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tedesquire · 2 years

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Hi, I am DYING to see more Egon Spengler x reader and I love your writing. There isn’t nearly enough content for him even though he’s amazing 💜💜💜

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Pairing: Egon Spengler x gn!Reader

Contains: fluff

Masterlist Description: Your friend sets you up on a blind date. Before you can wonder if you were stood up or not, a certain doctor with a proclivity for the paranormal asks to buy your drink for you.

Sad eyes, that’s what Egon first noticed about you at the bar. Not the way you dressed, how you had worn your hair, or any other modifications you made to your appearance, just your eyes. They were downcast into the drink you had ordered for yourself, unsure and anxious only to fill with hope each time the door swung open, only to be disappointed again. Anyone could tell you were nervous about something with the way you kept biting your lips and each twitch of your fingers against your glass.

“Hello, hello? Earth to Egon?” Peter’s loud voice brought the taller man back to the conversation. Peter had dragged the gang out to a nearby bar hoping to drink and flirt just enough to wake up with only a slight headache in the morning. Winston was all too happy to tag along, while Ray only needed a little persuasion, Egon had to be all but dragged out of the firehouse, ever the homebody.

“My god, Stantz, grab a knife. Egon, if you don’t answer me we’re going to give you a lobotomy in 3…2….”

“Cut it out, Venkmen.” Egon’s tone was flat, his gaze finally pulled away from your figure. “Didn’t we come here so you could flirt around or whatnot? Was I too out of it to notice every woman here reject you or what?” He snapped, drawing a chortle out of his friends.

“He’s just the best, isn’t he the best? The sweetest guy, you could always count on a fella like him and oh! We’ve lost his attention again.” Egon had drifted back to your sulking figure, missing the way Peter’s eyes slowly followed Egon’s, Ray and Winston’s soon to follow.

“Somebody’s got a stalker” Peter had positioned his mouth directly besides Egon’s eardrum, the new volume making him jump. “C’mon, you’ve been staring at that poor schmuck for twenty minutes, at least.”

“Poor schmuck?” Egon came to push up his glasses, flickering between you and Peter.

“That poor soul has been alone at the bar this whole time.” Peter shrugged, taking another sip of his beer.

“Probably waiting on a date, but it’s been too long now. I suspect they’ve been stood up.” Winston chimed in, Ray shaking his head in disappointment, his heavy brow furrowed in concern.

“Egon, scoot out of the booth, it’s time to make my move.” Peter snickered, raking a hand through his unruly hair to flatten it, straightening his tie.

“Uh…” Egon stuttered, catching another glimpse of your sad eyes. You had pulled a compact out of your bag, double-checking your appearance. You had nothing to worry about, you were perfect. Even the thought of Peter walking up to you and throwing some line he had already used on half New York’s population made Egon cringe, quickly shutting the idea down. “No.”

“No?” Oh. He didn’t think this plan all the way through. “Oh, I see. Well, Doctor Love, why don’t you take a turn romancing?” The more Peter thought about it, the wider his grin grew. “Yeah, yeah, this is great. Put yourself out there, huh? And see if they have any supermodel friends.”

“Oh, I’m not going over there.” Egon defended, staring down at his waterglass. He didn’t care much for the taste of alcohol, usually opting to be DD. Various cries fell from Venkmen, Stantz, and Zeddemore’s lips, causing Egon to grimace.

“You know what it’s like for us- Well, not Zeddmore.” Winston always seemed to have more luck with the dating pool. “They take one look and look somewhere else.”

“C’mon Speng, they’re probably just on the verge of desperate to go home with the next person who asks, so if you’re not going to man up then-”

“You know I don’t like what you’re insinuating-” Egon shot back, only for Ray to diffuse the tension.

“Perhaps you could buy them their next drink? If they refuse, we’ll leave. But if they take it, even to be polite, try striking up a conversation with them. You never know, Spengie.” Ray always seemed to know exactly what to say.

“You got this. You’re the man, Egon, you’re the man with the plan.” Peter very helpfully patted Egon’s shoulders like he was preparing for a boxing match. “Just remember, when in doubt, WWPVD- What Would Peter Venkman Do? It’s always worked for me.”

The flicker of annoyance in his dark eyes was gone as he rolled them, swatting Peter’s hands away and rising to his full height, smoothing down his sweater vest and slacks.

This is stupid. You thought glumly, feeling a familiar bitterness wrap itself around your heart. You should have never agreed to go out tonight, What was I thinking?

You know what you were thinking. You were tired of coming home to an empty apartment, tired of watching your friends talking about their significant others- and while you were happy for them, truly happy, you couldn’t help but feel bitter. Even though you tended not to base your worth on whether or not you were in a relationship, it was still an experience you were missing out on.

So when a close friend claimed she had the “perfect guy” for you, you threw caution to the wind and agreed before you could truly think about it. But now, having sat at the bar for close to a half hour past the agreed upon time, you had plenty of time to think.

What if he had taken one look at you and left?

You knew nothing else about the man other than what your friend had told you, tall, dark hair, great sense of humor. You couldn’t remember his name or what he did. Or maybe she forgot to mention it to you. You wondered what she had told him about you, and if whatever it was, was enough to persuade him to stand you up.

Or what if he was late because of an emergency, or traffic- traffic in New York could be a bitch- or what if he was at the wrong place and if you just held on a little bit longer you’d finally meet your soulmate and you’d be so glad you just waited a little bit more.

“Hello.” A deep voice pulled you out of your stupor, your eyes meeting his. Tall, rich, dark curls, a shadow of where facial hair would lie if he would let it grow. His clothes suggested a level of professionalism and care. You thought he was trying to smile but it seemed he was nervous, almost a grimace. This had to be him, right? “Can I… buy you another drink?”

“Oh!” You sat up straighter at his attention, trying to decide on an answer. He kept you waiting, you should be upset, shouldn’t you? But there was something earnest in the way he asked you if he could buy you a drink, the way he hadn’t automatically sat down to drag you into a conversation. Maybe you really were too much of a cynic, you could be forgiving- just this once.

“That would be nice Mr….?”

“Doctor,” The word slipped out of his mouth, cringing as he realized his tone was harsher than intended, opening his mouth to apologize.

“Doctor?” You prompted, your playful tone almost making him blush.

“Just call me Egon. Egon Spengler.” He offered his hand to you,

You gave him a smile, gesturing to the seat next to you. “Egon.” You tasted his name on your tongue, repeating it softly. “Alright, Doctor Egon, why don’t you join me?” A hint of a smile making itself known on the corner of his lips.

You missed the group of guys in the corner slapping each other silly, ordering another round to celebrate.

You would have to buy your friend dinner, or curse her out, you still hadn’t decided. Well, she deserved something for setting you up with someone as wonderful as Egon but why keep him a secret for so long?

He was intelligent, as he finally coughed up he had varying degrees in parapsychology and nuclear engineering. At your insistence he mentioned a few experiments he had in mind, one about positive and negative energy infused into surrounding objects.

“So, what does a guy like you do for fun?” You tease, leaning back in your seat.

“I collect spores, molds, and fungus.” He blurted, ignoring the heat that instantly blossomed on his cheeks. He ruined the whole thing didn’t he? What person in their right mind would find that attractive? It’s my hobby and I enjoy it, Egon tried to remind himself, willing his insecurities to stop.

“Really? How’d you get into that?” He’s thrown off by your question, surprised you haven’t sprinted out the door and left a you-shaped layer of dust in your wake. You take his wide eyes and smile, placing a comforting pat on his hand, tracing the prominent vein there absentmindedly. “It’s not like you collect teeth or anything.” A pause. “Please, tell me you don’t collect teeth.”

His laugh startles even him, higher than his deep timbre and broken from underuse. He was still quite nervous, it was… cute. So was the way he could smile without moving his lips, just a quirk of his brow. You made you feel as if you were the most comical person on the planet.

“I promise, I don’t collect teeth or anything else of human nature. Just the spores, molds, and fungus. I have a keen interest in botany.”

“You’re full of surprises. I had no idea you’d be this interesting.” You hum to yourself.

“I’m surprised you’re so interested.” He admitted, “What about you?” You could feel your cheeks heat up as the topic of conversation was now focused on you.

“Well, um… What about me?” You offered.

With a serious gaze, Egon lifted his drinks to his lips, tilting his head towards you. “Do you collect human teeth and should I be worried?” He smiled into his glass, hoping the blush on his cheeks isn’t noticeable as you throw your head back to laugh.

“Damn, either Egon’s has serious game or Egon’s the first human this person has ever met.” Peter grumbled for show, watching the two of you laugh for what seemed like the hundredth time in less than an hour.

“Well, some people are into the “nerd” look now.” Winston shrugged, taking an opportunity to peek on you both.

“No, Egon has game, I’ve seen it.” Ray mentioned, eyes widening as Peter and Winston snapped to face him. “Just because he doesn’t need to take someone home every night doesn’t mean he can. He’s a man of science first and foremost.”

“Well, I’m a man of science too. More focused on human anatomy.” Venkman wiggled his brows raising his palm up for Winston to slap. “You wouldn’t get it, Stantz.”

“Alright, that was just clever enough to warrant a high-five.” The older man rolled his eyes, limply returning the gesture.

“Wh-” Ray stuttered, growing flustered. “I’ll have you know-”

“No time to respond, look.” Ray sighed dejectly, turning to watch you inspect your beeper, excusing yourself by pressing a kiss to Egon’s cheek to find the Bar’s telephone. Peter waved the taller man over, placing his chin on his folded hands.

“So Egon, has the alien that lives inside your cranium found a mate?”

“No, they’re intelligent and-” Egon cut himself off, truly processing his words. “No.” He hissed sharply, his palm coming up to hit the back of Peter’s head. “It’s going very well. I don’t think they know about the Ghostbusters, which is pleasant. I don’t much care for those who only pay attention after finding out we’re famous. Ray, I should commend you for your recommendation, I believe I’m-”

“Going to put a sock on the firehouse doorknob?” Winston snickered, Peter snorting into his palm.

“Going to ask them on a proper date.” Egon’s tone was flat, his mood only boosting as Ray smiled warmly.

“Hey, listen, I’m so sorry, I-” Your friend rambled as soon as you had dialed her number. “I didn’t know he was going to bail. He mentioned something came up at the office and if you’d like to reschedule, I mean, I’m surprised you’re even still there and don’t let this ruin your plan of ‘getting back out there,’ remember you’re smart, sexy-”

“Woah, woah, woah, what are you talking about?”

“Walter! Walter Peck, what else could I be talking about?”

“Who?”

“The guy you were supposed to be meeting! I can’t believe he didn’t try and get in contact with you first!” She exclaimed, continuing to ramble.

“He’s not a scientist? He doesn’t have a doctorate?” Maybe Egon was his middle name or something?

“Walter? No, he’s an inspector for the Environmental Protection Agency, what are you talking about?”

“Well, I thought…” You trailed off, turning to find Egon mingling with a group of men. His cheeks were red, waving off the men who seemed to be hyping him up. Had he been with them earlier and you didn’t notice? “I thought the guy you set me up with had shown up late. What does this Pecker guy look like?”

“Auburn hair,” Nope. “Bearded,” Nope.

“Yeah, that’s not my guy.”

“Your guy?” She squealed, “Tell me about him, tell me!”

“I don’t have time for this,” You felt extremely flustered, hoping Egon wasn’t noticing your discomfort. “I’m on the best date of my life so far and I’m on the phone talking to you!” You relaxed a bit after hearing her laughter, promising she would get all the details later.

You were supposed to be mad? If Walter had shown up, or if you left too early, you would have never met Egon. Besides, it’s not like Egon lied to you. He never pretended he was your date, you had just assumed.

You hung up the phone, nervously approaching the small group, plastering a smile as they brought Egon’s attention back to you.

“Hi.” You breathed, giving a small wave. “Who are your friends?” Brief introductions were made, Egon all but dragging you back to the bar after Peter kissed your hand, making you snicker.

“Is everything alright?” He referred to the phone call, looking concerned. Yeah, this is my guy. You decided, shaking your head.

“Funny story,” You began, Egon already smirking before you said anything. “I was here waiting for a blind date and when you approached… so I thought you were him. That phone call was from the friend that set me up.”

“Should I assume this is your way of telling me you wouldn’t be interested in a second excursion?” He sighed, his smile melting to cover his disappointment.

“You should never assume, Doctor.” Your hand comes to wrap around his, those beautiful rich eyes meeting yours. “I’m glad I didn’t waste my night pining over someone I’m too good for. I got to spend it with you.” He seemed a little more hopeful.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” You nod towards the exit, smiling as Egon nodded, pulling him close to your figure.

“Guys, is Egon cooler than me?” Peter whimpered, watching the two of you leave the bar arm in arm. A gasp fell on his lips as he watched Egon cradle your face, whispering something unknown before leaning you back into the window, lips pressing against each other hurriedly.

“Yes.” Ray and Winston chimed, clinking their beers in triumph.

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rabbiteclair · 1 year

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lobotomy corp update:

oh sure in addition to time loop fuckery and sad robots, this game also has soldiers in rabbit gas masks who make rabbit puns as they murder people. and nobody even told me, I had to stumble onto it myself. demerits for everyone

I've only had Evangeline for twelve days, but if anything happened to them I'd kill everyone in this facility and then myself.

speaking of murdering everyone though, I have in fact hit the point of 'ah, the start of the day. [readies pistol] let's kill all the clerks while they're still bunched up.' listen, I've got Mountain, CENSORED, Blue Star, two abnormalities I can't necessarily prevent from breaching, and a few more that are gonna kill a dozen clerks when they breach. I leave exactly enough clerks alive that if CENSORED or Nothing There breach, they'll linger for a while killing clerks and give me time to gather my forces. at that point, even if Mountain does breach, it doesn't have enough victims/bodies around to become a problem.

core suppression complete up through Tiphereth, at which point I rewound because I'd hit day 46. I really did not expect Tiphereth(s) of all people to have just a downright painful conclusion to their main arc, but here we are. every minute that A spends doing literally anything except groveling on his knees sobbing 'OH MY GOD I AM SO SO SORRY' is a moment wasted. I do however find it really funny that the Tiphereth meltdown was a one-girl show. Tiphereth, it's time for your character growth. Not you, boy half, you're already perfect and I love you. Go watch cartoons for a while.

I just finished Gebura's missions, and goddamn. if the game asks me to do another fucking Midnight I am going to blow up the entire goddamn planet. if I have to put up with that I'm taking you fuckers with me. I know this is kinda Arbitrary Deaths: The Game, but every Midnight I've done so far has been some real bullshit in that department. at best they are tedious right up until I make a mistake for two seconds and somebody gets vivisected. the 'suppress 3 unique Alephs in one day' one was a pain in the ass too, but Mountain and Nothing There are fairly easy to pummel as long as I prepare beforehand, so the only real challenge was CENSORED. and getting them to breach without killing someone in the first place.

every sentence out of Binah's mouth is more concerning than the previous one, which is pretty impressive considering that she starts out fairly concerning to begin with. Hokma would probably be just as concerning if I didn't spend every conversation with him going 'wait what. what the hell is he implying??' Instead he's just concerning because he likes A. nobody who likes A can be trusted. Except post-suppression Tiphereth, but she's a kid.

the time fuckery though. THE TIME FUCKERY. practically every line of Angela's takes on about three different meanings as you progress through the game. there's stuff early on that seems perfectly innocuous until you loop back around. the straight linear path through the story is incomplete because there are parts that only really make sense when you're reading them a second time. it's the kind of narrative trick I don't think you could pull off in any medium but a video game. hell yeah. this is the content I'm here for.

although, gameplay-wise... I respect the conviction to go 'this is a game where all the characters are trapped in tedious and painful cycles, so let's get the player in on that,' but actually i would like to be done with the tedious and painful cycles now thanks. I have 119 hours logged in this game and, judging by a friend's comments, I probably have another full loop through the main plot ahead of me, since apparently it's very hard to do both Binah and Hokma's suppressions in a single iteration. At least days 1-30 are downright trivial at this point, and I'm far enough into the game that I can afford to go 'eh, that dead agent was only a level 4 wearing Waw gear, I can let it ride.'

plot-wise, we have reached the point where I've started taking notes, because thanks to all the looping, things not necessarily being told in order to begin with (especially with the weird route I took through the first half of the game), and occasionally clicking through cutscenes at top speed when I should've been in bed 5 minutes ago but the day just kept going and I didn't want to lose the progress, there are a lot of parts I've had to go back and reference anyway. I still feel like I've got a fairly decent overview of what's going on here, although there are some clear intentional holes in the information they've given so far. I think I'm also a single critter short of 100% codex completion, and I've been assured that will help a lot with making sense of things.

#lobotomy corp

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blysse-and-blunder · 1 year

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in lieu of a commonplace book

10pm sunday, jan 29, 2023

your gentle blogger has entered her next decade of life, thank you to @dying-suffering-french-stalkers and @redstar-winterorbit for the good birthday wishes last week!

reading not a ton if i'm honest, i've been deluged with gift books and library loans while at the same time crashing back into the semester, and the overall effect has been, uh, to freeze my recreational reading a bit. stuck trying to finish things like my audiobook of through the whispering door and ebook of maybe you should talk to somebody (have i talked about this one? it's a memoir of a therapist and reading it is like reading an episode of the gossip podcast, but i can also tell it's giving me occasional useful ideas and perspective on things to think about or ask for in therapy. but i can only take so much of it at once). the gift book i'm most into right now it lindsey ellis' axiom's end, which is a first-contact, aliens are real and the government has been hiding them scifi-- it's quick and readable, lindsey does a great job for a first novel, and i'm loving the alternate-history flavor of it being set in the Bush era and the southern california details i actually appreciate now. also the way the aliens are described, i love the design of them. beautiful and terrifying. but i haven't made progress in a few days.

through the whispering door is perplexing me right now, in that the gentle romance has developed pleasingly (predictably), but there's been a lot of talk about the main character 'having changed' and 'not being the same as he was when he arrived' and i can't actually. point to why or where that happened. this is part of the problem with me and audiobooks, i think, because i don't care enough to go back and re-listen to the parts where i tuned out.... there's been a new heightening of the stakes now that there's a time-limit, and i always like the flavor of an eldritch stag character.

EDIT: finished the monster baru cormorant, still recovering, immediately checked the third one out of the library though the psychic damage this series does to me without warning (dear seth: i'm taking away the word 'clotted' from your lexicon for a bit. also ‘lobotomy’.) is hard to rectify with how smart and good some of the new narrative details are. the introduction of ‘trim’ and its associated reliance on / trust in other people, to a story where the main character's stated weakness is thinking about things from others' perspectives? or anticipating others' reactions? chef's kiss. and the navy full of rugged, determined, salt-weathered women is just very good to me, personally. aminata my incredibly violent beloved. the end of this book was- devastating. not in the same way as the last one: this time i have the kind of fascinated-horrified-sickened-fixated feeling that i get about horror stuff sometimes, and i’d say body horror is what i expect from book three.

watching i got unlucky with weather-based flight cancellations last week, and spending a night in a random detroit hotel room created a great opportunity to check out my university's criterion collection access. for some reason i decided that this was the right moment to experience wong kar wai's in the mood for love (2000), which i have since finished in slightly calmer circumstances. despite knowing that tony leung and maggie cheung were both active in the 90s i somehow totally thought that this movie was like. actually a historic film and not a period piece? probably because of how much the visuals / how it’s shot and colored / the overall design feels so classic, feels like old school film in the best possible way. having now read the wikipedia page for this film i can tell i missed a lot of the actual plot, or rather, thought that there was more experimental / nonlinear story-telling going on than there might actually have been-- but that’s okay, it just means i’ll have to watch it again.

listening i don’t remember when this song first popped up in my spot ify, possibly on a discover weekly playlist a while ago? but it landed for me last week, somehow brand new and meaningful as i was contemplating the musical direction of my next playlist. listening to it with better headphones revealed lots of nice layers, depth and harmony, i like that bass throb under the chorus, it’s produced well and rewards paying attention to the extra stuff-- the contrary motion of the background vocal line in the opening to the chorus is nice.

something something i will get up regardless. currently repeating to myself, all you gotta do now is walk.

playing had the pleasure of hanging out with my Dnd friends on my birthday last week and playing a whole new style of game with them! Y introduced us to gloom, which is very Edward Gorey-core and therefore was delightful, and got our game-design nerds all excited about the cards themselves, and then K skunked us all at anomia. the adrenaline in this one is addictive? it is somehow so fun and yet so infuriating, and I have yet to regret suggesting it to a group or party.

making cleaned my room finally (somewhat) and have a stack of mail to send and cards to answer, now with the help of the beautiful fountain pen my roommates gave me for my birthday! It’s one of these, and while I can try to promise not to become a fountain pen nerd, time will tell…

working on this award letter for a prof is somehow the hardest thing to just fucking finish. I think because I want it to be better than just okay, and am worried that it’ll counteract its own message if it’s not? But also—I have palaeography homework now! and the abstract of a talk to finish, and that talk + associated chapter to outline! not to mention finishing reading and commenting on a friend’s chapters! taking it slow last week was nice and probably needed, but fuck.

#in lieu of a commonplace book #ilcb #weekly roundup

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lunarsilkscreen · 3 months

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TW: Judicial Review (This goes off the rails after the marker)

Now there's a few strange arguments that crop up whenever the subject of U.S. law is brought up; two of them are: The Constitution is just a document that only matters federally, and not to the states. And the other is that the Judiciary Branch has "too much power" in their ability to create laws.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marbury_v._Madison

Marbury v Madison was one such case to establish the judiciary's true power.

It found that the courts had the ability to strike down any law that was unconstitutional. Which to some means "They have the power to strike down any law they disagree with". Or, you know; any law that disagrees with the constitution.

It found that federal courts could take over a case where a defendant was prosecuted in a state that he didn't live in. Which serves a few good purposes; one is that federal laws are typically *less* restrictive than state laws, and many lobbyists pursue new legislation whose purpose *is* to limit states rights over their constituents.

Which; if you disagreed with any part of that paragraph... I have news for you about your willingness to give up individual rights for the State's rights over you.

"States rights to do what..? Sign me up for the iCentipad program? Sheesh..."

This power to disagree with congresses curated understanding of the constitution, or unfamiliarity with how legislation may conflict with the constitution at scale, Is an important one.

Especially since today it has been used as a tool to take the rights of bodily autonomy *away* from individuals, without consent, and without remorse.

This has set-up a road, directly to the joke that we've been making for years; What if that lack of individual autonomy *included* forced installation of Elon Musk's brain chip?

We've already laid the foundation; women, both cis and trans have no rights over the body. Autistic people *can't* consent because we feel they're lost causes anyway.

And the proof of yesterday; Mental Asylum's willingness to perform lobotomies to fix people.

All of that suggests; if Elon Brands his chip as a mental "cure-all". Who's to say who should or shouldn't take it first?

The people without autonomy will. For "Science". And then; we'll walk once more down the path of the scientists around the world who saw their "patients" as nothing more than "dogs" or "rats" when they performed their experiments. Their very real mutilation experiments, against the will of the "patients".

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I say this because the words will get twisted "WHAT ABOUT THE TRANS MUTILATION!?"

And I'll say; point out where it is being done against an individual's will; and I will agree with you that it should not be done.

There's a difference between taking a bunch of people up off the street to perform whatever you feel like; and somebody doing it willingly.

And then the subsequent follow up question comes up; should we allow cash payment from "willing patients" to participate in such experiments. Like; what if Fin5ster all of sudden needs a cash in-flux of a couple millions of dollars; so he puts up a Kickstarter, and you know some of the finsimps want this way more than Fin does.

And he just goes all in, only to change his mind again; do we punish him legally for not doing the legal thing he agreed to? Or do we punish him for willfully lying to the finsimps?

Or do we finally agree; that virtual contracts just aren't validateable instead?

The real question that seems to have found its way around the world; what about all these men doing it because there isn't enough women in China? This is of course why China is trafficking all the women.

(it is not, unless it is. Then that assumption was wrong.)

Which many assume, that in a capitalist society; would lead to many taking the payday. Or the 'L' in some bros dictionary.

Or that trope of the "Mafia Punishment". Them sending you to some places where they'd give you a perfect surgery and turn you into an idol just to recoup some costs.

If only such a fantasy were real. But they'd more likely punish you with cement shoes instead of that. I just don't see the Mafia, or even the Triad willing to spend *more* money on somebody that would only prove to be net loss in the long run. You know what I'm feeling?

I'm sure there's at least one person in the world who would be more valuable turned into an idol or a prostitute; but they'd have to really have pissed somebody off.

They're the people *already* in charge of trafficking. Like; they have plan B, and willing inductees. AND they already don't follow the laws...

Somebody is still talking about how some Chinese legislation is done by Eunuchs because they "Have no desire for Dynasty". Which can also be translated as "asexual people" and "women over 40". Whichever.

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galloweye · 5 months

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Can somebody give me a lobotomy set for christmas

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chekhovs-tantrum · 1 year

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I’m thinking a lot about the Genesis story and original sin (yes I’m watching His Dark Materials, what made you ask) and how it weaves its way into TLT. Let’s take the theme of knowledge, borne out of disobedience to God, for which said God kills you (either immediately or eventually). Disclaimer: I am not a theologian and also I am doing this from memory. Relevant examples of knowledge, rebellion, and destruction:

-Priamhark and Pelleamena, who figure out that you can plant terribly powerful fruit in the compost of 200 innocent souls. It gives Harrow lots of power which leads her to gain forbidden knowledge, aka what's in the tomb (it’s a girl! congrats) which causes them to take their own lives. It’s missing explicit defiance to God, and God is not what kills them, but maybe a warcrime just counts implicitly.

-Gideon Nav is also born as an act of defiance to God; something is stolen from God an attempt to acquire forbidden knowledge (what’s in the box, John?). In the scene where the transgression of her existence is discovered, all three conspirators in the act of creating her (Mercy, Augustine, Wake) are killed as punishment almost immediately. Which is a fun little twist because Christian Jesus is supposed to be “born without sin”

-on ignorance and survival: Harrow’s lobotomy-induced un-knowledge of Gideon is what allows Gideon to survive (maybe? G might’ve made it anyway because, y’know, Jesus)

-also re: ignorance and survival: Nona’s amnesia of her own identity is what allows her to remain embodied and innocent. Her arms start falling off the second she remembers her relationship to Jod (and it’s specifically “John loves Alecto,” “God loves you” that’s her undoing, not just her own name)

-John destroying Alecto because humanity defied his wishes. Christian God and necromancer Jod were both like, “The perfect utopia wasn’t going to plan because of a few selfish and rebellious humans? Scrap the whole place.” It’s almost too on-the-nose.

-The OG Lyctors. Unlike the Bible (in which consuming a thing you really shouldn’t grants you mortality and God’s wrath) they get functional immortality and God’s relieved tolerance. Both Gods are very relieved that their creations haven’t actually achieved deity status.

-Flip this with Alecto in the position of God. Instead of forbidding knowledge, she grants John permission, gives him knowledge of death and rebirth. With it, he kills her and everything on the earth, locks her away and assumes deity status himself (did someone say “colonialism and displacement”). AKA, Genesis AU where God is like "hey have a pomegranate" and humanity destroys Eden on its own.

Somebody tell me if I'm onto things

#tlt meta #the locked tomb #locked tomb spoilers

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Shed Your Scales:

I rolled my shoulders trying to release the tension that built up throughout the day. It was exam season. The most important time of the year. I spent every waking moments scanning over my notes and rereading the textbooks.

My discretion had to perfect. Not a single word out of place, no grammatical errors. The margins were flawless and the font perfection. Not a single thing could be out of line. I rolled the red pen between my lips, marking up my printed copy so I could edit any errors I discovered.

“You’re doing that thing again.” A voice spoke.

I turned to see Peter in the door way. He looked like he just rolled out of bed. It was half past noon. I rolled my eyes.

“That thing? Wow, such a way with words Parker.”

“Put the pen down L/N. You do realise the worlds not going to end if you take a break.”

“And the world will go one without you if you don’t study.”

“Ouch.”

I chuckled. Tensing my back again. A hand fell on my shoulder.

“Seriously, you’re going to pull a muscle at this rate. Take a breather.”

When I didn’t budge, his hand pulled at my shoulder, forcing my spiny chair to turn.

“I’ll peer review your stupid paper ok? Just come get lunch!”

“My papers not stupid Peter, this could make or break my academic career. Without this all my hard work will be for nothing.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. Just there’s more to life than school. I don’t think you’ve left this room all week”

He sniffed the air.

“Have you even showered?” He joked.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“Of course I have!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Peter I will leave this room if not only just to kick your ass!”

“Oh you wanna go?”

He started riling you up. You stood up from your chair glaring at the mischievous boy.

“If it gets you off my ass Parker.”

He smirked. He grabbed your hand and dragged you out of your dorm room down to the common area. It was quite a large campus, and the cafeteria had no shortage of food options. But right now you really just wanted a half decent late.

“Pick your poison, I’m buying.” He said.

“We’ll in that case I’ll get one fo everything.” I joked.

He playfully pushed my arm.

“Alright, Alright. Im vanilla latte and some fries.”

“The meal of champions!” He joked.

“Leave me be, you practically live on pizza rolls and deli sandwiches.”

“What’s wrong with deli?”

“Salami smells like wet feet” I scrunched my nose.

“You been smelling Harry’s feet again?”

“I literally hate you.” I laughed.

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you love”

“Oh no, how will I ever survive with our my subpar New York french fries?”

I sat at the table and waited for him to grab food. I couldn’t help but chew on the pad of my thumb. A nervous habit I never grew out of. Something I noted I got from my father. Peter sat down across from me with 2 drinks and a large order of fries for us to split.

“Hexa, lattée with brown sugar” he said.

“You’re speaking my language Parker!”

I smiled taking a long sip of the liquid gold. It would surly give me a buzz.

“We all have our vices” he joked.

“Could be worse, I could be high on seeking male validation.” I joked.

“Oh how tragic that would be. My smart girl reduced to nothing but I vapid bimbo.”

“Your girl?” A voice asked.

They threw their arm around my shoulder. I rolled my eyes once more. How did I get so lucky as to have both the school idiots by my side.

“She hangs out with me more than you.” Peter offered lamely.

“Somebodies jealous.” Harry quipped.

“Boys boys, your both pretty. Now shut the duck up!” I said.

Harry say down beside me.

“You look like road kill ran over you.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense genius, remind me how the two of you got accepted here again.”

“She’s been in kill mode.”

“Kill mode?”

“Yup, try to distract her from studying and she hisses like a feral cat.”

“Ouch”

“Me-ouch” Harry joked back.

“Do both of you only exist to make me want a trans-orbital lobotomy?”

“So dramatic, how’s your discer-“

Peter shot a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t ask. This is a week free zone Harry.”

Harry rolled his eyes and moved Peter’s hand away from his mouth. I scoffed, chugging the rest of my latte.

“I could help you if you want” Harry offered.

“Do either of you even know anything about the Dichotomy Theory?”

They both looked at each other for a second than back at me.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll be fine on my own if somebody would just let me get back to my room.”

“You haven’t finished your fries” Peter pouted.

I ungracefully shoved a handful off fries into my mouth to spite him.

“Hot.” Harry muttered.

“Aren’t the two of you going to study? Peter you can’t fail Dr Connors class.” I said.

“Yeah I was hoping if I bought you food you’d be in a good enough mood to help me out on the finishing details of my project.”

“Your web machine thingy?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, what are you trying to see if you can redesign Spider-man web tensility? Somebodies a fan, it’s cute.” I said.

“You really don’t get any nicer with food. Why can’t you be like other girls?” Peter whined.

“What you mean, passive agressive and cold hearted and sadistic? I’ll pass. You’ve never actually talked to the other girls that go here have you bud?”

“Peter’s right, you are particularly more sparky today than usual.”

“We’ll somebody interrupted my studying, which again, I would like to get back to. So if you want help on your project, bring it over to my room. I’ll see what I can do.”

“What about me?”

“Omg, what are the two of you on your period? You’re like a bunch of clingy puppies. Yes Harry, you can come do homework in my dorm.”

“Yes!” He pumped his fist in the air.

“You sir aren’t being let in without more caffeine”. I pointed to Peter as I got up and left the table.

I never expected to make friends in college, now here I was with the most obnoxious boys wrapped around my fingers. But who am I to complain. At least they helped keep the jocks away, nobody wanted to talk to me when they were around. Seems today really wasn’t my day for studying, cause I ran fast first into somebody.

A flash of platinum blonde fell before me. I quickly reached out to catch the familiar blonde.

“Omg Gwen I’m so sorry!” I apologised.

She chuckled lightly.

“Exam zoomies?” She asked.

“Exam Zoomies! The boys are coming to my dorm to study, you want to join? You can help me keep them from getting distracted.”

“Oh yeah, Harry and Peter together are no good. It’s like watching a pair of toddlers.”

“Thank you! God at least I’m not the only one who sees it. They could be on the deans list if they just applied themselves.”

She shrugged. “Leaves more glory for us”

I gave her a high five at that.

“My room in half an hour?”

“Sounds good. Oh, how’s you’re Dichotomy paper going?”

“Ugh.”

“That bad huh?”

“Why did old science men have to be so cryptic? If this was a woman it wouldn’t have been so confusing.”

“Men do have a way with words don’t they?” She smirked.

“See you in a bit Blondie.”

I heard a knock on the door and ungracefully stepped over the many books scattered across my floor. I opened the door to let Gwen in, of course she was the only one on time.

“Jesus, the boys weren’t kidding, you really are obsessed.”

“I’ve never gotten anything lower than and A, Gwen. I’m not gonna start now!” I declared.

A few minuets later there was another knock.

“It’s open!” I called.

The boys hobbled in with their backpacks no doubt haphazardly filled with their school work. Peter sat on the floor next to Gwen and Harry sat on my bed.

“How do you even sleep in here?” Harry joked.

“Yeah Yeah, I get it, I went over kill with prep. Leave me alone!”

As dysfunctional as we all were, together we were surprisingly efficient. We finished Peter’s stuff first, then pier reviewed Gwen’s Paper. And Harry’s project was the easiest of them all. But when we got to mine we were stumped.

“Why the hell did you choose this, what are you a masochist?” Harry asked.

“I don’t remember your dad complaining last night.” I quipped.

“Ewww!” Peter and Gwen said in sync.

“Please, like my dad would ever sleep with you!” Harry declared proudly.

Gwen smacked him in the arm. I place a hand over my heart in mock offence. I couldn’t hide the slight blush that crept onto my cheeks. Harry did get his looks from his father. Harry playfully swatted Gwen’s hand away. I never knew if my crush on him was obvious of not. He was smart in some ways, but could never seem to tell I liked him. So I deflected to try and make things less awkward.

Peter let out a big yawn and I used that as my off point.

“Guy guys it’s getting a little late, maybe we should call it quits for the night.” I said.

“But we haven’t finished your work.” Peter said.

“Pete it’s ok. We made goods headway. I’ve got one more day before exams, I’ll get it done.”

“Alright, Goodnight, try to get some rest.” He said, nodding at me.

He stuck his hand out for Gwen and helped her off the floor.

“Thanks for the help Y/N, sleep well.” She offered.

Now it was just Harry and I alone in my room.

“Peter’s right, it’s not fair we all got our stuff done thanks to you.”

“Harry, you know I like helping. It’s really no big deal.” I sighed.

I probably wouldn’t get much sleep tonight. Harry gave me a kiss on my cheek which caught me off guard.

“Try and actually get some sleep tonight yeah? Cause we’re totally partying after exams.” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. Of course that’s what he was worried about.

“Goodnight Osborne.”

“Goodnight.”

An hour later I still couldn’t shut my eyes. But I did know one person who would still be awake at this hour. I snuck out of my dorm and made my way across campus. I quietly opened the door to the lab and a familiar chemical scent hit my nose. Most people found it quite jarring, but it was quite calming. The man looked up from his work.

“Oh, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked.

“Good morning Dr Connors.” I said.

“Morning?” He checked his watch to see it was in fact three am.

I chuckled at his reaction. I sat down on a chair, far enough away from what he was working on, as I wasn’t wearing lab appropriate attire.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“Dissertation.”

He pulled away from his work to focus on me. He spun on his rollie chair and moved it across the room toward me.

“You are by far one of the smartest students in this school. You don’t need to worry yourself. You’re professor will give you the grade you deserve.”

I sighed.

“I just want to make a difference, and I can’t do that if I don’t graduate.”

“You have a 4.2, trust me kid, you’re graduating.”

“What grade did you have?” I asked.

He chuckled slightly.

“Believe it or not, I wasn’t as good at school the first time around. Didn’t apply myself nearly as much as I do now.”

“So the obsession is a recent trait, not inherited?”

He shrugged.

“Perhaps it’s just recently reared it’s head. Or perhaps you see how hard I work and have taken as a personal challenge. Because competitiveness is in our nature.” He joked.

“Gee thanks for that.”

“At least you didn’t get some of my worse qualities. Sometimes I’m glad you’re more like your mother.”

“Do you even remember her?” I asked.

He had a wife and another child. My half brother. Why would he be thinking about me and my mother. He didn’t even know I existed until the beginning of the school year. But I was always determined to find my father. And I was so glad he welcomed me with open arms. He was a good man, and a great professor.

“Of course I do. Just because I didn’t marry her, doesn’t mean I didn’t love her at some point. Besides, she gave me you.”

He brushed a hair out of my face. I smiled lightly at that. I watched for another hour as he worked mindlessly on whatever break through he thought he was close to. It was so weird seeing the similarities between how we functioned. Despite only knowing this man for a year, it felt right being near my Dad. It made me feel whole again.

“You said your friends helped you study today?” He finally spoke.

I nodded with a small hum.

“Harry, Gwen and Peter.”

“You seem to hang out with Peter a lot.” He said, mindlessly.

“Please, don’t act like he isn’t you’re favorite student.”

“Student yes-“

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m an adult, Dr Connors, you can’t pull the whole ‘he’s not good enough for my daughter’ stick.” I laughed. “Besides, we’re just friends, promise.”

“I just want what’s best for you.”

“And what’s so bad about Peter?”

“There’s something off about that boy.”

“You and Harry though-“

“Why are you so concerned about my love life?”

“You seem stressed, maybe if you had something to distract you from school.”

“Ew, dad! Gross, topic change!” I squealed.

He chuckled at my outburst.

“You know I do enjoy our little midnight meetings. But you do know you can come to my lab during the day right?” He said.

I hesitated.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I don’t want people to think I’m getting special treatment cause you’re my father. Even if it’s not true, that rumour would spread like wildfire and no one will take me seriously as a scientist. It’s already hard enough being a woman in this field.”

He sighed.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that. That isn’t fair to you.”

“It’s ok. That’s just the way things are. Maybe after I graduate we can get lunches together when I’m working at Oscorp.” I smiled at him.

He offered a weak smile in return.

“I would like that. You look exhausted darling, perhaps you should sleep.”

“That’s rich coming from you. You have class first thing in the morning, my exam isn’t until the afternoon.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes.

“You really are my daughter.” He joked. “Here, i have something that will help you sleep.”

I shook my head.

“Don’t need it.”

“As your father I’m suggesting you take it. As your professor, your homework is to sleep.”

I scoffed.

“Really? That’s your play.”

“I promise you’ll feel rested. You’ll do better on your exams if you’re night fighting sleep.” He tried to sway me.

“Ugh, fine.”

He smiled brightly. He moved to the corner of the room where he had his little coffee station. Something that is certainly not approved to be in a lab. But I wasn’t going to tell on him for it. He mixed a few things over there then brought over a steaming cup of tea.

“Should I be concerned?” I asked jokingly.

“You know I would never hurt you.”

“Geez, drop the serious face dad I was a joking. Of course I know that!” I said.

Taking a sip of the strange tea. The taste was pleasant, not similar to anything I had before. When I finished the whole thing, I did begin to feel a little tired finally. I bid my father farewell with a hug and went back to my dorm.

I woke up just before my alarm the next day. The sun was bright in the sky. I’d never slept in that late before and I began to panic. But I took a few deep breaths to compose myself. I should still have two hours to finish my paper and turn it in.

I went to move my glasses on my face, but felt they weren’t there. I must have taken them off last night, but then again, how could I see? I shuddered as my body felt a little cold. I reached for the thermostat in the room. Everything felt to intense, the sun was too bright, the room was too cold, my movements felt too fast.

Then I remembered the sleeping tea Dr Connors gave me last night. What the hell was in that tea?

An: I should do a part two lol. This was fun to write. I’ve become intrigued by this character recently. I still have to watch the movies he’s in but I’ve had a look at the comics and I love him!

#dr connors #the amazing spider man #spider man #Peter Parker #peter parker x reader #Spider-Man x reader #dr connors x reader #harry osborn #Harry Osborn x reader

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tk5150 · 2 years

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Melted Chocolate

Trigger warnings there is a lobotomy in this chapter plus resentment of the child.

Chapter 3

Waking up feeling sore on your abdomen and vaginal area the next morning to find Keigo holding the devil baby to your breasts, hearing the sucking sounds and feeling the slight pain of the pull of the baby feeding. "What the fuck is he doing? Why can’t I speak? Why is he looking at me smiling?" “Good morning buttercup…did you sleep well?” he whispered to you then with a gleam in his eyes, he looked at the baby “Little Kaito is hungry…yes he is…my little big man,” he cooed at the horned baby. “He’s so adorable, can I hold him?” was all you said to Keigo involuntarily. Wide-eyed "what?! I didn’t say that what the fuck is going on with me?! Why do I have a stupid smile on my face?" “You're probably wondering why you're in such a good mood? Simple, our son, our beautiful bundle of joy is in this world,” he grinned at you. “You wanted to hold the baby…right?” he asked you while releasing the baby into your arms. "No, no, no…get this little monster away from me…what did you do to me?". You nodded and smiled once again. You sighed and closed your eyes only to find that your inner eye is sore. It felt as though somebody punched you directly on your eye. “It’s such a beautiful day, may I sit in the living room?” you smiled dazed at Keigo but you were screaming internally. "What in the hell is wrong with me? Why am I acting so sweet to this asshole?!" “Yes it’s a beautiful day, but not as beautiful as what I am seeing before me…a very beautiful woman nursing our newborn son and, yes you may sit in the living room” he smiled softly. You tried to throw the newborn child to the floor by, trying to loosen your grip but, for some reason your body wouldn’t let it happen. "What did you do?! Keigo what the fuck did you do to me?! Answer me!." But, he couldn’t hear you. The sound of Keigo rambling on about the beauty of having a family and the suckling of this devil baby was making you aggravated and still you carried on smiling because you had no will of your own. Keigo’s wings perked up to feel you intense stare “Baby is there something wrong?” he questioned with a smile. "Yeah there's something the fuck wrong…why am I acting this way?! and why is this fucking monster at my tits?!" “I could almost read your mind…you probably want to use the restroom, and probably need something to drink…right?” he smiled, then took the now sleepy baby away from you and, gently placed him in the blue ruffled bassinet. You smiled and nodded while holding on to Keigo’s hand. "This is not possible. I don't have a mind of my own." After using the bathroom you smiled at him and pointed to the bedroom door. “No sweetheart…you need to rest after the ordeal you had from yesterday…giving birth is such a strenuous job if I do say so myself, later I'll take you to the living room” he gently placed you back to bed. “Keigo…I’m thirsty and hungry” you smiled at him and he nodded to you. He poured you a glass of ice water from your dresser and went to the kitchen to grab you some breakfast he so lovingly prepared for you earlier. You sighed in frustration but it was soft like you were tired. “Keigo…please…home,” you smiled. He sat on his side of the bed “Baby…you are home…and home you will stay,” he said softly then kissed your forehead gently. He started feeding you while observing your eyes. You closed your eyes carefully so as to not irritate anything that is hurting them. That morning was somewhat peaceful and quiet while you spent it resting.

Waking up to the baby crying and seeing Keigo rushed into the master room to tend to the baby. He picked up the crying baby “There, there big little man…mommy is sleeping, she needs her rest after all,” he cooed at Kaito. He held the baby and sat on his side scooting all the way next to you and lifted your nightgown exposing your breasts. Keigo helped Kaito latch on to y/n’s breasts to feed the baby. “There we go my son…feed on mommy…I love you baby and mommy loves you too…she just has to get use to you,” he cooed to Kaito. You pretended to sleep when you heard Keigo. “I know that your awake buttercup…and I know that you're screaming internally…I just didn’t want you to kill our son buttercup,” he whispered while explaining to you. “I need food,” you smiled at him. “Let Kaito eat, let me change him, and then I’ll feed you…you have me for only a couple of weeks,” he said to you. “When he’s 6 months old I will have his horns surgically removed,” he added while helping Kaito latch on to the other breast. "Is this going to be my life for the rest of my existence on this God forsaken earth? He actually found how to control everything about me". You heard the baby whimper and the constant sound of sucking and breathing, breathing and sucking, it was driving you crazy. But, yet you still had a soft smile on your face. Unable to control anything now you had to resign to the fact that Keigo has you now.

You heard a knock on the door wondering who could that be as Keigo rushed to the front door. You heard the whispering of Keigo and the oh so familiar voice. “Can I come in?” Miruko asked. “What the fuck are you doing here? My wife is here with our baby,” he hissed at her. "Are you fucking kidding me?! She’s here?! You Miruko are too bold for your own good". “I miss you Keigo…when are you going to visit me,” she pleadingly whispered. You slowly got up with a smile on your face and walked out of the bedroom to the living room. Wide-eyed and in shock Keigo looked at you and took a step back. You smiled and greeted Miroku softly. “Welcome to our home,” you smiled at her. "No, no, no, what the hell I know I didn’t just welcome the bitch whore to Keigo." Wide-eyed Miruko came in and sat down on the sofa looking at y/n and back to Keigo. Keigo gently rushed y/n back to the bedroom where the sleeping baby was and quickly went back to the living room. Walking back into the living room. Miruko had so many questions for the new father. “What did you do to y/n? Why is she so happy to see me of all people?” she questioned him. “That’s none of your business…just know that I won’t be able to visit for a little while. I have to help take care of my newborn,” he quickly rushed Miruko out with the quickness. Miruko was dazed while walking out of the door, she waved it off because she just didn't really care.

Returning back to the bedroom to see y/n still smiling but this smile was wavering it was a crazed smile that didn’t meet her eyes. Tears were streaming as well. “I know you have so many questions that you are unable to question and I refuse to answer anyways but know this I love you and will always love you…she doesn’t mean anything to me but a fun time in bed…you are my treasure and will remain my treasure always,” he tried to reassure y/n. You were screaming in rage internally but, your body made you move towards him and hug him lovingly. "I think I’m going to vomit…please make it stop!" Hugging you back he gently placed you on the bed and tucked you in, fluffing your pillows behind you. “You’re so gorgeous right now I really want to make love to you, but the book about after the birth states I can’t touch you for like four to six weeks, your tits look like the hurt engorged with Kaito’s milk…do you want me to relieve you from that painful pressure?” he asked. "No. I don’t want you nowhere near me." You nodded and Keigo lifted your soaked nightgown, took it off of you and dropped it on the floor. He took one nipple into his mouth, he started to suck it. They were very painful at first but there was a sense of relief. “Does it feel better baby? Mmm…it tastes so good, buttercup,” he moaned out. "Fuck! Why me? Get your nasty ass lips off of me! NOW!" You smiled while embracing Keigo’s head as he gently sucked the milk out of you. “Keigo,” was all you could say to try to make him stop and it worked for a little bit but he kept on suckling. You had the urge to stab him with an ice pick in his head, directly in his ear but you couldn't and you wanted to cry for that but you also couldn’t. He finally stopped when he looked up to you and saw your eyes burning with pure unadulterated hatred but you kept on smiling. You slowly moved away from his embrace with caution then he smiled for being ridiculous. Y/n couldn’t possibly hurt him in any way, shape, or form. “Buttercup? Why don’t you get some more sleep…by the time you wake up lunch will be ready,” he said to you. "I just, just won’t eat. That’s it, I will try my damnedest to refuse food." Keigo walked out.

Walking in the kitchen he knew what he was doing was complete and utterly wrong but, he had to do it for the survival of his son. Clenching his fists he was frustrated and angry that his own child’s mom would try to kill him every chance she got. “Shit…why y/n? Why does it have to be this way?” he mumbled while opening the fridge. Grabbing the raw chicken he had purchased and some vegetables and placing them on the counter. He didn’t notice that y/n was walking softly towards the living room and heading towards the front door. He didn’t bother to lock her up because of the procedure he had done to you. It was only luck that he lifted his head up to see you turning the knob gently. He headed towards you. “What are you doing buttercup? You must’ve been confused…the bathroom is not through this door,” he said while steering you gently towards the master bedroom and to the bathroom. "No, don’t make me go back to that fucking bedroom! I don’t wanna…please Keigo let me go! Let me go! Shit…fuck…ahhhhh". Keigo led you back to the room while the baby was stirring. “See, Kaito is waking up for his afternoon feeding and you want to leave, buttercup he can’t live without you, if you don’t feed him,” he explained and finally you put two and two together. He placed you on the bed and tied you up. You had no strength in you to struggle so you laid there helpless. While Keigo quickly changed the newborn and helped him on your breasts. The baby quickly latched on to you and started to suck. Keigo was holding the baby while he was feeding and when it came time to switch sides he did. “Who can I trust to help take care of Kaito and you, cause eventually I need to go back to work,” Keigo said to you. Keigo walked back to the kitchen “The fucking lobotomy isn’t working, I have to call Dr. Nishimura once again, shit,” he said to himself but you caught that. "You?! You given me a fucking lobotomy?! Keigo I fucking hate you. Oh, how I hate you".

After Kaito finished feeding, Keigo walked back in the bedroom, took the baby, and started burping the baby while dialing the phone number that Dr. Nishimura had given him. “Hey Doc, the lobotomy didn’t take, dude…what exactly did I pay you for?” Keigo said being frustrated. “Keigo, don’t worry, I’m sending my assistant over to give her weekly injection…it’s taking but needs continued injections of heavy sedatives, do you think that just the lobotomy alone is going to do the trick?...no, she clearly needs sedatives until her lobe is healed” Dr. Nishimura stated. “Shit, how much is this going to run me Doc?” Keigo questioned. “About three-hundred a pop for six months it will be nine grand for the whole treatment,” Dr. Nishimura explained. Keigo didn’t care about the money he had to spend to have his family and for him to live comfortably. “Fine, I’ll be expecting him…oh doctor, do you know anyone who would like to get paid under the table for those six months…I need a caretaker,” Keigo inquired. “Do I look like an employment agency?” Dr. Nishimura retorted. “I’ll check around there is no shortage of females looking for money. How much are you offering?” the doctor questioned. “Two grand every other week,” Keigo stated. “Okay, let me check around,” with that the doctor hung up. He knew that he had to find someone fast

#yandere keigo x reader #yandere hawks #tw lobotomy

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