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kissami · 1 year

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☄︎. *. ⋆ PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME SO ALONE •°. *࿐

➵ in which cloud needed a reality check before it’s too late.

➵fem!reader with she/her pronouns!

➵ warnings: OOC cloud ??? jealously, mentions of aerith and zack, NOT PROOF READ BECAUSE IM LAZY LOL

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Cloud never felt such confusion and heartache until this very moment that he was sitting in Seventh Heaven, drinking to his heart content.

Why did she leave me so alone?

He felt his hand itch towards his pocket, his phone that had her picture as his lock screen that he remembered taking when the two left Midgard for a small trip to watch the stars for the first time, had showed no notifications from anyone.

I miss her.

He thought as he chugged down the last remaining sips of his drink. He looked up, making eye contact with Tifa, his eyes pleading for another.

“I’m cutting you off tonight, Cloud. I can’t stand seeing you mope around like this anymore. You need to talk to her.”

He wanted to stubbornly say no and say he would do it later, that he just wanted to relax and drink to really think of what to do, but he knew she deserved better.

A better explanation, a better boyfriend even. But he was selfish. He was so selfish to leave the way he did and still wanting her back in his arms right after.

“I…I can’t…she hates me.” He whispered, playing with the red string on his arm as it seemed rather interesting now that his best friend had her attention on him.

“You know [Y/N] better than all of us, Cloud. You know she would never hate you no matter what you do. Bless that girls heart because she has more patience than anyone I’ve known.”

Cloud knew she was right, tifa always was as annoying as it was.

But yet, he still felt embarrassed, insecure, and scared that if he went back home, this would be it, that this was the end of the two.

“[Y/N] told me what you did. You’re a mean loser who deserves to sleep on the streets tonight.” Yuffie huffed as she juggled around three materia orbs in her small hands.

“I didn’t mean it.” He tried to explain, but his friends glances were all he needed to know to really fix things up before everything became worse.

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t meet you so soon after her.”

He felt his chest ache and his eyes burn as he remembered those veil words escape his mouth earlier that day.

The two were arguing about god knows what, it was a pointless argument but you were so head on to stay talking about the situation instead of walking away like he would do, you really wanted to resolve this.

But he wouldn’t listen and you felt like you were talking to a brick wall.

You rather a brick wall than having to hear that sentence leave his lips.

You rather not ever hear a response from him again than ever feel the way you did the moment he yelled at you the way he did.

“For what it’s worth, Cloud. Y/N, truly loves you. Nothing would ever make her hate you, no matter how much sometimes we wish she did…maybe there would be someone who would truly love and appreciate her kindness.” Tifa bit her lip at Reno’s sincere words, everyone knew he what he said was honest from his heart.

Cloud knew it as well, which made him clench his jaw even harder.

Yuffie groaned, glaring at the red head as he shrugged, but everyone knew why he was pushing Cloud this way.

‘Just a little closer to the edge and he’ll jump.’

“I wonder how Zack would react with you crushing not only on his dead girlfriend, but being so hung up on her that you’re abandoning your own. I’d be embarrassed to even be mentioned in the same sentence if I were him.”

“You bastard!” Tifa made a small squeak as all the drinks on the bar were splashed away, a frail body now taking their places as the blond held a deathly grip on the turk’s neck.

“Cloud!” Everyone yelled, trying to get his steel grip on Reno off, but he wasn’t giving up just yet.

“Hurts doesn’t it? Words cloud, words hurt.” The two stared at each other, trying to beat the other from the harsh glares the two were piercing one another with. Usually Reno would back off rather quickly, joking around how serious Cloud looked.

But cloud was the one to look away this time. No words came from him as he picked up his buster sword, ignoring everyone’s concerned looks as he walked out of Seventh Heaven and into the cold night.

He grimaced as he saw his apartment that he lived with his girlfriend up ahead. No lights shinning like they usually would, the curtains drawn and no noises were heard. You could hear a pen drop from how quiet it was.

That scared him.

Cloud quickly unlocked the door, frowning as it already was unlocked when he knew [Y/N] and how she’d always lock the door after she came in or out, paranoid of the possibilities that could happen.

He almost lost his balance as he saw all of her clothes thrown all over the place, her shoes in the mix as well.

He walked slowly, gripping his sword tightly and made his way to their shared room. He couldn’t think straight, scared something or someone had taken her away from him once again.

But he felt a sense of relief when he heard sobs and sniffles coming inside yet his heart was aching at the same time.

Knocking on the the door slowly, Cloud felt his heart beat going faster than usual, hearing the way it gotten quiet all of a sudden.

“Go away, asshole.”

Ignoring her words, Cloud opened the door gently, his eyes immediately falling on her form that was sitting next to the window, the moon looming over her as her crystal like tears illuminated in the moonlight.

She looked so pretty when she cries.

Cloud placed his things down, making his way over. He felt his hands begin to shake as he gently picked her up and placed her on his lap.

A tight yet soft grip was launched onto her waist when she tried getting up, but to no luck she was staying put.

“Please just listen to me, okay? I want to apologize to you, baby.” He placed his cheek onto hers, feeling the tears that streamed down her face onto his as he held her and he continued.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for saying such hurtful things. I’m so glad I met you when I did. I said that out of anger, out of frustration and you didn’t deserve that. It was so wrong of me.”

He felt his own tears brim his eyes as he spoke and felt her form pausing as she took everything in.

“What Aerith and I had…it’s over and done with. Even if she…even if she was alive right now, deep in my heart I know I’d still fall for you. I’d go through that pain all over again just to be able to see a glance of you for just a second even if it meant you’d never would’ve been mine. You make everything worth fighting for and I’m so sorry.”

No words were spoken for a good while, but Cloud cried as he felt her sob in his neck, wrapping her arms around him as she faced his front in the chair they both sat on.

“You’re such a jerk.”

“I know baby, I know I am.” He moved her hair out of the way as he looked deep in her eyes, taking every crevice on her pretty face that he would never get tired of looking at.

“I love you, so much. Please don’t hate me.” A soft chuckle escaped her mouth and her head shook in disagreement.

“I could never hate you, Cloud. No matter the circumstances I could and never will hate you.”

#cloud strife #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough #zack fair #cloud strife x reader #x reader #light angst #ff7 #cloud x reader #kissami #angst with a happy ending

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ultrone · 11 months

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I have an idea for a Jackie Taylor x f!reader one-shot

The plane is about to crash and Reader, thinking that she's going to die, confesses her feelings for Jackie. Reader obviously survives and starts ignoring Jackie because of what she confessed. One day Jackie finally snaps, her and Reader have a talk and they confess their feelings for each other

Thanks if you'll write it <3

𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗖 𖤣𖥧 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

wc. 2.7k

n/a. hope u like this <33

You groggily opened your eyes, feeling disturbed by the loud beeping of machines and screams around you. You felt something pressing against your face, and the moment you reached for it, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. The chill that ran through your veins made you open your eyes hastily, taking in the scene before you.

Everyone around you seemed to be either unconscious or screaming in panic. Coach Martinez was helping some of your teammates by putting breathing masks on their faces, trying to ensure their survival. The situation was terrifying… and that’s when it hit you – the plane was about to crash. Everything seemed to slow down, and the seriousness of the situation hit you hard. The turbulence grew stronger, causing overhead compartments to burst open and bags to fall out. The cabin lights flickered on and off, casting creepy shadows on the frightened faces of the passengers. The sound of metal creaking and groaning filled the air, intensifying the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

You turned to your left and saw Jackie, who was unconscious beside you, wearing her mask. Worried, you grabbed her shoulders and began shaking her like crazy, hoping to wake her up. "Jackie! Jackie! Wake up!" you exclaimed, desperately trying to rouse her from her slumber. It felt selfish to wake her up, as being asleep might have been better in this situation. You wished you hadn't woken up to witness this nightmare. But you were scared. You were really fucking scared, and you needed her.

"Y/n? Wha-" Jackie mumbled, gradually regaining her senses. “What the fuck? What the fuck's going on?!” she asked, her voice filled with confusion and fear, looking around at the chaotic scene unfolding around you with wide eyes.

"The plane’s gonna crash, Jackie," you said, your voice trembling with fear. "We're gonna fuckin’ die," you added, tears welling up in your eyes. You gripped her shoulders tightly, seeking some type of comfort.

Jackie sat there in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth half-open behind the mask. The cacophony of noises, objects falling, and flickering lights overwhelmed her, and you noticed her breathing becoming fast and shallow. It was a clear sign that she was starting to hyperventilate.

"Jackie," you gently shook her, but her eyes darted around, trying to take in the chaotic scene. "Jackie!" you raised your voice a little, catching her attention. She looked at you with a mixture of hope and despair in her gaze, as if looking for any signs that this was a sick prank.

As you looked out the window, you noticed the trees growing larger with each passing second. The crash was inevitable, and you knew time was running out. Turning back to Jackie, you felt the urgent need to express your feelings, even though the timing was far from ideal. The words spilled out of your mouth before you could even process them.

"I don't know if now is the right time to say this," you began, your voice filled with insecurity and desperation as Jackie locked eyes with you. "But I love you, Jackie," you blurted out. "And I don't mean it as just a friend. I mean it in an ‘I’m in love with you’ way. I never imagined it’d come out like this, and I never even considered telling you. But I couldn't bear the thought of dying without confessing my feelings," you rushed, feeling a huge weight lifted off your shoulders.

Jackie froze, her complexion as pale as a ghost, whether from the impending crash or the unexpected confession, you couldn't tell. She didn't utter a single word, and panic started to creep in.

Just as she was about to respond, a sudden jolt knocked the breath out of you, and everything faded to black.

It had been two weeks since the crash, and you hadn't uttered a single word to Jackie. Well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. You did talk to her a few times, mainly to make sure she was alright right after you woke up from the crash, and maybe a couple of times when you had to work on tasks together. But overall, you were avoiding her. The confession you made still hung in the air between you, unspoken but ever-present. The thought of Jackie knowing your true feelings kept you up at night, wondering if she remembered your confession or not. You felt suffocated by embarrassment, wishing you could disappear or vanish from existence.

Unfortunately for you, Jackie remembered everything. And she hated that you were avoiding her, but she also feared that if she brought it up, you would have to talk about it, and that scared her. She felt the same way, she was in love with you too. But even after your confession, she was afraid that maybe you didn't mean it. What if she only said it because she wasn’t thinking straight? Does she even remember what she said? I mean, duh, she’s ignoring me for a reason… But what if she regrets it and that’s why she’s avoiding me?? Wait… has she even kissed a girl before? What if she said that just because she didn’t wanna die without having her first gay kiss? She would obviously pick me out of all people if she wanted to have her first gay kiss, like, who wouldn’t? But, I mean, it’s not like we were gonna kiss while the plane was crash—

“Ew!” Jackie complained, rubbing her head after Shauna tossed a dirty sock at her.

The two girls were alone, washing some clothes by hand in the lake. Shauna had briefly left to hang up the clean ones, but when she returned, she noticed Jackie's frowning face. Jackie sat on a fallen tree trunk by the lake, going through the motions of the chore without much enthusiasm.

"Jackie, seriously, what's wrong?" Shauna asked, standing in front of her with her hands on her hips. “You’ve been quieter than usual lately, and you’re always painfully talkative,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood, though concern still lingered in her voice.

“Wow, thank you, Shipman,” Jackie chuckled, but her smile quickly faded as she fell back into her thoughts, vigorously scrubbing Lottie's shirt with the soap.

"This is about Y/n, isn't it?" Shauna asked, taking a seat beside Jackie.

Jackie abruptly stopped, "What? No," she replied defensively, sounding almost offended.

Shauna stared at her with a serious expression, clearly not buying it.

Jackie rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Ugh, fine," she conceded. "Yeah, it's about Y/n," she admitted, avoiding Shauna's gaze.

"I knew it," Shauna replied, her curiosity piqued. "So, what's going on between you two? Did you have a fight or something?"

"No, not at all," Jackie responded, visibly nervous. "It's just that..." she trailed off, unsure of how to continue. "There's something I need to tell you, Shauna," she finally managed to say.

"What is it?" Shauna asked, furrowing her eyebrows, sensing Jackie's unease.

Jackie shifted uncomfortably and looked away, as if feeling embarrassed about what she was about to say. "I like girls," she mumbled so softly that Shauna didn't catch it clearly.

"What?" Shauna asked, feeling confused.

This time, Jackie turned to face her directly. "I like girls," she repeated, speaking a bit louder to ensure Shauna heard her.

Shauna's eyebrows shot up in surprise, clearly caught off guard by Jackie's confession. "Oh, wow…" she uttered, taking a moment to process Jackie's words, who looked at her with a vulnerable expression, awaiting her response. “Jesus, Jackie. I mean, it's okay if you feel that way, I just never saw it coming," she said, trying to wrap her head around the situation.

“Well, there you have it,” Jackie replied nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

"But what about Jeff? Didn't he say 'I love you' the day before we left?" Shauna inquired.

"Yeah, but I didn't say it back," Jackie admitted, pausing for a moment. "Because-," she began, but Shauna interjected, already anticipating her answer. "Because you're in love with Y/n," Shauna finished her sentence.

Jackie remained silent, but her lack of response was enough for Shauna to confirm her suspicions.

"She confessed to me right before the plane crashed," Jackie revealed, causing Shauna's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise once again. "She thought we were going to die, so she told me that she was in love with me," Jackie explained. "Unfortunately for her, we didn't die," she chuckled. "But ever since we got here, she's been avoiding me."

Shauna chuckled in response. "She must be so embarrassed," she remarked, imagining the level of embarrassment you must be feeling. Confessing your feelings to your crush in such a situation and then turning out to be part of the small percentage of people who survived—it was like having the worst luck imaginable.

"Why don't you talk to her, though? I mean, you like her too, don't you?" Shauna inquired.

"I don't know," Jackie admitted. "I guess I'm just scared," she confessed.

"I understand, but hey, at least you know for sure that she likes you back, right? What's the worst that could happen?" Shauna tried to encourage her.

Jackie just shrugged, unsure of how to respond.

"Here," Shauna said, removing the necklace Jackie had given her before boarding the plane and placing it around Jackie's neck. "You're basically the best, remember?" she said, causing Jackie to smile. "Yeah," Jackie replied, embracing Shauna in a hug.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," Shauna reassured her, returning the hug and helping Jackie feel a bit more relaxed about the whole situation.

After a few seconds, Shauna broke the silence, "Now I understand why you wanted me to put on the boob dress back at that party," she said jokingly, raising her eyebrows with a smirk.

"Fuck off, Shipman," Jackie said, playfully pushing her away.

They both continued their chores until they finished and headed back to the cabin. Shauna joined Mari, who was starting a small bonfire to prepare dinner outside, while Jackie gathered the now dry clothes and went inside to put them away in the closet.

As soon as Jackie entered, she noticed you sitting at the table, sharpening the kitchen knives with a rock. You glanced up at her, acknowledging her presence, but then returned your focus to the task at hand. It was a stark contrast to how you used to greet her with a warm smile, and the memory saddened her.

"Hey," Jackie said, trying to get your attention as she walked towards the closet.

"Hey," you replied, not even bothering to look back at her.

Jackie let out a sigh as she began hanging up the clothing. Her conversation with Shauna had momentarily made her forget about how annoying your behavior had become. Not only were you avoiding her, but you were also being distant and cold towards her, which made her feel the need to punch some sense into you. Well, maybe not punch you, she could never. Lovingly slapping you seems more realistic.

After closing the closet door, she turned to face you.

"Dinner will be ready in twenty," Jackie informed you, even though you were probably already aware. She just wanted an excuse to hear you talk to her.

"Mhm," you responded, briefly glancing at her and raising your eyebrows in a knowing manner.

"Do you want to sit with Shauna and me?" Jackie suggested, offering a soft smile.

"'Kay," you replied nonchalantly, returning your focus to the rock you were skillfully sliding along the knife.

‘Mhm’?, 'k'? Is she being serious? Jackie thought to herself. If there was one thing Jackie hated with all her heart, it was when someone, including you, was dry at her, making her feel stupid and like a girl failure. If anything, she believed she should be the one who appears indifferent. She would prefer to kiss Randy than endure the sound of your casual "k" ever again.

With a sigh, barely audible enough for you to hear, she swallowed her pride and began walking towards the door, intending to leave. But just as she was about to turn the doorknob, she stopped abruptly, marched back to stand in front of you, and crossed her arms, waiting for you to look up at her.

It took you no more than five seconds to notice Jackie's obvious "angry" stance as she stared at you intently.

"Do you need something?" you asked, pausing your actions to give her your full attention.

"Yes, I do need something," Jackie replied, her tone filled with anger. "I need you to tell me what the hell is your problem," she said, her frustration evident. You simply stared back at her, showing no expression on your face.

"'Kay'? Are you serious, Y/n?" Jackie asked angrily. "I can tolerate your avoidant bullshit, but this is enough," she said. "I want you to tell me what the hell is going on. I want to know why you've been acting so distant and weird ever since we got here," she pleaded with desperation in her voice.

"I've just been stressed about the whole situation, that's all," you answered, trying to convince her. "It's nothing personal."

"Oh! I see," she chuckled sarcastically. "So, does your stress magically disappear when you're laughing and joking around with everyone else except me?" she questioned. "I'm not stupid, Y/n."

Before you could defend yourself, she brought up the topic that both of you had been trying to avoid. "This is because of what you said to me right before the plane crashed, isn't it?"

The moment those words escaped Jackie's lips, you froze. Your expression shifted from indifference to fear, and she could see it. "Yes, Y/n, I remember," Jackie confessed, almost as if she could read your thoughts. "So don't even try to lie your way out of this," she threatened.

Embarrassment washed over you, causing your cheeks to turn red. She had you right where she wanted you, and there was no escaping the conversation you had been hoping to avoid. You took a deep breath and looked down, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.

"I just... I don't know," you stuttered, trying to find the right words. "I guess I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, in case you remembered. That, along with the embarrassment I felt, made me think it was best to distance myself from you," you confessed, finally mustering the courage to look at her. "I never meant to hurt you, Jackie, and I'm sorry if I did. I was just scared… I still am."

"Wait, so you meant everything you said?" Jackie asked, seeking reassurance before opening up about her own feelings.

"Yeah, Jackie, I did," you admitted, your cheeks growing even redder as you awaited her response.

To your surprise, Jackie giggled at your blushing state.

"Why are you giggling?" you asked, taken aback by her unexpected reaction.

"You look so cute when you blush," she said, stepping closer and kneeling in front of you, bringing you almost face to face. With a tender touch, she gently held your cheeks, locking her gaze with yours.

"Can I kiss you?" she whispered, her breath brushing against your lips. Jackie had somehow regained her confidence, and she believed that the best way to convey her feelings was by showing you, by proving them to you. You were speechless, unable to respond, but when she saw that you didn't reject her question, she leaned in, pulling you into a soft and heartfelt kiss.

Her lips gently captured your bottom lip as she tenderly caressed your cheeks, and you felt an immediate sense of relaxation wash over you. You let out a deep exhale as you reciprocated the kiss, kissing her with just as much passion and tenderness. You definitely weren’t expecting this, but the sensation of her soft lips against yours dissolved all the doubts and worries you had, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the moment.

When you both eventually separated to catch your breath, you pressed your foreheads together, slowly regaining composure. Her hands glided from your cheeks to your shoulders as you locked eyes, both brimming with love.

"Don't ever 'k' me again, you asshole," Jackie playfully complained, refusing to let that slide.

You chuckled in response. "Understood," you replied, before pulling her into another gentle kiss. She wrapped her arms around your neck, drawing you closer.

#jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor x you #jackie taylor x y/n #jackie taylor oneshot #jackie taylor fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x y/n

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dragonrider9905 · 1 year

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Heart Made of Flesh

Hello @echos-girlfriend! I'm your Secret Santa for @cloneficgiftexchange! I really hope you enjoy it :) @ghostofskywalker, thank you for setting this up!

Anyone else who reads, I hope you enjoy it too! Reblogs and comments welcome :)

Warnings: Talk of insecurity, self depreciation, allusions (very light) to suggestive behavior, talk of blood and wounds

Summery: You and Echo are more similar than you let on. You have a mechanical arm but don’t want that to be the only reason he connects with you. You also just don’t know how to tell him how you feel. A mission gone wrong should fix that for you, right?

You bit your lip harder, unconsciously drawing blood. You didn’t mean to stare but they just wouldn’t stop.

And it was rather annoying.

You tried to keep your gaze on your glass, multiple times forcing your eyes down, your breathing even, minding your own business but that just wasn’t working.

You and the Batch had gone to Cid’s for drinks after a particularly long mission. You all were tired, hungry, dirty—and apparently a little testy. Or at least that is what your case was. Most of the boys sat at a table in the center of the floor while you opted for the counter. It was getting a little uncomfortable, so you thought the boys wouldn’t notice your shifting or rotating your ‘arm’ if you were a little distance away. They definitely weren’t noticing you with all those pretty girls flirting with them.

Not too long ago, (but too long in your opinion) a Torgrutan, two Twi'leks and two human women came into Cid’s bar, for what was uncertain. They spotted the table of fine young men and immediately started flirting. Even though the boys tried to brush them off, they didn’t leave. Well the boys could have tried harder, the sour thought emerged from the dark, bitter place in the corner of your mind. You couldn’t help it. You knew you were being unfair but…

“You don’t look too good.” Omega broke through the mud in your mind, concerned eyes searched your face. “Are you ok?”

That was the other reason you felt they could have tried harder. Omega was right here sitting with you. (Granted they were Cid’s patrons and she threatened you bunch often enough about not scaring people away—or she’d deduct your pay and Hunter needed every credit he earned for his squad. You knew the boys were in an uncomfortable spot but still.)

You sighed. “Thanks hun, I’m fine.” You ruffled her hair, a burning sensation creeping up from your gut to your chest. Bile rumbled uncomfortably in your stomach, mixing with the alcohol and threatening your gag reflexes with acid. Not good. It wasn’t her fault you were feeling like her babysitter just so the guys could have fun. You loved Omega and wanted to spend time with her usually; her company was always a delight. This unusual resentment had a selfish stem and you knew it. It was because those strange women were flirting openly and carelessly with the man you had fallen deep, deep down for, but never had the courage to confront. The fact that they were spending time with someone close to you that by all rights…should be yours.

Yet he wasn’t. So you really didn’t have a right to feel that way. But you did. Shocker.

“Hey beautiful, I have an idea…” the Twi’lek whispered something in Echo’s ear, causing him to blush. He let his mouth open, shocked. You didn’t have to hear what she said to know what was implied, a subtle rage now coursing through your veins. Thank the Force Omega was oblivious.

You gripped the glass in your hand.

And shattered it.

Omega gasped at the soft crackle and crink. The pieces falling all around your hand and embedding themselves deep into the thick gloves you were wearing.

“Are you alright?” Omega’s eyes were blown out, hands covering her mouth in horror at the damage your right hand must be undergoing.

“On second thought, I am heading back to the ship. Go get Bolo to play a game of Djarik with you. Or better yet, ask one of your brothers. I need some air.” You got up quickly, hiding your hand that should be bleeding but wasn’t.

Without turning around, you left the bar. So, you didn’t see the commotion you left behind.

— — — —

You straddled Tech’s workbench, your own set of tools spread out before you. The tiny tools you carried with you at all times in case all the intricate wires in your false, mechanical arm needed to be fixed, fused or fidgeted with. You creased your brows in frustration, watching the yellow sparks fly as you worked the glass carefully from where it was embedded. A sewing kit was carelessly sitting at your side, as you’d have to fix your ruined glove as well. Sometimes you forgot what strength was in this arm.

You lost your right arm as a child. You’d learned how to cope with it and make it a “normal” part of your life. But a little part of you still was insecure about it so you’d always found a way to cover it up, hiding it physically and mentally from those around you, especially those closest to you. You’d only known the Batch since they came to work for Cid, but since then you grew close to them. And the closer you got, the harder it was to admit your insecurity, wondering if it would change their perception of you.

Ah crap. You felt the sharp edges pull from your false sensors and you cringed, clenching your jaw.

“Let me see that hand of yours.” A familiar husky voice broke through your brooding.

“Blow off, Hunter.”

Hunter was the only one who knew about your mechanical arm. He could smell the oil you used to keep it well functioning even though you custom made it to be without scent. His darn enhanced senses picked it up anyway, and thus you let him in on your little secret albeit reluctantly. It wasn’t by your choice how it came about…You knew he knew but he never brought it up…Until the night he found you trying to repair your arm after sustaining an injury. Your face was so red that first night he walked in on you, tears barely being held back while you tried in vain to fix it yourself in the dead middle of the night, he knew how important it was that no one knew.

“Ah, you’re just saying that.” he teased, letting the ghost of a smile appear. Hunter straddled the workbench facing you and grabbed your wrist, gently pulling it toward himself. He kept his gaze down, hyperfocused on rewiring your hand correctly and pulling the shrapnel from the fine work of machinery.

You looked up annoyed and sighed dramatically with a roll of your eyes. He smirked but otherwise stayed silent. You matched his quietness with an ante of sulkiness.

“You should just talk to him about how you feel, you know.”

“You don’t understand. NONE of you do! It’s not the same for me as it is for you guys. When men look at this, they automatically see me as incomplete and undesirable. Do you know how…how…” you choked up, swallowing hard. “You men always have an air of awe when there is a wound but a woman? I can’t tell you how embarrassing it is.”

“That’s not fair.” Hunter wasn’t one to sugar coat. “And you know it.”

You did, so you sucked on your swollen lip instead.

“Echo would understand, though. Wouldn’t you feel better being able to talk to him about some of this?”

“I know he does. He probably is the only one who does. But I don’t want to be pitied. And worse off, I don’t want him to like me just because we’re similar. I want him to like me for me…the way I love him for him.” You nearly whispered that last part.

Hunter sighed and gently said your name.

“Look, I’m sorry that we all made you uncomfortable and that we don’t understand what it is like. I really am.”

You looked up and saw his eyes searching the floor, as if it would give him the answer. His genuine concern melted your bitterness away, just like the night he’d found you.

“Hunter, it’s ok. I’m sorry too. You didn’t deserve that…I’m out of sorts and took it out on you; which was wrong. You may not understand but you’ve always tried to make me feel valued… and you never treated me differently, which I appreciate. Thank you.”

“Hey, I learned it from the best…that’s Echo, I mean. I learned it from Echo.”

A smile pulled at your lips. “Sure you did.”

— — — —

You didn’t think anyone would notice your absence but it most definitely was. Everyone heard the glass shatter, Hunter immediately slipped away slyly to check on you with a quick “I got this” and Omega ran right to Echo. She initially reached out to help you but you were faster in your quick departure. He stood up so fast, with such an angry outburst, worried about what happened (you shattered a kriffing glass in your hand?!) and it frightened the ladies away.

He felt concern rising from somewhere in his chest, written clearly on his brow. He took a step but Omega held onto his hand.

“Hunter said she was ok.”

“She’s hurt, I should go check on her…”

Granted, he knew how private of a person you were. You didn’t let anyone near you—ever—when you were injured, but your hand must be torn to shreds…he winced at the ghost pain that flared up in his own. He flexed it a few times to convince himself the cold, sharp shards he felt were in his mind and not real. His hand wasn’t really bleeding. It wasn’t hurt….he took a deep breath.

Echo needed to make sure you were ok. Even if you didn’t want to be helped…

“Echo, why don’t you just talk to her about how you feel?”

Echo eyed his large younger brother but found no hint of humor in Wrecker’s question. Instead, he saw that gentle gaze of honesty in his eyes.

“Because she deserves better. Plus, she’s not even interested. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by blabbering how I feel.”

“Did you notice the glass she shattered was only after that suggestive comment was made to you.” Tech adjusted his goggles. “She’s heard people flirt with us before on various missions and occasions. There is a special scowl that only appears when such an occurrence happens to you. She thinks she hides it well but she doesn’t. She never has such a negative reaction until you show up, Echo.”

“How is that relevant?”

“Are you asking a serious question?” Tech blinked. “Or are you trying to be jocular.”

“I literally have no clue what you are saying or trying to imply!” Echo threw his hands up, scowling in his voice as well as his expression.

“You don’t? Or don’t want to?” Wrecker raised his eyebrow.

Echo crossed his arms and tapped his foot.

“Echo, perhaps…” Omega nervously wrung her hands, obviously trying not to upset him, “maybe it would be better to say something sooner rather than later. Life’s too unpredictable. One day the person you care about is there and the next, they’re gone. Wouldn’t it be better to let that person know they’re loved than regretting never telling them?”

Echo sighed, shoulders dropping in a tired slump.

“Maybe you’re right,” he chuckled and ruffled her hair, “when’d you become so wise?”

“Eh, always was. Nice of you to notice.”

“So, you will take advice from Omega, and not us?” Tech fought a smirk.

“Yeah what’s with that?” Wrecker chimed in, visibly pleased.

“Didn’t you hear? Omega is the wisest.”

Echo ran his hand down his face with a sigh of anticipation. He knew he had to do this soon, but….a little time wouldn’t hurt right? He needed the right words.

— — — —

It was a few rotations later and the Batch was assigned a new mission from Cid…and Echo still hadn’t said anything to you. He pointedly ignored his brothers’ silent prompts and either sighed or shrugged at Omega with a “it’s not a good time” or “I don’t know what to say yet.”

The job was a two parter.

Hunter paired you up with Echo for the intel, Tech would stay on the ship with Omega to be ready for a quick get away, while Wrecker and Hunter went for the cargo that was demanded. None of you knew what the two pieces had in common, especially on a pirate ship, but you were getting paid a good price. Hunter initially wanted to turn down the job but the credits were needed, and Cid didn’t give much room for negotiation.

“You ready?” Echo had some strain in his voice.

“Yeah, how hard can an extraction be?” You shrugged. “It’ll be fine.”

Echo opened his mouth and shut it a few times, flustered, searching for words.

“Just keep your head up.” He finally said, putting on his helmet and hiding his face. Not really what you wanted to hear…he sighed then walked away. You stood there for a few minutes, digesting the strange conversation. Echo never acted this weird before a mission.

You wanted to ask him about it but never got the chance, it was time to board.

— — — —

Something went wrong. Hunter and Wrecker gave you and Echo the signal they had the cargo but you were still getting the intel. They headed back to the ship to make sure the crate was secure. Apparently, from the sounds of Wrecker’s grunting, it was heavy.

“Echo, come on, hurry up!” You trained your blaster down the halls, looking left and right. Your brows scrunched up and sweat beaded your forehead.

“Almost got it. Be patient.” he snapped back.

“Echo…I have a strange feeling. I don’t like this.” You turned to see your reflection staring back at you with a strange expression on Echo’s visor. His head was turned at a curious angle, his breathing slightly heavier. He always took your feelings seriously; at better times he joked that they rivaled the Jedi’s ‘feelings’.

“Okay, hold tight.”

Was there slight fear in his voice?

“Echo?” Now your breathing started to increase rapidly. You’d never felt this unsettled on a mission.

You didn’t have time to ponder more, shots came out of nowhere. You threw yourself in front of Echo and started firing back.

Karking pirates.

“I got it! Let’s go!” You felt Echo pull his scomp out of the portal and wrap his arm around your waist. You’ve done this move before. There was a door next to you. You’d just roll over each other into the other room…but something caught your eye. The door opened, a sneaky pirate trying to get at Echo from the back. He raised his arm to aim and…

Bam!

The shot went off; but before it did, you twisted yourself in front of Echo. Shots rang out (you assumed Echo shot the man behind you) in unison with your scream. You heard Echo shouting your name in panic, pulling your writhing body behind the door, and barricading you on the other side. His calls went from panic to insistent now, then confused. He expected blood…not sparks.

You peeled your eyes open and brought your other hand up to detach your arm. The flames crawling up to your brain telling you your arm was shreds immediately stopped. You heaved a breath and sat up.

“Shoot.” You mumbled, looking at the shambles your arm was in. How many times had that pirate shot it?

“Hey, you ok?” Echo removed his helmet and his eyes were searching your body. “What were you doing? You could have gotten killed!” Despite his reprimand, his voice was soft, probably still processing what happened.

“I was thinking I didn’t want to see you dead.”

“I don’t want you dead either.”

“J-just he-lp me, will you?” You started scooping up the pieces into your pack. Echo quickly came to help.

“Your balance will be off a little, will you be ok if I rigged the ship?”

“Yeah, yeah,” still trying to catch your breath, you wanted to give an air of confidence though, “go for it.”

Echo stuck his hand back into the scomp and commed the boys. You tuned it out, the world (the ship) around you starting to shake. You knew you were spiraling but you couldn’t stop it.

He knew. Now what was going to happen? He took that rather well. He was sort of ignoring it and you didn’t know if you were relieved or upset.

And…how lucky were you that it was that arm, and not your good one?

You hugged your pack. It felt a little morbid carrying pieces of your arm in your pack. It was mechanical but still. It had been a part of you for so long, it was so strange. Echo’s hand appeared on your shoulder, giving it a grounding squeeze.

“We have to get to the hanger! They’ll meet us there!”

Your musings would have to wait.

— — — —

The ship was falling apart. Explosions wrecking the hangar and surrounding you and Echo with fire, causing the ship to shake and the floor to become unstable.

“Echo look out!” Your warning came too late. Echo was knocked off his feet from an explosion next to him. The force pushed him out the hanger and plummeting toward the earth below. You cried out in terror, shrieking as you threw yourself toward the edge. Echo had grappled onto a loose piece of the ship. You wrapped your legs around some metal beams where the wall of the ship was blown away. You then balanced your body so it could support the extra weight of the one you were trying to reach. It was difficult not having the balance of your other arm.

“Take my hand!” You shouted above the din.

“No! If I do you’ll fall too! I can’t let you die!”

“Why not? I can’t let you die either, you idiot!”

“What do you mean ‘why not?”

“Just shut up and take my hand or I swear I’ll jump.”

Echo didn’t move so you started shimming closer, loosening your grip a little. That seemed to spook him so he darted his hand in your direction. You stretched out your hand further to meet his and gripped him hard as he let go. You were now his only lifeline.

“Alright! You are so stubborn.”

“Only because I love you, you idiot.”

“You’ve said that….wait, you love me?”

It was almost as if you could see the look of shock through his helmet. You started to chuckle, looking at his dazed dangling form. The piece he was hanging from fell not two minutes later.

“You’ll have to climb…I can’t pull you up!”

Darn fine time to lose your arm again.

You felt like your rib cage splitting in two from the pressure. You couldn’t remember the last time your breathing felt so constrained. Every breath in stretched your chest impossibly farther, trying to lift the invisible bantha sitting there, every exhale set your chest on fire. Echo’s hand gripped your good arm and his scomp dug into your flesh. You wanted to cry out but couldn’t. An invisible hand gripped your throat as you pulled, trying to get him to the ledge.

Then Echo slipped a little. Another explosion went off and jolted you. You had to fight hard to keep your grip even if your balance was lost.

“Co-ome o-ohn Eeekoo, don’t. Give. Up. Climb!”

“Mesh’la, you have to let me go. I’m too heavy. Save yourself. I need you to be safe.”

“D-don’t you dare gih-ive up.” Tears were streaming down your eyes now and you didn’t care. “Don’t ask me to do that.”

Echo’s grip loosened a little, and your heart, already overworked, started to increase its speed. “I can’t let you die either; because I love you too. I’ve loved you so long and should’ve told you. I’m sorry. I just thought…”

“Echo, don’t let go, please.”

“Mesh’la…”

“Echo, stop speaking gibberish and use the strength to climb instead of talk!”

You had to imagine the smile on Echo’s face. You felt the hardened grip return, along with the agonizing feeling of being split in half. You started to count to keep yourself calm.

“One…two…three…”

The world around you was falling away. Not just literally from the sky but the ceiling and walls started to blur, black clouded the edges of your vision.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

Then a buzzing sound broke through the haze. It sounded familiar…close…Echo whooped. It got closer…and closer…then the lights and hum of The Marauder announced its saving presence. You heard the hatch open and the shouts of the others. Echo’s grip suddenly disappeared and his weight was gone. Air forced its way into your lungs in a gasp. You wanted to call out to Echo but your energy was gone. You heaved and started to lift yourself.

Until a chunk of metal came falling down, smashing your body.

Shoot.

You couldn’t move. Your body crushed to the floor, the ship started to shift, gravity pulling you out the door. Your head slammed against another falling object, hard enough to draw blood, dizzying enough to disorient you, but not enough to knock you out. The taste of copper made itself known to your tongue, soon your whole mouth felt the presence of a hot liquid. The black specks returned. They danced and spun, swirling with the flames as your world tilted.

Your body started to slide in the opposite direction, a hot sticky trail left in your wake. You clamped your eyes shut and found you couldn’t open them.

Well this is it…

Footsteps skidded next to you, shouting grated against the complaining durasteel that creeped and groaned as it was ripping apart, the durasteel was lifted from your body. Strong arms wrapped themselves around you, the distinct feeling of a hand cradling your head and the hard inflexibility of a scomp supporting you. A gentle voice you’d know anywhere whispered:

“Hey, if I’m not allowed to fall, you aren’t either.”

You started to chuckle but a coughing fit replaced the giggle.

“Y-you got to go before the whole thing falls.”

“I’m not leaving you. We end this thing together. Hold on. It’ll be okay, okay? Just stay with me here.”

“Th-e world i-is black…Echo…”

His name stumbling out your mouth was the last thing to ring in your ears.

— — — —

You had the various pieces of your false arm scattered about, fidgeting with a piece here and there but not really doing anything with it. The despondency you felt starting from scratch made you wonder if it was even worth it. You reached up and felt around the stump on your shoulder. The uneven scars, the healed over tissue, the ghost of what was, teasing you in their silent haunting.

Your hand then slipped to your bandaged ribs. Apparently, according to Wrecker (talking excitedly while Echo blushed feverishly in silence), Echo had let himself down onto the boarding ramp and looked up expecting you to follow. When you didn’t, he jumped back up without a second thought onto the unsteady, crashing doomed ship and watched helplessly as…well Wrecker didn’t make you relive it. That was nice of him.

Echo apparently also didn’t let anyone touch you, too busy bandaging you up himself, barking orders at everyone to get the supplies he needed to wrap your middle and head.

Wrecker said he’d never seen Echo so “frantic”. It was hard to imagine as Echo was only ever calm….don’t worry, Wrecker re-enacted it for you (until Hunter ushered him through a door and left you alone with the man almost combusting from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” Omega whispered to him before slipping out herself, “she already knows. And don’t mind Wrecker, he’s just happy it’s finally happening.”

The memory faded and the silk between your ribs and fingers became real again. Echo hadn’t said anything to you. He’d only taken your hand and squeezed it tight, not looking you in the eye for the longest time.

“I may have a body of steel…but I’ve got a heart made of flesh, believe it or not, it’s real. And it’s yours. It beats for you. Don’t forget that, please. We’re the same, and I couldn’t have loved you more. I wish you could have told me about it…because I know.”

With the whisper he left. Despite the ship being small, he had avoided you for an entire rotation already. You knew he was around, you’d heard Hunter talking to him, but you didn’t seek him out.

You looked down uncertainly at your project again and sighed heavily.

Maybe remaking it isn’t an option. You could ask Tech or Hunter…in a few days. You didn’t feel like this now…maybe you shouldn’t fix it at all. Maybe this was the key to stop working for Cid.

The door opened with a whoosh, footsteps clomping a path toward you. A body slumped on the floor next to you and you felt Echo’s leg brush your own. The contact made your heart leap, eyes darting toward him to find his signature smirk on his face. You scowled and looked away. Your throat was sore and the lump you swallowed only made you feel pitiful.

“I’m sorry…I needed time. Thank you for giving that to me.”

You nodded, eyes ahead.

“Hunter told me why you didn’t tell me…I figured that but hearing it also pushed me out of my slump. I know you didn’t owe me anything, not an explanation or anything, but I can’t let a moment go by without telling you that this doesn’t change how I see you….I was hurt that you thought I’d …. well it does and it doesn’t, let me start there. It doesn’t because I love you, but it does because I know how brave you’ve been. How could I not admire that! You’re beautiful to me no matter what. Don’t doubt your worth or your beauty which is more than superficial because of this.”

You choked on a sob and Echo brought his arm around slowly, giving you time to shrug him off if you wanted or to move away. Instead, you leaned into his touch.

He leaned close to your ear. “Tell me where to start and we’ll have it back together in no time.”

“I-I don’t think I can, Echo.”

Tears started to well in your eyes. You couldn’t do this again.

“I…I’m so tired. Of all of it.”

“You don’t have to do this alone; we will do it together.”

Echo took his real hand with his real fingers and entwined them with your own real hand. You could feel the warmth through his gloves and it went right to your heart. The courage that fled you long ago started to return. Your throat was swollen, so you nodded instead, lips turning up in a smile.

“Together.”

“But first, I have to finish fixing something else…”

You looked at him confused, cocking your head to the side, eyes still glistening from the unshed sorrow.

He chuckled but his next words came out airy and nervous.

“Your heart…”

He leaned in slowly, soft lips latching onto yours. He smiled when you gasped and nearly laughed when you pulled him closer, hand gripping his collar like your lifeline.

“Hey, stop laughing. You have a lot of fixing to do.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Yeah, the arm could wait.

Both your hearts needed some healing, and a kiss was the perfect medicine.

#reader insert #echo x reader #echo x female reader #echo x you #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #tbb x reader #tbb echo #clone force 99 #fanfiction #fanfic #the bad batch #angst with a happy ending #angst and fluff #fluff and angst

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MY THOUGHTS ON HELLUVA BOSS AS A WHOLE

I have sooo many things to say so I’m putting it here! Unfortunately, I’m not put together enough to compile this neatly. But meh. If there’s a character that’s not here, it means either I have nothing notable to say about them, or anything I had to say has already been said in another character’s portion.

Also I’m not discussing design the only design I REALLY hate is Bee’s because it's cluttered and boring okay? Okay.

I have beef with other designs but not enough to mention

I'm mostly talking about specific characters and relationships, and other things will be talked about in those! :3

Blitzo:

Starting with Blitzo because he’s clearly Viv’s favorite.

Blitzo is actually really well written in my opinion. He’s the flawed character type Viv should apply to ALL her characters. He’s not babied by the narrative half as much as any other character, and his issues are addressed multiple times and left to fester rather than being fixed immediately.

HOWEVER

I think the whole fire being a complete accident dumbed him down a lot. For all the buildup of him being selfish, it ended up thrown out the window because he genuinely had no malicious intent. Why is Barb so aggressive with him if it wasn’t his fault? Why did Fizz attribute it to being his fault with no actual basis. For all he knew, Blitzo could’ve been dead!

His relationships with his friends, however, are much more interesting. He’s nosy and rude and frustrating to be around, but despite that they stick around. They care about him, but they also understand that he has many issues he refuses to address.

I have more thoughts but they focus on specific characters so I’ll save them for later. I like this guy a lot and I have too much to say about him.

Moxxie:

Moxxie is a great character! I think his backstory lined up nicely with how he actually acts (especially the “sir” bit. I thought that was clever, that he refers to men older than him, even his friends and people he dislikes, as “sir”)

I also understand his insecurities come from his father’s abuse and neglect.

HOWEVERRRR

I think his insecurities are too repetitive. He has THREE episodes where his insecurities need to be acknowledged and every time he goes back to the same shit. Unhappy campers was the first time Millie actually snapped at him over it and the first time it was addressed as hurting his friends (specifically his wife) just as much as it hurts him. He’s constantly needing to be picked up and reassured. Blitzo and him had a talk about his insecurities and yet. Unhappy Campers. And Harvest Moon festival hardly acknowledged his insecurities, however it did show some development at the end where he stood up to people he’d been scared to disappoint. But even then, he falls right back into it. Not only that, but he ended up getting hurt in the games because he insisted on proving himself to Millie. Millie’s never given him a reason to doubt she loves him. She’s so dedicated to him and yet they keep having this conversation.

I also don’t like how often his skills are underestimated by the narrative itself in favor of making Millie “tough” (and I’ll explain why I hate that in better detail when I get to her) and we only really get to see his skills a few times. On top of this, it undermines his role as the weapon guy. I like that he typically has a disadvantage in close combat, but even that’s not consistent! (He kills all those guys at the gas station without any real weapons) It’d be fine if him working on his close-range was actually addressed (instead of his insecurities being done for the 50th time) but it wasn’t, so it’s just. whatever.

I do like that he’s the most sympathetic out of all of them. It’s shown in the pilot first, where he’s visibly upset about hurting an innocent child (ofc he kills him later, but that's when he knows the kid clearly did something. Also he was rude to him.) Murder Family then shows it again, where he feels sympathy until given a reason not to (and even then, he still felt bad about it in the end) and it’s even shown when he was a child, sad to hurt someone he’d never even seen clearly before.

Also the fat shaming jokes aren’t funny especially when we’re supposed to treat it seriously when it happens to Fizz. Like, okay. Ur not funny.

His relationship with Blitzo is very fun as well, and I think it's funny that him being somewhat secretive about his personal life is a constant thing (He didn’t tell Millie about his family, and he doesn’t like Blitzo prying.)

Millie:

Buckle up it’s a woman so I have LOTS to say.

Viv has become kiiiinda infamous for how she treats her female characters, and unfortunately Millie is one of the worst examples.

She has very little depth. Everything I have thought out about her is inferred. I like that she doesn’t have a tragic backstory, but I think it’s weird that she seems to have several conflicts with her family that aren’t addressed.

So, I’m starting with the Inferences I’ve made.

She probably didn’t get a lot of spotlight because she has several siblings (Inferred from Unhappy campers, where she says she likes being in the spotlight for once)

Her parents, while they do love her, are very judgemental and strict based on the ending of Harvest Moon Festival, where her mother scolds her for getting hurt and Moxxie snaps at her.

And She’s competitive, based on her being banned from the games.

All of these things could’ve been easily put in if they’d focused on her instead of Moxxie’s jealousy in Harvest Moon. (Which ended up being unnecessary? It just showed us how whiny he can be tbh… And set up a rivalry against Striker that is brought up once after)

Her whole personality revolves around Moxxie. The Episode about her family revolved around Moxxie. The episode about Moxxie’s family revolved around Moxxie. Every episode about her revolves around her relationship with Moxxie. The one time she goes on a mission separate from him, it’s because he’s tied up and the episode hardly focuses on her even then, because it’s all about Blitzo and Moxxie.

This ends up affecting Moxxie’s character as well. He gets his character undermined by her being the “tough wife” because that’s her only notable trait. And it ends up affecting both of them and making it annoying to watch.

Also she has. Like. Zero genuine interactions with Blitzo. Which is a more personal nitpick but it’s still annoying. I think the only one is the one in Truth Seekers.

Also, it’s very easy to forget that Millie dated Chaz too, because we never find out why she dated him at all, or why she broke up with him. He clearly made her incredibly angry to hold a grudge for this long, but it’s all thrown out because then she suddenly only hates him because he betrayed Moxxie.

When she… Already hated him???? It’s lazy writing and pathetic.

I do like Unhappy Campers, though, and I hope the development in that episode sticks.

Loona:

GOD IM GONNA SOUND LIKE A BLITZO ASS KISSER BUT SHE PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH.

First things first, I don’t like that HER backstory was treated like a traumatic memory for BLITZO. That was dumb. Fuck off. And then it was turned into Stolitz fuel which. God.

Loona is another basic tough girl but she’s also a MEAN GIRL!!! YAAAAY…

She’s horrible. For someone who seems to “secretly care” about Blitzo, she sure does make his life kind of suck.

I could see not liking him. He DID walk into her life and place himself as her father. He’s overbearing and babies her, I GET THAT!

But she’s ridiculous. She has a whole conversation with Via about how she should forgive her dad because he does care about her and then goes and is a bitch to Blitzo again. For no reason. And then she does that stupid fucking side smile like “awww she loves that he was worried about her” i dont care actually. Its not funny and it’s dumb as hell.

Also Blitzo’s self-loathing is an issue Loona knows about better than anyone. She goes home with him and sees him cross himself out of photos. She knows he sleeps on the couch instead of taking the only room. She knows he loves her, and hates himself, and yet she doesn’t make any effort to be kind to him. The most she does is take him home when he’s drunk. But only after getting defensive when Bee asked her to maybe help him out. She made that situation about HER. Like Bee was attacking HER. WHEN ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO HELP BLITZO???

We know very little about Loona and it’s hard to sympathize with her when all we see is her being horrible to Blitzo who is flawed but trying his best.

Her aggression could be great if it was handled well, (like at the party! I liked how she was with people, it showed off who she is) but with Blitzo it feels like she has soft moments just to have them, while having very little proof she actually cares about him.

It makes her just an add-on to Blitzo and a joke. She has potential.

I’m hoping the show will clean her up a bit later on. I don’t think I’ll ever really like her, but she has potential and I DID enjoy the Queen Bee episode.

Stolas (and his family, in a way. But Stella will get her own part when I critique a few of the villains):

Technically not a main character but eh I have things to say about him.

His writing is very lazy and very. All over the place.

It’s clear they don’t want him to be hated, but in preventing that, they remove any nuance in his relationships

Stella is just an evil bitch with 0 depth to her at all and Stolas is the poor sad husband who was forced to marry her. So cheating is okay.

I actually do think he’s at least a little justified in cheating on Stella in the context the show gave us. I just think that context is lazy and he shouldn’t be justified because it removes depth from both him and his relationships.

Also, he hardly ever starts fights with Stella and it’s always Stella throwing shit around but Via acts like HE’S the shitty one? The line “Why does he hate her more than he loves me” could’ve been GREAT if we say ANY EXAMPLES OF THAT. He doesn’t scream at Stella like Octavia said he does. And she also says him cheating ruined their family but??? It’s implied Stella’s been abusive this whole time!?!??! LIKE WHAT R U ON ABOUT???

His relationship with Blitzo is nice actually. I enjoy the one-sided love and whatnot. However (and this is an issue more so with the fandom? But I feel the need to put it here)

We don’t talk enough about how Stolas abuses his power to be with Blitzo. Using the book as a way to get Blitzo to sleep with him WAS SHITTY but people don’t acknowledge that. Instead, it’s like Blitzo’s the bad guy for… Not being ready to reciprocate Stolas’s feelings????

I just. I think Stolitz is waaay too complicated for how the fandom treats it and if they just. Get together next episode I’ll be pissed.

Stella:

Not a whole lot to say. She just has very little depth. And it’s not just that (bc, all in all, characters like Crimson and Mammon also have very little depth) she’s just made to be unlikeable???

Like she’s meant to be an annoying whiny bitch… Without anything about her you can really like. Which is bad writing.

(GOD VIV MADE VALENTINO MORE LIKABLE THAN STELLA FFS)

She has zero character outside of Stolas despite being a villain. Compared to Mammon (who so far has only been in one episode and is still more likable) and Crimson (Whos character doesn’t revolve around Moxxie) she’s boring.

Crimson has a lot more going on. He has his wife, he has a whole mafia, ect. He’s got a lot going on that people (me) are excited to explore. He’s very greedy (He’s in the greed ring, after all) and he’s very persistent.

Mammon is made out to be as likable to the characters IN UNIVERSE as possible, while making comments clearly meant to be a dig at very real, greedy people. He’s portrayed as a nice guy who’s not actually nice. But not in a “he’s secretly mean” way but in a “he's very clearly mean he just says it with a good attitude”

Remember that these two have had two and one episodes respectively since being introduced. Stella’s been here since the PILOT and she has zero extra traits aside from spoiled brat and abusive wife. We know nothing about her. How did she grow up? How did she feel about getting married to Stolas? How is she with Via? (Since Via’s NEVER TALKED ABOUT HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER MOTHER)

Also I hate her stupid brother. He literally exists to take any interesting villain traits away from her. I hate him so much.

Now I want to talk about relationships yaaaay

Millie and Moxxie I’ve already talked about thoroughly, and I’ve talked about Stolitz, so I want to discuss Blitzo with Verosika and Barb, as well as Fizz and Ozzie. (I’ve already said all I have to say about Blitzo and Fizz, that being that I think the circus situation being an accident is dumb)

I don’t think there’s much more to talk about aside from those? I dunno.

Blitzo and Verosika:

another example of shitty female writing but it’s not the WRITING exactly, it’s the presentation.

We meet Verosika and she’s IMMEDIATELY made out to be a massive bitch. Despite the fact that Blitzo fucked her over and admitted to it (and had no argument against her that ever proved she sucked in that relationship??) but she’s still presented as being terrible.

I mean, one of the first things she does is assault Moxxie which really wasn’t a necessary scene. I hate it so much. (Add it to the pile of things not taken seriously just because it’s Moxxie bc in Hazbin we’re meant to take that seriously but okay)

She’s made to be as unlikeable as possible despite how often we’re told she’s been wronged by Blitzo.

Blitzo and Barb:

Blitzo and Barb is. Complicated. I think both are in the wrong as much as everyone makes it out to be one or the other. I think it’s because we were presented with it in a weird way.

Again, this would have more impact if the fire wasn’t 100% an accident, but oh well.

I think Barb is justified in not wanting to see her brother. He is a part of her trauma, and she doesn’t want to be reminded of it. Him hunting her down was pretty shitty imo but it doesn’t make him a horrible person. Just ignorant and insensitive. But all we see is Barb yelling at him over something we later learned WASN’T HIS FAULT. It makes it hard to discuss because did she know it was an accident? Where’s their dad? How’s she been? Things that will probably be answered later, but I felt like talking about it anyways.

Fizz and Ozzie:

I have a few complaints about these two that I wanna talk about but they are, aside from Chaggie, my favorite canon hellaverse ship. Also I have a few things to say about the fandom that irritate me.

I like the pipeline of “love is stupid and you should be after lust” to “wow maybe I’m in love” but we didn’t really get to see that? I mean it felt like they were already in love in Ozzie’s so it has less impact. Also we don’t hear a whole lot actually ABOUT the idea of Asmodeous being in love from the POV of others. We see ONE newspaper headline and Blitzo calls them hypocrites and then we’ve got Mammon saying that revealing his secret was a mistake but we have nothing to make us feel like that’s true.

Also, I don’t think Fizz is infantalized the way people say he is. Like. He’s just smaller than Ozzie. And the whole like “C’mon big daddy, pwease” thing was ironic guys cmon. They were meant to look like a lovey-dovey couple because they can’t be lovey-dovey in public, that’s the point. It was to show us how little their relationship actually revolved around lust.

Also I’m a sucker for the big and tiny ship dynamic it’s funny to me <3

I do think it’s stupid that Ozzie builds the dolls despite knowing how uncomfortable Fizz is with them, although I suppose it could’ve been Fizz who insisted it was fine. But still, they don’t expand on that at all. If you don’t like it, why’d you do it? It’s not like Ozzie needs to do what Mammon tells him. He’s a sin, just like him!

And a lot of ppl keep misinterpreting the scene where Ozzie tells Fizz he doesn’t have to leave. I saw some people saying “oh fizz looks upset! Hes upset Ozzie said that!” he was upset because he felt bad for worrying him. He looks sad before apologizing. That’s the point. And we know from the special that what Ozzie said didn’t even hold up! “Oh he asked Blitzo to guard him!” that’s not why he called Blitzo we literally KNOW that was an excuse. Blitzo just happens to also be good at guarding him.

I DO think Ozzie can be overbearing, but tbh if you write a relationship (especially between a deadly sin and his famous imp bf) there’s gonna be issues. It’s not gonna be perfect. You can tell they disagree on things (“I know you’re not big on the whole Mammon thing”) and that’s how relationships are.

I also think the Fizz stuff got shoved on us way too fast. I mean, before all we knew about him was that he had possibly known Blitzo and that he was famous. And he was in a relationship(?) of sorts with Ozzie.

And then suddenly we get his backstory and then we get his whole thing with Mammon within two episodes. I just wish there’d been more buildup? Hell, we know more about these two than we do about LOONA. Which is so annoying.

AAAANYWAYS There’s probably more I could talk about, but this is what I really cared about so. Eh. Thanks for reading!!!!!!!

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FFTB | CH 11: Homecoming (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: You face the rest of the League after Toga's mortifying discovery. After the next steps of the plan are revealed to you, you open up about your insecurities to Dabi. He does his best to comfort you. Contains: Explicit Language, Sexual Themes & Discussion, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Power Fantasy Elements, A Series Of Very Unfortunate Events, Hurt & Comfort

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Half the League, actually – all of them stifled their laughs and comments as soon as you walked into the meeting room with Dabi. The silence was telling. You tugged at the ratty old shirt, subconsciously attempting to cover as much of yourself as you possibly could. The only thing that made this bearable was Dabi’s arm around your waist and the unbothered confidence the man exuded.

You didn’t even have a spare pair of undies so you were stuck wearing the cum-stained ones for the time being. A fact that Dabi found incredibly gratifying. His eyes kept wandering towards your legs. From the right angle, the stain was definitely visible. The knowledge that it was there was enough to coax a prideful smirk from your companion. Though you yourself were less enthusiastic about speaking to your leader with Dabi’s spunk crusting up against your thighs.

Speaking of Shigaraki, the man quickly hushed his friends but failed at hiding his own amusement when addressing you. “Nice to see you again, (Y/n). I trust Dabi gave you a warm welcome?”

For fuck’s sake. Please let the earth beneath your feet shatter and drag you directly to hell. You would take an eternity of penance for your sins right now. Anything would be preferable to this.

“Sure did, boss.” Dabi cut into the conversation, graciously saving you the embarrassment of having to acknowledge the situation yourself. Even if it was to actively add his own suggestive comments. “She was real open to it.”

“Talk about TMI.” Tomura scrunched his nose but otherwise didn’t seem too bothered about the comment. “Regardless now that you’re back (Y/n), does that mean I can assume you’re here to stay?”

That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it?

All eyes turned to you. Each of the members eagerly awaited your answer. You looked at their faces brimming with anticipation. They didn’t want to make their own feelings known – but you could read it off of their expressions. Please stay. The League was a family. One you had become a part of for a while. Fights happened, you realized. Despite how you had treated them during your departure – they still wanted you here. That came with its own set of problems. Accepting them into your life was a risk. They could get hurt or even killed by the side effects of your selfish Quirk. Still – these people, for all their flaws and imperfections, were the best friends you had ever known. That didn’t even take into consideration that you’d become hopelessly attached to a certain arsonist.

“Yeah…I’m not running away from this,” you said. “There’s no debt keeping me here but if you’ll still have me, I’d like to stay.”

Compress was the first to speak, opening his arms wide in a flamboyant gesture. “Magnificent – the lost child returns!”

Toga clapped in excitement, then threw double fists into the air to celebrate. “Welcome back! Don’t you dare scare us like that again!” she said. “I can’t believe you just left. So rude! You’re lucky you’re so cute or I wouldn’t have been as forgiving.” You didn’t doubt her comment. That girl stabbed people she liked. What she did to people who had hurt her feelings was something you weren’t too keen on finding out.

Twice gave you an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Didn’t even know you were gone – I’m SO happy you’re back!” Ah – the duality of Twice. You smiled at the realization that, yes, you had missed even his inconsistent ass.

And Spinner – even Spinner – grinned at you. “Don’t get too comfortable, (Y/n). I’ve got my eye on you.”

“Come off it, princess,” you fired back. “I know you missed me.”

A mix of chuckles and snorts erupted from the small crowd gathered – and the tension broke. You smiled feeling Dabi pull you against him. All the attention was nice, but you were glad he was here to keep you grounded. He hesitated – then curled his fingers around your wrist. Your pulse quickened beneath the touch. It wasn’t quite like he was holding your hand and you didn’t expect him to. Neither of you quite knew what you meant to each other yet. You loved him. You did. But the exact definition of your relationship was still up in the air at this point. Sex, if you could even call dry-humping his cock during an emotionally vulnerable moment that, meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. You wanted to know, in no uncertain terms, who you were to him. That was a talk you still had to have with Dabi.

So this token of affection – no matter how small or insignificant – felt reassuring all the same.

“I hate to cut the celebration short,” Shigaraki started, impatiently tapping his nails on the table in front of him. “But now that you’re back on the team – we can move along with the plan. We’ve wasted enough time as it is. I’ve managed to stall my meeting with the Shie Hassaikai for a while but they’re just about breathing down my neck.”

Just like that, the pressure was on once more. No rest for the wicked.

Gathering around the table as Tomura laid out their plans, everyone listened attentively to what he had to say. You were aware of some of the details. While the Shie Hassaikai was well-funded, it didn’t have the same reputation as the League. Mainly their history with the law made it difficult to make new connections in the criminal and villain underworld. Their leader wanted to change that. He had managed to procure Shigaraki’s phone number and had tried setting up a personal meeting. Tomura rebuffed him for a while – needing time to work out a counter-plan. You had personally contributed to this already. Stealing information and getting details about the Eight Bullets and the nature of their Quirks.

But it seemed your fearless leader had more in store for you.

“They want to meet me alone but I’m not that stupid,” Shigaraki explained. “(Y/n) is, as far as the Yakuza are aware, not a threat. They’ll underestimate her Quirk just like we did in the beginning – which is why she’ll be going with me to meet Chisaki.”

In a similar way to when you were sent on that solo mission, Dabi tensed up beside you. That uncomfortable nagging sensation flooded back into his senses. Digging into your hip ever so slightly, the hand on your waist twitched. You could see his jaw clench – but he said nothing. You already understood what was running through his mind. Dabi would not be able to come with you for this mission. His presence would be seen as a show of force. With Shigaraki as your only backup, you’d be walking directly into the lion’s den. You’d be somewhere he couldn’t follow.

Just when you had decided to do this together, to go through whatever shitshow life was going to throw at you, you would be separated again.

A heavy sigh escaped the man – it served like a charm to knock the tension from his bones. Dabi released your waist and nodded. “Easy – she’s got this. It’s just a meeting, yeah? Just sit there and look pretty. Nothing she can’t handle.” He paused – and when he said the following words, you felt your cheeks heat up: “I trust her.”

Implicitly.

It was difficult for him to admit this though. His eyes didn’t lie. Dabi was used to relying only on himself. Having spent so much time ignoring and willfully misinterpreting his feelings, it came naturally to him to dismiss others. But you were capable. Strong. And wouldn’t be fucked with. He knew that better than anyone. When he hurt you – you hurt him back. Not to mention his favorite part about you. Your inner little shit. Anyone who challenged you would have to deal with a lifetime of bad luck. He had to trust that you could handle it. Otherwise, he would lose his mind agonizing over every second you spent apart.

“Okay. And you’re agreeing to this – coming with me?” When you nodded, Shigaraki continued: “You have some time to prepare. Use it productively.” Tomura narrowed his eyes at Dabi as he enunciated the word.

In response, the arsonist simply grinned and raised his hands, playing stupid to the implication.

After the meeting, Dabi took you back to his room. You sat atop the bed, wringing your hands and rubbing them against the fabric of your shirt. Almost obsessively so. The prospect of meeting with the Shie Hassaikai had you feeling jittery. Were you sweating? You might be sweating. Fuck. This was real. You were with the League of Villains. People would start seeing you as one of them from now on. Sure, you’d done small missions for them before, but after this whole Yakuza business, there would be no going back. You had spent your entire life fighting the villain label you had been given and now you were actively embracing it.

Maybe this was a mistake.

“That shirt is gonna catch fire if you keep rubbing it like that,” Dabi commented, eyeing your hands as they fisted the hem and twisted the fabric back and forth. “You’ve got no reason to be nervo–”

“I’m a shit villain,” you blurted out. “Dabi, I fucking suck at this.”

Withholding the snarky retort he instinctively wanted to throw back at you, Dabi bit his tongue instead. He simply sat beside you and waited for you to explain your sudden outburst. It was obvious you were in distress but Dabi had never had to comfort someone like this before. He didn’t know what to do with you. Still – you were worth trying for. You let out a sigh and composed yourself.

“I know this is gonna sound utterly pathetic but I never wanted to be a villain. It just sorta happened. But yeah – I’m a shitty one at that.”

People rarely ever want to be villains. You both knew that but he had to ask – he had to know who you were.

“What happened?” Dabi asked. The question immediately made your stomach turn.

“I fucked up –” you shrugged – stating the phrase like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Usually, when shit went tits up you were somehow responsible. After a while, you developed a sense of apathy for the chaos that followed you wherever you went. It was the only thing keeping you sane. Not giving a shit about the people you hurt was your only defense. “You know why I let you push me away? Why I didn’t even fight back when you told me the League didn’t want me anymore? Fuck – I didn’t even ask questions. Just accepted it.” In hindsight, it seems obvious what you were doing. Dabi told you they were using you and you jumped at the chance to tuck tail and run. Because you were utterly terrified. “The last crew I ran with got demolished, Dabi. One of them died. It was my fault. If I hadn’t been there, he would still be alive.”

It hurt to say it out loud. Your hands fumbled to find something to hold. Something to keep you grounded. Dabi didn’t hesitate – taking them into his own. Their warmth was soothing. He didn’t say anything but it was enough. The anxious, gnawing pain in your stomach snapped away as you laughed. A pained and ironic chuckle. “I dropped a fucking building on the guy. Didn’t even hesitate either. I just did it.”

Dabi shook his head. “There’s gotta be more to it, I know you – you’re careful. Between the two of us, you’re the responsible one. We’re been on enough missions together for me to know that, sweet thing.”

“Wasn’t always the case,” you admitted. “When my Quirk came in, anything that could go wrong, would go wrong. Even if I had nothing to do with it – I was easy to blame. My parents couldn’t handle it and I wouldn’t stay where I wasn’t wanted. So I left. Eventually ending up with the wrong crowd. To be honest, they didn’t really like me either. But I was useful. They treated me like shit. I didn’t really care because I was just happy someone wanted to be near me. He was different though. Always making me laugh. Taking care of me. We got along like a house on fire. That day –” you recalled the Heroes storming the villain’s den. The smoke – the chaos. Your comrades scattered, fighting for their freedom and their lives. “We had a fight the night before. I don’t even remember what I was mad about –” you forced down a sob. “It was something stupid and insignificant. I was so mad at him…so when the Heroes came down on us my Luck didn’t consider him an ally. I took out a support pillar, hoping it would cause enough chaos for us to make our escape. The ceiling came down on top of him…he–”

You couldn’t say it. The image of his crumpled, bleeding body was burned into your memory. He had died on impact. His agonized scream ripping through the battlefield was the last thing you remembered. It was over in seconds but that moment had stuck with you ever since. Making it an undying part of who you had become. “People get hurt around me because of my Quirk. It made me a villain against my will. Took my loved ones from me and made me miserable.”

That’s why you despised being called Lucky. That’s why you were afraid of the mission ahead. You would be protecting Shigaraki – and in doing so you might kill him.

You huffed out a surprised gasp as you collided with Dabi’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you – yanking you against him rather roughly and unexpectedly. The sudden movement caught you off guard – but his embrace brought immediate comfort. Your entire body relaxed, melting into him as you allowed the stress to dissipate.

“That wasn’t your fault, idiot. You did what you could with what you had. I’m not that guy. No amount of bad luck is gonna take me away from you. I’m too fucking stubborn to die. I refuse.” His words caused your heart to ache. It was overwhelming how easily Dabi could pull your heart apart. “Your Quirk might be volatile as fuck – but it also brought you to me. I don’t know about you but I think that’s pretty fucking lucky.”

You had heard so many different ways someone could say ‘I hate you’ in your lifetime. Harsh and cruel words – accusations and insults. A raised voice and acts of physical violence. You had heard and seen it all. This? This was the first time someone had said ‘I love you’ like Dabi had. He wanted to be near you. More than that – he agonized over being without you. Scoffed at the idea that you would hurt him. Even involuntarily. Fate could throw whatever it wanted at him – Dabi would still fight for you.

That’s love.

Your cowardice had almost cost you a family. More than that. It had very nearly cost you something even more precious. You no longer had to worry about what you meant to Dabi. The answer was in front of you.

It was everything.

Dabi reached for you – his kiss drawing away every doubt in your mind that this would end in tragedy. He delighted in the way you squeaked against his lips, equal parts surprise and a deep desire accompanying the sound. It was adorable – the noises you made caused his chest to tighten. You leaned into his loving touch, feeling his hand on the back of your head guiding you closer. His free hand trailed across your thigh, the coldness of the staples on his palm causing goosebumps to erupt on your bare skin. You shivered at the sensation and Dabi chuckled against your lips.

“You’re so sensitive, baby…” he breathed out, voice running ragged from the sheer desperation in his kiss. “I just wanna feel up that pretty body of yours. Maybe slap it around a little, if you’re into that.” His confession brought a blush to your cheeks that only deepened when he squeezed the tender flesh of your thighs to empathize his point. Dabi’s brilliant eyes landed on your bare legs as they chased his hand’s movements up to your hips. He was obsessed with touching you. Now that he had allowed himself that luxury, he couldn’t stop doing it.

“Dabi…” you complained – though only half-heartedly. “Shigaraki said I should use this time to prepare for the mission…”

He chuckled at that, a flash of mischief rising in his gaze as your eyes met. “I guess you’re right.” Dabi leaned in once more – the heat of his breath fanning against your lips as he spoke. “You made me feel real good earlier but I gotta return the favor somehow, yeah? Think you can stand waiting for me until after you get back?”

Hey now – that was rude.

You pouted slightly, glaring at the stupid little grin on Dabi’s face that only seemed to grow wider at your discontent. “I’ll wait as long as I have to, hotshot.” A small smirk played at the corner of your lip as you pressed a swift kiss against his cheek. “You better be worth the wait, though.”

Oh, a challenge? Dabi liked that. If you wanted to give him sass, he knew just how to deal with that kind of attitude. He was going to have you sobbing and crying for more on his dick soon enough.

“Don’t worry, doll. I’d never disappoint my girl. You pull off this mission and I’m gonna make you scream my name for hours.” He meant it. You could see it in his eyes, the determination and sheer desire lighting up his gaze. “I just hope you can keep up. I’ve been waiting so long for this…I can’t promise I’ll be satisfied easily, ya know?” His fingers grazed against the side of your neck as he stared into your eyes, pressing his body against yours as he closed the distance to kiss your lovely, slender throat. You didn’t wanna play with him right now? Well – then he’d just have to make you crazy. It was that simple. By the time you got back from your mission with Shigaraki, you’d be begging him to fuck you.

The unspoken promise in his words had you clenching your thighs. Dabi was doing this on purpose, that much was obvious. “You’re the worst…” you groaned out, feeling a wave of heat spread throughout your body. This was just a taste of what he wanted to do to you – and yet here you were, unraveling for him at the slightest touch.

Dabi hummed – obviously pleased with himself for making you feel such desperation. “I’m sure you’ll change your mind about that once I get my hands on that pretty pussy of yours. Now –” he abruptly pulled back, leaving you tethering on the edge. “Get your ass in gear and make me proud out there.”

A/N: I…yknow one of these days I'll stop cockblocking you (: Today is not that day! We're heading into the final act now, boiz!!

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It's hard for me seeing in 2023 people saying Lucy is selfish for pursuing her professional dream, because of Tim's feelings about uc. She wants that since she was a rookie, she never hid it from Tim. When he said "unless it is", he knew what he was getting into. But now people want her to just give up her career choice to accomodate him, otherwise she is "selfish". And the thing is, I don't think Tim would ever want Lucy to give up uc for him.

hi, this is exactly why i’m tired of the ‘is UC a good fit for lucy?’ discourse. it spirals quickly from ‘it doesn’t work for the show’ to being anti-feminist in 2023.

none of her career dev is a surprise to anyone. in fact, tim even encouraged her to attend UC school to further her career. so what? now that they’re together, he wants to put her on a leash bc her winning career-wise is picking at the scabs of his unhealed parts? that makes him look like an insecure hater.

imagine nolan, emmett, or chris making the same demands. wait. hold on, isn’t this basically ashley’s stipulations for staying with tim? ‘pls quit ur job, so i don’t have to worry about you dying’? it wasn’t right for her to discourage him from pursuing his passions then, but suddenly it’s okay for tim to do the same to lucy?

it’s a disservice to tim’s character to insinuate that he has worse distress tolerance than a three year-old left alone in a room with a bowl of marshmallows bc he has past trauma. he doesn’t have a monopoly on trauma, trauma is not an excuse to be a menace, and he asked her out! lucy has seen the worst of what the world has to offer, yet she’s maintained her genuinely kind and compassionate soul the entire time. there’s no selfish bone in her body.

i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again: a supportive partner will work on their unresolved issues instead of clipping their partner’s wings bc of them. if he were insecure, then the onus is on him to recognize his triggers, control his reactions to them, and communicate his feelings to her at the right time, place, and occasion. neither of them should be planting seeds of doubt mid-op. that could get them both killed.

the worst part of all this is yes, tim would never ask lucy to give up UC for him! ppl are just projecting their own insecurities onto him without seeing whether the source material supports their logic.

he’s naturally scared for her bc she’s his baby. isn’t it beautifully bittersweet that he’s rooting for her to succeed as his protege and also praying to all that is holy that she stays alive to live out the future that they’ve been dreaming of together? i’m sure she does the same on the nights she waits up for him while he’s on an op, too, but no one's asking him to quit metro for her.

#the rookie #chenford #she gets real sappy on main 🤧#part two will talk about their first fight #the rookie s5 #mine.ask #anon #ask

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My top ten Danganronpa ships

Since it’s Valentine’s Day I decided that i should show my top ten Danganronpa ships for the world to see

Now here are some rules

One all of this is my own opinion if you disagree that’s fine but no harassment

Two I do not ship same sex couples for reasons I won’t elaborate on so if you don’t see your favorite slash ship on here then tough luck

Three these ships aren’t just ranked on personal preference but other factors such as screen time chemistry or others so that should set the tone now let’s get in

I’m also tagging @hopeymchope @freezethunder and @wydstepcat to give a list of your top ten ships (you don’t have to follow my rules)

Number 10

Nagito komaeda x Mikan tsumiki

So why do I ship these to together? Because Kodaka said they’re kokichi’s parents! UP YOURS KOMAHINA’S HAHAHA

In all seriousness these two make a surprisingly good ship because of surprisingly compatible both being some of the most mentally broken members of the class as well as nagito being one of the classmates to stick up for Mikan so there’s that and because there’s so much potential in the dynamics for this ship be it the nurse/patient dynamic or just being the insane couple. The one thing holding this ship back is the lack of interactions between the two which is why it’s so low on this list but this should be a good way to start the list right?

Number 9

Byakuya togami x toko fukawa

If your still reading this please put down the pitchforks and hear me out

So you’re probably wondering why I’m putting a ship like this well I’ll explain

As well all know togami starts the game off as a selfish jerk who only cares about winning and doesn’t seem to care about anybody and is more than willing to use toko as a tool for his amusement so with that in mind how could I ever ship something like this.

Well most of the appeal of this ship mostly comes from the development of the two characters in general.after Sakura’s trial makes him reconsider his preconceived views about bonds he starts to treat everyone slightly better and even gives toko a few compliments (which admittedly isn’t a bit much but hey it’s progress) and later in the series we see him actually sticking his neck out for other people so admittedly most the appeal for me stems less from their current relationship and more for what it might look like after both of their development which is why it’s low on this list and honestly togami’s insults don’t seem to bug me as much since toko seems to be enjoying this a bit too much

Number 8

Shuichi saihara x kaede akamatsu

You know it’s true love when you see a girly looking detective boy who’s scared of his own shadow fall out of a locker

In all seriousness these have a nice dynamic between the two partnering up to stop the killing game in the first chapter.kaede helps encourage shuichi out of his insecurities which makes it more tragic when she’s revealed to be the culprit through the rest of the game kaede’s death serves as one of shuichi’s biggest motivators throughout the game

Now as for why it’s so low we’ll most of their dynamic stays in chapter one so

Number 7

Miu iruma x kiibo

News flash lusty girl falls for walking tin can

With how raunchy and egotistical miu is I didn’t think to much of this ship when I heard about it added on by the fact the kiibo was a robot (sorry that was robophobic of me) and when I see they’re dynamic it’s surprising wholesome with miu showing genuine kindness towards kiibo and kiibo being the only student who isn’t gonta to be sad she died and I haven’t even talked about the “maintenance” so yeah number 7 good ship

Number 6

Nekomaru nidai x Akane owari

Ahh yes the gym couple

Nekomaru and akane’s relationship isn’t just fun to watch it’s also sad to think about with how much they spend training with each other (and how many sexual innuendos they have with each other) it doesn’t take long to see why people like especially when it comes to Nekomaru sacrificing himself for Akane and his death being Akanes big motivator throughout the rest of the game really shows how much these two mean to each other

Number 5

Sonia nevermind x gundham Tanaka

What’s better than one over the top edgelord two over the top edgelord

Sonia and gundham is one of the ships that pretty much everyone can agree one (save for the yaoi/Yuri fans and the kazuichi fans crying in the corner) with just how over the top they are together and their shared interest in the occult and much like with Akane gundhams death helps drive Sonia as a motivator for the rest of the story well what do you know

Number 4

Kaito momota x maki harukawa

The luminary of the stars and his murderous girlfriend

Kaito and maki is one of the ships that have one of the strongest developments in the series. Maki’s arc in the series revolves around her dropping the aloof assassin thing kaito is one of the biggest factors in it. Throughout the game kaito constantly tries to reach out to maki to get her to finally open up not only inviting maki to train but also pushing her to open up as well to the point of arguing with shuichi when it’s possible that kaito killed kokichi and tsumugi using kaito to break maki like she used kaede with shuichi overall this is one of the best ships in the series I just prefer these next three

Number 3

Fuyuhiko kuzuryu x Peko Pekoyama

One of the ships we all can agree on

Honestly this ship surprised me and I didn’t like it until further examination in the beginning we see Peko seem to know kuzuryu better than most but it isn’t until chapter two when the whole story comes out.we learn that Peko is fuyuhiko’s childhood friend who was raised to be both a servant and a hitwoman for the kuzuryu clans heir (fuyuhiko) and was raised to be a tool since birth however we know that her feelings for kuzuryu are 100% genuine and she will do anything for him even take a murder out of his own hands so she can take the fall for him but what if kuzuryu well this is best displayed in chapter two when he confesses that he didn’t care that Peko was raised to be a tool and just wanted to be with her and was begging for her not to go to the point where he tried to interfere with the execution and got slashed in the process. The amount of devotion between the two is fantastic and bittersweet and the same time when you have a couple so devoted to each other they are willing to face death for the other

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I’m not crying you’re crying!

Number 2

Makoto naegi x kyoko kirigiri

The hero and the heroine but which one is which

What can I say that hasn’t already been said these two probably have the most progressive relationships in the series from unlikely Allies to devoted partners these two have earned their place in the fandom

And now for my number one pick a tragic ship that was simply never meant to be

Number one

Hajime hinata/izuru kamakura x Chiaki nanami

This is probably the most tragic ship for me on this list by a pair with a bond so strong it transcends memory

The pair consists of a boy with no talent but wants one and girl who has a talent but sees no value in it and both end up positively impacting the other hajime started to realize talent isn’t everything and Chiaki starts to see her talent can be useful sadly thanks to someone beating(literally) it into hajime that he’s nothing more than a talentless scrub this leads hajime into the kamukura project and Chiaki suffers a tragic death impaled and betrayed by the person you loved most as she’s in tear because she didn’t want hajime to be talented she just wanted him alone (reminds you of another couple don’t it) but hajime’s love for her remains enough to get izuru to start shedding tears over her death

In 2dr2 Chiaki is hajime’s closest ally backing him up in trials and keeping him out of trouble all this comes to head when Chiaki is revealed to be the traitor and hajime is in the most denial he’s ever been in he doesn’t want to believe that his closest friend is the traitor but sadly is forced to do so

In the final chapter hajime’s memory of nanami is enough to inspire him towards the future and even helps deal the final blow to junko

Regardless of your stance on this ship its clear that these two have a strong bond that still persists regardless of it and that makes this my favorite Danganronpa ship of all time

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone

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my-mt-heart · 10 months

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Please humour me, and thanks in advance for putting up with my rant.

I recently started a rewatch of twd to help pass the time while I wait for twd:dd in September, and this question keeps coming back to me.

How long has Daryl been in love with Carol, while she has no idea? What do you think?

I think from season 1, but he didn't really know it himself till the start of season five, where they reunited in the forest, and since then has either been too scared to do anything about it, too occupied by everything that has happened to the group in the years since to allow himself to feel/pursue it, or he's genuinely felt that he doesn't deserve her/she deserves better, OR all/combination of the above.

Carol, on the other hand, I think only realised the extent of her own feelings at the end of season 11. The looks they shared while Magna's group was crying over Luke (almost like they were so grateful that the other was still alive, and it could have so easily been one of them crying over the other's death), and then the looks again later when they were waiting for Judith to wake up after surgery, really tells me that in those moments they both realised something significant about how they feel for each other, and how a future isn't promised and that they could lose each other for good at any moment.

And don't get me started on their farewell scene because it broke my heart; once again, these two did the selfless thing and put others' safety and happiness over their own. They each decided to go on a journey to help/save someone else. The way Daryl looked back at her for one last time after getting on the bike was almost like he was hoping she'd tell him to stay.

In Judith's words, "You [Daryl] deserve a happy ending too"!!! and he'll only really come to believe this once it's too late and he's stuck across an ocean, trying to get back to them.

And my queen, Carol, will cross an ocean to find him; I'm gonna cry just thinking about it. I love them so much.

Let me know what you think. Am I being delusional? I want to know how someone else sees this.

I’m overdue for a rewatch myself, I just haven’t felt motivated lately. I think there are a lot of clues pointing to Daryl and Carol developing feelings for each other early on like you said, but they *both* needed time to sort it out for themselves. Grief kept piling on over the years, insecurities deepened, and while their love only grew, they both went through periods of believing they weren’t good enough for each other. I think Daryl overcame it in the last couple seasons, hence “I know where I’m supposed to be.” Hence, why Daryl’s alleged uncertainty in the spinoff makes zero sense.

To be completely honest, I hated their last scene(s) together. I hated that one of the most anticipated moments—exchanging I loves you’s—was used to distract the audience from what was really happening i.e. Daryl leaving Carol. I don’t think it was a selfish or a selfless choice on his part because I don’t think there was any emotional realism to it at all. He had a spinoff to get to 🤷🏻‍♀️😑 I do think Carol was trying to make it easier for Daryl to go, but that just exposes a much sadder truth which is—after 11 seasons and even a time jump of one year—Carol *still* hasn’t healed from her insecurities/trauma. She *still* thinks Daryl could be happier without her. In an EW interview, Melissa chose the song “Crazy” by Patsy Cline to represent the end of Carol’s story. That speaks volumes. There were a handful of characters TWD owed honorable endings and they butchered all of them, but Carol’s was the worst.

The point I’m getting to is no, you aren’t delusional. It’s just that the spinoff has *a lot* to make up for. Do I think it can? Based on what we know about S2, yes. Am I ready to give up my cynicism? No. Not yet, but I hope to soon 😵‍💫

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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achy-boo · 11 months

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My Beautiful Angel

This is gift of @dxmoness

Kurayami x Dxmoness

Kurayami, the troubled middle child, is the talk of the town of Plainfield, New Jersey. He was introverted, cold, and expressionless to other people when he first moved here with his family. Due to his appearance and his personality, nobody had ever come to him to get to know him. ‘He is too intimidating. His aura is very alarming!’ the people of the town say and even some of his new neighbors are scared of him. He was alone, angry but in all..he was sad. “Everyone is afraid of me.” The male looked at his feet while sitting on the front porch of his new house. “I will be your friend.” He looks up to see Dxmoness, a girl who Kurayami just noticed. “Y-You will be my friend?” He asked the female who nodded her head. “Yup!” Kurayami then closed his eyes and smiled. “Aight. Hope you do not get bored of me. I’m Kurayami and you?” “I am Dxmoness.” Kurayami gently grabbed the female’s hand and kissed her knuckles lightly. “A beautiful name…for an angel like you.” Kurayami spoke, making the female blush at the gesture of the tall male.

Everyday, Kurayami and Dxmoness hang out together. Dxmoness actually finds out why Kurayami doesn't have friends. Everything about him is terrifying but his eyes are alarming. Blood red eyes along with his black hair with silver tips is a scary mix but to Dxmoness, he is handsome. She compliments Kurayami whenever he feels insecure of himself, making the male blush and trying to his blushing face but he always smiles at her when he does.

“Hello Dxmoness.” Kurayami says, standing in their normal meet up spot, at the gate of his house. “Kura! HI!” Dxmoness smiles and waved at him as the male chuckles, shaking his head. “You still called me that huh?” Kurayami smirked at Dxmoness who smirked back. “You did not stop me when I called you that.” “Because I don’t have a heart to stop you. You are so cute when you call me by that nickname.” His teasing makes the female blush and lightly punches his shoulder. “Stop it. You tease.” She pouts at him. “You like it~.” Kurayami spoke in a singing voice, laughing as Dxmoness began to hit him. “Aight aight! I will stop! I will stop!” The male spoke in between laughs. Dxmoness pouts at him and crosses her arms. “You are lucky that you are attractive.” Kurayami smirked at Dxmoness who turned away and walked off, making him chase after her. “OI~! Wait up!” The male laughed and now walked beside her. “So you want to go to the cafe I heard my mother talk about?” Kurayami asked the small female who nodded her head. “Yes please.”

Once they made it to the cafe, Kurayami opened the door for her. “Ladies first.” Dxmoness giggled and walked past him, winking at him. “Thank you Kura.” This made Kurayami blush and walk in after her, mumbling at her cuteness and catching him off guard. Kurayami orders his and Dxmoness choices of drink and food. “Okay. Let's take a seat.” Dxmoness says as Kurayami leads her to the table in the back of the cafe. “There. So nobody can interrupt nor hear us. It is a good thing. I would rather spend my time with you.” Kurayami gives Dxmoness a sweet and gentle smile that he rarely shows to anyone but his family. “Kura…do you have a crush on someone?” Dxmoness asked the male who froze in his seat. “!! Y-Yes I do. But I will tell you in front of your house..” Kurayami said with light red cheeks, making Dxmoness’s heart hurt with sadness but she will wait for his answer after this.

They both spend the rest of the day, chatting and gossiping about the people in Kurayami’s old hometown. Kurayami then paid for everything and walked Dxmoness home since it was nighttime and he wanted her to be safe. He stopped at the front door of Dxmoness's house and spoke. “I have a crush on you. You were the first person to be my friend. You stayed by my side even after people warned you about me. I love you. Please..let me be selfish and ask you to stay by my side.” Dxmoness smiled warmly as she hugged him. “Of course I will stay by your side and I love you too.” Kurayami hugged her back and cried softly, feeling relief that his feelings were accepted. The male pulls himself out of the hug and kisses Dxmoness’ cheek. “Have a good night, My beautiful Angel.” Kurayami waited until the girl is in her house before walking to his house.

What a wonderful feeling to have, no? Being loved for who you are and never anything else. A truly wonderful feeling indeed.

@dxmoness hope you like the food~!

#the hidden mansion library #Kurayami Tsuki #The Trouble middle Child

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buckysbabygorl · 2 years

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Full Boyle

Summary: Y/N gets sappy about a TV show

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: relationship insecurity

Brooklyn Nine-Nine is a comedy. With that, it really shouldn’t have plucked at her heart strings as much as it did.

But here she was, stifling a sob as she curled up in her blanket on her balcony.

Lost in herself, she forgot that Bucky was coming by. She was startled by the rapt on the glass sliding door.

This wasn’t new for him, walking in to Y/N in the “sad times” as she put it, balled up in her duvet in the later hours of the night. She said the cold helped her think, calm her down. He understood it, he just didn’t like seeing her sad.

She turned, and he gave her a sad smile.

“What’s up, kid?”

She sighed, wiping under her nose with the back of her hand.

“I wanna go Full Boyle with someone.”

Bucky looked at her, odd. Usually, he never needed context. He was used to her declarations in times of intense emotions, whether it be positive or negative, but this time he was a little out of the loop.

“Okay…” he clambered out onto the balcony, shutting the door behind him. “I don’t know what that means.”

He shuffled around the corners of her duvet, careful not to step on them, before sitting beside her.

“It’s from a TV show.”

Bucky nodded, “So “full Boyle"?"

He started with a question, asking is that the right thing without actually asking.

She hummed, and he continued.

“Full Boyle, is a good thing then—because you wanna go…there.”

She chuckled, sniffling as she shook her head.

“Technically it’s not. But it’s genuine.”

Bucky squinted.

“Y/N, sometimes I can follow but this time I’m gonna need you to talk it out.”

She purses her lips. “There’s a character in the show, this guy, when he gets in a relationship he gets all intense and is like—overwhelmingly himself that it scares relationships away.”

Bucky’s mouth hung in a small awe.

“Right—and you wanna be that because …”

She rolled her eyes, “Let me finish. He does this all the time, but the one time he does it it actually works out. The person he loves is all for it. They’re just… on the same page. They want the same things, they match each other’s energy.”

Bucky nodded, but let her continue.

“I know it’s not real, but something about that seems so nice. Just—getting to be fully myself. Everyone tells him not to be that way, but on a whim he found the person he was supposed to be with, and then did exactly what everyone said not to and was just—unapologetically him.”

She turned to face him. Bucky swallowed.

“I wanna do that Buck. I want to be me with the right person. Stupid, and dramatic, and open about my feelings and just into it without having to tiptoe about who I am. Someone that doesn’t run just because I showed them me. I don’t have to build it up or ween them into full me. I wanna go Full Y/N.”

Bucky held her eyes.

Hm.

Imagine being with someone like that.

Imagine someone willing to accept all parts of you, and respecting them, loving them. Imagine someone knowing what you’re like and just taking that as is, no questions asked.

Imagine they know when you’re sad by your habits, imagine they come into conversation with no judgement, imagine they love the quirks in your conversation even if it’s awkward that there’s no prologue to the main point of discussion.

Imagine your best friend being in love with you since the very start, and loving the Full Y/N.

Bucky bit his lip.

“I get it.”

She smiled softly, tears still in her eyes.

“I know you do.”

She leaned into him, head on his shoulder.

“And that’s a two way street—I’m not selfish. They can be Full Boyle with me too.”

Bucky chuckled.

“I’m sure they can.”

They listened to the night, crickets quietly accompanying the wind. The avengers compound, as modern and technological as it was, was surprisingly a very serene place to be. Surrounded by nature with no neighbors, it made for nice moments like this.

“I’m sure you’ll find your Boyle, Y/N. Someone’s gonna love every part of you and you’ll love every part of them.”

He shrugged his shoulder, bumping her head softly. He let himself sink into the night, he knew he wouldn’t say anything now. Maybe when her feelings weren’t so raw, or so new.

But he thought he should soon. After all, it’s what Full Boyle would do.

“Just gotta wait for the right one to come along.”

A/N: Look I don’t know what this is but I’m in my feelings so please accept me and it. Thank you.

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@cuddlycalcifer @babyblue-07 @babybluereads @lonewolf471 @agni-l

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blazingstar24 · 1 year

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The whole encounter with Ludinus is so interesting and reveals quite a bit about himself.

From his rant about power, one could say he’s got that wizard envy since other caster class don’t need to study and he’s being a little bitch about it (he is, I love him for that). But I think it also shows that Ludinus is very much about not having a reliance on others.

Apart from sorcerers, which he has allied himself with, the other two magic classes that he seems to have singled out are warlocks and clerics. Both of which get their powers through faith and worship, and by a pact to a patron. Warlocks and clerics by nature are relying on something else for their power. They can be stripped of that at any time. Power is a tool he said. And Ludinus is someone who refuses to let go of that tool once it is in his hand. And in his eyes, reliance on others, especially things like the gods is a one way ticket to losing that tool. Probably even extending to why he doesn’t have friends. He needs to be self sufficient.

He’s also got a weird roundabout way of being power hungry. Because he full on scoffed at Imogen implying that she would join them because it was nice to feel powerful. A stereotypical power hungry person would agree with Imogen. They like power and gaining it because it makes them feel superior, it feels nice to have so strong. But Ludinus’s power hungry tendencies here show off the thing that usually this quest for power hides. The insecurity in one’s own actual strength and power. In a way, the power Ludinus hoards is almost similar to how Vex isn’t greedy, she’s just someone who had nothing and want to keep what she does get and never be in a place where she has nothing again.

It’s so clear that Ludinus collects these “tools” because his life’s work demands it. He cannot be without power because then he is everything he doesn’t want to be. Mortal and powerless. It’s not only that he feels superior that he wields so much power, it’s that he needs it. And the difference from Vex’s situation is in that Vex’s issue comes from a place of trauma. And while it’s possible and honestly is coming from a place of trauma for Ludinus too, it’s more of a deflection tactic from actually self reflecting. Vex’s greed is a trauma response to having nothing and suffering because of that. Ludinus’s power hoarding is so he doesn’t have to reflect on the idea that maybe the Calamity happened due to mortal hubris, that Molaesmyr was also hubris.

If he becomes as powerful as he says they are, then he’s right and doesn’t have to reflect at all. And even if he did, could he really stop now? It really seems to reveal that he’s saying that mortals were so powerful that the gods got scared and ran. But really the one who is afraid is him. He refuses to watch the world burn again but that implies he’s afraid of the gods.

And then we have his encounter with Kadija implies that Ludinus sees himself as a hero. That he’s doing what no one else is willing to do, but they’ll thank him in the end. (Very MCU Thanos of him. And a bit of BSD Fyodor) You could say his thing about not liking to rob people of their will is a lie. And that’s probably the right answer. But that possibility that it’s not? That he does feel bad? That Ludinus is a means to an end sort of person? There’s this pattern in Ludinus’s approach to things that implies further that he sees himself as this hero trying to bring the truth to the people. He doesn’t force Imogen to join like Otohan. He explains what he believes and hopes she agrees and sees his version of the truth. He calls the Grim Verity “ignorant masses”. There’s this air of “you just don’t understand. I’m trying to help us, to save us”

He’s such a different sort of villain that what came before. Delilah, the Chroma Conclave, and Vecna were all just evil and had selfish goals. Trent and Lucien/The Somnovem also fall into that sort of evilly selfish and doing things to conquer the world type. But Ludinus? He seems to genuinely think that he’s doing everyone a favor. The saying is that every villain thinks they are the hero. But Ludinus hardcore believes that, imo.

Very excited to see where the story goes from here!

#ludinus da'leth #cr spoilers #cr meta #am i probably reading too much into that encounter?#yes yes i am #but ludinus is just such a fascinating character #like damn bitch who built u like this?#like half the shit he says contradicts the very next thing he’ll say #but then also it makes sense and then reveals like ten new things about him #shaking the elf like a snowglobe: reveal your backstory u old bitch

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wrymbloods · 2 years

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WIP THURSDAY.

♡ - i was tagged by @arklay to post one of my wips, thank you so much! i dont have any art im working on atm, so heres my buncove oneshot that might never be finished woops

“I’m sorry…” She whispered.

The hand that was stroking her hair moved to her face to gently wipe away the tears that still clung to her cheek, a gesture she had done for him so many times.

“Please don’t apologise, Bunni. Please… I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re not deserving of comfort.”

“But… It…” He heard her take a shaky breath, her free hand fiddling with the fabric of her dress. There were a few moments of silence before she continued her sentence, Cove straining to hear her quiet voice. “It’s selfish of me…”

“Do you think I’m being selfish when I cry to you?”

“What?” Bunni looked up at him, panic in her eyes. “Of course not.”

Cove gave her a bent smile as he gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Then neither are you.”

She let out a deep sigh, eyebrows furrowing up, leaning forward to place her forehead on his shoulder again. He knew that she was avoiding his stare, not wanting to agree with what he said but not denying it either.

“I just… I don’t… Everythings changing and I’m going to be alone and I’m just so scared, what if I don’t know what I’m doing or… Or I fail. What if I’m not good enough?”

He placed a kiss on her temple as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tight.

“I know it’s hard for you to see, but I truly believe that there’s nothing you can’t do and I know you’re going to be so successful. And you know, I’m always here for you Bunni. Whether you’re feeling lonely or need to be comforted, whatever the reason is, no matter what time it is, I’ll always answer your calls.” He gently ran a hand up and down her back, leaning his head against hers. “I always want you to rely on me, Bunni. I love you so much.”

He felt the warmth in her cheeks as she pressed closer into his shoulder, taking in a stuttered breath.

“I love you too.” She spoke delicately. “But… Is it too late to go through with the pretzel plan?”

Caught off guard, Cove let out a surprised laugh, thrilled to hear Bunni join in, the joke releasing tension from both their bodies. As he felt her start to sit back up, his arms trailed from her back to her shoulders, gently running down her arms before taking her hands in his own. He couldn’t help the warmth that spread throughout him as he saw the smile now on her face, the concern gone from her eyebrows.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

He felt seconds from combusting as a nervous laugh escaped and gripped her hands tighter, wanting to hide from his embarrassment but not wanting to look away from her adoring smile either. Quietly he replied; “You didn’t have to do anything.”

Hearts racing, Bunni moved forward to place her forehead against his, her smile becoming giddy as Coves compliments never failed to turn her insides to putty. Falling into a comfortable silence, both used this as a chance to calm their beating hearts. It was so easy to fall into these silent moments. Being with each other was as easy as breathing, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Leaning back, Bunni broke the trance they were in and took a steadying breath, Cove noticing the blush building up in her cheeks. She took a second to look down at their clasped hands before returning to the eye contact they held.

“Can… Can you kiss me?”

Cove felt his face burning up, heart skipping a beat due to her delicate request. His love for her was so immense it felt as though one day it would all become too much, spilling out of every crevice and his mind would be consumed with thoughts of only her. Letting go of her hands to place both of his on her cheeks, he tried to pass on these feelings in his kiss, needing her to know how much he cherished her, that despite all her insecurities and anxiety telling her otherwise, it was her that he wanted to spend the rest of his days with. He wanted to convey everything in his kiss, the way she made him feel so comfortable in his emotions, how blessed he was to have someone who understood him so deeply and love him despite his cracks, how immensely he loved her, so much so that he was scared he would drown in his love one day, he needed her to know everything. Moving his hand from her cheeks to her neck, they trailed down her back to her waist before settling under her thighs, lifting her up as he moved further onto his bed and settled against his headboard, gently lowering her down onto his lap, the soft fabric of her milkmaid style dress flowing out so that he was able to feel the warmth of her thighs through his jeans.

“S-sorry… Was that too much?”

Shaking her head, she let out a nervous laugh, Cove not being able to look away from the way her blush travelled to her ears. “No… It- It’s perfect.”

A shiver ran down Cove's spine as they both fell into each other again, their lips slotting together so easily, each perfectly in tune with the other's actions.

#posting a big chunk cause i honestly dont remember which bits ive posted and which i havent #anyways i dont think ill ever finish this oof #i realised i really dont like my writing so that makes it hard to continue #maybe ill finish it eventually but not anytime soon probs #anyways #thanks again for tagging me leah ily !!!#tag game.

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jeekyl · 2 years

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Station19 : 6x02 : Are station19 ok ?

The obvious theme on this episode and the last one is clearly Maya and Jack the two messed up people of this station. But are They ?

TW : mention of sexual assault Because believe me when i say, Vic is next into spiraling out of control. She being all “ oh Carina married Maya without knowing that she’s a blackmailler” bitch shut up, you’re next. You know what Karma is ? watch it. , jesus, Vic honey why are you opening up your mouth ? why ? she hide her pregnancy, she spend her time lying and being oblivious and she open her mouth gossiping ? why ? just shut up. That all i have to say. Beside the fact that she is insecure and selfish too. Wanna talk about the time you didn’t care about Theo’s feeling? Your body, your choice, won’t argue it, won’t dispute it, it’s you’re right. When theo talk to her, she didn’t care. And basically theo said “ i cried, because i was hurt you ignore me and left me out”. But Vic espect the other shoe to drop, but why ? Is it because you know that you left him out of you decision ? again your body your choice but at least talk to your patner, say “ listen i don’t want a child right now, maybe later, but for now i’m not ready, can you accept that?”

Travis is being out there stating over and over again the same thing while his station encourages him while ignoring what he is saying. Jesus. Travis have always said he want to run for mayor to steal vote from dickson, great name for a great pun. He never said he wanted to be mayor, he said i want to run for mayor so dickson can’t be, can be any other person.

Amusing how Ross use it and the firefighter names to provoke dickson. Jack is just out of control but he has being for a while, for those who missed it, rewatched it will be obvious. dude learn he is a bother an uncle, wanted to rekindle with his foster sibling but failed miserably, understandably i must say, being in the foster system is never kind, he literally admit that he was sexually abused so.. there’s that, Carina was abuse mentaly and sexually because it was the theme of the day. Sorry but at this point if Maya goes to a therapist and say that her father abused her more than physically i will not be surprise, she start to spiraled after Andy’s attacked, so there’s that. Beside Carina trying for a child which doesn’t help that Maya is going out of hand and hurting. She’s scared, hurt, fells like being rejected, inside and out, literally. So yeah she’s hurting and still in control somewhat. Watch out for Italian women they are strong. I think that she’s hurt that, her wife doesn’t trust her enough to tell her something as important as the backmailled, but more importantly, why Maya wants to be captain. For her it’s because Maya have a goal that she have to obtain. But : Something Carina doesn’t get or at least don’t understand, Maya have choose her. Yeah she reverted back to her old self, but Maya have made Carina her priority. Her captaincy is because being a person or people pleaser isn’t easy to get ride off. But Maya did choose her, She doesn’t care if she’s promoted back to probe as long as it’s fair. Her demotion isn’t fair. Her watching sullivan and beckett being at each other throat for the post is just ridiculous at this point. Yeah beckett is sober, allegedly, but how can we know ? Andy did most of the work as much as captain and as a lieutenant. Maya at this point barely care about her job, she cares that she his helping and that her wife is happy, and now ? none of that works. She’s demoted for unfairly reason, she pointed out the obvious ( do we need to talk about the time she call Diane for help for the death of George Floyd because she didn’t know how to help and clearly her team was affected or are we going to ignore that?) She see her team, but right now she can’t see them because the team is a wreck, the team is messed up, all because, she decided that saving a life was more important than a lawsuit, that they would win btw. She was saving a life, like a doctor would do. Like a fucking firefighter is supposed to do. Anyway. She prioritize a life over paper. At what point did fighting fire and being a paramedic come over paper ? i don’t know, ask Travis. He would know either anyway. She did nothing wrong, but she is punish, and right now she is pushed back into her childhood where her father would treat her unfairly and smash a boll into the wall because she help someone in needs. Ring a bell ? If not, re watch. Pretty sure you’ll see it. Someone point out that Maya isn’t that bad, and that her treatment is more or less unfair. She help a life, and got blame for it, she was so aware that she saw what no one else saw, and Ross as long as sullivan deny it, and beckett who was drunk during work, brought out by sullivan got away with it with nothing. Sullivan, beckatt and at this point Ross is in the wrong and they still think they are right. That communication. And Fuck these people need to talk. Bring Back Diane for the love of god because those people are so not okay.

#station 19 #maya and carina #anti sullivan #anti beckett #travis montgomery #vic hughes #thro ruiz #Carina deluca bishop

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no no no! i got it now. that’s so cool! 🤩

TC!dad!JK

the woman sizes you up and down; sensing strong emotions all over you. she takes your hand, closes her eyes, and can see all kinds of colors around you. when she’s finished analyzing each color of your aura, she requests to speak with you alone which you nod your head and lead the woman outside of jungkook’s office so the two of you could talk.

“so” you begin “what did you see? can you ‘fix’ me?”

“it’s not about ‘fixing’ you, child. it’s about helping you understand and speak how you feel into existence. your feelings, aura…they’re strong. from what i could see, you’re sad. very sad and insecure with yourself. what is it you’re sad about?”

“i’m not sad. insecure? since when?”

“there is no need to lie to me, queen y/n. i’ve no doubt in my mind you’re in a deep depression from both postpartum and your relationship with the king…whom you love”

love?! okay…is this woman crazy? you love the king? jungkook? JEON JUNGKOOK?!

“excuse me?! no. nononono. you obviously didn’t see that right”

iseul smirks. “if that is not true, why create another human life with him?”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!! it happened and-and it wasn’t planned, okay?!”

“it may have been an accident but making love with the king wasn’t. you two care about one another, no need to feel ashamed queen y/n. he’s seen you barer than i’ve seen you”

clearly, you’re in denial. what iseul is saying has you running your fingers through your long locks of hair and stressed. you won’t deny your depression but love? in love with the king? with the man that constantly blames you for everything? no way. it just isn’t right.

“why are you so ashamed to admit your feelings for the king?”

“because i don’t feel anything for him! he doesn’t feel anything for me so why should i? it was a mistake and it’ll never happen again”

iseul shakes her head. you were radiating strong colors of green and she has a feeling that this won’t be the only child you share with jungkook. instead of revealing that to you, she decides to not to tell you because revealing too much may overwhelm you and you’ll walk away.

“you may not feel like it but you’re an important asset to both the kingdom and the king. your aura is composed of a beige, golden-like color. it means comfort, wisdom, simplicity, and trust and you want someone who will understand that. the king will understand if you tell him but how will he know when you keep secrets?”

“iseul, right? listen, your ‘king’ is, excuse my language but, he’s an asshole. when i try to be transparent he’s cold to me”

“why do you think that?”

“BECAUSE HE’S CRAZY OBVIOUSLY!!”

“hmm, perhaps he is. didn’t you fake your death and hide your pregnancy from him?”

your eyes widen “he told you that?”

“these walls talk, my queen. they told me every detail there is to know about you. in no way am i saying what the king did to you was right but two wrongs don’t make a right. so why did you hide your pregnancy?”

although your walls are built up high and mighty, eventually you do put them down and decide to come clean about how you feel about everything.

“i hid it because i was scared. i…i thought i was going to get rid of the baby but i didn’t want to. i know i should’ve told jungkook but i couldn’t bring myself to. since you said these walls talk then you must know everyone in this palace isn’t too happy about a woman without royal blood being ruler and i knew if i put it out that i was pregnant people would chastise me even more. i hid it from him because i was selfish and didn’t realize he needed to process it just like i had to and i robbed him of that. we didn’t talk for the rest of my pregnancy term because of it but i hoped that if i told the maid to have him there for the delivery he’d forgive me but clearly he doesn’t”

“you wanted him there for the birth of his son?”

you nod your head. “maybe it’s love, i don’t know but i do care about him”

iseul smiles so there is hope for this relationship.. she wipes the tears threatening to spill from your eyes and says “you both need to talk to each other and become cordial for the baby. all this animosity doesn’t hurt anyone but the son you both share. take your time to enjoy parenthood together, okay?”

you nod your head and rise to your feet, pulling iseul up with you.

“and remember your worth. you’ll become a great queen for this kingdom, your highness. but you must believe it”

“you’re right. thank you ms. iseul this was…i really needed this. you should look at jungkook’s aura. what color is his aura? i bet it’s pink, red, blue, hmmm…purple? i don’t know”

“maybe you should ask him”

when you both walk back inside jungkook’s office, you’re met with your smiling son and goofy husband and their interaction puts a smile on your face.

“we are back. it is safe to say that things should be a little smoother now and the queen has a few things to tell you”

“but before it gets serious, can i know your aura color? i think it’s red”

or maybe his is the same as yours?

~🫧

Jungkook laughs.

You’re so cute when you’re curious, and he’s really glad to see that you’re not crying now because it hurts his heart a lot.

“My aura colours according to miss Isuel are maroon which represents force, depth, and passion..” he scratches the back of his head because that’s literally the truth. He’s forceful and his feelings have a huge depth- and he is a really passionate person- lover.

“Black. Which represents elegance, wealth, restraint, and power… haha quite fitting, purple because it’s associated with rarity and royalty and lastly red..” he looks into your eyes, his eyes full of emotions. “Hatred, anger, aggression, passion, heat and war.”

The Analysis for his color palette are really accurate so now he’s wondering what are the colors of your soul? “Haha… so… yn? Do you like miss Isuel? I don’t think you’re aware of this, but she actually helped my mother with her postpartum depression and. She had nursed me too as my mother was recovering for sometime…” he says, Jinseoul is cooing, and Jungkook melts.

“Her talent is beyond Amazing isn’t it? She could analyze our son, but he’s too young right now.” He laughs. “ if you want she could stay with you and whenever you’re struggling and I fail to understand you.. You could talk to her she’s like a mother to me.”

He makes sure to rock jinseoul. So he doesn’t get fussy but it’s kind of hard being a father… he’s also struggling just like you, but yours is way worse. “Ahhh she is saying that you have something to tell me, so what is it?”

#ask: tc!jungkook #his colors are really fitting hehe #Someone analyze my color palette 😭

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