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notjustjavierpena · 2 years ago

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A/N: Mean!Joel is back! Beware of dubcon.

Summary: This is PWP. Nothing else. Joel manhandles you in your home. You hate him.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), dub-con, tears, ignoring you in bed, breeding kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, forced creampie, dirty talk, fingering, oral m receiving, deepthroating, degradation, finger sucking

Word count: 3.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48179338

Hate

You had promised yourself never to give in to Joel, but he has his hand in your pants with a force that has sent you dangerously close to the edge of coming in mere seconds. You had fought him, said no for less than a second, but then there were two of Joel’s thick fingers inside of your cunt, beckoning your orgasm closer by rubbing the tips of them against your g-spot whilst grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. Who could continue saying no to that?

And to think that this is happening in your own home of all places; somewhere that you’d shouted that he’d never set foot in after the way that he’d continuously humiliated you in front of your shared patrol group. Back then, he had suggested meeting up at your place after training to help you improve your skills (or lack thereof), but you had been inches away from spitting in his face at the suggestion that he had anything to teach you.

You realize now what he had meant, and additionally why he had wanted to nitpick at your fumbling with your rifle and the way you sometimes lose balance for the briefest moment when you tried getting on your horse: Joel wanted you to hate him. He wanted to rile you up, because he wanted to have his way with you and this was the only way to get your attention.

If only he knew that he already had it so desperately. If only he knew how much you hated yourself each time you fucked yourself open on your fingers at the thought of his rough demeanor, strong arms, rough hands and salt-and-pepper hair and beard.

“Joel,” you say shakily, gripping at his arm as you feel yourself dance around the edge. You moan loudly, leaning your head back against the wall that he has shoved you against, “You’re making me—“

His hand is gone as fast as it had been there, brutally dragging you away from your orgasm that had been so perfectly within reach. You furrow your brow as your clit throbs, whining through a moan as you are suddenly empty, but you are clever enough to not start complaining with thoughts put into actual words. He doesn’t seem like he’d like that with the way he’s looking at you; Joel’s eyes are practically black with harsh desire, his normal brown tint that you have often found his only kind feature, completely gone.

Oh, the irony of him being the enemy who, as the only person, also has the remedy to all the racing thoughts that flood your brain.

There’s a moment where he just has you panting into the room, but then he reaches up to grip your jaw with the same hand, smearing your wetness along your cheek as he holds you in place. You want to look away, turn your head to the side to not let him have the satisfaction of seeing how terrified and horny you are.

“Christ,” his southern twang is thicker than normally when he has you like this, “I can see how much you want it. Stop pretending you ever wanted to refuse.”

“Fuck you.”

“Is what I should do,” he finishes your sentence, tightening his grip on your jaw and pushing the softness of your cheeks inwards. You try to avoid biting down on the soft flesh despite how hard it is with Joel’s strong hand holding you like this. He continues, “Fuck you stupid, so ya wouldn’t have such a smart lil’ mouth around me and the others guys. I don’t think you know how many of them want to shove a cock down your throat to shut you up for just five fucking minutes. Bet you gobble down dick like a pro with how much you love using your mouth to make my day hell.”

He turns his wrist to shove his slick fingers into your mouth before you can retort as if to test out his theory before giving you the real deal. You suck them filthily into your mouth, tasting yourself on them whilst holding his gaze. As if to say something snarky, you narrow your eyes at him and scrape your front teeth slightly along his digits as he pushes down on your tongue. He retreats his hand with a growl, dragging a string of saliva from your mouth that drips down to your chin. He wipes his fingers clean on your shirt.

“Jeeesus, you’re annoying,” he bites, but somehow still shows you enough trust to put his cock in your mouth as he starts pushing down on your shoulders. You let him, if not only to have a chance to rid him of his shit attitude, slowly sinking to your knees until he has you trapped between the wall and himself.

“Look at you with your hair up already,” he notes, praising almost absentmindedly, “It’s like you knew.”

You palm him over his denim pants and earn a groan, noticing his generous size even before seeing him on full display. He is outlined so well, hard underneath the fabric that must be straining painfully and withholding any type of friction. You absentmindedly lick your lips before going to work.

Getting his dick out isn’t a challenge because it is jutting out underneath his boxers as soon as you undo the jeans. You feel a tug in your cunt as you realize his girth and length, the outline having cheated your eyes to think that he was smaller. Your gaze follows each ridge of his veins, which you have an urge to trail with your tongue to really get to know him.

At this point, you barely know if he will fit into your mouth or pussy, but you do know that you don’t mind being stuffed to the brim. It’s just been a while.

You pull down at his boxers to let them rest just above his knees alongside his jeans. Then you wrap your hand around the base of his length, looking up at him through your lashes and flattening your tongue. You tap the thick head against your tongue a few times before giving him a kitten lick to test out his sensitivity.

Joel’s large hand comes to rest on top of your head whilst he inhales deeply through his nose. He doesn’t say anything besides breathing a little louder, so you find it safe to wrap your lips around him experimentally, moaning as you finally taste his skin.

Engulfing him in the heat of your mouth seems to make him shiver a little more, even more so when you start sliding down your soft lips to feel every inch until he is nudging at the back of your throat. You try relaxing your throat but he is huge, at this point barely halfway in. You gag and try sucking in a hitched breath through your nose.

“That’s it, honey, gag on it,” you hear from above you, thick fingers that you miss inside of you carding over the hair on top of your head and towards the back of your head. You whine as the fingers close around your ponytail in a fist, tightening to give the opportunity to use you like a marionette.

Pulling back a little whilst hollowing your cheeks, you try going back to the head and swirl your tongue, not wanting to feel the squeeze of your throat around him again if it meant nausea. It works for a moment; you curl your tongue around the underside as you bob your head.

But when you stop right before hitting the back over and over, Joel doesn’t seem too pleased with it. You look up at him, eyes wide as you are acting oblivious.

“What are you doing?” He asks impatiently then presses against your shoulder with his free hand, pushing you into the wall to make it impossible for you to escape. You whine up at him with panicked eyes as he pushes his hips forward, sliding right back down your throat again. He chuckles darkly, “Try fighting it, sweetheart, no one’s gonna hear you cry with my dick in your mouth.”

There’s a brief thought of biting down but then Joel continues, “You want this though, don’t you? No one makes such a desperate display of hate in front of others without it being about something else. You just wanted cock. Go on, and then I might make your cunt weep and spasm after.”

You gargle pathetically in return. Yes, yes, you want that so much, clit throbbing painfully between your legs as you were neglected by him right before your orgasm.

“That’s what I thought,” there’s a tug at your ponytail and suddenly, your nose is buried in Joel’s happy trail, “Now relax your pretty throat, whilst I fuck your smart mouth. Remember to swallow too.”

You curse yourself as you try to force spit down just as he says it, swallowing thickly around his cock to which he responds by letting out a whew and wrapping your hair around his fist to gain more control. It makes tears sting at the corners of your eyes, threatening to drip down and slide over your cheeks and, worst case scenario, into your mouth.

He thrusts once then twice, setting up a rhythm, and you can taste the salt of his precome. It’s brutal. You relax your throat as best you can like he has ordered, but deep-throating has never been a well-developed skill of yours, and when it happens you appreciate that you can control it. This isn’t the case with Joel; right now, he isn’t even letting you breathe as he shoves his cock down your throat by bucking his hips and yanking hard on your hair to meet in the middle.

You want to fall onto the floor after that, completely exhausted from the rough handling of your mouth, but instead of trying to fight it, you reach with one hand to steady yourself by holding his thigh whilst the other reaches down to rub your clit. You sob with relief, spilling actual tears now as you feel the first stirring of an orgasm while he fucks your face.

“You better not come unless it’s me making you,” he pants and you slow down your fingers before, albeit reluctantly, removing them from yourself altogether. Following orders feels like a reflex this time. Oh, you want him. Fuck him.

“Such a good girl, you could become my favorite” he wipes the tears from your eyes almost affectionately, but doesn’t remove his cock from your mouth just yet. Only when you are close to collapsing, your entire body pleading for you to take in a proper breath through your mouth, he relents.

You cough as soon as your aching jaw and throat is relieved of the pressure, heaving in several breaths that burn in your lungs and make your nose run. Joel’s cock is still in front of your face, slick with your spit, but he makes no movement to force you to suck him again.

“Christ, look at you being a fucking mess,” he lets go of your hair, kneels down to look you in the face and pat your cheek, “But you know that it was something that had to be done, don’t ya? Fuckin’ hate an attitude.”

“Yes,” you croak. It hurts to speak.

“Good girl. Now get up.”

“What?” You look a little shocked.

“It ain’t a suggestion, sweetheart. Get up. Gotta fuck you until you’re dumber, remember? Don’t tell me it’s already happened?”

You scowl. He smirks.

With much effort, you slowly get back onto your feet but not without feeling utter shame as you feel Joel’s impatient eyes roll as he watches. Your body aches for a break, but anything’s worth his promise of putting his cock inside of you.

When you’re finally standing on two legs, Joel tuts whilst he pulls at your already undone jeans. He shoves them down your legs, not afraid to crouch down into such a pose of submission in front of you as he does it, because you know he is in charge. He orders you to step out of your jeans one foot after the other.

Your underwear follows, wetness having seeped through them and causing the fabric to shine, and then his head is level with your bare cunt. He stares at your sticky inner thighs, mutters something under his breath and reaches between your legs to scoop up some of your slick from your folds. You whine.

“Shut up and take your top off. Lemme see those tits too,” he orders as he indulges himself, sucking his fingers clean after getting up from the floor again. You obey silently, feeling another gush from your cunt as you watch him eat your slick like candy.

“Can I have it now?” You ask quietly.

“So polite.”

“Please,” you add.

“Fuck, maybe you’re already my favorite girl,” he moans, bending down just a little to lift you off the ground, strong hands on the back of your thighs, and wraps your legs around his body. He pushes your back into the wall, laughs a little as the back of your head knocks against it. You look at him with a dazed smile.

When he enters you, you gasp in unison. He takes up every little bit of space inside your cunt, nudging at your cervix and stretching you to the point where it burns sweetly between your legs. You dig your heels into the small of his back, angling yourself slightly to keep him from missing that little sensitive spot inside of you, resting comfortably against it until he feels ready to abuse it.

“You’re so big,” you reply and clench around him, fluttering from need mixed with the lack of movement, “Please, Joel.”

“I barely fit,” he groans.

“Joel,” you say again, a little more impatiently, and it earns you a painful thrust. Your mouth hangs open in a silent shout, your toes curling and your eyes falling shut.

Joel starts to fuck you roughly, slamming his hips up into you over and over again. His face is contorted by concentration, beads of sweat forming around his temples as he pistons his cock in and out of your weeping pussy.

You tremble in his arms, feel the pain of the wall behind you being pressed into the bones of your hips and your back, but the sensation of the fat head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot has you forgetting about any discomfort. It cancels out everything so beautifully.

You’ve forgotten how to moan, maybe even your name too. The only noises leaving you are whimpers or whines that make you closer to a wounded animal than a fully-fledged human. You take whatever he can give you, throw your head back and feel him latch onto your neck.

“Fuck me, oh— shit, Joel,” you cry, voice still sore and tired from the way he has used your mouth. The sound has an effect; Joel’s movements aren’t as controlled and consistent as just a moment before.

“Knew you wanted it,” he pants against your skin, looks down between you to stare at your breasts whilst impaling you repeatedly, “Knew it from— Christ… that’s good — Knew it from the moment you called me that name. What was it?”

“A fucking asshole,” you interrupt before he can answer his own question. Joel laughs quietly, falters just briefly. You can feel him twitching inside of your cunt; he must be close.

“Pull out,” you say breathlessly at a particularly sharp thrust to your g-spot which makes you shudder. The words are completely ignored by him. You repeat them a little louder, but it seems that he is willfully ignoring you, and it makes you panic slightly.

Joel groans as you start thrashing in his arms, clenching involuntarily around his length as you try to get away from him.

“Pull out. Joel,” you order but there’s hardly anything dominant about you.

“Fuck no,” he chuckles through a moan, gritting his teeth as he continues his torturous thrusts. By now, it just hurts because your orgasm fades so quickly and the sensation in your body becomes replaced by fear.

Oh.

This position had been chosen wisely by him. You are trapped between him and the wall just like before, and this time, he holds you in place so roughly that it hurts to try and fight him. You want to stretch your legs to feel the safety of the ground in your home beneath your feet, but Joel seems determined to ruin your safest space.

“No, please, please pull out, Joel,” you whimper to no avail, clawing at his back. His hands are rough on your thighs, nails digging brutishly into the soft flesh of your plump legs. He has you exactly where he wants you.

“Keep your mouth shut and take it,” he growls. Then his hips stutter, and he pushes his pelvis harshly into yours as he empties himself inside of your body.

It feels dirty. You feel dirty.

Warmth spreads inside of your cunt, your walls welcoming every single drop of his come like some kind of biological instinct in a world so cruel. You wanted this, you know this, but you don’t want the possible consequences of it.

There is no doubt what this is about for him. He is claiming you as his; marking you with evidence of who you belong to and fuck, even better if you end up with the ultimate mark of possession in a primal world as this; round and swollen with his kid.

Joel pulls out and carefully puts you down onto the floor after a moment. He grunts as he tucks away his spent dick, steps back and lets you slide down the wall when your legs give out.

The lights above you seem brighter. You feel sticky and warm, but still unsatisfied from not having reached your own high as the situation seconds earlier brutally ripped you from coming apart. You have seed dripping out of you onto the floor, and Joel doesn’t spare you a glance.

Instead, you just suddenly hear your front door.

You’re alone, and you hate him. You hate him so much that you can’t stop thinking about him, furiously rubbing your clit until you gasp quietly into the empty room and pushing the remainder of his come out as your cunt contracts into pleasure.

He needs to come back. Just once. Just to feel this again, but by the doing of his fingers or his hands, maybe even his cock.

You know that he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 3 months ago

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Hiya! I've seen your AU!yuus and they're really cool and got me thinking of AUs.

One that's been on my mind is Law&Order!Yuu or Grey's Anatomy!Yuu, I don't know if you know these shows, but the shit they go through is just almost nerve-wracking. Especially the characters on the show such as Olivia Benson and Meredith Grey. They've been through so much and gone through so much shit yet they still continue their job to help people 🥲 So, I just imagine when they come to TWST, they're an adult and they're experienced with trauma, they know how to fight and use a gun, or they know how to use an operated table and treat fatal injuries no matter how bloody it is. Everyday is basically their job just like back in their world, helping people, having more near death experience, while sometimes getting a slap in the face. And for their friends and the overblot gang? There have been many betrayals throughout the gameplay. So for Yuu, I think they'd be a bit more on edge, having trouble to trust. And for getting home? They're tired of Crowley's empty promises, as everyday they're tempted to use tactics from their old job.

Also, another idea I had is if Law&Order!Yuu had a bomb dog back in their world, they would probably teach Grim to be a bomb cat. 💣

I barely watched law and order and do not care for Grey's anatomy (except the book that has been a godsend for my studies). But it did get me thinking of a House MD Yuu. Especially cause magical world = more magical bullshit

Yuu who is the nurse in the school but also doctor in training and Crowley is like, "Good enough. We don't need any more medical personnel" (Yuu is yet again overworked). But what Crowley doesn't know is the amount of medical malpractice and warcrimes being committed because everyone only hears praises

Vil drops off a student like "he's losing brain mass by the day. We have no idea what this is."

Mob student: Hoo boy. I can't wait to go play Overwatch after this

"I have a diagnosis Vil."

Even normal Sage islander people come in for Yuu because they're so good at finding out what's wrong with them. Many occasions of them breaking into houses to figure out more context for stuff. They come back to the doctors office like "were gonna test for STDs I caught your wife cheating"

"Yeah idk what's wrong with me. The doctors say I don't have anything. They tested me and said the tests came back negative." "Actually they're all positive, they just think you don't have it cause you're a woman and theyre less likely to be diagnosed. I'm writing you a prescription and putting this on the record so you can sue your doctor."

Doesn't know a lick of magic or have any context for potionology yet picks it up so fast and had the highest grade in the school for it (Riddle is seething.) Knows an insane amount of magical remedies/diseases despite being from another world just because they skimmed a kids picture book of sicknesses.

Even reads them in other classes.

Crewel lecturing them on standard medical procedure

"OK but did they die?'

"No–"

"So what's the problem?"

"Yuu it is illegal!"

"If I complied to HIPPA, they would've died"

Knows when patients are bullshitting. That one scene where House picks up a cup of piss and drinks it and is like "real nice of you to pour apple juice into this to fake a diagnosis. Now, give us your real sample."

"I tasted the patients blood from the sample. His hemocrit is off. Doesn't have the same flavor, right Lilia" "Hmm yes I agree. So glad to see a youngster practicing old school medicine. They don't let anyone taste the samples anymore..."

"So the patient has had magic acid poured on him and there's no cure? What if... more acid?" It works

"They have been cursed to only wake up by true loves kiss" "mmm no watch this." And Yuu takes out Grim, smears a bit of tuna on the patients lips and lets Grim lick it. Patient wakes up cause it was "true loves kiss" technically.

"Oh no. I must be cursed with ugliness" "ma'am you're cursed with a lack of self-confidence. You are one of the most beautiful people I've seen. Comparison is what is making you think like this. Here. This is the potion of reality I made. Drink it and see what you really look like"

"I have a bad case of stripes..." "Eat Lima Beans."

"Dr. Yu I can't get bottom surgery cause of most potions and surgeries are too dangerous for me." "Here try this I made– disregard that it says Penis Explosion Potion. I just thought it was funny. Works like a charm"

A woman comes in. "I feel like I get so anxious around other girls and—" "I diagnosis you with homosexual but stable"

Kalim gets poisoned one day and is rushed to Yuu and Yuus like "don't worry Jamil, I got this!" It's the strongest, most rare poisons with a 101% perfect death rate with a 1% margin of error. "I know just what to do Jamil stay in the waiting room" "no I have to stay here." "Fine just stay out the way."

Jamil is freaking out at all the odd thing Yuu is hooking Kalim up to and injecting him with before straight up doing a surgery. Everytime Jamil protests it's "do you want him to die?! Quiet!!" The poor man is almost ripping his face off as he watches Yuu mix and pour 18 potions into Kalims stomach and swirls them around which is definitely not legal. Yet Kalims heart rate is stable and he recovers better than ever! Wow not only is he immune to that now but his white blood cells have grown stronger! There's not even a scar!

"I didn't know you were a surgeon Yuu."

"I'm not."

#not writing #not requests #medic yuu #idk #ramshackle

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kangmoon27 · 2 years ago

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The Boy | Jungkook ff

Pairing: Bhrams Yandere Jungkook x babysitter Y/n

Summary: they paid you a huge amount of money just to babysit their son who turned out to be a doll named kookie not knowing the real kookie is actually all grown up and living behind the walls where he always watches you.

You're the new babysitter and a caretaker of the house of Jeon. You though it's just a normal thing but when you got to know who you're supposed to babysit. You're shivering in fear.

You saw a doll sitting on the chair. Height as a five years old kid and to your surprise the doll is the one that you will babysit. Feed him, bath him, get him to sleep but could a doll even do that?.

Well you couldn't complain more. The money offer is huge and you couldn't afford to be payed that much even if you will have 5 part time job.

It's been a month since you're staying here. You can say it's creepy. The whole vibes is little got you shivering in fear. The noises from the walls. The way the doll is changing position and sit on other places as if it can walk on its own and your clothes that always went missing. It's crazy. You wanted to leave but their is something that always stops you.

You came back to the kitchen after collecting the groceries that Malcon dropped and as always. You found the place empty when you're pretty sure you filled it with a lot of foods.

Walking to the doll and stare at it. Sighing before you grabbed the table napkin from his lap and wipe his mouth on it. You turn around and unpack the groceries when you suddenly felt a present of a person standing behind you.

Hesitantly, you turn around and found no one. No one even the doll. It always happen but yet it's still terrifying. You wanted to cry and leave but you just can't. Your feet seems like stuck in this house.

You slowly made your way to the living room and saw the doll sitting on the piano chair. Looking at the clock you find out that it's time for you to play piano for him. Slowly making your way next to him and sat.

You hummed while playing piano. Closing your eyes and started feeling the remedy, it's making your brain relax for a bit. Just then the wall made a huge noise as if someone just bang behind it.

You quickly get up and grabbed the doll along with you. Your breath started hitching, your heart is beating too fast. You heard foot steps, each and every step is making a huge bang. You can say it's like a huge person is running behind the empty walls.

The running foot steps fades away. Walking upstairs and went inside your room while holding the doll in your hand. Putting him down on the chair behind closing your eyes in frustration. You're so scared.

Soon you open your eyes and found the doll staring at you. Slowly walking towards it and grab him, putting him up high before asking. "What the fck are you tryin do huh? Are you doing this could you wanted me to leave? Fine!! It's that's what you want then I'm leaving!!. I'm done!!."

You throw the doll away as you grab your luggage Under your bed. You place it in your bed and walk towards the closet. Before you could even pick up you clothes. The room of your bedroom shut making you startled.

Staring in horror you found the doll already missing from your sigh then the banging on the walls started. Your eyes is filled with tears. You sat on the corner of the room crying, hugging yourself while covering your ears.

"S-stop. Stop!! I said stop I'll stay!! Please, I won't go anywhere just please stop!! I'll stay!!" As soon as you said you will stay the banging sound stop.

You cried silently. The door of your bedroom slowly open and saw him sitting Infront of your room. You wipe your tears away and walk towards him. Picking him up behind going to his bedroom and put him to sleep.

Closing the book after finishing his bedtime stories. You pick up the blanket and cover the boy doll with it before placing a kiss on his forehead.

You look at him for the last time. Wondering if it's posses or what but you knew there is something about this doll that keeps on getting in your nerves.

"Good night kookie" you sigh and get up from the bed. You look at him for the last before closing the door behind you.

As soon as you entered your room you saw the bathroom light is on so you walk towards it and attempt to switch it off but before you could even do it. You found your used clothes again missing not only your clothes but also your undergarments.

You search everywhere but there's nothing. You found nothing.

Meanwhile. A man with a mask is laying on his dirty bed next to the pillow that is dressed up with your favorite red dress that he stoled.

He's been living behind the walls for years since he's only five years old till now that he's grown man. The incident really changed his life. He accidentally k'lled his childhood friend and burn down their house that made everyone thought he's already gone but he isn't. He's fully alive and now a grown man but his existence is hidden that his parents made a doll that looks like him and eventually treated it like their own child while the real kookie is living behind the walls

He's breathing heavily face is covered with sweat under his mask. Trying so hard to not make any loud noise nor m'an out while his huge veiny hand wrapped around his l'ngth. It also added pleasure as your freshly used undergarment is Under his nose smelling it while pumping himself upwards and down.

"U-ughhh Y-yn more" he keep on m'aning while tightening his grip on his c'ck as he continuesly moving his fist up sidd down.

His groan gets louder after feeling himself c'mming. Soon a white liquor squish out of his m'mber making his breath heavenly. A soft chuckles came out of his mouth after making himself reach his high.

He sniff your undergarments and smiled. He turn around and kiss the pillow that he dress up like you while imagining it is you. H get up and made his way to your room inside the wall and peek through the small hole where he watches you sleeping.

To be continue

[Yes this is my version of the "the boy" movie. I just really really love the yandere idea of that movie and I'm literally obsessed with it!!]

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rottenpumpkin13 · 10 months ago

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I love the way you write asgzc ♡

can we have more shenanigans between them?

AGSZC Being Chaotic, A List

• Sephiroth and Genesis testing Angeal's strength (and patience) by running up to him and each grabbing onto one of his legs. They see how far he can walk like that. The answer is: not very far before he trips on Sephiroth's hair and the three of them are sent tumbling to the ground.

• One night Sephiroth is completely unable to sleep and texts Genesis. In the conversation he loosely mentions craving donuts. Genesis then suggests they get some from a place across town. They wake up Angeal and take the subway. Passersby have to look twice to confirm, and still wonder if they're actually looking at the Sephiroth with messy hair tied into a ponytail, wearing Angeal's old hoodie, while Genesis devours a jelly donut in an oversized T-shirt, and Angeal uses the umbrella he brought "just in case" to demonstrate how to defend yourself in case of an aftack.

• They skip a boring meeting one afternoon to go to an ice cream shop near the HQ. They're unaware that the price is pay by weight. Angeal and Genesis lose their breaths laughing when Sephiroth's ice cream cup, filled with an absurd amount of candy and toppings, costs 40 gil. Angeal makes fun of this by using it as a makeshift dumbbell and making exaggerated struggling noises.

• There's a very slow afternoon when everyone's in the office where Lazard walks into Genesis' office to find Sephiroth and Angeal being used as makeup practice dummies by Genesis. The alarming sight is not Angeal's dramatic purple eyeshadow, but Sephiroth inhaling some setting powder while trying to smell it, and now he's coughing glitter all over the place.

• Genesis remedies Sephiroth's lack of interest in material possessions and Angeal's anxiety about buying unnecessary things by dragging them out to stores. Sephiroth ends up purchasing items purely due to his friends' influence, such as a garden gnome Genesis pointed out that looked like Professor Hojo, and a realistic human brain bowl. The latter was bought because Angeal placed Genesis' copy of Loveless in it at the store and said "that's Genesis' brain," which made them laugh so hard that they had to buy the bowl or face being asked to leave by the store manager.

• They get so bored at a dull company function that they start mixing alcoholic drinks and making potions with them. One particular mix makes Genesis' throat burn, his eyes water, and his face get so red it matches his coat down to the exact hex code. Lazard tells them to leave quietly because Angeal's laughter is ""making their inebriation obvious."" They "quietly" exit during the president's speech, with Angeal and Sephiroth snickering and Genesis still coughing. Genesis lets out a loud squeal, prompting Angeal to cover his mouth and drag him out quickly.

• Angeal tests Sephiroth's and Genesis' ability to think fast by tackling them at random. The worst is when Genesis is reading or Sephiroth is nonchalantly buying something from a vending machine, and Angeal yells "THINK FAST" before tackling them. Eventually Sephiroth and Genesis want revenge, so they burst into one of Angeal's lessons and dog-pile him in front of his students.

• Sephiroth and Genesis are uneasy when Angeal first suggests bringing Zack around. But their doubts vanish when Zack joins them for lunch one day. He's talkative and interesting, so he wins Genesis over quickly. They bond over shared interests that Zack managed to unearth from Genesis like bad musicals, comic books, and rock music. Genesis suggests trying ice cream with apple juice, leading to Zack snorting the concoction from his nose after Genesis tells him an embarrassing story about Angeal. Genesis laughs so hard he chokes on his ice cream, so there's a point where they're just holding onto each other while choking/snorting/laughing, and Angeal regrets having them meet so much.

• Angeal initially thinks Zack and Sephiroth didn’t hit it off, until one day he hears a loud slam against his office door. When he opens it, he finds Zack sitting on his skateboard, having crashed into the door, while holding a rope that Sephiroth was pulling. To this day, Angeal still doesn’t know what they were attempting, but their laughter made it clear they were at least having fun.

• It's odd. Zack gains a level of familiarity with Sephiroth that took Genesis and Angeal years to build. He can walk into Sephiroth's office unannounced and make spontaneous plans to hang out. Angeal and Zack grow closer too. One day they return from a mission covered in some strange liquid that looks and smells like monster blood. Zack is fuming. This happened after Angeal recklessly suggested they cut down the monster without materia to teach Zack "not to rely on magic too much." Zack is so mad that he ends up lecturing Angeal about being irresponsible. Genesis finds the whole argument so hilarious that he catches it all on video.

• One day Zack says, "So, I have this friend Cloud…"

• Suddenly, Cloud is being steered towards Angeal's apartment for a dinner set up by Zack. Cloud is so sure he's about to make a fool of himself in front of the most famous men on the planet, and in front of Sephiroth. Poor kid doesn't realize that in two weeks time, he'll be minding his business in the barracks when Angeal swings by to let him know that they’re waiting for him to join them after his patrol shift. When Cloud asks if Zack asked Angeal to include him, Angeal grins and replies, "No, Sephiroth made me come here."

• Cloud finds himself getting unofficial materia lessons from Genesis, who tosses him a can of apple juice after every lesson and casually links arms with him to gossip. He's trained by Sephiroth, who turns out to be soft-spoken with a dry sense of humor, interested in hearing all about Nibelheim and what it was like growing up in the mountains.

• Lazard is bewildered when he sees this tiny blond trooper enter the 49th level with an official access card. Asking where he got it, Lazard is surprised when Cloud nonchalantly replies, "Oh, Genesis gave it to me so I don't have to call him every time I need to come up here." Cloud then walks up to Zack, punches him in the shoulder, and claims Zack owes him 10 gil for losing a bet.

• Angeal is the resident photographer of the group, and sometimes they'll be doing something mundane and see a camera flash out of nowhere. One day they ask Angeal where the photos are going and what they look like. Angeal pulls out a photo album filled with pictures of them—some candid, some posed, all of them flat-out ridiculous. Some of these include:

• A photo of Zack pretending to choke with Sephiroth’s braid tied around his neck. • A picture of the group passed out in various positions on a living room floor after a joint mission, with empty snack wrappers scattered around, Genesis using the length of Sephiroth's hair as an eye mask, Zack cuddling Cloud with one arm while the other is splayed across Sephiroth's face. Sephiroth is cuddling his sword. • A mirror selfie of the five of them in the elevator coming back from a company Halloween party. Genesis is a circus ringmaster, Angeal is dressed as a knight, Zack as a cowboy, Cloud as a mummy, and the 6'7 figure with a sheet draped over its head that took the photo is a spooky ghost. This is the one photo Genesis can't look at without laughing hard because of how ridiculous Sephiroth looked that night. • A shot of Genesis and Sephiroth tangled in a wrestling match during a training exercise, seemingly having an argument, with Zack and Cloud sharing a sandwich in the background and giving the camera a thumbs up. • A picture of them at a cat café. Sephiroth has one of the cats on his lap and is looking at it lovingly while it laps up his tea. And then the second photo Genesis and Zack recreated, where Genesis has Zack on his lap while the latter laps up his coffee.

• A photo of Cloud and Zack in the kitchen covered in flower after a cooking attempt went wrong. Genesis is seen in the background, on the ground with his head in his hands after having given up on life. Sephiroth can also be seen in the background, but it's just his hand giving a thumbs at the camera.

• A photo of them in a bookstore. Sephiroth told Genesis to hold a book while they pose for the camera. Genesis was too focused on looking good for the picture, he didn't realize the book was a autographed Sephiroth photo book. Sephiroth has his arms around Genesis. It looks like a picture between Sephiroth and a fan.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #crisis core

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satansaidnottoday · 1 year ago

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When they are sick: human Au.

Info: Human AU, GN!Mc.

Summary: how do they deal with being sick and how can you help them.

Warnings: just general talk of sickness.

Lucifer

He ignores all of the symptoms and signals that he's going to be sick.

Even if you try to tell him to take care, he will tell you it's just a sore throat.

He's sneezing all over his paperwork and can barely breathe.

He won't take a single day off. He'd just chug some pills and act like his fine.

In the end, you have to force him to bed when the fever takes over and he's writing down nonsense. You let Diavolo know he won't be working the rest of the week.

Protests and whines about it, but it's too weak to do anything about it. Internally he's actually glad someone cares for him, but it's too prideful to admit it.

He will sleep most of the day, trying to pass the sickness as fast as possible. Bring him tea, and some medicine, and put on his favorite classic vinyls. It will help immensely.

When he is better he thanks you genuinely. Being the oldest brother, he never got to rest and get taken care of. He's very appreciative.

Mammon

The moment he feels the smallest indication of sickness he starts to whine about it.

He just wants attention. Your attention specifically.

If you give in and console him he will latch on to you and act way worse than he actually is.

If you don't he will whine even more about you not caring about him.

"Mc! You're do cruel, I could die you know…"

Over dramatic when the cold actually hits him.

He's in bed with the lowest fever ever, crying because he's going to die.

Encourage him by saying he's way stronger than any sickness and he'll instantly stop.

You're right! The great Mammon can't lose against a common cold.

Won't let you leave his side. Gets really needy and asks you the most random questions to keep you talking to him.

"Okay but what's your second to last favorite animal?"

Will get better pretty fast, his immune system is amazing. He will pretend to still be a little sick to get pampered tho.

He will buy you presents as a thank you for taking care of him.

Leviathan

He ignores the symptoms at first. It's not like he leads a super-active lifestyle anyway. Playing video games all day can't make your cold worse.

His immune system is shit due to how little he goes outside, so when it hits, it hits really hard.

He says he's okay and can take care of himself. It's a lie, he not only wants you to take care of him, he desperately needs it.

He gets high fevers and skull-hammering headaches. Every time he sneezes he feels like his brain is rearranged. He can't even sleep because of the pain.

He clings to you and whines about the pain.

"Why meee?"

You make him his favorite chicken ramen because that's all he wants to eat.

Since he can't look at screens, you read him novels to keep him entertained.

When he gets better you stay over for a marathon of every new anime episode he missed.

Satan

He starts preparing when he feels the symptoms coming.

He tries a few home remedies he read about, but they rarely work.

When he is actually sick, he will arrange time off work. He has his doctor on the line and already made a run to the pharmacy to get real medicine.

Takes a lot of short naps.

His symptoms are strong, but he knows how to manage them.

Reads most of the day. Only allows the cats into his bed. Sadly, that doesn't include you.

He won't let you come close, he will even try to convince you to not visit at all. Of course, you still show up to make him vegetable soup and refill his honey tea.

When his eyes sting too much to read, you sit at a cautious distance and narrate to him whatever book he wants.

Gets better pretty fast.

He surprises you with homemade dinner as a thank you.

Asmodeus

He panics when he realizes he is going to be sick. Tries to deny it until it's too late.

He hates being sick, more than anyone else. He hates the puffy eyes, the swollen nose, the chapped and broken lips.

The only saving grace is you. He loves the extra attention (like he doesn't get enough already).

He actually has a pretty good immune system and has barely any symptoms.

Doesn't exaggerate his symptoms like Mammon, he just straight up tells you to pamper him.

And how could you say no to that face?

You spend the week holed up in his room because he doesn't want to be seen by anyone but you. Every time he needs you to run an errand for him, he frames it as a mission.

Your most frequent mission is getting more chocolate.

Skincare, skincare, and more skincare. You use around 20 different masks a day.

When he is feeling better he wants to go out and have a proper date.

Now you gotta pamper him because he was sick before! He couldn't fully enjoy his time with you.

Beelzebub

Has an immune system made of steel.

Rarely gets sick, and when he does he just goes on with his normal life. At most, he gets a low fever and has to test for a day.

You can convince him to take a little rest by offering to cook for him. Anything will do, even just instant soup. He just loves the thought of you cooking for him.

He will try to help, do not let him. One thing he does get when sick is dizzy. You don't want him near anything hot.

He is completely fine by the next day. I wish we could say the same about you.

He infected you. Now you're in bed with a high fever and can barely move.

Don't worry tho! He will make you the best chicken soup you've ever tried.

Belphegor

You would think he is another drama queen, but honestly, he doesn't have the energy for that.

He already expects you to spoil him at all times, sick or not.

He gets sick too often to make an event out of it. The winter, the change of seasons, and humidity variations; everything gets him mildly sick.

Of course, that's just a great excuse to take extra naps.

Doesn't care at all about infecting you, he will demand you cuddle him the whole time.

You're the greatest body pillow ever, so of course he needs you to feel better.

A lot sweeter than usual. He will drop the snark and be pure fluff.

Force him to eat some vegetables, he will never get better if he keeps sustaining himself on snacks and candy.

If you're strong enough, you will have to carry him everywhere. His bones hurt too much to walk.

If you're not strong enough, you will build muscle dating him.

Not much will change when he gets better, he'll just have more energy to tease you.

A little bonus Lucifer scene. Because I'm shameless about my favoritism.

"Luci, I think you have to go to bed," you said as you raked your hand up Lucifer's hair. He looked at you from his desk, his eyelids dark and red.

He tried to speak, but his throat hurt and he gave up. He let himself rest against your touch. He slowly shook his head.

"You have a fever, angel," you leaned down to whisper, caressing Lucifer's face and feeling it burn under your hands. "What you're writing makes no sense."

You tried to explain, but Lucifer wasn't hearing anymore. He hugged your lower body and let his head rest against it, looking for comfort. You gave him your arms and helped him stand up, guiding him all the way to his room.

Thanks for reading!

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joyuries · 10 months ago

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MIDNIGHT FICTION

summary a late night spent between daisy and her lovers. ( wc : 1.5k )

cw for brief mentions of insomnia and homesickness

pairing ethan edwards + luke hughes x fem!oc daisy ahn

this one shot is very loosely based on ‘midnight fiction’ by illit, so please give it a listen while you read!

au masterlist | about daisy | about daisy + her lovers

october 23rd, 2022

daisy was restless. any attempt at sleep seemed to be futile, as she grabbed her phone and read the time as 1:29am. laying flat on her back against the mattress, daisy stared up at the ceiling upon the multitude of glow in the dark stars plastered on it — courtesy of david and yujin. she turns her head to the side, taking notice of the way her lovers are fast asleep next to her.

while she usually takes the centre of their snuggle, it’s luke who’s in the middle this time; as a result of feeling drained from a long day. she can’t blame him either — midterms are just around the corner — and that coupled with arduous practice days makes for an exhausted pair of boyfriends. ethan’s arm is draped over luke’s stomach as he sleeps on his back, the pair of them breathing in tandem as soft snores escape their lips. she’s not sure why it is she can’t fall asleep. when the boys are over, she’s usually one of the first to clock out, but it seems that it’s just one of those nights.

sleepless nights weren’t uncommon for daisy — her insomnia at an all time high since she’s been in michigan — but she’s been getting better at dealing with homesickness despite it. it’s gotten easier with luke and ethan around.

without waking her lovers up, daisy slips out of the covers; feeling fortunate she decided to let ethan have the wall side of her bed. she looks over her shoulder once as she quietly pads towards the door, ensuring the guys are still fast asleep before she slips out the door of her bedroom, quietly shutting it behind her.

as she stands in the hybrid between a kitchen and living room, she weighs her options out. she could finish up the physiology work she had due on monday, but she didn’t think her brain was cognitive enough to focus on schoolwork at this hour. she’d thought about calling sunghoon, but knew he was busy with work. yujin would definitely pick up if she called, but ultimately daisy discarded the idea of phoning someone at all — not really in the mood to talk over the phone at one in the morning.

realistically, the play is to attempt to go back to bed, but she’s already committed herself to finding methods to do that. she’d run out of melatonin and forgot to grab more, so that was out of the question.

which is what led to where daisy was now; sporting luke’s michigan hoodie as she hunched over the microwave, milk in her favourite mug spinning inside. warm milk and honey — or fairy milk, as her mother called it — was daisy’s go to sleep remedy back home, her mother making it on nights like these.

though, as she’s watching the mug spin, the soft hum of the microwave seems to distract her from the sound of her bedroom door opening again and footfall approaching her. she only snapped out of her stupor as she felt a pair of arms circle around her middle, pulling her into the broad chest of her perpetrator. it startled her briefly, but she seemed to calm after hearing luke’s drowsy voice.

“woke up ‘cause you weren’t in bed. can’t sleep?” despite the grogginess in his voice, his tone isn’t accusatory nor jaded. he’s simply making a statement. daisy melts into his hold, his warm body comforting as it encircles her and consumes her entirely. luke was no stranger to daisy’s sleeping problems; having known her for nearly a decade and then some. to him, loving daisy was as easy as breathing, and with ethan in the mix, he found that the three of them came naturally.

daisy could only nod, not trusting her voice as she turned to face him. “mm. yeah, ‘m sorry lukey, didn’t mean to wake you.” she murmurs, as luke cranes his head down to press a feather light kiss to the crown of daisy’s head, the hairs in that area becoming a little more disheveled than they already were. even if daisy wasn’t the most affectionate between the three of them, she always relished in the touch of her partners. “don’t sweat it, daf. only noticed when i woke up to get the water on your bedside table. what’re you making?” he asks.

“fairy milk.” she answered, as luke hums in understanding. pulling away for a brief moment, he lets daisy take the now steaming mug out of the microwave, watching with endearment as she uses the sleeves of his sweater to shield her hands away from the biting heat of the porcelain mug, placing it on the counter as she adds the honey and vanilla into it. the pair of them move to the kitchen table, sitting across from one another whilst daisy mixes her concoction. she watches as luke sits in front of her, her brows furrowing as he watches her sip from her mug.

“what?” he pipes up, resting his head against his forearms on the surface of the table.

daisy puts her mug down on the coaster, her expression carrying hesitation as she picks her next words. “you don’t have to stay up with me, luke. i feel bad. you’re tired.” she points out, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. she’s expecting him to nod in agreement and head back to bed, but she’s almost surprised to see him shrug in reply. “so? you didn’t think i was gonna leave you here to wallow in your lonesome, did you?” he teases, and daisy’s astonished that her boyfriend can be so sassy even when he’s half asleep.

she’s about to make a snarky retort, but the sound of ethan’s sleepy voice carries through the apartment, temporarily stopping any train of thought daisy once had. “why’d you guys leave?” he whines out, taking the seat next to daisy, leaning his head against her shoulder as her head instinctively moves to rest against his for a brief moment in acknowledgement. she sits up again as she takes a sip of her milk. “daffy couldn’t sleep. was just keeping her company.” he says, reaching over to take her hand across the table, wanting to feel her touch as well in the same way ethan’s cuddled up to her.

“i didn’t wanna wake either of you.” daisy quips back, squinting at the pair of them. “don’t wanna bother you guys when you’re both exhausted.”

“counter argument,” ethan begins, sounding a little more awake now. “you should wake us up when you’re feeling restless.” luke simply nods in agreement.

“me personally, as much as i love my sleep, i’d rather know when you’re not able to sleep. plus, it’s our free day tomorrow. meaning, we can sleep in.” luke adds on, the prospect of being able to sleep in well into the afternoon sounding nothing but enticing to all three of them. even if they’re all early birds. daisy wants to protest, but she can’t find it in her to do so; only making a sound of fulmination as ethan and luke both take turns sipping from her mug. “parasites, the both of you.” she chides, taking her mug out of ethan’s grasp, the latter smacking a kiss to her cheek.

“yeah, but you love us.” ethan points out, using his free hand to poke daisy in the cheek. while she lets out an indignant huff, she doesn’t disagree with him either. it’s true, after all. loving luke and ethan was second nature to daisy, and even if she didn’t admit it often, she was wrapped around their fingers. they’d somehow managed to worm their way into her glass heart, even going as far as creating a protective layer over it. she always wondered what she’d done to deserve love like theirs, but learned to accept it in time (with the help of luke and ethan’s eager words of encouragement.)

the next hour is filled with lulled conversation, the trio having migrated to the couch sometime during it. they’re watching cartoons on the tv, and as luke is about to ask for daisy’s opinion on his and ethan’s most recent debate, he’s met with the sight of his girlfriend dozing off, her eyelids droopy as she fights the drowsiness. it makes the pair of them feel incredibly warm and awfully fond as ethan scoops her into his arms in one fell swoop, carrying her back to her bedroom as luke follows behind, shutting the door on their way in.

with familiarity, ethan gently deposits daisy in the middle now, taking his original spot by the wall as luke takes daisy’s original position. the pair of them circle around her as she relishes in their warmth, savouring their gentle goodnight kisses. “thanks for staying up with me.” she mumbles, the exhaustion sinking deeper into her bones as it becomes harder and harder for daisy to stay up. as she drifts off, she can faintly hear them whisper their ‘goodnights’ and ‘i love yous’.

super fun fact daisy keeps a nightlight on her bedside table — it’s miffy shaped!

note from mei i hope you guys liked that!! this is probably my first proper one shot here and i’m happy it gets to be about these three. i also take requests for x reader one shots, so please feel free to send in asks and requests!

pookie tags : @wintfleur @iceflwers @winterbarnesblog @lovings4turn

#ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ arts + crafts #₊˚⊹ ᰔ daisy #nhl oc #ethan edwards x oc #nhl au #luke hughes x oc #nhl x reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards x reader #‹𝟹 : michigan's finest #umich hockey x reader #new jersey devils x reader

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nereidof40k · 3 months ago

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I have read Abyssal Edge so many times since yesterday I couldn’t resist rewriting the interview scene with Sevatar and the newest OC in my brain. Just for her responses. I’ve tried copying as little text as I can get away with and retain context.

Hope this interests anyone else than me. I have no idea how it would end, ultimately.

‘Greetings,’ said First Captain Jago Sevatarion. ‘You and I are going to have a conversation.’

It was testament to her training that she did not stand there staring like a young girl faced with her celebrity crush.

Stepping aside, she gestured at the low table with its chairs. “Come in First Captain. I am surprised a man of your rank has the time for this.”

Moving to the tea kettle, she put her sunglasses down, showing her completely ink black eyes for the first time in years. “Tea, First Captain Sevatarion?”

She thought she heard a hint of a smile in his voice, but that might be wishful thinking. “No. Now start talking.”

With those words, and the order within them, business had begun in earnest.

Before she even sat down, she handed over the report that had earned her ire so.

Watching him like he was the last thing she would ever see, she unpinned her hair, letting the points of her ears poke out. He might very well be the last thing she ever saw, and she would prefer to face her death without pretense.

Sevatarion finished reviewing it in less than six minutes. She was impressed. He was faster than she was, and she considered herself a fast reader.

The First Captain didn’t give back the data-slate once he was done with it. He locked eyes with her from across the chamber’s low table.

She began to speak. “This is a terrible report. Not up to standard at all. If I had dared to submit something this biased and speculative, I would not have lived to see the next day. I have a duty to do, and so I am looking for better sources.”

For once she allowed herself to gesture as she spoke, letting her passion for her work show. It seemed to amuse Sevatarion a little, unless she was reading him completely wrong.

Sevatar still hadn’t relinquished the data-slate. “Who filed this miserable poetry?”

“An officer listed as “Khayon of the Khenetai”, who belongs to something called “The Order of the Jackal”. He’s cited as captain of the warship Tlaloc.”

Sevatar shrugged, the barest movement of his broad shoulders. “Never heard of him. I couldn’t tell you if he was there or not. I paid little attention to the Thousand Sons junior officers at Zoah. They all tended to whine in the same way. They blurred in my memory after a while.” He paused, reflecting for a moment. “”Order of the Jackal”. “Khenetai”. What amusing titles the other Legions use.”

She chuckled dryly at that. “Pity. I would have loved to sign him up for classes in remedial report writing”

Sevatar blinked at last, and his imitation of a smile faded. ‘Here is what you may do. You may file this report as it is, leaving it in the archives for future generations to regard as a mild and anomalous curiosity. Or you can delete it, and no one will know or care. If you do either of those actions, you will leave these quarters, and then leave the Nightfall, returning to your dull life.”

The First Captain reached for one of his belt pouches and drew forth a fist-sized orb of polished brass. She raised a curious eyebrow at the sight of the antiquated holo-projector as Sevatar rested it in the centre of the low table between them. The towering warrior rose with purring armour joints as he spoke once more. “You can leave and forget about this. Or you can watch the recording, and get the answers you’ve come for. Contained within are no vital records that will benefit the Great Crusade, no damning truths that will threaten either of the two Legions involved. Just the words of two brothers at odds. Words that neither brother wishes those outside their Legions to know. This…”he tapped the activation rune with his thumb but didn’t push it down, “…is a matter for legionaries and primarchs. A family matter. Not something for mortal eyes and ears, and certainly not the Crusade’s archives.”

“Then why offer it to me?’

Sevatar chuckled. “Why indeed.” His tone made it rhetorical. “Farewell”

She watched as Sevatar reclaimed the immense war spear, longer than she was tall. “This recording, First Captain. If I watch it…” Sevatarion fixed his black eyes upon hers. “Are you asking if you will forfeit your life by learning the truth?”She nodded. Sevatar did not. “Let me ask you something, my Lady. If you were to die tonight… would you really care?”

She felt a cold shiver down her spine at his words. Had he somehow figured her out? Did he care about the blood in her veins, the sins of the fathers? Gathering herself she pressed the rune without hesitation. Watching intently, pale brows furrowed as she committed it to memory.

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The hololithic recording faded away, and the device on the table still clicked as it cooled. “Magnus was a fool.” She said softly to herself.

“Perhaps he was,” Sevatar allowed. She jerked at realising she wasn’t alone, though she was ultimately unsurprised. First Captain Sevatar was standing in the doorway, his spear in his hand. Focused on her duty, she hadn’t heard him return. Now the bulkhead stood open. Death was coming, and it wore ceramite armor.

“Some minds are not equipped to deal with the truth.” Sevatar walked into the room, his boots thudding on the floor. With the butt of his spear, he casually pushed the door closed. It sealed with a mechanical crunch. “Perhaps both primarchs were right, or both were wrong. It hardly matters.’”

He looked down at the much smaller woman, black eyes unblinking. ‘You learned what you came to learn. Was the recording enlightening?’ She nodded. “It was.” Smiling suddenly, a rare expression aboard the Nightfall. “I’ve never seen demigods argue before.”

“Yes, it has entertaining elements,’ Sevatar admitted. “We are told it would be awful for morale if it ever became common knowledge, however. Primarchs must not be seen to be at odds with one another. The Crusade’s mandate is strict on these matters. I doubt most humans would care about or understand the gravity of the argument, but I did not write the codes of conduct. I merely enforce them. Sit still, please.”

She was as still as a statue, pale face impassive as she watched him. “Death comes to all in time. It’s been an interesting life.” She refused to beg, cry or scream. “Duty never ends.” Her voice was flat as a gravestone.

Sevatar raised his chainglaive. His armour joints growled in chorus. The chain-teeth stayed inactive; they would rend flesh easily enough without the Astartes needing to gun the weapon’s trigger.

She stared up at her killer, awaiting the blur of movement that would herald the end. Switching to Nostraman for this. “Of all the things I could have seen in my last moments, your handsome face is one of the better.” Suddenly feeling giddy, like she wanted to laugh until her ribs cracked. Like years of watchful tension had melted away.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k oc #writing exercise #thinking about this scene all day

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supermarketbae · 2 years ago

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Bestie whenever u mention billy and requests imm hop on here super fast. Waking up billy to a blowjob.

I thought I was dreaming…

This is so much better~

Babe if you keep up the stellar requests imma have to hire you to think for me 😵‍💫

warnings: smut, oral m receiving, slight somnophilia, praise, whiny!billy because yes that needs a warning, and degradation

So much for the saying ‘silent night’ you think to yourself as you lie awake eyeing your digital clock grimacing when it reads 2:35am. Sighing you turn over smiling seeing Billy sleeping peacefully next to you. If anybody deserved a full nights sleep it was him. Scooting over, you entangling yourself with him, smirking as you hear your boyfriend let out a shaky groan when your ass comes in contact with his hips. “Love?” You try to gently shake Billy awake. No use. When Billy slept, he slept like the dead. You huff, deciding that if he wasn’t going to wake up with your prodding, you’d wake him up in a way you knew he loved; your lips wrapped around his cock.

So ever so gently you move the waistband of his sweatpants down biting your lip gently at the sight of his dick. You give a few experimental strokes of your hand, relishing the breathy whimper that falls from the lips of your half awake lover. You lower your head, moaning softly as you take Billy in your mouth. You’re always reminded on how big he is when you give him head, you can never take all of him. You remedy that by wrapping your hands around his shaft squeezing harshly, meekly whimpering when Billy tilts his head towards you half lidded eyes boring into yours “fuck sweetheart-I thought I was dreaming-” He moans as you smile up at him cheekily, hand coming to grip your hair pushing you further down “this is so much-ah-so much fucking better.” Billy mewls to you. You clench at the sound of his lust drunk cries, hips coming to gyrate against the mattress. “Oh goddd darlin’ such a good girl yea? Doin so so well for me.”

Billy groans as you gag around him swirling your tongue around the head of his dick. “Taste so good” you whine as you give a small kitten lick to his weeping cock.

Billy pulls you up to him, dragging his lips across yours “pretty girl” he purrs against you, smiling as you rut yourself against his thigh. “C’mon sweetheart I know you wanna cum.” Billy whispers to you biting against your earlobe you shiver shaking your head. “No?” Billy asks bewildered as you move yourself back to finish what you started. “Wanna make you feel good…” you mutter softly once again wrapping your lips around his swollen cock. And when Billy lets out a high pitched whine, you know you’ve made the right decision. Bobbing your head with renewed vigor you relish ever sound that falls from Billy’s parted lips. He’s always loud, telling you how good you’re doing, moaning your praises, saying the filthiest things to you, things that have you blushing and grinding even harder against him. And tonight, is no different.

“takin it sooo good, feels so good baby-” Billy rasps to you as you lick a stripe of his shaft. “Gonna make me cum darlin’-ah god baby-holy shit-” You swoon softly, brain moving slower than honey. The only thing your tuning into is Billy, bucking up into you. You want him to feel good. So, so, so, good.

Keening as he mewls out your name a final time, ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat spurred on by the sounds you make around his girth. You don’t stop moving your head until he’s begging, muscles tensing, and his hand is pulling you somewhat roughly off him. Billy pulls you up towards him once more smirking lightly at your wide, pupil blown, innocent eyes. “Now darlin’,” he says breathing still raggedly erratic, “how do you want me to return the favor?”

needless to say, you didn’t sleep that night.

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daddycassie · 1 year ago

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Volunteering for Lucy Gray Baird

note: trying the scenarios format because I’m obsessed with this woman and I used to write this way and did way better, so let me know what you like better!

🎶🕊️~ Lucy Gray wasn’t shocked when her name was called. Disturbed? Yes. But not shocked.

~ She’d been making her way to the front when she heard a familiar voice coupled with unfamiliar words. “I volunteer!”

~ You had to say it a few times to be heard on the stage, but Lucy Gray heard you loud and clear.

~The look she gave you, you’d have thought you rigged the reaping yourself.

~ Her eyes welled up as you approached the stage. She’d grab your arm, squeezing your sleeve with shaky fingers.

~ “Don’t do this.” Lucy Gray began, but you tugged away from her and walked away. You couldn’t look at your friend’s face when she cried. You were afraid Lucy Gray would convince you not to go anywhere, to let her go instead.

~You refused to look at her the whole time Jessup was reaped to go alongside you, but you could hear Lucy Gray crying.

~When you were escorted out you spared her a final look, you did love her after all.

~Lucy Gray was looking right back, you should’ve expected as much. Her brown eyes were fiery with emotion, you thought maybe she was angry.

~It didn’t take long for you to get the message. Survive this you damn fool. You could hear her saying it and that’s what you told yourself the whole train ride.

~When you got there you were greeted by a blonde boy who offered you a white rose. You narrow your eyes at it. “Let me guess, that’s for Jessup?”

~He didn’t have a good sense of humor to say the least, but he was determined, jumping into cage after cage after you and visiting you.

~You found his name to be Coriolanus Snow, but never referred to him as such, “snowflake” or “baby girl” seemed more fitting somehow. (Coryo did not agree)

~Didn’t take long for the games to begin, Lucy Gray didn’t have the heart to train with any weapon, but you sure did.

~Getting your hands on a sword was easy aside from Reaper throwing himself at you.

~You felt bad when Jessup was lost to the bloodbath, but that was remedied enough when you killed the boy who did it.

~There was one person you became allies with, little Wovey. You thought Lucy Gray would like her.

~You didn’t talk to her much, mostly dragged her along with you. Not that she needed any convincing.

~She was a great climber though! She could easily climb up into the stands, while you needed her help.

~When the snakes came, you and Wovey happened to have come down to take part in the fighting that was happening.

~She was gone so fast you had no time to mourn her, only running. Run. Run. Run.

~Reaper made no move to escape, but you heard Mizzen die rather loudly. Coral ran behind you as you scaled debris, remembering as many of Wovey’s tactics as possible.

~Coral calling for help was all you could hear, but, well… if you pushed her off then the games would end before the snakes ever reached you, right?

~It did not.

~You lay completely still, not even making an attempt to breathe as they slithered over you. You wondered if Lucy Gray was watching. If you were the only person left, why weren’t you being let out?

~It took a while, but your winning was announced.

~Everything else was a blur as you were delivered back home.

~Lucy Gray had waited for you at the train station for hours, without even knowing if the winner was you.

~She saw you first, and tackled you to the ground in a hug.

~Lucy Gray would cry a lot. “I thought I’d never see you again.” “Don’t ever do that again.” “I love you so much.”

~Your brain lagged over her words before you understood and clutched her desperately to your chest. “I love you too, so much.”

~She thought you deserved to be slapped, but instead she kissed you. Lucy Gray’s lips are dry, but warm. She’d probably forgotten to take a drink once in a while.

~The peacekeepers kicked you out of the train station, but that was fine, you two preferred to celebrate somewhere more private anyway.

~You lay next to Lucy Gray in her bed while she admired every detail of your face, her fingers trailing over your skin lovingly.

~She’d sing to you, hold you, kiss you, tell you how much she loved you.

~Lucy Gray falls asleep first anyway, and you hold her till you fall asleep too.

~It’s the hardest you’ve ever slept in your whole life.

Authors note: I debated between Y/n just dying or actually living but decided I needed to write more. If anyone wants a bad ending let me know. 👹

Also, I’m now taking requests for Lucy Gray because she’s the loml and I need more ideas for scenarios.

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humorisstoredinthetits · 2 months ago

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Poly Heathers & Veronica and their Jobs + Stress Management

Requested by Anon, sorry it took so long but I've just been really busy the past few weeks

Heather Chandler:

She's the traditional housewife, staying home while the others go out to work

This was by her choice, as she saw no reason to get a traditional career considering their massive fortunes and a huge amount of passive income from her majority stocks in her family's steel company

She thought her wives were crazy for actually wanting to work instead of living a life of pure luxury, but she quickly came to realize why they did so

She got bored fast, doing basically nothing day after day lost its glamor after a few weeks, especially as she spent all of her time alone

She tried filling her time by watching bad TV, scrolling social media, hell she even attempted to read a book, but nothing was able to hold her attention for more than a few hours at most (or about 5 minutes in the book's case)

She knew that she would have to do something meaningful to occupy her time, and while trying to think of something she noticed the deplorable state of their house

Dishes were stacked high, the trash was overflowing, towels and clothes laid on the floor, and litter boxes needed to be changed, and upon seeing this she took it upon herself to remedy the situation

While doing it she found that she felt a lot calmer, and was able to turn her brain off and just focus on the task ahead of her

By the time she decided to take a break she realized that she had gotten most of the household chores done and that's when she decided that it would be her thing

It wasn't glamorous by any means, but it made her feel useful and needed, and the sight of a clean home with everything dealt with made it easier to relax

She quickly fell into a routine

She would wake up, drink her coffee, make breakfast and kiss her wives goodbye, then she would clean up from breakfast, washing the dishes and wiping down the counters

Each day then came with a different chore

One day would be the laundry

With the four of them and the sheer amount of clothes they had and wore, this took forever

Another she would go around and vacuum the whole house, on a different she would dust

Chandler fucking hates dust, just the sight of it makes her twitch

She's also a major germaphobe, and is very thorough on making sure not a speck of dust exists in her house

Her favorite but also least favorite chore is yard work

She surprisingly loves getting down in the dirt and fixing up her flowers, often going down to the local nursery to see if they have any new plants that she thinks would look good in the garden

Its a point of pride for her and her pet project that she works on to make sure it looks the best

She may be a little biased but the heather flowers are her favorite, and she has plenty of those situated there

Its the other parts of yard work she despises, mainly cutting the grass

They don't have the room for a riding mower in their garage so she's forced to use a push one

Cutting grass causes her to start sneezing and having a runny nose, she's pretty sure she's allergic to something out there so she has to take allergy pills

And once she's done with the actual cutting, she had to weed-eat and blow down the driveway

If she wasn't so prideful she would just hire a service to do it for her, but she insists that its her yard and she's not going to let anyone touch it

She's also responsible for their weekly grocery shopping

They have a list on the fridge and whenever they run out of something or think of something they want for the next week they'll write it down and Chandler will pick it up on her grocery run

Of course some people (Veronica and Duke) always forgets something and text her in the middle of shopping, asking her to pick up something

She likes to do her shopping at Target because she is the most basic of white bitches, and like, they have a Starbucks in there??? Why wouldn't she go there???

The baristas at Starbucks know her order by heart (Grande Mocha Frappachino, extra cream) as she always comes in at the same time every week and gets the same thing

On top of her weekly chores there's also daily chores

The biggest is taking care of their pets

JFK is the easiest, he just needs his litter box changed, some food and water

He doesn't even acknowledge her presence, he just sits and stares

He really creeps Chandler out sometimes

She's half convinced that he died a long time ago and his ghost is haunting their home

Munchkin isn't too bad either, sure he makes a lot of mess (hay is strewed everywhere, same thing with his poop, toys are knocked over and scattered), but he's just so cute that she can't get mad at all the extra work she has to do for him

Whenever she enters his room he always hops over to her and stands on his hind legs while sniffing at her which Chandler finds just so cute

He reminders her a lot of his owner

She'll even spend a few minutes in the room with him, just petting him and playing with him a little

Then there's the two problem pets

First is Catler

By this time she's woken up, took a look around for Mac, and become upset that her favorite human isn't here

She'll usually go up to Chandler and start meowing very loudly and constantly

She just ignores her and does the things for her, knowing that nothing but Mac coming home early would soothe her anger

Just like her namesake she hates to be ignored, so she gets even more loud

Eventually she realizes that Chandler isn't gonna do anything so she gives up and sulks on her cat tower until Mac comes home

Lastly is Cornelius

God she hates snakes

Luckily he's a reptile and really only needs to be fed every few days, but Chandler always dreads it

They have a separate fridge in the garage for his rats, which Chandler thaws out

She grabs her 3 foot tongs (she is not getting anywhere near that fuckin thing) and uses them to unlock the cage before slowly grabbing the rat and moving it towards him

He eventually grabs it and starts to eat it, and while he does that she'll rush to close the cage before running to the bathroom and spending a good 5 minutes cleaning her hands

She also makes dinner for the four of them

If they aren't going out for dinner that night, which they do more often than Chandler would like to admit, she has to find a recipe, make sure she has what she needs, and make it

She's become a really good cook from just how often she's had to do it, learning what her and her wives did and didn't like to improve on recipes

It was definitely a challenge, and it took many weeks of effort and testing to figure out what worked and what didn't, but now she is able to whip up something good to eat out of pretty much anything

Even with Mac's extreme sensory issues with food, she's always able to make her something tasty but also not repetitive

If she has time she'll make sweets

All of her wives have massive sweet tooths? teeth?, so she'll often surprise them with cookies or brownies

She often has to scold them like they're children because they go straight for the sweets and are 'too full' to eat dinner

Is this the life she imagined for herself?

Not even close

Its 100% better in every way

Sure she doesn't particularly enjoy the work, no one really likes doing the chores, but it helps her feel needed

She's extremely insecure about her place in the relationship and struggles with the thought of her not doing enough for them, so doing the household chores is something that she can say that she brings to the table

And seeing their faces when they enjoy something she cooked, or the surprise on their faces when they see the garden redone or some sweets on the counter makes all of her work worth it

Chandler's stresses are mostly internal ones

Her day-to-day life presents very few stresses, the worst thing she has to deal with being the idiotic citizens of Sherwood, Ohio and feeding the damn snake every once in a while, but that's not to say that she has none

Chandler is a very insecure person, constantly questioning herself and her actions, never sure that the things she does are the right things, and she spends more time than she would like to admit worrying

The main target of her fears are her wives

She knows that she's not exactly the easiest person to be around and has a rather difficult personality, and she lives in fear that one day she'll cross some line unintentionally then they'll leave her all alone

She doesn't want to be a crass, violent person, but she really can't help it

People just piss her off so much times and she loses control of her temper

She's taken some steps to deal with it, she's watched some videos on how to calm herself down when she feels the need to yell, she's researched breathing exercises and various tips, hell she's even tried yoga once or twice, but because they didn't fix per problems immediately she became frustrated and gave up, only increasing her anger

However, she absolutely refuses to go to anger management or a therapist, believing that it would make her look weak

Veronica is ready to drag her to therapy bc she's a fucking mess, but she knows Chandler would fight it like a child refusing to go to the doctor to get their shots

Instead, Chandler just does her best to push the stress to the back part of her mind, distracting herself by whatever means necessary, usually by working

Is she having bad thoughts that won't go away? Just go clean something

The fear of losing everyone she loves is taking over? She's sure her wives would appreciate a 3-tiered cake for dessert tonight

She wants to yell and scream at the world? The flowers outside are looking a little wilted, maybe she should go water them

Is this working?

Hahahahahahahahahahaha no, not at all

By the day her thoughts are getting worse and worse and she finds herself more and more unable to keep them at bay

She's 1 bad day away from having a complete mental breakdown, and everyone knows it, especially combined with her unresolved trauma that she refuses to speak to anyone about except JD, who isn't exactly the most mentally stable either

Chandler's just too stubborn to listen to anyone and follow their advice

The one thing that does calm her down is being with her wives

As much as she doesn't really care for cuddling, when she does it she finds herself the most relaxed she's been in a very long time

The constant feeling of them pressed up against her reminds her that they are there and that they want her to be a part of their lives

Heather Duke

Out of all of them, Duke had the hardest time deciding on what she was gonna do with her life

It's like that Spongebob meme "I don't know, I didn't think I'd get this far", except way more depressing

She really didn't think she'd ever get to a point in her life where she could have this choice

If she stayed with her family she probably would've been married off or forced to work in the restaurant, but there was no way in hell that was happening so she imagined she would probably be on the streets, doing odd jobs just to eat

And even after she started dating Chandler, Mac and later Veronica the future was always uncertain and she could never be sure of what it would hold

So when everything worked out her way and she was given the opportunity to chose what kind of life she wanted to live, she was a little afraid

Despite reassurance from Chandler that she didn't have to do anything, Duke felt a calling

She just had no fucking idea what that calling was for, all she knew is that she couldn't just sit around all day and do nothing like Chandler

Said woman was not very happy with that comment

She brought it up with her then gfs, and they discussed what it could be

They went through several ideas, Veronica thinking it might have something to do with reading or books and Chandler considering that it could be beauty or fashion related

It was Mac who eventually questioned if it was something to do with her past, and that's when it clicked with her

Looking back on her childhood, Duke had always said that she wishes she had someone there to tell her that this wasn't normal and to help her when things got too bad

And now she figures that she wants to be that person for kids like her who are suffering in abusive households with nowhere to go and no one to turn to, and maybe because of her they can get out of these horrid situations and be put with a family who will actually care for them

The four of them do some research into what local resources exist, and while searching Duke comes up on a non-profit organization called "A Voice for the Voiceless"

Heading to their website, she reads their mission statement which details their goal to provide legal and mental help to abused children and to help them in their darkest hours, a sentiment which Duke heavily agreed with

Luckily for her, there was also a banner at the top of the webpage, advertising that they were looking for applicants

Feeling like this was meant to be, she quickly drafted an resume and cover letter before hitting send

Within a few days she got a response, asking if she was available to come in the next day for an interview

Surprised at the quickness of a response but elated nonetheless, Duke rushed to tell her loves about the great news

Chandler helps her pick out an outfit that is professional yet approachable, something that says 'I am someone who can be trusted'

Duke, despite her years as a Heather, has absolutely no idea how she determined what clothes fit that criteria but she knew that Chandler knew what she was doing

As she headed to bed for the night her nerves only grew

She knew that she had no actual experience in this field and kinda just applied willy nilly, what if they rejected her outright because of that?

This was something she was extremely passionate about, but passion wasn't enough, she knew she needed qualifications to make her stand out, and she didn't have any

She eventually came to the realization that she was just gonna have to give it her best, it wasn't like there was much more she could do

The time for the interview arrived faster than Duke would've liked, and soon she found herself standing in front of the non-profit's building

She took a deep breath and opened up the doors before taking in her surroundings

The entrance gave the impression of a elementary school office, but with colorful walls which proudly displayed many crayon drawings

There was a small waiting area with those play tables they have in doctor's offices and some too-small (even for Duke's tiny stature) chairs

A receptionist was at the desk, and Duke approached, stating her name and that she had an interview scheduled

The receptionist nodded before picking up the phone and making a quick call, before directing her into one of the offices behind her

The office was of similar style to the entrance, clearly trying to give off the impression of a safe environment for the terrified children that come through their organization

To that point, there were no chairs at the desk containing who Duke assumed to be her interviewer, only 2 bean bag chairs

The lady, a lively woman in her seemingly late 40s, saw Duke entered, and gave her a warm smile before apologizing for the lack of chairs

Duke replied that it wasn't a big deal before awkwardly sitting in one of them

The interview started and the tone quickly shifted, the lady becoming colder and no-nonsense

She started by saying that due to the nature of their work they do perform background checks on all potential employees, just to be sure that they aren't pedos or other kinds of creeps

While she obviously didn't find that in hers, if she had they wouldn't be here right now, she did find some other concerning things that she wished to discuss

The first was her arrest record, apparently she had been taken in police custody a few months ago on suspicion of murder?

Duke was quick to explain that this common procedure by police when a family member dies in a strange or suspicious manner, and that she was found to have no involvement and the police let her go with no charges

The lady simply nodded, adding that she assumed it was something like that but she just had to make sure

She then told Duke that she was sorry for her loss, but Duke waived her off, telling her that her parents were terrible people who got a fitting end

The lady simply nodded before moving on

While that was her more pressing concern, she had an even bigger one she wanted to discuss

She searched the name "Heather Duke" on various social media sites and found many posts alleging that she was a bully and going on to describe her actions, allegations which she found extremely concerning for someone who claimed to want to work with kids

Duke was stunned, out of everything this was not what she expected to come up, although thinking about it made her realize that she probably should've seen this coming

Of course people would post online about them, the Heathers were the most hated and notorious high schoolers around, it was obvious that people would post online about them

She decided to just tell her the truth, because honesty is the best policy is it not?

So, she started by admitting to the fact that yes she was a bully in high school, but that she's moved past who she was then

She knows that her actions were cruel and uncalled for and disgusting and she is deeply ashamed of them and herself for doing them, and more than anything she wishes she could go back in time and stop herself from doing them, but she can't, but what she can do is strive to be a better person than she was yesterday, and that starts here by giving back to the world that she hurt

Again the lady simply nodded, before asking if what she said was true, why choose this out of all possible means to do good? Surely there were plenty of other choices, what made her choose this?

Duke sighed, knowing she was going to have to talk about her past

She gave an extremely abridged version of her life, including the most relevant details while omitting anything she thinks takes away from the story

By the time she finishes the stress of recounting her abuse is getting to her and tears start to form

The lady reaches across the desk and places her hand on her shoulder, telling her that she thinks she understands why she wants to work here

In a much softer tone than the one she had been using she tells Duke that normally she wouldn't have even taken a second look at her, she has no relevant experience and some major red flags

But, she quickly adds, they are running low on employees

This is grueling emotional work, and most people just aren't cut out for it or can't take hearing these tales of abuse and pain day after day and quit

But, she tells Duke that she has faith that she will be able to handle it and will be able to connect with the kids on a different level than the rest of them can, and she thinks that in time she will make herself a valuable asset to their organization

But, there are two conditions

Until she proves herself she will be on probation, another member supervising her at any time she's with the kids

Not that she believes that Duke will do anything, but its just a precautionary measure

And before she can even start, she'll need to take some online courses to get the certifications necessary, but if she needs any help with those just contact her and she'll be able to help her through them

Duke agrees, saying these are fair terms

A few weeks later she finished all of the necessary certifications and could begin working

She learned quite a few things before starting the job

Obviously she learned the basics like what she is and isn't allowed to do/say, the organization's procedures, etc.

She learned that the organization specifically is focused on working with partner legal organizations who are representing abused children

These children are often scared and unsure about what's going on, and it is their responsibility to be a kind, caring figure to these children who may not have ever had someone like that in their lives before

Their main objective is question the children and gather details about their lives over several meetings, details which are then forwarded to the lawyers arguing on their behalf in court and would be instrumental in getting them removed from their abusive situations

If need be they also may be called to court as a witness to give testimony on the children they interview

(This is probably not even close to something that exists in reality, but idc, its not meant to be realistic)

She also received her very own office, which she had to create into a comfortable environment to help calm the kids down

She turned to Mac for help, as she was rather in touch with her inner child and would know what would be seen as comforting

Eventually, her office was decorated with brightly colored things and several objects to help spark a conversation, like a fish tank with several small turtles in it (Duke loves reptiles but Chandler won't let her have any more at home bc sHe'S aFrAiD) or a photo of her and her "friends" Heather, Heather and Veronica

Eventually, the day arrived where she got her first client, and it didn't take long for Duke to understand why this job had such a high turnover rate

The girl was terrified out of her mind, clinging to her social worker with all of the might that her tiny little frame possessed, sobbing all the while

Duke found herself stunned, she knew that she was gonna have to deal with situations like this, but it was one thing to talk about it, another to see it with her own eyes

She was unsure of what to do, so the coworker that had been assigned to watch over Duke while she was on probation stepped in

He guided the girl from the social worker to one of the beanbag chairs before sitting in the other

In a calm, gentle tone he introduced himself before going on to ask her name

When she didn't respond and continued to sob he looked around before laying his eyes on the fishtank and the turtles laying inside

He drew her attention to it and began to talk about how cool the turtles were and stuff

Over the course of several minutes the girl goes from violently sobbing to giggling at the silly turtles and has calmed down enough that Duke is able to break out of her stupor and begin asking questions

The responses given paint a situation eerily too similar to Duke's own life, and it takes all that she has to hold herself together

Once she leaves Duke finds herself feeling empty and drained, and when her boss (the same lady who interviewed her) came to check on her and see how she was doing, she recognized immediately what was going on and took a minute to talk to her

Duke told her that she thought she would be able to handle it but after today she just doesn't know

Her boss sighed before telling her that they all felt that way after their first meeting

She went on to say that its not gonna get any easier, this shit is heartbreaking and gut-wrenching to hear, but someone has to be there for these kids

But she wouldn't blame her if she backed out, you can never really know that its gonna be like until you're sitting at the desk with a child right in front of you recounting the horrors of their lives

Duke took a minute to think about it

She wasn't sure if she wanted to continue, she didn't know if she could handle doing this day after day, especially knowing the toll it would have on her mental health

However, her boss was right

Someone had to do it, and as she remembered her past and how fucked up it was she knew that it had to be her

She felt responsible as someone who was abused severely to help out kids like her, no matter the cost

So she carried on with her job

It got slightly easier over time, she no longer froze and panicked due to a lack of understanding, she began to learn what were the best things to say in certain situations, and she began to develop a daily routine

She would wake up and drink her coffee while waiting for Chandler to finish making breakfast, before kissing her wives goodbye and heading to work

She was often the first to leave and the last to come back due to the sheer volume of work she had to get done

Once she got to work she would head into her office before checking her schedule

Every day consisted of dealing with the mountains of paperwork that came with the job, sending emails and documents to the partner lawyers, and meeting with children, along with some more mundane things like tidying up her office and feeding the turtles

If the day called for meeting with a child for the first time or if she had a particularly rough session her boss would allow her to go home early to recover

She understood that for everyone's sake but especially the children's, her employees needed to be in the best shape both physically and mentally, and if someone was having a depressive episode due to the things they heard they wouldn't be getting much done

If she had to go home early Duke would send a text to her and her wives' groupchat

They came up with a signal, a white heart emoji, to wordlessly communicate her feelings

If the signal was sent then everyone would drop what they were doing (if able) and get ready to comfort her

Chandler would go make some comfort food while Veronica would go pick up Mac and drive them over to Duke's work

Mac would take Duke's car home while Veronica drove Duke home, and when they got there they would make a cuddle pile, eat junk food and watch a lighthearted movie or something, anything Duke wanted or needed to calm down

On top of this, Duke increased the number of therapy appointments she did every week to try and help compensate for the additional stress of work, which helped somewhat

It may seem like this job was a nightmare, but Duke loves it

With her work, she feels as if she is actually making a difference in these kids' lives

She keeps track of how many kids that she has helped have been removed from their situations, and the pride she feels when she can add an extra tally to it makes it all worth it

And while its not all sunshine and rainbows, there are pockets of happiness in between the doom and gloom

Many of the kids eventually open up to her and become excited to see her and begin to trust her, and seeing their happy faces as they exclaim her name just makes her day

Her office becomes lined with drawings from the many children that have come through her office, drawings which hang with pride

She remembers every child who comes through her door and worries about them, hoping with all her might that they ended up in a good home with a loving family

The above section details a bit about how Duke relieves stress, but there are other things she does in addition

As much as she loves her wives, sometimes the best thing for her is to be left alone for a while

Sometimes she just needs a silent space to lay down and contemplate and rationalize the events that stressed her out

She'll put her earbuds in and just lay on her bed looking at the ceiling, using the music to block out any background thoughts as she focuses on the events of the day

This worries them, especially Mac, but Veronica understands that she just needs her space sometimes and will take the other two out of the house while Duke calms down

Another way is eating chocolate

She read one time that eating it supposedly made one more happy, so she began to eat it regularly in hopes that she would stop feeling so miserable all the time

It didn't work, but she developed a love of the sugary treat as well as many cavities

It's become a comfort food for her, and the other three keep plenty on hand in case Duke has a bad day

She will put chocolate on literally anything, one time she put some chocolate sauce on a steak while she watched Chandler die inside

But the biggest way she deals with stress is goING TO THERAPY (looks at Chandler)

She goes 3 times a week, mostly speaking with Dr. Fleming about the things she's been through at work and any resurgence of her trauma

Obviously due to patient-confidentiality she is unable to say exactly what, if anything, triggered some trauma, but after so many years treating Duke Dr. Fleming is able to piece together what was triggering

Thankfully as time has passed and through the help of the doctor, less and less things trigger Duke, and the sessions become more of maintenance of ensure that she isn't falling back into any self-harming habits

But there are always bad days or a really abused kid comes through and Duke needs some help, and the two of them will talk about it

What Dr. Fleming really excels at is helping Duke see all of the good she's done

Duke struggles with the notion of having to make up for her misdeeds as part of the Heathers, and that no matter how much good she does she'll never be able to fully make up for her past actions, but Dr. Fleming is able to get her to realize how much she's grown since then and how she's more than made up for her actions, reminding her of the steps that she's taken that she never thought she would be able to

Heather McNamara:

Mac has 2 jobs, well, a job and some volunteer work

Her primary occupation is working at her Dad's Jewelry shop, being trained to eventually take over once he retires

McNamara's Jewelry is well-known around the Central Ohio area for being the best place to get engagement rings, and their other wear isn't too bad either

It's a family business, being passed down for generations, although Mac is the first woman to inherit it, which caused some grumblings among what remainder of the family still talks to Mr. McNamara

More specifically, Mac's Uncles believe the store should be given to them and then passed down to one of their sons, but as is tradition the oldest son got the store and will pass it down to his children

Its not so much sexism that drives them to believe that they deserve ownership of the store as it is ableism, them not believing that an autistic person such as Mac would be able to handle owning and managing the store

To their shock, Mac is actually really good at it

She's a natural salesperson, her bright, open personality and friendly demeanor breaks down even the toughest of walls

She also has a genuine desire to help the customers find exactly what they are looking for, a feeling that every customer that has been helped by Mac would tell you is evident

Her presence has actually led to an increase in sales, as word of her natural ability in finding the perfect match drove even more attention to the store

Local News Stations even came to the store to interview her, which went well despite her nervousness about it

As part of her learning about how to run the store, she was given a crash-course on how they make jewelry

Their products are all made in house, with the store hiring several employees whose job it is to source, design and create the items

This obviously drives up the cost, but sales remain strong despite this, quality winning out over quantity

Mac also found out that she has a knack for design, often collaborating with the artists in the back on different ideas they've had

If she wants to make something for one of her wives she'll do it herself, putting in the blood, sweat and tears to make sure that its perfect

As time passed and Mac became more comfortable with her role, more and more responsibilities were ceded to her until her Dad eventually took an entirely advisory role

Her day starts when she is all but dragged out of bed by Duke and Chandler, still half asleep

Eventually they are able to coax her into drinking her tea, usually green, and she begins to wake up and eat her breakfast

She'll then hop in her car and head to work

While driving she'll listen to her playlist, which is nothing but Disney Songs, Musical Tracks and Taylor Swift, singing along the entire time

Eventually she reaches her destination before entering in through the back entrance

She arrives around an hour before the store opens, ensuring that she has enough time to make sure that everything is presentable

She'll wipe down the glass cabinets, vacuum the floors, make sure that all of the trays are filled and while she's doing this her employees begin to arrive one by one

Mac makes it a priority to get to know each and every one of her employees by name and at least a little about them

She wants the workplace to be a nice and friendly environment, a place where people want to work

She gives them all high wages, especially for the area, quarterly bonuses, reasonable hours, many days off, and they will have her full backing against a customer should a dispute occur

It is her belief that by making the store bearable to work at, her employees will develop better attitudes and won't be miserable, a philosophy that worked out in her favor

They all seem to enjoy their jobs and don't dread coming to work, she's never had to deal with someone not showing up when they were supposed to, and she's never had an incident of an employee inciting an incident with a customer

However, there have been many such incidents of a customer inciting an incident with an employee

Some of the clients of the store are snobby, rich assholes who look down upon everyone and are extremely rude to her employees

The first time this happened Mac was wholly unprepared to deal with it leading to her getting shouted at by an extremely aggressive man and her storming out and having a meltdown in the back room

Security had to be called to remove him from the premises after he refused to leave

Following that, Mac understood that something needed to change, and so she implemented a new policy

If a worker feels threatened by a customer or is otherwise uncomfortable, they will press a button which sends an alert to Mac's phone, and she will attempt to reason with them

She spent some time research de-escalation techniques but if the customer refuses to back down then she will not hesitate to have them removed by force

She gets a strange satisfaction from seeing them be thrown out of the store, often landing face first on the concrete

However, this is not her only occupation

The store closes much earlier than most businesses do, Mac understanding that her employees have lives outside of work and that staying open late is meaningless anyway, as most of their business occurs during the midday and it cost the store money to stay open past 4

Realizing that she had some extra time on her hands, she decided against going home early ad she now had the time to do something that she always wanted to do

The Sherwood Animal Sanctuary was a poorly-funded animal rescue that was on the verge of closing when Mac stepped in

Each month she makes a generous donation out of her own pocket to ensure that the shelter stays open and has up-to-date equipment and supplies, on top of a initial payment for a complete renovation

It is no secret that Mac loves animals, and I mean she really loves animals, and the thought of getting to work with them was a dream come true

However, when she went to volunteer she saw the deplorable situation and confronted the owners about it, to which she received the unfortunate truth that there simply wasn't enough money to go around and the shelter was one of the first places to see its funding cut, relying completely on private donations to stay open

However, they were quickly running out and were fearful that they would have to close down

Being the only shelter for miles around, Mac knew that if it was shut down most of the animals here would be euthanized, and that was an outcome she refused to accept, hence why she donated so much money

Now the shelter is thriving and has expanded to include more animals than just cats and dogs, taking in hamsters/gerbils, fish, birds and even rabbits

The latter was at Mac's insistence as she really really really wanted a pet rabbit but didn't want to pay a breeder, knowing their unsustainable and unethical practices

Eventually her dream came true and Munchkin the Rabbit made his way through their shelter only to be immediately adopted by Mac, having fallen in love with the little guy as soon as she laid her eyes on him

Heather Catler also was adopted from the shelter, although she is a much less beloved member of the Chandler-Duke-McNamara-Sawyer household

Mac often will go to the shelter after work and volunteer to help out, knowing that even with the funding received from her there is always a need for more hands

Her tasks are simple, make sure the animals are fed, bathe the new arrivals, make sure their cages are comfortable

The only thing she won't do is vaccinations, she hates the thought of hurting the animal even though she understands the necessity of it

But in reality, the main reason she volunteers is so she can play with the animals

Chandler won't let her get anymore pets, so she gets her fix by going down to the shelter and playing and petting all of the creatures

Mac faces the least stress of the four of them

She has her life together for the most part, and years of therapy have taught her techniques to help her calm herself down

But when she does face it, she turns to her wives

She trusts them more than she's trusted anyone in her entire life, and she knows with them she'll be safe

If she has a bad day for whatever reason, maybe she got yelled at at work or she had to put down an animal at the shelter, she'll head straight for the warm embrace of her wives

Nothing calms her down more than physical touch, especially if all three of them are touching her at the same time

Most of the time she'll just lay in their arms and have a nice long cry as she lets out all of the stress of her day, while her wives rub her back and hold her hand

They know that they can't do anything to soothe her until she's let it all out, all they can do is wait

Once she's finished crying, the four of them will do something together to help cheer her up

Sometimes they'll get out their Switches and play Pokemon together

If they battle Veronica and Duke have to basically beg Chandler to let Mac win, which she does with much reluctance

Other times they'll watch a movie or show of Mac's choosing

This often ends up being My Little Pony

Chandler fucking hates My Little Pony and while she'll put up with it for Mac's sake she is dying inside

If her wives aren't around or are for some reason or another unavailable, she'll distract herself until they are by playing with the pets

She'll head into Munchkin's room and spend a long while petting him and playing with him and it just makes him so happy that she finds herself unable to do anything but giggle

And of course they'res Catler who only loves her, she'll jump on Mac's lap and take a nap, purring the entire time

Mac will pet her and scratch her and tell her that she's a good kitty

Veronica Sawyer:

Since she was a little girl, Veronica always dreamed about becoming a writer

She was well above the other kids her age in reading and writing, so she was placed in a special program where she would be taken aside to work on things more in line with her ability, so from a young age she would be reading chapter books and other longer stories, which installed a love of literary writing

She would write stories for local contests and the like, always getting a high placement if not first

She planned to attend a local college to obtain a degree in English and eventually publish some novels, but she eventually realized that she would not be able to survive off of her work unless she hit it big, and she began to look into other careers that she could pursue while writing a book on the side

This all changed as she joined the Heathers, eventually going on to start dating them and moving in with them

Now, she no longer needed to worry about having enough money to pay the bills, allowing her to pursue her dreams

She decided to go ahead and still attend college to get her degree, knowing that she would need the skill and connections if she wanted to get anywhere in the literary world

She went to a local community college, not wanting to attend Remington due to the ...events that went on there, and not wanting to go out of state knowing that she would have to be away from her then gfs

Owning to her large amount of college credit obtained in high school and academic prowess, she blew through college in 5 semesters, graduating with honors and obtaining her English Degree

With her degree and thought connections made with her professions, she found herself in a position where her dreams were feasible

She began working on the draft of her first novel, a story about an unpopular girl in high school becoming popular before meeting up with a bad boy who convinces her to kill those who wronged her

This was definitely not based on her fears of what JD could've been like or her initial perception of the Heathers

When she showed the draft to JD he seemed more offended that she made the him-inspired character fall in love with the main character then the fact she portrayed the him-inspired character as a psychopathic murderer

Chandler was upset that the HBIC died in such a stupid way, exclaiming that there was no way that she would've been stupid enough to drink something without looking at it or at least smelling it first, and Duke was upset that she was a one-tone villain who seemed to care only about power

Veronica had to explain to the latter that her book could only be so long and that the message was that people had the ability to change, but Duke was still a little salty about it

After 6 months of editing and tweaking, she nervously submitted her draft to her connections, eagerly awaiting their response

When she heard back, their responses were generally positive, minor criticisms aside

Her second draft was even more well received, with her contacts sending it off to publishing companies for review and after a few more tweaks was ready to be published

Ashleys followed Vanessa, an unpopular girl thrust into popularity after a chance encounter with the Ashleys, a trio of popular girls all named Ashley who teach Vanessa how to be popular. However, her life changes after meeting Mason, a rebellious bad boy with a master plan to rid the school of those deemed to be unworthy

The book wasn't a major hit or anything close to it, but it received very good reviews, especially for a first time authors such as Veronica, and that was good enough for her

From there she began to work on drafts for several other books

Veronica also adopted a routine, mostly to help her get into a mood to sit down and write

She is the first to wake up in the mornings, heading downstairs to make the coffee and tea for her lovely wives

Once they drag themselves out of bed and wake up Veronica will eat breakfast before deciding where she wanted to go

There were several spots that she liked to go to write, such as a local cafe, the library and even the library in their own house, but wherever she went she would sit down before putting on her noise-cancelling headphones and starting up some music

Her work playlist is unlike her regular one, being full of quieter, more low-key songs that acted as background noise to help her focus on the task ahead of her

Occasionally she would be stuck with writer's block, more often than she would like to admit, and would have to take breaks to get back into the mood

Most days she would go to the park and walk around for a while, or go drive around town, or even go home to bounce ideas off of Chandler, who was more than delighted to have company

As she was not under any schedule or contract she could write as much or as little as she wanted without having to worry about meeting a deadline, allowing the writing process to come naturally to her

Sometimes a moment of inspiration will happen at the most random of times and she'll rush over to her laptop to write it out before she forgets it

Like one time the four of them were playing Mario Party when a scene that had been causing her so much trouble finally worked out and she dropped her controller and ran to her office to begin writing, much to the dismay of her wives

Her way of dealing with stress for a long time was smoking

She picked up the habit from her Dad who smoked for many years, occasionally stealing a cig from his pack just to see what it was like

Eventually she became hooked and started buying from a shady dealer at Westerberg

When she joined the Heathers they were disgusted by it and told her to knock it off which she was able to for a while, but going cold turkey started to affect her more than she expected and had moment of weakness

Recognizing that this was a bigger problem then they initially thought, the Heathers encouraged Veronica to seek treatment for it, which she did after much coaxing

She started using nicotine patches to help her wean off slowly, and after a few years the need to smoke subsided for the most part

Whenever something super stressful happens the urge to smoke rears its ugly head, but now instead of going down to the corner store and buying a pack she heads to her wives and they help her distract herself until the urge goes away

Once she stopped smoking, she had to find a new way to help her deal with stress

Her go-to method is reading, heading to the library and picking a novel from the many she has that she has yet to read and immersing herself in this fictional world

She really just tries to do anything that will take her mind off of it, one time she tried to help Chandler with dinner or Mac with her gaming

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