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I posted 707 times in 2022

That's 71 more posts than 2021!

258 posts created (36%)

449 posts reblogged (64%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@nimbus-cloud

@fencer-x

@shigacajun

@shameless-fujoshi

@lettersbyelise

I tagged 389 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#spoilers - 158 posts

#free! - 146 posts

#free! the final stroke - 107 posts

#sharkbait - 60 posts

#interview with the vampire - 37 posts

#harurin - 32 posts

#rinharu - 32 posts

#sasaki to miyano - 28 posts

#sasaki and miyano - 27 posts

#our flag means death - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#was remembering this in contrast to rin's 'i want you to swim for me' early in s01 and makoto's 'i want you to swim for yourself' in fs02

My Top Posts in 2022:

nbd just Haru smiling as Rin catches him when he faints, just before losing consciousness.

nbd nbd nbd nbd nbd nbd N B D

286 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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Sasaki to Miyano, ending theme w/subs (from September Subs’ subtitles)

297 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

FENCER'S HUGE-ASS SPOILER-LADEN DAY 1 REVIEW OF FREE! THE FINAL STROKE PART 2 or How KyoAni Said, "You WILL experience 10 years' worth of emotions in 2 hours and you'll like it!!"

Let's cut to the chase. You know why you're here. I know why you're here. So I won't make you wait any longer. You wanna know every gory detail from this glorious sobfest of a movie? THEN GET THEE BEHIND A CUT!

(warning that this is probably only mildly coherent and has a HEAVY HARURIN BEND. Mostly because THE MOVIE HAS A HEAVY HARURIN BEND. Sorry I don't make the rules I just report on how much boys stay winning)

Now, I was so scared of this movie.

I have a thing, see. If a series ends, and it doesn't end EXACTLY the way I wanted it to? If it does something that I think is a sour note to end on, or even if it just makes some narrative decisions I disagree with?

I can't watch it anymore. I can't read it anymore. Everything I used to love about it turns sour to me and I can't enjoy it. It happened with Haikyuu, it happened with Evangelion. It's happened with dozens of series over the years. A series is pretty much never going to end the way I want it to, and in my case, for whatever reason, that means I can't enjoy it AT ALL anymore. I can't just imagine what happened DIDN'T happen. It's there. I can't forget it, and it ruins the story.

So I was scared of this movie. Because it was the end. Decisions would be made about characters' futures, and I probably wouldn't agree with them. Might even hate them. I was of course under no delusion that there would be any SHIPS confirmed--so that wasn't something I was worried about or excited about--but everything else. Everything else was something real and final that would be canon now.

I went anyway, though, knowing I'd never forgive myself if I just let someone else spoil me. I fought the knot in my stomach, settled in, and watched.

And I cried. Oh boy did I cry. There was definitely a moment there where I knew oh this is it, this was going to be what made me never able to watch this series again. It wasn't disappointment--it wasn't anger--it was just...sadness. A deep well of sadness.

But then they fixed it. And I won't bore you with those out-of-context details now. I'll just say read on, and you'll understand.

And then you'll start to see how amazing it was.

Movie opens with a semi-recap. Not a recap in so many words, but characters remembering things and flashing back to those scenes in the previous movie. No biggie.

Except. Except then KyoAni said, "Hi we're here to kick you in the stomach so settle in for two hours of emotional trauma :)))))" and RIPS INTO AN ACOUSTIC DRIED UP YOUTHFUL FAME. OH YEAH, THEY WERE IN. THIS. BITCH.

"But wait, flashbacks to previous scenes from the last movie? You mean we have to live through That Fight all over again?"

Oh, no don't worry. You don't have to live through it again as it happened.

You have to see how Haru imagined it going and then see his heartbreak when he realizes it didn't happen that way.

You have to hear him tell Rin, beaming and whole-heartedly committed, "Rin, I want to swim in the lane next to you in our next tournament. I want to keep walking forward with you."

Yes, he was explicit in that he wanted to go there with Rin. He wanted his future to be, explicitly, swimming alongside Rin. Competing alongside Rin. Forever.

But then, of course, that's not how it happened.

A lot of this movie takes place in imaginary sequences, dreams and nightmares and memories that never happened. It's very cool, but also a little weird XD So, par for the course for Free! For example, early on as Haru is reliving his fight with Rin, we see lots of flashbacks to them as kids, but viewed in a movie theater (whoa trippy) with baby Makoto and baby Nagisa giving commentary. Scenes of young Haru and Rin fighting morph into them as Power Ranger standins (blue and red ofc), fighting but then deciding to work together, their union being stronger than either of them alone.

Haru has nightmares that play out over and over and over--most of the time of Rin leaving him…but occasionally of him leaving Rin, of him pushing Rin away and avoiding him for so long, refusing to swim with him. Haru resents Rin for his decision to 'leave' him, but he also recognizes that it's his own selfishness and stubbornness that has hurt Rin too.

Elsewhere, the coaches discuss their students. Mikhail remarks that Rin was crying.

Part 2 is set one year after Part 1, for context--and in that time, Nagisa and Rei and Nitori have all graduated…and moved to Tokyo! Rei and Nitori have joined the swim team at Ikuya and Hiyori's school, while Nagisa has joined Kinjou's school's team. The gang's all back together again!

Haru has been training HARD this whole time…to the point that he's hurting himself. He's working himself to exhaustion, and after nearly fainting after one training session, Azuma makes him take a break to rest, warning him that he's trying to do the equivalent of strapping a huge engine into a tiny car--it's going to destroy the car eventually.

Makoto hears about Haru being made to rest because he'd worked himself to exhaustion and immediately tells Rin…who absolutely wants to MURDER Azuma. Makoto has to almost physically restrain him, begging him not to do anything rash when Rin confronts Azuma in a rage over the state he feels he's brought Haru to. Azuma snaps back, "If something's really that important to you, then you shouldn't have let it go in the first place!" Makoto and Rin split up, looking for Haru, who's nowhere to be found.

Rin runs himself ragged searching all over the city, regretting how selfish he'd been. Muttering, "I'm so lame…" he collapses on a sidewalk and rolls over…and sees a beautiful glimmering sakura tree towering over him, lit up in the night. He squints at its brilliance--and just beyond it, standing atop a building, he finally spots Haru.

Rin calls Makoto and tells him he's found Haru, and they meet up at the top of the building, where there's a night pool you can swim in. Haru is floating aimlessly on his back in the pool alone. Makoto moves to go to him--but Rin holds out a hand to stop him. Then Rin jumps in the pool and approaches Haru.

Apologies are made, challenges are issued. "You have a duty to race me," Rin says, harkening back to their first real clash when they reunited in Season 1.

They race. Rin keeps glancing over, watching Haru, as they push each other further and further.

They reach the finish, both panting, and in Haru's mind he sees himself standing once more at that railroad crossing. Rin is there, on the other side. And this time, the crossing guard lifts and Rin rushes toward him.

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"So when I first read the script, I was kind of taken aback by the way that Rin got dragged down whenever Haruka did, getting in a total funk. But Haruka and Rin share a common destiny, right? So when one stumbles, the other does too. I was both moved and excited by their exchange in the night pool."

- Miyano Mamoru, at the May 1, 2022, stage greetings (x)

331 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sasaki and Miyano, vol. 8, ch. 42

422 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

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seeds-and-sins · 2 years

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Four Letter Word - Soulmate AU Part Two

Pairing: Homelander x Reader

Rating: M (BAD WORDS, SMUT, dubious consent, abusive themes, Homelander-esque expectations)

Description: Homelander and you are soulmates, but that doesn’t satisfy his desire to stake his claim over you.

Part One

Tagged: @midnightprincess18

Author’s Note: Honestly, not sure how I feel about this, but I hope you all enjoy. Homelander gets abusive and possessive, but what do you expect from him? I thought that part one I might had made him come across a bit too soft, so I wanted to reconcile his character a bit with the Homelander we know. Excuse any spelling or grammatical errors, I was too tired to proof read and I really wanted to get this posted. :)

You couldn't believe this was happening. You couldn't believe that after all of the hard work, all of the effort, all of the struggle, that you had ultimately failed. Of course, it was bound to happen, but you simply had never wanted it to happen like this. Now, you had a room stock-full of paparazzi, all asking you intrusive questions, all making far-fetched comments, all flashing pictures of you like they had never seen a human before. Because funny enough, there was no way these fuckers were human. If they had the slightest bit of decency, maybe you wouldn't feel so exposed, maybe you wouldn't feel so scared.

Homelander and you had gotten into a brief argument before the hero expo, jammed into a supply closet in the lobby of Vought tower. He was certain that you had been spending too much time with the barista that made your coffee every morning. You had tried time and time again to explain how ridiculous he was being, surprised that said barista hadn't just mysteriously disappeared. He wouldn't stand for it, of the mindset that he shouldn't have to share his time with you because you were his soul mate. The five minutes that you spent talking with the innocent man that made your coffee was too long. Five minutes that easily could have been spent with John.

You stormed out of the closet in a fury, and what put you a little on edge was that he had allowed you to. He'd never hurt you, no, but he didn't hesitate to toss you around like a ragdoll when he wanted to. He let you go this time, which you were equally grateful for as you were suspicious. Little did you know that John had concocted revenge, the worst sort of revenge, for something as simple as you asking someone how their day was going.

Rising to his feet before a whole slew of journalists and fans alike, perched behind that podium, ready to begin his wonderfully crafted speech, written by yours truly. He cleared his throat, tapped the mic and sent an all too sickening smirk about the crowd.

Before I begin, I just would like to take a moment to recognize someone very special to me. The love of my life, the fire of my loins, the most beautiful woman in the world, and my soul mate...

Your eyes ballooned into saucers and you crawled to the edge of your sit, jaw falling open in shock.

(Y/N) (L/N).

The world exploded in flashing lights, your senses clogged by screaming shouts and frantic limbs flying about. You cocked your head, your eyes meeting Homelander's amused grin. As you turned your head further, you spotted the several others standing alongside you, shocked expressions across the board; aside from Noir, who never really had an expression ever. John continued his speech as if nothing had happened, but the commotion lingered. You had to get out of there before you passed out, so you scrambled out of your seat and attempted to exit without looking like a blob of jello. Except you ultimately failed, people swarmed you as you tried to leave.

How's Homelander in bed?!

Let's see your soulmate mark!

Do you have superpowers?!

You thought you were going to die. There was too much going on, you couldn't even form a coherent thought. The next thing you knew, a firm and warm hand was meeting your waist, an arm barring out around you and successfully putting some distance between the vicious onlookers and you.

Okay people, that's enough. Give her some space.

The politeness in his voice was forced, edged by a sour grit that made you shiver. He could snap any minute if they so much as harmed a hair on your head. They didn't listen to Homelander, but his strength managed to keep them away long enough for you to slip through and exit the expo hall.

That was how you ended up in your office, huddled under your desk like a child playing hide and seek, sobbing into your knees and gripping hard at your shoulders. You had locked the door, but if someone had somehow managed to get in, then they wouldn't suspect where you were unless they listened.

You had never felt so betrayed. You heart was crushed and your mind was soaring. You couldn't go home, they had certainly found out where you lived already. You didn't want to go to Homelander's room because you didn't want to see his face. The only safe haven you had was your office, which was still fairly open knowledge to almost everyone, but it was the one place you could think of that didn't require you to travel through seas of faces.

Your life was essentially ruined. You wouldn't be able to go anywhere, or do anything anymore without people following. You were once invisible to the world and now your face would be plastered on billboards and surfing the worldwide web. People would make memes about you and mention you in their social media feeds. You would go from being an anonymous Vought employee, to being one of the second most sought after people in the world.

"Knock. Knock." Urgh, you wanted to hurl. How the hell did he get in here without you noticing? Had you been so distraught that you couldn't even fathom your surroundings? John shoved your chair away and bent down to peak at you under the desk. "What are you doing down there?"

"Go-Go away."

"Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that. Come to me. Come to your soulmate."

"I'm serious, John, fuck off." He didn't seem to like that so much. His fingers curled under the table and he easily lifted it off the ground. Pencils and pens fell askew, papers fluttered to the cold tile, he carefully placed it off to the side before brushing off his hands as if it was arduous work for him.

"That's no way to talk to the man who just changed your life forever."

"Yeah, in the worst way possible!" You shot back, cowering into your knees again and releasing another broken sob.

"I guess all I have to say is now you know how I feel."

"Why would you do this? How could you do this to me?!" You broke shakily from your form and rose to stand, stumbling a little like a baby giraffe in its first steps.

"Oh, honey..." He cooed with concern, one of his strong hands came to your lower back to steady you. "I know it's a lot to take in now, but you'll get used to it."

"Don't touch me." You swatted at his hand, but you were unsuccessful. He retaliated immediately, a harsh grip snatching your wrist and yanking you into his chest.

"You're acting like a child." He ground out, glaring down at you with those fierce blue daggers of his. "Think about what I want for once."

"And what's that? Me to have no privacy, no comfort, no nothing. I'll be lucky if I can even take the subway home without someone trying to stab me or kidnap me or get a picture with me."

"Like I would ever let that happen!" He forced a snort, releasing his hold on you so that you could pace away from him. You ducked your head into your palm and sighed. "Why can't you see this as a good thing?"

"Because, John..." You sniffled, folding your hands over your face and wiping the tears away. "It's not!" He bit his bottom lip, his glove squeaking beneath the ferocity of his clenched fist. "I don't want to be famous. I don't want people to know who I am. I like being able to walk outside and not have to worry about people swarming me."

"And I'm sick of sneaking around!" He argued back, hands posted at his hips. "I want people to know that you belong to someone. I want people to know that you belong to me."

"Because you are jealous?! Because some guy put extra sugar in my coffee?! I don't even remember his name!"

"He was flirting with you." John snarled, pointing an accusing finger toward you. Yes, and he had been stalking you throughout the whole ordeal, watching somewhere in the sidelines like the obsessed maniac he was.

"Oh yeah, like people definitely don't want to get into your pants either." You needed to go somewhere where he couldn't find you, but that was impossible. "John-I just-I need some time away from you." You fled for the door, but he was already catching you again. His grip wasn't nearly as tight, but it made you wince.

"Don't." His voice cracked, eyebrows softening as he gazed at you. "Please." Seeing him so vulnerable, which was never a pleasant sight, forced you to pause. He could be like a little child, constantly needing attention, constantly needing affection. Should you leave him, he'll throw a tantrum: A tantrum the likes of a natural disaster, the city would be destroyed, innocent people would die. And this man was your soulmate?! On this, you accepted defeat.

"John, I wished you had talked to me first." You whispered, slowly closing the distance between you both. You shifted your wrist out of his hand and proceeded to gently caress his.

"I tried to," His nostrils flared and he turned his head away from you with a scowl. "But you don't care about how I feel."

"That's not true." If you knew that being his soulmate was going to be this troublesome... Well, you sighed, you probably wouldn't change a thing. You cupped his cheek and guided him to look at you again. "I do care about your feelings, I love you."

"Then, why..." He hissed the word through clenched teeth. "Does it matter if people know about us?"

"Oh, John..." You leaned in and rested your forehead on his chest. "I don't want this."

"I didn't ask for this either." He grabbed your shoulders and jerked you away so you were staring up into his crazed glare. "My entire fucking life I've had the spotlight on me. Me, alone! Who gives a shit about any of the others? I'm Homelander! People want to see Homelander fly, people want to see Homelander fight. I can't fucking have a moment's reprieve." It never seemed to bother him before, if anything you thought he might had even loved the spotlight. He was always gravitating to it and if anyone else took it he would become extremely jealous. His ego was fed by the world loving him and that was something you found out about your soulmate very early on. So, why now?

"I'm-I'm..." You inhaled a deep breath as you tried to find a coherent response in your mind. His eyebrow lifted impatiently at you in waiting. "I didn't know." You placed your palms on his chest, concern tugging at your eyebrows. "I thought you loved being famous."

"I do." He gritted his teeth, "But I am sick of doing it alone, okay? You get that?"

"Yes, I get that." You answered back quickly, he was tense and you didn't want to make it any worse.

"So..." He continued, sending you an expectant glare. "Are you going to apologize for your behavior?"

"Excuse me?" You squinted at him, what the-

"I said..." His voice was dangerously low and scratchy. He began to back you up. "Are you going to apologize for even giving that useless ass coffee making piece of shit the time of day?" You swallowed, craning your neck back as he closed in on you. Your back met the wall of your office and he insistently rested his forearm across the length of space above your head. “Apologize.” He bit out, your eyes widened, openly taking in the imposing size of him from head to toe. He stepped into what space was left between you both, his body pressing into you completely so you couldn’t look at anything else but him. “Well?”

“I’m-I’m Sorry.” His lips twitched, you held back a flinch as his palm rose up to cup the side of your neck.

“Ahh...” He spoke in a hushed voice, tender and sweet, not unlike the one he used when you both were holding to each other tightly at night, whispering promises of a future that might never exist. His kiss dropped on your forehead, lips gently grazing the skin there. “Good Girl.” His fingers curled, your hear skipped a beat as they practically encompassed the entire circumference of your throat. “And you won’t do it ever again, will you?” The slight bit of pressure turned into a sputtering mess. He would never hurt you, you told yourself, he would never kill you.

“N-Never. Never again.” You squeaked from the fear that rippled through you, his grip loosened and then his gloved hand was caressing down the slope of your neck to your exposed collarbone.

“Good.” He chirped, then in the blink of an eye he was hunching down and easily lifting you up around his waist. You grabbed onto him, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your displaced desk at the other side of the room. “Now, let’s make it up to each other. Hmm? Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“John, I-” His fingers curled in your skirt and he yanked, the ripping that followed made your groan in protest, but that was the most you could muster. Your skirt was discarded somewhere in the office and your ass was dropped, in a not so gentle fashion, onto the edge of the wooden surface.

“The whole...” His hands left you for but a moment as he began to shimmy his suit pants down his strong thighs.

“John, maybe we should-”

“Fucking world...” He ground out over your weak complaints. “Knows who you belong to...” His hard length popped out from beneath the thick blue spandex, nestled between your legs and jutting against your inner thigh. His fingers plucked at your chin, lifting your gaze to his and glaring down at you with a violent intensity. You exhaled a shaky breath, your body was trembling, sweat had begun to dribble down your temple in anxious anticipation. He had always been quite possessive, but this was perhaps the worst you had ever seen it. “But now it’s time that you know.”

“I do know, I do!” You placed your hands on his shoulders for support and leaned forward, your nails bit into his suit and fresh tears lingered at the edge of the red that surrounded your eyes. “You’re my soulmate, you’re my love.” You felt like you were groveling to a deity for mercy, to spare you, to give you pity for being lesser. He had never struck such fear into you. He sighed, almost disappointed, he hunched over you and the head of his cock brushed against your wet folds. Even in desperation, your body knew how to react to him, your soul belonged to him.

“That’s not enough.” He muttered huskily into your ear, punctuated by the hardest thrust you had ever felt by him. Your back arched, try as it might to squirm against his immovable form, and you released a shrill between pain and pleasure. Your body teetertottered between the two, his thrusts entering a brutal pace, a bruising one that would surely leave your pelvis aching and sore for at least a month. He grunted and growled, hair leaving it’s perfectly gelled mold, strands of it falling out before his blue eyes. Eyes that were watching your every expression, boring holes into you that ran deep, tunnels where liquid heat and blood pumped through your body and electrified your every nerve ending. He stood back, a palm resting on your stomach, little support needed to hold you in place as he pounded and rutted into you like a ravenous beast.

“I could break you in half with my fucking cock, couldn’t I?!” He heaved each word, panting at you through clenched teeth. You couldn’t even think straight, it felt like your body was going to explode and your mind was stuck trying to understand what was happening. And in the middle of all of it, Homelander was threatening you in a sickening ploy for control. He grunted, his head tilted and his eyes slid shut. “Fuck, and this is just your pussy! Imagine if I fucked a little harder, huh?! You want that?” He was borderline shouting at this point, hands grabbing your hips to guide you that much more into his own. “No, I know you don’t want to die like this.” His thrusts started to die down, palm now caressing around your thigh. “You don’t want to fucking die, do you?” When you didn’t answer, he stopped completely. His chest rose and fell with heavy breathes and you struggled to lift your head to stare up at him. He was absolutely wrecked, hands now tugging you till you were upright and limply resting against his chest. You whimpered when your heat fell to his chest, the back of your head now cradled in his hand. “Answer me.” He said into your sweaty scalp, nostrils flaring as he inhaled thickly at your scent. You had no coherency, everything was buzzing around you and all you wanted was for him to keep going. You were so close. At some point, the pleasure outwitted the pain and now your just wanted this. He could kill you, he could thrust so hard that you would literally never be able to walk again, his cock could rip through your insides if he wanted. But, he wouldn’t?��“Answer me, or I won’t let you cum.” How could he sound so composed, when looking so disheveled? “Do you want me to kill you?”

“No.” You choked out, laying your head back in his hand to look up at him. He wouldn’t hurt you, he wouldn’t. “I-I don’t want to die. Please.” He was completely stoic for what felt like forever, as his cock pulsed in you and your core pulsed with need for more. “Please, John...” You rasped, tears streaming down your face. “Please move.” An eerie grin took shape, bright red beginning to surface in his eyes, and you would have screamed if he hadn’t start thrusting again.

“Well, that’s a fuckin’ shame, honey, because I can do whatever the fuck I want.” And his hips were pistoning back and forth at a particularly swift pace, no coordination, broken and rough. His entire body tensed, just when you were on that edge, a finale growl echoed into the room, and a bleeding warmth flooded you. “I fucking decide.” He stated, your body ached for more and yet so quickly he was pulling himself from you and lifting his spandex back up.

“J-John?” You croaked, holding a hand out to him, his eyes had converted back to the blue that you adored so much. “Wh-What are you-” He shrugged, weaving a hand through his blonde locks and folding the loose strands back out of his sight.

“I might consider letting you cum later, but...” He shook his head. “You really pissed me off, and frankly, you don’t deserve it.” You had propped yourself up on your arms, boneless and shaking, your body barely able to make the minimum effort needs to you sitting straight. You blinked at him, eyes wide and bleary, bottom lip quivering open as you thought of any choice words that might change his mind. “Ohhh...” He purred, returning to you and wrapping his arms around your torso. His placed another kiss to your forehead. “Those puppy dog eyes won’t get me this time.” He chuckled, your chin drawing into his palm as he cupped your cheek and gazed down at you.

“Please.”

“No.” He shot back firmly, his jaw shifting as he gritted his teeth again. “Who do you belong to?” You didn’t hesitate in your response. His seed was dripping from you, his words painted on your skin, his soul attached to yours by a universe that could be oh so cruel, and now there were no more secrets to hide.

“You. I belong to you.”

#homelander x reader #homelander #reader #the seven #soulmate #au #the boys #madelyn stillwell #queen maeve #a-train #black noir #starlight #the deep #translucent #vought #smut #violence #abusive relationship

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randomfandomimagine · 3 years

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Love Is The Answer (Flynn Rider x Reader)

Character: Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

Fandom: Tangled (Disney)

Tags: Fluff, soulmate AU, strangers to lovers

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5.3k words

Summary: Y/N was wandering around the city like any other day, only to be involved with a thief that literally ran into them and ended up stealing their heart.

A/N: This is my entry for Clara’s (@musicallisto) writing challenge, with the prompts Fake-Out Make-Out & Soulmate AU and the dialogue “I’ve never met anyone like you” & “I feel safe with you. I always have”.

A/N2: This was a lot of work and took me a long time to write and finish, so please give it some love, everyone! It would mean a lot 🥰💕

Link: AO3

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!! // Masterlist

Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert x Gender Neutral Reader

The kingdom of Corona was buzzing with noise and movement, dripping with life anywhere you looked. It was delightful to walk around the city square, being touched by the gentle warmth of the sun shining above you and the delicate swaying of the light breeze against your face.

Like any other day, you wandered around the stands, distractedly looking at the food and the jewelry as a particular thought tried to force its way to your brain. It was accompanied by a peculiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t necessarily bad, only… different.

That feeling persisted as you navigated the streets you know so well. It intensified as your let your feet wander, almost as though it was a warning of an imminent change. To reinforce that, you were startled by running footsteps heading your direction. Before you could react, a hand had suddenly wrapped around your wrist.

“What…?” You heard someone’s breathless energy, and a hurried apology.

The next thing you knew, only allowing you to let out a gasp in startle, you were pressed against someone. Your yelp was muffled against someone else’s lips.

You froze immediately, too shocked by those strange events to be able to form a coherent thought or move or even breathe. That feeling in your stomach made you tingle all over, and it seemed to bring you out of your daze.

Pushing the person away, you took a deep breath when you realized you were holding it in. Once they were off you, it was time to find out what shameless person had done it. As you looked up, you found with a handsome young man with brown hair that fell over his attractive light brown eyes.

Recovering from that brief moment of awe, you went to move and complain.

“How dare you?!” You were lifting your hand, prepared to slap it against his cheek.

“Sorry about that” He whispered, awkwardly chuckling, as he intercepted your hand. “But thanks!”

“What…?” You stuttered, staring at him. There was something strangely familiar about that man. He, however, mistook your baffled expression.

“Please don’t scream, don’t be scared” His gentle voice said, somehow sweeter than his cocky expression as he looked down at you. “I’m not going to hurt you, I just needed to blend in”

You slowly nodded your head, watching him intently. Suddenly, you felt somehow very calm despite the fact that a stranger had allegedly used you as a distraction by kissing you without your consent. There was something about him… your heart raced at the thought that he had something to do with the strange feeling in your stomach.

The stranger, who had been as tense as you, was now smiling. He was out of breath, but his shoulders relaxed as he stared at you. So did yours as you peered at him, overcome by an inexplicable feeling of warmth and familiarity.

“Hi there” He told you, somehow mixing together smugness.

“Hi…” You replied, taking in his features and trying to understand what was happening. “I-I’m sorry, but…”

“Right” The man seemed to understand what you were thinking, because he cleared his throat and recovered from the daze that seemed to get ahold of you again. “Name’s Flynn Rider, sweetheart. You see, I was being chased and I needed a way to blend in”

“So you decided to grab me and kiss me” You completed for him, blinking to return to your senses. “Charming”

“Thank you” He calmly replied, showcasing his smirk once more. “And you are?”

“Y/N” You told him, taking a step back when you realized you were still very close to him. The noise of the city seemed to fill your airs suddenly, as though it had muted with his appearance and now was in full volume.

“Enchanté, Y/N” Flynn took your hand in his and kissed it in a gentlemanly way. “Thanks for potentially saving my life”

You rolled your eyes, somehow aware of the fact that he was probably overreacting.

“And may I ask...?” You began walking, grinning when he followed after you. “Why were they chasing you?”

“That’s a good question” Flynn said, making a pause as he clutched his satchel. “I have no idea”

“Really?” Your eyes took in the streets, looking for any guards. “You didn’t do anything?”

“Nothing at all!” He replied, dramatically throwing his arms up in the air. “I was minding my own business when-”

“You’re a thief” You accused him, stopping to walk so suddenly that he had to press a hand against your back to avoid walking into you. “Don’t you dare deny it, Flynn Rider”

When you turned around to face him, his eyes widened as he held your defiant gaze. Flynn opened his mouth to reply, but his expression shifted from surprise to realization. The smirk returned to his lips once more.

“Alright, I will admit that I currently have something that doesn’t really belong to me” He casually said, resting a hand against the satchel hanging from his hip. “But if you knew I’m a thief, why did you help me?”

“I didn’t know! I had no idea who you were before you appeared and kissed me!”

“Fair enough” He admitted, tilting his head. “But then, why don’t you leave me and call the authorities now?”

“Maybe I’m going to”

“You’re not”

“How can you be so sure?”

“You haven’t yet”

“How can you know I won’t?”

“I just know”

Your eyes looked each other up and down, seizing the other up. When your gazes met, however, you realized you had walked closer to one another once again. Your faces were mere inches apart, and somehow it didn’t feel uncomfortable or strange despite having known each other for only literal minutes.

“I…” You broke the silence to say something, you realized, you genuinely felt. It was as though a foreign force was driving you to say it, the same force that had caused him to bump into you on the first place. “I have the feeling that you’re a good person”

Flynn laughed in a mysterious manner, one between sarcastic and sad. Putting some distance between the two of you, he turned on his side and averted his gaze.

“How can you know?” He lowly said, staring at the satchel and letting go of it. “You don’t know me”

“I… I think I do…” Flynn cautiously glanced at you as you spoke. “It’s crazy, but… I feel like I know you”

“Oh, please...” He scoffed, continuing to walk and not expecting you to follow him. But you did.

“It’s true!” You insisted, even if your brain became at war with your heart. Your rational side told you it was impossible, but your feelings offered resistance. “And I bet you feel the same way about me too!”

“Then you’d lose” He insisted with a sarcastic grin. “Sorry, sweetheart, but you don’t know me”

“I… I know Flynn Rider is not your real name” Your words caused him to stop his strut and instead turned around to face you. He had grown several shades paler.

“How can you know that?”

“I don’t know! I told you, I just do!” You clicked your tongue in annoyance, trying to find the right words to express yourself. “It’s like… like…”

“Like fate brought us together?” Faster than you expected, he recovered. So fast that it led you to believe it was all facade. Nonetheless, he looked you up and down in a flirtatious manner. “Maybe it did”

“Stop” Your rational part won when his statement made it feel all the more real. Before it was only an intuition, a feeling in your gut, a hunch. Saying it aloud made it more than that. It became almost a fact.

“You said it, Y/N” Flynn shrugged, reuniting with you and trying to take your hand.

“I didn’t” You refused, moving your hand away from his reach.

“You implied it”

“No!”

“What’s the problem?”

You stared at him, pushing a hand against his chest to keep him from getting closer. In any case, you knew his entire demeanor was only make believe. Deep down you didn’t think he actually felt it, that all he was trying to do was court you.

“I refuse to believe fate brought us together” You sternly told him. “Because that would mean…”

“What?” He dared you, widely grinning.

“It would mean…”

“Say it”

“It would mean we’re made for each other!”

“Exactly”

He playfully pressed his palm against your hand, still resting against his chest. Upon feeling your touch, however, his smirk slowly died down. He went on a journey of emotions reflected on his expression. First there was confusion, then slight panic, and finally serenity that led to a loving fondness.

“It’s like…” Flynn muttered, returning to that tender voice he had used right after he kissed you. “Like we’re… soulmates”

The feeling in your stomach intensified, and this time it brought something else. Butterflies flew in your stomach, announcing the fact that what he said was right. Somehow, you knew it, just like you knew everything else.

“What does that mean?” You whispered, both excited and afraid.

“It means whatever we want it to mean” Flynn sweetly smiled, caressing your hand with his thumb. A second later, his tender demeanor broke in favor of his prior smug and flirtatious one. “But for now, it can mean that we can walk together for a while, I mean, that’s all the time I need for you to fall in love with me”

You laughed out loud at the unexpected comment. Once again, as much as it had surprised you, the way his personality shone through felt right, it felt familiar.

Flynn took a step back, letting your fingers slip down his vest until your hand was left in the air, returning to his spot idly hanging by your hip. Despite the gesture, he tenderly smiled at you that way again.

“What do you say, Y/N?” He held his hand out for you to take. An invitation.

You took a deep breath. The rational and emotional sides of you were at war again, fighting for dominance. It was impossible that this stranger, this man that you had just met, a thief, was your soulmate. And yet, you found yourself taking his hand. Somehow knowing you could trust him and doing so.

“It’s Eugene, by the way” Flynn’s fingers gingerly wrapped around your hand, and he kissed it like he had done before. “Eugene Fitzherbert”

“Nice name” You smiled, standing there looking at him. Almost seeing through to his heart. “It sounds more genuine than Flynn Rider”

“Maybe it is” Was his only response as he tugged at your hand and began walking. He fondly gazed at you, causing the butterflies to appear again. Reinforcing that this felt right, it felt familiar and warm.

Hours passed, and you found that you were strangely comfortable around Flynn. Like you had known each others for years, like he could read your mind and you his. Like he could see into your heart, into every corner, every fear, every insecurity, every hope and dream. But you weren’t afraid, because you could see into his, and you knew you would kept it safe in your grasp the same way he would yours.

The walk had been pleasant. You had chatted and actually learned more about each other, about your pasts and lives and everything you sensed was hidden in those corners of the other’s hearts. After a lot of talking, you had gone to grab a bite, that you had shared as you continued a lively and more trivial conversation about your likes. It was the most fun you’ve ever had, and even if you knew it was right, you still couldn’t believe it was with a man you had just met that same day.

“Y/N…” Flynn suddenly whispered, urgently clutching your hand. “Look out”

After his warning, you had just enough time to react and look around. You recognized the distant figures of guards a second before Flynn began running and dragged you with him.

You tried to keep up, feeling your muscles burning as your legs moved as fast as they could carry you. Despite your racing heart and your breathless lungs, it was something else that was anguishing you. The thought that, if they caught Flynn, it would take him away from you. As you blindly ran, only guided by his hand leading you, it became clear: you didn’t want to lose him.

“This way!” He urgently whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a quiet street away from the city square you had returned to.

Following his example, you pressed yourself against the wall to hide from the guards, hoping they hadn’t seen you or chased you. As you rested against the cold wall behind you, trying to catch your breath, you examined the spot you were in.

That street was darker, inundated in shadows when the tall buildings surrounding it blocked out the sun. Your breath came in rapid pants after the brief dash, going along with the accelerated beating of your heart still.

Flynn was looking at you when you glanced his direction. He held one finger up and, patting your arm as he passed before you, he stuck his head out of the corner of the wall to take a look. There were no sounds of footsteps nearby, and it felt like the guards hadn’t spotted him.

“Phew” He sighed, grinning as he turned to you. “The coast is clear”

When he peered at you, however, there was a frown etched in your expression. He stared, silently formulating the question that was hinted in his features. You had one of your own.

“Why?” You piped up, separating from the wall. “Why do you steal, Eugene?”

“I-I don’t steal” Was his rushed response. “I only trade”

“Eugene…”

“I transport goods from one place to another and take them to someone that gives me money for them!”

“But you take them from someone else first”

“Technically yes..”

“Isn’t that the same as stealing?”

“Semantics”

You rolled your eyes, sighing in resignation. That intuition returned, letting you know the conversation would get nowhere. There was no use. Instead, you decided to focus on that strange feeling that controlled your thoughts and emotions. You had never experienced anything similar before, and it was equal times beautiful and fascinating while being overwhelming and frightening.

You feebly leaned against the wall, deep in thought. Eugene leaned on it too, pressing his shoulder against it to be facing you. Looking to your right to lock eyes with him, the two of you stared at each other for a moment.

“What is it?” He asked you, smirking but showcasing a sweet gaze. “C’mon, spit it out”

“I… Why did you choose me?” You asked, staring right into his brown eyes. “There were plenty of people there, you could have picked anyone and kiss them, but… you chose me”

“I don’t know…” He shrugged, passing a hand through his hair in a surprisingly nervous and hesitant gesture. “Soulmate magic? I don’t know, I just saw you and...”

The rest of the sentence hung in the air, but you understood what he meant. He knew too. It might had been soulmate magic after all. You pouted, not knowing what to say or do. In such little time, your head still hadn’t wrapped around that concept yet.

Silence settled, letting the murmur of the city fill the empty street you were in. Above you, the blue sky was very slowly turning dark and the dim sunlight illuminated Eugene’s attractive profile as the light faded. Some lanterns shone in the surrounding buildings, lighting up the mild darkness around you.

“Alright, since you asked so many questions, let me ask you” Flynn said, his voice carefully breaking the quietness. “Why did you help me?”

“I…” You let out a sigh, confused and resigned as that inner war returned within you. “I don’t know…”

“We really don’t know anything, do we?” Eugene dryly chuckled. “We have zero answers”

“Yeah...” You muttered, not daring to look at him as you still debated yourself with whether to fully trust him or not. A part of you did, the other part didn’t want to.

“Maybe we don’t need them” He suddenly whispered, using a gentle tone that took you by surprise. When you looked at him, he was watching you fondly. “Maybe we can just enjoy this, whatever this is”

“I…” You bit your lip, not really knowing what you wanted to say.

“Want to talk about it?” Eugene offered, probably sensing your struggle.

“I can’t put it into words…” You began, tiredly tilting your head to look up at him. “It’s like… like my heart remembers you, but my brain doesn’t. Like we were lovers in a past life and that left a mark in my soul despite finding you again and being strangers”

“That sounds right…” He distractedly replied, pressing a hand against his chest, right over his heart. His absent tone, however, shifted when he peered at you again. “Maybe we should kiss again just to make sure”

You rolled your eyes, and reading you disdain followed by your lack of response, he tried again, lingering on his flirtatious tone.

“I mean, I knew it… you just can’t run away from your feelings, Y/N. How can you not fall in love with me?”

His attempt at breaking the ice didn’t quite work. With just another look, you expressed to him that it wasn’t that simple. Maybe he, despite all his playful comments and facetious demeanor, had already accepted that you two were soulmates with all that it implied. Maybe he was willing to give in to you, but you weren’t so sure yet, even if the world seemed to be giving you signs to carry on. Your mind, however, seemed too cautious… you didn’t want your heart broken, especially not by a stranger that you inexplicable felt very strong emotions for.

“I know what it is” Eugene spoke up again, this time completely serious. You could see it in his calm and sweet expression as well as his honest gaze, you could hear it in his earnest voice. “It’s about what I stole, isn’t it? You don’t know if you can trust me because I’m a thief”

You frowned, considering that thought. It wasn’t quite it, because you somehow knew he was a good person just like you had told him. Before you could tell him so, however, he was speaking up again.

“I’ll give myself in” Was all he said, already taking a step to finally leave that dark and lonely street. He walked with determination, not looking back at you. “I’ll face the consequences if that’s what you need me to do”

“No!” You went after him, clutching on to his arm to stop him. “You don’t have to do that!”

“I don’t?”

“No, I… I trust you”

You examined his expression, looking for any signs of trickery. That blasted rational side of you was screaming that he was just trying to convince you, that he wasn’t really going to give himself in. The other part, the one with the butterflies that danced at the rhythm your beating heart set, told you otherwise. His gentle expression reinforced this very feeling.

“I still don’t understand, how can you trust me?” Eugene whispered, his voice dripping with emotion.

“I just… trust you”

“You don’t even know me!”

“But I... feel safe with you... I always have”

Flynn laughed, and that sound seemed to light up the darkness, like a beacon in the night. It softened the hardened atmosphere and helped you let go of all the anguish that had heavily settled on your stomach.

“You feel safe with me?” He smirked, playfully taking your hand in his. “Even when I ran by you with stolen goods?”

“Yeah, even then” A timorous smile grew on your lips.

“Even when I took you and kissed you out of the blue?”

“Yes”

“Even though you literally just met me?”

“Even then”

“Then I must have stolen your heart too” Flynn blatantly stared into your eyes as he gallantly bowed, holding on to your hand, and kissed your knuckles. “Because that is the only explanation”

You laughed, flustered as he carefully let go of your hand. Allowing yourself to let go for the first time since you met him, you held on to the lapels of his vest. Night had fallen, and your emotions had passed just like the hours had.

“Are you always so cheeky?” You asked him, placing your face closer to his.

“I think you know I am” He replied, showing off that very cheekiness.

“Then you’re about to get your wish, Flynn Rider” You whispered, clutching on to his clothes as though they could provide you with the courage you needed to continue.

You could feel his breath against you, and you could no longer resist. His closeness was too tempting, and you found yourself smashing your lips against his soft ones before you could be held back by logic.

The kiss only seemed to further prove that crazy theory. You had never felt like that before. A tingling began on your lips, intensifying the longer the exchange lasted and spreading inside you until it reached your stomach, where it took the form of butterflies that flew at whim.

His hands, tenderly pressing against your back, made you shudder and pull him closer. Your eyes seemed to see regardless of being closed tight. Now more than ever you could see him in his entirety, read the genuine good nature of his heart as he lovingly squeezed you against his chest. As you slowly pulled away, being ridden from the oxygen you needed to breathe, you knew. Everything became clear.

You still didn’t know how or why, but you were soulmates. Your brain couldn’t fight that thought anymore, it just felt right. It was meant to be. You two were meant to be.

“Wow…” Eugene sighed when the air returned to his lungs, and he gawked at you. “Did you just…?”

“Careful what you wish for, Flynn” You coyly said, letting go of him.

“I… I’ve never met anyone like you” He said, putting your hair behind your ear.

“Me neither” You smiled, feeling that tingling again when his fingers grazed your skin. “But I think that’s the point… soulmate”

“Now we’re talking” His voice kept that tone, sweet as honey, even if he smirked at you. “So did you feel it too, when we kissed?”

“What, the butterflies?” You took a deep breath, trying to silence that little voice in your head that still tried to take control. “Yeah… it doesn’t make any damn sense”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to” He gingerly took your chin and tilted it closer to his lips, but you smirked and moved away from him.

“Slow down, soulmate” You playfully said, still allowing him to be so close to you without your mouths meeting. “We’ve only just met”

He laughed, understanding your innocent teasing, and instead he lightly brushed his lips against your forehead in a delicate touch that made you shudder. His kisses and caresses felt like they were made of joy.

When you locked eyes with him again, you felt a sort of electricity this time, like another sign that this was in fact no ordinary occurrence, like there was no doubt he was your soulmate. A sudden urge overtook your heart, your thoughts, and you found yourself calling him to say something important.

“Flynn…” You began, your voice bearing so much emotion that you couldn’t talk over a whisper. “I...”

“Eugene” He corrected you with a smile. “I… I like it when you call me Eugene”

“Eugene” You nodded, correcting yourself as well.

“Sorry, what were you gonna say?”

You gulped, staring at his light brown eyes that watched you so intently, so adoringly.

“I… think I love you...” Your cheeks were suddenly burning, and you averted your gaze in shame, chuckling to hide your embarrassment. “Isn’t it crazy?”

“It is…” Using the hand that still softly held on to your chin, Eugene claimed your attention once more. “Because I love you too”

“Y-You do?”

“Yes, as crazy as it is” Eugene let out a dreamy sigh. “But maybe that’s the answer”

“What do you mean?” Your heart raced in anticipation while your mind focused on how close you were to one another still, how delicate his warm touch was on your face.

“The answer to all our questions, to all the things we don’t know” Then came his smug grin once more, holding that flirtatious hint that somehow made you swoon. “Love really is the answer to everything, huh?”

You could read it in his gaze, in the gentleness that was hidden under his cocky smile, the true meaning behind his words. This was the point of no return. He had just admitted he was willing to completely give in to that insane but powerful connection between you two. But were you? Would you dare?

You took his hand, slightly bigger and stronger than yours, and rested the two against his chest. Barely noticeable under his clothes was his beating heart, racing as he impatiently waited for your answer.

“I need you to return what you stole” Was your condition, and you noticed the mild frown on his expression as his free hand flew to his satchel.

“What?” He held his breath, scanning your features only to read the sternness in your expression. “You want me to…?”

“I need to know we can both be happy” You begged him, spreading your fingers to press your palm over his heart. “Do it for me”

Eugene watched you, gulping at the mere thought of doing what you asked. He understood why you needed him to undo it, to leave that life behind if he wanted to be safely by your side. If only it was that simple...

“Y/N, I… I would, b-but….” For the first time, there was panic and desperation in his voice. “It would only drive me away from you”

“Then I’ll do it myself” You tugged at the strap diagonally hanging from his torso. “I’ll tell them I found it and return it, that way you won’t be in any trouble”

“You would do that?” He gawked at you, almost like he was seeing you for the first time. “How can I know you won’t-?”

“I promise it will be okay, you’ll have to trust me” You insisted, taking the satchel as he allowed you to fully take the satchel from him, messing up his hair as the strap went over his head.

“You’re willing to do that for me…” He whispered, almost more for himself than for you. “You still don’t know if I’m a good person”

“I guess that really is the answer, right?” You smiled, combing his hair with your fingers. “I trust you”

“I trust you too” Eugene assured, taking your wrist with gentle fingers to momentarily stop you before you could go ahead on your mission. “You just saved me, after all, and what a way to do it”

You laughed a little, deep down moved by the acceptance implicit in his tone, for the gratitude veiled in his joke. Separating from him in order to return by his side later, you walked away.

“I’ll be right back”

“I’ll be right here”

As your footsteps echoed over the cobblestone ground, your heartbeat increased its pace the more you distanced yourself from Eugene. He had literally put his life in your hands, and you wouldn’t let him down. While your eyes absently looked for a guard, all you could think about was how oddly cold and empty you felt now that you were away from him for the first time. Now that you knew him, everything had changed.

Going through with your promise, you approached the first guard you came across. You handed the satchel to him, quickly explaining that you heard it was stolen and ensuring you had found it on the streets, unsupervised. Unbeknownst to it all, the guard had taken your word for it and grabbed the satchel.

As you walked away from the guard and returned to the spot where you hoped Eugene was still waiting for you, you felt lighter. A weight had been lifted from your shoulders, and the free atmosphere around you harbored the promise of a happy future.

You reached the street you had left from, walking slower as the fear grew bigger within you. What if Eugene had left? What if he didn’t trust you? What if he was too scared that you would give him away? What if he had left you?

But as you immersed yourself in the dimly lit alleyway, you found him standing there. He had been blankly staring at the wall before him, but his eyes focused on you and his entire face lit up.

“It’s done” You nervously said, playing with your hands.

Eugene let go of that breath he seemed to have been holding in ever since you left. He smiled, placing his hands over yours to quit the restless motion, and kindly tugged at them to bring you closer.

“Thank you for saving me” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours and rubbing noses with you.

“Thank you for finding me” You said in return, finally closing the distance between your lips.

Eugene didn’t lose a second in lovingly putting his arms around you, holding you tight in an urgent embrace without being so strong that it would hurt you. The kiss was passionate, loving and tender. It seemed to hold the full meaning of your connection in it, the full weight of all those emotions you couldn’t put into words, the full extent of all those thoughts left unsaid that didn’t need to be spoken anymore. Of all that was expressed in the kiss, traveling from your lips to his and viceversa.

When you broke away, you laughed without a reason, without knowing or understanding why. Eugene, whose eyes were bright with tears, laughed a little as well. It was a chuckle of immeasurable happiness, of relief, of gratitude.

And so you two stepped into the light. The streets were now fully lit with lanterns, even if the stars shone with a unique beauty over your heads. You walked hand in hand, knowing that same excitement beating in your chest was double as it grew on Eugene’s as well.

“So where do you wanna go now?” He casually asked, swinging your intertwined hands as he strutted. “We can go to the forest, or maybe for something to eat. I’m hungry, aren’t you hungry?”

You stared at him, grinning both in amusement and resigned fondness.

“Don’t you ever get tired of listening to your own voice, Flynn?” You teased him, noticing the fleeting grin that occupied his lips only to be replaced by a fake pout.

“Not really, it’s such a beautiful sound” He stared at you, smirking. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

You pushed him away, laughing a little. There was only room for joy in your heart, and it seemed to tug at the corner of your lips in a perpetual smile.

Now everything was alright. As he continued talking and making you laugh, you knew it. Unknowingly, you had found him, like the missing piece to compliment your soul. One you didn’t know you were lacking, but that became so obvious as soon as he appeared. Now you knew, even that loud rational side of you, that this was right. And if you had any questions without answers, you knew love in on itself was an answer.

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The One Where She Got A Dog

Yelena Belova X Reader

Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2

Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic

AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.

Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio. She laughed when you said you were too.

Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer.

"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica.

"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked.

You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?"

"There." She points at the screen.

"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?"

Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest).

She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question.

"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean."

You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas."

You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here.

"No timer?," she asked.

"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart."

Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?"

"Something like that."

The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better.

But she can't know.

"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze.

Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…

There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her.

But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you.

"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…"

Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but…

"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that."

Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair."

You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo"

"What was that?"

You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…"

Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too."

The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before.

"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?"

"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier– looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too."

Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?"

You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them."

As you finished your sentence you reached for the door, but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over.

The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart.

"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her– that is how eerily quiet it is.

Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then."

Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?"

"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here– just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too."

Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!"

Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch."

Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them."

They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.

"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective."

Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light.

Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip.

"So cute…"

You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence.

"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice."

You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry."

You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually."

The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair.

"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup.

"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…"

You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house.

"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.

Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down.

You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?"

Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was."

The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes.

You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?"

"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…"

"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything."

Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep.

You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home.

The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before.

"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place.

#three bees writing #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #black widow #black widow spoilers #black reader insert

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ailec-12 · 3 years

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Your tags:

#HP #Art #Severus Snape #I love the trope of a character meeting their younger self

Would you write it then?

(I'm definitely teasing you again because I can't help myself - feel free to ignore my I-think-I'm-funny ask)

Also take care dear, you're the best <3

You're the worst... but also the best. ¬¬

You know what? I hadn't really thought about Severus in this context before, but I did spend a long time daydreaming about my two main characters from other fic getting to know their younger selves, so I'm going to steal and adapt some ideas to indulge us both.

Kid!Sev travels to adult!Sev's time. They do not get along.

Kid!Sev is a little feral thing and that's something you don't want other people to see when you're a respected and feared professor. It doesn't help half the members of the Order find his younger self cute (I've just been reading about a fic set in the Second War, so that's where my mind went).

Fear not, Severus, Sirius doesn't find any of your versions cute. You both agree on this (uh oh...).

Harry doesn't even know what to think about the whole thing. Ron's right when he says tiny Sev will grow to be the same git that mocks them in the classroom. Hermione is also right when she says this is just a kid who's alone and confused. Harry knows what that's like —no one tells the kid anything, either. (It's up to you whether Harry's already seen Snape's childhood memories by then.) In any case, Harry's olive branch is the first one kid Snape accepts —it helps Harry catches him wandering the house after a nightmare and, instead of sending him to bed or telling the others, he makes hot cocoa and tells him about Hogwarts' secret passages.

Yeah, okay, they're all at Grimmauld Place. What the hell is a coherent timeline.

Lupin tries to connect and fails, that's it. Adult Snape smirks a lot when he sees this. At those moments, he almost likes the brat.

He does not like the brat when he latches himself to the Bratty Trio.

Of course Snape fears his younger self will somehow let the others know secrets from his past. Who wouldn't be, really.

Sev is plainly scared of his adult self, not that he'd ever admit it. There's a weird glint in his eye most of the time and he won't tell young Sev anything about what's happened in the future/past/whatever. Sev's sure he'd tell himself all he needed to know, especially where his mum and Tobias are. Adult Severus is content to ignore him, though, and kid Severus doesn't like who he reminds him of. No, Sev isn't scared, he is angry.

Did I leave anything out? Feel free to add your own thoughts, dear.

#Thanks so much for this ask!#I had a lot of fun #HP #Severus Snape #Harry Potter #Time travel #thatawfulsnapeboy #Ask Ail #*

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prisoner009 · 3 years

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Here is why I, a person who has DID, think that Mikoto also has DID. I have seen a lot of misinformation about the disorder in the Milgram tag so I will try to correct them with the best of my abilities. And just a heads up, I am not interested in arguing whether or not Mikoto is a singlet or not since I had this conversation with others several times. This is just what I think Milgram meant to portray.

Before I start, please be mindful of the fact that Mikoto isn't a real person and I don't think he is a great DID rep however I feel like a lot of people just ignore the fact that he has DID because "it is ableist" while it is true we shouldn't ignore the obvious intention of the series, Milgram doesn't like being vague about the prisoners as seen with others. Here is the diagnostic criteria for DID. Code 300.14 "A. Disruption of identity characterized by two or more distinct personality states, which may be described in some cultures as an experience of possession. The disruption of marked discontinuity in sense of self and sense of agency, accompanied by related alterations in affect, behavior, consciousness, memory, perception, cognition, and/or sensory-motor functioning. These signs and symptoms may be observed by others or reported by the individual. B. Recurrent gaps in the recall of everyday events, important personal information, and/or traumatic events that are inconsistent with ordinary forgetting. C. The symptoms cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning. D. The disturbance is not a normal part of a broadly accepted cultural or religious practice. Note: In children, the symptoms are not better explained by imaginary playmates or other fantasy play. E. The symptoms are not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance (e.g., blackouts or chaotic behavior during alcohol intoxication) or another medical condition (e.g., complex partial seizures)." 1) "Disruption of identity characterized by two or more distinct personality states" for the sake of clarity, I will refer to Mikoto's alter as "Other Mikoto". Mikoto himself is very sociable, kind and has a more sweeter tone to his voice. He calls most prisoners by nicknames even though he isn't really familiar with them. In John Doe voice drama Mikoto gets stressed and switches to "Other Mikoto". Other Mikoto talks more like a delinquent, swears a lot and generally has more of a raspier tone to his voice. Other Mikoto goes as far as attacking Es which is out of character for Mikoto. 2) "B. Recurrent gaps in the recall of everyday events, important personal information, and/or traumatic events that are inconsistent with ordinary forgetting." We know that since day one Mikoto had no idea about what he had done to be in Milgram. In MeMe, during Other Mikoto's parts (metal parts of the song) he is very blunt about the murder making it clear that he is the alter that holds that traumatic memory while in Mikoto's parts (softer, chorus parts of the song) he says that he doesn't know why he is there and that they must be mistaken. No, he isn't lying about amnesia. It has been confirmed that to ensure that they are not lying Es uses a song extraction machine that extracts the knowledge about murders from their subconscious mind. MeMe sounds like two songs stitched together because Mikoto's subconscious is shared by another alter. In short, it was extracted from both of them not just Mikoto. Also, in John Doe voice drama right after Other Mikoto switches out Mikoto gets really confused because he doesn't remember beating Es and then fighting with Kotoko. 3) "C. The symptoms cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning." Even though Mikoto has a stable office job and tries his best to look like a functioning adult I believe there is more to it. In MeMe, towards the end it sounds like they are aware of each others existence but Mikoto wants to deny the fact that he has DID. His amnesia barrier and miscommunication with Other Mikoto does affect his functioning. 4) D and E points are as we know, don't apply to Mikoto so I won't bother explaining them. I have seen a lot of people say that Mikoto is faking DID because "He remembers/knows about it a little as seen in the MV." which is literal misinformation. Amnesia barriers are not always the same and you may remember bits of things at times. Mikoto is well aware that

something bad is going on, he is scared to admit it. He just doesn't know what and that is when Other Mikoto comes in the stage. Other Mikoto is supposed to hold that traumatic memory (murder) so Mikoto won't have to process that all by himself. I believe Other Mikoto is a trauma holder + most likely an protector. "You don't have to keep it in and hide it away, “I” will save “me”." is the reason why I think Other Mikoto is a protector. Motive for the murder was not mentioned a lot in the video but basing from these lyrics I believe that he has killed someone that was a past abuser or a threat to Mikoto's life in anyway. The murder was planned. At the beginning we can see him waiting on a specific subway station for his victim, which makes me think that it was most likely someone he knew rather than a random pedestrian. Hopefully, we will learn more about his motive on the second trial but for now all we can speculate is that he did it to "protect" himself. Not by the means of self defense, but by something else. Another thing I have seen that has been spread around a lot is that "Mikoto formed a system after murdering someone/because of his stress as an office worker." No. No one can form a system at the age of 23. It doesn't work like that. (next part is taken from did-research) The theory of Structural Dissociation works off of the assumption that no one is born with an integrated personality. Instead, infants operate based off of a loose collection of different ego states that handle their different needs- feeding, attachment to a caregiver, exploring the world around them. Over time, these ego states naturally integrate into one coherent and cohesive personality, usually by the ages of 6 or 9. However, childhood trauma disrupts this process. Different ego states are left unable to merge with each other due to conflicting needs, traumatic memories, or learned action paths or responses to trauma. One coherent sense of self cannot form when the primary caregivers of the child are inconsistent, loving one moment and abusive the next, preventing healthy attachment from occurring and instead facilitating disorganized attachment. In short, Mikoto's DID formed in childhood because of repetitive trauma that he had experienced when he was between the ages of 6-9. We don't know what his trauma is but perhaps we may learn about it on the next trials. Overall, DID is used in a lot of symbolic ways in MeMe (from using OSDDID terms like "switch" to a headspace) that I think it is almost impossible for Mikoto to not have DID. Thank you for reading all this mess. Feel free to shoot me ask if you have any questions.

#mikoto kayano #milgram #milgram analysis

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0risha · 3 years

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“BONES.”

✰ PAIRING ⤷ dabi x fem!reader

SUMMARY ⤷ It took him over a decade to muddle his brain with different memories to overshadow his past ones, not wanting for the abstained shadows of remembrance to embrace him.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you.

Dabi doesn’t trust himself.

He doesn’t trust the color of his mind to stay in the now state it’s in. If Touya Todoroki were to unwrap the gauze that clung to his very being, he’d fall apart. And he couldn’t have that. This unforgiving life of his had finally unfolded its palms and given him a gift and he’d stay sane for as long as he could to enjoy it.

✰ WC ⤷ 6.6k?

✰ TAGS ⤷ major angst, there is fluff though pinky promise, there’s a suggestive line, please don’t cancel me, it was detrimental to the story manga spoilers, a few curse words, character death, very, very soft dabi, shigaraki is an ass

NOTES ⤷ this is, indeed, the longest thing I've written that wasn't for school. and the summary is just a blurb because i had no idea what to write there. lol, I'm sitting at my laptop while crying my eyes out...... but uh.... I hope you like it ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

You smoke, Dabi takes that into account on the first day he sees you. Dabi hates cigarettes, despises them. He hates that itchy feeling his lungs get whenever he takes a drag, hates the way it makes him feel abyssal, co-dependent. And if there's one thing that Dabi hates, it's relying on something else that wasn't him self.

With that into consideration, he’s not entirely sure why you catch his eye, you’re not typically the type he goes for. He usually chose the dainty ones, the ones that were so eager to experience a jive of thrill, they don’t realize that they’ve encountered a person who played an important role in one of the most powerful villain organizations.

You're in the corner of a dingy bar, the dim lights somehow doing your angelic features justice. The light catches the glint of your name tag and the pastel blue of your scrubs. You look tired. Even from a far distance, he can see the sunken tent of your cheeks. The cigarette stick which hangs from in between your index finger and middle is halfway from becoming a stub. The plastic platter of pretzels that sit across from your chest is untouched as you grumble out replies to the bartender who's trying to make conversation with —a very uninterested— you.

When the clock hits eleven, your bar stool is scraping the ground as you attempt to leave. The relentless bartender grabs your arm with one last plea. His voice raising when you deny the idea that you should give him your number because you're too pretty to be by yourself. With one last pull, you stomp away towards the exit. Dabi doesn't know if it's because he's a villain too, but he follows after you. His senses telling him that there’s no way the bartender who you’d just rejected would let his wounded pride stay unbandaged.

He’s careful not to make any noises with the soles of his boots. The absence of street lights concealing his figure. Unbeknownst to him, his body enforces the skills he uses while stalking his next prey. His languid motions flowing with the same transverse as the cold, biting wind.

And you don’t notice a thing, your hands stuffed into the pockets of your thick silver jacket. But when your walking comes to a stop, Dabi’s heart nearly tumbles out from his chest. Not a second later, you pull out a pack of cigarettes and place one to your lips, lighting it in one go. When you resume walking, Dabi’s body internally holds a jubilee with jeers of relief. He’s not exactly sure why he’s helping you but what type of person would he be if he let a pretty lady like you get hurt?

At the thought, his throat tickles with the hope to let out a laugh.

When Dabi hears the crunch of leaves that bounce off the cracked concrete, for the second time that night he nearly breaks into a fit of laughter. The culprit’s first step is to trap you behind the fenced wall and his burly figure. What an amateur.

A part of Dabi wants to wait and see what you do. Are you a regular civilian? Do you have a strong quirk that would fight him off? His trail of thought evaporates when you hiccup out a laugh, smoke from the corner of your lips flowing into the man’s face. Dabi’s eyebrows quirking up with interest. What’s your next act?

After several hitches of breath, nothing comes and Dabi finally decides to step in as he feels the waves of anger emitting from the balding, middle-aged man who has you cornered.

The confrontation is brief —when the bartender turns to glance at an approaching lean, scarred figure, he scurries off without a word.

“Didn’t have to help me, I had it in the bag.” You squint at your savior as your cigarette bobs with the movement of your full lips. His stature towers over yours but you don’t seem the little bit phased.

“You weren’t scared,” he says and it’s more of a question than a statement. His cool voice sends a frosty layer through each stack of your vertebrae. Though, it slowly ebbs away as you study his features and realize how pretty he is —his eyes a pool of melted lapis. Sharp cheekbones molded to accustom to scars and silver staples that do nothing but add to your thinking connotation of him being ambiguity personified.

“Yeah, even if he did... you know.” You wave your hand. “He would’ve died sooner or later.” Dabi’s eyes narrow in confusion as he catches the way your eyelashes flutter prettily against your skin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh.. uh- he had heart issues, the kind you can’t recover from.” You remove the lit stick from your lips and give him a full-toothed smile. “Thank you, Mr. Stranger.” And with that, you turn away and resume your lethargic walk down an empty alleyway.

Must be your quirk. Dabi thinks as he watches your figure disappear into the grasping shadows of the night. When he returns to the battered LOV hideout, he goes out of his way to avoid any interaction with the League. Refusing to taint his memory of your pretty smile and pretty face.

The next time Dabi sees you, you’re in the same place. This time you’re not wearing scrubs, opting for a more casual look with a baby blue top that contrasts nicely with your skin and jeans that accentuate your figure. You don't have a pack of cigarettes either.

Unlike before, you notice his stare and you bathe in it. The bartender from the other day all but glances at you. Amusingly, you turn to glance at the brooding figure in the corner of the bar with a knowing look.

After two beers and spinning courage, you walk towards Dabi with sway in your step. His eyes follow your movement until you decide to situate yourself next to him in the booth. His low lids focus on you as you fidget with your manicured fingers. Cute. He thinks. You’re too cute for your own good.

“What’s your name?” You break the silence. Teeth gnawing into the plush dent of your bottom lip.

Dabi takes his time to mull over his answer, he doesn’t notice the way his body temperature flares nor the tiny blue flames that threaten to dance on his scabbed knuckles. A grasp —an unfamiliar cloak, wraps its fabric around his shoulders. Prickles of his being push with urgency to ease it away but it’s all in vain.

“Touya.”

Touya, from the corner of his eye, watches your eyes light up with interest. Bright and wide with swirling specks of gaiety— joy. Which Dabi guesses are because of him. He turns his attention away from you, not wanting to get warped into your pretty eyes that sparkle just from hearing his name.

“S’ a pretty name,” you whisper. Sporting a subtle grin, one that blows wide when you see all four chambers of his heart pumping wildly with blood.

“Can you walk me home, Touya?”

It goes on like this, again and again —conversations with Touya at the back of the bar, sitting next to him in the grimy booth. His replies are quip ones but you know he’s listening to your idle chatter because you feel the way his eyes bore into your skull.

The night always comes to a close with both of you walking shoulder to shoulder, the plans of your upcoming day echoing off the bounds of the night sky. You live in an apartment building, a shitty one. He remembers you complaining about the squeaky floorboards, your loud neighbors, and the pervy, greasy-haired landlord that barges through your door at the most unreasonable times of the day. Touya raises his eyebrow at that.

“I’ll take care of him for you.” The words fly past his lips before he can stop them.

Your response is a peal of robust laughter that comes to a halt when you pull out a cigarette. “I’ll be sure to come to you,” you say. Today marked the thirtieth time you both engaged in subtle conversation. He takes note in the fact that you only smoke when you wear scrubs —the rope of curiosity gets the best of him.

“I have to keep up with the appearance of my two personalities, duh.” Touya has no clue what you mean but your clipped tone tells him that he shouldn't pry.

Meanwhile, your eyes flit to his sapphire ones than to his lips.

“Touya?”

“Mhm?”

“Can I kiss you?” You watch the way his eyes widen with a low giggle.

But before he can answer, your lips are already on his. He’s quick to take action as he cups the underside of your jaw, your breath minty even though you just had a smoke. His head’s a mess, there’s a jumble of terms that fail to come together and form coherent ones. The only thing his brain can commit is the pillowy softness of your lips. Sadly, he can’t enjoy the whole experience. His bottom lip erased with the tissue needed to feel, only leaving a purpled patch in its wake.

For a second, his chest tides over with a tinge of shame but it’s quickly washed away as you pull him even closer. Your small, gentle fingers carding through his soft, inky tresses.

The kiss ends when you pull away with a breathless sigh. You stay close to him, noses nearly touching as once shared breaths mingle. His hands are on your hips now, slowly kneading the soft flesh. A couple of seconds dart by as your dark eyes stare into his bright ones. The low-lighted area giving them a fascinating glow.

You want to tell him how pretty he looks at this moment. His flustered expression causing your gut to simmer with heat.

You need to tell him how nicely entrapped his presence always makes you feel but something in you decides against it, choosing to save it for another time. So you search for an alternative, breath growing unsteady as you stumble across one.

“Can you....walk me home, Touya?” This time it's different from the first night you asked him.

This time your voice trails off with a much different undertone.

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Touya wakes up before you do. Peeks of the sun squeeze through your bedroom blinds, casting a shining glow on your skin. As he studies your peaceful features, he encounters a divulgence. One that causes his skin to crawl with parasites that immediately beg him to keep up with this facade. To derive a little longer and enjoy this bliss at his own expense. However, Touya decides against it. It’s quite obvious that he’s not the safest person to be around, his appearance giving that thought away.

It might be better if he tells you first, he thinks.

It might be better if he lets a precious thing like you go before he builds a stockpile of lies that’ll eventually come crashing down when the realization finally hits.

“I’m a villain, you know,” he murmurs as he watches your eyelids flutter open. He grimaces as he tries to think of what your reaction may be. The first words you woke up to would have to be that you’d let a criminal into your home —into your bed.

He sits up to place his back on your cool headboard. The bell of anxiousness that sits at the pit of his stomach rings after a few beats of silence. You turn to stare at his upright figure with two arms tucked underneath your satin pillow. “I know, m’ not stupid, Touya.” You grumble, turning your head to return to sleep.

“What?” His eyebrows knit has his chest shutters with disbelief.

You ignore his bewilderment. “Since we’re confessing our deepest, darkest secrets can I tell you what could’ve been my villain origin story?” Touya stares at your face before bursting into laughter, one that nearly causes the staples around his jaw to unhinge. Though, this laughter is one of relief.

A part of him doesn’t believe it.

He doesn’t think he’s ever done a deed so right, so pure, that had earned him someone like you. The only thing his reeling mind can suffice is that he had killed a scum in some random, dirty alley that ended up being the lowest of the low. At the random thought, he laughs some more.

“What?” You can’t help but giggle, his laughter —which was a rare entity— made you giddy with joy. “I’m serious!” You pout, turning away from him to feign anger, your ears stay perked up as his smooth, rich laughter fills your bedroom with warmth.

“Okay, fine I won’t tell you.” His laughter trails off as he moves from the headboard to lie directly across from you.

“Alright, tell me.” His abnormal body heat causes you to shuffle closer until you rest your head on his chest.

When your story is done, he can’t help but stare at the ceiling in cerebrate silence.

At the age of fifteen, a program introduced by the hero association had recruited kids with abilities related to the medical field. Yours being an x-ray like quirk that allowed you to detect diseases, broken bones, and infections. Ones even normal x-ray’s couldn’t see. Forced to drop out of high school to take nursing classes and discard your latest stage of childhood life, you’d already become a registered nurse before the ripe age of nineteen. You worked in a special division, one where you only dealt with pro-heroes. You tell Touya about your worst encounter, one where you diagnosed a collection of broken ribs and the incapability to do hero work for several weeks and got shoved so hard that your ankle had twisted. Fortunately, the program had been discarded when you were twenty. With your inability to do other things that weren’t related to nursing you decided to stay one.

“Where were your parents?” It takes you a second to answer, chest deflating in the worst kind of way as you remember your father and mother’s shame-ridden faces staring back at your own —your's ridden with disbelief.

“They got money, so it didn’t really matter what happened to me.” You whisper, using the soft pad of your index finger to trace his scarred skin.

“Wanted to be a writer, Touya.” You try your best to hold in your cries but to no avail. “Wanted to write a best-seller,” You laugh, but it’s overshadowed by the watery sob that follows.

And with that, he finally understands. You’re two personas, a writer and a nurse. His chest tides up with pride once he realizes that he’s probably the first person to see and understand what they both mean to you.

“You can still be one,�� he says. But it’s a promise of his own in disguise. I’ll change the world for you, make it so you can do anything you want to. It echoes from his every syllable and trails off with a familiar lilt.

And you see it too —hope-filled eyes flit to glittering ones. His, a bright pair of blue gems that shine with raw, unfiltered passion- yet to be completely polished. Against your will, every tendril of your being untwines and wraps itself around his words- you believe him. Unconsciously, your lips blow into a wide smile. “I’ll hold you to it, Touya.”

The stagnant air diffuses once you ask him a question, “when’s your birthday?”

Internally, you kick yourself in the shin as Touya shoots you a whimsical look. You’re not sure why this is the first personal question you decide to ask him.

But to you, Touya’s painted in grey, moral wise. You’ve only known him for less than a month, his background revealed the same night you met him. When you were with Touya, he didn’t seem like a villain. Villains were supposed to be vile, viscous people that didn’t dissolve properly into the troughs of today’s society.

His touch was gentle, handling you with nothing other than care. But you’re sure he’s used those same nimble fingers to inflict pain on whomsoever he chose. To you, Touya’s a jigsaw. You’re prepared —at least you think you are— to solve it. Prepared to start with the small pieces. And when those gradually come together, you’d use them as a guide. Treading carefully to work from known to unknown.

However, Touya prays to the gods that you don’t use your quirk to see the way his heart pumps wildly and the way his breath hitches. It took him over a decade to muddle his brain with different memories to overshadow his past ones not wanting for the abstained shadows of remembrance to embrace him. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you.

Dabi doesn’t trust himself.

“December 15th.” Your eyes widen when you realize the day was when you both had met. “I was your birthday gift then, huh.” You giggle, pressing closer to his body to feel the erratic thump of his heart.

“Guess so.” A good lie is always better than the truth.

That’s what he tells himself when Tomura asks where he’s been for the past couple of months. Vehement, crimson eyes digging into Dabi’s skull. He scoffs in annoyance, opting to tell the blue-haired man that he’d been out of town to scout for new members. Rummaging through underground areas where the average of villains was the thickest.

And yes, they’re all lies. He’s happy that Tomura is as dumb as he looks. Though it may be because Dabi has mastered the art of weaving intricate webs of lies- he’s grateful, nonetheless.

When Dabi turns away from him, Tomura’s eyes narrow.

Shigaraki Tomura isn’t as dumb as he looks. But Dabi didn’t know that -at least, not yet.

Here in the LOV hideout, where Dabi’s just a ruthless flame kindler, he finds no self-content, only impatience. Sometimes, taking part in Toga’s antics as a source of entertainment, her bloodlust too damn thick to ignore.

Impatience, a contagious drug that filters through Dabi’s veins and causes his blood to sear whenever he thinks about the overturn he wants hero society to so badly face. It’s the only way this ache of his can be soothed.

At first, it was just for him to bask in -for him to enjoy. For him to see a part of his past, burn. To see a rage of flames that -in time, turned to a cinder, his memories with it.

But now, he wants you to see it too. He wants to keep you tucked by his side as everything unfolds. Knowing this, he waits. Dabi’s not naive, this dream of his isn’t a one-man act.

Though, the biggest step closer to glory comes earlier than expected…

He’s a hero, the number two pro hero in all of Japan. His speed and the aid of his wings being his strongest suit. The information he provides is what still causes the Leauge to thrive. And the reason that Shigaraki now knows of the Meta Liberation Army. A powerful villain organization that rivaled Tomura’s very own. Led by a man named Destro, a name that every villain’s��supposed to know. Kuriogi tells him this in his usual monotone voice, he’s the founder and now his son currently leads the army. The thing is, Dabi does know but for other reasons. His father was a hero after all.

Shigaraki orders Dabi to keep watch over Hawks. Sure, Dabi has his suspicions too, but he couldn’t differentiate if it’s the hostility he feels after he learns Hawks’ friendly relationship with Endeavor or for the fact that several missions had been deemed as errors because of the red-winged man’s mistakes.

Though, his stress dissipates when he comes home to you. It didn’t take a lot of time for Touya to get accustomed to your apartment. He’s used to living in shitty places, the League had been -and still is- living in one for months.

Fortunately, your landlord never comes around. You think it’s because of Touya’s intimidating presence but it stretches farther than that. Farther into the territory of what makes Touya into the fearful villain he is. But, you didn’t have to know that. Touya deliberates. You were stressed enough as it is.

Sometimes you’re not even home, late shift reminders overtaking your flimsy calendar. On those days, when you return, you’re so tired that Touya has to undress and bathe you himself. It’s never a toll, he enjoys listening to your barely decipherable recaps of your day, ones that sometimes turn into angry speeches of frustration that he’s sure to soothe with soft kisses to your pursed lips.

“Touya,” you whisper. Head in the crook of his neck while he lathers your body with body wash. Your head’s cloudy, exhaustion taking its home in your body.

“Mhmm.”

“Love you, like.. a lot.” The words bleed together with little to no pauses. It’s so slurred that Touya has to mull over it.

When he finally separates them in his head, he pauses. Eyes going wide as the grip on the pink loofah loosens.

Those words had never been emitted between you two. They were the three forbidden syllables that hung still, frozen in mid-air. It should’ve been easy to say. So easy to confess if push ever came to shove and the tides of adoration ever became too much to bear.

Despite that - in Touya’s head, his sole belief was that he was a package of damaged goods. What solace could you find if he ever told you that he loved you? Would it bring you happiness- fear?

Months had passed between the two of you, the light of winter and spring passing with intertwined hands. But what if- what if- you didn’t love Touya as much as he thought? What if you stayed by his side because you took pity on him? Took pity on a man who had no efficiency, no worth, no value, and used it to your heart’s content to mend yourself together.

Unbeknownst to him, those thoughts had run aimlessly across your mind as well. Both of you were damaged goods. Both of you unfamiliar with the thrum of the common melody.

When you feel his movements halt, a part of you feels victorious.

Oh, how lucky you were for being high on delirium. This was a chance pulled out of luck’s pocket.

“Don’t gotta say it, I see it.” He lowers his gaze to see you staring intensely at his chest. Which no doubt encases an organ that beats wildly because of your words. For the first time in a long time, he grows embarrassed. A streak of red blossoms from under his scarred cheeks as he chooses to hide his head in your neck, inhaling the strong citrusy scent of your body wash.

Hesitantly, you brush your fingers across the expanse of his back. Careful to avoid rough skin. Hoping that with your touch, you can convey a message of understanding.

I love you Touya and I know you love me.

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On a week that you’re finally off from work, you choose to spend it with Touya. He‘s barely out anyways. When you ask him why he’s never out doing villainy things. He answers with, “to spend time with you, princess.” A chortle at the end of his sentence when he sees you duck your head in embarrassment.

“Wanna go dress shopping with me tomorrow?” You ask, taking a handful of potato chips in your palm, focus still on your tv show -which Touya believes is the most boring thing he’s ever come across.

He turns to glance at you, eyebrows knitted as he contemplates.

He knows he shouldn’t, situations where his identity might be discovered, wouldn’t be good for the both of you.

And if Tomura were to find out…. the possibilities were too endless and Touya would keel over before he put your life in jeopardy.

But he still says yes- he’s never actually seen you wear a dress, he tells you. A subtle smile adorning his lips when he sees yours. He doesn’t ask why you want to buy a dress all of a sudden but he doesn’t mind.

The next day, you dress him up in a big burly coat that you had found at a thrift store years ago. Touya scrunches up his nose in disdain as you pull it up to cover his purple-hued scars, the fabric smelling oddly like sulfur. If it weren’t for the way you seemed so focused on hiding his identity he would’ve discarded the clothing a long time ago. He thinks the last straw is when you plop a pair of dark sunglasses on his nose.

“Don’t look at me like that!” you fuss. “I tried my best.”

“Was your best option really a combination of coat and sunglasses?” He exasperates, voice coming out muffled.

“What... I can’t hear you?” You cup the back of your ear, feigning curiosity.

He rolls his eyes at your comment. “Whatever, let’s go.”

You grab your silver coat from your rack and walk outside, both of you making it to your beat-down Honda. As Touya shuffles in the passenger seat you can’t help but giggle at his uncomfortable posture, they turn louder when he turns to glare at you but fails miserably, his intimidating face shrouded by the coat and glasses.

When you enter the boutique a small ding of a bell hits your ear. You smile in victory once you realize the vacancy. A short lady with gray hair waddles towards you and Touya. “Well, hello there!” She exclaims her soft voice matching with the appearance of her shop. Sweet and adorable. “What are you two looking for today.” She walks closer to you two, her motherly aura shrouding you in contentment.

“Well… I’m not entirely too sure,” you say, clasping your hands behind your back. “But something blue and flowy.” You hum.

“Blue and flowy, you say?” She turns. “Follow me.”

You turn to glance at Touya, whose attention is already on you. You grab his hand and follow behind. She leads you to a wide room, the smell of laundry detergent filtering through the air. Your eyes widen once you see the rows of dresses adorned in plastic.

“These are all my babies.” She waves and turns to you with an expectant look, eyes crinkling as she gives you a warm smile.

“They’re real pretty, aren't they?” You nod. “Well, the dressing rooms are back there.” She points to the far right. “If you need anything just come to me, I’ll be at the front desk.”

You walk towards the small corridor of dressing rooms and pick the first one you see. Pushing Touya into the stall, you place your hands on your hip after clicking the door shut. He takes his sunglasses off and shoots you a quizzical look.

“Show me your flames,” you breathe out, palms growing clammy as nervousness starts to set in.

You wring your hands as you watch his adam's apple bob, his stare turning hard. “No.”

You cross your arms and plead. “Please Touya, I wanna find a dress that matches your flames. They’re probably really pretty… don’t know why you won’t show me.” Your voice trails off.

He had an idea that this would happen sooner or later. There were times where you did see his flames but those were accidents. He always made sure to quickly extinguish them when he caught your peering eyes.

His chest floods with guilt once he sees your disappointed expression. He didn’t think his flames were pretty. He’d melted too many flays of flesh to count. The last thing he wanted to do was show you the bright-tinged spirit responsible for his grave sins.

But one dilemma Touya has is that he can’t ever seem to jump over the weak spot he has for you. So, he gives a meek - fine.

He watches your features light up with glee, only hoping that you wouldn’t regret asking him for this. “Can I take the coat off, first?” You hum, scrambling to do it for him. Revealing his plain white tee and his dark black jeans.

“Step back for me,” he whispers, gnawing at the bottom of his scarred lip. He opens the palm of his hand- to first, show a tiny blue flame that sways languidly. Progressively, he increases the flame until it engulfs his hand and upper wrist. When he looks up from his palm to your face, he’s surprised to see that your eyes aren't menacingly calculating or searching for release from fear. Instead, you look on in astonishment.

He sees the reflection of his flames in your eyes and from that circled mirror, a tiny nibble of his conscience starts to ebb with pride of his quirk.

After gushing about how pretty his flames look, you commit the color to memory. Dashing out of the stall to search for a dress, humming a tune when you envision his reaction to seeing you in such a nice, quaint dress on such a special day.

He perks up once you unlock the door, expecting you to change and show him what you’ve found. But instead, he’s met with your smiling face and what seems to be a dress -shrouded in a velvet coverup. “Don’t look so disappointed.” You wag your finger in front of his face. “You’ll see it soon.”

When December rolls by with chilly air as company, you start to see Touya less and less. He never does tell you what exactly it is he does while out doing villain work. Though, he did tell you that his absences would occur more and more since he and his league were working hard to take down a villain organization.

Your eyebrows had furrowed at that. “I thought villains were supposed to band together,” you asked, head resting on his thigh as you stared up at his face. “Not ones with different philosophies,” he had said, hand suspiciously inching closer and closer to your chest. You hummed, still confused.

It might sound naive, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Hero society didn’t interest you. You couldn’t say villains did either but Touya was one. One of the bigshots.

Once, when you’d seen him on the little tv in the corner of your break room, it took a lot in you to not crack a smile. Though the idea of bringing chaos into the world with wide arms made your nerves rack with trepidation, you had Touya, and that seemed like enough.

Fortunately, Touya not being home was a benefit to your plan. You’d already scheduled your days off for work and booked the reservations for the fancy restaurant that was at least an hour’s drive from your apartment building. It was hard work, but for Touya’s birthday, it was all worth it.

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Shigaraki Tomura does not like to be lied to.

If he had written commandments for the people he came across, that would be his first line, golden engraved. It’s an unexplainable feeling he gets. If he could, he’d describe it as an itchy, hot coil that warps across his skin. It’s not painful, it’s simply annoying. And he feels it nearly every day. The scars that mar his neck being a result of it.

Why does the world have to be riddled with so many liars?

Dabi’s a liar, he knows that much. Hawks, that red-winged hero may be one too, but he’d deal with that when things finally came into play.

Now, he focuses on the man Dabi truly is. Villains lie. Shigaraki knows this, he’s a villain too. But- he tells the truth when it comes to his goals.

He tells the truth with what he wants.

What he wants LOV to bring.

What he wants society to flood with.

So why couldn’t Touya Todoroki do the same?

Shigaraki Tomura’s smart and Dabi is a fool to not see this. Who came up with the plans? The missions? The very concept of LOV? Sure, AFO had shaped him into who he was today but he was the same man locked in Tartarus, not Tomura.

When Tomura finds the roots of Dabi’s lies through Kurogiri’s peering eyes. It takes an hour of pleading for the ghastly man to convince Tomura not to find Dabi and disintegrate him into a fine pile of dust.

“Why should I!” Tomura shouts, his ruby eyes glaring into Kurogiri’s yellow ones. “He lied to me.” Shigaraki spits out the word so hastily and it’s as if saying the word itself was a sin of its own. Kurogiri nods, silently transmitting his words of understanding, not wanting to raise his temper even higher.

“But Dabi’s an important member of the League, Tomura.” Kurogiri coaxes. “In a week or so, we’ll be off to fight with M.L.A. If anything give him a warning, a threat. Just don’t kill the boy.” Shigaraki takes a second to glare at Kurogiri but eventually, his shoulders sag with defeat.

Even though Dabi had committed the gravest sin, he’d show mercy.

Begrudgingly, he grabs the cup of orange juice from Kurogiri’s hand, his thoughts flying at a fast pace, anger refusing to subside. All until his thinking cogs get stuck on one idea, one thought.

The thought crawls out from his mind and paints his expression with one of sickening glee. His smile so wide, that rivulets of blood dribble down from his cracked lips. His tongue darts out to lap up the tangy liquid as he gets high on this idea, on this revelation.

Shigaraki Tomura needs Dabi but Shigaraki Tomura does not need you.

Tomura knows everything about you, your background, your parents, the countless homes you had to reside in, where you live as of now- where you and Dabi live as of now. Where you work and what exactly you’re planning to do on the 15th day of December. It’s terrifyingly easy to uncover reservation logs.

You’re a pretty woman, Tomura could admit that. But you were a stain in his perfect, webbed canvas of the future. Those countless months where he had expected Dabi to be his righteous subordinate and listen to his demands were spent with you. Cooped up at your run-down apartment doing god knows what.

Tomura’s teeth grit as he digs into the flesh of his neck, specks of blood underneath his fingernails while he fervently scratches the already scabbed skin. Kurogiri glances over at him, seemingly reading his mind.

“I’m leaving.” Shigaraki swipes up from his dusty seat. Oh, how he missed the elegance of his LOV’s old hideout.

“Don’t forget AFO’s orders concerning Gigantomachia.”

Tomura blinks once, twice. “That thing has way too much HP.” He breathes out.

“For now, I need to do something else.” He whispers, bringing his embalmed hand to rest on his face.

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Whenever Touya thought of coincidences he thought of the word luck. It was a coincidence that Touya had been at the same bar as you, a coincidence that because of your lack of care for hero society that you’d glossed over the fact that he was a villain. But as Touya stood in your empty apartment, bloody and bruised from his prior fight, his connotation of coincidences slowly turned sour. A bitter taste sat on his tastebuds as he read over your note.

Happy Birthday Touya, my love.

meet me at the Burqoues Restaurant!

Take an uber…. I don’t have any money for one

(using it on the restaurant money)

so I’ll just take my car.

p.s. you’ll get to see my dress.

It was a coincidence that the day he told you was his birthday was the very day the League of Villians had merged with the Meta Liberation Army. Touya didn’t know what this grappling hook of fear was, but as he saw that your Honda was still idly parked in that weird angle you always had a habit of doing -it came to take its hold around his neck.

Maybe you’d actually found a couple of bucks and took an uber instead. Right?

You were probably in the restaurant, ordering that expensive champagne you really wanted to try. Ready to show that pretty, wide smile you always gave Touya when you saw him.

Right?

Touya couldn’t think- couldn’t breathe as he sped down the street. His grip on the wheel was so tight that his staples were close to popping. The loud ringing in his ears drowned out the persistent honking of cars that he nearly collided with.

What should’ve taken an hour took a measly twenty minutes. Without a second thought, Touya was already out of the car.

Upon entering, he received perturbed glances. He didn’t blame them, his clothes were bloodied, several staples unhinged from the skin.

“S-sir?” a tiny voice squeaked. He glanced at the receptionist desk, the bright chandeliers illuminating her meek stare that looked borderline terrified. He probably looked like a villain.

“D-do you have a reservation.”

“Yes.” He answered gruffly, head craning to see if he could catch sight of you.

“Your name please.”

“Touya.” He gritted, eyes focusing back on the receptionist who didn’t seem to believe him. She ducked her head to check, eyes scanning frantically.

“Oh, yes!” She smiled, it was too wide to be real but, frankly, Touya didn’t care. All he needed to know was that you were here.

“Table 15.” She pointed. “You won’t miss it.”

Touya didn’t bother to reply, legs already scrambling towards what he hoped would be you. Ignoring the stares that followed behind him.

Table 12

Table 13

Table 14

Table 15-

Touya's heart nearly stops, vision tinging with black as his knees nearly crumble beneath him.

You weren’t there.

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When Touya returned to the now, Paranormal Liberation Army hideout, Shigaraki had given him a smile so sweet that it had caused Touya's blood to run cold.

However, Touya did not pry, choosing to ignore the guilty glances the rest of the league sent his way. And he hated himself for it, hated the coward he'd grown to be in such a short period of time.

Later on that night, he returned to your desolate apartment, choosing to take a cigarette from your half- empty pack.

Yes, Touya despised cigarettes but at that moment they'd never tasted so sweet. His lungs didn't itch, he didn't feel abyssal. He just felt— soothed. As he took several drags, Touya silently pleaded for the nicotine to somehow make every fiber of his being believe that you had decided to finally leave.

That you had finally realized that a villain like him was no good and would only put your life at risk.

However, his façade had cracked when he'd found multiple files on your desolate laptop, drafts of your story in the making. The first page dedicated to your love for giving you the motivation to publish your first ever book.

And at that moment, for the first time in his godforsaken life, Touya wished he could cry. To show you, somehow that he was grateful for everything you had given him. That he was thankful and sorry for letting his mirror that reflected thousands of moments with you -your arms cradling him, him cradling you- shatter into fractured pieces.

As Touya Todoroki sat on a velvet sofa, arms wide and camera ready, a piece of his brain fabricated the image of you next to him --adorned in a sapphire blue dress, showing him that pretty, pretty smile that he’d grown to love, he told you —and told the world the story he never had the chance to.

To simply, atone.

#dabi x reader #dabi angst #dabi fluff #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha angst

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chasseuses · 4 years

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reasons why i love jade leech pt.2

so i guess I'm doing this again.

this is more of a repeat of everything I said in part one but with more sobbing and coherent words.

Jade Leech, Octavinelle's vice dorm leader and the twin brother of Floyd. Many might say that Jade is better than Floyd, although that may seem true to people who don't know him well enough, some people were smart enough to know that Jade was just as bad.

Despite being so fucking shady and nasty, I couldn't help but slowly learn how to love his character. His shadiness is only a part of his charm ❤️ I mean— don't you want that? Don't you just want to look at him and wonder what the fuck is going through his mind right now?

He could be either plotting murder or thinking about tonight's dinner and I would still find his shady expression 🥺 oddly attractive to say the least. I'm being weirdly serious here and typing in lowercase so in a few bullets, expect me to go feral once again.

His eyes are gorgeous. I don't know about you but I get mesmerized everytime I look at them, I swear I could drown in them and never want air ever again. His mismatched eyes,, absolutely beautiful sir please shock my heart eheheh 👉👈 haha jk !!! he doesn't have to use his unique magic to shock my heart bfjfkfjfkfjkffk

His smile is breathtaking, my sun— my light in this dark world of mine. Even if his smile is practiced and insincere, I can't help but go crazy over it. Imagine if he smiled genuinely, no restraints at all as he let out a hearty laugh and a genuine smile took over his expression. I would cry on the spot, I am cryimyfjrkfjkffk.

GOF HELP ME I CAN'T TYPE IN LOWERCASE ANYMORE IM GOING IN CAPSLOCK!!!

I HATE HOW JADE CAN GO FROM HIS USUAL GENTLEMANLY FACE EXPRESSION BUT SUDDENLY SHOOTS YOU A FUCKING SMUG GRIN WHICH SHOWS OFF HIS SHARP TEETH AND SAYS HIS USUAL "Fufu~" LINE LIKE PLEASE 🗿 SHUT THE FUCK UP DON'T SMILE LIKE THAT!!

SPEAKING OF TEETH, MAN I REALLY AM CURIOUS AS TO HOW SHARP THEY ARE. A PART OF ME WANTS TO SHOVE MY HAND INTO HIS MOUTH AND JUST TOUCH THOSE TEETH AND SEE HOW SHARP THEY ARE 🤡 haha imagine if he suddenly bit down tho hahshhhshsdrijfrknfkrgntknffknflfnflffnkfnfkjfkdjfofjddlifjf ok I'll shut up.

I don't think I mentioned it here (i already did) but I am telling you that the idea of someone as composed and reserved as Jade starts pining, IT'S GUARANTEED TO BE SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE 🗿 OH GOD THE THOUGHT OF JADE PINING?? ABSOLUTELY *CHEFS KISS* MAN THAT IS SOME GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE IF YOU SEE ANY PINING JADE PLEASE TAG ME I WILL START CRYIMG

Oh my god. Have I told you how beautiful Jade's lips are? Please please please please look at them they look so nice ahahahha so irresistible and kissable UEEEEEEEEEE

The way his lips are like that 🗿his fucking smile/smirk. GOD GIEV EME THE ABILITY TO KITH THIS MAN JUST ONCE PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I'M FUCKING CRYING.

Oh my gOD THE WAY HE LOOKS AT MUSHROOMS... THE SOFTEST GAZE... SOMEONE LIKE HE... IS CAPABLE OF HAVING SUCH A SOFT EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE.... PLEASE I WANT TO BE A MUSHROOM IF IT MEANT BEING LOOKED AT BY JADE LIKE THAT.

HE COULD FUCKING SPIT ON ME AND I'D THANK HIM.

I'm ashamed to admit that the earliest reason why I liked Jade Leech was because of his hands. Please forgive me, Lilia-sama. I cannot help but get attracted to such beautiful hands- it was if it was sculpted by the god of sculpting himself! It's such a shame that his gloves cover up its blinding beauty- though my eyes can see through the deceit, I know that his fingers are glorious beneath that piece of cloth. My one and only wish in life is to be able to hold his hand- without the gloves, and that's all for my confession.

^^^^^ I FOUND THAT IN MY DRAFTS

I'M SORRY BUT I JUST REALLY LIKE HIS HANDS OK. LIKE 😳 haha...!! what if we held hands,, without the gloves 😳 haha jk...! unless ...?9£4(_8 UE UE UE UE UE MR. LEECH LET ME HOLD YOUR HAND PLEASE I'M GONNA BEG

UEEEEEEEE I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING YOU WHEN I SAY I WROTE SO MUCH LETTERS FOR THIS EEL I WISH I WAS KIDDING I HAVE LIKE 12 RIGHT NOW GOD I'M SUCH A FUCKING SIMP

st a rts sobbing

pouting jade.

WHAT THE FUCKBSJDJDJJ??£?£(_(3(_((_(£(£+£; WHY IS HE SO CUTE INT HSI SCREENSHOT WHAT THE FUCK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH PLEASE THE WAY YOU'RE POUTING RIGHT NOW IS SO CUTE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME SQUEEZE YOU.

I'm fucking crying why the fuck is he so cute gof forbid this man from being so fuvking cute i cannot.

People be telling me: cute?? jade is terrifying.

and I go like: that's cute.

UE UE UE EU UEHFHRJFJJDJF HAVE U GUYS HEARD OF WHAT HE DOES TO PEOPLE HE BETRAY HIM???? I LITERALLY WENT 😳 "ahahahh mr leech i will personally betray you just to make you do that to me" you know. like a simp.

U know what I'm going back to lowercase

His extreme love for mushrooms is probably his comic relief so it doesn't completely make him seem like a shady bitch in the game- it's a surprise as to how cute and vulnerable he can get when he talks about or does something related to his precious fungi. It even goes as far as to make him completely lose his sense of surroundings, which is really rare for someone as observant as him- and usually dangerous sjfbjdbf. It's also EXTREMELY CUTE as to how they made Jade someone who really likes mountains- he even goes as far as to found his own club to appreciate them!!

He has pretty deft hands, being able to create a terrarium and care for it as a hobby is applaudable- not everyone has the ability to do just that, you'd have to be able to be extremely precise and careful, and add a little bit of extreme determination to the mix. He would probably smell like mud from all the time he spends in the greenhouse, and stays up late because of creating terrariums. It shows us that he isn't completely a shitty eel who collects dirt on people as his job and I think that's pretty fucking cute not gonna lie!

There was one voice line of him mentioning that he likes gazing at stars, which was completely unexpected for me! He didn't seem like the type to gaze up at the stars and just- watch! Though I expect him to be always alone whenever he does that- he isn't exactly the most approachable person in NRC, people tend to avoid the Leech twins because of Floyd- mostly. People are just scared of them and I don't think Jade has any friends aside from Azul and Floyd. And I don't think either of them would be willing to stay with him to do just that, Floyd's excuse would be because "it's boring~!" and Azul's would be "I have much more important things to do." And I think that's pretty fucking sad.

God please send me to their world I will watch the stars with him please i love him so much I'm—

BACK TO CAPSLOCK FJDJJEKFJKDJFKRNDKDJFKDFLDJRLFNFLDNFLDFNDLNDLDNFLFOFKDLDKDLDKDK

Look. No amount of words can actually describe my feelings for Jade Leech no words can do my love justice UE UE UE UE which is why I do the second best thing— keysmash.

Please please please I could give him the whole world and it wouldn't do my love for him justice 🗿 UE UE UE UEJFBRKFBTKNFRKFBFKFHJFHFDKHFKDBFKDHFKRBFRKBFRKBRKFBFKFNFKFJFKFJDKFK

I also uh, want him to step on me! Y',)!92+_)£_+ Y'know... He would stomp on my back and dig his heel into my back and probably hurl insults towards me 😳 man. I'd be hIS FUCKING DOORMAT IN A HEARTBEAT.

Omg this is getting long

The first part was much more 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 but I still do this anyways.

Anyways. Please stan Jade Leech I love him so much 💕

i would've included my brainrot but ppl would just go 🗿 "taku you really are a jade simp huh" and NO I DON'T WANT THATTTTTTTTT

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst meme #disney #octavinelle #admin simps #why i love jade leech #jade leech #twst jade #twisted wonderland jade #jade appreciation post

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imo-chan-imagines · 4 years

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『 As your boyfriend | FKBU Headcanons 』

Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, strong sexual references, fluff, angst, Haru's PTSD, headcanons, daddy kink and cockwarming (kind of?) for Daisuke, breeding kink for Haru *coughing intensifies*

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Felt like writing some more for these boys because ~holy shit~ do I love them, and I maybe went a teensy bit overboard. Oopsie! 🤭 But anyway, have y'all seen episode 6?! Let's freaking gooo! (No spoilers, don't worry) Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Imo~

Kambe Daisuke

First up: daddy kink. I know it, you know it, we all know it. So let's not beat about the bush

Quite dominant and firm with you (see: daddy kink)

But he absolutely loves spoiling you

Expensive gifts, like one-of-a-kind necklaces, seductive perfumes, satin dresses, lace underwear, etc.

He loves dressing you up and showing you off

But he also loves spoiling you in bed more like ruining, I am deceased

A lot of butt grabbing in public hnng

He likes it when you don't wear any underwear because it makes for easier quickies like bent over the sink in the bathroom at his favourite club

He likes you sitting on his lap in front of people, too aye papi

American gangster vibes, honestly

He's not really one for soppy, romantic PDA, but he loves you letting people know that it's him you want and nobody else

He loves the look on people's faces when you call him 'daddy' that grin will be the death of me

Especially the look on Haru's face, lmao. He blushed like a tomato and couldn't speak a coherent sentence for a whole hour

Hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. And don't even think about covering them up

Daisuke loves sleeping naked and has a habit of walking around the house in just a towel when he gets out the shower fight me

He's also completely oblivious to what it does to you

A MASSIVE bed with super soft, satiny sheets. They feel like clouds uwu

He gets HEUSC to remind him of important dates, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

Date Ideas: Unlimited sorry, not sorry

From fancy restaurants, to exclusive movie premieres, to late night helicopter rides to the other side of the country, Daisuke can and will pay for anything if it makes you happy

He also lets you introduce him to lots of new things, like trying different kinds of street food on dates, going rowing on the pond in the park, having a go at karaoke, renting bikes and cycling round the city, going hiking at the nearest nature reserve or wilderness, etc. adorable

He's like a curious kitten when he's trying new things, putting a lot of trust in you to guide him through it

He always looks perfect in the photos you snap, even the ones he wasn't aware you were taking, and it's a lowkey frustrating that he nearly always looks prettier than you

But it's not his fault, so you'll only pout for a little while

His face is pretty hard to read most of the time, but you eventually get used to it and pick up on all his little mood indicators

His ears move when he's happy, and you can't convince me otherwise

He'll hold your heels for you when your feet hurt on a night out

He smells of leather and sandalwood, and his kisses taste of expensive whisky and cigars

He loves it when you bite his lower lip while making out

He's kind of possessive, but in a protective way

He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, until one night he came back to the bar and saw some other guy hitting on you the attention was definitely unwanted on your side

It made his blood boil – clenched fists, piercing glare if looks could kill

But he managed to stay calm and maturely tell the guy to get lost, with his arm snaking round your waist

Daisuke made it very clear that it wasn't you he didn't trust. It was that he didn't trust that guy – or any guy, for that matter

His favourite ~position~ is on a table or other surface with your legs over his shoulders

He's a god at eating you out

He's a god at everything in the bedroom, tbh

Saint Laurent condoms, because he's that fucking extra I'm screaming

His hair always falls out of place when you're fucking it's so hot and cute, wtf

It's a lot of glitz and glamour on the surface, but when it's just the two of you, you know just how much you mean to him

The King of Aftercare™

He used to suck at aftercare until he properly tried it. Then he realised that he needed it as much as you did le cry

Back rubs, forehead kisses, playing with your hair, soft whispers in your ear

He holds you so tightly that it gets hard to breathe, and you can feel his heart beating hard against your back

Sometimes he likes to just stay inside you after finishing

He enjoys the feeling of you around him, and honestly, you like just feeling him being inside you cockwarming, kind of?

Soft little nuzzles with his nose in his sleep even better when he's fallen asleep while still inside you

He's not perfect, but being with you makes him try to be better

Help, my heart's so full 🤧

Kato Haru

This man is a sweetie pie, honestly

Not just boyfriend material, but husband material put a ring on it, hun

Lots of home cooking, and it all tastes so good you honestly believe he could just quit being a cop and open up a restaurant

He loves cooking with you, too. It's fun bonding time

Sometimes he stands behind you and guides your hands etc. it sometimes goes a little further, if ya know what I'm saying 👀

Knows how to do all the chores and housework, and actually does his share look at my practical hubby

Random pillow fights that turn into cuddle sessions

He talks in his sleep waaahh, so cute

Sometimes it's utter nonsense, like 'Don't let the donuts escape'

Other times, it's things like, 'I love Y/N so much,' or 'Let's have babies,' while he's holding onto you, and you just melt

Spooning. So much spooning

Lots of budget date ideas, like building pillow forts, watching sunsets and stargazing from the balcony, going for hikes and runs together, going for picnics, feeding ducks at the pond, etc.

One time, a duck chased him around the pond because he had the bread, and he had to run for 20 minutes before it gave up thank God for all that cardio

The Master of Flat Pack Furniture™ – because he takes his time and actually reads the instructions

Daisuke had a ™ so Haru needed one too

Takes good care of you on your period and actually knows about different sanitary products

He smells really fresh and clean, like Imperial Leather soap and air-dried laundry as long as he hasn't been on a stakeout, lmao

He loves taking showers with you, but like, actual showers

The first and only time you had shower sex was hot and steamy until:

1. You realised that water does not a good lube make and 2. He slipped and accidentally shoved his dick in your ass instead

You fully passed out, and he was so frantic that he bundled you into the car and drove you straight to the ER you were in just a towel, might I add

You both look back on it now and laugh, but he was genuinely scared

Shower sex = never again

But he loves it when you straddle his lap and start grinding on him bonus points if you kiss his neck and run your hands through his hair

He's a pretty vanilla boy when it comes to sex, preferring positions like missionary and cowgirl, and liking a fairly even balance of power

He got super embarrassed and flustered when he finally mustered up the courage to suggest having car sex

And then even more embarrassed and flustered when you actually ended up doing it

He was blushing so hard the entire time and came really quickly, which only added to his embarrassment but you thought it was cute

He has really sensitive nipples which you use to your advantage

He absolutely loves hates it when you send him nudes or try and sext him while he's at work, because he gets a massive boner and will either have to live with it and probably get laughed at by those goobs in the office, or deal with it in the bathroom, which feels wrong to him on so many levels

Doesn't really stop you sending them though, because whenever you do, he comes home and fucks you really well

One thing that's not vanilla about him is how much he likes cumming inside you breeding kink, welcome to the party. Please take a seat

He didn't tell you about it for the longest time because he was embarrassed about it and was afraid you'd think it was gross or something please cum in me, sir

He was so relieved when you were understanding about it and open to the idea of indulging him

But he genuinely really wants kids some day he'd be a great dad

His PTSD doesn't stop him being a good boyfriend, but he's convinced that it does

Most days he seems okay, like he's over it, even

But sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night and find him curled up in the bath, shaking and crying into his knees my poor baby, I can't

Excuse me while I go and cry into my pillow for a while

You're his safety net

When he feels like he's drowning, you keep his head above the water until the waves eventually calm and recede, and he can breathe again

He hates putting so much on your shoulders

But you swear to him that you wouldn't want to be doing anything else, and that you're not going anywhere

This got so angsty, my heart can't take this 😭

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