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too-much-tma-stuff · 2 months

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Finally Getting Help (prt 5)

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It took a little convincing to get Jazz to come back with them, but she didn’t want to stay with Constantine because he ‘smelled like cigarettes and generational trauma’ and she couldn’t stay alone. So in the end she agreed to come back to Wayne manor with the promise that Tim would help walk her through the process of getting emancipated since he’d already done it before. Dick informed Agent A they’d be having another new person for dinner and asked Jazz if she had any allergies, which was also a no. Apparently the Fentons tended to be a very hearty family.

They took the jet back, dropping Jazz off at the manor before parking in the batcave and changing into civics as quickly as they could so they could go greet her. Before they could Alfred sent a video on the family group chat. The video started with Danny pacing in the foye, then the door opened and Jazz hesitantly let herself in only to be greeted by a battering ram of Brother hurtling towards her.

She managed to get her arms up in time to catch Danny with an Oof before they just clung to each other. Awww, why weren’t any of Dick’s siblings like that with him?! Something to bully them about later.

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“What happened?” Danny whispered against Jazz’s chest.

“The Justice League finally stepped up and dealt with it. Locked the portal, took away mom and dad and Vlad, I don’t know what will happen with any of them but it’s not our fault whatever it is. It’s not our responsibility or our problem, I’m going to focus on university and you’re going to focus on keeping yourself and the babies healthy and safe.” She said softly, feeling Danny wince.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the babies, I just didn’t know how too,” Danny said, and Jazz could feel how he tensed, expecting her to be angry with him.

“It’s okay little brother, I understand. That was a lot to process, I’m sure you would have told me soon,” She murmured and he nodded. “Danny, did he… did he rape you?” Jasmine forced herself to ask softly. She didn’t think so, but she just needed to know.

“No, he stole my DNA and tried to clone me. But it didn’t work and Danielle and the other clones were melting. I don’t know how many he tried but I can’t imagine he started in batches of ten. I could only save two, Daniella and one of the boys. It was awful. I don’t know how long they’ll need to stay inside me to fully develop but they can take all the time they need. I can feel them inside me, I can feel their love. I love them too, they’re my babies Jazz, I know I’m young but…”

“You’re going to be a great parent Danny,” Jazz promised softly, giving him a gentle squeeze. “And I’m going to be the best aunt and babysitter you could ask for.”

She didn’t realize he was crying until his laugh came out audibly wet. “I’m sure you will. Thank you Jazz.”

“No problem Danny. What about the Wayne’s, you trust them? You think you’ll be okay here? I’ll going to Gotham U so I’ll be close. I’d like to work at Arkham anyway.”

“Ya, they seem good, I’ll be fine here Jazz. Don’t worry.”

“I’ll always worry about you little brother,” Jazz said softly and Danny laughed again, trying to wipe his face as subtly as he could before he pulled back and finally let go.

Alfred cleared his throat delicately to remind them he was still there, though Jazz was glad he hadn’t interrupted their moment. “Dinner is ready when you are Master Danny, Miss Jazz,” he said with a nod and disappeared back down the hall towards the dining room.

“Well I’m starving, I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast!” Jazz said as she started to steer them both after Alfred.

“I’m pretty much always hungry,” Danny admitted with a chuckle. “The little ones take a lot of energy and I need to replace it somehow I goes,” He said touching his stomach in a way she now realized he’d been doing a lot. How had she missed that?

“Well you eat as much as you need to, and any cravings too. They probably have nutrients you and the baby need. You should see a doctor too. I know you probably went to see Frostbite already but you’re still half human and if they’re cloned from you so are the babies. Ask Bruce about a doctor that you can trust.”

“I will, I promise. You’re right, I really do want the babies to be okay and with what you said about the Justice League doing their job I have a feeling my existence won’t be illegal for much longer.” Walking into the dining room just in time for the family to overhear the last of that conversation.

“Definitely not,” Bruce said firmly. “I know for a fact Martian Manhunter is absolutely furious hearing they did something like this to another sentient species just because they weren’t human.”

“You know Martian Manhunter!?” Danny said with literal stars in his eyes.

“Oh here we go,” Jazz said with fond exasperation.

“Yes?” Bruce said, he hadn��t meant it like a question but he was just surprised, and a little worried, there was no way Danny would be prejudiced right?

“Oh my god can I meet him?! He’s been my favourite hero for ever! He’s from SPACE! I love space! I want to know everything he knows about space, and about Mars! I’ve never been to space! Well I’ve flown to the moon a couple of times but I couldn’t go further and be back in time for school.”

He had started floating off the ground as he enthused about space, with fond exasperation Jazz grabbed the back of Danny’s shirt and tugged him back down into a seat at the dining room table. It was like Peter Pan with the joy lifting him up, and his excitement was both adorable and infectious. It was so good to see him happy.

While he was talking food had been being passed around, and Damian, who was sitting on Danny’s other side from Jazz, had been heaping his plate while the older boy was distracted. It was sweet to see him being… caring to another person, he was even putting some meat on Danny’s plate with an odd stubborn set to his jaw. He almost looked aggressive but that was really just his determined face. Damian had accepted Danny in record time, which was a little surprising but it also made sense, they all knew Damian really loved caring for people, and children, and with Danny carrying babies no doubt Damian was already staking his claim on the role of favoured uncle.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Bruce promised with a little smile. He was sure J’onn would be happy to meet Danny so it wouldn’t actually be hard.

“Thank you!” Danny cheered, only Jazz’s grip on his shirt keeping him from leaping back into the air.

“Eat,” Damian reminded, shoving a fork into Danny’s open hand. “Pennyworth says you were too worried to eat much at lunch and you need the nutrients!”

“Aww thank you ghostling,” Danny cooed, roughling Damian’s hair who scowled and ducked away, but didn’t lash out At All! Huh apparently pregnancy was a shield against Damian’s aggression.

Danny did start to eat though, and to keep him on track the family started talking with each other. It seemed to make him more comfortable, if things were quiet he felt the need to fill the space instead of filling his mouth. It was honestly sort of nice, even Damian shared a bit more than he usually would have about school, and about his art, then started telling Danny in particular about his animals. Danny hadn’t met them yet after all and he needed to know everything! Which ones were friendly, how to appropriately handle any of them, what treats they could have.

The way Danny lit up and started questioning Damian about his animals was honestly a little startling, but it couldn’t be more clear that he was genuinely enthusiastic and Damian was preening. Rarely did he get such an attentive listening ear when talking about his pets, especially since everyone who had been in the family for a while had heard similar rants so many times they’d started to tune them out.

It was a testament to Damian’s self control that he insisted Danny finish his dinner before dragging him away from the table to go show him all the various animals he had collected over the years. Danny laughed as Damian tugged on him and waved back at the family, joking about being kidnapped again (which, worrying) but he didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s good to see someone with such a healthy and well supported obsession,” Jazz said with a little smile, watching after her little brother and Damian rush off. “Oh!” She said, snapping her fingers, “I should explain all that for you! If you’re going to take care of Danny you’ll need a crash course in Ghosts and Liminality. I uhh, I have a powerpoint?” She said, looking embarrassed and hopeful as she pulled a USB out of her pocket.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Miss. I’ll set up the projector in the family room,” Alfred said as he whisked the last of the dishes away.

“Oh! Thank you Alfred. Can I help at all?” Jasmine asked, already getting up from the table so she could follow.

“Nonsense, you’re a guest and you had a very long day already. I’ll set it up, and then fix a room for you next Master Danny’s for tonight,” Alfred said briskly, shooing her back into the dining room room with the family.

She looked like she was about to argue but she thought better of it. “Alfred is really the one in charge around here and we all know it,” Dick commented to her with a little smile. “No use arguing with him, and he usually knows best anyway.”

“Well, alright if you say so,” Jazz said with a little smile and tension slowly eased from her shoulders. When was the last time she got to relax? Having to worry about her brother and no one really taking care of the, how long had she been googling “how to stitch up a wound’, ‘how to help a 14 year old with ADHD study’, and various other things to try and care for a boy only two years younger than her.

“So I know you mentioned to Nightwing that you wanted to go to Gotham U? I don’t know how your grades are,” (a lie, they knew she was a genius and her grades were excellent), “But the Wayne family sponsors many scholarships and if you don’t qualify for any of those we would be happy to just pay for your schooling. What would you like to study?” Bruce asked

“I want to study psychology!” Jazz said, lighting up instantly. “That’s what I’ve wanted to study since I was seven. I want to be a psychologist, and I’d like to intern at Arkham. I know it’s a dangerous place, but I’m tougher than I look and I have Danny on speed dial so I’ll be fine.”

Well at least she had thought about the danger, and tougher then she looked meant something because she already looked plenty touch. “Well, I know Arkham can always use good doctors,” Bruce chuckled. “Just try not to become the next Harley Quinn,” He said it like a joke but he did mean it, the last thing Gotham needed was another evil genius.

“Don’t worry, she lacked grounding connections due to her upbringing. I’ll have Danny, and his babies, and I’ll make friends outside of the hospital. As long as nothing happens to Danny I’m sure I’ll be fine, just like as long as nothing happens to me, or the other people he loves, Danny will be fine.”

It sounded like a warning, and it probably was, but they already knew that. Zatana had warned them that Danny could be dangerous. He would need grounding connections, but everyone did, and the Waynes already knew they were going to be family. On their own any of the Bat clan knew they could go off the deep end, a lot of them had even seen the futures with evil versions of themselves but with the other to care for and about, it kept them on the right track… at least mostly.

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crypticbunnygirl · 1 year

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Teasing the shape

Michael Myers x female!brat!reader

Prompts: “You’re gonna regret that” “I’m screwed” “I’m not done with you, you brought this upon yourself”

This is my first time writing smut, I am open to constructive criticism! just please be nice! :)

Warnings: rough sex, light bondage, light dom and sub, bites, bruising, darcyphilla (michael loves to see you cry from overstim), slight breeding kink if you squint real hard, overstimulation, size kink, degradation, dumbifaction (like a few words), micheal gets soft with aftercare, Michael does talk a little but only a few lines

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Somehow, some way, you had convinced Micheal to let you ride him. He never liked being underneath you, unless he initiated it. But now, you were straddling him, his mask on the floor. His rough hands on your hips. “C’mon mikey, lemme tie your hands...it’ll be great.” You state. He gives you a sharp glare. “Come on! Please!! I’ll make you and buy you lots of sweet things!” You say, trying to get him to cave in on letting you tie his hands to the bedpost. “Fine, don’t make me regret it.” He mutters, his voice raw and deep. Your heart flutters at his voice. You grab the red rope, and make a knot. A few moments later you sit back, biting your lip at how Micheal looks. You feel his eyes practically burning your skin. “I’m going!” You voice, you knew what that look meant, he’s getting impatient. Micheal had helped you with getting ready to take him. You let out a sigh; no matter how many times you and Michael have had sex, it still takes you a while to get used to him, with you riding him, you can take your time. It helped that he was already erect, you let out a shaky breath and slowly sank onto his cock. You look into his eyes, you know you need to hurry up. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand. You let out another deep breath as you continued to slowly go down on his cock, you could see he was growing impatient when he slammed his hips up, his cock filling you up. You gasped at the sudden fullness. You start to move slowly, bringing your hips back up and down, your hands supporting you. You moved slowly to be a tease. How could you not pass this opportunity to tease him?? You weren’t going to pass this up. So, you start moving, slowly knowing damn well Micheal will make you regret this, but you don’t care. Your right hand goes down to your clit and starts slowly rubbing in a circular motion. “Michael~” You utter. You know he’s about to snap, the way he’s tugging at the rope. Did you purposefully tie them poorly? Maybe. You continue this slow agonizing pace, for him anyway, you were enjoying this. You continue your motions, feeling pressure build in your abdomen. Micheal was glaring at you. He hated this. He wants you to have your hands tied, with him pounding into you like an animal, and you knew this. This was torture for him, watching you please yourself, with your small hands? Please he could do so much better. He knew what you liked, hell loved in bed. How to get you to cry for him. You close your eyes, basking in the pleasure, the slow sensual pleasure. Suddenly you hear a snap, you open your eyes, the bed post is broken, Micheal has gotten out of the rope. Fuck. You're screwed. You feel his hands on your hips and he slams you down onto his dick. He switches so he’s on top, you're beneath him, where you should be. He grabs your wrists, takes the rope that he broke out of and ties your hands together. “You're going to regret teasing me.” He whispers in your ear. You shudder with excitement. This is exactly what you wanted, and Micheal knew this. He starts thrusting into you, his hands holding your hips in place to make sure you can’t move away as he slams into you. One of his hands goes to your clit, going in rough circular motions. “Michael! Don’t stop!” You mutter, like he planned to. He continues his rough pace until you're squeezing him. “I’m c-cumming!” You stutter, coating his cock in your juices. He continues to fuck you, not slowing. He drops his head to the crook of your neck, he starts biting and sucking, making you whimper. God how he loved those sounds. He leaves hickies and bite marks galore, he moves to your chest, sucking on your nipples, knowing it was a more sensitive part of your body. You whine, feeling that pressure build up. “Mikey, I-I’m g-gonna cum a-again.” You whimper. He nods, you know this is what you get for teasing. He doesn't slow down, only continues the onslaught on your body. You feel the pressure build, build and then, he gets deep enough, hitting the right spot, sending you over the edge.

“M-Michael!” You whimper, clenching around him, making him groan. Soon his thrusts get sloppy and he dips into your ear, your name falling from his lips, as he cums. You're panting and you see a sly smirk on his face. Before you get a word out he resumes his harsh thrusts. Michael leans down and whispers, “This is what you get, you're going to cum until I’m satisfied.” This is the most vocal he's ever been, you whine as he continues to slam into you. He smirks as you whimper and whine.

“Whine for me, slut.” He mutters in your ear, his voice making you clench. He starts a rough pace on your clit making you gasp. You can't find the words to let him know your cumming again.

“Mi-Micha-” You can’t even form a sentence, he chuckles.

“Look at you, my baby is all dumb hm? Did I fuck you dumb?” He asks. All you can do is nod and whimper, his voice making you wetter.

“Of course I did.” He whispers, his arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer to him. You smirk dumbly as he lifts you up by your waists and thrusts into you, hitting that bundle of nerves making you squeal. He continues to hit it. Positioning himself to always hit that bundle of nerves, over and over. You can feel that same feeling building in your gut. Before you could get any words out your coating his cock and he adores watching you come undone underneath him. The way you whimper and your squirming. God, he loved it. He kept thrusting and soon became sloppy, you knew he was getting close. With three thrusts he comes in you, his grip on your hips tightening and holding you in place. Once he finished he pulled out and looked down at you. To him you look like a piece of art, covered in hickies, bite marks, bruises, and his cum leaking out of you. You watch him walk away. You're too exhausted to ask, your brain fuzzy. A few minutes later he comes back with a rag and starts carefully cleaning you. It felt nice, the warm water on your sensitive skin, it was relaxing. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he holds you, a little awkwardly. He wasn’t used to giving affection. But you were very content with his aftercare. He’s a work in progress. Soon you feel sleep take you, falling asleep in Michaels arms.

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7ndipity · 9 days

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Their S/o has ME

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would react/handle their S/o having ME(aka chronic fatigue syndrome)

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @a-gayish-unicorn for requesting this! This is based solely on my own knowledge, experience, and research, so I’m sorry if it doesn’t fit with everyone's experiences.

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Jin: As I’ve said before, he’s really great at taking your mind off your frustrations during bad flare-ups or crashes, claiming that it just gives y’all an excuse to have a movie or gaming date at home, which are honestly his favorite. He always makes sure you know he’s not dismissing your condition in the slightest tho, and that he doesn’t mind helping out extra during relapses when it’s harder for you to do things on your own.

Yoongi: He would try to find a balance with helping you out with things where he can, while not making it seem like he’s trying to coddle or baby you. He just hates seeing you struggle and wants to do what he can to make you feel better. Doesn’t mind having to repeat things sometimes or sending you reminders when you’re having trouble with memory and concentration. A+ nap buddy, would highly recommend.

Hobi: He’s such a sweetheart, he can’t help but worry about you sometimes, wanting to make sure you’re okay. Tries to make sure you pace yourself and take plenty of breaks so that you don’t overextend or exhaust yourself when you’re doing things on your better days, as he knows is your instinct sometimes, in order to try and compensate for your worse days. Anything he can do to help you, just say the word and he is on it.

Namjoon: Super patient and content to do things at your pace, understanding when you need time to rest or recover from little things. I feel like you make him a lot more aware of the effort that actually goes into even the simplest things, appreciating and celebrating your good days when you can do things more easily. Will unjokingly offer to carry you literally everywhere to help save your energy.

Jimin: He’s always super gentle with you on bad days, trying to help you with your daily tasks without making a big deal about it, bc cooking dinner together is more fun anyway, even if it’s just instant ramen. I could see him suggesting y’all try something like yoga or massage therapy together, since it’s supposed to help with some pain and stiffness without exhausting you like regular exercises. Your comfort is always his top priority.

Taehyung: He’s a great shoulder to cry on when you’re feeling really burned-out or depressed, listening to your feelings without judgment or trying to fix the situation for you. Loves leaving cute little notes for you to help you remember things. Makes days when you’re crashing or hurting a lot more enjoyable, setting up camp on your couch or bed and binging movies or dramas with you.

Jungkook: He worries about you a lot, but tries not to let on or baby you. Tries to help in subtle ways, like letting you lean on him when you start feeling tired, offering massages when you’re sore, making you tea, etc. He even invested in blackout curtains to help on days when your headaches or light sensitivity is really bad. He just wants to show you that you can rely on him for whatever you need.

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loganbcrnes · 1 year

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Hello! I have an idea for a Logan x F reader story. I’ve always thought it’d be funny if Logan got so worked up while doing the deed and he breaks the bed frame and both him and the reader laugh it off in good fun.

So sorry it took so long to write this! Enjoy!

Pairing: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x fem!reader

Requested: yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, little bit of praise, daddy kink, hard sex, jealousy, bed gets broken, possessiveness (not toxic), body type & ethnicity isn't mentioned.

Word count: 1,662

“I was NOT flirting with him! How many times do I need to tell you that?” you scolded. “Don’t act stupid, I saw you laughing with him.” Logan grumbled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

“So what?, I work with him Lo, he just said something funny. I can’t believe you’re assuming such…thoughts, and I’m not stupid!” You look up at him. By now, you were getting annoyed. Daniel was…nice, but he was also a creep that didn’t understand you were not interested, not that were you available anyways.

“I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you. He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat” Logan had a fixed glare on his face as he kept driving. You sighed and reached your hand onto his thigh, feeling the tight muscles clench. “You know I love you, you’ve got nothing to be jealous about, maybe you shouldn't have been so busy talking to your buddies” Leaning back towards the window. Logan sucked in a breathe, he turned to face you and let out a scowl whilst shaking his head.

“Wait until we get back home Princess, I’ll show you who you belong to.” Logan grumbled darkly. You let out a quiet gasp, he words he uttered sent shocks right to your core. you loved it when Logan got possessive.

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Logan walks into the bedroom carrying you with your legs wrapped around his waist. He places you onto the bed. "Strip down to your panties and lay down with your head over the edge," He commands, to which you immediately comply. He stands behind you while you look up at him, anticipating his next order. “What do ya’ want, Bub? Hmm? Want me to touch ya’? Fuck ya’ hard enough until your crying for me to stop? Is that what’chu want?” he caressed his thumb against your cheek. “Yes, please, daddy. I promise I’ll be good.” You begged, your breathe shaking. Logan hummed in consideration. “I really didn’t like that jerk talking to you..gonna show ya’ who ya’ belong to, bub.” His voice was so calm, it made your heart beat so fast. You watched as Logan walked to the bedside table to take out some lube, he place it beside you head. "Put your hand down your panties," Logan orders, his eyes scanning your body. "Rub that little pussy for me. Just like you were doing this morning." With a deep breath, you slip your hand past your underwear, before finding your throbbing clit and rubbing small, quick circles onto it. You watch Logan as he stripped out of his checked shirt. You bite your lip, relishing the view of his muscled body on display just for you, only you. It made your clit throb even harder to the point it nearly hurt. "That's my girl," He mumbles, your heart skipping a beat at the praise, before the delicious sound of his belt buckle opening fills your ears. "I'm giving you what you want, but you gotta give daddy what he wants too, bub." He takes out his hard thick cock and brings it to your lips. You suck on the mushroom head, twirling your tongue over the slit. You hear Logan groan. Not bothering with letting you slowly adjust and instead pushing it into your mouth. His balls touches your chin when his tip hits the back of your throat. He quickens the pace and begins fucking your face. Small whimpers escape around his cock as you continue playing with yourself. He leans down squeezing your tit and pinching your nipple between his fingers. "That's it, keep going," He says, letting out a groan. "Keep rubbing that pussy like the dirty whore you are. Get so wet just from sucking on daddy's cock, huh? Fucking choke on it, Princess, that's a good girl." Logan loves the sight of your drool spilling out your mouth and pouring up your cheeks, where it meets your tears. His precum mixes in with your saliva, coating your skin while you continue to gag on his big dick. You rub your clit faster, feeling your pleasure build up. "Make yourself cum," He orders gravely, fucking your throat harder. "Now." His gruff command pushes you to the edge and soon you're cumming all over your own fingers, whining onto his cock. You shudder a little, gasping when he pulls his cock out of your mouth. “Good girl.” He praises you. “Now, get on your back and spread your legs.” You do as he’s told not wanting to waste any more time. Logan squirts lube onto his cock, making wet noises as strokes himself, tightening his grip at the base as he watches you spread your legs, your throbbing cunt on display. Logan’s powerful body casts a shadow over you. He stands there in all of his glory, stroking his wet cock and just watching you. he seemed intimidating, like the deadly man you knew he was, who’s killed hundreds of people. He looked threatening in a way that made your arousal flood your senses.

Climbing over you so that his face was level with your stomach, he spoke low now, his voice tight and thick with lust, you felt his words deep inside, as the hunger pooled between your thighs. He followed up your stomach with hot trailing, kisses. ‘Mmm, how do you want it baby?’ He asked quietly, “…Want me to mark ya’ all up?” kiss You were groaning now, squirming beneath him and his stubble and sideburns tickled your skin. He reached your neck, nipping it then grinned salaciously into your hooded eyes. “Please, daddy.” You mewled. “Or you want me to fuck you rough and wild, baby? The animalistic fucking you love so much? The way that has you screaming my name? Or do I draw it out? Touch you nice and slow until you’re trembling under my hands? Begging for my cock? Even I don’t think I have the patience for that tonight.” Jesus, you moaned and gasped, bucking your hips to him, his cock rubbing against your clit, desperate for some sort of touch, grinding your body into his, silently begging him to take you. He was so good at this stupid teasing game, it wasn’t fair to play any more, you craved more than just his words, as dirty as they were. “Please…I swear to God, Logan” you growled, wanting nothing more than his thick cock inside of you.

Logan chuckled darkly, he leaned back to line up the tip of his cock at your gaping entrance. Roughly he thrusts into you not leaving you with any time to get used to his size. No matter how many times he fucks you, you’re always as tight as you were when he took your virginity. "Oh fuck yeah…daddy!" "The only reason I’m giving ya’ the satisfaction of my cock without any punishment" He hissed through gritted teeth, "…is because I can see your fuckin’ desperate for it princess, taking my cock so well, huh?" "It feels so good…ungh…fuck, exactly like that Lo, harder!" He was moving faster over you, working your body into a frenzy punctuating his words with heavy thrusts. he sucks on your nipples, sending shocks down to your core due to the sensitivity. His balls slap hard against you, you had totally lost control, practically screaming for him to go deeper, to take you body and soul, give you the orgasm you craved and end the madness that was this constant sleeplessness, hardly the serene picture of feminine dignity. The bed frame clashes against the wall with each brutal thrust. He takes a hold of the bed frame with one hand while his other grips your waist tight, leaving bruises. Without warning, the bed frame breaks, and Logan let's out a growl and throws the wood across the room, you gasp "Logan!-" You have no time to speak, because Logan sets up a fast pace once again. "Fuck, look at what you made me do, doll. God you feel amazing, made me break the fucking bed frame" He grunts when you squeeze around his cock. "Logan, god, I'm so close, please don't stop" You yelped, the broken bed frame long forgotten. Logan changes position. He grips your legs and presses them against your chest. Slapping sounds make up the room, your breathing gets heavier. You claw at his biceps, seeing the hair dampen on his chest from the sweat. The thrusting is so brutal and nearly painful as he continues fucking into your cunt. You look down and watch his cock slide in and out of you. “See that darlin’? Your pussy was made for my cock, fits so perfectly.” He sucked on your neck, leaving marks that will be noticeable tomorrow. Logan moves his fingers downwards and begins to rub harsh circles on your already sensitive clit, making you whine. “Ah, ah, Logan” You scream, the sensation in your stomach you know so well, building up. Abruptly, Logan swapped positions with you on top, when suddenly there was a loud creak, and an even louder snap. The mattress fell to the floor at an angle, sending the two of you rolling to the floor. You screamed and fell on top of him. You began laughing wildly, covering your face as you rolled to your back. “Oh, my God,” you cried out. “I can’t believe you broke our bed!” “That wasn’t all me, sweetheart,” Logan growled, but chuckled shortly after, leaning on his elbows to look down at you. “It was mostly you,” you pointed out, your hand resting on his chest. He was on his side, peppering kisses on your forehead. “Couldn’t help myself, you felt so good.” You were still laughing. “I was about to have the best orgasm of my life, Logan! That bed was made from Asgardian oak, a gift from Thor!” Logan bit your neck. “Whatever, we’ll get a new one from Ikea” “’Ikea?” you burst out laughing, “Sure, we’ll have 50 broken beds by the end of the year and its October.” Logan moved to straddle you, pinning your arms above your head, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Hmmm, then what do you purpose we do then, doll?” “We could ask Tony if he has some vibranium to make a bed?” Logan chuckled at the suggestion and rolled his eyes. He leaned down, kissing you breathless before you could make another sound. “Why don’t we finish this off in the shower, hmm?” Logan suggested with dark smile. You could never resist that smile.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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I Love You In Every Universe | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: After the events of Avengers: Endgame, Wanda enlists the help of Agatha Harkness to help her move on from the death of Vision

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Angst, violence

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: This was a request I received on Wattpad from @joewatt111. A bit of a twist on Multiverse of Madness if you will...enjoy!

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When Agatha Harkness heard a knock on her door earlier, she hadn’t anticipated seeing Wanda Maximoff standing at her front door. Agatha took one look at her and couldn’t help but feel bad: her eyes were bloodshot from crying and tears streamed down her face. The bags under her eyes showed she hadn’t slept in days. And in her hands she clutched a photograph, its edges charred and torn from the explosion that destroyed her former home. She warily invited Wanda in, offering her a cup of tea. As Agatha put the kettle on and rummaged for some tea bags, Wanda recounted the events of the previous week. She explained how the last thing she remembered before being undusted and fighting Thanos was watching him murder Vision in front of her. Agatha listened intently to the young witch’s story, wondering why she was even in her house telling her all of this in the first place. She had no idea who this woman was anyway or why she was in her house. While extending a steaming mug to her, Wanda told Agatha what she wanted: to have Agatha cast a spell to make her find a new soulmate.

“Wanda, I’m telling you, witch to witch, this isn’t the best idea,” Agatha warned as the younger witch stood in the corner of her basement eyeing the Darkhold.

“I don’t care. I want you to do it. I can’t deal with this anymore.” Wanda’s voice was strained with pain as she spoke. She stared at the book sitting in front of her, running her fingers haphazardly over the embossed cover.

“Sweetheart, listen to me. I know you’re hurting right now but this isn’t the answer,” Agatha responded. “There’s no magic in the world that will fix this. You need to grieve for him.” “I am grieving,” Wanda snapped, her eyes glowing red. “I have been grieving every day of my life. I’ve grieved for my parents, for Pietro, and now for Vision. Do you know what that does to a person? How it eats away at every fiber of your being from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep until there’s almost nothing left except the worst of you?” She was utterly broken. The world was crashing down around her and drowning her in a steady stream of sorrow. For the first time in her life, Wanda Maximoff felt completely and utterly hopeless.

Agatha sighed as she saw the anger drawing up in Wanda. She paced back and forth away from her as she thought of a way to help her without causing any more damage. “Look,” she finally said as she turned to face her. “I can do what you’re asking. But there are risks. You need to understand that this spell will-” “I don’t care what the risks are. Just do it,” Wanda hissed. She slapped the table with her hands, causing the Darkhold to fall off its stand. She quickly replaced it in its rightful spot.

“Fine.” Agatha flicked her wrist, the cursed book whizzing past Wanda’s head as she summoned it to her person. She knew the spell she needed and had the book reveal its dark spell to her. “Just don’t expect me to pick up the mess you make.”

Wanda looked at her eagerly. All she wanted was for the pain to stop and it was within her grasp. She was abuzz with anticipation as she stared at Agatha poring over the Darkhold’s spells for the one that would finally bring her the happily ever after she’d always wanted.

“Okay so just stand right there. This won’t take but a minute.” Bright red orbs appeared around Agatha as she instructed Wanda. They were sloppy and misshapen, connected by black tendrils that linked them together in a sort of cocoon around her head. She filed through them until she found the one she needed, reaching forward with a hand to summon the spell to her.

As Agatha began to chant the incantation, Wanda found herself being sucked into a completely different world. Her reality grew black around her, closing in on her eyes as she felt herself being jerked back as though a rope was wrapped around her midsection. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to stave off the disorientation but she could still feel the world falling around her. When she opened her eyes, she realized she wasn’t in a different reality. She was somewhere in the depths of her subconscious, a strange world being manipulated by the dark magic inhabiting her mind. Red and purple tendrils danced in front of her field of view, battling to see which one would take prominence. Her eyes darted back and forth as she looked for literally anything. That’s when she saw him.

It was just a face. He was human. He was handsome. He was smiling. He had kind eyes. He had Y/H/C hair. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. She gazed at him with wonder, her heart fluttering as he broke out in laughter. She hadn’t felt so giddy in such a long time. Of course this would be the man she fell in love with. She knew nothing about him but something about this handsome stranger made her feel at home. He radiated the warmth of a winter night’s bonfire: warm and inviting.

Before she knew it Wanda found herself lying on the damp floor back in reality. Agatha leaned over her, a look of concern plastered on her face as she watched Wanda fall out of her trance. Wanda pushed herself up on her elbows, breathing heavily as she stared up at the older woman. “Who is he?” she asked frantically. “How do I find him?”

“If you had let me finish, you would’ve learned that this spell only shows you the face of your soulmate.” She extended her hand to Wanda, pulling her back onto her feet.

“But how do I find him?” She was desperate. This stranger, who already felt so familiar, was out of her grasp. She needed him more than she’d ever needed anyone before. He was the answer to her problems, the way for the pain to stop.

“I think you know the answer, hon,” Agatha replied, her eyes darting to the unholy book that sat on the altar of sins in front of her.

“The Darkhold,” Wanda murmured. She stumbled over to the table, her legs still weak from the recent ordeal. As she grabbed the book, she heard voices calling out to her. The whispers were unintelligible, merely a cacophony of garbled sounds fighting to share their dark secrets with her.

“Wanda,” she warned. “You’re not ready for what’s coming if you open that book. Let me help you.” “No,” Wanda snapped, her eyes glowing red as she whipped her head around to look at Agatha. “I don’t need your help.” She hugged the book close to her chest as she backed out of the basement. “I’ve got to find him.”

Agatha sighed. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop her from leaving with the Darkhold. Wanda was a woman driven by grief. The rawness of her loss prevented her from thinking rationally. As much as she was hurting, it pained Agatha to think of what was coming. But she knew that this was a lesson Wanda was going to have to learn for herself. So against her better judgment, she let Wanda go.

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Over the next few days, Wanda locked herself away in the desolate cabin in the woods. She spent her waking hours studying the Darkhold, the whispers becoming more coherent the further she descended into darkness. She searched for anything that might help her uncover the identity of the man from her vision. At night she dreamt about him. They started off the same as her vision: just his face. Over time the dreams evolved. She eventually saw herself with him, living a peaceful life in a house in a small suburb. They were glimpses into a life where she could be truly happy once and for all. With each passing day Wanda grew more and more desperate, gravitating toward darker and more dangerous spells until she found one that could help her: dreamwalking. Dreamwalking would allow her to possess the body of an alternate self. If she possessed the version of herself that was living with this man she could find him. Once she found him, she’d have to find a way to jump through the multiverse to his universe to be with him. But she could do it. Through her exploration of sin she’d come to realize a fuller extent of her powers, learning that her magic was stronger than she ever imagined.

On the night she decided to test out her dreamwalking theory, she wandered around the cabin gathering all the candles she could find. While picking up one that sat on the dresser in her bedroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror for the first time in what seemed like days. She barely recognized herself. Her face was pale and gaunt, her eyes sunken from the lack of sleep and the hours of strain she imposed on them through her endless studying. Her hair was disheveled and falling out of the messy bun she’d tied. Running her hands through her hair, she noticed her fingertips were stained black. The corruption of her soul was stained on her skin like the blood that haunted Lady Macbeth. But Wanda didn’t feel corrupted. For the first time in a long time she felt in control.

Setting the candles up in a circle around her and summoning the Darkhold to her impious site, Wanda began to cast the spell. She found herself falling into the throes of this dark magic, surrendering her physical body to the feeling of weightlessness as her consciousness flew through depths of the multiverse. She focused intently on her doppelganger, the version of herself that was with him, as she felt herself fall into the abyss…

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Wanda woke with a gasp as she dropped the dish she was drying on the floor, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

“Wanda? Are you okay?” she heard a voice call from another room. She didn’t know how to respond. She had no idea who’s voice that was until she saw a man walk into the room.

“Honey, are you okay?” the stranger asked.

“You,” she gasped. It was him: the man from the vision. This was her soulmate. This was the man who was supposed to make her happy again. What on earth could she possibly say to him?

“Well, yeah, duh it’s me. Who were you expecting, Steve?” he chuckled, shaking his head as he saw the shattered dish scattered around the floor. “Everything okay?”

“You’re the man from my vision.” She couldn’t help but stare at him. It was the first time she had seen more than just his face. She was taking in every inch of him, how he looked dressed in his grey sweatpants and cutoff Avengers hoodie, how he stood in the presence of her, how he made her feel instantly at home.

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about our visions until later tonight, but hey if you want to talk about them now I’m down with that,” he joked with a wink. She swooned at his insinuation.

“No. We don’t need to talk about them. I saw you in my vision. You’re my soulmate, the one who’s supposed to take away all this pain. And now I’ve found you.” Wanda felt herself growing possessive over the stranger. She was bubbling with a jealousy towards the woman whose body she was inhabiting. This woman had what she wanted and she would do anything to make herself the only woman in this man’s life. “I’ve found you and I’m not going to let you go. Ever.” She felt her lips twist upward in a menacing smile as she flicked her wrist, causing all the doors and windows in the house to slam shut and lock.

“Wanda, what’s going on?” he asked. Something was…off. She was behaving strangely. The grin that spread on her face made him uncomfortable. But the way her eyes started to glow red was completely unlike her. She’d sworn off magic after retiring from the Avengers. So seeing her use her magic like this told him that something was horribly wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong, darling. I finally have you where I want you and now that I have you, everything’s going to be so much better.” She slunk towards him as she spoke, her voice eerily deep and sultry as she ravaged him with her eyes. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest with the knowledge that everything was falling into place.

The man slowly backed away as Wanda walked towards him. He felt a sense of doom looming as she crossed the floor, stepping on the broken glass and conjuring a red ball of magic with her hand. “Wanda, I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to stop,” he told her as he raised his hand up in front of him.

“No!” she snapped. “I’ve spent too much time trying to find you to let you go. You’re my soulmate. That’s what Agatha told me. You’re supposed to be the one to make me happy again.” She felt tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she spoke.

“Wanda, I’m serious. Back. Off.” he warned.

“NO!” She threw the magic at him. He dove out of the way, slamming into the couch as the magic blew a hole in the wall. She was seething. He was supposed to be her soulmate, so why was he fighting her? He climbed over the couch and rolled off the back as Wanda threw it against the wall, shattering the window.

“What the hell?” he shouted, incredibly confused as to why his wife was attacking him in their living room. Before he had the chance to jump up and run away, he felt something wrap itself around his ankle and drag him across the floor. He struggled to pull himself away, reaching for the leg of the coffee table. But Wanda destroyed it with a blast of magic, leaving him unable to resist her. As the red tendrils dragged him across the floor and flipped him over so that he was on his back, he saw her staring down at him, the same terrifying grin plastered on her face as he found himself being flipped upright and levitated in front of him.

“Come now, my love,” she cooed as she stroked his cheek with the back of her hand, the action making his blood run cold. “You don’t want to make me mad now, do you? Not after all the work I put in to get here, to find you. You don’t know how many worlds I searched through just to find you”

He was thoroughly confused. What did she mean when she talked about all the work she put in? His mind was racing as he struggled to pull an explanation together. Suddenly it hit him like a rock. “You’re not my Wanda, are you?” he asked.

Wanda paused. “Of course I’m your Wanda,” she spat, grabbing his face harshly. He shook his head against her strong grip. “No, no you’re not. You’re dreamwalking, aren’t you?” The grip on his face loosened as Wanda stared at him in horror.

“How do you know what that is?” she pressed.

“Wanda, I’m married to a witch. A very powerful witch who has an extensive knowledge of magic, both good and bad.” He smiled weakly at her. “A witch who has since given up the use of her magic, well, except on the nights neither of us wants to do the dishes.”

Wanda recoiled in horror. She didn’t know what was going on. “I don’t understand. Agatha said that you’re my soulmate. I don’t understand what’s going on. You’re supposed to love me, not her!” Tears began streaming down her face as she started to lose control of her emotions. “She said she could do the spell!”

The man watched as Wanda backed herself into the wall, crumbling down and curling herself into a ball as she cried into her arms. He felt bad for this other Wanda. She was a woman in immense pain who had gone to great lengths to alleviate her suffering. She’d been captured by the Darkhold, which had fed her lies and corrupted her down the very fibers of her soul. It was gut-wrenching to watch her suffer like this. A lump formed in his throat as he watched her break down completely.

“Wanda,” he whispered. “Let me go.” She looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot as tears smeared the makeup around her eyes. Nodding, she flicked her wrist. He felt himself being lowered to the ground as the strands of magic disappeared from view. As the witch sniffled, he extended his hand to her, gently pulling her to her feet. She looked at the ground, crying, too ashamed to look at him. “Hey, look at me.” He lifted her chin with his hand, bringing her head up so he could look her in the eye. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” He was trying to be gentle with her.

“Everyone I love is dead,” she cried. “Mama, Papa, Pietro, and now Vision. He was my…” she trailed off, unable to finish her thought.

“He was your person, wasn’t he?” Wanda nodded. “I’m sorry. About all of them. I don’t know who Vision is, but my Wanda’s lost her family, too. And I know how hard it is for her. But what I don’t know is why you got involved with the Darkhold.”

“I wanted to find another soulmate. I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I found a witch who could cast the spell to help me find who it is and I saw you. I didn’t know your name or where you lived or anything. So I used the Darkhold to track you down. Once I was able to dreamwalk, I was going to find a way into this universe to be with you,” she admitted. She was ashamed at what she’d done, embarrassed at the way she’d let herself be tempted by the dark magic.

“Oh Wanda,” he sighed, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “What have you done?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry,” she cried. “I still don’t even know your name.” “Really?” he chuckled. “”Well it’s Y/N. Y/N L/N. In this world, you’re my wife.”

She smiled. “How long have we been married?”

“A little over a year. But we’ve been together almost a decade. We met in high school and that was that.” “Do we have any kids?”

“One on the way,” Y/N smiled as he glanced down at Wanda’s stomach. “We just found out last week, so we haven’t told anyone yet. But we’re so excited to have a little one of our own.” Wanda smiled as she looked down at her stomach. She wasn’t showing, it was too early. But she felt a sense of wonder and excitement knowing that this other her was about to embark on the journey of motherhood for the first time. “I’m sorry for hurting you. And for taking over your wife’s body.”

“I forgive you,” he replied. “My wife might not, but I do. You’ve been through so much and you just want to be happy. I understand that. But this isn’t your world, Wanda, and you’re not my wife.”

“I know,” she sighed. “But I don’t want to go.” She wiped her face with her hand, sniffling as she turned to use her magic to clean up the broken dish by the sink.

“You have to, sweetheart. I don’t think my Wanda would enjoy spending the rest of her life being trapped in her mind.”

“I know. I just don’t want to leave you.”

“You’ll be okay,” Y/N soothed. He empathized with this other Wanda, feeling bad that she would return to a world where she was completely and utterly devoid of love. But there was nothing he could do to ease her suffering. She would have to piece herself back together one day at a time.

“Y/N?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can you kiss me?”

“Wanda-” “Please?” She felt herself welling up again, scared of losing yet another someone.

He sighed, a soft smile spreading across his face as he brought his hands to her waist, pulling her in close as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips. For the few moments their lips touched, Wanda felt nothing but pure bliss. She savored in the sweetness of his lips, how they felt pressed up against hers. As he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I love you in every universe, Wanda,” he whispered. “But now you have to go and let me have my wife back.”

She sniffled as she smiled. Taking a step back from Y/N, she sighed as she brought herself out of the spell and back into her own body.

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“Told you there’d be consequences,” Agatha smirked as Wanda sat across the table from her, holding a cup of tea in her hands. “But no, you wanted to do it yourself and look where you are now, mourning not only Vision but this soulmate you’ll never have as well.”

Wanda looked down at her own mug, too ashamed to respond.

“And let’s not mention the fact you’ve been toying with the Darkhold. Nope, nothing dangerous there.”

“Teach me,” Wanda said, still looking down at her mug. “Teach me how to do it safely.”

“Wanda-” “I’m serious. I need help, Agatha. I think you’re the only one who can help me right now.”

Agatha sighed, taking a sip of her tea. “You’re darn right, kiddo. You should’ve let me help in the first place. But honey, you need to sort out your priorities first. Get your mind set with this whole Vision thing, give me the Darkhold, and come get me when you’re in a better spot. I don’t need to clean up any more messes in this world.” She stood up, pushing her chair in as she started to leave the kitchen. “Your room is the first one on the left after you get upstairs. Take as much time as you need.”

Wanda sighed, gripping the mug tighter in her hands as the warmth from the liquid seeped into her body. She knew that she’d have to go through the process of grieving all over again. But as she started the proper mourning process for Vision, she heard a small voice echoing through her mind: I love you in every universe

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You Can’t Always Save Everybody.

(Miguel O’hara x Spidersona!Scarlette Web)

Chapter 2

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Words: 1129

Once Miguel and the others were finally free, they sent Gwen home, this was obviously above her level. Peter and Miguel went to Valentine's apartment only to find it mostly abandoned. Her things lay scattered all around, her books gathered dust, the kitchen empty, and all the blueprints for the gadgets she made for the spider society were torn and burnt around the edges.

“Miguel. Look.” Peter pointed it out, it was her old black and blue spider suit lay over the back of the couch left like she had gone on her last patrol as spider woman, only to leave again as Scarlett Web. Miguel held the fabric in his hand, his face a mixture of sadness, frustration, and anger.

“How the hell did I miss the signs? She needed me…” Miguel mutters mostly to himself. Miguel started pacing around Valentine’s apartment as if he could still find her there. It was a fruitless effort, but his head still refused to accept the reality before his very eyes.

“This isn’t true… not Valentine…” he whispered to himself, as his fingers held the fabric tightly the soft scent of her still lingering on it

They started to search the apartment for anything to help them find her. He was searching her bedroom while Peter was going through her computer in the other room. He about to give up before he found her diary. He flipped through it to try and see if there were any clues to where she might be. As he's looking through he is surprised to find several Polaroids of her and her Miguel, accompanied short journal entries.

A picture of her and Her Miguel dressed in typical gothic teen fashion in high school, He has his arm wrapped around her they’re both smirking at the camera.

“May 18th - Miguel has been calling me this really sweet nickname, Chiquitita. I really love it. I keep calling him Tiger, he thinks it’s funny.”

Miguel couldn’t help but feel his heart break as he read on. He looked at the few Polaroids, his heart dropping as he took in Valentine’s words.

“Chiquitita…” He hadn’t really thought about her relationship with her husband. She didn’t talk about it with him, but this other Miguel called her Chiquitita.

He flipped to a recent entry, no more polaroid pictures filing every page.

“August 4th- I don't know what happened today. Miguel wouldn't talk to me today. Barely looked at me. Did I do something? He's gotten really distant, and I’m trying to be understanding with everything that happened, but today he completely ignored me. I don't understand.” Miguel paused over the single sentence of the next entry. “August 7th- I must have done something terrible for him to treat me this way.”

Miguel could only stare at the page before him the guilt was eating him alive just from the thought of the pain Valentine must have felt.

“August 14th - This new tech I'm working on. It's beyond the ethics of the spider society. This stuff...is lethal. We don't kill people. At least not intentionally. Miguel hasn't been over seeing my work anymore he doesn't come to my lab anymore at all. I don't know why. But I know if he knew what I was working on. Wouldn't approve it anyway.”

“There might not be a way back for Valentine …” he whispered out loud, as he read on through the latest entries.

“September 1st- I don't know how I ever considered him my friend. Miguel went from ignoring me, to cruel side comments to, to this? Sending me on an anomaly mission entirely alone? No back up? I thought I was going to die. And I get back and he's just pissed I couldn't catch it. Yelled at me for like an hour. I've cried over him so often but this is too much. I can't cry anymore.”

Miguel remembers this fight. About a week before she left. Valentine had left because of their fight, where he had hurt her feelings. All of that time, and that was what finally broke her.

“September 9th- I killed a man tonight. I was walking home from the store. He tried to attack me. All I can think of is how Miguel would have reacted. Would he have wanted me to defend myself? Or would he tell me that I should have been more careful, and that as a spider woman I can't get away with things like that. I hate how much control I let him have over me.” At the bottom of this entry is a separate note, “APD-MERCY”

Miguel felt his heart sink when he read the last entry She killed a man. Valentine… Valentine was a murderer. This wasn’t a matter of getting Valentine back for Miguel. He failed at that, this was about stopping her. Peter came in the room with the laptop and a worried look on his face.

“you should look at this.” He says handing him the laptop. It was an article about MERCY, Miguel read it over. MERCY was a type altering perspective drug or APD. These kinds of drugs are legal for recreational and medical use and are commonly available in this universe. But some kinds are harder to get your hands on. Depending on what kind you took for it would change your point of view. MERCY specifically was used in this universe's Military to help soldiers and veterans move past killing someone and to continue killing, it was unclear if the drug would convince someone who was unwilling to kill to do so, or just prevented the trauma that came with it.

“Dios Mio…If she’s using this…what kind of damage has she done?” Miguel wonders aloud

“I wish I could tell you, nothing like APD’s exists in any other universe we’ve discovered. We are going into completely unknown territory here.” Peter explains carefully, his eyes drifting to the diary in Miguel’s hands. “Mig…How are we going to get her back?”

“I don’t know if we can.” Miguel looks down at the diary again flipping back to the last Polaroid She ever took with her Miguel, they were at central park. It was winter, both of them wearing leather jackets with spikes and embellishments. Valentines raven hair pulled back under a beanie, a hoop in her nose piercing, she always wore a stud now, and a wide smile on her face, one he’d never seen before. This Miguel looked almost just like him, slightly slimmer, an eye brow and lip piercings, a hat pulled over his mussed up hair, he’s resting his head on top of hers, glimmering brown eyes, a smile that seemed most foreign to him on an identical face. He sighs. “But we’ll have to try.”

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tag: @femmeanonymelives

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel spiderverse #astv miguel #miguel spiderman #angst #Spotify #miguel x spidersona #Scarlette Web #Valentine Foxx #spiderverse fanfic

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kess-in-the-perthchimzone · 8 months

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spiraling over the pilot trailer

Wow so having now watched the pilot trailer (YT search: GMMTV 2023 and go to the 2 hr mark roughly) a couple of times over I have SO MANY thoughts. Primarily that they have really refined the characters of Sailom and Kang to be BOTH more sympathetic and to make this a much more compelling romance. In chronological order:

why is Kang SMOKING?? Who is this boy??

I love the translators so much and appreciate them endlessly but it’s nice to see the correct word here (THIS Kang probably would do the spelling of the word we got ngl)

this is Kang beating the SHIT out of Sailom. I infinitely prefer Sailom being the one to punch him in the much deserved scenario we got

again who is this?? Where is my sweet ‘I drank too much and am babbling’ boy?

love the glow up this got

this is SUCH a simpler, less interesting characterization for Kanghan and whoever thought of his new characterization was a genius who deserves a raise. He comes across in this trailer purely like a spoiled entitled rich boy with little depth except MAYBE wanting to be a professional soccer player

this is the scene I love most in the pilot! I think this is what later became our alley not kiss? But I love the lighting and Sailom taking him by the hand and them hiding together. Would be very happy to see a different version of this later on.

I didn’t know how badly I needed Sailom injury tending Kang until I saw this!! PLEAAASEEEE

This is adorable can we please have this without Sailom needing to be deeply traumatized??

Very charmed by this — Kang seeing how hard Sailom has been working and being all 😍 😍

FIRST OF ALL they are talking about football. So weird!! How can Sailom help with this, Kanghan??

SECOND OF ALL, our Sailom would never, but obsessed with this response, which is the CORRECT question to ask here

this is Sailom talking to Kang. INCORRECT!!! WRONG!! Our version is so much better!!! Kang’s soft voice!! His protective arm in the shower! Just no to this!!

Kang is talking to his mom here 🥺 (RIP Mrs Sukprasert!!). But also INTERESTING!! Very Interesting!!

Can you imagine our Sailom yelling at Saifah?? I would be so here for it but truly cannot

I want Kang’s hands in Sailom’s hair like this but not in an angry way 👀👀

Sailom CRYING big fat tears because he can’t do an equation. I am so emotional. He seems very tortured angry genius in this pilot in a way that really contrasts with our ‘i will hide my emotions at almost all costs when in professional settings’ boy

OH. MY. GOD. this got such a glow up. In everything - costumes, lighting, Kang’s line. BUT THEN:

Could you IMAGINE Sailom saying this about Kang ‘buying him’?? I am floored. This would be horrible

Or this?? He would NEVER.

Ew. No. Also INCORRECT. Get this sleazy identical clone away from me!!

Okay and then the actual best part of the trailer is from here on, which both @thirstkanaphan and I agree is actually the epilogue to NLMG. This is Chopper and Ben talking. Period. The hair! The voices! The lines! Watching with that interpretation is so much more fun.

ANYWAY. Watching this was a wild ride. I’m so grateful for what we have now and think I understand a lot better some of the confusion over tone/pacing I’ve seen online if this is the trailer people remembered better than the much more sappy new one.

#Tumblr please this is my fourth try why can’t anyone see this #dangerous romance #dangerous romance the series #kanghansailom #kanghan kirttin sukprasert #sailom homchan #kess babbles about dangerous romance

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somekndofnature · 1 year

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WIP WEEKENDS!!!

Sorry, no fancy header for this one. I didn’t have the energy. I still have to go find out what is making that terrible smell in my son’s playroom and that is causing me all sorts of anxiety. 😱 Pray for me you guys.

Anyhoodles...this is an excerpt from a modern rock band AU that I have been working on. It's also got the fated mates troupe in there for kicks. In this snippet, I kind of wanted to explore what it would be like if Inu had a less fraught relationship with his older brother. They're less 'wanna kill each other' and more 'you've been the most annoying part of my life, unfortunately I can't get rid of you cause you're family' relationship. 🙄 Siblings... am I right?

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this. Let me know what you think! OH! Almost forgot to give @shikonstar a tag since they asked when I post stuff for this AU idea. If anyone else wants a tag just let me know. 😁

HERE WITH YOU (tentative title)

Inuyasha growled under his breath and glared down on the city beneath him, dreading his last resort call, but needing answers regardless. He clicked on the picture staring back at him from the phone screen and leaned against the balcony railing. It rang twice before being answered.

“What do you want?”

“Nice to hear your voice too, Sess,” Inuyasha drawled.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line, as if his older half-brother was barely holding onto his last shred of patience. “I’m assuming you didn’t call me just to exchange verbal barbs.”

“Oh, but it’s so much fun,” he replied in a dry tone.

“Your purpose, little brother,” Sesshomaru snapped.

Inuyasha sighed and ruffled a hand through the silver bangs around his face. “Is Dad with you?”

“No.”

“What about Mom?”

“No, I am not hanging around with your mother.”

“Hey! Cut it out with that crap!” Inuyasha growled. “If she hears you, it’ll make her cry.”

There was a beat of silence. “Fine. If you wanted to talk to either of them, why didn’t you call them instead?”

“You think I didn’t try?! No one is answering their fucking phones.” He dragged a hand over his face. “Please, Sess. I’m desperate.”

“That checks out. So, what’s the problem?” his brother asked, sounding bored.

Inuyasha took a deep breath. “I found her.”

“Who?”

He gnashed his fangs together to keep from shouting. “Her.”

“Little brother, I am about thirty seconds away from hanging up unless you start making sense.”

Fuck. He was going to have to say the words aloud, wasn’t he? “My mate. I found her.”

A long pause followed. “And? Do you need my advice on how to woo a woman?”

“What? Fuck no! I have no problems there,” Inuyasha said. “And seriously bruh, ‘woo’? What are you, some ancient feudal lord?”

Sesshomaru ignored his jibe. “Well, bruh, I’m not understanding. Father has spoken to you about this matter before.”

“Yeah, and he said it was rare, that most demons spend centuries looking for their mate, if they find them at all.”

“And?”

“And I twenty-fucking-three!” he snarled, wishing that he had just been patient and waited for his dad to call back. “I don’t need some supernatural force trying to settle me down just yet.”

“If you truly think that’s how it works, then you’re as much of an idiot as I’ve always assumed.”

“Hey, don’t get jealous, man.”

“I do not want or need a woman in my life,” his brother said in a clipped tone.

“And you think I do?!” Inuyasha seethed, pacing the width of the balcony in agitation. “The band is just getting signed to a label. Soon, we’ll be in the studio and then touring. This fated mates shit is the last thing I need.”

Sesshomaru grumbled something unintelligible under his breath. “Have you ever considered that it may have nothing to do with her being your mate? Perhaps you’re simply attracted to her?”

He scoffed dismissively. “I think I would know.”

“Would you?” he challenged. “By Father’s own admission this is rare, even more so considering you are only a half-demon.”

“Oh great lord of the western lands, please excuse my tainted blood,” Inuyasha said in monotone.

“I’m serious. The odds of you finding or even having a fated mate are about the same as being struck by lightning. Maybe what you’re feeling is simple attraction.”

Inuyasha mulled over his words. It both pained and relieved him to admit that Sesshomaru was probably right. He had no idea how these things were supposed to go. Even now he was having trouble verbalizing the things Kagome had made him feel. Their intensity had faded once he had left that stifling room.

He rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Fuck. Maybe you’re right,” he conceded. “I just… I’m not ready for all that.”

His brother released a heavy breath. “Look, I have a meeting with Father later today. I’ll tell him to call you.”

“Thanks,” he replied, completely deflated.

“And Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru continued. “Please remember that we come from a long line of powerful demons. Fate does not control us, nor does it direct us what to feel.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “Spare me.”

Inuyasha heard movement on the other end of the line. “I have to go. Good luck, little brother.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

His phone beeped twice before going silent. Inuyasha shoved it back into his pocket and slumped against the rail, fiddling with the two rings in his eyebrow. Somehow, that entire conversation hadn’t made him feel any better. He knew that there was something inside of him that drew him to that woman. It was undeniable, but whether it was the hands of fate or simple horniness that drove him was still up for debate. Maybe I just need to get laid.

Inuyasha’s ear flicked toward the door as it opened and closed, drawing his gaze.

“Hey!” Kagome’s soft melodic voice called out as she walked towards him. “I just saw that you were done with your phone call and I kind of need to go over a few more things with everyone.”

He straightened and strode right past her, biting back a groan when he was once again engulfed in her scent. Had any woman ever smelled so fucking…edible? “Fine, let’s get this shit over with.”

Kagome scoffed behind him. “Seriously, what is your problem? Have I done something to offend you or is ‘moody asshole’ just part of your persona?”

Inuyasha whipped around and nearly choked on his tongue. Kagome was the picture of feminine pique with her hip cocked and arms crossed over her chest, accentuating the long line of cleavage between her breasts. The warm summer wind plastered her green dress to her body, outlining the little ‘v’ where her long legs met.

Mine, his demon growled from the back on his mind. “No!” Not yours, and sure as hell not mine.

“No?” Kagome asked with a shake of her head. “No, what?”

Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “No, I’m not a moody asshole.”

“Well, from where I’m standing…” She raised a brow.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Not everyone is required to like you.”

“Like me?” she said with a delicate snort. “You don’t even know me. How could you decide one way or another?”

“I know enough.”

Kagome drew her head back like he had slapped her. She looked away, but not before he could see the hurt simmering in her eyes. “I’m not sure what there is to find so repulsive.”

Inuyasha cursed. What the hell was he doing? It wasn’t Kagome’s fault that he felt utterly confused. It wasn’t her fault that fate had the worst sense of timing. She hadn’t asked for any of this, and he had no right to keep treating her this way. Hell, if his mother ever found out, he would get the lecture of a lifetime accompanied by a slap upside the head from his father.

He sighed and rubbed at the space between his brows as he stepped closer to her. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings and I don’t find you repulsive.”

Kagome finally met his eyes, biting at her plush bottom lip that looked softer than a flower petal. Definitely not repulsive…

A weak chuckle escaped him as he shrugged and scratched at the back of his neck. “It’s just been a crazy few days; it’s surreal. I keep expecting to wake up from a dream, ya know?”

She pursed her lips, gaze darting over his face before she took a deep breath. “I understand. This is… a lot. I get that you’re here for the music, not all off this relentless bureaucracy. So, let me handle that, it’s literally my job. You just keep focusing on what you’re great at. Deal?”

Kagome held out her small hand to him and Inuyasha stared at it. Part of him wanted to get as far away from her as he could, to insist that she find them a new manager and forget she even existed. Even that thought made another side of him want to howl in pain, like somehow her existence had become integral to his being. That scared the shit out of him, but it was impossible to crush the cautious hope lighting up her blue eyes.

Before he could think better of it, Inuyasha engulfed her hand in his, brushing his fingertips over the fluttering pulse at her wrist. “Deal.”

They didn’t even shake, just ended up holding hands as the summer breeze encircled them. Kagome offered him a glorious smile that warmed her whole face and struck him dumb.

Maybe Sess was right, maybe he had absolutely nothing to fear, given the odds. Either way, Inuyasha wouldn’t be standing out in any thunderstorms for the foreseeable future.

#wip weekend #inuyasha #kagome #sesshomaru #modern au #fated mates #inuyashaxkagome #inukag #inukag fanfic

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pastelwitchling · 2 years

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4x11 coda.

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Alex paced the ground around the truck, arms crossed tightly. He was freezing, but no one else seemed to be cold, so he clenched his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. He was exhausted, but he didn’t want to sit down. He was afraid of falling asleep.

Before Michael had come, part of him yearned to not wake up the next day. Now he couldn’t risk it. No part of him wanted to drift off and be away from Michael, not for a second. But Michael was busy looking through the map he kept in his truck, searching with Dallas for places that could possibly hold more alien fruit. Any way to get them out.

Don’t sit down. Don’t fall asleep.

Alex watched him as he thought of his plea to Michael just yesterday.

“Dallas could marry us right now. Please, we are running out of time.”

They were stuck there, and Alex didn’t have the days he wanted anymore. Making sure Michael wasn’t looking over, Alex went to check the infection in the truck’s side mirror. It had spread up his neck and down to his stomach. It was getting harder to breathe by the minute.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to think of every inch of pain in his body. None so more than in his heart at the memory of Michael’s words.

“I’m getting us out of here,” he’d told him. “And you will get a real wedding, Manes, with our friends and family.”

The idea was sweet, but Alex could only be frustrated. He’d always been a hopeful realist, but a realist, nonetheless. He didn’t think he was making it out of here, and he definitely didn’t think he was getting a wedding. He wanted to hope for a future with Michael, but Michael was just torturing them both.

“He’s doing this because he loves you,” Bonnie said gently, coming around the truck with her hands folded behind her back. “I’ve never seen anyone love the way he loves you.”

Alex slumped against the truck, hugging his arms tighter. “He sent you over here to check on me, didn’t he?”

“Like I said,” she smiled softly, “he loves you.”

Alex nodded, rubbing his face. “Yeah.”

Alex wasn’t good at talking about his feelings to other people. He wasn’t good at talking about his feelings at all. Michael was always his exception, the only person he ever wanted to share anything with. As nice as Bonnie seemed, as kind and understanding as Dallas was, Alex just wasn’t like Michael. He couldn’t let anyone else in, not even Kyle or Gregory. It was always his cowboy or no one.

And it would have to be his cowboy now. He excused himself from Bonnie, and went over to where Michael was still pouring over the map with intense focus. Alex took his elbow, halting his discussion with Dallas, and pulled him aside.

“What—Alex—”

“We need to talk,” Alex said.

Michael took his face in his hands briefly. “We can talk when we get home.”

“No,” he said, “we’re going to talk now. Guerin, please, enough of this already, I can’t take it anymore.”

“We are going to get out of here,” Michael insisted.

“You will,” Alex agreed. “I won’t.”

Michael looked like Alex had shot him. It was a cruel thing to say, but it was the truth. He opened and closed his mouth, and Alex knew that was the beginning of him about to cry. Alex felt his own eyes burn.

“The longer I stay here, the less time I have,” Alex said quietly. “Even if I did make it out with you, fresh air doesn’t heal radiation poisoning, Michael. I am dying—I know you don’t want to hear it, but it’s reality. And I don’t want to spend my last few days watching you obsess over some doorway that won’t save me anyway.” He took Michael’s left hand in both of his, holding it to his chest. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. His eyes filled with tears.

“I’m begging you,” he whispered. “Please marry me.”

Michael stared at him, then cupped his neck. Alex covered his hands with his own. “I will,” he said, “as soon as we get back and you’re healed.”

Alex’s shoulders fell, a tear rolled down his cheek. “Guerin—”

“I just got you back,” Michael said, wiping the tear away with his thumb. “I’m not giving you up, Private. Ever again.”

And he went back to his map and an apologetic Dallas and Bonnie, pouring over his map. Alex could do nothing else in that moment but cross his arms yet again, and resume his pacing, ignoring the blinding pain in his leg.

Don’t sit down, he thought, looking over to Michael and taking in every inch of him. While he still could. Don’t fall asleep.

***

I’m really proud of this one to be honest.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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prettyboykatsuki · 10 months

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So, guess who just finished reading won’t you lend me your faith, the shoujo manga fic for Rin. It’s me. I have much to say. I said I was gonna wait till the morning but I’m impatient and want you to know I absolutely loved and adored this fic.

I. Am. In love. With the reader. She’s literally so cute and I don’t know if it’s cause you wrote it in Rin’s pov but I fell in love with her?? She’s so endearing and I love her and I’d give the world for her oh my god. Her personality is so dorky and loud and loving and kind yet she’s so mature and caring for others and so incredibly sincere I would marry her if I had the chance.

I will say reader made me cry I fucking love her so much. The birthday scene where she set it up and she had on the silly party hat and she just had her hands up presenting what she set up? That’s what made me cry, oh my god it was just so sweet I couldn’t handle it anymore. The entire build up of Rin’s birthday up to that moment just made me feel all soft and warm and mushy, reader is so sweet for making Rin’s birthday special and treating him on it.

I do not know how to succinctly tell you that you wrote an incredible reader who took my heart and I literally fell in love with her and she made me cry and throughout the whole read I put down my phone multiple times to roll around in my bed and smile over her. She’s literally the love of my life I’d do anything for her and marry her if I had the chance.

OH. The scene where Rin realized he was in love? So still the birthday scene, I just think that was written incredibly well and the buildup of all of Rin’s emotions to that point throughout the whole fic was really well paced out and presented, BUT. When he was like “if she confesses I can’t lie to her?” His whole spiel? I was losing my mind.

I think they are the epitome of “fell first and fell harder”. Cause Rin once he realizes he not only likes her, but loves her and says he’s been grappling with it for only a little bit but it’s ripping him at the seams? And him causing that scene at school cause he’s irritated that he doesn’t see his girlfriend enough at school and can’t take it anymore? Yeah. yeah.

I’m so sorry, I’m hung up on the reader. I genuinely can not put into words how much I love her. Her sniffling and crying because she’s worried about the fact that she’s not going to see Rin? It’s so human and she’s so worried and I want to comfort her, I adore her beyond words. She is just so full of love and she’s so verbal with it and she communicates and it’s refreshing and Rin needs someone like that for sure but god I LOVE her.

I understand why in the writing process you kept saying you loved this reader. I get it, she’s so well written I adore her. Genuinely this is one of, if not the only, x reader I’ve read where the reader has such a refreshing, unique personality where it just made me love her so quickly. Like, I’m genuinely infatuated with her, I can’t describe it.

Okay, gonna try and focus on Rin now, sorry, I just love her so much. BUT RIN. I think you characterized him so well, incredibly so. Like, the build up, all of it, the fact it took nearly a year for Rin to be comfortable enough and secure enough to recognize that he liked her and was in love with her, that feels correct for Rin, you know? I think the detail of him just kinda seeing her as an amorphous blob also makes sense? He really is not the type to care for looks. He’s so demisexual coded to me, but anyways. But I also think you got how awkward and somewhat uncomfortable he gets in social situations too, I feel like you nailed it. Like how he doesn’t like socializing with classmates so reader was the shield, how awkward he was feeling when talking to reader’s older brother, how irritated he was at those classmates at the end.

But also his complicated emotions towards Sae; how he’s pretty sure his brother loves him now, but how he’s still not over or hasn’t fully come to terms or processed what Sae did to him in the past. I liked how you went over his morning routine where he legitimately thinks about his past with Sae, but I like how you detailed it as part of his meditation. Part of unraveling his heart and examining it. Wondering if it’ll always be this melancholic blue. Then followed by reader birthday breakfast, yippee. But double also, how the first time at the park where he was talking about how he feels towards Sae to her and how she says she wants to hug him and he lets her. That was sooooo. He needed that for real, I’m glad he indulged in that and hugged her back.

I love small details. I love that they played resident evil and how acutely aware Rin was of her presence before she started playing with his hair (I melted at that by the way, peak affection), how they talked about Ciguatera and how she poked at him for being such a boy and how he really is just a boy, reading a raunchy comic that’s still ultimately about romance, about how Rin was glad he went with her to get stationary because he had to glare at too many creeps, at how annoyed Rin was at the fact she regularly kept contact with his mom. OH, when Rin noticed that she wears a heart necklace under her uniform when they were cleaning the classroom. How all he could say was that she wasn’t in uniform and it’s all he was thinking when he took her to the mall to get stationary. I loved the fact that she would stomp her feet sometimes, like when Rin’s parents found them sleeping together and snapped a picture, how she kicked her feet. You always give the people you’re writing about very human traits or things they do and it just makes the read so easy and real, idk how to word it.

It’s all of these little scenes, these little details that just make your fic feel so alive and so tangible and just so perfectly here. I don’t know how to describe it, but everything adds up to be a beautifully written and executed shoujo manga type beat fic that I was so excited for and finally had the time to read.

But thank you for the food, incredible as usually, the buildup was perfect and I thought I was only going to tear up over the reader but her sincerity and genuine love made me actually cry at the birthday scene. I am a sap and a sucker for cute romance first. This is a long ass ask I’m so sorry ahdjsgdj

I feel like I said a lot of nothing, but TLDR: I’m so glad I read this, I love (LOVE) the reader, I loved watching Rin fall in love it was so wholesome, I love shoujo manga and the epilogue is cute (he’s so silly being petty).

sorry . it has been at least 3 days since ive recieved this ask and i simply wanted to give it the proper time and care when answering because it really made me blush and scream and cry so i apologize for the delay. i have a little time now so i hope this response is adequate enough to express my gratitude.

the main gist of this ask that im like. so absolutely delighted by is indeed your love for reader because (and i said this while writing as well) but reader is my absolute favorite character in the entire fic. i know it's supposed to be rin, and i do enjoy writing rin - but i think reader was the best part of writing this for me. i was honestly very nervous that people might find her too quirky and try-hard rather than endearing and uplifiting and lovely but i simply fell for her very hard in the process.

i have a tendency to write readers who are a little more callous along the edges so it as very refreshing and i think that kind of character is like. SO perfect for rin. you are absolutely right about "fell first but he fell harder" trope being them!! that was really the point of it all for me. she is so loving and so human and so kind.

and rin as a character is someone who has an almost monstorous view of himself. his self loathing just runs so deep and so hard that it was almost painfully sad writing some parts. IM REALLY GLAD MY DEMISEXUAL CODING OF HIM WAS PRESENT SDJKSSDKJ. like im genuinely glad it was picked up on bc it was so super intentional. esp w the part where he finds reader attractive but cant understand it.

WAAAAHHH HEARING YOU PICK UP ON ALL THESE LITTLE DETAILS MAKES ME WANT TO SOB AND SCREAM AND CRY. IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY. idk how to explain it but knowing that my words have reached u enough to rmb them like that just makes me so emotional. idk how to explain it....like its!! you know!! you know of me!!!! you know the things i wrote!! and memorized and enjoyed them even!!!! it makes me so indescribably happy that these little details like. resonated with you.

for rin in particular - i do not think he thinks very highly of very showy, very passionate love like he sees in movies. up until he meets reader he considers a lot of that bullshit because its so fake. but his lover for reader is truly just an amalgam of these little tiny moments where reader looked at him and saw him for exactly who and what he is. whether that be about sae or rins hatred for socializing. ultimately reader is a character who loves him wholly and unconditionally.

but rin doesn't learn that through her words, but her actions. she is kind and gentle and silly and honest and he needs her more than anything. i really have such a deep love for them, writing their story made me so emotional and i am so so so glad other people felt similiarly. im so glad the story resonated but this one esp bc i LOVE these two and would love to write more in their universe sometime.

ANYWAYS, thank u for this ask. thank u for the length. i weeped so much the day i read it and have thought about it every day since. im so exceedingly grateful. i cannot express it enough. THANK U SO KINDLY

#return to sender #hall of fame #I LOVE YOU ANON

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sunlightbabe · 2 years

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PROMPTS: Thomas x Reader // “That was not my intention.” // Bat Fluff, minor mentions of blood

Dating a vampire wasn’t as dramatic as Hollywood would lead you to believe.

There were no enemy vampires or werewolves lurking around the corner, just waiting to scoop you up and either use you as bait or hurt you out of some weird supernatural vendetta against Thomas. There was no drama around the fact that you were aging with every passing day while Thomas was frozen at 21 (and had been for some time now). Hell, there wasn’t even any real concern about you bleeding in front of him- the last time you accidentally cut yourself while making dinner, Thomas had helped you bandage up you hand with seemingly no issue.

You’re thankful for it all, honestly. Work and school gave you enough stress as it was, you didn’t need to add more to your life.

Honestly, sometimes you even forgot that Thomas was a vampire. He could go out into the sun thanks to a magic infused tattoo along his wrist and he could even eat a little bit of food- not much, but enough to pass off as human while eating dinner with your parents.

So when you’re cooking in the kitchen one night, making pesto for a coworker’s potluck party tomorrow, it sort of just... slips your mind that Thomas is undead.

“Babe?” you call out. “Can you come here for a second? I need you to taste something for me- I can’t tell if I used too much parmesan.”

Thomas pops his head into the kitchen. “I thought there was no such thing as ‘too much cheese’?”

“Well like no, not usually, but this is different. I just need to know if this is too salty because I might be able to fix it if so, but I’ll have to do it now.” You think you can fix it, anyways.

Thomas crosses the kitchen and settles his head on your shoulder. “It’s green.”

“You’re so observant,” you say with a roll of your eyes, raising the tasting spoon up to his mouth. “It’s from all the basil.”

He hums in consideration before leaning forward to take a little taste as you rattle off the rest of the ingredients. “There’s the parmesan cheese, of course, and olive oil and some pine nuts and-”

You freeze, your whole body going still. Thomas hums again and you turn your head to watch him lick his lips, brow furrowed in thought. He goes to lean in for a second taste but you drop the spoon. It clatters noisily to the floor and splatters pesto onto the kitchen tiles and beneath the cabinets.

“Darling?” Thomas asks, tilting his head to the side like a puppy.

“There’s-" your voice catches in your throat as tears sting at the corners of your eyes. “There’s- in the pesto...”

Thomas- loving, sweet, trusting, vampiric Thomas- simply blinks at you.

“... garlic.”

The word hangs heavy in the air. You see understanding in Thomas’s eyes and before you can start crying because holy shit, oh god, you just killed your boyfriend, Thomas shrugs and places a reassuring hand on your side.

“Eh, I’m sure it’s probably fine.” He gives your side a pat before taking a step back.

“You don’t sound very confident,” your voice comes out as a squeak. “I need you to be more confident than you sound right now.”

Thomas shrugs again and bends over to pick up the spoon from the floor, tossing it into the sink and reaching for a hand towel to clean up the mess on the ground. “I don’t think a taste of garlic is going to hurt me.”

“Okay but do you think or do you know. There’s a difference.” You clutch at your hair, starting to pace around the kitchen. Should you call the poison control hotline? They helped with stuff like this, right? Maybe you could find some charcoal for Thomas to eat, maybe that would absorb whatever effect the garlic would have on him.

Crossing his arms, Thomas leans against the counter. Completely unbothered. “Look, if you wanted to poison me, you could have done a better job,” Thomas teases dryly. You know he’s trying to reassure you but you don’t appreciate his joke at the moment.

“That was not my intention,” you’re quick to defend. “Oh my god, how could I be so stupid-”

“Darling, breathe.”

“Okay we just need it to... come out. Do you even have a gag reflex? Oh my god, we should go to the hospital and they can pump your stomach-”

“Darling-”

“We need to call Ethan, he’s been around longer than you, right? He’ll know what to do, he can fix this I’m sure, he must-”

Thomas interrupts you again. Or at least, you think it’s Thomas, because instead of a calming repeat of the pet name he calls you, you hear... the world’s tiniest squeak.

You stop your pacing and turn to face Thomas. Or rather, you face where Thomas was- he’s no longer standing by the counter. Your brain goes all staticky and just as you feel panic start to properly take root in your chest now, you hear that squeak again. It’s coming from the floor.

Looking down, you see a fuzzy bat sitting on the ground, blinking up at you with the widest and sweetest eyes you had ever seen.

“... Thomas?” you ask. The bat stretches out it’s wings, giving them a little test flap, and squeaks again. Holy shit.

With a gasp, you kneel down and scoop him up into your hands. Thomas’s fur is even softer than it looks and you can’t help but give him a little pet between his ears. The bat leans into your touch and makes a content little noise.

“I thought you told me you couldn’t turn into a bat,” you say with a nervous giggle and Thomas does his best to shrug. “Okay. Alright. My boyfriend is a bat. This is... fine and normal. Okay.” Thomas squeaks. “I’m not panicking.” Another squeak. “I’m not. I’m handling this perfectly well, actually.”

Thomas crawls up your forearm and you carefully set him on your shoulder. He sniffles at your ear and presses his fuzzy little head closer to your neck.

“Here is the game plan. I’m.. going to call Ethan, and he’s going to tell us how to fix it, and then everything will be fine.” You lightly pet the top of his head but you’re not sure if it’s more for his benefit or yours. “And... and if we can’t fix this, I will still love you with my entire heart and soul. I’ll build you a perfect little bat cage and we’ll figure out what foods you can eat and everything.”

Thomas gives your neck a ticklish little lick.

You settle on the couch and you plan on calling Ethan, you really do. But you get distracted- first you try to figure out what kind of bat Thomas has become. Your best bet is that he’s an eastern red bat, judging from the pictures on google, and then you get distracted watching videos of them flying about. Motivated, Thomas attempts to fly himself. It takes him a few tries, and you end up placing pillows all over the floor for when he stumbles and crash lands, but he eventually gets the hang of it.

You’re filming him doing some rather impressive aerial maneuvers for a first time bat when it happens.

One moment, he’s a bat and the next, Thomas is human again. With a shocking lack of grace, Thomas falls to the floor, somehow missing all the pillows and nearly smacking the side of his head against the coffee table.

“... ow,” he says with a groan as you push off the couch and kneel next to him in a rush.

“That... didn’t last that long.” A beat passes. “Are you okay?”

Thomas squints up at you. “I feel... a little dizzy, but yeah. I think I’m okay.” He even flashes you a thumbs up, the dork.

You sigh in relief and wipe your forehead. The past 30 minutes or so have been a rollercoaster of emotions and you’re glad that he’s back to normal, the bat crisis over and done with. But as you sit there, you do see Thomas eyeing the doorway to the kitchen. You don’t have to be a mind reader to know what he’s thinking.

“Well.. okay, maybe just once more tonight, but then we seriously have to call Ethan to make sure-” before you can finish, Thomas smiles at you, quickly kisses your forehead, and vanishes into the kitchen, “-that this isn’t.. going to... aw, fuck it.”

You get up to follow after him at your much slower human pace, already trying to think of places where you can hide the garlic from him.

TAG LIST; @maneskin-dimensione

#writing tag #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi blurb #october prompt bonanza

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sweethartlullaby · 4 months

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you, among the art vi

word count: 1269 genre/theme: fluff and angst later, sculpting series, graduate student and her professor/supervisor, female and male pairing as always, imagine whoever you would like... find part vii here sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist

She looks as nervous as he feels. She was great in there but he can’t get rid of the swirling in his stomach. However, nerves aren’t unusual after presenting your final project.

The very one that determines the path you might take after graduation.

“What if they didn’t like it?” She asks for the hundredth time. He pushes himself off the wall and places his hands on her shoulders, stopping her pacing.

“I’m sure they did. You did great, okay?” He tries to crack a smile and she lets out a heavy breath, pressing a palm to her forehead. This isn’t a first for him, seeing his graduating student in distress. However, watching her in distress makes him wish that he could go in there and rush his colleagues.

“I’m sure it will be fine.” He bends down to meet her eyes and although the doubt is heavily weighing on them, she nods anyway. Just as he straightens his back, she pulls his body onto hers. His eyes quickly dart around, making sure no one is looking.

“Someone is going to-”

“Just for thirty seconds. Just to stop shaking.” She murmurs as she buries her head into his chest. He’s a precise person. However, even when he knows the thirty seconds have passed, he lets her hold him anyway and he runs his palm up and down her back slowly. When she finally pulls away, he feels cold.

“Thank you.” He grins down at her.

They wait for about five more minutes until someone steps out and invites her back in. The applause from inside the room is all he needs to feel the rush of relief. She comes out with the biggest smile she has ever worn and all he says is “I told you so.”

“Is that what people really think of me?” He furrows his eyebrows but his smile denies any anger.

“Yes! People are so afraid of you and they were warning me about asking you to be my supervisor.” She takes another swig of her drink. Even with the warm light illuminating the room, her rosy pink cheeks still shine through. “Didn’t you make your previous student cry?”

“In my defense,” He places a hand on his chest. “She was not taking her project seriously at all.” She laughs.

“I’m so,” She breathes out and throws her head back. “I’m so relieved it’s over.” She says and he smiles at her. Perhaps it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s the snow outside that’s making her look even more beautiful than she needs to be to make his heart skip a beat.

When he saw her on that date, all he felt was this crushing feeling. He knew they would have never worked, not as long as they were still working together. But seeing her with someone else made it feel real. It seemed like there was truly no way out of this besides to erase her from his mind.

But he’s sitting beside her now and all he can think about is reaching for her hand, grabbing her face to press his lips against hers, tucking her hair behind her cheeks, and feeling the warmth of her skin against his. All he wants with her is to be closer.

“I don’t know if I can ask this but,” She swallows. “Your dad mentioned a fiance at the gala.” His thoughts stop and he feels the air still. She must have noticed the change in his demeanor because she hesitates.

“Go on.” He assures her.

“Well, you never mentioned having one. And I mean, if you do, why are you here?” She asks slowly and he takes another sip of his wine.

“I told him that if I were to get married, it would be after I am done with my work. He promised me seven more years.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Five and a half years ago.” He says and the silence that follows carves a hole into his heart. To him, his work was his life. He didn’t want anything else. He didn’t feel enough love to understand it. An arranged marriage was a way to save his family from him. He sees it as an obligation and nothing else. Everything has a purpose. Love isn’t a purpose. It isn’t a reason to stop yourself from going to greater heights.

At least, that’s what he used to think.

He believes that she is the reason for the change of his mind. She almost makes him believe that it can be purposeful, that to burn for someone can mean something more than delirious passion. She’s his breath of fresh air. It feels as if she was the hand that saved him that night, the one that pulled him from the water. He doesn’t know if it’s love, it’s too soon to tell. But he feels it, he feels the urge to abandon everything that is his name just to be with her. He feels the battle against his rules.

“Have you at least spoken to her? Your fiance, I mean.” He nods.

“We met when it was decided all those years ago.”

“Was she at least mean?” He laughs and shakes his head.

“She was one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.” She nods slowly, pursing her lips. They keep drinking and she talks about her own life. As an only child, her parents have always been supportive of what she wants to do. She was always hesitant about taking a career in art but it was her father that pushed her to do it. She says they give her so much to look forward to in life.

As the night gets later and the number of bottles on the table increases, her cheeks get redder and her words slur more. Even though he drinks slower, he can still start to feel the room sway. All the while, he watches as she gets even more excited after a few drinks. She talks about the ridiculous things that happened in her years at university, her friend, the stupid date she wishes she never went on, and the times she truly felt passionate about her work, one of them being when she started working with him.

“You made me love sculpting even more and I didn’t think that was possible.”

“I do have a tendency to prove people wrong.” He chuckles but she stays silent. Her eyes shift uneasily as she stares at him. She moves and takes a seat closer to him in the booth.

“Can you prove me wrong again?” She whispers and the blush in her cheeks makes her undeniable.

“What is it?” He murmurs, brushing her hair away from her face.

“Tell me this won’t work.” Her eyes start to water.

“What won’t work?” He leans back, not taking his eyes off her. She doesn’t say anything and just collapses onto him, nesting her face in the space between his neck and collarbone.

“Another thirty seconds?” He murmurs, stroking her hair.

“Longer.”

“One minute?”

“Longer.”

“All night?”

“Longer.” He laughs a little and leans his cheek on the top of her head.

“You’re a wonder, you know that?” He whispers. She is silent for a while and then he feels her speak into his chest.

“Don’t confuse me. I don’t want someone who doesn’t want me.” His hand stops and everything pauses. The words on the tip of his tongue can’t come out either. When he finally exhales again, he purses his lips to stop himself.

As much as he wants to, he can’t bring himself to say it.

Not now.

a/n: yipee ka yay! i'd love to hear who you have been imagining this whole time

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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Could I request some soft Setsuno smut? I really need something comforting to distract my grieving..

(I’m so sorry to hear you’re going through something right now. I sure hope this can help cheer you up even if just a little bit. Much love!!!)

~Days Too Long~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-”Are you busy right now?” Oh how he came to dread these words for the past week. It seemed like he would be cursed, stuck here at the Hassaikai forever. It didn’t help that you were going through your own battles at the moment. All he could offer you was a few phone calls and some text messages. He would much rather be by your side, holding you and consoling you right now. Instead he was busy picking up the slack from his fellow yakuza member. “Damn you Nemoto for getting the flu.” Toya has said this sentence at least twice a day for the entire week’s time. Why did it have to be him of all people to fill in for Shin? Why can’t it just be Mimic or Tengai or even Hojo for crying out loud?! He didn’t even bother bringing it up to Overhaul since it’s not likely the boss would even understand. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘just get the work done’ rather than allowing for Toya to take the day off to console you.

-When he’d returned home later that evening he frowned at seeing you bundled underneath the blankets. How long had you waited for him to get off today? He didn’t wake you up since he knew you likely needed the rest, but it was hard on him not even being able to speak to you. Imagine the surprise when you rolled over and stared at him. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and began stroking along your cheek. “Your eyes are all puffy baby. Have you been crying again?” A dumb question sure, but he asked it just to hear your voice more than likely. “yea...” you croaked out. He grimaced before standing up and slipping off his shoes, sliding into bed with you and taking the opportunity to hold his love tightly to his chest. You rolled once more to look up and face him. “Ew, you didn’t even take off your clothes and shower?” You joked weakly. He smiled and shook his head. “I forgot I guess.” A lie, a joke he returned back at you. It was nice to see you smile and hear your laugh again, even if it was a bit feeble.

-”I’m sorry I haven’t really been here for you this week Y/N. Nemoto got really sick so I’ve been covering all his shifts for him.” Setsuno apologized before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Oh no, poor Shin. I sure hope he’s okay? Is it Covid maybe?” Setsuno chuckled quietly. “You’re going through some shit and still worried about the wellbeing of someone else? God, you’re an angel you know that? Anyway, no it’s nothing like that. It’s the flu apparently. From what I hear, he’s doing okay. I figure he’s just resting up or something. I feel bad for saying this but I wish he’s hurry up and come back to work so I can get a break. I miss you yknow?” Setsuno grumbled a little bit. “You’re not selfish for wanting a break. I can totally understand. I’m okay here without you though. You don’t need to apologize so much for not being here. I get it. I mean, shit yeah I’m sad or whatever...but I know you didn’t abandon me. I can see it in your eyes, cut it out right now.” You scolded him and he sniffled. “Yeah...sorry haha.”

-For a while the room was silent save for the sounds of your lips meeting with one another. It’s hard to say just how you’d both ended up in this position. A simple kiss between lovers turned into a full make-out session fairly quick. It was nice considering it was a distraction for the both of you from the outside world. A self-set pace where you two could do as you pleased as you ignored everything else. In the back of his mind, Setsuno strengthened his resolve to make sure he got your mind off things for a while...and to make it up to you for being absent for the past week. So he kicked it up into high gear and shifted the atmosphere to something a bit steamier. You caught on almost immediately when his lips left yours and began to focus on your neck and surrounding areas instead. His hands wrapped themselves in yours, holding firmly yet not too tight. He soon found himself towering over you, blond hair tucked behind his ears as he trained his eyes on your body beneath him. You hadn’t found a single word to complain...it’s not as if you wanted to anyway.

-You’d watched as he eased his way out of his clothing. You decided to keep your outfit on considering it was just a big shirt and your underwear (which you’d slipped to the side and let fall from the bed. When he caught a glimpse of them hitting the floor, his cheeks turned a brilliant red. Even after all this time it was the most simple things that you did that made him go absolutely crazy just for you. “Can I?” He asked quietly after he made his way back into the bed. You nodded once and watched him slowly lower his face right where you wanted him the most. He let his tongue do all the work, taking care of you as if his life depended on it. His hands gently trailed up and down your sides while he tasted you, listening to the syrupy sweet moans just for him. Finally his hands settled on your hips, gripping them slightly and holding them in place as he tried to pathetically cease your writhing. You were getting close and he knew it. He was not one to hold you back from getting off. (Edging was usually done on him instead of the opposite) He watched and listened closely as you came for him. That usually swell in his heart welcomed its way right back in when he thought of the way he and ONLY he could make you feel. His eyes were so full of love for you that you can barely catch the lust seeping through. He wanted to get off too...he deserved it after the week he’d been through.

-You reached a shaky hand upward and gently cupped his cheek to the underneath of his chin. “Your turn.”

#I hope this was okay!#I tried to make it soft and fluffy!#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #setsuno toya #toya setsuno smut #toya setsuno #yakuza #eight bullets #Eight Precepts of Death #eight expendables #eightfold cleansers #shie hassaikai #minors dni #minor dni #Smut

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nrrrdgrrrl2002 · 1 year

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Of Mutants And Monsters

Continuing New Developments

“So what happened?” Middy asked as she shone a light in one of Casey’s new eyes.

“I don’t know! I just.. woke up with these things!” Casey exclaimed, still tense with worry. Middy turned off her flashlight and put it away.

“I’m gonna get a blood sample from you to be checked” she said as she pulled out a needle. Casey layed a hand on the ramp near her.

She took one of his fingers and poked it with a needle, black blood filling the tube.

Casey looked away for a moment, thinking. He knew the answer, but still felt the need to ask.

“Do you know what might be happening?” He asked her. She looked up at him as she removed the needle.

“Technically no. But we have some experience with this with april. For her, half her dna is from an almost lovecraftian seeming alien queen with many limbs and parts and inhuman anatomy so it makes sense for Aprils more humanoid body to develop less and less human traits as she grows.” Middy was saying when she noticed Casey’s confused face.

“Basically Aprils anatomy changes as she gets older due to her alien dna. It’s like puberty for her. It’s possible you have a similar situation but we don’t know enough about what mutated you to understand why” she finished.

“So I could turn into a mindless mega monster?” Casey asked, clearly anxious. Middy didn’t want to lie but..

“I can’t say no” she started, causing Casey to let out an anxious groan. “But that’s a bit extreme at the moment” she finished.

Casey lied his head on the ramp while clutching his hair. “So it could happen?” He asked as he looked at her.

Middy sighed. “Yes. It could” she said, deciding to tell the truth. “But that doesn’t mean it will. You’re a good kid. You shouldn’t feel constantly worried about this” she said.

“Well I also shouldn’t have to worry about crushing a bunch of people cause I tripped yet here we are!” He argued.

“I know. My situation wasn’t as bad but I was a teenager who had to worry about things a teenager shouldn’t too” middy responded.

“Then you should know not worrying is a lot easier said than done” Casey said. Middy tilted her head and looked at him.

“Is there something else going on?” She asked as she inverted the tube of blood. Casey grumbled and looked away from her.

“Nah it’s fine. I’m not allowed to be emotional anyway” he let slip. “What makes you think that?” Middy asked, knowing possibly why.

Casey grumbled.

You may as well just say it

“Maybe it’s because everyone acts like me being “moody” is SUCH a problem. Like

“Casey you need to calm down”

“Casey you need to chill out”

“Casey why aren’t you more happy?”

“Casey why are you such a downer?”

“Why don’t you hang out with us more Casey?”

“Why are you being a d••k Casey?”

“You should smile more”

“You should like yourself more”

“You should just accept your mutation”

“You should just accept being a monster”

“You should just accept everyone around you being as fragile as glass to you now”

“You should just accept never being able to have proper interactions with others again””

Casey stood up and clenched his fist as he got angry.

“Well what if I don’t wanna be calm? What if I don’t wanna accept being a freak?

What are you gonna do about it? Huh?

If I should accept being a giant monster, why should I listen to someone I could squash under my foot?”

Middy looked at him pace as she listened. She couldn’t help having a sad face as she saw him with a pushed off smile, looking like he was about to cry.

“What are you gonna do if I snap anyway? Kill me? Well at least I won’t have to live like this!” He stopped when he realized what his last sentence was.

Middys eyes widened slightly.

Oh great. Now she was gonna think he’s unwell.

He thought as he looked at her like he did something wrong.

“Casey..” she started.

Here it comes

“Why don’t you come here for a moment” she said as she gestured him to come closer.

Casey bit his lip and looked up as he reluctantly went closer. He layed his arms on the ramp and layed his head on his arms.

“Case” middy started as she walked closer to him. He slowly turned his head to look at her.

“Do you wanna die?” She asked. Casey looked at her and then looked away. He sighed.

“No” he responded. “I just..” he tried to continue despite his shaky tone.

“I don’t wanna live like this” he finished, hiding his face. Middy rubbed his hair.

“I know” she said. She noticed she was still holding the tube. “I’m gonna go get this checked out. I’ll get back to you as soon as anything is discovered” she told as she turned to leave.

Casey nodded, still not looking at her.

Stupid

Why’d he have to be such a loudmouth?

She probably thought he was a crazy beast

Why couldn’t he just suck it up and deal with it?

He got up and crossed his arms as he walked off, looking down.

They were right

Dad was right”

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 casey jones #of mutants and monsters

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kpophubb · 1 year

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Hi lovely ☀ I'm so happy to hear from you, this week I was literally checking your Tumblr five times per day with my tags. I miss you so much and this week I also needed you so much, but it's okay💛 I'm so sad that you are sick😿😿 I thought you recovered but you mentioned that you don't feel good and I'm just so sad about this(((

Honestly this week I have my period, and I have to take 💊 every single day because it's just so painful 😔so I think we could have some sick party together😹

I had an exam last week which I failed, but I was so confident but I failed and my manager was so stressful and is pressuring me so much😮‍💨🤕🥴

How were your weekends? Today is Sunday and I just don't feel anything ...tomorrow I have to start work again and it's not tomorrow even it's like in 6 hours(((

Today I talked to my grandma and the second time during this 10 months and she's not doing good and mental health is bad she's pretty messed up 😣😭I'm watching this one movie now and it just reminds me of some Horrors that have been through and how lucky I am to actually Escape. ironically the movie is called No Escape. The movie is so well done tho 😭😭💔😢🥺

I Never thought these things would ever happen to me.. or would ever happen in my reality 😔😔I am just so shocked that this happened and they're still consequences and I just don't want to be a part of this you know❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹💔 I wish all of this was just a nightmare and I wake up tomorrow and everything is like before

I actually wanted to send you a short message just wish you could have happy Monday and better week 😭😢🥺🥺🥺💛💛

Stay strong baby I am just so thankful that you exist thank you for all the love you give me💛

Thank you for hyunnies gifs and quotes 🤗💗 I miss you so badly

You probably have no idea and will never understand the way you helped me during this sickness period of my life😔❤️‍🩹💗 thank you so much for saving your hyunnie lixie. Please get well soon

🐁

Hi hi hi my love 🥺🤍 tumblr has been mean to me with my other asks since they crash when I make em too long (?) and can’t be edited later so here we go!😭 keeping it short but ilysm 💗 and value every little bit u say ~

First of all don’t worry about me, I’m doing better now altho I skipped my medication yesterday bc I thought I got better but apparently it made my sickness worse and took away my good night’s sleep 💔 but anyway I’m mentally active now..how are you feeling baby?:( is your period pain GONE?? I’m so sorry for being ia I’m here now promise ☀️💛🫂

The movie seems so strong..and really pain invoking and lesson learning is it on Netflix? If so, I’d love to watch while trying to understand you..

Aah it’s getting hectic for you I can say :( no sleep and so much work 😭 but I really hope smh u get a break soon and can rest as much as you need anonie. <3

I can understand about the whole nightmare part. Altho I have not been in such an intense situation like you (that’s why I give it to u always that you’re super strong bc you are my love) but I have had super dark times too and I can relate to that part where I’d be terrified and cry myself to sleep everyday and beg whatever deity was listening to make it better tomorrow and make it all vanish..but everyday I woke up and nothing changed and that made me feel devastated and made me feel like I was better off gone 💔

but I sincerely hope like me a time comes in your life where everyday would feel as good as a dream where you keep wishing you never wake up from the happiness..💖 the things of the past will never really leave u and even tho the shackles are gone someday and you’re free to walk forward, the scary marks will still be there to your feet. But look baby, slowly you’re healing even if it’s at a micro pace, getting a job, connecting w your family member (grandma) and slowly getting up even tho the suffocating feeling still haunts u, it’s slowly leading to a betterment. Like this, I’m sure you will walk towards light, love and happiness soon. Just faith it till u make it okay??

exams Are shitty..and it’s so disappointing to fail after giving your best it’s like realising your best never amounted to anything but hey love remember what I told u? “Human beings are filled w crazy potential even if you feel like u gave your best today you could still wake up tomorrow and try harder.” So keep your chin high, take a deep breath and try hard again. 💘 every success comes with ten failures, remember that.

and lastly I’ll always be here to save u and pull you up just like lixie does for hyunjin. It’s a promise, not a fancy statement. And I keep my words always. I love you sm and I couldn’t add the last quote bc that post isn’t working anymore but it was..

“The world doesn’t matter. YOU matter. 💛☀️..”♡♡

#mia’s asks #stay 💌#🐁 anonie

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