#mustard deserved better

[bibibbon]

MHA mustard deserved better

Mustard is a character that many of us forget but surprisingly his character really stuck to me for some reason.

Mustard is around 13-14 years old and was part of the training camp attack. His quirk is known as gas and looks very similar to midnight it also has a very similar effect to midnight's. I think that it's such a shame that his story was never explored and that we never got much of what happend to him. We don't even see him in the final arc. All we are told is that mustard is captured by the police after the attack and is then imprisoned to never seen him again.

I think that if MHA wanted to truly and properly redeem villains or explore the idea why villains became the way they are we should of gotten more exploration when it came to mustard. You can easily assume that mustard probably had a horrible life that drove him to villainy because how is it that you become a villain and don't have enough of anything to change out of your middle school uniform. How is it that a 13-14 year old knows how to wield a gun and there are so many more questions like how was mustard treated?

Personally I would have it so that we are shown more about mustard. How did he end up where he is? How did shigaraki even allow him to join? Did he somehow stumble or was in the wrong place at the wrong time and just got swept by the crowd? Who taught him how to wield a gun? And so many other questions to build his character. Mustard felt like an empty character with wasted potential. From the little amount of screentime we can tell that he acts like a child and is a bit annoying like a middle schooler would be but he definitely acts,fights and does so many more things above his age. I personally would be more interested in a tiny arc to explore how society failed mustard. Why is his name mustard anyway? He is one of the only characters who we don't know his real name so does that mean mustard could of been a name a bully gave him?

For some reason thinking about the character of mustard distinctly reminds me of middle school Izuku midoriya. They seem ironically similar in a way🤷‍♀️.

Also can we talk about how after he gets captured nothing really happens. Like where does mustard go? He is too young to go to prison so does MHA have something equivalent to a delinquent center or juvenile detention? Do they just let mustard rot in jail? Does mustard have a family that tried to fight his case? Did the family get any backlash (like toga's family)? So many questions to think about. Was there or could of there been a rehabilitation programme out up for mustard. Like mustard is young and shows a lot of signs that say "society failed me" or something similar so was there or could of there been something similar to that.

I personally think we should of gotten some mustard and midnight interactions. They have similar quirks with similar effects one became a hero the other a villain they don't have many differences I wonder if midnight struggled with her quirk I wonder how she would interact with mustard.

#mha critical #bnha critical #mha #hori is a bad writer #horikoshi critical #bhna critical #bnha #mustard mha #mustard deserved better #rewrite i guess

[randomnameless]

If you are under the impression. That three house has clear cut  good guy route or evil route you are wrong 

Gasp I’m wrong!

Help me! What am I supposed to do?

edelgard starting the war which is necessary for the goals of overturnibn fodlan s established order 

But what order are you talking about?

Supreme Leader started her war after seizing power in her own country, and in Nopes, after reforming Adrestia as she saw fit.

Her allies demolished Faerghus so bad that there is no order in that place during the events of the Academy part of the game, Lambert was trying to “overturn” whatever existed in Faerghus, and AM!Dimitri apparently puts more commoners in his government than what previously existed.

Do you have any source about the order that used to exist in the Alliance before the War? And why it needed to be overturned?

It can’t be because of their reliance on the Church, because even in FE16 proper they only pay “lip-service” to its teachings. It can’t be crest based discrimination either, because Holst exists, and Judith has no seat anymore, when Edmund, crestless Edmund, got hers.

and rhea isn’t evil or villainous the game is consistent rhea needs to be removed from power she is wrong and her actions like the crest system and stagnation of tech hurt people 

Rhea needs to be “removed” from “power”, even if she has no “power” as said War demonstrated?

Also, pretty sure Rhea gives her position to Billy from her own volition on non Tru Piss routes, so she can remove herself just fine, no need to kill thousands of randoms for that :)

For my part, I prefer thin crust in my pizzas, but there is no international norm or system that commands all pizzas from the world to adopt thin crust, so it’s ultimately up to each restaurant to decide whether they want their thick crust or if they want to make a thin crust pizza.

Stagnation of tech hurt so many people that we can’t name any, take the ban on autopsies. Fodlan isn’t a world where some schmuk can learn how to heal by singing in a choral once per month for at least 3 months, nope.

White magic doesn’t exist, so people cannot be healed without “autopsies”. Or they suffer a lot. Somehow.

war was only way rhea isn’t naga Naga wouldn’t do what rhea does putting humans under heel controlling them 

And yet, to several Adrestians and people from the Fodlan verse, a lot of people would be pretty pleased to be under Rhea’s heels.

Naga and Rhea are two different people, and Rhea cannot fuck away to Sothis knows where to run away from humans, she wants to stay in the land that saw her birth and in her home without being turned into a pair of rolling dices.

Did she thwart Fodlan’s History out of self preservation (for her and kind) purposes, to protect the descendants of the Elites and in a bid to stop the war and usher an era of relative peace? Yep.

Does this count as “controlling”?

Is Rhea playing 5D chess when she controlled the Adrestian Emperor (not Willy!!) to ban her southern Church and piss on her teachings? Did she control the Western Church when its Bishop sent several people to kill her?

Word of God itself said :

That said, Seiros and co. meddled with history not in order to rule over humans, but to quell the flames of war and chaos as much as possible, and to also keep a steady balance about humanity. 

Sorry if it doesn’t match a certain fanfic, but I don’t think the Author is Dead, and their words, even if I sometimes rage at them, hold precedence over any BNF (NoA included).

#summer discourse saga 2022 edition #TFW word of god is ignored but crust system prevails #if only no one was trying to change how their countries were running before Supeme Leader started her Supreme Leader things #FE16 #fandom woes #tech stagnation is a complicated topic that deserves more than punctuation less anon #it's all about priorities and the goals that can be achieved through those new means #would the world be a better place without mustard gaz? if someone banned its invention would it be considered censorship? #are there limits to censorship? rather can it be allowed in some cases? whoever knows #this topic is way more large and serious than talking to some schmuck whose only achievement is to send word salad on anon

[zxvmp]

Toge Inumaki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: improper use of techniques, slightly suggestive (not exactly smut, just hip grinding and making out 😛), mentions of depression, starving, and anxiety.

summary: you’re a new student at jujustu high looking for a way to understand curses more and control your technique. what you didn’t expect was getting yourself distracted by a particular boy..

a/n: this take place when yuta, maki, panda, and toge are all first years so my life’s easier lmao. kinda long story, probably should’ve done this on ao3 tbh 😭

Gojo had told you to meet in a classroom down the hall so he could introduce you to the other first years of jujutsu high. You always knew curses existed in the world, at a young age you discovered your technique. Strange markings formed on the palms of your hands and just from the touch of your skin you could dismantle peoples body’s parts. A very dangerous technique. You’ve hurt more people than you could count, even your own parents. Something you’d never forgive yourself for.

After unintentionally harming people, you shut yourself out and ignored many people in your life. Those people didn’t deserve to live their life with missing limbs because of your technique. You found yourself falling deeper and deeper into depression, rarely going out, and barely eating. Many things changed after a special grade sorcerer by the name of Satoru Gojo introduced you to the world of cursed energy and a high school specially made for people like yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you clenched your gloved fists slid open the shoji door.

Immediately you felt all eyes on you. Everyone’s piercing gazes sent shivers down your spine from how intimidated they were. Was that a panda?

“Why don’t you introduce yourself?” Gojo suggested.

Your eyes stared at the floor as you fiddled with your fingers, trying to think of an introduction. Letting out a deep sigh, you raised your head with confidence and began to speak.

“My name is (y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

Gojo began to introduce you to the people in the room, but one stuck out the most. He had white hair with a slight silver tint to it and beautiful lavender colored eyes. Although you couldn’t see his full face, he seemed to give you a smile when Gojo finally told you his name.

“I think you and Toge will get along the most, which is why i’ll be sending you both on a mission.”

Of course, out of all the people he had to choose him.

“A mission? Already?” You ask nervously. You had just started at the school and he was already sending you on a mission.

“Uhh yeah?” Gojo snickered, motioning for the two of you to follow him out.

You hesitated to follow, but seeing Toge follow him out made you follow as well. Giving a quick wave goodbye to the others, you quickly caught up the boys. As you walked beside them, you couldn’t help but feel nervous and kick the rocks on the road to help distract your mind. You’d never fully experienced a fight against a cursed creature, so you had no idea what you’d do when you’d encounter one. Toge seemed to notice your nervousness and poked your shoulder.

“Mustard leaf.”

Squinting your eyes at the boy, he seemed puzzled as well.

“Mustard leaf?” You ask out of confusion.

Gojo let out a low chuckle before turning to you to explain why he used strange words to communicate. Apparently he was a cursed speech user, and to prevent from harming himself and others, he uses rice ball ingredients to speak.

“So do you understand what he’s saying?” You whisper, only loud enough for Gojo to hear.

“No, but sometimes I act like I do to make him feel better.” Gojo snickered, gaining the attention of the cursed speech user.

After Gojo placed a barrier around the school you were assigned, you were now left alone with Toge. As much as you tried to understand what he was saying, he became frustrated and let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry..” You say, feeling guilty you couldn’t understand what he was trying to say.

He quickly shook his hands and made a few strange gestures that made you raise an eyebrow. With a roll of his eyes he pulled out his phone and began to type into a notepad app.

“Not you, me. You are okay.”

You quickly realized he was frustrated with himself and not you, which made you a bit more relieved.

“I see, what exactly where you trying to say earlier?”

He began to tap his screen fast, showing you another response.

“Wanted to see if you were okay, seemed stress.”

You found it cute he cared about how he cared for you despite you two just meeting. Looking at his soft features you could tell he was a kind-hearted person.

“Awe thank you. I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.”

Before he could respond, his eyes quickly darted to the curse behind you. In seconds you watched his fingers unzip his large collar and push you out the way.

“Explode!”

Your eyes widened as the curse immediately exploded from just the sound of his voice. Speaking of his voice, he sounded very hot all of a sudden. Snapping out of your thoughts, you quickly rushed to his side to made sure he was okay. Looking at his face you could see markings on both of his cheeks, and his tongue that was stuck out.

“Thank you, are you alright?”

He gave you a nodded and zipped his collar back up, continuing to walk forward as if what he just did wasn’t amazing. Jogging to his side you couldn’t help but smile, he was very cute.

“That’s a very unique technique you have, I like your markings.” You say with a small smile.

You two stared into each others eyes before he whispered a small ‘thanks’. It was a shame he was limited to short words, his voice was so beautiful.

Walking through the halls of an empty school felt so strange, especially with the weird feeling of eyes constantly on you. You’d always have sharp senses, but being with him made you more nervous than you should’ve been. Setting your thoughts aside you took a deep inhale to focus yourself on the mission. As you both turned a corner you were both face to face with a large curse. This time you took the lead and defended him before he used his speech technique.

Placing your gloves in your skirt pocket, you raised on hand and placed it on the curses rough skin. The curse cried out in pain as it’s body crumbled away from just the touch of your palm. A slight sting formed in the hand you had just used, causing you to wince in pain.

“Mustard leaf.”

You had remembered he asked you that question earlier, and he explained to you moments ago he was asking if you were alright. Putting two and two together you understood what he was trying to say.

“I’m fine, just a slight pain.”

He nodded and reached for you hand, but you quickly whipped them away before he could touch them. You didn’t know if letting him touch your hands would harm him, and you didn’t want to risk any chances.

“I might hurt you.” You say, placing your hands behind your back.

“Bonito Flakes.” Toge said shaking his head, reaching for your hand once more.

You gasped once he made contact, but to your surprise nothing happened to him. Mouth open in shock, he observed your hands and markings and gave you a smile before placing them back down gently. Maybe this was what Gojo meant by us getting along. You two shared some common traits.

He pulled out his phone to type into his notes app once more and held his screen in front of his face.

“If you focus hard enough, you won’t hurt the people you care about.”

Gojo had explained to you that throughout your time at the school you’d gain control over your technique, and thinking about it now, he could be right. You stared down at your palms and eyes the two markings on your palms. You knew they meant destruction, so you always thought anything you touched would be destroyed.

The two of you shared a quick smile before continuing your walk around to find the main curse to exorcise, but as you followed the white haired boy, a large tentacle broke through a window startling you both. Large glass pieces flew through the air, some leaving cuts on your exposed skin. Toge took action and unzipped his collar, yelling “Twist.”

The tentacle twisted and you could hear the cries of the curse outside as it retracted its tentacle. That curse had to be the one you were both looking for. It was very large and you could feel how powerful its energy was. Since you were only on the second floor it’d be safe to jump out to save the time of running down the halls and down the stairs to reach the creature. Giving Toge a quick nod, you both jumped out the window.

“Don’t move!”

The curse stilled it’s movements, giving you the time to place your hands on it to destroy it. Since the size of the curse was pretty big, destroying it took a lot of energy and focus. Soon after the contact you made with it, the curse cried out and exploded, causing you to fall to ground from its body crumbling away. Your hands trembled and you silently cried in pain from the intense stinging you felt in your hands.

Toge quickly rushed to your side, one hand placed on your back and the other turning your chin towards him. “Mustard leaf?!”

Even with the pain you felt, you couldn’t help but feel flustered from how close you two were in the moment. You could see all of his features much clearer now. His sharp jawline, pale clear skin, beautiful lavender eyes, he was so ethereal. His eyebrows raising caused you to snap of your daze and made you nudge him away from you to calm yourself down.

“It’s just the after effects, I promise you i’m fine.”

You gave him a quick smile before standing and placing your gloves back onto your hands. He coughed a bit as he zipped his collar up, making you wonder if using cursed speech took a toll on his throat. It must’ve if he had to use it all the time.

Gojo congratulated you for completing your first mission without any injuries and sent you back to the academy in a car with your new friend. During the car ride the two of you shared some things about each other throughout text messages since you still couldn’t fully understand what he was trying to tell you.

You learned quickly that he could be a tease, but you didn’t mind.

The next three months was spent going on missions with your new teammates—Maki, Panda, and Yuta— and intense training. You learned that Maki couldn’t use cursed energy which you found unfortunate, but despite her not having cursed energy she was very admirable. She was extremely flexible and incredibly good at wielding weapons; you lost almost every sparing match against her. The other two were very kind, especially Yuta. He could be very awkward sometimes but told good jokes to make up for it.

One thing you wished you could ignore throughout those three month were the strong feelings you felt towards. Toge. There had always been this strange tension between the two of you whenever it was just the two of you hanging out. Even being his best friend, you always felt slightly nervous around him to the point you tried to avoid him at times. You felt bad when you watched his expression in his eyes change when you ignored his questjons. He, of course, respected your wishes whenever you avoided him. Not ever considering using his technique to force you to explain why you avoided him at times.

…Well, he at least tried to.

Your avoiding had been going on for weeks now and he was starting to become frustrated. Maki wouldn’t even tell him why, he knew she knew but he wanted to hear it come from your mouth.

A knock on your door startled you from the book you had been reading as you quickly walked over to see who see who had knocked at such a late time.

Your eyes widened as it was the one boy you had been avoiding for the past three weeks. Before you could close the door, Toge quickly stopped it and forced his way in, closing it behind him.

Usually he’d text you before coming to your room, so his sudden appearance made you nervous since you were dressed in a large t-shirt with only a bra and underwear on underneath.

“H-Hey Toge, what’s up?” You say nervously, fiddling with your hands behind your back. His intense stare made you even more nervous than you needed to be, and you just knew your cheeks were a bright red.

His eyes squinted as he cocked his head to the side, eyeing you up and down before sighing.

“Avoiding.” Toge whispered.

Damn, did he catch on?

“What do you mean?” You say, playing dumb.

He scoffed and pushed past you, heading towards your desk to write on a sticky note. “Don’t play dumb (y/n).”

Did he finally notice your strange behavior? The way you fumbled your words around him and evident blush that always coated your cheeks whenever he touched or looked at you. Maybe avoiding him made him put things together, and now he was confronting you about it. He scribbled down a new sentence, holding the note in your face.

“You’ve been avoiding me, why?”

You gasped in shock at his accusation, of course he wasn’t wrong, but you still didn’t want to admit it. “I have not been avoiding you, Toge.”

He sighed as he rolled his eyes, hands running through his hair before ripping another note to write down another sentence.

“Tell me, please?”

Your heart rate increased from the intimidating gaze he gave you as he held the note out for you to read.

“It’s getting late. You should-”

“Tell me.” Toge said, his cursed energy immediately hitting your body.

Your words flew out of your mouth immediately without any warning, “I’ve been avoiding you because I like you.”

Both of your eyes widened, yours mostly widened because he used his technique on you and he’d never done that before. Your hands instantly flew your mouth as you backed away slowly before you stumbled onto your couch.

Toge took a full stack of sticky notes along with a pen and quickly rushed to sit beside you.

“N-No! I swear that isn’t it. I don’t know why I said that.” You chuckle nervously.

He shook his head and wrote down a note for you to read. “Don’t lie. Do you really like me?”

At this point, your heart was pounding out of your chest, ready to burst at any given moment. You clenched your hands into a fist onto your thighs as you turned your flushed face away from him, too embarrassed to tell him to his face.

“Face towards me.” Toge demanded.

A slight shock ring throughout your body before you felt your body move on it’s own, you now facing Toge again.

“Hey stop doing that! That’s unfair.” You pout, unable to turn your body.

Toge scoffed and shoved another sticky note to your face, “I don’t want to have to ask again. >:(”

You sighed in defeat as you lowered you head, whispering a small ‘yes’.

Toge smirked as he tossed the paper and pen to the side, tilting your chin up towards him, mouthing “I like you too.”

Your mouth parted slightly and Toge took that as his chance to place a quick kiss onto your soft lips. As he pulled back a bit to admire your expression, you could see his sly smile on his face. You knew he was enjoying this. Without thinking, you rushed in to crash your lips against his—a desperate kiss. You practically melted into his touch as his hands traveled up your thighs before pulling you on top of him to deepen the kiss even more.

The moment was perfect to you, something you’d always imagine but never expect to ever happen. His tongue moved hungrily against yours as his grip on you tightened, causing you let out a small gasp. Your hips began to grind against him to help the built up heat forming in your panties. Your fingers ran through his hair through your heated make out session before you both pulled back for air. He looked so handsome like this, his hair ruffled and cheeks flushed, you couldn’t believe you managed to pull him.

“Kiss me.”

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sorry for any spelling errors, i wrote this at like 3 am because i got this sudden urge to write about him…he’s so fine 😇

part 2??

#inumaki toge #jjk inumaki #jujutsu kaisen #toge x reader #gojo satoru #maki zenin #panda jjk #furukawa yuta #one shot #fluff #smut? #first kiss

[agentmilayawithshield]

Claire's "I'm really sorry you feel like that" was a perfect example for why her and Carmy aren't really made for each other, and why I think they shouldn't be together in the show.

Putting the fact that I ship Syd and Carmy aside, the Bear has the characters and the storyline that I can enjoy even if my ship doesn't get together in the end. (But they should)

She's a nice girl. She's probably the nicest person Carmy knows from his childhood. She's a doctor, she has her shit together, and would probably be a likable character if we saw her from a different perspective.

And it's not her fault for not knowing how starting your restaurant works, and for not picking up the fact he shouldn't have this much free time to spend with her.

It's more that Claire, after dating Carmy for a few months, doesn't know that her reaction is the last fucking thing he needs.

He is stuck in a walk-in, on his restaurant's soft launch, freaking out, angry at himself for losing focus and almost fucking everything up. She is not supposed to be there anyway, didn't announce herself in any way, and when she catches him saying things like "I don't deserve to be happy" she doesn't think to tell him to keep calm, or "You deserve happiness", or "We will figure it out".

Tina was softly reassuring him that everything was fine, that he didn't screw anything up, that everything was handled, even though people in that kitchen (Especially Syd and Nat) have the right to be mad at him: for never calling Tony/Ted/Terry to fix that fridge, for being so unfocused that he approved artwork he hates, for not knowing what brand of mustard they switched to, for not answering when asked on what side of the shelves to put the pots and pans on, or ditching on Sydney to help Claire, and then going around Syd and developing recipes with Claire.

It feels like they believed he could be "cured with love". That's why even though Fak, who has known him for so long, who knows him better, and who just witnessed Carmy screaming obscenities from the walk-in is telling her not to go to him, she goes anyway, and makes things worse.

And besides Richie, who likes Claire for Carmy, and who is projecting his own failed marriage to the woman he still loves, everyone else is avoiding making him feel like a bigger shit while he's stuck inside. (Richie still screams I love you at Carmy and hears harmful words thrown back at him)

He fucked up, and everyone knows he fucked up. And he's also paying for his biggest fuck up and is stuck. Cornered. It's like kicking him when he's already down. Opposite of signing "I'm sorry".

#the bear #carmy berzatto #richie jerimovich #natalie berzatto #sydney adamu #tina marrero #claire #the bear hulu #sydcarmy

[eoieopda]

menace (pjm) - pt. i

Just because you hate him doesn't mean you can't fuck him.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Kim!Reader Type: 1/6 (Mini-Series) ⇢ Next Chapter | Masterlist Word Count: 1.8K Summary: Your shithead brother, Seokjin, is throwing his annual Valentine's Day party. You didn't want to go in the first place - and now his shithead friend, Jimin, is responsible for getting you there. Content: Smut (18+ - DON'T TEST ME, MINORS); Seokjin's younger sister AU; fuck buddies that hate each other; mean!Jimin; brat!Reader; spanking and one (1) pussy slap; degradation; v fingering; orgasm denial; ✨ t e n s i o n ✨ A/N: I've been marinating on this idea for a minute, so I figured why not try it on Valentine's Day with no prior warning? Jade chooses violence, always. I dedicate this to my wife, @jihopesjoint, because she deserves a Jimin fic for once, lmao. Tagging: @borahae-k @i-purple-buff-bunni @pamzn @myimaginationsrunningwild @nonbinary-demonbrat @mgthecat @btschimeyplanet @jaejoontrashpanda @taebaelove @cyanide-mustard @xjoonchildx @jkoofier (couldn't tag)

“Stop gawking.”  

Your tone was flat, and your eyes were fixated on your own reflection as you fussed with your eyeliner. It had been made abundantly clear to Seokjin that you wanted nothing to do with this party, but your brother never listened. It’s tradition, he’d whined, the reservation has already been made.  

“I mean it. Fuck off.”

You broke the eye contact you’d been maintaining with yourself and glanced over your reflection’s shoulder. Standing and smirking near the door, Park Jimin cocked his head to the side. 

Far and away the worst of your brother’s friends, you added Jimin’s presence in your life to the long list of grievances you held against Seokjin. Other notable entries on that list were: Seokjin shirking off his promise to drive you to the club; asking Jimin to sub in on his behalf; and failing to inform you of the lineup change because he knew you'd kill him with advanced notice.  

On Jimin’s list of infractions — among many, many other things — was his refusal to let you finish getting ready at home. He was insufferable and impatient, but he was your last resort. Knowing this, he'd forced you to hurriedly pack up your cosmetics, which meant you had to finish applying them in the club’s green room.

That motherfucker. 

“Are they uneven on purpose?” Jimin scrunched up his nose in feigned confusion, gesturing back and forth between your black wings.  

You glanced at him briefly before returning your gaze to the task at hand. “Is there really nothing better you could be doing right now? Laying down in the middle of an intersection, perhaps?” 

“Here I was, thinking you’d be grateful for the attention. This is your second consecutive Valentine’s Day alone, isn’t it? Poor girl.” Jimin cooed.

When you didn’t turn to acknowledge him the way he expected, you heard footfalls approaching ominously from behind.  

“Attention’s what you want, isn’t it? Looking downright desperate in this fucking dress.” Jimin’s palm collided harshly with your ass cheek through the fabric of that fucking dress, fingers digging in and daring you to bruise.

He should’ve known by now what you could and couldn’t take; but if he’d somehow forgotten, your lack of reaction would serve as a necessary reminder. After all, not far from his grip was the bite mark he’d left you with last week. 

What is this — amateur hour? 

Your bored expression — blinking idly back at him in the mirror — incensed him and you knew it. Jimin’s frustration with you was palpable, never-ending, and wholly reciprocated. It vibrated off him, echoed off you, and trapped you in a perpetual fever pitch. It'd been like this for months, and you got the feeling that it’d stay this way until one of you cracked and tapped out. 

It sure as shit won't be me.

Eventually, his hand left you. Jimin himself, however, did not. He stayed put behind you and said nothing; simply watching in silence as you smoked out your lower lash-line with deep, matte brown. His expression was indecipherable, but undeniably focused.

You wondered if part of him relished moments like this. If — in the rare quiet where you weren’t fighting or fucking — he felt at peace. He certainly looked that way, but not for long.

You never let the dust settle, though; never let him get too comfortable, or think he was truly welcomed. You ruined it with pleasure, always, by opening your mouth and saying something sharp.  

Then, he’d do or say something cruel in response with the sole purpose of pissing you off. And then that toxic carousel would keep on turning. Around and around and around you went, each silently satisfied that the other was still spinning, too. 

Finally allowing Jimin to know that you’d caught him staring, you rolled your eyes. “How about, instead of leering at me, you go find Seokjin and make unsolicited observations about his love life? There’s plenty wrong there to keep you occupied.” 

He smirked, just slightly, still refusing to acknowledge the fact that he liked your sense of humor.  

“Or —” You drawled, painting your lashes black with mascara. “You could find someone to fuck that actually enjoys your presence. Statistically speaking, there has to be somebody for you.” 

When he turned on his heel and headed for the door, you expected that he was storming off. You didn’t look up, unaffected by his near-constant theatrics. That boy was entirely too dramatic, and if the one thing he wanted was your attention, he wasn’t going to get it.  

But instead of hearing the door fly open and then slam shut, you heard the lock engage. The faint, metallic click from across the room sent your heart into the seat of your throat. Soon enough, he was pressed against the back of you, hot breath causing your pulse to sprint. 

Jimin plucked the tube of mascara from your fingers, earning a glare. “This isn’t waterproof, is it?” he asked with a frown, eyes scanning the label. They flicked up to you and saw the unasked question on the tip of your tongue.  

“Because I’m going to make you cry.” His tone was matter of fact as his rough hand slid up the length of your spine to the space between your shoulders. Pinned with your cheek pressed into the countertop, you gasped. You immediately regretted that small concession. 

You couldn’t see Jimin's expression, but you knew without a doubt that he was sneering. He quickly gathered the short length of your dress in one hand, which he held tight at the small of your back. Even more harshly, his hands grabbed at the waistband of your thong. He dragged it down in one swift movement, well-practiced but never gentle.

The force of it all caused your cheekbone to dig harder into the countertop. You winced as it smarted, but inwardly, you loved it. Jimin would never hear you say as much, though.

Your underwear dropped unceremoniously around your ankles, leaving your center completely exposed and on-display. A loud smack erupted as his hand collided with the previously corrupted skin of your ass, undoubtedly leaving a fully formed handprint where he’d struck you. You hissed through gritted teeth, but the sting was quickly muted when he grabbed a handful of your delicate cheek, fingertips pinching hard. 

When he spanked you again, it wasn’t on the doughy flesh of your ass; it was your unsuspecting, already-aching cunt. Your mouth fell open and a whimper tumbled out. To your dismay, he removed his hand quickly and held it in front of your face.

“Do you see how fucking wet you are?” Jimin scoffed with fluorescent light glinting off his slicked fingers. “Already a mess, and I’ve barely touched you. You’re pathetic — you know that, right?” 

You mumbled your reply, but with your cheek pressed hard against the counter, you knew it was incomprehensible. He cocked his head once more in that arrogant, impossible way he always did. 

“Didn’t catch that, princess,” he said dryly. His hand spread under your jaw and gave you no choice but to look at him. “One more time, with feeling.” 

Insolence building in the pit of your stomach, you narrowed your eyes at him. Loud and clear, you bit back, “I said, you’re right. You’ve barely touched me, princess.” 

Judging by his flushed face, you had him feral. Good.  

Jimin grabbed your wrists and pulled you flush against his chest. One arm slid under yours, crossed diagonally across your heaving chest, and gripped the strap of your dress. His hold forced you up on your tiptoes, while his other hand forced your legs further apart. 

“Such a fucking brat,” Jimin growled against your neck, teeth then nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear. There was a brief flicker of amusement in his darkened eyes when your low moan escaped you. It quickly dissolved into involuntary mewling as his tongue flicked out to spread its heat over the marks he’d left there. “You want to be punished so badly, but I don’t think you can take it.” 

Your voice was breathy, weightless, but there was unwavering defiance in your words. “Try me.” 

Jimin had no choice but to respond to your challenge by dragging his fingers down the soft skin of your pelvis; the coolness of his rings left goosebumps in their wake. As his middle finger dipped down to your clit, you willed your knees not to buckle.  

“Eyes up,” He ordered, his laser-focused stare ricocheting off the mirror to you. When you rolled them instead, he pushed his long digit into you without warning. You jolted, wavering on your tiptoes for a moment until you were steadied by the forearm across your torso. “Eyes up.” 

You blinked, stunned, at your reflection. The hand gripping the strap of your dress dropped to the already hardened nipples peaking through the thin fabric above them. It was impossible to focus on the way he pinched at each of them, or the way he rolled them between his thumb and index finger, because his middle finger was curling against the spongy spot inside of you at an unforgiving pace. 

“You’ll need more than one if you intend to take all of me,” Jimin hummed deviously in your ear. “Have you earned two?” 

You nodded, turning to putty in his hands as he continued to abuse your g-spot. 

“Stupid girl,” Jimin clicked his tongue, then ordered, “Speak.” 

“Give it to me,” You spat, though the fight left you as soon as his ring finger slid into your weeping hole. It worked in tandem with his middle finger, scissoring and stretching you open. And then that goddamn thumb pushed hard into your clit, flicking at it cruelly.  

You were teetering on the edge of oblivion with white hot heat building in your core, and pleasured tears welling up in your eyes; but you were relentlessly bold. “Harder.” 

Jimin smirked as you rutted your hips against his hand. He let out another dry, damning laugh, and then he did the unforgivable: He pulled his digits out of you mere moments before your orgasm could crash over you like a wave.  

You scowled at him through the mirror, but you were thankful he couldn’t see the way your hammering heart dropped dead on the floor of your chest.  

“I hate you,” You seethed, panting. “Fucking menace.”

Jimin placed a chaste kiss on your temple, in total juxtaposition to how roughly you normally treated each other. “If I recall correctly, you told me to fuck off,” He murmured against your skin. The hand that abandoned you whispered down the length of your neck, then disappeared off the slope of your shoulder. “So, I’m off.”

When he sauntered over to the door, you were too furious to say anything. In fact, your jaw was clenched tightly enough to crack teeth. It only got worse when he called out over his shoulder with a lazy wave of his hand, “Fix your face. I warned you about that mascara.”

#pjm #park jimin #jimin #bts #bts jimin #bts park jimin #bts smut #bts imagine #bts scenarios #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fic #jimin smut #jimin fanfiction #jimin fanfic #jimin fic #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin x y/n #jimin imagine #jimin scenarios #bangtan #bts army #re: menace #jade writes

[slicznymartwy]

Billy Lenz X GN! Reader where the reader is so gentle and surprisingly patient with him? Billy would believe he doesn’t deserve their kindness and he assumes the reader is “pretending” to be nice, but they’re not pretending at all.

hmm i was kind of torn if it should be established or not .. went with not but i think i regret it !! so i might post more of this but this is mostly a rlly short first meeting blurb hehe warning: general billy lenz gross dialogue, thats it

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!reader

Waiting is the worst part. Billy looks outside, where the dark sky and white snow stretch on forever and ever. It's almost time, he tells himself, just a little while longer. Then, he can finally fill his grumbling stomach.

True to his own word, he lets himself sneak down the ladder after a few more minutes, taking it rung by rung to keep as quiet as possible. He gives the same treatment to the staircase, taking each step with measured precision. Billy isn't an amateur, and he's taken this route many times since he started staying in the attic.

Billy freezes in the kitchen doorway when he sees he’s not alone. He sees you sitting at the kitchen table, a partially full glass of milk in front of you. Billy wants to book it back to his attic and pretend that you were just a ghost, or that he was a ghost. You’re both ghosts, haunting each other. 

“Hi,” you say softly. Billy doesn’t answer you. He stares, standing still in the doorway. 

“Are you hungry?” you ask. Billy still keeps quiet, but his stomach doesn’t get the message; it growls lowly, long and drawn-out.

When you smile, you try to cover it with your hand. He doesn’t know why. You’re so stupid. Why would you hide a pretty smile? You don’t want him to see it? Do you hate him that much? He wants to hold your mouth open and see your teeth. They looked so white.

“I’ll make us sandwiches, okay?”

Billy watches from the doorway at first, but he moves closer to watch. He might as well see what you put in it. He won’t eat it if there’s tomatoes. He hates tomatoes. They make the bread all wet, even if he picks them out. 

You don’t use tomatoes. Just ham and cheese, mayo and mustard. His mouth waters as you cut it in half. Billy doesn’t realize how close he is until you turn and you have to look up at him.

“Thirsty?” you ask. Billy doesn’t answer. 

“Water?” You pause. “Beer?”

Billy looks into your eyes. He wants to scare you. Why aren’t you scared? You shouldn’t be making him a sandwich. You should be crying and calling the police. Billy is scary. He’s filthy Billy, he’s the Moaner.

You hold his sandwich out to him on a napkin and he snatches it out of your hands. He turns away from you when he takes his first bite, and then he can’t stop. He eats and eats until there’s nothing. He licks the crumbs off his fingers. It’s better than the pickles or the peanut butter he’s been stealing.

When he’s done, you poke your head out around him. You’re holding the other sandwich. 

“Still hungry?” you ask. He takes this one too, and destroys it similarly.

You make two more sandwiches, one for him and one for you this time, and Billy sits down at the kitchen table while he waits. Once the sandwich is front of him, along with a tall glass of water, Billy eats it slower than he did the others. He chugs the glass of water.

“You’ll make yourself sick, slow down,” you murmur, pouting. Billy gasps when he stops drinking, wiping his chin with his palm. He starts to drink again, but slower. He looks to you and you smile. 

“What’s your name?” 

Billy doesn’t answer. He takes the half you weren’t holding and eats it too. He expects you to lash out. Hit him, pull his hair, throw him out of the house. Yell at him that he’s being bad. Bad Billy. 

Instead, you get up and refill his cup with more tap water. 

“Want an apple?” you ask. Billy takes the cup of water and sips some of it. He shakes his head afterward. 

You smile without any teeth. Billy misses them.

When Billy’s done, you take his napkins and clean off his crumbs from the table before tossing it all away. 

“Want more water?” you ask. Billy shakes his head and watches you carry the cup to the sink and leave it there. 

“Do you want to see my bedroom?” you ask him quietly. 

Billy’s eyes open wider. Stupid. So stupid. Billy could ruin you. Billy could destroy you. Don’t you know what Billy is? Aren’t you afraid of the Moaner? You’re not supposed to welcome Billy in. 

Billy doesn’t answer your question, but he follows behind you up the stairs. You close the door to your room behind him, but Billy stays next to the door as you walk to your bed. 

“This is it,” you say. Billy stares at you. He’s seen your room before plenty of times, just never like this. Never with you, inside with you. 

“Come here.”  You pat the edge of the bed next to you. Billy waits to take his first step, then waits again for the next. He’s slow, but it's only because he still can't figure out your angle.

Still, he manages to sit beside you. He stares into his lap while you look at him. 

“You’re the one from the attic, aren’t you?” you whisper. 

Billy’s hands clench. He expects it now. You’ll be so scared of him. You’ll push him away, call him a freak. You’ll hit Billy until his nose bleeds, and then he’ll choke you with both hands because you made him mad. You'll deserve it because you hate Billy. 

But you don’t do anything - you just wait. Billy doesn’t know how to answer. Your teeth are so white. 

“I can hear you up there sometimes. Your foot steps. You have to be really quiet, don’t you?” you ask. He nods, because he does have to be quiet. He didn’t want to get caught, but you caught him anyways. 

Aren’t you afraid? Why are you letting him sit with you? Billy can’t understand you. Why are you being so nice?

“It’s a big house, but I can hear your phone calls too. You can be loud when you want to be.”

Billy’s heart plummets further. He grunts and rubs his eyes. With his vision obscured, it’s easier to talk. It’s like he isn’t really in the room with you. He wants to be up in the attic with his phone. He’d feel better talking to you that way. 

Instead, he only lets himself say, “I want to cum on your teeth.” His voice is quiet, whispered into the dark room. You sigh. 

“I wish you wouldn’t say that,” you murmur. 

“I’ll lick them clean,” he promises. They were really white. He catches another glimpse of them while you’re talking, pearly and shiny like the sun. 

“Do you want to take a shower? Or a bath? I could show you where the bathroom is,” you say. 

“No,” he says quickly, firmly. He hates wet hair, wet skin. Cold.

“Okay. Do you want to sleep here?” you ask him. Billy hates it. Why do you get to be so nice?

“Wanna put my cock inside your hole. Pig fuckhole,” he mutters, pressing against his eyes until his vision swims and flashes.

You sigh, and Billy blinks a few times to get back his sight before watching you twist and lay down. Your hair fans out against your pillow and, from he still sits at the edge of your bed, he imagines rubbing his cock against it. Evil, disgusting Billy. He should be put down like a dog. Bad dog, bad Billy.

“When’s the last time you slept on a real bed?” you ask him.

“Woof. Lay down, Billy,” he says quietly. He watches you and you watch him. The bed was really soft. He could curl up at the bottom of the bed and sleep at your feet like a puppy dog. He imagines rubbing his red cock against your toes. Would you hate Billy if you knew his brain? Would you still let him sleep with you in your big warm soft bed if you knew he was terrible?

He doesn’t want to find out. He crawls over your legs and lays down next to you, his head resting on the pillow beside yours. He stares up at the ceiling and tries to imagine what boxes of junk he’s underneath. 

“It’s lonely out there,” you say suddenly. Billy looks at you, and you’re also looking at the ceiling, so Billy looks back up. 

“You can sleep here tonight,” you tell him, fixing the blanket around the both of you.

Billy could easily roll over on top of you. He could bite your throat and pull out your flesh. He could chop you into pieces and then fuck whatever’s left. Instead, he stays still and watches the ceiling until he falls asleep. 

© slicznymartwy 2023, please do not repost or copy.

#black christmas (1974) #billy lenz x reader #slasher x reader #billy lenz #₊*. ⋆༘ — requests #not sure if this is what what requested .. i am so sleepy rn my eyes keepclosing on their own #i just want gross billy and sweet loving mc #who comforts billy #maybe will write mc who holds billy against their chest and rubs his back or something idk idk idk

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

more night!nurse? i’m in love! maybe something more with jason buying her dinner?

"Hey Sunflower," Jason hummed, slipping through your window with a bag of burgers and some fries, "You hungry?"

When there's no response from the couch where he can see your feet sticking up, he froze. Putting the bag quietly on the table and creeping forward. Expecting to see you, a bloody, mangled mess. Only to see you sound asleep. Your chest rises and falls slowly. Still in the clothes you wore home from work. Like you'd sat down to put your feet up, just for a moment and sleep had crashed into you before you'd known it was coming. Before you could even turn on the TV.

"Oh, sweetheart," he breathed. Exhaling a sigh of relief. "Guess you're not hungry, huh?" He thought for a minute about waking you up but. He didn't know when you last slept. Or how long you'd been asleep. But you looked exhausted when he last saw you. So, he settled in to eat- but not before throwing a blanket over you carefully. It's chilly in here. And he's not sure if your slum lord landloard is dragging ass fixing your heat or if you just like it that way. But regardless. You should be cozy.

And if you woke up in time, he'd make sure you ate.

It wasn't healthy but- he forgot to grab the stack of cash he had for you. And he figured it wouldn't take anything off his tab but. Anyone that worked like you did and then volunteered for Leslie when they had time deserved dinner.

Jason went to the kitchen, looking for a cold drink and a couple plates and froze when he missed the counter trying to set a can down, "Damn it," he hissed, wincing when you sat up, looking around.

"It's just me, beautiful," he said apologetically. "I uh- brought you dinner. You want-"

"How long was I asleep?" you rasp, rubbing your face with your hands. Feeling like your head was full of radio static.

"Dunno," he said, grabbing another couple cans and some plates, watching you try and get your bearings and check your watch before flopping back with a groan. "Come have dinner with me," he chuckled, "Then be comatose. You'll sleep better."

"Why-"

"Was half way here and remembered I forgot your money. Figured I'd bring you dinner and an IOU."

"You don't have to-"

"Well Leslie doesn't pay you and you can't pay rent on tamales," he pointed out. "Gotcha a burger- didn't know what you wanted on it though so I got everything on the side."

"Ketchup, mustard, onion, extra pickles," you murmur, rolling to your feet.

"Simple tastes," Jason said, pouring a soda into a glass for you. "Long day?"

"Long three days," you sigh. "Not sure how long I was up but- I watched the sunrise twice."

"Ugh," he said, plating food for you. "What did-"

"The only reason I'm not at the Clinic is because Leslie sent me home before I fell asleep on my feet... I might call in tomorrow. I feel like I died and they forgot to tell me."

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #night nurse!reader #ask answered #minors dni

[isabellebissonrouthier]

YELLOW - WRITEBLR ASK GAME

HONEYCOMB - What is the worst thing you have done to a character who did not deserve it?

GOLD - What colour features most in your writing? Is there symbolism there?

SUNSHINE - What is your favourite scene to write?

BUMBLEBEE - Are you better at action, descriptions, or dialogue?

ELECTRICITY - Do you prefer to write in the modern day, far into the future, or far into the past?

BUTTER - What do you include in all your writing?

LEMON - What scene do you struggle with the most?

BLONDE - Which of your characters has the most unique appearance?

BANANA - How good are you at writing comedy? Do you include it much in your writing?

DAFFODIL - What flower's symbolism do you identify with most?

COIN - What song inspires you most?

SPARK - Do you write romance?

PINEAPPLE - What is the best writing drink or snack?

CANARY - Can you write poetry?

MUSTARD - What is the worst thing you have ever written?

#my post #ask game #writeblr #writer #writers

[sgiandubh]

Jottings: Season 7, episode 7. If my Latin serves me, that must mean star traveler

Finally made it. Ticked that box. Doubled Cape Fear. I deserve an ice cream, I suppose.

To be honest, I was expecting way worse. And it ends much better than it started, despite SS moaning like a banshee, despite the chopped editing, despite that finger-in-mouth failed transplant (I shall not thank thee, Vanessa Woman) and despite an almost unreadable storyline for us, show-onlies.

A few words on this season's Lallybroch set. I know the Eighties were dubiously fond of shrieking orange shades, diarrheic golden browns and horribly impractical furniture, of course. But am I the only one that feels modern-day Lallybroch is tacky and kitschy AF, as compared to the wonderful, really perfect J&C& the Murrays' timeline? I also find it disturbingly confusing, a failed hybrid between a Texas ranch and a Brittany gentilhommière. To bear the shock, my gaze needs the active help of details with a story and a destiny, such as the Jacobite 'Nemo me impune lacessit' saltire I've noticed ever since Mrs. Graham was reading Claire's teacup, in season 1 - now almost an afterthought. Therefore, the overall result feels like J&C's shrine has been colonized by anachronistic hipsters, not to mention that horrible caravan. There is a complete lack of coziness to a space that did not have the time to become a real home. That only makes things worse when #Broger try their best at mimicking a functional, credible marriage, sex included.

Let's be done already with the Phil Collins moment. And go tell it on the mountain that, despite the multiple warnings received recently, my reaction somehow managed to surprise myself. Reader, I HOWLED, which is beyond redemption and potentially much more cruel than a heavy disappointment. The hydraulics were shaky. The afghan was mustard. She was indescribable and he was elsewhere. I shall only add that my brain refused the connection with In the Air Tonight and went instead for I Can't Dance. If there is any truth in that old symmetry between dancing, driving and canoodling - go figure. Enough said.

The two people who totally slayed this episode were Buck Mackenzie and Vandervaart - I know, indulge me, I am a poor woman of feeble mind. I do not intend to insist on young William, simply because I don't think it's savvy to shamelessly fangirl two days in a row. He shines in that very difficult battle scene, and yes, it reminded me of Culloden J sans the kamikaze touch. And yes, by the end of Saratoga 1.0, William is easily ten years older: the whole world's burden weighs on his shoulders and there is a taste of ashes to that Pyrrhic victory.

Spoiler: [looking at Jemmy's toy plane] Of all the things I have seen... have you been inside one? (...) My Jeremiah would love this. Buck is phenomenal. He is versatile enough to seamlessly transition from a hungry animal to the 18th century lawyer to the unwanted, macho cousin-ancestor to the father who misses his children, all of this in less than an hour. And even if I shall never forgive Herself for not bringing You-Know-Who through the stones, this could be as good as it gets, in terms of a second-best narrative solution. Still, unfair, Herself. Unfair to bits.

Spare the cosmic booing in the air these days, the J&C/S&C PDA issue has also been debated at length, in quite tired terms, to be honest. What I did see was a couple sure of itself and completely at ease with one another. And if you think S&C were nowhere to be found, think again about C's chuckle just after J cheekily tells her she needs spectacles, with a very 21st century flirty-coffee-in-town attitude that is not J.

I believe the next and last episode is on August 11th. That should be the one with the blue light mojo, right? Right.

I can't wait.

Credit given again to @flllk. Of course.

#jottings

[ladyofthebluelight]

I feel like the members of the league are separated in three groups: the main trio that gets more attention on the plot, those who get cool moments but not as well explored as the trio and then there are the members that get forgotten constantly. Not that I liked Muscular and Moonfish but Magne deserved better and maybe Mustard too.

#bnha #mha #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #touya todoroki #himiko toga #mr compress #twice #mha dabi #kurogiri #spinner #mustard mha #magne mha #muscular mha

[catmonk]

Bruised Waynes

Part One Part Two

Inspired by this post from @sepia-stained-sunset

Pairing- (GEN) Bruce Wayne and His Kids

The one where his kids drive him insane.

The streets were lively today but it was Gotham, no calm nights existed. The rumble of an engine filled the cave as the Batmobile slid into its place. The driver’s side opened and two figures tumbled out.

“Father, that fiend deserved death at my blade.”

“Robin. The criminals deserve a second chance, your personal opinions should not dictate who lives and dies.”

“Tsk.” Damian stormed off, likely to complain to Alfred.

Bruce slid the cowl off his face and rubbed his eyes fiercely. He sat down in front of the Batcomputer, chair creaking under his weight. The nights seemed to get longer the older he got. If only raising children was as easy as defeating the latest villain. His thoughts were interrupted by a light ping. 

Update to the Medical File- 

Nightwing: two weeks 😅

Bruce’s heart clenched. What injury would take Dick that long to heal? He flicked through the tabs, opening the comm line to his son. He had to stay calm.

Click.

“Champ, report.”

“Ghauuh, I tore my hamstring doing squats.”

He signed. “Put some ice on it, and come to the manor for a checkup from Agent A.” Bruce leaned back in his chair, “And use the medical file correctly.”

“What, you said in more detail so I added an emoji.”

“That's- ok fine, I’m proud of you son.”

Click.

-

Batman was the night. He was terror. The dark knight of Gotham. Currently, the said dark knight is attempting to stop the Condiment King. 

"The big bad Bat-guy. I knew you'd ketchup to me sooner or later. How I relished this meeting. Come, Batman. Let's see if you can cut the mustard." 

Ping! Bruce would recognize the sound anywhere. Instantly, he flipped behind Condiment King- god that’s a horrible name-, picking him up by the scruff of his neck. 

“You’ve done enough damage, Standler.” He growled. Grabbing one of the man’s wrist, he handcuffed it to the kiosk of the terrorized restaurant. 

A man crouched behind the counter rose up. “Thank you Batman, you saved my restaurant.” 

Batman was nowhere to be found. 

Well, no one would find him on the rooftop.

Update to the Medical File- 

Red Hood: stabbed. 

“Oracle, alert the GCPD that Condiment King was apprehended. Connect me to Red Hood.” Batman spoke into the empty air. He heard his comm crackle only a few seconds later.

Click.

“Talk to be Jaylad, where did you get stabbed.”

“Kinda busy here, B. Kori just started another bar fight.”

“Jason, I need to know how injured you are.”

“We’re winning, if you care. Toodle-o, Pops” 

Click.

Bruce stared down at the city in frustration. Why were his children like this? He sighed and radioed in for Alfred to prepare his aspirin. Not that any medicine would help, his tolerance had long required enough tranquilizer for a rhino. 

-

Update to the Medical File- 

Red Robin: hand =͟͟͞͞( •̀д•́)))

Bruce rubbed his eyebrows, looking down at the notification. He was sure that Tim was in the manor. In fact, as he opened his window he could hear two voices yelling in the yard below.

“Your cow BIT ME.”

“Tch, it was your fault, Drake. She was only protecting her master.”

“Protecting you?” Tim scoffed, “You're the menace here, no one else in this city wears platform crocs.”

Bruce peered below to confirm that yes, Damian was indeed taller than usual. 

“I’ll have you know that these are designer!” Damian pulled a knife out of his pants, only to get toppled over with a push. 

Bruce slowly closed the window. What he didn’t see wasn't his problem. 

Ping!

Update to the Medical File- 

Robin: avenged.

-

The halls of the Justice League overlooked the vastness of Earth. Batman glowered out the window while Signal looked around in awe. These meetings could be a business email, but Alfred had wanted him to ‘socialize’. Behind him, Superman would fall for a prank from Hal Jordan again. 

“Psst, B, can you introduce me to Wonder Woman?”

“Hgnh.” Better Diana than Clark at least. Bruce motioned for Duke to follow, leading him to Green Arrow and Wonder Woman talking about their weekend. He nodded at them. “This is my new protege, The Signal.”

Green Arrow stroked his goatee, “Geez, where do you get these kids?”

“...aren't you Oliver Queen?” 

“TELL YOUR KIDS TO STOP EXPOSING ME!”

Ping!

Update to the Medical File- 

The Signal: mentally scarred

If anyone saw Batman’s lips quirk up, they certainly wouldn't say anything. 

-

Neither of them could be seen against the pitch black of Gotham’s skyline. Batman and Orphan stood silently, overlooking the city. Orphan tilted her head, nudging to the right. 

“What is it, Orphan.” Batman growled. 

She didn't respond, electing to jump down the side of the building. 

Batman followed, looking around he saw her with her hand down a street gutter. He pinched his nose bridge, Agent A would scold both of them later. As he got closer, he could hear a faint mewing from the street gutter, and he watched as Cassandra scooped a tiny black kitten. He kneeled down beside her carefully.

“This is the sign for cat.” Using both hands he pinched his index and thumb together by the side of each cheek.

Putting the kitten in her lap, she mimicked the sign.

“It looks like he needs a home. Catwoman will be glad to foster him.”

Cass shook her head. “Cat Alfred…needs Cat Bruce.”

“Eta back to the cave in seven minutes.” Bruce sighed. 

He could tell she was beaming behind the mask.

Ping! 

Update to the Medical File- Orphan: image.png 🐈‍⬛

#catmonk works #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain #batfamily #batfam #fanfiction #fanfic #found family

[aww-canon-no]

Room For One More- Winterhawk

Bucky will always be a Brooklyn Baby at heart, but he’s not James anymore.  He hasn’t been James for so long, and there’s a bridge between himself now and his past that he can’t cross again.

He tried.  Once for Steve, because it kills him a little bit each time he sees That Look on Steve’s face when Bucky says or does something that just isn’t...him.  But he’s given up.  There’s no point.

So he still visits his old haunts with Steve when they’re feeling nostalgic, and he will never, ever turn down a hot dog with mustard and onions.  And he’ll never get tired of seeing his best friend happy and carefree in ways Bucky didn’t think was possible.

But.

He needs a place to be himself.  Stark Tower and the city is just too much, so he buys a place upstate, and little by little he fills it with things.  Little by little, he stays at the Tower a little less.

The only one who really notices is Clint, because well...he’s aptly named.  Hawkeye.  Bucky really likes his sign name which apparently is the Deaf sign for ‘listen’ but instead of signing it by the ear, it’s signed against the eye.  

Clint tells everyone it’s because he’s good at listening, but Bucky secretly knows that Clint’s a goddamn gossip and likes to hover around and get in everyone’s business so he has blackmail material later when he needs them for something.

Bucky’s debating about what to do with his bed when Clint shows up.  Bucky didn’t hear him come in which is...a Thing.  Bucky always hears everything because he’s going to live and die a hyper-vigilant disaster, but it says something that he let his guard down knowing that Clint was nearby.

He turns and Clint taps his index fingers to his thumbs, his full lips forming a small, perfect O.  ‘What are you doing?’

Bucky makes a circle with fingers and thumb and shakes it under his chin.  ‘Nothing.’

Clint rolls his eyes and swipes his hand under his chin.  ‘Liar.’

Bucky is a pretty good liar.  Always has been.  But Clint sees him in ways no one really does.  Tony sees him as the man responsible for unspeakable things.  Nat sees him as someone who can relate- and he doesn’t have the heart to tell her he can’t.  Not the way she wants him to.  But he lets her keep that one because she deserves it.

Thor is in his own little world, and Steve just wants his best friend.

But Clints sees him.  As he is now.  As the man he’s fated to be until he finally dies.

Bucky sighs and shrugs, and Clint mirrors his gesture, then walks around to the other side of the bed and attempts to lift the mattress.  Clint’s a superhero in many ways, but that’s not one of them.

He lets out a heavy oomph because the mattress is one of those modern, ridiculous foam things that way a metric ton, and before Bucky can stop him, he crashes to the floor with a loud thud.

“Aww.  Floor.”

Bucky peers over and only sees Clint’s feet, then jumps half a foot when fingers circle his ankle and tug.

“What the fuck?” he asks aloud before remembering that Clint probably doesn’t have his hearing aids on since he’s relegated them to missions-only.

After a beat, and another tug on his ankle, Bucky drops down, rolls onto his back, and slides under.

Clint grins at him in the low light.  ‘Here-under bed-better.’

He can’t really argue.  ‘That-that.’  

If he could stay in a little cubby, he would.  But the others would eventually drag him out to socialize or whatever hellish new thing they’ve come up with.

Clint reaches out and puts a finger right up against Bucky’s left cheek dimple.  “Room for one more at your farm?” he asks aloud.

Bucky smiles and nods his fist in the air between them.

#winterhawk #deaf clint barton #Clint Barton #Hawkeye #Bucky Barnes #clint x bucky #the winter soldier #this ain't your MCU Hawkeye

[seat-safety-switch]

I shredded my wheat today, to make cereal, I focus on the grain, the only thing that’s meal.

Hello. I’m Ted Cheerios, the rich failson of the rich failson of the rich failson of the inventor of Cheerios. You’ve caught me at a bit of an inconvenient moment as I stuff the corpse of my house cleaner into the trunk of my new Land Rover Discovery. Why yes, I did pick the underbody armour package. It's important protection for the vehicle, so that I can drive quickly over obstacles without hurting the resale value. Of course, that's only in the case where I need to resist arrest for a few hours until my lawyer can work out a surrender deal.

You, on the other hand, probably have no reason to be driving such a large vehicle on public roads. After all, if you dutifully obey the law (out of poverty-related reasons, I assume) you will not have an incentive to ram a police cruiser with an armoured-up "overlanding vehicle" such as this. Maybe you don't even need Kevlar-reinforced knobby all-terrain tires unless you plan to drive over a bunch of tire spikes (this is dealership bullshit; it doesn't actually work – just turn around.) And perhaps you don't have an unmedicated and uncorrected pyramid of interlocking aggression issues that come from having a life of pure, unmitigated privilege. How dare she buy the store brand mustard? This is all her fault. See, there I go again.

Point is, there's a double standard of sorts for the vehicle that folks like me drive. Double means it's twice as good. 100% better than standard. And don't you think I deserve it? Excuse me, I think that's my dad's attorney speaking. He's gonna be so mad at my attorney for ramming that school bus out of the way last week.

[acciojaeyun]

— 10:59 pm ; how heeseung falls in love

genre: fluff and a bit of angst pairing: lee heeseung x gn!reader trope: slowburn

when heeseung first realised it, he panicked.

no, it wasn't the 'gold rush' type of love. it wasn't the 'labyrinth' type ever.

he wasn’t joking, you know. about what he said that life could never be without suffering.

but there are times when he believes what jay told him: that life was 100% suffering. sure, he believed that — not until he met you.

now, you see, when heeseung met you, you knew them. you knew enhypen well enough — were you a fan? you were. but you didn’t put much thought into it, you had other priorities as well.

but if there was one thing: you liked surprises, heeseung definitely did not.

you liked the thrill of it all. you never apologised for rushing in quickly whenever there’s an opportunity for you to do so, you were never one to calculate your movements — you were one to eradicate losses and stress wins.

heeseung, on the other hand, would love to stay in his comfort zone. he would rather play his chess whenever the opponent strikes their move. oh, but heeseung would almost never do the first move. go with the flow, if you will, but with caution and hesitation.

heeeseung never liked uncertainty. he would never bet on it even if his life depended on it. the moment his heart and mind decided to oppose each other, he’s out of the equation — better luck next time is the way he would put it.

the moment heeseung found himself thinking of you too much more than usual, the moment he thinks of ways to make you smile at the sight of the slightest frown, heeseung knew he was fucked. and heeseung will definitely try all ways to push you away, even if it hurt him, without knowing it hurt you, too.

“what are we?” you would ask.

“what do you mean?” he’d mumble in reply as you walk down the street you’ve walked one too many times whenever you come to hang out with him.

“i just need to know where we stand, so that i’ll know how to act around you.”

and heeseung would pause and click his tongue. ah, he didn’t like that.

“if i told you what we are, and indirectly tell you how you should act around me, doesn’t that defeat the purpose of genuineness?”

“what?”

“i’m saying, we should go with the flow. we’ll get there when we get there.”

and heeseung would notice you slowly detach from him.

heeseung noticed how you purposely not involve him in your world. he noticed how you messaged less, he noticed how your silence became the most deafening noise he’d ever heard of.

heeseung would now willingly think of you. as if thinking of you would materialise into you reaching out to him.

what a pride heeseung had, that up until now, it had to be you who would be approaching him.

but you were already happy. you found solitude in being away from him. sure, you still loved him, but you decided to draw some back and pour it onto you. love would find its way back to you if it were really meant for you, anyway.

and love did come back.

love returned in a plaid, grey cap while wearing an oversized mustard hoodie, standing right in front of you when you opened the door of your apartment at 11:30 PM — the usual time he visited.

you should’ve known, had you looked at the time.

love looked different, yet entirely familiar. he dyed his hair differently today, but he is still heeseung. your heeseung.

“how could’ve i known?” heeseung would ask in the faintest voice.

he didn’t know why, but heeseung asked you. and he was never one to ask, he was one to answer questions.

“it took me almost losing you for me to know that you were the one for me,” he added.

heeseung never wanted to be put in that situation ever again. heeseung never wanted to be uncertain anymore.

in the name of love — for once, heeseung is sure.

“i’m sorry,” he choked out in the midst of his tears, “you never deserved any of those.”

“maybe i didn’t,” you said while cupping his cheek, wiping the damp apples of his cheeks with the pad of your thumb, “but you were a risk i’d always be willing to take.”

and for once, heeseung risked it all.

#lee heeseung #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung smut #heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #enhypen #enhypen thoughts #fanfiction #fanfic #angst #fluff #blurb #smut #headcanon #headcanons #imagine #fic #drabble #— ali’s timely thoughts ;

[i-need-to-touch-grassss]

Heyyy I was wondering if u were able to write some general hcs for underfell sans <3 if not that’s completely fine!

Absolutely! general hcs for red, coming up!

warnings: nothing I think

✧ GENERAL HCS FOR underfell sans ✧

Aka Red

✧ Red literally lives in self-doubt and sadness

You're his saving grace

He sometimes randomly just insults himself under his breath and you have to remind him that he means the world to you 

(And then he gets all teary eyed and embarrassed but also really happy)

✧ He looks and acts tough but he’s just a big softie, to you, that is

he’s very much hostile to anyone else (except for his brother, but he still gets along better with you)

Nobody dares insult you, it happened once and the next day, the monster was beaten up and apologizing profusely to you 

Red was standing behind you making sure you got the apology you deserved

✧ he's a little possessive and loves showing you off

 so, he’ll have an arm around you in front of others constantly 

✧ he also really likes to hold you while he's watching tv 

It sorta grounds him and reminds him that you’re really there with him 

✧ He's actually very jumpy, but he doesn't show it to others 

Typically hides it with an angry face or an out-of-place deadpan look

if you tease him about it, he's caught off guard and he'll make a squeak (don't do this in public please, for his pride)

✧ he binge eats a lot, from either stress, boredom, or sometimes both

His favorite food to binge is anything he can have with mustard, mostly being chicken nuggets

he'll say he won't share with you if you ask (ask again and he'll be fine with it)

✧ he often has night terrors

but he doesn’t like to talk about them

says he doesn’t know what you’re talking about if you mention it

If you insist enough, he sorta talks about them when they get really bad

✧ Red's used to being so closed off that having someone who's willing to wait for him to be ready to be more open is a huge comfort for him

I'm so glad that people like my writing! I have a few requests and seeing you all request for stuff makes me happy! keep requesting and I'll get to it as fast as I can (I also answer my requests as what would be easiest to write abt first, so I get it out for you guys and you won't have to wait too long, in case anyone was wondering)

#this was supposed to be posted on Halloween #but I took a nap and forgot to post it #underfell #underfell x reader #undertale aus x reader #fell sans #undertale au #undertale aus

[charryflavoredblood]

Hi! Can I plz ask for a Komegi fic? I was thinking maybe the two are having a relaxing time in the bath together. Nothing sexual, it’s just intimate. Maybe Nagito’s went into one of his manic downward spirals so to comfort him Makoto washing Nagito’s hair to help the other man relaxed.

Yes. I love you thank you. I love you. Komaeda is what I live for. I think I lost the plot somewhere along the way but just know, it was in mind and I will rewrite it if you don't like it!!

TW: Existentialism, potential disassociation trigger.

“Makoto-”

Nagito calls out to his boyfriend.  

“Wait okay, do you want peach or the rosemary pomegranate one?”

Naegi grabbed the two bottles of shampoo. (The same ones that Komaeda had bought for him after he found out that the other was using…head and shoulder. And Makoto said that he needed to show himself more respect.)

“Those are yours-” “If I mix them, it won’t cause mustard gas, right? I played potions when I was little, it’ll be fine.” Makoto questioned, talking to no one but himself. He gently kneeled down on his partner’s- no, his bathroom floor.

After Nagito’s most recent breakdown, the pair had decided Makoto should move into Nagito's home. The pair being Makoto and Komaeda’s therapist, of course. Komaeda had insisted that Makoto deserved to be in a far nicer, far bigger and far warmer home.The younger man still lived with his sister and her wife. Anywhere was warmer than that apartment. Plus, Komaeda was loaded. He was basically Togami without legal limits.

Not that he only liked his boyfriend for his money! He adored him for his sense of humor, his kindness, his intelligence and most of all his passion! 

“Hey Makoto?” “Huh?”

Komaeda snapped him out of his train of thought, which was more than welcome. Any real Komaeda was better than the best imaginary Komaeda.

“I was thinking last night. Why is living so hard? Why must we be given false good days only to fall deeper into despair with so many terrible bad days? It truly makes me wonder what the point of it all is. Why must we feel despair…? Why is hope so temporary while despair is forever. They’re considered opposites. Why is one so much more powerful?”

Normally this would’ve caught Makoto off guard…but he was dealing with Nagito and he knew the other better than most things.

“Gee, that’s pretty philosophical, huh?” He responded, pumping the shampoo on his hands.

The brunette hummed in thought as he lathered the shampoo up, moving to his boyfriend’s hair.

“If every day was great, would it still be great or would it be a normal day? If we didn’t overcome hardship, wouldn’t that make us lumps of…something. I don’t know, I failed science. Despair doesn’t extinguish hope…just like hope doesn’t extinguish despair. When someone is at a fair, they could look at a ferris wheel and say “I won’t get on that because there is a 2.5% chance of it crashing.” On the other hand, someone could’ve just gotten into a ferris wheel crash, they could say “I’m alright. I made it. I survived.” You know?” Komaeda thought of a rebuttal before letting it go. 

Makoto rubbed the shampoo into the white hair and continued.

“We can worry about things like that, we can worry about each other getting hurt, or we can enjoy our time together and cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Nagito nodded and leaned in for a kiss, only to be met with fingers against his lips.

“Sorry…I don’t like the taste of shampoo.”

“Never thought you were one of those. I suppose you’re going to make me shower before we-”

“No! I didn’t mean that! I just-”

“I’m messing with you, Makoto.”

“...I still don’t like the taste of shampoo.”

“Who does?” I loved writing this. Ily all, drink water. Don't die. Dying if dehydration when you can help it is cringe. Ily again. K bye.

#komaegi #komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #danganronpa #gay ship #gay men #fluff #men in love #one of them is depressed with a smile #one of them is a smile with depressed #guess who is who #drink water #ily #dont die #dying of dehydration when u can help it is cringe. #dying is cringe #ily again #k bye