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neuvistar · 10 months

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Can you do a request for gepard? Like he forgot his lunch one day and reader delivered it to him, but they couldnt help themselves and fucked in the barracks 😭😭😭 PLS

OFC OFC <33 this is gonna be a lil thirst but i think it’s enough! he’s so sweet, and when he heard u had sumn to deliver to him, his heart melted! he didn’t know that it would escalate into something further | mmm let’s see let’s see gn!reader 2 be safe, short lil thirst, not proofread, gepard being a sweetheart, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex?? overall suggestive content! minors do not interact ! (this has been rotting in my drafts 4 so long i’m so sorry anon)

you’re such a sweetie, lunch? for him? he was thrilled! you knew and noticed how exhausting things have been for gepard, stressing himself out as he came home later and later, seeing his pretty face lesser and lesser as the days go on, you couldn’t handle it really :(( it would come to the point where you would be willing to relieve his stress a little, packing him lunch every now and then so he would have enough energy 2 be energized throughout the day <3

well.. it worked, but not that well. you knew your boyfriend was always in a rush, occasionally waking up with nobody by your side, occasionally waking up n having 2 make breakfast for yourself, opening the freezer as u see that gepard already collected his lunch. he was in a rush of course, you could tell. he didn’t even bother eating breakfast! one of these days you would notice that his lunch you packed for him last night was still in the freezer, cocking a brow as you figured he might’ve.. rushed a little too much, forgetting his own lunch. you decided it was a good idea to deliver it for him, he can’t go on his day with an empty stomach!

one of his guards pulled him aside, whispering on how his partner was present there, asking for him as they happen 2 be there delivering something for him. when gepard met with you and saw that same kind look in your eyes, his gaze would soften. eyes wandering to the neatly packaged lunch you had made for him (that he forgot..) that night. you’re such a sweetheart, he really does appreciate the things you do for him, he really does. that’s what he loves about you, always so sweet 2 him n willing 2 do things for him <3 gepard is a darling.. not knowing how this situation escalated into something so fast.

you couldn’t help it really, you were needy. you wanted him, it’s been so long since he filled you up.. it’s about time you had your fill! your dragged your hands smoothly down his chest, lips curved into a smirk as gepard’s back was pushed back against the wall, a deep red blush on his face as his hands were glued to your waist, feeling just how hot your body became. “sweetheart.. is it alright if we wait until i get home? m’ sorry.. i needta’—“ you shut him up with a kiss, tasting his lips as this kiss was different than those usual goodbye ones you would give him when he was off for duty, the kiss was heated and rough, the taste of your lips drove him absolutely crazy, he loved how savoury you tasted against his mouth, he could taste you forever and he would never get tired of it.

gepard is such a darling, is he? forcing his big cock inside your aching hole :(( a hand clasped on your pretty lips as he whispered praises and demands 4 u to be good n quiet for him, well.. this really did escalate. his packaged lunch was by the far corner of the wall, he can worry abt that later. the blonde held your hips, lifting one of your legs up as this new position made your eyes pop out of your sockets almost because of how good it felt, he was big. you knew that. it was bad enough that he was practically pounding into you where other soldiers could catch you both any moment, and it was bad enough that some of his cum he filled your hole with was seeping out, dripping on your pretty thighs then the floor, oh boy. you wondered what excuse he’ll come up with for that.

his cock was so damn talented, charting the stars almost with how talented it was, how it had the ability to make you cum in no time.. drool slipped from the side of your lips as gepard grunted at the feeling of your hole spasming around his big dick, wanting you to feel every single detail of it. your hole was stretched, you struggled to keep yourself up as your legs shook viciously against gepard’s hold, pounding himself into you now.. fuck. he really was good with his cock. he was lost in the moment, his mind blank with nothing but you. you knew you both really could’ve have fucked in a better place.. but you couldn’t help it. you missed him, missed his cock. missed how deep it would go, missed just how softly the cockhead of it would kiss your deepest areas, missed just how perfect that bulge on your stomach was. your hole sucked him in with each thrust, making him even more desperate than he is. the captain already came multiple times, just how much can he cum?!

not that you were complaining though, you loved it whenever your beloved boyfriend filled you up like this. but yet again.. you really could’ve chosen a better place and time to get fucked like this, maybe then you both wouldn’t make such a huge mess of cum dripping down to the hard floor from your stretched out hole.

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vyglitchcraft · 7 months

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Can you write something on MK1 Smoke trying to give the reader a kiss but is nervous about it because it would be their first kiss?

"Toasty!"

MK1 Tomas "Smoke" Vrbada x Gen!reader

Content: short fic, fluff, tooth rotting cuteness, SFW

Plot: first kiss with Smoke and another Lin Kuei ninja

You and Tomas only started dating a week ago, you being his first and him being your first. The two of you never exactly kissed, Tomas always sort of smacked his mask against your forehead as a faux kiss of sorts. He saw Kuai and Bi do that with their dates so he also did it to you although a bit too hard, you swear you have a bruise right on your forehead just from him lovingly bumping his face against yours. It started to piss you off A LOT having to rub ointment on the bruise but you couldn't be mad at him, he's too cute!

One day, you asked Kuai Liang for some tips and he recommended to just go slowly and see where the two of you would end up. That leads you to the present. You confronted Tomas just as he finished training. You tapped his shoulder and pulled your bangs away showing the bruise. "O-oh! I am so so sorry" he softly grabbed your face, looking at the bruise "that...does not look good..." He mutters to himself.

"Hmm maybe instead of bashing your mask against my face, you should just kiss me instead!" You huffed, crossing your arms. Tomas heard this and froze in place as if Bi-Han used his cryomancy powers on him. "But, i think that is a bit too...risque is it not?" This reply was not unexpected, considering the Lin Kuei has a very strong focus on discipline, you bet that he barely knows anything about romance besides some movies he has watched but even then, those things were difficult to find considering the Lin Kuei temple barely has working electrical sockets even then Bi-Han likes to freeze them by accident causing it to short circuit. Even then he never had the time to indulge in such activities.

Tomas slowly took his mask off and nervously grabbed your shoulder, he didn't know what to do. He tried to remember those scenes he saw in the movies he watched. He moved one hand behind your head "do you...wish for me to...kiss you?" He asked first. For once your confidence was gone, now replaced with nervousness. Neither of you have any idea how to kiss, sure you always see people kissing each other but you never done it yourself. "Sure! Go...go ahead" your heart was beating in your chest, Tomas too.

He gulped, looking around making sure no one would see him. He slowly breathed in and out, calming down before slowly leaning in and kissing you on the lips. You closed your eyes and he followed soon. He held you close for what felt like hours. You held the sides of his face with one hand while the other was on his back, holding onto his shirt.

You hummed into the kiss, all that anxiety melting away. Why were you afraid? This feels amazing, natural even. He slowly pulled away and looked at you, his hand to his mouth, he couldn't believe it, he did it! He finally kissed someone. You covered your face as a hot blush spread through your cheeks "i-i can't believe it!" Tomas let's go of you "your lips felt amazing...very soft" he whispered.

"Yours too...you're a really good kisser" he smiled and pulled you into a hug, kissing you on the bruise he left from his mask "from now on, i promise not to crash my mask onto your face" you couldn't help but laughed "thank the gods!"

Although your romantic moment was interrupted by Bi-Han and Kuai watching you and cheering both of you, acting like the proud brothers they were, although Bi-Han was more serious, hitting Tomas on the back of the head while saying "congratulations" in Mandarin. Well your fault for expecting peace and quiet in this place.

#tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #smoke mk #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #mk smoke #smoke x reader

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joonipertree · 8 months

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Tags: college au, awkward mikey, flustered mikey, mikey has a crush on you. skateboarder!mikey.

[I wrote this Feb 2022. THIS WAS BEFORE I WATCHED THE SHOW OR READ THE MANGA. I JUST SAW A PIC AND THOUGHT HE WAS CUTE???]

You weren’t sure what you were watching but you were pretty sure it was akin to a circus.

“Mikey, you have to.” A pretty girl said with a bored expression on her face.

“No.”

Mikey, your classmate, was simply circling around her with an equally bored expression. He was the definition of carefree, skateboard under his feet and hands in his pocket with his long blonde hair in a ponytail.

“You were fine five minutes ago.”

“That was before I had two mental breakdowns about it.”

“In the span of five minutes?”

“You don’t know my life.”

“I’m your sister.”

“No.”

“Mikey, just fucking go up to them and kiss already, it’s exhausting watching you pine.” Ryuguji, another classmate of yours, spoke from the bench he was sitting on.

“Shut your fucking mouth before I punch you, Kenchin.” Mikey deadpanned, skating a little wobbly for a second before righting himself.

“That’s not the point of this, you need a partner for the assignment.” The blonde girl spoke sternly.

“I’d rather fail than ask them.”

“I’ll tell big brother on you.”

“Oh no, I’m so scared. What horrible things will he do?” Mikey had a very sarcastic tone in his voice as he shivered exaggeratedly.

“Ass.”

“Emma, I’m still not convinced. There’s nothing that can possibly happen that will make me go and talk to them.”

“Oh hey _____, didn’t see you there.” Ryuguji all but shouted out.

Mikey promptly fell off his skateboard and stumbled two feet forward before stabilizing himself.

“Hey, sorry for just standing there, I needed to use the vending machine.” you said with a giggle.

Mikey all but skipped to the side which made you giggle as you walked towards it.

It was silent for a while and when you turned around, you saw the three of them having some kind of conversation with their eyes. It mostly consisted of Mikey shaking his head vehemently.

Emma looked at you a second later and smiled a saccharine sweet smile at you before saying, “I love that shirt on you, it’s very cute.”

You thanked her and looked to your right to see Ryuguji keeping Mikey in a headlock as the other tried to escape his clutches.

“So, I heard about that project that’s coming up. Do you have a partner yet?”

“Sadly, no.” You sighed. Your friends had paired off already and you were the only one left.

“Mikey doesn’t have a partner either.” Emma said just as Mikey broke himself free.

“Oh, if you want to be my partner then you can.” You said as nonchalantly as possible. To be honest, Mikey was very cute and you always wanted to talk to him but never had the courage.

“i’m-well-no-I mean-I-” Mikey stuttered the worst you’ve ever heard anyone stutter.

“This means yes in Mikey.” Emma informed and for your own sanity, you believed her.

With a drink in your hand, you walked towards him and handed him your phone.

“Add your number in, I’ll text you.”

The boy just stood there in silence, eyes almost out of his sockets as he held the pastel blue covered phone in his hand. You noticed how big his hands were and it made you blush a bit. You wondered what it would feel like to hold them.

“Oh my god, you fucking coward.” Emma muttered but before she could take your phone from his hand, he cradled it against his chest while glaring at her. He then very carefully typed in his digits.

You tried opening your bottle of juice but were very clearly failing to, grunting softly at the effort you were putting in.

He took the bottle from you and gave your phone back before very easily unscrewing the cap.

Why the fuck was that attractive?

He handed it back and you squeaked out a thanks before saying a quick goodbye.

You were too far to hear or see him but the boy melted against his best friend and whined over how cute you were.

“Did you see how cool I was opening that bottle for them? I was so fuckling calm, what the fuck.”

#tokyorev headcanons #mikey headcanon #mikey x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev fluff #mikey imagines #mikey x you #tokyo rev x you #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo revengers sano manjiro

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dnvrsmedia · 1 year

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thinking abt goalie!abby !!!

she’d def be the big n scary goal keeper that all the other teams feared.

i’m thinking reader is the new forward! shy n to themself. the kind that speaks when spoken to BUT if around someone they’re comfortable with they never shut up (totally not speaking from experience).

one day you show up to practice in your cute shorts and rolled up sleeves with your matching colors cleats that just makes abby’s head spin.

she obviously doesn’t say shit about it or to you but she is definitely thinking several things.

her train of thought gets cut off when she’s introduced to you! she absolutely thinks your adorable with your shy nature.

anyone on the team would say that abby normally doesn’t do small talk. plenty of new people have filtered in and out of your D1 women’s soccer program leading her to learn to not get so attached. when new blood comes abby normally sends a curt head nod and gets to business.

oh but with you? something was pulling at her heart. she wanted to get to know you and be near you. she felt like she was going absolutely nuts. i mean she hasn’t even said a word to you!

that’s when you stick out your hand with the shyest smile that made the tall woman absolutely melt.

the whole team was watching with a grimace as abby stood in front of you with a…smile? it really looked like someone shoved a stick up her ass and she was trying to push through the pain.

she finally made a move to shake your hand after realizing that she had just been standing there admiring you.

now abby is a big girl. all 6’2 and muscular build of her!! you thought she was an absolute tall drink of water!!

before you could blink, you felt like your arm was tugged out of its socket from how firm a handshake abby gave you. that tug made you lose your balance and land even closer to abby then you were before.

you felt like you were ever so dizzy. from the angle you could see her prominent jaw clench. her big hand(almost twice the size of yours) cupping your hand firmly yet gentle enough that she wouldn’t break your hand. oh my god and you can smell the soap and the musky and woodsy cologne that abby put on lingering slightly.

you bit your lip with a giggle and looked up at her with your doe eyes and innocence that she just wanted to destroy and yet preserve.

“woah…you’re really strong” you squeak as you look anywhere but in abby’s eyes. she can feel you reverting to your shy self.

abby smirks and let’s go or your hand. she gives you one last look over (making you melt on the spot).

“welcome to the team” she winks at you and heads back to the goalie coach for the start of practice.

your. jaw. is. on. the. floor.

& uour panties are wet

the rest of the team were in shock at the way abby acted.

you tried not to garner too much attention in yourself your first practice with the team so you scurry off to find your fellow forwards and close friends.

ever since that day, abby has made it a task to be near you. during training, team dinners, on the bus to and from games, rooming with you at away games. you name it shes there.

not that you minded it at all!! you felt yourself falling head over heels (more like head over cleats) for this girl.

you both opened up to each other and were absolutely attached at the hip.

abby basically was your third roommate with how many times she slept over at your dorm.

those chill nights were your absolute favorite. your roommate would be out at some party, leaving the room to be free from her presence. abby would come over with her laptop and all of your favorite snacks and you two would watch a movie or show.

she always started off sitting next to you (too shy to make the first move) but by the end of the night you both would be cuddled up together on your tiny twin XL.

because of abby’s size, she would always pull you on top of her so that you both had the maximal space. or at least that’s the reason she likes to tell herself.

because of that, she started calling you her “very own teddy bear”

this made you smile whenever because you knew how much she struggled with affection.

knowing that you were the only one to be able to make her that comfortable made butterflies swarm your belly.

oh & when it came to games you best believe abby stared down anyone who tried to get at you.

being a forward, your job was to get the ball into the net as many times as you possibly could( and you were pretty damn good at that).

every time you scored a goal you can guarantee that abby is shouting from her post across the field.

abby is so proud of you that it absolutely hurts.

after wins abby walks up to you and spins you around. recently she’s gotten more bold and has started leaving kisses on your forehead and cheeks.

you get loooots of those after winning your team the final!!

on the other side of that, abby gives you lots of hugs and words of affirmation after hard losses. she knows how easy it is to get into your head about these things so she tries her best to cheer you up.

when it comes to abby and hard losses, she definitely turns to shutting people out.

the first time it happened to you, you showed up to her dorm with a very angry face (if she wasn’t feeling so bad about herself she would’ve thought you looked cute).

she opened the door with her normal stoic demeanor. (grumpy abby looks really fucking cute) but that’s not the point is what you tell yourself.

you push past her door and give her a stern talking to. abby absolutely looked like a guilty puppy with her tail stuck between her legs after you were done with her.

it’s been a learning curve , but she now goes to you whenever she’s feeling bad.

now let’s get to jealous abby!!!

baby is absolutely so protective of you!!!

if she sees at practice that one or your friends are teasing you a little too hard, she “accidentally” chips the ball…into their face.

you looked back on shock at abby as she comes up to your group lying out of her ass.

“sorry, mel . i guess i lost control of the ball.” she glares and gives your a squeeze at your hip.

the rest of your friends laugh as mel rolls her eyes.

“tell your girlfriend to lighten up. it was only a joke.”

you get so shy and can feel your face heating up.

everyone on your team knows you guys like each other , but you aren’t convinced that abby feels the same.

your smile falters and you get quiet for the rest of practice.

abby was freaking! out!

her little light of sunshine reverted back into that turtle shell (she likes to call it). a big frown is displayed on her face all throughout practice as she catches glimpses of you visibly in your head.

you had a terrible practice that ended with you getting a talking to by your coaches.

abby’s heart sunk when she saw you trying to hold back tears on the way to the locker room.

“everyone out!” abby growls at the lingering girls in the locker room.

once everyone scurried out of the locker room, she grabs you by the waist to face her front.

abby isn’t great with words, she’s never been one for vulnerability, but with you? it comes so easily.

you try to put on a strong face for her and that just shatters her heart.

“sweetheart?” abby’s big hand palms your cheek as she wipes the lingering tears off your face.

you try looking anywhere but in her eyes. you know once you reach her big beautiful orbs that you’d spill all of your secrets.

she doesn’t like that you aren’t looking at her and dips her head to catch your attention.

“cmon babe… what’s going on? you’ve been in your head all practice.”

abby’s face is full of concern. god she cares about you so much. her heart aches at the fact that you aren’t feeling okay.

“it’s just nothing abigail i’m fine.” you try shutting her out. you figured her being mad at you and forgiving you later was better than losing your friendship.

abby is taken aback at the use of her full name. she doesn’t let anyone on the team minus a few close friends call her by her nickname, but you? she hated the way it sounded on your tongue.

“you see you trying to be an asshole isn’t going to work. i’m kind of like the queen of doing that, remember?” abby jokes trying to lighten the mood.

when she notices that you crack a smile a even bigger one lands on her face. she squeezes the hand on your hip and rubs your face once more. you lean into her touch and close your eyes.

“ i just um. i guess i just got in my head about what mel-“

abby’s jaw clenches.

“i swear to god i’ll break her fucking knees-“ she interrupts.

“abby! it’s fine she didn’t do anything bad it’s just. after you hit her with the ball-“

“lost control” she muttered and you rolled you eyes knowing the real truth.

“after you hit her with the ball she said to tell my girlfriend to lighten up” your hands and voice started to tremble.

abby’s eyes went wide. she didn’t know that others could tell that she was in love with you.

“and i um i guess i got in my head about it all you know? about us.” you exhaled .

“i’ve never felt the way i feel when i’m with you abs and i just i dunno i know you don’t feel the same.”

woah. abby thought.

she didn’t think but so many thoughts were running through her head.

abby planted her lips on yours cutting off your deprecating ramblings.

you immediately responded back with your hands threading through her damp post-training-shower-hair.

kissing abby was like breathing a whole new meaning of life into you. and you were obsessed.

you both finally pull away after a very long and passionate make out session for some air. abby’s face is bright red as she looks at you like you’ve hung the starts.

“does that answer everything?” she smirks and leans in for another kiss.

#dnvrsmedia #tlou part 2 #the last of us #the last of us ii #the last of us x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x you

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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We all love Baggs. We all simp for Baggs. One might even say... he has us all in enthralled~?

Thank you @megalommi for this delightful commission of Baggs meeting his Soulmate~

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He knew as soon as his magic touched your Soul.

... He’d often pondered the nature of Soulmates. It was only natural- he was a man of science, after all, someone who found themselves interacting with Souls as frequently as he did would ask similar questions. Something as statistically rare yet culturally universal and ingrained as Soulmates had fascinated him whenever he was unoccupied enough for it to cross his mind.

One of the many questions he’d asked himself, was how do soulmates know each other for certain? How can two incredibly complex beings, with different lives and experiences, do little more than touch hands and immediately gain a sense of higher connection? Was there some kind of hormonal or chemical release, some kind of magical frequency resonation, or something else yet unbeknownst to science? He had done his own research, obviously, and had asked those lucky enough to find their intended. Some described it as like waking up. Others, like seeing colour for the first time, or hearing a loved one’s voice calling their name across a crowded room of strangers. Many drew parallels between literary works, but most simply replied that they ‘just knew’.

...

Baggs was hyper-aware of the physical symptoms, as he stared with wide sockets at the human knelt before him. It was like lightning was streaking through his magic system, buzzing in his bones and flaring his eyelights. His Soul was thudding against his ribs like a heartbeat. He couldn’t feel his hands, or tongue, there had been a fleeting sensation of warmth across his whole body akin to standing by a fire- he suspected that was the ‘good feeling’ he was supposed to have, that everyone talked so much about. He suspected that feeling was supposed to carry him away.

... It hadn’t. It had certainly washed away the brief smugness he’d felt, at so easily drawing another poor, lost human under his hypnotic thrall once again. He’d been proud of himself, his magic subjugating you instantly despite your obvious discomfort in his presence.

He had been allowed that split second of first-sight love. But now, all he felt was cold dread.

... this is my soulmate. He became more and more certain, the longer he looked into your glazed eyes, his own magic shimmering in them softly. His confidence was melting. my soulmate is a human. of course it’s a human. the universe is playing a cruel trick on me.

No wonder ensnaring you had been so easy. No wonder your Soul had all but fallen into his magic. His mind was racing; your Soul recognised him, just like he’d recognised you. Despite your physical discomfort, instinctively, you trusted the monster destined to be your partner. Wasn't there something tragic about that?

did you feel it too? did you feel the pull? His teeth parted, a breath escaping him. You stared back, blank and hapless. would you know, the way a monster would know? would you know him? would you... would you want...?

...

Baggs closed his sockets, and his mouth.

no- that was enough of that. He hated being unable to control his thoughts and feelings, and he despised being slave to them; right now he was both. The distaste brought him reeling back to earth. Now was not the time to be floundering, standing out in the open like an amateur, with his metaphorical heart bleeding at the mere sight of a Soulmate. He felt flickers of anger, at being shaken so deeply... you’re a scientist, fool. control yourself. this is just another hurdle to surmount- another problem to solve.

He was anything if not a master of himself. Baggs drew his thoughts inward... he took a breath. He stilled his mind.

...

When his sockets opened, his Soul no longer pounded his ribs. His smile was back, he let his shoulders ease. His confidence returned.

much better.

“There we go.” He purred, putting his hands behind his back. “Good girl. My apologies for that little... wobble. Forget what I said- there’s been a change of plan. Why don’t you come with me? We have so much to discuss.”

There was something he found rather amusing about asking questions to a human under his control. As if they had any say in the matter. You made a sound in the back of your throat, it barely resembled one of affirmation- but he appreciated how cute the effort was. He let himself truly grin again.

... Intent on retaining his control over himself, he refused to think too deeply about how comfortable your Soul felt surrounded by his magic. Like it was always meant to be his.

"On your feet, human. I have an idea."

///---///

You woke up dazed, looking up at a white ceiling. You... definitely weren’t in your own bed.

Stuffy head, heavy limbs, you felt tired. Unusually so. You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the tiredness- usually, waking up in a new place would shortly be followed by the necessary memories to make sense of your current location. Were you on holiday? At a friend’s place? Stopping off somewhere, did you fall asleep on the couch? But you couldn’t remember how you got here. No matter how long you waited, staring at the ceiling, no memories came.

You sat up, slowly, and worked on gathering yourself out of your tiredness as you looked around the room. It resembled a lab room, with spotless white tile floors, a chair pulled up by your bed, and some kind of complex-looking machine set against the wall. Your bed was actually pretty nice- a big mattress, white pillows that were large and fluffed, a heavy blanket that sported a sweet pink colour decorated with blue pinstripes. You were in a comfortable, light cotton gown... the room had a blue potted plant on a shelf, and was a pleasant temperature.

...

You were still confused. Still no memories. Where were you?

Magenta

you’re in hospital.

... You didn’t ‘flinch’, but you did twinge, eyes slightly narrowing. You put a hand to your head. Yes, of course, you were in hospital... of course. You knew that.

But... why did you know? It was like someone had just... planted that information inside your memory. Like a pretty seed, happy in its home, but surrounded by disturbed earth.

you’re safe here. you like it here.

...

You pulled back the covers, despite how warm the bed was, stepping out. Your feet were bare. Huh, the floor was warm too- underfloor heating?

You didn’t stop to look at the room for long. You’d already noticed that the complicated machine in the corner was covered in a thin film of dust; no one had used it in a long time. Instead, you moved over to the door. It opened automatically, almost making you jump, sliding sideways out of your way instantly and disappearing into the wall.

Underfloor heating? Automatic doors? This is one hell of a hospital.

... You poked your head out of your room, curiously. The hallway was small, with similar featureless automatic doors on either end, empty and quiet. It looked just like your room, but a little brighter, cute medical posters on the walls and more delicate blue potted plants sat neatly on shelf edges. It all seemed... brand new.

You felt like you were waking up more, now. The tiredness was lifting like a spell, and your head was finally starting to ask relevant questions. Where is this hospital? How did I get here? Why is it so high-tech? Where is everyone?

You crossed the hallway, moving over to one of the far doors. The floor was spotless, smooth underfoot. The door didn’t open when you approached. You weren’t even entirely sure what you were doing, you just felt like you needed to find someone and get an explanation as to where you even were.

you’re in hospital.

Yes, I know that. You told yourself, like you were lecturing a child, disregarding the sudden thought again. You made your way across the hall to try the other door.

... Before you could get there, it opened on its own.

... There was a skeleton standing in the doorway. He had a smooth skull, perfect teeth, and deep dark eyesockets, little pinpricks of light floating in them like irises. One white, one purple. He had soft features, you didn’t expect that on a skeleton, but there was a.... roundness to him, that you liked. He was dressed in a neat white lab coat, decorated with classy magenta trim, smart black rubber gloves covering his hands. He looked like a particularly fashionable mad scientist.

He seemed surprised, for a second, face half shadowed by the doorway. But only a second. The room behind him did not look like the rest of the hospital wing- it was darker, greener. But you didn’t have time to look for long... his face melted into a smile, and he stepped through, the door closing behind him.

...

You had a bad feeling, all of a sudden. A strong bad feeling that smothered your initial pleasant thoughts about this cute, round skeleton. You stumbled back a step. Your mind was telling you, loudly, you did not want to be alone in a room with this man.

... Though he wasn’t intimidating in stature or shape, something about him deeply unnerved you. Perhaps it was the tiny specks of light in otherwise dark, dark sockets, like little remnants of a real person lost in a void. Perhaps it was the long shadows under said sockets, the signs of someone who had pushed his mind (and body) to its limits. Perhaps it was his unmoving white grin, creepily plastered to his face, or the too-relaxed way that he held himself.

His purple eyelight glimmered like a gemstone. Suddenly, your feet were rooted to the spot.

“... Oh... hello, my dear.” He said, voice silky, approaching you calmly. He spoke in a saccharine, almost patronising tone, all but pouting his lips and babytalking you. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. But you know... It’s important you stay in bed.”

Your hair stood on end as he drew nearer. My dear? “Who are you?”

He cocked his head, slightly, at your question. But he kept smiling, stepping into your personal space bubble.

“Doctor Baggs.” He said, easily, a hand settling on the small of your back. You still couldn’t move. “Come, now... back to your room.”

... He tapped his gloved finger against your back. Clearly, in a steady rhythm, you could hear the rubber against the fabric of your gown- he tapped three times.

One. Two. Three.

...

... The nervousness about his presence melted, like frost in the sun. The sharp edges of worry in your thoughts dulled- you made a little humming sound, tired again, heaviness returning to your eyelids.

“Good human.”

You didn’t resist, or even protest, when he started walking you.

“... I know I’m in hospital. But where am I?” You asked, dumbly, looking at him. “Am I dead?”

A soft chuckle. He suddenly looked so friendly, so soft and harmless. He was even a little bit handsome. What had you been afraid of?

“No, my dear. This is a special hospital, in the Underground.” His eyelight was pretty, you were focused on it rather than your room’s door opening. “You know what the underground is, don’t you?”

“... Oh.” Yes, you knew that, your gaze wandered off. The Underground, where the Monsters lived. More information that was just in your head, like it had been there the whole time. “Yeah.”

“You had a nasty fall.” His hand stayed on the small of your back as he moved you toward your bed. He was all but cooing. “You’re being treated, aren’t you?”

“... For a concussion.” The words came out of your mouth before you’d even thought them. You sat down on the bed obediently, it was very comfy.

“That’s why it’s hard to think.” He put a hand on your knee, his voice took on a silky quality. “You find it very hard to think, right now, don’t you? You find it hard to make sense of the world around you. But that’s alright, because you know it is caused by your concussion. Concussions make it hard to think. You trust your doctor.”

You looked at him again. “... Are you my doctor?”

“Yes.” He purred. “So it’s important you listen to me, darling. Only me.”

You were laying back. When did you do that? That same white ceiling above you. You felt dizzy... sleepy... head stuffed with cotton. It was important you listened to him... hopefully you weren’t so tired you forgot his instructions.

“It’s alright, my dear.” Baggs said. “I'm already inside your head.”

Your eyes closed. But you could still see magenta.

it’s okay. no need to leave.

you’re just in hospital.

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...

... This wasn’t fair.

Baggs glared at your reclined form, as your eyelids fluttered, like you were personally responsible for this injustice.

well... in a way, you were.

At the very least, he comforted himself with the knowledge that this was very interesting. The way you responded to his magic was strange, unique, and fascinating to observe. Your Soul seemed to know his touch, welcoming him like an old friend- and though that made you dreadfully easy to hypnotise, it also made you incredibly aware of when he was interfering with your head, in a way he’d never seen in any subject before. You found his implanted memories like a bloodhound picking up a scent, his triggers like lone clouds in an otherwise clear blue sky. He couldn’t deny a certain level of abject fascination.

... But the fact you were interesting didn’t make up for the rest of it.

His perfect teeth gritted. He had dedicated his life to freeing monsterkind from their prison, to achieve his brother’s happiness. Why did the universe insist on throwing a wrench in his machine now, when it was already far too complex to stop? He had sacrificed so much for others, even the very core of his being. Had he not done enough to deserve a break?

He’d been so sure before. He still understood his overwhelming responsibility... the future of an entire race, resting on his shoulders. And the part of him that had driven him to make the ultimate sacrifice told him he couldn’t just stop now- that part of him knew he was too deep to turn back. It was the part of him that wanted to continue his mission, to save his people; it was tragic that he couldn’t have his Soulmate, yes. But it wouldn’t be the first part of himself he had given up. His whirring, scientific mind wanted him to find a way to sever this inconvenient bond... if anything, scientifically, this was a fantastic research opportunity, he had the chance to examine a real Soul bond in ways that no one ever had before. And since it was his bond, he could do what he wanted with it. He didn’t have to fear moronic questions like ‘why?’ or ‘is this ethical?’.

what kind of stress could a bond resist? was there a reliable way of cutting off the connection?

He felt his eyelights sharpen, hand balling into a fist. Yes- he could cut the bond. Rid you both of this troublesome link. Then, he’d have no qualms about doing what he needed to do, for the good of his kind.

He had a greater purpose than... playing house with a human.

...

but you want that, don’t you? you want to live in peace.

His breath quivered. It was getting more and more difficult to still his mind.

you’ve always wanted that.

... Part of him wanted to be rid of you. But oh... much, much more of him wanted to have you. He wanted you, he wanted this. You were his one in a billion, he knew logically that this feeling was just the pull of his Soul, but his Soul constituted his being, didn’t it? He wanted to care for you forever. He wanted you to meet General, and then he could look after you both. Even now, keeping you in a pretty little cut off wing of the lab, he felt a deep instinctual pleasure from ensuring you were warm and safe somewhere nice.

Once he cut your connection, there was no going back.

He swallowed. What... what if... he just let himself have this?

... What if, just this once, he allowed himself to put his own happiness above that of others?

...

...His chest hurt. He lifted up his hand, and drew your Soul out of your chest with precision that only a scientist could have. You didn’t even shift. The glowing object appeared with the gentlest of shivers, hovering suspended above you... his glove was off before he could think, he was aching to feel its glow against his bones.

He cupped it, carefully. Like one would cup an injured bird.

... Would it really hurt anyone, to give himself this small selfishness?

...

You Soul hummed, content. Souls were never this happy to see him. Any of the ‘warm’ Souls (particularly red) would fizz and shake ineffectually, even when under his complete control, a match still trying to produce a flame even when held in a bucket of water. The cooler colours, like cyan and green, tended to immediately shrink back from him in terror. Though all Souls would do that, in the end.

...

... Your Soul... it was all but purring. Settling easily into his hands, a kitten curling up. It felt warm, and happy, it liked being close to him. He found himself sinking onto his elbows... staring at the little glowing heart in his claws, his face in a contemplative frown, eye bags seeming deeper and heavier despite your Soul’s light casting on his face.

nobody would know, either way. if i cut the connection, or kept you for my own... nobody would know.

...

He allowed your Soul to return to your chest, after that small indulgence. His expression was still.

...

A hand on his.

He startled- when he looked down at you, your eyes were open, expression dazed but still soft. Not a hint of magenta. For a moment, he was caught off guard, pulled out of his reverie and not knowing what to do; he hadn’t told you to wake up. He hadn’t told you to do any of this.

“... You should... sleep.” You mumbled. Your eyes were so gentle. Your hand came up... a finger brushed across his cheekbone, then traced the darkness under his sockets. He was completely frozen. “... You look tired. I could...”

...

He suspected you were going to offer to help. Though there wasn’t much you could do, in your state. Your fingers continued to brush his face, warm and slow, and he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

His breathing hitched. you wanted to care for him. even now, when he had you under his thumb, you wanted to help him.

...

... He put his ungloved hand over yours. If only you knew he was beyond help.

“... I’ll sleep later, darling.” He said, warmly. “After you.”

“Mm... ok.” You hummed. You seemed mollified by that. Your eyelids fluttered shut... without his influence, you happily went to sleep.

...

He placed your hand back down by your side. Once he was certain you were completely unconscious, he ran his hands across his skull, letting his head droop.

It was the first time in a long time that he truly didn’t know what to do.

#commissions #local trash goblin encounters feelings in the wild and is totally thrown off his game #fun fact: baggs is one of (very few) fictional characters I am canonically taller than #tw hypnosis

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filthgarbage86 · 10 months

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content: himbo!eddie, innocent/inexperienced with ladies!eddie, fluff, hyperfeminine themes, mentions of weed, teeth-rotting sweet fluff

Imagine coming home from an event or something, fully glammed up, and you walk into Eddie’s trailer. It’s a very funny contrast but it made since for you, plus you thought the trailer was cozy and nice to come back to after a night out.

Imagine Eddie on the couch, watching some horror movie for the umpteenth time, the room smelling strong of the joint he was working on before you walked in. He turns his dazed out eyes to you and gives you a dopey lil smile. “Hiya babyyy”

You giggle a little bit “hiiii eddiieee”, teasing him with his tone. “Give me one second, I have to go wash up”

You head towards the bathroom and Eddie follows you. You had been gone all day and then all night with work and then friends, so it makes sense he was ready to just be with you and sharing space with you.

Once you’re both in the bathroom and Eddie has wrapped his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder, you start your night routine - the full night routine. And Eddie is just standing there staring at you.

He knew you did a lot at night to get ready, hell you left most of your creams and products on the counter, but he’d never watched you do this, or any girl for that matter, he didn’t have much experience.

You start with easy stuff, taking out earrings, letting down/out your hair and the million bobby-pins. And then, you go for your falsies (eyelashes) and Eddie stands up straight-

“WHOOOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA BABY WHAT HAPPENED WHAT DID YOU DO ARE YOU OKAY?”

You look at Eddie through the mirror confused and then you looked at your falsies and started giggling again. Eddie was so lost in your giggling because to him, it looked like you just ripped all your eyelashes off. He turned you sideways by your shoulders so you could face him and he could look at your eyes.

“Eddie, honey, I’m okay! They’re just false eyelashes, they’re not real! Look” and you hold out your hand to the small caterpillar looking thing. His eyes looked like they were gonna bug out of their sockets at any point, his eyebrows still scrunched.

“This isn’t just because I’m high- you’re really holding a fake EYELASH right?”

You can’t stop giggling. Oh my gods not only is he discovering false eyelashes for the first time, but he’s finding out about them high. No wonder he’s having a hard time understanding it.

“Yes baby, look. To put them on, you put a little bit of eyelash glue on them and you stick them to your eyelids”

“Does it hurt to take them off?”

“No not at all! Here I still have one more, you can take it off. Just gently pull it off and place it in my hand.”

He looks at you like you just asked him to commit murder with you. He takes a deep breath “you promise it doesn’t hurt?”

“I pinky promise, Teddie”

Once you two link pinkies, he slowly raises his hands to your face, one hand holding your cheek and the other going towards your eye. You are astonished by how gentle Eddie is being. He carefully pinches the eyelash, and starts pulling away, slower than a sloth at first and then before he knew it, it was off. He makes sure to place the eyelash in your hand.

“See! Not scary or painful at all!” you give him a little kiss on his cheek and put your hand on his face now, dragging your thumb along his cheek to rub in the kiss. He melts into your hand and is just admiring you with big doe eyes

“Girls do that every time they get fully dressed up?”

“Some girls! Some girls do it everyday”

“EVERYDAY? They put glue and fake eyelashes on their eyes everyday?”

“Yes Eddie”

“That’s metal. You’re metal babe, wow” and you’re once again giggling at your easily impressed boyfriend.

You both return to your original stances with his arms around your waist and you finish up your routine. You’re smiling thinking and a thought occurs to you-

If Eddie thought that fake eyelashes were metal, what else was he going to think was hardcore that girls just.. do?

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4 #boyfriend!eddie munson #listen I just love this man and think he’d be astonished by falsies

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seepylilthing · 1 year

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<sans snuggle enjoyer

ur little ficlet with the sleepy man was very cute.. I do not suppose.. Perhaps.. u could do one where he just wants hugs and kisses from reader but he's too shy to outright ask for them?? hides

It was one of those nights when you and your skeleton husband were just sitting on the couch watching some Mewmew Kissy Cutie together . You can't recall how many times the two if you had binge watched the whole series together, but it never got old . You were infatuated by characters like Mewmew, and somewhat envied how cute they were .

There was something you couldn't shake throughout your little marathon . A weird feeling of being stared at .

Oh . You were being stared at .

When you looked to your side, Sans had his eyes on you, it was almost as if he was mesmerized by the sight of you . You chuckled and arched a brow at him .

"Sans, honey, why are ya starin at me dude ?" You asked him .

He was silent, and his eyes shifted to the side . Small incoherent sounds, quiet words you could barely make out began to escape the skeleton .

"Sans . . . ?" You took into account the extra amount of blue on his face . . . He hadn't blushed that much since you proposed to him .

"i . . . uh . . ." Was all that came from the skeleton .

You place a hand on his cheek . You were about to ask him what was going on but were caught off gaurd by the skeleton absolutely melting into your touch, eye sockets falling shut as he let out a sigh .

Oh . Ohohoho . So that's what's up .

Your dear husband seems to be affection starved . Which . . . Frankly, it makes sense to you, considering how busy with work you've been . You keep coming home too tired to do much of anything but eat and sleep .

Well, needless to say, you didn't mind this . You had a smorgasbord of affection to give .

You lean closer to him, pressing a kiss to his other cheekbone, feeling him grip onto your shirt sleeves as he erupts in soft giggle . Oh, it was music to your ears .

You couldn't help but chuckle as you continued to cover the man's face in kisses, pulling him as close to you as you could . He just held onto you, melting into a mess of giggles .

"[Y/N] . . . !" He said your name so softly, it made your heart skip a beat .

"Sans . . . !" You cooed before pressing another soft kiss to his forehead .

You pressed your foreheads together, looking him in the eyes . You could have sworn his face was more blue than you'd ever seen it before, and well . . . It was a very precious sight to you .

"Is that what you were staring at me for . . . ?" You ask softly .

" . . . heh . . . yup . . ." He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you properly . "glad you got the message . . ."

"Loud n clear . . ." You say, before giving him one final kiss on the mouth .

He sighed with all the love in his heart, and when you pulled your lips away, his head tucked right into that comfy spot between your chin and your chest, as you cuddled him close .

"You coulda just said so from the start, funnybones . . ." You tell him .

"hmm . . . got a bit nervous . . ." He admits .

You let out a bit of a loud laugh .

"HA- S-SANS . . . I'm your SPOUSE, you goofball !" You hugged him a little tighter, rocking in place a bit . God, he's too cute .

"i-i know,,, jus didn't wanna bother ya ." He hugs back equally as tight .

"You could never bother me, my love . I promise ." You say, stroking the back of his skull . "You can always ask me for affection, alright ? It's kinda what I'm here for ."

He chuckled .

"ok . . . i love you, [Y/N] ." He says quietly .

"I love you, Sans . . ." You whisper back .

#undertale #sans #sans x you #sans x reader #undertale x reader #anonymous seepyhead #ask answered #uggghhghh he is the snuggly ever #sans fanfic #undertale fanfic

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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Can't Let You Go | David Hesh Walker x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Pssst.... what if, hear me out here... I know "I think he's come back for his noon feeding" is from Jaws but!!! It's Y/N feeding people to their beloved that got turned into a zombie because they just CANNOT let go. Beloved in question is Hesh.

Optional but would be very funny if Logan helped capture victims because "It's not too different from hunting deer." and he also can't let Hesh go. The brother in law helps out.

Also optional, but would be interesting if Hesh could somewhat remember things even un-dead. Like Y/N tells him "I love you." and he'll sign it back because muscle memory or some shit. Establish a bit of motive for the whole "Letting my dead boyfriend murder and eat you." thing. - @tokillamockingbird427 ❞

: ̗̀➛ You're the only to blame for what happens to him, yet even still, between you and Logan, nobody can be quite sure who is less willing to part ways with him even though they know they should.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, graphic depictions of corpses, fatal injuries described in detail, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, murder, gun violence

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You blamed yourself for it, more than anything, knowing that the others had done everything that they could whilst you were over with a different task force doing some training; it was your fault that he had gotten that way. Your fault that he turned into a monster.

You should have known that the people they were after would have used the gas; infecting Hesh when he was alone in the control room.

You should have protected him, and look what you had done; he was far from the Hesh you had fallen in love with.

His beautiful, smooth skin was now covered in dried blood, the white cloth he had tried to use to protect himself was melted into his skin and had torn open to expose his fleshless jaw. Hanging on by tendons, dribbles of blood staining the once white fabric.

His skin was grey, pale and thick like a dying scab. Claw marks on his head where he had tried to fight the infection. His right eye was completely gone, melted from his skull and exposing the deep and empty socket; you could see right through to the back of his skull.

Bits of bubbled flesh stuck to his lower eyelid. A hole in the side of his neck where he had tried to kill himself in desperation, blistered flesh around the entry point. His hands were cracked and blistered, skin hanging off in thick scabs constantly, all up to his shoulders.

He could hardly speak, the words sounding more like an imitation of human speech; he sounded human in voice, but the words were just wrong. You had done this. It had all been your fault.

You and Logan knew you couldn’t let him go out on his own, knew that he couldn’t be given up to the US military; you also both knew that you needed Hesh, you needed him around. A life without Hesh… you didn’t want to imagine it, and neither did Logan.

Logan had never been without his big brother, and you had been Hesh’s significant other for so long that you just couldn’t stomach the thought of being without him anymore.

Together, you and Logan took Hesh to a cabin in the woods that you had been left in an inheritance; you put up six foot tall fences made of thick wood with a doggy door that only opened if Riley’s microchip was scanned, and ensured that the rest of the property was littered with barbed wire and traps to make absolutely sure that no one would ever find Hesh.

No cellular phones. No internet. No computers. Never anything that could ever be tracked to the location, not even burner phones.

Nobody else was ever allowed to know; Logan told Elias and Keegan that he was going to see some friends for a while whenever he came to visit Hesh, and you had no one to talk to anyway so you didn’t really need to worry about anyone finding out.

You moved into the cabin, Logan could only ever visit when he could manage to get away. It worked well enough, though, nobody in, nobody out except you and Logan.

If he ever felt like he was being followed, he would immediately drive past the cabin and head down to the local hotel; sign in under his own name, and remain there until it was time for him to go back to Elias’s house.

Never risk anything.

You were both adamant about that.

But every day, even though it always came back the same, you would always check Hesh’s state over and you would always try and clean up some of the wounds; he would sit there patiently, watching you with such softness in his eyes that it was almost hard to believe that he wasn’t fully human anymore.

No heartbeat. No respiratory rate. No reaction to being tapped on the knees or elbows. He didn’t bleed when he got paper cuts from thorns he picked up. He didn’t feel anything when he bumped into objects around the cabin. Never even flinched.

He didn’t sleep. He didn’t produce any bodily fluids like sweat, drool or mucus. He was a rotted corpse, through and through, but he didn’t seem to be rotting even more; like the gas had caused him to decompose up to a certain point and then let him be.

You almost wondered if they did it in hopes of creating soldiers, but you didn’t really care.

Hesh was still mostly himself; still pressed himself to your back when he saw you cooking, still nuzzled into you at night while you slept, still smiled and grinned when he saw you singing and dancing as you put the washing away.

He was still free to roam during the day, though, having access to everything within the six foot tall fence at least; it spanned quite a large area, but you still worried.

You checked every day to make sure that every panel was secure so that he wouldn’t get out and get caught by someone who wouldn’t understand.

Didn’t change the fact that he was always so fucking cold to the touch, though. His fingers always felt like ice, and his lips never failed to make you shiver; it took a while to get used to it when he peppered kisses along your neck like he used to when he came home from deployment.

But like every other being on the planet, Hesh still needed to feed; he still needed to eat, and you and Logan knew what you had to do; you knew that Logan was a skilled hunter, but you still felt bad about asking even though you knew he would agree - you still felt bad about asking him to do such a thing, knowing how much it would hurt you both.

But you had to keep Hesh going, you couldn’t let him fade away, you couldn’t let him leave - neither of you were ready for that, you needed him.

It started out small.

Logan would go hunting in the woods when tourism was slower and there were less people around to notice him going after whatever game there was; he would hunker down, wait for one to become separated from the herd to get lost, and then take the shot when it wasn’t looking.

He made sure to never use his car, and to always be within walking distance; leaving the prey on the small table you had made for Hesh. He would wash his hands of the blood he had spilled, watching Hesh bite chunks from the large carcass, tearing it apart with grunts and growls.

But it was only deer, that was all; it was only ones that ever became separated from the herd, and it was only ones that wouldn’t really be noticed.

“We can’t keep this up,” Logan whispered. “Someone’s gonna find out - I know it’s only… deer. But still.”

You frowned, knowing that he was right. “We need to find a new herd, that’s all… there’s an unmarked, inconspicuous trailer… it’s big enough for a deer or two… and you can attach it to the car. Just say you’re using it to help someone move.”

“And the blood?” Logan asked with a raised brow.

“I’ve got some buck fur,” you admitted. “And antler velvet, a few hooves leftover from old taxidermy - covers it up nicely.”

Logan nodded, pursing his lips as he looked over at Hesh, who was reaching into his chest; the flesh separated easily, a gaping hole of pale grey flesh hanging open like putty, when he heard a crack, Logan growled softly.

“Hesh! No!”

Hesh looked at Riley, then back at Logan, pouting. “Fetch?”

“No!” Logan commanded, huffing loudly. “Not with your own ribs!”

You whirled around, looking at what Hesh had done and sighing heavily. “Oh, baby… come here, let’s get that sorted.”

Hesh looked at you sadly as you examined the open hole. “Bad?”

You shook your head, looking up at him as you sighed and dared to gently kiss his scarred forehead. “You’re not bad, Hesh… you’re okay. You just made a little mistake ‘s all.”

He nodded slowly, sighing. “Miss. Be. Warm.”

Your breath hitched a little as you swallowed thickly. “I know… I know…”

He outstretched his arm, a loud peeling sound coming from the insides of his elbows where the flesh was full of sharp scaps; taking a step forward, he tilted his head down slightly.

Even in death, that fucker still knew how to use the puppy dog eyes with only just one eye, and you couldn’t fucking resist; wrapping your arms around him and letting him snuggle into you as you held him.

It seemed like he couldn’t get enough, trying to keep you as close as he possibly could and trying to get his hands under your clothes; yet he couldn’t feel the warmth against his hands, and he couldn’t tell if his own were getting colder or warmer.

He just knew that he missed the feeling of being warm, and that he missed being able to actually feel you; the sensation of sweating at night because you were snuggled into one another and he was overheating beneath the thick duvet.

You missed the feeling of his warm hands on your body, almost scared to touch him thanks to the ice; it made you feel like a part of you was missing, a chopped off limb. A removed organ. You sighed, your eyes thick with tears as you sniffled, letting him go and gently kissing his cold, cracked lips.

“Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favour,” you told him, turning away from Hesh.

Logan shrugged. “Sure.”

“Let me borrow your rifle,” you said, voice shaking. “I need to go hunting.”

Logan silently pointed over to where he had left it, and watched as you and Riley left the fenced off area, leaving him alone with his brother. He looked at him, studying his brother's features. He knew that it was still Hesh; when he looked into that sad, singular eye, he could still see his brother trapped within it.

Yet his cheeks were completely gone, the flesh sloughed off long ago during the gas attack, leaving the sides of his jaws hanging on by tendons and strings from the stained cloth. His hands were blistered and bloodied, no longer the calloused hands of his elder brother who used to ruffle his hair when he was upset.

His arms were covered in thick, long scabs just like the scratches across his hairline. His chest was agape, the skin slapping against itself dryly when it caught the slight wind. Of course Logan knew that it was still his brother, it just didn't look like him anymore.

He swallowed thickly, pulling out a packet of cigarettes from his back pocket and offering one to him; Hesh took it, and put it in his mouth as Logan lit it. The smoke drifting into the hole in his skull where his eye used to be; up close, Logan could see the tunnel all the way to the back of Hesh's skull.

He could see the grey mass of lumpy muscle that should have been pumping and thumping, that should have been light pink and squishy. That should have been a brain. He watched as Hesh took a long drag, but never blew out the smoke again, and he frowned.

In every sense, it was Hesh, Logan knew that, but it was… he was wrong. He was Hesh, but he was wrong. But he was still Hesh, and Logan wasn’t ready to be without him - even if it meant having the wrong one.

He sniffled, daring to look at his brother’s remaining eye as he nodded slowly.

“Dad misses you, y’know,” he said, his voice shaking. “I wish I could bring him here, but… it’d hurt him… but he still talks about you all the time like you’re… still here.”

Hesh nodded. “Still here.”

“You were my big brother,” Logan started, tears in his eyes and his voice falling apart with every syllable that left his mouth.

He wished he could have had more time, he wished he could have even though he knew that he would never.

Still, he cleared his throat, and he dared to continue despite his voice giving out, “you protected me, you taught me how to do all the shit Dad wouldn’t - how to smoke, how to drink, how to misbehave, how to sneak into pubs without ID… and I’m lost without you. I was never… I never wanted to… to be alive without you, man. You were always meant to be there for me, you promised.”

Hesh frowned. “Still here… still brother.”

“I know,” Logan whispered, taking a shaky drag from his cigarette. “But you’re not… you’re not you… you’re not… you’re not alive anymore, and I… I can’t let you go because I can’t picture a life without my big brother.”

“Love,” Hesh growled out, his hands signing the words. Muscle memory. “Love you.”

A sob left Logan as he whimpered and did his best to steady himself. “I love you, too.”

Riley was crouched in the bush next to you, sniffing the air as you steadied Logan’s rifle, hunkered down, you used leaves to pad the gun so that it was even more silenced, and with the commotion from all the lorries nearby, nobody would ever hear a thing.

You had your eyes on the prey, and so did the dog beside you, ready to pounce if you needed him to; you watched as your prey took a few steps forward, right into your sites, and then you pulled the trigger.

It reached up to grab its neck, suddenly slumping to the side and twitching violently; you pulled the trigger again, and this time, an orange spray rained through the woods, and you could easily see that part of the head was missing.

It was done.

Riley ran over, sniffing it and making sure that it was dead before he sat down, waiting for you to come collect your prize; you sighed, grabbing the ankle and trying to ignore the bits of metal slapping your hand as you dragged it.

Riley was the first to go back, while you followed behind shortly after. The dog was happy, but as you hauled your prize onto the slaughter table, you couldn’t help but to feel slightly empty.

Usually, hunting helped you to clear your mind, but… not this time.

Logan came over, Hesh following behind him, and he looked at what you had managed to get. “Good eating.”

You nodded, removing a boot and tossing it aside with a pile of others. Logan helped you to remove the coat, hat, scarf, gloves, shirt, trousers and underwear in total silence. “Check the coat for a wallet, same with the trousers.”

Logan nodded curtly, heading over to the clothing pile that was steadily starting to pile up against the fence. “On it.”

Hesh stood on the other side of the table, watching as you grabbed a knife. He brought his hands up, and smiled, daring to slowly sign four words: “you are my sunshine.”

You looked at him, and sniffled as you nodded. “My only sunshine.”

“You make happy,” Hesh told you, then pointed at the grey skies. “Even when.”

You couldn’t believe that he still remembered that song, the one you used to sing in the car together when he picked you up for date nights; the one that he was going to sing at your wedding. You wanted to sob, but nodded slowly as you swallowed thickly, watching him head over to his little food table.

You whistled at Logan, and pointed over. “I think he’s come back for his noon feeding.”

Logan nodded, daring to come over and aid you with chopping up the limbs and removing flesh from bone. “Is it wrong I still love him?”

You shook your head, daring to meet his gaze even though your own was teary. “No, because I still do, too… I know… I know he’s not our Hesh, but…”

“But you can’t imagine a life without him,” Logan whispered, picking up a pile of goopy, dripping flesh as he cleared his throat. “Nor me.”

You continued to grab what meat you could while Logan put what was done on Hesh’s table.

Immediately, he gathered up as much as he could in his hands, blood dripping from between his grey fingertips and staining his skin harshly.

He bit into it, a loud squelch echoing all around as he started to rip it apart; Logan could see the bits of flesh moving in his mouth through the holes in his cheeks, and was almost sick at the sight.

Still, he went back and picked up some more meat from your table before giving it to Hesh.

“We need to burn all of this,” you told him, nodding at the piles of clothes and mouldy bones. “Or at least bury it.”

Logan nodded in agreement. “You got a shovel?”

“Back room in the cabin,” you told him, clearing your throat. “Logan?”

He hummed as he looked back at you.

“You’re the best brother-in-law I could ask for,” you told him sincerely. “Thank you.”

Hesh got up as Logan walked away, dragging himself over to where you were and planting his hands on the table as he glared at you, tilting his head to the side. “Love… love you… my… sunshine.”

He looked pleased with himself, and you just couldn’t help it, grinning as you nodded eagerly. “I love you, too, baby… go eat, you need it. We’ll have more for you tomorrow, alright?”

Hesh nodded, extending his hand and showing you what he had in it, gesturing for you to take some. “Eat.”

You looked at the boneless fingers, and you smiled. “Maybe in a minute, I gotta get all this cleaned up.”

Hesh left them on the table, nudging them your way. “Eat. Love.”

You sighed, licking your lips. “In a minute, I promise.”

He frowned, but reluctantly slunk back to his table; you weren’t really sure what to do, whether to engage in what could only be described as polite cannibalism, or to wait until Hesh was too busy to notice you throw them away.

But you supposed, you deserved such a torment; it was all your fault that Hesh had become what he did, and you knew that you could not change that even if you did your best.

You knew that you deserved such torment for letting him die, for not being able to save the man you loved so much.

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caesarhamato22 · 8 months

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Get Up

Rocket x Reader

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff.

Summary: You don't want to get out of bed, but of course, Rocket finds a way to convince you.

It was early. Too early. The light hadn't even peaked through the windows yet, and you had to get up? Didn't seem entirely fair.

You weren't used to early mornings as you regularly worked the long night shifts at the bar that lead into the morning. The lack of light and extensive collection of neon lasers was normally the atmosphere you were surrounded by. Pulsing music that almost ruptured your eardrums every single night, but it's okay, you're used to it. Maybe a little deaf in one ear, but that's fine.

Morning shifts were your least favourite of the two. Waking up around 4am to 6am for a 10 to 12 hour working day was brutal, to say the least. Sometimes it was slow, sometimes it was oddly packed, always unpredictable.

Once you were actually awake, it became quite easy the rest of the day.

It was the actual waking up part that was difficult, almost impossible, every time. An entire mission, just to get out of bed.

"Get up."

Rocket, on the other hand, was almost an expert at waking up early, when he needed to. The amount of times he's had to leave at ridiculous hours of either the day or night for a commission was absurd.

On the bright side, it gave him this ability to wake up early with little to no trouble. With only hitting the snooze button once, he was up and getting dressed before the second alarm even had a chance to ring.

He called your name, bringing you from your slumber just enough to be able to hear his words.

"You've got work, baby, so move."

His voice was warm, yet clearly firm. Being well-accustomed to how much you weren't a morning person, he knew you wouldn't wake up from a simple shoulder nudge.

He wandered the bedroom and gathered his gear. While slipping his legs through the holes of his pants, his eyes glanced to you and your figure being highlighted by the sheets hugging your curves.

"It is way to early for anyone to be getting a drink ... " Your voice was blended with a low groan, the pillow muffing your speech.

"I thought you loved serving alcoholics at the crack of dawn." Rocket smirked at his own comment while his eyes focused on his blue and red jacket, tightening it over his undershirt.

"Almost as much as I love them throwing their empty glasses at my head." You turned onto your back and rubbed your eyes, feeling as though you were attempting to dig them out of their sockets, always baffling you on how it felt so good.

Rocket's eyes trailed back to you, still nestled under the covers and pretending you didn't have a shift waiting for you.

"You dodge 'em every time though." He finished suiting up, just having his boots to tie before the time came to walk out the door.

Your eyes blinked a couple times to chase away the dread coursing through you body. You pushed the thin sheet from your neck to your waist with a sigh. Although you knew it was time to remove yourself from bed - the bed that seemed to be more comfortable than it had ever been before - your body refused to listen.

"Come on, gorgeous, get up. I'm not lettin' you be late just because you wanted an extra five minutes."

"I'm trying, Rocket, just ... give me a sec." Your eyes closed once more, sleep quickly fogging your brain as your body melted into the pillows and cozy blankets. So warm and soft. Who needs units anyway? A good sleep beat money any day, you tried to convince yourself.

Rocket stepped beside the bed and studied your relaxing features. Knowing he also needed to leave was another thing, and normally he'd ditch whoever was asleep, leaving them to deal with their own consequences. And he'd later snicker at their attempt in trying to pick up the slack, knowing full well that this could've all been avoided by not having those five more minutes of sleep.

But he didn't care about them. He cared about you. And he cared if you got fired.

He sat on your side of the bed and held the side of your face, gently leaning your head to the other side to face him. Your eyes blurred open, but could still be considered practically closed with little amount you could actually see.

He seeked your lips with his own and pressed a slow soft kiss on your mouth, to which you instinctively reciprocated, parting your lips as an invite.

The kiss was loving, gentle, and so not Rocket.

He was never one for overly physical forms of affection. Of course, he had warmed up to you over time.

But in these moments, where he initiated that passion, you come close to fainting every fucking time.

Your body shifted, letting your hands cradle his face, wanting more, just like you always did. Your tongue grazed his front canines as he sighed into the kiss, wanting nothing but to be as close to you as possible.

His hand left your face before moving to the nape of your neck, holding you, his fingers curling around some of your hair and tugging gently before pulling his lips away from yours, so tauntingly slow.

His hand kept hold of your head as his lips came close to your ear, his breath hot and full of need.

"Now get that ass outta bed so you can have my drink ready for when I pick you up."

With a pat and squeeze on your hip and ass, he rose off the bed and made his way to the door while collecting his bag and weapons along the way.

You watch him disappear around the corner with wide eyes, hearing the sounds of his shoes being tied. The front door eventually opened, announcing his departure.

"I'm poisoning that drink!" You call out.

"Go ahead, princess, I'd drink anything you make me, you know that."

Shit.

Now you wanted to get up, just to see him waiting for you when you were just about finished the ten hours, unpoisoned drink in hand, ready for him to scull. Just for him to order another from his favourite bartender.

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#rocket raccoon #x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #fanfiction #fanfic

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pasukiyo · 2 years

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Can you do a Steve Harrington fluff where the reader is close with all the kids (I'm a sucker for Henderson!reader trope but that's up to you) and they're so sick of Steve's PDA that they decide to mess with him by not letting him until Steve loses it? Like he goes to hold her hand and Dustin asks her to hold his water bottle or he goes to kiss her and Max asks for a hug, etc I genuinely think Steve would contemplate killing them 😂 thank you in advance ❤️

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬.

— steve harrington x f!henderson!reader

warnings; none other than my writing is ass here so don’t mind that

a/n; this idea is honestly so cute and i feel like my writing here absolutely butchered it so i apologize for that LMAO but thank you for the request, and i hope you enjoy it!

word count; 1.7k

“i’m warning you both, harrington, henderson, you better be here on time. i’m not risking any of my break time, especially not for you.”

“yeah, yeah, i get it, buckley,” steve groaned, throwing his arm over his girlfriend’s shoulder. “c’mon, let’s go before she lectures our ears off.”

“and i’ll do that if you’re late, harrington! i swear to god! fifteen minutes, dingus, fifteen minutes!”

steve’s eyes rolled in their sockets and he nodded, waving her off as he guided his girlfriend out of the ice cream parlor and into the mall’s food court. she couldn’t suppress her laugh any longer, her smile peeking through the cracks of her lips. “wow, she’s fun, isn’t she?” she tittered as she snatched the scoops ahoy hat from off the top of his head, twirling it around on her forefinger. steve scoffed, “don’t even get me started.”

his arm slipped from around her shoulders, fingers running through his tresses, chest heaving when he sighed. “goddamn hat practically killed my hair,” he mumbled, desperately trying to tame the mangled mess atop his head. she giggled as she, too, reached for his hair, shaking her hand on his scalp, much to his displeasure. “you look cute, steve,” she chuckled, “stop worrying over it.”

“cute?” she couldn’t help but flash a cheeky grin— he was adorable.

“yes, cute. is there a problem?”

“yeah, the problem is, i’m not supposed to look cute, i’m supposed to be hot.”

she snickered behind her hand, “steve harrington, that is probably one of the strangest things i’ve ever heard you say. what does that even mean?” the corner of steve’s lips quirked when she playfully bumped her hip against his, the brief feeling of her warm skin against his when their arms brushed suddenly gave him the biggest urge to hold her hand. their eyes met when she turned, and for a moment, the mall seemed to melt away, and all they could bring themselves to think about was each other. their feet carried them away mindlessly, but it didn’t even matter where they ended up, as long as they were still with each other.

“so, who makes a move first?” she muttered, loud enough for only him to hear. he couldn’t suppress his chuckle, and he glanced down to her hand as it hung loose at her hip. “you sure you want me to hold that thing?” he joked. “i mean, that’s a huge responsibility and frankly, i’m not sure i’m qualified enough for something like this. i mean, i barely got the job i have now.”

“steve,” she giggled, shoving him away by the shoulder, and he laughed. “fine, fine, okay, i’m going in.”

his fingers twitched as his hand inched closer to hers, itching to be intertwined with her own. she was certain her heart was going to leap out of her chest when his pinky grazed over the back of her hand, and she turned her palm so that it’d face upwards, fingers outstretched and waiting for his. his hand neared, his fingers slithering up her wrist and sending shivers down the coil of her spine. he reached the palm of her hand, the tips of his fingers right where they needed—

“steve! oh my god, hey, there you are! mind holding this for me? oh, thanks man, you’re the best. take good care of that for me! i’m serious! because i’ll be coming back for it and if it’s not in your hands, i’ll kill you!”

they jumped at the abrupt interruption, and all at once, steve’s hand was taken away from hers, his brow wrinkling at the water bottle that had been pressed into his palm instead. her eyelids narrowed at the boy who had pushed himself between them, eyes boring into the familiar light brown curls on the back of her brother’s head, lucas following close behind. “dustin!” she called after him, but he was already gone, but not before he twisted around to give a small salute, and they both disappeared into a crowd of shoppers.

she glimpsed down to the bottle of water that dustin had passed into steve’s hand as he ran by, and he swirled the water around in the plastic, pressing his lips together into a firm, thin line. “i’ll kill that kid, i swear i’ll do it,” he grumbled beneath his breath. “count me in,” she chimed, clasping her hand around her opposite wrist, her teeth sinking into the flesh of her bottom lip.

“but—“ steve began, passing the bottle of water into his other hand, once again outstretching his palm for her to take. “—i do have two hands, you know. little shit probably didn’t think that thr—“

“oh hey steve! didn’t see you there, but do you mind holding this for me? thanks, you’re the best!”

they watched as mike and will raced by, and when steve glimpsed down to his once free hand, he rolled his eyes and groaned at the hat and sunglasses mike seemingly gave him. although frustrated, she couldn’t help but snicker behind the back of her hand, “guess they all have it figured out, huh?”

“god, it’s like— it’s like one big group of cock-blockers,” he whined, perhaps a little too loud, hence the number of heads doing double takes his way. “maybe it’d be more accurate if you said hand-blockers?” she mused.

steve blinked, “that sounds dumb.”

“and cock-blockers doesn’t?”

he sighed and shook his head, gazing down to his watch, “less than ten minutes left, we better make these next few minutes worth it.” she followed him to an empty bench on the outskirts of the food court, her teeth toying with the flesh of her bottom lip, fighting back the urge to smile. “you know, i don’t see any more of your children around,” she murmured, scooting closer until their thighs were pressed together, her chin resting atop the curve of his shoulder. “surely, none of them would notice if i leaned in and—“ her lips grazed over his, and she could feel him shiver, his breath warm against her skin. he, too, leaned forward until his lips enveloped hers, and she could taste steve harrington on the tip of her tongue.

“steve! oh my god, dude, i totally forgot.”

both she and steve pressed their eyelids closed together, their lips breaking apart from one another before they gazed over at lucas standing there, waiting for them to respond. “dude, really?” steve whined, gesturing between them. “kind of busy right now.”

“but robin told me to come tell you that you need to come back from your break early!” lucas rushed before they could shoo him off, “yeah, she made it perfectly crystal clear that if you weren’t back to help her with these customers right this second, she’d tell dustin all about what happened between you and his sister on—“

“okay! okay! i get it, so just— shut your mouth,” steve sighed in defeat, rushing to his feet. she arched an eyebrow as steve pushed past lucas, and she gave the younger boy a look before following after steve. “you told robin about—“

“okay, let’s not make such a totally big deal out of this?” steve groaned, “i didn’t mean to tell her but i just… kind of needed… her opinion?”

she cocked an eyebrow, “her opinion? and what was it, if i may ask?”

“you know, maybe… maybe that’s not so important right now.”

she cracked a smile, “you’re adorable, steve harrington,” she purred into his ear as she clutched onto his bicep, rolling onto the tips of her toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “god, please don’t say that shit around dustin, please? i’ll never be able to live it down,” he pouted as they re-entered scoops ahoy, robin waiting up ahead at the counter expectantly. “you love it,” she giggled into his ear, placing his sailor hat back atop his head and spinning him around, straightening it up.

“wrap it up, lovebirds,” robin rolled her eyes, “we have orders stacking up and i can’t handle it all by myself.”

“yeah, yeah, i’ll be right there,” steve waved her off, turning back to his girlfriend to caress her cheek. the pad of his thumb soothed just underneath her eye, “i’ll pick you up after my shift, okay? we’ll go get some greasy takeout food, head back to my place, watch a movie. you know, all that typical romantic shit us teenagers do,” he murmured, swiping a loose strand of hair behind her ear. she chuckled and playfully kneed him on the thigh, “you mean teenager? you’re pushing twenty, steve.”

“not til’ next year!”

“god, you’re so old. i mean, you’re practically knocking on the front door of death at this point,” she teased, jabbing his ribs with her finger. “but tonight sounds like a plan. i’ll miss you,” she cooed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“you’re lucky i love you and just let you verbally abuse me like that,” he mumbled into her hair. “and i guess i’ll miss you too.”

“god, you guys are so gross, you’re going to see each other again in a few hours so wrap it up and get your ass over here and make some ice cream, harrington!” robin groaned, and steve glared her way. “i’m coming, god.”

they pulled away, their eyes unable to break contact, and it wasn’t long before they were leaning in, their lips inching closer, and closer until—

“oh my god!” she could hear her name being shrieked, and she turned as max and eleven bounded their way up to her. “i haven’t seen you in forever!” max chuckled, grabbing her hand and tugging her away from steve to instead be pulled into a group hug.

“i literally saw you two yesterday.”

she gazed over at steve from over eleven’s head as the two younger girls went on and on about something she could honestly say she wasn’t paying attention to, mouthing the words ‘i’m sorry’ his way.

“steve!” robin shouted from behind him, slapping his shoulder from behind the counter and giving him a look. she couldn’t suppress her laughter as he grumbled and disappeared to the back, eventually letting the girls drag her off to wherever they had planned to go next.

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Madara Week day 4 - Mental asylum

The mental facility was often dealing with patients who had seen too much war in their lives, shinobi whose psyche had been tattered to the point of no return. The newest resident had started his first shift at the hospital and per tradition, he’d have to help his mentor with one difficult case to prepare him for the future as an intern.

Dr. Minamoto had been working in the facility for 15 years already and his face hardly ever showed emotion. Perhaps he learned to hide them so his patients didn’t have a chance to mess with him. His new mentee, a recent graduate from Konoha’s medical institute, was waiting for him at the door of the “Top Security” wing of the building.

“Good morning, Dr. Minamoto! Let me introduce mys-”

“I already know who you are. You better start moving soon, Dr. Mori. This patient of mine is far too delicate for us to waste time in formalities.”

“Yes, Dr. Minamoto…”

The building was rather depressing, to say the least. If anything, it was a reflection of the patients inside. Dr. Minamoto’s patient was in the basement, a place reserved for the biggest dangers of the facility. The duo approached a cell with a transparent panel that allowed them to see the patient inside. A man with long hair that had once looked a lot better, his mouth shut with a muzzle and his straightjacket with double the usual amount of straps. Dr. Minamoto sighed and handed the young Dr. Mori a heavy stack of papers.

“Alright, Dr. Mori. Since it’s your first day here, I’ll present the chart to you. Madara Uchiha, male, age unknown but estimated to be about a century old. No other comorbilities.”

“And what is the diagnosis, Dr. Minamoto? I can’t find it in his file.”

“All of those papers are our attempts at diagnosing him. I haven’t lucked out yet, he is quite stubborn. Maybe you could provide some fresh input, eh?”

“Dr. Minamoto, this file is as thick as my anatomy atlas. Not even you could diagnose him?”

“No, I haven’t been able to do it thus far. And it’s quite an embarrasment. I’ll give you some time to check the file while I go upstairs to fetch my other patient’s files.”

“Alright, I will try to give some insight…”

“Whatever you do, don’t look straight into his eyes. Don’t remove the muzzle because he bites. Hell, not even think about going inside that cell.”

“Uh? Okay, I will do as you say, Dr. Minamoto.”

Dr. Mori spend several minutes reading the chart and all the tests that had been done. The sound of fire crackling had been in the background for quite some time, so he thought it was some nearby chimney or kitchen. But there was nothing like that nearby, in the badement there were only 3 patient cells. Where was this sound coming from? Dr. Mori began to walk around trying to find the source of the sound, worrying that some patient might have set something on fire.

After he finished making a little tour of all the cells, he came back and found the paper stack that belonged to Madara burning in black flames. In a moment of panic, he committed the mistake of turning to face Madara Uchiha.

“Hey! What do you think you’re do-”

He was met with two purple eyes that resembled an optical illusion. Such unusual eyes began to bleed, letting out drops of scarlet red blood. And as the eyes bled, the eyeballs began to melt and only left behind a pair of empty sockets. Dr. Mori began to feel dizzy and he fell to his knees. A deep voice called him.

“Stand up. Open this door.”

“H-huh? How are you talking?! You have a muzzle like fucking Hannibal Lecter!”

“You are a stupid child, aren’t you? I am not using my mouth but my ocular prowess to invade your fragile mind. Open the door.”

“No! You’re a danger to the entire shinobi world!”

“Hmm…”

After that little sound from the patient, Dr. Mori was transported to an eerie dimension. He felt his body being torn apart and stitched back together again and again, and the only thing he could hear aside from his pained screams was “Open the door”.

Dr. Minamoto came back ten minutes later and had to refrain himself from screaming by clamping his hand over his mouth. Dr. Mori laid lifeless inside Madara’s cell, his body showing signs of a quick strangling. But the most worrying aspect of the whole room was that somehow, the man in the straightjacket was free from all his restraints and was calmly stretching out his arms. He turned around and his purple irises met Dr. Minamoto’s gaze.

“Hello, doctor. I have decided to discharge myself. There are better things to do in this accursed world than just standing here with my arms forcefully crossed.”

Purple’s notes:

Hello! This is my submission for Day 4 of the Madara Week, hosted by @uchiha-event . Hope you all enjoyed this creepy-ish short fic. Comments are open!

#madara #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #naruto fanfiction #madara week 2023 #madaraweek2023 #i had a lot of fun writing this #maybe this could become a whole fanfic

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Prompt 26

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Hero is undercover as an underling and he’s formed an interesting connection with Supervillain’s Trainee.

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“Hero,” the dark called from beside his bed, whispering. A hand materialized, white and thin-skinned, and prodded at his shoulder when he neglected to stir.

“Trainee,” Hero rolled on his side, slurring sleepily, “mm can't keep letting ya in here. Supervillain isn't gonna like finding ya hanging out with one of us unders.”

More of Trainee surfaced from the blackness: pale and wiry arms, a gaunt face. Hero blinked once, twice, then sighed. It was too late to deal with Trainee hanging like an apparition at his bedside. He didn’t have the patience to talk sense to a floating menagerie of limbs, but neither did he have the heart to bat away the fingers picking at the hem of his sleeve.

Trainee’s eyes melted out from hollow sockets, as liquid and dark as oil. Hero’s last bit of sense came sloughed off as they stared.

“C’mere and quit moping,” Hero leaned forward, tugging Trainee over himself and onto the other side of his bed. As he settled back in, Trainee became fully fleshed, sharp knees knocking into Hero’s thighs and hair furling out into a shock of liquid silver over his nose. Hero swung his arm about till he found the back of Trainee’s neck and settled his thumb and four fingers on both lateral tendons.

Trainee’s power roared, roiling like a tempest beneath his skin, which felt fevered as Hero palmed his nape. It reminded Hero of how you were supposed to hold a viper behind its head; one turn, one writhe and you’re powerless if it decides to strike. And yet, as he held the protege of Supervillain—successor to the man he’d dedicated his life to fighting—by the tender width of his neck, he only wished to stow him away from the pain of this world and teach him the kindness he’d lived bereft of.

He wasn’t a Villain yet. No, he was just a powerful young man caught in Supervillain’s vile mechanizations.

Even in the calmness of night, Trainee’s power sung through Hero’s bones, buzzing and burning like a shot of liquor. His strength was akin to Superhero’s now, even after only a half-year of training. The thought had Hero tracing Trainee’s neck with narrowed eyes. In the dim light, the upper knobs of his spine casted slight shadows. A bruise, colored black in the dark, stretched out from his shirt collar.

Hero recalled its making. He recalled the smack of Trainee’s shoulders, the half-yell that split through his clenched teeth, and the defeated slump of his body as Supervillain stormed from the training hall.

And then, he pinched down, stemming off the vicious flow of power with inkling of his own. Trainee hissed, leg kicking out at Hero’s ankle.

“I know, I know. Just a little more.” He whispered, grip firm. This was common form of power therapy, a method which cropped off the power from the source so the system could realign and better accommodate the pressure. Disorders like Trainee’s were prevalent in powerful individuals who were in the midst of developing their powers and Supervillain’s training methods only exacerbated the symptoms. “It’s my fault for making ya wait so long.”

Hero pushed until his fingers ached and Trainee turned lax, breaths thin and stuttering.

“This is much easier in a hospital, ya know,” he said, slowing releasing the tension and feeding Trainee’s power back through its natural course. “I don’t wanna keep on hurting ya like this.”

“I can’t leave here,” Trainee rasped.

“I’m sure ya can get a nurse on over. Keep their mouth shut with a bit of pay.” Hero was no longer pressing down, but didn’t move his hand, as he had their few sessions before. Instead, he started kneading ginger lines into where his grip had surely bruised, sliding from the curve of his shoulder to behind his ear, where his hair feathered out in silken wisps.

“You’re,” Trainee’s voice clipped off in a breath as Hero’s thumb idled a circle into his pulse, “good at this. I don’t need a nurse or a hospital.”

“Ya gonna get me in a tough place if he finds ya here.”

“I won’t let him hurt you.”

“And I sure don’t need a brat to protect me,” Hero felt up past Trainee’s neck and ruffled his hair. “He’s got ya doing enough as is.”

#writeblr #villain #writing prompt #hero #prompt #villain prompt #hero prompt #writing #villain x hero #hero x villain #trainee x hero #undercover hero

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hyperfixat · 7 days

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so, i played this game mindmindmind by @chattercap and i loved it so much! def go play it if you have the means to do so — i doubt this will get as much traction as my other fics do, but i really just had to write this!! also its so odd knowing that im tagging the creator so im extra sorry if i mischaracterize him >.<

i went forward with my writing assuming (after a thorough mental debate) that geist can interact w the physical world around him, but only when he stirs enough turmoil within you. like there are moments within the game where he touches you and ur phone, but. idk. it feels different somehoe.

while playing the game i really tried to get the ‘good’ ending where you ‘defeat’ geist but he’s so alluring!!1 my goodness if i didn’t melt at the end — man oh man. this is literally word vomit of a situation trying to evoke a similar emotion to that scene near the end where you resist or accept him (trying to avoid spoiling it TT)

quick tw for; meal skipping due to depression, depression and it’s symptoms, negative self image, and just, all around you don’t start or end in a good place mentally., also burns from hot water. nothing deadly or anything, but like. burns.

honestly i didn’t have many ideas my brain was just kinda rotting over him TT so this is what my sleep deprived mind came up with. but ykaow its something (also ignore any canon divergence, it's about vibes not canon.. ) not proof read. 1.6k words.

Your body creaks like rusty hinges when you dragged yourself out of bed, the time already reading half past noon. Too late for breakfast, not that you were likely to have made anything anyway.

There’s a calm in the kitchen, though you can’t bring yourself to fully appreciate it. At least Geist hasn’t made himself known as of yet. That’d be just what you needed on a day like this. (Sarcastic.)

The electric kettle boils on its socket and you stand too close to it in an attempt to bring warmth to your tired body. Despite having slept into the afternoon there’s an ever-lingering tired that clings to your whole body. Only when steam starts to pour from the kettle and you risk getting burned if you remain stagnant for longer do you move to prepare your instant ramen.

Your arms feel weak when you lift the kettle and that’s a sign for what is to come, in hindsight. Perhaps you should have taken the time to move the styrofoam container to the table and pour your water on a clearer surface than your tiny counters. You do manage to pour an adequate amount of near-boiling water in the cup, but you also pour an adequate amount all over your counter and clothes.

You hiss out in pain, tossing the (now empty) kettle on a free section of stovetop.

“Oh dear, what have we here?” The only thing that can make this situation worse. You can never be the only one to bear witness to your failures, can you?

Gritting your teeth, you pull the steaming clothes away from your skin, making a hurried scuttle to your bedroom. Luckily the only clothes you bothered to wear to bed last night was a large shirt, one that slips off of your body easily, despite being soaked. You maneuver to the bathroom, taking in the red hue of your torso.

“Fuck me,” you groan, running a hand over the skin before hissing at the heat. It seems you’re being forced to take that shower you’ve been putting off. You feel a presence in the doorway and ghostly green eyes track your moves to the bath as you turn on the cold water.

It’s old and stained, and likely in need of a cleaning, but there is a tub attached to your shower, so you’re going to use it. Steeling the rest of your body, you plug the tub and step into the icy water. You make yourself suppress a whimper at the cold, it doesn’t help that you already had a chill set in your body from hunger. Your stomach clenches, a reminder of what you’d done and you sink down fully into the water.

Over the rushing of the still pouring water, you hear fabric on fabric and when you open your eyes Geist is sitting on the edge of the tub, regarding you. His expression is hard to discern, something between cool indifference and pity. He doesn't acknowledge your state of undress, bless him for that.

His large, slender hands dip into the water, making it ripple where his fingertips hit. Geist hums as he takes in the temperature.

“What a poor thing you are,” Geist begins. “Can’t even make yourself something to eat without messing up somehow.”

You inhale deeply and close your eyes, attempting to drown out his words. He lets you sit in peace for a few moments, eventually turning the faucet off when it fills to submerge your hot chest.

“No rebuttal?” He lets out an amused laugh, entirely unfitting of the situation. “I see how it is.”

You hope the burns aren’t anything serious, even if they were you don’t know if you’d go to a hospital right away. Some things go away if you ignore them hard enough. Sadly this logic does not apply to Geist.

Being watched doesn’t make for a very relaxing bath, but you’re only there to cool your body off, and it does. You get on your shaky legs after you’ve deemed yourself far too cold to stay in there any longer and unplug the drain and turn on the shower head to rinse the bath water off (and properly clean yourself). Geist leaves when you stand up to shower, leaving you to bask in the cool, quiet drizzle from the faucet.

After getting changed into another set of pajamas (as you don’t plan to leave the house and know you won’t change whatever you’re wearing before bed), you find Geist has made himself completely useless, taking up a seat at the small table cornered on the kitchen to form a make-shift dining room. He’d stepped over and through the mess you’d made, favoring to make use of the scarcely used furniture.

His eyes feel like fire as they track you cleaning the kitchen. “Are you really just going to watch?” His eyebrows raise, as if shocked by your sudden question.

“Why, with how cold you’ve been to me I’d assume you’d want me to leave you all alone.” Geist stands, tall form looking far too elegant for his surroundings. “But, allow me,” he grabs the cup of noodles from your hands and pours them in the garbage disposal. “Hey-!” Those noodles were still perfectly edible, not that there was much left in the cup rather than on the floors.

“Surely you can spare ten cents to prepare a new container.” Geist ignores your open-jawed stare, moving to grab a reusable towel and mop up the mix of broth and warm water on the counter, leaving the floor to you.

By the time your floor is dry and no longer holds the smell of ramen broth you’re too exhausted to bother making a new cup of noodles. You shuffle back over to your bed and fall back into the covers and try to bury yourself.

Geist stands at the foot of your bed, looking eerie in the low light. With him carries the lingering scent of ramen. You look away from him and avert your gaze to the dim glow of your phone.

“I made you your meal.” He can’t even call it lunch anymore, the time on your phone shows its half past four. The act of kindness catches you off guard and you look at him, eyes dull, expecting him to laugh or throw the food on the ground and sneer, but he doesn’t. He even has some utensils ready for you.

You slide against your headboard and pull your blankets down past your chest, gesturing that he can hand the cup to you. He does, beginning to monologue after you take a bite.

“I had waited for you to take action, but it seems you’ve gotten to the point that you’re incapable of doing something as simple as feeding yourself. I took it upon myself to prepare your meal, truly it’s appalling you’ve made it this far in your life. What would have become of you if I weren’t here?” He gives a sigh, as if contemplating the horrible conditions you would face if not for him. “A grown person, unable to properly feed themself, what’s next – do you need me to brush your teeth for you as well?”

You shrink back at the harsh words, face growing hot with shame, realizing he’s right. You can hardly function, all you do is rot away and he’s the remediator, here to curb your decay. Despite having plenty of broth, the noodles taste dry in your mouth and you feel the urge to ugly sob, but your eyes do not prick with tears.

“I’m sorry.” The words come out choked with phlegm and emotion.

“Oh, now look at you,” Geist lets out a mildly less exasperated sigh and sits on the edge of your bed, lightly, as to not spill your ramen. His hand rests on your ankle overtop of your blanket. “I’m not mad at you, I’ll still treasure you no matter how incapable you are.”

You finish your – call it what it is – dinner, and Geist takes it to your kitchen to dispose of it. You shiver, his voice still lingering in the air, his words haunting you.

It’s hard to be alone, it’s even harder when you’re as vulnerable as you are currently, so when Geists asks to join you, you can’t refuse the offer.

“There we go,” Geist gently moves you to the side of your bed, taking the spot next to you, his cold, cold hands resting on your sides. “Are you going to be on your phone the whole evening, darling. That is unwise. You’re tired.”

He’s right. You are tired. You let him hold you as you fall into rest, it’s nice to be held. He holds you and doesn’t let go, even when you wake in the early hours of morning, a wave of clarity and repulsion coming over you.

You try to push him away, claiming he’s cruel, but you’re no match for a man like him, a man who holds you as you shutter with unshed tears, cooing about how it will all be fine as long as he’s here, and letting you know he’ll stay. And, maybe, just maybe, it will be okay as long as Geist stays with you – you only need him and as his words echo as you go back to sleep, reassured. I’ll love you no matter how broken you are. Broken as you may be, you lie with him, knowing deep down he won’t put you back together.

#mindmindmind #verified hyperfixat post #i have no clue what tags to put here tbh #i've never been like.#the first to write something (or one of the first)#so #here goes #geist x reader #mindmindmind geist #tw depression #hmm #yeah i think thats good #mindmindmind fanfiction

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pollopom · 9 months

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Some of Zato's / Eddie's character art and what they make me feel, a thread ✨️

(pollo gets nsfw-ish)

Missing Link (but not really):

WHY ARE YOU SO WIDE

i wanna draw like this tbh

the pose is peak

Eddie snake looks sick

this is just cool and im gonna kiss him

GGX:

Eddie looks like a sperm

your chest is SO WIDE

he kinda looks like Johnny Bravo lol

GGX too:

i have nothing funny to say this art is literally so good

GGXX:

oomf got a haircut

Zato looks short for some reason huehue

probably one of my least favorites

it's not bad it just doesn't have that oomph

Isuka:

GUH!!!

this artwork makes me SO FUCKING INSANE

FERAL GRHARGAHR

CHEWING THIS ART AND SPITTING IT BACK OUT

this is fucked up in the best kind of way

also the shading is goals

Accent Core:

would (talking about Eddie)

Eddie just enjoys posing Zato's corpse it seems (it's his only toy)

no matter how long i look at it i still can't tell what's going on with Eddie's body

Zato looks GREEN

he was left out of the fridge a little bit too long

Xrd:

GRRR

i want to punch him in the face (affectionate)

they practiced this one

the hand over Zato's hip-

im convinced he's wearing a latex bodysuit

literally a whore

Strive:

GRRR

beefcake

they hit the gym

the pose the shadow the claws

GRRRRRRR

they're melting into each other do i need to elaborate

still a whore

HONORABLE MENTION ❗️❗️❗️

i dont remember where this is from Accent Core i think:

my eyes left my sockets the first time i saw this

made me cum

i am not nearly as eloquent to put into words why i like this so much so people are gonna think im weird

i guess i like the juxtaposition or eroticism and death

this does things to my brain

literally the monkey meme

oh yeah this art is in my pinned lol

#pollo posting #guilty gear #zato 1 #zato one #eddie guilty gear

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bridgyrose · 10 months

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Ruby loses an eye, Blake comforts her and supports her as she relearns how to do stuff.

Ruby winced as she bumped her right arm into the couch again while trying to sit down. “I dont get how Weiss can do this!”

“She did have a few years to get used to using only one eye,” Blake said as she helped Ruby around the couch. “Give it time and you’ll be back to yourself.”

“You say that, but we both know this is going to be an adjustment for all of us.” Ruby sat down and adjusted her eye patch, pulling her hand back when she felt the metal plate around her eye socket. Her heart started to pound in her chest as she took a deep breath to calm herself, reminding herself that Cinder wasnt there. “You saw what happened when I tried to renew my license, I could barely take a beowolf on my own. What makes me think I can be a huntress?”

Blake gently took Ruby’s hand and squeezed. “Because you’re a talented huntress. Losing your eye is just a set back, not something that’s going to keep you from doing what you love.”

“I… I wish I could feel that way…”

“Do you trust me?”

Ruby felt her heart stop for a moment as she listened to Blake, her body freezing and her breath hitching when she remembered those were the same words she had said to Blake when she went on her own to stop Cinder and lost her eye. “I-I trust you-”

“Then relax and let me be here for you. Rushing through this will only get you hurt.”

“And what happens when I’m not out there?” Ruby asked as her fingers tightly gripped her skirt. “What happens when I cant be out there to help others? You, Yang, Weiss, Jaune… I trust you all, but… what happens when I’m not there to back you up and you get hurt? That’s how its always been, hasnt it? I’ve always had your back on missions, always there to take care of any grimm that you dont see or come from behind.”

“Then we’ll be careful,” Blake answered. “I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but right now, all you can do is learn how to live with your missing eye. And I’ll be by your side no matter what.”

“Yeah, but… its… its not the same.”

“Then maybe we can get some help.”

Ruby sighed. “I’m tired of going to doctors.”

“What about a friend?”

Ruby hesitated for a moment as she tried to think of who Blake would be suggesting. “And who would you be suggesting?”

“I’m sure Pietro wouldnt mind helping you out.”

“No!” Ruby instinctively went to touch her eye, freezing as she felt the metal plate once more. “I dont… I-I cant….” Her fingers shook as she spoke, the burn scars under the metal plate burning as she swore she felt Cinder’s hand pressed against her eye again, the pain of fire rushing into her eye. She felt Blake squeeze her hand again as she tried to relax. “I-I dont want anyone else touching my eye.”

“Then we wont.”

Ruby looked at Blake and paused when she felt her hand gently touch her cheek. “But you-”

“I dont want to make you feel like you have to rush this. If you dont want to talk to Pietro, then I’ll be by your side and help you get used to this. The rest of us will make sure to take missions that you dont have to worry about us and we can help you relearn everything you need. Will that be okay?”

Ruby nodded and leaned into Blake’s touch, her body shaking at the idea of running into Cinder again. “And if… if we run into trouble?”

“We have Jaune and his team as back up. But I promise, nothing bad will happen, alright? This will be just you, me, our team, and helping you learn how to be a huntress again.”

“Right…” Ruby looked away with a small smile. “I trust you.”

“The world will always be here for you to help and save. You can rest for a little bit.”

Ruby nodded and looked at her reflection, hating the way the scarred skin poked out from under the metal plate. Though, she still couldnt help but smile as she stayed close to Blake, her fears slowly started to melt away, feeling safe with her touch as a spark of silver ran across her good eye, fading away just as quick.

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #blake belladonna #drabbles #rwby ladybug #ladybug #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort drabbles

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