#the guards would be too scared to kick em all out

[dirtydixonsgirl]

I’d love to see some Daryl x reader with some real Daryl whump. Serious but not too serious. They end up holed up somewhere, both with injuries but out of danger, but realize that they could have lost one another and act on their feelings then and there. Hot smut with ouchies and blood and maybe some woozy, aloof Daryl afterwards from blood loss. Happy ending, of course.

The things I like to read scare me sometimes.

Beautiful Bloody Mess

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/n: ohhhh this gonna get realllll smutty. thanks for requesting babe! keep em’ coming. i love to write for you all!!

WARNINGS: filthy filthy smut, blood, injuries, dirty talk, exhaustion, spanking etc. you know the deal babes. 18+

You and Daryl always found yourself in situations together. Whether that be going on runs, hunting or just being on guard watch together, you both sense the group did it on purpose, seeing how your friendship was, it wouldn’t surprise them if you both were secretly seeing each other, although you weren’t, the jokes they make still makes your stomach do flips while sending a deep blush over both of your faces.

You both found yourself in a new situation, one that was particularly dangerous. Very dangerous. The Governor had recently blown up the prison leaving it crumbling after him and his people attacked them, sending their group fleeing in opposite directions. They had no idea who was alive and who wasn’t, you both were trying to process the losses and truama you both had just lived, but you and Daryl on the run together, it was so much more than expected. The dangerous situations you were currently put in made you both question if someone was trying to test your sanity.

You both were pretty good at fighting together, Daryls quick aim and sharp precision while your skills with fighting, and your equally quick aim worked perfect together, knowing you both always had each others backs no matter what. You always felt safe with him.

Currently, you weren’t so sure of how safe you were. You both were running for your life, fleeing from the evading herd of walkers you had been fighting off for the last hour, restless, hungry, and exhaustion seemed to be beginning to bare on your bodies, it felt like you could never out run the herd that was closing in on you both.

Daryls back was turned towards yours, taking one side of the herd out before you both could start running again, his crossbow taking out each walker in his direction and pulling the arrow out of its skull. You on the other hand, had ran out of bullets a long time ago, making it even more difficult for the both of you, so a knife you both found at an abandoned house hours ago would had to do, but it wasn’t enough to be fast and quick with which is exactly what you had to do.

“Fuck!” You yelled out the knife blade clattering against the ground, falling right off the handle. It was done for, you didn’t even know how many walkers you’ve killed with it.

Daryls attention was immediately turned to you, searching you for mere seconds trying find a bite mark on you, something he was way too terrified to find on you. A walker walks into him pushing him down as he was caught off guard causing his foot to fall out from underneath of him, his body hitting a log.

“Daryl!” You panicked.

You instantly picked the blade off the ground clutching it hard in your hands, your own survival instincts kicking in, you could feel the blood dripping down your arm, stabbing it directly in the head. You grabbed his hand helping him up. The walkers smelling your blood instantly sending them into a wild frenzy, all their attention on you.

“I’m sorry, I-“ you started but he quickly cut you off.

“No time, Y/N, run!” He spoke quickly.

You both ran for your lives. Your chests heaving, the searing pain in you hand was slowing you down, you could still feel the blood running down your arm. But you had no time to look, no time to check on Daryl. But he was more worried about you than anything. His wrist now covered in your blood from you helping him up was worrying him as he glanced over at you for a moment before continuing to run, but he was in pain himself, his head was killing him after that fall and merely made him black out for a moment.

Bodies aching, blood dripping, dirty as hell. You both were a mess. The growls were becoming lower and lower but Daryl knew you couldn’t out run a herd, they would always catch up or you would run into another one. His protective self kicked in, not wanting you to be in danger anymore. Through blurry eyes he began searching for somewhere to hide.

“The house!” He suddenly shouted, pointing to it. “Go there.”

You didn’t hesitate but as soon as you started running in that direction, your foot was immediately caught in something sending you flying down into the leaves, the sheer panic volted through your body like an electrical shock.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Daryl growled, running right to your side to check out your injuries.

“What is it?” You panicked feeling your foot in the darkness, not being able to see. “Daryl?!”

“Fuckin’ bear trap.” He heaved out of breath.

Your heart beated furiously realizing the herd was minutes behind you, fearing this was going to be your last moments with Daryl. If he was going to do this, he had to be quick.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna die aren’t I, Daryl?” You searched his face, but he was studying the extent of your injuries.

“No you ain’t, girl.” He muttered, his hands adverting to the bear trap. “Hold still.”

He feels relief once he realizes the bear trap did in fact by some miracle not go through your boot entirely, just enough to slice you to make her bleed. They both winced pulling the shoe off, the red dots starting to stand up red around the hurt area.

“Let’s go.” He pulls you up.

The adrenaline and pain was starting to build up. All of the hunger, pain, exhaustion, blood loss was going to your head. But daryl was admittedly in his own world as well. He yanks the door open, searching the house as you came in behind him, his cross bow aimed, realizing there was nothing you sighed in relief and he pulled you to the floor harshly out of the walkers view hoping they would pass.

You winced.

“Your hand, it’s still bleedin’.” He examined it through the darkness, you looked down and sure enough your hand was still bleeding, not as much as it was a few moments ago but it still made you woozy to look at. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You looked up at him.

“My fuckin’ head.” He winced, placing his hand on his head. “Hurts like a bitch.”

Blood was running from his head right down to his shoulder, it made you freeze, dizziness coming over your body at the sight. It was bad. How was he still alert? You had no idea. But the sheering pain was enough to make him want to lay down and take a nap.

“Oh my god, your head, it’s bleeding!”

Your hands went straight to the side of his head, feeling softly over the cut. It definitely needed stitches. He grunted, moving away from your hand slightly. It broke your heart to see him in this much pain. He looked over at you with half lidded eyes.

His restless, wild gaze flickered all over your face. Soaking it in. You were bloody but damn you were a beautiful bloody mess to him. After almost losing you out there, he was starting to realize just how much he wanted you here, with him. That’s how Daryl knew he was falling in love with you. He didn’t prefer the company of anyone else, he enjoyed being alone, that was until he met you.

“You’re looking at me all crazy.” You muttered, the dizziness blurring your vision.

His eyes stayed locked on you. His hand reaching up to push back a strand of your hair, his shaky fingers tickled your cheeks bringing you back down to earth for a moment, you body was tense and in pain but the pain was starting to put you in a new world. He reaches down, pulling your chin between his fingers to bring your eyes to meet his.

“Yer jus so damn beautiful.” He mutters lazily.

There was something about Daryl that was not himself, you couldn’t put your finger on it. Your mind was equally hazed, and Daryl’s head was spinning, being so close to you.

He began to move just a fraction of a second towards you, his lips parted, his breathing hitching, you could feel his hot breath on your lips. What is going on? You wondered but you had no time to think, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

A new found confidence surged through you as you pressed your lips against his, but with the passion neither of you were expecting due to the circumstances. He couldn’t find the energy to move his muscles to pull you closer to him, to pull the air up from his lungs. You both were trying to shake off the pain.

You placed your hands on his shoulder, your body trembling to deepen the kiss, his lips sluggishly moving against yours. You could feel the blood from you injury smearing onto his clothes and neck with every touch.

Suddenly your fingers were tangled his hair, pulling it ever so slightly making you both wince. A grunt falling from his lips letting you know he enjoyed the pain. Both of your tongues thrashed against each other. You needed to feel his adrenaline, his passion, his anxiety. You needed to feel him. Daryl feels the exact same way about you. It was an exciting thought.

He pulls back away from you, his eyes now a darker shade, his hands resting on the sides of your face.

“Damn.” He mutters.

“Damn.” You mock him.

You giggle at his expression. You want to hug him, this man who you were so afraid of and intimidated by a few years ago but now here you are, injured and holed up in a cabin waiting for a herd to pass by making out like some horny teenagers.

“I want you, Daryl.” You suddenly felt the words fall from your lips, the aching feeling getting worse by the second. “Please.”

“Gettin’ there.”

You fingers fiddle with his flannel buttons, he chuckles at your sudden desperation for him, trying hard to control himself, you curse at yourself struggling with the buttons and he reaches down offering to help you. You hands move from his shirt as he continues to unbutton it, you hands going straight to the semi-hard tent in his pants, you could feel his breathing hitch just from the small movement alone.

Daryl was never a man who wanted sex, until now. The feelings were washing over him rapidly as you began to rub him through his jeans, teasing him ever so lightly. He has had sex before but just with random drunk hookups he never remembered feeling anything, or feeling like this per-say.

You fiddle with his belt, pulling it off and unbuttoning his pants. The blood on your hands smearing onto the belt and his abdomen, leaving traces of you all over his body.

“You don’t gotta.” He suddenly reassured you.

You shook your head. “No, I want to.”

“We have to stay quiet.” He whispers.

“You should tell yourself that.”

You yank his boxers down, freeing him. His cock stood to your attention. Your eyes widened at the size, you werent expecting him to be so long and thick. He chuckled at your reaction.

“It’s hard for you, baby. Touch it.” He whispers.

His words travel straight to your aching core. Your hands intertwine with his pubic hair moving right to his aching cock. He lets out a sigh of relief when you wrap your hand around him,squeezing him softly. Your hand moves at a slow torturous rate, running your hand over the tip softly, causing him to jump. His whimpers were enough to send you into an orgasm.

“You said be quiet, baby.” You recited his own words.

A small blush formed on his cheeks. You’d never called him that before. Your hand stroking him seems to get to the right pace, his hips bucking into your hand. His sweaty hair falling into his face. His hands using all the strength they had as he pulls you onto his thigh, moving your hips against it, sending instant relief to your aching clit. You gasp at the feeling, the denim rubbing against you, you were dripping by now for sure.

“Fuck, I-I want you so bad.” He mutters.

You had never seen Daryl like this. Falling apart completely under you, it was new sight. A sight you would never forget. It turned you on even more how easily he could fall apart under your touch.

“I’m gonna uh,” he grunts, his hips bucking into your hand. “Fuck, that feels amazing just like that. I’m gonna cum.”

You could tell he was getting close, you sped up your movements with you hands and hips, his mouth falling open, you ground yourself against his thigh, a whimper falling from your mouth as he pushes his knee up against you harder. You felt the feeling deep in your stomach, your hand tightening around his throbbing cock, his hands rubbing circles on your hips so hard you were sure they were leaving marks.

He whimpered one last time, pulling you close to him, the blood from your hand was smearing across his chest at this point, making his sweat a tad bit more slippery as you dug your nails into his shoulder, he made a low sound in his throat.

“Doin’ so good baby. Feels so good.” He moans quietly.

His reassurance sent you over the edge, your hips bucking rapidly, the feeling releasing somewhere deep in your stomach, shortly followed by Daryls own release too. His white hot spurts of cum falling on your hand, you instantly took your hand to your mouth licking it clean, he groans at the sight of your tongue moving against your hand so teasingly.

“God, women. What you do to me.” He shakes his head.

“That was amazing.” You comment, your body coming down.

“Ain’t done with you yet.” He chuckle, now tugging on your pants.

He was a beautiful sight to see so close up. He looked even hotter covered in your blood. His hands trail down, tugging at the hem once more. You stand up instantly pulling off your pants discarding them somewhere in the dark house. His eyes were hungry, taking in your body as you take off your shirt, you weren’t wearing a bra. It was just too uncomfortable in the heat.

“God damn,” he almost moans at the sight. “You ain’t been wearing anything underneath that the whole night?”

“It gets too hot out here sometimes.” You shyly mutter suddenly feeling exposed in his presence.

“You’re tellin’ me.”

You sit back down but a quick swift motion Daryl flips you over, the moonlight giving him the perfect view of you dripping down your thighs.

“You want my cock, bunny? Tell me you want it.” He demands.

“I want your cock so deep inside me.” You whimper, the cold air hitting your exposed area.

“Yer so impatient, look at ya, your drippin’ down your legs and I’ve hardly even touched ya.” He chuckles, his fingers running up and down your wet slit.

You whimper, pushing your hips back to meet his fingers, but he instantly retracts them, his hand smacking down hard on your bottom, causing you to moan and jolt forward a new sensation washing over you.

“I said be quiet.” He spits, grabbing your hair and pulling you back. “You hear me?”

“Yes,” you mutter. “S-so sorry.”

“Yer about ta be in a second.”

The sentence made the achiness between your legs go wild, squeezing your thighs together harshly. The feel of him inside you, stretching you, making you whimper and cum on his cock was sending him into a mad man. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had wanted this for as long as you did but he didn’t realize how bad until now.

The quietness of the cabin was broken by both of your tangled breaths, his cock begging to be inside you. He takes the tip of himself, pushing it against your clit, a squeal falling from your lips. He continues the torture, moving delicately against you, causing your wetness to drip more, you push back against him, enjoying the feeling of him against you.

“You’re gonna kill me, darlin’.” He groans.

“P-please.” You beg.

“You sure?” He suddenly stops leaving you a squirming mess, his hips holding you back from pushing against him.

“I’m sure Daryl, ugh, just fuck me.” You say slightly aggravated.

That was all he needing to hear before pushing himself in you all the way. He slides into you again, repeatedly. The feeling was better than you have ever imagined, you’d had your fair share of boyfriends but sex has never felt like this. His hips pressing down on you, spreading your legs wider so he could push deeper into you, moving at an achingly slow pace, savoring every feeling of you.

The feeling was mind blowing. Your pace matched with his as you began to basically ride his cock from in front of him. He smacks your ass once more, you flinch a whimper falling from your lips. His pace increased, his grunts were heavier than before, his finger nails digging into your hips.

“So tight, so wet, all for me.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “All mine.”

You were speechless, the feeling in your belly starting to snap. You clench around him, his strokes skipping a beat for a moment. He thought about how vulnerable and completely exposed you were, his hands reaching under to find your clit causing you to clench around him again.

You gasp loudly, that familiar feeling washing over you again. He’s slamming into you relentlessly. You let go, clenching and throbbing around him, a string of curse words followed behind by Daryl. Pumping in and out of you slowly as you both come down from your highs, he pulls out, cuming all over your back and ass, it was the perfect view.

“Daryl!” You squealed.

“Sorry,” he laughed, pulling you to look at him again. “Think the herds gone now.”

You look at him, your chest heaving. The exhaustion washing over you even more. Your legs were sore and you were injured along with him. Your hand had stopped bleeding.

“That’s all you can say?”

“Get some rest. I’ll keep watch.” Stroking your hair behind your ear.

That was the last thing you heard before falling into your deep sleep.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon imagine #norman reedus #smut #twd #twd imagine #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x female reader #rick grimes #daryl x you #daryl x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #daryl imagines #daryldixon

[yakuzacanons]

Yakuza Headcanons: Watching Spooky Movies

Oooooo it's the spooky season ain't it. Hello hello I rise from the grave to bring you some fresh headcanons for the season. For those with asks still in the inbox, I SEE em, just been busy with my horror movie marathon. Anyways, some headcanons below da cut to tide you over. Also welcome bouncing baby boy Ichiban to the gang!

Kiryu Kazuma

Isn't scared easily by much of anything so it's really easy to get him to watch horror movies. Mostly watches them because someone else is too scared to watch them alone. He's the person they can hide behind or who will tell them when a particularly horrifying scene is over.

Gore doesn't bother him as much as something or someone looking creepy or offputting will. Kiryu still won't get scared but he will get uncomfortable. Most of the time he just reacts by going "Ah... oh!"

Fond of the classics and will gravitate towards movies with a strong and likable protagonist. Likes The Evil Dead, Aliens, and Halloween. Directors don't matter much to him.

Majima Goro

He's a mixed bag. If a movie is well put together, then it can scare him pretty easily. He's most scared of ghost stories or paranormal things. Least afraid of slashers because he thinks he could just beat them all up.

Cannot stand jump scares. Sometimes he evens yells at his TV at home in irritation, saying things like "Oi, whaddya keep makin' loud noises for? Sheesh!"

Honestly, the weirder the movie the better. It might seem stereotypical for someone who looks and acts like Majima but he thinks the whole point of horror is to be interesting. Fond of Takashi Miike movies like Ichi the Killer, Audition, and Over Your Dead Body.

Akiyama Shun

Doesn't watch a lot of movies because he totally falls asleep during most of them. He'll at least give it a shot if you ask nicely though. Honestly more motivated by the fact you might cling to him during the scary parts than anything.

As much as Akiyama is a total ladies' man and romantic at heart, he always laughs whenever characters start being intimate during horror movies. He makes jokes out of it, saying things like "Babe, would you still love me if we were in a spooky movie?"

Movies with a good soundtrack actually help him stay awake. Jump scares annoy him though because if he falls asleep, the noise makes him panic. Fond of monster movies or movies about animals like Jaws, Shin Godzilla, and The Host.

Saejima Taiga

Genuinely not scared of a single darn thing. If you want to watch it, he's down to give it at least a try. He might nod off if he's tired or bored, but he tries his best not to. Horror comedy is okay with him too although he might not get all the jokes.

Most of the time he sits with his arms crossed, paying full attention. He's kind of funny in that he makes noises like "Heh" or "Hmph" when a character is caught off guard by something. Makes an occasionaly "Tsk" sound at jump scares. Otherwise he's not reactionary.

Particularly fond of slashers, probably because those usually have villains that are actually kind of his size. He enjoys the Friday the 13th series, particularly Jason X.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Type of guy to be like "Ooh let's watch this, I heard it's really scary" and then proceed to either get scared out of his wits or say something like "Wait, that's ALL?" at the end. Bases most of his movie choices off of other people's recommendations since he's usually too busy to randomly go see however many movies he wants to.

Doesn't really like horror that's super in your face. Gets more scared by the tension itself than anything. Always has movie snacks on hand.

Found footage is probably his most favorite type of horror. Likes The Blair Witch Project, Noroi, and REC. Fond of director Koji Shiraishi.

Ryuji Goda

Doesn't watch a lot of horror movies but like Saejima he's not scared of anything. He's also the type of guy to drop everything to spend time watching a movie with his partner. Gets a kick out of being a shield or protector during scary parts.

Likes movies with a lot of personality and campiness. Slow burns or psychological thrillers just put him to sleep. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, as long as it's entertaining.

Didn't think he'd end up being much of a horror fan but he's quite partial to John Carpenter. Likes The Thing, They Live, and Christine.

Nishikiyama Akira

One of the bigger scaredy cats of the group. Won't suggest a horror movie but will totally act like he's not at all afraid if you ask to see one.

Honestly, the two of you end up just kind of holding onto each other during scary parts or pulling up the blanket almost over your eyes when a character is about to die. Violence doesn't necessarily bother him but excessive gore kind of annoys him.

Enjoys a good ghost story movie but only if you'll watch it with him. Anthologies are also good too since it offers so much at once. Likes Ju-On, Ringu, and Tales From The Crypt.

Mine Yoshitaka

Likes certain horror movies. Not scared of much but he does get noticably uncomfortable with torture movies like Saw or Hostel. He just finds it to be weird more than entertaining.

Fond of more classic monsters like vampires or werewolves. Mine's the type of guy to actually have a decent home theater setup, even if he doesn't get much time to use it, so he doesn't go to the movie theater much.

Has a soft spot for some of the really old classics in the 30's like Frankenstein or Nosferatu. His favorite horror movie is Interview With The Vampire.

Daigo Dojima

Probably the only one of the boys who actively enjoys slow burns and more psychological horror. He doesn't get opportunities to watch movies much but he does have an interest in the medium as a whole.

Particularly loves anything with spectacular cinematography. Good directing, lighting, or costumes really impress him. Kind of interested in some of the technical aspects as well. Also probably the only of the boys to ever look something up on IMDb.

Especially fond of movies by Kiyoshi Kurosawa. His favorite horror films are Kwaidan, Cure, and Pulse.

Tatsuo Shinada

The biggest scaredy cat of all of the boys. Will attempt to watch a spooky movie with you at least once just for the sake of trying but will honestly just close his eyes if he feels overwhelmed. You HAVE to hold his hand though.

Probably the only one of the boys who actually gets squeamish easily. Gore and blood make him uncomfortable, although he has SOME tolerance in general. He'd just rather watch something that's not super heavy on bloodshed.

Horror films with a particular visual style, especially super colorful ones, make it a lot easier for him as he can actually see what's happening and he feels less worried. Movies like House or Suspiria are good for him. Also likes super over the top movies like The Lost Boys or Killer Klowns From Outer Space as they're so hilarious to him that he forgets to be scared.

Kasuga Ichiban

Somewhat easily scared. He gets more shocked or surprised than scared, honestly. The movie HAS to be interesting to some degree or he will just conk out and there will be no waking him. Doesn't mind jump scares since they help keep him awake at least even if the movie's bad.

Having said that, he does enjoy taking the time to see a movie that's genuinely just really good and talking about it with you afterward. Movies with really good effects tend to impress him a lot. It's also more visually memorable.

Tends to like movies where the main character has special powers. Partial to zombie movies since a lot tends to happen and involves multiple characters. He likes 28 Days Later, The Dead Zone, and Carrie.

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[oceansprompts]

marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 1

I will not be howling at the moon any time soon.

Have to say, for a haunted Transian Castle raised on the cursed grounds of Old Salem it's pretty cozy.

I really should up my homeowner's insurance.

You smell... wrong.

You know what they say. All work and no play... is how we ended up with Ultron.

We invented stealth.

I don't actually care, but they need to stop moping. So. Can they play with your dog?

Admit what? That I feel a sense of admiration and respect for a fellow teammate?

Yeah, I didn't figure someone so great and powerful would be into a book club.

You're hung up on the were-roosters... Alright, let's hear what you got.

Is this visit business or pleasure?

How’s your mental health? A good portion of this “darkness hunting” game is mental health and processing intense situations.

But, hell on Earth isn’t a garden stroll.

I’ve spent decades experimenting and putting it together. Any of ’em interest you?

I’m telling you. I don’t know what’s coming next, but I do know when the shit hits the fan with Chthon...

You’re acting like I did it for fun...

Comfortable? I’ll never be comfortable around that monster. . .

You’re turning out to be one of my favorite people. . .

Why do you think? They take vicious killers and present them as tragic and misunderstood.

It’s just... Off, somehow. I swear, the moonlight on a clear evening is too dim for this time of year...

Was your first thought about killing me?

What I’m asking is, if I lost control, would you stop me?

Let’s talk about how your mother just turned one of my best friends against us.

These people look to me for guidance, but it feels like I’m stumbling around in the dark.

Just the fact that you are willing to learn means you’re on the right track.

So how do I tell him I’m totally cool with being best pals without scaring him off...

It wouldn’t take many guards to secure the building. So the question is: What else are they doing in there?

It’s not big enough to swim laps. Its only real purpose is for lounging and soaking up the sun.

It figures she’d send you. Did she tell you I want nothing to do with it? Because I still don’t.

Every time I think I’ve got my mind wrapped around this conflict, I get thrown a curveball.

But right now? I want to let you know how proud I am to be serving alongside you and watching your leadership.

Maybe this is what we’re supposed to be doing, fighting an endless war.

What do you make of our chances to get out of this mess in one piece?

That’s an easy question with a complex answer. Tell me this–what type of leader would you follow?

I always did what I thought was right. No more, no less.

Well, not so much fish as that ginormous, invulnerable sewer monster that swallowed the Sanctum.

I’m told I can be rather persuasive when I need to be.

It’s all just starting to blur into one big giant green gamma mess…

I’m having it right now and-wait. I think… oh no. Did I feed my cat before I left?

Would you have been able to take the shot? Because I don’t think I could’ve.

I’m going to be up all night trying to make sense of it, see if it helps us find our way back into the Sanctum.

But the more I see him in action, the more I think he might be an okay dude.

I’m telling you if I have to spend one more hour scanning digital maps…

All you have to do is be ready to fight for what you care about when the time comes.

Yeah, I know. Nasty artifacts like that aren’t known for their safety features…

I have to admit, I don’t think you’d be such a formidable poker player. Yet another reason to respect you.

This is the life, licking it with the legendary Hero, and kicking said legendary Hero’s ass at a fighting game.

Believe it or not, I don’t have a lot peeps I can call friends, not close ones at least.

I feel like you get how just how heavy all that extra baggage…

Sadly, the sense of wonder eventually wears off like most things.

… Sorry if I’m ruining any romantic notions of space travel.

I’m not just my powers. Sometimes I like to take it slow…

I’ve tried blindfolds, facing away from the board, and one-finger throws. Perfect score, every time.

The forbidden nap, if you will. Mercenary work is a grab bag of awful stuff…

Because looking at it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I can play nice all day when we’re out there kicking bad guy booty…

Uh, haven’t you listened to anything I’ve said? Money!

I forgot. You aren’t as self-aware as I am…

Well, your friends have been avoiding me like the plague…

He waved goodbye and peaced out to live a life of solitude…

#roleplay memes #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay

[goldendunite]

Location: The Execution Tower

....

... Dunite?

..... Odette?! Wh- what are you-

No, shh, I am just here to talk to you....

..... you shouldn't. You're gonna get in trouble.

If Hexe was so adamant to keep me away, she would have made certain of it. Here.... I brought you cake.

..

..

..

.... it's delicious.

It would certainly be more delicious if you made it.. you never did quite lose your baking abilities.

..... I can't eat anymore, 'm sorry... I feel like I'm gonna fucking puke....

Did... did I add too much sugar by mistake?

No, not that... you could actually do with more I think. But no, just.... everything.

..... you're scared.

'Dette, you'd be terrified too if you were about to get fucking executed and kicked into the void forever. Icia spent 5 years there, she tells me. She says it feels like nothing but falling. I don't wanna be falling!!

.... Dunite....

No, don't fucking "Dunite" me, there's NOTHING you can do for me! I'm going to die! I'm going to get beheaded or stabbed or SOMETHING! IM GONNA BE IN THE VOID, ALL ALONE, 'N I WONT HAVE YOU OR AOKI OR ICIA OR SAMMY OR AOKI-

.....

.... I said him twice, didn't I..? *sob* ... why.... whywhywhywhywhy did the cosmos align in such a way....

Dunite, come here...

... 'm sorry. Y'didnt deserve that.

.. well, you don't deserve to be in this situation either... so let's declare it even, hm?

........

.... you miss him. Or both of them.?

.... well yeah, I miss both.... but. He's just...... I miss him in a different way.

..... in a love way?

..... I don't know?! I think?! He's so cute and his smile and he's so sweet and cute and....

.... and I dunno if I'll ever get to see it again. He's an AI, didja know....?

... you fell for an AI?

I DONT KNOW, I THINK SO?! I mean- I fucking HATE AI and you KNOW this! But... he's so nice and acts so human and....

... am I gonna get my heart broken?

..... I.... I do not have an answer, Dunite.

....

....

.... do you know when they're doing it?

.... 8 PM. Tomorrow.

So it gets to be dark outside.... maybe there'll be stars?

No. She is making it bright and sunny.

Oh of fucking COURSE she is. Bet this day is a great JOY to EVERYONE in the kingdom. Flynn's right, no one wants me here... 'xcept you and Sammy.

.....

.... I really wish I went with Icia. Stupid, stupid Dunite....

Hey, please stop hitting yourself- It does you no good.!

What else can I do..? I'm going to die. I can't beat myself up over my stupidity one more time?

Absolutely not.

.......

....

.... when i.... I die, guard all my stuffed animals. Especially the Deedees.

With my life.

.... do you think she'll let me hold the first Deedee? Or the bunny Aoki gave me?

I have high doubts.

Shit...... okay....

..... but...

Wh- how did you get into my room for this?!

.. well apparently the enchanted music book you gifted me once had a spell for phasing through walls, by adjusting my own body's frequency... much less complex than first glance, given.. well... me. Is this the right bunny?

... y-yeah.... 's the bunny Aoki gave me. Hehe.... it still smells like him.

He smells like rain...?

Mhm.

My dear Dunite, you truly do love him... it's a beautiful thing to truly love like that. Even if it is forbidden.

.....

.... do you... do you think they'll be there? Icia and Aoki? She'll make them be there? Because of... them having visited?

......... she may.

.... if that happens, try and make sure they don't see. I... I don't want 'em to watch me die.

I will do my best, Dunite. It's all going to be okay.

..... yeah. It'll be okay. I just wish he was here.

Did he see Flynn hit you?

I hope not.... it broke my wood. I... I think he was weakening me for the execution.

I can see it.... the peridot's chipping out.

Mhm..... I'm sleepy. What... what time did you say again?

8 PM.

.... 'Kay. Thanks Odette....

.....

.... I'll miss you when I'm gone.

.... I-.... I'll miss you too, Dunite. Both Sammy and I will very, very much.

8 PM EST, tomorrow.

We shall await your arrival.

#glitteringspells #modstar

[eorzeaisnotcrash]

Day 9: Fair

…save that which we make for ourselves.

(This one’s nasty…)

They’ve been there half a bell now, looking up at the statue and whispering about who might’ve scrawled CUNT all across the surface. Like as not, they already know the identities of the artist and the poor bastard whose veins provided the now-darkened pigment. The Warrior of Nothing nurses her bottle and watches the Brass Blades from the shadow of the warehouse till their little party breaks up. Then she sets off after her target.

They’re only a problem when they’re in a group and their target can’t fight back. One good blow from the woman who kills (well, killed) gods, and the crooked soldier crumples to the ground. Since they’re already near the edge of town, Dagmar simply puts the other woman over her shoulder and strides off towards Parata’s Peace. She looks right at the guard as she goes. He looks back at her, but does no more. He knows better.

The yarzons and toads don’t care to come near her, either, as she stops not too far from the place where the white-robed Ascian talked at her. Ugh, what must be going through his and his evil friends’ heads right now? They’ve probably been celebrating non-stop since learning most of the people standing between them and their next Calamity are dead.

And this bitch played a part in that.

The first person Dagmar tried this with attacked her as soon as he woke up -looking back, she should’ve seen it coming, nobody likes being snatched without warning -so now she always makes sure they can’t move. Her lance, driven through the Blade’s hand into the ground, both takes care of that and brings her round.

Being a soldier, the other woman’s no doubt used to a certain amount of pain in her life, but the element of surprise can get some noise even out of the professionals. A sharp cry proves nap time to be over.

“I don’t know why one of you is stationed all the way out here. Did they transfer your whole group out of the palace afterward? More politics I’m too stupid to understand? I guess it doesn’t matter either way. You’re not going back to work. I mean, look at your sword hand!”

Oh, she’s realizing who it is standing over her. Now she makes some real noise.

“Yeah, it’s me. Scream all you like, the guards can’t hear us,” the ex-Warrior tells her, with as much cheer as she’s able to feel these days. “And even if they could, half of ‘em know what’s been done to me and mine, and the other half are too fucking scared to come near me. It’s just us girls now.”

“What happens now?” growls the Blade. “You run me through and leave my corpse outside of a town, the way you’ve been doing with those Crystal Braves?”

“What would I do that for? You’re not a Crystal-“ Dagmar hisses and shuts her eyes as the woman’s free hand hurls a handful of dirt right into her face. After she’s blinked away the worst of it, she watches her prisoner’s useless attempt to free herself. “You know that’s not coming out till I pull it out, right?”

She spits at her -like that’ll make her life any worse than it already is. “Fuck you!”

“You already have!” The Highlander pins her other hand with a nearby rock, bending down just long enough to yank the mask and turban off of her. Underneath are bright blue eyes and wavy brown hair. “Wow, you’re pretty. I’ve got a pretty sister -in fact, I’ve got four, all older. Growing up, they told me that girls should support each other. I wanted to believe that when I started adventuring…”

The crook is screaming again, thrashing too. Dagmar kicks her in the side with enough force to turn her screams into coughs.

“…but spend a sennight or two traveling round Eorzea, and it’s clear women can be just as vile as men. And yet, when you lot had me on the floor next to Her Grace’s dead body, when you were hurting me-“ she kicks her again- “somehow I couldn’t stop thinking how odd it was that another woman was part of it! I never forgot you. Even with those masks on, I remember each one of you looking down at me. I’ll see you in my nightmares till I’m dead.”

The tears are about to start like they always do. The ex-Warrior is long past the point of dignity, so she goes on, her voice getting shakier and each kick getting harder:

“It doesn’t feel good, does it? Being powerless and alone. The people I care about and who care about me have been cut to pieces by your friends, or crushed by falling rocks, or whatever the fuck it is you’ve done to all the others at the Stones… or, they’re trying to keep it together and live what life they’ve got left, knowing there aren’t enough people now to stop the primals from destroying everything! The ones who turned on us get to keep on being big shots. I bet if I snapped my fingers and magically cleared my name they’d be in my face tomorrow, telling me the next monster they wanted dead. Like what happened to us just didn’t. And you and those fucking corrupt Braves get to enjoy your bribe money! I’m supposed to stay in an active war zone, pretending everything is fine and nursemaiding the brat who made it all possible while everybody fusses about cheering him up and forgets that I can feel too!”

Her throat aches. Her face is wet. A few tears even land on the Blade’s terrified face, which has started to look a sight thanks to a stray kick and the blood she’s spit up.

“I won’t have that! I won’t!” Dagmar shakes her head and wipes away snot. “I wasn’t born just to slave away and be abused and never do a thing about it…”

She looks around, but this area being the way it is, finding what she wants isn’t hard. Here’s a good one. The color of the rocks that fell in the sewer and now block the Sil’dihn Excavation Site. The Highlander picks it up and shifts it in her hands a bit so she can carry it back to her prisoner more easily.

“You ain’t gonna be so pretty when they find you!”

#FFXIVWrite2023 #my writing #this is edgy #this is violent #WoL is not okay #Clutchfather would be VERY disappointed #Niddy’s loving it though #in my defense I spent the last hour of ARR getting treated like a GoT character #was I NOT supposed to be mad?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi! This is my first ask on your blog! Can you make a Monty x male animatronic reader, who was made by Afton, but he scrapped them? (Idk why he did maybe you can come up with a reason why lol) theyre a gator like monty btw. Maybe he finds the reader in a room or something and they power up again. I just think a reader that's sort of a mentor for monty would just be cute shshdhb

Monty stumbles upon the newest addition to Rockstar Row. Among all the trinkets and other useless items out on display, something in a tall glass case catches his eye.

It’s..another gator animatronic?

You looked like an old model, with cheap plastic casing, faded rosy cheeks, and missing teeth.

He lowered his shades to read the plaque:

“[Y/n]--an alligator animatronic developed by William Afton for the Toy series back in 1987. Unfortunately he never saw the light of day due to being deemed too scary for kids-”

“Hey, what’s with us gators bein’ “too scary”?!” He chuffs, not bothering to read the rest of it. Just that sentence alone ticked him off.

“I ain’t scary!! Why does everyone think that?!!” With his temper flaring up, he kicks the plaque over before he storms off.

But the moment he turns his back, he hears a scratching noise behind him. And he looks at the case, shocked to see you activated, looking panic-striken.

He immediately smashes the glass to free you. The alarms blare but he grabs your hand and drags you to the utility tunnels to hide from Vanessa (who was currently yelling his name).

Once you’re both safe, you seem confused. So he catches you up to speed on where you are, who he is, etc.

Then you stare at him for a while before grinning. “Oh! I guess this makes me your elder!”

“Erm..uh..yeah, I guess?” Monty shrugs. “It’s cool to find another gator like me here. So what’s your deal?”

“...what do you mean?”

“Like..you were scrapped for being “too scary”? That’s real stupid if you ask me.”

You frown a bit. “It is stupid..because it’s not the truth.”

This had him curious, so you both sit down together and you share a story about a fox animatronic who bit a guard way back in 1987, the incident dubbed the “Bite of ‘87″. You were actually a witness to it.

Monty’s dumbfounded. He thought it was just a rumor. But he sees it was a very real incident.

"They had sharp teeth like me. So mine never got finished in fear I’d repeat history.” You pointed to the gaps in your mouth. “I was going to be part of an “expansion” for an aquatic attraction, but..that never came to pass. Oh well, at least now this company isn’t afraid of a gator with a lot of bite. They seem to love you here.”

“Nah..it ain’t all that great.”

“What makes you say that?”

“........” The way he sulks in silence worries you.

“Montgomery, tell me the truth. I won’t judge.” You pat his shoulder plate in comfort.

Although he’s stunned you used his full name, he gives in and admits that he’s the least popular because most kids are scared of him due to his sharp teeth, red eyes, and bad temper.

He’s never this open to anyone; not even his own bandmates knew. But meeting an animatronic of the same species was like a breath of fresh air. You could understand him and his struggles.

You’re surprised he’d say that--considering he has a whole attraction and syrup mix themed after him--though you reassure him it’s okay if some kids are scared.

“Just give ‘em time..soon they’ll love you in a few years.”

He chuckles at that prospect.

“True..they’ll see I’m the coolest.”

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #montgomery gator #animatronic reader #male reader #headcanons

[teyvatdreams]

Hi! I saw request open and may i be bold enough to ask for a reverse uno card to the “you get heavily injured”? Where the ones getting hurt are the boys? If the same characters are too many then just Xiao, Diluc and Zhongli? Cuz im sure those three would be the ones to kick themselves for getting hurt in the first place and it would be interesting to see their reaction to their s/o saving em and being worried and scared for their life.!

Thank u if u accept it and have a good day/night either way!

they get severely injured

includes: zhongli, diluc, and xiao

warnings: mentions of injury and blood

them reacting to you getting severely injured

zhongli

zhongli getting injured was something that caught you completely off guard. you hadn’t prepared yourself for something like that, especially for an injury of that extent. his coat was quickly getting stained with blood, yet he still tried to fight the enemies in front of him.

“zhongli! we need to go!” you yell, pulling on his arm.

he knows you’re right, but he still grits his teeth in anger as you pull him away. he presses his hand to the wound on his shoulder, flinching at the pain and the amount of blood that had formed there.

with the final amount of energy he has, he creates a shield around both of you. his knees buckle and you catch him, practically dragging him away from the enemies as they relentlessly try to break the shield. luckily, after so long, they finally give up and retreat back to their camp, and you find a cave to hide in so you can examine zhongli’s wound. fortunately, it wasn’t too deep, but it was still a bad injury nonetheless.

zhongli awakes later to a tight sensation in his shoulder, and he grunts in pain when he attempts to move it. a tourniquet had been tightly wrapped onto his shoulder. the fabric used to make it was all too familiar; it was the fabric of the coat you wore.

“zhongli,” you say softly, kneeling next to him when you realize he’s awake.

“are you alright?” he asks.

“i’m fine, but you—“

“don’t worry about me.” he says. “but you… how could i be so careless to put you in danger like that…”

“zhongli… don’t think like that. i’m fine, i promise. but your wound needs to be looked at properly.” you tell him.

he sighs. “i suppose you’re right. we both made it out alive…”

you gently help him up, trying your best not to touch his injury. seeing him in pain made your heart hurt. you both start the trek back to liyue.

“if only i could still hurl mountains at those who put you in danger… we wouldn’t be returning like this,” zhongli says, a playful smile on his face.

diluc

you swore you had only looked away for a moment — had it really all happened so fast? one moment he was fine, the next, he was on the ground with a hand pressed to his side. you could see that his coat and glove was getting stained with blood.

he’s in your arms in no time. you only had one goal now, which was to get the hell out of here. you didn’t care if your mission was done or not. you use every fiber of your being to help diluc stay in his feet while also defeating enemies that were in your way.

“not here, diluc,” you say, voice strained from using every muscle in your body to make sure diluc survived.

“not now.”

diluc was silent. maybe he was in too much pain. or maybe it took too much energy for him to speak. his shallow breaths were the only thing that showed you he was still alive.

luckily, as you grew closer to mondstadt, you ran into a group of adventurers who helped you carry diluc back to the city to be treated. your clothes were covered in blood, and you immediately fell to your knees once he had been carried away from you.

after being looked at yourself by the nuns, you waited in the church to stay updated on diluc’s situation, nervously bouncing your knee and nervously fidgeting with your fingers. you nearly jumped in the air when you were told that he was awake and patched up.

“oh, diluc,” you cry. “thank god you’re okay.”

he gives you a weak smile, his long hair messily sprawled around him. the blood from his wound had been cleaned off him, as well as his blood-soaked clothes. he laid in a clean bed with the sheet pulled up just past his chest. his condition looked better already. “of course,” he says softly. “all thanks to you.”

“don’t say that…” you say, kneeling next to him. “i just… did what i had to do.”

“and you still saved me. i would’ve been a goner if you hadn’t been there,” he tells you. “so don’t sell yourself short.”

you grab onto his hand. “i was so scared, diluc.” you whisper.

he squeezes your hand. “don’t be, love. we’re okay now. we’ll always be okay as long as we have each other..”

xiao

as soon as xiao gets slashed, he knows the fight isn’t worth it. within seconds, he grabs onto you and quickly dashes away, taking you to safety atop a nearby mountain. when he lets you go, he falls to his knees.

“xiao, are you okay? let me—“ you attempt to look at his wound, but he uses one of his hands to push you away.

“don’t touch me!” he shouts.

but his anger isn’t directed at you. no, it never is. you knew that. he’s angry at himself. he’s so angry at himself for getting hurt and potentially putting you in danger. how could he be so weak?

so you wait for him to calm down. and you hope it happens quickly, because the bleeding was still going steady. after a few minutes, you scoot closer and xiao moves his arms from his abdomen. you gently put your hand on it to look at it, and you can feel him tense up.

“i’m sorry,” you say, quickly pulling your hand away. “you need to be looked at, but we’re still so far from the city…”

he slowly pulls himself up from the ground. “i’m fine,” he says, unconvincingly. “i’ve faced much worse.”

“xiao, you’re hurt. i’m taking you there even if you don’t want to. you’re still bleeding!” you point out.

he puts his arm around you and dashes back down the mountain, once again falling to the ground after doing so, groaning in pain.

you kneel next to him. “xiao? please… you don’t have to hurt yourself for my sake…”

but the yaksha doesn’t move. he stays in his position, head held low. you’re filled with fear. had you underestimated the severity of his injury? had he pushed himself too hard? was he—

and then, slowly, he raises his head. “i’m okay.”

you exhale, realizing you had been holding your breath. “come on, can you stand?” you grab onto his arm and help him stand, and you guide his arm around you so you can hold onto him as you walk.

“i’m here, always. i’m always by your side, xiao.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #diluc fluff #diluc angst #zhongli fluff #zhongli angst #xiao fluff #xiao angst #diluc imagines #diluc headcanons #xiao imagines #xiao headcanons #zhongli imagines #zhongli headcanons

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

hey, i don't know if this is weird but this is a situation that if i had a yandere would happen so;

can you do yandere aizawa, dabi and stain with a fem!darling who's way too calm after being kidnapped and honestly they're just like "oh- so this what we're doing now?"

but the second the yandere starts bringing up pregnancy they are sobbing and panicking while kicking and screaming and it's just a whole mess -💜anon

(Under cut for length)

Aizawa would be pleasantly surprised at how well they accepted being taken by him, but he wouldn't completely rule out that they were trying to lower his guard. But as time passed on, they didn't take any opportunity to try and escape even when he intentionally tried to give them a chance as a test.

They actually seem like any regular couple and not a kidnapper and kidnappee. That is...until they're watching a movie one night. Aizawa mentions offhandedly that Eri had called him "Dad" on accident once, and he joked that he guessed that'd make ____ her "mom." ____ had laughed kind of uncomfortably, but when Aizawa slyly added that they'd be a great mother to any kids they might have together...____ immediately scrambled away from him in bed and started to cry.

Aizawa's stunned and trying to console them, but they think he's trying to pull them back into bed to get them undressed and pregnant. He has to use his bindings to hold them in place and waits until they've cried everything out before he tries to ask what had set them off. Once they explain he'll be a little disappointed in their extreme refusal to have kids, but it doesn't bother him too much. Taking care of Eri is already difficult-yet-fulfilling and she's already like a daughter to him, after all. Plus, having kids as an underground Pro Hero means he'd be absent for a lot of their lives and he would constantly worry about their safety the way he does Eri and his Darling.

Dabi's happy that ____ had accepted their place with him so easily, since it saved him a lot of time and effort to break them. Now they can get down to the other fun part: fucking nonstop and having someone to make him meals and clean his burns!

He enjoys dirty talk quite a bit, which is how pregnancy gets mentioned. He's fucking them and slurring at just how wet his little slut is. He's gonna make 'em feel so good and fill 'em up real nice with his cum, breed 'em til they can't walk--and suddenly ____'s screaming and shoving him off.

He's confused and pissed at them acting up out of nowhere, and he'll grab them before shoving himself back inside. What the hell did they think they were doing? He's more concerned with cumming than actually getting an answer right away, so he'll ignore their sobbing and screaming and just hold them in place until he's finished. Any more resisting and fighting gets resolved with a slap and a threat to burn them if they don't stop.

Once he finishes, he'll grab them roughly again and demand to know what set them off. Darling's probably hysterical from him cumming inside them but if they manage to explain, Dabi just rolls his eyes. THAT'S it? So what if he knocks them up? If it's such a problem he'll grab some Plan B or something (he sure as shit isn't using a condom or pulling out if he doesn't want to). He may have a breeding kink but having a kid now would just make shit way more complicated anyway. Still, he'll use that fear of pregnancy to try and keep them in line if they ever make him angry. Maybe he'll forget to stock up on Plan B one night and pointedly mention that a baby might keep them entertained if being trapped in the apartment is so boring.

Stain wouldn't dream of trying to get his Darling pregnant outside of a hypothetical breeding kink scenario. He started his mission knowing that he would either succeed in eradicating all false Heroes, or a true Hero would stop him by either imprisoning him or killing him. Bringing a child into the world knowing he's likely to leave them behind is beyond unfair.

It would be a passing comment without any intent to imply he wanted to get them pregnant. Maybe he'd found some new clothes for them to wear, though they were a few sizes too big and he'd wonder out loud if they were maternity clothes. ____ would take that as him wanting to make them fit into them by getting them pregnant and would immediately throw the dress to the ground before crumbling to the ground in fear.

Stain would immediately go to touch them and ask what had happened, and would freeze for a moment when they start sobbing and beg him not to make her get pregnant, they'll do anything else but they can't do that, please don't do it...He'd reassure them that wasn't what he meant. He'd never do anything like that if they didn't want him to. He wouldn't ever hurt them, he LOVES them.

From then on he's VERY careful about what he says in case it comes across the wrong way. He won't even use words like "baby" just to make sure they don't ever get that scared of him ever again.

#.bnha #yandere bnha #.myshit #tw: noncon #.dabi #.aizawa #.stain #yandere dabi #yandere aizawa #yandere stain #tw: pregnancy #.queue

[phoenixyfriend]

hey i read through your Anakin and Jedi babies au, and got to the part about Shmi eventually having a kid and Ani being supportive and listen man i just have emotions bc i realized that her daughter would be the first freeborn child in the Skywalker family. like god knows how many generations of slavery on Tatooine, and this tiny baby is the first one born free. of course, while everyone knows this is a big deal, i feel like Anakin and Shmi are the only ones who truly Know how much of a big deal this is. tiny new baby skywalker draped in japor charms and whispered desert blessings

Context: Anakin and the Jedi Babies, chrono, how Shmi ended up on Mandalore, the post about Jango/Shmi.

YEP.

I’m thinking her name is something like Amika or Amyas? I’ve come to the conclusion that she is the result of Shmi and Jango getting into a relationship, but not actually planned. Anakin absolutely offers to fight Jango for Shmi, and she scolds him for it despite being a solid ten years younger than him.

Jango and Shmi do get married, after a bit more fumbling to make sure this is what they really want.

I imagine that the disaster lineage moves back to the Temple a year or so after that, when Ben is eleven or twelve. The Force just said it was a good time, and Mandalore seemed to be in good shape, etc. There’s a lot of sidelong glances and questioning looks because Soka and Ben still insistently refer to Anakin as buir (or Skyguy, on Soka’s part), and there’s a variety of conspiracy theories, and Ben acts Very Grown Up for a child his age, etc. They actually tell the council the full truth and cause a number of headaches. Mace isn’t amused. There’s rumors everywhere about Obi-Wan and Ben being related but nobody has the guts to ask after the first Scary Skywalker Smile.

What’s really relevant, though, is what that move does to relations between Mandalore, the Jedi, and the Republic.

"Okay, so if the Jedi Order does any negotiation with Mandalore, it has to be through Skywalker." "Why?" "The Mand'alor is his brother-in-law and they met when Fett was fifteen; I've seen Skywalker give this man a noogie and suffer zero consequences for it."

Like, please understand: Jango becomes Mand’alor in his late-twenties even while Jaster is alive, a few years after the Shmi thing, just because he’s Very Good At It. But also, he’s Anakin’s brother-in-law. Anakin, who knows that Shmi can take care of herself but is very protective anyway, and made a hobby of kicking Jango’s ass when he was younger, and has always had Weird Vibes around Jango, and at least once made veiled comments about how he didn’t trust Jango’s ability to be a father.

Jango, of course, doesn’t know that this is because Anakin judges him on the fact that he had three million clone sons that he didn’t give a shit about in a future that won’t happen.

So Jango is actually very concerned with maintaining Anakin’s good favor, something that he feasibly had for a few years but is struggling to hold onto after getting with Shmi and having a kid.

If it were almost anyone else, Anakin probably would have been very “she can make her own choices” about Shmi, but it’s Jango Fett and Anakin has concerns.

A few years later, let’s say Ben is fifteen, the Temple gets notified that the king of Mandalore is coming. The Mand’alor is going to be here, and hasn’t told anyone why. He’s bringing his spouse and several other people, but not a full guard or anything for a formal visit with the Republic.

The ship lands. The Mand’alor exits in full armor. There’s a woman next to him, a small brunette with a toddler in her arms, not wearing much armor, but she has enough to make it clear that she is Mandalorian. Vambraces, greaves, a gorget,  and there’s a sigil on it somewhere declaring her the the spouse of the Mand’alor.

The Jedi Council is mostly polite. Mostly hesitant. Confused. Diplomatic. Dooku is there, and asks, “Did anyone inform Master Skywalker of our visitors?”

“He recently returned from a mission and is likely asleep,” someone tells him.

The Queen of Mandalore sighs. “Oh dear.”

This is when a recently-woken Anakin Skywalker, age thirty-seven but looking like he stalled out on aging in his late twenties, strides out into the hangar and yells, “Shmi!”

The queen gives her toddler to her husband and sprints to Master Skywalker, throwing herself into his arms and letting him spin her around with a laugh. “Ori’vod!”

Dooku’s smile could be, at a stretch, described as ‘shit-eating.’ He turns to the councilors. “You didn’t forget that Skywalker has a sister, did you?”

They didn’t, but they clearly hadn’t expected it to matter.

“Let me see my niece,” Skywalker says, with a grin out of a holo film. “Fett, gimme.”

“Hi, hello, it’s good to see you’re alive too,” the Mand’alor grumbles. “Oh, I’m doing well, and--”

“Yeah, yeah, su cuy'gar and all, let me see my niece.”

The Mand’alor, one of the most influentially dangerous men in the galaxy, sighs and hands over the toddler to Master Skywalker, who immediately starts cooing over the little girl and otherwise making it clear just why he ends up in the creche so often.

“Master Skywalker,” Dooku calls over, as the only person to have encountered the Mando contingent often enough to get away with saying something right now. “You knew they were coming?”

“Nope! Felt ‘em arrive,” Skywalker cheerily replies. “Did someone tell my kids? Somebody tell my kids, they’ll want to see Shmi.”

“Has Ben gotten any taller?” the woman stage-whispers, and Skywalker grins at her.

“Not as much as he’d hoped.”

The Skywalker teenagers in question come sprinting out with less decorum than even their father had. Ben at least tries to slow down and greet the contingent politely, but Soka just barrels into Shmi like there’s nothing in the galaxy that could stop her. There’s laughter and hugs, and Skywalker hands the toddler off to his daughter and steps back to watch his family interact.

(They get justification for the visit eventually: the child is terrifyingly force-sensitive, and the queen has only just managed to convince Fett to let them take her to the Temple. The Council knows just how tenuous their guardianship here is, in that they’re sure this child would have been kept away from them if not for Skywalker’s presence here. Mandalore’s warriors and Tatooine’s slaves hold family to be of utmost importance. Skywalker is the only reason this is happening.)

“You know, I was getting respect from your High Council before you showed up,” Fett grouses, now without his helmet. “I’m the Mand’alor, the first in centuries to step foot here without war in mind. This moment should be historic. People should respect and fear my presence.”

Skywalker looks at him, pitying.

"Fett, I don't care that you're Mand'alor. I've known you since you were fifteen, and you're married to my little sister. You know you don't scare me."

“Anakin--”

“Also you’re short.”

“Oh, get kriffed, you asshole.”

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fighter kirishima who doesn't like it when other people even stare for one second at his partner, so then he just kills anyone who dares to stand less than 2ft from his darling 😌👍

Tw:noncon implication, implied murder

“Why’re you standing so far away babe?”

You’re not, he’s got his arms wrapped around your waist to the point of crushing your hips.

“‘M not, just couldn’t breathe.”

“Oh good, for a moment there I was worried you were looking at that guy again.

That guy referring to the blond haired weirdo who kept laughing and pointing at the losers of the ring like a maniac.

Right, like you were totally head over heels for the one weirdo in the entire basement.

Except your “boyfriend “ maybe. He could definitely take that title.

Well, maybe not weirdo. Maybe Possessive Controling Freak would be a better name for him, instead of Kirishima.

And just to drive the point home, he soothingly rubs his calloused hand up and down your arm while the next match rages on in front of you both.

It’s not soothing, on the contrary it seems like a threat.

He just amps it up from then on any time he feels like your attention is elsewhere or if he feels like other men are looking at you for a second too long.

First it’s taking on arm and tightly squeezing it. Then, he puts one leg of yours over his thigh much to your embarrassment.

Eventually he just picks you up and plops you on his lap. While he thinks he’s keeping other men at bay with this tactic, it’s doing the complete opposite.

Because these testosterone filled savages are quite enjoying the scene with your limbs being toyed with and thrown over a man like the rest of them, your ragdoll-maneuvered body a promise of something they might be able to one day get a taste of.

The entirety of the fight goes by dreadfully slow because all you can focus on is how long Kiri’s hands dip in and out of the crevice of your legs way too casually. His hands settle comfortably under your shirt and across your boobs, which can be seen by literally everyone when they catch a glimpse of an evident hand on your chest.

He prevents you from squirming too much with his limbs tightening around you and disapproving grunts to your discomfort. So you sit there, stewing with rage and humiliation.

Until a distraction appears.

In the midst of the next match brawling in the ring, a smaller fight breaks out amongst the raging spectators.

It only catches both your attention when the yelling starts getting close to your area and men start throwing fists and yelling until their faces tie beet-red.

Kirishima and you both crane your heads around to see the source of the commotion, but you realize quickly that it’s getting way too intense around you, so much so that men begin lifting chairs and falling over themselves in their own battles.

You try to get up but Kiri’s hands are wrapped so tightly around your midriff that you barely manage to dislodge his arm. He’s distracted and looking around curiously at the dangerous setting and you have to frantically tap his arm to indicate it’s time to go.

But he snaps out of it too late, and a body gets punched your way, his large mass descending on your weaker frame.

You shriek and try to lift your hands up to protect yourself, but it doesn’t work. You’re slammed into and knocked clean off Kirishima’s lap onto the floor laced with blood and bits of torn clothes.

There’s a loud ringing in your ears as you blearily get up and take in your surrounds, which seem to love in slow motion around you. You belatedly think that you must’ve hit your head on the concrete floor when you fell.

Your arms ache as you groan and lift yourself up on shaky elbows, the sounds around you swim in and out of your aching head when suddenly an open hand is thrust in front of your face.

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry!”

Grimacing, you tilt your head up and see the same man who knocked you down. You’re in no condition to refuse help in such a volatile area however, so you gingerly lift your hand and grasp onto his open palm.

You find yourself being pulled up easily and crushed into the man’s body. It’s hard to push back but when you see how many bloody faces and broken limbs windmill around you decide it’s best to keep close to a safe space.

The man gently starts stepping over writhing bodies and lifting you up under your arms to ensure that you don’t trip and fall again while on your way to a clearer area.

You don’t resist, only looking up at him helplessly like a kitten being dragged by its mom from the scruff. His body is warm and toned, yet plush and comfortable to lean against when you need to. Your cranium still pounds, but your head clears a bit when you look into his surprisingly concerned grey eyes.

“You alright? Hit your head a little hard, huh? My bad.”

He sets you on a perch near the office and looks around, deeming it a less loud and crowded area for your health.

He says nothing, but you don’t sense any malice from him. He doesn’t move either though, he just leans an arm on the extension and puts another hand on his hip, scanning the screaming men and casualties as if he were looking out in a snowy field.

He might be protecting you, or looking for a good place to jump in and start swinging himself, you’re not sure.

But you’re grateful for his helpful presence, nonetheless.

And then suddenly your moment of reprieve is dismantled when you hear him frantically calling your name.

You see his head hair sticking up, spiky as ever while the top of his head bobs left and right, in circles and backwards as he tries finding you.

Your head starts to hurt again.

“Y/N! Where the hell are you?”

Eventually and unfortunately he sees your figure above the fray, and he swears you look like an angel-siting above this rifraff, your body perfectly intact unlike the rest of these thugs, your expression dazed and vulnerable like it did when you were choking on his co-

He sees the man next to you, and his vision shatters like glass when he takes in the proximity of him next to you.

Kirishima sees red.

“Hey, there you are cutie! I got scared I lost you for a sec’ there. Thanks for looking out for her man,” he smiles and shakes his hand with the steel-haired guy, crushing his grip a little too hard to be deemed grateful.

“No problem. The name’s Tetsutetsu. ‘Think I’ve seen you around here, you fight pretty good not gonna lie! When’s it gonna be my turn to match that strength in the rink?” He smiles deviously and knocks shoulders with you in jest.

While you smile uncomfortably and rub your now-bruising shoulder, Kirishima’s eye twitches at the contact and his smile starts straining as well.

But this is too easy to give up.

“Hey, that’s actually a really good idea. Why don’t we have our own little practice match after the shit here clears up?” He nods around to the ongoing pandemonium.

You look at him stricken, unsure of what he’s playing at. You’re not stupid, you can tell by his off body language that he’s not at rest or relaxed at all by this conversation.

The expression he’s making, while it might fool the himbo next to you, is extremely reminiscent of the faces he pulls when he chides gently in your ear to stop moving so fucking far away from him and soothes a hand over your head.

“Sounds good, and don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you.” The other man laughs heartily and kicks away a stray rolling body.

Kirishima merely grins gently. “For your sake, is give it my best.”

*************

He’s strapped you to the bed-check.

You’ve been spanked black and blue-check.

A lecture has been given to your sobbing body-check.

Ointment has been slathered on the bruises-double check.

And he’s out the door at exactly 9pm, jogging his way to the bar and down the steps to the basement as a light warm up. He considers calling an ambulance before-hand, but that would mean he’d give enough mercy to leave Tetsutetsu intact…and alive.

When he bounds down the rickety steps he finds that Tetsu is already there and lightly boxing a body bag that the newbies use for practice.

He has to hold back his snort and paint his usual cheery face on, but something tells him even the dim yellow light in this room would still show the dark emotion swirling in his ruby eyes.

“What’s up bro, you made it?”

“No, I’m still at home.”

Tetsutetsu laughs heartily and doesn’t catch onto the cold bite Kirishima’s words hold.

“You’re funny. ‘Wanna warm up-“

“-Nah, actually, ‘think I’m good. Let’s just get started, I’ve been waiting for this.”

“You got it boss.”

And without further ado they both shrug off their shirts in the hot basement and ready their fists in a protective stance, circling each other.

“Y’know, when I saw you next to my girl I fantasized about caving your face in,” a punch is thrown suddenly and Tetsu is thrown off guard by the surprising agility of the bully opponent and his words.

He practically eats the hit square in the nose, his head snapping back and immediately pouring blood from his nostrils.

He coughs and staggers before realigning himself the opposite end of the fighting circle. “Wha-? Why?” The victim sounds congested from the leaking blood but his focus is only on Kirishima’s change in expression.

“Yeah, and then I saw you knock shoulders with her too…maybe I’ll cut yours off and sell ‘em for a couple hundred, whaddaya think bro?”

This time when Kirishima aims for his face again he’s ready, and he quickly dodges and strikes his face fist out.

But what he doesn’t expect is the redhead to actually catch the fist in his own larger hand and hold it in midair. He also doesn’t react in time to pull his hand out and move back when Kiri’s other fist swings low and punches so hard into his stomach that he falls to the ground, hand still captivated by Kirishima’s.

He’s never seen a man with that kinda of face on while fighting. His eyes are narrowed and dark, his mouth is set in a thin like and his whole body is taut, as if holding back his own strength.

For the first time since he’s ever been in the basement, Tetsutetsu doesn’t to fight anymore.

“Look Kirishima,” he hacks and looks wildly at him. “I don’t know if you’re upset at me for something but you gotta chill out. You can’t catch my hands like that, that’s not how you’re supposed to fight-“

“You still think I give a shit how we’re supposed to fight? No ones gonna care about strategy or sportsmanship when you’re dead, Tetsutetsu.”

His last scream is so loud and so shrill that Kirishima thinks it’s a shame it wasn’t witnessed in a real match by paying spectators.

#bully kirishima #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere kirishima #tw: implied noncon #tw: implied death #yandere mha #bnha #mha #yandere bnha #kirishima #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima

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I don't know if this counts as a comfort request, can you do a Chuuya and Dazai comfort request of them comforting/saving the reader from a abusive parent?

Yes, this is, of course, a comfort request, if it helps you feel better, than it counts. I’m sorry if this doesn't live up to expectations though, abuse is one of the few things I struggle with writing for personal reasons (don’t worry, it’s nothing physical, just a lot of mental strain loves), so it won’t be detailed or thoroughly explained, more hinted/briefly mentioned. Since the request was vague, I was unsure what kind you needed, so I went with what I’m more comfortable writing. With that out of the way, here are 2 small drabbles.

Saved from an abusive household (comfort fic) |Dazai, Chuuya x Reader|

Warning: Emotional and (maybe some hints to physical) abuse

Words- 1141 (combining both characters totals).

Dazai-

590 words

To say he was angry was an understatement. He never understood why his emotions were so, so uncontrolled when it came to you. He was hardly in terms that he may actually love you. With the wind blowing over your face, whipping through your hair, he couldn’t help it. Noticing every mark, the tears, everything. He noticed it despite how you acted like everything was fine. The hoarseness of your tone was too great a signal that, well, you had been crying longer than he had been standing here. Dazai wanted to know, no, he needed to know who had made you so upset. He felt, odd as it may sound, protective. He would never strike out against you or raise his voice. He’d never hurt you, not in any way. So the flinch you made when all he wanted was to cup your face, to whisper that he loved you, it hurt. He couldn’t keep his face from showing the shock. His eyes darting around for any other signs. Clearly, he’d noticed before, but you always rode it off.

Standing within the brutal rain, you watched Dazai with a clouded mind. There are… many ways that often go unnoticed to the public. While cuts are difficult to hide, the scars on the mind… are impossible to see. What is not shown on the surface is never seen. Anxiety, depression, social awkwardness, the flinch brought on by a loud noise or voice, the shaky trembles of hands when being scolded. Signs that go unnoticed, so as Dazai looked at you with eyes full of anger and pain, he waited until you flew to his chest and broke down. His hands never once left your back. His voice a mere whisper as he ran fingers and told you the best news of your life. “You can live with me. It isn’t much, but its, it’s better than going back there.” His voice held so much anger, disgust, and pain you thought he may drop you in bed, then run to kill the two who told you over and over how much they loved you, only to contradict themselves. 

He did something along the lines of that. When you were asleep in an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants far too long for your legs, he sipped from the agency-provided room, and well, he went straight to the place he knew you lived. It happened to be on your file in the agency. He didn’t bother knocking, but instead picked the front door lock with skilled ease, and underneath the clap of thunder and flash of white light, he slid inside. Dragging water into the room where two older adults lay. As if they didn't notice their child's absence. So pulling out his gun, he shot at a perfect angle. A direct middle between heads. He watched them scramble awake, only to see he was already gone within shadows. He played the part of a demon for you tonight. Raising their paranoia as far as he could, before appearing with a dramatic flash of lighting having calculated the right timing. He warns them if they ever tried to make themselves the victims, or if they set a pinky on your skin, he’d make their lives a living hell. After all, he was once Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy, the youngest mafia executive. It wasn't a title he liked anymore, but he would admit returning to such a mentality for a bit would be alright, if it meant protecting you from pain.

Chuuya-

551 words

Beneath the rays of moonlight showering through a ginger held you tightly in his arms. Tonight he played the part of the big spoon, cuddling you close to keep you safe. It was always like this in storms. His arms wrapped around you, running down your arms. His lips on top of your in passionate breaks here and there. The two shared wine and laughed away the storm. Every time you jumped, he dropped to kiss your shoulders and between your neck. He kept trying to comfort you with all he could. He never felt it was enough. Especially after the ones that were within seconds of another. The louder the tremble, the more you shook, so when four or five repeated in a row he worried. Sure, it was normal to be scared of storms, but you were scared of the noise in general. It was an issue he had hated because, well, we all know Chuuya likes to yell a lot. He never realized till he was actually angry with a coworker, the flinch you make is an expectation, like your bracing for something. That’s how he found out. The next morning, how you claimed to be too sick to go home. The way you wanted to stay with him on your week off. How you'd rather just keep working.

“I’ll kill them.” It wasn’t anger directed at you, and he kept his tone soft, despite how difficult it was. Behind his clenched teeth, dagger-like glare, and the snarl, he was positive he’d frightened you accidentally. “Let me kill ‘em.” He grumbled, shoving his gloves into pockets as he tried to reel in his temper. He doesn't give two shits if they are your parents. So telling him no is frustrating. Clearly, if they did this, if they could be cruel enough to make their child afraid, then they didn’t deserve somebody so forgiving and kind like you.

He let you stay the day with him. There was no way he’d make you go home. Not when he’d seen how terrified you were when he tried pushing you out the door. He’d cuddled and spoiled you rotten with gifts all day. And when you finally crashed, his lips tapped your forehead, and he was gone. Searching through records till he found the address. He was straight to the point, breaking a window with a nice kick. His feet heavy with gravity as he grabbed the collars of those two blind bastards. Yes, he knew he could make it worse. However, that would only happen if they were not afraid of him. An overprotective guard dog. Trust me, this is one loyal bastard you never want to cross. He couldn’t kill them, but he could hurt them. He could yell at the top of his lungs and shout in their ears. Send them in walls, maybe break a finger, or two. On his way out, when the couple stood shaking with fear, his head tilted back just enough to see the scene he’d made. “Hurt them again, and I won’t listen. You’re really lucky, my baby has a golden heart that forgives so easily." He half-expected them to call the cops, but he guessed that meant angering the mafia more. What could he say, he was a pretty well-known man.

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[sunflower1experiment]

Kevin x reader (demon slayer crossover)

Never met a demon? What about a demon slayer? That’s what she was, a demon, a fierce one too.

The first thing that was noted about your style was the kimono, “Another geisha?” You hum confused as to what that meant then walk over to Norton who mentioned the name, he backs up then grunts when your arms hold him. The male immediately moves you away then rubs his neck, “Yea um personal space…”

Confused with your actions, Patrica decided to speak with you. “Hm….she’s a demon…didn’t Nightingale state that the new survivor would be a little strange.” Norton gave a confused glance to Kevin while he just tilts his head, “She’s pretty quiet let’s look at her info.”

Demon: she always starts with someone, when far away from the person she starts with she’ll see them from a distance and immediately come to their aid when a hunter is after them. Sadly she can’t decode on account to her memories being poor.

Rescuing isn’t an issue she’ll heal instantly when terror shocked but after that she’s a one hit done, if a survivor rescues the demon she’ll immediately body block them meaning if you’re being chased and the hunter hits you the demon will take the hit.

External trait: the demon can see the survivor they stay with from afar, them and them alone. Another trait the demon suffers from memory loss but they also reconcile with familiarity, if a survivor stays with the demon long enough they’ll guard them no matter what. Even stunning the hunter with a strong force.

Downgrade traits, Demon gets scared when they mess up a calibration and their decoding decreases by 30% if another survivor is with them they’ll immediately stop and run away.

Patricia tries to read more but that’s all that was there, she watched (Y/N) explore the manor for a moment then she pats their head. “So what do we do with em?” Norton didn’t seem to thrilled with working with a demon but Patrica shrugs him off. “Kevin and I will just protect em while you and Eli try to figure out our next matches with Helena.” Kevin hugged (Y/N) while they hug him happily and hum. The demon was smaller than him but it didn’t stop them from trying to hug the cowboy.

Eli wasn’t scared of the demon, but he was confused as to why they always pat his head. “Nightingale did state that before they were turned into a demon they had a two siblings and a mother figure….I can’t say what else without their consent.” Watching (Y/N) follow Helena must’ve been the cutest thing to witness with Kevin. Until he caught sight of their feet, they weren’t wearing shoes, socks and their feet was wounded.

Which explained their small breathing and mid stops: carefully picking the demon up he starts patching their wounds. “……” out of nowhere the demon leans on Kevin. “What is it hun?” (Y/N) just hums in response then they pull back and wiggle their feet comfortably.

“Your feet are practically your sense of sight and hearin hun.” They motion for Kevin to hold them he does so and they take off their muzzle, with a small lean they whisper. “ありがと。。。” it was so quiet, raspy yet soft. After that they ran away, he blushed a bit then held his face. Did they just boop him?

The match was strange, having two new survivors and a new hunter it was like watching two of the same creatures at work. Nightmare chased (Y/N) but their other traits kicked in, “shift” allowed them to turn as small as memory and run faster but they couldn’t drop pallets and the skill only lasted for ten seconds.

Nightmare teleports before the demon they growl then tried running but something grabbed their waist. Immediately feeling arms around them after they take in the area and notice cowboy shoes. “…..hm.” Kevin sets them down then chuckles while they hug him. “No problem sweetheart.” Nightmare had lost them for a moment and started chasing Patrica.

Kevin takes the time to decode with (Y/N), their small hums and chirps made the male melt. That was before a crow flew above them and Nightmare appeared right as he tried to hit Kevin the demon blocked his way then yelps when he smacks their muzzle off. Creating a downgrade trait, the demon is a demon still they can’t control their urge to eat but this one can which leads to their healing speed to decrease by 50%.

Soft pants escape them then a hoarse whine escapes their throat until Nightmare pinned them to the wall. They gasp for air, he chuckles darkly only to growl when Kevin grabbed (Y/N) with the lasso then he gained a borrowed time boost from the cipher pop. “Thank you Helena.” He rubs (Y/N)’s back gently until their body racked.

“Agh- AGHH!” They both fall and (Y/N) growls angrily then attacks him. Their body presses against the cowboy. “Patrica stun them!” Helena tells, “What!? Why!? That’s dangerous even for them.” Norton growls, “There’s no time! Nightmare is comin!” Patrica gripped her skulled item and crushed it causing the demon to let out a panicked cry which followed with a scream of betrayal. They fall on Kevin, he carried them to the gate while they laid in his arm silently.

Once they got back to the manor Kevin laid (Y/N) down then paused when they held his hand. “You okay?” The demon closed their eyes tiredly and whines. “Sorry hun…didn’t mean to cause you any trauma…” they breath weakly then rasps out a small. “I don’t wanna…hurt anyone…I wanted to keep everyone safe…” he leans his head against them.

“You did hun, you did.”

Kevin stayed with (Y/N) for the rest of the day, helping them write. Then he’d show them how to write in their diary, a few times it was sloppy but it’s obvious the demon was very educated. After awhile they both grew tired and fell asleep together, Patrica walks in with a blanket and placed it over the two before leaving.

(Y/N) cuddles into Kevin then smiled in their sleep. “Kev….Kevin…”

The male tried, failed miserably and cried in their arms after that. “Ah I love them so much.”

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[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

I Melt With You - Bakugou Katsuki

All Parts:

Part 9:

As it turns out, being told there’s an imminent threat on your life, does not lend itself to a relaxing day at work. No, what it lends itself to, is a day of looking over your shoulder, of flipping the lights on in every room- of creeping quietly around furniture, trying to get the jump on whoever is hiding behind it. 

Except, there’s never anyone behind it. There’s never anyone behind anything, and all you have to show for it is a heart beating far too fast. All you have is a ribcage, strung together with dental floss, little bits of string pulled much too far and much too tight. What’s left is a person one surprise from a panic attack, and one loud noise away from a mental breakdown.

It’s the weirdest anxiety you’ve ever felt; a dripping, acrid, paranoia lining your bones with electricity and your muscles with shock. The strangest part of all though? The way you’re counting the minutes. Watching the seconds pass by with each moment, trying to be patient until you could see Bakugou of all people. 

You’re not sure when you started to associate him with safety, but it’s almost a lost cause at this point. His attitude was pretty much irrelevant to the issue, and even if he wasn’t very soft or reassuring, you know he’d rather die than let you get taken. His ego just wouldn’t allow it, and for some odd reason, you think that’s the most comforting part of all.

You walk out the backdoor, dragging your feet and hardly even jumping in surprise when you see him. Bakugou is leaning against the back wall of the alley, disinterest coloring his face. He’s in his hero gear, but thankfully he’s got his mask in his hands- being unable to fully see his eyes made him much harder to read.

“No bruises, scrapes? Blood?” You ask, looking him up and down twice over. You can’t help yourself as you near, eyes squinting as you study him closely. “No injuries, right?”

“No- ‘m fuckin’ fine. Stop fussing, woman.”

You see the red on his cheeks, just barely for a second, before he’s quickly sliding the mask onto his face. So much for seeing his eyes, then- apparently he wanted to keep you guessing all night. Not that you wouldn’t have been anyway. 

"I'm not- actually, yeah, sorry. Maybe I was fussing a little bit." You laugh under you breath, taking a step back. "It's not my fault though, alright? Usually I only see you when you’re exhausted or bleeding out."

"Yeah, because bein' around ya is fuckin' torture, leech. Why the hell would I see you if I didn't have to?"

You turn, balking at him. Under the glow of the streetlamp, something sly and mischievous lines his smile. You watch him glow for a moment, yellow streetlamp luminescence casting his pale skin in shades of glimmering gold. He’s almost unrecognizable like that, unable to help himself when he shakes his head. 

“I told you, leech.” He laughs. “You’re too easy.”

“No- you’re an asshole. You know that? You have to know that, don’t you?”

“I know.”

“And, what, you’re proud of that?”

He just shrugs, kicking off the wall and brushing past you. His shoulder knocks into yours, and you feel a little unsteady at the impact. Bakugou laughs. Then he picks up speed, walking briskly towards the end of the alley, looking behind him to make sure that you’re following. 

“That’s not an answer, you know.” You say, rolling your eyes. “Not even a little bit of an answer.” 

“Who the fuck said I gotta answer all your questions, hah?” He replies, petulance coloring his words. He turns back to look at you, snapping his fingers to urge you on. “Now c’mon. Faster. Pick up the goddamn pace.”

“Jeez, you’re pushy tonight.”

Bakugou doesn’t answer you, just leading you out of the alley, and into the street. He slows suddenly, falling behind you with watchful eyes scanning every shadow. There’s no one out that night, there almost never is at that time, but Bakugou still seems keen on keeping up his vigilance. Turning back to look at him, you’re almost shocked by the concentration on his face.

It’s a look you’re not especially used to seeing on him. You’d never realized how much time he spent just messing with you, but the foreignness of his expression made that apparent. In that moment, all you can wonder is why villians even bothered in the first place- it was obvious they weren’t going to get away with anything under his watch. Not at least if Bakugou’s fists had something to say about it. 

“You look pretty guard-dog-like back there.” You comment with a coy smile. “Super scary.”

“Shut up.”

 “Mhm, that’s what you always say isn’t it.”

 “Fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing.” You say lightly, spinning to look at him for a moment. He’s confused, head tilted slightly to the side. He looks like a dog all over again and you have to hold back a giggle. “Just means you’re short with me all the time. Well- when you’re not being mean that is.” 

“You pickin’ a fight?”

“No. No. I’m not.” You laugh. “I almost never am, or at least not intentionally. You always think so though.” 

Bakugou speeds up then, his strides matching yours. He’s close then, way closer to you than he’d usually walk. You’re not particularly curious about it, but you’re sure that if you reached out, just barely extended your fingers, you’d brush right up against those giant gauntlets of his. And probably get those same fingers blasted right off- but that’s neither here nor there. 

“You look tired.” He gruffs, changing the subject suddenly. He’s looking away, eyes trained down every dark alley you pass. “You somehow sleep worse than me or somethin’?” 

“No. Just lots of people coming in and out today. Lots of patients to see.” 

“Mhm.” He nods. “Any weird injuries?”

“No? Why?”

He just looks at you then, eyes squinting slightly.

“Oh. Those villians you can’t tell me about. I get it.” You say, and Bakugou nods. “But no. Not that I saw- sorry. Strange influx of elderly people, though. But that’s probably just a coincidence. Probably unrelated.”

“It is.”

“Huh? How would you know?”

“Just do.”

You roll your eyes, huffing. “You suck at explaining things, you know- just like, the worst conversationalist.”

He shrugs again, and at the movement you feel the edge of his gauntlets against your arm. The metal is cold, even through the thin material of your jacket, and you shiver.

“Damn, you really that fuckin’ scared of ‘em?” He scoffs, looking at you a little weirdly. “Chill the hell out, leech. ‘m not after you.” 

“No- it’s not- I’m not scared of them. Well, I am, but not of you. Or them.” You rub at your arms, trying to avoid accidentally elbowing him as he walks next to you. “The metal was just cold. Didn’t expect it, is all.” 

He nods, grunting something under his breath. Then he’s side-eyeing you. For way too long to be normal, even for ordinary person standards. Hardly another breath passes before he smirks, jostling his shoulders and pressing the gauntlet directly into your arm. It hits against your jacket, flooding ice through the material and into your skin.

“It’s cold!” You squeal in surprise, almost stumbling as you pull away. You take another step to the side, just to increase the distance between you and him- just to be safe. “I literally just said that! You’re a dick.” 

Bakugou just smothers his laugh in his shoulder. 

“No! Don’t laugh- what you think this is funny? Huh?”

“Yeah.” He chuckles, trying to get you with the gauntlets once more. You flinch away, which just makes him laugh more. “I do actually.”

“It’s not! It’s cold out, you asshole! Don’t make it any worse!”

He just laughs at you, eyes crinkling around the edges. Bakugou doesn’t laugh much, not around you at least, but now you’re sort of wishing he did. His eyes look a lot brighter when he laughs. Happier.

“Okay, okay, chill out already.” He smirks, shushing you like a child. “Won’t happen again.”

“You sound like you’re lying.”

“Nah. ‘m not.”

“I don’t trust you.” You counter, eyeing him with suspicion. “Not at all.”

He just shrugs, like your answer doesn’t surprise him, nor does it make any sort of difference. You suppose that’s about right. Bakugou pretty much only cared about pushing your buttons- making you feel comfortable wasn’t even a thought in his mind.

“You’re such a baby.” He comments, eyes scanning down another dark alley. “Seriously. ‘s not even that fuckin’ cold outside.”

“Says you.”

“I’m right.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

“You’re absolutely not.” Drawing your jacket tighter, you fight the shiver that threatens to crawl up your spine. “You know, for a guy who gets so mad about me “picking fights” all the time, you sure do like to argue a lot. You sure you’re not actually the one picking fights?”

“I don’t gotta pick ‘em, I just finish them.”

There’s no way- there’s no way in hell a fully grown hero, a pro hero just opened his mouth and said that to you. It’s inconcievable, or, it should be, but then you look at Bakugou and the absolute sincerity of his expression.

“You’re a barbarian.” You can’t help but laugh, pinching the bridge of your nose with faux annoyance. “Seriously. I just gagged on all the testosterone in that sentence.” 

“So? ‘s not my fuckin’ problem.” 

“It is. It definitely is.” You tell him, hardly restraining your urge to knock him right off the curb. 

From where he is, walking on the outside of the sidewalk and closest to the road, all it would take is a little nudge- he’s walking so very close to the edge.  But knowing him, Bakugou would probably take you with him. So you refrain, changing the subject instead.

 “So, you see any bad guys yet?”

“Bad guys?” He snorts, eyeing you like you’re stupid. “No. I haven’t seen any villains, yet.” 

“Good, just checking. I don’t actually know what I’d do if you did.”

“You don’t do shit. You stay the hell out of it.”

“Okay, but what if you-”

“No. You run the other direction and go fuckin’ hide. That’s what you do.” He orders, seriousness lining his features. “Don’t go tryin’ anything. You’ll only get in the way, leech.”

A part of you bristles all over at that- at his insistence that you’d be nothing but useless weight in a fight. It makes you uncomfortable because as it stands, he’s right. You’d never be able to hold your own, much less defeat anyone.

You felt weak. Vulnerable.

“Don’t be a goddamn baby. I can see you panicking.” He says, kicking at a rock on the sidewalk. “I told you- ‘m not plannin’ to let any of those fuckers get you. ‘s a hypothetical, so don’t go cryin’ over shit that hasn’t even happened yet.”

“It’s not that.”

“Fuck is it then?”

“It’s just- I was thinking, you know, about what I’d do in a fight.” You start, rubbing at your elbow mindlessly. “And you’re right. I’d be entirely useless. I can’t hurt anybody. I don’t think I ever would, even if I had the skills to.”

You hardly see it from the corner of your vision, but Bakugou scrunches his nose. Your words must’ve upset him because then he’s huffing like a bull, curling his fingers closed into a fist.

“Don’t say it like it’s a fuckin’ bad thing. Don’t be an idiot.” He mutters lowly, voice pinched and tight. There’s a flush on his cheeks, just barely visible in the dark. “People getting fuckin’ hurt is never a good thing.”

“No, it’s not. I guess you’re right. But, still, I guess what I’m saying is I wish I was a little less soft, you know? Stronger.”

He cuts his eyes toward you, something guarded lining them. You can hardly tell, and you wish he’d take his mask off, but Bakugou almost looks..... offended?

“Bein’ soft doesn’t mean you’re fuckin’ weak.”

“You’ve literally called me weak before!” 

“Yeah- when you were playin’ all fuckin’ nice when you didn’t mean it.” He flares his nostrils. “That’s weak.” 

“Oh, so you’re saying- actually, no, I have no idea what point you’re trying to get at right now.”

“Jesus, you’re stupid.” He mutters on his breath. “I’m saying, don’t do shit just because you think you have to. That’s stupid. That’s weak.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t fight anybody?”

“Do you want to fight anybody?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then why the hell are we even fuckin’ talking about this?” He asks, simple and plain like it never even mattered to him in the first place. “If you don’t want to fight then don’t fight. It’s that fuckin’ easy.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts.” He says, finality lacing his tone. “Besides, it’s not gonna fuckin’ matter anyway. I’ll skin ‘em before they even get anywhere near you.”

Bakugou seems to realize his words- and the weight behind them at the same time you do. Where you’re blushing and looking away, he’s straightening in place next to you. His spine goes ramrod, feet stuttering like the pavement is shooting electric shocks through his heels. 

“That’s- I think that’s the only sort of nice thing you’ve ever said to me.” You utter out, entirely shocked. Then you’re slapping a hand against your mouth, breathing a gasp out between the gaps in your fingers. “That’s- that’s the only nice thing I get? A threat against somebody else? That’s ridiculous!”  

You can’t help the giggle that tumbles out of your mouth then, something small and tiny quickly growing louder. It makes you feel light- weightless on the street, like the pavement below you is bolstering you higher with each step. When you look over, Bakugou’s not laughing, but he’s smiling, something pinched and shy as he looks back at you. A he stares at you, blinking slowly, tipping his head to the side like he doesn’t understand.

“It’s- I’m sorry.” You laugh, biting down on your lip. “It’s just so funny! You being nice isn’t even you being nice- it’s just you being mean to somebody else for once!” 

“If this is what you’re like when I’m fuckin’ nice, then I’ll never be nice to you again.” 

“Don’t grumble.” You smile, trying to cover your smile with an errant palm. “Even if I’m laughing, I’m not necassarily laughing at you, you know? I guess what I”m saying is that it helps with the panic- to know that somebody capable is looking out for me, you know?”

“Yeah, I bet.”

His tone leaves something sour, sarcasm and cynicism left behind on his breath. You look over at him, but his eyes are trained forward, shooting between every dark crevice and shadow. He’s relentless, shoulders constantly drawn forward, stalking and prowling like he’s just waiting for somebody to challenge him.

It makes you wonder who’s looking out for him. If anybody even is- or, more specifically, if he is letting anyone.

“Hey, Bakugou?” You ask suddenly. 

“What?”

“I appreciate it, you know. This. You walking me home.” You find yourself unable to hold his intense gaze any longer. Eyes trained at the ground, you continue. “I know you didn’t have to, and even if it’s not for me, it still makes me feel a lot better. Less scared. So thank you.” 

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t really even react other than straightening a little beside you. It makes you want to take the words back, to fluster, make excuses maybe- but you don’t. You steel yourself and you don’t apologize because you meant it. Meant every word.

“Jesus, you really are soft, huh.” He mutters quietly, voice hardly carrying through the cold air. “Really fuckin’ soft.”

“Yeah. I am.”

He doesn’t say anything else, but he does walk a little closer. From where he is, right up next to you, Bakugou looks a lot different. It might just be the low light, but you could’ve sworn he was all soft angles then; all smooth skin covering a gently sloping nose, delicate lips curled up into the smallest of smiles. You think he’s beautiful then- like somehow, all of his blistering strength had gone molten instead of igniting. 

There’s not much left to say, and you’re out of jokes, so the rest of your walk is spent in silence. It’s a weird kind of quiet, something that sits heavy in your chest, warm and fluid- almost like it’s lulling you to sleep. There’s still a little anxiety rolling in your stomach, but that’s softened now too. You’re sure Bakugou would laugh at you if you told him, but he really did make you feel safe. If only in an belligerent and begrudging sort of way on his end. 

Another few minutes pass and you’re at the entrance to your apartment building. He hovers close behind you as you swipe your keycard, eyes watching the same way they’d done all night. He really is diligent when he wants to be apparently.

“Are you coming in?” You ask, lingering in the door way.

“Nah. I’m on patrol for a few more hours.”  

“Oh- yeah, okay, that makes sense.”

“You scared or somethin’?” He asks, squinting at you. “Go inside already.” 

You curl your fingers a little tighter around the handle, shifting your weight onto your other foot. It frustrates you a little- how he seems to see right through you when you can hardly ever tell what he’s thinking. 

“No- well, yes, but I get it, you’ve got other priorities.” You say, gently. “Go, I’ll be fine. Don’t let my weird paranoia hold you up or anything.” 

He just nods, adjusting the mask on his face as he turns away. Bakugou only makes it a few steps, just barely secluded into the shadows beyond the complex lights, before he’s turning around. Hand itching at the back of his neck, he plants his feet, regarding you with familiar red eyes.

“It’s not weird.” He says. “I’ll be back later. Don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid while I’m gone.” 

Then he’s turning around before you can say anything, his dark costume melting into the shadows. The air somehow feels colder when he leaves, empty almost, and you rush into your apartment complex as a result.

When you’re finally unlocking your door, and quickly relocking it behind you, the exhaustion nearly bulldozes you. You’d been so careful that day, not using your quirk just like Bakugou had advised, but in the end you figured it didn’t really matter- you were scared, absolutely terrified about some villian it didn’t seem like you could even prepare for. That would make anyone tired, weird quirk or not.

Collapsing on your couch with a sigh, you can’t help yourself as sleep quickly takes over.

--/--

You’re jolted awake by the sound of knocking, and, even in your sleep-drunk haze, you know who it is. You’d never known anyone else in your entire life who knocked as loudly as he did. It was like miniature bombs were going off against the glass. 

Bakugou is standing outside in normal clothes, thankfully shucked of both his hero costume and mask. He’s clad in sweatpants and a t-shirt, tapping his foot impatiently as you approach the door. You wonder how he’s not cold, how in the world he’s not freezing his ass off out there. You’d ask, but the exhaustion is still creeping in, piloting your body with hardly a quarter of as much energy as you would normally have.

“You look tired.” He says, taking in your appearance when you slide open the door. He lets himself in, brushing past you when you apparently take too long. “You fall asleep or somethin’?”

“Yeah- yeah, I did, sorry.” You yawn, rubbing away the sleep in your eyes. “Couldn’t help it. Was tired.”

“Oh.”

Bakugou seems a little stilted, hardly even looking at you, and when he does, it’s with a flush on his face. You just shrug his weird behavior off, not having the energy to ask nor the care to even remotely get to the bottom of it. As it was- you were dead tired. His weird mood wasn’t going to trump that apparently.

“You all good?” You yawn again into your hand, then stretch your arms high above your head. “No injuries or anything?”

“Nope.”

“Oh. Okay. That’s good. That’s good.” You trail off, turning away from him to gather your purse and coat off of the couch. “How was it?”

“I didn’t find them yet. If that’s what you’re asking.”

“No- well, that’s sorta- but not really.” You’re fluffing the pillows for him before you realize, gathering a blanket from where it was tucked away too. “I meant- like, everything go alright? Just general checking up stuff.”

“Why- you decide to care now or somethin’?”

“Don’t be difficult. I care. Wouldn’t- wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care to know the answer.”

“Fine.” He grumbles, cheeks going pink once more. “It was boring. Nobody was out tryin’ to pull anything.” 

“Well, that’s nice to hear, actually.”

You continue making up his pseduo bed, spreading the blanket over your cushions and folding it back neatly. It’s almost subconscious, the way your hands move even through your sleep-fog. Bakugou just watches, looking at you a little strangely. His red eyes flicker from you, to the pseduo-bed you’d made up for him, and then back again several times over. 

On the couch, there’s the normal blanket, but this time you’d also sacrificed one of your real pillows too. You figured that if he was going to go through the hassle of making sure you were safe, then the least you could do was spare him a good pillow. Still, the gesture seemed to stump him, and Bakugou just stared blankly at it. Then his eyes flicker back to you, something unsure in them.

You’re not used to seeing him like that. Apprehensive. Almost timid.

“Hope it’s alright.” You tell him, passing him to flick off the bright overhead light. “Thought it was about time for an upgrade. Take it as a show of my appreciation.” 

“Whatever.” He flusters a bit, but shakes it off quickly. “Glad you finally realized how shitty your throw pillows are.”

“Mhm. Sure.”

“You really that tired?”

“Yeah. Sorry. ‘s pretty hard for me to function after I’ve just woken up. ‘s really embarrassing.” 

“No, it’s-”

Bakugou seems to suddenly seize in place half way through his words, spinning the other direction like someone was puppetting his strings. You really start to wonder what had gotten into him in the few hours since you’d seen him last.

“Well, if that’s all,” You say, hiding another large yawn behind your gloves. Then you’re pulling at the material, freeing one of your hands. “Then I’d really like to go back to sleep. So, c’mon, hand out already, yeah?” 

He nods tightly, his whole face red. He won’t look at you, eyes hardly flickering up to yours for a second before he forces them back down. Another loud yawn escapes you, and that only seems to worsen whatever problem he’s having, because then Bakugou is dragging a hand down his face- stretching and pulling and tugging at heated skin like he’s in physical pain. Still, he holds his hand out anyways, refusing to meet your eyes.

That same subtle warmth floods you again, solid and sure where his hand meets yours. It’s muted now, a little softer, but still there. You’re half asleep, barely functioning, and you absentmindedly rub the back of his hand with you thumb, once, twice, and then pat when you let go.

He just looks at you, absolutely bewildered, and honestly- you’re not sure you have an explanation. There is no explanation. All there is, is your bone-deep exhaustion and the apparently uncharacteristic things it makes you do. Like shushing him when he starts to speak, which only seems to stun him more. Then you’re waving him off,  beginning to walk towards your bedroom without hardly letting him get a reaction in edgewise. You’d apologize, but honestly, you’re sure you’d fall asleep half-way through the words. 

“Goodnight.” You say absentmindedly, head lolling over your shoulder to look back at him. “Have a good sleep or whatever. See you tomorrow.”

Then you’re stumbling down the hall, just barely remembering to flick off the overhead lights. You hit the bed, flopping down boneless and sated. 

You’re sure it must take all over 10 seconds until you’re out again. Maybe even less than that.

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Sandor Clegane x reader (Reason 1)

Requests are open 

Warnings: Death, Murder, hanging, swearing and prostitution 

Word count: 1230

Part 2 (Reason 2)

Part 3 (Reason 3)

Part 4 (Reason 4)

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A daughter of a whore, raised by nuns, became a thief, ran away to Braavos and was trained as an assassin. That just about summed you up.

You had fought your whole life to get to where you were, to prove you were worthy enough to be apart of a world filled with shitty people. Despite all of that, you still found yourself  laughing at the situation you found yourself in.

"(Y/n) fucking Hill"

Your head shot up at hearing that name. You hadn't gone my Hill since you went to Braavos.

"Ah, so you know our little sparrow do ya Clegane?" Thoros said nudging your side as he sat beside you.  When he saw the look you gave to the former guard he dropped his joking demeanour. 

"The Fuck you doing here?"

Sandor stared at you for a moment before turning to the 3 men behind you. The men were stood on 3 small barrels, hands tied behind their backs and a rope around their necks.

"Chasing them. You?"

"Hanging them" Berec retorted.

"They're our men. Or they were. They attacked a nearby septor and murdered the villagers, why do you want them?" Thoros asked.

"Same reason. I was helping build it. They killed a friend of mine."

"You have friends?"

"Not any more" Sandor said, his eyes darted to you for a second before walking up to your group "They're mine."

"It's the brotherhoods good name they've dragged through the dirt-"

"Fuck your name. They're mine," Sandor said through gritted teeth. " I've killed you once before Beric and I'm happy to do it again."

At the corner of your eye, you saw another one of your group stretch his bowstring and aim an arrow at him.

"Drop the arrow," You said clearly so that everyone could hear and stepped closer to him.

 "He's not going to hurt US... you can have one of them."

The look you got wasn't one of surprise or shock. He was thinking. The other men around you weren't surprised at your boldness, you'd been with them for years and had quickly earnt the respect you were given.

"... Two" Sandor said looking at you.

After a moment of silent deliberation, you nodded to him in agreement.

Just as Sandor was about to plant his axe in one of the traitors heads, Thoros stopped him.

"We're not butchers..."

"Speak for yourselves" you mumbled under your breath with a smile.

"... We hang them"

With an annoyed look, Sandor replied "Hanging? All over in an instant. Wheres the punishment in that?"

"They die-"

"Thay all bloody die. Except for that one" Sandor said motioning to the one-eyed man behind him. " I'll only gutt one of em"

By this point, you had taken a few steps away to get a better view of the scene. The men that were about to die were part of your group once but their twisted sense of right and wrong had lead them to do awful things. They deserved what they were about to get and thankfully others thought the same.

"No" Beric said.

"Chop off one hand?"

"We gave you 2 of the 3 out of the respect of your loss. That's generous."

With a sigh, Sandor dropped his axe " You're all a bunch of Nancies... There was a time I would've killed all 8 of you just to gutt these 3."

"You're getting old Clegane" you chuffed

Suddenly, Sandor kicked the barrel out from under one of the man's feet, sending him falling a short distance to his slow death.

"He's not" Sandor said doing the same to another of the man.

That's when you moved to stand in front of the last man. His eyes wide with fear. You'd admit that you enjoyed watching the fear grow as you let kicked away his barrel too.

When you got back to camp, Beric told Sandor that he was born a fighter and no matter where he went a fight would always find him. How everything happens for a reason Bla bla bla.  It was true that Sandor was a fighter, he had gutted his first man when he was 12 years old and didn't regret it, but that didn't make him a fighter. What made him a fighter was how he continued to live his life and grow stranger with every passing day and by the way he looked he had continued to do so. Beric also said that Sandor would be useful in the brotherhood. How it needed strong men to help is win the upcoming war and how he could help more people he's hurt.

You saw something change in him at that moment. It could have been how he sat or the look in his eye, you weren't sure... but something did change.

That night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, you stayed awake to keep the fire lit. While stoking the flames, thoughts swam around your head like a fish in a shallow pond. The flames shone like a beacon in the pitch-black forest. The occasional snore and animal sounds echoed off of the trees. The stars above were the only thing for the company.

At the corner of your eye, you saw someone lumbering their way towards you. You weren't scared, you knew he wouldn't hurt you.

"Cant sleep Clegane?"

"Not with all these cunts snoring like dying pigs"

"It good to see you haven't changed" You said, eyes gazing into the fire. 

"and there's no point in trying to save face, I know you're still angry with me,"

"And for good fucking reason. You kissed me took the gold and pissed off to Braavos the first chance you got." he quietly seethed. when he put it like that it did sound like an awful thing to do.

With a sighed "Sandor, what am I?"

"I'm not playing guessing games (Y/n)"

"What am I? I'm a bastard, born to a whore and gods know who. No money, no parents, hell not even a name. From the moment I was born, I had to fight for myself because no one else would. I pissed off because after your father died and that brother of yours became the lord, you became the princes bitch in the red keep. There was nothing for me in Westeros, so I left,"

"And what of that kiss then ey? You left that out of your little rant" he said cockily.

You looked at him without a speck of fear in your eyes. His whole life he had never met anyone who looked at him like that and it rendered him speechless.

"That kiss was the only thing of worth I could've given you to remember my by. I knew full well that if I died you'd be the only one in Westeros to remember me ... we were friends once Clegane and you couldn't even tell me you were leaving so I did it first." You said taking a deep swig of ale from a pouch on your hip and then passing it to him.

"Was that the only reason?" He asked taking the pouch from you.

"No. but its the only one I'm brave enough to admit to right now" You joked earning a smile from the man.

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Based on this ask; https://howdoyouknowaboutgandalf.tumblr.com/post/662794548148420608/hi-em-how-are-you-love-over-here-with

Warnings; guns, parental abuse, violence, death, mention of hospitals.

Word count; 1055

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September 12th, 2015

“Please! I don’t hurt me!” Y/n cried. She was scared. She had so many many memories like this. Men in black suits and masked helmets dragging her from safety. She kicked and screamed, but the men were too strong, she was too weak. Her lungs burned, she felt she was running out of air. After an hour of struggle, it all went black.

Y/n woke up to the silence of a small room. White artificial lights blinded her. “Hello?” She asked. A blurry figure came towards her. “Miss Y/ln. You’re awake.” The man paused. He kneeled down. “My name is Tony. I need you to tell me everything you know about the Winter Soldier. Your family was connected to the program, correct?” Y/n shuddered. “Yes sir.” Tony noticed she was shaky. “You’re safe here.” He said softly. “Can you tell me a little about your past? Start as far as you can remember.”

Several hours passed. Y/n was exhausted. She had never had to share her past. But Tony was kind. For once in a long time, Y/n felt safe. “I’d like you to meet someone.” Tony led Y/n through long corridors. Y/n had never seen anything as advanced. They walked into a large room. It had pretty white couches and a large black tv. "Wanda?” Tony called out. A pretty women with dark brown hair and a heavy accent came around a corner. “Yes?” She locked eyes with Y/n. “Wanda, I’d like you to meet someone. She was found recently and has had some bad experiences, similar to yours. She needs a place to stay. Can you help her with clothes and other… lady things for the time being?” Wanda smiled. “Of course. You can come with me.” Tony watched as Y/n walked away with Wanda before moving on to another task.

“This is your bedroom. Don’t worry. You’re safe here. Hydra can’t reach this place.” Wanda spoke in a soft tone. “Thank you, I… how did you know?” Y/n glanced at Wanda. “Oh, my apologies, I’m a telepath.” Y/n began to worry. “You saw all of it?” Wanda looked shocked. “No, only who the victimizer was.” Y/n sighed. “Good night Wanda.”

…

March 2nd, 2016

“I’m going to look!” Y/n yelled in Bucky’s direction. “I’ll guard you!” He yelled back. Y/n was standing at a computer with a flash drive when she heard the most deafening crack. “Bucky!” She screamed. Her ears were ringing. She ran around the corner. “No!” Bucky was nearly unconscious , he had been obliterated. If his arm wasn’t already metal, he would have lost it. His entire left side had been hit with an array of bullets. Luckily, y/n found they had all missed his heart. The man who shot him was already dead. “I love you.” Bucky’s eyes closed. Y/n grabbed her headset. “I need medical! As soon as you can!”

Once they had arrived back at the compound they immediately took Bucky to the hospital. Steve walked to Y/n. “What did you do?” Steve had never looked so hostile. He had never liked Y/n, but now he was starting to scare her. “I.. told Buck I was going to look. I don’t know what happened.” Y/n shook. She was on the brink of tears. “Give me the flash drive.” Steve growled. “There’s nothing on it.” Y/n lied. “Give it to me now.” Y/n refused. Steve ripped it out of her tactical pocket. “Wait!” Y/n yelled, “You don’t need it. I know everything.” Steve glanced at her. “It was me,”Y/n started, “I was his nurse. He doesn’t remember, but I remember all of it. I didn’t want to tell you.” Steve calmed a little. “That’s impossible, what are you 25?” Y/n looked at the floor. “I’m 79. I was put in cryo too.” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. “It was you. You escaped. Why did you leave him? You did nothing. You knew everything that happened.” Y/n looked confused. “I couldn’t have.” Steve huffed. “Yes you could. You could have said something. If it weren’t for your selfishness we would have found him sooner.” Wanda walked in. “Steve! Enough! It wasn’t her fault. She was just a girl.” Y/n was crying now. She always had that guilt. She just hadn’t been confronted about it. “Can I see him? Please?” Steve glanced at her, “Absolutely not.” he said. Wanda stepped over. “She can. Move or I’ll make you.” Steve shut up after that. “Come on.” Wanda said softly. Y/n glanced through a window into his hospital room. She gasped at the sight of him. She watched as the doctors preformed surgery. His heartbeat was slowing. She was already crying, but Y/n started to weep. Her vision went blurry, she started to fall. Wanda picked her up. “Tony!” She yelled.

…

“She’s waking up.” The doctor spoke to Tony, Wanda, Steve, Sam, and Natasha. Y/n eyes opened. “Is Bucky ok?” Tony nodded. “He woke up a few hours ago.” Y/n spoke up. “Hours? How long was I out?” Wanda answered. “2 days.” Y/n’s eyes widened. “Can I see him?” She asked. “We’ll bring you to him in a wheelchair.” Tony went to the corner to grab it. Steve lifted her up and placed her in it. “I’m sorry for earlier. I really didn’t know what all you’ve been through. Can you forgive me.” Y/n let out a soft, “yes”. He wheeled her through the hall to Bucky’s hospital room. Steve pushed her through the door just before leaving. “Y/n.” Bucky said, “You’re ok.” Y/n stood up. She asked first, then softly bent down to hug him. “I need to tell you something.” She whispered. “It was me. I was your nurse. I didn’t want to say anything because I thought you’d hate me. I couldn’t handle it because I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time. They wanted me to fear you. But I never could. You were to broken. I’m so sorry I left you there.” Y/n was crying again, and so was Bucky. “It’s all coming back. It was you. You were the only semblance of kindness I had. Thank you. I could never blame you. You just found a chance and you took it. I’m here now, please don’t feel guilty.” They both smiled. Bucky spoke again. “I love you too.” Y/n looked at him. “May I kiss you?”

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Disclaimer: Bucky DID NOT fall in love with reader when she was 14. Reader is supposed to be in her 20’s in this fic. (Out of cryo age) So really the age gap would be less than ten years. Don’t come at me. This IS NOT depicting pedophilia.

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[themessengercrow]

im feeling angsty...think you could do 10 angsty section for reader with bakugou?

(Yup and I hope you dont mind I changed the qoute just a lil) tw Angst

It was probably your third date with the number two pro hero Dynamight. Katsuki had to admit….it took alot to find you. Someone who didn’t care about his status as a hero-probably because you were one yourself. You hadn’t been raised at UA, you were a much smaller time hero and yet Katsuki didn’t mind that. For a man who always boasted for himself, to do his best, have the best, be the best, it came as a surprise to you that Katsuki was the first to ask you out and to ask for more than just some hookup. The way that he asked made him seem like a school boy all over again, eyes turned to the floor with a little bit of a blush tinting his cheeks. There was no doubt he found you attractive but there was something different about you-you’d challenge him on equal ground and continue to prove your own worth but even then-if Katsuki were to admit it he would say the reason why his eyes stayed glued to yours was because when he saw your eyes, all he saw was understanding. He didn’t find the same cruelty in your eyes like his mother did whenever she’d berate him or the disgusted look in peoples eyes whenever he was deemed too violent or angry to others. You almost seemed to understand him and yet calm him at the same time. Even if he wanted to admit it he really didn’t have the words. So, little restaurant dates until Katsuki can grow the nerve to ask you to be his partner more than just a date would have to do.

He wanted to do that tonight actually. He really did. You decided to wear the color scheme from his hero outfit-he knew you picked because of him, and the outfit did make his mouth water. But there was a sort of pride that swelled in his chest when he saw you proudly wearing his colors. Proudly showing off that you're his. Maybe not exactly his yet but-he wanted to change that.

“Bakugou if you keep being all flirty before we go into the restaurant reporters might see us you know that right?” You gently nudged his arm away from your waist with a huff. “Especially since we’re not officially together yet I doubt you’d want rumors going around.” Part of you still believed he just wanted to be a little nicer than ‘friends with benefits’. While you did have your own confidence as well as insecurities in the relationship-you knew that the field you both worked in would make a real relationship hard. You wanted to play into the nice role of a relationship but deep down part of you felt that it wouldn’t last. You knew it wouldn’t last. Why not enjoy it while it does though.

Neither of you expected a villain attack during your dinner. So of course-you go out there to fight unknowing and unprepared for the fight. It was only you and Katsuki-the attack started in the restaurant and thankfully you were able to get all of the civilians to safety while Katsuki distracted the villain. You still had a civilian with you, the poor person was hit by the villains’ quirk. Neither you nor Katsuki knew what the villains’ quirk was and the exit had been blocked. You guarded the citizen while Katsuki threw explosions left and right, hoping to tire out the villain.

You gently shook the person, hoping they would wake up soon. Their eyes shot open and they quickly sat up, looking to you “Pro hero (h/n) whats-” You watched as the person paused in the middle of what the were saying to stare at you, A misty look covered their eyes before it vanished; making it easy to assume it was most likely the quirk taking effect. You frowned and put a hand on the persons shoulder “There’s currently a villain attack going on-you were hit by the villains quirk. Can you tell me how you’re feeling so I can assist you properly?” The person blinked as they stared at you before frowning. “I’m sorry but-” You heard a crash from the other building, seeing Bakugou had been launched into a nearby wall, looking halfway to unconsciousness. “Dynamight!” you turned to the person “Go find a place to hide, i’m going to protect you.” You got up, blocking the person as the villain slowly walked over to you “Oh poor little hero-I just beat the number two pro hero and yet you still think you want to go up against me? Pathetic.” Quickly looking over him you noticed multiple gadgets on his person-this guy was smart enough to not just rely on his quirk. Which means he probably has a pretty weak quirk. You cracked your knuckles and shook your head “I don’t have to beat you I just need to stall you.” You used some of the debris on the ground for an easier launch attack at the villain, metal poured out of your pockets, manipulated by your work and turned into a staff, swinging it down on the villains torso. The villain had gone to do a roundhouse kick on you at the same time, the both of you launching each other to opposite sides of the room. You immediately got up and rushed back at the villain, continuing to fight while Katsuki was able to slowly get up and start charging an attack.

“(y/n) MOVE!” You turned to the right to see Katsuki charging up a huge blast. Your eyes went wide and you were quick to try to move out of range but the villain was quicker, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. Katsuki immediately stopped the attack, keeping his hand aimed at you two he growled “Let em go...this is between you and me.” “No no-I think this is between you two.” He chuckled, a ball of light purple powdery dust manifested in his left hand, his right arm was wrapped around your neck, keeping you in a chokehold “little birds have been talking about you underground number two.” He smirked “This little ones your toy right? Lemme fix em for you, I banged them up in this little scuffle we had.” “Don’t you dare!” Katsuki shouted with a growl, making the man laugh.

“You know i’ve made people forget acquaintances and friends easily but lovebirds-depending how intense and deep your relationship was-It could take all night to forget you.” Katsukis brows furrow “(H/n) wouldn’t forget me. I wouldn’t let that happen.” “Really? My quirk sure does make it easier-” While he was distracted with talking to Bakugou, You had used your leftover metal to create a dagger, going to shove it into the arm around your neck. The man grabbed your wrist with his free hand, the purple dust absorbed into your wrist. “Let's put it to the test then shall we? If it takes i’d say...we’ve been fighting for quite a while. What time is it?” You had started to struggle at this point, making the man tighten his grip on your wrist. “Are you trying to play games with me? What did you do?!” Katsuki growled and the man shook his head “The time Dynamight, I didn’t ask for more questions just the time.” Katsuki snarled and glanced at the clock on the wall “...2:00am. Now stop playing games and just tell me-” “2am? My, we have been fighting for quite a while. I’m sure your backup is too scared to come in? No matter. If your little toy here forgets you when the sun rises, you could probably safely say, you two definitely have a strong bond. If you’re forgotten within the hour though…” He looked down at you still attempting to struggle even with your airway now cut off. He hit you hard on the back of the head, hoping to knock you unconscious. You groaned and limped forward, stars filtering your vision and yet you stayed awake. The man shoved you off of him and towards bakugou, immediately stepping back and pulling out a large metal ball from his pocket “You bastard!” Katsuki screamed as he caught you, trying to make sure you were safe while he launched an attack on the man. It was too hard to comprehend anything, all of the lights were just too bright, all of the sounds were too noisey-everything was just too much. You could hear Katsuki shouting so you grabbed his shirt, tugging it and mumbling a “did you get him?” He looked down at you, the smoke clearing revealed the villain had gotten away and you did not look to be in good condition. “Hey...hey look up at me.” He shook you a little and you groaned, lowering your head further at the ache pounding against your skull. He frowned and gently rubbed your back “Hey look up at me, I gotta make sure your ok.” He spoke softly now. “Can’t you just say what you want to say with my head like this? I feel like im going to forget after I knock out from this headache...this hurts..” “hey no you’re not forgettin shit got it? It’s that assholes quirk-we can always go to recovery girl to fix things-you gotta look up at me so I can make sure you don’t have a concussion.” He gently started to pet your head, noticing how much you relaxed to the touch. You slowly nodded and looked up at him, as soon as you made eye contact with him he nodded a sort of mist float in your eyes, almost like tv static before they went to normal again...almost normal.

“Who are you?”

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