treatment, it is only continue to worsen until i lose all mobility. I went from being mostly mobile to now completely bedridden. I wake up crying and don’t stop until i go to bed because of the unimaginable pain i am in. I can’t sit up without assistance, can barely walk, and it is the most heartbreaking thing i have ever experienced. all I went through just to be here now: in even more pain.

i am now in Italy with my incredible husband-to-be who has been by my side the whole time holding my hand through the tears and giving me strength to find doctors that WILL help me.

my gofundme is my hope that i can raise the money i need to get the spinal operation, wheelchair, and treatments i desperately need - and deserve. I dream to be mobile again, no more pain, i wanna Walk down that aisle, i wanna raise a family in the future, i want a life that isn’t so much pain anymore. And I have hope. My beautiful friends and family, my husband who is my rock and my light and my everything - have all given me hope that the beautiful life i imagine for myself as i lay in bed everyday is possible - i just urgently need to get the operations, treatments, and mobility aids that will one day have me back on my feet. Please consider donating and if you can’t please share it please spread the word and my story. this surgery is my chance and all ive ever wanted was just … a chance to get better. so please consider. the link is in the bio and literally Anything helps and pleasee continue to share in anyway you can. i love you guys and thank you and im crying a lot now lol but ❤️ bless ya hearts and stay safe out there and thank you for reading ❤️”

- my official statement for my gofundme :•) pls do continue to share and consider donating if u can. i appreciate all of u who have supported me through this and the lovies who have been there since the very start. let’s get this fuckin operation gurls !!! Xx

[watcher-with-burned-wings]

Five times Scott tried not to care and one time he does

Chapter 1

(Hey all! I decided to make a Scott imposter au! Check it out on Ao3)

Scott had been assigned to help Yellow with test samples in the medical bay for the day. Carrying a box full of test tubes and beakers, Scott could feel his tentacles twitch beneath his suit with anticipation. This would be his first kill.

He and Owen had planned this perfectly. Owen would kill the lights, causing mass confusion throughout the ship. Scott would strike down Yellow before the lights were fixed, then morph and vent to the cafeteria to have an alibi, saying he was getting food ready for him and Yellow as after they were finished, they were scheduled to have lunch.

Scott set the heavy box on the counter and started pulling out the glass tubes. Yellow began doing the same, humming a small tune. Yellow filled six tubes with test samples. Scott began preparing and mentally counting down the seconds when he was startled by Yellow talking.

“So Cyan, how are you settling in?” Yellow questioned.

“Uh…I think I’m good.” He replied, a bit confused.

Yellow shrugged a bit as he turned his back towards Scott, placing the tubes in one by one.

“It just seems like you and Orange are a bit standoffish. Which is fine, but you seem to be keeping your distance.”

Scott could feel his tentacles prepare to strike as he responded, “I’m just not used to such a tight-knit group. I feel like it isn’t my place to try to force myself in.”

Yellow paused in his movements, “Oh. Sorry, we made you feel that way. We would happily have you with us.” Yellow turned around excitedly. “Here, you can call me Wilbur! That’s my real name. I know we are not supposed to share it. But Yellow is too informal.”

Scott froze in shock and sputtered, “What?”

Yellow- no Wilbur- nodded. “Yeah, you guys are part of the family now, so it’s only fair that you can call us by our real names. Besides we trust you two now that it has been a few weeks.”

Right at that moment, the room went dark. Wilbur cursed and began fumbling around. Scott knew he should lunge, but his feet were planted on the floor. His tentacles melted back into his back as he internally panicked. Never had a human revealed their name to Scott. They always were just colors. Of course, Scott knew that humans had names, but names made everything more personal.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to get an easy quick kill. Plus, family? Wilbur called him part of the family. Imposters didn’t have families. Heck, they barely had friends. Once a hatchling left the nursery, they were moved to the facility to start imposter training. Then they were sent across the galaxies to kill off humans. That was Scott’s childhood.

He had heard that humans easily pack bonded, but they barely even knew each other. Did the other humans feel the same? Has every human he ever killed felt this way towards him?

By the time Scott snapped out of his moral crisis, Wilbur had found a flashlight in one of the drawers of the lab, granted, Scott could see just fine but he wasn’t about to say so.

“Come on, let’s go check electrical, Cyan.” Wilbur smiled and grabbed his hand, dragging him along. Scott let himself be pulled around the hallways.

By the time they reached Electrical, Pink had just fixed the lights.

“Hey, Techno! Do you know what happened?” Wilbur questioned.

Techno looked over his shoulder. “Someone flipped the switches. Nothing was damaged though. You were in the medical bay with Cyan, right Wil?”

Scott was once again shocked by the casual usage of their names. This was so foreign to him.

“Yeah, neither of us left the med bay,” Wilbur confirmed. “Cyan was by my side the whole day.”

Techno squinted and frowned. “Odd…hm. I’ll mention it at dinner tonight.”

Wilbur nodded. “Yeah, let Phil know. It was probably Tommy playing a prank again.” Wilbur laughed quietly.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Techno agreed. “Well, I should get back to navigation. See you two later.”

Techno soon left and Wilbur guided Scott back to the medical bay. Scott spent the rest of the day taking and sorting samples for testing. His mind raced with thoughts as he worked. How was he going to explain this to Owen? He groaned and sighed internally.

Later that evening at dinner, Owen had a look of shock and disbelief when Wilbur walked in behind Scott. Scott couldn’t bring himself to face Owen out of fear of what he would think. Scott sat down in between Owen and Green. Dinner was filled with idle chatter. Scott picked at his food, staring down at the table until Green cleared his throat. Everyone quickly fell silent.

“Thank you. I think it is time to make our two newest crew members a part of the family. I think we should introduce ourselves.” Green explained.

A murmur of agreement followed his statement. Scott briefly glanced at Owen. A mix of confusion and surprise painted his face, matching Scott's earlier feelings.

“I’ll start first. I am Captain Philza, or Phil.” Green- no Phil- introduced and smiled.

“I’ll go next,” Light Blue stood and nodded. “You can call me Niki! I mainly do the engineering on the ship.”

“Cyan already knows my name, but I am Wilbur. I’m the doctor on board and Phil’s song.” Wilbur offered a hand to Owen, who shook it politely. Wilbur pointed over to Pink–Techno. “That’s Technoblade, my twin. Or just Techno or Tech for short. He keeps us safe and is the primary fighter.” Techno gave a wave.

Glancing over to Owen, he could see the cogs turning in his head as he narrowed his eyes at Techno. Red suddenly sprang up and stood on the table.

“I’m Tommy Karen Innit! The biggest man ever and wife have! Those losers are my older brothers. I’m training to be the next captain. So, bow down to me!” He shouted, pointing down at Scott.

Lime jumped and pushed Tommy off the table. “Ignore him, I’m Tubbo. I’m in charge of Admin, working with Jack Manifold.” Tubbo said pointing to Blue. Blue huffed and crossed his arms.

“I’m Ranboo, I am interning under Techno to learn under him.” They said meekly and sunk back into his chair. Everyone looked toward them to introduce themselves.

“You may call me Owen,” Owen answered begrudgingly, then pointed at him. “That’s Scott.”

Phil smiled. “It’s nice to finally meet you properly. Owen, you’ll probably be assigned to Niki most days due to your knowledge of mechanics. Scott… You’ll float for a bit to find a good place for you.” Green explained. “You are all dismissed. Have a great night.”

Once everyone had dispersed, Owen dragged Scott to their shared room and threw him onto the bunk. He slammed the door shut before spinning on him.

“What was that, Scott!? You could have killed Yellow! Or Wilbur, whatever his name was! What happened? You’re usually good at stealth kills.” Owen crossed his arms and leaned against the closed door.

“I’m sorry Owen. He just surprised me. He told me his name so casually and caught me off guard. It won’t happen again.” Scott promised.

Owen sighed and sat by Scott. “It’s okay, we all have our rough days. We’ll get them tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, sorry again. I don’t know what came over me.” Scott says. Lying through his teeth.

Owen smiled and hugged him. He then got up and went to his bunk. “Night Scott. Love you like a brother.” He says before laying down.

Scott swallowed guiltily. “Night Owen…”

Scott lay down and stared at the ceiling, a lump in his throat as his thoughts ran wild.

#dangthatsalongname #scott smajor #smajor1995 #smajor #alternate universe #owenjuicetv #mcyt #among us #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #technoblade #Scott Among us au #imposter au

[epickiya722]

I don't know how to start this!

Okay, but I think, this is just me, if AFO is Izuku's dad... wouldn't his behavior and actions show that?

For one, AFO is an user. He manipulates people. He plays with people like they're chess pieces.

But he isn't that big of a genius. If anything he uses the fear he has on people. He needed spies to even keep tabs on his enemies. He needed Garaki for quirks and other medical needs.

He's smart enough to know that to get what he wants, he has to use people. He can't do it by myself. If he could, he would have been accomplished his goals.

(He reminds of those kids in school who don't study, but cheats off other kids and gets passing grades that way.)

With that in mind, if Midoriya was his son, he wouldn't try to kill him to take OFA back.

If anything, he could have thought that Izuku would be a better candidate than Tomura to be the next AFO.

No doubt the moment he knew of Izuku and OFA, he would have had Garaki do all he can to defy the law of genetics to make it capable for his son to became a perfect body replacement for him.

If Izuku is his son, wouldn't he not mind him possessing his brother's quirk? His son? His brother's legacy could still live on, just in the form of his son.

AFO cared for his brother, just in his own twisted way. You would think he wouldn't mind his own flesh and blood holding some power he has. He gave his brother a quirk because he found him weak. So wouldn't he not mind Izuku having a quirk, even better OFA?

Let's say he knew about Izuku being quirkless because Garaki informed him.

What if this whole time he had been looking for a quirk for Izuku to have? And then gave up because he learned Izuku not only got a quirk from his enemy but got OFA?

He probably would have thought OFA was finally in its rightful place, back with family even if it was his son. He can't bring his brother back, but his son shares that same sense of justice and green eyes as Yoichi so he's satisfied.

He wouldn't have been insulting Izuku the way he did. Maybe he would have tried to recruit Izuku, change his mind.

He would have manipulated him into stepping into the bad side.

Instead, he just sees him as another useless background character.

Another thing about the DFO Theory is...

AFO also strikes me as the kind of villain that wouldn't just hook up with anybody, let alone have kids. I doubt he ever saw Inko and went "Let me seduce this woman". He just doesn't seem like that to me. All this man wants his power and OFA. You think he will even spend two minutes with a woman like that?

Hell, I doubt he'll even try to get a woman pregnant on purpose unless he was gonna use that kid.

When it comes to kids, AFO just doesn't care for them unless he finds one useful. Maybe biological kids is a special case, I don't know.

And I think if Izuku was his son, he would have said so as a way to mock All Might and maybe Nana.

"Ha ha, I had a son and he has my quirk." He's a cruel man, he would have done that maybe. Because of him, Nana couldn't raise his son and All Might couldn't have a family because he was too busy being the Symbol of Peace.

But I doubt he even cares to mock All Might anymore because All Might is out of his way. And with Nana, he already mocked her with Tomura. Don't think he cared to do it again.

I'm honestly just rambling here.

Again, I don't hate the DFO Theory. I don't think it's a dumb theory or not possible. Not even try to debate on it. Anything is possible with this story.

I'm just putting a thought out there.

#just kiya's thoughts #🤷🏿‍♀️ #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #midoriya hisashi #all for one #afo #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers

[howlingday]

Dragonslayer: Slap

After a mission Jaune and Yang have a massive argument about how risky their situation was and while both their teams try to explain to Yang that Jaune did what he needed to do and stop them fighting, Yang not knowing she went too far and insulted him while then slapping him a little too hard and leaving a bruised cut on his cheek, and soon realizing what she did she began to cry and run away.

After almost a few hours Jaune came to find her only to see her trying to wipe his blood off her hand, once she noticed he was there still with a bruised and cut cheek, he apologized only making her cry more knowing she hurt him.

"Okay, what the hell was that?!" Jaune simply watched as his girlfriend shoved the medics and combat surgeons out of her way until she was at the foot of his cot. "I spend the last six hours keeping my cool and trying not to freak out, and you just go out there and nearly get yourself killed fighting the biggest Grimm you could?!"

"I mean," Jaune shrugged, "I thought I did just fine."

"You're in a cast!" Yang shrieked.

"Aura'll heal me right up." He chuckled. "Besides, I'm pretty sure it'll come off soon."

Yang balked at the lax and candor. She looked around for support, but found only awkward look-aways and nervous whistling. A nurse sidled timidly around her and checked his arm with her semblance. She nodded and turned to meet the livid woman's glare. She gulped and hurried away.

"I'm glad you're okay." Jaune smiled. It really pissed her off.

"Jaune!" Ruby and the rest of both teams arrived with their chaperone, Professor Goodwitch, and stood next to her sister. "Are you all right?"

Jaune looked to his casted right arm, then chuckled. "I guess not."

"Mr. Arc, please be serious." Professor Goodwitch sighed. "I understand your aura reserve is impressive, but it is not limitless. What you use to hasten your recovery will only lead to more harm in the future."

"Yes, Professor." Jaune nodded. "Which is why I'm only healing myself with aura little by little every hour or so. The nurse came by and said I was fully healed, so I should be back in the fight-"

"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!" Yang roared, startling a few patients nearby. The rest of her team dragged her out of the make-shift hospital, where she stomped and growled for a few minutes before speaking again. "CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT GUY?!" She clasped her hands together to her cheeks before speaking in a mocking tone. "The nurse came by and said I was fully healed, so I should be backin the fight~!"

"I mean, that's good, though, isn't it?" Ruby asked, then immediately regretted her choice of words as her older sister glared at her.

"As self-destructive as he seems," Weiss said, drawing attention off of her team leader, "your boyfriend isn't an idiot. He knew full well the risks, but still took the chance and came out alive on the other side. The Grimm horde is now greatly reduced thanks to him."

"But he almost died!" Yang shouted.

"An eventuality that drifts closer the longer we stay in this profession." Blake stated.

"Why are you guys taking his side?!"

"We're not." Ruby said, holding up her hands in a calming gesture. "We're just showing both sides of the issue. Believe me, I want to hit the dummy for almost dying, too, but I'm too glad that he's alive to be angry with him."

"Well, maybe you guys are, but I'm still pissed that he'd try something so stupid."

"Aw, I'm sorry, Yang." She whirled around to see her boyfriend, standing and smiling like the lovable idiot she knew. "Would a kiss make you feel better?"

"No, it wouldn't." She crossed her arm, scowling at him. "I'm not happy about what you did, and it's going to be that way for a really long while."

"Yeah, jumping headfirst into a Grimm horde from above wasn't my smartest idea," he chuckled, scratching his cheek, "but hey! Look at me now! Besides, I wouldn't leave you alone, Yang. I gave you my word as an Arc-"

"YOUR ARC'S WORD DOESN'T MEAN SHIT!" Yang screeched as her arm swung out as fast as lightning, cracking against Jaune's face with a booming thunder.

Everyone stood in silence, unmoving at the event that just unfurled. Ruby, Weiss, and Blake stared, wide-eyed and mouths shut from the damning act their brawler made. Jaune recoiled from the blow, but didn't move to recover. Yang's hand shook as the crime replayed over and over in her mind, though it only happened less than a second ago.

Jaune turned without looking at Yang, looking back to his team. "I can tell you're still angry. I'll let you blow off some steam."

"NO, WAIT, JAUNE!" Yang reached out. "I'M SORRY!" But his team covered his rear as he walked away, their eyes burning holes into her very being. Her team cautiously approached her, noticing the tears pouring from her eyes before she did.

"What have I done?"

#rwby #dragonslayer #jaune arc #yang xiao long #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #glynda goodwitch

[toribookworm22]

7&7

Okay, so because I have ten of these tags, I'm just going to combine them. Thanks @creatrackers @pure-solomon @captain-kraken (×2) @oh-no-another-idea @primroseprime2019 (×2) @enchanted-lightning-aes @theunboundwriter @sunlit-gully for the tags!

No pressure tagging: @minutiaewriter @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @lyssentome @sam-glade @tisiphonewolfe @kyofsonder & leaving my open tag as always!

In the spirit of combining, I'm picking some of my favorite snippets so far from the first 7 chapters of the second book in my secondary series. 🙃 Hopefully I'll remember to redact the spoilers this time around.

Chapter 1

The earth trembles when his knees hit the dirt.

Or maybe that's just me. Because I don't realize I'm shaking until Micah softly holds my shaking hand. He's warm at my side, constant.

My makeshift weapon slips from my grasp as I take my own place in my hands and knees before the new mass grave. Micah falls with me, cradling my head against his chest. I don't cry. These deaths aren't mine to mourn.

Chapter 2

All the tension that has been rotting in my stomach and lungs settles. Sure, everything sucks. The whole world is on fire right now for me and the people I care about, but my own fire is starting to burn out. I can stop burning when I have my sister in my arms. Two figures materialize. And the rot stirs back up.

Chapter 3

You die, too,” I tell her but also myself. “You die with the people you love and someone new keeps living your life. Survivors die a thousand deaths. We just keep coming back to life, too.” “And if we don’t?” That’s the question, isn’t it?” Is it the sleeping medication in your nightstand drawer or the knives sewn into your pillowcase or does your body give out before your mind does? “Then someone dies with you.” She breathes out a laugh, wiping her nose with the blanket. “That’s a happy thought, isn’t it?” “I don’t know. I don’t think I want to die alone.”

Chapter 4

How do you tell someone I’m sorry we ended up like this without sounding like it’s over? Even if it is over. Even if this nothingness, this festering mile of mistakes is both the beginning and the end. Even if nothing was created yet everything was destroyed.

Chapter 5

If working in a bar has taught me nothing else, it’s when to recognize a swindler. Who will try not to pay their tab, who will pick pockets while they chat, who will spike drinks while someone’s not looking. I know Edward can take care of himself. But creeps are persistent.

Chapter 6

Another unfinished story. I am full of unfinished stories. Who was the girl before me and who is the one who truly killed her? ...

Does the girl who broke the glass deserve to get a happy ending?

Chapter 7

“But no. My friend, you bring all three of your comrades straight to me.” “What did you do?” Imre slinks onto the floor as well, reaching out with one hand to tip my chin up. “Nothing to you, dearest. Nothing to you.”

#writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing tag game #7&7 #secondary series #now if i had the first book published #there would be spoilers #but i dont so you know nothing 🙃