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suguruplsr · 7 months

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sugu w/ his cum bunny

જ⁀➴ more sugu n’ chubby r thots bc im stuck on him.. just like toru <3

,, suguru x chubby fem!reader , lots n’ lots of smut

divider: @/benkeibear

honestly, i think suguru loves his chubby girlfriend’s thighs. but not just her thighs, he really loves the sweet fat cunny between her legs.

it’s always so soaked for him, juices coating your folds as he pries your legs open with just one hand and arm, not minding your small complaints of being embarrassed or that he might feel some kind of way.. you never seemed to understand that he didn’t care, like nothing could put him off unless it was disturbing, plus, pussy was pussy, and he loves yours the most. always.

he loves fingering you, a lot. while he’s working in his office, he’ll have you sit on his lap, two thick fingers stuffing your cunt while he writes his papers. two fingers you can never get bored of. the first few times he started doing that, you tried to ignore the aching in your pussy, thinking he just needed something to do with his hand.

but instead, your phone found itself on the floor, your head laying dumbly in his neck as his curled his fingers in you, sometimes switching to one finger when your pussy clenches too tight around him. he’d ignore your small whines of not getting to orgasm. only to have you begging for him to stop just minutes later.

yet, he never completely acknowledges you, only giving small kisses by your ear or whispering for you to quiet down a bit. making you all sad n’ teary only to fuck you on his desk the second his alarm goes off for his break.

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“suguuu p-please, mngh, please let me c— fuuck~” suguru kisses your neck, pressing that sweet spot inside of you and making your legs shake. “c’mon, you can say it darling. almost there.” he chuckles, finally putting down the pen in his other hand, dragging it along your large thigh, adoring the rolls of your plump thighs as his fingers curled inside you.

“b-but y’r makin’ me.. i-i can’t sugu..” humiliating. your brain wasn’t cooperating with you, your words stumbling as you clutched his wrist tightly. you hear him make a small ‘tsk’ before clearing his desk, ignoring the clattering of objects falling and sitting you on it, spreading your legs before you can even react.

“so it’s my fault? suuure pretty girl. how about you give me a detailed reason while i eat this cunt. and i better hear every word clearly..heh..”

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sometimes, he fingers you to sleep. or he keeps you awake by fingering you. it’s just so cute, he hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already in a cute haze? he even jokes about it, loving the way your eyes widen as you try to get away, only for him to wrap a hand around your thigh and pull you back with ease.

then he makes you feel bad, he’s been getting your cunny ready for him for hours, and now you’re gonna leave his cock leaky and red like that? so mean. but don’t worry, all of that flies out the window when he’s finally deep in your cunt. so tight even though he had three fingers pulling four orgasms out of you.

suguru always fucks you in doggy style when he knows he’s worked you up for the longest time. it’s so adorable how you pathetically try to pull away when he doesn’t stop after the first two rounds. he doesn’t even have to try to stop you, your pussy does it for him, clinging onto his cock so cutely as you hold onto the sheets.

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“fuck d’you think you’re goin’?” suguru scoffs, one hand gripping your plushy hips as you slump to the bed with a sob trying to get away from him. from his dick. “c-can’t take it anymore sugu..” you whine weakly, a scream nearly ripping from you as he slaps your ass, watching it ripple.

“so you runnin’ now? y’know how to speak sweet girl.” he smiles, rolling his hips and making your body shudder. “guess i gotta make you learn how to use that mouth..” you choke, crying out as he pulls you back, your eyes already starting to roll back the second he’s at the hilt, pushing you down with his chest into a prone bone position. “n-no need, m’sorry sugu! so sorrrry~” suguru kisses your forehead in response, a dark chuckle beside your ear,

“jus’ keep screamin’ for me pretty, look at you, already doing a good job..”

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suguru’s a pervert for sure. a hand always reaching down to palm your cunt as you two stand in the dressing room. he loves taking you to the mall, asking you to try on clothing he thinks would look good on you. especially those skirts. those damn skirts. it’s actually concerning how the skirt he picks out are the reasons why you get in trouble.

because it was so short, giving him glimpses of your pretty panties when you bend down to pick something you dropped. or because your beautiful thighs just stuck out to well, so fucking appetizing, the skirt digging into your skin comfortably and making the plump skin look so delicious.

yea, you definitely have weeks where you can’t wear anything short because there’s just so many hickies around your thighs, a nice decoration suguru thinks. waking up in the morning to see the sun peeking through the window, making your skin glow and the purplish marks look like ‘christmas lights.’ yes, he was drunk when he said that. he still stands by it.

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“pink looks good on you.” suguru smiles at sight of you walking into his office, a cute white button up with a pink miniskirt that did little to hide the blemishes around your thighs. you huff, obviously embarrassed by the concerned looks you got as you walked through the building. “suguru. our neighbor thought a damn animal did this.” you shake your head, placing his coffee and bag of lunch on the table.

“she’s not far off.” suguru chuckles, pulling you down for a small kiss and pulling you closer to the wood desk, his hands gripping your plushy thighs. “i mean.. last night we kinda were fucking like—“ “we’re at your job!” you cut him off with a gasp, matching his grin and slapping his shoulder. suguru rolls his eyes, looking at your thighs and licking his lips.

“i own this building. i can say what i want and do what i want. sooo.. give me a small snack, please baby?”

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ithebookhoarder · 12 days

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Hi! I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests for criminal minds but if you are could you do the BAU react to their so being a paramedic/firefighter? :))

If you decide to write this thank you in advance

(BAU Headcanons) If their S.O. was a paramedic/firefighter 🚨

A/N: You're very welcome! Here you are my angel. I'm always taking requests but I can't promise how long I'll take to reply and finish them 😅 Hope this is worth the wait. Also - major shout out to any first responders out there. You are literal superheroes! 💕

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, mentions of mental health, alcohol references, sexual references, references to death. (Let me know if I missed any)

Aaron Hotchner

Aaron would be honestly so in awe of you and what you do for a living. He’d also appreciate having a partner who understands what it’s like to have a job with unpredictable hours, such high stakes, and requires risking yourself to save people.

As such, he would know how important it is to prioritise time together for the two of you. It’s why he is so active with forming a family calendar as he knows that, if it isn’t written in ink, you may never find an opportunity to do something.

He is all about creating concrete plans for you both, so you have something to look forward to and actually have a chance of being able to arrange it, even if it’s months in advance. It doesn’t matter if it’s Jack’s soccer game, going for a jog in the park together, or a week-long vacation.

However, he’s learned to be far more flexible if plans don’t work out the way you’d hoped. He’s had virtual Thanksgivings with you over the phone, a boxing-day Christmas, and even turned running errands on a day off into a date-day.

We know Aaron would honestly hate knowing how much danger you’re in sometimes at work but he also knows he has no leg to stand on given his job and what he does every day. So, you both agree to let the other one know at least once a day that you’re ok, even if only by text.

You’d have to agree to a ‘no work at home’ policy for you both to even stand a chance of relaxing at home and focusing on Jack (who thinks he has the coolest parents ever! Like, two superheroes for parents? He’s the luckiest kid in the world).

Aaron would be such a proud partner too, even if he doesn’t always say it out loud. He shows it in his face every time he and Jack come to visit you at work, or when he displays a picture of you receiving an award on his desk for everyone to see.

He even helps Jack when he asks to go as you for Halloween one year - the sight of which made you cry so hard you couldn’t even speak for a good hour after. Instead, you snap a picture and carry it with you everywhere when you leave the house, and even stick a copy in your locker.

He’d have notifications set too, tracking incidents in your area so he knows when you may be working or out on a job. He’s also not above pulling the ‘FBI’ card if he even hears of someone making your life hard at work.

He’d also be the biggest hypocrite, always worried you’re not getting enough sleep or eating enough, despite him running on no sleep and three expressos.

He’d also be the first to rip into you if he found out you’d taken some unnecessary risk whilst out on a call.

“I have enough worrying about my own idiots over here without worrying about you doing something stupid too. Please, you need to be more careful, ok? I can’t and won’t lose you. Not like that.”

David Rossi

Rossi has lost many people over the years so he would definitely be terrified of losing you, and getting hurt. However, he knows what it’s like to have a passion for helping people and he’d never stop you from doing what you love and making a difference.

Besides with his crazy schedule he doesn’t mind having a partner who is mostly out working, or also operates on a crazy schedule. It’s almost complimentary, and allows you both not to miss each other too badly when you’re busy.

Rossi strikes me as a supportive partner in his own ways. For instance, he would make massive donations to fundraisers for your department and for causes supported by your work. He wouldn’t even tell you most of the time, leaving you to work out where the mystery million dollars came from overnight after you just so happened to mention it to him over dinner.

Speaking of dinner, he’d be keen to invite your colleagues over to his place for social functions, offering to hosts BBQs and family dinners. He’d also invite his BAU family too, knowing how nice it is for your worlds to mix and for people to relax amongst people who get what it’s like to deal with difficult issues.

He also makes homemade dinners at least once a week, cooking enough so that you both have leftovers to take to work for the next few days.

He’s also keen to share any recipes he can with you, so you know how to make them when you’re on shift for hours on end.

“Just because you’re busy saving lives doesn’t mean someone shouldn’t take care of you too!”

This man would also make sure to call you whenever he gets a chance, especially if he is away on a case. He likes hearing your voice and makes sure to ask all about your day so far, knowing its good for both of you to touch base.

Derek Morgan

This man would be the biggest supporter and cheerleader. Like, you know your pictures are all over his desk and he’s always bragging about how you saved someone’s life whenever he gets a chance.

“Oh yeah, that’s my baby. They’re a literal superhero. They’re badass.”

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry about you when you’re away working or if he sees some major incident on the news. He’ll be refreshing his phone over and over until he sees a text from you telling him you’re ok.

You know he will also be begging Penelope to see what she can find out too, through any means necessary (Hotch doesn’t exactly have to know about it…)

You bet your ass that if he does hear you’re hurt or if something is wrong then he will be bolting his way down to the ER or wherever you are the minute he is able to. Penelope would likely be one step ahead of him if he was unable to be there right away taking care of you until he can.

Morgan is such a good care giver too. He knows how hard it is to take care of others if you don’t take care of yourself so is King of supporting healthy habits. I’m talking meal plans so you eat right, proper sleeping habits when you can make them work, and getting out of your apartment on your days off.

He’s all for vegging on the sofa sometimes but he’s keen to support you where he can and remind you there’s a world outside of work and your home.

He would be the kind of partner who would suggest doing things together as a couple, whether it’s a daily jog in the park or even training for some kind of race. This gives the two of you a shared goal and also shared time together - including in the shower once you get home.

“What? It’s twice as fast this way and costs half the water bill, sweetheart.”

Also, you know this man gives the world’s best massages and he would be only too willing to give you one when you get home. He’d even try and wait up for you if he could, although you’ve come home more than once to find him passed out on the sofa.

Emily Prentiss

With her track record of trusting and being betrayed by people I think Emily would be extremely anxious about having a first responder for a partner, even if she would also be totally amazed by you and thinks you’re so badass.

Like, you can’t tell me she wouldn’t be beaming ear to ear if you ever came to visit the BAU. She would be showing you off to everyone and anyone, giving them all a face to put to the name she’s been talking about for weeks.

“Babe, you’re amazing. You’re literally saving lives every day. All I did yesterday was fill out a stack of paperwork as big as my arm.” (She ignores the disapproving look Hotch shoots her for that comment…)

It’s just that she’s scared about losing you and it would take you both a while to work out how to make your relationship work and communicate effectively with one another about your fears. I mean, it’s not like you aren’t as equally worried about her but it takes a while for you both to accept that it’s a part of your relationship and that neither of you are willing to give your jobs or each other up.

When she’s away on a case, or if you’re working overnight, then she won’t be able to sleep unless she sees she has a text from you telling her you’re ok and still in one piece. Of course, she prefers to be able to call if she can but knows it isn’t always possible for both of you if you’re in the middle of a shift.

She’s a safe space so wouldn’t take it personally when you get home and have fatigue, adrenaline dumps, or just lack any potential excitement or energy for plans you made in advance.

She’ll meet you where you are, whether it’s cancelling plans and staying in, or going out anyway because you need a distraction. As long as she’s with you then she’s happy and it isn’t like she doesn’t do the same thing after a really bad case.

Also, we know that you’re the only one she trusts to look after Sergio when she isn’t there, knowing you will be better having someone to cuddle, feed, and look after when you’re not on shift. You become Penelope’s version of Sergio too, as Emily instructs their tech analyst to keep an eye on you both when she can’t.

She’d be keen to spoil you from time to time and indulges on takeout, trips to the movies, and wants to take you to as many amazing places on holiday as she possibly can. She knows it’s good to travel and to have a complete break from your daily routine. Plus, she knows so many people and so many languages that you’re spoilt on choices of where to stay next.

I honestly feel like JJ would struggle having a first responder for a partner. She’d be such a Momma Bear that its both wonderful and intimidating. Like, we know she and Will worked it out eventually with him being a cop, but the fear of losing you would be a big issue for the two of you for a while. As would be navigating how you both deal with the other’s feelings after a bad day on the job. It takes some trial and error before you get into the swing of things.

For example, she would give the best pep talks and would also know just what to say after a bad day.

“You did everything you could, sweetheart. I am so proud of you and you saved so many lives today. You may not have been able to save that one, but they knew you tried. They knew you were there and that you cared. That’s all we can ask for in the end. You are amazing and I’ve got you.”

When you’re both home together, or if you’ve told her you’re having a rough shift, then bath times are a must. She normally has one run, with candles lit, by the time you get in the door. She is also keen to crack open a bottle of wine, or whatever you drink you want, to help you both relax as you lie together in the warm, soapy water and just forget everything for a little while.

She’d also insist on you both leaving voice messages for the other when you were away, so you could wish the other a ‘goodnight’. It’s comforting to her but she also likes being able to share them with Henry too.

Speaking of phones, this ex-media liaison would have so many alerts set up and contacts to call if she even suspects you may be out on a major incident. It’s honestly kind of mind-blowing how quickly she managed to get on the phone with your superior, after hearing you could be out on a job that had gone awry. She was in a different state at the time but wouldn’t hang up until they told her what had happened, where you were, and if you were alright.

She’s also keen to support you in a practical sense, so offers to do loads of laundry for you between shifts and also cleans the house as a way of making sure you have a nice home to come back to. You’d be sure to return the favour when you could, but she likes doing it and being able to show her appreciation for you in such a basic but important way.

JJ would be way more relaxed leaving Henry with you if she’s away, knowing your training makes you like the best possible babysitter ever.

That, and you cannot tell me that Henry would not worship the ground you walk on. After finding out what you do for work, that little angel would make siren noises whenever you’re in the car together - something you’re keen to encourage as “everyone knows the best part of the job is turning the siren on, JJ. Duh.”

Luke Alvez

Luke would be so proud and so scared for you sometimes, being a first responder.

Luke would understand that you both have super stressful jobs so is keen to suggest a ’leave work at the door’ policy unless one of you really wants to share. He knows sometimes all he wants to do after a challenging case is walk in the door and face-plant on the sofa and he’d be a hypocrite if he didn’t let you do the same… that doesn’t mean he won’t reach over and gently pull of your boots for you, and leave a glass of something on the coffee table for when you feel like it.

He is also a firm believer that Roxie cures everything, so would be only too happy to leave her with you when he’s out of town, so you can have all the cuddles and playtime you want.

He also walks her by your work if he gets time so you can come out and sneak a cuddle if you’re not too busy or on a job. Roxie is now your work’s unofficial therapy dog and she loves her role - and the added attention very much. (And you best know she has her own little version of your uniform too).

I feel like he’s the kind of guy who would wake up with you if you have an early start, even if he doesn’t, just so he can cook breakfast and make you coffee in your favourite to-go mug.

“You deserve to start your day in the right way, so go and enjoy your shower, baby, and it’ll be ready for you when you come out.”

He’d also leave you stupid little love notes in your bag too, knowing they make you smile when you find them later on. You also like to keep them and stick them in your locker for luck, and normally have one tucked in your pocket too.

He’d also recommend different kinds of music for you to listen to on shift, making you playlists you can share and add to when you’re not together. It’s got so bad your co-workers refuse to let you have the aux when you’re driving around anymore as your choices are so varied they get whiplash.

Luke also loves getting involved wherever he can, whether it’s donating time to help organise a fundraiser, bringing pizza by work, or going with you as a date to any formal events you’re invited to. He scrubs up niceeee and he loves seeing you all dressed up formal too.

Penelope Garcia

Penelope would worship the ground you walk on and frets about you like she frets about all her BAU babies when they’re out on a case - but WORSE.

So she does what she does best and compensates with love and kindness. She takes care of the people she loves and you would know that better than anyone. This queen would totally make you care packages and would make sure you had them delivered when you’re on shift.

“You spend all your time taking care of other people, my real life knight in shining armour. The least I can do is make sure you have some fluffy socks, face masks, and other basic pamper essentials to take care of yourself! Oh, and don’t forget the protein shake I made for you! And stay hydrated! And be safe!”

She’d make sure to send gifts for your co-workers too. It’s why she’s the favourite spouse of all your colleagues and she’s greeted like the queen she is whenever she visits.

Her cookies have earned her the unofficial title of ‘Star Baker’ and you best know there have been physical fights over them whenever you’ve left them in the crew mess. In fact, your boss has had to give you all warnings about it as a result, calling ‘dibs’ on them if you couldn’t all be trusted to share.

She would also give you one of her many mascots for the dashboard of your rig, knowing that the little bobblehead or whatever will remind you of her when you’re out on a call.

Speaking of calls, you know she is tuned in to all scanners / messaging systems so knows exactly where you are at all times, but especially if there is a call out. You best believe she is making sure you’re ok and has her eyes and ears open if you need help of any kind or back-up.

As a result, you know she has been scolded more than once by Hotch and by the local authorities for interfering and hijacking calls when she thinks you’re being ignored or need assistance.

Penelope would also be the first person to encourage you to attend some kind of support group, or seek out some kind of therapy, to help deal with all the stressful and traumatic things you deal with on a day to day basis. She would be only too happy to help you find one and would drive you there and back when she’s able. She’d even come along if you wanted her to.

Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer would be an incredibly proud partner and you know it. He would show his support in various different ways and would absolutely take any and all opportunities to remind people he’s dating a superhero (especially Morgan). He doesn’t understand why someone as amazing as you would choose to date someone like him.

He would like giving you book recommendations so you always have something to read on shift. He’d give you his copies to borrow, so you can enjoy his pencil notes in the margins when he’s not with you.

Not only that, but he’d also be happy to take recommendations from you too - no matter how different they may be from his usual reading material. That way you can both compare notes when you both get home and leave work behind for a moment.

Also, you know Spence would be a fountain of knowledge about your job and has probably read up on anything he didn’t already know about your field. There isn’t a piece of jargon or code that he doesn’t know and he loves trying to use it when talking to your colleagues when he visits sometimes. It earns him their respect, which you know he would be nervous about, as your co-workers are like your second family. He’s that way with the BAU and he wants to impress the people who mean the most to you.

His thirst for knowledge means he is always willing to let you practise different exercises on him and is keen to learn whatever you’re willing to tell him (something that has come in handy on many of his own cases).

In return, he would like sharing whatever statistics he has memorised about the work you do. It’s also why he is so concerned about you, knowing how much your role takes out of you. His job is tiring and traumatic enough, but he is at least part of a big team and works only one case at a time.

“I’m just saying sweetheart, it’s estimated that 30% of first responders develop behavioral health conditions including, but not limited to, depression and PTSD, as compared with 20% in the general population. If you ever want to talk to me or someone else, like a professional, then you know that’s ok.”

As much as he isn’t an overly affectionate person, I feel like he’d be the kind of person to buy you both those bracelets that you can tap and it sends a pulse to the other, letting them know you thought about them. It’s like a virtual tap on the shoulder just to let you both know they’ve got you and love you.

He’d also drive the doctors insane if you ever got hurt on the job, yelling at them to double check their diagnosis if he even thinks you’re not getting the best treatment and care possible.

He’d also insist on taking care of you during your recovery, not trusting anyone else to do it right - and he also has Dr Who primed for your entertainment. What could be better than that?

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pedgito · 1 year

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just saw an asks where you are talking about mean eddie mocking you and it did something to me lmao. could you elaborate on that with a little blurb. maybe ur riding eddie and it just feels so good that your legs give up on u and he is being mean and sarcastic about it till he takes the lead

author’s note: i couldn’t remember what i said about that so just enjoy really playful/mean eddie, this would’ve been longer but i’ve been struggling a bit lately, still i hope you enjoy!

cw: 18+ (minors dni) mean!eddie & mean!reader (but it’s all playful, slight dom!eddie (if you squint), protected sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 1.8k

Eddie was an antagonizer in its purest form, never malicious but always with an endgame in mind. It would start as subtle teasing, off-handed comments that would have you retorting back in such a manner that Eddie couldn’t help but smile, knowing he’d get you back for it later.

He’d crowd behind you at your locker, hand clasped over yours where it’s gripping the metal and whisper against your ear, “Keep wearing stuff like that and I’m not gonna be able to handle myself.”

You could wear anything and Eddie would have the same response, but that was beside the point. His free hand slips into the open hole of your ripped jeans against your upper thigh and squeezes, forcing a surprised laugh out of you, muffling it with your hand as you ducked your head into your locker, elbowing him gently with your other arm.

It was an everyday occurrence now and you’ve learned the only way to shut him up is to react, even if you’d regret it later.

“What? So you can fuck me in the bathroom again?” You tease lightly, “A whole three minutes? I know you can do better.”

Eddie shrugs, “Can you blame me?”

His attraction toward you was never-ending and intense, something you’ve never experienced before him. Eddie was the kind of suffocating love you always wanted, soaking up every moment of it.

“Part of me thinks you like the idea of getting caught,” You smirk half heartedly, “kinda fucked up if you ask me.”

“You’re one to talk.” Eddie replies, ignoring your obvious jab.

You laugh softly, leaning forward until your lips are barely touching, eyes glaring into Eddie’s, “Is that what you want?”

Eddie makes a small noise of confusion, still playing into your act.

“You wanna fuck me, right here?” Eddie wouldn’t dare, he’s not that asinine, but he enjoys the back and forth, the deep fire in your eyes as you speak to him. Your hand tugs at the hem of his shirt, hand resting just above the belt of his jeans, twisting the shirt in your hands slightly before pulling him toward you abruptly, pressing a bruising kiss against his lips.

“Too bad,” You answer for him, “I need to focus on this English test,” Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes—you were perfectly fine, up to aces with all of your work and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you wouldn’t pass, “and Principal Higgins is watching us—so you should probably get to class.”

Eddie chances a glance to his left, realizing just how right you were. He looks back quickly, familiar smirk on your face as you pull away, reaching behind you to close your locker.

“Stay out of trouble?” You ask, tone soft and warm toward him.

“No promises,” He replies wearily, scratching at the side of his jaw, mindful of the eyes still watching you both, “everyone’s out to get me, remember?”

“You’ll stay out of trouble,” You assure him again, eyeing him briefly, eyes dragging from head to toe, “right?”

And he can see it in the look you give him, the salacious grin on your face. There would be consequences—or metaphorical consequences, not that he didn’t have a way to counter them, but he nods.

“Mhmm,” He agrees, nodding slightly. “Promise.”

But, promises didn’t always hold up and we’re bound to break at some point.

And it’s no surprise when you find Eddie in after school detention with an even more shameful look on his face than earlier in the day, dragging his feet up to you in a leisurely manner as he wraps his arms over your shoulder, slung around you loosely.

“You never listen to me,” You complain with amusement, letting him press a light kiss into your hair, the smirk evident in his face even if you couldn’t see him. “Do you?”

Eddie thinks for a moment, briefly, “No.”

So, by later that night, it’s almost a constant back and forth, neither of you daring to break until Eddie gets his hands around your thighs, pulling you tight against him, burying himself even deeper.

“What was that?” He asks, a patronizing lilt in his voice, breath coming out in pants. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I can’t—“ You breath out, shoving his hands away weakly, “no more, Eddie, please.”

He’d already managed to make you come twice, quickly working his way into a third, his hips moving gingerly as he listened to you, though he was obviously enjoying your torture, his eyes lighting up at the feeling of your muscles twitching involuntarily under his touch, too weak to even raise yourself up onto your knees.

“Fuck—you really got a fuckin’ mouth on you when you like to think you’re in charge,” Eddie laughs slightly, “baby, that’s never the case.”

And even if that was true, you don’t really mind.

“Eddie,” You plead, hands shoved against his chest in an effort to push away slightly, “come on.”

“Do you really wanna stop?” Eddie teases, fingers slipping into the dip where your hips meet your pelvis and rocking your hips slowly, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure as your mouth drops open, a broken gasp leaving your lips.

Your eyes are barely open, riddled with exhaustion and hanging on by a thread.

“Didn’t think so.” He comments off handedly, “Look at me.”

You shake your head petulantly, lids falling shut as you breathe deeply, savoring the deep penetrating feeling of Eddie inside of you, hitting the spot that made your entire body ache, skin feeling white hot.

Eddie slaps your thigh lightly, a gentle warning.

“Hey,” Eddie chides, “you can handle it, right?”

It’s the same tone you used on him early, only countered toward you. He knew exactly how to get under your skin.

“Shut up.” You pout, blunt nails digging into his chest.

Eddie grunts softly, tutting his tongue against his teeth.

“S’not as sweet when you’re on the receiving end, is it?”

Eddie drives his point even further with a sharp thrust of his hips, hands squeezing impossibly tight against your skin.

Your mouth falls open further, which Eddie mimics in a way that drives you mad, face contorting into a mix of frustration and yearning, begging him to give it up—whatever act he was playing or devious plan he had in the back of his mind.

But, Eddie was stubborn.

“I know you wanna say it,” Eddie tells you, “Say it—say my name, sweetheart.”

You sigh heavily, head tipping back, “Fuck—Eddie,” Eddie makes a quiet noise of approval, “Eddie—“

“See how perfect you sound when all you can think about is me,” Eddie seethes, grunting as the rate of thrusts grew faster, forcing you to fall forward, hands digging into the soft fabric of the pillow, “so drunk on my dick you can’t think of anything else.”

“I’ve got plenty of thoughts in my head.” You retort.

Eddie huffs a laugh, daring you to challenge him.

His hands grip your own, clasped between his warm palms, his hips suddenly unmoving.

“Do it yourself then,” He instructs, “yeah?”

But, your body was entirely too weak, hips aching from the stretch and muscles screaming protest—you just wanted to rest, have Eddie wrap his body around you and lull you to sleep, but instead you were here, reaping the consequences of getting under Eddie’s skin all day.

Your movements are slow, without any real rhythm, just a desperate grind of your hips, seeking the friction.

And it’s frustrating, face again furrowing in annoyance as you rocked your hips jerkily, eventually giving up, slight frown on your face.

“Say you’re sorry,” Eddie says, “for teasing me, making fun of me—“

“God, you’re unbelievable—“

Eddie makes a pointed face, eyebrow quirking in amusement.

The smug bastard. He didn’t care for an apology, he just wanted the satisfaction of seeing your crumble under his will.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” You say in exasperation, “but Eddie, I can’t—I really can’t take anymore—“

Eddie nods, pulling you down toward his chest and flipping you in one slow, fluid motion, bodies never disconnecting.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” He smiles, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, hurried kiss, hips moving quickly against you, his fingers finding your clit almost instantly and it’s all too overwhelming, body pliant to his touch but aching for release, “you still with me?”

You nod slightly, forcing your head deeper against the pillow, eyes shut in exhaustion as Eddie pressed himself against you, mouthing at random parts of your skin, delicate touches to remind you he was still there, his hand still an igniting pressure against your cunt, fingers working quickly over your swollen clit.

“Hey, eyes,” He nudges softly, squeezing at your thigh, “look at me, babe.”

You peek at him slightly, laughing at his righteous grin.

“Just one more,” He promises, his early words seeping back into your thoughts, “that’s it.”

And when it hits you, you don’t even have the energy to make a sound, mouth falling open as you grip at Eddie’s shoulder, bound to leave bruises from the tightness of it. He makes sure to carry you through until it’s all over, snapping his hips a few more times until it’s over for himself, having held out for longer than he’s used to—it’s guttural, the groan that escapes him, hands fisting in to the pillow beside your head to avoid squeezing you too hard.

“So, about those three minutes—“ You start lightly, attempting to wean Eddie back into consciousness.

“Had to prove a point,” Eddie explains through staggered huffs, “how’d I do?”

“Do I really need to answer that?” You ask profoundly, hair matted to your face from the sweat, chests touching with every breath you took.

“Just checking,” He chuckles, pressing a messy, closed mouth kiss over the tip of your nose, “gotta piss me off more often, sweetheart—this is pretty fun.”

“Fuck you.” You reply playfully, kicking him off weakly until he’s falling to his back on the mattress, “I can’t even feel my legs.”

Eddie disposes of the condom discreetly while you slowly slip your underwear back on, crawling back up the bed lazilyy until he’s flat on his stomach, hands reaching for the tender flesh of your thigh.

“Let me take care of you then,” Eddie smiles slightly, those his words are laced with dangerous undertone—it’s all teasing, but it earns a familiar look of warning his way, “I meant like, a massage or something. You know, not everything I say is dirty minded—“

You offer a pointed glance his way, seeing right through his bullshit.

“Okay, most of it is—but come on, let me.”

You sigh quietly, nodding in response.

His touches are just as gentle, if not more.

It’s a reminder of how well Eddie balanced all of it, the hard intensity of his exterior alongside the delicate personality woven on the inside—it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced before, but it was everything you needed.

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kurosstuff · 2 months

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Some preening headcanons with any of the angel girls please?

Take this for now~ hope you like it!

I'm very busy this week BUT- here's my attempt

ALSO I KINDA DID MORE HEADCANONS THEN KIST PREENING- IM SORRY I KINEA- WENT OFF

Gonna do three girls with wings- sera vaggie and lute(surpise?/j) idk how to write Emily yet-

Warning(s): some angst? Insecurities(in lute and veggies parts), fluff, wing stuff, established relationships in each ones(lovers for vaggie reader is a female, drabbles(some nsfw) slighr nsfw stuff

Never wrote vaggie. Hope she's good

ALSO I DIDNR REALIZE. LUTES IS SO FUCKING LONF.

Preening headcanons(sera, vaggie, lute)

Sera

• I'm gonna say it. Out of all three ladies? She KNOWS how to preen her wings the best. Sure with six wings its more time-consuming and a pain but she knows how important it is.

Which also means she's the most willing to accept your help. Of course, only if it's you two, and she knows you enough- cause wing preening? Is a mate/very sensitive thing for angels

• and it doesn't matter if you have wings or not- shell sit patiently guiding you through how to handle her wings. Given having six is even more work. BUT also much more sensitive

"My love~ please be careful how you touch them" Sera hummed, wings flapping from your touch one eye popping out, watching you closely making you smile at it- humming in approval she closed the eye closing her main ones at the itching pain vanishing "it feels nice~" she purred out softly feeling your hands dipping between her feathers before jolting

"My love- please- you know how sensitive my wings are-" she huffed face flushed dark turning to you huffing at your knowing smirk "guess this.. will turn into something more huh sera ~?" You hummed kissing the wing closest to you

• not all the time but every now and then does it turn into a spicy preening. (Not when her wings genuinely bring her pain) cause as she does keep good track of her preening. Sometimes, she forgets. Or gets to distracted from work. So you step in to help.

To remind her of what she needs.

• she couldn't ask for a better mate to help her preening. To help her wings in general. She's a tall woman so even though it takes a much longer time given she has more then two wings.. she's lucky you stuck around, more to help.

Bonus points if you have wings.

Cause then she'll help preen you no questions asked. Hell shed even offer the help.

Vaggie

• ok first things first. Vaggie? Is very insecure about her wings. Before falling she kinda knew how to handle preening enough so it wouldn't like- cause issues? But. She'd miss some. She'd miss the cloest ones to her middle of her back-

Only time she allowed Adam to help. Given she couldn't do it herself. Didnt trust the others too.

• but now in hell? She regrew them or- whatever.. it hurt. Like hell. Them ripping through her scared back- bur now she needs to relearn how to live with wings like she learned how to live without.

"I got it- I got it" vaggie growled out, giving you a pointed look on instinct as her wings flapped around, hitting yet another plate, sending it flying off the counter shattering as she tried to relearn how to fold them. To relax them.

"I really think-"

"I fucking Got it" she yelped out

• stubborn. She's a good lover awkward given her upbringing. But she never once meant to upset you. Never meant to take her temper out on you. But, she just didn't know how to properly react to this annoying pain again after all these years of no wings. Now it's here and she needs to preen? Again?

Asking was just as uncomfortable for her. Knowing you always offered to help? Made her upset. For two reasons- her stubbornness from her past to ask for such help pinging in anger at the suggestion she needed help. And two. Because of her snapping at you. Her girlfriend. Yet here she is doing what she was uncomfortable with.

She knew deep down as much as you could turn her away- send her off. You won't. So she? Asked

And you of course. Agreed

"Come on love~" patting in front of you, she stared. Her one good eye glancing at the cushion in front of you on the bed silent. To uncomfortable- unnerving to speak. Stepping too put od her comfort zone to ask. To allow you to touch her and know she's safe. She cant help but be uncomfortable. "When your ready? Let me see your pretty wings?" You hummed as she finally sat down. Tense infront of you.

Finally releasing her wings she allowed you to do your job. The second your hands touched her wings- touched her? She relaxed against you. Feeling safe. Which even now after all these years is..

Odd

• every time you preened her- shed be a more cuddly mess- nuzzling into you hiding into your chest or neck wings flapping puffing up.

It wasn't until you read up on wings to help her that you learned why. How it was like an intimate courting thing to do.

• didn't really understand, but. If it made her happy? You were happy. And imagine your surpise when she handed you her feather

Lute

Lute? Is not insecure about her wings. No she's very prideful of them how strong they are how soft and all the stuff she'd do to court you(despite her not needing to) she is COMPLETELY prideful of them. Showing them off all the time to you- she didn't care for anyone else's opinon..

But she is insecure. About her lack of knowledge of how to properly care for them. All executioners have this issue. Their all taught to be fighters killers. Nothing else. She's still learning to be a good lover- a gentle lover with you. But the basic stuff she knows how to preen.. but it hurts still.

She almost asked Adam for help but. She's to prideful. She can't accept help. That'd mean defeat for her. Mean she can't do it. Mean she ISNT the best. Mean.. she's not the perfect mate. Mean she isn't right for you- asking for help on anything sends her into a freak out. Makes her panic cause what If you leave her?

She can't even cook nor make nests completely right. So why would you want a mate that CANT even preen? Something all angels know. Doesn't matter executioners are.. exempt from this. Doesn't matter to her.

Lute is like vaggie. Stubborn. Unwilling to accept help even from her mate- her lover. She'll throw a fit- if you oh so mention her needed to be preened. She's just way to prideful.

Youll know when she needs to preen. Its the only time youll see her more.. phycially emotional rather then just her words. Oh, she'll yell. It's already well known how.. angry. Lute generally is other than her more... stoic persona.

If it weren't for her wings flapping or her having them at all- you'd call her a rabbit. Given how she stomps her foot like what rabbits do when angry(I know birds do as well when upset/uncomfortable)

"...lute" you cautiously called out. Watching as she stormed around your shared room wings puffing stretching as she roughly plucked herself. Glaring at you she huffed watching you closely as you swallowed

"May i help-"

"no" she cut off, snarling loudly feet stomping in that familiar way when.. she got like this. "Think I can't fucking take care of MY wings? I'm fine. I got it."

"But i- I can-"

Snarling she stormed off slamming the door roughly

"-help-"

Lute? Will stomp her feet. Wings puffing flapping in an annoyed anger cause of her wings irrating her. And that- you know you can jump in- asking yet again- cause she'll break at some point.

She always did. Always broke. Hinting for you to ask. And shell.. "reluctantly" agree and accept your help. As if you pushed her too. God heaven forbid she asks for help herself.

Stopping, you glanced up, seeing Lute again in front of you showing off her wings how it needs to be preened. Humming you blinked in thought. This.. was the third time she did such a thing

"...lute?" Her head tilting to you slightly, almost uninterested. But you saw that look. The look of panic but.. hopefully "do you need..help?" You asked once more unsure how she'd take it.

"If you insist so much. Fine, " she grumbled out, not even waiting, moving to sit in front of you. Smiling, you sighed. Of course, she wouldn't have actually asked.

She may not understand exactly how to preen but- her wings as always are like super soft- comforting as she sighed in relief as you preened her.

But if you asked? Oh, shed reject. How would she be happy for this? She is not. Nope. Nuh uh. Not at all happy her mate helped her.

She does surpise you, though. Even though she does it each time. How she piles her feathers you preened of her feathers. How she won't let you touch a single one, sending a glare your way if you so much as do.

Going through each and every feathers inspecting them as if searching for something. Then, the most acceptable ones she'll put a smaller pile wings puffing as she looks for the single best feathers.

She accepts no less than perfection after all.

Then once she finds it? She'll go to you- presenting it to you- insisting you inspect it for yourself and wait. Wait for you to accept or reject her feather.

Of course you accept-

Then she's all pridful. For getting the best feather for her mate. How you approved of her choice.

Of course if you have wings? Shell insists on preening you herself. She knows it's an intimate thing. How sometimes it does lead.. to more but. She thinks it's more special if she herself does it for you... ironic since she hardly accepts your help but. She does her best

You do have to show her- tell her if she's being to rough. After all? She doesn't know how to be gentle with anything much less wings

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #sera seraphim #hazbin hotel sera #sera x reader #vaggie #vaggie x reader #hazbin hotel vaggie x reader #hazbin hotel vaggie

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slafkovskys · 3 months

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FIX IT.

warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of separation/divorce, angst

gwen is sitting on the ridiculously oversized couch when he lets himself in after his attempts at knocking seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. she’s got her legs tucked underneath her in a pair satin, striped pajama bottoms, a t-shirt with the neck so worn out it slouched off of one shoulder, and her wide eyes that were hidden behind her thick rimmed glasses were watching his every move.

he doesn’t miss the pair of heels or the blue dress crumpled in a ball on the floor, the same one she was wearing when he left her standing in the hallway of the reception hall just three weeks earlier, or the wine glasses that were lined up in a messy row beside the sink. something pulls on his heart strings when he hears her sniffle.

this was the first time that he had seen her cry and he was- well, he was the reason.

“you came back?” she whispers, voice scratchy.

“safiya says you haven’t been to work,” he says and her frown deepens, “that’s not like you.”

she looks away, “i had some things that i needed to figure out and, uh, i already had the time off, so.”

that’s right. she had taken just over two weeks away from her company to fly with him to slovakia to see his home country and to meet his family for the first time, but instead of boarding that flight with her by his side directly after the reception, juraj boarded the plane alone. he would spend his entire trip that way, dodging his friends and family’s questions about where the woman he was supposed to bring with him had gone.

some had even asked if she was ever real. regretfully in those first few days when the wound was still fresh, juraj had wished that she wasn’t.

he shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans and narrows his eyes, “why did you lie?”

“juraj, i never lied-”

“never said that you were married.”

“because i forgot!” she exclaims quickly, eyes going wide at her own outburst. he watches as she deflates against the cushions, “i know that you don’t owe me anything, but if you would just let me explain everything, or try to. i just need you to know that i never meant for you to find out like this.”

“did you mean for me to find out at all?”

gwen takes a shuddering breath, “juraj, please.”

and he knows that she’s at her weakest when she asks, so he doesn’t utter another word. instead, he takes a seat on the couch across from her and stares, waiting for the answers he’s been trying to come up with since he had left.

“i was eighteen,” she starts, ripping off the bandage she had for so long kept concealed from everyone, “i thought i was in love. he moved here for college and i wanted to follow him so badly, but my mom wouldn’t let me. ‘don’t follow him around,’ she would say, ‘you need to spread your wings, learn about gwen before going off with a boy,’ but i didn’t listen. why should i? he swore that he loved me and we were going to have everything in the world and-”

she pauses to take a breath, staring down at her hands. her nails had grown so far away from her cuticles, not having had the slightest urge to fix them. she feels the all too familiar feeling of a tear gliding down her face and she huffs. she couldn’t believe that after all of the crying she allowed herself to do over the last few weeks, she had any tears left.

“i believed him. so i followed him here, to montreal. we got married in a small ceremony in his friend’s backyard. i wasn’t even going to tell my family because i knew how they would react and i was right. i still don’t know how they found out, but on our wedding day there were three car loads of my relatives outside trying to talk me out of it.”

“that’s how aidan was a flower boy?”

“it was him or no one and the kid would’ve done anything for ten bucks,” she cracks just the faintest hint of a smile at the memory of her nephew dropping flowers they’d ripped off of a neighbor’s bush down on the ground. “we were kids. we all were just kids. my mom was crying and i know that it wasn’t because she was happy. my brother had to be pulled back down when they asked if there were objections- there were just so many signs and i didn’t take any of them.

“and things were good at first. he was going to school for his technology stuff and i was working at a coffee shop,” juraj makes a noise at the revelation, “i helped him study as much as i could and it started to interest me too, but we didn’t have the money for us both to be in school. he was able to land this once in a lifetime opportunity during his third year interning at one of the biggest companies in the province. the only problem was that he had to travel, but i knew that there would be sacrifices.

“he was gone a lot, but he would always come back with these stories and one thing about him? he could tell a story. but while i wanted our marriage to be just him and i, he wanted it to be him, me, and victoria from saskatoon,” she watches as juraj’s face falls, “he would go there for ‘work trips’ but all it took was a simple google search to tell me that there isn’t shit to do with tech in saskatoon. that and i called his office and asked when they would be home from their trip, only to find out that there was never any trip.”

“g, i’m sorry,” he’s sincere when he says it and she can only shrug, letting out a choked off laugh, “i don’t think it’s funny.”

“they have two kids now and she tries to contact me sometimes because she thinks we’re friends all because he’s cheating on her too,” juraj makes a shocked face and she nods, “but, anyway, i had my things packed and was gone before he could come home. i had my own friends, thankfully, who let me stay with them until i could get on my feet.

“he never tried to contact me again and i didn’t even want to think about him. i just-” she finds it in herself to look juraj in the eyes, “i couldn’t really afford to get divorced at the time and staying married to him wasn’t really hurting me. we had to be separated for a certain amount of time before i could file anyway and by the time that period was up, i had already thrown myself into building something of my own, something that i could be proud of. juraj, i forgot that it had even happened until aidan brought it up.”

“how do you forget that you are married? that doesn’t make sense to me.”

“he’s the reason that i am the way that i am, juraj. after i left, i threw myself into work. i started from the bottom and worked my way up the chain just to prove that i could. he was the first person that i had loved, so he was what i thought it was like. i depended on him, put all of my trust into him for three years just to have it gone after a single phone call. i couldn’t put myself through that again,” she admits, “but there you were in the grocery store that day, trying to get stuff for your stupid smoothies and then you bought me a drink with that smile on your face and for the first time in a long time, i felt something.”

“that’s why it took you so long to be with me?” he clarifies.

“because i didn’t want to get hurt again,” she nods.

juraj is quiet. he stares at her as if looking for a sign that anything she had told him wasn’t true, but that was seemingly nonexistent. he blinks, “this is the only thing that you’ve never told me?”

“i promise.”

“i want you to divorce, for real,” he doesn’t know the right words to convey what he means, but he can tell that she understands, “my mother wouldn’t want me to bring home a married woman.”

“i have a meeting with my lawyer in the morning to see what i have to do to get it finalized. you can come, if you want?” she offers nervously. he doesn’t know if she’s asking for his sake or her own, but he agrees and she visibly sighs in relief. she quirks an eyebrow not a moment later, “you still want me to meet your mom?”

“when i met you, i told her that i met the only woman i am ever bringing to her home. she has not stopped talking about meeting you since.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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Aita for lieing to my mom for 6 years about a guy I dated?

🤐🇮🇪 <- so I notice me. This sounds bad but all things considered, i think I'm justified at least.

Tw for domestic abuse, physical abuse, fighting and non-explicit mentions of many other forms of abuse.

So in 7th grade grade I (12/13f at the time) was dating a guy named Jay(13/14m at the time)(not his real name and we were in the same grade) for about three months. I had a crush on him for years before we dated so I was ecstatic when he finally asked me out. Looking back now at 22, I can see he pitied me as i was very unpopular and no one wanted to be around me due to the fact I was very nerdy and very autisitc(I have a mental disability). He used me for sexual things and it wasn't super healthy but I was just happy to be getting attention as neither my school nor home life was safe from abuse/bullying.

Towards the end of those three months, an incident occured. Me and Jay were working on a mutural computer lab project that should of only tooken a week but the day we were set to start, jay had iss (in-school suspension. I don't know why). I needed his choice for a song because the project couldn't start without choosing it and he wasn't texting me and was being petty and whiny about it. Finally he picked some pop 2010s song and I got started. He was in the suspension for half the week so I was the one who did a majority of the project.

When he finally came back, he was being demanding and a jerk and I said fine, I'll do my own project and you can do yours, I wanted to do firework by katy perry anyway. He then demanded my part of the project since I wasn't doing that song anymore and I told him no and when he demanded it again, I deleted it infornt of him. Typical preteen arguments right? Well he slapped me. In front of all of his laughing friends. He'd never done that before and even though I had previous experience with physical abuse(a few instances with my dad but my mom didn't see it till much later after this incident. This is important.), never from a partner.

I don't remember too much as I saw red and reacted before I could think but I do remember ripping him out of his chair, throwing him on the floor and punching him in the chest and face a few times while his friends cheered me on in surprise. I was an average height but underweight and he was both taller than me and almost 300 lbs but it felt so easy. Once I was done I got up, told the teacher I was doing it on my own, aced the project while he failed and none of my bullies ever tried to physically fight me again. I went from nerdy shy weird pushover girl to scary strong weird girl and I'm ok with that. He hit first.

Even though we eventually broke up, we made up and it was something we joked about together as i didn't realize how serious that was at the time. But my mom did realize how serious it was and tried to explain to me how bad that was, that I should never let a partner hit me and she never wanted to see me talking to him again. She was being responsible but I was 13 and riding off the excitement of showing a guy I liked what for that we dated again not a month after we broke up. Except this time I wasn't dating Jay Lastname, I was dating "Sean mcduffin" or at least that's what i called him around family and because my mom never saw or met jay, she didnt recognize sean.

Our second time around only lasted another three months before we broke up and we're friends all through the rest of our school years, never more, but my mom still called him Sean because we'll.. I told her that was Sean and I couldn't back out now. I'm gonna shift gears for a second so stick with me.

I had gone through two extremely abusive relationships back to back from one in sophomore year (sexual and emotional abuse) and one in senior year (sexual, physical, religious and emotional abuse) and my mom didn't learn until a year later after I graduated. After my mom learned about it and the extent of the abuse with my father, she helped me heal and eventually started asking questions about the relationships and my dad and I answered her as were the closest weve ever been. She off handedly compared the one in senior year to the incident with Jay and then said how happy i seemed with Sean right after made her relax and hope i wouldnt be in another abusive relationship and it hadn't hurt me too badly.

I then realized I had never explicitly told her Jay and Sean were the same person and I had lied to her when I said they weren't (she had suspicions but never proof and trusted me). So I told her they were the same person and she got this very defeated look on her face. I apologized as I realized that was kinda shitty of me because my mom was just trying to protect me but I can also see why a 13 yr old who grew up in parental abuse wouldn't nessesarily take domestic abuse seriously. She just signed and said she wishes I was honest and I shouldn't of lied about it because it was serious. I explained my side but we eventually just moved on to talk further into our initial topic and she's not brought it up since.

I can see where I was the little 13 yr old asshole but I can also see why I wouldn't of taken the lie as seriously as I should due to my history. He never hit or hurt me again and I never heard of him doing it again so I guess i desuaded him from a life of abuse. Idk. Was I the asshole? Me and him don't talk anymore and since getting therapy, I've realized what a shitty person he was to me before, during and after our small relationship.

(small context: we were school friends only, he never really came over to my house or met my family more than once the second time we dated and I didn't talk about him as much after the second break up due to my focus on friends shifting from school friends to my girl scout troop. We were inseparable in school but outside of it, we rarely spoke.)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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jonahmagnus · 23 days

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How I think the TOH characters would react to you asking their pronouns:

1) Luz Noceda

Start of season one: "Uh, she/her! I think."

By the end of season one: "She/her! For noww~..." *double pistols and a wink*

Season two: "She/they baby! What about you?"

Season three: "She/they, but I dont really care."

Post show: "Ehhh, call me whatever. Follow your heart! See where the wind takes you. Look into the sunset. Listen to the whistle of the sea breeze. The answer lies within your heart, you just have to listen" *leaves before you can figure out what the fuck that means*

2) Gus Porter

"He/they, thanks for asking!" Hes a gay ally at the start of season one, but only because he learned about how humans are opporessed for "being happy" in their realm and that broke his heart so much he swore to stand by any "gay" human he ever found. So he self-identifies as an ally dispite being literally bisexual. Luz considers explaining what gay means in human modern context, but decides this is funnier, and then forgets about it.

3) Willow Park

Start of season one: "O-oh! She/they, thanks for asking! What about you?" A little unsure of herself gender wise but is coming into it

By season two: "They/She! What about you?" *Winks* By this point shes grown into herself and identifies as nonbinary. However, hes still not ready to peer into the depths of his soul and acknowledge the true hidden truth at the bottom there. No little plant boy dont internalize that!!!!

Post-show: "She/he/they, thanks for asking!" This is still fully a lie but he plays cat and mouse with his own gender for a couple years after the show. Literally refuses to think about it. He has other shit going on (he doesnt).

Finally, post-post-show: "He/him! Yours?" He is a nonbinary butch womanthing. Thank god he finally figured that out. Amity and Gus quietly exchange their bet money. Amity won.

4) Amitt Blight

Season one: "She/her. What do you want." I loved her bitch era it was so fun.

Season two: "She/they! Uh, thanks... for asking? Am I supposed to ask for yours now?" Still figuring out the proper etiquette. God bless her soul.

Season 3: "Oh, she/they. You?" This social script is so ingrained in her autistic speech patterns and mind that she acidentally said it to a cafe worker once and she almost turned herself into goo. Rip autopilot girlie......

Post-show: "She/they! :) What about yours?" She is secure in her answer now 👍 a certified category five nonbinary woman moment.

5) Hunter Noceda

Season one: "My..... whats?" You try to explain what they are to him and he says "My uncle says gender is a sin and I should never fall into it lest my soul be lost. And I dont know what that means but I dont want him to be mad at me so. Bye" and then he would flee the scene at 300mph and have a panic attack about in the closet.

Season two: "Oh... uh.... he... him?? I think??" *remembers youre supposed to ask something back* "Why do you need to know that" he sounds increasingly desperate as he realizes the social script for this conversation is slipping from his grasp, much like his current sanity.

Season 3: "Oh, oh, uhm, he/him, I guess" He sounds VERY unsure about that. You eye the book in his shoulder bag, and he shuffles awkwardly.

Post-show: "They/he!" They say, still a little haltingly. You nod like you believe it.

Post-post-show: "They...he... it? I mean I like they and it the most but Uhm he is still fine its fine like Im still a human. Im still a human... man" okay Hunter, for sure.

Post-post-post-post-show: "she...they?????" Sure Hunter

Post-post-post-post-post-show: "she/IT???" she shoulds desperate. Okay hunter.

Post-post-post-post-post-postshow: "It/its, but she/her is fine as well. Uh, thanks for asking. Uh. You?" There we go. Glad you finally came to this realization. The Murderbot Diaries would have irreversible affects on its gender.

#the owl house #toh #hunter noceda #amity blight #willow park #gus porter #luz noceda #LOL. lmao even #In honor of the TOH pilot leaking <3 #long post #tag #gender headcanons

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Hey can I get a request of yandere Shiva and wives with wife emperor reader who happened to be the first female emperor of Japan and she's fighting in Ragnarok and she does something shocking because when she's with them she act all sweet and innocent but when she really fights she's a menace to society reality and it was well known when her opponent says who she was it was shocking to the gods that she had killed over 3,000 different other emperors and around the world and after the fight of Ragnarok she's with her sons just two sons and three male concubines how would Shiva and wives react to this

-Shiva was impressed when he first met you- you were stunningly beautiful, elegant and graceful, but when he learned that you were the first empress of Japan, taking the position from those who cared not for the people they ruled over, by force.

-Looking at you, Shiva, Kali, Durga, and Parvati, all couldn’t believe that you were a warrior, you looked nothing like a warrior- you looked so dainty, like you had never even seen a weapon in your life!

-They found a good friend in you, and you found friends in them, which slowly turned into something more, they would flirt with you to get you flustered, but on rare occasions you could turn it back on them, and fluster them, which was rather amusing.

-When they asked you to become a part of their family, becoming Shiva’s fourth, you told them that they would need to accept those who are already in your family first.

-The following day, you brought your two sons, aged four and six, who were your pride and joy, and your 3 male concubines, who had ascended with you when you fell in battle, as you died to protect them.

-Your concubines were the men you loved, not the emperor you had been forced to marry and sire his sons, but you took his throne and his life after threatening your oldest while you were pregnant and that’s when you became to ultimate power in Japan.

-They were always so soft with you, pampering you and treating you like you were a delicate flower, but they were the first to be on standby to hold your flower hair pins as you rushed into combat.

-Shiva took to your sons so easily, as did his own son, Ganesha, and soon the eleven of you were a big happy family- melding together to become one giant family, with Shiva at the top, followed by his four wives.

-Your concubines were loyal to you, but became friend with Shiva’s wives and Shiva himself, and Shiva enjoyed having other men to talk to, while you enjoyed having other women to talk to.

-However, when Ragnarok was announced, and both you and Shiva were selected to fight on opposing sides, there was quite a bit of retaliation, as Shiva didn’t want to risk his family.

-In the end, you both agreed to fight, but the stipulation being that you would not fight against each other, something both Zeus and Brunnhilde agreed on.

-Shiva fought in the middle of the tournament, while you were the finale, as Brunnhilde felt like you would be better suited against someone else.

-Heimdall pointed at your entrance as drums began to sound, “Don’t underestimate this next opponent! She was the first Empress of Japan and she took it by force- making all others submit to her power and in turn led Japan into prosperity!!”

-Your family all cheered loudly for you, including Shiva and his wives, who were in the infirmary, watching the fight there as Shiva was finishing with his treatment.

-You walked out, wearing a formal kimono, holding a bisento, your weapon of choice, a smirk on your face, looking unlike your normal self, you looked like a warrior ready to fight.

-Your opponent was a god of the dead, one who was known to be cruel and vile, and he smirked, thinking this was going to be easy and summoned several warriors you had faced on earth, “Let’s see you handle all these!!”

-You charged in easily, handling business, decapitating and ripping one’s heart out from his chest, you looked so violent, so scary!

-You heard your boys cheering for you, “Go mama!!” you smiled up at them, your smile turning sweet as you looked at them, before you turned to your gawking opponent, “How did you do that?!”

-You spun your weapon around with ease and grace, “These measly few are nothing compared to the three thousand I faced off against on my own until my soldiers arrived, but by then- these cowards were already running.”

-Many were stunned, hearing of your past, before many people, both historians and those who were there, confirmed that you held back an enemy army on your own, while six months pregnant with just your bow, your bisento, and whatever weapon you took from those who had fallen.

-Shiva was stunned to hear this, they all were, they knew you were a warrior, but to hear of your greatest battle- they couldn’t believe it!

-You stood as the victor at the end, winning humanity their salvation. You were banged up but nothing you couldn’t handle as everyone cheered, celebrating your win.

-Your sons and concubines rushed the field, hugging you tightly which made you smile warmly, embracing them all before you heard, “Y/N!!” and you turned, seeing Shiva and you co-wives running towards you, joining in the hug which made you grin.

-Zeus was impressed with your power and granted your wish to bring all those who fell back to life, including your opponent, making all praise your kind heart.

-You smiled, seeing the reunions, including Shiva’s new friend, Raiden, which did make you smile, as you cracked a joke to your co-wives, “Looks like our little family will be getting bigger.” They laughed, finding it amusing, but they were quick to agree, seeing the brotherhood bond between your husband and his opponent.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror shiva

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cryonme · 2 years

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𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱)

—Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

—summary: you need him like water, he thinks that you're alright. based on complex (demo) by katie gregson-macleod

—word count: 1.6k

— tw: very brief smut ( minors…. stop right there! ), mentions of blood and suicide (nothing actually violent or gory just mentions of it), lots of self deprecation, depression, swearing, alcohol. angst angst angst hurt with no comfort

a/n: ummm... sorry in advance for this, this one hurts lol. also… probably the first n last time i write any kind of smut lol.

song lyrics for reference:

I’m 21 The edge is razor thin Between being numb And feeling everything Good days only serve as relief again

Now I’m watching as I waste away my days And then It’s a cross dissolve It’s a scene I’ve played before And the leading role that I thought I’d hold Doesn’t listen to me anymore

But I’m wearing his boxers I’m being a good wife We won’t be together But maybe the next life

I need him like water He lives on a landslide I cry in his bathroom He turns off the big light

I’m being the cool girl I’m keeping it so tight I carry home while My friends have a good night

I need him like water He thinks that I’m alright I’m not feeling human I think he’s a good guy

But it’s complex It’s a complex It’s a complex I’m a complex

Triangular I can see them now Three points at which I let myself down I was just a girl What’s the excuse now?

Too regular This pattern I’ve been taking shelter in Reaching new highs When I was 19 I wanted to die

Now I just want to kill you But I don’t want to paint you the victim And I talk a good game I’d die for you just the promise you’d listen

But I’m wearing his boxers I’m being a good wife We won’t be together But maybe the next life

I need him like water He lives on a landslide I cry in his bathroom He turns off the big light

I’m being the cool girl I’m keeping it so tight I carry home while My friends have a good night

I need him like water He thinks that I’m alright I’m not feeling human I think he’s a good guy

But it’s complex It’s a complex It’s a complex I’m a complex

You were beginning to feel normal again.

Whatever sadness your brain had plagued your body with that kept you chained to your room had begun to heal, and you felt like you could see again. No thick fog of heaviness that kept you from seeing your hands outstretched in front of your face.

You were smiling.

Your friends had noticed too, they saw the lightness that followed you when you actually made small talk when you ventured into the kitchen instead of desperately trying to bury yourself as deep into your hoodie and hold your blanket as tightly as possible around you.

You went out for drinks with your roommates and friends. You ordered an appetizer and you ate it. You made eye contact with the waitress and thanked her genuinely as she collected your menu. You laughed about old stories and gasped and reacted accordingly to the new ones hitting your ears.

You were fucking normal again.

But, one thing you learned as you got to know yourself, is nothing ever lasted for you.

The only thing that stuck around and made itself constant was Conrad Fisher.

That gorgeous, wicked grin of a man.

He had you wrapped around his finger and he knew it, he fucking knew it. He knew how you loved him so desperately that it made you feel small, pathetic. Nothing but a small fly sat on the rubber of his shoe.

But if you were to be anything to Conrad Fisher, you’d settle for a fly. Because at least you could stay close to him.

Conrad: can you come get me

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to scream and cry until you ripped your own hair from the scalp and you wanted to flip over this table and smash every glass and plate in the restaurant, making everyone around you bloody and bruised but you wouldn’t care because at least you wouldn’t be alone.

You: I’m busy.

You shoved your phone in your pocket and tried to breathe. You tried to focus on your friends in front of you, your friends who love you so much and had been there through every unbearable second of the past few months. The friends who loved you through the hard times when Conrad was absent. Your friend caught your eye and her smile faltered.

She knew that look.

That was the “Conrad Fisher just texted me and he needs me and for some reason, no matter how badly I don’t want to, I have to go” look.

Conrad: please.

And so you did.

You told everyone you had a headache, something in your cocktail just wasn’t right and it was making you queasy. They all nodded and begged you not to apologize but they shared knowing looks with each other once your presence was absent from the table. They discussed how they weren’t angry, just simply so worried for what this was going to look like when Conrad Fisher decided to throw you out.

Conrad texted you the information of the bar he was at. He had one too many and he couldn’t walk home alone, nor did any of his friends want to leave just yet.

“Hey, baby.” Conrad greeted you as he unwound his arm from around a girl you didn’t recognize, and slung it around you. “Y’look pretty.”

His words were slurring and his eyelids were slumped and his grin was lopsided but god, the ache in your chest only worsened because he was just so beautiful.

You knew his friends probably made fun of you when you weren’t around. Probably talked about how lucky Conrad was that he had a girl so completely enthralled in him that she didn’t care if she embarrassed herself by continuing to show up for him even though he never returned the favor.

“Conrad’s got a girlfriend with no strings attached.” You’d heard one of them say once.

Conrad had been there. He just simply laughed and shook his head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and saying, “We’re just really close, that’s all.” And you’d smile and nod, words of thanks leaving your mouth when his friends told you how cool you were.

That motherfucker. He knows it isn’t true.

“Yeah. I was with friends.” You said, politely smiling and bidding hellos/ goodbyes to all of his friends as you began to turn, making your way out of the bar with Conrad’s bodyweight clinging to you like a weighted blanket.

But at least you were holding him.

Conrad didn’t respond. He just continued to stumble down the street.

You knew the way to his apartment perfectly, having been to this bar then back to his apartment multiple times, and it was only a couple of blocks. So you trudged on, trying as hard as you could not to think about the fact you were carrying him home while your friends had a good night.

Conrad’s lips on yours was something that felt so beautiful yet so deeply hideous. Like sipping on a delicious cocktail full of liquor and sugar, not caring about the headache and nausea it was going to greet you with in the morning.

You were drunk on him. Completely wasted, but you didn’t care because how could you even think about tomorrow when he was pressed up against you like this?

“Need to hear your words, baby.” He breathed against your skin, pressing hot kisses down the scape of your neck.

“Please.” The word slipped from your lips like a plea, your voice cracking pathetically because, god, you needed him so badly. You needed him like water to your tongue and air to your lungs.

“Good girl.” Conrad praised before he slipped inside of you and you cried out, a sinful moan spilling past your lips and drenching Conrad in pride. He loved the way he made you feel, the pretty noises he elicited from your throat because he knew the exact spots and movements that turned you into a mess around him and he loved it.

And when it was over he’d gently pull you into his bathroom, he’d coo at the whimpers leaving your throat from the sensitivity as he cleaned you up. He’d bring you a pair of boxers and a tee shirt to wear, then he’d turn off the lights and crawl into his bed with his back facing you, not even uttering a simple “Goodnight.”

You’d cry in his bathroom once you could hear his breaths deepen and once you’d start you could hardly stop. Terrible gasps and sobs would fill the dark bathroom as you released every emotion you felt towards Conrad Fisher. Anger, sadness, regret, love, absolute fucking devotion.

You would wake up on the bathroom floor from the small light from the crack of the curtains spilling into the room and you’d slip into bed before Conrad woke up.

You would arise when he did and you’d smile when he rasped out “Good morning.”

You’d start a pot of coffee and you’d make him his own, just the way he likes it. You’d leave it on the counter for him as you gathered your things, discarding his boxers and tee shirt into the laundry basket and you’d slowly slip on your outfit from the night before, knowing you’d have to endure judgemental stares and giggles from people passing by you on the straight because of the very obvious walk of shame you were trekking.

He wouldn’t offer to drive you home, why would he?

“Why are you sulking?” He asked from his position in bed, scrolling through his phone.

He went off script.

“I’m not sulking.”

“Why’d you sleep on the bathroom floor then?”

You froze.

“Excuse me?”

Conrad rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid. I know you slept on the bathroom floor.”

You were panicking trying as hard as you could to muster up words, some kind of excuse, anything else besides the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“I wanted to.”

Conrad raised his eyebrows. He didn’t believe you. Of course he didn’t, it was a dumb excuse. A dumb excuse that made you want to face palm yourself as hard as you could, hopefully knocking some sense into you.

“You wanted to?”

“I wanted to.”

“Okay.”

You went home without another word, he didn’t even walk you to the door because why the fuck would he? This meant nothing to him.

You meant nothing to him.

You were slipping again, just as quickly as you began to mend, your wounds began to reopen. Nasty, stinging, hideous wounds that invisibly decorated your body began to split, and you were nothing but empty and embarrassed. No longer human, only the broken and stained shell of the girl you once were.

All this pain, over a stupid boy.

A stupid boy that you were now sat next to, in a bar with all your mutual friends, being the cool girl once again.

He had that stupid fucking charming smile plastered on his face and you wanted to kill him. God, you wanted to fuck him then kill him over and over again until your skin was tinted red and your lips were bruised.

You never would.

Of course you wouldn’t.

Why would you want to when there was always the sliver of a chance that he’d text you, “I need you”.

It would forever be complex, the way you loved Conrad Fisher and the way he loved to keep you around. Maybe, somewhere deep down he loved you too but didn’t know how to show it. But, the possibility of him just loving your convenience and eager willingness to spread your legs for him, and only him, was much more believable.

A complex.

like i said….. so sorry.

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CHAPTER TWO

unwanted houseguest .ᐟ

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“fate is a dangerous thing,” the male in front of seonghwa hummed, slipping off the gloves that hugged his hands with ease, “but history, more often than not,” he lifted his body off the seat, “repeats itself.”

seonghwa scoffed, “i lost her three times to san, i’m not letting that happen again,” sharply replying before he lifted himself from his chair as well

their eyes locked, seonghwa shaking his head before he broke the eye contact, “hongjoong, you’re in control of fate and the doomed reality of it,” his jaw clenched, “so stop talking as if you don’t make the conscious decison to keep bringing y/n back just for them to be ripped away again,” he stepped closer to the male

“because this time i’m not playing nice.”

hongjoong looked up at seonghwa, a devilish grin on his lips, “i think you forgot about the others, hwa,” his voice taunting before he flicked his hand upward, the velvet sheet that covered the picture behind them falling off with the gush of wind hongjoong granted, “san isn’t the only one you want to focus your need for justice on.”

grabbing hongjoong by the collar of his shirt, seonghwa’s shaky breath ghosted over the male’s lips before he harshly shoved him to the wall with a thud, “like i said, hongjoong, i’m not playing nice this time.”

two days.

it had been two days since you sealed the confirmation of your soon to be wedding with your soon to be husband — those words coming out of your mouth and even sitting in your head alone, made you want to curl up and melt within the blankets that felt just more suffocating and tight no matter how much you tried to make them comfortable again

your suitcase laid closed and ready for the night that will follow later on today, seonghwa saying you had to stay with him and there will be no objections to the offer—if it even was one in the first place, you didn’t have a choice nor say so in the matter—

“you never told me about him,” your mother had said when you mentioned seonghwa and the marriage, along with the fact you would be moving out so suddenly, though, apparently you had been living under some rock

seonghwa may have been the god of death, but here, he was just as feared and successful without the known title you were aware of — i guess when you lived so long through many decades and lifetimes, you learn a thing or two.

of course, your mother had doubts on why park seonghwa would even glance your way and if you were being truthful — that was until he showed up in his suit and took you by the hand, kissing the top before smiling, “my spouse,”

your heart curled and squeezed in its place, the way he said those words made it seem as if this wasn’t the first time he called you something of the sorts, it felt all too familiar.

and now you laid here — staring at your ceiling in the dark with shallow breaths and a loud heartbeat, wondering why you didn’t second guess your decison and why it felt as if this was the only option you had. something that was made for you.

groaning, you turned to your side and saw something standing in the corner of your bedroom, between your dresser and suitcase that was on your desk, squeezing your eyes shut you hoped that when you opened them, it would be gone

and thankfully, it was.

until all ease faded and you felt a hand on your shoulder from behind you, causing you to react first and let out a scream, hand jerking to hit whatever it was behind you

“fuck!” a voice called out behind you in pain, you turning to see a male with black and white half colored hair, holding his nose

in fast reaction, you lifted yourself off the bed to grab whatever was close to you — the lamp seemed like the best option at the time before you cursed mentally at the stupid choice

“not gonna hurt you, y/n,” he muttered, standing on his feet

and before you could even ask why the hell he knew your name, you froze at the sudden speed he was able to take the lamp and throw it aside and have you up against a wall

gulping, you knew instantly he wasn’t human — and just like san who you learned was someone not to be trusted, the man in front of you held the same feeling of superiority

“who are you?” voice cracking as you asked, the tip of his shoe digging into your foot

humming, he seemed amused by your question, “kim hongjoong, one of seonghwa’s friends,” he smiled before a crash was heard in the living room

the only person you instantly thought about was your mother who was sleeping in the other room after a long shift, kneeing hongjoong in the stomach was enough for him to let you go in surprise and have you slip away to run to the other room, and that’s where seonghwa was staring back at you

“seonghwa?” you asked

but with the way his face was, you knew instantly not to test his patience nor be noncompliant

“hwa! we were just messing around, don’t—“

“shut up, hongjoong,” seonghwa spat, his hand reaching your wrist to tug you close to his body, a breath escaping your lips as soon as you collided with his hard chest

pouting, hongjoong put his hand over his chest to mock offense, “i did nothing wrong,” he whined

you wanted to protest, fingernails sinking into seonghwa’s wrist who didn’t show any reaction to the sudden sharpness, instead, it only made him groan in a way you never would imagine hearing just yet, and his eyes lowering to you before they went back to hongjoong, jaw clenched, “hongjoong, i told you i wasn’t going to be nice this time, i think you lack the braincells of understanding.”

“when you’re in charge of everyone’s doom and fate, i think it’ll do that to you,” hongjoong humored before he laughed, “you can say the same, seonghwa, we’re partners in crime afterall,” he looked at the male beside you, seonghwa’s grip only tightening

“i choose their fate, you make it happen, let’s not forget our favorite trio who partake—“

“enough,” seonghwa yelled, the frames hanging on the wall falling onto the ground and shattering

and the one voice you dreaded hearing, not wanting her to get involved, was heard — your mother calling your name from the other room

hongjoong and seonghwa looked at each other — you could see the two contrastingly different approahces and gazes between them

“y/n, get your suitcase and meet me in the car, i’ll handle the rest,” seonghwa whispered in your ear

“they’re back?” wooyoung questioned, legs that were propped up by the desk moving to the side so he could focus his attention better on san who had just walked in with an announcement

“round four, or is it five?” san humored, eyes looking at his glass of red wine and swirling the liquid around before taking a sip, “you think seonghwa is gonna go easy this time?”

wooyoung shook his head, “definitely not—with the last time and how that happened, pretty sure if that was you, you wouldn’t either.”

san scoffed, “i’m the fucking god of dread and terror, how else am i going to pass time?”

wooyoung dramatically sighed, “sometimes i wonder why we’re together,”

before san could open his mouth to dissent for the hundredth time they weren’t together — two new voices were down the hall, the entrance showing mingi and jongho

“ah! there you guys are!” wooyoung whined, getting up to bring the two in further with a smile

mingi groaned, shoving the bubbly male away in annoyance, “cut to the chase, woo, why are we here? where are the others?”

jongho nodded, letting wooyoung grab him and hug him despite the scowl on his face showing he did not appreciate the gestures he was being given, “where’s hongjoong?”

setting his glass down, san cleared his throat, “everyone else is doing their jobs, you two are the only ones i knew would come.”

mingi’s attention focused on san, scoffing, “there hasn’t been a war in a while, i could be given a thank you maybe?” he rolled his eyes but laughed to show his humor

jongho shot his hands up in defense, “time will only tell.”

“for the last time stop making time jokes, we get it, you’re the god of time,” mingi swatted the back of jongho’s head who smacked him in the chest in response

wooyoung curled up on the couch, patting the two open spots next to him for the others who took them, san sitting across from them

“they’re back,” was the first thing san said after the hiatus of silence

jongho’s head was the first to shoot up in response, “does seonghwa know?”

“does he know? they’re married now,” san scoffed, mimicking jongho’s question in a mocking tone

wooyoung groaned, “i hate that he didn’t do it properly!”

“i mean, would you? seonghwa had been waiting another fucking century, i doubt he was thinking of your stupid traditions,” mingi retorted

wooyoung replied back with a dramatic sigh and fake passing out before he opened his eyes and kicked mingi, “jokes on you, everyone seems to go along with them!”

“not us,” the other three replied in unison

“whatever..” wooyoung mumbled

“..anyways, seonghwa knows they’re back and is making sure he gets everything right this time, huh?” mingi went back to the previous and more important topic

san nodded, “he has the list too, we all know what happens when its all checked off.”

the three nodded.

“do you think they’re ready for that?” jongho asked, more so in genuine worry for you than him mocking and making fun of you, “if they already agreed to marrying seonghwa, then—“

“that’s the thing, they did,” san looked at him jongho who inhaled a deep breath, shaking his head

“and we of all people know, seonghwa likes to leave out the most important thing until the last minute.”

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meraki24601 · 11 months

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Hi could you write something about a mute villain (since birth) who is being tortured by heroes team (like hurt every time they don’t answer a question). And as soon as villain passes out it clicks in hero’s mind that something isn’t right. It’s a quest to stop superhero’s torture session but hero manages and takes villain home. They wake up to soft humming and a hand carding thought their hair. Lots of fluff then

Thankss

Oh, that's good! I really like that prompt! I wanted to do more with this but it was already so long lol. Hope you enjoy!

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Muted

Teammate dragged Villain into the base, unconscious and bleeding, nearly an hour ago.

They claimed they found Villain all alone in an alleyway. They also claimed the knife sticking out of their stomach wasn’t theirs. Based on the scrapes and budding bruises, Teammate wasn’t gentle when carrying the injured criminal back to their hideout. Superhero clapped Teammate on the back before dragging Villain to an interrogation room instead of the infirmary.

Supervillain has been Superhero’s worst enemy since they discovered Superhero’s identity and slowly killed everyone with any connection to Hero’s mentor. Now that Superhero had Villain, Supervillain’s right-hand man, Hero wasn’t sure they wanted to see how far Superhero was willing to go for revenge. When Superhero asked Hero to bring a surgical table from Medbay to Interrogation, they breathed a sigh of relief. It made sense to want to keep the dangerous criminal contained. They could administer first aid with relative safety.

Agonized screams echoing through the hall erased Hero’s hope for a peaceful resolution to the long day.

“Tell me! Where is Supervillain’s base?” Superhero yelled as Hero pushed the surgical table through the interrogation room door. Villain smiled from their spot on the floor under Superhero. Teammate held their arms as Superhero dragged the knife slowly out of their stomach, simultaneously removing the long blade and ripping the wound open even further. Hero thought they might throw up as Villain’s face twisted in pain.

The moment the tip of the blade left their body, Villain’s smirk returned, if a little more tired than before. “Smile all you want,” Superhero whispered as they wiped the blood from the knife on Villain’s cheek, “I’ll break you soon enough.”

Hero made a small noise to alert the three of their arrival. Superhero and Teammate immediately jumped up and tossed Villain on the table, strapping them down tightly. They didn’t watch how Villain reacted to their abuse. They didn’t see the fear in Villain's eyes when their hands were tied down so tightly they could barely lift their fingers off the metal table. They didn’t see how badly Villain had already been broken.

What came next wasn’t a surprise to Hero. Superhero and Teammate were excellent fighters. With their size and appearance, they could often scare enemies into talking before they even asked the first question. Hero, on the other hand, was good with a knife.

Since Hero was smaller than the others, they were often the one the bad guys captured for information or ransom. They had been tortured and forced to torture others. Hero had learned from experience, and they remembered their lessons. It was a secret their team guarded fiercely. Also, one Superhero liked to force Hero to use to their advantage. So when Superhero handed Hero the knife, Hero wasn’t surprised.

Under Superhero’s merciless control, Hero took the knife to Villain. They tried to resist and hide how much pain they were in, but soon Villain was screaming loud enough Hero’s ears started to ring. Hero was careful to avoid actions that seemed to bring absolute terror to Villain’s eyes. They argued with Superhero and Teammate over how far they really needed to go.

Villain wasn’t going to talk. There was no resolve in Villain’s eyes. No fight or anything that could possibly be helping them guard their words. They hadn’t spoken a single word since they had arrived. No words of hate or pride. All Hero saw was fear and acceptance, and it didn’t make Hero feel very heroic.

Finally, Villain passed out and Superhero gave Hero a break. That was when everything started to make sense. While Superhero and Teammate discussed their next steps, Hero examined the knife they had been handed. Supervillain’s brand was burned into the blade.

Teammate hadn’t lied. Supervillain had stabbed Villain and left them for dead. Villain’s reactions had been strange for a reason. Now they were looking, Hero saw Villain’s hands twitching in a familiar pattern, even as they lay there, unconscious.

Hero jumped to their feet. “Let me take them home.”

Superhero laughed, “Home? You want to set our best chance at finding Supervillain free?”

“No. I want to take them home.” Hero started loosening the straps around Villain’s wrists. “My home.”

Superhero and Teammate didn’t care for the idea. They argued and yelled at Hero until Villain woke up. Immediately the two turned their anger on Villain. They screamed questions and hit their broken enemy until Villain again lost consciousness.

“That didn’t work, did it?” Hero asked. Superhero looked ready to hit Hero in Villain’s place, but Hero held up their hands in surrender. “Look, I’m the one who gets the information, right? What we’re doing here, I promise you right now, you’ll kill them before you get anything out of them. If you let me take them home, I can get them to talk. You have to trust me to do my job.”

Superhero let them go.

Villain didn’t wake up on the car ride to Hero’s house. Hero managed to clean Villain’s wounds and body, stitch and wrap their assorted cuts and injuries, and gather pain relievers and a warm cup of tea before Villain opened their eyes. Hero held Villain’s head in their lap, waiting patiently for their enemy to fully wake.

Eyes unfocused, Villain seemed confused as they looked around their new surroundings. They looked down at their unbound hands, then over to the TV turned down low for gentle background noise, then up at Hero. As expected, Villain jerked in Hero’s lap, trying to rise, but they cried out as the motion pulled at their wounds and collapsed back onto Hero’s lap.

Hero didn’t touch them. They waited until Villain’s breathing leveled out to speak, “It’s alright. You’re safe now, but I do need you to talk to me.”

Villain weakly shook their head with a small, strangled laugh. Hero cupped their cheek and Villain flinched away, their eyes stayed focused on Hero, “I mean it. I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t let Superhero or Teammate hurt you either. Now, I need to know how much pain you’re in so I know what to give you.”

Villain tried to turn their head away, but Hero held them still, using their free hand to sign “Talk.”

The shock in Villain’s eyes made Hero’s heart clench. Villain’s hands twitched up to reply, but they froze and slowly lowered them back to their sides. Hero could see the question in their eyes. Hero took their hand off Villain’s face, moving slowly, they signed, “My sister is deaf. Are you?”

Hero could see Villain’s hesitation, but also a touch of excitement as they simply replied, “Mute.”

“Thank you for telling me. 1-10, how much pain are you in?” When Villain signed their pain was an 8, Hero couldn’t help but sigh. “I’m sorry. I have some medicine I can give you if you’re comfortable taking it. I need to take some myself. I’m still recovering from my last injury.”

Villain seemed skeptical and watched as Hero left the couch to grab the medicine from the nearby bathroom. Hero grabbed the bottle but waited to pour out the pills until they were back in front of Villain. “One for me, one for you,” They groaned out loud as they offered Villain the first choice of the offered medicine. Hero couldn’t help the grin as Villain took one of the pills but waited to swallow it.

Hero sat next to them and poured both of them tea from the steaming pot on the coffee table. They handed Villain a cup and blew on their own before using the hot liquid to take their pill. Villain followed suit. Now came the hard part.

Carefully getting Villain’s attention, Hero signed, “I’m sorry for what Superhero made me do to you. I don’t blame you for not trusting me since until now we’ve been enemies, but can I ask you a question? Maybe we can take turns asking each other? You can refuse to answer if you want.”

Villain sighed, “Me first?”

“Sure. Ask away.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“No. Superhero might be out for revenge, but what they made me do before was not right. I refuse to kill. Especially when the person is a victim like I think you are. Now, can you tell me why Supervillain tried to kill you?”

Villain’s eyes darted to the floor. Their hands clutched at their stomach and slid over other wounds I hadn’t given them. As Villain’s chest started to heave with panic, Hero slid to the floor in front of them. Villain flinched and tried to stand, but their wounds caught and they collapsed back on the couch with a cry.

Hero slid their hands under Villains, not restraining them, but letting Villain hold them as tight as they needed. “It’s alright, Villain.” Hero spoke, “You’re safe. Supervillain isn’t going to hurt you. I’m going to hold you, okay? If you don’t want me to or if it becomes too much, push me away and I’ll let go. I promise.”

Ever so slowly, Hero slid back onto the couch and pulled Villain into their lap. They wrapped one arm around Villain, careful not to aggravate their injuries, and the other pushed Villain’s head down on their shoulder, carefully combing through their hair.

How long had Hero been fighting a victim? Did Villain ever actually want to work with Supervillain? Did Hero actually want to know the answer to those questions? Either way, as Villain raised their hands to talk, Hero knew they were about to find out.

Part 2

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somethinabouttwistedwonderland · 1 month

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Hello! I saw that matchups were open and thought I'd send in a request for Twisted Wonderland.

Appearance-wise I am a 165 cm tall, average build, Bangladeshi woman (She/her but also cool with they/them). I have wavy black hair that just reaches below my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez plus a hijab. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4

Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising (I act more like a Virgo, allegedly)

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual (demisexual?)

Personality traits: Calm, collected, polite, quiet, shy (but that can easily be mistaken for being aloof or done with everyone's shit (they aren't entirely wrong about the latter) (someone told me I radiate black cat energy), not very facially expressive (I'm the most emotional emotionless person I know. I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for), a good listener, hardworking (I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out), intelligent (especially with numbers. RIP impostor syndrome + gifted kid burnout syndrome. As much as I love my major, electrical engineering is kicking my ass). I am also the oldest of three sisters, so I'm good at handling kids (I'm also expected to be the perfect daughter, so... yea). Someone also told me I'm wise, but all that wisdom came from all the books I read + watching Avatar: The Last Airbender lmao. The same person also said my presence was therapeutic (paraphrasing, of course. Also, this is alleged)

Hobbies: Making art, making jewelry, reading, writing, animating (I'm relatively new to animation. I don't know what I'm doing most of the time, but I'm still having fun), basically anything creative. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia, and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours, and overall vibe of what I draw/paint. I also make jewelry from time to time

Likes: Classical music, lofi hip-hop, indie rpgs (Yume Nikki and Off have me in a chokehold, though not as tight as Obey Me, Court of Darkness, and Twisted Wonderland), tea, creative outlets. I also like to learn psychology

Dislikes: Cruelty, anyone who would dare to threaten my family or friends, loud noises, red meat (The texture is too much for me to handle), bright lights. I also dislike strong smelling things and being in crowded, noisy and bright environments for prolonged periods of time

What qualities do you look for in a partner? It may not look like it on the surface, but I'm a huge softie, I'd like anyone who I can feel safe talking to. They don't need to be perfect, I just need them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I also would not tolerate it if my partner belittles me or if they're just mean or rude for no apparent reason.

My love languages include making art for them and spending quality time

How do you want to receive affection? As I stated before, I would like them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I would also like physical touch and words of affirmation, but I can't guarantee I'll know how to react to that at first 🥲. It's gonna take some time for me to get used to it

I hope this is enough information. Thanks in advance if you choose to write this

I match you with...

KALIM AL ASIM

When you spoke about being an older sibling, it immediately reminded me of Kalim, and eventually I thought he might work!

Kalim, in all honesty, needs to work on how he handles himself around more reserved people. However, I think that the way you described your ideal partner lead me to think that Kalim was the best option.

Kalim is kind, generous, and is always looking out for the people he loves (even if he can be a tad dense at times.)

Kalim might be rather... erm... how can I say this in a polite way. stupid? Stupid in an endearing way. He'd always find time to make you happy and attend to your needs, however. He often says that teamwork is a valuable thing, and that's even truer in a relationship.

Despite often being unaware of the people around him, I think that after Jamil, Kalim is much more patient when it comes to listening to others, and is better at pulling his own weight. So, Kalim makes an effort to better make you comfortable since he knows your introverted nature can contrast with his own more extroverted one.

Kalim would always make time for you, ask your preferences for things, and generally try to make you as happy as possible. Kalim loves to have fun, and he has the most fun when he's with the people he loves, and that's you!

Receiving personally made gifts from you would make him incredibly happy, and to him they would be worth more than all of the treasures his family has.

Oftentimes, Kalim can treat you like a younger sibling moreso than a romantic partner, however, it's because he loves you and doesn't entirely get romance.

Speaking of younger siblings, he can relate to you by being an older sibling himself, and he's happy to introduce you to his many, MANY, younger brothers and sisters.

Now onto the part that made me unsure about Kalim for you. Kalim is VERY extroverted. He throws large parties and banquets quite often, and leaves Jamil to bear the weight of a lot of it. I assume that the stimuli from these events would be.. difficult to deal with for you, and Kalim would very much want you to go, however if you tell him, he'll understand how you feel (even if he's sad about it.) However, if you think of Kalim like the extrovert who adopted an introvert (you) it's much more endearing.

Kalim does anything he can to see you happy, feeling at peace when he sees you able to laugh and smile.

Thank you for requesting a matchup! Sorry if it isn't to your liking!!

Other character(s) I considered: Silver, Lilia.

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acceleracers-baby · 3 months

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Acceleracers HC’s! Core Memories! Metal Maniacs Edition!

Metal Maniacs

(Taro Kitano, Tork Maddox, Monkey McClurg, Porkchop Riggs & Mark Wylde)

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Metal Maniacs

Taro Kitano - The Kitano family strongly follows Bushido. Bushido is the samurai code of ethics, and Taro has always taken the tenants very seriously. Even as a boy, he was always taught to act with those core values in mind. He was expected to serve his purpose with honor and benevolence. With that in mind, he found that when his family was gossiping about the other boys his age, they always pointed out how chatty they were. Those who were criticized the most were often the loudest of the group. That’s why Taro has trouble communicating. He associates expressing his boundaries and needs with being accused of lacking wisdom and humility. His stoic persona is his way of proving to himself that he is worthy, so when that inevitably ends up getting in the way of his relationships with the people he cares most about, he’s not sure how to react.

Tork Maddox - Tork’s core memory stems from that small scar he has just above his eyebrow. Before becoming the leader of the Metal Maniacs, he worked on cars and occasionally contract welding. Due to all the heavy lifting and long hours, he built up muscle fast. So when he gets burned during a freak welding accident, people begin to find him…intimidating. Tork’s a big guy, and between all the other cuts and bruises he gets working jobs, people, unfortunately, automatically assume the worst when they see him. It’s a HUGE hit to his confidence. He looks tough, but back then he didn’t have the same no nonsense attitude towards life. It takes about a week of Tork avoiding his friends, family, coworkers…and everyone else for his uncle to approach him about it. Tork confides that he doesn’t want people to be afraid of him, but his uncle suggests that maybe it’s not such a bad thing. Maybe that knee jerk reaction people have could weed out the ones who aren’t worth welding himself too. That’s where he gets “we’re welded” from.

Monkey McClurg - Monkey’s first engine is something he will never forget. He always liked puzzles growing up and an engine was just a bigger and better version of that. Every second at home was spent experimenting with different solutions for every problem that junkyard relic had to offer. It was genuinely in shambles when he had picked it up from the dump- but in his opinion, that was half the fun. It took a solid year for him to even be able to get it to run for more than five minutes before ripping itself apart. Every step forward always seemed to be followed by three steps back, but with every problem he ran into, he gained that much more knowledge on what worked and what didn’t. Truly, failure was his greatest teacher. He basically learned everything there is to know just from messing around in the town junkyard.

Porkchop Riggs - Sometimes core memories are grand events that change a person for the rest of their life. Other times it just something small somebody did for you when you were just big enough to remember. Porkchop’s core memory is just that. He wasn’t even big enough to see over the dash of his momma’s rig yet, but that didn’t stop him from being the best little helper he could possibly be. Between swapping out the music and handing her the ham radio when asked, he almost felt like a genuine trucker. Almost. For some reason, in his tiny child mind, you weren’t a real trucker until you blew the horn. The day he gets to was the end of a full week trip. They traveled from one end of the states to the other and it had taken them about 40 hours of driving time with stops along the way. He’d been so good the whole way there, Momma Chop let him blow the horn for as long as he wanted on a long strip of empty highway. It was glorious.

Mark Wylde - Like I mentioned in the Teku Edition of this series, I like to imagine that Kurt & Mark’s dad was the one to get them into racing. However, before they could drive, he wanted to get their hand eye coordination up to par via sports. Kurt chose baseball, and Mark, idolizing his big brother at the time, followed suit. At the time, they were too young to really start having a sibling rivalry yet, so both boys were just excited to be doing something together with their old man. The best part, however, were the shitty concession stand hot dogs they got after every game. They were always prepared on one of those gas station style roll cookers and the buns were usually just slightly stale, but that never mattered to Markie. Especially, as they grew up and a wedge started to form between them, no argument couldn’t be solved with a good old fashioned hot dog. It was like their form of a peace treaty. It’s the first thing Kurt offers him once they get back from the drone headquarters.

#acceleracers #hot wheels #hot wheels acceleracers #hot wheels highway 35 #acceleracers headcanons #hot wheels hcs #hot wheels fanfic #acceleracers fanfic #kurt wylde #mark wylde #metal maniacs #metal maniacs HC’s #taro kitano #tork maddox #monkey McClurg #porkchop Riggs #i’m so normal about them

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foreverrandomwritings · 10 months

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Contoversially Young Girlfriend-Part 4

Summary:In this part of CYG and Nat, Nat learns that CYG's moms have intimidating careers. She reacts just about how you'd expect.

Pairing:Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x CYG

Warnings: Anxeity and Alcohol.

Word count:851(Kinda short sorry)

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It was a normal day at The Hard Deck with CYG, Natsha and some of the Squad. CYG has one of her books and notebooks out and is studying for an exam coming up. Nat is talking with Bob about his parents coming into town and then the conversation gets turned onto CYG.

“What do your parents do?” Bob asked her politely. The pair had only been dating for a couple of weeks at this point and it hadn’t crossed Phoenix’s mind to ask, so she was also curious and listened intently.

“One of my moms is a stay at home mom and the other one is JAG.” Natasha had been taking a sip of her beer when the words came out of her girlfriend's mouth. She ended up choking on the liquid, it spewed out of her nose and she coughed for a solid 5 minutes. All the while CYG is rubbing her back soothingly.

“What the fuck did you just say?” the words came out of Natasha’s mouth before she could stop them after she could finally breathe properly.

“My mom is JAG, she works on your base, sometimes she's sent out overseas or on a ship or whatever.” CYG said it so nicely as though her mother wasn’t feared by everyone around them.

“When were you going to tell me this?” Nat said in bewilderment, throwing her hands in the air. She was known for being exceptionally calm but this news had shook her to her bones. She contemplated breaking up with the woman in front of her at that moment. But she shook that thought out of her head quickly. CYG was no doubt the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

“I figured it would come up in conversation at dinner this week.” CYG shrugged casually and the words reminded Phoenix of the dinner she had agreed to go to at CYG’s home.

“No way am I going to that dinner. That isn’t going to happen.” Nat shook her head furiously. Natasha knew she could handle meeting parents. She had done it before and parents always loved her. But the thought of sitting around a dinner table with JAG had her skin feeling clammy and her chest feeling tight.

“Phoenix you’re gonna have to meet them eventually might as well just rip the bandaid off now.” It was Bob’s calm and wise words that had a scoff leaving her mouth. CYG gave him a thankful smile for his attempt at convincing his front seater that meeting her mom’s wasn’t a big deal.

“Unless of course you want to break up because my mom’s job makes you sweat a little.” CYG was only slightly teasing. She was well aware how terrified military personnel were of her mother. Even Cyclone had shown fear of the woman on multiple occasions.

“Of course not babe. I want to be with you. Just kinda terrified of your mother is all.” Natasha’s words reassured the younger woman there was no need to worry. Even though Natasha was already running through a million scenarios in her head.

“I wish I could say she isn’t that bad but she is. You get used to it though. After a while that is.” Natasha’s wary look had her continuing “My other mom Juniper or momma balances her out. She’s very sweet, kind and caring. It makes up for how cutthroat my mom Blake is.”

“She volunteer at a charity or something?” Natasha was being sarcastic with her words but gapped at CYG when she nodded quickly.

“She volunteers at just about any charity she can. She’s at the soup kitchen every Wednesday. Goes to the local hospital to the children's ward and reads books, sings songs or does crafts every Tuesday and Thursday. Then she bakes cakes and cookies and whatnot and takes them to the Veterans hospital on Friday. Monday is a slow day for her. She normally gardens and practices some songs on her guitar or paints. Saturday is our day together though all three of us go out if mom is in town and spend time doing something together. Sunday is a free day and she normally tries to find some volunteer work somewhere that day.'' As CYG finished listing off her mothers routine she had a warm feeling in her chest. She had always been proud of both her mothers and took any opportunity she was presented to gloat about them.

“Yea I think I’m sick during dinner.” Natasha was now intimidated by both of her girlfriends' moms and there was no way she was gonna survive an entire dinner with them.

“I promise you there is nothing to worry about. They are gonna love you!” CYG leaned over and gave Nat a kiss on the cheek before pulling back and giving her an uncertain smile. Even though her palms were sweating and her stomach was twisted in an impossible puzzle Natasha still smiled at her girlfriend reassuringly. Then agreed to go to dinner even if she would be on the verge of throwing up the whole time.

A/N: Next part should be out soon. I'm gonna try and write it tonight or tomorrow!

Tags(open): @sylviebell @wkndwlff @eternallyvenus @loving-and-dreaming @princess76179 @kmc1989 @gspenc @aoikioshi

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zirawrites · 1 year

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How would the companions react to a sole getting injured out in the wastes somehow and losing a limb? (Love your work btw!)

Cait: Cait let out a string of profanities as she watched Sole’s arm sever from its socket. Before Sole could even register what happened, Cait turned her panic on the Super Mutant that hacked it off with one clean shot to its head. She single-handedly (no pun intended) carried Sole back to Sanctuary to be patched up, cursing aloud the whole trip. When Sole recovered, Cait was shaken by both anger and relief. “How the hell do you expect to defend yourself now?” Cait took a deep, grounding breath. “That was fucking stupid of you to get so close to a Super Mutant. But I’m glad your alive to continue your stupidity.”

Codsworth: Codsworth shouted Sole’s name so loudly that his voice modulator cracked. He was on them in seconds to administer a stimpack and place his robotic hands over their wound. Sole eventually needed to learn to function without their dominant arm. Codsworth was always there to encourage their progress and lend a cheeky joke. “Need another hand, sir/mum? I do have three!”

Curie: Curie was well-prepared for nearly every injury that could occur in the Wastes. As soon as Sole fell in one direction and their leg toppled in the other, she was quick to stanch the bleeding and radio for help. Even when Sole was on the operating table, Curie instructed the doctors and passed medical supplies. Once Sole was out of surgery, Curie began scavenging for durable crutches and researching the best ways for them to regain their strength.

Danse: Sole’s accident wasn’t the first Danse had witnessed, but it definitely hurt the most. After the briefest second of stunned shock, Danse leaped into action. He tied a tourniquet around Sole’s wound and hoisted them into his arms. It took mere minutes for him to reach the nearest base where he barked orders at the recruits and shoved Sole into a doctor’s hands. His quick work saved Sole’s life. When Sole eventually awoke, Danse already had a recovery plan for them written down; numbered instructions and all. “It’ll take more than that to bring a Brotherhood soldier down,” Danse encouraged. “You rest. Let me do the heavy lifting for awhile.”

Deacon: Both Deacon and Sole were blown back against the wall, but it was Sole whose arm got pinned to the cement from an errant shard of metal. “Shit, Sole.” Deacon sucked in sharp air through his teeth as he assessed the damage. Sole feebly pawed at the metal, and Deacon gently pulled their hand away. “Don’t move, partner. I’ll get help.” Deacon made it back to HQ in record time and practically dragged Carrington by his thinning hair to where Sole was trapped. The two men were able to free Sole and patch their wound, but Sole did lose their arm. Deacon, who usually had a joke for everything, was respectful and somber about Sole’s accident. “This doesn’t change a thing,” he assured. “You’re still a force to be reckoned with as far as the Institute’s concerned.”

Hancock: “Oh fuck.” The curse punched out of Hancock’s throat as he watched Sole’s limb rip from its socket; trapped inside a generator they were fixing for a settlement. Sole’s savage screaming ripped Hancock from his stupor, and he fell to his knees to wrap his jacket around what was left of Sole’s limb. “GET A DOCTOR!” he screamed, voice commanding but eyes glassy with tears. He stayed for Sole’s surgery, and of course offered them a place to rest in Goodneighbor. “You look badass,” he said whenever Sole seemed distraught. “Lets get you your own signature coat. I think your confidence will improve tenfold.”

MacCready: MacCready wasn’t the most stoic man in the Commonwealth, but he knew panicking would only make things worse. As soon as Sole dropped to the floor in the opposite direction of their arm, he delivered a swift headshot to the raider that hurt them and used his duster to staunch Sole’s bleeding. He then used all of his wiry strength to throw Sole over his shoulder and run to the nearest settlement. But as soon as the doctor took Sole into the clinic, he burst into tears as he explained how much Sole meant to him. Once Sole was out of surgery, the first thing they saw was his face against the side of their bed. He had fallen asleep watching them from a chair.

Preston: Preston was quick to shout orders and direct the Minutemen to holding Sole together long enough to get to the Castle. Once Sole was laid on a table and several doctors started tying a tourniquet around their limb, Preston took their trembling hand in his own larger, firmer one. “Hang in there, General. We’re doing everything we can. Just focus on staying awake.” In the weeks that followed Sole’s injury, Preston helped them regain their strength. And morale, of course. He constantly tried to take Sole’s mind off the accident with a quick stop into settlements or cold beer at the end of a long day.

Piper: “Blue, hey! Stay with me!” Piper followed the men carrying Sole from the rubble. When she noticed Sole was missing a leg, she covered her mouth to keep down both bile and a scream. Then, afraid she’d scare Sole more, Piper took Sole’s hand and squeezed. “You’re okay, Blue. It’s all gonna be okay.” Piper researched mobility aids and alternate forms of combat while Sole rested. She didn’t want her friend to be at any disadvantage. When Sole was back to saving the world again, she made sure to write a harrowing feature story about Sole’s recovery.

Nick: Nick knew basic first aid, but he certainly didn’t have enough medical knowledge to help Sole when half their arm was blown off. He tied his coat around what was left of their limb and kept them conscious as he used their radio to call for help in Diamond City. Then he counted Sole lucky they’d made so many connections in a settlement notorious for a lack of fucks given towards outsiders. While Sole was recovering, Nick gave them a job at his agency. It was to keep them feeling helpful while safe from the dangers of the Commonwealth while they healed.

X6-88: “Sir/ma’am, no!” X6 was too late; Sole looked up at them with a look of pure, unadulterated terror as they clutched what was left of their arm. X6 had one job, and he’d failed spectacularly. He immediately transported them to the Institute where dozens of doctors descended upon them both. When Sole eventually returned from surgery, X6 had never felt worse about himself as a protector and companion. “I understand if you want a new courser assigned to you. It’s my fault this even happened. I should have been more observant.” Sole assured X6 that accidents happen; even when it came to the Institute. He internally disagreed, but was glad Sole still wanted him around.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 reactions #i wrote the last three on sleeping pills i hope they're legible #thank u for the compliment anon!!#nick valentine #X688 #fallout 4 piper #fallout 4 preston #maccready #hancock #fallout 4 deacon #fallout 4 cait #codsworth #fallout 4 curie #danse

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