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possibilistfanfiction · 4 months

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for surgeons au.,, perhaps some hurt/comfort :,)

[hbd @gohandinhand. sorry but tbf... u asked for this lol (also so many of you asked for 'what if bea gets hurt' bc we all share one collective grey's anatomy-ass braincell // also on ao3]

‘dr. silva is still in the tumor resection?’

it’s only, like, your fifth week being a doctor, so there are so many things you don’t know all the time; you add dr. villaumbrosia asking this question to the list. still, she’s kind of the scariest person you’ve ever met in your life — unflappable and a little mean to everyone but her patients and their families, talented and whip-smart beyond belief, willing to take on the hardest cases — and so you answer anyway with a nod. you only know this because zaire promised he would come find you just after he’d finished with dr. silva — to celebrate at the bar down the street and hopefully more than that too — but you don’t add that; you don’t think dr. villaumbrosia would appreciate it all that much.

‘okay,’ she says, more shaken than you’ve ever seen her.

‘is something… did something go wrong, or?’

‘with ava’s surgery, no, i don’t think so.’

ava is new; you’re not embarrassed to admit that you and basically your whole intern class has been keeping track of who’s with whom amongst the attendings, so you know they’re all either dating or friends or some kind of family. still, dr. villaumbrosia never uses first names at work.

‘there’s a trauma being flown in,’ she continues. ‘there was an avalanche, and dr. choi was skiing in the backcountry today. i don’t — i don’t know more details.’ she worries her hands for a moment. ‘she hasn’t answered her sat phone.’

‘oh,’ is the best you’ve got, disarmed by the obvious fear that lingers around every inch of her.

‘dr. silva can’t know, if she does come in. not until after he’s finished the hardest part of the procedure and can pass it off.’

not that you were going to be the one to randomly decide to go to dr. silva’s OR and say any of this, but you nod. ‘of course.’

‘i need you to go check on tai; she’s in daycare.’

‘uh, i don’t — i’ve never —‘

dr. villaumbrosia waves you off. ‘she’s cute. looks like choi, acts like silva.’

when you don’t respond immediately, dr. villaumbrosia just glares. ‘yeah, of course,’ you hurry to say.

‘and then i need you to go to the ER for the trauma. dr. masters already knows you’re coming; you’re going to see what’s going on and tell me and no one else. got it?’

‘yes, dr. villaumbrosia. will do.’

‘great.’

to be honest, you have no idea where the daycare even is, and this certainly isn’t what you went to a bazillion years of school for, but whatever. maybe this will get you on dr. villaumbrosia’s good side.

‘and dr. al-najjar?’

you nod.

‘i know this seems ridiculous. but dr. choi is — she’s my favorite person. it’s important.’

you understand in your own way: you facetime your little brother every day, no matter how tired you are, no matter how late or early it is for you. ‘i’ll tell you everything as soon as i can.’

‘good.’

tai is, apparently, a fourteen month old, very cute toddler, who really does look like dr. choi. when you explain, very briefly, to one of the daycare teacher that dr. villaumbrosia sent you to see how she’s doing, make sure she’s okay, she nods and shows you over to an area of the room with soft mats and some wooden blocks. tai smiles at you, all baby teeth and big cheeks, and says mostly nonsense but a few words — blocks, doctor, mama — and then promptly knocks over her block tower with definite glee.

you snap a nice, cute picture of tai smiling in her little giraffe hoodie and send it off to dr. villaumbrosia. you’ve never been a baby guy, and you’re certain she isn’t either, because there’s no way you could ever possibly choose her specialty if you were, but she loves the photo anyway — the first and only time she’ll ever respond to a text from you like that, you’re absolutely certain — and it makes you smile, just for a moment. when you wave goodbye to tai she laughs, and you hope, very concretely, that she goes home with both of her parents tonight, or soon, at least, that her family stays as full and happy and warm as it had been this morning.

you feel genuinely nervous and way too invested: you’ve met dr. choi in passing a handful of times, and she’d assisted on one of dr. villaumbrosia’s surgeries once that you’d gotten to hold a retractor for, but according to emma — the best gossip and also dr. choi’s favorite intern, allegedly — says that dr. choi is kind and quiet and a wonderful teacher, patient and skilled and efficient. you’d been looking forward to being on her service soon, honestly, and, even in the past few weeks, you’re starting to understand that the people here, that you spend so much time with, are starting to feel like family.

dr. masters nods at you, her braids already tucked away beneath a cap, trauma gown on. you’re on peds, so you don’t know if you’re really here to help with anything — dr. villaumbrosia wasn’t called down for any consults, still set for the routine bowel repair she’d been scheduled for this afternoon, so you’re fairly certain there weren’t any children coming in — but she gestures toward the gown and gloves anyway.

‘just in case we need more hands on deck,’ she says as way of explanation. ‘there’s four people, and we don’t really know the extent of their injuries.’

you nod — what else is there to say — and things are very, very still until dr. masters gets a page and then everything is moving — loudly, organized, seamless — and you’re in awe, for a moment, of dr. masters’ ER. you love trauma surgery and she’s, like, kind of the biggest badass in the country, and it’s pretty fucking cool to watch her very quickly get everyone exactly where they need to be in the amount of time it takes for her to walk to the elevator that leads up to the helipad.

the wind whips from the blades when the doors open, rainy and miserable, and your heart is caught in your throat when the door opens. you see dr. masters’ hands shake, although you’d never, ever mention it, locked behind her back in tight fists, until dr. choi’s face — a bruise along her jaw, a scrape that runs underneath her eye, all the way into her hair, the tip of her nose and the tips of her ears a painful red, probably from frostbite — comes into view.

dr. choi, strapped into a stretcher, covered in a blanket and hooked up to an IV, immediately starts talking, before the stretcher is even fully out of the helicopter. ‘the three coming out,’ she starts, ‘i dug them out as much as i could. i did an emergency thoracostomy on david, you need to push a ton of antibiotics. anna needs to go to the OR immediately for her pelvis, make sure cam —‘

‘—beatrice,’ dr. masters says, rushing to her side and, if you were to bet, wanting to sink to her knees in relief. ‘oh my god.’

‘i’m fine,’ dr. choi says, annoyed at being made to stay on the stretcher. ‘i properly deployed my avalanche airbag. but mary, listen —‘

dr. masters holds dr. choi’s face in her hands and then kisses the top of dr. choi’s head. it’s tender, and you wonder how long they’ve known each other to afford that level of intimacy, that level of care. ‘i got them, bea. i promise. we gotta take care of you too or ava will kill me.’

dr. choi relaxes, just minutely, but you can tell — maybe because you would trust dr. masters with your life or anyone else’s, maybe at the mention of dr. silva, maybe some combination of both — and she nods.

dr. masters rolls her eyes and kisses the top of dr. choi’s head once more. ‘stupid hero. let me go make all your hard work worthwhile.’

dr. choi smiles, definitely reassured now. ‘you better.’

you’re not surprised, exactly, that chief superion is waiting to take over dr. choi’s care, but you are a little surprised when dr. superion squeezes her shoulder gently and smiles, a little sad.

‘ava is still in surgery, so let’s get the worst of it taken care of before she’s done, yes?’

dr. choi nods, growing more exhausted by the minute. which is fair, you think, as she tells dr. superion — and you, because you’re stuck in this room until you have a real report for dr. villaumbrosia beyond the text you’d sent that just said Dr. Choi is talking and moving, no head or neck injuries — about how the avalanche airbag had worked, even if it was frightening; about how her transceiver, according to SAR, had helped them get there faster than they would have otherwise.

‘ava always teased me about how expensive the gear was, but look who’s laughing now.’

‘well, to be fair,’ dr. superion says, looking at dr. choi’s x-rays, ‘i don’t think either of you are laughing.’

‘oh, yikes,’ dr. choi says, looking at the films too. she’s on a fair amount of pain medicine at this point, but she’s right: there’s a few nasty fractures along the bones in her left wrist. but, other than those and a few cracked ribs and some mild frostbite on her nose, ears, and the tips of her fingers, it seems like it’s just cuts and bruises: nothing she won’t heal from, and far better off than the others who came in with her.

‘i, uh — sorry,’ you say, feeling like you’re interrupting, but they both just shake their heads, waving off your apology. ‘dr. villaumbrosia sent me to see if you’re okay, and i’m supposed to go talk to her once i know. which, i guess i know now.’ not your best work, and in front of the chief, but oh well.

dr. choi smiles fondly. ‘thank you for telling me. i’ll never let lilith forget it.’

dr. superion doesn’t smile, but it seems like she wants to. ‘go ahead, dr. al-najjar. you can tell her that we’re admitting dr. choi to ortho; dr. alvarez will operate tomorrow, once the swelling has gone down.’

‘and tell lilith i love her too.’

‘i — uh—‘

dr. superion laughs. ‘go, dr. al-najjar.’

you’ve just finished your report to dr. villaumbrosia — in the middle of a surgery, but it’s clear her shoulders relax immediately, continuing to operate smoothly — when dr. silva flings open the door of the OR.

‘hello ava,’ dr. villaumbrosia says, not even looking up from the stitch she’s putting in. ‘she’s okay.’

dr. silva, breathing so hard her mask is getting sucked into her mouth and nose, doubles over, her hands on her knees. ‘i gotta do more cardio, oh my god,’ he mumbles, then takes a deep breath and stands. ‘you’re sure?’

‘yes,’ dr. villaumbrosia, ‘i had dr. al-najjar make sure personally. he also checked on tai; she’s doing great.’

‘very cute,’ you say and then debate just quitting residency here altogether, but dr. silva smiles at you.

‘thanks man,’ she says. ‘sorry you missed this surgery.’

‘the bowel was perforated,’ dr. villaumbrosia says. ‘it was quite disgusting, to be honest.’

‘well then,’ dr. silva says, ‘hey, you’re welcome! you got to see my adorable kid and my sexy wife. who, as lovely as your company always is, lil, i’m gonna go see now.’

‘she deployed that avalanche airbag, dug three other people out, and did a field chest tube by the time SAR got there.’

‘hot.’

‘insane, actually,’ dr. villaumbrosia says. ‘but give her my love.’

two days later you’re back on shift — after drinks and truly, genuinely great sex with zaire that still ended up happening despite everything, god bless — and you swing by ortho before you go up to peds. you’re not friends with dr. choi or dr. silva, but you do want to see how things are going anyway. your mom always says it’s better to be kinder than necessary, and you’re starting to believe it.

they’re an adorable family, you think, tai showing dr. choi her lion stuffy and babbling excitedly, sitting on the hospital bed between her legs, turning every now and then toward dr. silva in a chair by her bedside. dr. choi, her arm in a brace and a sling, looks pretty good overall: her eyes seem clear, the bruises along her jaw are already starting to turn green and yellow, a great sign of healing, and the redness on her nose and ears has lessened considerably.

also, she’s sitting up and talking animatedly, clearly happy with her daughter and her wife there. from her chart — you looked it up in the system before you came, whatever — you’re pretty sure she’s going to get to go home today, which you suspect is what the small duffle bag by dr. silva’s feet is for.

‘all i’m saying,’ you hear from dr. silva, ’is that your nose could’ve fallen off.’

‘ava,’ dr. choi says, exasperated and laughing.

dr. silva sits back and pouts, exaggerating with crossed arms.

‘i will be more careful,’ dr. choi concedes, but it doesn’t feel much like a concession the way she smiles at tai and then runs a gentle hand over her wispy hair. emma — who is an incredible gossip but you’re starting to think she also just has a giant crush — had told you and zaire that dr. choi is, like, an experienced outdoors person with certifications in all kinds of different safety courses and activities; you know she and dr. villaumbrosia have done stints with MSF together too.

‘good,’ dr. silva says. ‘because lord knows i cannot raise tai by myself.’

dr. choi frowns, then offers her good hand to dr. silva, who scoots closer and takes it with a kiss to her scraped knuckles.

‘plus, while i would deal, obviously, you’d probably be less hot if your nose fell off.’

‘“probably”?’

dr. silva shrugs. ‘i love you.’

‘i love you too.’

‘would you still love me if my nose fell off?’

‘ava.’

‘good morning, dr. al-najjar,’ dr. choi says when you knock lightly on the open door of her office. it’s impeccably neat, a few pictures of dr. silva and tai on her desk. she’s wearing the brace on her wrist still but no sling; her bruises and frostbite have faded. in her scrubs and white coat and clogs, a fresh buzzcut and a cup of coffee in her good hand, she looks exactly the surgeon you’ve looked forward to working with.

‘good morning, dr. choi. welcome back.’

she smiles and closes her office door, starts leading you down the hall. ‘thank you. and, apologizes in advance that you won’t have any surgeries with me for the next two weeks until i’m officially cleared.’ she rolls her eyes.

‘that’s okay,’ you say. ‘more sleep, honestly.’

‘true. and,’ she says, opening a door to the most incredible, brand new lab you’ve ever seen, ‘i can promise that the research we’ll get to work on will be worth it.’

‘i always thought i would go into trauma,’ you tell her, ‘but i think i just fell in love.’

she grins. ‘the heart wants what it wants.’

you pause a moment but then you can’t help yourself: you laugh.

‘in that case,’ she says, ‘let me show you around, and let’s get to work.’

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #surgeons au #this is not nearly as angsty as it could've been! ur welcome!#butch bea 🥺🫡#am i making up interns as i go?? why not i love to spiral! lmfao #also the real hardest part of this was spelling lilith's fucking long ass last name jesus christ

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clownery-and-fuckery · 4 months

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Guess what!!!!!! I'm sick!!!!!!!!!!! So I'm giving you guys sick headcannons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Crosshair is a whiny cunt. I'm sorry but he is, he never stops complaining and he makes it everyone's problem

- Wrecker is also whiny, but its okay because he hardly gets sick so when he goes down he GOES DOWN.

- ^^ and he's like a superspreader so he gives it to everyone

- Hunter avoids it 70% of the time but when he does get sick he gets ear infections, it's really sad and he has a really bad sick voice

- Echo doesn't get sick. Ever. No one had ever seen him sick before ever- not even when he was with the domino's. Dude is just immune????

- Tech gets sick. He says he doesn't and then he does and then he CRASHES.

- ^^ he sleeps a lot when he's sick

- Echo tried to quarantine them when they were sick on a long mission, and instead of it actually working, the rest of them dropped like flies and Echo had to get them to a medi centre.

- ^^ crosshair gave it to them btw

- omega doesn't get sick either, mostly because she, like echo, is somehow immune??? Sometimes she does though, at the beginning of the series

- then she ate dirt and everything was fine

- wrecker tried eating dirt with Omega, didn't work out too well for him

- Hunter has a dad sneeze

- Tech can't regulate his temperature on a good day, so he's very prone to things like hypothermia/fevers because he simply doesn't realise he's cold/hot

- Cuddle piles happen the most when they're all sick

- Wrecker always demands it saying he "won't get them sick!!!!" But then he does :( and he feels bad

- one time Hunter contracted this HORRIBLE chicken-pox like virus and gave it to EVERYONE- even Echo got it.

- ^^ somehow, Tech didn't???? Idk he's a carrier ig

- Omega drinks contaminated water like its nothing

- echo is the batch nurse most of the time

- ^^ hes really bad at it btw

- one time when Tech was sick Phee was around and he was like

"noo stop you're so gross stop kissing me I'm gonna get you sICK >:(("

- and Phee was like

"nu uh c'mere pretty boy let me kiss your sick away ;))"

- Phee got sick. They shared a bed for a few days ;0

- Hunter didn't approve

- Hunter gets strangely aggressive when he's sick. It's strange because he tends to latch onto one person and hate everyone else

- ^^ most of the time after Crosshair got back, it was him- but for a while it was Wrecker, it rotates

- Crosshair bites when he's sick

- Tech picked up the habit of copying Crosshair when he was sick, only when Tech does get sick, he's too sleepy to actually bite so he bumps his head against whoever's holding him, its the same thing

- wrecker always strips down when he's sick. Echo wasn't expecting it, and he screamed the first time he saw it

- wrecker runs EXTREMELY hot when he's sick, it leads to a lot of bad times but good for Crosshair and Hunter, who are cold as ice when they're ill, so they all snuggle up

- ^^ Tech just flops on top of them, it doesn't matter where he lands

- Phee thinks its VERY CUTE when Tech is poorly mostly because he's like ">:( no way not sick nu uh" but she's lovingly taking over Echo's job at nurse

- ^^ she's not much better at it

- Hunter carries Tech and Cross over his shoulders when they're sick- this is because they both have a collective braincell that tells them it's time to MOVE and be ACTIVE when their bones are like "noo :( eepie"

- Wrecker slurs his words when he's sick :[ he's also very mushy and is an extra worrier when his brothers are sick :((

- kinda a sad one, but Crosshair tends to not eat when he's sick because he's scared of throwing up. He's also scared of watching others throw up. And it's all Wrecker does when he's sick

- it's the worst because sometimes when Tech gets sick, Hunter and Echo have to make him throw up to get whatever it is he caught out of him

- ^^ tech eats things btw. Things he shouldn't eat. He likes to lick the science.

Anyways I love them.

#ill add more later #probably #i HATE being sick #sw the bad batch #tbb tech #phee genoa #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #had to add some techphee #theyre my beloveds #you understand #tbb omega

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kalims · 2 years

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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "if we ever break up I'd go back to my ex because I love them too much—you're my ex stupid."

premise. let's all pretend that in a state of emergency at the word of "breaking up" some are gonna lose all logic and not register the ex part. (I also was rather busy as of late so hence why this took so long to publish :D)

"if I broke up with you, I'd go back to my ex."

characters. malleus, trey, ace, deuce, leona, lilia, and vil.

cw. established relationship, fluff, crack, nothing too triggering so this is safe to proceed with.

🏷 : for @vyndiesel

malleus draconia

"I do not understand. are you implying you will?"

malleus doesn't have a single idea on why exactly you're telling him of your.. possibly future plans. for your information, he did not consent to knowing how your life will go if you guys do end up breaking up. which is honestly something he'd do over his dead body.

he'll automatically think there's something wrong going on cause why else would you make such an idea? did he do something that displeased you? if so, can you pretty please tell him so he can apologize and fix his non-existent mistake?

says something like 'then I apologize if I did something wrong. please don't leave.' and it's kinda sad cause this joke completely flew over his head and if you mentioned something about it he'll look up respond with. "but there is nothing flying over my head?"

his clueless self is enough for you to immediately deny his assumption.

oh. so he will be the 'ex'? honestly he only knew whatever that meant through lilia and his people would normally call them past lovers.. oh well, now he thinks that this is a sign that you would never leave him so = happy dragon.

trey clover

"well, will you?"

unlike malleus, trey has the brains and experience to come to the conclusion that you're playing a joke on him. he's that perspective to be able to discern what is true, and what is false. not the justice kind of course but like an eye for truth or sorts.

or maybe it's just that you share the braincells with the adeuce first years and he just so happens to be the one who's 'supervising' them when you're not around. he knows their tricks, and to be frank it's like you three + grim all collectively share the braincell.

plus.. who's to say that he hasn't been one of the people at the end of pranks. for a strict dorm, heartslabyul holds a few students who are too mischievous for their own good. yeah, he's looking at cater.

anyhow he's still a little suprised by your bold statement but who wouldn't honestly? just straight up admitting to your spouse, implying a break up is shocking itself. you aren't trying to actually break up with him, are you?

silence blends with his mind and it eventually fixes his logic. won't really tell you that he knows now and waits for you to tell him yourself. partially cause he wants to mess with you & see your reaction. a payback of sorts? goodluck putting him with him though :)

ace trapolla

"is this foreshadowing or something?"

truthfully ace's humor which is admittedly dark at times usually is the one to remove him from sticky situations, lessening the times where there's an atmosphere he doesn't want to deal with at all.

he's dumb (you are too <3) to put it simply, out of all of them he & deuce would be at the bottom to figure out the joke and won't get it at all cause he's too occupied about the breaking up part practically flying above his head and making fun of him.

literally will keep on pestering you throughout the day, I say that cause I think he's in your classes? unless I read the dialog wrong in the story. if you're chilling in your assigned seat he kicked the person who's supposed to be beside you to ask you more about "whatever that was about."

he's paranoid. and his mind will not be at rest until you fully explain whatever you meant by that! so you'd run out of patience with this mf and go: "ace. if we broke up who do you think is gonna be my ex?"

actually pauses to think about it. "oh. me?" "yeah." "...i knew that."

deuce spade

"did I do something wrong??"

thinking that he fucked up in the most unknowing way ever possible 🤝 deuce spade. it's like ace but he only yearns to ask you about it cause he thinks it will only make things worse by pestering you more about it.

goes to ace and the boy is like 'wtf are you talking about bro' cause it's literally 3 AM in the morning and your statement kept him up all night, ace just happened to be breaking the rules by staying up all night. so while chilling in bed ace just gets urgent spams from deuce.

since it's from text which means it's more clearer to register instead of text, and ace isn't the one in the relationship with you: naturally he gets it pretty quick but still messes with deuce by agreeing with him. "yea dude they're totally gonna break up w/ you, u fucked up horrendously"

HE DIDNT SLEEP THAT NIGHT??

so you feel bad cause you can see the darker patch of skin under his eyes and he's visibly trying not to look miserable. "so you're not mad?" "of course not." GIVE HIM HUGS OR ELSE.

leona kingscholar

"shut up you're disturbing my nap with your disturbing thoughts."

or, a translation for you : what the hell are you talking about, I am actually disturbed and perplexed by your words so I'm gonna pretend I don't care and that it totally isn't messing with my head.

you know what's the leona way to solving problems or things he doesn't wanna even think about? ding ding. if you thought it was sleep then you're completely right, just sleep it away for temporary relive!

until his dream had you both breaking up. he stayed up and reflected on his own life while grumbling.

well. you won't even dare to break up with him when you finally see how mighty he is won't you? he'll just have to show you how much you are cherished in his arms, and what you'll miss on if you break up.

"did you know you'd be the ex?" "..." silence and a little embarrassment. all this effort for what, a joke? he hates you. /j atleast the totally non-existent worries will fade away.

lilia vanrouge

"how mean.. going back to them just like that and leaving me in the dark.."

catches on the fastest. he applauds you in his mind on the attempt to catch him red handed though. it's a very smart idea!

so he just resorts to making you feel sorta bad cause he's quite entertained at the moment and you're the one that started this game anyways. wouldn't it be boring if he just catches your words and does nothing at all?

oh no. two can play at that game dear prefect. meanwhile you're confused at why lilia is suddenly more clingy than before. it seems like he's really intent on proving that there's nothing here to leave. nothing worth to anyways.

or an alternative : lilia gives you the cold shoulder for a 'prank' as well. it's only fitting for him to return your oh so cruel one atleast two times worse. after all, that's how things work in twisted wonderland.

will be very pleased when you finally start apologizing to him for the joke and just happily showers you in love as if nothing ever happened.

🚩

vil schoenheit

"you'd really leave someone like me? hmph. how crude. leaving your queen all alone."

he's offended really, are you seriously gonna leave him out of all people? the most beautiful man you'd ever lay your eyes on? and for what? don't you see what kind of jewel he had so graciously let you keep and admire everyday? for free?

vil starts looking a lot better than he used to, and his "used to" was always crazily beautiful in the first place and now he looks like a perfect sculpture god himself carved. like his skin is literally glimmering and smooth.. his hair looks much healthier.

it seems like he's put more serious effort into keeping himself healthy and beautiful. hell he was doing great academically but now he's better. geez, if you'd known your words would be able to pull this kinda power you would've not spoken in the first place.

^ cause it's worrying how much he might've exerted his energy.

"but vil you'd be the ex if I broke up with you." "that's even worse. don't you dare break up with me."

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monnn · 11 months

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𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

Pairing: non-idol!Joshua x gn!reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! comfort, fluff, wholesome @_@'

Warnings: none, this is very SAPPY.

WC: 800+

A/N: hi I'm alive, oop. this is originally an epilogue to Winter Petal but can be read as a standalone! I'd be lying if this wasn't highly self-indulgent, but hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did! Hope you have a good week and have fun reading loves! ♡

Joshua had been living with you for a few years now. He had seen you at your worst, holding you with no plans of letting you go, but also patiently waited until you were okay to ask for a date. Although you were stunned at his bold approach, a date was all it took for you to see through him. He was in love, with you. And who were you to deny him of receiving love he deserves?

So here you were, in a relationship with Shua, living life at a day’s pace. Waking up to him and sleeping with him had been the best times of your days, as you get to be so close and accessible to his heart. It was one of your unspoken routines to brief about the day, after and before going to bed. And just like any other day, you were getting ready for bed while Shua wrapped up things in the kitchen. Like there was a braincell being shared, both of you enter the room, smiling at each other while getting under the comforters. While he already got tucked in with a book, you were making sure to moisturise your skin and letting it dry before tucking yourself in. Unknown to you, Shua had been observing your actions – from how you got the cream, to the way you gently massaged them into your arms while making sure to leave no spots and flapping your arms for the lotion to dry away faster and to the saturated smile on your face while doing all of these. Shua finds his mind reeling and he’s suddenly so extremely proud of how far you’ve come.

Having your heart broken by your best friend, things had been quite hard but you had taken your time to heal and Joshua had been nothing than patient with you. However, you were made sure to acknowledge your efforts which was his task daily as you tend to shrug your hard work away as nothing. Joshua’s seen all of it, almost. His heart swells at the sight of you and by the time you turn around, tears pool in his eyes, making him look away. Concern takes over you as you barely see Shua cry, because he always talks if anything’s bothering him. You move further towards him, taking his hands as he looks up to you, tears still streaming down his pretty face.

“Hey, I'm here. Whatever it is, you'll be okay. Everything will be okay, I’ve got you”

Hearing this makes Shua cry harder, now a sobbing mess in your arms as he presses himself further into your shoulder. Soft I love you’s escape from him, in between his sobs while you hold him dearly. Just like he's held you, so many times that you can't count of. You're so patient and gentle with him, all Shua wants to do is lose identity and leave to somewhere where he can be by your side all the damn time, for the rest of his life.

A while passes by as Joshua collects himself, breaking away from your hold while reaching for the glass of water by his side. You see him chug it down, while worrying if something’s up. He turns to you, hands moving to hold your face while he slowly brings his forehead to yours.

“I’m not sorry that I cried so much and wet your pajamas, but I love you. And I will make sure you know that, each minute of my life.“ he pauses, trying to collect his breath while you think of speaking.

“Shua, I love you too. I'm always by you no matter-“he cuts you off, placing a little kiss on your mouth.

“No, I'm not done yet.”

Oh no, Mr. Sappy, Too-in-love Gentleman is here.

Leaning forward, he takes a deep breath before getting started again.

“You are so much. Good, bad or whatever, you are so much and I love you for that. You care so much about people around that you forget to care for yourself. But that's okay, because I will do that for you till my last breath.”

Uh oh, the dams break loose again. Wiping his tears in one, he continues as he holds your face in the other.

“I'm so proud of how far you've come. You're so much stronger than you think of and I love you so much that it makes me bawl my heart out. You deserve so much more and while I make sure of you receiving that, I will also love you to my fullest, babe. I love you” *hiccup* “so much.” he ends, crying through his hiccups.

You heart is warm and humid at how much love you have for him, it’s disgusting!!!(actually, adorable) At a loss for anything to be told, you just hug Shua tighter than ever, leaving feather kisses on his knuckles and shoulders while waiting for him to calm down.

In no time, he’s well hydrated and fast asleep, tired from all the crying as you tuck him in, slowly sliding in while he catches your wrist. You can hear a faint I love you from him, as you lie down facing him. He’s so pretty and your heart burns in love for him.

“I love you too, Shua. Always.” you whisper, drifting off to start yet another loving day with your best person.

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minerviewrites · 2 years

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CSM characters with bimbo reader

Same tbh 😪 we're going to ignore my month long lack of motivation 🥲

Chainsaw Man with a Bimbo s/o

Sfw but slightly suggestive

Warnings: touching, boobs, afab reader heavily suggested, inappropriate looking, jealousy

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Denji- All over you all the time. You two basically have the same personality but in different bodies, so he feels very comfortable with you; not to mention that you might let him get a little boob touch? Denji has been signed up and waiting his entire life for this moment. Obviously, he won't touch you without your verbal consent, but, if you tell him it's okay for him to touch your chesticles? He's in heaven, nirvana even

Power- She can get a little... jealous? Power knows that bigger chests usually mean that more people are going to be staring in public; and with Denji there's basically always a guarantee that one set of eyes other than her are going to be on you. If you give Power reassurance that she's the only one for you, she'll back off a bit with the protective behavior. Might add those foam pads to her own chest ever now n then so you two can be bimbos together, because everyone knows you probably share a single braincell <3

Aki- Probably the least caring about sexual things such as chest size. Sure, he notices it, but he's much more worried that you are extremely trusting of everyone. Aki loves you with all his heart, but please stop giving him heart attacks when you don't notice you've walked onto the street because you're on your phone </3 He understands boundaries though so if you get annoyed with him for scolding you (in a loving way ofc), he'll sulk quietly

Makima- Power couple? Absolutely. Makima is constantly with you; doesn't let you out of her sight for a SECOND because she knows that head is empty. She doesn't seem like it, but Makima is very touchy when she wants to be. At home with just the two of you and her countless dogs, she'll lay her head on your big chest and might even fall asleep if she's feeling nice. Buys you everything you could possibly want or need just because she can

Kobeni- Another one collective braincell... especially in stressful situations. In all seriousness though, you're Kobeni's safe place. Whenever her family gets overwhelming or her job makes her tremendously upset, she knows that you'll always be waiting for her with open arms. Unloads about her day even though she knows you might not understand or even be listening; talking to you just makes Kobeni feel okay for some reason

Angel- Does NOT understand how a human could be so clueless? Like girlie how are you not aware that those are, in fact, his real wings and WHY are you crying that you can't get a pair from the store??? Completely and utterly confused as to how your relationship began, but he doesn't complain when you wear something slightly revealing. Angel might not be able to touch you, but he can certainly look (he does, TRUST)

Quanxi- You're constantly under surveillance by not only her, but her girlfriends as well because last time they left you alone, there was a $2,000 bank charge... Who knew that you didn't actually win a free iPhone? And if it was free, why did you put in their card info? Endless questions, and so little answers... Anyways, she is very grabby 100% and loves to grab your butt and see your reactions. You get blushy? Quanxi just smirks and walks off like she didn't do anything

Kishibe- The most grabby by FAR. You thought Denji was bad? He lacks confidence and skill, which Kishibe DEFINITELY has. Random ass smacks or pinches are a normal occurrence whenever you walk around the apartment/house, ESPECIALLY if you're wearing shorts. How could he resist? Does that up n down look thing when you try on a new outfit and will grunt in approval; Kishibe will get jealous if they're too revealing to the public eye and will convince you to only wear them for him-

#chainsaw man #csm #csm x reader #kishibe x reader #denji x reader #angel x reader #aki x reader #kobeni x reader #makima x reader #power x reader #quanxi x reader

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sun-stricken · 3 months

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Avatar knew nothing about devil slayers so Gray decides to do more research on his own (his previous research was stopped because of the mission)(AU Julia didn’t follow him and make them share a house). When ft gets back together he decides to ask Levy if the council had any information, but gets nothing. He asks Freed and even goes to saber to ask Rufus. Nothing.

On one of their missions together, Rogue asks how Gray is doing, because Rufus had mentioned he had visited. This prompts Gardel to remember Levy asking him if he remembers the council having any information about devil slayers. Laxus remembers a comment from Freed about his frustration towards lack of information about rarer types of magic. Together (mainly Wendy and Rogue) they put together that maybe Gray isn’t as sure about his magic as he seems.

No one’s heard of it + received from his reanimated father + had for only a year + not his original magic + played it up in a dark guild + absorbed a curse = lost and confused fledgling devil slayer. But just to be sure, they have a period of ‘Gray watch’ to try and confirm their suspicions. Gray watch= subtle (or unsubtle depending on the slayer) watching and questions. Gray’s probably confused, but it’s fairy tail so he’s not too concerned (plus the dragons have done weird things before).

Bonus: Gray being jealous of the slayers all having each other and hanging out, but with their weird behaviour starts to believe he’s dodged a bullet.

Thoughts? Would love to hear your ideas

firstly, anon, thank you for giving me an excuse to talk abt Gray + Dragon slayers again, second, im gonna take this and run

i love the idea of the dragons being protective/taking Gray under their wing so to speak, and i love the idea of them scrambling to try and help him in some way even more

Rogue, even though he technically set off everything, actually didnt know much other than what he observed himself, when Rufus told him Gray stopped by but didnt stay to chat with him or Sting (or Frosch!) he tried to ‘subtly’ interrogate Rufus

Rufus figured out what he was doing and shut him down, saying to ask Gray himself and that it wasnt his business to tell

Although, Rogue also saw Rufus carrying a book on different slayer magic types so he hazarded a couple guesses

When he does set it all off its like their collective braincell goes into overdrive

they dont all figure it put right away, its post mission that they discuss what they know

‘Gray Watch’ as you so beautifully put it, is their clumsy attempt at sussing out info and to help him

Gray noticed something was up fairly quick because, while they were trying, subtly isnt exactly their forte

he first noticed because Natsu was actively trying to get closer and the conversations he started didnt end up in fights

At first when all the questions started he just thought they were curious because he was another slayer, and when most of their questions ended in his lack of answers he thoight they would just stop and go back to normal but they didnt

They just kept coming, if they were asking questions they were giving advice, or even complimenting his new magic and how fast he figured it out

While the Dragons think hes totally lost and confused, he isnt really, Grays used to having to adapt quickly and at least it was ice devil slayer magic, he gets the big picture and the dynamics of it but he just doesnt know what the hell it is? and why isnt there any information on it?

Gray ends up convinced theyre all infected with some sort of virus, a virus that apparently makes them really social, with.. just him? (hes still working on the theory)

Their advice is kinda a hit or miss, they only know the stuff they found out pertaining to Dragon Slayers, and they assume what works for them will work for him too, sometimes it does but a lot of the time it doesnt

Dragon and Devil slayer magic, while under the same subtype of magic, are very different, but they dont have the resources to know that outright

other tidbits my brain came up with

Dragon slayers specifically have a naturally high metabolism and appetite

they assume thats its the same for Gray, Natsu told Mira to start adding extras to his plate when he eats at the guild, and also started offering the snacks he eats during the day

Gajeel would try to inconspicuously ask Levy abt dif slayer type and she happily did even though she knew exactly what was doing

Sting started to pester Rufus for any info on Devil Slayers constantly, while Rogue actually looked himself, they actually went to magic experts and various libraries around town and on jobs when they took them out of town

got a whole lot of nothing

When someone or Gray said anything about Devil Slayers you could literally hear their brains working in overtime while they listened

they probably took notes or something

Wendy would often ask Gray how he was doing with his new physical and mental changes and give tips on what she does when she got overwhelmed with all the sudden alterations to her person, which really confused him bc he hadnt noticed much actually changing about himself

Anything Laxus figured out himself he would relay to Freed to tell Gray, hes gotta keep up his persona hes got goin on yk?

Slayers in general have heightened senses AND emotions

Dragon Slayers, and slayers in general but its most extreme/prominent in the Dragons, have highly protective tendencies.

Devil Slayers have slight possessive traits and jealousy issues, again, slayers in general have this but its more prominent in Devil Slayers,

that being said, Gray being a slayer now means he wanted to spend more time with the others so he didnt try to stop the uptake in attention they were giving him. But since they had the plan to help him they were also spending a lot of time together, which in turn made him feel jealous and upset as if they were ignoring him

But as time went on and the dragons were getting more desperate for info Gray started believing that they were all crazy or sick

actual pictures of the Dragons trying to solve Gray

sorry its short! i didnt want to keep you waiting any longer🙏

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mintnanilla-extract · 9 months

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It is nearly three in the morning and I have thoughts I need to get out concerning the new WWDITS episode because my brain won’t let me rest till I acknowledge them

First of all, Colin masterfully booby-trapping the house is exactly what I expect from him

Him (accidentally) getting caught in them is also exactly what I expect from him

Nandor throwing the knife to get Colin down was oddly hot

God I love the vampires collectively losing their fucking minds about trivial things when Guillermo is gone

I also love that The Guide was part of that this time

Laszlo and Nandor both going straight to the same stupid fucking idea proves that that that house only contains one shared braincell that The Guide usually is in possession of

The Guide and Nadja should have just ran off together and left the men to their stupidity

I love Memo but he really is selfish when he comes to his family, isn’t he. Rather than enjoying what time he has left to be with his family he completely forgets that it’s his mother’s birthday (even though it may be the last one he’s around to witness) and then proceeds to not even pretend that he didn’t forget it. It just showcases how little he thinks of anything but becoming a vampire

And then, on top of forgetting his mom’s birthday, he only focuses on the vampires

Side note but now I want some of the tamales that my Tia-who-isn’t-really-my-Tia-but-is-because-she-took-care-of-my-mom-and-her-siblings-when-they-were-kids makes

Minor Nandermo angst my beloved (any angst that isn’t the last few minutes of gos2 feels refreshing)

DOLLY’S HAIR WAS DYED TOO LIKE NADJA HOW DID YOU HAVE THE TIME

I need to see the contents of the go-bags

Colin doing the weather gave me LIFE

Are they not going to bother hypnotizing everyone after the Guide killed that lady or…

Colin seriously went all in with those booby traps like goddamn the man was dedicated

Overall, I loved the episode and will probably rewatch it tomorrow

#I don’t know if any of this makes sense I’m exhausted and just needed to ramble #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits spoilers

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whitecreekvalley-if · 3 months

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Do we get to pick the color of our horse?

Naw, sorry! They're all predetermined and set, like any regular NPCs :) But there's a few to choose from!

I was gonna post this just as that but instead imma share some of the available horses here too.

On to the sneak peek list! (Don't ask me if I have made up registered names for them because I admit to nothing)

Sesame, a buckskin quarter horse mare. She's docile, she's nice, she can be bribed with snacks and pets. Calm in every situation, might only have one braincell bouncing around. Cons? She's stubborn and a bit lazy. You won't be racing to the finish line, but she'll get you where you need to go. Eventually.

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Armani, a dapple gray quarter horse gelding. You wanna go fast? Armani can go fast. He can go very fast. Riding this horse from place A to B feels like fast traveling, and he could go for miles if there was no one to stop him. Downsides, actually stopping. He doesn't want to slow down and throws tantrums, thus showing what a good bucking bronc he could've been.

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Blue, a black overo paint horse gelding. Fearless, confident, and distrusting of strangers, a guard dog in a horse body and could probably fight off a tank. It takes time for this big guy to warm up to people, and he might even be plotting to sacrifice you to the horse gods, but once he sees you as a friend he'll literally break through fences to protect you. Whether you need it or not.

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Dulce, a bay clydesdale mare. She's tall and imposing, a mountain of a horse. Luckily for everyone involved, she's very much a cuddle bug and wouldn't hurt a fly. She might be a bit skittish and afraid of things like leaves and a soft breeze, but she'll show you affection like no other. Just tie her up properly when running errands or she'll wander off to ask for cuddles from strangers.

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There's also the horses of the ROs that you'll get to meet!

Alice's gelding is a cremello Lusitano named Romeo, and he's spoiled, extra, and dramatic, he's practically perfected the hair flip. Will bite as a warning and pretend it wasn't him. ( Ref ).

Like Memphis, Mace's blue roan quarter horse stallion, exceptionally trained bucking boy who behaves immaculately most of the time, sometimes he's just a big puppy. ( Ref )

Judge owns a black Percheron mare who is pretty much just like him; calm, collected, and doesn't flinch for anything. He calls her Delta, but some townsfolk like calling her Jury. ( Ref ).

Sadie doesn't have a horse but she does share a house with a calico cat named Gordo, a big chonky boy who likes to scream, and a much more agile supermodel Siamese named Tiburon (Or Tibs for short). ( Ref Gordo ) ( Ref Tibs ).

#wcv answered #there might be more eventually hehe #sorry this took so long i wanted to be thorouGH

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leansuccubus · 1 month

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death of our sanity and singular collective braincell; heartsteel fanfic- pt1 - i know your secrets

warnings ⚠️ contains swearing, flirting like how you flirt w your friends, it’s more of a platonic thing really. Friendly bullying, just homies being homies

You created a groupchat

You named the groupchat “🤡🤡🤡”

You: guys.

Settrigh🗿: HEY WHAT’S UP?

You: HI SETT

Settrigh🗿: HI

Settrigh🗿: SO WHAT’S WITH THE CLOWN EMOJIS?

You: that, you’ll find out soon

You: i made a gc because we’re all homies here, and we needed a gc 🥰🥰🥰

You: i also have some interesting…news to share

Settrigh🗿: uh oh you’re scaring me

You: don’t worry sett, it’ll be okay 😁😁😁

Settrigh🗿: ALRIGHT… although something is telling me i probably shouldn’t trust you

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: spill

Croissante🥐: Hello. I’m here. I’m concerned but slightly intrigued 👀👀👀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: the FUCK did they go, they can’t just come in here, say they have to say something AND THEN LEAVE???

G R E E N 🌿: i’m kinda scared too 😳😳😳

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: you’re always pscared what’s new 🗿

G R E E N🌿: THATS BECAUSE YOU GUYS HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH JUMPSCARING ME, YALL SUCK ☹️

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: #justiceforezreal

G R E E N🌿: SEE? APHELIOS GETS IT

Croissante🥐: Yeah…

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: ez. he’s the one who SETS UP THE JUMPSCARES

You: the dye must’ve leaked into his brain and killed all his braincells 💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: hes a blonde, he already had negative braincells to begin with 💀💀💀

G R E E N🌿: STOP BULLYING ME 😭

You: No.

G R E E N🌿: YES.

G R E E N🌿: DIDN’T YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL US?

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: if you don’t tell us, i’ll throw a shoe

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: i’ll throw his other shoe 🫥

Settrigh🗿: that would leave a mark

You: OKOK CHILL

Settrigh: We need to know please 😔😔😔

You: okay so.

You: yall know how i was at the dorm yesterday

You: i’m surprised it didn’t smell like straight cheese and sweat

G R E E N🌿: ARE YOU IMPLYING IT SMELT LIKE GAY CHEESE AND SWEAT

You: WHAT? NO. IM SAYING IT SMELT SURPRISINGLY CLEAN FOR A PLACE 6 SWEATY ADULT MEN LIVE IN

You: when they know basic hygienic 😍😍😍

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: QUIT YAPPING JUST TELL US WHAT YOU WANTED TO TELL US

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: YAPOLOGIST FR

Settrigh🗿:

You: CHILL IM MULTITASKING

You: anyways, I was on my way to sett and phel’s room to play some animal crossing bc they’re animal crossing addicts

Settrigh🗿: I’m an animal crossing addict and im not afraid to admit it XD

You: so on the way there, i had to pass ezreal’s room. and i shit you not, i hear him talking to himself

G R E E N🌿: oh lord. not this.

You: oh yes.

You: wanna tell us what you said EZREAL?

G R E E N🌿: nope i think i’ll pass 😃

You: that’s fine, i’ll just say it myself

You: when i walk past ez’s room, i hear him full on simping for lux, begging them gods to let her notice him

Settrigh🗿: WHAT THE HELL XD

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: jesus christ. i knew ez’s crush on lux was bad, but i didn’t know it was this bad.

G R E E N🌿: STOP NO ITS NOT TRUE

You: YES IT IS.

Settrigh🗿: oh it’s true, why would reader ever lie to us? xd

G R E E N🌿: ITS NOT I SWEAR 😭

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: we’re never letting you hear the end of this 😭

G R E E N🌿: I HATE YALL 😭😭😭

Settrigh: Aw we love you too <3

Croissante: Lol. Ez gotta be more careful next time

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸😈🤘👹👹👹: bro’s rizz is in the negatives

Settrigh🗿: bro is in the trenches

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: bro is tremendously down bad

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸😈🤘👹👹👹: we’re never letting him live this down are we?

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: no we are NOT

You: and that’s not even all

You: y’all are so strange istg, the shit i hear whenever i’m over is just insane

Settrigh🗿: THERES MORE???

You: after passing ez’s room and busting nerves from trying not to laugh, i pass k’sante’s room, and the door is WIDE open

Settrigh🗿: uh oh

Croissante🥐: Yeah… uh oh is an understatement

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: bro is cooked 💀

You: i saw him scrolling on grindr 💀💀💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: 💀💀💀

Croissante🥐: YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS 💀

You: DONT ACT INNOCENT

You: I SAW YOU K’SANTE

You: I SAW YOU.

You: YOU EVEN SAID

You: “DAT ASS THO”

Croissante: I DIDN’T THINK ID BE EXPOSED. I DIDNT THINK ANYONE SAW

You: I DID.

Settrigh🗿: Oh god… what else? XD

G R E E N🌿: we’re all curious, don’t leave us hanging 🤷‍♂️

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: i second this 👀

You: when i FINALLY reach sett and phel’s room…

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: you’re making it sound like one of those stories old people tell you about how they got to school 😭

G R E E N🌿: “i climbed 2 mountains and walked through the snow” lookin ahh

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: 💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: real

You: STFU

You: anyways, what do i hear???

Settrigh🗿: oh god. please no

You: KISSING. NOISES.

You: YALL FR THOUGHT I WOULDN’T HEAR

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: 😟😟😟

You: y’all have anything to say about that?

Settrigh🗿: READER.

You: yes sett? 🥰

Settrigh🗿: how could you…😔

You: because y’all didn’t invite me to join 😔

Settrigh🗿: you didn’t even ask you bastard

Settrigh🗿: ya snooze ya loose yk

G R E E N🌿: one time i heard them kissing in the laundry machine

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: same, they were like so loud 💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: at least sett was, bro sounded like a subaru

G R E E N🌿: LMFAOOO

Croissante🥐: Lol

Mother 🤤🤤🤤: What on Earth did I just come back to?

Mother🤤🤤🤤: I spend a few hours experimenting with samples and check my phone for the time, only to see a hundred notifications. Shouldn’t you guys be cleaning?

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: RUN. ITS MOTHER. RUN FOR THE HILLS

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hg-deranged-edition · 7 months

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TW for mentioned child abuse, a bit of cruel language surrounding it

Billy Hargrove was a beautiful, beautiful creature, as well as one who cloaked himself in thorns.

He had an unapproachable air to him, a gaze that would hit you with a shocking sense of inadequacy, and a nasty grin that left you feeling stupid. When that didn’t work, he would escalate to violence, and mark you with reminders of why you shouldn’t fuck with him.

At least, that’s the image he desperately tried to project. But Steve knew better.

In every little moment in between, Billy would relax despite himself. He’d get lost in thought and stare vacantly ahead, a haunted look replacing the venomous one before. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t truly cover himself up. It’s only natural he’d lose his grip on his coat; animals are supposed to rest, and certainly not be on alert 24/7. The melancholy would always find a way to seep through.

Steve was terribly, terribly in love with Billy Hargrove. Figures.

They didn’t share many classes, and they certainly didn’t talk, not since last year. Steve should hate him. Steve should really fucking hate him. But he can’t, and he knows for a damn fact that Billy loves him, too. It’s not like he’s the only person who stares.

So now they’re caught at a stalemate, both people wanting and aware of the other’s want, but absolutely refusing to reach out. A constant dance, a routine, getting so close but unable to touch. It’s funny, Steve hasn’t spoken to Billy outside of sharing pencils and thanks in months, yet he almost knows him the way a lover would. Has spent collective hours staring at every minute detail of Billy’s face, but only has a hazy recollection of his voice. Can’t quite grasp the low timbre of his voice in his fantasies. Occasionally feels like he’s never heard it all. But he always jumps at the sound of it, tinkling down the hall, never meant for him.

But he knows his face. His hair, how it bursts out in booming waves from his scalp. Not unlike the waves he yearns for, but still like a painting; promises of the ocean and a glimpse of his love, immortalized in his very body. Knows how his lashes fan across his face, looking almost demure when he’s bored in class and lets his mask slip. Knows the sharp edges of his cupid’s bow, the way his shitty stache sits atop them. Knows how pretty the shades of his bruises are, large and swallowing up his tan. Soon all evidence of his home will be lost.

It’s not hard, to see it when you really look at Billy. To be frank, it’s so obvious it’s disgusting. Despite what everyone tells him, he’s not as stupid as he looks. That, or it’s so genuinely so clear it doesn’t take many braincells rubbing to figure it out at all.

Billy’s home isn’t safe. Go figure, no wonder why he’s an ass.

Billy doesn’t want anyone to know. Again, go figure, no wonder he doesn’t let anyone close.

It wasn’t hard to figure out, after November last year, when Steve saw Billy after days of radio silence and saw bruises he had most certainly not left himself. Not only had he made a complete and utter fool of himself in their fight, but he had only landed a couple hits, maybe four or five, tops. But there Billy was, his face a mimicry of Steve’s, a stiffness to his limbs that left much to the imagination. Not even close to the suave, assured movements from only a week before.

Not to mention the myriad other bruises that kept popping up, well after their fight, appearing through regular stretches of time, almost planned. Like clockwork, he’d always show up worse after a break, after a weekend, after time at home.

So yeah. He’s not fully sure why no one else really brings it up. Probably something to do with how it’s weirder to see Billy not in pain. Bruises suit him so well they blend in, a sight so natural you don’t stop to question it.

Billy glares when he stares at his bruises too long.

So they stay quiet, orbiting one another but not getting too close. It’s agonizing, horrible, but it might be for the best. Might.

It’s bullshit. It’s fucking bullshit and Steve knows, he knows, okay? It’s bullshit and he never really stopped being a liar because the truth is that he could have bullied Billy into being his friend at any time, could have been persistent and it’s not like the bastard can fucking avoid him, they go to goddamn high school together, it’s just that Steve is afraid, so terribly fucking afraid and so goddamn lonely. The bastard isn’t unapproachable, he literally sits right next to him in third period English, so fucking obviously hopeful and disappointed at every break.

So with Nancy’s voice looping bullshit, bullshit, bullshit in his brain, he resolves himself, grows a pair of fucking fat balls and approaches literally the worst guy ever after school when they’re waiting for the kids, as pathetically parked close together as always. God this is fucking embarassing.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #billy x steve #im homophobic dog rn.#ficlet #i listened to mitski writing this and that was not intentional on my part #not edited or looked over twice or ANYTHING AMEN

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Kix x reader | 1.3k words

Content: hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff, caretaker's fatigue

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Someone should also tell Kix that always putting others first and neglecting his own needs is not what being a good, compassionate person is about, and that he's worth it.

To say Kix's feet were dragging on his way home was an understatement. He was one last braincell away from just dropping down on all fours and crawling the rest of the way. The med bay had been a revolving door of clones all day; injured, sick, drunk... and that was just the official problems. Off the record, he'd helped Tup study for a test, gave Fives some dating advice, and had even entertained a handful of young cadets lost on a field trip until Rex finally came to collect them.

He wasn't sure how he was still functioning as his heavy steps climbed the stairs up to the little home he shared with you. He paused at the door, keys hanging in the lock while he composed himself. He hadn't had time to message you earlier about how your day was going, though he'd meant to several times, even getting as far as having half the message typed out before inevitably getting pulled away before he could finish and hit send. You could've had a bad day yourself and he wouldn't know until he opened the door. He'd need to pull himself together to be prepared to help you in whatever way you might need this evening.

The door creaked open, an annoying reminder that he still hadn't found the time to fix that hinge since it first started acting up a month ago. The lights inside were off and the air held a sort of smoky sweetness to it. He guessed you'd lit a candle earlier, which would be a sign you were in a good mood if true. He couldn't hear you, but a brighter light glowed around the bedroom door to show evidence of your existence beyond.

That bought him some time. He could clean up a bit in the refresher first, maybe grab a bite to eat before going to see you. He decided to start in the kitchen, shuffling straight for the fridge and flinching at the light as he opened it in search of something of sustenance.

He didn't need to rummage for long to find a healthy snack, a fact he was ever-grateful for. The way you kept this home stocked, clean, and cheerful was one of many things that made him fall for you over and over again. Your love was in the details. He'd probably tear up right now if he wasn't so gosh darn tired.

No sooner had he stood, intending to heat up the little box of leftovers, than did he feel a pair of arms snake around his middle from behind. He didn't even have the energy to jump in surprise. He hadn't heard you come into the kitchen, he hadn't noticed the pool of light that now spilled from the bedroom door just a short distance away.

"Kix," you cooed against his back, pressing yourself to him as you always did.

He swallowed. He hadn't wanted you to see him like this. Not yet.

"Kitten," he replied, trying to strengthen his voice but not managing more than a breathless whisper.

Your arms immediately recoiled, choosing instead to grip his waist and turn him to face you.

"What's wrong?" You peered at him, eyes scrunched in the pale light of the fridge that still lay open beside you.

"Nothing. Missed you." Now he tried a reassuring smile. It took a lot of effort but he felt his features falling into place, and it almost worked. You almost backed off, almost let him get away with it.

But you knew him too well.

"Kix." Now your tone was sad. Pitying. He wanted to shake his head at you, tell you not to worry about him. But he couldn't quite get the words out. So you pressed on. "You were supposed to be home hours ago, what happened?"

"Nothing happened," he sighed and then caught himself upon your expectant look. He sighed again, hanging his head. "Everything happened."

The feeling of your hands rubbing the sides of his arms gave him that last bit of energy to properly share his day with you. From the mess of paperwork he walked into that morning to the back-to-back surgeries he'd volunteered for in the absence of the base's chief doctor. In his mind, he was justifying his efforts, merely listing out details of an otherwise ordinarily busy day.

"Sometimes I prefer the battlefield to the base," he ended his story with a breathy chuckle. He moved to shut the refrigerator door but your hands gripped his shoulders, preventing him from turning away.

"This is the fifth day in a row you've exhausted yourself." If he didn't know any better, he'd say you were chastising him now.

He scoffed. "I'm fine..."

"Kix," you insisted. "You have to take it easy. This isn't healthy."

He couldn't help but furrow his brows at that. "What am I supposed to do? This is my job. Someone comes in to get patched up, I can't turn my back."

"Fives talking your ear off about his date is patching someone up?" you challenged.

"He was nervous. I've never seen him off his game like that. I think this girl might be the one for him."

"He has plenty of brothers to get advice from."

"But he came to me."

"And you're allowed to say no."

"I can't."

There were tears in his eyes. He wasn't sure where they came from. He forced himself to turn and shut that damn fridge door already, plunging the kitchen back into darkness. It reminded him how tired he was, how badly he wanted to close his eyes. But at least now you wouldn't see how watery those eyes were right now.

You'd stepped closer to him. His eyes adjusted to the faint light from the moon coming from the small kitchen window behind you. It obscured your features, only highlighting the outline of your form as it drew close, but he knew what expression would be on your face now. He knew all the ways your face looked, like the back of his own hand.

"There's different ways to say no," you said softly. Your hands were now wrapping back around his torso, hugging him toward you. "It doesn't always have to mean you don't care, or that you won't help. Sometimes it just means you have some boundaries. Or that there's a better time than right now. You can't always put yourself second, Kix. You'll run yourself into the ground and then you can't help anyone. You deserve to take care of yourself, too."

You said the last part as you turned your face into his chest, pressing against him just a little firmer as if adding punctuation to your statement. He sighed, relented. The box of leftovers he was still clutching was promptly set onto the counter, and then he brought his arms around to rest onto you. He didn't have the strength to hold you back as tightly.

"If you say so," was all he could think to say.

You pulled back slightly, your breath ghosting along his neck. "And I'll keep saying it until you believe it, mister."

He made what was supposed to be a laugh, but came out more as an awkward huff. You finally left his arms all the way, grabbing one of his hands and beginning to tug in the direction of the bedroom.

"Come, lay down and I'll heat your food up. And then I'm calling out sick for you so you can relax tomorrow."

He followed you, no strength left to protest, and was soon laying on his side of the bed with your gentle hands tucking a blanket around him. You hurried off to get his food, but his eyes were already losing focus. He drifted off to sleep with your words settling into his mind.

He deserved this.

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