#lwk

[eilissxx]

homophobia so bad you ruined the number one netflix show

[snailandbee]

hii, could you do write about Jason having a really bad nightmare and then the reader comforts him, something like that? I’m lowk bad at descriptions mb😭

YES TOTALLY WE ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH BABY

Recovering From Rock Bottom ☆

Summary: Jason Todd has a nightmare. Reader is here to comfort him.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, blood, panic, nausea, SA, torture, and hyperventilation.

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It was loud. So loud. His mother was on her knees, pleading with him. “Why couldn’t you save me, Jason? You failed me. Do you hear me? You left me, Jay,” she wails, gripping onto his leg. Her eyes were bleeding. Jason stumbled back as she started to scream. He fell as he scrambled, and kept falling. He fell through the floor. Through the Earth.

Eventually, he ended up in a cold, dark room. His hands were tied above him, the sound of laughter replacing his mother’s sobs as he hung. He knew who it was immediately. Joker. He strolled out of the shadows, right over to the table of torture instruments. Blades. Pills. That stupid fucking crowbar. Each was used thoroughly on Jason, the clown taking his sweet old time. It felt like it lasted forever.

He could feel the hands. The cuts. The blows to his chest and knees and arms. Using the rest of his energy, he glanced up at Joker. But it wasn’t him. It was his father. His father fed him the pills. His father injected the painful mystery serum into his arm. His father laughed as Jason thrashed. Laughed as he forced Jason to watch his siblings being tortured as well. Dick was dead, eyes plucked from his skull. There was a pole through Tim’s torso. Damian had screamed for help, missing his legs. It felt like years of suffering, both physically and emotionally. They all beg him to make it stop. They all blame him. Then there was you.

You were chained to a chair. Joker was…using you. You couldn’t do anything. You were conscious, but…paralyzed. “Jason,” you called, a thin trail of blood falling from your lips. Joker had been cutting off fingers as well. He couldn’t do anything. He had to watch as you were tortured. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t do anything.

This is your fault, Jason. You caused this. You can’t protect them. Look at what you do to people.

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the bed shaking. Turning over, still in your loopy, sleepy state, you realized your boyfriend was the one causing the trembling in the bed. You sat up, heart pounding. Jason was hyperventilating and whimpering, curled into himself. Both his skin and his hair was sweaty.

Sobering up, you started whispering soothingly. “Jason, love. You’re alright. Jason, you’re home,” you whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. Bad decision. He screamed, flinching hard and jerking up. His eyes snapped open, immediately filling with tears. You had never seen him like this.

“Jason,” you try again. “Baby, please. Look at me. You’re safe,” you murmur, trying to get his attention. He didn’t even notice. He scrambled up and to the bathroom, the sound of vomiting filling the apartment like a sick orchestra. You get up, padding to the bathroom and hesitating at the door. Was this overstepping? After a moment of fighting an internal war, you enter the bathroom.

Jason was pale, slumped over the toilet. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t…I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to see me like this,” he rasped, flinching as you crouched down next to him.

“No, Jason. Don’t apologize. Look at me,” you murmured, finally getting his gaze to find yours. “You’re safe. Whatever happened, it wasn’t real. You’re at home. With me. And the fat fucking cat,” you reassure, trying to add humor.

Jason broke into a shaky smile, thinking of Storm, the fat gray cat that the two of you had adopted. Flushing the toilet, he straightened up. The smirk faltered. “It…I couldn’t protect them,” he whispered, eyes glassy. “I could feel his hands on me.”

You cup his cheek, kissing him gently. “You’re safe,” you whispered, over and over again, pressing kisses to his face. Jason broke down in your arms, deciding to finally let his emotions out.

The two of you stayed like that for another ten minutes before you could coax him back into bed. He spent the rest of the night in your arms, cuddled so close that he could probably fuse into your skin if you tried hard enough.

YAYAYYA MY FIRST REQUEST AND IF YOU WANT ME TO REDO IT OR ADD ONTO IT IN THE COMMENTS JUST LMK I LOVE YOU!!!

[imaginary-ricebowl]

Achilles

[c0smicdream]

Anatomy study 🫣

[narrative-bunny1864]

Searching for dokjoong fics is so hard because everywhere it's joongdok joongdok joongdok. and then if you try to type top kdj or bottom yjh to clarify you'll only get smut.

Genuinely I've been trying out with different tags on ao3, searching quickly on tiktok, and there's nothing of consistency.

[gottabiter]

Aftermath of Avatar!Reader who looks like Aha'ri dying

+ how So'lek & the Sarentu clan may react

scenario by @writingfool001

based on this post about avatar!reader who looks like Aha'ri and acts similarly to her that the Sarentu clan ends up using them as a placeholder so'lek yearning but lol he tries to bury it. lwk depressing, angst again. true yearners know it only starts after it ends. use of typology, MBTI + Enneagram use of Y/N like once, still figuring out if i should use Y/N or ___ lmao

reader in this one is the type to be self-sacrificing for the sake of others, as seen with how they're more than willing to put up with all the using them as a placeholder for a loved one, they'd likely die trying to protect others, would hurt more if it's the Sarentu clan

maybe they even get killed in the RDA raid where Nor locked all the members inside just to get Alma killed, but again in the effort to save others, you'll be telling people to hide, and then you'd go distract the RDA agents, that's how you'd die

So'lek is an ISTP 6w7, and i base my characterization of him off that, ofc not completely, but enough + what i've seen of him from the game

he'd likely just be distancing himself in the beginning from the Sarentu clan, but due to his duties in the Resistance, he'd be in close proximity to them regardless of his current preference

there will be this build-up of resentment, anger he can't avoid because they still consider and treat him as a close friend even if he himself needs space from them to process his thoughts and next moves

he's already quiet on his own, he'd be way quieter in this case, not really engaging as much unless his input and/or help is truly needed or they directly ask him for help

them constantly referring to the reader as Aha'ri even after death, i think he can ignore it, like of course every time they do there's this strange twisting feeling in his chest that grows, bitterness? spite? something like that. it grows and grows after every conscious choice of theirs at discarding your name.

he can handle it just for a little bit at least because again, he knows they're coping (lol, coping)

but at some point he'll get fed up, he has a sense of impulsivity to him despite his efforts of restraint after all

I imagine him finding it deeply disrespectful for them to continuously call you Aha'ri as though you never had a name.

Before, when you were still alive, he could at least excuse it, understand, do his part in reminding them that you are you, not Aha'ri. Maybe not directly confront them but he would actively use your name in their presence, he doesn't want to encourage this type of behavior after all.

he notices the way your shoulders would relax even just a little bit, every time he did it, a brief glance, quick eye-contact shared between the two of you that at first he couldn't decipher, looking back he realizes it was your way of thanking him.

it was almost like you were afraid to ask for help. afraid to acknowledge that you want help.

but you do.

the first thing he noticed about you when he first met you was your eyes. Always glazed over with something. a sadness that never quite disappeared even when you were laughing heartily with company.

he found himself searching for you since then. trying to find moments where your laughter actually reached your eyes.

when he couldn't, it went from trying to see when you're free of it, to wanting to see what it would be like if eyes would look like if that sadness wasn't there. to wanting to be the one to help erase it.

but you're gone now. he can hope, pray and yearn all he wants, but the dead stays dead. you can dig up what's been buried, but like anything that was once living, after a while it decomposes. all that'd be left are bones. bones and tiny crawling creatures feeding on the carcass left behind. maybe they'd know the taste of your sorrow that's so deeply engraved into your very being.

he expected the Sarentu clan to finally drop it. use your name. grieve you properly. Imagine his disbelief when they consistently still call you Aha'ri, grieving her as if Aha'ri was the one who died all over again, and not you. and maybe that is true, to them she did die all over again.

but to so'lek, it'd further agitate him. again, anger building-up. he can't help himself then and finds himself confronting them, spur of the moment kind of thing but still controlling his anger.

and when they explain themselves, maybe justify their actions about how much they're hurting. how they're the ones who lost someone. that could be where So'lek erupts;

"Lost someone?" he echoes. finding this all so... ridiculous. "And tell me, who was the one who lost their life?"

something along those lines.

I can't imagine him throwing a punch at anyone in the Sarentu clan (minus Nor lmao). He cares about them a lot obviously. But I don't think he'd get angry at them to the point of violence. But he'd be very close. Like, about to lunge, but he has a sliver of self-control left and stops himself.

I really don't see him hurting Teylan either, who in this case would be the main person who keeps wanting the reader to act like Aha'ri. At least that's what I think.

Mostly because I headcanon him being close to Aha'ri before her death, like he'd show her movies, things he finds interesting, and Aha'ri just listens thoughtfully. I do think Aha'ri wouldn't be interested at all and just go along with it because it's Teylan.

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[zoupiee]

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