#because he would hurt my feelings. i didn't care about my body. fighting was NORMAL right

[strawberriescherrieskiwi]

HC of Timmy characters accidentally hurting you/scaring you. Give me the angyst

Let me know if you want me to turn any of these into full fics.

Paul

Paul didn't mean to. He was upset and over people trying to pull him every which way and you happened to try to comfort him.

He was annoyed and just wanted to be alone. You were trying to talk to him. To get him to talk to you.

In his anger, he loses his cool and uses the voice on you. "Just Shut up."

He regrets it the moment that he realizes what he did. Your eyes tear up and you are heartbroken. When Paul goes to grab you, you pull away from him.

"Please. I'm sorry," he whispered brokenly. You scoffed and walked out of the room.

Laurie

To say you were insecure when it came to the March sisters. They were so beautiful and talented and they had known Laurie a lot longer than you had.

You always worried that he would pick them over you and your fears came true when you were in need of Laurie and he was nowhere to be found.

You had just had your second child. Having a toddler and a newborn was stressful enough without your husband gone at the drop of a hat when one of the Marches needed him.

It was a particularly rough day with your toddler whining for Lauire all day and your newborn refusing to lack on to your nipple. You were overwhelmed and you needed Laurie.

He didn't come home until later that evening after the two children were finally settled down. You were exhausted and upset with him And you started fighting. You complained he was never home. He said you were overreacting and that Jo had needed his help and he couldn't abandon her.

"So you can abandon me? Your wife and your children?" Laurie just rolled his eyes and continued to get undressed. But you weren't done you. You continued to fight until you asked him if you cared more about them than he did your family.

In a fit of anger, he shouted "Of course they. Are they my family? I've known them my whole life."

His shouting woke the baby and you shut down. A tear rolled down your face. "Fine, if they are your family then leave and be with them." and then you walked out of the bedroom to tend to your baby.

Hal

Hal was not himself. He was meaner than normal. Everyone walked on eggshells around the King.

You never walked on eggshells. You liked how harsh he was. It was one of the reasons you loved him. And he never turned that harshness onto you.

Until he did one night. He was upset and yelling at everyone. He came into the room throwing things and shouting. You were getting out of the tub when he started.

You had never seen him this upset before. He flipped the table over and tossed his crown to the floor. He didn't know you were in the room.

"Useless staff, useless couriers, useless wife," he ranted tossing things around. You were hurt by his words and before you could argue with him, he tossed a glass vase against the wall and a piece of glass cut your face.

You gasped cupping your cheek. "Hal," you shouted, pulling your hand back and seeing the blood drip down.

Hal is frozen when he sees your bleeding face. He doesn't know what to do or say. All his frustration melts away when he looks at you. His Queen. Hurt and bleeding because of him and his temper.

"My love-" he starts, but you cut him off. "No. Just get out. Now," you ordered.

And for once he listens.

Lee

"Lee?" You questioned in horror as you saw your boyfriend tear into the throat of the man who catcalled you earlier today. Lee froze and turned to face you dropping the now dead man to the ground.

"Baby... what are you doing here?" He asked trying to hide the panic out of his tone.

"I-I-," you couldn't even get your words out. You couldn't stop looking at the blood on his face. Or the body at his feet. Fear froze your blood and you started to shake.

Lee took a step closer to you only for you to take a few to get away from him. "Please," you begged.

"Don't be afraid of me," he begged in return. He could feel his heart breaking looking at the fear in your eyes.

"Don't come any closer," you said tears not running down your face. You couldn't believe what was happening. You had been with Lee for years and you never thought. You felt bile rise in your throat.

"Baby don't be upset with me. Let me explain."

You shook your head and took another step back. And another, until you were running down the street as fast as you could.

Wonka

He didn't mean to upset you. He never wanted to hurt or upset you. You are his life. Everything he does is for your future. So you two can have your dream lives.

So he gets a bit obsessed with his work sometimes. He gets in the zone and does not like to be disturbed. His chocolate making is important to him and he took it very seriously.

But you were his sweet tart and he never meant to yell at you. To imply that his work was more important than you, but that is exactly what he did.

He missed dinner. Not just any dinner but your anniversary dinner. And left you sitting in a restaurant by yourself for an hour. You weren't angry when you left the restaurant. You weren't angry when you arrived at the factory and he was completely shocked to see him.

You were defeated and disappointed. Your tears didn't start to fall until he dismissed you and told you he had a lot of work to do. You cried when you reminded him of your anniversary and he only stared back at you blankly.

It was too much. You asked him if thought about you even once today. Willy was nothing if not truthful and told you no. Not to hurt you, but because it was true. He was in the lab all day and thought of nothing but chocolate.

It was only when you were walking out of the factory and ignoring his pleas did he realized how much he messed up.

Kyle

Kyle was an asshole. That was never in question. He was aloof and rarely thought about other people. You were the only person he truly cared about.

You were his best friend. And unknown to him, the love of his life. He wished he knew that before he fucked up. Before he hooked up with you and then ignored you for two weeks.

He was selfish. He cared about himself and for two weeks he couldn't understand the feelings he felt for you. So he shut down. He refused to talk to you and when you approached him he just turned and walked away.

Your friendship was non-existence and only worsened when he showed up to your birthday party like nothing happened between the two of you with a date.

You took him outside, screaming at him. Calling him every name under the sun. And for his part, he stood back with his arms crossed and smoked a cigarette.

"You are a monster, Kyle Scheible. I love you. You have to know that right? Everyone knows that. But you don't care. You don't care about anyone but yourself. I am done with you and all your selfishness. Don't ever speak to me again."

It was as your tear-streamed face turned away from him that he realized that he loved you and he ruined everything.

#timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet imagines #prince hal x reader #laurie laurence x reader #lee bones and all imagines #kyle scheible x reader #willy wonka x reader #paul atreides x reader #timothee x reader #willy wonka imagines #paul atreides imagine

[euphoricwritez]

★ Virgin ★

ethan landry

cw: FEM READER!!! major nsfw, blowjobs, protected p in v, slight bondage ig u could say, hair pulling, loud ethan, make outs, he really likes ur boobs, name calling (slut), overstimulation, riding, shit writing

you and ethan were laying down on his bed watching a movie. everything was normal and quiet, but you decided to finally shoot your shot. "hey ethan," you started, "can i ask you something?" he looked at you, " yeah of course," "it's a bit weird," "just ask me" "have you ever had sex?" you don't know where you got so bold from, maybe it was the fact it was 3 am, no one acts sane at this time. he choked on his own spit, sending him into a coughing fit. "why- why do you ask?" "because i want to have sex with you," you both roughly started kissing, the feeling of relief, and need. you grabbing at his hair and him at your waist. you pulled at his hair, something you both fantasized about for months. he let out the cutest whimpers that made you feel so wet. the way he was desperately feeling up your sides made you feel so horny. you pulled back from the kiss and took his hands and placed them on the hem of your shirt. "go on baby, take it off for me will ya?" he suddenly felt any bit of boldness go away. it was one thing to run his hands down your sides and what not, but he has never done anything like this before, especially not with the person he's loved forever. "don't be shy" whispering in his ear. he slowly lifted his hands, with your shirt riding up until it was discarded somewhere else. "give me your hands, love," you took his hands into yours once again and placed them onto your chest, slowly moving them down onto your tits. he looked at you like he wanted to say something but he couldn't find the right words to say. his hands slowly reaching to the back of your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall. you pulled him back into the kiss, his hands messing with your boobs. his body was on fire, he didn't think this would happen, ever, especially not with you. your tongue reached into his mouth, his beautiful whines keeping you going. you pulled back once again causing him to whimper. you suddenly went to kiss his neck, gentle and rough at the same time. in between kisses you said, "you know-" one kiss, "you never answered my question," you bit down on his neck, specifically on his adams apple, sure to leave a mark. he quietly moaned and you reached down to his bulge, slowly palming him. "are you a virgin or not?" you whispered. through moans and gasps he was able to respond with a quiet "yes." you kept on giving him marks all over his neck, not caring for the next day. "p-please, it- it hurts." "don't worry baby, i'll take care of you." you motioned for him to sit at the edge of the bed, although the was confused he obeyed. when you dropped to your knees, you unzipped his jeans and teased him through his underwear. "i know baby," you rubbed his thigh softly, your other hand slowly creeping up to the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them off. you looked up at him and saw him already staring, he felt as if he had fever. you admired his beautiful cock, the pretty red tip that leaked out precum. you slowly snaked your hand around the base, lazily pumping it. he covered his mouth to try to fight back his loud moans. "no, let me hear you. i want to hear how good i make you feel," you sped up your ministrations as you held the hand he was using to cover his mouth. after working him for a bit, you finally put him in your mouth. as soon as you did, he let out a choked mixture of a moan and a whine. he was spouting out gibberish at this point, but you were no where near done. you sucked on his tip, letting your tongue lick the slit. he tasted so good it was unbelievably. you hungrily took in the rest of his cock, causing his whole body to shake. his hands were clutching the bed sheets. "ohmygodohmygod please!" he moaned out. you took him out of your mouth to ask "please what?" his embarrassed face could only whisper out "fuck me, please..." that was so fucking hot you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. you pushed him back on the bed and you got up from your knees, quickly getting rid of the rest of your clothes. "you don't know how long i've been thinking about this, ethan," you whispered and

he covered his face in embarrassment. you sat on his thighs, starting to tell him about all the times you got off to the thought of him. you slowly lifted yourself up and hovered over his cock. he was staring daggers into you, his face contorted into a face with need. you looked at him as if asking him if he was ready. "please..." he said again, his voice exasperated. you reached for the condom you kept in your bag just in case this ever happened and put it on him. as soon as it was on, he watched as his cock slowly disappeared into your pussy. he moaned not only at the feeling of you, but the view of you. you slowly started bouncing and he couldn't hold back his moaning, his hands reaching for your tits again. you grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his hand and he whined. "i know you're desperate but you don't have to be such a slut ethan..." increasing your pace. he felt his stomach do flips at the name. you felt his cock twitch inside you. "aw did you like that name? are you a slut for me?" "yes! p- please i'm gonna cum!" with one last bounce, he came with a loud moan of your name. once you got off of him, he pulled you down next to him. you gave him a small kiss. he seemed exhausted but before he fell asleep he said, "thanks for taking my virginity..."

EW THIS SUCKS ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

#dom reader #ethan landry #ethan bailey #possible first sub ethan smut? #scream #scream 6 #ghostface #sub character #sub ethan landry #this sux #shit writing

[httpskuzuu]

if your not busy then can you make more yandere chuuya l'm down bad for him lol!😭

The best gift

can we give reader a therapy session? thanks

Yandere!Chuuya x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes

summary: Chuuya just wants to make you happy (I love that man)

tw: failed escape attempt, mention of punishment, broken leg, feelings of abandonment? idk

He couldn't be more fed up with you.

I mean, he loves you, but the fact that you are always unwilling to correspond to him is something that really hurts him deeply.

He even thought of locking you up in complete darkness, no light, no food. He wanted you to crawl to him afterward and ask him to get you out. He wanted to make you say you loved him.

He never got around to putting that plan into action, obviously. He's not that horrible! He's not a monster. He really loves you.

Sure anyone would put you through the most grotesque tortures to make you submissive. But he was different, you should appreciate him more.

As much as he knows you have reasons, he still finds it completely overkill because, come on, you have everything you want just by asking nicely! Everything but freedom, of course.

You want expensive clothes? Okay. You want diamond jewelry? In less than five seconds, you'll have them in your hands. Want to travel to exotic destinations? He's taking you, just don't leave his side.

All he asks is a little obedience from you, it's not that hard, is it? He's looking out for your happiness too, the more submission from you, the better quality of life. It's a win-win.

But you didn't seem to understand that.

You were in bed, lying there, not wanting to move an inch of your body. Chuuya broke your leg just two days ago. The pain was unbearable.

You didn't talk to him since that, well, except for the moment he broke it. You cried to him and begged him, as silly as it sounds, to make the pain stop.

You wished Chuuya was some mythical God so he could fulfill your earlier request.

The pain didn't make you think well, so you were crying to Chuuya, talking about your cat and how much you missed him. Chuuya was by your side, stroking your hair, listening to you attentively.

You always mentioned your cat, how you wanted him with you now, how much you loved him. In fact, most of the time when an argument happened, it was because you mentioned that you wanted to go home with your cat!

Was an animal really that important to you? Well, if it made you happy, Chuuya would bring it home. Maybe then you'd stop crying randomly throughout the day, or fighting him. Imagining you, a fighter, turning into someone with a more passive behavior just because of a cat, drove him crazy.

Chuuya warned you that he was leaving, but that he would be back quickly, he left you a pain pill along with a glass of water. He hoped you would notice that he was not so cruel, after all, he could have left you lying on the floor, with two broken legs instead of just one, as was his idea at the beginning.

You were left alone in the house. You had never felt more lonely and bad in your life. Your friends, your family, your pet, what will become of them?

You feel miserable, left to your own devices. Why didn't they come for you? Did they care about you in the first place? You were sure there should have been an investigation into your disappearance by now, but what if there wasn't? What if you weren't important enough to them?

Were you that hard to love? But Chuuya loved you, in an obsessive way, but he did. Wouldn't that be the purest kind of love?

You don't know why you keep fighting, but it's something normal in you, like something wrapped in your DNA. You feel attacked, helpless, by something bigger that can't be stopped, so you grit your teeth trying to feel safe. It's not working the same for you anymore.

You didn't try to escape because this life was bad. You tried to escape because you didn't want to be forgotten by others. What kind of life is one in which you are a ghost trapped?

But you are not selfish, you hope they are doing well. You hope they have the happiness you can't seem to achieve.

You cried until you heard the door open. You hadn't noticed that Chuuya had come home.

You looked at him for a few seconds, he had with him a black gift box, tied with a ribbon. You didn't want gifts, you didn't want jewelry that could buy you.

Sure, that was until you heard a meow come out of the box. You stopped crying almost automatically and looked at it in surprise. You could even feel the glint settling in your eyes.

Chuuya pretended not to hear the meowing. "Why didn't you take the pill? You can't complain about the pain and then be stubborn enough not to take it."

"What's in the box?"

"A present for you. I thought it might make you happier." He sat on the edge of the bed, resting the box on his legs. "You know, I don't like to see you cry."

His gloved hand reaches to your cheek and wipes away the tears. There is an impulse in your body to fight, to refuse to be touched, but you stayed still.

Chuuya put the box on the bed next to you. You struggle and manage to sit up in bed, your leg throbbing with pain, but you ignore it. You have more important things to do now.

You don't even look at Chuuya for approval to open the box, you just open it. And there it is, your faithful friend who always stood by your side. Your cat.

You cry again.

Your cat seems happy to see you again, he nuzzles his head against your hand affectionately and meows at you. You take him in your arms and hug him.

"Do you like the present?" Chuuya's voice comes through in the place only ruled by your sobs. Of course you like it, how could you not? You missed this kitten so much, it had been so long since you hadn't seen him.

You nod your head. "Very much, I like it very much. Thank you Chuuya." Your voice shakes from the sobs, but that doesn't matter anymore.

You don't have to keep staying defensive when you have a friend with you.

"I thought maybe your cat could help you to be calmer, to stop fighting."

There was always something hidden. Chuuya wanted to see you happy, of course, but if he could gain some of that happiness from you, he would gladly do so.

You nod again. "Yes, it will help me." You wipe the tears from your cheeks as you smile.

It looks like you're both happy for once.

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #yandere bsd #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #yandere chuuya #chuuya #chuuya nakahara

[hopelessromantic423]

When The Anxiety Is Too Much

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Anxious!Reader

Summary: On a day when your anxiety is getting to you, Bucky comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety. Angst. Fluff. Nickname, buttercup used once.

A/N: Anxiety looks different on everybody, but this is what it feels like to me sometimes. Maybe I’m not the only one, but this was a scenario I created in my silly little brain.

To Bucky, you were sunshine. The second you walked in a room, his day got a little bit better. That's one of the reasons he fell in love with you. Luckily, you had fallen just as hard and were taking the beginning steps at dating. You two had been on about three dates and Bucky was over the moon.

Hey buttercup, wondering if you wanted to get takeout and watch a movie tonight?

Bucky sent the text around 10am, knowing you were awake. He sat with a smile for a few moments and then went into the team meeting scheduled at the time.

Once the meeting had ended, you still had not answered. Which is odd because you usually answered around this time, and you hadn't told him you would be busy. He decided to call. You didn't answer.

He brushed it off. Probably just a miscommunication. His thoughts went wild for one minute thinking of scenarios, but then he took a deep breath and reminded himself you were probably okay.

The entire day he was checking his phone every few minutes to see if you had responded. Then he called about five or more times to see if you were alright. Finally, he decided to check on you.

"(Y/N), it's Bucky."

You opened the door with an anxious look on your face. Like the last thing you wanted to see was Bucky. Bucky scanned your body up and down like it was an ops mission and you came from enemy lines. No blood, no bruises, no clattering from inside the apartment. Normal.

"Hey," Bucky said in a soft tone. His eyes were worried but soft as he smiled at you.

"I'm sorry Buck, it's just- I saw your text, I did. My mind it went into a thousand circles and I couldn't answ-"

You were cut off by your words being muffled by the warmth that was Bucky Barnes embrace. "I'm glad you're okay," he whispered before placing a kiss on your forehead, holding you so tight he was afraid he could hurt you.

You didn't fight back or saying anything, you just reciprocated the hug and shed a few tears on his leather jacket. You forgot how nice it was for someone to care about you like this.

"Can I come in?" Bucky continued his soft tone as he pulled away, which made you feel like a million butterflies were in your stomach.

"Yea, of course," you muttered.

He gave you an assuring soft smile while taking your hand in his and stepping towards the doorframe. He made his entrance and you closed the door behind you. Bucky took a few steps, peeking in your bedroom to make sure there were no intruders.

"You're not in any danger?" He asked in all seriousness. A little line formed in between his eyebrows as he continued his concerned stare.

"I'm safe Buck, really. My mind is what's playing tricks on me."

Bucky took a deep breath and gave you a look that wasn’t pity or sad, it was of understanding. "Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to if you don't-"

"Will you sit with me on the couch?” Your expression was nervous and anxious as you interrupted, like Bucky could walk out the door at any moment if you didn’t say what needed to be said.

Bucky nodded with a soft smile, pacing towards you and grabbing your hand. He lightly tugged you to the couch and led you so that you were sitting on his lap. His left arm protectively wrapped around your waist and the right stayed intertwined with yours.

"I have anxiety," you said matter of factly, with a thin layer of unconfident mixed in. "Sometimes that anxiety makes me push people away, and do things that I usually don't want to do."

Bucky listened intently, his thumb continually brushed lightly against your skin as you spoke timidly. He knew the feeling all too well, he just didn't expect someone so full of sunshine would be able to feel that too.

"Today was pretty bad, I wanted to answer but I got into a spiral and that led to me throwing my phone across the room and not looking at it all day."

"It's okay (Y/N), thank you for telling me," Bucky assured, moving his hand to brush up and down your back.

"There's days where I don't even want to get out of bed," Bucky muttered.

"So, what do I do if today happens again."

"We work on it, but talking to your therapist about this would be a step in the right direction."

"Here," Bucky lightly set you off his lap and stood up. "I want you to lay down."

"Don't get any ideas Barnes," you teased with a smirk.

"Ha ha," he deadpanned and he leaned down to kiss you lightly on the lips before laying down on top of you. Most of his weight was on you, but not enough where you couldn't breath.

"This feels nice," you mumbled as the pressure made your thoughts ten times lighter. Bucky let out a deep chuckled while leaning to grab the television remote.

“How about a movie?” He suggested.

“Perfect,” you hummed while placing your hands in Bucky’s hair to play with the brunette curls.

That’s what you did. The two of you laid together and watched a movie together, which you didn’t expect would be happening only a few hours before. It was nice that someone finally understood you, and that someone could help you through it one step at a time.

#reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #Bucky Barnes x angst #marvel #bucky fanfic #fanfiction #bucky oneshot #Bucky Barnes x Anxious!reader #bucky fic #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n

[jongbross]

you got me so crazy. (oh sehun x f!reader)

pairing: oh sehun x female reader

word count: 3,4k

genre: smut, maybe angst? idk

warnings: language, mature themes, description of sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), sehun is kinda insecure but also an assh*le (but so is reader)

a/n: i don't know what i'm doing, but i hope y'all like it.

sehun walked into the bedroom, on his face, the same annoyed expression he had on last night while fighting with you. his body language didn't help either, as his fists were closed on each side of his body and his steps were heavy. although still mad, he took a deep breath when he saw you awake, scrolling through your phone.

his shoulders relaxed a little bit and, for a brief moment, he closed his eyes before speaking. he didn't want his voice to come out raspy or rude.

"i'm gonna make some breakfast before heading to work. you want some?", sehun asked in the most normal, soft tone he could. he was still mad for your behavior, for making him sleep on the couch, but he didn't wanna fight anymore.

so when you didn't answer him, when you didn't even look at his direction, he scoffed. of course you would be the childish one and not talk to him. 

"you're gonna give me the silent treatment now?", he asked, still not getting a single motion from you. "okay. fine. fight on your own then, i'm not gonna take part in this stupidity."

sehun turned to walk away, but stopped on his heels when he heard your voice 

"oh, so now i'm stupid?"

"oh, so now you're talking to me?", he mocked your tone.

you sit down on the bed, staring at your horribly stubborn, sarcastic boyfriend.

"i shouldn't be. you deserve all the silent treatment in the world right now, sehun."

"yeah, but i'm not the one who made you sleep on the couch on a fucking winter night."

just like he did before, you scoffed. he was unbelievable.

"i can't believe you're hurting over that after what happened last night! oh my god, sehun!"

"y/n, it was just a dinner!"

"no, it was our dinner!"

"and i told you i wouldn't be able to go, so if you still wanted to keep the reservation that's on you", sehun shrugged like he didn't care. he did, though.

"that's not the point", you replied, getting on your feet ready to change for work and run away from that confrontation again.

"then what's the point?"

you didn't answer, you just went around the bedroom picking the outfit you would wear to work. you could loudly hear sehun sighing behind you, his shirt shuffling as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"what's the point, y/n?", he asked again. you started that, but you wouldn't be the one to have the last word on it. "you're not gonna run away from this. what is the point?"

"i'm not running away from anything here."

"then tell me what's the fucking point", sehun elevated his tone just a bit.

"you left me there!", you shouted, patience short now. "all you can think about is your fucking work, so you left me there! because you don't truly care about having a girlfriend or even having a life outside your so perfect career. nothing else matters to you."

a moment of silence went by. you stared sehun dead in the eyes, searching for any sign that he finally understood why you were so upset and feeling so left out.

but when he spoke again, your blood just boiled more.

"oh, please! you're gonna pull that one on me now?", he asked, rolling his eyes.

you needed a moment not to go for his neck. you closed your eyes, sighed in annoyance, and then looked at him again.

"i'm not pulling shit on you", you said, voice louder than just a whisper. 

shaking your head, you walked past sehun and towards the bathroom, heart beating so loud in anger that you were sure he could hear it too.

"at least i wasn't alone", you mumbled.

and in a single movement, you felt sehun grabbing your wrist and pulling you back. he didn't use any strength, he just did it enough to make you stop and look at him again.

"what did you say?"

you sighed, rolling your eyes. oh, so now he cares?

"i said that at least i wasn't alone."

pulling your arm from him, you were back at walking to the bathroom; or at least you thought so. sehun was quicker to take just a few steps before blocking your way, his tall figure between you and the bathroom door.

"you took one of your friends?", he asked, eyes narrowed at you. sehun was always kinda jealous, and you knew that way too well.

his jealousy was never a big problem in your relationship - he knew how to control it and, overall, he trusted you with his life. it was just something about losing you, or even seeing you pay attention to any other person that wasn't himself... he didn't like that. he never did.

"ah, so now you care?", you spoke your earlier thought right in his face now.

"you're so hurt over that dinner, if you took one of your girls then maybe it wasn't that important after all, right?", sehun said in the most provoking way his sarcasm could allow him.

"not one of my girls", so you simply replied, and you knew you got him right there, right now.

you pushed sehun and walked past him, into the bathroom. he watched your movements as you started your morning routine, trying his best not to show you that yeah, you did got him.

"who?", he asked.

"seriously, sehun, i don't wanna do this anymore. i'm tired of fighting."

a brief, lightspeed moment went by. you looked at sehun through the mirror and caught his eyes still narrowed, lips forming a thin line.

"who?", he repeated.

so you sighed, defeated.

"there was this guy at the bar who saw me standing there, alone, pathetically fighting with you on the phone for almost 2 hours. so he came over", you told him. "he was pretty nice."

you didn't actually want to hurt sehun, you would never do that on purpose - you just wanted him to care, to acknowledge how important the dinner was for you, how you really wanted to spend some time with him alone. so when you told him about the guy in the bar, and his jealous posture took place, you knew that that fight was over.

sehun stared at you, not moving at all. he stayed there for what felt like forever, watching your actions, the way you took off your clothes before stepping into the shower. 

the moment he heard the water falling on you, he turned around and walked away.

(...)

for the whole day, you didn't hear from sehun - and neither did he from you. the most complicated thing about your relationship sometimes was that you two were way too proud. arguments could go on for about just an hour, but the weird vibe, the not talking to each other much afterward, could go on for days.

you watched though, the whole day, as he would type something to you on your message app. you saw the indicator "typing..." on the screen for several seconds, sometimes minutes, just to get frustrated everytime sehun gave up and didn't send you anything.

so, for the way he was behaving and from your own feelings inside you, you were surprised to see him waiting for you in his car, outside the building you worked on. he scrolled through his phone casually, windows rolled down and the passenger seat waiting for you.

just as if he felt someone watching him, sehun looked up and found your gaze. he awkwardly waved, putting his phone away and opening the door to the passenger seat to you, in a silent invitation for you to come in. of course you did.

the ride home was silent. sehun sometimes tried to do small talk, but he wasn't the best at it and you knew that; he secretly hoped you would engage in one of the subjects and lead the way into a pleasant, nonchalant talk. you didn't though, still wondering why, all of a sudden, he was acting nice.

"why are you doing this?", you quietly asked when another one of his attempts to talk to you didn't work.

"doing what?"

"playing the nice guy. we were almost at each other's throat this morning."

sehun sighed, stopping at a red light. he didn't look at you when he spoke.

"i just wanted to make it up for being a dick, that's all. i thought that... maybe... we could go home to change and get ready, and then go out to finally have your dinner."

"all of a sudden?"

"it wasn't all of a sudden, y/n."

"yeah, yeah it was!", you cut him off. analyzing sehun's expression as he got back to drive, you didn't find any sign of annoyance nor anger - he just seemed a bit tired, a bit worn off from all the arguing; a bit of regret, maybe. and suddenly, you understood all too well. "is this about the guy in the bar?"

the way sehun grabbed the steering wheel harder didn't go unnoticed. he shook his head though, staring ahead of him.

"nope."

the only thing sehun forgot was that you were his girlfriend for almost 2 years now. you knew him, you knew when something was bothering him.

and, again, you knew how jealous he could get. 

"don't lie to me, sehun", you softly told him.

"i'm not lying."

"so you're not jealous just because a random guy took a move on me?"

sehun gulped, body tensed up. boy, he was wrapped around your finger now.

"i'm not jealous!", he said, in the best casual tone he managed to pull off. he scrunched his nose, hesitating for a moment if he should speak or not. "he... he flirted with you, then?"

you shrugged, looking outside the window for a moment.

"he did a bit", you replied. 

"i thought... i thought he heard you talking to me on the phone."

"i told him i had a boyfriend, but that didn't seem to stop him. especially when..."

you trailed off your thoughts, eyes quickly going back to sehun. you didn’t know if you should say it, if you should finish the sentence. once again, you would never hurt sehun on purpose; but was that hurting? wasn't that just exactly like he always provoked you too?

sehun confusedly looked at you, waiting for you to conclude your thinking.

"especially when...?", he instigated you.

"especially...", you began, biting your lip for a brief moment. well, fuck it. "especially when my boyfriend left me there, all alone."

sehun held his breath at the same time he clenched his jaw. if the fight was over before, when you first mentioned the guy from the bar, then now you were crowned the winner. jealous sehun fully appeared and the little, tiny feeling of guilt he felt (but would never admit it) for canceling the dinner with you were gone - and now the anger for knowing that someone did get your attention and flirted with you when he wasn't around took place.

"he was nice though", you continued, adding more fuel. "we chatted a lot before i decided to come home."

"about what?", sehun asked between teeth, voice not much louder than a groan.

"about life, i guess", you shrugged again, now seeing the house you shared with him getting closer. "just got to know him better."

silence took place then. long seconds went by before sehun finally parked the car inside your garage without saying a word. the flame burning inside his chest, the way he felt his veins hurting and pulsing, everything just pushed his focus into one thing: you.

so when you got out of the car - a very small piece of your brain wondering if you pushed your boyfriend's buttons too far - and the first thing you met was sehun already in front of you, lips crashing in yours and body pressing you against the car's door, you were surprised.

his lips desperately kissed you, tongues intertwining and an urgency emanating from his body that you didn't usually feel. sehun let go of his weight on you, chest raising up and down against your smaller figure as he controlled his breath so he didn't have to stop the kiss.

gosh, he loved your lips.

your hands flew to his neck, fingers tugging his pitch black hair and pulling him closer to you, holding him for dear life. sehun also touched you, wrapping his arms around your hips and not so gently guiding you along the outside of his car. he stopped at the end of it, one of his hands letting go of you and opening the door to the backseat.

"get in", he whispered, breaking the kiss.

"sehun-"

"i said get in."

he didn't have to say it a third time. you climbed inside the car, sitting on the backseat and watching as sehun did the same. he spread his legs open, grabbing one of your arms and pulling you to his lap, each leg of yours on the each side of his body; as he pulled your hips down, you felt his bulge for the first time that day.

sehun attacked your neck, lips still desperate. he kissed and licked and sucked every bit of skin, head dizzy by the sounds you were making, by the way you moaned and sighed.

only him could do that to you, and you knew he was trying to prove exactly that.

your hands ended up on his shoulders, pushing his jacket down his arms. sehun took it off without stopping making out with your neck, red and light purple starting to form on your skin.

"you're mine", he moaned against your jaw, hands traveling up your belly inside your shirt, cupping one of your breasts over your bra.

you moaned too, rocking your hips against his erection in response. the friction made both of you gasp, and sehun's fingers grabbed your boob harder. his other hand went to your back, unhooking your bra before he spoke again.

"take off, all of it."

you got down from his lap and it was ridiculous how you whined for the loss of contact. your hands worked fast on your clothes, body quickly undressed and fully naked as you saw sehun, now shirtless too, pulling his jeans and underwear down to his ankle, cock hard against his stomach.

in an impulse that took you off guard just as much as it took him, you leaned over and took his member in your mouth. sehun wasn't a particular vocal person during sex, but he did moan loudly when he felt your lips sliding down, taking all of him inside your mouth.

one of his hands held the back of your neck, guiding you through your movements and ready to help you in case you gagged. as much as he tried to avoid doing it, sehun couldn't help but push your head further, so lost in the amazing sensation of being blown plus the wet sounds your mouth made while working up and down his dick.

you moaned against it when you felt his hand sliding from your neck to your butt, which was up in the air. he grabbed, squeezed, massaged, all before firmly pressing his nails on it when you circled your tongue around the tip of his cock, making him throw his head back.

"s-stop", he managed to say, voice raspy. "gonna cum. i wanna do it inside you."

you moaned again, just the thought of it was enough to make you cum right there if you pictured the image long enough. 

so you did what he said, you stopped your actions letting go of his dick with a pop. sehun softly grabbed your arm then, pulling you once again to his lap. you could tell he was impatient now, dying to cum, as the only thing he did was align both of you before pushing your hips down and entering you with a sharp thrust.

you sighed, adjusting to the delicious sensation of him inside you. sehun waited until you rocked your hips to start moving, just to be sure you were ready. 

his hands were firm on your hips, head still resting on the headrest of the seat, eyes glued on you taking in how beautiful you looked. you moved up and down, each thrust echoing inside the car, each moan getting lost in your ears.

instinctively, you hugged sehun. he was quite surprised but definitely didn't refuse it, hugging you back and wrapping his arms around you now. your boobs were firmly pressed against his bare chest, the skin to skin embrace only adding more pleasure to the whole thing.

your face rested on the crook of sehun's neck, and all he could hear was your muffled moans and whines, feeling so good and so out of your mind that all you could focus on was how drunk you were by your boyfriend - his scent, his skin on yours, his thrusts, his sweat mixing with yours; and then, his deep voice on your ear.

"i got you", he said.

you moaned once again, one of your hands holding sehun's jaw now, thumb caressing his cheek.

"babe... please...", you whined, tears forming on the corner of your eyes and sliding down your face.

"cum for me", sehun whispered, and you gladly did, all over him and with a loud cry of his name.

he came right after, filling you up and groaning at how you clenched around him. it felt amazing.

for a few moments, you two just stayed like that, safe in each other's arms. you whispered sweet nothings in sehun's ears, mostly telling him how good he was and how much you loved him. 

"i love you too", he replied. "i love you so much."

you softly smiled, getting up from his neck and facing him now. your fingers gently wiped sweat off his forehead, putting a few strands of hair in its place. sehun stared dearly at you in return, but, somehow, his eyes got heavy - not with sleep, but with something you couldn't tell what it was.

"why do you do this to me?", he asked, voice tired.

you furrowed your eyebrows, confused at his question. "do what?"

"push me to my limit", he began to explain. "that guy... i get so jealous when these things happen. i should have been there last night."

so you got what he meant.

"you should", you agreed. "but not for that reason."

"no, not him", sehun shook his head. "i fucked up. i could have managed my time better so we could go out, and for that i'm sorry. i didn't want you to feel like i care more about my job than about you."

you nodded, leaning into sehun's touch as he caressed circles in your back.

"it's okay. i'm sorry for making you sleep on the couch too."

sehun's chuckled, his eyes almost closing in a half moon shape.

"i kinda deserved that."

"it was cold, though."

"it was. you can make it up to me tonight", he said, kissing you on the cheek and pulling you close again, making you lay on his shoulder. sehun sighed, and you felt like he was hesitating to say something. 

"say it", you encouraged him, and felt when he chuckled again. you knew him so well.

"i... i'm sorry for getting jealous too. i know you would never do anything, and we talked about this so many times before. but i just can't help it."

"i know", you replied, caressing sehun's collarbone.

"of course you do. you love how you get me wrapped around your finger when i get jealous, don't you?"

it was your turn to chuckle. he didn't lie, though.

"maybe..."

you shifted on his arms, supporting your chin on his chest and looking up at him as he looked down at you.

"but you don't have to be sorry, i knew what i was getting myself into when we started dating."

sehun smiled, pecking your lips.

"i can't stand the thought of losing you, it gets me crazy. i don't even know how to react", he confessed. 

"as long as you keep reacting like this", you mentioned to your naked bodies, "we're all good. i'll keep pushing you to your limit."

you loudly laughed at sehun's little "please, don't!" before kissing him again, this time deeper, more passionate, letting last night's episode behind.

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[pholla-jm]

Failure

IMAGINE: FAILURE X READER GENRE: HURT/COMFORT WARNINGS: MENTION OF ABUSE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I can't believe I let them die... it's all my fault. I am part of the Lower Moon. I was supposed to protect my fellow peers. Mukago specifically. Mukago was often scared of fighting with demon slayers. And for some reason I took it upon myself to protect her. 

But even I failed at doing that. 

It was supposed to be easy. Just a normal scouting for information and maybe kill a couple of humans along the way.   Mukago could be be pretty careless when killing humans. She doesn't care who the human is, she is killing them.

Me, on the other hand, only killed specific types of humans. 

I don't know what happened really. All I know was that I was gathering information. My best guess is that Mukago was killing humans. Word of that got to the demon slayers and some lower rank demon slayers were sent to investigate. 

When I heard Mukago scream, I ran straight towards that direction. I was too late though. Her head was already rolling on the ground, her body starting to disintegrate. 

The demon slayers eyes met mine, and they readied their sword to attack me. But they were too slow. I was able to activate my blood demon art before they even got too close to me. 

After I finished my mission I went to my room in the infinity castle.  I know, I get my own room. 

Muzan liked having me closer to him for some reason. I was always a bit confused as to why because if he wanted to summon me, he could just tell Nakime to summon me and I would be there in a split second.

Let's get back to my current situation.  I could feel the panic start to set in my stomach. 

I just know that Muzan is going to be furious about the outcome of our mission. I let one of the lower demons die. I am for sure going to die. I didn't want to die, I didn't want to get hurt. However, I knew I made a big mistake so the punishment should surely be death. And knowing Muzan it would be painful.

Next thing I knew, tears were flowing down my (s/c) skin. I couldn't control them. They started cascading down my face like a waterfall, and my breathing started to get heavy. 

I remember these... panic attacks. I had them quite often when I was human.

"(y/n)". I froze up hearing the familiar voice calling my name. 

My back was facing him, so he couldn't exactly see my tears. So I quickly wiped them away, hoping he wouldn't see me crying. That would only make me seem weak to his eyes. I tried to control my breathing but it was hard to do. 

"Yes... Master." I muttered, not facing him.

"(y/n), face me." He says and I silently curse to myself. I turn myself around, still keeping my head facing the ground. 

"Tell me how the mission went." He says and just like that, I feel my panic attack start again.  My breathing started to get heavy, I could feel my heart palpating. My words were stuck in my throat. I didn't want to tell him. I don't want to get hurt.

The next thing I know I could see his nice leather shoes in my vision. One of his hands was on my upper arm, and his other hand reached for my chin. Forcing me to look up at him. 

Muzan's eyes widen looking at me.  "Slow down, (y/n). Take a deep breath." 

I do what he says... because why wouldn't I listen to him? 

"I'm so sorry Master, I deserve to die." I say as some tears start to trickle down my face. "Did you find some information?" 

I nodded my head, "Yes... but I let Mukago die. One of your lower rank demons are now gone..." I whisper. 

"I do not care." His words cause me to look up at him surprised.  He could sense my confusion, so he continued. "I do not care that she died. She was weak anyway. Scared to fight any demon slayers. She was bound to die anyway with that mindset."  "It was my job to protect her though... and I failed. I am a failure." 

"I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth again." He sternly says causing my eyes to widen and my heart to stop beating. He was mad, I just knew it. I look back down at the ground.  "I'm sorry M-" "You are not a failure." 

"I'm sorry?"  Now I was confused.

"Stop saying you're sorry. There is no reason to be sorry."

I felt his hand on my chin, forcing me to look into his ruby eyes. 

"Now, tell me why you think you are failure." 

I took a shaky breath, "When I was a human... they always called me a failure."  Muzan's eyes furrowed, "who?"  "My parents.... if I did one thing wrong, I would get severely beaten." I let out a bitter laugh as I remembered a memory.

"I remember one time I was cleaning the kitchen and I forgot to clean out the ashes in the oven. When my dad came home, he was so furious. He took me outside, along with the ashes, and dumped them on me. After that he smacked me in the face. He called me a worthless failure... just because I forgot to take out the ashes. There was another time that I tripped in the house, and my mother got so mad for no reason. She kicked me repeatedly until my ribs broke and locked me in room. She said something along the lines that I was an embarrassment." 

I was suddenly pulled into an embrace. My eyes widen when I realized that I was in Muzan's arms. He was hugging me... 

"What-" "You are not a failure." 

I stopped talking, not wanting to anger him. It felt strange though. I never seen Muzan give affection to anyone. Why was this any different? 

It felt nice though... Hands being used to give affection instead of harm. Strange, but nice.

I slowly wrapped my arms around him, leaning my head into his chest. In response, he hugged me tighter, but not too tight. 

"You are very dear to (y/n), do you understand?"  I just nod my head.  "Good." He whispers still holding me in his embrace. I don't know how long this will last, but I will enjoy every second of it. 

"What happened to your parents?" He asks out of nowhere.  "Oh... I ate them. They were my first meal after you turned me."  I felt Muzan smile slightly, "good." 

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[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Wednesday amazing fandom :) This is a very emotional episode for Lucy. Melissa’s acting in this one is outstanding. All I want to do most of this episode is hug her. And tie Chris to the back of a truck and just drive…Our lovely couple are apart in this episode but it’s such a good one. I have a lot of Chris rage in this one so prepare yourself haha Let’s get started.

4x17 Coding

We start off with Tamara making Lucy breakfast. I love her natural instinct to take care of Lucy in these moments. Just like Lucy did and still does for her. I adore their dynamic so very much. Tamara is protective when they talk about today. She doesn't understand why Lucy has to do this. Noting Rosalind is already serving four life sentences. She doesn’t like that the DA is making her dredge up painful memories just to slap on more charges. Lucy tells her it’s important to make sure she’s charged as an accessory to Caleb’s crimes. That Rosalind needs to be held accountable for that.

Most of her victims didn't make it...She is one of the lucky ones and doesn't want to waste that. Can see a strong sense of justice brewing deep in her soul as she explains this. I love how strong she is being for Tamara. Showing her what a bad ass she is. Modeling that for her. Tamara still has worry in her eyes and says she’s coming with. That she will have snacks and puppy videos at the ready. Be her emotional support human. Since her normal emotional support isn’t with her today. Love them.

Speaking of Lucy's ESH he’s at the hospital with Nolan. His car crash victim was a a rough one. I can’t watch the cold open for this one ever. I did it once and I bawled my eyes out. I can’t do stuff with kids after becoming an auntie. Her being sad the popsicles were gonna melt for her kid. That her husband would be mad about the car.

Makes me think of my niece, nephew and my sister. I just can’t handle it. But kudos to the writers for evoking that out of me. Glad John was there in her final moments but it was rough to watch. Tim comes up to him and notices Nolan is still in shock about it. Gah I would be too. I still can’t handle rewatching it let alone living it.

Tim is so wonderful and gives John some good perspective about it. That yeah it was rough and tragic no doubt about it. But that girl is going to get a new heart because of it. Tells him to try and focus on the silver lining of it all. Love this man. His empathy has grown leaps and bounds since we first met him. Was always there Lucy just needed to get it out of retirement when they met.

Lucy and Tamara arrive at the DA's office and we can see Lucy tense up. Just being in the office is setting her off already. She tells Tamara she’s going to the bathroom. She is so sweet and asks if she needs her come with? Lucy tells her no she handle that solo. We watch Lucy escape into a stairwell. Poor thing is in an absolute panic. Rubbing her DOD tattoo trying so hard to ground herself. I’ve been there where something just triggers your PTSD.

All you need is to find somewhere to expel all that energy surging through you. Because she is having an intense fight or flight moment. She is desperately trying to ground herself. Breaks my heart because I love her. Also because I’ve been her. I know this feeling she is experiencing. Nothing worse than getting engulfed in that sort of emotion. It's like the walls are closing in on you. It's what creates that flight instinct and you just need to get out just to breathe.

To be able to function at all. You can feel the panic rising in your throat and you’re drowning in it. Poor thing is getting flashes of what happened to her. It's taking her right back there. We watch her take a deep breath trying to reset her body. She clearly doesn’t want Tamara to see her like this. Ugh. This is just fuel for my hate fire later when I wanna bitch slap the clown. My heart hurts for her in this ep. It really does.

Tim is still at the hospital with Nolan. He continues his sweetness with John. Saying if he needs to see a counselor he can. Won’t be any charge to him. Look at our sweet empathetic Tim. I love it so much my heart is gonna burst. Their chat is interrupted by the hospital shutting down.

They find out quickly the man before them is ransoming the hospital to get his wife the heart. Wanting to steal it from that young girl for his wife instead. Threatens that he’ll shut down their entire network if they don’t do so. Tim looks pissed as hell. Which is kinda sexy tbh. They’re at his mercy it would seem...

Lopez comes charging in clearly ready for a fight. Asking for a status update on everything. They have the husband and wife separated atm. Her husband is being held in a conference room with an officer. Angela wants Tim to take a run at Jonah and sends Nolan to crack the wife. Hoping either the IT dept. will crack the hold on the network or they guys will get one of the spouses to fold.

Nolan is a swing and a miss with the wife. So we cut to Tim and Jonah. Tim looking particularly fine as he questions the husband. Has his hard stance going on trying to get this guy to crack. Telling him to dial back the threats that if he scales back now it won’t be as bad.

It’s here we see a man with nothing to lose. We watch Tim soften a little bit. It's when he says his wife is his entire life. Tim can relate to that and it shows as he’s listening. Doesn't last long though. He goes back into cop mode when Jonah starts threatening again. Saying soon enough something else will start with a new phase. It’s here we see a complete lock out of the system for the staff. Phase 2 has started.

We rejoin Lucy at the DA’s office. Chris has to take over since her normal person is out sick. He tried to reschedule but Lucy pushes against this. Saying they’re professionals and she can do this. I think she just wants it done and over with tbh. I hate how he questions her though. With this smug authority I cannot stand.

The more he pokes at the wound the more we see Lucy get agitated. Like a cornered animal being poked and prodded. Ready to lunge and attack at the slightest provocation. He is questioning everything about Caleb being connected to Rosalind. We watch her go back into fight or flight mode. As she examines the pictures and gets more flashes of her time in that horrible barrel.

Love her snapping at Chris when he says he’s just ‘Wants her to be ready.’ Schmuck.... He has this semi smile the entire time and I just wanna clean his clock so badly. He is beyond insensitive about this entire thing. Not reading her body language whatsoever. Seeing how tightly wound she is. I wish Tim could be there for her. He would be a much better rock for her. I hate Chris and this episode just ramps that right up.

Then comes the moment I was to punt Chris down the stairs. Like skipping a rock across the water. See how many flights I can get him to fall down with just my rage. He starts singing her barrel song like the dumbass he is. Showing the clueless SOB he truly is. Melissa crushes this scene though. The shaky way she delivers her lines. How she backs up every time Chris tries to approach her. Needing as much distance as she can get in that room.

The way she snapped at him earlier should've been evidence enough. The writing on the wall was there. He just needed to be extra sensitive. What does he do? Sing that song. It’s the way he says ‘Yeah it’s evidence.’ All cavalier. No clown it’s visual proof of the worst and most traumatic moment of her life. It is far more than just evidence you stupid schmuck. That was her death song. She thought it was over and she sang that as a way to comfort herself. It’s a deeply intimate and emotional thing for her. He’s treating it like it’s just part of the case.

We can see how the thought of him watching it is wrecking her. He keeps trying to close the gap and she keeps widening it. He is pushing her physical boundaries when she is screaming for him to stay away. Being the clueless oaf he is Chris continues to try. Saying he’s sorry, he’s in the DA office, blah blah blah. Meaningless words to her in this moment. Her saying ‘Yeah you said that already…’ She is disassociating in this moment. Trying to distance herself from him. Because he has wounded her and she needs time to regroup.

I hate that stupid semi smile on his face still. He’s truly not understanding what she needs in this moment. Makes my blood boil. Further proof he's not the guy for her. Tim can read every emotion. Know exactly what she needs. Then there is this putz. Shouldn't be allowed to breathe the same air as her at this point. Lucy has to practically beg him to give her a moment alone. Shaking and absolutely wrecked emotionally. I hate this so very much for her. She is in serious distress right now.

He's so selfish all he can thinking about is absolving his involvement. Not reading her emotional state whatsoever. Trying to push past her boundaries. She finally makes him go away. He storms off like a child. I'm shaking at how mad I am rewatching this. Especially with carrying PTSD myself. One of my trauma triggers is my physical boundaries being pushed. He had no damn right to impose himself on her like that. Chris has already proven he’s not the guy for her. This was the nail in his coffin IMO for that. What an absolute clown this man is….Melissa killing me softly with this scene.

We return to Tim and Nolan at the hospital. Someone has died due to Phase 2. So the hospital gives into his demands. Let’s his wife get the heart. I love how Tim wants to clean this guy's clock. Telling him to lose the attitude. Gah if he only knew what was going on at the DA’s office. His rage would be ten times what it is right now. Jonah restores the lights but only for the OR. Tells them he wants to be there for his wife’s surgery. To make sure they’re really doing it. This guy is something else. Tim re-cuffs him and they head to the OR together.

Lucy finds Chris and he jumps up and apologizes again. She cuts him off not having time for his BS. This isn't about you bub. She asks for him to get her the video. That he’s seen it and half the lawyers in this bidding have. But she hasn’t. Chris tells her it’s incredibly hard to watch. Lucy doesn’t care and tells him she needs to see it. My girl I just wanna hug her. Also I’m so damn proud of her for standing up for what she wants.

Chris having no leg to stand on agrees to show it to her. He has the gall to ask if he should stay? Obviously not you friggin stunad…Got me so angry I’m calling him an idiot in Italian. He really doesn’t get it. It’s ridiculous. After how she reacted earlier. How she's been this entire time you’d think she was going to say yes? The last thing she needs is your stupid ass there. She thanks him for the video. He doesn’t deserve that,

All he deserves is a swift kick to the nads. So he doesn't reproduce little clueless offspring….Whoever set up these shots did a good job btw. They are so well done. She’s psyching herself up to press play. The shot of her with her ring. We see it visible on her hand. The ring that saved her life. The ring Tim found and held onto until she was ready to have it back. Trying to ground herself before watching this. The way her hand shakes before she hits play gets me all in the feels.

Melissa continues to crush this scene. Watching her watch that video makes me wanna cry. It’s so hard to watch her witness the worst moment of her life. Once again another beautiful shot of Melissa above. The way she closes her eyes as she listens to herself sing, the way she touches her lips in an anxious manner, the ring close to her as she continues to listen. Having the object that saved her close to her as she watches. Like a safety blanket as she takes in the video.

You can see her whole body trembling as she tries to get through it. Hurts my damn heart to watch unfold. Serious props to Melissa for conveying so damn much in this short scene. Lucy trying to prove to herself she is strong by watching this. By going through with this whole thing at all. Trying to push down all the emotions eating away at her. Last ep all I did was laugh. This one all it does is hurt my heart. Hurt for her. It's so good though.

We return to the hospital. They’re wheeling Jonah’s wife back. Tim is super stern with him and I’m here for it. You tell him babe. Directs him not to mess with the surgeons or how they do their job. Is that understood? Jonah goes on to say how he never would since it’s saving his wife. The saddest part is next. The father of the daughter they’re stealing heart from comes after them.

Trying to kill his wife because if he does his daughter will live. The love a parent has for their kid is immense. How it it should be really. Sadly he gets arrested and Jonah continues on like it's nothing. Like he isn't destroying lives with this decision of his. They have to continue their march towards the OR despite this. Because Jonah still holds all the cards right now.

This next part gets me right in the feels. Nolan is able to get his wife to listen to the daughter. Her speech gets me teary every time. What a strong and amazing young woman to say what does. Did what Nolan couldn't do in the first place. Build rapport and get her to break. To change her mind on this whole thing. I think it's the fact that she forgives this woman that gets her to break. To let her know she forgives her even thoush she's taking away her second chance. This episode is all kinds of emotional in the best way.

His wife withdraws consent after that. Says she can’t do this anymore. Just like that it's over. Or so we we think. Jonah tries to turn off the ransomware but can’t. His partners have locked him out and want a ransom to unlock it. One the hospital cannot afford. Tim and John are escorting Jonah out now. He’s going on about needing to be there for his wife. Tim tells him he gets nothing since he let someone die. He’s going to prison for a murder charge.

John steps in and says if he can tell them who he’s working with they can help. It's possible Jonah can get bail so he can spend what time she has left with him. He lets them know who he was hired by. That it was their idea to hack the hospital. Saying they’d pay him to build the ransomware. He was an easy target due to his medical debt. He’s slowly figuring out they were just a means to an end. Tells them the IT dept. can track messages they sent him.

Cue to sexy OP Tim mmm. Tactical Tim is one of my favs. Also nice shots of his ass and I’m not complaining LOL The house is empty once they clear it. They're worried they've already left or haven't been here for awhile. Tim noting it has to be here. No way they could run that kind of software on a laptop. They decide check outdoors and Nolan see's transformer with a cable running from it.

Tim follows Nolan as he sees a massive cable running along the grass. They trace it to a container on the property. This is where the hackers are set up. Nolan tells one of them they can have a deal the other gets way more jail time. Just depends on who answers him first. One of the hackers easily gives up their partner in a flash. Tim's ‘Good answer’ cracks me up LOL I love him.

Lucy is in an emotional coma when Tamara and Chris check in on her. Really it's Tamara that says they should. Chris has no drive to check on her himself. He tried knocking once and gave up. Tamara is the one to push it and make them enter the room. She doesn't have time for Chris to grow some balls to check on her. Dipshit I mean Chris asks her if she watched it? Not a single brain cell in that head is there? How did you make it through law school sir? Seriously? Of course she watched it you idiot. I love Lucy for not testifying. This was so big for her to step away from. It was not an easy decision for her to make. Once again being the strong role model for Tamara.

I'm so proud of her for being courageous enough to watch that video. I get why she did. Everyone else had access to it. Seen it. I think it was part of her decision to move on. Her processing things was her realizing she had nothing to prove. Damn right you don’t. Screw Rosalind, screw Chris and this whole thing. Her saying she survived that felt like a call back to 2x12. Where Tim helped her see it wasn’t a failure but proof of what a survivor she is. His words sticking with her in this moment. I love it.

Tamara coming over and hugging her is the best part. She is so proud of Lucy for making this call. It was her's to make and a place she needed to get to on her own. If it had been up to Tamara she never would've gone through this at all. I love her telling her she is going to make dinner. They really are a make-shift family and it's so lovely to see. I just love them so much. How she instantly wants to take care of Lucy. Makes my heart happy in an ep where all I wanted to do was murder Chris.

How their relationship survived this episode I couldn’t tell you. His ass deserved to be dumped so very hard. Like a cat with nine lives. He keeps on ticking. When all he deserved was to be shut out of her life for good. Also of course Chris doesn’t cook... Chalk another one up for the clown. I seriously have zero idea what she sees in him. Other than just being lonely and wanting companionship. So ends this episode. I wanna say I’m sorry for all my Chris rage but I’m really not LOL

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Side notes-non Chenford

James and Nyla be cute. I love them. That be it.

#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #waiting on s6 #winter rewatch #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well. #otp: some things matter more. #otp: you did good #otp: you're nothing like him. #s4 #4x17 Coding #the rookie 4x17 #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #the rookie #eric winter #melissa o'neil #tim bradford x lucy chen

[rubendiasthoughts]

What do you think rúben would be like if you’ve had an argument and you’re giving him silent treatment but you hurt yourself doing something silly like trying to reach the top shelf because you’re stubborn 🥺🥲

I feel like he would hate silent treatment so much, cause he is always determined to work things out and have a conversation. So when he sees that you have no intention of doing so, he would maybe be like "ok, I see you need some time, we can talk about this whenever you're ready". And you just roll your eyes at him, with no intention of speaking to him and let's say you are doing something in the kitchen, maybe preparing some food and you need something from the top cabinet. And normally you would just ask Ruben to get it for you, but you are angry and stubborn so you refuse to speak to him and ask for his help and you maybe try to climb on the counter to reach the thing you want, but you fall. The second Ruben hears that noise he is going to see what happened. And when he makes it to the kitchen and you are on the floor all bruised up, he kneels down next to you and he is like "baby, why didn't you ask for my help?" and he would help you stand up, asking if everything is fine and when you tell him it's okay he puts you up on the counter and starts examining you, to see if you haven't seriously hurt yourself. And maybe he would kiss all of the bruises that start forming on your body and the fight you two had is long forgotten, he only cares about your well-being. Which also instantly makes you forget what you were even mad about in the first place. And he would make you go lay down and take care of you, and finish off whatever it was that you were doing for you 🥺

Also, this really hits differently today, cause I'm a dumbass and fell down the stairs and I'm all covered in bruises and everything hurts so I could use that kind of treatment 😭

#ruben dias #ruben scenarios

[vrmxlho]

“see i read in this one magazine i was shooting for, i don't exactly remember the name but i'll find it for you if you want–"

yukimiya kenyu was rambling. it wasn't a common occurrence; he was usually calm and collected, he usually thought extensively before opening his mouth to speak, and he rarely said anything in an unconfident, hesitant tone as he was doing now. it wasn't just his behaviour, the day itself was uncommon and strange too.

what was supposed to be the warmest time of the year was now just a sad, grey, and wet day. the rain had started pouring as soon as the two of you had decided to set up your picnic and unluckily enough neither of you had a spare umbrella hidden away in your bags.

he didn't mind, and you surely didn't. you just wished he'd kiss you under the rain. you felt that way any time you were with him, regardless of the weather. he didn't seem to understand that. because here he was telling you about something he read in a stupid magazine. stupid stupid magazine, always sparking his interest at the wrong moment.

"what is it?"

there was a hint of anger in your tone as you stopped running for cover. you felt on the verge of tears; everything was so overwhelming and you didn't know why. actually, you knew why. you had seen him hug her. her, the other model. they looked so good together, what an attractive couple. there was no place for you.

nothing was really stopping you from crying, it's not like he'd notice with all the rain pouring around.

he turned around to look at you. rain still hitting you, clothes now sticking to your bodies, your faces unbelievably damp and cold.

"you okay?"

"yes, just go on. what was it you read?" you were trying to mask your anger with curiosity but god knew you wanted to storm off right then and there. what was it going to take for him to like you back? was dumas really right? if so, maybe you weren't cut out for love.

"well, it's really a question. i'll tell you what i read. and i just want to confirm if it's normal or–"

"JUST SPIT IT OUT!" maybe the rain finally got to you.

yukimiya flinched a bit when you yelled all of a sudden. it was a terrible, horrible feeling, seeing your best friend, the guy you liked look mildly offended by something you had said to him. but it would pass. he had hurt you more.

"sorry i just...i read that if i can feel my stomach drop every time i see you with someone else, i fancy you. that i'm jealous. i just wanted to confirm that this is one-hundred-percent platonic. right?"

you didn't know how to reply. your greatest fear had come true. you were only a friend to him. 'one-hundred-percent platonic' as he said.

“and yes, i do tend to stare at your lips quite often but that’s simply because i appreciate well coloured lips, your shade matching ability is phenomenal. have you ever thought of being an artist? maybe a painter? i'm terrible at art but i'd like to think i'm good at spotting it.”

what was he saying? why was he still speaking? you just wanted to be engulfed by the cold rain and perhaps disappear forever. your stomach had already dropped but it still hurt. you heart was hammering with frustration and your throat was about to give in.

"please say something y/n."

what did he want you to say? what did you want you to say?

"i don't care about art."

"what?"

"i said, i don't care about art."

"that's not what i–"

"you said you appreciate lips, my lips, and i think i do too. not from an artistic standpoint because i don't care about art. what i do care about is fighting this stupid, this incredible urge to kiss you at all times. because i can't. i'll always be a friend, never anything more," you broke. your voice broke, your heart broke and the tears broke, "and i can't kiss you. but, you wouldn't understand."

all those words came out far too fast. everything was already blurry when you first opened your mouth but now you could barely see. it didn't matter. maybe this was your body's fucked up way of shielding you from his response. your heart felt heavier than ever as it weighed you down. your head felt empty and light as you stared blankly at him. tears starting wash over your face with the relentless rain.

"i do understand." stepping closer to your frozen body he wiped your tears looking at you lovingly. "every second of the day, i understand. every time i talk to someone who isn't you, i understand. i just didn't know you felt the same way."

"are you blind?"

you couldn't explain any of your emotions in that very moment but you thought there was at least a bit of happiness mixed in. it didn't matter if there was rain pouring all around you, or if you were definitely going to come down with a cold. you don't care about art and that's all that mattered.

#mmmm non sono convinta #non mi piace but whatever #wrote this in like 10 mins cuz i was inspired for a quick sec #i need to stop this and focus on my event but alas #something about yukimiya feels wrong like hes probably a serial killer #idk i just hate him lol #yukimiya x reader #yukimiya kenyu #blue lock yukimiya #yukimiya x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x you #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #blue lock #bllk #bllk headcanons #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk anime #bllk manga #bllk x y/n

[lizzychanstuffss]

Catatonic

(Yes I am about to write fanfic forgive me if Astarion doesn't sound right I think I know his patterns but I have never done this before)

Astarion x female tav/durge (Using my custom teifling, Lilith)

spoilers for act 1 & 2. As well as Astarion and durge romance.

tw for emotional abuse, implied animal death | genre hurt/comfort. Lilith is blind in her left eye and has a "tattoo" over it with some runes this is important context for later.

Without a true memory of her name and just some vague ideas about where she came from infested her mind. Nothing was clear but she did know one thing. She wanted to kill, and she hated herself for it how could she not these violent desires festered in her skull. It disgusted her when she saw gore, not that the gore itself bothered her but the fact that she found...pleasure in the sight disgusted her.

Lilith couldn't sleep, not that she really even wanted to dare to. She cut it to close last time. Cursing herself as she sat with the flames warming her skin. How could she almost kill him, and it would have been so easy to. It terrified her the thought of harming someone she cared so deeply for that she loved so deeply. The words of the butler pounded in her skull it was painful, although that might have been the lack of sleep that was causing her pounding headache to worsen even more.

With the headache to distract her, she didn't notice the man placing himself right beside her until she felt a hand touch her back in an attempt at a comforting gesture. It startles her slightly but she manages to calm herself rather quickly she has faced worse beasts than a simple touch of kindness. Although his lack of words concerned her normally he would be more than eager to chat up the horned woman. So she turned to him with a raised eyebrow before seeing his face, it looked...concerned.

"What's with that face?" she couldn't help but ask hoping to ease any worry she may be inadvertently causing the vampire.

"My face? You should take a look at your own darling" he said without a moment's hesitation but the concern for her was still there buried under the comment, he cleared his throat before speaking again "I have noticed you haven't been sleeping recently...is it the urges?" the question was laid bear and one she would have to answer honestly no joking it away or dancing around answering him with only the truth.

"Not quite the urge itself I suppose" Pausing as she thought through what she wanted to say with the pounding headache in her skull still blaring at her, Lilith sighed long and drawn out as if she hoped to relive the pain a little but nothing worked "I have been thinking a lot about the night I tried to kill you, and I think I'm afraid of that happening again" the words came with much more ease then she would had hoped.

"That's it?" he almost seemed disappointed at the woman's confession, before the man snaked a hand into the woman's hair in a soothing gesture, Lilith had a feeling he was doing this so she would fall asleep right then and there but she was going to try and fight it. "So you've fought sleep and nursing quite the headache all because of me" he had a sweetness in his voice that made her relax into his hand. Her eyes were starting to flutter shut, any words she might have had for the man got lost on the tip of her tongue.

Before she knew it she was falling asleep and right into his lap it was much more comfortable than the woman would have thought. "That's it darling get some rest, don't worry I'll make sure nothing happens to me and certainly not you" his words fell over her ears as she drifted off into a dream of her mind's creation.

--

It was dark, a little too dark an uncomfortable suffocating kind of dark. Lilith looked around the room, until she spotted a bit of light, heading towards it the light got brighter and brighter until she was right in front of it.

It was an alter, the alter felt familiar and yet not at all, looking down at her body she noticed a dagger in her hand. An odd shape upon the hilt it seemed like a skull with two rubies for eyes. Shruging it off she directed her attention to the latter and her breath almost stopped. It was a dog, more specifically a puppy just barely a few months old.

"You will kill it, I demand it child" a voice echoed in her skull it felt like her head might explode from how much it rang in her eyes with searing and stinging pain. The puppy looked exactly like what she assumed Scratch would look like as a pup. Lilith shook her head backing away from the alter, she tried to drop the dagger but her hand acted as if it was glued to the damn thing.

"KILL IT GIRL" the voice in her head rang again tears welling in her eyes she shook her head again "n-no...I won't" finally choking out some words to the disembodied voice that hounded in her skull.

"Very well...I will have to settle for a punishment instead"

Unsure what the voice meant but then realizing something, she could see out of both eyes. For as long as she had been on this adventure she had only been able to see out of one but why was it two right now. Before she could question it more a searing and burning pain shot through her and it felt as if someone was branding her face with a hot iron and her left eye grew dark with all to familiar blindness she had grown accustomed to.

--

Lilith woke with a screaming rubbing at her face where the tattoo and blinded eye were, scratching a little at the area as the pain of the dream still seared her soft flesh. "NO STOP IT HURTS IT HURTS PLEASE STOP!" her screams alerting the others as they all got startled awake by the woman's screams of pain. Shadowheart and Gale were closest at the moment and went over to her. Trying to figure out what was wrong, but no one could get through to her and any attempts made to touch base with her tadpole were simply ignored.

All of this happened rather quickly and Astarion of course made his way over as well but Lilith was practically catatonic as this point. Nothing anyone did could get the teifling to respond, worry soon was clouding the man's brow and anxiety taking it's hold. He had never seen her like this even when the urge took over she was still there and moving but this was...haunting. And it seem as though the others held the same opinion to see their fearless leader reduced to well, this was a horrid experience for everyone.

They all watched over her as she stayed like that for most of the night just staring at nothing, there was no one there. Or at least wherever she was far from this place and this moment. Astarion couldn't hide any concern he had, and this strange sense of protection that was forming in his chest. Because in this moment she was helpless but not like when they first met this wassn't a naive helpless or like the urge where she was the same person but a helpless that if anyone wanted to hurt her it would be so easy. If someone wanted to stab her and gut her in front of everyone they could do it without her saying otherwise.

He was of course not going to let that happen, and being one of the few members of the party that didn't need to sleep besides Halsin, he watched over her, although it was Halsin that convinced him to at least try to read a book while he waited something to help keep him not totally engrossed in watching her. Astarion almost refused the suggestion but as much as he wasn't a fan of the huge elf the man was right. Sitting here just watching the entire time would do him no good, so as he waited he read his book.

This whole time no one really tried to touch her in out of fear that doing so might cause the urge or she might hurt herself in a fit of panic. Although Astarion wanted to at least get her in a more comfortable position lest she would be comparing non stop about how her back was stuff and her neck hurt, but in truth he was also scared that touching her would cause the same reaction. He could joke all he wanted but he was scared of her urge getting the better of him and he really was not about to risk it just to make her more comfortable.

"You really are something you know..." he spoke to the unresponsive woman, it felt like the right time to do it.

"You've been kinder to me then I deserve, and in truth, I think you deserve better than me....I used you, and yet you still wanted me" his words dripped with a kind of bluntness he didn't use often no pet names either which was even more odd for the elf.

"I just...I don't understand how you could care" The words trembled out even though she couldn't hear him as least that's what he assumed. There were hard to say out loud that he didn't understand how someone like her could care about him while dealing with everything she's been dealing with on top of trying her best to be friends with everyone. And yet she chose to care about and love him, the thought was foreign to him an unknown he just couldn't get.

Suddenly there was a shift, Astarion went on alert as she seemed to finally move. And then a sound a small sound but it was like a grunt of sorts, she blinked her eyes a few times head still pounding but she was back in her own skull. Slowly looking around she saw the vampire sitting right next to her a book in his lap. The woman got her bearings realizing it was much darker than when she woke up and blacked out.

"What happened?" Looking over at Astarion a confused expression planting itself upon her features he sighed a little, maybe out of relief or concern she couldn't get an exact read on the man's emotions at least not in the state she was in. Although she was sure whatever happened wasn't the urge she didn't feel the same kind of dizziness and bile of the murderous rage.

"Well you didn't try to kill me if that thought crossed your mind darling." he joked a little in hopes of making her feel better a roll of her eyes and smirk passed by her features.

"But to say what really happened, well none of us are sure. I was hoping you might be able to shed some light on the subject? Considering you are the one that woke up screaming in pain" his question was a valid one, answering it was the least she could do but she wasn't sure if she was ready for the others to know why, at least not yet. Looking around Lilith saw everyone else was asleep even her Owlbear and Stratch, so when she finally met Astarion's pricing gaze again those beautiful red eyes that just made her melt when she looked at him directly she knew that truth was going to come to the for front either way.

"W-well I can tell you but I don't think I'm quite ready for the others to know, can I trust you not to tell them? I mean I trust you in general but I just want to hear it" concern was painted across her features it's not as though she was hiding it she knew with him that she didn't have to hide it at all least it didn't seem like he minded her being so honest with him.

In a gesture he had only done when he first told her his own feelings, the man adjusted himself so he could grab her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze "I promise I won't, my sweet" Relief washed over her as she nodded and then began to recount the dream she had. Astarion didn't dare to speak as she went through the motions of telling him it, he occasionally would give her hand a squeeze if it seemed like she needed that comfort of just knowing he was there as she told him the tale.

"So while I'm not sure why I went catatonic for several hours, I know that for some reason the memory at least I assume memory from that dream caused it...." her words trailed off a sadness to them, while she didn't know who did this to her whoever they were, they were someone important in her life and held enough power to punish her so instantly and painfully as the dream had done to the point that even years later the scares could still sting so horribly on her skin.

"That's horrible" was all Astarion could say in response, it took Lilith aback a bit. As much as she thought she could say she knew the man he still sometimes surprised her in how he acted or what he said.

"Do you remember how I said we would help you find a way to save you?" Lilith raised an eyebrow unsure as to where he was going with this but gave a tentative "yesss?" The ending is drawn out a bit to show the confusion that had thoroughly planted itself on her brow by this point.

"Well I am going to make you a promise, we will find whoever hurt you like that...and make them pay just as we are going to make Cazador" The man's expression was full of malice she had only seen him display a few times before and it sent a chill down her spine, he was serious and he was angry, she had truly not expected something like this coming from him. She could barely muster out a response besides a meek

"T-thank you" Without realizing it there were tears forming on the edges of her eyes and without missing a beat Astarion lifted a hand and wiped them away before gently placing his hand on her cheek in a hopefully comforting motion, Lilith couldn't help but just melt into that touch it felt foreign in a way but also like she had just tasted water after being parched for many years, the tears before were but pinpricks on her lashes now rolled down her cheeks faster then he could wipe away so he settled for bringing her into an embrace like she had done for him, the tears surely staining his perfectly white shirt. But still, he held her there as she cried stroking her hair and soothing her with the gentle kindness she had shown him previously. The pair stayed like that until Lilith had unknowingly fallen back into sleep again, he supposed that his actions had calmed her enough. So he laid down with her still holding the woman in his arms in hopes that whatever nightmares she may encounter bother her no longer.

#astarion #astarionfics #astarion romance #astarion x tav #dark urge #baulders gate 3 #astarion fanfic #hurt/comfort #comfort #mainly comfort idk Im soft for him being nice to durge okay #tell me if you guys want more I think I want to write more! #I really like how I wrote this thought so please be nice to me ;w; #my writing

[cursedvibes]

This chapter was so fun to me and I guess what puts in all together how so many lives could have been spared if Kenjaku and Takaba had found each other earlier because the more this goes on the more it proves my own theory that Kenjaku just desperately needed enrichment and a equal mutual standing relationship of some kind all along. Yuuji would not have existed at all or at least had a different father if Kenjaku figured out what they actually needed and wanted in their life.

Yeah, I think they were like this (what we saw the last chapters) when young, but then gradually became obsessed with the wrong things and that overtook any other concerns they might've had and made them able to hurt and use the people they care about. I think they were always a little shit though and had low or no empathy from the start, which made finding friends difficult. Like, they clearly have no trouble hurting Takaba and he returns it to a degree (running someone over with a jet ski is not safe!). There was always a fascination for the grotesque and finding out new things in them, I think, just not as extreme. For example, they seem genuinely interested in medicine, biology, physics etc., and especially medicine and biology has to involve some cutting up of living beings. So there would probably be some death caused by Kenjaku and they would've experimented and pushed some ethical lines either way, but not to the point of wanting to merge their best friend with Japan's population against her will.

I wonder how much Tengen influenced Kenjaku's behaviour. They were/are friends and while Tengen doesn't strike me as the type to play children's games with Kenjaku, they must've gotten along very well at some point for Kenjaku to get so attached to her. Disagreements are normal, they have them with Takaba too and Kenjaku seems to need and enjoy that challenge and pushback (also why they liked Yuki). Tengen's first merger is probably what made their relationship turn for the worse. She didn't want to indulge Kenjaku's little experiments and fascination with her body and then they just became more and more fixated on their respective positions regarding what Tengen's future should look like. Tengen shutting herself off and becoming more concerned with running jujutsu society didn't help. Kenjaku wanted her attention, didn't get it and nothing could really engage them to the same degree.

Really telling that Kenjaku is thinking about how it has been centuries since they had so much fun that their heart danced and that they are glad they created the Culling Game because of moments like their fight against Takaba. Takaba influences their thoughts, but I don't think it's to the degree of him literally putting words in their brain. It's more like he brings out hidden sides of them that would make them behave in his favour. Kenjaku also immediately smothers those feelings as soon as they become aware of them, which I think tracks with how they behave around Tengen and Yuuji aka dehumanizing them around certain people while other times acknowledging their bond to them. They are very used to pushing any kind of growing feeling of attachment down because it makes them vulnerable to others and if you want to follow a thousand year plan full of setbacks, you just can't have weaknesses like that.

I'm really curious where this will all lead to. I'd like Kenjaku's friendship issues to be brought up directly and compared with Takaba's own. Throw in a Tengen mention for extra drama. I think this will conclude with Takaba managing to make Kenjaku genuinely laugh (he already got close this chapter) without any mind manipulation involved, but I doubt it will be enough to make Kenjaku discard their merger plan entirely. So Takaba technically wins, but I don't see this being favourable for the protagonists overall besides buying them a bit of time. Takaba really likes Kenjaku and is very invested in them. They also helped him with his depression (he even says as much this chapter, albeit as a bit and as an excuse to turn Kenny into a nurse). First by turning his life around with the Culling Game and then by making him realize why he wanted to be a comedian in the first place and strife to do better. They even called him "partner" now, which clearly means a lot to him. I don't see that attachment leading to anything good in the long run. Kenjaku isn't the only one affected by this fight.

#asks #jjk spoilers #jjk 242 #kenjaku

[brandnewhuman]

Hello, I love your work I would like to make an arrange if possible, if not, it doesn't matter, I would like to know how Michael Myers, Jason Voorhes Thomas Hewitt billy Lenz Yautja and Vincent Sinclair would react to the death of their s/o after giving birth to their son

PAINFUL ANGST HOURS

☆STARRING☆

☆Michael Myers☆

☆Jason Voorhees☆

☆Thomas Hewitt☆

CONTENT:

Tw: childbirth, blood, you die so basically that's pretty bad too, there's Michael that is a whole tw by himself, canon violence, mature language, reader is afab, mention of murdering the kid but everyone ends up behaving so dw

A/N: hiyaaaa thank you for your request. Unfortunately I don't write billy lenz or yautja and I had to take out Vincent cause otherwise it would've been too long. but I hope you still like this. Once again children are ruining my life smh.. jokes aside, this one will not have jokes. Sorry lads, I know I'm pretty funny but IT'S PAIN TIME AND YOU ALL WILL TAKE IT LIKE CHAMPS.

MICHAEL MYERS:

He was not happy when you told him, he's certainly not taking it any better now

Michael is not a family man by any means and he has made that clear multiple times

One may think he's just being unfair but actually is fear that it's eating him alive when thinking about having kids

What if they end up being like me? What if they end up being hurt by people who don't like me? What if I end up hurting them?

But most importantly, what if because of them He ends up losing you? 

You're the only nice thing he has in his life, the only one he has managed to protect and keep alive despite everyone saying he wasn't capable of caring or love. 

So the thought of losing you just for something that he doesn't even wants here in the first place is just annoyingly upsetting 

For the same reason of not losing you though he had to accept you were keeping that thing and all the consequences coming from it

Michael always takes pride in being good at reading people and everything in this pregnancy was screaming danger for you to him

But you looked so happy even if you started to grow weaker and weaker as time went by 

Seeing you literally withering away was driving him mad. 

He actually felt so consumed by the overwhelming feeling of losing you without being able to stop that he tried to distance himself 

But that only made things worse as he realised that he has just done something he would never be able to make up to you or forgive himself for 

He was furious. The shape of haddonfield was shaking as blinding rage consumed his mind while his normally slow and composed walk was sped up as much as he could without getting lightheaded, marching his way towards the hospital. He couldn't afford to get dizzy right now, he has to get to you first and then he would allow his body to experience its typical annoying human malfunctioning. 

How could he have let this happen? He was angry at every single thing existing on this earth right now. He was angry at you for keeping that… thing, he was mad at the life inside you for hurting you, he was mad at himself for trying to erase you out of his life right when he should have been there for you. He hasn't felt this type of anger, never something has mattered so much to him to bring out such a big reaction.

He saw the ambulance at your house and just knew that something happened, that what is inside you was actively trying to tear you apart from his side. He didn't even put on his mask, trusting the night shadows to hide his face enough instead. He knew the mask would just alert everyone inside the hospital and right now he didn't want to deal with any of that. 

He needs to see you, to use his voice for once to say his sorry for leaving you alone. 

He made his way inside the hospital and fighting against every fibre of his being he forced his vocal cords to ask the nurse about you. 

As soon as he saw that look in her face he knew. It's a cliché but he did feel like the world was slowing down by the second, his mind panicked and started running away from the situation filling his brain with questions that were not relevant to what was happening. 

A small part of him pondered to him if this is what his victim's relatives feel like when they get told their loved ones had been killed by someone they couldn't stop. 

For a moment he thought it was the same feeling but then he realised it wasn't. It will never be the same; they felt sadness and confusion at the unfairness of the situation, he felt an intoxicating craving of violence,the need to get on his hands the blood of who did it and the blind determination in taking his life without mercy. He felt the wrath of the whole world inside him and there was nothing that could stop him from what he wanted to do about it. 

He recalls hearing himself say 'I want to see them' and then seeing the nurse nodding and motion at him to follow her. If it was a different moment he would have found pretty funny how clueless everyone was about his true identity.

He felt like he had been walking for years as he followed the woman to where you were. And then suddenly you were there in front of him. 

Everything became so fast again that he had to take a deep breath to stop his head from spinning. 

He has seen so many dead bodies in his life, most of them being because of him, but nothing was like this. 

You were so still and pale, it was like you were just sleeping but there was no movement from your chest to indicate you were breathing. He couldn't even explain how he was able to get near you but he did and he regretted it almost instantly. He expected you to be different, to feel different to him as he watched your body but it was all still the same. Everything was still there, it's just that the most important part of you was gone and he couldn't bring it back. You left behind this thing that looked like you but it would never smile,talk or touch him and his brain was making everything more difficult because it refused to understand that you were not inside that body anymore, that it wasn't you and that there was nothing left for him to love or care for. 

His tears are unnecessary because only him, now alone in the room, was feeling them. 

How could you do this? How could you leave him behind like this? Every single thought crashed one against the other, half of them coming from the guilt of knowing that this was his fault that he ended up fulfilling the expectations casted upon him, the other half was full of resentment towards you and the choice you decided to take that has now cost him and you everything. 

His breaths were shaky as he cried silently, watching every single tear hit your cold skin. He tried to take your hand but he hated how he was trembling more and more as he approached your fingers. 

He needs to get out of there, he needs to stop the tsunami of overwhelming feelings that are trying to drown him but most importantly he wants to find that…thing and erase it from existence. 

The nurse was waiting outside for him and apparently you must've told everyone you were expecting the father of the baby to show up eventually cause she asked him if he wanted to see the baby. Of course he wanted, there was nothing he wanted more than to look at that monstrosity in the eyes as he snatched life out of its little body. 

He waited patiently in the corridor for the nurse to get back, nothing was important to him anymore. He didn't had anyone who waited for him at home and no other victim was more important that the infant you had stupidly brought here, giving it a death sentence as it's first and last gift from life. Only when he would be able to see life leaving its body his inner peace would somewhat be restored and he could allow himself to forget about you. 

"Here it is..your partner wanted to call her Audrey, they say you would've liked to know" he almost found difficulty in hearing her words as they were whispered so softly he had to pay extra attention to understand what she was saying. 

The nurse ever so gently placed the small bundle of blankets, where Audrey was sleeping, in Michael's arms. Oblivious to the murderous intentions of the newly father and mistaking his shaky form and trembling breaths of fury for excitement. 

He stared at her leaving until he was sure she was out of sight and then his gaze snapped towards the baby. Glossy eyes full of anger as he eyed his not for long daughter. 

It would be so easy to do, there were so many options…a squeeze too tight, a twist at her little head until the neck snapped or maybe even drop her hard enough

Every option seemed so tempting and fun until she opened her eyes. He almost felt like her eyes were boring into his soul, forcing any violent thought out of his mind. He couldn't even take his eyes away or fight against it. 

His mind tried to remind him of how unfair it was that she was alive and you were not, that THIS was something he did that killed even when he promised he would never hurt you

With new found strength he slowly lifted her to his eye level, preparing to throw her hard against the ground but then he looked into her eyes again. The same understanding look that you always had for him, Audrey held it in her gaze too. His whole body was now shaking, his jaw clenching in frustration and almost desperation and now violent sobs found their way out of his mouth. 

He couldn't do it and deep inside he knew it the whole time. Audrey looked at his father as he just slowly pulled her closer to cradle her surprisingly carefully against his chest. He kneeled on the ground as his legs began to give up under the crushing weight of the shame he was feeling about what he just tried to do. 

She was now the only thing he had left of you and the only thing he did was treat her like everyone has treated him: with cold and unfair judgement, putting the blame of all the evil in this world on her who was guilty only of surviving. 

He dared to take another look at her and through his tears he could only see her and how she looked like you. The relief washed over him at the knowledge that not one bit of him was there to be found in her face and, even if impossible to believe, in her soul. He just knew, he could feel it inside, she had all the best parts of you. Only now your choice made sense, you must have known from the start all of this. 

He missed you much and it wasn't even that long since you were gone. Every overwhelming feeling he had before was now coming back as Audrey locked her eyes with his. He wanted so hard to hate her, she took you away from him but somehow she has managed to crush him and his brutal resolution down. 

He never wanted this to happen, he was just scared and now he has to live with the fact that he was right about being scared. The only thing left for him is something as fragile as you were and now he has to take care of it. He wants to take care of it cause it's yours and if you're not coming back and he can't follow you then Audrey would have to stay in his life.

"I'm…sorry Audrey" his voice was so soft and so gentle, shaken by another round of tears, that for a moment he thought it was someone else talking. 

That night he came back home to no one, gently carrying a small being as if it was the most precious thing in the world.  He stayed up all night watching her sleep, afraid that if he closed his eyes she would disappear too.

JASON VOORHEES

I think this will be something Jason will forever beat himself for. 

He was so excited to be a dad and everything was going so well that he literally ignored all the signs of what was really going to happen

Jason ha never allowed himself to get distracted so much he can't see if there's upcoming danger

As soon as you told him you were pregnant all he could think about was how euphoric he felt

For once he just felt like a normal man with a normal life, making plans and getting excited for small things with you 

He should've known that all of that wasn't real and he should've paid more attention 

It was so subtle that he wasn't even sure when things started to get bad 

He just assumed and naively thought that you feeling this weak and having all this health issues was normal

Deep down he knew it wasn't but the reality of losing the only person he has left in the world it's too much 

He tried so bad to do anything he could to help but in the end he knew you had to go to the hospital, even pam was telling him so

He went to the hospital with you, he even got inside and if it wasn't such a terrible moment he would be happy about being able to experience this part as a normal man too

Not even the feeling exposed without his masks was taking his mind off his concern about your wellbeing 

He could feel you were slipping away through his fingers and he couldn't do anything. 

He waited in a corridor for what felt like years when it was only hours. 

Even now as he knew perfectly well what was going to happen he still held hope you would still be there 

He promised to himself that if he had one more chance he would be more careful and would do everything right before letting things get this bad 

That hope stayed with him as they brought him to see through that glass his daughter. 

She was perfect, she was all Jason imagine something would be if it was made by you and he just knew that, that tiny thing sleeping peacefully in front of him was going to be the only good thing he has ever done in this world

His hand was placed on the glass as he watched the little girl stirr in her dream and do a big stretch, it was the most mesmerising thing to watch. 

It was the same warm and wholesome feeling he had when he first met you. 

He couldn't tear his eyes apart from her, not even when the nurse told him you didn't make it

She was the only thing keeping him together and he was 100% that if he stopped looking at her everything would crumbled down and he wouldn't be able to recover from it

Eventually it all fell upon him and when the realisation catched upon him it was the most devastating feeling he has ever felt. 

Even looking at the baby now felt wrong, he felt wrong

He did this to you and nothing would ever fix it

He would never be able to say sorry or to see you again and he didn't even wanted to see your body cause at least if he didn't acknowledge there was still that part of you left then it would be more easy to think of you as…gone

But it wasn't easy, it wasn't even just hard it was downright painful and the guilt was eating at him alive

At some point he must have sat down cause he was now on the floor with his back leaning on the wall. 

How was he supposed to take care of her if he couldn't even take care of you in the first place? 

You were supposed to be there, to see her too. 

He felt good enough for it just because you were there, cause you made him feel good but now that you're gone, that the best part of his life and the only good thing he had is not going to be there anymore, all that is left is him and his flaws and faults. 

He isn't the good one, you were and the fact that you died instead of him was a mistake. 

As he came back to cabin, holding the baby close to him, he felt like nothing of what happened was real

He would not be able to attend your funeral, not because of anything in particular but because he couldn't bring himself to see you like that

Plus he now had this small thing to take care of

She was just looking at Jason with such intensity and fascination, clueless about all that was going on around her

Unaware that she was looking at the one who caused the death of the person who brought her here. 

The grief never got better.

Everyday he wakes up and for a second his mind tricks him into thinking you're still here but you're not and it's something that would never stop being painful

The worst part is just waking up every single day with the knowledge of what he has done and having to live with it day after day

Though when he gets to see his baby all of that matters less and gets pushed to the back of his mind

He hasn't had the time to ask you so many things about how he should do this but now he just had to figure it out with or without anyone's help

The only thing he knew is that nothing in this earth and nothing of what has happened could make him hate the baby

He would never be able to look at her and feel anger or resentment, she was the only good thing left. The second chance of doing it right if you will and even if it wasn't she was just a baby, his baby. That was enough to be worthy of Jason's love and forgiveness

THOMAS HEWITT:

Oh god, Thomas is having none of this

Especially since it could've go everything right if it wasn't for hoyt

Since the first day you both knew you would become parents he was on cloud 9

He couldn't remember be this happy in years and it was all thanks to you and your future child

He didn't let you lift a single finger, he and luda made sure you had always all you needed and that you stayed healthy and safe

If you were too tired he was immediately by your side guiding you to the room so you could rest. If you were hungry luda was by your side in a second with a snack

Every was going so well and it only seemed to get better and better 

Every night he stayed up late to finish the baby's room and when he was with you he would spend the time making plans, choosing names ecc

Nothing in this world mattered more to him than his family

In fact he was even taking in consideration to stop all the killing. He knew first hand what that type of consequences would come out of being exposed to so much violence from such young age and he didn't want his child to grow up like that

He wanted to be a good person for the baby, someone they could be proud of one day 

Hoyt however wasn't that happy with the choices Thomas wanted to make 

Everyone in that house knew that even if Hoyt always liked to say he was in charge the one who actually was is Thomas. If he didn't want to do something then no one would move him from his decision 

And now that even luda mae was on Thomas side with it hoyt was just boiling with anger 

He wouldn't allow Thomas to "ruin" the family just for a baby 

So when the day came for you to give birth and you started to feel sick and losing blood out of nowhere Hoyt just swear that they could take care of it in the house

That there wasn't anymore time and that if they brought to a hospital you would probably either lose the baby or bleed to death 

Thomas, seeing that ever so reluctantly luda agreed with hoyt, he believed it. 

That was his only mistake, believe that hoyt would actually help him 

Needless to say that for the first time Thomas was not going to let it pass 

He felt so tired, he has never been so exhausted in his entire life. And he should know that since he has always been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

It was not that type of tiredness that came from working too much or the lack of sleep. It was like something has drained your vital energy out of you, like even your soul is too heavy now. And even if all he wanted right now was to close his eyes and never wake up he couldn't, the images that had been burned into his brain forced him to shoot his eyes open before feeling sick. 

All that red, all that blood everywhere and anywhere. Blood that shouldn't even be out at all surrounding your too still body. How on earth did he let this happen? 

He tried to push every thought back as he cradled his baby close to his chest. He just wanted to have one happy moment before having to face what has happened to you and what the consequences would be. 

He didn't let anyone go near him or the baby, not even luda mae. He was sitting on a chair in his room, his clothes still covered in your blood, his mask off because otherwise he wouldn't be able to breathe. His hands were carefully holding the baby as best he could, it was so small that Thomas feared breaking him with any sudden movement but didn't find it within himself to not keep him close

He was furious with all of them. Every time they tried to get close to him or the baby he recoiled from their touch glaring at them a silent threat to stay away. How could they even think he would allow them to go near his son after what they have done to you? He has never in his life questioned or resented any of his family members, not even when they treated him as less than a guard dog. He has always protected them and given away his life and own happiness for their safety and comfort. God knows he has done anything for them, he has turned himself into the monster he didn't want to be just to keep them alive. And the only time he needed their help, he wanted to save something that made him happy, they decided to do this atrocity. 

He didn't even had the fucking time to react, to do anything that you were already gone. He had to see you bleed to death, suffer and be scared as you held onto his chest begging to save you or to make it stop. He wanted to do something but they kept saying that it was too late, that you needed to stay there. He had to watch you die when he knew perfectly you could've been saved if you were brought to a hospital. It wasn't even that fucking far, it would've take less time than it took for you to die. 

The only thing keeping him from following you was the baby. A beautiful boy who was just perfect and was unaware of all the atrocities around him. It was the only thing from you he could save, he wasn't going to let anyone hurt him. 

He always thought that his family treatment towards him was just rough love, that he was safe with them. He believed every word they said when they tried to gaslight him into thinking there was no better way to live for him than this, that this is all he had. He didn't want to listen when you told him things could change, that he could do better and have something more. You always believed in him and his worth and he should've known you were right. They were only using him and now you have paid the price of this all. 

This was gonna be the last time he would let anyone hurt someone he loves, the last time he would anyone use him this way. 

His thoughts kept racing as he stared down at the baby rocking him left and right softly to keep him calm. He couldn't stop his mind from spinning to think about what to do. He couldn't hurt them, even after all of this he couldn't find it within him to do anything against them. That didn't mean he could stay with them either, not after this, not knowing they could do something to his child. 

How is he supposed to do this now without you? You should've been here with him, planning your future as a family. 

He felt so..alone. He has nothing left beside the baby and he's so scared of messing up that too. Like you could say he's used to being alone but since he had you by his side everything felt less empty, he felt like he had somewhere to fit in. And now it was all gone, all but this small thing sleeping in his arms. Looking at him Thomas knew that his devotion and loyalty towards his family had come to an end when they decided to put his own about to be family in danger, now all that loyalty was only for his son. And nothing would come between him and giving his son a life he deserves, he won't let that happen again. 

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[venusimi]

《 I hate and love you 》

PROMPT: “It sucks because I want to hate you, but I can’t.”

Angst, emotional hurt/comfort, confrontation, angst with a happy ending

Mammon-centric, slight demon brothers bashing (it gets SOMEWHAT better I swear on my life as a writer), it might also be ooc so I hope I got it right.

TW: Implied alcohol abuse and mentioned drug usage

His accent also comes and goes and I'm too lazy to fix that lmfao

Now, Mammon is a strong demon. As the second oldest and second strongest just below Lucifer he is someone powerful and rightfully feared by many demons and humans alike.

He rules over one of the 7 layers of hell and was—still is—Lucifer's right hand man since the beginning of their time.

However, despite the amount of things you hear from demons and humans, the truth behind close doors is something that would completely alter your perception of the 7 princes of hell.

Leviathan himself admits that he could never defeat Mammon in a fight and he's the third oldest.

But because of the fact that Mammon is the second born, powerful and all, he is forced to stay strong. To remain unaffected by the negativity and continue to rule over his part.

Remain unaffected.

Stay strong.

So he does, he lets his brothers feel comfortable enough to hurt his feelings. To tell him he's weak when he's not, to call him scummy, a douchebag, and to kill himself.

His brothers truly love him, no?

He loves all his brothers. He wouldn't swap them for anything, but the real question is would they swap him for anything?

He tries not to think hard about it, he can't show any form of weaknesses. Not even to himself.

Weakness.

He simply will not allow it.

If Lucifer could then why can't he? He's his right hand man, he must always be the great Mammon, otherwise, how would Lucifer feel relaxed and do his own work? Lucifer stands to help them live, Mammon protects his brothers if not from physical harm. That's his duty as the second born.

He was never good at lying so he simply never say anything and quickly changed topic while trying to act as normal as possible, he doesn't want his brothers' pity. Not in the absolute slightest.

But acting like nothing's wrong also meant that he had to take regular emotional beatings from his brothers.

It wouldn't have hurt as much if they weren't brothers, but they were. They knew each other for thousands of years, they've been together through even the darkest times so the amount of hurt it gave Mammon whenever they insulted him was like the fall all over again.

The pain in his heart, the agonizing pain as his head and back grew an extra set of body part was incomparable to hearing them say derogatory words towards him.

He was the one that swallowed his own feelings to take care of his brothers when they first fell.

He took care of Lucifer when his Pride wouldn't let him rest.

He stayed awake with Leviathan when his insomnia gets the best of him.

He helped Satan sneak in some cats and took the blame for it.

He made sure Asmodeus didn't get any disease from his outings every night.

He made sure Beelzebub is always fed but not overfed.

He was the one that brought Belphegor back to his room when Beelzebub wasn't home.

He took care of them when their body couldn't stomach the hellish food, he made sure they ate something to tide the hunger.

He made sure they slept when the nightmares were too awake for their liking.

He made sure they were healthy, happy, and safe when no one else could.

He did the dirty work when no one liked them.

How was that any fair to him? Sure they didn't ask for it but he still did it anyways, he made sure to keep them alive and well to survive.

He would have done so anyways even if it wasn't needed.

He loves his brothers after all.

The alcohol intoxicated his head, it flowed throughout his body and it felt like he was flying.

Mammon rarely ever gets drunk you see and because of that, he's a lightweight but not as much as Belphegor and the others. Compared to Asmodeus and Lucifer he definitely is a lightweight.

He comes home drunk with a bottle of Demonous in hand, he drank 3 whole bottles which is way past his usual limit.

He rarely gets drunk because of his modeling gig.

His headaches get so bad with flashing lights and he's very irritable which won't be good if demons started avoiding him, he needs money too.

What time was it? He didn't have his phone with him.

He practically breaks down the door if only it wasn't already opened to begin with, as if someone was waiting for him to come home.

"Mammon."

He lifts his head up, "....Hah?" He slurs.

Lucifer sighs, "You promised to come home early tonight for family movie night. Why are you drunk? And it's an hour past 'early'."

Mammon frowns. He stumbles when he walks in and pushes past Lucifer then down to the common room.

"Mammon!" He ignored his brother's call.

He gulps the last of the Demonous and throws it across the hall, shattering the glass into millions.

He didn't know what he was doing.

His body burned with alcohol and some sort of drug that helps him get high and completely forget about it all, he didn't want to do it but it just felt so enticing.

He didn't notice how his brothers flinched at the shattering of glass.

His eyes were gold, all previous self control be damned.

"Mammon, are you... Drunk?" Satan frowned, he wasn't a huge fan of drinking. He hated the scent of alcohol and Belphegor could relate too but his twin sometimes drinks and it helps him fall asleep faster.

"'m not drunk!" He slurs, he was louder than usual which was a sign itself.

"Are you high?" Asmodeus would know.

"No!"

"You are." Lucifer sounded angry, but Mammon wasn't really Mammon at the moment.

"I said, 'm not drunk." He walks up to the eldest and glares.

"You're so hostile, you're not usually like this Mammon." Leviathan scans the older demon cautiously, as if he would pounce at any given moment.

"Me? 'm always like this! What do ya mean!?"

"You're usually loud and arrogant, scummy and very stupid but right now you're neither of those things other than loud." Belphegor continued.

"...Haaah? Who're ya callin' arrogant and stupid?" Mammon was quick to stand straight, ready to let out his wings and show who's dominant but Lucifer stands in between as if trying to tell Mammon not to do something he'll definitely regret.

"You're drunk and intoxicated, let's go to bed."

"Shaddup! Ya act so high and mighty when yer really just the same as all of us so quit actin' like yer the boss of me!" Mammon does not move however.

Lucifer stumbles very slightly, "Excuse me? Who are you talking to?"

"Obviously you, who else would I be talkin' to?"

"You're so snappy today..." Beelzebub mumbled to no one in particular, he does his best not to be heard. He is powerful and incredibly buff but even then he still can't beat Mammon in a fight so if a fight were to break loose, his main priority would be Belphegor's safety, seeing as he is the weakest of them all, and getting Mammon to calm down.

Luckily, Mammon was too angry to hear Beelzebub.

"You're bold when you're drunk Mammon." Lucifer was in his demon form.

Mammon should be cowering in fear and yet he is standing tall with his own demon form out, "Woah woah woah! You two calm down!" Asmodeus leaps in between them.

"Satan! Help!" Asmodeus was panicking, he had never seen them fight before.

"Quit it you two! Mammon, do you know why we treat you the way we do? It's because of your shit attitude! You get so snappy at the smallest things and blame us for it." Satan couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh so yer blamin' me for the shit I didn't even want? Callin' me names and makin' fun of me? Ya haven't seen shit so quit actin' like yer innocent! How is it any fair that I get to be the center of the blame? I never get to indulge in my sin like yall without getting hung upside down for it!"

"Your sin is expensive and it causes me trouble, it's not easy having to clean up the mess you made and try to sweep it under the rug to keep your pristine reputation as a prince of hell!"

"My reputation is my greed. As long as I keep takin' and losin' it all then everyone shouldn't raise a brow if I suddenly get killed for it plus, I can't control it! I am a demon, Lucifer. Ya should understand the best! Yer stupid pride just won't admit the fact that yer wrong, plus, Beelzebub is just as expensive as I am! He destroyed an entire restaurant because they had nothin' more to serve, ya think he's cheap? Ya really gotta redefine your version of 'cheap'."

"How does taking everything you own and losing it all apply to your reputation? Your logic makes little sense." Asmodeus rolls his eyes at his older brother, half aware of what he meant.

"If ya keep drinkin' eventually, you'll get drunk and throw up, right? But it's just too good to stop. It's exactly like that for greed. Every demon in Devildom is aware of how I work, but I will stop at nothing to get exactly what I want. I am aware of my shit actions, okay!? And so are you! But I can't help it!"

"You keep yelling like that's gonna help!" Leviathan yelled back at his older brother.

Mammon grits his teeth bitterly, "None of ya understand do ya? Do I gotta spell it out for ya so you'd understand? Do you have any idea how many nights I stay up thinkin' about my own mind and how I hate it here!? Have ya ever wondered why Lucifer hasn't hung any of ya for the shit you guys pull!? Ya think Lucifer would have let you off for stainin' his favorite coat, Satan? Or when Belphie spilled coffee all over his documents that he needed for next week? I fell instead of ya! It ain't fun but I knew how harsh he is, only I can handle him without breakin' but all of ya combined? There's only so much a demon like me can take..."

Mammon holds back tears because that's what he always does, that's all he does anyways. He can't do anything else about it other than to hold back any feelings that could be used against him.

The silence was loud, no one knew what to say.

Lucifer notices the tears.

"Mammon-"

"-Just... Shut up. Please."

They were silent again, eyes strayed away from each other. Suddenly the shattered bottle, the walls, and the floor was interesting.

They start to notice the little things.

How there's a new vase that looked similar to the one Belphegor shattered except it had gold lines as if it was being kept together.

Beelzebub hated this, Belphegor knew.

"...Mammon, listen. We're sorry, okay? We didn't mean to make it seem that way but if you had told us sooner-" Belphegor tried to reason but Mammon was far too intoxicated to bother.

He turns away.

"You were always good at manipulating others Belphie. That's the youngest for ya..." He mumbles before leaving.

Lucifer steps in front of him.

"Can you get out of the way? I'm tryna get back to my-"

"You are not leaving until this is resolved. What do you think of us? Do you think we don't love you?" Mammon stares at him with dead eyes.

"Ya love me? Doesn't feel that way."

They stared in silence, Lucifer felt awkward. "Believe me... Believe us, Mammon. We'll try our best to be better just please be honest with us, tell us how you feel?"

Mammon didn't respond, he honesty didn't want to.

"Y'know, it sucks because I want to hate you, but I can't. It's almost impossible to feel a tinge of hatred for ya when we've been together through the darkest shadows. But because I can't hate ya, I can't love ya either, right? So I feel nothing. Not anymore. I care for ya but that's definitely just because I have built a system in my mind to care for anyone I consider by family, I care, but not enough ta stay."

He pushes past Lucifer, stumbling through the halls. Though his words were slurred, it was clear as daylight. They knew and understood but they couldn't bring themselves to speak.

Lucifer straightens himself, "We'll fix this as soon as possible, but for now I think he needs time to himself."

The eldest's voice was low; like a whisper, almost.

No one said anything.

No one could.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me angst #obey me hurt/comfort #mammon centric #angst #angst with a happy ending #confrontation #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me ficlet #obey me fic #obey me mammon angst #mammon angst #om! shall we date #emotional hurt/comfort #writing prompt #i'm writing mammon angst because i'm sad #can i sell my bodyparts for mammon? i love that man fr #he makes me wanna cry and hug someone tbh #he's so intimidating but in mc's eyes he's just a gushy and very much in love tsundere #everyone else that isn't his brothers see him as someone to be feared and is actually genuinely fucking terrifying #the brothers are ranked by strength btw

[casiavium]

It is thursday not wip wednesday anymore but I really want to finish damage control in march (more likely april tbh, I still have a lot of cosplay stuff to work on before the con I'm going to in a few weeks) so maybe if I post weekly wips I will hold my self accountable to actually writing

flashback scene that opens the chapter directly copy pasted from my wip, so ignore the format and any typos lol

"Are you healing well?"

Link's fingers grazed his chest. The skin was perfectly smooth, not even the old scars from sparring left. He felt as if there should be a gaping wound, as if he should be able to dip his fingers into a hollow center and scoop out what was left of his humanity. 

Ghirahim took hold of his wrist and drew his hand away.

"Yeah."

Tucking his legs under himself, Link leaned into Ghirahim, watching as the demon stretched out his arm and rubbed along his deathly pale skin. He could feel the other's eyes staring at him intently, but didn't elaborate. No scars remained anywhere on his body. Every tiny cut and scrape he had vanished. His freckles were gone.

"You're rethinking again."

Ripping his hand away, Link scoffed at the statement. "Even if I am, what could I do about it?"

His attitude wouldn't go unnoticed. Twisting his face by his chin, Ghirahim forced his attention, hard glare met with unapologetic indifference. Clicking his tongue, he conceded, wrapping his arm around Link's shoulders in what felt more possessive and encircling than tender.

"You're learning the right sentiment, but we'll have to work on your presentation. Master won't be as kind as I am when it comes to ignoring your insolence."

Link wanted to snap back that he didn't need to pretend respect around Demise because Demise actually deserved it, but he held his tongue. Ghirahim may have lost some of his status to rule over Link, but he was still a far older and far more powerful spirit. His own meager freedom was loosely based on Ghirahim's ability to convince Demise, and he wasn't about to have it taken away.

Ghirahim applied pressure onto his far shoulder, insistently molding him against his body trying to encourage him to relax. The couch shifted as their limbs tangled together, Link resting his head against Ghirahim's chest. Threading fingers into his hair, he combed through dull locks to lull him into a false comfort. Just the night before he had been nearly ripping them out, violent fists curled around wrists that would no longer bruise.

The room was pretty, Link had to admit. Maybe at one time it had been a library, but all the shelves were devoid of books save for a few spineless pages and a crumbling hardcover. The whole fortress had an air of forgotten elegance, that what was once housed in here commanded respect and nobility. The empty windows and crumbling walls echoed his own feeling of wasting away.

"You said," Link whispered, barely a breath he hadn't learned how to use again, "that you didn't want the Surface destroyed."

The hand stopped combing through his hair. 

"It's best not to dwell, Link."

"I don't want it destroyed." He continued to press, emptiness guiding his words. "But... it's not even my home. All it did was fight me, and hurt me, and put me through meaningless tests. I don't want it to burn. It can't."

Link squeezed his eyes closed, his whole face aching from holding back tears. He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry so bad, and even that had been taken from him. "It's like Hy— the gods didn't want me to succeed. And it's not that I want to destroy it—I just don't <b>care</b> anymore. Why don't I care?"

The body beneath him moved with a deep breath, sparking jealousy in Link. Ghirahim could convey his emotions in ways he couldn't even when he was human, always had the right words to express his anger. Link was hollow. He was like Fi, but the person he had been was trapped inside himself. He could only seem to make that shine through in acts of anger.

"It is normal to feel upset that the people you thought cared for you never did." Ghirahim began, hesitantly, but Link cut him off.

"The Surface never cared for me, Skyloft did."

"And our Master does not care about Skyloft. Just the Surface. So why is it bothering you?"

"I don't know." Link admitted, gritting his teeth. Only partially a lie. He couldn't tell Ghirahim the truth: he was the hero, he was supposed to save the Surface. He was supposed to care. He didn't know why he had given up. "I'm just... restless."

"That's normal." Ghirahim murmured, going back to petting him. "Your blade hasn't even split blood. You're agitated and craving an outlet, you want to be used. I'm sorry I can't help you."

"Is it like this all the time?" 

"You'll get used to it." 

Silence hung over the pair, the creaks and groans of the fortress echoing along the halls. Link picked at a loose thread, unraveling the fine pattern on the cushions.

"How long did it take you?" 

When Ghirahim didn't answer, Link propped himself up on his elbows, pushing his questions in this quiet moment he was least likely to lash out. "You weren't always like this. You were human once, like me, right?"

"I was never human." The spirit denied, spitting the words out like they disgusted him. "Humans are weak and pathetic things, and you'll learn this change is a blessing. I was a demon, Link. I was never like you, so I'm afraid I can't offer much help. You must be suffering far worse than I did."

"But you survived the same thing. Surely you remember what it was like?"

"I remember very little of my life before becoming what I am." He snapped, but he had drawn his arms across each other and wouldn't look Link in the eye. 

"I don't believe you."

 Link found himself flipped and pressed against the floor in the blink of an eye, both he and Ghirahim toppling down as the demon straddled his chest with a hand around his neck. His lips were curled into a snarl, a wild anger unleashed in his eyes. "Stop testing me."

"Why won't you tell me? Are you hiding something?"

"It's none of your concern!"

"I'll ask Demise."

Ghirahim stopped. "You wouldn't."

"I will." Link pushed, grabbing Ghirahim's arms to try and pry him off. "I'll go right now, I don't care, what's the worst he can do? Kill me? Hurt me? Ignore me?"

Digging his nails into his grey skin, Link tried to make Ghirahim fight, but the demon wasn't even struggling. He held Link at arm's length, but no longer tried to pin him down.

"You want attention."

Link only kicked his legs, snapping his teeth and trying to throw Ghirahim off.

"I told you, acting out will not get the results you want."

 "Sitting here pretending you care about me isn't either!"

"Oh, sky child. " Ghirahim sighed, letting him tire himself out as he tried to fight. As his punches slowed to weak tugs at his clothes and his screaming morphed into dry sobs, Ghirahim caught his wrists and held him still. 

"You never did know when to quit."

#ghiralink #cherrywriting #sword spirit au

[tamorisana]

YOU CALLED IT UPON YOURSELF @rodolfoparrasnumber1fan . I WARNED YOU TO NOT TO FUCK WITH ME. YOU HAPPY NOW??

To anyone outside: Angst. No happy endings. Hurt no comfort. Character death. be aware this has a lot of my own tears. Go on add some more.

"Don't look at me like that." Rudy mumbled holding firm onto his blood-leaking side, trying to stop the said blood in him. He knows. He won't leave field alive. Not today. Not with such severe wounds. Four bullet wounds, a serious burnt on his leg, he, despite having fuzzy vision, can practically see the death to his left. What a way to die. He feels sorry for his Mama. They won't go into forest again. He can't keep this promise. That'll be the second one he didn't keep. At least he is with-

"I'm looking normally." Alejandro. Ah, his beautiful, handsome with such charismatic personality its crazy to think about how can some one have one of these to exist. "Dona! Dona, Call for exfil! And medevac!" Even now, in the lights of flashes blowing up and bullets being fired at cartel branch «La Rosa», he is stunning. He always is. Tall, loud, ladies man, a part of special force. A dream to get married to. "You look at me like at kicked puppy." he gets no answer. Because he is right.

La Rosa is the last one of branches and their Las Almas would be free.

Rodolfo can't care less. He did fight for it to be safe but not as much as for Alejandro. Don't get him wrong, his home, family and Mama are fine thanks to Los Vaqueros and it's all good but he needed to keep that pendejo alive. Sadness suddenly rushes through him. He never came around to tell the man. Tell how much he loves him. How his every laugh makes him fold in half. How drunk on his smile he wants to be or how light touches on his on Rudy's shoulder arouses something in him.

He needs to tell while he can.

"Ale'... come here.." comes out as a whisper. Fuck. He feels how his consciousness slips away from him along with life, drips out like crimson liquid from wound. Alejandro dares to not obey, expression sorrows "Rudy hold on, ill get—" "Alejandro! Listen to me one Fucking time for fucks sake!" in instance he is above Rudy because Rudy never shouts, even when gets hit. Parra takes his sweet time looking at the face he loves, yes loves and loved, for the last 23 years, trying remember for the last time. "Rodolfo. Talk to me. Tell me what's wro—"

"I don't know what I.. would do without you. I don't know what I would be if twenty years ago you didn't come to help me after Rodrigo pushed me off the bike." he is interrupted by his own coughing its blood from punctured lung he knows and fire exchange. Rodolfo lifts his hands and puts the bloodied one on Colonels cheek its easier to wash out, knowing Ale' he would take a good shower after this, he always does. The clean one goes on top his collarbone. He sees as much as he can with tears in eyes how Ale furrows his brows, eyes open in pure fear what a sight, he should tease him about it later and already opened his mouth to say something. Rudy doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't controls what comes out of his mouth. Slips like blood from his lips "I love you. I loved you for as long as I can remember. You mean so much to me-.. Thank you Alejandro. Thank you for being here with me.. in those last moments.. you are so so pretty Alejandro..."

He doesn't think he ever felt this light. He should feel like that. That not how dying feels. But thats how it is. He closes his eyes, smiling softly at how Alejandro screams, begs he should tease him about it too, holds him so close to always warm body. He is hallucinating because there is a kisses on his face, he even hears "Rudy, Rudy don't. Don't Fucking leave me. I love you too. Please. Please. Rudy!" before he finally rests.

What a strange livid hallucination.

Alejo to Val

08.02.22

FUCK YOU AND YOUR VAQUEROS,

ALEJANDRO

2 PM

28.04.24

Rudy's gone. 4 AM

Cry. Cry in this jar. Let me be hydrated.

#cod #call of duty #alejandro vargas #cod mwii #mw2 2022 #alerudy #alejandro x rodolfo #aledolfo #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo cod #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas cod #valeria garza

[maudeboggins]

i had such a bad chemo infusion today. the nurse was super rough with the iv, moving it around a lot while he was pumping it, because there was no "flash back" of blood (apparently they can tell the iv is in the vein if blood is drawn back into the iv) but he kept saying he was "confident" it was in the vein as the saline wasn't pooling so he went ahead with the injection even after i voiced concerns maybe two or three times (like something clearly was not working. i even asked him to tape down the iv because the movement was hurting and he said he couldn't). first the infusion began leaking on my skin and he just said "that will be fine" and wiped it up and kept going even though i've been told that while the infusion is good to be injected as it fights the cancer it is toxic (nurses have to put on protective gear before handling it and i can't even kiss my husband for a week because the trace amounts in body fluids are toxic to people not on chemo). every time i've had this infusion they say it should NOT hurt and if it does they'll stop immediately. so he is injecting it and i say it hurts and he goes "oh that's normal," and i stop him again and he says it's normal for it to irritate the veins. at that point i got him to re-poke me somewhere else because it hurt too much. finally another nurse did it and it was fine

idk i guess i just needed to vent about this. healthcare people are on the whole much nicer in the cancer world than elsewhere (i've dealt with a lot of mental health care and that's pretty dire). but i feel like i'm getting repeatedly dismissed. something hurts and they go "oh thats fine. that's normal" and keep going. even when i got my second biopsy, the freezing didn't work fully and when i said it hurt, i could feel it, the nurse just said "don't worry we're almost done" even though just before i had been told that if i could feel ANYTHING they would stop and refreeze. last week when i saw the oncologist i said i was nauseous two weeks after my chemo infusion and he just said "that's not supposed to happen it's probably just heartburn" when like, idk if it is or isn't supposed to happen but it IS HAPPENING! i'm super nauseous! and they keep just saying "oh that's odd!" when before this whole thing they told me that if i ever felt too nauseous they would definitely help out. and when i said earlier this week i was feeling too unwell to get my infusion because i had a cold the nurse i spoke to just said "it won't matter, chemo won't impact your ability to heal" while the oncologist an hour later said it WOULD impact my ability to heal and i should postpone until i feel well enough.

it's just really hard. i have such a hard time advocating for myself, and it feels like every time i do, by saying i'm in pain or nauseous or uncomfortable, the nurse or doctor i'm seeing just goes "i don't think that's a big deal i'm just going to continue with what i was doing." like everyone is for the most part really nice to me (which is a big difference. in mental healthcare, they are not nice to you lol) and i'm also so fortunate to be able to get treatment especially so soon after being diagnosed. but it just keeps happening!! i will say the cancer psychiatrist i'm seeing is the nicest and most understanding psychiatrist i've ever seen which is something

#tw healthcare #tw health #if anyone needs a different tw please let me know #anything about cancer i will for the most part put behind a read more #i don't have a lot of irl people to talk to so i find it helps to express myself here