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riswippiesx · 4 months

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Fallen God! Gojo Satoru X Fem! Reader part: one

| Part two

Thinking about fallen god Gojo, who had been living at a small village for a hundred years. People, who once worshiped him, now didn't even go near to his little hut. He lived by himself. When he went out, everyone used to go back inside their respective huts. The sheer loneliness made him distant and arrogant. His grumpy face scared people ever more. It was continuing untill oneday he met you. Your family had to change village because of some allegations about thievery. Your family was poor and helpless. To at least save your life, your parents had to change villages and thus you ended up reaching to the very village Gojo lived.

You didn't know much about the village stuff. You were twenty and full of energy. You had to explore and then you found gojo. His gorgeous blue eyes took a scrutiny of you from head to toe before approaching you with a grumpy expression. Unlike the locals, you didn't flinch a bit and stood stright infront of him and greeted him with a smile. This surprised Gojo, a lot.

From once or twice, it turned into daily meet ups between you two. Your bubbly personality brought peace and glory in his damp life. He smiled and talked with you. Everything was going well. You found yourself drowning in those blue eyes and he saw his soul intertwining with yours. It didn't took very long untill the friendship turned into something more. From friendly gestures to little blushes, you turned twenty five. Your parents wanted you to get married but knowing your past allegations, local men never accepted you. It wasn't like you want to be accepted either. You had already offered your soul to your fallen god.

It could have gone this way but life is a curse. Some unknown illness started to spread across the world, infecting almost everyone. Your village wasn't an exception. Your parents died. Soon the curse of this illness fell upon your life, blowing out all the candles you lit along with Gojo, all these years. The illness being dangerously contagious, no was was there to held the funeral for the dead ones. Bodies were thrown here and there, some, who were living alone, stayed inside, waiting to be rotten.

When Gojo found your body at a street side, laying lifelessly, his existence shattered infront of his eyes. He ran to you, picked you up. He was so powerless to rescue you. He couldn't. His blessing was often said to be turned into curses. Even for you, it turned into a curse, snatching you away from him, forever or so he thought.

Then the civilization progressed, people strated to use better technologies and started to live modern lives. Gojo had to change himself according to the era. He moved to a country side, lived in a cheap apartment, wore modern cloths, worked as a janitor for small offices, enough to handle his own little expenses. Everything changed but you stayed still in his heart. Never for once, he could forget you.

The god of fate was probably feeling a bit amusing, so he made Gojo meet a girl, who looked exactly like the girl he once adored and loved. When his eyes fell on the girl, buying some candies with a smile, he couldn't even trust his reliable eyes. You? It was you? It was really you?

He was quick to run to your direction. "Y/n...?" was all he could mutter which made you turn as you heard your name. "Yes?" you gestured him with a smile which was very known to him. It was enough to make his knees went weak. He kneeled infront of you. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he hold your hands with his. Your hands were as warm as he could remember. Your hands always warmed up his cold hands. "It is really you..." he mumbled.

Confusion was consuming you. You couldn't recognise the mysteriously gorgeous man infront of you. He hugged you, cried on your shoulder, your heart ached for some unknown reason. You let him untill he tried to kiss you. You felt uncomfortable and slapped him. Then pushed him away.

"Go away creep!" You started to walk away in annoyance. He would have followed you if the people of the street didn't stop him, suspecting him as a creep, trying to harrass girl. Did you come back for him?

No. You came back to live a better life. You were reincarnated. By fate, you had the same name. Gojo could clearly remember how the previous conclusion was. He couldn't let the history repeat itself. He would walk away. His blessing, rather his curse won't affect you for the second time. He missed your voice, he missed your sweet smile. But for his happiness, he couldn't push you further to your misfortune.

He started as you walked away with a disgusted face. Your hairs swayed with the air. His eyes softened, he was adoring you. He couldn't look away untill your silhouette blended with the further scenary.

"I love you...my love"

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shortstrawberry · 5 months

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Yandere headcannons for the resident lover routes I've finished till now

1. Bela

Her heart laid numb beneath her chest for God knows how long. But it was long enough that the minute she got it back, her feelings for you just steamrolled into obsession.

And it's not like she didn't care about you at all when her heart was locked away. She still took care of you when you were sick, and tried to protect you from Mother Miranda's schemes. But she did it hiding behind her uppity attitude and snarky comments on your work ethic.

Now? You are her savior, her kitten who needs to be spoiled rotten. You never realised how flithy rich Bela was until she started to splurge her family fortunate on you. Dresses, scenic places, scents, books, you name it. You name it, and Bela will give you the world.

It is not all sunshine and spoiling though. Bela has always been notoriously control freakish by nature. And now it has quadrapled. You don't answer her text within 30 seconds? Expect to face the consequences. Namely, tied to her bed and being ravaged until you forget your own name, and remember only hers.

And God have mercy on anyone who tries to flirt with you. Cassandra tried, and Bela had her next play blocked. Bela even used her presidential powers to have you move in her dorms. On bright side, at least you get breakfast in bed now.

Overall, life with Bela is as intense as her beating heart. She keeps you under a kind, but tight leash.

2. Cassandra

It's no secret that Cassandra's first and only love was theatre. She would sacrifice anything and anyone (*cough*) for the sake of her acting career. Well, that is until she fell head over heels for you. Now she would do anything for you.

Cassandra is like a sweet black hole that keeps asking for more. She has always thrived on fawning and praises, and now she needs your exclusive attention, only on her.

Expect her to take you out on romantic dates. Stargazing, Shakespeare plays, candlelit dinners. Anything that would make you smile and be happy. Cassandra loves to be the only reason behind your smile.

You can also expect Cassandra to be needy for attention and touch. You are sitting just few inches away? She will immediately pull you over on her lap. You can't go to her dorm because of college work? She will kidnap you and bring you to here, even if only to watch you work.

Cassandra considers herself no 1 so you better treat her like it. If you ever even gave a shred of praise to anyone else, Cassandra will give you a demented smile and let you know that you'd be sleeping gagged up in her arms for the night.

3. Donna (my love)

Donna is the sweetest person you've ever known. She would spoil you with even the tiniest of things. A gentle touch on your shoulder, a kiss to your forehead every 10 minutes. Making sure you're hydrated at all times. Bringing you ginseng and honey tea. Your well being is the top priority for Donna.

Donna is also a keenly sensitive woman. You ever slightly raise your voice or ignore her even more a minute? She'll burst into tears. And heaven forbid if you try to leave her even if just to go back to your dorm for lunch. She would look at you with teary eyes and insist you stay and have lunch with her instead.

It's not all nurturing and codependence though. Donna has a possessive streak that runs a mile wide. Heck, scratch that, it is at least 10 miles wild. That one time a customer was flirting with you? Let's just say the hemlock in his bouquet was a complete accident. Cassandra is lucky she is Donna's niece. The worst thing Donna has done against her is to slip needle leaves inside her bouquet.

Donna has been trying to come up with ways to make you stay longer and longer with her. From increasing your working hours to calling you home for "work", she will do everything except just ask you to move in with her. She is deathly afraid of rejection and would rather use her employer authority on you to keep you close.

Still, it's not remiss to say that Donna for all her softness likes to hold power over you. Being both your girlfriend and employer has a lot of scope of manipulation, and Donna is making more and more use of it. You remain blissfully unaware, too lost in her loving kisses and embraces.

#resident lover #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #yandere headcanons #yandere #requests open #donna best girl

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ded-lime · 8 months

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what i think on the whole making vessels thing the pale king did

first of all this is not about excusing pk, however the 'me exploding people who say pk is an asshole and throws kids in a pit with my mind' is very true, aside from the fact that it's literally not what happened, pk's character is all about a guy who was in a desperate situation without a good solution and saying that he's bad for what he did is missing the point. just like the colour scheme of his palace bro is morally grey. there are things that i believe made his plan sound not as bad as it is before it's implementation, and some of my interpretation seems to differ to how it is more commonly seen (that i know of at least).

so what was the plan? place eggs in he abyss and let the void animate their shells and voilà got some vessels.

why have the void? well one reason is obvious - it's a natural enemy to the radiance of sorts, an opposite of light. another one is the supposed belief that a creature of void does not feel or think. also yes the idea is that 100% of them are empty, that's the foundation it is on. i believe that he has done some experimentation before making this plan(and possibly before the infection): he's the type to build and reasonably coming up with that shit requires familiarity with the void. so assuming that they would not feel pain or think could come from that, also not that insane for a god who gave bugs minds of their own to think that with walking examples of void constructs. so godly resilience and empty head, can't feel the pain he has to put it through and strong enough to contain another god.

why so many of them? the reasoning for that is the same as why any creature has many kids: most of them not surviving for long. not just the climb, but just not even being born (which i think most of them just didn't) or dying right after (instability such as turning to liquid or crumbling shell).

the climb so here's a thing i thought since playing the game years ago. the abyss memory is a dream and not quite literal. you hit an egg with a dream nail, every time you've done that you go to a dream, i don't see why this is different besides it looking differently. the real part being pk getting pv and fucking off. and climbing up in general i guess but you know that. i don't think the ghost was literally hanging on that ledge and literally falling off after some screenshake. it's a representation of ghost and/or every other vessel getting left behind and pv leaving. and getting charm about uniting the void right after plays more into it.

the climb in itself could be a way to see which ones are stable enough, could also be a culture thing as rotten eggs all around hallownest may suggest that they are a bit more like actual animals in regard to offspring. (don't forget that this is not human society we are talking about.)

the main fucked-up-and-feeling-guilty-about thing in this whole ordeal is letting the void consume thousands of your yet unborn children inside out and subsequently animating them with it or let radiance kill everyone and picking the first one. which is you know, sucks and is pretty fucked up and he did indeed feel guilty about it. well that and then the whole hollow knight ordeal later but that's pretty straightforward. does he realise that they are not empty? like yeah probably suspected it at the very least, but that's when you can't just drop everything you've done up to this point to save everyone. only thing that does is add more guilt and drama.

the things done and decisions made were not to be cruel or evil or whatever, we don't see what this place was like before the infection and for all we know he saw the future and still thought this was the best option. how fucked up would that be huh

#the pale king #hollow knight #i wrote this at the middle of the night and a row of my keys (and spacebar) occasionally doesn't work you have no idea how annoying that is #my art #? i mean there is some

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deceasedream69 · 1 year

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Kidnapped

Summary: after chasing for an Unsub who appeared to outrun you, he takes you as his victims.

cw: mentions of handcuffs, kidnapping, blood and weapons.

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- "You go over there, I go over here"

I obeyed Spencer's instructions, holding my gun right in front of me, the suspect couldn't be gone so fast.

The rest of the team were scattered across the whole neighborhood checking every house, and Spencer and I got house number 4.

- "clear!", I heard him say, so I continued to check my side. He was long gone apparently. Spencer let them know the suspect was in this house as soon as we saw someone running around. But it could've been a cat or something like that because there's no way he dissapeared so fast with two agents behind him.

- "cle-", Something white was all I could see was places on my mouth. I tried to scream or let myself loose but I just couldn't, he was stronger and taller. My gun fell right in front of me but I obviously couldn't reach it.

Everything went black pretty soon.

My eyes were heavy. My back hurted from the position I was in and my head was filling me in on what's the last thing I remembered. I tried to get up but my hands were handcuffed to a pole right above my head. I was lying down but I found my way to sit down. My hands still sttached to the pole now next to me. That's when I noticed something warm under them.

- "Spencer", I whispered. He was still unconscious. "Spence, hey", I touched his hands, that's about all I could do. He started to move a little. Opening his eyes slowly. "hey, it's me, wake up"

He opened his eyes completely, also trying to move his arms.

- "where are we?"

I just shrugged.

- "I just woke up"

- "are you okay?"

- "yeah, you?"

He only nodded, starting to inspect our surroundings. There was no obvious way out, but there had to be somewhere, right?

- "Spencer..."

He turned to look at me and noticed I was looking at the ceiling, so he turned to look at the ceiling too.

It appeared we were in a hole on the floor, many people passing right above us.

- "don't scream for help", He said looking at me, I turned to look at him.

- "they're all part of this kidnapping aren't they?"

- "he nodded"

- "so many people? we are screwd", My breathing was going faster but I couldn't control it.

- "hey, calm down, the team was right there with us, so they probably noticed our disappearance really soon. they're looking for us right now"

I only nodded. He hold my hands with his while we waited for something to happen.

After like 5 minutes a crack of wood was moved, letting a few sunshines enter through the dark room. There was hay all over the floor and a few metal chains around us, but they didn't used those for us.

- "breakfast will be ready soon, don't worry, we're going to give you a proper welcome", Then the guy, who had very rotten teeth, closed the little crack again. Leaving us in the dark.

- "breakfast? do you think we should it that?"

- "I don't know, we gotta see it first. The victims didn't show any evidence of being drugged or poisoned. And also, it's not good if we're starving and weak"

I nodded.

- "great, now we have one day to figure our way out of here before they eat our organs and leave us at the side of the road", I unconsciously pulled my handcuffs, hurting my wrist.

- "at least we have each other"

I smiled.

- "yeah, at least I'm here with you", I turned to look at him and despite the room being very dark I could assure I saw Spencer's cheeks turn red.

The crack opened again and a ladder was thrown into the room. The guy with rotten teeth came inside, he was small, but he had a knife. He got a key out of his pocket and after releasing us from one handcuff and from the pole we put the handcuff back.

Spencer and I nodded to each other after being released from the pole. He knocked the guy and I grabbed the knife, we decided to keep the handcuffs on to not look suspicious, but Spencer kept the key in his pocket.

It was very hard to go up the ladder while wearing handcuffs.

- "go slow, if you fall you take me with you". I laughed.

- "Porque si me caigo, te arrastro conmigo", I laughed again but he obviously doesn't speak spanish so he just stood quiet.

Right when I was at the top I got my head out and that's when I noticed a carriage coming our way. I quickly put my head back in closing my eyes. Spencer quickly grabbed my leg so I wouldn't fall.

- "are you okay?"

I opened my eyes again. I was holding his hand. I nodded and got my head out again, this time more cautiously.

- "you won't believe this". I got out first. "give mme the key first"

He raised an eyebrow.

- "that sounded suspicious, I know, just, here". I undid his handcuffs first and then my own. The I helped him out.

The change from dark to light was really hurting our eyes but we'll adjust quickly.

- "wait, this whole time", he said walking towards one of the dolls. There was no people outside, only dolls and carriages who moved any certain time. The voices were pre recorded from a crowd probably.

- "but if was only him how did he managed to submit all of his victims?"

- "maybe they thought it was them against a lot of people, just like we believed this people were real", I said looking all the dolls from closer.

- "look", he said kneeling near the entrance. "blood", he got up. "so he tricked his victims and right before they could notice his charade he sliced their throats"

- "gruesome, but that'll explain the broken bones, some fell from the ladder after the attack"

- "Why would he kidnapped two people who would obviously over powered him"

- "cause he stupid, let's go", I said rubbing the wrist I hurted earlier.

- "are you okay?"

I nodded while I placed my hands in my pockets.

He changed from one side to another and grabbed my arm.

- "heavy bruise, we should put some ice on it"

- "we?"

He smiled and let my arm fall down, grabbing my hand when it was already all the way down. I smiled and grabbed his hand back.

- "I didn't tell you before because you look cute but you have hay on your hair", I said stopping and turning so I could take it off.

He got down so I could reach his hair easier, and taking the opportunity of him being low I pulled his shirt and kissed him, resuming our walk right after.

He was speechless and I found that so cute. Hugging his arm while we walked I didn't care if we came back home right now, I was really comfortable here with him next to me.

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer x y/n #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #the bau

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nightttoon · 7 months

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It's first time I post something like that and I don't know what to write here so...

Warning! Dark fic, blood, killing, short, no romance (for now at least)

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Part two here!

If you are still here, enjoy!

First meeting.

You and your friends were traveling around Texas. There was no specific idea where you want to go. So you didn't care. After a long road in a God-forsaken place, you stumbled upon a gas station. In the Texas heat, it seemed like a blessing that descended from heaven, and the five of you already imagined how you would bask in the cool air of the air conditioner. Billy and Jay were the first to run out of the car, the twins never knew how to sit still, even if they knew for sure that they would have problems. Behind them you, and behind you Carrie and Michael, a loving couple looking for adventures, but already tired of the long road. They really needed a break.

Something made you linger in front of the door. It's a feeling. Like every time something bad has to happen. An unpleasant tingling in the stomach gradually passed to the throat like a snake, and then became a knot in the chest, which tightened until it hurt.

You were brought out of your trance by Carrie, who put hand on your shoulder. A girl could always bring you out of a state of panic.

"Are you okay?" She asked with worry. Michael came up from the other side and looked into your face.

"You're pale," He said, looking at you with sympathy.

"Overheated probably, let's go inside"

They both took you by the arms and led you inside, the lump formed in your throat made you resist.

"I'll wait for you here. Just...guard the car..." Having said that, you slipped out of the couple's hands. They shrugged and nodded, leaving you alone.

You were left alone on the street. Goosebumps on the back. Something is clearly wrong. Looking around, you noticed the sheriff's car. For some reason, the sight of it only made everything worse. Breathe. In and out. The attempt to calm down was interrupted by Billy and Jay. The twins ran up from the gas station, almost knocking you down.

"They don't have air conditioning!"

"And food!"

"Yeah! And no fuel!"

"And station smells rotten!"

Two guys shouted at the interruption. This only made your chest tighten more.

"Can we go then?"

You mumble, looking at the car. The guys nodded

"The sheriff is checking the Carrie's car documents. He'll finish and we'll go."

You just had to nod before the twins started talking some more nonsense. Looking back towards the gas station, you saw Carrie running up to the window, but before she could do anything, a massive figure grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. Your heart jumped in chest. You saw him... He is a beefy giant, wearing a black mask and an apron. You didn't catch any more, but it was enough for everything to freeze.

"G-guys? Carrie she's..."

You mumble, looking at the twins. The guys turned towards the gas station and at that moment the door swing open. The sheriff pointed a gun at you.

"Hands up! Thomas! Help me!"

The sheriff shouted, you and the guys raised your hands, turning pale with fear. That giant you saw in the window came out from behind the sheriff. There's blood on his apron. Jay and Billy couldn't stand it and rushed to the car, not caring about you or what's with Carrie and Michael right now. But they didn't run far away, Billy was shot in the leg by the sheriff, so he fell. The giant, Thomas, if you understood correctly, rushed past your figure rooted in the ground from fear. He grabbed Jay, who was trying to help his brother, and slammed his head into the car with all his might. Screams and the sound of breaking bones filled your ears, causing a waterfall of tears to pour from your eyes.

You can't see anything anymore, falling on the ground from weakness of the body and fear, shaking like a leaf in the wind. You felt someone grab you. Strong hands gripped you tightly. Looking up, you saw that giant. He looks at you calmly, dark hair falling over his face, partially hidden by a mask. You would have called him handsome if he hadn't smashed your friend's head moment ago. The strength left your body and you leaned your head against his chest. Something warm and slimy clung to your cheek. Blood.

Requests are open if anyone is interested :)

#thomas #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre beginning #texas chainsaw massacre #texas #slasher #slasher fandom #Thomas x reader #reader fic #Thomas Hewitt x reader

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thelittleliars · 1 year

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Love Forever? | Pt. 2

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: cursing, yelling

Words: 2.1K

AN: This one has more interactions with Yelena than Natasha but it's all a huge part for the full story! Also the 3rd part is going to take at least 1-2 weeks since I'll be traveling to Budapest in the next couple of days! Gonna visit all the Black Widow filming locations there 🔥

Part 1 , Part 3

"Cyka" Yelena cursed in russian before she cursed you in english again. "You bitch! Why would you travel to Russia without me?" She shook her head in disappointment, you saw a grin on her lips tho when she turned her head to the side to see who walked in. You didn't see who it was since you were on FaceTime with her and only she was in the frame. "Who is in Russia?" You heard her voice in the background asking Yelena.

"Your ex-wife." Ex-wife, it was still something that pained you but the separation did you good. Your anxiety with all the worrying whenever Natasha went on a mission was gone now. You felt more at peace thanks to the break up. "Anyways, have you visit mama and papa yet? Last time I heard they were going insane to see you again. Apparently they can't wait to spoil you rotten with russian culture and stories of us as kids ugh."

"Don't forget about the baby pictures they're gonna show her." Nat reminded Yelena who's expression looked a mix of embarrassment and panic. "Yours gonna be there too Natalia. Can't wait for Y/N to see your awful blue hair phase."

You saw a shadow coming closer to the blonde widow, then a hand came into view hitting the back of her head. "You little bitch! Next time I'm there I'll burn all of them."

"Let's just burn the whole place down yeah?" A gasp escaped your mouth, even though you knew she was kidding it was something she'd really do. "Yel NO! Also Nat please don't burn any of them." You said sadly. "I wish I had at least a single photo of myself as a child. Hell I don't even know where I'm from, apart from being held by hydra for half my life."

"Guess we're all in the same boat. None of us knows where exactly we come from. Oh oh we can be the lost daughters buddies." The younger sister screamed out in pain after her older sister slapped the back of her head once again. "Try sheering her up instead of ruining the mood with some sad shit from our past."

Suddenly your screen went black, you were about yo look at your wifi to see if the connection was lost but before that could even happen you heard a chair screeching. "What gave you the right to give me that fucking advice huh? How about you stay out of my business with her since you were the one who destroyed your relationship." Yelena was mad, no she was furious with her sister, that's why you weren't surprised that she hung up on you. This was a great time to start driving towards your (ex) parents in law.

You took your bags, threw them into the car you rented, then jumping into the drivers seat and made your way towards Melina's and Alexei's little farm outside of Saint Petersburg. Not long after, you arrived your destination, Melina and Alexei both stood outside already as if they were expecting you. You did not call or text them since it was supposed to be a surprise.

"Ahh finally, my daughter is home again." Alexei walked to you and immediately his arms around your body, squeezing you to death. "I need to breath big guy." He let you go but still smiled at you happily. "Come on inside. I'll show you your room. We decorated a bit, hope you'll like it."

The decoration he was talking about were only new curtains and a stuffed penguin animal. You appreciated their effort.

Later that day when you were outside feeding the pigs, you heard and saw a Quinjet coming. Of course Yelena had the nerve taking a jet and flying to russia. But she wasn't alone. Natasha also tagged along. You gulped at the sight of her standing there in casual clothes. It was actually your first time seeing her in six months. The last time was after the divorce all those months ago. Alexei of course was the happiest, now that all his daughters were home. Melina was happy to see them too but she was more worried about you. At times she was more protective over you than Yelena and even though it was heartwarming, it pained you too. She was like a mother figure that you never had. The longing and grieving of a life you could have had nearly destroyed you whenever you think deeply about it.

"Natasha I need a little help in the kitchen." Was all she said before going inside and the red head trailing after her like a good god. Yelena and dad catched up on stuff while you sat down on a bench near the front door that had a great view on the animals. You had no clue how much time had gone by until your friend and sister sat down next to you. "What is on your mind Y/N Y/L/N?" She tried to get you talking by saying your whole name as teasing but you were starting to feel numb so nothing would bother you anyways.

"As you'd say my ex wife." Seeing her after all this time stirred up a lot of thoughts in you. "What about her precisely?"

You sighed quietly. "I don't know. I guess it's just us in general and how we ended up here." It wasn't a lie but also not the whole truth either. You didn't want to talk in details since you knew it would get you in a vulnerable state. "She was a bitch for demanding that divorce.."

Out of reflex you started to defend your ex. "She got trigged Yel-" "No. Don't. Don't you dare make excuses for her." Yelena cut you off fast. She hated you for defending Natasha in this situation when you deserved so much better.

"It's just the truth. Plus I'm not as innocent in this situation as you think I am." You could have fought more for your wife but instead you signed the divorce papers quick. Probably because of the things that happened before the accident. "Natasha and I had a pretty nasty fight right before she got called on a mission and got her head injury." You paused for a minute. "If I'm being honest.. our marriage was falling apart anyways."

Yelena gaped at you. "I don't understand Natasha always talked so highly of you." You wished that was true, you wished all the good she found in you was actually good.

"I told you this was going to happen!" You yell at her, feeling angry and betrayed that she didn't listen to you. "And yet you ignored me and continue doing it anyways." Natasha hates herself for not listening to you but she'd never admit that out loud. Instead she blames you for everything, she knows it is wrong but it's difficult for her being truthful and vulnerable right now. "This wouldn't have happened if you were more open to the idea of being more affectioned in public. Maybe then he'd have known that I'm not single!"

"He kissed you. Because you kept flirting with him to get what you want.. you're an avenger for gods sake! You can get anything you want just by asking Tony or any of us." You stop yourself from getting even more louder. A deep breath and a few seconds is all you need to be more calm. "You know what? Maybe they all were right when they said you are a monster. Because right now, that's all I see."

The fight didn't leave your mind, it stayed and harassed you daily on repeat. You knew you guys covered up a lot of your problems. A marriage is a piece of work and you guessed you both weren't just ready for that huge marriage step. "Would you ever take her back?" She asked you softly. You were looking so hard for the right words to say but you fell flat. "I'm not in love with her anymore so I don't know." Though you didn't know for sure you constantly told yourself you'rw not in love anymore. If that was the truth then why did you panic when a knock came from the door frame? Why did your heart beat faster when you saw it was Natasha who knocked?

"Dinner is ready." Her voice was quiet but still so damn soft. While you stood up and walked towards the front foor, Yelena's gaze lingered on you for a while before she rushed after you into the house. At dinner you all fell into a comfortable conversation. It felt very awkward at first especially since you were convinced that your ex-lover overheard what you told Yelena. You were also anxious but it got better once Alexei started talking about his new tattoo shop. He had opened it two months ago and was fully booked out already. You were happy for him, tattoos were something what he was extremly good at so the demand was so deserved. After dinner was over you all three went to the bedrooms which you all had to share.

The next morning you wondered why 'dad' was still here. He explained that there was a new girl who worked at his tattoo shop, helping him out for all the appointments. Then he joked about how he'd set any of you three up with her. The blonde daughter just snorted, not wanting anything to do with romance, but he was too excited for an introduction to notice Yelena's obvious disinterest. Maybe he did notice since he showed a photo of her only to Natasha and you. And that was when something struck in you, you didn’t know how or why but you had to see the girl personally. You asked him where his shop was located and after giving you directions you stood up, turned to Yelena asking her to drive you there. Natasha felt irritated at how fast you wanted to see that new girl.

As soon as your eyes met hers, everything around you stopped, you felt a pull to her, a magical pull that you couldn't control. Your arms came around each other and somehow nothing on the world made more sense than this moment.

"Voi herranjumala." (Oh my god.) She said something in a language you thought you knew yet you didn't understood a thing. You pulled away, still standing close to her, she then put your face in between her hands. "Kaipaan sinua, kaksos Y/N." (I missed you, twin Y/N)

"Please don't tell me this is some long lost love reunion." Yelena groaned in misery. You looked at her cluelessly, hoping she'd also pick up your silent plead to help you out in this situation. "Don't look at me! You were the one who rushed me here and hugged her like no there's no tomorrow."

The girl next to you cleared her throat before speaking up, this time finally in a language you all could understand. "Ohh right.. I'm sorry I forgot you don't understand Finnish anymore." Anymore?? What the hell did that mean? "We don't have much time, I'll explain everything later. Twin Y/N do tell me, have you found your one and only?"

You blinked at her. "My what?" She cursed in Finnish, huffing and what seemed beating herself up about something. "Your, what humans would call here, Soulmate." You didn't question her 'what humans' and just shook your head. "I thought I did but no."

"Tell me, what happened?" Her gaze turned extremly intense, you started to feel uncomfortable. "Well we started to fight at one point and then she got a head injury and et voila we were divorced."

Yelena had enough of this conversation, the pulled you backwards and stood in front of you, giving the other girl a death stare. "Whatever you're doing to Y/N has to stop right now or otherwise I'll beat you up." You knew she was dead serious about it, your sister in law was super protective over you. "I'm not doing anything, it's all her doing. We do have to stop talking so slowly, we need to hurry."

"Why hurry? I don't understand?" She visibly got more restless which stresses you out. "You're out of time soon. We have to find your soulmate now." You shock your head at the lady and her crazy words. "I'm sorry this has to be done." And with one finger snap, both of you were gone.

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punkpandapatrixk · 8 months

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The Kind of Sad You Can’t Understand

Certain days I feel very deeply that I want to cry but I don’t know why.

For such a long time I lived with this kind of mood without being able to express it anywhere, not to anyone. I was struggling for my sanity; I was constantly thinking of destroying myself; and I was hoping someone would see me, and rush to save me. But nobody ever saw that of me.

I was a badass. I was a cool girl. I seemed to everybody else a smart, talented, expensive girl who's got all her shit together. Even on days she wasn't all that together, she had an enviable life anyway. I appeared on the outside too glamorous for anybody to even imagine that on the inside I was rotting. I was this close to being dead, all the time.

Who in their simple-mindedness would've thought a girl like that could be so macabre all the time? And that’s how I experienced an entire life witnessing people’s lack of empathy. I guess my point of view was fragmented but that was how life was for me anyway. Ironically, some intuitive peeps who were able to see the macabre in me thought I was frightening more than anything HAHAHAH That was all the same in the end. Enough with the gossips. I don’t know what normal people expect from everybody else they meet, to be honest. I don’t know what I’d expected from them either.

I guess it’s because the society I grew up in was like that that I couldn’t bring myself to show anybody my distress. Trauma. Mental illness. Disordered personality. All of that was nothing but insanity. And insane people don’t belong in society.

So simple. Yet so cruel.

Thank you, Jesus. Mother Mary. Catholic Church. Thanks for all the rejection. I’m SO happy now!

That’s fucking twisted.

In a society brimming with nothing but pretenders, we meet and chit and chat and act like all of our troubles are manageable to say the least. ‘Yeah, it’s not that bad, to be honest.' But it was; you've just got to pose real strong otherwise people think you're a loser. 'I guess I’m OK.’ But you weren't; you've just got to really make it sound like you're still keeping it together. 'I'll be just fine.' But you wouldn't know; you didn't even know if you'd still wanna be alive tomorrow.

In the midst of all those meaningless exchanges, I hated quite nothing more than to hear, especially from men, how strong I was as a woman. I hated it like I'd never hated anything in my life.

It was suffocating to be seen as holding it together when you were literally breaking at the seams...

I wanted someone to be able to notice I was screaming on the inside. That I was gasping for air every second I was sitting there listening to their trivial chitter chatter. Who cares about your silly drama? Would you care for mine if you knew my life was on the line? And I hated those expectant eyes. All of them. Were they expecting me to share in their self-made woes and console them in the end? HAH. Go to hell, losers.

I always thought, none of MY problems were created by my own reckless behaviours that would've obviously hurt myself or others. Not in the beginning, at least. Unlike some idiots, I was never into drugs, one night stands, or even smoking; I never caused anybody any trouble. So why did everybody cause me trouble when all I wanted was just a peaceful, normal life? Shit, what even was my IDEA of a normal life? I can't remember now.

Certain days I feel very deeply that I want to cry but I don’t know why. There's always not enough reason to do so now. Haah... If it weren't for my abundance of Aquarius, which makes me incredibly lazy and antisocial, I'd have paraded around town and rallied to become a Neo Hitler and kill everybody in this rotten world. I hated this world so much.

The first ever PAC I put out here was ‘What’s Your Crazy?’ What ever was my reason for writing that? I was crazy and I needed some explanation.

I used to look like the girl in the third pic before I chopped all of my hair off everyone began to suspect I was gay. I wasn’t gay; I was depressed. Those unassuming idiots.

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐂𝐘𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: zombies, weaponry, etc

↳ song: the zombie song—stephanie mabey

masterlist!

• 2023 had been the world last straw apparently

• One day everything was normal—well about as normal as it could get—and the next infected were crawling in the streets, the stink of rotten flesh hanging over cities like a posion

• Infected. That's what the media had called them—when the media still existed that was

• It was fucking stupid in your eyes. These things weren't infected. That implied that there was still a semblance of humanity left in them. No, you weren't fucking stupid. These were zombies. Fucking zombies

• Needless to say you had no problems defending yourself against them

• Two months after the outbreak was when you finally laid eyes on another human being

• You had been doing fine on your own. I suppose this was the one lifetime, the one universe in which your cynical nature pre-outbreak had saved you

• Not trusting people was the key. That and the trusty shotgun you pointed at anything and everything that moved

• You had surprised even yourself by not blowing Charlie's head off the first time you met him to be honest

• Charlie Slimecicle was an interesting fellow. The opposite of you, that's for sure, with his puns and somewhat trusting nature. But more importantly, he was company. Company that didn't try to tear you apart and get at your fleshy insides like a morbid piñata

• Which was good enough for you apparently

• Only a few days after that came Tommy and Wilbur; two brothers. Two very loud brothers

• If you were being completely honest you had no idea how they had survived this long on their own. It seemed like every time Tommy turned a corner, he sent something or someone sprawling, Wilburs high-pitched laughter following quickly

• At least Charlie enjoyed their company. You however took a bit more convincing to let them follow along

• "Fine. They can come." You had relented through gritted teeth, watching how Charlie wooped happily and high fived Wilbur. "But just know I will not hesitate to leave you all behind if it comes down between you and me."

• That day never came

• Instead, with each passing sunrise and sunset, you became more and more attached to the little group you all had formed

• While seemingly clumsy and loud at first, Tommy proved to be quite quick on his feet, outrunning even the fastest of zombies you had seen. It was a useful skill for supply runs, most of which he ended up handling—even if most of what he brought back was stale pop tarts and coke

• Wilbur, on the other hand, you learned to be quite the strategist. It was something you never would have guessed at first look, considering his favorite pastime seemed to be administering noogies to his younger brother, but his smarts rivaled even your own

• And Charlie? Well Charlie just kept all of you smiling, which was a talent in its own

• "Don't act like you don't love us (Y/n)," He had said one day, eyes glinting merrily from behind his glasses. You just rolled your eyes but didn't say anything in response, only mumbling under your breath as you walked away

• "I'm their favorite though." Tommy had added in at the last second with his chest puffed out, causing Wilbur to furrow his brows

• "What do you mean, Toms. They clearly like me the best. I've got the brains." He frowned, half joking and half serious

• "Come on guys, I've known them the longest—"

• You ended up having to break up a fight later on, face palming at the petty insults they tossed back and forth

• They were all idiots, but they were your idiots—like it or not

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mochinon-yah · 5 days

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Yk what maybe one of you will adopt the idea OR maybe the idea is already out there.... somewhere..... but anyway-

THE IDEA: (tw: yandere and uh gore‐ish stuff?? HELP IDK WHAT ELSE????)

So, you had an ex-boyfriend who was basically a playboy before he met you, but now, he's somewhat changed. You decided to believe him since you knew people could really change, well, at the very least, you hoped so. You gave him a chance, but he... ruined it.

You caught him sneaking around with another girl. Her blouse was messily open and there were a bunch of love bites on her neck, but the most (un)surprising part was that your boyfriend was on top of her. Ah. You should've expected it. People never change.

You broke up with him despite his pleas of sorry's and whatever. You didn't care and you didn't want to care. It hurt you, so you tried to avoid him like the plague. And you, of course, block him on every social media that he had. But oh no, he was still pursuing you! What a drag.

There were countless of letters appearing in front of your house, to which you just ripped it apart. But that was much better since you knew what to do and where to throw it away. It was when you started to get gifts from your ex that started to make it more... scary. (You somehow couldn't make the police move after showing them the countless threatening and bizarre letters)

It ranged from expensive stuff to stuff that was on your wish list, and even to stuff that you were not... expecting to get.

One day, coming home from an awful day of work/school/whatever, you were met with a big red box of something on your kitchen counter. Knowing who gave this to you, you rolled your eyes and simply opened to know what it was inside. You were just... curious. But you know what they say—curiosity killed the cat!

A strong smell of rotten hit your nose immediately. What an awful smell. When you thought that the smell was worse, you haven't seen what the gift was—it was a heart! A real one.

You stumbled down to the ground; your legs went weak at the sight of it. It was... not a normal heart you'd see on a tv drama or somewhere. It was... an abomination. Countless of different hearts were sewn together to make a heart symbol, or love, i suppose. The blood was still there too, making the box somewhat sticky inside.

It was... fresh?

You felt yourself wanting to throw up, but it stopped when you saw a shadow looming over your body. You looked up, and it was your ex standing from behind you.

"Surprise! Happy anniversary, love. Did you like my present? Oh, what am I saying—of course, you'd like it! I know you doubted my love after what had happened, so I took the liberty to take hers and my other exes' and also your exes' heart to make a love! Now, you won't doubt my love for you, right? It's a gift full of effort, so you better be grateful for it!"

He grinned, a psychotic look on his face as he watched you quiver in fear.

#reli-rambles #or uhh #reli-writes #tw: yandere #yandere #yandere idea #yandere drabble #?????#IDK WHAT TO CALL THIS HELP????#I NEVER WRITE ANYTHING YANDERE DESPITE LIKING EM #sorry guys #my inner demon took control and made this.... drabble (?)#IS THIS A BLURB????#what the heck.....#anyway #yandere x reader #yuhuu #finally this idea is out of the bag now

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jaim-inhothekid · 25 days

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⚓︎ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

[ W.C ! ] : 2k

[ Summary ! ] : Former admiral Aokiji Kuzan was captured by fleet admiral Akainu Sakazuki, abandoned by his crew and on his way to marineford – where he is due to be executed, Sakazuki decides to stop by and bid his goodbye. | NSFW ; Canon x Canon

⌗ ✎ Author's Note : This is a work commissioned by the lovely @uminozerol !! If you're interested in commissioning me as well, here's my sheet!

Kuzan has never been one to regret his own actions. Free will allows people to choose the paths that better resonate with themselves, either they are ‘good’ or ‘bad’. It doesn't really matter because facing the reality of things, more often than not, you are forced to make choices you normally wouldn't want to make and take paths you'd rather not go. Paths that you'd never see yourself going, until – by one of life's accursed twists – you see that you have no choice.

So maybe there's no free will, after all.

Kuzan did not regret the stupid things he had done in his youth, golden years spent under the unforgiving sun of the south, laughing until the corners of his mouth stung and living each day like the next would never come. Kuzan recalled the rotten crowds and questionable friendships that have gotten him in too much trouble to count, but also gave him the best core memories. The first bottle of booze he thought he could down – and that had him vomiting his guts out in a dim lighted alley. The redhead who lived two blocks away from his house, who kissed him like she was trying to rip a chunk out of his lips but at least let him sneak a hand under her shirt.

Kuzan did not regret joining the marines, neither did he regret the life that he chose for himself. Kuzan fools himself into thinking that he does not regret what happened in Ohara and what he did to Saul, or at least he tries, empty attempts of reassuring himself with the fact that what has been done cannot be undone, what was done needed to be done. Because living in denial proves itself again and again to be easier than holding oneself accountable, guilt spreads itself like a cancer, so it's better to pretend you're just another victim of unfortunate circumstances. The executioner desperately seeks to be guiltless, even though he knows he does not have anyone to blame for the blood on his hands.

Kuzan does regret ever having anything to do with Teach, regrets stepping foot on that ship, regrets shaking the man's filthy hand – no amount of drawn out, icy cold showers seemed to wash away the feeling of wrongness left behind by that exchange, palms together, rings made of brass painted gold with equally fake gemstones biting into the leather of Kuzan's glove, a lecherous smirk lacking teeth, you are just as bad as me.

But nothing could ever compare to the regret he felt when he saw the warship approaching in the distance, the sky and the sea morphing into a hellish scenery of scarlet hues, magma falling from the sky in the shape of meteors – a pair of severe brown eyes, glaring down at him with the fury of a God, as if seeing Kuzan still alive was a personal insult, worth of revulsion. The raft was destroyed, and Teach, cowardly pest he is, didn't think twice about running away with the show of horror he calls a crew. Leaving Kuzan behind at the mercy, or absolute lack of it, of Sakazuki.

The saddened looks from the marines weighting on Kuzan's back were akin to having his skin prickled with several tiny needles all at once as he was all but hurled into the ship, a feeling of incoming doom trailed behind him like a devil as he was guided across the deck and down the stairs leading to a solitary cell. Something ugly and heavy curled inside his chest and dropped to the pit of his stomach, for a second Kuzan thought of himself wearing the skin of a lamb being led to its slaughter, watched with great despair by the remaining herd.

The ones who looked at him with anger and indignation were easier to ignore, the ones whose faces he recognized from years of service alongside, not so much. A small part of Kuzan was grateful that Garp was nowhere to be seen – he was sure that having to look the man whom he owed so much in the eyes as a foe, would've broken him. Once a protégé, now just another one to serve as proof of Garp's insistent habit of raising enemies.

And now, restrained by sea-stone chains and sitting on the dirty floor below deck of a warship headed to marineford, Kuzan starts to come to terms with the fact that maybe he is indeed just as bad as Teach. By willingly walking into his lair, by willingly following his orders, by willingly making himself an enemy of what once he stood for like a loyal dog – treachery has been mankind's most unforgivable crime since the dawn of time.

Kuzan was shaken out of his descending spiral by the sound of heavy footsteps trailing down the hall, growing steadily louder as they approached the heavy door that guarded his cell. Something jingled from outside of it, then came the rattling of keys against the metal, Kuzan winced and grit his teeth as it was forced open with a loud screeching noise, the wooden flooring below it scratched beyond repair from what seemed to be years of repeated damage. The person stepped into the cell, and the door made the same agony inducing noise as it was slammed shut. Kuzan tilted his head up to assess his visitor, begrudgingly and sluggishly slow, he was never good at feigning interest – facing the current circumstances, he just couldn't be bothered to try.

His gaze went up, up, and up. Like trying to search the eyes of a titan, Sakazuki's figure stood big and imposing inside the cramped room, making it seem even smaller. The look Sakazuki was giving him made his skin crawl with the need to hide, eyes as dark as whiskey at the bottom of the barrel – burning with hate, like a raging volcano. Kuzan tried to pull his chained arms to his front, succeeding only on making the sea-stone dig further into his back.

“You,” Kuzan sighed heavily, eyes falling shut in a hopeless attempt of escapism, interactions with Sakazuki were always unbelievably draining, and he was already exhausted. “What do you want?”

“Watch your fucking tone around me, scum,” Sakazuki all but spat the words at him, lips pulled back in a grotesque snarl, exposing clenched teeth. “After the stunt you pulled, you should be thankful I'm being merciful enough to dignify you with a proper execution, instead of letting you sink with that joke of a ship.”

Kuzan let his head fall back until it thumped against the wall, only then opening his eyes again to stare at the ceiling. Once again he thought of himself as a lamb being led to the slaughter, only now, his neck was bared to the butcher. “How sweet. Didn't imagine you, of all people, to be so caring.”

“Don't get cheeky,” Sakauzki scoffed, approaching Kuzan with firm steps, Sakazuki shoves two fingers under the collar chaining Kuzan's neck and pulls. Kuzan is forcibly risen to his knees, coughing and sputtering as the pressure of the sea-stone combined with Sakazuki's force crushes his windpipe. “That tongue of yours is too loose for a man who'll be dead within the next few hours.”

Being on his knees in front of Sakazuki brought back memories that felt centuries old, times of conflicting feelings and troubled relationships, because there never was a resemble of normalcy between the two. Like cats and dogs, always lunging at each other's throats – engaging in hurried, no-strings-attached flings in deserted hallways kept them from tearing each other apart. Kuzan can tell that Sakazuki's mind must be straying as well, being eye-level with the growing bulge in the older male's pants.

“Did you come here to say goodbye?” Kuzan asks, a cheeky hint of smugness in his tone, lips quirking into a fleeting ghost of a smirk. The ridges of Sakazuki's neck became dangerously pronounced at the provocation, square jaw visibly tensed, but instead of denying – the older male squeezes his bulging cock with his free hand.

“To remind you that the only thing you were ever good for was being my bitch,” Sakazuki let go of Kuzan's collared neck with a careless shove, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. Unzipping his pants and tugging them down along with his boxers to fit snug under his balls. Sakazuki pumps himself to full hardness, swiping a thumb over his tip and smearing precum up and down the thick shaft. “You know what to do.”

Kuzan leans forward to dip his tongue at the weeping slit, earning a sharp exhale from the other man, Sakazuki twitches against his tongue and Kuzan is eager to take the first inch of his cock into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down to take a feel of it. Hollowing his cheeks, Kuzan works his tongue on the underside of Sakazuki's cock to trace the sensitive vein that runs along his shaft, snorting when the older male bucks his hips and groans. Still got it.

“Did you put that mouth to work while on that disgrace of a crew?” Sakazuki growls, taking a fistful of Kuzan's hair to pull the man further down his cock, crushing Kuzan's nose on his pelvic bone. Kuzan shoots him a heated glare from under his lashes, Sakazuki scoffs. One hand tightly tangled on Kuzan's hair, serving as leverage for the older male to fuck his mouth, while the other wrapped itself around his neck, thumb pressing down to feel the outline of his dick bulging through the other's throat. “Wouldn't surprise me, knowing how much you love to choke on a dick.”

Kuzan scrapes his teeth along the shaft in response, making Sakazuki hiss and rip Kuzan off his cock. Kuzan takes a deep inhale, grimacing when it immediately starts to burn in his lungs. “You jealous?”

“You wish,” Sakazuki barked, giving himself a few rough pumps before kicking Kuzan in the chest to make him lie down, Kuzan bites back a pained groan as his skull hits the ground with an unnecessary amount of force, he isn't spared a second to recover – as Sakazuki's hands immediately fly over to his pants, tearing through the fabric to expose his hole to the room's stale air.

Sakazuki lets saliva pool in his mouth before lowering his head to spit a fat glob onto Kuzan's winking rim, wasting no time on pushing it in with the leaking tip of his cock. Kuzan grit his teeth and scrunched his eyes shut – saliva was a terrible substitute for lube in any scenario, but especially this one, where Sakazuki only made sure to get his dick wet enough to prevent chafing. The first few inches felt like they were ripping him apart, chopped clean in the middle like a log, Sakazuki threw his head back with a deep groan as his length sank into Kuzan. Kuzan let out a long exhale when Sakazuki finally bottoms out after what seemed like forever. “Fucker.”

Sakazuki only granted him a self satisfied smirk as he pulled out slowly, until he could barely see the tip of his dick inside Kuzan's hole, then slamming back in with a downright punishing force. Ripping out a shout from Kuzan.

Sakazuki immediately fell into rhythm, harsh and cruel thrusts that punched the air out of Kuzan lungs, bullying his prostate and making his eyes roll to the back of his head. The heat of Sakazuki's scorching palms digging into his hips drove him crazy, along with the dizzying pain that watered down into masochistic pleasure – chest to chest, looking into each other's with the same raging urge to bite and scratch and claw at the other from so many years ago, Sakazuki's sharp brown melting onto Kuzan's plain back.

Their mouths clashed into an animalistic kiss with more teeth than tongue, snarls and broken moans melding in the same breath, Sakazuki bit his lip and sucked at the cut – Kuzan clenched around Sakazuki like a vice when the taste of his own blood hit his tongue.

He didn't regret a damn thing.

#one piece #akainu #aokiji #aokiji kuzan #akainu sakazuki #kuzan x sakazuki #aokiji x akainu #my stuff !!

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headchamberlain · 1 month

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House, but not a home

(Yeahhh. TW/CW for pills/medicine, self-harm implications, blood, depression, suicide, hallucinations, crosses, that stuff!!

PLOT: Ivan's old house in Russia is explored ^_^)

Ivan stood before the door of the abandoned place. It was small, it was dirty, left to rot just like everything else in his past. The place itself ignited an odd sense of anxiousness in his heart. It was somewhere where he was supposed to feel at home, somewhere he was supposed to look upon with warmth and nostalgia, and not... fear.

It was so familiar and yet so new at the same time. Exploring your own house would have sounded like a comedic concept to Ivan before now. With a heavy heart, he put his hand on the knob and opened the door.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, not wanting to stay in the cold for much longer. Not that the house did much to block the cold, but it was good enough.

He ran a finger over one of the small tables. The dust came off so easily. It had been years since he came back here.

"What would it have been like if I returned with memories of this place?"

He murmured to himself, looking at the rooms again.

Although he had no good memories of his past, he could remember one thing about his life; it was unpleasant. Anytime someone mentioned his old house and wanting to visit there, he felt shame tug at the strings of his heart. Ashamed of what, you may ask, and unfortunately Ivan didn't know either. Just ... ashamed.

He took a look at the kitchen first. He enjoyed cooking, and he was much more familiar with the warm meals and the fancy tools at his master's place rather than the empty, soulless aura this kitchen had.

He checked the fridge, not expecting to see much, and he was right. Empty. The only food was some kasha, that was rotten and vomit-inducing now. Ivan quickly closed the fridge and swallowed hard. Disgusting.

He opened the drawers and found ... knives. Tons of dirtied and used knives. Some of them had dried blood on them. Ivan instinctively held his wrist. He closed the drawers.

He looked for anything else to distract him, and unfortunately the house would only plague his mind with more fleeting moments of his past. Pills especially. Tons and tons of them. Had he tried to overdose? Knowing himself, he possibly had. Maybe not. Maybe he had been saving them for other things, he wasn't sure.

He decided to check the bathroom. Bloody bandages hung out of the small trashcan. These ones were for his wrists, not his head like one would assume. He looked into the mirror.

It was Ivan.

Whoever that was.

The bathroom gave him a bad feeling, though. It felt like somebody was watching him from behind the shower curtain. He could see it in the corner of his eye. He whispered a prayer and got out of the bathroom. He made sure to close the door when he got out.

Last but not least, the bedroom. It was just as he left it. His clothes were still messily tossed onto the floor or chair. He used to be too lazy to even move. Too lazy to get out of bed. Too lazy to live. Ivan shook his head- he was so much more productive in the present! Not that it made him feel any better.

The crucifix on the wall stood tall and proud, taking the attention of the visitor. Now that he thought about it, he had seen plenty religious items scattered around the house, but mostly crosses.

He looked into the closet. A chair. Why would that be there? Taking a look at the rope in the corner, he immediately understood why. So many attempts at dying and he hadn't done it. Purely because of fear. Fear of God and what He would do to him. Also because he didn't know how to tie a noose, and trying to search for it would only give those stupid suicide hotline things.

Shuffling some clothes with his feet, he spotted a box under the bed. Out of curiosity, he took it. 'Memories', it read.

...

He opened the box.

It was full of odd things that did not matter to Ivan now. Things that held significant importance, but not anymore; Bracelets that seem handmade. A pair of old socks. Some random string of letters that must have been a code or password to something. All useless to him now.

And... a picture. He looked at it for a moment.

A young woman and a young man that appear to be wife and husband. Two kids, one pale girl with a big, toothy smile and a scrawny boy with long hair and dimples.

Ivan touched his face. He had dimples, too.

Was that--?

He dropped the picture into the box and shoved it under the bed again. He immediately closed every door and went to put on his jacket.

This place was a home.

It used to be, but it wasn't anymore. Maybe it was never a home to begin with.

What he was sure of now is that this place was a house to him, not a home.

He left the building wordlessly, out in the freezing weather once again. He tuned out everything, only hearing the light sounds of his footsteps as he sprinted away from the place.

Unable to feel any negativity, Ivan Goncharov had never smiled wider.

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Itachi Uchiha x Reader

Fear is the mind killer (1)

cw: navel gazey fake sherlock holms bullshit, set in the omegaverse although that's largely irrelevant to plot, alpha!reader, this oc suffers from a good amount of justified paranoia, also warning for attempts to be realistic about the whole child-soldier thing

A better member of the village would have put it all behind them, the whole sordid affair of one of the village's founding clans, a noble clan, being all but wiped out in a night.

It was an act of madness, of power, sometimes seen in the shinobi world. In a single night, the entire clan, fair and shrewd, cruel and arrogant, kind and dedicated, had been made martyrs.

Everyone except the eldest son of the clan head, who was now a villain, and the youngest son of the same, who was now a victim.

If anyone else was stunned into denial and disbelief they, like you, kept their silence. If this was the work of an enemy then it was one that was strong enough only the highest ranking members of the village would know much about it. If it was, more terrifying, the work of a supposed friend to the village, then there was something rotten in the roots of Konoha's great tree.

If it was truly madness, part of you didn't wonder if maybe the village deserved its grief. Itachi had had friends, or at least people who considered themselves his friends. He was an ANBU, one who waded into the dark. Those around him should have never let things get this far.

There was no funeral, which would have been the choice of the last village-bound Uchiha.

Still for there to be no public memorial for a founding clan was strange.

It would have been Uchiha Sasuke's choice, but you wished someone had counseled him to make a different one, even if it would dredge up painful memories. The completely silent and echoing absence of a whole clan in the village was resounding.

The knowledge of who had done it - the jounin and chunin were all whispering about it, it was impossible to keep secret and the village had given up trying almost before it had began - felt like the aftermath of a punch pulled right before it hit your nose.

You suspected you weren't alone in feeling like the massacre being just the Uchiha had been a near miss.

Your mind craved distraction from its own grief, and for better or worse, any information about the event was placed into some box in your mind like sweeping up the shattered remains of a vase. And like broken porcelain, it rattled when you walked with it.

It rattled when villagers fell suddenly silent at odd moments in their own conversations, whether what conversation you heard had seemed to hint at ill will or sympathy towards the Uchiha.

It rattled when you realized it was the forty-ninth day after the massacre and while your steps had taken you past the village's largest temple, your fear of being watched - you had after all been one of the friends (or at least acquaintances) of now traitor Uchiha Itachi - kept you from going inside.

It rattled whenever you caught sight of the other clan heads, distant and alone or with a cohort of vassal clan members and trusted guards, and wondered what they made of the event. What did they think of the lack of response from the village? What did they make of the power vacuum?

You walked back to your apartment in silence after leaving your teammates each day, the back of your neck prickling.

Most jounin sensei preached against fear. It froze the senses or focused them without the benefit of incorporating other information. Your sensei was a beta woman from no clan lineage in particular who had taken one look at your team, fresh out of the academy, in the middle of a village still somewhat resentful of how it was still rebuilding itself after being trampled on by a hundred meter chakra monster, and told you all that fear, like pain, meant something was wrong.

Sometimes it could be ignored or fought through to be dealt with in the future. Sometimes it was telling you something important about yourself or your environment.

As fear was in the mind, however, it liked to be more difficult to deal with than pain. It was the shinobi's responsibility, she counseled, to discern when your body was being reasonably ridiculous about it (like when your teammate put a thorny beetle down the back of your collar), or when it could put you in danger.

Such as would be the case for one trapped in a potent genjutsu. Or one of likely a number being watched for their response in the aftermath of a local upheaval.

Everyone seemed to be watching with bated breath to see if anyone else would do something. You had no idea what would happen if someone decided to break rank. The enemy on the other side of the field was entirely obscured.

Or at least they were trying to be.

You went to training and returned home day by day with only the varied and mindless sort of wandering someone both surprised and grieving might do.

The pieces rattled around as you sifted through them, thoughtlessly tracing the edges.

There was a formation among many others that your sensei had laid before your team. Shinobi had many ways of laying traps for their enemies, and for those they were not sure yet were enemies.

Nagano Botan was a branch member of the Akimichi family and blessed with the corresponding large build and large chakra reserves. He was the center of a strategy in your team that involved his intentionally neglecting to suppress his chakra if you suspected yourselves being monitored. The enormity of his natural power effectively drowned out the other chakra signatures in close proximity so that a typical sensor who wasn't sure what they were looking for could underestimate your team's number or miss a position.

It also had the secondary effect of intimidation. There was less likelihood of an attack from those without enough information if they thought they were outclassed to begin with.

This plan didn't work all the time, but it worked often enough on simple protection missions where the enemy were hill bandits or mountain bandits or simply cowards that the technique was taught to genin.

Sometimes the best defense was a distraction. It aligned at least with the philosophy of those whose job it was to be a constant and possible threat, lurking in the dark.

You frowned to yourself. ANBU was about as deep as the shadows got but there hadn't been any other announced defections from the village in the same week or even month.

There had been very ostensibly nothing else happening at all.

Not that you would know what was happening, you thought sourly, pulling your mind back to the exercise at hand.

Your other teammate, Kuniko, was on a hidden branch practicing throwing senbon through leaves that you sent spiraling into the air

She was very good with them and it had become one of your favorite things to see a fall of steel needles coming down like rain from a direction that your enemies hadn't anticipated. She was however working on precision and you were working on control and cultivating a second chakra nature, so this resulted in you sending leaves spiraling the wrong way in relation to the ground and trying to will your chakra to split them before Kuniko could pin them through with her throwing needles.

By tally, she was winning and it seemed more and more likely that you were going end up buying her the wagered plate of sakuramochi.

It was one of the less physically demanding but mentally taxing exercises your team had in its training repertoire and you and Kuniko, who was experimenting with adjusting throwing angles with chakra threads as well, took scheduled breaks to let Botan ply the two of you with snacks and meditate in order to recenter your control and focus.

They were talking, each pressing Arakawa-sensei with questions about their individual training, while you twirled a leaf between your fingers. You were comfortable, nestled between the roots of a tree with your back pressed to its warm trunk. You were trying to sense the layers of the leaf and direct your chakra to split it that way, rather than along the main vein.

It was perhaps a tad too complicated, certainly too complicated to be useful in the field right now, but you were feeling a bit mischievous and bifurcating Kuniko's target in a way that appeared to duplicate it was tempting.

You rolled the stem between your fingers, careful to maintain the chakra-cycling breath that was the base root of this particular meditation. The leaf's top side was shiny, glossy and very green, the other less vibrant and soft, spongy. You brought it to your nose and pulled in the green growing scent. The underside prickled your skin, not as soft as you had imagined.

Kuniko was laughing at something but somehow that sound suddenly made you wary, like there was something at just that same frequency you couldn't hear.

You were careful. This feeling was not unfamiliar since the massacre. The sudden and unprovoked sense of panic, of missing something. Intentionally, you avoided catching Arakawa-sensei's eye. She would help you if it was unreasoned panic, but you felt like this was one of those thing she had mentioned.

One of those times when fear meant that something was wrong and that something important was right there, just beyond articulation, and it needed to be brought into the realm of thought before it could be dealt with.

What kind of threats were simply too deep to be acknowledged?

The kind that lived at your very back.

Kuniko called your name to begin again and you used the tree to support you when you stood and picked carefully over the grass when you walked over.

It was now time for a rotation. Botan was to practice tree walking, standing upside down or sideways in order to avoid detection, so fluid that not even a leaf would fall from the trees above. Kuniko was to try burning the leaves that did fall before you could catch them in your hand. At the same time, you were each trying to tag Botan out before he got to one of you, without being seen.

You fought back a scowl, because there was already an answer. Like a sliver of porcelain found under the wardrobe or stabbed into your palm. A shiver passed over your back when Arakawa-sensei popped up behind the two of you on the ground, a sinister warning to get out there and get started in her eyes, but the shiver stayed for different reasons.

For one, the kind of wind that promised a chill storm had kicked up, helping Botan to hide within the noise. For another, you quite literally felt like you would jump at your own shadow if the forest hadn't already swallowed it.

What kind of shadow was deeper than ANBU?

You didn't know, but you were certain that Uchiha Itachi had a good idea.

A/n: This is the promised start to a short series that is about Itachi's Alpha's decision to go find Itachi, and their thought process in discerning what was going on behind the scenes of the Uchiha massacre. It is incredibly navel gazey and doesn't have much to do with the omegaverse apart from being set in that realm. As writer and readers I think we understand that despite the shinobi practice of treating academy graduates as adults, this does not mean that genin and advanced ranks are making completely rational/unemotional decisions. Itachi's decisions, which are focused on here, were incredibly emotional. Despite being saddled with an adult's burden and expected to make an adult's decisions, after watching and rewatching the relevant scenes of his conversations with the elders, as well as his confessions to Sasuke and others later on, I have come to a greater appreciation of the writing for those scenes(whether this is confirmation bias or truly present I don't know). Itachi's decision regarding the massacre is made based on fear, anger, desperation, love, and watching him makes his youth more obvious, even behind the reputation of his being an ANBU captain and the clan heir. The mc in this is an unreliable narrator partly due to their own age, as well as what I imagine would be incredibly stressful circumstances post-massacre. In part 1, they don't love Itachi. Yet. They just remember him. If you've had such similar experience regarding persistent thoughts about someone before, you may recognize the experience of the object of mc's thoughts becoming a kind of obsession as they replay scenes and ideas over and over. They also know that although Itachi was at a level far beyond his own peers, he was also part of their age group, which is a bit like watching one of the gifted kids go to all the advanced classes but still know they're in the same literature class as you or something. So I don't think they, starting off as a genin when this happens, has quite the understanding of ANBU to really believe that Itachi is behaving like an ANBU or jounin veteran would. Everything in this will come from the mc's point of view and they are not always aware of the assumptions they are making at every step, despite doing their best to reason things out. Importantly, they are being coached by Itachi's "voice". Some assumptions they eventually will have to admit came into being because they didn't want a friend and someone they looked up to be a murderer and leave it at that. Sometimes the things we want to be true about ourselves and other people give us blinders. Shinobi are taught to be unfeeling and told that the highest honor would be to be a perfect tool, easily molded. But we see how that works out over and over again, with Itachi, with Obito, with Kakashi, with Sasuke, with Rin, with Tsunade and so on. And we see how individual thinking or great problem solving abilities, often in the children deemed prodigies by the villages (including many of the series' missing nin), sometimes going hand in hand with a nearly curse-level ability to empathize, buts up against the shinobi ideal. After all, empathy with your enemies would make you a fantastic strategist, but only if you can also stop thinking of other people as people. For better or worse, this mc becomes aware that they are "not a good shinobi" early on, and this transforms into an internalization of a "ninja way" that is not quite in lockstep with the village policies.

#uchiha itachi #itachi uchiha #omega!itachi #alpha!reader #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #reader insert #omegaverse #io.omegas #a/b/o dynamics #fic with a little meta on the side #alpha reader #i talk too much #that's why the author note is at the bottom #so that people can freely skip it #this has been in my drafts for a billion years and i want it out #i'm still working on the promptfills and the izuna fic #i'm just a cranky lady who needs this out of my “to do list” part of my brain

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notsolocalsimp · 7 months

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Rotten Ribbons

CHAPTER ONE

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It was a normal Tuesday for Y/N, they woke up, styled their (H/C) hair and looked at themselves in the mirror with their (E/C) eyes, admiring the work they did before making coffee and heading to work.

Y/N worked in an office building, it was small but respectable and she had many friends there who helped her around the place, and made sure she didn’t overwork herself. The office workers knew she was a writer because she would always have a notebook on hand, even when she didn’t have work to do.

When asked where they got their stories she would say,

“I write down all I know about life.”

They knew not to bother them with their silly questions because Y/N was never really bothered. They just wrote, and if they knew what to look for, they could see some pages on the inside covered with notes of what the girl was saying, like scripts for conversations.

You walked out of the lobby of your apartment, which was only about 3 kilometers away from your workplace, and headed out of the street towards the metro station. As soon as your feet hit the floor tiles below, you felt the tingling of your ribbon as the magic that bound the two you together began to strengthen, they were getting closer to you. You had never put any effort into finding your soulmate, you would meet them when fate decided, and it seemed that fate had decided that you will meet them soon.

Your train arrived after you had boarded and sat in your seat, watching how other people dressed, smiled and laughed while they enjoyed being alive on this day. They were living their lives as you should be. You watched how the man next to you got off his stop, his blue coat was slightly worn, and he carried a messenger bag in his left hand.

your stop was next and your train started moving. Your body was tense due to anticipation and anxiety, you hoped that the person who will make you happier wasn’t someone that would cause you problems later... You kept your head low in hopes to avoid eye contact with anyone else as you exited the subway station, and went to work.

You would need to keep your mind blank for today so you could focus on your work without having too much trouble. the day passed by in a blur and it was late by the time your boss gave you permission to leave early, you packed up your things quickly, and went to get coffee at your favorite Café

You lived in Japan, and earthquakes were very common there, so when the ground shook you didn't think about it, that was, until you saw debris from a nearby building begin to fall while you were drinking your coffee. You set the glass mug down, and the building collapsed, the impact had to have killed someone, and that's when you saw… your ribbon was rotting

Hero students had came to rescue the surviving civilians, since all heroes were currently busy, except for one, who was their teacher Shouta Aizawa, better known as Eraserhead. He had gotten a call from the police department and had taken up his role as the hero who saves people, despite being exhausted from a grueling week of teaching, even though it was only Tuesday.

Tears had pricked your eyes despite never meeting your soulmate, you were still upset, because they were so close, and you still didn't get to meet them. you took a deep breath to compose yourself, and exited the coffee shop after paying to see two hero students (Katsuki Bakugo and Tenya Iida) arguing instead of helping people out of the rubble. you sighed with disdain, and tore the sleeve of your (F/C) sweater to cover the wounds of some of the injured to help out at least a bit, lets just hope the medical college courses you took in high school were accurate.

As you went to check on another civilian that had fallen unconscious, you heard a loud explosion behind you. you turned around, and saw a blonde boy in a flashy hero costume holding onto a massive piece of concrete with one hand and using his quirk on the remaining rubble in front of him. you frowned in disgust, does he not realize how dangerous that is!

you had pushed away more rubble before you froze, someone was killed on impact, and it was your soul mate... a rebar had impaled him through the lungs, and his legs were pinned due to the rubble, and you saw the shining red ribbon... that meant... your heart stopped beating for a moment as you stared down at your mangled soul mate, and your ribbon was already decayed, he was gone...

As a single tear fell from your eyes, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss. The sight before you was devastating, your soulmate lying lifeless beneath the rubble. The red ribbon, once vibrant and full of life, now slowly dissipated into thin air. It was a cruel reminder that he was gone, that fate had dealt you a heartbreaking blow.

Despite the obviousness of his death, you couldn't bring yourself to let go. You clung onto his lifeless body, desperate for something to anchor you, to keep you from collapsing under the weight of your grief. The scene was hauntingly vivid, his life extinguished so swiftly and violently. It was a moment you wished you had never witnessed, yet it was also a moment that allowed you to meet him in his final breath.

Every detail etched itself into your memory—the pain etched on his face, the blood staining his clothes, the rebar that had pierced his lungs. It was a sight that would forever haunt your nightmares, a tragic ending to a love story that never had the chance to begin.

But even in the midst of your sorrow, you knew you had to let go. Reluctantly, you released your grip on his lifeless body, allowing him to rest in peace. Your soul ribbon, now faded and frail, fluttered gently in the breeze before finally vanishing into nothingness. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing that you had at least met him in his final moments, yet also realizing that the love you had yearned for was now lost forever.

As you stood there, surrounded by the remnants of destruction, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the world crashing down on you. The tears continued to flow, your grief consuming you like a tidal wave. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on you, mirroring the void that now existed in your heart. Life had lost its vibrancy, its color, and all that remained was an abyss of sorrow.

Days turned into nights, and nights turned into days, but the pain persisted. You retreated into your bedroom, seeking solace in solitude. Each moment was filled with memories that you clung onto desperately, the laughter that would never be, the love that would never bloom.

Time seemed to stand still as you mourned the loss of your soulmate. It felt as if the world had forgotten its purpose, its joy. But deep within you, a glimmer of resilience flickered. You knew you couldn't let grief consume you forever. Life had to go on, even in the absence of the one who was supposed to complete you.

Slowly, you mustered the strength to face reality. The tears may still sting your eyes, but you knew you couldn't dwell on the pain forever. Your boss, understanding the weight of your loss, granted you time off work to cope with the overwhelming grief.

In the confines of your room, you battled the sorrow that threatened to consume you. It took all your might to push through each day, to ignore the ache in your chest, a constant reminder of the void that now existed in your life. Your soulmate was gone, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fix it. They wouldn't be coming back.

The world outside continued to move, oblivious to your pain. People went about their lives, laughing and smiling, as if nothing had changed. It felt like a cruel mockery, a reminder of what you had lost. But amidst the darkness, a small glimmer of hope remained.

Though your soulmate was gone, you still carried a part of them within you. Their essence, their spirit, their love—it would forever be etched into your heart. And as you slowly began to pick up the shattered pieces of your life, you knew that you had to keep going, to honor their memory by living a life filled with love and resilience.

The transitional plot had woven its way through the tapestry of your life, connecting the devastating end of a love story with the arduous journey that lay ahead. It was a chapter that would forever shape you, that would mold your understanding of love and loss. And as you stood at the precipice of the unknown, you vowed to keep moving forward, even as the scars of your grief continued to mark your soul.

#ao3 #fanfic #mha #bnha #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa shouta

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A Little Moxie Love:Gavin's Mom has got It Going On!!

Springfield was that kind of town in a sense if you were to ask certain different people their opinions about it. Those who were born and lived there couldn't imagine being anywhere else but they sure as hell will complain about its problems. America's trash hole, the worst city around, just among the few nicknames and terms which came to mind with this pissant little town. For one woman of course Springfield and its issues were the least of her worries.

Now our lovely little ditz here, let's call her oooh I dunno Cakes, as in because she looked like a real piece of hot cakes, i mean you see that ass she's got packed away in these jeans?!! Anyways Cakes here was just parking her mini-van after having just returned from a grocery store run as she unpacked and began to haul her purchaes inside. A deadpan hum thinking of course Gavin or Caitlin wouldn't be bothered off their lazy asses to come around and consider helping her out. But really what else could she expect from those two, especially Gavin?

Well besides his being his usual pain in the ass self, calling her an idiot and what not but chalk it up to the choices she made in her youth. Choices that she was still dealing with the consequences of as she opened her front door to step inside, calling out her return to her kids, puzzled yet unsurprised to get nothing in the way of a response. No doubt Caitlin was busy chatting away on the phone or Gavin was likely being a rude little shit on one of those online games of his. One of these days she swears that attitude of his was going to get him in a hell of a lot of trouble.

Little did she know of course at this very moment, a hell of a lot of trouble had come Gavin's way in the form of the killer for hire misfits known as I.M.P., Yeah let's just say someone in hell had wanted to see that little shitstain and his sister dead.....well a lot of someones, christ it'd been a whole group that if they had them line up, it would've gone around the block, twice!! Long story short, it was a direct enough kind of job, get into the living world, find the two spoiled rotten brats and murder their asses!! It just so happened Mama Hotcakes had come back home just as they were in the midst of disposing of the bodies as the upstairs bathroom looked as bloody and messy as a slaughterhouse as Loona stood by the door keeping a lookout. Her ears twitching, nose flaring as she picked up the sound and scent indicating they had a witness situation pending.

Loona:*looks up from her browsing on her phone as she peeked out the door, looking back to her co-workers as they hunched and loomed over the blood filled tub.* "Hey Blitz, we got a situation. I think the mom just came home so ya know, fyi, she sees this shit? She's gonna freak the fuck out..."

Blitzo:*dressed in hazmat wear, as were Moxxie and Millie as they were hacking up the bodies and using bleach, salt and acid to melt them down. The clients were very thorough and distinct in how they wanted these little shits handled.*"Oh come the fuck on!! I thought we had her routine down!!"*waves around Gavin's skinned off skull, identifiable by his greasy shithead hair with its rat-tail pony tail. Moxxie giving him a deadpan glance behind the visor of his helm.*

Moxxie:"No, sir we didn't. You just said we were gonna go in and quote unquote ''Fuck these little rats up and let God sort them out!!". This wasn't all that well planned out in advance, we got lucky their mother was out at the time..."*Somedays it's a wonder their organization saw business with a former circus clown running things. Not that he would be bothered saying that to Blitzo's face, he was NOT in the mood for another of the former circus kid's wise-ass remarks about his manhood or lack of. For anyone who's been reading this story so far all very well know he wasn't lacking, no sir he was packing!! But I digress...*

Blitzo:"Okay criticism noted and ignored Moxxie, can't be helped so good on you for volunteering!!*That set off a few red flags in Moxxie's brain. Just his luck, his employer was once again looking to go along with a gut impulse instinct. he had to think and act fast. Otherwise this job might go more south than that whole springbreak fiasco, he was NOT a possum thank you!!*

Moxxie:"Wait volunteering for what?"*As he passed on some parts here and there to Millie who dunked them into the tub and stirred away. The chemicals working their way into melting down bone, viscera and skin. Pretty soon there'd be no bodies to find and Gavin and his sister would be likely already down in Hell pending punishment. Hey equal opportunity damnation, right?*

Blitzo:"Why running interference and distraction of course! Get out of those duds, pour on the charm and distract that Karen long as possible. I think this is gonna take us a while, knew that guy who sold me this bonesaw was lying. Cut through a human femur in 30 seconds my horny little ass!!

Moxxie:"but sir-!!"*Despite efforts otherwise, Moxxie couldn't even get a chance to protest as Blitzo pulled the hazmat suit off of him and threw him out into the corridor outside of the bathroom. Looks like the boss made up his mind so now he had to keep Cakes from being a witness by any means necessary, Millie shooting him an apologetic glance while Loona just shot him a thumbs up. Well this was likely to go one of two ways, the most likely being she sees him and mistakes him for a possum. Which would result in her screaming, wailing on him with a broom and try to kill him but time to see how fortune smiled today.*

Sighing as he shrugged his shoulders, the imp made his way to the stairs to go intercept the single mom, who paused half way up on her journey there as she indeed laid eyes on him. An awkward silence occurring naturally as the pair stared at each other, the imp certainly had to say, far as suburban moms went, this gal was more than easy on the eyes that was for sure. You couldn't really tell she'd even had two kids. But of course a part of his brain did remind him that it was time for the other shoe to inevitably drop as she finally spoke up.

Cakes:"Are you the gigolo I was expecting?"*That question seemingly out of nowhere threw the imp for a loop that was for sure. He wasn't sure how or why, of course, unaware that indeed the MILF had indeed been expecting such a thing. Until he remembered that indeed, they had on their way here from Imp City to the living world, wound up falling from the portal in the sky on top of some guy who looked like a male stripper. Leave it to Blitzo to be hasty reading the dimensional travel spell but least he had the bright idea to just tie the guy up and leave him behind the bushes.*

Moxxie:*Deciding he had to whatever was necessary, just shrugged and decided to go along with humor her presumption. It wasn't like he could pass for a Gigolo anyways but not according to Millie and a few others who'd think he put legit ones to shame. She'd likely think it was a prank or the agency pulled some false advertising then likely go Karen on them and call to complain, asking for the manager to provide her a refund. Speaking up as he finally replied.*"Yeah sure that's me alright...baby..."

Cakes:*Not noticing Moxxie wince at that cringey bit of cheesiness feeling like his sack of shit old man there (Seriously Crimson go fuck yourself), seemed to perk and bright up.* "Well wasn't expecting you so soon that's for sure. Weird costume but hey kind of a turn on. Doesn't seem like my kids are home so let's not waste anytime since you're here on the hour."*That threw the imp for another loop, she seriously believed him? Blinking as she scrambled up the stairs, grabbing and pulling Moxxie by his hand, following behind her due to momentum. And getting quite a view of her backside, seeing how tight those denim jeans hugged her legs, especially around that applebottomed ass of hers. Which only helped to distract him as he found himself taken into what he could only assume was her bedroom.*

Moxxie:"Oooh crumbs...."*Was about all he could manage to say as the milf didn't bother to lock her door, assuming it was just the two of them with her kids out and nobody else to bother them. The imp knowing full well said kids were dead and being disposed of by his co-workers in the bathroom. It was a miracle they didn't leave much of the house looking like a crime scene as he watched the single hot mama kick off her shoes and ditch her leather jacket and lime green cap. Showing off she had quite the toned body no doubt from a lot of exercise and yoga a woman her age would be into before she suddenly picked him up and placed him back flat on the bed.*

Cakes:"Now that I get a better look at you, you may not look like the kind of guy I'd see in sports illustrated but youu definitely are too cute to pass up."*The blondey quipped playfully and sensually, looming over the small imp making him feel cornered. He had to admit, this wasn't as scarousing fear boner inducing encounter like that whole fiasco with Martha before he found her peeling off his coat, followed by undoing and removing his shirt and tie. The milf purring as she found his comapct frame to be rather toned and nice to the touch.*"The whole bodypaint cosplay is a neat gimmick too, especially the horns, now then let's see what you're pack-"*Whatever Cakes was about to say was halted as she finished getting off his pants and bxoers, eyes widening and jaw dropping at the sight of Moxxie's erect length and girth.*"....Oh....My...God..."

Moxxie:"Uhm....should've warned you I'm kind of a grower...."*The imp tried to explain and reassure the hot mama before he gasped and groaned at her suddenly grasping his cock. Stroking it in her silky palm and fingers as her expression of shock gave way to awe followed by rising ecstasy. Biting her lower lip sensually as she rubbed her denim clad thighs together, feeling a goddamn waterfall flow between her legs as any and every man she'd been with prior became fading memories. The imp stud soon finding her plant licks and kisses on his shaft from tip to base, outright worshipping his balls with her tongue as she lubed him up with her drool before soon practically making herself suffocate as she proceeded to perform fellatio.*

The blonde bombshell just couldn't help herself, like some switch had been flipped inside her brain, setting her off into a bitch in heat mode that made her want to suck and blow on this cock. Rubbing her denim covered camel toe as she felt her pussy radiate with stickyness and warmth as if calling for her to get on letting this shortstack stud fuck her. Rut her like he wanted to put a baby in her and for the Love of all that was holy raise them right this time!! A thought that got louder in volume as her eyes burnt with a rising lust and she took in inch after inch of this long, thick womb hammering veiny piece of pussy pounding heaven, his sounds of arousal music to her ears.

Whatever doubts or hesitation Moxxie had before about having to, as Blitzo put it, run interference pretty much went south thanks to the intense thirsty blowjob this hot sexy mama was giving him. Her saliva practically drowning his shaft as her tongue lapped up his flowing pre as She unknowingly ticked off a few boxes in Moxxie’s sexual checklist. It was a little fact that only a few select women knew about Their favourite alpha male and it was that the raw desire and pleasure provided by a bitch that was clearly horny for him really turned him on. And this tall, blonde drink of water was really making him want to primal on her…and of course that was what he proceeded to do!!

Cakes:”OOOOOOOOH Fuuuuuuuuuuuck me fuckfuckfuck oh fuck me daddy fuck me fuck me hard!!”*Was about all the single mama that could definitely give Stacy’s mom a run for her money could say in between moaning and screaming in ways that there was no way the whole neighbourhood couldn’t hear them. That is when she could remember to use words let alone form sentences as many a female passer by or neighbour of varying legal sexual age and prime felt turned in and so envious, wondering why they couldn’t get that lucky. Making the men some of them had feel shameful and inadequate while the sexy bitch in heat continued to get pounded by Moxxie’s natural sexual lethal weapon doggy style, biting the grasping the sheets of her bed for dear life. The clapping of her asscheeks against that jackhammering imp’s pelvis as his length and girth ensured no other man was ever going to cut it when it came to satisfying her.*

Moxxie”Seeet unholy whore of Babylon…”*The imp couldn’t help but mumble, grunting as he continued to hammer away into the blonde bombshell’s pussy. Her naked body glistening with a sheen of sweat as the bed shook and creaked from how intense and wildly they were fucking. Knowing at this point that it was clear it’d been way, WAY too long since this woman had actually been sexually satisfied, so of course even it meant having to plow away until his balls ran dry, she had to so well fucked that she felt like she’d see God!! Or at least be knocked out long enough for the others to finish up with getting rid of the bodies and make their escape.*

Fuck her he certainly did, from massaging her juicy hips as she rode him cowgirl style, hearts glowing in her eyes as her bimbo airhead like brain became flooded with pleasure, to having this imp continue to rock her suburban mom world as he pinned her in between a mating press and a piledriver, working her insides like some erotic butter churn. And she was loving every damn second of it that she was actually forgetting she had kids for the time being, christ she thinks she mayve actually been falling in love, or was it just lust? Not that it ell mattered right now as the pair went at it in ways that were putting pornstars to shame, seconds going into minutes which woild become hours unaware they were being watched of course. Millie and Loona watching on with voyeuristic delight as their stud once again gave another needy slut a taste of vitamins Mox, the hellhound catching videos and pictures on her phone.

Blitzo:*pokes his head out from the bathroom door, steam coming out as as he worked away on the disposal and cleaning of the evidence.*”Hey is Moxxie done yet? The little shits’ corpses are pretty much non existent and I’ve been cleaning this bathroom of evidence so much the bitch coild be able to see herself on the floor!” *Yes indeed the disposal had been long since completed, the bathroom sparkling clean bar the equipment gathered up in the corner. The head honcho of IMP not quite picking up the telltale sounds of Moxxie’s ongoing sexual marathon with the brats’ hot mama. Somedays the guy could be denser than Mammon’s rotund stomach.*

Loona:*Rubbing her soaking wet thighs together, tail wagging as she and Millie continued watching the live porn show. Already thinking of her own oending fun times with her imp daddy after this gig that’s for sure.*”Oh yeah, the bitch is really…putting up a fight, he’s really got to go John wick on her….”*She lied unconvincingly BUt given being deadpan snarky and monotone tended to be her default mood set, of course her adopted dad would fall for it. He was the kind of guy you’d be able to sell a boat in the desert to.*

Millie:”Oh yeah it’s a violent fight, who knew a soccer mom could be so vicious….”*Leave it to Millie of course with that sincere country accent of hers to add to the bluff. Licking her lips at watching the air headed hottie’s thicc, toned tits and ass jiggle and shake as she became an addict for her man’s dick. Somedays coming to the living world was always fun because you never knew what sexy slurs and bitches could get lucky meeting her husband. It was hot and sexy as all fuck.*

Blitzo of course ought that load of tripe easily enough, shrugging his shoulders as h decided to give their crime scenes another clean over, including the brats’ rooms. Helping himself to looting some of their stuff of course, some living world material could sell for a mint back in hell, especially in the greed ring. The foursome finally making their escape after Moxxie finally called done on his “interference run”, clothes a bit messy due to hastily dressing back up. Sure he was a mess but not compared to Cakes, who was left in what remained of her bed, soaked with sweat and sex juices and a blissful smile on her face.

She’d almost wake up thinking it might have been a dream had it not been for the business card Millie had left in her night stand. Which of course provided Moxxie’s cellphone number and email, sealed with a kiss by the wrath shortstack hinting that her little gigolo wouldn’t and didn’t need to be a one off. Suffice to say, the sexy single mama was already looking forward to it, as she had herself quite an enjoyable shower, playing with herself as she fantasies about the gigolo who rocked her world. Wearing fresh set of her usual ensemble as she looked herself in the mirror, dare she be narcissistic but damn she was looking better than usual.

So much so that she got an idea as she took some naughty selfies, one flashing a tit and the other mooing the camera with her bubble butt as she sent them to Moxxie, adding his number to her contacts. This was definitely going to Something to talk about with her gal pals as she got out and drove out in her ride. Idly wondering, why did she have a mini-van……ah well. Yes indeed Moxxie had fucked her so well she forgot she was even a mom…..at leas for maybe another 9 months assuming he didn’t leave a bun in her oven. If not then well that could be arranged. For IMP it had been just another job…for Millie, it was her man once again proving he was an absolute unit stud.

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Jasper & Kyle for “shh, it’s okay. i’ll carry you up.” if you please? :)

Oooh, good one! This definitely feels like a Kyle and Jasper prompt :D

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Word Count: 1.7k Content Warnings: mentions of hospitals and injury, not severe

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He'd gone down in the second bout. There were only six minutes left in the entire match, and the Brawlers were up by a whole eight points, and as long as they could hold onto that lead they had the whole game in the bag. He'd been proud of himself, too. He was moving fast, the rumble of his skates so loud it reminded him of a jet taking off, and he'd been responsible for half of their impressive lead.

And then he dipped a hair too low on the straightaway, and his skate caught the edge of the rink - just that little seam where the slant met the floor, hardly anything more than some really rotten luck - and Jasper took a rather spectacular fall.

He'd gotten his skate off before his ankle could swell inside it, though he knew just from a glance that it was sprained at least. Every motion sent shooting pain up and down his leg. The chain of swears that left his mouth, half pain and half frustration at being benched for the foreseeable future - was downright legendary.

The daggerlike shriek of a whistle tore through the air just a moment later, freezing the bout in its tracks. Falls happened all the time. Bumps and bruises weren't worth stopping the match. But when Jasper didn't get back up to his feet right away, things became a little more serious.

"Hey, what happened? You okay?" Adrianna asked, dropping to her knees and sliding up to Jasper's side to take a look at the wound. Jasper shifted, then grimaced as the motion sent fresh bolts of pain up his leg.

"Twisted it on the edge of the rink. Sprained or broken." he answered through gritted teeth, "Gonna need ice packs and an X-ray."

"Trip to the emergency room it is," she decided, briskly undoing her own skates and tossing them aside. She reached for Jasper's remaining skate and added it to the pile, then hopped up to her feet and offered him her arm for support.

"Jazz!" The sound of Kyle's voice made his head snapped up, and Jasper twisted around to see him clambering straight over the railing that divided the rink from the viewing area.

"Hey, you can't-" someone protested, and a stray hand almost caught Kyle's shirt in an effort to pull him back. They missed by an inch.

"That's his boyfriend, it's fine!" Rita, another of Jasper's teammates, shouted back as Kyle dropped into the rink. His sneakers squeaked on the lacquered floor, but he was by Jasper's side in an instant. Despite the growing agony in his ankle, a bit of his tension eased just at that. It was easy to feel safe with Kyle.

"Hey, you alright?" he said, setting one hand on Jasper's shoulder and leaning over to look at his continually-swelling ankle, "Ooh, ouch, that's not fun. We gotta get you to a hospital."

"Yeah," Jasper agreed, forcing himself to take in a deeper breath. If it was any benefit, he didn't feel nauseous, which took the odds of it being truly broken down a few percent. A sprain still wasn't fun, but at least it didn't mean two months in a medical boot.

"D'you wanna stay and watch the rest of the bout?" Kyle asked, sparing a glance at the other skaters. Jasper shook his head.

"Sorry, but-"

"Don't be sorry." Adrianna cut him off, "Go get that checked out."

Jasper nodded, though the motion was tight with pain. He set a hand on Kyle's shoulder, the other on Adrianna's, and used the two of them to get up to his feet. Kyle's arm snuck around his waist, keeping him steady with barely a thought.

The pain easily doubled once he was on his feet, and he muttered a chain of swears through gritted teeth. One of the little-known rules of roller derby: swearing only counted as foul play if it was directed at another player. He could cuss himself blue in the face, injury or not, and the referees wouldn't bat an eye.

With Kyle on his left and Adrianna on his right, he was able to hobble out to the parking lot and slide into the passenger seat of his car.

"Text me when you get home," Adrianna instructed, wearing a mask of concern even as she shifted on her sock-clad feet. Jasper nodded.

"Text me if we win." he fired back (entirely forgetting that his phone was still secured in his locker), "And go kick their asses."

"Aye-aye, Captain."

That got a bit of a laugh out of him, and Adrianna grinned as she walked away. Jasper pulled his door shut and fastened his seatbelt as Kyle slid into the driver's seat- and laughed as his partner whacked his knees on the underside of the dashboard.

"Fuck. Why do you have to be so short, Jazz?"

"Genetics." he deadpanned, "Who knows, they might chop my foot off and make me even shorter. Do you know how to get to the hospital?"

" 'Course I do, you work there."

"Ugh, c'mon, don't go to that one," Jasper huffed, "I'll never hear the end of it. Go to Touro."

"Touro's shit, and East is closer." Kyle responded, twisting around to back the car out of its parking space. He didn't drive much anymore, not since he'd been brought back - he'd gotten his coordination back, now a year and a half after the accident, but he still didn't quite trust himself to navigate the chaos of New Orleans traffic. That, and he didn't want to risk being pulled over.

Jasper almost found it sweet that his health made the exception.

The ER was packed. And it wasn't like working there helped him jump the line - as always, it was emergencies first, and it wasn't as if he'd keel over if his ankle went unwrapped for another ten minutes. But ten minutes quickly became an hour. Then two.

It was approaching midnight when he was finally called back. The pain in his ankle had dulled to a low throb, and he'd been dozing on Kyle's shoulder when he was finally nudged awake. The sick sludge of emotions coating the emergency room was somehow easier to manage when he was pressed so close to Kyle's sunshine.

If it was any consolation to the long wait, the actual diagnosis was fairly efficient. If it weren't for the X-ray (confirming that it was sprained, not broken), Jasper could have done it all from home. His ankle was wrapped, he was given a chemical ice pack and a mild painkiller, and he and Kyle were sent on their way.

One part painkiller and one part exhaustion, he dozed on the car ride back to the apartment too. He was woken only by his car door being pulled open, the shift causing his head to dip and Kyle to swear under his breath. Jasper let out a sleepy hum, squinting under the harsh streetlights that bathed the car. Moving clumsily, he managed to get his seatbelt unlocked, and tried to slide out of his seat. He winced when the motion sent fresh pain jolting up his leg.

"Hey, Jazz, I've got you." Kyle assured him, and Jasper felt strong arms slide around him. There was a part of him - a very distant, quiet part - that felt almost embarrassed about all of this. He felt like a child, pretending to sleep so he'd be carried to bed. Not that that trick had ever worked on his mother.

But Kyle was safe. It was an anthem he'd touted almost since the day they'd met, and even through all the hard times that came after. Kyle was safe. There'd never once be judgement or mockery or anything other than care, not since the beginning.

Kyle pulled him into a bridal carry, secure in his arms, and knocked the door closed with his hip. Jasper shifted again, thinking of all the keys and doors that stood in their way- and three flights of stairs. Kyle was strong, but-

"Ssh, it's okay," Kyle murmured, readjusting his grip to keep Jasper in his arms, "I'll carry you up."

"Mm. You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure. It's alright, baby."

So he let himself relax back against Kyle's chest, and basked in the warm golden comfort that radiated off of him like the sunrise. It was all too easy to fall asleep when he had that surrounding him.

He found himself stirring again, a few minutes later - Kyle was gently running a makeup wipe over his face, swiping away the sweat and smeared face paint. Jasper wouldn't have minded a shower, with his skin crawling with sweat and grime from the bout, but he didn't have the energy to deal with that right now (even if he didn't have to balance on his unsprained foot in the process). It would have to wait for the morning.

Kyle helped him out of his jersey, and into a shirt that was a bit too large and smelled like his cologne. Jasper found himself burrowing into the garment, even as a faint frown crossed his face.

"Left all my stuff..." he found himself mumbling, another half-asleep thought drifting close enough to grab, "At the rink. My phone. N' my jacket. My shoes."

"I'll swing by tomorrow morning," Kyle promised, softly lifting his injured foot to set a pillow underneath it. From the back of his mind, Jasper was glad so much of his medical knowledge seemed to have rubbed off on him. "Just get some sleep, babe."

"C'mere." Jasper insisted, patting the mattress beside him. A soft smile crossed Kyle's face, accompanied by a rush of warm pink from his chest, and he climbed into bed beside his partner.

Jasper slid over, about as much as he could manage with his foot propped up, and let out a contented sigh as he settled against Kyle's body. Kyle turned his head, his lips whispering lightly across Jasper's temple.

He was asleep in moments. There was nowhere safer.

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