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stressfulsloth · 9 months
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I've seen a couple of takes about Disco Elysium being copaganda going around recently, and beyond the fact that DE is relentlessly critical of the police force in general and makes explicit reference to the failures of the system that allow the officers in game to abuse their power, I also think it's important to note that there very literally is an in-world version of copaganda that the writers of the game use to parody that romanticised view of the brutality of policing. The RCM at their inception were structurally inspired by in-world copaganda- their culture, their "fashions, even weapon preferences, borrow heavily from classic Vespertine cop shows." Every investigation is it's own little drama, every officer imagining themselves to be the bad-ass hero of their own crime serial. Detectives name their cases like they're naming episodes of a TV series in a "robust but literary system"; a title that "draws inspiration from snoop fiction and Vespertine cop show staples". They give themselves nicknames to sound like cool, suave fictional officers- Ace, Dick Mullen, etc.- from the cool, suave world of copaganda.
The legend of the RCM's inception, the "point of contention" over its uncertain origins, is even an extention of that; the whole organisation is shrouded in this self-fictionalising mythos that allows for distance that in turn obfuscates much of its violence to the officers that participate in it. They get to convince themselves that they're not abusing their power; they're the hero of the story! The dichotomy of "good guy" taking out the "baddies," a manifestation of the libertarian fantasy of the "good guy with a gun" who does what it takes, just like in Annette's detective novels, and at the same time who rails against oversight bodies like Internal Affairs/'the rat squad' because due process slows down the immediate satisfaction of Swift Justice, despite Internal Affairs existing to protect the citizens from overreach on behalf of the police. "Wanton brutality" from police in their real world is a cold bitter reality but Dick Mullen was "made to crack skulls," "bend the rules and solve cases no one else can," and which version of that story is more comforting to the overworked, underfunded officers of the RCM?
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The level of fantasy and detachment required for the cops to still see themselves as the good guys after everything that they do in the line of duty mimics The Pigs and her breakdown too; she parallels Harry so clearly. Both "did right by the kids" in the past, hoping for a better future- Marianne (The Pigs) by looking out for Titus and the Hardy boys when they were young, Harry in his role as a gym teacher. Both abandoned and left behind by the system that the RCM uphold- a brutal capitalist landscape with no safety nets. Both turning the source of their trauma into a costume, a performance, a shield, shaped by "radio waves and cop shows." The Pigs uses RCM items scavenged from the Esperance where they'd been thrown away, while Harry uses the Dick Mullen hat that Annette gives him but both are essentially in costume.
Harry identifies himself with the fictional detective as a kind of wish fulfilment; Dick Mullen is "wicked smart." He doesn't fuck up his cases and when he's sad it's not pathetic; it's effortlessly cool brooding and everyone sympathises. Everyone loves him. His violence- "skull crack[ing]"- is justified because he's a "good guy" enacting that violence against the victims of police brutality sorry "bad guys". He doesn't ever face repercussions; "Dick Mullen won't be sent to the clink for the sake of some legal niceties!" So if Harry is Dick Mullen then his failures, his breakdown, they're all just a part of being a "bad-ass, on-the-edge disco cop." He's not wrong, he's a hero! This idealised fictionalised idea of the police force, this "new, sadly better, reality" that both Harry and The Pigs cling to is "escapist stuff," "receed[ing] into a ludicrous fantasy world," so far removed from the brutal material reality that they're in.
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My point is, idk. Disco Elysium is so far from being copaganda. It is a multi-million word long dissection of it, of the purpose of policing, of state sanctioned violence and its interaction with capital and the fallout experienced within the wider community as well as the trauma cycle created for individual officers. A dissection of how copaganda interacts with RCM culture and perception, and by extension how we interact with irl perceptions of police through that lens.
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nyaagolor · 3 months
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Ranking the Ace Attorney main cast on whether or not I think they'd be a narc
I was making a more coherent, serious post about the different approaches to justice each of the characters have and how that is shaped by their backstory... and then I realized a funnier question is what they would do if they saw you eating a weed brownie so I made this post instead
Phoenix: In the trilogy era, yes. He trusts people, but believes that trust has to be built on pursuing justice and always accepting the harsh reality. He'd be sad about it, but a narc nonetheless. In his Beanix era he's making his money through "totally legal gambling" and on the hunt for questionably legal evidence so I have no doubt in my mind there's a pot farm under the WAA for supplemental income. He gives up his narc ways and for that I salute him
Apollo: If I were to pick a single member of this cast who is NOT invited to the rotation it would be him. He had zero hesitation throwing Kristoph to the wolves after working for him for years so I know he has absolutely zero qualms about ratting out his friends or coworkers. Loyalty means nothing in the eyes of justice and it means nothing to him. He's a narc.
Athena: She's gonna lecture you and look all sad about it, but she's no snitch. She's been through the rounds with Simon so she gets it. Having to know you hurt her feelings is enough of a punishment in her eyes
Edgeworth: He's not a narc but he IS obsessed with being right, so if you don't immediately fess up with exactly what you're doing he's going to send your stoned ass to the chess dimension and honestly I think that's worse
Franziska: Unfortunately she is a cop. Narc.
Godot: Diego-era yeah he's a narc, but after the coma? I feel like he has better things to worry about, he would just ignore you. He has some soul searching to do and some grief complexes to unlearn he doesn't have the time to be a lil snitch. Post prison I think he's stoned somewhere in Kurain and chillaxing, as is his right
Klavier: Don't let his rockstar attitude fool you he's a narc and extremely annoying about it. The gavinners tour bus is dry as hell and it's all Klavier's fault. Daryan offers him a line and he gets all uppity and says "the only LINE i want you doing is the third line in the prechorus, you keep messing up the syncopation" and that's the end of that discussion
Simon: He's been in prison so he knows what's up. Not a narc. Might glare at you until you share though
Nahyuta: He's a narc and will lecture you so long about it you're tempted to turn yourself in to get out of earshot. He also never forgets and never forgives. Datz is trying to reform him but it isn't going well
Sebastian: Yes, but I think the idea of him having to turn in someone for it would make him cry so they end up comforting him instead. Kay thinks he needs to try a weed brownie
Maya: I want you to look at me and tell me she doesn't smoke weed. Not a narc
Pearl: I think if she found out that her big sister figure smoked weed she would have a heart attack. Def a narc
Trucy: I can say with absolute certainty that if you really wanted weed she could find you a dealer faster than anyone in the cast. Trucy is a magician and has grown up around a variety of people involved with some seedier institutions, she knows better than to snitch. Has not been and will never be a narc
Kay: Will help you shoplift. Not a narc
Gumshoe: A narc on principle, but would feel really bad about it and would probably let you off with a warning if you started crying or acting upset because I think he's a softie. He's not unreasonable
Ema: If you think she has even the tiniest sliver of respect for cops you're lying to yourself. Not a narc and will actively help you evade police out of principle. A homie, honestly
Fulbright: Not only is he a narc but he definitely runs the DARE program at the local highschool and is printed on half the posters they put up in the precinct. I'm also like 80% sure he doesn't actually know how weed works
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okkotsuus · 1 year
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Hello, I like what you write, could you do a scenario of Isagi, Rin, Reo and Chigiri as your boyfriend reacting when your ex wants you back?Thank you😊
ex encounters (bllk pt.1) !
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you got me blushing anon <3
features: yoichi i. rin i. reo m. hyoma c.
content: bad exes. ig hurt comfort. they're adults. 1.8k words
tw for the exes: toxic relationship, cheating, gas lighting, narcissism, wrist grabbing, being physically imposing, acusations
pt.2 — pt.3 — pt.4
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isagi gets a little insecure but it all goes away when he sees how you look at him versus how you look at your ex, then he gets a little prideful.
you and isagi were getting coffee at your favorite cafe when someone tapped you on the shoulder. isagi had gone to the bathroom so you were all alone, and your rat-ass ex was standing in front of you. the man had cheated on you and had the audacity to try to gaslight you about it, so you promptly dumped him.
but that was about a year ago, you had been with isagi for around nine months. why was he here?
your expression very visibly fell as you looked at him, gaze cold and unbothered. you sipped your coffee while waiting for him to speak.
"baby, please take me back, i'll never do it again. i promise, i miss you so much-" you cut him off by holding your hand up. seeing as his jaw clenched you knew he was still the same person.
"no, not in a million years. besides, i have a boyfriend who actually loves me, and i love him." you watched as he rolled his eyes, looking at the empty seat in front of you, the only evidence of isagi was a plate of cheesecake, which you immediately knew wouldn't be enough.
"don't see him, must not be that great." your lip curled in disgust as you looked behind him to see isagi coming out of the bathroom.
your face lit up as you got up, shoving past the guy to hug him. isagi was confused as he hugged you back. he looked at the guy confused as you looked up at your boyfriend with a pout.
"yoichi, this is the rat." he immediately know who you were talking about, having heard the entire story from you. he nudged you behind him as he glowered at your ex, not amused.
"what're you here for, she's better off without you." the guy flinched, clearly recognizing isagi as japan's number one striker. he mumbled some obscenities before trailing off.
yoichi turned back to you, watching as your hardened gaze follwed your ex until he was out the door. when he was gone your eyes snapped to him, instantly softening and filling with adoration.
all of isagi's insecurities disappeared when he saw such fondness spread across your face. he took your hand and intertwined it with his, bringing them up to press a kiss to your knuckles.
"y'don't need to worry sunshine, i'll keep scarin' him away."
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rinnie is unbothered, if anything he's annoyed that you dated such a lukewarm, immature, imbecilic, tepid, moronic... okay, maybe he's a little jealous.
rin had gone to order your food while you sat in the booth of your favorite dinner. sipping your drink as you idly tapped on your phone while waiting for your beloved boyfriend to come back.
"yo, y/n? that you?" you heard his voice from a few feet away, your heart dropping. your ex, your first boyfriend, your only boyfriend before rin. why was he here? you moved away from university and broke up with him after finding out he was talking to other girls while you were gone. then, in your despair, you met rin. honestly, he was the reason you even had rin, so a part of you was faintly grateful.
you turned and saw him, he looked the exact same. maybe his hair was a little shorter and his features had sharpened, but he was the same boy that broke your heart. you felt a familiar sting behind your eyes as he walked to you, smiling as if he didn't make you bawl your eyes out on a bench in the rain.
"you look great, how's uni? you still trying to do sports med?" you just nodded while muttering out that university was good.
the conversation was very one-sided as he tried to catch-up while you gave one or two word responses.
"i know yer probably not happy t'see me. but i just wanted to ask if i could have another chance. i've really worked on myself these last two years, and i just miss you so much..." he trailed off and you felt your heart stop. there was no way, no actual way this was happening. you wanted to cry, scream, and hit him all at he same time.
you opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by a monotone, baritone sound that grounded you. "you're lukewarm, stop talking to them.”
rin. rin itoshi, your wonderful boyfriend, yet again he saves the day. your ex spun around angrily, before visibly flinching as rin towered over him.
"aren't you r-rin itoshi?" his tone was meek as he looked at you, in shock. he didn't believe that you knew a soccer powerhouse like this. right, you had forgotten. your ex played soccer an dreamed of going pro one day, unfortunately he wasn't good enough. you felt a bitter grin cross your face, he wasn't as good as rin; at soccer, or at winning your heart.
"yeah, and i'm their boyfriend. so piss off" rin's jaw was tight as he shoved past, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. rin knew who he was. rin had met you while you were crying over him, so this was incredibly important for him to instate his dominance.
your ex pathetically stalked away, very clearly crushed. rin sat down across from you and rest his chin on his hand. his eyes looked on you and were happy to see that your despondence was gone, replaced with love for him.
"he's pathetic, guess your standards went sky-high when you met me".
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reo just pulls out his black card and shows it to the dude with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, he isn't very threatened, not in a way he needs to let you see.
you were waiting for reo in the lobby of the mikage corporation building. you were supposed to go out for lunch but he got held up by something that needed to be done, so you were sitting in the lobby waiting. the last place you planned to see your ex was in the company your boyfriend was the president of.
"y/n, how strange to see you here." the hairs on your neck straightened as you turned to see your ex. he was terrible. a narcissist who constantly berated you on the slightest flaw, who blamed everything on you.
you blinked hoping that it was an illusion, but he was still there. and he was approaching. you stood and were about to leave when he grabbed you by the wrist, keeping you in place.
"this is good, i've been meaning to talk to you, but it seems my texts and calls aren't going through..." you shivered as you tugged your wrist from him, holding it close to your chest as you looked away.
he just continued, gaze drilling you further and further into the spot. "y'know you need me, can't do anything on your own. so let's just get back together."
you furiously shook your head, unable to speak. but when he just lurched further forwards you felt your heart stop, calling the only thing that came to mind.
"REO!!" your ex just laughed at you, but he was yanked back as you saw a familiar head of violet hair. your ex shouted as you huddled behind the suited back of your boyfriend, reo mikage.
"who the hell do you think you are?!" your ex was pissed as reo scoffed, shuffling around in his pocket. he then pulled out a black card and showed the man the name on the front.
"i'm reo mikage, president of mikage corporations. consider yourself fired." you watched as your ex fumed, reo shoving his card back into his wallet and holding you around your shoulder.
"I'LL SUE YOU, FOR EVERYTHING YOU ARE!!"
"do it. i have good lawyers, and we have camera and eyewitness evidence of you harassing them." he snapped and security dragged your ex out, he was kicking and screaming all sorts of obscenities.
reo kissed your cheek before hugging you tight, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.
"need to buy you a necklace with my last name on it, or maybe i'll just make it your last name too..."
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if anything he just laughs at you having to deal with your ex, but the second he gets too pushy, chigiri loses his laughs and instead stands by your side glaring at him.
you were on call with chigiri a he drove over to meet you outside your favorite restaurant. he had just hung up to park as you waited patiently for him.
"is that you baby?" you didn't expect to see your ex here, he lived on the other side of japan, you ensured this when you moved very far away from him. he was mean, yelled a lot, the generic asshole ex.
you spun around to see him, stepping back as you just stared. maybe if you don't say anything he'll go away-
"i'm so sorry, please take me back. i promise that i'll be nicer, i miss you so much." he stood in front of you pleading as you winced, very much not wanting to have this conversation.
"erm- no, i can't. i already have a boyfriend." it was then you saw chigiri standing a little further away as he giggled while sending you a smirk. he probably thought this guy was hitting on you, not an ex. chigiri knows you can handle yourself usually, but this was a special situation.
your ex looked at you with his teeth bared, first clenched by his side as he glowered down at you. "so you've already moved on, must've never loved me. probably cheated too..."
you backed up further as he glared at you, suddenly feeling chigiri's comforting presence and smelling his cologne. he had an arm wrapped around your waist as he glared at your ex.
when your ex saw him he stepped back a bit, chigiri was pretty tall. and your ex was all bark no bite. the man just stalked off while chigiri kissed your temple.
"sorry pretty, didn't know that was your ex, he's ugly anyways."
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valley-of-headcanons · 8 months
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Heyy! So I just found your stuff and it’s all super cute I love this kind of thing 😊 feel free to decline but do you think you could do a little fluffy one shot type thing where you’re just gaming with Sebastian and then whoops you both fall in love 😳
best gamer of all time || sebastian x reader oneshot
hanging out with your friends is always fun, but gaming alone with him may be your new favorite thing <3
warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff oh my god, you may suck at this game but you do NOT suck at winning his heart
requested by: @juleboo , this is such an adorable request! i'm sorry this took like forty billion years, life has decided to kick me off my feet, but im doing a lot better so yippeeeee. i hope you enjoy, hopefully it was worth the long wait 🙏
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Hanging out on a Saturday night was a ritual for you, Sebastian, Abigail, and Sam. You all rotate on who's place you hang out at, and tonight was Sebastian's. Abigail was laid out on the couch, Sebastian sitting on his bed, and you and Sam were on the floor. After a very intense game of Jackbox, with a lot of chaotic answers and laughter, it was nearing midnight.
“I cannot believe you put that! That was a direct jab at me and you know it!” Sam said towards Abigail's direction, obviously not actually upset.
“Then clean up the fuckin' pizza boxes in your room! That rat would've become your best friend if your mom didn't find him- wait- what time is it? ... oh shit, my dad is gonna kick my ass!” Abigail said, jumping up at lightning speed and grabbing her bag. “Sorry to kill the party, love you guys, if I get lectured one more time this week I am going to pull out my hair. Bye bye!”
And off she goes, leaving just as chaotic as she came. Sounds about right. The remaining three of you laughed, before Sam stood up and grabbed his things as well. “For some reason Mom wants me to come to church in the morning, she saw some lyrics to one of our songs and she kind of flipped her shit. Soooo, gotta atone for my sins. Have fun you two,” he said, sending a small wink Sebastian's way before making his way up the stairs.
You saw the wink, it definitely caught you off guard. You immediately snapped your head towards Sebastian. “What was that for?” you said with a smirk, which wasn't held for long. It slipped into a smile, moving from the floor to the now empty couch.
Sebastian's expression remained neutral, rolling his eyes. “Sam is always up to something, ignore him. Do you wanna stay and hang for a little while? I don't have anything to do tomorrow,” he said, looking towards the cabinet of games that sat beside his gaming console. He never asked anyone to stay later, especially when it's his night to host. He usually wants everyone out, Sebastian cherishes his alone time.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he asked you this, he actually wanted to spend more time with you? You felt so honored and special, of course you were going to stay. “Yeah, what did you wanna do?”
“I bought a game, it's co-op. Wanna try it out? It's a platformer, it seems pretty easy,” he said, walking over to the cabinet and grabbing the case. He made his way back over to you, showing you the back of the case, carefully studying your features. He wanted to make sure you were actually interested, and when your face lit up, he couldn't hold back a smile. It was rare for him, but it was perfect.
“Hell yeah, let's pop this bad boy in!” you said, sitting up excitedly and scooting over so that you two could share the couch. After 'popping that bad boy in', he sat next to you and handed you the controller.
Sebastian put on the tutorial before beginning to show you the controls. He described what to do, but due to your drowsiness from working all day, you just couldn't grasp what the controls were. “Here,” he mumbled, thinking for a moment before carefully putting his hands over yours.
“Alright, shoot with this button, alright?” he said, making sure not to get too close to you. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but these little touches were really nice ... he could get used to this.
“Mhm ...” you hummed, although your brain was short-circuiting. Every single thought in your brain was rendered useless in that moment, every place where you two touched felt like it was on fire. You clumsily tried to recreate his movements, shooting when he asked and jumping when he instructed. You learned the controls, but barely.
“Got it?” he said simply, slowly beginning to let go of you. He didn't really want to, but he didn't want to overstep your boundaries. He really cared about you, he didn't want to jeopardize that.
With a hesitant nod of confirmation, you two began the game. It was a mess, you definitely did not grasp the controls whatsoever. However, he enjoyed seeing what kind of trouble you got yourself into. How could you even get up there?
“Okay- when you jump, press the trigger to latch on to that cliff, and do NOT let go-” he tried to explain as you jumped with all of your might ... just to not even touch the cliff. Your body hit the floor with a splat, and you both sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at each other. Small snickers turned into full blown laughter, falling down onto the couch as you both held your faces.
“How the hell am I so stupid?? That was so easy! How the hell did I miss that??” you cackled, wiping the tears that began to fall from your eyes.
“I have no idea but it was one of the best things I've ever seen,” Sebastian's laughter began to quiet as he sat up, his gaze making its way down to you. You looked so perfect in the soft light of the television, so happy from the laughter that was encasing the both of you. He could not stop smiling.
“What?” you said softly, a gigantic grin on your face. You couldn't move, you just wanted to stay in this moment forever.
“... nothing. Just ... capturing this moment,” Sebastian said in a gentle tone, taking a deep breath before looking back at the screen. “You're a ghost now, but you can still help me and eventually I can revive you.”
You slowly sat up, but you had an idea. You slid a little closer to him than you were before, your legs touching. “Alright, I'll be the best fuckin' ghost in town,” you laughed, knowing you were bound to fuck it up but you had no care in the world. This was too fun.
He looked over at your legs touching, smiling even wider before continuing the game. He would ask you to do things as a ghost as you did ... with enough trial and error. He did notice that you kept adjusting and scooting closer and closer. He really liked this.
“Do you know how to freeze someone?" he asked, which you shook your head to. “Let me see this-” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you, definitely just wanting to help you see the controls. You were essentially sitting in his lap at this point, a soft pink blush creeping onto both of your faces.
His face was so close, pressed almost right up against yours ... you wanted to stay here forever, but you didn't want to say anything that would ruin the moment. Nervous silence held you two for a moment, before he did something that both of you wanted more than anything. He carefully kissed your cheek, before going back to the game as if nothing ever happened.
Your brain melted, a feeling of bliss overtaking your body. You've been waiting for that for ages. You slowly leaned back into his chest as he laid down his controller for a moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist for a moment, giving you a careful squeeze. You reached your arms up around his neck, hugging him back. Neither of you cared about the game anymore.
“Stay here tonight. If you want to,” Sebastian muttered softly, holding your body close to his. He didn't dare let go, and neither did you.
You stayed there that night, you stayed wrapped up in his arms until the daylight and you had to work on your farm. But you hoped one day, you could wake up next to him everyday. Maybe someday, but for now, you had many Saturday nights where you stayed over later than everybody else.
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ariachaos · 4 months
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Ok so like Reader as Haitani brothers little sister and she is sick also i want another one with haitani reader who is dating mitsuya but its a secret
also love your headcanons soo so so much<3<3
i am gifting you the title of haitani anon. congratualtions <3
reader is fem! reader
ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳˢ⁻ ?!
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being haitani's lil sis and mitsuya's s/o includes...
where do i even start.
mitsuya didn't even know your brothers were the ever-so aggressive haitani brothers of roppongi. like he knew you had brothers, but he didn't think his angelic, beautiful, kind, generous, and just overall perfect girlfriend would be related to... that.
and really, the first time he met them, their first meeting as future in-laws was horrible, as we all know. because ran comes in and smacks mitsuya with a brick he probably pulled out of his ass.
just like how he pulled excuses out of the same ass when you came barreling at him through the group of tenjiku gangsters like an angry bull, demanding to know why he just assaulted your boyfriend.
and rindou's sitting in the corner with his mouth open like :0 and recording everything.
he may be older than you, but even he knows not to mess with you when you're mad mad. and right now, you're hella livid.
to be fair, if you smacked his girlfriend or something, he'd be mad too, and mitsuya is out cold from the smack on the head he got with a brick.
when he wakes up in the hospital, you're immediately on him crying and sobbing about how you're so sorry and your brothers are fucking idiots and it'll never happen again under your watch and--
wait.
your brothers?
the rat-looking brothers that hit him on the head with a brick?
they're YOUR brothers?
mitsuya swore he was going to faint from the sudden information.
he was NOT PREPARED
and then you go to tell him that you were going to tell him soon, but you weren't sure how that was going to go because they're all delinquents and you didn't want them fighting because he was dating you.
well, it happened anyway, but mitsuya appreciated your concern and kindness.
i imagine that in the final timeline and all that, the three of them are pretty chill with each other. they all had to admit they were pretty dumb in their teenage years, even though ran was eighteen and all, but still pretty dumb.
like at that point, ran and rindou are demanding you marry mitsuya before some other hoe gets to him when the said hoe doesn't even exist. ran and rindou KNOW like the back of their hand mitsuya would rather die than cheat on you with some cheap hoe, but they just want the wholesome guy to be their brother-in-law already.
but please give them strict rules to follow on your wedding day, otherwise they're going to decimate you to the ground with all the embarrassing stories with mitsuya.
there's no real harm behind all the teasing, but your face burns red at the mere mention of the one time you and mitsuya were almost caught making out in your room.
(the two of you have definitely gone way beyond that, but ran and rindou don't need to know)
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matrixbearer2024 · 22 days
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HELLO ITS ME 🥭Anon!!! I JUST HAD THE MOST BAZINGA IDEA EVER DJSHAJHDHJAF
So.... Hear me out..
Cuz like what if like ever since reader beat Vox at that videogame he started training practicing idk to prepare to beat reader again until reader goes to erm reverse heaven
So then reader brings it up and Vox gets pissy (as usual) but then she recommends multiplayer, like those games that have a storyline and bosses, so they try it out and it ends up being one of their pass-times
Then when they finally beat the final boss after like a billion attempts, reader gets a lil too hyped and like kisses vox all over the screen which of course causes him to blue screen like a love-sick-idiot-in-denial (official term for Vox being a river in Egypt) while reader is just bouncing off the walls unaware of what they did
(could be before or after they start dating though I think it'd be a lot cuter when they're still friends)
(P.S: remember to drink water and rest properly!) -🥭anon
Video Gaming, Competitive Raging
Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader
A/N: Heeeey! You're back 🥭 Anon! Nice to see you! Also yes, I love this idea lmao- it's not something I wouldn't put past Reader cuz they're just like that HAHAHAHAHA- the story itself is a little deviated from the prompt but the idea is the same XD- maybe after this I'll stop bullying these two and actually write a confession scene because damn they just runnin around in CIRCLES LMFAOOO. Send me ideas for how you want to confess to the Picturebox y'all cuz I'm kinda pulling blanks XD. Yes I'm saying Reader's gonna confess first, Vox would end up bluescreening in his attempt to even take initiative. I might write a few more interludes before the confession but yeah- I WANT THEM TO SMOOCH- SIKEEE NAH IT WON'T BE THAT EASY HAHAHAHAHAHA- But do pls send me ideas I am in a funk whdksjdjsksj-
A/N: Btw I'd imagine they're playing a game kinda like cuphead? Cuz that game was the fucking BANE of my existence when I played it. I didn't want to accept I was struggling and continued to play on the hardest difficulty right off the bat cuz I was so sure I could handle it HAHAHAHAHA.
No one at the hotel could've honestly expected whatever was going on to happen.
You and Vox were practically screaming at the TV screen in sheer rage while replaying a level in a game you'd both been stuck on for hours.
Charlie didn't know if this was slightly her fault or not for even suggesting game night.
Hell, nobody knew you'd invited the technology overlord until he showed up at the door and you simply pulled him inside as usual.
He was roped into most of the games you guys played-
Well, except for the trivia ones because you quickly pointed out he had the internet quite literally an extension of his mind.
So any niche fact or trivia that was asked- he could just search it up which was straight up cheating.
But everyone had severely underestimated just how competitive you and Vox could become as a duo.
From constantly teaming in the board games to immediately getting invested in the co-op video game that they switched to.
Charlie and Vaggie had leisurely enjoyed the game-
Angel and Husker didn't really play much and instead made jabs at each other's skill-
Alastor and Lucifer couldn't even get started with their confusion on the controls-
And you and Vox decided to play the game on the hardest difficulty because it didn't seem that bad in Charlie and Vaggie's playthrough.
Oh, it was that bad.
But the both of you refused to admit it and switch it back to the easier mode.
Vox and his huge ego, you and your pride as a gamer.
"You actually practiced ever since I beat you that one time??"
"Didn't I mention that I would? I'm getting that rematch eventually dollface."
"PFFT- Bro I didn't think you were serious!"
"Why you little-!"
Though, this was totally and entirely different from the PvP game you and Vox had played prior.
This game actually had a storyline and plot.
That neither of you gave enough of a rat's ass to pay attention to.
The hardest difficulty was pretty much just a consistent boss rush, and as if you weren't both always on low HP-
Someone was always dying every level.
"REZ ME! REZ ME YOU BASTARD!!"
"STOP FUCKING DYING AND I WON'T HAVE TO REZ YOU BITCH!!"
Admittedly, it was extremely entertaining to watch you both go up and down with your moods whenever anything happened.
Alastor couldn't for the life of him understand most of your gamer gibberish and slang though-
The rest of the gang had just taken seats on the couch behind you both and made silly bets on who would go wayside from frustration first.
Either from the level's sheer difficulty or the puzzles themselves that were a bit too convoluted for their own good.
"No- NO! Move that cube to the right!!"
"I- HUH?! THERE'S NO PATH ON THE RIGHT!"
"VOX YOUR OTHER RIGHT-"
"JUST SAY MY LEFT FOR FUCK'S SAKE-"
Everyone else was already starting to guess some mishaps that would happen from you two raging.
Like who would break a controller first-
Vox did, but there were thankfully a couple spares anyway and he'd just replace the broken one soon.
And who would get mad enough to break the TV.
Which in a hilarious twist of events- was actually you.
In one of your expletive filled episodes you threw your controller at the screen hard enough that it broke the screen and your controller.
Everyone kind of thought you and Vox would be done with the game after that.
But nope-
Come tomorrow there was a new VoxTech TV shipped to the hotel to replace the one you broke.
At first, it seemed like it was because Vox was simply being courteous-
Well Charlie thought that.
Everyone just guessed he wanted something in the hotel he could use to spy on everyone-
Still, the actual reason was somehow entirely disconnected from that.
"Egh. He sent over a new one."
Of course Alastor would notice the device and hate it's existence immediately.
"Aww! How nice of him!"
Charlie- bless her heart- she really only sees the best in people-
"Not really, I'd bet it's just so he can spy on us."
Hahaha- now that's a more realistic view from Vaggie.
"Wouldn't put it against him, especially after what he had pentious do before."
Angel still never forgot that, he sometimes even made jabs at Vox for it until now.
"Oh! It's here! Yo help me set this up!"
"Well, somebody's excited."
Husker just came over to check what the commotion was, he didn't realize what he was getting into though.
"No DUH. I've been wanting to finish that game with Vox!"
"Wait- what game? The one where you got so angry you broke the TV?!"
"Uhhh, yeah? What else?"
Your reply had everyone just dumbfounded.
Why would you subject yourself back to such clear torture-
Actually Alastor just found you going back to playing that game entertaining, especially after it was clear that it had sadistic levels of difficulty.
After that, the others would often catch you and the TV overlord continue your playthrough as a pastime-
Either online or when you were both physically there in the hotel lobby.
And every session was possibly just as explosive as the last.
Curses were hurled around, screaming, throwing things-
Angel couldn't help but realize just how similar you were to your flatscreen companion in this regard.
That or you both had spent enough time with each other that the habits and mannerisms of one bled into the other.
Vox definitely became more docile- and you...
Actually no one could tell if you were already that wild or not.
"FUUUUUCK!!! THIS STUPID BOSS JUST WON'T DIE!"
"I CANNOT WITH THESE ATTACK PATTERNS?! DID MASOCHISTS FUCKING DESIGN THIS SHIT?!"
The both of you didn't mellow out at all after any of your shared gaming sessions.
In fact, everyone mostly steered clear of you afterwards because of how snappy and irritable you were.
The only one who could put up with your grumpy sarcasm was Angel or Lucifer.
Alastor would often just come in to bother you more while you played-
Which would soon turn into both you and Vox absolutely screeching at him for throwing you both off when you were so close to winning.
Neither of you were close to the goal at all-
Which the radio demon could tell, and he found your fits absolutely hilarious.
Though eventually, after pouring so many painful hours into the game-
Both you and Vox predictably got better at it.
But that didn't stop either of you from getting stuck at the final boss level.
And that absolutely made both of you raging so much worse.
"I'M GOING TO COMMIT MASS FUCKING GENOCIDE IF WE DIE TO THIS BASTARD ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR TO GOD-"
"AND I'D GLADLY JOIN YOU DOLL! HOW THE FUCK WOULD ANYONE EVEN THINK OF MAKING THIS LEVEL?!"
You died again, but the retry button was once again slammed because both of you were stubborn.
Neither of you were willing to give up so easily, especially when the game's end was in sight.
So near but yet so far-
But that wouldn't stop you guys from trying.
Everyone else in the hotel was just waiting and watching to see what would happen next.
After all, it became so interesting to watch what you two would do next.
Eventually, Vox took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves while you somehow ended up with his hat on your head.
Common sense and sanity was starting to become a little less common when the game was taking up so much energy and focus.
It took another hour of frustrated screaming and cursing before you both eventually managed to beat the final boss.
And to say you two were over the moon was an understatement.
"WE BEAT IT! WE BEAT IT!!!"
"WE FINALLY FUCKING WON!"
You threw your arms around Vox as you both jumped up in place and shouted in excitement.
Your enthusiasm was so contagious it unintentionally spilled over to your overlord buddy.
The grins on your faces were so wide as you both just celebrated and cheered for a hot minute.
Vox completely lost himself when you finally let go and just ran around the lobby screaming.
Of course that winning high was searing through his circuits, it was well fucking deserved after all the painstaking effort he put in!
"FUCK YOU (Boss Name)! AHAHAHA! THIS IS BETTER THAN SEX!!"
Everyone, aside from you, gave him an odd look when he flipped off the TV screen and said that.
It was still displaying the victory menu even-
It was so unprompted and out of left field which made little to no sense even with context-
Not that anyone expected you or Vox to have any marbles left in your heads after that intense gaming session.
So imagine everyone's collective surprise when you suddenly tackled the taller TV overlord and peppered kisses all over his screen from joy.
You were just so pleased with yourself for finally beating the game that you didn't realize what you had done.
Especially when you quickly got up and started running around the room again too.
All that sudden affection from you spiked Vox's emotions almost immediately-
So it was expected that his screen very swiftly overheated and glitched.
And in no sooner than a few seconds, the man also bluescreened.
But you were too busy bouncing off the walls to even realize!
Everyone else just shared a laugh at how stupid the whole situation was.
But knowing how your relationship was with the TV overlord-
This kind of chaos wouldn't ever be a rare occurrence again with you two around.
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talesofadragon · 1 month
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬
Synopsis: Receiving wind that Hydra has successfully managed to awaken another wave of winter soldiers, Captain America appoints his two best avengers, Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N, for the job. But aside from Bucky’s trepidation at reliving his worst memories, there’s something else rooting him in his place–the fear of inflicting harm on the woman he loves the most. Between her encouraging words and his violent past, what will happen when Y/N is forced to encounter her boyfriend’s alter ego?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
Warnings: Angst
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬  Masterlist | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑
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𝐘/𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃. She had always known her survival chances were lower than most, given her status as an Avenger, and she wasn’t going to lie and say she never thought about what words would find themselves engraved on her tombstone. 
But instead of dying in dignity because of an enemy bullet, Y/N immediately knew, at the moment the bullet froze amidst her translucent body, that she was going to greet death at Bucky’s hands.
She always prided herself on her quick wit. So, when the Hydra bastard fired, she knew there were only two options: live or die. She couldn’t escape the bullet—teleportation was not a power in her arsenal, no matter how much she wished it was, or else Steve would have thought twice before hauling her ass in the Quinjet and whisking her to Antarctica in no less than twenty hours. 
So, with no means of escape, Y/N did the only reasonable thing. She summoned her incorporeal form. In her defense, it was a great plan. With no physical vessel, there was no way for the bullet to cause any damage, and she could stall enough for Bucky to incapacitate the Hydra agent. 
…But, since Hydra was no ordinary intelligence organization, and with their eyes set on their finest creation, it was naive to think they would make it easy
The second the “bullet” penetrated Y/N’s incorporeal form, a strange sensation tilted the world on its axis. It happened briskly—in what could be described as a heartbeat or a flutter of an eyelash. Suddenly, Y/N let out a loud hiss. Her legs gave out, pushing her to the ground.
She noticed it in the way her body regained its physical state–her powers had seemingly seeped from her fingertips in a manner that made bile rise to her throat and a sharp scream escape her lips. 
“Y/N!” Bucky called frantically, witnessing her shallow breaths. There was a small disk on her neck, an imprint left behind by the Hydra weapon. He raised his gun, expertly aiming it at the man standing a few feet behind Y/N. The agent was unfazed, already anticipating a retaliation. He leveled his own gun at Bucky’s chest and fired. 
Bucky dodged it, poised to attack. As soon as he pressed the trigger, though, the bullet ricocheted against an invisible barrier. It haphazardly traveled across the small space, threatening to lodge itself in him. He finally deflected it with his metal arm. It was after that he noticed a metal disk a few feet away on the ground—the reason the bullet must;ve been repelled.
“I have long been waiting to meet you,” the Hydra agent noted. He paused his monologue, mouth agape and adorned with a callous smile. It pricked Bucky’s sanity, even more so when he uttered one more word, “Soldat.” 
Y/N groaned in displeasure, the sound of her protests louder than her previous whimpers. The man paid her no heed, rolling his eyes and stepping over her as if she were nothing but a meager rat. 
“Who the hell are you?” Bucky spat. 
The agent smirked, opening his eyes wide in a show of feigned hospitality. “I am Pavel Kuznetsov, Research Director and Coordinator of the Hydra Winter Program. It’s an honor to be in your presence, Soldat.” 
“S-stop calling him that!” Y/N ordered, attempting to stand up on shaky legs.
The agent, Pavel, looked more annoyed than bothered by her comment. He rotated his body only slightly around, enough to be able to grab her hair and force a kick under her stomach. 
Y/N cried out in agony as her legs buckled beneath her, sending her crashing to the ground with little effort. Enraged at the sight of her suffering, Bucky's fists clenched. "Do not touch her!" he warned, anger taking over.
Bucky unsheathed one of his hidden knives, hurling it at the man. Just like before, the invisible barrier did not recede under the force of his attack. The blade bounded against the shield, landing on the ground.
Pavel smirked, eyes raking Bucky’s forlorn figure. “Cute.” The Sergeant tried not to shutter at the acid in his voice. “The Soldat has found himself a little fucktoy.” 
The veins in Bucky’s neck protruded, waves of dark blue made prominently visible. The metal plates of his arms whirled as he fisted his hand, attacking the barrier with a growl. “Watch your tongue!” 
“I wonder, do you watch yours when around her?” Pavel taunted. “Such a delectable little creature she is.” 
“Watch it!” 
“Oh, I am watching it,” Pavel enunciated, looking at Y/N’s writhing form. 
Bucky swore his blood was boiling at a dangerous temperature with the way that man was describing Y/N. If it wasn't for the cackling sound of his earpiece, God only knew what he would've done next.
The voices were a jumbled mess, with static filling his ears. Bucky deduced then that the barrier must also be causing some kind of sonic interference.
“Two... strong… any word… Y/N?” Steve's voice rang through, sounding out of breath. Bucky didn't miss the low whine that emanated from Y/N after her name was mentioned.
She can hear them, Bucky figured, realizing that her earpiece was functional. But without manually activating the channel, the team wouldn’t be able to hear either him or Y/N.
“Busy… deadly beautiful… soldier. Literally,” Tony’s voice sounded. And with everyone fighting a soldier each, there was no telling if they would reach Bucky and Y/N in time. 
Bucky slowly filled his lungs with air, preparing himself for what lay ahead. This was a trap, just as Y/N had told him. But he didn’t want Y/N to stick around long enough to find out whether that man was also enhanced, possibly the last soldier they were looking for.
"Release Y/N,” Bucky said, after carding his fingers through his hair. He angled his head to the side, ensuring Pavel wouldn't notice his earpiece fizzing to life. It didn’t look like he paid attention to the pause between Bucky’s words either. He took them at face value, unaware they were spoken slowly for any of the Avengers who could hear him to pick up in full.
"Is that what your pretty little pet is called?”
"She is not a pet, Kuznetsov.”
The man dared to grin, sending shivers down Bucky’s spine. “My, you’re right. Lynxes are no pets. They’re beasts."
Bucky snarled loudly, his temper rising at the insinuation. He stepped forward, ready to hurl his bodyweight against that barrier. But the moment his brain was commanding his feet into action, his earpiece buzzed again. 
“Bucky?” Sam asked. “What’s… on? ...Y/N… okay?” 
“The barrier,” Bucky snarled, hoping his team could pick up his voice. “Put. It. Down.” 
“No.” 
Bucky inhaled sharply with his electric irises concentrated on Y/N. She had one elbow on the floor as she tried to lift herself. Though out of breath, the grit of her teeth showed she was resisting the effects of the disk clinging to her body.
“James,” Y/N wined, almost to her feet. A shriek escaped her when Pavel snatched her hair, positioning her in front of him. 
The sound ignited an unprecedented wrath in Bucky. “Fight me!” he hollered. Y/N’s eyes glistened with tears, and he swore he was going to decapitate that man, limb from limb. “Let her go. And fight me.”
“Oh, there will be fighting. But what’s the rush?”
The words didn’t want to register in Bucky’s head. He dismissed them, fisting his metal arm and swinging it at the invisible barrier. “Fight me now!”
Of course, this did nothing to break it. There wasn’t even a visible dent or a scratch. Bucky pulled back his arm, ready to hurl himself forward. But he stopped when he heard Y/N’s broken whimpers. 
“S-soldat,” she cried out, the word dripping from her mouth with disdain. Bucky’s head whipped at the speed of light, a jarring jolt infiltrating his body. His eyes scanned her, checking for injuries Pavel might’ve caused in his momentary distraction.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. I know, was what he was trying to say. I know. And I’ll get you out.
But Y/N repeated the word, shaking her head when he tried to interrupt her. “Soldat. T-trap.”
“Y/N–”
“Ja-James.” She paused, allowing herself to take in a deep breath. Pavel’s fingers tugged at her hair, making her shriek her next words. “Soldat, Barnes!”
It stunned Bucky to hear his last name uttered so sharply. By Y/N, no less. A shadow of confusion crossed his features, his brows knitting together. Soldat. He got that part. He told her this much. 
“Angel,” Bucky opened his mouth to affirm his understanding, but Y/N’s frustration increased. 
Pavel didn’t like her fidgeting too much. He grabbed her chin, his fingernails digging into her skin. Bucky jolted, nothing but a hair separating his body from the barrier. His eyes roamed Y/N’s face, tunnel-focused on where Pavel’s fingers lay. 
Y/N caught Bucky’s attention, eyes imploring him to understand. He tried to, but his senses were battling each other at the crippling sight in front of him. With his enhanced strength, Pavel could kill Y/N with a flick of his wrist. 
That’s when Bucky’s brain kicked into function. This much pressure could have cracked her jaw. But it didn’t. It was the same tight grip Natasha had on her enemies. The same tight grip Sam had on him when they were training. 
It was normal. Tight, but normal. Not enhanced. Not deadly.
“Soldat,” Bucky breathed. Pavel swiveled his head, flaunting a machiavellian smirk. But he wasn’t looking at Bucky. He was looking at his metal arm.
Once Bucky looked down, he realized then what Y/N had been saying all along. There was a disk on his metal arm. A device that would overpower him. A way to unleash the soldier. 
“No!” he roared, kicking and punching the barrier. They can’t do it, a voice inside his head blared. The words don’t work. This device certainly couldn’t.
He hollered above the sound of Pavel’s laughter and Natasha’s segmented questions in his ears. He needed to get out. Needed to get Y/N out. And that was when it all sunk in. “Y/N!” he implored and shouted at once. Praying for the heavens not to test him this way. He couldn’t do it. This was the main reason he didn’t want her to wander this place without him. Afraid of her dying at the hands of a soldier... crippling beneath the acrimony of winter. He wouldn’t let her. He couldn't survive the desolateness and viciousness that would come without her. 
But he didn’t have a choice. 
Pavel disregarded his gun in favor of pulling a small rectangular device. His actions lingered, an unwelcome intermission that only made the tension rise. 
"Y/N," Bucky pleaded, the desperation in his voice a stark juxtaposition to his fierce demeanor. "Run. Hide. Please."
Do anything, he silently asked. Anything to survive.
And then Pavel pushed the button. 
It was worse than holding her breath when Steve had to stop a bomb from exploding back in Estonia. It was more catastrophic than Tony tripling the intensity of his electro beams against some alien creature in Northern Australia. 
No, what was happening to Bucky was worse than anything Y/N had witnessed before, and it knocked whatever air lingered in her lungs out of her. She watched, mouth agape, as Bucky’s palms landed on the invisible barrier. His screams were thunderous as he floundered around in this invisible detention cell, nails desperately clawing at its edges to try to dig even a minuscule hole through it. 
Bucky wailed, attempting to fight whatever maliciousness was invading his mind, but from the way his sobs ebbed and flowed, his resistance was long lost. Electricity crackled, sparks dancing from his fingertips to the tip of his ears. His jaw tightened, molars grinding in an attempt at defiance. They couldn’t do it. They shouldn’t be able to.
“Soldat,” Pavel proclaimed with a mirthful smile. He had known, even without Bucky lifting his gaze from the floor, that the Fist of Hydra was back. And it was confirmed with only three words from Bucky’s mouth. 
“Я. Готов oтвечать. ”
Pavel rejoiced, his silent amazement tramping Y/N’s astonishment. She tried to reach out for her earpiece, desperately wanting to tell Steve what just happened and beg him to hurry. But Pavel caught her other arm and shoved her in Bucky’s direction. “Soldat,” he uttered, the word taunting Y/N with its venomous rhythm. “Your mission, your target, is her. Destroy her.” 
And then all hell broke loose.
Bucky gave her no warning, no preamble, no nothing. He didn’t incline his head, nor did he bat an eyelash. The barrier disintegrated, and, all at once, he was in Y/N’s personal space, punching her in the ribs faster than she could anticipate. 
She muffled her scream, hiding her pain under a veneer of control. Her ears buzzed when she landed on a desk, breaking it in half. Bruce was saying something over the comms, but with Bucky charging like a mad bull toward her, Y/N couldn’t focus on what the team was saying. 
“James, it’s me!” It was futile–she knew that much. But with this transition stimulated by different means than the ones previously adopted, Y/N held onto the hope that she could perhaps get to him. “You know me!”
“You are my mission,” he asserted. His hand uncovered a gun he had kept somewhere in his suit. Had Y/N not ducked in time behind a wall, her head would have certainly exploded. 
The bullet penetrated one of the translucent panels beside her, and she horrifically watched as the glass erupted like fireworks, sending a million particles in her direction. The wall couldn't obstruct the glass, forcing Y/N to roll on the ground and attempt to escape. 
She hissed, shards lodging themselves in the skin of her palms, but she didn’t dwell on it with Bucky pelting her with a barrage of bullets. 
Without her powers, it was increasingly hard to navigate the line of fire. Her breath was coming out in pants. Her knees were barely able to support her weight. 
The only reason Bucky missed wasn’t because Y/N was running fast or her senses picked up on the danger. It was because she tried to use what little of her available surroundings she had as an advantage. She ducked, rolled, and hid behind whatever surface she could leverage, but she couldn’t keep doing that. 
“I’m your best girl!” Y/N screamed before her foot got caught up in a metal rod. She crashed into a pile of green tubes, crying out as they singed her suit. Her skin ached under the jarring contrast between ice and heat. “I'm... I'm the one you always turn to, James. The one who knows you best and loves you most!"
“Pathetic,” the response came from Pavel. And if Bucky had hesitated, it didn't show. 
A knife lodged itself in Y/N’s calf, causing her painful wails to bounce off every surface. Her words did nothing to appease Bucky’s brain or counter his mental spell. But she wouldn’t relent. 
An idea surfaced in her mind as she looked down at the knife. Maybe, if she were any other person, she’d have used it as a weapon. But Y/N knew she had to break through the barricades of Bucky's mind first. Or else no one would make it out of this facility alive.
She snatched a couple of discarded vials, ones that had remained intact. And though the cold was biting at her skin, she charged ahead. Y/N thrust the chemicals in Bucky’s direction—keeping her aim steady enough to avoid hitting him yet precise enough to maintain some distance between them both. 
“You’re not Hydra’s Asset anymore,” she reminded him. It hurt to run, but she needed to find refuge somewhere. “You’re not their experiment. That man is not your handler. I am not your mission!”
“Заткнись.”
“Извини. Нет!” Y/N countered. This time, Bucky was taken aback by her answer. So, she used this window of opportunity to hurl a chair at him before darting toward one of the doors on the left. 
To Y/N's luck, the door gave out quickly under her weight, and the hinges remained pristine. Scurrying to lock the door, she used the adrenaline pumping in her veins to try and reinforce it. Truth be told, she didn’t know what she was doing or what she was using to keep Bucky away. But she needed to hold him off, even if it was just for a minute. 
Ignoring the frost bites and the pieces of skin that were clearly falling off from that green solution, Y/N took a deep breath, curling her injured hand—frankly, they were both injured, but this one less than so—on the knife’s hilt. She took a deep breath. The sound barely registered above Bucky’s body crashing into the wooden door.
Blood poured out of her wound in torrents, leaving her lightheaded. Quickly, she searched for the disk occluding her powers. Her team was saying something, their voices fusing together in her ears. She shut off her earpiece, eyes still studying her body. The disk meshed into her suit, pushing her to debate cutting the fabric.
A flying drawer made the decision on her behalf. In less than ten seconds, Bucky was sure to get through her pitiful defenses. The cabinets she’d used as shields could only hold him for so long. Y/N raised the knife, ready to cut the fabric, when the disk hummed without prior notice. The next thing Y/N knew, electricity shot through her body, forcing the knife to fly out of her grasp.
“Son of a—” Her curse was cut as the door opened a fraction before closing again. With not much of a choice, Y/N’s eyes frantically studied the room for a hiding spot, thanking Clint for teaching her to use the vents as escape pods. 
Within a few bated breaths, she was up in the air vents just as Bucky broke down the door. She could see it even from up there, the moroseness that governed his features. Knowing his enhanced senses would pick up on her footfalls, she settled quietly in the confined space. 
Bucky scanned his surroundings, assessing the hidden crooks and gaps, astutely moving around the room in search of her. She sucked in a whimper, her entire body threatening to collapse from the fight’s toll. Luckily, Bucky seemed to have missed her discomfort. 
When he strode to the other end of the room, Y/N took this as a chance to start moving. She did it as gently as she could, partially because she couldn’t place much pressure on her calf. Mainly because she had to make no sounds. 
It was silent for a while—as opposed to the fray inside her soul. One part of her resented itself for leaving Bucky behind, while the other reasoned that she couldn’t help him without getting out of there and finding the team first. 
But the silence soon slipped. Y/N heard a sharp sound, followed by her own shrieks of terror.
A bullet penetrated the vents. She stilled only for a second before her mind moved on autopilot. She reached for her suit, taking out any trinket she could find. She threw one of Tony’s infra scanners, shaped like a small ball, ahead, watching it roll across the vent. 
Bucky caught the movement and fired. Y/N took the chance and fled the other way. 
She thought it would work. There was no way he could hear her over the sound of the ringing bullets, and the ball was moving around enough to trick him that there was movement within the vents—just far away from her. 
She didn’t know how it happened, but somehow, the vents collapsed beneath her weight. She felt sick, the world rotating around her thrice. A jarring yelp evaded her mouth when her body landed on the harsh cold floor. 
Y/N's consciousness floated in the air, untethered and uncertain. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. There was a cacophony of voices, bellows, and screams, loud enough to shake the whole of Antarctica. Were they her own?
Her hair was yanked back, her knees pressed into the unyielding ground and her legs twisted at an awkward angle. Her vision was marred with dirt, exhaustion, and tears. But within the hazy portrait before her, Y/N could see her team. They were all here, fighting more Hydra agents than she could count. 
“Y/N!” a voice shouted as a foot pressed down on her injured leg, and a knife settled by her jugular vein. 
It was then, in the blurriness of her hope and the clarity of her despair, that she knew there was no escaping the Winter Soldier.
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I'm a huge sucker for hurt/comfort! This was supposed to be out a week ago, but I caught a nasty cold and bruised myself pretty badly during dance practice. I hope the angst was well-rounded since I really wanted to share it with you and not postpone it any longer. Hope you liked it, witchlings! 🩷
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sibsteria · 2 years
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hello, can you do headcanons of klaus mikaelson being a simp for you? 💘
yes of course, lovely!
Warnings: large fluff, a bit smutty, soft!klaus, protective!Mikaelsons
Summary: Klaus Mikaelson is the malewife simp of the century(ies)
not proofread, don’t kill me 😭🫶
the first time he met you, he studied you, up and down, I feel as if it would be at a Mikaelson ball, or maybe the Mystic Grill
I mean, eyes roaming
so our man just felt he had to introduce himself
he presents his hand out for you to shake
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, I know I would have remember a face like yours.”
“Oh, wow, you’re charming.”
He gives an amused smile, a soft chuckle
“I prefer the name Klaus Mikaelson, please tell me what name could possibly match such a person of beauty?”
I feel as if he wouldn’t assert his name as Niklaus right off the bat ygm besties
he is leaving you blushing though
you’re probably a vamp so congrats, he’s got eternal dibs!
definitely lays a gentle kiss to your hand when you tell him your name
“I suppose I’ll be seeing you.” he lingers in your presence before slowly walking away
you’re just- astounded, who gave him the right to be so alluring?
I ain’t gonna lie to you, he went home that night and stalked for your information
he knows where you live, your next of kin, the bar you frequent
so an accidental bumpings into are already in his workings
“Ah, hello love, what a surprise!”
he’d buy you all your drinks, making sure to keep any eye on them if you left the bar for a moment if you’re human (you probs aren’t)
you would spend the whole night together
just chatting and swapping anecdotes
flirting
he charms you with poems, jewellery and just spending time getting to know you as if he didn’t know everything already
he will flaunt his money around
“I should take you to dinner, tell me love, do you enjoy pasta?”
if your answer is yes then well than enjoy your authentic italian dish! the flight wasn’t even too long
you had both fallen off the cliff, smitten for one another
when you’re dating he absolutely follows wherever you go
accidentally
but you know better
and you don’t mind, he’s always looking out for you
long parting kisses
I’m talking tongue, with his hand tangled in your hair
ass slaps as you walk away, making you present a shy smile
when your more comfortable around each other, you don’t hesitate to do it back
a faux shock face from the hybrid
“well, love, I never listed you as the kinky type. I do say, I’m quite impressed.”
get ready for marks
he litters you in hickeys, even if they might fade by the end of the day
he’s going to try
if you’re human he’ll have you wear a vial of his blood around your neck
for emergencies
and a fun conversation for anyone who comes on to you
if he’s in a heated argument discussion with someone, his face will immediately soften when you walk through the door
“hello, love.” a passion induced coma hoods his eyes
will try to protect you from violence and danger but he does know you can handle yourself
“Klaus, I can snap a neck like a motherfucker-”
“I know, darling, but why do that when I can do it for you?”
hours of cuddles
hours
just you in his arms, with his nose nuzzled into you
he’s a softy, really
you get along with his family, it’s a given
Rebekah is literally you’re sister from another mister
shopping sprees with her unlimited credit card
knowing each other’s styles
“How did you know?” She pouts as you hand her a pair of heels that she had been eying up
she’s just overjoyed she actually had a true friend that she can trust
someone she can rely on
you are inseparable
and Klaus is absolutely jealous
“may I please have my girlfriend back, dear sister?” an edge to his tone
“if you must, you annoying rat bastard.���
but you love them
Elijah is eternally grateful for your calmness
and your ability to tame the beast
“I must say, you impress me, Miss L/n.”
you’re utterly baffled
Elijah is not an easy man to impress
but your besties anyway, now 🙄🤚
you often pick up ties that you think would suit him
he smiles and shakes his head
“I do hope you insist on keeping her around, Niklaus.” he uses a low whisper to his brother.
“I don’t assume I’m ever letting her go.”
whilst you have managed to wrap him around your little finger
he won’t hesitate to rip someone’s throat out for touching you
say you’re at a bar
he left for a moment to answer a call, his mistake
he comes back, you’re face filled with discomfort and annoyance as this poor man would not stop verbally harassing you
but that was not enough of an action for you to snap his neck yourself
but as he’s walking towards the bar, he watches as the stranger lets his hand trail down your back until he reaches your-
Klaus has already sped towards him
grabbing his hair and tearing out his throat
his chin, neck and chest are dripping with blood
your surprised at the lack of screams around you, coming to the conclusion that he must have compelled the drinkers to not bat an eye at supernatural goings-on
“are you kidding-”
“sweetheart, don’t get angry-”
“I just got blood stains from last week out of that shirt!”
he pauses his spiel, a blushing smile across his face
you weren’t repulsed by the violent display he’d put on
“have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“on occasion.” you roll your eyes, pulling him in for kiss
the blood coats around your lips but you don’t mind
“I love you too, Nik.”
that was the first time you used such an intimate nickname
and he loved it
hearing such words fall from your mouth
you both get blood drunk nightly
but refusing to feed on kids, because you have some morals
and you push Klaus to erase after eating because why draw attention to himself, he already has a healthy crowd of enemies
and that is where Elijah expresses gratitude
if you ever get kidnapped on that one occasion you were caught off guard
be ready, the cavalry are coming
a crowd of angry originals, breaking down walls and tearing out hearts
“shit! I didn’t know she had all of ‘em at her beck and call-” one of your kidnappers scream, as he watches his cronies drop to the floor
“mate, I advice you shut your mouth, in fact- I’ll do it for you-” queue Kol punching his head from his shoulders, it rolls nicely onto the floor in a pool of blood
they had you on a vervain drip
“oh, love, I’m so sorry.” Klaus is by your side, ripping out the tubes, hugging you close
Kol is your annoying little brother, but mostly a sweetheart to you
you two tend to sneak out together, infiltrating house parties
“if Nik finds us, he’ll kill you!” you scream over the music
“he can try, darling!” he howls with laughter, a bottle of his chosen alcohol spilling down his throat
he does find you
“why in the world, did you think I wouldn’t notice you leaving my side?” he caresses your cheek
“don’t torture him, we just wanted a bit of fun.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth
“I suppose you’re right, I have faith in his protection, he loves you like family.” begrudgingly letting Kol off the hook
he has fucked you on every surface in his home
“not on the dinner table, Nik-” Beks
“I eat off that counter, pests.” Kol
“Is it a rule that you have to infect every piece of furniture in our home?” Elijah
*noises of disgust* Finn
*eye roll* Freya
still counting how many public displays he can get away with
he has tied your ex to a chair and made him watch as he gave you orgasm after orgasm
I mean, he murdered him afterwards, so-
“was there any need?”
“yes.”
in his mind, you’re already together forever
he lets you be in possession of one of his daggers, just in case his family give you any problems
“you know I won’t need to use it-”
“just humour me, keep it safe.”
it’s never boring
y’all he’s in love 😻
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Astarion doesn't know how, but he's somehow become a cat dad of Baulder's gate.
One of them has been catnapped by a new bad guy.
And he's about to go John Wick on their asses.
(spawn or ascended, dealers choice)
Oh, I love this idea but I gotta be honest with you I kinda struggle with writing something for the last part. But! How about I give you something about how Astarion becomes - unwillingly - the friend of Baldur's Gate's street cats? This is not proof read, just a headsup!
Unlike friends
Astarion didn't know exactly why it was specifically cats but out of all animals felines were the most relaxed around the vampire. Maybe it was because they acknowledged a fellow predator and his skills. Or maybe it was the similar independence of will, the spark of chaos that lay at the core - always ready to lash out and wreak a little havoc.
Already on your adventures, whenever there had been a cat they were often found in close proximity to the vampire, stroking around his legs in an attentive posture, rubbing their little heads against Astarion’s shins as if greeting an old fellow. Once a cat had even dared to jump on the rogue’s lap at one of the inn's you had stayed at. And had been lucky enough to be graced with Astarion’s careful, skillful caresses: his long fingers finding that spot under the chin to scrub it, long, slow pats along the spine, scratching behind warm, fluffy ears. The purring could have probably been heard a mile away.
The vampire usually tried to not let it show but he enjoyed the instances of coming across one of graceful creatures. For two hundred years of hunting in the dark, felines - from feral veterans that seemed to rule the streets of Baldur’s Gate at night to lazy housecats out on the occasional stroll - had always been delightful and often the only company on his late night hunts.
And Astarion admired the small animals for their common determination, proudness, stubbornness and independence - sentiments he felt very much inclined to.
And so after the vampire had settled down with you in Baldur's Gate, it came to happen that he - unwillingly - became a patron of the city's street cats.
Bringing home a forsaken kitten to take it in and give it a place to lounge on a warm pillow and be fed to grow up strong and healthy had merely proven Astarion’s first action.
Because when one night he sat in the small garden of your joint townhouse with the night-blooming flowers you had so graciously planted all throughout the small plot fenced in by brick walls and an overgrown iron fence, there was a visitor.
Astarion was enjoying a book by lantern light, a cup of wine next to him as he noticed her first out of the corner of his eye and immediately turned his head. With his heightened vampiric senses he saw a small black cat, crouching close to the ground, half hidden by a bush in one corner of the garden. The glinting green eyes were the only thing really visible of the small feline hunter in the dark. A human would have surely noticed the creature.
Being intrigued by the cat’s presence he observed her moving ever so slowly along the edge of the garden. It was quite obvious the feline was on a hunt.
And as someone who understood the importance of undisturbed stealth and stalking the vampire remained utterly still where he sat, merely observing. His ruby eyes flicked around, trying to find the supposed target. And he had to bite back a hiss when he saw that it was a fat rat - almost as indistinguishable in the dark as the cat -  that sat in a seemingly empty flower pot: munching away on some seeds you had only just planted.
The cat prowled closer, paws moving slowly and silently and her whole body still crouched impossibly low to the ground. She neared the oblivious rat still munching away on some flower seeds. Then the feline readied herself to pounce, tip-tapping her soft paws in anticipation. She pounced.
There was hissing, clambering, clanking. The pot got knocked over. And even Astarion was barely even able to notice that the rat sped away and quickly wiggled away through some hole in one of the brickwalls. The cat went after it, trying to claw at it by sticking her front leg through the opening but it was already too late.
WIth another and this time very frustrated hiss the cat sat up again. She shook herself and then began to lick her paw while her tail swished around in annoyance.
Astarion smiled to himself as he observed the scene.
“Not every hunt can be successful, dear”, he said and grabbed the chalice of wine to take a sip. The cat’s head snapped around, green eyes immediately finding the source of disturbance.
She hissed again. Astarion huffed slightly.
“I merely pointed out the obvious. There will be another rat - there always is”, the vampire said with a grin towards the cat that narrowed her slitted eyes at him. Then he went back to his book.
The small furry creature though wasn’t done with the conversation though and slowly crept closer towards the vampire reclined on the chair reading.
Astarion who was now focused again on his reading again didn’t even notice. Itn was only when a raspy meow was uttered directly in front of him, that he put down his book again in surprise.
The small black cat was sitting in front of him now, tail still darting around in annoyance. In the lantern light it was now visible that the cat’s ear was chewed on and a stroke of scars crossing her eyes gave off the look of a seasoned fighter.
She gave another meow - raspy and very loud.
Astarion looked at the small angry critter in front of him.
“You’re not making me responsible for your loss, are you?”
(Meow!)
“Well, you’re not going to make a catch when you sit here meowing at me.”
(Meow!)
And with that the cat moved to forcefully rub her head against Astarion’s leg while aggressively starting to purr.
The vampire was taken aback, not really sure what to do with the random affectionate outburst. He just looked at the - rather small, as he now realised - feline wandering around his legs and positively headbutting him.
Then a thought sprung to his mind and he quickly jumped up, by that causing the cat to meow in protest. But Astarion had already thrown down the book and had went inside.
He’d remembered that there was some leftover cooked fish from your dinner.
“You’re done with this fish, yes darling?”, he screamed into the void of the house. You were dozing in the bathtub and didn’t even notice anyway.
He quickly put some of the leftovers in a bowl and some water in another before he went back outside.
The small street cat was still there, waiting begrudgingly and immediately hissing at the vampire as he came back.
“I’m doing something nice for you and that’s how I’m getting rewarded?” Astarion scolded the cat while putting down the two bowls in front of her. He clicked his tongue and then motioned towards the two bowls while settling down again, grabbing his cup of wine.
“Go on then! No need to complain anymore.”
The feline just slowly blinked at him. Then she sniffed at the bowl while eyeing the elf in front of her with suspicion in her glowing green eyes.
Meanwhile the vampire tried to act casually, opening up his book again but out of the corner of his eyes carefully observing the feral creature. And finally she indulged: gobbling up the leftover fish which probably was as much as a gourmet dinner for a street cat like her.
The street cat enjoyed her gratuitous meal while the vampire softly smiled to himself and returned to his reading.
When the cat was done, she licked over her snout profusely, spared the vampire a last glance and quick as an arrow darted off. Astarion had only been able to catch a black tail disappearing over a brick wall and clicked his tongue. “Not even a thank you, ungrateful little thing”, he said to himself but still smiled softly as he grabbed both empty bowls and carried them inside.
There he was met with your confused look as you walked into the kitchen while still toweling off your wet hair.
“Did you develop a sudden taste for fish?”, you asked your vampire with some suspicion. But Astarion just smirked at you.
“No, but a new friend maybe did.”
You frowned at him but let it slide for the time being.
-
Several days later Astarion had grabbed another book from his large pile of newly bought literature and with a chalice of wine in hand was just getting ready to take up his seat in the small garden. When he opened the door though he was startled.
A whole bunch of cats was sitting and strolling through the little garden - some seemed to be playfully chasing each other round, some were lurking from atop the brick walls or shyly hidden away in the bushes with only their eyes visible.
In the front sat the little black rascal Astarion immediately recognised. She cocked her small head at him, the chewed off ear twitching softly. She offered one of her rough meows. And quickly some of the others joined.
Soon all cats in the backyard were focused on the startled vampire who seemed rooted in place at the entrance to the garden. Some crept closer, starting to stroke around his legs as Astarion simply kept watching.
“Tav, darling?”, the pale elf screamed out towards the inside of the house. And alarmed by the tinge of panic in his voice you quickly came over and peeked over his shoulder with your mouth forming into a big “O”. Immediately, the street cats also started meowing at you, walking over to you standing behind Astarion and rubbing their heads against your legs.
“Well, Astarion - looks like you’ve made more than just one new friend.”
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Hi there! May i please request a mob!steve x reader where the reader used to be with him but when she found about his mob life she left him so like the HR he decided to ruin her life and one day he just shows up in her now downgraded apartment and manipulates and gaslights her into coming back to him, and she just goes back because she’s just in a vulnerable place
Feel free to add your own spin to it btw love your work soo much! Especially the biker!bucky 🤗
oh, i like this! and thank you so much for the love! i hope you enjoy. and i apologise for taking over a month to get back to you, shit’s been wild for me. okay, here we go:
Easy Luxury
Steve Rogers: You find out how your suspiciously wealthy boyfriend makes his money, and have to start over without it.
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It was never manipulation, it was a deep understanding that enabled him to know what you needed before you even opened your mouth, a symptom of being the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy next door type. Naturally, he knows what’s best for you, you’d never have to question him. And you didn’t.
Steve was suspiciously wealthy for such a humble and down-to-Earth guy, but you didn’t question it; his expensive car, his shiny watch, his high rise penthouse, his seemingly endless cash, you didn’t read too much into it, you just enjoyed his presence, and his luxury didn’t hurt either; anything you wanted, and things you didn’t, Steve gave to you, and you accepted gratefully. He even insisted you live closer to him until he didn’t have so many people coming in and out of his apartment for something he never quite explained, and then you could move in with him. You live in a nice ass building a block down from him, making for easy visits, curtesy Steve.
You sigh as you place your bag down in the lift on the way up to the top floor, excited to surprise Steve. You had head to see your parents for what was supposed to be two weeks, but after just one you’d had enough, and you missed Steve.
You excitedly bounce on your toes as you pick your bag up again, the elevator numbers just a few ticks from the top. With a wide grin, you stare straight ahead as the the doors open, and that smile immediately drops.
Right in the middle of your living room, Steve is ripping the teeth out of a guy tied to a chair. Even the back of his shirt is bloodied, and there’s so much blood on the floor you have to assume there have been many other people in this man’s position in the time you’ve been away.
“You fucking rat,” he grunts as he pries the man’s mouth open again and sticks an adjustable wrench into the back of his cheek. It clasps onto one of his wisdom teeth and Steve pries it out, and you can tell he’s satisfied despite his back facing you. The man lets out a bloodcurdling scream and Steve tosses the tooth onto a pile of at least five others.
“Workin’ for the Starks, huh?”
The Starks are a well known mob family in New York, and if they’re Steve’s rivals then…
You gasp out loud.
Steve whips around, and his face, though covered almost entirely in crimson, goes pale.
“Baby! You’re back early.”
You finger flies to the close button for the doors, pressing furiously as if that’s gonna make it happen faster. Steve races towards you, calling your name as you anxiously push the button at lightning speed. At the very last split second, just before Steve can stick his hand between the doors, they shut, and the lift begins to descend. You hear Steve’s frustrated “Fuck!” and banging above you as your stomach sinks with the elevator.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, what can you do? Steve had convinced you to quit your job, you pretty much lived exclusively off of him, but you can’t possibly stay with him, yet you’re rendering yourself homeless if you leave.
Once you get to the ground floor, you race out the door, leaving your bag behind and ignoring a concerned look from the doorman as you dart out. You phone buzzes in your pocket, and you know it’s Steve. You ignore the vibrating phone call and run towards your apartment. You’re sure you have some money cobbled together from Christmas cards over the years. No way in hell you can pack your things, and you know you’ll have to get rid of your phone, but you need at least a little bit of cash.
You’re sure you’re on the verge of dying from a lack of oxygen as you make it to your apartment and slam the door behind you, locking it, too, though you doubt that’ll keep him out.
You’re furiously rummaging through drawers when a gentle rap at the door makes your soul damn near leap out of your body.
“Honey?” Steve calls, voice calm as ever, as if he didn’t just commit such unspeakable violence, and who knows what fucking else he’s done that you’ve never seen? And how did he get here so quick? Is he still covered in blood and spit and flesh and evidence from his torture?
You try to tune him out as you look for the last of the envelopes to add to your small pile, but you can’t ignore his gentle voice trying to coax you into a state of relaxation he would soothe you into when your anxiety became too much to bare.
“Sweetheart, let’s talk about this.”
“Go away!” you manage to shriek through hyperventilation.
“Don’t do something stupid,” he warns, voice low in a way you’ve never heard him use before, and if you were terrified before, you were on the verge of a heart attack now.
With a few envelopes and no way to escape, you run to the window and peer down; you’re three floors up with some soft patches of grass beneath you. You don’t have time to even calculate it, surely adrenaline will get you through the pain if you’re severely hurt. You’re working up the nerve, and just as Steve busts the door in, yelling your name, you jump, luckily landing on your feet, but falling soon after, and briefly wondering if you’ve dislocated your knee as you scramble to stand and start running.
Steve shouts your name from the window but you don’t even look back, just running to God knows where. You’re sure you’ve run full speed for more than half an hour when, by such luck, you stumble across a really cheap looking motel. Just as you throw some cash to the guy to give you a key, you feel around in your pockets for your phone, panicked, and for the first time in your life, you’re glad to have lost it. He can’t find you now, at least not by tracking, you hope. Though you might have expected to be plagued by insomnia due to your stress, you pass right the fuck out as soon as your head touches the crusty pillow on the room’s stained mattress.
***
The sun isn’t out when you snap your eyes open, it couldn’t have been more than six hours since you ran away, then, but there’s no sign of Steve, and you let out the biggest breath of relief there ever could be. You head to the bathroom to shower and think of your next move, but it’s so filthy you wonder if you’re only making yourself dirtier by stepping in. You’re sweaty, and your body is physically tired from the sprinting. You flop onto the floor as you try to consider your next move. You’ve got an old friend living in Queens! You haven’t spoken to her in years, literally since high school, but since then she had practically been living on her own and raising herself and her sister, you can’t imagine she’s moved since then.
You have to walk a ways before you manage to get to an area you can hail a cab, and that takes a little more effort than you would have liked to exert. By some grace you manage to remember the address, and as you pull up, the house looks pretty much the same as all those years ago, giving you a glimmer of hope.
You drag yourself to the front door and manage to knock despite your weak body.
The door opens after a few moments to reveal the red hair you haven’t seen in forever, yet still, she looks virtually the same.
“Natasha!” you say as you collapse into her arms.
“Oh my God!” she cries, but she catches you with ease, “What are you doing here? What happened?”
You can barely speak, but she seems to somewhat understand as she leads to you to her living room and gently sets you down on the couch. Her blonde sister comes running into the room, eyes wide and panicked.
“Yelena!” Natasha calls, and hurriedly says words in Russian you could never understand. Yelena leaves and returns with a cup of water, which you gratefully accept, not realising just how thirsty you actually were. You gulp down the water like a dying fish and Yelena immediately leaves to get you another.
Sitting down and not on the verge of dehydration, you can speak, but your voice is still hoarse.
“I’m sorry for dropping in like this—”
“Don’t ever apologise for coming to me,” she cuts you off sternly, nearly angrily, like she’s irritated you thought you could ever bother her. She was this way in high school, but still, you haven’t spoken in years and years, and you feel bad for that. You know she can help you, or she’ll try to do everything in her power to do so, but you can’t let her get involved in mob business… like you were, unknowingly.
“I’m just in a rough spot,” you say, nodding thanks to Yelena as you take the second cup of water and down it even quicker than you did the first one. She sits down next to you, concerned, as Natasha is seated across from you on the opposite couch, leaning forward, forearms on her thighs as she listens attentively, “Don’t have a job or a place, or anyone else I can go to. I’ve got a bit of money, can you help me find a cheap place?”
“Just stay with us,” Yelena says, sitting up straight.
“Yeah,” Natasha agrees, “It’s clear there’s a lot going on, please, don’t be alone right now. You can stay here, I can help you get a job.”
Even after all this time, she treats you so beautifully, but you can’t let her get wrapped up in this; if Steve finds you, he might hurt Nat and Yelena, and you’d never be able to live with that (and maybe you won’t have to if he kills you too).
“No!” you say, a little louder than needed, causing the pair to give you strange looks, “Please,” you say, speaking softer now, “If you want to help me, can I just use your shower and you help me get a place? I know you know a lot of people.”
You can tell she wants to protest, but Nat only presses her lips into a thin line and exhales through her nostrils, nodding before standing up.
“Okay,” she concedes, “Yelena will get you some fresh clothes and I’ll make some calls.”
“Thank you,” you say, with more sincerity than you ever have in your life. Yelena helps you up, and you want to protest, but realise you’re a lot weaker than you thought, and you can’t tell if it’s mental or physical exhaustion.
You have to sit down in the shower, rinsing the stickiness off of you and watching it float in the few centimetres of water before being whisked down the drain.
You’re steadier on your feet once you’re clean and dressed, and you pop into the kitchen just as Nat hangs up her phone.
“Okay, I’ve got somewhere $95 a month, but it’s not great.”
You shake your head, “It’s perfect, thank you.” You counted around $650 in your cash, but if you get a job you can make it work.
“But you’re not leaving before you eat.”
Eating breakfast with Nat and Yelena takes the weight of the world off your shoulders, the three of you laughing about events from a decade ago with the same vigour you did when they first happened. But you can’t shake the feeling you have to leave, quick.
You’re nearly done helping the pair clean up when Nat comes up to you.
“Hey, what’s your number? We should stay in touch, even if just for a few months, just so I know you’re okay.”
“I lost my phone,” you sigh.
“I’m drop in every once in a while then, okay? And you can’t fight me on this. I’m honestly really worried about you,” she throws her dish rag over a chair and walks up to you, holding your shoulders as she looks into your eyes, “But I’m so glad you came. I’m always here for you. So is Yelena.”
You look to the doorway Yelena’s leaning against and she gives you a smile, but it’s a little sad.
“Thank you, Nat. I love you, so much. And I’m sorry it’s been so long.”
“These things happen, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re in one piece. Looks like you had a hell of a night.”
You laugh shakily and nod, “I did. I’m surprised I didn’t dislocate a knee.”
“Oh my God… okay, conversation for another time, let’s just get you into your place. Do you have anything we need to take?”
You literally have no earthly possession with you at this point besides the envelopes, which you tuck into the inner pockets of Nat’s biker jacket she’s lending you. You refused to take any clothes other than one other pair of pants and a t-shirt, but Yelena promised she’d wash your others and bring them back, though you’re not even sure you want them anymore.
“I’ll be back with them tomorrow,” she says as she closes the door, leaving you alone in a flat you’re sure has mould.
There’s only a couch, a mattress, and a clock you’re not sure if displays the correct time, which is more than you were expecting. You flop down onto the slightly dirty couch and run your hands over your face. Now fed, hydrated, and somewhat rested, you can’t think of anything else to distract you from thoughts of Steve…
Okay, you’ll try to find a job tomorrow, for today, there’s nothing more you can do but try to sleep, even though it’s not even midday yet.
***
As promised, Yelena drops off your clothes the next morning, with the tears poorly sewn up, but you thank her for the effort and encourage her to leave the building before you do, in case Steve is watching, but you don’t cite that reason.
Half an hour later, you stride out, taking a walk down the dodgy streets, and luckily, you come across a bakery with an “URGENTLY HIRING” sign in the window. Your little streaks of luck would mean much more if it wasn’t overshadowed by everything else, and your luck ends when you’re half way into the interview.
“What?!” you gasp, trying to lean over to get a better look at the computer screen the interviewer (who’s just some teenager, probably a temp) is trying to shield from you.
“Ma’am, you have a charge for robbery, we can’t hire you.”
You exit in a daze, nearly numb at the realisation Steve would go this far. Why not just kill you? If he was worried you’d go to the police (the thought had never even crossed your mind until this moment), he’d just fucking kill you, or kidnap and torture you, he wouldn’t just leave you to rot out in the real world, that’s too risky.
You sadly make your way back to your flat, and who’s there when you open the door?
Steve stands with a crisp blue shirt in the centre of the room, and what can you do about it.
You fall to your knees and sob, face in your hands as you try to take in your fate. What did he want with you? You want to say you swear you’ll never tell anyone, that you haven’t told anyone, but you can’t speak through your gasping sobs.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, slowly making his way over to you, like he’s worried he’ll scare you off, “It’s okay, don’t worry, I’d never hurt you, baby, you weren’t supposed to see that, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn’t want to hurt you, ever, but I have.”
He sighs, and you manage to look back up at him, a somber coat over his blue eyes.
“And look at you,” he gently raises your arm to trace a finger over scrapes and scratches you guess are from darting through narrow alleyways and through thick bushes, “Baby, and look at his,” he gestures around him to the damp flat, and you sniffle, “You can’t stay here, come back, I’ll take care of you, like I always have.”
“Th- the arrest—”
“I had to do that, baby, I’m sorry. I just had to. If you were with me that never would have happened, see? And it can all go away. Honey, I’m offering you the world, all you have to do is come with me.”
With teary eyes you look around. You can’t live here too long or you’ll get some kind of mould poisoning, you can’t get a job, you can’t endanger Nat and Yelena…
“Okay,” you sigh, defeated, and just as Steve starts to smile, there’s a knock at the door. Natasha calls your name and you tense up, Steve looks down at you with his head cocked to the side.
“I think you better answer that, sweetheart. Tell her you’re not gonna be here anymore.”
He pulls you to your feet and you gulp as you lean your head against the door.
“Yeah?” you answer.
“Let me in.”
If Steve sees Nat, he’ll know who to look for if you try anything like this again. But he’s sitting patiently on the couch, and he nods towards the door, beckoning you to open it. You take a deep breath and crack it open a bit.
“Hey, what’s up?” you think you say, but you can barely hear your words over the pounding of your heart.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, and you shoot a glance behind you, which you immediately regret when Nat bounces on her toes to get a look.
“Yeah,” you block her vision and bring her attention back to you, still trying to keep the door as close to closed as possible, “I… I have to go…”
“What?” she asks, “You just got here, what’s changed?”
“Things have worked out, it’s all good now, don’t worry—”
You freeze as you feel Steve behind you, his tall frame casting a shadow over you and Nat. You shut your eyes, willing this to be a trick of light or a hallucination due to stress, it can be anything but real.
“Hi. Steve Rogers,” he extends his hand, and Nat tentatively takes it, in only a way you know — to everyone else, she wouldn’t seem cautious, but you saw the clench in her right knee that gives away her switch to defence.
“Natasha Romanoff.”
Fuck, Nat, why did you say your name!?
“Nice to meet you. Don’t worry about her, she’s in good hands with me.”
She nods.
“Steve, could you go get my clothes for me? I think they’re in the bathroom or the bedroom, they’re the only two other rooms.”
He nods and turns away. Once he’s out of sight, Nat’s expression turns panicked as she scans your face, noticing tears welling. She doesn’t say it, but you can tell she’s pleading “Come with me.” You shake your head and quickly wipe away the tears before they fall, just as you hear Steve’s approaching footsteps again.
You shut the door just as he exits the bedroom with your neatly folded clothes from your recent run.
“Natasha washed these, I assume? Or was it Yelena?”
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celtic-crossbow · 2 months
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Chapter 16
Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; male on female violence; female on male violence; allusions to SA; injuries; blood
A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little shorter. It was very heavy to write. Please be mindful of the warnings!
Your back hit the wall, knocking the breath from your lungs. The taste of blood was strong and metallic in your mouth from biting your tongue the last time he hit you. Daryl’s hands were immediately on your throat, pressing enough to make breathing difficult but not impossible. 
There was a cut on his cheek, his lip split and bleeding. “What’re ya gonna do now?” You whined and struggled, his hold only tightening. “Y/N!” Your wide eyes met his, bruises throbbing. 
“I…I…” You fought the tears but they just kept coming. 
“Who am I?” You grit your teeth, fingers clawing at his wrists. The archer leaned in close, growling in your face. “Who am I, Y/N?”
“Daryl!” You choked out, vocal chords grating against the pressure.   
“No!” He removed one hand, slapping you hard across the face. Your jaw clenched, cheek burning. “Would he do this? Would he?”
“No!” You shouted, squirming when he pressed his body weight against you. “Never!”
“Cryin’ like a lil’ bitch! Is that gonna save ya out there?!” Daryl pulled you forward and slammed you back again, the cement scraping your back through your t-shirt. “Who am I, Y/N?!”
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He had started simple. Push-ups, crunches, lunges, core strengthening exercise. No matter how your muscles burned; how weak you were by the end of the day, he wouldn’t allow you to stop for more than a small water break until dinner time.
Sometimes you ate, sometimes you showered, and sometimes you just went up to the perch and burrowed into the mattress, your need to be clean forgotten in favor of the burning ache in your arms and legs. Regardless of your choice, Daryl would follow you. He’d hand you the shorts and tank top you’d started using for sleeping and turn his back until you changed. You’d hear the water dripping into the basin as he wrung out a cloth, holding it over your sore arms and legs. 
“Ain’t got no ice. M’sorry.”
You’d smile tiredly and thank him. 
When your muscles cramped, he’d massage them while telling you how well you did that day. If you made mistakes, he’d talk you through it as the rough pads of his fingers worked the tension out of your body. 
“Drink your water. Ya muscles do somethin’ that sucks if ya don’t drink enough after ya piss ‘em off.”
You had laughed at his verbiage, but tipped the cup to your lips anyway. 
The evening before you were supposed to begin learning hand to hand defense, you couldn’t find Daryl anywhere inside the prison. 
“Hey, have you seen Daryl?” You asked from the doorway of the kitchen. Carol glanced up from the stew with a gentle smile and you knew that she knew. Of course she did. The archer talked to her about everything. 
“He’s outside. Down by the garden.” You nodded and turned away, looking over your shoulder at the soft call of your name. “Please remember he cares about you.”
You mulled over the words before giving her a thin-lipped smile. “I know.”
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Daryl watched the clouds move across the orange and purple sky, the most beautiful part of the day in his opinion. When things began to go still for the night. He could almost ignore the growls and snarls from beyond the fence and pretend he was on a hunting trip with Merle, everything back the way it used to be. 
He would have his brother back, but he wouldn’t have you. A catch 22 that he didn’t dare try to contemplate further. 
He heard your quiet footfalls from the top of the hill, his hunter’s senses still keen even though he had cut back in recent days to make sure your training was consistent. The community wasn’t happy that they were doing without the meat. Again. When it was your safety in question, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the thoughts of the community. 
“What’re you doing out here all alone?” You asked, plopping down beside him. He gave a soft snort. 
“Ya act like it ain’t somethin’ I do all the time.”
“Feels different this time.” 
He braved a glance at you, your expression soft and concerned. 
“S’ cause it is.” He replied. Daryl began plucking blades of grass while you laid your head on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch and it never failed to surprise him. 
“I know that everything that happens is so I can learn.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be okay.” You pushed against him slightly and smiled up at him when he looked down. His stomach fluttered and he found himself smiling back, even if it was only a slight upturn of one corner of his mouth. When you looked back to the sky, the colors blending and fading, you sighed in contentment. “It’s beautiful.”
Sunset forgotten, he kept his sights on you; the glow of the last light in your eyes, the soft tint of your skin. 
“Yeah, it is.”
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If you thought cardio was exhausting, then hand to hand defense was downright debilitating. You dodged and kicked and punched, soft contact while the moves were new. 
“That’s good. Now drop your arm.” Daryl instructed, his hold light while you did as he said. “Turn ‘round an’—” You spun and thrust the heel of your hand up, slow and deliberate, stopping just below his nose. The archer blinked at you while you waited for him to either praise or reprimand. “I didn’t teach ya that.”
Folding your fingers, you lowered your hand. “I’m sorry, it just—”
“Nah, it was good.” He smirked. “Real good.”
You beamed, feeling like you had made a lot of progress. You’d been practicing for three days, watching Daryl, memorizing, executing. It was clear that he had spent a lot of time fighting, teaching you to throw and dodge punches, where to kick to inflict the most damage, and how to wiggle out of certain holds. He was a scrapper, he’d told you as much. No fancy stances or breaking boards with your forehead. 
“M’gonna teach ya to fight fair an’ to fight dirty.” He had said. “If ya have to fight nowadays, dirty’s the way to go. In the end, ya just wanna survive.” You had nodded, learning what Daryl called cheap shots. “If ya can, ya always run. Fightin’s a last resort, ya hear me?”
“Okay.”
At first he only demonstrated and then watched you mimic. He touched you the least amount possible until he absolutely needed to and even then his hands were gentle in instruction. He didn’t tell you when you’d start actually engaging with him. 
You’d find out soon enough that he didn’t want you to know. 
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Daryl had lunged at you in the middle of push-ups one evening, snatching you from the ground by your hair only to toss you aside like a ragdoll. Dazed, you gawked at him, watched him remove the holsters holding his knife and gun. You chastised yourself for not seeing it coming. He’d kept you out late, nighttime nearly upon you. 
You crab-walked backwards to keep as much distance as possible between you, caught completely off guard and more than a little afraid watching him stalk toward you. 
“D-Daryl?” 
“What? Ya think you’re gonna get the courtesy of a warnin’ out there?” He was fast but you were faster, slipping away just in time when his boot came for your abdomen. “You gonna run?” You were levering to your feet, shaking your head while still matching each step of his toward you with a backward one of your own. 
“No.”
It was Daryl’s turn to shake his head. “Wrong answer.”
Now, there you were. Exhausted, aching, afraid. But were you afraid of Daryl? Of what Daryl could do? It was a thought that seemed misplaced, wrong. Even as he snarled just in front of you, his large hands squeezing your neck. Deep down, you understood he was protecting you. 
Perhaps even losing a piece of himself to do it. 
His palm caught the other side of your face. “M’fuckin’ talkin’ to you!” He squeezed harder, until you were finding it hard to breathe. 
“Daryl—” You rasped, cut off when he shook you again. You’d forgotten everything he’d taught you, the knowledge smothered under a barrier you couldn’t seem to get around. This was Daryl. 
“He ain’t here! Who. Am. I?!” The hand that slapped you grabbed your chin roughly and pushed back your head, your hair catching and pulling on the rough grooves in the cement. “Maybe this’ll jog your mem’ry.” His rough fingers released your face. You whined and yanked against his arm, freezing at the sound of a belt buckle. 
The memories came back so forcefully, you thought you felt the back of your head connect with the wall. 
“She fucking killed my brother! We don’t need her. Say the word and I’ll slit her throat right here.”
“That’s it, pretty girl. Your lips look so pretty on my cock.”
“I want my money back! She cried the whole time!”
“Next time, you’ll get more than a few cuts on your cunt.”
“Mmm, fuck. I’m gonna pound that tight little pussy. Then I’ll fuck your ass until you bleed.”
“You’re worthless.”
“Ugly bitch!”
“Whore!”
WorthlessbitchfuckingwhoregarbageworthlessworthlessWORTHLESS!
“I am… not… WORTHLESS!” 
Todd’s eyes widened at your sudden declaration. You raised your left arm straight, angling your body to the right to bring it down hard on the man’s wrists. He grunted, his hold loosening. You took advantage of his distraction, your left elbow connecting with his jaw one, two, three times. 
“I have FRIENDS.”
Jazz staggered backward, but you didn’t let him recover. Your fingers twisted into his hair for a solid grip, your knee coming up as you pushed his head down and connected with a splatter of blood on your jeans. 
“I have A HOME!”
The man that tore you so badly and left you to bleed fell backward onto his ass, stunned but no time to gather himself before you swept your leg up with a solid kick to his temple with the side of your boot. 
“And you don’t get to have any part of me EVER AGAIN!”
“Y/N, STOP!”
Carol’s voice cut through your rage, freezing it and then shattering it. You blinked, hard and fast. You were at the prison, footsteps running toward you. Daryl was sprawled out on his ass at your feet, his face a disaster of blood and swelling but the damn fool was smirking at you. 
“Atta girl.”
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You hugged Daryl for five straight minutes before Hershel patched the two of you up. 
You couldn’t tell if the old man was disappointed, upset, or impressed, his expression shifting so quickly with each wound he treated. Nothing was life threatening but man, did some of it smart.  Once alone, you wasted no time in crawling onto the archer’s lap with your arms around his stomach. 
“Please tell me I never have to do that again.” You mumbled against his shoulder. 
“Not to me at least.” One arm was wrapped loosely around you, not squeezing but his fingers flexed over your ribs, the movement calming you. 
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. One minute, it was you and then—”
“Ya saw them. I know. Don’t apologize.” 
You pulled back to stare at him incredulously. “You know?”
“Mhm.” He was regarding you with an unreadable expression, as if hiding behind a mask. “You weren’t gonna try if ya kept seein’ me, even with the bullshit I was spittin’ at’cha.” His left eye was already black, swollen with the sclera tinted red. His lip was split in two places, there was a laceration across the bridge of his nose that sat on top of another bruise. He was a wreck. You assumed you weren’t much better. One side of your face throbbed and your neck felt tender. “Needed ya to go back there. Didn’t want you to.”
You shuddered, your head dropping to rest your temple against his shoulder. Daryl’s heart was racing and only then did you notice that he was trembling. “Daryl?”
“M’sorry, Y/N. Went too far.” With his head now bowed, the fringe of dark hair obscured your view of his eyes. 
“I’m not upset with you.” Your fingertips toyed with a button on his shirt, twisting it back and forth. “And I’m not afraid of you.” He didn’t reply but there was the slightest tilt of his head, his interest piqued. “You made me face them. After all this time here, hiding and just…trying to forget. I’m not upset and for once, I’m not scared.”
“S’ good.” 
Releasing the button, you wrapped your arm around his midsection and squeezed. “It’s more than good, Daryl.” You looked up from beneath your lashes to find him gazing back at you. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve been trapped. In that club, inside that cage. But now,” you smiled at him. “I feel free, I guess.” You were pinned beneath the look he was giving you, the raw emotion in those cerulean eyes. “Thank you.”
Finally, he nodded and gently removed you from his lap, taking more care than usual. “M’ still sorry.” Daryl reached toward the bruised side of your face only to hesitate before retracting his hand completely and turning on a heel to leave the cell. 
He continued swiftly past Carol without as much as a glance, her hand barely brushing his bicep. The other woman paused briefly to watch him go and then continued forward. “Not as bad as I thought, honestly.” You barely acknowledged her, focused intently on the doorway. “He’ll be okay, Y/N. Give him some time.”
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You didn’t chase after him. You wanted to but you heeded Carol’s advice. Showered and changed, you settled onto the mattress and waited. It was well into the night now, the anxiety of not knowing where he had gone gnawing away at some place beneath your ribs. 
Daryl had helped you face your demons. You were by no means healed but you no longer felt powerless underneath the weight of the memories. They’d always be there, in the back of your mind. Sometimes you’d still succumb to their taunting but you knew now that you’d find your way back. 
You sat up when the door to the outside screeched open, followed by boots heavily dragging over the stone floor. You couldn’t see who had entered, but when the footfalls fell onto the metal steps, you relaxed. 
Daryl was back. 
He pulled off his vest the moment he was at the top, tossing it aside to crawl onto his side of the mattress, fully clothed and without a word. He had strategically avoided your gaze, his back facing you now. You wondered if touching him was a bad idea. He never seemed to mind any other time. But this wasn’t any other time. 
You knew by the slump in his shoulders as the two of you had headed to the Doc earlier that he was carrying a weight you didn’t know about or understand. While he encouraged you to talk about the things that hurt or scared you, he was essentially taking more than half of your burdens unto himself. When the weight became too much, Daryl had two coping mechanisms: isolation or anger. 
So as you watched him now, quiet and still, you wondered if he’d share his burden with you. You’d gladly bear it if it meant the archer could have some peace. You were growing stronger, reaching your most important milestone yet with his help. 
You reached for him but withdrew, recalling how you once felt. You never wanted him to feel that way. Ever. “Daryl?” He didn’t answer but his back tensed, shoulders drawing up toward his ears. “Daryl, can I touch you?” The moment that passed felt like forever, the silence of the prison formidable. 
“Yeah.” Though the tension remained, his voice was even but not cold. 
You kept your silence, lying down behind him with your body molding against his own. The embrace was gentle, your arm draped over his side to rest your hand unmoving on his stomach. You waited until he began to relax, albeit slowly, to nuzzle your uninjured cheek against the back of his neck. 
“Thank you for believing in me.” 
The minutes ticked on, your eyes growing heavy and mind drifting into the beginnings of sleep. Daryl moved but only slightly, not enough for you to pull away. When the warmth of his hand covered your own, your eyes calmly opened while your mouth curved into a smile. 
“Thanks for trustin’ me.”
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“We deserve this.” You wiggled happily on the mattress, popping another of your favorite berries into your mouth while Daryl snorted from where he still laid on the pillow. The two of you looked like next day cage fighters, bruised and sore. Carol had brought breakfast and demanded you both took the day off. She was already fixing the archer with a glare before his mouth even opened in protest. 
If she had any thoughts about finding you still spooning him with your fingers intertwined, she kept them to herself. 
“Don’t feel right, layin’ on my ass while ev’ryone else works.”
“Just enjoy it, okay?” You offered him a berry. Your breath caught in your throat when he kept his arms folded behind his head and simply opened his mouth. There was a not-so-unpleasant tightening in your stomach but you were careful to keep your fingers distant from his lips when dropping the fruit. 
“Whatever. Nothin’ even hurts.” The archer griped while still chewing. Eating another berry of your own, you nonchalantly poked his bruised cheekbone, satisfied with his indignant ow!
“Thought nothing hurt?” You grinned over your spoonful of oats, inwardly wincing when cut next to your nose pulled. 
“You’re a menace.” He quipped, nudging your arm with his elbow. 
“It’d be fair to say that you made me this way.”  You tossed a berry at his face, giggling when he scrunched up the right side to keep it out of his eye. 
“S’ offensive.” 
“You’re offensive.” 
His fingers pinched your ribs, inciting a yelped giggled from your throat while you struggled to keep your bowl of oats from splattering onto the mattress. 
“Oh, an’ you’re ticklish.” He stated, straight-faced with a twinkle in his eye. 
“Oh no. Don’t even think about it.” You scooched over, nearly falling off the mattress as he sat up, stoicism in every inch of his expression. “I mean it, Daryl.”
“M’sure ya do.” 
You sat the bowl down carefully, easing your foot to the floor. “I’m injured.”
“Uh huh.”
And then you were gone, barefoot and in your pajamas. Daryl was hot on your heels, his boots slapping the pavement after you exited into the yard. Damn! You’d forgotten he’d gone to bed fully clothed. 
“Hey!” Carol shouted as you bolted past. “You two are supposed to be resting!” There was laughter in her scolding, undoubtedly thrilled to see the archer engaging in playful enjoyment. Even you were bewildered, but happily so. 
You had brought this part of him to the surface, you’d like to think. He was smirking. He was relaxing. He was…fuck, he was gaining on you. 
“Daryl, no!” You shouted just as his arms encircled your waist, lifting you off the ground. You caught a glimpse of each smiling face as he spun with you, but you never stopped squirming. “Put me down!”
“Nah.” He stilled and just held you there, your feet just above the ground. You were pulling and working at his hands, trying aimlessly to pry his fingers open.
“Daryl, put me—” 
The sound of a car door startled you, but only slightly, your bright smile remaining until you looked at the gate. 
And your blood ran cold. 
“Daryl.” 
The archer lowered you to your feet, leaning around to watch your expression freeze in abject terror. You could see his head turning from the corner of your eye, a growl reverberating in his chest as he pushed you behind him,
Placing himself between you and Big Jazz. 
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lactoseintolerentswag · 6 months
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Rise Characterizations Pt. 5!!!!!
Okay I promised I'd share my Splinter reference notes, so here I am! Also wanna take a moment to thank everyone reblogging the prev. parts. All the tags/notes are so sweet!!! Anyway, here's our one and only Rat Man,
Splinter Character Notes
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Language Habits:
Catchphrase: "HOOOOOT SOUP!!!"
Will yell "whoa/oh nelly!" when in a tight spot or stumbling around
Makes puns/dad jokes, and laughs at said jokes to himself
A poor liar, will skirt around the truth until you drop it
Penchant for interrupting people if he's not interested, devout user of "yada, yada", "ah, bup, bup, bup"
Verbalizes his attacks/moves, something his sons pick up on. Could be a habit picked up from his action star days, such moves include: lights off jitsu, and slow motion jitsu
Uses 2010's slang, (i.e. "totes", "chillaxed"), could see him incorrectly using up to date slang to embarrass his boys
In a group refers to his sons as "boys"
One by one will refer to his sons by their designated colors, but will pull out the full name (not nickname) if the situation is serious
Also refers to Donnie as "the funny one"
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Personality:
A performer, well he is an actor after all. He knows how to captivate an audience. Splinter likes attention--something that may be connected to his strict childhood with high expectations--but he also performs for his boys. To keep them happy, but most importantly safe. This also means he keeps his true emotions tucked closely to his chest
Jovial. Despite his dark past and heavy responsibility thrust upon him at a young age, Splinter is always laughing. He finds the fun in everything
Secretive. As mentioned before, Splinter tends to keep things close to his chest. Despite this, he's a terrible liar. He'll just avoid the truth until it comes back to bite him in the ass. This makes him sometimes a little emotionally unavailable
Lazy. He always finds the easiest way to do something, and procrastinate on his responsibilities as long as possible
Vain. He's glory seeking for all the proper attention he lost in his youth. So the Lou Jitsu aspect of his life boosted his ego in irreparable ways. He also uses the identity of Lou Jitsu to escape from the idea of being stuck as a rat. Glorifying the past is way to find comfort for him
Adrenaline junkie. Part of that glory-seeking and glorification of the past manifests into him needing adrenaline to feel alive. (i.e. when he steals the tank)
Attentive and empathetic. He can be a little hare-brained when it comes to remembering the details, but he's always very attentive to his sons needs. In flashbacks he's shown to supply them with items needed for their interests (i.e. little Mikey gets art supplies), and always apologizes when he messes up (i.e. the conversation he had with Donnie). This empathy also extends to other people and animals, as he was sympathetic with Cassandra when she was lamenting about the foot clan and was immediately worried about the turtles Draxum had in his lab
Protective. He would sacrifice everything to save his sons, and he does
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Miscellaneous:
His tail is Very expressive, and one of the most active parts of his body, so if you want to subtley show emotion I'd focus on that
Has a Lou Jitsu body pillow
Remembers all his stunt double's names
Snores loudly
Talented singer, can sing opera and lived next to a karaoke bar in Japan
The show he watches the most is called "Soapy Treadmill", a Japanese game show where they throw things like scorpions at people who are soapy on treadmills
Has a "do not touch!" cabinet, full of trophies, mystic artifacts, and mementos of his past
I have a List of all the mentioned Lou Jitsu movie names mentioned in S1, but I'm probably gonna wait till the end of my S2 rewatch and post it separately (it's also long too). Will link here!
I'm also gonna add a recommendation here at the end.
This is for the white and non East Asian folks. I'm not as well-versed in East Asian or Japanese culture, but Splinter is a first generation immigrant! He keeps a distance from his heritage because of the trauma of his youth, and the role Lou Jitsu probably also forced him to westernize his identity to make it more palpable to Hollywood. But it would be a disservice to sever parts of his identity, because one is uncomfortable or not knowledgeable in writing it.
For my white folks intimidated by writing a person of color because they want to get it right, research always helps. Research helps with everything!!! writingwithcolor here on tumblr actually has a lot of useful resources, here's their guideline, and a research chart one of their moderators created, which I personally found to be very helpful. I believe their ask box is closed right now, but if you ask questions in the future be nice!!!!
Anyway I'm gonna do April next :)
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Your Ulquiorra plans are very intriguing, he may be one of my faves from the og- How does he survive exactly and how does he end up in the court guard?
Do they let him roam and leave him be like the crow problem or do they eventually have dedicated arrancar babysitters? What is Ulqui the most curious about, is there certain squads he hangs around in more than others? Does his social awareness get better or does he try obliterating some poor sod because they stood in the middle of the hallway for too long? Does he manage to make some friends?
He do be a blorbo fr
Asking for a friend obvs and not for a Squad 9 ficlet at all *clears throat*
...so he actually ends up in the Royal Realm, not the court guard.
Specifically, when everyone else finally manages to subdue Aizen, Gin yoinks him off to the Royal Realm to be fed to the Life Machine, Ulquiorra zips through the portal after them, because he's determined to finish actually kicking Aizen's ass.
Instead, Ulquiorra ends up inside the Actual Soul King Palace, with exactly no supervision.
Being as the total population of the royal realm is 5 super-captains, a couple dozen assistants of dubious autonomy, and Gin, it's not hard for Ulquiorra to go do whatever the hell he wants undetected for several weeks, and when people do start noticing that things are amiss-
Kirinji is having a deeply paranoid reaction to the sudden appearance of masses of black hair in the drains of some of his hot springs. 
At first he thinks he’s going bald, but then he begins to suspect the other guards… and then that this is, somehow, a message from Tama.  The Kodoku is almost done, isn’t it?
Not wanting anyone to learn his secret, he tells no-one.
Hikifune notices that some of her food is missing- high protein, fat and iron stuff like pork belly and calf liver, but also candies and fruits.
At first she thinks there’s rats again, but then realizes- This is what someone used to starving takes. She prepares a more nutritionally balanced care package for him, along with a note that he’s welcome at her table any time.
...Hikifune didn’t kill the Mod Konpaku- she smuggled as many as possible into the royal realm with her as sous-chefs, but she couldn’t get all of them, and some still shuffle in, drawn to their mother.   She hopes her lost children will all come home soon.
Not wanting to jeapordize the safety of her children, she tells no-one.
-Senjumaru is initially *pissed* that SOMEONE not only stole a pair of denim short pants from her latest collection, they used her good fabric shears to CUT HAIR, but then she gets a better look at the black fur and WOW this is terrific long fringe stuff what is it it’s too soft to be horsehair, too long to be rabbit and there’s LOTS of it??? 
Well.
She supposes they can have a pair of Jorts in exchange.  She leaves him a note to make an appointment next time, she’ll make him something that fits instead of whatever is on the rack.
Not wanting to lose her position or the possibility of a new friend, she tells no-one.
Ichibe gets up in the middle of the night because he’s feeling restless- something is nagging him, trivial but irritating, like a pea irritates a princess, and goes into his studio to practice strokes and katas to soothe himself. 
But in the middle of the studio, standing over the good paper, is some sort of DEMON with glowing green eyes and horns and terrible bat wings and… jorts?  He’s so startled he doesn’t immediately strike the wretched thing down OR read it’s name and it scrambles away, the tail knocking over everything in the middle shelf of his inkstand and splattering it *everywhere* before it jumps out the window and flies away.
Ichibe curses and gnashes his teeth- everything is MESS, and FURTHERMORE, The Damn Thing has used up his good hot press paper and written the most AWFUL poetry… in unfortunately extremely good calligraphy.
Deeply embarrassed, he tells no-one.
...They're all WAAAAAY too paranoid and secretive to actually *tell* any of their colleagues that something weird is going on.
Except Oetsu, who assumes Ulquiorra is a Zanpaktou spirit that's crawled out out the pit from which all spirits he builds swords for emerge, and that absolutely nothing unusual is going on at all!
Sure, Batboy is a little bit weird and talks like a Bryonic protagonist, but it's nice to have somebody to actually *talk* to for once.
Oetsu has never actually *been* to spirit world for any extended period of time, and is maybe a little iffy on some of the specifics of some of the latest happenings of the last 2,000ish years.
Like that Arrancar exist.
Sure, Batboy's got a weird hole in his chest, but Oetsu does not immediately associate weird negative space in a dude's torso with him being a hollow. He deals with MUCH weirder-looking spirts all the time!
Eventually, Gin realizes Ulqiorra followed him into The Royal Realm, but he doesn’t seem particularly bent on Destruction.
If anything, he seems to have gotten a good bath, filled out a little bit, gotten a sword, some MUCH better-looking trousers and some mysterious ink stains and overall calmed down and looks better.
...Good for him!
But Gin’s got a lot of work to do, so Ulquiorra is now his intern! Ulquiorra: What’s an Intern? Gin Uh. An intern is a guy who lives in the office closet who brings you snacks! Ulquiorra: …That doesn’t sound right, but I don’t know enough about internships to dispute it. Gin: Whatever, just bring me a rat or something. Ulquiorra: …How about some ham? Gin: That’d be great actually. Ulquiorra: Get hammed, idiot. *throws ham at Gin but he catches it in his mouth like a dog catching a frisbee* Ulqiorra, after a few minutes of watching Aizen get taffy’d: So what’s all this… for? Gin: *Explains The Life machine, and it’s subsequent befuckening* Ulquiorra: We should ask Orihime to do this.  She’s the smartest person I know. Gin: You know like four people, and the other three are the SOB in the taffy puller, a cat, and me.  That ain’t a high bar. Gin: …she is still smarter than both of us though. Hm. 
Ulquiorra spends a few months like this- wandering around exploring, visiting and gradually getting better at deciding to do things on his own initiative, and to just... enjoy existing.
Meanwhile, Orihime has been working on working out the math behind how Kido Spells are composed, and cracked into the language of Soul King and The Life machine. She’s worked out that there’s something squiffy about some of the spells- two kinds of logic, like there are two authors. (One is the Life machine’s original programming, the other is Soul King’s edits to Reality to improve the wheel). The second logic makes more sense for how reality actually operates, but isn’t as complete. -She’s puzzling over this discrepancy when Shiro wanders over and makes a bad “Maybe he’s Dead?” joke Orihime: ...that would explain a lot actually. See this line right here? It’s like. Half of a new spell. And also the most recent change I could find.  It’s like whoever was writing this got interrupted halfway through and just. Never came back to it. Shiro: Oh. Shiro: …Can you finish it? Orihime: ...I think I can, actually, but.  Well, I can’t figure out how he was making the edits stick? Like? Where was he inputting this that the spell actually changes reality? Ichigo: Aizen was trying to go to the Royal Realm where the Soul King lives, right?  Maybe the terminal to edit the mainframe is up there? Orihime: ... Orihime: Oh my god. I think you’re right. Orihime: Well, the universe didn’t implode so I'm pretty sure Aizen isn’t editing there, but… Orihime: *Takes out Matsumoto’s old spirit phone which she stole along with Hitsugaya's when she got kidnapped to Las Noches, frowns at it for a while, then dials a number on it* Ichigo, shiro: ?? Orihime: *Holds up a finger to indicate she’s on an important call and they need to be quiet. Someone answers Orihime: Ulquiorra? Ulquiorra: Bwah? Ichigo and Shiro: BWAH?? Orihime: We have a lot to talk about, but I need you to answer a few questions for me, please? Ulquiorra: ok??? Orihime: Where are you, right now? -- Ulquiorra is in Hikifune’s kitchen, snitching food again. Ulquiorra: …A Kitchen. Orihime: in broader terms.  Living world? Hueco mundo? Soul Society? Ulquiorra: uhhhhh… none of the above? Orihime: is it an additional plane of reality? Ulquiorra: yeah? Orihime: Is there a large palace or something like that in it? Ulquiorra, worried: Yeah?? Orihime: is there, anywhere in that plane, but probably in the palace, a place with a lot of math text in it, like I was writing on the walls of Las Noches? Ulquiorra, alarmed: Yeah??? Orihime: Oh, good! Ulquiorra: It is? Orihime: Well, yes, but listen- Listen, okay? UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU, OR ANYONE ELSE, TOUCH **ANY** PART OF THAT WRITING. Ulquiorra: Why? Orihime: the universe might end. Ulquiorra: …I’m gonna go lock that room real fast. Orihime: Thank you. Call me back when you can and we’ll talk, okay? Ulquiorra: Yes Ma’am! *Hangs up* -- Ichigo: WHAT Shiro: YEAH, WHAT Orihime: Good news! Nothing broke yet! Both: Yet? Orihime: I uh. I’m pretty sure. That nothing broke. And that Ulquiorra is kind of technically guarding the place where God edits the computer code that makes up reality. Both: … Shiro, despairing: THAT FUCKING MORON?? Ichigo: yeah, that’s not “Good” news. Orihime: It’s fine! Just so long as nobody breaks in there, it’ll be fine!
Anyway, I hope that helps, and it's GRIMMJOW that ends up drafted into the Court Guards :)
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doughliciousfrosting · 4 months
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What was it like for your Transfem Leo to come out to her family?
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Intro:
Oh my god I love this question. I LOVE ANY QUESTION ACTUALLY. Personally I've been debating on whether Leo would come out as transfem before or after Splinter's death. I've decided before for the simple reason that I really want Splinter to have a nice moment with her as her daughter yk? I guess I'd have to start off with how Leo realized she was transfem. I'm gonna be honest prior to this ask I hadn't given it much thought so I'll try my best to figure it out here right now!! If my initial headcanon for this changes I'll make an update post on it later.
Leo realizes she's transfem:
I'd imagine the turtles themselves don't really have a strong sense of gender, since not only are they turtles, they've also spent the first 15 years of their life in social isolation in the sewers. The only idea of gender they really percieve stems from Splinter, and from their perspective I imagine they kind of just interpret Splinter as a ninja and nothing else. So I think Leo initially tries her best to mimic Splinter and his behaviors. I think Leo's view on herself completely shifted when they met April, because she was an entirely new person. I think Leo at first didn't think much of it because April was human, but then when they met Casey she didn't feel the same kind of envy YKWIM?? Like Leo took one look at April and was like "idk what that is but I wanna be that." I feel like this internal dialogue came to a climax when she went to visit the tea girl from S1. I headcanon she still visits and they have cute lil tea parties lol. So the little girl says she wants to give Leo a makeover, and at first Leo is like "haha no." And the girl is INSISTENT she's like "if you don't let me I'm going to scream and get my dad over here" and Leo caves finally, she's like "OKAY OKAY 😰😰" so the girl dresses her up with what she can (obviously the little girls clothes wouldn't fit Leo who has a huge ass shell on her back LMAO) and she tries to do Leo's makeup. Leo looks in the mirror and thinks like wow.. something abt this just clicks for me. And it kind of makes Leo realize like, this is what she had been wanting since she realized there were genders outside of her rat dad LMAO.
Coming out:
April:
With this in mind, I think that Leo wouldn't exactly have a word for what she is? And frankly I don't think she'd immediately take action either. I think she'd go to April for help, and after telling April what she felt, April would be able to explain what Leo is experiencing. So I guess unintentionally, she came out to April first LMAO 😭 and after Leo realizes she might be trans she's kind of like ermrmmm what do I do abt it now.... So I imagine April gives Leo help on where to start! I think she'd recommend Leo come out to her family members one at a time (if that's what she wanted). So Leo thinks on it for a couple of days or weeks.. (Let's be honest, months). And after finally mustering the courage, she picks a sibling to talk to.
Donnie:
I don't know if this is surprising to some people or not, but I feel like Leo would come out to Donnie first. Mainly because Donnie wouldn't yell (Raph) and would be less likely to accidentally tell other people (sorry Mikey..) Since the 2012 turtles aren't as in touch with emotions as the ROTTMNT turtles, I think that it would definitely be very awkward, but Leo would try to approach it as scientifically as possible. Which serves a double purpose of not being confusing and also being a little more devoid of emotion. I think Leo would start like "you know how gender is a social construct and etc.." And then after blabbing over her words Donnie would be like "hold on are you trying to tell me you're trans?" And Leo would be like "erm.. Yas? Unless u think it's weird because then no.." I think Donnie would know what trans means bcuz Donnie studies human society and stuff. I don't think he'd know how to respond, but I think he'd def question Leo on it out of curiousity, not malice. So after a thorough interview so Donnie can collect data LMAO Donnie kicks leo out the lab is like "cool thanks sis," and that's the end of it.
Mikey:
I think Leo would go to Mikey next because I dont think Mikey would care much BAHAHA. I imagine it's just Leo pulling up next to Mikey (whos doing something like hanging out with I.C.K. or practicing skateboarding) and I imagine the convo goes somewhat like this:
Leo: "Mikey?"
Mikey: "Yeah bro?"
Leo: "uhh I'm not ur bro, I'm ur sister it'd be cool if u could call me that from now on"
Mikey: "cool sis."
Mikey and Leo: "...."
Mikey: "do I still call u Leo orrrr?-"
Leo: "Leo is fine! I have to go train now so uhh bye?"
Mikey: "k bye Leo!"
Mikey would be so unbothered I think LMAO
Raph:
I think Raph would be last, why? Because any sort of convo with Raph regarding emotions tends to be very heavy for Leo and Raph together lmao. I think Leo would STRESS OUT, after telling Mikey she 100% has to tell Raph soon before someone else says something. I think Leo would ask to speak to Raph while Raph's in his room. After knocking and being allowed inside, Leo would sit on raphs bed completely silent and withdrawn. Raph would realize the serious atmosphere and give Leo his full attention. After a little awkward silence, raph would get over it and I think the convo would go something like:
Raph: "Whats up leo? You kinda just made urself cozy in my room. "
Leo: "I..... need to talk to u abt something"
Raph: "well yeah I figured that much"
Leo: "right...."
- more silence -
Raph: "so?? -"
Leo: "Raph. Do you hate girls"
Raph: "WHAT???"
Leo: "WAIT NO THATS NOT HOW I MEANT TO ASK THAT"
Raph: "are u asking me if I'm gay???"
Leo: "NOOO NO NO I'M ASKING ABOUT ME"
Raph: ".... Are *YOU* gay???"
Leo: " WAIT NO.."
Raph: "cuz it's fine if u are this is just a rlly weird way to say it"
Leo: "NOO NO I LIKE GIRLS, THATS NOT WHAT I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU"
Raph: "SO SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!"
Leo: *sighs*
Leo: "okay I like girls right?.. But I dont just LIKE girls, I also like um.. BEING a girl."
Raph: "huh???"
Leo: "LIKE. YOU KNOW??"
Raph: "wait so.. youre saying that youreeeee a girl?...." (Brain processing)
Leo: "yes...."
Raph: "....so are you gonna like wear dresses and tiaras now?"
Leo: "dude. Have u ever been around a girl?? U don't see April walking around in dresses and tiaras!"
Raph: "I was just asking jeez!!"
Leo: "well don't ask dumb questions!! And to answer ur dumb question no, I will not. I'm a ninja first, I don't think doing flips and Parkour around the city in a big poofy dress is very practical.."
Raph: "righttt.... so when are you gonna tell everyone else?"
Leo: *cringes* "emm I kind of already told everybody else besides splinter? ":)"
Raph: ".........."
Raph: "WHY AM I THE LAST PERSON TO KNOW!?"
-- end scene LOL --
Splinter:
I don't exactly have dialogue for this one, but I think it would definitely be the hardest one for Leo to do. I think Leo would feel like shes ruining splinters expectations of her or something yk?? So she starts off on this big ramble about how she'll always be splinters kid and she hopes this doesn't change anything. I think she'd come off as kind of hysterical so splinter would shut her down and straight up ask what's wrong. So Leo would blurt it out and splinter would 100% be accepting. I think splinter would tell Leo that back when he first named them, he assumed them all to be boys bcuz he didn't want another daughter at the time since he was still mourning Miwa and didn't want to feel like he was replacing her. Splinter would tell Leo he's honored to have her as a daughter now, and then ask if she wants another name that suits her. I personally think Leo would decline, I think she'd want to keep it because it's the one splinter gave her and she doesn't have a problem being called leonardo lolol
Conclusion:
Firstly, this was a long read so if ur still here thank u for listening to my word vomit!! Secondly, I'd like to give a disclaimer here.. **I AM NOT A WRITER** HELPMEAHSLAH I don't know if thats clear or not. I have a vague idea on how these events would go, but I can't always articulate them correctly. I hope this was somewhat comprehensible. And lastly, to the person who sent the message thank u for the asking!! This was very fun to answer and it made me give thought to something I hadn't before!
Edit: WAIT LAST THING I FORGOT TO ADD. I AM NOT TRANS!!!! So if the way I describe this experience for Leo doesn't seem right please let me know 😭😭
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wyldeking · 15 days
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I've rewatched the Owl House dozens of times now and my favorite scene (excluding season 3 because that shit is magical, pun intended,) is Hunter and Amity's fight at Eclipse Lake.
Earlier in the episode, Amity and Hunter have a chat where Hunter proclaims that they both have a lot at stake, unlike Eda and King. She attempts to argue but is interrupted by the sound of her Tamagotchi-Text thing, as Luz sends a text that Amity misinterprets as Luz threatening her with leaving if she doesn't return with the Titan Blood. Hunter almost directly after takes off and gets a massive head start to Eclipse Lake.
While Eda deals with the scouts and Kikimora, Amity chases after Hunter with King by her side. She enters the room to have this exchange with Hunter.
"Don't worry. I won't pick a fight. There's no Titan Blood."
"Then why are you digging?"
"Oh, it's simple really. Belos needs Titan Blood to make a new portal key. Can't get to the human realm without it."
"There's blood in the key?"
*Amity tightens her grip around the portal key.*
"Since I failed my last mission, I thought, 'Hey, a chance to make up for it.' But I can't go back empty-handed. Not again."
Hunter is noticeably hysterical, laughing between almost every sentence he speaks.
"Long story short, this is my grave. Want me to make you one too?"
"This is really bumming me out." King says simply.
"That's just life, rat. Everyone has a use, and if you don't pbtpbt bye-bye! Your friend gets it."
With the help of King, Amity finally learns how to interpret the text. Luz had never even thought of leaving her awesome girlfriend. Almost immediately after realizing, she becomes almost as bright and sunny as Luz is. With a burst of inspiration, she decides to give Hunter the best message she could think of.
"I grew up thinking that everything was an opportunity to justify existing, but there are people out there make you feel worthless. You just have to let yourself meet them."
She offers her hand, but unfortunately, Hunter notices the key sticking out of her coat, and a battle ensues. Hunter is sweating and incredibly anxious, which shows with the way he fights. Hunter keeps dashing around, making magical sparks fly everywhere. Meanwhile Amity is holding a poker face as she almost effortlessly dodges and blocks every one of his attacks. Every attack that she throws out has a very obviously calculated plan attached.
Hunter eventually tears the key away from Amity and they end up cornering each other. Despite that, Amity still very clearly has the upper hand, with a blade pointed at the neck of the battered Hunter that is caked in abomination goo. Hunter desperately thinking of a way out to give the blood to his uncle, tells Amity, quote;
"Listen, you're strong, and I'm tired. if this continues, you'll probably escape, but here's the thing: We know where to find you and your human. So just hand over the key."
Hunter's threat to kill Amity is completely empty, as they just displayed, Amity clearly has the upper hand. But Luz? The last time she saw her she was sick out of her mind and incredibly delirious. So Amity finally slips, the key cracks as her grip tightens, spilling half the blood. Hunter wins and slips away with the key.
This scene is so damn great because the emotions of the characters make perfect sense and intertwine with everything, we've known about them up until this point. Not to mention the music in this scene absolutely slaps ass and the animation is top-notch.
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Got any ideas for the demon bros with an MC who can carry them?
The Demon Bros with an MC who likes to carry them 
Demon Bros x Gender Neutral Reader (separately) 
Genre: Fluff
Content/Warnings: Mammon being a dumb tsundere, Asmo’s innuendos, Reader is a big strong sweetheart, very brief and small mentions of NSFW 
Not fully proof read, let me know if you see any errors!
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*Asmodues uses he/she pronouns 
Lucifer 
Oooohhh man 
Luci is, to put it bluntly, quite startled the first time you pick him up 
He’s used to thinking of humans as these fragile, puny little things 
So this was…jarring 
“W-What do you think you’re doing, human?!”
He’s used to being the one in charge, being the big domineering force 
So to suddenly be made to feel so small and frail is so foreign 
It puts butterflies in his stomach in a way he cannot explain and has never experienced before 
“Put me down, foolish human! …Why? B-Because I cant have anyone see me like this!” 
But he’ll think about it for days after 
He won’t ask for you to do it again, but if you do he’ll fight you significantly less 
He’ll grumble, but he won’t thrash in surprise 
“I don’t understand why you insist on doing this…No, that does not mean put me down. If you like it then…continue.”
Once he gets more comfortable with the idea he’ll start “asking” you to pick him up 
I put “asking” in quotes because he’ll really just hug you tight and whine and hope you get what he’s asking 
If you don’t, he’ll get frustrated and simply demand it 
It feels so nice to be held and carried, to finally be the one being supported 
To be lifted off his aching feet and give his body a break 
He needs more of that
His favorite time to be held is after a long day 
Especially if you carry him to his bed 
He’ll cuddle into your chest and cling to you until you put him down 
Please stay and lay next to him 
Please
Mammon 
Nearly shits his pants he’s so scared
“WOAH WOAH WOAH HOLY SHIT! PUT ME DOWN DUMBASS!” 
Kicks and flails like you’re holding him over the side of a cliff 
Hold him a bit tighter and shush him and he’ll calm down 
Only for a few moments though 
Then the embarrassment sets in, and his face goes red hot at the close proximity 
“Okay, okay! Y-You’ve had yer fun! Now put me down before somethin’ bad happens, ya idiot…” 
Crosses his arms and huffs as you put him down 
Like Lucifer, he won’t stop thinking about it for days 
Won’t do anything in front of his brothers, he couldn’t take the teasing 
But in private he’s much more open 
He’ll plop himself in your lap and simply demand to be carried 
And if you’re alone in the House of Lamentation he loves to be held while you do stuff around the house or just walk around 
He’s always looking for an excuse to jump into your arms as well
“I think I saw a demon rat! What? N-No, I’m not scared, I just don’t wanna get bit! Those things are wicked good at hiding, so maybe you should hold me for a while, just in case!” 
Likes to be held against your chest the most, but if you throw him over your shoulder (especially if you’re going up to the bedroom for…alone time) he’ll get so flustered his brain shuts down 
Give his ass a playful slap too
You’ll have him wrapped around your finger
Leviathan 
Nearly flatlines 
Red faced immediately 
Melts when he looks up to see you smiling down at him 
A thousand anime scenes of this scenario are flashing through his head guarantee it 
He tries to speak but it just comes out as whimpers and stutters 
Physically cannot form words
So instead he gives up on speaking and just throws his arms around your neck
He can’t say a word or look you in the eyes, but he’s definitely not protesting 
He might be trembling a bit, though 
Don’t worry, it’s good nervousness 
You make him nervous in the best way 
“O-Oh my stars…I-I didn’t…this is…woah….” 
Poor sweet baby is flabbergasted 
Assure him he’s okay and that you won’t drop him, and then he’ll calm down a bit 
“I’ve imagined being swooped up by a brave hero before, but…this is even better!” 
His love language is definitely physical touch, so he enjoys not only being held and cuddles but carried as well 
Especially if you talk down to him sweetly 
Oh, he’ll look up at you with the most love drunk expression 
He’s definitely the most forward about wanting to be held 
He’ll sit on your lap or if he’s really desperate even jump up and wrap his legs around you 
“Will you, um…p-please carry me? You don’t have to, I-I just…really want to right now…” 
He WILL reach up and do the cute little grabby hands
And he WILL say “pwetty pwease” if he has to 
He loves his strong human
Satan 
One of the more nonchalant reactions 
He’s a bit surprised at first, but doesn’t really mind it 
“Oh, what are you— Human? Is this some kind of game? …No? Hm, alright then.” 
Once he’s ascertained that you don’t need anything and simply wanted to pick him up, he’s done asking questions 
As long as you let him read while you hold him bridal style, he’s all good 
It’s quite nice, being rocked by your steps and small movements while he gets back into his book 
He’ll blush a bit if one of his brothers sees, but he doesn’t care enough to make you put him down 
If you have this skill, you may as well use it 
And you like carrying him too, so it’s a win-win! 
Every once in a while he’ll plant himself on your lap and ask to be carried, but he doesn’t particularly desire it, so he’ll simply wait for you to do it if you’d like 
He’ll gladly oblige any time 
Asmodeus 
Squeals in delight the first time you pick him up 
She’s simply giddy with excitement at this newfound ability! 
“Oh, human! You’re so strong! You know I loooove being manhandled…” 
His mind wanders to the gutter very quickly, so be ready for that
Jumps into your ames whenever he sees you 
He’s the shortest/smallest one, so it’s not like it’s particularly jarring or anything 
She’s always taking you to stores with her so you can lift her up and help her get stuff from the top shelves 
“Oh dear, those shoes are so high up! Could you be a dear and lift me? Pretty please?” 
Giggles like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever you lift her 
He’s pretty much always clinging to you, even if he doesn’t have a good reason 
He’s shameless 
And he wants what he wants 
And he is going to make it everyone else’s problem until he gets it
So be a good little human and hold her, okay? 
Beelzebub 
Definitely the most unbothered 
Doesn’t even stop eating his snack
It’s a bit odd seeing as he’s used to being the biggest and strongest, but  it’s definitely not bad 
Doesn’t crave to be held, but also doesn’t dislike it 
If you want to carry him, feel free to do whenever you’d like! No need to ask 
He trusts you enough to hold him tight without so much as a word 
Which is good since 60% of the time he can’t even say words with all that food in his mouth 
“You wanna carry me? Uh…can I ask why? ‘Just because?’ Alright then, but I’m not putting down my sandwich, okay?”
He’s pretty good at picking up on emotions, so to him it’s plain as day that it makes you happy 
And it makes him to happy to know you’re happy 
So he gladly goes along with it 
Because why shouldn’t he? It’s not hurting anything 
Even if it was, he would readily accept the consequences if it meant seeing you smile 
Belphegor 
Oh this sleepy motherfucker is IN LOVE 
Absolutely melts against you when you pick him up 
Sighs happily and shit too 
You’re so warm and he feels so secure in your arms, he could sleep here forever! 
“Wow, this is so comfy…how much would I have to pay you to get carried around all day?” 
You’ll gladly do it for free, don’t worry Belphie 
He likes when you carry him while you walk, the steady movements of your steps lull him to sleep 
90% of the time he’s asleep within the first two minutes of being held 
He’s the best at asking to be held or carried to 
“Hey, human, ‘m getting sleepy. Would you hold me until I fall asleep? I can’t get comfortable without you.” 
Bonus points if you hum him a lullaby 
He’ll fall asleep with a smile on his face 
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