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darlingdaisyfarm · 2 days ago

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Hey love! I've been in a bit of a depressive slump recently, it's just been hard to feel motivated to do things like get ready for work, or even to just feel joy some days. Would you be open to writing some hc's for the Stan twins comforting/taking care of their SO going through a depression slump?

I like to think that Stan would completely empathize with his SO, so to make sure you'd get out of bed and actually eat something he'd make a great smelling breakfast filled with your favorite foods. He sits next to you at the breakfast table instead of across from you so you can lean on him if sitting upright is too tiring. He's creative in his comfort, basically finding ways to trick you into doing things so they don't feel like Work on the days where just existing takes twice the amount of energy it normally does.

Ford would probably be more of a "problem solving" kind of partner. While he's had rough days, he's never really had an issue with motivation, but while he doesn't exactly understand what you're going through he'd still do anything to help. Making sure you're taking your meds, drinking enough water, opening the windows in the house if it's nice out enough so you get some natural sunlight and fresh air, etc. He'd track your bad days, keeping note of how long these periods last and how bad they get. He keeps a list of anything and everything that brings a smile to your face and will use it as a reference for when you feel like this and are in dire need of a pick-me-up!

STAN & FORD TAKING CARE OF YOU DURING A SLUMP

tags: hurt/comfort, depression mentioned, sfw

hi angel, im so sorry it’s taken me this long to answer your ask. i really hope you’ve been feeling a bit better lately. if you see this, please feel free to send me another ask just letting me know how you’re doing, no pressure at all but i hope you're alright there

STAN

you’ve gone quiet in the way that scares him most. Stan remembers it from his worst years, that ugly feeling made him start sleeping with the TV on just to hear a heartbeat that wasn’t his own. and now you’re here, looking like a hollowed-out version of the person he adores, and he’d do anything just to bring you back into yourself.

he knows what it’s like to disappear into a place so deep and gray inside yourself that you forget what your own voice sounds like. and it kills him to see you there, honestly. he’d rather take a punch to the gut than hear you say “i don’t know why i feel this way” with that sad look in your eyes which used to be so bright and alive before

he starts sleeping lighter, checking if you're still beside him, brushing his hand over your back, making sure you're close. you catch him sometimes in the middle of the night when he's sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, lit cigarette dangling from his lips. Stan looks guilty. and you hate it because it's not even his fault. “you’re scaring me, baby,” he'd say with a sigh

and he touches you because he wants to let you know he's near. tugs your legs over his lap while you’re curled on the armchair, tucks his big calloused hand beneath your jaw. Stan kisses you to show his presence, not lust

if you’re shaking and can’t explain why, he’ll crawl into the bathtub with you fully clothed, he’ll cradle your head to his chest and just rock you, kiss your temple again and again, tell you about some dumb scam he pulled when he was twenty, whatever, just something to make you at least chuckle. anything to hear your laugh again. even a tiny one.

and when you finally sleep, soft hiccups fading against his chest, he doesn’t dare move. not even to wipe the tears that rolled down his face while you weren’t looking.

Stan doesn’t knock anymore. when your bad days stretch into bad weeks and the shower hasn’t been touched and your clothes are the same ones from thursday, he just pushes the door open and sits down with you on the floor, doesn’t say anything, there are no questions too. Stanley just lowers himself beside you, groaning because he's an old man with bad knees, and leans his weight against yours. “you don’t have to talk, but if you do, i’ll listen. if you don’t, i’ll still listen.”

he becomes a little sneaky in his love. that’s how he helps. you can’t get out of bed? fine. he doesn’t say “get up” he says “i need you to taste-test something” and appears five minutes later with a plate he’s poured his whole soul into, eggs and bacon just the way you like them, toast cut into triangles, sausage shaped into a smiley face. “don’t look at me like that, it’s just leftovers” although it's obvious that he tried too hard. if you sit up even a little to take a bite, that’s a win in his eyes. next thing you feel is him tucking his arm around your back and pulling you against his chest

when showering feels like climbing a mountain, it's never “go wash up” because Stan knows it doesn't work like that. but i think he might suggest taking a bath together, he will warm the water, light a candle if you’re into that kind of thing, and get in first so you don’t feel like you're doing it alone. he’ll wash your back with those huge hands, humming some old song under his breath. if he catches you crying into the crook of his neck, he’ll kiss the top of your head and say, “yeah. i know. me too sometimes.”

you could scream at him, go silent for hours, beg him to leave, but that won't work. he’d just shake his head, curl tighter around you, and mumble, “not leavin’. sorry, tough luck. you’re stuck with me.”

he protects you from yourself, on the days you haven’t left the house in too long, he’ll say “hey, we’re outta beer and i ain’t going alone, what if i get mugged by a bear?” and suddenly you’re walking with him to the corner store with the bright sun on your face. Stan is proud of himself he made the world a little bit less hostile just by standing next to you

if that doesn't work anymore, he won't try to cheer you up. Stan isn’t that stupid, he knows better than to try to outrun depression. “this ain’t forever, sweetie,” he whispers against your hairline, “but even if it was, i’d still stay.” but underneath all of that, he’s scared. he’s really fucking scared. because he knows what it felt like, to stare at the ceiling and wonder if anyone would notice if he didn’t wake up. and now it’s you, and he doesn’t know how to keep you above water except by climbing in with you, over and over again, until your fingers stop shaking.

and the sensuality feels different now. “still the most beautiful thing i ever laid eyes on,” he rasps, kissing your neck while you cling to him. “even when you feel like nothing.” he lays his forehead, resting against your belly like a man praying for spring.

and if you ever apologize “sorry i’m like this, sorry i’m not better, sorry i’m so much work” he really gets mad, not at you, but at the voice in your head feeding you that lie. will hold your chin so gently in his palm, look you dead in the eye and tell you that you ain’t broken, sweetheart. you’re just tired, and Stan gets that. but he got enough love for the both of you today, so don’t you worry

FORD

Ford is used to solving problems with equations but none of that works here. not when your eyes don’t meet his and Ford gets scared. so he adapts.

at first, he watches from the doorframe while you lie still in bed, not sleeping and not moving, Ford bites his nails, thinking what it can be. he writes down a dozen theories. sleep deprivation? serotonin imbalance? post-traumatic stuff?

Ford becomes gentle, so, so gentle his voice softens around you. he reads more psychology books than he ever did during his college years and. . . he tapes sticky notes around the Shack that say things like “drink water. you matter.” and “five minutes of sunlight counts. i’m proud of you.”

he learns to stop asking if you’re okay. instead, he says, “can i stay with you in this?” and he’ll lay with you all day if that’s what it takes.

Ford is more methodical in his concern, but don’t mistake that for coldness. he doesn’t pretend to understand exactly what you’re going through but he’s listening and taking notes. literally. it starts as a notebook he keeps tucked on his desk, where he logs things like “they smiled after i mentioned sea otters today” or “worse symptoms following three days without fresh air”

he builds little rituals for you, every morning, he places a glass of water by your bedside so you don’t have to ask. he opens the curtains enough so the light reaches your beautiful face and reminds your circadian rhythm that life still exists out there. he gently nudges vitamins toward your palm while rambling about something else entirely, about anomalies or some interdimensional cephalopods so you won't get suspicious and feel like he’s watching.

and when you haven’t smiled in days, oh Ford gets anxious, so damn anxious he starts pulling out old journals, flipping through dusty pages, looking for any weird magical object in gravity falls or psychological theory that might fix it, because he’s terrified of standing by and doing nothing. you might wake up one morning to a bouquet of ethereal flowers that he picked from the devil knows where, or a tiny blue creature in a jar because “oh this? i read that this species has calming bioresonances. thought it might help.”

Ford’s presence is consistent, he won’t overwhelm you with affection when you're not ready to accept it, but you’ll find signs of his care in every corner of the house, a heated blanket turned on before you wake, your favourite book left unfinished on the chapter you like, a softly played record from a time when things felt easier. and on nights when your brain feels loud and you can’t sleep because of these dumb thoughts, Stanford will climb into bed beside you. glasses off and hair still damp from the shower. he'll read aloud until you drift off by his side and he'll kiss your forehead whispering good night, darling

and in the weeks that follow, it’s not your smiles he celebrates but the creak of the bed when you sit up because it means you got a little bit more energy to move today. the way your fingers twitch when you reach for water. the rare days you touch him first. he treats them like astronomical events, writing them down. sweet heavens, it's the damn planets aligned today just because his darling looked him in the eyes, the stars must’ve thrown a celebration today, the whole universe tilted in his favor, Ford is happy.

he’ll play a song on the piano, pulling you toward him until you sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, not having to say anything at all. the music is soft, beautiful, just like his six fingers, and Ford doesn’t ask for anything in return. he just wants you to feel safe, in whatever way you need.

when you finally kiss him again, he goes quiet because it means you're starting to feel better. your eyes soften again and you reach out for him, you know he’ll be waiting, as always. “you’re my priority, and i’ll be here. always.”

Ford pulls you into his lap, runs his fingers over your skin, and tells you about the stars, how even the coldest ones still shine. how light travels farther than sadness. how you, in this moment, exhausted and barely holding on, are still the brightest thing he’s ever seen. always ends up with you sobbing into his chest

Ford would travel to every version of this world just to find the one where you're happy

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pazzi5351 · 2 days ago

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Snowmen and Promposals

Based on This prompt!!

Enjoy 😉

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The month between their shared practices was over, but nothing between them changed.

Azzi still danced at halftime.

Paige still played like a walking highlight reel whenever Azzi was in the gym.

They still supported each other in every way.

But when prom season rolled around, Azzi started getting nervous.

Paige was starting to be more distant— disappearing when she’d told Azzi she’d wait for her after class, taking unusually long to respond to texts, and dodging every time Azzi asked to hangout.

By lunch, Azzi’s mood was totally down. She plopped down sitting next to Caroline and Ines at their usual table, and was visibly sulking.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” Caroline, concerned, asked.

“Seriously Az,” Ines added. “Do I have to beat up the blonde? I will if you tell me to.”

Azzi laughed softly. “Don’t beat her up. I’m just confused by her. I mean we were fine. Great honestly, but then people started talking about prom and she just started being weird. I don’t know, maybe I’m just freaked out because she’s a senior this year.”

Caroline sighed, feeling bad for how her best friend is feeling. “That fucking sucks. I’m sorry Az. I dunno, maybe just try to talk to her. Like catch her off guard and talk to her”

Azzi shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I could try that approach. Thanks Care.”

On the other side of the cafeteria sat Nika, Kk and Ice who were all listening (for the most part) to Paige explaining her elaborate promposal idea.

“Ok first, I obviously have to make a bouquet because ordering one is so lame. Then I have to get her fave sweet treat, which, by the way, is cookie dough ice cream. Then I have to make it Frozen related because that’s her favorite movie. But should I do it at school or at her house? I mean I talked to Mrs. Fudd this morning and she said that I could do it in their backyard if I want but I also want her friends there and I don’t want it to be sus or anything and-“

“Paige. Oh. My. Gosh. You’ve been ranting about this promposal for three days. That’s 72 fucking hours straight. If you want my advice, do it at her house. Text Caroline, Amari, and Ines and tell them to invite themselves over whatever day you decide to do it.” Nika said, cutting off Paige from her yapping.

“Yeah P. You’re totally stressing me out over this crap and I’m a sophomore.” Ice added.

“Oh, my bad y’all. I’m just super excited. And Azzi is perfect and deserves the world and I want to do something perfect for her.”

Kk fake gagged at Paige. “You’re so gross and in love. It’s making me sick.”

Paige elbowed her and laughed. “You’re just jealous I have more rizz than you.”

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It was Wednesday, meaning two whole days had passed since Paige and Azzi talked last.

And to say Azzi was stressed was an understatement.

After an unnecessarily long rehearsal, she came home extremely drained. More than ready to take a long shower and go to sleep.

That is until the doorbell rang.

Azzi groaned as she walked over to the door, but was even more confused and kind of annoyed to see Caroline, Amari, and Ines standing there.

She’d thought she made it clear to them after rehearsal that she was gonna go home and crash, so she couldn’t comprehend why they were at her door.

“What are y’all doing here? I’d thought we’d all just want to go home tonight. Y’know. Just relax?” Azzi said, hand still on the door like she may close it at any moment.

“Yeah well, we’re here now so!” Caroline responded as she pushed past Azzi into the house.

The other girls followed and they all sat on the couch silently.

“Mari, I’m kinda warm. Is it warm in here to you?” Ines asked.

Amari nodded. “Yeah I am pretty warm. Azzi let’s all go out back! Get some fresh air!”

“What the hell are you guys talking about? It’s not warm in here. No, I'm not going outside. But if you guys go out, please feel free to go to the car and go home.” Azzi responded. She knew she was being mean to her friends but she didn’t care. She was upset about rehearsal but more so upset about Paige.

Caroline stood up, pulling Azzi off the couch. “No. We’re going outside whether you want to or not.”

Azzi mumbled something about everyone just being so annoying recently until she got outside.

Her backyard was lit up with fairy lights and strung on snowflakes, the ground was filled with white rose petals, “Do you wanna build a snowman” was softly playing, and in the middle of it all, was Paige, in a too big Olaf onesie, a huge bouquet of flowers, and a big nervous grin on her face.

Azzi walked down the flower path to where Paige stood, forgetting her friends where standing there and barely acknowledging her parents presence.

“What the hell Paige.” Azzi said, looking at everything around her. Taking everything in.

“I know you think I’ve been ignoring you all week, but I swear this was my reason. I wanted to ask you to prom and I wanted it to be perfect because you’re perfect.” Paige explained as she handed Azzi her flowers. “You’re my person Az, and I’d never want you to feel any different.”

Azzi gasped with tears brimming her eyes. “Paige, seriously.”

Paige laughed softly. “Seriously, which is why,” Paige turned around now holding a decked out sign that read, “It doesn’t have to be a snowman… but I’d never ‘Let it Go’ if you went to prom with me!”

Azzi shook her head in disbelief, but her smile was wide, stunned, and the kind of soft Paige wanted to bottle

“You’re so annoying. You had me so worried I did something stupid.”

Paige grabbed the side of her face gently. “You could never be stupid. I mean unless you say no right now. That’d be stupid.”

“You’re so dumb.” Azzi said through a laugh, stepping forward.

“So, is that a yes?” Paige asked, slightly breathless.

Azzi reached for the front of the onesie, fisted it in her hands, and pulled her into a kiss.

Caroline erupted into a silent scream, Amari gasped and covered her mouth, and Ines captured the full promposal on video.

Katie clapped once, grinning. “Promposal of the year. Sorry, everyone else.”

Tim nodded. “And the commitment to Olaf. That’s love.”

Azzi pulled back just slightly, forehead against Paige’s, grinning so wide it hurt. Her voice was soft and a little breathless.

“I can’t believe you wore an Olaf onesie for me.”

Paige smirked. “I’d wear a whole castle for you.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“But I’m your dork now, right?”

Azzi kissed her again. “Obviously.”

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The night of prom arrived in the blink of an eye. The sun was just starting to dip, casting that warm glow through Azzi’s bedroom window. She stood in front of her full-length mirror in a navy blue satin dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways, neckline delicate, back open, her hair curled just enough to look like she hadn’t tried too hard—even though Caroline and Amari had absolutely spent forty minutes on it.

Caroline stood behind her, applying highlighter to Azzi’s cheekbones with surgical precision. “You’re giving hot siren prom queen. Kind of like if Bonnie from the Vampire Diaries was a dance team siren mermaid and she went to prom.”

Azzi laughed then smirked at their reflection. “Good. She won’t survive it.”

Down the hall, Paige was finishing getting ready in the guest bathroom—Azzi’s parents had insisted she get dressed at their house so they could all leave together. Paige adjusted the collar of her crisp black suit, a navy blue pocket square, the same color as Azzi’s dress tucked into her pocket. Her sneakers were spotless, and the silver chain she always wore glinted beneath the open collar of her white shirt.

Katie knocked once, peeked in, then placed a soft hand to her heart. “You clean up nice, Olaf.”

Paige laughed, cheeks tinged pink. “Think she’ll like it?”

“She’s going to melt.”

In the backyard, the girls posed under strings of fairy lights and flower petals that were still scattered on the grass. Paige couldn’t take her eyes off Azzi. She literally forgot how to stand in one picture because Azzi turned and smiled at her.

Ines snapped it anyway. “It’s giving hopelessly in love,” she whispered behind her phone. “They’re so gross.”

They took goofy shots with their friend group—piggyback rides, dramatic Titanic poses, group hugs—but the solo pictures were where the magic happened. Paige gently rested her hand on Azzi’s waist, and Azzi looked up at her like no one else existed. At one point, Paige dipped her just to make her laugh, and Caroline screamed, “WE GET IT. YOU’RE IN LOVE.”

At prom, the vibes between the two were the same. Azzi had already gotten Paige to try three new dance moves, half of which were just ways to get her closer. Paige was doing her best—some moves were smoother than others—but she was grinning the whole time, clutching Azzi’s hand whenever the beat shifted.

During a brief break in the music, Paige leaned close. “You know you’re just doing this to see me embarrass myself, right?”

Azzi twirled a loose curl around her finger. “No, I’m doing this to make you fall even harder.”

“Unfair,” Paige murmured, eyes locked on hers. “I was already done for the second you wore that dress.”

The lights dimmed just a little more. The DJ’s voice faded into the opening notes of a slow, swaying love song. Something timeless, floaty.

Without a word, Azzi reached for Paige’s hand and guided it to her waist.

They started to sway.

Paige’s hand tightened ever so slightly, her other hand slipping into Azzi’s. They were chest to chest now, foreheads nearly touching, music pulsing gently around them. The world blurred into gold and navy and the soft murmur of a hundred other conversations—but none of it touched them.

“You nervous?” Azzi asked softly.

Paige swallowed. “Terrified.”

Azzi smiled, slow and sure. “Me too.”

They stood like that for another second, soaking in the tension, the heat, the thrum between them. Then Paige dipped her head just enough—

And kissed her.

It wasn’t loud or flashy. Just deep. Intentional. A pause in the universe. A quiet spark that lingered long after the song faded.

Azzi exhaled against her lips.

“I should’ve said yes to prom like… five Olaf onesies ago.”

Paige grinned. “I’ve got more where that came from.”

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AN: did I just single-handedly make my expectations for my promposal 1000 times higher? Yes, yes I did. Hope I make the anon who requested happy!!!

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #pazzi #pazzi fic #pazzi fics #dallas wings #uconn wbb

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cherryblossms · 21 hours ago

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he should have known better than to think the conversation about darius was over, especially when he was the one to bring the other man up to begin with. but it still surprised him that angel immediately offered darius up to help install the camera. garam's brows lifted as held his breath, though only for a moment before he started nodding his head. "oh, is he handy like that?" lord knows garam wouldn't have been able to do it. his handiness came in through technology, but not that kind of installation. he definitely wasn't a builder but he'd be able to set up whatever accounts, connect the device to their wifi, and give access to both of their phones. "if you think he can, definitely ask him if he's willing to do this for us. last thing we need is me screwing it up. i'd likely end up breaking something or putting a bunch of little holes in the wall trying to get it in place." garam knew he couldn't stop the two of them from being friends nor would he ever ask that of angel, he'd just have to get over any sort of discomfort he had in regards to darius sooner than expected. "we should probably go with a smaller one, too. if you-know-who tries to come over ever, i don't want him acting all fake nicey-nice because an obvious, overly-jumbo camera is watching him. i'd rather he act on impulse so we'd have physical proof he's dangerous." even if that meant putting himself at risk. he let out a soft, childish giggle before repeating, "my room," as he looked down to the ground. even though he knew his staying with angel was a temporary situation, that it'd still feel like a guest room because it didn't house his own furniture nor decorations, having angel refer it as such made not only his cheeks flush but his ears and the back of his neck as well. garam pulled his phone from his pocket so he could get a head start on ordering the doorbell camera along with other things he would need, so he wouldn't have to be holed up for too long, only to be bombarded with dozens of texts and missed calls when he opened his phone up. he'd completely forgotten to take it off silent, granted he never thought it would have been a bad thing to leave it on. and, of course, they were all from the same person. the man he wished to avoid for the rest of his life; his ex. it made garam question what exactly was going on. axel was supposed to be at work, he wouldn't have had the time nor could he sneak away to try to contact him. he figured that's why axel's brother was there, to keep an eye on garam and angel and act as a makeshift spy where axel couldn't be. so where did all this free time to repeatedly reach out to garam come from? he looked down to see his hand enclosed with angel's, just that small squeeze being enough to calm the anxiety that starting creeping into his chest. when he looked back up to angel, he flashed a small smile— much more sincere than the previous. "i'd really like to go back home." he tried not to sound as worried as he was, he didn't want to give angel anything to worry himself over with, but it was hard to keep it all hidden. no amount of smiling could disguise how he truly felt and he hadn't even read any of the texts yet. garam quickly laced their fingers together, not waiting for angel to take the lead as he began tugging at the taller man. he lead them through seas of people, only looking back to angel once they'd put a comfortable distance between themselves and that store. he figured if they moved quick enough, didn't stop anywhere else throughout the mall, maybe they would lose axel's brother entirely.

“I’ve taken fewer shifts with everything going on…Can’t risk that idiot showing up at the bar.” Angel watched Garam closely, even as he spoke. He gave a soft chuckle, one corner of his mouth lifting. “We’ll leave in a second,” he said gently. “I know you were excited to come, so I don’t want you to feel like we’re rushing out. Besides, I’m kind of enjoying the people-watching. It’s like a zoo, but with worse fashion.” Angel tried his best to make light of it as he did his best to push down his panic. He reached out and tugged Garam just slightly closer by the sleeve, guiding them both toward one of the quieter wings of the mall. The scent of perfumes and coffee faded a bit, giving way to the colder, metallic smell of the floors and distant electronics. Angel didn’t need to hear Garam say it to know he was blaming himself. It wasn’t in the words—never was. It was in the way he kept offering to leave or do the dishes. Angel appreciated the kindness. “Hey,” Angel said, pausing and looking at him, tone suddenly softer. “What about this one? It's simple and it’s one that can’t be easily removed. I could have…well, Darius could install it.” He let the words settle before smirking lightly, trying to ease the weight of them with humor, “Or we could get this massive one. Make it as noticeable as possible.” That earned him a look, but Angel only grinned and walked on. His eyes flickered now and then, instinctively scanning the crowd for signs of Axel—or worse, his brother. Angel hadn’t forgotten the uneasy feeling from earlier, but for now, it seemed quiet. Safe. And still, even through the relative calm, Angel could feel that same desire pulsing through him—not desire for flesh, but for closeness. To protect. To soothe. Garam seemed anxious, and it sparked something primal in Angel, the need to curl around what was his and make sure nothing could touch him. What he needed was for Garam to feel safe, to feel seen. A soft laugh escaped him when he thought about Garam mentioning ordering online. If the man offered to leave, why was he trying to convince him to stay? “Amazon’s the real MVP sometimes,” Angel said gently, brushing his fingers briefly against Garam’s arm.“Let’s go. You can do your shopping in peace from your room, and I’ll make sure to prep everything while you do so.” And that was that. Angel didn’t need grand speeches or guilt-laced reassurances. Just the quiet, consistent way he stood between Garam and the world when it became too much. Angel took his hand and squeezed it, smiling, “Whatever you want, we will do.”

#threads #thread: garam #thread: garam & angel #ang3lmoans

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itsnotsunnyy · 2 days ago

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what we never said

pairing: jacob black x female!reader

word count: 5,2k

summary: fate tied your soul to his—but he looked the other way. now you’re gone, and the silence you left behind echoes louder than his regret. some bonds don’t break. they just haunt.

content: one-sided love, slow burn, unrequited love, second chance, heartbreak, regret, angst, bittersweet ending, distance makes the heart grow fonder…

a/n: english is not my first language, so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes. please feel free to point them out so i can learn and improve. this is also my first work, so please be kind—i’ll get better, i promise! hope you enjoy it <3

jacob never meant to hurt you.

it’s the thought that circled his mind like a curse, looping endlessly, whispering itself in the space you left behind. but it didn’t matter, what he meant. it never did.

intentions don’t erase pain.

and pain, in your absence, was all he had left. you had walked away without slamming a door or raising your voice. you hadn’t cried. you hadn’t begged. that, in a way, was what made it worse.

you had simply… let go. you had loved him, waited for him, stood by his side while he chased after someone who never saw him clearly. and when it was too much, when it broke you—you did what he never expected:

you walked away.

and jacob wasn’t ready to let you go.

it had started years ago, subtly. a glance here, a brush of your hand against his, the sound of your laughter lingering a second too long in his ears. you were the imprint, it hit him harder than anything else ever had.

he remembered the exact moment it happened: the way his heart stopped for half a second, the way his whole body quieted, centered around you like the world had finally focused. it was terrifying. beautiful. overwhelming.

and yet, he ignored it.

because bella still haunted him like a ghost.

even as the pull toward you grew stronger, even as his instincts screamed to protect you, be near you, choose you, he clung to bella. to what he thought he was supposed to want. to the idea that if he just loved her enough, maybe she’d finally look at him the way he looked at her.

you never asked him to stop loving bella. you never demanded anything. you just waited.

until waiting became survival. until survival became silence. until silence became goodbye.

he still remembered the last time he saw you.

it had been raining. forks always smelled like rain and woodsmoke, but that day it felt heavier—thicker in the air, like even the sky was mourning. you stood under the overhang outside your house, arms crossed, eyes dull. you didn’t look angry. you just looked tired.

he hated that more than if you had screamed.

“i can’t do this anymore,” you said quietly.

he had blinked, dumb, confused, heart already pounding.

“do what?”

“this. us. whatever you think this is, jake.”

his throat had gone dry. “you’re my imprint.”

“and i’m still not enough.” you gave a hollow laugh, shaking your head. “do you even hear yourself? i’m your imprint, jacob. and it still wasn’t enough to make you choose me.”

“i didn’t—”

“yes, you did,” you interrupted. “every time you ran to her. every time you told me i mattered and then looked at her like she hung the stars. i waited. i gave you everything. and you gave me just enough to keep hoping.”

you hadn’t yelled. but every word hit him like a blade.

“you never let me in, not fully. you never let yourself feel what the imprint gave you. you were too busy chasing someone who never loved you back.”

his chest ached. “i didn’t mean to—”

“i know.” you swallowed, voice soft now. “but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

and then you stepped back inside.

you didn’t slam the door.

you just disappeared.

weeks passed. then months.

he didn’t see you in town anymore. you’d stopped coming to la push. the others asked about you in hushed voices, like even they could feel the hollow space you left behind. the bond—the imprint, was still there. but where it used to feel warm and steady, now it felt frayed. like a lifeline unraveling strand by strand.

he dreamt of you constantly. of your voice. your smile. your touch.

of the way you used to sit beside him during bonfires, your shoulder brushing his, always quiet but never absent. you had been the constant in a world that shifted like sand beneath his feet.

and yet, he had let you go.

bella married edward.

jacob went to the wedding. he smiled. he wished them well. he stood there and realized how empty it all felt. the finality of it hit like a storm—but instead of feeling the ache of loss, he felt relief. because for the first time, he could stop pretending.

and all he wanted was you.

but you were gone.

he didn’t know where you were living now. he didn’t know what you were doing, who you were with, if you were okay. and the not-knowing was killing him.

so he ran.

in wolf form, the world was simpler. he couldn’t forget you, nothing could make the imprint fade, but at least he didn’t have to feel the ache of your absence in quite the same way. not while the wind was in his fur and the ground moved beneath his paws. but even then, your scent haunted him. his mind wandered. always to you. always.

one evening, he caught your scent near the forest line. faint. old. but unmistakably you.

and it knocked the breath from his lungs.

it wasn’t recent. maybe days old. maybe more. but it was real.

you had been here.

you were close.

he waited three more days before finally giving in and going to your old house. the lights were off. the porch was quiet. the air smelled like damp pine and silence.

he stood at the door for a long time before knocking.

no answer.

he knocked again.

still nothing.

so he sat on the steps and waited.

he didn’t know what he’d say if you did open the door. all he knew was that if there was any chance, any hope left, he had to try.

the door never opened.

but it didn’t matter.

because the next morning, he found a note on the porch.

jake,

i heard you knocking. i wasn’t ready to see you. i don’t know if i ever will be. but i need you to know… i never stopped caring. i just stopped waiting for you.

—Y/N

he stared at the paper for hours. read it until the ink blurred.

“i never stopped caring.”

it wasn’t a goodbye. but it wasn’t a beginning either. and maybe that’s what he deserved.

sometimes, late at night, he still feels the imprint burning under his skin. it’s quieter now—less like a pull, more like a shadow.

a reminder.

of what he broke.

of what he could have had.

and what he might never get back.

but he still whispers your name like a prayer. still dreams of you smiling. still hopes, quietly, that somewhere, no matter how far—you feel the echo of him.

because Jacob never meant to hurt you. but that didn’t stop him from doing it.

and now, all he can do is wait.

just like you did.

#jacob black #jacob black x reader #jacob black x female reader #jacob black x you #jacob black x y/n #jacob black imagine #jacob black fanfic #jacob black angst #jacob black werewolf #twilight #itsnotsunnyy #twilight fanfic #twilight jacob black #twilight fics #twilight wolves #twilight angst

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yesimwriting · 3 days ago

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I can see bestie drunkenly clinging onto Armand and trying to cover his face in kisses and he's like 😃 and Louis is like 😧

The poignant scent of alcohol isn't enough to blur the feel of your skin against his into obscurity, which is...incredibly unfortunate.

Armand exhales, a weak attempt at dismissing the warmth of your fingertips resting against his forearm. The contact is too absentminded to be considered significant. You're likely unaware of the extent of your proximity, the bulk of your attention too dedicated to Louis for you to notice anything else.

Louis keeps pulling your free hand towards him just for you to try to tug your wrist out of his grasp. Every once in awhile he awards your struggle by letting you nearly escape. The game is completely innocent, but the action behind it is feels much too volatile.

Armand frowns. "You two are behaving like children."

You turn your head towards him. "I'm sorry we're not 500-and--" You trail off, brow furrowing as you struggle to keep your response well structured in your current state. "Whatever the other number is."

Maybe Louis wasn't exaggerating when he described all of the work he had to put into getting you home tonight. "Tactful."

You let out a breath that feels more like a laugh than anything else. "I try."

"Ignore her." Louis has yet to let you go, but he's no longer tugging on your wrist. "You don't even want to know how much she had to drink tonight." Armand doesn't doubt that.

"Don't be mean. It wasn't that much."

Louis's eyes briefly narrow at that. "I had to keep you from running off with a stranger." Armand feels himself tense at the response. "And then I had to babysit you through getting ready for bed."

"That wasn't babysitting." You shift, your nails carefully dragging themselves up Armand's arm before you finally let go of him. You press your elbow into the mattress to sit up a little more before reaching for his hand again.

"Then what was it?" There's a sharpness to Louis's humor, but it's almost entirely undercut by the way that he adjusts his hold on your hand.

"It was us--hanging out while I did my skin care."

"Mhm." The sound is far from flat, but completely dismissive. Louis turns his head enough to look at Armand. "Can you believe her?"

Armand squeezes your hand. "She's your friend."

You frown, the set of your mouth coming dangerously close to a pout. "Please, you so love me." The certainty of the response is incredibly grating. "I make your life fun."

Something uncomfortably warm attempts to wedge itself between his ribs. "Yes, by constantly destroying my peace."

You're quiet for a second, assessing him with an openness that borders on unsettling. "You're very melodramatic." There's a gentleness to the response that doesn't suit the argument. You continue to watch him, your wide eyed expression oddly pensive. "And very pretty."

The phantom warmth begins to crawl its way up his neck, as heavy and suffocating as tar. His lips part, but before he's forced to respond, Louis lets out an easy laugh. "We don't need his head getting any bigger, ma chere."

"Don't worry." You're dragging your thumb against his knuckles, back and forth at an easy pace. "I'll ask him about his favorite movies later."

Louis grins before bringing the back of your palm to his lips. "You do that."

Armand sighs, allowing himself to ease against his pillows. "As if everything the two of you watch has artistic value."

The corner of your mouth tugs itself upwards at that. You straighten slightly, pushing yourself to sit up a little more before leaning towards him. You press a kiss against his shoulder. "We're joking."

Instead of moving back to your previous position, you relax enough to rest your head against his arm. You pull Louis's hand towards your lap as you settle into your new position. Louis indulges you, letting you extend his arm for him.

Louis remains still for another moment, permitting you to bend and straighten his fingers. Then, with no warning, he moves to sit up fully. "I'm going to get ready for bed." You lift your head slightly, eyebrows pinching together at the thought of being left behind. "I haven't fed yet."

You frown, moving your hand to fully cover the back of Louis's palm, as if that will be enough to get him to stay. "No."

"I'll be right back." When you don't ease, Louis carefully pulls his hand away from you.

You let out a heavy sigh, as if Louis's temporary absence is the kind of inconvenience you'll never recover from. "Fine."

Once you've given your halfhearted approval, Louis pushes himself to stand. "Behave," the warning lacks any real bite, "I mean it. Don't give Armand any headaches."

"Too late."

Louis glares at the response. "Don't start anything." This instruction, though still easygoing, is tinged by an underlying tension that Armand can't quite bring himself to hold against his companion. After all, you're the embodiment of the first rays of sunlight reaching the horizon, and he's the entity that daybreak is meant to purify into nonexistence.

Armand frowns. "No promises."

Louis throws another look in his companion's direction before turning towards the door. Armand's hold on your hand tightens as Louis approaches the bedroom's door.

As soon as you're left alone, you lift your head off of his shoulder enough to look at him. "Hi."

The word is much too enthusiastic. Armand turns his head towards you slowly. "Hello."

You shift slightly, lifting your chin a fraction of an inch as you study him. There's a warmth behind your gaze that implies a fondness he isn't sure how to bear. "What?" The question feels hollow.

"Nothing," the response is easy in its genuineness.

The imagined heat from earlier returns with a vengeance, burning its way through him. Armand permits himself to hold your wide eyed stare. "You're drunk."

You blink, expression morphing into something somber. You adjust your hold on his hand, your fingers pressing into his palm. "Not that drunk." When he's not immediately eased by the gesture, you lift your other arm, holding your wrist out to him. "You can be drunk, too."

The gesture, though clearly just another indicator of the state that you're in, is almost overwhelmingly genuine. You let out a small breath as Armand turns your inner wrist towards him. He lets his thumb settle against your pulse point. Condemning you would be a simple thing.

His companion would hold your pain and the permanence of the change against him for some time, but eventually Louis would come to see it as for the best. Louis can only live in his imagined version of reality for so long, he'll eventually have to acknowledge the limitations of your mortality.

And if Louis's anger were to impact your perception of him, it wouldn't matter. You'd be bonded to him in a way that no amount of friendship, or hatred, or affection could undo.

Armand exhales, forcing himself to replace distorted fantasy with reality. He drags his thumb against your pulse point, allowing himself to dwell on the warmth of your skin. He pulls your arm forward, pressing a kiss against the inside of your wrist.

The contact affects your pulse, your blood inching its way up your veins and towards your chest. "I'm alright."

You aren't eased by his response. "Are you sure?" You pull your wrist out of his grasp before shifting to sit up a little straighter.

You then extend your arm again, placing your hand against his shoulder. Armand recognizes the contact as an attempt at comforting him.

He lets himself reflect on the question. Why wouldn't he be alright? What right do you have to impact him in any capacity? He's an ancient being who could end your existence because of the vaguest impulse to do so, and you're only...who you are. Why should your proximity, or your distance, or your intentions behind either matter to him at all?

"Why wouldn't I be?" He stares at some vague point just beyond you as he answers.

You drag your thumb down his shoulder, the side of your hand moving past the collar of his shirt and onto his bare skin. "I don't know," the response is much more uncertain than you would be if you were sober, "You didn't want to go out with us, and you seem tense."

Armand angles his head towards you, permitting himself to look at you again. "I'm sure you managed enough attention without me there."

You squeeze his shoulder, the warmth of your skin bleeding through the thin material of his shirt. "I like when you're there."

He's studying you with a repulsive transparency, his mind taking in each aspect of your expression. There's nothing cruel or mocking or even uncertain in the way that you're looking at him. You're staring at him with an unbridled affection he's underserving of.

Armand lifts an arm, his hand coming to rest against your shoulder. "I don't know what to do with you."

Your brow furrows at that. It takes you a moment to respond, "I don't think you need to do anything with me."

Everything must feel so simple, so easy to you. Armand's lips part, but before he can speak, you lean towards him. You press a kiss against his shoulder. You then shift again, giving yourself the space needed to kiss the exposed skin just above his shirt's collar.

You still, as if waiting for him to do something that indicates disapproval. When no warning comes, you place another kiss against his skin, this time a little closer to his collarbone.

He exhales, pressing his lips together to keep from reacting. The hand not holding onto your arm grasps at the bedding in a desperate attempt at remaining neutral. When neither attempt at reducing his tension work, his adjusts his hold on your shoulder. He bears your proximity for another moment before pulling you back.

You're quick to comply, straightening your head enough to look at him. Armand holds your stare. There's a gentle curiosity to the way that you're watching him, a fragile interest as you wait for his reaction.

It wouldn't be a difficult thing to push you away, to redirect you towards something less tarnishing. He doesn't look away from you as he tries to will himself to do the right thing for you. When the strength needed to commit to creating necessary distance doesn't find him, Armand brings a hand to the collar of his shirt. He pulls the material out of place, revealing more of his neck.

You blink, your focus shifting between his features and the newly revealed skin. It takes you longer than it should to understand the implications of the gesture.

Slowly, you shift forward again, pressing a chaste kiss against his collar bone. He allows his eyes to fall shut as you make your way up his neck. You don't stop until you've reached the start of his jaw.

You stop as suddenly as you started, moving far enough away from him to rest your temple against his shoulder with no warning.

It would be easy for things to remain quiet between the two of you, but after a long moment, Armand speaks, "Are you tired?"

You give no indication of discomfort as you take his hand again. "A little." Hm. It's the kind of half-truth you'd only use while completely exhausted.

Armand squeezes your hand to his. "Then maybe we should go to sleep."

"Maybe." Your mutual agreement isn't enough to convince either of you to move.

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a/n lowkey have mixed feelings on this but it's been nearly done in the drafts for a minute so <3

#bestie reader verse #iwtv x reader #iwtv x fem!reaer #interview with the vampire x reader #armand x reader

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m-robinavitch · 2 hours ago

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in passing.

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot/Wife!Reader Summary: While working opposite shifts for two weeks, Jack Abbot finally gets a day off to spend with his wife. But in true Jack Abbot fashion- he needs to make sure you knew what you had missed out on. Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, age gap relationship (older man/younger woman), soft!Dom Jack, overstimulation, teasing, spanking, and Dr. Yapper with his gremlin smile comes with his own warning. Crossposted to AO3

“Hmm, there better be a damn good reason you’re waking me up, Jack.” You smile, sighing into the way your husband’s lips dragged across the back of your neck- his heavy hands pushing your hair to the side as he makes little bites and nips with no particular direction set yet. He needs to shave- you think to yourself, biting your lip a bit from the scratch of his stubble along your neck because it feels good.

“Mhm,” he nods, smiling into your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist to drag you closer into his chest. “Missed you.” Mumbling, his fingers tease along the bottom hem of the shirt you were wearing to bed- his shirt, the one he was given in basic. Ratty, seams coming apart slightly with every wash but it was so soft and smelled like him and didn’t even fucking fit him anymore yet he still complains that you steal his clothes. You weren’t asleep- not really. You knew that he would be home soon and you expected him around now, 6 am- crawling into bed behind you and grumbling about how you’re on his side, in his spot. His pillow smelled like him, his side was firmer and it felt like sleeping in his arms when it was like this.

What was this? This- was two weeks of opposite shifts. Two weeks of him working evenings and you on rotating shifts- working wherever you were needed and currently one of the ED residents was on leave, so the morning shift was where you were needed for the time being. It was fine. You liked everyone you worked with but it was hard because you missed Jack. Not just working with him- which honestly was fun but he annoyed you to no end with his incessant need to be the dominating player on the team. But you worked well together- he could count on his wife favorite resident to flank him when he needs, hands working in unison, knowing which clamp he wanted or what to push in the patient's IV before he even asked. Missing him at work aside- you obviously missed him at home too. You missed sleeping next to him, wrapping your arms around him, eating dinner together and laying on the couch with him to watch whatever stupid war documentary that was on because he just had to see.

You had both been trying to work with seeing each other only in passing for the last few weeks. Where you were waking up to make breakfast for you both- spending only 30 minutes together while you sip your coffee before work and Jack fights sleep to spend those few precious minutes with you. Where you were coming home from work while he showers before he leaves for the night- then jumping in with him, kissing the freckles along his shoulders until he has to physically tear himself away from you to not be late again. Where you were making him something to eat for when he wakes up and he was making you dinner so you can just go home and rest, not worrying about anything else other than sleep. A quick kiss while you’re leaving the Pitt, passing him in the stairwell on his way in. Where you were sitting for a few minutes on the roof together after he’s brought you coffee so you can wake up for your shift, just giving each other details of what to expect or what patients were waiting on what before he leaves to go home and sleep. You didn’t even have any days off together. On his days off, Jack had been at the VA hospital with Mel- volunteering some of his limited free time. On your days off you had been helping the resident who had been on leave, maternity leave to be exact- cooking, cleaning, or just holding the baby so she can have a shower or nap. It was fine. Everything was fine. You just missed Jack. And he missed you. And you both finally had a fucking day off together.

“Prove it,” you smirked, still laying on his side of the bed with his chest at your back- kissing your shoulder while letting his hands skim up under your shirt now. You knew he missed you but right now it’s been so long since you’ve had him in bed with you- you just had to tease him. “You don’t miss me. Such a very neglectful husband.” Joking, hearing him scoff at your words but continued dragging his hand up your shirt to cup your breasts.

“I am- so fucking neglectful,” he nods, shoving his hand to come out the neck of your shirt, just so he can grab your jaw and turn your face to him- catching your lips in a desperate kiss. “You should just divorce me. You can keep the house, the kids, the cars” kids meaning the ones you’ve adopted at the hospital- Whitaker, Mel, Santos, Mohan, and Victoria, “just let me fuck you one more time- one more time and I’ll sign wherever the fuck you want me to.” His hand returns to its spot on your breast, palming at it now and you try to giggle at his ramblings but he’s pushing his hips into your ass now- letting you feel how fucking hard he was, moaning in your ear and dammit you missed him so fucking much. His other hand trails down to snake into your underwear- well, it would if you had any on and he groans when he realizes it.

“Think you can slip the kids in there like I wouldn’t notice?” Mumbling into his lips, moaning at the feeling of his fingers running along your slit, collecting the wetness that accumulated after only moments of finally being with him after two weeks. “We split custody, 50/50.” He’s manhandled you a bit- hovering over you now and dragging your shirt up just enough so he can circle his tongue around your nipple, hooking your legs over his hips for him to be able to grind into your uncovered center.

“70/30 and I keep a car.” Jack negotiates, biting your nipple and tugging a bit before coming back to kiss up your neck and lips again. Thrusting your hips up, you use a leg as leverage to roll him back against the bed- clambering up to straddle his hips now and grinding your own down to elicit a whine from him.

“60/40 and you can borrow a car.” Giggling, you pull at his clothes, tugging his boxers and undershirt off- the remaining few clothes he hadn’t rid himself from in anticipation and excitement of getting into bed with you as soon as he was home. You were able to drag your bare pussy over the underside of him now, he was impossibly hard- his cock pointed up, laying flat against his lower stomach and the veins were giving you the perfect texture to grind on. Jack’s large hands settle on your hips, digging into them to guide your movements a bit and if you tilt your hips back just so- the tip of him could easily slide into you and-

“Deal,” he nods, sitting up so he could nip along your jaw- pushing your hair back from your face as his teeth map out a path to your lips again. You sigh into the feeling- letting your arms hang off his shoulders while you lazily kiss him, enjoying the way his slightly chapped lips you know you gave him lip balm and you’re sure it’s shoved into his backpack and lost way at the bottom gave texture to the pleasure, it was something that felt very- Jack. You don’t stop the way your hips move, canting into his slowly while he traces his tongue along your bottom lip- opening your mouth for him so his tongue can swirl around yours. “Now let me fuck you baby, it’s been two weeks.” He thrusts his hips up now, trying to roll you both over so he can be on top but you shove him back down to lay flat.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask, reaching under you to grab his cock as you rise up on your knees- teasing the tip along your lower wet lips. Jack rises up on his elbows now, groaning at the feeling of your wetness and anticipation of finally being inside you but-

“Trying to fuck my wife? What are you doing?” He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head like it was obvious- oh. Oh no he’s acting like he doesn’t remember. You knew he remembered, he tries to sit up fully so he can hover over you but you shove him back down again.

“No? I’m fucking you- it’s Monday, I’m on top.” Yes- you did have to make a schedule due to some nights there would be fights over who would be on top and sometimes no sex would happen because neither of you would relent. And of course in true Jack Abbot fashion- he would always try to switch days or say he’s had a hard shift and deserves to be on top or ‘Are you sure it’s not my day?’ And before he could argue more or poorly gaslight you into believing it’s his day- you sink down onto him quickly, gasping and sighing in relief. Two weeks has maybe been the longest you’ve gone without fucking him, not counting the time you banned him from the bedroom while you were studying for your Step 3 exam- that was purely a necessity because there was no way you’d be able to focus with the man literally breathing down your neck.

“That’s not- f-fuck that’s not fair.” It was never fair. That’s the point. And you giggle at his frustration- rolling your hips into a steady and slow rhythm. Jack didn’t try to argue the point anymore, his hands found their way onto your thighs- caressing gently while you got to work on fucking your husband the way you wanted. You liked it slow, loved rocking your hips just right to where you could feel every inch of his thick cock rub against your g-spot, where the curls that collect at the top of his pubic bone kiss at your clit with every roll of your hips. You have one hand on his chest- hand flat to keep him from leaning up and trying to roll you over really pulling the dog tags around his neck slightly, then brushing against the dusting of hair along his pecs before dragging your nails down to his taut stomach- still maintaining his fucking abs at his age was a gift you didn’t know you wanted. Your other hand dragged up your own body, feeling his eyes on you because if anything, your husband had a staring problem and especially loved to stare at you. You kept his eye contact- biting your lip in a smile when you lean back now, hand on his thigh to brace yourself and continue to roll your hips, sighing at the feeling of his cock just grinding into your wet pussy.

“Keep going baby, just like that,” he’ll let you have your fun, for now- but Jack couldn’t deny that you looked fucking ethereal in this moment, riding his cock like you were made for it, sunlight just peeking through the blinds now and kissing your skin in a golden glow. He’s obviously been on edge the last few weeks- but he’s not too proud to admit that burying himself into your cunt keeps him sane, that fucking you into your shared mattress keeps Jack’s patience leveled. Because he can already feel the stress melting away from his body with every slow move you make. He’s watching you drag your hand down your body, fingers circling around your clit and you shudder- clenching around him at the feeling and Jack groans out something almost painful. He can’t cum yet- fuck he needs this to last. “Good girl- play with your clit a little more.” If you cum first then he’ll feel better about blowing his load so fucking fast. But you need to cum first.

“Play with it for me,” You smirked, grabbing his hand from where it was squeezing your thigh- dragging it along to right above where you both were connected. He blacks out for a moment- he thinks. Jack circles his calloused thumb around your swollen clit, slow tight movements that work in tandem with the way you rolled your body on top of his. Your other hand grabs his free one and drags it up your torso, settling on your breast, palming at it with warm heavy hands- leaving you moaning from the added sensation. You started to roll your hips faster, leaning forward a bit to place both your hands on his chest to secure your movements. You were so fucking wet- you could hear it with each pass of your pussy across his cock and you would almost be embarrassed from the sound but you were so fucking worked up that you gave no shits. He could feel you leak from around his cock- using the collection of wetness to rub your clit faster. “Like that baby- fuck keep doing that.” You praise him. Even with such a minimal effort, the swirl of this thumb along your clit had your body on fire- the sparks of your orgasm starting to tease along in your gut. Jack rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger- groaning when you whined, clenching around him again. You were close- he could tell. He could feel it in how your body was reacting- he just needed to push you a bit farther.

“Let me help you baby,” Jack sat up now, ignoring your protests as he removed his hand from your breast- using his arm now to wrap around your waist and pull your chest closer to his face so he can get your nipple into his mouth. Oh. Fuck- it’s was good. His mouth sucked and bit your nipple while he continued rubbing perfect circles around your clit- stubble scratching your chest but gave that extra bit of pleasure that had your thighs tightening around his hips. Fucking asshole, he knew exactly what to do- exactly how to make you cum fast. You tug on his curls at the back of his head- making him moan and bite down on your nipple now before giving a soft kiss so he can give the other equal attention. Fuck you were so close and this was so good- but you needed him deeper. Using his shoulder as leverage, you rose up on your knees until he was just notched at your entrance- looking down at him from where he was sucking marks along your chest and smiling when he nodded, almost begging you to slam down on his cock and you’re definitely not one to deny your husband. You are and you’ll deny him on purpose to be a bitch- just not this time.

Slowly, so teasingly slow, you sank back down on him as you stared into those fucking eyes you love so much- seemingly dark and brown but you spent so much time staring into them when you first met that you realized they’re hazel. Golden flecks on the inside and rings of green on the outside- you could get lost in them if he’d let you. He would. He would do anything that you asked- minimal complaints. He groaned now, eyebrows scrunched up and mouth slightly open as you sank back down onto him so devastatingly slow- just to feel every ridge and vein of his cock until you were seated onto him once more. Tugging on his hair again- you force his mouth against yours- moaning into a hot kiss, tongue and teeth mostly but shared breaths from the panting of your efforts. The hand around your waist dipped down a bit to grab a handful of your ass, helping to guide you onto his cock- up and down and he’s trying to get you to move faster because he needs to feel the slickness of your wet pussy around him. “Faster.” He barks out- tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, slapping your ass hard for emphasis.

“Stop topping from the bottom Jack.” You scoff- trying to comply, but honestly your thighs were starting to burn and were sore now from just the width of his hips keeping you open. He needs more and it’s so hard to keep composure when you're gently bouncing up and down onto him and he can’t fucking take it anymore. You’ve had your fun- his turn now. He reluctantly removes his fingers from your clit- kissing your cheek when you whine but grabs your hips with both his hands to keep you still, hovering just above him. You knew what he was going to do- you braced yourself on his strong freckled shoulders for it. He keeps you immobile- heavy hands settled on your hips and you couldn’t move even if you fucking tried as he thrusts up into you. Dammit- he was going to ruin you. You couldn’t take the hammering, the devastation and ruin of the pace he started to pound into you from below. You couldn’t make a sound- mouth hung open from the pleasure that started to build up in your veins. You’re so fucking glad that you were still impossibly wet- aiding the slide of his thick cock spearing up into you because the were still some resistance just from the fucking girth of him.

“Someone sounds pretty fucking ungrateful for how good they’re being fucked right now-” he growls out- removing his hand to slap your ass again. He was only slightly right. You weren't being completely ungrateful because he was fucking you so good- just how you like it. He tilts your hips just slightly back, angling them so he can fuck up into your g-spot and you’re sure you scream from the pleasure and you just pray the neighbors don’t call the cops again. Heat courses along your veins- the familiar height of a peaking orgasm strangles its way down your spine to settle into your gut, pulling each wave higher with every thrust of his cock up into you. His pace doesn’t falter- one thing about your husband is that his stamina is still that of a fucking soldier. More than 10 years your senior and you’re the one panting and exhausted after being fucked into the mattress while he can go at least another two rounds with just a sip of water- as a treat. You bite his shoulder- not carrying if it hurts him because this feels so fucking good and you need to not scream in his ear but he’s threading his fingers through your hair and forcing you to look at him and- “don’t hide now baby- you wanted this remember?” He doesn’t stop wrecking into you, doesn’t stop slamming his hips up into your wet pussy- smirking when you close your eyes and his hand slams back down onto your ass because ‘you know better honey.

“Wait Jack nooo-” You whine, feeling him shift so he can shove you back to lay at the foot of the bed while he settles on top of you, cool metal of his dog tags now against your chest to soothe the marks he made- never fully leaving the delicious tightness of your cunt. Asshole. At least you lasted longer on top this time. “You’re such a dick.” You moan out- wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively before he can do it for you. He didn’t care- well he did but in his mind he’s fucking you so you can relax and let him do the work, ‘it’s a love language honey’ he’d tell you. And it was so hard to deny that logic as he drives himself into you deeper, burying himself so fucking deep that it pushes you farther down the bed and your head is hanging off the edge now but it gives him access to kiss along your neck and suck marks on your collarbone to match the ones adorning your chest.

“I know- a neglectful dick of a husband who fucks you so well,” he replies in a mocking tone- taunting you while kissing along your neck and jaw now, so gentle and sweet in contrast to the way his hips were slamming into your own. The sound was bouncing around in the room you shared- sweaty hips against each other, panting and moans that were muffled by sloppy kisses, Jack fucking talking so much that you know he’s about to cum when he finally does shut up, which he hasn’t- not yet. “Now you can’t divorce me- who will treat your pussy this good baby?” He’s baiting you now- getting you riled up from the way his mouth spews filth and nonsense into your ear while he tugs the lobe between his teeth. You just accept the pleasure, sinking into the bed with one hand braced on the wall next to you and the other clawing at his back while he drills right into your tight heat, unwavering speed that has you gasping for air, holding your breath with the impending orgasm in sight. “I said who?” He slows, pulling out and letting his cock rest between your folds now- slapping the side of your thigh now and grabbing your jaw so you can look into his eyes. “Lemme see those pretty eyes while you tell me who fucks you this good.”

“J-Jack- don’t stop,” you whine, your voice pitching at the end- frustrated and wiggling your hips a bit to get him to wreck into you like he had been. He chuckles, squeezing your jaw tighter and it opens from the pressure- his thumb sliding in for you to suck.

“Don’t be greedy,” he clicks his tongue while slowly dragging his cock back and forth between your wet lips and letting the tip catch your clit but pulling back before it can really do much else other than stress you out and beg, “I’m being very fucking nice to you right now- don’t be a greedy little girl.” He notches at your entrance again, just teasing the tip slowly in and out to annoy you now. He doesn’t count on you still being so fucking pent up from two weeks of deprivation that you roll your hips into his, shoving yourself forward so he can ram back inside your wet cunt. It catches him off guard, the way you angle your hips so you can fuck yourself on his cock in desperation- sucking on his thumb and moaning helplessly while trying to catch back up to the fleeting orgasm from only moments ago. You’re fucking sight to behold in his eyes- chasing your own orgasm, taking it from him and he smiles now because- “that’s my fucking girl.” Pulling his hand away from your jaw and burying his face into your neck, he grab both your thighs to spread you open for him now so he can absolutely fucking ruin you.

“Fuck- Jack,” the way you say his name is stuttered a bit with every thrust he pounds into your tight pussy. Your thighs start to shake, being forced open by his hands- you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow in the shape of his fingers wouldn’t be the first time- won’t be the last. “I missed you so much baby, fuck I love you, I love you so fucking much.” He moans into your neck, nodding with every single whisper or whine that you spit out as you drag your fingers through his curls to pull. When you’re close to a mind altering orgasm, you start talking- babbling almost incoherently about anything, how good his cock feels, how good he fucks you, how much you love him. When Jack is close- it’s the only time he ever fucking shuts up, concentrating on making you cum first before he can even think about getting there, listening to the way your voice gets higher like it does when your about to cum, feeling your thighs shake and your pussy clenched around him.

“I’m- I need you to cum okay?” Pressing his forehead against yours, gritting out the words because it takes so much of his fucking energy to think and speak as he’s sliding viciously between your legs- the feeling has him drunk off your pussy and he needs to concentrate. You just nod, whimpering and inching your hand between you both to rub your clit but he catches it- pulling it up to kiss your knuckles before- “let me do it baby- let me.” He mumbles, dragging his rough hand down your body now and you swear you see stars when his fingers finally trace around your clit lightly. Even when he’s teetering on the edge of cumming so deep inside you with so much of his load- he needs to make sure you’re taken care of first. You tried. Fuck- you had tried so hard after that first week to get yourself off. Laying in bed with your fingers as deep as they could reach- but they weren’t like Jack’s. Didn’t reach like his could- didn’t fill you up like his and you just ended up annoyed and frustrated and digging in that box of toys for that vibrator he uses on you when you’re tied up to the bedpost and begging him to fuck you. It still didn’t work and after hours of trying you were in tears.

“A-almost, fuck- almost there Jack,” the thick drag of his cock was laying waste to your pussy- demolishing every single thought you had about anything. The only thing you cared about in this moment was your husband on top of you, burying his face in your neck and biting his dog tags to keep from cumming until you’re ready. A few more rough thrusts, a few more rolls of his fingers around your clit and then it finally happens- the drop. The sick fucking drop of your gut and the pleasure takes over to seize your body in a blinding orgasm that has your mouth open in a silent scream- which would’ve been his name if you had any neurons available to do so. You thought your orgasm would inspire one in him- thought the spasms and clenching would push him to cum but he preserves. His pace falters slightly but Jack doesn’t stop, lets the dog tags fall from his mouth to lick up your neck and into your mouth now- tasting the way you whine and sigh, lazily letting his tongue trace along your own. His pace is slow now, removing his hand from your sore clit and inches his way slowly through your walls because he doesn’t want this to end. He’s been deprived of your body for two weeks- he tried to use his hand, fucking his fist in the shower while leaning against the tiles but it did nothing. He couldn’t cum no matter how much he thought of you, no matter how he stroked himself, fast, slow, hard, gentle- he wanted you.

You know he wants to cum, you know Jack is using whatever sense he has left to force himself to make this last. You’re whispering to him- telling him it’s okay to cum, that you want him to cum inside you so bad. That makes his hips stutter, his resolve starts to crack because you’re begging him to cum now- begging him to fill you up with his cum and he’s fighting within himself. Between the feeling of wanting to cum so fucking back inside you and wanting this to last- he’s struggling. He forces himself to slow down more, resting his entire body on yours for a small bit of relief while just- grinding into you now as he figures out if he wants to cum or feel your hot, tight, throbbing pussy for longer. You’re bordering on the edge of too much- but you’ve missed Jack so much that you just lay there and take it. Take the impending overstimulation from how he lazily fucks into you. One of your hands comes to thread through his sweaty curls now, almost trying to soothe the tension that he’s creating within himself. You feel the tightness in your gut again- the first orgasm opening the door to countless more because your husband is fucking relentless and can’t make a decision on which way he wants to kill you. Jack mindlessly kisses and licks at your neck- moaning when he feels the trembling of your thighs from another devastating orgasm and you can only whimper through it. He pauses- momentarily because if he kept fucking your through your orgasm he’s sure he’d cum from the way your pussy flares and gets so much wetter. And once he knows you’ve came, his pace continues. Slow. Nowhere to be but in bed with you. Inside you

“J-Jack-” helplessly whining, ignoring the few tears that fall from your cheeks from a combination of pleasure and inching on pain. Not hurting but raw and sensitive no matter how fucking wet you still were. He doesn’t care- he makes a little shake of his head and a- ‘nuh uh’ sound that was muffled from being buried in your hair and shoulder. He can’t. Not yet. A few more minutes but not yet. He promises, mumbles that he will cum soon but he just needs to be inside you for a bit longer. The grinding of him inside you, not even thrusting just grinding to conserve his energy- has him rubbing against your sore clit and you can fucking feel another orgasm clawing its way up your chest and you have no time to mentally prepare because it’s slamming its way into you again. You shake and cry and whimper against Jack but he’s steady, sighing into the feeling of you trembling underneath him as if it was a comfort to him. He’s found his voice again- softly whispering praise into your ear and telling you how much he loves you, that he’s going to fill you full of his cum soon- ‘you’re being such a good girl for me baby, always my girl.’ You’re so tired and sore and the sun has finally risen fully to bathe your bedroom in light but you can only stare up at the ceiling, sighing with how softly Jack fucks into you because it’s so good- so fucking good but almost getting to be too much again. You can feel him throbbing inside you, his slow grinds have gotten sloppy- no real pace or rhythm to them as he’s losing the grip he had on his determination.

“Cum inside me Jack-” you whimper, turning your face to nudge against his, making him look into your eyes. “I want you to cum inside me baby- I need it so bad. Please Jack?” God his heart and strength shatter when you beg. He’s never really been able to tell you no- not when it mattered really. You were his biggest weakness, Jack Abbot was a man fucking whipped for his wife- you who just have to bat your pretty lashes at him and he’ll fall to his knees for you. And asking him to cum inside you? He only gets a second- maybe two before he’s stalling and tensing while he cums inside you, making sure to get it as deep as he can. He doesn’t move- not just yet. Mumbling incoherent praise and kissing along your jaw and neck that was red and rare from his stubble making a mental note to yourself to make sure he shaves later. Leaning up on his elbows he pants, groaning just a bit when he finally pulls his cock out of you but doesn’t leave your arms just yet. Shared breathing and giggles, soft pecks of your lips against his- pushing the sweaty curls that have fallen onto his forehead back.

“I love you,” he repeats, a final kiss as you happily moan into his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and stretching the aching muscles a bit. Jack rolls off of you, coming to lay shoulder to shoulder now and his hand drops to catch yours, bringing it up to his lips to kiss where your ring was nestled comfortably on your finger.

“You need to shave,” turning to face him and running your hands over his jaw to emphasize the point. “Lucky you didn’t eat me out- would’ve had rug burn on both my fucking lips.” He barks out a laugh- intertwining your fingers together and letting your hands rest between you both.

“Guess I know how I’m waking you up then,” he smirks, turning his head to meet your eyes and-

“If you give me beard burn on my pussy you’re taking full custody of the kids,” you throw back, sitting up to stretch and for a yourself to stand because you absolutely need a shower now and-

“So is that a no to licking you awake or?”

#the pitt #the pitt fanfiction #the pitt fic #jack abbot #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot x you #jack abbot smut #jack abbot fanfic #jack abbot x female reader #dr. jack abbot x reader #dr. jack abbott #dr. jack abbot x you #dr. yapper #my random typings

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rensficreblogs · 2 days ago

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Harumasa Asaba x gn! Reader. Reader is a newly hired assistant for Section Six.

A/N: Back at it again- I guess writing is more fun than I thought it would be.

On your first day working as an assistant to Section Six, you simply tried to observe what made the four core members tick. Soukaku was easy enough to figure out- she was extremely food and praise motivated. Captain Myabi seemed to be driven by a strong sense of justice and duty. Yanagi was a bit difficult to figure out, but you ultimately put together that she was the glue that kept Section Six running.

Try as you might, you simply could not find the reason behind why Harumasa worked like he did. Well, maybe you should say why he didn’t work like he did. Most of his time at the office was spent daydreaming, napping, and chatting up anyone who would listen about anything other than the work in front of him. You were apparently one of his favorite victims for the ladder.

“What’s your favorite place to get dinner?” He asked out of the blue when you walked past him with a fresh stack of copies hot off the printer. Your first day, and you were already being put to work running typical office errands, trying to help out in any way you could.

“Um…” you thought for a moment, stopping adjacent to his messy desk “I guess waterfall soup? I haven’t really been able to get out to try much else,” you answered, just to give him an answer.

“Ah, the noodles there are super good. A friend of mine introduced me to them a couple of months ago,” he said with a smile.

The very next day, he caught you in the hallway, refilling your water.

“Hey, what do you do when you aren’t working?” Harumasa asked like you two weren’t practically strangers.

Lifting your finger from the button to dispense water, you looked over at him, “Well, besides sleeping and eating and stuff, sometimes I play games or watch movies-“

“You like movies?” He interrupted, “What kind?”

Truly a man of a million questions, this one. Before you could give an answer, Yanagi seemed to appear from thin air, ready to whisk you away.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she began in her ever calm and cool voice, “but could you come help me with these papers for a moment?”

You quickly turned to face her, not wanting to disappoint your superior so early in your employment.

“Right, of course,” you began to walk away, freshly filled water bottle in hand, but not before turning to the man leaning against the water cooler. “Sorry, we can talk later, ok?”

By the look on his face, he seemed slightly disappointed, but he still replied with a quiet “yeah, sure…”

The next few days on the job were much of the same- running around, taking care of whatever you were asked to, and, of course, more seemingly endless and random questions from Harumasa.

On Friday, he approached you at your desk just as you were finishing up your lunch.

“Hey there, are you doing anything after work today?” He inquired as he placed both hands against the desktop and leaned forward towards where you sat.

You thought for a moment- the only thing you could come up with is that you needed to do laundry.

“No, I should be free, why?”

“The other day, you said you liked movies, and I just so happen to know some people who own a great video store down on Sixth Street. You in?” He asked, looking down at you with those bright gold eyes.

Perhaps it was out of fear of disappointing your coworkers, maybe it was genuine curiosity, but you nodded.

“Sure, sounds good. I’ll meet you at your desk after I clock out,” you replied with a small smile.

He clapped his hands together “Great, see you then!” He exclaimed. Then, off he skipped back to another part of the office.

For the rest of the day, you found it hard to focus on work. Thankfully, you didn’t make any big slip-ups that could get you reprimanded. Eventually, you made it to the end of the workday.

You couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or excitement you were feeling at the idea of being invited to go somewhere by a coworker. On one hand, this had never happened before- on the other hand, this had never happened before.

Your feet seemed to move on autopilot as you fell more and more into your own thoughts. Soon, you found yourself standing in front of his desk, just as promised. It seemed that he had just woken up from one of his naps just moments before, if his big yawn and stretch were anything to go by.

“You ready?” He asked sleepily. You nodded and he stood up with a smile, beginning to place some of his personal belongings in his bag.

He chatted at you pretty much the entire journey- all the way from the office, to the train, and to Sixth Street before he went quiet for a moment.

“Here we are- Random Play! Best video store around,” he leaned closer to you with a smirk “And trust me, I know all the best places.”

With that, he led the way to the front door, opening it for you and everything.

“Welcome in- oh, hey Harumasa, long time no see!” The grey haired man behind the counter greeted. “And who’s this with you today?” He asked.

Harumasa chuckled a bit, closing the door behind you both. “Ah, this is (y/n), section six’s new assistant. (Y/n), this is Wise, he and his sister run this joint,” he said, gesturing to the man you now knew as Wise.

“Nice to meet you,” he said with a small smile and wave.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” you returned the greeting.

“Now,” Harumasa interjects, “pick out anything you like, it’s on me. Think of it as a little welcome to the group gift, yeah?”

Not wanting to be rude, you thanked him before moving to peruse the selection of videos on display while Harumasa sauntered over to the front to chat with Wise.

As you picked up a tape- seemingly an action film from a few years ago- a girl with a box full of videos slid up next to you.

“Don’t feel too bad or like you’re taking advantage. When he says ‘it’s on me’, he means with his discount,” she giggles. This must be Wise’s sister- they had the same eyes. “I’m Belle by the way,” she says with a smile.

Just then, you felt an arm lay across your shoulders. “Find anything good?” Harumasa asked. Based on what you had observed at work, he was a rather touchy person, always giving out hugs and putting his hand on people’s shoulders.

You tried to just ignore his affection. “This one looks interesting,” you held up the brightly packaged tape for him to see.

“Oh, I love this one,” he said, with a bright smile.

“It’s one of our favorites, too!” Belle chimed in.

“Well, in that case,” Harumasa began, “guess we’ll have to get this one,”

Suddenly, the tape is snatched out of your hand and out of your reach.

“Oh no, guess I have it now,” he taunted, skipping to the front desk and passing Wise a few dennies.

“Guess if you want to watch it, you’ll have to come over to my place this weekend,” he smiled.

As those words left his mouth, you felt your face start to flush. Belle and Wise giggled slightly at your expense while Harumasa simply shrugged with a coy smirk in your direction. It would seem this was all a part of his master plan.

#zzz #zenless zone zero #zzzero #asaba harumasa #harumasa #harumasa x reader #zzz harumasa #zzz x reader #zzzero x reader #harumasa asaba #hey i wrote something

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meowiluvcats · 1 day ago

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Introooo:

Hii so this my page, I be posting anything I find funny or cute so it’s probably super chaotic.😭 (never made a bio before don’t judge or im biting ur toes or sum idk💔😔)

I don’t really put my name or stuff in bio but you can ask me any personal questions in dm.

Call me whatever you want tho😭 (except pinky princess🤨🤨🤨🤨)

Here’s some quick stuff you should know:

Male

Europe(the Netherlands specifically)

Straight

Switch (so both dom & sub just depends on the person)

6’6 ish or about 200cm

I speak English and Dutch but a bit of Spanish & German too

And I study in university

I really like talking to ppl so DMs are always open!! Or feel free to send asks ! Idk I love interacting and making jokes n whatever so say whatever u want lmao😭😭😭

I will probably block or ignore if ur either really boring/dry or just being weird or mean but I am a very open minded person and have lots of energy so I doubt that will happen often.

Here’s some of my interests:

🎸Music: really into music, will listen a lot so if you have good taste put me on.

Fav genres: anything rap, rock, rnb, soul/neosoul, jazz, jazzrap, jpop, metal a bit, Spanish, and sooo much more.

I can put artist and songs here in the future too or a link to my Spotify lmk

🎮 Gaming: Some of my favs include Minecraft, stardew valley, terraria !!!, hades, subnautica, soulsborne games, anything Pokémon, and a lot more.

🥘 Cooking/baking: love making interesting things and seeing people enjoy my meals. Anything sea food, pasta, curry, rice is a regular thing. Hmu for food pics.

📖 Reading: I love reading books esp mythology recently.

🎥 Anime/manga/movies/series/comics: love to watch or read these things. I have soo many favs idek what to put here😭

😽Cats! I love cats, tbh I love animals in general I study biology after all. But cats are so cute and I have two myself (1 is the pfp, dm to see more :3)

I can add more later but this a quick intro, if you like any of these things feel free to talk to me I love yapping or being yapped to. I love when ppl interact w me or my page and if I can make you laugh it means the world to me loll. Also im always here to talk even in bad times so yk dont feel like you’d bother me or sum.

Shii if ur this far down might as well send an ask or summm😭 idek byee

ALSO I LOVE HAVING MOOTS SO YEA 😋

Also I be getting shy n stuff from praise or teasing so don’t even get any funny ideas 😭😔. Like it’s not my fault im weak to that and melt to literally anything n be getting butterflies/tingles in my stomach. So don’t even try or imma scream and it’s unfair so you can’t yeaaaaaaaa😓

Here’s my thing😭😭

#spotify #cats #kitty cat #music #gaming #anime and manga #talking #my dms are always open #talk to me #real talk #meow meow #movies #cooking #im just a boy #professional yapper #obsessive love #stalk me

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dreamyblanket · 1 month ago

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Allright everyone, I'm going to close my askbox tomorrow so send in whatever asks you want sooner than later!

My break has been over for a while now and I have lots of things I need to do irl unfortunately, so please be patient with me while I get through everything! ^^u

As allways, don't forget to drink water! ♡

#yeaaaaa remember that comic ive been talking about.... i gotta get on the grind like. now soooooooo...#once i get into a routine ill be ok but getting there is sooooo difficult for me >~<#sigh ill stare at it forever once its done tho #oh! chatting will still be open tho #feel free to ask me anything! from my opinions on charaters to idk whatever you want ig #dreamy talks #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader

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grumpy-beast · 2 years ago

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EXE Art dump

#lord x #lordx #lord x fnf #faker sonic #sonic exe #sonic.exe #my art #digital art #apologies for not posting in a long while #I kinda forgot about this app #btw I opened an “ask me anything”#feel free to ask me whatever and I’ll try my best to answer #some doodles are of AUs me and friends are developing

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automatonknight · 2 years ago

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here's the prick i was talking about^ i have so many thoughts and notes about him but they're mostly incomprehensible so when i organize maybe them i'll post them who knows

#art #oc #id in alt #um ummm #idk. if you have any questions as always feel free to ask #ANYWAYS. geez making him has been so fun i love this asshole so much i'm going to put him through the horrors #salute to you Kordian if you see this if you hadn't shown me stalker i probably wouldn't be running in circles about patches now #more notes. i actually have no idea how magic works in-universe i just thought it would be cool. he's not good at using it he sucks. he's #shocked himself so many times probably. will that stop him? no #he practiced fencing for a few years so he actually like. knows how the fight flows or whatever. i think he definitely picks out targets wh #don't get their bearings quite as well and dances around them and shit like that he just likes to be mean i guess #idk idk. also he joins the lovelies at one point. that's like. semi-canon. it's sorta like with triumphant and normal walenty to me. like #they both exist but the. so to speak. evil one kind of doesn't in a way if you get me. i mostly thought it would be a fun thing to think #about. and also patches would do that and then he'd freak out like what the fuck am i doing and leave #another random thing about his pronouns. well i mostly use he/him for him. that 'any' is more in a way that if you referred to patches as #she or they or it or anything else he wouldn't care #but he usually doesn't mention it and stuff

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lordgeneralsix · 6 months ago

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ok... so I have finally finished veilguard after about 90 painful hours (two playthroughs). im not gonna write an actual review about all of my detailed thoughts bc it'll actually take days, this is just to at least get my general thoughts out and see if anyone else feels the same or if ive actually lost it.

overall it is the weakest dragon age game story-wise, and I'd give it a nice lukewarm 4/10.

(i wrote this post right after I finished the game on the weekend so maybe I sound a bit harsh, I tried to edit it to be more reasonable lol but I didn't really want to delete this since I do still stand by a lot of this)

I really tried to go in with an open mind, bc I always want to experience media in full before making any kind of judgement, but about a few hours in I had this horrible feeling that once again this was another soulless, rushed game, and I still don't feel any different after finishing the game.

what stuck out to me was that there's no sense of urgency despite what the plot is, serious topics are not treated with care as the writing overall is shallow, and the gods as well as any other enemy you encounter are just cartoon villains (and apparently the lore retconning, but I'm not well-versed enough to dissect that so I won't).

I can't take this plot seriously when it feels so disjointed and forced and lazy. and I see no point in caring about anything when choices literally don't matter. no say in who you recruit, no say in the relationships with them and they have almost no awareness of rook, definitely doesn't matter if you have allies or not bc they show up anyway, and only four companions are locked into unavoidable decisions where one of them bites the dust no matter what (which is strange bc why are harding and davrin forced to die no matter if they're at hero status while bellara and neve can literally survive blight if they're at hero status), so it's impossible to try to strategize for better (or worse) outcomes with all the people you've gathered when there's only one right answer that the game pretty much tells you instead of letting you think for yourself (and side note this game does an incredible amount of hand holding). the game actively tries to trick you into thinking your choices matter with the onscreen notifications, but nothing matters bc the devs clearly had only one story in mind and for some reason lied that it had "complex choices".

also rook in general wasn't interesting as a protagonist bc they were written to be perfect. they always know what to say and are so supportive of everyone. they never struggle with anything. not even with leadership beyond "man leading a team is hard :/" but it doesn't actually show how hard it is by having actual volatile conflict between the companions* or showing how their plans sometimes fail. which, if we actually had choices that mattered, would have helped develop that struggle. also? what's with everyone being so friendly? I'm not gonna get into that but everyone is so eerily nice and it's been said a lot but yeah, the world is extremely sanitized and devoid of any real conflict aside from the gods I guess.

*(like off the top of my head cassandra fighting with varric and accusing him of not being on their side or how the inquisitor can literally punch dorian and solas if approval is low enough or fenris and anders bordering on killing each other is not the same as lucanis and davrin distrusting each other or people being uncomfortable with emmrich's necromancy. it just scratches the surface of conflict and never goes anywhere)

and let me say real quick again, there's nothing wrong if they wanted to make a more rigid story about being a hero. it's been done a million times and it can be executed well, but if you do that you need to make sure you 1) don't lie to people and 2) actually flesh out your (especially main) characters and plot to give people a reason to care. look at dragon age 2. hawke is a fixed protagonist with their own life front and center. they ultimately only have two choices (siding with mages or templars), but it works bc the game took time to build up the conflict straight from act 1 so by the time chaos happens in act 2 and 3 you understand why bc it's Been brewing the whole time. it just makes sense. the villains as well have sound reasons and feel real instead of being evil just bc. the story is more grounded, yet you have choices. you decide if hawke ends up alone or not. you decide how they approach situations with force or diplomacy. there's none of that in veilguard. a game that supposedly took 10 years to make. when dragon age 2 took almost 16 months (yes I know da2 also has problems like the fact that the templars are always proven right but this isn't the place to dissect that).

I want to be fair though and I do want to restate what I enjoyed about the game. the cc (though would it kill them to have more variety in face textures like age and body types beyond average.. also no colour wheel... especially since they claimed their cc was so good), the map progression/visuals/exploration (how certain places become more blighted overtime), the factions (though I feel there should have been more content for your faction, and helping them or not should have mattered more), the combat (did not feel like a slog, pretty fun and mindless), the companions (bellara, davrin, emmrich, harding, and lucanis had solid personalities and stories despite my complaints. neve was not memorable and I just feel sad for taash's bad writing), certain parts of the story were good, the intro and the point of no return sequences were solid, and the ending didn't feel rushed or boring compared to inquisition. and yes, I do appreciate that rook can be trans, I just think a little more subtly and care would've been nice.

another thing I did like and predicted was that varric died at the beginning of veilguard, and for a second I actually enjoyed that because i thought we were finally (a bit too late tho) getting some depth to rook and their own struggles of accepting his death and carrying this weight without him. and while I do think maybe they should've taken more time to establish the mentor/mentee relationship so we really feel rooks regret, I still think it was at least the right direction where in their grief they still see him, giving advice and narrating their journey.....but then it turned out to just be solas manipulating them the whole time, immediately destroying any emotional weight this reveal had.

whenever bioware has good ideas they shoot themselves in the foot and make it about solas. it's like nothing in the world exists without solas being involved somehow, and that is just incredibly boring and uninspired to me. not to mention solas just being an insufferable ass the whole time, which is fine, but it's not even in a compelling way like he used to be. he became so ugly by the end and the fact that the devs consider redeeming him the "good ending" and not giving him what he deserves is very telling and once again shows their own bias is king over good storytelling (solas' feelings should not come into play here, whether you/your companions live or die should determine good/bad ending since solas is trapped no matter what, only difference is who is trapped with him. idk but I personally think different endings actually means different outcomes). i will not go into the bs of the secret post credit scene, bc frankly I'm fed up with bioware's shitty writing and I won't be playing their next world ending space aliens game (unless they miraculously pull a good story out of their ass but lbr).

overall the bad outweighs the good for me. it's fun to play as a game, it's a decent fantasy game, but the story just doesn't do anything for me. sometimes I wonder if dreadwolf was a completely different game and was scrapped for veilguard last minute. maybe this was yet another inevitable industry fuck up and maybe there was a good story planned at one point. idk. all I know is bioware lied. respect and credit to the poor devs and writers who actually cared and to those who were kicked from the project, but in the end bioware promised too much and delivered too little.

#this is what happens when im forced to be on campus for 12 hours. bored out of my mind might as well make it everyone elses problem #anyway... i think I've said everything i need to. feel free to add on or whatever but if youre going to be an ass don't bother #or just send me an ask telling me how stupid i am and we can kiss about it #bioware critical #datv spoilers #dragon age spoilers #six speaks #i wanted to fix some of my points to be more clear but atp id never post this so ill edit when im more awake #please correct me if im wrong about anything. i don't really have time to dig deep into the game w college so id like to know

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